Bonni Blake's voluptuous tits shivered as she fixed his drink. She should never have worn this dress for a date with George. The clinging silk showed more of her tits than was safe to display to the young executive's greedy eyes. The shimmering gold skirt caressed her thighs just a bit too softly. Her blonde hair laid about her shoulders with a little too much appeal. She shivered as she felt his eyes roving over her, caressing her. She never should have invited him into her apartment after the concert. He had been difficult enough in the car. He had groped her thighs as he drove her home, creating mixed chills of excitement and apprehension.
She knew his cock was swollen. That had been apparent as they drove. It had become more apparent as they walked from the car. George would be difficult to handle tonight, more difficult than all the other times.
The fact that she was a virgin seemed to make him more insistent on getting into her panties. Bonni knew it had been a mistake to tell him she was a virgin. He only lusted after her with greater intensity.
The luscious blonde dropped new ice cubes into the glasses and reached for the bottle of Scotch. She froze as she felt his hands circle her, palms pressing into her tits. He pulled her against his body. Bonnie could feel the heat of his enraged cock against her ass. She struggled to get free, but he held her tightly, his face pressed into her neck while his hands massaged her frightened breasts firmly.
"No!" she insisted. "No, George! Please! I don't like this. You know I don't like this sort of thing."
"But I do," he laughed with a peculiarly husky tone. "I like it a hell of a lot."
He turned her so that his eyes faced hers. His lips covered her mouth in a brutal kiss. He forced his tongue between her lips and rammed it in her mouth while he sucked her breath from her. His swollen prick pressed into her tummy. His hands pawed about her tits, pushing the top of her dress down so that he could feel the delicately soft skin just above her bra.
"Stop!" she insisted again. "Stop this or leave! You know I don't want to!"
"Sure you want it," he laughed. "You're just too chicken to admit it. Well, baby, tonight I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to do you a hell of a big favor. I'm going to fuck you no matter how much you fuss about it. Damn it, you've rubbed those gorgeous tits against me once too often. You've twisted that delicious tail of yours one time too many. You flash those thighs at me, you blink those long lashes, you smile at me with the sexiest lips I ever saw. You do all that and then you say you aren't interested? Bullshit! You want to be fucked! And, baby, I'm going to see that you get exactly what you've been begging for."
Bonni twisted away from him. She kicked one foot out and slapped him sharply across his leering face. Her head rang as he slapped her back. He slapped her with his open palm, then brought his hand back across her face. He grabbed her by her arms, drawing her close as she stared horrified at him. He spoke with his face almost touching hers.
"That's enough of that! If you want it to be rough, I'll do it rough. You'll enjoy it more, though, if you just relax and let it all happen. Scream if you like. You know the girls in the other apartment are gone for the weekend. And this cottage is too far from the other houses for anyone to hear you."
He reached for the neckline of her dress and pulled it brutally downward. Bonnie shuddered as her precious dress was ripped. The tearing silk enraged George's lust all the more. He looked at her lovely tits in the gleaming white bra. His hands shook as he reached for the lacy cups. She expected him to rip the bra from her as well, but he smiled and reached behind her to unsnap it.
"Now," he gloated, "let me see what we have here. Damn, if those aren't the most beautiful tits I ever saw. My cock is panting from just looking at them."
Bonni watched the expression of lust which glowed over his face as he looked at her. George reached over and pulled the tattered dress down over her hips, letting it fall in a fluttering heap at her feet. He swallowed noisily as he lightly lifted one tit with his hand, his thumb touching her nipple and sending shivers of warm fire through her breast.
"You're good enough to eat," he panted. "Damn if you aren't just plain good enough to eat."
He held her in a firm grasp and plunged his face between her heaving tits. He smothered them with kisses. He caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked strongly. He sucked the areola and then more of her tit into his mouth while he ran a hand inside her pantyhose and caressed her ass. Bonni stood helpless as he caressed and sucked her body. She fought the shivering sensations of delight which enveloped her. Bonni kept insisting to herself that she was about to be raped and that she must resist him. Instead she stood passively while the tall, dark-haired man sucked her tits and caressed her tingling ass.
"Enough of just standing around," George muttered. "I want to get you spread out on a bed. Goddamn, if this isn't going to be the fuck of my life. I never sucked tits like these. I never felt such a firm ass. I never saw such satin thighs in my life. My cock is going crazy to explore that sweet-looking pussy of yours. I'm going wild to get my cock buried in that luscious cunt while your legs are wrapped about me."
He led her back into the living room. He paused, considered taking her to the couch. He stood a moment, then turned brusquely and guessed at the door to her bedroom. He opened the door and led her through, and then forced her onto the bed.
"Got to get to the rest of you," he mumbled as he tossed her slippers across the room and began tugging her hose down her hips and thighs. "Got to see all of you. I'm tired of feeling you through your clothing. I want the real thing in my hands. I want to see if your thighs are like satin. I want to get hold of that soft pussy of yours."
His cock was terribly swollen as he struggled to remove her hose, then he grasped her delicate nylon panties and slipped them off. He stood panting as he looked at her naked and helpless body. The plea in her eyes only excited him all the more. Bonni saw his body trembling with desire as he leaned toward her.
"You're good enough to eat," he repeated. "You sure the hell are good enough to eat."
Bonni shuddered as he grasped her hips and caressed the soft skin. He began kissing the inside of her thighs, his lips probing deeper as they approached her trembling pussy. She held her breath, hoping he would take pity on her and leave her alone. She jumped in panic as he brought his lips over her cunt. He held her hips tightly, then pulled her thighs apart and twisted his face inside until he was sucking over her cuntlips.
"No," she pleaded. "Please, George, please don't."
She heard a grunt of refusal in his throat as he licked her pussy. The touch of his tongue sent shivers of strange delight pulsing through her cunt. Bonni tried to calm her rising excitement. His tongue parted her cuntlips and slid inside. Bonni twisted as his tongue touched her clit, igniting more delicious spasms. The man pressed his tongue harder on the clitoral nerve, driving her into renewed panic. Damn him! If he kept this up, she would be panting for him to fuck her. Her pussy .was already tingling and beginning to seep fluids through the walls of her cunt.
"Oh no," she gasped as he suddenly sucked at her pussy. "No, no, no! Please, George, please don't do that any more."
His body shook with desire as he sucked her deeply and sensuously. Her body writhed in uncontrollable passion as he increased his sucking and licking. He released her hips and reached upward. His hands groped her body until they found her tits. Bonni's breath came in gasping pants as he covered the luscious globes of flesh and began to roll them about her chest. He caught her nipples between his fingers and massaged them into glowing fires while his palms caressed her tits into tingling desire.
"Please!" Bonni hissed to him. She had to stop him now. Another minute of his cuntsucking, another minute of what he was doing with her tits, and she'd be helpless. She'd be more than helpless. She'd want him to fuck her. She'd be screaming for him to fuck her! She began to twist. She grabbed at his hands and pulled them from her tits. She entwined her fingers in his hair and lifted his head from her crotch.
"None of that!" he snarled as he slapped her across the face once more. "Damn it, you're about to be fucked. You were liking it, tod. You know it, don't you? That's why you suddenly started fighting me. Hell, Bonni, that pussy of yours was getting all excited. Now you lay back there while I get your cunt lathered up again."
He threatened to slap her again. Bonni nodded her submission. He was going to fuck her. She had to accept that. No need to get herself beaten up in the process. George was right about that. She had heard that there was no way you could respond with a stiff prick. She could let him fuck her or she could let him beat her into submission and then fuck her. The first way seemed better. Tears rolled from her eyes as he returned to sucking her pussy. She shuddered, crying and responding at the same time. His hands were more brazen as they mashed and caressed her tits this time. His mouth was more powerful as he sucked her again. His tongue lapped at her flowing juices. His body twisted below her in rising passion and lust.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped suddenly as her body began to pound with desire for him. No need to fight it. She was alive. She was burning, and tingling with erotic need. Sparks of sensuous fire shot through her cunt. Her tits were swelling toward his groping hands. Her nipples were hard and tight from arousal.
"Uhhh!" she panted as he drew back from her, smiling his approval. She lay gasping and panting as she watched George remove his shirt and unbuckle his trousers. The blonde surrendered to the eagerness with which she awaited his hard cock. She moistened her dry lips in anticipation.
"Let me see it," she whispered. "Let me see the beautiful cock that is about to break my cherry." He smiled lustfully and slowly eased the shining rod over the top of his shorts. He held it tauntingly before her, slowly pumping it as his shorts dropped to the floor. Bonni shivered in delicious anticipation as the throbbing pecker came toward her. She reached for it as George climbed over her and held it poised to plunge into her twisting, excited body.
"Yes!" she hissed, "Yes, yes! Fuck me, George! Plunge that cock into me! Fuck me! Show me what my pussy is for! Show me what a cock does to a woman's cunt!"
She closed her eyes and waited anxiously for the thrill of his penetration. She shivered in expectation as his cock prepared to destroy her maidenhead.
* * *
Bonni Blake sat up in her bed and clutched the sheet to her shuddering body. She had not experienced a nightmare. She had not been asleep as yet. She had only contemplated the inevitable consequences of her dates with George Harroway. He had not gotten her pussy yet, but he certainly would if she continued dating him. She had to get rid of George, yet he was the only available man around in the small community where she taught. Either she had to leave Tangle wood Academy or George had to leave the community. Otherwise her fantasy would certainly materialize. During three years of college, she had fought off his constant advances. Even when she accepted the position at Tangle wood, he found a job close enough so he could rent quarters in the town and be near her. She couldn't ignore him. He constantly called, sent flowers and wires, sent candy by special messenger, all of that. Besides, she did enjoy being with him. She liked his company except when he wanted to end the evening with a romp in the bed.
Bonni got up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Her thin nighty clung about her D-cup tits, thin waist, saucy ass, and lithe thighs and legs. She caught her reflection in the darkened window and studied her figure. Bonni knew she was more beautiful than most women. She had been left little reason to doubt that by countless men. Women, as well, seemed stunned by her soft, sensuous beauty. The young blonde knew that she had deep sexual ability. She was not a virgin because she was ugly. She was not a virgin because she was cold and unfeeling. She had protected her cherry almost as an instinct, as though there were some deeper reason for maintaining her virginity.
"I must be going nuts," she said aloud as she drank the remainder of the milk and returned to bed. Still, she was not yet willing to be fucked. No, she would not, even though her body cried for the feel of a hard, throbbing cock inside it.
CHAPTER TWO
A lone candle burned on the ancient dresser, its flickering glow casting weird and haunting shadows about the walls. Somewhere deep in the recesses of the aged mansion the hooded figures were assembled, preparing for her. Preparing for what, Bonni wondered? Surely this was only a game, only some monumental practical joke. It could only be a routing initiation imposed on new faculty women at Tangle wood. So respected an institution for the rich and spoiled daughters of east coast aristocrats would hardly allow anything else.
The lovely young blonde had been trying to convince herself of this for at least an hour. No, she corrected, she had been trying to convince herself of this since she had made the careless statement to Debbie Zoller. It had seemed harmless enough, just an amusing, light-hearted comment. She realized from the immediate response on Dr. Zoller's face that it might be more.
She had been in the faculty lounge, having her mid-morning coffee with several other members of the faculty, when they were joined by Dr. Zoller. The Headmistress recognized the expression of strain and frustration on Bonni's face and asked the reason.
"Please," Bonni insisted, "it has nothing to do with the school."
"Oh, but it does," Dr. Zoller insisted. "Everything here concerns the school. It is imperative that you be happy and content. Otherwise your work will suffer."
"Pm sorry," Bonni apologized, leaning forward. Her luscious tits, which were so much a part of the problem, thrust against her soft cotton blouse. The headmistress smiled at the display, then focused her grey eyes on the deep blue eyes of her young teacher.
"Then suppose you tell me about it," she said sweetly, but her voice carrying the ring of authority.
Bonni drew a deep breath and hesitated. She did not want to discuss her personal life with the headmistress, certainly not over morning coffee. The grey eyes held her, however, and before she realized it, she was spilling out her problems with George Harroway. She did not use the most frank of terms, but left Dr. Zoller with no doubts but that the man was insistent of taking Bonni to bed.
"That doesn't seem unusual," the older teacher smiled. Her eyes glanced down at the full swell of tit, the tiny waist which flared into such a delicately-formed ass. "I should think a young woman as lovely as you would have become accustomed to such offers. The rest of us should have such problems! If we had a body like yours, we would!"
"It isn't that I am against sex," Bonni tried to explain. "I happen to be a virgin, but not by conviction. Somehow I've never found a man I wanted to do it with. I like George, like him very much, but not in that way."
Debbie Zoller sat quietly, patiently observing the blonde. A smile toyed with the comers of her lips. Behind the professional coolness of her eyes was a mischievous twinkle.
"I can't get rid of him," Bonni explained. "If I don't date him, he writes, calls, sends flowers and cards. If I date him, he spends the evening trying to get my clothes off. If I didn't like him, it wouldn't be so difficult. I just wish his job would get him transferred out of the state. I'd give anything to have the problem just removed from Tanglewood."
"Anything is a pretty complete offer," Debbie smiled, "especially for a girl who uses half her salary paying for her mother's hospital care."
"I don't have very much to offer, do I?" Bonni laughed. "I guess all that I can really offer is my virginity."
The grey eyes flickered a moment, then fastened in on the young blonde. They pierced deeply for what seemed minutes, then softened. Debbie smiled blandly and rose from the table.
"That should suffice," she commented softly as she turned to leave the room.
Bonni thought about the conversation as she walked about the candle-lit room. She watched her shadow along the wall, observing how the dim light made her tits appear even larger. The anxious breathing, she realized, also contributed to the way they pounded against the tight fabric of her blouse. Her long, blonde hair fell in tumbles about her shoulders. She had just brushed it out when they came for her tonight.
The girl caught her breath in a sharp gasp as she caught sight of the images on the paintings along the wall. She peered closely at the first, then picked the candle up and held it to bring more light to the ancient canvas. The painting was horrible. The force of the scene left the girl weak-kneed and faint. In the center stood a huge table. Various articles, incense, candles, books, a skull laid about it. A great goat stood behind it, a goat which stood man-like on its hind legs and gazed at the figures before it.
A long, slender cock rose from the groin. It glowed brilliant red, even on the canvas, and seemed to pulse to the rhythm of the couples who lay about in every conceivable sexual activity. The men fucked the women from the front, the rear, the top, beneath. Cunts were being sucked, cocks were being sucked, asses were being fucked, one woman was even being fucked in the nose. Two men would be with one woman. Two women would be working on a single man. Bonni stepped back in horror, shaken by the overwhelming scene. She stood frightened and trembling, feeling a terrible threat in the painting.
She felt caught up in the canvas. She could feel the force of the thrusting pricks. She could experience the raw lust of the men as they went after the women. She shuddered and turned away from the scene. She could not escape it, though. Its presence seemed to follow her around the room. The throbbing cocks were there whether she looked on them or not. The women's cunts were being pierced by the lusting pricks whether or not she watched. She could almost hear the screams, the panting, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as she set the candle back on the dresser. Her hand trembled. Her tits shook in fright. Her legs felt weak as she sat on the edge of the bed, fighting the impulse to look at the scene again.
It's all a joke, she tried to reassure herself. Just a game, an initiation. It is just part of the opportunity for a joke that she had offered Dr. Zoller. She did offer it, she admitted. She made the light-hearted joke. Now she was stuck with it.
She had forgotten about the conversation with Debbie within an hour. She had forgotten it until the call from George three days later. She remembered as she stood listening to his voice. He had just been transferred to the west coast. Bonni leaned against the wall for support. It was mere coincidence, she insisted. How could it be more than that? She was still trying to calm herself when she passed Dr. Zoller in the hall.
"Ask," the headmistress smiled, "and you shall receive."
Bonni stopped, frozen in shock. She stared at the glow on the face of the older woman. She stared into the piercing grey eyes.
"Didn't you ask for something like that?" the older woman asked. Bonni felt her heart pounding. There was no way Debbie Zoller could know about the phone call. She worked her mouth for a moment before any words would come out.
"Didn't you expect it to happen?" Dr. Zoller asked.
"Not really," Bonni finally managed.
"You must never doubt the Power," Debbie advised her seriously. The grey eyes drove fiercely into her, as though they were probing her soul itself.
"The what?" the young woman asked, feeling the terrible demand in those relentless eyes.
"The Power," Debbie repeated. "Nor must you ever treat it lightly. It was the Power, through whom we solved your problem, you know?"
"You mean God?" Bonni asked hesitantly.
Dr. Zoller began to laugh. She reached over and patted her new teacher affectionately as she shook with laughter. Her eyes filled with tears of amusement. She started to speak, laughed again, and only after some time was able to respond.
"That's priceless!" she exclaimed. "I shall have to tell the others."
It could still be a joke, Bonni insisted as she sat alone and frightened in the ancient house. It has to be a joke. It must be a joke. The painting of the cocks kept flashing through her memory. She had to escape the imagery. In desperation she grabbed the candle and moved to the next painting. Her heart returned to normal as she looked at what first appeared to be a contrasting scene. The mood was calm this time. The colors were soft and delicate. Bonni sighed in relief and stepped closer, bringing the flickering candle to bear on the scene.
A shining chalice was raised above a simple stone altar. Above the cup and pointed toward it she could make out a slender, elaborately engraved knife. Bonni stepped back from the painting, relieved to find no horror to match the first canvas. Her shift of position seemed suddenly to change the scene. The knife had somehow become a long, glowing cock from this new angle. The chalice now seemed more like a woman's pussy, its lips opened to receive the downward plunge of the slender prick. Bonni watched and imagined that she saw the cock plunge downward. It plunged again, then yet again. She backed from the painting as the thrusting cock became more intense, resembling more and more the horrifying cock from the first painting, the prick of the goat.
She wanted to scream, yet the sound halted in her throat. She wanted to run, to flee the ancient mansion. She only had to open the door and leave. They had not locked her in. The girl stepped for the door, then dropped again onto the bed. She could not leave. Her mother's bills had to be paid. If she left, Debbie Zoller would dismiss her immediately. She had to remain. She had to hope that it was only a gigantic practical joke. She had to wait for that moment when the faculty would gather around her, laughing and celebrating her welcome to Tanglewood.
The faculty! Bonni had become aware of similar lockets they all wore. Male or female, they all seemed to have them. She had first noticed the one about Debbie's neck. Ron Walters, the gym instructor, wore his outside his T-shirt. Nora Mattison, Dr. Hoemer, almost all the older faculty wore the pendant. Bonni closed her eyes, picturing it. It had first appeared to be a star merely hung upside-down. Something about it, though, made her question it having any relationship to religion. She finally asked about them. .
"I notice," she commented to Debbie Zoller, "that almost everyone wears a locket like yours."
"I am sure," the headmistress replied, smiling, "that one day you shall, too."
"Does it have some special meaning?" Bonni persisted.
"It identifies us," she was told. "It is our symbol. It is the symbol of the Power."
"The Power?" Bonni repeated. "You've mentioned that before."
"Yes," Debbie answered, "and next week you shall learn of the Power. You shall learn as we let you fulfill your promise."
She offered no more explanation. Nothing else was said until tonight when she knocked on Bonni's door. Bonni opened the door to face her superior. Dr. Zoller did not smile. She looked at the girl in intense seriousness.
"Come," she ordered, "this is the night."
They had brought her out here to the old mansion. She was able to recognize only Debbie. The others, who were waiting in the mansion, were wearing great cloaks, their faces hidden behind full hoods. She was brought to this room and ordered to wait while they prepared the celebration.
Bonni slipped to the floor beside the bed. She wanted to be free of the hideous pricks which seemed to be coming out of the paintings and after her. She huddled against the bed in fear, as the door finally opened. A procession of cowled figures marched softly in, illuminating the room brightly with the candles each carried.
"Stand up, my dear," Debbie said, her face hidden by a cowl. "It is time."
The other figures gathered around Bonni as she rose hesitantly. Bonni shuddered in apprehension as they began to remove her clothing. She felt, from the way the others moved about her, that they were women and felt slightly more at ease. She could see their faces now, deep within the cowls. She recognized them, most of them, as members of the Tanglewood faculty. It was a joke, she tried to convince herself. It was some weird, obscene joke.
The women fingered her body as they disrobed the girl. A hand lifted one of her tits, then waited for the rapid nodding of the cowls in approval. A hand came from another robed figure and lightly caressed her ass, then patted her as the companions nodded happily. Bonni resented this treatment, but was relieved that she was being pawed over by a group of women rather than by some of the men.
They completed the removal of her clothing, then brought a great velvet cloak forward. They draped it over her luscious body and straightened it on her. The sky blue velvet shone in the light of the candles, sparkling deep fire as it draped softly over her voluptuous curves. Bonni could imagine how her blonde hair appeared as it hung over her shoulder clad in the lush material.
The women began working with her hair. They brought violets from beneath their robes and began to weave them into her hair. Their task completed, they gave her lush hair a rapid brushing and handed her a bouquet of flowers. The lovely girl looked down and smiled at the beauty of the roses, then wondered about the mixture of myrtle and olives which was throughout the cluster. Debbie stood before her and examined her appearance. The headmistress nodded her approval to the other women, who circled Bonni and led her from the room. Their candles glowed, sending ominous shadows along the walls as they marched down the stairs in their solemn procession.
The women chanted softly as they walked. From somewhere below, in the depths of the dark mansion, came the returning chant of male voices. The weird music echoed through the deserted hallways and reverberated through empty rooms. The candles cast their eerie shadows of the procession. Their sparks were reflected back in a thousand spider webs. The ancient structure seemed to sway with the motion of the bodies, the rhythm of the chant. The constant movement made Bonni dizzy. She walked along in a daze, guided along the serpentine route by the women on either side. The music reduced her sense of reason. Fear and apprehension rose to new heights. She reeled from the impact of light and sound, of motion and echo. She walked as in a dream. Her feet seemed not to touch the ancient floors. She might have been floating, guided and controlled by the solemn figures about her.
They proceeded down the central stairs, then turned toward the rear of the house. Ahead she could see darkness, darkness not yet pierced by the light of the candles, ominous darkness which stood foreboding to the terrified young woman. They marched into the blackness, then turned into the walls. They passed through a hidden doorway and descended a flight of stone steps. Downward they plunged, swaying and chanting, along the curving passage. The light and sound bounced off the stone walls about them, more frightening, more hypnotizing.
At the foot of the steps they paused. The shrouded figure of Debbie Zoller approached a large door of heavy, aged timbers. The headmistress picked up an ornate cane and rapped loudly on the wood. The procession waited. In the sudden silence, Bonni could hear the excited breathing of the women about her. She stood, trembling, as Debbie rapped once more, this time more loudly and demandingly. A panel in the door slipped silently open and a hooded figure faced them.
"Who comes?" a resonant male voice asked, breaking the silence.
"A virgin," Dr. Zoller answered. "A virgin comes to fulfill her vow."
"Is she worthy?" the deep voice asked, the darkened face glancing toward the lovely girl who stood imprisoned between the tightly-gathered bodies of the women.
"She is!" Debbie asserted. "She is fair. She is full-breasted. She is slender of limb. She is altogether beautiful."
"Let her enter," the answer came. "Let her enter and be examined."
The great door began to open. Rusted hinges groaned beneath its weight. Bonni felt the sudden impulse to break free of her captors and flee the awesome ceremony. She held back in dread from passion through the doorway. This is silly, she kept telling herself. Don't be such a silly. Play along with their masquerade. Let them have their little joke. It's only a game, only some silly initiation.
She tried to convince herself it was a joke. Deep in her being, though, she feared otherwise. Something warned her about what waited beyond the door. She sensed it in her terror. The room would be filled with the terrible cock. The scene on the wall would be duplicated. This time it would be real. The pricks would be real. The horrible red prick of the goat was waiting inside, waiting patiently for her.
CHAPTER THREE
It was no joke! Bonni was fully aware of that. This was no complicated practical joke being played on her. This was no subtle, if obscene, initiation for new faculty. It was too late to stop things now. There was no chance of a sudden laughing announcement to end the torment. She was being fucked. She lay naked before the lewd shouts as the awful red prick broke her maidenhead.
Bonni screamed in pain and terror as the frightening cock arched into her. The horrible figure above her, still wearing the obscene goat's head, still cloaked in the skin of a goat, had not been turned aside by her struggles nor her pleas. He plunged the prick into her over and over while her blood ran lushly down her hips and thighs.
"Fuck her!" the watching crowd still shouted.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!"
The goat head shook in ecstasy. The cock plunged wildly into her throbbing cunt. The man inside roared his delight. A shout of lust, a scream of conquest came from the horrible head, encouraging the spectators to cheer more loudly.
"Open her!" they chanted. "Open her up! Give us pussy for all! Give her a pussy ready for a man! Make her pussy ready for any man!"
The lovely blonde twisted out of horrible pain and humiliation. She sensed that other men were waiting their turn. This was only the ceremonial fuck. Countless other cocks were being readied to plunge into her after the beast finished. She shuddered and let herself fade from consciousness as the great red shaft continued to bury itself beyond the golden cunt hairs now so matted with her blood.
They had dragged the helpless girl into the room. The brilliance of the lights, in contrast to the candle-led procession, blinded her at the first entry. Bonni stumbled forward, sensing the gasping breaths about her. She could hear their comments, beginning softly and reverently.
"Lovely!"
"Beautiful!"
"Gorgeous young woman!"
The comments gradually became more descriptive, more assertive as she was led deeper into the room.
"What a pair of tits!"
"Look at the swell of those hips!" so
"What a hell of a pussy she must have!"
Finally, shouted obscenities were directed to her. Bonni shuddered at the language. The girl gasped as she became accustomed to the brilliant lights and saw the hooded assembly pressing about her, their voices throbbing with lust and excitement.
"Let's fuck her!"
"She can't fuck, she's a virgin!"
"I've opened many a virgin with my cock!"
"Let's see that pussy! Let us get our cocks inside that cunt!"
"I'll eat that virgin cunt! I'll drink that virgin juice!"
"Fuck her! Let's all fuck her! We've been waiting long enough! Spread her out and let's get to fucking!"
They were shouting, screaming, panting about her as she was led to a large table. Bonni gasped in horror as she looked up at the scene from the painting. This time it was real. A man sat behind the table, his head inside the head of a goat. A goatskin covered his body. The head leered at her, wagging from side to side. On either side of the goat sat two strikingly beautiful young women. They kept smiling suggestively out at the assembly and twisting their bodies lasciviously to show flashes of tit, fleeting glimpses of cunt hair, delicious displays of thigh beneath robes of the same blue as Bonni's.
Bonni recognized one of the girls. No, she realized, she recognized them both. She had always thought Mara Prentiss was exquisitely beautiful. Susan Beck, though, had never seemed to be lovely until now. The art teacher seemed so radiant as she sat beside the goat figure, so brilliantly beautiful. She also appeared to be evil as she twisted her body before the eyes of the men.
"No!" Bonni gasped as her eyes rested on the enormous red prick which stood up before the man in the center. "No! Please! Not that! Let me go! Please!"
The women holding her on either side shook her and punched her in the side to silence her. The terror of the threatening cock gave Bonni a sense of hopelessness. She sagged in the arms which supported her, praying that she would faint, that she would lose consciousness.
A tall man stepped out from the assembly and stood in front of her. He studied her a moment, then turned to approach the table. He spread his hands and began to speak to the man dressed as a goat.
"I will go before the altar. Lord Satan, preserve me from treachery and violence."
Feet shuffled about her. The room rustled as they shuffled their feet in approval. The man before her began to praise Satan, reciting as a priest might sing in praise of God. He called upon the forces of pride and arrogance, conquest and greed, lust and self-assertion. He invoked the dark forces of life to fill everyone in the room. Bonni listened to his calling to the Power. She remembered Debbie's references, then fought against the man's words. She must not listen to this garbage. She must fight them all. She must resist. This couldn't have been the way they managed George's transfer. It had to have been something more normal-like using the trustees of the school to contact George's company. No way this sort of thing could have been responsible. Bonni struggled against the vise-like grips of the women. She felt herself being thrust forward. The man was pointing to her, presenting her to the leering goat face.
"A young woman," he was saying, "is here to offer the most useless gift in a woman's possession-her virginity. She is giving that which only has meaning in having no meaning. Its only use is its uselessness. Take it, Lord Satan. Take her virgin cunt and make it a place of refuge, a place of joy and recreation. Teach her to use it for her pleasure and the pleasure of others. Open it with a violence worthy of its uselessness. Then we can adore it with devotion appropriate to its new value."
"Behold!" he continued, his voice rising to a shout as the feet shuffled through the room. "Behold a woman who needs only the loss of this to become a haven for the weary, a joy to the desolate."
The robe was stripped from her. Bonni gasped as she suddenly stood naked before the leering, lusting eyes of the assembled. She was turned around for all to inspect. She shuddered as the men brought erect cocks out from the folds of their robes. They pumped them lewdly at her. She watched them, horrified at the way they glowed and pulsed in anticipation. The girl closed her eyes. It did not help. She could still see the menacing cocks. She still knew the room was full of men lusting for her as they pumped their charged pricks. She gasped in horror as they turned her back toward the horrible sight beyond the table.
She saw him slide his hand along the shining cock. That was not a real cock, Bonni realized. It was one of those obscene rubber cocks she had heard girls talk about in college. He was going to fuck her with that? She wanted to laugh. She wanted to confront the whole crowd. Was this some crazy joke? Was this just a way of getting her to pose naked for them? Her questions were interrupted by the screaming voice of the man beside her.
"We beseech you!" he shouted at the top of his excited voice. "We demand you! Take her!"
"Take her!" the voices shouted behind her.
"Fuck her!"
"Fuck that luscious tail of hers!"
"Open the virgin pussy!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Bonni became angry at them. She was no longer frightened, not for the moment. She was filled with rage. They were acting like children! She spun around, thrusting the women aside and glared at the wildly pumping cocks, the panting, lusting eyes. She opened her mouth to shout at them when she was roughly twisted back to face the table.
Her fear returned. The goat figure was rising. It walked toward the table, the huge red cock waving before it. Her heart leaped in new terror. It was coming for her! She knew what was planned. She tried to free herself again but this time they held her firmly. She was held helplessly before the leering, lusting face. She watched Susan and Mara assist him up onto the table. He stood above her, his hideous cock sticking out from the goatskin cloak. Its shape was long and lean like that of a dog or some other animal rather than the cocks of the men around her.
"Please!" she pleaded as the small mattress was spread upon the table. "Please don't! Don't do this!"
Her tears began flowing as she felt herself lifted in the air and laid on the mattress. Her legs were spread. Her legs and arms were held in grips of steel. The girl fought and struggled. She writhed and twisted without effect. They held her firmly in position as the figure stepped over her and began to lower himself onto her.
"No!" Bonni screamed, her body shaking with sobs of terror. "No, I didn't mean it when I promised! I didn't understand. Oh, please! Somebody help me! Somebody! Help!"
"Fuck her!" the assembly roared, pounding their feet on the stones of the floor. "Fuck the virgin! Take her promise! Fuck her! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The two girls climbed onto the table and stood on either side of the goat man. They threw off their robes and twisted their bodies in obscene fashion. They caressed their tits and stroked their cunts as though they were to be fucked by the goat. Their faces were contorted in lust and anticipation.
"Fuck her!" they screamed.
"Fuck her!" the assembly roared back.
"Open her pussy!"
"Let us see her blood! Let us drink the virgin's blood!"
"Let us drink her juices!" yet another voice shouted. "Fuck her!"
"Oh, noooooo!" Bonni sobbed as her tit brandished his rod of terror and brought it against the lips of her pussy. "Oh, please don't. Ohhhhhh, don't, please."
Her voice tapered to a whimper of fear. Her body tensed. She stiffened, rigid in defense against the pressure of his cock against her cunt. She felt the sharp tip of the prick. She felt him part her cuntlips and press his cock against her clit. He held it there, rubbing it slowly and sensuously. Bonni shivered as her body began to betray her. Her breath was coming in gasps of pleasure as well as fear. The rubbing of her clit was sending shivers of delicious anticipation through her pussy. She twisted to get away from the cock. She twisted to increase the maddening delight in her pussy.
"Oh please," she begged. "Please don't do it!"
She heard the panting which came from beneath the goatskin. She saw the body draw back for a moment. He was preparing for the final thrust, she realized. Bonni clenched her teeth and waited for the pain.
The crowd roared in lustful delight. The beast roared in conquest. Bonni shrieked in pain and terror. The great cock drove through the thin membrane of her virginity. The horrible prick shattered her maidenhead. She shuddered as she began to lose consciousness. She fainted, her last memory being the leering face of the brute as he lunged into her again and again. She fainted, feeling the sudden, warm flow of her blood.
The sight of blood drove the crowd to a new frenzy. They roared their approval as the plunging cock buried itself into the still and helpless body, as it drove between her blood-stained thighs. The man who had led the earlier ceremony sponged blood from her thighs and from the table as the beast continued to drive its cock into her cunt. The blood was collected in the chalice and held aloft for the cheers of the lust-maddened crowd.
The goat figure finally removed his savage cock from the girl's pierced pussy. He stood before the crowd and removed the fake cock, holding it aloft for their applause. They ceremoniously plunged the cock into the chalice in a wild, frantic mock fuck while everyone threw aside their robes.
Bonni did not see the ceremonial offering of her blood. She did not see the beginning of the wild dancing. She did not hear the music of the fiddlers. She lay unconscious as they began dancing in a wild, whirling motion. Their hands grasped in every direction, touching tits and cocks and ass and cunt.
They groped and whirled, lost in a frenzy of lust.
As Bonni began to regain consciousness, Mara and Susan assisted her to rise from the mattress. They helped her down from the table and seated her in one of the chairs. The two naked young women remained beside Bonni while the room whirled about them. They softly began caressing her body, soothing her pain and terror.
The young teacher sank back against the velvet cushion of the chair. She watched groggily the scene before her. The wild, orgiastic music provided the setting for naked, prancing bodies, uninhibited whirling, lustful caressing beneath the brilliant lights of banked candles. Her cunt pained her. She was sure there was still some flow of blood from her cherry. Still, she felt the hypnotic spell of the music. She wanted to rise. She attempted to rise, but fell back into the velvet. She submitted to the soft caresses of the girls who remained with her. She closed her eyes and faded, once more, from consciousness as they caressed her tits and massaged her shoulders and waist and hips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Her body was tingling as she had never experienced before. Her tits throbbed with a burning delight. Her pussy quivered in new ecstasy. Bonni opened her eyes, wondering what had happened to her. The goat figure's rape seemed like a dream, a distant nightmare. She gasped as she awoke and discovered herself still in the cave beneath the ancient mansion. The fiddlers still maddened the crowd with their eerie music. The naked coven still danced and grabbed and squeezed amidst the room.
Susan and Mara were still with her. The two young women were responsible for the delicious feelings flooding over her body. Mara knelt beside her, Ups at one tit, hands at the other. The brunette dance instructor flicked her tongue over a quivering nipple, driving Bonni into shimmering ecstasy. Susan, a redhead, sucked gently at Bonni's newly opened cunt. Her tongue lapped over Bonni's clit and into the pulsing cunt.
"Ooooooo," the lovely blonde sighed, tightening her thighs about the luscious red hair. "Ummmmmm, that feels so good. I was afraid I'd be sore."
"You would have been," Mara assured her, "except that Susan and I have been helping suck any pain from you. You have the sweetest tits I ever loved."
Mara renewed her caresses and kisses. Bonni shivered and twisted about to increase the delicious sensations throbbing in her breasts. Her nipples were small, tight buttons of fire. Her tits were great globes of soft ecstasy. She leaned her head back and moaned in her rapture.
The music swirled through her throbbing body, intensifying the play of erotic sensation. Bonni's cunt began to pulse and contract in spasms of desire. She wanted to suck the loving tongue deeper into herself. She wanted to draw the girl up her pussy. She squeezed her thighs tighter around Susan and rolled her hips sensuously.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as music and passion mounted to new heights. "Ohhhhh! Love me! Suck me! Caress me!"
Bonni's moans of delight were cut off by Mara's mouth. The slender brunette, her lithe body trembling in passion, clamped her lips across Bonni's and ran her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Bonni sucked against her with her mouth as her pussy tried to suck Susan's tongue. The young blonde teacher felt her body ready to explode from the sensuous activity. She was afire. She was pulsing in demand. The rapid, shimmering movements through her pussy told her that she was on the point of climax. She groped for the other girls. Her hands roved ecstatically over their bodies as she began to gasp and heave in the throes of her orgasm. She filled one hand with the delicate curves of Mara's tits, the other with the Susan's throbbing ass. She held the girls, pulling them more tightly against her as she shook in a wild and frenzied orgasm.
The three girls lay against each other, gently stroking and caressing while the music carried them from the ecstasy just completed to an ecstasy yet to be achieved. They let their hands drift slowly and sensuously over tit and cunt and ass while their bodies began to pulse anew in the rhythm of the orgiastic dance before them. They smiled through misty eyes and rose. Their bodies slowly began to weave and turn to the mad dance. They left the table and whirled into the wild scene.
Bonni lost control of her actions. She whirled in more reckless abandon. She was soaring! She was flying! She thrilled to the touch of the naked bodies around her. She spun, thrusting her tits and hands, gliding her thighs against hard and pulsing cocks, rubbing her ass over more ass and cock and thigh. She felt the flow of the music through her. She was a part of it all. She felt its rhythm unite with her tingling pussy. Her spirit seemed to transcend her body. She became a part of every sweating pussy, of every panting cock.
She knew most of those present. The majority of them were from the faculty. A few she recognized as the older children of faculty couples. Only three or four were strangers. Strangers? No, none were strangers. They were all one. They were one great cock, one single pussy, as they whirled headlong in the wild dance.
She throbbed to the touch of a hand on her waist. She thrust her tits into the palms which covered them. Her'ass was pressed backward into some hairy cunt and twisted deliciously. The experience came as a shock to the girl, a shock that it seemed so natural for her. She wanted her tits caressed and sucked. She wanted her ass squeezed and patted. She wanted a long, hard cock between her legs, driving into her anxious, hungry pussy. They would fuck her. She knew that. She knew just as certainly that she would fuck them, that she would meet them in fuck after fuck.
She wanted to embrace everybody! She reached out for the bodies which circled her. She filled her palms with luscious tit and prick. She caressed and pumped. She rubbed her tits against hairy male breasts and soft, pulsing female tit. She shivered as she was touched and stroked. Bonni cried in joy as hands probed her cunt and covered her tits and cupped her ass.
Faces whirled before her, leering and lusting, laughing and shouting. Bonni noticed Debbie Zoller dancing with a blond young man. The Hoemer boy, she thought him to be, Walter Hoemer's twenty-year-old son. Debbie's body was surprisingly young-looking. Bonni would have estimated the woman's age at forty. She had heard that Debbie was older than that. The headmistress, though, had the lean, lithe form of a sexy teen-ager. Bonni watched her now as Dr. Zoller rubbed her firm, young tits across the young man's chest. She watched her dark-haired pussy slide along his thigh.
"Fuck her!" Bonni exclaimed. "Take her! Fuck her! Screw her!" She ached to watch the swollen cock plunge into those dark hairs. She panted to see him drive his prick into the shimmering ass. She throbbed at the hope of watching them roll and pulse together as they fucked. As if in answer to her whispered orders, Don Hoemer swept Debbie into his arms. His leaping cock snuggled against her ass as he carried her about the circle in the frenzied dance. Debbie clasped his neck and smothered his lips with her mouth. Bonnie felt a new glow of excitement in her pussy as she watched them swirl toward the cushions which lined the walls of the room.
Bonni twirled more wildly. Hands pulled on her tits. Hands groped at her cunt, and Bonni began caressing herself wildly, building toward a final crescendo. She saw Nora Mattison, the aged English teacher, weeping by her. The statuesque woman's body was as smooth as any of the younger girls. Her mammoth tits were not as ponderous as Bonni would have imagined. They thrust out from her dramatically, firm and full, as though finally free of bra and blouse. Her tits rolled before Bonni's eyes. They stood out firm and full, drawing Bonni to them as though they were magnets. The blonde saw a pair of hands cup them. Dr. Walter Hoemer filled his hands with a single magnificent tit as he danced about the large woman. The science professor appeared even more slender than when Bonni saw him patrolling the huddled students in his lab. His cock, though, was far from slender. As long as a ruler, the thick hunk of flesh bobbed in front of him. It slapped against Nora's thighs and tummy as he toyed with her tits.
The music whirled her faster. Bonni gasped and spun madly through the room. Once more she caught sight of Miss Mattison. She whirled and came face to face with the magnificent tits. Dr. Hoemer had disappeared into the swirling mass of bodies. Bonni reached for Nora's marvelous globes and pressed them together, seeing more cleavage than she would have thought possible.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bonni screamed as she buried her face between the great breasts. "Ohhhhhhh!" she squealed in delight, pushing them against her face, pressing them against her cheeks, wiping them with her hair, cuddling them delightedly in her wildly roving hands.
Nora embraced her and spun with her through the maze of twisting bodies. Bonni sucked one nipple into her mouth and then the other, alternating on them frantically, her tongue lapping the full areolas, her lips sucking the hardening nipples. The young teacher swirled around, lost in the delirium of the moment.
"Eeeeee!" she shrieked as Nora reached between her legs and caught her pussy in one large hand. "Ooooooo!" She thrilled as she felt herself lifted into the air. Bonni mashed her cunt against Nora as she was held with seeming ease. She continued to play with the tits as they whirled at a maddening pace. They spun around, delighted in their play with tit and cunt, lost in the delirious whirl of the music.
Bonni felt the woman bring her back to the floor. Nora slipped from her grasp and disappeared into the crowd of naked, weaving bodies. She reached out in vain, then felt other arms around her. She was lifted into the air again, this time held by masculine arms beneath her thighs and shoulders. The man swung her about the room as the intensity of the music threatened to drive her from consciousness. He swung her upward, then back toward the floor only to lift her in another soaring circle.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, thrilling to the strength with which he tossed her. Her body throbbed in excitement. Her pussy glowed at the nearness of his cock. She turned toward him and recognized the lust-filled face of the gym instructor. Ron Walters pulled her against his chest. He leaned down and began to suck her tits as they spun. The blonde shivered to the wild sensations rippling through her body at his touch. Her tits tingled as his tongue roved over them, then lapped firmly against a glowing nipple.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned, thrusting her tit at his lips to invite further kissing and sucking and nibbling. "Ohhhhh!" she sighed as his lips tried to draw her entire breast inside. She twisted voluptuously against him, smothering his face in her tits. Her body pulsed ecstatically. She groped until she caught his cock in her hand. Her fingers closed over the hot shaft. She squeezed it in delight, then began to pump the skin along the shaft. Bonni trembled in awe of the deep pulsing throbs she could feel inside his firm shaft. The throbs matched those building to a crescendo within her own body, those passionate contractions which began in her pussy then ran through her body. She leaned her head back in rapture as he sucked more lustfully at her tits.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried louder. "Ahhhh! That's good! That's sooooo good! Suck me, Ron! Suck my milk! Suck my breath! Suck my passion! Suck me! Suck me!"
She turned her face back to him. She leaned against him and kissed his shoulders and neck. An impulse led her to catch his skin between her teeth and bite into the soft flesh. She felt him shudder from her viciousness and she began nibbling with more intensity. She wanted him to finish the dance. She demanded that he carry her to the waiting cushions. She pulsed in desire for the hot, throbbing cock to fill her, to drive into her, to flood her with the warm spurting juice.
"Fuck me!" she cried as she lifted her face from his shoulders and saw the red marks her teeth left.
"Fuck me! Drive your cock through me! Fuck me, Ron! I want to be fucked!"
She shrieked her demand over the whine of the music. Ron spun with her toward the edge of the circle. Her body pounded in anticipation as they came to the outside of the celebration. She gasped in roaring passion as they joined the other couples who had already tumbled into the cushions. Bonni saw the bodies as they twisted and writhed and moaned. She heard the panting of the couples as cunts were being filled by thrusting, pounding pricks.
"Ohhhh, yes," she sighed as Ron laid her on a cushion between two other couples who were already fucking. Bonni shivered in delight at the sound of sensual panting and groaning. She lay back and tingled as she heard the sound of cock and pussy, the slurping of a hard pecker riding through a well-lubricated cunt. She gasped in deeper passion as she caught the sight of shining male asses intense in their driving of cocks into the awaiting cunts. She pulsed to their cries of encouragement, their shrieks of demand. She took a deep breath. She wanted to share in every fuck. She wanted to shudder with every orgasm. This was her party, after all. This was her celebration. It was her cherry they offered. This was all for her.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried louder, opening her arms in invitation to the man who stood over her with his erect and gleaming cock waiting to drive into her. "Yes! Yes! Come on, Ron! Fuck me! Ride me with that cock! Drive it into me! Drive it through me! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhh!"
She spread her thighs as he crawled atop her. Her pussy tingled in anticipation as it awaited the touch of the prick against its lips. She twisted in delight as he began to kiss her thighs. His lips traced a line inside her legs, moving toward the cunt. She wanted his mouth to find her. She wanted to feel him sucking at her pussy. She had a yearning demand for a mouth, a cock, a finger, anything to touch her cunt. She wanted him! She wanted a man! She wanted any man! She wanted every man!
"Ohhhhh, God!" Bonni cried, afraid she would explode if he didn't get to her pussy soon. "Hurry! Hurry! Fuck me! Suck me! Soothe my pussy! I need some cock! I need a man! Ohhhh, damn! Fuck me!"
The panting blonde squirmed in passion beneath his slavering kisses. Ron held her legs and kissed them tenderly, adoringly. His lips made a slow, torturing path upward.
Bonni wrestled and turned in her efforts to hurry him. He smiled at the most beautiful body he had ever seen and resumed his teasing, taunting progress. Bonni twisted in pain, her body screaming its demand for cock. She tried to get out of his grasp and slide her body down so she could run her pussy onto his taunting prick.
Ron reached upward and pressed her against the cushions, his hands cupped over her tits. His thumbs raked across her nipples as he cupped and mashed the heaving globes. Bonni gasped from the increased play. She writhed in the cushions. She felt herself burning in the necessity of being fucked. The whine of the music only added to her need as she pulsed in erotic torment when he finally came to her damp cunt hairs.
"There!" she shrieked. "Now suck me! Suck my juice from me! Ohhhhhh! That is so delicious! Mmmmmmmm!"
His lips plundered her tender pussy. She felt him twist his mouth about her. She gasped anew from the force of his suction. He sucked her, then blew into her wildly. She squealed at the sudden delight which shot through her cunt. Her body shook in excitement, pulsed in sensuous anticipation. Ron sucked her again, then blew into her more powerfully.
"Eeeeee!" Bonni squealed, her body shivering with rippling spasms of happiness. "Oooooo! Blow me again! Suck me again!"
Ron slipped his tongue into her pussy. He licked her cuntlips gently, then explored the inner walls. Bonni squirmed as his tongue slithered against her clit. Slowly, gently he strummed the passion button. Bonni clenched her fists in frustration as she lay waiting for him to begin fucking her. She beat on his shoulders and arms in her helplessness. She wanted his cock inside her. She panted to be fucked as wildly as she had fought off the continued advances of George Harroway.
"Please," she whimpered, "please fuck me! Oh, Ron, I'm going mad for your cock. I've got to have some prick in me. I have to get some fucking. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel the throbs of his cock along the walls of her cunt. She wanted to feel his hot cum spraying into her. She wanted to erupt with him, in lusty unison with him. His tongue was driving her into delirium as it played in her cunt. Her oils were already flowing from pussy. She was damp and silky for him. She was pulsing in hopes for the warmth of the thick shaft.
Bonni tried to grasp his cock. He held her flat and would not let her reach far enough to reach it. She shook in further frustration. She could drive him into readiness if she could just get her fingers on that luscious cock. If she could get her fingers on his balls, she could taunt and tease him as he had done so effectively to her. She struggled in vain, ready to throw him off her and scream for some other man to fuck her.
"Ohhhhh!" she heard him suddenly pant as he came upwards along her body. He kissed her tummy, her tits, and her neck. Finally they met in a passionate kiss. Bonni sucked at his thick tongue, twisting her mouth lasciviously against his. He filled her mouth. His lips played roughly on hers as he forced her head back into the cushions.
Bonni met his passion with her own soaring demand. She reached for his throbbing cock, grasped it, tugged on it and pumped it. She fingered the swollen head with one hand while her other slipped down the shaft, then plunged into his silken balls. She stroked and teased cock and balls until she felt his body begin to jerk with the intensity of his pent-up lust.
"Uhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhhh!" His cock pressed against her pussylips and nudged into the satin flesh. He was much wider than the ceremonial prick that had taken her cherry. Bonni shuddered erotically as she anticipated the delirious experience of his cock stretching her inexperienced pussy. Ron forced the big knob of his cock between her cuntlips and brought sensuous pressure to her already glowing clit. The girl writhed down against his rod, trying to squirm onto the warm meat.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured as she felt its heat running through her body. "Mmmmmmmmm. Slip it in me, Ron. Give me a taste of that fresh meat of yours. Fuck me!"
Her cunt held his cock back for a moment. He was larger than she had imagined. The head was too broad to make an easy entry. The gym instructor fitted his cock at the opening of her cunt and paused. Bonni gasped in pain as he suddenly lunged and drove his prick into her.
"Ohhhh!" she screamed. "Oh, my God! My God!"
"I didn't tear you," he calmed her. "I just gave you a damn good stretching. Why the hell do you think I took so much time getting you lathered up? I had to be sure your pussy was oiled enough for me.
As he talked to her and caressed her tits affectionately he held his massive cock still. Her cunt slowly adjusted to its presence and began to throb around the hard flesh that pierced her. As he assured himself that she was ready he began to pump his cock slowly into her.
"Ohhhh!" Bonni moaned as he began to stroke his cock in her cunt. "Ohhhh, that's so good. Fuck me now! Come on, Ron. Fuck me now!"
Her cunt gripped his cock. Bonni moved her hips, sliding herself along the rod. He responded by driving his cock deeper. He thrust deeper into the depths of her pussy while he caressed her tits with more enthusiasm. Bonni felt the shimmering play of her cunt nerves along the cock. She pulsed and contracted her cunt over the invader. Her pussy sucked on the sensuous visitor. She hunched herself against his thrusting drives.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "No more play time. Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! I want to be fucked! I want to be fucked hard!"
Ron plowed at her roughly. He drew the head of his cock almost back to her clit, then lunged violently into her once more. The girl pumped her hips to his rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him and rode with him as the intensity of his thrusts increased. She felt music through her body. She felt laughter rippling about inside her. He would fuck her now! He would screw the hell out of her! He would satisfy her! She would not let him go until he had filled her to overflowing with his cum!
"Ohhhhh!" she cried loudly as she felt her climax beginning to mount. 'Ohhhhhhh! Here it comes! Here I come! I'm feeling it! I'm feeling it all! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Forces erupted deep within her. Ecstasy exploded in her pussy and ran through her body like an electric current. Her body shook with rapture as she sucked the delicious cock and pressed herself more tightly against him. Ron reached beneath her and held her ass while he intensified his own fucking. He lifted her ass higher and fucked her roughly. His cock plowed deeper, wilder as his body began to shake and pound against her.
"Ahhhh!" she panted as his cock leaped and pulsed inside her, unleashing its stream of hot cum. "Ahhhhh! Such sweet pussy! Such sweet cunt! Fuck my pussy! Ahhhhh!"
They shook together as they shared orgasm. Their bodies pitched and tossed. They rolled on the cushions. They rolled against other bodies. They bounced off other fucking couples. They screamed and shouted in the release of their passion. 'Bonni shuddered at the force of her erotic experience. His warmth electrified her as it flowed through her cunt. She throbbed and shook in a prolonged climax, hugging him violently, draining every drop of cum from his cock. Finally she let him collapse on her.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she stroked his shoulders and ran a finger through his hair. "Mmmmmm, that was sweet. That was so delicious."
Her pussy still held his cock, giving it an occasional squeeze. She rubbed against him, careful not to let his cock withdraw. She had more use for that nice meat. Let him renew his charge-she wanted another fuck. She wanted to taste him once more before she began to try the other cocks about the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ummmmm," Bonni moaned as she felt the lips finally reach her pussy. "Ohhhhh, I thought you'd never get there. You've driven me wild to have your sweet lips on my cunt. Suck me, Debbie! Suck my pussy until I explode!"
The older woman tongued Bonni's glowing cuntlips. She could feel the softly throbbing thighs against her face. She could hear the ecstatic gasps. She began to suck slowly at the delicious cunt while her hands stole upwards and cupped Bonnie's heaving tits.
Ummmmm, Debbie sighed as her tongue probed Bonni's shuddering clit. The young blonde teacher was the most beautiful girl she'd ever held in her arms, the loveliest creature she had ever dreamed of girl-fucking.
Bonni shuddered to the tantalizing work of Debbie's tongue. She shook in rising passion to the long, slow sucks which drew upon her tingling pussy. She tightened her thighs about Debbie's dark hair and rocked her lover slowly and sensuously.
Bonni was joining them. She still did not know all about the covenant. She could only partially comprehend what had possessed her that night in the ancient mansion when she had tried to fuck every man there.
The loss of virginity certainly did not disturb Bonni now as she lay twisting in delight from the pulsing nerves of her cunt. Bonni gasped and moaned with the constantly rising force of her passion. This was a hell of a way to end a period of instruction. This was the best way to illustrate the lessons of the evening. Too bad she couldn't do something like this with her classes at Tangle wood.
"Ohhhhh!" she shivered at the lovely torment being applied to her pussy. "Mmmmmmm, I'm going wild from your touch. I can feel your tongue caressing my cunt. Fuck me, Debbie! Fuck my pussy until it explodes!"
The headmistress had slipped by Bonni's apartment earlier in the evening. Bonni greeted her with a warm embrace, anxious to begin her studies in the occult arts. She had spent three nights in reading the secret books they had given her. She smiled into the sparkling grey eyes of her superior, then led her through her apartment to the bedroom.
"My, this is a soft, feminine room," Dr. Zoller commented. "It's as glowing as your body appeared the other night. I shall enjoy instructing you back here."
As she spoke she turned Bonni and slowly unzipped her dress. Debbie gently pulled the soft cotton from the girl's shoulders and let it drop softly to the carpet. A deft movement released the bra and pulled it away from the soft, satin shoulders. Debbie closed her eyes in anticipation as she took the lovely blonde by her shoulders and turned her back so they faced each other. She opened her eyes slowly, feasting on the voluptuous tits which glowed before her. The headmistress moistened her lips in anticipation as she reached forward and lightly cupped Bonni's luscious breasts.
"Damn!" she muttered. "You have the most desirable pair of tits I ever saw. Whenever I see you walk down the hall past my office, I ache to rush out and grab at them."
Debbie closed her hand over one of the throbbing tits. She caught the nipple in her palm and rolled the tit about Bonni's chest sensuously. Bonni watched her grey eyes as they scanned her body. The blonde smiled at the deep glow of lust and desire reflected in the grey eyes. She arched her back and thrust her tit more lushly into the adoring hand.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "That feels so good! I was afraid of enjoying it. Now I think of all the fun and pleasure I have missed."
"You have plenty of time to make up for that," Dr. Zoller assured the girl as she caught a hand at either side of the delicate blue panties and slipped them over Bonni's hips and thighs. The headmistress knelt briefly to pull the dainty nylon down the girl's legs, taking advantage of her position to kiss the soft and golden hair guarding her waiting pussy.
Bonni was just beginning to respond to the woman when Debbie rose and quickly slipped out of her own clothes. Debbie's firm tits bounced with the brunette's movements as she slipped out of her soft lilac panties. The two naked women looked at each other for a moment. Smiles of anticipation played over their Ups. Their eyes glistened with the delight at beholding the lovely feminine charms before them. Debbie took Bonni by the hand and led the girl to the bed. She drew the blonde beside her and caressed her back and ass while her Ups sought Bonni's waiting mouth.
Bonni parted her Ups and drew the older woman's tongue into her mouth. She sucked lovingly and reached over to cup and caress her enticing tits. She held them gently, her thumbs rubbing into the tight nipples until she felt the tits rise with growing desire. Debbie pulled back from her and looked at her with an expression of warning.
"Not so fast, young lady," the headmistress cautioned. "We're not ready for that quite yet. I have a little instruction to give you before we have our party."
Bonni laughed with her, then began to fold her legs beneath her to sit on the bed and learn the secrets of the covenant. She would try to concentrate on the words, even though her body was aching to be embraced and kissed and sucked.
"No, no," the headmistress corrected her, "don't sit up like that. We aren't studying Zen. Lay down across the bed. I'll tease your body as I teach you. You have to understand that fucking and petting is for more than just enjoyment. It is that, certainly. It is also the primary way through which the Power flows through us. You must learn to recognize the pulsing, throbbing presence inside you. That is the presence that makes you a part of reality."
The older woman spread Bonni across the bed. Debbie smiled as she looked at the radiant beauty. She felt a mist of moisture well up in her eyes. This girl would take her place some day. She sensed it. Somehow, she had known the lovely blonde would join them from the first interview. In the same way she now was certain that the covenant would recognize the presence of the Power in the girl. They would select her for elevation to high priestess. First, the headmistress reminded herself, the girl had to be instructed for the first step. She had to become a priestess of the black arts. She must become a witch of Satan.
Shimmering sensations ran through Bonni's legs as her instructress began a light massage. The teasing fingers began at her toes and ran tauntingly along her feet.
"Relax," Debbie said. "Don't concentrate on just feeling the excitement. Relax and let it run through your body. Respond to your body, don't make it respond to you. That is our secret. That is how we receive the Power. You must learn to give in to the forces which flow through you, which reach you through the sensations of the flesh."
Debbie fingered Bonni's legs. Bonni tried to relax, yet the tingling only increased. She was not sure she understood the woman. She should relax to the sensations, yet she should also yield to them. It didn't make sense. She looked at the cool, grey eyes, her blue eyes hazy with her questions.
"Of course you don't understand it as yet," her superior's voice soothed her. "Follow instructions. Don't seek to know until it becomes apparent to you."
The marvelous hands came up her thighs, sending shudders of delight toward her pussy. Debbie caressed her thighs and hips. The blonde rolled about, whimpering from the delicious agony of having her cunt passed by. She felt her body coming alive, warm and vital, under the effect of the massage.
"You are beginning to feel it now," Debbie told her. "I can see it. Stay relaxed. Let it happen, sweet Bonni. Just let it come over you and sweep through you."
She caressed Bonni's arms and shoulders. The fingers taunted Bonni's ears and neck as they began a descent across her chest and to her heaving tits.
"Ohhhhh," the girl sighed as the massage brought a new glow to her breasts. She was tempted to look at her tits, to see if they shimmered with a bright light about them. They certainly felt that they had become electrified, the way they glowed warmly from the work of the fingers about them. Her nipples and areolas tingled and throbbed with strange intensity as the hands left them and crossed her tummy to bring the same sparkle to her navel.
Bonni realized that her mind was more alert than she'd ever imagined. She felt more a part of life, not an observer. She was a part of the night outside the window.
"Ah!" her superior cried in approval. "I see it in your eyes! You're more sensitive than even I had suspected. You will be a great witch, my dear. You will comprehend mysteries deeper than any of us."
It began to dawn on Bonni. Sex was knowledge. Sex was a way of knowing. In fucking, one could sense reality. That was their secret. The Power flowed through them, instructing them in the erotic ecstasy of fucking.
Dr. Zoller caressed her hips once more, then brought her fingers inside the girl's thighs. Bonni shuddered at the warm delicious thrill which grew toward her pussy. She writhed slowly and sensuously, her body picking up the rhythm of the headmistress' play.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as the fingers touched the soft lips of her cunt and ran between them. "Ahhhhhhhh," she breathed in relief as she felt a finger press her clit and make small circles inside her pussy.
Debbie Zoller continued the finger-fuck as she discussed the ways to experience their black power. She pumped her finger slowly and lushly as she described the various rites of the black arts. She caressed the softly throbbing pussy and watched the comprehension which glowed within Bonni's blue eyes. Finally the older woman felt the time had come to experience the Power, not to spend so much time talking about it. She smiled as she looked down at the softly heaving thighs and slowly pulsing cunt. Debbie moistened her lips in anticipation and sank her face into the sparkling golden hair covering Bonni's pussy.
"Mmmmmm," the brunette sighed as she licked at the sweet lips. "Oooooo," she trembled as Bonni's soft flesh parted to invite her tongue into the moist depths of her cunt. Debbie licked her clit, then jammed her tongue into the marvelously exciting passage of Bonni's pussy. She felt Bonni close her thighs around her face. Debbie played over Bonni's luscious ass, parting the cheeks and taunting along the crack.
The young teacher held the black-haired woman between her thighs and rolled her slowly from side to side. Her pussy was going mad at the erotic treatment. She felt the throbs build to a new peak as Debbie began to suck against her soft lips. She sucked gently at first, then increased the force. Bonni felt her juices flow in response. She felt her body leaping with erotic flame. She felt a surging presence inside her, the presence of dramatic and powerful drives. She gasped as she twisted and turned on the bed, tightening her hold on the woman whose mouth was creating such passion inside her.
"Ooooooo," the blonde cried. "Oh, I can feel it! I can feel the force inside me. I can feel it pounding and pulsing through me!"
Debbie lifted her face from the glowing pussy and smiled at the sparkling blue eyes before her. She watched the lovely tits heave in passionate gasps, watched the soft, golden body twist in sensuous delight. The headmistress slipped a leg between Bonni's thighs and pulled her up so that they could rub their pussies together. She squirmed tightly against Bonni's crotch, not pausing until she could feel their cuntlips pressed tightly into one another. She pressed into the girl until their clits were mashed together and trembling from the sensuous contact.
Bonni pulled the brunette's body toward her and held her while she thrust her tits about the smaller, but deliciously firm breasts of her superior. She twisted her torso as she mashed tit against tit, nipple against nipple.
"Ohhhh, sweet girl!" Debbie gasped as the large, luscious tits rolled about over her own. "Ohhhhh, what a sweet touch! What soft and loving tits! I feel your heartbeat through them! I feel your desire rising through your hard little nipples."
The blonde threw back her head, letting her shimmering hair drift sensuously down her back. She shook her head in ecstasy as she felt her passion flooding through her body. She throbbed and pulsed until she felt her consciousness drifting away. In its place she felt a new openness. She felt the forces rise for a moment, then recede. She wanted to bring the sensation back. It left her just as she felt on the verge of experiencing the Power.
"You are trying too hard," her instructor warned her, twisting their pussies in exquisite play. "Don't try to make it happen. Just let it happen." Bonni felt her cunt contracting in sensual spasms. She felt that she could actually suck with it. She tried to suck the juices she knew were flowing from the brunette's pussy, pressing herself more tightly against Debbie. She rolled her tits wildly, passionately about the headmistress, their rubbing nipples igniting a million tiny sparks through their pulsing breasts.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed, and then her sigh became a gasping pant of lust. "Ahhhhhh! I want to possess your tits! I want to possess your cunt! I want to drink of your juices!"
"Yes! Yes!" the brunette panted into her ear. "Yes! Eat me, precious girl! Eat me as I suck your delicious little pussy!"
They squirmed. Debbie forced the blonde back onto the bed again and climbed over the luscious golden body. The headmistress clamped her thighs around Bonni's hair and rubbed her pussy lushly against Bonni's face. She plunged her mouth down into the silken hairs around the girl's pussy and began to suck frantically and noisily.
"Ohhhhh!" Bonni moaned as the erotic desires rose again inside her. "Mmmmmm!"
She sucked back at the juicy cunt which covered her mouth. She licked into the flooding juices. She blew her breath into the lovely hole, licked it lustfully, then sucked again. She felt her own pussy trembling under similar treatment and held tightly to the brunette's legs as they rolled about the bed. Their bodies pounded and throbbed. Their cunts broke into wild spasms. Bonni felt her pussy begin to build to a final explosion. Her hands grasped the older woman. She pulled her tits. She caressed her hips. She squeezed her ass.
"Mmmmmm!" Debbie groaned above her. The headmistress played again with Bonni's ass, ramming a finger along the crevice until she reached the bum. Bonni shuddered as she felt the finger force it way inside her asshole and fuck her frantically. She shivered at the first experience of pain, then became accustomed to the new intrusion. She tried the same trick on Debbie and imagined herself a man plunging his cock lustily into an open and waiting cunt.
The intensity heightened within both women until their bodies were constant motion about the bed. Their tits rolled against each other in wild delight. Their cunts broke into rapid spasms from the delicious sucking. Their asses shook from the rough treatment of plunging fingers. Bonni felt her climax mount, then take violent possession of her body. She became a thousand explosions. She felt her cream spurting about her cunt walls. She shuddered at the feel of Debbie's tongue lapping into the flowing juices.
"Uhhhh!" Bonni panted, hunching her body at the devouring lips and tongue. She rode her orgasm, then realized that Debbie was responding, too. She felt the slender headmistress shudder violently. She tasted the sudden sharp oils on her tongue. She held more roughly and rolled about as their bodies threatened to shake apart.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the headmistress sighed as they finally completed their orgasm. "Ohhhhh, what a lovely fuck. What a wonderful fuck. You're not just a pretty girl. You give a hell of a good screw."
Bonni lay back, only partly listening to the brunette. She looked dreamily at the ceiling, her eyes clouded in mist. It had not returned, that momentary experience of the Power. She had undergone a wild, wonderful orgasm, yet it had not come back. That glimpse was enough, though, to convince her that she wanted to go on in her instruction. She wanted to fully experience that which only briefly had shimmered through her body.
She lay back, her tits rising and falling from the heavy breathing. She was anxious for the next session. She was already panting for her next fuck.
CHAPTER SIX
Bonni knelt before the huge erect cock as Walter Hoemer sat on the edge of her bed. She massaged the skin along the shaft, her eyes glowing in admiration as she watched the pulsing of the blood vessels in the throbbing prick. She held it in one hand and fingered his balls.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed as she tugged playfully with him. "That's the girl! That's the way to get my pecker jumping. Damn if I ever dreamed an old man would have his cock loved by such a lovely young girl."
"You old tease," Bonni replied. "You know you can fuck any girl on the faculty any time you want. They all agree that you can do more things with a cock than any man they ever screwed."
She traced the head of his prick with her finger, then pulled the skin firmly down the shaft. She skinned him roughly, trying to see how far back his skin could go. He wrapped his legs around her. She relaxed in the warmth of his embrace and smiled up at him when he began quietly fondling her tits.
"It's not that I'm so good," he assured her modestly. "I just have more experience than anyone they ever met before. I suppose I have fucked more women than any man in the state."
"You've got me all wet in my pussy just thinking about it," Bonni said. "We didn't have much time for a good, long fuck the last time."
She remembered the night in the old mansion, when she had fucked her way through the assembly. Dr. Hoemer had been one of the last men to fuck her. Tonight would be different. The beautiful young woman shivered in erotic anticipation and held his magnificent cock with anticipation. He had spent the last two hours instructing her. He had spoken in soft tones of the power a woman could wield. He had taught her the difference between a pussy who could tease and taunt, and a pussy who could create strength in a man.
Bonni writhed in happiness at the memory of her ability to draw his cock to an erection. Hoemer sat across the room and had her slowly begin to think about his cock. She was finally able to capture its image in her mind and begin to love it, to mentally caress it. She taunted it slowly to an erection, imagining the delicious sensations as it would stretch her young pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" he had cried out suddenly. Bonni looked, opening her eyes to see the cock in all its rigid glory. The powerful instrument pulsed and throbbed before her as though it had been thrusting into her as madly as she had imagined. She could see the moisture as it had lubricated itself. She could see the deep red along its head and shaft from forcing its way into her cunt.
"I can't believe it!" she gasped. "It looks like you have been fucking me just like I was imagining."
"Of course," Hoemer answered. "In a way, I have been doing exactly that. You have the ability to call a cock, young woman. You can call a cock into an erection from across a room. You can cause a man to experience the loveliness of your body by concentrating your powers on him. You have a very special gift. It is not yet developed, but we shall spend much effort in its perfection."
He had shown her various other ways to communicate sensually from a distance. He taught her, but insisted she not regard the newly discovered powers as a toy. She would be able to possess a man's thoughts until he was maddened with desire for her. She had been carefully attendant on his teachings and now they were relaxing from the emotional strain.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed as he caught a nipple between his fingers and began to twist it sensually. "Oooooo, that feels so good. You make my tits feel so warm and glowing."
"I'll have them glowing before we finish the night," he promised. "I'll have them afire from my touch. Such luscious tits! Such unbelievably, lovely tits!"
He cupped them in his hands and pulled her closer to him. His rearing cock was at her lips. She felt it close enough for its heat to warm her cheeks. Bonni flicked her tongue out and licked the firm head, then pulled it to her mouth and kissed the end. She kissed the tip of his cock more excitedly, then slipped her lips around the head and began to suck. She sucked and pumped while he slowly pumped the big prick into her mouth.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned, as though her touch was setting him aflame. "Ahhhh! That feels so good. My old cock is so steamed up, it needs to enter your cool, sweet mouth."
The wicked, curving shaft drove deeper, reaching the back of her throat. Bonni gasped and backed away slightly to prevent being choked by the huge, bulging head. She moved her mouth back and forth over the cock, gliding her lips along the shaft as though it were her pussy riding the wonderful tool. She stroked his balls and fingered the throbbing sac.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, feeling a warm flow of delight flood her body. "Mmmmmmm!"
She felt wonderful, so relaxed and peaceful. She felt so sensuous, so filled with erotic power. She wondered if Walter were sending this knowledge into her. No, she decided, this was being communicated from a deeper source than Dr. Hoemer. She was filled with the Power. She was life! She was passion!
Hoemer lifted her by her shoulders. He pulled her onto the bed and rolled alongside her. His lips devoured her throbbing tits, sucking the nipples into shimmering brilliance. His hands toyed with her pussy. He spread her cuntlips and pressed firmly on her clit. She gasped and rolled as his relaxed body suddenly became a dynamo of demand and lust. He took his lips from her tits and plunged them toward her panting cunt. The blonde leaped at his touch, at the thrill of his tongue in her pussy. She shivered as he began sucking her deliriously. Her cunt spasmed, sending waves of juice into his waiting mouth.
"Ooooo," she moaned in ecstasy. "You're sucking more than my pussy. You're sucking me! You're sucking and licking and eating on me, on whatever I am!"
She gasped as the force of his lust possessed her. She twisted herself so she could get a new hold of his cock. She pumped the prick viciously. She grasped his balls wildly. She pulled his cock toward her and thrust it into her mouth. Now she was able to match his activity. She could suck him just as insanely as he was sucking and licking at her shuddering pussy. She tongued the warm cockhead and sucked as powerfully as she was able.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured at the feel of the cock in her mouth.
She sucked harder and clamped her thighs around his grey hair. She rolled the old man about the bed, her pussy quivering at the sensuous play of his mouth and tongue. She became more brazen in the way she attacked his lunging cock, enjoying the moment when it would singe the opening of her throat. For a moment she would be helpless, gasping. Then, as the monstrous cock drew back, she would feel the sensual delight of being able to breathe again.
"Ahhhh!" she panted, gasping and fighting for breath while her pussy shimmered in a thousand sparks. "Eeeeeeee!"
She felt the rise of his own lust. She felt the force which began sweeping his body in deep, steady throbs. She felt his cock leap about uncontrollably as the cum rushed to the brink of eruption. Hoemer was gasping more frantically as he lifted his face from her pussy and spun around on top of her. His cock was jerked from her mouth. He fell on her insanely, his hands grabbing her tits, his cock slamming into the lips of her cunt.
"Can't take any more of that," Walter panted. "Have to get my cock in your pussy! Have to empty my cock in that sweet cunt! I like sucking pussy, but I like fucking better!"
"Yes!" Bonni hissed back at him as she tried to regain her own breath. "Yes! Fuck me, Walter! Take that wonderful cock and tear me apart with it. Fuck me!"
He held her ass to steady her, then plunged his cock brutally into her cunt. Bonni gasped and shuddered from the force of his entrance. She felt the sudden pain turn immediately into glowing pleasure as he thrust the pecker deeper and deeper into her yielding body. She thrust her tits against his chest and let their nipples rub roughly. He lifted her iegs and pushed them backwards against her arms. Her ass and pussy were completely exposed to the violent thrusts of his enraged cock. She twisted, her passion increasing as she listened to the sound of his prick breaking the suction of her pussy as he drew it back for each new stroke. She heard the sloshing sound of his cock sliding through her flooding juices and felt the ripples of her moisture as it shoved through her cunt.
The cock seemed to enlarge as he fucked her. The pulsing of the giant rod was transmitted to the walls of her pussy. Bonni rolled frantically beneath him, trying to open herself to receive more of his cock. She sucked him with her frenzied pussy as they rose to a stormy climax. Their bodies began to shake and pound with greater ferocity than before. Bonni was alive with surging demand, afire with passionate delight. Her pussy joined his roaring cock as their juices exploded through her cunt. Their juices mingled. Their bodies united. Their realities became a single glow of lust.
"Aiiiiiii!" he shrieked as he unleashed the torrents of cum into her. She sucked the hot jizz as she emitted the floods of her own cum over his rampaging cock.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, feeling the surge of power through her body. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me with that luscious cum! Give it to me! I want it all! I want to explode with all of it!"
They rolled and tossed in delirious madness.
Cock and cunt rode through the erupting lust, then slowly calmed together. Bonni held the old man and caressed his shoulders as she slowly contracted about his cock. She slid her body deliciously along the marvelous prick and smiled up into his wise face.
"Did I please you?" she asked. "Did I fuck you well enough to show you my thanks?"
"You fucked well enough to show me that you are going to be one hell of a little witch," he laughed. "I hope I live long enough to fuck you when you've mastered all your powers."
They lay together, softly caressing and kissing. Bonni felt the impulse to test her new powers. She lay back and closed her eyes. She would think his cock into a new erection. She would will the rapid recovery of his regenerative powers. She turned him onto his back and concentrated on his limp cock as it lay against his thigh. She would restore the powers of the limp cock.
Bonni felt a deep sensation of power rippling through her body as she concentrated on the cock. She concentrated on giving it strength, on restoring the depleted jizz inside him. She did not have to open her eyes to know his lust was stirring once more. She did not have to reach over to be sure that the prick was stretching itself down the thigh and rising slowly upward. She did not have to finger his shaft to be aware of the new rigidity, the recovered hardness.
She did not take the trouble of checking on his cock as she sat up and began to crawl atop the aged warlock. She knew he was horny again. She had made him so. She had given a new hard to him. She looked in his eyes as he smiled up at her. He nodded his approval of her efforts.
"I knew it," he whispered in awe. "We all knew it. We knew it from the moment you stepped on the campus. You have the ability to call down the Power."
Bonni eased her cunt down over the rigid and throbbing prick. This was her fuck as no fuck had been yet. This was all her own doing. She slowly pumped her pussy on his cock, finally nestling herself down completely on the lunging rod. She rode his cock happily, ecstatic over each pulse which ran through the shaft. Her pussy throbbed, contracting on his cock, sucking on it.
"Mmmmmm," the old man murmured. "How fortunate for me to have the honor of your first miracle. Mmmmmmmmm, you are such a delicious young woman, such an exquisite piece of pussy."
"A piece of pussy that is after your cock," she answered. "A panting little hunk of tail that wants to fuck you all night."
He smiled and reached for her tits. He began to caress them as she rode the thrusts of his prick. He caressed beneath the shimmering breasts. He caressed around them. He stroked across the burning nipples. He pressed them together and rolled them as one about her chest.
"Oooooooo!" she exclaimed in delight as he worked on her throbbing tits. "You know how to make them feel so good! Love them, Walter, love my tits until they want to burst. Ooooo!"
He pressed his thumbs into her nipples, pressing the hardening buttons back into her lacy areolas. His fingers worked on her breasts until the globes seemed to expand. He pulled at the tits. He mashed them. He caressed them. He pulled her down toward him and sucked on them. His mouth twisted on them, trying to take an entire tit inside, sucking deliriously on the sparkling breast. Bonni writhed under his play. Her movements only increased the ecstatic friction between cunt and prick. She bounced up and down to let the huge head drive her clit into a frenzy.
"Ahhhhh!" Hoemer cried as his cock began throbbing more powerfully. "Ohhhhhh! I want to empty it in you! I want to fill your pussy! I want to fuck and suck you! I want to fuck you! Aaaaahhhhhh!"
His body trembled from the force of his passion. The blonde threw her head back and laughed. She laughed and sang as she worked her cunt along the glowing shaft. She twisted her ass, intensifying the delicious feeling of his cock within her. She twisted her pussy on him as his cock began its mad thrusts. She felt him building toward another orgasm. She allowed the bulging cockhead to mb insanely over her clit. Her own pulsing rapture returned as the passion button began glowing and tingling. She rode his cock as he began driving upwards with his ass. His ass lunged up from the bed, thrusting his hot cock violently through her glowing cunt and lifting her up into the air with him.
"Ahhhhh!" he shouted. "Ohhhh! What a charge you gave me! What a wad I have for you!"
Bonni shouted her encouragement. She pressed her tits over his sweating face. She rubbed her nipples across his lips until he sucked them once more.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me like never before!" She fucked back at him lustfully. She alternated her lips and her tits at his mouth. She bit his neck and shoulders. She shook as his charge blew upward into her.
"Ahhhhh!" he shouted louder than ever as he unloaded his hot cock into her. "Aaaaiiiiii! Take it! Take it! Take it!"
"Give it to me!" Bonni shouted back. "Ohhhh, give me that cum! Fill me with it! Let the Power fill me from your hot juice! Fuck me, Walter! Fuck me!"
Her teeth chattered from the power of her vibrations. Her orgasm shook her, exploded her, drove her into deeper rapture than ever. She fucked down on his cock until she finally collapsed on top of him, spent from the frantic exertion.
She lay still beside him, his cock still in her. He caressed her heaving tits with adoration. He patted her still throbbing ass reverently. He kissed her brow and looked at her with soft, passionate eyes.
"Such a lovely girl," he repeated. "Such a lovely girl."
Bonni lay quietly. Her mind was whirling. She had worked her first magic. She had brought one hell of a fuck from the limp cock. She had drawn the cum through it into her cunt. She had felt the Power in her. She had experienced her abilities. She sighed happily and closed her eyes. From here on there would be no stopping her. She would get whatever fucks she wanted. She would get about anything she wanted. She knew how to use the Power. She would be in control. Just wait!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The warm shower sprayed over the two bodies. Bonni thrust her tits into the spray, her skin tingling with excitement. She was being initiated into the rites. The ceremonial shower was the beginning of the ritual. Her breath came in short, ecstatic gasps as she anxiously began the ceremony. The lovely blonde felt the warmth of the water sparkling about her. She felt a soft golden glow in her skin, a heightened sensitivity, as she stood beside the dark man who had been selected to celebrate her elevation into the priesthood.
Bruce Kettridge was the business manager at Tanglewood. The short, muscular man had been unable to attend her deflowering. Business of the academy had required him to be out of town that evening. The fact that he, of all the men in the covenant, had never fucked her, produced an added thrill. She smiled at his softly pulsing cock. He did not have a hard-on yet. Still the healthy cock was thick and appealing as it quivered beside her.
Bruce moistened his lips as he studied the lovely body beside him. Her tits thrust proudly into the sheets of water, glistening through the silver spray. Her waist appeared even more tiny and delicate than when she strode through the school office, leaving every man in the area panting and drooling. He looked back, letting his eyes feast on the dramatic curve of her ass, her long, lithe legs. She was a beauty! He felt his body glowing in anticipation of the ceremony with this lovely piece of tail.
"You're more lovely than they told me," he admitted. "You're more beautiful than I had ever imagined."
Bonni smiled at him. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce through him, reading his aching lust for her body. He smiled back, excited over the approval of his horny anticipation which she so clearly gave him. He watched the water bead up along the satin skin of her full tits. He watched the sparkle of silver drops along the golden hairs around her pussy. He watched her graceful movements as she twisted within the spray. His cock began to throb in anticipation of the conclusion of the ritual.
Bonni felt his eyes devouring her. She would have preferred initiation by Dr. Hoemer, who had come to be so much like a father to her. She was not at all familiar with this dark man beside her.
The coven had selected him, however. She would abide by their choice. She looked at the heavy hair covering his body. His chest was a solid mass of rich black hair. The dark growth covered his shoulders and arms. It hung like a great fur jock around his cock. He looked somewhat like a hungry beast, licking his chops as he smelled fresh meat ahead.
That's what I am, she laughed to herself. I'm fresh meat. I am the tastiest meat he ever ran his cock into. I have the warmest tits he ever sucked. I have the softest thighs, the wildest ass, the hottest pussy, he will ever find. He will give me the secrets and I will give him the fuck of his life. I will be all woman. I will be Helen. I will be Cleopatra. I am for fucking, for loving.
She remembered the teachings of Debbie Zoller. The man mattered less than the activity. They would be fucking, not for pleasure, but to bring down the Power. This dark and swarthy companion in the shower had the hands to caress her. He had the lips to kiss her loveliness. He had the cock to fuck her cunt. He could fulfill his role as she would fulfill hers. She would accept him. She would share the mysteries with him. She would let him lead her into the secrets.
He reached over and turned the spray off, then slid the door open for them to step onto the waiting mats. Bonni waited for him to towel her body. She closed her eyes as he rubbed the soft material about her breasts, cupping them, cuddling them. He knelt to dry her tummy, her cunt, her thighs. He leaned his head gently against her as he patted the cloth on her legs. .
He finished and stood for her to towel him. She smiled into the dark eyes as she lightly rubbed his shoulders and chest. The desire glowing in his eyes excited her. She toweled him sensuously, delighting in being able to taunt him. She watched his cock swell as her hands moved closer to it. She would have him ready. He would be filled with the Power. She would have him trembling under its possession by the time they stepped into the circle to begin the rite.
She completed her task and stood waiting. Her tits thrust out at him. She arched her back, thrusting her ass out in startling clarity. She spread her legs slightly and watched as he looked her over with a hungry expression. He smiled in anticipation, then led her through the door into the room beyond.
Under the light of the candles, the chamber seemed to sway before her. On the floor was the great magic circle. The huge stone altar dominated the room. Candles glowed upon it and incense filled the air.
The dark man left Bonni outside the circle. He entered and walked to the altar. Taking a glowing sword, its jewels sparkling under the light of the candles, he approached the edge of the circle and began to trace its outline. As he traced he began to dance, chanting an ancient prayer. Passing Bonni, he lifted the sword from the floor and drew an archway before her.
She waited while he repeated the ritual three times. He came back to her and stepped close beside her. He whispered a solemn warning in her ear, then gave her the passwords. She repeated them.
Suddenly his sword was pressed against her heart. His eyes flamed. He stood dreadful and tall before her, menacing and ominous. His voice shook loudly as he challenged her.
"Do you have the courage to enter the domain of the dread Lord of Power? You stand at his gates. I warn you, it is better to step into the point of my sword than to enter this circle with fear in your heart."
Bonni swallowed with difficulty. The blade sparkled as it pressed into her tit. She looked up at the threatening figure, then grasped at the words she had been given.
"I have perfect trust," she answered. "Perfect love and perfect trust."
The sword dropped. A smile swept his face. He bowed before her and saluted her with the sword. "Welcome to all who bear these words!"
She let him turn her away from the circle and stood while he took a blindfold from a table. He smiled at her and let his eye drift over her body as he stepped to her. She meekly submitted to the blindfold and the embrace which followed. He pulled her arms to his neck, then grasped her about the waist, pulling her body tightly against his.
"There is a third password," he whispered hoarsely, "a kiss!"
She felt the force of his mouth over hers. His tongue forced its way quickly inside. He drew against her breath, crushing her brutally against his chest. She felt his throbbing prick against her tummy. Her knees weakened from the force of his kiss. She grasped his neck as he stepped between her legs. He pushed her backward about five steps, then released her.
She heard the scraping of the sword against the floor as he continued the ritual. Then he was back close beside her, warning her to be prepared for the ordeal. She stood quietly while he bound her right ankle with a rope, his hands caressing her leg as he did so. Her hands were pulled behind her back and firmly tied. The rope came up and looped around her neck, pulling her back, thrusting her tits even more tauntingly in front of her.
Bonni stumbled along as he led her by the rope. She followed, blind and stumbling, as her initiator led her around the circle, proclaiming the initiation to all the spirits, all the powers. Around and around he led her, then ordered her to begin the dance. Bonni attempted to repeat the step taught her by Debbie. She almost fell, caught herself, and tried again. As she mastered the art of dancing while bound with the ropes, he took her again around the circle, dancing beside her.
As she was beginning to sway from the dizziness, just before she was certain to fall from her confusion, he brought her to a halt. A bell was struck over and over. Then she waited as he began to praise her.
"Your feet are so beautiful, your feet that brought you to us."
His lips moved over her feet kissing them, tonguing them, sending chills of delight through her legs and into her body. He praised her knees as those which would kneel before the altar. His lips crept up her legs and over them. He traveled along her thighs, filling Bonni with delicious sensations of pleasure. He paused as he neared her cunt.
"Your cunt is so beautiful, your cunt-the bed of life, the couch of pleasure."
Bonni winced in ecstasy as his lips closed over her pussy. He flicked his tongue against her clit and drew a quick, sharp breath, leaving her senses reeling as he passed on upward. He pummeled her abdomen, her waist, then came to her tits. His hands enveloped them and drew them to his lips. He sucked voluptuously before moving finally to her neck and lips.
"Your lips are so beautiful, your lips which shall utter the sacred words."
He embraced Bonni and kissed her in desire and admiration. Bonni returned his kiss, tongue meeting tongue, pressing her tits against him, sliding her hips against him. She met his passion with a fire of her own. The power, the force was building in her, was claiming her, was creating explosive demands in her.
He released her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He pressed her downward, forcing her to kneel on the floor. She felt her ankles being tied together. She was bound now, bound and helpless.
No, she suddenly thought, her spirits soaring, never helpless. Even bound, she had power. Even on her knees, hands and feet tightly bound, she had the power of her sex. She could attract, she could seduce, she could claim. The power was in her. She could never be enslaved, never!
The bell was struck again, then again and again.
"Are you ready to swear that you will always be true to the art?" the priest demanded in a loud voice.
Bonni tried to nod and almost choked from the tension of the rope. She paused until she could regain her ability to speak, then answered in a small voice.
I am.
The bell began to ring again. She tensed at the nature of its tones this time. She feared the moment. She steeled herself. Nothing could break her. There would never be any degradation, never be any state, she could not handle.
"You must first be purified," the deep voice proclaimed before her.
She was not expecting the suddenness of the first blow. While he was still speaking, he swung the whip across her bare ass. She felt the hot sting of the lash, gritted her teeth, and braced for the cleansing. Again the scourge came down, again and again and again. Bonni began to experience a peculiar refreshment in the pain. Her breasts began to swell and her nipples hardened as the lashing continued. There was a sexual quality to it. Her buttocks stung and ached as each slashing blow came. Her cunt began to glow, to pulse, to throb in excitement. She found herself eagerly awaiting the next blow. She felt the moisture in her pussy. It will always be so, she thought. The more the pain, the more she would be ready for her own turn. She trembled in the excitement as though the slashes were cutting into her clit.
The whipping ended as quickly, as unexpectedly, as it began. The solemn vow was now given to her. Carefully, she repeated the ancient vow. Carefully he gave her word after word. She would have to remember it. It could not be recorded. It was given only once. She concentrated intently as she recited.
The rope was taken from her ankles. The blindfold was suddenly snatched from her eyes. She had been kneeling before the altar. The candles glowed brilliantly. As she tried to adjust her vision and focus through the haze of burning incense, she was lifted to her feet. Her hands remained bound as the dark man knelt before her. He poured oil onto a ball of cotton, then rubbed his thumb against the cotton. He rubbed oil onto her.
"I consecrate you with oil," he told her as he touched her cunt, then her nipples before touching her cunt again.
"I consecrate you with wine," he continued, pouring wine on his thumb and repeating the procedure.
"I consecrate you with my lips."
He kissed her pussy gently, adoringly. He stood to take her tits to his lips, kissing the nipples slowly and sensuously. Once more he knelt and brought his lips to her cunt, drawing deeply on her.
"Now, I give you the tools with which you will work."
Bonni's hands were released. She stood beside her sponsor at the altar while he presented her various secret instruments. She took the jeweled knife she had prepared for herself, the white-handled knife, the censer, the scourge, the cords. She held in her hands the ancient art, the keys to the ancient secrets. She lifted her lips to his kiss, letting her body flow against him, letting him feel her excitement, letting him share her celebration. Bruce stepped back and smiled lustfully at the beautiful girl, his eyes flaming with the eagerness surging through him. His body tingled at the prospects so closely before him now.
"I salute you!" he proclaimed. "I salute you in the name of Satan."
Bonni looped her arm into his as they walked around the circle. At each of the censers he paused with her and shouted his proclamation.
"Hear, all evil ones! Hear all powers and presences, all demons and forces! Bonni has been consecrated priestess and witch of Satan!"
He walked her until they completed the circle, then turned her toward himself. The sensuous blonde smiled and opened her arms in invitation. The swarthy man looked greedily over her voluptuous body. His mouth watered at her luscious breasts. His cock swelled watching the flow of her tiny waist into the wide and inviting hips. He throbbed at the sight of her ass with its dramatic contours, the shining softness of her thighs, the smooth curves of her legs. Bruce gasped in rising passion as he stepped toward her and lifted the blonde goddess from the floor.
"Now!" he hissed. "Now to take my reward. Now I get to fuck that glorious body! Now I finally can release the terrible pain in my cock!"
The girl threw back her head and laughed as he carried her beyond the circle to the pile of cushions which waited along the wall. Bonni's laughter shrieked and echoed through the room as he walked with her. She rubbed her tits over his face and pressed a nipple against his lips until he began to suck. She dropped her hand to grope for the cock which throbbed beneath her shimmering ass.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked, "Fuck me, Bruce! Drop me into the cushions and fuck my burning cunt!"
She pumped the pulsing cock as he brought her to the edge of the room. She squeezed on the trembling rod and shoved the skin back roughly along the shaft. Bonni could feel the moisture as his prick seeped lubricating oils along its heated length. She pumped him more passionately as she heard the guttural snarl of lust in his throat, as she was lowered onto the soft silk and velvet cushions.
"Satan give me strength," he muttered as he stood over her panting body. "Satan give me strength to fuck you as such beauty should be fucked."
He spread his legs and pumped his glowing cock before her. Bonni thrust her tit at him tauntingly as he came down over her. Her thighs felt the heat of his rod. Her tits were devoured by his lusting hands. She shuddered in excitement as he fell on her, cupping her tits, squeezing them, mauling them. She twisted her torso in the thrilling experience of his fondling, frolicking palms. Her nipples shot dainty sparks of fire through her heaving globes as he thumbed them and mashed them deep into her shimmering tits.
She grabbed his cock and drew it toward her pussy. She led him between her cuntlips and gasped at the pleasure of a cock against her clit. He moved his cockhead in sensuous circles around her clit until her passion rose to new heights. She responded wildly to his taunting play. The ceremony had prepared her to be fucked. The excitement, the presence of the Power about them and within them, drove her into a frenzy of lust and desire. Her thighs vibrated with a thousand erotic spasms. Her ass shook and pulsed from her mounting passion. Her nipples hardened and flamed beneath his teasing fingers. Her tits swelled into his adoring hands.
"Fuck me!" she demanded as she writhed beneath him. "Ram that lovely cock through me! Ohhhhhh, fuck me!"
Bruce looked down at her delicious body. His cock was throbbing wildly as it rubbed over her sweet clit. He eased the rod further into her moist pussy and watched the expression of slow delight cross Bonni's face. He twisted his ass, rubbing his cock harder against the walls of her cunt as it glided deeper inside her. He smiled her lovely tits. He caught her nipples between his thumbs again and rolled them in small, teasing circles.
"Oooooo!" the beautiful young witch sighed. "Do it all, Bruce, do it all to me! Fuck me! Stop playing around and fuck! Don't you feel it? Can't you feel the Power?"
She sucked his cock with her ecstatic pussy. She concentrated on his prick. She would draw his cum from him whether he was ready or not. She wanted his force, his power to flow through her. Bonni pulled his face to her. Her lips twisted over his mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss. She sucked his breath from him as her pussy shuddered feverishly about the thrusting cock. She would empty him! She would draw his life from him!
"Uhhhh!" he moaned as his body began to throb with the sudden mounting of his need. "Uhhhhhh!"
He licked madly in her mouth. He felt the pressure with which she sucked his tongue, his saliva, his breath itself. He wanted to Fill her. He wanted to empty his cum into this beautiful girl. He wanted to breathe his life into her throat and pour his cum into her pussy. His body burned hotly, sweat pouring about, as he rammed his cock frantically through her cunt.
"Mmmmm," Bonni sighed in satisfaction. She had him ready. She had his juice flowing toward her. She had him insane with the necessity of unloading his hot charge into her. She twisted deliriously over him and called forth the explosion.
"Ahhhhh!" he shouted, lifting his face from her a moment. "Aaaaiiii! I've got to give it to you! I have to fill you!"
"Yes!" she cried back, "Yes! Fuck me! Unload it in my pussy! Pour the sweet cum into me!"
Her body exploded at the first touch of the spurting jizz against the far passages of her pussy. She hugged her thighs about him and rolled among the silk and velvet cushions. She hunched her ass savagely and sucked the gushing cum through her cunt. She pulled his face back down and sucked the saliva off his tongue. She drew him into her body. She possessed his force. She conquered him as he poured his jism into her.
She lay beneath him afterwards, waiting for him to catch his breath. The fucking had only just begun. Her body still tingled with excitement. Her lust was only being held in check, not sated. She felt her pussy pulse in slow preparation for another fuck. She still glowed with excitement and anticipation.
"I'm Bonni," she whispered to herself. "I'm a priestess of Satan. I'm now a witch of the black arts!"
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the limp cock inside, her. She would regenerate it. She felt it quiver as she called forth new lust, new desire, new cum into it. She felt it swell and fill her pussy. She felt the throbs pulse through it as Bruce unconsciously began to pump her in a new fuck.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The tall man, his grey hair and sideburns hinting that he was over fifty despite his lean body and smooth face, slipped his key into the door of his hotel room. Dr. Richard Miller looked down at the lovely girl nestled against him, her luscious tits sending shivers of sensuous delight through his body. He kissed her golden hair, pressing his lips loveingly into her hair and moving them softly among the silken strands. He looked over the swell of her full, ripe tits above the low cut of her dress.
Miller opened the door and took the girl inside. He should have felt some sensation of guilt. A man of his position and reputation should certainly have been racked with guilt and apprehension as he brought a young woman to his room. He was honest enough to admit he had no plans for intellectual conversation. He had only one thing in mind-he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to tear the delicate blue dress from that glorious body and fuck the hell out of her. He wanted to suck those fantastic tits while he buried his aching cock into her soft, waiting pussy. He wanted her to relieve the pounding that had seized his prick and pulsed through in now as he looked at her tits, tiny waist, the flare of her hips, the sweet curves of her legs.
He was aware that many of his colleagues routinely fucked young students. He knew that prominent lecturers thought it a part of the circuit to try out the various cunts available. He had always been shocked by all this cunt-chasing, though. In all his years he had never fucked a student, never bedded a colleague. He had been on the lecture circuit for the last fifteen years without screwing anyone other than his wife. Miller had prided himself on this fact. He gloried in having refused every temptation. He had been contemptuous of the possibility until tonight.
He corrected himself. It was this afternoon he had toyed with the possibility. This morning he had merely observed the lovely blonde. He had observed her quite well; he smiled as he looked at her now that she was in his arms. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The intense stare as he lectured made him feel uncomfortable. She held him tightly with her gaze. Even as he struggled through the notes he had carefully prepared, it was her radiant face which haunted him. This meeting was his golden opportunity to display the carefully gathered evidence, to finally destroy the supporters of permissive education, yet he could scarcely keep his attention on his notes for the blonde vision which remained before him.
Miller had read his notes without the planned dynamics. He dared not look up and face the piercing blue eyes. She made such an open offering of herself to him as she watched him. She declared her womanliness so proudly, so provocatively. She issued such a sensuous invitation to share in her beauty. He had made his way through the speech, then sighed in relief as he searched the audience for the beautiful blonde.
She had not been in the seat where she had haunted him. She was not even in the room afterwards. He kept searching for the shining blonde hair, the softly curved body, the hypnotic blue eyes. She seemed to have disappeared.
She was back for the afternoon lecture. Her blue eyes offered their invitation more sensuously. They seemed to reach out and embrace him. He felt the warmth as they softly caressed his body. He knew she wanted him to fuck her.
He fought to break eye contact, struggled to concentrate on his notes. He only partially succeeded in breaking her spell. As he delivered his stumbling address he could not control his cock. His prick slowly and irresistibly rose until it thrust hard and rigid against his pants.
Again he searched for her afterwards. Again she was nowhere to be seen. He was possessed by her and ached to see her body. He ignored the hands that were extended to him as he pushed through the milling teachers searching for the lovely girl with the haunting eyes. He admitted it now-he had been searching for her to proposition her. She had made the offer. He only wanted to accept. He ached to plunge his steaming cock into her luscious body.
He did not see her at the evening banquet, did not see her until he sensed her presence. He never did identify her in the large crowded room. He merely knew she was there. He felt her eyes on him. He felt her hands softly caressing his body. He felt her tits pressed against him, her soft thighs wrapped about him. He ate his meal in frustration. He delivered his address with another rigid cock.
Miller left the hall, sure that he would never see her again. He would catch his plane back to Wisconsin and resume his proper, regimented life. He was aware of the failure of his addresses at this convention to achieve his purpose. There would be other conventions, other meetings where his ideas would be more effectively presented.
He left the hall, filled with his better intentions. His resolution lasted until he reached the door to the street. The girl was waiting. She walked toward him, the soft blue silk dress clinging to her exquisitely curved body. She smiled at him as she opened her arms to him. Miller stood frozen in shock. She was real. She had a real body. Damn, what a body she had! He watched her luscious body move promisingly, enticingly beneath the blue dress.
"Dr. Miller," the blonde vision smiled warmly, "are you ready to go?"
He closed the door of his room behind them. A little unsteady from the drinks they had, he stepped into her waiting embrace. She nestled up to him lightly, her perfume drifting about him. Her loveliness overcame him as he drew her closer to him. She seemed so delicate, so exquisite. She was a fine work of art. He wanted to adore her.
Bonni let him caress her gently. She lifted her face and accepted his tender kiss. There was plenty of time to draw the lust through his body. Let him caress her now in his own way. It was enough that she had the famous scholar for the evening. Bonni smiled inside as she imagined Debbie's reaction when she reported back.
Dr. Zoller had sent her to the meeting with instructions to use her powers to sabotage Dr. Miller's presentation. The tall, distinguished scholar was giving a call for returning to rigid discipline and basic education. He was a dangerous man to have going about the country advocating principles so at odds with the educational philosophy of Tanglewood.
Bonni had sabotaged the addresses. She had called his cock into perpetual erection as he spoke. She had projected her hands around his body, stimulating him to a fit of lust as he tried to speak. She had climaxed the destructive mission tonight by getting him publicly drunk, drunk and lusty. Her body still shivered in delight at the way he had petted her in the presence of everyone in the bar.
Now she would take an additional precaution. A man of the intellectual abilities of Richard Miller should be turned from adversary into ally. Bonni was certain she could manage that tonight. After all, a good fuck could change anybody's mind.
She slid her leg along his gently, gradually. She eased her knee up his thighs and felt him throb with excitement at her touch. She turned her body slightly to let her tits press against his hand. He lifted his lips from her and looked into her eyes. His face showed the ache of his desire for her.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, "so very beautiful. I kept searching for you after each address. I had given up ever seeing you again, yet here you are. I can't believe I'm holding you."
"You like?" she asked. She slipped from his arms and spun before him. She stepped quickly, letting her dress whip to the side, revealing her long legs. She thrust her tits at him and posed her ass in her most provocative fashion. Bonni saw the quick leap in his cock, the wave of lust which swept his face.
"Satisfied?" she asked with a smile of invitation. She stepped back against him, letting her tits touch his chest. Miller stared at her, his mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to find words. As he stammered helplessly, the young witch stepped more tightly against him, flattening her tits over his chest, pushing her ripe globes up over the top of her dress. She looked up at him, her lips moist and pleading.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked as she placed her arms around his neck.
His passion soared out of control. The reserved, disciplined scholar grabbed her roughly and pulled her tighter against him. His body pounded with desire as he cupped her ass and shoved her pussy against his thigh. He rubbed her body against his leg and clamped his mouth firmly over her lips. He rammed his tongue into her mouth and against the tingling tip of her own tongue. Bonni gasped in delight from the sudden eruption of passion. Her fingers teased the hair along the back of his neck. She twisted in his arms to let him fee! the fullness of her tits as they rolled against his chest.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, yielding to his embrace. "Ooooooo."
He gripped her ass more firmly. He squeezed the firm cheek, then ran his hand into her crotch and fingered her pulsing pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" he groaned, covering a tit with his other trembling hand. He closed his palm around the luscious breast and rolled it sensuously. Bonni reached inside his coat and stroked his chest. She loosened his tie, then pulled it from the collar. He struggled out of his coat and let it drop to the floor, then groped down the front of her dress, letting his fingers grasp her luscious tits. Bonni dropped the tie on top of the coat and began to unbutton his shirt while she thrust her tits against his roving, exploring hand and fingers.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. "Your hand feels so good on my tits. They've been aching for your fingers all night."
Bonni shivered in unexpected delight as she touched his bare chest. He might be nearing sixty, but he kept himself in damn good condition. His skin was firm to her touch. She caressed his chest, then fingered his tight nipple. She felt his hand come up from her ass and seek the zipper of her dress. She waited breathlessly for the sound of the dress parting, for the touch of his hand on bare skin. She stood submissive as he stepped back and pulled the dress from her.
"How lovely!" he exclaimed as her tits burst forth. "I've never seen such beauty in all my life!" He looked at the heaving tits with renewed passion. His hands shook as they reached for the shimmering flesh. He touched her tits softly, gently, then grabbed them lustfully. He cupped and caressed them roughly, his fingers digging into the delicate flesh, his thumbs pressing into the throbbing nipples.
"Mmmmm!" Bonni gasped at the force of his passion. "Ooooo, I think you are getting just a little excited." She grasped his bulging cock which struggled against his trousers. She held him tightly as he leaned down and began kissing her tits.
"Oooooo," he murmured in delight at the sweet taste of her skin. He sucked a tit, his tongue pressing over her throbbing nipple. "Ohhhhh, God, how lovely," he mumbled as he twisted his face between her throbbing breasts.
His breath was coming in short, excited pants. Bonni unzipped his fly and drew his rigid cock out and ran her fingers adoringly along the curved shaft. She tightened her grip over the cock with one hand while she buried the other into his balls. She caressed and fondled him until she felt he was going to fall from his panting, gasping excitement.
"Mmmmm, what a promising piece of cock," she cooed as she led him toward the bed by his pulsing shaft.
She looked at him and smiled lasciviously, running her tongue across her lips, then nodded toward his trousers and shoes. Miller smiled and began undressing. He looked up to see her sitting on the bed, her dress fluttering to the floor, and slipping her hose down long, lovely legs. She waited to remove her panties until she had his lust-filled eyes watching. Then she slowly and suggestively began to slip the dainty blue nylon over her hips and down her thighs. She twisted her body as she removed them to heighten his pounding desire for her.
Her cunt hairs glowed soft and golden in the light of the single lamp beside the bed. She swung her legs onto the bed and waited for him to join her. His cock swung crazily before him as he stepped toward her, rigid and glowing in anticipation. She smiled at his cock. Poor old pecker hadn't been in young pussy for forty years. She'd have to remind it how soft and sweet a young girl's cunt felt. She leaned toward his cock as he climbed onto the bed. She caught his hard prick and held it gently as she brought her lips over its hot and sweating knob. She kissed it softly, then licked the tip lightly.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as though his prick were the most magnificent cock in the entire world. "Ohhhhh, what a long, loving cock! What a thrill I'm going to have when you drive this much meat into me!"
She took the head into her mouth and began to suck him. She fingered his balls tauntingly while she sucked with greater lust on his leaping cock. For forty years, she knew, this prick hadn't been in anything but a dowdy and dutiful wife. She'd give it a hell of a night. Damn right she'd give it a night it would never forget. The puritanical Dr. Miller would never be the same after she finished with him. She'd leave him craving to stick his cock in whatever cunt happened to walk by. She'd show him what fun it was to fuck!, "Uhhhh!" he groaned as he began to thrust his cock at her mouth. He rammed it deeper into her, the head touching her throat as if pulsed and pounded in ecstasy. She toyed and teased him as his thighs quivered in violent anticipation. Bonni had to caution herself. The old man was not used to such sensuous play. He would blow it into her mouth if she didn't watch out. She didn't want that. He needed to shoot his wad into her pussy the first time. She could suck him later, after his confidence and lusty enjoyment had been established. Now she had to get him into her cunt before he embarrassed himself.
"Fuck me!" she whispered frantically as she released his cock and stretched across the bed. "Get that beautiful cock in me and fuck me!"
He climbed over her, his throbbing cock driving at her pussy in desperation to get into her cunt before his load came spurting out. He drove it at her like a man starved for pussy. The maddened cock tore its way into her cunt. He shoved it into her roughly and began to ball her rapidly.
"Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" he panted as he fucked her violently. His cock quivered as it was ignited by the satin sweetness of her pussy. He clawed at her tits, mashing them, mangling them. He pressed her nipples brutally as he thrust his enraged cock more frantically. Miller wasted no time reaching his orgasm. He ejaculated quickly, the hot cum spurting through her pussy as he fucked violently and twisted her tits in ecstasy.
"Ooooeeee!" Bonni shouted as she pretended to have an orgasm of her own. "Mmmmmmm! Pour it in me, Richard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooooooo, that feels wonderful!"
She did not need to climax yet. She had all night to get hers from the old man. She would keep him with her all night. She would draw more fire from that old meat of his than he ever imagined possible. She pumped her ass against his roaring cock as cum filled her. She wrapped her legs about his waist, her arms about his neck. She kissed him wildly and sucked his breath as he fucked with increasing power. She held his shuddering body as he drained his cock into her. She held him as he slowed his thrusts and finally fell limply on top of her.
Between fucks she talked with him. Miller was shocked to discover that the lovely blonde who adored his cock so brazenly despised everything he stood for. He could not convince her of the validity of his arguments. She held steadfastly to the opposite of all his theories.
He became angry, but she fucked his anger away. He became hurt and she sucked the hurt out through his cock. He tried to argue with her. She screwed all argument away. She possessed him. She claimed his body, his cock, his mind.
She did not leave his room until dawn. She gave him a final fuck in the bright morning light. Then she dressed and left him, pausing at the door to blow him a soft, promising kiss. Dr. Miller lay back on the bed, exhausted from the night's activities. His cock was aching from its exertions, but he knew it would never be satisfied without a constant diet of young cunt. His mind wandered over the various students back at his university. He could hardly wait to try them all out. Still, he preferred the pussy of the luscious little blonde from Tanglewood.
A smile slowly spread across his face. That might be arranged. Bonni's constant presence around him was just barely possible. He felt his cock quiver at the thought, then he closed his eyes and slept. There was plenty of time to work out his plan.
CHAPTER NINE
Bonni sat at her table in the restaurant, watching the young couple across from her. The golden glow of the setting sun bounced off the roof of the adjoining motel and sparkled against the plate glass behind her. Her hair picked up the gold and magnified its brilliance.
Bonni's exquisite body stretched luxuriously. Her fantastic tits strained against the thin white nylon blouse. Her luscious legs stretched out into the aisle for a moment, providing a glimpse of nylon-clad loveliness before she drew them back under her table. Her skirt slipped up her thighs, showing smooth knees and the satin thighs.
The man across the way showed his approval in his face. Approval hell. He plain lusted for the beautiful young witch. Bonni pushed her shoulders forward to force additional cleavage at the low neck of her blouse. She watched the man without turning her face or eyes toward him. The car outside still showed the soap from the wedding. They had tried to rinse it off, yet the outline of the words remained.
She relished the flow of his eyes over her body. She was pleased with the bulge that slowly filled his pants. This would be fun, she told herself. This would be interesting entertainment. What greater evening could she plan than the seduction of a bridegroom. It would have been greater fun were this the first night of the honeymoon. Still, there would be tremendous satisfaction in taking him from the bed of the petite brunette sitting across from him.
The bride turned and looked at Bonni. She looked to see what might have so attracted her husband's attention. Bonni met her eyes. Slowly, surely, her eyes issued their challenge. The smaller girl turned quickly back and began to fidget with her coffee cup.
Bonni could tell that the girl was complaining about her husband's interest in the blonde. She watched his studied attempt not to look at her any more. She saw his failure to keep his eyes from' the thrust of her tits and the curves of her legs. She let her eyes meet his. He blushed at the realization that the sexy blonde was willing to screw him if he could manage to get away from his new wife.
Beyond the satisfaction of seducing a bridegroom was the greater fun of taking a man from the sort of woman the brunette seemed. Bonni had known them. She had known them in college. She had seen them all over, the kind who thought that getting inside their panties was something special. Not that they knew what to do with a cock once it got in there. Hell, they knew less than anyone. They just thought a man should become their slave simply to get his prick into their little pussies, get it in and jack off while they lay passive waiting for it all to be over.
Yes, she knew the kind. She might have been that kind, except for the blessing of one night in an old, deserted mansion. The little bitch should be taught that a pussy is to be used, not kept in some locked vault. If all she had to offer her husband was her cherry, then pity the poor sucker.
The guy knew that the blonde with the big tits was still watching him. He tried to look at his wife. His eyes rested on her undersized tits. He was already imagining how Bonni would be in bed. He had already planned getting out of the motel room that evening, getting out alone.
Bonni finished her meal just as the couple were getting up from their table. She quickly stepped ahead of them and walked to the cashier's stand. She moved almost against the young bridegroom to let him get a good whiff of her perfume. She swung her ass provocatively as she walked in front of them.
"You have a lounge around her?" she asked the cashier. "A place where I can get a few drinks and perhaps dance a little?"
"Certainly," the young girl answered her, "we have one just across the lobby. Music Thursday through Saturday nights. It's open now, but the band doesn't start until nine."
"Nice place?" Bonni asked.
"Very nice," the cashier answered. "I go there myself. Lots of men come in, but they all act like gentlemen. I've never had any problem."
"Not too much like gentlemen, I hope," Bonni responded. "I'd get awfully lonely just sitting at the bar alone."
"I don't think you would be alone very long," the little girl told her, looking at Bonni's tits with envy.
"Let's hope not," Bonni answered, "perhaps I'll see you in there."
"Perhaps so," the girl answered, her eyes sparkling at the possibility of joining up with the lovely girl for an evening.
Bonni took her change and swung through the door. She turned to give the man another final view of her tits thrust against the nylon blouse as she pushed against the door.
"Tart!" she heard the brunette bride exclaim in disgust.
* * *
The combo swung into a rock number. The fat and aging salesman who had been squeezing Bonni to him during the last slow number tried to match the lascivious movements of her body. He was not about to let this sexy woman get away from him.
Hell, he'd never even looked at anything this good, much less held it in his arms. He didn't know what the hell to do to the music that was being played now, but he'd give it a good try.
He shook and bounced along with the chesty girl, watching the way her tits almost came through the blouse. One moment they looked like they were about to split the material, the next they seemed about to bounce over the top. Whichever, he wanted to be on hand. He had the better part of a fifth back in his room. Good quality booze, too, if the luscious vision in front of him was interested. That would be later, of course. He couldn't get her away from dancing yet.
Bonni watched the little man as he worked away in front of her, puffing and gasping while his stubby body pounded and shook. She was about ready to get rid of him. The bridegroom should be showing up any time now. This little clown had been fun. He had been a nice diversion. One of the big, attractive studs would have gotten her interest up too much. Had she danced close up against a big, hungry cock, she might not have waited for the bridegroom. Yes, this little man had been useful, but he had served his purpose.
The band returned to a slow number. Bonni let him pull her tightly against his body. This time she began to slip her leg inside his as they danced. He was short enough that his cock fitted just under her cunt. She shoved her pussy down on the bulge in his pants and caught his pulsing cock through her filmy skirt, rubbing the lips of her cunt against the bulge.
She twisted her tits across his chest in slow, tantalizing motions. The man began to shake out of excitement. She pressed her lips against his neck, letting him feel her teeth lightly nibbling on him. She worked him into a state of total frustration. She felt his charge shaking the bulging cock. Deeper between his legs she stepped. She twisted her cunt on the throbbing cock and nibbled on his earlobes. When she felt his trembling reach its height, she suddenly blew in his ear. At the same time, she squeezed his cock and pressed herself even more closely to him. She felt him pulsing and knew he was losing his wad. She let him finish, let him fill his pants with cum, then nestled gently against him, her head on his shoulder.
The combo ended its number. A ten minute break was announced as the fat man led her back to the table where she had sat with the little cashier. Even in the dim lighting of the lounge, the dark spot was visibly spreading on the man's trousers. Bonni took her seat and smiled as he thanked her for the dance. She watched him go to the-rest room. She watched him come out of the rest room and head out toward his room. He would be back. She knew he'd return. She did not plan to be here, though. Later, after she finished with the bridegroom, she would return. If the little salesman was still here, then she'd make up for his embarrassment. Yes, she'd more than make it up to him.
The cashier stepped over with a big raw-boned young man she'd been dancing with. She leaned over and whispered to Bonni that she'd be gone for a while. Bonni looked at the small girl, looked at the big stud, looked at the massive bulge in his groin, and winked at her. One little pussy was about to be opened up, but good.
Another pussy was about to get its exercise as well. The dark-haired bridegroom was entering the lounge and approaching her table. Bonni guessed that he must have come up with some lie to account for his leaving his wife. Perhaps, though, all it took was his willingness to do without any pussy from her tonight. Some women are like that. Some women would be so grateful, they'd never question why. The brunette had seemed that she might be that type.
"I'd have thought you'd have every man in the place standing here in line to dance with you."
She turned to look up at him. He looked down at her, down into the tremendous cleavage so visible to one standing above Bonni. She smiled and took a deep breath, her tits heaving, exciting him.
"I'm about danced out," she answered. "Actually I was about to go back to my room and relax. Just stretch out, you know. Take my clothes off and stretch across the bed. Care to join me?" She thought he'd faint from her directness. He gulped and stared, then nodded his head.
"Best idea of the day," he responded, awkward m his reply. "Now, why didn't I think of that?"
"You trying to make me believe you never thought of it?" she teased.
"What if I said I hadn't thought of it at all?"
"I'd be terribly disappointed," she told him.
"Your offer," he countered. "Put up or shut up."
"Put up and put out," she hummed softly as she took his hand and slipped out of her chair.
She snuggled against him as they walked through the lobby and down the hall toward her room. Her legs brushed his, her tits pressed against his side, her head lay against him. He held his arm around her shoulders, only his fingers lightly touching her magnificent breasts.
They stepped inside her room and their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. She came to him with lips parted. His tongue immediately plunged into her waiting mouth. She sucked lightly on him, the tip of her tongue teasing his. Bonni felt a tingling sensation ripple through her as he reached for her voluptuous tits. His hand closed around them, caressing them through the thin nylon of her blouse and the dainty lace of her bra. He caressed them adoringly, then caught them passionately. He rubbed them about harshly while he lifted the hem of her skirt.
"God, you're a choice little morsel," he muttered as he slipped his hand along her thigh. "You had me almost jerking off back in the restaurant from just looking at you."
"Just looking?" Bonni asked as she twisted her tits in the firm grasp of his hand and slipped a thigh upward toward his cock. "You sure it wasn't from a little thinking about it?"
"How the hell could I keep from thinking about it?" he answered, reaching her crotch and stroking her cunt through the soft nylon panties. "I looked at you and all I could think of was having that blonde hair spread out beneath me, having those luscious tits in my hands, having my cock pumping away into your pussy."
He grabbed her cunt roughly. She felt him forcing her backwards until her legs touched the bed. The bridegroom pushed her down on the soft bed, then came after her. His hands roved greedily over her body. He kissed her again, this time even more lustfully.
"Mmmmmm," Bonni sighed as he felt her up thoroughly. "Ooooo, you act like you haven't fucked for a year. Take it easy, baby. Take it easy and I'll give you the fuck of your life."
He was more charged up than she had anticipated. Bonni struggled against the immediacy of his demand. The little brunette must have had him more frustrated than she imagined. If he didn't settle down, she'd never get a decent screw out of him. Hell, she might as well have fucked the quick-draw salesman.
"You talk about taking it easy," he complained. "You have the sexiest tits I ever felt and you say to take it easy. I'll take it easy. I'll take it easy until I get your little pussy screaming. Then I'll fuck the devil out of you."
'Bonni smiled. He'd never fuck the devil out of her now. She moved quickly, slipping from beneath him and sitting up. She tugged at his belt until she had it loose, then released his zipper and reached inside for his cock. She pulled his long, curving cock out and smiled her approval.
"That, I like," she told him. "Nothing can equal a well-hung piece of meat. I just hope to hell you know how to use this pecker."
She caressed his cock slowly. He reached for her tits again and caressed them sensuously. She sighed in relief as he began to stroke her more promisingly. Bonni held his prick in both hands while he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and drew it from her. She released his cock long enough for him to get the blouse from her shoulders, then unsnap her bra and draw it away. The bridegroom drooled as he saw the abundance of tit that poured from the bra.
"God!" he exclaimed. "They're better than I had dreamed."
Bonni slipped his shirt off. He let her pull his pants off, then kicked his shoes across the room. He dove at her tits and began sucking and kissing them while she slipped out of her skirt and pulled her hose down her legs. He ran his hands inside her panties and massaged her hips sensuously as he pushed them downward.
"Damn!" he muttered, looking at her naked loveliness. "I never thought a woman could be so beautiful. You're a goddess, a damn goddess!"
He began kissing her. He kissed her tits again. He kissed her tummy. He sucked at her navel. He kissed her thighs and up into her cunt. Bonni shivered at the delicious way he sucked her pussy, his hands roving along her thighs and back up to her ass. His mouth, his tongue, his hands were all over her. He worked her body into a panting, throbbing ecstasy.
"Mmmmm," she sighed in erotic contentment. "Mmmmmm, you're good. You know that? You're damn good."
"With pussy like this, I'd better be," he muttered, then resumed his kissing at her cunt. "Sweet pussy like you deserves full attention."
She lay back while he worked her thoroughly. She felt the juices stirring in her cunt. She saw his shoulders begin to shake as her beauty drove him into a frenzy of desire. He looked up at her face, then began to climb forward onto her body. He sat across her hips and leaned forward to bring his lusty cock toward her breasts.
"Gotta try this," he panted. "Gotta get my cock buried between those tits. I have to fuck those big tits a while."
He pulled her breasts upward and nestled his big prick between them. He pressed the soft flesh against the steaming rod and began to pump it between them. Bonni's tits tingled at the touch of the hard pecker. She felt the tingle in her nipples, the growing excitement running through her body. The girl looked downward and watched the massive head of his cock come ramming up between her shimmering globes.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed again. "That feels so good. Such a sweet cock! Such a wonderful hunk of meat!"
"Getting just about ready to try out that pussy you've been promising," he noted. "These tits are just too much for it. Any more fucking them and I'll blow my wad into them. I've got another place I want to leave my juice in."
He slipped down onto her and brought his cock up through her thighs. She gasped in pleasure as he prodded against her cunt. The head slipped easily through her damp cuntlips and rubbed powerfully across her clit. He drove it past the passion button and began to stretch her pussy walls with the huge ram. Bonni shivered at the delicious sensations running through her pussy. She hunched herself onto the hard shaft, wrapping her legs about the bridegroom's lithe body and drawing him deeper into her.
"Oooooo!" she groaned in ecstasy. "Ooooooo, fuck me! Ball me! Drive that cock into me! Come on! Let's have a little action!"
"Told you I'd have you begging for it!" he panted as he began to fuck in earnest. "I knew that pussy would go crazy for this cock of mine."
"Stop talking and fuck me!" she demanded. "Oooooeeee! That's the way! That's the way to fuck! Let it go! Let that cum fill me! Ooooooo! Fuck! Fuck! Eeeeee!"
She shrieked her ecstasy as he balled her more and more vigorously. The big cock shuddered inside her, sending new pulses of joy through her cunt walls. She sucked him with her pussy. She felt the rapid contractions begin as she listened to the lovely sounds of cock driving about her cunt. Her breath came in short gasps as she neared her orgasm. He drove into her in blind madness, his own climax as close as hers.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh God! Give it to me!"
His mouth came over hers, stifling her cries. His tongue plunged into her mouth as he began to explode inside her cunt. She sucked his tongue as wildly as her pussy sucked the delicious cock. She felt the shooting sparks of orgasm run through her body at the moment she was aware of the steaming warmth of his gushing cum. She shuddered in delirious rapture as they clutched each other in their climactic orgasm.
"Damn!" he muttered softly after they had passed the final shuddering explosions. "Damn, what a fuck!"
"Pretty good, if I do say so myself," she laughed. "I thought it would be the minute I saw you in the restaurant."
"Tell me," he said, "how did you do it?"
"How did I do what?" she answered. Her blue eyes watched him in amusement. He suspected that she had somehow made him want to fuck her. He just didn't know how.
"Got me so hard in there," he replied. "Hell, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I had the biggest hard you can imagine. My prick suddenly swelled up and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I sat there, all horny, and looked up. Guess who was over there watching me and giving that come on look? How'd you do it, baby?"
"Easy," Bonni answered. "I'm a witch. I just conjured up your hard."
"You know," he laughed, "I almost believe you. Hell, I almost raped you right there in the restaurant."
"In front of your wife?" Bonni asked with an amused smile.
"In front of everyone," he admitted. "In front of everyone. Your body is made for fucking. No way a man can look at you and not start thinking about fucking you immediately."
"So fuck me," Bonni suggested. "We have time for plenty of fucks tonight. I guarantee that you'll have the power for more orgasms than you ever dreamed about having."
"You really are a witch!" he exclaimed. "Damn if you aren't."
The most beautiful blonde he had ever seen leaned down and took his cock in her hands. She caressed it to a new hardness, then began to kiss it. The bridegroom shivered in delight as she took the pecker into her mouth and began to suck it while she fingered his balls. He would be more convinced that there might be such a thing as a witch before the night ended.
The bridegroom would also be in a hell of a lot of trouble with his young bride. At the moment, however, he was not even aware of the little brunette who sat impatiently in another room of the motel, certain that he was out trying to put the make on that brazen blonde who had eyed him in the restaurant.
CHAPTER TEN
The magazine laid open on the dresser where Bonni had tossed it carelessly aside. "Miller Reverses Stand", the large black print proclaimed, then went on to discuss the complete change of position just made by the leading conservative scholar. Beside the journal was a personal letter, the invitation to Bonni to join Richard Miller in the establishment of his new experimental academy.
Bonni sat naked before her mirror, brushing her hair into sparkling cascades of gold. Her tits heaved excitedly. Her ass felt a delicious tingle of anticipation. She smiled mischievously as she completed her task and stood up, checking the flow of her curves in the mirror. She had achieved her goal. She had created a new job for herself. She had known that it would be necessary to leave Tanglewood. There could be only one high priestess in a convenant. Since Debbie Zoller was part owner of this exclusive academy, it would be necessary for her to leave and form her own cluster of occult practitioners around her. She would be elevated to high priestess as the final act of this covenant before she left for her new job.
Her tingling excitement, though, was the result of another communication. George had called. George Harroway was back in town for the weekend. She was invited to have dinner with him this evening. Bonni had no doubt that the young executive would still be panting to get into her cunt. She shivered as she pictured the scene. This time old George had a surprise in store.
She would make him sweat for it, though. She would give every indication of being just as determined to protect her pussy as she had been before his transfer. She'd let him think he was seducing a frightened and inexperienced virgin. She'd let him get his first moments of satisfaction. Then, she smiled, he had a surprise in store. Bonni planned to become an insatiable sex maniac, a full-blown nympho, as a result. Poor George would be shaken by the experience of changing a shy, aloof girl into a screaming, demanding pussy.
It would be great fun! Bonnie stepped to her closet and looked through her dresses. She stopped at a soft yellow silk frock. Yes, that would do. This dress clung to her sufficiently to display every movement of her tits. The light skirt had a habit of whipping about her thighs as she walked, calling attention to her curves. It would heat his cock to a boiling point. She walked to the dresser and pulled out her laciest bra, her flimsy yellow panties. She shivered in anticipation as she dressed, double checked her appearance in the mirror, then ran lightly out to her small car.
George was waiting at the old inn just past the town. He smiled broadly at her and took her arm, leading her inside to the small dining room. He could not keep his eyes off her as they ate. Bonni was more ravishingly beautiful than he remembered. There was a deeper glow to her skin, a more flashing brilliance in her eyes. Her tits appeared even larger, her ass more dramatic, her legs more lusciously curved. He hid the bulge in his groin beneath his napkin and chatted quietly.
The candles on the table at the Boar's Head Inn gave an intimate, sensual atmosphere to the dining lounge. Harroway watched his target finish her dessert, his cock pulsing at the prospect before him. She wouldn't get away tonight until his cock had opened that sweet pussy of hers, until he had fucked her thoroughly.
Her hair reflected the golden glow of the candles. Her huge blue eyes seemed so innocent, so helpless, as she looked across the table. Her lips deserved to be crushed against his. Hell, he thought, the whole girl deserves to be fucked, to be raped. She should have that dress ripped from her. She should have that luscious body thrown onto a bed, her enticing tits sucked and bitten, the taunting hips speared with a man's prick. Then she wouldn't have such an innocent look in those eyes.
She would be a woman then, he told himself. She would know what it meant to have a man. She would have the knowledge of hot jizz spewing into her tender cunt. She would know what she was for. She would know why she had such huge tits, why she had such a provocative ass, why she had such inviting thighs. She would know then. Yes, he thought, she should be fucked. She would be fucked. She would not get out of this Inn until she had been screwed, until his cock had opened her cunt for her.
She was staring at him. Her eyes widened, innocently, as she smiled so trustingly.
"Penny for your thoughts," she offered with a wrinkle of her nose.
He blushed. He knew he blushed. He knew she saw him blush. He covered the awkward moment with a laugh, looking away from her.
"Just thinking how beautiful it is in here, how nice it is to eat in a gracious atmosphere, have excellent food, and share it with a beautiful woman."
"Thank you, sir," she smiled, forcing a slight hint of a blush into her own face.
He motioned to the waiter and whispered to him to bring them a liqueur with coffee. He had been working to relax Bonni. Two martinis before dinner, almost two bottles of wine with dinner, now a liqueur with coffee should have her softened up. He had more in his room if it was required.
They sipped the coffee and talked quietly about his new title, about his rising position with the company, about the possibilities for further promotions. He brought up his new interest in art. It wasn't really a new interest. He had bought a few books and collected a few sketches and several oils. It had been a boon, though, in helping him find girls. Not only were the museums the best place to find his types, but they were usually easy to entice to his apartment on the offer of viewing the work of a promising new artist.
His play worked again tonight. Bonni's eyes lighted at the mention of some sketches he had brought with him, sketches that illustrated new searches for line and space. George didn't know what the hell that meant, but the agent had assured him that anyone knowledgeable about art would immediately recognize it.
He watched the soft movements of her body as she walked with him to the elevator. He was only too happy to let her walk ahead. He was having enough trouble with the bulge in his groin. Let her see that and it would scare the hell out of her. She'd light out of the Inn so fast he would be left spinning.
He tried to keep her attention directed at the decorations, the furniture, the paintings along the walls of the Inn. Even in the elevator he launched into a lengthy lecture on the artistic quality of such ancient machines as this one. He felt that he had succeeded when she walked lightly down the hall to his room. He had not frightened her. One more step and she'd be at the door.
He slipped the key from his pocket and opened the door. Bonni sat innocently on the edge of the bed while he brought the sketches from the attache case. He spread them before her, then sat across from her, looking down her neckline at the wonderful display of tit before him when she leaned over the sketches.
"They're marvelous!" she told him, looking up at him and almost catching him staring down her dress. "I am so proud of you, George, so proud."
She leaned over spontaneously and squeezed his hand. Her touch excited him more than his view of her tits. He had to stop himself from leaping for her across the sketches. He checked himself with effort and sat as she closely studied each of the matted works.
She did not notice him as he slipped from the bed and walked to the sink. He poured drinks, topped his own with an additional ounce, hesitated, then did likewise on Bonni's. She looked up, smiled, and automatically took the glass when he returned to the bed. He watched her sip as she continued to be absorbed in the art. He felt sure now, certain his plan was working. She didn't even realize she had taken the drink. The girl was drinking it now with no awareness of its strength.
He waited, fighting back the temptation to take her now. He looked over her gorgeous body, anticipating its feel under his hands. He watched the play of light over her shining hair, the way her dress lay across her breasts, the way her skirt draped down her legs. His cock rose, demanding that he end the long drought, that he fuck her now.
She finished studying the sketches and gathered them together. Bonni handed them to George and rose from the bed.
"They're really very nice," she told him with a gently smile. "Quite interesting."
Her body language was telling him that she was ready to leave, that she had completed her purpose in coming to his room. He rose with her as though in agreement. As she turned he stepped behind her and encircled her with his arms. He buried his head against her neck and pulled her tightly to him. His cock glowed at the touch of her ass against it. He held her as she began to struggle against him. Her movements inflamed him even more.
"George!" she insisted. "Let's not go through all this again."
"I don't intend to," he whispered hoarsely. "I don't intend to be denied tonight."
She jerked quickly, but he held her firmly against him. He brought one hand up from her waist and grasped a tit. God! What a breast! He closed upon it, crushing it against her chest, turning her toward him.
"Go ahead," he taunted her, "scream if you like. Probably no one will hear you through these walls. If they do, even if you get help, what is the school going to say? Tangle wood wouldn't care for the publicity. Wouldn't care for the report that you were in my room. Who the hell would think that you just came up here to look at my pictures?" Bonni let him think that. It was not true. There would be no publicity. The school could control both the local press and the local law enforcement. Let him think he was right, though. Instead of screaming, she pretended to struggle fiercely, as though fighting for her life, for her virtue, for her virginity.
George enjoyed the struggle. His cock throbbed from her movements, from her nearness, from her beauty. He had her facing him now and leaned down to kiss her. She let him kiss her, let him part her lips with his tongue. He became inflamed at the sensation of exploring her mouth. His body shook with his passion, pounded with his desire. He pushed her against the bed, pushed harder, and tumbled onto her as she fell backwards onto the soft mattress.
He took her dress at the neck and ripped it down. His mouth went after her virgin tits brutally, violently. He yanked her bra loose and plunged his face into her excitedly heaving breasts. Bonni felt him catch one nipple and suck it lustily while his hands roved about her body. He stripped the rest of her dress away, then began tugging at her hose and panties. George managed to get his hand inside and grabbed at her pussy.
"Please!" Bonni asked him, playing the role of threatened virgin to the utmost. "Please don't. Oh, George, don't do it!"
"The hell I won't," he snarled, his cock stimulated to greater demand by her helpless plea.
"I'm going to do as I like with this little body of yours. I'm going to kiss it, feel all over it, suck on it. When I'm ready I'm going to stick my cock up that pussy and give you the fuck of your life." Bonni went limp in his arms as he groped her pussy. He slipped a finger in and pressed her clit. God, that feels good, Bonni thought. In appearance, though, she still seemed to be the terrified virgin, struggling to preserve her chastity.
"Oh, no!" she shrieked, pretending to be helpless against the stimulation of her clit. She squeezed tears from her eyes and let her shoulders shake in soft sobbing.
"Enough of that!" the man hissed. "You like a finger on your clit. You know you do. Look how you're trembling from it. Relax, doll! Relax and enjoy your fuck. You've waited long enough. Afterwards you'll thank me for popping that cherry. I promise you that you'll be grateful."
He rolled her hose and panties the rest of the way down her legs, then stuck his finger back into her pussy. Damn, but she felt good in there, so soft and silken and moist! He kissed her tits more passionately and worked her breasts over with his free hand. The luscious body lay passive under his play. She lay submissive and yielding to his caresses.
"Gotta get my cock out for all this sweet pussy," he mumbled as he began loosening his belt. "Can't let my hands have all the fun. Get this pecker into the act, then we'll be ready for the night!"
His cock came out, hard and erect. Bonni watched its head pulse. She fought back her smile. Why make such a production of no more cock than that? No wonder George panted so hard after virgin pussy. He didn't want to be compared with past fucks. A tight, young cunt would feel better around that pee-wee than an overstretched and experienced pussy. Stilk George thought his cock was a frightening instrument to her. She'd play along with him. She shuddered as she looked at the throbbing prick. Her eyes stretched wide in anxiety.
"No." she begged. "Don't George! Please don't. You'll hurt me with it. Oh, please!"
He brandished his cock over her, his face glowing with anticipation. His cock was pumped for her to watch, then lowered into her thighs as he climbed on top of her. He brought the knob against her pussy and nudged it between her cuntlips.
"I wouldn't think of hurting you," he assured her. "I'm not going to tear you with it. I'll slip it in gently. Shit! I'll have it inside before you realize it. Then I'll show you what a cock is for. Soon as you get used to it, I'll fuck the daylights out of that soft little cunt."
He pressed against her firmly and felt the hardened rod force its way into her. Bonni pretended to shudder in sudden pain as he thrust inside her. She gasped loudly and clutched at his shoulders.
"Ooooo!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, George, that hurt! You did hurt me!"
"Just for a moment," he chuckled. "It's over now. Old pecker is already inside. You're opened up, sweetheart. You're no longer a virgin. Now we have to celebrate!"
George twisted over her as he began to pump the cock about her pussy. She likes it, he told himself. She likes having a man inside her. Hell, with a body like that, she ought to like being fucked. He just couldn't understand how she had escaped for so long. Part of it was, perhaps, his own fault. He should have raped her three years ago, when he first got a hard-on for her. No matter, though. He was fucking her. He was finally fucking Bonni Blake! After all the time he had spent, his cock was actually balling away in her luscious pussy!
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly beneath him. "Mmmmmmmm! You were right, George. It isn't so bad. It isn't so bad as I thought it would be. I even think I'm beginning to enjoy it."
"Uhhhhh!" he panted, her words encouraging him to more frantic plunging of his cock. Sure, she was enjoying it. That smile on her lips showed that. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue stretching into her mouth to lap at her delicious saliva. He grabbed her tits and balled her frantically, twisting her body wildly to maintain friction between prick and cunt.
"Ahhhh!" the girl sighed in appreciation of his skill. His cock might be small, but he sure as hell knew what to do with it. Bonni began looking forward to the evening for more reason than just to play her joke on the young executive. She'd get herself well fucked in the meantime. Damn right!
"Oooooo!" she cried out in ecstasy. "I do like it! I do, George! I like being fucked. Fuck me harder! Wear my pussy out with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He balled fiercely. He hunched his ass with new ferocity. He crushed her tits beneath his hands. He tore at her lustfully.
Bonni rolled beneath him sensuously. She wrapped her thighs around his torso, her saucy ass hurling her pussy along his steaming shaft. Bonni twisted her tits in his hands and sucked erotically on his lips. She felt him shudder as his charge rose inside him. Her puss contracted around his cock, her cunt muscles massaging his prick into a fiery lust. He gasped for breath as his cock trembled on the edge of orgasm. The blonde broke her mouth away from his kiss and shouted her encouragement.
"Give it to me!" she urged. "Shoot it off in there! I want to feel it! I want to feel your cum!"
"You have it, damn you!" he panted as his cock responded to her demand. "Ahhhhh! Feel it, then! Feel it gushing through you! Ooooooo!"
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed as she forced herself into climax. She took his warm jizz into herself as she oozed her own love cream about the ecstatic cock.
"Eeeeee," she squealed with her final shuddering spasms. "Oh, that was so good. That was so much more than I had ever dreamed. Thank you, George. Thank you for teaching me."
He looked down at the shimmering hair, the golden body. He met the soft invitation in the blue eyes. She had felt it. She had come with him. He kissed her tit softly and caressed it. He felt her hand come down his body and search for his spent cock. She fingered it lovingly, then toyed with its shaft. Her eyes glowed as she looked at him and shuddered sensuously.
"Come on," she told him, "let's go again. Come on, George, I want you to fuck me again."
He was about to explain to her that a man could not have orgasms so close together. He wanted her to understand that he would have to recharge his cock. Hell, he wouldn't even be able to get a hard-on for maybe fifteen minutes. He looked down and gasped at his error. His cock stood out from his body, hard and glowing, as the girl slowly ran her fingers along the shaft. He looked back at Bonni, almost blurting out his amazement. Her eyes sparkled over at him. Her moistened lips parted. She thrust her tits out for his hands to caress more strenuously. He couldn't understand his cock being ready for another fuck so soon, but since it was, he was not about to refuse.
By Sunday evening, he was still trying to comprehend his cock's new powers. George Harroway lay physically and emotionally drained as Bonni continued working his cock into erection. He watched the glow on her face as she caressed the rigid prick. He felt the lust swelling again inside him. He was too tired for another fuck. He had been too tired to fuck for the past twenty-three hours. Nevertheless he knew he would screw her again. She seemed more in control of his cock than he was. She seemed to be able to merely touch his pecker and produce a throbbing hard.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned as he climbed over her and drove his cock once more into her lusty pussy. He would be sore for weeks. Sore, hell! He would have to take this week off to recover from the constant fucking of the weekend.
"Come on, George!" Bonni urged. She rolled and twisted beneath him as though this were the first screw of the night. "Fuck me, George! Fuck me harder this time! Make me feel it! Come on! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The light of the candles flickered through the underground chamber, illuminating the golden body of the beautiful young blonde woman who was undergoing the ceremony elevating her to high priestess. The members of the Tanglewood faculty smiled their approval as they watched the wizard lead her through the rites. Those few who had been selected for the core of her faculty in Wisconsin felt a special significance in the ritual. She would be theirs. Bonni would rule them as high priestess and headmistress, just as Debbie Zoller did at Tanglewood.
They watched the luscious girl follow the aged wizard about the sacred circle. Her golden skin still glowed red from the marks of the lash. She stood, naked and beautiful, to hear the new name selected for her.
"I now give you a new name," the wizard proclaimed, "Elysia, Paradise!" The coven shuffled its feet in approval, then stood quietly to hear the girl repeat her vows. She stood radiantly before them as he consecrated her body. Three times, with oil, with wine, and with his lips, he marked the inverted pentagram across her body. His fingers and lips touched her at her cunt, at her right tit, at her left hip, then right hip, to her left tit, and again to her pussy.
Elysia reached forward and took the symbolic tools of her new position in the black craft. She waited patiently for his next instruction. Her tits heaved in anticipation. Her thighs trembled anxiously as she waited. She felt the Power surging through her body, stronger than ever. She clutched her whip confidently and waited.
"Learn in the black craft," she was told, "that you always return triple. Since I scourged you, you must now scourge me, except triple...."
She raised her whip as he knelt before her. Her arm came back and descended. The wizard jumped from the unexpected force of the blow. She raised her arm and struck again. Blood was drawn. Blood flowed across his buttocks. Blood dripped from his body to the stones of the floor.
The covenant watched, shocked by the sudden violence which had erupted before them. They gasped at the flow of blood. They winced as another blow from the lash opened deeper cuts in the skin. This was not mere ceremony. Bonni was intentionally drawing blood. Her eyes glistened as she looked down at the deep red flow'. Her body shook with sexual stimulation over the sight before her. The wizard shuddered from the pain as yet another set of slashing wounds gushed their brilliant discharge of blood.
Elysia's body was trembling in excitement. Her nostrils flared in sensual pleasure as she raised her arm again. Her tits tingled with erotic delight. Her cunt glowed from the stimulation. Passion and lust shimmered over her body. She panted from the sudden flooding surge of power within her.
Through the haze of excitement she realized why there must be this shedding of blood. The law required it. Blood that had been drawn months before must now be avenged threefold. Her breath hissed from her as fury mounted higher. The virgin had risen from the altar. The sacrificial victim had risen from her own blood and was now drinking of her revenge. The old wizard had drawn her blood the night he took her sacrifice. She had now been handed the lash and ordered to draw threefold.
Through the room the realization began to rustle among the shocked and fascinated spectators. They remembered the flow of blood from her pussy. They watched the steady flow of red along the wizard's body, waiting for the sufficient amount to be drawn. They shuffled their feet in celebration and raised their arms in silent approval. This was the will of Satan! The girl was not in control of her own actions. The Power had intervened. She was under the possession of the Power!
They thrilled with each falling blow. Cocks began to rise, trembling in demand, stimulated by the sight of the force inside her beautiful, golden body. Cunts seeped their liquids in the ecstasy of the moment. Everybody panted and gasped together, thrilled and refreshed by the sight before them.
Bonni had planned no such reprisal. She had taken the lash with the intent of delivering the soft, ceremonial blows. Something deeper was happening to her. Some force from beyond had taken over. The Power was pulsing through her. The Power was dropping the lash with such vicious force across the naked back of the waiting figure. She looked down at the cut and mangled skin. The razor blows were slashing it into brilliant crimson ribbons. She heard the erotic gasps of the coven at each new blow, each new gash. She felt the powerful sense of sexual excitement which flooded the chamber, the panting, gasping demand and lust wliich filled the air.
The blonde stood before them as she finished exacting her exact vengeance. She threw her huge, throbbing tits out before them. She spread her legs, feeling the panting lust of their breathing sweep over her exposed pussy. She smiled lasciviously at the scene of rigid, pulsing cocks and heaving tits. She shook her tits before them as she inhaled deeply and sensuously of their corporate passion.
The wizard rose slowly, painfully, to his feet. He fell back to the floor, then struggled to his feet once more. He leaned against the altar for support as he fought to continue through the rite. He, too, felt the terrible presence of the Power before him. He recognized the face of Satan in the lovely young body before him. He looked at her glowing tits and ass, her shimmering thighs and legs. He smelled the erotic stimulation which shuddered through her cunt. He paused and reveled in the presence before him. He smiled contentedly at the luscious creature who still held the whip in her hands.
"You have obeyed the law," he told her, "but take care. When good is done you, you must also return triple. Good, too, must be returned threefold."
He gathered his remaining strength. He took the beautiful woman by the arm and led her about the circle. Before each of the great censers he stopped and proclaimed her. He shouted to all forces and powers. He shouted to the entirety of creation. He shouted his proclamation defiantly, triumphantly. She was now Elysia. She was heaven! She was Elysia, high priestess of Satan!
The coven shuffled. They stomped about in the delirious celebration of a new high priestess. They stood, panting, as they awaited their new high priestess to celebrate her elevation in a ceremonial fuck. They watched the soft, loving expression which covered her face. They smiled as she gave her shoulder to the old man for support and led him toward the ceremonial couch.
The young blonde held the older man gently. She would now restore him. The blood he had drawn from her had been no loss to her. The hymen he broke had led her into unknown experiences of delight. She must return him triple for the sexual joy he had made possible to her. She eased him down onto the satin cushions and slipped beside him. Her lips brushed over his gaping wounds. She knew she could heal them. The girl had no doubt that her touch, her kiss, her pussy could relieve all pain and close all wounds. She was paradise! The Power flowed through her.
She softly kissed and sucked the gaping wounds, her lips closing the opened skin. She began caressing the wizard across his breast, teasing his male tits, until she saw his breath become a panting demand. She kissed his tits, tonguing his nipples sensuously while her hands roved ecstatically over his body. She caught his cock and drew it into a shimmering erection. She rolled the skin backwards along the shaft, then fingered his balls.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed to him as she felt the fire begin to mount within him. "Mmmmmm, I'm looking forward to this. I must give you a hell of a fuck, right? It has to be three times as good as anything I have ever gotten. That's the law. I hope Satan gives me the strength to let you have three times the pleasure you have brought me by popping an unusable cherry."
The wizard smiled up into her blue eyes. He parted his lips to receive her kiss. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on the sweet and powerful breath of Satan which flowed through her.
The coven stood about them. The rule of silence was lifted. They could not fuck yet, not until the ceremonial screw was complete. They could speak, though. They could shout their encouragement. Their voices rose in lewd and obscene comments as they stood about the couple who caressed and petted on the satin couch.
"Look," one of the witches shrieked, "at what she's done to his cock. The old man never had a hard like that. He never stuck that much pecker in my cunt!"
"My cock would be just as swollen," Ron Walters laughed, "if I'd have that much pussy bending over me."
"Get her tits, old man!" Debbie Zoller cried out, her fingers pressing into her own breasts in illustration. "Pull on those tits until they ache. Suck them till Satan's milk comes out them."
"Fuck her!" a voice called from the back of the room. "Fuck her!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the coven took up the shout. "Fuck her ass! Fuck her tits! Fuck her pussy! Fuck her! Fuck her in the mouth! Fuck! Fuck!"
Bonni felt the force of their combined lust sweep over her. She felt the powerful surging lust which they excited in the man beneath her. She plunged the skin back on the shaft of his cock roughly, greedily eyeing the brilliant red of his bared cock.
"I want to eat that pecker," she told him before plunging her mouth over him. She sucked viciously at his trembling prick. She sucked and fingered his balls until she had him writhing beneath her as though he were unable to contain his charge. She sucked harder and fingered more tauntingly.
"Uhhhh!" he panted and gasped. "Uhhhhh! Want to fuck! Want to fuck you!"
"You'll get your fuck," she promised. "You'll get your fuck as soon as I have you so maddened you could fuck a keyhole."
She slid her legs about his. She rubbed her thighs inside his. She came up off his cock and let her lips rove across his chest while she placed her pussy just at the tip of his roaring cock. She taunted him, letting her soft cunt hairs tease the head of his cock. She twisted her body, taunting his cock and let her nipples gently tease his chest.
"Feel it all," she told him. "You will take it all when you are ready. My tits, my pussy, my ass, whatever you want, it is for you."
Her tits tingled as he pressed into them, then fell back onto the couch. His hands circled her and pulled her against him tightly. He grabbed her ass and held it while he slammed his cock upward and buried it into her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped in relief. "Had to get in that pussy! Had to start fucking you!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed at him. "Fuck me as you never screwed a pussy before!"
Her body was thrust upward as he hunched his ass quickly and thrust cock and cunt upward. He kept a firm grip on her ass. She shuddered in delightful expectation at the finger which reached into her crack and rubbed at the opening of her ass. He parted the bum and drove a finger inside her.
"Ooooooeeee!" Bonni shrieked as she felt the pumping of his finger matching the thrusts of his enraged cock. "Damn! That feels wild! That's fantastic! Ooooeeee! Fuck me both ways! Fuck me every way!"
She rubbed her tits against his chest frantically, then began kissing his pulsing body. She could hear the lusting gasps from the coven around them. She could hear the force with which the men were beating their meat in shared ecstasy. She could hear the soft sounds of Fingers ramming through cunts as the women joined the orgy.
"He has her!" Walter Hoemer's voice screamed above her. "He's got her, cunt and ass. He's fucking the hell out of them both. Fuck her, man! Fuck her until she faints!"
Bonni was not about to faint, not with so much pleasure rippling through her body. She shook in wild, frenzied rapture as her cunt and ass glowed from his power. She opened her mouth and closed her lips over his. She wanted his tongue to enter her and fuck her mouth with the same lusty power.
"Mmmmm," the old man moaned as he twisted in erotic agony. His tongue darted into her mouth and pressed against her own. He filled her mouth as fully as his cock was filling her pussy. He moved his tongue with the same erotic magic as his finger was pulsing in her asshole.
"Ooooooo!" she shuddered as he turned her beneath him. She drove him into a deeper frenzy of demand for her. Bonni shook and throbbed as he fucked her wildly, roughly, thoroughly.
"That's a fuck!" Nora Mattison squealed beside them. "He's got her now! His cock is tearing her pussy to pieces! Look at the way she's panting and gasping. He's got her! He's giving her the fuck of her life!"
The voices, the room, the glowing candles all seemed to whirl about her as Bonni felt her climax growing. She could see only the dazzling lights of her own rising passion. She could hear only the screaming demands of her own body. She sucked him with the totality of her being. She sucked with pussy and ass, with mouth and tit! She felt the surge of the Power within them. The Power was there! They shuddered beneath its force. They trembled within its magnificence. They rode the wild surges which roamed their bodies. They fucked and soared. They screwed and whirled.
"Mmmmmm!" she grunted as she felt his jizz spewing into her. "Uuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Her pussy matched his fervor. Her passion cream gushed around his driving cock. She sucked his tongue until she thought she could feel it in her throat. She twisted her ass about the maddened finger, flexing her ass over the delicious intruder.
"Ahhhhh!" a voice shrieked above them, "Aaaaiiiiii! They are there! He's filling her! He's fucked her!"
"We all fuck!" another voice shouted. "I want a pussy! I want my pussy!"
Music suddenly began to play a mad, whirling song as the wizard emptied his cock into Bonni's prolonged and passionate orgasm. Bonni shrieked her delight. The lovely blonde gasped and panted at the experience. She had felt more than a fuck. She had brought down the Power. The Power was in her! She had become the Power!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The new high priestess lay back on the satin couch as the coven danced sensuously around her. Bonni breathed deeply as she watched the erotic display of cock, tit, ass, thigh whirling around her. She could feel their combined passions. Her body tingled with each pulse of lust in each of the dancing, twisting bodies.
Mara Prentiss swayed sensuously before the eyes of Ron Walters, provoking shuddering desire in his cock. The gym instructor watched the girl as she rolled her lovely ass just beyond the touch of his aching prick. The dancer felt his presence, sensed his lusting desire for her. She turned her back and swung her ass yet more enticingly for him. She danced as though to Ishtar, the ancient goddess of fertility. She danced to arouse the spirits of fertility. She danced with the clear desire to arouse those timeless forces of life which flow within every man. She swirled her round buttocks to arouse the flow of cum in the cock which shuddered lustfully behind her.
She knew Ron Walters stood watching. She heard his gasping, panting desire for her. Mara was aware of his lust for her ass. She had watched him eye her in the halls of Tanglewood. She had experienced several frantic fucks at meetings of the coven. Tonight, however, she wanted to make their fuck something special. She wanted to offer a special screw in honor of the new high priestess. She would spin before him until he was insane with pounding demand. She would taunt him with her ass until he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the cushions. She would still shake her ass deliriously while he poured his juice into her as they fucked.
Her nipples tightened at the intensity of her anticipation. Her pussy throbbed and began seeping its lubrication. Her breath matched Ron's panting gasps as he stepped closer to her. She shivered at his first touch, as the heat from his aching cock ran over her shuddering ass.
Ron stepped against her. His eyes were raging with his mounting lust. He was inflamed by the constant movements of Mara's ass. The brunette dancer had by far the most exciting ass he'd ever seen. Tonight he had a special need for that delicious ass. He had been tempted before. Tonight, as tribute to Elysia, he would take that ass as it should be taken.
His arms circled her, his hands clutched her tits. He danced against her, his cock slipping beneath her ass and rubbing between her thighs. He lifted her into the air, her crotch held off the ground by the rigidity of his cock. He caressed her tits as she still waved her ass in such maddening fashion. He pulled her back and forth along his cock, letting her clit begin to glow from the firm contact.
"Oooooo," she sighed. "Mmmmmm, your cock feels so warm and ready. I tried to tempt it. I thought my ass might get it excited."
"Excited is only part of it," he laughed huskily. "This pecker is hungry to try out that sweet meat you've been waving in front of it. I'm already shaking at the thought of driving it into that tight hole and filling you with all my juice."
"Yes," she answered, twisting so she could turn her face and meet his sensuous lips. They kissed deeply and passionately as he held her by cunt and tit, his hot cock shaking wildly.
"Yes!" she repeated. "Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me for Elysia. Let's offer Bonni a very special fuck." Ron brought his hand down to her pussy. He felt her cuntlips, then slipped a finger inside to stretch the opening and play erotically with her clit. His cock jerked beneath her in sensuous spasms as her ass rubbed over his body. He could feel the satin sweetness of her thighs against him, the sweet swell of her tits, the soft moist flow of her pussy on his finger.
"I want to fuck you!" he gasped. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to accept the offer your little ass has been making to me."
"Oooooo, yes!" she squealed as she felt herself being carried out of the circle of dancers and toward the waiting cushions. "Oooooo, I want it! I want that cock! I want to feel it inside!"
The gym instructor stood over the cushions, holding the shuddering dancer in his arms. Her nipples were hard beneath his finger. Her tits swelled outward and rolled lushly over his hand. He moved his hand from her pussy and caressed her ass, spreading the cleavage of her buttocks and fingering her soft asshole. Ron slipped a finger gently into the bum, letting her become accustomed to it before pumping deeper. He dropped his other hand from her tits and fingered her cunt.
"Ooooooeeeee!" Mara shrieked as pussy and asshole tingled together. "Mmmmmm, you never did anything like this before. I like it! Damn, but I like it!"
Ron strummed her into liquid passion. He felt the gasps of her breath as she demanded to be fucked. Her ass and her pussy shook with growing frustration. She wanted more than fingers in her. She wanted a cock driving inside her. She wanted her pussy wrapped around Ron's big, warm prick.
"Now!" she hissed to him. "Get that cock inside me now! Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me!"
He released her a moment and let her drop to the cushions. The gym instructor dropped with her, lifting her ass as he brought his knees between her thighs. He shoved his cock toward her cunt, then pulled her ass forward so that her pussy slipped past his cock. His throbbing prick pressed into the crease of her ass. Ron held her ass and hunched himself against the bum. Mara tensed at the realization of where he intended to insert his oversized cock. Her ass tightened in resistance to the prickhead as it pressed against her tender bum.
"No!" she gasped. "No! No! Not there! It won't go in there! You're too big to fit it in there!"
"Relax!" he ordered. "I know what I'm doing. You relax and I promise you a beautiful, wonderful, new sensation!"
"Please," she asked him, "please fuck me the regular way. You'll hurt me. You'll tear me apart!"
"I promised you a good fuck for Bonni," he laughed, his voice tinged with lust. "I'm going to give it to you whether you like it or not. You can relax and enjoy it or you can fight me and let it hurt you. It's up to you."
"Gently," she said, "do it gently."
Ron had little choice. She was so tight he had to be gentle. He felt intense pressure around his cock as he forced it into her asshole. She resisted, then sank into yielding submission as her flesh stretched before the powerful demand of his cock. He shoved his big cock into her and waited a moment until she adjusted to it.
"That's all right," she assured him. "You were right. I like it. It feels good. It feels so tight in there. I feel like I have you caught in my asshole. I have you caught and I won't let you go until you fuck me!"
She began to swing her ass slowly about, holding his cock between her glistening buttocks. Mara adjusted to the tension more rapidly than Ron. The man was still fighting the first unpleasantness of the tight pressure on his cock, yet Mara was already taunting and teasing, struggling to produce an orgasm.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as she writhed under him. "Mmmmm, fuck me, Ron! Don't wait all night. I've got a hell of a lot more fucks to get in. Fuck me! Fuck me, damn it!"
He clenched his teeth and began to pump her roughly. His prick became slightly numbed from the tight flesh around it, but he continued to drive into her, his hands grasping her tits and cunt as he fucked her delicious ass.
"Aaaaaiiii!" he cried as his passion began to return, his climax beginning to build. "Ahhhh!"
He balled her roughly. They rolled on the cushions as the fucked. Her cunt poured its juice all over his fingers as the cum built to the point of explosion in his prick.
"Let me feel it!" Mara groaned. "Ooooooo I'm ready to come. I want to feel your hot cum in my ass! Fuck me! Hurry!"
She was already shivering and throbbing in her orgasm when Ron lost control of his careful fuck. His raging prick lunged insanely through her ass, then spurted its cum into her with frenzied eruptions.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as he unloaded. "Uhhhhh! There it is, baby! There's your assful of cum!
Ohhhhhhh!"
Bonni smiled as she watched them shudder in their intense climax. Her own pussy was glowing and pulsing in sympathy with them. She shared every rippling spasm, every shimmering contraction as they enjoyed their fuck. The high priestess looked about the room, watching the various hicks which surrounded her. She could be a part of any of them. She was a part of all of them. Her pussy pulsed with the need to continue her own erotic play. She looked at the wizard beneath her and drew his cock to a new readiness.
"Get ready, old man," she whispered. "We have another fuck coming. I need you horny, not half-asleep on me."
He smiled up at the lovely face. Bonni kissed him, then led him from their ceremonial couch over to the cushions along the wall. She found a place for them between two couples who were just completing their fucks. He lay down on his back, then watched her ease her cunt down onto this rigid cock.
"Triple," she repeated aloud. "I must do all things triple. If one fuck is great, then three must be greater. Three fucks at the same time might be absolutely fabulous."
Bonni reached over to the man to her right where he lay fondling the tits of the woman he had just fucked. Bonni let him continue to fondle and suck the woman's tits, but pulled his legs to her head until his cock was at her mouth.
"I just fucked," he apologized. "You'll have to give me a few minutes."
"Whenever you feel it," the beautiful witch answered. Let him think he got his next hard on his own. Bonni would have his cock rearing to plunge into her mouth when the time came. She then motioned to the waiting man on her left. He nodded lewdly and brandished his cock for her. She nestled her pussy deeper over the cock beneath her and felt hands begin to play over her tits and nipples. She impaled herself on the juicy pecker, still shining with the juice of their last fuck. She felt the prick which now began to slide along the crack of her ass. She felt his hands as he caressed her ass and tried to pull her against his pecker. Bonni refused, remaining on the now lunging cock which roamed her pussy. The man at her rear stepped closer, wriggling among the four legs beneath him.
"There!" Bonni sighed. "There it is! There's my bum! Now, get it in me. Run it into my ass and fuck me! Fuck me like you never fucked any woman before!"
"Ahhhhh!" she heard his breath gasp as he pressed against her asshole. His hands cuddled her ass more frantically as he spread her buttocks and shoved his warm cockhead against her small opening. The girl gritted her teeth against the agony of his cock forcing its way past her tender bum. She shook off the pain and began to feel the growing pleasure as the long shaft glided deeply into her.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as his hands circled her and joined the hands already driving her tits into such a frenzy. She threw her head back and shook her glowing hair deliriously. The four hands had her tits throbbing with deep, erotic fire. She shook all over in the new height of ecstasy. Her body writhed and twisted and pulsed with increasing passion. The pricks continually thrust into her. Both her openings quivered in the delightful treatment, her breath growing shorter as the excitement rose maddeningly.
"Ahhhhh!" the man to her right sighed as she took his now raging cock into her mouth. "I'll fuck the hell out of that gorgeous mouth of yours," he assured her. "I'll fill that sweet mouth with cum. I'll choke you on cock!"
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred as she sucked on the lunging prick. She felt him jam it into her throat in his ecstatic intensity. She felt it shudder inside her as her tongue taunted it, as tier suction inflamed it.
Three asses hunched deliriously. Three cocks plunged into her. Six hands clawed over her luscious tits. Bonni reached out and tried to caress all three at once in her wild happiness. Her body shook from the triple fuck. Her cunt pounded as it caressed the lunging prick inside. Her ass trembled, contracting in frantic zeal over the cock which was rapidly plunging into it. Her throat kept catching the knob on the cock which was wildly thrusting through her mouth. She rolled in the midst of the gasping, panting men. She shuddered under their combined assault. She pulsed in the insane thrill of having her three-fold fuck. This was as commanded in the law. She was returning three-fold. She was celebrating three-fold.
Bonni became a constant explosion of desire as she felt the Power flowing through her. She was filled with the Power, with the presence of Power beyond her hopes. Her body was ready to explode from the passion they were driving into her. She was ready to erupt from her own passion as it built to a fever pitch inside her.
"Uggggg!" she gurgled against the plunging cock in her mouth. Bonni sucked him fiercely, feeling them all begin to shake with approaching climax. They throbbed and trembled together. They shared a single pulsing, exploding existence. They all erupted together.
"Aaaaiiiii!" the men gasped as they unloaded into her luscious body. "Ooooooohhhhh! Fuck her! Let's fuck her! Let's all fuck her! Let's give her all the world's cum!"
Three cocks poured out their sacred fluid. The beautiful high priestess received their triple offering. Her three doors shuddered in the delicious agony of the sacrificial rite, the complete fuck. With the cum she felt the Power fill her more completely. The Power possessed her! She was the Power! She was the sacred presence itself!
She was Elysia! The knowledge ran through her body. She was bliss! She was heaven! She shuddered with the force of the knowledge. She was Elysia, high priestess of Satan! She was Elysia, wizard of the black arts!
She screamed her proclamation. She shouted her defiance. She shuddered and exploded with her identity.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The beautiful, young redhead poured a cup of coffee. Her luscious little body still shivered at the looks she had gotten coming down the hall from her classes. She walked through the faculty lounge and found a table by a window overlooking the grounds. She sat down, her deep breath thrusting her delicious tits against her sweater, and looked out at the softly blowing snow. The skirt of soft woolen plaid slipped upward and allowed a glimpse of her beautiful legs.
The young woman twisted her tantalizing body in frustration. Her saucy tits shoved more angrily into the nap of the sweater, threatening to burst through the wool. The girl shook her head, displaying the fire in her hair as it caught and reflected the sunlight coming in the window. She sighed heavily and picked up her cup. She must concentrate on her teaching. She could not let herself be caught up in such a stupid anger. She had to put the conversation out of her mind. It was enough that they argued every night. To spend the day in conflict as well was more than the red-haired girl wanted.
She looked up as the headmistress came into the lounge. Bonni's blue eyes flashed as they caught sight of the lovely redhead. She watched the young woman a moment, then poured her coffee and walked over to join the young beauty.
"Something seems to be disturbing you," the school's administrator suggested.
"Oh, no," the girl protested. "Really!"
She looked up into the piercing blue eyes and realized that her superior was convinced that she was troubled. The girl smiled wanly and tried to shake the questions off.
"Well, yes," she admitted, "but it has nothing to do with the school. I assure you of that. It is strictly a personal matter."
"Everything here concerns the school. We allow complete freedom to our faculty, and almost complete freedom to our students. Still, any problem that prevents you working up to your best ability is of concern to the school."
"I'm sorry," the younger woman answered. "You're right. I didn't stop to think. Of course it concerns the school. I just don't see how you can do anything about it, not anything at all."
"Try us," the luscious blonde suggested. Her blue eyes studied the beautiful girl deeply.
The redhead twisted uncomfortably. Her gorgeous legs glowed as the light came in the window and bounced off the shimmering nylon. Her thighs strained against her skirt. Her firm, young tits pressed against the sweater.
"Suppose you tell me about it," the headmistress repeated. "Let me be the judge of whether it is of any consequence or whether there is anything we can do to help."
The young woman hesitated, then sighed and began her story. She was caught up and imprisoned by her mother's possessiveness. Since high school days, her mother had never allowed her any measure of freedom. Her mother had been a constant companion, a constant chum, a constant protector. Now her mother had moved to Wisconsin and taken a cottage just beyond the campus.
"Can you imagine what that will mean?" the girl asked. "It will be the same thing all over again. I'll be expected to eat with her in the evenings. I'll be expected to be over there whenever I'm not busy at the school. She'll always want me on weekends. If I try to have a social life, if I date at all, she'll arrange some way to make me feel guilty about leaving her alone. I have to drop everything for her or she keeps at me until somehow she actually makes me take the blame for everything."
Bonni sat quietly. Let the girl talk it out. Let this girl with such fabulous legs and such a delicious and provocative body talk it all out. The headmistress listened sympathetically as the beautiful girl elaborated and documented her commentary.
"I can't get rid of her!" the girl finally concluded with a helpless wave of her hands. Her soft eyes were pleading as she looked up from beneath her luscious red hair. "I just wish she'd find some man. I wish she'd marry again, or go off and shack up somewhere. Anything. I just want her out of my hair. I'd give anything if she'd just find herself a man and get the hell away from me so I could live my own life for the first time!"
"You'd give anything," the headmistress repeated softly. She laughed, then looked up, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "Anything is a pretty broad offer."
She looked at the girl, then laughed again in an off-hand way. "Especially from a girl who is still paying off her education and trying to support her problem mother."
"I don't really have very much, do I?" the girl agreed. "I suppose I can't really offer much of anything, except maybe my virginity. I doubt that there's much of a market for that."
Bonni's eyes flickered. She fastened them sharply on the girl, then rose from the table. Her inverted Pentagram swung out from around her neck as she glanced back down.
"That should suffice," Bonni answered softly as she walked from the room. That should suffice quite well.
