The hot afternoon sunshine bounced off the waves, sparkled on the sand, and sent brilliant rays of light scattering from the rocky bluffs surrounding the cove. Hidden within the cove, four young men played with their catch, while groups of surfers rode the waves onto the beach on either side of them.
Even if they--the surfers--had been able to see what was happening in the cove, they could not have heard the girl's cries over the noise of the surf, and they were intent on mastering the waves.
Beth Carson was stretched naked on the rough wool blanket, her young legs spread wide, her knees drawn back to reveal the pink folds of her crotch between the soft reddish hair. Behind her one of the boys held her arms, exerting pressure painfully when she started to whimper or to attempt to close her thighs. The attempts, however, were futile at any rate, as one boy on each side of her held her legs open while the fourth boy stood between the prize, slowly, tantalizingly, removing his swimsuit.
She knew what was going to happen and she was afraid, but the fear seemed remote, and all she could think about was the hot sun burning down from overhead and that this couldn't be happening to her, not in broad daylight. She had heard about it often enough, but rape was something for the darkness, something hidden in black places. Not daylight. Not on the beach. Not like this.
It seemed like a slow-motion movie as she watched the boy in front of her remove his suit, let it fall to the edge of the blanket and kneel between her legs. Her eyes saw but her mind refused to comprehend the enormity of his penis, thick and long, standing from the juncture of his muscular thighs like a log. He was going to put that into her and she knew, but she didn't panic, that it would split her pussy. It was too late for fear now, she thought and continued to wonder why it was happening and why the sun was so bright.
The boy was sexually .wise and he didn't immediately shove his cock into the fear-dry cleft between Beth's legs. Instead he insinuated a thick finger there, moving it with irritating slowness until he found the little nub of pleasure that she had fingered herself so very often. Despite the force she found some pleasure as his finger worked gently over her clit, firing it warmer and warmer, until she shuddered as her lubrication oozed out and slid maddeningly down the dry sensitive folds of her cunt and his finger followed wetly until it could make easy entrance into her hole. Words, sweaty and nervous, came from the boys. She heard one or all of them except the boy between her widespread thighs urge him on to get with the program. She cried out as the full implication of what was about to happen to her made itself felt, but the pressure on her arms warned her more than the threats of the boys to stifle her cry. Her eyes clamped shut, but she could still see the hot brightness of the sun through her lids, all red, and she thought of blood.
She opened her eyes when she felt the finger withdraw and suddenly felt heavy hands kneading on her breasts. The prematurely full globes of flesh had been played with before, by some boys on dates, but always through the protection of her bra and blouse, and by herself in the privacy of her bath. But those had been gentle and very pleasurable things for her. Now there was some pain as the boy's hands closed over her breasts harshly, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipples. And then he moved his hands away and she felt her widespread cunt being pried apart even further, and then the hot thick knob of his cock slowly pressed forward. She couldn't help herself and her legs snapped together, breaking the hold that the two boys on each side of her had. But it was only an instant of prevention. Her knees were yanked wide apart again, and the hot, heavy pressure of the boy's cock, damp then with the moisture of her cunt, pushed slowly into her body. It entered. Beth felt that she was being split. The thick cock withdrew a fraction of an inch and the pain roared through her body even when she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should have felt some relief, and when she thought that he was actually going to withdraw entirely she felt him hammer his rod deep into her body. The pain seared up from between her legs and seemed to burn right up to her throat, drying it instantly with fear, and effectively choking off the cry that she had made.
His mouth was suddenly down, covering hers, teeth crushing her lips painfully until she had to open her mouth and accept his tongue. She tried to bite him, but his hands squeezed her large breasts and the pain made her open her mouth. Gradually he withdrew his enormous cock from the bloody hole between her legs, only to ram it back again, giving her the feeling that he had grown in size from the slippery warmth her pussy now provided.
Beth had no sensation of his orgasm when it spurted thick and hot into the depths of her abused cunt, but she opened her eyes for a moment, long enough to see the boy settle back and laugh and then pick up her beach towel and wipe himself off. Was it blood? Or just the brilliance of the suit burning down? She wanted to faint, but there was a movement, her leg on one side was released for an instant and then taken far back by the boy who had just raped her. The second boy didn't waste any time at all with preliminaries, as, grunting over her body, she heard him say something about sloppy seconds and then his cock stabbed into the sore hole between her aching thighs.
The second boy pumped in and out of her, but there was strangely no further pain, only the vague sensation of something irritating her between her legs. She had a sudden desire to urinate, but the pressure of the second boy's smaller cock, not really small, just smaller in comparison to the first boy's penis, prevented her. And then. he, too, ejaculated and rolled away from her.
She felt little inclination to fight then as the third boy, the one holding her arms, took his place between her legs and slammed his cock into her pussy. The penis was almost as large as the first boy's, but still the pain didn't come right away. The numbness of the first two assaults was still with Beth, but then the third boy moved very slowly, almost easing his rod in and out of her until she could gradually feel how it was stretching the walls of her vagina, grating along the sensitive membranes, burning that delicate flesh until she cried out. Still he moved his thick cock in and out slowly, giving her the feeling that she was being scraped raw by some monstrous pole. Then the pain became so unbearable that she screamed, only to have a hand clamp over her mouth. And the cock rammed forward and withdrew, each stroke bringing an excruciating new twinge of pain between her legs. She felt herself on fire and knew that she couldn't take much more of it without fainting, but that would have been too easy. She didn't faint and still the penis slid in and out of her blood-come-mucousy twat and the pain rose from unbearable to screaming, only the scream didn't come because of the hand that was still tightly pressed over her mouth.
Tears blinded her in the afternoon sun when the third boy finally expended his sperm in her body. The fight gone from her with the final stab of pain as the third boy withdrew his cock, Beth felt nothing but the hot sun on her wet face. She was too exhausted to move and her legs remained spread wide on the rough wool blanket. The other boys no longer bothered holding her, but she couldn't move, felt no power in the world could make her move again.
Then there was the fourth boy. His words blurred in her head and she could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her left breast. He whispered, she thought, and coaxed, pleaded and then he simply told her that she must do what he had said or he, too, would invade the raw slit between her legs, pummel her with his cock until she was split from crotch to tonsils. Vaguely she heard that he wanted her to do something and fear, just fear, of additional pain between her legs made her nod her head.
"Just put it in your mouth, baby," he said, moving his body higher until the throbbing head of his cock was inches from her face. She didn't understand at first what he wanted to do, wanted to have her do, but he told her again and she turned her head towards the massive rod of hot flesh. Her mouth opened slightly, but she had no strength to move her head down to meet it.
"Suck it, baby, and I won't fuck you any more," the voice said and this time there was a cold threat in it. She felt herself being pulled over onto her side and then she was resting on the boy's legs, her plump boobies crushed against his hairy thighs by her own weight. "Now you know what to do," the voice continued.
From the blur of her mind, she saw the massive erection close to her mouth, her open mouth, damp, quivering lips widening more as her head was guided by the boy's hands until the throbbing, hot cock touched her. She felt a surge of revulsion toward what he was forcing her to do, but as she pulled back, strained her body to avoid the hard pole of flesh, the pain between her legs reminded her of what would happen if she didn't do what she had been told to do. Beth relaxed and let her mouth be guided down to the boy's cock, felt its thick warmness cram itself into the cavity of her head, fill her mouth almost to the back of her throat and then slowly withdraw, but it only slid back on the saliva-greased rim of her lips a few inches before it moved back into the intimate heat of her mouth.
The strange hands, firmly holding the back of her head, taught her the correct motions, moving her mouth up and down over the powerful shaft of manhood. She felt its thickness, nearly gagging at first, now swell, to her mind, to even greater proportions, but she had learned the movement. Her head moved up and down. Her taste buds sensed nothing, only the tactile heaviness and the heat. No more discernible flavor of the cock than she had experienced with other boys' tongues, just drier, thicker and seemingly much warmer.
Gradually the pain between her legs eased and she felt a wild gratefulness for the boy who had given her the choice of putting his cock in her mouth or her aching cunt. For a minute, she lost all idea of what was happening to her, and in her gratitude she bobbed her head up and down over his penis without his once touching the back of her head. Yet his hands were still there, resting and ever strong as a reminder that she had to do what she was doing, but exerting no force at all.
For all the fantasies of sex she had had during the last year, she had never once thought that it was possible to give pleasure with her mouth. Oh, sure, she knew, kissing was fun. But this was so different. The other three boys had done to her what she knew that boys did to girls. They had rammed their cocks into her cunt. And it was exactly the way she felt. She had been rammed in her cunt by cocks. The words were familiar, and the knowledge of what it was, was familiar, but the pain had always been something she had been warned about to frighten her away from her body. Until that bright afternoon on the beach, she had imagined that fucking, another word that she was familiar with, would be almost like playing with herself. Then, as the cool numbness crept into her crotch, as her head rose and fell over the boy's cock, she knew that fucking was not for her. In an instant she realized that what she was doing to the boy then was far better for her than what his rod would ever do between her legs, and there was no pain.
Beth suddenly was snapped from her reverie as the boy's hands began to pull her face down harder and harder. Again she learned in a moment that she had to increase the speed of her movements, suck on the fleshy stem and slide it in and out of her mouth with as much friction as she could possible create with her mouth. Her tongue held the thick knob back when her head was forced down hard and she sensed some little creeping satisfaction when it rubbed against the smooth hot end. And then she could taste something with the tip of her tongue when it slid over the tiny opening of his cock, salty yet not unpleasant. She wanted more, and she raced her tongue over the end of his penis with a flurry. Then she was rewarded with an eruption of thick, sticky fluid, again not distasteful to her, although she felt some reluctance to continue holding his cock in her mouth. But that was beyond her ability. The boy's hands held her head firmly down until his cock slowly ceased to pulse out the fluid and she actually felt the swollen rod of his cock begin to shrink. Then she swallowed what he had ejaculated. And she liked it enough to lick her puffy lips when he finally drew his cock from her mouth and let her roll over onto her side.
* * *
Beth wasn't certain whether it had been hours or days or minutes before that she had fallen asleep. The hot ball of yellow sun was still overhead. It had moved some distance into the west, but she knew that, it was still early. She was sore between her legs, and her mouth felt swollen and dry.
Slowly she recalled everything that had happened to her on that afternoon. She remembered the four big boys, college types, she thought, whom she had met at the hot dog stand, remembered their admiring whistles and their bold ways, and she remembered how she had put that special extra wiggle to her bikini-clad butt as she snubbed her nose at them, hoping that they would talk to her, fearing that they might. And then the daring. She looked at the sparklingly new convertible with envy, but she had walked past that, too, until one of the girls she had been with taunted her, said that she was afraid to pick up the boys. She went back. She got into the car and she felt the wild exhilaration of the wind in her red hair as the driver ripped through the curving road away from the beach and then back to another beach. She slowly remembered, too, each succeeding moment, as she got out of the car, helped spread the rough wool blanket for them, and accepted the can of beer they offered. Then the playing, teasing way she had run away from them across the lonely sand and into the cool surf, and how they had caught her, playfully--she knew it was only playful--and brought her back to the blanket. Then suddenly, it seemed, there wasn't any more playing. It all became very real as one of the boys got behind her and unfastened her bra, ripping it away from her body and exposing her full, ripe melon tits for a moment before she could hide them with her arms. And then another boy pulling her down, prying her Arms apart until her breasts were finally exposed to their eyes, hungry eyes. Even as she sat nude on the blanket late in the afternoon, she remembered the sickening feeling of what was going to happen to her when she felt a number of hands holding her and then the fingers creeping under the waistband of her bottoms, exposing her as the damp fabric was slipped easily down her legs and off her feet. She had fought then, but they were too strong, too many, and even then, in the humiliation of her condition, she hoped, she believed, that they would not do anything to her.
It had happened, and as she sat on the blanket, looking at the sun and the surf, she knew that she had brought it upon herself. Slowly, as if to see, to feel, that she was still all there, her hand crept between her legs, touched gingerly at the swollen pubes of her cunt and felt the dried stickiness of blood and sexual residue. Her hand was cool, and it felt comforting to the raw, heated crevice of her pussy, and before she realized it she was holding herself and feeling comforted by it.
Again she had that slow-motion movie feeling, almost like seeing herself on the screen from another time and place, as she reached for her swimsuit and put it on. She rose then, leaving the blanket and the towel behind, and began walking. She faltered the first time she got to her feet and there was a terrible pain between her legs, but the pain disappeared when she made up her mind to ignore it. The second try was not painful. It left her only with the feeling that she needed a very long, long, hot bath.
Beth was still dazed, and she only vaguely heard her girlfriends gush about all the where-have-you-beens and what-did-you-dos. And she was even more surprised that they were still there, just a half mile from where she had been raped and from where she had sucked her first cock. Beth went home with the crowd that she had arrived with, and she knew even as she was being driven back to the safety of home that she would never tell anyone what had happened to her that afternoon.
CHAPTER TWO
The doctor helped her down from the stirrups of the examining table and turned away, but he didn't tell Beth to get dressed.
"I guess you know what the problem is," he said. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Beth started to say something, but the words would not come from her mouth. She hung her head and tried to make herself very small inside the examining gown. But the more she pulled the gown down around her thighs the more it accented the size of her breasts which had become very tender in the two months since her attack. Certainly she knew what was wrong with her. She thought that it was a stupid question on the part of the doctor.
"Well, Beth," Dr. Kerr said, turning from his sink and drying his hands on a paper towel, "you know you're pregnant. I should guess about eight or nine weeks."
Beth turned and looked at him, tears in her eyes welling up and smearing the mascara. "I know. I mean I thought so."
"Want to tell me about it? I might be able to help."
She looked at the young doctor for a minute and then turned her face, away. With the old doctor who had even delivered her she thought that she might be able to tell the story, but Dr. Kerr was so young. He hardly seemed old enough to be a doctor, but he was, of course.
"Beth, these things happen to young girls. It's not the end of the world. Now why don't you tell me all about it and I might be able to help?"
Suddenly his voice seemed so sympathetic that Beth started to cry, huge tears began rolling down her cheeks, and slowly at first and then rapidly she told the young doctor what had happened that day at the beach.
He wanted to know why she hadn't called the police, told someone, told her mother, but he seemed satisfied that her fear was genuine, as was her shame. It was reason enough, he thought, to try to hide the rape.
"Four boys? And they all assaulted you?"
"Well," she stammered, "just three of them did, did that."
"What about the fourth boy?"
Beth blushed scarlet, but the doctor was insistent.
"He made me do something else," she finally said in almost a whisper. "He told me that if I did that he wouldn't do what the others had done, and I was so sore that I didn't want anyone to touch me there again."
"What did he make you do, Beth?" The doctor's voice had an edge of excitement to it.
"He made me put his thing in my mouth."
Dr. Kerr didn't say anything for a few minutes, but Beth could hear him shuffling around in his chair behind the desk. At last he spoke, telling her to tell him the whole story all over again, exactly how it had happened and exactly what had happened.
Again Beth told the story, but this time she had to embellish it with every detail that she could remember and when she got to the part where the boy forced her to blow him, the doctor's voice grew even more excited. When she finished, he seemed almost upset and made her go over the fourth boy's activity a third time.
"Beth, you should have called the police. Now it's going to be very difficult for you to get help."
"But you've got to help me, doctor. You've got to help me. I can't have a baby."
Beth stared at the doctor, her eyes tearful pleas to him to use his knowledge to help her without ruining her life. Those were her words, ruin her life. Kerr turned and looked out the window. "I suppose there's one way to help you," he said, his voice soft and almost seductive. "I could abort you and no one would know what had happened except you and me. But those things are pretty expensive."
"Please, doctor, I've got to have the operation," Beth said, jumping from the table and running towards him, heedless that the examining gown billowed out behind her. "Please, doctor."
Dr. Kerr looked up at the nubile young girl and gave her a reassuring smile. "All right, Beth. I'll do it for you, but what I meant by expensive was that I might be doing something illegal if I don't tell your mother."
"NO!"
"I thought as much," Kerr said. "But you've got to do exactly what I tell you. I'll do it tonight, but you mustn't tell anyone that you're coming at six. The office will be closed, but I'll be here. Just knock and I'll let you in."
Beth sighed with gratitude. The tears fell from her eyes again, happy tears, tears of relief. "Oh, doctor," she said and fell into his arms. "I don't know how to thank you." Without thinking of how she was dressed, Beth took Dr. Kerr's head between her hands and pressed her mouth over his. There was glee and happiness in the kiss for her, but then she felt the doctor's hands slip around her hips, press intimately into the soft bare flesh of her ass and she knew that there would have to be more than an avuncular kiss. His tongue pushed. through her lips and lashed about on the roof of her mouth and tangled with her own tongue until she felt a familiar heat grow in her loin. And all the time, moments or minutes she wasn't sure, the doctor's hands were manipulating her ass, kneading the firm flesh, touching nerves that excited her as no other hands had ever done. Beth wanted to melt in the doctor's arms, but she felt herself suddenly pushed away. Startled, she looked down at the doctor when she was put back to a standing position.
"Tonight," he said, turning his head away from her and fluttering some papers. "I'll see you tonight at six. You can get dressed now." He paused and then turned his handsome face back to hers. "I've got other patients, Beth. I hope you understand."
She walked slowly behind the screen and put on her blue denims and sweater quickly. There was something more to the doctor than just his professional skill, she thought. And she knew, knew even when the friendly, grateful kiss turned to something else, that he wanted her body, wanted to do what the boys at the beach had done. Instinctively, her hand fell softly against her crotch, soothing at first touch and then reminding her of the pain that she had suffered when she had been penetrated. But how could he? She was pregnant. He couldn't. He couldn't, she kept telling herself. With some difficulty and a lot of determination she managed a smile and a reassuring word that she would be at the office again at six. Dr. Kerr nodded and gave her his professional smile, but with a little something extra. She thought that she detected some conspiratorial note to it and it frightened her. She closed the door to his office and examining room and went past his receptionist without saying a word.
As she walked slowly home she thought that the world was mistreating her, everyone from the boys on the beach to her mother to the doctor wanted something from her. But she couldn't erase from her mind the warm feeling that the young doctor had given her when his cool, experienced hands had pressed so knowledgeably into the meat of her buttocks. Not that feeling or the panicky feeling of knowing that she was pregnant. Or the fact that she was going to return to the doctor after hours and let him save her from the damnation of a baby. But at what price? She wondered what the doctor would do to her to get rid of the baby and she tried to forget the warm feeling he had put into her crotch when he kissed her. But if he fucked her? There wouldn't be any danger, she thought, and there wouldn't be any pain. He was a man and he knew how. Or did he? Would he hurt her as the boys had? Beth tried not to think about it.
Later in the afternoon, sitting in a warm tub of water to relax, she thought about the doctor again and what it would cost her. Even now as her fingers slid gingerly between her thighs and reminded her of the rawness she had had, she felt herself thinking of how she could satisfy the doctor without being hurt. With some startling clarity she remembered the fourth boy's penis filling her mouth, the cramming thickness, the heat of it, and the hardly remembered pleasure that it had given her to hold his cock between her lips. She recalled how slick the end of the cock had been, and how had she almost felt some satisfaction, might actually have felt a great satisfaction had she not been so sore and frightened.
Her finger worried her clitoris while she was thinking about the final experience on the beach, and when she at last clamped her thighs together in the rapidly cooling water of the bathtub she was surprised to find herself sucking her thumb. It had all seemed so natural, and as she dried herself with a rough turkish towel she knew that it had not been the finger of the hand between her legs that had given her such a sense of satisfaction, but the added thrill of her own thumb in her mouth. Sitting on the edge of her bed and waiting for the time to leave the apartment, she tried to understand how it was that her finger excited her in a little way and that an actual penis, for she knew that was what her finger represented, was so painful. And then, on the other hand, and she laughed at the pun, how pleasurable it had been sucking her own thumb. Yet her own finger had not been painful as the actual cocks of the boys' had been. Dr. Kerr's cock would be big, but it would be gentle, and as soon as she thought that she knew that she was fooling herself. She decided not to go and grew more relaxed as the hour drew near, but when it was fifteen minutes to six, she visualized herself bloated like a balloon and ready to have a baby. She left the house quietly, having made some excuse for not coming home until late. She didn't wait for protest from her mother, but there was none anyway.
* * *
Beth hesitated for a few minutes before obeying the doctor's order to take her clothes off. There was so much that she wanted to ask him. She wanted to know how much it would cost, but she knew that the payment was not to be in money. Slowly she stripped down her tight blue denims, baring the full lush curves of her haunches, covered meagerly in a wispy bikini-style pair of panties. Carefully she folded them and draped them over the chair and pulled the sweater over her head, leaving her torso clad in an equally revealing skimpy brassiere, her big breasts almost pouring over the lightweight fabric. She had worn only sneakers without socks and suddenly, as she stood before the doctor in her panties and bra, she felt like Salome must have felt before dropping the seventh veil. She hesitated again, but slowly removed the bra when she heard the doctor cough.
Her firm and full breasts jutted out, free it seemed from the confinement of the bra. Beth felt some release when she let them go, much as she always did when she took off the too small bra. It was too small only because she was reluctant to tell her mother that her boobs had grown--especially since she suspected they had swollen with a pregnancy. Taking the bra off was a relief and a revelation-as she heard the doctor groan with admiration. She knew it was admiration. She had heard the sigh before. When a few boys had necked with her. And when the boys at, the beach had first seen her. She knew deep down what it was that the doctor was feeling, but far from being afraid of it--that male tension as she had been before, she felt a kind of power over the doctor.
"You can put on the dressing gown, Beth," Dr. Kerr said, his voice husky, for he was excited by the sight of the well-formed tits on the young girl. He had examined her that afternoon, but he had been careful then and he had not allowed his eyes to feast on the fleshy globes of erotic appeal. He had touched them, but that was the touch of the professional, the diagnostician. What he looked at, at that moment in his office that evening were no .longer the mammary glands of a patient but the beautiful fits of a very desirable woman. He felt his cock thicken in his pants and he knew that she would be willing to do anything for what he was going to do for her. He paused a moment and thought about what he was laying on the line to help. the kid: career, money, possibly his freedom. And his cock answered for him by pressing even harder against his leg, eager to escape the confinement of the shorts he wore.
"Come here, Beth," he said, and noticed that the girl had wasted no time in getting into the dressing gown that he had suggested. "I don't want to seem callous to you, but I'd like to hear how you felt when the boy's penis was in your mouth."
She had approached the desk while he was talking, and when the full import of his words came to her she felt the blush run through her whole body. He knew, she thought. He knew how she had felt.
Yet she couldn't answer the doctor. But when he leaned back on the desk and unzipped his fly, pulled his trousers down below his hips and revealed the enormous erection, she didn't feel any fear. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she would not have to have the doctor's cock stuck between her legs. And at the same time she almost anticipated stretching her lips to take the fat sausage of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over her dry lips and then her eyes rose to meet Dr. Kerr's. He smiled and nodded to her.
It was like a dream. She felt like another person as she sank to her knees between the doctor's legs and felt his firm, cool hands behind her head. Her mouth opened, her tongue again wetting the rim of her lips, and she felt the hot knob of his lance brush lightly against her chin. She needed no direction then. There was something inside her that made her want to lower her mouth and take the heavy rod of flesh into her head. And when the throbbing thick hose of his cock eased between her lips she felt a familiar twinge of damp warmth between her legs.
Her lips indeed stretched wide to engulf the doctor's swollen member, but she experienced no pain or difficulty in taking it into her mouth. Later she would remember how different it felt, sucking the doctor's cock that night, than it had been when she was rigid with fear on the sunlit beach. It was much better that night. The slick end of Dr. Kerr's rod seemed to quiver with each stroke of her tongue and, gradually, as she sucked and listened and obeyed the directions from the doctor, she was able to make him gasp with pleasure as the rough side of her tongue scraped around and around the sensitive area of his glans. He no longer had to guide her head up and down so that the length of his cock seemed to be swallowed by her mouth. She had picked up the exciting movement almost from the first and with a combination of power and passion she bobbed her red-haired head up and down, trying once to sink her nose right. down to the base of the doctor's cock, but he was much too long for that, and she nearly gagged when the hot knob-end caught in the back of her throat.
Suddenly she felt more excited than she had ever felt in her entire life--not that she had been so very excited before; there wasn't that much experience in Beth's fifteen years to make her very excited in this special sexual way. Her crotch grew very wet, and without thinking about what she was doing, she lifted the flimsy gown and her fingers found the little nub of pleasure that she had used so many times before.
Dr. Kerr groaned, and through the bloated, full-of-cock mouth she, too, groaned. Suck, go down, lick, come up and suck again, whip the tongue around the knob, taste it, inhale it, slip down and repeat. And she seemed to say the words or directions over and over in her head, until she found that it was rote, and that she did not need to remind herself of consciously. She was doing it and she loved it and she was doing it because this man--this man's cock--was going to get her out of a jam. And suddenly she realized that that was what it was all about. Dr. Kerr was going to help her out of the biggest mess she had ever been in in her life.
"That's enough for now, Beth," Kerr said, his voice weak with the strain that had been put on his emotions. "I said that's enough. Now get out of that damned gown and get on the table."
Firmly, but very gently, Dr. Kerr lifted Beth to her feet, held her close to his still throbbing and unsatisfied cock for a moment, and pushed her towards the table. He had already set up the examining stirrups and as Beth had been there before she knew how to adjust herself into the position.
She dropped the 'gown on the floor near where her clothes were and put herself into the wide-spread position on the table, her plump haunches hanging nearly over the edge, her feet anchored in the footrests. But there was something different. She knew it. And she waited for it, no longer caring what the doctor would do to her, even, she thought with a twinge of remembered agony, if he wants to fuck me.
Dr. Kerr pulled his trousers back up and adjusted himself carefully, but his cock still fulminated against his shorts and his mind told him to go ahead and fuck the hot little bitch. She was anxious for it and she was ready or she would not have spread herself so wide over the edge of the table. He stepped over to the girl, smiled down at her open crotch and then knelt before her gaping pink opening. His face brushed lightly against her thighs as he settled his mouth over her pussy. There was a moment of silence as his tongue flicked through the soft hairs, worming its way up her crack until it made contact with her clitoris. Then Beth cried out. She had never felt anything quite like the sensations that seared through her cunt. Her plump young thighs closed over the doctor's ears, but not enough to stop him. The stirrups formed an ideal limitation to her leg movement.
The doctor was a master at what he was doing to the girl. He seemed to anticipate each movement of her rapidly humping buttocks, and there was no way that her cunt could escape the expertise of his tongue. He licked her up and down, using his fingers occasionally to pry open her soft wet pussy and bury his scratchy stubble into the tender, wildly palpitating flesh. Through the muffled skin of her thighs around his ears he made out the sounds of passion that came from her mouth, crooning, gasping sounds that sent him into a fury of excitement. Then she could take no more of his tongue on the sensitive nub of her love pot, and with a little difficulty she extricated her feet from the stirrups and clamped her thighs tightly around the doctor's neck and let her body shake with the final spasm of her lust. She felt completely limp when the doctor finally rose from between her legs. Her eyes were closed and her breath came in deep gulps as if she had been running for a very long time.
Dr. Kerr smiled at her, unzipped his pants again, and let his long, thick cock glide. easily into her quivering cunt. Beth was too weak to protest, but the massive penis felt comfortable buried in her body, a new thrilling kind of thing that was gentle and strangely more exciting than the doctor's tongue. But as she slowly realized what he was doing a remembered fear of the boys at the beach overcame her and she locked her muscles tightly against the insistent penetration and withdrawal of Dr. Kerr's cock. Vaguely she heard him tell her to relax, that if she did it wouldn't hurt, but she couldn't make herself relax and the pain roared .through her crotch and came out as a cry.
The moan of pain shocked Kerr long enough for him to think about what he was doing to the young girl and about his career. Quickly he pulled his screamingly hard rod from the tight, wet hole of Beth's cunt and began to take deep draughts of air as if that would calm the demon that pulsed through his cock.
Somehow Beth realized what she had done, and sensed the doctor's frustration. "Doctor. Put it in my mouth," she whispered.
Dr. Kerr paused for a moment and then stepped over to her head. His cock was still wet from the girl's own juices, but she didn't seem to care. Her mouth opened wide and she seemed to be almost delighted that the hot fat knob of flesh was entering her head. This time he did not have to give her quiet directions of what to do with her tongue and lips.
Beth had learned her lesson and the lesson, she knew, was that a man's cock was a wonderful thing, so long as she didn't let it enter her cunt. She tasted herself on the end of his dick, and she liked it. Rolling onto her side she managed to make her head move rapidly, taking the cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes deep enough to almost touch the back of her throat and sometimes just the thick hot end of it where she could press her teeth gently over the plum and use her tongue.
The doctor watched the young girl's mouth work on his cock, felt her moist tongue lick under and around all the beautifully sensitive nerves of his cock until he knew that there would be no stopping the orgasm that was churning for release. Gently he placed his hands behind her head and held her hot mouth around his cock and shot the sticky fluid of his passion into her. He was surprised that she had made no frantic effort to pull away from the spurting penis. But Beth knew what was happening and she found a strange new excitement in sucking the doctor's cock, milking it totally of all the come he had. She even found herself wildly passionate as she swallowed each drop of it, sucking hungrily at the tiny slit on top of the knob until there was no more juice to be extracted from it.
Dr. Kerr pulled his cock from her mouth quickly and went back to his desk, leaving the teenager lying on the table. After pulling his trousers up and adjusting his clothing, he lit a cigarette and sat for a few minutes, letting the pure pleasure of Beth's mouth, gradually ebb from his loins.
It took him fifteen minutes to give Beth the necessary operation. There was some blood as he knew there would be, but she was a strong girl and was up, groggily albeit, an hour after she had dozed off. He explained how she could just keep using her napkins as though she had been having her period and told her to come back the next afternoon, again after his regular hours. Beth knew what he meant, but she was grateful enough for what he had done not to question him.
CHAPTER THREE
Twice a week for the remaining weeks of August and the first couple weeks of September, Beth went to Dr. Kerr's office after his regular hours. There in the soft light and quiet of his private office, she stripped out of her clothing, let the doctor examine her, and then went to her knees and blew him, sucking his huge cock deep into her mouth and enjoying each stroke her mouth made over the large male organ. At first Beth had been hesitant, but her gratitude for what he had done for her overcame that small failing, and then, as she grew accustomed to having his penis imbedded in her mouth she found that she was actually enjoying what she was doing to the doctor, an enjoyment born, perhaps, from the anticipation of feeling his expert tongue work its erotic magic on the hidden recesses of her cunt, the sure knowledge that she, too, would reach a heart-pounding orgasm after she had swallowed his come and sucked his cock almost dry.
The doctor, however, was not too certain of how he felt about the arrangement. There was the immense, almost unbearably sweet thrill of having Beth's young mouth on his cock, and the equally exciting thrill when he spread her young thighs wide and buried his face in her pussy, a tantalizingly delicious experience that sent the youngster into frantic spasms of ecstasy. But Dr. Kerr was having doubts about the frequency of her visits. On several occasions his receptionist had met Beth coming in when she was going out. It had seemed to go unnoticed, but then, the receptionist had made a few remarks about entertaining young patients after hours. Kerr knew that he would have to put the relationship to an end. Still, he never could bring himself to tell Beth that, especially when her lips were wrapped so marvelously around the head of his joint.
Worse yet, he thought one afternoon in September as he awaited Beth's regular visit, he had taught her a number of other things about male physiognomy that made her already talented mouth even more exciting. The very last time she had been in his company, she slid her finger up his rectum and carefully, maddeningly, massaged his prostate just as he was about to ejaculate in her mouth. And before that she had used her well-oiled tongue to slaver over his testicles, teasing him nearly to the point where he thought that he was going to come without her mouth on his cock at all.
Dr. Kerr toyed with his cigarette, rolling it over and over between his fingers, thinking momentarily of how many patients he had admonished not to smoke, and then coming back to Beth Carson. Stubbing out the half-gone butt, he told himself that he would have to tell her this afternoon. A number of excuses ran through his mind, mostly lies and some mostly too brutal truths. The lies, like extra surgery and hours at the hospital, would not be believed; the brutal truths were too difficult to admit, like the fact that his wife had made a few comments about his seeming indifference to her willingness to fuck. But he knew that Beth would have to become a past, a very silent past, he thought, if he was going to have any future at all.
He knew that he had behaved in the most unprofessional way possible. He castigated himself for the way he had acted with the girl, the way he had helped her without telling her parents. But he was not such a fool that he did not recognize that he, too, had been used. After the D and C he could have dropped her, but she had insisted on seeing him again and again long after it was unnecessary. And then she had given him a kind of backhanded ultimatum. It had not been a threat, but there was something very cunning about the way Beth had put it to him. She had simply--oh shit! he thought, how simply and naively--asked him if she should have her mother's approval for a birth control device. Granted, he told himself, lighting another cigarette, he should have approved and bluffed out the kid, but he hadn't. He had panicked and, against his better judgment, fitted Beth with an IUD. In a way, he had to laugh about her concern, and he told her that she would never ever get knocked up as long as she used her mouth as well as she did. Still, she had had him. His cock had betrayed him as it had so many times in the past.
His reverie was broken by Beth's arrival. For a moment, he thought that he would simply not answer the soft knocking at his door, let her think that he was not there, but he knew that would be a futile gesture. She would have seen his car in the parking lot. He snuffed out the cigarette and walked slowly out of his office and let Beth in.
"Hello, doctor," she said, her voice somewhat breathless, husky, anticipating. He looked down at her and could see immediately that she wore no bra under the sweater and probably no panties under the skintight blue denims.
Dr. Kerr smiled at her and locked the door. There seemed to be little point in making small talk. Get the blowjob from those sweet young lips and then tell her, he told himself. Eat that delicious little pussy that was so afraid of a man's cock and send the little cunt on her way, away, never to return.
Beth, too, felt the strain of their relationship, knew that it could not last for very long. Her mother was becoming suspicious about where she went twice a week, and Beth knew that she could never tell her that she was going to see the doctor. That would really have been a laugh. No, it wouldn't be a laugh. Her mother, Beth knew, would want to know exactly what was wrong with her daughter, would demand and would finally find out. She was tired of making excuses, even though she needed the thrill of Dr. Kerr's special kisses. When his tongue buried into her hot slot she went all to pieces. It was a thrill that no amount of warm, caressing baths or eager fingers could duplicate. But it had to end.
Just thinking about his mouth on her cunt made her feel that familiar warmth spread from her crotch right up through her whole body. She watched the doctor walk slowly back to his chair. Then she followed, removing her sweater as she walked and dropping it on the desk.
They had worked out a routine for their strange lovemaking. Dr. Kerr would drop his trousers and sit at his desk. Beth would take her sweater or blouse off and kneel between his legs. Without fail, he had always been thick and hard and ready for her eager mouth by the time she had settled on the floor. For a few minutes he played with her boobs, kneading them sometimes painfully, but even that felt good to Beth. Then his hands would press at the back of her neck and she would lower her mouth over his cock, stretching her lips wide to encompass its massive plum-head.
This time there was a difference in the action, and Beth noticed a kind of frantic anticipation in the doctor's behavior. He hardly touched her breasts before his hands were at the back of her head and she felt herself guided down to his throbbing penis. Sensing a really urgent need on his part, Beth quickly took the knob end of his cock between her lips and began a rapid series of flicks with her tongue. Her teeth closed gently but firmly around that thick plum, preventing the doctor for the moment from shoving his heavy cock deeper into her throat. She heard him moan deeply, a satisfied groan that told her she was doing everything just right. Then, without encouragement, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock and tickled the fingers of her other hand up and under his scrotum, spreading his muscular buttocks wide enough so that she could insinuate her finger into his anus. She wasn't altogether certain how exactly this affected the doctor, but she knew that he enjoyed it, since he moved his haunches up to allow her better access. Then with a final flurry of her tongue over the end of his teeth-imprisoned cock, she relaxed her jaws and bobbed her head down, taking almost the full length of his member into her mouth. Up and down her head went, faster and faster, until Dr. Kerr's hands froze on the back of her neck and held her motionless as his cock pumped a thick stream of come into the back of her throat.
Beth swallowed quickly to avoid gagging on the slippery, warm fluid, but she still held his cock in her mouth, careful then to avoid whipping it with her tongue until he had finished ejaculating. She enjoyed this part of her love-making almost as much as that first moment when her lips closed around the hot, dry head of his cock. She held in the hot cavity of her head until he had completed his come and she waited until the thick stem of flesh began to soften before letting it slip from her wet lips.
A few minutes later, Beth was flat on her back, her knees pressing against her shoulders, her hot crack spread wide by the doctor's hands. She squirmed around on the examining table, impatient then for that first thrust of Dr. Kerr's tongue into the wet crevice of her pussy, impatient and slightly ill at ease feeling his warm breath so close to her open bottom. She could feel it waft lightly over her entire crotch, tickling even the dark, tight hold of her anus, and she wondered idly if he would sink his tongue into that again as he had so often done in the past. She was about to say something when his mouth fell on her damp opening, his tongue stabbing out with pure pleasure into the depths of her cunt and searingly up and down and around the sensitive pink folds, coming to rest at last on her clitoris. She felt his lips close over the nub, form a suction cup around it and then suck it into his warm mouth: She closed her thighs slightly, feeling a new thrill as the soft flesh of her upper legs brushed against the stubble of his beard. And then she twitched and ground her hips high to meet the onslaught of his tongue as it danced madly over and around her clit, bringing soft croons of wild pleasure from her throat, with the flaming feeling of being consumed.
When it was over, Beth giddily found herself still wrapped around the doctor's neck, her soft thighs pressing and pumping his head until she could stand his tongue between her legs no longer. She unwound and let his head go, watched, with a strange sense of triumph, as he licked his lips and took deep draughts of air before standing up and walking back to his desk.
Beth dressed quickly, feeling the crotch of her panties grow moist as they absorbed the juices of her passion. She didn't care, however, since she washed her own underthings, and she cared even less at that moment, as she was still in the daze of that sweet, liquidy feeling of satisfaction. For a mad instant, she felt so purely pleased that she wanted to go down on the doctor again, suck him harder than she had ear sucked him before, and make him share the melting sense of achievement that she had. She pushed the idea from her head and went to the mirror to rear-range her hair.
Slowly Beth walked over to Dr. Kerr's desk. She felt the flush of satisfaction slowly fade from between her legs, and with the fading came the knowledge that she had to tell the doctor that she couldn't see him any more. There were a thousand excuses to tell him, but he would see through them all.
"I've got to say something, Dr. Kerr," she said very quietly. "It's about us."
"Don't, Beth," he interrupted. "There can't be anymore 'us.' Do you understand?"
Beth felt a great wave of relief. He knew, too. And for a moment she was again feeling so grateful that he had not hurt her that she wanted to kiss him. Instead she nodded her head, blushed furiously at herself for having agreed so readily.
"It's not the best thing in the world for us to be doing what we've been doing. God knows I never really intended it to go this far. But I did. Try, try not to be a harsh judge on me, Beth, and don't think that I haven't enjoyed our thing immensely. I have. But it's wrong and we have to stop."
"I know," Beth said, her voice very small. "I'll be going now." She turned away and then turned back, her gaze directly at the doctor. "Thanks for everything, including 'our thing.' Goodbye, doctor."
Beth walked slowly homeward, hardly noticing for a long time that what she and the doctor had done had not really taken as long as she had imagined. Just as slowly it dawned on her that she had gotten everything that she wanted from the good doctor by using her mouth on him. He had performed the necessary abortion and had given her a contraceptive device. And both of . those important things he had done for her because she used her mouth on his big cock. She felt, for the first time, the power of her woman-hood, the strength of her sexuality, and felt too her own weaknesses, something that she felt the doctor did not know about her. First, she liked to suck and, she giggled to herself, she liked to be eaten.
Just thinking about the last scene with Dr. Kerr as she walked home put Beth into another mood of sensuality. The thing with the doctor was over. He was much too important to pressure, but she thought, she knew, that there would be others. School, she remembered, was about to start, and the prospects of all those high school boys made her smile. What she had learned about sex over the summer could make her the most popular girl in school, at least with the boys.
It was not that Beth was avaricious. She felt that her sexuality was something to be used, and even after she had been visiting the doctor regularly she always went with the idea that she would get as much pleasure as she gave. There was a certain kind of simplicity that she had that she was not aware of, innocence about what she had done with the doctor that only later began to dawn on her, when she realized that he had looked upon her as almost blackmailing him with her oral delights, in exchange for what he had done for her.
* * *
When she had finally settled herself in bed, she felt a new contentment come over her. There was the prospect of school the next day, a new beginning, and there flew through her mind a great sense of relief that she no longer had to see the doctor twice a week.
Bathed and clothed in a flimsy nightie, Beth made herself comfortable on the firm Mattress, picked up a book and read until her eyes grew tired. She turned off the light by her bed and shut her eyes, letting the sleep of fatigue and contentment close around her. And she dreamed of nothing in particular, not even the doctor's hungry lips and tongue buried in her crotch or his mammoth cock imbedded in her hot young mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Beth swirled her tongue over the velvety knob of Larry Gibson's cock, her lips pursed tightly around the stem of his somewhat small member, and all the while she bobbed her head up and down. While her mouth was thus occupied, her fingers played delicately over the wrinkled bag of his balls, wet then with the residual moisture of her mouth and providing excellent lubrication for what she wanted to do. She was waiting for the boy to give her that intense verbal and physical signal that he was about to unload his thick cream into her hot mouth, and she wanted to be ready with her finger.
Still there was a long time before she felt that familiar stirring in the boy's erogenous area and, while her mind and finger waited for the right moment, she let her cunt flow freely with the excitement of what she was doing, working her tongue around and around his knob, but thinking all the time that it was his tongue working around and around her clit and in and out of the slimy love pocket between her damp thighs. She had had to discard her panties and bra, but she wore her miniskirt and her sweater, although the latter garment was raised almost to her throat so that Larry could fondle her passion-bursting nipples.
Occasionally Larry's hand would slip down between her damp thighs and finger her crotch, but she wanted his mouth in that steamy slit and, while it felt deliriously sensual for a moment, she always managed to squeeze him away and shove his hand back to her tender breast. She knew that momentarily he would tense, and she was ready for him. Sometimes his finger, still damp with her love juice, pinched her too hard, but she liked it, and even in his inexperienced way he knew how to continue doing it that way since he could feel her mouth work more furiously over his throbbing organ.
When all the juices of his young body had finally built to a screaming peak of desire, he moaned and slammed his pelvis up to meet the wild cavity of Beth's head. Then, all her waiting over, her finger soaked with her own saliva, she shoved her digit slowly up his rectum just as Larry's hands left her breasts and clasped the back of her neck. As her finger expertly massaged his prostate, he shot his hot semen deep into her throat, moaned aloud, and felt his body pump more and more come into the girl's mouth, more than he had ever come before.
Beth laughed within her mind, felt her crotch grow more damp than ever, and swallowed the sticky flow of the boy's ejaculation, finding sweet pleasure in giving him pleasure. As she had done with her expert doctor, she held the boy's cock in the humid prison of her mouth until she sensed that it was beginning to lose its vitality, its thrilling hardness and smooth-skinned heat. Swallowing the last drops of his orgasm,. Beth let Larry's penis slip from her mouth.
Throwing her striking red head back, she took a deep draught of air, licked her lips and worried for a moment about her lipstick and the puffiness that his last surge at her had caused. But then she laughed softly and squirmed closer to his outstretched body.
"Did you like that?"
Larry nodded his head weakly. She had drained all the pent-up passion from him in less than five minutes and she had done it with her mouth. He was near exhaustion, but he had agreed to kiss her between her if she had been willing to kiss him on the cock. It was something that he had never experienced before, and even the thought of asking a young girl to do that sent him into reels of dizziness. He had read about it and he had wondered about it in all the fantasies of his meat-beating ceremonies, but no dream he had ever had even came close to what he had just gone through with Beth Carson's mouth.
"Now, do me, Larry," Beth said softly, blowing in his ear as she leaned down over him. "Eat me, Larry. I love it. Hurry." She kissed him on the side of the neck and rolled over on her back beside him. Her legs scissored wide with anticipation as she felt the heavily breathing Larry slowly slurp his tongue down the length bf her body, pausing with maddening slowness over her nipples before continuing down, a wet path of saliva as a cool reminder of where his mouth had been.
Beth knew that the boy had never eaten a girl before, but she was certain that he would do it, and she was still certain even though Larry paused just above the rich dark red of her pubic hair and inhaled her juicy femininity. She knew that he was finding the wet crevice something less than appetizing, but she knew that he had only to do it once before he would become intoxicated with the perfume of her love purse.
Expertly then she moved her hands behind his head and guided him slowly into dampness between her widespread thighs, hardly daring to breathe or move lest she lose him at this critical point. His head wasn't reluctant to move down between the softness of her thighs. He went down like one resigned to his fate, but he needed the encouraging pressure of Beth's hands behind his head.
Larry's tongue brushed through her pubic hair, a single strand of it tickling his upper lip, before her hands applied more pressure and his face was pressed against her cunt. He stuck his tongue into wetness, pulled it back to test the flavor and then plunged in between her pubes again. He wasn't sure that he liked what was happening, couldn't be sure that what he tasted might not have been something disgusting, but he threw the thought from his mind and lashed his tongue up and down the slick pink inner surfaces of her pussy. He was doing it, eating a cunt, and he knew then that he was a man. He had read in the same book that had made him want to be sucked off that he could never be a man unless he ate pussy: Forgetting his initial revulsion, Larry plunged' into the wet hair pie with new gusto.
Beth felt his quickening tongue dance up and down her slit and she knew that she had him for herself then. Slowly she pulled her knees back and closed her plump thighs around Larry's ears, caressing them lightly, but never firmly enough to make him feel trapped, as she so very well knew that he was. With her knees almost resting on her shoulders she rolled her hips slowly, twisting her clitoris as she did so down to meet the boy's tongue and lips, and when he brushed it lightly aside her hands guided him back to the core of her pleasure.
He lapped at her crotch, but even though she was enjoying what he was doing she knew that he had not yet the talent to really turn her on and send her up and down the sensuous heights. Still, he followed the gentle guiding of her hands and found the little nub of intense pleasure. "Right there, Larry. That's right. Lick that hard, sweetie. Ohh," Beth moaned as the boy's tongue and lips found the target.
Beth's hands clamped around the back of Larry's neck as she felt her orgasm rising. She pulled his immature mouth down hard against her clit and rotated her hips to beat a steady, thrilling rhythm against his lips and tongue with her clit, until finally she clamped her thighs tightly around his head and felt herself swooning into the delicious tension of release.
She held his head between her legs for a moment, letting the passion slip slowly and enjoyably out of her body, and then relaxed. Larry did not immediately get up, although he did move his mouth from the sticky lips of her cunt and rest his head on her thigh. Beth looked down at the boy and saw that he was doing what others before him had done after the first time. He was licking the unsullied areas of her flesh, but it was not because he wanted to further arouse her. She knew he was just cleaning his face.
The girl knew what the boy was doing, but she did not care. He had done what she had wanted to be done to her body, his mouth had crept into the secret places of her soul, spread the tender flesh between her legs and given her the thrill that she wanted for so long.
Slowly Beth pushed Larry away from her steamy crotch, pulling her miniskirt down almost, in the same motion, but leaving her sweater still up around her throat. She wanted to feel the cool night air on her fiery nipples and she wanted Larry to suck on them again, a kind of passing pleasure before they left the wooded area. But the boy was having none of her offered charms. When she pushed him away, he rolled over onto his back and let the flavor of Beth's cunt quietly evaporate from his lips.
"That was so good, Larry," she whispered. She had an impulse to say more, to tell him that she wanted to blow him again, suck him until his balls collapsed, but she knew that it would disturb him. She moaned softly in his ear and kissed him. It was enough for that night, she told herself.
* * *
More than anything else when she started high school, Beth wanted to be the most popular girl there. She had dated several boys, kissed a few of them, and felt very dissatisfied. She was popular, but she wasn't the most popular. And she wasn't the most popular because there was another girl who went with Larry Gibson.
But she won finally on that warm September evening when she sucked his cock and he ate her cunt. It was almost all that she had wished for and it had been so very easy. She had just been friendly to him for a week, showing up where he was and letting him know that she was interested in him. On the fifth day of her planned assault on Larry, he had asked her for a date and she had accepted.
He had wanted to go directly to the secluded spot where they finally did their thing, but Beth had only made a few flirtatious promises and allowed a couple of urgent feels of her breasts, her thighs and even her pantied crotch, before she insisted he take her to a movie and then to the popular food place. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to be seen with Larry Gibson, wanted it known all over the school the following Monday that she had been the boy's date on Friday. Instantly she had become the most popular girl in the school--by virtue of having been with the most popular boy, who was also the richest and the smartest.
For Larry, it had begun as the most exciting affair of his life--and he had had a number of them in his eighteen years. But as it was the most exciting at the beginning, it became the most devastating toward the end. Try as he might, he could never make Beth spread her legs for his cock, she spread herself only for his tongue and lips. Not that it was so difficult to take. Her wild mouth on his cock always followed what he would do for her, and sometimes, as on the first occasion, she would blow him first.
It was only months after the last wild party that Larry began to realize that Beth would only blow him first if he had been particularly insistent on screwing her in the normal fashion, that the girl had some strange fear of being impaled on a man's cock. Yet he knew, again from the experience on that last date, that she was not a virgin, had not been a virgin for some time.
The long school year was nearly ended when Larry, angry and humiliated by Beth over the way she would not put out for him, arranged the party. From some depth of strength that he might have inherited from his cold-eyed father, he stifled his anger and told her of the wonderful party that he was going to have. His guardian and the servants would be gone and just the two of them would have the house for themselves. The thought had crossed Beth's mind often of how she would like to luxuriate in a big bed with her legs spread wide and let Larry eat her, but there had never been an opportunity. Their meetings had been in the back seat of his car or on the damp grass of the lovers' lane. Whether Larry knew or suspected that Beth would want a big bed, clean sheets and a wanton naked togetherness he never let on to her. He knew that she had never been above the 'feast floor of the big house on the hill, and even when she had been there all intimations of their thing had to be stifled, and she had had to put on her strictly nice-high-school-girl front, though she may have been burning for the silken-fleshed feel of the head of his cock between her damp lips. She accepted his invitation with enthusiasm and a new warmth that she had not felt for him for several weeks. He had become more and more demanding that she do what she feared most, and she had even thought that she had lost him after their last date because she wouldn't fuck. He had become so angry that he had even pulled his cock from her month before he ejaculated, and had driven her home.
Beth imagined that the three weeks that had passed had made him come to his senses, made him realize that she wasn't going to be screwed and, hopefully, made him realize that what she did with him was better. After he had asked her and she had accepted she felt a new surge of pleasure and power over him. It would all be her way from then on, she thought, and felt a great sense of relief, too, as she knew she would be getting what she had wanted so badly during their separation that she had almost been tempted to return to the doctor. She felt very grateful, too, because with Larry back she would not have to do that, and in her mind she tried to visualize how great she would make it for Larry's cock. She felt her temperature rise as she thought of how she would return again and again to the boy's' penis and wilt it with her mouth, her lips, her teeth and her tongue, suck him off so many times that he would, forever, forget the idea of fucking her.
The party started early one Saturday afternoon. Actually it seemed more like an ordinary date to Beth as Larry drove her back to his house. They were alone, but he was reluctant to take her into the house. He made her settle at the side of the swimming pool and returned a few minutes later with a decanter of cold pineapple juice and rum. Beth was hesitant about drinking, but the blend was so tasty in the warm air that she was soon on her second and then her third drink. When Larry suggested a swim, she bounced out of the lounge chair and started to peel out of her clothes.
"You're sure there's no one at home?"
"Absolutely," Larry said, taking his own clothes off. "And no one can see us out here."
He hesitated for a moment while he watched Beth, smiling and feeling the first effects of the drinks, slip her blue jeans down and peel out of her blouse. She looked at him and then turned her back, unhooking her bra and letting her big breasts swing free in the warm sun. When she turned back to him, he had his trousers off and was piling his clothes neatly on a nearby chair. Beth smiled again, a knowing, hungry smile, when he turned his front to her and then dove into the pool. It was her cue to skim out of her panties and follow into the water,, which she did with an expert dive, knifing through the cool water and sensuously down right to the bottom, before she kicked off and burst through the surface. Larry had swum to the far end of the pool and was just making his turn when she broke the water. Beth treaded water and waited for him to swim back to her.
Larry stopped right beside her and took her in his arms. There was a delightful sensation that shot through his body as his fingers, cool from the water, made contact with her flesh, slippery and yet warmer than he had thought she would be. They treaded water for a few minutes and then their mouths closed over each other's, and in the warm-cool embrace they slipped under the surface of the water. Beth expected it and she held her breath as Larry clung to her and they both drifted under the water, down, down, until seeming hours later their feet touched the tile of the pool bottom and together they kicked themselves back to the surface.
Beth broke the kiss, took a deep breath of air and swam to the other end of the pool. Larry watched her round, white haunches, made whiter across the mark left by her bikini, undulate just under the surface of the water. Something he had read crossed his mind and he wondered idly what it would be like. He saw her turn at the end of the pool and start to return, but her very pretty face and beautiful hair didn't make him feel that what he had planned was wrong. Quickly he kicked away and shot over to the ladder.
The sun had dried them even though Larry had brought towels for her after he had come from the pool. They were separated then, both lethargic from the sun's rays and from the dreamy slow motion of the rum in the drink. Larry had brought out the television, and for a couple of hours they both watched a baseball game, and both remained apart from each other, both hardly daring to look at the other, and neither really getting very much out of the progress of the game.
Larry had watched Beth apply the suntan oil very carefully over her boobs, rubbing the clear shiny liquid well into the hot-fleshed soft round globes. For an instant he wanted to take her then and there, to run his cock deep between her legs and fuck her and fuck her until she responded that way. But he held back. He knew that to force her there in the mid-afternoon would only make her angry, make her want to leave. She had made up her mind as to how she would make love, and though Larry liked it that way, he wanted to have the whole girl, and he knew that he had only to wait for the evening.
Before the afternoon sun had settled behind the hill, Beth asked Larry to apply the oil to her back. She waited and felt the tingle of excitement creep into her loins as the oil first spilled onto the small of her back and then the warm, big hands of Larry rubbed the protective lubricant over her hot flesh. She felt the old inclination to reach out for his genitals, take him right there on the edge of the swimming pool and suck him hard and long. She wanted to do that, but there was a voice in the back of her head that warned her, told her that there was something wrong. She had never experienced his coolness so greatly as that afternoon, but she disregarded her fears and credited them only to the fact that they were both naked in the middle of the day in sight of anyone who might chance upon the pool area. Slowly she relaxed under the warmth of the sun and the delicious feeling that Larry's hands produced in her. There was time, she thought, and then she would have the big bed and Larry's cock and Larry's mouth. She had waited for three weeks, and she knew that she could wait until the darkness fell and covered what she knew they must do with each other.
Larry fought the fire in his loins as his hands roamed over the girl's flesh, felt nearly panic when he knew that she didn't object to his fingers insinuating themselves between the high round globes of her ass, or even to their straying between the crack and sliding easily over the palpitating little hole of her anus. He felt her pussy, already moist with some secret thoughts, and still he forced his hands away and spread the oil over her thighs right down her legs and over the bottoms of her feet. She giggled when he scraped his fingernail over the soles of her feet and the giggle was enough to make him pull back, make him realize that the best was yet to come. He put down the lotion and fixed another pitcher of drinks, taking the first one himself and nearly draining it in one swallow.
* * *
Beth huddled warmly in the terry robe that Larry had provided for her. She was ravenously hungry and she ate the cold chicken and drank the wine with gusto, satisfying the appetite that had been whetted by the warm sun and the swimming and made even sharper by the long, hot shower she and Larry had taken an hour before.
When the sun had finally crept below the hill and the air had begun to grow chill, they had gone back to the house and Larry took her upstairs to his guardian's master bedroom. There they stepped into the shower together, running the warm suds over each other's bodies, exploring in the new medium of the shower intimacies that they had only vaguely imagined before. After they had rinsed and stepped out onto the fully carpeted bathroom floor, Beth tenderly rubbed Larry dry with a fluffy towel and then he did the same to her. Tingly with excitement, she could wait only until he had dried her breasts and between her legs before she dropped to her knees and took his cock between her lips, sliding her tongue hungrily over and under and around the velvety knob until it swelled in her mouth.
The fatigue of the day, the long thinking about what he had planned for Beth, and the sensuous shower all combined to give Larry an urgency to penetrate her. As her head slowly and maddeningly bobbed back and forth over his rigid penis, he felt flushed and for a moment regretful of what he had planned, but the hot sweetness of her youthful and experienced mouth drove the thoughts of backing out away. It was like a torrent building behind a weak dam and when it rose to the critical level, Larry tensed his abdomen, reached his hands down to her well-formed boobs and squeezed gently and then forcefully as he spent into the hot cavern of her mouth. He held her for those agonizing moments while his cock erupted his orgasm into her willing throat and slowly relaxed as his throbbing member softened in her mouth. Beth swallowed what he had ejaculated and held the softening penis between loose jaws until it shrank and slipped away from her. Then she pressed her mouth over his pubic hair and wrapped her arms around his hips. She remained like that until she felt his hands reach under her shoulders and felt herself being pulled to her feet.
Beth felt such a wild satisfaction over what she had done, kneeling on the bathroom carpet, that her legs felt unsteady, and even when Larry wanted to go down on her she was still filled with such a flush of release that she told him not to. Without understanding it, Larry was relieved. He, too, felt that sense of listlessness that everyone experiences after an especially satisfying bout with Eros. Still he was curious for a moment over why, this first time, she had not wanted him.
They ate in a kind of communicating silence in the bedroom and as Larry's energy became food-restored he felt another growing pang of lust between his legs. His hand had strayed beneath Beth's robe and then his fingers were buried between her legs, as her female juices slid wetly over his thumb and forefinger.
"Beth," he said hoarsely, "let's do it. I mean the real thing. Please, honey. This time you've got to do it. I can't stand it any longer."
Beth shook her head. And for the first time, Larry saw the look of panic cross her face. Then it changed quickly. "You know I can't," she cried and tried to jump to her feet, but Larry held her down.
"Why, damn it?"
She shook her head and looked away. "I just can't and let's not talk about it any more."
"But I want to talk about it," Larry said, his hand squeezing her leg roughly. "What the hell's the matter with you."
"I can't. I can't," she cried, louder and with tears forming an expression of her fear and anger. "And I'll never do it. Never. Never. And don't ever ask me for that again."
"You're crazy," Larry said, letting her go from his grip, although she didn't get up. "You've got to be nuts not to want to. Not after what you've done."
Beth dropped the piece of chicken she was holding and stared coldly at the boy. "Just what do you mean by that? You like it, don't you?"
Larry nodded and turned away. "But it's not natural to want that all the time and nothing else."
"Who says so? Since when are you an expert on anything except showing off?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't answer then for he felt the old bile of hatred for her rising in him, a hatred that he finally began to understand. He was afraid that her kooky way of making love was going to ruin him for normal fucking if he didn't get into her. She was trying to make him as freaky as she was.
In some perverse way he could understand how she could be turned on by having him eat her and not want anything else. He was being used and the fact that she blew him didn't matter. She became in his eyes some sort of creature seeking only her own pleasure and giving just enough to insure that she would get the fullest measure for herself. It was hardly a border that he crossed at that moment in his life, but there was something before and there was this terrible feeling that he had to have her after. It had not happened in the bathroom, but he remembered that it might have begun on the very first date and continued through all the other dates. He had been blind, he told himself. Blind to the obvious that this was just another cunt and, worse, another cunt that was hardly better than a whore.
Showoff? He let the word rub through his ego like an. abrasive, ripping and leaving raw something that he had considered and disregarded. He was not. But if he was, he knew, no little shit like Beth Carson was going to rub his nose in it.
Larry reached for his wine and slurped it down, no longer caring that it had become warm. He would chill it with the bitterness that he felt for Beth. But he didn't forget what he had planned for her and only the rancid memory of how close he had come to letting her off the hook made him back down and smile at her.
"Okay. Okay," he said softly, mellow words that at once put Beth at ease. "I'm sorry I mentioned it." He lifted his glass of wine and touched hers with an expensive tinkle of crystal.
"Okay," she said and drank her drink.
Larry rose from the table. "Got to check in, baby. Be right back." He waited for her nod and left the room, leaving her upset but slowly growing more content as his words crept through her mind. She had won. And with the thought of her victory came the creeping warmth spreading through her loins. She was anticipating being wide open on the big bed, wide open between her legs, wide open for his yearning mouth. And she would not disappoint him in return. Her mouth would consume him until he would forget all ideas of wanting to fuck her.
As Beth sipped her wine and thought of what she would do, Larry walked boldly out of the bedroom and down to the phone at the other end of the hall. He knew that he had only to dial a certain number and for an instant only he hesitated, but he thought of what he had gone through with Beth for so many months and his finger didn't hesitate at the phone.
"Okay," he said when the party answered, and that was all he said, hanging up and returning quickly to the bedroom where he had left Beth.
She smiled up at him and he thought immediately that very soon he would wipe the smile of triumph off her face. He walked slowly back to the small table as she unfastened the robe and let it fall over the back of her chair.
"Have another go at me," he said, his meaning all too clear from the bulge under his robe.
Beth nodded and rose from her chair, letting the robe stay, and walked around the table, her naked flesh already tingling with the anticipation of sucking Larry's cock, sucking it this time until he would cry with ecstasy. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down, kissing him on the mouth, her heavy breasts swinging softly outward. His fingers met them, lightly tracing their shape and gently scraping over the sensitive nipples. They seemed to spring erect as soon as he touched them.
His hands slid' down Beth's torso, gripped the fleshy sides of her hips and pressed her down to her knees. She felt his urgency and dropped down between his legs, her hands eagerly spreading open his thighs as his robe parted and his cock stood rigidly before her. Her mouth traced a wet trail up his leg, ending with her tongue sloshing around his scrotum, but she felt his hands eagerly behind her head and moved her lips up the shaft of his penis and finally wrapped around the silky-fleshed knob.
The warm wetness of her mouth sent a relieved sigh through Larry's body. She was doing it again, her way, the way that he could not resist but the way that would make him all the more resolved to do what he had planned to do. He gauged his emotions, held the rapidly building climax back. It was only a matter of a few more minutes before the boys would arrive and Miss Beth Carson would get it the way Larry wanted it, his way.
Almost as soon as he thought about it, the bedroom door opened and the boys filed in, six in all, and all of them naked, their bulging muscles and narrow waists obvious testimony to their physical fitness.
At first Beth couldn't move. She heard the door open and heard the snickering, but her mouth remained fastened on Larry's cock. Her tongue stopped licking his delicious knob instantly, however, and moments later she raised her head and looked. She was shooed and cried out, but Larry backhanded her.
"Get her on the bed," he said. "This is one little cocksucker who's going to be thoroughly fucked for a change."
Beth had fallen backwards, not so much from the force of the blow as from the shock of what was happening. Not her Larry, she kept crying to herself. It was impossible, but there it was.
Four of the boys moved in on her quickly, each taking a limb. She felt herself lifted and carried to the bed. They were gentle enough, placing her on the big bed without so much as a bump. For an instant she felt safe even though they still held her, her legs and arms out-stretched. She was at last spread out on the bed, she thought, but the fear and horror of how she had gotten her desire made her burst into new tears. The boys ignored it and methodically slipped belts over each wrist and fastened the other ends to the frame of the bed. When she was secure the two boys holding her legs let them go, but she was helpless pinned to the bed, stretched tautly outward. She kicked at them, but her back was flat against the mattress. Her kicks were futile and when the tears cleared from her eyes, she saw the six boys surrounding the bed, all laughing softly at her plight.
At first she didn't see Larry and then he was there, crawling onto the foot of the bed. She kicked at him, but he grabbed her ankles and held her down. She had never realized how strong he was, but when he forced her legs apart and crept between them she fought harder. It was useless and deep in her mind she suddenly saw the bright sunlit afternoon and involuntarily she closed her eyes against its intensity.
Slowly she felt herself melting into the hopelessness of surrender as Larry's torso brushed against her thighs. She felt her knees being bent, her hips automatically rolling upward to meet the punishing cock, the thing that would penetrate her where she had vowed no man would ever go again. But even as the fruitless resistance surged through her she felt the sweet, velvety head of Larry's cock, the cock that she had sucked so very few minutes before, enter the now widely stretched outer lips of her cunt.
"She's already nice and wet. How's that, baby?" He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, thoroughly dampening it, and then he let go of her ankles but his arms had already slipped around the outside of her legs and the weight of his body successfully held her pinioned to the mattress. She kicked but her only effect was to madden Larry. Suddenly she felt his fingers spreading her pussy and guiding his cock into the love hole. She cried out and tried to lock her thighs around his neck but she couldn't get enough leverage.
"Welcome to the party," Larry said and shoved the full length of his cock into Beth's pussy.
She cried out with pain and then fastened her teeth onto his shoulder. He tore way from her mouth and rammed his cock deeper into her. "Okay, little cocksucker, you're going to get it good." He leaned away from her, but his cock continued to ram into her. She let her legs fall stiffly straight out, but the penetration had been made and no manner of twisting and humping seemed capable of dislodging the evil shaft of flesh.
Beth felt no passion from the act, though she had been wildly aroused so recently. This was different, and the boy was no longer the sweet Larry whom she had blown, licked and sucked to thousands of orgasms. He was another beast from the beach and once more the sunlight in her memory burned her eyes. Gradually she relaxed to the steady pounding that her cunt was receiving and let herself go limp. She finally realized the futility of struggle. They would take her and they would give her the horrible pain. And as Larry's cock stroked in and out of her sticky love purse she remembered that they could do no real harm that way and they could never knock her up. She opened her eyes and saw the 'lust and hate in Larry's face and as her gaze turned she saw the others, laughing, mocking faces and there was no sympathy from any of them.
Larry's cock seemed to swell to larger proportions for an instant and then she felt his hot semen pump into her vagina. He fell heavily over her limp body and let the instrument of his revenge throw up the last of its sticky contents.
"Tight and very nice, Beth," he said as he got to his feet. "But you're no fucking virgin. You've been fucked before, baby, and all the time you wouldn't do it .with me. You lousy cocksucker." He moved away from the bed and turned to his six friends. "She's all yours."
She watched as Larry walked away, opened the bedroom door and closed it after he left. A terrible aloneness filled her and she couldn't even manage the strength to cry out or scream at the six smiling, taunting boys who surrounded her. She wished that she could cover her face, hide her eyes from their evil stares, the hot lusts that poured down at her, but her hands were still securely bound to the bed frame.
There seemed to be many minutes pass before the first boy pulled her legs apart, shoving her knees far back and, thinking her compliance to be passion, rammed his cock into her. Beth cried out. The boy was huge and his mammoth penis seemed like a log stuffed between her legs. She felt as though she was going to suffocate from its immensity.
He laughed as the girl cringed under the brutal assault. Without seeing it, she knew that her pubes were being stretched wide, splayed viciously apart with each stroke the boy made into her cunt. Again she cried out but there was no mercy from the boy nor any stopping his maddened drive in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. But then there was something else beside her. One of the other boys had knelt next to her head and was pulling her face towards his cock.
"Suck it, baby," he said and her mouth opened wide to accept the purple knob of his cock. She couldn't draw away from it if she had wanted to and the momentary idea of biting down hard on the sensitive organ flickered from her mind as she realized that they might kill her for doing that. She was getting fucked and she had to use her mouth, fucked and sucked and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought that this was very appropriate treatment for her, but she couldn't understand why.
The boy with his cock in her mouth came first, spurting a thick stream of come down her throat and holding her head tightly until she swallowed each drop and his dong softened and slipped from her mouth. But the boy ramming her pussy took longer, seemed to take hours and years and always with pain, ripping, body-splitting pain that was only partially mixed with some perverse pleasure for Beth. She turned her head after the second boy had gotten up from the bed and looked around the bedroom again, looked into the grinning faces of her tormentors and found no hope for any help there. And then as soon as the first boy pulled his thick rigid pole from her cunt, nearly popping wetly as he pulled out, another boy took his place, and he, too, was built like a horse, and he was longer. Into the wet crevice of her body he slammed his heavy, hot meat, ripping through her vagina and straightening out the tender folds of raw flesh. She cried out, cried very loud, but a hand came down over her face and her scream was muffled.
There seemed to be little feeling left between her legs by the time the second boy had pulled away and the third and the fourth and the fifth had taken their turns spilling their semen into her aching cunt. She stopped crying and knew there was no help. With her eyes closed she let the last of them come at her between her legs a second and third time. Then there was another boy's cock in her mouth and she sucked it greedily, but she wasn't afraid and the heavy, fleshy thickness was almost a kind of welcome security.
Slowly she lost track of the hour and how many times the boys had fucked her and how many cocks she had sucked that night. It didn't seem important while it was happening. She was aware only of the numbness between her legs and the cottony taste in her mouth, a mouth dried by the wine and drinks of the afternoon and sticky from the quantities of male juice that had shot into it.
Sometime towards midnight, the boys had freed her wrists, but she was too weak to bother to cover herself. One of them, Larry perhaps, but she couldn't be sure, washed her up and helped her get dressed. Then they gave her some more to drink and still more until her mind was fuzzy and she found herself suddenly, it seemed, at home, giggling and being led to her bedroom by her mother, her angry word-spouting mother, and then there was the cool texture of her sheets and the forgiving slumber that took her away from the nightmare of Larry's party.
For some reason Beth's mother did not undress her daughter. Beth couldn't understand it, but she was grateful that her mother had not. She knew that what had happened to her would have been all too obvious, especially when the next morning Beth saw how swollen and reddened her crotch was from the rape at the party.
CHAPTER FIVE
For the final two weeks of the school year Beth never spoke again to Larry Gibson or to any other boy. She felt as though something had been turned off inside her, something that switched off the idea that boys were the greatest thing, had the greatest things to satisfy her hungry mouth. She withdrew into herself, no longer caring about anything that happened around her. Her mother worried only slightly, but one of her teachers called her attention to Beth's suddenly turned-off attitude. By the time Beth's finals were finished, her mother began to pay attention to her daughter, but the damage had been done. Beth had flunked her math class.
She had never failed a class before in her entire school career and the shock of having a single class fall so easily away from her made Beth realize that she had better come out of her lethargy. Amid some ranting at home she promised to make up the class in summer school. Some of her old spirit returned, but there was always the thought of what boys would do to her if she was to let them have their way. During the short vacation before the summer session began she turned down, dozens of dates and thought that she would never see a boy intimately again. But late at night as she tossed in her bed, her hand clamped tightly against her slit, she cried over the sensuous loss that not dating boys would bring. She knew that she would never be able to satisfy herself as much as she had been satisfied by having a cock in her mouth and a mouth on her cunt.
But each time that she wanted to weaken and accept a date, the painful memory of being raped at Larry's party came back to her and she steeled herself against the temptation.
* * *
Beth was surprised to find that Miss Hardy, Miss Susan Hardy, was so young, so very beautiful She had never known a teacher to be beautiful, and at the high school most of her teachers were men. Miss Hardy was a surprise.
The class for the summer session was unusually long, taking almost three periods of the regular session, but as long as Miss Hardy was there Beth didn't seem to mind. Even though she was the prettiest of the three girls in the class of twenty boys she still refused to mingle with them, taking her breaks by herself or snubbing the boys firmly enough during the first week so that they finally left her alone.
Her actions had not gone unnoticed by Miss Hardy, and one afternoon, near the middle of the session, the teacher asked Beth to stay. Beth was very pleased to stay, though she knew that it was because of her work. While it was not failing, it was not, as Miss Hardy told her that afternoon, up to the level Beth was capable of. But the girl felt a need to talk to someone like her teacher, to be paid attention to even if the attention was not the most flattering kind in the world.
For the first twenty minutes of the interview in the quiet of Miss Hardy's small office, they talked of Beth's progress in the subject and when it became apparent to the teacher that there was something bothering the very pretty red-haired girl she did what she had wanted to do ever since she had first noticed Beth's avoidance of the boys in the class. She touched her hair and told the girl, very softly and understandingly, that if there was something else bothering her she could confide in her.
"It's nothing," Beth said, but she said that only in reflex against the authority symbol of the teacher. Something inside her melted a little and some of the pain of the rape seemed to fade a little into the back of her mind. She wanted to tell this beautiful woman what had happened. She wanted to spill it all out and get rid of it forever.
"Perhaps you'd like some special tutoring, Beth," Miss Hardy said after a long silence from the girl. "I don't usually give private lessons, but I think that you're much too intelligent to merely get by in this class. "I know," the teacher went on, "why don't you come with me to my place. We can have some ice tea and I'll show you a few shortcuts that can help you. Then, maybe, we can have a little girl talk. You know, I'm a real stranger to your town."
Beth looked up at the woman's cool blue eyes and suddenly felt that she would like to go with Miss Hardy. Yet there was some hesitancy to speak. She didn't want to tell the woman what had happened. That would have been a disaster, and for a moment she almost panicked as if the teacher had already guessed. But she regained control of the blush, knowing that the woman could not possibly have known or guessed.
"If it's not too much trouble, Miss Hardy," Beth said softly, blushing again at how easily the words came out.
"None at all, Beth," the teacher said. "Just let me get some papers and my briefcase and we'll go." She scooped a stack of exams into her case and dosed it. As she rose, Beth noticed how round and well developed Miss Hardy's hips were, almost like her own, and she wondered if Miss Hardy had ever been fucked by a man or raped or had sucked a cock. She was still staring at the teacher when Miss Hardy spoke again. "Shall we go?"
Beth blushed again and picked up her books, quickly averting her eyes. But she did catch the teacher smiling down at her.
Miss Susan Hardy was twenty-four years old, but she could easily have passed for one of her students if her style of dress had been more like theirs. She had taken the summer teaching assignment because her regular instructor's job at the university had made her very nervous. She was too young, her department chairman had told her, but one of the best. He didn't want to fire her, but he strongly suggested that she get some more classroom experience by taking a summer job in a high school. "The kids will be younger and you won't disturb them as much as you disturb the college boys," he had said. "Take the summer class and learn something about class-room control. By that I mean control of the students, male students." When he had said that, she had almost burst out laughing. She had been so frightened that she had blown her first teaching position that she had cried all the night before she had her appointment with the chairman. She had been so certain that the old man had found out about her and Thelma. Then he hit her with the bit about the boys! She was almost delirious over her good fortune. He had simply not known that the boys were no problem for her.
Susan let Beth precede her out of the office, and it was not just for politeness or the fact that she had to lock the door. She wanted to admire the girl's long tapering legs and her pert round haunches. Susan locked the door without taking her eyes off Beth's legs, especially the firm smooth flesh of her thighs. And there was a lot of that to admire with Beth's very short mini-skirt. For Susan it held no secrets above the hem. She had seen and hungered for the plump pubes that were outlined against the girl's panties and quite visible to Susan when Beth sat down at the front of the class.
She had put Beth at the front of the class for that reason after she had noticed how the girl had avoided all the advances by the boys. Naturally she made it look as though she wanted to make Beth more alert in the class. Beth had moved docilely, but Susan knew that the girl was not happy about the seating arrangement. It didn't bother the teacher at all. The girl's discomfort at being in front didn't matter to Susan and after the first tough exam when Beth had twisted and opened and closed her thighs so tantalizingly Susan wouldn't have changed her seat on orders from the principal.
Beth looked around at Susan to see what was taking so long in locking the door and she was almost shocked to see the beautiful young teacher looking at her legs as hungrily as any boy ever had. But it was only a fleeting glance, and then Miss Hardy stood up and dropped her keys into her handbag and gave Beth a big, friendly and forcedly adult smile.
They walked quickly out of the school building and over to the high-powered sports car that had been a gift from Susan's father upon her graduation from college. It had been ostentatious for the first year of her graduate study but now, with three years of hard driving under its well-tuned hood, it seemed fit for a teacher in her position. She had been the butt of some light jokes when she first came to the summer high school, but she had brushed them off just as lightly by saying that it was just a ready reserve down payment for a station wagon when some rich guy married her. It was the kind of lie that older teachers lie to hear, but they might have been less believing if they had known that she had had three engines since she owned the car. And they might have been shocked had ever read Susan's thoughts that she would sooner die than let another man close to her.
"What a groovy car," Beth said as she scooted down into the bucket seat. "I bet it goes a hundred."
"A bit faster than that," Susan said, biting her tongue before she almost admitted that she had had it up to more than one-thirty on many occasions. "But it's fun to drive even slowly," she added, hinting that if the car had ever gone over a hundred it had done so with another driver at the wheel.
Beth was surprised at how agilely her math teacher wheeled the car out of the parking space and zipped into the traffic. Fascinated, she watched the fluid movements of the woman as she flicked her eyes from the rear to the side view mirrors, downshifted and gunned the deep-throated engine to pull them ahead of the traffic with almost no effort at all. They hit the expressway and Miss Hardy showed just a touch of how fast the car would go, putting her foot in it for a moment and bringing the speedometer needle right up to eighty-five before letting out and down to the limit.
Beth made the right noises about the car, asking what the various dials were for, as she had never seen anything like them in the cars that her mother had owned and driven.
Susan was proud of the car and she answered all of Beth's questions easily, expertly, and quickly realized that the girl was impressed at her knowledge of the machine. They drove on for ten minutes with nothing but the wind howling through their hair before Susan realized that the girl might have to be home at a certain time. This was no twenty-one-year-old Thelma who owned her own apartment, she told herself, this was a teenage minor, no matter how well developed she might have appeared. "I don't have to be home until after six," Beth said in answer to the question. "And even then, I don't think that anyone will mind if I'm a little late." And then Beth caught. herself. She wondered why she had added the last statement. It wasn't entirely true, but she knew that Friday was her mother's hair-dressing appointment and that her mother would be later than six, probably even later than seven if she had been kept at the office.
"Well, you can call your mother at work, Beth, and tell her that you're going to have some tutoring," Susan said. "But I don't think that it'll take that long. What I have to explain about the elements of plane geometry aren't in the regular class text but I think that you'll be able to grasp it." She nudged the accelerator a little and brought the speed back up to eighty-five as there was no traffic, and because she wanted to have as much time with Beth as she could.
They had had to shout at each other because of the wind and engine noise and when that became obviously tiresome Susan was glad, glad for the silent opportunity to let Beth gape out the window. Susan watched the road most of the time, but she could take moments to glance down at the girl's legs tucked under the hood in straight-out fashion and almost lick her lips at the way the miniskirt had risen to Beth's panties, and the girl's thighs, so warm and plump, pressed tightly together.
Susan was a very wealthy young woman. When she had accepted the job at the high school, it was with no idea of becoming rich. She had had her reasons, all Thelma, but on her salary alone there would have been no chance to buy the beach house and, not wanting anyone to know that she owned it, she had had it purchased through her attorney. Renting it "from a friend of the family" saved a lot of explanation of how a teacher could have afforded the place. And being as far from the school as it was, it saved her answering any questions about her guests.
She pulled the car into the drive, stopped and reached for her briefcase and handbag. Then she noticed that Beth was looking admiringly up at the two-story Tudor-style beach house.
"It's really not as impressive as that," Susan said, getting out of the car. "I got it for a song for as long as the school session lasts, maybe longer.
"Come on, I'll make some tea while you. can take a swim. I've got lots of extra bathing "suits. We'll relax for a little before we get down to work."
Susan opened the door and watched Beth's surprised expression as the girl stepped into the quietly posh living room. It was simply one huge, tastefully decorated room with a small kitchen and bathroom and dressing room at one side. The ocean dominated the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows. Opposite the kitchen, the bath and dressing rooms, was a large fire-place surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bookcases. The carpet was a deep-pile shag, so soft under her feet that Beth felt that it wood be delicious to walk across it barefoot.
"Do you like it?"
"It's the most beautiful room I've ever seen," the girl said, running over to admire the fire-place and then across the room to the brightly colored modern furniture, and then to the small and efficient kitchen. "It's just great. But it must cost a fortune."
"Not really," Susan said, closing the door. "The bedrooms are upstairs, but there's the dressing room and a selection of suits. I'm sure you'll find one to fit."
Beth slid the door back and flipped on the light. The dressing room was the same size as the kitchen, but lined with shelves holding towels and more bathing suits than the girl had ever seen outside of a store. Most of them looked brand new. She went through several before selecting a light green bikini.
"I like that choice," Susan said, standing at the door. "It goes perfectly with your beautiful hair, Beth."
The girl turned, slightly surprised but not disturbed that the teacher was standing there, and smiled. There was a flash of discomfort that ran through her as she wondered whether it would be proper to undress in front. of Susan. She wasn't shy about her body, but if there was nothing to changing in front of other girls there was still something uncomfortable about stripping in front of an adult and a teacher at that.
Susan sensed the girl's hesitancy and guessed at the reason for it correctly. "Go ahead and change," she said, sliding the door dosed and, leaving Beth much relieved.
Beth peeled out of her clothing quickly and eased into the bikini bottom of the suit. Glancing into the full-length mirror when she had the bottoms snugly on, she was surprised that the suit was as skimpy as it was. She stood closer to the mirror and peered down at her belly, almost narcissistically admiring the smooth flesh and soft roundness. Her eyes drifted lower and saw how the tight-fitting bottom molded itself to the crotch and, turning, saw how the suit's design accentuated the flare of her hips and just barely covered the crack of her buttocks. Satisfied that there was no pubic hair showing, she slipped into the bra, again a well-designed support that made her full breasts stand out with exaggerated voluptuousness.
"Beautiful," Susan said when the girl emerged from the dressing room. "Why don't you go on down to the surf. And I'll fix some tea and things. I might even join you in a little while."
The teacher was sitting on one of the low chairs near the center of the room, a point that allowed her to admire Beth's body from the front when the girl came out of the dressing room and her rear as she walked by and out of the house. The teacher liked what she saw, liked it so much that she squeezed her thighs tightly together with the heated thought that passed through her mind.
"I don't think I'll go in," Beth said at the door to the patio. "Maybe just splash around the waves a little. Well, see you." Then she ran down the steps and across the sand.
Susan watched hungrily as the girl's rounded ass swiveled in tempo with her running. It was a delicious sight, but she finally turned away and went into the kitchen to fix the tea and things. While 'the water was boiling, however, she poured herself a double shot of cognac. It was just a bracer, she told herself, a kind of loosening that would allow her to ignore what she was planning for Beth, a shot of courage that would help her forget that this was a youngster, a very physically mature one, but a youngster nevertheless. The cognac warmed its way down her body and spread a light glow through every pore of her body. She knew then that she was going through with it.
Beth came in thirty minutes later and she was cold because she had gone into the water and she had not brought a towel with her. Susan, however, had been watching the girl from the patio and when she saw her in the water she had brought out a huge beach towel. She met the shivering girl at the door and draped the towel over her, running her hands up and down Beth's body to satisfy herself and to warm the girl.
"It looked so inviting," Beth said, standing without protest as Susan rubbed her down with the towel, "that I couldn't resist. But is it cold!"
"Sit here," Susan said, "and I'll get you some hot tea. Would you like a little rum in it? It's the best thing in the world after a cold swim."
Beth shook her head. The memories of the drinks at Larry's party were still too clear in her mind and she did not want to be reminded of that experience.
Susan served, pulling a low coffee table and another chair close to Beth. They drank in silence for several minutes and watched the surf and then the several minutes became more. There was just the sound of the teacups and distant roar of the surf and there didn't seem to be much to say.
Gradually the hot tea warmed Beth enough so that she let the big towel fall from her shoulders and from around her long legs. She felt very relaxed sitting there in the silence and watching the surf and wondered why she had not become friends with Miss Hardy before.
"You have a very attractive figure, Beth," the teacher said after the second cup of tea. The remark made the girl redden slightly, but she liked to hear it.
"I imagine," Susan said after another long pause, "that the boys hound yon everywhere you go. Do you have lots of boyfriends?"
"No."
Beth was surprised herself at the sharpness of her answer, but she noticed that Miss Hardy didn't seem to mind.
"I don't think I like boys very much," she said, more softly; and somewhat apologetically.
Susan. nodded sympathetically and let the girl go on with her reasons. Shyness? Fear? Susan was hoping that it was fear of boys, fear of what they had between their legs, fear of what they could do to a girl. She listened and agreed, making herself more and more sympathetic to Beth's rambling speech. And she agreed, telling the girl how she had once let herself be taken by a man and how much it had hurt her.
Beth nearly dropped her cup at the teacher's words. The pain, she had been told by Dr. Kerr, was not normal, but here was this beautiful teacher telling her that she, too, had experienced pain. Beautiful Miss Hardy, Beth thought, and began to cry, but the tears were not so much in sympathy for the teacher as they were of relief that there was another woman in the world who had experienced the same agony that she had.
Susan was off her chair and stroking Beth's head as soon as she had seen the tears. "Don't cry, Beth," she said, holding the girl's head close to her belly. "It doesn't make you a bad person not to lie members of the opposite sex. In fact there are some woman who never let a man touch them and they have found a wonderful way to love without them."
Miss Hardy's perfumed body, so close to Beth's face, sent the girl thinking of fleshy things, thinking of the tingling way that Larry and the doctor had made her feel when their tongues were buried in her cunt. And now there was Miss Hardy, beautiful and smelling so wonderful, telling her things that reminded her of both Larry and the doctor. They were soothing and seductive words, innocent sounding and yet suggestive in a very sexual way to the girl.
Susan held the girl's head close to her body and continued talking softly, keeping her words soft and comforting and running on and on about love and how it should never hurt.
It was nearly three in the afternoon when Susan talked Beth into taking a nice warm bath in the upstairs bathroom. "I'll fix some special bubbles for you, the same kind I use. You'll love it."
This time there was no shyness about getting undressed in front of Miss Hardy. Beth felt a warm glow all over even before she got into the sudsy water, an even warmer glow when she saw the admiring look the teacher gave her when she stepped out of the bikini and turned to face her.
"Go ahead, Beth. I'll just wash your back and massage your neck. It's the most relaxing thing in the world. It makes all the badness go away for a little while."
Beth wasn't too sure it was all right. Her own mother had never washed her back since she was ten, but then Miss Hardy was not her mother. She was something special. Beth slid down into the warm water and felt the soothing washcloth stroke over her back and the, gentle fingers then slowly rub the back of her neck. It was marvelous. She felt herself growing limp and more relaxed than she had ever been.
When the water finally cooled, Beth stepped out of the tub and into the waiting towel held by Susan. She felt so comfortable with the teacher that she didn't even think about how the woman was gently patting her young body dry, and she didn't object in the least when Susan's hands molded into the soft, firm flesh of her buttocks and circled her hips and dried her belly, only fractions above the soft hair of her pussy.
Once the girl was completely dry, Susan led Beth into her big bedroom. "Lie down a little while," the woman said. "It'd be a shame to spoil the wonderful bubble bath by getting dressed so quickly."
It was like she was doped or something, Beth thought, but the bed looked so inviting that she went to it and spread herself on it naked, no longer caring that Miss Hardy was standing there. She dosed her eyes and heard the woman leave the room to put the towel back in the bath. And then it was quiet for a long time. But Beth didn't care, closing her eyes and letting an easy slumber take her away.
Just when she became fully aware of the soft buzzing sound and the delicious feeling between her legs, Beth couldn't tell. She might have been dreaming of Larry's mouth fastened onto her clit and her thighs crushing his head in the wild moment of orgasm or she might have been dreaming of her own hand gently stroking the sensitive folds of flesh. For the first moments of the buzz and the warmth between her legs, Beth did think she was dreaming, and when she finally opened her eyes and knew that she wasn't, she was already so heated by Miss Hardy's vibrator and delicate fingers that she no longer cared.
Susan watched the girl awaken, flutter her eyes in some dreamy mood of sensuality, panic for an instant and then grow misty with the awareness of what was happening. She smiled down at the voluptuous teenager and leaned over the girl's face, smiling down at the half-parted lips. She moistened her own lips and slowly and very lightly pressed them against Beth's.
Beth made no immediate response to Susan's kiss, but she didn't object to it and for the few moments that the woman's mouth closed over hers Beth almost felt as though she were being kissed by a dream. This was no harsh, insistent mouth, but something gentle, and so unlike a boy's. Susan's mouth hardly seemed to be actually touching hers and yet there it was, the warmth and dampness of those sweet-smelling lips. Beth opened her mouth wider and that small motion sent the signal to Sum who closed down on the girl more firmly, a cautious tongue flicking out and brushing the youthful lips lightly.
All the while, Susan's hand guided the vibrator over the girl's velvet-soft curves, tracing a pattern of desire that grew and grew over her waist, around her rib cage, lightly over the small nipples of her large boobs and then down again, plunging into the soft mass of red curly hair between her legs. When Beth's mouth made its first tentative and then warm response, Susan's vibrator crept between those hot young thighs and the tantalizing fingers, mad enough movements in themselves and madder yet with the tingling of the vibrator behind them, made the girl's hips arch forward to meet, to join lustily with the humming digits.
Beth parted her legs, spreading her cunt wide for the new thrill of Miss Hardy's magic hand, and she found that the gentle kiss of the teacher had become more urgent while still remaining gentle. And Beth responded eagerly. This was something that she wanted and needed, something between her legs that was not the less than satisfactory use of her own finger or the horror of a rape. Yet it was not quite the wildly exotic, runaway sensation that came to her when a man's mouth was licking and sucking there. Even as she squirmed under the expert manipulations of Miss Hardy, Beth wondered if the woman would eat her. She knew that women did eat other women, but she had never met a real lesbian before and she was certain that Miss Hardy was not one. She was, perhaps, just lie herself, disgusted with men, but not a lesbian. And then this was not unnatural, Beth thought, and warmed eagerly again to the throbbing sensations that boiled between her legs and told her to simply enjoy what was happening.
It was as though Miss Hardy could read her mind, for just as she was climbing up the peak, her legs opening and dosing wildly" around the woman's hand, Beth felt the teacher's tongue plunge deep into her mouth and felt the full force of the vibrator as it crushed against her screaming clit. Beth heaved her hips up and down and clamped her thighs around Susan's hand and let the hot oozing, dizzying feeling of her orgasm spread out of her pussy and through her body. She tingled all over and for a long moment, she held Miss Hardy's vibrating hand between her legs before forcing it away from her crotch.
At the same time, Susan slowly pulled her mouth from the girl's and let her lips trace a wet path down the girl's neck and over and around her full and sweet-tasting young breasts.
Beth kept her eyes closed even when she heard the soft buzz of the vibrator click into silence. Miss Hardy was still beside her, but then there was a movement on the bed and the weight of the woman was gone. Still she felt no need to open her eyes just yet, and instead simply let her body float away. Enjoying the ebb of her throbbing come, her thighs closing and opening wetly even as she thought of what had just happened to her.
Susan had a look of triumph on her face as she stood beside the bed and hurriedly removed her clothes. She had thought of simply doing what she had done with the vibrator after she had undressed, but caution told her that if the girl, by some freak of chance, made a violent protest, then she could simply have explained it as wanting to give the girl a massage. Only that and nothing more. It was weak, yet it was better than nothing, and with her clothes on it might have been believed. But now it was different. The girl had responded exactly as she had imagined she would, all damp and excited and dreaming of something sexual. The teacher smiled down at Beth, knowing only too well that the girl was very much awake and just swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm. Hell, Susan thought, this little cunt hasn't experienced anything yet. Her mouth was almost watering as she slid onto the bed next to Beth and pulled the girl authoritatively against her own well-formed breasts and pressed her mouth down hard on the girl's lips.
"I'm going to eat your cunt, Beth," Susan said softly as her tongue flicked in and out of the girl's ear. "I'm going to eat your cunt and you're going to eat mine. This is what I was telling you about when I said that some women need only other women."
She pressed her mouth down over Beth's before the girl could protest and then broke the embrace. In a quick twist she was kneeling over Beth's body and pressing her heavy, hot tits against the girl's belly while her mouth worked the small nipples into rigid and fiery points of passion.
Beth managed to groan, still excited from the vibrator and growing hotter and hotter as the woman's tongue and lips and teeth teased her nipples. She wanted to use her hands to push Miss Hardy's head down between her legs, but she knew that she had to play the innocent, had to wait and let the older woman be the aggressor, and she wanted. to just lie back and enjoy what the woman was doing to her body, enjoyed watching the hungry mouth suck in one nipple and then the other, leaving them all stiff and pleasantly irritated.
Susan's mouth worked down Beth's torso, licking and sucking at every sensitive point until the girl was moaning loudly with anticipation. The woman's rapacious tongue seemed to know each erotic nerve and laved it wetly. By the time she reached Susan's mons the girl was squirming wildly under her and her own passion was at a fiery peak that she could hardly control. Her hands worked over the girl's body, too, and then slipped under the youngster's well-rounded ass, her fingers seeking and finding the hot, moist purse between her legs. Susan then opened Beth's thighs wider, lifting her legs and pushing them so far back that both of the girl's holes were exposed to the teacher's lusting gaze.
Beth's moans filled the big bedroom and her hands could remain steady no longer. She reached out and grabbed Susan's breasts, kneading the big globes of warm flesh and teasing the teacher's nipples into even greater erectness. And then in eagerness her hands moved up to pull Susan's head down to her steamy crotch, but it was a needless gesture, as the teacher's face came down and a hot wet tongue sloshed into her pussy, up and down, slurping and sucking the entire crevice between her legs from her anus to her clit.
Susan's mouth puckered and sucked Beth's clit so hard that the girl cried out. It was almost painful, but the pleasure of Susan's tongue trip-hammering over it was greater. Beth clutched the woman's head with both hands and rocked her hips back and forth in tempo with the lashing wet tongue. She was reaching her burning peak and just as she was ready to spill her guts out with ecstasy, Susan's face moved away.
"Ohh, please," Beth moaned and tried to pull the woman's face down to her fiery snatch.
"Let me catch my breath, Beth," Susan said, . but if the words sounded calm they belied the woman's own screaming passion for satisfaction. "You really are a hot little number, dear."
Beth's eyes had a bleary look. They pleaded with Susan to continue, and when the girl cried out to please finish her Susan smiled.
"But how about me, darling," she said softly.
"Please, please finish me. I'll do anything. I'll eat you. Just please."
Susan smiled, knowing that the girl's words were almost enough to make her come. Then she lowered herself again to the delicious task of licking and sucking the youthful pussy, swallowing almost all of the warm lubrication that oozed from the fiery lips of the cunt. Finding enough of that entertainment, she then returned to the girl's swollen clit and licked it with greater and greater speed until the girl's orgasm poured from her and her legs clamped around Susan's head.
Beth let her legs fall listlessly around the still kneeling body of Miss Hardy. For a long time there seemed to be nothing at all going through her mind and when she could think clearly she thought only that she had just had the most fantastic cunt-lapping experience of her entire life. No man, no boy, no one had ever brought her out so far and left her feeling so fulfilled as Miss Hardy. And as she thought of it and looked into Miss Hardy's eyes, smiling now and triumphant, she knew that she would do the same for her.
"Miss Hardy," Beth said quietly, still gasping for air, "Miss Hardy...."
"Call me Susan when we're here, Beth," the woman interrupted as she rolled over and lay beside the girl.
"Susan, I've never done that. I'm not sure that I'll be as good as you were to me."
Susan smiled and pulled Beth close, rolling her over until the girl was lying right on top of her. "I know you'll try, Beth. Just do what you feel you want to do and I'll guide you."
Beth let the woman pull her face down to hers and pressed her mouth over hers as Susan had done. Shyly she pushed her tongue out, spreading Susan's lips and tasting the salty, musky flavor of her own cunt as she did, but it only seemed to impassion her. She wanted to kiss the teacher longer and harder, wanted to just lie on top of the woman's soft curves, wanted to absorb her feminine passionate heat through her own body. But Susan, wise and already more excited than she could remember, was more anxious for her own satisfaction than she was for the girl's immature kisses, kisses on her mouth.
The nubile teenager felt the insistent pressure on her shoulders and let her mouth glide away from Susan's and down the woman's neck, over her throat, soft and sweet swelling, and down to her breasts, firm yet pillowy. Beth licked all around the full globes of meat, winding her tongue in long circles until she reached the dark center and took the woman's stiff nipple, larger by far than her own, into her mouth, sucking it until she thought that she had a cock in her mouth and until she heard a soft crooning from Susan. Then she switched to the other breast, running up the mound of flesh and settling passionately on the tip. But Susan was still more insistent and Beth let herself be pushed down, down over the expanse of Susan's belly until her tongue slashed into the dark, thick hair that crowned the teacher's crotch.
Susan spread her legs wide, pulling her knees far back so that Beth's mouth would get immediately to the job of licking her pulsating knob of lust. With a firm hand, and knowing that if she hesitated for a few moments the moment would be lost, she pushed the eager girl's face into the damp, pink folds of her cunt. Only when the girl's tongue flicked out experimentally did Susan give a sigh of satisfaction, and then she pulled the girl down harder until the youthful mouth was buried in the steamy envelope of her pussy.
"Ohh, suck it, Beth. Eat that cunt. Eat that cunt," Susan cried as the young girl's tongue, obviously gaining some joy from giving head, began to flick out faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Susan rocked her hips back and forth, holding Beth's head in place, letting the teenager's tongue whip down the slimy slit until it was tormenting her opening. Lunging forward and pulling Beth's head hard against her soft, hot flesh, she felt the girl's tongue sink into her vagina. But it was not enough and Susan knew it too well and very slowly she rolled her hips forward until Beth's mouth and lashing tongue were once again anchored over her clit. Susan cried out.
It was coming again. The marvelously beautiful feeling of a young girl's mouth sucking her pussy was coming again and Susan cried out with the pain for her lost Thelma and with the ecstasy of what this immature, inexperienced mouth and tongue were doing. It might have been the thought of what was happening to her that made her come so quickly, but Susan didn't care. She crushed Beth's beautiful red head between her sweaty thighs and heaved her body up and down on the mattress, milking that passionate puerile mouth until she could feel herself almost faint. When she reached her second orgasm, Susan pushed Beth's face away and pulled the girl up by the shoulders and pressed her mouth against hers, tasting herself on Beth's lips as Beth had tasted herself on hers. They remained crushed against each other for several minutes before parting and resting with their arms and legs entwined, touching and breathing deeply, almost panting at first, and simply listening to each other's inhalations as they both calmed down together.
* * *
Beth had no difficulty passing her math with an "A" and it wasn't just because she was eating the teacher's cunt. Susan had a peculiar kind of honesty and when she and the girl had finished a bout of sex, she tutored her, made her understand and love the subject. It wasn't difficult for Beth because she had a bright mind and it needed only to be opened, and it opened in stages, paralleling the opening of each new stage in their sexual adventures.
Beth was licking her teacher's pussy one afternoon, several weeks after their first encounter, while Susan read to her "from the poems of Millay. Beth would always remember the moment when Susan told her that the poet had said that "Euclid alone has looked on beauty bare." Somehow the words struck home and the problems of geometry came clearer as she found that someone had likened its sparse purity to the basics of beautiful things. She chewed down firmly and excitingly on her teacher's cunt-knob, sucking it into her now talented mouth with such gusto that Susan cried out painfully, knowing that the pupil was now master.
Their relationship lasted long after the summer session ended. Beth told her mother she was going to the beach, whenever she wanted to be near the woman she felt she loved, the woman who had opened the doors to feminine love for her.
But it was not all the study of sex and math. Susan had an inventive mind and Beth was never sure just what would happen when she went to the beach house. She knew that she would eat her teacher and her teacher would eat her, but Susan always managed something different, or it seemed to Beth that each bout of love was made different.
After the summer was gone, Beth would often remember how one hot afternoon when she had come in from a swim, Susan had tied her up, very gently and yet very securely, and then had spanked her. At first Beth had felt just the sting of the hairbrush as it was applied to her bare ass, but then, as the stings made her buttocks grow hot, she felt the pleasure erupt between her legs, just as Susan had told her it would. The blows were not hard, just light stings that smarted at first and then made the girl's whole body tremble with the excitement of it. But when she finally could take no more, Susan stopped and used the vibrator, bringing the girl to several orgasms. But still that was not enough and though Beth cried out again and again Susan insisted on licking her until she came three more times.
When that particular bout was over, Beth felt as though she would never be able to stand anything close to her snatch again, but after a few tea and rum drinks, she found that she could be eaten again. And then she knew that she could come almost constantly when Susan's marvelous mouth was working its wonders between her hot youthful legs.
And she remembered another time when Susan kept her brief panties on all during their lovemaking and not until Beth had begged to eat the teacher's cunt had she discovered why. Susan had shaved all her hair off, and when Beth pulled the panties down over the bald mons she almost laughed. But there was something new and different to the bare flesh that had been covered with thick dark hair, something made Beth want to lick that crotch more than ever, suck in its smooth silky flavor. Susan, too, she remembered, had kept her thighs tightly closed, and had actually had an orgasm from Beth's tonguing only the sensitive, shaved flesh. Later the same afternoon, Susan shaved Beth and then filled her crotch with whipped cream, cold and smooth and almost frighteningly erotic. Beth had been sitting on the butterfly chair, her legs spread very wide and hooked over the sides when Susan smeared the cream over her and licked it all up, giving Beth still another kind of wild orgasm.
It was a wonderful summer, and there were no boys to bother her. Beth was very grateful to Miss Susan Hardy.
CHAPTER SIX
Beth moaned loudly, letting it all come out, no longer afraid of being heard, or being seen, or what, was happening to her. She buried her face into the mattress for a moment, but even that did not stop the cries of passion, of sheer Animal delight, from coming out.
Susan Hardy was going back to her university job. She knew it would be painful to tell the teenager, but she knew that it had to be done, and it had to be done before she left. That had been a week ago and a couple of days. Even as she worked on the naked girl stretched over her bed, she wondered why she had just not packed up and left, but, she told herself; she was a responsible person, and she didn't want the girl to feel hurt. It had, after all, been a wonderful summer for both of them, and for Susan, especially, a new lease on life. She had come to forget Thelma with the winning of Beth's young body.
Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by Beth's louder than usual cry, but she knew that it was only a sign that the girl was nearing her climax. Instead of easing down, she shoved the vibrator harder against the youngster's clitoris and rammed her tongue deeper into the warm hole of the girl's cunt. But the double excitement of the vibrator and Susan's tongue was more than Beth could stand. She hurled her body forward and clamped her thighs tightly together as the orgasm overwhelmed her. The humming beast in Susan's hand continued to throb through her body, but she felt some moment of release by pulling away from the older woman's long, hot tongue.
"Oh god. Oh god, please stop. I can't stand it any longer. Please stop. Please," Beth cried, even though her ass was twitching with the ecstatic beauty of what was happening to her.
Susan pulled her hand away from the cunt, sopping with the girl's juices, and flicked off the vibrator. In a sense, she too was satisfied because she had satisfied her young lover. Beth's was such a sweet, young cunt, she thought as she squatted back on her haunches. Then, slipping the vibrator from her hand and dropping it on the floor, she turned her attention to the girl's ass. Just once more, she wished, to paddle that round, firm flesh into bright, eager readiness, redness, and she laughed at how the words seemed to be so closely related in the spelling. Instead, her hands moved softly over the quivering flesh of Beth's buttocks, gently caressing the high curves and dipping intimately between her moons, a movement that caused new quaking throughout the girl's body.
Susan looked around the room. She saw her bags, packed and ready, saw the storm boards up across the wall of glass facing the beach and looking at it all, she felt a sigh of regret that the summer was over. But it lasted only a moment, for then Beth rolled over onto her back and was rising from the bed. There was that familiar gleam of lust in the teenager's eyes that told Susan that the girl wanted to eat pussy, and she wanted to eat her pussy, and that, too, was a most welcome thought.
The voluptuous young teacher twisted over on the bed and spread her legs, opening wide for the eager mouth of the young girl who knelt on the floor. Beth preferred kneeling at the edge of the bed to lick her lover. She couldn't explain why, she had told Susan many times, but she simply got more of a kick out el kneeling in front of her lover's wide open legs with the gaping lips of her cunt, red and moist with eagerness, right in front of her. The girl didn't play this afternoon. There was too little time. Her lover was leaving. Leaving, perhaps, forever, although Susan promised her that she would see her during the Christmas vacation.
Beth watched with hungry eyes as Susan opened the folds of her crotch to reveal all the secret places of her femininity, then she pressed her mouth over the pink lips of her lover's cunt and shot her tongue deep into those moist, sensitive recesses. Her tongue whipped up and down the freshly shaved crotch, licking it from the woman's anus where it tarried in the small dark wonder of that tight opening back up to linger long on the woman's clit, where Beth's puckered lips circled the nub of throbbing flesh and drew it out further and further until Susan cried out with her wilting orgasm.
* * *
Susan Hardy's departure was a painful experience for Beth, but it was a pain that she kept well hidden from her mother and her friends. Then, by the time the new term started, she found that she was so busy that the hurt was hardly there at all, and it made her wonder at her own feelings. Was it possible, she thought, that she could have been so in love with Susan and could now feel nothing particularly? She realized that the summer lesbian affair was over, and realized it even more when her several letters to the teacher went unanswered.
She didn't feel angry about not hearing from the beautiful teacher, only a hurt that had to remain hidden, and that hurt was soon fading into the back of her mind. For a while she wondered if she should start to date boys again, knowing what she would have to do with them if they aroused her passions. But if the memory of Miss Hardy was fading rapidly, the memory of Larry and his friends was not. Nor, for that matter, was the kind of love that Susan had taught her during the summer, and it was that kind of love-making that Beth knew she would be attracted to, although she didn't know quite how it would come about.
Rather than think too much about it, except in the privacy of her bathroom, Beth threw herself into her schoolwork, taking on extra assignments and doing special projects. The added work made it easy for her to refuse dates without arousing any suspicions from her mother or her teachers. But she was lonely, and she knew that she would have to have someone soon.
The someone finally came into Beth's life at mid-semester. She was dark-haired and a year older than Beth, but they had the same gym class. It was one of those electric meetings that neither could explain, a kind of recognition that each was what the other was looking for, without being able to tell exactly what it was that they were looking for.
Her name was Sherry Fagin and she was new in town, and when she found that Beth lived only a few doors down the street from her, she struck up an acquaintance. They found themselves walking home and talking together, and discovering that they had many of the same likes and dislikes, including a love of math, swimming, and a dislike of boys.
After a couple of weeks of knowing each other, sharing homework assignments, lunches and school gossip, their conversations turned to more intimate things.
"Did you ever let a boy do anything to you?" Sherry asked. But she said it in such a way that Beth knew she was only asking it to get the conversation around to sex. Beth didn't answer and Sherry went on. "I mean, I don't really want to know, because I think that would be the most horrible thing that could ever happen."
"I know," Beth said, remembering vividly the multiple rapes that she had experienced.
Sherry was silent for a little while and seemed to let the subject drop, but after a quiet study period of fifteen minutes she came back to it. "Beth, I know it sounds terrible, but something tells me that you've been ... you know ... with a boy that way."
"Well," Beth said, looking into the older girl's eyes and seeing a look of trust and understanding. She almost blurted out that she had been raped, not once or twice but many times, but she couldn't bring herself to mention it. Instead she turned away and blushed.
"I let it happen .once," Sherry confided. "He was a friend of the family and I liked him a whole lot. I don't know what got into me, but one night we were all alone in the house. That was back East. My father and stepmother went to pick up my brother who was being discharged from the Army. They were gone for the weekend and I was left behind with this friend of my dad's.
"At any rate, I guess I was curious about him. You know what I mean, curious about how he was compared to some of the boys I had dated. I guess that I just wanted to see how far he would go." Sherry hesitated and got a faraway look. "Well, he had been staying with us for a couple of weeks and was going to leave the following week. He was a cameraman for a TV network and he was being assigned to Europe. But he was interesting, too, and he had all kinds of girls calling him at all hours. I guess I thought that he was real hot stuff. So I wanted to test him.
"That Friday night after my folks left, we had a small dinner and watched TV. He was very polite and he wasn't even bored when I asked him all kinds of questions about his work. Not that I cared at all, but I wanted him to stay with me. I could tell that he was anxious to leave as soon as he thought that it was time for bed. I mean time for me to go to bed. But I just stalled and stalled" Sherry got up from the table where they were doing a math assignment together and walked over to the window. It was dark outside, but it was still early. When she turned around and looked at Beth, she had tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Beth! It wasn't at all what I thought it would be. He just sent me to bed and later on, when I heard him come home a couple of hours later, I just went into his bedroom without any clothes on. I guess he wasn't really very surprised. He just looked at me and said, 'Get in the bed. If you want to do it, I'll show you how it's done right.' And when I did, he just took his clothes off and came at me."
Beth's eyes were wide and already she could feel the stirrings of excitement growing between her legs. Hearing the story of Sherry's seduction was much better than having it done to her, and she was surprised that she was getting so hot. When Sherry stopped, Beth nodded her head in sympathy, her eyes begging the other girl to continue.
"I guess he was kind of drunk or he would have thrown me out. But he was nice about it and when his hard-muscled body pressed against mine, right on top of the bedspread, I guess that I got all fluttery. He kept whispering for me not to worry and to just relax and then he kissed me. I had been kissed by boys before, but he was something else. I guess it was the way his big hands slid all over my body. It was like electricity, and I got tingly all over. His mouth closed almost over my entire mouth, but then his tongue came out and forced my lips apart. And, you know what, I found that it was terribly exciting to have his long tongue wriggling inside my mouth.
"We must have kissed like that for a long time and then his mouth moved down and he sucked my nipples until I thought that I would scream. with excitement. And then. Oh, Beth, promise you won't tell anyone."
Beth nodded and put her finger to her lips and shook with an excitement of her own.
"Well," Sherry said, blushing and then turning to look out the window. "Well, after he sucked my nipples, he moved down my body and spread my legs. Then ... then he put his mouth on my ... my crotch and he licked me there until I thought that I would die. It was so fantastic, I can hardly explain it. I went crazy and I guess that I almost bounced off the bed I was wiggling so much, but he held me, held my legs, that is."
Sherry stopped again and turned to Beth. "You know, just thinking about that part of it makes me hot all over. I wish that it would have stopped there. But it didn't.
"When I finally got away from him, he was lice a madman. He spread my legs so wide that I thought that he was going to split me in half, but that was nothing compared to what happened next. I was too weak from his licking to protest much, but I remember he placed my legs on his shoulders and then he shoved his penis into me down there. He was enormous and I knew that he was going to tear me apart, but he just pushed his big thing harder and harder into me. I cried and tried to fight him, but he slapped me a few times. I was so scared and I hurt so badly that I could scream.
"It seemed like it lasted all night. He just kept shoving his penis into me and pulling it out and when he collapsed on top of me I thought that he was going to let me go, but he held me there in the bed with him all night. And every time I tried to leave when I thought he was asleep, he would do it all over again."
Sherry's voice could no longer hide the sobs that were tearing at her. She turned and looked out the window again. "So now you know why I don't date very much. I know I crave sex, but I never want to go through that kind of experience again. Do you understand?"
Her voice was wistful and Beth almost started to cry to keep her company and then without even thinking about it, she told Sherry of how she had been raped at the beach by a group of young men, and by Larry and his friends. It took her a long time to tell it and the only thing she left out about her sex experiences was Susan Hardy. But she' suspected that the sought after girl-lover she had missed since the teacher had left was right there with her.
By the time Beth had finished her story, both girls were holding each other in mutual comfort, but the hour was late and before Beth and Sherry could get more involved, there was a call from Sherry's stepmother that it was time for Beth to go home. The girls parted in an instant and went to the table to gather their books, but before Beth left, as she was standing with her hand on the doorknob, she turned and kissed Sherry full on the lips. The kiss was returned in that brief moment and then Beth was on her way home, leaving Sherry's house with a lightheaded feeling bf knowing that she had found what she had been looking for ever since Susan Hardy had left.
* * *
It was just a week later, or slightly more than that, a Friday evening at Beth's house. Sherry had come to spend the night in typical teenage fashion, but there was something different about that evening. It was planned by Beth. She knew that her mother would be gone for the night and she had beguiled her mother into thinking that the best thing would be to have another girl over for the night.
After dinner, Beth's mother left, but not before giving the girls a list of things to not do, no boys, no late hours, and be sure to lock all the doors and windows and keep the phone open in case she wanted to call. Beth and Sherry smiled and nodded with each of the admonitions. Then they cleaned up the kitchen and finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the car pull out of the garage.
When the dishes were done, Beth suggested that they just go to her room and watch television for a little while.
"And I've got a bottle," she said.
"But I don't drink," Sherry said. "I can't stand the taste of the stuff."
"Oh, you'll like this. It's Drambuie. It's not bitter or anything. Come on."
They went upstairs and settled down on the bed, each with a glass of the liqueur. Beth was right. Sherry did like the warm glow that the drink gave her, but she wasn't used to drinking and after a few glasses she became giggly and felt very warm. It was an easy step then for Beth to suggest that they just put on their pajamas and watch the screen.
Sherry stood up, weaving slightly and laughing. She might have felt some embarrassment at undressing in front of another girl at another time, but the alcohol dulled that inhibition that night and she just peeled out of her skirt and blouse, stood a moment in front of the big mirror in her bra and panties, and then slowly removed them. Beth watched eagerly as the older girl's well-shaped, though smaller, boobs fell free of the bra, and she unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of how those sleeping nipples would soon pop up with excitement when she sucked them.
When Sherry finally dropped her' panties and revealed the dark triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs, Beth was reminded of Miss Hardy before the woman had taken to shaving.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?' "Oh, sure. But I was just admiring your body," Beth said, getting to her feet and shedding her own jeans and sweater quickly. "You've got such nice breasts. As you can see," she added, turning to Sherry and removing her bra, "I've got kind of big ones, too big, I think."
"No," Sherry said softly, her eyes growing bright at the sight of Beth's tits. "Gee, that's beautiful. I wish. mine would get bigger."
"It can be a problem," Beth said, and then she noticed that Sherry was not making a very quick attempt to get into her shorty nightgown. "Hey, let's not wear any pajamas. I don't usually when I'm alone."
Sherry smiled, giddy from the drink, but she felt a small tremor of excitement run through her body, and with it a vague warning that the suggestion was not altogether proper. Then she laughed and said that it would be a great idea. "And give me another drink of that delicious stuff."
Beth poured her a drink and set it on the table on Sherry's side of the bed, leaving the bottle there, too. The older girl did a quick ballet step and tripped onto the bed, laughing and feeling very silly. Beth moved to her side of the bed and picked up the TV remote control, flicking through several channels before settling on an old movie of the horror variety.
"Oh, turn the lights off," Sherry said. "I just love these things in the dark."
Bathed in the cool blue light of the screen, the girls settled in the bed, each conscious that they were hardly watching the movie at all but waiting for the other to make some sort of move. Beth sensed that she would have to start it, but she, too, felt reluctant. Quickly she finished off the contents of her glass and realized that she must have unconsciously left the bottle on Sherry's side of the bed.
She turned and reached over the other girl's naked body, her arm brushing against the girl's breasts. "Oops. I need another drink," she said.
Sherry's nipples grew at the touch and her heart was racing. Beth was there, leaning over her, but she had not yet started to pour her drink. It seemed like minutes that they were frozen, one naked girl leaning over the other, an innocent movement that was frozen for the length of time that it took Sherry to respond. She reached out and touched Beth's breasts, cupping them lightly, weighing their warm mass, testing, hesitating and then squeezing.
Beth felt the light touch and then the pressure. She turned her face to Sherry's and moved closer until her mouth was only an inch from Sherry's. Then she pressed her lips against the other girl's, feeling her respond at the instant of contact. The drink was forgotten as both girls stretched out on the bed without ever releasing their mouths from each other's.
Something long and lingering, tantalizingly slow that would make Sherry grow wild with passion, was what Beth had wanted to do as she pressed her weight down on the girl, but she couldn't deny the fire between her legs and the desire to eat Sherry. She scooted down the girl's torso, leaving a damp trail with her tongue, finally coming to a stop just above Sherry's pubic thatch. She hesitated only a moment, looking up at the dewy-eyed Sherry, and then she opened the older girl's legs, pushing her thighs back until the dark hair of her crotch parted to reveal the moist red flower of her cunt. Beth lowered her face slowly, and then lightly ran her tongue up and down the hot slit, making Sherry cry out with pleasure. Four more times, Beth ran her tongue up and down the crevice before spreading the pubes very wide with her fingers and anchoring her lips around the girl's clit.
"Oh, Beth. Do it. God I love that."
Beth fluttered her tongue over the wildly sensitive little knob, sending the other girl into a frenzy. Sherry rocked her hips up to meet the pleasure-maker in Beth's mouth and her hands clutched the bedspread with such force that her knuckles grew white. Beth's tongue lashed and licked and her mouth sucked until Sherry was reduced to a trembling bundle of jellied flesh, crying and moaning with passion. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had and her head was light with dizziness. She thought she was going to faint from the pleasure that was erupting from her cunt and spilling all through her body. Sweat broke out on her fore-head and the pleasure of the first touch of Beth's mouth soon multiplied, added itself, and squared into a mushroom of ecstasy, held her there in that euphoric state for timeless moments and then exploded into an orgasm so spectacular that she wanted to die.
When Beth got to her feet, she smiled down at Sherry and felt a knowing thrill run through her body as she watched the other's legs tighten and relax in the dying spasms of her pleasure. Beth walked around the bed and poured herself a drink, sipping it nervously and trying to get herself calm. She was eager for Sherry to return the love-kisses that she had given, but she wasn't sure that it would be easy. Maybe, she thought, not this first time, but I can wait. For the first time in her life, Beth had experienced a mild orgasm without even touching herself. It had happened just as Sherry cried out.
But Beth need not have worried. Sherry turned and took the glass from her friend and sipped it. "I have to do that to you, don't I?"
"Not if you don't want to," Beth said quietly. "I want you to want to do it, but not if you feel you have to."
"I want to, Beth, I do," Sherry said. "Show me how to do what you did to me. I want to learn."
Beth felt a tremor of triumph as she directed Sherry to the foot of the bed. Then she spread her legs wide, pulling her knees back almost to her heavy tits and then she used her hands to guide Sherry's face right down to the steamy core of her box. "Just lick it from there and up and then down. Oh, yes, Sherry, that's right. Oh, darling, you've got it. Now there. That's it," she said as Sherry's mouth found her clit and her tongue flicked it erect, sending Beth into a delirium. As the maddening tongue worked her clit, Beth let herself go into the wild feeling of passion. Her plump thighs lightly dosed around Sherry's head and her ankles crossed over the girl's back. The second orgasm began to swell in her body like a balloon and Beth felt that she could almost see it expanding and glowing with heat and then felt it crash through her system, making her buttocks jump from the mattress and her thighs clamp around Sherry's head. She rocked the other girl back and forth until the balloon slowly collapsed before she released her.
With their arms around each other, they kissed until the blood flow returned to normal. When they were both calm, they quietly let each other go to the bathroom and both put on their pajamas and didn't mention what had happened. Sometime before dawn, they awoke and made love again to each other at the same time. Beth had quickly showed how it could be done by straddling Sherry's eager mouth and burying her face under the humid purse of her cunt. Beth felt wonderful being on top and gave Sherry another exhilarating cunt-licking, sending the older girl into wild fits as her finger slipped into her anus when she was coming.
Sherry squeezed her buttocks tightly against the uncomfortable intrusion, but it wouldn't come out, and then slowly it didn't hurt any more, and while it was plainly there it felt almost pleasurable. Her hips rocked with her own orgasm and, sensing Beth's impending climax, she slid a cautious finger in the younger girl's ass. They both moaned and made it together, holding each other in the sixty-nine position for a long time afterward, but their mouths carefully avoided the throbbing folds of their cunts.
Over the next few weeks, the girls found every opportunity to make love, in the back of Sherry's car, once in Beth's room again while her mother was entertaining some clients. And, of course, whenever they spent the night at one or the other's house. The affair was becoming to them a matter of no great caution, for they both sensed without saying it that they were very lucky, and they were very happy to have each other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was like falling into an ice-covered pond in winter, instantly freezing the mind to numbness, a kind of horrifying shock that left them speechless.
Beth had spread Sherry's legs wide to expose the girl's pink cunt lips to her hungry mouth. It was a warm spring Saturday afternoon at Sherry's house, and no one was around. It had all seemed so fine for making love. Both girls had stripped off their clothing as soft, as Beth had suggested it. Then the young redhead knelt in front of Sherry's crotch, burying her face in the delicate folds of the sweet-smelling pussy, licking, sucking and playing the soft sensitive flesh with her hands.
And then the shock.
"What the hell goes on here?"
Both girls leaped to their feet at the angry sound of Sherry's brother's voice. But the ice-water chill of what they were doing froze them into simply standing naked in front of the young man. There were no words to speak, and no place to hide. Beth stared at the intruder, whom she hardly knew, and avoided looking at Sherry. She dared not look at her lover, fearing the girl would have the same panic-stricken expression that she wore.
"Well, the cute little redhead from down the street is fucking queer. How about that?" Dick Fagin shook his head in mock sadness. "Well, don't stand there. Get dressed, you little bitch. I'm taking you home to your mother. I think you need a headshrinker. And you," he added looking at his dumbstruck sister with such loathing that she wanted to cry, "you I'll take care of when I dump this cunt."
He turned then and closed the door which had been left ajar. He was angry and embarrassed, but he was embarrassed for himself, not the girls. The sight that he had witnessed for several minutes before speaking had turned him on so intensely that he felt faint. Had it only been the redhead and some other girl, he would have charged in and joined the party. But his own sister. The thought of it turned his stomach. Not that he had never fantasized screwing Sherry. He had, but he knew that that was normal. But this, he told himself was too much. The fantasy was all right because it was only that. The reality of seeing another girl eating that delicious cunt hit him too hard. His mind reeled with the implications and he found himself getting sick as he knew that he could very easily have joined them and nothing would have ever come of it. What they were doing they would probably do anything to keep from being known.
Dick went into the kitchen and opened a beer and waited for Beth Carson to come downstairs. The cold beer settled his queasy stomach, but his mind kept racing over all the reasons for the girls to be playing with each other. He wasn't shocked so much by the fact of lesbianism. In three years of Army life, he had seen just about all there was to see sexually, but somehow it was all so bad when his own sister was involved. By the time he finished the beer he wondered why he had chosen to walk home from the garage.
His car had needed only a routine maintenance job, oil and lube, but instead of sitting in the bar across the street to wait for it, he had decided to take advantage of the beautiful spring weather and walk home. He guessed then that the girls would have had ample time to hide what they were doing if they had heard his car drive up.
He threw the can into the wastebasket and took another and carried it out to the living room. Sipping slowly, he waited for Beth to come down the stairs, a wait that wasn't very long.
She was beautiful, he thought, strikingly beautiful in fact, and he wondered what had happened to one so young to have gone so wrong. Beth walked towards the door, and stopped, waiting for him.
"I'm sorry," she' said when he stepped behind her and opened the door. "That's all. I'm sorry."
"Sorry that I came home? Sorry for what you've done to my sister?"
"I guess so," she said softly and followed him out of the door.
"Let's walk over to the garage first," he said. "I want to get my car."
As soon as he had made the suggestion, he was in doubt about what he would do when he did take Beth to her mother. Suddenly he felt embarrassed about revealing what he had seen, and would it really accomplish anything? He walked quickly and Beth kept pace with him only with difficulty. She was obviously frightened about being exposed, but then he thought of his sister and knew that to expose Beth he would have to expose Sherry. It was a nasty thing to do to her. Still, he thought, a goddamn queer. His anger rose momentarily, and he was tempted to turn and punch the girl, kick the shit out of her and leave her bleeding on the street, It was a dumb thought and he cooled down, walling in silence the two blocks to the garage.
He pointed to the car and told Beth to get in and then paid the attendant...."What's the address? I don't think I've ever been there."
Beth told him and sat on the far side of the front seat, her mind screaming with fear. For an instant, she wanted to jump from the car and run far away, leave the whole stupid place behind, but she knew that was stupid. Why had they been so careless? Why hadn't they locked the front door? Why hadn't they even closed the bedroom door? She closed her eyes and felt the hot, bitter tears form, burning her lids.
Dick pulled out of the garage and sped down the main street and out onto the highway. There he opened up the car and let the shock of what he knew blur away in the speed.
It took several minutes before she realized that Dick was not taking her directly home. She brightened and thought that he was going to forgive her, but then she became more frightened as she thought that he might even be angry enough to kill her.
"Where are you taking me?" Her voice had the high shrill sound of fear in it, and this time her tears flowed down her cheeks. She turned to fight him, but he cuffed her back into the corner of the seat.
"Shut up. I'm just trying to figure out what to do with you. But I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't get myself fucked up for a queer lice you." His voice was cool, deliberate, but to Beth it sounded more menacing than ever. She cried louder.
"Stop the damned tears," he shouted.
"What are you going to do?" she wailed.
He was silent for a moment, busy wheeling the car around a truck and ducking back into his own lane to avoid an oncoming car. "I don't know yet. I suppose that I should take you home and explain it all to your mother. By the way, how old are you?"
"Seventeen," she said quietly.
"I suppose you know that if I tell, your life will be ruined. You'll be labeled forever." Beth nodded her head.
He waited for her to say something, but she just stared out the window. Glancing at her he was struck with how pathetic she looked. And then he thought of her kneeling in front of his naked sister, her mouth buried in that sweet little pussy and he saw again the rapt look on his sister's face as Beth's tongue explored her sex. And the thought made him feel hornier than he had been since he could remember.
"What do you think I should do with you?' His voice was not as cool this time; it shook with an excited edge that he knew came from the straining cock between his legs.
There was another long silence, interrupted only by an occasional sniffle from Beth. She heard his question and some tremor of hope sprang up. But she couldn't think of what to say, although there was a plan forming slowly in her mind. He was a man, after all, she started to think, and he might want me.
She looked at him closely for the first time and discovered that he was really very hand-some. She knew that he was only twenty-two, but the Army years had given him a rugged and more mature look. She thought then about what Dr. Kerr had told her-that men always liked to be blown. But she let the thought fade away when he turned to her with angry eyes.
"Well, what do you think I should do? I guess I'd better just take you home. Right? And then your mother can work out something."
He had put a cold edge in his voice to cover the burning between his legs. But it wouldn't go away and he knew that it wouldn't until he had taken this very beautiful girl.
"Don't tell on us, please," Beth managed to say, fear very obvious in her voice. "Please, don't tell. I'll do anything. Anything at all," she added with just a hint of conspiracy.
"Well, let's go some place and talk about it," he said. "I've got a cabin up in the hills. We'll go there and you can tell me all about yourself and why you're the way you are. Then I'll decide what to do with you."
Beth nodded, her hands slowly untangling themselves from the clench they, had been in since she had gotten into the car. The cabin, she thought and wanted to laugh out loud. He was very obvious, she thought and relaxed, dreaming again of what it would be like to have a man's cock buried in her mouth, to suck the velvet knob until it spit out all the vengeance of lust. She wanted to break out into an enthusiastic smile, but didn't when she noticed that Dick did not seem pleased. A flash of panic crossed her mind as she realized that, perhaps, that was all he wanted to do; he wanted to hear why she had turned to girls. She knew that she would have to play by ear, go along and tell him everything. There didn't seem much else she could do, unless ... and that exciting thought made the panic slip back in her mind. There was hope, after all.
The cabin was simply that, One large room with a free-standing fireplace in the center, a kitchen and a bath. There were bunks along one wall and the room was furnished with a couch that made into a double bed, a card table and chairs and two lounge chairs.
Except that it was sparsely furnished, Beth was reminded of the big living room at Miss Hardy's beach house. She liked it for its very masculinity, missing only the warm rug of Susan's, but she realized that the vinyl tile floor here was functional.
Dick dosed the door behind them and went into the kitchen. "Sit down on the couch," he ordered. "Would you lie a beer or a drink?"
Beth walked over and sat down, frightened again for no particular reason. "Yes, a drink," she said.
"What'll it be? Scotch? Bourbon?"
She didn't know, as she had had little experience with either. "Bourbon and ginger ale," she said at last, remembering that that was what some of her mother's clients often ordered.
The ice cubes tinkled in the kitchen and Beth sat waiting, still fearful, but gradually growing more calm as she tried to reason that if Dick wanted to tell her mother, he would have taken her directly home. She almost smiled when he came in and sat beside her, handing her a tall drink. He held a beer can in one hand with a cigarette between his fingers. When she had taken her drink, he shifted the beer to his free hand and turned to the girl.
"Okay, let's have it straight," he said and turned away from her.
The drink was strong but sweet and Beth took it without gagging. She waited until she could feel the first flush of the booze work its way through her system before she started to tell her story.
At first she spoke softly, scurrying over her words, but he kept interrupting her. After a half hour, with the bourbon working on her inhibitions, she remembered how Dr. Kerr had reacted when she had told him about the first rape. He had become excited and she' bad gotten her abortion that way.
She finished off her drink asked Dick if he would fix her another. When he brought it to her, she started all over again, tearfully and yet with a note of drama in her voice as she explained how she had been hurt and how she had come to blow the fourth boy at the beach and how, then she had come to like doing that with her boyfriends. She was, however, careful not to mention the doctor's name. And after she had gone through the story of Larry Gibson's friends she explained how she had become an easy target for the queer teacher and that then she couldn't help herself. But she refused to name Susan Hardy when Dick asked who it had been.
As Dick listened he felt his excitement grow more and more intense. When she lingered over the words of her first rape and of how she had sucked off the fourth guy, he found himself falling into the seduction of her words, and he felt helpless to control what was roaring through his body. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought that she was laying the story on a little thick, but he no longer cared. What he wanted to do was have her, have her in any way that he could.
Suddenly he realized that his knowledge of what Beth had done with his sister loomed as blackmail, and he didn't like the sound of that. But the growl of his cock was not to be stopped by such mere ethics as that.
"Suppose," Dick said after a long silence. And this time he turned to face the girl, his eyes softer than before, gentled by the passion that was screaming through his body. "Suppose that I don't tell your mother. What are you going to do?"
Beth had been holding her breath. She had been waiting for him to make such a suggestion, and she knew that she would have to make love to him, but she hoped that he would not want her to make love in the usual way. Even as she let her breath out and tried to think of the right words to say she could feel that old burning sensation, a desire that she couldn't explain come over her as she imagined his cock in her mouth.
"I would be very grateful," she finally said.
He laughed. "Just what in the hell does that mean?"
"I'd do anything you'd ask," she said flatly, but there was a nervous touch to her voice. "I mean anything, Dick."
"Okay," he said softly. "First, I want you to promise that you'll never see my sister again."
Beth turned her head away from him and felt a twinge of regret. She didn't want to do that, but then she knew that she had no choice at all. Slowly she nodded her head in agreement.
"Is that all?"
"No. There is something else. I guess you know what I mean." He put his beer down and looked at her, trying to fathom the sad eyes that seemed only sad on the surface. Underneath he thought that he detected a note of victory. She knew what he was driving at, and she seemed almost relieved that he had asked her. Beth averted her eyes. She knew that he could see through her, but she didn't care any more. And she knew what he meant by something else. For a minute she wanted to laugh as she remembered that whenever a man came into her life there never seemed to be a choice. Only now she wondered again what the choice would have to be, mouth or cunt, and as she thought of it, she got to her feet and began taking her clothes off.
She made no attempt to be provocative in removing her things. She just stripped out of them very quickly and turned to face him as naked as she had been earlier in the day, only this time she felt even more naked than she had been then. Now she was naked for him, and he would come to her as his sister had come.
Dick stared at her for a minute, his eyes running up and down the soft curves and hollows of her body and then he, too, stood up and undressed.
Beth wanted to play it very cool She was thinking that she had reversed the roles then. He would be the supplicant to her body and she would be the one to decide whether he would get his pleasure or not. She almost laughed as she thought of how ridiculous it had turned out to be. From being the frightened girl who had been caught with his sister she now became the innocent seventeen-year-old girl at the hands and lusts of a mature man in a remote cabin. She thought that she could cry rape and she would be believed and he would be in jail.
"Come here, Beth," Dick said firmly when he had dropped his last sock. He was sitting again on the edge of the couch, his cock stiff and large, jutting out from between his legs. Beth's thoughts of conquest were suddenly broken with the sound of his voice. The upper-hand ideas that had gone through her head moments before deserted her and she could only walk over to the edge of the couch where he sat. He put his hand out and took hers, pulling her close to him and then moving her around until she was standing between his legs.
"Kneel down, baby," he whispered hoarsely, "kneel down and do your thing."
Beth looked into his eyes, but she saw only the hot passion of his erection and she dropped her gaze to his enormous cock: Surely, she thought, it was bigger than anything she had ever experienced. She felt a tremor of fear over its size, and then she slipped down to her knees, bending her head forward until her lips were touching the hard plum of his knob. She forced her tongue out to moisten her lips and to taste tentatively his maleness and she waited for him to force her as she had been used to having done to her. But his hands remained at his side and his legs remained comfortably apart. And then she knew that he was making her do the aggressive part.
She wrapped one hand around the base of his throbbing stem and lowered her wide-open mouth over his cock, taking the slick-skinned head of flesh into the warm wetness. Her lips spread back over her teeth and her tongue lay at the bottom of her mouth until she could feel his thick knob touching the back of her throat. Then she closed her lips around the shaft of his cock and swirled her tongue over the pounding head of his manhood. Slowly she lifted her head and nearly let his fat worm slip from her well-salivated lips before dropping her head down again. Over and over she repeated this strenuous and exciting performance until she could hear Dick moaning with his impending climax. In her head she was laughing aloud and between her legs she could feel her own juices bubbling out of her hot love purse. And as the hot paste of his come flooded the back of her throat, she knew that what she had been missing all these months was just that glorious, mind-warping thrill of a man's cock erupting in her mouth. She swallowed his pints and gallons of spume, loved it down to the last drop, and continued to suck the softening pole until he finally had to use force to push her head away.
Beth rocked back onto her haunches, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth sagging wetly, red and used looking. But Dick was too exhausted by the fiery experience of Beth's mouth to have noticed. He, too, had his eyes closed.
Even after Dick opened his eyes and became aware of his nakedness, Beth still rocked back and forth on her legs, her plump buttocks pressing deliciously against the calves. Her eyes were closed and she seemed almost in a trance.
"Are you all right?"
Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him, but her gaze seemed to be miles away. Her tongue rolled suggestively out of her mouth and lapped a couple of times around the perimeter of her lips. She sighed and managed a weak smile.
"I said are you all right?"
Beth nodded her head. "Of course. I'm fine. I feel wonderful. Oh, Dick. You have a beautiful cock, a really beautiful, beautiful cock."
He was simply embarrassed by her words and, at first, he didn't quite understand what she was saying because of the throaty sound, a murmuring, purring sound of satisfaction, and when he finally guessed what she was saying, he didn't know what to do.
"Will you eat me?"
Dick hadn't expected the question, but the idea had crossed his mind. At several points during her magnificent blow job, he had wanted to reach down and turn her around so that he could eat her pussy, but he hadn't, and yet he knew that before the day was over that was what he would do.
"Let's have another drink," he said, getting up and suddenly no longer caring that he was naked. He went into the kitchen and fixed Beth's bourbon and ginger ale' and took another can of beer for himself. When he returned, she was stretched out on the couch, her head resting on the arm.
Dick put the drink on the table next to her and sat down at the other end of the' couch, moving closer to her when she pulled her knees back. He didn't look at her and he tried to keep from touching her although he was burning to lay his hands on her young flesh. She held her plump thighs together, but he knew that he had only to touch her and she would spread wide for him. But his hands remained at his side until he picked up his can of beer and took a long drink.
Beth hunched herself into a sitting position without moving her legs very much and drank her own highball. She continued to hold her legs together, almost afraid to open them for fear that she would become demanding that he lick her burning snatch. She found some small comfort in pressing her thighs against each other, but she knew that her cunt was almost exposed to Dick's eyes if he would only turn that way. But for a long time, he just sat staring across the room, sipping his beer and smoking cigarette after cigarette and never really finishing any of them. The silence was irritating to Beth, but she remained determined not to speak again until he did. Her determination, however, was not needed for long. When Dick finally moved it was to go to the kitchen and get himself another beer. She watched his muscular body ripple as he walked back, her eyes pleading with him.
"Spread your legs, Beth," he said, putting his beer can down. "Open wide, baby. I'm going to eat you up and then I'm going to fuck you."
Beth's eyes were limpid with expectant passion and as soon as she heard his words, she parted her thighs wide, opening her steamy crotch to his gaze.
Dick sat between her legs, putting one up and over the back of the couch and then he lowered his face to her cunt, his tongue lashing out into the humid envelope of her cunt. Lick, lick, swirl and suck. His tongue laved the whole area of her genitals, landing finally on her clit. He sucked the little nub into his tightly pursed lips and whipped it back and forth, up and down and all around. Beth cried out when he became too enthusiastic, but she loved it and felt herself melting into the puddle of helplessness that she always experienced when her cunt was being expertly eaten.
Dick's hands worked under her plump buttocks, his fingers working in and around the firm globes of flesh and into her wet crevice. He easily slid a finger into her asshole as his other fingers manipulated the damp folds of her pussy. When he tired of that, he shoved his thumb into her vagina and irritated the delicate membranes there while all the time his mouth and tongue and teeth and lips worked her clit up, up and away in a flurry of wild sensations.
Beth's forehead broke out in heated perspiration and she could hardly keep her ass on the cushions of the couch, so eagerly did she rise to meet the onslaught of his slurping, sucking, maddening mouth. Her thighs closed around his head, capturing him between the velvet pillows of flesh and muscle until she could feel his hands slowly and insistently spread her wide again. His mouth was a live thing that wanted to consume her and she could feel every nerve in her body dance to the staccato beat of his oral appendage whipping her clit.
It was coming. It was building like a great wall of water rushing loser and closer to the feeble dam of her emotions and she cried out with fear that it would come too soon and cried again when it seemed to simply loom on the horizon of her libido, taunting, hurting, giving such exquisite pleasure and then withdrawing it, giving and taking, giving and taking until she unashamedly let her tears flow down her cheeks and cared little that her buttocks tensed and that her thighs clamped around his head. When the flood finally crashed through and sent her into a violent spasm of release, she shot her legs straight out, held them high in the air over Dick's head for a moment and then collapsed them around his body.
She had never had it quite so good, and when Dick slowly spread her legs wide again and climbed up between her outstretched limbs she was still shaking and too weak to protest. He knelt over her and guided his cock into her dripping slit, slipping it in very carefully until just the knob of his pole was pulsating on the thresh-old of her cunt. His mouth came down on her left nipple, tongue-brushing it lightly to full erectness and even greater sensitivity. Then he moved that marvelously hot, wet probe to the other side, repeated the flicking, sucking thrills there and moved up her warm globe, across her neck and came to rest on her lips. His tongue shot between her teeth, opened her mouth wide and danced with her tongue until she felt so wild again that her legs wrapped around his back. Then he shoved his enormous cock slowly deeper and deeper into her cunt, holding her in a tight embrace and molding her body to his until the massive staff of his cock was buried in her to his balls.
Dick didn't move back and forth. He didn't try to really fuck her then, but simply held her tender body close to his while his dong was imbedded in the wet sheath of her cunt. It had been a very deliberate movement on his part. He had fully understood her fear of being fucked because of her rapes and he almost wanted to laugh when he thought that this was a beautiful girl to whom rape would always be plural. She had told him so very earnestly how much cocks had hurt her when they had penetrated her, but there he was, his penis, thick and throbbing, buried in her love hole right up to the hilt, and there was no protest from her.
It seemed to have happened so slowly that Beth was hardly aware of his thick cock entering her vagina. She felt it, but she didn't experience the usual fear that she had so many times in the past, but she only slowly became aware of its presence in her body. For an instant she wanted to scream, but Dick's mouth was still clamped over hers. And then she came to realize that his cock was not hurting her. It was so different, she thought, from the other times. But he wasn't moving. He just lay lightly on top of her, his prick imbedded in her cunt. He knew because she had told him what it had been like and now he was doing the same thing to her that the others had, but with such a difference that she began to lose her fear of what was happening. She tightened her legs around his back, and the act of squeezing his body closer to her own sent a new and strangely wonderful thrill running through her body. It was as though she was making love to a man for the first time, not just sex, she realized, but love. Her thighs parted slightly and closed again and the movement made her feel his immensity inside her. She had felt strong before when she had taken that fat cock in her mouth, but now, without pain and without fear, she felt even stronger with it buried between her eager thighs.
Dick felt her slight movements and released her lips long enough to whisper in her ear that she had nothing to be afraid of.
"I'm not," she whispered, but he knew that she was still tense.
Slowly, as slowly as he had penetrated her, he withdrew, fractions of an inch at a time until he was once again at her entrance with only the knob of his cock inside her hot wet pocket. Then he pushed himself just as slowly back inside until he was buried again against the sticky dampness of her crotch, their mutual pubic hairs tangling and twisting as though there were life in them. Beth made no cry, for she felt only a deep pleasure pulse through her.
He pulled back again, not as slowly this time, and then shoved his cock into her again. Still she made no protest and when he had done this several times, holding his pounding orgasm back and resisting all that nature told him to do, to slam in and out of her with all of his might, he slowly began to believe that he had broken Beth's fear of being screwed. Her hips began a hesitant movement. At first it felt to him as though she was just adjusting her ass on the cushions of the couch and then he sensed that she was trying to make a motion that would complement his own thrusts. With that knowledge he began to cudgel her crotch with more and more rapid thrusts, and when she made no cry of pain or fear he started hammering his cock in and out of her sopping wet cunt with all his energy. And he was rewarded by her eager response, her hips rolling madly when he had penetrated her to his balls and her legs climbing higher and higher up his back until her knees were rammed under his armpits. Her Ankles were crossed tightly and pressed into the small of his back, limiting and urging him on as he threw his body up and down, his cock slipping deep inside her pussy and withdrawing only to slam back into the welcoming, tantalizing tube of her creamy love sleeve.
"Aagh. Push. Push," Beth cried, her legs locking around him as the orgasm shattered through her body. He felt her clutch him, nails scratching down his shoulders, and he slammed his penis into her, holding it there until his insides emptied into her hot hole.
* * *
It was dark when he drove back to Beth's house, and they drove in silence, but it was not the kind of silence that they had experienced earlier. This was the quiet silence of communication where words were no longer necessary. What they had to say to each other was being said by the proximity of their bodies, her warm, soft hips pressed tightly against his bony thigh, her hand resting gently and very innocently on his knee. He held the steering wheel with both hands, resisting for the moment the impulse to put his arm around her shoulders, to hold her close. It would have been so easy, and she would have been so very docile about it. He knew that she would blow him if he would only tell her to, but he had done something that no other male had ever done to her. He had fucked her where she was designed to be fucked and she had been satisfied with that act for the first time. In some strange way, and he did not really understand it, he knew that he had been the first one to take her. She had been a virgin for him, and he had made her a woman. The others were nothing, and as he thought about it Beth, too, felt the same way. She had been released from the terror of what her body had been demanding all these years, and she wondered how she had been so stupid as to have not have gone along with the others when they wanted to do to her what Dick had done to her that afternoon.
They sat in the dark quiet of the street for ten minutes before Dick moved from the wheel of the car and kissed her full on the mouth.
"I guess you'd better go in, Beth," he whispered and held her closer. to his hard lean body. "I'll call you in the morning."
Her lips parted eagerly to meet the onslaught of his tongue and her own tongue went out to meet it, more than anxious for that parting touch of his exciting oral probe. As it brushed through her lips and grated across her teeth, she could imagine that it was stabbing into the hot recesses of her cunt and that was where she knew it would be the next day. When she broke away from his kiss, she could feel the dampness between her legs and she knew that he was the only one that would satisfy the fire there, even though, she knew, when she took her bath that night she would finger herself t to some sort of euphoria, and the image of her fantasy would be the hard, long, thick throbbing cock of Dick Fagin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a mad thing, a thing that she couldn't understand herself, but Beth loved each time that Dick took her. It no longer mattered that her cunt was being stretched wide to accommodate his enormous prick, it mattered only that his thickness was in her body. She sucked him and fucked him, and the most amazing part of their affair was that the fucking, a sensation that had only meant pain and sorry agony for her in the past, was now something so delicious that there were times when she would surrender his fat pole from the warm confines of heir mouth and let him slide it through the greasy passage of her pussy.
All the fear and pain seemed to have evaporated. When Dick came at her with his cock throbbing with the urgent need for her cunt, she gladly spread her legs, often fingered herself into the right kind of lubrication in order to take his body-filling enormity into herself. For those weeks that she was his lover for the first time, she could hardly do enough to him. When her cunt was filled with menstrual blood, her mouth was eager to swallow his passion, more eager sometimes than even the newly awakened hole of passion between her plump thighs. And that was the way they were when spring warmed bright and sensuously yellow into the humid heat of summer.
But with the summer she had to go away with her mother and when she returned, returned without ever having had another boy or girl while she was away, he was there, cool and waiting. She flew to him and almost ripped his clothes off to get at his cock.
They were still in the middle of town, almost near the same garage where he had had his car on that day several months before when she had met him. No sooner had she gotten into the seat beside him than she was on him as he drove out of town and, before he reached the highway, she had his soft thick penis in her mouth, heating it quickly with her tongue and lips and teeth and applying all the suction she could to make it swell in her cheeks, stretch her lips wide. He dumped his come in the back of her anxious throat about the same time he hit the entrance to the highway, but Beth held his cock in the heat of her hot mouth until it wilted and she had sucked each and every drop of his orgasm down her gullet.
When she rose from the sweaty, salivated genitals that she loved so much, she kissed him on the mouth and he thought that he could taste himself.
Beth sat back on the seat close to him and spread her legs wide. "Oh, Dick, I can hardly wait. I want you to fuck me and eat me until I die. It's been so damned long."
"Patience, baby," he said and moved his right hand down between her legs. He brushed lightly against the satiny crotch of her panties. "Take those off and I'll finger you a little until we get there. It takes a few minutes, you know."
Beth slithered out of the brief panties and pulled her skirt up over her waist. She watched in delight as his big hand moved down again and covered her triangle of red hair, held her breath as his fingers parted her rapidly dampening pubes, and sighed with satisfaction when his thick index finger and his thumb caught her clit and gently began massaging it. Her eyes closed, but her hips began rotating with the steady beat in time with his thrill-giving manipulations.
Dick held her nub of joy for a long time before sliding his fingers down and slipping inside her wet hole. He tried pushing two fingers inside her but it was too awkward and he knew that one finger would be enough. Beth was breathing rapidly, approaching a small climax that would only be a foreshadowing of what she would do when he slammed his cock deep into her cunt. His finger slid in and out while his palm mashed down hard on her clit, and he knew he was getting to her for her thighs kept closing in rhythm with the finger intrusion, and each time he withdrew Beth opened wide again and arched her back up to meet the retreating finger. He increased the tempo until he thought that his arm would break with the strain of the position, but he only took his hand away from her crotch a couple of times in order to use both hands to pass another car or a truck. The last time he pulled his wet fingers away from her, she cried out and tried to hold his arm. She was just at the peak and it almost hurt not to have him playing with her.
He made the pass and came close to the turn-off, slowing the car before shoving his hand back between her legs and letting her grind herself off. Her timing was almost perfect. She came just as he pulled into the parking space at the cabin.
"Wait a minute," she sighed. "Just hold me there." She crushed his hand between her thighs and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him hard on the mouth.
She had been away for nearly two months and the subtle changes inside the cabin were startling until she remembered that they had been her changes. The addition of the hi-fi and the television and boldly patterned curtains had been her ideas. The big shag rug in front of the fireplace had been Dick's idea. He had bought it, he said, so that she would not bruise her knees while she was sucking him off, as blowing him in front of the fire was her favorite little game on cool or rainy days.
Dick went to the kitchen and fixed drinks while Beth peeled out of her clothes. When he came in with the refreshments she was naked and laying spread-eagled on the couch.
"Forget the damned drink, honey, and make love to me," she sighed, pulling her knees back in readiness for his tongue or cock.
"It's a deal," he said with a grin. He put the drinks down and took his clothes off quickly, dropping his shoes and socks in a disorderly pile.
"Get up," he said. "I'll have to eat you since I'm not quite ready."
Beth knew what he meant and she enjoyed doing it that way. She almost jumped up from the couch and let Dick lie down, his head on a small cushion. Then she stepped over and spread her plump ass over his face, shoving her eager twat down until the first thrilling contact of his tongue told her that she was positioned correctly. It was like magic, she thought. He might not have been ready before, but just the touch of her cunt against his mouth and he seemed to be more than ready. His cock was throbbingly hard when her mouth opened wide and took the thick pole of meat into the moist warmth of her head.
Dick's fingers played a delightful tune over her pillowy buttocks before moving down between her crack and spreading her wider. His tongue sprang hungrily into her love hole and stayed there to wriggle in the heady juices. Then he gently insinuated a finger into her anus, shoving slowly until his first knuckle was swallowed by the tight, dark pink muscle. He pulled it out just as slowly and sank it in again, pushing it this time until the second knuckle vanished. When he took it out the third time it was only to pry her rear hole apart and to insert two fingers in that strangely sensitive opening. But all the time he was concentrating on her asshole, his tongue never lost a beat as it whipped Beth's vagina to a frenzy.
Beth felt the back-door intrusion, but it was a thing that she had taught him to do to her after she had confessed that she had learned it from Susan. She knew that he enjoyed doing it and she wondered as she sucked his fat knob what it would feel like to have his cock buried up her ass. But she thought that that would be impossible. Dick was much too large. If he tried that he would surely rip her apart like a piece of paper. She let the idea slip from her head and put all her thoughts into the task of sucking his massive member.
Dick's tongue was. getting to her, her bottom felt like it was on fire, burning and shooting giant jolts of thrill through her entire body. She wiggled her pussy down harder against his beard-stubble face and let his tongue stab inside her until she felt the great releasing balloon of her orgasm inflate, growing larger and larger until she thought that her ass would explode. But before she reached her climax, she gobbled down on his cock, taking the thick pole of hard flesh deeper and deeper into her mouth until the spongy head was banging against her tonsils.
Beth came before Dick did and when her orgasm burst over her like a flood she almost crushed him beneath the weight of her wet haunches and squeezed his tongue-ramming face between the cheeks of her firm, round ass. And when she couldn't stand his touch on her screaming pussy any longer, she moved away from him, but she never let go of his cock and her head continued to bob up and down over his thick knob.
She slipped to her knees finally and gobbled his dong, her saliva running down between his legs and soaking his bag of balls. Her finger slipped between the cheeks of his ass and oozed into his rectum, farther and farther until the tip found the mark. She massaged his prostate gently and let him pour out his come in the warm hollow of her throat.
Later Dick took her on the rug in front of the cool fireplace, rolling her legs far back and letting her rest her calves on his shoulders. He penetrated her slowly and brought her up and crashed her through her orgasm four times before releasing his own passion in the hot, tight core of her box.
* * *
Beth's affair with Dick Fagin lasted until she graduated from high school. It had lasted more than a year, but Beth felt that each time she made love to him it was the first time, and she never felt anything but a strange deep warm glow. She was fulfilled, she thought, and no matter what he wanted to do to her she was his willing partner in all the games of love.
During the early weeks of that last summer, Dick has asked her to move in with him. At first she took it as a proposal of marriage and, being eighteen at the time, she was tempted to agree, but her mother became furious. Beth was too young. There was college to go to in the fall.
They were weak arguments as far as Beth was concerned and she wouldn't listen, telling her mother that she was simply not college material. The arguments sometimes lasted well into the early hours of the morning. And they would have continued until Beth had left without her mother's permission, had it not been Dick, in the end, who finally dampened Beth's enthusiasm. He had meant it when he had asked her to move in with him, but he didn't want to get married. Despite her seemingly carefree life, the proposition shocked Beth. More than that. She was hurt to think that Dick really wasn't in love with her as she was in love with him.
"We'll get married later," he had said during one of their weekly battles. "Wait until I finish law school and pass the bar. Then we can get married properly."
"I can't. It would kill my mother," Beth said. But she didn't say what she was really thinking. She thought that he would never marry her, although she had no idea of why she thought that way. It was simply a matter of having lost faith in Dick.
Towards the end of summer they had stopped talking about it and, though they made love as frequently as they could find the opportunity, something was going out of the affair. Beth sometimes found herself angry with him for no apparent reason, but she continued to make love to him whenever he wanted to. But Beth knew that the affair was disintegrating. She was especially conscious of it when he was fucking her. It seemed to her that much of the tenderness of the early days had been replaced by a kind of urgent assault on her body by Dick's cock. It seemed that he was punishing her for not being woman enough to move out of her mother's house and in with him. And with the loss of that first tenderness, Beth began to feel some old monsters from her past rearing up.
One afternoon when they were making love on the couch, the wind blew the curtain away from the window and the bright afternoon sun flashed into her eyes. When she closed them her head was suddenly filled with visions of pain and she screamed, shoving Dick off her body and rolling over onto her side to weep. It had only been a momentary thing, but she had relived the afternoon of a long time ago on the beach. But even when she had calmed down, she wouldn't let him finish fucking her. Instead she went down on him, sucking him quickly to an unsatisfactory orgasm. But even then she felt little fulfillment, as her mind kept hammering away that she had been hurt by his cock.
CHAPTER NINE
The final break with Dick came one sunny Saturday when he failed to pick her up for their ritual meeting at his cabin. Beth waited for an hour and then began calling around to his favorite haunts and finally, after much reluctance, calling his home. Sherry, whom she had not seen for over a year, answered very coolly. She knew about Dick's affair and didn't like it, but she could never say anything because of what he knew about her and Beth. But she was no help to Beth, as she had no idea where her brother was.
If he had called and cancelled the date, she would have done other things that day, but he hadn't. It was not that she was really interested in having sex with him that day, but some perversity in her make-up told her that when it was time to break off a date she had to be the one to break it off. She felt snubbed and she wanted to know the reason for the rebuff.
At first she didn't know what she would do, but she took her mother's car anyway and began driving all over town, stopping at several bars without finding him. Then she simply drove out of town and found herself heading towards the cabin. It seemed like a place to go and she remembered that Dick often went there to study or to sober up after a night with his friends.
She wheeled off the highway and onto the winding road to his cabin, coming to a stop about a hundred yards from it. His car was there and she was suddenly very glad about it, but then she had the idea of surprising him, and she turned off the ignition and walked up to the cabin very quietly.
The music was playing louder than she had ever heard it and it explained how she was able to enter the cabin without being noticed immediately. Her cheerful prepared greeting was frozen in her throat as she looked on at Dick and the other girl. They were on the floor locked in a sixty-nine position. Dick's head was buried in the girl's crotch and his head was almost hidden by her heavy ass. Neither heard the door open and both went at their respective oral tasks as Beth watched, shocked at his infidelity and fascinated by the sight of the pair making love. She moved quietly to one side of the door and looked intently at the girl's mouth as it stretched around Dick's thick cock, watched in a growing anger and passion as the girl's head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Then she saw Dick's hands as they splayed apart the girl's haunches, but his face was so deep between the plump ass that she couldn't see it.
"You rotten bastard," she finally screamed and ran from the cabin.
Tears streaming down her face, she stumbled into the car and wheeled it around, taking off for town with a squeal of tires. She drove down the winding road, skidding dangerously a few times before slowly bringing the car and herself back under control. But while her anger gradually subsided, she felt strangely horny from the sight of Dick and the girl sucking each other. Without even thinking about it, she moved her hand down to her crotch and found that it was damp. Yet her finger felt unsatisfying there and she moved her hand back to the steering wheel, cursing him and the girl and herself for what-ever it was she must have done to lose Dick.
It was over, she knew that, and she was angry about it for the rest of the afternoon. Angry and frustrated, she decided not to go home, but she had no idea of what she was going to do. Rather she vaguely knew what she was going to do; she just wasn't sure how she would go about it.
Driving slowly into town, she spotted one of Dick's favorite bars and pulled in. She wasn't old enough to drink, but she had been there before and no one had ever asked her for identification.
"Bourbon and seven," she said.
"Aren't you Dick Fagin's girl?" the bartender said as he put down her drink and took the ten she had laid out for him.
Beth sipped her drink, not sure how to answer, but then just nodded her head. She didn't want to think about Dick and she would make it plain soon enough that she was no longer Dick's girl.
The drink wasn't as strong as the ones Dick made at the cabin, but she found that she could drink them faster and she kept ordering until a gentle numbness came over her and the thoughts of Dick and the girl on the cabin floor gradually faded from her mind.
The bartender brought another drink to her and said that it was from a guy at the end of the bar. That was how it was done, Beth told herself, remembering similar situations from old movies and books. She smiled down at the guy and turned away, but she knew that it was enough invitation. He would be coming over to sit by her, and he did it in less time than she thought it would take. She waited until he settled himself, waited for the standard mind-if-I-sit-by-you question and almost laughed when the guy said exactly that.
She didn't mind and she gave him a broad, inviting smile.
"I'm George," he said.
"Beth Carson," she replied to his unasked question.
He touched her glass with his. "Glad to meet you, Beth. Do you live around here?"
She nodded and looked down at her watch. It was hardly six o'clock. And she wondered if it was too early to pick up some guy and get balled, but she felt a hot stirring between her legs and decided that it was not too early and the guy looked ready.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before," he said. "New in town?"
Beth laughed. "I grew up here, but I don't get out to places like this very often."
"You should. It's criminal to hide away a beautiful girl like you, but whoever the lucky guy is I can't say that I blame him very much."
"Thank you."
"Is there a lucky guy?"
"He's not here," she said, surprising herself at the flippant answer. He laughed and seemed to move his bar stool closer to her.
"I'm sort of new in town myself," he said. "Been here only a couple of months, but I like it. That is, I'd like it a lot better if I knew something more about it. Want to show me the sights?"
Beth laughed and didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Sure. Just what kind of sights did you have in mind? We're not exactly the state's biggest tourist attraction."
"Anything is all right with me as long as you're around."
She liked the sound of George's voice. "All right, I know just the place to start. Ready?" She picked up her change, leaving two quarters on the napkin along with her half-finished drink.
George looked at her, shrugged his shoulders and pocketed his own change, leaving a sizable tip for the bartender. He finished his drink, however, as Beth adjusted her dress.
"Well," he said, "where should we start? Just tell me how to get there and I'll be your dutiful chauffeur."
"I better drive my car. I wouldn't want anyone to see it parked here."
She handed him the keys and directed him out of town. They drove in silence for ten minutes before he asked where it was they were going.
"There," she said, pointing to a motel. "I want to suck your cock."
George almost drove off the road at the sudden turn of her conversation, but he managed to slow up and pull into the motel. Beth waited in the car while he went into the office and registered.
"You're quite a surprise," he said when they were in the small room. "You're not a pro, are you?"
Beth laughed and began peeling her clothes off. "No, George. I'm not a pro. I just want to blow you and have you eat me. But promise that's all you'll do. I can't fuck."
George stopped removing his clothes. "Something wrong?"
"Not physical," she said, stepping out of her bra and panties.
His cock was hard and big when he finally dropped his shorts. It wasn't as big a cock as Dick's, she thought, but it was a cock, and she wanted it very badly. When he came towards her, she moved to him, gently pushing him back onto the bedspread.
Then she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her eager mouth, her tongue bathing it wetly before her lips circled it like a constricting rubber band. Her red hair fell around his hairy thighs, tickling him until he opened his legs wide to let her hands reach down and cradle his balls. She gripped them firmly and took her head away from his cock long enough to lick his scrotum, sucking one of his testicles into her mouth and sending him into a frenzy of thrill. Then she returned to the throbbing head of his cock, gently grazing her teeth down his pole while her tongue danced furiously over the knob.
Beth felt her crotch grow more and more damp as her head nodded up and down over the stranger's penis. She felt the growing excitement of knowing that he would spread her legs and lick her cunt, use her body there with his mouth and eat away all the pain she had felt over seeing Dick with the other girl. But there was something else in her urgent need for George, a kind of release that she had not known before and something that she had never been able to understand when, during the last few weeks of her affair with Dick, she felt that she had been used wrongly. And while she sucked on George's stem of stiff flesh she gradually took to the idea that it was because Dick was stifling her, wanting her for himself without being committed to a marriage. A flush of anger went through her, but she used the new energy to fuck George with her head, suck him and try to drive him up the wall with the maddening staccato of her tongue.
Suddenly his thighs closed around her shoulders and his cock threw up its sticky love token, but Beth took it all, swallowing with joy the way she had done with Dick when he came into the back of her throat. She closed her lips firmly around the very head and sucked a little until nothing more oozed from it and she felt George's hands pushing her head away from his cock.
"Wow, baby," he said, lying back on the bed. "I ain't never had a blow job like that."
Beth smiled and went to the bathroom where she rinsed out her mouth, washed away the salty, dry flavor of the stranger's cock, and decided to herself that it was no different than any of the other dongs she had sucked. She wondered then if all men tasted the same and whether it would really make any difference at all whom she was blowing.
When she came back, George was still lying across the bed, his cock all soft and folded under, useless and strikingly ugly to her. But she was no longer interested in his cock. She had had her fill of that. She wanted to have his mouth buried in her quim, his tongue running madly up and down the wet slot, his lips suctioning her clit until she, too, would come as pleasantly as he had.
"How about me?" She said it as she scrambled up on the bed and rested her back against the headboard, her legs scissoring open for him to see the wet gash of eagerness between.
George was still in the lassitude of his recent release, but he recognized her urgency. For a second he thought that he would just tell her to hell with it, but he realized that the evening was young and there were many more delights to share with this strange, beautiful girl. He rolled over, catching one of her legs and opening it wide. Then he positioned himself between her plump thighs and lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly up her soft flesh and circling around the soft red hair of her cunt. He wanted to make it somewhat more memorable for himself and possibly for her by dragging it out. His mouth went up her belly and left a wet trail on its way to her nipples. He sucked one inside his mouth and was rewarded with a nervous giggle. Beth sighed and put her hands on his head and shoved.
George abandoned her breasts with his mouth, but his hands came up and massaged the big globes even as his mouth slid back down her torso and he parted her cunt hair with his tongue. Beth's musky female odor wafted into his nostrils, but he found that very exciting and even as her hands came around behind the back of his neck and began pulling him down into the warm, wet hair pie, his tongue was out, stiff and eager to taste of her charms.
Beth felt the hot contact of his probe on her clit and she involuntarily arched her hips up to meet his wet mouth. She wanted to clamp his head in the soft confines of her thighs, but his arms were in the way. Still she didn't object, for they were there to allow his hands to play with her boobs. Instead she pulled her legs back almost over her head, holding the calves of her legs and rocking her pussy up and. down in his face. She felt her insides begin to boil as George's tongue lashed in and out of her hole, slurping the love dew all over her until she felt it trickle down between the crack of her ass and seep into her anus.
She came with a crashing orgasm that sent George reeling from between her legs. Beth moaned and rolled over onto her stomach and held her thighs tightly together.
"Umm. That was so good, George. So good," she moaned from the mattress.
"I've got something better," he said, gently rolling her over onto her back and spreading her soft, young thighs wide. He was hard again and she knew what he wanted to do, but she wasn't quite capable yet of really insisting that he not do it. She watched with languid eyes as he moved his muscular body over hers and slowly slipped his cock into her dripping love hole.
"Don't, George. Please, don't do that," she said softly and then she cried out for him to stop as she felt his cock slip deeper and deeper into her cunt. "I said don't," she cried out and with a superhuman effort managed to push the man away from her.
"What the hell's the matter with you?"
"Please. Just don't try to fuck me. I'll blow you again. Please. I can't take it." She was sobbing, but George was angry and he backhanded her twice before she cringed back onto the mattress. Then he spread her legs wide and rammed his cock deep inside her.
She felt the pain of his onslaught and all the pain of all the other times came back to haunt her. Suddenly he was just another one of the boys, ramming her, hurting her, getting his and leaving her out on the damning limb of frustration. She tried to fight, but George anchored his face against her breast and when she scratched him, he bit down on her nipple, giving her a strangely different kind of pain, almost erotic, and almost a relief as it took her mind for an instant away from the pain in her crotch.
George hammered into her and suddenly found himself fucking a dummy. Beth had resigned herself to being had the way she didn't want to be had and, not being able to fight his superior strength, she simply relaxed and let him have his way with her. But he felt it and with the thought and knowledge of it, he became sick of her and with himself.
"You lousy cunt," he whispered. "If you won't fuck, then, dammit, you'll suck. Chow down, baby," he said, pushing her off the edge of the bed and pulling her head down to his cock.
She opened her mouth and took the musky-smelling cock inside, licking and sucking it with all her effort until he shot a light load into her. This time she didn't keep sucking him, but she held the spongy head of his cock in the warmth of her mouth until he calmed down.
While she was walking to the bathroom, she could hear him getting dressed. She turned, swallowing his come that she had intended to spit out. "Aren't you going to wait for me? It's my car, you know."
"Of course, honey," he said. "We'll go get a drink somewhere and talk about it."
George was sitting on the edge of the chair when she came back from the bathroom. She had taken a light shower and put on new make-up, but she was still hurt that he would-have tried to fuck her when she didn't want to be fucked. And she was worried that when he had, she had felt such terrible stabbing pains between her legs, something that she had never felt with Dick. It had almost been like being raped all over again.
Beth didn't look at him while she dressed and they didn't say much to each other on the drive back to town.
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know," she said, moving over to the driver's side of the seat when he got out at the bar. "I'll be around. See you, George." And she drove off. But not without noticing that Dick's car was not in the parking lot.
Beth felt strangely exhilarated after she drove away from George. It was still early and already, she told herself, she had revenged herself . on Dick, gotten some strange cock while he was enjoying new cunt. But it was not enough. She wanted more and even as she thought about it, she knew that she was going to drive over to another bar Dick patronized and do exactly the same thing.
Her second conquest of the day was much easier than the first. Beth simply walked up to him and asked him if he would like to make a girl happy.
"I'll buy you a drink first," he said and ordered a bourbon and seven for her.
"I'm serious," she said. "I'm out to set a record, if you have to know. And you look like you might be all right."
His name was Al Stone. He was about twenty-five and he had been around, but the off-beat redhead's brashness was too much. His quick glance told him that she was too young to be an experienced bar stool warmer. He didn't like girls who came on strong, but one look at Beth and he knew that he was going to make an exception.
"Your place or mine?" he said.
"Your place," Beth replied, sipping her drink and looking intently into Al's eyes. He looked like he would be all right, she was thinking.
"Well, let's go," he said, putting a couple of dollars on the bar for their drinks.
Beth smiled and put her drink down, picking up her purse and getting off the bar stool quickly. It had been so simple, she thought and laughed to herself over what kind of fools men were.
Al had a sports car with the top down and when he finally parked it under a carport of a big apartment she had begun to hate such cars. Her hair had been blown all around her face and she was trying to untangle it when he opened the door and helped her out from the almost sitting-on-the-pavement position.
"Don't usually put the top up unless it rains a lot," he said. "But I guess it messed up your hair. Sorry about that."
For an instant she wanted to say something nasty, but her gaze caught his apologetic smile and she was intrigued by it. She returned the smile and let herself be led into the elevator and up to the top floor.
"Want a drink?"
"No," Beth said. "'I'd rather suck your cock first."
"Why don't you get naked first," Al said as he. made a drink for himself.
Beth watched as he mixed his drink. She wondered if he thought that she was putting him on or that he had not heard what she had said.
"I said that I'd like to suck...."
"I heard you," he interrupted. "But what's the rush? We've got all night and there's some very interesting things to drink and eat and listen to. Unless you've got another date?"
Beth shook her head and noticing that he didn't stop making his drink, she started to peel out of her clothes. She felt funny doing that for the second time in several hours and with a second man, but she also felt a kind of thrill at the debauchery of it.
"Very nice," Al said, sipping his drink and looking at her from his place on the big couch. She dropped her panties over the same chair where she had hung her dress and bra, but she didn't take her shoes off, feeling very depraved as she walked slowly over to him in her heels. "Yes, you have a very nice body, Seth."
She sat next to him, her legs loosely spread, but not widely enough for him to see much more than the soft red of her pubic hair. He was being very cool, but she decided that she would be even cooler. Her arm went over the back of the couch, stretching her boobs out invitingly, but Al just looked at her with an amused grin as he drank his drink.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?"
Beth returned the amused look, but then she changed her mind. "Yes. I mean I would like a drink" Al put his glass down and got up, giving Beth a chance to notice that there was no urgent bulge in his trousers even though she had been sitting next to him naked for five minutes. She didn't turn her head as he walked past her, but she felt as though his eyes never left her body.
He brought the drink back to her and stepped back from the. couch. "You are a most amazing girl," he said. "Do you often pick up strangers in a bar and offer to give them a blow job?"
"Only when I want to," she said, drinking quickly from the glass. "I guess I'm sort of at loose ends and sex is the best way to make it all come together."
Al shrugged and excused himself. She watched as he walked slowly across the big living room and into what was obviously a bedroom. He didn't close the door behind him, but she couldn't see him. She drank the rest of her bourbon and seven and got up to fix herself another when he came out of the bedroom.
"Help yourself," he said and went back to his place on the couch, lighting a cigarette before he actually sat down. "And bring me a scotch and water, would you?"
She looked around, found the bottle and poured four fingers of scotch into a glass, dropping two ice cubes on top and filling the rest of the glass with tap water. Somehow it didn't seem improper to her to be walking around a strange man's apartment with nothing on but her high heels, and she idly wondered what it would be like to be a whore and do the same thing for a living. She let the thought go and took the drinks back to the couch where Al had finally settled, his empty glass on the small marble table at his side, and his cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"You are a most remarkable girl," he said, laughing as he added, "but I've said that before, haven't I?"
Beth sipped her drink, avoiding his eyes for a minute and then nodding as she turned to him. "Are you ready to suck me off?"
She smiled and nodded her head again, putting her glass down on the cocktail table in front of her. "I'm ready. Are you?"
Al laughed and nodded. Beth smiled again and slid closer to him, her hands running under the dark purple robe that was all he wore. "You're ready," she said as her hand slid, down between his legs and grabbed the fat immensity of his cock. And it was fat, thicker by far than even the priapus-like cock of Dick's. And it wasn't even completely hard yet, she thought as her fingers wrapped around it.
He was built like a stallion, she thought as. she slipped down to her knees in front of him. He had untied the rope around his robe and opened it for her to see the enormity of his penis, growing more and more thick and longer as she held it. It was magnificent, she was thinking, even as her head dropped down and her lips opened to take the fat knob into the heat of her wet mouth.
Beth went down, squeezing her plump thighs very tightly together as she squatted in front of Al. Her lips had to stretch wider than they ever had before to accommodate the head of his cock. She knew and Al could see how the corners of her mouth turned white with the strain of taking his fat worm into her head. But she got it in and felt the comfortable satisfaction of nearly choking when she tried to swallow all of it, but it wouldn't anywhere near fit into her mouth. Instead of trying again, she contented herself with rolling the fleshy knob of his cock over, under and round her rasping tongue while her fingers played with his scrotum and gradually eased themselves between the crack of his ass, spreading the tight brown hole ever wider and wider as the saliva that dripped down rolled into the little hole and gave her finger lubrication. Her fingernail scratched maddeningly but without pain and finally she felt it slip inside the tight sphincter up to the first knuckle. She held it there as her head bobbed up and down over the jaw-breaking circumference of his cock's plum-red, fat knob. Then, when she felt his stomach muscles grow taut and his hips rise to meet her mouth, she pushed her irritating finger up his ass as far as she could and manipulated the soft flesh under his prostate until he shot his load into her throat and held her soft hair between tightly clenched fists until his gonads had no more to offer her vacuum-pump mouth.
She accepted his compliments for a blow job well done and sat down next to him, sipping her drink deeply and wanting to drain it all and drain herself out of remembering what she had just done. But even as she sat there, her long legs with her high heels still on stretched out in front of her, she knew that the night of revenge was not over for her.
Al put his drink down and dropped to his knees in front of her, spreading her plump young thighs wide until the pink folds of her juicy pussy were exposed to his hungry gaze. Then he shoved his tongue into her box, sinking it deep into her love pot and withdrawing it just as quickly, and then running the hot appendage up until it clashed against her clit. She lifted her legs until her high heels were resting on the edge of the sofa and her plump ass was almost hanging over. Al's mouth closed over to hot, sweet nub of her core and sucked it into his mouth, sluicing in between his teeth until she cried out with a new kind of ecstasy. Then his tongue bore down on it, whipping it back and forth and all around until her body twitched and her hips pounded against the rubbery surface of the sofa cushions.
When it was over, when her orgasm spilled out over the edge of his couch and dripped succulently down his lips, she moved over to her side and let him have his way with her cunt with his thick cock. The pain seemed to be a thing of the past as his fat knob bludgeoned into the wet folds of her pussy, squishing in and out with a wild rhythm. She was being humped from the rear and for a split second she felt like pulling his massive dong from her cunt and. letting him ram it into her asshole, but what he was doing felt so very good that she simply squirmed her ass farther and farther down to meet the pole of his cock. His cock hammered into her and her ass whipped backwards to meet his pelvis, shocking him with the pillowy softness of her cheeks.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she cried as her ass rose high to meet his massive dong. "Give me that cock all the way. Aaagh."
Her sounds were animalistic and she didn't care at all. There was only the superb pleasure between her legs, her cunt split in half by his log-thick prick, and all the while her thighs, plump and soaking wet from her own juices, were clamped tightly together. For a moment she wondered how he was able to shove his fat pole into her that way, but another lunge from the energetic Al made the wonderment vanish in a new spasm of pure pleasure. He dumped his come in her, holding his pelvis close to her quivering buttocks until the last drops of sperm were milked from his knob and into the moist enclosure of her love clam. She sucked him with her pussy, drawing his milky fluid out and pumping his heavy meatpole until it simply softened and slipped docilely from her box.
"What a fuck," she said. "What a fuck. Oh, Al, that was the greatest."
He rose from the floor where he had been kneeling and working her bottom, his knees sore, but his cock was more satisfied than it had been in ages. He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand, but she only moaned in delight, taking the pain of his slap as though it had been the sting of his cock in her cunt. She moaned undecipherable words of appreciation and Al walked away to refill their glasses.
* * *
Beth hadn't really intended to let Al fuck her, but it had happened, and she was surprised later, much later, after he had dropped her back at the bar where he had picked her up, that she felt so very good about it. But she had been slightly drunk, and the size of his cock had turned her on more than she had expected to be turned on.
Al seemed to understand that she didn't want to return to the bar with him and have a night-cap. And he didn't insist that she should, although she felt that if he had she would have gone along with him. He was very much like Dick in that respect, he seemed to be able to order her around without her minding it at all. And earlier, after he had fucked her so very well, she went down on him again, but it was nothing like she had had to do with the other guy. Then Al screwed her again, using her from the front, her legs spread wide for the initial moment of contact and then clamped around his back as his massive cock pistoned in and out of her.
She almost felt a twinge of regret to be leaving him at the door of the second bar as she drove away in her mother's car. Her crotch was delightfully tender from the abuse, loving abuse, that he had administered to her. For a minute or two, as she drove down the nearly empty streets, she thought of returning home, but she thought then that Dick would be calling, for he had surely known who had interrupted his scene at the cabin. And Beth was out to make a name for herself.
There were only a couple of other places in the small town where she knew Dick hung out, and she went to the one that she knew the best. She actually didn't really know the place at all--she had never been there--but she had listened to Dick tell about the nutty motorcycle types who hung out there, a few of them old Army buddies who had managed to make him one of them. But he was never really one of them. They simply tolerated him. He had money, he didn't bother anyone, and he was generous. Beyond that, even his friends in the group had nothing to do with him.
But they were impressed by his chick.
When Beth came in they swarmed around her, flattering her and finding out that she was Dick Fagin's girl. It was a laugh a minute, Beth thought, and she drank their booze and joked with them, giving the big eye to one particularly ugly type who introduced himself as Frog. She could see he was one of the leaders, by the way the others made room for him, and it didn't take her long to pitch him.
It seemed to be a night for the kind of lose-it-all debauchery that she had been going through, and when she met the ugly Frog, she didn't feel inclined to stop where she had left off with Al Stone.
"I suck cock. Do you eat cunt?"
"Believe it, baby," he said and grabbed her by the arm. Before she knew quite what was happening, she was in the parking lot behind the bar. It was dark and ominously quiet when the door to the bar closed behind them. All the loud rock music was muffled back in some distant part of her life, and the grogginess that suddenly hit here when she went into the cool night air made all the booze she had had that day come right to her head.
Frog leaned against a big chopper, his bare lean buttocks pressed against the saddle. He pushed Beth down on her knees in the gravel and pulled her soft red hair into a knot which he guided to his hard prick. She saw the size of him through the blur of booze and the dim light from the back of the bar, but it was another cock and she opened her mouth wide to take it into the heated cavern.
"Oh, suck it, baby," Frog moaned as she licked and gobbled at his thick plum-headed shaft.
Her head went up and down, taking his cock down and down into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue worked furiously around the plump knob at the end of his dong, but the harder she worked the less hard he seemed to be, and when she finally realized that her head was doing no good for him, she whipped off her panties and stood up. "Fuck me," she moaned, leaning against the saddle of the bike as he had done.
Then she noticed that she and Frog were not alone. From somewhere in the dark came the others, leather-jacketed and menacing, but all smiling in the dim light that barely cast a shadow on the faces around her.
"She can sure suck," Frog said to them. "But now she wants to fuck. Well, you guys, you know how I'm goin' to fuck this little him? Somebody take a guess?"
There was a raunchy laugh from somewhere in the crowd and suddenly Beth was pulled around and thrown face down over the saddle, her legs just as suddenly opened wide behind her. Then she felt Frog. She was sure that it was Frog. His thick cock was pressed against her anus and just as she cried out a hand came over her mouth and his fat, hard cock punched its way into her rectum.
Her ass exploded with fire and she bit down on the hand covering her mouth. Her cry cut into the night air for an instant, then her mouth was covered again. But the intrusion into her ass was still there and growing; growing thicker and longer as she felt it push relentlessly up and up her backside, until she felt so stuffed that she wanted to vomit, but the hand held her jaws together and only her nostrils flared out for a breath of air as the cock sank farther and farther up her bowels.
"Tight. Magnificent. Ahh, I think I'm coming right up this baby's ass."
She heard the words and nearly fainted, for the assaulted ass was hers. There was no more pain, and she was surprised to finally discover that fact, but the enormous thickness made her feel that she had to move her bowels. But the pain came back when Frog pulled slowly out of her tight brown hole and rammed his full length back, pulled back and rammed in and kept doing it until her rear hole was greasy, with lubrication, and his entry and retreat were made so easy that he ejaculated up her rectum, his hot spume burning her like an obscene enema.
Later on she would swear that when he pulled his cock from her anus it made a popping sound, but at the time she had no chance to reflect on the humor of the situation. No time was lost after the withdrawal of Frog. Another cock was shoved into her, this time aiming lower and splitting her pussy wide with its dry hard knob, and she was thankful that she was still moist from Al, so that the new intrusion was not as painful as the first. She felt the hammering at her rear and sighed deeply, relaxing enough so that the hand was removed from her mouth. But the hand was quickly replaced by a large, hard cock. She opened her jaws to accept the new invasion, feeling giddy and frightened and terribly used, but, perversely, very satisfied, as she was taken from the cunt and the mouth at the same time.
The guy in her pussy came first, but when he pulled out she sucked all the harder on the cock in her mouth until another cock was rammed up her cunt.
Six, seven, eight or nine, she could never really remember how many of them took her that night. And they all took her in each of her openings.
CHAPTER TEN
It seemed as though she had slept for a life-time, and when she awoke to the bright sun of the morning she returned to slumber. Her body was exhausted, and she didn't really care about living any more.
But the sleep wouldn't stay with her and she woke again and it was still bright morning.
"Feel better?"
Beth nodded but she didn't feel strong enough to open her eyes. The voice was familiar, warm and concerned. She liked the sound of it.
"I brought you some coffee and something to make you feel better."
She nodded again and kept her eyes closed. It was a very nice voice and she felt so very comfortable between the warm sheets that she didn't want to wake up ever again.
"Try sitting up."
The nice voice would not go away, but it was a very nice voice. Beth opened her eyes and looked around the room.
"I know you, don't I?" she said, looking sleepily at Al. "But how did I get here?"
He laughed. "Al Stone, in case you don't remember all of it. It was last night and it was a very long night for you. How do you feel?"
Beth shook her head, feeling the wooziness return so intensely that she laid her head back down on the pillow. "I guess I'm all right," she finally said.
"Well, take it easy," Al said. "You'll be all right now. The doctor was here and he said that there was no permanent damage done."
Beth looked at him and tried to remember what it was that he was talking about.
"You had quite a night. Want to hear about it? I mean the part after you left me?"
She nodded her head and still didn't quite understand, let alone remember being with him.
He spoke to her softly, and gradually the pieces of the night began to fit together, a jumble at first of cocks and beds and motorcycles and pain and somewhere in the midst of it a little piece of pleasure. He told her how he had begun to worry about her and gone around to the various bars in town until he found her. There had been a fight over. her, but he had managed to put Frog down enough to make his friends leave her to him.
"I know they raped you, Beth, and I've told my cop friend about it. Of course he can't do anything unless you make a formal complaint. Do you want to do that?"
Beth shook her head slowly.
"Tell me what started it."
She laughed. "What's to tell? I was angry and I went out and got laid. You were one of the guys I laid last night. So what? Go to hell."
Al shrugged and went over to the table where he had left his drink. He took a long pull at the highball and came back to. the bed. "What's Fagan to you? " Beth stared at him with disgust. "Not a damned thing any more."
"You were talking about him almost all of last night," Al replied. "He must have meant something."
"He did. But that's over. Done. Finished. As far as I'm concerned, there is no Dick Fagan."
Al grimaced and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You're much too young and pretty to let yourself be so bitter. I guess you don't know all that happened."
"Look," she said, raising herself dizzily and dropping her feet on the floor, "just give me my clothes and I'll be gone."
"I think you better stay for a while. My cop friend wants to talk to you about Dick," Al said.
"Why? What's happened to Dick?"
"He was shot yesterday along with a girl up at his cabin," Al said softly and watched as Beth's face went white. He thought for a moment that she was going to faint, but she just sat there numb and staring at him. "The police know that you knew him, but this investigator is an old buddy. He said that he would keep it as quiet as he could if you cooperated with him. Can I send him in?"
Beth nodded, but she could hardly believe what Al had. told. her. It seemed incredible, like a movie or a dumb novel. She had been in love with Dick and she would have forgiven him for not calling her yesterday and she might even have forgiven him the other girl. But no, she knew that she would have never forgiven him for that, and when she finally realized that he was dead she was surprised that she didn't cry.
The police investigator was as nice as Al had promised, asking her only a few questions about when she had seen Dick last. Beth didn't deny having been up at the cabin and having seen both of them, but she lustily assured the cop that they were both very much alive and she even delighted in telling him how she had discovered them. That had been early in the afternoon. Then she told him where she had gone after seeing the two. He nodded and folded his notebook, promising her that he would have to check out her story, but otherwise not to worry about it. He would keep it all quiet if he could.
When he left, Beth turned to Al and looked into his understanding eyes. "Make love to me, please," she said, rolling back into the bed. "I think I need someone to love me."
She had been wearing a top to his pajamas and she spoke softly to him as she began unbuttoning it, slowly revealing the full swell of her breasts. Her nipples were already erect with anticipation as she watched Al quickly undress and climb in beside her.
He leaned over her creamy-fleshed body and planted a suctioning kiss on a nipple, cupping the heavy globe of her fit with his hand. He heard her moan and felt her legs move around him, slipping one under his hip as the other crawled almost to his shoulder. His rigid cock was pressed against the warmth of her soft belly for a minute while he played with her breasts. Then his hand slipped down between her legs and pried open her cunt lips, spreading the soft hair apart. She was already moist and ready for his thick penis which he guided into her hot love hole.
Beth cried out and sank her mouth down onto his neck as he rolled her onto her back, letting her legs kick high in the air. Then he felt her heels come down on the small of his back and he let her feet set the pace, .. shoving his cock deep inside her and withdrawing slowly until she was soon a whimpering mass of hot sweaty flesh, moaning and wildly heaving her hips up to meet his charge.
The sheets of the kingsized bed became tangled in their legs, but they kicked them off and continued to tumble in their mad love play, bodies glistening with perspiration. There were no words spoken, but animal sounds escaped from their throats. Al's hands clutched the plump globes of Beth's buttocks, squeezing the tender young flesh until she thought that she would go insane. Her legs wrapped around his head and he was almost in a kneeling position as his cock pummeled into her wet, sucking love purse.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," Beth cried and locked her knees against his head.
He pushed her thighs apart and fell heavily over her twisting body, shooting his own thick stream of come into her fiery hole.
"Oh, baby," he murmured in her ear even as her hips and thighs continued to milk the last drops of his semen deep into her box. "Oh, baby," he said, "yours is the greatest cunt in the world."
Beth was too exhausted by the final orgasm that rocked through her body to say anything. She just lay under his weight, pumping her hips gently until she felt his cock grow limp and slowly slip from the greasy sheath of her pussy.
They lay side by side for a long time, neither saying anything, but both. happy to be where they were. Beth had cradled her head under Al's arm and tried to sleep, but she was just listless and not sleepy at all. Al had no desire to rest. He wanted to do everything with the beautiful red-head.
"Let's shower," he said after he noticed that the whole bedroom reeked of lovemaking.
Beth sighed and uncoiled herself from his body and got out of bed. She followed him into the big shower. letting him adjust the water temperature so that it was comfortable for both of them. Then she stepped in and Al followed.
They splashed in the shower for a few minutes, waking to the stinging spray and getting thoroughly soaked before he reached for the soap and began washing her body, sudsing her back first up to her neck and then down over the ripe haunches and between her legs. She giggled when his fingers lingered at her clit, massaging it with soapy delight until she crossed her legs and forced his hand away. Then it was her turn to soap him down, and she didn't waste much time with his back or his chest. Her sudsy hands went immediately to his cock and balls where she stayed until she could feel his pole stiffen, lengthen and almost throb. She turned him into the spray of the shower and then turned him back to face her.
"Oh, Al, I want to do this so badly," she cried and sank down to her knees. Her mouth opened wide to take his mammoth rod into her hot cavity. The water that rolled down his chest tasted sweet to her as she drank it in along with the hot, spongy head of his big prick. She chewed gently on the knob and heard him groan, but it was not in pain. Her tongue whipped all around the thick circumference while her hands worked their way under his balls and around in back to seek his anus. Slowly she shoved a finger into his hole and pushed, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. And when it was almost touching her throat she pulled her head back and repeated her movements, until when Al looked down all he could see was a blur of her dark red hair, wet from the shower, but bobbing back and forth over his cock with a kind of frenzy that almost frightened him. He wanted to stop her, but the double effect of the warm water beating on his back and her mouth sucking the life out of him was more than he could stand. He felt the bubble of his orgasm expanding in his loins, swelling larger and larger as the girl's mouth sucked and licked and nibbled his massive cock. He held it back, but it was too big for him and the hot liquid spurted out, flooding the back of Beth's throat.
He heard her moan delightedly through the muffle of his cock and saw her throat move as she swallowed his thick stuff. He tried to pull away, but she hung onto him, her finger still buried in his rectum, and she glued her mouth to his penis while the shower poured over her, until the cock finally softened and went to sleep.
She let it slip from her mouth, but she remained kneeling in the shower, her face pressed against his hairy legs. Beth wanted the water beating down on her shoulders. She liked the cleansing way it poured over her body after it ran down Al's chest. For a little while in the shower, she felt cleaner than she had ever been in her life.
Al helped the girl to her feet and stepped out of the shower, holding her hand to steady her. She was laughing and he felt like laughing himself. They kissed and each took a towel to dry the other.
"Oh, I think I'm in love with you," Beth said, as she dried Al's cock with the towel. "And you, too," she added, looking into his face. "I love you, too. Thank you for finding me."
Two months later, after all the shock of Dick Fagin's death had been buried in the tender love of Al, she and Al were married quietly.
Since her mother had almost disowned her for moving in with Al, they had a quiet ceremony in the city hall, and, since she hadn't anything to give him but herself, Beth saved a very gooey piece of wedding cake for their first night of marriage.
She had showered and gotten into bed and was waiting for Al. He fixed a bottle of champagne and brought it into the bedroom and dropped his robe in front of her. Then without saying anything to him, she pushed him back on the bed and plopped the wedding cake down on his cock and balls, rubbing the whipped cream all over his genital area.
He laughed and drank champagne while she licked up wedding cake, laving his balls and cock so generously that there wasn't a crumb left. Still she wasn't through, and her hot mouth sucked him until there wasn't a drop left in his body that night.
