The steady, rhythmic swaying of the tour bus put Ruth Jacoby into a state of dreamy relaxation. Day One of the four-day guided excursion through the North County's historic gold country was almost a thing of the past. The mad chatter of the bus load of high school seniors sitting behind her had faded into an occasional bit of tittering, self-conscious laughter. Ruth was dead tired. It wasn't easy shepherding a bunch of rambunctious eighteen year olds around, especially since it was their spring vacation that was getting used up and they obviously would have preferred to be doing something "fun," like surfing or riding dirt bikes, something non-academic, nonconstructive.
Ruth took her job as a tour guide seriously, but had what she considered a healthy perspective on the ultimate worth of such vacation field trips. Basically, all they achieved was getting the teenagers out of their parents' hair for a few days. The "learning experience" was minimal at best, thought she did try to follow the tour outline to the letter and give them a sense of "the reality of history," as promised in the glossy tour company brochure.
The bus hit a particularly deep chuckhole and Ruth was jolted wide awake. She looked up over the gray-uniformed bus driver's shoulder, up into his rear view mirror and saw, to her distaste, that the man was paying considerably more attention to her body in the mirror's reflection than he was paying to the road ahead. He was leering at the voluptuous swell of her ripe breasts, twin mountains pushing out against the thin, yellow acetate of her blouse. Purposefully, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the side window at the rapidly fading light of sunset.
Ruth was used to having men leer at her. She had the kind of body, firm-breasted, narrow- waisted, round-hipped and long-legged, and the kind of face, high, wide cheekbones, big, soft brown eyes, a sensuous, full-lipped mouth, and a small, straight nose, that invited rapt stares and double takes. She was used to being leered at, but that didn't mean that it didn't annoy her.
She swept a wisp of her long, silky black hair away from the corner of her mouth, tucking it behind her right ear. She couldn't stand the bus driver's "type." It was always men like him, guys who were good looking in a rough sort of way, with at least one major flaw in their features, pockmarked cheeks or a hawkish nose or big ears, guys who thought they were something really special, really suave and debonair, who made the heavy play for her. Even though she knew that they probably couldn't help themselves, that it was the way she looked at age thirty-two, ripe and ready, that made them act like that, she loathed them. They were always trying to put their hands on her, their arms around her waist, fingers creeping down to grope the full moons of her buttocks. She could've had any number of bus drivers, accountants, refrigerator repair men, if she'd wanted them. She didn't.
It wasn't that Ruth didn't like members of the opposite sex, because she did, very much; it was just that she wasn't interested in "older" men. Ever since she'd begun to have sex, the only times she ever got excited and was fulfilled was when her partner was much younger than she was. For one thing, she liked having complete control over the situation, liked being the older, more experienced "teacher," liked leading her wide-eyed young lover through the marvelous, ecstatic nuances of sex. She also liked being able to arouse and bring off a younger man three, four, even five times in a row. It was the phenomenon of multiple orgasm, an ability that usually tended to diminish with age. With a real young guy, she could keep right on screwing even after he'd climaxed, keep on building and building to her own devastating orgasm. Ruth was a woman who required a lot of prolonged intercourse before she could attain total release.
With an older man, after the initial orgasm, if he could manage to get it up a second time, it was just plain hard work on his part; there was no sense of urgency, no passion to the fucking, nothing but pain and discomfort. She didn't like that. She didn't like the feeling that she was being given her jollies grudgingly. She did like the jackrabbit hard fucking of a teenager, the delicious slippery wetness of her vagina after it'd been ejaculated into three or four times, the feel of warm, sticky sperm trickling down between her sweat-misted buttocks.
A chill rippled up her spine and she shuddered. She caught herself thinking about Bret again. Bret Murdock was one of the sexiest boys she'd ever seen. From his tousled, curly blonde hair, to his deep suntan, to his pale blue eyes, his classic, Nordic features, his rugged, muscular body, he was a dreamboat. Unable to help herself, Ruth turned on her seat and glanced to the rear. Bret Murdock was sitting four rows in back of her, talking almost nose to nose in hushed tones to the pretty red- haired girl sitting next to him. Ruth felt her face begin to flush and she quickly turned back to the front.
She knew that she had no right to be jealous of Ginger Grant, but that did nothing to quiet the anger burning in her chest. She knew that it was extremely dangerous for her to be fantasizing about making love to one of her charges, but that had never stopped her before. Ruth Jacoby was, at times, a woman possessed. Usually, she managed to keep a rein on her hungers... usually. Several times, during the two years she'd held the job as tour guide, she had lost control of herself and had made advances to a boy. She had been lucky that all of them had been so willing to be led by her and so grateful for her favors that they kept their mouths shut afterwards. Giving in to her lust didn't serve to ease the pressure for long; in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect. When she realized that what she dreamed of doing could be done and gotten away with, the urge to push onward, to seduce again and again became even stronger. It was especially powerful when she spotted a boy that really stirred her juices. Sometimes, it got so bad that she could barely function in her job. Her mind was off on other things.
It was getting to that point with Bret already. She not only found herself thinking about him, but she caught herself staring at him. To make matters more difficult, Bret seemed completely infatuated with Ginger, following her around, mooning after her slim, curvy body, her pert, freckled face. The two of them weren't going steady, insofar as Ruth could glean from the conversation she'd overheard, but Bret was pushing for it... and more. The blonde boy obviously was trying to get Ginger to sleep with him and Ginger, ever the prim little pixy, was having none of it. The redhead was revelling in the attention she was getting from Bret, though, that was plain for all to see. The two of them were inseparable all during the tour and Ruth's cause seemed hopeless.
"Are you all right, Ms. Jacoby?" said the blonde girl across the aisle from her.
Ruth turned and stared blankly at the girl for a second, then got hold of herself. "Yes, yes, of course, Sara," she said. "Just daydreaming, I guess."
"You had such a strange look on your face," Sara said.
"It was a strange daydream," the tour guide answered, giving the girl a smile. Sara, too, was a remarkably pretty girl. She had the kind of face that one usually found on the covers of fashion magazines, smooth, almost flawlessly beautiful features. Her cheeks might have been a bit too round, from baby fat, but other than that, she was exquisite. She wore her shoulder length hair neatly styled with a becoming upsweep on either side of her part. Like Ginger, like all of the girls on the tour, all of the girls from Mira Pavo high school most likely, Sara was almost too sweet, too pure for words. This was in direct contrast to the type of clothes she wore, which showed off a good deal of silky tanned skin, a lot of leg and arm and tummy. If Ruth had been wearing those shorts and that halter top, the bus driver would've wrapped them all around a tree as soon as he left the depot. She glanced at the girl's firm, pear-shaped breasts, at the flat, satiny plane of her tummy. Sara had the kind of tight, smooth little body that would send grown men into slobbering fits, but she'd cultivated such a wholesome, innocent aura that any male who tried to make her would look like the lowest, most base creature on earth. It was a pose that Ruth understood all too well. The tour guide had grown up in upper middle class Southern California, too; she had played the same, teasing-without-seeming- to-tease game herself when she'd been in high school. It was a game calculated to turn adolescent boys into obedient puppies and it worked like a charm.
"Are we very far from the motel?" Sara asked.
"To heck with the motel," said the teenage boy sitting on the other side of her, "are we far from dinner?"
"No, Tod," Ruth said to the super clean cut boy, "we should be pulling in to the Bide-A- Wee in a couple of minutes."
"I hope they've got good food," Tod said, showing Ruth his dimples. He was almost too clean, his short brown hair too perfectly styled, his skin too clear, his eyes too bright.
Tod was class president, valedictorian, and planned on getting into politics as soon as he graduated from private college.
"You wouldn't know good food, Parks, if it hit you in the face," said the black-haired boy directly behind him. He was big, powerfully built, with a heavy set jaw and slightly protruding brows. He wore his shag hairdo combed forward in front, in long bangs to hide his unbecoming forehead.
Ruth smiled at the boy, hoping to hell that he didn't start to pick a fight with the smaller Tod. She knew she'd have little hope of pulling the bigger boy off, even with the driver's help. Rick Lino was an all-city high school football player and prided himself on being the roughest, meanest center in town.
In the presence of Ms. Jacoby and Sara, Tod felt he couldn't back down. He figured that his chances of getting beat up were slim, considering that there were so many people around, that the risk was acceptable.
"Says you," Tod said, glaring back at Rick.
The black-haired boy reached out with his great ham of a hand and grabbed hold of Tod's whole lower face, digging his fingers deep into the blushing cheeks.
"Says me," Rick said, his dark eyes glittering, giving his hand a little jerk, making Tod's head twist around to the point of pain, then relaxing.
Knowing that she had to do something to head off the violence, Ruth jumped to her feet and clapped her hands together several times, getting the attention of all the bus' occupants, including Rick and Tod.
"All right, students," she said, "we'll be pulling into the motel and restaurant in just a few minutes."
A chorus of cheers broke out.
"I want to remind you all that you have been assigned roommates for the night," she continued. "There will be no switching around and all doors will be locked from the inside all night long."
The cheers turned to groans.
"I'm sorry," she said, glancing at Rick who had let go of Tod's face and was frowning at her. Tod was rubbing his jaw carefully. His cheeks had red marks on them from the pressure of the bigger boy's fingers. "I'm sorry, but those are the rules of the company and we all have to abide by them. In case you've forgotten who your roommates are, I'll read you the list again."
Ruth read down the list, including her own name. She had assigned herself to the same room as Sara and Ginger. The choice of Sara was accidental; the choice of Ginger was on purpose. Ruth wanted to make sure that she kept Bret away from the redhead after lights out.
The bus driver pulled into the big asphalt parking lot in front of the Bide-A-Wee motel and the whole throng trooped over to the adjoining restaurant, which was decorated wild west style, with rough hewn logs for ceiling beams, Indian blankets on the wall, and cattle brands adorning the paper place mats on the formica tables. Ruth's tour company had a standing deal with the restaurant: the students got to pick from three different complete dinners. It was the same at all the stops along the tour route, a choice of three.
Ruth couldn't get very enthused over her chicken fried steak. She went to the trouble of cutting it into tiny bits, then couldn't bring herself to chew it. The trouble wasn't so much that the food was terrible as it was that from where she was sitting she had a perfect view of Bret and Ginger. She finally decided that she couldn't stand it any longer, so she got up from the table and walked over to the cash register. She spoke briefly to the manager of the place about breakfast the following morning, then addressed the group.
"Students," she said. "I expect you all to go straight to your rooms after dinner. You can pick up your room keys in the lobby across the way. I will be checking up on you later."
Ruth left the restaurant amid the groans and catcalls of the teenagers. She wasn't supposed to leave them alone at any time. She was committing a cardinal sin, but couldn't help it. She had to get away from them, away from Bret and Ginger, or she felt she was going to do something terribly embarrassing. She went to the motel office, got her room key, then walked along the row of single story rooms, each with its very own wagon wheel out front, until she found the right one.
Ruth thought about going back out to the bus and getting her luggage, but didn't have the strength. She sat down on the edge of the single bed furthest from the door and lay back, shutting her eyes. At once, her mind was flooded with images of Bret, of Bret naked against her, his smooth, well-muscled body squirming against her soft, supple flesh, the lust-heated pole of his hard penis trapped between them, throbbing powerfully against her white belly. She could almost feel his warm mouth pressing down on hers, feel the tip of his thick tongue pushing between her parted lips, between her teeth, surging down her throat as he ground his impassioned hips against her tender pussy mound.
It felt like a fever was overtaking her, like she was being sucked down into a seething, sensuous vortex. She struggled up, fighting to open her eyes, shaking her head to clear it, to rid it of the deliciously wicked images. She looked down at the soft, rounded peaks of her breasts and groaned aloud. Her nipples were sticking up like pencil stubs under the thin fabric and they absolutely ached with longing. Between her legs there was an ecstatic tingling, a quivering of sensation over the plump horse shoe of her pubic mound.
"NOOOO," she moaned softly. She was talking to herself, talking to that part of herself that demanded release, release from the tension that was tying her insides into knots. Ruth didn't like to masturbate... she always felt soiled and guilty afterwards... but that's what she desperately needed to do and knew it. She had to take the edge off her lust and quickly or she'd go crazy.
Despite her state of excitement, she had the good sense not to pull up her skirt and start playing with herself there and then. Anyone, any of the students could have walked in on her in the middle of it. She pushed up from the bed and walked into the bathroom on rubbery legs, closing the door behind her. As she moved, the swish of her smooth thighs brushing over each other only further incited her animal hunger.
Quickly, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and pulled her luscious breasts free. When she touched the tender, crinkly tips of her nipples, waves of sheer delight rippled down over her tummy and down between her legs. Unable to bear the tension any longer, she fumbled in under her skirt, catching hold of the waistband of her lacy, black bikini panties and rolling them down over her flaring hips, then down her slim thighs. As the panty crotch came away from the lips of her pussy, she felt the oozing slickness there. She shivered. She was sopping wet!
Kicking her panties off over her shoes, she sat down on the closed toilet seat and rumpled the hem of the skirt up over her belly, exposing her long, snow white legs, the dark, tufted tangle of her black pubic hair. Moaning again, from deeper in her throat, she spread her thighs wide apart, lifting her heels from the floor, raising her knees up. She peered down at her own pussy, at the ragged pink lips beneath the fringe of dark hairs, at the beads of slick moisture clinging to, rimming the slightly pouting labia. The keen, foxy scent of her love juices came wafting up over her tummy, so musky, so pungent that they made her head spin. She put the heel of her hand to the hairy summit of her sex and began to rub, massaging the resilient hummock greedily, her hips jerking, hunching upward, responding to the lewd and wicked caress by grinding into her smooth palm, by tipping back so that the top of her ragged slit, the dew moist petals were rubbed as well.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and her breathing deepened until it became a steady gasping. She was off in a little dream world all her own, a world where the hand between her long legs didn't belong to her... it belonged to Bret. He was the one who was touching her, savagely groping at the tender, sticky meat of her hot pussy, his fingertips teasing down over the hair-fringed petals, stroking at them with animal hunger. Bret was rubbing her pussy and she was loving it, holding her legs widely splayed for him, giving him total access to her deepening slit. As the rushes of pleasure intensified, pulsing in time to the insistent pressure of his hand, she could feel herself getting so hot, so wet, so swollen that the double pair of bright pink lips began to smooch apart, to yawn, to gape invitingly. There was a bonfire raging in her cunt, the flames licking up over her rippling tummy, down over her trembling thighs, and tiny mewls of pleasure erupted from her gasping throat.
"OOOOOOH, BRET! BRET!!" she shrilled.
Faster and faster, she worked her hand, believing with all her soul that it was his hand, her legs opening and closing, scissoring over each other as the steam heat of her arousal kept building and building.
"BRETTTTTT!!" she squealed, her whole body convulsing, her legs kicking straight up in the air, the flat of her hand actually slapping her pussy, beating a moist, nasty tattoo on the throbbing petals.
In her mind, the blonde boy was feeling the same all-consuming passion that was devouring, destroying her. He was going wild on her, kissing, sucking, biting at her bare breasts, pushing down to suck her silky belly, to fuck his tongue tip in and out of her deep navel, his mouth sliding lower and lower until his lips grazed the soft black hair of her mound, lower still, until his nose pushed in between her spongy soft labia, until his tongue lapped excitedly at the very mouth of her pussy.
"NOOOO! HONEY, NO!! DON'T! DON'T PLEEEEASE!!" she bawled to her phantom lover. But she didn't mean it. She wanted him to lick her pussy, wanted him to eat it whole. She knew that by pretending to be afraid of oral sex, of his savage hunger for her loins, she would only drive him wilder, make him eat her all the harder.
Since it was her fantasy, after all, she was right. The Dream Bret went totally animal on her, chewing, nipping at the sticky flanges of her cunt, working his tongue over every hair, every slick and fragrant fold. The wet slurping of his tongue and lips splayed her labia even wider apart, until they were peeled back the full length of her slit, until the glistening, pearly pink inner flesh of her vagina was exposed.
Ruth sat there on the toilet seat, her face horribly flushed, her naked fork obscenely spread, holding the gooey pink petals open with the fingers of one hand and with the other, fumbling in her steaming crevice for the oily little marble of her erect clitoris.
"YESSSS!" she shrieked as a searing surge of ecstasy jarred through her loins.
It was not the tip of her index finger that was wildly flicking the hot bud of her clitoris; it was his tongue. He was moaning and snuffling, snorting into her open pussy, licking her clit a mile a minute, trying his damndest to drive her right out of her mind.
He succeeded, in spades. Ruth's eyes bugged open as a jolt of pure electricity shot through her mound, her legs flailing madly overhead as the delicious rippling tumult of orgasm avalanched down upon her. She could feel her pussy squeezing, fluttering on thin air, the round, wet mouth of her vagina smooching frantically against her smooth, slippery palm. Then she was falling, dropping through space at a terrible speed, her mind illuminated by awesomely powerful flashes of white light. Climax inundated her, obliterating time, place, everything. All that mattered, all that was real for her in those brief, ecstatic seconds was the joy exploding in her loins and rocketing up her spine.
"YESSSSS! YESSSSS!!!" she screeched, the wanton cry bursting from her throat as she lifted her knees way up over her shoulders, as her blinding pleasure storm peaked.
She was so wrapped up in her own delight that she failed to hear the motel room door opening, failed to hear someone call out her name with concern. Ruth kept right on pinching and rolling her clitoris, quickly pumping it to drag her delight out to the absolute limit, imagining that it was her teenage dream boat sucking frenziedly at her open cunt even when someone knocked tentatively on the bathroom door. She was moaning, groaning so loudly that she couldn't have heard the knock even if she'd been listening for it.
When the bathroom door suddenly swung open, Ruth was too dulled by pleasure to react instantly, to pull her legs down from their obscene position, to pull her dress down to cover her lewdly gleaming genitals. She just sat there, still fondling herself, glistening fingers digging greedily into the moist parted gash of her cunt, and blinked in shock and disbelief.
"Oh!" Ginger exclaimed, her face going first dead white under the freckles, then slowly turning a beet red. She looked right down at the tour guide's naked pussy, at the indecent thing the woman was doing to herself, and was paralyzed. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Ruth's face burned, too, as she quickly dropped her feet to the floor and swept her skirt down over her bare and glistening loins. Even if she had been able to cover herself before the door opened, the pungent, funky smell in the closed bathroom would've been a dead giveaway. It smelled like Friday night in a brothel.
"Oh, I thought... I mean... oh!" Ginger babbled, totally stunned by what she'd seen.
Ruth had never been so mortified in all her life. She'd been caught in the act! Caught by one of her own students! It was too degrading, too horrible. It was a million times worse than if she'd been caught in bed with a boy! It made her seem like a complete degenerate! She had to do something, to say something to the girl, but couldn't think of anything at all. Her mind was a blank, and when she started to get up, to reach out to Ginger, the girl jumped back in fear.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" Ginger cried, stepping out of the bathroom and slamming the door shut in Ruth's face.
Ruth staggered as if she'd been punched in the stomach, dropping back to the toilet seat. In that one, impulsive, incredibly stupid moment, she'd blown her whole career. From the look in Ginger's eyes, the look of pure horror and revulsion, she was sure that the girl would report her, if not at once to the bus driver, the leering, sneering driver, then later, to her parents after she got home. Either way, Ruth's job was over. The company required its tour guides to be of sterling character; there couldn't even be a hint of any past sexual impropriety. Lewd conduct on the job was unthinkable. Ruth shuddered and began to cry softly. It was worse than just losing the job, blowing a chance to move up in the company. In order to cover themselves, the company directors would undoubtedly want to make sure that she was suitably and publicly punished. Why, they could even send her to jail for what she'd done!!
She grabbed a towel and pressed it tight against her nose and mouth, muffling the racking sobs that overwhelmed her. A thousand times in the next few minutes, she reviled herself for being such an idiot, such a weak and wanton slut. That it would be Ginger, the girl who had everything Ruth lusted after, the girl who had Bret, who would be her undoing, was a perverse twist of fate. Ruth had meant to keep an eye on the girl, but it worked out the other way around.
Ruth cried herself out into the towel and when she was done, she felt utterly drained. She regarded her tear-stained cheeks, her bloodshot eyes in the mirror and whimpered. What a mess she was! And there were still three more days of the tour to get through! Three more days of wondering if Ginger had told on her, of wondering if all the students knew, if they were all laughing at her behind her back. She had to salvage her face, to make some attempt at regaining her dignity. She turned on the cold water tap and began to wash her face. The icy water seemed to bring her back to her sense a little.
She blotted her face with a fresh towel and surveyed the damage to her make up. The mascara was ruined and the hint of eyeliner was gone, but a quick touch up would fix that. She worked quickly, efficiently, and was finished with the job in minutes. She smirked at herself as she viewed her pretty face. She looked so cool, so calm, so sexy, no one would know that she had just been through a disaster.
Then a thought hit Ruth like a ton of bricks. She had to reach out and grasp the wash basin with both hands to steady herself. If her career was truly over, if she was going to get the axe and possibly much worse after this tour was over anyway, then she was free to do whatever she felt like doing without fear of discovery, of punishment! They could only do so much to her, no matter how she behaved from here on. She was free to seduce any and all of the boys who appealed to her, to use them any way she wanted!
As she considered the possibilities, the ramifications, her heart began to pound excitedly. She felt a growing certainty that Ginger wouldn't try and report her to the bus driver. It would be too embarrassing a thing to tell to a strange man. No, the girl would wait until she got home and then tell her mother. The shit wouldn't hit the fan until the three days were up!
Ruth realized, though, that she had to be very careful around Ginger, very aware that the way she acted would have a great deal to do with how the girl reacted to what she'd seen. If Ruth acted scared or ashamed, there was a good chance that Ginger would tell all to one of her girlfriends and that had to be avoided at all costs. Ruth wanted her predicament to be a secret so she could work on the teenage boys unimpeded. So, she had to present a firm, confident front to the world in general and to Ginger in particular.
The tour guide buttoned up the front of her blouse and brushed her skirt free of wrinkles, then opened the bathroom door and walked purposefully out into the motel room. The two girls, Ginger and Sara, were sitting on their beds reading magazines. When the door opened, Sara looked up and smiled. Ginger just kept on reading, keeping her face hidden behind the garish cover of the movie magazine.
"I'm going to check on the others," Ruth announced. She looked at Ginger and frowned. "Ginger, you know you shouldn't be reading that trash. It will rot your mind."
The redhead lowered the magazine and peered at Ruth, her blue eyes still showing revulsion and horror, but a kind of puzzlement, too, an amazement at the boldness, the shamelessness of the woman who stood before her.
That puzzlement was just what Ruth wanted to see. She wanted to keep the girl off-balance, to keep her guessing.
"Why don't you put that garbage away... both of you," Ruth said, turning to Sara, "and start reading about the Bainsford House. That will be our first stop tomorrow morning. It's a very interesting place. All the background information is in your tour booklet."
Sara made a pouty face and Ginger just looked dumbfounded.
"The tour booklet, girls," Ruth said, with authority.
Both girls put down their movie magazines and dutifully scrounged up the educational material.
"That's better," Ruth said, smiling. "Much, much better." She walked confidently across the room and opened the motel room door, stepping out into the cool night air. She felt strange, like she wanted to laugh out loud. It was all going to work! She could feel it down to her toes. She was going to get everything she wanted before she had to pay the piper!
CHAPTER TWO
"Wow! Would you look at that!" Tod Parks cried as the Bainsford House came into view through the bus' front window.
The teenagers behind him all stood up, trying to get a look. As a result, none of them could see anything but the backs of each other's heads and the bus lurched precariously because of the sudden shift in weight.
"Sit down, please!" Ruth shouted to them, waving her hands in the air. "We'll all be able to see in a second."
When she turned back to the front of the bus, the gabled mansion was looming up at them. It sat atop a high, wooded knoll in the middle of a fairly large sized valley. It looked like a fairy castle with all the Victorian geegaws, the steep roofed turrets, the intricately carved arches. To further enhance the fairy look of the place, it had been painted in exquisite colors, all the shingling was done in a warm rust, the tall, narrow window frames in chocolate brown, the sweep of the curving arches in startling pinks and yellows. It looked like the kind of place an elf king would live in.
"The Bainsford House," Ruth said, reciting the tour booklet's words almost exactly, "was built in 1881 by Niles Kerwood Bainsford, the Borax tycoon, for his wife, Angelina, and his daughter, Faye. The cost at the time of construction was four million dollars. Such a house could not, I repeat, could not be built today for less than ten times that amount." She paused to let the "ooohs" and "ahhhhs" to die down.
"It has thirty-five bedrooms," she went on as the bus came to a stop out front, "twenty bathrooms, two grand ballrooms, three formal dining rooms, a formal garden, a solarium, an arboretum, an extensive wine cellar and a shooting range. At the peak of Mr. Bainsford's fortune, in 1887, on a single weekend, he entertained as many as twenty- five hundred people."
"It's wonderful!" Sara gushed, her eyes as big as doorknobs, her hands clasped rapturous between her pert little breasts.
"Once we are inside," Ruth continued, "we will follow the Bainsford House staff tour guide. Please stick as close to her as you possibly can. It's a huge house and it's very easy to get lost if you wander off. We don't have time to waste hunting for you." She gave Bret and Ginger a stern look and was pleased to see the young man wince and the redhead jerk her eyes to the floor.
"All right, single file, now," she said, leading them out the bus' front door.
She walked up the broad stairway leading to the spacious veranda that ran the whole length of the mansion. The staff guide, a Mrs. Coolidge, was waiting for her in front of the huge double front doors.
"Beautiful day!" Mrs. Coolidge said, energetically. She was a tiny, silver-haired lady who always wore prim long dresses and an intense smile. Clearly, she loved her work.
"Yes, it is," Ruth said. Then she turned back to the students who were rubbernecking, gawking as they milled up the stairs. "Please, remember what I said about staying close to Mrs. Coolidge," she told them.
"That's right, children," the little old lady said, "stay close so you won't miss a single one of my pearls of wisdom."
The students gave each other strained looks, as if they couldn't believe anybody could be as corny as Mrs. Coolidge, but thankfully, no one had the courage to crackwise, not yet, anyway.
"I want to call your attention to these double doors before we go in," the old lady said, gesturing at the deeply carved oak panels, the beveled and frosted leaded glass. "These doors were imported from Paris, France. They were made in 1794 and originally graced the entrance to the Chateau d'Champagne du Lac, the residence of Viscount Henri Rothschild. They were taken completely apart, crated, shipped here and reassembled."
Some of the students had begun to fidget, but their attention perked up when they entered the house proper. Boring spiel or not, the inside of the place was absolutely stunning. There was a lavishness, a richness to everything, the furnishings, the architecture that made even the most dull-witted of the teenagers gape in awe.
When Mrs. Coolidge led the group into the main library off the central foyer, the sighs of ecstasy were spread evenly all around. Even Ruth, who had seen the Faye stained glass portrait many, many times, was stricken to stone.
"That glorious window," the little old lady intoned, gesturing at the huge work of art that took up practically one entire wall from floor to ceiling, "is a portrait of Niles Bainsford's daughter, Faye. It was commissioned in 1889 and it took three years to complete. During those three years, tragedy struck the Bainsford family. Angelina Bainsford died quite suddenly, leaving her husband a crushed man. He was never to fully recover from the shock of his loss. More and more, he doted on his pretty young daughter, who resembled Angelina a great deal. Up until Mrs. Bainsford's death, the mansion was always full of wealthy young suitors, admirers of Faye's beauty. After her death, however, Mr. Bainsford refused to admit any of the young men to the house. Soon after that, he stopped entertaining altogether, closing his doors to society amid rumors of terrible scenes taking place in the grand ballroom, scenes between the master of the mansion and his male guests, over supposed attempts on their part to defile the purity of young Faye."
Ruth shivered. Whoever the artist was who'd conceived and constructed the stained glass window, he was a genius. The quality of the light streaming through the colored glass, the portrait on glass of the young heiress were spellbinding. He managed to capture, in her kneeling, praying figure a sense of perfect innocence.
"According to legend," Mrs. Coolidge went on, "Mr. Bainsford demanded that a lock of his daughter's hair be placed somewhere in the portrait, fused right into the glass. If the lock of hair is there, no one has ever been able to find it."
The little old lady smiled as she saw the teenagers intently searching the great panel for the tiny bit of hair. Then her face grew somber.
"Within a month after the completion of the window," she said, gravely, "Faye Bainsford was dead... by her own hand. She threw herself out of the east tower window on May 12, 1892, two years and one day after her mother's death."
The roomful of teenagers was deathly still.
Every single one of them was holding his or her breath, staring wide eyed up at the magnificent portrait.
"As I said," she continued, "Mr. Bainsford never regained his sanity after his wife's death. He became a recluse and forced that lifestyle upon his daughter. Had Faye not been so devoted, so trusting, she might have survived, might have escaped the horror of her fate. But she loved her father and wanted to help him. In truth, no one could help Niles Bainsford. He was both doomed and damned. With every day that passed, he became more irrational, more jealous of anyone, anything that interfered with his relationship with his daughter. He demanded that she sleep in the adjoining bedroom, Angelina's bedroom, and that the door between the two chambers be kept open at all times. Bainsford became the most disturbed during the period of the full moon. By February of 1892, he'd become so violent, so unbalanced, that he even frightened himself. He ordered the few remaining servants to chain him to his bed and not to release him until the full moon had waned."
A chill raced up Ruth's spine and scuttled crablike under her scalp. Mrs. Coolidge was a past master of the pregnant pause.
"After witnessing the change that came over him," the little old lady said, "all the servants left. According to the butler, who had been with the family for twenty years, Mr. Bainsford turned into something not quiet human, something pitiful and at the same time terrifying. So, Niles and Faye were left alone in the house.
"Nothing untoward happened until a month later, when the full moon was again on the rise. This particular rising of the moon coincided exactly with the death of Angelina Bainsford. No one knows just what happened the night before Faye's suicide. There were only the two of them. Some people say that Niles Bainsford, caught up in the throes of his moon madness and grief, crossed through the door that night and, thinking that Faye was his wife, took her violently and at great length, only releasing her after the sun had come up... whereupon, she climbed, sobbing, hysterical to the highest point of the mansion clad only in her nightdress, and leaped to her death."
The room was deathly still, all eyes were turned towards the silver-haired lady.
"Niles Kerwood Bainsford," she said carefully, "lived one year more. One year exactly. On the anniversary, the double anniversary of tragedy, he blew his brains out. He did this while standing on the east tower ledge, the same spot where Faye jumped. Before he shot himself, he was heard to shout 'The ghosts! I cannot abide the ghosts!' " The ensuing silence was finally broken when one of the teenagers coughed. It was a signal for all of them to shuffle their feet, to scratch, to return to the world of the present. Even so, the story had had an effect on each of them; it was visible in their eyes, in the way they held their mouths.
"Next," Mrs. Coolidge said, "we will see the president's suite. President Rutherford B. Hayes slept there the last year of his term of office."
As the teenagers trooped after the little old lady, Ruth hung back. She had already made up her plan. She knew who she was going to seduce, and how and where she was going to do it.
"Oh, Tod," she said, waving the young man over to her.
"Yes, Ms. Jacoby?" he said, eagerly.
She smiled at him. Tod was not her first choice for a lover, but he was a close second or third. She knew that she didn't dare come on to Bret, not with Ginger hanging on his arm, Ginger who when threatened with the loss of her boyfriend might decide to spill the beans to prevent it... so she had to be satisfied with Tod. Not that he was such an unlikely choice. There was something about his earnestness, his eagerness to please that really excited her. Also, he was too straight-laced, too stiff. Under that rigid exterior, she knew there had to be a highly repressed animal begging to be unleashed. That's exactly what she intended on doing.
"I wonder if you'd mind helping me for a minute," she said, trying not to show her excitement.
Tod glanced over his shoulder at the rapidly disappearing single file line of his fellow students.
"Don't worry," she told him, "we'll catch up with them in a bit. There's something I'm supposed to get ready to hand out to all the students and I'm afraid the boxes are too heavy for me."
Tod puffed his chest out with pride, obviously tickled to death that she regarded his "strength" so highly. "I'll be glad to help," he said.
"This way," she told him, leading him in the opposite direction the others were taking. She wandered back through the great house until she came to a part that wouldn't be covered much later in the tour. She walked straight to a door that she knew opened into a deep linen closet, gripped the crystal knob, and opened it.
"It's all in here," she said, turning on the light. She stood to one side and let the boy walk in past her.
Tod looked at all the empty shelves layered almost up to the ceiling in the oblong room, then turned toward her, his face full of confusion.
"What's all in here, Ms. Jacoby?" he said. "This place is empty. Are you sure you've got the right closet?"
"Oh, yes, Tod," she said, thickly, pulling the closet door closed behind her, "this is the place, all right."
The boy smiled weakly. "But you said that the stuff you had to hand out was in here," he said.
"That's right, Tod, it is," she said, moving closer to him.
"Heh, heh," he laughed nervously, backing up until he came against the rear wall.
"You see, darling," she said, stretching out the last word until it was a sigh, a caress, "I have nothing to hand out to the other students... but I do have something to hand out to you."
"Really?!" he croaked, his face blushing as he inhaled her perfume, as he automatically glanced down at her lush breasts.
She nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse. She undid it all the way down to her navel, keeping the lapels closed, giving him a teasing glimpse of the insides of her supple mounds, of the silky smoothness of her white skin. She watched his face, the astonishment, the growing excitement. He was beginning to understand what was about to happen.
"Do the other boys talk about my breasts at all?" she asked him, still holding her blouse closed.
"Huh?! What?!!" he said, jerking his eyes up from her chest.
She smiled at him. "Do they talk about my tits?" she said. "Do they talk about what they'd look like, what they'd feel like?"
"Uhhh, well, uhhh, sure, I guess so," he stammered, his eyes dropping back down to those sleek cones.
The deep blush in his cheeks told her that he was telling the truth. "I thought as much," she said. "All of you guys want a peek at them. Well, Tod, this is your lucky day."
"My what?" he gasped.
Ruth ripped the front of her blouse open, spilling out the heavy globes of her ripe breasts.
"JEEEZ!" Tod moaned, his eyes becoming huge.
She grinned at him, putting the tip of her index finger to the soft smooth pink rings that crowned her resilient mounds. She teased her fingertip round and round and like magic, the soft smooth ring began to crinkle up, to push out from the tip of her breast, to harden into a taut, sexy stub. It felt good, too. It felt great to be showing her tits off to the astounded teenager, to be fondling herself right in front of him.
"What do you think, Tod?" she asked, scooping the luscious cones up in her hands, allowing the jutting nipples to stick out between her fingers as she squeezed herself, flattening her breasts up into snowy full moons. "Are they big enough to suit you?"
"Big enough?!! Wow! Are they ever!!" he groaned excitedly, his hands moving nervously at his sides.
"You wouldn't like to touch them, to feel them up a little, would you?" she asked, tauntingly.
"Wow!" Tod said, his jaw dropping. "Do you mean it?!"
Ruth reached down and took his wrist in her hand, raising his hand up, putting his fingers on the warm peak of her breast. When he gripped her smooth flesh, digging his fingers into it, digging the hard, hot nipple into his palm, she shuddered violently and let out a little moan of pleasure.
"God! They're so soft!" the boy cried, taking both of her delectable mounds up in his hands and squeezing them, rubbing his thumbs over her taut nipple buds.
"HONEY! OOOH, HONEY!" she groaned, moving closer to him, putting her hands on either side of his waist. "Honey, suck them! Suck my tits until I scream!"
Tod didn't even say "Wow!" He just dove into her breasts, stuffing her hot nipples into his mouth, licking them with his tongue, working on one, then the other, smearing them with his searing saliva.
Ruth cradled his bobbing head with her hands, guiding his hungry, young mouth over her breasts, cooing with ecstasy as his lashing tongue, his sucking lips, his nipping teeth sent flickers of delight shooting down over her tummy, down between her legs. She'd been right about the boy! Once he was turned loose, he was a wild thing. He couldn't get enough of her tits. He was snuffling and snorting, slurping noisily like a hog at trough, trying to stuff as much of her supple cones into his mouth as possible. In his excitement, he was sucking her buds deep into his mouth, way over the back of his tongue and when he let them pop free, the gleaming, dripping, friction-reddened stubs, indeed, the whole ends of her breasts quivered and jiggled deliciously.
"That's it, Tod," she moaned to him, her eyes shut tight, her head beginning to roll about on her shoulders, her long hair swishing through the air, "BITE THEM! BITE MY TITS!"
Tod chewed her nipples savagely, rolling the erect tubes of tender flesh between his teeth, all the time milking the heavy globes right into his mouth.
He did his work so well, so wonderfully well, that after a few minutes Ruth was on the verge of screaming. Incredible waves of pleasure raged through her body and the heat between her thighs was so great that she thought she was going to melt. Gasping for air, she pushed him back, forcing him to stand upright, pinning his shoulders to the wall.
"WAIT! LOVER, WAIT!!" she moaned into his feverish face.
His mouth was gleaming with smeared slobber and all around his lips the smooth skin was reddened from the prolonged contact with her flesh. He was breathing even harder than she was, making horrible gasping sounds.
"MMMMMM, YOU DID THAT GOOD!" she said, planting her warm, smooth mouth on his wet one, stuffing her long tongue down his throat. She felt him stiffen against her as she proceeded to explore the buttery soft inside of his mouth and throat. Whether he was used to French kissing or not, he soon got into the swing of things. Before she knew it, it was Tod who was flipping his tongue through her pursed lips, fucking into the hot, sweet cavern of her mouth, trying to strangle her to death with his hot, pebbly tongue.
She let him french her to his heart's content, grabbing hold of his hips and pulling his loins hard against hers. At once, she felt the hard, pulsing lump of his penis. He had an erection, all right, one hell of an erection! The feel of that throbbing rod pushing against the top of her mound and her belly made Ruth go all mushy inside. She could feel her pussy starting to seep hot, slick juice, feel the slippery dribbles streaming down the insides of her thighs. It was too much! Too much!
Groaning, she pushed him back, pulling his tongue from her throat. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and whimpered. For a boy his size, he was hung like a gorilla!
"I WANT TO TOUCH IT! I WANT TO TOUCH IT!!" she crooned to him.
Taking his lead from her, Tod grabbed her wrist and put her warm fingers against his luridly pulsing crotch, his eyelids fluttering shut as her fingers encircled the trouser- shrouded neck of his penis.
"IT'S SO BIG!" she moaned, squeezing the hot rod right through his pants, rubbing the heavy, blood-filled knob into her palm.
"OOH, WOW! WOW!!" he gasped, his hips writhing, hunching lewdly into her massaging hand.
The lust-swollen bulb filled her whole fist with its fiery heat, its mammoth girth; it made her whole body ache with longing. Quickly, she ripped open his fly, shoving her hand inside, grabbing the bare, smooth-skinned staff of his erect penis, jerking it out into the light.
"OH, TOD! TOD, LOVER! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" she wailed.
Indeed, the young man had a fine looking cock on him. The head was a great swollen mushroom of palest pink, cleft in the middle like an albino plum, and at the lower half of the cleft was a tiny, glistening slit. The upper side of his bulb was crowned by a jutting ridge of spongy flesh that throbbed visibly with every twitch, every jerk of the rigid shaft. Directly beneath the wet slit, hanging in soft, wrinkled folds was a small clump of skin, his nerve bundle, the seat of all his pleasure. The clump of skin was a darker shade of pink than the rest of his shaft, filled with thousands of sensitive nerves that led directly to his massive, shifting testicles. Under the nerve bundle, the thick blue veins of his shaft jutted out from the thick flesh like soda straws, intertwining like fat blue worms. And, running the full length of the underside of his penis, standing out cleanly against the smooth outer sheath, was a great bowstring taut mass of tendon and ligament. Each time the tendon tightened, his cock would nod and bob, bob and nod idiotically.
Tod didn't have very much body hair at all, a few wisps on the ruddy gooseflesh of his scrotum, a bit more around the broad root of his cock in a lewd, feathery ring. His hairlessness made him seem even younger to Ruth and .that excited her more than she could stand.
She slipped her fingers down around the wide base and gave the full length of it a brisk, pumping caress. She didn't treat his cock like it was made of china, but really pulled on it, knowing from experience that that was how to give a guy the most pleasure.
"UHHHHH!" Tod moaned, slitting his eyes against the astonishing surge of delight that rushed over his balls.
"It's going to be good for you, I promise," she panted, driving his long, thick cock through her tight fist, squeezing at it in a fluttering, spastic, maddening way, a way that mimicked the wild convulsing caress of a cumming pussy. Even as the boy writhed in ecstasy, shuddering against her, the insistent milking stroke brought a thick, white seepage to his tiny slot.
Feeling the stuff come oozing out of his cock, feeling it dribbling down over his bulb, Tod groaned in embarrassment. He was afraid that she would think he'd cum already. He had nothing to fear.
Ruth knew pre-cum when she saw it... and knew just what to do.
"OOOOOOH, YOU'RE LEAKING!" she cried, pumping harder, making the slimy fluid bubble from his slot, making it trickle over the backs of her fingers in gummy rivulets. Ruth let out a baleful moan and threw her face against her hand, pressing her wide, full lips against the sticky semen, opening them, licking at the white stuff with her tongue.
"OH! OH, MAN! OH, MAN!!" he croaked, grabbing at the coal black, silky sweep of her hair, clutching it in his fist, firmly pulling her squirming mouth, her lapping tongue up over the edge of her fingers, up onto the hot skin of his cock.
Ruth moaned with excitement as the musty scent, the gooey consistency, the salty flavor of his pre-cum assaulted her senses. Her mouth, her soft lips were pressed tight to the hard-throbbing rod of lust-thickened flesh, the satiny smooth skin of his shaft and the delicious slippery wetness of his semen was smearing over her face. Nothing, save grim death, could have kept her from following the sticky trail of sperm up the length of his erection, up to its wetly gleaming source. Whimpering, the lovely woman bathed Tod's pulsing cock with her slobber, lapping at his penis like it was a popsicle on a hot day, as if she were afraid that if she didn't get it all at once, it would melt away.
Instead of melting away, the long rod seemed to grow even longer, thicker, and the tendons on its upper surface were pulled so taut that the whole length of the knob-tipped staff began to bend into a lewd upward curve, like a great pink banana.
"IT TASTES SO GOOD!!" she whined, her cheeks burning with sex heat as she licked her way up the underside of his arching erection, sweeping her tongue over the bloated blue veins, sweeping up the gobs of pre-cum dribbling down over them. Her whole head reeled from the odor of his loins, musty, manly slightly sweaty. In her ardor, she coated his obscenely stiff rod with gleaming saliva, working her way up to the clump of skin just below his slot. When she touched that super-sensitive nerve bundle with the tip of her tongue, the boy thrust his hips forward spastically, hunching right into her face.
"OH!" he gasped, trying to swallow the cotton in his throat, trying to control his wildly bucking loins.
"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!" she crooned, sucking noisily at his thrill center, pulling the tender drapery into her mouth and nursing on it, knowing full well that she was sending waves of sheer delight coursing down his long cock.
"OH! OH!!" the boy whined, his penis flexing mightily in response to her hot, wet sucking, each flex sending another big blob of heavy creamy fluid oozing from his slot, oozing down over the purpling face of his cockhead, down to her waiting, hungry lips. By the time Ruth finished with Tod's nerve bundle, he was humping like a lust-crazed mink. She drew back a bit and looked at the tiny clump of skin. She'd sucked it until it was bright red.
"UHH!" he said urgently, jerking on her hair, trying to pull her mouth back to his aching cock.
"You want me to suck it some more?" she asked, breathlessly.
Tod nodded so hard he nearly broke his neck.
"OOOH, YOU ARE A DIRTY BOY! DIRTY, DIRTY! DO YOU KNOW THAT?"
He just blinked at her.
"I'll bet you want me to suck the head until you cum right in my mouth!"
Tod shut his eyes and nodded again, rapidly.
"You're a dirty boy," she said, putting her fingers to his broad, rubbery bulb and smearing the viscous white pre-cum all over the knob end of his penis, "and I'm a dirty girl. I'm going to lick and suck your big, wonderful cock. I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth and then I'm going to eat it. I'm not going to miss a single drop. But first, I think we'd better get your pants all the way down."
"Whoa!" Tod croaked as she ripped open the button of his waistband, as she wrenched both trousers and underwear down around his ankles in a single jerk. His clothing was wadded up in a figure eight around his ankles; he was hobbled by his own Fruit of the Looms!
"That's better," Ruth said, leering at his almost hairless legs, at the wildly throbbing rod of his penis. "Much better."
"Oooooh!" the boy groaned as she once again took hold of his cock, wrapping her feverish fingers around the thick neck, lifting the jutting spear up from the horizontal, pinning the fleshy, searing rim against his sternum.
Her pulse pounding hard in her temples, Ruth bent down, leaning forward toward his naked loins.
"Uh!" he choked as he felt her hot, steamy breath gust over his semen swollen testicles.
Ruth took a deep breath, inhaling the keen, manly odor of his aroused crotch. It was all hers. The big, beautiful boy cock was all hers! She opened her mouth and a long strand of crystal clear slobber slipped from her lips, dribbling over her chin. Her fingers tightly gripped the sinewy, muscular cheeks of his small buttocks as she pressed her trembling lips against the hot, pebbly sack of his scrotum.
"OHHHHH," she moaned, rubbing her mouth against the leathery bag, mashing her lips against the heavy, kidney-shaped orbs it contained.
Tod's whole body jerked at the feel of her mouth upon his balls. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he felt the unbelievable happening. She was licking his testicles! Licking them passionately! Bathing them with saliva, caressing them lovingly, just as she'd done to the shaft of his cock!
The feel of his fuzzy balls hard and tight under her lips put wings on Ruth's libido. She began to suck at his tender orbs, to work her lips completely around them and pop them in and out of her mouth. She knew that she was getting to him, turning him on something fierce. She could feel it and hear it. Not only was he gasping, wheezing above her, not only were his hips ticking rhythmically, grinding his saliva-drenched sack against her wet mouth, but his cock, which stuck straight up from his sparsely haired loins like a tree trunk, was thumping, pounding against his breastbone as it jerked and flexed in anticipation.
"OH, MAN! OH, MAN!" Tod babbled, wallowing in the sensation, his hands caressing her ears and neck.
Slowly, Ruth began to move her mouth up, working it and her lashing tongue up the smooth underside of his cock. She made no attempt to drink down the heavy flow of his pre- cum, which had turned into a veritable torrent leaking from his bulb, but let it mix with her own hot drool and smeared the incredibly slick combined fluid all over his penis. When she'd worked her way back up to the head, she paused, panting hard.
"OOOH, LOVER, I WANT YOUR DICK SO BAD!" she cooed, stabbing the tip of her tongue out, rubbing it teasingly over the sticky face of his cock, sawing it over his oozing slot.
Tod just gawked down at her, watching in awe as the lovely woman rasped her pointy pink tongue over his cockhead, shuddering at the thrills that lewd, intimate contact provided him.
"So bad!" she moaned, drooling all over him, her lips kissing at the blood-filled tip of his penis, beginning to suck at the slippery, rubbery face.
Then Tod went rigid. Those marvelous liquid lips of hers parted and swept down over the head of his cock. He could feel the edge of her teeth rasping over him and then his hard- pulsing knob was trapped in the seething, slick cavern of her mouth and her wet tongue was swirling, madly swirling against its underside.
Ruth drove her soft lips down until they popped over the flaring rim of his cockhead, until she held his great, blazing bulb completely in her mouth. It was broad and smooth and it pushed out on her cheeks, down on her tongue and up on the roof of her mouth. She felt no discomfort, even though the mouthful was awesome, even though her cheeks were all pooched out from the girth of the thing; she was far, far too turned on to feel anything but devastating excitement. Whimpering from her heat, she carefully lowered her head, pulling the stout shaft down from the vertical, making it stick out straight from his crotch.
"WOW!" Tod cried as he saw what she was doing to him, saw the immensely thick, lust- hardened shaft of his penis jammed between her obscenely ovalled lips, saw the way his knob pushed her cheeks out of shape.
She held his cockhead still in her mouth for a long moment, revelling in the sexy sensation, in the hot pulsing against her cheeks and tongue. She looked up at him, her lips nibbling faintly at his penis and saw that his eyes were glazed, his face shot through with raging pleasure. He was so close, so close to cumming already. She held him right on the very brink of orgasm. A single hard suck, a tiny nip and he would be fountaining into her throat, bucking his joy right into her face. She felt a sense of power at that moment, a sense of power that dizzied her. This smooth, sexy boy was her puppet, her toy. She could make him jump and jerk at her whim, make him dance to her tune, her tempo.
Slowly, she leaned forward, forcing more and more of the huge rod between her lips, making the heavy tip tease over the back of her tongue and nose into the tight confines of her throat.
Tod's knees began to knock as her mouth squirmed down around his mid-shaft, as the searing hot sheath of her throat enveloped the bloated head of his cock.
Whining softly, she gripped his buttocks even tighter and pulled herself forward, letting his massive erection fill her to the point of pain, taking the whole straining shaft into her gullet until the head bumped against something solid and unyielding deep within her. Impaled, spitted by the monstrous cock, Ruth went into a frenzy. Waves of scorching heat washed over her face as she twisted the tightly stretched ring of her lips about the broad root of his cock, as she nuzzled her nose into the soft, wispy hairs of his loins, as deep in her body, the head of his cock rubbed incitefully against the slippery hot walls of her aching throat. Moaning, groaning from the fever that consumed her, the tour guide slowly pulled back her head, allowing the dripping, gleaming shaft to emerge from the depths of her throat. The huge head surged back onto her tongue, its thick rim jamming against the back of her teeth. She opened her mouth wider, slipping the purpling knob from her lips.
"Was that nice?" she asked, her voice a hoarse croak from the pressure of his penis against her vocal cords. "Did you like that?"
Tod was far too aroused to make a verbal answer. His eyes were wild with passion, his face flushed beet red. His cock answered for him, however, by bobbing frantically up and down in front of her wet lips. Then his hands were grabbing at her small, shell-like ears, trying to pull her forward again, to force her mouth back down over the head of his cock, his cock back down into the delicious, soothing depths of her throat.
Ruth was tempted to take him in again, to bottom him and then start bobbing her head, giving him the throat fuck to end all, but she didn't. She had something else in mind.
"NO, LOVER. NO, WAIT," she said, putting her hand flat against his hard, lean stomach and holding herself back from him. "I've got something better. Something that I know you're just going to love."
Tod stopped pulling on her ears and slumped back against the wall.
"That's better," she told him, straightening up. "Now, first you have to do a little something for me."
He looked at her without understanding. Ruth took up her heavy breasts in both hands and split them wide apart, opening up her deep cleavage. "First," she said, moving closer, "you have to lick."
The boy immediately fell to the task with a wild eagerness, thrusting his face between her parted breasts, licking, slobbering all over the silky smooth skin.
"OOOOH, THAT'S IT! MORE! MORE, LOVER!! GET THEM ALL SOPPING WET! YESSS! YESSSSS!" she crooned, shivering with delight as he drenched not only her cleavage, but the insides of her firm globes, the tips of her fingers in his warm, slick slobber.
When she decided her tits were wet enough, she pushed him back and made him straighten up. Then, she leaned forward and knelt down, pressing her lush breasts right into his hard, swollen testicles, forcing his erect penis to slip into her hot, wet cleavage. Then she gripped her own tits firmly, mashing them together, trapping his cock between the silky pillows of flesh, actually bending her mounds around his shaft, completely enfolding it and squeezing them together so tight that the head of his cock turned a much darker shade of purple, so that it bloated out even more from the blood trapped in it, so that the skin took on the same kind of sheen as an overinflated balloon.
"OH! OH!!" Tod gasped as she began to move her hands, as she started to slide her breasts up and down his cock shaft, forcing his cockhead to pop in and out of the top of her cleavage like a mulberry-colored jack-in-the- box. Every time the fat rim popped up into the light, it made her supple mounds tremble and quake.
For any other woman, it probably would've been enough to bring the boy off that way, with his searing hot penis wedged between her saliva-coated breasts, but not for Ruth. Her hunger for the boy was insatiable. She not only wanted to feel his long cock bucking jerking against her tits, to see him shoot white semen straight up in the air; she wanted to taste it!
"MMMMMNNNN," she cooed, bending her neck down and tucking her chin into the hollow of her throat. She thrust her open mouth down on his cockhead, pushing the entire bulb into her mouth until her warm, wet lips once against slipped down over the wide rim.
Tod couldn't believe what was happening to him. He blinked in amazement as he watched her go down on him, as her smooth cheeks suddenly went concave, her lips sucking nursing on his knob with startling power, her tongue lashing back and forth wildly over his nerve bundle, and all the while her hands were moving those silky breasts, making them slip incitefully up and down the shaft of his cock.
Ruth sucked and pumped, pumped and sucked, working her tits faster and faster, building up the intense friction heat between his shaft and her smooth breasts.
"UHH! UHH!!" he groaned, his fingers digging into her shoulders hard, his hips starting to flip.
She could feel his excitement beginning to peak. She could feel it in the pulsations of his cockhead against her tongue. She could feel it in the billowing heat of his balls against her bare tummy. She nursed on his bulbous cockhead with all her might and literally whipped her tits over the rigid rod, actually mashing them up against her ovalled lips, teasing, milking, sucking Tod's precious semen up from his aching balls, up the hollow stem of his cock, up toward her famished mouth.
Ruth groaned as a drop of something hot and salty shot onto her tongue. It was about to happen! He was going to cum!! She went berserk, making crazy, sloppy sucking sounds, crushing her breasts tighter around his throbbing pole as he tried to bring on his orgasm.
"YOWWW!!" Tod cried, pushing forward from the wall, his hips snapping viciously as joy raged down his tumescent cock, as his balls began to pump and throb furiously.
The first gusher of his boiling seed was so powerful, so voluminous, that it took the ecstatic woman totally by surprise. She wasn't prepared to be half choked to death, drowned by the initial spurt. The great spurt shot straight over the back of her tongue and rushed down her throat in a torrent. She moaned from low in her belly and gulped as fast as she could, trying to keep from coughing, to. keep from sputtering and losing even a single drop of the creamy fluid.
She was so preoccupied with her swallowing that she stopped moving her breasts altogether and let the boy screw into her cleavage at his own tempo, his hard loins bashing into the undersides of her smooth globes, making them quiver like Jell-o on a plate. While he battered her breasts, fucking between them as fast as he could, she kept her lips tightly wrapped around the neck of his cock. Even before she'd recovered from the first volley, a second one was gushing forth, sweeping over her tongue in a hot an sticky wave. She bolted down the viscous nutty flavored goo, her adam's apple bobbing furiously as she struggled to keep one gulp ahead of the rising tide.
Tod's balls were a vast reservoir of untapped cum. He shot buckets of it into her greedy mouth. So much in fact, that she could feel it sloshing about in her belly. When she'd had her fill and then some, to give him an even more devastating coup de gras, she let the still spurting knob slip from between her lips and held its gleaming face against the corner of her wetly shining mouth.
"WOW!" Tod gasped as his cock once again flexed with pleasure, as yet another rush of his thick white sperm fountained from his bulb. This time, however, it did not go swirling down into her belly; it gushed over her upturned face, spattering her lovely mouth, her tiny nose, her furiously blushing cheeks.
"YES! YESSSSS!!" she whined, her fist wrapped tight about his cock root, pumping it hard, making the gobs of sticky semen shoot from his bulb and rain down upon her feverish features. She held her mouth wide open and caught the white dribbles on her tongue, not swallowing them, but holding them on it, holding them in a slimy pool for him to see.
The boy puffed and panted as she mashed her open mouth over his ejaculating cock. Without the slightest pause, she pushed the orgasming rod back down her throat, driving her lips down to the wide base, mashing her chin against his throbbing testicles.
The feel of her throat tight and slick about his cock set off another series of wild convulsions in the boy. He let out a shrill whimper and grabbed hold of her head with both hands, pinning it, holding her mouth and throat still. Then, grunting like an animal in heat, Tod set about finishing the job for himself. He brutally hunched into her face, making his thick cock fly through the sucking ring of her lips, making it surge into the marvelous tightness of her throat, grinding his balls into her chin.
Ruth just knelt there and let it happen, wallowing in the feel of all that firm, tender young cock flesh pistoning into her mouth, in the wild jerking spasms of his spurting rod, in the heavy, viscous flow of his semen that seemed to be endless.
He hunched and humped until he had teased every last flicker of delight from his climax, until he'd force fed her every last droplet of his sperm. Then, his legs trembling from the strain, the excitement, he let go of her and leaned back against the wall.
She didn't straighten up, nor did she let his penis slip from her lips. She kept right on sucking him, working the rapidly wilting length of his cock through her sperm-moistened lips. She started massaging his pendulous scrotum with her fingers, making the spent orbs once again begin to tighten. Though the boy groaned as if she were killing him, in a matter of minutes, Ruth had him stiff as a stick once again. Only then did she let him pop from her wet mouth.
"MY, MY, MY," she said, grinning at the luridly erect pole of male flesh.
CHAPTER THREE
Tod looked down at himself and winced. If anything, his cock was even bigger, even more swollen than before, the outer sheath of skin drawn so tight over the bulging inner muscle that it was on the verge of splitting a seam.
"YOU ARE ONE HOT STUD, TOD," she said, beaming.
The boy puffed out his chest. "Yeah," he said, a bit surprised by his own ability to perform.
"MMMM, AND I JUST ADORE YOUR BALLS," she said, cupping the hard bag in her fingers, lifting it up to her warm lips. She kissed those hot orbs passionately, rubbing them between her fingers as she did so.
Tod moaned and flung his knees wide apart, giving her total access to his scrotum. "YES! YES, LICK THEM!" he choked. "IT FEELS SO
GOOD!"
Ruth gave him one more tender, sucking kiss, then raised up. She intended to swallow his damn balls in a minute, but first she had to attend to a very important matter. She stood up and quickly wriggled out of her skirt, then rolled her tiny bikini panties down from over her pussy, down her thighs and took them off.
Tod just gaped at her succulent nakedness, entranced by the protruding, hairy mound between her slender, milky white thighs, by the gaping pink slit that divided the hummock neatly in two.
She parted her legs a bit, letting him look right into her pussy, at the supple, rounded domes of her asscheeks.
"What do you think, Tod?" she said. "Will I do?"
"God, yes!!" he moaned.
She smiled, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "Maybe you'd like to take a closer look at it?" she suggested.
He nodded briskly, as did his penis.
Ruth shivered as she moved right up next to him, as she put her hands on his shoulders and pressed down, making him kneel in front of her. Like a little slave, she thought, a hot little slave. Her mind sizzling and snapping with lust, she raised her right foot from the floor and propped it up on the edge of a shelf opposite, splaying her whole crotch wide open under his very nose.
"Well?" she said.
Tod was gawking at her bare cunt. His adam's apple kept bobbing as he gulped down the hot drool welling up in his mouth. It was the smell of her pussy that was doing it, making him slobber like that. That keen, foxy odor did things to him that he never dreamed of. It made his pulse rate go right through the roof, made him hunger for her like a wild beast. He examined her bare vagina from a distance of no more than six inches. It was rimmed by black, straight hairs that stood up in a thick spit curl at the summit of her mound. Under the hairs was an ellipse of hot pink, glistening flesh. He leered at the pair of outer labia, so swollen, so ready for a fuck that they were all peeled back, and the inner, thinner lips which hung down like the flaps of a tiny moist tent. In the gap between those slick inner lips, he could see the juicy shadowy entrance to her vagina. He could see the sphincter flexing rhythmically. And below it, nestled between her lush buttcheeks he could make out the tiny rosebud of her anus, a wrinkly little ring that puckered and twitched at him.
"GO ON, TOD," she said, huskily, "TOUCH IT IF YOU WANT. GO ON AND FEEL MY PUSSY."
The boy put his hands to the insides of her thighs and slid them up and over the smooth flesh, tentatively touching the angry, swollen petals, then jerking his fingers back.
"No, lover," she chided him. "Like this." She grabbed hold of the middle finger of his right hand, made him hold it stiffened, then jammed it right between her labia, right up into her seething, slippery cunt.
"OH!" Tod gasped as the slick, raging folds of her lust-heated vagina parted over his fingertip, as the ecstatic woman began to stuff his finger in and out of her pussy.
"LIKE THIS! LIKE THIS!!" she cried, pushing, pulling on his wrist, making the digit fly through the quivering grip of her cunt.
Tod was a quick learner. The second she let go of his hand, he began darting his finger about inside her, squirming it over the juicy, hot walls of her cunt. The more he fingered her, the more juicy she got, until her viscous lubricant was dripping down into his hand and smearing all over the insides of her thighs.
"UHH! OHHH!" Ruth bawled, moaning every time his finger crammed in to the knuckle, every time his knuckle bashed against the hard little bud of her clitoris, making the sparks fly over her mound.
Tod didn't know what was more exciting to him... the feel of her sticky channel diving down over his finger, the smell of her arousal raging up into his nostrils, or the wildly wanton sounds she was making in answer to his deeply probing thrusts.
"OHHH, HARDER! HARDER!!" she begged him, her hips beginning to swivel at bit, the swiveling making her inner folds sweep over his pistoning finger, making the hard node of her clitoris rasp against his knuckle.
Tod had a better idea than that. Her pussy was getting looser and looser by the second, so loose that he could hardly feel the walls anymore. He paired his middle and forefingers and corkscrewed them both right up into her belly.
"UHHHHH!!" Ruth howled, her body reacting violently to the suddenly wider stretching penetration, her hips flipping, her cunt greedily gobbling all that hard flesh. Then she began to roll her ass in short, pumping strokes, making the doubled digits fly in and out of her tube. In a matter of seconds, hot pussy juice was sputtering every which way and the raven-haired woman was cumming all over herself.
"OOOOOH!! OOOOOH, LOVER!!" she wailed, as she felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers, as the wave of sheer delight hoisted her up, then dropped her, let her tumble through the lightless void. Huffing, puffing, whining like a little child, she jerked and snapped her hips, working her cunt juice into a fine lather.
Tod watched spellbound as the ravenous, black-haired pussy gobbled his fingers. The angry, blubbering petals dove down to his knuckles, burying his fingers in hot, buttered velvet, grinding the lust-heated flesh against them, then darting back, leaving behind a trail of slippery, stinky lubricant. And as the hungry pussy swallowed his digits, it squeezed them in wild, fluttering spasms that rippled inward, ever inward, as if trying to pull his whole hand up her cunt.
Ruth gyrated obscenely against the boy's hand, stretching her pleasure out to the outer limit. Finally, shivering with ecstasy, the tour guide grabbed him by the wrist and pulled her seething cunt back, unsheathing his glistening fingers. A great rush of trapped lubricant came bubbling from her pussy mouth, oozing over the insides of her thighs, dripping from the parted, lust-swollen lips of her cunt.
"It's time," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper, her heart thumping up under her chin.
"Time?" he said, peering up, up over the heaving plane of her silky tummy, the jutting cones of her ripe breasts, up at her face.
She gripped his shoulder and pulled up, making him stand up. "TIME TO SCREW, LOVER," she breathed into his face.
Tod jerked as if she'd inserted a live wire up his ass. He was ready to go and then some! Suddenly, he was all over her, kissing her, shoving his tongue down her throat, groping greedily at her bare buttocks, trying to get one hand on his cock and the other on her wetly parted slit.
"OH! NO, WAIT!" she moaned, pushing free of his octopus like embrace. "NOT LIKE THAT!"
The boy stood there trembling while she showed him how it was done. She leaned her warm, smooth body against him, pressing her resilient breasts into his chest, trapping his hotly throbbing penis between their bellies, rubbing the hairy, sticky meat of her pussy against his bloated scrotum.
"God!" he gasped, his eyelids fluttering. For an instant he thought that she was going to try and stuff his balls up into her cunt!
Ruth only writhed against him for a moment, then pushed back, standing on her left foot and raising her right leg up, up, up until she could get her foot on the edge of a shelf at about waist height. Her leg was raised so high that her knee nearly rushed the tip of her tautened nipple, raised so high that her whole wet and fragrant fork was tipped up, ready to receive the hulking, glistening length of his ruddy penis.
"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU, TOD," she panted into his face, her fingers encircling the thick, pulsing neck of his penis, bending the curving shaft down until his swollen bulb mashed into her wet pubic ruff. "I'm going to fuck you so good that it'll drive you crazy. Right out of your mind."
Tod's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His eyes were huge with wonder and lust.
"And you're going to be cumming again in no time," she promised him. "Cumming way deep in my belly, filling me up with your sperm."
Tod's face turned dark red, dangerously red, as the raw animal hunger devoured him. He closed his eyes and nodded, his trembling fingers slipped around the supple curve of her hips, holding on for dear life.
"Just relax now," she told him. "Relax and let it happen."
That was a little easier said than done, especially when the horny tour guide pulled harder on his cock, making his broad bulb slide over the hot buttered velvet folds of her wet labia. When those slick, spongy lips parted under his cocktip, encasing the first half inch of his penis in marvelously slippery heat, it was as if some primitive circuit had been opened in the boy's reeling brain. His whole being was consumed by the urge to hump, the need to bury his hulking bone in her hot belly. And hump he did, suddenly, violently, snapping his ass three, four, five times in rapid succession... all to no avail.
"OWWW!" Ruth cried as his huge cockhead bashed into the top part of her open slit... a good two inches from its intended target. The brutal impacts stung something fierce and his arms were circling her waist, holding her tight, holding her trapped as he hunched and hunched and hunched mindlessly.
"UNNFF! UNNNFF!" he grunted, his face twisted up into a scowl of pleasure. He thought he was getting her! He actually thought he was fucking her!!
Ruth tried to free herself from him, but he was like a wild man. His big cock kept smashing into her mound, sending shock waves of pain echoing through her whole body. She had to do something. Something! Whimpering, she thrust her hand down between their bellies and shoved as hard as she could.
"JEEEZ!" the boy howled as his lust- bloated bulb squeaked down through the slippery trough of her cunt, the bulbous tip nosing right into the very mouth of her pussy. As that slick aperture stretched, trying to accommodate him, Tod realized that he had not yet begun to "get it." The primal circuits opened once more and he turned into a grunting, humping maniac, hell bent on getting hair deep in her big wet pussy.
"OH! OWW!" Ruth wailed, hopping on her single supporting foot, her breasts jouncing, jiggling, at each painful thrust. Again, the boy was getting nowhere. This time, however, it was not a function of his lack of experience; it was a function of the size of his penis. His cock was so swollen, so engorged with hot blood, that its head dwarfed not only her parted slit, but her entire mound. As it bashed against her straining pussy mouth, the flaring rim caught on her droopy labia, her wet hairs and tried to take them right up her cunt with it. It was impossible, utterly impossible.
Again, for his part, Tod thought he was really screwing the daylight out of her. He mistook her squeals of pain for cries of pleasure.
"OHH! STOP!! STOP!!!" she cried.
The boy wouldn't listen. He was off in his private world of pleasure. He continued to hunch against her, just the very tip of his penis pushing in and out of her vaginal entrance.
"STOP!!" she bawled, giving the boy a hard smack right across the face.
Tod's head snapped to the side from the impact and for a second, only the whites of his eyes showed. He stopped humping instantly and when he turned his face back towards her, his eyes were brimming with tears. She had hurt more than his smooth face; she had hurt his feelings.
"It'll be all right," she told him, "really. We'll make it right, you'll see. It'll go in, but we have to work at it. I've never had such a big cock. I'm too small."
Tod's feelings were no longer hurt. He beamed up at her proudly.
"We're going to have to get me looser, lover," she told him, holding his cock in one hand and masturbating it teasingly, while she fumbled about with the apex of her cunt with the other, searching for and finding the oily little marble of her clitoris. She caught the swollen, nerve-filled bud of flesh between her thumb and forefinger and as she continued to pump and wring out Tod's penis, she rolled the lump of super-sensitive tissue back and forth.
Almost instantly, her soft, white belly began to ripple and Tod watched in awe as her pussy followed suit, as the pouting labia began to smooch in and out most provocatively, sent into motion by the powerful tremors of orgasm.
"BABY! LOVER!!" she wailed, crushing his cock in her grip, rubbing her hairy mound against his thigh, painting his smooth skin with her hot juices.
To some it might have seemed that the raven-haired woman was just committing the self abuse to please herself, that she was so enthralled by her own hunger to climax that she was ignoring the needs of her partner. Not so! There was method to Ruth's madness. She knew that after a second orgasm her pussy always got incredibly loose, that it remained loose until the third orgasm rolled over her, until her pussy once again fluttered and squeezed convulsively. As she continued to finger her clitoris, as she writhed and squirmed in ecstasy, her pussy not only got looser, but the flow of her escaping juices became much, much heavier. It was a torrent of viscous stuff that filled the closet with the pungent, moving aroma of her arousal.
"OOOOOH, I'M GETTING SOOOOOO JUICY!" she moaned, shaking her hips excitedly as the colored lights flickered on and off between her ears, as the searing, scorching waves of delight danced in her loins.
Tod didn't have to be told about the state of her cunt; he could smell it and he could feel it. The odor of her pussy was making him actually slobber like a dog and he could feel the beads of her slick lubricant running down his leg as she ground her hot loins against his thigh. The sensation was so wildly stimulating that he nearly shot on the spot.
Once again, Ruth fitted the head of his penis between her labia, standing up on her toes to get the angle right as she crammed the knobby head against her quivering entrance. Had she been able to see what she was attempting to do, she might have stopped then and there. The tiny, pink tent of her pussy sat atop the purpling, bloated head of his cock like a party hat on an elephant. Taking that cock of his into her would be like trying to stuff a telephone pole up her cunt.
If anything, though, her pussy was even hotter after the bout of masturbation. Tod moaned and writhed as the blazing cuntal flaps caressed his bulb, smearing more of the viscous juice over it, sending beads of it rolling down the upper side of his cock.
"OOOOOOH, DO IT! DO IT!!" she cried, keeping her hand between their bellies, guiding his penis between her fingers. "Do it!!!"
Tod did it, all right. He lunged upward with all his might, lunged upward so hard that the impact sent Ruth's heavy breasts bouncing up into her chin!
"OWWWW!!!" she shrieked as his penis slammed against her cunt, but did not enter. It began to dawn on her, then, that she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
Tod, of course, thought everything was going along just fine. He was so turned on that he didn't even notice the pain when his hard- thrusting cock came to a sudden halt against her mound.
Ruth was stunned not only by the power of the blow, by the failure of her pussy to open up to him, but by the fact that Tod's penis didn't buckle from the impact. It was still hard and thick, like it was made of stone.
"EASY, NOW, EASY," she panted as he jerked his hips back, as his penis slid between her fingers, then shot forward. "EASY, EASY, O WWW WWW!!! " Tod held his cock jammed upward, standing on his toes, straining with all his might to break into her tight box. For a crazy instant, her whole agitated sex sort of dimpled around the head and it looked as if the gross bulb would drive right through her, taking inner and outer labia, hairs, mound and all and ramming it up inside. Then he groaned and slumped back and his cock slid back through her hand.
Ruth began to panic. She needed him thrusting into her so badly and she knew that if she was going to get fucked, she was going to have to do it quickly before the tour group wandered through this part of the mansion. She tried jamming her cunt down over his bulb, hot, slick knob boring into juicy pocket. It felt great, but it wasn't good enough. As she paused she could feel her sphincter fluttering, opening and closing rhythmically against the tip of his cock.
Tod could feel it, too. He waited until he felt her pussy relax and then he lunged again, brutally. For a delirious instant, he felt the tight ring yawn open to receive his knob, felt the marvelous walls of her pussy clasping wetly at his manhood.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" he wailed miserably as the head of his cock was abruptly forced back out by a powerful cuntal spasm.
Ruth quaked against him. She knew that she'd almost had him that time. She'd held him in her grasp for a second; she would soon have him all! It didn't matter to her that by taking him on she would break her cunt as never before. All that mattered was feeling it throbbing against her cuntal walls, surging in and out of her pussy.
"ALMOST! ALMOST!" she crooned to the red-faced boy, twisting her silky, saucy bottom, making her slick pussy churn back and forth over his surging bulb.
Again, Tod waited until her pussy relaxed, then he thrust savagely.
"OH!!" Ruth sobbed. "OHH!! IT'S GOING IN!! IN!!"
Tod laughed a strange, choked laugh. The hot buttered tube of her pussy was slipping down over the head of his penis and it was tighter than anything he could imagine, so tight it felt like it was skinning his cock alive.
The penetration suddenly stopped. Ruth let out a mournful wail and peered down at her cunt. The angry ovalled gash was all turned in on itself. The bulb of his penis, clear to the rim, was buried inside her cunt and all around the thick, vein-marbled neck, instead of hot pink labia, there was a ruff, a wet ring of black hairs. It wouldn't go in any further, not with all that stuff in the way. She began madly plucking at her hair-fringed petals, trying to pull them out of the way.
Tod, misunderstanding what she was doing to herself, groaned and shoved her hands away. Then it was Ruth's turn to groan. The boy thought that she was trying to finger her clitoris again and he was determined to have that pleasure himself. He jammed his finger into the apex of her lewdly distended slit and poked around vigorously until he found the hard little nubbin. When he rubbed the wet pad of his finger over it, all hell broke loose.
Ruth jerked like a puppet as joy lanced through her loins, her hips flipping, pussy flexing madly. "OH! OH, DARLING!! DARLING!!" she cooed to him, stroking his feverish face as he fingered her clitoris faster and faster.
Whatever the boy thought he was doing, he was succeeding in making her absolutely wild. The more he rubbed, the more she squirmed and the looser and wetter her pussy became, until he dared to move back a little and thrust up again. Her pussy lips popped back out of her on the backthrust and on the lunge he slipped up into her channel easy as pie. Fully half of his cock bored up into her. Half a loaf was not good enough for Tod. He snapped his ass, spitting her to the hairs.
Ruth bit back the piercing scream that threatened to erupt from her throat as his huge spear drove into her, filling her passage from wall to wall with seething lust-hardened male flesh, as her tender, puffy labia were rasped by his wispy pubic hairs.
Tod was in heaven. Her cunt mouth was sucking on the root of his cock, his staff was sheathed in astounding buttery heat. Waves of pleasure, blazing hot and alive with tingling, electric current broke over his flushed face, his deeply buried cockhead.
"YOUR PUSSY IS HOT! SO FUCKING HOT!!" he babbled, dragging his cock out of her and slamming it back, making his balls slap moistly against her buttocks.
Ruth squealed as his loins bashed into hers, as the upper surface of his thick penis rasped over her tender clitoris. She threw her arms about his neck and lifted her foot from the edge of the shelf, wrapping her leg around his waist and squeezing him tight.
The sound of her ecstasy made Tod's scalp crawl and the feel of her smooth thigh around his waist made him shiver. He began to work his hips in a slow, even rhythm, fucking his huge cock in and out of her narrow pussy, revelling in the feel of her hot juice oozing down over his balls.
Ruth was transported with joy, possessed by it; she jerked and writhed about on the shaft of his pistoning cock like an exquisite marionette. And every time the boy pulled back from her seething depths, she sobbed as if it was the most horrible disaster in the world, digging her nails into his back, pounding her heel into his buttocks frantically until he pushed it all back in. When it did slide back in, she cooed to him, licking kissing his face all over, her pussy sheath clasping wetly at his broad root.
Tod gripped her firm buttcheeks in both hands, steadying himself as he whipped his cock up into her, moving with more and more abandon as he felt her tight channel stretch even wider from the heat of his fucking.
"OOOOH! OOOOOOH, TOD!" she warbled, throwing her head back, flipping her hips in a churning, gut-wrenching oval that rolled the sides of his cock round and round within her. "OOOOH, YES! YES! HURT ME!! RUIN ME!! KILL ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK!!"
Tod's hips sped up, making his cock flip in and out in savage, tip to root thrusts. Her pussy sputtered and fumed about the hard- slogging shaft, sending spray after spray of her hot juices washing over his balls, his thighs.
Suddenly, the ecstatic woman stiffened, jerking upright, her eyes bulging. It was her anus which had received the live wire this time. She felt her whole cunt tremor with pleasure, felt the earth shake under her single supporting foot.
"TOD!" she sobbed, brokenly. "TOD, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!!" At the sound of her words, the boy grunted and put everything he had into screwing her. He bashed his throbbing cock into her pussy as fast as he could, his fingertips digging deep down into her asscrack, gripping the flaring lips of her vagina, holding them even wider apart as he hunched into her.
The ceaseless impacts, the ruthless, rasping pressure against her clitoris, the fingers prying her moisture beaded slit into a yawning, pink crevice, drove poor Ruth right out of her mind. She clung to him desperately, her hips rolling out of control as the unstoppable explosions began.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!" she shrilled, licking his nose, trying frantically to stuff the tip of her tongue up his nostrils. Her whole crotch convulsed and her body was thrown into sudden, seething spasm. As the bottom dropped out of the world, as joy blossomed in her loins, she started fucking him like a mad woman, oblivious to the danger his immense cock presented to her tightly stretched pussy.
The boy froze for a second, stunned by the awesome power of her climaxing cunt, her milking pussy, his scalp tingling with prickles of electricity. The smooth buttocks under his hands were gyrating obscenely, cavorting, forcing her wide-splayed cunt to gobble his cock. He could feel his own shaft, steely hard, aching, feel it with his fingertips as it plowed up into the churning morass of her belly. Then the wall of pleasure hit him. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. His entire consciousness was flattened by the sheer weight of it. He stuck his tongue tip between his teeth and bit down as hard as he could, trying to fight back the incredibly compelling sensation with pain.
Ruth, her eyes glazed with fuck fever, her face horribly flushed with excitement, saw the tip of his tongue and knew right away what he was attempting to do. "NO, TOD! TOD, LOVER!" she murmured to him, their lips a half inch apart. "NO, DARLING, I WANT IT! I NEED IT!! GIVE IT TO ME!! CUM IN ME!!"
The boy shut his eyes tight and bit down harder on his tongue, bit down until the little stub of flesh lost all its color. He was determined to stretch out this wildly thrilling intercourse as long as possible.
Ruth would have none of that. She was the one in the driver's seat; she was the one running the show. If she said he should ejaculate now, then by God, he would! She slipped her hands down over his small, sweat-misted buttocks, quickly prying the cheeks apart. She got an incredibly wicked thrill as she shoved her finger down into his hot crack, jamming it right up against the tiny wrinkled ring of his anus.
"YOW!" Tod howled, his hips jerking forward violently.
"CUM FOR ME! CUM!" she moaned, teasing his anus unmercifully.
The boy didn't know what to do, what to think. This hot woman was touching him in his most secret place, actually rubbing his asshole! And it felt so fantastic, so nasty and sexy and good, that no amount of tongue-biting in the world could've kept him from squirting. His hips shifted into overdrive as the ecstatic waves of joy raged down his penis.
"YES! YES!!" she sobbed gratefully, digging her fingertip harder against his rectum.
Then a sound drifted into the closet, a strange shuffling sound, the sound of many feet moving slowly outside.
"This hallway," Mrs. Coolidge said, "leads to the smaller of the two ballrooms. It isn't all that impressive after you've seen the larger room."
Ruth froze the instant she recognized the little old lady's voice, the instant she realized that the entire tour group was standing just outside the closet door. Tod, on the other hand, was too caught up in his own pleasure to give a damn about anything else. He continued to hunch, to moan, to groan like nothing was wrong. The sound of his grunting, of her wet pussy twisting and sputtering about his slogging cock seemed so loud that she was sure the whole world would be able to hear. She wasn't far wrong.
"What's that noise, Mrs. Coolidge?" asked one of the students.
"Noise?" the little old lady said.
"Yeah, I hear it, too," said another student. "Sounds like a boot being pulled out of a bog over and over again. Real squishy."
Ruth knew that she had to do something and fast! She jammed her open mouth down on Tod's, stuffing her tongue down his throat, muffling his cries with it. The boy gleefully sucked her tongue and continued to make a godawful din with his plunging cock.
"It's coming from one of these doors," said the first student.
Ruth moaned into Tod's open mouth. She had to get through to him, but quick! She viciously twisted her forefinger against his anus, twisted it right up into his rectum.
Tod stiffened, his eyes bulging, his hips ceasing their wild squirmings.
She had at least gotten his attention. The pressure of her finger against his prostate had shut off his pleasure instantly. He was left hanging in orgasmic limbo, his climax so close he could taste it, honey-sweet on the back of his tongue.
As the sound of doors opening and closing drifted in to them, Ruth pulled her face back from Tod's and shook her head, telling him in no uncertain terms that his mad hunching had to cease. The kid looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"I'm afraid I don't hear anything," Mrs. Coolidge said.
"It was there a second ago," said a student. "Maybe it was the ghost of Faye Bainsford looking for revenge?" suggested another.
Mrs. Coolidge laughed at that. "If anything," she said, merrily, "it's the ghost of old Niles out hunting for another pure young girl to debauch."
The look that Tod was giving her was so mournful, so desperate that Ruth couldn't deny him. She clamped her hand hard over his mouth and gave her finger a sexy twist over the rubbery walls of his rectum.
"Don't move," she whispered into his ear. "I'll do it for you."
With that, she started fingering his anus a mile a minute, thrusting her digit in and out of the tight, hot passage with a vengeance. The effect on the boy was so exaggerated that it was almost humorous. His eyes bulged out of his head, big as doorknobs, and his face turned beet red. He was absolutely devastated by what she was doing to him. And so was his scorching cock. It was pulsing, throbbing deeply in her cunt to beat the band, flexing in tune to the deeply skewering thrusts of her finger. Tod was astonished by the lewd behavior of the older woman, but was more astonished by what that behavior stirred in him. Whining softly through his nose, he began to shift his buttocks, to greedily meet the lunges of her stiffened finger.
Just as all hell broke loose in her pussy, just as his penis exploded within her, spraying the slick walls with his spurting semen, Ruth heard the distinctive click of the closet door handle being turned, the latch falling open.
"Maybe it came from in here?" said a girl's voice.
Ruth bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as gusher after gusher of hot sperm exploded into her pussy, rekindling her desire like gasoline poured onto a fading flame. She twisted her head around, peering back in horror as the closet door slowly pushed inward.
A redheaded girl stuck her face into the closet, gawking in astonishment at the obscenely intertwined couple, at the gleaming, thick root of Tod's cock punching up between Ruth's splayed buttocks, sliding easily up into her gaping pink cunt, at his glistening scrotum, visibly flexing, twitching as he shot his turbid load upward. The girl was, of course, Ginger Grant.
If the situation had been slightly different, if there hadn't been a couple of dozen teenagers standing outside the closet door, Ruth would've laughed out loud, laughed and started screwing Tod shamelessly. Of all the people to discover her in the middle of such a lewd act, Ginger was the only one who didn't matter! The only one who already knew about Ruth Jacoby, the wanton slut.
As it was, Ruth watched the color drain from Ginger's face, even as some of Tod's semen began to ooze from between the lips of her pussy and the sides of his cock, to dribble down in long, yo-yoing strands from the ragged flanges of her cunt.
"Well, Ginger?" said a student outside the closet. "Is it in there?"
The girl's face went from dead white to bright red in an instant. Her eyes jerked away from the obscenely wet and sticky point of their joining, then quickly darted back.
Ruth gave the dumbfounded girl a big smile, a smugly satisfied smile, then winked.
"No!" Ginger said, too loud, too shrill. "No, there's nothing in here, either." Then she pulled her head back and shut the door.
The shuffle of feet outside in the corridor was loud enough to drown out any amount of noise that Ruth and Tod could make, so the tour guide ripped her hand off his mouth and started humping up and down on his still- spurting cock, wallowing in the slippery feel of his semen oozing out around his big cock, fingering his tight rectum madly.
Everything was going to work out, she told herself as a firestorm of pleasure raged up her spine. Everything was going to work out just fine.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ruth and Tod caught up with the rest of the tour just as the group was leaving the mansion's veranda. She wasn't surprised that no one noticed that the two of them had been missing. She knew how enthralling the story of the Bainsford House could be.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Coolidge," Ruth said, moving to the front of the pack. "I think we can all agree that you are an exceptional guide."
The little old lady waved off the compliment. "She says that about all of us," Mrs. Coolidge said. "Shameless, that's what you are, Ms. Jacoby. Shameless."
Ruth could feel Ginger's eyes burning into her, glaring at her, but when she turned and searched the crowd for the pale, freckled face, it was not immediately in evidence. Finally, she got a glimpse of the girl way in the back, half hiding behind the broad shoulders of Bret. When Ruth met her gaze, the redhead averted her eyes, her face blushing.
That's the way, Ruth told herself. Stare the little virgin down. Show her who's boss.
"You've been a wonderful group," Mrs. Coolidge said as they trooped down the wide stairs.
"She says that to everybody, too," Ruth announced, smiling at the little old lady.
"But I don't always mean it," Mrs. Coolidge said. "Take care."
Ruth waved goodbye and led her group back to the waiting bus. She climbed in first and stood by the door, taking a head count to make sure that no one had gotten left behind. When the last of the students filed in, she nodded to the driver and took her seat behind him. As the bus pulled away, she turned and addressed the laughing, chattering teenagers.
"Our next stop will be the Mission Saint Angelo," she said. "Please open your tour booklets to Page 34."
Ruth waited until the students all had their booklets out and then proceeded to recite from memory exactly what the booklets said. She always considered it somewhat of a let-down to go straight from someplace as exciting and rich in appearance and romantic history as the Bainsford House to an ancient, rather small adobe mission, but the tour company didn't always consider the dramatic effect of its stops. More important to them was the fact that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line... and shorter distance meant less gas used and more profit.
She explained the early trials and tribulations of the mission fathers with local Indians, their successes and failures, but she could tell that her audience's minds were wandering. They were still thinking about Niles Bainsford and Faye.
As she could've predicted, the stop at the mission was not a great success. Her group began to fidget almost at once, the second they entered the main mission building and saw that it wasn't much more than a big mud-walled barn with red tile on the floor. Their coughing, shuffling of feet, whispered conversations irritated her terribly. It finally got so bad that she felt she had to lecture them.
Right there in the middle of the old mission, she told them off for not paying attention, then explained that even though some parts of history seemed lackluster and dull, they were still immensely important. She went on to describe in detail the many contributions of the mission to the opening of the Far West, offering some probable outcomes had they not been built and maintained. By the time she was through, the students seemed more respectful, but still bored by the emptiness, the plainness of the mission.
After the lunch stop at Augie's Chicken Shack on Route 134, the tour went on to the Rancho Del Sol, one of the largest and earliest ranches to spring up in the area. The teenagers found the Rancho much more interesting than the mission. It had tons of wild west memorabilia, guns, saddles, and the like, as well as an extensive gallery of old photographs of the time.
By the time the group finished at Rancho Del Sol, every member was both exhausted and famished. Ruth directed the driver to take them straight to their accommodation for the night, a motel in the Golden Nugget chain.
Ruth passed out the room keys at once, so the teenagers could wash the road dust off before sitting down to dinner. When all the keys were passed out, she walked over to the motel room that was assigned to her. Both Sara and Ginger were waiting at the door. The blonde girl seemed happy, if tired; the redhead looked more than tired, almost haggard, as if she were suffering from some internal conflict.
The tour guide opened the motel room door and waved the girls in. "Which one of you wants to shower first?" she asked.
"Me!" Ginger said, abruptly.
Ruth winced slightly at the look the girl was giving her, a look that said Ginger wanted to wash off more than a little dust, that she wanted to wash off the memory of what she'd seen Ruth doing with Tod. Ruth caught herself and gave the girl a wide, friendly smile.
"Just don't use up all the hot water," she said. "Some of us are even dirtier than you are."
The comment was so off the wall that Ginger didn't know what to say. It implied a shared knowledge between the two of them, an unwanted bond, perhaps, but a bond nonetheless. Ginger couldn't help but imagine how, where Ruth was "dirtier," the disturbing images of semen-smeared pussy, of luridly gleaming cock dancing before her eyes.
The redhead turned and sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Sara blinked at Ruth in astonishment. "What's got into her?" she asked.
Ruth shrugged. "Who knows?" she said. "Maybe she's having trouble with that boyfriend of hers."
"Bret? Do you mean Bret?" Sara said.
Ruth nodded.
Sara shook her head. "I don't think they're having any real trouble," she said. "I mean, nothing that any other boy and girl don't hassle over."
"Sex, you mean?"
Sara's cheeks flushed.
Ruth stared at the girl in wonder. It was damned obvious that the blonde wasn't embarrassed by the subject, but she was pretending to be. The ability to blush at will had to be an important hole card when dealing with over eager young men.
"He wants it and she doesn't, right?" Ruth went on, bristling inwardly at the duplicity of the pretty little blonde.
Sara managed a nod. Then, with the ease that comes of long and diligent practice, she made her blue eyes wide with earnestness and innocence, took a deep breath as if to steel herself against the discomfort speaking of the subject gave her, and said in a rush, "I don't see why boys can't understand that if a girl goes all the way with them, they won't respect her."
Ruth fought the urge to smirk knowingly. Sara was not a true advocate of that dated and priggish philosophy. The only reason the blonde pretended to believe in it was because it could be used as a perfect lever... a lever to move, to manipulate boys. If there was no way to perform that task without physical contact, without going all the way, Ruth knew that Sara would have no compunctions about doing just that.
The tour guide couldn't really be angry at the girl. Ruth was self-aware enough to realize that she wasn't looking at Sara as she was, but Ruth as she had been. She was seeing herself as a teenager, seeing her own lack of scruples when it came to leading boys around by the nose. She played all the same games as Sara with exactly the same carelessness, the same thoughtlessness. What she regretted now, with all her heart, what she was jealous of the little blonde for, was that she had never taken the opportunity to sample the love of all the boys who followed on her heels, that Sara could still do that, that she was still young enough to get away with it.
"I think I'd better go over to the restaurant and tell the manager that we've arrived, so he can get ready for the hungry hordes," Ruth said, excusing herself and making a quick exit out the door.
Actually, the manager of the Golden Nugget's franchise restaurant, the Mother Lode Coffee Shop, couldn't have cared less how many starving teenagers she brought in, from a standpoint of his preparing to feed them. All of the Mother Lodes across the Western states relied exclusively on microwave cooking. Somewhere back in Minnesota there was a plant turning out fully cooked meals, packaging them, then freezing them. As a result, the Mother Lode could turn out ten thousand turkey dinners with giblet gravy, or Salisbury steaks with succotash, or crispy fried half chickens and cole slaw in the blinking of an eye.
What Ruth wanted was not to talk to the restaurant manager, but to be alone so she could plan her strategy... her next seduction. She already knew who the lucky boy was going to be, so all she had to do was figure out the where and when. A broad smile lit up her face. She couldn't think of a more pleasant way to spend a warm spring evening.
The following morning, while the teenagers were over at the Mother Lode filling up on microwaved bacon and eggs, Ruth was getting ready in the motel room's bathroom. This time, she had the foresight to lock the door behind her. She had chosen her skirt carefully this morning. It was both short and loose at the hem; the kind of thing that made her look much younger than she was and that accentuated the length of her legs. She removed the panties she'd put on earlier and put her foot up on the closed toilet seat, rumpling up the front of the skirt, exposing her naked loins. Watching in the bathroom mirror, she spread her knees wide apart. Her pussy was still a little swollen from the battering it'd taken from Tod the previous day. Her labia were slightly puffy, pooching out under the soft canopy of black hairs.
Ruth grinned. She had big plans for that little pussy of hers. Big plans. She reached over and picked up a tube of lipstick from the bathroom counter and twisted the ring at the bottom, making the glistening, red tip of the lipstick appear. She looked at the color of the stuff critically. It was a vibrant red, bright, hot and the lipstick itself was of the "wet look" variety. She decided that it would do just fine.
The tour guide reached down with her free hand and gently pushed the curly hair away from her pussylips, shuddering at her own touch. When they were as free from hair as possible, when they pouted out from her mound pinkly, she lowered the hand with the lipstick.
She pressed the soft, buttery tip against the left side of her pussy at the top, drawing it down over her outer lip. The lipstick left behind a startling band of hot color. It also left poor Ruth half-gasping with excitement. It wasn't just the contact with the pointed tip, either; it was also the idea of what she was doing: adorning her big, hairy cunt like it was a mouth. She ran the greasy tip all the way down to the nadir of her slit, down to the very mouth of her pussy, then did the same thing to the other half of her cunt.
By the time she was once again at the bottom of her slit, the slit had altered alarmingly. Instead of there being one pair of tightly closed lips, there were now two... and neither of them were tightly closed! At the feel of that lipstick rubbing over her pussy, Ruth's cunt had come unglued. Her labia drooped, her crevice yawned, and she was panting and puffing hard.
She glanced up at herself in the mirror and her heart really started pounding. Between her slim white thighs, below the curly black tangle of her pubic hair, hung a pair of bright red parentheses, lewdly painted brackets. The effect was all she'd hoped for and more. It was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever seen! Not only was her pussy an unmistakable target that could be seen clearly at a distance of up to five hundred feet, but the red lipstick made a kind of unspoken invitation to any and all that gazed upon them... an invitation to kiss!
Ruth heard the sound of the motel room's door opening and closing, then someone tried the door to the bathroom.
"Ms. Jacoby?" Sara said. "Are you in there?"
"Just a minute," Ruth said, giving her lipsticked cunt one last look before sweeping her short skirt down. She dropped the lipstick and her panties into her purse and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Everyone's already on the bus," Sara said.
"Great," Ruth said, "let's get on the road." She sauntered out of the motel room as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, but that was hardly the case. The warm spring air was rushing over her naked crotch, thrilling her to the marrow. There was something incredibly wicked and wanton about running around in a short skirt with no panties on. It made her spirits soar.
She let Sara get on the bus first, then climbed up the stairs after her. The driver eyed her bare legs appreciatively. Ruth couldn't help but wonder what the man would do if she suddenly lifted her skirts and showed him what else she had to offer. He'd probably choke to death on his Chicklets! At any rate, she thought, as she took her seat up in front, she'd have to be careful about keeping her knees together when she was sitting down. She didn't want to be giving the driver any free peeks; she had other fish to fry.
"This morning," she announced to the group as the bus pulled out of the motel parking lot, "we will visit one of the most picturesque and interesting spots on our tour... Rupert's Mill."
There was no applause, no cheering, only a kind of glum silence. Ruth continued undaunted, figuring that two meals in a row at a Mother Lode Coffee Shop could put anyone in the dumps.
"As you will probably remember from your California history," she said, "Rupert's Mill is the spot where the largest single deposit of gold was discovered in the year 1873. We will visit the reconstructed site of the old mill and an operational replica of a real gold mine."
"You mean we're going underground?" Sara said with concern.
Ruth nodded. "After the mill tour, we will take an elevator down one hundred and twenty feet through solid rock to the main shaft of what was once the richest spot on earth." There was some scattered "ooohing" and "ahhhing" at that.
As the bus picked up speed on the narrow, two lane country road, Ruth began to point out various interesting facts about the geology, the flora and fauna of the area. It took about twenty minutes to make the trip to the entrance to Rupert's Mill. During that time, Ruth kept up a nonstop babble, one fact after another. She was hardly paying any attention to what she was saying. She'd said it so many times that she could do it without thinking, like a tape recording. As she spoke, she was thinking about the big, muscular boy across the aisle from her, the boy she was going to seduce.
She tried not to stare at Rick Lino. She didn't want to alarm him... or to pique his interest in front of the others. Everything had to be done in the right order, at the right time. He was such a burly young man, though. The thought of being under his powerful bulk, of having his fence post of a cock jabbing into her cunt, of trying in vain to lock her legs around his impossibly broad waist, made her dizzy and light headed.
The bus came to a stop a good distance from the actual mill proper. It stopped exactly halfway between the mill and a small roadhouse, the Tiger Lounge, which stood on the other side of the small asphalt parking lot.
"Why are we stopping so far away?" someone asked.
Ruth shot the driver a glaring look. He shrugged at her in his rear view mirror, sucking at his teeth noisily. He didn't give a damn what the tour guide thought. She was much more easy to replace than he was. Out of work history majors were a dime a dozen, qualified bus drivers did not come cheaply or easily.
Ruth jumped to her feet, turning her back on the driver. It was fine by her if he slipped off the bus and into the Tiger Lounge for a few beers while the group was at the mill. In fact, she'd counted on him doing it. She wanted the bus to be empty; it had to be for what she had in mind.
"All right, everybody off the bus," she called. "Please don't leave any valuables inside. Take purses, cameras, whatever you have." She glanced over at the shabby roadhouse. "This isn't the nicest spot in this neck of the woods."
She walked down the stairs first and stood by the doors while the teenagers filed out. They seemed interested in the trip down into the mine, though some of them, like Sara seemed to be a little scared.
"This way," she said, waving them after her. She walked to the front of the rough, wood and rock mill building and knocked on the battered door.
After a moment, the door creaked open and an old man stepped out, squinting in the sunlight. He looked absolutely authentic and he was. Lester Swit hadn't been alive when gold was discovered here, but he was a boy when the original mill burned down in the late 1890's. He knew more about the mill and the gold that was taken out of the mine than anyone.
"Howdy do, howdy do," he said, grinning at the line of gawking teenagers, showing them the blackened stumps where his front teeth used to be. He wore a beat up wide-brimmed felt hat, railroad type overalls, a sweat-stained long john top under it, and a pair of worn boots. His skin was wrinkled and leathery, especially under his chin and on his neck. He looked like a merry old buzzard... and indeed, he was.
"Everybody," Ruth said, "this is Mr. Lester Swit. He'll be our guide through Rupert's Mill and the mine."
"Yes, I will," Lester said, nodding. "And I'll teach you a thing or two about the way things were back when."
Like Mrs. Coolidge, though in a different way, Lester was a highly engaging character. He was the kind of person so wrapped up in his work, in the details of the history he was caretaker over, that no one could help but like him. The teenagers trooped after him like a flock of sheep, up into the cool, dark innards of the mill.
"Gather round, gather closer," Lester said. "I don't like to shout."
The students moved in closer, but Ruth hung back watching carefully.
"Back in July, 1873," Lester said, "there wasn't no building on this spot. Just the river winding through, nice and quiet. Then late in July, a settler name of Hector Rupert happened by and decided that this would be a fine spot for a mill. He bought the land and had his mill built and was just about to open up his business, when he made the discovery. He was out there by the river, happy as a jaybird over how well everything had worked out for him so far, picking up the smooth river stones and throwing 'em, skipping 'em, you know. Well, he was picking up stones and not paying much attention, just throwing 'em without looking at 'em, when he grabbed one that seemed mighty heavy for its size. It wasn't until after he'd thrown it, when he saw it flying through the air, shining gold and bright like the sun that he realized why the rock was so heavy." Lester paused to laugh. "Well, you never saw one man jump in the river faster than old Rupert did, trying to fetch back that lump of gold. He never did find it, but he did find other bits, lots of them. Then he did a dumb thing. He went down to town and showed everybody what he'd found. People dropped everything and swarmed all over this place like vultures. Inside of a week, six men had been shot to death along the river bank. It was a hell of a mess. And things just got worse for Rupert. He filed his claim, all right, but he staked out the wrong spot. The prime deposit was fifty three feet from the northernmost edge of Rupert's claim. He went bust in '92 and left the mill to rot. He died in San Francisco a year later of drinking."
Lester shook his head. "This mill never did grind anything, not a speck of grain, nothing. And when it was torn down the first time, the people did it on account of some stupid rumor that there was gold in the foundation stones. There wasn't any, of course, but they didn't find that out until the place was all pulled down."
The old man gestured up at the huge millstone, the wooden gearing, the vast, rusting mechanism of the place that stretched up into the gloomy darkness of the high ceiling. "All that is the original stuff," he said. "I helped put it all back together."
"Who filed the claim on the mother lode?" a young man asked.
Lester grinned toothlessly. "My dear old daddy," he said. "And we'll get to that sad story in a minute. First, I want to take you up on the scaffolding so you can see the whole lay of the place."
The old man walked stiffly over to some very heavy metal scaffolding that led up the side of the building to a catwalk near the roof. The students followed him, whispering to each other excitedly.
Ruth moved with the line, working her way through it until she came directly behind Rick Lino. She caught hold of the back of his shirt and gave it a tug.
"Rick?" she said. "Wait a minute. I want to talk to you about something."
The boy frowned. He was obviously more interested in seeing the mill from the height of sixty feet than seeing her. But Ruth was not dismayed at his reluctance. After all, how could he know what she had in store for him? Rick frowned, but he did obediently step out of line and let the other students pass on ahead of him.
"What is it?" he said, looking at the others as they moved up the metal stairs, leaving the two of them alone on the ground floor of the mill.
"I have a surprise for you," she said, fighting the urge to slip into his strong arms, to snuggle her big soft breasts against his chest.
"A surprise?" he said, doubtfully. "It's not my birthday."
"Maybe not, but I think you'll like the surprise. It's something special."
"Well? Where is it?" he said, impatiently.
"I'll show it to you in a second," she said.
"If you decide that you don't want it after I show it to you, I want you to speak right up and tell me. Okay?"
The burly boy looked puzzled. "You're going to show it to me but not give it to me?"
"That's right, Rick. You understand."
He blinked at her dimly. There was a good deal of the Neanderthal in Mr. Lino and it turned Ruth on something terrible.
"I want you to wait here until I tell you to follow," she said, her voice quavering with excitement.
Rick nodded. "Whatever you say."
Ruth then started up the steep stairs. She walked up about a dozen of them, so that her feet were about a yard above the top of his head, then she waved him forward.
"Come on," she said, turning and moving slowly upward.
The boy smirked and shook his head. He wondered if the tour guide had gone off her rocker. All that talk about a surprise and something special and all she was doing was walking up the damn stairs! He started up after her, but didn't look up at her for a half- dozen steps or so. When he did, he did a classic double take and his heavy jaw sagged open.
"Wow!" he said softly, peering up at the naked white buttocks of the woman above him. He could see everything she had! And then some! He could see the round, full domes of her ass, the deep, silky crack between them, the faint hint of a tiny round hole nestled near its bottom, but that wasn't the half of it. Her pussy! Her pussy shouted at him, screamed at him in brackets of glistening red! From under the fringe of soft, curling black hairs her cunt beckoned to him. And as she moved, as she swished her thighs together, the garishly painted lips seemed to smirk and pucker at him.
Ruth paused, leaning on the hand rail, turning to glance back down at him. The wild-eyed look on his face told her that he had seen the show; the deep flush in his cheeks told her that it had a profound effect on him. What that effect was she could only guess.
"Well?" she said. "What do you think?"
"I'll take it!" Rick croaked. "I'll take it!!" Ruth turned to face him, standing with her feet wide apart, letting him gape up at all of her. She felt like a total wanton, a complete slut. It was so delicious that she could hardly stand it.
"I thought you would," she said. Then she started back down the stairs. When she got within arm's reach of him, he started to grab for her. "No," she said. "Not here. We've got to be discreet."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you say," he mumbled, his eyes licking over the ripe swell of her breasts.
"We'll go outside and have our fun while the others are down in the mine," she told him, walking past him and out the door. He followed along after her like a big, dumb puppy.
When she stopped in front of the bus, he spoke up. "Hey! We can't go in there," he protested. "The driver. Can't we go off in the bushes or something?"
"Poison oak," she said, shaking her head. "Don't worry about the driver. He won't bother us." She climbed up the stairs and into the bus, but the boy did not follow. He stood on the ground outside and fidgeted.
Ruth was not about to be denied her pleasure, not at this point. She took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it way up over her tummy, showing him the shocking red lips of her cunt, holding her knees apart so he could see the round cheeks of her ass, as well.
"All aboard!" she cried, merrily.
The big boy gawked at her, then his face darkened and a low rumbling growl slipped from between his lips. Suddenly, he jumped forward, bounding up the stairs after her, his hands outstretched.
Ruth giggled and raced down the aisle, sprinting for the back of the bus. He was right on her heels when she reached the broad rear seat. She turned and held her dainty hand out to stop him.
Even if she'd put up a concrete wall between them, she couldn't have stopped him. He was berserk with lust. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed, hard, sending her flying back against the seat. When she hit, her long, smooth legs splayed wide apart and her skirt flew up, showing him the garishly decorated mouth of her cunt, the plump, pouting lips.
The sight of her pussy painted like that stirred a hunger in the boy that would not be denied. Growling, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and scooped up her firm buttocks in both hands, dropping his face right down on her exposed vagina, burying his mouth in her hot and fragrant cunt.
The instant his warm, smooth lips touched her labia, Ruth's body jerked, her back arching up from the seat, her sleek, well- upholstered hips flipping, bumping the hot slit right into his face.
"JEEEEZ!" he wailed as those searing, velvety sex lips kissed him right on the mouth, as the mixed scent, the sweet perfume of the lipstick and the dank, musky odor of her pussy surged up his nostrils. He mauled her buttocks, grinding his open mouth down upon her naked pussy, kissing, licking at the soft, curly mass of black hairs.
Ruth shivered and shuddered at the feel of his head, his face between her splayed legs, his hot breath wafting over her bare fork, over the aroused flesh of her vagina. And his lips were squirming, twisting, trying desperately to work all of her mound into his mouth. He was nursing on her whole cunt!
His tongue was slithering over the top of her slit, diving between the fat petals, sliding into the deepening crease, into the blazing, buttery gulley. The tip of his tongue bored deeper between the pliant folds, touching the tiny pink pearl of her clitoris, rubbing it incitefully.
"OHH!" Ruth moaned, her back arching again as his hot, wet tongue tip teased her clitoris, flicking at it, caressing it hungrily. As the ripples of delight shot over her tummy, she lifted her legs higher, spreading them further, giving him all the access he could ever want.
Rick may have been a caveman, but he knew a thing or two about sex. He knew that it meant something when that little nodule between her labia got long and stiff, like a tiny erect cock. He knew that it meant she was getting hot. Roughly massaging her soft buttocks, he jammed his mouth harder into her hot fork, pressing his pursed lips to her hot and hard little button. Then he began to suck.
The sensation was like nothing Ruth had ever felt before. He was actually nursing on her clitoris! Joy shot through her loins like wildfire.
"UHHHHH!!!" she bawled, grabbing at his head, her legs kicking flailing in the air, as orgasm, instantaneous, devastating orgasm exploded over the mound of her pussy, sending the seething channel into a mad, spasming fit, making her hips buck and toss spastically.
Rick clung to her buttocks as she squirmed and writhed under his sucking mouth, her moist, gaudily painted pussy, squishing into the point of his heavy chin, smearing it with bright red, the fat outer labia actually smooching apart over it, her silky smooth inner thighs brushing over his cheeks, his ears as she madly thrashed out her ecstasy. The roar of that velvety skin in his ears, the keen, funky smell of her hot cunt, the feel of her pliant, spongy pussy lips on his mouth nearly drove the kid out of his mind with lust. He whimpered from the awesome heat behind his eyes, from the rapid pounding of his heart.
The tour guide was totally unaware of her partner's condition. She was wrapped up in her own pleasure, in the wild crashing waves of her orgasm. She twitched and jerked on the seat, like a puppet worked by a lunatic. The marvelous, rippling joy was so wonderful, so delicious that she didn't ever want it to stop. She caught hold of the backs of her thighs and hoisted her legs up even higher, digging her knees into the soft, resilient mounds of her breasts, making her pussy tip up even further, turning it into a flat plane that tapered down into the deep crevice of her buttocks.
"MORE! DO IT MORE!" she pleaded, squirming her hips, making her clitoris slip from his lips, making it tease over his mouth, rubbing the whole palpitating vortex of her pussy over his feverish face, over his hose, his cheeks, his eyes, chin and forehead, bathing him in the slick, stinky juices of her cunt. "LICK ME! LICK ME!!"
Wild horses couldn't have kept Rick from doing just that. His long, slippery tongue darted out from between his lips and swirled over her pouting labia, teasing over their sexy circumference with its tip, smearing his thick, hot drool everywhere.
Ruth writhed like a madwoman as the pointed end of his tongue slipped down over the mouth of her vagina, touching the entrance to her churning channel, threatening to push past the quivering sphincter, to surge up into the tight passage.
But Rick only threatened. Repeatedly, he paused on the verge of spitting her with his tongue, only to sweep past her orifice, to lap at the other half of her cunt. The more he licked, the wetter her pussy got, both from his hot saliva and her flowing juices. After a few more minutes of the circular slurping, he had her whole pussy hanging wide open, the fat outer petals obscenely splayed, the inner ones gaping, showing the super slick, hot pink lining of her cunt.
"UHHHHH!" she whined, anxiously, flipping her bottom, trying in vain to seat his lips on her sphincter, to get that long tongue of his to slip up her cunt. "UHHHHH!!!"
Neanderthal or not, Rick was no fool. He knew that the hotter he got her, the better screw she would give him. To that end, he continued to lave the parted lips of her cunt, to stoke the raging flames of her passion with swirling strokes of his tongue, to drive her once again to the brink of ecstasy.
"NOOOOO!" she bawled. "DO IT RIGHT! PLEEEEEASE!"
Rick ignored her and went on teasing, wallowing in the sticky gulley of her cunt.
The tension was too much for Ruth. She began to sob and whine like a lost child, her feet kicking futilely in the air. Her pussy was alive with delicious sensation, but it desperately craved more and deeper thrills. It craved the mad lashing caress of that thick tongue burrowing up into it, the obscene suck and snort sounds of a hungry mouth working hard upon a juicy cunt.
Weeping openly, hysterically, she gripped his hair with all her might and shoved down, forcing his head to slip lower into her fork.
The boy groaned and tried to push back up, but it was already too late. Her jerking hands had moved his mouth directly over the entrance to her pussy and the tip of his tongue had automatically slipped up inside. One feel of that buttery passage and there was no turning back for him. He gasped at the heat of her cunt, moaned at its slipperiness, thrusting his tongue as deep into the tight fissure as he could, corkscrewing it about over the delectable folds and ridges.
Ruth let go of his hair and once again clasped her legs, pulling them up tight to her breasts, making the channel of her pussy compress like the bellows of an accordion.
"AHHHHHH," she sighed as the tongue shoved deeper and deeper, as she felt herself yielding to the insistent tip, parting over it. Because of the angle of her cunt, because of the compression, he was going impossibly deep, deep enough to graze the back of her trembling womb.
When the boy's mouth was grinding hard against her quaking sphincter, when he had no more tongue to give her, he started to squirm his tool around inside her, waggling it, lashing it back and forth.
It felt like there was a mad, boneless cock buried in her belly, a hugely thick and wet thing hell bent on driving her crazy.
"UHHHHH!" she cried, her feet flailing, her eyelids fluttering, as climax inundated her. Her hot cunt shut down on his darting tongue like an iron fist in a hot buttered velvet glove and the top of her head blew off. She snatched hold of his hair and used it like a handle, forcing him to twist and turn his face, to squirm his tongue over the rippling walls of her cunt. It flipped wildly over her seething folds and valleys, its broad root rubbing hard against the tingling bud of her clitoris.
Rick was doubly caught, doubly trapped by her hand in his hair and by her cunt clamped down around his tongue. He could do nothing but kneel there on the floor of the bus and whimper into her open cunt.
The ecstatic woman suddenly changed tactics. She started to jerk his head up and down, making him bob it, making his tongue slither forward and back, in and out of the quivering tube.
"YEEEEE!!" she squealed, hunching upward into his face, smacking her clitoris against his mouth, driving her rectum into his chin. The feeling was so incredible that she had to keep on making it happen over and over. She hauled Rick's head forward and back faster, forcing his tongue to lance in and out of her pussy madly. Again, she climaxed, again, right in his face, her cunt squeezing at the full length of his trapped tongue, milking it greedily- It took a long time for her third orgasm to fade away. It was like that, always. Each succeeding climax was stronger, more devastating than the last. Even after she let go of the boy's hair, after she stopped driving her pussy into his unprotected face, she was delighted to discover that he had not yet got enough of her. He continued to bob his head, unbidden, to fuck his long tongue in and out of her pussy.
Ruth peered over her tummy at him, watching intently as his pebbly tongue surged in between her wide-splayed labia. His whole face was covered with a smear of lipstick, from forehead to chin, and it was dripping with his own saliva and her steaming juices. He was obviously getting off on what he was doing to her. His breathing was horribly ragged, his eyes shut tight as he hungrily thrust his thick tongue in and out.
"YOU'RE SO HUNGRY FOR IT!" she moaned, stroking his dark hair tenderly, gently lifting her crotch into his deep-stabbing lunges. "YOU DO LOVE IT, DON'T YOU?" Rick was far too aroused to make an intelligible reply. He just groaned balefully into her sticky gash and continued to eat her out.
"OOOOOH, I LOVE IT, TOO!" she moaned, twisting her fingers tight in his hair. "I WANT TO DO IT FOR YOU. I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK!"
The boy stopped his head-bobbing. He lifted his wet face from her loins and looked up at her in awe.
"I want to taste your cum," she told him, breathlessly. "Let me suck you."
"Yes!" the boy groaned. He moved back and tried to stand up, but when he did, he couldn't seem to straighten up. He stood there, hunched over at the waist, leering into the yawning pink gash of her pussy.
Ruth took one look at his crotch and giggled. No wonder he couldn't stand up straight! The whole front of his pants was pushed all out of shape by a huge, hulking erection!
"Here, let me fix," she said, thickly, reaching out for his pants. She unbuttoned his waistband first, then his fly. Then, much to his consternation, she grabbed his underwear as well as his trousers and wrenched them both down around his ankles.
"Uh!" he groaned as he was suddenly naked from the waist down before her.
"Oh!" Ruth exclaimed, as the rigid length of his penis jerked up from the confinement of his clothes and thumped hard upon his breastbone.
Rick had an amazing penis. It was severely hooked, almost a perfect crescent of throbbing flesh. It was rather pale and pasty in color, save for the bloated blue veins and the faint pinkish bulb. The head was very small in relation to the rest of his cock and that added to the overall tapering appearance. If anything, his penis looked like a horn, a vicious, pointed-tipped horn. It was exceedingly thick at the root, at least five times the size of the tip. Below the distended root hung a pair of the biggest, heaviest testicles Ruth had ever seen. It looked like he was hiding a couple of boulders in the fuzzy pink bag.
Most girls would've been turned off by the savage, almost inhuman appearance of his penis, but not Ruth. The second it flipped into view her mouth started filling up with hot drool and her palms started aching in anticipation.
She reached out quickly and gripped the rigid staff just behind the rounded head, bending the whole thing down to a level with her mouth.
"MAN!" Rick gasped as the raven-haired woman opened her mouth and lunged forward, driving the head of his penis inside. The blazing heat of her tongue and cheeks swept over his knob and he couldn't help but hunch forward, fucking into her face.
Ruth let out a shrill yelp as the upcurving shaft rocked through her lips. Instead of going down her throat as it was supposed to, it turned up and attempted to push up into her brain. She caught him firmly by the root and held him at a proper distance, then started popping the searing, velvety bulb in and out of her lips, rubbing her mouth over it, crooning to it, revelling in the stark, cloying, manly flavor of it. She swirled her tongue over its underside, sweeping against the sensitive folds of his nerve bundle, firmly pumping her fist up and down the immensely broad root.
Unable to control himself in the face of the pleasure she was giving him, the boy once again snapped his muscular buttocks, driving his steely tapering cock through her soft lips, spearing it into the unyielding wall at the back of her mouth.
Ruth moaned again and jerked her head back, gripping his penis with her teeth, holding it behind the rim. Even though he'd hurt her twice, she couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. There was something so unspeakably lewd about its shape, so animalish that it thrilled her to the marrow just to hold it between her lips, just to feel its outlandishly tiny bulb throbbing against her tongue. As she sucked contentedly, something hot and slimy and salty oozed into her mouth.
"AAAGGGHHH!" she whined, pulling back, pulling his knob from her lips. As she did, his penis oozed some more and a strand of thick white pre-cum stretched from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, bridging the gap between them for a maddening instant, then breaking free of his bulb and swaying back to spatter over her mouth and chin. Wheezing with excitement, she pushed that slimy stuff into her mouth, licking it away from her lips with great relish.
The boy was dumbfounded... and horribly excited by the sight of her so hungry for his semen. He reached out and caught the back of her head and pulled her lips back against his cockhead.
"No, please, darling," she moaned, kissing his wetly gleaming bulb. "I can't do it from this angle. Your cock curves the wrong way."
But Rick wouldn't take "no" for an answer. He pulled her face harder against his rockhard erection, forcing his cock head to crush between her lips, screwing it deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Realizing that if she didn't bring him off quickly, she was in for some intense pain, Ruth redoubled her efforts and began nursing at his penis with all her might, twisting and turning her head, making her lips squirm frantically around his pulsing flesh. The boy wanted to cum, all right, but wanted to explode his way. He put his meaty hands on her shoulders and leaned down, forcing her to slump down. She struggled at first, but he was way too strong for her. She allowed him to push her down on the floor of the bus, but she refused to let his penis slip from her sucking lips. For an instant, he knelt on either side of her lovely head, half his long, wicked cock thrust into her mouth, then he was turning, twisting his body around so that he faced her naked loins.
Ruth gurgled excitedly as the rigid shaft rotated 180 degrees between her lips, as the decided bend of his penis suddenly reversed and conformed perfectly to the curve of her throat. She could feel the tiny head pressing hard against the back of her tongue, poised, ready to surge down into her trembling throat.
The boy looked down at her, at her lovely lips wrapped so tightly about his shaft, at the way she was arching her neck, tipping her throat up to him, offering it to him. Then he looked at the angry, painted lips of her cunt, the wet tufts of black hair clinging to the parted petals. He growled and flipped his hips.
Ruth gagged as the rod surged into her throat, hooking down into her gullet. Because of the steep curve to it, it penetrated her much deeper than any cock ever had before. And it just kept on coming! She whimpered as the much broader bottom half of his penis jammed between her lips, forcing her jaws wide apart. There was no stopping it! Just when she was sure that the hinges of her jaws would crack from the strain, the pressure, when the tiny head would spear into her belly, it stopped and withdrew. She sucked at the retreating cock feverishly, nursing on it, gnawing it gently with her teeth, practically begging for another such devastating thrust. And when that thrust came, she arched her neck back even further, so that her chin pointed straight up, so that her throat sheathed his penis perfectly. The pressure was so horrible as that cruelly bent rod slipped home that she could hardly bear it. Her lips dove down over his meat, her tongue squirming wildly. She could hear him groaning about her even as his monstrous cock throbbed against the painfully stretched walls of her throat.
Then his big hands were on her, caressing, kneading her big breasts through the front of her blouse as he gently but firmly fucked into her face. She took each and every lunge greedily, whining as her lips brushed his pubic hairs, as his massive testicles teased over the bridge of her nose. And his pinching, plucking fingers instantly brought her nipples to full erection, sending flurries of delight shooting down between her squirming thighs. His hands coursed down over her tummy, his fingers dipped hungrily into the open gash of her cunt, rubbing, pinching at her clitoris, fucking in and out of her quivering channel. Ruth could feel herself coming apart at the seams, feel the unstoppable flickers of her impending climax.
Watching her receive his lunges so greedily, feeling the tight ring of her lips sliding down to the root of his shaft, feeling her wet pussy opening like a flower under his fingertips was too much for Rick to bear. Growling like a lust-crazed bear, he threw himself down on her stomach, locking his arms tight about her waist, burying his mouth in her cunt and darting his long tongue into her.
Ruth gurgled her joy around the hard- thrusting staff of his cock as she felt his tongue fill her cunt, as she felt the tip of his nose digging right into the hot ring of her anus. She hoisted her legs up, locking them about the back of his head and started hunching into him, fucking his tongue like it was a cock. His balls were smacking into her nose, his sweaty loins smacking into her ovalled, sucking mouth and she was digging it, digging every stunning impact.
When her fourth orgasm came, it was like a steam roller, flattening her consciousness. Indescribable ecstasy swept through her fork, her pussy tightened down on his tongue, and she began sucking the full length of his penis, trying frantically to bring him off with her.
Even as she started to tumble, to fall head over heels into the abyss, she felt her animal lover begin to respond. He ground his face hard against her cunt, burrowing his nose into her anus, and began to toss his hips in short, brisk strokes. It was all Ruth could do to clutch at his powerful, hunching buttocks and hang on.
The huge cock sawed over the lining of her constricted throat, pulsing wildly, throbbing out of control. Then, suddenly, a tidal wave of hot, thick fluid burst into her throat and mouth, erupting from the hard-driving cock, filling her with slimy goo in an instant. Ruth whined her joy, gulping the creamy stuff down as fast as she could. She tried to suck up every single drop, but there was way too much. Even as she swallowed, more of the sticky semen was pouring into her mouth, oozing out between her lips, trickling down her cheeks, along her nose and over her forehead.
After an endless eon of grunting, humping, swallowing, Rick collapsed on top of her. She held his softening penis in her mouth as long as she could, still nursing on him, even as he was still licking her wetly parted pussy. Finally, his weight got to be too much and she twisted her face to the side, letting his limp cock slide from her mouth. It rolled over the side of her face, leaving a warm trail of mixed drool and cum behind.
"Up, please!" she moaned. "You're squashing me!"
Rick mumbled an apology and levered himself up, rolling into a sitting position with his back against the bottom of the rear seat.
Ruth sat up as well, pushing her skirt down over her fork. When she covered herself, the boy's face fell. He looked like he'd lost his best friend.
"Hey, don't look so glum," she told him, reaching over and massaging his heavy balls. "Wasn't that a nice surprise?"
"It was the best surprise I ever had," he told her, his eyelids narrowing to slit at the pleasure her stroking hand was giving him.
She toyed with his balls for a few minutes, occasionally giving his penis a few wringing pumps. When he started to get another erection, however, she dropped him like a hot potato.
"OH!" he groaned, looking at his hotly throbbing cock, then at her pleadingly.
"I'd like to, Rick," she said, "but the group is going to be back any minute and you and I have some mopping up to do before they arrive."
"Mopping up?" he said.
Ruth giggled. She fumbled in her purse for a hand mirror, then held it up to his face.
Rick gawked at himself, at the lipstick all over him, at the shining juice of her pussy smeared everywhere.
"Does it wash off?" he groaned, miserably.
She giggled again. "The lipstick washes off, lover," she said, "but my juice doesn't. You are forever branded. Go on, take a deep breath."
He did just that and his eyes opened wide as the pungent, arousing scent of her pussy hit him.
"Wow!" he exclaimed.
"You damn betcha!" she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
After two brief stops later that afternoon, one at the mouth of a famous pass where local Indians held an entire company of U.S. Cavalry at bay for three months, the other at the top of the same gorge, for a panoramic view of the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada range, the tour bus pulled into yet another motel parking lot.
Instead of peering at the place sourly, the teenagers were elated. The Wander Inn was much the same as the other motels they'd stayed at, the same barn red buildings with white trim, the same wagon wheels out front, the same big neon sign out front announcing "Fine Food," except for the swimming pool.
"Man, does that look good!" Tod said.
"We are allowed to use it, aren't we?" Sara said.
The rest of the group echoed these same questions at top volume. Ruth stood up and waved her arms for quiet.
"Yes, you can use the pool," she said.
This was greeted by whoops and cheers all around.
"But," she added, "only during the daylight hours."
There were a few groans.
"Which means that you've got," Ruth said, pausing to check her watch, "about an hour and a half. We'll all go to dinner at dusk, so be out of the pool by then. And remember, walk, don't run, right?"
The students rushed to their motel rooms and got into their swimming suits and were back out faster than Ruth believed possible. She didn't put on a suit herself, but did slip on her panties. She sat out on a chaise lounge by the pool and supervised, making sure that none of her young charges got drowned. She would've liked to have gone in, too, but didn't trust herself with all those scantily clad young men. The sight of their glistening, sunbrowned bodies made her blood pressure skyrocket.
She just sat there and watched them splash and dive and horse around. She paid particular attention to Bret who was showing off on the diving board. He had a truly magnificent body on him, the muscles of his chest so well- defined that they looked like carved marble. And he was agile and lithe, too, a beautiful diver, an able swimmer. Ruth was so wrapped up watching him that it took her a long time to realize that his shadow, Ginger, was nowhere in sight.
The tour guide smirked. It figured. Now that she didn't have the little redhead to deal with, she and her dreamboat were surrounded by a couple of dozen squealing teenagers.
When it came close to dinner time, Ginger appeared. She shot Ruth a few concerned glances and generally kept her distance. Ruth, on the other hand, stared at the girl quite boldly, as if daring her to say something, do something.
The long day on the road and the session in the pool exhausted the teenagers so much that they shuffled back to their rooms without grumbling. Ruth followed Sara and Ginger into their room and the three took turns using the bathroom and getting ready for bed.
It wasn't until after the lights went out that Ruth began to get antsy. She tossed and turned for a good hour and a half, unable to relax, unable to drift off into sleep. Finally, she sat up in bed. She had another big day tomorrow and knew that she had to get some rest. She wasn't about to take a sleeping pill, either. They made her too groggy the morning after. Then, she remembered the swimming pool. That would do it, she told herself. A nice, refreshing dip under the stars would relax her and she could drop right off.
Ruth slipped out of bed quietly and opened her valise, taking out her swim suit. She went into the bathroom and put it on in the dark, then tiptoed past the still forms of Sara and Ginger and slipped out the door.
It was a glorious night. The clear sky was choked with stars and the motel parking lot was empty save for the tour bus. It was off season still and none of the motels had been very crowded. She walked across the lot and entered the fenced pool area, closing the gate behind her. The fence was quite high, offering a good deal of privacy to the swimmers and sun bathers. She tested the water with her toe and found it to be even warmer than the air.
Taking a deep breath, she dove in, swimming underwater the width of the pool, coming up on the opposite side. It felt wonderful! She could feel the tension melting away from her as the warm water sloshed and lapped at her body. She bobbed there a moment, then started swimming laps in an easy crawl.
It was only when she stopped to rest that she realized she was being observed. There was a slender form standing in the shadows by the gate.
"Who is it?" Ruth said. "Sara?"
"No, it's me," said a weak voice. Then Ginger stepped forward. She was wearing her bikini bathing suit. Her pale skin looked smooth as silk in the starlight. Her body was perfect, her breasts high and firm, her waist tiny, her hips firm and round, her legs wonderfully long and slender.
"What are you doing out here?" Ruth said, crossly. "I told all of you that there would be no swimming after dark."
"I know," Ginger said, moving closer to the edge of the pool, "but I can't swim in the day."
"What?"
"My skin," the girl said, "it burns too easily. I can't stay out in the sun at all. I guess it's also because I'm so pale. I mean I have to be. I can't get a tan. I just burn. I didn't want the other kids to see how pasty I am."
"You have lovely skin," Ruth said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Thank you," Ginger said. "It's nice of you to say that."
Ruth was having a hard time understanding why Ginger was treating her so nicely, why the girl seemed to be seeking out her company.
"Why don't you jump in then?" Ruth suggested. "The water's great."
Ginger did that, executing a neat dive and coming up in the middle of the pool.
"Oooh, it is warm!" the redhead moaned. "It feels super!" The girl treaded water for a moment, then swam on her back over to where Ruth clung to the splash gutter.
"Look at all those stars!" Ruth said, lolling her head back.
"Wow!" Ginger exclaimed. "It's never this clear in Orange County!"
Ruth was aware of the proximity of their bodies, of the occasional contact between their arms and thighs as they worked to stay afloat. She didn't pay much attention to it, though.
"Wow, it's so dark here," Ginger said, "we could skinny dip and no one would be able to see us."
The tour guide turned and looked at the redhead. "You wouldn't want to do that, would you?" she asked, incredulously.
"I don't know. It might be fun," the girl said, her smooth shoulder rubbing against Ruth's.
The raven-haired woman got a sudden chill, a shiver at the contact between them. She told herself that what she was thinking couldn't be possible, that her imagination was running away with her.
"Come on, let's do it," Ginger said.
"I don't know," Ruth said, doubtfully.
"Well, I'm going to do it," the girl announced.
Ruth stared at Ginger as she reached down under the water and struggled with her bikini bottom. Then her hand came up out of the water and flopped the sopping wet garment over onto the deck. The redhead then reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her top, removing it and tossing it over by her bottoms.
"Oooh, it feels great!" Ginger said. "You ought to try it."
Ruth was too busy staring at the nubile nakedness bobbing in front of her. Ginger's breasts were capped with super pale nipples, nipples crinkled and drawn out into taut stubs. Ruth couldn't really see much else because of the water. She did find herself strangely moved by the sight of those young breasts, though.
"Here," Ginger offered, "I'll help you."
Before Ruth could protest, the naked girl was moving against her, the silky, supple mounds of her breasts nuzzling against her arm, her long legs sliding against her smooth thighs. The idea of being stripped naked by such a pretty girl was very startling to her.
"OOOH, YOUR SKIN IS SO SMOOTH!" Ginger said, stroking the sides of Ruth's arms.
The tour guide was beginning to get the picture.
Ginger's hand strayed from the side of Ruth's arm to the swell of her breast under the swim suit brassiere. When Ruth made no immediate move to push the hand away, Ginger started to massage, to grind the heel of her hand into the soft peak of her tit.
"No! Don't!" Ruth said, pushing the lewdly caressing hand away. She said "no," but wasn't sure that she meant it. Ginger's touch was very gentle, very compelling.
"Please, I want to touch you," Ginger said softly. "I want to touch you so bad."
Ruth said nothing. There was no reply she could make. But when Ginger's hands slipped around her sides, when her fingers started fumbling with her clasp, she realized that by making no answer she had given the girl the go-ahead. Before she could protest, Ginger had her bikini top off.
"OOOOH, YOU HAVE SUCH NICE BIG ONES!" the girl said, eating up the lush cones and the jutting pink nipples with her eyes, sliding her hand up from against Ruth's waist, up over the side of her ribcage to just below her right breast.
Ruth shivered. She could see that Ginger wanted to scoop up that supple mound, that she wanted to squeeze and rub it; the girl's need was written all over her face.
But, instead of openly trying to fondle her, the girl did something different, something much more stimulating. She moved closer. So close that for a delicious, staggering instant, her firm breasts brushed Ruth's, stiff nipples touching, teasing against stiff nipples, supple mounds of flesh sliding across each other.
"OOOOH," Ruth moaned softly, feeling the powerful tingling in her nipples, the waves of pleasure coursing down from her breasts, down over her tummy, down into her fork.
Ginger pretended not to notice her reaction to the intimate contact, in fact, not to notice the intimate contact at all, but the quaver in her voice when she spoke betrayed her. "Now, I'll get you out of your panties," she said, moving even closer, forcing her breast to slip between Ruth's, to nuzzle them ecstatically.
Even if Ruth had wanted to, she couldn't have stopped the girl from grabbing hold of the waistband of her bikini bottoms and peeling them down over her thighs.
Ginger pulled them off over her feet and set both top and bottom on the pool deck.
Ruth was amazed at the difference without a swim suit. The warm water felt a thousand times more sexy sweeping over her bare pussy, her unharnessed breasts. For a moment, she just went limp, letting the water move her, letting it buoy up her breasts. Then something warm touched her, something slipping over her mounds, squeezing first one, then the other, then moved down to her waist. Ruth knew what, who the something was, but she did not open her eyes.
Emboldened, Ginger moved closer, mashing her own breasts, her taut nipples against Ruth's, pressing her smooth, flat tummy to Ruth's.
"Do you like this?" Ginger said, breathlessly, making her small, sparsely furred mound brush up against Ruth's.
Both girls jerked violently at the intimate contact. To Ruth, it felt like she'd been touched with a live wire. Automatically, her arms swept up through the water and wrapped around the girl's slim waist.
"OOOH, YOU DO LIKE IT!" Ginger moaned huskily, moving her hands down over the jutting swell of the older woman's hips, down over the round domes of her buttocks, cupping them, kneading them insistently.
"No, really, I've never... I mean," Ruth stammered, her confusion as real as the excitement raging in her veins. She reached up in an attempt to push the girl back and found her hands slipping over Ginger's round breasts. For a crazy moment, she held those wet, resilient pears in her hands, felt the hot, hard stubs of her nipples digging into her palms.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!" Ruth said, jerking her hands away.
"Don't be sorry," Ginger said. "I liked it. Do it some more, please."
Ruth gawked at the girl.
"It's all right," Ginger assured her. "I've done this lots of times before."
"Lots of times?"
"Sure. We have this woman gym coach at Mira Pavo and she and I, well, sometimes I stay after school with her and we do this. It's fun, you'll see. And there's no danger of getting pregnant."
Ruth couldn't believe her ears.
"A girl needs her release, too," Ginger said, moving her hands even lower, making her fingers crawl over the smooth buttocks, and lower still, until her fingertips touched fur, fur and much hotter, much silkier skin.
The tour guide jerked as fingers grazed the lips of her pussy.
"Don't fight it," Ginger said, gently stroking the entrance to her pussy with a fingertip. "I know that you want to make love with me. I can feel it."
Ruth shuddered against the girl, delighting in the sensation that exploded between her legs.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Ginger said, her mouth a scant two inches from Ruth's as she teased and stroked every inch of her pussy, rubbing her fingers incitefully from clitoris to sphincter and back.
Ruth was fighting a losing battle and knew it. It did feel good, staggeringly good, and she wanted more. She slipped her arms about Ginger's neck and hugged her tight, mashing her big breasts against the redhead's smaller, firmer ones.
"That's it," Ginger cooed to her, prodding the mouth of her vagina with a fingertip, then sliding the pad of her finger up between Ruth's buttocks, over the red hot button of her anus, then back down again to the entrance to her channel.
The fingertip moved back and forth again and again, bridging the short distance between anus and pussy, pushing at both, but pushing into neither one. It was maddening. Ruth wanted to be fingered, probed by the smooth girl, but it wasn't happening.
Suddenly, Ginger pushed back from her. "Let's swim into shallower water," she said, moving backward slowly.
Ruth followed her to the kiddie end of the pool where the water was only about waist deep. The girl quickly moved into the older woman's arms, reaching down with both hands and grabbing hold of Ruth's thighs, hoisting her up from the pool bottom.
The raven-haired woman gasped as she lost her footing, clinging to Ginger, automatically locking her legs around the girl's waist. She was stunned by the girl's apparent strength, until she realized that the water was doing most of the work.
Before Ruth could gasp, Ginger's small, hot hand was sliding up the back of her thigh, slipping right over her hairy pussy.
"OOOOOH," the redhead moaned, rubbing her fingers into the pliant folds. "Now, you touch me." When Ruth didn't respond at once, the girl took hold of her hand and made her reach in under her own bottom, made her put her fingers to her nearly hairless pussy.
Ruth moaned as she cupped Ginger's hot little cunt in her hand, her fingertips immediately searching among the tight folds for the central slit, working the heel of her hand against the upper part of her labia, where she knew the girl's clitoris was.
"UHHH!" Ginger moaned, pulling Ruth hard against her, slipping her thumb up the woman's pussy.
The feeling of being penetrated was awesome. It sent a wild surge of pleasure stabbing deep into her belly. Then the girl was fucking her finger in and out and Ruth felt the pleasure bloom, exploding over her mound, her cunt muscles squeezing down around the probing digit.
"OH! YOU'RE CUMMING!" the redhead whined excitedly, moving her finger faster, stabbing it deeper.
Beside herself with ecstasy, Ruth fumbled with the thin, hairless lips under her fingers, peeling them back, putting a finger to the small, tight hole and shoving. As her finger shot up into the slick, narrow passage, as her pussy squeezed down on the darting digit that skewered it, she put her lips to Ginger's and kissed her fervently.
Ginger kissed her back, hungrily, her mouth opening to receive the older woman's tongue as her hips started to roll, to twist as the finger began fucking in and out of her pussy.
Ruth was so excited that she thought her skull was going to explode. She was finger- fucking the girl's pussy a mile a minute, her own quivering cunt receiving the delicious thrusts of a hard thumb.
"OH, NO! NO, WAIT!" Ginger gasped, pulling her finger from Ruth's pussy, pushing at her. "Not like this. Let's get out of the water. Please. It'll be much better. Much, much better."
Ruth doubted that anything could be better, but she unlocked her legs from the girl's waist and followed her out of the pool. The sight of Ginger's moisture-beaded white body shimmering in front of her, the firm, saucy mounds of her buttocks shifting as she climbed up the stairs, a few wet tendrils of red pubic hair clinging to the parted, pink lips of her slit, set Ruth's juices to churning.
Ginger lay down on her side on the deck and Ruth slipped down next to her. The two women kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their loins pressed tight together.
Then the redhead drew back and whispered into Ruth's face, "I WANT TO KISS YOUR PUSSY."
The older woman shuddered. "I WANT TO EAT YOU, TOO," she said.
Ginger gently but firmly pushed her over onto her back on the deck and then put her hands to her knees and spread them wide. Before Ruth could blink, the horny girl was kneeling between her splayed thighs, her pert bottom stuck up high in the air, her breasts mashed into the deck, kneeling and mashing her open mouth down on her hairy pussy.
Ruth bit back a cry of sheer ecstasy as the hot, moist lips swarmed over her pussy, sucking hungrily at the very mouth of her cunt, as the dainty, slippery tongue squirmed over her tender, swollen labia, parting them, as it flicked over her throbbing clitoris.
"NUMMMMM!" Ginger crooned, rooting around between Ruth's spread thighs like no man had ever done, sucking up the fragrant juice that seeped from her hot, quivering slit.
Moaning softly, Ruth began to move her hips. She just couldn't help it. The darting tongue was flicking into her open pussy and she had to hump. She just had to! Her back arched up from the deck, her pelvis snapped as the tickling joy burst over her pussy. And in the dim light she could see Ginger's lovely young face down there, rolling over her pubic hair, mashing against the angry lips of her pussy; she could see the moist pink tongue slathering over her puffy flaps, digging down into the widening crevice.
She reached down and put her fingers to Ginger's wet hair, pushing at the back of her head, urging the girl to lick her harder, to bite her pussy. When the redhead did just that, began madly slurping at her slit, began nibbling frantically at her parted flanges, Ruth let out a shrill moan.
"I WANT TO DO IT, TOO!" she sobbed, giving Ginger's hair a tug. "I WANT TO DO IT TO YOU!"
Ginger was too wrapped up in the hot cunt under her face to care what Ruth wanted, so the older, stronger woman took matters into her own hands. She pulled hard on the girl's hair, wrenching her face up from her pussy, then forced her to roll over onto her back on the deck.
Ginger just lay there, breathing hard, as Ruth turned around so that her pussy faced the girl's mouth, so that her mouth faced the girl's pussy. As Ruth swung her leg over Ginger's head, straddling it, she dropped her face between the girl's widely splayed thighs, kissing the moist, musky lips of her inflamed pussy.
The redhead shivered and lifted her knees, tipping up her whole crotch, and grabbed Ruth's thighs, pulling her pussy back down against her face. Groaning like a bitch in heat, Ginger rubbed her nose into Ruth's blazing anus and drove her tongue deep into her wet pussy.
Ruth shuddered violently as the wriggling tongue waggled up into her and she dug her fingers into the soft skin of Ginger's buttocks, spreading them wide apart, licking, lapping madly at the tight and tiny pussy. The wispy, silky hairs felt wonderful against her lips and tongue and the heat the girl's cunt gave off was awesome. Waves of warmth edged with pungent musk wafted over Ruth's face.
Moaning, snorting like a wild thing, Ginger began bobbing her face against Ruth's bottom, fucking her tongue in and out of the contracting passage.
The steady, wet slap of lips against her pussy mouth, the deeply squirming tongue destroyed what was left of Ruth's sense of decorum. She fell to kissing and sucking at the puckering lips of Ginger's pussy, licking at the soft fuzz, dipping the tip of her tongue into the nadir of her slit, poking at the entrance to her throbbing vagina.
Ginger let out a plaintive wail as she felt Ruth's tongue laving her pussylips. She raised her knees still higher, forcing the full length of her slit to rub up against the older woman's face.
Ruth didn't protest when her mouth was moved lower down, down over the quivering vaginal sphincter. She was too busy to protest; she was too busy cumming. Just the feel of Ginger's soft, hot, hairless lips against her mouth, the feel of her silky thighs rubbing against her ears, the feel of her hot buttocks parting under her nose, the feel of her contracting pussy under her mouth was enough. Moaning from low in her belly, Ruth pushed the tip of her tongue into the slippery gulley, tasting the warm love juice, wallowing in it as she bored straight down, straight down into Ginger's tight little cunt.
The redhead wailed into the muffling folds of Ruth's cunt, her whole body stiffening as the slick probe darted up into her. She pummeled Ruth's back with her heels, demanding that she tongue her deeper.
The older woman did just that, eating pussy with a ravenous, insatiable hunger, working the full length of her tongue deep into the trembling, moist fissure, sweeping over the rippling walls, over the hot, buttered folds.
The girl was so excited by what Ruth was doing to her that her inhibitions went right out the window. She slipped her thumbs between Ruth's buttocks, spreading them, then fell upon her anus with an open mouth and the same wild passion she'd show to her pussy. She swirled her tongue over its wrinkled surface, sucking at it, giggling at her partner's violent reaction.
At the feel of hot, wet tongue lashing against her anus, Ruth started to twitch and jerk like a spastic. The sensation was so mind- boggling, so nasty and yet so appealing, so vile and yet so delectable that it, coupled with the feel of the tight pussy under her tongue, sent her once more to the brink. Her whole mind went stark white, great klieg lights flashing inside her skull, the pleasure hoisting her up, then dropping her, letting her plummet straight down. She gobbled Ginger's pussy savagely, actually chewing at the tender lips, digging the tip of her tongue between the girl's tight buttocks, searching for and licking at the red hot button of her anus.
Ginger jerked under her, then her hips went wild, leaping up from the deck, bashing the wet gash into Ruth's mouth. Ruth immediately stabbed her tongue down into the orgasming cunt and was rewarded with a powerful squeeze from her convulsing pussy. The squeezing just kept on and on, tugging so hard at the root of Ruth's tongue that she feared it might be ripped loose. And the whole time Ginger thrashed out her joy, she kept her mouth locked tight to Ruth's pore, sucking furiously at it, trying to get it to open up so she could stuff her tongue inside.
It took a long, long time for the squirming to wind down. The two women continued to lick and kiss each other's pussies and rectums long after the really serious climaxing was through.
Ruth had never realized just how satisfying making love to another woman could be. It had never dawned on her that only another woman would know, first hand, what would be the most pleasurable. When they finally rolled apart, they lay on their backs, hip to hip, and stared up at the stars.
"What did you think when you saw me in the bathroom?" Ruth said. "What did you think when you saw me in the closet with Tod?"
Ginger paused before she answered. "I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," she said. "I was so jealous when I saw you with Tod!"
Ruth laughed. She couldn't help it.
"What's so funny?" Ginger asked.
"Nothing. Well, it's just that I had you figured all wrong," Ruth said. "I thought you were a Miss Goody Two Shoes. I expected you to turn me in for being some kind of a pervert after you got home."
"That is funny!" Ginger said.
"Yes, it is. Why, you're much more of a pervert than I'll ever be," she said.
Ginger turned toward her and gave her a hurt look.
"A sweet little pervert," Ruth added, reaching down between the girl's parted thighs and gently stroking the still-trembling lips of her pussy.
"Ooooh!" Ginger sighed, lifting her knees.
Ruth petted her for a few moments, watching the expressions flit over her pretty face, then stopped.
"What I don't understand," the tour guide said, "is how you manage to hang on to Bret or why you bother when you like girls better?"
"I don't really know if I like girls better," the redhead said. "I've never made love with a boy, not all the way, so I don't have anything to compare it to. As for hanging on to Bret, he's a real sexy guy. He does something to me, inside, something that no woman ever has. It kind of scares me, but I like it."
"I know what you mean," Ruth said. "He does that to me, too. I've got a confession to make."
"Really?"
"Yep. I was scheming to get Bret alone, away from you so I could seduce him." Ginger didn't respond right away. When she did, she said, "Maybe you should."
"What?"
"I mean, I know I'll probably never have the guts to go all the way with him," she said. "All I'm doing is driving him crazy. I let him get so far with me and then I shut off. I'm sure it would be a relief to him to finally get some pussy for a change."
Ginger's tone was so self-deprecating, so miserable that it made Ruth pause. She could not even be elated at the news that Bret was hers for the taking. Now that she knew Ginger, now that she'd made love to her and been loved in return, she couldn't think of her as just another stuck up little bitch like Sara. Ginger was a real person, a real, sensitive person.
"You do want him, don't you?" Ruth said. Ginger made a muffled sob. "Yes, yes, I do," she confessed. "But I'm scared."
Ruth took a deep breath before she spoke.
What she was about to suggest was something that wouldn't even have occurred to her an hour before.
"We could kill two birds with one stone, you know," she said.
Ginger pushed up on an elbow and looked her in the eye. "What? I don't understand."
"We could seduce him together," Ruth said. "Both of us. That way, I'd be there to help you. You wouldn't have to be afraid. And if you didn't like it, well, like I said, I'd be there to help."
"You don't mean it," the redhead said. "Yes, I do," Ruth countered, her conviction growing as she warmed up to the idea. "You don't have to make up your mind right now. Think about it, if you want. Sleep on it."
"That isn't it," Ginger said, excitedly. "I just don't believe that it could be true. It's too wonderful!"
"Then, you want to give it a try?"
"Do I! Oooh, we could do all sorts of sexy things with the three of us! Just think about it!"
Ruth did and a shiver rippled up her spine. "But when can we get him alone?" Ginger said. "The other kids are always around."
"Not always," Ruth said. "Dinner time, for instance."
"Dinner time?"
"Sure. While all the other students are in the restaurant, you could get Bret to meet you in our motel room."
"I could?"
"Sure. He'll think you've finally decided to come around... and you have. I could hide in the bathroom until you two get into bed and then... surprise!"
"Boy, will it ever be!" Ginger said. Then she frowned. "What about Sara? She's a real nose bone. It's just like her to come hunting for me."
"You don't like Sara much?"
The redhead shrugged. "She's a real phony," she said. "Everybody knows it, but nobody says it. She wants it as bad as anyone, I ought to know."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand."
Ginger smirked. "Ms. Caloski, the gym teacher," she explained, "she told me. She said that Sara is always parading around naked in front of her in the shower room, hoping that she'll get a come on."
When Ruth looked skeptical, Ginger went on. "No, it's for real," she said. "Ms. Caloski has a kind of sixth sense when it comes to girls. She can tell right away if she can make them. And then, there was that time that Sara tried to get funny with me."
"With you?" Ruth said. "And you didn't take her up on it?"
"No way! For one thing, she did it so clumsily that it turned me off, putting her hand on my ass in the showers, then acting like it as a big accident. For another, she's too young. I like older women. And last, but not least, I can't stand her."
"I don't think we have to worry about Sara," Ruth told her. "She'll be away at dinner with the rest of the group. You can say you're sick to your stomach, any excuse not to go with the others."
"What kind of excuse can Bret give?" she said. "I mean, we both can't have sick stomachs."
"That's simple. He doesn't need an excuse. He can go down to dinner, wolf it down in a blink... I've .seen him do it, so I know he can... and then leave."
"Wow! I can't believe that I'm, that we're really going to do it."
"The only problem I can foresee," Ruth said, "is whether or not he'll want me, too."
"Don't be silly," Ginger cooed, rolling over on top of Ruth, sliding her smooth thigh between her legs, rubbing it incitefully over her hairy, juicy mound. "You're gorgeous. Sweet enough to eat."
Ruth moaned softly as Ginger kissed her way down over her breasts, her tummy, down through the dark tangle of her pubic hair... and proceeded to do just that.
CHAPTER SIX
For Ruth, the tour of Sparksville, an authentic ghost town, the following day seemed endless. In a way, it was a shame because the place had always intrigued her before. It was full of the color, of the feel of the time. Unfortunately, it could not compete with her own passionate fantasies.
She purposefully stayed as far away from Bret and Ginger as possible, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She kept wondering, though, if the girl had told her boyfriend, yet, told him that she wanted to fuck him, and if so, what his response had been. It was futile to ponder over every detail of the proceedings, and Ruth knew it, but she was too excited to do anything else.
It was a good thing that the ghost town provided its own tour guide because she was in no shape to lead anything. Every time she glanced over at Bret, she got this powerful surge of pleasure between her legs. It was like her ready pussy already knew what kind of sheer delights were in store for it.
The day dragged on and on until about three p.m., then time started to fly. Before she knew it, the bus was pulling in to the motel parking lot and she was once again rising to address the tired and hungry group.
"Sorry, there's no pool at this place," she said, then she paused, waiting for the groans and grumblings to die down. She felt like saying something cutting, something about the fact that all these teenagers probably had pools of their own back in Orange County, pools that they never, ever used, but didn't. "I'll be passing out the room keys as usual. The restaurant is around the corner of the building away from the road."
With that, she stepped down the stairs and marched over to the motel office, collecting the keys from the manager, then passing them out to the teenagers.
"We'll be eating dinner right away," she said as the group began to disperse. She opened the door for Sara and Ginger, then followed them into the room.
Ginger sat on her bed, a hang dog look on her face.
Picking up the cue, Ruth asked, "Is something wrong, Ginger? You don't look well."
"Yes, she does look funny," Sara agreed.
"I feel kind of sick to my stomach," the redhead said, putting her hand on her belly. "I don't think I want any dinner tonight. I don't think I could keep it down."
"You really should eat something," Sara said.
Ruth glared at the little blonde. "No, that's all right, Ginger," she said. "If you don't feel like eating, you don't have to."
Sara shrugged. "Well, I'm going down to dinner," she announced. "And I hope it's better than last night. That awful giblet gravy is probably what made you sick."
When Ruth didn't move to join her, Sara said, "Aren't you coming, Ms. Jacoby?"
"In a bit," Ruth said. "In a bit. You go ahead."
Sara pushed out the door, her pert little behind twitching.
It was hard for Ruth to envision Sara trying to get herself seduced by a gym coach, but then again, she'd been shocked by what she'd learned about Ginger, too. Ruth walked to the window and carefully pulled back the curtain, making sure that Sara was heading towards the restaurant, then she turned back to the girl on the bed.
"Is he coming?" she asked.
Ginger's illness abruptly vanished. She beamed up at the black-haired woman. "He sure is!" she said. "And he's hot for me, too. He told me some things that I could hardly believe."
"Like?" Ruth said, taking a seat beside her on the bed.
"Like how sometimes when I let him feel my pussy, he cums right in his pants!"
Ruth leaned forward and planted a warm kiss on the girl's lips. "He's not alone, either," she said.
"Oooh! Ruthie!" Ginger gushed. "I'm so excited already that I think I could cum all by myself."
"You won't have to do that, darling," Ruth assured her. "I'm going to slip into the bathroom and get undressed. Whatever you do, don't let him go in there. Okay?"
"Okay," Ginger said.
Ruth stepped through the bathroom door, then closed it behind her. As she began to quickly undress, her heart began to pound agonizingly in her chest. Soon, she told herself, very soon, she was going to have her dreamboat.
She was naked when she heard the faint knock on the motel room door. She pressed her ear to the bathroom door and held her breath.
"Hurry! Come in!" Ginger said, holding the motel room door open a crack.
Bret slipped in, panting and out of breath. "Oh," he groaned. "I ate all that Salisbury steak and then ran. Yuck! My stomach feels awful."
"I hope you're not going to get sick on me," she said.
"No way!" Bret answered. "I've been waiting for this for too long. I want you so bad, baby!"
He held out his arms to her and she came to him, pressing her warm body to his, holding her face up for him to kiss. He pressed his mouth hard on hers, pushing his tongue between her teeth, sweeping it over the inside of her mouth so fast, so wildly that it stole her breath away. And his hands were already busy, busy at the back of her halter top, busy untying it.
As soon as the flimsy cups fell out of the way, he put his hands to her firm breasts, massaging them hungrily, working the nipples into stiff little peaks with his fingers.
Ginger moaned into his open mouth, moaned at the flurries of excitement dancing down over her tummy, down between her legs. Then he was pushing her back onto the bed. She let him do it. She made no protest as he fell upon her naked tits with his lips and tongue, licking, sucking at them, his hands squeezing at them, milking them into his nursing mouth. She reached up and stroked his burning cheek, shuddering against him as he used his teeth on her nipples.
Moaning, groaning, the blonde boy kissed and sucked every inch of her breasts and when he was done, he started working his way down over her heaving tummy.
Ginger stiffened as she felt his mouth sliding hotly over the outside of her cut off levis, sliding right down over the jutting hummock of her pussy.
"OH, BRET! BRET!!" she gasped as he blew into her fork, right into the tender flesh of her pussy.
"I want you!" he said, his voice thick with passion. "I want all of you."
Then his hands were ripping at her waistband, hauling her shorts and panties down over her thighs. She lay there on her back on the bed, totally naked, her thighs artlessly splayed, her bare pussy with its sparse red hairs, its thin pink Ups was open to his gaze.
"God, it's so beautiful!" Bret groaned, dropping to his knees before her.
Ginger shut her eyes tight. She could feel his hands sliding over her thighs, his fingers slipping down between her legs, rubbing over the tight lips of her pussy. For an instant, she thought she couldn't go through with it, but then remembered Ruth in the bathroom, Ruth waiting to help, and she regained her courage.
"OOOOH! RUB IT HARDER!" she moaned, lifting her bottom from the bed, pushing her cunt into his hand.
Bret did better than that. He lowered his face to her loins and pressed his mouth right up against her pussy, kissing it fervently.
The girl jerked at the feel of his warm lips kissing her there. It surprised her that the feeling would be the same, no matter what sex her partner was. The feeling was marvelous.
"OH, GINGER! BABY!" he whined, kissing up and down the full length of her slit. The keen, pungent aroma of her pussy was raging into his nostrils and he was overcome, overcome by a ravenous hunger. He started licking at her tight, hairless slit frenziedly, the way a dog licks a bitch's cunt, whimpering softly, so aroused by the scent of pussy in heat that he began drooling all over himself, all over her.
Ginger just lay there with her legs wide apart and let it happen. She could feel herself swelling, feel the lips of her cunt getting all spongy and puffy, feel the central slit deepening and moistening, not only with his saliva, but with her own viscous juices.
Bret sucked her pussy, rooting about between her labia, wallowing in her tight little slit. And as he did so, he pressed the balls of his thumbs to the soft pink flanges of her labia, gently levering them apart, so that when he licked at her, his hot, thick tongue swept right between them, right down over the mouth of her pussy.
The redhead began to mewl softly as he lapped at the entrance to her vagina, then louder, more shrilly as he slid the tip of his tongue up into her. Her hips began to tick rhythmically, to bump her wet mound into his flushed face.
The feel, the sight of her responding to him with such abandon nearly drove the boy out of his mind. He scooped up her silky buttocks in both hands and started bobbing his head, forcing his tongue to fly in and out of the rapidly stretching channel.
Ginger jerked her knees up and gave it all to him, gasping for breath as his long tongue tickled the back of her womb, as its coursing length rasped over her clitoris.
Sensing her growing excitement, the boy really went to town, not only bobbing his head, but bouncing her on the bed, triple timing his tongue thrusts.
"OH! OHHH-YEEEE!! " Ginger screeched, her back arching up from the bed, her pussy clamping down hard on his tongue.
Bret stopped in mid-thrust, astounded by the sudden change in the lovely girl. She was squirming, writhing under him, kissing, spitting like a cat, her tight pussy milking his tongue madly. He continued to tongue fuck her until after her thrashing stopped. When he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and started licking at the wetly gleaming petals of her labia, he was stunned to see the transformation there as well. No longer was her cunt tight-lipped and prim. The outer lips were all puffy and swollen, the inner ones gaped lewdly, showing the creamy pink lining of her pussy, showing the dark, shadowy hole, softly quivering at the bottom of her slit.
"MAN!" he groaned. "MAN! I'VE GOT TO FUCK YOU. I'VE GOT TO DO IT NOW OR MY COCK'S GOING TO EXPLODE!"
With that, he started stripping out of his clothes as fast as he could, throwing them every which way. Ginger looked up at him through pleasure glazed eyes. She made no move to close her thighs or to shield her sticky cunt from his view. When he unveiled his penis, she let out a tiny moan.
Bret was hung and then some. His cock was long and thick and faintly pink and the massive, bulbous head was a lurid red. The underside of his shaft was laced with fat blue veins and below the thick ruff of his blonde pubic hair, below the stout root of his penis, hung a pair of huge, bloated testicles in a fuzzy pink sac.
"GINGER, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" he moaned, kneeling on the bed between her splayed thighs. As he gripped his cock and bent it down from against his chest, a big drop of white pre-cum slipped from his slot, swaying back and forth before breaking free, before flopping across her knee.
The redhead gasped as she felt the sticky wetness dripping on her leg. She reached down and put her fingers to the warm creamy fluid, then raised her fingers up to her face. She examined the substance up close, rubbing it between her fingertips. Then, to the boy's amazement and delight, she began to lick the stuff away, whimpering as she did so.
"OOOHHH, GINGER!" he exclaimed.
"MORE, BRET!" she crooned, reaching out and up to grip the hugely throbbing neck of his erect cock, to pull it toward her. "PLEASE!"
The teenage boy let the girl pull him forward by his cock, crawling up over her waist, straddling her torso, the backs of his thighs brushing the taut peaks of her nipples.
Ginger, her head reeling from the taste of her boyfriend's semen, pulled his cockhead right up against her mouth and then started licking at it, swirling away the milky beads that oozed from his slot. And she started pumping her fist up and down the shaft, making more of the delicious sperm dribble onto her tongue.
Bret could hardly believe his eyes. Ginger was actually sucking at the head of his cock! She was eating his cum and loving it! He groped back between her legs and pushed a finger up into her wet pussy, fucking it in and out briskly, rubbing it over the hard, hot chick pea of her clitoris.
The waves of pleasure his fingering brought on only made her suck him harder, made her pump him harder. She gobbled down his oozing semen like a starving child, revelling in the taste, the consistency of it.
When Bret felt her pussy stretch so widely around his finger that he could get a second one in beside the first, he pulled back from her sucking lips and tried to get back between her legs.
"UHH!" Ginger whined like a spoiled brat, holding tight to his cock, trying to lap at some more.
"NO, BABY!" Bret moaned. "You can do that some more later. "Now, I've got to fuck your pussy."
Ginger let go of him and opened her eyes, watching as he moved into position.
"I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR CHERRY, BABY," he said, taking hold of her feet and setting her heels on his shoulders, making her tip her pussy up to him.
The redhead whimpered softly as he leaned forward, as her legs slid over his back, her knees locking over his shoulders. He was folding her up like a lawn chair! She could hardly move!
Bret fumbled with the head of his cock, then pushed its blood-filled tip between her soft, buttery labia, jamming it tight against the mouth of her pussy.
Ginger was so hot, so ready for it, that she was the one who made the first move. She ticked her hips upward, grinding her sphincter into his hot, smooth bulb, making it nose into the slight tightness of her virginal cunt.
One feel of that slippery, wrinkly passage and Bret was a goner. He grunted and lunged and his huge penis slid into her soft, quivering pussy like a fist punching through soft, warm butter. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as his cock was sheathed in her narrow channel, as he drove into her to the sparse, wispy red hairs.
Ginger froze under him as the monstrous rod surged into her, forcing the walls of her cunt to stretch wide apart, filling her madly contracting pussy to the limit with raging, lust- hardened flesh. It was like nothing she ever could've imagined. It hurt, but that wasn't the half of it. There was a terrible pressure on her belly as if it was about to split wide open if he didn't back off.
"AAGGGHHH, BRET!!" she bawled. "IT'S TOO BIG! I CAN'T STAND IT!! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!!"
Come hell or high water, Bret was not about to take it out. He started to screw her, moving slowly, carefully, sliding his big penis in and out of her tight cunt.
"UHHHH! OWWWW!!" she wailed, kicking his back with her heels. It felt like he was turning her inside out!
Bret ignored her pleas for mercy and kept right on fucking her. The heat of the friction between his thrusting cock and her tightly clasping pussy worked wonders. It made her cunt stretch like taffy. The stretching action, coupled with the richening flow of her own lubricant, soon made screwing her as easy as pie. His massive penis was sliding in and out of her little pink pussy as easily as a finger thrust into a Vaseline-filled rubber glove. Sensing his victory, Bret began to fuck her harder, faster, snapping his hips, making his testicles rub against her upturned buttocks.
Ginger could feel the wrinkles of her virginal pussy being ironed out by his gigantic cock. For a seeming eternity, what he was doing to her hurt like hell, then, gradually, as the friction heat built up, the pain gave way to a feeling of delicious warmth. After that, she could begin to feel her clitoris, the way it was being rasped and rubbed as his penis slipped in and out. Flickers of ecstasy rushed over her battered, broken mound and her cunt widened further, stretching hotly over his thrusting rod, sheathing it greedily, sputtering trapped air as it plunged deep into her soft, white belly.
"OOOOOH!" she cooed, letting her knees slip over the edge of his shoulders, giving a little upward hunch, experimenting. When there was no pain, she started to move her hips with him, pushing up from the bed to meet his cock halfway. The moist slap of his balls against her buns was something she suddenly looked forward to.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Bret encouraged her. He let her legs fall all the way down and then leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows, rubbing his smooth naked chest against the hard-pointed tips of her breasts.
Ginger whinnied and raised her long legs, wrapping them so tight about his waist that she practically shut off his air. Then she started fucking him in earnest, bouncing on the bed, making the springs creak and squeak rhythmically.
Ruth, who had been listening to the sounds of the love making intently and with growing arousal, took her cue from the unmistakable, joyous creaking of the bed. She opened the bathroom door and slipped into the room with the ecstatically rutting teenagers. They were so caught up in the throes of their own passion that they didn't even notice when she crept up to the foot of the bed.
The tour guide peered over Bret's broad, suntanned shoulder at the lust-twisted face of Ginger. A warm sense of kinship swept over Ruth. Her little lesbian lover was going to experience her first real orgasm very soon.
Then Ruth looked down. She stared in awe at the rear view of the action that she had. She could see Bret's muscular, sinewy buttocks bobbing between Ginger's wide-splayed thighs. She could see the uptight lumps of his testicles, snuggled up like goose eggs to his groin. She could see the massive, pinkly gleaming length of his penis surging in between Ginger's ovalled labia, spearing into her like a vein-marbled lance.
"OOOH, YES!! YES!!!" Ginger wailed, thrashing her head back and forth, swiveling her hips wildly.
The excitement in the air was contagious. Ruth had to do something to appease the hunger stirring within her. She moved in close to Bret's bobbing behind and opened her mouth, extending her long tongue, licking at the semen-bloated orbs of his balls.
At first, Bret couldn't figure out what was happening. It felt like his balls were sliding right up into Ginger's pussy. They were getting bathed in hot, slippery wetness. Then, Ruth got a little carried away, what with the pungent smells, the lewdly stimulating feel of the boy's scrotum against her mouth and tongue, and jammed his entire scrotum in between her lips.
"OOOHHHH!" Bret howled, practically jumping out of his skin as his testicles were engulfed in hot, sucking lips. He jerked his head around, never missing a stroke with that big cock of his and stared in astonishment at the naked woman behind him.
Ruth straightened up and let him look at all of her, parting her thighs so he could see the thick, pink lips of her pussy under the fringe of black hair.
Bret looked, all right. Still fucking Ginger a mile a minute, he eyeballed every luscious inch of the tour guide from breasts to buttocks.
"Don't mind me," she said, leering at his hard-driving ass. She reached forward gingerly and cupped his hard scrotum, squeezing it.
Bret gasped, his eyes bulging. "I DON'T MIND," he choked. "I DON'T MIND AT ALL!"
Her whole body trembling with excitement, Ruth dropped back down behind him. This time she gripped his hips and held on, held her mouth tight to his bobbing balls, and held the tip of her nose right to his madly winking pore. She sucked and slurped at him, revelling in the wrinkly bag under her lips, in the lusty smells of broached pussy that wafted up at her in a steady stream.
It wasn't long before Ginger had her climax. The wildly excited girl arched up from the bed and started clawing at Bret's back and buttocks, yowling at the top of her lungs.
Bret groaned at the awful noise, at the feel of her tight pussy contracting about his penis, every muscle squeezing, rippling inwards to tease the hot semen from his cock. To solve the first problem, he clamped his hand over her mouth and held it there, while she whinnied and thrashed, her hips writhing like she was possessed by demons. There was no solution to the second problem. All he could do was keep on fucking, even though at times, when her pussy was tightly convulsed, he could hardly force his cock into her. The additional friction, plus the excitement of feeling of her cumming under his cock, was more than enough to send Bret over the brink, too.
Ruth felt his balls flex against her lips and then his anus started fluttering and he let out a low, animal moan of pleasure. She knew that he was cumming! Whimpering, she began to lap at his testicles in a frenzy, sweeping her tongue not only over them, but up into his asscrack, up and over his blazing sphincter.
Bret came as never before, shooting gusher after gusher into Ginger's soft belly. Even his hand muffling her mouth couldn't completely silence her ecstatic squeal of delight as she felt the boiling, viscous fluid shoot into her pussy. She locked her legs tight to his waist, digging her fingernails into the savagely bobbing cheeks of his ass and yelled her head off.
Bret felt like yelling, too. The wild, uninhibited woman behind him was licking his ass! Licking it even as he spurted! And the wet and wonderful thrills she was giving him made his climax stretch on and on and on, until he thought he'd go out of his mind.
Finally, the teenagers' ecstasy faded and their mad writhing ceased. Ruth slipped her smooth hands over Bret's back, caressing him with great urgency. She needed some love, too; she needed it bad.
The boy moaned anxiously as he felt the tips of her lush breasts rubbing against his skin. His still-hard penis pulsed powerfully against the walls of Ginger's quivering pussy, making her shudder and wail.
"My turn," Ruth said, mashing her breasts into him, gripping his hips and pulling him up into a kneeling position right on the very edge of the bed.
Bret's cock half-slipped out of Ginger's pussy and as it did, it drew forth a wave of glistening white semen that rushed over her silky buttocks. Instinctively, the boy tried to plunge his cock back into her, but Ruth would have none of that.
"My turn!" she said, insistently. And before the young man could do a thing to prevent her, she groped in under his sweaty buttocks, his slobber-drenched balls and caught hold of the thick root of his penis. She gripped the slippery rod firmly and jerked it from Ginger's pussy.
"OH!" Bret moaned, his eyes bulging in disbelief as the horny woman actually bent his rigid penis down, then back, pulling it out so that the gleaming head and shaft protruded obscenely from between his upturned buttocks.
"BABY, BABY, BABY!" she mumbled, turning her backside to his, carefully moving backward until she brought the wet head of his penis against the wetly parted lips of her vagina. She started moving her bottom at once, squirming back onto the already slick and gooey knob, forcing it to nose into her cunt, then rolling the bloated bulb around incitefully in her hot and sticky pocket.
"OOOHHHH!" Bret cried, burying his face in Ginger's tits.
Ruth rotated her bottom until she was ready to scream, until her own slippery juice drooled from her cunt, drooled down the length of his upside down cock. Then she squirmed back, forcing the immense, domed tip of his cock to push into the mouth of her pussy. She whimpered from the awful pain of the stretching, getting a tiny taste of what Ginger had endured, then his bulb popped into her channel and her pussylips wetly enclosed his flaring rim.
Bret wanted to thrust back into her hot cunt, but didn't dare. He wasn't sure that a too vigorous lunge on his part wouldn't snap his cock in two.
The tour guide rolled her bottom in a wide circle, making the mouth of her pussy swivel around his cockhead, making her clitoris rub lasciviously over his smooth, wet skin, reveling in the waves of delight that lewd pressure gave her.
Bret just knelt there, his bottom raised high in the air, unable to do anything but moan into Ginger's breasts. The girl slowly came out of her post-orgasmic stupor and pushed out from under him, sitting up so that her semen soaked loins were directly under his nose. She peered around his hip at Ruth's upturned cunt, at the way it was smooching down over his obscenely twisted cock and let out a shrill wail. At once, as if responding to some subconscious cue, the redhead dropped to her back on the bed, reached out with both hands and gripped Bret's curly hair, then wrenched his face down into her sticky pussy, grinding her wetly parted slit over his feverish features.
Ruth was oblivious to what was going on at the other end of her dreamboat. She was feeding her pussy cock. She could feel the taut walls being driven aside by the great rubbery head and the head's flaring rim was bumping over her clitoris, sending shock waves of delight coursing through her. She spitted herself mercilessly, thrusting back onto his cock, pausing only when she could feel the thick base ripping her pussy mouth wide apart, when she could feel his heavy scrotum prodding her buttocks.
"OOOOOH!" she moaned, dragging her bottom forward, pulling his knob from the back of her cunt.
The two pairs of buttocks came apart. Between them, a lurid bridge of gleaming, vein- marbled muscle stretched, spanning the gap. Ruth pushed back at once, sheathing her pussy down over his penis, rubbing her buttcheeks against his.
Bret groaned into Ginger's pussy, but made no effort to lick it, even though she was gyrating wildly under him, smearing his own semen over his parted, panting lips.
He wasn't the only one panting, either. Ruth was huffing and puffing, too, as she began to force the big cock in and out of her pussy. Each time she made the cock withdraw, it pulled her moisture-beaded, hair-fringed labia far from her body, making them smooch and pucker obscenely from her crotch. Each time she thrust it home, slippery juice welled up from her overstuffed slit, oozing down over her mound, dripping over her thighs. She worked him hard, jamming his meat in and out faster and faster as she felt her own impending climax rushing down upon her.
Bret gasped into Ginger's labia. Ruth was bumping his balls over and over with her soft buttocks and her orgasmic pussy was squeezing his sturdy penis, milking the pleasure from it. He could no more keep from scooping up the redhead's spermy buttocks in his hands, no more keep from lapping at her sticky slit, than he could keep from pushing back into Ruth's lunges, from sheathing his aching penis in her hot, wet pussy.
Suddenly, Ruth stiffened. An ecstatic tingle in her cock-filled pussy exploded into torrents of joy. She whinnied and began humping back into him wildly, smacking their buttocks together viciously. Then the bottom of the world dropped out from under her feet and she tumbled into the pit, sobbing her ecstasy as her pussy squeezed and mouthed his deep- thrusting cock.
Bret gave up the ghost instantly. Gurgling into Ginger's semen dripping pussy, sucking it in a frenzy, he pushed back hard, forcing his cock into the hairs. Then the mighty rod twitched and jerked, sending spurt after spurt of teeming cum washing over her pussy walls.
The whole room was caught up in the steam heat of the moment. All three of them were squirming, moaning, hunching out their joy as if their lives depended on it. It was almost as if they were trying to out-do each other, out last, out orgasm each other. They thrashed until their bodies were soaked with sweat, until the room reeked of plundered pussy and spent semen. Still they plunged madly on, unable, or unwilling to stop the lewd coupling, the obscene suck and slap of super-heated loins.
Bret was feasting on Ginger's cunt. He had his nose, his cheeks, his mouth buried between her pink petals and his long tongue was darting deep into her belly, his hand guiding the wild humping thrusts of her hips by holding tight to her firm asscheeks. Behind them, Ruth's pussy flexed and squirmed about the boy's still- spurting cock, gobbling it, expelling it, blubbering around it as great quantities of semen oozed forth, smearing over their grinding buttocks.
They probably could've kept up the frenzy for another ten or fifteen minutes and would have most certainly tried had they not had a most unwelcome interruption.
The door to the motel room opened abruptly and Sara stepped inside without even realizing what she was walking into.
"What's all the noise...?" she began to ask. She stopped in mid-sentence, in midstride, her mouth dropping open as she saw the lewdly intertwined trio on the bed, mouth to cunt, cock to pussy and sperm everywhere, over everything.
"Gawd!" Sara shrilled at the top of her lungs. "Oh, my Gawd!!"
The trio on the bed tumbled apart and each of them glared at the blonde intruder.
"My Gawd!" Sara repeated, gawking from one nude body to the next.
Ruth had had enough of Sara. "Let's get her!" she shouted.
Before the blonde could back out the door, they were upon her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"NO, PLEEEEASE! PLEEEEASE DON'T RAPE ME!!" Sara cried as she was dragged unceremoniously to the bed and forced down on her belly on it.
"She wants it," Ginger said, knowingly. "She wants it bad."
"Let's strip her!" Bret said, excitedly. His cock was already beginning to stiffen again, aroused by the prospect of breaking in another virgin.
The three of them literally tore the clothes from Sara's back, holding her face pressed tight to the coverlet to muffle her screams.
When she was naked, they ran their hands over her slim, smooth body, pinching, prodding, probing into its secret recesses and crevices.
"MAN!" Bret gasped. "LOOK AT ALL THAT PUSSY FUR!"
"NICE!" Ruth moaned, running her fingers over the soft, dense blonde hair.
Sara jerked her head to the side and began to blubber, her face beet red, "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE! I DON'T LIKE IT! I DON'T!!"
"She doesn't like it," Ruth said, gesturing for the other two to grip Sara's ankles. On her command, Bret and Ginger ripped her thighs wide apart.
"OWW!" the blonde wailed, trying frantically to close her legs. It was useless.
"Now, we'll see what she likes," Ruth said, fitting her thumbs to the girl's tight buttocks, splaying them wide, then lowering her face, pressing her mouth right up against the dense fur, the soft pink lips of her pussy.
Sara's body flinched violently at the lewd contact and she began to sob brokenly as the tour guide commenced licking and sucking at her slit.
"I think she likes it," Bret said, leering at Sara's blushing face.
"I know she likes it," said Ginger. "Look at the way her ass is starting to move."
It was true. Ruth could feel the girl already beginning to respond. She could feel the tight- lipped pussy start to smooch open, offering access to the hotter, slicker meat within and she could feel the faint squirming of her buttocks against her face as she continued to lap, to suck at her hotly steaming slit.
"Gawd! You're ruining me!!" Sara bawled.
"Huh-uhh, baby," Bret said, with relish, "we haven't even begun, yet."
The warm, wet caresses of Ruth's tongue over the tender, parted folds of her pussy were driving Sara crazy. The more she tried to fight the awful-wonderful feelings of lust and perversity welling up within her, the more uncontrollable those sensations became. And, to make matters worse, she could feel her pussy opening up, yielding to the swirling, moist strokes of tongue. Her own body was betraying her!
"Look at her screw!" Bret moaned, his cock now long and thick and jutting from his sperm-matted loins.
"She likes it, all right," Ginger said. "There's only one thing in the world that she likes more."
"What in the world is that?" the boy asked.
"I'll show you," Ginger said, beaming at him. Without another word, she clambered up on the bed in front of the sobbing, moaning girl and took up the exact same position she had with Bret only moments earlier, her legs splayed apart, her pussy within easy reach of Sara's face.
"UHHH!" Sara gasped as fingers caught hold of her hair, jerking her head up. She peered down into the semen-spattered chasm of Ginger's pink cunt and shuddered. "NO, NOT THAT. NOT THAT!"
"EAT ME, BITCH!" Ginger snarled, jamming the girl's face down hard against her cunt, then proceeding to roll her hips, to rub her hot sexmeat over every inch of her face.
Sara warbled in shame and humiliation and made choking, gagging sounds as the wet, pungently scented cunt rubbed lasciviously against her nose, her cheeks, her mouth, her chin, painting her whole face with its keen and funky juice.
"GO, RUTHIE!!" Ginger cried. "TONGUE HER GOOD!"
Ruth didn't need to be encouraged. She had worked the tip of her tongue into the girl's wet pussy and was sluicing it in and out, stuffing more and more tongue up into the tight passage until her lips were tight to her ovalled labia, until her nose was buried in the girl's pore.
Sara was getting her face rubbed into pussy and face rubbed into her pussy. The double ended assault had a powerful and amazing effect on the girl.
Bret leaned over close and swallowed hard. "Damn, if she isn't!" he exclaimed. "She's eating pussy like it was going out of style!"
It was unbelievable, but true. Even as the slim little blonde sobbed and wailed miserably, she was hungrily lapping at the swollen petals of Ginger's pussy, shooting deep, searching stabs through the mouth of her cunt and into the seething, sperm-choked passage beyond.
"OOH! OOH!!" the redhead howled, letting go of Sara's hair. She no longer had to force the girl to lick her. Sara was doing it all.
Ginger hoisted her knees up, giving the girl access to every crevice, to every fold of her hot pussy.
And as Sara succumbed to the delights of Ginger's tight pussy, her own narrow cunt gave in to the pleasures of Ruth's tongue.
The raven-haired woman had to tightly grip the girl's buttocks as they began to squirm agitatedly, with growing fervor. She dug her fingers into the firm cheeks and bobbed her head, fucking her tongue in and out as fast as she could, sawing its mobile tip over the girl's hard little clitorial shaft.
"MUUHHH!" Sara gasped into Ginger's pussy, her face twisting from side to side, her tongue sweeping madly over the inner folds and ridges as tingling joy burst over her much- licked loins.
"SHE'S STARTING TO CUM!" Bret croaked, sliding his hands over her silky back, working his fingers in under her heaving rib- cage to pluck and squeeze at her firm little breasts, her stiff nipples.
The sadistic pinching at her breasts was the last straw as far as Sara was concerned. She started orgasming at once, her body bouncing forward and back, forward so she could tongue and suck Ginger's sizzling cunt, back so she could grind her climaxing pussy against Ruth's hot face and tongue.
"LOOK AT HER GO!" the boy cried, his fingers circling the neck of his penis and automatically beginning to pump in tune with the girl's frantic writhings.
For Sara, it took a million years for her orgasm to end. Her belly kept rippling, her pussy sucking at the madly churning tongue that was lashing over the walls of her cunt, and the joy just kept on coming.
Ruth prayed that the girl's convulsions would never stop. Each squeeze of her virginal cunt about her flipping tongue was more powerful, more delicious than the last. The black-haired woman wanted to keep on tongue fucking the sweet-tasting little cunt forever.
Ginger was panting, snapping her ass, working herself up to orgasm number three. The flicking tip of Sara's tongue sent her right over the edge and she humped her ecstasy out against the girl's open mouth and swirling tongue.
Bret was so turned on he didn't know what to do. He'd never seen so much hot and willing pussy in all his life. He didn't know where to stick that big, swollen cock of his first.
Ruth had the answer for him. She raised her shining face from between Sara's buttcheeks and said, "FUCK HER NOW, BRET. NOW WHILE SHE'S NICE AND LOOSE."
Sara heard what Ruth said. She jerked her face up from Ginger's wide-spread loins and looked back at the boy in terror. Her bloodshot eyes gazed in awe at the menacing, gleaming length of his rock hard erection.
"NO!" she wailed. "I CAN'T TAKE THAT! IT'S TOO BIG! IT'LL KILL ME!!"
"Kill you with pleasure, you mean," Ginger said.
"Come on, do it, Bret!" Ruth said. "If she tightens up, you won't ever be able to get it in."
Bret stroked his monstrous penis speculatively, looking from one wet pussy to the next. "What the hell," he said. "I might as well."
"NOOOOO!" Sara bawled as she felt Ruth slip back from between her legs, as she felt the bed behind her sink under a much heavier weight.
"Don't be afraid," Ginger said, soothingly. "Once he breaks you in, it will feel marvelous, honest."
"I don't want him to!" the blonde protested.
"She's saving it for marriage," Bret quipped, wedging his knees between her thighs, levering them wide apart, then reaching down and sliding his hands under her waist. He hoisted her up using main strength, forcing her to get into an elbow-knee position in front of him.
Sara trembled under him, obviously shamed at the humiliating position he was making her assume. She was on all-fours like a bitch-in- heat. She tried to jump forward, to get away, but he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her back hard against him.
"YYEEEAAHHH!" she whimpered as she felt the massive, bulging rod of his penis slide between her upturned buttocks. It was searingly hot and horribly thick.
"NICE!" the boy breathed, squirming his loins against the soft, smooth cheek of her ass, making his cock roll in the deep cleft. It was sticking straight up, poking out of the top of her cleavage like a lewd pink tree limb.
Sara shrieked as she felt the broad, hard root of his cock rub incitingly against the mouth of her pussy, as she felt the hard, sperm-swollen sac of his testicles grind against her furry mound.
"Maybe he shouldn't do it," Ruth said, in a moment of clarity.
"What?!" Ginger gasped.
Bret wasn't paying any attention to what the woman was saying. He was drawing back, gripping the stout neck of his cock, bending his penis down to a level with her pink pussy.
"I mean, if she really doesn't want him," Ruth went on, "well, he'll be raping her. I don't think I could live with that. I wouldn't want to be a party to anything like that."
"Don't be silly," Ginger said. "She wants it. Just look at her."
Ruth did that. The blonde girl was pressing her breasts down into the coverlet, tipping her ass up high, but the look on her face was pure horror.
"She doesn't look very enthusiastic to me," Ruth said.
"You just wait and see," Ginger told her. "Give it a minute or two."
Bret put his thumb and index finger to the petals of Sara's pussy, splaying them wide apart, opening up the dewy mouth of her cunt. Then, with the fingers of his other hand, he guided the rigid head of his blood-heated penis forward, making the bright red bulb nose in between the moisture-beaded, hair-rimmed folds.
Sara stiffened under him as she felt the massive face of his cock prodding into her virginal pussy. She shook her head violently. "NOOO! NOOOO, PLEEEEASE!!!" she sobbed.
Ruth eyed the trembling girl with concern. The head of Bret's cock was so big that it dwarfed her entire mound. It looked big enough to split her from her anus to belly button.
"Maybe we should make him stop," she suggested. "He could always fuck us again instead."
But then Bret was lunging, spearing his huge knobby bulb between her wet labia, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he drove forward relentlessly.
Sara buried her face in the coverlet and wailed, her whole bottom lifting up in the air from the power of the boy's thrust. Her bottom lifted, but his penis did not enter her.
"He's too big," Ruth said, her concern growing by the second. "He could really hurt her bad."
Bret reared back and lunged again, his face darkening from the strain as he fought to break Sara's virginal pussy wide open.
Again, Sara squealed, again, she was knocked up in the air, but the huge rod remained on the outside of her body.
"DO IT HARDER!" Ginger cried.
"No, I don't think that... " Ruth began.
Bret surged forward again, this time with every ounce of his strength. The head of his penis bored into her tightly clenched aperture with such force that it broke the tiny muscle ring's power.
Sara bleated shrilly, arching her head up, wincing, as the broad head of his cock popped up into her cunt, followed by a good two inches of hard-throbbing shaft.
"HE DID IT! HE DID IT!!" the redhead shouted in delight, actually clapping her hands together in glee.
"She's so tight it feels like her cunt's skinning my cock!" Bret hissed through clenched teeth, his face a dark, dangerous purple.
Ruth glanced from Bret to Sara. The blonde girl's eyes were bulging out of their sockets and her mouth lolled open. Her hands clawed pathetically at the coverlet, as if trying to pull herself forward, to pull the monstrous erection from her pussy.
"TAKE IT OUT!" Ruth said. "I MEAN IT, BRET!"
Ginger moved between the boy and the tour guide. "You can't do that!" the redhead said defiantly.
"She doesn't want him to do it to her!" Ruth protested. "He's got to stop. We've got to make him stop!!"
Ginger smirked at her. "She doesn't like it, huh?" she said. "It's killing her, huh?"
"Just look at her!" Ruth said. "Can't you see?!"
Ginger didn't answer. She quickly moved over closer to the lewdly joined couple and took hold of the bottom half of Bret's penis. She pulled back on it, dragging it out of Sara's pussy until the thick rim was visible just outside her widely splayed pussylips.
"DON'T MOVE!" she warned Bret. "DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!"
Ruth stared at the thick length of the boy's penis. The first third of it was drenched with shining juice; the remainder was bone dry. She really didn't know what Ginger was trying to prove and it made her angry to think that the two teenagers were playing with the blonde girl's body like it was a toy.
Then, Ginger moved back over beside Ruth, a smug smile on her face.
"Now what?" Ruth asked, impatiently.
"Watch," the redhead said. "Just watch. It won't take long, not if I know Sara."
The blonde girl held her face buried in the bedspread and had clutched up big wads of it to pull around her eyes. Though the intense pressure was no longer pushing out in all directions in her belly, her thighs still quivered something terrible.
"Nothing's happening," Ruth protested.
"It will, it will," Ginger assured her.
Sara slowly lifted her face from the bed. No longer was it contorted by agony and shame. It was absolutely radiant. She raised her head up and up, arching her neck back, tipping her face to the ceiling.
"I don't under... " Ruth began.
Then, Sara thrust herself backwards, hopping back with no concern for her own safety, driving the wet knob of Bret's cock even deeper into her pussy than before. As the hurtful erection skewered her, she let out a shrill cry of delight.
Ruth could only gawk as the blonde went totally wild under the boy, hunching forward and back, working the big penis in and out of her tight pussy, making it nose deeper and deeper on each successive thrust until she held every straining inch of him buried in her soft, tender belly.
The transformation from unwilling to willing had been so abrupt that it staggered Ruth. Even as she watched the lithe little blonde hump and fuck, sluicing the long rod in and out, in and out of her pearly pink cunt, the dainty petals clinging wetly to the sides of his friction-reddened shaft, smooching in and out with the lunges like the lips of a chimp about a greasy red banana.
"But how? Why?" Ruth asked the leering Ginger.
"Why not?" Ginger said.
Ruth shook her head, listening to the unbroken rasp of the young couple's breathing, the moist, squishy sound of cock filling and emptying a very wet, very hot cunt, watching the unbridled lust flicker over Sara's blushing face. It was something that she couldn't comprehend, but something she had to comprehend.
"Why? How?" she asked Ginger again.
The redhead frowned, then said, "I thought you were supposed to be the adult? You're supposed to understand all the kind of stuff."
"I don't, thought," she admitted. Ginger was making her feel very old and very square. "I don't understand it at all and I want to. What made Sara change like that? One minute she was terrified and now she's going wild."
Ginger grinned as the blonde girl let out a piercing shriek and hurled herself back onto Bret's penis. The boy jerked his eyes to the redhead's, his expression pleading, begging. Ginger nodded to him, smiling fiercely.
At the signal, Bret started fucking the living daylights out of Sara who had already started to cum. He worked his thick penis and out of her pussy so fast that it turned into a diving red blur between her blubbering pussylips.
"YEEEEEE!!!" the blonde cried, every ounce of flesh on her body jiggling, thighs, belly, breasts, buttocks, as the boy rammed hard against her upturned bottom, sheathing his pulsing staff over and over, like a machine, a fucking machine gone berserk.
Bret let out a short grunt and his eyes rolled up in their sockets. Then, his gleaming, pistoning cock shot boiling seed up into Sara's quaking belly.
She screamed at the first volley, screamed at the second, but before the third could follow, she jumped forward, unsheathing his cock from her still-cumming cunt. Whimpering like a kicked pup, she whirled about on the bed and crawled in under his chest, thrusting her face towards his spurting penis, catching a hot spray across the cheek before she caught the slippery head between her lips.
Ruth watched spellbound as the formerly uptight girl gripped the wet shaft of his orgasming cock and began fast-pumping it, making him squirt and squirt into her throat, watching her adam's apple bob madly as she gulped down every teeming, creamy drop.
Bret, for his part, just hunkered there like some kind of stud bull, letting her drink him dry.
When she was finally done, she slumped face down on the bed, then rolled to her side, facing the girls. All around her lovely lips there was a ring of sticky white cum.
"I just don't believe it," Ruth said. "She's like a different person."
Ginger rolled up her eyes in exasperation. "No, Ruthie," she said, impatiently. "Not because of that. That was a result, not a cause. Think about it."
When the tour guide still looked perplexed, the redhead took a deep breath and said, "All right, I'll spell it out for you. You always wanted to screw around with young guys, but you were too scared to really indulge yourself. It was only after I caught you playing with yourself that you decided you had nothing to lose and started doing things right. All you needed was a push in the right direction. It didn't matter one bit whether or not your job was really threatened. You just had to think it was before you'd act the way your heart told you."
Ruth glanced over at Sara.
"Sara was the same way," Ginger said. "She just needed to think that she had no choice, then she could let herself enjoy. Me, I got my push from you, remember?"
"I guess you're right," Ruth said, nodding.
"Of course, I'm right," the girl said. Then she leaned forward and scooped up Ruth's right breast, lifting the heavy globe to her lips, popping the soft nipple into her mouth. She worked her tongue round and round the peak, making it stiffen and crinkle up into a long, pink stub.
Ruth moaned as the girl bit her nipple, as the tickles of pleasure surged down beneath her legs.
"Now, that you understand everything," Ginger said, beaming at her, "are you going to lick my pussy this minute... or am I going to have to scream?"
"Don't scream," Ruth said, gently pushing the girl down on the bed.
