Prostitution is often said to be the oldest profession. It's origins are lost in the dim mists of early history. All attempts to stamp it out in various societies has failed--and presumably will always fail. Often, in a society holding a double standard--which most societies have held--Women are forced into prostitution as the one available recourse in a time of need. And, almost invariably, behind every prostitute, there is an unscrupulous man.
This is the story of two girls: Arlene Alton, young and innocent, who is forced into prostitution through a ruse devised by the ruthless Rick Barrington. Cherry Koombs is not at all innocent, and she walks into prostitution with her eyes open, accepting it as a necessity because of the problems she finds herself enmeshed in. Fortunately, for both of these girls, prostitution is only a short-lived interlude in their lives. And Rick Barrington--who is the instigator of their downfall--and who has visions of becoming rich through the use and abuse of these girls, instead finds himself serving a long prison term.
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CHAPTER ONE
Arlene Anton, a beautiful, twenty-year-old college co-ed, sat pertly on her bed, combing her long black hair. She should have been carefree, but a look of worry drew her lovely face taut. Arlene pulled the comb through her shoulder-length locks, down to the collar of the new robe her parents had managed to buy her as a back-to-school gift only a few months ago, just before the start of the fall term at little Central Georgia College.
It was late morning, nearly ten o'clock, and ordinarily by this time she would have been in one of her education classes, but not today. This morning, she and her roommate Cherry weren't going to classes at all. Something urgent had come up that meant skipping class, even if their grades suffered.
She looked out the door of the bedroom into the cluttered living room, still littered with bottles and overflowing ashtrays from last night's guests, Cherry's guests of course. She was always inviting anybody over for beer and television, even on school nights.
Arlene had spent most of the evening locked in her bedroom, futilely attempting to go over her class notes from the previous day and running out occasionally to ask, just one more time, if they couldn't please hold down the noise. Sometimes she regretted agreeing to share this off-campus apartment with Cherry, and if she hadn't been such a good friend from way back through elementary school, Arlene would have certainly moved out by now. Cherry was after a good time, studying only enough to stay in college, well aware that those monthly checks from home would keep coming as long as she wasn't academically suspended. Some semesters she cut it awfully thin, riding maybe half a point over the barest minimum, just staying in college by the skin of her teeth.
College wasn't that to Arlene Anton. She'd seen only too graphically the tragic effects of bad education on her parents. Nice as they were, and nobody could have wanted a better mom and dad, they were nearly illiterate, both having dropped out of school in their early teens to keep their families alive. Her father had worked in a cotton mill near Plains till it closed down, like most of the others throughout the South. Then the Antons, loaded in a pickup truck like movie characters, had migrated to the industrial section of Atlanta, where there were factory jobs to be had, as northern companies flocked south to exploit the cheap labor. They still lived in the worst section of Atlanta.
Mom and Dad had saved every penny for her college education, doing without most of the things a lot of folks would have called necessities so that their little girl would not suffer the same fate that circumstances had dealt them both. Arlene would have rather died than destroy the hope they had held for her for so long.
Standing now before the mirror in her bedroom, Arlene could see the reflected image of the apartment's living room furniture behind her, the old sofa with the cigarette burn from some student's drunken collapse, one of Cherry's friends who Arlene could have easily done without. There was the faded blue rug that had been a gift from Cherry's aunt in Atlanta.
It was this apartment that had led to all the trouble. None of this mess would have happened if only she had listened to her common sense and once, just once, had put her foot down to her roommate's idiotic notions.
Cherry had managed to get them both in some awful situations, like inviting people off the street to crash at their place, then finding out that she had managed to bring home a gang of drunks, or even worse, pot smokers. This was the worst of all. All the long hours of studying, the work and the struggling, and now Arlene was within an inch herself of being kicked out of the university. To pay her half of the rent, they had gotten part-time jobs on campus, and their grades had suffered.
She couldn't blame Cherry. She had known all along how absolutely scatter-brained the girl was, and always had been. No, she could only blame herself for being stupid enough to listen to her, to let a nut like Cherry talk her into signing up for $300 worth of outside tutoring, with both of them just holding down part-time jobs to pay for it. She should have had her head examined for listening to her roommate at all.
Cherry had said, "We can make the payments easily. We won't even miss it, and think how helpful it'll be to have someone feeding us all the answers. Think of all the parties we can have in the time we'd be grinding.
Like the fool she was, Arlene had let her hair-brained friend convince her that $30 a month each was nothing, with the high rent they were paying. That was before Cherry was fired from her part-time job in the school cafeteria, and Arlene suddenly found herself trying to pay the whole rent, plus the tutoring contract and buy food and school supplies with the few dollars left, if she was lucky enough to have any left at all!
Now they were behind with their payments. Two months had passed without an extra cent coming in, and a collector from the McTear Tutoring had called personally to ask that they come in to discuss their overdue balance. He was a rough-voiced guy named Rich Barrington.
Arlene tried not to even think about it, to just put it out of her mind for now at least. Even the slightest thought of what might happen tied her stomach in knots and made her want to just bury her head in the pillow and sob. It was the worst thing that could happen. The college had strict rules about students getting in trouble over money matters. To make things even worse, Arlene was an employee of the school. If the tutoring service decided to go to court, even over something as relatively minor as the balance owed, she'd lose her job in the school library, and with it her one hope of finishing college. That money was the income she needed, and Mom and Dad couldn't send another penny, though she knew they'd try even if it meant selling their beat-up old truck and walking to work.
The curvaceously attractive young brunette glanced again into the mirror, saw that her eyes were reddening once more. She thought of not going, then instantly hated herself for being like all the other cowards she'd known, running from a problem when there was seemingly no way out.
It was ten o'clock, time to catch the bus downtown. Cherry was ready and waiting for her in the hallway, not her usual talkative self this morning, finally aware that she'd made a bad mistake, that they were in a mess and maybe one she couldn't smile and wiggle her way out of this time.
"Don't look so glum," Cherry said with a weak smile. "It's not the end of the world. You shouldn't worry so much. It'll all work out."
Arlene just looked at her friend and did not speak. It wasn't anger she felt, or even regret, just pity, pity for Cherry, and if this terrible mess was as bad as she feared, pity for them both. Out they walked, Arlene's mind filled with the names of Rick Barrington and McTear Tutoring.
Somewhere downtown, a woman named McTear was also thinking about Rick Barrington, her tall, powerfully-built friend, and now the manager of her business. Peg McTear often wondered what she would have done if Rick Barrington hadn't come along when he did. Probably, for one thing, the business would be gone forever by now, sold off to the highest bidder at some Georgia tax sale, if not padlocked by the state as an example to businessmen and women like herself not to make the same mistakes.
Without Rick's help, without the strong touch that just seemed to revitalize business overnight, McTear Tutoring would be just a memory by now, instead of the most successful racket in central Georgia.
After her husband's murder last spring, Peg found herself with a growing pile of bills, tough collectors at the door, and absolutely no knowledge of how to run a tutoring racket. The business had been her late husband's pride and joy, his own creation, and it wasn't part of his plans to die of a gunshot wound before he was old enough to reap the profits of his years of hard work. He'd founded the business when tutoring wasn't even in the Southerner's vocabulary.
He banked his success on his rural college-town location, though for years the college student body provided less than half of his business. His instructors were prepping the children of socially conscious hayseeds for future college careers. Then he bought a few exams and sold the answers under the disguise of tutoring. His reputation for this enabled him to sign up hundreds of gullible college students for overpriced courses. Then he died, without a penny's life insurance and in the best of health.
Peg didn't even open the classroom for two weeks after her husband's death. She just ignored the heap of letters and telegrams, even had the phone company temporarily disconnect the telephone lines. The instructors seemed to understand. None of them seemed to think seriously that Peg was going to continue running the operation now that her husband was gone, but Peg hadn't been forced to close up.
She could honestly say now that it would probably have been her only choice had Rick not come along.
He wasn't too popular with the instructors at first, having gotten most of his education on a football field, but after a few weeks, when they began to believe his assertion that his joining McTear was necessary, things began to smooth out considerably. Now, not quite a year after the murder, Peg McTear found herself at thirty-four, sole proprietress of a fast-growing business. She knew little about it, but she had Rick for that. Thank the stars for Rick, she often said.
He was due over in only a few minutes, she suddenly remembered. This was a special occasion. Not that he hadn't visited her apartment above the offices before, but today she was going to cook breakfast for him, one of his favorite dishes, and she did have to admit that the prospect of having a man for breakfast for a change after the lonely months was something to look forward to.
Rick was young, a couple of years out of college, and she was growing tired of all the chatter around the office about the two of them being seen together. Georgia might have come a long way in the past decade, but things like that could still start the old gossip going in no time flat.
There had really been nothing between them, of course. Just once, after a pile of contracts came through, he had kissed her and hugged her, lifting her off the floor with his strong football-hero arms. That was just kidding around, nothing serious, no more serious than when he used to hug those cheerleaders after the games at Central when he was all-state lineman two years running.
He could have gone into pro football. He had offers, but Rick liked it in the South and here was where he'd stayed. Today, Peg McTear thanks the Old South for that small favor.
Then, Rick Barrington arrived, and soon his coat and executive-striped tie were draped neatly over the back of the leather recliner that sat in the corner of the living room. In the past, it had been her husband's favorite chair, and it had scarcely been sat in since his death.
Rick had his arm around her as they sat on the couch, discussing a few business matters, and somehow everything seemed all right. Peg felt no guilt about the man showing a gesture of affection toward her. Soon they fell into silence.
Then, without another word between them. Rick allowed his fingers to slide along the upthrust swell of her breast till his opened palm cupped the fully surging mound of her breast delicately. He could feel her body stiffen, her breath suddenly coming faster as with one finger, his middle one, he caressed the inviting softness of her breast, rubbing the swollen tiny peak of her nipple through her flimsy dress as he admired the ample, womanly figure she still possessed.
She was a specimen of good shape, her skin tight and resilient, her close-cut blonde hair as rich and shining as a girl's half her age. He could hear a little purr coming from her lips, and he smiled to himself, savoring the effect he was having on her. He had her wrapped around his finger, that was for sure, right where he wanted to keep her. Peg McTear was a gold mine, and he didn't aim to lose out on this claim, or share it with anyone.
He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she shivered involuntarily from the tip of her toes along her spine to her shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he moved his exploring hand around the firm curve of her breast till his fingers found what he was looking for. With practiced deftness, he eased the zipper down along the satiny plane of her back till he reached the taut elastic band of her panties.
He stopped there an instant, slipping his fingers between her warm flesh and the tight band, far enough down the hollow of her naked back to reach the first few inches of her fleshy buttock crevice. Teasingly, he flicked a finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus and felt her quickly shrink away.
I'll bet her old man never poked his prick in that little hole, Barrington mused to himself. He massaged her nakedly sensitive flesh in slow concentric circles as his hand eased along the smoothness of her back till he reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled taut now over her shoulders. Pausing first to unsnap the tiny hooks on her bra, he then eased the shoulders of her dress down along her arms till the dress hung limply over her whitely firm breasts.
He stopped his smoothly seductive motions and looked Peg over again, eyeing hungrily the rich, womanly full swells and hollows of her well-formed body. Yes, sir, she was quite a nice little woman.
Again with his right hand, Rick tumbled the fabric of Peg's dress and the sheer material of her bra over the bulging mounds of her breasts, exposing the twin nubs of her fully erect nipples, all pink and excited at being exposed to the air and to his eyes. They swelled even more rigidly as a sudden chill breeze caressed them, sending a burst of rippling electricity through her breasts and down into her man-hungry belly, fanning the embers of a long-dormant fire that once burned there.
She had been so long without a man, so long she had nearly forgotten the magic of a real man's touch, the thrilling ecstasy of being looked at and caressed this way.
His outstretched fingertips brushed lightly over the softly warm beckoning bulge of her tits, first one, then the other, before finally clamping over the ripely mature mound, squeezing the delicately ivory -white flesh between his clenched fingers.
Peg could stand no more. She had kept silent as long as she could. "Oh, yes. Don't stop, Rick, darling, don't stop."
Her knees were opening and closing spasmodically, and her firmly fleshed buttocks were ground tightly down against the sofa. Peg could feel the warm dampness spreading between her thighs as the cheeks of her fully rounded ass clenched like starving lips at the fabric beneath them. Even his touch was driving her almost insane with heated desire. She was going out of her mind with blind passion.
A scream was ready to burst from her lungs any second now from the agonizing deliciousness his knowledgeable fingers were bringing her. She offered no resistance as he shoved her over onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretched himself out beside her and continued to relentlessly caress the nakedly soft white mounds of her full, fleshy breasts. The low moaning cry escaped her lips as he roughly squeezed the tenderly pulsating nipples between his fingers, toyed with them mercilessly as her whole body trembled and quivered from this touch.
His hands left the feverishly jutting nipples and slowly eased along the flat plane of her belly. Peg's body arched off the sofa as his fingers slipped once again under the waistband of her panties, brushing over the fluffy mound of her sparse pubic hair till his hand made a maddening electric contact with the moistly heated lips of her cunt. Even in the dim light, Rick could see her flesh was covered with a million tiny goosebumps as she shivered convulsively at his wonderful touch.
"O-h-h-h, it's so nice, so nice," the love-starved widow murmured mindlessly, floating in space now at the ecstasy of a man's hands down there on her naked cunt.
Clutching the soft lips of her pussy with his palm, Rick ventured a finger between the wetly pink ridges, and Peg gasped as her feverish loins suddenly ground tightly against his hand. His extended middle finger now slowly explored the entire hot length of her sensitive slit, starting with the taut muscular ring of her anus, easing over the hard membrane of flesh that separated the two enticing channels before the probing finger finally reached the moistly heated sheath of her pussy.
The soft pink walls parted unhesitatingly as his outstretched rigid finger slipped into the warmly clasping tunnel, and he could feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply with his finger.
"Nice, baby, huh?" he asked, sure of himself now.
Peg tried to reply, but as her lips parted to speak, Rick sadistically squirmed a second stiffened finger into her constrictive passage, burying it up to the last joint in the warm, juicy depths of her cunt. Only a muffled cry of pain and pleasure came hoarsely from her throat.
"Well, like it or not?" he teased again, wiggling his two fingers deep inside her hot, softly-layered flesh.
Rick's ravishing finger slipped from her pussy's wetly clasping grip and he tantalizingly dragged his fingertip along her warm slit till he found the throbbing little bulb of her clitoris. Using just his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the incredibly sensitive nerve-ending as the sex-hungry widow moaned and squirmed beside him on the sofa. Back and forth, as if playing with a marble, he rolled the pulsing little nodule, and Peg gasped and choked for air as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion and ecstasy swept over her shamelessly aroused body.
As her naked pelvis ground upward tightly against his palm, Rick continued his maddening assault on her loins, twisting and pulling on her hardened pink clitoris till she moaned and cried out loudly from the delightful agonies of his skillful fondling.
"Don't stop, please. Don't stop!" she screamed loudly, her shrill words reverberating in the quiet rooms of her apartment.
Sensing she was near her orgasm, Rick began to roughly rub her moistly throbbing cuntal slit with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the quivering fleshy peak of her clitoris and along the hot furrow between the hungrily pursed lips of her cunt.
"Oh, yes, yes."
Suddenly Peg's buttocks and back arched high off the sofa, and as if she were possessed by a dozen demons, her steaming cunt began grinding madly against his open hand as a long, pitiful moan slipped from her parched, half-opened lips.
"O-h-h," she moaned. The impassioned young widow suddenly quivered from head to foot and jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her orgasm raced from her hotly straining loins, bathing his hand in a slippery gush of orgasmic juices that soaked his palm and seeped down the crevice of her buttocks before spreading in lewd trickles over the soft half-moon cheeks of her ass. Finally, with a trembling sigh, she slowly sank down on the couch, lying face to face with the young man.
She gasped hoarsely, still struggling to regain her breath, "Oh, darling. That was fantastic."
Rick only smiled wordlessly, pulling his fingers from the moist grip of her pussy, wiping the slippery traces of her orgasmic fury from his hand with a handkerchief. Then he spoke, "Finish taking your clothes off, baby. We've got a lot to do yet."
Without thinking, Peg hurriedly removed her crumpled dress and panties, then unhooked her garter belt and, sitting on the edge of the sofa, pulled down her stockings and left them in a heap on the living room carpet. In just a few seconds, she was completely naked, her ripely mature body glistening with tiny beads of perspiration from the excitement and the anguished anticipation of having her first man in almost a year.
She glanced down at him still reclining on the sofa and covetously eyed the thickly elongated bulge in his trousers that seemed to her passion-glazed eyes to be a foot long. She twitched nervously, unused to a man's hungry eyes on her naked flesh.
"Rick. Please fuck me. Please!" she whined finally, grinding her sleekly firm thighs together to fight the growing agony between her legs.
Rick Barrington had other plans, plans he'd as carefully laid out as those he used to diagram with his teammates before the big football games. Only this time the stakes were even higher. Peg was coming along nicely, even better than he'd hoped, but there could be no doubt about their roles in this cozy little relationship. She had to know her place, and the sooner the better.
Peg watched nervously and impatiently as he swung his legs off the sofa and, without haste, pulled off his clothes, tossing them to join the rest on the nearby chair. She had to quickly draw her hand to her lips to stifle a gasp as he tugged down his undershorts and the entire huge length of his massively thick cock swung out into view. It was so long, and so round, nothing like her late husband's and that was the only one she'd ever seen till now.
"Get down on your knees," he ordered, a changed tone to his voice now. "I want a blow job."
Peg's mind reeled at the sound of those horrible words. Surely he can't mean it. Decent people just don't do things like that, do they? He can't be serious. She was an old-fashioned Georgia girl.
The aroused young widow wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse that would free her from this awful act he obviously expected of her. She couldn't! Never in her life had she done such a lewd thing! Her husband would never have dreamed of asking it of her, or of even wanting such a dirty thing.
"Please! I can't do it. Please."
The big man was determined that this step in Peg's total subjugation and humiliation would not be skipped over. "Down on your knees, now. I mean it, damn it."
Brushing the nearly platinum blond hair from her eyes, Peg obediently crawled from the sofa and settled at Rick's feet, all the while thinking of a way out, trying desperately to find an answer, but there was none. She knew he meant it. He was the only man in her life now, and she needed him, in more ways than one, she knew that. His throbbing cock, sagging from its own immense weight, jutting out from his loins, was scarcely a foot away from her face as she struggled to hold back the hot lump in her throat, terrified and revulsed at the very thought of what he wanted, that big white dick in her mouth, his semen in her throat.
Rick slid forward on the sofa, gauging carefully the distance from his cock and her trembling lips. He adjusted his hips just slightly so that the purplish swollen head brushed her lips ever so little.
"All right, baby, it's all yours. Do a good job and I'll make it up to you. Y'know what I mean?" With that he gave her a rough pinch deep inside her naked thigh as she knelt below him, squeezing her softly tender flesh just an inch from the moistly heated lips of her still-hungry cunt.
Peg turned her face away from the enormous, bulb-shaped head and closed her eyes, hoping somehow that it would go away, that she would open her eyes again and it would be gone.
Rick spun her head back so that she was less than a scant inch from his half-erect, throbbing prick.
"Listen, sweetie, I wouldn't want to get rough, okay?" His tone was calm, but threatening, and Peg knew better than to make him mad. Once or twice already she had seen his quick temper, and with his size and strength, she knew she'd be helpless against him.
Suddenly he grew tired of waiting and grabbed her ears with his powerful hands and twisted them upward, causing a pain so excruciating that she thought for a moment she would black out. She cried out for him to stop, but he ignored her pleas and pulled her face roughly up to his naked loins, shoving his hips forward so that the blunted end of his heavy cock pressed lewdly against her moistly glistening lips. Once more he twisted at her small ears, and she again screamed with pain.
"Now, Peg. Open your mouth and suck it. Now, suck it!"
Her mouth opened slightly with one more twist and her agonized lips slowly parted as Rick gazed at the wetly open orifice in front of his loins, then very carefully forced his massively pulsating cock-head into the hot cavern and let it lay there twitching slightly as it grew still harder and more erect, The young widow didn't move at all, lest the brushing of her quivering tongue on the enormous heated shaft of flesh should cause it to grow even larger.
"It's your choice, honey, but I will have a blow job. What'll it be?" His voice was suddenly convincingly cruel and menacing. "You'll do it nicely or I'll get nasty and you'll do it anyway."
Peg knew it was hopeless to resist the strong young man. This was something that had to be done or she'd lose him, lose the one spark in her dreary life. She couldn't stand the thought, no matter how disgusting this awful, degrading act seemed. She fought back the churning ball of nausea growing thicker by the second in her knotted, fear-wrenched belly and closed her wet lips over the throbbing fleshy staff and teased it reluctantly with her tongue, feeling his hands loosen their grip as she obediently complied with his harsh demands.
His powerful hands still held her, though not as painfully, but she knew he could and probably would hurt her if he did not get his way. Rick had it in him to be mean and brutal if he wanted to. She'd seen that plainly enough on the football field. If he could do such awful things to another strong husky man, think what he could do to a nakedly defenseless woman. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind only on this humiliating task that was demanded of her.
Rick looked down at the thick pole of flesh protruding from his hair-covered pelvis and throbbing ever so gently in her warm, half-opened wet mouth, at her pursed lips stretching tightly around the immense purplish head, and he felt a twinge of disappointment that she hadn't protested more. It would have done her a world of good to get kicked around a little at first, before sucking his cock. Every woman worth her salt needs a good kick in. the ass once in a while, he thought, just to show her who's running the show.
There wasn't time for such thoughts now, all he wanted was to enjoy this blow job, to watch her blonde head reluctantly slide back and forth on the long, saliva-moistened length of his prick. Damn, he could see she'd never sucked cock before, and that made it feel even better.
He allowed his hands to slip from her head and down over the smooth velvety skin of her naked shoulders, near-perfect, silky and unblemished, deliciously warm and soft to his caressing touch. She obviously wasn't putting her heart into sucking his cock, so the big man brought his hands to the sides of her head, his open palms firmly placed on either side of her face. His grip tightened and he held her neatly positioned there against his heatedly pulsating prick as he began a rhythmic pumping motion with his lower body, his ever-growing prick jutting from his pelvis and rubbing between her moistly ovaled lips as the bulbous, lust-distended head poked against the back of her mouth.
He could feel her small white teeth grating against the sensitive bottom side of his prick and the wet, rough surface of her tongue as it brushed along the full length of his thickly erect flesh, now so finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movement of her hotly licking tongue and lips that just the very touch sent shivers of savage animal desire surging into his loins.
"Yeah, baby. That's nice, real nice," he growled softly, beginning now to pump his thickly rigid dick deeper into her throat, her warmly enveloping lips sliding along its full length with each forward plunge of his hips. His fleshy stalk grew harder, longer and thicker by the second, stretching like a long balloon till it reached enormous proportions.
He grinned to himself as the young widow did her best to take his cock full-length in her mouth, something he knew she couldn't possibly do. As it was, she swallowed, gagged, and choked each time he gave an extra forward flick of his loins. That part he especially enjoyed. Nothing was better for a good woman than a big cock to ream out her tonsils once in a while.
He hoped he'd found a good cocksucker here, because there wasn't anything on earth he'd like better than a really nice blowjob, one where the woman knew her stuff, could relax her throat muscles like she could relax her asshole, and let his cock just slide right down that smooth, wet channel till the sides of her throat passage sucked him dry. Peg was doing all right for a beginner. She was going to turn out okay yet.
Though she tried desperately not to choke on the pulsing fleshy cock invading her throat, it was all so new to Peg, and it was so big. Each time his muscular abdomen slapped against her moistly pursed lips, the terribly punishing thing pushed lewdly against the back of her throat. Thinking she would surely be choked to death, she fought it back, gasping and coughing with each of his viciously skewering thrusts. Gradually she found a way to relax her throat muscles, and now it wasn't bad. He would pull it almost all the way out of her wetly clasping mouth, out over her widely ovaled lips till the lust-swollen head of his cock was between her teeth, and then he would begin that dreaded instroke, that journey deep into her tender throat.
Somehow that hardened shaft managed to bend just enough when its throbbing head rammed against the back of her gullet to go down, lubricated with her hot saliva and the first slippery traces of his pre-come fluid oozing from the tiny opening on the end of his prick. Every time it went down, she would have to swallow or choke, and soon she realized that the flexing of her own throat muscles was bringing on the inevitable torrent of hot semen even sooner. She viewed the horrible climax with mixed emotions.
She wanted it over, to be rid of the hotly pulsating rod that gagged and choked her so painfully, but she thought of what was coming next, his ejaculated sperm emptying down her throat like she was some common whore. O-h-h-h! It was just too horrible to even think about!
Peg tried not to. swallow, but she choked immediately and he pulled it out for a moment, rubbing its still throbbing head over her moistly smeared lips, and she could taste the beginning of the end as small whitish drops of his fluid oozed from the slit and onto her tongue. He took the blunted head between his clenched fingers and lewdly, obscenely, painted her lips with his warm discharge, leaving them glistening from his impatiently dribbling semen. She was totally beaten now, kneeling at his feet like a slave girl in old Georgia, brought in from the fields for her master's pleasure.
Rick felt the telltale twitch of his loins and could feel the dammed-up seething load of hot semen restlessly surging behind the restraints of his aching balls as he slowly, rhythmically, pumped in and out of her ovaled lips, savoring every inch of his delicious instroke as it disappeared agonizingly down her velvety throat channel.
He wanted to feel every screaming bit of his semen's long fast run from his lust-distended balls to his prick's throbbing, blood-filled head. His hands squeezed on her ears now, holding her absolutely motionless in his strong grip while he rammed his cock down, deeper and deeper down that tightly constricted little throat.
Here I come, he thought. I'm coming. I'm coming! He could feel the hot sperm rushing out of his testicles and up the bottom of his prick. He stopped dead still, his madly throbbing dick rammed all the way to his pubic hair down her hungry throat, her head perfectly still, as he waited breathlessly for the agonizing explosion in his loins.
"O -h-h-h," he gasped sharply, emptying his lungs. At that same moment, he emptied his sperm-laden balls.
Peg sucked voraciously, harder and harder, for as strongly as she had fought it, loathed it, now, tasting his bitter seed for the first time, she wanted it. She wanted every precious drop of this brutal man's hot seething flood, and she sucked at the long quivering cock, swallowing and gulping its gushing waves of viscous white fluid like a starving animal. Her arms spontaneously wrapped around his hips as she knelt at his feet, pulling his powerful loins in hard against her face and lips till every hot drop was safely down her eagerly working throat.
He looked down at the kneeling figure of the love-starved widow and smiled as she finally pulled her hungrily sucking mouth away from his loins, a thin sticky trail of semen dangling from her lips and chin like a thread. She was right where he wanted her. Nothing stood in his way now. The racket might as well be his.
Rick Barrington had big plans for the McTear Tutoring Service. A lot of cute young co-eds came through those front doors, and a lot of them would jump at the chance to score some extra bread. Rick had a connection to the only decent hotel in town, and he could shoot girls over for a fast buck.
He knew from his own days at Central College that most girls are easy lays. After all, he was a football star and a Big Man On Campus. He also knew that most girls have their price.
If he ever ran out of willing meat, there were always the gals who fell behind in their payments to the tutoring racket. In fact, a couple of chicks in that category were coming to the office this very morning.
CHAPTER TWO
As Rick Barrington rose and went for his coat and tie, the two girls on his mind sat stony-faced on a crowded bus. They would soon be facing up to their overdue bill at McTear Tutoring, and Arlene Anton was clearly nervous.
A couple of freshmen boys had boarded the bus, taking seats opposite the two girls. Arlene watched their expressions, caught bits of their whispered conversation across the narrow aisle. Like always, they were aiming most of their adolescent enthusiasm at Cherry's sensual charms.
Boys seemed to always notice her first, no matter where they went or who they met. It certainly wasn't due to any absence of good looks on Arlene's part. A man would have to be blind not to notice her milky-smooth complexion and luxuriantly rich, long black hair, or those ripely full curves she could never have hidden even under a dress two sizes too large.
Cherry was different. It wasn't that she was prettier, or better built, it was that something extra. She had an aura about her that men seemed to sense like they'd suddenly walked into a whorehouse. She could walk into a crowded classroom and turn every male head in the place her way. It wasn't something you could easily describe, but it was there, all right. That unmistakable aura of availability seemed to hover over her like a flashing red light, and boys never had any difficulty in receiving her signals. Sometimes Arlene envied Cherry, wondered how it would be to have that sexual mystique she wore like a tight-fitting sheathe. She wondered how it would be to have Cherry's flame-red hair and a personality that matched. She wouldn't have changed places for the world. Compared to Cherry's lurid past, her own had been strewn with lilies.
Cherry had only made it into college through the sympathetic concern of the woman's dean. She must have taken one look at Cherry's personal record from high school and rushed to type her letter of acceptance. All those repressed maternal instincts rushed to her heart. Cherry was indeed one of those unfortunate people only the cruelest bastards could fail to sympathize with. That was what made living with her so difficult. How could Arlene turn her back on her oldest friend now, with all she'd managed to struggle through?
Cherry had been seventeen when it happened, a cheerleader together with Arlene on their hometown high school team. She was cute, freckle-faced, just beginning to fill out into the woman she was today, but still girlish and slim-hipped. Yet, she was already a real nymphet. It was just those pert little charms that had brought her the trouble that nearly ruined her life. Arlene often thought the rape surely made her into the person she was now. It all happened that horrible afternoon.
Even now, nobody knows all of the details, at least nobody but Cherry Koombs, and that afternoon is one thing that Arlene knows never to mention. Even the memory might bring back another hysterical collapse like the one that hospitalized her for weeks after it was all over.
Cherry's mother had found her seventeen-year-old daughter nearly insane with shock and fear, huddled in a corner of their garage like some frightened puppy that afternoon. Nothing had calmed her, nobody could coax even the vaguest hint of what had happened from her lips.
The doctor at the emergency hospital where the Koombs had taken her verified the worst of their fears. His examination showed she had been raped. Cherry refused to talk about it, even when she was seemingly over the worst of the anguish, and her young boyfriend was never brought to trial.
Freckle-faced Cherry, darling of the football team, became redheaded, overheated Cherry, still darling of the team, but suddenly for a different reason. It was no idle rumor that spread around school that year about a certain wildly wanton senior cheerleader and ten members of the varsity team who had gang-banged her in the back seat of a car after the championship playoff.
By the next afternoon, everybody had heard of the red-headed young girl, completely naked on the back seat cushion, her long slender legs opened wide and pulled up against her firm, pink-tipped young breasts, lewdly urging them on, begging them to fuck her, and fuck her again and again till her battered and bruised little pussy was soaked and overflowing with the heavy white flood of all their warmly gushing sperm.
Predictably, it had been downhill from there, though Arlene would never have believed it possible for her girl friend to sink any lower into the depths of confused depravity. Cherry took to older boys, violating the unwritten rule that decent girls just had nothing to do with college men till they were enrolled there themselves. Only tramps went out with the older boys, and there was Cherry disappearing after the high school games with sometimes as many as five or six older guys in a fast car, turning up maybe four hours later at the drive-in that was everybody's hangout, her hair rumpled, her dress wrinkled and stained, her male companions looking smug and satisfied.
She was dropped from the cheerleading squad without comment from the faculty adviser who directed the girls, though there was not a doubt in anyone's mind about the real cause for her dismissal. Cherry's reputation around school by that time had become something of a well-worn joke, and practically none of the girls would even speak to her.
The boys, following that time-honored custom of men everywhere of whispering sweet nothings in their mistresses' ears by night and ignoring her if by chance encountering her by day, refused to acknowledge they even knew her in the corridors, but were practically standing in line for her much-offered favors once protected by darkness and safely away from the crowd.
Though Cherry's behavior contrasted with Arlene's, who had but a single love experience, she was the only friend who stuck by her. Sometimes it was out of pity, occasionally out of an unsatisfied desire to play at social work, but always out of genuinely sincere friendship for Cherry, confused and ravaged though she had become.
It had become almost a challenge in their senior year, standing up to the threat of being an outcast when none of the other girls would even share a locker with the fallen Cherry.
Arlene developed a lasting bond of friendship that held her to the kooky redhead even now. This bond made it difficult, if not impossible to move out and leave the girl alone. Arlene knew she was mothering her, but she wasn't ashamed of it. After all, there were far worse things in life.
Cherry's carefree attitude could be a bit disconcerting sometimes, though, particularly when Cherry seemed to bounce from one boy to the next, from one affair to another, without a trace of scars from the frequent and often explosive break-ups.
Arlene thought about this as she sat next to her friend on the bus.
Her own one and only real love experience now just a shattered memory, she still hated herself for crying softly sometimes in the night as she remembered those wonderful times with Les Orwell. She still loved him, though she feared his brutality and lust, and she still thought about him all the time. He came from a very good family.
Les had been her steady date through most of her senior year in high school, though they had never really considered themselves to be going steady or even serious about each other. Mostly it was just for the good times and companionship. It wasn't till they reached college that the relationship began to change. Suddenly, and without their even knowing, their innocent teenage infatuation, filled with hand-holding and adolescent necking, gave way to desperately passionate sessions in Les's apartment. Arlene's resistance weakened further every time till finally there had come the inevitable loss of her virginity.
Being a virgin wasn't something she had particularly relished, not a thing to be carried around on a signboard, just something that somehow seemed right for her. The voluptuous co-ed had never really made any plans about keeping her virginity, or about losing it, for that matter. When it happened, it just happened. It was something she deeply regretted now, but then it had seemed as natural as taking a deep breath.
They had been at Les's parents' vacation cottage, alone on a cold weekend, both of them fully aware of the consequences, of the inevitability of what was about to happen, but not concerned in the least. Arlene could see now what she had been blind to then, that Les was a typical football star, self-centered and eager to please just one person in life, himself.
On that weekend, Arlene Anton would never have believed that about him if the message had come straight from his own mouth. To her eyes, Les Orwell was the most wonderful guy on earth, and she knew without question that his professed love for her was deeper than anything. She recalled the events vividly as the bus rattled on towards its ultimate destination.
Les had been the proper gentleman, all right, even putting their overnight bags in separate bedrooms when they arrived at the shuttered cottage. Sleeping together was simply something they had not discussed, and maybe nothing would have changed if it hadn't been for the champagne. Arlene knew she couldn't handle alcohol, even in as mild a form as champagne.
Les had brought it as a surprise, and she didn't have the heart to refuse it, so she had a glass, and another, and still another. Before she realized it, they had hit on the outrageous notion of going swimming in the lake. Nobody in his right mind would have dreamed of such a thing, but by then it was the champagne doing all the talking, and Arlene was simply following orders.
They'd lasted only a few minutes in the chill waters before Arlene had raced into the cottage alone, leaving Les to pull on a pair of pants and jog to the nearby grocery for a pack of cigarettes. She laughed at him for his silliness, running alone in the middle of the night to buy cigarettes, but he had insisted. Alone in the cottage, she had quickly stripped off her wet clothes, hurrying to jump under a warm shower and ease the chill that seemed to seep through her very bones.
As she sat on the rickety bus, she could remember it all as though it were last night, shivering, naked in the bedroom, tiptoeing to the bathroom so as not to track the floor too badly with water and dirt from her bare feet. Les was not a half-mile away at the grocery, as she thought, but right there, watching her, standing silhouetted in the doorway as he entered from the front porch.
Seeing her by the lake, more naked than dressed, had been nothing like that moment. Every sensuous detail of her nakedness was lucidly clear, from her pink little nipples down to the soft, sparse triangle of pubic hair that nestled below her virginal young belly.
Suddenly Les had become a man obsessed, a maniac driven only by his intense animal lust for her body. Nothing else had mattered to him that instant but ramming his long, painfully hard cock into the warmly hair-lined pussy no man had ever touched, that damply glistening cleft he'd hungered for so long. She was a woman to him now, a virgin to satisfy the aching need he felt in his loins.
He reached for her, grabbing her roughly before she had time to react, before she could even cry out in surprise, a deep beast-like groan erupting from his throat as he pulled her roughly onto the nearest bed.
"Please, Les, please. We can't! We can't!" She moaned piteously as he held her down with one lust-strengthened hand and ran the other greedily over the lush contours of her nakedly struggling body, kneading her ripely succulent breasts cruelly with hands now beyond his control, hands that acted as if they were possessed of a spirit beyond his own.
Pinkish ridges of her softly delicate flesh protruded between his straining fingers as his head had dropped to the budding young nipples and chewed hungrily at their tips till he had felt the tenderly resilient flesh give way and the taste of blood seeping onto his lashing tongue.
"Oh no. Not like this. It can't be like this, Les darling." She moaned, more in anguish than in anger, but her plea was unheeded.
In his madness, he still held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed, imprisoning her there by his heavily tensed chest that weighted upon her lithe slenderness like a giant crushing monster. Her long dark hair began thrashing from side to side on the bed. her beautiful young face contorted with tortured anguish. Arlene pleaded till the sounds became nothing but incoherent clusters of words.
Sitting on the bus, Arlene recalled it as if it were yesterday. He had brutally fucked her for the first time, robbed her of her virginity in a frenzy of passion gone wild. Ignoring the low moaning pleas, Les rolled on top of the violently struggling co-ed, catching her body just as her long, slimly tapered legs had spread out in one last desperate effort to escape his brutal attack.
His hips had fallen down tightly against the mattress. The soft down of her thinly curling pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, stuck out of the fly of his pants, inciting him to insane mumblings of crazed, uncontrollable lust. She felt the anguish of that night even now as she recalled it so clearly, like slow-motion scenes from an X-rated movie as it flashed in her brain.
His knees were spreading hers wide apart, and he was grinding his loins hard into her squirmingly defenseless crotch, completely naked and vulnerable then to his rapacious assault. She felt once again the spasmodic jerkings of her own fleshy inner thighs as he drove his hand between them. Les was searching for that elusive treasure, that sacred orifice between her wildly trembling thighs, and then he found it.
He jammed his heatedly throbbing cock between her widespread legs, following the guidance of his hand in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, and then he shoved his blood-filled cock-head between her fleshy cuntal lips with a groan. He brutally thrust it all the way forward without hesitation into her quivering pussy, deflowering her like a kidnapped maiden prostrate before her sex-crazed captor.
Arlene shrieked in agony and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in her futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement. Her frantic movement only worsened her plight, however, opening the depths of her unplowed furrow to his plundering cock as it hotly rammed deeper and deeper into her yielding virginal flesh. At last, his loins smacked hard against hers, signaling the hoped-for end of her agony as his rigidly beating dick slid all the way up inside her trembling belly, the warm wet walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around the fleshy hardness like a moistly heated glove.
The aroused football player hadn't stopped there. He didn't even give Arlene a chance to adjust to the sudden, unexpected presence deep in her virginal young cunt. He began to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her like an animal mounting another in heat, and with about that much concern for her enjoyment and happiness. He had only thought of one thing, to spew his hotly thick semen deep inside her tight little pussy where it belonged and where he had yearned to empty it for so long now. He vented his lust against her torturedly groaning body time after time, flooding her cringing cunt again and again with the hot white liquid of frustrated waiting till finally his first come was over.
Even now Arlene couldn't remember how long he lay over her limp body. She had been an unconscious being, floating in another world, her only escape from the horrifying reality of what had been happening to her. What she did remember was that when he stirred again, it was to resume his animalistic assault, and what horrified her most was her recollection of her own reaction to his advances. She remembered his eyes roaming over the heaving spheres of her breasts and her exposed thighs' tanned smoothness. He inched closer to her, planting his hand gently on the furry triangle of her pussy mound.
The helpless young co-ed jerked up from his touch on her cunt, but his grip on the back of her neck held her in place. "O-h-h-h, let me go. Les, we can't do this."
"Let's not talk anymore about it," Les frowned, then broke into an engaging grin. "Look, Arlene, I've been your boyfriend for years now. We've got the chance of a lifetime, and I'm sure not going to let it slip away from us. You're not a virgin now."
Arlene fell back, only to twist up once more when his obscenely groping fingers began to squeeze at the firmly yielding flesh of her buttocks. Without warning, he grinned triumphantly and plunged a finger into her cunt, then withdrew it.
"Oh, no," Arlene gasped.
She gaped down at her nakedly exposed cunt and tried to cover the sparse black pussy hair with her hands, but that was useless. When she saw her panties on the carpet below the bed, she tried to sit up to retrieve them, but Les used the opportunity to slide his other hand under her uplifted ass-cheeks. Then he began obscenely squeezing the fleshy full moons together.
"Tell me, Arlene," he gloated when she fell back down. "What do you think my friend and your pal Cherry do out there in his car? Did he eat her down there, or did she do a little cocksucking last weekend?"
Arlene was left speechless. She'd never really thought of that. She turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at Les's face. Somehow he had gotten her into this position where she was completely defenseless. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew she was going to submit completely to him now. Shivering at the pressure of his thickly erect dick, pressing against her naked thigh, she had the awful feeling she was going to enjoy it. After all, she thought, her foolishness had already driven her to entice her own boyfriend into entering her love-starved cunt!
Les's hands moved up her obediently spread thighs and rested just below her naked cunt for an instant, before he began eagerly stroking her moistly trembling pussy furrow. Arlene shuddered and tensed as he continued circling his fingers over her sensitive cuntal flesh. After a moment, he used his thumb and extended middle finger to spread her hair-lined, hotly pulsating slit and expose her clitoris, teasing it out to throbbing erection.
The terrified young co-ed was motionless with shame.
"Look," he rasped hoarsely. "You don't have anything to gain by not cooperating. I'm not really so bad as you seem to think."
His massaging fingers continued probing her warmly opening cuntal lips. Arlene suppressed a groan as her tingling pussy mound rose up despite her unwillingness toward his caressing fingers. She tried to stifle the lewdly exotic sensation spreading out through her entire trembling cuntal area, but she couldn't. During these past two years at college, her body was betraying her in a way that it never had with Les throughout their years of high school dating. "No, please, just leave me alone," she moaned, and even to her own ears the plea sounded phony.
Her boyfriend didn't answer. He just nudged closer on the bed, his hands continuing to work over the warmly moistening flesh of her involuntarily responding pussy. "Now, reach in and take out my cock," he commanded.
Another excited shudder passed through Arlene's belly at his demand. Oh! What was happening to her? What was going on?
She used all her willpower to fight the unwanted sensuality, but her resistance crumpled as his hands coursed over her rapidly lubricating cuntal flesh. Soft ecstatic ripples of lewd pleasure spread through her trembling body, building to a hunger so irresistible she willingly relaxed her thighs farther. Like some mindless love-slave, she turned toward Les, stretched out one trembling hand and obediently began stroking the long, thick bulge beneath his pants.
"O-h-h-h," Les groaned, pivoting his hardness closer to fingers that pulled timidly at his belt.
He pressed against his girl friend, his stomach rubbing against her rippling little belly so that his zipper was easily within her grasp. She gripped the metal clasp and then, closing her eyes, slowly slid it down. Out of Les's shorts his hard cock protruded, bulging with the obscene thrust of a spear. "Look at it, honey. Go on, squeeze it. Touch it. That's what a prick's made for."
Despite her timidity, Arlene moved her hands inside his shorts till she felt his hotly pulsating male hardness leap up eagerly into her hand. She squeezed tentatively, then pulling with her other hand at the waistband of his shorts, she tugged both his shorts and slacks half-way down his legs. Les kicked them both off and his shoes and socks and lay down again. His thick, blue-veined rod stood out only inches from her abdomen, the cock-head swollen angrily once more and its skin stretched so tight it seemed to shine.
"Let's get you relaxed. Then we can fuck," Les hissed, staring down excitedly at her fingers clasping around his throbbing stiffness.
He didn't wait for her to respond. With his warmly pulsing cock still thrust into her cupping hand, he caressed her proudly thrusting pink-nippled young breasts as she stared at them. "Wow," he muttered in awe, gasping hungrily at her goose-bumped little nipples.
Les began grinding his dick against her nakedly defenseless cunt, rubbing the lust-swollen cock-tip against the delectable pink lips of her quivering little cunt. He used the knob of his prick to trace a tantalizing path up and down her hair-lined pussy slit, teasing at it till the moist cuntal layers parted and his thickly pulsing cock-head fit snugly within the heated furrow.
"Damn, Arlene baby, you sure feel good." Les ground his cock slowly and steadily between her quivering pussy lips. He slid his cock over her wet cuntal crevice, starting a warmly glowing sensation that spread from her sensitive clitoris through her fevered cuntal lips and up into her wetly dilating cuntal passage. As the strangely exciting pleasure tingled through her throbbing belly, Arlene began rationalizing away the need to struggle against him. It feels too good, she thought dimly, too delicious. Anyway, I couldn't stop him if I wanted to.
Still, Arlene fought against the torment of his rigidly hot cock rubbing lewdly against her cuntal flesh, fought against surrender to it. She knew he was only seconds away from complete penetration again, just moments away from thrusting his long hard shaft of male flesh up into her belly once more.
"No, for pete's sake, Les. Please don't," she groaned. "I know it feels good, but don't."
Her hips moved in eager little circles, rotating around the thickened hardness that rubbed so deliciously against her pussy.
Slowly, involuntarily, she raised her knees till they were locked in place on either side of his naked buttocks. His hairy legs teased against the backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensation in her hotly pulsating pussy down through the tingling nerve endings along her legs.
"Oh!" Moaning at her defeat, Arlene slid her heels up behind his knees and snaked her arm around his neck. "M-m-m-m yes. Oh yes!" she moaned into his open mouth. Les jammed his tongue into her mouth, and she immediately began sucking voraciously on it. Soft contented sounds escaped from between their lips.
She gyrated her hungry young cunt in a few impatient grinding thrusts up against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it immediately into her quivering cunt. "Oh, that's it, put it in me," she cooed below him, sucking wetly on his lips as his tongue wormed deeper into her mouth.
Suddenly Les pulled away and stared hungrily down at her firmly ripened breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering with each panting gasp she made.
"Okay, baby," he said, "You ready for it this time?"
"Oh yes. Do it. Do it to me." She was out of control now and dying for him to fuck her again with his long hard cock.
Les reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies and grasped his eagerly jerking dick. He positioned it right above the eager little opening to her heated cuntal flesh.
"What do you want me to do? Go on. Say it, Arlene."
"I want your cock. Please fuck me!" Arlene was more than ready. She could hardly wait an instant longer.
As though he were moving a torpedo into launching position, he placed his large rubbery cock-head against her impatiently dilating pussy hole. Pausing for a moment, Les nuzzled the throbbing tip-end around in an impatient semi-circle till the tight elastic cuntal mouth suddenly gave way. Then, as if he could wait no longer, he thrust his hips forward, and his long, burgeoning member sliced warmly into her tight pussy. Arlene groaned, her mouth contorting spasmodically, her tongue running over her moist, panting lips.
"Oh, yes." His sperm-bloated balls slapped flatly against her upturned ass-cheeks, and both male and female groaned in lewd delight. Her resilient young cunt opened wetly for him as his hard thrust forced her splayed thighs even wider apart. The length and thickness of Les's cock was even greater than the young co-ed had imagined when she had first seen it protruding from his fly. Now it filled her cuntal passage completely.
brimming out at its base from her clinging cuntal lips and forcing her snug-fitting little cunt wider than she had ever dreamed possible.
She gasped up at him, suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of pain. She wanted to feel her own depravity thrown back into her face, and to wallow in her shame and humiliation.
"Yes, oh, fuck me," Arlene said shamelessly, digging her long fingernails into Les's nakedly pumping buttocks.
Les raised up on all fours above her wantonly thrashing body, permitting her tightly grasping cunt to suck up and down on his rigid hardness at will.
"Oh!" Her voice strained with erotic tension. "Les fuck me like that. Oh, that's so wild. Do it. Screw me with your beautiful cock."
The burly young man slipped his hands under her frantically churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. The sexy little co-ed had gotten down to it a hell of a lot quicker than he'd expected, and Les smiled at her uninhibitedly aroused moans. He sensed he had never brought her to this level of crazy excitement. He mentally kicked himself, wondering how long this beautiful little pussy had been available just for the asking. He'd wanted to fuck since they were in high school.
The shamelessly turned-on co-ed flexed her naked buttocks beneath his fingers and then jerked her impaled cunt harder up on his hotly pistoning cock.
At the same time. Les squeezed and fondled her smooth white ass-cheeks, letting the resilient flesh ooze like warm mud around his fingers. Then slowly and methodically he slid one hand toward her tight little anus, resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the tiny puckered opening. He felt her nakedly quivering buttocks tense up beneath his hands when his fingertip nudged the small anal ring and then felt her unexpectedly push back with her buttocks, impaling herself on his fingers.
With a sudden thrusting stab, he pushed into her tight rectal opening, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. 'O-h-h-h," she squealed up at him, thrashing her eagerly pumping ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands. Then, with a groan, she stiffened, waiting.
Fuck," he yelled. Les pushed again, "Wow!" he grunted in satisfaction as she came down hard with her ass-cheeks assisting in the outrageous attack against her defenseless rectum.
The young man had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle within Arlene's tight rubbery little hole.
He wormed it around in the warm buttery depths of her flesh, curling the fingertip so he could feel the ridge of his own heatedly pistoning cock through the thin membrane that separated those two passages. The young co-ed rotated her naked buttocks back onto his finger. Startled gasps bubbled from her lust-contorted lips as she jerked her tightly clasping cunt up and down on his long thick cock. The coinciding rhythms of obscene dual invasion pinioned her tightly so each heavy thrust sent her naked torso into wild new spasms.
"Oh, so good, so good!" she groaned. Her fiery cuntal passage was moistening rapidly, while her rectum was filled now with his two fingers that thrust in and out in lewdly rhythmic accompaniment.
Les pulled back his head again so he could watch Arlene's crimsoning face. After his complete seduction of his girl friend, this was something he didn't want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to him. Now she was writhing and twisting madly beneath him, unable to control her rampant desire to be fucked by his hard, plunging cock and sodomized by his fingers. Yes, it was depraved. It was done with a vengeance, but Les couldn't help enjoying the powerful feeling sweeping over him.
"Oh oh! Go deeper, deeper, harder! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!" she begged, gasping as though she were close to death.
Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the cottage, echoing back into Arlene's consciousness. Dimly she was aware of her complete surrender, but knowing that only made it worse. It increased her obscene excitement.
Her tossing young body was slick with perspiration now, even the area above her nakedly jiggling breasts was wet. Arlene's rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy were hot with the liquid passion that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her moistly dilating cunt. As his sperm-heavy balls slapped down hard on the moistened crevice between her rotating ass-cheeks, she could feel even more excited secretions pulsing out. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of what he was doing to her. His two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rectum merged with his rigidly thick cock till the two skewering shafts became one impaling sword, one long hard cock.
"Oh! Do it Do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted into his tousled hair. She was nearing orgasm. She swung her gripping thighs up around his back, waving her hollowing buttocks in freakish abandon from side to side as she spiraled her near-convulsing cunt up and down again on his ramming cock.
She gasped. Then stiffened. Her eyes grew wide. Then she screamed. "Oh no! Not yet! Don't come! Not yet!"
Les hardly heard a word she was saying. He could feel the thickly heated semen in the reservoir of his sperm-filled balls churning as they beat a tattoo against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks. He thrust his tongue almost to her throat. With desperate kneading hands he clutched the fleshy cheeks of her flexing buttocks hard up against his battering pelvis.
And then he came, and she came, together, in an explosion of pleasure. But when it was over, she was ashamed and humiliated, and she had run from the cottage and out of his life.
Not since that night has she seen or heard from Les. Someone told her that he had quit the college two weeks later and gone off to Atlanta. Recently she'd also heard that he was returning, coming back to the campus to finish his studies. She tried not to think of that, of what she would do or what she would feel if she ever saw him again. Somehow she just couldn't help feeling that she owed him something, that there ought to be some way, somehow, of getting back together with the man she loved.
Arlene could picture Les as she had seen him that romantic and then terrifying night at the cottage. She could hear his voice as he had been making love to her. Then the voice she heard was that of her friend Cherry.
"Are you coming, Arlene, or would you rather ride around town on the bus all day?" The daydreaming young co-ed was suddenly jarred back into the glaring present, away from the painful memories that had momentarily clouded her thoughts. She was glad to have returned, till she glimpsed at the facade of the tutoring office and remembered why she was here.
The college girls stepped off the bus, and walked with a determination that belied their fears. She would just have to face up to it, Arlene decided. She would just have to face up to Rick Barrington.
CHAPTER THREE
As the girls approached the building, Rick Barrington waited expectantly inside. McTear Tutoring's general manager glanced again at his watch for probably the third time in the last half-hour.
He was nervous, and it bothered Rick to be unsettled. Nervousness indicated apprehension, and that was damned close to fear. Fear wasn't an emotion among Rick's feelings. Never on the football field, lined up man-to-man against eleven big guys out to break his neck, had he felt the slightest trace of fear, just excitement at the prospect of facing a challenge most men would have run from.
Today was something different, something he wasn't as sure of as football, a new adventure, one that could put him on easy street for the rest of his life. It could also put him behind bars for so long he'd have no life left. He'd considered the odds often enough, and the stakes. This time it had to be for real, no turning back this time, no changing plans like the times before. It was all or nothing.
Rick could not remember when he had come up with this idea. Probably it wasn't the sort of plan that was conceived all at once, but rather the result of several years of unconscious planning and observation. He did remember one day in particular, the time his old residence house at the college had arranged with a sharp operator from Atlanta to bring some girls in for a party.
Rick recalled that night just as plainly as yesterday. The dude from Atlanta dressed like a clothing model from a men's magazine, stepping from his brand new Rolls Royce in front of the residence house. Rick's eyes misted over as he remembered that car, a richly deep red with natural leather interior, every option available from the English company, and even a red telephone mounted on the dash.
Rick hadn't made any plans that night, but he made a silent pledge to himself, a promise to one day have the kind of money and connections to drive a car like that, to have the sort of bankroll that guy had bulging in his back pocket. McTear Tutoring was just the beginning.
There was all sorts of money to be made there, all right, but legitimate money took time, especially with those auditors from the bank checking everything two and three times. No, he'd decided, what he needed was something faster, something that would bring in the kind of money he wanted in life, not paltry hundreds, but many thousands of dollars, and not in twenty years either, but now. Right now, if he worked it right, he would have it.
This was it. It even surprised him in its simplicity, and was virtually foolproof. Of course, there had to be some element of risk. Everything that's outside the law carries that chance, but with this plan, the danger was hardly worth thinking about. Rick was sure he would have enough brains to get out of the operation before it was too late should the heat ever begin to close in. Even if it ran only a couple of years, he'd be fixed for life. Never a day's work again, just sitting in the sun on Miami Beach with a broad on each arm, sipping beer and counting his money.
The handsome manager looked up and then smiled broadly as he saw Arlene Anton and Cherry Koombs walking through the doors. They were the beginning, but they didn't know it. Here they were, the first two girls he'd carefully chosen for his plans.
He tried to look them over carefully, yet not conspicuously, as they hesitantly entered the place, only a few minutes late for their appointment to discuss the overdue balance being carried on the McTear Tutoring books. Yes, he thought, he had made a wise choice. These two should do the job nicely. Both were good-looking and young enough to satisfy the demands of his somewhat selective clients. Yes, they should work out quite well.
He watched from the corner of his eye as one of the clerks pointed him out and the brunette and the redhead nervously approached him, nonchalantly pausing before they made their way down the hall to where he awaited them.
"Mr. Barrington?"
He turned and tried to look surprised, though he had been sweating out their arrival since before he opened the office that morning. "Yes, could I do something for you?" he smiled.
Cherry spoke first. "We got a notice in the mail to come in and see you, Mr. Barrington. Something about our account, I think. It's a little overdue."
Rick paused for a moment, apparently wracking his brain to remember. "Oh, yes, you're Miss Koombs and Miss Anton. Won't you come into my office? We can have more privacy there." He kept his smile tacked across his face and the girls seemed noticeably relieved that he didn't threaten them with immediate arrest. They followed close behind him as he led the way to a door marked private, glassed-in on one side for a complete view of the hall. Arlene felt very conspicuous as she walked behind him, as if there were suddenly a big flashing sign on her back that marked her as a deadbeat.
"Now, what seems to be the difficulty, girls?" said Rick, as he seated himself behind his walnut desk. "You are quite a bit in arrears, you know."
"Yes, Mr. Barrington, but we've tried to catch it up, we really have," Arlene blurted out loudly, all the apprehension of coming here having suddenly come to a head. "We'll pay, honest."
Rick smiled and glanced at Cherry, who was visibly embarrassed by her girl friend's unsophisticated outburst. "And what about you, Miss Koombs? Do you feel you can catch up on your payments? After all, half the contract is in your name."
Cherry nodded, her eyes fixed on Rick's. Something triggered a silent alarm in the back of her brain, something she couldn't quite put her finger on yet, one of those inbred warnings that comes from knowing your way around.
"Well, I'm afraid I can only give you fifteen days to bring the account up to date. Any later than that and I'll have to proceed with further action."
"Further action," exclaimed Arlene, her eyes wide now with fear. "What does that mean? What kind of action?"
"Now, now, let's not get excited," said Rick, holding up his opened palms as if to hold her back. "I simply mean that after that date, your account will have to be referred to a collection agency. I don't have any choice. It's in my contract with the bank," he lied, positive in his own mind that neither of these college girls knew enough about the workings of credit to know the system didn't work that way.
"But we can't pay it that fast. Maybe a month, if we really scrape every extra cent together, but not in two weeks. We just can't get the money that fast."
Cherry seemed noticeably concerned now too, though not nearly as frantic as her excitable friend. After all, the risk wasn't as great for her. She'd weathered bigger crises than this before and always managed to muddle through somehow. "Isn't there any other way, Mr. Barrington?" she asked calmly. "Surely there must be some way we can work this out," she smiled, almost suggestively.
Rick shuffled a few papers around on his desk, drawing on the pregnant pause that filled the room with tension. He had to think fast and time his delivery like a stage entertainer. Obviously only one of these girls was shook enough at the prospect of court action to play into his hands. Maybe, just maybe, the plan would work yet. "There might be a way out of this for both of you, after all," he said after a while, trying to look as though a sudden revelation had visited him.
"What is it? Anything," said Arlene, wringing her perspiring palms nervously. She could see the terrible future clearly, suspended from school, fired from her job. Her parents destroyed, all their hopes and dreams crushed.
"You must understand that in a business like this, I have occasion to meet a lot of people. Newcomers and such, you know, professors and administrators just arriving at the college, incoming junior college grads from other states, people like that. Occasionally, through associates of mine, I'm asked to help find dates for these new men on campus. Maybe just for a dinner date and a movie, sometimes for a party or something, you understand?"
Arlene looked puzzled, her face still mirroring her concern over the money and nothing else. Cherry was beginning to get the picture. That alarm in her head had been right after all, and it was starting to ring loud and clear.
"I don't know what you're getting at, Mr. Barrington," said Arlene wearily, near the point of desperation.
"I think I do, Arlene," offered Cherry with a knowing grin. "I think Mr. Barrington and I understand each other perfectly."
Rick looked a little perplexed, but at the same time, he was relieved. The wrong girl had taken the bait, but at least it was still anybody's ball game. "Well, you can see my position, girls. If I can help out a friend or a business associate, it's good for McTear Tutoring. So if you can help me out, I should be able to find a way to erase this debt. That way, everyone wins. Besides, what's the harm in keeping a lonely young man company for a few hours? Who knows, you might meet just the right man for you."
"Now I'm getting the idea," shrieked Arlene, incensed with anger. "You must be out of your mind. What do you think we are, a couple of tramps off the street? I'd never agree to anything as vile and disgusting as that, never in a million years." She turned to her friend, waiting for some moral support, but the redhead had conveniently glanced away. 'Come on, Cherry, let's get out of here." Arlene got up and started for the door, but Cherry was still in her seat. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"Just a minute. I'll meet you outside."
"Oh, no you won't. I'm going back to the campus. You can come when you're good and ready. You should be ashamed of yourself for remaining in the same room with this bum." She slammed the office door behind her and hurried from the building, attracting quite a few curious stares from several clerks, but in a moment she was gone from sight.
Rick watched her go and then turned back to the red-headed Cherry. "I take it you're not as uptight about my suggestion as your friend. Would you like to hear more?"
Cherry didn't immediately reply, but looked him over slowly, boldly, then returned her gaze to his eyes. "I'd be interested, yeah, but not here. This just isn't the right time. I'd better catch my friend and try to cool her down, or I might not have a place to live. What about your place? Later?"
"Sure," replied Rick, momentarily off guard from the girl's unexpected boldness. "Number Ten Peachtree Boulevard. Tonight?"
"Okay, tonight, about nine." Without another word. Cherry rose, picked up her leather bag and left.
The big manager sat for a long time after the girls were gone, ignoring the blinking lights on his telephone that indicated someone wanted him in the outside office. He couldn't have cared, less as he watched the tiny lights flash on and off. Those blinking bulbs, every single flash, were like dollar signs, dozens of them, hundreds. It was going to work, he could feel it. Before it had been just an idea, but now, now it was happening. Rick Barrington was finally going to get what he'd always deserved from life and had never gotten. He was going to be rich.
He spent the rest of the day looking forward to the evening. As the hour of nine approached, he was growing edgy once more. His pad had the best view in the apartment house, thanks to an enormous picture window that heightened the romantic panorama of the college by night, the lovely campus giving way in the distance to the lights of the town's low skyline.
Rick had picked this apartment solely for that view, not because he particularly appreciated it, but because no girl he'd ever brought up here had ever failed to respond to the combination of soft mood music and the tranquilly romantic view. Tonight though, he didn't need the view or even the mood music. Tonight was that certain lucky moment every man dreams of but seldom finds. What a chick! What a chick!
It wasn't long before his wait was over.
"M-m-m-m, that's nice, honey," came the hoarse whisper through the darkness. It was only five minutes later and yet Cherry's skirt, blouse and underclothes were strewn haphazardly on the floor beside the couch. Her long trim legs were cocked back at a forty-five degree angle, flattened back hard against her chest, smashing the firmly swelling mounds of her young breasts beneath her own thighs.
Rick Barrington was half on his knees and half arched off the sofa, supported on his feet and palms, his long pulsatingly hard cock buried deep in the red-headed co-ed's belly, stretching apart the warmly hungry lips of her cunt as he flexed the head of his huge fleshy dick far up in her womb.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned. "All the stories are true. You football players are so huge. I've never felt one so big before."
He smiled a little to himself and tightened his loins, jerking the heatedly bulging head of his cock deep inside the hot moistness of her cunt, bringing a grateful moan to her ovaled lips. He flexed the rigidly throbbing thickness again, the young girl gasped in pleasure as the enormous instrument probed the previously untried depths of her cuntal passage, far up inside her belly.
Other shrill cries escaped her lips as the powerful ex-football player began a slow revolving motion with his loins and her hotly seeping cuntal cavern gradually became accustomed to this thickly invading cock stretching her to the limit. He pushed his loins tightly against her upturned, wetly glistening pussy and ground his cock deeply into her, expanding the still-quivering walls until her moistly heated pussy fit his massive dick as though it had been custom-made for him.
Rick reached past the nakedly writhing body of the red-headed girl and yanked at the cords of the draperies, pulling them further apart so that the room was bathed in a fine glow of moonlight that outlined each one of her warm, smoothly gleaming curves. The naked co-ed's softly translucent skin glowed like an ivory statue and her softly fleshed breasts were two perfect mounds, capped with little pink nipples, hard and throbbing, as Rick thrust his long hard manhood deep into the hungrily clasping sheath up between her widespread legs. Cherry's eyes were closed, her teeth tightly clenched, and her face distorted from the delicious torment of his rigidly thick organ in her eager young cunt.
Afraid to believe his eyes, the former football player ran his sweating palms over the girl's naked flesh, rubbing lewdly the moonshaped firm cheeks of her supple buttocks as his fingers delicately probed the hair-lined cuntal lips tightly clamped around his impaling cock. His fingertip flicked tentatively at her tightly puckered little anus as his hand eased between their sweat-soaked bodies.
His finger pressed painfully against the opening, then suddenly 'popped through the tiny nether ring and wormed deeply up into the softly rubbery flesh inside her rectum. It moved around, expanding the small hole till the palm of his hand lay flattened against her yielding ass-cheeks, his whole middle finger sunk all the way inside the forbidden little tunnel.
Rick simply couldn't believe his luck. This was just too much for any man. Just five minutes ago, he'd been sitting quietly, sipping his bourbon and water, cautiously laying out the details of his plan with this hot-blooded redhead and now this. It was just too fantastic to be real. He'd had his share of girls -- being a football star did have some really interesting fringe benefits -- but never a hot little bitch like this one. She'd practically torn his pants off trying to get at his cock, licking it, nibbling at it as though it were food and she'd been starving for a week. Now she was hotter than a firecracker.
He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Cherry's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his arched backstroke and battering her writhing body hard against the sofa cushions. All the while he continued the relentless plunderings of her anus with his rigid finger, slowly pistoning it in rhythm with the long, skewering thrusts of his lust-distended cock, bringing loud, sobbing gasps from her half-opened lips in time with the agonizing tempo of his finger and his cock fucking her at once.
He could feel the hardness of his cock through the thinly fleshy membrane between her cuntal and anal channel as he rammed into her again and again. His finger plundering her hopelessly stretched little asshole, rubbed along the whole throbbing length of his prick as it wetly slithered deep into her cunt, probing the fiery depths of her womb.
Cherry was enjoying every delicious second of it. Through a series of unusual circumstances, she'd been without a boy for several weeks now, and nothing on earth could have felt better than this, the blood-boiling ecstasy of a long, hard cock shoved deep into her craving young belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better.
Being fucked by a man like this always brought out those suppressed masochistic urges she kept hidden in everyday life. Lying flat on her back like this, absolutely naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires and passions run rampant through her writhing body. She could pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, burrowing thrusts of a man's cock far inside her moistly heated cuntal passage.
Rick was very well-hung, and she liked that most of all in a man. Now, nothing else mattered. Her hips were grinding against his hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both her hungry holes down there between her quivering legs.
"Yes, yes, damn it, yes. Fuck me. Oh shit, yes. Fuck me, darling," she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Rick's loins, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.
The wanton young girl opened her eyes. She could see the clear, unmistakable silhouette of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly, looking down between her upturned thighs and saw the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her wildly quivering pussy. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, driving the thickly gleaming pole into the hot wetness of her tightly clasping tunnel.
It didn't matter that his face was invisible.
In fact, it almost seemed right. She needed a man, any man. His face was of no importance at all. What she needed, what she yearned for, was buried deliciously now between her smoothly bare thighs.
The fevered ecstasy soon reached a bone-shattering peak.
"Oh yes. Don't stop. Fuck me like this forever, baby. Don't stop! Yes, oh yes! Fuck me!"
She grunted her words into the chill darkness, grinding her naked young buttocks against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of hot flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way deeper and deeper up into her belly with a frantic, animal tempo.
It was impossible to keep up the heated pace any longer. She felt too damned good.
Rick could not hold back another second, and he took one lustful look at the abandonedly writhing young redhead pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, pushing thrusts that buried his powerfully pulsating prick right up to the pubic hairs on his pelvis with each and every deep, skewering lunge. Faster and faster he pounded, far up into her hot, raging little belly, every muscle tensed, sweat dripping from his chest and thighs, faster, harder, deeper.
"No no please. Wait. Please, just a little more." Cherry cried, as she realized he was about to come. It was too late, for Rick's lips parted and now a long low groan of relief escaped as his sperm-swollen balls heatedly pumped spurt after spurt of white hot semen deep into her quivering young belly.
The red-headed co-ed ground her frantically writhing loins up tightly against his in a futile attempt to halt the warm flow, but she was betrayed by her own eager cunt which hungrily milked his jerking cock, till every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep insider her passion-distended womb.
Rick pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his prick slithering wetly from her heated depths as the thickly bearded pink lips of her cunt reluctantly released their prize. A thin string of white stickiness hung momentarily from the tip of his limply dangling cock before it fell onto her smooth unblemished thigh.
Cherry lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could considering the sexual turmoil churning in her loins, as Rick stretched out beside her, his prick lying uselessly between his wide-spread thighs. Her full young breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs. Still the flames of undiluted passion raged uncontrollably in her cunt, a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desire that still painfully awaited relief.
Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream, as if she were alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her hips. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy lips of her hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm-soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the soft moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily grasping at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move ever so slightly. Rick was kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long prick clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand like some menacing weapon at the ready. Above her like that in the nearly blackened room, he towered over her like some medieval giant.
She couldn't take her eyes off his rubbery cock, and he watched her, pleased with himself, as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy pole dangling from his wet, hair-covered loins. As she stared, mesmerized, it began to swell, only a little at first, in a tiny quivering crawl, then more, in pulsating movements of new growth as the momentum of desire grew stronger inside him.
You don't have to play with yourself, honey. I've got all the cock you need right here. " he grinned lewdly. "Now you turn over like a good little girl, and I'll show you what I mean."
Cherry rolled over obediently on the couch, smearing the sticky trail of sperm from her thigh onto the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, waiting for him to tell her what to do. She knew men liked to give the orders, and she didn't mind obeying, particularly if it meant another taste of that magnificent cock. Anyway, she liked it dog-fashion from behind sometimes. On her knees, the penetration seemed even deeper, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned.
"No kneel. " he commanded, grabbing impatiently at her hips and helping her to her knees. She rested, panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded young buttocks shoved high and vulnerable in the air waving temptingly before him like a flag before a maddened bull.
In the dim light, he could see that the moistly pouting little lips of her pussy were perked in invitation as she leaned forward, resting her head on the opposite arm of the sofa, her softly fleshed little ass jutting up at him completely unguarded and available to use as he wished. Cherry's reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body had endured, and her pulse quickened at the thrilling prospect of this man's steel-hard dick imbedded once again deeply inside the hungrily quivering walls of her pussy.
Suddenly her dream-like anticipation was shattered as she felt the insistent probing of Rick's now fully erect cock at her backside, not at the moist, eagerly waiting lips of her cunt, but at her anus.
Uncertain, she waved the trembling half-moons of her roundly fleshed buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt, swollen head of his cock pushing in against the tiny puckered hole of her rectum.
"Rick, darling, not there, please," she said, not noticeably afraid or emotional, as she was certain her objection would be sufficient to dissuade him. "You're too big for me there, honey. You'd split me in half."
There was no answer from Rick, but in the fleeting instant before the searing pain blanked her thoughts completely, she was certain she heard a muffled chuckle from somewhere behind her. His only other response was immediate and to the point. With a grunt, he shoved his powerful loins forward increasing the already intolerable pressure against the tightly clenched little rectum. Abruptly, without warning, the anal ring bent inward. His hotly throbbing thick pole invaded her tiny rear passage in one vicious lunge and almost a half of the long rigid length of his cock disappeared up into her hideously stretched anal mouth.
Cherry attempted to crawl forward, yelling in surprise and agony, "Ohhhh, please. You're hurting me. It hurts! Pull it out! Please, Rick, please!"
"No, baby. I'm not going to take it out, but you've got the tightest asshole I've ever felt." He laughed lewdly and grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles and forced her frantically thrashing buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping in pain himself as his massive staff sank to the hilt in the warm anal passage. His balls swung forward and slapped against her dripping wet pussy, brushing ever so gently against the sensitive lips just below the obscenely stretched rim of her rectal lips, where his pole-thick dick was plundering her mercilessly.
He gripped her so tightly that the tortured girl was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was as if the blunt end of a billy club had been somehow rammed up between her open buttocks, shoved far up inside her belly till her stomach tightened with nausea from the excruciating pain.
"Oh please, please, Rick, pull it out. I can't take it any more. Please! I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cock, do anything, please.
but not this. I'm splitting apart. Please!"
Rick was deaf to her pleas. His eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his thick white cock slide back and forth, first back till just the swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched bands of her anus, then forward again, inch by throbbing inch, till all of his long, hard shaft was nestled deep inside her hotly constrictive passage. The feeling was incredible. It was as if a warm hand covered in soft velvet had grabbed his throbbing cock and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's belly.
Like a man possessed, he rammed his rock-hard rod of flesh home harder and harder, pushing aside the tender pink walls of her rectum as he shoved his massive cock as far as it would go up into her heatedly quivering belly. As if torn by demons, he plowed into her backside again and again, his whole body trembling with the fury of his unnatural lust.
For Cherry, something weird and wonderful was happening, a change was taking place that was transforming this barbarous act from excruciating pain into a wildly exciting delicious pleasure. Slowly, her pain and fear was being replaced with the overwhelming feeling of total and absolute subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger.
The mental picture of her quivering young buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasms of forbidden pleasure throughout her nakedly writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control again, and she started to undulate her buttocks in tiny teasing circles, squeezing with her strong rectal muscles at the impaling shaft imbedded so hotly inside her, milking eagerly at the long fleshy cock savagely boring into her from behind.
She wanted to drain it dry, to fill her heretofore virginal little anal orifice with this man's seething load, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her rectum till semen ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never been sodomized like this before, always somehow, she had been able to talk her way out of it whenever one of her lovers had suggested it. Tonight, though, she regretted ever having had second thoughts in the past, for she was wallowing in the wild intensity of this delicious pleasure-pain, savoring every second of the delectable torment he was inflicting on her ravaged back passage.
The writhing young girl tightly clenched her buttocks, intensifying the masochistic thrill that had taken control of her body. Nothing mattered now except this, nothing but this long hard pole of masculine flesh that was bringing her such incredibly wanton ecstasy. She wanted its hot load inside her. She wanted to feel its scalding warmth flooding her very intestines with an unending torrent of life-giving sperm until it sloshed in her belly and ran through every pore of her naked body in gushing rivers of wicked pleasure.
"OHHH," she wailed loudly, her savage moans filling the darkened room and reverberating from the walls as. suddenly, his wildly jerking dick grew even larger and began spewing its white hot load deep up into her hungrily clasping back passage. His semen ricocheted heatedly around inside and spurted from the ravenously sucking hole to stream in a thick white river down the young redhead's firmly trembling thighs, soaking his own balls as they slammed tightly in the sopping wet crevice beneath her wide stretched anus. The oozing liquid flowed warmly down over his leathery testicles as they continued to lightly brush against the glistening lips of her pussy. Violent shudders of excitement ran through her naked body as her orgasm built, crested and intensified.
"I'm coming," she shrieked. "Oh. fuck harder. I'm coming."
Cherry screwed her buttocks tightly back against the still-spewing cock buried deep in her flooded rectum and abruptly, as a loud scream burst from between her clenched teeth, she felt her whole body explode with the pricks of a billion red-hot needles as his last punishing thrusts took her up, up, and over the brink into a chasm of complete ecstatic release.
Her strength was suddenly gone, and she fell forward on the sofa as his long, glistening cock slipped with a lewd wet sucking sound from the fist-like grip of her tightly clinging rectal walls. She shivered once more as the cool air swirled around and up inside her unplugged, still dilated opening, chilling her very insides with the cold blast.
Rick weakly collapsed to the floor beside the sofa with a gasping moan that seemed more of relief than of pain, amazed that his body had not come to pieces and exploded from the fury of the last few minutes. He lay very still beside her, his hand resting on her nakedly trembling thigh as she heaved and gasped for breath, and for a long while, they were silent.
Then he began to stir. There was important business to discuss with this girl.
"You've got to admit, the idea's a hell of a good one," said Rick, dressed now except for his shoes and socks. Cherry was in the kitchen and visible through the open doorway, wearing just her sheer bikini-style panties as she poured coffee into the electric percolator for the two of them.
She looked totally refreshed and renewed, like an entirely new person. She glowed with the special radiance that comes to a woman when she's been really and truly satisfied by a man.
Satisfied she was, not remembering when she'd enjoyed a fuck so much since back in high school. Rick was tugging on his socks.
Baby, we could knock down a fortune," he said. "An easy three of four thousand a month, and it would be a cinch. With my connections in town and on the campus, and your connections with the chicks, we couldn't miss!"
Cherry turned to face him, still standing in the kitchen, in full view of Rick in her near-nakedness. Her firmly upthrust young breasts stood proudly like two ripe, juicy melons, without the need for any support as they soared high into the air, her nipples still hard and erect. "Well it sounds okay to me, but I don't know.
'But nothing, baby. I tell you it's a sure thing," he said excitedly, "as long as there are lonely guys around town, horny for some action, we've got a ready market!"
"Yeah, but the law, Rick, what if we get caught?"
"Honey, we won't get caught," he assured her, gesturing now with his hands as he always did when excited. "It's too simple. I've got the contacts to do all the legwork, and they're all guys I know I can trust, most of them from my old residence house or guys on the football team. Hell, they need the money and it'll be their necks in the noose if they spill anything to the cops. I mean it. We can't miss."
Cherry didn't reply, just stared at the coffee-maker, impatiently waiting for it to perk.
"And that friend of yours, the good-looking brunette who came in with you this morning. Can you bring her in? She's a real fox, and it wouldn't hurt to have her with us. How about it?"
Cherry turned, a big silly grin on her face. "Okay, lover, you've got a deal. Don't worry a bit about Arlene. I can handle her. She's as good as in." But as she said this, the redhead was wondering how she could bring it off.
CHAPTER FOUR
A week later, Arlene Anton nervously fiddled with the buttons on her dress as she sat impatiently in the living room of their apartment. She was alone, now that Cherry had gone out to be with Rick again. It was the third time this week she'd spent the night, or most of it, at his apartment.
Not that Arlene objected. Cherry's life was her own, and her morals nobody's business but hers. She had spent too many years defending Cherry's crazy antics to turn on her now. Besides, she had enough on her mind to keep her busy.
First, there was that card from Les Orwell. Right out of the blue, after all these weeks, he decided to drop her a line, just writing a little message like it was only yesterday they'd parted, and as if they were still the best of friends. He said he was coming from Atlanta this week, she recalled, remembering every word of the short card quite easily.
I'll be sure to look you up, he wrote. It stirred the old feelings in her.
Enough of worrying about something that might never happen, she told herself. There's plenty going on right now to keep me busy. Les might not come.
Why do I let Cherry talk me into these things? I should have known better, but I just don't seem to learn. First, the tutoring. That was bad enough, but now this. I know the bill at McTear is pressing and I know they can make a lot of trouble for both of us with the college, but how could I have let Cherry talk me into going along with that Rick Barrington's crazy idea?
Cherry had explained it all to her time and time again, assured her that everything was on the up and up, that despite appearances, what she was doing was no worse than simply acting as a public relations hostess for newcomers to the college town community. Yes, the redhead had repeatedly said, simply look at that way, you're just another hostess, a sort of unofficial greeter, and there's nothing wrong with what you're doing.
Still, Arlene couldn't get it out of her head that it was wrong, that something just didn't sound right about Rick's plans. She couldn't help feeling dirty somehow, though he and Cherry had gone to great lengths to reassure her. Arlene kept telling herself that it must be all right, that it was the only way out of this money mess, and that once she'd cleared her share of the debt with McTear, she would never have to stoop to this sort of thing again.
Suddenly a fleeting thought ran through her mind. What if my parents were to find out? They'd think I was some kind of whore. Then she was aware that the doorbell was ringing. It must have rung at least twice before Arlene heard it. She jumped to her feet to answer it, but then she paused for a moment before turning the knob, checking her hair and clothing in the full-length mirror in the hallway. It was an involuntary action, born out of habit rather than desire, and she hated herself instantly for falling into the typical co-ed role, anxiously awaiting her escort and dolling herself up to satisfy him like some sort of trinket being presented to a vain emperor. Arlene opened the door, not really afraid any longer, just bored and angry with this whole silly affair.
"Good evening. I'm Ted Yellin," said a tall, somewhat rough-looking guy waiting outside in the cold. "Are you Arlene Anton?"
She felt a twinge of fear rush through her chest. Wow, this guy is even more rough-looking than Rick. He was a senior, about twenty years old and on the football team.
"Yes, Ted, I'm Arlene," she said nervously, quickly taking in his expensive suit and broad shoulders in one quick, unobtrusive glance. "Just a second. I'll get my coat."
She picked it up from the bed where she'd left it and brushed a slight wrinkle from her dress. Cherry, let's hope I misjudged you. nice meal and a few drinks, and I'll be out of this mess you got us into. Yeah, maybe for once you made the right move.
Taking a deep breath, she offered the young stud her arm and out they went on her first job for the newly formed McTear Escort Service.
Dinner was better than she could have hoped, a sirloin at the city's finest steak house. It was a place Arlene had thought of visiting often enough, but it was well beyond her budget.
She had tried not to stuff herself, not to leap on the perfectly-cooked steak when it was served. Between mouthfuls of the delicious steak, she was able to find out that Ted was a year older than herself, though she lied and told him she was twenty-one, too. He had transferred to the college from some junior college to study phys. ed. Central Georgia had one of the best P.E. departments in the country. His parents were quite well off. Like most of the kids in college, he wasn't especially close to his parents. From the car he was driving, a brand new Pacer, Arlene was able to guess that they must have been at least fairly close. Cars can be hard to come by.
Ted tad talked little about himself, and when she tried once to gently nudge him about how he'd come to deal with Rick, he angered noticeable and quickly changed the subject. Arlene put it down as being sensitive about having to resort to paying someone to find him a date, though he seemed quite rugged, actually someone she would have probably gone out with anyway had he asked her.
He was tall and well-built and his closely-cut brown hair labeled him immediately as one of those enrolled in phys. ed. rather than in liberals arts or humanities. Those boys always had longer hair, some down to their shoulders, and the division on the campus was quite apparent. The jocks rarely strayed to politics, but Arlene was fairly confident that his political beliefs lay somewhere right of center.
All in all, Ted had hardly proven to be the evil-intentioned sex maniac she had expected, and she hated herself for worrying so much. He had certainly conducted himself as a gentleman, so it did not seem improper to accept his invitation to watch television at his new apartment. Besides, it was in the new Peach blossom apartment complex, and she'd wanted to see what these luxury apartments were like for some time.
His place was beautiful, obviously decorator-furnished, and looked like something from one of the fancy magazines, everything perfectly harmonized for effect. It was not particularly large, one bedroom, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in appearance.
Arlene accepted his offered Scotch in ice reluctantly. Scotch wasn't something she was used to drinking. He insisted, saying she should learn to cultivate a taste for the finer things in life if she ever wanted to be really somebody. That made sense, so she agreed, but just to one.
It was strong, so strong in fact that Arlene wasn't sure she could swallow the fiery liquid. She tried not to make a face as she took a tentative sip. It tasted like burned alcohol to her, and it seared her throat passage all the way to her belly.
She was grateful for being so pleasantly full of excellent food. On an empty stomach, she might have just keeled over right away. The potent liquor took its time seeping into her system, and she sat down on the sofa by the door, resting her elbow on the carved wood end-table at her side. Ted poured himself another Scotch, his third since they'd come to his apartment, and switched on the huge color television set. He joined her on the sofa.
Arlene discovered, to her amazement, that he made her terribly nervous. Something about him reminded her of her old boyfriend, Les. Not the good things about Les, but the worst. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was definitely something about Ted that disturbed her, as silly as it might have seemed. She reached over him to put her drink on one of the cork coasters on the cocktail table and Ted, perhaps accidentally, placed one hand under her to assist her in the long reach and his fingers brushed lightly against the swell of her firm young breast.
The strong young man felt the incredible warmth, the full firmness of her breast through the thin dress and bra. Pulling away slowly, he glimpsed the gently flaring lines of her voluptuously fleshed hips and buttocks through the clinging fabric of her dress. In his mind's eye. he could see her naked.
It seemed all the more exciting because of what Rick had told his friend, the one who arranged this date. Arlene wasn't a regular working girl, hardened and professional. She was new, innocent--who knows? -- maybe even a virgin. He felt a growing urgency in his loins as his body responded to this ripely voluptuous body by his side. He seemed to be sweltering in the radiated heat of her sensually glowing aura.
As she sat back, he slipped his arm around behind her. "Okay? " he asked.
'Yes sure," she replied. It seemed silly to be concerned about anything so harmless and innocent, especially after all the money he had spent on dinner. As long as things didn't get out of hand, she wasn't going to act like some childish schoolgirl. Ted's hand eased a little further along the edge of her bare arm, his fingertips just barely brushing the curve of her concealed breast.
Arlene felt her breathing quicken in her nervousness as she watched, but did not see, the images on the color television screen. His fingers seemed to slide over her nipples. She first thought it was only her imagination, but then she felt, the tingling sensation of his touch again.
Ted was fast losing the ability to contain himself. All evening he'd been restrained and polite, the absolute epitome of chivalrous conduct. Now, with three Scotches under his belt, he was finding his lust growing and at the same time rapidly losing his self-control. All he could think of was that fantastically beautiful, smooth young body hidden under the dress.
That last Scotch had given Ted a boost of uninhibited passion he might have lacked otherwise, but at the same time, it nearly eliminated his capacity for subtlety and he moved his hand boldly over her softly firm breast, an agonizing pain of desire welling between his thighs.
"Ted, please," she protested, "don't spoil it all now. It's been a very nice evening." Her hand gently removed his from her tingling breasts.
The football player laughed to himself at her obvious performance. Maybe this was the way she was paid to act, to play hard to get so her customers wouldn't think she was just in it for the money.
His arm shot around her, and with strength she couldn't resist, pinioned her tightly in his arms, forcing her face against his. His hotly brutal mouth came down hard on her moist lips, as he eased his weight of his body over hers and pushed her backwards onto the sofa.
The young man couldn't contain a rough chuckle that came out of nowhere as he reached over her vainly struggling shoulders and unzipped her dress. There wasn't a thought in his brain at this moment except that of uncovering this delectable young body and giving her pleasure beyond her dreams, not to mention the pleasure she'd give him.
Yes, he'd give her pleasure, all right, and maybe some pain too, but before long, she'd be begging him to keep on fucking her, pleading for more of his manhood. He'd show this hot little bitch just how much of a man he was.
"No. Stop, Ted, please." She was crying so loudly that she was certain the neighbors would call the police, and she knew she couldn't face that. They'd ask a lot of questions, and when the truth came out, she'd be the one under arrest.
Her fingers weakly jabbed at his face and tore at his hair, as she lost all hope of escaping this terrible fate with futile words. He obviously planned to assault her, to rape her, and she was determined to do anything in her power to stop him.
He managed to yank her dress down over her writhing shoulders and down, finally, to her trim young waist. He ruthlessly swept her flailing hands away and roughly freed the hooks of her brassiere, reaching far over her shoulder as she squirmed and kicked like a wildcat in a trap. Yanking the thin bra free, he tossed it to the floor, exposing the soft pear-shaped mounds of her milk-white breasts, bouncing and quivering with the fantastic contortions of her body.
Holding her arms tightly pinned to her sides, he lowered his wetly parted lips to her pink, budding little nipple and brushed the warm satiny skin which felt like the peach-soft suppleness of a child's delicate flesh. The terrified young girl screamed again, and her head arched back in pain as the stud's teeth sank into the billowy succulency of her breast. His hand shot up between her thighs before she could clench them shut and probed hungrily for her heated little cuntal furrow, still protected by the gauze-like sheerness of her little white bikini panties.
The heat of animal desire rushed like a speeding freight to his dick and with a frantically hurried jerk, he snatched off the girl's dress in one roughly furious movement. Arlene's long smoothly tapered legs flailed madly against him, though she seemed nearly spent now from her hopeless struggle.
Ted could actually hear the pulse of blood pounding in his head as he focused on the sheer, flimsy panties creasing on the softly white flesh of her hips, the same panties he'd seen so tantalizingly outlined beneath her dress just moments ago, They stretched tightly over her slightly raised pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the dark triangle of soft young pubic hair at the junction of her firm, milk-white thighs.
The aroused young man forced another kiss on her as he tried to tug down the panties with one hand, but found it was impossible because of the head-on clash between their two overwhelming desires, her desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddened passion for her sensual young body.
The gnawing agony in his loins had become a stabbing pain, and he could no longer withstand the torment. With a powerful jerk of his wrist, he simply ripped off the terrified girl's flimsy little panties, feverishly tearing them from her hips and revealing her whole softly firm nakedness lying there helpless before him.
His heart pounding like a jackhammer, Ted moved his hand from her arm down to the jutting mound of his own loins and hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Without meaning to, he partially released his grip on her, and in that brief instant, Arlene jerked away from him, flinging her naked body nearly free of the sofa and out of his reach.
Though she was fast, Ted in his mad lust for her was even faster, and with one fast sweep of his forearm, he caught her around the waist and slammed her back face-down onto the sofa beside him. His lust-glazed eyes saw the firmly rounded buttocks, their smooth halves grinding together like twin melons covered with nearly transparent skin as she squirmed and struggled savagely.
The dark-haired co-ed twisted herself over in an instant, and as he carefully looked her nakedly writhing body over from top to bottom, he was suddenly aware of her really innocent girlishness. Though she was unquestionably a hotly sensual woman, she had that special air about her, a tempting, coquettish little girl appeal.
The young brute kicked free of his pants and shorts, and once again Arlene was struggling for her life as she felt Ted's hotly throbbing cock pressing against the cringing flesh of her thighs. The perspiring stud could stand it no longer. His cock was a pulsating weapon, filled with a raging-hot pain that demanded to be eased.
He brutally forced her thighs wider apart with an effort strengthened by that overpowering animal desire burning in his loins. Arlene strained away from him, even put her hands to his now-bare pelvis in a vain attempt to shield her nakedly defenseless cunt from this wanton ravishment, but the feel of her fingers down there just an inch or so from his cock only heightened his insane passion. When he felt her fingertips brush accidentally over the blood-filled head of his anxiously throbbing cock, there suddenly was no way left of retaining control.
"I've got to have you," he raged. "I've got to. Don't fight me. I want some of your sweet little pussy. If you fight me, I'll break every bone in your body, and I can do it."
Panic gripped her. His hard muscles pressed her into abject feebleness. He could tear her thighs apart, and if she fought him, he might kill her.
In another moment, he was pushing up hard, driving his rock-hard shaft up between the girl's helplessly quivering thighs. He felt the warmly clasping lips of her cunt close involuntarily, but tightly, around the tip of his hardened cock, and then Arlene was screaming, even louder than before.
"Oh, no! Please! Don't! I beg you!"
Her eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded to be spared this horrible degradation. With an impatient thrust, he shoved his lust-hardened cock into her defenselessly open cunt as the writhing young co-ed screamed hysterically in pain and terror at his brutal, unfeeling rape.
Ted felt a welcome surge of relief sweep from his loins as the tight walls of her moistly heated pussy closed around his hardened pole of flesh.
Her cunt was tight, but not painfully so, and it grew more lubricated with every lunge forward that sank his immense rod another inch deeper in her pink, wetly cringing passage. He held her securely by her upper arms as she sobbed and jerked her tortured young body in an effort to escape him and the thickly stretching pain he brought. Her trembling legs continued to flail out, though she was nearly exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired lungs, and her painfully stretched cunt was left wide open and unguarded.
He thrust powerfully deep into her, throwing all his weight behind his ramming cudgel as it seared like a hot torch up into her belly, boring in deeper and deeper, while strangled hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips. The stud wetly kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his loins ground brutally into hers, and she twisted her head wildly from side to side, tossing her thickly luxuriant black hair behind her as she still fought doggedly with a waning strength.
Ignoring her feeble blows, he reached his hands down under her soft ass-cheeks and cupping a warm, fleshy mound with each, he raised her violently struggling loins up against his grinding pelvis, thrusting with fresh vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her tearful sobs. Sweat drained from the lust-crazed athlete's forehead as he buried his swollen dick deeper and deeper into the naked young girl's ravaged pussy.
It seemed to him that his whole body was numb, except for the long hard shaft of his dick, the whole of his very being concentrated into a single pulsing, devouring, devastating sensation that seemed to grow with every strong thrust and jerk of his loins. Her wet cuntal passage, now freely lubricated with her own juices, clamped warmly around his cock, her softness offering the perfect contrast to his own hard manhood.
Arlene continued to writhe helplessly like an impaled insect as he leaned up enough to caress the erect, sweat-soaked tips of her hardened nipples. As he felt the tell-tale surging begin deep in her loins, she began to wail even louder, as if she knew the end was near, as if she knew that in only a few seconds this stranger would empty his sperm-bloated balls deep into her helpless belly in an unstoppable torrent of hot, sticky semen. Her face was contorted with the agonizing humiliation and degradation she could not escape.
The man could feel his aching rod grow longer and thicker till it seemed he would burst through her body and come out the other side. His whole body was drenched in sweat, and he panted, gasping and choking for breath, thrusting deeply and savagely. He could feel the scalding flood beginning to sweep along the full length of his wildly throbbing organ till it reached the nearly bursting head, buried deep in the warmly clasping sheath of her tender young cuntal passage. Arlene screamed frantically one last time as he rammed her fearfully quivering thighs back against her ribs, forcing her ravished pussy mouth upward to give him the perfect angle, positioning her helpless body so that his exploding young cock was sunk deep in her cunt.
He closed his eyes. He was almost coming. Then like an eruption of hotly seething white lava, the viscous flow began spurting from the tip of his massively jerking dick, making him cry out and give one last vicious thrust deep, far up in her tortured belly. Arlene cried out in horror as she felt the hotly pulsating liquid blasting from his body and heatedly flooding her cuntal caverns.
"No! No! I'll get pregnant!" she sobbed, knowing it was too late, far too late, for her pleas were as useless as attempting to stop the advancing tide.
Ted's long, hard staff continued to jerk spasmodically until every last drop of his white hot sperm was emptied deep into the young girl's helplessly contracting belly, then fell forward on her warm, trembling body.
Crying quietly now, Arlene pulled away and half-crawled from the sofa. Gasping for breath, but sobbing so hard that it just wouldn't come, she pulled her clothes together and made her way, wobbling uneasily, to the bathroom. A sticky stream of male semen was already beginning to dry on the inside of her thighs. The white crust was like a searing brand, a mark of her shame and dishonor.
Ted closed his eyes for a moment, not to sleep, just to recover his composure and hopefully to bring his pounding pulse back to a normal rhythm. When he opened them again, she was gone.
Arlene dragged her aching body home to the apartment she shared with Cherry. Her mind was spinning, and she could not get her thoughts together. What had she gotten herself into?
First, she had been obliged to prostitute herself, and then the brutal rape had again released in her a vile force she had kept under control since her rape at the hands of her boyfriend, Les. What kind of woman was she? Did she enjoy these brutal assaults? Did she ask to be raped?
When she arrived home, she dropped onto the bed and began to weep. She thought again about Les. She should not have rejected all his gentle advances. She had backed him into a comer where he had to resort to force and he was the man she loved.
Was he really coming back to the campus? What good would it do her even if he was?
She was beyond help now, nothing better than a worthless and depraved whore who craved brutal treatment and deserved it.
Cherry was not in the pad, and Arlene grew restless. She went out for a breath of cool air, then tried to lose her thoughts in a long walk.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the next morning, and Arlene sat glumly in the apartment. Outside, the sidewalks were filled with students rushing to their classes and working people hurrying to their jobs. Arlene sat alone, her cheeks reddened as if she'd been beaten, but it was just the streaked trails of her tears.
Even that relief was denied her now, as her tears had dried up. There had been no sleep for her last night. She'd done nothing but cry till there could be no more weeping. After wandering the streets of the town and the college for who knows how long, she had expected to find Cherry at home.
Near dawn, she had lain hopefully waiting in her bed for her red-headed roommate to come home, her whole body heaving with the fury of her tears, but Cherry did not come. Gradually she had given up. It was obvious that the girl had spent the night with Rick, with that horrible monster who was the cause of her grief.
She'd tried taking a bath, but the water stung too painfully against the bruised and battered lips of her ravaged young cunt, still smarting from Ted's maddened assault, so she simply crawled into bed and lay very still, as if somehow, if she could hide successfully in the darkness, this whole nightmare would end, and she would wake up as if nothing had ever happened.
She knew the awful truth. This had been no dream. This was for real. She had done it, prostituted herself like some common tramp out of the gutter, laid her self down like a hunk of meat for some stranger to handle and ravage. Now she could never be the same, never hold her head erect when she walked the campus, never look her decent friends in the eye. She imagined, in her anguish, that Ted had already spread the word around the campus, that perhaps he was sitting, at this very moment, in some all-night bar downtown, bragging to some of his new friends of his easy conquest, talking of her most private secrets as though she was just some whore he'd bought in a back alley. Wasn't she? She asked herself that nagging question again and again, and painfully, she knew the answer was always the same. A whore was a whore, no matter what. She had become, in just one short night, nothing more than that.
Arlene tried to think of something, anything, to keep her mind off her agony, but nothing would work. Even thoughts of home, usually guaranteed to fend off the blues, were in vain. Just the very picture in her mind of her patiently trusting mother and father was enough to drive her back to hysterical sobbing.
What have I done? What will happen to me now? How can I even go on living? I'm nothing but a tramp, a whore. She could not report what happened. Her parents would be notified, and she was determined that they never find out. As she was thinking this, a voice broke into her reverie.
"Arlene. Where are you?"
The familiar voice was Cherry's. She had been so engrossed in her troubles that she had failed to hear her roommate come in.
"I'm in the bedroom," she said solemnly, unable to shout through the hoarseness of her throat.
"Hey. Are you all right? What're you doing in bed at this hour, and with half your clothes on?" It wasn't till she saw the look in Cherry's eyes that Arlene realized she was still partially dressed. Numbly she climbed from the bed and started dressing. "Arlene, what is it?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just tired, that's all."
"No, that's not all. What is it? Come on, tell me," persisted Cherry, grabbing her friend's shoulders. Arlene's eyes seemed glazed, and not just from lack of sleep.
"Nothing, I said." She stopped in mid-breath and saw her own wretchedness reflected in the girl's gaze. "Oh, Cherry, Cherry," she sobbed, unable to hold it back any longer. "It was awful, awful."
"There now. It can't be as bad as all that," said Cherry reassuringly. "Just sit down and tell me all about it. Was it your date, the guy Rick sent over?"
Arlene nodded, biting her lip as the tears started again to seep from the corners of her reddened eyes. Painfully, word by agonizing word, she told her girl friend the whole story. When she'd finished, they both were silent, as if acknowledging the fact that there was nothing really to say or do. It was indeed over an done with, and nothing, no amount of tears or sorrow or retribution could change a minute of what had happened.
"Arlene." Cherry spoke, but the brunette seemed not to hear, her head hung limply as if her neck were broken. "Arlene, there's something I've got to tell you. Are you listening, Arlene?"
The attractive dark-haired girl only looked at her with vaguely unseeing eyes.
"Arlene, listen to me. I know you had a rough time, but this is important. We've got another date to go out on. Rick set it all up for tonight, but you don't have to worry. It's a party, and we re both going."
Arlene's eyes widened as the realization of her friend's words reached her thoughts, reverberated in her brain. "No, I won't. I won't, " she said, not loudly, but as she might have spoken any other words.
'We have to, Arlene. Just this one last time, and Rick said he'd forget about the money. Do you hear me, Arlen? The money. We won't owe any money after tonight. You can stop worrying."
Arlene's head was shaking from side to side as if moving hypnotically. "No. I can't do it. I won't."
Cherry turned from her girl friend and searched through her big leather bag till she found the foil-wrapped packet she had stashed there for just this eventuality. Actually, it was Rick's idea, but she had to agree it was a good one. "Arlene, here, this'll help you feel better."
Arlene looked up, saw that Cherry was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. No, it wasn't a cigarette, at least not the kind you buy in the stores. She recognized it, all right, she'd long known of her friend's fondness for this mind-bending weed, but till now, she'd kept it to herself, never offering any to her. Now she held the lighted stick of marijuana in offering. She had to take it or refuse; she had to make up her mind.
"I don't want that," she said finally. "That's no answer."
"Don't be so prudish!" chided Cherry, taking a deep puff herself. "Here, take a little. C'mon." She held the hand-rolled cigarette to Arlene's lips. First, the brunette turned away, but then, when it was obvious that Cherry would persist, she reluctantly took one tiny puff. A tingle of warmth followed the sweet-smelling smoke down her throat and along the nerve channels of her ravaged body. Just the one puff was enough to bring a wave of relaxation to her exhausted muscles. She felt her mind loosen as if obeying some secret command. Another deeper drag followed, then still another.
Soon in minutes, or in hours, they had finished the joint and Cherry had produced another from somewhere. Arlene didn't hesitate this time. The nerve-soothing drug seemed to answer a deep inner need, and the inbred instinct to resist it had been destroyed.
"There, much better, huh?" asked Cherry.
Arlene nodded. "Yes, thanks. I feel a lot better now. Her words were beginning to blur together, and she hesitated at places that needed no pause.
"Now, about tonight. We have to do it. Arlene. It's a party some of the guys are having at Rick's old residence house. Hollister House, and we have to go. It's all set and I've promised Rick, okay?"
Arlene looked at her a moment, confused, then spoke. "If we have to do it. I suppose we have to. huh? Then she giggled once, almost under her breath.
Cherry looked at her friend, now really stoned and within minutes of passing out. Yes, we have to. I'll phone Rick and tell him everything's set, and you get some sleep. You only have one class today, and you can just miss it for once." Before she had finished her sentence, Arlene had curled herself in a ball on the bed and was sound asleep, relaxed now for the first time since last night. Now at last her mind was free of care and worry.
Cherry closed the door behind her and used the hall phone to quietly dial Rick's private number at McTear. He picked it up on the first ring.
Rick, darling, it's me. Cherry."
"Great, baby, how'd it go?"
"Just like you said. A few pulls on the grass and she was ready for anything. But, Rick... "
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Rick, I feel like a heel for pulling this on my best friend. I mean, she was in pretty bad shape when I came in, and who knows what tonight'll be like."
"Baby, stop worrying. You're doing her a favor. You said she needed money, right? Well, this is the way to get it for her. She'll thank you in the end, believe me."
Cherry paused before speaking again. "Rick, I hope you're right, baby. Because it won't be any picnic tonight. I know I can handle myself, but I'm not too sure about Arlene."
"You've got the rest of that bag I gave you, haven't you?"
"Sure, it's all here."
There was a hearty male laugh from the receiver. "Then stop worrying, sweetheart. All the help your friend will need is right there in your hand."
"I need a little help myself right now," Cherry added quickly before Rick hung up. "We didn't have a chance for our usual quickie in the morning."
Rick laughed. "You'll get more than enough cock tonight," he said.
"Not the right one, though. How's about I drop over this afternoon?"
"Sure, baby." He hung up without a pause.
Cherry laughed to herself and then hung up the receiver. She'd just have to pass time till she could drop over to see Rick. There was nothing to do but indulge in a little studying.
Cherry settled into the living room couch with a school book. She read awhile, then checked up on Arlene. Her roommate was sleeping peacefully, and the more experienced girl chuckled to herself. She made a quick lunch around noon, then went out to catch a bus for downtown.
Sure enough, when she got to McTear Tutoring, she found her lover waiting. He had arranged for Peg to be away so he could use her bedroom in the apartment over the offices. They went upstairs and into the bedroom, and the girl could sense his desire to possess her sexually. Firmly, ever so firmly, he nudged her legs apart with his knee, pressing the side of his thigh tightly against her openly aching loins.
The young co-ed responded quickly to his caresses and placed her hands firmly on the lean cheeks of his buttocks, massaging and caressing them passionately as her body writhed against him, begging him silently to enter it as he had so many times before. Her tongue worked savagely inside his hot. hungry mouth, taunting him with its incessantly serpentine movements. Tiny muffled cries seemed to escape from her lips each time his firm thigh pressed against the thickly moist folds of her panty clad pussy. She could not resist Rick Barrington.
The handsome ex-footballer's cock was now almost fully erect, and he tried to control his quickly mounting passions as he felt several tiny droplets of pre-come fluid ooze anxiously from the tiny opening in the center of his bulging purple cock-head, to be absorbed by his undershorts. Two of his long fingers slowly moved towards the sculptured mounds of her ass-cheeks, pushing the fine material of her panties way up into the crease and greedily massaging the warmly pulsing hollow till they could feel the tightly puckered hole of her anus.
She grunted in pained surprise as a probing finger pressed forward into the tight elastic ring, opened her legs wider and pressed her steaming loins close against the huge throbbing cock.
Breathing passionately, Rick walked the young girl backwards to the softness of the bed. Cherry felt the edge of the mattress on the backs of her knees, and then felt her body slowly sink into the bed.
Rick lowered his body down onto the bed besides hers, his fingers still securely entrenched in her resisting anus. He brought his mouth on to her open thighs and pressed his lips along the silken softness of her inner thighs. His mouth sank firmly into the yielding flesh and her thighs drifted even further apart so that he was able to see the moistly quivering lips of her cunt through the transparent nylon of her panties.
The lovely young girl could now feel the pressure of his strong hands, and she waited with anxious gasps as his head lowered slowly and made contact with her excited pussy.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned as his moistly heated lips buried themselves in the soft nest of hair at the base of her belly, planting wet tingling kisses on the nylon-covered mound, while his tongue darted snake-like about the throbbing gauze covered opening of her pussy.
With feverishly uncontrollable hands, the lovely red-haired co-ed unbuttoned her blouse and desperately reached back and unclasped her brassiere. Eagerly wanting to preserve the urgency of the moment, she moved her own hands sensuously down her tingling uptilted breasts and down her velvety smooth stomach till they were resting on either side of his lips. Her thighs opened and shut against the silken fleece of his long hair, allowing him as much access as possible through the sheer cloth that protected her steamingly moist pussy.
The young brute could taste the bitterly warm secretions now generously flowing from her opening and soaking the sheer cloth imprisoning it.
The lust-inspired Rick Barrington was now licking desperately at the pulsing clitoris between her thighs, his thumbs pressing firmly on either side of it, forcing the tiny little button of ecstasy to strain prominently against the smooth cloth. He could barely control himself another minute and sniffed like a desperate animal at the rare and mysterious bouquet of her sexual secretions. The young red-haired girl felt her inner muscles throbbing involuntarily, despite the fact that they had barely passed the period of their foreplay.
As he felt the uneven and frenzied spasms of her crotch against his face, the young Rick pulled his other finger from beneath her softly grinding buttocks and quickly pinched up the cloth between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he ripped into the sheer material savagely, tearing it from her crotch.
The swollen lips of her lust-tormented cunt flared open as soon as his anxiously extended finger made direct contact, like a rose suddenly spreading its petals to the summer sun, and the young man dipped his tongue teasingly into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it softly for a moment and then cruelly pulling away from the throbbing pink petals.
Cherry was groaning now from the tantalizing ministrations, and her hands reached down around his ears, urging him to continue his supremely lascivious licking. He paused and made her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over her pussy opening at the desperate urging of her hands while her cuntal plane lunged upwards into his face. He thrust his tongue between the cuntal lips and down deep into the warmly slippery cavern of her opening. Her whole body rocketed from the invasion, her warm thighs convulsing against their will and a low moan of exquisite pleasure escaping from her lips. At the same time, he deftly unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide down to his knees. Then he pushed down his shorts and released his savagely pulsing cock.
He could feel the moistly heated flesh press into the side of his lunging tongue, as the resilient walls opened and closed rhythmically to his unfurling tongue, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper into her pussy.
The young girl's heels pushed down against his back, forcing his body tighter into the devouring trap between her legs till he was unable to breathe and his nose was pressed against the tiny fragrant clitoris between the folds of her cunt-flesh. Rick knew he couldn't wait another minute before plunging his rigidly impatient cock deep into the warmly clinging, fragrant pussy. He had almost waited too long already and his huge, spasming cock seemed to be swelling to a size he'd never before equalled. A night's sleep had made him as horny as he'd been the day before.
He reached out for her wildly thrashing legs and grasped them behind the knees, shoving them savagely upwards against her shoulders, slithering his turgid cock against the glisteningly moist cuntal folds at almost exactly the same time. In willingly obedient servitude, the young redheaded co-ed locked her ankles passionately behind his neck as he planted his strong, burning hands on either side of her shoulders and pressed her into the softness of the mattress.
As he looked down, he could see her stretched pulsing pussy slit spreading apart as if in desperate invitation, and he pressed his muscular thighs tightly against the soft whiteness of her legs, poising for entry.
The young man could feel the unreal hardness of his gigantic cock-flesh tantalizingly brushing the full length of her quivering slit. The jerking head seemed to be doing a frenzied dance between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to undulate her hips in mad pursuit of its elusive blood-engorged bulging head. She was a much better lay than Peg McTear.
Suddenly the connection was made. His long, angry cock drove and burrowed its way through the cushioned moistness of her inner flesh till its bulgingly purple head was pressing against the back of her distended cunt. The young man paused breathlessly, feeling the tingling of growing ecstasy flowing through his body. His hugely muscled ramrod of flesh lay pulsing in her throbbing cuntal canal while its moistly elastic walls clasped at it hungrily.
"O-h-h-h," he murmured, and his body wriggled, forcing her legs to lock around his waist. The young red-haired co-ed's loins now twisted and turned with a maddening frenzy, screwing tight up against the full length of his almost unreal rod of cock-flesh.
The warm sun filtered through the curtain of the bedroom, bathing their bodies in a softly white glow that transformed them from something more than mere mortals in the throes of sexual pleasure. Cherry wasn't the shy girl Arlene was, but a goddess of love. She writhed and undulated on his beautiful invading instrument of love.
The young stud reached down and kneaded his fingers into the softness of her breasts.
Her breasts gave way beneath the pressure of his hands with a feminine softness, except for the two taut nipples that stood erect and trembling, cresting the white mounds of her breasts like watch towers on mountain peaks. No wonder Rick had indulged in a morning quickie after each night they spent together.
Outside her bedroom, they could hear the sounds of business going on in the offices below. They could hear students in the tutoring class going to the bathroom at the end of the hall to relieve themselves. Through the floor soft music and louder voices floated upwards to invade their private love nest. They were only dimly aware of the sounds of the business world. It was distant to them, and they felt secure somewhere in a private retreat, convinced that the world of people would never reach them.
Rich pulled his rock-hard cock in and out of her pulsating pussy with a rhythmic steadiness that somehow, albeit unintentionally, seemed to punctuate the sounds of the offices wafting upwards from below. It's bulging shaft pulled outwards.
massaging the delicately tingling bud of her clitoris, causing a million tiny explosions to course through her loins.
"Oh, please. Don't take it out," she pleaded. "Don't ever take it out of me again. I want it to stay inside me forever. Please, I want you to fuck me forever and ever."
The lust-maddened co-ed's fingers slid passionately through the handsome man's incredibly soft hair. He slipped his cock out of her cunt and she pulled his mouth down onto her breast, arching her body so that the sumptuous swells of her mammaries lunged into his face. Rick sucked down on them hungrily, moving from one firmly pulsing mound to the other, sucking a portion of the white silkenly soft breasts into his mouth each time and teasing the rigid tips with his teeth, as the girl moaned.
For the young red-haired co-ed, there was no longer any thought of anything but lying beneath this man and experiencing the exquisite pleasure of his rod of flesh as it rammed deep within her quivering flesh. The recollection of Arlene's quivering, yet lust-filled voice in the bedroom at home seemed to be a thousand miles away. She would be all right at the party tonight.
Red-haired Cherry was trapped under the rampaging Rick. He had already hefted his cock and was aiming his angry weapon at her widespread legs. He reached up under her ass and roughly pulled at her buttocks, indifferent to her feelings. Violently he forced her legs wider, and then putting his hands under her knees and pressing against her, he forced her body off the bed so that she WTS hanging under him.
Her naked pink slit leered up at him, and in a frantic mood, he brutally pressed his body down, sinking his throbbing cock into her moistly open cunt up to his semen-filled balls.
Cherry gasped at the lewd invasion, as she felt his weapon of flesh skewer her like some sort of sacrificial animal. Again he lunged forward and her soft rubbery flesh yielded.
"O-h-h-h," she howled, at the same time grinding against his hairy loins, using the bed as a lever against her back. Then she placed her hands on his wide shoulders, and he thrust forward again, sending her body crawling upward from the force of his lunge.
Rick buried his mouth in her shoulder and bit down hard on the tender white flesh, his face contorted with the irrational anger of a man who had been denied too long. No morning quickie! He was getting even with her now, ramming his turgid spear savagely into her hotly throbbing belly with lasciviously abandoned passion, vengeful and uncontrollable. There was no room for tenderness because the red-haired co-ed didn't know the meaning of the word.
He wished everyone could witness his brutal and uncaring rape of her loins. Moans came from the churningly writhing couple on the bed. They were nearly at their orgasmic peaks and driving into each other's bodies with an almost super-human sexual frenzy. The young stud strained forward and rammed deeply into the red-haired young girl, jerking the base of his tortured hard cock tight up against her enflamed clitoris with each uncontrollable thrust.
Cherry grew so excited from her lover's frantic pounding that she forced herself toward the edge of the bed, dropping her legs till her feet once more touched the carpet. Her thighs were scissored open as fully as possible and Rick's body was lying over hers with his toes just touching the floor and his thighs locked together between hers. Somehow the new position of their bodies had created a new and exciting angle of penetration. Rick's rock-hard dick was pounding her aching cunt lips in an almost vertical position, the thick stem twisting upwards and battering her clitoris with every forward undulation of his loins.
"Yes. Oh, I can't. I can't. I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming," Cherry chanted in an ecstasy of pleasure.
Suddenly Rick felt his loins jerk involuntarily beneath him, and his whole body seemed to convulse as a white explosion of boiling semen gushed from his insanely thrusting cock and poured deep into her wetly gaping cunt. He gripped her hips tightly in his strong hands and rammed his cock deeper, just as the first gush of the sticky fluid flooded the recesses of her cunt, filling the moistly heated cavity till it was overflowing. Her wildly bucking buttocks continued to pump and milk his spasming cock of every last drop of the precious fluid.
The young brute was bouncing against the co-ed's hot loins like an electric drill, her loins being brutally battered by his relentless angry cock. She riveted her haunches into his loins, delighted by his cruel and unfeeling rape of her flesh.
"Stick it up me harder, you son of a bitch," she shrieked.
The brutal assault only served to stimulate her further and her head bounced uncontrollably from side to side as she muttered lewd words at the man.
"That's it, you animal. Pull my tits. Harder. Harder. Fuck me. More. More. I'm ready. I'm ready to spill my load."
No sooner had the words escaped her lips than her body began to writhe as if she were having a catatonic fit. She flung her body forward and howled like a mad animal.
"O-h-h-h, don't stop." Her eyes were wide and stared helplessly at the humping stud.
Rick could feel his own hot come rocketing into her as if it would never end. Each lunge brought with it a new series of explosions into the depths of her cunt, and when he had finally finished, his weak knees collapsed under him and he fell to the floor on his knees, groaning and muttering through the haze of passion.
Cherry fell back on the bed. It had been a terrific screwing, but she had to get back to the campus. After all, she and Arlene had an orgy to go to that night at Hollister House.
CHAPTER SIX
Inevitably, for Arlene, the evening rolled around. The mood at Hollister House was one of impatience. Many of the residents were gone for the weekend, three of those remaining, studs named Dave, Red and Fenton, all seniors in their twenties, had managed to arrange an evening that none of the fortunate brothers remaining in the two-story brick structure would soon forget.
Dave was particularly nervous. After all, it was his friend, former college football star Rick Barrington, who had offered to line up the girls for this special occasion. He could only hope his buddy didn't let him down. Rick had assured him these two girls were real swingers, but not hardened pros, for none of the guys went for that. They wanted a couple of foxes that, given just the right little boost, would give Hollister House an unforgettable night.
Anyway, this should indeed be a fun night. It was a preliminary farewell to a couple of early graduates, a pair of fifth year dudes named Mac and Bob. Dave had planned a little treat for the duo who couldn't graduate last June, as well as some first-class entertainment for him and the others. Mac and Bob had flunked so many courses, they'd had to stay on an extra semester.
It was half-past nine and Arlene was waiting quietly outside Hollister House in Cherry's borrowed car for her friend to check and be sure everything was still on. She was at the point now where it really didn't matter one way or the other. The whole day behind her was one big blur, a confused mixture of sleeping, bathing and partaking of Cherry's seemingly endless supply of marijuana cigarettes.
She had totally lost track of how many they had smoked, but it was enough to obliterate any traces of objection she might have had to coming here. After all, hadn't her good friend Cherry assured her it was just a party? What could happen at a party full of people? It couldn't be like last night. It just couldn't.
"Arlene, there's a little hitch," a voice was saying just off her right shoulder. She soon realized it was Cherry and rolled her window all the way down to hear what she was saying.
Instead of finishing, Cherry helped her from the car, eased her along the first few shaky steps till she regained her balance and led the way into the house. "What is it. Cherry?" she finally asked, her head a little clearer now in the chill night air. "What is the little hitch?"
"The party is a send-off for a couple of the older jocks, fifth-year-boys."
Arlene's mouth just sort of hung open for a minute as she mindlessly climbed the last of the concrete steps and stepped into the foyer where the blaring sounds of hard rock could be heard, along with wafting smell of sweet-smelling grass being burned in a pipe. "You didn't say anything about this, Cherry. Did Rick know? How could he do this without telling us?"
Suddenly there was a tall, well-dressed but rough-hewn young man standing before her, looking very hard at first, but quickly smiling warmly. "Hello, I'm Bob. You must be Arlene."
' Yes. How do you do?" she managed weakly.
Before either of them could speak again, there was a loud booming voice from inside. "Bring 'em on in, Bob. The party's on in here." They were quickly hustled inside to a room lit with red bulbs and occupied by six or eight couples, spread pretty evenly around the large dimly-illuminated room, and introduced to the other stud. Mac.
He held out his hand and Arlene shook it instinctively. Mac was big enough to be a professional football player and not bad looking. For that matter, both of them could have been considered better than average looking, but it didn't make any difference. She wasn't really scared now, at least not like yesterday. She'd never really known any older guys, but the idea of being one's date was okay.
She remembered one thing, Rick's promise about forgetting the bill after tonight. With all the worrying she had done over that, surely this could hardly be worth concerning herself over. Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn't it? After tonight, she could forget about that money, forget about losing her job, maybe even her education. For all that, she'd do almost anything.
"Let me have your coats," said Mac, and he stood by quietly as the two girls took off their jackets, busily eyeing them both from head to toe. Arlene felt uncomfortably like a slave girl on the block in Roots, but she resigned herself to enduring it. There were whispered asides and giggled remarks from some of the other girls as soon as it spread around that they were paid chicks, but that didn't bother Arlene. The opinions of a bunch of empty-headed co-eds didn't mean much to her, not nearly as much as this one chance to get out from under the crushing weight of the McTear debt.
She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb lamb in a slaughter house, and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and somehow the words came out. Another marijuana cigarette was making the rounds, a different kind this time, something one of the house residents brought back with him from Florida. Arlene dutifully took her puff and nearly choked at the incredible potency of this grass. It was nothing like the other. This was so strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs.
Whatever it was that happened in. the next two hours is anybody's guess, for surely Arlene will never know. All she remembers now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly rolled cigarette with the pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end and before she knew it, the room had changed.
Gone were the other couples. Gone were the soft red lamps. She was in an unused bedroom, strewn with soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses, lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles. Cherry was there, both the older guys, and three of the seniors from the party, one she remembered, Dave. She looked around. There were no other girls, no couples sitting cozily, just her and Cherry and five men.
I must be going nuts. What am I doing in this room with these people, smoking grass? I've never done this before. Have I completely lost my mind?
"Here, honey, try some," said a voice. It was Cherry, holding what looked like a tiny smoking pipe between her fingers, filled with some more of the potent grass.
"What is it?" she asked. "I don't need any more of that grass, if that's what it is."
Both the older boys laughed, but the seniors seemed to miss the joke. "It's not ordinary weed, baby. It's Acapulco Gold," roared Mac.
"Gold?" asked Arlene innocently, bringing a fresh round of laughs and chuckles from the others.
"The best. Got me some in Miami."
"No," she said emphatically. "That's potent stuff. I'm not taking any more of that!"
Cherry squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Arlene, it's not hard stuff. In fact, it's not addictive at all. It'll make you feel better, clear your head. It's really good for making you think clearly. Go ahead, just blow a little more and hold it. Don't cough, if you can help it."
Cherry held the miniature pipe to her lips and Arlene, finally, inhaled it into her lungs. She wasn't prepared for what she experienced. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, everything intensified, all her thoughts seemed ordered and well-contained. This room, this whole scene, seemed somehow under control, as if nothing could happen to her because she knew what was going on and was in control of every second. It was weird, wonderfully weird, the feeling of exhilaration and power and confidence that that one little drag of the grass had given her.
There was something else, something Cherry and the others knew about, but Arlene had yet to learn. Another of the interesting side effects of real good grass, an effect the boys and Cherry were quite looking forward to is that grass can be one of nature's best aphrodisiacs. With a little grass a girl could lose her inhibitions. Nothing heightened the feelings and the sensations of fucking better.
What Arlene didn't realize was that she had just inhaled enough into her lungs to turn her into a helpless, uncontrolled sex machine.
Cherry was wearing a yellow jumper mat perfectly set off the beautiful curves of her long trim thighs and calves and she had risen to her feet, a little unsteadily at first from the exhilarating high of the Acapulco Gold, and was weaving slowly and gently to the sound of recorded music from the room's stereo speakers. Like every room in the house, it was wired into the downstairs stereo system.
Arlene felt lightheaded, as if she would float off the edge of her chair if she didn't hold on. She became fascinated with the colors of an enormous hotel neon sign visible at the crest of a hill outside the Hollister House window, reds, blues, then a brilliant explosion of yellows and oranges as the hotel sign rotated.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Cherry reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her garment. She pulled slowly on the zipper of the jumper, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these strangers. Arlene, like the five men, was entranced, mesmerized, by what her roommate was about to do.
The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. The redhead's hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the men and Arlene looked on excitedly. She tossed her long red hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
She eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the men breathing quickly and heavily. Her ripe full young breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her dress, peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of warm flesh.
One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. Bob and Mac's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young girl stripping before their eyes, stripping herself to her ripe, full nakedness. Best of all, she was going to be theirs to fuck. Mac and Bob knew why this had been planned. They'd have to be fools not to know this whole thing was set up to be nothing more than the grand send-off for the two of them.
This was what was expected of them, and they knew it, but it didn't matter, not with a couple of women like this. Neither of them had ever had such a voluptuous girl before. And then they'd be fucking the other one. Who cared if those seniors were watching. They'd give 'em a show all right, show those young bastards what a real man could do with a hot-blooded young girl like this. Yes, sir, they'd give 'em a show they'd never forget.
Mac could feel his cock already aching painfully inside his pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to penetrate this lovely creature. He tried to imagine what her pussy would be like, wet and soft, pink and warm and vulnerable, just waiting for his long, hard cock to fill her like she'd never been filled before.
Cherry lifted one softly firm breast with her hand, just enough to feel its full voluptuousness as it stood taut, high and quivering from the touch of her own fingers flowing caressingly over the warmly supple flesh. Her gleaming breasts seemed to be swirling a dance of their own, shivering with the beat of the music as it wafted from the wall-mounted speakers, inviting the two men forward as the others watched. Their eyes were agog, as Cherry urged Bob and Mac to take her throbbing nipples in their eager wet mouths, seemingly begging them to answer the gnawing, churning animal need in her belly, a need as old as time, the need for a man.
Balancing on one foot, she tugged the jumper down to her ankles and yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her little pink panties between the eyes of the men and her own delicious nakedness. Arlene was staring, watching with eyes that saw but did not believe.
Cherry's tiny pants were not nearly enough to completely cover her magnificently formed buttocks. As she spun slowly around before them, they could all see where the long flowing curve of her smoothly unblemished back soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching fleshy swell of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory-white cheek was nakedly revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at them like warm, black eyes at the tip of her spine.
Except for the sound of the music, there wasn't a noise to be heard in the stuffy, closed room as the drugged co-ed ground her ripely flaring hips back and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring anyone to yank the sheer filmy panties down from her slender young waist, over the tenderly sensitive flesh of her smooth inner thighs.
Her fingers hooked in the tight band of her panties, and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her buttocks. Her back was demurely turned like a professional stripper might, and her ass poked out in jaunty invitation toward the perspiring audience.
They gasped aloud, all of them, at their first real glimpse of the gorgeous young girl's warmly naked ass, the glow of light from the candles reflecting as if in a mirror on the smoothly gleaming flesh of her fully rounded mounds. Slowly, she rolled the panties down over the firmly jutting cheeks of her ass, stretching them as they tightened in the crevice beneath the smooth curve of her bottom-cheeks, where the soft swell joined her milky thighs.
She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the two older guys, rotating them lustily in an unmistakably lewd sexual invitation. She reveled in what she was doing, offering herself bodily to the two men, right here on a college campus. The wickedly forbidden thrill of it all wildly excited her, and she hungered for their huge pricks inside her, rammed hard and deep between her milky thighs.
She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin mounds apart, obscenely displaying the tightly puckered little ring of her anus, the taut nether ring opening and closing as she tensed the strong muscles in her ass. Over the whispered, excited mumbling of the three seniors, Mac's and Bob's heavy breathing drowned out all other sounds in the small candle-lit room.
Nothing was in their minds now except the hotly beckoning little hole of the young redhead's anus. It puckered open like a small taut mouth just waiting for the long stiff lengths of their aching cocks to bore deep up into her insides, to tunnel into her back passage like snakes searching for gophers.
Cherry's nakedly gleaming ass rotated on its own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around, facing the two older youths, seemingly mindless of her friend Arlene sitting stupefied to her right and stoned almost out of her mind from the powerful marijuana, watching everything with glazed, unbelieving eyes.
With both hands. Cherry lifted the bountiful fullness of her breasts, offering them wordlessly to the two students. Bob and Mac were the only men standing now. The seniors had retreated to the side of the bedroom where they sat on a couple of mattresses, their hands in their laps to conceal their aching hard-ons as they watched this nakedly luscious girl offer herself like a slave to the graduating men.
Now Cherry tantalizingly eased her open palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of flesh warmly gleaming in the candlelight. With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only the soft thicket of pubic hair at the bottom of her pelvis, and the moistly heated pink lips beneath.
Her thighs parted as she lowered the filmy nylon garment like a flag of unconditional surrender, nakedly exposing the delicate vee at the top of her supple thighs in the flickering candlelight that bathed the room. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her bare legs. Then she stepped out of them and tossed them at Bob's feet.
In the closed room, the air was suddenly charged as if by a lightning bolt. She was now completely naked before the men and her best friend. There was nothing left to the imagination. Arlene was shocked back to reality. She tried to look away, to hide hex face from this wanton spectacle, as if it was wrong for her to be here, to see her friend degrade herself this way.
The incredibly potent marijuana once again asserted its grip on her. She couldn't look away. She was drawn back to the salacious scene as if by some ancient magic ritual, to the wickedly exciting vision of her old friend stripped naked like this in front of these men.
Cherry opened her legs, giving the closest ones. Bob and Mac, an unobstructed view of her nakedly unguarded cuntal passage and her puckered pussy-lips moistly glistening with her own love-juices. There was a sudden rustling as the three seniors shuffled positions on the mattresses, maneuvering for a better glimpse of this red-headed co-ed's naked cunt.
"Bet you'd like some of that, huh. Mac?" shouted one.
"You better believe it." came his fast, unruffled reply. He knew what they were thinking, but to hell with all of them. He was going to get some pussy tonight, and it suited him all the better that these boys were going to bear witness. This way, nobody would ever doubt his story.
Cherry leaned backwards, scraping her long luxuriant hair to the floor as she swept her head wildly from side to side. The tempo of the music from the speakers had suddenly picked up and with it. Cherry's savagely wanton dance grew more and more frantic.
Flickering colors radiated from the melting candles to cast a thousand different multi-colored shadows along the warmly gleaming curves and valleys of her ripe young body.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body into the warm crevice between her parted thighs. Her fingers spread the pinkly ragged lips of her pussy as she leaned back, opening the moistly heated passage to the hungry stares of all five college men.
Mac could take it no longer, not that he was -any more excited than his friend. It was just simply that Bob was too far gone from the grass to respond as quickly, and he stood mesmerized by the girl's writhing passion.
Not Mac. In what seemed less than an instant, he moved in close to the nakedly dancing redhead, unbuttoning his trousers and dropping them to the floor as he stepped clear of them. Baby, this cock of mine is going so deep inside your sweet little ass, you'll think it's coming out the top of your head, he thought.
"Come here, honey, I've got some good, good meat for you." As he spoke, he pulled off his undershorts and yanked them down his muscular legs. His enormous cock sprang up like a frightened stallion, hard and gleaming along its full thick length. Cherry looked only at his huge, throbbing cock, sticking out from his rock-hard loins like a flagstaff from the side of a building.
Suddenly she was afraid. It'll kill me. I've never seen a cock so huge. I could never take that thing up inside me.
He circled her like a lion stalking his prey, sizing up her youthfully firm nakedness, exploring with his hungry eyes every inch, every crevice of her deliciously ripe young body. She trembled as she anticipated what was next, fearful literally for her life as she stared in horrified fascination at the awesome symbol of his savage manhood rising from his sweating pelvis like some vicious weapon.
His strong muscles rippled as he moved. Obviously he was in excellent shape, probably a weight-lifter or a physical fitness nut. She couldn't see an ounce of flab anywhere on his body, his legs and arms were thick and full, with hard curves tracing the lines of his well-developed muscles.
He had the look of power about him, and Cherry suddenly had the terrifying feeling that she was going to be raped by an animal, that his awesome sexual energy was somehow linked to some untapped forbidden well of animal passion. He was a beast.
He could feel his balls aching with desire as he looked over the naked young girl. He'd never seen one that great, except in magazines, not unless you count that widow woman that used to expose herself out behind the barn when he and his brothers were harvesting the summer's peanut crop, and she could hardly count for much, seeing as how she never let him touch her, just look. This one was different, and he suspected correctly that she was a nympho.
He wished he could see into the other girl's mind, know what she must be thinking as she watched her girl friend about to get fucked by a real stud. Shit, she was probably soaked between her legs just from looking at his cock. Wait till she sees it going in all wet and hard, sunk to the hilt in this little honey's tail.
"Down on your knees, bitch. I got something I want first. You take care of me and I'll do the same for you, understand?"
She obeyed without daring to question his order, dropping instantly down on all fours at the huge naked man's feet, her bare thighs and soft buttocks quivering helplessly as she cringed before him awaiting his command.
Cherry was a shivering mass of sensitized nerve endings as she knelt before him, worked into a sexual frenzy by the fury of her own lascivious striptease, and now, uncontrollably, she found herself reaching for the incredibly long shaft of his glistening cock. Reverently, in awe, her fingers sought to touch it, to do homage to its majestic hugeness as it stood out, now fully hard and erect, like the boom of a sailing ship from his wiry loins. A miniscule seeping of his pre-come fluid poised on the blood-engorged tip of his enormous organ.
He kneeled over her, straddling her and wallowing in the reckless thrill of watching this redheaded, sex-crazy bitch writhing so voluptuously between his legs, her fingers gently, lovingly, wrapped around the wrist-thick shaft of his prick, and he inched forward, on his knees now, pushing her back onto the mattress till the soft flesh of her body was flattened beneath him.
He eased forward, lasciviously rubbing his naked crotch along the trimly supple length of her helplessly writhing form, his thighs and heavy balls insinuating themselves over the smooth whiteness of her translucent young skin. His buttocks pressed down onto the smoothly rounded nakedness of the girl's bare breasts and he could feel the tiny pink tips of her hard little nipples rubbing against his ass as she squirmed in nervous anticipation beneath him.
He caught a glimpse of the three seniors out of the corner of his vision, all of them hunched excitedly on their mattress perches, their mouths hanging open laxly as they watched this wanton spectacle unfolding before their amazed eyes. Fuck, he'd give them a show, all right.
"Open those pretty little lips, baby, because daddy wants a little cocksucking."
Cherry knew better than to resist now. The man's feelings, a lifetime of desire and frustrations, were all reflected in his hard eyes. Suddenly she knew this was to be a long, long night.
With one hand, he lifted her head, gripping the thick red hair and pulling her up toward his long, impatiently throbbing dick. With the other, he forced the lengthy shaft of his cock downward so that it brushed the girl's wetly ovaled lips. He circled her mouth with the swollen head, brushing a thin smear of the white pre-come discharge from the end of it over her lips and chin.
"Open your mouth nice and wide." Cherry reluctantly obeyed, though the humiliation of lewdly lying like this before Arlene and those other boys was far worse than she could have ever imagined. Her mind was still reeling from the drugs, but she knew she was to be wantonly, inhumanly ravished and abused.
Mac slipped the thick hard head of his cock along her saliva-slickened tongue and deep into her mouth, filling it completely as it snaked slowly down her throat. She clamped her lips around the huge cock, and then began licking wildly at the swollen, throbbing tip, swirling her tongue over the sensitive little hole at the end.
In her state of drug-induced fantasizing, she felt she was a sex slave and that she had to do her best to please him. She shuddered to think what those enormous hands of his could do to her frail body if she displeased him, refused him any favors, no matter how degrading or disgusting.
Cherry couldn't see Arlene or Bob, but she knew they would be watching as she hungrily licked and swirled her quivering pink tongue along the full length of his glistening cock imbedded in her mouth. It reflected the flickering candlelight as it slithered wetly from her wide-stretched, ovaled lips. Every thrust forward of his rough-haired pelvis shoved the huge, throbbing dick further down her bruised throat passage.
The red-headed co-ed explored every pore of the enormous prick, holding her fingers securely around its thick hairy base as she felt the shivers of heatedly savage desire rippling through his belly as her tongue licked the distended top clean of its sticky pre-come emissions. His deeply painful thrusts became faster as she swirled her tongue tantalizingly around the throbbing head.
Mac couldn't take his eyes off the squirming, totally naked body of the young girl lying so helplessly beneath him. He could feel her warmly taut breasts heaving under him, her nipples poking into the flesh of his ass as she breathed heavily in her wanton excitement.
Her pale-pink lips were stretched grotesquely as she strained to get the thick bulb of his prick buried to the hilt in her throat, gagging as she tried vainly to accommodate the turgidly fleshy cudgel that threatened to completely choke her any second. Her red hair fanned out behind her like a fiery halo. She was a love goddess and she was his to do with her as he pleased.
His balls rubbing over his chin, he stepped up the pace of his assault on her face, grinding his loins against her till her nose was rubbing into the hairs above his cock.
It was nearly impossible to swallow, for the thick pulsing head of his prick filled her tender throat passage to capacity. She waited till there was a chance, when his dick was nearly out of her mouth on his long, smooth back-thrust, and gulped down a quick swallow of saliva and pre-come juices that were almost choking her. It felt better now, her throat muscles relaxed, and the thick shaft bored even deeper into her hotly working mouth.
His hands were on her hips, unnecessary now for she offered him no resistance. He was grinning broadly as he watched the naked young girl beneath his sperm-laden balls gulping and swallowing to take in every inch of his hardened cock. He suddenly stepped up the pace faster still, ramming the full throbbing length far down her throat, as his sweaty pelvis pushed hard against her face.
He didn't look around, but he knew his friends must be going out of their minds watching a show like this. They hadn't seen anything yet Cherry caught a glimpse of Bob, standing just a few feet away. He had his cock out. It was as big as Mac's, and he looked as though he aimed to use it.
Mac suddenly jerked back as if in terrific pain, his head thrown back, his mouth open as if about to scream, sinking his thick cock as far as it would go down the bruised throat of the girl, his sperm-bloated balls dangling over her chin, his loins pressed tight against her face. She couldn't breathe. The huge shaft blocked her throat and his wetly matted hair covered her nostrils like a damp cloth. Then it happened. The final act of this lascivious tableau, the ultimate humiliation.
The enormous cock tightly imbedded in her throat suddenly began to spurt its white-hot load deeply down into her belly. Spurt after spurt of the thick fluid cascaded down her bruised throat passage in wet, oozing waves, soothing the battered and ravished flesh as it drained salaciously down into her heaving belly. Cherry's cheeks hollowed to contain the flooding sperm, and a trickle escaped her lips to stream down her cheek to the floor below as she lay on her back, naked and helpless, her legs apart so that the others, Bob and the seniors, could see far up between her thighs.
They saw her naked, hair-lined slit, as well as the wanton sight of her milking this big man's balls dry. They all found their arousal growing hotter with each passing second.
"That's it, bitch, every drop. Suck it clean, honey," Mac crooned, a satisfied grin on his roughly handsome face.
The bitter liquid filled her mouth one last time, and she quickly gulped it down to join the rest filling her excitedly quivering belly. He gave one last shuddering gasp, smashing his loins down against her face, smearing the hotly oozing flow around her nose and cheeks, as the huge organ began to soften, turning rubbery between her tightly compressed lips.
He pulled it free with a lewdly wet sucking sound, and it trailed a stream of white sticky sperm over her naked young breasts and along her belly as he rocked back onto his heels. Cherry could breathe again freely for the first time since he had crouched over her, and her bulging breasts rose and fell as she gasped hungrily to fill her aching lungs.
For the first time since he'd started fucking her, there was whispered conversation again in the dimly-lit room from the seniors huddled together a few feet away, their eyes on Arlene as she sat on the edge of a mattress, her eyes glazed over from the marijuana.
"Well, how about you, Bob? Think you can match that?" hooted one of the boys.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob was standing to the side of the room, his hand already on his waiting, eagerly throbbing cock. Arlene turned instinctively and gasped as she saw it, only vaguely aware that it was meant for her. She had fleeting thoughts of running, of escaping, but for the moment, she was paralyzed, unable even to stand unaided.
"Hey, honey," came the menacing voice. Arlene turned and faced its source. "Looks like you and me got some fucking to do."
The befuddled young girl felt hands touch her shoulders, then her arms, and suddenly there seemed to be strong male hands all over her, pushing her, prodding her to her feet.
The jeering voices came through the darkness again, over the raucous blare of the stereo speakers. "C'mon, girl. Here's your chance for some cock. Let's see what you can do." Like a razor-sharp saber, the young man's ugly words cut through the drugged stupor surrounding Arlene, and she leaped to her feet, backing away from the man cautiously, intent only on making it to the closed door a dozen feet away.
One of the seniors jumped and blocked the door. He grinned down at her. "Oh no you don't, bitch. You aren't running out on us now. We've got a lot of fun coming yet. We didn't pay all that hard-earned money to just sit back and watch."
She tried to struggle away, but his hand lashed out at her shoulder. She snapped away just as his finger snared the thin fabric of her blouse, ripping it down the middle as if it were paper. The garment fell away in two tattered halves, exposing the white firmness of her breasts softly resting in the sheer cups of her brassiere.
"No please. You can't do this!"
Both of the senior's powerful arms suddenly snaked around her, and with one quick, deft move, he undid the snaps of her bra and yanked it away, throwing it halfway across the room in his frantic excitement. His eyes widened as he stared at the frightened brunette's large, ripe breasts, two bulging, pink-tipped mounds just waiting for his lips. This terrified young girl wasn't for him now. She belonged to Bob. Almost reluctantly, he shoved her toward the older student.
"Come here," he growled, and this time Arlene knew there was no choice but to obey. Bob was watching eagerly, and he too had moved between her and the door, still stark naked, his arms folded across his huge chest. Arlene took one half-step toward the door, trying to avoid him, and abruptly found herself in the frenzied, sex-hungry man's clutches. His fleshy lips locked hungrily on hers as his rough tongue darted between her teeth, hotly exploring the moist recesses of mouth.
Arlene tried to pull away, to break away from his grip, but he held her tightly with his big hands clamped like vises on her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she could feel the circulation slowing in her hands and wrists. His warmly wet lips left her mouth and traced a line along the curve of her upturned chin, passionately but gently nibbling at the soft flesh of her neck before moving down along the smooth expanse of her chest.
The horrified girl's blood ran cold as Bob's voraciously sucking lips neared the fleshy swell of her agitated breasts. Another instant, and they were hotly clamped around the pinkish halos of her nipples. Now his glistening tongue swirled around the hardening tips of her quivering breasts, and his sharp teeth nipped playfully at the swelling little nipples.
Arlene knew Cherry was watching. She knew her best friend was there somewhere in the darkness, watching as she was dragged into the lowest, vilest depths .of humiliation and depravity. She was once again, the second time in less than twenty-four hours, being treated as a common street-walking whore, just a plaything for these vicious men, theirs to fondle, to caress. She was theirs to empty their seething loads of sperm into, just a lust-receptacle for these savages.
Arlene was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the empty mattress. Now that she was standing the effects of the grass seemed doubled. The room was spinning around a central axis, whirling in a dizzying kaleidoscope heightened by the flickering lights from the candles.
Her calves backed against the edge of the mattress and with a gentle push from Bob, she fell flat on her back across the mattress, her mini-skirt bunching up around her slender young waist. Her eyes had been closed. Now she opened them wide in fear as she lost her balance and tumbled across the mattress. Bob seemed to tower over her like a giant, his chest a solid wall of muscle now that he had removed his shirt.
"Please don't. Please," she whimpered futilely. She knew that her pleas and tears would be unheeded. Nothing would stop this .muscular stud now.
He leaned forward and nibbled the softly tender flesh of her inner thigh, teasing the skin playfully with sharp nipping little bites all along the smooth nakedness of her upper leg. He started just above her dimpled knee and worked his way up, stopping just short of the flimsy white panties at the intersection of her firm fearfully trembling thighs. Arlene tried to fight it. She wouldn't give this vicious animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.
In spite of her good intentions, the twenty year-old co-ed had smoked to much of that potent grass to remain totally in control of her body. She began a low moaning as his hot lips nibbled steadily in one spot, just inches away from the almost unguarded furrow of her young cunt. His hands slid easily over her tautly smooth belly and fastened on the jutting mounds of her softly ripe breasts, squeezing with his open palms and pinching the tender flesh in ridges between his rough fingers which contrasted so sharply with the smoothness of her skin.
Her mind was reeling. She'd been prepared for the worst, for agonizing pain, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation, but not his. His warm, sensuous seduction was something she had not anticipated. If only he weren't so gentle, so skilled in his passionate probings of her naked body.
Of their own volition, Arlene's long legs slowly parted, opening up the moistly pink slit of her pussy, easily visible to the young man's view beneath the gauze-like material of her panties. It looked like a long-sought treasure to him, a sparkling gem concealed up there between her wide-spread thighs.
"Go on, Bob," one of the boys yelled, "she's asking you to eat a little pussy."
His remark was greeted with laughter, but the big man gave no indication of hearing it. His hotly voracious mouth moved closer to the forbidden orifice, his nose brushing the fragrant curls teasing out from under the legbands of her panties. By now, everyone including Arlene knew his goal. The moistly throbbing cunt between her snow white thighs was his target.
She jerked harshly as she felt another pair of hands touch her face and shoulders. Her eyes popped open. It was Cherry.
"Here, Arlene, take another deep drag. It'll make you think you're floating in space." She held a brightly glowing joint between her fingers and before the young brunette could answer, touched the cigarette to her lips. Arlene inhaled, filling her lungs quickly with a slow, powerful puff, then held it till her chest seemed about to explode.
Cherry then disappeared again in thee darkness around the mattress, but that didn't matter. Arlene could feel the potent psychedelic rush straight to her brain. The flashing colors from outside suddenly intensified, burning brightly now like tinted floodlights shining into the smoky room. Her hands had been by her side, but now they were moving of their own accord to the flat plane of her belly, just above the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thinly covered dark pubic triangle.
Abruptly she pulled the crotchband of her white panties aside and began rubbing herself tenderly, caressingly, her fevered young body responding now fully to the man's carnal probings between her long slender legs.
With surprising gentleness. Bob removed her hands and then brushed apart the softly curling pubic hair guarding her exposed pussy, using his thumbs to gently spread the heatedly moistened layers of pink flesh. He leaned forward at the same moment and without warning, clamped his hungry lips on the pearl-like bud of her exposed clitoris.
Arlene's whole body suddenly arched off the bed, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire that shot out her loins as his lips -made their first hot contact with her naked pussy. Again he began the tormenting nibbling on her clitoris, while, at the same time, his hands were hungrily ripping the softly flimsy crotchband of her panties all the way open.
She screamed, her cry was more one of anguished helplessness than of pain or terror, and then as the panties were ripped in half, being held together only by the elastic band around her waist, her hips began a wanton response of their own, grinding upward against his face as he chewed ravenously on her fevered cunt lips. She was trapped in a swirling, soaring surging' of drug-heightened rapture and wanton delight.
Bob's quivering red tongue snaked into the hotly moist tunnel between her widespread legs, worming in between the softly warm walls, then licking along the wet furrow of her pussy till his tongue brushed electrically again over her throbbing clitoris. One hand was far up between the shadowy cleft of her whitely trembling buttocks, his fingers caressing the tightly puckered ring of her anus. The other hand was climbing back up to the damp slit of her cunt and on reaching it, he slid his outstretched middle finger easily into the warm shelter of her violently trembling pussy, pushing back the tight fleshy walls that clamped so hotly around it.
"She's got the tightest little pussy I've ever seen. It's going to be something else pumping my cock into this hot little bitch."
He pulled his finger momentarily from her moistly heated tunnel and spread even wider the pinkly ragged lips of her pussy, burying his face tighter against her writhing loins as his lips clenched tight around the pulsing nipple of her clitoris. His tongue licked hungrily at her wetly perfumed slit, lapping at her seeping cuntal juices and swallowing them down eagerly, relishing the young feminine taste of her naked pussy against his lips.
Arlene opened her mouth as if to cry out, but only a mourningful hoarse moan escaped her lips, a soulful whine from deep in her throat. She was frantically writhing now, quivering at his agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated loins up against the big man's face, grinding her fleshy pink pussy-lips hard against his full sensuous mouth.
What's happening to me? Have I turned into some kind of animal? Why can't I make this all go away? Oh, I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself, she thought.
Her empty cunt was now aching with wildly insatiable passion, aching for the one thing that would answer the torturing, lustful desires that were raging hotly in her naked belly, aching for the hard, soothing thrust of his big dick, aching for his long, throbbing cock buried deep in her burning passage. She had to have it, she had to have its rock-hard firmness rammed up inside her. There was no other way to quell this frenzied riot of savage passion burning out of control in her quivering belly.
Bob's two strong hands suddenly gripped her ankles as he pulled her over on her belly. "Get up on your knees," he commanded, and Arlene obeyed. She would have done anything right now to curb this frenzied spasm of wanton desire rippling incessantly from her.
The mattress was soft, and it gave with the weight, but she gripped the edges securely, bracing herself as she rose to her hands and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a flag before the man on his knees behind her.
Cherry had dropped into the chair by the door, her naked legs draped over the arm, and Mac was preparing to fuck her hungrily waiting cuntal orifice, holding his hugely throbbing cock with both hands as he guided it toward the waiting girl's wet, juicy sheath. Neither of them would have taken their eyes off the action on the other mattress for a second, but they had withstood the torturing flames of naked lust as long as they could stand it. There was no holding back. Cherry cried out in pain and exaltation as the long, glistening shaft eased between the pink lips of her pussy, stretching the tender lips wide as the blood-filled head sank out of sight in the young redhead's cunt.
Fighting the pain, Cherry gripped the arm of the chair and shoved her ravenous pussy back up against the guy's hard lunge. She gasped aloud as his thick cock sank six inches in her hotly stretched cunt pushing aside the softly moist walls like rippling waves as he burrowed deep into her open cuntal sheath.
He paused, then thrust the rest of his enormous fleshy rod up all the way to the hilt in her belly, ramming it into her so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony. He d waited too long already for this. There was not time now for building up slowly, he pumped into her like a buck mounting a doe in heat, thrusting it hard and fast in a frantic rhythm that threatened to split her in half with its fury.
He'd been led too far. The delicious thrill of having the beautiful girl sucking his cock, the wildly exciting lewd spectacle of her young friend's naked pussy being eaten by Bob. Suddenly the youth's head went back and a surprised, anguished shout came from his lungs. His big fleshy rod again spewed its load into the redhead's belly, only this time it pumped in staccato bursts into her hungry, receptive young cunt, filling it completely and oozing whitely out onto the arm of the chair. Cherry's pussy-lips milked every drop of the hotly jerking sperm from the huge shaft, sucking the warmly viscous liquid deep into her hungrily absorbing young belly.
Bob had now crawled up behind the nakedly quivering brunette and grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, turning her wetly glistening cunt back at an even more acute angle. Arlene felt one hand slip away from her ass for an instant, and then it was spreading the softly pliable lips of her pussy. Bob looked down at his massively throbbing prick poised just an inch from the girl's hot little cunt. Then, never taking his eyes off his rigid staff, he watched as his painfully aching cock moved closer and closer to the moistly quivering opening.
Cherry, only partially recovered from her wild fucking session, had swung her long legs around and was sitting, enraptured, on the edge of the chair. Mac was standing behind her, unconsciously resting his mammoth cock on the girl's bare shoulder. An insistent oozing of semen dripped onto her flesh, trickling in a lurid stream down to the upthrusting swell of her warm naked breast.
Now Bob eased forward onto the young body of the girl on her hands and knees, his eagerly pulsating prick first touching, then slowly slipping into her tight little pussy, parting the soft pubic fluff with the shaft of his mighty organ. He could feel the warm, resilient folds of her pussy close tightly over the bulbous head of his cock as he held it there, immobile, just barely in her clasping cunt, rocking it in and out, teasing her and intensifying the uncontrollable desire in her wantonly writhing body. What a tight pussy. He couldn't believe how good it felt as her strong muscular walls wetly gripped his aching dick like a clenched fist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her hungrily sucking cuntal depths.
He kept his rigidly long cock there for several minutes, only an inch or two of it nestled in the moist tightness of her cuntal passage, rocking it in and out, driving the naked girl on her hands and knees insane with his rhythmic, insistent strokes. The walls of her pussy seemed to have come alive. They were throbbing, pulsing, grabbing at this invading maleness desperately trying to pull its long length into her shamelessly aroused passage.
"I can't stand it. I can't stand it. Fuck me.
Oh, please, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Arlene suddenly groaned, her brain spinning wildly from the combined effects of the marijuana and the tormenting probes of his hugely fleshy staff skewering into her from behind.
The young brunette's lewd entreaty acted as a goad to the perspiring student, and suddenly nothing counted except his pleasure-giving cock rammed up deep inside her starving passage. With a quick, smooth snap of his hips, Bob sank his long cock to the hilt in her cunt, slamming his loins forward till his balls slapped between her thighs.
Arlene screamed out, an animal cry of pleasure and pain, and then uttered a long, low moan of anguished relief as he began to thrust in and out with a pounding savage rhythm, with each instroke ramming deeper and deeper in her wildly rippling belly. Her whole body jerked and squirmed in an obscene abandonment, a constant cry escaped from her half-open lips, her face contorted with primitive, savage lust as madly raging desires took over her body. Beads of perspiration ran down her smoothly naked thighs and mingled with the rivulets of sweat the big man was beginning to shed where their legs ground together.
"Oh yes. Harder. Harder." She yelled loudly. "Stick it in me hard and deep."
The tortured co-ed was mindless of Mac and Cherry watching and had long since forgotten the staring seniors. The redheaded Cherry was mesmerized at Arlene's sudden change from nice girl to wanton whore, and she could feel a rebirth of sexual excitement in her own loins. Both she and Mac were standing now, close by the wildly pumping figures of the muscular Bob and the shamelessly aroused brunette.
"Harder. Fuck harder," Arlene screamed again, her voice almost inarticulate through her lust-constricted throat.
Bob had never seen anything like it in his life. This hot little bitch was so enflamed she was about to explode. "You asked for it, baby. Here it comes," he groaned and grabbed the fleshy curve of her pelvis and yanked her back toward his loins, causing her to cry out shrilly as she was deeply and completely skewered now on his long, hard spear.
He could feel the raw smooth flesh of her pussy tightly clenching and unclenching in time with his plundering thrusts, sucking hotly on the long length of his cock. The young co-ed's breasts were mashed against the mattress, her buttocks waving obscenely in the air behind her, her eyes and nostrils flaring wide like those of a crazed animal.
Bob reached under her and lifted her bodily off the mattress as she pushed back hard against him, forcing every steel-hard inch of his shaft deeper and deeper up into her belly. Mac and Cherry drew even closer, only a few feet away now, and the other guys had moved up.
The hot eyes of the audience were wide with astonishment as they all watched the long glistening shaft of Bob's huge dick slither in and out of the naked brunette's tightly clenching pussy-lips, slipping out on the backstroke till only the lust-swollen tip remained encased in the hotly moist sheath, then ramming it home again, crashing hard into her belly as his sweat-matted pelvis ground tightly against the cleft of her nakedly squirming buttocks.
"Bob, let her have it!" bellowed Mac, caught up in the lascivious excitement of the moment, fighting the painful hardness swelling in his loins as he stood, naked, by the bed. His arm was around Cherry's slender waist, and she too seemed almost ready to go out of her mind herself as she watched the young man's hardened cock ram in and out of her best friend's cunt. Suddenly she yelled. "Fuck her good. Bob. Stick it all the way up. She loves it."
Arlene knew she was rapidly nearing the first orgasm she'd ever had, and she wanted more, more. This was incredible. She'd never experienced anything like this in all her life. She was dazed by the flashing colors that seemed to explode across her brain, by the high voltage blasts of electric passion shooting through her body like blasts from a shotgun. Suddenly this was the way she wanted it, wicked and perverted, the filthier and more lurid the better. "Oh. That's it. That's it. Oh yes."
Her wildly gyrating buttocks swung from side to side in an uncontrollable savage passion as his powerful arms, muscles bunched and rippling under the skin, pulled her writhing ass harder and harder against his nearly-bursting, lust-inflamed prick.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm coming," Arlene suddenly screamed. Bob didn't slow his powerfully deep strokes for even a second. Instead, he rammed each long probe to the hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a millimeter was left outside the naked girl's hungrily sucking cunt. Her body arched, her nakedly gleaming ass went high in the air as she pushed up and back against her lover. She shrieked like an animal gone mad as her orgasm continued to build in intensity. Then the impaled young co-ed convulsed, quivering all over as her orgasmic juices flooded his cock and balls, flowing wetly out of her tightly clenched young cuntal lips down her smooth inner thighs.
Bob knew this was the end. He couldn't hold back the painful tide in his loins any longer. His long fingers bit into the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks as he felt the pain intensify in his balls. His strokes grew more and more vicious, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
Arlene punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, grinding her upturned ass back against his loins. Then, with a loud, relieved grunt, the wildly throbbing cock exploded inside the impaled hips of the wildly drugged young girl, filling her belly with his hot torrents of come, shooting it far into her open and receptive womb.
Again and again his long, rigidly pulsating rod emptied itself with spasmodic jerks into her wetly clasping and sucking passage. Then, after a seeming eternity, with a pained grunt, his already deflating dick slipped from her tightly clenching cuntal grip, and she fell forward on her face, still shivering and squirming lewdly from his frenzied assault.
The only sound in the room was the gasping wheeze hissing out of Arlene's naked chest as she fought to regain her breath, and a low groan from the shamelessly aroused Cherry as her hand closed over the long, throbbing length of Mac's cock and began to caress it lovingly. Turning her head back to the other side of the room, Arlene saw that Cherry had now changed positions. She was kneeling in front of Mac now and her reluctant moans had changed into wails of rapturous surrender.
Mac was suddenly sodomizing the bent over young girl.
His thick ram-rod cock could be seen pushed halfway up into her unbelievably straining little rectum. Arlene could hardly believe her eyes.
Cherry's hips moved eagerly backward to meet the thrust of Mac cramming his lust-hardened cock into her stretching anal hole. Her naked young body undulated beneath him, and her girlishly shaped buttocks moved in tight abandoned circles that signified intense enjoyment.
"O-h-h," she chanted beneath his long powerful thrust into her small puckering anus. Mac became wilder and wilder in response and he moaned himself as he rammed into her so hard that the redhead suddenly collapsed to the floor under the weight of him.
Cherry screamed again, a cry of near exaltation. "O-h-h-h!" She was thrilling to the ass-fuck.
The cruelly ravaged girl was going out of her head with wanton desire. Her delicately curving body began convulsing and jerking out a mind-blowing orgasm that Arlene thought would never stop. At the same time.
Mac was reaching his own wild peak, and he plunged forward to imbed his spasmodically jerking prick deep up into her little rectum. He tottered onto her back and then, dragging the nakedly trembling girl with him, they both collapsed in an exhausted heap on the mattress.
Arlene was going out of her mind. How long she had been watching the ass-fuck she did not know. She had seen things in the last few minutes that she'd never expected to witness in her entire life, and now she wanted in on some of the action. Cherry was more turned-on than she'd ever thought possible, and whatever she'd done to bring it on, Arlene wanted to do it too.
"Arlene!" Bob had noticed her new passion and now was rising to his feet dick limp and with outstretched arms.
"What?" Arlene held back. Her fingers clutched tighter to the mattress. She could feel a deep blush spreading from her neck to her face, whether from her own newly aroused inner excitement or embarrassment at having been caught watching, she didn't know. Bob caught her by the wrist.
"No." She tried to wrench away.
"Yes." He held tight to her pulling arm.
"No." She tried to twist onto her side.
Suddenly Arlene was pulled over onto her back. She saw that Bob's cock was hard once more. He straddled her, apparently about to sink his dick into her cunt once again. Then Arlene felt a new sensation. She wanted to be ass-fucked!
"O-h-h-h!" she gasped as Bob's hand fell on her nakedly throbbing pussy mound. His fingers massaged the already lubricated folds of her hot cunt, finding her tiny clitoris and rubbing it gently as her whole body shivered with an ungovernable spasm of delight.
She was almost afraid she would come right then and not get to try an ass-fuck. His other hand began to rub the fully straining mounds of her breasts, squeezing their firm resilience between his fingers, then drumming his fingertips over the hardened nipples.
Arlene sighed in undeniable pleasure. She could feel her hotly throbbing cunt aching, hungering for something more substantial than his probing finger. She didn't resist as he pushed her down on her back and knelt over her before shoving her long slender legs nearly double back up against her chest. She was fantasizing his hard cock up her ass.
She gasped delightedly from his suddenly impatient roughness. "Bob," she gasped, already rolling quickly over onto her stomach. "Let's do it too. Just the way Mac and Cherry did. Do it to me."
Bob stared at the young girl pulling up now onto her knees, upraising her naked buttocks in lewd invitation. The young man didn't need any further encouragement. He rammed his madly throbbing cock deep into the hotly buttery depths of her rectum, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately shuddering back in small streams. Arlene's face was twisted now with the delirium of her approaching orgasm as every backward lunge she made sent the heavily swelling tip of Bob's thick dick deeper and deeper into her.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned. "Fuck me, Bob. Fuck my asshole. O-h-h-h."
Bob stepped up his wildly pounding rhythm, fucking as hard as he could into her tight anal channel, tunneling faster and faster through the warmly velvety walls that milked and sucked at his exploding cock. Sweat was pouring off his back as he shoved his long throbbing cock into her again and again. Then a grin flashed over his passion-contorted face as he felt the first tremors within her.
With her little remaining strength, Arlene lifted Bob's weight on her back and opened her mouth to gurgle, "I'm coming. I'm coming."
Bob's arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks high as he fucked into her convulsing rectal passage with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth with a savage motion as he buried his wildly ejaculating dick in her rectum. One more deeply plunging lunge, then another, and finally his white-hot eruption splattered deep inside her rectum.
Through a mindless haze of pleasure, Arlene could feel it, a come that filled her insides to bursting, and a rapture that was so sweet and powerful that it blew her mind. She found herself suddenly blacking out into unconsciousness.
EPILOGUE
The strange orgy at Hollister House was not the end of the line for Arlen Anton. After she had slept off the effects of the marijuana, she had awakened to a whole bevy of new fears. She lay in her bed in the apartment she shared with Cherry, wondering what was to become of her. The ringing of the doorbell woke her from her thoughts, and when she answered it, she found herself staring into the once familiar face of Les Orwell.
He had come back from Atlanta, love-sick and anxious to see her, and when she let him in it was without the awareness that here was her savior. Moments later, sitting with him on the couch, she broke down and told him the whole story. She had to restrain him from going out and killing first Rick Barrington and the young men at the residence house.
When he had cooled, he began to make plans for her. She had to go to the police and tell them the whole tale, and then she had to leave the college. The last was something Les already had plans for. He wanted her to come with him to Atlanta, as his wife, and finish her schooling there.
She fell into his arms, grateful that he could forgive her everything she had done. He didn't look down on her as some kind of tramp, only as a decent girl the fates had been cruel to. And so she followed his advice, and the result was the jailing of Rick Barrington and the closing down of Hollister House. As for Cherry, the school authorities took pity on her, and when she cooperated in the prosecution of Barrington, she was allowed to remain in school on probation.
Les and Arlene went to Atlanta, and there they began a new life. Les was prepared to spend his days with a woman of some sexual reticence, and it was nothing but a pleasant surprise when he found her warm and loving and anxious to experiment with any form of sex that would please the two of them. He quickly realized that he had married the right girl. Arlene had grown up.
