Beautiful blonde Sue Davis stared through the front window of her small book and stationery store. It was a tiny store, not much larger than an average bedroom, and the small space in the rear where she now lived, was even tinier. Yet, the location had a delightful advantage. It was across the street from the practice field, where the freshman football team from State College held their daily workouts.
Autumn weather was balmy in the small midwestern town, so the voluptuous young woman wore her usual brief outfit of clingingly thin clothing, garments which showed off her fully graceful curves most advantageously. She had on a pair of short shorts, pressing like a second skin against her smoothly slim thighs and lushly round buttocks.
Below the cuffs of the shorts were long tapering legs, smoothly golden with the tan of the previous summer. Yes, that long summer! That summer in which the just-graduated twenty-two-year-old blonde had for the first three-month period since she was eighteen, abstained from her voyeuristic impulses. She had gone away from the college town to a remote seashore village to work in a secluded home for the aged. For three months she had not feasted her eyes on the ripe young body of a college freshman athlete.
Now she had returned. The job had only been a temporary summer affair, and something had drawn her back to the college town where she had spent the last four years. The small store was vacant, and on a wild impulse she decided to rent it and set herself up in business. There was nothing wrong with that. It was only reasonable for a college graduate to seek some kind of profession, and there just might be a need for a second bookstore in town, right across the street from a playing field favored by the whole incoming class of freshman boys.
Sue breathed deeply as she watched the young men race back and forth across that field. She could almost smell the sweat in her nostrils, as she watched the rippling of young muscles under clingingly wet t-shirts. A trickle of sweat formed down the side of her own lithe torso, bare and satin-smooth beneath her brief halter top.
The flat plane of her belly was finely covered with blonde down. She was a truly lovely girl, her face fresh and girlish, her golden blonde hair drawn tightly back from her temples and formed into a single braid, long and thick, which fell across her shoulder and bounced invitingly against her proud-set breasts. Her fully rounded breasts were those of a centerfold beauty. Upthrust and ripely swelling, they were without the need of a brassiere beneath the pink halter. Her larger-than-normal nipples were all too evident through the silky material as they pressed freely against it from inside as if seeking escape.
She was indeed a sexy creature, the dream of any sane man, and yet she was not a happy young woman. In fact, Sue Davis was a very lonely girl. She was alone with her strange desires, her weird fantasies, alone with the nagging feelings of guilt they gave her. Why did the images of lithe young freshman athletes fill her mind during every hour of wakefulness, and fill her dreams at night?
Could it all be attributed to the terrible thing that had befallen her four years past? Sue was ever alone with the memory of that too, the recollection of the autumn day in her own freshman year-a day much like this one-when she had been awakened rudely to the possibilities of pleasure in her own body.
She noticed that the glass of Scotch and soda in her hand was shaking, making the ice cubes clink against the glass. She took a sip of the numbing fluid, and resumed watching the freshman football team practicing vigorously in the open field.. Through the plate glass window of her bookstore she saw the smoothly tanned bodies of the eighteen-year-old boys, cavorting so powerfully on the field, shouting with the loud vitality of youth, the strong voices of young athletes. She pulled up a chair and sat down to take in the practice as a spectator at a football game would sit, comfortably to be entertained by an event.
Sue found herself squirming in the chair, as a warmly lecherous excitement began to tingle unwantedly through her quivering loins. Just look at all those delicious young footballers, she said to herself. How strong and quick they are, how powerless she would be at an onslaught from one of them. They were clad in only t-shirts and shorts for the no-contact practice. Sue's strikingly blue eyes feasted covetously on their young chests and legs, the ripples of their developing muscles, and the taper of their youthful backs to their lean waists and firm buttocks.
She could only imagine the rest of them, the private hidden parts she had seen only that one time when she herself was a freshman. How hard and strong the rods hanging between their thighs could grow, steel-like and implacable. The very idea of it set her aflame. She could almost feel one of the stiff cocks, parting the softly female lips of her pussy and penetrating deeply within her heated core.
She knew it was wrong. It was sinful. It was the bottom of degeneracy, beautiful Sue Davis realized. But as always she felt totally incapable of controlling her sordid lusts. During the summer, away from all young men, she had been able to do it, but here near the campus, with those hot-blooded young athletes cavorting just beyond her grasp, she was again unable to restrain her thoughts.
She knew from many times before that the perverted desires she had-the strange lust to have these young and handsome eighteen-year-old athletes seducing her, raping her, violating her-would continue to grow teasingly in the hotly throbbing flesh up between her legs till she thought she would explode. There was not a thing she could do about it either, not once the insidious desires began. She would have to relieve herself, doing the filthy thing with her fingers that she knew was wrong. It would either be that or something worse.
Suddenly, the possibility occurred to her. Now that she was a woman, now that she had graduated the college, would she actually have sex with one of the young athletes? Is that what brought her back to the small midwestern college town? Is that why she set up this little bookstore, with the bed in the cramped quarters behind? She shook the idea from her mind, but it came back, returned in the form of a recollection of that day four years ago when she had thrilled to the single sexual incident in her tortured life.
The attractive blonde drained the last of her Scotch and soda, then rose from her chair and crossed unsteadily to where she kept a bottle of Scotch hidden below the cash register. She didn't bother diluting the alcoholic taste with soda water this time, pouring a large measure of the liquor straight over the ice cubes in her glass. She found herself back at the window then, standing and staring passionately out at the youthful men across the road, feverishly taking long sips from her Scotch.
She hoped the alcohol would help settle her sensually maddened nerves, but it seemed almost as if it were having an opposite effect. That was silly, of course, for the fact was that she was long overdue for sexual release, and the frustrations of denial were causing her acute mental distress.
She had been using her fingers whenever the urge had been too great to stifle, finding no other means for the past four years. Prior to that day in her freshman year, she had been able to ignore any feelings of sensuality in her body, but since then, her mind had been wracked with visions of youthful athletes forcing themselves on her weakly feminine self, and she had been obliged to relieve the attendant tensions with her fingers.
Yet masturbation hardly scratched the heated surface of her desperate desires, and was totally unable to quench the maddening drives as did the possibility of actually having her cunt filled with a throbbingly virile cock, the implacable manhood of one of those athletes out on that playing field.
She smiled with a touch of bitter irony as she thought of what one of those young men might say about her if they knew. They would call her a hot-cunted broad.
Denial was simply something she wasn't able to cope with at this stage of her life. It wasn't as though she were a nubile young girl student. She was twenty-two and steeped in the dreams of sexual liaisons with four generations of freshman boys at this college, and now she was going to have to live with the athletic romping of a fifth group of them, just across the street from where she had set up her new business.
Perhaps her fate had been sealed that day four years ago.
She recalled it vividly, a warm autumn day like this one. It was so warm that when Ralph Winslow, a freshman like herself, had asked her out for the day, he had suggested a secluded spot he'd heard about where they could do some late season swimming.
She was wearing a rather daring pink bikini, and had already attained a woman's body with profoundly firm breasts and curving, rounded thighs. She had been only eighteen, but then again, that's all Ralph was. It had been a little colder in the swimming hole than they had anticipated, so they decided to sunbathe on a low, flat rock. She sat down on the sun-warmed rock, and Ralph Winslow in his swimming trunks had stretched out on a large bath towel. She stared at his body for awhile, watching the beads of water evaporate in the sun, and then she lay down beside him.
Soon, perhaps because of the sensuous effect of the balmy sunshine, they were giggling and tussling around in a playful wrestling match. She could feel the strength in his athletic arms. Ralph was being touted as the most promising of the football players in the incoming class. He had been a superstar in high school.
Sue remembered it all so clearly. She'd been able to feel the hard bulge in his bathing trunks when he'd pressed his firm young body against her ripening breasts, and soon their playing had reached a point of sexual exploration. Inexperienced passions had risen beyond their youthful control before either of them had fully realized what was happening to them.
Suddenly, Sue had resisted. She had realized that things had already gone too far. She started to pull away, but Ralph was too hot. The young stud grabbed her and pulled her forcefully to him. The power in his grasp did something to her, sending wild thrills through her body. She had spent her high school years in an all-girls school, and she hadn't told him just how innocent and inexperienced she was.
She recalled how the young man had rolled over on her, and how hard the rock felt beneath her body. She. had started to scream, but he had covered her mouth with his, and the hotly burning kiss and turned her to jelly. His tongue was soon inside her mouth, searching for hers, finding it and sending incredible waves of passion washing over her soul.
She could still remember his hands on her warmly tingling breasts outside the flimsy material of her bathing suit top, and how she had made no move to stop him from undoing the tie-straps. She had wanted to, but she had been unable. Then he was removing the top. Some instinct in her sounding an alarm, she jerked one hand free and grabbed his wrist. She pulled with all her might, and his fingers tore loose of the pink material.
She felt him twisting his wrist out from her grasp, and then she felt a stinging slap across the cheek that snapped her head and put her mind into a spin. He called her some name, cock-teaser or something like that, and his hands had quickly torn the top of her bikini away and discarded it. She had gone limp, the violence of his acts more effective in destroying her will to resist than they were in physically forcing her to do his bidding.
She simply thrilled to the display of force, and every harsh action the youthful athlete took was met with a heated response deep within her cunt.
There had then come the wildly exciting sensations of his fingers tracing over the hotly naked flesh of her teenage breasts, and his pinching of her taut little nipples. She had stopped struggling entirely now, and the pleasure in her breasts caused her to helplessly moan and gasp. She had been caught up in the whirlwind of her own eighteen-year-old body's passion to where she hadn't stopped his hand as it taunted her molded Hat belly, moving downward, ever downward, over those sensitive areas to the inside of her quivering young thighs.
She could not resist this athletic young stud. She somehow wanted him to lash out once more and return the exciting sting to her cheek.
In one smooth unhesitating action, the football player had gone straight under the thin wisp of cloth to the softly moistened lips of her virginal pussy. A dryness had crept into her throat as she panted for breath, clinging with all her strength to her lover as she had abandoned herself to his obscenely inciting manipulations.
Then Ralph had removed his bathing trunks, and she had gazed fondly on the first male organ she had ever seen in all her tender eighteen years. He had a hard-on. It had been the most beautiful sight of her life. It had been the most lovely thing she could imagine, and as he had fingered wetly inside her throbbing young cunt, she had reached out and grasped his fleshy shaft lovingly, wanting to bring him the same delicious pleasures as he was bringing her.
They had fondled and caressed with each other's aroused genitals up there on that warm, flat rock for many minutes, experimenting with secret things Sue had not even believed that grown-ups did. At last with a groan, Ralph had inserted his thickly throbbing cock deep inside the young girl's tight little cunt, breaking through her virginal resistance, sending sharp pains through her body.
In and out of her tight sheath the young man's organ thrust, till the pangs of hurt turned to thrills of pleasure. Again and again he humped her in the warm sun, on that flat rock by the swimming hole, deep in the woods where there were no prying eyes, no eyes except those of her own conscience.
She had felt some strange feeling washing up from her cunt, filling her whole body, making her see bursting star patterns in her mind. She heard herself crying out, moaning, groaning, and then screaming with pleasure as the young stud humped in and out of her sopping cunt. When she started to come down she was aware of his own heavy breathing, and then he was jerking his loins into her, impaling her with his piston-driving cock.
She heard him rasp and moan, and then she could feel the spurts of his hot fluid in her pussy. Again and again he drilled into her, till finally he slowed his pace and slumped over her, spent and exhausted.
Even as she stood thinking about it, Sue could feel the weight of the athlete's powerful body on hers. She had to get some sort of hold on herself. She simply had to.
She went to the bottle and poured herself another drink. She had to get a grip on herself or she wouldn't be able to handle the onslaught of freshman boys who would drop into her store to look around after football practice. They had to pass it to get back to the main part of the campus, where the dorms were, and there was always some interesting paperbacks on display that couldn't be found in the regular bookstore, or some school supplies that were marked down about ten percent cheaper than the same supplies in the big store.
She could picture the group of young athletes in the shop, crowding around and pressing their hotly virile bodies against her. It would be in just a very short time, half an hour or so.
Sue slumped dejectedly into the chair as she looked out the window. How could she get herself so worked up, just gazing at athletes practicing, just recalling the day that Ralph had raped her. Yes, rape is what it had been. She had earnestly tried to fight him off, but he was too strong physically. Why had she not reported it then? She had told herself it was out of mercy for the young man, who would have been kicked out of school. His life would have been ruined for sure.
Deep down inside she knew that she hadn't reported it because she felt as responsible for what had happened as he had been. Guilt plagued her, not only for the thoughts she constantly held in her mind, but for the reality of what had happened that day.
She had seduced Ralph as much as he had raped her. It was true that he forced himself on her, but had she not enticed him, she knew that it wouldn't have been possible. She also knew that it could happen again. She could entice another young man, another of the freshman footballers. Ever since that day by the swimming hole, four long years ago, no man other than a member of the freshman team had held any enchantment for her. She couldn't let it happen, not at her age. She had to get a firm grip on her emotions.
Breathing in deeply, Sue let her eyes return to the street. Her heart leaped suddenly to her throat. The tingling sensations rippling through her unquenched loins suddenly flared in still hotter flames of licking passion.
Oh no! she cried out to herself. She gripped the edge of the chair convulsively with her free hand, swallowing thickly. There, coming down the sidewalk toward the bookstore was Tom Martindale. He was whistling jauntily, even though he was slightly limping. His left ankle had been accidentally twisted the week before, which was why he wasn't out there with the other freshman football players.
Instead, the handsome youth was angling right for Sue's bookstore, probably to buy some of the paperbacks that had been assigned as subsidiary reading in the first meetings of the new classes. She drew in a sharp breath. The other team members wouldn't be through practice for half an hour yet. That meant that the young man would enter the store alone. For the first time since she opened the store, there would be a student in it all by himself ... and he was the best looking youngster on the freshman football team.
She watched in horror as the powerfully build young man approached. The door swung open, the breeze fanning her hair, and then the lad was inside with her. She must not succumb as she had four years before. She must not let her sensually hungering body betray her. She must not.
"Hello, Miss Davis," Tom Martindale called out to her. "What's happening?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Hello Tom," Sue managed in a low throaty whisper. "You're in early today."
"Yeah, well that's because of my ankle. I was excused from practice because there was nothing for me to do. I didn't feel like going home, so I thought I'd come here."
"To see the latest books?"
The blonde woman studied the handsome eighteen-year-old, powerfully aware that the youth's vibrant body was less than three feet from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his powerful virility pulsating toward her from the smoothly fresh muscles which were beneath his thin shirt and tight pants, and in spite of her resolve to resist, a twinge of wickedly lewd desire coursed through her moistening pussy. It took all of her strength just to resist the temptation of reaching out and caressing the flat curve of his belly where it disappeared inside his trousers. She mustn't allow herself to seduce him. The consequences were all to clear.
The same idea was already in Tom's head. Miss Davis is sure one hell of a stacked woman, young Tom thought involuntarily as he looked at the long-limbed blonde. She was hardly wearing anything today. Those long curving legs, the rounded swell of her hips, the upward thrust of her tautly pointed breasts beneath her clinging blouse. It made him swallow hard just looking at her sitting there in that old chair. If she wasn't wearing a brassiere like, he guessed, then it was really too much. The mere thought of her naked breasts brought a crimson flush to his face. He felt a little foolish just standing there like an idiot, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Imagine if those tits were all real, and really that firm.
"I guess so," the young stud stated flatly. Looking for the latest books was probably as good an idea as any for coming around to give Miss Davis the eye.
"Is there something in particular you were looking for, Tom?" Sue asked helpfully. She waved around the small store, which consisted of little more than a line of bookcases along one wall, a stationery counter besides the chair she was sitting in, a paperback rack and shelves along the other wall. The shelves held the paper, full reams stacked high, plus carbon paper and other bulky supplies. "Well, I was thinking about some light reading."
"I've got some new paperbacks in," the woman nodded, smiling pleasantly. "They're in the rack." What would Tom's cock look like? Nice and long and firm, she bet. It had to be, on a lad of his build and age. And his balls, hairy and roughly pebbled beneath the six or seven inches of hard prick jutting out from warmly smooth loins. The thought flashed across her mind as to whether Tom's stiff cock would feel better than Ralph's cock had inside her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she knew that it would, if she let him.
Ashamed at her weakening resolve, Sue forced herself to gaze away as Tom went to the revolving bookrack. In search of some easy reading, he gazed up and down the rows of books. It did no good for Sue to look away. He was there, too close for her to resist, that beautiful young stud, subconsciously wanting her, not knowing that he did want her, not even certain what he would do with the older woman.
He did want her though. Sue was certain of that. She could feel it in the air. She knew he wanted her. He wanted to look at her when she was naked, see her ripely swelling breasts and pink, diamond-hard nipples, her buttocks and most of all, between her legs at her softly blond-fringed pussy. She wished she could pose in the nude for him right then and there.
"Do you see anything interesting?" she asked, sucking in a deep breath to stop her trembling.
The young athlete's eyes seemed to pop as he stared indecently at the bookstore owner's smoothly tanned thighs while she shifted in the chair. He could even catch a heady glimpse of sheer white nylon panties where they clung snugly to the enticing juncture between the cuffs of her tight short-shorts. He found himself visualizing in his mind what she would look like without her shorts or those white nylon panties, and once more he swallowed tightly.
At the same time, Sue was feeling more ashamed than ever at herself for the way she was staring in return at his lithely slender body, and she tried desperately to quell the ever stronger erotic desires that were growing unwantedly in her seething loins. There was the same something about Tom that there had been about the athlete four years before, and all the other footballers after him. It was more than simply a leanly muscular virility, but almost as if there was a compelling magnetism between her sensually needful body and the rough athlete, an undeniable animal attraction that wickedly forced them together no matter what precautions she could take. She thrilled to the idea of a young athlete's panther-like power.
Tom stood there slowly turning the revolving paperback book rack. He was staring over it at the blonde woman, not even moving his eyes up and down the racks of books any longer. It was clear that he was more interested in her than in any old paperback. He wished he could see her cunt.
Sue fell into confusion, unable to make her mind function properly as she felt the youth's eyes gazing involuntarily over her desirable, thinly-clad body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her responsive flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down from her high-rounded breasts to the full inviting curves of her naked and exposed thighs. Suddenly a voice inside her gave a stern warning. She should let him pick out a book quickly, not speak further with him, and get him out of the store as quickly as possible. He was a threat, that portion of her mind screamed. She should tell him to hurry up and leave before it was too late.
Yet, tingling thrills were running through the body of the unwillingly aroused woman, and her flesh was growing hotter and hotter as she watched the youth unconsciously stare up and down her lushly mature body. She could feel a moistening tremor of passionate response up between her smooth-skinned thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the maddening temptation to seduce this beautiful young athlete and to hell with the consequences. She had to get a firm grip on herself, and yet in spite of her knowledge of what surrender might bring, she found herself becoming more hotly aroused by the second. What was the use of fighting it. She was determined to do what she had longed to do these past four years, to repeat the excitingly thrilling day by the water hole when a youthful athlete took her and ravaged her body.
Someday, she suddenly understood, she was going to have a young man do it, no matter how hard she fought. Only the sight of the freshman's leering eyes, burning into her soul as surely as they burned into her body, could have this effect on her. The reality of that lust-hungry boy staring at her drove home to her the fact of what she was, what she had become, and inevitably, what she was going to do. Whether with this young man or with some other, she was bound to do it some time. That was the only reason she had returned to the midwestern college town in the first place.
A tremendous surge of wicked pleasure charged through her voluptuously curvaceous body and she trembled from head to toe as she realized her decision had already been made for her. She was going to tantalize this young man as she had tantalized Ralph Winslow, and maybe he wouldn't touch her. Maybe he would only go on looking and dreaming. She hoped for all she was worth that he would do no more. It would be in his hands. Only he could keep her from falling into depravity.
"Perhaps you should see the new books I've gotten in today," she heard her voice say. "They're in the back. Would you like to see them?"
"Sure," the guy shrugged.
She rose from the chair and went first to the front door. "I'll have to close up," she said with a smile. "I don't like to leave the front unwatched." She slipped the closed sign over the glass panel of the front door and then locked it.
The young man watched the enticing form of the blond woman move gracefully across to the door in the back. He followed her provocatively swaying motions with still-stunned eyes as she paused to beckon him to come with her. She was taking him right into her apartment, he thought. They'd be all alone in there.
He couldn't keep his eyes off the undulating rhythm of Miss Davis's resiliently rounded buttocks through tightly clinging shorts. She was better looking than any of the girls he had seen so far at the college, even the juniors and seniors.
There were some pretty cute girls in the freshman class, but none had the sensational body of this broad.
Since the first time he noticed her, he'd harbored a secret dream of being alone with the sexy babe. He wanted to show her that he wasn't any naive and inexperienced freshman. He was plenty grown-up, enough to satisfy a woman like her. In fact, his pecker was nearly raw from beating off just thinking about her naked, and wanting his cock, but he'd never imagined it would really happen to him.
Yet, here it was. His prick was tingling at just the thought of going into her cramped apartment and being alone with her in those little short shorts. If he wasn't careful, it would get all the way hard, and that might ruin everything. She'd see that he had a hard-on and knew it was a mistake to take him back there.
Almost stumbling, the eighteen-year-old boy followed the sensually alluring older woman into her apartment at the back of the bookstore. As he stood nervously in the middle of the small room, his hands clasped in front of him, he couldn't help wondering what this gorgeous dame did for fun.
In truth, Sue did not like living in the tiny back room of the store. There was a small flat for rent nearby, but she didn't have the money to open the business and pay two rents at once. Not that she hadn't fixed the rear room up nicely. It was just a little cramped, that was all.
She had it warmly furnished with a couch that folded out at night to become a bed and a few chairs. There was an old coffee table with several large stains and cigarette burns on it, and an oil heater in one corner. A small-screened black and white television set was on a shelf, next to the sink that-along with a half-sized fridge-served as the kitchen. She had decorated the lone window with pink curtains. The shade was drawn, and no one passing behind the row of stores could look in.
Sue closed the door leading to the store and locked it too. "Sit down on the couch, Tom," she said invitingly. "I'll be right back with the carton of new paperbacks that came in. I haven't even had time to open it."
She hefted a carton from one corner over to the coffee table, set it down and began to open it. Tom stared happily at her for a moment, as though unable to believe his good fortune, then quickly scooted all the way to the back of the couch. Constantly eyeing the blonde woman, he sat silently.
As for Sue, she was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic sensations rippling uncontrollably through her sex-starved nerves, and no longer did she even care if he could see the lewd agitation caused by his presence or not. The only thing of which she was firmly aware now was the electric passions filling her needing body, her mind overflowing with shameless need to be raped by the powerful young athlete on the couch.
Her gaze fell involuntarily to the lap of his tight pants, and the sight filled the lascivious woman with still greater desire that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging out against the soft fabric was the clear, unmistakable outline of his slender young cock.
Sucking in her breath, Sue roved her eyes over the rest of his virile, well-muscled physique, coming to rest once again on his face. Then, unable to stand it a moment longer she threw herself into tearing the carton open and piling all the books onto the coffee table in stacks.
"I don't think these are exactly what you're looking for," she said lamely. The books were all historical romances, tailored for a female audience.
"I guess not," the young man mumbled.
Sue tried desperately to catch her fluttering breath in order to be able to speak. At any instant she felt she was going to beg him to treat her as roughly as any player on the football team. What on earth had taken possession of her so thoroughly? It was a silly question, she knew. She knew all too well what was the matter. She glanced down at her quivering brassiere-less breasts and then to the smoothly sloping curve of her exposed belly and the thinly covered triangle of her pussy mound beneath the tight shorts.
She could feel the pinkly inflamed lips of her lust-swelling cunt tingling madly against the soft silkiness of her white nylon panties. Her nipples were growing pebble-hard, pressing sensitively against the clinging material of her blouse as her full curving breasts pulsated with the sweet agony of her ever mounting desires. She knew, all right, she knew.
Frantically she began to open the cupboard above the sink, searching for the books that came in the week before. There hadn't been enough room on the shelves outside for all of them, and if she found a few that might interest Tom, he wouldn't think she had used that as an excuse to entice him into the back room. She found them, a few were adventures, and with a sigh of relief she brought them to him on the couch.
"These are ... uh ... the latest action stuff, Tom," she said, miraculously finding her voice.
He leaned forward, feigning a convincing enthusiasm and began sorting through them.
"This beats the stuff you have to read to stay in school," he laughed, and Sue smiled along with him. She tried to laugh, but no more than a soft whimper escaped her throat.
She thought of her sordid sexual dreams and what she would have him do to her. A tear slowly formed in one of her eyes and trickled down her passion-flushed cheek. Every fiber of her sensuously trembling body was responding in a tumult of lecherous yearning, all of her reasoning and promises proving to be flimsy barriers to the monstrous forbidden lusts that were overpowering her will. Every fear of ultimate discovery and every dread of repeating the episode she had thrilled to before, and of being ruined by it all, were being swept aside by the hungrily needing pressures of desire for that delicious young man-in the living room. Right now was the time to end it. She had to act.
Sue kept a small liquor supply on a shelf, where it was handy. She took down a second bottle of Scotch, the first one still out in the bookstore, and poured a glass to the top. Yes, she needed a drink. She had to have something to suppress her ragged nerves before she went straight through the walls. Maybe then she could lead the young man out to the front, and herself out of the woods.
The hot liquid burned all the way down to her quivering stomach, making her slightly queasy after all the other Scotch she'd consumed before. Then she stared at the desirable male adolescent sitting on the couch there. He was flipping through a book. She lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest of the alcohol. She refilled the glass and drank again, rewarded this time by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her bloodstream gratefully. She put the glass down and slowly pivoted to face her youthful quest again, her eyes half-lidded with steaming sensuality. Her determination to lead him out was dissolving in the alcoholic haze. Maybe he wouldn't even think of laying a hand on her.
"I like this," he said, closing a book. "I'll buy it."
"I'm glad you like it," she said to him softly.
Sue watched young Tom shift uneasily on the couch, as if he were uncertain what was on her mind ... or on his own. The hotly aroused older woman could feel his eyes still hot upon her lightly-clothed body as he stared ravenously, his mouth open as he slowly viewed her up and down. She could sense a rising undercurrent of sexual interest in him, a certain brassy glint of desire in his widening eyes, and as she slowly walked toward him, she half-wished she had the nerve to strip her clothes off and go to him totally and provocatively naked, and say to him what the girl said in Story of O, "Take me and do with me as you wish." But of course, she could not do that. She wasn't that kind of woman. She didn't have that kind of upbringing.
Instead, she just stood there watching him, sensing he wasn't ready or confident enough to make the first move. She felt herself relax just a bit at that insight, and then she was swinging around the coffee table to where he sat. She dropped onto the couch beside him, innocently enough, just as anyone might do with a sole guest. Suddenly, his eyes blazed in a flame of lust, and she knew that she had made a fatal mistake.
CHAPTER THREE
The now hot-faced young stud stared at her wordlessly, the torment he was experiencing apparent in his lewdly hungering expression. He knew he couldn't hold back now. He might have to force this luscious babe to fuck him, but he wasn't going to walk out of that store unsatisfied.
His cock was jerking in his pants like it was on fire. He had an enormous hard-on, just like he got when he watched X-rated flicks, only this time the action was live, a wriggling, voluptuous hunk of female flesh right on the couch beside him.
The older woman didn't know just how close to the brink the young man was. She sat there, moving her shapely can sensuously on the couch, making certain that the youth was fully aware of every sensually inviting undulation she made with her fantastic body. She gazed at him provocatively through the fringe of her long eye-lashes, leaning closer to rub the fully fleshed mound of her swelling breast against his bare arm only half-accidentally.
With a mixture of fear and delight she recognized that his response was an agony of heated arousal, as she felt his powerful young body quiver and squirm with mounting excitement. Uncontrollably she blatantly scrutinized the crotch of his tight pants, and erotic sensations rippled all along her spine as she saw a large bulge beginning to strain the material between his legs.
He was mulling over in his mind whether this woman could possibly be thinking about having sex with him. Could he get away with it? Could he force her? He could feel his eager young cock jerking in his pants like a thing alive, and he wriggled on the couch in a vain attempt to keep her from seeing his burgeoning erection. The hot-bodied young man tried willing his bone-like hardness to limpness once more, but it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and straining against his tightly imprisoning underpants.
He reached out with his arm and slowly encircled the heavily breathing woman around the waist. He drew her to him, panting with rapidly rising passion. He rose partially off the couch for leverage, tightening his powerful young athlete's arms around her, her lushly ripened breasts flattening against the solidness of his heavily breathing chest, her flatly curving belly brushing his. Then he kissed her, tenderly at first, but then more passionately and with open lips.
The moment he kissed her, Sue knew she was defeated. His arms around her were too powerful for her ever to be able to break his grip, but now that he had kissed her, she turned to jelly, and she knew that she lacked even the will to try. Every nerve in her sensuously alive body reacted with maddening desire. Her ungovernable hunger for this strong young stud overwhelmed her mind, and she could think of nothing but the softly wet pressure of his sensitive lips.
He rose up higher and increased the force of his forearms around her weakening body, pushing his face closer, pressing his mouth more firmly against hers. She could taste his hot breath, sense the implacable need in his every movement.
Tom was nearly in as hopeless a state of shock as she was, except that his emotional need drove him to frenzy, whereas hers just paralyzed her will. She's fantastic, he thought crazily, his immature brain reeling with wild excitement. He was kissing her. He was embracing and crushing her big boobs to his chest and kissing her hard. She was kissing him back too, with hotly moist lips, just like lovers do in the opening segments of an X-rated movie.
What would happen next? How far would she go?
He couldn't believe what was happening. He was holding her in a tight grip. Her fully rounded tits were pressed warmly to him. He let his tongue slip into her mouth, tentatively, hoping that she wouldn't panic and pull away. His tongue was inside her mouth now, and it was the craziest feeling he'd ever had. M-mm-m, he moaned to himself. His stiffened cock was as hard as a piece of stone, and it was jumping in his pants like mad.
Then he felt the older woman pull away from his mouth, and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He looked into her eyes, seeing that fear had overcome passion.
His hands slipped partly, no longer surrounding her, as she eased her body away from him. He felt the silky softness of her sides, and his hands began to move as if of their own free will.
Sue was staring into his eyes too. They gleamed licentiously, and his sensuously full-lipped young mouth curved into an obscene smile of burning lust. A twinge of horror shot through her. She didn't think she was going to be able to control this youngster. It would be as it had been with Ralph that long time ago. She would feel the pain of his hard rod of flesh thrusting into her.
His hands had found her breasts, outside her blouse, now and were kneading the resilient flesh.
Teasingly, he began to unbutton the blouse.
"Oh, no," she managed to plead. "Don't do that."
"You like kissing me. I could tell," he cooed at her. "You want me to feel you up, don't you?"
"O-h-h-h," she groaned. What was happening to her? She must be dreaming this. It must be a nightmare. She must be asleep and having a nightmare brought on by thinking about her rape at the hands of that freshman football player all those long years ago. She could only be dreaming that he was now kissing her again, that he was beginning to take off her blouse. He had three buttons undone now, and he could see inside!
He was peering into the blouse, and the sight aroused him even more than the feeling aroused her. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. His question about that was answered. Her high hard breasts were as firm as they looked, and she didn't even need a bra.
He could see the puffed pink area of her areola, and he could almost see the nipple. He gently cupped her fully ripened breasts through the fabric that remained over them, as the blouse flapped partially opened. "It's all right, Miss Davis," he said softly. "I know you like me kissing you, and I like doing it too. You taste so sweet." All the while he was toying with her huge breasts.
Sue was mesmerized. She let him remove her blouse, and saw it fall to the floor with a whisper of sound. She felt her moistly gleaming lips press into a little smile of wicked delight as she saw the hot-blooded youth ogle her swaying and fully exposed breasts in lascivious fascination. She smoothed her hands down over her tautly rounded breasts till their rose-tipped nipples were hard and distended, her fingers moving of their own volition, against her wishes and in contradiction of her conscience. They continued down till her fingers were at the zipper of her shorts. With graceful movement, she lowered the top of the zipper.
Then the greedily sweating hands of the powerful young stud took over. He seized the zipper and pulled it down with a single hard motion. The shorts fell open, and the desperate undulations of her body actually wriggled her hips out of them. Tom grabbed the cloth and yanked it down, sliding it over her firmly molded buttocks. He drew them down the length of her smoothly tapered legs and tossed them aside. Then he unbuckled and removed her sandals. She was excitingly exposed to his eyes, wearing only the thin wisp of her white nylon panties.
"Stop, please stop" she pleaded, but she already sensed it was too late. Her traitorous emotions had pushed her too far. She had teased the lustful young man, and now he would not be stopped. She wished she could go back, back before that instant she had unthinkingly toyed with the zipper of her shorts.
His strong hands were all over her now, and she regained enough of her composure to resist him. He grew frenzied, panting lewdly, and he pinned her arms behind her back and pressed her against the couch. Then his fingers insinuated themselves into her panties. They were hooked in the elastic waistband of the sheer white garment, and then they began to roll it downward, over her flaring hips with a determination she knew she could not fight. The young man was bound to get his look at her hair-fringed cunt. She moaned, writhing on the couch, her movements giving her body a suggestively squirming motion that caused her firmly soft-fleshed breasts to sway and dance in lascivious abandon.
Young Tom Martindale watched in open-mouthed pleasure. He was a little numb himself, enthralled at the sight of the naked woman. Her panties were now down around her ankles, and he quickly tossed them across the small room. He could hardly accept the sight that lay before him. She was beautiful. The voluptuous woman had let him strip her naked, and he could see the furry patch of her blonde cunt.
He'd never seen such beautiful legs or such fantastic breasts, not even on his twin sister Pauline, who had come to the college with him for their freshman years. No, not even sexy Pauline had such a terrific body, and she had been voted best looking girl in their high school class.
"You're really something," he said to Sue Davis in a husky voice. "You've got the greatest body I've ever seen."
The words were inaudible to the trembling woman, as she lay back on her numbed arms, beyond any more attempt to struggle.
Tom could see the wetly pink pussy slit up between the blonde's slightly parted thighs, and the older woman shifted her body slightly on the couch. He peered at the hungry cuntal mouth between the strands of silkily blonde pubic hair. He reached out for it, felt the wiry hairs brush his fingers, then began to finger a tuft of the stuff. His painfully throbbing cock was hard as a railroad spike. It felt like it was going to break in half in his pants.
He moved towards the woman, determined to do something about that.
"It's my turn to get naked now," he said, his voice an obscene whisper. "Sit up and take my clothes off."
Take his clothes off! The idea sent a shiver through the woman's body. It was what she longed to do. How keenly she had desired to see his bare cock since the first day she had laid eyes on him. She felt his strong hands on her arms, pulling her whole body forward on the couch. He raised his arms so that she could pull his shirt off, and she did his bidding, her hands moving as if she were in automation, doing the bidding of some all-powerful master.
Out of control, she dropped her head towards his bare torso, her long blonde hair trailing over his nakedly tingling flesh as she kissed his chest. She tongued her way to each of his seed-like nipples and sucked them between her teeth till he groaned aloud, before she moved down over him with her tongue extended to wetly lave his belly.
"Take my pants off!" he ordered.
She caught her fingers in his belt, slowly unclasping it from his waist. Unzipping the fly of his pants, she tugged them rapidly down over his slender hips and buttocks, her hungry blue eyes feasting on his rigid young prick jutting up the cloth of his white underpants. Off came his pants, socks and shoes to pool in a disorganized heap with her own strewn clothing.
She found that her hands were moving as if guided by another person. The command of the young man, uttered in his powerful voice, was beyond disobeying. She hated what she was doing, but she felt compelled to do it. She eased her fingers beneath the waistband of his underpants. She drew the thin cotton material down, revealing with tantalizing slowness his wildly throbbing cock, spearing up from his loins with a budding, fresh virility.
It was beautiful, his cock was beautiful! It was hard and quivering with eagerness, just the right length and thickness to please her the most. In all her erotic dreams, this was exactly the cock she saw. She continued to tug his shorts down, exposing to her lustful gleam his large and smooth-skinned balls. They were every bit as attractive as she had imagined, and she was still further incited by his thick mat of pubic hair. His belly and scrotum were also blanketed in wiry curls of dark hair.
She moaned, enraptured, carelessly throwing his underpants aside. In an involuntary gesture, aided by the firm hand of the young man behind her neck, Sue bent down over the naked young man, her fingers teasing up along his slender legs, caressing and gently kneading with just the fingertips. Tom was now motionless on the couch, every muscle of his athletically lean but youthfully powerful body tensed with mounting excitement. Wild electric sensations stabbed through the lust-incited youth as suddenly he felt the older woman's hands reach his thigh.
"My balls," he moaned. "Touch my balls."
"N-no," he heard her whimper.
He seized her by the back of the neck in an impulsive gesture, the strong fingers of his hand punishing her slender neck. He was aroused, and the emotions of lust that filled his body could easily burst out as anger. He had to be satisfied.
"Do it!" he commanded. "Do it or I'll wring your neck." He didn't know what the source of the furious words were.
Sue felt herself turn to jelly again. Fear and passion were a jumble of confusion in her foggy brain. Again she felt her fingers moving, as if pulled by invisible strings from above. She cupped the young man's oval balls in the palm of one hand. She squeezed them with loving softness, as her other hand softly wrapped around the fleshy shaft of his hard young cock.
"O-h-h-h," the naked teenager gasped, his brain racing wildly as he involuntarily jerked his head upright to watch what she was doing to him. Miss Davis continued to uncontrollably fondle his balls and stroke an inch or so of his young hardness between her Fingers. It felt sensational to the freshman football star. He'd never had a girl do this to him before. Miss Davis was the greatest thing that had ever happened in his young life.
"O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis," he groaned, writhing with the pent-up desires of his adolescent body. "O-h-h-h, that feels so good."
"I ... I ... shouldn't be doing this," Sue heard herself say in a voice that seemed to be coming from another person, some hapless girl speaking from a great distance. "We ... We've got to stop this right now."
She rose, leaving her hands from his body, but the youth reacted, seizing her with powerful hands and pulling her down beside him on the couch.
"Like hell we shouldn't," he snapped. "We're going to do this and a lot more."
She started to protest, but he clapped his hand over her mouth. He pressed down on her with all his weight, and she thought she would suffocate. Looking up into his eyes, she saw two flaming coals. Then she realized that she must play along with him for at least awhile. He could kill her! He was aroused like a leopard, and if she didn't let him have some release he might tear her limb from limb.
As she let her body relax, Tom took his hand away and his angry grimace turned into a look of undisguised lechery. How far would he go with her?
The young man began to smooth his hands lustfully over her sleek but voluptuous body, feeling the soft muscles quiver as he explored her sensuous form with a fevered touch. "You gorgeous creature," he purred seductively, the wanton intoxication of his forbidden explorations firing his passions to maddened proportions.
He ran his lewdly curling fingers through her wavy blonde hair, arching his back spastically as hot rushes of passionate excitement shot through him. He shifted on the couch till her now-thrusting, hard-nippled breasts were even with his sweating face. She was his, he thought lecherously, his to do with as he wanted, like a scared and trapped young animal not knowing which way to turn. The sense of power sent thrilling ripples of emotion through his body.
The sudden knowledge that she was totally at the mercy of the youth also did something to the older woman. She could not fight him, and so she had to relax. As she gave herself up to him, she also gave herself up to her deeply repressed desires, the hot need for his hard young body that rose unbidden from the depths of her soul.
"Kiss my breasts, darling Tom," she heard herself moan, and her surprisingly lewd words sent a fresh storm of arousal surging through her being.
She was out of control now, and the hands that moved up towards his face were like those of another woman, some licentious creature who could not have been the real Sue Davis. She took his young face beneath the chin and drew his gasping mouth to one quiveringly erect nipple, cupping her fully fleshy breast with her other hand. Then she whispered wetly into his ear, "Kiss and suck my breast for me, Tom. I want you to do it."
Erotic stabs of indecent pleasure raced through her wildly pulsing belly and loins as she watched his hesitant lips part. Her erect little nipple brushed encouragingly against them. Then, with uncontrollable passion, she pressed it into the warmly moist cavern of his mouth.
It was as if the force he had exerted on her had transformed her into some wildly wanton whore, and for a few precious moments, as she gave herself up to it all, she relished this strange new role. Sensations of fiery lust filled her brain, replacing all thoughts of guilt and wrongfulness.
"O-h-h-h, yes. Yes. Like that Tom," Sue gasped lasciviously. "Suck my tits and feel them with your tongue. M-mm-m. What a wonderful lover you are, Ralph." As the words fell on her own ears she giggled aloud. Ralph! No, this was Tom. Her mind was in a tailspin. She couldn't contain her thoughts. It was the liquor she'd drunk, catching up to her, and it was the mad fever of lust burning all good sense out of her mind.
As her giggles rose to a wanton laugh, all thoughts of staving off Tom's assault disappeared, and she rose her body off the couch to make fuller contact with his. Even before her laughs died out, Sue Davis was slithering a smooth palm down along Tom's heavily breathing chest. She eased her hand lower along the eagerly sucking young man's taut belly to fondle his virilely pulsating cock and balls again, hearing and feeling his hot moans against her rounded swollen breast when she grasped the hardened shaft of his thick prick, and began to stroke it with obscene passion.
Tom couldn't even think clearly himself. The feel of her warmly rubbery nipple in his mouth while he sucked at it with growing skill, the burning touch of her other breast as he massaged it excitedly with his hand, the electric shocks of sensation billowing up from his spasming cock as she fingered it for him, it was all too much to take at the same time. Was it really happening? He asked himself the question deliriously for the hundredth time. Was he truly sucking lovely Miss Davis's tit while she beat off his cock?
"Oh, I love to do this to you," he heard her say. "Do you like it when I do it?" she asked lustfully above his bobbing head. Her eyes glazed with burgeoning passion as she watched his tender young lips tighten around her painfully throbbing breast, and she could feel his wetly warm tongue stab and taunt her sensitively stiffened nipple while his hard cock jerked frantically in her grasping hand. The awareness that this was Tom Martindale, a hot-blood freshman footballer just like Ralph Winslow had been, inflamed Sue with additional obscene thrills. The fact that he was forcing her into sex added to the older woman's already maddened desires. She was being raped by another freshman football star! It was deliriously exciting to the beautiful blonde woman.
"O-h-h-h Tom," she moaned. "O-h-h-h."
The curvaceous blonde shifted on the couch to spread the full white columns of her shapely thighs apart, arching one leg upwards till the softly silken flesh of her moistened hair-lined cuntal crevice was pressing openly against the young stud's naked loins. It was an instinctive move, but it prodded the desire-ridden freshman to further explorations.
Suddenly, she felt Tom's strong hand move from around her breast and slowly snake downward to reach between her fully firm thighs, brushing against her own hand which was still firmly sliding up and down over his pulsing cock. Breath caught in her throat as she felt his implacable fingers part her blonde pubic hair and begin to explore wetly swollen pussy lips. She moaned again as she felt the young man tease along the moist pink flesh of her throbbing cuntal softness and experimentally cup the whole of her cuntal mound.
"Oh boy," she gasped, as the reality of what was now happening to her struck home once more. The thought of pulling his hand away eked its way into her mind, but she was paralyzed with passion and besides, his hand was too strong, too determined.
The older woman sighed passionately, undulating her buttocks and pressing her hungrily wet cunt against the man's eagerly clutching hand. She groaned and squirmed, working her hand underneath Tom and around over his naked back, squeezing him harder into her warmly giving flesh. Unable to resist the youthfully powerful athlete's advances, she moved deeper down in the soft cushions of the couch, wantonly twisting her excited body and pulling the young stud up over her as she spread her legs widely apart to cradle him between them. Instinctively, the hotly aroused youngster seemed to know what she was trying to do, and he rolled on top till her moistly heated vaginal slit was directly below his throbbing young cock.
He was raping her, but she was no longer trying to resist. She wanted to resist, deep down in her conscience she wanted to, but his heated onslaught was too much, and as long as the stench of his sexual rutting was pungently intense in her nostrils, she would be like a robot, moving with every seductive move of her master's body. As long as he lay nakedly touching her, she would be like the most sluttishly submissive trumpet. She wanted it to be different, but she was powerless to make it so.
"You know what I'm going to do to you now," she heard the heavily breathing young man say. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. I'm going to shove my hard cock right inside your pussy and fuck the hell out of you."
The words both thrilled and terrified the woman. "O-h-h-h," she found voice to plead, "o-h-h-h. Fuck. Fuck." She was trying to say Don't fuck me, but it would not come out.
To Tom, it seemed as though the naked older woman was screaming for a fuck. Just the wildly crazy sound of her throaty voice sent spasming jolts of new-felt excitement searing through his young mind. Fuck. Fuck. The words echoed through his brain till he groaned in uncontrollable excitement. I'm going to fuck Miss Davis, he thought.
He raised his head, her warmly up-tilting breast slipping from his mouth, its hardened, saliva-moistened nipple grazing tenderly between their nakedly quivering bodies at the unbelievably lascivious sight they made together. There, naked and aroused was Miss Davis, her knees and delicately curving calves spread on either side of his hips, and there he was, the wildly pulsing tip of his aching cock just above her cunt. It was enough to blow his young mind.
The youth watched with stupefied fascination as the now-desperately passionate woman spread her long, lithe legs still wider apart. He could feel one of her hands smooth down over his naked back, while her other hand was guiding his painfully hard cock closer to the softly wispy blonde pussy hair fringing her open cuntal split.
Sue panted obscenely, and she began instinctively to undulate her widespread cunt up against him in a lewdly grinding motion. She pressed the eagerly tensed young man closer to her, sliding the swollen head of his surging hardness all along the smoothly wet crevice of her wetly hungering cunt, parting the softly silken blonde pubic curls. Erotic spasms of teasing sensation shot up through Tom's shaft till he groaned with the excruciating pleasure. He could feel a slight indentation like the opening of a warmly welcoming mouth as she positioned his stiffly throbbing cock at the hotly quivering hole. Then she let it slip out.
As Tom concentrated on what she was doing, she slipped it slightly inward again, then let it poke out. He realized that she was getting herself off that way, masturbating with the head of his cock, satisfying herself without actually going through with a fuck.
That may have been good enough for her, he thought, but not for him. He wanted a good deep fuck, and if she wouldn't go for it, he'd just plunge the hell into her.
Implacably, he began to press inward.
"Stop," the woman cried out. "Don't!"
The young stud tightened his grip on the frozen woman, feeling his strong hands dig into her softly feminine flesh. He raised his whole body up so that it was pressing with his full weight into her cunt, forcing through the tender flesh of her fear-constricted organ.
"E-e-e-e-e!" she screamed. "Stop, Tom. Stop!" She was suddenly awakened to the reality of what was happening. There was still time to stop his assault. She pushed upward with her hands against his body, trying to keep him from entering her fully.
But it was too late. Gradually, like the hull of a huge ship settling into a mud flat, the youth's hard body lowered towards the quiveringly fearful flesh of the now-agonized woman. Tom felt his stiff cock probe deeper, ever deeper, into the unwilling cuntal flesh of the screaming woman.
"Stop! Don't! Oh, no. Stop. Stop. Stop."
The passion-powered stud pressed downward, feeling his pubic mound make contact with the fur-clad mound of the woman. He thrilled to the powerfully erotic sensations that traveled upward from his wetly buried rod. The hair-lined lips of her wet cuntal slit closed around his thrusting cock like a warmly tingling love, causing the entire throbbing length of his hard maleness to penetrate somehow even deeper, till all of his youthful erection was buried deep inside her hungrily quivering cunt.
He couldn't believe it. He was really inside Sue Davis's pussy. He'd had to rape the screaming broad, but he'd done it. He'd fucked the stationery shop owner.
The sex-starved woman shook from head to toe with the sublime sensations of his youthfully probing cock sliding warmly up inside her now-wetly welcoming cunt. Pleasure replaced pain. Lust replaced reticence. It was too late now to stop Tom Martindale. She had been foolish to entice him, silly to think she could play games with him and then stop him before he raped her. There was nothing she could do now but lie there and accept his powerful thrusts.
She felt a sense of rising horror at what she had allowed to happen, a feeling that was quickly swamped by the growing pleasure of the fucking young stud.
She could feel every hard pulsating inch of his thick cock teasing along her sensitive cuntal walls with all the enthusiasm it could muster. It was driving her wild.
Desperately she pressed up against the straining teenager, undulating her nakedly rounded buttocks in small gripping circles and flattening her breasts against his chest. "M-mm-m," she heard herself moan involuntarily.
Tom took the moan as one of pure pleasure. He needed no further urging. He ground his lean young hips into her wantonly squirming loins as she raised and lowered her wide-spread thighs as if she were riding him. He began deep thrusts in and out of the older woman's tightly clinging pussy, hearing her moan ceaselessly beneath him. He could feel her open and close her long trembling legs spasmodically as he increased the lewd tempo of his driving hips, and a big smile lit his face.
Tom was sure he was doing it good enough to please the older woman, because he was really throwing his meat to her, and it sounded as if she was enjoying it. It was a great feeling for him too. More sure of himself now, he quickened his thrusts into her, sliding the entire pulsing length of his dick deeper and faster, and joyfully hearing loud moans of lustful delight coming from her tightly clenched lips. This was the greatest piece of ass he ever had.
"O-h-h-h," Sue was moaning loudly. Her moans seemed to come in time to his increasingly savage poundings. Her whole naked body wantonly jerked and twisted beneath him, her face contorting in ecstatic passion and her nostrils flaring in untamed animal desire. Her forehead broke out in a light coat of perspiration, glistening beneath her wildly disheveled blonde hair, and there was nothing that could stop her from enjoying the savage sexual assault of the animalistic young freshman stud.
She wrapped one of her arms tightly around the young man's neck, pulling his hard chest down against her passionately quivering breasts, and slithered her other hand down to his firmly thrusting buttocks. She cupped his tautened ass-cheeks, pressing him down on his in-stroke to gain still more of his exuberantly fucking cock deep up in her open and pleading cunt. It was not at that time dawning on her that she was fucking him every bit as much as he was fucking her. It was somehow all right for her to let herself go and enjoy it. The young student was raping her.
The youthful lover squirmed down into her hotly moistened pussy from above with all the strength of his powerful athlete's hips. He could feel the warmly buttery flesh of her cunt clasping around his dick, clenching and unclenching like a heartbeat. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last inch of his virile young cock up inside her warmly flowering pussy, bringing new ecstatic cries from her excitedly constricting throat.
This was what he'd dreamed about, fucking the voluptuous stationery store owner. Now he was doing it, and she was twisting and grinding lasciviously beneath him, unable to control her helpless desire to be fucked by another freshman footballer. He pulled his face up so that he could watch the woman's desire-twisted face. It was a salacious sight he didn't want to miss, the frantically contorted expression of the wildly obscene pleasure he was bringing to her.
Sue's face was twisted with the sordid passion of her exciting experience. She was being raped, but she loved it. Her lips were a snarl of animal rut, bared back over her teeth, and her eyes were tightly clenched shut. She clawed her fingers over his leanly muscular body, reaching for his hard buttocks, finding them and digging harshly into the flesh of the flexing ass-cheeks as they pounded his loins down into her own hotly demanding body.
She could feel his come-filled balls bouncing rhythmically below her wetly throbbing vaginal crevice, slapping with tingling sensations against her asshole. She was filled with the lewd desire to feel Tom come in her cunt, to feel him shoot his freshly virile seed far up into her thirstily sucking pussy till it inundated her grateful cunt and ran out and down her inner thighs. She was alone with the eagerly fucking young stud in a private world of forbidden lust, and there was no longer any sense of conscience. There was nothing but this deeply wet hole of lusting flesh, of belly against belly, of cock inside cunt. Later-she knew from her experience with Ralph Winslow-she would be overcome with remorse and grief. But that would be later. For now she was reveling in a world of pure pleasure.
"O-h-h-h, " she groaned. "Fuck me harder. Ple-e-e-e-e-ase. Fuck me in the cunt. Come in my cunt!" Her own lewd words, springing involuntarily from her throat, thrilled her and pushed her into more furious spasms of evil pleasure.
She was approaching orgasm, and her sweat-slick body was becoming almost inhuman as she thrashed and contorted insanely, spreading her quaking legs even wider apart and spurring on the savage young brute as if he were a wild bronco.
Tom could feel his wildly excited cock growing and expanding inside the lust-grinding woman's cunt till it felt as if it were going to explode from the crazy pressure that was building in his balls. He rammed down into her with increasingly long strokes, his powerful hips driving frantically in his quest for climax. Any second now and he would come, just like she was pleading for him to do. He was going to squirt his hot juice right up the older woman's tight little pussy, just like he'd dreamed of doing since the start of the term.
Suddenly, Sue Davis was screaming in a high-pitched voice of intense delight. "O-h-h-h-h. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-o-o-ming! E-e-e-e-el"
She locked her ankles in a savage grip high up against the young man's laboring buttocks, her hips lifting off the couch slightly as she held him tightly to her thrashing body. She could hardly breathe as she quivered spasmodically around him in a helplessly pulsating rhythm, feeling her heatedly orgasmic fluids flowing out and around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her gyrating buttocks.
"O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis," the young man groaned. "I'm coming too. O-h-h-h-h," he moaned.
Tom felt himself erupting with his orgasm, and throwing his hands down on either side of the still convulsing older woman, he shoved her softly tender thighs down harshly into the cushions as he ground his wildly jerking cock as far as he could into her softly yielding cunt. The ache in his sperm-churning balls was unbearable, and he had to come right that instant or he would croak.
He gasped joyously into the moistness of her mouth, as for the first time in his life he felt an unbeatable thrill in beginning his come. Never before had there been a sensation to equal it. His come was shooting into the fully developed pussy of a grown and totally voluptuous woman. Above his own moans, he heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his back, and then with a soul-shattering grunt that came from deep within his beating chest, his racing semen exploded inside her again and again.
He shot his virile load deep into her liquid depths, into the beckoning cavern of her receptively receiving cunt, feeling it pool and mingle with her own juices, in a sensation he would never have believed possible before. His hot young cock continued to jerk out its completion, his white hot come squeezing from around the tightly clasping lips of her overflowing cunt and washing down between her flexing ass-cheeks and over his balls.
The inundated walls of her spasming cunt sucked at his spewing cock hungrily till at last the hard erection gave one last spurt and the final drop of semen drained from its swollen tip.
Tom throbbed the muscles of his rapidly shrinking cock, hoping somehow he could bring it to life again so he could fuck the beautiful blonde once more.
As for Sue Davis, she did not have the same idea in mind. She lay back, spent, satisfied, exhausted. Her mind was first a blank, but then she began to regain the power of thought, and the notions that flooded her head were not pleasant.
She had given in to that which had first possessed her four years earlier. What would become of her now, living and working in the presence of the greatest of temptations. At her first opportunity, she had given in. The body that lay panting and sweating over her had to be the last one. She could not let this happen again. She wasn't the depraved creature who had given in to the temptation of lust. She had a better upbringing than to become that. She knew what it meant to live a clean life. Lying there, she turned her head to the side and a tear formed in the corner of one eye. No, she would never allow something like this to defile her body and the body of a young man again. She resolved at least that much.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pauline Martindale, like her twin brother Tom, was a freshman at the college. She had the same good looks he had, and her body was near to physical perfection. She shared the same shade of deep brown hair, which she wore long and flowing to accent her sexuality. At the moment it was in a pony tail, tied with a pink ribbon.
She was able to wear it in that style because she had a slender throat and cutely tiny ears. Her eyes were dark brown like his, and her lips were beautifully formed. Her mouth was shaped like a baby doll, and the pink lipstick she wore accentuated the sensuous loveliness.
Pauline still had her deep tan from the summer, which she had just that day been adding to with late-summer sunrays at a lakeside beach near the campus. She was admiring her naked form in the mirror of her bedroom in the off-campus pad she shared with her twin brother. Her legs were perfectly formed, long and lithe, and her hips were definitely those of a grown woman. Her pert young breasts were solid and firm like ripe pears on a tree.
She had come back from the lake half an hour ago, where she'd sunned herself every day since the fall term began. She was determined to keep the lovely tan of the carefree summer she and Tom had enjoyed after high school graduation. Besides, she got some kind of thrill out of just lying on the softly warm sand, her whole body motionless as if in mute offering, her legs slightly parted to accentuate the triangle of her budding sex, her back curved imperceptibly so that her conical breasts pressed hard against the thin halter of the pink bikini top.
She knew that the men all stared at her, roving their hot eyes over her nubile, nearly naked flesh, wishing it was their hands covering her tits and cunt instead of the thin bands of material. She knew it, and she reveled in it.
Now it was evening, time to dress for her date with her new boyfriend, a cute freshman football player she had met through Tom. His name was Alvin Artis, and he was the star halfback of the freshman team. The eighteen-year-old brunette shivered just thinking about the young stud. He was so handsome and masculine, a senior all-state standout the previous year. He was a prize catch for the freshman girl.
Her lovely young breasts trembled expectantly as she eyed them in the mirror. She wondered where he was planning to take her tonight, getting chills as she thought about just being with him any place on earth. She was really mad about Alvin, and ever since their first date she'd enthusiastically allowed the boy full control over her young and tender body.
She and Alvin blended their naked bodies at every opportunity, and the happiest moments were when she'd lay spent and exhausted in his strong arms, his youthful semen mingling deep in her tight little cunt. His cock excited her whenever he'd show it to her, hard and thick and ready to plunge into her hungrily quivering pussy. Once she had lovingly caressed it, running her hotly fevered hand up and down its firmly pliant shaft till great spurts of his creamy white semen had shot out and spewed over both of them.
Alvin hadn't been the first young man she'd let fuck her, not by a long shot. She was more precocious than her twin brother. There'd been quite a few before him, her virginity having been taken when she was eleven by a neighbor's son who'd also been a football star in school. Alvin Artis wasn't the only one, even now, because they weren't going steady.
She'd been to many wild parties since the college year had begun, and at some of them the guys and girls traded partners as often as they wished, and both she and Alvin had fucked just for the sake of fucking. Alvin had also been the guy who turned her onto grass. After her initial reluctance, she'd begun to enjoy blowing the good pot he was able to get. It was an aphrodisiac to her. She became even less inhibited than she usually was, and it made her more passionately insatiable than ever. For her date tonight with Alvin, she wanted to be turned-on and completely uninhibited.
Pauline hummed merrily to herself in an absent-minded way, glancing to see that the bedroom door was locked before she reached for her purse. It lay on the dresser table, and her stash was inside. She located a crudely-made joint, one of a half-dozen which Alvin had given her before he had taken her home the night before.
She lit the marijuana stick, then opened the window of the bedroom and snapped the burnt match onto the grass below. The young girl began drawing on the marijuana slowly and deeply, peering out of the open window in an idle manner.
Down below, she saw her young classmates going to and fro. Then she saw her twin brother Tom, running up the sidewalk to the apartment house building. After a moment she heard the muffled slam of the front door and his pounding footsteps on the stairs. She puzzled momentarily over his actions, but she was growing too mellow and high to let whatever was bothering him worry her now.
Her attention was taken by the dreamy mood the pot put her into. What a lovely feeling had come over her. The young girl finished the last of the marijuana cigarette and ground out the roach in a metal waste basket. She dressed hurriedly, stood up and inspected herself in the full-length mirror that showed her body so well to herself. She was now wearing a blushing pink blouse and a deeper pink miniskirt. The skirt was very short, coming almost half-way up her tanned thighs, and as she looked at her reflection with critical appraisal, she was able to glimpse the slight creases of the tight elastic leg bands of her flimsy pink panties.
Dissatisfied, the young girl tugged her panties up higher, till the smoothly round cheeks of her buttocks and the softly curving mound of nubile pussy were pressed tightly enough to show the thin crevice between them. An erotic tingle passed through her young body, followed by an involuntary blush at the thought of what Alvin would think when he saw her like this. Then, still giggling, she unlocked the bedroom door and started down the hall.
Tom's bedroom was next to hers, and as she passed his open door, she was startled by the sight. He was sitting in a chair, hanging his head. His brow was creased with concern. She paused to look at him for some time, sensing that he was so deep in thought he was unaware of her presence.
"Tom," she finally asked, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said, glancing up at his sister. "At least nothing I want to talk about now."
"Well something's gotten under your skin," his twin sister said, getting worried herself now. She walked in and sat down on another chair, pulling it up beside him. "You go ahead and tell me all about it, Tom."
"I think I'd better not," he replied, looking up.
"C'mon now. Tell old Pauline all about it."
"It's too personal."
"Aha!" she laughed. "I thought so. It's got something to do with sex. Some chick won't fuck you."
The sound of that word sent a shiver through Tom. He wanted to tell his sister. He really wanted to. She was always understanding and helpful with anything that troubled him. She always gave him good advice about girlfriends of his. This was different. He'd just raped a woman. She might have gone to the police. They might be coming up after him now. As much as he wished to tell and then ask her what to do, he was too ashamed of himself. He had forced a woman to fuck him.
"There, there," soothed the young girl, rubbing his back fondly. "We all have sex lives, Tom. It's nothing to worry about, and there's nothing you have to hide from me. Sex should be natural and normal, and you shouldn't be afraid to talk to me about it. I'm not going to tell anyone what you told me. If it's about some chick here at school, maybe I can help you out."
The tormented young man could no longer keep his terrifying secret bottled up inside him. Perhaps it was his sister's softly reassuring voice, or the fact that she was genuinely concerned about him and wouldn't turn on him if he told her the truth. Maybe it was his desperation. He had raped a woman, and he might go to prison for it.
"I raped the woman at the book store, Sue Davis," he managed to say.
"Raped her?!"
"Yeah, well she kind of asked for it. She was buddying up to me, and I got turned on. Then I got carried away. When she tried to make a cock-tease trip out of it, I just fucked her anyway."
"You really fucked her?" the girl asked.
"Yeah. Real good too."
"Did she call the cops?"
"Not that I know of. I don't know for sure that she won't though."
His sister sat there thinking. As long as the woman wouldn't go to the cops or the school authorities, everything would be okay. "Were there any witnesses?" she asked, trying to collect her thoughts.
"No," Tom said, hanging his head again. "No one saw us. It was in the back of her store. She invited me back there. It looked like an excuse to get into some necking with me. Well, if that's what it was, it sure as hell worked."
"It sounds more like the seduced you," the girl said, her expression showing that she was gaining in confidence about the whole matter. "Tell me all about it, especially the juicy details."
She listened intently to everything that happened. Tom left out nothing of the obscene happenings of that afternoon. As he talked, Pauline could almost picture the lovely older woman naked on the couch in her small apartment behind the bookstore. She could hear the beautiful blonde urging her brother to fuck her harder and faster. Pauline had already noticed the bookstore owner, and how attractive she was. With her long blonde hair she kind of looked like Suzanne Somers in the Three's Company TV show. Pauline just automatically assumed a woman that good looking was married already. How could she be so horny that she enticed a freshman like her brother?
She listened to the descriptions of all that took place as the older woman and her brother fucked away. She began to experience a keenly vicarious eroticism at the lewdly detailed descriptions. Her tender pussy began to twitch against her thin pink panties with lurid response, till she was forced to press her shapely legs together to quell the little tingling sensations that were rising in her loins from her brother's exciting account. The more he talked, the more convinced she was that he would be sure to get away with the rape, and the more determined she became to make something good out of what had gone down.
So Miss Davis is hot for my brother? she said to herself. Pauline's mind worked feverishly. A thin smile of prurient glee crossed her moistly full lips as she thought of the pretty, older woman who owned the schoolbook store. She was hot for Tom's cock.
The more details her brother gave, the more that the worldly-wise young woman realized Miss Davis's problem. She was one of those women who couldn't turn on to gentle caresses. She could only get aroused under the roughly masculine touch of a brutal man. She longed for the harshly savage contact of a stud, an athlete. Maybe the woman's knowledge that a freshman would be more vulnerable, more likely to remain silent, had possessed her to make her play for Tom. Or maybe it was just that the bookstore was across the street from the freshman football practice field.
Pauline moistened her lips, her dark eyes beginning to sparkle naughtily with lewd ideas. Men were best, with their hard cocks and hotly muscular bodies, she thought. But it was nice to make love to a girl once in awhile and feel creamy smooth skin and touch the magical wetness between softly velvety thighs.
Oh yes, she thought. It was lovely to have a girl every so often as a change of pace. How nice it would be to make out with the good-looking Miss Davis. Pauline was willing to bet right then and there that the older blonde might well like to fuck girls too, if the opportunity arose. And even if she didn't, there might not be much she could do about it.
She turned her attention back to her twin brother just as he was finishing his story. "I thought she really dug it, only suddenly she was screaming and pushing me away. She told me we could never make it together again. I just hope she doesn't think it all over and call the cops. I sure wish I could fuck her some more."
"Maybe you will," his sister said. "Maybe you will."
CHAPTER FIVE
In her small apartment behind the bookstore, Sue Davis still lay naked and spent on the disheveled couch. She gazed with blank eyes out the small window, vacantly staring through the gauzy curtains. She imagined she heard shouts and laughter, as if some of the freshmen football players were taking a shortcut behind the row of stores opposite the practice field.
Half-heartedly she took the glass of Scotch from the table beside the couch, sipping it and feeling the hot alcohol bum its way through her belly. She had been nipping at the soothing liquor ever since Tom had left, and she'd been able to stir from the couch only to get hold of the bottle. She felt a little ashamed for the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help being relieved by the euphoria it brought. She needed something to ease the guilty torment of her mind.
Alone in the tiny apartment with nothing but her morbid thoughts to keep her company, she was afraid she might go bananas. Her mind was in a crazy spin.
Sue leaned back against the couch, clasping her hands around the glass and settling it in her lap. Looking down at her maturely ripened body, she sadly realized that it looked exactly the same as it had that afternoon, showing no signs of her indecent seduction. Staring at her fully thrusting breasts, she couldn't help thinking of how Tom's touch had made them come alive, their sensitive nipples tightly straining as though they had wanted to break loose from her excited flesh.
A shiver of self-loathing passed over her naked flesh, her brain wishing it could deny that it had ever happened. Even with the telltale evidence wetly coating her soft pubic curls and smooth inner thighs, she could barely believe she had allowed herself to molest that innocent young man against all of her better judgment. At least he was eighteen, old enough to avoid any legal problems for her. There had been something about him, something that reminded her of Ralph Winslow, and something in his hot closeness that brought back that awful day of four years before.
The obscene sight of the soiled couch cushions and the dried semen covering her depleted body were mocking souvenirs of her self-betrayal. Suddenly she felt a compulsive need to purge herself, to cleanse her body and mind of all traces of her guilt. Resolutely, Sue put her glass beside the Scotch bottle and rose up from the rumpled couch, her golden-tanned body gleaming slightly in the last long shafts of the day's sun. She started for the tiny bathroom, which was almost too small for even one person, her stomach tightening in knots as she thought about the fatal situation she had caused for herself. What if Tom reported her to the college authorities? True, he was of age for sex, but what difference would that make?
She would be banished from the community for her seduction, for that's what it actually was. He had forced himself on her, practically raped her, but she knew in her heart that she had enticed him. What had come over her? Urges she had held off these past four years had suddenly overcome her. She would be disgraced. The store would be put off limits for students. She'd have to give it up and leave town. Where would she go? What would she do?
How utterly stupid she'd been. If only she'd been a stronger person and not allowed her sinful passions to control her, this would never have happened. Now her fate hung on whether Tom would tell the tale of her seduction. One tiny word would ruin her. She recalled with a deadly chill her own days at the college. The guys and even the girls would brag of their conquests, whether they'd actually happened or not. Snickered stories and dirty rumors were continually rampant, and with a sinking heart Sue figured that all the denials in the world wouldn't help her should Tom's tale leak out.
Her eyes began to puddle as she entered the small, tiled bathroom, and inwardly she cringed with guilt and fear as she stood quivering on the small rug in front of the shower unit. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do at this moment to erase the horrid afternoon with Tom in her apartment.
She shook her head and forced herself to stop her tears. There was a time for crying and a time to face up to reality, and there was no use for her to fool herself that it had never happened.
Then, with a perverseness which made her tremble, another dark recess of her mind brought forth the haunting memories of lying obscenely sprawled on the couch. Tom was over her, his thick young prick skewering deep inside her, and she was pumping as hard as she could in return to his thrusts. He was almost ready to come. He was coming. Sue felt the blood rising to her cheeks as the vivid recollections of the young stud's lewd fucking and her own lustful performance came drifting involuntarily back to her. The unwanted mental images seared through her mind, reviving a lewd tingling between her thighs.
Sue clenched her buttocks tightly together, squeezing out the unwanted sensations as she reached through the shower curtain to turn on the water. A low, soft moan escaped from her lips as desperately she adjusted the spray, and when it was hot enough to send billowing clouds of steam into the small room, she stepped into the stall. She gasped as the nearly scalding water beat against her skin, but she took a bar of soap and the bath sponge, beginning to wash her abdomen and loins. She reached up with one hand and pointed the shower spray directly on her full, upright breasts after a moment, feeling the boiling spray ruthlessly pelt her sensitive nipples.
The shower brought her pain along with relief. If I turn the water up hot enough, she thought, the needle points cut into my flesh like knives. It was a form of punishment for her, a just retribution for having seduced the young man.
For ten-minutes Sue withstood the torrent, and then she turned off the water and stepped out onto the rug, dripping wet. Briskly, almost as if she wanted to heap further punishment on her sinful body, the naked blond woman dried herself with a large fluffy towel. Her skin tingled from the abuse the water and cloth inflicted, and glowed with a brightly burnished pinkness.
Then she padded nakedly into the living room and went to her bureau, which was set against the shelves at one end. From one of its drawers she removed a thin, floor-length pink nightgown, and she quickly draped it over her head, wanting nothing more than to cover her curvaceously betraying flesh from the least bit of exposure. It took but a moment for her to unfold the couch into a double bed. She smoothed down the sheets and plumped the pillows, then crawled wearily in, almost too battered and despondent to pull the covers over her body.
She stared at the ceiling, praying for sleep and a temporary release from the agony in which she was gripped. Yet perversely sleep would not come, and she continued to lie awake, tossing and turning in torment. Her mind was busily involved with self-condemnation, and silent determination to stay away from the freshman football players who tantalized her with their activities across the street in the practice field. Underscoring her agitation was a constant fear that it was already too late, and the dread clutching her heart made sleep impossible.
It was possible her fears would not be realized, she told herself. Perhaps she had permanently discouraged Tom from attempting to see her again. Hopefully this would prove to be an isolated instance and would not lead to her complete ruin. Time was a great healer. Maybe Tom would forget what had happened. He'd be having sex with the college girls, and he might forget all about his one sex bout with the bookstore lady.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the front door.
"Miss Davis?" came a muffled voice. "This is Pauline Martindale, Tom's sister."
"W-what do you want?" Sue called out nervously. She had risen from her bed and gone towards the door in front of the store.
"Please let me in," the girl's voice came through the door, pleading and innocent.
A clammy iciness crawled up the blonde's spine, a premonition that she should not open the door. She clutched her throat with one hand, the other gripping the gown to her breast. "I'm not presentable," she said through the door.
"Oh that's okay," the girl's voice said. "I'm alone."
What did the girl want? Trembling with reluctant hesitancy, Sue began to unlock the door. She opened it just a crack and peered out. "What do you want?" she asked.
"It's about Tom."
"All right," Sue said. She opened the door and stepped aside to let the girl in. Then she shut the door behind her and ushered Pauline into the back room.
With the couch opened out into a bed, the only place to sit was on the bed, and the eighteen-year-old girl immediately made herself comfortable, removing her flat shoes and drawing her bare slender legs under her on the mattress.
Sue stood perplexed for a moment, blinking with the conflicting emotions she felt. Despite her trepidation, she was becoming rather irked by the ill-mannered way Tom's sister was acting. Pauline had made herself right at home without even asking, and there was an odd gleam to her eyes which concerned Sue, as if the girl wasn't all there.
"Sit down and relax, Miss Davis," Pauline said casually.
"I'd rather not, thank you," Sue replied. She pressed her fingers to her forehead, frowning, wanting very much for the girl to be gone. She said, "I'm not feeling well at all, Pauline, so if you could just tell me what it is."
"Don't try to bullshit me, Miss Davis," the teenaged girl cut in disdainfully. "You seduced one of the freshman boys, an innocent youth."
"Now see here," Sue gasped. "I won't be spoken to that way in my home, young lady."
"What if the school disciplinary officer knew that you had fucked my brother. You'd be tarred and feathered."
"W-what?" Sue choked in horror. "W-what did you say?"
"You heard me. You better sit down, like I told you. You look like you might faint." The wicked little girl smirked at the attractive woman, almost as if she were enjoying the suddenly chalk-white pallor which had come over Sue's face. "See, Tom sort of spilled the beans on you to me. He was awfully upset because he felt you trapped him into it."
Sue thought she would faint. She sagged down onto the bed next to Pauline, lowering her hands to help support her body as she sat shaking her head. She shivered as she sensed a numbing helplessness blanket her mind. She looked pleadingly at Tom's sister, knowing that she was desperate.
She could see that there was a gleam of lewd delight in the girl's young eyes, and a small grin of licentiousness around her pretty full lips. It was all too obvious that Pauline was baiting her, having fun at her expense. The ghastly truth was that she had nobody to blame except herself. She had in fact seduced the young man.
"What happened between Tom and me was a mistake," she babbled. "It won't happen again, I promise. That's about all I can say."
X She gazed into the girl's dulled and dreamy eyes, her mind struggling for the proper words of entreaty.
"I'm just trying to decide what to do," the girl said coldly. Through the marijuana haze in her own mind, she was plotting calculatingly.
"Believe me, Pauline, it was a mistake. Don't say anything to anybody. If you do, I'll be ruined here in town, and I don't know where I'll go. Think of Tom. He could be ruined here at the college himself. He might become the laughing stock of the campus, and have to leave."
"Miss Davis," Pauline said smilingly, in a pacifying fashion. "You're worked up over nothing. I don't care how many times you fuck my brother. I think fucking is great, and I wouldn't care who he fucked. Would you like a cigarette while we talk things over?"
Sue's mind was whirling. Pauline could have struck her with a fist and the impact wouldn't have been greater. She stared at the girl wide-eyed with disbelief, still trying to comprehend what she'd calmly said about not caring if her brother fucked or not. Speechless with shock and horror, the older woman watched as Pauline reached into a large purse that she'd laid beside the bed and brought out some odd looking cigarettes. Blankly, Sue looked at them as she was offered one. It looked home-made.
"What's the matter, Miss Davis? Cat got your tongue? I asked if you wanted a smoke."
"N ... No," Sue blurted out, half-choking on the word.
"Go on, Miss Davis," the teenaged girl urged insidiously. "They're very special and quite mild tasting. I think you should at least try one ... for your own peace of mind. I mean, you are a little shook up, aren't you?"
A ghostly tremor rippled over the bookstore owner as she saw the eighteen-year-old's darkly flashing eyes, and she swallowed tightly, her throat and lungs constricting with horror. There was no question as to the intent of Pauline's words. The implication was clear as the air. The girl intended to hold what Sue had done over her head in some horrible way. Behind her smiling face, the teenaged beauty was up to no good.
Sue's mind whirled. She felt as if she were grasping for some mental straw, some solution, some way out. The threat of exposure to the authorities hung over her head. She realized that there was nothing she could do about it. She had to play along with the evil girl.
"All right," Sue said submissively, and took the cigarette, bending her head so that Pauline could light it for her. It was only a cigarette, but it was also the symbol of her subjugation to Tom's sister, a teenaged girl who calmly used words like fuck. She had to play it cool and find out what the girl really wanted out of her.
CHAPTER SIX
Sue Davis sat in a state of shock. The hapless bookstore owner's long flowing pink nightgown bunched around her naked body on the bed as she took the first long slow drag on the cigarette young Pauline Martindale had forced upon her.
Her thoughts were a jumble of despair and dread, despair that her worst fears had been realized, and dread in that the secret of her corrupting had been discovered by Tom's mocking sister. She couldn't help shaking the intuitive feeling that the teenage girl was toying with her. Through her daze, Sue couldn't figure out what possible motive was behind it.
She wanted a drink of Scotch in the worst way now, but she forced herself to sit where she was. The last vestiges of her shattered pride still clung determinedly, and stubbornly she resolved not to let Pauline see her weaken any further. She inhaled deeply, nervously using the cigarette as a crutch while she vainly tried to collect her reeling senses, totally unaware in her dazed condition that she was smoking marijuana for the first time in her life. She was aware that the cigarette tasted strange, but not unpleasant, and after three or four more inhalations, she could hardly feel the smoke go down into her lungs at all.
"Do you like the cigarette, Miss Davis?" Pauline asked solicitously, puffing on the one she'd lit for herself.
Sue blinked slowly, and curiously she found that the young girl was moving in and out of focus. "Yes," she said, "Yes, I do." Her voice sounded hollow in her ears.
"Feel any better now?"
The older woman paused to think that over, drawing in another breath of the sweetly pungent smoke. Indeed, as she smoked, she was gradually beginning to feel a soothing calmness spreading over her. It was very puzzling. What was she smoking?
"What is this?" she managed to ask.
"Grass," the young girl answered smugly. "I thought you should have some, seeing how upset you were. It leaves you mellow and smooth, doesn't it?"
"Grass?" Sue gasped in horror. She'd heard about the drug, and had even lectured warnings about it to other students when she was in college herself. Yet, it did make her feel nice and soft. She unaccountably took another long drag, knowing that she shouldn't even as she held the curling smoke in her lungs. But the thin brown cigarette had seemingly dulled any qualms she had about what she was doing, or should be doing. She had never felt so strange or bodiless before, even when she'd been drunk, and the delicious warmth of the marijuana slowly filtered through her blood and mixed headily with the Scotch she'd already consumed. She could feel her flesh tingling all over, a tingling that went deep inside, deep down where she had never felt anything before in her life.
The little dark-haired temptress tucked her legs further under her skirt, feeling her knees press against the bare flesh of her smoothly rounded buttocks in a gently erotic pressure. She caught the almost imperceptible relaxing of the older blonde woman's natural defenses, and inwardly she gloated with childish delight. In softly soothing tones, she began to talk about innocuous things, just a lulling prattle that meant nothing as she watched Miss Davis continue to smoke the strong cigarette.
She was well aware from her own experiences that even the mention of sexual things would produce a passionate response, for the drug's effect was to irrationally heighten the emotions. But she saved more intimate discussion till she thought that the marijuana had warped the older bookstore owner's will to resist. Then, after she had lit a second cigarette for Sue, she decided that the time was ripe.
"Miss Davis."
"Yes?" Sue looked up, smiling with a dreamy torpor.
"You must be very lonely, living here back of the bookstore all by yourself."
"I am," the older woman confessed sadly. She took a puff of the cigarette, and added, "I am a very lonely woman. And I'm so sad."
"Sad because you seduced my brother this afternoon?"
Sue sucked in her breath with a shiver, not wanting to think about what she'd done with young Tom in her little apartment. But perversely the images came back to her a hundredfold. The marijuana and Scotch swirled heatedly through her flesh, and her frayed nerve-endings started vibrating for some unknown reason.
"Oh," she shuddered uncontrollably. "Oh, I'm so wicked. I'm a terrible person."
"Miss Davis, you shouldn't say that," Pauline said soothingly. "So you let Tom fuck you. What the hell, he enjoyed it and so did you."
"But, it's not right," Sue moaned. "It's not right for a woman to seduce a younger man. I ... I took advantage of him."
"There's nothing wrong with what you did," Pauline said soothingly, taking a different tack now. She wanted the older woman to feel that she was with a friend. The girl leaned back on the bed and began to slowly rub her hands along her long, tapered legs, sighing as if aroused by the satin touch of her own fingers. "I mean, I like fucking them, and I'm a woman like you. Maybe not quite as old, but that doesn't mean anything."
"No ... no, don't say anymore," Sue moaned, swallowing thickly from the lewdness of the young girl's words.
"Fucking boys," Pauline taunted obscenely. "Oh, Miss Davis. Sometimes when my boyfriend Alvin isn't there, I nearly go out of my mind from wanting his cock. And he's a boy, a boy only about a month older than my own brother." She grinned salaciously at the drug-stimulated woman. "Why sometimes," she whispered as if telling a guilty secret, "sometimes I even walk around without any panties on, just so that the cool air will help put out the fire in my cunt."
"No panties?" Sue inhaled deeply, the brazen confession making her heart pound faster beneath the flimsy nightgown. "Naked?"
"Sure. That's even better than not wearing a bra, like you do. And I do other things," Pauline confided, inching closer to the older woman. She placed one hand lightly on her shoulder. "I have to, or I'd go mad."
Sue asked before she realized what she was saying. "What kind of things, Pauline?"
"I'll show you. There are lots of ways to make love, and the way you and Tom did it is just one way."
Nubile Pauline Martindale had straightened out her feet on the bed, and now she was leaning back beside her with her slender curving legs spread wide apart. Her skirt had ridden up to where Sue could see almost all the way between her inner thighs. "You can't mean it," Sue gasped breathlessly.
"I do," the young girl sighed, nodding. "Come on, be honest, Miss Davis. Don't I have something that makes you want to do something to me?"
"But we're both women."
"Hell, it's a kick, that's all. And if there's no men around when the heat strikes, what else is there? I mean besides finger-fucking yourself. That's what we do when we're alone, me and other girls from school. We take off all our clothes and suck each other off, and then we play with our cunts till we come too." Pauline squirmed on the bed, as if aroused by her own talk, and then she took her free hand and raised her skirt all the way up to her waist. "O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis, I get so hot."
Sue's drug-filled mind swam. Her eyes bulged wider than ever as she stared dumbfounded at the young girl. Pauline wasn't wearing any panties. She was pantiless and brazenly spreading her long, white legs still wider, uncaring that she was exposing all of her sparse dark-haired pussy slit to the older woman's shocked amazement.
"Pauline, please."
The teenager moaned passionately, ignoring Sue's consternation. She parted her slim white thighs and rotated her youthfully rounded buttocks on the bed, her one hand moving down to encircle the wisps of her dark pussy hair and the slender pink lips of her cunt.
"See, Miss Davis? My pussy is hot to be kissed and finger-fucked."
Sue tried to avert her gaze from the immodest arousing sight of the young brunette girl undulating her sensuous hips and sliding her finger along her swollen, wet cuntal cleft, but her eyes seemed glued to the licentious image displayed before her. She swallowed hard, her stomach feeling as if filled with a thousand fluttering butterflies, and almost desperately, she sucked on the marijuana cigarette for relief. In spite of her revulsion and chagrin, there was a strange, forbidding stimulation to the tender nubile pussy, and at her obscene abstraction, she stammered, "No, no, Pauline, you mustn't. Please."
"Why not?" the girl moaned happily. "It feels so good." She slid her extended middle finger faster and faster in the lust-moistened channel of her little cunt, her legs bending slightly to allow room for more of her hand to massage her pulsing young pussy. Her tender cuntal skin flushed a rosy pink and grew glistening with her mounting arousal, and she breathed harder and harder, her small thrusting breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her blouse. She leaned her head against Sue's shoulder, holding the older woman tightly with her left arm about her shoulder. "M-mm-m," the girl sighed delightedly. "M-mm-mm."
"Stop it please," Sue pleaded.
"No way, Miss Davis. I'm only doing what I dig, like you do when you're alone."
Sue took a last drag on the marijuana cigarette and fumbled for the ashtray on the table beside the bed. As much as she wanted Pauline to stop her wanton finger-fucking, she realized with a helpless sinking sensation that her own mature hips were beginning to undulate of their own volition, and that her hotly throbbing breasts and cunt were starting to ache in lewd response to the immoral teasing beside her. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She squirmed down tightly against the mattress, feeling it beneath her wide-curving buttocks, pressing the nightgown deeper into her involuntarily moistening pussy.
The thin folds of bunched material grazed against her tiny, sensitive anus, sending delicious little spasms of pleasure rippling through her belly and up to the stiffly rising nipples of her heaving breasts. She was on dangerous ground and realized it, but could not bring herself to break away. She was gripped spellbound by the marijuana racing in her blood and the evil fascination that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will.
Pauline noticed Miss Davis's gradually weakening control. The young girl decided that she should now make the next move. She dropped her arm from around the trembling woman's shoulder and brought it around to her curving front, moving the hand up to gently cup her large-mounded breast beneath the nightgown. She could feel the bookstore lady's sensitive nipples stiffen and swell responsively under her massaging and tweaking fingertips, even as Sue tried to pull away.
The older woman shuddered at the indecent touch upon her full, maturely-set breast, and bit her lower lip hard as she tried to resist it. But the slowly growing excitement inside her pussy was spreading like wildfire, draining her of the strength to stop the lewd girl. She labored, gasping for breath and squirmed harder down against the bed, pushing the wetly throbbing lips of her aching cunt against it to try and quench the blazing fire that was beginning to bum out of control there.
Pauline's tiny fingers continued to massage her hardening nipple, thrilling her now as much as it was frightening her. She raised her own hand to pull the caressing young fingers away, but it would not obey her mind's command, and moved only as far as Pauline's manipulating hand before falling back unresistingly into her lap. Her eyes glazed as she stared unwittingly at the lovely girl's beauty, then down to the pumping extended middle finger slipping wetly in and out of the tender young cunt beside her.
She could hear the moans of purring pleasure coming from Pauline's passion-parted lips, and she bit her lower lip again to keep back her own slight moan of building frustration. What should she do? It was sheer lunacy, allowing this wicked young girl to use her like this, and worse, to be enjoying it. What was happening to her?
Then the brunette girl let her fingers slowly move from Sue's wildly throbbing breast and ease down the nightgown to where it was gathered on the bed. She began to slide the gauzy pink material upwards along the quivering woman's legs to the firm fullness of her thighs, and Sue froze momentarily from the further indignity. Pauline had pushed the hem of her nightgown almost to her nakedly exposed hips before she was able to react, and then she grasped the girl's hand and held it tight to her lap. Her legs were uncovered, she despairingly reasoned, but Pauline could not do more as long as she held her hand down.
Suddenly she gasped in surprise. The teenage girl was extending her fingers like little mice into the secret crevice of her lap, ruthlessly teasing her curving lower belly and against her moistening cuntal slit through the thin material. Constant pressure in her most private area was arousing her madly. Sue squirmed slightly as Pauline's extended middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, and pushed the folds of the gown into the warmly throbbing crevice up between her parted inner thighs. The older woman pressed harder against the mattress, now aware of the warm wetness of her excited secretions on her buttocks as the girl's insistent little fingers worked more firmly into her tingling cuntal mound. Indecision arose again in her mind as delicious waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist, and shame washed over her as she realized that she could not any longer control the young girl's excitingly searching hand.
Pauline sensed her tacit surrender and became still bolder. She began to softly slide the pink nightgown up again so that she could teasingly penetrate the hotly trembling cuntal softness that she knew was naked and waiting underneath. Sue could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding dangerously up from between her thighs and the bed.
"No," she pleaded thickly. "No, you mustn't. We're both women. It isn't right."
"It is so. It's just as right as letting little freshman football players fuck you back here." Pauline's voice was a husky whisper. "Kicks are the only thing that's right. The rest is all bullshit." She wasn't about to stop now, especially for the ever-weakening pleas from the cowering woman she planned to lewdly possess as her brother had. Her one hand continued to beat a finger-fucking staccato against her own widespread, eagerly straining little pussy, while her other hand increased its passionate probe of Sue's involuntarily parting legs.
"You like what I'm doing, Miss Davis. I know you do. You liked having Tom's cock in your cunt today, and you'll like what his sister can do for you too."
Sue's voice caught in her throat. She could feel her nightgown rising faster now, though still not all the way up to her lap yet. She jerked impulsively as a fingernail scratched the tender softness of her naked flesh, and the nightgown slid upwards in response to her startled rising movement, then, suddenly, there was no more gown. Young Pauline Martindale's hand was snaking up between her unconsciously spreading thighs, gradually insinuating itself directly between the smoothly moistened lips of her sensitive cunt.
The drug-fevered woman fought against this unwanted pleasure, holding her breath as a forbidden desire ran away with her helplessly responding mind. Her whole curvaceous body squirmed in silent protest, but the more she moved the more the tightly elastic opening of her flowering cunt was impaled on the immoral girl's steadily invading finger. She could feel excited moisture seeping from the lubricating softness of her tender cuntal walls, covering the palm of the small, eager hand that was curled so thrillingly around the warmly ready pussy slit up between her legs.
The girl's outstretched middle finger moved in lewdly teasing circles inside her wetly clasping cunt, expanding the hungry little entrance to her belly with each playful rotation. The older woman was almost out of her mind now. She didn't think she could take the wild electric shocks of stabbing pleasure another single moment. She was ready to surrender to anything the young girl wanted, in order to quench the sensual fire that was raging through her heatedly contracting cunt.
The sight of the depraved young freshman girl's masturbation, the sight of her shapely young thighs spread widely apart, and the girl's tormenting finger-fucking without mercy up into her own helplessly welcoming cunt was simply too much.
No. Oh, no. " Sue groaned, but it was too late. She ground involuntarily back against the outstretched finger as Pauline began a gentle pumping motion to which the older woman's unwilling body hungrily reacted in rhythm.
Pauline smiled triumphantly to herself, and kissed Miss Davis's small ear tenderly.
"Yes, you do like me fingering your cunt. My finger is nice and small and hard, like a prick that's not so big it hurts you. Think of it as Tom's dick, fucking away in your pussy."
Sue's face flushed a brilliant crimson, the lewd teenager's obscene words strangely teasing her. It's true, she thought, unable to stop the anxious upthrusting of her nakedly eager loins up against the slender finger fucking inside her cunt. It feels just like a cock.
"C'mon, Miss Davis. Let's both get naked," Pauline whispered wetly into her ear, and Sue shuddered with bitter defeat as she felt the young girl's hand pull away from inside her disappointed pussy. She made no protest as the pink nightgown was snaked up over her passion-hardened breasts to her smoothly sloping shoulders, though she shivered slightly from the cool evening air against her skin as the gown was pulled from her neck and heaped on the floor.
"Oh, you're so beautiful, Miss Davis," the young teenager sighed in appreciation. "I can see why Tom wanted to fuck you."
The teenage girl rose to her knees beside the voluptuously ripened woman, and with one swift downward jerk, she opened the zipper of her skirt and let it fall over her smoothly flaring young buttocks. After slipping off her blue blouse, she unclasped her lacy white brassiere, her firm young breasts bursting free, their tiny dark nipples springing into grateful hardness.
"I'm going to make you come, Miss Davis," she lewdly promised as she rolled over on her buttocks to remove her skirt. "I'm going to make you come as only another girl can."
Sue could only groan in helpless submission as the teenage girl pushed her mature nakedness gently down on the bed. She lay frozen, enslaved by the lust-inducing marijuana and her own run-away passions. Tingling chills of erotic sensation raced along her spine, as Pauline pressed warm lips into the naked flesh of her belly, and she was unable to resist when her legs were slowly spread apart.
Tom's amoral sister crawled between the full open thighs, eagerly looking down at the moistly pink cuntal slit. She slowly paced her palms flat against the quivering insides of Miss Davis's legs, her thumbs resting on the softly hair-lined folds of her wetly glistening pussy. Then, with a slow, torturing outward movement, Pauline drew the tender pink cuntal lips gradually apart to expose all of the moistly smooth crevice to her gaze.
She watched it palpitate for a moment, and then with a groan of childish desire, she dropped her head and buried the full length of her tongue into the warmly throbbing walls of the older woman's pussy.
"Oh no. No. Please don't do that," Sue cried out in horror. "Not that. Don't kiss me there."
Her head jerked up off the mattress in shuddering disbelief that this lewd perversion was happening to her, and a soul-searing moan burst from her lips as she ground her buttocks frantically down onto the bed to escape the deliciously maddening assault. But the young girl's tongue continued to spear in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt, the unexpected wet searing sensation with her sensitive secret flesh bringing further long moans of anguish from her tortured lips.
"No. Stop it, Pauline. Oh, stop it." Pauline's only answer was a lewd giggle from her lips and a teasing stab into the tight confines of Miss Davis's pulsing wet cunt. Great tears welled in her eyes as Sue listened to the lewd sucking sounds coming from between her own widely-stretched thighs. Despite her shame and revulsion, her naked buttocks were quivering involuntarily from the spasms of obscene sensation coursing through her drugged nerves.
"It can't be. No, it can't be." The cruel realization slowly came to her that her lustful body was gradually deserting her once again. Sue rolled her head from side to side, moaning in agony from not only the obscene tongue-fucking to which she was submitting, but from the more frightening knowledge that she was enjoying it.
She clenched her teeth tightly together to fight against the tiny licking flames that were threatening to burst into sudden uncontrollable fire. It was a losing battle, as Pauline Martindale moaned and licked ceaselessly at her wetly searing cunt. Her shamelessly aroused body began a slow abandoned motion up against the young girl's slavering mouth, and against her will, Sue found that she was screwing her pussy in small grinding circles.
She was thrilling under the rhythmically bobbing head. The last remnants of resistance faded into nothingness, and she let out an erotic groan. She curled her fingers in Pauline's brown hair, using the ribboned ponytail to pull the punishing lash of the girl's tongue deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt. There was nothing in the world like this obscene sensation. She had never known it before. It was different. It was sinful. It consumed the whole of her being with fiery needling tips of magnificently delicious pleasure. She was really digging it.
Pauline sensed the older woman's surrender to unfulfilled lust, and with a salacious little grin, she plunged her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of the moistly welcoming cunt. She could feel the softly silky hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her turned-up nose, and the sides of her cheeks as Miss Davis ground her thighs in undulating rhythm up against her mouth.
The young girl's mind was working feverishly. Her furious emotions were spilling out in the frenzy of her passionate act. Thoughts raced incoherently through her mind. I'll teach you to fuck my brother, she said to herself in her teaming mind. I'll fix you, you bitch, the college freshman girl fumed in her brain as she felt uncontrollable orgasmic contortions around her tonguing face.
Some strange desire of her own was unconsciously triggering, an even more frenzied tonguing on the part of the young girl. This bitch had fucked her brother, her twin brother. Somehow, in her lust-crazed mind, she felt a feeling of intense jealousy that this gorgeous blonde, this dangerous older woman, had gained the affection of her brother. And how quickly she had gained it. In just a few quick meetings in the bookstore Sue Davis had achieved something that Pauline had not been able to do in eighteen years. She had balled Pauline's handsome twin brother.
Her staccato-like plunging in the older woman's cunt was turning Sue into a frothing beast. She writhed on the bed, experiencing a mindless passion like nothing she had ever known. Yet, something in the back of her mind still rebelled against what she was doing.
"Oh. Oh. Oh," Sue groaned aloud. "O-h-h-h-h-h, Pauline. Suck me off. Suck my cunt. Suck me out, you crazy little bitch." The words came out in bursts, as if coming from deep within her soul, from some unknown reservoir of passion she could not control.
Sue Davis moaned in ecstatic rapture. Her hotly convulsing cunt flowered open wider, and her excited moistness increased with each passing second that Pauline fucked her tongue in and out of the twitchingly wide-splayed pussy crevice.
Secretions and saliva mingled together and ran in warm rivulets down the sides of the girl's slavering mouth, pressing so tightly to the soft confines of the woman's cunt. The moisture welled, gathered, and flowed down the inside of Sue's smoothly gripping thighs to the wettened crevice of her hollowing buttocks.
"Eat me!" she screamed. "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me. O-h-h-h-h. Eat my cunt!"
The words fell on pleased ears, as the angry passion that filled the youthful girl gradually subsided, and she began to enjoy the pleasure she was giving the older woman. What neither of them realized, however, was the fact that the lewd cries of the bookstore owner were falling on other ears as well. In her nervousness, Sue had left the front door unlocked after she'd let the girl in, and a young man had followed Pauline to the store. Now, that handsomely youthful stud had entered the store and been drawn to the back by the lustful moans and licentious screams.
He now stood in the doorway to the small rear apartment, hands on hips, eyes open wide. A creeping warmth lit up his loins, and his throat was dry with desire.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The two women continued to writhe in naked passion on the bed. Pauline was now using her tongue in slow, sensuous rhythms, no longer plummeting it deeply within the steaming cuntal cavern of the other woman. Sue lay back in bliss, the last waves of warm pleasure washing over her body, making her feel much as she had felt that day four years before, when she had lain in the balmy sunshine, naked with a man for the first time., and had given herself up to her own shameless passions.
The visitor continued to eye them, his gaze riveted especially to the voluptuous body of the older woman. The young man was athletic in physique. He boasted powerfully muscular upper arms and a deep chest. His nearly black hair flowed at fashionably full length, half-covering the collar of an open-necked shirt. There was a prominent bulge in the crotch of his slacks, making it obvious that he was well endowed.
The young stud had a smoothly handsome face with a fine nose and thin mouth, but his darkly deep-set eyes seemed to smolder with mocking amusement. It was as if he were much older and more experienced than his eighteen years. At the moment, they were glittering with unconcealed arousal as he stared at the passionately writhing nakedness of the teenage girl and the older woman on the bed.
Wow, Alvin Artis gasped silently to himself. They were really going at it. He was well aware of his girl friend Pauline, her insatiable appetite for sex, male or female, fucking or sucking or just about anything you could name. He'd never gone steady with a girl who'd pleased him more that way-and for Alvin to admit that, it was quite a compliment. With this older woman though, he couldn't grasp it. He'd seen her around, of course, and put in a couple of appearances at the little book shop just to get a glance at her, but he'd always thought of her as beautiful, but out of reach.
Alvin hadn't really believed Tom when the young man had told him what he'd done that afternoon. Alvin had arrived at the pad Tom and Pauline shared, expecting a typically satisfying date with the young girl, but the story Tom had spilled out to him was hard to accept. Could he really have fucked the bookstore lady? And was Pauline really going over there to ask about it? The evidence of Alvin's eyes was clear enough. It was all true!
Alvin's beady eyes locked on the bookstore lady's naked and sweat-glistening breasts. They danced lewdly on her chest, and her softly curling pubic hair was almost entirely hidden by his girl friend's voraciously tonguing mouth. Hell, Tom's wild story had been so unbelievable that he hadn't been able to resist coming over to find out for himself, and damned if it wasn't true.
Somehow Tom and Pauline had detected a latent hot streak in Miss Davis's cool nature, and had turned on this smoothly lush-bodied female into a raw, lust-deranged mass of flesh. If he'd known about it earlier, he'd have long since banged her cunt all to hell.
The erotically stimulated teenager sensed his cock stiffening into throbbing erection. He groaned softly, reaching down to pull his undershorts out and relieve the almost painful pressure feeling the thick hardness of his cock grow against his lower belly and wet the thin cotton pants with its seeping seminal fluid.
His breath began to spew in heatedly short pants as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes now staring feverishly at the naked older woman's sensually glistening cuntal lips. They were wet and quivering from the tongue swirling around them, as Sue's voice muttered passionate nothings into the air from her spiraling desire.
Fiery sperm boiled in his tightly virile balls as Alvin lewdly contemplated how nice it would be to shove his cock down between those softly fleshy lips. The mere idea of that warmly moist cavern closing tenderly around his blood-engorged cock caused it to jerk in his slacks, and almost ejaculate where he stood. This was just too good to pass up, and he wasn't about to.
Without another moment of hesitation, the youth stripped off his clothes, then padded barefoot across the living room till he was beside the bed. He gingerly stroked his long hard cock as he crawled onto the bed, unable to stifle a wild rebel yell of child-like glee.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she screamed, like some kind of weirdly sex-deranged banshee.
Sue Davis, her eyes clenched tightly shut, was at first only dimly aware of the young stud's weight sagging the bed. With his cry of unadulterated lust, however, her heart almost stilled in her heavily palpitating chest, the realization coming to her like a lightning bolt that somebody else was on the bed.
Her eyes flew open in stark terror, the blood draining from her face as she saw the lewdly grinning features of a naked youth staring down at her with uncontained desire. At first she could not comprehend it.
"No," she gasped in shock and humiliation. "Oh please, no, please. O-h-h-h-h-h."
"Alvin," Pauline cried out, lifting her face to look at her boyfriend in surprise. "What the hell are you doing over here?"
"Tom told me where you'd gone, baby," the obscenely chuckling teenager explained. He reached over and with an affectionate motion, rubbed the palm of one hand along the young girl's nubile thighs, dipping one finger tenderly between her roundly molded buttocks to slide down through her wetly heated cuntal furrow. "The kid told me lots of things, and I just had to check up on them, you know what I mean?"
"M-mm-mm-m," Pauline sighed. "I'm glad you did, lover. I'm glad you did."
Sue groveled in mortification, rolling her head from side to side on the bed. This was worse than it had ever been before. Once again she had been caught in the act, but this time it was in the perverted embrace of another woman. "Go away," she sobbed hysterically, her plea sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Go away. Please go away and leave me alone."
"Shit no, Sue," Alvin snickered as he crawled beside her face. He leered down at the cowering woman and bragged, "I've come to join the fun. You don't think I'm going to let Tom get all the good stuff, do you?"
Pauline Martindale giggled in lewdly excited agreement, and a helplessly sinking sensation gripped the older woman's insides, as she stared at Alvin's youthful nakedness hovering over her. Her mind blanked from sensible reasoning as he lifted one leg over her and positioned himself on top of her nakedly quivering breasts, his knees on either side of her shoulders.
She felt his weight settle down upon her, and groaned haplessly at the sudden view of his virilely pulsating cock jutting out towards her face, his round, sperm-filled scrotum brushing against her neck. She tried to squirm away as he leaned forward, but his knees pressed tightly against her sides and his buttocks rested too heavily on the resilient mounds of her flattened breasts to let her move.
She wanted to fight, to scratch at him and pull herself free, but at that moment the teenaged girl kneeling between her widespread thighs dipped down again and wormed her tongue back into Sue's hungrily throbbing cunt.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she sighed in rapture against her will, humiliated at her own reaction and the young stud's cruel laughter above her.
Alvin took the older woman's head between his hands and forced it up slightly so that her mouth was tilted level with his encroaching cock. The thickly blunt head of his prick pressed firmly against her chin, teasing wetly along her fully sensuous lips. "Okay, Miss Davis, now go ahead and suck my cock. Go on, suck it off good."
"No. No. I won't do that. I can't," Sue moaned, trying desperately to draw up and close her thighs from Pauline's continuing assault on her sensitively throbbing pussy. "I can't do that."
Alvin Artis pinned her harshly to the mattress with one hand, the other holding his aching cock in readiness. "Yes, you will. You love sex. You loved it with Tom. You were digging getting sucked by Pauline. What makes you think I don't like getting sucked?"
"N-o-o-o-o-o!"
"Yes! You suck my cock and suck it good, or your little adventures with freshman students is going to be reported to the Dean in charge of discipline around here. They won't let your bookstore serve students any more, you hear that, Miss Davis? Suck my cock!"
"O-h-h-h-h-h, you wouldn't report me," the blonde woman groaned in horror at the shocking threat spewing from the young man's sneering mouth.
"The hell I won't. I'll have you arrested for fucking, and sucking, and sodomy, and anything else I can get them to throw at you. Making it with a chick is a crime, you know. You better do what I want, bitch."
Tears of humiliation and fear streamed from Sue's eyes in a sudden burst of uncontrollable anguish. With bitter resignation, she realized that this horrid young stud would do exactly as he threatened unless she capitulated to his lewd demands. The sensuous tinglings from his girlfriend's flicking tongue only added to her torment, for even as she lay in helpless defeat beneath the kneeling Alvin, her efforts to escape the increasingly erotic sensations billowing up from her loins were all in vain.
Her traitorous body continued to react with involuntary arousal to the hungry lips nibbling deep into her love-starved pussy, causing her to lift her thighs up around the girl's skillfully playing mouth. There was nothing left for her to do but give in.
Reluctantly, she flicked her tongue out, the tip coming into wetly warm contact with the hotly throbbing head of the young stud's cock. She circled the smoothly rubbery flesh with hesitation, hearing him groan and feeling him twist above her. Finding the tiny opening of the glans at the very end, her tongue darted experimentally into it and tasted the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that were forming from his increasing excitement.
The sharply pungent odor and taste of his secretions caused her mouth to unaccountably begin watering in lewd hunger, yet she still was unable to bring herself to take all of his long, hard cock into her mouth.
It was useless.
The powerful young stud just quickened his thrust to match those of his girl friend. Pauline continued to tongue into Sue from behind.
"Suck, Miss Davis," she heard him command harshly above her. "Suck me good or you'll be sorry."
Sue tentatively nibbled at his pumping young hardness, coughing and sputtering at first till she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming sticky as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the young man's sliding cock. She could feel his youthful buttocks grinding down upon her breasts, and his fingers entwining in her hair.
She could feel his boyish hardness stretching and expanding inside her involuntarily sucking mouth, and she moaned piteously around it as it surged forward deeply into her throat, as though it were attempting to meet Pauline's lashing tongue. Sue felt her passion rising to an incredible height of ecstasy.
From below, the immoral young girl worked slave-like as she skewered her flicking little tongue into Miss Davis's widespread cunt with wetly sucking sounds. With lewd and eager excitement, Pauline could feel the cock-sucking woman's inner thighs hollow and contract around her cheeks with an untamed animal passion which almost drove her wild. Inflamed by her own building heat, she sucked faster and harder, licking mercilessly at the warmly smooth flesh, and teasing the hard little clitoris with her teeth.
She spread her own slender legs apart and drew them up closer to her belly in a kneeling position, her firmly rounded buttocks wavering high in the air behind her. Then she reached one hand down between her bobbing breasts and inserted an extended middle finger deep inside her own tightly clinging pussy.
She began to massage her eager, milking cunt with a pumping motion, finger-fucking herself to sweet oblivion as she sucked in rhythm to the frenzied buffeting of Sue's impaled body between her and her naked boyfriend.
The overwrought bookstore owner had never felt so abused or depraved in all of her sordid life. She fervently prayed that when the two wicked freshmen had finished using her as their private toy, it would be all they would demand. She licked and sucked the fleshy young cock in her mouth in an effort to end her subjugation as quickly as she could, mortified as she realized that her own insides were stirring with forbidden response.
Her naked buttocks squirmed helplessly beneath Pauline's girlish tongue, unable to resist the unwantedly rising tide of lust that was beginning against her will deeply in her spasming belly. O-h-h-h-h. She couldn't be growing to enjoy this. One sex partner at a time was one thing, but this was simply too lewd to want. If she gave in to her weakening body now, there'd be no telling where it would end. How far would she let herself go next time? She had to fight these passionate feelings.
The very hopelessness of her position and her complete surrender to the teenagers' perverted demands were more than she could withstand. Tiny ripples of an obscene fire danced through her shattered nerves, causing an excited moan to escape from her lips, betraying her fleeting resistance. In the end it was the very thought of how young and attractive Pauline and Alvin were that defeated her, the knowledge of their fresh, budding adolescence tantalizing her till she could no longer control the lust which burned uncontrollably through her flesh.
"Suck me hard, Sue," she heard Alvin pant lewdly down at her. "Tighten your lips and suck me till I come."
Sue did his bidding, enclosing the whole of his sensitive young cock in a hotly wet pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic band and trapping it inside her warmly moist mouth. She could feel the strapping young stud's pulsating reaction and began to suck his thickly hard cock needfully, swirling her tongue around and around his fleshy thickness as it slid in and out of her clasping, greedy mouth.
A prurient excitement rose in her nakedly quivering body from the meanly debasing thought of her mouth being used this way while the guy's girlfriend lewdly tongue-fucked her cunt below. She felt a weirdly masochistic joy. She was being defiled like a dirty whore, a common street hooker, by these two young freshmen.
The worst part of it was that she realized now she was enjoying it!
Tingling moans of servility came from her lips, locked tightly around the savagely thrusting cock. At any second this virile football star was going to spew his churning come into her throat and fill her cheeks till the hot sperm ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails. It was an ecstatic experience!
When that moment came, the debased woman knew she would be physically and mentally destroyed. She whimpered to herself in both shame and delight. She would never be the same again. It had been all her doing, submitting to her own evil desires for the freshman football player's cock. She had been lusting for Tom Martindale's cock, just as she had been lusting for the cock of young Ralph Winslow that distant day four years before. She had enticed Tom, just as she now knew she had enticed Ralph. And she had enticed Pauline and Alvin. Had she really wanted to, she could have fended them off. She could have fended all of them off.
Her cunt now throbbed hotly up against Pauline's licking mouth. Erotic thoughts filled her fevered brain. She intensified her sucking efforts on Alvin's cock. It screwed brutally into her lust-contorted face. It pounded her mouth mercilessly, but she loved it. This was what she loved best, being savagely ravaged by a powerful young stud athlete.
Alvin, above her flailing head, groaned incoherently as he stared greedily down at Miss Davis's cock-distorted face. The sight of the mature woman's wetly ovaled lips laboring around his long, hard cock was enough to draw the come right out of his balls. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsing and throbbing as he pumped demoniacally into the moist wetness of her saliva-filled mouth. The pressure in his scrotum grew and grew, and still she sucked away.
Suddenly, his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a tidal wave up from his balls and out the tip of his crazily jerking cock. He gripped her head tightly between his hands and shoved his spewing cock deep into her throat.
She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurts of his come flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm cavity and stretching her cheeks till they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing in desperation to keep from choking on the hotly foaming sperm as the young stud emptied his big balls in an explosion of violent lust. It was like liquid fireworks, engulfing and overwhelming the blonde bookstore owner.
Sue's voluptuous body worked beneath his, her thighs opening and closing passionately against the sides of Pauline's nodding head. She knew she was on the brink of orgasm as she arched her back desirously, the cords of her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face twisted around Alvin's still wildly squirting cock, and a low guttural moan erupted deep from in her belly around his deeply driving hardness.
"M-mm-mm-mm," Sue moaned. "O-h-h-h-h-h."
The bookstore owner felt as if she were losing her mind as the fluids of her spiraling release flowed out around Pauline's deeply embedded tongue in her ecstatically convulsing cunt. She felt and heard the young schoolgirl thrashing in her own insane throes of climax, but the sound was lost in the silent wonder of her secretions running wetly down the crevice of her trembling buttocks to soak into the bed below. The older woman gave one last mighty gasp, hearing Pauline cry out in a high-pitched squeal, and then felt the exhausted weight of her nubile young body collapse on top of her belly.
For a long moment, only heavy breathing filled the living room. The naked woman lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly, the rapidly deflating cock of Alvin Artis still stuck in her mouth. At long last, the man climbed off of her sweat-clinging breasts, his now limp cock slipping wetly from between her come-smeared lips. As the head popped out, it brought a splash of gooey come that dribbled over the aching lip of the lovely blonde. Involuntarily, her tongue snaked out and licked up the errant droplets of vital fluid, withdrawing them into her mouth to be swallowed greedily and gratefully by the passionate blonde.
Alvin's girl friend Pauline lifted herself off of Sue's gently throbbing pussy with a moist sigh of contentment. Then she crawled over to let Alvin cradle her lovingly in his leanly muscular arms. They were all exhausted, spent, but full of contentment and joy.
The conscienceless youth grinned with a happy smile of satiation as he hugged his young girl friend to his naked chest. "That wasn't bad," he sighed in obvious pleasure, fondling her firmly supple breasts with his hands. "Not bad at all, for a start."
"No more," Sue whimpered tormentedly. "Please, don't do any more to me."
"We will, believe me," he laughed contemptuously.
"Let her alone," Pauline suggested. "She looks pretty beat."
"But I haven't fucked her yet, baby. And you know how much Miss Davis loves to get fucked by a freshman football star."
"Oh please," the older woman moaned. She closed her thighs and crossed her arms over her breasts shieldingly. "I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take it now."
"Yeah, let her alone," the teenage girl urged her boyfriend. "Come on, let's get dressed. Later you can hump my pussy."
"Well, all right," Alvin agreed, though it was obvious he wasn't entirely satisfied with that arrangement. "I'll let our hot Miss Davis alone, for now. I'm not through with her though, not by a long shot."
Sue rolled over on her face and began to cry softly into the covers. She heard the soft sounds of rustling clothes as the two stood up and began to dress, and then felt a suddenly sharp slap across her fully firm-fleshed buttocks. The shock startled her, but she didn't turn over.
"Now listen, Sue-baby," she heard Alvin snarl, "You say anything about tonight, and it'll go a lot worse for you than for us. Just remember that we're all practically kids. This is only the beginning, so keep that tight little cunt of yours ready whenever I feel the urge, okay? That goes for Pauline and Tom too. We all have fucking rights on you, do you understand what I'm talking about?"
"O-h-h-h-h, you're so cruel," Sue wailed. "What have I done to deserve this?"
Pauline giggled appreciatively as Alvin laughed in derision at the helplessly disconsolate bookstore owner. With that, the young girl and her boyfriend walked hand-in-hand to the front door and left, slamming it behind them.
For a long time Sue lay on her soiled bed of shame, unmoving in the quiet of the night. Dear me, she moaned, what was she going to do? Those two terrors would come back time and again, and as Alvin had said, there wasn't the least thing she could do to prevent it. All she'd done wrong was desire a young man. It was a tragic moment of overwhelming weakness, but because of it, she was being forced to submit on command to his sister and that virile boyfriend of hers. It wasn't fair, yet what could she do?
The naked blonde stirred, stumbling with weak legs to where the Scotch bottle was standing, and then dragged herself back to the bed after extinguishing the lights. In the darkness she sipped directly from the bottle and contemplated the future, if such she could call it. Gradually she began to feel drowsy as the Scotch counteracted the terrible shame and horror she felt. She slowly succumbed to the warm lethargy, and eventually she drifted into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The events of the evening stayed with Alvin Artis. He had enjoyed himself, but he was far from satisfied. There was something in the situation, something in the utter degradation of the older woman that especially appealed to him. He was thinking about how to exploit that situation as he drifted off to sleep, and it was again on his mind as he arose to go to class.
He couldn't concentrate on freshman English, and he didn't feel like going to lunch later on. Instead, he sat in his car with a football team friend, watching students file out of the main classroom building. Alvin's handsome face was fixed in a thoughtful leer, as he watched a good-looking young blonde step out of the building.
He followed her with his flashing dark eyes as they riveted on the gently provocative sway of her finely shaped ass. He remained glued to her body as she stepped out of sight. Then he let out a deep breath, intended for the benefit of his companion.
The young freshman beside him was long-haired, and even more powerfully built than he was. Floyd Flacky was a burly defensive lineman.
"That was one fine piece of tail," Floyd said appreciatively.
"Do tell," Alvin mumbled distractedly. "She's good, but I've seen better."
"Shit," chided his friend.
Just then another freshman football teammate strode up and leapt into the back seat. It was Leon Lewis, the linebacker.
"You guys are looking horny today," he remarked, letting his bundle of books drop to the floor. He leaned wistfully over the back of the seats in front of him and spoke again. "Too fuckin' bad that one was a senior. A chick that age doesn't fuck with a bunch of low-life frosh like us."
"You sure about that?" Alvin questioned. "Any chick will get hot for a thick cock. Believe me."
"Bullshit," Leon said. "You'd have to take a crowbar and pry open a snatch like that one. Give me some innocent freshman chick so I know I can score. They don't yell, they don't give you hell, 'cause they're as horny as us."
"I dig what you're saying." Floyd agreed. "A few years of sophistication in a place like this and the women get too high-falutin' to fuck. Right Alvin.
Alvin was strangely silent. He was lost in thought again, and then he allowed himself the luxury of thinking aloud. "Some broads have a thing for younger guys. I know a blonde who's better than that one, and her thing is freshman football players."
"Don't keep this all for yourself," Leon said, standing in back and leaning way over. "Clue your pals in."
Alvin sat silently for awhile. Maybe this was what he had in the back of his mind all along. Maybe it wasn't just an unguarded moment that led him so close to revealing the sex bout with the bookstore owner. He decided to confide in his friends.
"I'm talking about Sue Davis," he said flatly.
"The broad who owns the little bookstore off campus?" Floyd said in surprise. His eyes rolled in his sockets and he let out a low wolf whistle. "She's some gal. I really dig that body of hers, but she wouldn't touch a bunch of freshmen dudes."
"Yeah," said Leon. "What are you talking about Alvin? That Davis bitch wouldn't look at one of us."
Alvin controlled his voice to a near-whisper. "That's what you two guys think," he said. "I have very intimate knowledge of that broad."
"Intimate?" Leon asked.
"That's right," Alvin came back, feeling more confident about letting the guys in on his secret. "I had sex with Sue Davis last night."
"Bullshit," Floyd sneered. "You can't make me believe you fucked that woman."
"No," Alvin replied casually. "I didn't fuck her."
"What then?"
"She sucked my cock," Alvin Artis said coolly. "I still don't believe this," Leon put in. "How can you expect us to believe a load of horse crap like that?"
"It's true," Alvin came back. In a burst of unabashed pride he leaned back in the seat of the old car and stuck out his chest. "Last night, right in her own bed. She was begging for my cock. 'O-h-h, let me suck it off,' she said. 'Please. Please. Let me eat you Alvin.' " He was speaking in a high falsetto voice.
"Shit," said Floyd. "If that doll said that to me I'd shove my cock down her yap."
"Just what I did," Alvin said. "And next time I'm going to fuck her. I didn't have time last night, or I would've, then. She promised me that I could come back anytime and stick it to her."
"Somebody get a shovel," Floyd challenged in disbelief. "It's getting awfully thick in here."
"I tell you I got blown by her, and I can get laid anytime I feel like it," Alvin said. "I could go over there right now if I wanted, and fuck the shit out of that blonde."
"And I think you couldn't without help," Floyd taunted. "Not unless you slugged her with a baseball bat first."
"How about us going over there and finding out?" Leon asked with a smirk. "Then we'd all know if you're telling the truth or not. You can fuck her while we watch. Put on a show for us."
"Shit," Floyd said. "We'll all slip some meat into her cunt. If Miss Davis is as hot to trot as big man here wants us to believe, she'll love it from all of us."
"Cut it out," Alvin grunted, trying to think of a way out of the comer he'd talked himself into. "We can't all go bursting into her bookstore and bang her now. That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of." Then suddenly the young stud stopped talking, a devilish gleam coming into his eyes. A wicked little smirk creased his lips upwards as his brain churned with new-found lasciviousness. "On the other hand, maybe there is a way."
"What are you thinking, Alvin?" Leon asked eagerly.
"Yeah," the handsome boy murmured, a leer spreading his thin-lipped mouth. "Why not? I bet she will, too."
"You mean really do it?" Floyd asked anxiously. "Hey, now, we were just kidding around. Alvin. We can't do that. I mean, she'd scream bloody murder, and then we'd all land up with our asses in jail or something."
Alvin cast a glare in the tall, somewhat beefy guy who sat beside him. "What's the matter, Floyd? You called me on it. You going to chicken out now? Don't you worry, Miss Davis is cool. Let's do it. We don't have a thing to worry about. She won't say one damned thing to anyone. I can guarantee that."
Now all three young studs sat up to look at one another in the old jalopy. Slyly sensuous grins began to spread across their youthful faces. Lewd gleams leaping into their eyes, they all mulled over the possibility of getting into the panties of the luscious blonde bookstore owner.
"Hot shit," Leon chuckled obscenely, nodding his shaggy, unkempt head slowly. "If you're sure she won't kick up a storm, why the fuck now?"
"Well maybe a little at first," Alvin acknowledged. "That's only natural with women, till they get going. Remember when we fuck the first time. The girl screamed and yelled at first, but then she dug it, right? Miss Davis ain't going to set up any big fuss that might tip off the campus cops or anything like that."
"How can you be so sure?" Floyd asked.
"Because I'm telling you, that's how. Now, I'm going over there, even if you two aren't," Alvin said, looking from one to the other of them. "Anybody for cutting class and fucking Miss Davis?"
The two other football players nodded in agreement, and then Leon sat back in the rear seat. While the other two talked animatedly about what they were going to do, he sat thinking it all over. A weird gleam came into his eyes, as if he were visualizing what he was going to do. Finally, his reverie was disturbed by Alvin's voice.
"How does that sound, Leon?" the obviously excited youth asked him.
"Huh?"
"I say what do you think of our plans. We'll fuck her sweet cunt to a fare-thee-well."
"Yeah, sure," said Leon absently.
"You don't sound enthusiastic," said Floyd.
"Shit," Leon came back. "I sure as hell am. I was just thinking. There's something I might like to try out on that broad, something I heard about, but never had the nerve to really try." The others were all ears. "I wonder," Leon said thoughtfully.
CHAPTER NINE
The events of the previous day were also weighing heavily on the mind of the blonde bookstore owner. She had spent a terrible morning, awakening with a headache from the tension and drinking of the day before. She had awakened from a drug-like stupor, finding it early morning, and she had tried to shower away the recollections of what she had done.
She put on a lovely pink shift, then spent the balance of the morning trying to figure a way to put the terrible events of the previous day behind her. She hated the thought of the lewd things that Alvin and Pauline had done to her. Still more repugnant to her was the knowledge of her own depraved submission.
She couldn't help the constant nagging guilt of having bargained willingly, giving herself to the two teenagers' perverted lusts with wanton shamelessness. This was more frightening than anything else, and she couldn't help wondering where it would end. What was to become of her now?
She walked through her tiny bookstore like a caged animal prowling around its bars for escape. The blinds were down and the closed sign was on the door. There was no question in her mind that she was in no condition to face a throng of students, some of them freshmen footballers, practicing in the field across the street after classes.
At the moment, she could not conceive of ever facing anybody again. Her disgrace, she was certain, must be as conspicuous as the sun itself. Why had she done all this? How had it ever happened?
She reached nervously for a package of cigarettes on a book shelf. Then her hand froze, for the butts reminded her of the marijuana cigarette that had made her so uninhibited the day before. She shivered, withdrawing her hand despite the fact she knew the cigarettes on the shelf were harmless. She .felt a cold, clammy shiver steal through her at the mere recollection of what that drug had made her do.
Yet, for all her bitter rationalizations, she could not blame anybody except herself. Drugged or not, she had willingly allowed her naked body to become unspeakably, wantonly depraved. Had she been a stronger person herself and not allowed her own lewd passions to control her, the whole repulsive nightmare would have, been averted. That was like crying over spilt milk. It had happened. It was a reality.
The appalling truth must stay locked in her heart, there to remain hidden for all time. Alvin Artis had been perfectly right, to expose the whole hideous episode would be equal to slitting her own throat. There were three of them now, and it was her word against theirs. They would get together and say this older woman trapped them, gave them drugs, seduced them, and made them perform perverted acts: oral sex and lesbian activities!
She would be ridden out of the small midwestern town on a rail. She'd be lucky if she weren't strung up, murdered, lynched by an angry mob.
She made up her mind. There was simply no alternative. She had to leave town of her own free will. She had to get out as soon as she could, or she would face certain ruin. She was beaten. There was no other way out.
Before this day was over, she vowed, she would find the strength to pack her bags and drive away, never to return to this college town where some horrible demon had been brought out in her by Ralph Winslow four years before, returned to some resting place deep within her like an evil genie, only to be brought out again by Tom Martindale, by his sister Pauline, and by that brute Alvin Artis.
She could quickly arrange with the landlord to have the lease on the store canceled. Her only dread was that Pauline or Alvin would show up before she had time to pull herself together. She could only hope that the freshmen tormentors would leave well enough alone for the next few hours. She could be out of town by the time they decided they wanted, to have some more fun with her.
She had to get started. Somehow, she couldn't seem to find the will to organize her sudden flight. Was there something in this hellish town that kept her from leaving, or was it purely something within herself?
A sound at the front door of the shop snapped Sue from her tormenting reverie. She stopped, frozen in despair as she realized she must have overlooked locking the door that morning in her haste. The door opened slowly, a beam of sunlight falling across the bare floor, and in its shaft she saw the silhouette of a young man. The dark outline paused, the patch of sunlight widening as the youth hesitantly pushed the door open further.
For a single horrifying second, Sue was positive it was that brutish Alvin Artis, returning to give her more hell.
"Who's there, who is it?" she gasped out, the blood draining from her face in sudden terror almost to the point of dizziness.
"Miss Davis?" an unsure, roughly-pitched voice responded, and then the bookstore owner sighed with relief. It was Tom Martindale.
"Oh Tom," she said, swallowing the thick lump which had concealed in her throat, the tension inside her melting away. "Oh, it's only you."
The eighteen-year-old youth walked in the store, the front door closing behind him automatically. "I wanted to see you again, Miss Davis. Pauline told me everything was better now, that you didn't hold it against me that I, uh, sort of forced you into what we did yesterday."
"I don't hold anything against you, Tom," Sue replied desperately, thinking of her troubles with his amoral sister. Then she looked carefully at Tom, one hand on the paperback rack to steady herself, becoming reluctantly aware that perhaps seeing this desirable young athlete again was more traumatic to her than another visit by Pauline or her boyfriend. "Actually, Tom, things are not all right."
Her sadness confused the inexperienced youngster, for Pauline had promised him that Miss Davis would be happy to see him, and his hurt showed plainly in his eyes. "I'm real sorry, Miss Davis. I didn't mean to make you mad at me. I got a little carried away. I thought you had wanted me to make love to you. "
The sincere tone in his voice made Sue immediately sorry she'd been so hurt. After all, he was not to blame that things were not all right. It had been her own shameless desires which had led him to her bed in the first place, and then later to the cruel nightmare of her all-too-willing subjugation. "I'm not mad at you," she finally said squeezing her eyes shut momentarily. "It's just that ... I know I enticed you to do what you did. I ... I...."
"My sister told me what you did last night."
"I knew as much. She doesn't understand me. It's very complicated. There was something that happened four years ago. It's so complicated, I wish you would just take my word for it." There was a long uneasy pause then, and she opened her eyes to exchange glances before dropping them to stare at the bare plank floor. "You better go now, or you'll be late for your afternoon classes. I'm not feeling too well right now."
"Are you sick, Miss Davis?" the young man persisted, anxiously stepping closer to her. "You need a doctor?"
"No, no, only some rest. Lots of nice, soothing rest is all I need."
Tom hesitated for a moment longer as if uncertain whether he should go as requested or stay as he wanted to. His tongue nervously circled his lips as he studied the sensually mature body of the bookstore owner, his brain swirling with the hopes of repeating what they'd done yesterday afternoon. He knew that they were all alone here in her store, and he could feel his temples pulsing madly with the force of his passions, passions which had been incensed ever since his sister had told him Miss Davis wanted him again. His mind reeled with memories of the incredible softness of the older woman's warmly rounded breasts, and he ached to feel the softly hair-fringed lips between her legs and rub along them with his fingers till she cried out passionately 'for him. His nostrils flared with the intoxicating female scent of her flesh, causing his newly discovered cravings to spread through his tingling loins till his cock hardened uncontrollably in his pants.
Suddenly, everything disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his budding maleness. Miss Davis's words of rejection were overwhelmed by the erotic sensations pulsing through his immature mind, and he was driven towards the irresistible temptation of Sue's blonde and womanly self.
"Oh, Miss Davis," he cried out in a strangled sob, and before Sue knew it, he had stumbled across the last few remaining feet between them and compulsively thrown both arms around her waist. He pushed her back against the plate glass front of the book counter, planting moistly rapid kisses on her cheeks and throat. The shocked woman gasped just before his mouth locked wetly upon hers, his tongue flicking out to stab between her lips in a tentative French kiss.
Sue tried to resist and pull away, but her senses had been caught entirely off guard by his abrupt attack, and before she could gather her wits about her, deliciously erotic sensations were rippling involuntarily through her body. Just the puckish eagerness of the hard-boiled youngster's fiery desire excited her. She could feel his stone-hard young erection pulsing against the softness of her belly as he held her tightly against his youthful loins, and in response, taunting currents of sexual fever burned hungrily through her blood.
Against her will, the older woman experienced a slowly growing yearning for the youngster, a yearning which bordered on the shameless lust that had led to her lewd seduction of him the day before. This humiliating realization sobered her slightly, and once more she tried to pull away from his enfolding arms.
"No, Tom, please," she gasped shakily as she managed to tear her lips away from his mouth. "Please, don't kiss me like that. Let me go. "
It was as it had been the previous afternoon. She knew she wanted sex. She was pushing the hot-blooded youth into doing something he didn't want to do. She was forcing him to rape her.
"You want it," she heard the young stud say, and it was clear that he was once again growing angry. "You're so beautiful." With that, his head dipped down to press into the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, and his hands slipped down from her waist to cup her lushly rounded buttocks. He grasped them with youthful eagerness and began to squeeze and massage excitedly in a hypnotic rhythm which matched the pulse of the older woman's heart.
Sue's inner thighs almost at once grew moistly warm from his caressings, her moral courage deserting her with the obscene urge to accept the young man's ardent embrace. She found herself racking her brain for any excuse she could think of to avoid what she knew would take place. As Tom pressed against her and kneaded the quivering cheeks of her ass, she wavered as though she would fall over if he did not hold her so breathlessly tight.
Sensing her weakening resolve, the young man lowered himself to his knees, dragging her down strongly with him and ignoring her feeble resistance. He pushed into her in his youthful enthusiasm, and together they fell back against the glass counter, then sprawled unceremoniously on the coldly wooden floor beside it.
Sue's legs inadvertently opened when she landed, the hem of her dress hiking up to her firmly milk-white thighs. Tom sucked in his breath, his flashing eyes seeing the crotchband of her white nylon panties, and the tiny blonde tendrils of softly pliant hair which curled out from around the edges of their tight elastic bands.
" 'O-h-h-h-h-h, " Sue murmured in a daze, struggling to overcome the obscene passions that were rapidly conquering her last defenses. She was dimly aware of his searching hands as they snaked around to the zipper at the back of her dress. She told herself to stop him, to stop herself before it was too late, but her shamelessly aroused body refused to follow the commands of her mind.
She was incapable of halting his fingers as they awkwardly jerked open the dress down to the tops of her trembling buttocks. She could feel the cool planks of the dusty floor against her skin as he yanked the material from her lushly ripened body and let it crumble in a soft heap on the floor next to her ankles.
He struggled with the unfamiliar snaps of her flimsy white brassiere next, and she heard the guy mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he ripped the cupping material free and her full white breasts burst tremblingly into the open air of the bookstore. He dropped to his knees beside her then as she writhed in smoldering, paralyzing desire, and fumbled with the elastic waistband of her panties.
The maturing youth was learning quickly, and he hooked his fingers inside to slowly roll the white nylon briefs down over the softness of her frantically quivering buttocks and legs, adding them to the small skimpy pile of her outer clothing on the floor.
There was nothing left. The bookstore owner lay nakedly before the youth, and she heard him panting with ungovernable excitement as he sat on his knees in front of her.
"You know something, Miss Davis. I've got to fuck you again," Tom groaned. Sue stiffened at the sound of the young teenager's obscene words, and yet their very lewdness only excited her more. She could feel a warm moisture seeping from the swollen pink lips of her exposed cunt, and she pressed her legs together to ease the fiery tantalizing sensations that were licking out of control through her loins.
"I don't think we should do this," she moaned weakly as his head dipped down. The young stud drew one of her tenderly throbbing breasts into the freshly hot shelter of his mouth, fastening his small sharp teeth with unintentional harshness into the hardened little nipple. She groaned, attempting to squirm away from the sudden spasm of pain, but his hands roved over the soft flesh of her naked thighs and hips, holding her tightly down against the dirty floor.
A fiery need was boiling like a volcano in her tautly rippling belly, and her head fell limply back onto the wood planking as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling skin of her sensitive upper thighs. Her breathing deepened as he brazenly slid down between her involuntarily widening legs to tease the hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she knew in shameful anguish that it was too late. It was too damned late, and she knew it.
"Can I fuck you, Miss Davis?" Tom asked. "Without having to rape you this time?" The young man could have taken her roughly once more, but he sensed her submissive surrender to the lewd desires coursing through both their impassioned bodies. "Don't make me beat you into submission again," he threatened.
"O-h-h-h-h-h. Y-e-s-s-s-s-s," the older woman groaned mindlessly. She was a slave to the obscene surges of forbidden lust that were making her ache to have this delectable young stud's hot young cock inside her hungering cunt once again.
There was no thought in her mind but the anticipation for the moment he would thrust his hard virile cock deep into her eagerly throbbing cunt. She knew she could hardly wait any longer, and reached up to unzip his pants, dipping her fingers inside to frantically search for his thick young hard-on.
"O-h-h-h-h, Tom, darling Tom, your beautiful cock. It's so wonderful," Sue breathed softly. She felt his hand sliding into the heated depths of her lushly moistened cuntal crevice, slipping inside her smoothly wet cuntal walls till she wriggled her naked hips up to get more of the delicious sensation. Probing through the frontal opening of his thin cotton underpants, she grasped his pulsing shaft of hardened young flesh, sighing in perverted delight, as she drew it out and gazed at its blood-swollen young length. She began to excitedly stroke it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger as a deeply pulsating glow of passion spread through her loins and breasts.
"The bed, Tom. Let's go into my apartment and use the bed," she breathed thickly, her mind flooded by the obscene pleasure that was coursing through her veins. "Somebody might come in the store like you did and see us."
"I wouldn't worry about that, Sue. Nobody would mind watching you get screwed." The voice was rough and came from somewhere behind them. "It beats the hell out of going to class this afternoon."
"Or even to football practice," another voice said.
Both Sue and Tom stiffened with shock, and the blood chilled in the older woman's veins as she recognized that second voice. Horrified, she tore her eyes away from the quivering young cock she had pulled from the front of Tom's trousers, and lifted her head to look over at the door. As she'd suspected, Alvin Artis stood at the entrance, and crowding around on either side of his powerful body were two of the other roughnecks she'd seen practicing on the freshman football practice field.
"Oh no!" she gasped.
"Yes, Miss Davis," Alvin snickered cruelly. "Seems I'm always catching you doing something you shouldn't, doesn't it? First Pauline was eating your pussy, and now you're about to fuck her twin brother."
"Oh please, Alvin. Enough," Sue haltingly began, but the young stud only laughed at her, closing the door behind him as all three of them trooped into her little bookstore, crowding around her and Tom. She felt a sinking sensation, knowing that all hope was gone.
"Don't get upset, Tom," Alvin said, patting his friend on the back.
Tom just shrugged over Sue. "Don't make any difference to me," he said. "After what you told me about last night, I guess she's into a gang-bang scene anyway. Just as long as I get my share."
The others laughed lewdly.
Sue's head was spinning with shame and fear, and as she slowly regained her wits, a hollow dread began to spread through her. She cringed nakedly back against the glass cabinet as they came towards her. She recognized the oversized lout with the shaggy hair as a boisterous football lineman named Floyd. The other fellow, leaner but just as athletic in build was Leon, or that's what they had always called him shouting across the football practice field after classes each day.
They moved closer, encircling her and Tom, ugly, carnal leers contorting their fresh, beardless faces as they stood with their legs arrogantly spread apart.
"Whew, Miss Davis," Leon blurted out in open-mouthed awe. "You sure are a well-stacked piece of ass. I've never seen tits like those before." Sue stared speechless up at his lecherous face, and then shook her head as she gazed into the small pitiless eyes of the one named Floyd. It was obvious that they were about to gang-fuck her, and it came to her in a sudden realization. If the weird trickle of pleasure that crept through her body was any indication, she thought, it might even be what some devilish inner self of hers secretly wanted.
CHAPTER TEN
Sue gaped from one to the other of the youthful faces, wearing their masks of lust. "No, please go away," she whimpered. "I don't want you here. Please leave me alone."
"We only want some fun with you," Leon said. "You know, like Alvin had last night, and Tom had yesterday afternoon."
Sue's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside out. She suddenly felt nauseous as vivid memories of Alvin crouched over her face with his rapacious young cock shoved all the way down her throat flooded her mind. The fate the four boys had in mind for her now became as obvious to her as if they'd spoken it. "Why?" she heard herself ask foolishly. "Why me? I haven't hurt anyone."
A wave of obscene chortles rained down at her for answers, and Alvin thrust his thumbs behind his belt and arrogantly said, "You're getting yourself all up-tight, Miss Davis. Here you are all set to have Tom screw you, and you act like you don't want us. Why, you ought to be happy. We're giving you your chance to get your fill of freshman football studs. Isn't that what you want?"
"Sure," Floyd added with a lewd chuckle." You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you."
"If you're not," Alvin added with savage glee, "You just remember what I told you last night, about cooperating."
With an agonizing moan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head fall back against the dirty floor. There would be no way out, not if she could hope to save herself from Alvin's threatened exposure. She was physically outnumbered and trapped by her own guilt in seducing young Tom yesterday afternoon. "Don't," she whined fearfully. "I beg of you, don't. Don't hurt me."
"Let's go guys," Tom called out. "Fuck her."
"Save me Tom," Sue cried out.
"A good fuck never hurt a girl," the young stud said coldly.
Sue gazed up at him, her last hope ebbing. She was suddenly filled with an insane desire to escape. She scrambled to her feet. If she could only get away, if only for the moment, then perhaps she would be spared. She lunged for the front door of her book shop in a desperate bid to escape at all costs.
Leon and Floyd caught her easily, and threw her down on the cold floor. Her breath came in ragged, sucking gasps as she helplessly watched Alvin and Floyd strip themselves naked before her. Her eyes remained transfixed on the thick cocks jutting from their virile bodies. Leon's was the biggest of all, a thickly blunt instrument of fearsome proportions.
Without warning Alvin slid between her legs, spreading them apart cruelly in his youthful eagerness. He teasingly fondled the soft-, blonde-haired pussy before him as Floyd watched enviously over his shoulder.
"A cunt like this is real lickin' stuff," Alvin rasped.
The tormented woman was forced to lie in unwilling passiveness as she felt Alvin's fingertips caressing her nakedly defenseless pussy. She groaned in abject humiliation as she glanced up to see the other three boys peer greedily as Alvin lowered his face, and buried the full length of his tongue into the moistly pink cuntal lips obscenely spread before him.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned, the young stud's hungry mouth closing hotly over her softly wet furrow. A convulsive spasm of unwilling delight shot up the full length of her spine as she felt his searching tongue lace snake-like into her quivering cuntal crevice. She ground her buttocks down against the hard wood floor in an attempt to escape the taunting, youthful attack, a whimpering moan bubbling from her lips.
Alvin licked expertly, lapping up and down her cuntal lips, then finding his way with the point of his tongue to her tightly puckered anus. His wetly lascivious tongue darted all along her sensitive flesh, covering the whole area from the top of her cunt to the pink ring of anal muscle.
"O-h-h-h-h-h, stop," Sue pleaded.
"You want to be fucked instead, Miss Davis?" she heard the muffled voice of Alvin call up from between her legs.
"N ... no," she moaned piteously.
"Let me know when you do," the sadistic young freshman footballer said, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through her with his mouth locked wetly against her helpless pussy. "Let me hear you beg."
"I won't. I can't," the bookstore owner said, her resistance leaking away with each delicious stroke of the expert tongue on her cunt and asshole. She couldn't bring herself to suffer this further indignation, not in front of the other three guys, all leering lewdly above her. The thought of begging these brutal young men to drive their slender cocks into her was too unbearable. It would be the ultimate surrender.
"Say it," Floyd hissed wetly down at her. "O-h-h-h-h," the helpless woman moaned, resistance fading rapidly as the lewd sensations from Alvin's flicking tongue changed her flesh into a mass of nerve-tingling arousal. "O-h-h-h," she moaned. "Go ahead now. Give it to me."
A hot need sped through the blonde's body, and she could bear it no longer. "Please!" she shouted out, and then she added unthinkingly, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
"Leon," Alvin said, "get her up over me, and then I can lie underneath. Sue, you suck Floyd's cock while I fuck up into you. And you Leon ... you just do your thing."
Sue couldn't believe her ears. They were all going to work on her at once. The obscene thought of the gang-bang caused her to groan with steaming desire and grind her buttocks furiously down against the floor in mad abandon. She had been driven to a peak of wild arousal, and her saliva-moistened cunt was flowering wetly and demanding to be filled.
Alvin shuffled around till he was lying on the floor beside the wantonly writhing blonde, his hard cock jutting straight up in the air like a lance about to be buried in a helpless victim. "Go on, Leon, get Miss Davis to straddle me. I'll ram it to her first."
As Floyd watched in lewd delight, the hefty Leon moved up and caught Sue by her shoulders, twisting her around so that she was forced to lie face down on the dirty wood floor. She lay without struggling, small gasps of passion and shame coursing from her mouth as the heavy-set young stud roughly clutched her nakedly quivering buttocks and raised them up. He lifted her over the supine body of his pal, till she was left kneeling on all fours like a bitch in heat, her face looking directly down into the lewdly grinning face of Alvin Artis.
The naked blonde suddenly quivered with renewed desire as she felt the blunt head of Alvin's heatedly pulsating cock press into the swollen crevice of her up-turned cunt. It slid in, bringing a moan of pleasure from her lips. The big young stud began to fuck in and out of her.
Suddenly she heard Floyd's voice say, "Suck my cock," as she looked up to see it bobbing wildly before her face.
Her wetly ovaled lips accepted it, and the smoothly velvet head was soon followed by the whole thick shaft. The beefy guy ground his hips into her face as he buried his prick in her throat. Then he withdrew it and began a rhythmic thrusting that matched the humping of Alvin's cock in her cunt.
Suddenly, Alvin called out, "Come on, Leon. Do your thing."
"Wahoo!" Leon yelled out. "I'm going to fuck her in the ass."
Sue choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. He couldn't do that to her. Her mind whirled frantically, and she moaned with rising horror around the young stud's surging cock in her mouth.
"No," she managed to call in muffled protest. "Don't do that to me. It's all wrong."
"Shit no, it's just fine," she heard Alvin say below her. "It's Leon's specialty, banging asses."
"Don't let him do it," she pleaded to the guy still fucking vigorously into her from below. "Please. It'll kill me."
"You'll hurt her. You'll hurt her," Tom called out, getting worried about the blonde bookstore owner. "You'll rip her asshole out with that big cock of yours, Leon."
"Naw," came Alvin's voice in return. "He won't kill her. Leon has always dreamed of getting it on that way, and Sue's the perfect target. Go ahead, man. Fuck her in the asshole."
"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sue groaned, as she moved to close her thighs. Alvin's hands grasped her tightly around her defenselessly upturned hips, impaling her immobile on his up-thrusting cock.
Leon leered down at the fearfully cowering older woman, and then he climbed between her widespread legs and found a position where he could maneuver without disturbing his pal fucking up into her cunt from below. He placed his hands on her nakedly squirming buttocks, one on each ass-cheeks, and slowly drew them apart till the tiny muscular ring of her anal opening came into view.
Sue groaned, and tried to tense her buttocks together again, but Alvin below her shoved harder up inside her cunt. She felt an explosive spasm of delicious sensation, forcing her to relax and allow the heavy-set teenager behind her to splay her ass-cheeks apart with his talon-like fingers.
Leon pushed the whole of his heavy body into the older woman's back, his thickly hardened cock laying tight against the warmly parted crevice of her buttocks. Its bulbous tip throbbed against the tiny puckering sphincter muscle as he flicked his young hips forward, immediately spearing into the tightly clenched hole of her anal canal.
Sue grunted from the sudden pain shooting through her body as the youth shoved forward and embedded his lust-swollen cock-head just inside her painfully quivering anus. She moaned around Floyd's thick cock in her mouth as she pleaded mournfully for Leon to stop. His perverted invasion grew, and she could feel her aching thighs being swept even wider apart as his thick cock tunneled steadily into her rectum.
"E-e-e-e-e-e," the helplessly kneeling woman moaned again, instinctively clenching her resilient buttocks together and trapping his youthful hardness between them.
"Uh, uh, uh," Leon grunted as he ass-fucked into her. His strong body was hunched over her, sweating profusely and pistoning with each surge of his hard cock.
"E-e-e-e-e-e," the blonde screamed again. "O-h-h-h-h, you're killing me."
Leon paused in his savage entry and began a gentle vibration inside the clasping walls of her cruelly stretched anus. "Hell, Miss Davis, we've just begun," he taunted the terror-stricken woman, and lunged forward to drive another half-inch of his thick young cock into her searing rectal passage.
"M-mm-mm," the bookstore owner moaned, while the brutal Floyd continued to thrust wetly in and out of her mouth.
The walls of her anal passage felt as if they were being ripped apart as the vicious sodomizing strokes increased, till finally all of Leon's fleshy shaft had been buried far inside her body.
Leon snickered in sadistic delight as he felt his balls scraping against the wide-splayed crevice of the moaning woman's buttocks. Then he began a back-and-forth motion, fucking in and out of her tight little anus in thrusts which traveled the full excited length of his ravaging cock.
He licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the inflamed reddish skin of Miss Davis's tightly puckered little anus draw back with the glistening shaft of his cock, clutching it adhesively as if it didn't want to let go, and then disappear inside again with his forward thrust back into her asshole, sinking his cock into the warmly buttery depths of her rubbery rectum.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sue grunted in excruciating pain. She let out a sharp scream. "E-e-e-e-e-e!!!"
The depraved Alvin Artis smiled obscenely at her, hissing, "You like it, Miss Davis? You like being fucked in the ass, fucked by three of us while your pal Tom watches?"
That made it a thousand times worse, to know that every action of hers was being viewed not only by those perpetrating the vile rape, but also by the young man she had hoped would help her, Tom Martindale. Now she knew that she had no hope for escape, either from the roughneck football players or from her own lascivious passions.
Sue groaned out her pain-filled humiliation to the lewd ravishment, her toes curling down against the soles of her feet as she was bucked up and down and forced to fuck and suck like a servile slave of love.
"M-mm-mm," she heard Floyd moan, as his cock grew longer and thicker in her mouth.
She knelt there, moaning and sobbing from the agony and shame, impaled by a trio of virile young cocks like an insect in a glass showcase in a museum or something. And Tom was the spectator to her shame.
There was also a weird rippling of thrilling sensation that crept through her devastated body. Any one of the three studs would have been enough to set her wild with desire, and the fact of that was horrible enough to admit. But here and now she was groveling on the dusty floor of her own book shop, with all three of them, all three delicious and athletic young studs.
It was too much for her mind to comprehend. How could she be doing this?
The three teenaged athletes lost no time in coordinating their savage attack on the subserviently kneeling woman, joining together in a smoothly grinding tempo. Alvin Artis began to fuck furiously into her hotly moist pussy from below, as Floyd thrust harder with long, fast strokes into the warmly wet depths of her sucking mouth. It took but a moment for them to fall into the same rhythm as Leon fucking into her rectum from behind, and they buffeted her insanely between them like a rag doll on a string.
At first the only thing the naked Sue could manage was to utter long continual whines as they crushed into her defenseless body with harder and faster force. But slowly, inexorably, her cock-filled belly began to respond involuntarily to the outrageous debasement. Unconsciously at first, the brutal pain began to recede, gradually giving way to an electric tingling which seeped relentlessly through her ragged nerve endings.
Slowly her whimpers of agony changed to low groans of passionate pleasings to be hurt, to be torn apart, to be defiled by the guy on the floor, and the one in front of her, and the cruel stud kneeling behind. They were filling her mouth, her cunt, her raw pink rectum with their merciless young cocks, and she wanted to be filled by them as punishment for being the degenerate slut she knew she was.
"O-h-h-h-h, yes. Yes. Fuck me, you bastards," she crooned around the cock ramming between her teeth. "O-h-h-h-h. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
She wanted desperately to wallow in fresh young come again. She wanted to milk these youthful cocks dry and flood her belly till their virile white sperm ran down her thighs and dribbled lewdly from her lips. She wanted to climax with teenaged semen surging in her receiving stomach and her cunt and her rectum. She wanted it to flow from every pore of her naked subjugated flesh in unending torrents of sheer lascivious pleasure.
A few seconds later, her weirdly wishful fantasy came to life.
At the same time with the rising tide of her own explosive orgasm, the bookstore owner felt the young cock fucking into her from the floor inflate even more. It became even thicker and longer than it had been! Suddenly it began to pour out its white seething load. The hot come shot deep inside her hungrily clasping cunt.
Alvin's come ricocheted wildly around inside, and then gushed from the hair-covered lips of her inundated cunt to rivulet down her trembling inner thighs. She tried to screw her buttocks downwards to suck up more of the flooding come. Leon began humping into her like a maniac, his sperm-bloated balls pressing tightly against her wide-stretched cuntal slit, pushing Sue forward till she buried Floyd's virile young dick all the way in her madly sucking mouth.
"I'm going to come," Floyd groaned above her head. "O-h-h-h-h, I'm going to come."
He jerked his cock suddenly from the woman's sucking lips, holding the thickly wet young shaft about two inches away, and with an expiring groan, let it begin spewing its pent-up semen directly at her face. Sue opened her mouth wide, and the thin, jetting spurts rapidly filled her mouth to the brim.
She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the delicious fresh sperm as her throat gulped rapidly in an effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock. At last Floyd's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of come, and thin strings of the sticky fluid ran from the tip of his dick to her glistening wet lips like lewd webs from the body of some lewd spider.
Sue desperately strained to take the deflating dick between her lips and lick it clean, but then Leon cried out from behind, savagely screwing into her forever-stretched anus with all of his teenage strength. His hardened young shaft erupted with a surge of semen deep into her hotly constricting rectum.
Sue was forced by her own desire to grind her thighs upwards tightly against the naked boy's pelvis, but her very eagerness only incited him more. The nibbling clasp of her anal muscle squeezed his thick stump of young cock, hungrily milking all his molten load spewing deep inside her body.
Her round, uplifted hips trembled as she felt the tidal waves of young come searing heatedly through every inch of her flesh. It was then that her own exploding orgasm hit her like a giant mailed fist in the pit of her stomach. The hot walls of her rectum throbbingly gripped Leon's emptying cock till the last geysering drop had been drawn from it.
She licked her lips, wiping her tongue around her mouth and nose to catch the remaining splatters of Floyd's come as her own climactic fluids flowing profusely into her sperm-filled pool of a quivering cunt. Her secretions grew creamy with a mixture of adolescent softening dick to the bare floor below them. It splashed on the hard wood.
The depraved bookstore owner felt drained of everything. All around her the young stud's were coming, and she was coming too.
She heard grunts and groans and sighs and moans all around her, as Leon and Floyd and Alvin came, and then she saw through bleary eyes that Tom was coming too. Watching her, he'd taken out his cock and was beating it madly with a white-knuckled fist. He was shooting his jism all over the wooden floor.
After a time, Sue's limbs collapsed loosely, and she sunk her head sideways to young Alvin Artis's leanly muscular young chest. Leon's rapidly deflating cock slipped from her mauled anal opening with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room.
When the youth released his hands from her hips, she slithered limply forward to lay spread-eagled, a cool rush of air flowed over her sweat-soaked form. She barely heard young Tom tearfully cry out as she faded into peaceful semi-consciousness.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Notice: The original pocketbook contained a "Chapter Eleven" heading, but there was no following text for that chapter. The next page was labeled "Epilogue" and there was text for that section. There was no break in the page numbering to indicate several pages had been removed.
EPILOGUE
Sue Davis did not remain in the midwestern college town long after the orgy in the bookstore. She packed the few things she had and made a quick sale of the stock in her store. Then she departed quietly on a morning when most of the students were in the stadium watching an important football game.
She headed for New England, where she had often dreamed of living, and settled in a small rural town where they lacked a bookstore. Using her knowledge of the trade, she quickly opened a shop that sold books to residents of several different towns around the one where she lived.
Her social life was non-existent at first, but then she began to get offers of dates. She was reticent at first, but then agreed to go out with a young lawyer who was a regular customer of her shop. He was a lonely man, for there were few people in that neck of the woods who shared his bookish pursuits.
Inevitably, he attempted to make love to the lovely blonde bookstore owner. She rebuffed him, but he was gentlemanly and they dated again. In time, she broke down and told him the whole story of her shameful involvement in the midwest.
He was sympathetic.
And from that moment of confession, came the beginnings of her first experience with mature love. She had sex with the bright young man, and she found it a very different experience from the horrors at the hands of the brutal young athletes. Then she could no longer understand her strange needs of the past. Why had she gotten hung up on those roughneck freshman athletes? There was so much more to be gained in a mature love affair. In time, she forgot all about her harrowing past experiences, and one day she agreed to marry her young lawyer.
