Life in prison is pretty rough, especially for those people who have always led peaceful law-abiding lives.
But sometimes it is necessary to stand up for what is right, even if the risk of disobeying the law is great.
Connie Taylor discovered that she had been discriminated against because she was a woman. She joined a group of other women who felt the same way, and together they formed a protest march in front of the Pineville Town Hall.
The police in Pineville were not noted for their civility, and they grabbed Connie and threw her in jail.
It was in jail that Connie saw some of the uglier elements of the society. She was placed in a cell with several other women, none of whom had been with a man in ages.
She thought they were looking at her funny, and when they started to approach her, she knew that there were things happening in the jails that she never even had heard of.
"A new face," said one of the old-timers in the jail.
"Yes," agreed another. "And if it's a new face, it's also a new cunt. And I haven't had any pussy in the longest time."
Connie suddenly realized with horror that they were talking about her, and they were going to commit unspeakable acts against her.
Before she knew what was happening, she felt a hand grabbing her tits. "She's soft and ripe!" cried another woman.
Connie tried to resist. "She's young and tender!" screamed one.
Connie felt a hand between her legs. Try as she might, she couldn't push the women away. "Help! Help!" she cried.
But even though she cried for help, the women began to grab at her. She felt a hand creeping into her pussy. She screamed again. Another hand began to grab her tits.
And then, when she looked up, she saw a female prison guard. She felt relief but then, to her horror, the guard was entering the cell, rubbing her crotch. And Connie saw the club in the guard's hand. It was the club that the guard used to fuck all of the new prisoners!
CHAPTER ONE
Pineville High School was about to graduate its thirty-fifth graduating class of seniors. The class was small, only about fifty or so young men and women, and it was the first class that the girls outnumbered the boys.
In fact, there were so many more women than men, that girls who would otherwise never have any problems getting dates, were sometimes spending Saturday nights alone.
There were three girls in this class of seniors who were very good and close friends.
Connie Taylor, Roberta Haynes, and Susan Edwards were always together and everyone knew that the three of them would probably be spending much of the rest of their lives together.
They did have somewhat different outlooks on life. Susan was somewhat strait-laced. Though she had dated some of the boys in the area, she wouldn't ever let any of them kiss her on the first date, and then, when a boy asked her out again, that was all he was ever able to do.
"It's wrong for a girl to do anything more," she would say.
It was a very rare guy that asked her out more than two or three times. She didn't even want to neck, and when a boy kissed her too deeply on the mouth, she made sure that her displeasure was known to him.
Roberta, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She would put out for just about anyone she fancied. Her pussy was one of the most used cunts in the entire town of Pineville.
Connie was somewhere in the middle. She had a few boy friends, and she slept with one or two of them, but not with the others. "I have to like them," she said. "If I just feel that my body is all they want, I don't want to have anything to do with them."
Despite their differences, they were good friends, though Susan couldn't always conceal her distaste for Roberta's promiscuity.
"Don't you have any feelings of pride about yourself?" she asked.
"Oh, come off your high horse, Susan," replied Roberta.
"I'm serious. Every boy has fucked you by now," she said.
Roberta laughed. "Nope. There's that new kid, what'shisname? The strawberry blond guy in English. He hasn't fucked me yet."
Susan didn't know why she put up with this kind of girl, but the three of them had such fun together, going to movies, dances, and studying, that Susan let Roberta's activities go by unnoticed, usually.
Connie was above it all. She didn't preach to either one of her friends, and that was the way she preferred it.
In Pineville, it was assumed that when the girls and boys left high school, they would either go on to college or get married.
Susan wanted to get married, though only to the right boy. And he would be the only one who ever got to fuck her. "It's right for a girl to save herself for marriage," she would say.
Roberta desperately wanted marriage. She was the type of girl who would say yes to the very first guy who asked her.
Connie had no time for such nonsense. She wanted to pursue a career, preferably in the communications industry, and she saw no reason to go the marriage route. "I'll live with a guy if I find one I want to live with, but why marriage? I don't need governmental approval of what I do or don't do."
Susan never understood why Connie didn't want to get married, and neither did Roberta. "It's a woman's job to get married and have babies," both girls said to her at one time or another.
Connie barely suppressed a laugh. "There are no women's jobs, just as there are no men's jobs. There is only one job for all people, and that is to be yourself. Everyone should try and become the best possible person they can be. There shouldn't be any rules as to what is proper."
"Well," said Susan, "only a married woman should have sex."
"Who said so?" asked Connie. "Is that in the Constitution?"
"It's just wrong to have sex before marriage, or outside of marriage," stated Susan. "I am still a virgin and proud of it."
Connie shrugged. It was no use in talking to Susan, or even Roberta about matters like this. They were both convinced that a woman's place was in the home, especially the kitchen and bedroom, and though Susan and Roberta took different paths toward that goal, nevertheless, they did agree on what a woman's job was. In fact, it was only because Roberta was so desperate for a husband that she put out for everyone. She was so afraid that if she didn't let a guy fuck her, she would never, ever get married.
Susan was a very attractive girl. Her sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made her one of the most looked-at girls at the high school.
Every boy wanted to ask her out. They were all quite convinced that only they would be able to unlock the secret of her pussy.
Her latest boy friend, Walter Jordan, was really sure he would be able to get inside her panties. After all, wasn't he the only boy she actually let kiss her on the first date?
After that first date, Walter was sure he had it made. "You just watch," he said to his friends. "Tonight, we're going to the movies and she's agreed to take a walk with me near lover's lane. I'm going to get my dick inside her pussy right behind that old oak tree at the edge of the lake. You can hide there if you want and watch me fuck her. Boy, my dick is hard, just thinking about her hot, luscious cunt."
"Yeah?" sneered one of Walter's friends.
"You ain't gonna fuck that cunt. I bet you don't even get to put your hands on her tits."
"Fifty bucks says you're wrong," stated a confident Walter.
"I ain't gonna lose it, so it don't matter," he replied.
Walter had showered twice for that evening. He used deodorant, cologne, and shaved extra close. He wore his best clothes. He knew he looked terrific in his new suit, and he spent more time selecting the right shirt and tie that evening than he spent figuring out what to wear for an entire month.
"Hi, doll," he said, showing up promptly at eight for their date. He was very courteous and polite at her house.
She liked Walter a lot. The reason that Susan had let Walter kiss her on the first date was that she had felt warm and safe in his hands. He wasn't the kind of guy who would take a kiss as a sign to take more than a kiss, and when he kissed her, he made sure his hands didn't immediately roam over to her breasts, as he usually did with girls.
Susan knew that he wouldn't take advantage of her, and that was just the kind of boy that she really could go for.
Walter, of course, was playing a different kind of game. It wasn't that he chose not to go further than she had wished because he was respecting her wishes. Rather it was because he felt it was the only way toward the entrance to her cunt.
At the movies, Walter deliberately picked an area of the theatre that was quite crowded, so he could have an excuse to let his thigh rest against hers. It pleased him enormously.
Susan didn't mind, but then again, she was so absorbed in the movie, that perhaps she didn't even notice his leg.
Touching her body made his dick really hard, and he wondered if she had noticed that he had an enormous hard-on.
He also wondered if she knew what a hard-on was. Perhaps her problem was that Susan had no idea what sex really was all about, and he thought that perhaps he could take advantage of the evening and during their walk, he would tell her just what her pussy was for.
When the movie ended, Walter's cock was raging hard. He knew he'd have to succeed now. It wasn't the fifty dollars, it was his prick.
The thought of not getting his cock into her snatch was quite terrifying to him. He could actually feel the pain between his legs.
"Uh, let's go for a walk," he said. She let him hold her hand, and Walter ached to put his arm around her, but was afraid to.
But when Susan put her arm around him, he almost shot off in his pants. And to him, that was a signal that he would finally fuck her.
"Let's rest for a while," he suggested as they neared the tree.
"Okay. Hey, let's rest under that oak tree," she said to him. It fit in perfectly with his plan. His friends were probably somewhere in the vicinity. They would watch him fuck her.
"Yeah, let's rest there," he said to her. His cock was still bulging out from his pants, but she didn't even look as if she noticed.
They leaned back against the tree. Walter was a bit nervous.
"It's such a nice night out," she said. "Isn't it, Walter?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, not really having noticed the weather.
"I love cool summer nights. The wind feels so good against my skin. I could sit here all night, couldn't you?" she asked.
"Uh, sure," said Walter. He could stay there all night, but not just sit. If he didn't fuck her, he'd go completely mad.
He put his arm around her now, and gently reached for her tits. She casually brushed him away. Walter felt that perhaps he had moved a bit too soon, and just rested his hand against her shoulder for a while.
She would certainly let him kiss her again, and this he did.
She was a little less passionate than she could have been, and this bothered him. His cock was still aching like mad.
"I think we should go now," she suggested to Walter.
"Oh, no," he replied. "The night is still much too young."
He kissed her again. It was obvious that she was getting nervous now, and Walter had lost his tension and slowly became more passionate.
"Oh, Walter," she moaned. "Please! Don't kiss me so hard."
"It's because I like you," he said to her. "I like kissing you. It makes me feel really good. Let me kiss you again."
Susan let Walter kiss her again, and this time, he slowly started to insert his tongue into her mouth. She pulled back, but he held firm.
"No!" she cried, not wanting a French kiss. But he held on.
His dick pained him wildly now. He simply had to slide his cock into her snatch. He would have to. The hell with what she wanted. He was going to fuck her and fuck her now.
He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. Her soft young tits turned him on even more, and he started to lose control of himself as he reached inside her blouse and began to feel her nipples.
"Walter!! Stop that!!" she cried. "Don't touch me there!!"
Walter pulled back a little, but then couldn't resist. He quickly started to unbutton her blouse. Her young tits were covered up by her bra, which he quickly started to undo.
"No!! No!!" she cried. He refused to listen to her. His cock was ruling his head now, and he intended fully to slide his cock into her hole. He couldn't do otherwise and he worked on her tits wildly.
She started to become hysterical. Her lips trembled with fear. Her body started to shake with terror. Walter couldn't help himself. His penis was too hot, and he took hold of her hand and placed it on his fly.
Susan screamed out at the top of her lungs. "Help me!!"
She screamed so loud that both Walter and Susan heard echoes.
Walter pulled away. She had felt his hard-on and it terrified her.
"Let me go!!" she yelled. He had already released her.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I really like you, Susan. It'll make you feel really good. Trust me. I won't hurt you."
"What will make me feel good?" she asked. "You hurt me!"
"I hurt you? I barely touched you. And you barely touched me."
"That's not what I mean. I'm hurt inside. I didn't think you were like all the others. I thought you respected me."
"I do respect you, Susan. And I like you a lot. That's why I wanted you to feel good. Do you know what I wanted to do?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it was something dirty," she said.
"Dirty? It was going to be beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing in the world, Susan. There's nothing dirty about it."
"Maybe we're talking about different things," she said to him.
"Oh. Well, I was talking about sex. Sex between two people who like each other is beautiful. You can't deny that."
"Sex? Sex is ugly! It's disgusting! We're not married! It's only beautiful if you're married. I knew it was something dirty!"
"C'mon, Susan, relax. It'll make you feel good inside, promise."
"How dare you! You are just like all the others. Take me home!"
"Oh, c'mon, Susan. Let me touch you again. You'll see I'm right."
"I see that all you want is sex. That's all you ever wanted."
Susan got up. She was furious. Walter knew he was defeated. He wished he could convince her that fucking was something good.
She brushed off the dirt from her dress and started to run away.
"Hey!" cried Walter. "You can't run away like that!" He tried to chase her, but she was quickly out of his sight.
"Too bad!" cried a few male voices from behind the bushes.
"Oh, shit!" cried Walter. He had forgotten about his bet.
"Pay up! Pay up!" they cried. "You owe us fifty bucks, Walt!"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, thinking about what he had done wrong.
"You owe us fifty," they said. Walter was wondering where he would get the money, but right now, his concern was between his legs.
"Christ, I could've done it. I was reallly hard. My dick hurts."
"Yeah," said Tony, one of the guys. "Your dick is still hard."
Walter looked down at his crotch. His fly was bulging enormously. "I sure could use a nice hot pussy now," he said.
"Yeah, so could we," said the guys. "And you're gonna buy us all hot cunts. Right, guys?" Everyone nodded agreement.
"Yeah," said Tony. "I'm horny, too. Why don't we go over to Betty's joint? She always has hot chicks ready. I'm really hot."
"Go by yourself," said Walter. "I'm going to try and get Susan back. Maybe if I take a slower approach, she'd let me fuck her."
"The only approach with a broad like that," said Tony, "is to take her forcefully. Grab her clothes off and ram your dick right in."
"No, I couldn't do that," said Walter. "I might hurt her."
"Well, then don't do it," said Tony. "There's only one thing you gotta do, and that's pay up. You owe us fifty bucks."
"Yeah, I'll get the money to you," he said. "Leave me alone."
The guys left Walter alone, and they walked out of the park. Walter started to walk out also, but a different way. He wanted to go over to Susan's place and see if he couldn't explain things to her.
On the way, he saw a few girls walking together out of the park. They looked really luscious, and his horny feelings came right back to him.
He tried to put them out of his mind. Susan was the only girl he wanted now, but the more he looked at them, the more he wanted to fuck them. His cock ached all over again, and his crotch was bulging like before.
He knew Susan wouldn't put out. It was a mistake in trying to think that she would spread her legs for him. She wouldn't spread her legs for anyone, and the more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself.
He eyed one of the girls, wishing that she would spread for him. The girl turned away, and resumed walking with her friend. He should have gone with the guys. They were probably over at Betty's, fucking their heads off, and charging it to him. He'd now have to pay Betty the fifty.
Walter reached the exit to the park, and as he walked out, he noticed that the girl he had been looking at before was now alone.
Her friend had gone, and he looked around to see if she was just up ahead, or back a bit. "She's gone home," said the girl.
Walter was startled. He hadn't expected the girl to talk to him.
"Oh. She has?" He didn't know what else to say to her.
"Yeah. She knew I sorta dug you, and she left." The girl smiled at Walter and he began to like her. "I do dig you."
"I'm glad," said Walter. "I kind of dig you, too." he told her.
"Yeah. Let's go back into the park. Okay?" Walter was surprised. Usually a suggestion like that came from the guy, not the girl.
"Yes," said Walter. He took hold of the girl by the hand, and together they walked back to the park, and sat under the oak tree.
"What's your name?" she asked him. "Mine is Helene," she said.
"Walter," he replied. She was very pretty. He wondered if she was just being nice to him, or if she expected payment.
Walter noticed that Helene was staring at his crotch. It had the effect of making his prick even harder, and he smiled at her when he noticed that she could see his erection.
"Your girl friend walked out on you," said Helene, flatly.
"Yeah," replied Walter, a bit surprised that she should know.
"I saw her. She's a stuck-up bitch, that's what she is."
"Hey, don't talk about Susan like that," complained Walter.
"Okay, but she is. I mean, you're really good-looking, and anyone could see that you are hot. I mean, you got a really big one there, right?"
Walter blushed a bit. She was obviously talking about his cock.
"Uh, yeah. It's pretty big," he said. "And thick and hard, too."
"That's how I like them," said Helene. "I like big hard dicks."
Walter could hardly restrain himself now. He ached to quickly unzip his fly and ram his cock all the way up her snatch.
Helene reached out and started to rub his fly. She could feel the blood pounding inside his dick meat, and she stroked it gently.
"Ohhhhhh!!" moaned Walter. "That feels so good," he said.
"Yeah, she should've been doing this," said the girl.
"Oh, boy, I wish she had," sighed Walter. "I love to get my dick rubbed. And there is something else I love, too," he told her.
"What's that?" she asked him.
"This," he said, as he reached in and started to fondle her tits.
"I know," she replied. "I saw you touching her tits."
"You were really watching us, weren't you?" he asked her.
"Yeah. I was also watching the guys watching you. You had quite an audience. I liked you when I first saw you. I wanted you."
"And now you have me," said Walter, smiling. "I'm glad."
"So am I," she said, slowly tugging at his zipper. "And I'd like to have this, too," she told him, reaching in and touching his dick.
Walter was so hot he felt he could shoot the moment she had put a fingertip on his cock.
His prick was throbbing wildly, and his balls were swollen with cock juice.
She pulled out his long, hard rod. "Mmm!" she moaned. "I love big hard cocks. Your dick is really super hard," she sighed.
She put her lips to his pecker instantly. Walter couldn't believe his luck. He had waited so long to fuck Susan, and now, with Susan gone, a girl was living out his dream for him.
"Ohhhh!!" moaned Walter. 'That's so good. I like getting head."
"And I like giving it," she said. "I love to suck hard cock."
Her lips pressed down hard against his throbbing cock head, she could feel his dick waiting to explode, and she flicked her tongue out against his tiny slit at the tip of his dick, slurping up any forming drops of hot gism that might escape.
"Oh, baby, suck that cock!" cried Walter. "Yeah, baby, eat my fucking hot meat! Suck it! Lick that fucking dick, baby!"
His tool inched its way into her mouth, until the tip of his pecker was pressing up against the back of her throat.
"Ohhh! It tastes so good!" she cried, sucking even harder.
"Yeah, lick it! Suck that cock. Eat my fucking hot meat, baby."
His pecker was jabbed in completely. His balls were pressing up against her lips, and as she sucked, her saliva dripped out of her mouth and coated his nuts completely.
"Suck that cock!" screamed Walter. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his ejaculation. He was too horny for that.
"Mmm," she moaned again. "It's so good!" She took hold of his balls and started to squeeze them into her mouth also.
Walter went wild. He reached inside her skirt and started to rub his hands against her panties. They were sopping wet, and he pulled them down, so he could get into her cunt.
She stopped him. "Hey!" he cried. "I wanna feel your pussy."
"Cost extra," she said, stopping eating his cock for a moment.
"What?" Walter was stunned. He didn't know he was paying for it.
"Yeah, cost extra. Sucking is ten dollars, but fucking is twenty."
"Christ, you a fucking hooker?" he asked, disgustedly.
"I'm just a working girl," she said. "I need the money."
Walter wanted to pull his cock right out of her mouth and leave her alone under the tree, but his dick was so close to exploding that he felt he could really hurt himself if he didn't shoot.
"Okay," he said. "Then suck the fucking cock. I won't touch your goddamn pussy. Now suck that dick, baby, and suck it good!"
"I suck it really good!" she cried. "I give the best head in Pineville. So you just relax, and I'll eat that fucking meat."
Walter resigned himself to the loss of another ten dollars, and he let the girl eat her way toward his balls. It did feel good, and she did let him play with her tits.
"Suck that cock harder!!" he cried. "Suck that fucking dick!!"
His body was trembling with excitement. He was going to shoot off his cock in a matter of moments, and he rammed his dick harder and faster into her hungry whoring mouth.
He pinched her nipples as hard as he could. They became hard and stiff, and he realized that even though she was a hooker, he was turning her on. She really enjoyed sucking his dick.
"Now eat it really good!" cried Walter.
Walter groaned with the delicious sensations that were coursing through his teenage body.
The girl grabbed his balls in her hand and kneaded them, first one and then switching to the other.
Walter pumped his raging meat into her frenzied mouth as he twisted her nipples between his fingers.
"Take every fucking inch of my prick into your face. I'm gonna shoot, baby, and I'm gonna pour gallons of my come down your belly."
The girl groaned. She sucked his dick as hard as she could and he rubbed her tits wildly. His balls were banging and slapping against her lips, and he smashed his dick harder and faster into her face.
"Suck that fucking dick!" he cried. "Eat it! Ohhhhh! Baby, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna bust open my cock! Suck it! Eat it! Drink my fucking hot come!! Ohhhhh!"
His penis went wild as it exploded inside her mouth. She could feel the hot juice racing down her throat, and she squeezed his prick as he shot, to make sure that she got every drop.
"Ohhh!" he cried. "I'm coming! I'm shooting! Suck it! Suck that cock! Eat me! Ohhhh! I'm coming! Eat it! Ohhhh!"
His entire supply of semen seemed to be pouring into her face. It was one of the most massive orgasms Walter had ever had.
When his cock finally stopped his pounding and thrusting, he began to relax. She kept her tongue all over his cock head, making sure that she got every drop of semen.
"You're pretty hot," he said. "For a fucking whore, you sure liked what you sucked on. You really dug my dick."
"Yeah," she said. "I told you I liked you. I mean it."
"Okay," he said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket as he pulled his penis out of her face. "How much to I owe you?"
She licked her lips. His scum had started to drip down onto her chin. "Ten dollars," she said, "but you don't have to pay me."
"I don't?" he asked. "Why not? Don't you have to pay rent?"
"Yeah, but I don't charge guys I like," she said to him.
"So why didn't you let me fuck you? I sure wanted to slide my dick right into your hot pussy." Walter really had wanted to fuck her.
"Because I only give free head," she said. "I heard you lost fifty bucks, and if you fucked me, you'd've been out seventy."
"Oh, well, when I get some more money, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I really loved the way you sucked me off."
The girl smiled. "Thanks," she said. "I really loved your dick."
Walter put his cock and balls back inside his pants. He wondered if his friends had fared as well as he had.
He got up to go. "I'll see you around," he said to her as he left the park. "Where can I get in touch with you?" he asked.
"I'm around," she said. "If you ever want another blow-job, I'll give you a second one free, too, but after that it's ten bucks."
Walter smiled. "Sure," he said. "I'll fuck your face again."
He wondered why Susan couldn't at least have done that. Here was a hooker who enjoyed sucking dick so much, she did it for free. Why couldn't Susan understand that sex wasn't dirty, it was good clean fun?
Walter walked home. He didn't know if it would be worth his time to go and contact Susan. He liked her, but if she wasn't even going to let him touch her tits, then it might not be worth pursuing.
Susan had run all the way home, sobbing. She was so upset, that she pushed her front door open, and dashed into her room.
She refused to listen to her mother's expressions of sympathy. She would simply have to be more careful in the future. The only reason, she told herself, that Walter had tried to get his hands insider her body was that she had let him kiss her on the first date.
That was something she would never, never let happen again. Susan was determined that she wouldn't ever swerve from her goal of complete and total virginity until she was married.
CHAPTER TWO
Both Roberta and Connie had heard what had happened to Susan, and they each tried to explain to her that it wasn't the most terrible thing in the world.
Connie was the most understanding, agreeing with her that Walter shouldn't have done what he did, since it was obvious that Susan would object, and therefore it was wrong, but sex in itself wasn't wrong.
Susan wouldn't listen to that, and when Roberta began to get exasperated that Susan couldn't even contemplate a little sex, Susan actually asked her to leave.
"She sure is up-tight," said Roberta. "Boy, I just don't understand why she hates sex so much. Maybe she is a lesbian."
"I don't think so," said Connie. "She just believes that sex before marriage is wrong. It's her way, that's all."
"That's so ridiculous. Sex is like anything else. It feels good, so do it. I mean, it's like refusing to eat strawberries until marriage."
"Yeah, I guess. But it's better with someone you do like."
"Well, I always like the guys I'm with. Being fucked is a main reason I like them," said Roberta. She was amused at her own joke.
Roberta was exactly the opposite of Susan. Roberta didn't believe in no sex before marriage. In fact, Roberta had discovered sex early in life, and she knew that there was nothing else like it.
She had lost her virginity at the beach, when she nearly drowned. She had gone far out and the current was stronger than she thought.
She cried for help, and the lifeguard came dashing out to save her. She was so frightened that she might be drowning, that she was limp all the way while he brought her back to shore.
Thinking she was unconscious, he started to give her artificial respiration. The feeling was quite pleasant, and when she realized what he was doing, she pretended to be responding only slowly so the lifeguard would continue to breathe in her mouth.
They were alone in the first-aid station, and Roberta enjoyed the physical contact. She had always admired this lifeguard, and now that he was practically on top of her, and his lips were pressed against hers, she wanted to prolong this contact as long as was possible.
He realized that she hadn't drowned, and as he continued to revive her, his prick started to get quite hard and erect.
Roberta wondered what that strange feeling was between her legs. She could feel something hard inside the lifeguard's bathing suit, and it felt so good when it touched her body, that she instinctively spread her legs. The lifeguard got really turned on now, and he started kissing her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. "Ohhh! I feel so good!" she cried.
The lifeguard began to kiss her more passionately. His entire body was now on top of hers. He knew he shouldn't be holing himself up in the first-aid shelter with her, when there could be other people drowning, but he was so turned on, he couldn't stop kissing and touching her body.
She reached out to feel just what was so good and when she touched his stretched-out bathing suit, she knew what the lifeguard felt.
She had been told that a guy gets his cock hard when he was horny and wanted to fuck, and Roberta had always been curious about that.
Now she knew what a hard prick felt like, and she liked that feeling. She stroked his erect organ slowly at first, but then worked her hands over it faster and faster.
"Oh, baby, that's great!" cried the lifeguard. "Yeah, rub that cock, baby. Oh, baby, I'm gonna put it in you. I'm gonna slip it in."
Roberta wasn't sure what that meant, but if it felt good so far, it could only mean it would feel better when he slipped it in.
He started to take off the top of her bathing suit, and her nipples were already hard and stiff. Roberta liked it when the lifeguard bent over her tits and began to suck on them.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, feeling his teeth gently nipping her melons. "I like it. Do it harder! Ohhh! Lick them harder!"
The lifeguard complied with her request at the same time he began to undo the bottom of her bathing suit. Her pussy was young and tender, and her fuzzy hairs didn't quite cover the whole organ.
He started to finger her. "Oh, that's good," she sighed.
"It's gonna get better!" he told her, as he fingered her harder.
"Yeah, make it better!" she cried. "Ohhh, make me feel better!"
She slid his finger into her hole even deeper. He was really hot for her body now, and he slipped out of his own bathing suit.
She gasped when she saw what he was carrying between his legs.
"It's so big," she cried, wondering if that was what all her friends were talking about when they said that a guy puts his dick into a girl's pussy hole.
"Yeah, baby, it's big," he said. "And it's getting bigger, 'cause you are really turning me on. I'm gonna ram your hole, baby."
Roberta waited for him to make the move. She wondered how his huge erect cock was going to fit into her tiny pussy, but if that was what boys did to girls, she was going to see if she couldn't do it, too.
He slide his body down until his penis was poised just at the entrance to her slit. She could feel the heat emanating from his dick, and she wondered if her pussy was also hot like that.
His two balls hung down from the sides of his spear, and she put her fingers on them. They were soft and fleshy. "What are these?" she asked him. This her friends hadn't told her!
"My nuts," he said. "It's where I keep all my hot come."
"What is come?" she asked.
"It's what is going to pour into your slit. I'm gonna ram my dick into your hole, and then, when we're really hot together, my come is gonna shoot out of my dick and fill up your pussy hole."
"Does that feel good, too?" she asked the lifeguard.
"You bet it does," he cried. "That feels the best of all."
"Goodie!" cried Roberta. "I really love feeling good."
The lifeguard was really hot for her now. His throbbing dick started to press up against her lusciously young cunt lips.
"Oooohhh!" squealed Roberta. "That does feel good. I like it."
"Just wait," said the guy. "It's gonna feel even better."
He started to plunge his penis into her snatch. Her young and delicate pussy flaps were being spread apart by his plunging dick, and as his cock head slipped into her hole, she moaned with exquisite joy.
"Oh, I like it!" she cried. "Oh, do it harder, oh! More!"
He pressed even harder. Then the tip of his prick hit up against her fleshy membrane, telling him that she was a virgin.
"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked her.
"Uh, sure I have," she lied. "I've done it lots of times."
"No you haven't," he said. "Your cunt still has your cherry."
"Oh. What's that?" she asked him. "What's a cherry?"
"It means that you never felt a cock inside your cunt before, or it would break your cherry. I'm going to do it now," he told her.
"Yes, do it," she begged. "I want to feel really good."
"You will, baby," he said to her. "But it might hurt at first."
"No, don't hurt me. I just want to feel good, really good."
"Okay, but it just might hurt a bit. My cock will make your cunt feel really great as soon as I smash through your cherry."
Roberta didn't understand why she had to be hurt, but she so desperately wanted that pleasure of his prick ramming through her hot cunt hole that she agreed he could do whatever he wanted.
He pulled his cock out of her hole slightly, and then suddenly started to ram it into her snatch as hard as he could.
"Ohh!" she cried. "It hurts! Owww! Oww!"
"Sshhh!" he said, trying to quiet her down. He didn't want to attract a crowd outside the first-aid station.
He started to plunge his meat into her snatch again, and this time, Roberta had quieted down, except her body was twitching with pleasure.
"Oooh!" she squealed. "I like it. Ohhh! Your cock is good."
"Yeah, baby, and your pussy is hot as a fire," he said, ramming his dick over and over again into her hole. "I'm gonna really fuck you hard, baby. Oh, baby, are you gonna feel that dick."
He pumped faster and faster. His entire body was shaking as his dick slammed all the way into her hot and luscious cunt.
He began to lick her nipples again, and Roberta was moaning with hot pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before.
"Oooh! Ohhh! I want more! Ohhh! I like your cock!"
The feelings of pleasure were so new and exquisite to Roberta, that she closed her eyes and felt as if she were the luckiest girl in the world. She put her hands on her pussy and felt her cunt being hit over and over again by his balls, and she loved every minute of it.
"Oh, baby, you sure are a good fuck!" he cried. "I love fucking hot chicks like you. Your pussy is so hot and juicy."
He could feel her lubricating serums pouring out of her snatch and coating his penis as he rammed his took into her. He pressed his teeth against her nipples again, and he drew them up into his mouth.
"Bite me!" she cried, feeling delicious pleasure on her tits.
"You bet, baby," he yelled, pulling hard on her tits with his teeth. "I'm gonna bite your fucking tits right off!"
Roberta's hot lubricating syrups poured out of her snatch faster and faster. His cock started to slam so hard into her, that his balls were almost sucked into her hungry cunt mouth.
"Get fucked, baby!" he cried. "Get really fucked, ohhh! Oh!"
Her whole body shook with pleasure. She couldn't believe how much delight she felt now that her pussy was finally broken into.
"Fuck me harder!" she yelled. "Ohh, this is so good!"
"It's gonna be better," he said, as he neared ejaculation.
Roberta wrapped her hands around his body, and pulled his cock into her even tighter. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled.
The lifeguard went wild. He couldn't hold in his come any more, and his prick trembled as he began to shoot out his hot gism.
"Aaaiiieee!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'm shooting!"
Roberta could feel the hot pulsating jets of steaming gism flowing out of his dick. Her pussy was being flooded, and it was the greatest of all sensations. It was terrific.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled. "I want more cock! More cock! Fuck me harder! I want more hard cock!"
Her entire body was flooded with masculine creams. Her own female juices had poured out of her snatch and they coated his dick entirely.
"Fill me up," she screamed
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned the lifeguard as the last of his gism entered her body. "Get fucked! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
His balls were nearly empty. Roberta put her hands to her pussy and felt the sticky white substance that had poured rapidly out of his hot and horny piece of cock meat.
"Oooh! It's like cream," she said, licking it with her tongue after she had put her fingers into her mouth.
"Yeah, it's just like cream," he told her. "And I've got even more hot cream if you want it. You really are a hot chick."
Roberta didn't want the lifeguard to get up and leave, but he had to. He had been in the first-aid station too long now.
That was Roberta's first time, and each time she thought about how wild and wonderful her cunt felt when she was fucked, she could almost feel his dick inside her snatch again.
The lifeguard had gone that day, but Roberta lay in the first-aid station, fingering herself for hours afterwards. She had loved it, and it was at that moment that she made a vow that she would find as many guys as she could and she would have all of them fucking her.
She knew that some boys dropped girls who wouldn't put out, and that was one complaint that boys never had of Roberta.
"She's a hot chick," was said to her first by the lifeguard, but it was repeated many times during her years at school.
Roberta had many dateless nights, however, as there simply weren't enough boys to go around. And it was during her lonely Saturday nights, when the only thing that was hard and was available was her own fingers or a candle, that she resolved to get married as soon as possible.
"When you're married," she explained to her friends, "your husband fucks you all the time.
And I need a hard cock in my pussy all of the time. I can't sleep unless I've been fucked."
Roberta simply couldn't understand Susan's attitude toward life. How could a girl go on living without sex? How could anyone not have sex and still feel like a human being?
After Roberta and Connie had separated, Connie went back home. She had studying to do, because she wanted to do well on her finals. She intended to get a really good job, and she would need the best of all possible grades to achieve that.
Connie was aware that it was quite difficult for a female to get a good job. Oh, she knew she could get a job as a secretary, or as a waitress, or some such job, but she wanted a job as an executive in the communications industry, and she had her sights on the local television station. And from there, she even had dreams of becoming a top-flight executive at the network's headquarters in New York.
Roberta also couldn't understand Connie's attitude. To Roberta, life was simple. She wanted sex, and she would do whatever she needed to have it. Men didn't like women competing for their jobs, and if a woman was too powerful, the men simply wouldn't want to, or be able to, fuck her.
If Roberta were in a position like that, where the men weren't fucking her, she'd go out of her mind. How could a woman not want as much cock as she could get?
Roberta went home and wondered how long it would be before she met the right guy and they got married. He would have to have a good job, so they could have a decent home for themselves and their children, and he would have to be a good person, so she could get along with him.
But most of all, what Roberta was looking for in a man was a thick hard piece of meat between his legs, and each time she thought about it, her pussy would get all hot and juicy.
Roberta loved feeling hard dicks ramming her hole. She loved it so much that each night when she didn't have the pleasure of being fucked she would start to look around her room to see if she could use any substitute to fuck herself with.
Roberta didn't like masturbation as much as she liked to be fucked, but it was an acceptable alternative to a man.
Her pussy was rarely dry. She had secreted so much cunt juice in the last few months of her life, that she wondered if she would simply dry up before she could get married.
The thought frightened her, but not enough to prevent her from ramming a finger, a candle, a broomstick handle up her snatch.
As she climbed into bed, her mind flashed back to all the good and hard cocks she had felt between her hungry legs.
Now she was fingering herself, pretending that her hands belonged to a guy and that his dick was dangling above her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, as loudly as she could without the fear of being overheard by her parents. "I want hard cock!"
Her fingers would then become a guy's dick, and she would ram them into her hole as hard as she could. Her eyes were closed, and if she pretended that the guy had a very skinny dick, she could almost think she was really being fucked.
"Fuck me!" she moaned again. "I want cock! Fuck me harder! Ram that hard cock into me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want hard cock."
Roberta writhed over and over again on her bed. She loved her pussy when it was hot and wet, and she wished she could find something that was better than her fingers for fucking.
Even candles weren't the same, because sometimes they broke as they smashed through her hot cunt hole, and that became messy.
If a candle broke, she would have to extricate it from her pussy, and then her cunt would calm down and she wouldn't feel like fucking.
A broomstick worked okay, but it was too long, and it was awkward to ram such a long object into her hot snatch.
Her fingers were the best and most convenient, though she ached for a hard cock ramming her hole. She used one hand on her pussy, and with the other, she pinched and rubbed her tits, until her nipples were hard.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned, as she fucked herself. Her fingers were coated with her lubricating syrups, and she started to feel really hot as she pumped her canal over and over.
She didn't know now or even care if her parents heard her. Whenever she got into a state of erotic frenzy, she lost all sense of where she was, and cared about nothing but her pussy.
Her ass was pounding against the mattress, making the bed creak and groan. Her vagina was sore now, and she still continued to pump.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned, picturing in her mind how good a hard cock would feel. She could almost see a guy's nuts hitting against her slit, and she could almost even feel it, too.
Her nipples were sore and red as she pinched them really hard. She began to twist and writhe on the bed, and she turned over completely, lying on top of her fingers as they fucked her pussy.
Her entire body was writhing with pleasure. Her juices were literally pouring out of her hole, and her clit was being massaged so wildly, that she was about to have a massive climax.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as her body neared the boiling point. "Fuck me! Ohh, I want cock! I need cock! I need a good hard dick!"
Roberta's pussy finally exploded, sending her hot lubricating syrups pouring all over her crotch. Her cunt hairs became soaked with her cunt creams, and she rolled over and over, trying to plug up the leak and making her pussy feel something hard even deeper.
Roberta put herself to sleep many times this way, though at the end of each climax, she felt less than satisfied. If only she could have a really hard dick inside her pussy.
Roberta knew that she would have to find something better than her fingers. She didn't know what it would be, but when a friend had mentioned that there was something called a dildo, that looked just like a cock, she knew it would be for her.
Roberta wanted something she could have every night, and if it wasn't going to be a husband with a hard thick cock, at least it could be a rubber prick. That was better than nothing.
CHAPTER THREE
Connie was determined that she would be the first female executive at the local television station. She knew a guy who worked there, whom she had dated, and he had promised her a job upon graduation.
Of course the job he had promised her was probably that of a secretary, which Connie didn't want, but she knew that if she was good enough, she would be promoted.
"Are you still interested in a job with us?" the guy asked her on his next date with her. He knew Connie's weak spot, and he was prepared to take advantage of it and her.
"Oh, yes," exclaimed Connie. "Could I even start before I graduated? I mean, I'd work part-time, and then in June, I'd already know that much more. I'd love to start work now."
"You really want that job, don't you?" asked Jimmy Olson, the guy who worked as chief programmer. "You sound determined."
"I am," said Connie emphatically. "I am very determined, and I will work for the television station here or perhaps elsewhere, but I am not going to be stuck in some dumb kitchen for the rest of my life."
Jimmy laughed. "Well, you're beginning to sound like a women's libber," he said. "You aren't one of those dykes, are you?"
Connie became angry, but she hid it well. She didn't want to offend Jimmy, as she might lose her one inside connection.
"Oh, I don't really think they are all dykes. You don't think that, either, do you? I mean what's wrong with a woman wanting to work?"
"Nothing," said Jimmy, "so long as she works at home taking care of the kids and the house and her husband. I mean if a woman is going to work, who will do all those things?"
"Someone can be hired, you know. It's done all the time."
"Oh, but it's not the same. Besides, we don't want women taking our jobs. What would we do if we were out of work?"
"Well, you could cook and clean and sew and change the diapers. There is nothing wrong with a man doing that," said Connie.
Jimmy laughed. "Are you kidding? Sewing? Men don't sew," he said.
"And besides," said Connie, "the jobs are yours only because you already have them. If women had them, they'd be our jobs. The jobs you have aren't men's jobs necessarily."
"They sure are," said Jimmy. "And do dame is gonna take them from us. So don't go sounding like you want a man's job. You're good secretary material. So don't offend me or you'll wind up with nothing."
"Oh, Jimmy, I didn't mean to offend you," said Connie, trying hard not to choke on her words. "I just wondered why a woman couldn't do the same job, that's all. I didn't mean any offense."
"Good," said Jimmy. "Because no way will a Woman work in the studio as anything but a secretary. So let's not hear any more dyke talk, okay? Let's make love. I want you, Connie."
"Oh, Jimmy, I have a headache tonight," said Connie. "Let's postpone it, okay? I just don't feel like it tonight."
"Whaddaya mean you don't feel like it? I feel like it. I'm hot for you, baby. Feel this. Feel how hard my dick is, baby."
"Yes, I know how horny you are, but I just won't be much fun tonight. I really have a splitting headache."
Connie didn't have a headache at all, but she was furious with Jimmy because of his attitude toward women. s
"Well, if you are really sick...." he said, looking at her longingly. "I guess I'll be getting on home. Good night."
"Good night, Jimmy," said Connie. She wondered if she had indeed loused up her connection at the television station. But she just couldn't have sex with a man when she didn't really want him.
Unlike Roberta, a cock wasn't the only thing that turned her on. Of course, she loved cocks, and the bigger the cock, the better she liked it, but if she didn't like a guy, or really feel that she had something in common with him, he could have the biggest whang in the world and it wouldn't make a difference. She simply wouldn't fuck with him.
The next day, however, Connie began to have second thoughts. She knew she had sex with him before, and okay, so he was pig-headed about women's rights. She did enjoy his body, and she simply couldn't afford to offend the one guy who could give her her big break.
"Hi, Jimmy," she said on the telephone the next day. "I'm feeling a lot better today. How about going out for a drive?"
Jimmy was in a foul mood. "Oh, yeah? Headache all gone?"
"Yes, Jimmy. I feel really good today. I'd like to spend some time with you. How about it? Maybe we'll go for pizza after."
"Yeah? Well, I feel lousy. My girl turned me down last night."
"Oh, come off it, Jimmy. I was not feeling well. I was sick."
"So what? You just had a little headache. I was hot for you, baby, and you said no. What good is a woman if she won't spread her legs for her man when he's hot and horny and ready to go?"
Connie gritted her teeth. She hated it when Jimmy spoke like that. It took all her courage to insist that she really did like him, and she wanted him to fuck her the moment he saw her.
"We'll do it in your car," she said. "When you pick me up, I'll take off my skirt, and panties, and you can fuck me in the front seat."
"How can I drive if I'm fucking you? he asked Connie.
"Very cautiously," she answered. That got Jimmy to laugh and he began to relax. Connie knew she hadn't made an enemy of him yet.
"Well, I'll pick you up in half an hour," he said to her.
"Great. I'll be waiting for you," she said, kissing the phone.
"Oh, do me a favor, Connie," he said. "Don't wear panties."
"Don't wear panties? But I'm so hot for you, I'll wet my skirt."
"That's just what I want you to do," he said to her. "I love the way a skirt smells when it's full of hot cunt juice."
Connie promised that she wouldn't wear any panties at all, though she was not particularly happy about the situation.
Connie had always tried to tell herself that she would only have sex with men she genuinely liked, and she was getting to dislike Jimmy very much. Still, he was necessary to further her career, and she would just have to put up with him.
"Hi, doll," he said as he picked her up from her house. "You do as I told you to?" he asked her with a leer.
"Yes," she said. She hadn't put any panties on, and she was feeling uncomfortable. But as they drove along, she began to calm down.
Jimmy hadn't decided to fuck her the moment he picked her up. It made Connie feel better, and as they went for a drive, she began to like him again. He made no references to what a woman should do with her life, and Connie liked that.
The drove around for a while, and then they went back to his place. She didn't mind this time, and in fact, was feeling quite horny herself. She knew that he would fuck her and she felt pleased.
Jimmy had really wanted to fuck her the night before, but she had turned him down. He knew he had upset her, and he chose to be very careful in what he had to say. This way, she would let him slip it in.
"A drink?" he asked politely. When she said she wanted a scotch he didn't comment on how that was a man's drink, and just gave it to her.
Connie was feeling quite relaxed now. Perhaps she had been wrong about him. Perhaps she was just too up-tight.
Connie snuggled up to Jimmy. He was a good man after all, and he would make her feel really good. Connie needed to feel good, as lately she had been feeling somewhat insecure about her abilities.
Jimmy was even hotter for her this time than he had been the night before, but he tread slowly, as he didn't want her to run out.
His prick was aching for her, and his pants bulged considerably.
"Want another drink?" he asked her. She nodded and accepted.
"Thanks," she said. Her whole body felt relaxed and good now. It didn't matter to her what he did. She was going to enjoy it.
"You're feeling better now," he said. "That's really good."
"Yes," she replied. "I'm sorry I had a headache last night, but it's all gone now," She let Jimmy put his arm around her.
"Good," he said. Jimmy moved closer to her. He could feel her body heat and it made his dick even harder than before.
What Jimmy wanted to do was to rip off her clothes and rape her, right there on the spot, but he held himself in check.
Connie, at this point, wouldn't have minded being raped. Her pussy was hot, and it was getting wetter by the second.
Slowly, Connie placed her hand on Jimmy's crotch. "Be careful," he said to her. "You're playing with fire now, girl."
Connie smiled. "I know," she said. "And I'd like to get the hose out so we can put out the fire together."
Jimmy closed his eyes and kissed her. It made him feel good to kiss Connie. She was young and beautiful, and his dick tingled with pleasure.
She started to rub his crotch harder now. She knew she would enjoy sex with Jimmy now. She had gotten over her feelings of dislike for him, and now she wanted his cock as much as he wanted her pussy.
As she slowly started to unzip his fly, she spread her legs. "I want you to feel something," she said to him.
"What?" he asked, feeling her hand reaching into his fly.
"This," she said. "I wore no panties today, Jimmy."
"Good," he said, smiling at her. He reached underneath her skirt and felt her damp pussy hairs. Her lubricating juices had already secreted all over her wiry bush, and the touch of his fingers sent even more cream pouring out of her hot vaginal opening.
"Look how hard you've made my dick," he said, as she pulled out his cock and balls from his fly. "I'm really horny."
"I know," she said. "I love hard cock. It makes my pussy hot."
"Your pussy can't be any hotter than it is now," he told her.
"Yeah? Just wait until your dick slides into it," she said.
"I'm waiting," he said, as he started to unfasten her skirt.
"Mmm," she moaned, as she rubbed his balls. "You're full."
"Only for a moment," he replied. "When I come, I won't be."
"Then I'll be full of your juice," she said. "And I just love to have hot male juice pouring into my hot and wet cunt."
Now Jimmy had taken off Connie's skirt. He began to press his hand against her snatch, and he felt his dick throbbing so hard he wondered if he would actually shoot his load of hot come before he began to fuck her.
He worked on her blouse next, making sure that he kept his fingers touching her tits all the time. "I just love your tits," he said.
"I know," she replied. "And I love it when you touch them, because my nipples get all hard and erect, like now."
Connie leaned back, and let Jimmy rub his hands over her tits and nipples. The pleasure was exquisite, and she began to moan with joy.
"Oh, Jimmy, that large cock looks so tempting," she said.
"I'm gonna slide it right between your legs in a second, baby."
"Do it now," she moaned. "Ohhh! I want it now. Fuck me now."
"Yeah, baby," he said. "I'm gonna shove it right in."
Jimmy climbed up on top of Connie. Her body was spread out on the sofa, and as he climbed up on top of her, she started to slip to the floor.
"Let's go to the bedroom, honey," he said. "It's better there."
"Yes," she agreed. She held onto his cock as they walked toward the bedroom. She wanted to grab that dick and ram it between her legs.
Her pussy was leaking even faster now. She ached for his hard tool.
"Now fuck me!" she cried. "Now do it. I want that cock!"
He pushed her gently down upon the bed, and again climbed on her.
"Oh, baby, your cunt is so luscious," he cried as he pressed his cock head up against her hungry opening. Her cunt lips were red and glistening in the light. They were more tempting than he had remembered.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" moaned Connie, spreading her legs wide.
"You are gonna get the fuck of your life, baby," he shouted.
"Yes, oh yess! Ohhh! I want that cock. Fuck me! Fuck my hot cunt."
Her pussy was oozing with hot cream now. It leaked out of her slit and dripped down the side of her trembling body.
His penis slipped deeper and deeper into her hole. His blood-engorged flesh pounded in her hole, until it was in up to the hilt.
She screamed with pleasure. Her entire body was shaking with delightful agony. She squeezed her legs together around his tool and that forced his cock into her hole even deeper.
"Fuck me!" she yelled. "I want that hard fucking cock!"
His penis began to pump back and forth, sloshing through her wet, lubricated pussy hole. His balls pounded hard against her quim.
Jimmy was grunting and gasping for breath. He was so hot, that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his ejaculating cream too long.
"Shoot that come into me!" she moaned. "I want that hot gism! Fuck me! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me really hard!"
His balls quivered wildly. He was really going to smash his rod wildly into her. He screamed with pleasure as his dick was on the verge of opening a torrent of cock juice.
Jimmy started to lick her tits. She cupped her breasts with her hands and offered them up to him. He licked them eagerly.
"Bite my nipples," she cried. "Lick them. Make me hotter!"
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot!" he cried, his cock spearing through her hot hole more wildly than ever. "Oh, baby!"
His dick was already releasing hot droplets of steaming gism into her snatch. As she squeezed her legs tightly around his throbbing pole, she squeezed out those little drops of hot semen, and she ached for more.
"Yes, come," she cried. "Shoot your cock into me. Fuck me. I want that cock. I want your fucking hot dick meat!"
He rubbed his face into her tits. He loved to cover her entire body with his tongue, and he started with her melons.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" squealed Connie, as she squirmed and thrashed about on the bed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh!"
Connie knew that Jimmy was so close, she could stimulate him with her hands, and his dick would simply explode in her pussy.
Jimmy wanted to shoot. He couldn't control his cock any longer. His prick was ready to release his hot store of steaming fuck juice.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it. I want hot come!"
Connie felt the hot gushes of steaming gism pouring into her. She loved it. It was wonderful. It made her forget all the things that Jimmy had said that upset her so much.
Jimmy's balls danced and banged onto her snatch. She felt his semen and her own lubricating juices pouring out onto his nuts.
She squeezed his balls and even more juice cascaded out of his cock into her hole. It was wonderful. Their bodies shook wildly together.
"Ohhh! Aaaiieeee! Ohhhh!" he gasped as the last of his jizz poured into her. "Oh, Connie, baby, I love you! Ohhhh!"
Connie lay back, exhausted and limp. It had been wild. She enjoyed it a lot, thought, if he were truly the man she loved, she would have felt even more pleasure than she did.
"Thank you," she said to him. "Your cock drove me wild."
He smiled at her. "I'm glad. It was your pussy that made my dick so hot and hard. Christ, I love fucking you. I could fuck you forever."
"Maybe you will," she said. "I love to spread my legs for you."
Jimmy smiled. "Well, we'll be working together. We can always be fucking together, too. I can't wait for you to start work."
"Oh, Jimmy, I'd love to start," she said. "And you can fuck me whenever you want. Oh, Jimmy, if I start work now, my pussy will always be yours. I mean that, Jimmy?"
"Oh, you mean if you didn't start work now, I couldn't fuck you?"
"No, no!" said Connie, hastily and in panic.
"That's not what I meant at all. I just meant that if we were working together now, we'd have lots more opportunities to fuck, that's all."
"Well, I'll talk to the boss," said Jimmy. "We'll see."
"Gee, thanks," said Connie. She wondered if she had given herself away. It wasn't that she didn't want Jimmy to fuck her again, but that she really didn't think she would put up with him if it didn't mean a job.
It was a dilemma that Connie had put herself in. She didn't like to fuck men she really didn't like, but the most important thing to her was getting a good job, and not just a woman's job.
She had mentioned this to Roberta, and her friend just laughed.
"What difference does it make whether you like the guy or not?"
"But I just can't sleep with every man that comes along."
"Why not? They all have cocks," said Roberta. "Every one of them."
"I know, but it isn't the cock that turns me on," said Connie.
Roberta was shocked. "What else could it be?" she asked.
"The man himself. A man is more than his private parts, just as I am more than my pussy," said Connie, not thinking Roberta understood.
Roberta either didn't understand, or didn't choose to understand.
"Well, all I want out of a man is a good lay," she said.
"Then get married and get fucked every night," said Connie.
"Oh, if someone would only ask me!" sighed Roberta softly.
"Someone will. Don't you worry a moment about that."
"But I do. There are nights I got to bed masturbating because no one asked me out for the night. I wonder if I'll ever get married."
"You will. So you go to bed alone one night. It won't kill you."
"Yes it will," said Roberta. "It wouldn't be so bad if my fingers felt the same as a cock, but they just don't."
"Use a dildo," suggested Connie. "They are the closest things to real hard cocks. You'd like it. I know it."
"But where can I get one?" asked Roberta. "I don't know if the A & P sells them. I know they exist, but where?"
"Try that store over on Fifteenth Street," said Connie. "You know, that one we used to giggle over when we were kids."
"That one? My God, is that what they sell?
I didn't ever really know why we were giggling. Are they still in business?"
"I'm sure they are. I passed it the other day with Jimmy."
"What did you buy there?" asked Roberta. "Was it fun?"
"I didn't buy anything. We just passed it," said Connie.
"Oh. Well, I'm going. Want to come along with me?" she asked.
"No. I've got some studying to do. I may be working part-time and I need to work really hard now because I won't have time later."
"Oh. Well, I'm going to get a dildo. I can't wait to try it."
"Yeah, well, have fun," said Connie. She left her friend Roberta, wondering just why Roberta felt the need for hard cock all the time.
Roberta didn't know why, either, but she didn't think about it. "When you're hungry, you eat," she always told herself.
It was a long walk to that store, but Roberta didn't mind the distance. She wanted what they sold, and she was determined to get it.
About an hour later, she arrived at the Joy Joint. There were all sorts of sex toys in the window, and she knew it was the right place.
Roberta didn't feel awkward or embarrassed about entering, the way many people, particularly girls, felt when they came in.
"May I help you?" asked the clerk. Roberta looked around.
"Uh, yeah," she said. "I'd like to buy a dildo. Do you sell them?"
"Of course," said the clerk. "We sell them in all sizes."
"Could I see it?" asked Roberta. "Where are they kept?"
"Well, what size do you want? Do you want a large one?"
Roberta smiled. "There wouldn't be any point if it wasn't a big one," she said. "What's the largest one you have?"
"Fifteen inches," he said. "It's unreal, but you'll love it."
"Fifteen inches? My goodness. Cocks don't get that big, do they?"
"Not as far as I know," said the clerk. "But it could be fun if you like them really big. What's the biggest cock you've ever had?"
"I guess nine inches," she said. "I'm sure I would like a fifteen-inch dildo, through. At least I hope I would."
"Well, perhaps try a smaller one first. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself inside your pussy, you know. Try maybe a ten or eleven inch."
"And if I wanted a bigger one, could I return this one?"
"Urn, well, it is against the health department regulations for dildoes to be returned," said the clerk. "I couldn't do that."
"But how will I know if ten inches is big enough?" she asked.
"Oh, well, maybe you met a guy with a ten-inch cock, and then, if that cock wasn't too big, get fucked by a guy with eleven inches, and so on, until you finally discover just how many inches your cunt can take."
"I don't know any guys with ten inch cocks," said Roberta.
"How do you know? Maybe you know them, but don't know how big their dicks are. Have you ever thought of asking?"
"I couldn't go up to a guy and ask him how big his dick was."
"Why not? He can always walk away from you. And what do you care what he thinks? If he's a stranger, you might never see him again."
"Well, I just wouldn't know how to do it," said Roberta.
"Try. I'm sure if you asked a guy, he'd probably tell you."
"Um, well, let me start with you. Um, er ... how big is your dick?" Roberta asked the clerk. The young man smiled.
"Ten inches," he said. "There, that wasn't difficult, was it?"
"Uh, no," she said. "Is your cock really ten inches, though?"
"Last time I measured it when it was hard, it said ten," he said.
"Oh. Well, maybe that's the answer," she replied. "You are kind of cute. And if you really have ten inches...." The guy smiled.
"You are kind of cute, too," he said. "And I do have ten inches. And I certainly would love to fuck you. In fact, look at my crotch."
Roberta looked between the guy's legs. She could see a huge bulge protruding from the front of his fly.
"Oh, it does look really big," she said. "I can feel my pussy getting all hot and wet already. I'd love it if you fucked me."
"Well, first let me lock the door. I wouldn't want anyone to walk in here while my dick was inside your pussy, okay?"
"Sure, lock the door. I'm glad you suggested I ask you. You look so handsome, I can't wait for your dick to slide into my cunt."
"And I'm so hard from thinking what a luscious cunt you must have between your legs. I bet it's soft and tender and juicy. I love hot wet cunts. I love spreading apart those delicate pussy flaps and fingering them and then I love to push my hands inside those luscious holes."
"I love all of that," said Roberta. "And I love to rub my hands against throbbing dicks. I love to squeeze a guy's balls, knowing that his hot come is between my fingers.
"Do you like to feel cock inside your face, too?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she replied. "Sucking cock is one of my favorite sports. I could suck hard cock all day long," she said.
"Well, I just love blow-jobs. I love to feel my sticky cream spurting deep down a girl's thirsty throat because it drives me wild."
"Oh, and that makes me swallow so hard. I just love it. I once swallowed so much gism, I didn't feel hungry for three days."
"I got about three days' worth of gism in my balls now. Look at my cock and balls and see how heavy those nuts are."
The clerk unzipped his pants and removed his penis. It was really thick and throbbing, and Roberta licked her lips hungrily.
"Have you ever been screwed up your asshole?" he asked.
"Yes. And I love it. I love cock no matter where it enters my body. I love it in my cunt, in my mouth, and up my ass."
"What about being fucked between your tits? I love to do that. I love to grab a chick's melons and squeeze them around my shaft. And then, when I'm really hot, I shoot my fucking come right into her face."
"Ohhh, that sounds so good. I want all of them right now. I'm so glad you have a ten-inch prick. The bigger the cock, the more I like it, and I want to feel your ten inches all over my body. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock ramming in and out of my hot hungry body."
"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you all ways. I'm gonna slide my prick right between your legs and then I'm gonna ram it into your face. You're gonna feel my dick up your ass, too."
"Do it to me!" she begged. "Please, I'm so hot now. I see that cock and I know that I want it. I want that hard dick. Please, fuck me!"
"Don't be so impatient," said the clerk. "I am going to fuck you, but I like to take my time. You're gonna feel that cock, baby, and don't you worry for a second about it."
"But it's so big! I can't wait to have that cock in me."
"Don't rush me," said the guy. "I like to fuck my chicks nice and slow. I'm gonna slide my dick into your pussy, and then into your ass, and then you're gonna lick my dick. We're gonna be here for hours."
"Oh, that sounds so good," moaned Roberta. "Oh, that dick is going to be mine. I just love big fat hard dicks."
The clerk slowly pushed Roberta up against the counter. He pulled down her skirt, and rubbed her nest with his fingers.
"I want that cock!" moaned Roberta. "Don't finger-fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! I want that hard meat." She was swaying slightly. The sight of his hard pecker was driving her completely crazy with desire.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna feel this dick," he said to her. "You are gonna feel it squeezing right between your hot pussy lips."
"Yes, yes. Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Ram that dick into me!"
"Okay, baby, feel it!" he cried. "Feel that ten-inch dork."
She spread her legs really wide for him. She opened herself up as completely as she could. It was heaven. She felt that enormous dick head penetrating her slit and she moaned with exquisite delight
"Oh baby, let me feel those tits," he cried, rubbing her young fleshy melons. "I like to rub hot tits. Oh, baby, those nipples are really hard."
"Lick my nipples," she cried. "Bite them. Lick them. Lick me all over my body. Make me really hot!"
Her whole body was swaying and swinging. She rocked back and forth as his penis penetrated deeper and deeper.
"Get fucked, baby," he cried, ramming his pole into her and pinching and licking her tits as hard as he could.
"Yes, fuck me! Ohhh! I want that cock. Oh, I want it real bad! Drive it into me!"
Her body went into convulsions of pleasure. She screamed wildly as his tool slammed in and out of her hot snatch.
Her lubricating juices oozed and flowed rapidly out of her hole.
"Your cock is so hot and wet," she moaned, feeling it go in and out of her hole. "Ohh! Shove that hard dick into me."
Her body slowly slid to the floor, and he fell on top of her, his cock still ramming in and out of her snatch. "Get fucked!" he cried. "Baby, your fucking cunt is burning hot."
His penis entered her hole so deeply, that he thought he might just be coming out the asshole. Her whole body was swallowing up his hard tool, and both of them loved it.
"Fuck my hot pussy!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Ohh!"
Her ass was now pounding against the floor. His balls shook and quivered. He longed to release his hot pulsating jets of steaming gism into her thirsty quim, but he had promised to fuck her face and he fully intended to keep that promise.
"Hey," she cried. "Don't take your dick out of my snatch!"
"I'm gonna fuck your fucking face, baby," he said. "Just take it easy, and don't you tell me! I'm the man and I tell you, got that?"
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I love it however you want to fuck me. As long as I have cock, I don't care where it is, but I must have cock!"
"Okay, baby, now eat that dick!" he cried. "I'm gonna shove my cock right into your lips, so suck hard, baby!"
She could feel that meat penetrating her mouth, and her tongue worked rapidly. She started to lick off all of her own cunt juices.
"Yeah, baby, suck it!" he cried. "Suck that fucking rod."
He began to rub his fingers against her ass. She squealed with delight as his fingers slid into her anal cavity.
"Ahh!" she moaned as her buns squeezed against his hands.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna feel your ass plugged up, too!"
"Do it! Ohh! I want that cock! Shove it all the way in!"
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna shove it in. I'm gonna plug you up baby! You're gonna feel that cock all the way in! Now suck that meat!" , His balls were slapping hard against her lips, and she flicked her tongue out against those nuts, anxious to coat them with her saliva.
"Let me eat those nuts!" she cried. "I want to suck on your balls. I want to eat both balls together. I want to suck on your cock and your balls at the very same time!"
"Yeah baby, take it all in!" he screamed. "Suck my cock!"
The guy could feel his gism ready to spurt out of his pole, and he quickly pulled his dick out of her mouth.
"Hey!" she cried. "Let me finish sucking on your meat!"
"I said, don't you tell me what to do!" he cried. "Now turn over. I'm gonna fuck the goddamn shit out of your fucking asshole!"
She turned over rapidly. She spread her ass cheeks for him, and waited for the hard shock of his throbbing tool to pound into her ass.
"Ohhhh!" he squealed as his dick started to squeeze through her narrow rectal opening. "Ohhh! Baby, feel that dick up your ass!"
She could feel it all right. It wasn't as good as she thought it would be, and the pain outweighed the pleasure.
"Please stop!" she cried. "Your dick is hurting my ass."
"Tough shit!" he cried. "I like fucking goddamn assholes."
Roberta shifted her position, as if that would alleviate the pain, but the deeper his prong went into her hole, the more it hurt.
"Please stop fucking me up my ass!" she begged. "It hurts!"
"I know it hurts, baby," he cried. "That's what turns me on. I like to hurt chicks! I like to make them cry out with pain!"
She tried to push him off, but he started to slap her. "Owww!" she cried. "You're hurting me! Owww!"
"Hey," he shouted, "what are you belly-aching about? My dick makes me feel good. It's the guy who's supposed to feel good, not the fucking chick. Now shut up before I really ram my cock up your ass!"
Roberta was silent. That was something she had been taught a long time ago. The pleasure of sex was nice, but it was primarily a man's pleasure, and she was allowed some of it only if he wanted to let her. If the guy wanted to hurt her, just so he could feel good, that was his right, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Roberta kept quiet, and as she relaxed, her body began to give her the pleasure that she had thought she had been denied.
"Oh, baby, now my cock is all the way in your bung hole," he shouted. "How do you like getting fucked up the ass now, baby?"
"Now I love it!" she cried. It had been tension that had caused her the pain, but as she was relaxed now, she felt only ecstasy.
The guy's hard prong slid deeper and deeper into her ass, until his nuts were squeezed up tightly against her buns.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, feeling her entire body plugged up.
"Yeah, baby, get fucked!" he cried. "Oh, yeah, you got a fucking hot asshole, baby! Ohhh! Feel that dick, baby."
Roberta's pussy was oozing wildly now. The floor was becoming flooded with her steaming lubricating creams.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Oh, fuck my asshole!"
"Yeah, ohhh! Feel that cock! Get fucked, baby!" He started to gab her tits and squeezed them as hard as lie could.
Her ass cheeks were becoming reddened and sore as his body smashed down on her harder and harder. Contrary to her feelings before, now she felt only hot pleasure as his tool rammed harder and deeper into her ass.
She began to finger-fuck herself as she felt his cock penetrating her asshole. Her clit was driving her wild, and she rubbed that tender pleasure button until her entire body ached with ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder! Ohh! Ram that dick into me!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohh! Ohhh! Fuck my asshole!"
The guy began to dig his nails into her shoulders. It was obvious that he was close to coming, and he gasped and grunted as his balls quivered with wild, erotic excitement.
"Ohhhh! Get fucked! Get fucked, baby! Ohhh!" His dick was just about ready to shoot. But suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her asshole, and quickly turned her over back onto her back, and pressed his dick up against her lips.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, unwilling to lose the sense of pleasure she felt when his dick was ramming her asshole.
"Now lick that cock again!" he cried. "Suck that fucking prick! Eat me, baby. And lick off all your ass juice!"
He rammed his tool into her face, and she squealed with pleasure as she started to suck on his dong harder and harder.
"Fuck my face!" she cried, feeling his pecker driving deeper and deeper into her mouth. "Shove it all the way in!"
"Yeah, baby, suck it!" he dried. "Suck that fucking dick! Eat my cock! Drink my come, baby! I'm gonna shoot! Eat it! Suck it!' Ohhh!"
His prick trembled wildly as he smashed his cock so far into her face that the tip of his pecker was pressing up against the back of her throat. His balls were trying to squeeze into her mouth with his shaft.
Roberta's body went wildly berserk as she chomped down hard on his pole licking furiously, sucking out the drops of come that had formed on the tip of his hard prick.
"Ohhh!" he cried as his cock was ready to shoot, "Suck it! Eat it! Ohhh!! It's gonna spurt! Suck it! Ohhh! I'm coming! I'm shooting! Suck that cock! Aaaiieee! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"
His dick went wild inside her mouth, and the hot jets of steaming gism poured into her face, driving hard waves of masculine cream down into her hungry and thirsty throat.
"More! More!" she cried, sucking as hard as she could. It was the most wonderful feeling in the entire world. Her entire body was being flooded with hot come, and she loved every single drop of that meaty fluid.
"Suck it harder! Ohhh!" he gasped as his balls emptied into her face. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" His dick shot so much come into her mouth that he felt totally drained and exhausted.
She kept his cock inside her mouth even after the very last drop of gism had poured into her. She didn't ever want to let that dick go. i
"Yeah, baby, you sure can suck a mean cock!" he told her.
"I love to eat dick," she said. "I could suck cock for hours. I'd love to keep your pecker inside my face and never let it go."
"So would I," he said. "I don't know which I liked best. I loved fucking your pussy, driving my tool so far up your slit that I can feel your asshole. I also loved ramming your asshole. Boy, that turns me on like gangbusters. But your mouth was best of all. Next time I fuck your face, I'm gonna drive my whang so far into you, you're gonna feel that dick right in your belly. And you're gonna swallow my balls next, time too!"
"I can't wait," said Roberta. "Oh, this was the most wonderful fuck of all!" Roberta finally let go of his tool.
"Yeah, it sure was great. I mean I've had my dick sucked before, but they were nothing compared to you. Baby, I sure want to fuck you again and again and again. How about it?"
Roberta was so happy! She finally saw the opportunity she had waited for so long. Perhaps never again would she have to play with her pussy by herself. And the ironic thing about it was that it was with the guy who was going to sell her the device with which to masturbate better.
"Now about that dildo," said the clerk. "Do you want a ten-inch one or a bigger one, or perhaps something else?"
"Something else," said Roberta. "I don't know if I want a dildo at all now. But there is something I want and that is ten inches long."
The clerk smiled. He knew what she meant. "My cock is yours whenever I got horny. I'd love to really fuck the shit out of you, baby."
"Oh, yes, thank you," moaned Roberta. "That's just what I want. I want to feel your cock ramming my pussy all the time."
Roberta was happy. She would now have all the cock she needed.
"And next time, we can use all sorts of these toys," he said.
"Oh? They look very interesting. What does this one do?" she asked, picking up what looked like a leather-covered clothespin.
"That's a tit clamp. I put them on your nipples, and it will drive you wild. And I have all sorts of ropes so I can tie you to the bed and fuck you as if you were my slave."
"That sounds so exciting," said Roberta. "I don't care what you do to me, so long as I can feel that cock up my pussy."
"You will, baby, you will. You're gonna have so much of my cock, that you ain't gonna want anything else but my prick.
CHAPTER FOUR
Graduation went as planned, and the three girls were finally pleased to be rid of the onus of high school and studying.
Roberta had begun to go steady with Willie, the guy in the sex toy shop, and Connie had begun work at the television studio.
Susan was still a virgin. Her resolve in that regard hadn't changed and though she occasionally dated, she practically forced the guy to sign a statement saying he wouldn't try to even kiss her. She would have literally done it, but her mother suggested it wasn't quite the way to get even the kind of guy she wanted.
Susan didn't even play with herself. She was convinced that her snatch was something ugly and dirty and that it would only be available to the man she married, and then only if they were planning on having children. To Susan, that was the sole function of her cunt. And the sole function of a woman was to have babies, and clean the bathroom.
Connie had started at the very bottom of Pineville Broadcasting, Inc., but she didn't mind. After all, if she was a guy, she would have to start as a low clerk, perhaps in the mailroom, so when she was assigned a job as junior secretary to one of the advertising accountants, she didn't mind at all. She knew her ability would soon promote her to a better job.
What Connie didn't count on was the resistance of the staff of the station to promote a girl from junior secretary to anything but senior secretary. Women simply weren't given jobs of any importance.
Jimmy continued to see her and fuck her, though Connie was beginning to get tired of him. "I have a headache," was a refrain she uttered more often than not to him.
"I'm gonna buy you a giant economy size bottle of aspirin," he said to her, only half in jest. He was hurt, but she refused, and he wasn't going to rape her, as he could then lose his job.
When the job of assistant public relations officer became available, Connie knew she had the qualifications for the job. And the management of the station knew that, too.
But it was given to a guy named Jack Redson. "Why did he get the job and not me?" she asked the station chief.
"Women can't do this sort of work," he said, apparently irritated that he was even asked that question. "Now leave me alone."
Connie was steaming. It wasn't fair. She didn't want to be a secretary for the rest of her life, and made no secret of her fury.
Jack understood her anger, and he offered her the job of his secretary. But there were strings attached, and Connie wondered whether to accept the job or not.
"Let's talk about it over dinner," said Jack to Connie.
"Uh, okay," she agreed, wondering what else besides dinner he had in mind for her. "Yeah. Where shall we go?"
"Let's try Frank's," he said, a steak house in Pineville.
She was pleased. It was one of the best steak houses in the state, and she was looking forward to the meal, if not to afterwards.
The meal was every bit as good as she had anticipated, and just as she anticipated, he invited her up to his place after.
"Now let's talk about the job," he said over drinks at his place.
"Sure," she said. "I know I'm qualified to be your secretary."
What she really felt like saying was that she was qualified to have his job, but she knew she couldn't say that at all.
"Yes, you are," he said. "But the job is very demanding."
"Well, what would be my responsibilities?" she asked him.
"Uh, well, pretty much that of most secretaries," he said. "But you will also have to work at home with me. I take much of my work home, and I will need a secretary with me. Now you can live with me, or you can take the apartment next door."
Connie thought about that one. She certainly didn't want to live with him, but perhaps she could live next door.
"I'd rather live next door," she said. "I hope you don't mind."
Jack laughed. "Not at all. You wouldn't be my mistress. Just my secretary." But the way he said that, Connie wasn't at all sure.
"Well, okay, I'll take the job," she said. The reason she took it, in spite of the attached strings, was that she knew she could learn every bit about the job, and perhaps then convince the management she could do it.
"Good," said Jack, his face all smiles. "We'll celebrate your new job. Let's have some champagne, okay, Connie?"
"Sure," she said. She knew that Jack had figured she'd take the job all along. Why else would he just happen to have champagne on ice?
After a few glasses of the champagne, which was of a very good variety, Connie began to feel a bit tipsy. She knew she shouldn't have drunk so much, but it was too late.
"More?" he asked, but filled her glass without her answering.
"Ohh, I think I'm drunk," she said, giggling between words.
"That's good," said Jack softly. He bent over and kissed her.
"Ohh, I like that," she giggled. "Do that again, Jack."
"You bet I will," he said to her. "I'm going to do it again and again and again." Even though Connie was high, she realized what he meant.
His next kiss was more passionate, and he slowly inserted his tongue between her lips.
She sucked on his tongue really hard, and he began to press his body tightly against hers.
Connie was enjoying herself, even though she knew she was going to let him fuck her as a reward for her new job.
Her tits were pressing against his chest, and he could feel that her nipples were becoming hard and erect.
"Ohh, I just love to touch you," he said to her, slowly reaching into her blouse and fingering her melons. "I love your hot tits, baby."
"I know," she said. "And I want you to rub them really hard."
"Only too glad to oblige," he said, pressing his hands on her hot tits. He squeezed and rubbed them as hard as he could.
"Oh, that's so good," she moaned, cupping her tits, and offering them to him. "I love it! Rub my tits harder! Ohhh!"
Jack was going wild as he rubbed and then sucked her tits. He bit her nipples as if he was going to bite them clean off.
His prick was getting hard within his pants, and he took hold of her hand and placed it directly on his bulging crotch.
"Feel that dick," he said. "I'm really hot for you, baby."
"Yes, I know," she giggled. "I love big hard fat cocks."
"Then you're gonna love what you're gonna get," he said.
"Then gimme!" she said as she started to unzip his fly.
"Oh, baby, take out that cock and balls," he groaned. "Feel my fucking hard dick meat, baby! I'm gonna jam it right between your legs."
"Ohh! Ohhh!" she sighed, as she began to rub his huge tool.
"Yeah, rub that cock, baby," he cried. "Feel that dick! Make my balls fucking hot, baby. Make my balls really wet and hot."
Connie's lubricating juices were pouring out of her snatch wildly now, and she was fast losing all sense of where she was. She was quite hungry for his dick, and she started to pull down her skirt.
"I want my cunt full of cock meat," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me with that big hard dick you have! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard!"
"You bet, baby!" he cried. "Just keep rubbing that dick and then I'm gonna stick it right up your fucking hot snatch."
Jack was really hot for her now, and he quickly started to remove all his clothing. When he was completely nude, he rapidly undressed Connie and then he led her to the bedroom.
"Now I'm gonna drive that dick right up into your fucking hot pussy meat," he cried.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard your cunt will feel that prick for a week. Baby, get ready for the fuck of your life!"
He started to squeeze the tip of his cock between her lusciously soft and moist pussy lips. He could spread apart her cunt flaps with his prick head, and her juicy opening started to swallow up his dong.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as that hard pole came slithering into her snatch. She felt that prick inch into her hole, and she loved it moment by moment, as his tool climbed in all the way.
"Baby, you're gonna really feel that dick now," he cried as he began to pump his pole harder and harder into her. "Feel that cock, baby! Feel my fucking hard meat. Oh, baby, I love fucking hot cunts like you!"
She moaned with pleasure. Her entire body was twisting and writhing on the bed, as his penis slammed back and forth along her pussy tube.
"Fuck me!" she wailed. "Ohhh! I want that cock! Fuck me really hard, Jack! Ram that dick all the way into me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh! I need that dick. I need cock!"
Connie's entire body was being plugged up back and forth with hot smashing cock meat.
She spread her legs wide to allow his prick to penetrate her really deeply, and then she squeezed her legs together and provided more pressure on his throbbing tool.
He licked her tits over and over again, sucking and slurping on her hot teats. Her nipples were so hard they were almost brittle, and she tried to force them into his mouth even harder.
"Suck that tit!" she cried. "Eat my fucking tits!" Connie was really going wild. The champagne was making her into one fuck of a horny bitch, and Jack loved every minute of it.
Connie couldn't remember when she had had such a glorious fuck. Her entire body was being assaulted by his powerful tool, and she couldn't get enough of his throbbing prong.
Jack began to finger her rectum. At first she didn't want him to touch her asshole, but as he dug in with his hands, she began to love it more and more until the pleasure was at its height.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Oh, baby, I want that cock!"
His balls were slapping and ramming against her hole. Her luscious cunt lips were dripping with her lubricating honeys, and they were oozing so rapidly out of her snatch, that his balls became entirely coated with her hot pussy creams.
"Shove that cock up my pussy!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, harder! I want that dick! Shove that cock all the way in!"
Connie was twisting and thrashing about on the bed. She couldn't control herself, and she felt as if she could never come down frorn this hot and glorious high.
Jack was almost about to shoot his gism. He felt his dick heating up so much that he wondered if it would simply burn up.
"Ohhh! Get fucked! Get fucked! Feel that cock, ohhh! I'm gonna shove that dick into you harder! Ohhh! Take it all, baby!"
His penis trembled and shook as his balls slammed hard against her pussy hole. She had spread her legs wide again, and his balls were almost sucked up into her thirsty snatch.
"Fuck me!" she wailed. "Fuck my clit! Fuck my cunt! Make me come! I want to come! I want to feel that hot dick spurting in my hole!"
Jack quivered moments before his cock exploded. His gism started to drip out of his pole slowly, but then, as he spasmed wildly, his cock released huge quantities of his steaming gism, and he screamed with wild pleasure as his body climaxed.
"Ohhh!" he cried. "I'm coming! I'm shooting! Ohhh! Get fucked, baby! Feel that dick! Get fucked! Ohhh! I'm coming! Ohh!"
His penis sent those tremendous waves of pleasure cascading into her pussy, and she could feel her cunt walls getting coated with his jizz.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she gasped, as her pussy absorbed all those hot creamy drops of sperm. "Oh, it's wonderful! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Her whole body was twisting with delight. Her come was flowing out of her quim as the same time that his come was pouring into her.
Their juices mixed together and began to flow back out of her pussy. Her whole body felt as if it was covered with their come.
"Oh, baby, that was so good!" he cried. "I love fucking you! We're gonna have a great time together, baby! You and me in that fucking TV studio. We're gonna fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Connie still was coming down from her ecstatic high, but even in the euphoric state she was in, she knew that she wasn't going to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck. She might fuck with him once or twice more but that was that. She wouldn't stick with a man she didn't truly like.
"Baby, you were terrific," he said to her. "Why don't you sleep over here, and we'll fuck again in the morning, okay?"
"Urn, wow! I'd love to. Your dick felt so good up my snatch. I'd like nothing better than to feel your pecker in my juice slot again, but I can't do it. Not tonight, anyway."
"Why not, doll? Don't you dig my hot cock and juicy balls?"
"I love them," she said. "I love your fucking me. But I can't stay over. My mother wouldn't like it. She knows I'm looking for a place of my own, and that kills her as it is. Maybe some other time."
"Sure, kid," said Jack. "And since you'll be living next door, we'll have lots of good times. You're a much better lay than any other secretary in the office, you know that?"
Connie stiffened. "No, I didn't know that," she said, not happy at the implications of that remark. Obviously Jack fucked everyone he could, and she couldn't be anything special to him.
Well, thought Connie, if that's the kind of guy he is....
Connie knew that she would have to do a really great job at work if she wanted to keep the job and not fuck around with Jack all the time.
She knew she was capable of it, but wondered if they wouldn't fire her anyway. Perhaps they just didn't like women who were just as capable as the guys there.
Connie got home that night quite late. She was partially disgusted with herself. She had sex with a man she didn't especially care for, only to further her career, and now she wondered if she had indeed furthered her career. Well, she couldn't worry about it now. All she wanted to do was to go to sleep.
There was a message for her, and it was from her friend Susan. Susan was going to get married. Unconcerned about the time, Connie called up her friend to congratulate her.
Susan was quite ecstatic. She had met this guy at the office she worked in and he had just that very day proposed to her.
"Well, so now none of us will be virgins," said Connie.
"Connie, don't talk like that. I mean it's going to be a long time until we have kids. I would like them right away, but Tim really can't afford to support more than just me."
"So keep your job and save money," suggested Connie.
"But I'll be married. A wife doesn't work, Connie," said Susan.
"What are you talking about?" asked Connie, surprised at her friend's viewpoint. "It makes no difference if you're married or not."
"No, a woman isn't supposed to work if her husband has a job," said Susan firmly. "It's wrong. A woman's place is in the home."
"You are crazy," said Connie. "And besides, you won't be a virgin whether you have kids or not. A husband and wife are supposed to have sex, you know, Susan dear."
"But only to have children," said Susan. "That's what our bodies are for. Of course, I suppose you don't agree with me."
"Susan, you are completely whacked out. Sex is for fun also, not just for having lots of noisy brats around the house."
"Well, obviously, you don't like children, so there is no use in discussing this with you," said Susan. "Thank you for your compliments."
Connie didn't have the energy to talk to her friend, but if she intended not to let her husband fuck her, their marriage was going to be in a lot of trouble, and they hadn't even gotten married yet.
Roberta called Connie the next day, just to tell her about Susan, though Connie already knew. "And I think me and Willie are also going to get married. Oh, Connie, I'm so excited. We'll be able to do it legally now, isn't that great?"
"Do what legally?" asked Connie, unsure of her meaning.
"I mean fucking. Oh, Willie and I fuck every night, and sometimes we have such wild sessions. I mean he uses ropes and clamps on me, and he rapes me and I love it! That man is a tiger. Oh, I love the way he fucks me so hard! And now it will all be legal!"
"You certainly have some funny notions about sex," said Connie. "There's nothing illegal about fucking before marriage."
"No? Are you sure? I mean couldn't we get arrested now?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," said Connie. "No one will arrest you."
"But half the fun was being afraid the cops would bust in on us at any moment. I think you're wrong, Connie."
"Well, think what you will. If you're having such a good time with Willie, why don't you just live together and not get married?"
"Because it's wrong to fuck and not be married. I've done it because I didn't care about being wrong, but now I want him for my husband. Besides, what I really want is for a man to be around the house so I can cook and clean and sew for him."
"Is that all you want out of life?" asked Connie, disgustedly.
"But what else is there to want? That's all there is."
"Oh, come on now, you don't really believe that crap, do you?"
"Oh, I know what you mean. Of course there's more. And I want more. I want lots of children. Yes, I want to have kids."
"But there's still more," said Connie. "What about fulfillment? What about a job? What about making something of your life?"
"Oh, Connie, being a wife and mother is enough. Besides, a job is man's work. Women aren't supposed to want those things. We aren't bright enough for it. We belong to the man and he owns us."
"Shit," said Connie. "I don't think I can talk to you if you really believe that hog wash. Good night, Roberta."
"Before you hang up, you think you know all the answers. Well, I have news for you. You are working just because you can't get a man. You don't have the right to work at anything but a secretary at the studio. I know you want an executive position, but you aren't going to get it, because those jobs belong to men."
"Good night, Roberta," said Connie, and slammed down the phone.
Connie couldn't believe either one of her friends. They both had such old-fashioned notions of what a woman was supposed to want.
She wondered if she was, indeed, the only sane girl left in the entire town of Pineville. And perhaps she was!
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie discovered that there were a few other women who felt as she did. She had been rebuffed at work several times when she wanted to find out if she could do something besides be a secretary. And each time she was told that she couldn't because the men had the jobs.
Finally, she was offered a post of assistant program director. She replaced Mr. Havelon, but a few weeks after she had taken on the job, she discovered that she was being paid over four thousand dollars less per year than he had been making.
"I thought I should get the same salary, at least," she said to the chief of the station. He only laughed at her.
"But you're a woman," he said to her. "Women don't need to earn as much. I'm sorry, but you'll take that salary if you want the job."
Connie was furious, and she spoke vociferously about that injustice to anyone who would listen to her.
In the course of her arguing, she had been overheard by some other women who sympathized with her.
"Me, too," said one woman at the local supermarket. "I work for Acme Industries and I was passed over for a promotion because I'm female." , Several other women also had similar stories, and they decided to form a group to see what they could do. They called their group, POW, for Protect Oppressed Women, and their slogan was POW POWER!, which they plastered on walls all over the town.
"We've got to make the male oppressors see that we cannot be treated like animals," shouted Connie at one meeting.
Word of their meetings spread around town, even though the TV station that Connie worked for refused to cover it.
It was their refusal to cover the meetings that actually protected Connie for a while, because as soon as they discovered that she was a charter member of POW, she was fired instantly.
Now she was really furious. She couldn't get a really good position at the station because she was a woman, and when she fought that injustice, she was fired even from being a secretary.
The women of POW decided that it was time to seriously organize all the women of Pineville. They did manage to get several dozen women with similar feelings, and they decided to hold a rally and march to call attention to the plight of the Pineville women.
Connie even made an attempt to contact Susan and Roberta, though she felt from the start that these two lamebrains wouldn't even know what she was talking about.
"You're crazy!" cried Roberta. "Just what are you doing?"
"Women have rights, too," said Connie. "And I think we should organize and let everyone know that we want them."
"You'll just get into trouble," said Roberta. "I don't want any part of it. No, I'm not going to join you, and that's final."
"But don't you see how you are being oppressed?" asked Connie.
"No, I don't, Connie," said Roberta. "How am I?" she asked.
"Your whole live revolves around your work at home. You don't get paid for it, you don't even had the right to make all decisions with Willie on equal terms. Willie decides everything you do."
"That's the way I want it," said Roberta. "I'm perfectly content to let Willie tell me what to do. He makes all the money so he can make all the decisions. Women don't have the ability to do these things."
Susan wasn't any better. "Oh, no, Connie," said Susan.
"But why?" asked Connie. "Why should you be the slave around the house? Why doesn't your husband treat you like a whole person instead of just a sex object?" Connie knew that Susan wouldn't be able to understand what she was talking about.
"Oh, Connie, a woman's place is at home, and though I don't expect you to see that, it's true. You should quit your job, and give up trying to be equal with men. Women aren't equal and that's all there is it it. You're just making trouble, and you're going to be sorry for it."
Connie knew that among her friends, or ex-friends, she stood alone, but she found strength with her "sisters" in the movement.
There was a scheduled rally at the Town Hall, where the aldermen were holding a meeting. They wanted to demonstrate their support for a bill introduced into the Town Council that would-prohibit discrimination against women.
The demonstration started orderly enough, but as the taunts of the crowd, mostly men, though an occasional woman surprisingly enough joined them, became really loud and noisy, a wild melee broke put and the cops had to break up the demonstration.
The cops immediately ignored the crowd, and started to collar the women demonstrators, including Connie.
"Okay, you fucking lezzies," cried the chief of police. "You're gonna be put in the fucking can! Now move your dyke asses."
Connie was grabbed by a cop who threw her down to the ground. When she tried to protect herself, by putting her arms in front of her, the cop accused her of trying to resist arrest, and practically threw her into a waiting police car.
She and several other women were brought to the police station. She had cuts and bruises on various parts of her body, but she still felt that she was doing something that had to be done.
"Okay, you fucking dyke!" cried the police sergeant at the desk. "We're gonna make you sorry for creating trouble."
"I didn't create trouble," protested Connie. "Your cops did it!"
That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because the arresting cop grabbed her and threw her into a small room.
"Now what was that?" he asked Connie in a sinister tone of voice. "I did it?"
Connie was silent. She knew the police were being brutal, and she intended to contact her lawyer to file a formal complaint.
"Hey, you're not talking?" he said. "Well, we got ways, baby."
"I want to call my lawyer," she said. "I'm allowed that."
"You don't tell me what you are allowed," he sneered. "I tell you."
"It's my Constitutional right," Connie vehemently insisted.
"Oh, yeah? Well, we'll see about your rights," he said. "What about the rights of us men? We got rights, too! And we got the right to have our women where we Want them."
"You don't have a right like that," insisted Connie.
"Sure we do. We got rights like all men.
You women belong to us men, unless you are fucking lezzies, which I think all of you are anyway."
"I belong to no one except myself," said Connie. "And that is true for everyone, men and woman alike with no exceptions."
The cop laughed. "Oh, yeah? You belong to no one? Well, we'll see about that. I think you might just belong to me, at least for the next half hour. And then we'll see what rights you have."
Connie didn't quite understand what he was saying to her, but when he started to push her around, she began to realize that he had every intention of raping her.
"You get your fucking hands off me!" she cried when the cop began to paw at her shoulders. "I'm gonna scream."
"You're already screaming and notice how no one around here gives a fucking shit!" The cop started to pull at her blouse, trying to unbutton it without tearing it. When she resisted further, he pulled her blouse right off, ripping it to shreds.
Connie yelled at the top of her lungs, but the cop clamed his hands over her mouth. She tried to fight him, but was unsuccessful.
"If you rape me, I'm gonna get you fired off the force!" she cried.
He laughed. "I ain't gonna rape you. I'm just gonna fuck you! And besides, I bet you wanna be raped. I bet you ain't had a cock in ages."
"Just don't you touch me!" she screamed, backing herself into a corner. "I'm warning you! Get your hands off me!"
The cop pushed her down onto the floor again, and he started to rub his hands against her tits. "You sure got nice tits, baby!"
"Don't touch me!" she screamed. "Help! Help! Ohh! Help!"
"Ain't gonna do you much good," he shouted as he started to pinch her tits. He began to get really horny and when he started to tug at her slacks, the struggle that she put up made him even hornier.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna ram my fucking dick right up your cunt!"
"You get away from me! Help! Don't you touch me, you fucking pig!"
"You called me a pig? Well, I'm gonna show you who the fucking pig really is! You're a fucking pig, baby, 'cause you sleep around with any guy you see. And I'm gonna prove it. If I fuck you, it's gonna prove that you like to fuck around!"
The cop laughed at his own logic, but Connie knew that she was ultimately powerless to prevent him from fucking her.
The cop's dick was bulging out from his pants, and the more they struggled, the harder his prick became.
"Baby, feel this dick!" he cried as he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his fly. "It's real hard, baby."
She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what was happening.
"Oh, baby, you don't wanna see that big dick ramming your hole?"
"No!" she screamed. "I hate you! Get away from me!"
"You ain't gonna hate what I'm gonna do to you. You're gonna love me for it. I'm gonna save you from becoming a lezzie."
"I'd rather be a lesbian than let you fuck me!" she said.
"Oh, so you admit to being a lezzie?" he sneered. "Right?"
"Wrong! I am not a lesbian, but if all men were like you, I certainly would become one right away, pig cop!"
"One more crack like that, and I'm gonna split your fucking pussy wide open!" she shouted. "See this nightstick?" he cried.
Connie looked away. She knew that he could really hurt her if he fucked her with the nightstick, and she knew that further resistance simply would give herself the worst of the bargain.
"Yeah, you're calming down, baby," he said. "That's good."
"Oh, shut up," she said. "You really disgust me a lot."
"Too bad," he said. "You libbers disgust me, so we're even."
The cop had also calmed down, but he didn't lose sight of his intention of fucking her. His dick was rock-hard now, and when he forced her to rub her hand against his fly, he felt so hot that he could almost come right in his uniform.
"Yeah, baby, that dick is hard!" he cried. "And you're gonna be the one to make it soft. So just relax and you might as well enjoy it."
"I have no intention of enjoying it," she said, resignedly.
"Well, just relax anyway, baby," he said. "Because my dick is gonna feel real good sliding in and out of your pussy."
Connie felt his hand reaching inside her slacks. He unsnapped the top and started to pull down her zipper.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna get you really wet," he said, fingering her fuzzy bush. "I just love hot cunt, and I bet you got the hottest cunt in all of Pineville, don'cha?"
"Find out for yourself," she said. "That's what you are gonna do anyway."
"You bet I am," he gleefully cried as he pulled down her slacks and rubbed his fingers against her panties.
The cop started to unzip his fly. He reached into the opening and pulled out his cock and balls. As he pulled down her panties, he pressed the tip of his dick against her furry snatch.
"Yeah, baby, feel that cock!" he cried as she slowly squeezed his tool between her cunt flaps. Connie gritted her teeth. She knew that she could make things easier for herself if she went along with him, but she couldn't get herself to do that.
He pressed his meat further into her hole. Though she didn't want to respond to him, she could feel her lubricating juices starting to flow out of her hole, and his dick slid into her cunt even easier.
"Oh, baby, your cunt is getting hot!" he cried. "You're gonna really love getting fucked now, baby. I'm gonna jab this prick hard!"
His cock slid into her hole inch by inch, and her juices were flowing more rapidly now. As he squeezed her tits, he could even feel her nipples getting stiff and erect.
His penis was now firmly embedded within her snatch. His balls were pressed up hard against her glistening pussy, and he started to pump his pole back and forth along her female canal.
"Ohhh! Baby, feel that cock!" he cried. "Feel that hard dick."
Her body wrapped itself around his pole, and she did enjoy his pecker in spite of her vow to resist him. Her cunt was oozing hot syrups faster and faster and she began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her.
The cop rubbed her tits even harder, and he started to bend over and lick her nipples. She really loved that, and her breathing became deeper. Her whole body was responding to him.
"Ohh! Get fucked, baby!" he cried. "Feel that fucking dick! Feel it, baby! Feel my balls slamming against you!"
He plowed through her snatch faster and faster. Connie began to reach for his balls, and when she started to fondle them, she rubbed them harder and harder, letting the cop know that she was finally enjoying it.
"I knew you'd like it, baby," he said. "No pussy can resist my fucking hard cock! And you ain't no exception!"
His dick smashed back and forth along her hole, and the sides of her snatch could feel the tiny droplets of come that had seeped out of the tip of his throbbing and thrusting dick meat.
"Oh! Oh!" she started to gasp. The cop grinned. He really had started to turn her on, and that made his dick even harder.
"Oh, baby, feel it! Feel my fucking hard cock! Spread you legs wide, baby! Ohhh! I'm gonna fuck you even harder now!"
"Yes," she whispered in a small voice. "I want it now!"
"What was that?" he asked not really being sure he heard right.
"Fuck me!" she said again. "I want you to fuck me hard!"
"You bet, baby," he cried. His cock really started to go wild inside her hole. Despite herself, she was feeling really good as he pumped his tool over and over, and her whole pussy was sopping wet now.
Their bodies twisted and writhed on the floor of that small room, and the cop could feel his gism almost ready to rise up out of his dick, and flood her pussy with his hot steamy cock cream.
"Fuck me!" she cried louder. Her cries of ecstasy had replaced her cries of agony of only a few moments ago.
The cop was going wild. "Feel that cock!" he cried. "Feel my fucking hard dick!" He smashed his prick so hard into her hungry hole that he was sure he was going to break right into her asshole.
His balls quivered and trembled. It would be just a few moments before his come would spurt out off his tool.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, feeling her hot lubricating honeys pouring out of her snatch. His cock was coated with her female creams.
"Yeah, baby! Ohhhh!" he cried. "Ohh, I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna come! Get fucked, you fucking lezzy dyke."
His cock went wild, and she could feel the hot gushes of steaming male foam pouring out oof the tip of his hard dick.
"Ohhh! I'm coming! I'm comin!" he cried. "Get fucked. Feel that come! I'm shooting! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Get fucked!"
His dong poured so much gism into her snatch that it mixed with her lubricating cream and began to pour back out of her pussy.
Their combined come cream began to drip all over her bush and his cock and balls. He writhed around on the floor with her until the very last drop of hot sperm dripped off his cock.
"Ohhh!" he moaned as he finally pulled his tool out of her hole. "Baby, you sure had a fucking hot cunt!"
Connie was silent. She hated herself for not resisting him. Though she had really gone wild when his prick was rammed up her slit, she wished she hadn't been so weak, and now she felt guilty for enjoying his dick.
"You ain't no lezzie, that's for sure," he said, grinning.
"I wish I was," she said. "I think I'd prefer another cunt to your slimy prick. You disgust me," she said, though in reality she disgusted herself.
"Hey, you're a fucking hypocrite," he said, sneeringly.
"And you're a fucking pervert. You're a fucking rapist!"
"That's a lie. You enjoyed it. You really loved my cock, baby."
"Are all cops like you? Do you always take advantage of women?"
"Oh, you're just like the rest of those tarts. You love cock, but you won't admit it even to yourself. Why don't you wise up and learn what a woman is supposed to be. If you agree never to demonstrate again, we'll let you go. Just don't be such a smart-ass and say you don't like cock when there's nothing in the world you like better."
"I'll never give up demonstrating," said Connie vehemently.
"Never? How are you gonna demonstrate when you're in jail?"
"I'll find a way, and then when I get out I'll demonstrate again."
"Then you'll be put right back in jail," sneered the cop.
"Then I'll demonstrate in jail again, and then out of jail again, and I won't stop protesting the lousy treatment of women until everything is equal between men and women," said Connie.
"That will never happen, because men aren't going to give up being men, and women will still be women. And women aren't equal."
Connie knew that there was no use to argue with the cop. She only wished that she hadn't been so weak as to let him fuck her. Perhaps, had she continued to scream for help, someone would have come to her rescue, despite what the cop said.
She was allowed to adjust her clothing, and then the two of them walked out of the closed interrogation room.
"Book her," said the cop as he led her to the desk. "She's a hard-core troublemaker. We'll see what prison does to change her."
Connie was helpless. She had contacted her lawyer, but it would be a while before he could raise the bail, and she was immediately sent to the Pineville Detention Center for Women.
"Now you're going to have to learn how to behave," said the judge, as he leered at her. Connie wondered if there weren't any fair-minded men around in this town.
Her lawyer had contacted her friends, but instead of giving her comfort in her time of need, they jeered at her for having gotten herself into this kind of trouble.
The only people who offered her any comfort were her fellow demonstrators, and they, too, were being arrested and sent to prison.
And to' top things off, Connie was fired from her job at the television studio, as they piously said that they didn't want members of their staff to engage in controversial issues.
CHAPTER SIX
Connie was put in a cell with other women, most of whom she hated immediately on sight. They were quite seedy-looking, and some of them smelled really awful.
"Look!" cried one. "A young pretty one. Who gets her first?"
"I do!" cried another strange-looking woman. Connie began to feel an even greater fear than she felt when the cop was about to rape her, and she wondered if the prison guards would actually allow this to happen.
Connie felt one woman grabbing at her tits. She tried to pull away from them, but there were too many of them, and they were too eager for her body for her to escape from them.
"Help! Help!" she cried, screaming out into the corridors.
The women laughed. "Go ahead and scream," one cried. "You ain't gonna get out of here. We got rights to you and you hafta let us."
"No! I don't have to do anything!" screamed Connie loudly.
She rushed over to the bars of the cell and screamed for the matron to aid her. The women laughed, but soon a female guard did appear, moments before all the grabbing hands were about to rip off her shredded clothes. "What's going on here?" the guard demanded.
"Nothing!" cried the women, retreating away from Connie.
"They're attacking me!" cried Connie. "You've got to get me out of here. You've got to help me!" she begged.
"Well, honey, you're just not used to the ways here," she said.
"I don't care! You've got to get me out of this madhouse."
"Only the judge and your lawyer can do that, dearie," she said.
"I mean put me somewhere else then," cried Connie. "I can't stand it here! They're going to kill me!" she screamed.
The matron laughed. "I don't think they are going to do that," she said. "But if you really don't like it here, sure I'll move you."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" said Connie, practically falling all over the guard in thanks. She was sure she had found a friend.
"Goodbye!" cried the women, irritated that they had lost a new body to play around with, but they knew what was going to happen to Connie, even if she didn't know.
"Come with me, honey," said the matron. "Now we'll talk about what cell we'll have to place you in. This isn't a hotel, you know."
"I know. But I can't stand that type of woman. They are really degenerate. They were going to rape me, I know it."
"They are horny, those women," explained the guard. "They haven't had a man in a long time. One of them has been in here six years."
"I'm not a man," said Connie. "Why do they want me?"
"Because a woman is better than nothing to them. They are hot, and you are a pretty girl, and they like pretty girls."
"Well, I don't like them," said Connie. "I hate them all."
"You shouldn't be too hard on them, dearie," said the woman.
"I can't help it. The way they lunged at me made me sick."
"Well, don't you worry. They won't bother you again. From now on, I'll see that you aren't mistreated here, okay?"
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" said Connie, extremely grateful.
"It's all right, dearie," said the matron. "I wouldn't want anyone being too rough on you here, so just relax."
Connie began to like the matron. She felt she could talk to her and not be treated as one of the enemy.
Connie was shown to another cell. This one was larger, and more importantly, it was empty. Connie would be alone in it.
"Oh, I really appreciate this," she said. "Thank you so much."
"Quite all right," said the matron, who was remaining in the cell with Connie. "I wouldn't want anyone to mistreat you."
Connie felt so glad that someone was looking after her interests, that she paid no attention to the matron pressing her body against hers.
"You're really a sweet girl, and I know some of the inmates here can be rough. So you will always know you have a friend in me," she said.
"Oh, I do appreciate to so much. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met," said Connie. "If it wasn't for you, I would really be in a bad way now. Thank you again."
"Sure, honey," said the woman, now putting her arm around Connie's shoulder. "We're going to get along quite famously."
Connie began to feel a bit funny. She wasn't used to a woman putting her arm on her, but she certainly wasn't going to say something about it, because this guard was her friend. She needed her as a friend, too, but was unsure of what to do next.
"I'm sure glad that you were put in my section," said the guard.
"Uh, yes," said Connie. "So am I." The more the woman touched her, however, the less sure that she was better off where she was.
The guard now slowly worked her fingers into Connie's torn blouse. "Yes, you are quite lovely," she said to Connie.
"Uh, thank you for my new cell," said Connie, hoping the guard would now go away and leave her alone for a while.
"Sure, dearie," replied the matron, but instead of leaving Connie by herself, she started to fondle Connie's tits.
Connie didn't know how to ask the woman to stop. "I'm quite tired now," she said but that didn't work either.
"Doesn't this feel good?" asked the guard as she rubbed her fingertips against Connie's nipples. "I think it feels great whenever someone rubs my nipples. I love that."
"Uh, I don't like it," said Connie. "I'd rather you didn't touch me there. It's late and I'm tired now."
"Where do you like to be touched?" asked the matron.
"Um, no place," she said. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"Oh? What kind of girl doesn't like to be touched?" she asked.
"I mean I don't like to be touched by another female."
"You don't? You mean you don't like what I'm doing to you only because I'm female? I thought you were one of those women who didn't want other women to be discriminated against."
"Well, I am, but...." Connie was at a loss for words now.
"So why don't you want me to touch you? If I were a man, you'd love getting your tits rubbed and caressed, right?"
"Uh, yeah, but well, perhaps it's too late, and I'm tired."
"You already said that. Well, if it's so late, perhaps you'd like to go back to your cell now," suggested the guard.
"Wait a second," said Connie. "I thought this was my cell now."
"You cell is with those other women," said the guard. "We keep all the uncooperative women in one cell like that."
"But I'm not uncooperative," protested Connie. "Am I?"
"I think you are," said the matron. "I want to rub your tits, and you certainly aren't cooperating with me."
Connie began to realize what was happening. It had taken her a while to understand that the matron was being friendly only because she was turned on by Connie. She was in a dilemma now. She could refuse to have sex with the guard, but that only meant sex, and violent sex, at the hands of those wild perverted animals in that other cell.
"I've just never done it with a woman before," said Connie.
The matron smiled. "I understand, dearie," she said. "It's quite nice, really. All you have to do is relax. I understand that it would be your first time. I'll be gentle with you, but I'm sure that you are going to enjoy it."
"Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?" asked Connie hopefully.
"No, dearie. I rather fancy you, with your pretty face and well-developed bust. And tomorrow, your lawyer might get you out of here."
That was exactly what Connie had been hoping for, but it was obviously out of the question. "What are two women supposed to do?"
"Just relax, dearie," said the matron. "I'll make sure that you enjoy everything that we do together. I love luscious big tits, which is exactly what you have. I'm sure that if you suck on my tits, you'll also really get turned on.
"I've never sucked on tits before," said Connie. "What do I do?"
"Here," said the matron, unbuttoning her uniform. "Feel this."
She put Connie's hand on her breasts, and forced Connie to rub her tits really hard. Connie did it, but her own body wasn't responding.
The matron, however, started to lick Connie's tits now, and Connie was finally starting to get excited. Her nipples became hard and erect.
"Ohhh!" moaned the guard, "I love licking hot fleshy melons."
Her teeth clamped down a bit too hard on Connie's nipples and Connie emitted a groan of pain. Her body quivered as her tits hurt.
"Sorry, dearie," said the matron, lessening the pressure a bit.
"Please don't bite so hard," said Connie, wishing she wouldn't bite on her tits and nipples at all. "It hurts."
"It's your first time. I keep forgetting," said the matron.
Connie began to feel better as the matron stopped biting her nipples and only began to lick them wildly with her tongue.
"Ohh!" moaned Connie, as her vagina started to secrete her hot juices. They oozed out of her slit slowly at first, but the matron was able to detect even the slight movement of the fluid, and she reached into Connie's slacks and started to finger her.
"You've got a really hot pussy, dearie," said the guard.
The guard felt her own snatch getting itchy, and she loosened the skirt of her uniform. She took hold of Connie's hand and brought it between her passionate thighs.
"Feel this," said the guard, pulling Connie's hand up to her moist bush. "It's hot, just like your cunt."
Connie was starting to get excited now. She never had thought that she could feel pleasure with another woman, but now, her cunt was almost as hot as it would be if she were being fucked by a man.
Connie's body began to squirm and twist as the guard fingered her hole. The woman inserted a finger inside of Connie's snatch, and she pressed it in deeper and deeper.
"I bet you wish my finger was a stiff hard cock," said the guard.
"Oh, yes," moaned Connie. "I want a hard cock now."
"Well, you don't have a cock to stuff inside your pussy, but you can feel my fingers in your cunt, and you can finger my pussy."
The two women were slowly starting to finger one another. Connie felt warmer and wetter than she would have thought possible, and her tits were now aching with pleasure as the guard continued to rub those nipples.
"Fuck my pussy with your fingers," moaned the guard. "Slide your hands all the way up my cunt. I want you to fuck me."
The guard slowly began to strip entirely. Her blouse came off and then her skirt, all the time being careful not to let Connie's fingers slip out of her vaginal passageway.
"Oh! Oh!" moaned Connie as the guard began to remove her clothes, too. "Oh, that's so good. My cunt feels so hot!"
The matron beamed. "Good, dearie," she said. "Your cunt is going to feel lots better when I get through with it."
Now the two women were naked and they were on the floor of the tiny cell. Their hands were rammed into each other's pussies.
Connie's juices streamed out of her snatch quite wildly. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure and she closed her eyes and imagined that a huge big dick was ramming into her hole.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my hole! Ram my cunt! Ohhh!"
The matron started to go really wild. "I'm gonna ram your cunt, baby. I'M gonna ram it with my fingers and my tongue!"
The guard twisted her body around until her face was pressing up against Connie's vagina. Her nose was buried in the girl's bush, and she flicked her tongue out on that delicate organ.
"Oh, that's so good!" screamed Connie. "Lick my pussy!"
"It tastes good," squealed the guard. "You have a hot pussy, baby, and I'm gonna lick out all your fucking hot juices."
"Do it! Ohhh! Do it! Lick me out! Suck me out! Lick my cunt!"
Connie was going wild. It was much better than she had ever imagined it could be, and she wondered if deep down perhaps she wasn't a lesbian after all. Getting her cunt licked by a woman felt so good and hot.
"Now you lick my cunt, too!" cried the guard. "You lick and suck my fucking hot pussy, baby. I want that tongue up my snatch!"
"Yes!" screamed Connie. "I want to lick your hot quim. Let me have every drop of your hot steaming pussy cream! I want to munch on your twat!"
"Mmmm!" cried the guard, as Connie's tongue started to search about that hot canal. "Lick out my fucking hot cunt hole! Ohhh! Lick me!"
Connie was thrashing about now, her tongue deeply embedded within the matron's lusting snatch. Her tongue licked up the juices quickly.
"Suck me out!" cried the guard. "Suck my fucking hot cunt!"
Connie's hot juices flowed like a waterfall. The woman's tongue was working so rapidly that Connie wondered if her cunt would dry out.
Their bodies were twisting together as they thrashed about on the cell floor. Each one was licking the other's pussy, and Connie felt as if she might actually climax.
If she did, it would be a first. She had never climaxed when she masturbated, and the only times she would climax was if a guy with a really hard dick fucked her.
"Oooh!" squealed Connie. "I'm so hot. Ohh! It feels so good! I love it! Lick me! Ohh! I want more! Suck me out! Ohhh!"
The guard too felt her pussy ready to explode. She had buried her nose deeply into Connie's quim, and she was sucking and licking that burning channel as hard as she could.
They had thought they were alone, but suddenly a booming masculine voice called out to them from the corridor.
"Miss Avalon!" cried the voice. "What are you doing?"
The guard froze. She quickly turned around and saw her superior officer glaring hard at her. She started to panic.
"Don't stop!" moaned Connie, unaware that they had been interrupted. "Keep licking my pussy! I want that tongue up my cunt!"
The officer quickly entered the cell. "How many times have I told you never to do this?" he screamed at the guard.
"Uh, um ... I'm sorry," she said, withdrawing her fingers and mouth from Connie's lubricated vaginal hole.
"Sorry? You don't look sorry! You look like you are enjoying sucking cunt. How do you know this girls likes lezzie activities?"
"Oh, I do! I do!" moaned Connie who was now dimly aware of what was going on. "I love it! I want to get my cunt sucked."
"Oh, yeah?" said the officer. "If you do, you had better have a man suck out your pussy!" He entered the cell and started to rub his fly.
The female guard started to get up. "Don't leave me," said Connie. "I want you. You will protect me, please."
"I'll protect you," said the officer, slowly starting to take out his prick and balls from his opened fly. "I'll protect you from this cunt lapper. And as I suck your pussy, you can lick my dick."
"No!" cried Connie. "I don't want you! I want her!"
"See?" said the guard. "She likes a woman eating her pussy."
The officer growled. "Fucking perverts, all of you," he snarled.
"No, I just want her because she was nice to me, and made me feel good," said Connie. "She was gentle with me."
"I'll be gentle with you, too," said the officer. "Now you be nice with me, and lick my hard meat, baby."
The officer pressed his pecker up to Connie's lips. She didn't want to take his dick into her mouth, but he held onto her head and pulled it close to his crotch. His penis slid easily into her mouth.
"Yeah, baby," he moaned. "Now lick that cock! Suck it good!"
She had no choice but to obey him, and as she started to lick his prong she felt a hand r rubbing against her vagina.
"Ohhh!" moaned Connie. "Fuck my pussy! Ohhh! My cunt feels so hot! Ohhh! I want something hard inside my cunt."
"You lick that cock first," he cried. "And then you can get it right between your fucking legs, baby doll."
"Ohhh! It's so good!" moaned Connie. "Ohhh, I want cock!"
The officer started to pump his tool back and forth inside of Connie's mouth. His balls were pressing hard against her lips, and she used her tongue to coat his balls with her hot mouth juice.
"Suck it baby!" he cried. "Eat me! Ohh! Eat that cock!"
The matron looked hungrily at Connie, and as the officer was ramming his tool into her race, she began to finger Connie's pussy.
Connie was really going wild now. It felt as if she were being fucked my a cock in her hole as both the officer and the matron were fingering her snatch. And that cock in her mouth was driving her wild.
"Ohhh!" moaned Connie as her face was being stuffed with that hard prong. "Ohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want that dick!"
"Eat my balls, baby," cried the officer as he started to squeeze his balls into her lips. "Eat them. Suck on those hot nuts."
Her whole body was turning into a fountain of hot cunt juice. Her pussy was lubricating up so much, that she knew she would soon be drained of all that pussy cream.
"Ohh! Ohh!" cried Connie, writhing about in ecstasy.
The matron started to press her pussy near Connie's mouth, hoping to get a licking from Connie's tongue as the girl sucked on the officer's hard penis. Sometimes, Connie's tongue would indeed flick out and she would start to lick the Matron's hot pussy.
"Don't lick her cunt!" cried the officer. "I want you to suck my fucking dick! Eat that cock, baby! I feel like ramming it all the way down your fucking throat! Now suck that prick! Eat me. Eat my hard dick!"
He smashed his tool harder and harder into her face. She moaned as she felt his pecker ramming down her throat. She almost gagged on such a huge hard piece of cock meat.
The matron was starting to finger-fuck herself. She couldn't feel Connie's tongue in her slit, or even the girl's hand up her snatch because the officer, the woman's superior, wouldn't let Connie do it.
As the matron fingered herself, she went wild, moaning and rolling about on the floor. She was really ramming her hands up her snatch, and every now and then, she would rub her bush against Connie's body.
The officer felt as if he was about to come. His dick throbbed passionately inside her face, and just when Connie believed he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Now lick my cunt!" cried the matron, seeing her opportunity.
The officer didn't care now what Connie started to lick. He was going to ram his pole inside her snatch, and that was what he concerned himself with. His hard-on squeezed between the flaps of her vaginal snatch.
"Ohhh!" moaned Connie as she spread her legs quite wide.
"Yeah, take that cock!" cried the officer. "You love hard cock! Now get fucked! Get really fucked, you fucking lezzie."
Connie didn't care what he called her, but she loved it. She knew that she wasn't a lesbian, because her pussy felt so much better with a dick shoved in, but she did enjoy sucking out pussy, and she continued to eat the cunt of the matron who pressed her nest into Connie's face.
She licked cunt and felt cock up her slit, and her entire body was trembling with pleasure. She had the best of both worlds.
"Ohh!" cried the officer. "Ohh, baby, feel that dick!"
"Fuck me!" screamed Connie. "Fuck me!
Fuck my fucking hot hole! Make me come! I want to come! Fuck my cunt! Ram that cock into me!"
Connie writhed and twisted about in the floor of the cell. The level of pleasure she was feeling was so high that she didn't ever think she could come down to earth again.
The officer was on the verge of shooting his hot cream. He grabbed hold of her tits, and pinched Connie so hard he was sure he would break off her nipples. "Ohh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Ooooh!"
Connie's boobs were tender and fleshy and as the officer started to shoot his gism, he rubbed and massaged them so hard that she groaned with a combination of hot pleasure and wildly delicious pain.
"Fuck me!" screamed Connie, "fuck me, fuck me, ohhh! I want that cock! Fuck me! I want more cock! Fuck my hole. Fuck me! Ohhh!"
The guy went wild, smashing his dick so hard into her snatch, that she felt she would explode. It felt as if his cock was breaking into her hot and aching asshole.
The guy started to ejaculate. "Ohh!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'm shooting! Feel that dick! Oooh! Feel that dick! Get fucked. Oh! Oh!"
His hot scummy cream poured into her hole rapidly and it started to coat her pussy walls.
She twisted and writhed about as she absorbed all of that hot semen. Her whole body was feeling gloriously dirty.
"Take it, baby," he cried as he rammed his hard dick as far as it could go down her snatch. "Ohh! Feel that come!"
His body twisted violently as the last of his cream poured out of his hard-on. It was wild and Connie held onto his ass to prevent him from taking his tool out of her vagina.
The matron was feeling Connie's tongue lapping up all her lubricating juices, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt like coming also. The matron was squirming and wriggling on the floor as her clit was driving her completely crazy.
"Lick my pussy! Lick me! Make me come! Make my pussy come!"
Connie licked and sucked as hard as she could. Her cunt tasted so good that Connie couldn't get enough of that hot pussy juice.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ahhh! Suck my cunt! Lick it! Ohh! Ohh!"
Connie slurped and sucked so hard, that she drew out gallons of hot pussy cream from the matron's hot snatch.
Suddenly, the matron began to scream wildly. Her clit was sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. She trembled with delight.
"Suck me out!" cried the woman. "Suck my cunt! Eat me! Ohhh!"
Connie licked and sucked rapidly. Her entire tongue was inserted inside the matron's hole. She felt such an outpouring of syrup that it felt to her as if she was drowning in cunt juice.
"Ohhh!" cried the matron. "I'm coming! Oh, my cunt is on fire! Eat me! Eat me! Suck me out! Suck out my fucking hot cunt juices!"
The two females writhed about on the floor as the officer watched them from a distance. He had gotten up off Connie, and now he was putting his spent cock and balls back inside his pants.
"fucking lezzies!" he cried, as he zipped up the fly of his pants.
They ignored him. They were really going wild, and as the matron got sucked out, she fingered Connie's hole, drawing out even more honey.
It took a while for their bodies to calm down, and by then, the officer had gone, leaving them all alone.
"Oh, it was wonderful," moaned Connie, as she felt her pussy finally cooling off. "I just loved the way he fucked me."
"Yeah, well, if you love cock so much, why are you fighting the men on the outside?" the matron asked Connie.
"Oh, can't you understand?" wailed Connie. She wondered if perhaps she wasn't the crazy one. After all, most women simply didn't agree with her point of view.
"There's nothing to understand," said the matron. "You want to just stir up trouble. And that's why you are in here. You'll have to go back to that cell now."
"No, I don't want to go back there," cried Connie. "Please, no!"
"Yes," said the matron, smiling evilly. "You deserve it. You preferred his cock to my tongue and pussy, and for that, you are going back with the other perverts."
"But I like cock," said Connie. "I can't help that. Really."
"You could if you tried," said the woman, "but you will have to go back. I thought I was doing you a favor, but you let me down."
"I'm sorry. If you let me stay here, you can come back in the morning, and we'll eat each other out again. Please don't send me back."
"Sorry, you asshole, you had your chance, and you muffed it!"
"I beg you! Don't send me back to that hell hole!" wailed Connie.
The matron ignored her and forced Connie to dress. Then she started to lead her back into that cell full of strange women.
Just as Connie was about to be thrown to the lions, the officer who had fucked her came along. "What are you doing?" he asked the guard.
"Just putting her back where she belongs," said the matron.
"No, that's for animals," he said. "You send her with me."
"But...!"
"Don't argue with me," shouted the officer. "Do as I say!"
"Very well," said the matron.
"Quickly," said the officer, hurrying the woman along.
"Yes, sir," she said. She was quite upset, and practically furious. She wanted to punish Connie for preferring cock to pussy, but she wasn't able to do that now."
"Thank you," said Connie. "Thank you so much. Where are you going to bring me?"
"You're free to go," he said.
"I am what?"
"Free to go."
"Oh, thank you."
"Don't thank me. Thank your lawyer," said the officer. And Connie vowed to do just that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie was released and she went back home. She reached for a bottle of scotch, and sat down on the sofa and proceeded to get drunk.
Before she could swig down too much liquor, the telephone rang.
It was Roberta. Connie wasn't particularly disposed to talking to Roberta, but her friend sounded quite desperate.
"What's the matter?" asked Connie, not really caring.
"It's Willie!" cried Roberta. "He really hurt me this time!"
"What did he do now?" asked Connie, having a few of her own hurts that needed to heal. She didn't know why she was spending time with Roberta when Roberta had no sympathy for her earlier.
Roberta proceeded to tell Connie what her husband had done to her. And the more Connie listened, the more convinced she became that Roberta might very well indeed take up the banner of women's lib.
She had come home from the market after a day of shopping. She had wanted to see Willie at work, but had passed the shop and the door was locked and no one answered.
When she got home, she looked forward to seeing her husband. She was quite horny and she wanted his cock.
"What's for dinner?" he asked, the moment he walked in the door.
"Uh, hamburgers," she said from the kitchen, as she prepared his dinner. He made some noise, and she became upset. "You like hamburgers," she said to him.
"I don't feel like eating them tonight," he said. "I want a good thick juicy steak." Roberta came out from the kitchen.
"How about something else that's hot and juicy?" she said, taking his hand and rubbing it against her wet crotch.
"No, I want something to eat," he said, pulling away from her.
"You can eat my pussy," she said. "I'm really hot tonight."
"Well, I'm not. I'm not interested now. I want to eat food."
Roberta was disappointed, but she couldn't do anything about it now. "Shall I go back to the market and get you a steak?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered curtly. "That's just what you should do."
Roberta pout on her coat and went out. She returned half an hour later with a steak for her husband, and when she got back, he was ranting and raving about something.
"What's wrong?" she asked him. "Please calm down, dear."
"There's no fucking beer in the fridge!" he shouted at her.
"Oh, dear, I forgot to buy some," she said. "Isn't there at least one bottle in the back of the refrigerator?"
"No, you forgot to buy it! I work all day and you do nothing all day."
"Uh, I was shopping and cleaning and cooking," she said to him.
"That's nothing. I was working. Where is the fucking beer?"
"Uh, the deli is open. Couldn't you go out and pick up a six pack?"
"Me? I was working all day. Why don't you go? You forgot to buy it before. I don't want to go out again tonight."
"Oh, I thought we were going to the movies tonight," she said.
"I'm too tired. Some other night. Now go out and get the beer."
"Very well," said Roberta. She put on her coat again and went out.
When she returned, he was lying on the sofa, reading a magazine.
"Here's your beer," she said to him, giving him a glass.
"What the fuck do I want a glass for?" he sneered at her.
"Oh." She took the glass back and just gave him the open bottle.
"That's better," he said, and started to take a few swigs.
"Dinner will be ready in a moment," she said as she went back into the kitchen to prepare the steak she had bought.
She was quite upset. She was horny, and he wouldn't fuck her. She was tired, yet she had to run all the errands. And she had been promised a night at the movies tonight, and he wouldn't go.
He ate the dinner silently and then flicked on the television.
"Let's make love," she said to him, rubbing her hands on his fly.
"Take your hands off me," she was told. "I'm too tired."
"You can't be tired for sex," she said. "We haven't had sex in almost a week now. I'm really horny, Willie."
"Well, I'm not, so take your hands off my fly, Roberta."
Roberta withdrew her hands. She was very upset, but she said nothing to him. She didn't want to irritate him further.
The next day, she was out shopping again, and again she stopped by the sex store that Willie worked in.
Again, the door was locked. Roberta suddenly remembered that when she first met him and they had fucked in the store, he locked the door.
She walked around to the side, and managed to peek in a small side window. She couldn't get a very clear view of what was going on, but the one thing she discovered was that he was there, and there was another woman in there with him, and he was on top of her!
Roberta felt hurt. She started to cry, but then she wiped the tears away from her eyes. She was still horny, and if he could fuck around, so could she. He wasn't going to cheat on her and get away with it.
Roberta went back to the grocery store, and placed a very large order, which she asked to have delivered.
"Certainly," said the grocer. "We'll send the boy right over."
"Thank you," said Roberta. She went home to wait for the boy.
Willie wasn't due until six, and now it was only four. She really liked one of the delivery boys, and when that boy showed up with the groceries, she offered him a beer.
"I'm not supposed to accept things," said Gary, the dark-haired fifteen-year-old. "Mr. Somers doesn't like it."
"Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him," said Roberta.
"Gee, I am awfully thirsty," said the boy. He accepted it.
"Good," said Roberta. "And here's your tip, too." She gave him a five-dollar bill, which he stood there, gawking at.
"This is five dollars!" he cried. "I don't have change."
"You don't have to give me change," said Roberta. "Keep it."
"Gee, you're awfully nice to me," the boy said to her.
"I can be even nicer to you if I felt like it," she said.
"Oh, how?" he asked. "I like people being nice to me."
"Are people usually nice to you?" she asked the delivery boy.
"Uh, yeah, except sometimes my girl friends aren't so nice."
"What do you mean by that?" Roberta asked. "Not nice to you?"
"Nah. Sometimes they don't even want me to kiss them," he said.
"Oh, that's terrible," she said sympathetically. "You can kiss me if you like. I'd never tell you, you couldn't kiss me."
Gary's face broke out into a big broad smile. "Id sure like to kiss you," he said to her, reaching over and pressing his lips to hers.
"Oh, that felt so nice," said Roberta. "Kiss me again."
"Sure," said the boy. "It felt nice to me, too," he told her.
Gary started to kiss her again, and the second time, she gently drew his body closer to hers. She slipped her tongue between his lips and he started to go wild with her.
"Ohh, I really like that!" he moaned. "That's French kissing."
"It sure it," she said. "And I like it most of all, Gary."
They started to kiss again, and she now slowly pushed him down onto the living room sofa, where her body was squeezed tightly against his.
She could feel her pussy juices starting to flow and she wished that he would rip off her clothes and ram his cock into her hole.
She wasn't sure just how far she could go with Gary. He was so young and innocent. But that made him all the more desirable.
"Gary," she started to say, "have your girl friends ever let you go all the way with them?" she asked him.
"All the way? You mean letting me do it to them? You mean, um ... "
"You can say it," said Roberta. "You don't have to be afraid."
"Yeah, I know," said Gary, though he was quite embarrassed.
"Have you ever fucked with your girl friends?" she asked him.
"Uh, well, no," he said. "They don't like it. They say a good girl doesn't do it. I don't think that's true."
"Of course that's not true, Gary," said Roberta. Good girls do it especially. That's why they are good girls, because they are very good at what they are doing."
"Oh," said Gary, "I wish my girl friends would let me fuck them. They are so up-tight. I don't know why they don't like it."
"They are just afraid of it," said Roberta. "They don't know what it is like, so they run away from it, but they are wrong. It is a really good and beautiful thing. I'm sure they would like it if they knew."
"Yeah, well, maybe they will let me fuck them some day," he said.
"Would you know what to do if they ever did?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure," he said. "I've read about it in books."
Roberta suppressed a laugh. "Well, you can only learn so much from books," she said. "They can't teach you everything."
"No, I suppose not," he said. "But where can I learn?"
"Oh, you never can tell when an education is right in front of your eyes," she said. "Perhaps I could teach you a thing or two."
"You could?" Gary's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Sure," she said. "I'd love to. You're just the kind of pupil I would love to have. And they say I'm a pretty good teacher."
"Oh, gee, would you teach me? I mean, then if I ever could fuck my girl firends, I'd know what I have to do."
"Well, sure," said Roberta. "Now the first thing you have to learn is to relax. Do you know how to relax?"
"Uh, sure," said the boy. "You just relax. I think. I guess."
"No, you're not relaxed," said Roberta. "Now you just lie back on the sofa, and I'll show you exactly what I mean."
"Okay," said the boy, who did exactly what Roberta suggested.
She started to put her arm around him, and as she did so, she felt her vagina starting to secrete her luscious fluids.
"Ohh, that's good," said Gary. "I like that. You feel warm."
"I will feel warmer soon," said Roberta. "But I am feeling real good now. Now put your hands between my legs and you'll feel something warm and wet. Give me your hand," she said.
She took hold of his hand, and placed it on her damp panties. He moaned with excitement as she pressed her crotch hard against his hand.
"How do you feel?" she asked him, though she knew the answer.
"Ohh, I feel good," he told her. "Real good, ohh, so good!"
"I know," she said. "And do you know how I know?" she asked.
"No, how?"
"Look between your legs. What do you see?" she asked him. "My pants."
"No, I mean what is there about your pants that looks different?"
"Uh, nothing. Oh, you mean the way they are bulging up front?"
"Yes. Your cock is getting hard. That's how I know," she said.
The boy blushed. "Yeah, I got a hard-on. It's from touching you."
"I know. And I get really wet between my legs when I touch you."
"Yeah. I like it when you're wet. It feels really good."
"And I like to touch you where you are hard. Let me feel what you have between your legs, Gary. I like to touch hard dick."
"Yeah, my dick is really hard. You're making my cock harder than any of my girl friends ever made it. It's the biggest hard-on I ever got."
"I'm glad," she said. "And I'm going to do more than just make it hard," she told him. "I'm going to make it soft again."
"How are you going to do that?" the boy asked Roberta.
"By letting you fuck me. After you come inside my pussy, your dick is going to get all soft again, and then later, it will get hard."
"I think I'm going to like you very much," he said to her.
"I hope so," she replied. "Right now, I like you very much."
She pressed her lips against his and kissed him passionately again. Her entire body "was now pressed against his, and she could feel his hard-on rubbing against her body.
"Oh, that feels so good when you press your cock against me," she told him. "I like to feel cock against my body. Would you like to feel my pussy against yours, Gary?"
"I'd love it," he said. "Let me feel your cunt. I like cunt, but I've never really felt one before. Let me touch it."
Roberta slowly pulled down her panties. She knew that the boy was going to be driven wild when he touched her fleshy cunt.
"Wow! I love touching cunt!" he cried as he rubbed the tips of his fingers against her snatch. "It's so hot and wet!"
"And when your dick is inside my cunt, it will get hotter and wetter," he was told. "I'm really glad you are going to fuck me."
"Oh, yes," Moaned Gary. "I want to fuck you. My cock is so big and hard! I want to feel your pussy around my cock."
"Let me take your cock in my hand," she said, as she started to unzip the boy's fly. "I want to feel your cock and balls."
"Oooh!" squealed Gary, as she started to stroke his meat.
"I knew you'd like it," she said as she gently masturbated his hardened shaft. "Boys like to have girls rub their cocks."
"Yeah, rub it!" groaned Gary. "Don't make me come, but rub it really hard. I want to feel your hand all over my hot dick."
"I'm gonna make your balls and your rod so hot you will burn up in a ball of fire," she cried, as she started to squeeze his nuts.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Gary, feeling his dick really ready to shoot.
"Hey, don't come yet!" cried Roberta, stopping her hand motion.
"No, I won't," he moaned. "But you're making me too hot."
"Okay, I'll cool you off," she said as she directed a steady stream of air onto his prick. "How does that feel?"
"Oh, it's so wonderful!" he moaned. "I love it. Oh, my dick is so hard! I want to fuck you! Let me fuck you! Ohh!"
"Don't rush things," said Roberta. "Girls don't like to be rushed. That's an important part of learning how to fuck."
"Oh," said Gary. "But I feel like my cock will explode."
"You have to learn to control it so that the girl's pussy and your cock can explode at the same time. It's not fair to shoot your gism into a cunt that hasn't had time to get ready to climax."
Okay," said Gary. "I wish I could come now though because my cock is so hot I feel it's gonna burn up if I don't shoot my cream."
"Just relax. I think you're too tense. That's why you feel like shooting your scum right now. If you relax, you'll feel better."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," moaned Gary, as he leaned back and let Roberta play with his tool. His cock was really rigid, and the cock head was a purplish-red as she squeezed it tightly.
"I love your dick," she said. "I'd love to press my tongue against it and lick out all those steamy juices."
"Oh, yeah, do it," he moaned. "I want to feel that. I've never had my dick sucked before. Please suck it. Ohh, I'd like that!"
"Yeah, I'm sure you would," said Roberta. "Most guys like to get their cocks sucked, but they don't always like to suck out a girl's cunt when she asks them to, Gary."
"Oh, I'll suck out your pussy," said Gary. "If you please suck my cock, I promise I'll lick out your pussy."
"It's a deal," said Roberta. "Now you just relax. Don't shoot your come in my mouth unless you really have to, because I want to suck on your tool for a long, long time."
"Oh, yeah, okay," he said. "I like doing it slowly too, if I can. Lick it gentle-like. Don't suck too hard, or I will come without wanting to. Lick my cock, and also I want you to lick my balls, Roberta."
"Yeah, I will," she said. "I love putting a guy's nuts in my mouth and slurping my hot saliva all over them. That really drives me wild, and sometimes I suck and lick so hard, I get carried away, and practically swallow a guy's prick and balls."
"Well, don't swallow my cock and balls," said Gary, "because I want to be able to fuck all my girl friends."
"Don't you worry," said Roberta. "I've sucked lots of guy's dicks, and I haven't swallowed anything more than their sperm."
Gary sighed with pleasure as she licked his cock head. Her tongue darted out into his piss slit, and she coated it entirely with her mouth juice, and then worked her lips all over his cock head.
She squeezed his prick head into her mouth, and then licked as much of it as she could. She still fondled his balls, until he was groaning so loud, she was afraid he would come.
"Ohh, I'd love you to lick my vagina now," she said, as she twisted her body so that he could get at her snatch.
"My tongue wants to do just that," said Gary. "I've never tasted hot cunt before." He strained to lick at her pussy, but Roberta had to caution him to go slowly.
"Don't make me climax before you do. We have to come together. That is the best way, and I want to teach you right."
He started to suck out her pussy juices. His entire body was enjoying her hole now, and his tongue licked her luscious flaps and her deep moist walls inside her hole.
"Ohhh!" she groaned as her entire pussy was being lapped up voraciously by Gary's searching tongue. "Lick it! Ohh! Lick it!"
Gary had never tasted a girl's quim before, and he found it so good that he buried, his entire face inside her bush and started to suck even harder than before.
"Ohh!" she squealed. "Ohhh! Suck it! Suck me out! Ohh! Lick my pussy, Gary! Ohhh! Make that cunt hot. Lick it, ohhhh!"
Her entire body was quivering with pleasure. She discovered that even though he was new to this game, he knew a lot more about how to please a girl than her husband did.
Of course, Gary wanted to please Roberta, and as she was getting her pussy licked, it occurred to her that the reason Willie couldn't really satisfy her to the same degree was that Willie was interested in Willie and Willie's cock and Willie's balls, but Gary was just as interested in Roberta's satisfaction.
Gary's prong now entered deep into Roberta's throat, and the harder she sucked on it, the more cock meat she began to swallow.
Her face was stuffed full of his young prick and balls. Gary's body was tingling with wild delight. He found this such an utterly pleasurable sensation that he couldn't stop panting with joy.
"Suck that cock." He moaned loudly. "Oh, Roberta, really eat it."
She couldn't get enough of his hard tool. It was so young, tender, and rock-hard, that she felt she should have that dick in her mouth all of the time and never let go.
"Eat it!" he cried, ramming his tool harder and deeper. "Eat my fucking meat. Suck that cock. Ohh! Suck it!"
Gary knew how to drive Roberta wild, just as she knew how to make him feel the greatest of pleasures. Their sole interest was in pleasing the other, and in doing so, they gave themselves more pleasure.
Gary knew that he wouldn't be able to resist his orgasm any longer but he didn't want to come because Roberta had said a girl enjoy's a guy's orgasm more if she comes herself at the same time.
"Are you ready to come?" he asked her breathlessly.
"Almost! Ohhh! Ohhh! Lick my pussy. I want to feel my juices pouring into your mouth. Lick it! Lick it! Lick it! Ohhh!"
He spread apart her cunt lips with his fingers as he dug his tongue into her hole even deeper. The tip of his tongue licked the very far ends of her vagina, and he knew that she was ready to climax because her juices flowed out of her snatch even faster than ever.
Gary couldn't control his prick any more. "I'm gonna come!" he cried as he jabbed his prong as far down into her throat as he could.
"Yes, yes!" she cried, feeling even his balls pounding so hard against her lips that she wanted to swallow them too.
The two of them twisted and writhed on the sofa as they were about to come together. "Suck me!" cried Cary. "Suck my dick!"
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned as his prick started to spurt his hot sticky come into her mouth. "Shoot! Come! Ohhh!'"
Gary went wild. His cock let loose such a torrent of gism that even he thought he would never come again. His penis wouldn't let up the huge flow of hot masculine gism that poured into her face.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" he screamed. "I'm coming! Suck that dick!"
He went wild, smashing his pecker as hard as he could back and forth into her hungry grasping mouth. The come flowed wildly into her face, and some of it dripped back out from her lips, pouring down the side of her face and dripping onto Gary's balls.
She scooped up some of that escaping gism with her fingers, and then inserted her fingers into her mouth to catch the last drops.
Her pussy exploded, sending so much lubricating cream into his mouth that he felt his whole body filling up.
They twisted and shook together, and even after Gary had shot his entire load she still wanted to keep his dick in her mouth.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. "That was so good. Ohhh! I loved it!"
"So did I," cried Gary. "Oh, Roberta, thank you for teaching me. I loved it. Ohh, my cock is still driving me crazy."
She finally released his dick, and let it out of her mouth. His prick and balls were covered with his own semen, and his cock hairs were matted with his scummy fluid.
"Oh, Gary, it was terrific," she moaned. "But I wanted to teach you how to fuck me. I want that cock inside my pussy."
"Sure," he said. "I don't mind taking another lesson," said Gary. "I'd like to have many lessons with you."
"I'd love to teach you how to fuck right now," said Roberta. "But it is late and my husband will be coming home soon."
Before Gary could answer, another voice answered. "Your husband already is home," said Willie, standing off to a corner.
"Willie," screamed Roberta. "Ohh! Oh, my God. Ohh!"
Gary jumped up and put his cock and balls back inside his pants. He was terrified. He didn't know what he should do.
Willie strode toward him, and picked him up by the collar. "If you were a real man, I'd kill you!" he cried. "But you're a boy, and all I'm gonna do is break every bone in your body."
"No!" screamed Roberta, who had quickly gotten up. Willie swung at Gary, but Gary was much too quick for him, and before Willie could try again, Gary was rushing out of the house.
"Then, I'll take care of you," cried Willie, as he raced over toward Roberta. "You fucking goddamned whore!"
Roberta cried out in alarm. "Help me!" she screamed.
"Ain't no one gonna help you, you fucking slut!" he yelled.
He started to beat her. Her cries of agony only whetted his appetite to hurt her, and he slapped and punched and slammed his fists into her. Roberta was turning black and blue.
She managed to escape from her husband, and started to run out of the door. He grabbed her and started to drag her back in.
"Let go of me!" she shouted. "Let go you fucking rapist."
He laughed at her. "Rapist? Who are you kidding. You were raping that young boy. You little slut! How long as this been going on?"
"It was my first time," she screamed. "It was just him."
"You fucking liar!" he cried, and he started to beat her again.
"You were the one who started it," she yelled. "You were fucking some girl in the store. I saw you! You liar and cheat!"
Willie laughed aloud. "So you were spying on me," he said.
"Yes. And you are a fucking hypocrite! If you can fuck around, so can I! You can't accuse me of something you do yourself."
"I can't? It's different with me. I'm a man and I can fuck around. You can't because you are a woman. That's the difference."
"That's not a fair difference," she complained aloud.
"Tough shit. That's life, and there isn't anything you can do to change it, so you just might as well accept it."
He started to hit her again, but Roberta managed to escape again. This time she succeeded in getting out of the house. Her husband didn't bother to chase her. She'd be back, he told himself.
Roberta raced over to a friend, and it was from there that she called Connie. It was when her husband said that there was nothing she could do to change the situation that she realized that perhaps Connie wasn't so crazy after all.
Roberta knew that she would have to eat humble pie, but that perhaps if Connie would forgive her, they could possibly work together to change the system.
When Roberta called Connie, she had no idea that Connie had just been released from prison. She knew that Connie was involved in that demonstration, but she thought she would be released immediately.
Connie wasn't eager to talk to Roberta, but when she realized that her unliberated friend was about to be liberated, Connie forgot her own problems and set about to discuss how to help her newly-found "sister."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Connie asked Roberta to come over. She knew that she wouldn't have to convince Roberta that women weren't treated fairly. "Society would call you a whore for fucking with a boy, but if Willie fucked a girl, they would look the other way."
"Oh, I know that now," said Roberta. "I was such a fool for not seeing it all before. I'm really sorry for the way I treated you."
"No, don't apologize," said Connie. "I'm glad you were finally able to see what is really going on in Pineville."
"What are we going to do now?" asked Roberta. "A demonstration is out because of what they did to you," she said.
"Who said anything about demonstrations being out?" asked Connie. "You don't think that a jail term really hurt me?"
"But it was terrible," said Roberta. "They'll just do it to you again and worse this next time," she insisted.
"Perhaps," said Connie. "It isn't going to be an easy fight."
"Well, I guess not," said Roberta. "But I'm willing to help and do whatever I can. Some people have to stick their necks out."
"Yes, I'm glad you can see that," said Connie. "Now you can stay here with me as long as you want. There's going to be another meeting of POW later in the week. Would you like to join?"
"Yes, I would," said Roberta. "I'd do whatever I can to help."
"Good. Now let's get to sleep. I'm tired and so are you."
The two women went to sleep. They touched each other, but they didn't have any sex. Connie and Roberta were too exhausted for that.
Roberta and Connie attended the next POW meeting and it was agreed among the "sisters" that there was to be another demonstration in front of the Town Hall again.
Since the last time, several more women had agreed to join POW, and they knew that there would be more after each demonstration.
"We'll keep up the fight until every woman in this town knows what she is up against," said the leader of POW. "And that day will be sooner than we think," she declared.
Everyone cheered, including Roberta. Roberta was resolved that she would make up for her past indifference to the plight of women by being more radical and vociferous than the others.
The demonstration started again slowly, but as the crowd gathered, it began to build. The opposing crowd was smaller but louder. What they lacked in numbers, they made up in noise.
"Okay, you fucking dykes!" cried a policeman. "Get your lezzie asses away from Town Hall. Move fast, lezzies, or there's gonna be a lot of trouble for everyone. So move."
No one moved. The women started to yell and shout at the cops. Roberta was one of the loudest of them all.
"Oh, shut your fucking syphilitic mouth!" cried Roberta.
"The cop raced over to her. "What was that you said, you whore?"
"I'm not a whore, and I'm not a lezzie," cried Roberta.
"You sure are. Now you come with me, you fucking dyke pig."
Roberta refused. The cop grabbed her. Connie grabbed the cop. A fight ensued, and lots of cops were called out. The women were angry, and they wouldn't put up with the kind of treatment they suffered earlier.
Connie and Roberta were dragged into the police station. The sergeant at the desk looked first at Roberta and then at Connie.
"You again!" he cried when he saw Connie. He glared at her.
"Me again," said Connie, in a cheerful voice. "And it's going to be me again until we women finally get all our rights."
"You'll get your rights," he sneered. "Right between your legs."
"You are a fucking pig," cried Roberta. "All you cops are pigs!"
"That's right!" yelled Connie. "You all stink and you're gonna get just what you deserve. You're gonna all rot in hell!"
"Naw," said the cop. "We're gonna get what we deserve, and what we deserve, we got. Take 'em away, Bill, and put them in that special room. We're gonna show these two bull dykes just what they got that we deserve, right Bill?" he said.
"Right, boss," said the officer. Connie knew what was in store for them, but Roberta didn't, and she started to panic.
"Maybe we went too far," she whispered softly to Connie.
"No," Connie whispered back. "We didn't go far enough."
"But what are they going to do to us?" Roberta asked.
"Just brace yourself for whatever they do," she said to her.
Roberta was starting to panic. She knew that the cops were planning something ugly, and she didn't like it at all.
"Okay, you fucking lezzies," cried one cop. "Now you're really gonna get it. Especially the blonde one, who was here before."
"Yeah, I was here before, and so were you!" shouted Connie.
The cop grabbed her and threw her down onto the floor. Connie lashed out with her foot, and kicked the cops in the balls.
"Owwww!" screamed the cop. "Oww, you fucking son of a fucking bitch. Oww! Oww!" Several other cops came running in to see what was going on.
"I'm gonna kill you!" cried one of the other cops who had found out what Connie had done. They dragged Connie out of that room, and Roberta could hear screams. Roberta started to cry.
The cops took Roberta aside. "You're really a nice girl," they said to her. "What are you doing hanging around with a slut like that?"
"She's-she's my friend," said Roberta through tears.
"Some friend. She's gonna get herself killed," they said.
"You can't do that to her!" cried Roberta. "She didn't do anything wrong. You have to let her go!" she yelled.
"No, no, we won't let a troublemaker like that go. But we just might let you go. Now if you promise never to join these lezzies again, you can go home. We won't touch you and we won't put you in jail."
Roberta hesitated. The cops could see that she was indecisive.
"Well?" they asked her. "How about going home quietly?"
"Uh, I don't know," said Roberta. "I can't leave my friend."
"She's not really a friend. She's only after her own interests"
"No, that's not true.," said Roberta. "She's my only friend."
"What about your husband?" the cops asked her. "Isn't he your friend? We asked him here, and he's willing to take you home."
"Willie?"
"Yes, Willie is here. He's waiting for you, Roberta."
Roberta looked up and saw her husband. He was calm and quiet, and he joked amiably with the police, but Roberta could see the hatred in his eyes, and she knew that if she went back with him he would beat her again.
"Well, what is your decision, Roberta?" asked the police.
"Yes," said Willie. "Are you coming home with me, dear?"
Roberta hesitated. She would be abandoning her friend. She would be cooperating with the police. She would be turning her back on all her "sisters." And she would be going home with the man she knew would beat her because he maintained that it was his right to beat his wife if he felt she had misbehaved. Roberta no longer was indecisive.
"I'm not going," she said. "I'm going to do what I can to help women of this town gain equal rights." She sat back firmly.
The police were irritated. Willie was furious. "You fucking slut!" He cried. "When I get my hands on you I'll beat the fucking shit out of you. You're a common whore! You pig! I'm gonna get you!"
"I should go back to you? To this? So you can beat me? So you can treat me like a slave? I'm never going back to you! Never, never!"
No matter what the cops did to entreat her to leave, she refused.
Willie yelled and screamed, but she was adamant. She had no intention of giving u p the fight. She would take whatever punishment could be meted out to her before she'd give in or give up.
"Okay you slut!" he cried. "I'm gonna see that you get put in jail for a hundred years!" Willie stormed off.
Roberta felt relief. She had made the right decision, and despite the punishment she would inevitably suffer, she knew she could bear it.
"Okay, book her," said the cop. "You're gonna be sorry."
"I'm already sorry," said Roberta, looking right at the cop.
"Want me to call your husband back?" asked the policeman.
"No, not sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn't kick you in the balls just like my friend did. Then maybe you'd've really been hurt."
"Listen to her!" cried the cop, but despite his bravado, he moved away from her just so she didn't get the opportunity.
Roberta was put in a jail cell that was shared by only one other woman. She wondered what happened to Connie.
Connie was put in that same cell that she had been taken out of before. She would resist those pigs this time. They couldn't do anything to her. She wouldn't let them.
"Oh, she's back again. What's it this time? Walking the streets?"
"Shut up, pigs," said Connie, trying her best to ignore them.
"Oh, she calls us pigs!" cried one pig. "We'll show you who is a pig. Oink!" the women started to attack her.
Connie did her best to fend them off, but she was overpowered, and outnumbered. She was helpless in a situation like this.
"Let me get at her tits," cried one woman. "I wanna bite her fucking nipples right off her fucking tits."
Connie kicked and pushed, but the women started to pin her down on the floor. One woman was busy rubbing her fingers up her ass, and Connie started to scream with pain.
Roberta was in a cell not too far away, and she heard Connie's cries. She began to yell aslo, and the matron came running to see what was going on with Roberta.
"What the fuck are you belly-aching about?" asked the matron.
"Don't worry. They won't kill her," she said. "They'll just get their fill of her. They want her pussy and her tits and her ass, and they are gonna get them, so just you don't worry your pretty little head."
"But that's terrible," cried Roberta. "Can't you stop them?"
"I can but I won't," she said. "That Connie is a bitch."
"She is not!" screamed Roberta. "She's my best friend."
"Then you must be a bitch, too," said the guard. "I ain't gonna help no bitches. I don't wanna do nothing for you."
"Please! Get them to stop. I'll do anything! Anything!"
The matron turned back. "Anything? Do you mean that?" she asked.
"Yes," said Roberta. "What would you want me to do?"
"I want to suck out your pussy," said the woman guard.
"What?"
"Well, you said anything. Let your fucking friend suffer. Maybe I'll put you in there, too. That's a good idea, now that I think of it. You're gonna get in there, too. And don't think you can save her, because I got lots more women who want hot cunt, so you'll both me outnumbered."
"Then put me in there," cried Roberta. "I can't, stand to see and hear her tortured like that all alone."
"Okay, babe, you asked for it." The matron pulled Roberta out of her cell, and dragged her to the one where Connie was being savaged.
"Oh, Roberta, help me!" cried Connie, who was feeling some gnarled hand inside her snatch. "Get them away from me."
Roberta was thrown into the cell and the door was locked. The women started to reach for her. Roberta kicked and stomped, and for a moment, the women in the cell were Stunned.
Connie managed to get rid of the woman who was fingering her snatch, but soon Roberta was also overpowered, and the two of them were slowly being assaulted by the strange crowd.
The women weren't all that old and ugly, but they were hot and horny and desperate for some new young meat. They would have preferred men, but as this was a women's prison, the only men around was an occasional officer, who couldn't possibly satisfy all the women.
"Which one has the ripest melons?" asked one woman. She looked at both Connie and Roberta. "I want the one with the biggest tits."
"This one," cried one woman, ripping off Roberta's clothes.
"No, this one!" cried another, grabbing at Connie's tits.
The two friends were both being licked all over by several tongues. Roberta felt some woman grabbing onto her nipples, and she felt such a sharp pain she was sure that her tits were being pulled right out.
"Ohh, let me lick those tits!" cried one woman who was now sucking hard on Connie's melons. "I just love sucking hot tits and nipples."
Connie felt another mouth on her other tit, and she started to moan with pain.
"Oooh, look at her body shake!" cried one female who had now started to rub her fingers into Connie's pussy.
"Yeah, let me get up her snatch, too," cried another one.
Roberta couldn't help Connie because someone had taken the remains of a broom handle and was shoving it up her snatch.
"I'm fucking the dark one with this stick!" chortled one woman who was rubbing it back and forth along Roberta's tube.
"Yeah, let's watch her cunt juices pouring out of her hole!"
Roberta was moaning with pain now. She hated all of these women. It was bad enough if a guy was doing this to her, but for women to be doing it was downright criminal.
"Fuck the blonde one with the handle," cried one woman.
"Yeah, let's watch all those blonde hairs get wet!" she cried.
Roberta felt a tongue taking the place of the broom handle, and she was forced to spread her legs really wide.
"Ohhh, don't do that!" moaned Roberta. "Don't lick my cunt!"
"Yeah, you like having your cunt sucked!" cried one girl.
"Lick it anyway," cried another. "I want to see a cunt getting sucked out. I love to watch hot pussies in action."
Roberta's tits were being massaged and stimulated wildly. Even though she didn't like where she was or who these people were, her nipples were getting hard and erect.
"Now bite those nipples," cried another one. "Lick them. Eat them! Let's see some hot tit action there!" Roberta gasped and tried to move away.
"Don't let her escape!" they cried. "Lick out her pussy until she is so hot that she won't want to get away."
Roberta's vagina was being penetrated by two tongues. Two women had started to lick and eat her, and despite herself, she felt her cunt juices starting to flow quite rapidly.
"Lick all those cunt juices!" cried a woman who saw the flow.
"Yeah, suck out her cunt, until she dries up," yelled another.
Roberta was moaning now, but it wasn't with pain. She was actually starting to enjoy the hot grasping tongues of the women which were sucking out her snatch, and licking up every drop of lubricating creams.
"Suck that cunt!" screamed a woman. "Eat her fucking pussy."
"I want to fuck her!" cried one girl. "Let me fuck her!"
"What do you got to fuck her with," asked another woman.
"This!" she gasped. "I got a big fat dildo and I want to shove it right up your fucking hot snatch," she said to Roberta.
Roberta turned away, but when that fake cock started to press into her pussy, she couldn't help herself. She started to enjoy it.
Roberta's pussy creams were now flowing all over that dildo, and she moaned with pleasure as her muscles tightened around that rubber dick.
"Fuck me!" whispered Roberta, not wanting to want to be fucked, but losing control of herself. "Fuck me, ohhh fuck me!"
"Yeah, she wants it!" screamed one woman.
"Shove that dildo all the way into her. Make her really hot for that cock."
Roberta moaned and twisted as her body was assaulted by that pounding rubber. She was loving it now, and her nipples were quite hard and erect, and her pussy juices leaked wildly.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" moaned Roberta, squeezing her legs tightly around the dildo. "Fuck me! I want that hot cock!"
Roberta was twisting and writhing on the floor as the women were eating her and licking her and ramming the dildo into her.
Connie was now feeling the broom handle inside her snatch, and at the same time she was being fingered up the ass.
"Let's fuck her up the ass with the broom now," cried a girl.
"Yeah, let's see her ass cheeks spread really wide. Make her pay for being a whore!" they cried aloud. Connie moved away, but they stopped her from pulling the broom handle out of her pussy hole with her hand.
"Let's fuck her ass now," the cried. Connie had no choice but to feel that broom being rammed into her rectum.
Connie felt nothing but pain, but she gritted her teeth. The struggle was worth it, she told herself, and even though her vagina was secreting hot fluids, she told herself she wasn't enjoying any of it.
"Let's lick her cunt out now," cried a woman. "Let's lick and suck her until her pussy runs completely dry!"
Connie was twitching and shaking as they started to eat her. One woman slid her nose into Connie's cunt, and started to chew on her pussy hairs. "Oww, that hurts!" she screamed, but that was the wrong thing to say because it made them want to hurt her even more.
"Make her pussy hairs come out of her cunt one by one!"
"Yeah, drive a nail into her snatch," screamed another.
Connie's entire body was being assaulted painfully. At least Roberta was enjoying being fucked. The dildo actually felt good, very much like some of the dildoes she used when she visited her husband's store.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" screamed Roberta. "Ram that cock into me! Ohhh! I want it! I want it! Fuck me! Ohhh! Fuck me hard! Make my cunt burn up! Ohhh! I want to be fucked!"
Roberta was going wild. Her entire body was shaking and twisting and writhing on the floor, and she loved every minute of it.
Her pussy lips were being spread wide apart by the dildo, and by the hands of several women, and the more they spread apart her cunt flaps, the more she loved it.
Her tits were being bitten off, and she loved that too. Roberta was used to being assaulted and she had gotten used to it.
The kind of sex she had with Willie was always a little rough, and Roberta was turned on by a little bit of violence.
Connie however, was used to gentle tenderness and loving, and the more they hurt her, the more turned off she became.
The women were having a field day, and several of them started to ram each others' snatches with their fingers, and were quite excited, with some women beginning to orgasm for the first time in many years.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" screamed Roberta as she felt her clit about to drive her completely to utter distraction.
"Fuck her. Make her come!" cried a woman. "Make her pussy juices flow like a fucking waterfall!" Roberta's cunt felt like a waterfall as it was, and her creams couldn't stop pouring over her bushy nest.
"Harder!" cried Roberta. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Ram that cock all the way. in! Fuck me! Bite my tits! Ohhh! Fuck me!"
Connie was successful in finally getting the broom handle out of her snatch and with it, she started to hit some of the women.
"I'll save you, Roberta!" cried Connie, but when she went to help her friend, she discovered that Roberta was having the time of her life.
"No! No!" wailed Roberta. "I want to come! I want my cunt to explode! Fuck me, Connie! Eat my pussy! Fuck my cunt!"
Connie grabbed hold of the dildo and started to ram Roberta's pussy as hard as she could. Roberta was in exquisite agony.
Connie was really gung-ho on Roberta's body, and the other women tended to let Connie go wild with her, and they stayed away.
"Fuck me!" screamed Roberta. "Fuck my fucking pussy!"
Roberta started to scream at the top of her lungs. The pleasure was wildly insane and delightful, and her clit began to drive her so crazy, that her entire pussy was flooded with her snatch juices.
Roberta took hold of the dildo, and rammed it even further into her snatch. "I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! Ohhh!"
As the juices poured out of her hole and onto the dildo, Roberta gasped for breath. It was one of the wildest orgasms she had ever had.
"Are you okay?" asked Connie. "You look exhausted."
"I am exhausted," said Roberta. "Ohh, it was wonderful."
Just as the women were about to crowd around Roberta and Connie again, so they could have their turn, the matron reappeared.
"Well, so you two tramps are at it again," she sneered.
"What do you want?" asked Connie. "Why don't you leave us alone? Go and mind your own fucking business, okay?"
"Hmph!" she snorted. "I just might not tell you the news," said the woman. "But as it's my job, I have to do it."
"What news?" asked Roberta. "What are you talking about?"
"This woman's lawyer got you both out," said the matron.
Connie smiled. "I knew he'd see us through," she said.
"And I ain't pleased about it," said the matron nastily.
"Well, there is just nothing you can do about it," said Connie.
"That's too bad. But you'll be in here again, and you'll see if there is nothing that I can do about you two!"
Connie and Roberta got up. They put on what shreds they had left of their clothing and walked out of the jail.
"Oh, thank you, Connie," said Roberta. "Your lawyer is a wonderful lawyer. I don't know how to thank him enough."
"He's a horny bastard so you will probably be able to thank him almost enough," said Connie with a smile.
"What do we do now?" asked Roberta. "That prison was terrible."
"We demonstrate again," said Connie. "And again and again until we get what we want. Are you with me?" she asked.
"I'm with you," said Roberta. "All the way. And I mean it."
Connie was pleased. And she was even more pleased when she discovered that Susan was willing to join POW also. This indeed was the dawning of a new day for Pineville women, movie
"What happened?" asked Connie. "I'm so pleased to see you here."
"My husband," said Susan. She was about to break into tears.
"What did he do?" Connie asked her. "My God! You look bruised."
"I'm okay now," the girl said. "I can't believe what he did. It's my own fault too. I know I've brought it all on myself."
"Don't be too hard on yourself," said Connie. "We're all human. We're all entitled to make a few mistakes."
"It was terrible," said Susan. "He beat me. He beat me if I didn't do just as he said. I was a slave at home."
Connie found it hard to resist smiling at her friend. Being a slave at home was what she had discovered women all over the country and the world were.
"He was especially rotten to me last night," she said. "That's what finally aroused me to some action."
"Tell me," said Connie. "If he really did something wrong, we can call a lawyer. I have a very good one, and he can make your husband pay through the nose. He won't let that bum get off so easy, I assure you."
"Well, when I came home, the first thing he demanded from me was a beer. When I reminded him that he had been home first, he started to yell at me."
At this point, Susan started to break down and cry. She couldn't bear the memory of her humiliation and pain.
Susan had tried to make a good wife, but it was this constant nagging for service that had finally driven her to the breaking point.
"Give me my beer!" he had cried. "Don't be so fucking slow!"
"You have feet," said Susan. "Get the fucking beer yourself!"
Her husband started to come towards her. She wasn't expecting him to be violent and so she didn't try to defend herself.
Suddenly, he lashed out at her. "Don't you talk to me like that!"
"Hey!" she cried. "Don't hit me!" But her husband hit her again and again, driving her up against the wall.
"I'm gonna hit you!" he yelled. "I'm gonna hit you so hard that you're gonna remember this for the rest of your days!"
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. All she had done was not given him a beer when he demanded it, and now he was actually ripping into her so hard that she thought she would just die.
"You fucking bitch!" he cried. "You're my wife and you're gonna do what I tell you! When I want a beer, I want a beer!"
Before Susan could recover her bearings, he started to rip' her clothes right off her body. "Let go of me!" she screamed.
He just laughed at her. "Let go of you? Are you crazy? Never! I need a fucking slave and you're it!" He laughed again, and he pulled all her clothes off her. "Hey, slave, go get me my beer now! From now on, you're gonna be a naked slave! I don't want to lip outta you either!"
Susan wouldn't move, despite the obvious threat of being beaten again. She cringed when he came towards her, but she wouldn't run away.
"Oh, so you're gonna give me trouble!" he cried, hitting her again.
She screamed out in pain, but that only drove him wilder. He knew what he was going to do to her. He threw her down on the floor and started to hit her ass.
He laughed again, and he started to take his clothes off. When she attempted to get up, she was pushed right back down again.
"Don't you move, you fucking slave. I got plans for you. I'm gonna show you just who is boss around here, and you're ass is gonna remind you every second."
"What are you gonna do?" she asked him, dreading the answer.
"See this?" he said, pointing to his cock which was starting to get hard.
"I don't want you to make love to me," she said, pushing him away.
"Love isn't what I'm gonna call it," he said, sneering. "It's gonna be a good hard fuck. That's what you're gonna get, and you're gonna get it right up your fucking hot ass, baby!"
"No!" she yelled. "No! Not that!" He laughed. "Yep," he said. "Right up your fucking hot asshole, baby!"
She screamed in terror, but he ignored her and started to press his dick up against her creamy white buns. The pain was intense as he plunged all the way in.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, feeling the intense pain as his dick started to slide all the way into her rectum.
"Yeah, baby, get fucked!" he cried, deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible. "Get fucked! Oh, baby, feel that hard dick shoved up your buns!"
Her asshole was burning with pain. She had never felt so much torture in her entire life, and her whole body was shaking with terror.
His prick slid all the way into her ass-crack, and she could feel his balls starting to pound her heavily.
"Oh!" he gasped, smashing her so hard that even he thought he was going to rip right through her body. "Oh, baby, get fucked!"
He grabbed her tits which were squashed against the floor, and he started to pull really hard on her nipples. The louder she cried out, the harder he fucked her.
His cock was so hot that he felt as if he was going to come right away.
"Oh, baby, feel that dick!" he cried. "Feel it sliding up your fucking ass!"
Susan began to realize that if he came right away, he'd take his cock out of her asshole and then at least the physical, if not emotional pain, would disappear.
But when she started to push her ass up towards her body, hoping to make him even hotter, he realized what she was doing, and stopped pumping.
"Oh, no, baby," he cried. "You ain't gonna make me come too quick!"
He started to go much more slowly, making each heavy thrust take longer and longer, until Susan felt she would go out of her mind.
He reached around her body and started to finger-fuck her pussy. Her cunt lips had begun to get wet, and the more he fucked her up her snatch, the hotter she got. She enjoyed being fucked up the cunt, but not up the ass.
"Well, I see the little bitch is enjoying getting her pussy massaged," sneered her husband. "I'll put a stop to that."
As he pulled his fingers out of her cunt hole, he reached out and grabbed hold of a broom handle. "Hey!" she cried, seeing what he held in his hand.
He laughed at her. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna feel my cock up your ass, and you're gonna feel this broom up your fucking cunt!"
It was difficult to maneuver this, but he wanted to hurt her so much that it was worth the extra effort, even if his own pleasure suffered as a result.
"Ow!" she cried, feeling the hard wood driving into her cunt.
"It hurts the poor little bitch, does it?" he sneered.
"Yes!" she moaned, the tears pouring out of her eyes.
"Tough shit, baby," he said, slamming the broom into her snatch even harder.
He was pumping faster and faster now. His entire body was shaking with delight as he knew he was hurting his wife something awful.
"Now you will really get fucked!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
His balls slammed hard against her fleshy ass buns, and he felt his dick about to shoot. He pumped the broom handle into her snatch, pulled hard on her tits, and drove his whang so hard into her that Susan literally wished she were dead.
"Oh, baby, oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried, his breathing increasing rapidly.
He was on the verge of coming. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore, but he didn't care. He was hurting her, and that was all that mattered.
"Oh, baby, feel that cock!" he cried, ripping his nails into her tits.
She couldn't move. She closed her eyes, and in her mind she had visions of someday killing him. His cock felt like the knife she wanted to use on him.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot!" he screamed. "Oh, baby, feel that hot come!"
She braced herself for his explosion. Her pussy was sore, her ass hurt like hell, and her nipples were streaked with marks from his sharp nails.
His cock went wild and his body smashed into her so hard, she was sure his dick would really rip a whole through her body and shoot out his hot come onto the floor.
"Ohh! Ohh!" he cried as his dick erupted. "I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
The hot bursts of semen shot wildly into her ass. She could feel the wild cream coating the interior of her cunt walls and there was nothing she could do to withstand the intense pain, except wait moment by moment until it was all over.
"Ohhhh!! Yeah, baby, feel that fucking hard dick!" he cried.
His cock sent forth hot waves of steaming jism into her. He shot so much come, because he knew that she hated it. It was his way of getting even with her.
When Susan finished telling Connie and Roberta the reasons for her conversion to women's lib, both of them were as determined to get her husband for what he had done to Susan.
"You come with us and we'll fix him," they said to her.
"I can't believe that men could be so rotten," she said.
"They will if you let them," said Connie. "The problem is not to let them."
"But I didn't let him fuck me up the ass," wailed Susan.
"Not directly," said Connie, "but you gave him reason to think he could do whatever he wanted with you. In effect, you said you were a slave, and that he began to believe it."
"Oh, Connie, I've made a mess of my life," Susan wailed.
"No, dear, you haven't. You've had a little trouble, but that's all over now."
"Is it really?" moaned Susan. "What can I do now? My life is a mess."
"Dear," said Connie, trying to comfort Susan. "Your life is just beginning."
"Just beginning? How do you mean?" Susan asked her friends.
"Because tomorrow there is a new rally, and tomorrow we will win. And if we don't win tomorrow, we'll win the day after, or the day after that."
"You think so?" asked Susan. "Are you sure we'll win?"
