The large brightly lit three story fraternity house glittered jewel-like in the deep darkness of the late spring night. Music and the sound of young men's voices poured through the open windows out onto the long rolling green lawn and well-kept grounds that surrounded the House. Outside the House, several late model cars and sports cars lined the wide circular driveway and narrow winding street that curved past Xi Theta towards the other fraternities further down the Row.
Inside the enormous home, a boy and a girl sat half-sprawled out on a large deep sofa in a darkened corner of the long, deeply carpeted living room. Then he reached out and drew her towards him, locking his lips wetly over hers. Their arms entwined around each other for a long moment before the girl began to struggle to pull away from him.
"Robbie! Honey, please don't!" her soft whisper hissed above the sudden creaks and groans of the couch beneath them. But the boy didn't release her from his strong grasp, and, for another moment, she struggled uselessly with his large hand clamped fiercely over the front of her sweater.
"Please, please!" he groaned wetly into the softness of her mouth while, at the same time, his other arm fell to her narrow waist and began lifting the bottom of her sweater... Suddenly, her girlishly firm buttocks ground furiously into the plush sofa cushions as she squirmed with ever increasing energy to extricate herself from his suffocating hold. Then, at that point, footsteps sounded in the marble-floored foyer just outside the open living room door and the couple sprung abruptly apart.
Robbie waited a moment as the two fraternity brothers in the entry hall went on to the large curving staircase to the second floor and disappeared from view. Then he turned back to the girl, "Damnit, you could at least let me kiss you!" he protested in a complaining voice.
"B-But you weren't... just k-kissing me!" the girl hissed back softly in an anguished tone.
"Well, what was I doing... if I wasn't kissing you!" he said loudly, suddenly filling the silence of the long dimly-lit room.
She cringed at his loud voice. "You were trying to... t-touch me!... to put your hands on my breasts!" she whispered even more softly, her small voice quivering in anger and embarrassment; then she moved back a bit from him on the sofa.
As the girl took a comb from her purse and began rearranging herself, Robbie ran his hands through his thick black shoulder-length hair and flopped against the back of the sofa. She was a campus beauty, and she knew it. That's the whole trouble! he decided. She's hung up on herself! He came to the conclusion that this was the reason none of his usual techniques worked with this girl, but whatever the cause, his lack of success was driving him crazy! I just can't... quite... seem to... MAKE IT!!
He studied her with heavy-lidded, half-closed eyes, feigning disinterest and boredom, though he didn't feel that way at all! She was a small curvaceous blonde, with a petite figure that was wildly out of sight! The lower lip of her full sensuous mouth protruded perpetually in a little girl pout. Her long white-blonde hair was parted down the middle and framed a soft heart-shaped face, giving the impression that she was peeking out seductively at everyone. As she lifted her arms to comb her hair, her large fully rounded breasts lifted up from her small rib cage and seemed to jump out at him. Jeezus... I just gotta... suck those tits!
She put her comb back in her purse, placed the purse on the floor, and then sat smiling at him, her hands folded in her lap. She looked at him sternly, but the tender light reflecting in her eyes seemed to indicate that she wanted to make up. A slight flush of softly glowing pink at her high tilting cheekbones completed the picture of young womanly loveliness.
Still, Robbie didn't feel like seeing her at all now if she wasn't going to let him kiss her! Suddenly, he wished she would leave because he didn't like the way her mere physical presence continued to sexually excite him... especially when he knew nothing would come of it! III want to just talk, I can shoot the bull with the guys!
"Maybe you'd better go now." he yawned and said slowly. "I got a lot of studying to do." Then he added, to exaggerate even further his busy-ness - laying it on even to the point of lying, "It's my turn to help Mrs. Schroeder supervise the kitchen in the morning."
He looked at the girl irritably when she didn't take the hint, but she didn't even notice that! She was staring out the wide living room door into the empty foyer, distracted now by his mention of the house-father's beautiful young wife. "Gosh," she began hesitantly, "sometimes I feel so sorry for Mrs. Schroeder! It just doesn't seem right the way Mr. Schroeder makes her stay here all the time and doesn't even allow her to have friends. Every moment of her life has to-be centered around the fraternity! Don't you think someone should talk to him about being nicer to her?"
"No." Robbie said disinterestedly.
The girl went on, growing more excited. "It sure seems funny that he should have such a young wife! And he acts like he doesn't care about her, even though she's so beautiful. I just don't understand it!"
Robbie, searching unsuccessfully for a way to answer her question and bring their conversation to an end, couldn't think of anything to say. Then, he found himself wondering about the houseparents also. He, too, was perplexed by that situation, but in an entirely different light. He ran his tongue over his dry lips as an image of the voluptuous young wife passed through his mind. She must have been at least thirty years younger than the huge, gruff Mr. Schroeder. What I'd really like to do is get her alone... I bet she needs a real fucking! She is... actually... one of the softest, most feminine, but still BUILT... broads I've ever seen in my life. I could almost cream my shorts just thinking about her!
He cleared his throat. "Oh, Schroeder's just a little gruff and grumpy," he said out loud to his girl. "I think maybe he was in the Army a long time. He's the kind of person that's always got to act like he's put out with every one, like he can't be satisfied. But that's good for the house. It keeps the guys in line. This is the best house on campus because... "
"He treats her almost as though she were a slave." the girl interrupted.
"He probably likes her a lot." Robbie said offhandedly and turned his wrist to stare at his watch, then shrugged, "Maybe he's not good at showing his feelings. I bet they're very happy!"
An amused smile spread slowly over the girl's face, and she reached up to brush her fingers affectionately against the shock of black hair that fell over Robbie's forehead. "That's the way you are, aren't you?" she said softly in an understanding voice, and nipped him playfully on his chin with her white teeth. "You have a lot of feeling, but you don't want anyone to know it!"
As she bent her head and rested her forehead against his chin, a wide grin spread over his face... boy, DO I have feelings! He tightened his fingers into the firm flesh where his hand rested on her narrow girlish waist; then he glanced down between their two bodies at the twin swelling outlines of her large melon-like breasts that protruded against the softness of her sweater and reached to within mere inches of his chest. I got one big feeling that's growing more hot and aching... throbbing in its FEELINGNESS with each passing second. And I'm not going to be able to wait to make this bird much longer! He began inching his fingers slowly and lightly up the side of her torso, feeling her delicate ribs rippling like small waves under his fingertips.
Suddenly, she pulled away, not noticing, to face him. "Oh Robbie, it's not that I don't want you to touch me! I hope you understand that!" she gasped, and pressed her hand tenderly against his chest.
"I know, I understand." he grinned, and, encircling her shoulders with his arm, drew her closer again.
"I'll make it up to you when we're married. Every moment of it, honey." she promised with resolution, her face bent against his chest.
Robbie, feeling bitter, let his arm slide from her shoulder. Judas Priest, that'd be at least four years away and she knows it! "Don't you have to get back to the dorm?" he suggested in a sudden hurried voice and looked at his watch again.
"Oh, yes." she agreed sadly and stood up, emitting a small soft laugh. "If I'm not back by curfew, everyone will think I was tied up in some... immoral behavior!"
Robbie didn't laugh, merely followed her glumly across the living room and through the enormous double door leading into the foyer. The front door to the house was open and he could hear, through the screen, another couple laughing and chatting on the front lawn outside. With a sudden quick movement, he maneuvered the girl out of the well-lighted doorway and against the wall where he could kiss her goodnight. Pulling her into the circle of his arms, he saw her eyelids gently lowering. Then he felt her hips pulled up tight against him, the warmth of her ripe young loins transmitted to him clearly through the cloth of his jeans. She tilted her head up to him to be kissed, and their mouths met and welded, his tongue probing immediately into the warm moistness of her mouth. His hands began to explore, moving down her back to the rounded protuberances of her smoothly rounded, almost boyishly tight little ass cheeks. A riotous welter of sensation seared and slashed through his loins, then her firmly fleshed buttocks began squirming in his palms as she struggled to free herself.
"You're impossible!" she sobbed and tore away from him in a huff, bounding out through the screen door onto the doorstep, then stepped back and let the door slam shut.
"I was just kissing you." he moved up and shrugged at her through the screen.
Tears of hurt and anger were flooding her eyes, "You were doing more than that! I told you how I felt about it." she whispered back at him and began to move down the steps. "Sometimes, I think you don't even listen to me!"
Robbie turned and started up the stairs without looking back. He heard the door of her Austin Healy in the driveway slam loudly, then an angry screech of tires as she gunned the sports car past the fraternity house and out the circular driveway.
He took his time moving up the stairs, dragging his tall lanky body from one step to the next, because he didn't have the faintest idea what to do with the rest of the night. He was too horny to study, too horny to shoot pool with the guys in the basement... he felt like he was going to flip out if he didn't get something soon! One thing was sure though, he was through with the blonde girl. She isn't ever going to put out, and under those circumstances, I just ain't interested! Sure, she was pretty and all that, but did she really have the slightest idea what life was all about? Did she know it involved more than holding hands in a doorway and talking about getting married in the far, far distant future?
"Shit!" he said out loud to himself. Life is too short."
First glancing both ways, he turned up a second narrow staircase that led to his bedroom on the remodeled attic floor. He knew it was about time for Mr. Schroeder to make his nightly rounds through the fraternity house, and he didn't feel like running into the pompous, self-important and overpowering housefather. There was no telling what kind of mood the man might be in. If it was a good mood, there would be a series of lewd winks and obscenely prying questions - how was the blonde girl in the sack, and was Robbie fucking any other girls... and so on. The boy wasn't a prude, but some of Schroeder's questions were so blunt and detailed that even he was embarrassed. He would have thought that Mrs. Sharon Schroeder would be enough for any one man, but it didn't seem to work out that way.
And if the housefather was in a bad mood, he wanted to see him even less, he thought now, shrugging his shoulders uneasily at the mere possibility of it. When Mr. Schroeder was angry, his deep bass voice could be heard raging from the basement of the fraternity house to the attic where Robbie and the other underclassmen had rooms. Schroeder had a lack of control in his fury that shocked and frightened him. And besides, there was no doubt of the tremendous physical strength the man possessed; he stood over six feet five, and his bald head was smooth and hard as a rock! He was probably around sixty, but he worked out every day and his enormous, strongly muscled body showed it. Robbie figured that might be the explanation for his wife's frightened, meek attitude. She's probably scared of him... I know I am!
He walked into his bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him, then switched on the light, looking with scorn at the small room. The ventilation window that sat high up under the ceiling was open, but still the tiny room was unbearably hot and stuffy. Everywhere he looked was strewn with books and records, belonging to him and his roommate, Mark Barnes, also a sophomore. On two sides, the attic walls sloped deeply, and the narrow aisle between the two single cots was barely wide enough to walk through.
He thought of the bottle of Scotch he kept hidden behind the dictionary on the top shelf of his bookcase, and, suddenly, he felt like getting a little drunk and listening to records. Maybe that would relax him and help get him out of this horny mood. He stepped onto the bed and reached blindly over his head to the top shelf, pulling out the big dictionary that hid the bottle. He grasped the Scotch in his hand and jumped from the bed back to the floor. He tilted the bottle to his lips and felt the straight liquor travel warmly down his throat and set his stomach on fire as it hit bottom. Already, he felt a little light-headed...
He took another deep gulp, then screwed on the top and tucked the bottle under his pillow. Already, it was half-empty, and there was a chance someone would walk in... and he didn't feel like watching three or four of the guys polish off the little he had left in the space of a few seconds! Besides, there was a rule against drinking in the house.
Then abruptly, he sucked in his breath and stiffened on the bed as he heard footsteps coming heavily down the hall. He had assumed that Schroeder had already made his rounds by this time, but these loud footsteps were undoubtedly the housefather's! Robbie's heart began to pound in fear and alarm; there was no real reason to be frightened, but still he was! Without thinking further, he bolted from the bed to flick off the light switch next to the door, plunging the room into darkness. The door was unlocked, he realized suddenly, and then hurriedly flung himself face down on the bed in a posture of sleeping. He burrowed his arms under the pillow, holding the bottle in his two hands, as the footsteps neared and the housefather tried the door. Schroeder flung open the door, flooding the room with light, and then closed the door and walked off, apparently satisfied. Robbie waited until the man's footsteps descended on the staircase, then crawled off the bed to his feet.
He stood in the darkness, staring at the white reflection of his pillow hiding the bottle and feeling uncomfortable about it. On second thought, he brought it from under the pillow and stepped back on the bed to return it to the shelf. He jumped up to find the empty place in the row of books and froze!
A clear view of the Schroeders' brightly lit bedroom flashed up through the ventilation window just above the top shelf!
Oh Jesus! I can see right into their room! he thought and began pushing the books from the top shelf onto the bed. The window was over his head even when he stood on the bed, and he would never have noticed if he hadn't happened to jump up at that moment just seconds ago.
He bent over to make a platform of the books strewn over his bed and stepped on top of it. Now, without straining, he could see the full length of the bedroom. Their quarters were one floor below in the new addition that had been built a few yards from the older house. There was only the space of a wide air shaft between the two buildings. That side of the Schroeders' floor faced the blank wall between the second and third stories of the older house. Obviously, the houseparents assumed no one could see in or they wouldn't have left the room brightly lit and the curtains undrawn. He swallowed hard as the shapely blonde Sharon Schroeder walked past the window and out the bedroom door without turning out the light.
God, maybe he'll screw her, he thought and swallowed harder, And if they do it... without turning out the lights... I'll see everything!
He glanced down at the illuminated dial of his alarm clock radio on the desk and saw that it was eleven o'clock. Schroeder was always up at the crack of dawn, and he figured that they would be going to bed soon. He noticed a relative diminishing of noise in the house, not yet silence, but bedtime was definitely drawing near. Now Schroeder would be locking up the outside door before returning to his own apartment in the annex for the night. Robbie took the cap off the Scotch bottle and set it on the top shelf in front of him, then began rearranging the books more securely under his feet, making himself comfortable, and prepared to stay all night if necessary...
Sharon Schroeder's deep blue eyes narrowed as she walked from the bedroom into the kitchen of the houseparents' modern one bedroom apartment in the fraternity annex. She frowned up at the clock over the sink. Already, it was eleven o'clock and she hadn't yet found time to clean up the kitchen after dinner. She and her husband John had no more than finished dinner when she'd had to leave to supervise the dinner at the house. It's exactly like running two households, she thought bitterly, and our home always comes in second!
Of course, it was basically her own fault, since John preferred that they eat dinner at the house with the boys. He was right, she knew, and it would be easier, but somehow she felt that she would lose completely the sense of having her own private life, and that feeling of privacy and independence was already on very shaky grounds. Or maybe it was as simple as a woman's desire to make a home, although John didn't expect that.
He had also suggested that they hire a couple to live-in at the main house in the old servant's quarters on the first floor. Yes, there was room and that would go a long way towards relieving the Schroeders of some of the duties of their twenty-four hour a day job. But Sharon always rejected the idea, clinging to those burdens, although she felt bogged down under them and hated them at the same time. So, she knew, this dog-tiredness she felt now was really her own fault, and not John's at all.
The truth is, she admitted to herself, I just don't know how I would face life if I wasn't busy every moment. There were too many unpleasant things to think about: John's strange behavior since they had become houseparents at the fraternity, and the fact that she was getting older and still had no real family or any children. There were the boys in the fraternity, of course, but to her it just wasn't the same thing. John just didn't realize that she simply wasn't old enough to entertain any real motherly feelings toward those boys. And she could tell from the warm, piercing... almost lewd looks the boys gave her, that they didn't think of her that way either! Those glances make me so uncomfortable... almost afraid of the boys sometimes! And then when I do relax and enjoy being with them, John gets jealous! Sometimes I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown! she thought as she began frantically doing up the dishes. He won't let me leave the fraternity for an instant. Then if I try to enjoy it, he gets jealous. No matter how I try to adjust to this life, he makes it seem wrong!
that was one reason she was so troubled now. This evening she had been joking with one of the fraternity boys in the kitchen and suddenly sensed he was ogling her, trying to see her breasts down the front of her dress as she bent over to pick up a scrap of paper from the floor. She had stood up and felt so naked and ashamed, just as though the young man was looking right through her, as though the voluptuousness of her body was some kind of lewd obscene joke! Then John had entered the kitchen at just that time. Instead of ignoring it or making a disapproving remark to the impudent young boy, he had sent Sharon home... as though she were a child! She didn't understand it! John had stalked out. As Sharon moved to leave the kitchen, she felt the boy's burning eyes following her even more brazenly than before. He hadn't even bothered to hide the filthiness of the thoughts reflected in his eyes.
But the worst was soon to come when John returned from locking up the fraternity house for the night. Then she would have to face the anger and brutality that her every slightest mistake seemed to bring out in him. He'd told her that he would see her soon. And she knew from the sound of his voice what that indicated... another night of tortured helplessness against his towering rage and bestial lovemaking. This was going to be just another excuse for him to fly into a horrible rage, taking out all his anger and finally his lust on her helplessly frightened body.
And that violent lust, she suspected guiltily, was her own fault. Two years ago, just after she'd turned twenty-eight, she had married the older man. He was then fifty-eight, a whole thirty years older than she was, but to her it hadn't made any difference. She'd had a good job as a grade school teacher and he had been retired for several years from the army. Everything had seemed so perfect between them, except her slight prudishness in sexual matters. Oh, they had engaged in some of the usual petting in his apartment, but she had never gone all the way with him, though sometimes it had been close. She had, on occasion, let him reach under her sweater, unfasten her brassiere, and massage the full ripe mounds of her exposed breasts. He had appealed to her more than any man before, and each time it had become more difficult for her to hold him back.
Despite the strong religious convictions instilled in her by her strait-laced farm family, she had to admit now that she might not have held him back much longer, if John hadn't suddenly suggested that they get married at that time. But, somehow, she hadn't been able to stop being prudish simply because they were married. John, obviously expecting more from her in bed than she was prepared to offer, had grown sullen and finally indifferent. One year later, he decided to go back to work - to be a housefather in this college town. After only a few weeks here, his indifference turned to anger, and, seeing his young wife among the younger men,. his tastes had suddenly turned brutal and violent, as though he suspected her of being interested in other men because she wasn't loving with him. Maybe that was why he kept her here all the time, as though he didn't trust her out of his sight for an instant.
Sharon was almost done with the dishes now. She drained the water out of the sink and rinsed them, leaving them to dry in the rack, knowing that John would be back any second. It was eleven-thirty.
At that moment he entered the kitchen, walking straight through and frowning at her, but not bothering to say anything. She could tell by the hard look he gave her that his mood hadn't softened since he had last spoken to her in the kitchen of the main house. She had hoped that he would forget. But, of course, that was silly; he never forgot, and she knew there was a big scene coming. She had been through so many of them, that all she could really pray for now was that it wouldn't be one of the worse. These scenes differed only in degree, otherwise it was always the same, having to cringe under his violent anger... and then having to submit to the brutal mindless sex that always came afterwards.
Apparently, she had decided again and again, this was simply the way life was and she would have to put up with it. The young housemother wasn't happy, and she couldn't convince herself she was... no matter how hard she tried. Occasionally, after a long day, the thought would flash through her mind before she could repress it, I just can't stand this any longer!
John hadn't spoken to her before when he walked through the kitchen. Now he walked through again, snarling at her. "I'm going back to the house for a minute. Quit dawdling around in here and get into the bedroom." Then he added, "I'm not forgetting this afternoon, if that's what you're hoping."
Sharon tugged anxiously at a dish towel, drying her fingers, and then straightened the towel on the rack, her hands beginning to flutter slightly with nervousness, "I wasn't wasting time," she defended, frightened now by the additional charge that might make her impending fate even worse than it already was. "I know you want to... discuss something with me.
"Then get into the bedroom and get ready for bed. I've got to get up at six o'clock in the morning."
Sharon's will to resistance was crushed. There was no point in talking to John when he was like this. Her most innocent and casual remark would merely fan the fires of his anger. She bent her head and made her way past his huge bulking figure in the doorway, without looking at him.
"And hurry up about getting into bed. I've got something besides a few words for you," he chuckled lewdly and walked out of the apartment, slamming the kitchen door.
Sharon, walking through the living room, flinched at his words. The evening was turning out with horrible predictability to be every bit as bad as she had feared. And now she knew that the very worst fear of all was going to be realized, he was going to make love to her... if it can be called that! No, he's going to fuck me... that was one of the vile and obscene words that always poured from him as he labored over her, and it fit his cruel lovemaking precisely. What else could it be called when he rammed his hard penis into her, thrusting and battering at her tender yielding flesh like a dog gone mad... until, with a groan, he flooded her belly with his hot load of semen! He never gives me any pleasure at all, and he never even cares that he hasn't!
Sharon knew that there had to be more to lovemaking than that, but she had never experienced it. How could she? With John, it seemed that everything was already over before it had hardly begun! Of course, that was partially her own fault, because she hadn't been interested in enjoying it, at first... but she wanted to now! Sometimes it seemed that her body was overflowing with aching to be touched gently and with understanding, she needed someone to crawl up inside her, to possess her and still the flame that was always burning, deep, deep inside... and that John never put out. And she had almost given up hope that he ever would. But maybe, someday, somebody would come along and help her out in this impossible situation.
She dragged her exhausted and weary body into the bedroom, glancing with dread at the large double bed she shared with the older man. She remembered him stalking heavily out of the kitchen, slamming the kitchen door loudly, and a rippling terror began to stir in her belly. She stood by the bureau and trembled, going over the scene and trying to judge from that the exact degree of rage he would vent on her. She remembered the hateful expression in his eyes, and knew it was going to be bad. Oh God, she thought, burying her face in her hands and feeling the tears well in her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back, is there anybody in the world as miserable as I am?
She leaned against the bureau, clinging desperately to the piece of furniture, and bawled. What if she never found a solution? What if her life was like this... forever! But her outward appearance of hopelessness lasted only for a moment. She knew from experience that tears merely angered her husband further, and the love-starved young wife began stumbling across the room, drying her eyes and trying to pull herself together quickly.
Feeling slightly better, she moved to the bedroom's open window and began to unbutton her blouse. She always kept the window open in spring and fall and undressed in front of it, enjoying the feeling of the fresh night air hitting her naked skin while she listened to the voices and music from the next building. The window opened onto an air shaft between the two buildings and looked out to nothing but a blank wall, so it didn't make any difference. No one could see her! It seemed strange that the architects had placed the bedroom's only window over an air shaft, but modern buildings often seemed to turn out that way. She slowly finished her disrobing, thinking about her parent's house in Indiana. Outside her bedroom window at home, the moon had always lit up the whole back yard. Here, there was only a thin slice of sky visible between the two buildings. Tonight, this narrow visible portion was starless and bright, and, undoing the zipper of her skirt and dropping it down her firmly curving thighs she imagined a full white moon, though she couldn't remember if it was the time for one or not...
From above, on the other side of the air shaft, two figures peered down through the ventilation window, their eyes wide and gaping as they watched the lushly voluptuous Sharon Schroeder undress.
Robbie Morgan protested, "Hey, quit pushing me out of the window! I was the one that discovered this. I was the one who was here in the first place!" He judged the half-way point of the window and leaned against his roommate until he filled up what he figured was his half.
Beside him, his roommate Mark Barnes, hardly noticing, moved to the side without much resistance. He had just returned from the library and was still too full of shock at Robbie's discovery to believe he was actually seeing anything at all of what he seemed to be seeing. Still, there it was below them, the lit-up bedroom of the houseparents'... and the large, firmly breasted Sharon Schroeder just beginning to unbutton her blouse! He gasped, "Jesus this is really something Robbie. Even if they don't do it... we'll still see her naked!"
"Damn, she's got a pair of tits!" Robbie hissed under his breath. "I'd sure love to get my hands on them!"
His momentary disgruntlement at his roommate's entering the room dissolved gradually in the wild tangling and burning of his cock jerking rapidly up into erection at the probability of seeing Sharon Schroeder naked... soon! Jesus, he was almost glad the sorority girl had put him off and left, this was better than almost anything!
"What do you think she'll do?" Mark Barnes asked in a hoarse voice and then cleared his throat nervously. "After she takes everything off!" He, too, was enjoying the throbbing onset of a really wild erection, and he pushed a hand into his pocket, testing the hardness of the warm, blood-engorging length with secret satisfaction. He moved it to a more comfortable position where he could stroke himself and watch whatever was to happen at the same time. He was wondering, Maybe I should cum right now... and then when she undresses, I'll cum another time, too. This might never happen again, and he was already thinking that he might as well get as much out of it as possible!
Beside him, Robbie Morgan was considering his roommate's question. "I don't care what she does... as long as she does it naked!" He also had his hand wedged into the pocket of his pants, and he ran his fingers down the tingling underside even as he broke into laughter.
The two boys, their eyes still riveted on the houseparents' window chortled nervously for a moment, then Mark said more seriously, "I wish we had noticed this before. It's been here all year... and now it's spring."
"Yeah," Robbie agreed. "I guess we missed a lot." But he felt bad only for a moment. His attention was diverted rapidly as Sharon Schroeder let her skirt fall to the floor, drawing him back... entirely... to the present.
Sharon let her skirt slide over her wide-placed hips and down her long tapered legs to the floor, picking it up and placing it carefully on the chair next to the window, then began removing her undergarments one by one, her slip, nylons, and finally her brassiere and panties until she stood in front of the window completely naked, feeling the cool night air caress her smooth bare skin.
Still, standing before the window, she turned to study herself in the large mirror over the dresser on the other side of the room. She was pleased with what she saw, but God... is there anything wrong with that? I guess I'm just a narcissist, but I'm not conceited... not really! Besides, it was the only pleasure she ever got from her nakedly beautiful body. She looked more closely, checking off her good points, and there were many. She had always been taught to give her long naturally blonde hair a hundred brush strokes a day, and the result was a thick gleaming mass of healthy hair that spilled softly now down her back as she pulled the pins of her chignon. During the day, she pulled it back like that- in a bun for the sake of neatness and a certain mature quality she thought it gave her, but now, she had to admit, she hardly looked eighteen years old. Against the shimmering blondness of the soft, slightly tousled mane of hair spilling back from her high smooth forehead, her wide-set blue eyes stood out above the flawless creamy skin of her high, delicately carved cheek bones. Her nose couldn't have been proportioned more perfectly; it was small and straight, the nostrils flaring just slightly. Her generous mouth was a little large, but no more than would be considered softly full and sensuous.
Feeling slightly embarrassed at her own unabashed pride, she let her eyes drift downwards to her full firmly curving nakedness. The full firm mounds of her large breasts still swayed upwards from her chest like two enormous succulent cantaloupes. They were high set and seemed to flow out from her slender smooth shoulders, and were placed close together to form a narrow deep line of sensuous cleavage. Her pleasure and embarrassment increasing simultaneously, she lifted her hands and cupped one breast in either palm as she stood in front of her window, feeling their resilient firmness with obvious relish. The darker pink flesh of their aureoles crinkled up in sensual response as she brushed the end of a finger over each tiny, bud-like nipple, shuddering slightly at the wave of lewdly tingling pleasure that slashed immediately through her belly. Guiltily, she slid her hands up from the smoothly curving undersides of the large orbs to roll the suddenly hardening nipples between her fingers. The flash of lewd feeling she had experienced a moment before settled into a steadily burning tingle of white hot sensation, rippling all over the base of her spine and through her belly, concentrating in a hotly tickling gulf of obscene pleasure roaring like a fire up between her legs.
God, it feels so good that... that I can hardly stand it! If only John would do this... put his hands on my breasts... or even... even his mouth... yes, suckle on my breasts like a baby. I know I'd just explode... swell up with pleasure until it ripped me right apart... yes, cum! just like the women always do in stories!
Still standing in front of the window and feeling even more guilty now, but too curious and too, too full of lewdly tempting feeling to resist, she let her hands slide slowly down over the smooth plane of her tautly rippling abdomen to the soft mound of sparse blonde pubic hair that delicately covered the warmly tingling flesh between her legs. It felt so good! Her belly was a cauldron of lewdly swirling sensations, all hot and bubbly and ready to boil over at any moment! Oh God, she thought, helpless to control her finger slipping into the warm, smoothly lubricated inner flesh between the soft swelling lips... Everything is all wet! And all swollen up with excitement down there between my thighs! The outstretched finger slid up the crevice of her softly throbbing vaginal slit to touch the lewdly quivering bud of her clitoris, and a charge of erotic sensation shot through her belly like an electric shock. Immediately, she withdrew her finger in alarm.
She started from the window and moved hurriedly to the bathroom as she heard her husband come into the room. Ducking behind the bathroom door, she grabbed a towel from a rack and wrapped it quickly around her nakedly aroused body before returning to the bedroom to look for her nightgown. It was in a drawer of the bureau and she didn't want to draw John's attention to her by walking across the room stark naked.
His voice rang out from the bedroom, full of arrogance and impatience, "Jesus Christ, I thought that, at least, you'd be ready for bed by now."
Sharon tightened the towel around her young nakedness, feeling his eyes following her as she moved quickly towards the bureau. Her skin crawled when she sensed him moving up behind her as she rummaged frantically through the drawer. Suddenly, his hands gripped at the towel and threw it to the floor. He whirled her around roughly by the shoulders and snorted in her face, "You're getting awfully modest... all of a sudden!"
"John, I wasn't doing anything wrong with that boy. We were just talking while we worked in the kitchen." she looked up at him and said boldly, trying not to show her fear.
"Funny, but it looked to me like he was looking down your dress while you bent over for him." he snarled sarcastically, then added, "I didn't take this job so you could flaunt yourself around. I'm your husband, and I'm not going to put up with it!"
"I wasn't. It's not true!" she blubbered frantically, too confused and terrorized to think out some convincing defense. There was no doubt in her mind now that John was going to punish her physically for the boy's impudence. He was already peeling off his outer clothing, then his underwear. His long thick penis, hanging heavily below his flat stomach, was rapidly hardening to full erection.
"You're not going to talk yourself out of this one," he said, and picked up his pants from the floor, pointing with them at the bed threateningly. "Now lay down on the bed... on your belly! You act like a whore, I'll treat you like one!"
Oh no, not that!... not that again! He was going to do it to her... in her behind! She would never get used to it, it hurt so! Sobbing, she slid onto the bed on her stomach, already gritting her teeth in anticipation of the horrible physical anguish.
Behind her, she heard the loud clang of his belt as he dropped his pants on the floor at the foot of the bed, then the springs sagged under her as he plunged onto the mattress. Suddenly, he was kneeling on the bed over her, his knees straddling her hips. His lips moved wetly across her wide smooth shoulders and down her alabaster white back to the soft hollow at the base of her small, narrowly curving waist. In spite of her fear, waves of goose-bumps rippled over the firm flesh of her naked back and buttocks in response to his moistly licking kisses. A hot glow erupted in her loins that were still pulsing sensitively from her arousal moments before. Then the bed sagged again as he slid backwards to trail kisses down the rounded soft moons of her buttocks. His hands opened over the firmly curving orbs, cupping one in either hand; and then he brutally tightened his fingers, grabbing the softly warm flesh in his fists. Sharon's ass cheeks began to grind and squirm in tiny circles, trying to escape the cruel digging of his fingernails into her nakedly defenseless buttocks, but it was useless.
"I'm the one who fucks you." his obscene aroused voice came from behind her, full of gloating at his lewd power over her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, John... I-I understand!"
Oh God, her will rebelled, but he never makes me feel good, too. I never get any enjoyment. Doesn't he realize that?
She jerked as his palms pushed outward, separating the two whitely gleaming ass cheeks and exposing the smooth shadowy crevice of her behind. She felt a dread surging through her loins and wished he would hurry... get his big thick penis in her and do it... cum in her tightly stretched rectum... just get it over with! Her naked young belly cringed down against the mattress as she felt the warmly pulsing head of his huge cock slip into the sweating crevice between the wide-stretched ass cheeks. There was a moment of terror for her as he guided the lust inflated head slowly up... and then gradually down, the exposed slit, teasing his already fully erect hardness with her helpless humiliated flesh. Then, inexorably, the lust-swollen tip came to rest at the tiny puckered opening of her defenseless little anus.
He lifted a hand from one ass cheek to wetten his middle finger with his spit, then ran it over the outer edges of the small elastic circle, lubricating the tiny opening for its impending ravishment. The terrified young blonde shivered and groaned down into the pillow at the probing touch. He teased for a moment longer and then shoved forward with a grunt, sinking the outstretched finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Sharon flinched again from the pain that was as bad as it always was, then ground her mouth down into the mattress to keep from screaming as she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram in alongside the first. This time it hurt more than it ever had, and she clenched her teeth in anguish as he began working the two fingers around in large circles, stretching her pained and humiliated anus. His thick fingers continued to dig cruelly into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned them in the tightly puckered little hole, preparing it for his coming assault.
Finally, the fingers pulled out of her reluctantly, the elastic ring of the anus clinging to them until they popped out with an obscene sucking sound. Oh God, she thought, she wouldn't be able to live through many more of these scenes, she wasn't going to be able to face the world much longer with this shame and degradation that she felt! There was no doubt at all in her mind that she would die on the spot of heart-breaking humiliation if anyone ever found out about the depraved way her husband made love to her at times.
Once again, she felt his hotly throbbing hardness slide into position, reaching the fearfully clenched anal ring in the furrow of her buttocks. As the blood-engorged head of his cock located the warm smooth wetness of the tight little hole between her nakedly quivering ass cheeks, he shivered and groaned with satisfaction behind her.
The lust-swollen tip of his penis rested at the puckered little opening of her rectum for what seemed to be an eternity, then he lunged forward to drive the thick pulsating shaft deep up into her vainly resisting back passage.
"Ooooooh! Nooooo!" she shuddered and cried as she felt his massively hardened cock tearing through her tightly clinging flesh like a red hot poker of searing fire, sending great waves of torment through her near-splitting rectum.
"How do you like THAT?" he grunted from behind and ceased moving for a second.
"Oh, John, i-it hurts so... you're killing me!" she choked and pleaded, her voice quaking as she sought not to weep.
Behind and above her, her husband panted heavily and chuckled with lewd sadistic delight. This must be her punishment, she thought. Usually, he takes a few more minutes... usually, he does it gradually! The blunt intrusion of his thick enormous penis seemed to be stretching every fiber of her unprepared backside, straining the soft rubbery flesh to its limits and causing her to feel more filled than she had ever been in her life. It feels like he's as big... as a telephone pole! She grunted in submission, tears streaming down her cheeks and her hair spilling out in wild disarray to complete her utter shame and degradation.
Without giving the skewered young girl a chance to adjust to his heatedly pulsating thickness in her rectum, he started right in, drawing backwards and then thrusting forward with brutal strength, building immediately into a rapid and deeply plunging rhythm. He was so filled up with his cruel and sadistic power over her that he wasn't going to give her a minute to adjust to his cruel sodomizing. He didn't care how much he was hurting her! He enjoyed soiling and defiling her; every moment of her torture increased his barbarous rampaging pleasure. She could hear his grunts and groans of delight bursting through the silence of the room, she hated him, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Sharon sensed him leaning back to watch his long thick cock as it moved in and out of the resilient, elastically giving ring of her anus... watching the tender rubbery flesh being pulled out slightly, clinging to the reddened flesh of his cock as he withdrew, then swallowing it whole as he fucked deeper and harder up inside of her. The smooth flesh of her back passage gripped him sheath-like, the tiny muscles of her rectum pulsing and undulating against the sensitive sides of his steadily moving length.
God, it hurts, she thought. But it always did... because of the size of him... but this time he hadn't eased gradually into her, and she let out a moan of pain into the pillow, her fingers clenching the bedclothes as though for support against the dizzying waves of torture surging through her being. She wanted to kill him, if only to end the anguish, but that being impossible, her mind prayed dully for the strength to endure it.
She could feel her husband's long thick cock swelling and expanding ever larger with sadistic lust at seeing her cringed in the helpless position beneath him, and he began to pound into her faster and deeper. The rubbery flesh of her rectum clung painfully to the sides of his enormous male organ and, gasping with pleasure, he made his withdrawal strokes abupt - as though he were trying to rip out the soft tender insides of her helpless young body.
Finally, in utter defeat and subjugation, Sharon sobbed and began to lasciviously undulate her round, firmly curving buttocks up against his brutally driving pelvis. The only way to escape this torture was to end it as soon as possible! She began to move her smooth white ass cheeks in tiny rotating circles, clasping the head of his cock with the slight throb of her painfully pulsing rectum on the outstroke.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" John Schroeder grunted in delight and surprise. She was fucking back! He finally had her where he wanted her, she was a slave lying before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command, and further groans of delight began to spill from his lust-contorted lips. The smoothly rotating movement of her buttocks and the arched hollowing of her back continued as she worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and nakedly smooth back as she squirmed lewdly on her stomach in front of him in total obedience and subjugation.
With arrogant pleasure, he placed his hands on her firmly jouncing ass cheeks and squeezed the smooth resilient flesh in his palms; it oozed up between his fingers, forming thick pliant ridges that turned white as the blood began to leave them. Each time he thrust his long hard cock into her softly undulating rectum, he gripped harder, his pleasure increasing with her torture. Finally, as though unable to stand his own cruel teasing any longer, his hands left her constantly moving buttocks to roam over her firm youthful body at will, squeezing her firm young thighs, small narrow waist, and the full ripeness of her breasts squashed tightly against the mattress beneath her.
He was hurting her and groans of torment came from" her lips, but she continued r undulating her helpless young form beneath him, trying, to make him cum... wanting him to plunge all the way to the depths of her painfully clinging rectum until he erupted helplessly in orgasm, bringing relief to both of them. Then this anguish would be over!
Her face rolled from side to side on the pillow and flushed pink from the intensity of her effort. Her eyes were wide in unseeing concentration as she thought only of the moment of fulfillment. She tossed and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end, grunting and groaning with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her steadily undulating buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot viscous sperm of his orgasm.
Beneath the painfully searing pain, there now began to burn a small steady flame of masochistic pleasure. She was aware of her full naked breasts pressed under her into the bedspread; she could feel the steadily stiffening tips of her bare sensitive nipples brushing harshly back and forth against the coarseness of the cloth as he buffeted her defenseless young body under him. But she gave it no more thought than to merely recognize it was there. Nothing mattered now, even the first warmly tingling sensations she now felt of lewd obscene pleasure. Instead, every fiber of her entire being focused in on the wild throbbing of his rapidly enlarging and stiffening cock that she knew meant he was going to cum soon! She hung there anticipating, expectant and ready to meet it when it happened. I wish I could make him cum... and cum and cum... drain every last drop from him... until he could never cum again!
Her now crazed husband behind her began to fuck into her tortured anal passage like a maniac. His large hands cupping her nakedly bouncing ass cheeks stretched them and spread them wide apart, exposing completely the pitifully tiny hole of her tightly puckering rectum stuffed to its utmost limits around his thickening, near-bursting cock. She shuddered with shame and humiliation as she sensed the moist coral walls of her anal passage clinging obscenely to his brutally sodomizing shaft, disappearing and reappearing with each cruel stroke. She could almost feel herself splitting open from the extreme power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her and she gritted her teeth tightly to bear it.
Then, suddenly, he grunted deeply and flexed the strong muscles of his buttocks, driving his deeply throbbing penis deep into her warmly burning rectum to the very hilt. She could feel the slight remaining resistance of the passage give way totally before the hotly bulging head of his shaft, and a deep guttural cry of helplessness and submission came from deep in her chest. She could feel the rubbery tight walls of her backside holding the lewdly desecrating organ vise-like and hot; they closed resiliently and possessively around its full expanded length until she could sense every inch of its obscenely throbbing hardness imbedded hopelessly and deep, deep in her being. The huge sac of his balls, bloated and heavy with the need to cum, slammed up tight against the folds that covered her ignored vagina.
The thickly throbbing shaft jerked inside her, and she realized that the moment was here when he was going to explode obscenely inside her and fill her nakedly defenseless backside with his lewd male cum! He began hammering into her in a mad scramble for orgasm until he was thrusting her forward into the headboard, his breath exploding in hot rapid gusts against her steadily undulating back as he fell over her... until, suddenly, with a high-pitched squeal, he stiffened and slammed into her with one final earth-shattering lunge.
He came! There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great expanding cock burst like a rapidly gushing dam as he emptied his liquid sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her tightly clasping rectum. She thought the wildly shooting penis would never stop ejaculating into her and could feel the white hot fluid overflowing around his still rapidly jerking organ and forcing its way out the tight nether ring clamped so fiercely around the base of his huge spewing cock. Finally, with a deep groan of satisfaction, his enormous weight collapsed heavily on her limp and battered body.
Beneath him, Sharon gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt her husband's deflated and limp shaft slowly and gradually withdraw from her hot flooded behind. There was a lewd slurping noise as it slipped from between the full white moons of her buttocks with a loud wetly sucking noise. Then there was a sudden cool rush of air against the wetness of her ravished loins as he lifted himself from her and collapsed on the bed beside her. She closed her eyes, sensing tears of relief and shame spilling down her burning cheeks and feeling more dirty and humiliated than she had ever been in her life.
"Get yourself cleaned up... I'm shot! Let's get come sleep!" he broke through the euphoria of his own completion to grunt at her. He barely managed to stumble to his feet, pull back the covers on his side of the bed and slide between the sheets, his eyes closing immediately as he came to rest on his stomach.
At least... it's over! Sharon said to herself. She rose wearily from the bed and padded across the room to the bathroom. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn, and she could still feel it burning slightly where his strong pungent seminal fluid overflowed between her battered ass cheeks. Someday, she gasped out the sobs that jerked from her chest as she bent over to pour water into the tub, he'll be sorry... I'll get... even!! Still shaking with tears, she lowered her aching young body into the hot cleansing water...
"Jesus Christ," Robbie Morgan hissed softly through his teeth as the nakedly curvaceous housemother disappeared into the bathroom. "He fucked her... up the asshole!"
"Yeah," Marc Barnes gasped in response, as his cock continued to jerk painfully in the confines of his pants. "He sure as hell... did!"
Slightly shaken, the two boys pulled themselves from the window and jumped to the floor, each collapsing finally in a sitting position on the edge of his own bed. Robbie had never seen anything like that before in his life... nor expected to, and he didn't know how to react. His feelings humbled in a swirling confusion of shock and insatiated sexual need.
Marc was thinking back to his encounter earlier that evening with Sharon Schroeder and the housefather in the kitchen. I thought it was something when I looked down her dress and saw her tits... and it was... but now I've seen everything... boy, I'd never have believed it!
"I'd sure like to screw her," Robbie said dreamily, knitting his eyebrows together. "Wouldn't you?"
"Christ! I'd give my right arm to get my cock into her!" Marc exclaimed. "I'd give her a fucking she'd remember for the rest of her days!" He watched curiously as Robbie stood up in the narrow aisle. "But I guess there isn't much chance of that... "
"Maybe... maybe not," Robbie answered mysteriously. He stepped back up onto the bed, reached for the bottle on the shelf and took a deep swig. It made him feel more confident as he became aware again of the inferno of desire still churning in his loins. The idea of having some fun with the blonde housemother didn't seem at all that far-fetched or impossible. Christ! he thought, jumping down to the floor with the bottle, she's ripe for some real loving or she wouldn't have been finger-fucking herself.
CHAPTER TWO
Coming into the small Illinois college town from the highway on the west, David Jensen drove past several motels and filling stations, then abruptly swung onto the empty parking lot of a chain hamburger restaurant. It was past two o'clock in the morning, and his eyes felt dry and itchy with weariness and too much cigarette smoke. He stared down the white, brightly-lit highway ahead where another mile or so of flashing neon was glaringly reflected back at him. As he recalled the outskirts of the hundreds of towns they had driven through since leaving Los Angeles two days ago, it was the sameness of this scene with them that made him decide to stop now.
He stole a glance at the young curvaceous brunette woman sleeping beside him in the front seat, and smiled. She had turned her round, fair-complexioned face to one side, and her cheek was pressed against the plastic upholstery of the back of the seat. All the weight of her short, generously curving body was balanced at that point, and it looked as though the slightest jolt of the car would send her spilling over into his lap at any moment. He thought about that a minute and liked the idea. His eyes caught on her moistly glistening, slightly puckered mouth. In sleep, her full pink lips were slightly parted, and they opened and closed softly as she breathed. He lewdly pictured them slipping over the head of his slowly stiffening, half-erect cock, then opening and closing around it. After two days on the road, he knew he'd pump it all the way down her throat if that ever happened.
But he hardly knew the girl, and it wasn't likely to happen. He had met her two weeks ago in Los Angeles in an acting class. He had been looking for riders to drive with him to New York, to share expenses... and that was all their relationship amounted to. They were both hoping to find more work in New York. Since most of the dramatic TV shows had moved to California, David didn't really expect that to happen either. Jesus, David thought, we've got to be crazy going to New York... the fact that they were going there suddenly brought home how desperate the job situation was for actors. He shoved the thought out of his mind.
She had told him her name was Teri Martin, that she was twenty two years old and from Charleston, South Carolina. In Los Angeles, she had worked as a salesgirl in a dress shop to pay for her acting classes. She'd done quite a bit of work as an extra and had even had a few bit parts. There was no doubt at all that she was a beauty, and she had the kind of personality, aggressive and cock-sure of herself, that an actress needed.
But now Teri looked less pretty and strangely vulnerable, and David found himself more attracted to her than he had been before. He found himself studying her suddenly exposed faults with sensual relish. Despite the general regularity of her soft feminine features, she was too short and her body frame too fine boned for the generous voluptuousness of her full firm breasts, and wide roundly curving hips. The large melony orbs straining against the tightness of her sleeveless summer sweater, seemed almost obscenely over large next to the general delicacy of the rest of her body. Still though she wasn't wearing a brassiere, the enticing mounds protruded from high on her chest and stood out resiliently. In the dim light of the car, he could make out the outline of one taut rounded nipple, poking against the sweater and forming a small circle of slightly darker color underneath the thin cloth. Suddenly he thought of the old burlesque gag about playing 'telephone' with a girl - one tit in the mouth, the other in the ear. He laughed aloud.
Ten stirred, her lips moving soundless, tentatively and it was like watching someone remember how to talk.
"What the hell's so funny?" she said aggressively. She was still half-sleep, and her words came out with a thick southern accent. Usually, she kept it repressed. In agony, Teri pulled her damp, slightly sticking cheek from the upholstery and turned face forward in the car. She was still half-asleep and her body felt over-heated and impossibly heavy. She sighed deeply, forgetting to listen for an answer to her question, and bent over slowly, fumbling blindly over the darkness of the car floor around her feet for the pack of cigarettes that had slipped from her lap when she had turned to the side in her sleep. Finally, she located them under her seat and leaned back, breathing deeply again and glaring at them. There were only two cigarettes left in the pack. She could feel her stomach flip-flopping nervously as the unpleasantries of the wide awake world came into her consciousness steadily and one by one. She hadn't eaten more than a hamburger in the last twenty four hours... and there was only a crisp twenty dollar bill left in her billfold. The inside of her stomach hurt, and she was sure she was developing an ulcer.
"We've stopped," she suddenly noticed and glanced out the side window at the empty blacktop of the parking lot. "Why the hell have we stopped?"
She cleared her throat. David Jensen followed her glance around the empty lot. It was well lit, and that made it seem emptier. Suddenly, he wondered if a night watchman might not be watching them. The glass walls of the building were spotted with tempting food advertisements. On the other side, the highway was also temporarily empty.
"Look," he said, leaning forward and turning her way in the seat. "We're not going to make it to Indiana tonight. I'm bushed... let's stop. I know it's one more night than we planned... "
"I'll drive," she cut in groggily, reaching to the floor for her purse and dropping the pack of cigarettes in it. She began gathering her things together.
"You're tired! And I can't sleep while you're driving in that state," he went on. "I think we should stop."
"Stop! We can't stop!" she interrupted in a surprised and panicked voice. "I've got to get to New York!"
Once again, her stomach throbbed and felt raw. They had planned to stop over only three nights and, if they quit driving today when they were only this far, it would certainly mean an extra stop-over. She was already worried about arriving in New York with so little money, and now things were looking steadily worse. Christ! She might arrive broke! Now it seemed perfectly clear that she had made a mistake in giving up her job and leaving Los Angeles so abruptly. God, I must be an absolute idiot! she thought. I could have borrowed money to get through the week. I would have been getting a check on Friday! She could feel her heart fluttering and the palms of her hands wettening as she thought ahead of what might actually happen when she got to New York. The only person she knew there was a boy, another actor. She had met him one day at the Malibu Beach and they had ended up spending two weeks together, making love almost constantly. Then he had stayed at her apartment in Los Angeles for a few days before going back to New York for a television job. Suddenly, their relationship seemed more casual than she had been thinking, and her stomach sunk with fear. Six months had passed and neither one of them had been much for writing more than a few letters. What if he wasn't glad to see her? What if he didn't want her to stay at his apartment? What if he's NO LONGER THERE?
David Jensen turned the key in the ignition and drove across the lot to the exit, then, without waiting, turned out onto the empty highway. The only other vehicle in sight was a semi way down the line and its lights blinked back at him as it plodded along, Despite Teri's insistence that they keep moving, he kept his eyes out for likely looking motels and all night diners. He didn't have much money either, or he would have stopped even if she hadn't wanted to. As it was, he had let himself be persuaded, but he was still wondering if she might change her mind.
He started to attention as the semi, still far ahead, signalled and turned off the road.
"Stop for coffee?" he asked, sure that it must be a diner.
Three other semis were parked in the large gravel parking lot that surrounded the tiny restaurant... obviously a truck stop. The place was oddly shaped, long and narrow with small lit up windows running around the sides, and it reminded him of a box car. He looked Teri over carefully as she got out of the car, smoothed her skirt and walked up the narrow sidewalk ahead of him. Several times he had wished she would wear a brassiere but he had never found the words to say it. She wore a short tight micro-skirt and the tight sleeveless summer sweater, and below her slender bare legs; thickly heeled sandals that made her legs look even more naked. He experienced the usual moment of uneasiness as they walked in and several male heads turned to stare in their direction, but he ignored them and moved straight to the counter. He sat down and brushed back his long blonde hair with his fingers. It wasn't as long as many of his friends wore it, but it was still long enough to brush over his collar. He also Wore sandals, and jeans and a tee shirt. He stood over six feet four and was well built. At times like this, he was glad of his height, because he knew the men would stare at the girl, but they wouldn't bother him. Actually, he had never been much interested in body building or sports, things of that sort. He just looked like he was, and he was glad of that now. He had always been large for his age, but his deep-set gentle looking hazel eyes were more reflective of his true personality.
Teri sat expressionless as he ordered two cups of coffee and two apple pies. Usually, she enjoyed the glances she got from men, but tonight she was too tired to be bothered. She ate the pie slowly, then lit one of her last two cigarettes and smoked it with equal slowness, enjoying it with the coffee. Her mood was changing, and she was beginning to wonder if maybe David wasn't right and they should stop. Not getting sleep was doing something to her that she didn't like. Her usual self-confidence was slipping away, and she felt more uneasy and nervous about her present situation each moment. She was glad that she was with David and not a girlfriend. For the moment, being with a man made her feel more secure, although she knew there was no real basis for that feeling, in fact.
"You're originally from California, aren't you?" she turned and smiled at him suddenly, as they sat at the low plastic-topped counter on revolving stools.
David frowned at her reflection in the mirror facing them from the other side of the counter. They had talked mostly about their careers, and it took him a moment to adjust to the personal question. "No... Washington. Not D.C. But I haven't lived there since I went to school," he tried to explain it clearly. 'Then I went to college in San Francisco."
"Oh... I thought you were just an actor," she looked away and said uncomfortably.
He chuckled. "I am just an actor."
"I mean, I didn't know you'd been to school."
"That's how I got into acting. I was in a few plays and ended up majoring in drama."
She frowned, then looked up at him seriously, "Maybe I should do that. I never thought it would be that important for acting. Do you think it helps?"
"I suppose it would help... if I ever got a job," he smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders. "As it is I'm not working... so it doesn't seem to make that much difference how much training I've had."
He looked into his coffee and wondered how much of himself he should reveal to the girl. He didn't know how, if he were to say anything at all, he could present it in any understandable fashion. At twenty four, the pattern of his life was already twisted and complicated. He had lived in so many places that when people asked where he was from, he never knew quite what to say. Usually, he told them Washington... other times, California. Actually, he had been born and raised through grade school in Colorado. Then he had turned fourteen and, suddenly, his very ordinary life had changed into something incredible... at least to him. Abruptly, he had learned that his parents' marriage wasn't a happy one, and that his father, a doctor, ran around with other women. His mother had told him just before the public scandal broke in the local newspaper. His father had been having an affair with his receptionist, and in a pique of jealousy when he wouldn't leave his family, the girl had shot his father and then killed herself. The next few weeks were a living nightmare. His father recuperated in the hospital and then was investigated for possible murder charges. Then his father was giving up his practice, and his parents were getting a divorce. It had seemed natural that David and his brother should move with his father to Washington and finish high school there... then, four years later, that he should go to college in California because his mother and sisters were living there. Now she lived in San Mateo and had two more sons, only six and seven at this time, by her second husband, a lawyer. David knew the experience had deeply shaken his confidence and made him more sensitive to suffering than he would have been otherwise. But, as he grew older, he sensed something of his father's philandering nature in himself.
"Well, I guess we ought to get going!" he said and looked up at the clock on the wall across the counter, feeling nervous all of a sudden. It was past three o'clock, and they had lost an hour. He left money on the counter and stood at the door while Teri changed her twenty dollar bill and bought cigarettes.
Together, they walked out into the cool night air. He sensed her difficulty in keeping up with his long strides and slowed down a bit as they recrossed the gravel lot to the car. Just before opening the door, he glanced at the empty brightly lit highway and felt almost as tired as he had before having the coffee.
"Maybe we should stop," Teri Martin turned to him and said tentatively from the front seat. She hesitated because she didn't have much money, and she didn't see how she could manage to afford it... unless they took a room together! The first night they had slept outdoors in the mountains, and last night they had taken single rooms. But, at this point, she felt she knew David better and she thought she wouldn't mind sharing a room with him... if he didn't. She leaned back and imagined almost sensuously the feeling of a bath, followed by clean sheets. She thought it would be nice to he next to someone and imagined that it might ease this terrible anxiety she now felt about her future, if only for a few minutes.
David, behind the wheel, glanced at her and didn't answer her for a second. She sat quite still, and her short skirt was riding high up her full, trimly curving thighs, exposing her slender, slightly tanned legs almost completely. Their eye-filling nakedness was unbroken between her small delicate ankles and the insides of her firm upper thighs. She sat a moment longer, then her curvaceous young body lifted slightly as she reached to close the door on her side of the car.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open as she leaned forward and the short skirt underneath her hiked all the way up the smooth evenly-tanned backs of her legs, revealing her full resilient thighs up to the point where the elastic legbands of her panties cupped under the orbs of her firmly molded buttocks. He swallowed deeply at the stimulating sight of the smoothly rounded lower halves of her ass cheeks barely encased in the sheer nylon cloth. He thought that he was able to make out the deep crevice between the two trim half moons, even in the darkness of the car.
Then she fell back into the seat, and the door slammed. David sighed deeply and glanced away. For the first time, he wished he had used the opportunity of the long trip to make some kind of play for her or, at least, to get to know her better. They might have had something going by now, and he could see clearly and regretfully that a casual flirtation would have gone a long way towards making this interminable journey seem shorter. But he had been so tied up in his worries about getting work that it really hadn't even occurred to him.
He turned to frown at her, as though considering her question, and his eyes widened again. She didn't pull down the skirt but left it, unadjusted, riding far up her slightly parted thighs. At the same time, she seemed to be smiling at him, mysteriously. There was something suggestive, almost imperceptibly so, but still definitely seductive in the way her soft full mouth opened just slightly, her moistly glistening lips curled in tenderness and amusement; their slow gentle movement as she breathed reminded him of the way she had looked earlier in sleep, and, once again, he found himself imagining how they would look stretched widely around his cock. He wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was! God, I'd like to ball her... if she'd let me!
As they sat silently in the front seat of the car, he glanced out at the endless highway and thought a minute. Then he turned back to her, having decided to pursue the possibility. I'd be an idiot... not to! he thought. Still, he realized they were only half way through their trip and, if she wasn't interested, the rest of the trip might prove awkward. He hesitated another minute, not wanting to be tactless. I don't want to blow it! He smiled and, suddenly, found himself saying, "You've changed your mind?"
"Yes, I guess I did!" she agreed slowly, and then laughed softly at herself, a hint of a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. Abruptly, she looked away out the front window, as though avoiding his glance. "It was ridiculous," she began slowly, "to think we could make it much farther than Illinois tonight. At least, that's the way I feel about it right now!"
"You mean, you're feeling pretty tired? Too tired to drive?" he encouraged, trying to sound sympathetic and not enthusiastic.
"Well, yes." she sighed and turned to look at him directly. "I am, to be perfectly honest."
"I am, too." he admitted with a frown.
"All I can think about right now... is taking a bath and crawling into a nice warm bed." her voice came dreamily from the other side of the car.
David Jensen could feel the pulsating erection in his pants rising to almost its full height. The tight restricting material of his jeans hurt, and he tried sitting a different way, hoping it would slip into some more comfortable position. It didn't help at all! "The only problem," he began in spite of his discomfort, "is that neither of us can really afford an extra night in a motel." He watched her closely for her reaction, but there was none. She continued to listen expectantly, leaving the burden of the negotiations squarely with him. He blurted out, "Would it be okay to get a double room?"
A light of amusement and recognition seemed to flare momentarily again in her eyes, then she looked away again. "Yes, that'd be okay." she said and yawned casually.
"You're sure... it's okay with you?" he repeated.
She laughed softly. "Sure, I'm sure. Why not?"
David started the car, driving straight across the parking lot up to the exit. Her last remark didn't sit too well with him and he ignored her, anxious now merely to get to the motel and find out what was going to happen. Why not? he repeated her words to himself. Because I'm going to fuck your ass off... when I get you into that motel room! He remembered a small inexpensive looking motel they had passed earlier, when he had first thought of stopping, and now he turned in that direction, backtracking about a mile in the direction from which they had come.
Five minutes later, he spotted it sitting back quite a distance from the road and drove right up the driveway, stopping directly in front of the door of the office. He was relieved to find the vacancy sign flashing off and on in red, just the way he remembered it.
"I'll be right back." he said hoarsely, opening the door and jumping out. He walked up to the door and peered in at the empty looking office, then went in anyway. The bells on the door jangled loudly and woke a bald man sleeping over a newspaper behind the counter. He took the cheapest room available and, minutes later, was back in the car, driving it up to their door.
"This is it!" he said, letting the headlights rest on the door a moment and then switching off the ignition. "Well, here we are."
"Yes, here we are!" Teri repeated in a warm voice from the other side of the car. She paused a moment, then, "It looks... very nice!"
"I told him not to wake us up in the morning." Jensen commented hoarsely over the onset of another erection. He forced himself to concentrate on the business of actually getting into the motel room. "Is that all right with you? I got an alarm in my duffel bag."
"Oh, then we can sleep... real late." she waited for him to move to get out, and then opened the door on her side, following him around to the trunk of the car. "Then we can take our time, have baths, relax a minute."
"That sounds good to me!"
He lifted the door of the trunk and took out his duffel bag, then waited while Teri pulled out a large suitcase. He sucked in deeply at the fresh night air, then carried both pieces of luggage up to the door and stood there while she unlocked it.
The room was large and clean, the furnishings modest, but adequate. He glanced hurriedly at the large double bed, covered with a bright red bedspread. The sudden brightness of the overhead light seemed glaring to his tired eyes, and, dropping the luggage, he moved to the desk, switching on the softer desk lamp and turning off the other. He watched her walk softly across the carpet and disappear into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Then he sighed and dropped into a chair, pulling off his sandals.
"Somehow, I don't feel so tired... now that I know that I don't have to drive any more tonight." he said good-naturedly and laughed at himself, as she came out of the bathroom.
"Yes, washing up affected me that way, too." Teri agreed pleasantly and smiled, picking up her suitcase and dropping it onto the bed.
"If we feel like it tomorrow, it might not be a bad idea to stop here for a day or two." he said. He had thought about this earlier as a desperate maneuver, if they ran out of money. But the way things were working out between them now, he found himself actually liking the idea. "We might work a day or two and then move on. We'd have picked up a little money, at least."
"Say, that's a good idea." Teri was impressed and looked up from the suitcase. Suddenly she smiled at him in gratitude and relief. The thought of earning some money was reassuring. Besides, her impatience to get to New York City had been changing rapidly into dread. She moved entirely away from the suitcase to stand in front of his chair and look down at him. "Do you think we'd earn much?"
"Thirty dollars a day." David guessed. "Between us... "
She thought about that a moment, feeling pleased and surprised. "Why... you're really clever." she smiled in approval and shrugged, then laughed at herself. Still smiling at him, she walked back around the bed to her open suitcase and added, "You're all right!"
As she began searching through her suitcase, David stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. Standing directly opposite to her now, he focused blankly on the wall and began undoing the buckle of his belt. It's now or never. I mean to ball her. And I'm not going to get anywhere... acting any different! He unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down his legs, tossing them across the room into the empty chair. Next, the tee shirt came off and he sat down on the side of the bed in his jockey shorts, casually setting the alarm clock for the morning. But he could feel the crawling, drawing up sensation in his scrotum that signalled the beginning of another erection. He could feel his cock painfully throbbing with his racing blood.
His heart jumped to his throat as she closed the lid of the suitcase, holding only a brush in her hands. Jesus, I thought... she'd be looking for a... nightgown! He had turned to the side, and now her eyes lowered for a moment to the visible bulge at his crotch. She grinned, a bit more forcefully this time.
"I think you like me." she said bluntly, with a twinkle in her eye. "I can tell."
"You're most observant." he laughed nervously. "I didn't think you'd notice."
"How could I help it? You're really built."
Teri walked across the room and laid it on the bureau, turning her back to him. He could feel the blood continuing to gorge warmly into his cock, straining his long thick member against the restricting tightness of his jockey shorts as she began to undress. She took off her watch and carefully laid it on the bureau, then began to slowly undo the belt on her skirt. He couldn't see it directly because her back was to him, but he watched the movement of her arms and it sent his imagination racing wildly. She let her skirt drop to the carpeted floor, then picked it up and walked casually with it to the closet. Now she was dressed only in her sweater and sheer little white nylon panties. His eyes glowed in anticipation at the provocative sight of the panties wedged into the narrow crevice between her firm roundly curved ass cheeks as she had bent over gracefully to pick up her skirt. The firm half-exposed moons joggled seductively as she shifted from one foot to the other in the open closet door, hanging the skirt. Slowly, she pulled the sweater over her head and folded it, revealing the white, naked expanse of her smoothly flowing back. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully across the carpet towards the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except for the sheer narrow strip of panties that covered her protruding pubic mound.
As she neared the bed, he gulped deeply and held his breath. He stared, in spite of himself. Jesus, she's got a beautiful body! Her large, gently uplifted breasts were wide-spaced and placed high on her chest. They swayed and jiggled firmly as she neared the bed. The white flesh that covered them was smooth and translucent looking, and each pink, budlike nipple stood out tautly in the center of a large round slightly darker pink aureole. For a moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long fully erect cock as his eyes traveled warmly down her naked hourglass-like body. Her tiny nipped-in waist flowed smoothly into a flat taut abdomen and full, firmly curving hips. His steadily throbbing penis strained painfully against the cloth of his shorts as his eyes traveled over the small soft-looking "vee" of her gently molded pubic mound, snugly encased in the pink nylon panties.
Jesus, what is she... trying to do to me! If she backs out now... I won't be able to take it... I'll rape her! He thought of the money they had spent for the room and realized dryly that he wouldn't get one wink of sleep tonight lying nakedly beside her voluptuous, lust-inciting body. Not if she doesn't let me fuck her... I won't sleep at all!
As Teri threw back the blankets on one side stretched out luxuriantly naked on the sheets beside him, it was all he could do to keep from throwing his aroused, hotly churning body on top of her lush nakedness. She sighed and rested her head back against the pillow, her long dark hair spilling and cascading out softly around her pretty young face. He moved closer and bent over her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing hotly against the mattress.
"Do you want... some excitement tonight, David? she smiled. "Did you want to make love to me?" She had seen already the obvious bulge in his tight shorts. She had known even before they stopped at the motel that he wanted her.
"God, you know I do." he gasped. "I want to fuck you so bad... my balls are aching!"
He let the weight of his naked chest come down on her firmly uptilted breasts. Then he kissed her hard, his lips flattening hers back harshly against her teeth and his tongue plunging Wetly deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Her wetly parted lips opened willingly to accept his tongue, and the nerve-tingling darting of hers against his own caused his massively rigid cock to jerk ever more desperately against the confines of his undershorts. He wedged his hands slowly under the smooth, gently curving hollow of her back, then brought them gradually down underneath her panties to cup over her youthfully rounded buttocks, one tender ass cheek in each firmly gripping hand. He pulled her warm pubic mound tightly up against his hot, rigidly throbbing loins and could feel the muscles of her warm-fleshed buttocks start to flex smoothly under his tightly clenching fingers as she began a slow undulation of her pelvis up against him. She was willing enough, more than willing, but for a moment, he left it like that. He savored lustfully the feeling of his darting tongue in the warm wetness of her mouth while his hands caressed and kneaded her slowly grinding buttocks beneath the sheer smooth silkiness of her skimpy panties. Gradually, he, began to rub his long, fully expanded shaft ever more forcefully against her soft hair-covered pubic mound, only the flimsy cloth of her panties and his shorts between them now.
The long deep kiss was broken as he lifted himself up and forced himself, momentarily, to, pull away. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of her panties, pulling them gradually down over her rapidly breathing abdomen and! partially spread legs. Teri looked up at him, expectant and ready.
"First, I'm going to go down on you! I want to... eat your pussy!" he said in a husky voice, already crawling up and kneeling between her eagerly trembling thighs.
"Oh... David." was all the naked girl said, and it was a wanton groan of anticipation.
Once again, he slipped his hands firmly under her nakedly rounded buttocks. Then, the tall young actor lowered his head and simultaneously drew the sparse triangle of her black-hair covered loins to his hungrily gaping mouth. His nostrils flared as the warm honeyed taste of her moistly throbbing cunt wetted his lips and his long tongue snaked out to probe deeply through the black, softly curling tendrils. He pressurized deep into the exotic softness of her vaginal lips until he found the stiffly pulsing bud of her aroused little clitoris. Teri whimpered ecstatically and, once again, flexed the muscles of her naked young buttocks to push her hotly excited pussy up to his face. Her entire lushly ripened body shuddered and swayed beneath him as his moist probing tongue made electric contact with the wet pulsating center of her being.
Teri Martin lay nakedly writhing underneath him, luxuriating in the obscene sensations coursing through her belly under the ministrations of his hot working mouth. Oh God, I'm glad we stopped! I wish he'd keep doing this to me... forever and ever! Lewd fantasies of the next few days they would spend together in this town and then the two days traveling that it would certainly take them to reach New York began to race through her mind in kaleidescopic lust-inciting images of sex... I want to unzip his pants while he drives... play with him... and suck on his cock! Once she had done that to the boy in New York, and he had practically had an accident; when he had cum, he had lost control of the car for a moment and driven off the road. Maybe... just maybe... when we get to New York... he'll let David stay at the apartment, too... and I'll let both of them do it to me... together! As David continued now to run his wetly licking tongue over and around her hot quivering little clitoris, she reached down to his rapidly working head and gently ran her fingers through his long blond hair. She pressed her fingertips softly into his cheeks, savoring the moistly sucking sensations a moment longer, then gradually pulled his face up from her excitedly throbbing pussy. He's got a cock that's just out of sight!... And I've got to have it!
"David," she gasped, "your mouth is wonderful. I want to repay you, darling. Do you want me to put my lips, around your cock?... I want to suck on you, too!"
Still kneeling, David looked up at her and panted hoarsely, "Oh God, yes! Suck my cock!"
As he pulled himself from between her naked widely-splayed legs and rolled onto his back beside her, she waited expectantly. Then, she crawled up on her knees between his strongly muscled legs, just as he had knelt earlier between hers. But before she could reach forward to peel the shorts down his thighs, he pushed them down his legs and off his ankles, tossing them in a ball to the floor. The massive hardened girth of his long, heavily pulsating cock sprung out from his belly in complete readiness. Teri took one look at its length and gasped. God it must be at least ten inches long and two inches wide! David wrapped his hand around it and lifted it towards her expectantly waiting mouth, skinning back the thick uncircumcised foreskin for her. The round, blood-engorged corona jumped out, its bulbous tip shining smooth as pink satin in the soft light. Her lips parted slowly and she pushed his hand away from the massive shaft curling her own fingers firmly around its hotly throbbing warmth. It jerked involuntarily into even greater hardness in her small hand. She stopped a moment to scrape her nails lightly and gently over its rapidly expanding length, taunting and titillating it; it lengthened and thickened to even greater dimensions and its round slitted head began emitting a clear viscous drop of male lubricant. Then she inched up closer on her knees between his parted thighs and slowly lowered her head, taking the heatedly pulsating cock into the soft warm wetness of her mouth.
"Uuuuuuuh." a low moan of pleasure escaped from between his lust-contorted lips as he watched her wetly parted lips slip tightly over his tingling cock-head. Jesus! he thought he was going to go out of his mind at the wildly exciting feeling of his long rigid cock sliding smoothly in and out of her warm sucking mouth! She slowly began to swirl her quivering tongue around the hotly throbbing head as though she were a kid twirling her tongue around the world's most delicious ice cream cone. Then she flattened her tongue down along the sensitively tingling underside and sucked deeply, pulling and dragging on the long stiff length like a starving baby at its mother's nipple. She was pulling at him with some strength, and the strong suction sent a whirlpool of wild delight rippling through his member.
Instinctively, his hips began to rock back and forth. Slowly at first and then with more I strength, he rammed his hotly pulsing penis I through the soft wet warmness of her steadily working mouth towards the opening of her throat. He half-expected the nakedly sucking girl to back away, but she didn't. Instead, her lips kept nibbling forcefully, and her cheeks hollowed and convulsed around the rhythmically thrusting length until more than half of his hot pulsating shaft was buried in her mouth and throat.
Momentarily, she withdrew her full sensuous lips from his rapidly jerking member and sat back on her knees. Her hand continued to tightly encircle the hot pole of flesh, and she slid back the loose folds of his foreskin to expose again the round pink cap of the lust-inflated corona. Its slitted head exuded a clear stream of male lubricant and shone smoothly in the soft light. With a low groan of hunger, she pursed her wetly ovalled lips to kiss his throbbing cock's head, then her agile little tongue flickered out to lick and dart at it teasingly.
David shuddered and lifted his head forward to watch as her pink tongue wetly licked down the full length of the impatiently beating organ. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had done before. As she licked on the glistening wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated down there in the hardened flesh of his penis. He had to get his hotly throbbing cock into that tight little cunt of hers... and fuck her! He couldn't go on like this much longer... or he would cum in her mouth.
"Jesus, Teri... that's good!" he moaned "Stop... before it's too late! I want to put it... in your cunt... and fuck you... until you know you've really been fucked!"
Reaching down, he grasped her by the waist and turned her onto her back beside him actually having to force her reluctant mouth from the wetly glistening rigidity of his member Then, turning onto his side, he crushed her tight to him and ran his hands searchingly all over her warm voluptuous body, exploring the secret hollows of all of her. His heatedly pulsating cock pressed hard against her full resilient thighs for several moments, then began rubbing along the entire wet length of her hot, hair-lined vaginal slit.
While he continued to run his hands over her ripe young body, crushing her smooth white breasts in his fists and rubbing their small rapidly stiffening nipples into his chest, he thrust his heatedly pulsating penis back and forth in the smooth wet furrow of her cunt. He could feel her warmly throbbing pussy moving up and down the tingling underside of his cock as she undulated her pelvis up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The cords in her wide-spread thighs were like velvet-covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his warm hardness deep inside her.
"Oh God, you feel nice." she whispered. "Your penis feels so big! I just don't know how I can take it!"
"You do want it... as bad as I do... don't you?" David gasped through passion-contorted lips as he looked down between their bodies at his long massive shaft sawing back and forth in the moistly lubricated furrow between her legs. "You want me... to fuck you?"
"Oh, yes!... God, yes!" she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her eyes clenching tightly shut and her pelvis grinding. I've just got to have that big cock... in my cunt... fucking me... or I'll flip! Her naked little ass began a more desperate rotation up against his stiffly throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, and her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
With a groan, he pulled up from her and adjusted himself in a kneeling position between her legs, staring down at her full naked curves spread so deliriously beneath him, her sleek thighs parted obscenely. "How?" he grunted, wanting to hear the lewd words spilling from between her passion-twisted lips. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Deep, deep and hard. I want you to fuck me... as hard as you can fuck me! I want you to stuff me full of your hard cock!" she gasped.
As she waited for him in wanton anticipation, Teri was so aroused she was hardly aware of what she was doing. Her hands flitted unconsciously over her large, warm breasts, her fingers tantalizing the tingling nipples. Her eyes were focused hypnotically on David's long white cock jutting out from his hairy belly and just barely pressing against the hotly swollen lips of her cunt. It grazed teasingly against the soft black pubic hairs, causing the agitated vaginal lips underneath to throb and burn lewdly until she thought she would die from her hungry need. God, he was enormous, she thought, and underneath the lewd anticipation, a shiver of fear ran through her. He was really built and she really didn't know if she could take it. But, God!... I want it... nevertheless... even if he rips me... to shreds!
"You want me to fuck you now?" he tormented from above, pushing the hotly bulging blood-filled head a tantalizing fraction of an inch forward into her desire-moistened pussy lips. He waited.
"Y-Yes, you look... so biiiiggggg! I... can't wait! Oh, David... please give it to me... now! Shove your prick into my pussy... fuck it! Fuck it hard, darling!" She was desperate and her hips wantonly writhed in invitation beneath him.
"Then I'll fuck you... I'll fuck your.
cunt... NOOOOOOWWWWWW!"
"AAAAAAARGH!" she grunted as he flexed the strong muscles of his buttocks and drove his massively rigid cock with a flesh-splitting crash into the hot, wetly gaping mouth of her pussy. It entered with a sudden pop, straining the small tight ring at the portals of her vagina, then she felt the smoothly clinging walls of her narrow, sheath-like vaginal channel being pushed out in waves of flesh before his steadily plunging organ. It was thrusting... rutting and pushing deeper and deeper inside her... until it had raced up her tightly stretched little cunt to the full depths of her belly. She could feel her painfully throbbing cuntal walls gradually relaxing to surround his enormous presence with smoothly lubricating wetness. Then suddenly, he was all the way into her, and his sperm-inflated balls slapped hard against her upturned ass cheeks.
"Oh! OOOOOoooh! Goddddd! It's so biiiiggggg! It feels so... goooood!" she cried as he thudded into her and his pubic bone smacked into hers.
That enormous lust-hardened cock was almost, but not quite, too much for her! But she knew at the same time that she was loving every minute of it! Wanting him to plunge deeply into her again and faster, she pulled her full resilient thighs back and mashed them tightly into the round, gently swaying mounds of her breasts, squashing them against her chest and exposing her uplifted and wide-split loins to him completely. She was giving him the fullest access to her, and began to grind her hips slowly and rhythmically up at him in a shameless salacious invitation to be fucked.
Above her, David looked down at the nakedly writhing girl beneath him and knew that he couldn't hold back a second longer. Forcefully, he began driving his hotly throbbing hardness in and out of her tight little pussy with all the power of his strongly muscled thighs and buttocks. He pounded into her harder and harder, not pausing for a moment and pinning her deeper and deeper into the mattress. The lewd memory of her soft, moistly glistening lips wrapped tight around his cock moments ago, reverberated through his mind and drove him on. He recalled the lust-inciting image of his lust-hardened shaft sawing rhythmically in and out of her warm wet mouth, and the very memory caused his loins to tighten and jerk. The only thing better was fucking her... like I'm doing now! He sensed his long, rigid thickness growing and expanding inside her wetly clasping cunt until it felt as though it was going to burst from the pleasure building deep in his sperm-filled testicles which were smashing obscenely into the sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks.
In spite of the pain it must have caused her, he felt her screwing her tight cuntal sheath courageously back up his stiff pistoning shaft, lifting her naked young buttocks right off the mattress in her greedy desire to swallow all of him. She controlled her vaginal muscles at the same time, squeezing and teasing his hot ready-to-burst flesh as tightly and resiliently as any virgin. He knew instinctively that she wanted him to rip her in two... to subdue her to the will of his cock... and he did his best to comply. He could cum now any time he wanted to, but he held back, knowing from the increasing frenzy of her wildly pumping hips that she was going to cum at any moment. He moved his hands to her ripely bouncing breasts and pinched and pulled at the erect little nipples in time with his long hard lunges into her warm pulsating cunt.
"Oh, God," she blubbered. "Oooooooh, Gooddddddd!"
Teri was moaning incoherently now beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his steadily driving hips as she worked up and down his glistening wet cock in a slow sensuous rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide and her head flailed from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild uncontrolled abandon. She opened her legs and spread her hotly quivering cunt wider to batter and use as he willed, and a lewd sensation of power over her swelled through him. He was holding back the load of cum building rapidly in his hotly churning balls by a sheer effort of will, and he knew he couldn't keep pumping into her at this speed and depth much longer. Jesus... it's too much of a temptation... but not now... I want her to make it too! His frantically jerking cock felt like it was going to explode for miles in all directions!
Then a high soft whimper suddenly formed on the lust-contorted edges of her lips and pierced through the sounds of the loudly squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she thrust herself up his deeply embedded penis and locked herself to him with all the strength of her strong young thighs while her loins jerked and throbbed spasmodically against his belly.
She writhed and twisted squirmingly beneath him, panting out her climax as wave after wave of shudderingly convulsive release washed through her helplessly jerking body. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face contorted and strained under the unbearable explosive force. Deep guttural sounds of joy were coming from deep in her choking throat as though she no longer had control over them. Suddenly, she held her breath for a long interminable moment, then expelled it as though hit forcefully in the stomach by a solid fist. Her head fell back as her body collapsed limply into the mattress. Still, her constantly reverberating pussy continued convulsing and contracting wildly around his long tortured penis, and her supple young pelvis moved unceasingly up and down to meet his unrelenting jack-hammer lunges.
The delicious sensation of her warm wet pussy contracting so tightly around his thick pistoning cock seared through David's brain with the electric force of white-hot lightening. He had never felt anything like it in his life! He had never seen anything like it either, as her hips continued to roll under his with the slow sinuous movement of a belly dancer.
He had to cum now or he would die!
Giving up all control, he slammed into her with brutal relentless force, hardly conscious of anything but the nerve-tingling gusts of wild sensation that surged through his body from the tips of his toes to the hair roots of his scalp. He grunted into the moistness of her mouth, heard her whimpering cry, and felt the tightening of her arms around his neck. His deep soul-shattering gasp went on and on into her mouth. The final bone-crushing thrust slammed his madly jerking penis deep, deep into the still tightly pulsing moistness of her cunt and... the dam burst! He exploded inside her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the depths of her openly receptive womb. He pushed his hotly squirting cock as far into her as he could, grunted his last, and toppled over her in complete fulfillment...
Slowly, his cock deflated in her wetly overflowing pussy, but he left it there for several more moments, luxuriating in the delicious final throbs and spasms until the last drops of viscous white semen were pumped through him. He lifted his head to kiss her full on the lips. Then, with a groan, he pulled himself off her and fell onto his back. He studied her naked satiated form a moment. She lay back and smiled at him with heavy half-closed eyes, relaxing as the euphoria of her own orgasm overcame her. Then he got up to put out the lamp on the desk.
Jesus, what a body! he thought, once again, as he came back. He stood there a moment, regarding her, and wiped off his still partially-erect penis. He thought of the next few days with some satisfaction, then, crawled into the bed, pulling the sheet over both of them.
CHAPTER THREE
"It shouldn't be hard to locate. Once we get onto Fraternity Row, just keep your eyes peeled for Xi-Theta," David Jensen said as he pulled away from the University Employment Office. He drove through the crowded main section of town and then crossed the bridge leading to the old hilly tree-lined residential area where the University's frat houses were located. Once on the other side of the river, he didn't have to travel far and turned almost immediately up the curving, newly paved street lined with enormous impressive older houses. "The Employment Office thought there might be an opening... though they weren't sure. I guess most of these jobs get filled up in the first weeks after school starts." Of course, school had started nine months ago, he realized, then added to himself, God dammit!!" just out of general exasperation and disappointment.
Teri frowned in agreement. She was hungry, but she didn't want to spend any more of her last twenty dollars until she knew whether they were going to work in this town for a few days or go onto New York. Keeping her eye out for the fraternity house, she fantasized that they did get the job, and then that they were eating an enormous steak and eggs breakfast in a small family-style restaurant she had noticed downtown when they had been driving through the crowded shopping area right next to the campus. Her stomach growled in response, and she shoved the day dream out of her mind, trying to reconcile herself to the likelihood those things weren't going to happen. They had checked out of the motel at ten o'clock, tried unsuccessfully at the City Employment Office, then been directed to the University Employment Office. But the clerk, there had been discouraging, Xi-Theta needed someone it was true, but for some reason no one they had sent had ever struck the Schroeders as satisfactory.
"STOP... we just passed it!" she suddenly broke out of her reverie to shout at David. He backed up as far as the entrance to the narrow circular driveway, then drove in, parking in front.
They went in and waited in the long, deeply-carpeted front room. Sharon Schroeder came in to take their applications, smiling at them pleasantly.
"I could probably do quite a bit to help out your husband. I'm good at yard work, errands, general handy man things," David encouraged, sensing a reticence on her part towards hiring any one. Within moments, it was obvious that she didn't really want to hire extra help, and that he'd have to sell himself and Teri and the job. She wasn't unfriendly, but she seemed restless and suspicious... especially of Teri. He guessed that she was wondering just how much of her own chores might be taken over by Teri, and wasn't sure if she wanted that. She seemed to be the kind of woman who needs to keep busy...
And being a man, he couldn't help but notice the firm voluptuous curves under her sweater and slacks. She couldn't have been a day over thirty... hardly his image of a housemother.
"You must be terribly busy yourself!" he pointed out as the interview seemed to be drawing to an unsuccessful close. He had the feeling she was going to ask for their address and promise to contact them... later!
Sharon looked up at the handsome young man and didn't know quite what to say. She felt a little defensive. It would be fun to have someone their age around to talk with, but she didn't want to lose too many of the endless chores that kept her attention diverted from her personal problems. She was used to them! "Y-yes, yes, I am!" she admitted and stood up from the couch. "But I think I'd better get my husband. We really weren't thinking of hiring anyone... at this time!" She turned and exited towards the back of the house, moving towards her husband's office on the remodeled back porch.
The Schroeders had put in an application for some live-in help through the University Employment Office shortly after their first year at the job. But then they had gotten into the routine of doing things themselves by the time anyone had come to see about it. John didn't want any single men. He talked about hiring a couple frequently, but she didn't like the idea of a strange woman suddenly interjected in her way of doing things. Finally, she had pretty much forgotten about the matter, and it seemed John had also.
Still, there was something interesting about this unusually nice-looking couple from California, especially the young man. He had told her he was an actor and that fascinated her. He does look just like a movie star! He was big and tall, too; and that reminded her of John... except that he wears his hair so long! She was used to the boys in the fraternity wearing their hair long, but she had never known a grown man to do that. I think I like it!
David and Teri whispered while they waited in the front room for the attractive blonde woman's husband to appear. David was restless and got up to walk around the room several times, stretching his long legs.
Teri had talked little during the interview and she lit a cigarette now. "She's sure pretty for a housemother! Isn't she?!" she giggled.
David strolled back to the sofa and sat down. "Yeah... but kind of hesitant for a woman of that age. I still don't know whether there's a job opening here or not!" He glanced at his watch and wondered how much longer they would have to wait for the housefather to make his entrance. "Do you think we're wasting our time?"
"Who knows?" Teri giggled. She leaned back and drew heavily on her cigarette, entertaining herself by making smoke rings in the air. "Maybe she had to get the old man's opinion. Obviously, he's the one that runs the show."
"Obviously," David responded dryly, then glanced up just as the enormous bald-headed John Schroeder entered the living room. He walked up to the young couple on the sofa, a business-like and not especially friendly expression on his face. He shook hands perfunctorily, then ran his eyes over David narrowly. An expression of displeasure swept across his features, as though he didn't like what he saw. And he didn't! He had seen David's long hair and disapproved of it immediately. Besides, he hadn't listened closely to Sharon and he thought that David was the only one applying. "We want a couple," he spoke directly to David.
In those two sentences, he thought he had brought the interview to an abrupt close, but Teri, still sitting back from the two men on the couch, spoke for the first time. "We are a couple."
Schroeder, caught off guard, glanced more closely at the pretty curvaceous brunette sitting on the sofa, and decided to include her in the scope of the conversation. "Well," he began more hesitantly, "I was looking for an... older couple. You see, we got fifty young men here, and we need people the boys will pay a mind to if me and my wife should step out, for example... though that's not likely," he admitted.
David didn't like the man. Before, he had been willing enough to point out to the woman how he and Teri might be useful. But now the man's dissatisfactions with them seemed more personal and he wasn't interested in bickering over them. Not for a two-bit job like this! The only thing the man did seem to like was Teri, and somehow that bothered him. He turned to the girl and was about to motion her to stand up, when she broke into the exchange again.
"If that's all your worried about, there's not much of a problem," she crooned. "David and I are both high school teachers... of many years experience." She was lying baldly, without batting an eyelash!
The man paused and actually seemed to be seriously considering this. "What do you teach?" he asked curiously.
"Drama," Teri replied David didn't like the lie, but he breathed a sigh of relief at Teri's answer. At least, she had the presence of mind to choose an area they knew something about! Still, he didn't like the man, and he knew he didn't want the job. He was anxious to get back on the road and glanced out one of the front windows at his car parked in the driveway.
"How come you're not teaching?" the older man asked astutely.
"Because we're actors now," David cut back in. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot, his impatience to get back on the road getting the better of him. "We're going to New York to look for work. We only wanted to work for a few days anyway... then we'd be moving on." He faced Teri and nodded to her to stand up.
But before she could respond, the housefather smiled. "Why... that's sort of interesting! I don't think I've met any actors before." He turned back to Teri and looked her over closely, "Have you ever been in any movies?"
Teri ignored David's signals to get up and laughed warmly. "Yes," she responded. "But I doubt if you would have seen any of them."
The gruff and suspicious housefather was rapidly changing his attitude. Hell! I thought he was too good looking to be a real man. He's an actor. Besides, a guy working all day with his wife... won't have any opportunity to make a play for Sharon... And his wife will be with Sharon, helping her out... I won't have to keep checking up to make sure the boys aren't trying to get at her.
"Now don't get all fired up about leaving," he said gruffly to David, noting that the young man looked anxious to go. "I think I can work you in after all. School will be letting out in a few weeks; and actually it'd be better for me to have someone that's leaving. I don't need help during the summers."
"We don't have a place to stay yet," Teri looked up and complained to the man, confident now that they had the job.
"That's no problem!" the man grew expansive. "We got a whole empty apartment downstairs here in the main house. It's nothing special, but it'd be fine for awhile. And you wouldn't be here in the summer to suffer with the heat. These old houses can be hell when it gets hot."
David frowned. "We might not stay that long," he said pointedly.
The man shrugged his shoulders, discounting the possibility. He had decided to hire them... now... and that was it! "We'll come to that bridge when we cross it. Now let me show you the apartment."
He led them back through the dining room to the old servants' quarters off the kitchen and next to his office. He brought them linens and cooking equipment, then left them alone for the evening to relax and get settled.
Later, that night, he knocked on their door, just to make sure they were all right. Then, he locked up his office and went back to the annex to eat the late dinner that Sharon had prepared.
"I don't know what all... we'll have them... do!" She said, still feeling a bit hesitant and unsure about John's decision. More than anything, she was surprised and almost dumbfounded by this sudden change in her situation. They had talked about it for such a long time, but nothing had ever come of it. Still, maybe that was her trouble, she decided. She needed to make changes and kept resisting, until now things were changing for her. "It's just that it hardly seem worthwhile to show them how everything works, when they'll only be here such a short time."
"That's the beauty of it," John cut her off and smiled gloatingly to himself. "We don't need anyone for the summers." He liked the whole arrangement more all the time he thought about it. There would be someone there with Sharon all the time, keeping an eye on her for him and besides... he had been looking the young actress over. She's some looker... there's no doubt of that! She had been really friendly to him, he thought, during the interview and he had the feeling that maybe she liked him. You never can tell about those kinds of people... and she might give me a little something, and think nothing about it! She's some doll!
The original impression was confirmed in the morning when he introduced the couple around and showed them the ropes. She was wearing the uniform he had handed her, but he could tell, after following her around for awhile, that she wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath it. The knowledge fascinated and bothered him. Hell, it's really something the way they stand up and bobble around like that... when she's moving! I'd sure like to see that gorgeous body without the clothes. Seems to me she must like to fuck a lot... or why the hell would she dress like that?
Late that second night, the two boys, Robbie Morgan and Mark Barnes, stood in front of their attic window and peered down into the houseparents' bedroom. It was their third night at the post and they watched John Schroeder make love perfunctorily to his wife in a normal fashion, just as he had done the night before, then roll over to go to sleep. Then they laid in bed and talked.
"Shoot, that didn't seem like so much to me," Robbie's voice came through the darkness, full of disappointment and anger. "He sure isn't much in bed. I hardly got settled and the whole thing was over. What a waste of some real nice female flesh!"
"Yeah, it sure is," Mark agreed. He thought a minute about being in bed with a girl like Sharon Schroeder and only taking ten minutes. He couldn't imagine it! "But I guess it's his wife. And he can do it any way he wants to," he finally decided, though he still couldn't fathom it. For a moment, he pretended he really was John Schroeder, Get in there and fuck like hell, that's what I say. I'm just a straight meat and potatoes man! The youth still couldn't understand it.
Because the room had only the one small window, it was totally dark when the light was out. Now there was a heavy pause, then Robbie's soft disembodied voice cut through the utter blackness. "If I had some money of my own, I'd give every cent of it to fuck that broad!"
"Have you seen the new couple?" Mark offered.
"Have I seen the new couple!" Robbie answered, his spirits picking up. "That guy's wife is something too! She has that pretty long black hair... and I'll tell you what's more... she doesn't wear any underwear!"
He blinked into the darkness and thought back to earlier that night just after dinner. Schroeder had brought the new couple downstairs to the rec room and introduced them to some of the guys and their dates. Robbie had been alone and he had gotten into a short conversation with David Jensen. It had been very interesting. Hell, the guy was an actor! I think I... might like to be an actor! Robbie had thought. He knew that he was fairly good on looks... and he saw that Jensen was also. The connection had struck him like a thunderbolt and for, five minutes or so, his own life had seemed imbued with purpose and excitement. But the feeling had soon passed. The brunette girl had rejoined her actor husband and the two of them had walked out of the rec room with Schroeder. Hell, he noticed, as they walked away, she's not wearing a bra!
"Robbie?" Mark's low quiet voice interrupted his thoughts and he sensed the red-haired boy turning over on his side to face him from the next bed. "You know what we were talking about... getting Schroeder's wife up to our room? I was thinking... we could get in a whole lot of trouble! I don't think I want to do it!" Suddenly, he tossed back the covers and dropped his feet to the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed. "We're just assuming that she wants someone to fuck her real good, but maybe she doesn't at all! She could say we tried to rape her; and the we'd get kicked out of college... I want to be a doctor... and... " He wanted to get out of Robbie's idea to seduce the housemother, and his stomach quivered with dread and disappointment when Robbie responded confidently, "First, we get her to come up here willingly. Then, it's just her word against ours. That's two to one. She says we raped her, and we say we didn't. And no one can prove anything either way!"
"I still don't want to do it," Mark pleaded. "It's just too serious! I don't want to do it... and I won't!" He waited a moment and breathed a sigh of relief when Robbie didn't answer. Feeling slightly ashamed of his cowardice, he settled slowly back into the bed and pulled the blankets up over himself. He was just about to fall asleep when his roommate spoke again.
"What we need to do is insure ourself. If we could get something on Schroeder, he'd be afraid to report us. We'll find out something bad about him, and, if he threatens to squawk about us making his wife, we'll threaten to spill what we know. We'll blackmail him! Is that good enough for you?"
That idea made Mark even more uneasy, and he didn't answer, he didn't like the way everything was suddenly getting so complicated and involved. Still... I do want to screw her so bad... I can almost taste it! But he knew he'd never get to sleep if he started thinking about that. He shoved the thought out of his mind and rolled over on his stomach. Robbie said something else, but he didn't respond. He pretended to be asleep. By the time Robbie spoke again, he actually was...
During the next two days, John Schroeder's satisfaction with his decision to hire the young couple increased. He found that the young man was not only physically strong and energetic, but smart! That meant he was not only good at lifting things and helping out with the yard work, but that Schroeder could rely on him to order kitchen supplies and other mental work. The boys seemed to like the young couple, yet Jensen kept his distance, and he liked that, too. He began to wish that the young couple had appeared earlier in the semester or was going to remain longer. He knew it wouldn't be long before he could leave them entirely in charge of the fraternity. At least, for a few days. Hell... I could take a vacation!
He began to consider the possibility of persuading Jensen and his wife to stay through the first few weeks after school had let out. There wouldn't be no more than a few of the boys around then I could get some time off... maybe run up to Chicago... and send Sharon to her parents. The desire to do a little philandering had been brewing in his mind for a long time. Two years, by God! It'd serve Sharon right... damn it! The way she acts... I don't have any choice but to go looking elsewhere for some fun... for a little excitement in my sex.
On the other hand, he was becoming more and more aware of Jensen's voluptuous young wife, and there was also the possibility of acting out his adulterous fantasies without having to go to Chicago. He had his doubts about whether the couple were actually married, and he was beginning to hope not. That would make getting to her a whole lot easier! The second night he had purposefully worked late in his office, hoping to find out what he could about the couple by listening to their voices in their bedroom through the thin wall. He'd gotten an earful. He'd been able to tell from their lewd graphic comments to each other that Teri's head was down between David's legs, her hungrily clasping mouth making lewd moistly sucking sounds. Christ! She's sucking him off! David gave a low anguished groan... then the bedsprings creaked, as though the two were changing positions. Now Jensen seemed to have his head up between her widely parted thighs, his tongue hungrily swirling over her cunt. Jesus, now he's licking her pussy! Afterwards, he drew back from the wall and his mind was already made up. He was going to get some of that... or at least try to. Maybe if she doesn't want me to fuck her... she'll still suck me off!
He closed his office door softly and crept quietly through the back yard to the annex, his wildly aching erection demanding release. Having successfully avoided running into any of the boys, he raced up the back steps to the kitchen and came upon Sharon just putting the last touches on the evening's dinner. He pulled her protesting from the kitchen and fell down on the edge of the bed, undoing the zipper of his fly. His already fully erect cock had leapt out and he placed his hand on the back of her head, trying to force her mouth down to his loins. But she had resisted and he had been in such a state of desperation that he had given up and taken her the usual way. Afterward, Sharon had laid awake in bed more than half the night and just worried. He's just an animal... and he's getting worse all the time, she had decided, though she still didn't know what she could do about it.
The following morning, John Schroeder decided that he was going to take his employee's young wife to bed... for sure... and he began to watch her like a hawk for a moment to be alone with her. At this point, he no longer cared if his wife was left alone and he puzzled obsessively over good excuses to separate the two for some time... like about four hours! We're going to do some of that oral stuff... her some cock sucking... and me some cunt licking!
Teri quickly became aware of the older man's constantly following and lewdly calculating glances, and she did nothing to discourage them. After all, she wasn't David's wife, and she could do anything she pleased... if she wanted to! And she did want to! She wasn't bored with David, but she had found that the excitement of going to bed with an appreciative new male was always an ego-boosting and reassuring experience.
It was during the same two days that David noticed that the beautiful young Sharon Schroeder seemed to avoid him and cut off all his attempt to engage her in friendly conversation. Even when her husband or Teri was present, she seemed uncomfortable around him and drifted away as soon as possible. He remarked about her peculiar behavior to Teri.
"She doesn't act as though she dislikes me. It's more... like she's afraid!"
Then, the next day, Robbie Morgan, one of the best looking boys in the house, rode his bicycle across the back lawn and engaged in some seemingly light conversation with David while he was clipping hedges. The boy leaned down onto his handlebars, watching David closely.
"You a fraternity man?" the youth asked. "Well, I was the first two years, then dropped out."
"That's what I'm thinking of doing."
"Oh, yeah? Why?"
"Well, maybe not... it's supposed to help if you go into business." With the abruptness common to his age, the boy changed the subject. "Say, that's quite a housemother, we got, isn't it?" He added with a lewd smile, "But don't talk or get too friendly with her! The old man gets uptight about that!"
"I haven't had much chance to!" David smiled and turned back to the hedge. "Most of the time, I'm outdoors. But my wife helps out in the kitchen. Says she's very nice."
' "You can say that again!" the boy dug the front wheel into the lawn, smiling down at the grass, then looked up at David, "Haven't you noticed that pair of boobs she carries around in front of her? Boy, I'd like to ball her, wouldn't you?"
"I'm just working here," David grinned over his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, that's right, you're a married man, aren't you?" the boy laughed sympathetically, and got back up on the seat. "Well, see you around. I got to hit the books now!"
David dropped the clippers to the lawn and sat down for a moment under a tree to have a cigarette. The boy's comments seemed to explain something about Sharon's peculiar shyness around him and he was beginning to understand that vulnerable frightened look in her eyes... and his instinctive feeling that she was frightened by men. Schroeder must be uptight about her being so much younger and surrounded by all these horny boys, though I can't see that she gives him any reason to be so. That would explain the way he seems to watch her all the time... always dashing back to the house... to check up on her!
Still, he was to all appearances a married man, and he didn't see why Schroeder should get upset if he made a special effort to be nice to her... to draw her out. He couldn't help feeling sorry for her and thinking about how lonely she must be. Besides, he wasn't a married man, and he wasn't about to overlook such a temptingly curvaceous young woman.
Late that night, he walked out to the kitchen while Teri was getting ready for bed and came upon Sharon still closing up things for the night. The kitchen help and the cook had gone home and she was mopping up the floor. He walked to the sink and drew a drink of water, then leaned back against the counter and smiled at her. His eyes looked at the firmly curving sweep of her long tapered legs beneath the rising skirt and he liked what he saw!
"Sharon," he began softly. "Don't you ever want to get out of here?"
She glanced up with startled eyes and turned back to the floor quickly. There was a long pause, and he wondered if she didn't understand what he meant or just wasn't going to answer. "W-what do you mean by that?" she said finally, working ever more furiously.
"I mean... don't you ever want to go to a movie? To go shopping with your friends?"
"I don't have any friends," she stated baldly. "But I... I don't mind. Besides, John likes me to stay around the house. That way we can be together!"
David decided that there was a message in that... she's saying she's very bored, but Schroeder won't let her do anything! "Oh yeah," he said sympathetically. "I know I'd flip out; being here all the time."
She didn't respond as John Schroeder opened the back door and walked into the kitchen. He saw David, then glanced at his wife still mopping the floor, and a look of extreme displeasure crossed his face. He stalked through the room without speaking, then turned back at the entrance to his office.
"Sharon, you call the man about the dryers in the laundry room?"
"No, John," she said without looking up. "But I was just going to do it now. As soon as I finish this."
"Go back to the house and call them now. For God's sake, Sharon, you know these people go to bed by eleven o'clock." He turned back to David and nodded at him, then added, "David can finish up."
Jesus, he doesn't trust anyone! David thought. He wrapped his hand around the handle of the mop that Sharon had left in the middle of the floor. Schroeder had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth before she had dropped everything to scurry home to make the phone call. In the next room, he heard Schroeder moving about slowly, and he had the feeling that the man was waiting for him to return to his apartment for the night. The thought amused him, but only for a moment when he thought again of the beautiful piece of femininity in question. Nope! He doesn't trust me at all. And he's got good reason not to!
CHAPTER FOUR
Schroeder had been drawn almost irresistibly to Teri from the first. He couldn't keep his eyes off the young actress, devouring her salaciously, mentally undressing her, and imagining what her succulent little body would look like helpless beneath him and entirely naked. Two lewd obscene facts obsessed him and drove him on. He was constantly aware that her lushly ripened body beneath the tight uniform was naked, just as the overheard lovemaking between her and Jensen continued to stir his lust-filled fantasies. He just didn't know what to do about it... yet!
Teri was also aware of the older man's licentiously burning glances... and she didn't discourage them in the least. She welcomed them and enjoyed them as delicious titillating preliminaries before the agitated and aroused Schroeder inevitably made his first real move...
Then, the fourth day she finished stacking the dishes in the kitchen and stood back a few feet from the dishwasher with a few dishes still in her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Schroeder grab a quick lunch at the small corner kitchen table, silent and alone with his thoughts. And there could be no doubt about what those thoughts were. She felt him staring at her with a hungry, animalistic gaze that could only mean one thing.
Finally, getting up from the table, he allowed his arm to reach out and slip around her trim little waist. It was not simply a friendly gesture, and Teri knew it.
She looked up at him with directness. "God," she murmured in approval, "you sure waited a long time."
Schroeder frowned, slightly confused. He was trying to think. "What do you mean by that?" he grunted the words out.
She looked up at him again with wide unabashed eyes and then with a brazen slowness wet her lips with her tongue. "Why you've been running your eyes all over my body since the first day I walked in here... trying to figure out a way to get your big hands on me!" She paused, then added with a twinkle in her eye, "But I don't mind!"
The huge bald-headed man sucked in his breath in disbelief, then slowly a lewd grin of relief formed on his face. "You don't mind me watching you... or you don't mind my hands on your body?"
Underneath his heavily encircling arm, her hips lifted softly and she shrugged indeterminately. "That's for me to know, and you... to find out!"
"You mean if... I just moved my hand up a little bit?" he smiled, nodding towards the gently rising and falling outline of her naked breasts beneath the tight uniform. "You wouldn't start screaming or kicking up a fuss?"
"Would you like to do that?" she breathed, barely loud enough to hear.
Schroeder's face flushed slightly, and he could feel his dampening palms itching with the desire to do exactly that. Standing beside her, his eyes traveled downward and caught on the fleshy cleavage exposed in the low neckline of her uniform just above where it buttoned up the front.- His mouth went dry and he felt his body heating up warmly with his rapidly mounting excitement. "How come you don't wear a brassiere?" he blurted out.
"It feels good not to," she said back up to him, without embarrassment. Then, she crooned, provocatively, "I know lots of other things that feel good, too!" Her bold glance raked the front of his trousers and her eyebrow arched up.
Schroeder suddenly lost his tongue. He was so surprised by the sudden and brazen revelation of the young girl's interest in him that the muscles on his smiling face seemed to be pulling in a thousand different directions at once, and the words just wouldn't come. "You be by my office this afternoon... when you have a free moment," he suddenly grunted out assertively in his usual gruff manner, then dropped his arm.
Still, she remained by him another long moment, then winked and breathed in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "You want to... fuck me?"
"Th-that's for me to know and you to find out," he threw her earlier taunt back at her, perspiration breaking out on his forehead at the sight and sound of her mouth spewing out the lewd obscene word. He watched her turn from him good-naturedly and walk nonchalantly to the sink, and already his cock was leaping and commencing to swell. It was all out in the open. Fuck. She'd said it with her own mouth... that beautiful, lovely mouth that he'd dreamed of clasping warmly over his cock! How long had it been since he'd known enjoyable sex? About five years, he figured, three years of them spent courting Sharon and two of them married to her. His wife was beautiful... but what good was it when he had to struggle with her each inch of the way?
Just then, Sharon, her arms full of fresh linens, entered the kitchen from the front of the house, and Schroeder turned his smiling glance from the young actress' body and walked to the sink for a drink of water. He stood at the sink, pausing only long enough to determine from his wife's friendly conversation with Teri that she hadn't noticed anything unusual, then he stalked out the back door to the privacy of the garage. So much had happened in the last hour, and he had a lot of thinking to do. He pulled down the overhead door and paced the length of the dark cool garage and thought: Hell, she's been wanting me to throw a fuck into her all the time... from the first day she got here. And she finally had to come out and just say it in plain words. She just couldn't stand to wait any longer. There must be something wrong with that actor; he just can't satisfy her like I can... or, at least, like I will!
But he knew there was a bit of a problem: both Sharon and Jensen were around all the time, and he had to figure out some way to get rid of them... both! And the way he felt right now, he wanted it to be for some length of time... like about four hours! Now his earlier intentions to buy a woman on a bachelor's holiday in Chicago seemed almost too tame and unambitious to be believed. Hell, I can do better than a ten-minute grind! Now I got me a real woman, and when I get that hot assed little bitch into bed, I'm going to get me some of that fancy stuff, too. Her some cock sucking... and me, some of that eating pussy!
Several minutes passed while he searched for an excuse, then realized that there was none. The pattern of his life with Sharon had become too firmly established, and the slightest deviation from that routine would stick out like a sore thumb. Goddammit, it's my own fucking fault, too... but I'm going to do it anyway, I just got to! He determined to send Jensen and his wife, Sharon, shopping and then to a movie, no matter how peculiar it might seem. I'll tell them it's a new policy! Yeh, Ten's going to watch the house for Sharon today, and I'll be supervising in general, as usual. He suddenly realized that actually there wouldn't be anyone watching the house, but in the light of the fact that his long-term sexual frustration was finally going to be relieved... even that seemed unimportant.
He slid back the garage door and walked through the hot sun to the back door of the kitchen again. He could hear Sharon's voice talking with a salesman in the front room, and Teri was filling a pitcher of water in preparation for watering the huge potted plants that lined the edges of the front veranda. It had been raining less frequently, and each day was perceptively hotter. Catching her eye, he motioned her to leave the pitcher on the counter and follow him into his office. He gulped deeply from the bottle of whisky he kept hidden in the back of a desk drawer, put it away, then stood looking out the window at the green sweep of back lawn while he waited anxiously for the young Mrs. Jensen to appear.
When she came into the office, he told her, "Sharon and your husband are going shopping... then to a movie. They'll be gone about four or five hours, so if you meant what you said, I'll be right here!"
"It certainly didn't take you very long," she stood in the doorway and giggled. "You're right anxious, aren't you?"
"Listen, you little bitch, when I get you alone I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you, you understand?" he boasted gloatingly back, feeling his eyes again slipping uncontrollably over her ripe young body. He wanted to lurch at her... right now! Her seductive nearness, combined with the obvious impossibility of touching her while Sharon was wandering around caused a whirlpool of conflicting emotion to surge through him, and he swayed slightly.
Her eyes lowered to the obvious throbbing bulge at his groin, then lifted quickly to smile at him teasingly: "My God, are you always that hard?" she whispered back at him in case Sharon should walk into the kitchen. "Doesn't your wife ever take care of you?"
"Don't you worry about who takes care of me," he warned good-naturedly. "You just be ready... for what you're getting!"
"I'm ready... but are you?" she said provocatively, then added, "You just want to... fuck me... isn't that right?"
"Maybe... maybe more." His mind reeled with the erotic wonderfulness of the moment. She had said that word again, "fuck". He had so many years of fucking pent up in him that he was going to fuck her so hard... so deep... she wouldn't be able to walk when he got through with her!
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, her eyes again engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of his thick massive, penis outlined under his pants. "I knew you were a big man, Mr. Schroeder, but I had no idea you'd surprise me with such a generous... cock!"
Schroeder's breath caught in his throat, then he grunted suddenly, "To hell with this talk! You get back to work. You're being a little cock teaser."
"I am?" she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. He didn't respond, and she turned to leave, then added seriously, "Sharon's made a cake... feel like eating again?"
"I do," he replied in a low guttural voice, looking up from where he had turned now to stand over his desk, his eyes dancing mischievously. "You... I want to eat you."
When she had left, he sat down at his desk and tried to concentrate on his monthly financial report until he felt his painfully throbbing erection gradually subsiding. Then he got up and, avoiding any further exchanges with Teri as he passed through the kitchen, walked out to the front lawn where today Jensen was clipping the hedges in front of the house. Quickly the housefather told the young man about his "new policy," and ordered him to take Sharon shopping and to a movie. Jensen seemed mystified, but he agreed willingly enough. Schroeder puttered around on the front veranda until the new helper had disappeared to his apartment to change clothes, then he walked back to his own apartment in the annex to explain it to Sharon who was making some early preparations for their own dinner later that evening.
Her reaction, like Jensen's, had also been one of confusion compounded with an obvious fright. He experienced a slight uneasiness about the general plausibility of his sudden change in attitude. He didn't worry about Sharon... It serves her right! Goddamn it! What does she expect... when she's been putting me off for two years? Besides, men are different... they've got to sow some wild oats! But he did worry about Jensen. Despite Teri's obviously rampant sexuality, the couple was married, after all. He began to worry over whether she had been unfaithful before... a lot?... he hoped she had! She seemed to think she could do what she wanted, but whether David Jensen thought so was another matter!
Teri saw Sharon exit from the annex and walk across the lawn. She looked at the kitchen clock. It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. David had already walked through the kitchen in a clean shirt and slacks and was backing the Shroeder's huge Buick out the driveway. She decided to see them off, just for the fun of it, and walked to the kitchen door, sticking her head out around the screen.
"I hear you're taking my husband for the afternoon. Now you behave yourselves!"
Sharon, strikingly pretty in heels and a bright orange-colored sun dress, made a confused face and giggled gayly, "I don't know what's come over John. This is just... crazy!" Teri watched the car drive away. A split second later, Schroeder stalked out of the annex and back across the lawn.
John gulped deeply at the tingling, drawing up sensation in his scrotum as he spotted the shapely brunette standing behind the screen door. He was quite sure none of the boys were in the downstairs portion of the house but, stepping past the girl into the kitchen, he said gruffly, "Mrs. Jensen... I'd like to talk with you a minute. In my office!"
Teri walked ahead of him through the kitchen, feeling his fingers already grazing lightly over the surface of her rhythmically wagging buttocks, then turned in the middle of the dark office to smirk at him as he closed the door and locked it, forgetting to turn on the light. "So you want to talk to me, Mister Schroeder?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Schroeder ignored it, and instead his arms pulled her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. Teri sucked on it gently, letting her ripely aroused body melt into his. She felt herself begin to respond to the excitement of a new man's kiss as he held the kiss long and hard, and she could suddenly feel a definite forceful jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was already rock-hard, and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own firmly straining breasts as the tips were smashed hard against his chest.
"Jesus, I'm going to fuck hell out of you," he groaned into her ear.
The lewd words excited her and enjoying the wicked feeling it gave her, she reached down his powerful body and stroked the thick pulsating bulge beneath his trousers. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her sleek inner thighs and danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her touch.
"Take off your dress. I want to see those beautiful tits you've been throwing around," he ordered hoarsely, unable to wait any longer. He pulled her towards a chair that she was just barely beginning to make out in the dimness of the slatted streaks of light coming through the drawn blinds. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and now she could distinguish the darkened forms of office furniture.
"Ooooooooh!" she gasped and held her breath as, suddenly, his fingers grasped the top of her uniform and began unbuttoning the upper half of the dress. A moment later his hot hands were running over her nakedly quivering flesh. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations coursing through her. He dropped his hand to one ripely full breast, cupped its warmth, and then without warning, bent his head and sucked the tiny stiffening nipple deep into his wet mouth. Teri groaned and swayed in the darkness, almost falling as the waves of erotic pleasure washed over her.
Then, she gasped and sucked in her breath in a low "oooooooooh!" as she felt his other hand lift the hem of her dress until it reached her waist and his fingers abruptly come into searing contact with the trembling softness of her naked thighs. An electrifying shock rippled across her abdomen as she felt him slipping a outstretched finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering in helpless desire, as the tip found the sensitive narrow slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair to rub maddeningly against the throbbing little head of her clitoris. Her hotly pulsating pussy was wet and slippery from the lewd desire that was permeating her being under the fondling of his big hands, and she sucked in her breath tightly before releasing the loud groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Her own abandoned wickedness sent delicious little chills rippling through her flesh, and the thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under his man she hardly knew only added to the forbidden thrill. And it was obvious that he was just as anxious to get at her, too.
"Hey, let's get some light on the subject," she breathed softly.
"Yes," he muttered in agreement. "That's a good idea."
Schroeder switched on the overhead, flooding the room with light, then dropped down heavily in the chair before his desk, revolving slowly out away from the desk to face her. He reached forward to the extra chair beside the desk and pulled it closer to his own, then pointed to it, commanding, "Sit down... over here. Make yourself comfortable!"
"I don't feel like sitting right now," she teased.
"Get over her, you little bitch!" he came back. "I got something I want to show you!"
Teri always felt a certain lewd power over a man who wanted to make love to her, and now she enjoyed strolling casually around John's office, looking things over. There were no distinctions of privacy between them now... or, at least, there wouldn't be soon, and she thumbed openly through some paper he had left scattered on a table, feeling almost as though they were her own. Then, she relaxed languidly back into the chair across from him and looked at him closely for the first time in the light...
John Schroeder, conscious of her eyes following him in lewd amazement and fascination as she sat across from him, began unzipping his fly. She thinks I'm crazy now... but she's going to be more surprised than that... in a minute! It took but a second until he sat in front of her with the front of his pants opened, the thick hard shaft of his cock standing out from his muscular belly like a bludgeon. He turned toward her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head. He thought of the other dull endless hours he had spent in this office... Boy, I never thought it'd come to this!
"Like it, Teri?" he smiled, enjoying the mixture of shock and amusement in her eyes. Still, he could tell she was impressed. He proudly followed the movement of her eyes down toward the rigid male organ that stood out from his hairy loins, massive and hard, throbbing vibrantly, the round exposed corona shining smooth and red, pulsing and engorged, ready!
With her eyes wide and staring with frank admiration and awe, she bent forward in the chair and couldn't help saying, "My God, it's so big! And so hard, a lot bigger than I thought it was!"
"Bet your husband doesn't have anything like that to stuff in you," he said proudly, swelling with confidence.
"David's got a big one, but yours is really out of sight," she crooned, and both hands reached forward teasingly to capture it. Her fingers gripped it softly as she encircled it with one palm, and she found she couldn't encompass it completely. God, it IS bigger than David's! It stood out hard and thick, spearing out through his fly, with a couple of wisps of his curly black pubic hair lying alongside it, as her hand moved along its length, and she measured it mentally with her eyes. Deftly, she retracted the loose folds of the foreskin, then grasped the blood-engorged head, squeezing it rhythmically for a moment or two. She felt its countering throb, warm and smooth in her palm. Her other hand squeezed into his open fly under his heatedly pulsating fingers, she teased them, rolling the egg-sized testicles tenderly between her fingers.
"Do you want me to... suck you off now?" she looked up, her hand still enwrapped around the warmly throbbing cock, and murmured softly.
"Hell, yes!" he groaned, his mind reeling with lewd delight and surprise. "Suck my cock! Suck me off!"
It's been a long time coming... but now... I'm finally getting something! Schroeder thought as his beautiful brunette employee moved slightly forward in the chair across from him until her face was a few scant inches from the anxiously throbbing head of his cock. Her head lowered steadily over the hardness of him, and he shuddered as suddenly her quivering little tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Christ, I thought the top of my head was going to come off! Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. She brought her soft warm mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in a moistly warming pressure. Then her wetly parted lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm cavern of her mouth.
"Christ, I never felt anything so good... in my whole goddamned life!" he groaned, flexing his buttocks in the chair seat and beginning to thrust his hips up at her, wanting to ram his long hard cock all the way down her working white throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," the girl murmured softly around his wildly throbbing hardness, giving a gentle squeeze with her tongue that sent another wave of shivers rippling down his spine. While she continued the moist embrace of her mouth, she began to stroke and massage the stiffly upstanding length at the same time, rubbing the scruffy skin back and forth before slipping her hand to his balls again and cradling their softness in her palm. Gradually, she pulled her head up from the wetly glistening penis, although still continuing the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full length of his member.
Holding it now in both hands, tenderly she kissed the long, throbbing stalk, her tongue flicking wetly from between her lips to lick across it lightly. She felt its involuntary jerk and heard John's quickly indrawn breath rasp in his throat. Then she watched with fascination as a single tear of viscous lubricant from his rapidly rising lust oozed out of the slit at the tip of the rounded cock-head. Without hesitation, she licked the clear white fluid away, savoring its pungency.
Then, her wetly searching tongue began to move sideways, back and forth, all up and down though still in a lateral licking motion over the sensitive underside of the head. She stroked it and licked on it like a cat in every possible way and from every direction and angle, and it responded by throbbing, jerking and expanding ever larger until, finally, Schroeder gave a loud moan of agonized pleasure.
Abruptly, he tried to sit up further... but found he couldn't, fearing to break the overwhelming pleasure. "You like?" she mumbled moistly as she continued slavering over his wetly glistening instrument with her hands and mouth. He didn't answer and she mumbled softly, "Then I'll keep on."
"Just... a minute," Schroeder groaned and, once again, struggled to pull himself up in the chair from the half-reclining posture he had slipped into. He wanted to see her big provocative breasts naked and exposed to him as she worked over his cock, and he reached out to embrace her finally with his arms, his hands sliding over her bent back, and the wanton young girl came into his embrace eagerly... easily. He held her close, his hands once again running over her lushly ripened body through the cloth, then he began pushing the opened blouse back over her gently rounded shoulders.
"Damn it, help me get this off!" he groaned and slowly peeled the blouse down her shoulders and arms until she sat before him, naked to the waist, the large, roundly curving orbs of her breasts swaying slightly as she bent over him.
Squirming slightly from his encircling arms, Teri lowered her head once again towards the wetly glistening rigidity spearing out of his open fly. She moved her head down his body, trailing the soft moistness of her lips teasingly across the flat plane of his stomach. Her I fingernails scratched lightly over his cock that jerked and reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Finally, she was hovering over his loins with her hungry young face poised just above his stiff, hotly throbbing member, and blew close against it.
"Do it... more of what you were doing before," he choked and sputtered under her lewd teasing. "Put it back in your mouth!"
His head lifted forward and stared down in disbelief and wonder as she did just that, bringing her mouth down all the way over the lewdly expanding cock, trapping it with one smooth movement completely inside the clinging wet walls of her mouth once again. The sight of her naked white breasts dancing lewdly while his hard shaft of flesh sank between her tightly ovalled lips increased the obscene sensation churning in his balls a thousand times. The. base of the white rapidly expanding organ was still wet from the wetly teasing attentions of her mouth moments ago and glistened like a huge wet bone. Now she massaged the soft resilient skin of her sperm-filled testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his wildly throbbing organ between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically and slowly up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny slitted glans on its end. He watched the top of her head bobbing up and down below and the sight of her half-naked body made it all the more exciting for him.
Jesus Christ! I don't know how she does it... just watching it's driving me crazy! "Suck it! Suck it!" he groaned and coughed, laying his hands on her head and forcing her wetly working mouth to pull harder on his lust-thickened hardness.
Teri sensed his rapidly building arousal and tightened her lips around the hard, stiffly pulsing flesh. Without once letting her mouth lose contact with his organ, she moved closer in between his widespread thighs and reached under his buttocks on the chair to hold them with the gentle grasp of her fingers. She was drawing his long hard cock further and further up into her hungry little mouth, deeper, into her throat; his loins, Jerking willingly up towards her face in reaction, also assisted the movement. She did nothing at all to stop the smooth sliding and filling movement of his huge near-bursting organ into the deepest recesses of her throat... she liked it that way. Faster and faster, her licking wet tongue twirled around the quickly growing glans until he neared the explosion point.
Schroeder's amazement continued to grow with his rapidly mounting lust. I just don't see how she stands it... but she does! It seems like she would choke to death, but she just keeps on sucking and sucking... and sucking. His eyes fastened on her wildly contorted face working above his profusely sweating loins and the sight caused great gusts of heat to swirl and churn deep deep in his swollen, sperm-laden balls. He could see tiny streams of perspiration running in thin droplets down the wide line of cleavage between her naked, widespaced breasts as she slavered over him like the most abject servant. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the chair, pushing the obscenely pulsing cock even further into the tightly clinging moistness of her mouth. On each withdrawal stroke, her ovalled young lips pulled out from her mouth, clasping tenaciously to his long pulsating hardness.
"Suck it, suck my cock," he cried over and over again incoherently as he felt the moment of his release draw steadily near. "Make me cum... I'm going to cum... in your mouth!"
Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a lewd guttural noise sputtered from deep in his chest as he felt the hot liquid sperm begin racing from his balls and up the wildly throbbing length of his cock to begin spewing in thick forceful jets into her hungrily sucking mouth. Teri had to expand and hollow her quickly convulsing cheeks to keep from choking on his thick spurting cum, but she went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-jet sperm into the moist warmth of her mouth. His hands pulled brutally at her ears, holding her head to the fountain at his loins as he pushed his wildly gushing penis as far as he could down her rapidly swallowing throat. She coughed helplessly, forced to swallow quickly to keep her breath. Finally, he moaned his last and sank back into the chair in complete fulfillment.
"Uuuuuuuuuh," he panted heavily, lolling back into the chair in exhaustion and looking across at her full, sperm-glistening lips with an appreciative gleam. "Now I got to fuck you!"
"Un uh," Teri smiled and nodded negatively. "Now it's your turn to do the same for me!" Still, she waited a moment for the exhausted and depleted man to recover himself completely. God, he had a lot of cum; it seemed like ten years worth!
Schroeder frowned. He was too used to bossing his wife Sharon around, and he expected to treat all women that way. Teri's expression of her own desires threw him for a loop. He was not only irritated, he was offended! She was trying to boss him around, he immediately decided. Damn, I like a little spunk, but she thinks she can carry it further... to tell me what to do! He had no intentions of putting up with that! Schroeder pulled himself out of his chair and peered down at her threateningly where she sat beside him. "Don't get high and mighty with me," he grunted. "I'm the captain of this ship, and now I've decided to fuck you! Get up now... we're going to my house... I got to have a bedroom."
But Teri wasn't any more used to being ordered around than Schroeder, and she looked up at him fearlessly and yawned. "Oh, you scare me, big man."
Grabbing her by the shoulders, Schroeder gave a powerful tug upwards on her body, yanking the startled young girl to her feet. She flopped like a rag doll into a standing position. She swayed slightly, then pulled the top of her dress together and pointed out sharply, "Everyone will know we're at your place together!"
Schroeder recoiled. He hadn't been thinking clearly in the excitement of the past few moments... if at all!... and now her calm factual voice brought him back to the reality of the situation. Damn! She's right! It is a chance. But he had staked to much on his claims to authority in their relationship to back out now, and he would have insisted on fucking her on the front lawn if that had been the point of debate between them. "We're going to my apartment now! I need lots of room for what I'm going to do to you," he added lewdly.
Teri bent her head and slowly buttoned her blouse, using the moment to think. She didn't think it was a good idea... but, hell it's his job... and not my fault if he wants to blow it! Besides, she had also invested a bit too much of herself to back out now with a great big nothing to show for it. Shoot, I sucked him off and everything. I want to get something out of it, too! "Okay," she finished fastening the top button of the dress and smiled up at him.
Five minutes later, she was walking through the living room of the Schroeders' modernistic apartment. She drifted slowly, feeling Schroeder following impatiently behind her. Finally, she opened the bedroom door and leaned against the door jamb, "This must be the place!"
Schroeder breathed heavily as he looked at her standing there in the doorway, her entire being a lovely thing of beauty and youth. Every sensuous detail of her womanliness seemed to call out to him, from her small, erectly rising nipples poking against the cloth of her dress down to the soft triangle of black hair that he knew nestled warmly at the tops of her tapered bare legs.
I still haven't seen that!
Suddenly, he grasped her by the shoulders and gave her a brutal shove toward the bed, thrusting her backwards onto it. She flipped harshly onto the mattress on her back, her skirt flying up and her legs falling wide open. Suddenly, nothing else mattered but ramming his cock into that teasing flesh. She was just a woman, but a woman that he was going to fuck his cock into in the next few moments. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
Fear and alarm pounded in Teri's thoughts as she slid back across the mattress away from the huge hulking man standing at the foot of the bed. Abruptly - because this situation had now become familiar - she felt a wild, terrorized desire to hide herself, to escape, but here was no place to go. This is fust like it was with Dad... and then I had to leave afterwards! He was always mean and drinking... and after everything in a skirt. God! I thought he was going to fuck me to death... then Mom walked in... and he said it was my fault!
Pretending a courage she didn't feel and forcing her voice to calmness, she told him, "I came over here on my own because I-I thought you wanted to have a good time with me, not hurt me... and play rough with me!
"I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted.
Confidently and without hurrying, John reached for her, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat in spite of himself, and pulled her back slowly and gradually across the mattress to the edge of the bed. Even while she continued to struggle, his big hands went exploring her voluptuous young body. He luxuriated in the feeling of her large resilient breasts under her uniform, squeezing them and pulling at them, glorying in their smooth softness... and he could feel her tiny hardened nipples poking into the cloth that separated his profusely sweating hands from her flawless naked skin beneath.
Ignoring the twists and turns of her desperately writhing body, he slowly unbuttoned the front of her uniform and drew it down past her waist and over her full, flaring hips. Then Teri, slightly cowed, began hesitantly to help him. Finally, he tossed the garment aside and his eyes alighted on her roundly curving breasts. With a gasp of lewd hunger, he lowered his head and sucked one of them hotly into his mouth, taking the tiny nipple and its aureole between his lips to lick and suck, while his hands fondled and caressed the satiny smoothness of her alabaster white skin.
Teri had noticed many times before that when her breasts were being caressed that a warmly tingling sensation erupted almost immediately in her loins. Several times she had almost reached an orgasm through the fondling of her sensitive breasts alone... but something had always happened to break the moment, usually the anxiousness of the man to fuck into her. But now, the surging, slashing sensations in her naked warmly throbbing breasts were strong and building rapidly and she wanted to try it... now! Oh God... it feels so good... I know it would work... right now!
"Ooooooooooh, yes!" she crooned, lowering her eyelids. "Keep it up... I want you to make me CUM... doing that... right now."
Schroeder stood back from the mattress and shoved her hard by the shoulders until she landed flat on her back, in the same position he had thrown her into moments before. His ideas of sex always had the man in control... dominating. He bellowed, "You got to stop doing that... trying to order me around! I'm not going to put up with it!"
When he'd first come upstairs, right after they had left the office at the main house, his painfully throbbing cock had been growing and aching... only minutes after she'd made him cum with her mouth. But now he thought she was giving him a hard time; her girlish bossiness made him angry, and the angrier he became, the more deflated he could feel his cock becoming. Now, he felt it softening with his cooling blood. It looks like I'm going to have to slap her around a bit... to remind her who's wearing the pants here!
Teri blinked with confusion and curiosity as the older man turned away from the bed and walked a few steps across the floor. What a drag! Now he's not even going to fuck me! "Hey, come back here, Captain," she wheedled, "let's stop playing games and have some fun."
Schroeder began to undo his belt buckle and felt a strange thrill racing through him. I'm going to show her! At the thought, his long male organ, hanging heavily below his muscular abdomen, began to harden again into erection. He stared sternly at her, "You need a lesson... it seems to me. And I'm the one to give it to you!"
Teri's eyes widened and bulged slightly at the sight of the older man undoing his belt. His harsh threatening words had struck her consciousness like a hard blow on the head, and she felt slightly dizzy, almost as though she might faint, as their horrible meaning sunk in. She wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do to her, but there was no doubt in her mind now that he was going to punish her, physically, in some way for her independent attitude.
"Please, I didn't mean to offend you. I just like to kid around!" she stammered with wide and gaping eyes, trying desperately to wrench the situation back into some normal, comprehensible perspective.
"Nothing you say's going to make any difference, because I've been listening to your smart ass remarks all afternoon... and I've had enough of them!"
He had already taken off his shirt and belt, and now he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Then he dropped his undershorts and his long, rapidly lengthening penis was exposed, jerking and throbbing slightly at his hairy groin. He took the belt, doubled it and swished it through the air. "Just stay where you are... on your back! I'm going to give you a few love taps with this belt."
"Oh, please! Please don't do that to me!" she nakedly cringed back against the mattress and pleaded, tears bubbling to her eyes as she realized she was rapidly losing any control she might have had in the terrible situation. Schroeder shoved her backwards again with one arm as she struggled desperately, but to no avail, to sit up against his overwhelming pressure. Finally, realizing the futility of her efforts, she sagged downward against the mattress on her side and sobbed helplessly.
This was it! She had often wondered, though never more than casually, if her taste for sexual adventure might one day get her into a bad situation... and now the moment had arrived! It's all Dad's fault... he made me do it... if he had let me alone, I wouldn't be here! She looked up at the angry, fierce looking older man holding the belt and it seemed as though she had come full circle back to a position of utter helplessness and subjugation. I thought I was getting away... but I guess I really wasn't at all! But she also knew from experience that she couldn't avoid this punishment, no matter how unfair it was. Reluctantly and trying to pull herself together, she lay nakedly down across the bed on her back, clenching her teeth tightly together.
John looked down at her full generously rounded breasts, the creamy unblemished skin of her taut little belly beneath them, and he licked his lips with cruel anticipatory glee as his lust-hardening cock swelled to a thick rigid erection. He reached down and encircled the great white pole with his hand, pulling the loose foreskin slowly back over the blood-inflated head. He didn't know the reason exactly, but he could tell that he was going to enjoy giving the nakedly sobbing Teri this spanking... Why, just thinking about it feels good!
He raised the leather strap and his eyes stared wide at the belt as it snapped through the air and sizzled against her nakedly quivering belly, leaving a long red welt behind it. That's it! By God, this'll teach her!
Teri squealed with the pain. "Ooooooooooooh! Please... p-please don't cut my skin!"
Schroeder gloated. He didn't figure on scarring her... she'll be no good to me later if I cut her up.
Still, he liked to frighten her and retorted loudly, "I'm not holding back... you need it!"
His arm lowered again and again, and each loud crack of the belt on the creamy whiteness of her smooth and deeply heaving belly raised a livid welt. He stroked his massively throbbing cock with his hand as he worked, smirking down at the rapidly growing network of lines each snap of the belt left behind. Damn it... this is getting me so hot! I'll be ready to fuck her any second! The hypnotic movement of the belt and her dark gently writhing pubic mound tossing back up at him continued for another few moments, and he felt his hotly pulsating penis continuing to grow larger and larger until he was sure he had never been so enormous before.
Jesus, I got to fuck her NOW!
Suddenly, he realized he was ready, more than ready! He let the belt drop abruptly to the floor in an unconscious gesture, the loud clang of the buckle on the floor being all that he remembered of that instant afterwards. He felt as if he were going crazy. Then, in one swift moment, he covered the short distance between himself and the weeping, nakedly writhing young girl. A single leap carried him onto the bed where he landed heavily on her stomach, crushing the breath out of her.
"P-please, p-please don't hurt me! P-please don't hurt me!" his young employee's voice resounded through the room in terror and disbelief as he pinned her down with one big hand and began to run the other greedily over the nakedly ripe contours of her helpless young body. Grasping her large succulent breasts cruelly beneath hands he no longer controlled, he squeezed and saw white bloodless ridges of soft flesh ooze out between his tightly clenching fingers. His head dropped to her pink little nipples and chewed greedily at their tips.
"Oh God, help me, help me!" Teri moaned, but the words rolled unheeded from her fear-stricken face.
In his madness, he held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed. She was imprisoned there by his heavy hairy chest that weighed upon her like a two ton brick. Her long dark hair began thrashing helplessly from side to side on the bed, her face contorted with pain and terror. He was vaguely aware of her dark eyes flashing wide in disbelief that this was happening to her. She pleaded and pleaded until the sounds became nothing but incoherent mumbles of jumbled words.
Then, ignoring her low moaning pleas, he rolled on top of her, catching her naked young body as her long curving legs scissored out in one last desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. His hips fell heavily between the wide-splayed thighs, pinning her frantically jerking buttocks to the mattress. The soft down of her velvet black pubic tendrils brushed teasingly against his anxiously throbbing cock, inciting him to incoherent mumblings of ungovernable lust.
Then, sensing himself totally out of control but helpless to stop before his overwhelming need and desire, he began to go after her like a dog gone mad; his thighs were pinioning hers far apart now, and he was rubbing his loins roughly into her defenselessly squirming little cunt. He wedged his hand between the rhythmically jerking hollows of her full firm upper thighs, attempting to place himself, searching to reach that warmly throbbing goal he had thought about for so long. Suddenly, brutally, he found it! He jammed his lust-swollen cock-head between her moistly parted pussy lips with a groan, then rammed it all the way forward into her helplessly quivering cunt.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Please, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You're too BIIIIIIIGGGGG!" The girl sobbed and squealed like a stuck pig. She kicked her legs wildly out into the air in an attempt to escape the cruel impalement, knowing the movement was futile even as she performed it. Her inner thoughts and verbal protests mixed until she didn't know what she was thinking and what she was screaming outloud. But one desire permeated her entire torture-wracked being: Oh God, Jesus, Please just get him off me!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!" a deep guttural screech of pain erupted piteously from deep in her chest. The kicking of her legs outwards had only worsened her position, and now his rock hard cock was free to batter deeper and deeper into her warm, tightly clasping flesh.
Schroeder was so aroused by the mere thought of raping the young girl that he almost immediately felt the acid burn of his own coming ejaculation deep in his sperm-seething balls, and grabbed her by the hips to pull her tight little vagina hard up against him. His rapidly expanding shaft was sunk to the deepest recesses of her womb, and he brutally thrust it back there again and again, pistoning in and out of her hideously stretched channel and ramming it into her with insanely powerful thrusts. He was no longer aware of anything but the wild ungovernable sensation in his hotly throbbing loins that became ever more intense and pleasurable with each passing moment.
Then, he felt it beginning for him as his thick aching cock fucked into her warmly clasping vaginal walls with ever increasing power. Suddenly, his sperm-laden balls began to jerk spasmodically, the pumping action expanding the head of his penis, and the ecstatic sensations washed over him overwhelmingly.
His hot viscous sperm shot from the slit in the head of his wildly jerking member, squirting out like a firehose to splash far, far up into the throbbing hot confines of her tight little pussy. As his cock jetted his semen from him, he experienced ecstatic spasms of pure animalistic pleasure. Wave after wave of searing delight boggled his mind and shuddered through his rapidly convulsing body.
He slammed into her for one final thrust and held himself tensed while he continued to spew the hotly searing load of semen, then, with a groan, he collapsed on top of her, his knees going all rubbery and unable to support him any longer. He slid gradually off her deeply heaving young body and came to rest laying on his belly. His long massive cock jerked and throbbed into the mattress, forming a wide circle of wetness on the sheet as the final dregs of his cum were pumped from him.
His beautiful employee, barely conscious beside him, felt the warm clear seminal fluid overflowing from her battered vagina onto the tops of her thighs. Somehow she felt more soiled, debauched and miserable than she had ever felt in her life. She lay with her eyes tightly shut, beaten and humiliated, on the sweat-soaked bed. She made no attempt to move until the sudden harsh sound of Schroeder's snoring erupted into the pillow beside her and pierced through her dazed and exhausted consciousness.
And then Teri pulled herself wearily from the rumpled bed.
She moved gingerly, pulling her limbs together experimentally to see if she could still control them. The pain and ache was horrible, and she winced as she reached towards her clothing to the floor, but had to pause a moment to allow her aching muscles to adjust before she could complete the movement.
Five minutes later, she had washed her battered body in the Schroeders' bathroom and struggled slowly into her clothing. Then she opened the door and walked down the stairs she had climbed with the housefather a seeming eternity ago. Her abused young body felt weightless in its exhaustion, and she stumbled slightly as she stepped out into the glaring sun.
"Have a good time?" a young male voice pierced through her consciousness as she faltered up the back sidewalk that led to the kitchen door. She turned to see two boys, Robbie Morgan and Mark Barnes, sitting to the side of the house on the lawn, eyeing her with a strange mixture of sexual desire and fear. They didn't smile.
To her horror, she found herself blushing, and she stepped hurriedly through the door into the coolness of the kitchen.
In the bedroom of her apartment, she worked rapidly to get all her possessions into her two suitcases, snapped them quickly shut, then carried them to just inside the door. She thought of leaving a note for David under the pillow, then discarded the idea. She was just too beaten and exhausted to think of anything to say or to even care about anything but getting even with that bastard Schroeder. The three words drummed obsessively through her mind as she closed the apartment door and, making sure no one was watching, opened the door to Schroeder's office.
She walked into the center of the room, then began to pull out all the drawers, one by one, emptying them on the floor. For a moment, she thought she wasn't going to find anything, and she began to panic. Then, she opened the closet door and came upon his enormous tennis shoes sitting next to a racquet on the closet floor. When she threw both articles into the heap of his belongings in the center of the room, the packet of money she had been hoping to find flew out and thudded onto the floor.
She blew her nose and dried her eyes so that she could count the money with clear vision. Then she did that, then once more a second time. Each time she worked slowly and carefully to the sum of four hundred dollars. That'll fix him... the filthy bastard! She stuffed the bills in her purse and closed the door quietly behind her, moving to the kitchen phone on the counter when she called a cab.
Outside, the two leering students watched Teri drive away, then turned back to the discussion at hand.
"Well... it looks like the time we were waiting for has finally arrived!" Robbie Morgan said.
"Yeah," Mark Barnes answered slowly. He stared across the grass from where he sat next to Robbie's sprawled out form... past Robbie's gloating face to his Honda parked behind the garage amongst some larger bikes. For a moment, he considered getting on it and driving away. But I can't do that! The setup's too perfect now, and I'm going to go through with it!
"Boy, I can just feel... how it's going to be right now!" Robbie said, and felt dissatisfied with his own inarticulateness. A very clear image of himself locked between Sharon Schroeder's firmly quivering thighs, her calves wrapped around his buttocks, was there in his mind. But he wasn't used to talking about sex in anything more than generalizing obscenities, although the certain prospect of fucking into the housemother... and soon... made him want to now. "I bet she's got one of those tight little cunts that pulls on your cock like a suction cup!" he amended his earlier statement.
"Yeah," Mark agreed. He didn't know exactly what Robbie was talking about, but it sounded "right on" to him. So far, in his eighteen years, he had never fucked a woman, though, of course, he'd never admit such a thing to Robbie. It would have been too embarrassing. Oh yes, he had tried without success to seduce a high school girl back home when he went home for spring vacation a couple of months ago. But so far he was still a virgin, and the only satisfaction he had ever gotten came from his own hand. He had never even witnessed sexual intercourse until Robbie had discovered the view of the houseparents' bedroom through their window several days ago. Since then, it seemed like he had witnessed everything he had ever imagined, and more besides, almost to the point of boredom. I don't want to see anymore... I want to DO IT!
Robbie was talking again. "All we got to do is wait for the first moment when we find her alone. Then we lure her up to the room. Then slip it to her!"
"Are you really sure old man Schroeder will be afraid to report it?" Mark interrupted, having second thoughts. "Just because we saw him screwing Jensen's wife?"
"Sure, I'm sure. He'll be afraid of Jensen. Besides, we could make him lose his job."
"But what if she doesn't want to do it?"
"Man, she's got to. Remember, she's been stuck with Schroeder for two years! Or we can tell her about him and Teri... and that'll make her want to get even. I'll give her some of my liquor... then if none of that works, I guess well have to rape her," he admitted.
"I don't think I would enjoy that."
"You would!" Robbie said and fell into silence. He sat up and dragged his body across the grass to a shady spot about three yards away.
Mark waited a moment, then followed him. He was nervous and wanted to keep talking. "Then it's all set!" he exclaimed in a jubilant voice, drawing up beside his friend. "All we got to do... is do it."
"If nobody gets cold feet!" Robbie warned.
Mark protested, "Hell... you know I won't!"
"We're in on this together!"
"Right on... Christ, I can hardly wait."
"Me, too!" Robbie admitted, and felt his impatient hardness growing in anticipation between his legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
David sat smiling on a splintery park bench in the sun of the mid-afternoon. His head whirled from the acute physical sensations generating in his loins as he watched Sharon pick her way across the facing street through moving traffic to a small dress shop opposite the park. Maneuvering in and out of the slow moving cars, her blonde head gleamed in the sun, then disappeared amongst the throngs of students surging over the equally crowded sidewalks.
He glanced around the small, grassy and heavily shaded public square to the college administration buildings bordering the park on the other three sides. Then his thoughts returned immediately to Sharon and the stroke of good luck that had brought him together with the buxom young blonde housemother... and alone with her for the afternoon. The last few days it had been increasingly difficult for him to be around the ripely sensual Sharon; his tortured hours had found him wanting her with a rapidly building passion, but fearing to even talk to her. For the last few days had also made him well aware of John Schroeder's jealousy and planted the uneasy suspicion in his mind that Sharon's fear of her husband had real cause. So, while his desire for the woman had been growing, the obstacles to doing anything about it had seemed to be increasing at the same time. That is, until today...
Now... the obstacles were gone!
He had thought about that fact all during the drive into town, trying to figure out how to approach the happy woman sitting beside him in the front seat now that he had her alone. He considered the reasons for his tremendous interest in her, and had to admit to himself they were primarily physical. First off, I got this thing for blondes... Second, I've got my eye out for a new woman... I'm my old man all over again... and I might as well face it! Still, there was another reason. He sensed that the shapely blue-eyed woman, already into her thirties, had never really experienced the pleasures of sex, and that bothered him deeply. He guessed he wasn't much of a hedonist, compared to other men, when it came to sex; he liked to hang loose, which meant losing as well as winning a few... but the idea of not even trying to get the voluptuous blonde wife into bed seemed to fall beyond boundaries of what he considered just or natural. Schroeder obviously doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground... or he wouldn't have to watch her all the time to keep her there!
He lit a cigarette and was still sitting on the bench, thoughtfully mulling over the situation, when Sharon came out of the dress shop, nodded smiling at him, then jaywalked through a momentary opening in the congested traffic. Her arms were full of packages and an amused expression covered her face. He stood up and. walked to the curb to meet her.
"Oh, David," she made a face of self-exasperation and laughed. "Would you mind running me back to the house for a second? I'm afraid I left the stove on! I was just paying for these things when it struck me!"
Stubbing out his cigarette, David lifted the packages from her arms and frowned in spite of himself, at the idea of anything cutting into his time with the woman. "Wouldn't it be simpler to just call?"
An embarrassed uneasiness flickered through her eyes. "I'd just as soon not have John know about it. I feel like such a fool already, and you know how he gets... irritated!"
Their eyes met directly in a line of mutual understanding, then they walked to the parking ramp to get the car for the purpose of returning momentarily to the fraternity house. He started the engine and drove west over the bridge. As soon as they got out of the downtown traffic, he pushed the accelerator close to the floorboard and drove at high speed all the way back to the fraternity house, anxious to put the interruption behind them and get on with his afternoon with the woman.
The house looked perfectly quiet. He parked on the street and they walked across the neighbor's lawn on the annex side, to avoid the main house as much as possible. Quickly, they ducked around the back and, carrying her packages, David followed the long tapered legs of the blonde housemother up the back steps to the door of the empty kitchen. Schroeder had never shown his personal quarters to the new couple, and now David looked around curiously. He was surprised to see how modern the apartment was and how much nicer than the main house. The older home, like many fraternities he had seen, was in poor condition. Breathing heavily from the climb, he dropped the packages on the kitchen table while Sharon moved to the stove. As he had expected, she hadn't left on the oven. She turned smiling and seemed about to comment when a faint noise echoed from another part of the apartment... Schroeder's voice came to them. He was grunting: "I'M... GOING TO... FUCK YOU!!" His voice was low, hoarse and demanding, the voice of a deeply aroused man.
"That's John!" Sharon whispered with a stunned and horrified expression on her face.
There was a slight pause in the voices, but the breathing became heavier and there seemed to be a more intense movement in the bedroom.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, YES!" It was Teri's voice. "KEEP PLAYING WITH MY BREASTS... I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM... DOING THAT... RIGHT NOW!"
Teri's voice came through with a guttural passion. Her words drifted on into a long high whimper, as though she were on the very verge of orgasm. In spite of himself, David swayed slightly from the suddenness and shock of the situation. God, how much does she need? he found himself wondering irritably. He recalled innumerable sessions of lovemaking with her just in the last few days, then abruptly he was flooded with a sense of relief and freedom at getting rid of her. She had a right to do what she wanted, he had no claims on her! Thank God!
Sharon said nothing. She couldn't move from the shock she was going through and just stood there as though in a hypnotic trance. Then her heart seemed to stop and she could feel the blood draining from her head.
"I'm going to take you out of here," David Jensen hissed at seeing her white face.
Sharon allowed him to move her, half walking her, half carrying her, across the kitchen floor to the back door. Her arm fell around him and tightened around his waist and, in spite of a weird perverse desire to hear what the couple would do next, she found herself clinging to David blindly as though he were her only friend in the world. And, in a way, he was. She followed him passively, unable to stop the flowing tears and sobs that jerked from her chest now, down the stairway to the back yard. How long has this been going on? she wondered dazedly. Still, because of her secluded way of life, she realized that David was her only friend, and she let him do with her what he wanted, lead her where he would. He took her across the yard and helped her into the front seat of their parked car.
A few minutes later, they were driving west on the highway, leaving the suburbs far behind. David pulled a whiskey bottle from under his seat and handed it to her with an encouraging smile. It was then he told her that he wasn't married to Teri, and she nodded in dazed assent, but otherwise there was silence between them. He kept going west until he found a likely looking, little traveled cross road, and then he drove along that for a mile or more. Finally, he pulled the car well off the road under a stand of cottonwood trees, killed the engine, and turned to her.
"Sharon," he began," we can talk about all that's happened, and we will if you want to... but I was thinking that maybe we ought to talk about something else."
She looked up at him curiously as he let his voice drift off, searching for the words. "What's that?" she said in a soft voice.
"Well, I get the feeling that you might have had some... unhappy experiences with your husband before this happened... am I right?"
She looked up startled, then paused and admitted. "Yes, you are!"
"Well, then, maybe we ought to talk about what's going to happen to you now."
She became wary and her expression turned guarded, and she turned her eyes away from him for a brief moment. When she looked back at him again, her eyes were brimming and misty with tears. "I don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that... that I don't seem to be fit for marriage!"
David smiled and said softly, "Now why do you say something silly like that?"
"Because... it's my fault... that John has chased after Teri! I just don't seem to be able to make him happy. Somehow it just isn't in me!"
"I don't believe that," David said seriously. "It's just not possible that it's all your fault. After all, no one is perfect, so it's got to be his fault, too! If you're not making him happy, the two of you should do something about it. Does he make you happy?"
"No," she admitted.
"Well, then, that's the part where it's his fault. You should tell him that. Don't let him run over you!"
"John isn't the kind of man that likes to discuss faults... at least, his own," she said dryly, starting to calm down and wiping the tears from her eyes. "Besides, he's got a mean streak in him."
"Maybe that's why he's so mean."
She sighed. "You know, I think you're right. But still, I have to think about it... to find a way to talk to him!"
David had restrained himself while they were first talking. She had been upset and the tears had flooded constantly into her eyes, even as she wiped them away with her handkerchief. He knew it was necessary for her to get over the immediate shock of her husband's adultery before he let her know his own ideas... thoughts regarding the possibilities of the two of them together... or make her aware of his attraction to her. But she was calming down now. She sat up and blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes. She looked more relaxed and relieved after the emotional outburst.
"Feeling better now?" he asked, moving close to her and reaching out to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Below, his rapidly awakening cock jerked to pulsing erection, and the sparks of sexual excitement in him fanned into deep desire.
"Y-yes," she gasped and moved unresisting into the circle of his embrace, resting her cheek against his chest. He still wanted to soothe her, and so he brought his hand up to her head, stroking her silky blonde hair. He could feel her relaxing into him, feeling protected in the embrace. She lay against him and made soft comforted sighs in a child-like way.
And Sharon was feeling better about the whole experience. Hearing her husband's obscenely impassioned voice, his obvious desire for the other woman, had been a blow to her womanly pride like she had never experienced before. She had never felt so humiliated... so unattractive... in her entire life! But David's conversation had been somewhat reassuring on that account. And she could sense that beneath his brotherly comforting of her now, that he found her very appealing as a woman, and that meant a lot right now.
Then, David allowed his hand to travel comfortingly across her back up her upper arm. He caressed her softly, and soon she was breathing quietly, enjoying it. He continued massaging her back and shoulders and then her upper arms for several more minutes until she sighed heavily and leaned back away from him. "I hope you don't feel bad about Teri, even if she isn't your wife!"
"No, I don't... not the least bit!" He looked into her face and saw that she was smiling and composed, then bent his head slowly to kiss her. His mouth pressed gently against her soft full lips.
Sharon tried for a moment to draw away, but the gentleness of his mouth was too comforting to her battered, demoralized ego... and she found that she just didn't want to! Then, after several moments, his tongue probed against her lips and she allowed them to part slightly. His long wet tongue darted into the warm moistness of her mouth and, before she was conscious of what she was doing, she thrust her tongue back sharply at him, and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really can kiss, she thought, feeling it exciting her and warming her. John, in all the time they had been married, had never kissed her with such gentle passion and careful tenderness. David's kisses made her want to squirm down slightly against the seat as lightly flickering little thrills began to tingle down her spine. John's interested in only one thing, she was musing dreamily.
David had pulled her close against him now, and she could feel small pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of her nipples as he tightened his arms around her back and brought her ripely straining breasts against his hard chest. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing against her ear and the warmth of his hands moving over her back. And down there up between her thighs, she felt the slight tingle that had started in her belly working its way slowly down to the sensuous point between her legs. Tiny butterfly like sensations flitted suddenly through her pubic mound, causing secreted droplets of lubricant to moisten her panties.
Slowly, her thighs began to open and close in an almost imperceptible rhythm of building sexuality. Her hips started to squirm against the cushions in an attempt to quell the smoldering fire that had begun to leap and flame there. She meant to pull away, but instead found herself turning her body towards David as his fingers dipped through the opening of her dress inside the cup of her brassiere. He found the hardened bud of a wildly tingling nipple, pinching it as she sighed and closed her eyes, trembling now as powerful ecstatic sensations began to surge through her.
He continued to kiss her, his hands snaked down the low opening of her sun dress to cup the warm smooth skin of one of her fully ripened breasts, and several more' minutes passed before Sharon managed to pull away. "Oh don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the lewd tingling feelings powerfully rippling across the naked surface of her skin.
"God, you're beautiful," he ignored her protest and bent his head to continue the deep, soul-searching kiss.
Sharon knew she was becoming aroused by David's kiss and the tender play of his gentle caressing hands. But she didn't want that to happen to her; and she hadn't forgotten that she was married, and she knew that it wasn't right. But somehow she found it more difficult to resist his advances than she would have imagined. She tried to will the soft sensual feeling fluttering through her belly to stop... she tried to still her rapidly mounting passion, but his gently working hands and mouth defeated her efforts. She was conscious of his manliness, his tender but exciting maleness... and against her will, her tongue continued to parry with his again to be sucked and savored... Oh God, I never felt like this before. I guess I'm not so cold after all! Her curiosity about the strange warm sensations that he was bringing from her love-starved body and the heady sensuality of being desired drove her to continue a few minutes longer, and soon she j was moaning softly with her unwanted, but rapidly mounting sexual arousal.
Now the younger man's hand dropped from the curvaceous housemother's firmly ripened breast to her bare knee and slid up along the satin-smooth warmth of her sleek inner thighs. His hand traveled higher and higher up under the hem of her dress, and tiny mewling sounds of unwanted pleasure began to spill from her lips under his tender lovemaking. Once again, she meant to protest... but she couldn't.
And then, his fingers were gently touching the mound of her pulsating femininity encased in little white nylon panties. His hand slid gently up and down over the cloth against the moistly lubricating furrow of her pussy, then he was stretching the elastic leg band of her panties aside and using his extended middle finger to part the softly curling strand of sparse blonde pubic hair that covered her warmly quivering cunt. Now his finger slowly eased into her palpitating wet opening and teased her there before moving on up to play against the tiny bud of her erect little clitoris. After a moment, he began sliding his finger in and out of her wetly clasping depths - finger fucking her while she shuddered against him at the wild erotic contact. A moan of agonized passion escaped from her lips, and her hips squirmed involuntarily up against his hand.
David's cock throbbed achingly in his pants. God! He wanted her! But he had to find out if she wanted him... or rather if she was going to allow herself to want him, before it went any further. He had to know if she was going to let him make her, or he couldn't go any further without torturing himself. He pulled back away from her, looked deep into her lust-clouded eyes, and said thickly, "Sharon, we need each other. I want you! I want to make love to you!"
In that instant, Sharon realized the extent of his lewd intentions, what he was going to do, what he wanted to do now! And she wanted him, too, but she was plagued by a nagging sense of right and wrong. It was wrong to commit adultery! But... John's done it! she struggled to think clearly. No, it's wrong! The thought persisted with unwanted obstinacy. She sighed and sank back against the car seat, unable to convince herself otherwise. Her lips pulled from his mouth and another shudder convulsed her body as the pulling away movement to the side drew his outstretched middle finger from her hotly throbbing pussy and out of her skirt.
David fell back against his own side of the car, panting deeply. He saw by the torn anguished expression on her face what the verdict was. But the demanding waves of lewd pleasure were still throbbing through his body, and he waited for her to answer, needing to hear her say it in words... and hoping she'd change her mind!
Finally, she turned and looked up at him with sad disappointed-looking eyes. "No, I can't," she said in a barely heard whisper. "As much as I want to."
"Then I'll force you," he retorted, only half joking. He actually considered that for a moment. It was true; he could force her, but he guessed that was Schroeder's way, thus she wouldn't enjoy it, and he wanted her to want it, too!
She looked up at him, managing a ghost of a smile and said, "No, please. I could never live with myself afterwards."
They sat a moment, not saying anything, and David felt the slow gradual deflating of his cock. Then, he again pulled the whisky bottle from under his seat, unscrewed the cap and passed it to her. He could tell she was still slightly upset as she took several deep-throated swallows. He let her drink as much as she liked, then she passed the bottle back to him. He drank deeply and then passed it for another round, sitting back now to enjoy the lovely quiet country setting as the relaxing effect of the alcohol washed gratefully through him. Finally, she returned the almost empty bottle to him and he stuck it under the seat, drawing himself up to start the car.
"Are you feeling angry at me?" she asked softly.
"No, just terribly horny," he said with a wry smile as he backed out away from the trees toward the road.
He drove back into town and dropped Sharon off at the fraternity house kitchen, then got back into the car and drove it into the garage. He stood outside, between the house and the annex for a few seconds, looking admiringly across the empty lawn at the hedges he had clipped the day before, then went back into the kitchen to talk to Sharon. She wasn't there! He walked through the empty downstairs, calling her name, and stuck his head out the front door, towards the street. Nothing! Back in the kitchen, he strolled into his apartment and found the disarray left by Teri's rapid exit. He hurried across the walk to the annex, intent on finding Schroeder. Damn it, Teri's split! And Sharon's disappeared, too!
Unfortunately, however, John Schroeder had already discovered Teri's absence. He had wakened in his bed alone about five o'clock in the afternoon. Goddamnit! That was stupid of me. I should be keeping my eyes on that little bitch for a few days anyway, until things are back to normal. He resolved not to have anything to do with his shapely brunette employee, in a sexual way, ever again. Of course, the likelihood that she didn't want to have anything to do with him, after his brutal performance, entered into the decision, but right now his lust was sated and he looked forward to returning to his usual routine. He assumed that other than some initial anger at him Teri would feel the same way about it that he did. Stumbling into the bathroom, he splashed water on. his face, brushed his teeth and gargled, then walked downstairs and through the empty kitchen of the main house to his office. He opened the door and got the shock of his life! He couldn't believe it! It looked like a train had come through his office, then switched tracks to come back around and do it all over again! The drawers hung from his desk, and all his possessions were scrambled on the floor in an unbelievable mess.
"Uuuuuuuuuuh," an unconscious groan escaped from his chest as he picked up his tennis shoes, found part of the wad of money gone, and then let them fall limply back to the floor.
He sat down at his desk, dumb-struck and feeling as if he were about to bawl. He had always prided himself on organization, almost to the point of compulsiveness, and now, seeing all his things put out of order by Teri's revenge, he felt like his whole life had been thrown into chaos. All his intimate belongings and ways had been exposed to that woman, and he could feel her ridicule in the disordered way she had left things. The mountain of his belongings in the middle of the floor looked like a garbage heap! He recalled the insane lust that had taken hold of him in the bedroom, and a sickening wave of guilt and self-disgust swept through him. He seemed to have lost everything, even his sanity!
Disconsolately, after a few moments of wallowing in self-pity and hopelessness, he rose and walked out through the kitchen. He ran into David, just walking back from the annex door.
"What, are you doing?" he growled suspiciously. He was confused, at first, to see Jensen walking away from his house, while he moved from Jensen's. Everything's turned around!
"Looking for you," David replied. "Teri's split... and Sharon's disappeared too!"
Schroeder was too accustomed to thinking of his wife as utterly dependable and compliant to his wishes to imagine even faintly a moment when she might be giving him some trouble. He dismissed Jensen's comment about her, without a second thought. His concern was about the girl. "You can bet your loving ass Teri's split!" he retorted. "She's broke into my office and run off with four hundred dollars!!"
David was dumbfounded! Why would she do that?
Now Schroeder's exasperation focused on Teri's supposed husband. He felt confused, suspicious. I wonder if maybe he was in on it! His face turned red and, stepping closer, he loomed over the younger, only slightly shorter man. No, he didn't really believe that. But still it's his wife and he should be more responsible for her! He could feel his muscles clenching and his blood pumping furiously through his veins. When he'd first discovered the outrageous theft, he had felt defeated, overcome... yes, even guilty and ashamed... but now, the insult of the situation was settling in, and his self-guilt was transforming rapidly to an all consuming rage.
Instinctively, Jensen ducked to the side as Schroeder's thick fist tore through the air and slammed like a lightning bolt off his jaw bone. Surprised, but moving quickly, David lowered his head and rammed bull-like into the older man's unguarded stomach, butting him backwards. The strong force of the surprise movement sent Schroeder flying through the air to land on his ass in the grass.
"I didn't know anything about your money," David stood back, panting deeply. "So do you want to continue this wrestling match, or shall we try to figure out where the two of them have cut out to?"
"The two of them?" Schroeder muttered in confusion, lifting his hands to his head and holding it as a wave of dizzying high-blood pressures swept through him.
"Yes, the two of them," David rasped back angrily.
"What the fuck you're talking about?" the older man muttered and pulled himself slowly to his knees, then onto his feet. He stood there, swaying a moment on the lawn, but kept his distance from Jensen.
"Both of them are gone! I don't know what Teri's up to, but you'd better do some worrying about your wife. We came back to your apartment for a second, and she heard you in the bedroom... fucking Teri!"
Schroeder's eyes bulged and a contorted expression of disbelief formed on his face. When Jensen had said Sharon had disappeared, he'd imagined her in the laundry room... watering the front lawn! Now he began to move backwards, tottering slightly. He didn't know the true nature of Jensen's relationship with the actress, and he was still thinking that Teri was Jensen's wife!
"I'm just a man! She gave me the come-on, Jensen! I couldn't help it, the way she was throwing herself around. She practically raped me in my office! I knew she was married, I admit it, but Christ... she was so sure of herself about it that I figured you had some kind of arrangement! She came up to my apartment... on her own!" he blubbered on and on, then stopped, obviously searching in desperation for more excuses.
David looked up at the suddenly broken man blaming Teri for everything, four-flushing like he'd probably never done before in his life. Around them the day was fading fast, and the hazy pinkish twilight surrounding the big house would turn to darkness soon. He decided to tell Schroeder the truth. He knew it was stupid, he was laying himself open to more trouble from the older man. But the truth was, he was sick of falsity... and he just didn't want to be associated with what Teri had done!
"Can we talk. She's not my wife!" he muttered.
Schroeder seemed to crumble visibly with relief. Taking out his handkerchief, he mopped his profusely sweating brow. He noticed David beginning to move towards the front of the house and, stuffing his handkerchief in his back pocket, he followed after him. The two men stopped, standing together. "Where are you going?" he asked curiously.
"I'll see what I can do about finding Teri."
"How you going to do that?"
"She's probably at the bus station. I'll drive down there. Or maybe she's hiding up in some hotel."
"That's a good idea," Schroeder agreed.
The two men began walking through the space between the annex and the house, then down the driveway to where Jensen's beat up '56 Dodge was parked on the street. David walked silently, in a hurry, Schroeder following...
Already, the older man's aggressiveness was returning, though the physical scuffle had taught him to keep a handle on his anger. "You got to understand my position," he grumbled in a low voice as they walked along. "I like you fine, Jensen, you're a good worker. But you bring this girl along with you, tell me you're married to her... then the next thing I know she's not your wife, and she's run off with four hundred dollars! Let's face it Jensen, you picked up a slut... and I might have done that myself at your age. But you've interjected your little fling into my world and created a very messy situation. I can't have that kind of woman around here, not with all these adolescent boys. This is supposed to be a respectable organization!"
"You left out one part," David pointed out, opening the car door.
Schroeder watched him slide in the front seat, then looked at him, mystified. "What's that?"
"The part where you balled her," he said, reaching to close the side door so abruptly that the older man jumped back...
Schroeder had never known himself to blush, not to any extent anyway, but now he could feel himself reddening and flushing from the tips of his toes to the dead hair roots of his tingling bald scalp. He felt himself glowing like an electric bulb! "You can say that... that may be true," he sputtered. "But you brought her here, and I'm holding you responsible. I want retribution for my four hundred dollars!"
"You want the car?" David sneered through the open window.
"Yes!" Schroeder glowered at the heap with vindictive satisfaction. It wasn't that he was unaware of its small value, that was unimportant now. He wanted it! "Yes."
"You got it," David said, and began backing out the drive.
"What should I do about Sharon?" the older man suddenly remembered, walking beside the moving car.
"That's your problem!" David said, and pushed his foot on the peddle so hard that the car bolted and the man jumped to the side, watching the car disappear rapidly down the driveway.
The diffused orange glow of twilight had dulled to a bland grey by the time David had reached the downtown district and parked in the city parking ramp. The shops were closed, the street lights were flicking on, and the traffic was exceedingly light. He made his way across the deserted public square to the ramshackle bus station located in the block just behind the college administration buildings.
Teri was not there.
He looked around quickly. The long wooden bench, like a church pew, was empty. The ticket window was closed.
"Damn it! Where the hell is everybody?" he said out loud, and strode back up to the window and read the schedule on the wall.
The next bus to Chicago left in one hour.
Walking hurriedly out of the station, he set out to explore the surrounding blocks for restaurants, hoping that she would be passing the time in one of them. Most were so sleazy that he didn't even bother to look.
That family place across from the campus! he decided. She was mooning over it that day we went to get the job! He walked fast back up towards the college buildings and the park, walked in the open door and gazed down the row of high wooden booths on one side.
She was sitting in the back booth, her back to him. He strolled up softly until her profile came into view, bent over a bowl of soup. She was eating thoughtfully, rapidly, but like someone hurrying onto the next course... not guiltily. Not like someone absconding on the next bus with four hundred stolen dollars!
Casually, he slipped into the seat facing her, careful not to show any emotion. For one thing, he didn't know what to feel! His natural tendencies were towards anger, but maybe she had some good reasons for doing what she had done.
She looked surprised, then unfriendly. He waited for her to say something, to reveal herself, but she didn't. So finally he spoke, "Teri, Schroeder says you took four hundred dollars!"
"I did." she said dully, not looking at him. "But why?"
She put down her spoon and looked at him directly. "I went up with him... to his room... willingly enough. But for what that sick-sick dirty old man put me through he owes it to me! More! I should have taken it all!"
She had flung her hair back and the volume of her voice increased. A wild light flared in her eyes, and he had the uneasy feeling she was - going to start screaming at him. "Watch it, now. Calm down." he reached across the table for her hand.
Small tears welled and brimmed in her eyes, beginning to spill slowly over onto her cheeks. With her free hand, she wiped them away, but they kept coming until the sides of her face glistened with wet streaks. She pulled her other hand reluctantly from his and reached for a paper napkin, wiping off her face and blowing her nose.
"Teri, you've got to give it back!"
"No." she stated flatly, picking up her spoon again. "He beat me with his belt, then raped me.
David wasn't surprised, but he kept at her. "We're going to get in a whole lot of trouble. He can call the police!"
"Are you kidding?" she said, calmly resuming her meal again. "The scandal would be the end of his job at that fraternity."
"Teri, he's taking my car! He'll keep it until I get the money back."
"What good is that heap going to do him?"
"I don't know. I suppose hell sell it for a hundred dollars. Teri, it's my car! It's the only thing I've got!"
She snorted. "You could take his Buick! That would be some exchange!"
David bent over the table, rested his forehead in his hand, and groaned loudly. "You're being ridiculous! Now give the fucker back his money, so we can get out of here in one piece."
"No."
"You're the one that got into the bad scene with him!" he retorted angrily, feeling his blood rising. "Now I'm the one that's having to pay for the whole mess!"
"You got what you wanted from me, too." she said coldly.
David stood up and walked out of the restaurant. The door was open, it being a spring night, but he grabbed it by the edge after he had passed through, slamming it loudly behind him, just out of the hope of embarrassing her or something! This time, he strode directly across the park in the direction of the parking ramp.
"David! David!" he stopped as she ran up from behind, causing him to stop in the middle of the park. She came up close to him, panting. "David, it wasn't like that with you. I really dug you a lot. I don't want to make things bad for you. But I just can't give in to that man. He hurt me, and now I've got to hurt him back. He taught me one thing: I'm going to look out for myself from now on."
"Even at others' expense?"
"Better their expense than mine."
"Well, it'll be interesting to run into you some day and see how your little philosophy worked out." He shrugged, knowing now there was nothing more to say. "Well, goodbye."
"Goodbye, David. It was nice knowing you."
By the time he got back to the house, Schroeder had gotten dinner off, sent the house boys and cook home, and was pacing up and down the kitchen. There were no voices, no clatter of dishes, but the smell of food hung in the silence.
"Still no Sharon?" David said to the older man, voicing the obvious.
"What the hell does it look like?" he growled back. Then more quietly, "What was it like downtown?"
"Quiet. The shops are closed."
"Then I guess she wouldn't be shopping."
"No."
David walked to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, then fixed himself a plate of the evening meal's cold leftovers. He felt Schroeder's eyes following him to the counter where he pulled a stool, sat down, and began to dig in.
"Sharon's probably eating in a restaurant right now!" the man said hopefully.
David put down his fork and looked up. "I hate to be discouraging, but it is getting late." He looked at the clock over the sink. "Eight-thirty. Most of the restaurants will be closing up by now. Not much open but bars."
Schroeder, still pacing, waved his fists at the ceiling and groaned at Jensen's stupidity. "Sharon is not in a bar!!" Then he stopped in the middle of the room, abruptly changing his mood. "I been putting this off... but I guess I ought to call her family. Maybe she took a plane home."
"Did you call the airlines, the bus station?" David began.
"I called the airlines, the bus station, and every goddamned hotel in town!" Schroeder admitted.
"Did you call the police?"
"Boy, are you out of your mind? How can a man call the police when his wife's only been gone six hours? Besides, it wouldn't look good." Schroeder was worried. He decided to call Indiana and moved to the phone on the end of the counter, turning his back to Jensen. Hell, she probably bought a plane ticket in a different name... though I can't imagine her thinking to do that. Goddamnit, she's probably at the farm right now... mooning over all those damn nieces and nephews!
David walked out to use the bathroom, giving Schroeder privacy. By the time he got back, the man was hanging over the counter, staring at the phone with its receiver back in the hook. "She wasn't there," he said simply.
Suddenly, David began to share his concern. Sharon was just not at any of the possible places, likely or unlikely, that she might have gone to. But there was something more than that... the fact of Sharon's sensitive, timid personality! She just wasn't the kind of woman who would put anyone, even her unfaithful husband, through this kind of hassle!
Schroeder dropped all pretense, his voice seeming to come from the very depths of despair. "She's just nowhere around... at all!"
"WAIT A MINUTE!" David's voice was a short of dismay.
Standing up from the counter and pulling the stool back with him. David's eyes caught on Sharon's delicate orange-strapped sandal caught around the base of one of the aluminum legs of the high kitchen stool. He knew it was one of the same pair she had worn that afternoon. God, his eyes had traveled visually over every inch of that titillating ripe body, from the tips of her pink-painted toenails beneath the sandals to her small curved ear lobes dangling light summer earrings! Jesus, he knew instinctively, something has happened to her! He looked across the floor and saw one of the thin silver hoop earrings that he had been daydreaming about only seconds earlier. It looks like she's been in some kind of struggle! Schroeder had managed the fraternity evening meal all right, but naturally, he hadn't swept up. Somehow, that final job always ended up with Sharon.
"Schroeder, something funny as hell has been going on!" he announced, picking up the shoe, then moving bent across the floor for the earring.
Schroeder, already noting Jensen's wild-eyed expression, was standing there beside David by the time he straightened up, "Jesus, those are Sharon's things!" he went through David's logic exactly, but seconds later. "It looks like she's been in some kind of struggle!"
David, with Schroeder following behind him, moved into the dining room, their eyes poring over the carpet, walls, pieces of furniture for more of Sharon's belonging or further evidences of struggle.
"Nothing... nothing... nothing here!" Schroeder cried out in increasing desperation as they entered the living room. For the first time, he was facing the possibility that something serious had really happened to his desirable young wife. He turned back towards the kitchen, his voice carrying behind him, "I'm going to call the police."
"Wait a minute!" David shouted him back. Sharon's other orange-strapped sandal lay partly on the carpet, partly on the deep mahogany border of a step approximately halfway up the large staircase to the second floor.
"It looks like she's somewhere up there," he said to Schroeder now standing again behind him. "You want to call the police... or what?"
"Or what?" Schroeder snarled murderously at him and began charging up the stairs two and three at a time.
"Okay, I'm behind you!" David agreed, slightly uneasy. He had never imagined himself aligned with the housefather, and he didn't know if he should be afraid of what might happen to the two of them, or what might happen to the person or persons who had the shapely housemother when the infuriated giant Schroeder got his hands on them. Fear, curiosity, and a certain tenderness he still felt for the woman compelled him to follow the housefather...
CHAPTER SIX
Some two hours earlier Sharon had been sitting at the kitchen table; her thought had been as elusive as the puffy white clouds outside. It was one of those glorious spring afternoons when the warm near-summer air of the day had just cooled slightly, leaving behind the growing heat and sense of dust and pollen in the air, but keeping the scent of the new blooming flowers, fresh, sweet, and clean as a florist's shop. Through the open kitchen windows came a faint rustling breeze... serene. It was a moment that Sharon wished could go on forever. She smiled to herself as she sipped a cup of coffee, trying to sober up, and slightly amused and even pleased with herself at having to do so.
It had been some day!
Starting at the top, she had gotten drunk... was drunk... right now I am... for the second time in her life, the other being once before she had gotten married with John... that is, I got drunk with John... not that J married him, though I did that also! She giggled. After all, the momentous day was ending well so there didn't seem any reason not to be happy. She undid one of the straps of her sandals, then let the shoe dangle carelessly from her toe. When it fell inevitably to the floor, she merely looked at it and smiled.
Then, going backwards further, she had been desired by a very handsome young man and found to her pleasant surprise that she could desire strongly also. But she had stood by her morals and he seemed to have accepted that without too much anguish... so why should I feel bad about that? I feel good about it! She knew that the confidence he had aroused in her was still there, and would always be there. She could feel it burning softly, like a low quiet flame deep in her belly. Now it was just a matter of waiting for it to flare up and explode... everything is going to be all right!
Then, still recollecting backwards, came the hard part, the part about John. She didn't think much about Teri. After all, the young couple would be gone soon, but she did think about getting back together with her husband. She wanted to. It was funny how his sudden interest in the other woman... simple jealousy, I got to admit it... had revived her flagging interest in her husband. Despite the problems, she had honestly just been scared half to death at the prospect of losing him to the other woman, and was even willing now to see how her own passive dissatisfaction had helped to gradually sap the joy out of their relationship. After all, he wasn't a mind reader! When she had gotten over her initial disinterest, she should have told him... let him know that all that brutal forcing just wasn't necessary! Let him know I can be a very sexual person, if only he'd help me just a little.
There was only one thing that still bothered her. I held myself back from David... and the temptation was strong... I can STILL feel it... why didn't he with Teri? But she resolved... now!... to forget it, to seal it away in a far corner of her mind where, she hoped, it would come to some kind of comprehensibility with time. Time and experience were the great teachers, and one day she might understand. Or, if not, there would be nothing but a minor scar to remind her it had ever happened.
She resolved to stay with John through the semester, never mentioning what she had heard, then suggest a vacation for the two of them. When it came right down to it, there was no real reason why John had to work at all, and if he retired permanently it could be one long beautiful vacation for the both of them.
Her wandering, half-intoxicated string of thoughts came to an- end as Robbie Morgan entered the kitchen. She looked up in surprise as he walked up to the table to stand beside her. After all, David had gone to park the car and she had supposed he would be back at any moment. Through the soft haze of her inebriation, Robbie seemed over-agitated and his voice came through as a shouting: "Mrs. Schroeder, come help me quick! My roommate... Mark Barner... he's caught his finger in our door and I can't unlock it!"
"In the door? Where's your key?" Sharon asked, jumping to her feet. Sometimes... when she was thinking how grown-up these young men were... they turned into absolute children again!
"I don't know!" Robbie jumped from one foot to another, growing even more anguished. "I never used it... no one uses their keys here, and I guess I just lost it!"
"Well, Mark must have one if he's locked out!"
"He's not locked out. He's locked in! The door just locked itself!"
Sharon reminded herself not to get flustered by his adolescent over-dramatizations. She remembered from teaching the peculiar habit of children blaming their own most obvious mistakes on remote unlikelihoods or sheer impossibilities. "Sure," she slurred thickly, moving to the counter, remembering, "the rock fell through the window from the tree!"
"What?" he started curiously.
"Never mind, I've got the master keys here," she said, grabbing her purse from the counter. Thank God, John had insisted on her having a second set of her own, though she'd never had any use for them... until now! She would unlock the door, then see how bad the boy's finger was. Maybe he'd have to go to the hospital! She followed Robbie out through the dining room, across the living room, moving with a certain unsteadiness behind him up the front stairs. By the time she was halfway up the stairs, she realized, God, I'm only wearing one shoe! She slipped her foot out of the other one, left it there, then sensed she was missing one earring. I really did drink too much! she worried, but it wasn't the time to remonstrate about that now. She continued on up the stairway, finding some difficulty moving because of the alcohol, and by the time they had climbed the second flight of steps to the attic level, the blood was pounding in her head and she felt dizzy.
She fell against the wall for a moment, her head swimming, then leaned back, panting deeply and catching her breath.
"Which room?" she called ahead to him still moving down the narrow hallway, her vision thankfully refocusing.
"Down here, this last room."
"Good God, the poor thing has probably been dying waiting for us to get all the way up here... "
With shaking hands, she unlocked the door, it swung open and she saw Mark Barnes falling rapidly backwards to land prostrate on the bed, moaning and holding his hand. Quickly, she rushed to him, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.
"Now, Mark, it's going to be all right!" she encouraged, glancing at his body as he turned on his side away from her, curling his body up and rocking back and forth slowly and methodically in obvious anguish, his hand clutched to his belly. "Let me see it... so I know if we should call a doctor."
She had just laid her hand gently on his shoulder, tugging him back towards her, when she heard the door slam behind them. She turned, noted Robbie locking the door from the inside with the master key, turned back to the prostrate Mark... then did a double take back to Robbie! "Why are you doing... THAT?"
At the same time, Mark Barnes rolled onto his back, exposing the opened fly of his jeans. Sharon sucked in her breath in surprise and her eyes bulged with shock as she saw his short thick cock jump out at her. It was hard and fully erect, the tiny slit in its center already glistening with clear male lubricant.
Once again, her head swam until she thought she might faint at the unbelievable sight of the teenager lying there, lewdly displaying his private male parts to her and hardly able to hold back his grin of proud satisfaction.
"What... is going on? Just what do you think you're doing?" she snapped angrily through her alcoholic fog, her voice sharp and impatient. She almost had to force herself to realize it wasn't a dream, although it certainly seemed to be so.
There was no answer. And that made it even more frightening.
She sensed Robbie moving up from behind to stand just beyond her shoulders. Now she was conscious that she was completely surrounded by the two young men, looking at her with obscenely smirking eyes. The sounds of their breathing was loud in the small room. Twinges of dread began to grip her belly as she looked from one to the other, lascivious leers contorting their faces.
Oh no, she thought, they 're going to try to do it... to me! At the horrible thought, her mind went utterly blank and she lost all ability to reason sensibly, no matter how hard she tried. Everything was giving way rapidly to dread, rapidly building panic, then the first stages of sheer paralyzing horror. Her fate loomed sickeningly in her mind, blotting out all other thoughts, past or present, there was only this moment.
Robbie Morgan rose to a position of authority as he stood looming over her sitting from the edge of the bed. His voice was patient, but stern, "We brought you here for one big reason. And I suppose you've already guessed what that is, haven't you?"
Sharon stared wildly from one to the other of them, tears streaming down her cheeks... Oh God, this is so humiliating. They're just little boys, they 're not even men!
His voice droned on confidently, "And there isn't any point of screaming, unless you want all the guys in the fraternity in on it?"
"No, no, please, no!" Sharon started to attention.
"Because Jensen... and your husband... they're just too far away to hear all the way up to this attic floor! Understand?"
"Yes, I understand." God, only too well!
For a moment, she thought of jumping out a window... anything to avoid this disgrace... but, looking around, there didn't seem to be one!
"And for another thing," Robbie was speaking again. "I'm going to tell you something that's going to shock the hell out of you. Your husband, Mr. Schroeder, has been making it with Mrs. Jensen!" He waited, then looked confused by her lack of response.
"I just thought you ought to know," he went on. "So you don't need to feel guilty!"
"That's very considerate of you," she snapped dryly.
Anger and impatience flashed across his face. She's making fun of me! "Well, whether you think it is or not, I don't care. But don't think you can turn us in, because if you do, we'll spill the beans about Mrs. Jensen and your husband, and that'll end the job. I bet they'll even blame what... we 're going to do to you... on him, for creating an immoral atmosphere!"
Sharon's eyes widened in awed horror. They certainly got everything figured out! The job isn't important... but the scandal, John's reputation! Coming at his age, at the end of his career, it would just kill him. Everything... all our plans for enjoying the next few years... would be destroyed. Instead of all the happiness I'd thought we were finally going to come into, it'd be nothing but bitterness. It'd be even worse than before!
"Don't you have anything to say?" Mark Barnes' low voice interrupted her thoughts. He was bothered by her soft weeping. Her heavy sadness was getting to him. "Nothing at all?" he encouraged, pleadingly.
She looked up. It was useless to say anything, but still she wondered. "Why... why did you pick on me? You certainly could have figured out all these elaborate precautions and safeguards for some other... victim."
Robbie angrily jerked her to her feet by her shoulders. He didn't like the word victim and it sent his blood boiling. "Because, Mrs. Schroeder," he spat the words into her face, "we know how bad... just how really, really bad you need someone to throw a good fuck to you!" Suddenly, he jumped up on the opposite bed and, tossing books from the top shelf, revealed the ventilation window. "We know a lot more about a lot of things - a lot more than just Mr. Schroeder's little fling with Mrs. Jensen. We know everything about Mr. Schroeder and YOU, how he just jumps on you and doesn't bring you to the top... and how sometimes, he doesn't even do that much... he just fucks you up the ASSHOLE!"
This time Sharon did faint. The unspeakably obscene word seemed to be spinning around and around her in her consciousness, and she couldn't take her mental eye off of it. Her mind was turning and revolving until it quite suddenly fell out of the whirling vortex into a deep dark warm hole of utter blackness and nothingness. When she came to, she was stretched out on a bed. She barely opened her eyes, wanting to delay as long as possible the fact that she had regained consciousness. Her would-be rapists lay on either side of her. During the time she had been out, they had drawn out the center desk between the beds, bolstered it against the door, and pushed the two single beds together. Both boys had their hungry glances locked on her body, and she could almost feel the physical impact of the lust that glowed in each pair of eyes. Oh God, I'm naked! she suddenly realized. She looked down the length of her body that they had undressed while she was unconscious. Her clothes lay folded neatly over a chair. The last vestiges of her personal privacy were gone and she had never felt so alone and vulnerable.
At the same time, the situation suddenly reminded her of David Jensen and how he had aroused her so deeply only a few hours ago. Suddenly, the low flame she had been aware of flared up like a blast furnace in her belly. No, God, I mustn't think of that!
Still, a lightly glinting stream of perspiration ran down the narrow valley between her full quivering breasts, and she could feel the stifling hot air inside the small room pressing around her pointed little nipples. She heard the sharp intake of Robbie's breath as he studied with lewd appreciation the full naked revelation fo her proud, ripely peaked mounds of flesh. And below, down beyond her harrow waist and tautly smooth abdomen, she was naked, too!... everywhere! She turned to Mark and saw his eyes fixed on the smoothly curving length of her long tapered legs, especially the sparse down-like mound of soft blonde pubic hair up between her full firm thighs that had parted slightly. Her legs had fallen apart... or they had pulled them open... but, in any case, the pinkly glistening slit of her secret genitals was half exposed and peeking out temptingly.
"Christ! What a pair of boobs!" she heard Robbie hiss in a low hoarse voice, obviously not yet aware that she had awakened.
"Yeah," Mark whispered back. "And look at that pretty pussy."
They think I'm still out! Through heavily slitted eyes, she gazed to either side at the two teen-agers and her heart flung itself into her throat at the sight of their nakedness. She had never seen any man naked but John, and now the sight of two naked men, one on either side of her, was almost too much for her naive still half-aroused consciousness. Yes, of course, they had both removed their own clothes after stripping her. Mark, sandy-haired and broad-faced, had a short, stocky body but he was much more heavily muscled than she would have imagined from seeing him in clothes. His legs were thick, covered with reddish-blond hair; one knee was raised up as he lay on his side next to her, his hotly pulsating cock spearing into her waistline. On the other side, Robbie had also stripped himself naked and lay stretched out beside her, his slim sinewy body pressing tightly up to hers. As he watched her gently breathing breasts, the hard warmth of his virilely throbbing young cock ground against her smoothly tapered white thigh... I'll just lay here... like I'm dead... all the time! Then I won't have to do anything! she thought in even greater revulsion at the idea of having to take part... to participate with them in the obscene rape of her helpless body.
Then, one of Mark's hands came to rest on her thigh, moving slowly... inexorably... towards the tempting mound of her femininity. She stiffened involuntarily, but not enough for them to notice... at least, yet! His hand played in the down-like hair of her blonde triangle for a moment then one of his fingers slid down into the pinkly glistening wet furrow of her vagina to tease the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Eeeeeeeeh!" a soft helpless whimper escaped uncontrollably from her lips. Under his probing hand, her pelvis writhed and her torso arched up from the mattress. She hadn't wanted them to know she was conscious... I ruined everything!... but she just couldn't help it!
At that time, both boys returned their lewd gazes to her face and smiled gleefully, as though welcoming her back to the world. This time, Mark, growing in assertion, was taking charge. "Now take it easy!" he warned. "Everything's all right! But getting back to what Robbie was saying, we know Mr. Schroeder's not doing right by you. So we figured we'd sort of do you a favor by fucking you. We've got no intentions of hurting you, you can count on us for complete satisfaction!"
Sharon bolted upright in the bed. It was crazy, unthinkable. "You're not doing me any favors; you're using me for yourselves!"
"Well, that's true, we need some satisfaction, too. But what's wrong with that? It'll be great for all three of us!"
Oh God, Sharon groaned and fell back onto the bed. The three of us... all at the same time! I don't understand this younger generation! "No, no, please, leave me alone," she blubbered and turned her head to sob into the pillow. "I don't want this. I don't want anything to do with this!" She was sure they must be crazy, so sure of it that she was even afraid to say the word, accusing them of it, for fear they would hurt her physically... maybe even kill me!
In any case, Robbie Morgan was fed up with the soft persuasive approach. "Well, I'm ready now to have a good time and, if you don't want to join us, then just... suffer!" He reached under the bed and thrust a quarter-filled bottle of whisky at her. "Drink it down now, if you want it," he growled. "Cause the glorious gang fuck's about to begin... "
Desperately, she grabbed for the bottle and put the neck of it into her lips, letting the hot whisky pour down her throat, swallowing and gulping rapidly. It made her gasp for breath, but she needed it frantically and did it again. This time she drank so avidly that she went into a coughing spell. When she was finished clearing her throat, she noticed that the empty bottle lay on the floor, and the two boys were once again stretched out expectantly beside her.
Suddenly, she knew that her ordeal was starting. Robbie, beside her, took her in his long sinewy arms, drawing her back up slightly off the mattress and pressing her large firm breasts against his naked chest. His lips covered her immediately, his tongue snaking into her mouth and sliding deep into her throat. She didn't respond, but she didn't struggle either. There was no possible way she could escape, and she had already begun to reconcile herself to her fate. The alcohol was loosening her nerves, and she could feel its warming effects in her belly: She was counting on it to dull the fear and horror she still felt.
At the same time that Robbie kissed her his hand cupped the whole of her throbbing warm breast and lifted it momentarily to roll the quickly hardening little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of herself, Sharon could feel unwanted tingling sensations begin to generate immediately in her loins, and she was aware of the lubricating moistness growing rapidly down there now between the softly swelling lips of her vagina. Oh no!... I'm getting aroused again, and I don't want to let them do that to me! I can't let them make me enjoy this!
For the moment, Mark, on the side, had found it exciting to watch his friend's fondling of the blonde housemother's large firm breasts, but now he wanted one also! His mouth dropped down hungrily to the other erect little nipple, and he sucked and pulled on it gently with his lips, then began to run his tongue around the aureole. Sharon, in the center, began to writhe and twist her nakedly helpless body between the two boys as a wild unwanted desire flickered like heat lightning through her love-starved loins.
It didn't take her long to realize that she was about to lose... was losing right now!... her battle to resist their obscene dual ravishment. She reminded herself of the outrage of their mutual attack... one youth French kissing her, the other sucking lustfully at her deeply throbbing breast. But even those reminders turned back on her to incite her unwilling imagination and arouse lewd feelings of sexual hunger in her body. Thus, in attempting to think morally, to think about what these boys were doing to her, she was only working against herself! The whisky, too, seemed to heighten and enhance the warm pleasure building rapidly in her belly. If only David hadn't already aroused her earlier in the afternoon, maybe it wouldn't be so hard now!
Robbie was kissing her even more deeply now. His long tongue played along the insides of her mouth and moved in tiny teasing circles on the tender flesh of her inner lips. Before she realized it, she was voraciously sucking on his tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until his moistly heated mouth smashed her lips back against her teeth.
Mark's voice broke through her consciousness. She had been all too aware of his warm young lips on her breast and, as he pulled away, she realized suddenly that she missed his attention acutely... almost painfully. He had grown steadily in assertiveness, even to the point of surpassing Robbie, whose hand was massaging her wildly throbbing breast with ever more forcefully kneading pressure. Mark's hot breath rasped in her ear, arousing her even further with his own rapidly growing excitement. Suddenly, he pulled away!
"Robbie, while you're up there. I'm going to go down on her!"
Then Robbie broke the deep soul-searching kiss to say "Okay, you get to eat that smelling little pussy first, but I get to be the first one to fuck her!"
Sharon couldn't believe her ears, but before she could even think of some protest, Robbie's lips clamped down hard once again on her mouth. She frantically twisted and squirmed her lower body, trying to show Mark that she wanted none of his perverted kisses down there. She pulled her thighs tight together and stiffened the muscles of her legs. Before they had disarmed her with their gentleness, but now she was frightened all over again!
"Just let your legs fall apart," the boy advised in a helpful way, oblivious to her dismay, "because I'm going to give you some real fancy triple tonguing!" In his fevered excitement, he brutally wrenched her legs apart without difficulty and scuttled up between them. "Damn, what a pretty little cunt!"
Sharon was surprised for more than one' reason! She had heard once or twice, very vaguely, of a woman taking a man's penis in her mouth. After all, her own husband John had tried to get her to do that. But she had assumed that only the most depraved, sick individuals engaged in that kind of activity and, naturally, she had resisted. When John had asked her to do that, it had only confirmed her suspicion that he was a very, very disturbed man. But now these two young boys were talking about licking her vagina... really, just the opposite thing?... as though it were absolutely nothing! And from the way they were talking, they seemed to think of it as perfectly natural! She wondered... it's beginning to seem like the whole world's crazy... or ME.' Finally, the housemother's anxious fear did pierce through the fraternity boy's excitement. "Don't fight it," he called out through the hoarseness of his chest. "Just relax, Mrs. Schroeder... and enjoy it... because I'm going to lick and suck your cunt, just like your husband should do. You deserve it. And I promise you'll absolutely flip!"
She couldn't answer, she could only moan helplessly into the other boy's mouth pressed over her own. But Mark's very words caused her to tremble with a lewd abandon she had never felt before, and didn't want... at least, she didn't think she did! He was kneeling now between her out-stretched legs, his fingers pressing into the gently trembling flesh of her inner thighs. Suddenly, the degradation she had thought was going to inflict upon her began to vanish from her mind. She was conscious now only of the delicious feeling of his superior strength forcing her thighs to spread even wider until her sparse hair-covered vaginal lips flowered open to reveal completely the pink, deeply throbbing strip of flesh between.
Suddenly, he dropped his head downward and warmness of his lips pressed softly and gently into her hotly swelling cuntal flanges. She felt his quivering wet tongue curling deeply into the moistly sensitive crease, stopping to swirl several times around the throbbing bud of her erect little clitoris and lashed lightly over it.
Suddenly, the only thing that mattered was the intense sexual fires which had been lit in her warmly palpitating breasts and vagina, and were now building rapidly past the point of control. Everything else was unimportant... shame... revulsion... pride... honor! They were mere words about nothingness, amorphous feelings that people said existed but that really didn't. The only word that really had any meaning was ECSTASY... and she knew about that because she could feel the physical truth of it in the sensations of pure pleasure rippling outward from her belly and her wildly tingling nipples... pleasure that jolted and surged through every fiber and nerve of her being. She wanted desperately anything and everything the boys could do for her or that she could do for them. But again, it was impossible to speak with the other boy's lips plastered over her mouth, and she could only respond with a single low continuous "yesssssssss" into Robbie's mouth muffling her words.
Her entire shamelessly aroused body shuddered in naked delight as Mark took the wildly throbbing bud of her clitoris into his teeth and held it there with painstaking gentleness while his tongue licked in a searing circle of lust all over the hotly quivering tip of the tiny head.
Oh God, it's so good! Just like he said... it's wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!
The boy's warmly pressuring hands pushed her thighs even further apart, and his face began to turn in lewdly sensual circles as his hot tongue stroked deep and hard now all over the tingling cuntal furrow. Her wantonly writhing body convulsed in response. He moved deeper into her hotly clasping vagina, using his long wet tongue as a penis to orally fuck the gasping older woman.
Sharon began to wriggle and twist her hips, lewdly grinding her pelvis up to his face, cooperating with him as much as she could. One of her hands moved down to tangle in his hair, stroking and caressing the head bobbing up between her legs, bringing her so much pleasure. Simultaneously, she was enjoying Robbie's wetly fervent kiss and his gently moving hands that roamed at will over her sensitive upper body, returning always to her urgently quivering breasts where they fondled and massaged and caressed the full warm resiliency of her naked flesh. She could feel her aroused nipples digging into his grasping palms and erotically imagined she could even feel the ridges of his fingerprints.
Oh God, this is all my fault... I let David get me aroused and now... I just can't seem to stop it! BUT I DON'T CARE! Her other hand, the one that was not twisted in Mark's hair, was wrapped around Robbie's neck, pulling his virile young body against hers. Suddenly, however, this was not enough for her! She could feel Robbie's heated hardness pulsating rhythmically against her thigh as he kissed and fondled her, and suddenly she wanted to hold that naked raw male pole of flesh in her hand. Cock! Prick! That was all. She wanted to feel it with her own hands. Urgently, she reached down for it, her nakedly aroused body caught up in an insane whirlpool of lust that she knew now existed within her mind and body, but could not yet fathom why.
It was pure rapture for her, holding the boy's hotly throbbing shaft in her hand, and- she tightened her fingers gently around it as he began rocking his hips back and forth. With an abrupt thrill, she realized she could actually feel it growing and expanding in her hand. From the tactile sense alone, it fascinated her, and she strained for a closer look than she had taken at first; it was long and thin... whereas, Mark's was short and thick... but, golly, I like them both!
Then she said it - something that surprised and shocked even her. "Robbie! I want to suck your cock... put your cock in my mouth."
"Wow!" the boy scrambled immediately to his knees beside her face, more than anxious to comply. "Mrs. Schroeder, you're something else!" Then he said to Mark, still slavering his mouth wetly between Sharon's parted legs further down the bed, "See, didn't I tell you she'd like it. This is really wild! She'll be sucking me while you're eating her!"
At the time, at her peak of high arousal, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take Robbie's beautiful young penis into her mouth. She kept her eyes open in delight as the satiny cock-head brushed against her wetly parted lips. She wanted to do it! And the fact that down there below, between her wide-held legs, the other young man was eagerly sucking on her... made it just that more wicked and exciting! She wanted to arouse in Robbie the same wildly searing sensations that Mark's continuing licking at her pussy was bringing to her.
She willingly opened her mouth and her lips ovalled softly around Robbie's long hard maleness. She was pleasantly surprised by its rubber softness and slightly pungent male flavor. She liked that too! Slowly, experimenting at first, she ran her quivering wet tongue over the blood-engorged head. Then, gaining confidence, she began to swirl her tongue faster in tiny licking circles, feeling the lewdly exciting shock of what she was doing ripple through his naked young body. Finally, she gently inserted the tiny tip of her tongue into the narrow glans slit at the top of it, and she could taste his impatiently oozing seminal fluid.
Robbie's eyes were glued on her tightly ovalled lips as he began to revolve his hips slowly and rhythmically back and forth in front of her face, flexing the muscles of his lean buttocks to drive his hotly throbbing cock deeper into the soft warm recesses of her mouth. She accepted it, convulsing and hollowing the warmly clasping insides of her mouth around the thick tension of the shaft as it worked further and deeper into her oral cavity, until all of it was absorbed and the spongy, lust-swollen head rushed to the top of her throat. Only a tiny stretch of the base of it showed between her lips and the dark black curls of his pubic hair, and she tightened her lips like an elastic band around its exciting thickness.
As far as Sharon was concerned this was heaven, and she would have been satisfied if it had gone on forever. But then the hypnotic rhythm of the three bodies moving together was broken when Mark suddenly stopped. She stiffened and whimpered around Robbie's still plunging cock in her mouth for the boy to continue his wild tonguing of her heatedly aroused vagina. When nothing happened she pulled back from Robbie in disappointment. Looking down and straining to see, she glimpsed at Mark, now rising up on his knees between her wide-spread legs, his hand gripping his visibly throbbing cock that had been massaged to huge proportions while, sucking on her, he had rubbed it repeatedly against the mattress.
"Hey!" his voice came from behind. "It's time for a change! You do the cunt licking now. I want some of that cock sucking!"
"She's already got me half way there!" Robbie snapped. "So just wait awhile... then you can fuck into her mouth while I fuck her pussy!"
"Hell, with that!" Mark came back. "If you don't let me up there now, I'm going to fuck her first. Right now, in fact!"
Sharon stared down with masochistic fascination as Mark's hand continued to grip the thick shaft of his hearty young penis. Her eyes widened in amazement and admiration as he pulled back the loose fold of thick foreskin to reveal the blood-red roundness of its head. A clear drop of male lubricant... looking like a little seed-pearl appeared at the lust-swollen tip. Mark was obviously ready for action, more than ready! Suddenly, she realized that her moment of irrevocable infidelity was fast approaching... He's going to fuck me until he cums inside me. Then Robbie will want to do it, too! Then I'll be an adulteress!
Mark looked at her lewdly, as he saw her eyes taking in his thickness. "You thought what I did was good... wait till you feel this deep inside that beautiful little cunt of yours."
Sharon shuddered involuntarily. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that what he said was true. Every nerve of her long-frustrated nervous system quivered with lewd anticipation. Her husband had denied her physical needs, and she had denied them herself past the point of human endurance. And now her entire being yearned, aching and throbbing, for sexual satiation... FINALLY... TO CUM! I don't care if it is wrong. I want both of their cocks. I've got to have them!
Lying there, one boy at her tousled hair and the other at her naked feet, the young housemother called out, "Why don't... both of you... just fuck me... one at a time! Let Mark go ahead and fuck my vagina, while I keep sucking your penis, Robbie!"
Beside her, the dark-haired Robbie, sucked in his breath, deep and hard. It was a point of honor with him. "But I let you go down on her pussy first," he complained to Mark. "While I was still just kissing her. So then you agreed that I could fuck her first!"
"But then she ended up sucking on you... so what's the difference?" Mark protested. "You've got to be flexible."
"I am flexible," Robbie protested... "And just to prove it... " his voice drifted off.
Sharon groaned softly and felt increasingly frustrated under the confusion of the seemingly useless debate... All she knew was that she wanted the delicious contact at her hungrily throbbing pussy, some more licking or some fucking or... something!... to resume and continue now. The wildly erotic sensations in her belly were now gradually and steadily diminishing back to a pleasant but low burning flame, tingling and enjoyable enough... but nothing next to what she had been feeling, or what she had known for sure that she would be feeling for the very first time at any moment! She had been ready to cum! Oh God, I couldn't stand it... if it doesn't happen now. Please, please don't let me down now.
"I'm not only flexible," Robbie's voice was still droning on now, though with a new proud gloating tone. "I got imagination. I got it all figured out! You fuck her up the cunt... while I fuck her asshole like we saw Schroeder fucking her. That way everybody's happy!"
Sharon wasn't. Her head whirled with shock... this was the least thing she had expected from the two boys... and she cringed at the strange new sadistic tone she sensed in Robbie's voice. Strange? No, it's not new to me at all. I recognize it... from John! "Nooooooo! Please! It wouldn't make me happy. You don't know how it hurts!"
"But Schroeder's already stretched you out," Robbie pointed out. "So I'll be careful and gentle... and, this time, you'll really enjoy it, too!"
"Hey, that's really wild!" Mark agreed, his eager young cock jerking visibly. "It'll really be all the three of us together that way!"
"You promise... you'll be gentle?" Sharon groaned pleadingly, as the two boys were already turning her onto her stomach. "Mark, you're still going to fuck me soon, aren't you?" she stammered hopefully. Oh shit, I don't care what they do to me... fust so someone stuffs a penis in my vagina soon! The devils in her belly began to dance wildly again at the mere thought. She needed but one thing now; she needed a penis! More than anything else in the world she needed a beautiful big cock!
"Kneel," Robbie commanded thickly, and she immediately obeyed. "Get your ass up in the air. Spread your legs," he added, and she obeyed again.
Every last bit of will power seemed to have been submerged in her overpowering need for orgasm. She knelt unresisting, aware of Mark rapidly stroking his own thick cock while he watched, as Robbie kissed her smoothly rounded buttocks and bit them with sharp little love nips. She felt him draw her fleshy cheeks apart and shivered with unexpected delight as his tongue lowered to lick the moistened crevice between them. To the side, Mark jerked ever more furiously on his lewdly growing organ at the salacious spectacle. She felt the strain on her tightly puckered anus as Robbie pulled the pink crinkled skin around it. Suddenly, she felt obscenely naked and slightly masochistic as she sensed him hovering above the deep red little hole; and she enjoyed that, too.
Chills ran down her spine and arms as she felt his outstretched middle finger probing gently at the puckered little hole.
His finger prodded, and in response, her feet jumped further outward to the edges of the joined beds on either side. But it wasn't from any pain. The boy had been right when he had said that Schroeder had stretched her. It was from the surprising surges of pleasure that rippled through the muscles of her warmly quivering buttocks and tickled in wild little waves over the unblemished naked flesh of her behind and thighs.
While the other boy watched, Robbie wormed his finger slowly and carefully around in the tightly clasping hole, moving his finger in an ever widening circle against the small anal ring, then, other times, sawing it straight in and out, teasing her and the awe-struck Mark. But the thing that seemed to fascinate the watching Mark the most was the way man and woman were working together, the housemother eagerly wiggling her hips back against it and sighing as though some strange erotic pleasure of subjugation was sweeping through her. His eyes bulged with wonder as the pink rubbery skin of her rectum clung to the outstretched finger fucking in and out, and she sighed with a deep gasp of particular satisfaction.
"C'mon, Robbie," Mark pleaded to his fraternity brother. "Put it in her ass, will you?" He was starting to almost feel left out!
The housemother's quickly agreeing response reassured him that wasn't true! "I'm ready, Robbie. Put it in! Then we can fall backwards so Mark can climb on top of us!"
Still, she held her breath as Robbie clutched at the top of her nakedly trembling thighs and placed the hotly throbbing head of his virile young penis against the tight hairless opening of her backside. She felt him begin to prod... harder... the pressure grew... and then the tight sphincter muscle gave way and the youth's long hard cock popped inside of her. It doesn't hurt! It's not as big as John's! She pushed back and he pushed forward, and slowly, gradually, the heatedly pulsating shaft made its way through the spongy, resistant channel of her rectum, pushing the tight walls back in waves as it surged through her. Finally, he was buried to the hilt in the buttery soft confines of her bottom, and his pelvis smacked loudly against her wantonly writhing buttocks.
The dark-haired fraternity boy, moving carefully, locked his hands tightly to the housemother's smoothly flaring hips and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top of him. His long hot pole of flesh was still embedded deep in her backside as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs were splayed out on the outside of his legs, and she looked up anxiously to the other boy, encouraging him with her eyes to mount her without further delay.
Mark didn't wait a second. He crawled between her widespread legs, straddling his fraternity brother's knees, and pushed the older woman's thighs far apart to their utmost limits. He grasped his thick aching weapon in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay into the velvety warmth of her wetly clasping pussy. He continued to thrust forward and his excitedly throbbing penis slithered deep into the farthest recesses of her vagina to scrape against the underside of Robbie's cock already buried in her rectum.
"Oh, oh God!" the blonde young housemother gasped as finally she lay sandwiched between the two young boys. She could feel each of their hotly pulsating cocks separately, one bringing a warm magic to her vagina and the other burning in her rectum, and each in itself was sending separate waves of deliciously forbidden pleasure through her. She could even feel the pressure on the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina, and at the moment, it felt almost as if there was nothing between the two young male organs. Together, they felt like the most gigantic penis in the entire world! She could feel her insides stretching and pulling, and her belly had never felt so filled and complete in her life!
"Is everybody ready now?" Robbie groaned from beneath.
"I am!" she moaned, almost incoherent from her already mounting rapture.
"I am, too!" Mark choked from on top of her. "Oh God, I can't wait any longer. C'mon, everybody. LET'S FUCK!!!!"
The two boys commenced a smooth sawing motion in and out of Sharon's moistly clinging pussy and rubbery tight rectum, buffeting the naked older woman between them like a rag doll. It only took a moment for them to fall into a mutual rhythm and Sharon, sandwiched between them, soon picked it up also. She eagerly undulated her sensually awakened body between, moving her warm-fleshed buttocks in tiny abandoned circles. Robbie's upthrusts into her wildly puckering rectum bounced her upwards to meet the downward drive of Mark's thick plunging cock into her steaming wet pussy. It worked perfectly! None of them had ever experienced anything like this before, and it seemed as though they had made a great discovery! Immediately, Sharon began to lubricate profusely. It became more and more incredible in the face of this group animal-like lust... there she was lying on her back, with her legs spread obscenely wide, accepting two plundering young cocks deeper and deeper inside her belly, one in her sensually quivering pussy and the other in her hotly searing rectum. It's like we've become one thing... an animal... or a machine! The imagery became more vivid for her. That's it. We're... like a f-fucking machine! We're the most fantastic machine in the whole world!
Mark, on top, thrust deeply and she bit at her lower lip in pleasure until she tasted the saltiness of her own blood. He plowed his thick male organ crushingly into the deep welcoming folds of her tightly clinging vagina, pressing great waves of her soft pink flesh in tingling ripples before it. This was what she wanted, her every wish seemed to be coming true! Her belly quaked and throbbed convulsively as the smoothly pistoning shaft plunged headlong into her again and again. Her mind whirled in useless efforts to reason out the lewd effects of the virile young penis filling her, crushing pleasurably her inner organs as it dug even deeper. Good God! Jesus! It felt like it would burst into her throat if he didn't stop! He was tearing her inhibitions from her body and then devouring them as he flexed the hotly bulging head once, twice... gulping her inner cunt away in mouthfuls of depraved sensuality. Her former being was rapidly leaving her, and there was nothing left now but these two steadily driving cocks, one in her vagina and the other in her rectum, filling her with a wild never-before-experienced sensual pleasure.
Behind her, Robbie shoved his long, blood-engorged penis forcefully in and out of the warm spongy flesh of her rectum, his every stroke inundated her being with a deliciously wanton feeling of forbidden delight.
"Oh shit, yes! Fuck my asshole!" she encouraged him on, her own lewd sluttish words merely adding fuel to her inner fires.
Robbie groaned as she reached down under herself, gently tickling his sperm-laden balls as he sank his lust-hardened cock to the hilt in her wide-split rear crevice. Sweat poured down his face. He was straining to see between their close-packed bodies, wanting to watch the pink flesh of her starred little anal hole draw back with his cock, greedily clasping at it as though to keep from escaping. In sadistic delight he imagined he could see his throbbing white length disappearing all the way up into her smoothly gyrating ass with every thrust. None of it would be left visible to the eye as it submerged to its full hot depth into her tight resilient passage. The lewd imagery caused him to ram especially deep inside her as though to burst her bowels asunder.
For Sharon, this hurt, but it was a pain that was strangely pleasurable. It was totally different from the throbbing pulsations Mark was causing in her ever more rapidly quivering vagina, but its savageness and wickedness filled her with an all pervading masochistic joy.
Suddenly, she knew that she was going to explode into her orgasm. It was there, just around the corner, still tantalizing her. Oh God... just a little more!
Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her tautly rippling belly and thighs, and she began to move with the two boys in an ever increasing abandonment, her shamelessly aroused body and mind all centering in now on the churning sensations of delight in her loins.
Then she realized the wildly throbbing expansion of the two cocks in her belly meant that the two young boys were nearing their climaxes, too! Their lunges into her became brutally crushing thrusts, wilder and wilder they became, nakedly voluptuous bodies tossing her roughly between them without consideration in their own lewd desperation. Among the three of them there came into existence a kind of primitive orgiastic dance of motion, point, and counter point, the rhythm and tempo increasing in rapidly building degrees. Even their three wanton groans and cries intermingled in an earthy primeval chorus of mad sexual abandonment.
Then... she began to cum... and cum... and cum some more... almost unendingly... Oh! It's here! I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmming! "I'm CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIII NNNNNGGGG!!! AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! OH GOD! Fuck me! FUUUUUUUCCCKK MEEEE!"
She seemed to be in a fantasy-land of cock; both of her holes were filled to overflowing with beautifully long hard penises that sent lewdly rising sensations of ecstasy rippling through her twitching pussy and made her whole body convulse with joy. There was nothing else but this world of cock.
"FUCK ME HAAAAAAAAAARDER! HAAAAAAAADER! DON'T EVER STOP!"
The two boys, sensing their total conquest of the older woman's body and mind, were going crazy, and they both lunged forward at the same time embedding their wildly gushing cocks deep into her rectum and pussy.
Mark buried his madly jerking penis as deep into the wet velvety heat of her vagina as he could, and felt his thick ejaculating shaft expanding to even greater dimensions, as it exploded violently. He continued battering into her for several more pelvis crushing strokes while he was still cumming. "OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!" he squealed.
Beneath her, Robbie jerked the firmness of her nakedly writhing buttocks against his pelvis and, holding her firmly by the hip bones, pinioned her as unmovingly as possible on his wildly ejaculating penis while his semen hosed through his long hard cock in a white hot stream, his thickly heated sperm shooting far up into her hotly milking rectum. He grunted: "SHIT! I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK! FUCK!" He felt her deliberately working her inner ass muscles and then she shrieked that she was cumming again.
Then the three just lay there, collapsed in a spent and satiated heap for a long euphoric moment. In fact, several minutes must have passed before Robbie, at the bottom of the heap, became aware of the discomfort of the heavy weight upon him. He groaned, too exhausted to even speak, and prodded feebly until Mark finally pulled himself from his lethargy to roll from Sharon's body. Then, with a sigh - almost of reluctance - she slid off behind him. The older woman lay nakedly between the two boys and closed her eyes, smiling. She was concentrating on remembering forever this feeling of their hot white sperm deep in her widely-expanded twin passages... and this simple, but unbelievable moment, of total satisfaction.
"Well, we said we'd take you to the top," Robbie said finally. "And we made our promise good."
"But... this can't happen again... you realize that, don't you?" Sharon pointed out.
"Well, we thought that way at first, but now I'm having second thoughts about it!" He turned over on his side and gazed at the housemother's lushly ripened body possessively. "I'm thinking that we ought to get together... every chance we get!"
Sharon tensed and bolted upright on the bed. "But I don't want that!"
Mark interjected himself into the conversation: "Robbie, leave well enough alone!"
Sharon added: "And John's probably looking for me... right now!"
"He won't look here," Robbie smiled smugly. "And besides, we got it all figured... so he can't do a damn thing about it!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Their thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone in the annex next door. Sharon stared at the wall... I wonder why John doesn't answer it! Even after their conversation, the group had lain there for some time... just too exhausted to move. Then, slowly, one by one, they began to stir from the bed. Sharon, thoughts of guilt and growing disbelief at what she had done coming back to her, moved the slowest. By the time, she was finally pulling her dress over her head, the two boys were already dressed.
"I - I can't think of an excuse!" Sharon complained.
"Jesus, we were gone right through dinner!" Mark realized, then wondered ridiculously, I wonder what they had!
"Jesus Christ!" Robbie knocked the butt of his hand against his head in disgust with the other two. "Let's try to get ourselves together!"
Clearly, he decided, he was the only brains in the operation. "Now, we'll just sit down and discuss this... and get together on what we're going to say," he announced. He looked at the other two confused looking figures and directed them physically to sit on the edge of Mark's bed. He sat directly across from them on his own, facing them.
Sharon sat rocking on the edge of the bed, her face ashen and scared. "Somebody's coming!" she started.
"Probably someone that lives on the hall," Robbie said smoothly, but he nonetheless, walked to the door and made sure it was still locked.
"You stupid bastard!" Mark roared, coming up behind him. "Schroeder's going to have a master key!"
Nervous now, Robbie looked at the small desk that was bolstered against the door and pressed it against the portal more securely. Then he stood back and said decisively, "I suggest we just leave... right now! Then we can meet in the kitchen in a few minutes and talk more safely."
Mark snapped, "But we can't leave! Somebody's coming."
There were voices, low and rushed, and footsteps, also hurried, moving further down the hall steadily past one room after the other as they neared the cubbyhole shared by the two boys on the end. One set of footsteps was massive, ponderous, as though weighted down by something heavier even than lead.
Mark swallowed with difficulty and hissed: "It is Schroeder! Oh "Jesus! It's Schroeder!"
Down the hall, David turned to the older man and said, "Schroeder, get behind me... and let me do the talking while we check out each door!" The man grunted in reluctant agreement, but David practically had to knock him aside to get around his huge shoulders and in front of him.
Together, they walked down the hallway and cautiously checked out each door. David knocked, then he pounded and if there was no answer by that time, he tried making some comment that would bring out any possible inhabitants. That failing, Schroeder brought out the master keys, and they flung the door open.
Nothing! One, two... on and on... six doors, and still they had found nothing! "Be quiet!" David whispered as they neared the attic cubbyhole. He glanced at Schroeder nervously, and with good reason! The man, certain now that they were finally at the right room, was turning a vivid purple, and his muscles were tensing like an animal about to pounce for the kill. David worried that on the one hand he might have a heart attack... or, on the other, actually kill someone!
He pushed Schroeder back and they went through the same routine... the knocking... the pounding... David's friendly voice... then the master key. The door opened an inch and suddenly stopped.
"They've blocked up the door," David said out loud.
Inside, all pretense to calmness and control had been rapidly dropped by the three inhabitants, even Robbie who was holding the desk against the door with every ounce of strength he possessed while Mark pushed and dragged at a bureau, the only other really large item of furniture in the room. Sharon watched feebly from a far corner of the bed, tears pouring from her eyes. She had never been so confused and frightened in her life... to the point where she couldn't physically move. She didn't know what to do! She couldn't assist her abductors... but she was so, so afraid of her husband!
"Open it up!" David shouted. "Or we're going to break through."
On the other side, Robbie broke out in a sweat. It was a matter of time. The only chance was to keep the door closed long enough to present some kind of defense before Schroeder actually broke into the room and got his monster-sized hands on them. Maybe, he rationalized, they could soften his anger, cool him off... anyway you cut it, we're going to get the shit beat out of us... but it's a whole lot better than being... MURDERED. Funny, he thought now, how he had discounted Schroeder's uncontrollable brutishness when he had worked out so coolly the machinations of the abduction and rape. Sure, he could blackmail Schroeder... but only if there was something left of him!
"We got something to tell you first," he blurted through the door. "Something you got to know!"
"Sharon! What's happened to Sharon?" Schroeder roared and began throwing his body against the door.
"No, no, wait!" Robbie yelled back. "Everything's all right with Sharon. You can talk with her!"
Schroeder leaned against the door and said hoarsely. "Sharon?... WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH YOU?"
"Th-they kidnapped m-me... and r-raped me!" Sharon's frightened voice sobbed back piteously in her own defense from the bed.
"And she loved every minute of it!" Mark called out hastily.
There was a silence and Schroeder seemed to groan into the door. If that were false, Sharon... instinctively honest... would have denied it immediately. That protest, rushing out of her before thought, would have been a victimized woman's unconscious response. Obviously, she hadn't been victimized, at least totally... and now the moment had passed. "But that's not what I got to tell you, Schroeder?" Robbie breathed a sigh of relief and shouted back, growing in assurance. "We saw every thing between you and Mrs. Jensen. Your wife knows about it and, I guess, Jensen does now, too. But, if you make trouble about this, we're going to tell EVERYBODY! And the thing is, Schroeder," he almost began gloating, as he gained confidence, "is that it doesn't matter if it's true or not, the mere suggestion of it, the scandal will... RUIN YOU!"
Robbie sank back on his heels, gulping for breath. He had shot his wad. Now all there was to do was wait for Jensen's reaction. He hoped that Jensen might suddenly turn on Schroeder or, that failing, that Schroeder would fall for the blackmail.
"Okay," Schroeder said calmly. "You can open the door. Jensen isn't married to Teri, so he doesn't care. And I'll be leaving this job, so I don't care about that either. And I'm not going to... kill... you."
He had said that... like a concession!... and Robbie and Mark wore uncomfortable expressions. Mark couldn't help asking, though trying to sound calm, "What are you going to do... to us?"
"Beat the shit out of you," Schroeder said evenly. There was no threat in his voice, because it wasn't necessary. It was just a simple fact, obvious to anyone with eyes to see, that the huge man could and would handle the two young boys easily.
"We don't exactly go for that," Robbie said weakly.
"I want my wife out of there, and each second that passes... STARTING NOW... is going to make it just that much more fun for me.
Abruptly, there was the sound of furniture being pulled aside. Then, the door opened! The first thing that Jensen saw was Sharon, fully dressed and hovering back against the wall in the corner of a bed. She sauntered to her feet and stumbled across the room with shamed, downcast eyes.
David blinked in surprise as she passed through the door and Schroeder laid his big hand on her shoulder saying softly, "Honey, you go back to the house and take a bath. Crawl into bed and try to get some rest. I'll be coming back soon."
Jesus! What a change! David thought as he witnessed this sudden remarkable tenderness on Schroeder's part to his beaten, humiliated wife. Sharon looked up at Schroeder, her eyes widening as though she were about to cry, then moved rapidly down the hall. God, maybe he's not such a bad guy after all!
David peered in the room. When the door had first opened, the two boys had not been in evidence, as though they had been hiding behind the door. But now they moved out, slowly and gradually, to stand in the middle of the room and face Schroeder, obviously trying to get themselves ready for what was coming. They were sweating profusely and obviously tensed.
"Well, Jensen, "you'd better go," Schroeder turned to him hurriedly and shook his hand in a perfunctory fashion. "Thanks for all the help."
"Yeah," David said and swept his glance, one last time, over the two boys. They'd be all right, but they were in for something he was sure they would never forget. He didn't feel a bit sorry for them. He turned away and began walking down the hall.
"And don't forget what you said about that car!" Schroeder called after him. "I'm holding you to it, of course."
"Oh... yeah," David said lamely, though inwardly he was stunned. But he walked on down the hall, without saying anything, and turned down the stairs.
By the time, he had reached the first floor, Sharon Schroeder had disappeared... forever... at least to him. He threw his clothes hurriedly in his bag and walked out the front door, crossing the front lawn, and heading rapidly as he could travel the several blocks of stately residences before he hit the highway. It was dark now, and the highway was flashing with the bright lights of heavy commuter traffic.
He stopped at a corner of a likely looking junction. On foot now! he thought. The goddammed prick, Schroeder! But he'll be nicer to his wife now... so that's something! But still he's a partial prick!
Then, slowly, the thoughts of Schroeder and Sharon... and Teri, and the past several days, dissolved and slipped completely from his mind. Now, after ten minutes waiting, his thoughts centered on the question: where to now? East? West? His heart seemed to be lifting and he was filled with a feeling of escape. East! he decided suddenly. It was funny, he thought... he had had a girl, he had had a car. And now, he had neither the girl nor the car! He had just himself and twenty-five dollars. He smiled down the highway... then why am I so goddamned happy?
An expensive, low slung red Jaguar XKE slid up to the curb and pulled to a stop. David bent his head to see a long-legged, big-breasted brunette reaching across the seat and rolling down the window...
