And Three Were Foolish (rape, inc, pedo)
And Three Were Foolish
by The Englishman
Lucy lay outstretched on her stomach, in the long dry grass. She was sprawled
close enough to Trish that the scent of the grass, still warm from the heat of
the day, mingled with Trish's perfume and made her feel sensuously lethargic.
She had pulled her short skirt up her bare thighs as far as her brief panties,
as much to cool her legs as to tan them. She was almost asleep but her
shapely limbs twitched each time an inquisitive insect paused to investigate
the heat of her smooth skin.
The late September sun was still hot as it glanced low across the level grass.
It was that quiet, still interlude in the afternoon when the faint buzz of
awakening insects made the sultry silence more tangible. Lucy's leg twitched
again and she wondered idly whether it was worth the effort to cover herself
and frustrate the insects or to suffer the minor annoyance so that she could
glean the last half an hour of sun.
Allie lit a cigarette and the click of her lighter made Lucy open her eyes.
She squinted past Allie and through the long grass to where, on the opposite
side of the playing field, the distant low silhouette of the school shimmered
against the clear sky. Goal posts like gaunt white skeletons threw long
shadows that stalked across the flat green sward to the neglected edges where
the mower couldn't reach. Between the nettles, that straggled up the wire
link fence, and the short grass of the playing field was the wide strip of
long grass that concealed the three girls. It was cool and dry and, except
for one day a week when the boys from the neighbouring school played football,
it was private. The girls had adopted the secret hidden strip in the spring
and it had been their place all summer.
Allie appeared to be untroubled by the insects or the heat. Apart from an
extravagant floppy hat, which she said was a fashion statement, she was still
wearing her school uniform - though it was unlikely that their Headmaster
would have approved of the way that she was wearing it. She'd taken off the
school tie and unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra lay in the grass next to her.
One cup held her rolled up tie and the other contained a packet of cigarettes
and a lighter. She sat in the lotus position with her legs crossed and her
skirt pulled up to the top of her thighs.
Trish was also bare legged but, as usual, she was one step ahead of her
companions. Her discarded jeans lay in a crumpled heap where she'd dropped
them on top of her T-shirt.
Lucy secretly wished that she had Trish or Allie's nerve but, even though she
enjoyed the sun on her skin, she lacked the self confidence to go as far as
her friends. She was relieved that she'd worn a skirt and could expose her
legs without having to explain why she wouldn't strip off. Her modesty didn't
stop her from fantasising and, in her mind, she'd been laying naked in the
grass with her imaginary lover. She'd discovered a small uneven lump in the
hard earth and when she pushed herself against it, the pressure on her pubic
mound, made her bite her lip so that she wouldn't groan out loud.
The click of Allie's lighter had roused her from her day dream and she
abandoned her fantasy with a sigh of frustration and rolled onto her back.
She kicked out her bare foot at a curious butterfly and missed. Her slim leg
settled lazily back into the grass. She stared at Allie through half closed
eyes and wondered if smoking was as good as Allie made it look.
Lucy squinted up at Trish. "You'll never get your clothes back on in time if
anyone comes."
Trish shrugged, she appeared relaxed and unconcerned in her underwear."So
what? They wouldn't see any more than they would on the beach. Not like
Allie sitting there with her boobs hanging out. What's the point of getting a
tan there anyway Allie? No-one's going to see it."
Allie had removed her bra more out of audacity than comfort. At twelve, going
on thirteen years old, she was the youngest and still felt that she had to
prove herself, especially to Trish. Allie recognised Trish as the boldest of
the trio and, unlike herself, she had nothing to prove. She blew a stream of
blue smoke into the air and grinned mischievously.
"How do you know that no-one will see it? Anyway, I can do my blouse up
before you've finished struggling back into your jeans."
"Trish has got less to lose than you if you're caught," said Lucy," she's
leaving tomorrow."
Allie pulled a face and stubbed out her cigarette.
"Lucky cow, second day of term and she's leaving. I'm stuck here for another
three years yet."
Trish sighed with exasperation. They'd been through this a dozen times and
her friends still couldn't see that, of the three of them, she had the least
reason to celebrate.
"You can't honestly think that it's OK for me. I've still got to get a job
and it's not that easy. I'm not leaving school from choice you know."
"Hasn't your dad found a job yet?"
"Not yet - he's still looking though but it's been three months now and things
are getting tight. Mum works but she hardly earns enough to feed the dog."
She lapsed into silence as she thought about the run of bad luck that had
haunted her family for months. Her father had lost his job three months ago,
just two days before her fifteenth birthday. His small redundancy payment
hadn't lasted long and the family was struggling to survive. The only bright
spot had been that they'd managed to buy her the puppy that she'd wanted for
her birthday but even that one happy event had turned sour on her.
It was almost as if her birthday present had brought bad luck with it. The
day after its arrival the puppy had decided to explore a small hole in the
garden fence and it had disappeared for nearly a week. The puppy had been
returned but remembering the circumstances of its recovery tormented Trish and
made her wish that the dog had gone for ever. Since then she'd blamed the
poor little creature for everything that went wrong but mostly she blamed it
for what happened on that one day. She shuddered and tried to shut the memory
from her mind.
Allie's dark eyes peered at Trish through a fringe of black hair and a cloud
of blue smoke. She sounded uncharacteristically concerned. "Are you cold
Trish? You're shivering like a jelly."
Trish closed a mental door and blotted the nightmare from her thoughts.
She laughed unconvincingly and hugged her knees.
"No I'm OK Must be someone walking over my grave."
Allie grinned, "Maybe it's the thought of working for a living."
"Could be, I must admit it scares me a bit, like I've suddenly grown old. You
know responsibilities and stuff."
Lucy shrugged, "Yeah, I know but you're taking it a bit seriously. At least
you'll be out of school. You'll be free."
"Free to starve unless I earn some money soon. We may have to sell the house
and move further out of town if we don't catch up with the mortgage.
I never thought I'd actually want to go to school but believe me I'd rather be
here with you and Allie. I'm going to miss our meetings."
Allie chewed silently on a grass stem. Her two friends were two years older
and she didn't feel as if she qualified to join in a discussion about leaving
school. Admittedly, she was only days from her thirteenth birthday but Lucy
would be fifteen in two weeks and Trish was months older than that.
Exams and leaving school were so far in the future that they might as well
have been another planet. She listened, as always, hoping that the older
girls might let slip a clue to some of the mysteries of their extra years of
experience. So far she'd decided that she probably knew more than they did.
She was acutely conscious of being the youngest and smallest of the three.
She was petite and pretty and short-sighted to the point of blindness without
her glasses. No amount of argument with her friends had convinced her that
she was attractive with or without glasses. A glossy mass of shoulder length
black hair framed her cheeky almost elfin features. She was at least as slim
as her friends but swore that she looked dumpy because she was less than five
feet. Her lack of height added to her delicate elfin appearance.
She compensated for her spectacles, she called them her handicap, with a quick
wit and a sharp tongue. Her waspish sense of humour didn't seem to discourage
the boys from the neighbouring school from showing a keen interest in her and
her friends had lost count of the number of boys that she'd been out with.
She explained the apparent imbalance simply.
"There's no shortage of ugly guys and anyone can pull the ugly ones. The
advantage I've got is that if I take my glasses off, they don't look too bad."
"Don't they have to take their glasses off too?" said Trish.
The three girls laughed - a rare thing lately, since Trish had withdrawn into
a sombre mood that the other two had been unable to fathom. Even now their
laughter had an edge of relief that, for a few moments at least, she had
managed to shed her dark mood.
The girls had never tried to work out what strange chemistry had bound them in
friendship for the last three years. They had taken their tight relationship
for granted from the first day, even though it would have been difficult to
find three girls who were less alike in looks and personality. To anyone who
knew the three youngsters, there couldn't have been a less likely trio.
Trish was the undisputed leader of the group, full of confidence and
sophistication that the other two envied and respected. She'd started her
periods a full year before Lucy, and Allie could count the number of periods
that she'd had on the fingers of one hand. Trish had been the first to wear
make-up and the first to abandon it again. A strident feminist, she refused
to bow to, what she called, the female stereotype.
She'd been the first to start dating boys and, until recently, the other two
had consulted her as their expert on sexual matters. At five feet four
inches, she was only an inch taller than Lucy, but her slim, almost boyish
figure, lent an illusion of extra height. The tight jeans and T-shirts, that
she usually wore, emphasised her slenderness. Her short dark hair accentuated
her perfect skin, high sculpted cheekbones and the graceful line of her
slender neck.
She was modestly unconcerned about her looks, in the way that truly beautiful
girls could afford to be.
Her two friends had thought she was joking when she suddenly announced that
she hated men and was off them for life. That was three months ago and she
showed no signs of changing her mind yet. Lucy and Allie put her through an
elaborate cross examination about her abrupt dislike of the opposite sex, but
Trish just smiled and changed the subject.
Lucy couldn't admit to her friends that she'd never been out with a boy on a
real date. The other two had noticed of course that Lucy never spoke about
boys that she'd been out with. They had hinted subtly that a lot of boys were
intimidated by very attractive girls - afraid that they wouldn't stand a
chance.
Her friends' endeavours to make her feel better weren't as subtle as they
thought and, though Lucy appreciated their efforts, she was reluctant to admit
the truth to them. She wasn't short of offers, but her step-father's
insistence that she was too young to be dating and should concentrate on her
school work made sure that any opportunities were abortive.
The fact that his own demonstrations of affection were often more that
paternal, made her doubt that it was her interests that he was thinking of.
Far from concentrating her mind on studies, her step-father's restrictive
attitude was turning Lucy's normal teenage curiosity about the opposite sex
into an obsessive desire to find out more. Most of her ideas were gleaned
from her friends. She filled in the gaps with the help of magazines and an
active imagination.
The idea of physical sex fascinated and frightened her equally. Her biggest
source of frustration was that Trish, who had the freedom to go out with boys,
was showing such a sudden dislike of them. Doubly frustrating was the fact
that Allie was now her only source of first hand information.
Allie confessed to being boy crazy though she rarely dated the same boy twice.
Like Lucy, she couldn't understand anyone being less than enthusiastic about
the opposite sex. Lucy was as curious about Allie's reluctance to go out with
the same boy more than once as she was about Trish's apparent hatred of men.
"I don't understand you two. Trish won't go out with boys at all and you go
out with all of them.... once."
"So we're different," said Trish, "I'm just not interested in men."
"And I don't want to get involved," said Allie," two dates and they think they
own you. Or at least the bits of you that they want."
Trish laughed bitterly, "No prizes for guessing which bits they are."
She had once admitted, in a brief and rare moment of seriousness, that she
hated the way that men looked at her.
"It's not as if I did anything clever to look like this. It's just what I
inherited."
She was incapable of staying serious for long and, with the dazzling grin that
reduced men to boys and boys to stammering idiots, she'd added, "But if I had
tits like Lucy's, there'd be no stopping me."
Lucy privately thought that, whatever tits she had, if Trish had been blessed
with a step-father like hers it would have stopped her dead Out loud, to her
friends she protested.
"Thirty-three inches hardly counts as big tits, especially if your back's as
broad as mine."
Her objections made no difference. Trish teasingly called her Barbie doll but
she meant it as a compliment. Lucy's figure was still developing and her bust
was small but her slight waif-like figure made it appear larger. She had long
slim legs and her natural honey blond hair that fell to her slender shoulders
in cascading waves, framed a pretty face and a shy smile. Most people noticed
her natural beauty first and then forgot it immediately when they saw her
eyes. They were wide and innocent and devastatingly green.
"Like deep pools," said Trish in an exaggerated theatrical tone, "men drown
themselves in eyes like that."
"I wish my bloody step-father would ... Drown I mean."
"Whore's eyes," said Allie, who envied anyone who didn't need glasses, "you
could make a fortune with those eyes."
"I think men want a bit more for their money than that," laughed Lucy.
"Unless they're cock-eyed of course," said Allie.
The three girls collapsed in a fit of giggles. Cock was the buzz word this
term and it was always good for a giggle. Allie was acknowledged as champion
of managing to incorporate the word into more situations than anyone else.
She was the group's clown and she thrived on her friends' laughter. Laughter
levelled the age difference and, in that respect, she considered herself their
equal.
"What're you doing about a job then?" asked Lucy.
"No luck so far but I've got more interviews next week. I'll just keep my
fingers crossed that something comes up."
"If anything comes up, you should cross your legs not your fingers," Allie
giggled.
"I'm getting to the point where I might even try that if I thought it would
get me a job."
Lucy looked shocked. Her lack of practical experience with boys tended to
make her more romantic and prudish than her friends. "Are you serious? You'd
let a man do it to you for a job?"
"Why not? It's better than letting them do it for nothing."
"I thought you'd gone off men."
"I have but I'm not stupid. I need a job and money and I could be flexible if
that's what it takes and I get desperate."
"I can't understand anyone going off men," said Allie.
"It's probably because she's a tomboy," said Lucy. Then, with a mischievous
grin, she added the ultimate insult.
"I expect she'll grow out of it - It's probably just a phase she's going
through."
Allie added to Trish's injury with an innocent look that might have hidden a
smile. "You can't be a tom-boy at our age, it's just a polite word for
lesbian."
"I'm definitely not a lesbian," said Trish. She stared pointedly at Allie.
"But even if I was, it's better than being a bloody nymphomaniac like some
people I could mention."
"How can she be a nymphomaniac when she only goes out with them once?" said
Lucy with exaggerated sarcasm.
"I can't be one anyway because I've never done it. Nymphos can't get enough
sex and I haven't had any yet."
Lucy grinned, "Well, in that case, you haven't had enough."
Trish gave her friend a sober glance.
"Don't be so sure about that Luce. Once is more than enough. If I never do
it again, I won't be sorry."
Lucy's mouth dropped open in surprise and she sat up rapidly.
"Do you mean that you've done it?"
Trish raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Do you mean that you haven't?"
Lucy blushed and ignored the question. "I still envy you, no more school
ever."
"Well there's one thing to be said for it," said Trish, "no more Nobby Clarke
and his bloody detentions."
Lucy stared at her friend in astonishment. "You must be the only girl in the
sixth who isn't in love with him."
"In love with him? You must be joking. He gave me more detentions this term
than I can count."
"And I can think of a dozen girls who'd have given their virginity to swap
places with you."
"Yeah? Well, they'd probably have had to. They obviously don't know him very
well," said Trish mysteriously.
Lucy fell silent. She was still trying to absorb Trish's veiled confession
that she wasn't a virgin.
Allie looked suddenly interested. "Why d'you call him Nobby? Is it because
he's..."
"No it isn't, you dirty little cow," said Lucy. "It's just what people named
Clarke get called - like Chalky White."
"Obviously, you don't know him very well either," said Trish.
"I'd still rather be in detention with Nobby Clarke than at home with my
step-father."
"Roll on next year and the sixth form," said Allie wistfully, "I want to see
what's so special about this Nobby Clarke."
"I'll be very happy never to see him again," said Trish darkly.
"I agree about roll on next year," said Lucy, "I can't wait till I can leave
school and leave home."
"You don't know when you're well off - job hunting's no joke."
"Maybe, but nothing can be worse than my step-father watching me all the time
and feeling my bum every time I pass him."
Allie wiggled her bottom suggestively and gave a dirty laugh.
"How awful! Can I come and stay the weekend Lucy?"
Lucy pulled a face of revulsion as she stood and brushed the grass from her
legs.
"I've got to go. It'll be the third degree if I'm late home, and I don't need
any hassle from the dreaded step-father." She paused and added casually,
"Besides I've got a date tonight - will you cover for me Trish? I don't want
my step-father to know." Trish shook the grass from her jeans and pulled them
on.
"No problem - I'm in all evening. If anyone asks, you're with me studying.
Who's the lucky guy then?"
"Gary Harris, d'you know him?"
Allie squealed with laughter. "Not Ollie 'arris. Everyone knows him."
"What's so funny?" asked Lucy, "he seems all right. Why d'you call him
Ollie?
"All the girls in the fifth call him that. You know, Ollie the Octopus. He's
all hands and arms. All over you."
"Yeah well he's no different to the rest then. All men are shits," said
Trish.
"Is this a wind up? How come you two know so much about Gary?"
Allie shrugged carelessly as if it was unimportant."
He's always hanging about the school gates with his mates - you must have seen
him. I went out with him months ago. I didn't mention it because it wasn't
something to boast about. He's been through the fifth form like a combine
harvester."
She didn't mention that Gary was the only boy she'd been out with more than
once and the only reason that she had never boasted about him was that he was
also the only boy who had ever dumped her. Since a few seconds ago, he now
had the distinction of being the only boy who had ever made her feel jealous.
The mention of his name had stirred feelings in her that she'd thought were
dead.
Trish tugged her belt tight and nodded in agreement.
"I could have warned you if I'd known that he'd asked you out, Allie. I fell
for his feeble line last year but I didn't stick the evening out. I dumped
him when I found out what he was like and went home early. What a wanker!"
"Oh well thanks a lot. I'm really looking forward to tonight now."
"He's older now so maybe he's grown up a bit. He might be different with you.
He always seems to have plenty of money and he doesn't mind spending it," said
Trish.
Allie tried to hide her jealousy behind a facade of worldliness. She
suspected that Lucy was going to need all the advice she could get. Gary
would eat her innocent friend for breakfast.
She tried to sound casual with her advice, "He may not mind spending his money
but he expects a return on his investment Luce - just watch his hands and
you'll be okay. Oh, and don't accept any cigarettes from him."
"I don't smoke."
"Neither does he - not tobacco anyway."
"Great! This will be an evening to remember."
"You'd better remember," said Trish, "I want to hear all about it. All the
gory details. Tell you what, give me a ring next week. I'll tell you how I
got on with the job thing and you can tell me how you got on with the Ollie
thing."
"What about me? Don't leave me out," said Allie, "Why don't we meet next week
and swap scandal?"
"Where? Lucy's place?
"You must be joking, with my step-father around? It's bad enough when he
feels me up - I'd die if he tried it on with one of you. It'll have to be
your place Trish. At least Allie's virtue will stay intact if I keep her away
from him."
Allie grinned and said, "Damn!"
Trish smiled innocently and said, "What virtue?"
The sound of their giggling drifted across the field as they made their way
home.
The front door was locked which meant the house was empty. Trish shivered
with remembered fear and debated whether to walk round to Lucy's house and
stay for an hour. She dismissed the idea immediately. Lucy was supposed to
be with her this evening. If she gave in to her illogical fears then Lucy's
alibi would be useless.
She told herself to stop acting like a child. So the house was empty - it
didn't mean anything. There was no danger in a house, only the people in it.
Anyway, the dog would need feeding.
She found the mortise key and unlocked the door. The mortise lock had been a
battle. Her father hadn't seen the point of extra security when they had less
to steal now than they'd ever had. She'd persisted and her father had paid
money, that they could ill afford, to have the lock fitted. She turned the
latch key and opened the door warily. There couldn't possibly be anyone
inside but her spine crawled with irrational fear anyway. Trish let herself
in and tried to ignore the puppy's whining as she locked the door from the
inside. The pup followed her through to the kitchen but she couldn't bring
herself to make a fuss of it. She'd feed it but that was all. She knew that
it wasn't fair. It wasn't the dog's fault. It was just that everything had
started to go wrong when the puppy arrived and then when it ran away....
She tried to dismiss the memory but it wouldn't go away. It was part of her
for ever now and she could never go back to what she was before. She fed the
pup and went upstairs to her room - not her room - not any more. She'd
redecorated it - badly, but that didn't matter. What was important was to
wipe the old room away. To erase the things that brought back the memories.
The stuffed toys were gone. The pink wallpaper hurriedly stripped and the
patchy bare walls painted blue. None of it made a difference. The memories
were in her, not in the room. She threw herself onto the bed and the nagging
images filled her mind as they always did when she was alone.
She'd had the house to herself, her parents had gone for the day and she was
free to do as she liked. No point in phoning Lucy or Allie, they'd have tried
to persuade her to go to school and she had better things to do with a whole
day to herself. The doorbell rang and...
Trish opened the door and saw her puppy before she noticed the stranger who
was holding it. Though her attention was on the puppy, she still noticed that
the stranger was good looking, or he would have been if he smiled instead of
scowling. He didn't look much older than her. She guessed about twenty or
so. She half noticed his pale grey eyes and his blond hair, which he wore
long. She was forced to look up as he was an inch or two over six feet tall
and, if his brawny arms were anything to go by, his broad frame was largely
muscle.
He snatched the puppy away as she reached eagerly for it and his scowl
deepened.
"Not so fast missy, the advert said there's a reward."
Her smile faded. "I'm sorry, there is a reward but I haven't got any money on
me."
"You'd better get your dad. You can't go offering rewards and not pay."
"My parents are out for the day but if you leave the puppy and come back this
evening they'll pay you then."
The stranger scarcely heard the teenager's voice as he looked into her face
and noticed the dark blue eyes that flashed defiance at him. The child like
innocence of her voice matched her clear smooth complexion but her face was
more than just pretty - it held the promise of a beautiful woman.
He estimated from her still ripening figure that she was no more than fifteen
but as his gaze wandered from her soft inviting lips to her slim body he felt
himself stiffen and his stomach lurched. The loose T-shirt, which barely
reached the waist of her tight jeans, was thin enough to show that she did not
need a bra. The faint outline of her nipples accentuated her small firm
breasts.
Then the youngster's words registered, her parents were out for the day and
she was alone and vulnerable. He tore his gaze from the faint outline at the
junction of her slim thighs and forced an apologetic smile as he lowered his
voice.
"I can't get back later. Maybe if you looked you might find some money even
if you can't manage all of it."
His tone was softly persuasive and Trish's anger dissolved when he smiled.
She'd been right, he was good looking when he stopped scowling. Relieved that
he was prepared to be reasonable, Trish released her tension with a sigh. Her
youthful bosom heaved and she was suddenly aware of his eyes feasting on the
provocative movement of her barely concealed nipples. Suddenly she saw his
smile as a leer. Her lips tightened with distaste and she spoke coldly.
"I'm sure that I could find some money if you'll wait a moment." She turned
and walked back along the passage. The stranger hesitated briefly but the
gentle inviting sway of her small firm backside under the taut denim jeans and
the urgent pulsing of his rapidly hardening penis decided him. He slipped
through the open door and closed it gently. Trish heard the soft click of the
catch and turned back in alarm. She struggled to control the tremor in her
voice as she realised too late the dangerous situation she was in.
"Please wait outside, I won't be long."
He ignored the request as if he hadn't heard her. He smiled and stroked the
puppy as he walked slowly towards her....
Trish was late. She'd already managed to delay their meeting for weeks with
excuses about working late and now that they'd actually managed to confirm a
day, she was late. Lucy stared uncomfortably at the clock on the mantelpiece.
They'd arranged to meet at seven and the clock indicated that it was half past
now.
The clock was of a style that was probably fashionable in the forties. Wooden
cased and round faced, it looked strangely menacing, crouched squatly as if
ready to pounce. It ticked loudly, emphasising the embarrassing silence in
the room.
Allie glanced at Lucy and wondered if their idea was still as good as it had
sounded when they made the pact over a month ago. Her life had changed
dramatically in the last few weeks and she was afraid that, without the
regular contact that they were used to, the three of them might have lost the
closeness that they had shared for years. Lucy looked different somehow and
the few words that she had spoken hadn't sounded like the Lucy that she knew.
"I'm sure she won't be much longer now," said Mrs Roundtree, for the fifth
time in nearly as many minutes. She smiled benignly at the two girls.
"Are you sure you don't want another cup of tea?"
Both girls shook their heads and mumbled a refusal. They had sat with Trish's
parents in embarrassed near silence for more than half an hour now and their
capacity for tea was exhausted. The conversation had petered out after the
first five minutes of polite questioning. Trish's father sat silently with
the remote control for the television in his hand. He'd nodded hello to them
when they'd arrived but they hadn't heard him say a single word yet.
Trish's mother allowed the silence to build for another minute or two and then
repeated the last of her three stock phrases.
"I can't imagine where she's got to."
Allie and Lucy smiled tolerantly at her. Neither of them felt comfortable
talking to the other in front of Trish's parents and they had little to say to
the older couple.
"Perhaps she had to work late," ventured Lucy.
"She always works late," muttered Mr Roundtree - the first words he'd uttered
since they arrived.
"She's got an important job dear - she's bound to have to stay late
sometimes," replied his wife soothingly.
She turned to the girls. "They think very highly of her you know. She's done
very well for herself."
"It sounds as if she's landed on her feet," said Allie, relieved that the
embarrassing silence had been broken.
Lucy shot her a warning glance and Allie lapsed back into silence. Trish
wouldn't be very happy if her mother robbed her of the chance to tell what
she'd been doing for the last month.
Allie was pleased that Lucy remembered the pact and still considered it
important enough to remind her of it. She smiled a combination of apology and
thanks to her friend and was rewarded with a familiar grin.
It was still there - the unspoken contact and understanding that the three of
them had always shared together. Maybe the evening wouldn't be the
uncomfortable experience that she'd feared - if Trish bothered to show up.
Lucy seemed to be able to read her thoughts.
"Do you think she's forgotten?"
"Oh no dear," said Mrs Roundtree, "she won't have forgotten - she's been
talking about you two coming all week."
"When she's here - and that's not often lately," her husband interrupted.
"Treats it like a bloody hotel she does."
Allie flashed Lucy a grin and rolled her eyes. Lucy nodded agreement. The
silence was definitely preferable to Mr Roundtree's idea of conversation.
They heard the scrape of a key in the door and they were both on their feet
before the door banged shut.
Both girls stared at her in astonished silence. Their greetings hung unsaid
on their lips. Trish looked from one to the other in bewilderment.
"What's the matter? I know I'm late but it's only half an hour."
"It's not that," said Lucy
"No, it's - well you look... different."
Trish laughed, "Well of course I look different - I can hardly wear jeans and
T-shirts to the office can I?"
"And make-up," said Allie, feeling somehow that Trish had betrayed her. "You
look good. It suits you," smiled Lucy.
Allie realised that she was being unreasonable in expecting Trish to maintain
their school girl principles now that she was working. She smiled and nodded
agreement.
"I didn't mean it as a criticism - I was just surprised."
Trish's father sighed loudly and thumbed the remote control to turn up the
volume of the television.
Trish pulled a face at her father and grinned at her friends.
"Lets go up to my room - we can talk without disturbing anyone."
Her mother gestured at her and said in an exaggerated whisper, "Your dinner's
in the oven dear."
"I've eaten already mum - I had to eat with a client, that's why I'm late."
"Bloody hotel," grumbled her father , "waste of good food."
Trish was tempted to remind him who paid for the food and to tell him just
what she had to do to earn the money but he was depressed enough about his
unemployed status without her adding to his misery.
She laughed good naturedly, "It won't be wasted. Give it to the dog - he
never stops eating. Come on you two, let's go."
Trish led the way to her room and her friends followed eagerly. The
atmosphere in the living room was depressing and they'd both wondered if it
would cast a cloud over their meeting. They needn't have worried - Trish was
determined that nothing would spoil this evening. They'd all waited a long
time and she could see, from the expectant looks on her friends faces, that
she wasn't only one who had a story to tell.
Trish's room was sparsely furnished and badly decorated. Where blue emulsion
paint had been hurriedly applied over the wallpaper there were streaks of the
original pink pattern showing through. On one wall was a colour photograph of
the three of them together. They each had a copy of the same picture, taken
on a day trip to Calais with the school, but Lucy was surprised that it was
the only picture on show.
The trip to France had been three years ago but it was evident from the
photograph that, even then, at the birth of their friendship, there had been
something special between the three girls.
Trish produced a bottle of Chianti from a carrier bag. It was a cheap wine
and it had a screw top. She twisted it open and passed it to Allie.
"I need five minutes to have a shower and change but my dinner was mostly
liquid so you'll need a couple of drinks each to catch up with me."
She grinned apologetically, "No glasses I'm afraid - unless one of you wants
to go down to the kitchen and get some."
They both shook their heads emphatically and laughed. Allie took a long drink
from the bottle and passed it to Lucy. Trish pushed the bed against the wall
to make more floor space then she skinned off her blouse and skirt with two
fluid movements and disappeared to the bathroom.
The two girls chose to sit on the floor - there weren't any chairs and it was
easier to face each other than to sit side by side on the bed. Allie sat as
she always did - upright with her legs crossed in a yoga position. Lucy
slumped, facing her friend, with her back against the bed.
There was an air of expectancy in the room now that Trish was with them but
they waited in silence until Allie got impatient. She took another long swig
from the bottle and sighed as she spoke, "I think she's changed, don't you?"
"I don't know - it might be us. I know I've changed, and that changes how I
see people. You seem different somehow."
Allie grinned, "You're right - I am different. A lot's happened to me
recently."
The grin disappeared and her face became serious.
"Do you think that we're growing apart. You know, like not the three of us
anymore?"
Trish reappeared wrapped in a towel. Her hair was dripping.
"There'll always be the three of us but we have to change Allie. We can't be
schoolgirls all of our lives but when other things come along, they'll be as
well as us, not instead of."
She didn't wait for her friends to agree. It was as if she had re-assumed
control of the group. She slipped into an expensive looking silk blouse, the
same light green as her panties, and pulled on her old jeans.
She gave Allie an ashtray and a disapproving look.
"I suppose you've still got that filthy habit Allie?"
"Lots of 'em," agreed her friend with a grin.
Lucy passed her the bottle and Trish sat next to her with back against the
bed. The bottle of wine did another round. None of them bothered to wipe the
neck of the bottle before drinking. It was as if by sharing their saliva,
they were reaffirming the bond between them.
It hadn't been as long as it had felt but all three felt the need to readjust
to their old intimacy. They had no need to speak yet - it was enough to
absorb each other's presence for now.
Trish broke the silence first.
"I'm dying to tell you everything but if one of you wants to go first, I don't
mind."
She paused and quickly added, "That's not true - I do mind, but I'll try to be
patient."
"Remember the pact," said Allie, "every detail - bad or good."
"Of course - we have to tell everything, no matter how embarrassing or
sordid."
"Maybe you should start then Trish," said Lucy. She blushed in sudden
confusion.
"I didn't mean that you were sordid. I'm just dying to know what made you
change your mind about wearing make-up."
"That's right - you were so dead against it. What happened?"
"So much that I wonder if I'm still me. It's only been a month but it seems a
lot longer."
"A lot can happen in a month," observed Lucy.
"A lot happened for me," said Allie, "but I'll wait my turn. You go first
Trish."
"I don't know where to start."
"From the first day - from when we made the pact."
Trish took a long swallow from the bottle and looked thoughtful for moment.
She was remembering - it seemed a lifetime ago since the three had met at
their secret place for the last time. A month ago she'd been so much younger
and known so little. Now she needed to talk to someone to put her life back
in perspective.
She wondered if her friends had grown with her or would she be confiding her
adult secrets to two giggling school girls.
"It seems a bit strange just saying it. I don't even know if you'll find it
very interesting now."
"You can't back out now Trish," protested Allie, "I'm certainly interested -
for one thing you always said that women only wore make-up to attract men.
Well you've gone back to wearing make-up and I want to know if that means
you've changed your mind about men."
"I thought I had but he was no different to the others. They aren't worth
bothering about."
Lucy wiped a droplet of wine from her lips.
"What happened to turn you off them in the first place?"
"That was before the pact. I don't want to talk about it."
"Doesn't seem much point if we're going to have secrets from each other," said
Allie petulantly.
Trish stared at the carpet. She couldn't meet her friends' eyes.
"If you must know Allie, I was raped."
Her bald statement didn't get the reaction she'd expected from her friends.
There was no sign of shock on their faces.
"Did you hear what I said? I was raped."
Lucy nodded. She stared into her friend's eyes and smiled grimly. "I know
how you feel Trish."
"How could you? I'm not talking about the kind of thing we used to read in
magazines. This was real and horrible."
"Yes I know - that's exactly what it was like for me."
Allie looked from one to the other in astonishment.
"Come on you two. Are you trying to make my story sound boring before I even
tell it?"
"I wish my story was boring," said Trish, "I'd gladly swap what happened to me
for something boring."
"But you too Lucy! I thought you were a virgin. You're not just saying this
to make Trish feel better are you?"
"I was a virgin until a few weeks ago and I don't think anything I can say
will make Trish feel any better."
Trish nodded agreement.
"I'd never have bet money on it Allie but it looks as if you're the only pure
one left among us."
"I was - until this week," said Allie, "I wasn't forced to do it but I was
tricked though."
"And I was thinking that I'd be the only one with a story to tell," said
Trish. "It sounds as if this is going to be quite an evening. More wine
anyone?"
"Bottle's empty," said Allie.
Trish produced two more bottles of the same wine from a small cupboard. "I've
been building a stockpile."
Lucy took a bottle and smiled at Trish as she opened it.
"You first Trish - then I'll tell what happened to me."
"It started when the dog disappeared," said Trish. "D'you remember me telling
you?"
Her friends nodded silently.
"Well, Dad advertised a reward for the dog's return. Nothing happened for a
few days and then one day I'd bunked off school. Mum and Dad were out and
this guy showed up with the dog. Well he wanted the reward and of course I
didn't have it.
I remember now when I think about it, he looked at me a bit strangely but I
didn't think anything of it then, otherwise I'd never have left the door open.
He got in when I turned my back and he wouldn't go. He just kept on about the
reward."
Trish paused and drank some more wine. As she spoke about what had happened
that day, the memories unreeled like a film in her mind.
"I asked him to wait outside but he just walked in and once he was inside
there was nothing I could do to get rid of him. I asked him to go but he
ignored what I said as if he hadn't heard me. I can see him now - he was
smiling and stroking the puppy as he walked slowly towards me... .."
"He likes being stroked doesn't he?"
Nervously aware of her vulnerability, Trish nodded, unwilling to answer or
move until she knew his intentions.
"My name's Dan." He waited expectantly but Trish said nothing.
"So what's your name, or don't you want to tell me?"
"You shouldn't be here. I asked you to wait outside."
The stranger looked thoughtful, and then shook his head.
"Wait, was what you said. Nothing about outside."
"But you shouldn't walk in unless you're asked. It's not right."
"I was just being friendly but I know when I'm not welcome." Trish waited but
despite his words, he made no move to go.
"Why don't you stroke him?" the intruder said abruptly, thrusting the puppy
towards her.
The youngster blushed in sudden confusion. She had lost control of the
situation and felt uneasy with the stranger but she couldn't think of a reason
not to stroke the puppy. Her hand trembled as she reached hesitantly and
caressed the top of its head. The puppy re-acted by frantically licking her
fingers.
"He seems to prefer you. Your hands must be softer than mine."
He brushed her slim fingers gently as if to verify his words. Trish shivered
at his touch. She was too embarrassed to complain but, when his fingers moved
up to stroke the soft skin of her arm, the young girl gasped and snatched her
hand away. Her blue eyes blazed angrily but her body shook and her trembling
voice was a whisper.
"Don't do that. Please go now before my parents get home."
"I'm not going anywhere without my reward. I'll wait till your parents get
home."
"But they won't be back till this evening."
"I don't mind waiting. In fact I think that I might enjoy it."
Trish stared at him in disbelief. Surely he couldn't be serious.
He smiled, "We'll have time to become friends."
"You can't stay here all day. I've got things to do. You have to go now."
He smiled again but his smile reminded her of the way his eyes had wandered
over her earlier. Cold dread trickled through her stomach as she realised how
weak her words were and how much bigger and stronger than her he was.
He grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her roughly towards him. Her slender
body crushed helplessly against him and he felt the firm pressure of her
ripening breasts against his lower chest. Trish gasped in surprise and pain.
She tried to wriggle free, unaware of the effect that the contact with her
struggling body was having on her assailant. He chuckled hoarsely.
"What's the matter? Not afraid of me are you."
The youngster felt terrified but she knew that it would be a mistake to admit
her fear to him. She stared boldly up at him and forced her voice to remain
steady.
"I'm not afraid of you. I didn't ask you in, now let go of me and leave."
"I'm not going anywhere without my reward, or don't you want the dog after
all?"
"Of course I want him."
"Well perhaps you should be a bit more friendly then."
"Can't you understand, I haven't got the money. You'll just have to come back
later."
"Maybe you can think of some other way to reward me then."
Trish looked puzzled but a dreadful suspicion of what he meant chilled her
mind.
"What d'you mean? What other way?"
"You really are innocent aren't you? That could be dangerous for a beautiful
looking girl like you."
"I can look after myself. Why won't you just go and leave me alone?"
"Because I want my reward."
"But I haven't got.."
"Any money, you told me - but suppose I was to settle for a kiss?"
She blushed and her legs felt weak. She'd known what he meant but now he'd
said it and it was real.
"That's ridiculous, I don't even know you."
"That's your fault. I told you my name but you won't tell me yours . We
could have been friends by now."
"I don't want to be friends, I just want you to go."
"Just one little kiss - you don't need to know me for that."
She stared at him with suspicion but he just smiled casually. She wanted him
to go but he was in control of the situation and she was trapped. What harm
could it do? Just one kiss and as soon as he'd gone she could wash her mouth
out and brush her teeth. Her voice trembled despite her efforts to appear
calm.
"You mean that, one kiss and you'll go?"
He nodded, "Unless you want more after you've tried it."
Trish shook her head, "Just one kiss, that's all."
She allowed him to pull her closer and, as his lips neared hers, she closed
her eyes and tried to shut her mind to what was about to happen.
His mouth met hers and she felt his tongue against her lips. He hadn't said
anything about that and her mind rebelled at the thought of his tongue inside
her mouth. His tongue prodded persistently at her and she knew that he
wouldn't give up until he'd succeeded. She relaxed her lips and his tongue
slid between them.
The kiss went on and she realised that they hadn't agreed how long it should
last. Then his hand moved to her breast and slid smoothly over the firm
swelling. She tore her mouth away in shock but he still held onto her. Her
breast burned from his touch and she was conscious of her hardening nipple.
With a burst of strength that surprised them both she squirmed free of his
hand. She was red faced and breathless.
"You've had your kiss now let me go."
"But you didn't enjoy it."
"I didn't have to enjoy it. One kiss and you'd leave, that's what you said.
There wasn't anything about touching me."
He smiled calmly, "You could have touched me if you liked."
"Forget it. I've got no intention of touching you."
Ignoring her outburst, he scooped up the puppy and offered it to her. She
reached cautiously for dog, avoiding the stranger's hand. The animal eagerly
muzzled her hesitant fingers as she brushed and caressed him.
"You don't mind stroking him then?"
She shook her head, relieved that his thoughts had diverted back to the
puppy.. The stranger's voice was taut and low.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"You heard me. Go on do it."
Trish hesitated, and then silently did as he instructed. If she humoured him
maybe that would satisfy him and he would go.
"That's good. Now, with your eyes closed, how would you know whether you're
touching me or the dog?"
Trish's eyes flew open and she stared at him in disbelief.
"I'd know all right. You aren't a puppy."
"But how would you know the difference? Have you ever touched a man's cock?"
She was horrified by his casual use of the obscenity. More frightening was
the unfamiliar sensations that his words stirred inside her. The stranger was
talking more intimately with her than any man ever had before. She suddenly
grew more afraid of the situation which was developing beyond her control.
She bit her lip and shook her head.
"No, of course I haven't, never!"
He took the dog from her unresisting hands and taunted her as he stroked it.
"Never what?"
She fought back the tears that stung her eyes and whispered.
"What you said. I've never touched a man's ... thing."
"No of course not, you're only a kid. You can't even make yourself say cock
can you?"
Trish swallowed hard. She'd said the word many times but this was very
different from giggling innocently in secret with her friends. She'd heard
men say cock before but, when he said it, the word suddenly took on a new
meaning. He was talking about his cock and it wasn't meant as a swear word -
it was an actual object. It was a man's sexual organ. It was his sexual
organ.
She was shocked to discover that, despite the menacing situation she was in,
she found the thought exciting. She was too innocent to realise why he wanted
to hear her say the word but she realised instinctively that it would be a
mistake to try to placate him by giving in.
"I'm not a kid! I just don't like bad language its disgusting"
"You should practise saying it. One day you'll want a cock inside you so
badly that you'll beg to be fucked."
Trish's heart lurched and she felt an unfamiliar flutter in the pit of her
stomach. To be fucked - that was what a cock was for. Of course she knew
that in theory but his words made the concept real. His cock was for fucking
with. For fucking girls - and she was a girl.
"I don't need to practise because I'll never beg anyone for that."
He shrugged, "It'll happen one day - why not today?"
He released the puppy and it dropped to the floor with a yelp. He moved his
hand casually to Trish's slender shoulder and caressed her neck softly with
one finger. His voice was gentle and reasonable.
"Do you know what I think? I think you're afraid that stroking a real cock
might feel better than stroking a dog. You might find that you like it so
much that you want to do more of it."
"I don't want to do any of it - and I'm not interested in your filthy
thoughts."
He shrugged carelessly. A second finger grazed the soft skin of her neck and
sent a shiver through her body. His voice hardened slightly.
"So are you going to stroke my cock or ..."
The youngster squirmed under his insistent touch. She was angry with herself
for allowing him into the house but her fury at his offensive behaviour pushed
everything else to one side. Her lips tightened in defiance and her voice
shook with emotion.
"Or what? You can't make me say or do anything if I don't want to and I don't
want to do anything with you. Now you'd better leave before you get into
trouble."
He pressed his thumb sharply into her neck and his fingers curled around her
throat. His cold voice was edged with menace. Trish squirmed under the
pressure of his thumb and she squealed with pain as he dug it harder into the
soft flesh of her throat.
"You're wrong. I can make you do anything"
The youngster shivered at the cruelty in his voice. It was clear that he
meant what he said. Suddenly she was no longer a confident self possessed
young woman. She was a fifteen year old school girl and she didn't have the
experience to deal with this situation. Her defiance ebbed and fresh tears
filled her eyes.
"I haven't done anything to you. Why are you doing this to me?"
"I only wanted us to be friends but I'm not good enough for you."
"Okay, we'll be friends then, if that's what you want"
He sneered disbelievingly, "You're just saying that to humour me, You don't
mean it."
"Yes I do - I want us to be friends."
"Okay. Prove it then."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Stroke my cock - just like you stroked the dog."
"I can't - I've never done anything like that. I don't what to do."
He stared into her wide blue tear filled eyes and laughed softly. It wasn't a
laugh of happiness - it was harsh and filled with cruelty. She knew
instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the
more he would want to abuse her.
"Its just like stroking a dog but you'll enjoy it much more."
"You can't force me to enjoy something that I don't want to do."
"We'll see about that. Now kneel down and stroke my cock."
Trish hesitated and immediately felt him increase the pressure of his hand on
her throat. She struggled to breathe and choked in pain. Panic welled up
inside her at the thought of being strangled.
"All right, I'll do it. Stop hurting me."
The helpless youngster knelt awkwardly. Her eyes were in direct line with his
groin and she could see the outline of his erection through his jeans.
She buried her face in her hands and shook her head in despair.
"I don't know what to do."
"I'll show you. Now open my zip - you do know how a zip works, don't you?"
She reached for his groin with shaking hands. His grip relaxed and he
caressed her cheek soothingly as she fumbled awkwardly for the tag and jerked
it down. The metallic rasp of his zip sent a shiver of fear through the
youngster's slight frame and she froze with her nerveless fingers still
holding the zip.
He grabbed her wrist and guided her limp hand to the opening and thrust it
inside. She felt the hard lump of his erection through the material of his
underpants and she tried to pull away. He forced her unwilling hand to the
waistband of his pants and hissed urgently at her.
"Get it out. Get my cock out. I want feel your hand on my bare cock"
Trish shook her head and shuddered in revulsion at the thought of touching his
naked penis but she was powerless to fight the strength of his grip. She knew
that she had no choice but to get the distasteful task over with as quickly as
possible.
Her trembling fingers were half paralysed with fear and loathing as they
tangled clumsily with the elastic and slowly pulled it downwards. His
engorged cock burst free and she was shocked to feel the sudden hardness of
him hot against her hand. She pulled away but he forced her hand back into
contact with the pulsating organ.
The frightened youngster could feel every vein through his taut skin as he
guided her trembling hand onto his throbbing erection. He slowly coaxed her
cool fingers into motion forcing them to explore the full length of it. Her
hand shook uncontrollably as it reluctantly stroked the hot skin of his rigid
cock.
Still guiding her hand up and down, he gradually curled her slender fingers
around the massive girth until they encircled it. Her grip tightened under
the pressure of his hand and his foreskin slid back and forth across the
slippery head until he groaned softly.
"That's it, just like that, very gentle, very slow. Just don't stop when I
let go of your hand or you'll be sorry."
His free hand returned to her neck as he released his grip on her wrist.
She flinched and whimpered softly at the touch of his hand on her throat.
Fear forced her to continue the gentle up and down motion of her trembling
fingers on his hot throbbing organ.
Her eyes were on the same level as his thrusting erection and, despite her
repugnance, the youngster found herself mesmerised by the first penis she had
ever seen. She watched in stunned fascination as the tight foreskin slipped
back and forth over the bulbous dome and she saw the first droplet of liquid
appear at the tip. It dripped onto her hand and was followed by another.
Her skin crawled with repugnance as she felt the clear liquid seep from his
cock and lubricate her massaging fingers. but she was determined to make him
come quickly and finish with him. He moaned low in his throat and, hoping
that he was approaching his orgasm, she quickened the pace of her hand. He
thrust himself into her fist impatiently and she prayed it was a sign that it
was nearly over.
Her mind was numb and her hand moved mechanically as she stroked him towards
his climax and now she scarcely registered his caressing hand on her neck.
She did notice when his hand slid gradually from her neck to the side of her
small firm breast. He stroked the soft swelling gently with the barest amount
of pressure. His other hand moved to cup her breast while the tip of his
thumb grazed her sensitive nipple into reluctant hardness. The sudden
violation of her body jolted Trish back to reality. She shook her head and
her hand stopped its steady motion on his penis as she protested hopelessly at
his invasive touch.
"Don't do that! Please don't touch me there."
He growled menacingly at her, "I warned you not to stop - I'll touch you where
I like, just relax and you'll like it too."
He pulled her to her feet and held her wriggling body firmly while he savoured
the warm firmness of her pert young breasts. Alarmed by the new and
frightening sensation of a man's touch on her body, she tried to wriggle away
from his exploring hands. He was too strong for her and her protests turned
to pleading.
"I don't want you to touch me. Please don't.. I'll do what you want, just
don't touch me there. I don't like it."
"It feels pretty good to me. Perhaps you'll like this better"
His hand slid from the teenager's breast and grazed lightly down her flat
smooth belly. Trish gasped and tried to pull back as his extended fingers
pressed lightly through her jeans at the swelling mound between her thighs.
He quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her
to him.
He slid his free hand up inside her loose T-shirt and captured her naked
breast in his palm. The teenager wept in helpless frustration as he toyed
with her nipples and they sprang involuntarily into diamond hardness.
"Leave me alone you bastard. Haven't you humiliated me enough?"
Worse was to come. His strong fingers pulled open the top fastening of her
jeans and the zip ripped open as he thrust his hand inside. Trish screamed in
panic as she realised that his fingers were only inches from the inadequate
protection of her flimsy panties.
"Don't, not there! I'll do anything but please stop."
He ignored her wild pleas and slid his hand down to the top of her brief
panties. Her jeans were too tight to allow his hand to reach any further and
he ripped downwards with all of his strength. The seam tore and panting
fiercely he pulled the protective scrap of cloth down her thighs as far as her
knees.
The speed and ferocity of his attack stunned her for a vital moment.
Imprisoned by the remains of her jeans she was unable to move. She stood
shamed and humiliated by his devouring gaze on the slight swelling that her
thin cotton panties barely concealed.
He grabbed her wrist roughly and pressed her hand back onto his still hard
penis but she kept her fist clenched in silent refusal. He growled in
frustration and pulled her helpless body against his. His pulsing cock
pressed against the smooth soft skin of her belly and left a sticky trail as
he stroked it across her smooth skin. Restricted by the tight jeans around
her knees and his powerful arm around her body, Trish was powerless to stop
the humiliating abuse. She held her arms limply by her side and resolved to
do nothing that would make his unwanted assault any easier. His harsh voice
panted in her ear, "I thought that you wanted to prove that we're friends.
Why did you stop?"
"Not that friendly - I don't want you touching me."
He shook his head in bewilderment, "I let you touch me."
"Well I won't do it again."
"That's all right, I'll do it myself - and you can watch me."
He released her and moved back a pace. Trish felt a flood of relief as she
stumbled back from him. Her relief quickly turned to horror when he smiled
leeringly at her, "And I'll watch you."
She stared in disbelief at him, "What do you mean?"
A tight smile flicked over his face, "You know what I mean, as you don't like
me touching you, you can do it to yourself."
"I don't understand."
"Do the same as me - play with yourself."
Trish's heart pounded painfully as shocked fear raced through her veins.
He bent swiftly and ripped her jeans the rest of the way down her slim legs.
Her numbed muscles refused to obey her and she was unable to resist as he
lifted one of her feet at a time and removed the torn material.
He stood back and stared anew at her near naked body. Clad in only her
T-shirt and panties, she looked even younger and more vulnerable. Her long
legs were slim and shapely and her skin soft and smooth. The thin white
panties were almost transparent and the outline of her sex was clearly
visible.
She flushed scarlet with shame and humiliation as he studied her body. The
sight of her embarrassment appeared to send a fresh surge of energy through
his still hard cock.
He slowly slid back the foreskin to expose the bulbous dome and held it inches
from her face for her horrified inspection. Trish noticed there was still a
glistening droplet of semen on the swollen tip. She backed away and stood
unsteadily on shaking legs.
"Either you do it or I'll tear your pants off and do it for you?"
Her hands flew to her crotch in an instinctive move to protect herself.
The thought of his vile hands creeping over her body and defiling her again,
jerked her out of her dazed trance. Her voice was a whisper as she pleaded
desperately with him.
"Please don't make me. I'll watch you if that's what you want. I'll even do
it to you but don't make me do it to myself" Her despairing eyes searched his
face in vain for a sign of mercy but he was oblivious to the youngster's
silent plea. He reached out and rested his hand lightly on her bare thigh.
She shuddered as he stroked the smooth skin of her leg.
"Either you play with yourself or I will."
Trish's mind spun in confusion. The youngster's shame and embarrassment at
what he wanted her to do fought with her feelings of disgust and revulsion at
the sickening thought of his hands returning to touch her body.
He sighed impatiently, "Well, are you going to do it?".
She lowered her gaze and nodded reluctantly. She stared at the floor in
humiliation, aware that his greedy eyes followed the path of her hand as it
moved hesitantly across her panties to the soft swelling between her legs.
Urged on by his threatening glare her slender fingers slowly stroked the cleft
of her sex through the thin material. He slowed the movement of his own hand
on his penis as he drank in the sight of the unwilling youngster masturbating
herself.
"It'd feel much nicer without your pants in the way. Why don't you take them
off?"
"No! I don't want to, I don't need to"
"Okay, but do it properly. Haven't you ever played with yourself before?"
Trish knew that he wouldn't believe her if she denied it but she was too
ashamed to admit to a stranger that she had.
"I don't understand. What do you expect me to do?"
"Take your pants off or put your hand inside so that you can do it properly.
Slide your fingers up and down your pretty little pussy until its wet and
throbbing. Until you're moaning and panting that you can't bear it any more.
Until you're desperate and ready to beg for a cock to stretch and fill your
throbbing hot little cunt."
Trish stared in horror at his lewd suggestion but she couldn't deny the tingle
of excitement that his words had provoked inside her. She knew that he was
capable of tearing her panties off if she refused to do as he wanted but she
couldn't take her panties off.
The thought of his eyes on her naked sex while she masturbated prompted her
hand to the waistband of her panties.
"I - I'll do it like this, with them on, "she whispered tearfully.
She paused briefly to plead silently through tear filled eyes before her hand
inched under the elastic waist of her panties. She realised that he could see
every movement of her hand through the thin material and he would know if she
tried to deceive him.
She stopped as her fingertips reached the sensitive lips of her vagina.
The few occasions that she had experimented with touching herself had been
very private and her pleasure had always mingled with guilt and shame.
This was far from private and, with a stranger's eyes following her every
movement, she felt cheap and used. She stroked herself hesitantly but he
shook his head and frowned menacingly.
"Do it properly. Put your finger up inside. I'm sure you can get one finger
inside even a virginal little pussy like yours."
Fresh tears stung her eyes as he reached towards her threateningly and her
fingers reluctantly moved slowly to her tender slit as if she had no control
of their motion. She parted the soft lips and gasped as she slid one hesitant
fingertip inside herself.
Her face flushed crimson with shame as he stared lustfully at her moving
fingers and masturbated in time with her. His harsh breathing and groans of
pleasure increased her embarrassment and humiliation but under his unrelenting
gaze, she was forced to keep her fingers moving. One slender fingertip inside
her and another pressed against the sensitive bud of her clitoris.
If she had been alone it would have been pleasurable but now she felt wretched
and squalid. She knew he must be near to coming and all she could hope for
was that he would come soon and lose interest in her so that she could put a
stop to the degrading experience. She watched his moving hand intently and
listened to his breathing, waiting for the moment when it would all be over.
The movement of his hand and the rhythm of his breathing had a hypnotic effect
on her shocked mind and, unconsciously the movement her hand gradually fell
into the same rhythm as his own. As the motion of his hand grew faster, her
own hand followed its movement until, to her horror and disbelief, she felt
the beginnings of warm moisture seep through her fingers.
Appalled at her lack of control she tried to fight her body's betrayal but the
slick moisture between her legs made it too easy for her treacherous fingertip
to slide further inside. Despite her forced participation, tiny shocks of
forbidden pleasure flickered and spread from the depths of her vaginal passage
and fired through her stomach and thighs.
Her legs shook and made it difficult to stand. The glimmering sparks of
pleasure intensified to a burning rapture that engulfed her as she neared her
unwanted orgasm. Her breath quickened as her trembling legs buckled and she
sank to her knees. His groans of pleasure echoed her own and she felt her
face flush hot with shame as she realised that he was still staring intently
at her.
He laughed at her dismay, "Starting to enjoy it are you?"
His voice broke her trance and the exquisite sensation evaporated. She
stopped instantly and snatched her hand from inside her pants. She scrambled
unsteadily to her feet. Her trembling legs barely supported her as, shaking
her head violently the youngster lied desperately - denying what her crimson
face had already betrayed.
"I'm doing what said. You can make me do it but I don't have to like it."
"Don't lie to me. You were getting wet and excited just like I said you
would. Getting that hot tight little pussy ready for my cock"
"No, you're wrong, it didn't excite me. It was degrading and disgusting. I
didn't feel anything at all."
He smiled mockingly. Before she could move to resist, his hand shot out and
cupped her still throbbing sex through the soft cotton of her pants. His
middle finger pressed gently into the damp cleft sending a fresh thrill of
reluctant pleasure through her inexperienced body. Then his plundering
fingers slid along the drenched material that was the only barrier between him
and her pulsing slit.
Trish cried in despair, "Oh No, not that! Don't do this to me ... Ohh please
stop ... Please ..."
He seemed to relent as, with a final tantalising press on her clitoris, he
withdrew his hand. He showed her the moisture on his fingers before raising
them to his mouth and licking them hungrily.
"Hmm, you taste good too. You were liking it all right, your pussy is hot and
wet and in a few minutes you would have been on your knees begging for my
cock."
Trish blushed hotly at the undeniable evidence of her pleasure. Before she
could protest, his hand returned to the damp warmth between her thighs and
pressed her rhythmically through her saturated panties. She struggled
helplessly and tried to squeeze her thighs together but the additional
pressure only intensified the effect of his caresses. He kept up the
insistent provocation as his fingers stroked and pressed on the slick wet
surface of the youngster's panties.
Despite her revulsion, the feeling that she had started was still there and
growing. A groan of pleasure escaped her lips. She breathed faster and
deeper as her unwanted arousal grew towards orgasm. She was powerless to
quell her mounting excitement but she knew that if he made her climax then her
humiliation would be complete. Her mind fought to reject the fulfilment that
her excited body craved and she pleaded breathlessly for him to stop.
"I don't want this. You have to stop ... Please don't, Please ..."
His hand slowly ceased its tormenting action. The confused teenager felt torn
between relief and regret as the electrifying promise of her climax gradually
faded - but the reprieve was brief.
His hand slid up and along the slippery moist cotton crease of her panties
until it reached the thin band of elastic at the waist.
His hand slipped smoothly inside and she sucked in her breath sharply as the
feather touch of his fingers grazed lazily down towards her unprotected pussy.
Trish held her breath as his teasing fingers edged with unbearable slowness
over the soft swelling of her pussy mound then suddenly she could feel him on
her hot wetness. His fingers gently separated the velvet lips of her moist
vagina and glided easily along her slippery cleft. He found the tiny erect
bud of her clitoris and carefully teased it until the young girl's growing
pleasure exploded into sudden ecstasy.
She hated her body for betraying her but she could not stop the waves of
pleasure that rocked her nervous system. She moaned softly in despair and
shame as her supple hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of his
tantalising caress.
Each time she pushed uncontrollably forward, his fingers retreated to maintain
the light tormenting touch that was inciting her to forget everything but the
fulfilment that she craved.
His probing finger found her tight little opening and insinuated its tip into
her virgin pussy
Her whole body shook uncontrollably at the sudden invasion of her most private
and sensitive spot. His finger was thicker than hers and her virginal passage
clasped the tip tightly. She cried out in a confused mixture of pleasure and
shame as one fingertip slid back and forth a tantalising inch inside her while
another massaged her sensitive clitoris.
His free hand roamed around inside her T-shirt and recaptured her breast.
Trish's humiliation and anger jumbled with the exquisite sensation that
wracked her body. Her cries of protest mingled with low pitched moans of
pleasure while her treacherous body bucked and shook as her questing hips
betrayed her and pushed lithely forward onto his violating hand.
The intruding fingertip slid a little further into her eager cunt and, with a
final shudder, her orgasm exploded through her body in an uncontrollable blaze
of ecstasy.
She would have fallen sideways if he hadn't caught and held her until the
spasms of pleasure that wracked her slight frame subsided. His finger slipped
wetly from her exhausted passage and he released her. Unable to trust her
shaking legs, as the waves of pleasure washed through her treacherous body,
Trish fell to her knees. She kept her eyes closed to hide her shame and
humiliation and she didn't see him stand up and pull his jeans off.
She was aware of him standing over her and when she opened her eyes his
swollen cock was only inches from her face. She turned her head in disgust
but he caught her by her hair and pulled her face back so that the tip of his
cock grazed her lips. His voice was hoarse with anticipation.
"Open your mouth. You've had your pleasure, now I want mine"
He pushed his cock head against her lips but she pressed them together
tightly. She shook her head frantically in refusal but his hold on her hair
tightened painfully. The pain washed away any last traces of pleasure and she
cried out plaintively.
"Stop. That hurts."
"Of course it hurts. You were meant to be rewarding me but you've had all the
pleasure so far."
"But I didn't want to do it," she protested, "you forced me."
"But you can't deny that you liked it. Now you can choose to suck my cock or
I'll force you to do that too."
"I can't do that. I can't put it in my mouth. Please don't make me. Can't I
just do what I was doing before."
"While I hold your tits?"
She nodded reluctantly and reached tearfully for his penis. She felt his hand
on her breast and she began to masturbate him. His other hand tightened its
grip on her hair.
"I said you'd beg to do it and I was right."
Trish ignored his jibe. She'd learned that if she argued, he would do
something to prove her wrong. She concentrated on trying to bring him to a
climax before he changed his mind and tried to force her to suck his swollen
organ.
Kneeling in front of him, her face was still only inches from the wavering tip
of his penis and as he pulled her head closer the slippery end of it brushed
her lips. The desperate youngster redoubled her efforts to make him come
quickly. The pressure of his cock head on her soft lips increased as he urged
his swollen erection at her mouth.
"Maybe I'll let you off sucking it, if you just kiss the tip of it."
She mumbled a protest as she tried to move her face away but the pressure
became more insistent and his penis pressed more firmly against her innocent
lips.
"Kiss it or I'll make you suck it until I come in your mouth."
She shuddered with loathing, but she was so terrified that he would carry out
his disgusting threat that she reluctantly touched her lips to the end of his
penis.
"Again. Kiss it again and keep wanking me while you kiss it"
She kissed the wet tip of his swollen organ as lightly as she could. She felt
disgusted and sickened by the brief contact. It was all she could bear but it
wasn't enough for him. The feather touch of her soft lips combined with the
pumping action of her slim hands fuelled his desire to possess more of her.
"Use your tongue, don't you know how to French kiss?"
It was impossible to talk much less to argue with his penis pressed against
her lips. Her hands continued to massage his throbbing cock while the tip of
her delicate tongue flickered hesitantly at the end of it. She touched it as
lightly as she could.
"Lick it properly put your tongue right out and lick all of it."
She shook her head emphatically but the movement only caused her soft lips to
slip teasingly across the end of his cock. He slid the slippery organ back
and forth, enjoying the gentle friction of her wet lips while the youngster
continued breathlessly to masturbate him faster in the hope that he would
climax quickly.
He thrust harder against her mouth and she clamped her lips together
determinedly but he wouldn't give in. The hand that was holding her breast
pressed more firmly and his fingers found her nipple. He squeezed the hard
nub between his fingers and a fiery pain lanced through her breast. Trish
cried out and, as her lips parted, the end of his cock slipped between them.
She struggled to escape the invading hardness but now that he had gained
entrance, he slid easily into the warm softness of her mouth.
He came immediately in a boiling rush of sperm that spurted between her open
lips. Trish was unprepared for the sudden hot gush of liquid. She gasped in
surprised disgust and as her pretty mouth opened he plunged his still spurting
cock further into its warm depths. His thick sperm dribbled from her
astonished lips as he continued to fuck her mouth until he was exhausted.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he allowed his exhausted organ to slip from her
mouth.
Trish gagged and coughed on the sperm that had trickled down her throat.
She wanted to vomit at the thought of the degrading act he had forced her to
perform. She felt sick and exhausted but in spite of her disgust and
humiliation she was relieved that it was all over. She crawled to recover the
tattered remains of her jeans.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The youngster froze. She recovered her poise as her anger returned.
"I'm putting my clothes back on. You've had your so called reward. So now
you can go and I hope I never see you again."
He took the jeans from her nerveless fingers and chuckled.
"It's not even midday. We've got hours yet."
"What for? You've degraded me and used me like an animal. Isn't that enough
for you?"
"But I haven't fucked you yet, have I?"
Trish had grown used to his explicit language but the thought of what he was
suggesting, shocked her rigid.
"NO! You can't - I've never been with a man."
"You have to do it sometime - so why not now?"
"Because I'm too young and because you disgust me. When I do it, I want it to
be with someone I love - and I hate you."
"Maybe, but you loved my finger up inside you and you thought that you'd hate
that. You came like a storm."
Trish blushed in confusion and embarrassment. She couldn't admit it to him
but she had never experienced such an incredible turmoil of feeling as the
explosive orgasm his rapacious fingers had induced in her unwilling young
body.
"I did hate it. You forced me to do it. If I did come it's because you made
me."
"I'm still going to fuck you and you're going to come when I do that too."
Her brain raced frantically. After all he had done to her, she was not going
to let him steal the last shred of self respect that she had. She leapt to
her feet in panic and ran for the stairs. If she could lock herself in the
bathroom, she would be able to shout for help from the window.
She had a head start but his longer legs took the stairs two at a time. As
she reached the top he grabbed her slim ankle and she fell forward. She lay
helpless and terrified as his hand slid tauntingly from her ankle to her knee
and up her outstretched leg to the soft warmth beneath her still moist
panties.
"You just saved me from carrying you up the stairs. Is this where you'd
prefer us to do it?"
The frightened teenager wriggled away from his exploring fingers and hissed
savagely, "I'd prefer you to drop dead - painfully. Just fuck off and leave
me alone you filthy animal."
He chuckled, "It just excites me more when you talk dirty. Now, which one is
your bedroom?"
Trish said nothing but she was unable to stop her eyes as they flickered
involuntarily towards one of the closed doors.
He pulled her up and dragged her struggling towards it. He pushed the door
open and laughed harshly, "This must be it. Pink wallpaper and teddy-bears.
It looks just a little girl's bedroom. I'll bet you lie in here and dream
about getting fucked every night."
He hauled her into the room and pushed her onto the single bed. Trish tried
to plead with him, "I don't want to do this."
"You didn't mind saying fuck just now, so use the right word."
"All right! I don't want to be fucked by you. Please don't fuck me. Is that
all right?"
"No its not all right. I'm going to fuck you. I am going make your cute
little pussy wet and slippery just like I did before. And when its hot and
ready for me I'm going to put my cock as far inside your lovely little body as
it will go. Then I'm going to fuck your tight virgin little cunt slow and
easy until you beg me never to stop. And when you can't stand anymore, I'm
going to come inside you and fill that delicious seventeen year old pussy till
it overflows with my spunk."
The stream of obscenity excited and repelled the inexperienced youngster but
the thought of doing it terrified her.
"You've done everything else, why are going to rape me?"
"I'm not going to rape you. You're going to beg me to fuck you."
She stared at him in astonishment. Disbelief burned in her eyes."That's one
thing you'll never make me do."
"We'll see. Now take your pants off and let me see that lovely little pussy,
or shall I do it for you? I'll enjoy doing that."
Despite the fact that he had already abused and assaulted her most secret
places, Trish recoiled at the thought of his lustful eyes feasting on what no
man had ever seen before. She hesitated but the look of determination on his
face made it clear that he meant what he said.
She felt sick with despair as her faltering hands fell reluctantly to her slim
waist. She hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic of her brief white panties
and eased them slowly over her hips. His eyes gleamed greedily as they
tracked their gradual descent.
She paused with her pants halfway down her thighs and stared imploringly at
his impassive face. His voice was husky with anticipation, "All the way.
Take them right off."
She stood reluctantly and allowed the flimsy material to slide down her long
shapely legs. Her pants fell around her ankles and he whistled in
appreciation as his gaze travelled up her legs to the mound that concealed her
virgin cunt.
"I still don't understand how you're still a virgin, some boy should have had
his cock up you by now."
Trish flinched at his words but she was too embarrassed to speak. Hot tears
of shame and despair rolled down her cheeks as she imagined that he could see
her naked pussy pulsing nervously. He gestured impatiently at her T-shirt,
"Take that off too. I want to see you completely naked."
Her mind was numb like a mesmerised rabbit but her muscles obeyed his command.
She pulled the T-shirt over her head and for the first time in her life, she
stood naked in front of a man. She heard the hiss of his intake of breath.
She could feel his eyes devouring her body and her head bowed in shame.
He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly back onto the
bed. Trish fell back helplessly with her legs sprawled open over the edge of
the bed and watched fearfully as he hurriedly stripped his shirt off. Her
hypnotised eyes stared at his muscular chest and slowly wandered down to fix
their gaze between his legs. She couldn't understand how his penis was still
hard only minutes after he'd come. She could still taste him inside her mouth
so she knew that she hadn't imagined it.
She'd held his cock and he'd had it in her mouth but she still couldn't
believe that in a few moments the enormous hardness of it would be inside her
body.
He sat on the bed and his hands wandered freely over her naked and vulnerable
young body. He stroked her flat tummy and explored her firm breasts. His
hands teased her nipples into reluctant hardness and his mouth nibbled at the
tiny nubs.
His gaze dropped to her open legs and he placed his palms on the inside of her
knees to push them further apart and expose her completely. At least the tiny
scrap of her pants had provided some protection from his lustful eyes but now
there was nothing.
The terrified youngster whimpered tearfully as his hand caressed her slim
legs. She had no idea what to expect. Rape was just a word until an hour ago
but now it was very real and very frightening. She had to make a last attempt
to fight for her virginity even though she was sure that in a battle of
strength he would win easily.
His hand moved up to the soft skin of her inner thigh and crept slowly towards
the innocent object of his lust. She pressed her thighs together tightly in a
vain attempt to bar him from reaching his goal but he forced his hand
painfully into her tender flesh.
"It will be less painful if you don't struggle. I really don't want to hurt
you. Now be a good girl and open those lovely legs for me" His strength was
too much for her and the pain forced her to relax the muscles in her legs. He
pushed her legs apart and his hand slid up the smooth curve of her inner thigh
to claim its prize.
He cupped the soft swell of her sex mound and as his fingers found the
sensitive lips of her chaste vagina, she felt the familiar sensation flicker
back into life. She battled desperately to suppress the growing feeling but
her body had a will of its own. As if they belonged to someone else, her legs
parted a little further.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingertip enter her and the
unwanted response from her treacherous body told her she was losing the fight
again. He gently caressed the tiny bud of her clitoris and waited until her
moisture started to flow. When her excited pussy was wet enough, his finger
slipped further inside and fucked her gently.
She lay helplessly like a rabbit in a trance - unable to resist as her long
legs responded invitingly and fell completely open.
He sighed with satisfaction, "That's more like it. Now I can see your
beautiful pussy properly."
He slowly slid his invading finger tip from the velvet softness of her wet
vagina and leaned forward to examine her more closely. Trish felt his eyes
only inches from the tingling centre of her sex. She felt the blood pounding
in the engorged lips of her cunt and imagined that he could see her pulse
beating, that he knew her vagina was pouting and winking at him.
She tried to force her thighs together but her limp muscles refused to obey.
Her legs remained spread wide exposing the coral pink inside of her pussy lips
like the petals of an exotic flower. He leaned closer and she felt his breath
soft on her thighs.
"What are you doing?" She whispered timidly.
He ignored the question and lowered his head to the junction of her open
thighs. She hissed with surprised pleasure when she felt his hot breath on
the inner walls of her vaginal passage. He pressed his lips against her
gently and the youngster squealed helplessly as her slim frame shuddered in
response.
She gasped breathlessly, "What did you do?"
"I kissed your delicious young pussy. Did you like it?"
"No! Of course not."
"Liar!"
"All right, but I don't want to like it. Please don't do it again."
He chuckled softly and lightly kissed her again. This time his tongue darted
smoothly along the sweet saltiness of her open slit. She moaned
uncontrollably as his tongue flickered delicately at her sensitised clitoris
and her hips bucked wildly in response to the unwanted shock of pleasure that
rippled through her body. She heard the low murmurs of pleasure and she knew
they were hers.
She gritted her teeth to stifle the groans of excitement that escaped from her
throat but his tongue teased and tormented the tiny sensitive bud and she
cried out in mindless ecstasy. The inexperienced youngster had no defence
against his rapacious tongue as it licked and lapped drinking in her sweet
juices as they flowed freely from the heated lips of her cunt. She clenched
her fists in despair and tried to control her wayward hips as they thrust
upwards to meet his tongue.
Then suddenly he plunged the tip of his tongue into her tiny hole and she lost
the little control she had left.
Her supple hips rose and fell to meet his thrusting tongue as it penetrated
the virgin depths of her inflamed cunt.
A part of her mind still fought to resist the explosive sensations that rocked
her immature body as his tongue thrust and lunged into her hot tightness. Her
cries of pleasure grew louder and she knew that she had to fight the
temptation to surrender.
Her hands reached to push his head away but his tongue sank deeply into her
avid cunt. She whimpered despairingly as somehow her fingers twined with his
hair and pulled his head further into the depths of her thighs.
The transition from frightened youngster to eager adult was gradual and Trish
was unaware of the change. All of her thoughts centred on the incredible
sensations that his marauding tongue was igniting in her body. Hot juices
poured from her plundered cunt and she felt her orgasm about to wash over her
like a tidal wave.
She despised herself for succumbing to the demands of her body and she hated
him for what he was forcing her to do and feel but despite her reluctance, her
slender body tensed in readiness for the climax that she knew was imminent.
Her slender hips thrust upwards to meet his tormenting tongue but as the
moment that she strained for approached, his tongue withdrew.
He raised his head to see her open mouthed and panting with expectation.
Her lips were wet and shining and he lowered his head to kiss her. She
twisted her head away and tried to avoid his lips. A kiss would turn rape
into love making - it would mean that she was giving as well as submitting to
his taking.
His lips found the soft skin of her throat and nibbled lightly up to her chin.
Then he found her mouth and pressed his lips to hers. Trish moaned a futile
protest as he kissed her for the second time. She tasted the sweet saltiness
of her own vaginal juices as he thrust his tongue into her unwilling mouth and
she groaned again - this time in defeat.
Then his questing finger slipped back to her eager cunt and slid an inch
inside. His other hand went to her small firm breast and caressed her tiny
nipple into hardness before his lips took over and sucked the rigid points.
Her innocent young breasts throbbed with urgent longing as he tantalised the
aching nipples.
She had no resistance left to offer when his mouth returned to press against
hers. Her soft lips met his without a struggle and, knowing that she had lost
the battle, she whimpered despairingly against his mouth as she surrendered to
his kiss. Her lips pressed back against his and her tongue ventured timidly
to meet him. Her slender hips bucked under him as his fingertip tormented the
entrance to her helplessly eager vagina.
She knew that she should resist - she wanted desperately to resist but she
couldn't fight the powerful tremors of newly discovered pleasure that wracked
her innocent young body. The tip of his finger teased and tormented her tight
little cunt but it wasn't enough to satisfy the aching urgency of her body's
craving for fulfilment. Her avid pussy cried out for more. Why didn't he
push his finger all the way inside her? She was ready to come and she wanted
to be filled completely at the moment of her orgasm.
She knew instinctively, despite her inexperience, that his finger wouldn't be
enough to fill her. She needed more and her fevered brain realised that only
a man's cock would be enough. A corner of her mind still resisted but whether
it was rape or not, her body wanted a man's cock inside her when she came.
She wanted to be fucked properly. She wanted to feel the heat of his sperm
fill her as he came inside her at the moment of her orgasm. The incredible
sensation was becoming unbearable and, as it built towards the inevitable
climax, she knew that unless he put his cock inside her soon, it would be too
late.
Her mind screamed NO but her body was not listening as she tore her lips from
his to beg him to do something to relieve the relentless pressure.
The words froze in her throat as his finger withdrew from the suction of her
tightly clasping cunt with a faint pop.
Her puzzled disappointment turned to excited apprehension as he got on the bed
beside her. His weight shifted and she felt his hardness brush against her
leg as suddenly he was on top of her with his legs between hers. She was
afraid of what was about to happen and, despite every nerve in her innocent
young body screaming with urgent longing, she hated the stranger who was about
to rape her. Then she felt the uncompromising hardness of his swollen penis
leave a heated trail along her inner thigh as it moved slowly up between her
legs.
Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip as she felt the rigid
organ approach her vagina. She nervously clenched her hands into small tight
fists as his throbbing cock nuzzled along her moist slit. Then her breath
escaped in an explosive gasp as he pushed the bulbous end of his swollen cock
against the tiny entrance to her vagina.
He pushed harder and the youngster held her breath, suddenly afraid that she
could not possibly stretch enough to allow his enormous penis inside her. Her
velvet soft vaginal passage was wet and slippery and, when the pressure
increased, she screamed in relief as the tip of his prick slid effortlessly
into her.
She was so relieved that he had penetrated her so easily and painlessly that,
when he looked down at her and said, "You didn't tell me your name," she told
him.
"Trish - it's Trish," she whispered. Then she gasped breathlessly as she felt
the end of his hardness pulsing an inch inside her.
She lay as if in a trance and held her breath in fearful suspense as the
entrance to her virgin cunt gradually grew used to the presence of his penis
and began to send pleasure messages to the centre of her brain.
When his lips turned to feast on her breasts, her mouth opened and closed
soundlessly in mute ecstasy and every tormented fibre of her body shrieked in
exquisite frustration as his prick throbbed tantalisingly just inside her.
Desperate for fulfilment her hips began to push upwards, blindly seeking more
of him to satisfy her ravenous pussy.
"Do you want me to fuck you now Trish?"
Her mind screamed, "No", but her body wasn't listening.
"Yes - please fuck me."
He thrust harder and his prick penetrated another inch. Her tight passage
stretched painfully and the erotic trance was suddenly shattered. The agony
of his abrupt penetration jerked Trish back to reality and she screamed in
panic as she remembered that he was an intruder and he was actually raping
her. A total stranger was inside her body and he was hurting her.
"Aghh no! Take it out, it hurts. Please stop it's too big."
He ignored her cries and thrust his swollen organ another inch inside her.
The walls of her vagina stretched painfully and she screamed again, "Stop
pushing, it won't go in you'll kill me."
The youngster struggled frantically to escape the knifing agony as his cock
pushed and stretched her narrow passage but he was too strong and too heavy.
She sobbed helplessly in pain and frustration as she realised that whatever
she did or said now, it was too late. She'd just lost her virginity to a
complete stranger.
She felt his muscles tense and knew that he was about to penetrate her
further. She readied herself for the pain but nothing could have prepared her
for the searing agony that tore through her body. With a sudden final thrust
his massive erection filled and stretched her tiny cunt until he was fully
inside her.
The young girl screamed in sudden agony as her tortured vaginal muscles seemed
about to tear under the strain of accommodating his thickness and length. He
stifled her cries with his mouth and savoured the smooth tightness of her
virgin passage as it clasped his fevered erection like a hot velvet glove.
He felt every ridge and vein inside her as her vaginal muscles spasmed
involuntarily and squeezed his throbbing cock until he thought he would come
without moving himself.
As Trish sobbed from the red hot agony of her impalement, she heard him
muttering obscenities into her ear.
"You've got the tightest hottest little cunt that I've ever known."
Even if she had been able to speak, she wouldn't have known how to respond to
the stream of corrupt suggestions that he made.
She whimpered quietly, afraid of the pain and probable damage that he'd caused
her. The initial agony had faded to a dull ache which was bearable if she did
not move but he wasn't content yet. Ignoring her fresh cries of pain, he
slowly withdrew his penis almost completely and then inch by agonising inch he
sank its full length back into her. He repeated the action - and again. His
movements gradually built into a regular rhythm until eventually he began to
fuck her slowly and evenly.
Trish could feel every contour of his rigid cock as it pressed against the
tight slippery walls of her bruised vagina. Her abused muscles gradually
adjusted to the invading organ buried deep inside her. As the pain lessened,
she slowly grew used to the pumping hardness of his prick and the pain became
more bearable.
She was able to think and take notice. She had a man's cock inside her body.
A man's cock that she hadn't wanted or asked for. A man - a stranger - was
raping her and she was no longer a virgin. To make it worse, her body was
beginning to respond to the uninvited thrusting of her rapist's cock.
She told herself that it wasn't her fault. Her body had no way of knowing
that she didn't want this to happen, it was responding on a primitive level
that had nothing to do with what she was thinking. Her mind didn't seem able
to affect her body's reactions but her body was sending signals that seemed to
contradict her will.
As the pain lessened, her untutored hips began automatically to take up the
slow regular rhythm of his driving penetration. Despite her revulsion for
what he was forcing her to do, the exquisite sensation gradually returned.
The youngster strained upwards to meet his thrusts and he increased the tempo
until his inflamed cock was plunging deeply into her without any regard for
her recent virginity.
In the back of her mind, she knew that it was still rape - she'd said no so
many times but now she couldn't remember why. She was unable to resist the
powerful instincts that propelled her unwillingly into participation as her
slender arms locked around his muscular back and she pulled him desperately
into her. His hips rose and fell and she matched him thrust
for thrust as his prick plundered the depths of her streaming cunt. Their
boiling juices mingled, building their mutual ecstasy to a rushing crescendo
of frantic anticipation as with a final thrust his prick exploded its scalding
load into her eagerly waiting womb. As the hot liquid spurted and splashed
inside her, Trish gave a final elated scream and her slender body convulsed
into a shuddering orgasm.
She came again as her inexperienced pussy clasped the instrument of its
education and milked it dry before her abandoned hips slowed and stopped. His
semi-hard prick slipped from her ravaged cunt and lay wetly along her slender
thigh as she lay exhausted in his arms. She did nothing to resist as he
kissed her slender neck and licked and nibbled at her ear lobes.
She was conscious of his hand on her breast but she no longer had the energy
to protest. It would seem a bit pointless anyway after what they'd just done
- even if he had forced her to do it. Exhausted from her struggles she fought
against the post orgasmic tiredness that engulfed her body and mind but her
eyes refused to stay open and she finally slept. She had neither the energy
nor the will to fight him when she half woke to find him on top of her again.
She closed her eyes and feigned sleep as she tacitly allowed him to part her
legs and resigned herself to what was going to happen. She offered no
resistance when he began to penetrate her. There was no pain when he entered
her this time, but she felt no pleasure either.
She lay still and passively accepted the moving hardness inside her. He
fucked her silently and when he had finished, he rolled away from her inert
form without saying a word. She slept again and when she awoke he was gone.
There was a brief note scrawled on a scrap of paper beside her on the pillow
and the puppy had wet on the kitchen floor. She cleaned up the mess without
bothering to scold the puppy. She couldn't bring herself to stroke it and the
puzzled animal followed her, whining plaintively, into the living room.
She collapsed into the settee and cried until her throat ached. She hated
herself for allowing him to win, and she hated him for what he had done to
her. She hated all men because none of them were any different under the
surface. They were all animals and they used and abused everything that they
touched.
She ran a bath and scrubbed her body but she knew that she could never scrub
herself inside where she felt the dirtiest. Hours later she remembered the
note that her attacker had left. She read the words through a blur of tears
and screamed in rage as she tore the paper to shreds. She whispered the words
to herself and they echoed in her mind.
Trish was suddenly conscious of Trish and Allie on either side of her. She
was aware of the tears on her face and her friends' arms around her. Lucy
kissed her cheek and calmed her down. "If only we'd known Trish."
"Well it's not the sort of thing you tell everyone is it?"
"We're not everyone - we're your friends. We might have been able to help,"
said Allie.
"It's not that easy - telling people I mean," said Lucy. "You feel ashamed,
as if it's all your fault that it happened."
Allie looked thoughtful, "What did the note say Trish?"
Trish shuddered and stared blankly at her.
"Not much - just two words - that's all. The bastard! He wrote 'First
instalment' that's all."
"What does that mean?"
"What do you think? It means he'll be back for more."
"No wonder you hate men. It must have been terrible," said Allie, "You're so
brave Trish."
"Oh sure! Look at me blubbing like a baby."
"That doesn't mean you aren't brave," said Lucy, "it's just reaction.
Talking about it meant reliving what happened . You're bound to be upset."
"Is that how you felt then?" sniffed Trish.
"Not really, but it was different for me. It wasn't a stranger."
Allie looked as surprised as Trish and they both spoke at once. "Who was it?
Someone we know?"
"Oh yes, you know him all right. Give me a drink and tell you what happened."
Lucy finished what was left in the second bottle in one mouthful. She
surprised Trish with another kiss on the cheek and Trish smiled weakly at her.
"I'm all right now - it was just remembering it that got to me."
Lucy grinned at her, "I know - the first kiss was for you but I enjoyed it, so
that one was for me."
Trish blushed and put a hand to the spot where Lucy had kissed her. It still
tingled. She wasn't ready to admit it to Lucy with Allie listening, but she'd
enjoyed it as well.
"You'd better tell us what happened before you two start a full scale snogging
session," said Allie, demonstrating a perception that her friends had not
suspected she had.
Emboldened by the wine, Lucy said, "I didn't mean to make you jealous Allie.
She leaned over and placed a kiss full on Allie's lips. The younger girl
squirmed free and rubbed her lips with the back of her hand. She sat stunned
and scarlet faced for a moment until she had got over the shock.
She didn't want her friends to think that she was less sophisticated than them
and so she forced a shaky grin to her burning lips.
"This could turn into an orgy if Lucy has any more wine. I think you'd better
keep that last bottle away from her Trish."
Trish stared hard at Lucy as if she was trying to read her thoughts and then
passed her the bottle with a deliberate smile.
"I don't know about making Allie jealous - how come I only get a kiss on the
cheek?"
Lucy put the bottle of wine down without drinking any of it. She turned her
face to Trish and pressed her mouth to hers. She felt Trish tremble and,
without thinking about it, she slid her tongue gently over Trish's parted
lips. Her friend offered no resistance and Lucy slowly slid her tongue
between Trish's lips and into her mouth. Trish's tongue met hers briefly and
then they broke apart. Allie was aware of the kiss but she was too
embarrassed to notice how much further it had gone - she was impatient to hear
Lucy's story and to tell her own.
"If you two could save your lovemaking till later - I want to hear about what
happened to Lucy."
Trish took a long drink from the bottle. Her eyes were fixed on Lucy's while
she drank. Then, with a slow deliberate action, she kissed the opening at the
neck of the bottle and passed it to Lucy. Before she drank, Lucy returned
Trish's gaze and the tip of her tongue traced where her friend's lips had
been.
Allie sighed impatiently, "Come on Lucy, tell us what happened with Ollie.
Did you go out with him?"
"Of course I did - and you were right. Hands everywhere and not much else."
"So did you let him?"
"I didn't mind him touching my tits but I wouldn't let him go any further than
that."
"So what happened then? Is that when you got raped?" asked Allie eagerly.
"No, just be patient will you. He just got the hump and stormed off. The
thing is you were right about Mr Clarke as well Trish. Did he try anything on
with you?"
"He tried but he didn't get anywhere. That's why I had so many detentions -
the dirty sod wouldn't take no for an answer."
"I know what you mean - I got a detention for day dreaming in class. Remember
the other week when it bucketed with rain...."
Five more minutes and school would be over for the day. Lucy stared out of
the window and watched the rain cascading across the playground.
English was her favourite subject and Mr. Clarke was her favourite teacher but
the day was nearly over and she'd lost interest in the intricacies of
Othello's love life. She was planning her evening and her plans didn't
include Shakespeare.
It had been a week since she'd heard from Trish, and Allie seemed to be busy
every evening. They'd planned to meet tomorrow but she couldn't wait till
then. She'd have to phone and find out how Trish's interviews had gone. The
strident voice of her English teacher jerked her back to reality.
"Lucy! You're not paying attention. I don't think your work is good enough
that you can afford to ignore the lesson. See me in my study after school.
Perhaps you'll be able to concentrate better in your own time."
At that moment the final bell rang and Lucy cursed her bad timing. Another
minute or two and she would have been going home and now her plans for the
evening were ruined. She hoped that Mr Clarke wouldn't keep her behind for
long - she was having enough problems with her step-father without having to
tell him that she'd had detention.
She wondered if she'd get away with saying that she'd had to shelter from the
rain. The weather had been fine and dry when she left home that morning and
she hadn't bothered with a coat. She looked out at water streaming down the
windows and realised that her step-father would never believe her because it
looked as if she was going to get wet anyway.
Mr. Clarke's study was on the other side of the school and she was going to
have to walk across the playground in the rain to get there. She waited at
her desk till the other pupils had left, in the hope that the down pour would
stop but she was out of luck again. Five paces into the playground and the
rain began to beat down with renewed ferocity as though it had only been
waiting for her to step outside.
She arrived at her teacher's study soaked and shivering. Her long blond hair
hung in lank tendrils about her face and her blouse and skirt were sticking to
her slim body like a second skin. Her teacher had managed to stay dry
somehow, which added to Lucy's misery as she stood before him with her
drenched clothes dripping water onto the carpet.
He took a towel from his desk and casually tossed it to her.
"You're soaked through. You'd better get those wet clothes off." Lucy looked
quizzically at her teacher, "Sir?"
"What's the matter? Do you want to catch your death of cold?"
The youngster looked bewildered, "No sir, but I've got nothing to change
into."
"Put the towel around you until your clothes are dry and hurry it up, you're
dripping water everywhere."
"I can't undress in front of you. I'd rather go home and change."
Her teacher sighed impatiently, "I'm sure you would, but in case you've
forgotten, you're on detention."
Lucy hadn't forgotten. She was still wondering how to tell her parents about
it. She shivered - as much from nervousness as the cold, "I could do the
detention tomorrow Sir, it's not my fault that I'm wet."
"It's your fault that you're on detention, anyway tomorrow is inconvenient for
me. It has to be this evening. Now get out of those wet clothes and put the
towel round you. I'll light the fire and you can sit by it to keep warm while
your things dry."
Lucy's heart raced as she realised that her teacher was serious. He actually
expected her to undress with him in the room. The youngster felt torn between
the discipline that said she must obey her teacher and her instinct to
preserve her modesty. He obviously meant what he said but she couldn't take
her clothes off in front of him.
"Is there somewhere that I could change sir?"
He gave her a withering glance, "What's wrong with here?"
"I could go to the toilets and change", she suggested desperately.
"And run back here with just a towel around you? I don't think so."
The trembling youngster made a final plea, "Please Sir, could you leave the
room while I undress sir?"
"Are you suggesting that I'd want to look at your body child? That's a very
serious accusation."
"No sir, I don't think that. It's just that I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, I'm not even looking at you. Now, do as I tell you unless
you want detention for the rest of the term."
Lucy's green eyes widened as she stared back at him in astonishment. Then she
remembered - Mr. Clarke had kept Trish in detention for weeks on end. He
obviously meant what he said. Her voice sounded more defiant than she felt.
"You can't keep me in for not undressing sir."
Her teacher picked up a thin cane from the desk top and flexed it casually."I
can keep you in for disobeying me and I can do even worse for insolence."
He slapped the cane into the palm of his hand with a loud crack and turned
away to study the book shelves as though the matter was closed. Lucy felt a
cold chill of fear at the casual threat of violence. The frightened youngster
hesitated for a moment. There was no telling how real her teacher's threat
was but she decided that it would be safer to obey him than to risk the
alternative.
His back was to her as he bent to light the gas fire and he showed no sign of
turning round. Lucy hurriedly stripped off her skirt and blouse and grabbed
the towel. She struggled to cover herself, but what he had given her was
little bigger than a hand towel. It was obviously too small to conceal her
bust and her thighs.
While her teacher hung her clothes over a chair, She looked around for
something larger to cover herself but there was nothing in the room. The
young girl stood self consciously for several minutes and began to fidget
nervously as her teacher fussed with her wet clothes. He smoothed and
flattened each garment as he spread it over the chair. There was only a skirt
and blouse but he seemed to be taking his time over the job.
"Don't you wear pants Lucy?"
"Yes sir, of course I do."
"And a bra?"
"Yes sir?"
"They don't seem to be here. Are you still wearing them?"
"Y-yes, of course I am sir."
"Take them off then. You can't sit around in wet clothes."
Lucy trembled violently. She already felt naked and vulnerable without her
skirt or blouse. Surely he didn't expect her to take her bra and panties off
as well. He raised his head and stared at her with an air of expectation.
"I don't need to take them off sir. I'm sure they'll dry all right while I'm
wearing them."
"Of course they won't Lucy. Please stop behaving like a silly child and take
them off."
Lucy set her mouth obstinately and pulled the scrap of towel more tightly
round her shivering frame. She had no intention of stripping naked in front
of anybody and she was ready to argue the point.
Her teacher crossed the room purposefully and for a moment Lucy panicked as
she thought that he intended to strip her himself. She clutched the towel
more tightly and backed away but her teacher went straight to his desk and
picked up the cane.
Lucy's eye's opened wide in horrified amazement as he gripped the end of the
cane and flexed it experimentally. It took several seconds for the young girl
to appreciate the real enormity of her situation.
Her teacher obviously intended to threaten her with a beating unless she took
everything off. He surely couldn't be serious. The anxious youngster decided
to call his bluff. He could say what he liked but she was not going to take
her bra and pants off. She wished that she had gone home to get dry instead
of meekly doing as he had ordered, but it was too late now. She stood in
silent defiance and waited for him to back down.
Her teacher was equally silent. His face was grim and his lips set tightly as
he silently raised the cane. Lucy still did not believe that he would really
strike her until she heard the whistle of the thin cane and felt the stinging
lash as it smacked her bare thigh. She screamed in pain and surprise but the
cane was already lashing out at her other leg. The blow landed and she
squealed again. A thin red stripe appeared on the fleshy top of each leg and
she desperately hopped backwards to avoid the next blow.
"You can't do this. It's not allowed, I'll report you to the authorities."
She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on both legs,
just below her buttocks and this time the burning pain brought tears to her
eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Trish. She'd had
plenty of detentions but she'd never mentioned being caned. Now that Lucy
thought about it, she realised that Trish had never really discussed her
detentions at all. Was this the reason for her secrecy? Had Mr Clarke done
the same things to her?
"You're in no position to tell me what I can do Lucy, and it will be your word
against mine if you report it. The marks will have faded before you get home.
Now get those wet things off before I give you a real caning." The tearful
youngster was too frightened to reply. She was sure that if she said anything
at all, he would hit her again. Hot salt tears streamed down her cheeks as
she turned her back on her teacher and removed her bra. She dropped it to the
floor and struggled to peel off her wet panties with one hand while she
clutched the towel around her with the other.
Her teacher picked up the flimsy garments in silence and sat down at his desk.
To Lucy's surprise, he ignored her as studied the flimsy damp scraps of
material in his hand. She waited silently, expecting him to hang her
underwear with the rest of her clothes but he appeared to be absorbed in his
thoughts. It was as if he had forgotten she was in the room.
Too embarrassed to speak, she coughed nervously and hoped he would notice her.
He looked up and stared at her as if he was surprised to find a near naked
girl in the room.
"Yes? What is it?"
She pointed to her underwear. "My things - aren't you going to hang them up
to dry sir?"
He looked down at his hand. "Ah yes, Sit down then Lucy."
He indicated an old armchair opposite his desk and, still struggling to
preserve her modesty, Lucy sank into it. The sagging springs gave no support
to her weight and she slumped into an almost horizontal position that allowed
her teacher to see to the top of her legs and beyond.
She hastily crossed her legs and frowned in bewilderment. He'd said that he
wasn't interested in her body but his gaze was focused intently between her
bare thighs. She noticed that he was still holding her panties and bra,
turning them in his hand and manipulating them between his fingers. Her legs
still smarted but the pain was fading and a warm pulse was spreading through
her thighs.
The bizarre situation was more frightening and confusing because it was so
unexpected. She had always liked her English teacher - in fact, like most of
the girls in her year, she'd fantasised about him. Her fantasies had never
included pain and humiliation. They had mostly been romantic situations based
on what she'd read in magazines. This was real and she was no longer sure
that she even liked her teacher. She had always been a good student and had
thought that Mr Clarke liked her, but now everything seemed to have turned
upside down.
He'd beaten her and forced her to undress. Now she was alone and naked in the
man's room and he was in complete control of her fate. She chided herself for
letting her imagination get the better of her. So he'd hit her. Plenty of
pupils got caned didn't they? Not many of them sat in their teacher's study
without their clothes on though. To be fair, it wasn't his fault that she'd
got wet. Maybe he really was thinking of her welfare when he insisted that
she strip totally. Of course there was no more to it than that. He was her
teacher and, even if he was quite good looking, he was almost old enough to be
her father. As if he would be interested in a seventeen year old girl who had
next to no experience of boys let alone men.
She fretted nervously as her teacher continued to stare silently at her
semi-naked legs. It was becoming more difficult to convince herself that he
had no interest in her body. He shifted his gaze to where the inadequate
towel barely covered her firm breasts and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you Lucy, but you must see that I can't allow a student
to defy me."
"Yes sir," she said sullenly.
"I don't expect you like me much at the moment but I'm as upset as you about
it."
Lucy doubted that but decided to say nothing. Her thighs were still throbbing
with ... what?... It wasn't pain now. It was a pulsing warm glow that made
her think about Gary for some reason.
"If you're wondering why I kept you behind Lucy, it's because your work has
been slipping, and I want to know why."
"There's no reason Sir. I didn't realise that I was behind."
The teacher got up and paced slowly around her chair.
"Is something worrying you? Boy trouble perhaps?"
"I haven't got time to think about boys. My step-father says there's plenty
of time for that after my exams."
"And what do you say?"
"I suppose he's right. My school work should come first."
"That's true but all work and no play sounds unhealthy to me. You're
seventeen now aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
Most girls of your age think about boys and sex all the time and I doubt
whether you're any different especially if you haven't got a boyfriend. No
wonder your work is slipping."
"I don't think about it at all," she lied and hoped that he couldn't see her
flush as she said it.
"What? When there's a dozen boys from St Marks hanging about by the school
gates every afternoon. Are you expecting me to believe that you can walk past
those boys and not even think about sex for a moment?"
"It's embarrassing walking past them sir. They call out after us and say the
most obscene things."
He smiled understandingly, "I know, I have to chase them away most days. A
few of them are quite persistent like dogs waiting for a bitch in heat." Lucy
blushed to roots of her blond hair this time. Despite the crudity of her
teacher's words, she knew exactly what a bitch in heat felt like. The boys
remarks were crude and obscene and she always pretended to ignore them but she
couldn't ignore the thrill of excitement that their words ignited in her.
She'd seen her teacher talking to the boys, Gary among them, and threatening
to see their headmaster if they came back. His threats never stopped the hard
core of dedicated studs ones - like Gary.
"It's quite natural to think about sex at your age you know. You're an
attractive girl Lucy - haven't you ever been out with a boy?"
Lucy blushed at the direct question and fidgeted uneasily under her teacher's
gaze. He was definitely staring at her breasts, and she was very conscious
that her nipples were still hard from the cold rain. She was sure that he
could see them jut out through the towel. Why was he so interested in her sex
life, or lack of it, anyway? It was true, she certainly did think about boys
a lot, and her lack of practical experience didn't stop her from thinking and
wondering about sex - especially after her date with Gary. She wasn't about
to admit that to her teacher though.
"I'm not really interested in boys sir."
The teacher continued to circle her chair and Lucy was forced to swivel back
and forth to keep him in sight. The movement of her body made it difficult to
keep the towel in position and it constantly slipped, exposing teasing
glimpses of her naked torso.
He shook his head in disbelief, "Don't you like boys Lucy?"
"Of course I do. I mean yes Sir. At least I suppose I do, but they don't
seem to like me much."
"Why not? You've got a bright personality and you're certainly pretty
enough."
Lucy flushed self consciously. She wasn't used to personal compliments from
older men, especially teachers, and she wasn't sure what she should say. She
decided to ignore the compliment.
"I suppose they prefer girls who let them.... You know ...."
The teacher stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the confused
youngster.
"Let them what? What are you talking about girl?"
"Kissing and touching and things like that Sir."
"Your English is certainly slipping if you can't explain better than that
girl. What do you mean by things like that?"
Lucy blushed with embarrassment. How could she explain the clumsy fumbling of
vulgar schoolboys when she barely understood it herself? The whole subject
was embarrassing and why would her teacher want to know anyway. He wasn't
interested in her problems. He'd just hit her hadn't he?
"I'd really rather not talk about it sir."
His hand moved towards her face. Lucy flinched, but he put his finger gently
under her chin and tilted her head up till her eyes met his. She was
surprised to see concern in his face.
"I'm not going to hurt you Lucy. I wouldn't bother talking to you about this
if I didn't care about you."
Lucy felt suddenly guilty. Her step-father didn't care about her, except to
touch her when her mum wasn't around. Her mum didn't care that much either or
she'd never have married the perverted pig. Her teacher was the only adult
who had taken an interest in her problems. Maybe he really did care about
her. The trouble was that her step-father's behaviour had made her suspicious
of all men. Maybe her teacher was different. Maybe Trish had been wrong
about him after all.
"It's a bit embarrassing talking to you about it sir."
"There's no need to feel embarrassed with me Lucy, I've heard it all in my
time. I do understand how you feel though. You don't have to tell me if you
don't want to."
"It's all right. I trust you sir."
"Have any boys tried to touch you?"
She hesitated but she knew that she didn't dare to say anything about her
step-father. "No Sir, I wouldn't allow that."
Lucy thought back to the only boy she had been out with. Trish and Allie had
been right about Gary. He'd spent half the evening clumsily trying to get his
hand inside her blouse and the other half trying to get his hand into her
panties. He'd almost succeeded too - and what was worse, she had wanted him
to succeed, except that each time he'd touched her, she'd been reminded of her
step-father. The date had been a total disaster except that, whenever she
though about it now, a strange tingling feeling crept through her thighs and
tummy. How was she supposed to tell Mr. Clarke that?
"I can't believe that no boys have touched you at all. They must have tried,
a pretty girl like you."
She blushed, "Yes Sir. One did touch me, on the bust."
"Breast Lucy, the word is breast. I thought you liked English."
"Yes Sir I do. It's my favourite subject."
Her teacher smiled cynically. "I wouldn't expect you to say that you hated
it. So he touched your breast did he?"
Lucy squirmed uncomfortably. Her teacher was still holding her underwear and
she was sure that he was staring at her breasts while they were discussing
them. Her erect nipples refused to subside. The more her teacher talked
about her breasts the harder her nipples grew. She didn't want to discuss
Gary with him - he'd think that she was just another bitch in heat. Besides,
she hadn't even told Trish or Allie yet about her date with Gary.
"Do you think my clothes will be dry yet Sir?"
"Why? Are you feeling cold?"
"Yes sir, this towel is too small and I'd feel better with my clothes on."
He ignored her and took a bottle from the shelf and filled two glasses.
"Here drink this, it'll warm you up a bit."
Lucy looked at the glass of amber liquid suspiciously.
"What is it sir? It's not alcoholic is it?"
"It's medicinal. Drink it up, it won't hurt you."
He handed the glass to Lucy and as she reached for it the towel slipped
exposing her firm breasts to his gaze. She snatched the towel back to cover
herself and almost dropped the glass. She scrambled to balance the glass and
pulled the towel up too far. Her teacher was treated to an unrestricted view
of her slim thighs and the barely concealed swell of her sex. He smiled
tolerantly as Lucy blushed in confusion.
"I can see why boys try to touch your breasts. They aren't very big yet but
they're well shaped and they look very firm."
Lucy blushed more deeply. She was confused by the constant shifting of the
conversation to intimate matters that were none of his business. She gulped
at her drink and almost choked as the whisky burned her throat. It tasted
terrible to her untutored palate but as the alcohol warmed her stomach, the
glow spread like a gentle caress into her breasts and thighs.
"You're meant to sip it. You really are a strange child. Don't you like
compliments then?"
"I don't mind compliments but it feels strange from you. I mean - what you
said was very personal and you are my teacher."
"I'm also a man Lucy. And I'm talking as a man who thinks that you're very
attractive. Firm shapely breasts, slim waist and I can't pretend that I
didn't see those long legs and lovely thighs."
Lucy felt the heat of blood as it rushed to her face. She also felt something
else that she couldn't define. Each time he mentioned her breasts they
tingled as if in response to his attention. She was flattered by the older
man's attention but she felt uneasy about the way he was talking. Surely her
teacher shouldn't say things like this to her.
"You really are very beautiful Lucy. I just can't understand why you're
ashamed of such a perfect body."
She couldn't understand why he kept talking about her body, especially as he
seemed to regard her as little more than a kid. She sipped her scotch and, as
the fiery spirit coursed through her veins it intensified the heated sensation
in her breasts and thighs. The alcohol was also making her feel more relaxed
and confident. She made up her mind that she wouldn't allow her teacher to
intimidate her.
"I'm not ashamed of my body Sir, I'm just not used to discussing it with my
English Teacher."
"Of course you're ashamed. You say bust instead of breast and you've probably
got some baby word for your vagina as well."
Lucy was uncomfortably aware of the growing sensation in her breasts. Her
nipples stiffened and chaffed against the rough towel as her teacher taunted
her. When he mentioned her vagina she felt it trigger a warm dampness between
her legs.
She bit her lower lip as she tried to hide her embarrassment behind an air of
defiance.
"I'm not ashamed of anything."
"Not even boys who feel your breasts?"
"It's not my fault what boys want to do, I've done nothing to be ashamed of."
Lucy knew it was a lie. Even now, her breasts throbbed urgently with an
urgent desire to be touched and she felt her face flush hot with shame. If he
would just stop talking about them she could stop thinking about them and the
feeling might stop. She gulped more scotch to cover her embarrassment but it
only fuelled the unwanted arousal. Her nipples were aching and so hard that
her teacher couldn't fail to notice their excited condition.
She was surprised when he apologised in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry if I upset you. Of course you've got nothing to be ashamed of - in
fact you should be proud of your body."
He smiled reassuringly and Lucy forgot her embarrassment. Maybe he wasn't
such an ogre after all. He did have a nice smile when he forgot about being a
teacher. It was easy to see why so many of the girls had a crush on him. If
she kept him sweet he might even let her go early. She smiled back cautiously
and decided that he'd like her more if she tried to be more adult.
He must have thought that she was immature and childish to be shocked by what
was evidently normal adult conversation. Whatever he said, she vowed silently
to be pleasant and polite to him.
"I'm sorry too, for being over sensitive," she said impulsively.
He smiled broadly, "That's all right it was my fault for badgering you."
He paused and looked directly into the youngster's wide green eyes.
"Tell me one thing though, what word do you use for your vagina?"
Her heart jolted at the sudden switch of mood and she pressed her thighs
together tightly in an attempt to stem the warm moisture that seeped from her
awakened vagina. She didn't want him to see that he had shocked her but more
importantly, she couldn't let him see how his words were arousing her.
"If I have to talk about it, I use the same word as you," replied the
youngster trying to ignore the nervous thudding of her heart.
"Say it then, don't be embarrassed about a word."
Lucy hoped that he would be satisfied if she obeyed. Uncomfortably aware of
the pulsing heat and moisture between her legs, she lowered her head and
mumbled the word softly.
"I didn't hear that, did you say vagina, Lucy?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, done. You see it's not hard is it?"
"No sir."
Her teacher leaned back nonchalantly and smiled encouragingly at her.
"Of course vagina is Latin - sounds very medical. I'd rather use the English
word, wouldn't you?"
Lucy must have looked as confused as she felt.
"You do know the English word, I assume?"
"I don't know what you mean sir."
"The correct word is cunt. Do you ever say cunt Lucy?"
Lucy blushed scarlet at his casual use of what she considered an obscenity.
"No Sir, I couldn't."
"Nonsense! It's only a word. Half of the population has a cunt you know.
You've got one haven't you?"
Lucy sat in silence. She was too embarrassed to answer him. The insistent
spasms of her vaginal muscles made her only too aware that she had a cunt.
She was also aware of her teacher's eyes gazing at the barely concealed
junction of her thighs as if he was reassuring himself that she did indeed
have a cunt.
Her pulse raced as she imagined that he might be able to see through the
towel. She had the irrational idea that somehow he might detect how wet she
was down there. Her pulse between her thighs seemed to throb as though it was
aware of the older man's attention.
"Well have you got a cunt or not Lucy? You don't seem to have a tongue."
She nodded sheepishly. "Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir what?"
"Yes Sir I have."
"Of course you've got a cunt. That's what all those boys are after. As far
as they're concerned, it's the most important part of your body. The sheer
number of cunts in this school is what keeps the boys hanging around the
gates. Your cunt is the most powerful magnet in the world and you can't even
say the word."
"No sir", she mumbled sheepishly.
When he put it to her like that, it seemed petty and childish to avoid using
the word.
"Have you ever said cunt Lucy?"
She nodded again, knowing that he would never believe her if she denied it.
"To the boy who likes to touch your breasts, I suppose."
"No Sir, I've never said that to a boy."
"Did he try to touch your cunt Lucy?"
Her voice was a whisper, "No Sir, I wouldn't let him."
"So he did try then. Why wouldn't you let him Lucy?"
"I didn't want him to. I was frightened."
"Frightened? What of?"
"I don't know. I suppose I was afraid that he'd go too far."
Her teacher smiled sympathetically as Lucy drained her glass. The alcohol was
starting to affect her and she was beginning to feel a little more relaxed.
His smile was encouraging and she wished that she had been more truthful. She
was sure that he would have understood if she had been completely honest.
Gary had gone further than she had admitted to her teacher. She'd allowed him
to fondle her small breasts through the thin material of her blouse because
she didn't know how to stop him. There didn't seem to be any real harm in
letting him do it and she had no idea what was normal on a first date.
The young girl had been unprepared for the feelings that his clumsy caresses
would arouse in her and she had returned his kisses with enthusiasm. Her
breasts ached and burned under his hands with an urgency she had never known
and she had not objected when Gary moved one hand onto her knee. She knew
with excited apprehension what he intended to do next. She felt a gradual
pulse build between her thighs until she was throbbing with anticipation.
Gary started to slide his hand up inside her short skirt and she was suddenly
damp with expectation. As his hand slid up between her smooth thighs, her
legs opened instinctively to allow him access.
She was burning with curiosity and desire. She wanted to feel his touch on
her but, as his fingers reached the hem of her panties, she panicked and
pushed his hand away. Gary hadn't understood her confusion and she couldn't
explain it. They had argued pointlessly until he had called a prick teaser
and left in a sulk. He still hung around the school gates with his friends
but, since that day, he'd made a point of ignoring her. The teacher got up
and refilled her glass. When he went back to his chair and sat down, Lucy
shifted the minuscule towel in a futile attempt to hide her thighs from his
intense stare. She was painfully aware that she had allowed herself to become
as aroused by her teacher's words as she had by Gary's hands.
He leaned back nonchalantly in his chair and spoke casually.
"So if you could have been sure that he wouldn't go too far, you'd have let
him touch your cunt, is that right?"
Lucy said nothing. She had no idea how to answer. The bewildered youngster
was trying to work out what the conversation was about and why her teacher was
talking to her like this. He repeated the question.
"Well? Would you have let him? There's nothing to be ashamed of you know."
Lucy muttered, "I suppose so, if it didn't go any further."
Her teacher nodded, "That's right, there's no harm in it, and it would have
felt good too wouldn't it?"
Lucy didn't know if it would have felt good but she had certainly wanted it at
the time. She drank some more of her scotch, the taste wasn't so bad now and
the warm glow sent tendrils of pleasure snaking through her body that she was
beginning to enjoy. She still could not understand why her teacher wanted to
know so much about her? Out of all the girls in the school, why had he picked
on her?
He waved his empty glass with a gentle laugh.
"You'd better pass the bottle Lucy before you drink it all."
Lucy struggled to extricate herself from the sagging armchair. As she stood,
the alcohol hit and she felt a wave of dizziness. With one hand holding the
bottle and the other trying to keep the towel in position she tried to keep
her balance, and failed. The bottle slipped from her grasp and as she grabbed
for it, she lost her grip on the towel. For a moment she stood completely
exposed before her teacher's fascinated stare. Mortified with embarrassment
she scooped up the scrap of cloth and hurriedly wrapped it around her exposed
body.
"You were right Lucy. You have got a cunt, and a very pretty one at that. It
seems a shame that you can't even say the word. It's an even bigger shame
that no-one has ever touched it, or do you touch it yourself?" Lucy's green
eyes flared with indignation. Her anger was barely hidden beneath her
embarrassment.
"No Sir I don't."
She put the bottle on his desk and retreated to the armchair.
"Are you in love with this boy Gary?"
"No, of course not."
"But he touched your breasts and you would have let him touch your cunt. Were
you very excited Lucy?"
"I don't know. I suppose so."
"But you're not in love with him. Would you let anyone touch you if it felt
nice then?"
"I'm not a tart if that's what you mean."
He shook his head, "I'm sure you're not Lucy. I just wondered if it would
feel the same if any boy touched your cunt."
"I don't know. No-one else has tried so I've never thought about it."
"Suppose I touched your cunt. Do you think it would feel good?"
Lucy held her breath for a panic stricken moment. How could her teacher say
things like this to her? It would have been an embarrassing suggestion if she
had her clothes on but for him to propose touching her there while she was
naked made the fantastic idea almost possible.
Despite her shock, Lucy felt the pulse in her vagina turn to an insistent
throbbing. The alcohol was playing strange tricks on her mind. She imagined
her teacher's fingers on her heated pussy and her body was responding to the
thought. She shook her head mutely, suddenly afraid of the situation. He
might be her teacher but he was acting very strangely. This was a side of him
that she'd never seen nor even suspected existed.
"Well what do you think?"
She couldn't admit to him that not only was she imagining what it would feel
like but that she was growing excited by the thought. She lied desperately.
"You're my teacher sir, I wouldn't even think about something like that."
Maybe he was interested in her. The idea fascinated and frightened her but
mostly it excited her. She still had the image in her mind of his hand
between her legs moving upwards and... No! He was her teacher and she was
only seventeen.
She tried to change the subject,
"How long is my detention sir? I really can't be too late home."
He stood and crossed to where she was sitting.
"You can't go home naked and your clothes aren't dry yet. Don't you like my
company?"
"Yes Sir, but my parents will be worried if I'm late."
"Do you want to phone them and let them know where you are?"
"What will I tell them? I daren't say that I'm in detention, my step-father
will go mad."
"Just tell them the truth, that I'm giving you extra tuition. In fact it
might sound better if you say that it was your idea. I'll talk to them first,
if you like, so that they know it's true."
He pushed the telephone across the desk and got up to stand beside her. Lucy
tried to reach for the telephone and the towel slipped again. For a moment
she was in a dilemma whether to drop the phone or let the towel fall. Her
teacher caught the corner of the towel and held it against her shoulder. His
fingertips accidentally grazed the side of her breast.
Lucy trembled with the thought that it may not have been an accident at all.
Her breast burned hotly where he had touched her and she suppressed a sudden
urge to lean forward and press herself against his hand. Her teacher appeared
not to notice the brief caress or the effect that it had on her.
"You'd better dial then, we haven't got all night, unless you can think of a
very good excuse for your parents."
He laughed to let her know that it was a joke but Lucy was no longer sure.
She was acutely conscious of the tingling in her erect nipples and her fingers
trembled as she dialled the number. Her teacher quickly explained the
situation to her step-father and then handed the phone back to Lucy. She
began to speak but, to her horror, her teacher suddenly let go of the towel.
The scrap of cloth fell from her shoulder and, with both hands occupied, she
was helpless to prevent it from slipping down to her lap.
Relieved that he was behind her, and unable to see the stimulated condition of
her nipples, she tried without success to juggle the towel back into place.
Her teacher murmured an apology and reached over her shoulder to recover the
towel. This time there was no mistake. As he reached for the towel, his hand
brushed deliberately over her naked breast. She was unable to suppress a gasp
as the friction of his hand on her nipple sent a shudder of excitement through
her body. She struggled to keep her voice normal as she spoke to her
step-father but she knew that her teacher must be aware of the effect that his
touch had on her.
She was acutely conscious of the pressure of his hands holding the towel in
place on her naked shoulders. Lucy felt his fingers move so imperceptibly
that she couldn't be sure if she had imagined it. Then the fractional
movement increased slightly until there was no doubt that her teacher was
gently stroking the smooth skin of her upper arms.
Unable to protest with her step-father listening on the phone, she was forced
to sit in helpless rage as her unscrupulous teacher took advantage of the
situation. His hands moved softly on her shoulders, leaving an electric
thrill in their path. The insidious caress was both soothing and stimulating
and she gradually began to relax and enjoy the sensual massage, after all it
was only her shoulders, there was no harm in that.
She caught her breath as his roving fingers widened their circle and slid
slowly down her trembling arms. Then his hands deliberately brushed across
her breasts and the youngster's heart pounded wildly as her already rigid
nipples responded instantly to the gentle friction. His fingers grazed back
and forth with a feather soft touch that made her nipples ache and pound with
desire for more. Lucy could hardly believe it was happening.
The alcohol haze and the urgent erotic pulsing of her breasts made the
situation feel like a strange dream. Her step-father was in no hurry to end
the conversation and her teacher was making the most of the situation.
The tantalisingly gentle stimulation was driving the young girl to distraction
when suddenly both tormenting hands closed over her firm breasts. She gasped
out loud at the intensity of feeling that exploded through her body. She was
suddenly frightened of her own body's lack of control. She didn't want this
to happen.
She desperately wanted to tell her step-father what her teacher was doing to
her. She wanted to beg him to come and get her but she was terrified of his
reaction. She knew that he would blame her for the situation. Every time her
step-father touched her he said that it was her own fault for flaunting her
body. He'd want to know what she was doing in her teacher's study without her
clothes on and Lucy wasn't sure how that had happened anyway.
Her teacher was not content to simply hold her, his hands stroked and squeezed
and gently massaged the youngster's breasts until they throbbed with an
intensity that she had never experienced before. The aching pulse was
building and spreading through her trembling body. Sparks of fire ignited in
her vagina and Lucy felt hot wetness flood her bare thighs. Her step-father's
voice was a dim blur as she fought to keep her breath steady. She was sure
that her lungs would burst, when her teacher suddenly released her.
Her relief was short-lived as his invading hands glided smoothly down her
ribcage to her slim waist. Lucy tried to squirm away from his unwanted touch
as she struggled to keep her voice normal. Her stomach muscles spasmed and
she suppressed a gasp as her teacher's trailing fingertips stroked her silken
belly and then moved down to her lap. He plucked the towel away and, threw it
to one side as he moved round and knelt in front of her. He lowered his head
and kissed each trembling knee softly.
Lucy's voice shook as she spoke to her step-father. He was chatting about
nothing in particular and the terrified youngster tried to answer normally as
her teacher's lips moved from her knees to kiss her thighs.
She finally managed to blurt out a weak excuse and hung up but the phone but
her teacher hadn't finished.
Lucy paused in the telling of her story and studied the shocked faces of her
two friends.
"I tried to phone both of you when I got home but you'd both gone out. I
really needed someone to talk to. From what you said before Trish, I though
that maybe you already knew what happened to girls in Mr Clarke's study.
You'd certainly have had the chance to find out and Mr Clarke had certainly
had enough opportunities to show you. I even felt a bit jealous in case I
wasn't the only one that he fancied."
"I tried to warn you Luce. I didn't want to tell anyone what he was trying to
do to me but I wasn't the only one. He tries it on with a lot of the girls.
I don't know whether he gets as far as he did with you but be careful - I
think he's married."
Allie looked almost disappointed.
"I thought you said that you were raped. I'll admit he came pretty close but
you wanted it in the end. That wasn't as bad as what happened to Trish."
"You sound as if you wish he had raped me. I've got to be honest, I probably
wouldn't have complained too much if he had forced me. I was pretty far gone
on scotch by then and I do fancy him."
"You want your head tested, messing about with a teacher Lucy. He can't offer
you anything. He can only hurt you," said Trish.
She watched Lucy's reaction carefully. She'd never have suspected that Nobby
Clarke would have tried it on with her. Lucy was so innocent and vulnerable -
it made what their teacher had done seem worse some how, as if he'd spoiled
something precious. She silently promised herself that he wouldn't get away
with it.
"It still wasn't rape though,"Allie insisted.
Trish put her arm round Lucy's shoulder and hugged her.
"I should think that it was more than frightening enough Allie."
"If it makes you any happier Allie, I was raped. It just wasn't Mr Clarke who
did it."
Allie paused in the act of lighting cigarette. She choked on a lungful of
smoke,"My God! You mean there's more?"
Lucy nodded and reached for the bottle again. While she drank, Trish let go
of her and stood up and stretched.
"That floor gets hard after a while."
Allie laughed, "You're getting old Trish. Your joints are starting to seize
up."
Trish sat on the bed and groaned, "You're probably right Allie but I'd rather
be comfortable than proud."
Lucy offered the bottle to Allie but she shook her head.
"I feel a bit woozy and I don't want to fall asleep in the middle of you
getting raped."
Lucy got up and passed the bottle to Trish. She sat next her on the bed and
then fell back to a lying position.
"You're right, the floor does get a bit hard after a while."
She lay still for a moment collecting her thoughts and remembering. Thoughts
and memories that she knew she wouldn't share with her friends flashed through
her mind....
She remembered waking reluctantly with a pounding headache. She opened her
eyes cautiously and shut them rapidly. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt and, as
she moved in her bed, the backs of her thighs stung as if they were sun
burned. She wasn't sure what day it was, but she knew that if it wasn't the
weekend, she was too ill to go to school.
The thought of school cleared the fog from her brain and she slowly recalled
the previous evening. No wonder she had a headache after the amount of scotch
she'd drunk.
As the memories returned, piece by piece, she groaned in dismay. How could
she face Mr Clarke after what had happened? It was his fault of course, but
that wouldn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
She pictured herself sitting in the classroom, surrounded by thirty other
girls, while she and her teacher tried to pretend that nothing unusual had
happened between them. Pretending that he hadn't forced her strip naked or
caned her before he assaulted her. Pretending that he hadn't plied her with
whisky and tried to seduce her. No! he hadn't just tried, he'd succeeded.
His hands on her breasts, moving and stroking as he made her feel sensations
that she'd never suspected she was capable of. His eyes gazing into hers as
his hands pried her legs apart and then his eyes shifting to focus between her
legs where fingers crept along her thighs towards... The memory was vivid and
fresh enough that she could almost feel his hands on the soft sensitive skin
at the top of her legs. A familiar feeling started faintly pulsing between
her thighs and she pressed her legs together tightly as if to protect herself
from her teacher's hands. She tried to blank the memory from her mind, but
the pressure of her clenched thighs only intensified the feeling. Little
sparks of pleasure, that she remembered only too well, rippled through her
body and she groaned with a mixture of shame and pleasure.
She drifted in a sensuous mist of pleasure as she recalled her teacher's
touch. Still drifting in a half awake erotic dream, the young girl had no
idea when her hand had moved but it was on her breast and she could feel the
taut nipple under her thin nightie. Her breast throbbed and, without
thinking, she squeezed it gently. This was how it had felt when he'd stroked
her breast. In her half dream, she imagined that it was her teacher's hand
and she let his fingers graze over the erect nipple.
Lucy had never masturbated before and, even in her half awake state, she
hesitated for a brief moment before sliding her free hand slowly under the hem
of the short nightie.
She gasped as her fingers touched the wetness between her thighs. She tried
to imitate the movements of her teacher's hand and slowly the distinction
blurred. It was his hand on her breast and it was his fingers teasing the
hard little bud of her clitoris.
Her breathing quickened as her slim fingers coaxed the smouldering feeling
into an explosive fire of raw sexual energy, slipping along the wetness of her
pulsing slit and teasing around the entrance to her vaginal passage just as
her teacher's had.
More images flashed into her mind, this time of herself holding her teacher's
erect penis through the material of his trousers. He hadn't forced her to do
that. The whisky had certainly given her the courage to do things that she
would never have dared to do normally. She almost cried out and bit into her
pillow to stifle the sound and, as her climax approached, she remembered how
frightened she'd been and how desperately she had wanted him inside her.
She timidly investigated the taut well of her fevered vaginal entrance with
one slim finger. There was no discomfort and the slippery heat seemed to
invite her finger to trespass further. She pushed nervously and, with a faint
pop, her finger tentatively insinuated itself into her no longer virgin
passage.
She pushed her finger a little further and as her vaginal muscles clasped it
tightly, in her fevered imagination it was her teacher's swollen penis sliding
into her body. It would definitely be too late to say it now and somehow the
words didn't sound very convincing anyway.
"Please don't fuck me sir.... I don't want you to fuck me ...!"
She was lost in a world of erotic imagination as her teacher pushed the full
length of his hardness into her. Her entire body shuddered with ecstasy and
she screamed into her pillow as her orgasm engulfed her in a wave of mindless
ecstasy.
She lay back in contented exhaustion and decided that she definitely was not
well enough to go to school. A day in bed would give her time to sort out her
feelings about her teacher. She would also have the whole day to herself in
bed and she'd just discovered that bed meant more than sleep - much more...
Allie's voice jerked her back to the present.
"Lucy! Have you fallen asleep? We're waiting to hear what happened."
"Sorry, I was just collecting my thoughts."
Trish put her hand on Lucy's leg and squeezed it gently.
"Take your time Luce - Allie just wants the gory bits."
"No I don't," protested Allie. "I just want you to get on with it so I can
tell you what happened to me."
"I'm sorry Allie. Anyway, the weekend really dragged. I know it sounds bad
but I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Clarke and what it would be like in
school on Monday...."
Monday was never Lucy's favourite morning but this time it seemed to take
forever to arrive. Staying home for the day on Friday had made the weekend
that much longer and, apart from her new-found pleasure in masturbation, the
time had dragged with predictable dreariness. Her imagination could only
carry her so far and by Sunday she had begun to imagine the worst.
She tried to picture what school would be like now that her relationship with
her English teacher had changed. She had worried all through Friday about
what he would think when she failed to arrive for lessons.
Maybe he would think that she had reported him after all, or that she was too
embarrassed to face him. Maybe she was nothing special to him anyway, and
when she had not been there he'd kept one of the other girls behind for
detention. Morbid thoughts of her teacher filled her mind for three long days
as her imagination ran riot with the possibilities but by Monday morning she
had reached a decision.
She left home a half an hour early in case her teacher was there already.
She saw Gary waiting with his friends by the school gate. She'd never
realised before that they picketed mornings as well but then she'd never been
this early before. She hesitated before crossing the road. It seemed unfair
that she had to tolerate their abuse twice in a day.
She watched the boys horsing around and laughing at Gary's impression of Mr
Clarke. He was a talented mimic and could imitate the teacher's voice
perfectly. So perfectly that Lucy felt a tremor run up her spine at the
familiar sound. Gary's act wasn't funny anymore. He and his friends appeared
childish against the maturity of Mr Clarke.
She was mildly surprised to discover that it had no effect on her when Gary
made his usual exaggerated point of ignoring her. She wished that his friends
would follow his example.
The catcalls and whistles reminded her of why they were there. Sniffing after
bitches on heat. Hunting like pack dogs searching for a willing cunt. Well,
they were out of luck with her - except... She felt the familiar moisture
between her legs. Even, expressed in its crudest form, there was something in
her that responded to their obvious display of lust.
She prayed that he would be early. She had to speak to him before school
started. It would be impossible to sit through a lesson with him until she
had told him what she had decided. She knew that the decision might not be
hers to make. He might not want to see her again, but even if he did, she
knew it was not possible. In the cold light of day she'd reluctantly
acknowledged that she was too young to be involved with a man of his age and
it was better to finish it now before it got out of control.
The classroom filled with noise and bustle as the girls began to arrive.
Through the giggling and whispering she managed to pick up the morning's
gossip. The main subject seemed to be that Mr Clarke was having another set
to with the boys at the school gate and Lucy tried to swallow her
disappointment that she wouldn't get to talk to him.
The teacher arrived late and breathless. After apologising to the class, he
asked Lucy if she was feeling better. At the sound of his voice, her words
stuck in her throat and all she could do was nod.
The lesson dragged interminably and Lucy was hardly aware of what it was
about. Her mind was already distracted and she noticed, with a pang of
jealousy, each time that Mr Clarke spoke to one of the other girls or when he
stopped and leaned over their desks to help with a problem.
She also noticed that he didn't ask her any questions and not one of his
remarks was addressed to her. It was as if she wasn't there. Either he was
deliberately ignoring her or he had simply dismissed her from his thoughts.
She knew in her mind that it didn't matter. It saved her having to tell him
that she wasn't going to see him again, but she wished that her mind would
relay that information to the lump in her throat.
She tried to banish him from her thoughts and concentrate on her work, but
every time he spoke to one of the other girls her throat tightened and ached.
When he smiled, she knew the smile was not for her and she felt hot tears
sting her eyes. How could he just ignore her after what they had done
together?
She tried to catch his eye after the lesson but he was looking the other way.
By the time she'd made her way to the front of the class, he was talking to a
group of girls who were hanging onto his every word with unashamed expressions
of devotion on their impressionable young faces.
Then he was gone before she had the chance to speak to him. The afternoon was
net-ball and Lucy pleaded a painful period and stayed in the classroom. She
hated Mr Clarke and the way he had used her. How dare he ignore her like
that? And how was she going to wait till tomorrow for another chance to talk
to him?
The afternoon lasted forever and Lucy wondered if school would ever be the
same again. She knew that her life had changed now. Her teacher had taken
her virginity and shown her her first orgasm and she had loved it. This is
what she and her friends had talked and wondered about. What had been a
school girl myth was suddenly real, and over the weekend she had relived it
again and again alone in her bed.
With Trish working and Allie pre-occupied with a new boyfriend, she chose to
walk home alone. She ran the gauntlet of braying youths and noticed that Gary
was absent for the first time in weeks.
She went out of her way to avoid the other girls on the way home. She
couldn't face the laughing and giggling and whispering brigade today.
Perhaps, she reflected, she would never be able to again.
Her teacher had shown her something wonderful but she had lost something else.
Like her first day at school, like her first period, like her mother's second
marriage, a little bit of her life eroded away each time.
This time she had lost her innocence and she knew, that with the knowledge she
now possessed, she could never think, or laugh like a child again.
She was so lost in her morbid thoughts that she didn't notice the battered old
Ford pull into the curb in front of her until she drew level with it.
The passenger door squeaked open and her heart raced as a familiar voice
called to her.
"Lucy, get in quickly."
She shook her head determinedly and walked past the car door.
"No, I'm going home."
"I'll take you."
"No thanks, I'd rather walk."
The car cruised slowly next to her with the door hanging open.
"Lucy, we have to talk."
She tossed her head petulantly and stared at the sky.
"You weren't very keen to talk to me in school, so what's so important now."
"We are, you are. I couldn't trust myself to talk to you in school."
Her footsteps slowed and she turned to the open door.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't talk to you from a moving car."
The car stopped and she got in. Her teacher accelerated away immediately.
He drove in silence for a few minutes until Lucy noticed that they had missed
her turning but she said nothing. She didn't want to go home yet.
"Well? What do you want to say?" She said sharply.
"Lots of things. Is there somewhere quiet that we can stop and talk?"
"What about your study sir?" she replied acidly.
He didn't reply and Lucy wondered if she had gone too far. Her voice softened
a little.
"There's a lorry park down the road. It's not used much at this time of day."
He drove into the lorry park and stopped behind an abandoned trailer that hid
them from the road. Lucy was shocked when he turned and she saw his face
close up. His eyes were bloodshot and bruised as if he hadn't slept for a
week.
"What's happened to you? You look as if you've been in a fight."
He shrugged," I haven't been sleeping that well."
Part of her still wanted to hurt him and the words came out before Lucy could
stop them.
"Guilty conscience I suppose."
He smiled faintly, "Probably, but I hadn't seen you for three days. I was
worried ... I missed you."
Her head felt giddy and her heart pounded so fiercely that she was sure he
would hear it.
"Really? You really missed me? Do you mean that?"
"Well of course. Did you think that I'd just forget about you? I haven't
thought of anything else for three days."
Somewhere inside, a thin tight wire snapped. All the stress and worry that
had built up over the weekend erupted out of her as she covered her face with
her hands and burst into tears. Her teacher took her hands gently and held
her shaking body tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her hair
and calmed her. Then he looked into her tear streaked face and kissed her
gently. Her lips were wet and salty from her tears, but they were also
deliciously soft and as he licked the salt from her lips, her tongue ventured
timidly to meet his. He kissed her harder and as comfort turned to passion
and their lips mashed hungrily, Lucy remembered what she had to tell him, but
now was not the right time.
His hand moved over her ribs and gently held her breast through the thin
material of her blouse and she didn't protest this time. She murmured a faint
objection when she felt his fingers unfasten one of her buttons but his mouth
covered hers and the words were lost. She counted the buttons as they popped
loose one by one and then his fingers were busy on her bra fastening. She
knew that she had to stop him before he went too far but now his hand was on
her naked breast and a familiar sensation rippled through her.
"No please, not here, someone will see."
"They won't, don't worry."
He bent his head and engulfed one firm nipple in his mouth. It hardened
immediately as he nibbled and sucked on it. Lucy sighed and stroked his head
as the feeling that had been smouldering inside her all day flamed into new
life. She thrust her firm breasts forward to him as he shared his attention
between them. Her breasts throbbed with fresh urgency and she groaned with
frustration. She knew that there was nothing they could do in the car that
would offer the release that she wanted.
Then his hand was under her skirt and between her legs. She shook her head in
refusal but she did nothing to stop him as his hand slid smoothly along the
silken softness of her slim thighs. Lucy leaned her head back against the
seat and whispered no, but they both knew that she didn't mean it. Her legs
parted to allow his hand access to her. She was still whispering no but she
knew that he'd ignore her half hearted protests anyway.
She was wet already when his fingers touched the soft swelling through her
panties. She twitched with excited anticipation as he stroked her with
unbearable lightness. His other hand did something with the lever at the side
of her seat and it reclined suddenly so that she was almost lying down. She
murmured no again as his fingers slipped inside her panties but she didn't
want him to stop. He found her clitoris and manipulated it skilfully while
one of his fingers slid up inside her. She came quickly and would have
screamed out loud if his mouth had not covered hers and muffled the sound.
She lay back with her eyes closed until the tremors in her body had faded.
She didn't know what to say to him. This wasn't the right time to say that
she wouldn't see him again, not after letting him do that to her. It hadn't
been like the last time. She'd had a choice this time. He hadn't forced her
into his car and the lorry park had been her idea. She'd wanted somewhere
quiet so that they could be alone because she'd half hoped and half known it
would happen - but what about him? What had he wanted?
He hadn't spoken a word to her while he was touching her. No words of
encouragement or appreciation. No words of love. Was it love or just sex.
It was as if he had done it just for her and he'd had no real pleasure from
the act. Maybe he got his pleasure from exciting her. Had he been excited?
She slid her hand up his thigh. She had to know if he was as aroused as she
was. Her questing fingers found reassurance. The hard swelling jerked under
her hand as she touched him. With her eyes still closed, she idly stroked her
teacher's erect penis through the material of his trousers and he groaned with
frustration.
Lucy's eyes flicked open as she realised what she was doing. She stared in
fascination at the sight of her English teacher who was rapidly losing all
control. The young girl suddenly realised the power that she held as she
casually stroked his trouser front and his body jerked in response. The
situation was reversed now. He was her teacher but if she had the nerve to
use the situation, he was completely under her control. She couldn't deny
that she had loved what he had done to her but the first time had been against
her will and she still wanted revenge for her humiliation.
She gazed innocently upwards into his eyes as she gently drew her slim fingers
along the length of his swollen organ. He groaned and pushed forward to
increase the pressure but she withdrew her hand and shook her head.
"What are you doing now sir?"
"I'm not doing anything. It's you."
"What? Do you mean this?"
Her finger returned to graze a lazy path along the length of his erection.
"What have you got in there sir? It feels very big."
"You know very well what it is, and you know just what you're doing to it."
"Tell me sir, what baby name do you have for your thing?"
"A penis, it's a penis."He managed to gasp. Still gazing into his eyes with
guileless innocence, the young girl wet her lips with the tip of her tongue as
she gave his trouser front another careless stroke.
"That's funny, I thought penis was Latin. It feels like a cock to me. A
really hard cock."
She ran her finger lightly down the swelling, enjoying his groans of
frustration as her finger tips rested lightly on the sensitive end of his
erection. The young girl flashed him a chaste smile that contradicted the
slow deliberate movement of her fingertip on the rigid column in his trousers.
"Do you think that you can say cock sir?"
The teacher gaped at her innocent expression as he struggled to retain his
position of authority.
"Yes, I can say cock. I haven't got any hang-ups about words."
"That's good, so what do you want me to do with your cock sir?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have to say it, nothing to be ashamed of you know. What should I do with
this hard throbbing cock sir?"
"Touch me. I mean stroke my cock."
"But that's what I'm doing."
He groaned helplessly as she demonstrated with another wicked stroke.
"You want more than that don't you?"
"Yes.. yes, I want.. I want aahh..."
"You want me to play with you, isn't that right? You want me to wank you off,
don't you?"
"Yes, wank me off. Please wank me off."
Lucy gave his bulging trousers a final tantalising stroke and her teacher held
his breath as the youngster started to open his zip. She paused and cocked
her head enquiringly.
"You did keep me in detention so you could assault me didn't you?"
"No, I just wanted to talk. I've always liked you. I suppose I got carried
away and abused my position."
Lucy smiled disbelievingly and slowly pulled his zip open.
"Did you keep Trish behind just to talk to her, or did you abuse your position
with her too."
"No - I didn't abuse her or my position."
"I'm glad. I wouldn't like to think of you with anyone else."
She slid her slim hand into his trousers and tried not to show any reaction as
she held a man's penis for the first time in her life. The distended organ
throbbed and jerked in her cool grip and somehow she knew what to do. She
pulled his engorged cock through the opening in his trousers and studied it
curiously. Her teacher sat next to her trembling with barely suppressed
desire while she coolly examined his swollen penis.
She hadn't known what to expect but it was bigger than she'd imagined. She
shivered a little from fear and excitement as she realised that this was what
he had put inside her. What, despite her decision, she still wanted him to
put inside her. It made no difference - she knew that they couldn't do
anything in the cramped confines of the car, especially in public, but gazing
at the taut throbbing length of male flesh made her wish that she had the
courage to let him try.
There was a small bead of transparent liquid on the end and she touched it
curiously. Her teacher jumped and gasped out loud. She grinned up at him
impishly and deliberately slid her thumb lightly across the wet tip. His cock
jerked frantically and he groaned in frustration.
She ignored his agonised moans, and calmly curled her slender fingers around
the rigid organ and squeezed it gently. His hips thrust forward and Lucy
understood what to do. She held his cock firmly and moved her hand up and
down slowly. She could tell from her teacher's harsh panting that she was
doing something right and she pumped his throbbing cock with a steady rhythm.
When his excitement mounted to the point where his body was shaking, she
paused and slid her thumb teasingly across the slippery tip. All the time her
wide green eyes gazed calmly up into his.
"Am I doing it right sir?"
"Yes, you're doing fine. Just don't keep stopping."
Lucy paused and stroked the hard length of him with a tantalising gossamer
soft touch, her long nails lightly grazing the tip of his bursting organ.
"I don't know what you mean sir."
"Yes you do. Stop that."
"But I like doing it."
"Lucy please stop teasing me. Make me come!"
Her wide green eyes stared coolly into his face."I've never done this before
sir - will it be messy?"
"Don't worry - Use my handkerchief. Just stop teasing me."
"In a minute sir. Do you think we may need that hanky soon"
Her teacher fumbled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it into her
free hand as she resumed pumping his frantically jerking cock. She was
enjoying the control that she had over him even though she had no idea what to
expect when he did come. She knew that there would be an ejaculation, but
that was just a word. She had no idea how much to expect or how it would
arrive. She had made up her mind not to show any surprise at anything that
happened. Her teacher's breath was becoming more uneven and his body spasmed
every time she squeezed and moved her hand on his penis so she knew it
wouldn't be long in coming. Her innocent young face betrayed nothing as she
spoke quietly.
"Is that all right sir? Am I doing it properly?"
Too breathless to speak, he nodded mutely. Lucy smiled angelically up at him.
"I expect you'd like to put this inside me now, wouldn't you? I expect you'd
really love to fuck a bitch on heat right now."
Her words triggered his climax and he had no time to reply as with a last
drawn-out groan of pleasure he flooded her hand with his sperm. She was too
surprised to get the handkerchief into place and the hot liquid spurted over
his trousers. She stared in fascination at his sperm. She wished that he had
been able to put his cock inside her body so that all that hot sperm would be
inside her now. The thought sent a warm glow through her satiated pussy.
She touched the warm liquid curiously and, knowing that he was watching, she
raised the finger to her mouth and licked it with quick flick of her tongue.
She gave his penis a final gentle squeeze and as she withdrew her hand, she
smiled brightly and whispered in his ear.
"Was that all right? Do you think I'd get good marks for that sir?"
Her teacher fell back in his seat exhausted. His voice trembled slightly.
"Yes Lucy, I'm sure you'd get good marks."
She smiled shyly and wet her lips with a tantalising flick of the tip of her
tongue. Her teacher reached for her, his hunger still unsated, but she
wriggled away with a teasing giggle. As he reached for the young school-girl,
she suddenly jumped in alarm as a movement outside the car caught the fringe
of her vision.
"There's someone watching," she yelped.
She pulled away and frantically tugged her skirt straight. She fumbled
furiously with her buttons and cursed herself for letting this happen where
they could be seen. Her teacher leaped from the car to investigate but he
found nothing.
"There's nobody there. Are you sure that you saw someone?"
"I don't know. I thought I saw something move. It frightened me."
He pulled her to him and kissed her but the mood was gone. She struggled free
of his arms and pushed her seat upright.
"I've got to go. I'll be in trouble if I'm late. Please take me home."
Her teacher started to argue and then shrugged resignedly. He helped her to
fasten her blouse. He kissed her gently and started the car. At the top of
her road he stopped the car and as Lucy opened the door he grabbed her wrist.
"Do I have to give you another detention to see you again?"
She summoned up her nerve and decided that it had to be now. It felt like
throwing away a part of her, as she whispered,
"I can't see you again. I'm too young to get involved with you, and you're my
teacher. I haven't even decided if I like you after what you did to me."
"I'm sorry for that but I really like you and I want to see you again Lucy"
"I know what you want - you want to fuck me again and I've already told you,
I'm too young."
"But you encouraged me!"
"Did I?" she said innocently.
As she walked away, she called back to him, over her shoulder.
"You do know that I'm underage don't you sir?"
He looked puzzled.
"Even if I begged you to do it. Legally you raped me," she said softly.
"Bloody hell Lucy! That was guaranteed to get him drooling after you. And
you reckon that I live dangerously," said Allie.
"It didn't feel like that at the time," said Lucy. "I just wanted to wind him
up a bit."
Trish laughed out loud and threw her self backwards on the bed and waved her
legs in the air.
"I'd say that you definitely wound him up more than a bit Luce. You're going
to have to be careful though - it sounds like it's getting a bit out of hand."
"Sounds like she was getting a bit in hand," laughed Allie. "Did you find out
if anyone really was watching you?"
"Oh yes - I found out. I got a phone call that evening."
"Oh wow! Who was it?"
"Don't be impatient Allie. Lucy's telling it - let her do it her way." Lucy
gave Trish a look of thanks. She had a sudden urge to hug her but she was
afraid of what Allie would think. She was also afraid that it might turn into
more than a hug. She could still feel Trish's tongue on hers and the thought
excited her. She was sure that Trish had enjoyed their shared secret but she
felt that it was one of those things that would be spoilt if they spoke about
it.
There were definitely some things that she couldn't bring herself to tell
either of her friends. Somehow it seemed all right to talk about what she'd
done with Mr Clarke and Gary - she could blame them for her actions. She
couldn't admit to them what had happened when she'd got home that evening.
There was no-one to blame for that but herself.
Her step-father was home early and she'd found an excuse to retreat to her
room, soon after tea. She wasn't in the mood for his suggestive comments and
innuendoes. She flopped onto her bed, without bothering to change out of her
school uniform and hugged her pillow for comfort.
She'd spent most of the day confused and angry because her teacher had ignored
her, but now that she had spoken to him, she was just as confused.
He'd initiated her by force into a sexual relationship which, in one sense,
made him as bad as her step-father. She had to admit to herself that she
liked him but was that why she had enjoyed what he'd made her do?
Had he done wrong by making her face something that she must have wanted
anyway? Was it him that she wanted or was it just the fantastic feeling that
he had generated in her body?
The only thing she knew for sure, was that now she'd discovered how good it
could feel, she wouldn't want to stop. She smiled as she recalled that she
had proved that this morning, alone in her own bed
She needed time to think about what to do. Common sense told her that it had
to be wrong. She was too young to be involved with a man of his age - and he
was her teacher. She hugged her pillow more tightly but it did nothing to
relieve the vague feeling of emptiness. She began to wish that she had
allowed her teacher to finish what he had started in the car. She knew that
it would be easy to relieve her frustration but masturbating while she was
half asleep didn't seem as bad as doing it in cold blood while she was wide
awake.
She pulled her pillow closer and wrapped her legs around it. This was how it
would feel if her teacher was making love to her. His body would be pressed
against her and she would grind her breasts against his chest as he pushed his
erect cock up between her legs. The pillow didn't have a cock and she groaned
her disappointment as she caressed the cold linen and imagined it was her
lover's muscular back. Her hand reached the bottom of the pillow and by
pressing hard through the down with her fingers it was like she imagined a
man's hardness would feel as it urged itself against her. Her hand slid under
the fabric and it felt a lot more like a cock pressing against her thin
panties demanding entry.
She had her back to the door when it opened silently. Her imaginary lover had
just pulled her panties to one side and her finger was his cock. As she
slipped her finger inside, her step-father cleared his throat and she froze in
terror.
"What are you doing up here on your own Lucy?"
He couldn't see her hand but she knew that her skirt was rucked up at the
back. She could feel his eyes on her thighs and buttocks. She hated the idea
that he could accuse her of flaunting herself at him but she was afraid to
face him in case he guessed what she'd been doing. She mumbled into her
pillow.
"I was just resting ... I'm tired."
She felt the springs of the bed give as her step-father sat on the edge.
His hand rested casually on her calf and she shuddered in revulsion. He
seemed not to notice her reaction as he idly stroked her leg.
"It must be all that growing you've been doing. You're not a little girl
anymore."
Lucy pulled her leg away and snapped at him.
"No, I'm not, so keep your hands to yourself or I'll tell mum."
He put his hand back on her leg - above her knee this time. He caressed her
thigh as far as her panties and his fingers rested lightly on her behind.
"You won't tell anyone anything. You know that you love me touching you and
one of these days....."
Lucy's voice was cold. "Did you want something or did you just come in here
to molest me?"
"Your English teacher, he's on the phone."
Lucy leaped to her feet, unaware of the view of her wet panties that her
step-father had just been treated to.
"Why didn't you say? What does he want?"
"How would I know? I didn't ask."
He stroked her backside as she passed him. "Maybe he wants some of this."
"Not everyone is a twisted pervert like you...."
"Lucy, are you still with us" said Allie.
Lucy jumped, startled from her reverie. "Yeah, I was miles away"
"I could have sworn that you hadn't moved," grinned Trish.
She placed her hand on Lucy's leg as if in confirmation that she was indeed
sitting next to her. Her hand ran lightly up Lucy's thigh.
"Yep, you're definitely here."
She went to remove her hand but Lucy put hers over it gently and Trish left
her hand where it was. Allie was too preoccupied to notice as Lucy edged a
little closer to Trish. Their thighs touched and Lucy trembled with a feeling
that she recognised only too well. It frightened her little to think that she
could be excited by another girl.
"So when are you going to get raped Luce? You're really dragging this out
now."
"Okay - okay. Where was I? Oh yes - I got home from seeing Mr Clarke and ran
into the usual aggro from the step-father."
"What do you mean aggro?"
"I told you before - touching me up and stuff like that," said Lucy.
"Anyway - I was in my room and he came up to tell me there was a phone call
for me. He said it was Mr Clarke so I ran down stairs and grabbed the phone
before Mum got to it..."
Her step-father followed more slowly, hoping to eavesdrop on her conversation.
Lucy glared at him and he grinned mockingly as he passed her. His hand
brushed her thigh and she felt hot breath on her ear as he spoke.
"One day Juicy Lucy, one day."
She ignored him and spoke softly into the mouthpiece. "Sir?"
"Lucy, is that you?"
"Of course it is. Why are you ringing?"
Her teacher's voice was urgent.
"I have to see you right away Lucy. I know who it was in the lorry park."
The young girl went cold. So there had been someone. How much had they seen?
"Who? Who was it?"
"I'll explain when I see you. Can you meet me? Make some excuse to your
parents?"
"Where are you?"
"Meet me in the lorry park in half an hour. You'll be all right, it won't be
dark for a couple of hours yet."
The lorry park was empty. Lucy walked around the trailer that they had parked
behind earlier. Maybe he was parked in the same place. The back of the
trailer hung slightly open but there was no sign of her teacher's car.
"Lucy?"
"Sir...? Where are you?"
"In the trailer Lucy. Make sure that nobody's about and climb up."
The young girl glanced around nervously but there was no-one to be seen.
She clambered awkwardly through the open tailgate and peered into the
darkness. She held out her hands and was relieved when she felt a reassuring
grip to steady her. The tail gate swung shut with a squeal of rust and a
light flashed into her face.
"Hello prick-teaser."
"Gary? What are you doing here? Where's....
"Where's your pervy English teacher? Is that what you mean? Well, he
couldn't make it, so I came instead."
"What do you mean, he couldn't make it?"
Gary laughed behind the torch beam.
"He didn't know he was supposed to."
"But he phoned me. Where is he?"
"Oh yes, the phone call. 'Hello Lucy, meet me in the lorry park.' is that the
one?"
Realisation hit Lucy like a cold wave. "It was you on the phone."
"That's right. Pretty good eh? I've been practising. It's a shame we
couldn't talk longer on the phone, I expect you'd have had all sorts of sexy
things to say to sir, wouldn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act innocent Lucy - I saw you earlier. He couldn't get enough of you -
all over you he was. Please put your hands on my tits sir. Please put your
hand up my skirt sir. What a big cock you have sir. Has he fucked you yet?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, and anyway it's none of your business
Gary."
She squinted against the glare of the torch as Gary directed the beam into her
eyes.
"After the way you led me on, you little prick tease, and then you let him do
whatever he wanted with you. He's old enough to be your father. You turned
out to be a right little tart didn't you?"
"It's none of your business Gary. Now you've had your silly little joke, I'm
going home."
"Not yet prick tease. We've got unfinished business."
Lucy turned for the trailer door but the torch went out and she was in total
darkness. She screamed at Gary to turn the torch on as she groped for the
door catch. He grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her further into the
trailer. His free hand was on her hip. It moved down her thigh to the hem of
her short skirt and stroked her bare leg.
"Better keep the noise down prick-tease, we aren't the only ones around here."
"What do you mean?"
"I told some of the guys to be here at seven. It's up to you. We can wait
till seven and you can try to accommodate all of them or it's just me and I'll
make sure that you're out of here before they arrive."
"What are you talking about Gary? Accommodate them for what?" He laughed
crudely and his hand moved up her leg and under her skirt.
"Don't act innocent - not after what I saw. There's about sixteen guys coming
Lucy and they're all expecting to get laid. Trouble is, there only seems to
be one piece of pussy for all of us. You'd better decide quickly.
D'you want to be fucked by sixteen guys, or just me."
"You must be mad, you'll never get away with it."
"I am mad. I'm mad at you but you're going to make it up to me and if you
tell anyone, I'll tell them what you've been up to with your English teacher.
Think about it Lucy, sixteen guys. Sixteen cocks all eager to fuck that
lovely little pussy - and most of them will want more than one go at you. You
won't be able to walk for a month."
The terrified young girl was sure that he'd gone mad but she was equally sure
that he meant what he said. She froze, unable to move as his hand explored
her upper thighs. When she still offered no resistance, he released her wrist
and then both hands were under her skirt. Lucy didn't try to stop him when he
pushed the short skirt up to her waist and trailed his thumbs across the front
of her brief panties.
He crooned a sigh of satisfaction as his thumbs pressed, one each side, onto
the soft swell of her pubic mound. Lucy trembled violently as he stroked the
soft mound through her panties. A week ago she'd dreamed about herself and
Gary, but that was before her teacher had shown her how crude and clumsy the
teenager's style of seduction was. His arm circled her waist and he pulled
her to him. His hips ground against hers and she could feel his erection
rubbing her through her panties.
"I assume that you've decided," he gloated.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked in a dull voice He shone the torch
into a corner of the trailer. There was an old mattress on the floor and he
pushed her towards it.
"Everything Lucy. Your prickteasing days are over. I'm going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before."
"But I haven't ... I mean he didn't."
"He didn't fuck you?"
She shook her head. "I've never done it with anyone," she lied desperately
"So my cock will be the first one to get inside that tight little pussy of
yours will it?"
She nodded reluctantly. "I can't stop you but I don't want it and I'll hate
you for it Gary."
He laughed crudely. "Maybe you won't after I've shown you what a prick is
really for instead of just teasing. Maybe you'll love it so much that you'll
beg me not to stop. You might even realise what a wanker your teacher is."
"I won't love being raped and that's what this will be."
He leered and thrust his hand roughly into her crotch. He rubbed her crudely
through her thin panties and pressed his finger into the cleft. She trembled
with shame and revulsion at his clumsy touch but he paid no attention to her
distress.
"I don't care whether you want it or not, but you'd better start acting like
you love it or I'll leave you for the others."
She shivered with fear at the thought of what sixteen boys would do once they
lost their self control. Gary mistook her trembling for sexual arousal and he
redoubled his efforts. She whimpered softly as he increased the pressure of
his hand on her tender pussy and slipped one finger under the hem of her
panties. He probed at her crudely but there was no pleasure for her.
She stood passively while he tried to arouse her but she was still dry when he
forced his finger inside her. Lucy gasped with pain but he ignored her until
he pushed his finger inside her up to the first joint and she moaned as the
sharp pain knifed through her.
"I knew you'd love it, you cockteasing little bitch, but why should you have
all the pleasure. Get my cock out and we'll see how much teasing you can do
before I fuck you."
He pulled his finger roughly from her sore vagina and forced her to her knees
on the dirty mattress. The frightened youngster was relieved that he wanted
her to masturbate him. If she made him come then he wouldn't be able to do
anything else. It was suddenly very important to her that she saved herself
for her teacher. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with his zip and pulled
it open. His erection sprang out and she was surprised that it was so much
smaller than her teacher's.
She touched it nervously and Gary sighed with satisfaction. He undid his belt
and his jeans fell to the floor. Lucy waited as he stepped out of the jeans
and moved closer. She could smell the heat of him as he thrust his erection
towards her. She stroked the wet tip with her thumb and curled her fingers
around the erect shaft as she had with her teacher but Gary shook his head.
"Not like that!"
The reluctant youngster looked puzzled.
"What did I do wrong? Don't you like that?"
"I can wank myself, I want you to suck it Lucy!" She froze in horror as his
words sank in. She shook her head in disgust.
"No! I'm not doing that."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up towards him. He tightened his grip
and she yelped with pain.
"I said suck it. Now do as you're told."
He rubbed the end of his cock across her lips and Lucy shuddered with
revulsion as he pushed the bulbous end against her mouth. She could feel the
slippery liquid that oozed from his cock as it coated her lips and she tried
to turn away. He pulled harder on her hair and her scalp burned with pain.
There was no escape and as he pressed and rubbed the slippery tip against her
mouth, the lubrication helped him to slide the first inch between her
reluctant lips. She almost choked as he kept pushing until her mouth was
full. She was forced to move her tongue to make room for his invading cock
and, as it slid across the sensitive end of his penis, it fuelled his
eagerness.
He sucked in his breath sharply and thrust further into her warm mouth and
then he fucked her lips slowly. She felt that she would choke if it went any
deeper and she grasped his cock in one hand to prevent any further
penetration. The added friction of her hand as he plunged his cock between
her lips, made him more excited and he fucked her mouth furiously. His body
arched as his muscles tightened and he thrust his hips forward in a motion
that Lucy recognised. He was about to come. She pulled away in panic.
"Not in my mouth! You can't do that!"
He groaned in frustration and then suddenly smiled.
"You're right, I can't fuck you and come in your mouth."
He pulled her to her feet and his hands were on her thighs again. He hooked
his fingers into the top of her panties and tugged them down to her knees.
They slid the rest of the way and the flimsy material fell around her ankles.
The loss of her panties convinced her that he was really going to do it and
Lucy wished now that she'd let him come in her mouth. It would all be over by
now and she would be safe from what was to follow.
She shivered in the chill air when he pulled open the buttons on her blouse
and tore her bra loose. He pushed her unresisting body back onto the dirty
mattress. She whimpered softly as he clamped one hand on her breast and her
skin crawled as she felt his other hand wander freely over her stomach and
between her legs. Despite his clumsiness, the insistent movement of his hand
was enough to moisten her and he was quick to notice.
He probed her opening with his blunt finger but it wasn't the gentle slow
insertion that she had done to herself. He was quick and brutal and her
internal muscles had no time to adjust to the sudden invasion. His finger
felt like a knife and she screamed as sharp pain lanced through her belly.
Then his finger was inside her and she sobbed softly as she felt the roughness
of his skin scrape the delicate lining of her vagina.
The youngster's abused internal muscles slowly adjusted to the callous
invasion and her tender pussy walls gripped his finger. She didn't dare to
resist in case he carried out his threat but she had no intention of assisting
him either. She lay still and tried to shut her mind to what was happening to
her body but she groaned in despair as, despite her loathing, she felt herself
grow slowly wetter in response to his clumsy groping.
Gary grunted with satisfaction and Lucy flinched as he withdrew his finger.
He pulled her legs apart roughly. The cold air on her moist pussy made her
feel more naked and vulnerable than ever.
Then he was on top of her, forcing himself between her legs. She could feel
his hardness pressing against her as he thrust his hips roughly against her.
He slid his cock head along her wet slit and, despite herself, Lucy felt a
shock of pleasure shoot through her vaginal nerves.
She bit back the surprised murmur of pleasure as he slipped his penis back and
forth along the sensitive cleft between her pussy lips seeking her entrance.
Then his hard cock grazed her clitoris and she was unable to stifle the soft
sigh that escaped her lips.
He found her opening by sheer luck and wedged the tip of his erection in her.
She tried to pull away as he rammed the head of his penis against her but
there was nowhere for her to go. He pushed harder and she yelped with pain as
he entered her. He wasn't gentle or patient as her teacher had been.
This was nothing like her half awake erotic fantasies. The pain was real and
she was forced to accept that this was really happening. He was actually
inside her body. She stopped struggling and lay limp and motionless as her
abused young body reluctantly strained to accommodate his swollen organ. Too
frightened to move, in case she added to the stabbing pain of his presence
inside her, she clenched her fists and grunted with pain as, with each thrust,
he penetrated a little further. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him
and every inch that he gained convinced her that there was no more room inside
her. There was more of him than she had realised.
His erection felt a lot bigger inside her than it had looked and she wondered
how much more it would have hurt if it had been her teacher's much larger cock
that was thrusting into her tender pussy.
He pushed once more and he was fully inside. She could feel his hardness
pressing against the tender walls of her aching vagina and she had to accept
that he nothing could stop him from having his way. The worst of the pain was
over but she felt a dull ache as his eager cock throbbed with an insistent
pulse inside her and despite her repugnance it felt oddly satisfying.
He grunted with satisfaction and then a louder but puzzled grunt of
disappointment. Lucy felt the hot rush of liquid flood her vaginal walls. He
pushed her away roughly and his rapidly deflating organ slipped out of her.
She stared at him in derision. "Is that it then?"
He shouted at her in anger and embarrassment. "You kept me waiting too long.
It wasn't my fault."
"So what? You got what you wanted didn't you?"
"But you didn't come. You're supposed to enjoy it as well."
"You can't be so stupid that you expect me to enjoy being raped, especially by
someone who can't even do it properly."
"It'll be better next time, I promise."
"There won't be a next time Gary. If you ever come near me again, I'll tell
everyone how useless you are."
She fumbled for her clothes in the dark and as she stood up she felt the
sticky warmth of his sperm trickle down her thighs. She had shut off her
emotions while he had forced her to do what he wanted but now the leaking
stickiness on her legs awaked her to reality. He'd taken what he wanted and
used her like an object. He'd taken something irreplaceable from her life and
it had meant no more than a moment's pleasure for him. She realised in that
moment that he had no real feelings for her at all other than sex. Her buried
anger surfaced and she hissed viciously at him.
"I might still go to the police Gary. You raped me and you didn't even know
enough to use anything. You may have got me pregnant."
"You won't go to the police, your precious teacher would get done as well"
Lucy detected the edge of uncertainty in his defiant tone. She knew that she
had scored. She had lost the battle to keep him out of her body but revenge
was still an option. She decided to enjoy her moment of power over her former
friend.
"You can't prove anything about Mr Clarke, but I can prove that you raped me.
I've still got your disgusting sperm dribbling down my legs. How do you think
you'll enjoy prison Gary. No young girls to rape there - lots of men who like
young boys though. Maybe you'll get to find out what it feels like to be
raped."
He sounded worried now. "You can't prove it was rape. I'll say you wanted
it."
Lucy surprised herself with the speed of her response. She smiled grimly and
her voice was cool as she bluffed him.
"You can say what you like but I'm under age and that's rape."
He didn't just sound nervous now - Lucy could hear genuine fear in his voice
and she almost felt sorry for him.
"I thought that you'd like it once we started," he said sullenly.
"And I suppose you thought that I'd enjoy all those other boys that you
arranged to rape me as well."
"There wasn't anyone else. I just said that to frighten you."
Lucy thought about what he'd said for a moment and almost laughed at the irony
of what had happened.
"Do you mean that if I'd tried to walk away, you'd have let me?"
"What else could I have done? I wouldn't have hurt you. I love you"
"So you proved your love by raping me. Very romantic Gary. You are so
pathetic."
Lucy was thrown into confusion by his confession. As far as she could see,
when men said I love you, they just wanted to fuck you. Maybe love was
different for men. Her step-father claimed he loved her but he couldn't keep
his hands off her body. What her teacher had done to her had been a kind of
rape but at least he had known how to make her climax. He hadn't said that he
loved her but then he hadn't had the chance yet. She was sure that when he
did, he wouldn't be as clumsy and selfish as Gary. As she finished dressing,
she realised that she was feeling strangely empty and dissatisfied.
"So was it worth it Gary? Did you enjoy it?"
"Not as much as I though I would." He said miserably, "I wish that you'd
enjoyed it."
Lucy reluctantly acknowledged to herself why she was feeling so empty inside.
She wondered if she would have been as angry with him if he had made her
climax. She shrugged the question away. It didn't matter now. It was
difficult to hate Gary for what he'd done to her but she bitterly resented him
for tricking her and treating her like his personal property.
Gary was going to be taught a lesson and an idea had just occurred to her.
She knelt beside him on the old mattress and whispered softly as she felt
around the cold metal floor.
"I wish that I'd enjoyed it as well."
"We could try again." He said hopefully, "It's supposed to be better the
second time."
She found what she had been searching for. With the torch in one hand and
Gary's jeans and jacket in the other she dashed for the door. Before he had
time to react, she opened the door and jumped lightly to the ground. She
shone the torch back inside and savoured the image of him hunting for his
clothes.
"I'll let you know if it's better the second time, because it won't be with
you."
Then she slammed the trailer door closed with a violent bang. It felt like
the end of a chapter of her life. Nothing could ever be the same now and an
aching sadness filled her throat as she walked away from her lost innocence.
"Nice one Luce. That showed the little creep."Allie said enthusiastically.
"Not really a nice one Allie, the poor cow had just been raped," said Trish.
"You must have felt terrible Luce."
Lucy smiled her appreciation and pressed Trish's hand which was still under
hers, resting on her thigh. Trish responded by pressing gently on her thigh
and letting her thumb caress Lucy's leg unobtrusively.
"Not as bad you must have when it happened to you," said Lucy, "at least it
was someone that I knew."
She felt bad at deceiving her friends. She'd hardly been upset at all and she
still didn't know why....
She was convinced that something was wrong with her. Normal people didn't
react the way that she had. She should have been hysterical or crying. She
should have been running to the police station and telling everyone what Gary
had done to her. A normal girl wouldn't saunter along the street wearing her
rapist's jacket and swinging his jeans in time to her steps. Surely it wasn't
normal to be as calm as this after being raped.
It wasn't as if her feelings were numbed with shock. The feelings were there
but they seemed to be the wrong ones. She felt sadness over the taking of her
most personal gift by the wrong person. She felt a burning anger at Gary, for
what he had done to her, that would last a long time. She even felt the
satisfaction of her small victory at having partly avenged herself. None of
that was unusual.
What was unusual was the feeling that swamped all of the others.
Overriding everything was the gnawing hunger that he had awakened in her but
hadn't managed to satisfy. One thing she was very sure about. It definitely
was not normal to want sex immediately after being raped. She'd laughed and
joked about Allie being a nymphomaniac, but wasn't that how she was behaving.
A normal girl would have been sick at the thought of sex with anyone at the
moment and probably for months to come but she wanted more.
She almost wished that Gary hadn't been lying about the other boys. The
fantasy of sixteen boys and sixteen rigid cocks excited her hungry
imagination. She tried to dismiss the thought but the image stayed in her
mind. A long line of hard cocks waiting to thrust themselves inside her,
anywhere inside her just as long as they stilled the urgent longing in her
body. Just as long as they made her come. The picture in her mind grew more
vivid and she fought to control herself.
She spoke out loud as she shook herself out of the daydream.
"My God Lucy! That's worse than abnormal - it's sick. What 's the matter
with you?"
A small voice inside her said, "I want to be fucked"
She ignored the voice but she couldn't ignore her frustration at being allowed
to taste the fruit but not to satisfy her appetite. She could do something
about it when she got home but she knew now that it would be a poor
substitute. It was better than nothing though. She was still sore but her
whole body tingled with anticipation. She quickened her pace but slowed down
again and grimaced with disgust as she felt Gary's semen still dribbling from
inside her and soaking her panties. She couldn't go home like that.
With a swift glance along the empty street she ducked into a doorway and
pulled her pants off. She wiped herself and wadded the flimsy scrap of
material into a tight ball.
She was convinced that something was wrong with her. Normal people didn't
react the way that she had. She should have been hysterical or crying. She
should have been running to the police station and telling everyone what Gary
had done to her. A normal girl wouldn't saunter along the street wearing her
rapist's jacket and swinging his jeans in time to her steps.
Surely it wasn't normal to be as calm as this after being raped.
It wasn't as if her feelings were numbed with shock. The feelings were there
but they seemed to be the wrong ones. She felt sadness over the taking of her
most personal gift by the wrong person. She felt a burning anger at Gary, for
what he had done to her, that would last a long time.
She even felt the satisfaction of her small victory at having partly avenged
herself. None of that was unusual.
What was unusual was the feeling that swamped all of the others.
Overriding everything was the gnawing hunger that he had awakened in her but
hadn't managed to satisfy. One thing she was very sure about. It definitely
was not normal to want sex immediately after being raped. She'd laughed and
joked about Allie being a nymphomaniac, but wasn't that how she was behaving.
A normal girl would have been sick at the thought of sex with anyone at the
moment and probably for months to come but she wanted more.
She almost wished that Gary hadn't been lying about the other boys. The
fantasy of sixteen boys and sixteen rigid cocks excited her hungry
imagination. She tried to dismiss the thought but the image stayed in her
mind. A long line of hard cocks waiting to thrust themselves inside her,
anywhere inside her just as long as they stilled the urgent longing in her
body. Just as long as they made her come. The picture in her mind grew more
vivid and she fought to control herself.
She spoke out loud as she shook herself out of the daydream.
"My God Lucy! That's worse than abnormal - it's sick. What 's the matter
with you?"
A small voice inside her said, "I want to be fucked"
She ignored the voice but she couldn't ignore her frustration at being allowed
to taste the fruit but not to satisfy her appetite. She could do something
about it when she got home but she knew now that it would be a poor
substitute. It was better than nothing though. She was still sore but her
whole body tingled with anticipation. She quickened her pace but slowed down
again and grimaced with disgust as she felt Gary's semen still dribbling from
inside her and soaking her panties. She couldn't go home like that.
With a swift glance along the empty street she ducked into a doorway and
pulled her pants off. She wiped herself and wadded the flimsy scrap of
material into a tight ball and threw it into a waste bin. She was about to
toss Gary's jeans into the same bin when she felt a bulge in the pocket.
There was no reason to feel guilty about searching his pockets - not after
what he'd done. She found a thick wad of ten and twenty pound notes and some
small change. The coins were no problem but she had a momentary tussle with
her conscience over the notes. There was more money than she had ever seen.
Hundreds, she guessed - maybe thousands.
She couldn't imagine where a boy of Gary's age had got that amount of money -
not legally anyway. She wasn't even sure how he'd managed to get it
illegally. One thing she was sure of was that whatever she decided to do with
the money, Gary would never see it again.
She comforted herself with the thought that Gary had just been on his most
expensive date yet. She wouldn't have agreed to what he'd done if he'd
offered the money to her, so he'd got it cheaply. She glanced back to the
lorry park with a smile of satisfaction and whispered to herself, "What's a
quick fuck worth then Gary?"
The tattered notebook and the bottle of pills that she found in the other
pocket could wait until later. She dropped his jeans into the bin. They
joined her soiled pants in a pathetic huddled embrace.
"Very symbolic," she murmured and smiled grimly as she pictured Gary trying to
get home in his underpants...
"So what did you do with his jeans?"
"Why? Do you want them Allie?" said Trish.
"I just wondered. I wouldn't want anything of his."
"Neither did I - I threw them in a rubbish bin on the way home," said Lucy
"Good for you! Is that it then? Can I tell you about mine now?"
That was far from it but Lucy wasn't ready to tell the rest to anyone yet.
"Go on Allie - you've waited so long to tell us."
"I just hope that it's going to be good."said Trish.
"Can I have a drink first? You two have been hogging it for the last half an
hour."
Trish got up and gave her the bottle and Lucy felt a cool patch on her thigh
where Trish's hand had been. When Trish sat back down she didn't put her hand
back. Lucy pressed her thigh gently against her friend's to remind her. She
blushed when Trish looked at her curiously. Allie was occupied with fumbling
a cigarette out of the packet and if she saw anything, she didn't mention it
when Trish leaned towards Lucy and kissed her.
Lucy's heart thudded wildly as she felt Trish's hand return to her thigh.
This time she slid it up her leg till her finger were almost at Lucy's crotch.
As their lips parted Trish whispered something so softly that Lucy couldn't
hear the words. The tone was inviting and Lucy trembled with expectation.
She didn't know what Trish had said but she couldn't wait to find out.
Allie burped loudly and put the bottle down.
"I'd better not drink anymore or I'll forget what I wanted to tell you."
"You'd better not after nagging Lucy to hurry up," said Trish with a smile.
She squeezed Lucy's thigh reassuringly. Lucy was still distracted, wondering
what Trish had said.
Allie grinned mischievously," Don't worry - I'm not likely to forget in a
hurry. It was the weirdest thing and it all happened because of a cock up."
"Literally I hope," said Lucy.
She could feel Trish's hand moving gently on her thigh and she summoned up
enough nerve to put her hand on her friend's back and caress her softly.
"Literally and metaphorically but let me do it my way. I didn't tell you how
to tell yours."
"Yes you did."
"Okay - so I did but I'm younger than you two and I don't know any better."
Lucy gave Trish a look of pained astonishment at Allie's cheek and they both
laughed.
"Do either of you want a drink before I start?"
Lucy stroked Trish's spine with a feather light touch of her finger tips.
She felt Trish shiver and the hand on her thigh crept a little higher.
"No - we're fine," said Trish, and Lucy thought that she detected a tremor in
her voice.
"Okay, well you remember that I was going to do baby sitting to make some
extra cash?"
Her friends nodded silently. They were both finding it difficult to give
Allie their full attention.
"Well I put a postcard in a shop window and a feww days later I got a phone
call from someone who saw my ad. I could hardly believe it when I saw the
place though. You know those big houses out on St. John's Rise? Well it was
one of them. Bloody great place like a castle and the garden must be bigger
than the school playing fields. I'll be honest, I was a bit nervous - I mean
the people up there are seriously rich..."
Allie bunched her small fist and knocked timidly at the solid oak door. She
thought it was odd that there was no door knocker. The house reeked of wealth
and they didn't even have a door knocker. She was normally brash and
certainly not short of courage, but the sheer size of the house and grounds
intimidated her. The estate was shielded from the road by tall conifers which
shut out what little evening light was remaining.
It was almost eight o'clock and it had taken her five nerve wrenching minutes
to walk the lonely length of the winding drive that meandered gloomily through
the dark pines. Though the house was invisible from the road, Allie could
still hear the reassuring hum of traffic. It was probably no more than a
hundred yards to the road, in a straight line - assuming that she was able to
find a straight line through the trees.
The grounds stretched beyond her field of vision around and behind the house.
There were two cars parked on the wide gravelled frontage and they were both
new looking Jaguars with identical registrations apart from the last digit.
This was her first assignment, which made her nervous enough without the added
awareness that Mr and Mrs Groves-Ormsby were obviously extremely wealthy.
She speculated briefly on whether she should have charged more for her time
but they'd already agreed her fee over the telephone, so she was stuck with
it. At least they'd have a decent television. She wondered if the children
of rich people would be more difficult to baby-sit. They were usually spoilt
brats weren't they?
She banged the door harder. However rich they were - it obviously hadn't
helped their hearing. She glanced anxiously at her watch. It was five to
eight and, if they were going out at eight o'clock, they wouldn't be too
pleased. She didn't want to create a bad impression on her first job but it
wasn't her fault that they couldn't hear her knocking. She raised her
clenched fist, ready to knock again, when the door opened.
Allie assumed that the tall slim woman, who had very nearly received a knock
on her heavily made up face, must be Mrs Groves-Ormsby. She didn't think it
was likely that the maid would be wearing a silver fox coat or that she would
be drenched in Ester Lauder perfume. Allie took an instant dislike to the
woman.
At seven years old she had discovered that meat came from dead animals. She
had been a vegetarian since then but she didn't preach her beliefs. If anyone
else wanted to eat dead animals, that was fine by her but she was convinced
that anyone who felt the need to wear a dead animal was sick in the head.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby scrutinised Allie for a moment or two and she acceded a half
nod of grudging approval.
"I was beginning to wonder if you would arrive my dear - You are the sitter I
assume? You look rather young."
Her superior attitude made the question sound like a challenge and Allie
decided that she would have disliked the woman even she hadn't been wearing a
corpse. She didn't bother to answer the trite questioning of her identity and
wondered whether it would be acceptable, by Mrs Groves-Ormsby's standards, to
mention that the caustic woman looked rather old.
She decided to go onto the attack with an oblique criticism. She didn't want
to lose the job before she started.
"I've been knocking for ages. I don't suppose that you heard me."
Mrs. Groves-Ormsby nodded at a black wrought iron rod that hung from the ivy
covered wall next to the door.
"You might have had more success if you had tried the door-bell."
Allie cursed silently - she hadn't thought to look there. She was embarrassed
at looking foolish and Mrs Groves-Ormsby could tell. She was clearly the sort
of woman who enjoyed other peoples' discomfort. Triumph glowed in her face as
she smiled condescendingly down at Allie. The youngster refused to be cowed
by the older woman's air of superiority. She forced a bright smile that she
didn't feel and spoke breezily up at the formidable woman.
"Never mind, you've answered the door now and I'm on time - just." Mrs
Groves-Ormsby looked mildly surprised.
"My dear, I don't answer doors. I was on my way out when I discovered you
lurking on my doorstep."
Her look of surprise turned slowly to one of concern.
"You do look very young for it- have you done this before?"
"I'm eighteen and I've got bags of experience"Allie lied swiftly. She had no
intention of losing her first job because of some silly old cow's prejudice.
"Well I suppose that you'll have to do. It's too late to make other
arrangements now. You had better go through. My husband is waiting with
bated breath to see whether you will show up."
She swept imperiously past the bemused youngster with a swish of fur and a
blast of overpowering perfume. Mrs Groves-Ormsby was clearly in a hurry and
she didn't hear Allie's muttered parting shot. "Ignorant cow"
The door of the nearest Jaguar closed with a loud but expensive clunk and,
spraying gravel from its spinning wheels, GO 2 roared out of the drive. Allie
assumed that GO 1 belonged to Mr Groves-Ormsby.
She looked around in bewilderment and wondered what she was supposed to do
now. The door was open and so she went in. The entrance hall was wide and
high and panelled with dark wood that matched the highly polished floor.
"Another rain-forest."she sniffed, feeling morally superior but she felt a
touch of envy as well. The house exuded an atmosphere of wealth and Allie
thought about how well she could live with the money that the Groves-Ormsbys
must spend on polish alone.
There was no indication that this was a house where children lived. She found
it difficult to imagine Mrs Groves-Ormsby tidying up after anyone, but there
were neither toys nor any other signs of untidiness. The house was silent and
Allie assumed, with a muttered prayer of thanks, that the children were
already in bed.
The staircase that swept up on one side of the hall continued across the
minstrel gallery and swept down the other side. It was the kind of setting
that demanded an orchestra and a princess flowing down the stairs in a
sweeping ball gown. Allie grinned to herself.
"Shame really - all it's got is old dragon's breath."
There was an open door to her left and she decided that her best chance of
finding Mr Groves-Ormsby was there. She knocked loudly and a man's voice
invited her to enter.
She was expecting opulence but she was disappointed. The room was clearly
intended as a study. There was a large solid looking desk stacked untidily
with books and a swivel chair behind it.
The walls were lined with shelves that bent under the weight of the books that
filled them. More books were piled on the settee and armchair. The room
looked as if it hadn't been cleaned or tidied for years and it was musty with
the smell of old paper and tobacco. The swivel chair was occupied by a
slightly built figure with sandy hair who was hunched over a keyboard. Allie
noticed his pale complexion sprinkled with freckles as he glanced up and
smiled at her.
"You must be Miss Katz - yes?"
Allie nodded "That's me - I'm sitting for you tonight."
"You spoke to my wife on the telephone, I believe. She told me your name but
she did not mention how young you are." Allie repeated the lie.
"I'm eighteen but your wife must have spoken to my mum. I assume that she
didn't bother to ask her my age."
Allie paused with a dismayed look on her face."I nearly forgot, I just met
your wife on my way in. She was on her way out- she's gone already, without
you."
He laughed softly and there was a trace of bitterness in the sound.
"We rarely go out together. She plays bridge and gossips with her friends. I
prefer the company of my books and paintings - and other pursuits which I am
sure you would find equally boring."
"Books aren't boring. I love reading."
"Excellent! This must be my lucky day. An attractive young lady who is also
blessed with taste and intelligence."
Allie bridled at the inference that good looks and intelligence were an
unusual combination. She had the feeling that he hadn't intended to be
offensive - he had said that she was attractive. His innocent smile and
awkwardly enthusiastic charm reminded her of a small boy. His accent and
grammar were faultless but despite his precise speech, he was remarkably
clumsy with people's feelings.
"It really isn't that unusual nowadays to find a woman who reads books Mr
Groves-Ormsby, or aren't you aware that women buy a lot more books than men."
"I am not surprised at all Miss Katz. After all, books are a lot less
expensive than men."
"You know what I mean."Allie said curtly. She could feel her temper rising.
Why was this man so irritating?
He smiled and threw his hands up in defeat.
"I am sorry if I offended you - that was not my intention. I play with words
for a living and sometimes I tend to forget myself. Please say that you will
forgive me."
"Only if you'll stop calling me Miss Katz - that makes me feel really old."
"Agreed - Theresa, and thank you."
Allie was thrown for a moment by the unfamiliar use of her first name. The
only person who called her by her real name was her mother - and she usually
shortened it to Terry. Even her father had taken to calling her by the
nickname that her friends had bestowed on her.
She decided to offer an olive branch - he seemed pleasant enough. At least
he'd smiled, which was more than his wife had bothered to do. He wasn't
especially handsome but when he smiled he was reasonably good looking in a boy
scout sort of way. It wasn't his fault that he was married to a perfumed
dragon. It never occurred to her to wonder whose fault it would be if not
his.
She smiled back, "My friends call me Allie."
"And am I to be a friend?"
"If you like. I mean yes - why not?"
"Why not indeed. It's a long time since I was offered friendship by an
attractive young girl. I shall call you Allie, if that is what it takes - It
seems a shame though - Theresa suits you, it is such a pretty name." Allie
felt herself blush. She wasn't used to being complimented. The boys that she
knew were more conscious of their own macho image than her feelings. A
mumbled,"You're all right I suppose,"was nearest thing to a compliment that
she'd received until now. Her normally sharp wit floundered as she reached
for a reply.
"I thought that you would appreciate the play on words - or is it only when
you do it?"
He looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled with understanding.
"Of course! Allie Katz. How stupid of me. I must confess that I understand
my own jokes more quickly than other people's - but I never have claimed to be
quick - just thorough."
His smile was infectious and Allie found herself smiling back at him.
"Perhaps we should start again. Shall I go out and come in again? Or will
that make you late"
"Late for what?"
"Well you're not even ready yet. You can't go out dressed like that."
Groves-Ormsby looked at her with a puzzled expression and Allie clapped her
hand to her mouth in dismay.
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be rude. Of course you can go out dressed in
anyway that you like."
"Thank you for your concern Allie - and the sartorial advice. You had no
intention of offending me and I'm not offended - just puzzled. Why do you
think that I intend to go out? That would defeat the purpose of you being
here."
"Sorry?"
"What would the point be of you sitting for me if I go out?"
"But the children - I thought that..."
"What children? Just what did my wife tell you?"
Allie wasn't sure if this was an elaborate joke. Mr. Groves-Ormsby appeared
genuinely perplexed by the situation.
"She didn't tell me much at all. She asked how much I charged and she agreed
that you'd run me home afterwards. I just don't understand why you'd want a
sitter if you haven't got any children."
He stood up and came round to the front of the desk. He was taller and
bulkier than his hunched position over the keyboard had made him appear to be.
"I think I know what has happened. Come with me."
Allie followed him without question. It was beginning to look as if the
Groves-Ormsbys didn't want a baby sitter and her hopes of earning any money
this evening were disappearing fast. He led her along the wide hall to a
small door at the end. He opened the door to reveal a flight of steps leading
down into darkness. Allie hesitated, she didn't like the dark and she was
beginning to wonder if she ought to be afraid of Mr. Groves-Ormsby. He
flipped the light switch and she felt more confident as he beckoned for her to
follow him down the narrow steps.
"Where are we going?"
"Not far - you'll see in a moment."
The steps led to a short passage with a door at the end. Allie stood back a
little as he unlocked and opened the door. She was still unsure of the
situation and her mind conjured images of her being thrown into a locked
underground room. She'd read about things like that and this isolated house
with its strange hidden rooms and passages seemed ideal for the job. She
hesitated as Mr. Groves-Ormsby entered the room and indicated for her to
follow.
He seemed to read her thoughts.
"There is nothing to be afraid of Allie - come in."
She followed him through the door and was amazed at the size of the room
beyond. She could see immediately that it was a studio though she couldn't
tell if Mr. Groves-Ormsby was a photographer or painter. There was equipment
for both and some items that she was unable to identify. There were sets and
scenery of rooms and backdrops of outdoor scenes. It wasn't an underground
room at all. The full moon's pale light streamed weakly through the glass
roof which she guessed was at least thirty feet above their heads. The room
was a basement with the ceiling removed and so it was twice the height of the
other ground floor rooms. So Mr. Groves-Ormsby was an artist.
Realisation hit her like hammer. She could see in her mind the card that she
had written. The card that she had cleverly composed and stuck in the
newsagent's window. The card that was so cleverly composed, except that the
one word she hadn't used was baby. She read the card in her mind's
eye."Experienced sitter has capacity for extra engagements."
"Very clever Allie."she muttered to herself.
"Did you say something?"
She shook her head slowly, still mentally berating herself for being so slow
at understanding.
"Not really - I've just realised what must have happened. You were looking
for someone to model for you..."
"And you were looking for someone to baby sit for."
They looked at each other for a long moment and then broke into simultaneous
laughter. Allie was the first to catch her breath. The situation was funny
but she'd had a wasted evening and the money was important to her.
"I though you were an author."
"I am an author. Some of my special paintings are sold separately but most of
them go to illustrate my books. I also take photographs if the job calls for
it."
"It looks as if I've wasted my time and yours,"she said ruefully.
"It does look that way - though I must confess it has been a pleasure to meet
you Allie."
"As it's too late to do anything else, can I see some of your paintings?"
Mr. Groves-Ormsby looked embarrassed.
"I haven't got any here. You see I write the book first and the paintings go
to the printers as soon as they are done."
"No wonder you're so rich if they're that good"
"Well I must admit that my books appear to be in demand but I am lucky enough
to have a very good publisher so I never have to try too hard to sell them."
"Will you show me some of your books then? I don't think I've ever seen
anything by you in the library."
"I doubt that you have. They are very specialised. I really do not think
that you would enjoy them."
It sounded as if he was patronising her again. Allie tried to think of a way
to convince him that she wasn't as ignorant as he thought. She chewed her lip
and wondered whether to ask what was on her mind. Why not - the worst he
could do was say no.
"I don't suppose that... that you'd consider me would you?"
"For what? I mean consider you for what Allie?"
"Well, you were expecting a model and you thought I was a model - so why
couldn't I be one?"
"What! Model for me? No... No - completely out of the question my dear.
The only reason that my wife answered your advertisement was because my usual
model is indisposed. You really would not be suitable at all."
"But why not? I'll keep perfectly still - or is it these?"
She pulled off her glasses and waved them at him.
"I can take them off you know. They don't grow on my face."
She had been only half serious when she made the suggestion but he had
rejected the idea so completely that she felt cheated. He had been prepared
to use her as a model until he found out that there'd been a mistake. So what
had changed?.
"It's not your spectacles - in fact you are very attractive with or without
them. The fact is Allie, if you had been a model you would have known what to
expect and I would have had no qualms about using you. However as you are an
undoubtedly attractive but relatively young baby sitter, I am unable to ask
you to sit for me."
"But why? That's not fair. Anyway, you aren't asking me - I'm offering."
"Never the less, as you have not modelled before, you would not understand
what is required."
"I'm a quick learner - why can't you show me?"
Groves-Ormsby looked embarrassed.
"Because you would have to take off more than just your spectacles. I paint
nudes Allie."
Allie blushed as she realised how stupid she must seem to him. It was obvious
now. All that stuff about her age and had she done it before. She realised
now why the perfumed dragon had agreed so quickly to her fee. It must have
seemed ridiculously low for a nude model.
"Is that why you won't show me your pictures?"
"No, of course not. I would never paint them if I was ashamed of them. I
really have not got any here."
"And you don't think that I'd be a very good nude model."
"I am sure that you would be an excellent model Allie. You are extremely
attractive and you have a good figure but if you have never posed in the nude
before...."
He waved his hands helplessly and Allie grinned cheekily at him.
"Don't tell me that the man who plays with words for a living is short of raw
material."
He responded to her with a warm smile of his own and Allie didn't feel so
rejected. She still couldn't see why a nude model needed experience. They
had to start somewhere didn't they? It wasn't a career that interested her
very much but she wasn't used to rejection. She felt a sudden impulse to
prove that she could be as good a model as anyone else. It wasn't as if it
one of her boyfriends was trying to get her clothes off. Groves-Ormsby was an
artist. It would be like undressing for her doctor - a little embarrassing
but necessary.
"All I have to do is take my clothes off - that doesn't sound too difficult.
You can tell me what to do then."
Groves-Ormsby studied her face and if he saw the nervousness there, he ignored
it. Allie suddenly hoped that he'd say no. She'd regretted her impulsiveness
as soon as she'd spoken. He looked thoughtful.
"Well I do need a model. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?"
She couldn't back down now. He'd be convinced that she was just a silly girl
who didn't know her own mind. She nodded mutely and began to unbutton her
blouse. He stopped her with shake of his head.
"Not yet. I appreciate your eagerness to start but we have to prepare first."
Allie wasn't in the least bit eager - she wanted to get started quickly before
her nerve failed her.
"I can get ready while you mix your paints or whatever you have to do."
"No paints. Today we will take photographs and I will paint from them if the
outline is accepted. I need to show the outline in a week's time which is the
only reason why I have agreed to accept your offer."
He crossed the room to a battered bureau in the corner and pulled a thin sheaf
of foolscap from the drawer.
"If you would read the first page or two while I arrange the lighting. You
will have a better idea of what to do."
Allie took the manuscript and read the first page. It was short and not at
all the work of literary genius she'd expected.
The soft fine material of her night-dress hung lightly on the curves of
Carrie's body. She arched her back and enjoyed the feel of the sheer fabric
as it clung to her firm breasts and sheathed her thighs with gossamer
softness. It was as long as her wedding dress and she fantasised that this was
her wedding day. She twirled and spun as if she was dancing at her wedding
breakfast, in the arms of her new husband.
She danced to her dressing table and began to brush her hair. She wondered as
she pulled the brush through her long dark hair whether she would dream about
him again tonight. There hadn't been a night since they'd met that he hadn't
shown up at some point in her dreams and made passionate love to her.
She was sure that her erotic dreams were a result of her subconscious
frustration and it was just nature's way of relieving the sexual tension that
was building within her as her wedding day approached.. She'd insisted to Tom
that she wanted to save her virginity for their wedding night but her resolve
was weakening as time went on. There were times, when he kissed and held her,
that she wished she'd never said it. She could hardly change her mind now
that the wedding was so close. It would have made no difference anyway. Tom
had respected her wishes to the letter. He refused even to touch her breasts,
so making love was completely out of the question.
She stretched and yawned. She hadn't felt tired a few moments ago and
wondered if it was her subconscious mind pushing her to bed and to her dream
lover. She pulled back the satin sheet and slid voluptuously between the cool
. covers. She was asleep in minutes and she dreamed.....
Allie felt relieved that, according to the story, she was wearing a
night-dress. She was beginning to regret her impulsive act of bravado but she
couldn't change her mind without looking and feeling silly. The story seemed
simple enough anyway and, according to the rough lay out, there were spaces
for only three or four illustrations and one of them depicted the heroine
asleep in bed. She relaxed as she saw that the whole thing would be easier
than she'd feared.
She was about to start the second page when Groves-Ormsby called over that he
was ready when she was. He directed her behind a screen so that she didn't
have the embarrassment of undressing in front of him.
She stepped from behind the screen feeling self conscious in only a thin night
dress, but at least it covered her nudity. She stood awkwardly waiting for
Groves-Ormsby to direct her. He studied her in obvious admiration and clapped
his hands softly.
"I am glad that you persuaded me Allie. You really do look right for the
part. Can you remove your spectacles now?"
"Not unless you want pictures of me falling over something. I'm blind as a
bat without them. I'll take them off when I'm in position."
"That's fine. Now when I turn up the lights I want you to walk slowly to the
dressing table and pick up the brush. Try to forget that I'm here.
Just behave normally but slow your movements and exaggerate them a little. Is
that clear?"
"No problem," said Allie nervously. It was more difficult than she'd
expected. She was acutely conscious that she was the sole focus of
Groves-Ormsby's attention which made her more aware than usual of every
movement that she made. It was difficult to walk normally when she knew that
every movement was being studied. She felt stiff and artificial with every
self conscious step she took. The lights brightened and Groves-Ormsby's voice
was encouraging her to relax.
"That is good. Just loosen up a little more - wonderful. Now take off your
spectacles and pick up the brush."
She looked for somewhere to put her glasses but the dressing table was a
mock-up and the drawers wouldn't open. There was a soft touch on her hand and
the glasses were taken from her. Now that she was unable to see anything, she
relaxed more. The camera was invisible and so was Groves-Ormsby. All that
she could see was the blurred disks of the powerful lights as they blazed at
her. She was an island of light, surrounded by a sea of darkness. The only
intrusion on her private island was the disembodied voice that called
directions to her.
"I need you to walk Allie - move your legs."
"I can't see where I'm going. I'll fall over something."
She could hear the smile in his precise voice. "Maybe later, but that is not
what I am looking for at the moment. Just rest your left hand on the dressing
table and walk two paces towards me."
She nervously obeyed his instructions and was rewarded with a faint clap of
his hands.
"Now go back and do it again. This time I want you to turn forty five degrees
so that you are not facing me directly."
"Exactly forty five degrees?" queried Allie with a grin.
"Of course," he chuckled.
Allie's confidence grew as she joked and laughed with him. He had a knack for
helping her to relax and lose her self consciousness. He called directions
and she obeyed. It was easier than she'd first thought.
"Longer strides Allie - Stretch your legs more as you walk. Keep them
separated - I need to see two legs through the night-dress. More gap between
your legs Allie, the back lights cannot pick out your cunt like that"
Allie thought that she'd misheard. She stopped in her tracks and turned to
where she guessed he was standing.
"What did you say?"
"I need more space between your legs Allie. Move the left leg towards me so
that the light can shine between your thighs."
Allie didn't move. She was sure that she hadn't misheard. He'd definitely
said...
"Come on Allie - you are slowing things down. Move your legs. Show me your
cunt."
"That's what I thought you said. What kind of pictures are these?"
His voice was impatient now. "What kind of pictures do you think they are?
What kind of books are illustrated with nude pictures? You agreed that you
would pose for nude pictures Allie. You begged me to allow you to pose."
"But I'm not nude and there's no need for language like that anyway."
She heard him sigh with exasperation. "Of course you are nude Allie. The
night-dress is transparent once the back lights are on it. Now arch your back
a little to lift your breasts. I cannot see your nipples."
Allie stood motionless, trying to absorb this new development. There was a
long silence, then the lights dimmed and she couldn't even see the outline of
the dressing table. She groped helplessly for the table top and held onto it.
His hand was gentle on her arm and she jumped nervously. He pressed her
glasses into her hand and led her to a couch behind the cameras.
"Time for a break. Would you like a drink Allie?"
She nodded silently. The heat of the lights had dried her mouth and she
hadn't realised, until he asked, how thirsty she was. He placed a cold glass
in her hand and Allie gulped gratefully from it. She choked and spluttered as
the fiery liquid hit her throat and burned a path to her stomach. For a
moment she couldn't speak. Her mouth was on fire and she thought that she'd
been poisoned. He took the glass from her and wiped her chin with a
handkerchief.
"That is no way to treat fine malt whisky Allie."
"Perhaps if you'd warned me," she said in a strangled voice. "I thought it
was orange juice or something. Anyway that was no way to treat a lady. I
thought that you were a gentleman until you used language like that."
"If I shocked you then I apologise. I thought you understood that we were
taking erotic pictures to illustrate an erotic book. It really would have
made no difference if I had said fanny or honey-pot or vagina or any other
word that you might think of. I would have been talking about the same thing.
The important thing is that you should understand what I say so that we get
the right result."
Allie took her drink back from him and sipped it cautiously. It still burned
on the way down but it was warm and comforting in her stomach. She realised
that she should have read more of the manuscript. The only kind of book that
would be illustrated with nude pictures would be either medical or erotic.
He'd taken a lot for granted but that wasn't his fault. He hadn't abused her
or shouted at her - in fact he'd been a perfect gentleman until he'd used that
word.
The real shock had been hearing what she had always considered an obscenity
mingled with the precise grammar and pronunciation of Groves-Ormsby.
"I'm sorry. Have I messed it up completely?"
"Not at all my dear. You were doing superbly. It really is my fault - I
should have prepared you more thoroughly - given you more time to read the
book first."
"You told me to read the first page and it wasn't very erotic. I suppose it
hots up later on."
"It does indeed. I think you had better read a little more while we have a
break."
He pointed to her empty glass, "Do you want another drink? Or would you
prefer the orange juice?"
"I'll have another one of these please. I've got an idea that I'm going to
need it."
He poured generously and Allie sipped the scotch as she read. The story
wasn't that good but despite her reservations she found herself wanting to
read on and find out what happened to Carrie....
Carrie slept deeply and, like a familiar film, the dream began as it always
began.
The train pulled slowly into the station with a squeal of metal as the brakes
caught and dragged it to a stop. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief. It was
five minutes late but she'd lost count of the times that Tom had consulted his
watch.
Only one door opened and only one passenger alighted. Carrie had never met
Tom's younger brother but it was obviously him. Apart from the age difference
- Tom was twenty eight and Steve was three years younger - the brothers were
remarkably alike. Steve smiled easily and quickly in contrast to Tom's
usually serious expression but they shared the same dark good looks and deep
blue eyes. Both were tall and muscular though Steve was probably an inch
shorter than his older brother's six feet.
Carrie felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched the brothers embrace. She
realised that they shared a history that she could never be part of. Tom
would be the family she had never had - but he had another family as well.
Steve's deep voice broke into her reverie.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee Tom?"
Carrie smiled shyly when Steve turned to her with a broad smile.
"My big brother was never known for his good manners. Luckily there's no need
for introductions, you must be Carrie. I feel that I know you all ready. You
really are as beautiful as Tom described in his letters."
Carrie blushed with surprise and embarrassment. Steve stared at her as if he
was searching for something and she coloured a deeper pink under his scrutiny.
He was as good looking as his brother but with a piercing gaze that seemed to
penetrate her every secret thought and a faint smile that suggested he
understood what he saw. She realised with a start that she was staring at
Steve as intently as he was at her. Tom coughed and broke the spell.
"I hope that you two are going to be friends."
Carrie smiled quickly at him. "I'm sure that we will, won't we Steve?" "Of
course we will. Any fiancee of Tom's is a friend of mine."
Carrie laughed, "You make it sound as if Tom's been engaged dozens of times."
"Well, maybe not dozens," said Steve as he took her hand.
"Try once," said Tom. He glared at his brother who still had hold of Carrie's
hand.
"Are you trying to get me into trouble again Steve? Take no notice of him
Carrie - he's a born mischief maker."
Steve ignored the remark and squeezed Carrie's hand gently.
"So, can I kiss the bride?"
"She won't be a bride for weeks yet Steve."
Steve shrugged his broad shoulders and arched a questioning eyebrow at Carrie.
"Does that mean no kiss?"
She blushed in confusion and looked to her fiancee for help. Steve released
her hand reluctantly and bowed mockingly to his brother.
"You're probably right Tom - it's best that I wait till after you're married.
You never know, one kiss from me and Carrie might decide that she's marrying
the wrong brother."
Tom didn't smile. He took Carrie's arm and she had a strange feeling that he
was demonstrating his ownership of her. She saw no harm in greeting Steve
with a kiss and for a moment she felt a vague resentment over Tom's
possessiveness....
Allie flipped the page idly. The story really was pretty ordinary. She'd had
more erotic dreams herself. There was only space for one illustration on that
page and she wondered where Groves-Ormsby was going to get a train from. Her
glass was empty and, seeing that Groves-Ormsby was busy re-arranging the
lights, she helped herself to a refill before she turned the page....
Carrie breathed gently and evenly in her sleep. The scene shifted as dreams
do with no logical sequence or sense of time. She knew it was a dream and
that she was watching herself. She couldn't remember what would happen in her
dream but she was afraid and excited at the same time. She knew that
something shocking was going to happen but she was helpless to intervene. Her
white satin shoes were pinching and she watched herself kick them off. As she
did so, she remembered that she'd done the same thing countless times before..
The wedding was in a few hours but it didn't occur to her to wonder why she
was alone and had no-one to help her to change into her wedding dress. She
struggled unsuccessfully with the last three hooks at the top of the back and
cursed the dressmaker for not providing a zip.
There was a knock at the door and it opened. It was Steve and she remembered
that she'd known that it would be. She had no idea what was going to happen
but as each sequence unfolded she recognised and remembered it. His eyes
stared without focus and his smile was distorted.
He drifted across the room somehow without moving his feet. She felt nervous
at his strange appearance but her dream self smiled and seemed not to notice.
She heard herself speak words that were familiar but they didn't belong to
her. Her voice was faint as if from a distance. "Tom's at the church hall.
Last minute arrangements with the caterers."
"I wasn't looking for Tom."
She looked down, unwilling to meet his eyes. "I know."
"The wedding is in two hours."
"Yes..."
"So, can I kiss the bride now?"
Carrie blushed and nodded. It was her wedding day and Tom couldn't object to
her allowing his younger brother one chaste kiss. She stood motionless - her
arms by her side - as he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to hers.
She accepted the kiss passively and, when his tongue flicked gently across her
parted lips, she did nothing to stop him. The dream had to follow its course
and she was powerless to alter it. His tongue slipped between her lips and
into her mouth and she allowed it to happen. His arms held her firmly and she
didn't struggle when his hands stroked her back and his tongue probed the
warmth of her mouth. His lips pressed firmly into the yielding softness of
hers and her tongue ventured timidly to meet his in a tentative exchange of
intimacy.
She did nothing to help him but she didn't stop him when his hands discovered
the unhooked opening at the back of her dress and he caressed the soft bare
skin that he found inside. She felt him unfasten the first of the hooks and
her breathing quickened as his fingertips delicately caressed her shoulder
blades. She counted the remaining hooks as he unfastened them but when he
slipped the dress from her shoulders she murmured a protest.
"You mustn't do that. What about Tom?"
"Tom's not here, remember?"
"That's right, I forgot."
She didn't stop to work out the logic of what was happening. She accepted
that there was no reason why her dream should be logical, but she moaned in
her sleep because she was powerless to stop what was to come. The dress slid
smoothly down her arms and his flickering tongue darted invitingly against
hers
Then the dress was around her waist and his hands were on her breasts. She
sighed as his lips moved over her neck and shoulders. Her bra snapped open as
his hands prepared the way for his lips. His hands moved on as his lips
reached her breasts. They fluttered across her ribs with unbearable
lightness, then down to her slim waist where his feather touch on the soft
smooth skin of her belly made her gasp for breath.
Steve's lips wandered along her neck and his hands moved down the back of her
thighs. They traced a path down her legs and then back up again but this time
they were under her dress. She said nothing as his hands retraced their steps
along the smooth skin of her bare legs. Her mind spun with confusion as she
felt his hands move further up beneath her dress.
She shivered as a trail of goose pimples sprang into life and followed his
caressing fingers as they travelled up her thighs until they reached her
bottom.
When he stroked her behind, the muscles in her bottom clenched involuntarily
and she felt the heat of his palms through her thin panties.
Then his hands were moving again. One hand held both cheeks of her bottom and
squeezed them together. The other hand moved slowly round her hip to the
front. She held her breath until his fingers brushed the soft swelling
beneath her panties, then she moaned softly and shook her head.
"Not there Steve."
Tom had never touched her there - she really had to stop him now before he
went too far. She moaned again when his fingers pressed lightly into the
softness through the thin material and she whispered, "No Steve", but it was
unconvincing even to her. The incredible new sensation that coursed through
her nerves weakened her legs and she clung to Steve for support. She tried
weakly to pull away from his deft touch but his other hand was behind her -
pressing into her buttocks and pushing her back onto the pressure of his
fingers.
Now she shook and moaned continuously as he stroked and teased the moistening
surface of her panties but he ignored her murmured objections and she could do
nothing to stop him. Protest seemed pointless so she did nothing to resist
when he tugged gently at her panties and slid them smoothly down her thighs.
Free of his arms, the dress followed and pooled into a crumpled heap of silk..
She didn't resist when he picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. Then,
for the first time in her life, she felt the touch of a man's hand on her
naked sex. She cried out loud as his fingers encountered the wetness between
her open legs. She stared up at him and protested weakly.
"No Steve - no more."
His finger slipped easily along her moist slit and she gasped helplessly as it
grazed her erect clitoris...
Allie turned the page eagerly but, before she could read on, Groves-Ormsby
called across to her.
"All set Allie. Are you ready to start?"
"Not yet - this is starting to get interesting"
He came over to where she was sitting and peered over her shoulder. "Where
are you up to?"
She showed him the page and he smiled.
"Yes, I rather liked that part myself but I think you have enough to go on
with - you will have to read the rest later or we will never get any work
done."
Allie closed the manuscript reluctantly. The story had excited her and she
was sure that she was as wet between her legs as Carrie had been. She poured
more scotch and drained the glass in two swallows. It was good stuff. It
warmed her stomach and made her feel more confident. She knew that she could
do whatever was needed of her now.
"What's next then?"
"First we have to sort out the language problem. I need to direct you but I
have no wish to offend or upset you."
Allie waved the empty glass dismissively. "Say what you like - you won't
offend me."
"Are you sure about that? You seemed pretty upset just now."
"Sure I'm sure. You took me by surprise, that's all. If you need to see my
cunt just say so. Now what's next?"
"I want to do the scene that you have just read while it is fresh in your
mind."
"What the train station and stuff?"
"No - I do not paint trains and my readers would not be interested if I did.
We are going to do the bedroom scene. Take off the night-dress Allie."
"What?"
"You will have to take off the night-dress before you can put the wedding
dress on."
She grinned delightedly though her voice was a little slurred.
"You mean I get to wear a real wedding dress?"
"Of course - we could hardly do the scene without it."
Something was nagging at Allie's mind. She stood up looking thoughtful and
made her way unsteadily towards the screen. The thought gelled and she turned
back triumphantly.
"How we gonna do the scene without Steve?"
"I will have to stand in for Steve."
"So who takes the pictures?"
"The cameras will run automatically. There is a lot going on in this scene
and so I want it on video. I can grab stills from the best poses that way."
Allie swayed slightly as she wagged her finger at him sternly and giggled.
"You think of everything don't you?"
He frowned as she weaved her way to the screen.
"Are you all right? You look a little unsteady."
The night-dress was a small heap on the floor before she reached the screen
and Groves-Ormsby briefly glimpsed her nude form as she skipped out of sight.
"I'm fine don' worry 'bout me."
He heard her but he wasn't listening. The image of her taut lithe body was
burned into his retinas. He could still see her pert breasts and slim thighs,
her smooth skin with slightest hint of a swell as her flat belly merged into
the hidden depths between her thighs. She was beautiful but he was almost
sure that she wasn't eighteen.
"You'll have to help me with these damned hooks if you wanna get any
pictures."
"You don't need to fasten the top three remember. I want shots of you
struggling with it."
Allie emerged from behind the screen looking every inch a radiant, if slightly
flushed and unsteady, bride.
"Sorry - forgot," she said demurely.
He led her back to the bedroom set. She noticed that Groves-Ormsby had
changed into a dark blue suit. He looked more like she'd thought Steve ought
to. The lights were arranged differently now and several cameras on tripods
were set up to cover every angle. He directed her to a spot between the bed
and the canvas flat which was painted to resemble a wall with a door in it.
He showed her the marks that she had to stand on to ensure that the cameras
had her in frame and in focus. Allie stood nervously waiting as he made last
minute adjustments.
"All set - are you ready Allie?"
"No, I've forgotten what to do."
"Don't worry about that. I will remind you as we go along. The most
important thing is to feel the part - try to be Carrie. Try to say what
Carrie said in the story, then you will look more natural for the cameras. Oh
and one other thing. I will call you Carrie and I want you to call me Steve."
"Tha's two other things," She giggled nervously, "Okay wha's first?"
"Try to fasten the last three hooks just like the story. When you hear me
knock turn to the door and wait until I'm in position before you speak."
Allie made an O with her thumb and middle finger and winked. She began to
struggle with the fastenings. Her fingers felt fat and clumsy and she cursed
the dressmaker for not providing a zip. She heard a knock and looked towards
the canvas door expectantly. Groves-Ormsby crossed the set and stood by the
door. Allie was surprised that he looked so different under the lights. He
seemed taller and more muscular. She decide that he wasn't bad looking for
his age.
"All alone Carrie?"
Allie responded smoothly as she fell into character.
"Tom's at the church hall. Last minute arrangements with the caterers."
"I wasn't looking for Tom."
She looked down, unwilling to meet his eyes, "I know."
"You will be married in two hours."
"Yes..."
"So, can I kiss the bride now?"
Allie blushed and nodded. She stood motionless - her arms by her side and
wondered if Groves-Ormsby would really kiss her or just pretend for the
cameras. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to hers. Allie
accepted the kiss passively and, when his tongue flicked gently across her
parted lips, she did nothing to stop him. It was in the story and she was
hardly in a position to alter the plot. His tongue slipped between her lips
and into her mouth and she allowed it to happen but she did wonder if the
cameras could actually pick up that much detail.
True to the story, she didn't struggle when his hands stroked her back and his
tongue probed the warmth of her mouth. She felt his lips hard against the
softness of hers and though she didn't move her tongue she couldn't prevent it
from touching his. Then she remembered that it was supposed to anyway. She
accepted the gentle caress of his hands on her back and she submissively
allowed him to unfasten the remaining hooks. She began to worry when he
slipped the dress from her shoulders. How far did he intend to pursue
realism?
She murmured a protest, "Do you have to do that.?"
"It's in the story, remember?"
"That's right, I'm sorry, I forgot."
His mouth returned to hers and his tongue explored her mouth. She'd forgotten
what happened next. When she felt the dress slide from her shoulders and down
her arms she remembered but it was too late - the dress was around her waist
and his hands were on her breasts. She held her breath in astonishment and
then released it with a sigh as his lips moved over her neck and shoulders.
He fumbled with the fastening of her bra and, even through the haze of
alcohol, she knew that this was the moment to stop him. She was prepared to
pose in the nude but she wanted to take her own clothes off. This way seemed
too intimate, as if they were really going to make love instead of just posing
for the cameras.
She was no longer sure how much was acting and how much was real. She did
know that she'd had too much whisky and she was having difficulty
distinguishing between Carrie's dream and her own situation. She felt cool
air on her breasts and she knew he'd finally succeeded with unfastening her
bra. His hands were gentle as they stroked and squeezed her bare flesh but
then they were gone.
She gasped with unexpected delight as his lips reached her breasts and his
hand grazed the soft smooth skin of her belly. She felt her nipples tighten
and harden under his lips and she knew she shouldn't allow him to do this.
Reading the story had excited her but she wasn't Carrie. This was real and
her excitement was real.
His hands were behind her - pressing and stroking the small firm cheeks of her
bottom. His powerful hands squeezed her buttocks together and stirred a
fluttering sensation in her belly that swooped to her groin. Her body
trembled at the delicious new sensation and the objection in her throat became
a sigh of pleasure.
She had to remind herself that she wasn't Carrie. She was a thirteen year old
school girl not an eighteen year old bride and events were moving at a pace
that she felt unable to keep up with. She'd never imagined that modelling was
like this. She reminded herself that she could stop at any time. She wasn't
trapped in a story like Carrie was and she wasn't prepared to let him go too
far. He'd already gone further than she had allowed any of her boyfriends to,
but none of her boyfriends had ever made her feel what she was feeling now.
She knew that she would have to stop him soon - soon but not yet.
His lips and tongue wandered over her breasts and his hands moved down the
back of her thighs. They traced a path down her legs as far as the hem of her
dress. When they slid back up again they were under her dress. She said
nothing as his hands retraced their steps along the smooth skin of her bare
legs but she trembled with fearful anticipation. Whatever the story said, she
really should stop him now.
She felt his hands move further up beneath her dress. She shivered as his
hands travelled up her thighs until they reached her bottom. Her mind was
dizzy with confusion and, as his hands stroked her behind, she felt the heat
of his palms through her thin panties and the muscles in her bottom clenched
involuntarily.
One hand held both cheeks of her bottom and squeezed them together. The other
hand started to move slowly round her hip to the front of her flimsy panties
and she suddenly remembered the next part of the story. Her heart pounded
with sudden panic and she couldn't breathe. She refused to believe that he
was really going to touch her there, until she felt his fingers brush the soft
swelling beneath her panties.
She shook her head and. moaned softly. "Not there, please - don't touch me
there."
No-one had never touched her there - she really had to stop him now before he
went any further. She moaned again when his fingers pressed lightly through
the thin material into the softness of her vaginal mound. The incredible new
sensation that coursed through her nerves joined with the whisky to form a
heady cocktail that weakened her legs and she clung to him for support.
She tried to pull away from his touch but the hand on her behind slipped
inside her panties and- pressed into her buttocks, pushing her back onto the
pressure of his fingers. Now she shook her head and moaned continuously as he
stroked and teased the moistening surface of her panties but he ignored her
protests and she was powerless to stop him. When she felt him tug gently at
her panties her fear overcame her inertia. Her panties were already round her
hips when she moved her hand and tried to stop their descent but she was too
slow and he slid them smoothly down her thighs. Free of his arms, the dress
followed and pooled into a crumpled heap of silk around her ankles.
She was paralysed with shock and unable to resist when he picked her up and
laid her gently on the bed. Her only thought was that, now she was naked,
they could get on with the photography. Then, for the first time in her life,
she felt the touch of a man's hand on her naked sex. She cried out loud with
pleasure and shook her head in futile protest as his fingers encountered the
slick moisture between the soft lips of her open cunt. She stared up at him
and protested weakly.
"No please - stop now - no more"
His finger slipped easily along her moist slit and she gasped helplessly as it
grazed her erect clitoris. His head dipped and he trailed his tongue gently
along her inner thigh. She felt the moist tip of his tongue as it moved up.
It was almost at her vaginal lips when she remembered.
"Stop! This isn't in the story. They don't do this."
His breath was hot on her as he spoke.
"Yes they do Allie - it's on the next page. Don't worry I'll tell you what to
do."
"But I didn't know. You can't do this."
She squealed and forgot her objection as his tongue flicked out and lapped the
moisture from her vaginal lips. She looked down to see his head between her
thighs and wondered when he'd taken his clothes off. His tongue prodded her
clitoris and she squealed again. There was nothing she could do to stop the
fire that was building within her and she didn't really want to. The
sensations that streaked along her pleasure centres were new and exciting and
there was no real harm - unless he expected her to return the favour.
She managed to catch her breath as his tongue paused its tantalising licking
and probing. His head moved up and he kissed the trembling softness of her
belly. His tongue probed the hollow of her navel and her stomach muscles
tightened and fluttered in response. She was afraid to ask but she had to
know.
"What else do they do on this page," she whispered in a frightened voice. He
didn't reply but he didn't need to. She knew the answer to her question when,
as his mouth and tongue moved up to her breasts and then her lips, she felt
his hardness moving against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. This wasn't
happening. It could not be happening. She closed her eyes and hoped that the
whole scene would fade away. The rigid length of his penis was still moving
up between her thighs. He wouldn't dare - would he?
"No! Not that - you can't ..."
"It's only a dream Carrie. It's your dream and you know you want it"
"But I'm not Carrie. It's not my dream and I don't want you to do this."
She gasped her most potent objection. "I'm a virgin."
"Of course you're a virgin and in two hours you will be married. You don't
want to waste your virginity on Tom do you? I can't let you do that."
"I don't want to waste it on anyone - I'm not ready to do this." Her protest
went unnoticed and she realised with despair that Groves-Ormsby thought that
she was still acting.
"Do you think that you could struggle a bit - for the camera you know."
Allie struggled desperately but not for the camera. She felt the hard length
of him seeking the entrance to her vagina - felt it pressing against the
resistance of her virginal opening. He increased the pressure as he tried to
enter her. She was small and tight but he'd made her so wet and slippery
that, when he flexed his hips and pushed, she felt the bulbous tip of his
penis slip easily inside her. Her helpless struggles increased when she felt
him penetrate her.
"Take it out - stop"
"That's perfect. Wonderful! Now, when I push it all the way up inside you, I
want you to scream as if you're really a virgin, Can you do that?"
She didn't need telling and she had no need to answer him. She felt herself
stretch and she screamed in pain and fear. Then something tore inside her and
she felt more of him than she had thought possible moving inside her. She
knew that she was screaming but she couldn't hear herself.
As he slid the full length of his throbbing cock into her, the searing pain
enveloped her mind and blanked out everything else.
"That was brilliant Allie. You should have been an actress. Try to pull your
legs up - bend your knees and open them wide. I want the camera to see your
cunt as I fuck you."
"No - please stop - I don't want to do this - it hurts."
For a moment she thought that he'd heard her. He withdrew almost completely
from her and she felt the lips of her cunt gripping his cock as if reluctant
to let go. His rigid organ pulled the tender flesh of her pussy with it and
then as it plunged back into her protesting body the fragile lips were pushed
back again. She felt his hands under her knees and she was too weak to resist
as he pulled her legs up and opened them wide.
She knew that the cameras had total access to her most private parts now but
so did Groves-Ormsby. He could penetrate her further now and when he thrust
into her, she felt the thickness of his cock fill her completely.
The pain dulled to a bearable level and her mind began to function again. It
was too late to alter what had happened to her but, after months of
successfully fending off over eager boys, she was amazed at how easily it had
happened. She had scarcely struggled against him.
She lay still and waited with passive acceptance while he used her aching cunt
for his own satisfaction. She felt none of the pleasure that she'd read about
in books. None of the pleasure that his initial foreplay had promised. All
she felt was the relentless pounding of his pelvis on hers and the painful
thrusting of his cock inside her. It was as if her whole body was nothing
more than a receptacle for his thrusting organ - that she no longer existed
except as a disembodied cunt.
She sensed a change as his cock seemed to swell and his breath grew more
rapid. He was panting now and his thrusts had an increased urgency. She
realised that he was about to come. It would be all over in a second or two.
He was about to....
"Oh My God, No! Don't come inside me!"
It seemed that he hadn't heard her as he continued to pound his cock into her
in ever faster strokes. His breath was hot on her neck and his fingers dug
painfully into the cheeks of her bottom. His cock twitched a warning and she
screamed frantically at him.
"Take it out - take it out now - you can't come inside me!"
He groaned her name as if he was in pain and he thrust twice more into the
depths of her body before he pulled his cock from inside her. It was already
spurting when she saw it waving above her. She felt the hot stickiness of his
sperm as it splashed on her belly. She watched him holding his cock and
kneeling above her as he masturbated furiously to extract the last drop of
scalding semen. He came in bursts and she felt the sticky warmth splash onto
her face and breasts as he shouted her name in exhilaration.
His weight crushed the breath from her as he fell forward onto her. His
stomach pressed against hers and she felt his sperm spread and smear between
their bodies. He kissed her face and she tasted his sperm as he kissed her
lips and pushed his tongue back into her unwilling mouth. She turned her head
in disgust.
"Get off me. I'm going home."
He rolled off with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong?"
"Are you kidding? Of course nothing's wrong. You've just raped a thirteen
year old schoolgirl - what could possibly be wrong?"
"No I didn't - I wouldn't rape anyone. It was the story..."
A look of horror slowly crossed his face. "You told me that you were
eighteen."
"So I lied, but you still raped me. I asked you to stop - I begged you to
stop and you wouldn't."
"I thought you were acting. Surely you knew what was going to happen."
"How? Just tell me how I was supposed to know that you'd rape me."
"It's in the story - you must have read it Allie."
"Well I didn't get that far."
She felt tears of anger and frustration in her eyes. She rubbed them
furiously and her tears blended with his drying sperm to leave sticky smears
across her cheeks.
"Look at me! You've got your bloody stuff all over me."
"I'm sorry - I'm sorry for everything. I thought you knew."
"I need a wash - look at it. Why is there so much of it?"
"Because you are an incredible fuck - You must have over excited me."
"I am not an incredible fuck - until a few minutes ago I was a fucking
virgin."
"What?"
"You heard me. I told you before you did it to me."
"But I thought - Oh Christ - I thought you were acting."
"Oh ace! I ought to get an Oscar for the blood on the sheet then. Now where
can I wash your spunk off me?"
"I'll show you the bathroom. Still, it's lucky that most of it is on the
outside."
She stared at him and a look of horror crept over her face. "What do you
mean, most of it?"
"Well it would be a bit messy if it kept leaking out while we were shooting
the next chapter."
"Is that why you pulled it out?"
"Of course - why else?"
"You didn't care that you might get me pregnant then - just that if I leaked
it might spoil your precious pictures."
"It would look disgusting, but you've given me a brilliant idea to close this
scene. A close up of your face with tears trickling from your eyes, then
dissolve to a close up of your cunt with Steve's sperm dribbling from it."
"Forget it! You must be mad if you think I'm doing anymore of this. Didn't
you hear me? I could be pregnant."
"Don't be silly. You are on the pill, aren't you?"
"No, of course I'm not. Look at me! Watch my mouth! I am thirteen years and
four days old and I was a virgin. I intended to stay a virgin for a bit
longer yet. Why would I be on the pill you stupid bastard?"
Her face crumpled into tears as her words brought home to her what had
happened - what could still happen. If she was pregnant - and by a married
man....
Groves-Ormsby silently draped a dressing around her shoulders and helped her
up.
"I'll take you to the bathroom. When you have cleaned up we can talk about
it."
"I don't want to talk to you. When I've cleaned up, I'm going home."
"No Allie, I can't let you go yet. We have to finish the book tonight."
"I'll go when I like - unless you intend to keep me prisoner of course.
That'd be good wouldn't it? Round off the rape with a bit of abduction. Is
that it?"
"I have no intention of keeping you here against your will - but at least
think about it while you are cleaning yourself. If you are pregnant, you will
still be pregnant if you go home. If you stay, I can do something to help.
We also have to consider the book. I really am serious. It must be finished
- I have already been paid for it."
"So give the money back."
"I am unable to do that. It was a large sum of money and I have spent it."
"That's not my problem. You sort it out."
"I would prefer to keep faith with my publisher, but I suppose that I could
reimburse him with the money that I get for the video. He will not be happy
though."
"What?"
"Well it would upset his list - his publishing schedule."
"I meant what money for the video? You told me that you were using that to
paint from."
"I was but it will be incomplete if you quit now. A video like that though -
even though it is not finished - would fetch a lot of money, especially as it
is authentic. Do you have any idea how much it would fetch?"
She shook her head in disbelief at what he was saying but he assumed that she
was answering his question.
"Genuine footage of a thirteen year old losing her virginity would be worth a
fortune on the Japanese market."
"You wouldn't dare."
He smiled at her and she knew with a dreadful certainty that he would dare.
He led her to the bathroom and ran a bath for her. She waited for him to
leave the room but he sat on a stool in the corner with an air of expectancy.
"I'd like some privacy please."
"I have seen all that you have Allie. I have tasted most of it and I have
fucked your beautiful cunt. How much privacy do you think that leaves you."
"I don't care. I want to be on my own."
"And I want to watch you. We can talk if you like."
"We've got nothing to talk about."
"We could talk about the video. How many copies would you like for your
family and friends."
"You're mad - I don't want any."
"I'll send them direct then, shall I?
She was about to say that he wouldn't dare but she knew that he would. How
had she let him persuade her to go so far in the first place? Lucy had always
said that her bravado would get her into trouble one day. She just hoped that
Lucy never found out how right she'd been. Groves-Ormsby settled himself onto
the stool and waited.
"All right we'll talk."
"While you take your bath Allie. I want to watch you - in fact I think we
could write a bath scene into the book."
Allie untied the belt of the dressing gown. He wasn't going to leave and she
couldn't bear the feel of his sperm drying and shrinking on her body and face
any longer. She could feel his eyes on her as she lowered herself into the
hot water. She wasn't embarrassed about him seeing her nude now but she
resented his victory over her. He watched in silence for a few minutes while
she soaped herself. He moved across and sat on the edge of the bath. His
fingers trailed in the water.
"So what have you decided Allie? Should I sell the video or will you help me
to finish the book?"
"I haven't got a lot of choice have I?"
"I am afraid not. I hate to push you like this but it is important to me."
His hand dipped deeper into the soapy water and brushed carelessly against her
thigh. She jerked her leg away.
"Don't touch me. Just tell me what I've got to do. I suppose the wedding's
next."
"And the wedding night"
"Well at least it won't be you. You can't be both Tom and Steve."
"Well they are brothers and they do look alike. A bit of make-up and no-one
would know."
"I'd know."
"You want me to get someone else to fuck you for the wedding night then." "I
don't care if it's Quasimodo - just as long as it isn't you"
His hand touched her leg again and the bath wasn't wide enough for her to move
away again.
"I said don't touch me."
"Get used to it Allie. You know that I can't get anyone else at short notice
and we have a lot to do still. We certainly will not finish it all tonight
but we have made good progress."
"You seriously expect me to come back tomorrow so that you can fuck me again?"
His hand stroked her thigh under the water."
Of course - I need more time than you to recover between takes."
"More time to recover?"
"I couldn't possibly do it all in one evening."
She stared at him blankly as his words sank in. She scarcely felt his hand as
it insinuated itself between her thighs. His fingers stroked her with
insolent disregard for her feelings. It was as if he longer needed to bother
now that he had control of her. Her voice was dull and her head bowed in
defeat.
"You really intend to do it to me again don't you? How many more times?"
"It depends on whether we have to retake any scenes. The better you do it the
less repeats we will need"
He pulled his hand away and moved to the wash basin. Allie wouldn't look.
She didn't want to know what he was doing. She didn't want him to think that
she was interested. She heard the water running and despite her resolve she
glanced quickly in his direction.
He was busy soaping his penis and didn't notice her interest. She watched
intently as a morbid thought crept into her mind. She'd read somewhere that
men used soap as a lubricant when they sodomised women. Was that what he
intended to do? He could sell the video to whoever he liked before she'd
allow him to do that to her.
Her voice shook, "What are you doing?"
"Washing my cock - what does it look like?"
"Well I hope that you're going to rinse it."
"Well of course I will but I cannot imagine why it would be of interest to
you."
"Just as long as you rinse it."
He looked at her curiously, "I thought you hadn't read past the second page."
"What's that got to do with it?" she said, suddenly suspicious. Was that
what was on the next page - sodomy?
"Well soap doesn't taste very nice for a start."
Allie had the feeling that she'd missed something. Either that or one of them
was drunk. She lay back in the hot water and thought about it but she was
forced to ask.
"What are you talking about?"
He walked across to the bath and leaned over the rim. His face was only
inches from hers and she was forced to look up at him.
"I assume that you would prefer to suck a clean penis and I also assume that
you do not enjoy the taste of soap."
Allie tried to sit up but he was too close and she was forced to remain in a
lying position.
"Did you say when I.."
"Suck my penis."
"No chance Mr Groves-Ormsby - in your dreams."
He smiled as he swung one leg over the edge of the bath and straddled her
prone body. He was kneeling above her - not touching her but preventing her
from getting up.
"No - in your dreams Carrie. Perhaps you would like to rehearse a little
first, without the cameras."
"With or without cameras - forget it! What kind of animal are you?"
He didn't bother to answer. He moved forward and gripped the sides of the
bath and took his weight on both hands. His semi-erect penis hung inches from
Allie's face and she couldn't move. He slowly lowered himself until his
swaying appendage brushed her lips lightly.
"You have to do it Allie - it is in the story."
"No!" she gritted from behind clenched teeth.
"It's no different to sucking your thumb and you saw me wash it. It's
perfectly clean."
"I don't care."
He moved a fraction lower and his penis pressed a little harder on her lips.
The friction was having an effect on it already. Allie watched as it
gradually hardened. It made her think of the stop motion films she'd seen of
plants growing and flowering in a matter of seconds. It thickened and
lengthened as she watched in horrified fascination. As his swelling organ
hardened, he was able to exert more pressure on her lips.
Allie stared at him obstinately. He wouldn't be able to force his way past
her lips as long as she kept them together, and he knew it. On the other
hand, she couldn't get up until he allowed her to and he knew that too. He
smiled grimly at her.
"Looks like a stale-mate doesn't it?"
Allie refused to answer. If she opened her mouth to speak it would no longer
be a stale-mate. He jabbed persistently at her mouth for several minutes but
Allie refused to give in. The only result was that his penis grew harder. He
was beginning to tire from the exertion of holding himself in position over
her and his breath was coming in harsh short pants. Allie wasn't sure if it
was excitement or exertion but either way he would have to admit defeat soon.
He made a last futile attempt but his hand slipped and he lost his grip on the
edge of the bath.
He fell heavily on top of her and his weight pushed her under the water.
She struggled desperately to get out from under him but he was a dead weight.
She couldn't breathe and her lungs hurt. She pushed frantically at him as she
suddenly realised that she could drown. He was too heavy for her to make any
impression. She knew that she would never lift his weight from her and he was
doing nothing to help.
The pain in her chest was unbearable and she knew that in another second or
two she would have to inhale, even if it was water and not air that she sucked
in. Why wouldn't he move? Did he intend to drown her? Surely he realised
that if he killed her the book would never get finished.
She was suddenly more angry than frightened to think that she might die for
something as trivial as a book. Her rage lent a surge of strength to her
muscles and she pushed again. He rolled to one side and there was enough
space for her to slip from under him.
Allie was out of the bath and he still hadn't moved. He was lying face down
in the water which was slowly turning rose-coloured. She saw the curl of
blood leaking from the gash in his forehead. It billowed out into the water
like cigarette smoke and dissolved in a cloud of pink. If he wasn't dead
already, he soon would be if she didn't get him out of the water. The thought
crossed her mind that if she left him there, she wouldn't have to pose any
more. The idea passed instantly. She had offered to pose. It wasn't his
fault that she'd been impulsive.
She struggled to pull his dead weight from the bath. Why was he so bloody
heavy? She'd never lift him clear. He was going to die anyway if she
couldn't get him out of the bath. She let go of his arms and pulled the plug.
The water was going down but too slowly. She grabbed his hair and pulled his
head clear of the water. It would have to do until the bath was empty. She
had no idea of what to do then. He was lying on his front so the kiss of life
would be impossible. All she could do was try to turn him.
The last of the water gurgled away and a small river of red followed it.
She struggled to turn him but he was a dead weight. He coughed and Allie let
go in fright. Another cough was followed by a wheezing rattling intake of
breath. He groaned and coughed alternately until he was breathing almost
normally.
His eyes opened and Allie realised that she was crying.
"I thought you were dead."
"I think I am," he croaked.
"Can you get up? I couldn't lift you. I did try - really."
He lifted himself to his knees and crawled from the empty bath. He coughed
more water from his lungs and his hoarse voice sounded offended.
"I don't know what you did but you nearly killed me."
"I didn't do anything. You slipped and hit your head on the tap. I could
have left you to die but I didn't. There's no need to thank me for saving
your life though."
"My head hurts."
"You're lucky to be alive and you're whinging about a headache. You are such
a baby."
He grinned and then winced. "I'm sorry if I sound ungrateful but it's not
your head that's hurting."
Allie didn't know why she should feel sympathy for him after what he'd done
and what he'd tried to do to her. Something that she was unable to identify
about Groves-Ormsby made her feel protective. The word maternal sprang into
her mind and she shuddered. Whatever the reason, she couldn't be angry with
him.
"If you tell me where the aspirin is, I'll get you some. You could probably
do with a plaster or something on that cut as well."
He smiled weakly and she suppressed a sudden urge to hug him better. What was
it about this man that made her want to comfort him. It was his own fault
that he'd got hurt and he wasn't a child. He wasn't a very huggable man
either and if all he had was a head ache then he should be grateful.
She shook the feeling off and tried to sound businesslike.
"So where's the first aid box or do you want to bleed all over the bathroom?"
"You sound just like a nurse - no, like a matron. Very stern and
unsympathetic."
"I don't know how much sympathy you expect after what you tried to make me do
but you're not getting any."
He grimaced at her like a school boy who has been refused a second helping of
pudding. She glared back at him and he sighed at her lack of reaction.
"All the medicine stuff is in that cabinet on the wall."
Allie opened the cabinet and tried to sort through the mass of bottles for one
that looked like aspirin. She found the first aid kit and returned to him
with the bottle and a plaster. He made a fuss as she stretched the adhesive
strip over the cut on his forehead but she ignored his complaints. Part of
her felt a strange satisfaction that it hurt him.
"Serves you right. Perhaps you'll think twice next time you start trying
acrobatic stunts in the bath."
"I promise that I will think twice but I cannot promise, if you are in the
bath, that I won't do it again."
"That's easy - I'm not likely to be in your bath again. Now take your
tablets."
He glanced at the pills in his hand and put them back in the bottle.
"I take back what I said about you being a nurse. That is not aspirin Allie.
What are you trying to do to me?"
Allie checked the bottle. It looked like aspirin if she glanced quickly but
the label said Charisma Enhancement which told her nothing. She returned it
to the cabinet and found the right bottle.
"What's Charisma Enhancement?"
"It's a sort of vitamin supplement - nothing very exciting."
Allie nodded but there was a thoughtful expression on her face. Why would he
ask what she was trying to do to him if they were only vitamin pills. That
wouldn't have done him any harm. In fact he looked as if they might have done
him some good. She realised that she was still naked. It surprised her how
quickly she had lost her self consciousness.
"I don't think that we'll be doing any more tonight Mr. Groves-Ormsby. I just
don't think that you're up to it."
"My head certainly is not up to it Allie. I suspect that you could get the
other parts up quite easily."
She blushed deeply at the reminder of what they had done. She hadn't
forgotten but she'd pushed it to the back of her mind so that, as long as they
didn't mention the incident, it was as if it hadn't happened. She tried to
cover her embarrassment with a brusque rejoinder.
"I have no intention of getting any of your parts up Mr Groves-Ormsby.
Perhaps you've forgotten that I didn't want you to do it anyway. I'm not over
worried about the virgin bit. I had to lose it sometime and I think it's
over-rated anyway but you tricked me. Well you got what you wanted but if I'm
pregnant you'll get more than you expected"
"I told you that I'd take care of that."
"Oh, I'm sure you will. What've you got in mind? A quick little abortion -
Forget it! I don't believe in killing anything."
"Is that why you stopped me from drowning?"
"Why else? Don't kid yourself that it was because I couldn't bear life
without you."
He grinned cheekily and Allie almost regretted being so hard on him.
"Well if you are not pregnant we'd better be more careful next time. Maybe
you could go on the pill."
"What next time? I've got no intention of going through that again"
"Why not? It wasn't so terrible was it? And next time it wouldn't be
painful."
"But you're married and you're too old for me - and apart from that, I don't
fancy you."
"Not even a little bit"
She shook her head. "Makes no difference anyway - you're married."
"But this is business - my wife knows all about it. It's not like being
unfaithful"
"What you wanted me to do in the bath wasn't business. There are no cameras
in here. That was for your pleasure. Anyway, there's a word for women who do
that as a business and I'm not a whore."
"What about the video tape?"
"That's blackmail, how could you after I just saved your life?"
"I hate to do it Allie but I really am in trouble. If I don't deliver the
book in time, I could lose all of this - the house, the cars everything. It
is quite possible that I would need more than a plaster for my legs after
certain friends of my publisher have finished with them." Allie studied his
face carefully. She wasn't sure whether he was telling the truth or simply
playing for sympathy.
"I thought that your publisher was good."
"He is - good at selling my books, but he does not publish bibles and he is
not a saint. He is a tough business man and he lives in a different world to
you and I."
"And he'd really break your legs or something?"
"I do not honestly know but it is not an experiment that I want to try."
Allie bit her lip thoughtfully. If she was honest with herself, she wasn't
too sorry about losing her virginity. The truth was that she was feeling
relieved that it was over with. She didn't have to worry what it would be
like now - she knew. She was worried that she could be pregnant but it wasn't
very likely. She hadn't told Groves-Ormsby - he could sweat for a while - but
it was the wrong time in her cycle, unless she was very unlucky. There was
very little that she could do about it now anyway.
"I'm still not sure that I want to do anymore. It isn't what I expected."
"You thought that it would be all tasteful poses draped over Grecian pillars I
suppose. Well it is up to you. As soon as my head settles a bit, I will run
you home. Think it over and let me know in the morning."
Groves-Ormsby stayed in the bathroom while Allie got dressed. As an after
thought, she slipped the manuscript into her jacket pocket. She could read it
tonight in bed. If she did agree to pose again, at least she'd know what to
expect next time.
He pushed an envelope into her hand as she got out of the car. Allie was too
busy hoping that her neighbours would see her alighting from a Jaguar to think
much about the envelope, until he was gone. She opened the packet and nearly
dropped it when she saw how much he'd paid her. The going rate for a nude
model appeared to be more than ten times that for a baby sitter...
"So when are you going back for more?" said Trish.
"I'd already decided not to go back the next day but then I realised what you
meant when you said that you were prepared to be flexible at the right price."
"So?" chorused her friends.
"All this happened last night and I couldn't miss our meeting so I phoned and
told him that I couldn't make it tonight."
"He said he'd sell the video if you didn't go back. Aren't you worried what
he'll do?" queried Lucy.
"Not tonight I'm not. I'm too drunk and too tired to worry about anything."
Allie yawned and lay back with her hands under her head. She closed her eyes.
"Tell me if anything exciting happens."
Trish turned to Lucy and stared intently at her friend's face.
"Not likely," she whispered.
Lucy trembled violently as she looked into Trish's searching eyes and saw the
question there. The innocent kisses of affection that they had exchanged
earlier had seemed daring then but the silent question in Trish's eyes, the
question that they both knew but neither of them could voice, was for
something different - something more.
Trish's eyes held hers as if they were looking for permission. The air
between the two friends was charged with an electric expectancy. Lucy caught
her lower lip between her teeth and nodded silently. She knew what was going
to happen and she suddenly wanted Trish to take control of her - to take
responsibility for what they were about to do.
Trish leaned forward slowly until Lucy could feel her warm breath on her face.
Her heart pounded painfully as she felt Trish's lips press softly onto hers.
Their lips were wet already and they kissed gently, sliding their mouths back
and forth across each other. Lucy offered her tongue hesitantly and Trish
parted her lips to admit it. They explored each others mouths with a
tenderness that neither of them had experienced before. There was no wild
passion - just a slow languid exchange of sensuous pleasure.
"What are we doing?" breathed Lucy.
"I'm not sure but I want to do it."
"But I'm not a - a - you know."
"A lesbian? Neither am I Luce but I do love you."
That phrase again. The words rang alarm bells in Lucy's mind. Did that mean
that her friend wanted to fuck her like everyone else who said I love you?
How did one girl fuck another one anyway - it was ridiculous.
"Luce?"
"I know but we can't - you know - do anything -" she hesitated and bit her
lip. " - can we?"
"We don't have to. We can just do this if you like but you don't have to do
anything if you don't want to."
"I don't know - Why are we doing this?"
"I didn't know how else to show you how special you are to me until you kissed
me."
"What do you want to do?"
"Kiss you, hold you, touch you. I think I want to make love to you Luce.
Does that disgust you?"
"No - I think I want to as well - it just frightens me a little bit. I don't
know what to do."
Trish kissed her again and whispered softly into her mouth. "You don't have
to know what to do Luce. I don't know either but I know that I want more than
just to kiss you."
"Tell me what to do then."
"Do what ever you want to - I won't mind what it is. I trust you."
"I trust you too. It's just that I've never done anything like this - not
with a girl."
"I should hope not. That means we're both virgins."
Lucy felt her friend's hand move down her leg to the hem of her skirt. It
slipped under her skirt and caressed her bare leg just above the knee. Her
finger tips were feather light as they stroked Lucy's smooth skin.
"Do you mind me doing this Luce?"
"No - It feels nice - I like you touching me."
"What here, on your leg?"
"Yes..."
"What if I touched you higher up your leg?"
Lucy's breath caught in her throat. She could barely whisper. "How much
higher?"
"Does it matter?"
"No - I want you to touch me where you like."
Trish's hand progressed cautiously along Lucy's thigh. Her fingertips stroked
and caressed the smooth skin with gossamer lightness, slowly tracing small
circles as they edged higher. Lucy sucked in her breath and
Trish felt her friend tense as her fingers reached the softest part of her
inner thigh.
She felt the edge of Lucy's panties and whispered, "Lucy?"
Lucy knew what she meant. She nodded, "Yes but..."
"What? What's the matter?"
"I'm embarrassed Trish - I'm so wet down there already."
"Did I do that? Did I make you wet?"
She nodded again. "I've been wet ever since I kissed you the first time."
"So have I. When you kissed me on the lips the first time, I just flooded."
"Kiss me again Trish."
She did - licking and nibbling at Lucy's open lips, "Lay back Luce, I won't
hurt you."
Lucy did as she was told. "I know you won't, I just... Oooh!"
Lucy couldn't stop the small cry of pleasure when Trish's fingers stroked
lightly over the gusset of her wet panties.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
"Mmmmm - yes. It's beautiful."
"I want to undress you - touch you all over... Can I?
"I - I think so. Aren't you going to take anything off?"
"Only if you help me. These jeans are so tight."
Her hand maintained the lightest possible contact as she lay down next to Lucy
and her fingers moved slowly drawing whimpers of delight from her friend.
"You'll have to unzip me Luce. I don't want to stop touching you."
"No, don't stop. I'll undo you."
She fumbled for a moment with the brass button at the waistband of Trish's
jeans, then it slipped open easily. Her trembling fingers found the zip and
she pulled it down slowly. The tight denim parted to reveal a pale vee of
smooth skin. Lucy stared in wonder, as if it was the first time she'd seen
her friend's flat stomach and dimpled navel.
It was the first time that she had deliberately touched the inviting smooth
skin. Her fingers hesitantly explored the soft warmth of Trish's belly and
her friend cried out softly.
Lucy felt Trish's hand return and press against yielding surface of her
vaginal mound. Then a finger slipped deftly under the leg of her panties and
her friend was stroking the wet lips of her pussy. Her teeth made a dent in
her lower lip as she tried to pull Trish's jeans down her legs without
disturbing what she was doing.
Trish wriggled her hips and lifted them to allow the tight jeans to slide over
her hips. She lost contact with Lucy's pussy as her friend moved to slipped
the jeans down her legs and off her feet. Lucy stared entranced at Trish's
long slim legs. Her eyes travelled from the perfectly shaped ankles and took
in every curve of the long limbs until they met at the brief panties that hid
the swelling junction between her thighs. Her eyes were level with Trish's
crotch and on an impulse she kissed the soft silk covered mound. Trish
squealed and her hips lifted from the bed.
"Sshhh... You'll wake Allie."
"What did you do?"
Lucy moved back up until their eyes were level. She kissed Trish deeply and
slid her tongue delicately between her friend's lips. Their lips parted and
Lucy breathed softly into Trish's mouth.
"I kissed you - was it nice?"
"It felt so good, I can't describe it Luce. Can I do that to you?"
"If you want to. I'm really wet though."
"Good - I want you to be."
Lucy felt Trish's fingers on the waistband of her skirt. The hook snapped
open and Trish slid her friend's skirt off. Lucy felt her friend's hot breath
against the soft flesh of her thighs. She tensed in readiness for the touch
of Trish's lips but she was completely unprepared when her friend pulled her
panties to one side and pressed her lips firmly against the exposed flesh of
her pulsing vagina. She sighed with pleasure and then cried out loud when
Trish flicked her tongue between her swollen pussy lips.
"Sshhh... You'll wake Allie - remember."
"I didn't expect that. I didn't do that to you."
"You can if you like."
"Do you want me to?"
Trish didn't answer right away. She turned her attention back to Lucy's
exposed cunt and trailed her tongue deeply along the cleft. Lucy clamped her
lips together to stifle the scream of pleasure that erupted from inside her.
"What do you think?" said Trish softly.
"I think you want me to. Not yet though."
Lucy's fingers toyed with the buttons on Trish's blouse. "There's something I
want to do first."
She unfastened the buttons slowly. As the silk blouse opened, Lucy kissed
each new place that was exposed. Trish sat silently and let Lucy slip the
blouse from her shoulders. Lucy touched her breasts with a hesitant lightness
that made Trish gasp. Lucy stared with a look of wonder on her face as her
friends nipples hardened and grew.
"They're so beautiful Trish."
"They're too small - I'd rather have yours."
"No problem," Lucy grinned and quickly unfastened her own blouse.
She began to unfasten her bra but Trish stopped her. "I want to do that
Luce."
Trish reached behind her and released her breasts from their confinement. She
didn't move when Trish cradled one breast in each hand and bent forward to
kiss them. She moaned softly when Trish licked her nipples gently and then
she took each one into her mouth in turn and sucked them to maximum hardness.
The two girls lay back and held each other. Their mouths met eagerly and
their tongues darted back and forth. They could each feel the pressure of the
other ones nipples against their own and they ground their bodies together in
complete abandon. Lucy felt Trish press her hips against hers and she
responded. They kissed each other deeply to stifle their cries of pleasure as
their pubic mounds met and pressed together.
"I want you to take your pants off Lucy."
"No - you do it. I'll do yours."
Their hands moved simultaneously and tugged gently at the flimsy material.
Two pairs of panties slithered down their legs. Lucy kicked her foot to help
free her ankles.
"My God Trish, we're naked. What if Allie wakes up?"
"She won't wake up. She's pissed as a newt."
Allie snored softly as if in confirmation and Lucy grinned.
"In that case, you'd better make love to me before she wakes up."
Trish traced a finger delicately around her friend's lips. "I intend to Lucy
darling - I intend to."
Lucy felt a different kind of excitement thrill through her. "You called me
darling."
"Because I love you Lucy darling."
"Like a man?" said Lucy. The alarm bell was fainter and far away this time.
"No - better. I'll never hurt you and I know that you'll never hurt me."
"Oh God, I've never felt like this before. What are we doing?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Oh yes Trish, I want to... darling."
"You still haven't... you know."
"What? Kissed your cunt without your panties between you and my lips"
Trish writhed helplessly and stared imploringly up into Lucy's deep green
eyes.
"Don't say Luce. Do it - please."
Lucy kissed her friend tenderly and licked lightly along her parted lips.
"Like that Trish? Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yes - yes - but not there. Do it Lucy before I explode."
Lucy kissed her throat and her breasts before moving slowly down Trish's body.
Her tongue trailed wetly across Trish's heaving belly and elicited a groan of
pleasure as it moved towards its goal. She could see the moisture glistening
on her lover's pussy lips and she licked curiously at the drops of liquid.
"So wet," she whispered in awe.
Then she pressed her lips against Trish's cunt. Trish moaned low in her
throat and then squealed as Lucy darted her tongue into her wet slit.
She licked and kissed alternately, spurred on by Trish's cries of pleasure.
Then the tip of her tongue found the spot it had been seeking. Lucy pressed
her lips over the hard nub of Trish's clitoris and sucked it into her mouth.
Trish gave another cry and then she moved her body round so that she could
reach Lucy's cunt with her mouth.
The two girls lay at opposing ends to each other and their mutual cries of
pleasure were muffled as their mouths and tongues moved in ecstatic
synchronisation. Lucy could feel her orgasm approaching but she didn't want
to finish before Trish. Her hand was on Trish's bottom, pulling her onto her
mouth. She thrust her tongue forward and penetrated the centre of Trish's
sex. Trish whimpered with delight as she bucked and writhed at the new
sensation but she wasn't going to be out done.
Lucy felt a hand stroking and squeezing the firm cheeks of her bottom.
Then she felt the pressure of Trish's thumb as it felt for her vaginal
entrance and slipped inside. She buried her face more deeply into the hot
depths of Trish's pussy to stifle her scream of pleasure but Trish hadn't
finished yet. She slid her finger in next to her thumb and Lucy tensed as her
vagina stretched. Then the finger was gone. No, not gone. It was probing
around the tight opening of her rear passage, spreading the slippery moisture
of her pussy juices around the tiny opening.
With a thrill of fear, Lucy realised what Trish intended to do. She ought to
stop her from breaching the forbidden entrance but the wet finger was already
easing into her. She was surprised to find that the slow penetration of her
rear passage caused a pleasant comforting warmth that spread through her and
joined the already unbearable ecstasy that Trish's lips and tongue were still
generating. It felt so good that she wanted Trish to share the new sensation.
She wet her finger in the mixture of Trish's moisture and her own saliva and
probed her lover's secret place. Trish bucked her hips and groaned a mixture
of pain and pleasure as Lucy pushed her finger slowly into the tight warmth as
far as it would go. Then she felt Trish begin to fuck her slowly in both
passages at once. The unbearable sensation was too much and she screamed
silently as her orgasm hit her. She thrust her finger into Trish as far as it
would go and finger fucked her lover's rear passage as she sucked fiercely at
her cunt. She buried her tongue in the depths of Trish's vagina and felt the
muscles spasm inside as Trish climaxed.
Lucy came again as Trish writhed and twisted next to her. They clung
desperately to each other as the waves of pleasure shuddered through their
bodies until they both thought that it would never end. Finally, exhausted
and limp, they turned without thought until their lips met. They tasted the
sweet nectar of their own vaginal juices as their tongues met tenderly. Then
they simply clung together and drifted sleepily in the contented aftermath of
their orgasms.
Lucy whispered into her friend's ear, "I love you Trish - I'm glad we did it."
"Me too. I never thought it would be so good."
"We should get dressed before Allie wakes up."
"In a minute. I want to hold you for a while."
"Mmmm okay."
Their passion was spent now and they hugged and kissed with slow tenderness.
Whispering small secrets to each other and occasionally reaching out to touch
with curious fingers the secret places that given them so much pleasure. They
were tired and sated but when their feelings slowly grew to where they
couldn't be ignored, they made love again. This time they moved slowly and
savoured each touch and caress with a feeling of wonder that they were made
the same but they felt so different. Their orgasms were as slow and luxurious
as their lovemaking. When they felt their simultaneous climaxes begin to seep
slowly through their bodies they stared into each other's eyes with awe and
held their breath as they shuddered long and gently in mutual rapture.
"Trish?"
"MM.?"
"What should we do now?"
"Get dressed?"
"No - I mean are we.. Will we do this again?"
"I don't know Luce. We don't have to. You know that I love you. We aren't
like men - we don't have to keep proving it."
"I don't mind, if you want to. I mean I'd want to if you did."
"I know and that's why I love you."
They kissed again and began to dress.
"Trish?"
"MM.?"
"It was better than anything I've ever done before. Better than with a man I
mean."
"I should hope so if your only experience of men was being raped by Gary
Scumbag."
"That's not my only experience."
"No, but you can't really count a quick fuck with Nobby Clarke. I'm not sure
that I like being compared to either of them."
"I wasn't comparing you with anyone. Don't be cross with me. You know that
you're worth a hundred of them to me."
Trish reached out and stroked her cheek with one finger.
"I was teasing. I don't think I could be cross with you."
"I think you will be when I tell you."
"Tell me what? What have you been up to?"
"I didn't want to say - I'm so ashamed but I've got to tell you now after...
after what we've done."
A solitary tear trickled down her cheek. Trish kissed it away and held her.
"I don't believe you could do anything so bad that you couldn't tell me.
You've probably just built it up in your mind till it seems worse than it
really is."
Lucy sniffed and pulled away from her friend.
"You'd better hear it first before you decide that I'm a little angel."
"So tell me, but don't pull away from me - not now," she smiled," and I've
never thought you were an angel."
"There was someone else. I made love to someone else Trish and I did it
because I wanted to."
"That's okay. I told you that what we've got is as well as. You don't have
to tell me about your other lovers."
"I want to Trish - I have to tell someone and you're the only one I can
trust."
"Tell me then."
"I didn't tell everything about after I took Gary's jeans. Before I threw
them away, I found some stuff in his pockets and I kept it."
"Serves him right. I hope it was valuable."
"It was. There was a lot of money. I don't know how much - I haven't counted
it. I was too frightened to get it out after I'd hidden it."
"Is that all? I reckon he owed you more than he could pay in money anyway."
"Who're we talking about," said Allie with a yawn. "Sorry I dropped off.
Have I missed much?"
Lucy and Trish glanced guiltily at each other.
"Not really Allie," said Trish.
"No - we were just gossiping," added Lucy.
"Without me though."
"You were asleep. We didn't want to wake you."
"Well I'm awake now. What's the scandal?"
Trish looked at Lucy with a query in her eyes. Lucy nodded. She felt guilty
that they'd unconsciously excluded Allie from something private that she could
never share with them. They weren't equal anymore. She and Trish had moved
beyond normal friendship now and there would be tensions between the three of
them that wouldn't stay hidden for long. It seemed only fair to share her
secret with Allie.
"I was telling Trish about something that happened to me. Something that I'm
ashamed of."
"Don't you trust me then? I'm not a silly kid you know. Sometimes I wonder
if you guys realise how much I think of you."
"Yes we do Allie," said Trish soothingly.
"It's just that you never say anything. Life's a big joke for you," said
Lucy.
"I know when to be serious. Just because I don't go around saying it - you
must know. Bloody hell! If anyone but you or Trish had kissed me on the lips
like that I'd have decked them."
"I didn't kiss you," protested Trish.
"No, but you could have. I wouldn't have gone ape that's the point."
"I'll bear that in mind next time I feel randy Allie."
Lucy felt an illogical jealousy sweep through her. Was Trish flirting with
Allie in front of her? Trish touched her hand lightly in a reassuring gesture
but Allie still wasn't satisfied.
"So are you going to trust me with your shameful secrets or not Lucy?"
"Of course I am - now that you're awake. Where was I?"
"You'd made love to someone because you wanted to but you were ashamed of it
and you kept Gary's money because he raped you," said Allie.
"That was before you woke up," accused Lucy, "how did you know?"
"I've been awake for ages. It just didn't seem the right time to let you
know."
She stared hard at her two friends. "So now will you trust me?"
"I think that we have to," said Trish levelly." I'm not even going to tell
you how important it is for me and Lucy that we need to be able to trust you."
"Don't worry. I told you that I - I think a lot of you both. You don't think
I'd ever do anything to hurt either of you, do you?"
Lucy suddenly realised that they hadn't shut Allie out at all. She was as
much a part of what had happened between them as they were. She wondered what
would it would be like to make love with Allie. She was so different to Trish
that... She shut the thought off, feeling horrified and guilty.
She felt as if she'd just been unfaithful and what was worse, she'd been
jealous of Trish for joking about it. She spoke quickly to stop her train of
thought before she lost control.
"We do trust you Allie and we don't need to be randy to kiss you either."
Allie blushed and wiped her mouth in an unconscious gesture.
"I'm not sure that I'm ready for the advanced course yet but I do want to hear
what happened. Maybe I'll tell you my shameful secret afterwards."
"Well if we're baring all - I suppose that I'll have to confess as well," said
Trish.
"That's right," said Allie smacking her fist into the palm of her hand.
"I just remembered that you told us all about why you hated men but you held
the bit back about where you turned back onto them."
"I didn't say that I was back on them but you'll have to wait till later -
it's Lucy's turn first," smiled Trish.
She turned to Lucy with a puzzled look.
"I don't know why you're so worried about keeping Gary's money though."
"He owed you," said Allie.
"That's what I thought, so I wasn't too worried about that. There was some
other stuff though - a bottle of tablets and a notebook. I didn't take much
notice at the time - I don't even know why I kept them. Anyway I was really
late getting back and I was worried what my parents would say..."
Lucy crept silently through the rear garden gate. She had to find a secure
hiding place for the money until she decided what to do with it. She pulled
open the rotting door of the tool shed and winced as the rusting hinges
squealed a faint protest. Her step-father wasn't interested in the garden and
she wondered if she was the first person to open the shed since her father had
left.
The shed was damp and ancient cobwebs clung to her face and hair as she felt
around in the dark for a safe place to hide the thick wad of notes.
She stuffed them into a cracked flowerpot and after a moment's thought she
stacked several more on top - There could be mice in the shed and the money
would make a very expensive bed for them.
She pulled off Gary's jacket and threw it into a corner, still surprised that
she was thinking so calmly after what had happened. Calmly, apart from the
compelling urgency of a hot bath and the need to go to bed and finish what
Gary had so inadequately started.
She had hoped to creep upstairs to her room without her parents noticing that
she was home. She didn't feel able to deal with company or conversation until
she was clean. The light was off in the kitchen and there was no sign of her
mother. She tip-toed past the living room where her step-father was watching
television. He glanced up at her as she passed the open door. He must have
been waiting for her - she was sure that she hadn't made a sound..
"What did he want that wouldn't wait till tomorrow?"
"Who?"
His voice was suddenly suspicious.
"Your English teacher - that is who you went out to see wasn't it?"
Lucy tried frantically to think of a convincing reason that would satisfy him.
"He's lost his timetable - he wanted a copy of mine."
"I didn't see you take anything out with you."
Lucy tried to keep her voice level. She didn't want to get into a long
discussion with him this evening. All that she wanted now was to have a bath.
To wash every trace of Gary from her body. More than anything, she wanted to
satisfy the burning need that had itched and tormented her all the way home.
"I know that. I always leave my copy at school - he'll have to wait till
tomorrow"
"So why didn't you tell him that over the phone?"
"Because he didn't tell me what he wanted on the phone. What is this? Why do
I have to answer to you every time I do something or go somewhere?"
"Because I'm your father and I worry about you."
Lucy hated his smug smile. He must know by now that she would never accept
him as her father. She dreamed that one day her real father would turn up and
take her away but it was a dream that became less real with every year that
passed. She'd been seven when her father left. Just six years ago, and she
couldn't even remember what he looked like now. There were no photographs of
him and her mother never even mentioned his name.
"You're not my father. My dad would never do the things that you do to me."
"No, he just loved you so much that he walked out on you and your mum. At
least I'm still here."
"Don't I know it. Anyway where is mum?"
"Your Gran's ill. She's gone over there for the evening."
He grinned meaningfully, "So it's just me and you Lucy."
"Just you - I'm going to have a bath, then I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
Her step-father turned back to the television without answering and Lucy
awarded herself another victory point. She'd stopped counting a long time ago
but she was sure that she was winning. She'd forgotten when it was she'd
started scoring points off him but it was time he learned that she would never
let him take her dad's place. Every time she taunted him or accidentally
allowed him catch a glimpse of her developing body she was reminding him that
she was not his daughter.
He retaliated by trying to embarrass her. He started by making suggestions to
her that he would never have made to his own daughter, if he had one.
She steadfastly refused to show her embarrassment - that would have been a
point to him. The clandestine war gradually escalated. His constant
harassment was almost a daily occurrence now and the routine had become
boringly predictable. He would touch her bottom or brush against her and make
lewd suggestions as he passed. She would shout at him and threaten to tell
her mother about him. Eventually he'd leave her alone - until the next time.
She was halfway up the stairs when he called her back. She turned wearily.
"What now?"
"How about a cup of tea before your bath?"
"I don't want a cup of tea."
"Well make me one anyway."
Lucy snorted derisively. "Make it yourself - I'm not your servant."
Her step-father sighed impatiently. "If you were a servant, I'd have sacked
you years ago. Now make the tea like a good girl or I'll tell your mother..."
"Tell her what you like."
"That you came home without your pants."
Lucy froze in mid-step. She was about to deny his accusation but it was
obvious that he hadn't just made a lucky guess. From where he was sitting, he
could see the stairs. He must have nearly broken his neck to see up her
skirt, but he knew. She descended the stairs in stunned silence. He watched
her walk slowly to the kitchen.
Her hands were numb as she filled the kettle and switched it on. He said
nothing as she stood in the open doorway and waited for the kettle - waited
for him to speak - waited for anything to break the awful tension.
The kettle boiled and turned off with a loud click. Lucy started nervously at
the sudden sound. As she poured the tea, she wondered what he would do.
Would he tell her mum? Or, more likely, would he save it up and use it as a
weapon.
She carried his tea in and nervously placed the cup on the small coffee table.
"Bring it here Lucy."
"What!"
He patted the arm of his chair. "I said bring it here."
She approached him reluctantly and put the cup down. She turned to go but he
caught her wrist.
"Don't go - I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"I think you know, Miss Innocence. Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth would
it? So how come no knickers?"
"I didn't have any clean ones. I was only going to be out for a few minutes
so I didn't bother."
She tugged her skirt to cover as much of her legs as possible. It was too
late now - he'd already seen all she had but she was acutely aware that he was
still looking. She smoothed her skirt nervously and felt the lump in her
pocket. The pills! She had no idea what they were but if her step-father
discovered them, he'd probably accuse her of taking drugs.
They were most likely only aspirin but he'd want to believe the worst.
"So you went to meet your teacher with no pants on?"
"He didn't notice so it doesn't matter."
"You had pants on when you were lying on your bed. What did you do - take
them off before you went out? Or did you lose them while you were out?"
Lucy said nothing - there was nothing she could say without telling him what
had happened to her.
'He'd love that' she thought 'another weapon to use against me'
She stared at him silently and prayed that he'd lose interest in goading her.
"You were only going out for a few minutes but that was more than an hour ago.
What happened Lucy?"
"Why should you care? You're not my father. It's none of your business what
I do."
"Your mother might be interested though."
"You can't prove anything - and if you tell her, I'll tell how you keep
touching me up."
Her step-father looked thoughtful for a moment.
"So if I keep quiet about you and your teacher - you won't say anything
about..."
"I won't tell her anything," said Lucy eagerly.
"Not even about tonight?"
She looked puzzled. "Tonight?"
"That's right - tonight."
"I don't know what you mean."
He gripped her wrist more tightly. His other hand went behind her and stroked
her bottom.
"I think you know what I mean Lucy."
She squirmed desperately but he held her fast. His hand caressed the tight
cheeks of her behind and she felt her skirt ride up a little with every
movement. She held her breath until she felt his hand on her bare flesh.
"W-what are going to do?"
"What would you like me to do Lucy?"
She jumped nervously as his fingers stroked the cleft of her bottom.
"Nothing, I don't want you to do anything."
The palm of his hand cradled her buttocks but his fingers were between her
legs. He'd never gone this far before and Lucy was genuinely frightened.
She wriggled to avoid his questing fingers - to avoid the, by now familiar,
sensations that his fingers were generating between her legs.
She was already aroused but the thought that her step-father could have this
effect on her was alarming.
She heard the clatter of the pill bottle as it fell from her pocket. Her
step-father released her and snatched the bottle from the floor.
"What's this?"
"Aspirin - I've got a head-ache."
He looked suspiciously at the bottle, "Are you sure? it doesn't say aspirin"
She grabbed the bottle and backed out of his reach as she unscrewed the top.
She tipped two pills into her hand. There was only one way to convince him.
With a silent prayer that they were aspirin, she swallowed the pills and took
a mouthful of his tea.
"Of course I'm sure. Look I really do feel bad. Can I have my bath and go to
bed?"
He grinned suggestively, "D'you want me to do your back?"
Lucy felt relieved and grateful that she had escaped his accusations and his
advances. She could afford to be pleasant to him. She allowed herself to
smile back teasingly at him.
"You're pushing your luck. Mum'll be back soon."
She lay back in the steaming water and closed her eyes. The fresh scent of
the bath oil made her feel cleaner than just scrubbing with soap had done.
She allowed her mind to drift as the heat eased the soreness from her body.
Her tired mind tried to make some sense of the last few days. She felt that
more had happened to her in one week than the whole of the rest of the year.
A week ago she was worried about her lack of experience and now... She
giggled at the thought that it was like the ninety three bus.
Wait hours for one and then they all came together. She giggled again at the
pun. Allie would like that - it was her kind of joke. Except it wasn't a
joke - she was more confused about sex, now that she'd experienced it, than
she had ever been before.
She hadn't suspected the existence of the reservoir of sexual energy that her
teacher had tapped into. He'd released and controlled the new energy and she
was glad that he had. Gary had breached the dam within her but he'd failed to
harness the sexual energy that he'd released. Now it flooded and filled her
uncontrollably. Its very presence made rational thinking more difficult. It
hadn't helped that her step-father's advances had rekindled the need to
satisfy her new appetites. The thought shocked her. If even her step-father
could excite her sexually she would be easy prey for any male who made
advances to her.
Gary was history, that much she was sure of. He was too immature and she
wasn't sure if she had ever really liked him anyway. The attention had been
flattering because he was her first boyfriend but he had no idea how to treat
a girl. Not like Mr. Clarke - he didn't have to resort to rape. It suddenly
occurred to her that she didn't even know her teacher's first name. She
couldn't think of him as Nobby - it didn't fit her image of a lover.
She didn't really know anything about him at all. What did he do after school
when he wasn't with her? She didn't know where he lived or who he lived with
- or if he lived alone. Her blood ran cold at the thought that he might even
be married. It hadn't even crossed her mind until now that he might have a
wife. She shrugged carelessly - there was no point in speculating. Tomorrow
she would ask him.
She had to get out of the bath. The heat was making her dizzy.
She stumbled giddily from the bathroom. She felt drunk - just like when she'd
had the whisky in her teacher's study. She giggled softly to herself. The
whisky wasn't all she'd had. That was a nice thought to go to bed on. She'd
dream about Mr. Clarke - perhaps he'd continue, in her dreams, what he'd
started in his study.
She hunted clumsily through her drawer for something seductive to wear to bed.
If she was going to dream about her teacher, and she was sure that she would,
then she wanted to look good for him. She chose a pure white silk
night-dress. The night-dress reached half way down her shapely thighs showing
off her long slim legs. Covering everything and concealing nothing, it tied
at the front with a thin belt that accentuated her slim waist. Her shapely
body silhouetted through the sheer material. Her small breasts were firm
enough to stand proudly without the aid of a bra and her nipples showed a
darker pink where they pressed against the thin material.
Her mirror confirmed that she looked good. If Mr Clarke could see her now he
would definitely fall in love with her. She left the matching panties in her
drawer. Twice now she'd walked home without panties and if she was to dream
about Mr Clarke, she'd do that without panties as well.
She hugged her pillow, still aware of the empty hunger that Gary had started
within her. The hunger didn't matter now because she had her teacher to
satisfy it. She closed her eyes dreamily and imagined her teacher's hand
lightly brushing over her nipples. They sprang into instant hardness when she
touched them but in her mind the hands that stroked her body were not hers.
Her breasts ached and throbbed with an urgency that surprised her but she
didn't want to rush. She had all night and her teacher enjoyed teasing her.
One hand strayed down to the hem of her night-dress and hovered gently over
the sensitive skin of her thighs. She sighed breathlessly with anticipation
and then touched herself gently between her legs. She gasped in surprise at
the intensity of the feeling that rushed through her body.
She threw off the quilt and rolled onto her back. One hand caressed her
throbbing breasts and her legs parted as her other hand found the soft
swelling of her sex mound. She was wet already but she would make him wait.
She would tease and torment him because she loved the power that she held over
him while she coaxed him to beg her for release. The moment when his frantic
cock had spurted over her hand blurred with the memory of his hand between her
legs.
His hands stroked her more insistently and she groaned out loud. Another
memory filled her mind. She was excited and ashamed as she softly whispered
the words to her pillow - words that he had taught her. Words that had
disgusted her before, but now they conjured erotic memories of her teacher and
they fuelled her excitement
"Not yet. I don't want you to fuck me yet sir. I want to touch you and kiss
you. I want to lick your cock until it's bursting. I want your cock in my
mouth and I want your mouth on my cunt."
She drifted trance-like as one hand closed over the moistness between her legs
and the other hand extended a finger to her soft lips. She licked and nibbled
at the finger and it slid smoothly between her parted lips. Another, larger
and rougher hand slid past the open front of her night dress and stroked her
breast gently...
Her eyes snapped open to see her step-father standing over her. His hand
closed, taking possession of the breast that he had been stroking. Her heart
seemed to stop for a second. How long had he been there? She was more angry
and embarrassed than frightened. Her hand closed protectively over her naked
vagina.
"What are you doing? Get out of my room!"
"No need to ask what you're doing Lucy - I know what you're doing."
"It's none of your business. Now get out and leave me alone or I'll tell mum
what kind of pervert she married."
This was his cue to say something suggestive and leave but he didn't move.
His hand still cupped her firm breast and he smiled at her like a man with a
secret. Lucy suddenly realised that something was different this time. He
had never gone this far before. This wasn't a secret grope of her bottom as
he passed her on the stairs. This was no furtive brushing against her body
when she wasn't nimble enough to dodge.
The pathetic groper, that she occasionally tormented with a provocative wiggle
of her firm little bottom, was acting very differently tonight. She been too
anxious to get away from him earlier in the evening, to give it much thought
but she realised now that when he'd touched her between her legs, that he was
acting more boldly than usual. At least she'd had her clothes on earlier. He
had never seen her with so exposed before and he'd never held her as blatantly
as the possessive hand on her breast was now doing. Lucy shivered nervously.
The rules of their game had changed and no-one had told her.
"I said get out before I tell mum." Her voice was desperate and shrill.
"You'll have to wait to tell her anything. She won't be home tonight."
Lucy's heart lurched and she felt sick. His voice carried a suggestion of
something more than what he'd said.
"I don't believe you, you're lying. Why would she stay away all night?"
"Your Gran got worse and I told her she should stay over. After all we can
look after ourselves, can't we Lucy?"
He squeezed her breast to make his meaning clear. His other hand was on her
leg, stroking the calf with deliberate slowness. She tried to pull her leg
away but he pinned it in place without effort and now his hand was on her knee
and moving upwards. Her voice was pleading.
"Look, be sensible. Touching me up is bad enough but you can't do this.
You're my father..."
"That's not what you said earlier Lucy. You were very definite about that, so
this is really your own fault."
Her step-father's fingers trailed higher along her thigh until they met her
hand, still frozen in place under her night dress. She cupped her hand more
tightly over her sex mound but his, much larger hand, closed over hers.
"Move your hand Lucy."
"What are you going to do?" she whispered weakly.
"If you move your hand, you'll find out."
She shook her head mutely. He squeezed her hand firmly pressing her fingers
against her damp pussy.
"You've never liked me have you Lucy?"
"Of course I do," she blurted, anxious to placate him, "but this is wrong, you
know it is."
He released her captive breast and stroked the soft skin with a feather touch
that made her shiver. She tried to push his hand away but it was a useless
gesture, he was too strong. She held onto his wrist weakly as his fingers
trailed across to the tiny hard nipple and teased it gently.
"You like that don't you? I think that you've always liked me touching you."
"No! That's not true - I hate it. It makes my skin crawl when you touch me."
She said the words without conviction.
"So why do you flaunt yourself at me Lucy? Why do you wiggle your cute little
arse whenever you walk past me?"
"It was just a game - I didn't mean anything by it."
"You play dangerous games Lucy. If you set out to tempt a man you've got to
accept the consequences."
"I didn't think, I just thought that you'd take notice of me. I suppose I
wanted you to like me."
"Well it worked Lucy, I really do like you." He bent and kissed her forehead.
"Now will you move your hand?"
She shook her head emphatically, "No! Now please get out and leave me alone."
"Well at least untie your belt so that I can see you properly."
"What?"
Her heart fluttered wildly at the suggestion and for a moment she couldn't
breathe. He took her silence as acceptance and her eyes widened in disbelief
as she watched his hand leave her breast to tug gently at the belt. With one
hand clamped protectively between her thighs she tried to hold the belt
together with the other hand. Despite her efforts, the knot unravelled
smoothly and her night-dress fell open leaving her quivering young body open
to his gaze.
Frozen in time - like watching herself on a slow motion film - she stared
numbly as his fingers stroked her trembling belly. Her stomach muscles
spasmed and contracted as his fingers trailed over her sensitive skin before
they moved back up to caress her breast. His other hand still covered hers
and he pressed her fingers into her crotch, in a slow careful rhythm. She
groaned helplessly as he used her slim fingers to carry out his silent
commands. She'd excited herself to fever pitch before he'd touched her and
now her body was trembling with desire. She struggled to keep her voice
steady so that he wouldn't suspect the effect that he was having on her.
"Look, I'm sorry if I teased you but now you've gone too far. You've got to
stop."
"Like you said, I've gone too far - too far to stop Lucy. Now, move your
hand."
"I can't, it's wrong for us to do this. What about mum? She'll throw you out
and I won't have a father at all."
"Only if you tell her. She won't find out from me and I don't think you'll
say anything will you?"
His fingers were still tracing a delicate path around and over her erect
nipple and she wondered why he hadn't touched her other breast. Of course she
didn't want him to but she wasn't strong enough to stop him, so why didn't he
just go ahead and claim both breasts. He could even force her to move her
hand from between her legs if he wanted to. He didn't need to ask her. She
had already discovered how much strength was in his arms. She realised with a
sudden chill that he could force her to do anything and she was powerless to
stop him. She pushed weakly at his arm.
"Please stop. I promise that I won't tell mum if you stop now."
"You won't tell her. You wouldn't want to hurt her. So you won't tell her
anything, will you?"
Lucy knew that he was right. If her mother found out what he was doing to her
daughter, it would destroy her and their family.
"No, I suppose not," she muttered feebly, "but you have to stop. It's bad and
wrong."
"Move your hand Lucy."
"No."
"You owe me that much Lucy. After the way that you've teased me. At least
let me see what I'm missing."
For a moment she was tempted. All she had to do was move her hand away and
let him look at her. Then he might go and leave her alone. He couldn't
accuse her of teasing him then, could he? His hand left her breast and glided
gently down her belly before moving back up to caress the other nipple into
erection. She'd been waiting for him to pay attention to her other breast but
the sudden fresh flare of pleasure caught her by surprise and she gasped
involuntarily.
Encouraged by her reflexive response he bent over her and ran his tongue
lightly over both nipples. Lucy sucked in her breath sharply as tiny shocks
of pure energy shimmered along her nerves and burst like champagne bubbles
wherever his flickering tongue touched her skin. She moaned softly and tried
ineffectively to push his head away.
"Ohh... don't. You mustn't - please stop now."
"Move your hand then."
"If I do, will you promise only to look. Promise that you won't do anything
else to me?"
"I promise that I won't do anything that you don't want me to."
She hesitated for a moment as he released the pressure of his hand on hers.
Then she slowly withdrew her hand from between her legs. She blushed scarlet
as he gazed between her open thighs. This was wrong. It was wrong for him to
touch her the way that he had, and it was wrong for her to show herself to him
like this.
She was hot with embarrassment but she felt a perverse pride as her
step-father knelt by the bed and silently admired her naked body. How long
could he just stand there and stare at her? How long could she lie exposed
and vulnerable while he studied the most intimate secrets of her body? Her
naked vagina pulsed as if it was aware of his attention. It was inviting him
to touch her there - daring him to take possession of it.
Lucy felt the pounding of her blood as it engorged and dilated her pussy lips
and she wanted her fingers back there in the damp warmth. If he would only go
now, she could finish what she had started. She moved her hand to cover
herself again but he caught her wrist gently and stopped her. She didn't try
to struggle, it was pointless.
He dipped his head as if in prayer and kissed her leg just above her knee.
His tongue flicked out and lightly grazed her smooth thigh. Her legs trembled
as his tongue traced a line upwards and Lucy whispered feebly.
"No, you promised you wouldn't."
His warm breath on her inner thighs blazed a thrilling trail for his tongue as
it glided over the silky soft skin towards her unprotected vagina. She
clenched her fists and protested again.
"You promised..."
She sighed softly as his tongue licked delicately at her pussy lips and his
breath was hot on her inflamed cunt.
"You mustn't... Noo.. Oooohhh!"
She couldn't prevent the sudden flow of moisture and she couldn't stop her
legs from parting as he slid his hands under her. His strong palms cradled
her firm bottom and gently raised her hips. Her mind and her body were no
longer connected. Like a dream that she couldn't control, she was unable to
resist as he turned her sideways across the bed so that his flickering tongue
could reach further into her.
He pulled her closer to where he was kneeling and her legs hung over the side
of the bed with his head between her thighs. She was helpless to stop his
expert tongue as it danced magical spells of confusion through her body. She
couldn't still the sparkling trails of pleasure that leapt like lightning
through her body to build a coruscating stream of fire that threatened to
explode within her.
She tried without success to control her hips as they rose to meet his lips
and tongue. Even her voice refused to obey. Lucy cried out loud with
pleasure but still she knew that it was wrong. She tried to fight the waves
of sexual sensation that overwhelmed her. She had to regain control of the
situation. If he won this time, she would be lost forever.
"You must stop.. You promised that you wouldn't do anything." She panted
weakly.
He paused and looked up at her from between her thighs. His lips were wet
from her vaginal juices.
"I promised not to do anything that you didn't want. Tell me that you don't
want this and I'll stop."
Lucy bit her lip. She didn't want this but her body was loving it. But with
her step-father? Her mother's husband?
"We mustn't... Don't you see? We can't do this even if we want to."
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across her swollen clitoris.
Lucy squealed hopelessly as her hips thrust upwards invitingly. He looked up
with a knowing smile.
"You mean we mustn't do this even though we want to."
"Yes, that's right, we mustn't," she breathed.
"Well I didn't promise not to do what we mustn't, only what you didn't want,"
he said craftily.
His head dipped back to her open thighs and his expert tongue teased her till
she felt sure that she would explode. Every fibre of her tormented young body
screamed for release but a corner of her mind still nagged at her conscience.
She couldn't fight the demands of her own body even though she knew that he
was wrong to be doing this to her. She was wrong for to allowing him to do it
- for wanting him to do it.
Her mind excused her body's actions. It wasn't her fault - she had said no
but he had ignored her. She couldn't find a way to excuse her irrational urge
to reach out and stroke the swelling in his trousers.
It was definitely wrong that she should want to touch him, to open his zip and
feel his erect cock. It was wrong but her hand reached out for him anyway, as
if it had made the decision on its own. Her fingers brushed tentatively
across the bulge in his trousers and his lips pressed harder against her
vagina in response. She groaned in pleasure and confusion as she tried to
remember at what point she had stopped struggling and started to encourage
him.
She struggled weakly to open his trousers but her hands were as uncoordinated
as her brain. He paused for a moment to guide her trembling fingers onto his
belt buckle. She tugged it loose while he pulled his zip open but his cock
was beyond her reach. She groaned in frustration while he stood up and pulled
his clothes off.
Lucy gasped in amazement when she saw the size of his erection. Her hand
itched to touch it but it was as thick as her wrist and she was terrified that
he might want to try to put it inside her. He would kill her if he tried...
if she let him try. She shook her head. He wouldn't do that - she wouldn't
let him do that. She was his step-daughter and, even if that meant nothing to
him, she was still a school girl.
He moved closer to the bed and the huge length of his cock was within her
reach. She touched it timidly and her small hand closed around it. She
explored its length while he bent over her and kissed her breasts. His lips
wandered over her neck and breasts but she wanted his tongue back inside her
empty cunt. She tentatively gripped his cock and pumped it gently to
encourage him. She felt his hand on her wet pussy lips and she cried out in
ecstasy as he found her clitoris and slid his finger over the slippery nub.
His tongue flickered over her lips and slid into her open mouth as he pressed
his lips to hers. His fingers manipulated her streaming cunt with expert care
but her screams of delight were muffled by his mouth as he kissed her.
Then his hands were under her - lifting and pulling her gently across the bed
towards him. Her legs sprawled over the side leaving her hips in mid air,
supported only by his strong hands on the firm cheeks of her bottom.
He moved between her open legs and despite the fact that she was still
grasping his throbbing cock, she felt the swollen hardness of him brushing her
inner thighs. It was moving upwards - nudging at her vaginal entrance.
Her step-father was about to fuck her. She'd known that this was where it was
leading but she'd shut her mind to it. Pretending to herself that all he
would want was to touch her and look at her. He couldn't do this. They
couldn't do it - it was too much.
"No! We have to stop. We can't do that. You're my father."
"Lucy, I have to. I've wanted you and waited for this for so long, you can't
stop me now."
"But I've got to stop you. We can't go all the way."
As she said the words she knew that it was hopeless. He was right - there was
nothing she could do to stop him. He held her firmly so that she couldn't
back away as his hard cock pressed insistently against her. She remembered
the pain of Gary's much smaller penis as it had brutally breached her
virginity and she whimpered in fear as the pressure on her reluctant opening
gradually increased. His enormous organ would never fit inside her without
splitting her in half. She sucked in her breath and held it in anticipation
of the pain to come. Her slight frame tensed in fearful preparation for the
cruel thrust that would rip into her body but it didn't come.
There was no pain. He was patient and gentle, allowing the bulbous head of
his erection to slowly expand her vaginal entrance as he sought admission to
her young body. The pressure released with a faint pop as he slowly eased
into her. Lucy felt herself stretching to accommodate his hardness. It was
mildly uncomfortable for a moment until her muscles adjusted then the waves of
pleasure returned and rocked through her slim body.
He fucked her gently without penetrating her fully until she was gasping with
pleasure then he began to increase the depth of his thrusts until half of his
enormous cock was embedded within her young body. She held her breath each
time her tiny pussy took more of him in and still he wanted more.
The young girl lifted her head looked and down the length of her body to see
herself impaled on the massive thickness of her step-father's cock.
Guilt and fear mixed in equal proportions as she stared in enthralled
resignation at the sight of his erection embedded in her young body. They had
committed the ultimate sin. The unthinkable was really happening. Her
step-father was fucking her. What was worse, she wanted him to do it. She
stared in appalled fascination as his cock thrust into her body and she
shuddered to see how much more he expected her to take.
"No more please. I'm full now, you won't get any more inside me."
The rhythmic thrusting of his penis inside her was driving her to heights of
pleasure that she had never dreamed of and she scarcely noticed that he had
paid no attention to her plea. His cock advanced inch by inch filling and
stretching her young cunt and sending pulses of pure pleasure rocketing
through every nerve in her body. Then, with a final tremendous thrust, he
buried his cock to the hilt inside her.
She finally cried out in pain at his last assault and he paused to give her
time to recover. She whimpered softly as her body adjusted to the massive
invasion. She could feel his pulse inside her belly as his cock throbbed in
eager readiness and as his lips brushed hers he whispered softly to her.
"You're so hot Lucy. So hot and wet and tight. I can feel your tight little
cunt holding my cock and squeezing it. I can feel your pulse throbbing
against my hard cock and I want you so much."
"But it's wrong for us to do this," she murmured.
"We both know that it's terribly wrong and we should stop now."
"Say you want me to fuck you Lucy?"
"I can't. This is so bad... so wrong," she whispered breathlessly.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Her wide green eyes gazed steadily into his face. Her mind formed the words
to stop him but she couldn't say them. Her gaze fell and she bit her lip in
shame as she shook her head slowly. His cock stirred and Lucy felt it
withdraw a fraction. She held her breath and then released it with a gasp as
he began to fuck her gently. She sighed and moaned with each measured thrust.
Every vein and ridge on his engorged organ created fresh waves of pleasure
that coursed along her vaginal nerves and rippled through her body. She could
hear his harsh breathing as the tight grip of her heated vagina held his rigid
cock in the ultimate embrace.
His breathing grew faster and deeper, keeping pace with the growing power of
his thrusting penis. Lucy cried out as he withdrew almost entirely from her
and then plunged his cock back into the slippery depths of her welcoming cunt.
For a brief second she worried that he might come inside her. She tried to
catch her breath to form the words that were in her mind. "Don't come inside
me" but the words were never said.
She cried out in anticipation as she felt her impending climax. His hands
gripped the firm cheeks of her bottom and he pulled her hard onto his cock as
it lunged into her tender young body. He was no longer gentle and thoughtful.
Ploughing heedlessly into the soft heat of his step-daughter's body, his huge
organ possessed her totally.
She heard him growl as the surging waves of pleasure came faster and merged
into one crashing crescendo of sensation as her orgasm erupted, again and
again. She screamed desperately as the rolling climax drove her higher and
higher until she was sure that she had to die. Her step-father ignored her
wild screams as he thrust frantically into her warm depths, then she felt the
scalding spurt of his semen as it exploded inside her.
Her own orgasm peaked at the same moment and she couldn't catch her breath to
scream anymore. His cock was still moving inside her and his sperm was still
coming in hot splashes that bathed her vaginal walls and filled her womb. He
held her silently for a long time, until their breathing slowed and his
erection subsided. Lucy held her breath as the limp organ slipped from her
vagina and she let out her breath with a sigh of contentment.
Drowsiness swept over her like a blanket and she was already half asleep when
her step-father carried her to the bathroom and washed her gently. She felt
like a helpless child as he put her to bed and pulled the quilt over her. She
could hear the remorse in his voice.
"I'm sorry Lucy. I know it was wrong."
"It's all right."
"I tried not to, but you're so beautiful."
"It's all right, really."
"Did you mean what you said Lucy. About wanting me to be your father."
She smiled sleepily. "If you want to as well."
He leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. "Starting tomorrow, we'll
make up for lost time. Goodnight Lucy."
When she woke, the clock showed five o'clock. The first weak rays of the
morning sun streamed through the window and she quickly closed her eyes again.
Had it really happened or had she dreamed the whole incident? Her mind was
still half asleep and fuzzy. It had felt real enough and she could remember
every detail, but... Her night-dress was fastened. Her quilt was straight
and smooth. There was no sign that she and her step-father had... had.. She
stumbled over the thought. If they hadn't done it, then why would she dream
about it? Especially as it should have been her teacher in her dreams.
She touched herself between her legs with curious fingers but there was no
evidence that anything had happened. It felt nice but not what she was
looking for. Her fingers remained where they were as she tried to remember.
The memories were vivid in her mind but were they real? She could hardly ask
her step-father if he had fucked her last night. Her fingers were still
between her legs and she felt the stirring of pleasure.
She moved her hand without urgency while she tried to place the memories in
her mind into perspective. It was no good - she could not remember. If it
had been a dream, it had been so vivid that it might as well have happened.
What had he said to her? Her mother had been away last night. That was
checkable. She had only to look, and what then? If it was a dream, what did
that say about her and her subconscious feelings about her step-father and if
it wasn't a dream, what did that say about her, full stop? Her fingers
stroked the wet lips of her vagina lazily and she closed her eyes as the
feeling grew.
She stopped herself. There was time for that later, when she had put her mind
at rest.
She slipped out of bed and padded silently towards the master bedroom. The
door was ajar and she pushed it gently. Then she was in the room, standing
over the bed. Her mother's side was empty. Did that prove anything?
Staring at her step-father's sleeping form she was suddenly conscious of the
slow pulse between her thighs. The sensation that she had started with her
fingers was growing of its own accord as gazed at the sleeping figure.
She shivered in the slight chill of the early morning air and without actually
making a decision she crept silently into her mother's bed. The sheets were
cold and she eased herself cautiously across to share the warmth of her
step-father's body. He was sleeping on his back and didn't stir as her thigh
pressed lightly against his. The proximity of him caused the pulse between
her thighs to grow to the point where she couldn't ignore it.
Her hand returned to the damp warmth and she masturbated herself in a slow
even rhythm while she listened to her step-father's steady breathing. Her
thigh pressed more firmly against his and she couldn't resist reaching out and
lightly touching his muscular leg. Her hand crept cautiously to his crotch
and her heart pounded as she encountered his limp softness. His penis lurched
as she stroked it and she lifted the quilt and looked down to where it was
struggling without success to become erect. It looked helpless and weak, not
at all like the rampant invader that she remembered from last night. Her
step-father stirred and her heart stopped for a moment. His breathing
steadied and he began to snore softly.
When she was sure that he was asleep, she whispered, "Fuck me daddy."
What would she say if he woke up? What would he say?
She caressed the limp organ gently as though it was more delicate when it
wasn't erect. Her other hand moved more rapidly between her own legs and, as
the sensation grew stronger, she wanted his cock to be hard. Suddenly filled
with pity for the mighty organ that she remembered, she moved her head down
and kissed it lightly. It lurched more strongly and she thought that it had
grown a little.
She kissed it again and then her tongue flicked out and grazed the tip.
This time it definitely grew larger and harder. Encouraged by her success,
she forgot her own pleasure and concentrated on bringing her sleeping
step-father to full erection. She heard him suck in his breath as her tongue
licked and teased the end of the rapidly hardening organ and she looked up to
see him watching her with a puzzled expression.
"What on earth are you doing Lucy?"
The question was unexpected and hardly needed an answer. She'd got so carried
away with what she was doing that she'd forgotten about the possibility that
he might wake up. She stammered in embarrassment.
"I was cold. I though that..."
"You thought that if you sucked my cock it would warm you up did you?"
"I only kissed it."
"And licked it?"
"Yes."
"And you were going to suck it, weren't you?"
"No, I wouldn't have done that."
"You can't leave it like that Lucy. What would your mother say?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"When I tell her that I woke to find you in my bed kissing my prick."
"No."
"Suck it then Lucy."
Her head lowered reluctantly to his penis. It was fully erect now and it
looked dangerous.
"Must I - couldn't I do anything else?"
"Like what?"
"You could fuck me. You'd like that."
"After all the whinging about me touching you. you're actually asking me to
fuck you. What's going on Lucy?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Of course not. I'm your step-father - and you're still a virgin. You are
still a virgin aren't you?"
She looked puzzled. Surely he knew, or had it all been a dream.
"I don't know anymore. Just fuck me please. I want you to do it to me"
"Kiss my cock again"
She bent her head back to his erection and kissed the tip gently. It jerked
and she wondered at the power that her lips had over it. She licked gently at
the tip and her step-father's hips rose from the mattress to meet her tongue.
"Suck it Lucy."
"No - I can't."
His hand was behind her head and his hips lifted again. His cock pressed
against her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him in. He moved the
swollen head of his cock in and out of her mouth for a moment or two and Lucy
was forced to swallow the saliva that his action generated. Her mouth closed
over his cock and he groaned as she sucked gently on the end.
"Harder Lucy - suck it harder."
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him and he began to fuck her mouth with a
steady motion. His hand pushed her head down until she had more than half of
him in her mouth. It was uncomfortable but she continued to suck as hard as
she could while he maintained the slow rhythm. His breath came faster and she
felt his hand pushing her further onto him. She tried to tell him that it was
hurting but the words were a meaningless mumble.
"That's it Lucy. Keep sucking - I'm nearly there. Don't stop when I come.
I want you to swallow it all."
She shook her head and mumbled no but it was too late. With a final thrust
that forced his spurting cock to the back of her throat he filled her mouth
with his sperm. Lucy choked and swallowed and choked again. She tried to
escape from the jetting liquid that filled her throat but he held her head
until he had finished and she had swallowed it all.
He released his hold on her head and she rolled away still choking.
She turned her back on him still hoping that he would put his cock where it
belonged but she knew that there was no chance of him being able to do
anything for a while. Just before she drifted back to sleep, she felt him
roll towards her and press himself against her.
She woke again and he was still there. His cock was hard and pushing into the
small of her back. She thought she should say something to let him know that
she was awake but before she could speak, she felt him move down until he was
pushing his erection against her bottom. She pushed back against him and his
cock slipped between her legs. She caught her breath as he thrust into her
and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. She came quickly but he
hadn't finished yet and her orgasm hadn't time to fade before it began to
build again. The second time was better than the first and he was still
driving her towards her third orgasm when he gripped her hips tightly and
pulled her hard onto him. He thrust harder and deeper as he began to climax
and Lucy cried out loud as she felt her own orgasm begin. She screamed as her
climax peaked and he was still thrusting and she was still coming. Then he
was coming - filling her with his sperm and she was still coming. She sobbed
in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. She screamed for
him to stop. The feeling was too much. She couldn't breathe. He was still
thrusting brutally into her and she was still coming.
She screamed louder and opened her eyes. Her mother was standing by the bed
staring at her. Why was she staring at her? Why didn't she tell her husband
to stop... to stop...what?
"Are you all right Lucy?" she said worriedly. "I couldn't wake you."
"Where is he?"
"Who Lucy? There's no-one here."
Lucy stared blankly at her mother. There was something wrong. There were
several somethings wrong. For a start she was in her own bed and there was no
sign of her step-father. Her mother was in her night-dress and looked as if
she'd just woken. She clenched her thighs together in response to the
persistent throbbing between them.
"There's no-one here," her mother repeated. "You must have been dreaming.
Do you feel all right? - you look dreadfully pale."
"I must have been dreaming," repeated Lucy. "Why did you wake me?"
"You were screaming - screaming at some-one to stop. It woke me up. What
were they doing to you?"
"I don't remember," lied Lucy. "When did you get home? I thought..."
Her mother looked puzzled.
"Thought what?"
"I don't know. I'm still confused - the dream. Am I awake now mum? Is this
a dream as well?"
Her mother leaned over and placed a cool palm on her forehead.
"You're wide awake but you feel hot. Harry said you took some head-ache pills
before you went to bed. Are you feeling better now?"
"Just a head-ache," she muttered. "How's Gran?"
"Fine, she's got a cold but you know what she's like. I couldn't get away.
You were asleep when I got back."
"You didn't stay over then?"
"Why would I do that? It's only a cold - she'll be fine in a day or two. Are
you sure that you feel okay?"
Lucy laughed shakily. She felt far from okay. Her head hurt and her throat
was sore.
"I don't feel like school. I think I'll stay in bed today."
"It wouldn't hurt to get some rest. You've probably got the same bug as your
Gran."
Lucy nodded and winced as pain shot through her head.
"I still have to work though so you'll be on your own this afternoon."
"Are you going in late then?"
"No such luck but Harry will be here. He's on lates this week. I'll ask him
to keep an eye on you."
Lucy groaned. She still felt ashamed that she had dreamed about him and not
her teacher. She was still worried that it might not have been a dream at
all. Either way, the prospect of a morning with her step-father was almost
enough to make it worth struggling into school.
"Don't be like that Lucy. I do wish that you'd try a bit harder with Harry -
he really is very fond of you"
Lucy smiled up at her mother. "I know he is mum," she said ambiguously. If
only her mother knew just how fond of her he really was. Lucy had thought
that she'd known but she was no longer as sure she had been. Just how fond
was he? Had he come into her room last night before her mother got home? Had
he been in her bed or more to the point, had he been inside her? She still
didn't know if anything had happened between them. Could she have dreamed all
of it?
"Well now I'm up I suppose I'd better get moving. Do you want the bathroom
before I start my bath?"
"No I'll wait till you've finished. I'd like a cup of tea if you're making
one though"
"I'll get Harry to bring it up. You will try to be nice to him today won't
you."
"I promise. I'll be so nice to him, he won't know what's hit him."
Lucy was surprised when her mother bent down and kissed her. She hadn't done
that for years. Maybe if she was really nice to her step-father, he'd kiss
her as well. 'Stop it Lucy - What's wrong with you? If nothing happened last
night, you're lucky. Don't think about it. Think of something else. Think
about Mr Clarke - think about Gary - think...' Gary! She hadn't dreamed that.
He'd raped her. Had she forgotten that already? Why wasn't she upset? Last
night had been understandable - she was still in shock then. She should be
over that by now, yet she still felt nothing. Nothing but a vague resentment
at being robbed of...of what? Her virginity? No - She'd already let her
English teacher have that and if he hadn't got there first, and if Gary hadn't
taken it, she'd even have let her step-father have it - if it hadn't been a
dream.
Her mind whirled with confusion. She was no longer sure what was real and
what wasn't. Her head hurt and she couldn't think about it now but she'd have
to sort things out soon. She'd go mad if she didn't.
She closed her eyes and ignored the tap at the door but it opened anyway.
She knew that it wasn't her mother - she could smell her step-father's
distinctive after shave. The scent of him was stronger with her eyes closed
and she was surprised that she'd never noticed until now that he smelled good.
She heard him close the door gently after him and the clink of china as he
carefully placed a cup by her bed-side.
"Are you awake Lucy?"
She kept her eyes closed. He'd go away if he thought she was asleep. She
couldn't face him this morning. He couldn't know that he'd been in her dreams
last night or what they had done together but he had a talent for guessing her
thoughts. She was sure that he would see something in her face. She wouldn't
be able to hide her guilt - and it was her guilt, not his. In her dream,
she'd been able to blame him for what he'd done but now she knew that it had
all happened in her mind. She almost betrayed her pretence of sleep as she
had the startling thought that maybe she sub-consciously wanted him to...
to... No! That wasn't possible. It was a dream and she wasn't responsible
for her dreams.
She still owed him for his silence. He wouldn't have forgotten that she came
home without her panties. She'd been lucky last night but she knew that
payment had only been deferred. She wondered what form the payment would
take. What had he been about to do to her before the pills fell from her
pocket?
She'd talk to him later. She'd be nice to him like she'd promised her mother,
but not yet. She wasn't ready yet. He was still there - she could hear him
breathing. What was he doing? She couldn't risk opening her eyes to look but
she could feel him staring at her.
"Lucy - wake up. Your tea's there on the side."
She breathed evenly and slowly. Couldn't he see that she was asleep? He sat
on the edge of the bed. Lucy didn't move when she felt the mattress give
under his weight. Her breathing was less even when his hand burrowed under
the quilt and she felt it touch her bare leg. She still gave no sign that she
was awake. His hand moved up her leg to her bottom and he held it there for
several seconds before she heard him sigh. He slowly withdrew his hand and
pulled the quilt back into place.
Was that it? Was that all he was going to do? As far as he knew she was fast
asleep so what had stopped him? He must know that he could do what he liked
as long as he didn't wake her - so why hadn't he?
She could still feel his weight on the bed next to her. He hadn't moved.
She could feel his eyes on her. Was he wishing that he'd had the courage to
do more than just touch her behind. She could still feel the imprint of his
hand on her skin. Why had he stopped? She imagined his hand moving over her
body and the thought made her skin prickle with anticipation. Maybe he just
needed the reassurance that she wouldn't wake up screaming if he touched her.
She didn't stop to wonder why she wanted him to but she was in no doubt that
she did.
She rolled onto her back and mumbled sleepily. Her arm caught the quilt, as
if by accident, and as she turned, the quilt slipped down far enough to expose
most of one breast. In the same fluid motion, she allowed her arm to fall
limply in his direction. The back of her hand came to rest on his thigh.
Another sleepy movement was enough to turn it palm down. She heard his
breathing deepen and she shifted restlessly to let the quilt slip another
inch.
"Lucy, are you awake?"
He touched her shoulder gently and repeated the question. Couldn't he see
that she was asleep? What did he need to be sure that she wasn't going to
wake up whatever he did? His fingers stroked her shoulder softly and he
whispered her name again but the tone had changed. He wasn't trying to wake
her now.
She suppressed a shiver of expectation as his fingertips traced a path down
from her shoulder to the soft swell of her exposed breast. His light, almost
timid, caress reached her nipple and she allowed a sleepy murmur of
contentment to escape. She increased the pressure of her hand on his thigh by
a tiny fraction and she heard him catch his breath.
He gained confidence as his hand made free with her breast and she still gave
no sign that she was ready to wake. If he noticed her hand move up his thigh
a little as she stirred slightly, he wouldn't have been able to tell that it
was a calculated movement. His fingers toyed with her nipple and he sighed
his appreciation as the tiny bud hardened.
Lucy moved her hand another imperceptible fraction but wasn't enough. It
would take hours at this rate to reach her goal. And what then? She hadn't
thought this through to its conclusion. All she had wanted when she started
was to tempt him - to make him want her. She had intended to open her eyes
the moment that he touched her but now she wanted to know how far he would go
if he thought that he could get away with it. She hadn't worked out yet how
far she was prepared to let him go or what she was going to do when he'd gone
far enough - wake up and shout at him? She wasn't ready to wake up and shout
yet - what he was doing felt good and she was confident that she could
manipulate him to do more.
She felt his free hand on hers - he held her hand and guided it slowly.
Her arm stayed limp and there was no resistance as he moved closer until her
hand was in his lap. She could feel the heat of him and she realised with a
start that he had nothing on under his dressing gown. Her hand rested lightly
on the towelling material and she felt his hardness beneath. She moved her
hand slightly and he jerked in response.
He pulled his dressing gown open carefully and her hand was resting on his
naked flesh. He gave a strangled groan as her limp fingers grazed his erect
penis and Lucy couldn't suppress a low murmur of satisfaction. She felt the
quilt slide slowly down her body. His hand left her breast and followed the
path that the descending quilt revealed. She tensed as his hand neared the
heated junction of her thighs and she allowed her fingers to curl around his
rigid shaft. The deliberate movement made him more cautious. He paused and
whispered softly.
"Lucy, are you awake?"
"Mmmmm."
She squeezed his penis gently and sighed sleepily. She could tell that he
wasn't sure but his hand was over her sex mound now, cupping it and pressing
into her. His finger lay along the length of her slit and she shuddered in
anticipation of what was to come. She squeezed him again and slid her fist
slowly down the length of him and up again.
"Lucy.."
"Mmmmm."
"You're awake aren't you?
"Mmmmmm."
"How long have you been awake?
"Ages - don't stop. Do that harder."
His hand obeyed - he'd gone too far to back out now but she could hear the
doubt and suspicion in his voice.
"Why didn't you say you were awake?"
Her grip tightened and she moved her fist a bit more with each stroke. Her
thumb slipped back and forth on the tip.
"You would have stopped if you'd known."
"I'd never have started."
"Mmmm - I know. Ooooh! yes, do that. Ohh that's nice. Are you sorry you
started?"
"If your mother knew..."
"...I'm not going to tell her - are you?"
"No."
"Do it properly then - put your finger in me."
She felt his finger slide obediently into her and she gasped for breath.
"Ohh yes! Do that - don't stop."
She moved her hand a little faster and he inhaled sharply. She wasn't sure
how far she could push him yet but she was about to find out. She stopped the
motion of her hand and held his penis loosely while she grazed her thumb
tantalisingly across the top. He groaned in disappointment and tried to
thrust his penis into her fist. Her lips curled in amusement as she watched
him through half closed eyes. She allowed him to fuck her half clenched hand
but she did nothing to help him. He thrust into her fist with a hopeless
urgency that told her he was almost ready.
She gave his penis one long slow stroke and he sighed, first with relief and
then with frustration when she stopped again. His finger was inside her as
far as it would go - she could feel his knuckles pressed against her. He
moved his finger urgently in an effort to persuade her to continue but she
pretended not to notice. He had to understand that she was in control and she
would decide what they did and when.
She wet her lips with a languid show of the tip of her tongue. His eyes
followed the sensuous movement avidly. Her grip on his penis tightened and
she resumed the steady movement of her hand until she judged him ready.
"Aren't you going to fuck me then?"
"You're crazy - your mother's in the bathroom."
"So what? She'll be ages yet."
"Suppose she walked in on us?"
"Is that all that's stopping you?"
"It's enough to go on with. What we're doing is bad enough."
"I'll stop then - do you want me to?"
"No - don't stop."
She smiled innocently and tightened her vaginal muscles on his finger.
"Are you sure that you don't want to fuck me?"
"Of course I want to - but your mother..."
"You're afraid aren't you? Afraid to do what you've always wanted - to fuck
me."
"Wait till she's gone to work - we'll have all morning."
She shook her head petulantly.
"I'll have gone off the idea by then. You might never get the chance to put
your cock inside my tight little pussy again."
Her tongue tip flicked suggestively across her wet lips and she glanced up
through half closed eyes.
"Shall I suck it for you then? Would you like to put your cock in my mouth
and feel me lick the tip of it?"
"Lucy - don't tease me. Just wait - she'll be gone to work soon."
She pouted and wriggled her hips, pushing herself harder onto his finger.
"Don't you want to fuck my mouth then? Watch me swallow all of your spunk as
you come in my mouth?"
He groaned in frustrated despair and shook his head.
"We can't - not now."
She grinned impishly and gazed up at him with wide innocent eyes.
"I'll just lick the end of it for you then, shall I?"
She didn't wait for an answer this time. She slid her body round slowly so
that his finger wouldn't slip out of her. When her face was level with his
penis she drew the foreskin down slowly and her tongue licked lazily across
the sensitive tip. He groaned loudly and thrust forward. Lucy moved back
just enough to maintain contact between his prick and her tongue. He tried to
pull her head onto him but she closed her mouth and shook her head.
"Not yet."
He groaned her name in an agonised plea and tried again. He thrust against
her lips but she pulled away.
"Make me come," she commanded. "Make me come first and then I'll suck your
cock and let you come in my mouth."
Her breath was hot on him. She licked him again and he gasped as he began to
slowly ease his finger in and out of her.
"Use two fingers. Ohh yes - like that. Do it faster - don't stop till I
come."
She didn't wait for her climax. Her hand still masturbated him smoothly as
she opened her mouth and lowered her head onto him. She closed her soft lips
around his cock and sucked gently on the end. His fingers increased their
momentum and Lucy felt the slow throb that signalled the beginnings of her
orgasm. She dipped her head and sucked more of him into her mouth.
She slipped her hand down to cradle his testicles and ran her nails delicately
over the sensitive skin. His hips rose and fell and her head bobbed up and
down to match the tempo. Her cheeks ached with the suction but she couldn't
relax - she was nearly there. Then the motion of his fingers took her to the
edge and over. She shuddered soundlessly as her climax hit her but she didn't
pause in what she was doing.
He held her head and pulled her onto him and she allowed him to. The brutal
thrusting of his engorged penis pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth.
Its teasing motion was redundant now as he fucked her mouth furiously. She
sucked fervently at him and scratched the wrinkled skin of his scrotum with
her finger nails. She felt his cock twitch against her tongue and she knew
his orgasm was imminent. She stared steadily up at him with wide open eyes
and readied herself to swallow his sperm.
Then she let her small sharp teeth graze the bulbous tip of his cock and he
came in a rush of salty sweet liquid that filled her mouth. There was more
than she'd expected but she showed no sign of surprise as her green eyes gazed
innocently into his. She swallowed his sperm smoothly as he continued to come
and her gaze didn't falter once as she accepted each fresh burst of his
copious outpouring without any sign that anything was happening inside her
mouth.
When he'd finished she sucked and licked at him until he was clean. She
kissed the end of his prick and then his mouth. Her tongue slid between his
lips - just to prove that her mouth was empty and dry.
Still breathless, his mouth dropped open in astonishment as she winked saucily
at him.
"I don't think I'll need any breakfast this morning."
Lucy heard the telephone ring at the same moment that she heard the bathroom
door open. Her mother's footsteps scurried down the stairs and she grinned at
her step-father.
"You see - you could have fucked me."
"Later then - there'll be time later."
She gave him an icy glare. "I told you that I probably won't be in the mood
later"
His voice was almost pleading. "But you might"
She tossed her head wilfully.
"Not very likely but we'll see. Just as long as you understand that from now
on you are not allowed to even touch me unless I say that you can.
Don't get the idea that you've got any rights where I'm concerned."
The expression on his face betrayed his astonishment at her calm authority.
He shook his head in bewilderment as he left the room. Lucy was equally
puzzled by her behaviour. Her dream experience seemed to have changed
something. Last night she'd been frightened and angry when he'd touched her,
but this morning she felt as if she was a different person. She knew that she
should be feeling ashamed and guilty at what she'd done but all she felt was
satisfied.
At least she knew how far she could push him now but she wasn't sure whether
she wanted to repeat the experiment. He hadn't fucked her but he'd wanted to
and that was all that mattered. He'd wanted her so badly that she'd been able
to smell his craving for her. She knew that he wouldn't be able to think of
anything else but fucking her now. Every time that he saw her, he would want
her and as long as he wanted her, he would do anything that she asked him to.
She stopped to wonder again at the change in her. Two days ago she had been a
shy little virgin who was afraid that if she went out with a boy he would try
to touch her breasts but now she was... What was she? What kind of girl
seduced her step-father less than twelve hours after she'd been raped? What
kind of girl seduced her step-father anyway? She knew the answer - the same
sort of girl who would masturbate her English teacher in a car park - but she
was afraid to say the word.
The voice in her mind obliged with a silent thought. "You're a tart Lucy. A
cheap little tart."
Her mother's voice drifted up the stairs.
"It's for you Lucy - shall I say you'll call back when you feel better?"
"No, I'll come down. It might be important."
She grabbed her dressing gown from the back of the door and pulled it round
her as she hurried down the stairs. She'd hoped that the call would be from
Trish or Allie but she was disappointed. The voice was breathless and sounded
worried and she recognised it as Gary's immediately. She made sure that the
doors from the hallway were closed before she spoke. She had no fear of Gary
now - just contempt and she made no effort to disguise the derision in her
voice.
"What do you want creep? You've got a bloody nerve ringing me"
"I wouldn't if it wasn't important"
"Important to you maybe. I can't think of anything about you that would be
important to me."
"Just listen will you. You took my jeans and jacket last night."
"So you noticed - well done Gary."
Her voice dripped acid sarcasm down the telephone line.
"Have you forgotten what you helped yourself to last night?"
"Lucy! Will you listen? There was stuff in the pockets. It wasn't mine."
"So?"
"So the people that it belongs to want it back and believe me they won't be
too fussy how they get it."
"What's that got to do with me? It sounds like you've got a problem - you'd
better deal with it."
"Just tell me what you did with the stuff Lucy. If I don't get it back I'm in
very serious trouble."
Lucy almost felt sorry for him - he sounded frightened but she reminded
herself that he hadn't cared about her. She'd been frightened last night but
he'd laughed at her and then he'd raped her.
"I don't know what stuff you're talking about Gary. I wasn't in the mood to
look through your pockets - I'd just been raped or had you forgotten that?
"So what've you done with the jeans?"
"I threw them away."
There was a long silence. When he spoke again his voice was quiet and
subdued.
"They'll kill me if I don't get that stuff back Lucy - where did you throw the
jeans?"
"In a rubbish bin but I don't remember where. I was too upset to think
straight. What was so important anyway?"
"I can't tell you that. Look you have to help me."
"I don't have to do anything for you Gary and I certainly won't if you don't
tell me what the big deal is."
"I told you - I can't," he replied miserably.
"Well ring me back when you can and maybe I'll try to remember something."
She banged the phone down angrily. Who the hell did he think he was? After
what he'd done - he actually expected her to help him. Her anger faded
quickly and she felt guilty. She could have told him that his things were
safe - that she had them and he could collect them. He was so melodramatic
though - all that crap about being killed. He must think she was really
stupid if he expected her to fall for any more of his lies. There had been a
lot of money in his pocket, but not enough to kill for. The phone rang again.
Her step-father popped his head around the door but she waved him away
impatiently as she picked up the receiver.
"Hello Gary. That was quick."
"Don't be funny. Look if I tell you, you've got to swear not to tell anyone
else."
"Don't flatter yourself creep. What makes you think I'd want to talk about
you or the contents of your grubby pockets."
"Okay. There was a bottle of pills."
"So?"
"So it's a new drug. Have you heard of GBH?"
"What?"
"GBH - it's a powerful aphrodisiac. One drop and you can't think about
anything but sex."
"So that's what you're on - I wondered why you had such a one track mind."
"This is serious Lucy. The pills in that bottle are ten times as powerful as
GBH. There's five hundred pills in the bottle and they sell for ten pounds
each."
"No wonder your friends are so anxious to get them back."
"Anxious isn't the word. I've got to find those pills or come up with five
grand."
"You should have given me one last night. You wouldn't have had such a
struggle."
"Don't be silly. I was selling them. I wouldn't use them on anyone that I
know. The effects last for about twelve hours - one of those and you'd be
fucking everything in sight."
Lucy suddenly remembered. A cold chill clutched her spine. No wonder she
felt ill this morning - she'd taken two of the damned things. That explained
her wild dreams last night - and this morning... She'd wanted her step-father
so badly that it hurt and now she knew why. She tried to keep her voice light
and unconcerned.
"You'd have had to have given me at least two, to make me to want to do
anything with you."
"You don't understand Lucy. You wouldn't have a say in it and you wouldn't
have to like the person. One pill and you'd let anyone or anything fuck you.
If there wasn't a man around, you'd go with a woman and if there wasn't a
woman - well anything would do. Nobody takes two - they don't need to."
"But if they did?"
"Why should I care. As long as they pay me. Why are you so interested?"
"Just curious - I've never heard of anything like that before."
"Yeah well if you're smart you'll keep it that way."
"Don't patronise me creep - it might affect my memory."
"I'm not an expert - I only sell the bloody things. The guy who makes them
just said to warn people not to take more than one. At a tenner a go, I
shouldn't think they'd need persuading."
"Do you think it would be dangerous?"
"I don't think so but, from what I've heard the effect lasts a lot longer.
Not just twice as long - maybe days - I just don't know. It's a bit like pot
- the effects come in waves. You feel perfectly normal one minute and then
bingo!"
Lucy felt her legs go weak.
"I'll have to ring you back Gary when I've had a chance to think."
The front door slammed closed and Lucy glanced up from where she was hunched
over a mug of coffee at the kitchen table. She couldn't decide what to do
about Gary. He deserved whatever happened to him but it would be her
responsibility if anything did. She might have wished him dead the night
before but she wouldn't have killed him.
She felt her step-father's presence before he spoke. "Lucy?"
"Not now Harry. I'm thinking."
"I wanted to talk."
"I know what you want and it isn't conversation."
He sat down opposite her and leaned his elbows heavily on the table.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"I expect you to go away and leave me alone. I told you, I'm thinking."
"Aren't you going back to bed?"
"Not till you've gone to work."
"I thought you were ill?"
Lucy laughed dryly. "Oh yes! And you've got just the medicine for me I
suppose."
"I thought you wanted to - you know."
"I've changed my mind. Look just leave me alone will you?"
"You can have all day to think, after I've gone to work."
"After you've fucked me, you mean. Well you had your chance and you blew it.
Now you might never get to fuck me."
She stood up and felt a wave of dizziness flood over her. Her step-father
caught her and held firmly as she gripped the edge of the table for support.
She closed her eyes until the feeling passed. It surprised her that he
sounded genuinely concerned.
"Are you all right Lucy? What's the matter?"
"I must have got up too quickly. I felt giddy for a moment."
"You should be in bed. Do you want me to ring for the doctor?"
She looked at him curiously as her head cleared and she regained her balance.
He sounded quite worried about her. Maybe he did think more of her than just
a quick fuck. She suddenly felt sorry that she'd teased him.
"If you call the doctor, he might not get here till lunch time."
"I know but if I don't call him, he won't get here at all."
"On the other hand he could arrive at any time. That'd spoil your plans for
the morning wouldn't it?"
"You've already done that. Shall I call him or not?"
He was still holding her close even though she no longer needed his support.
She looked up and smiled at him.
"No, I don't think so. I'm going for a bath." She paused thoughtfully. "You
can do my back if you like."
"I'd rather do your front."
"I bet you would. We'll see how well you do my back first."
She poked her tongue out at him but cheeky gesture turned into something else
when she slid it invitingly across her moist lips. She wriggled free of his
arms and he didn't try to stop her. Halfway to the door she turned back to
him. Standing on her toes, she still had to stretch to reach his lips as she
kissed him softly. He gasped as her fingers fluttered briefly over his groin.
"Give me five minutes - and you'd better bring that with you when you come."
She couldn't understand the sudden change in her mood. Only minutes ago she'd
felt ashamed and disgusted at what they'd done together, and now she was like
a cat on heat again. She could tell from the puzzled expression on his face
that he was equally confused but from what she'd just felt between his legs,
he wouldn't be able to wait the full five minutes...
"So what did you do?" said Allie, "did you give Gary his stuff back?"
"Not yet - I was more worried about what happened with Harry."
"Harry? Who's he?" said Trish. "You're confusing me with all these men."
"He's my step-father."
"Oh so it's first names now is it?"
"That's not funny Allie. What am I supposed to call him after I sucked his
cock and let him fuck me... Daddy?"
"None of it's funny Luce," said Trish, "and none of it was your fault either."
"Well no-one made me do it."
"Yes they did. Those tablets you took - I know about them. They're evil and
I'd have turned Gary into the police just for having them."
"They sound like fun," said Allie.
"They aren't. Men only buy them for one reason, to get women to do things
that they wouldn't dream of doing normally."
"You've no idea what I dream about," said Allie with a contented smile.
"Shut up Allie, this serious. How do you know so much Trish? Have you taken
them?" asked Lucy.
"Let's just say I know a lot about them and the men who use them."
"Still sounds like fun," said Allie.
"Not if you think about the kind of man who'd want to use them. How would you
have felt if your Mr Groves-Ormsby had slipped you one before he tried to get
you to suck him off?"
Allie shrugged. "I'd probably have done it anyway if I hadn't been taken by
surprise. I'd like to know what it's like."
Trish shook her head and tried to hide her distaste.
"That's up to you, but you've got a choice Allie. A lot of youngsters go to
clubs and think that they're buying Ecstasy tablets. They're easy prey for
the dirty bastards who sell them this stuff."
"Well if they're dumb enough to do E's they're asking for trouble," said Allie
casually.
"What? Like people with healthy lungs who poison them with cigarettes? We
all do dumb things and some of us learn from them but I'm talking about kids
Allie. They don't get a second chance once they've been trapped. You know?
Child pornography - prostitution - slavery... still sound like fun?"
Allie said nothing. She pulled a face of apology and turned away.
"So it wasn't me wanting to... to... you know..." said Lucy, sounding
relieved.
"No it wasn't you. In fact some of it was my fault."
"Don't be daft Trish. You can't take the blame for what I did. I stole the
tablets from Gary and I took them."
"You didn't know what they were though. I knew, so I'm as guilty as Gary
Scumbag for what happened to you."
Allie looked as confused as Lucy.
"What do you mean Trish? How can you be to blame?"
Trish sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
"Is there any of that wine left?"
Lucy passed her the bottle and sat next to her. She took her friend's hand
and pressed her fingers into the palm.
"Tell us Trish. You've probably got it out of proportion like I did."
"I doubt it. Anyway you remember I was looking for a job. Well I'd reached
the point where I was about ready to give up..."
Trish stared gloomily at the brass name plate on the marble clad wall of the
office block. The name of the company was Charisma Promotions but, apart from
the name, the office block looked just like the other dozen or more that she
had already been to. They were all depressingly similar - depressing because
every company, that she had tried so far, had turned her down. She'd lost
count of the number of times she'd heard the same phrases.
'Sorry, but we wanted someone with more experience' or 'Sorry, but we wanted
someone older'.
How was she supposed to get experience if they wouldn't give her a job? and
by the time she'd got enough experience, they'd probably say she was too old.
She glanced down at the newspaper clipping in her hand. It didn't give away
much about the job. Girl Friday could mean almost anything and it usually
did. The money was certainly good though, a lot more than she had hoped for,
which probably meant that she had no chance of getting the job.
A uniformed doorman stood just inside the double glass doors. He made no move
to open the door as Trish reached hesitantly for the stainless steel handle.
He stared coldly at her through the plate glass as if defying her to enter and
the youngster almost changed her mind about going in. She took a deep breath
and stared boldly back at him as she pushed the heavy plate glass door.
She walked directly to the stainless steel door of the lift and tried to
ignore the doorman's intense stare. He stepped quickly in front of her and
barred her way. His eyes stared greedily and slowly perused her body. She
knew instinctively what he was thinking and she shuddered inside. His
arrogant tone of voice matched his insulting manner.
"Can I ask what you're doing here miss? Are you lost?"
Trish was determined not to be cowed by his bullying tone.
"I don't think so. It doesn't take a map reader to get from the front door to
the lift."
"Very funny. I meant that you must be lost because unauthorised people aren't
allowed in here."
She smiled sweetly at him though her eyes flashed hard steel and her voice
dripped acid.
"I've got an appointment with Charles Porter, is that authority enough for
you?"
The doorman leered knowingly at her and she could see the lust in his eyes as
they wandered shamelessly over her body. His tongue flicked across his lips
like a reptile that has spotted its next meal. She shivered as a ghost of a
memory flitted into her mind. She knew that look only too well.
The doorman nodded with evident satisfaction.
"Yes, I suppose you would have. You look the type. I must say you do look a
bit young even for old Charlie."
The cryptic remark aroused Trish's curiosity but she didn't want to give the
officious bully the satisfaction of knowing that she was even slightly
interested in his opinion. His attitude angered her and helped her to forget
her nervousness.
"I'm sure that Mr Porter will be able to decide that for himself without your
help, though I'll certainly pass your views along to him if you like.
I doubt whether he'll need your opinion of me but he might be interested to
hear what you think of him."
The doorman deflated instantly.
"Just my little joke miss. No offence intended."
"I'm sure that you wouldn't need to actually intend offence. Now, will you
direct me to Mr Porter's office please?"
The superior smirk gave way to a puzzled frown as he tried to work out whether
she'd just insulted him. The problem proved too much for him and he thumbed
the lift control with more force than was needed.
"You'll be wanting the top floor. You can't miss his office, it's the only
one."
Trish smiled coolly. She wasn't sure that he'd got the point yet so she
twisted the knife a little.
"Thank you. By the way, just in case it should come up in conversation -
what's your name?"
"Jennings miss - Frank Jennings. Frank to my friends."
Trish stepped into the lift. "Thank you Jennings, and are you the doorman by
any chance?"
"Yes miss and I hope you understand that part of my job is keeping out
unauthorised people."
"And the other part presumably is opening the door for authorised visitors, is
that right?"
"Yes miss."
"You haven't done very well so far. Perhaps you should read your instruction
manual before I leave."
The door swished shut and Trish breathed a sigh of relief as the lift ascended
slowly. Her small victory over a male, even an inadequate one like Jennings,
had bolstered her confidence but she hoped that Charles Porter wasn't going to
be as offensive as his doorman.
The interior walls of the lift were mirrored and Trish quickly checked her
appearance. She knew that she looked good and her reflection confirmed it.
Her dark hair shone and she had even used a small amount of mascara and
lipstick. She felt uncomfortable at the idea of making herself more
attractive sexually to a prospective employer, but getting the job was more
important than her stand against male prejudice. Despite her misgivings, she
had to admit that she liked the difference in her appearance.
T-shirt and jeans had given way to a white blouse with an open neck and a pale
blue pleated skirt that fell to just above her knees and displayed her tanned
legs to dazzling effect. Her shoes had modest two inch heels but that was
sufficient to stretch her calf muscles and emphasise the shapely length of her
slim legs. The lift slowed and her heart began to beat wildly as she
anticipated the imminent ordeal of yet another interview.
She needed desperately to get the job and she hoped that her desperation
wouldn't be obvious. She drew a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves as
she muttered to herself.
"All I need is to say something stupid out of nervousness. Just get a grip
and stay cool Trish."
The door swished open almost before the lift stopped and Trish almost stumbled
as she stepped from the hard floor onto thick deep piled carpet.
She was in a wide passage with one door at the end. The passage was more
luxurious than most of the offices that she had seen.
If this was the corridor how much more palatial would Charles Porter's office
be. She wondered what kind of man would occupy such opulent surroundings -
obviously an extremely wealthy man.
Discreet spotlights accented original oil paintings on the plain walls. They
weren't the usual landscapes that she might have expected in a business
setting. They were all of nude figures and it was obvious that they were the
work of master artists. She hadn't spent much time in art galleries but
somehow she didn't remember seeing nudes as explicit or detailed as these.
She stared in horrified fascination at the elegantly painted scenes of
seduction and love making. If they had been photographs in a glossy magazine,
they would have been relegated to the top shelf in the newsagents. Trish
suddenly realised that she was becoming aroused by the explicit displays of
sexual activity. She reluctantly tore her gaze from the hypnotic images on
either side of her and walked towards the door.
A large walnut and glass display case dominated the end of the passage.
Hidden lights illuminated its contents from within and even from several paces
away the cunning lighting showed the dozens of miniature jade figures, that
filled the glass shelves, to perfection.
Something odd about the tiny sculptures drew her to them. Each piece was no
more than two inches in height but perfect in every detail. As she stared at
the display she realised, with a hot flush of embarrassment, that the figures
shared a common theme with the paintings.
Every exquisitely carved specimen depicted sexual acts of such variety that
she was stunned. Male figures coupled with females in ways that she had never
imagined. Many pieces showed several men using a single female at one time.
There were women in couples and threesomes - mythical animals and humans of
both sexes copulated in obscene orgies of lust. There was a quality about the
lascivious activities that seemed to draw her into the sculpted scenes.
Already aroused by the explicit action in the paintings, she could imagine
herself as one of the figures. She felt herself becoming more excited by the
second as her fevered imagination plucked at her pleasure centres.
Even though there was no-one to witness her involuntary arousal, the youngster
blushed self consciously as she felt the moisture begin between her thighs.
She turned away from the cabinet hurriedly and almost walked into a well
dressed, distinguished looking man who was leaning on the frame of the open
office door.
Trish hadn't connected his name but she recognised him immediately. She
wasn't very interested in politics but few people could have failed to
recognise Charles Porter, though he looked younger in the flesh than in the
newspaper photographs.
His picture had been on every front page for days and he seemed to monopolise
most of the chat shows on television as well. He was only a junior minister
but he'd won notoriety for his stand against television censorship. He took
his views seriously enough to vote against his own party. His logic and
humour had gone a long way to convince many readers and viewers of the
absurdity of censorship but he'd failed to convince the Prime.Minister and had
been forced to resign.
He had an amused expression on his face but there was no malice in his smile.
His light blue eyes twinkled and reflected his smile. He was close to six
feet tall and though his grey hair put his age around fifty, he was still
handsome.
"I see that you're admiring my collection."
His voice was deep and though the tone was soft and quiet, Trish shivered at
the power behind it. She stood in silent embarrassment as he studied her.
"I must apologise. I didn't mean to startle you. You must be Patricia
Roundtree, I'm Charles Porter."
She nodded and found that her voice had fled along with any last remnants of
self assurance. He stretched out a hand and she stared at it in a daze for
several seconds before she realised that she was supposed to shake it.
His grip was cool and firm and he held onto Trish's hand as he led her back to
the display case.
She followed meekly. Somehow she was unable to resist the powerful magnetism
of the man's personality and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to
follow his lead. He held her hand as he gazed proudly at his collection.
"I noticed that you were interested in my carvings, what do you think of
them?"
"I don't know. They're exquisitely carved but some of them..."
"A bit on the rude side for your taste?"
"I didn't mean that," stammered Trish.
She didn't understand why but his opinion of her was important and she didn't
want to sound naive to the sophisticated older man. She tried to compose
herself and say something sensible.
"It's just that I've never seen anything like them before. They're so
beautiful but some of them look positively depraved."
"That depends on your point of view I suppose. If you've never experienced a
situation, it might well seem strange to you." Anxious not to appear naive
tried to discuss the objects as if they had no affect on her at all.
"I don't need to experience them to know that some of the positions look
impossible," she said calmly.
"I can promise you that none of the positions are impossible - difficult
perhaps, maybe even painful - but not impossible."
Trish studied the older man's unchanged facial expression. Was he suggesting
that he'd actually done some of the things that the jade figures portrayed?
No - not some - he must have tried all of the deviations that were on display
- how else could he be so sure. She was still feeling aroused by the erotic
scenes that lined the walls and, despite her need to keep her thoughts on the
coming interview, she found herself imagining Charles Porter in some of the
positions that the figurines depicted.
She was surprised to discover that the thoughts excited her, especially when
she pictured him in the same scenes that she had already imagined herself in.
Her heart beat raced and she remembered that he was still holding her hand.
She could feel his strong regular pulse against her palm and she was
uncomfortably aware of his powerful aura of maleness. She tried not to think
about the sexual aspect of the tiny carvings though it was difficult to
ignore.
"Well, possible or not, the workmanship is quite amazing. Did you carve
them?"
He laughed softly and the deep sound sent a shiver through her body.
"Good Lord no! Most of them are hundreds of years old. I hope that I don't
look that ancient."
"No, of course you don't."
Trish blushed furiously. She cursed herself for becoming so awkward and
tongue tied. Apart from the fact that she needed the job desperately, there
was something about Charles Porter that made her want to impress him. She
didn't feel that she was doing very well up to now.
"I didn't realise that they were so old. They must be extremely valuable"
"Not all of them are old - in fact one or two are fairly recent, but then they
would be," he said cryptically. "As to their value - they're priceless
because they are unique. This is the only collection of its kind in the world
and it's almost complete, there is only one piece missing."
"Which one?"
"I don't know yet."
He studied Trish for a moment and the strange expression on his face made her
shiver.
"There is always one piece missing," he said mysteriously. "It's
traditional."
Trish didn't understand what he meant but she nodded as if she did. She had
read that power makes a man sexually attractive and she was discovering first
hand that it was true. The display of erotica had already stimulated her and
Charles Porter's presence was multiplying her confusion. She found it more
difficult to understand why he was so enamoured of the tiny pornographic
figurines, when he could obviously have his pick of real women. Was it
possible that he preferred this to the real thing? It wasn't a question that
she could ask him directly.
"Why would gifted artists put so much time and talent into things like this?"
He shrugged, "Because wealthy people paid them to I suppose."
"But why? I mean why would people spend so much on what amounts to expensive
pornography?"
"Do you mean why do I spend my money in this fashion?"
Trish blushed with embarrassment and nodded silently.
"I get the feeling that you disapprove of me Miss Roundtree, but it's a good
question and it deserves an answer. By the way you are even more beautiful
when you blush."
The compliment increased the youngster's embarrassment and the flush, that
heated her face, spread down her neck. It didn't stop there. She was
uneasily aware of a rush of blood to her groin and she felt the warmth of
renewed moisture trickle from her vagina.
She couldn't bring herself to look directly at his face in case he was able to
recognise something in her expression that would reveal her excited condition.
She stared silently at the miniature jade orgy but that only intensified the
emotions that she was trying to hide.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly - aware of the moisture that was
seeping into her panties and she wished now that she'd worn tights instead of
trying to show off her tanned legs. Charles Porter appeared not to notice her
discomfort. Trish felt her body vibrate like a tuning fork to the deep
assured sound of his voice when he spoke.
"What would you say was the most important thing in any living organism's
existence?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Survival I suppose."
"You're right. Not of the individual necessarily, but certainly survival of
the species. Of course in order for the species to survive it has to do two
things. It has to survive as an individual and reproduce."
Trish found herself nodding in agreement with the simple logic of Porter's
statement though she was acutely aware that she would probably have agreed
with anything he said at this point.
"So, the irresistible urge to reproduce is the strongest force acting on any
living thing, including plants. In simple terms it needs to feed and breed."
Trish realised that she was expected to say something and it would not say
much for her intelligence if she simply agreed with him.
"Okay but I don't see what that has to do with pornography"
"What we're discussing is erotica. Pornography is a word that Prime
Ministers, policemen and prudes use."
"Whatever, but you don't need pornography or erotica for survival."
"Right again," he beamed at her, "but we are no longer creatures of instinct.
Humans are capable of more than that. The main thing that separates us from
the lower animals is our imaginations. We can invent and we can create and
appreciate art."
He noticed the puzzled look on Trish's face and went on.
"These paintings and carvings are an expression of our deepest rooted
instincts. The lucky few who can afford to buy objects of art like these
carvings, can also afford the time to indulge in sexual invention. Most
people are too busy struggling to survive to worry about sex as an art form.
For them, sex is just an enjoyable means of reproducing."
"Isn't it then?" Trish asked innocently. "I mean that is what sex is for
isn't it?"
He smiled and squeezed her hand gently before releasing it.
"Of course it is, just as we agreed that eating is vital to staying alive.
That doesn't stop people from going to expensive restaurants if they can
afford to. They eat for pleasure as well as survival and it's the same with
sex.. Nobody ever suggested that a cookery book is pornographic so why
condemn a book about sex. I'm sure that you don't always eat because you're
hungry do you?"
She shook her head. "That's true, I love chocolate."
"I'll try to remember," he said seriously. "I'm equally sure that you don't
intend to breed every time that you make love, do you?"
"I suppose not," replied the youngster, blushing furiously.
"So can you see that by turning the basic needs of life into art forms that
have nothing to do with their original purpose, we can achieve new pleasures
and enhance our lives. I believe that a good lover can do for sex what a good
cook can do for food"
He grinned like a little boy and Trish felt a sensation in her stomach as if
she was on a fast fairground ride.
"Sometimes you can enjoy both sex and food at the same time - like that one
there."
He pointed to female figurine who was determinedly sucking on a tiny jade
penis. Trish blushed violently and her heart pounded painfully. It was one
of the scenes that she had imagined herself in.
"All I'm saying is that sex is one of life's two main pleasures and it
deserves a better press."
"Like you," said Trish impulsively.
He looked surprised and then laughed.
"It's good to know that you read the newspapers and I'm flattered that you
appear to be on my side."
"I don't agree with censorship if that's what you mean."
"Excellent! So you can appreciate my collection with any puritan hang-ups
then?"
"I'm still not sure about some of them," she said hesitantly.
"I should hope not. Where would we get a living sphinx for you?"
Trish glanced at the figure that he was pointing to and, unsure whether it was
from embarrassment or excitement, she blushed again.
"Now I've embarrassed you haven't I?" He said gently. "Please accept my
apology, I tend to get carried away when I talk to anyone who seems interested
in my collection. Will you forgive my bad manners?"
Trish recovered her composure and forced a smile. The contradictions in his
personality confused and intrigued her. His amiable charm and civility seemed
at odds with his exotic interests and his forthright way of talking about
them. She was afraid that she might have offended him and he hadn't done
anything wrong. It wasn't his fault, how could he know about what had
happened to her and why she was so nervous about sex.
"There's no need to apologise," she said sincerely. "I am interested in your
collection. It's just that I've never seen anything like it before and I was
a bit surprised. I suppose I was expecting something a bit more - well,
conventional."
"More businesslike? More like a Minister of the Crown eh? Or I should say an
ex-Minister I suppose."
"Well, yes."
"Politics is only a game my dear. This is my business."
Trish couldn't hide her look of surprise and Charles Porter explained hastily.
"I suppose that I could have been a chef but I cannot cook. So my company
deals in the other basic human need. I've spent my working life bringing sex
as an art form to the masses."
"So you sell pornography. No wonder you voted against censorship."
"Erotica my dear. Admittedly, most of it is not in the same class as my jades
- if it was, I'd go broke waiting for a customer who could afford the prices."
"You don't look as though you're starving."
"On the contrary. Business is extremely good and has been for years."
He glanced at her sharply. "So! Do you want the job?"
"But you don't know anything... I mean you haven't..."
"Interviewed you? Yes I have. I've seen and heard all that I need. In fact
I'd already decided to offer you the job when I saw how you handled Jennings."
He smiled again at the puzzled expression on her face.
"Now I've confused you again. It's very simple, there are security cameras
and microphones in the lobby. I like to know who is entering my building,
after all my collection is priceless and it's not the only valuable thing
that's kept here. Come into my office and we'll have a drink while I tell you
about the job, then you can tell me if it appeals to you."
His smile was so infectious and his manner so gentle and considerate that
Trish found herself wanting to do anything he asked in order to please him.
It was all she could do to stop herself from saying, 'Of course I'll take the
job. I don't care what it is'
His office door faced the lift entrance at the opposite end of the passage and
they were both covered with the same green leather, tooled and studded like an
antique book binding.
Trish trailed a finger over the soft leather.
"That is so beautiful, I've never seen anything like it before."
He stood aside and allowed her to enter first.
"It's not just beautiful, it's practical as well."
"Well, I suppose it saves painting," she said dubiously.
He smiled enigmatically, "That too I suppose"
He indicated a couch that was upholstered with the same green leather as the
door.
"Make yourself comfortable and I'll pour us a drink. It's a bit early for
anything too strong. Do you mind white wine? I thought we could drink to
your new job."
"But I don't know anything about the job yet and you don't know enough about
me to offer me a job."
"I know all that I need to and I'll explain what I expect of you in a moment."
Trish sat uneasily on the edge of the couch. She clasped her hands together
so that she wouldn't betray her nervousness by fidgeting. Charles Porter had
behaved impeccably towards her and had done all that he could to put her at
ease but he was a man. She hadn't been alone with a man since... NO! She
shut the thought away quickly and tried to focus on something, anything in the
room that would distract her.
Her senses seemed unusually sharp. Every sight, sound and smell registered
with a sharp impact. The scent of leather mingled with the sharp tang of oak
and polish and filled her nostrils.
She guessed that Charles Porter had chosen the decor and furnishings himself.
His office reflected his own appearance and personality.
Understated but impeccably groomed - even the corridor was simply an extension
of his office. The same thick carpet covered both seamlessly and the
furniture, though obviously expensive, was conservative.
Apart from the couch that she was occupying and the small cabinet, from which
Charles Porter was pouring drinks, the only other furniture was a high backed
wing chair behind an enormous oak desk which dominated the room. The chair
was upholstered in the ubiquitous green leather. The desk top was bare except
for a blotter and a telephone.
He brought two filled glasses over to the couch. He passed one to Trish and
sat down next to her. Her mind was a jumble of impressions and she was
struggling to think of something intelligent to say to let him know that she
was capable of talking to him on equal terms. He saved her embarrassment by
taking over the conversation.
"So, what can I tell you about the job. It's not difficult or complicated but
it is a bit hard to define. Basically you'll be my personal assistant.
I won't be around a lot of the time so you'll be running the office, seeing
clients, interviewing staff."
"I haven't seen any staff yet," she said. "Do they come in later?"
"They don't work from here - mostly field workers but they'd be reporting to
you when I'm not here. Oh, and the hours can be a bit irregular."
Trish looked at him dubiously. It was difficult to be suspicious of him when
she looked into his face but the whole proposition sounded too good to be
true. The business was not what she would have chosen but he appeared to be
honest and sincere. She had no reason to be wary of him other than the fact
that he was a man. Her experiences with men had taught her not to believe a
word they said and to be even more suspicious of the things that they didn't
say.
How personal did he expect his personal assistant to be for the sort of salary
that he was offering and what did irregular hours mean? Was that a polite way
of saying that he would expect her to stay the night? She sipped cautiously
from her glass.
"It seems a lot of money for what you've described Mr. Porter," she said
primly.
He laughed gently and almost patted her knee but he withdrew his hand and
grinned an innocent apology.
"I can afford to pay well. The money isn't important to me but if it makes
you feel better I could pay you less."
"I didn't mean that," she said hastily, "I certainly need the money, but why
me? There must be lots of applicants who are better qualified than me"
"I told you, I liked the way the that you handled Frank. It showed courage
and wit and, from your attitude to my jade collection, I've discovered that
you ask sensible questions as well as having an open mind."
His easy manner and the flattering compliments made Trish feel more confident.
She was glad of the chance to impress him. If she ever decided to go with a
man again, it would be with some one just like Charles Porter.
"Frank wasn't difficult to handle but I will admit he gave me the creeps.
I felt as if he was undressing me with his eyes."
This time his hand did pat her knee. She assumed that he meant it to be a
reassuring gesture. The thought that he was being too familiar crossed her
mind but perhaps she was just being over sensitive.
"Well of course he was."
"What d'you mean, of course."
His hand was still resting on her bare leg. He continued to talk calmly as if
he was unaware of her smooth skin under his hand. Trish was still trying to
quell the feeling of arousal that the erotic figurines had generated in her
and the touch of his hand on her bare leg wasn't helping.
Trish was too nervous to say anything anyway, but she wondered if this was how
he normally behaved. She decided that it wasn't as important as her
heightened emotions were making her believe. After all the action had seemed
so casual that it would probably have sounded petty to mention it.
"I mean, you're absolutely right. Of course he was undressing you with his
eyes. He was also screwing you with his mind."
"What!"
"He was imagining what it would be like to fuck you Miss Roundtree."
Trish tried not to betray any emotion at Charles Porter's language. She was
sure that members of parliament didn't normally use that sort of language.
With his cultured accent and deep voice the word would have sounded almost
normal if the thought of it hadn't sent an unwanted thrill through her. It
was probably her imagination but she thought that she felt his hand move on
her knee. She was shaking inside but she managed to keep her voice low and
calm.
"You can't say things like that about people. It isn't fair - I mean how do
you know what he was thinking?"
His blue eyes twinkled and the boyish grin reappeared.
"Apart from the fact that you are an extremely beautiful young woman and it
would be natural for any man to have thoughts like that, I happen to know
Frank Jennings very well and I assure you he was thinking about fucking you."
That word again! Trish trembled as she tried to conceal the effect that
Porter's language was having on her.
"I still think you're being unfair. Just because he's a creep, that doesn't
prove anything."
His hand did move - she was sure of it. The pressure of his palm on her knee
increased slightly as he spoke.
"If you're sure that you're right, how about a small wager?"
"What do you mean? What kind of wager?"
"If I can't prove that I'm right I'll pay a forfeit of your choosing but if I
can prove it, then I choose a forfeit for you."
Trish was sure that, without looking inside the doorman's head, there was no
way of proving what he was thinking. She tried to think of a forfeit that she
could extract from her prospective employer.
"You can't bet on that. There's no way you can prove what he was thinking."
"So you accept the wager? I knew that I was right about you. You have
courage and I admire that."
Trish nodded nervously. She wasn't sure that she agreed about the courage but
she couldn't refuse the wager now. It would be an admission that she wasn't
as courageous as he thought. She was sure that she was right but her new
employer seemed very confident.
Without removing his hand from her leg, he pulled a small remote control from
his jacket pocket and pressed a button. The lights dimmed. There was the
faint hum of an electric motor and, on the wall above the drinks cabinet, an
oil painting of a couple engaged in oral lovemaking swung to one side to
reveal a large television screen. A press on another button and a picture
flashed into view. Trish gasped in surprise as she recognised herself gaping,
open mouthed, at the jade figurines.
"Too far," muttered her companion and with another press the picture began to
run backwards.
He grinned excitedly.
"Part of my security. I did tell you about the security cameras didn't I?
Everything's on tape - damned insurance insist on it. Still it has its uses I
suppose."
Trish watched herself repeating her actions in reverse and wished that she
could do the same with the last four months of her life. The morbid thought
evaporated and she smiled when she saw the shocked look on her face fade as
she walked backwards from the jade figurines to look at the oil paintings.
Then she reversed into the lift.
There must have been a camera behind the mirror. She watched herself check
her appearance and, grateful that the room was almost dark, she blushed with
embarrassment. The hand on her knee squeezed gently as the scene shifted to
the lobby and the lift door opened.
Trish backed out of it and confronted the doorman. The novelty of watching
herself in reverse was wearing off and she fidgeted impatiently.
"Okay so I can see the lecherous look on his face but that still doesn't prove
anything about what he's thinking."
"The best bit is still to come. The cameras are also connected to a video
recorder in Frank's office. That means he can watch the same movie as us."
"So if he gets really bored, he can watch me on video. Big deal," she said
impatiently.
"I still don't understand what you're getting at."
"You will - you see, just to complicate things, there is also a camera in
Frank's office. He doesn't know that one exists. Insurance company's idea of
course - they don't trust anyone."
He pressed another button and the scene changed again. Trish saw Frank
Jennings sitting in a swivel chair. The camera was aimed at an angle so that
she could see both the doorman and the television that he was watching.
She was there again on the screen downstairs and he was watching her. She saw
herself go through the same motions but this time she was also watching Frank
Jennings watching her. His face was fixed in a lecherous leer as he followed
her movements. He had a remote control in his hand and he wound the tape back
and forth, occasionally pausing the image on the screen.
It was flattering watching herself being admired like this and Trish began to
feel some sympathy for the strange pathetic individual in his office.
The images of her on his television were certainly making him fidgety.
With a sudden shock Trish realised that he wasn't fidgeting. He was stroking
his crotch while he studied her image. The pressure from Charles Porter's
hand increased slightly and his index finger caressed her knee idly with a
barely perceptible movement. Trish felt like a voyeur as the unsuspecting
doorman stroked his obvious erection through his trousers.
There was something forbidden and exciting about the scene and, despite her
dislike for him, she felt her own body respond in sympathy with the aroused
doorman. Then she froze in horror as the doorman unzipped his fly and pulled
his erect penis into view.
Seeing herself on screen, she felt revulsion and excitement at the same time
as she watched the doorman use her image to feed his fantasy. It was as if
the girl on the screen was somebody else. An innocent young girl who was
being used unknowingly by a hidden admirer.
She felt guilty at spying on the unsuspecting doorman but she couldn't look
away. She watched in hypnotised silence, afraid to breathe, as he began to
masturbate. He was masturbating over her image on the screen and she was
watching him do it. Trish was unable to take her eyes from the scene - she
was mesmerised and stimulated by the thought that she was the object of his
desires. Her breath grew shorter and she felt a familiar warmth as the
moisture between her legs increased.
She felt her body growing hot and when she remembered to breathe, the air
escaped from her lungs with an audible sigh. She was acutely aware now of
Charles Porter's hand on her leg. It had moved a little higher while her
attention was distracted and it was now halfway along her thigh. If it went
any further she would stop him but for the moment she was afraid of breaking
the spell.
The doorman's chest was heaving now and she could hear his harsh panting
through the speakers. It was obvious that he was close to coming and Trish
found herself watching eagerly as a clear droplet of semen appeared at the tip
of his swollen penis. She felt Charles Porter's hand slide along her thigh
and under her skirt. She put her hand over his to stop him.
"Don't do that."
"Can you see what Frank is doing?"
His hand moved again and, despite the pressure of her own hand on his, he
gained another couple of inches.
"Of course I can see. Please stop doing that."
"He's watching you and he's masturbating. What do you think he's thinking
about Miss Roundtree?"
"He's thinking about me I suppose but he hasn't got his hand up my skirt.
Will you stop doing that."
His fingers had almost reached her panties and she wondered how to stop him
without making a fuss or offending her new employer.
"He's thinking about fucking you Miss Roundtree. You lost the wager my dear
and this is the forfeit."
His fingers grazed her moist sex through her panties and sent a thrill through
her body. He was right - she had lost their bet but she hadn't expected
anything like this. She held his wrist to restrain his hand but she knew that
if she dishonoured the bet she couldn't accept the job. The alternative was
to allow him to continue. The words of bravado that she'd uttered to Allie
and Lucy returned to mock her.
"I need a job and money and I could be flexible if I get desperate."
On the screen, the doorman's hand was a blur of motion as he masturbated
frantically but her employer's leisurely fingers were moving slowly. He took
time to savour and explore the sensitive area around Trish's vagina. Every
movement of his fingertips was relayed to her limp hand which now rested
unresisting on his.
His fingers were inside her panties now and the doorman was panting furiously
as he pumped vigorously towards his climax.
"Can you see Miss Roundtree? He's holding his cock and imagining that it's in
here - inside your pussy"
"Yes, I can see," she murmured weakly.
His words made the fantasy more real and she felt herself begin to respond to
the unreal situation. Her head spun in confusion and she was no longer sure
what was creating the most excitement. She saw herself, on the screen,
oblivious to what was happening as Jennings fucked her in his imagination.
The two images grew confused in her mind and she imagined that he really was
fucking the unsuspecting youngster.
A thick finger insinuated itself gently into her heated vagina and fucked her
slowly. Her confusion grew until she could no longer distinguish between
herself and her image, or between the doorman's penis and her boss's finger.
Her bewildered mind shared the doorman's fantasy that he was fucking her. She
could feel him fucking her.
She held her breath as her excitement mounted. On screen the magnified penis
erupted in gouts of milky white sperm. She released her breath in a squeal of
surprise as she climaxed with a prolonged spasm of every muscle in her body.
Charles Porter's finger slowed to a halt but he didn't remove it.
They sat in silence for a moment or two. Trish was still recovering from the
shock of what had happened and Charles Porter had no need to speak.
Trish assumed for a moment that she had paid her forfeit but her new boss had
other ideas. His hand stirred slightly and his fingers gradually renewed
their stimulating movement. Trish's heart sank as she realised that he hadn't
finished with her yet.
The feeling grew again - stronger this time. The youngster wondered briefly
how many times constituted a forfeit before her excitement mounted and her
hips began to take up the rhythm of his skilful manipulation. She felt her
climax approaching like a violent storm and her legs parted as her body shook
with the tumultuous sensations that ripped through her.
She was suddenly afraid of the powerful emotions that racked her body. Was he
just getting her ready for something more? He had complete control of her and
the situation now. There would be nothing she could do to stop him from doing
anything he wanted to. She was so far gone that she wasn't even sure that she
wanted to stop him.
Without pausing in his relentless stimulation, he dropped to his knees in
front of her and flicked his tongue lightly along her open legs. His fingers
continued to caress her as his lips and tongue moved smoothly up her thighs.
Trish shook and moaned with uncontrolled passion as the twin torments of his
fingers and tongue drove her to new heights that she had never suspected. His
fingers suddenly ceased their torment as he lifted and separated her
unresisting legs so that her crotch was open and accessible for his mouth. He
pulled her brief panties to one side and she felt his burning breath on her
vagina just before his tongue plunged into her.
She screamed wildly in ecstatic abandon as her climax hit her like a whirlwind
but he didn't stop. His mouth and tongue induced orgasm after orgasm to rip
through her body tearing her objections into shreds as she shook with
pleasure.
Finally he slowed and stopped. Trish slumped exhausted on the couch. Too
weak to say anything she closed her eyes and wondered what he planned for her
next. He stroked her hair tenderly and her eyes flicked open.
"I suppose you intend to fuck me now," she whispered in a voice already
resigned to defeat.
He sounded shocked.
"Of course not. That would be over familiar considering the fact that we've
only just met."
He kissed her forehead lightly and studied her puzzled expression with
amusement.
"Wasn't what you just did to me a trifle over familiar Mr Porter?"
He shrugged.
"That was a bet Miss Roundtree - a matter of honour. I wouldn't take
advantage of you. I will fuck you but not until you want me to."
"That will be never," she said determinedly. "I don't want you to fuck me now
or any other time."
"You wanted me to just now," he reminded her. "Of course, you were so excited
that it would have been dishonourable to take advantage of you."
Trish shook her head slowly, hardly able to believe what she was hearing.
Charles Porter smiled confidently. "I'll wait until you come to me and say
that you want me to fuck you."
The shame that she felt for not only submitting to his advances but enjoying
them as well, turned to anger. She was already angry with herself for her own
weakness but his arrogant assumption ignited her ire and focused it on him.
"That will never happen. If that was what you wanted, you should have done it
to me while you had the chance because you won't get another one."
The boyish grin that had captivated her earlier flashed across his face but
now it only made her more angry with him.
"I don't want to do it to you Miss Roundtree. I want to do it with you -
which means you have to want to as well. When I fuck you it will be an
occasion, not a stolen moment of selfish indulgence."
"You've got some nerve," she snapped acidly.
"You mean IF you fuck me, not when, and don't hold your breath because it'll
never happen."
He smiled an irritatingly confident smile.
"Never, sounds very final. You can't say never."
"Yes I can - I don't like men very much and I don't like them touching me at
all so your chances of actually fucking me are nil."
"Do you mean that you prefer women?"
Trish didn't try to hide the look of annoyance that crossed her face. Why did
everyone assume that if you didn't like men, you had to be a lesbian.
What kind of arrogance made this man think that he was so attractive to women
that only a lesbian could reject him.
"I'm not a lesbian though I'm sure that you'd prefer me to be. You're
precious male ego could cope with that more easily than being rejected.
Even if I did like men, I'd choose one myself - not just submit to anyone who
poked his finger up me and thought that I'd fall at his feet."
"What's made you so bitter about men?"
"It's none of your business but if you must know - I was raped."
Porter's face fell and he sounded genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry, I didn't
know."
"You're sorry that you didn't know or sorry I was raped? - You're certainly
not sorry for what you just did to me?"
"Both - If I'd known, I wouldn't have done it. I didn't think that you'd be
this upset."
"Of course you didn't but don't pretend to be sorry because your attitude is
no different to the pig who raped me. He assumed that I'd like it once he
started, the same as you just did."
Trish fixed her would-be seducer with an icy glare as if defying him to argue
with her.
"I swore after he raped me that if another man ever touched me, I'd kill him.
The real joke is that I thought for a silly moment that you might be
different. Well I was wrong - you're all the same. I should have known
better than to think that there was such a thing as a decent man."
Charles Porter stared at her in stunned silence. Her face was flushed and she
was panting with the exertion of her furious outburst. Even through her anger
she could see that he wasn't used to being shouted at. She only half
regretted her angry attack on him. He opened his mouth to reply but she
hadn't finished.
"I know that I've just lost the job but I don't care. You can poke the job up
your arse."
She added, with heavy irony, "You never know you might enjoy it once you've
started."
She sat back exhausted by her tirade. To her astonishment he laughed. She
gaped at him as if he had gone mad as tears rolled down his cheeks and he
fought for breath. He clutched his stomach and pulled a face.
"That hurts. I haven't laughed like that for months and before you carry out
your threat to kill me, I'm not laughing at you."
"It doesn't look like it."
"No really. I was laughing at the image you must have of me, poking your job
up my arse and trying to enjoy it."
Trish was still angry but his laughter was infectious and she had to struggle
not to smile. She turned the corners of her mouth down into a parody of a
scowl.
"I didn't actually picture you doing it, but since you mention it - I can see
you bent double, stuffing contracts up yourself like a squirrel hiding its
nuts. Not very dignified at all Mr. Porter - in fact you look pretty silly."
He looked wounded. "Do you have to call me Mr Porter - that sounds so formal
and polite."
She shrugged. "What's the difference - I'm never likely to see you again so I
may as well be polite."
The laughter in his voice disappeared and his face fell.
"You are entitled to be angry at me - I behaved badly and I've no excuse."
"It doesn't matter now does it?" she muttered sullenly.
"You are a very beautiful young woman and I took advantage of you. I'm
sorry."
"I'm not a woman - I'm still a girl - seventeen years old and you're old
enough to be my grandfather."
"Please believe me - I am truly sorry. I'm even sorrier that you don't want
the job because you'd be perfect for it."
"You mean I'm not sacked?"
"How can I sack you when you haven't agreed to take the job - and even if you
had agreed - how could I sack you for behaving exactly in the way that made me
decide to hire you in the first place."
"So the offer's still open then?"
"If you still want the job. Do you want it?"
"I don't know. You've confused me and I'm still angry at you."
"I'll give you a rise."
"How much?"
They both laughed and Trish revised her opinion of him again. He was
certainly a confusing man but she was sure that whatever the job involved, it
would never become boring.
"Can you start on Monday?"
"I thought I'd started already."
"As long as you don't expect to be paid for today."
"As long as you understand that you are not going to fuck me."
"What - Never?"
She grinned cheekily. "Apparently I'm not allowed to say never - it's too
final."
He glanced at his gold Gucci watch and pursed his lips.
"I've got an appointment in half an hour. Can I offer you a lift somewhere?"
"As long as it's not a Rolls-Royce, you can run me home. I don't want the
neighbours to talk"
"I'm sorry but it's the only car I have since I lost the Ministerial one."
Trish squealed with delight.
"Are you serious? A Rolls-Royce?"
"Of course I'm serious. If you've never done it in the back of a Roller, then
you've never done it."
"That makes me a virgin again and I'll be sitting in the back - on my own -
just in case you've got any plans Mr Porter."
"Won't you call me Charles?"
She shook her head firmly. "It sounds too pompous. I'll call you Mr Porter."
"Well can I call you Patricia?"
"My friends call me Trish - you can call me that if you like," she offered.
"In that case you could call me Chas."
"Okay - yes, I like that - Chas."
He managed to persuade her to sit in the front with him.
"I'll feel like your chauffeur otherwise Trish."
His hand strayed to her knee a couple of times but he removed it hastily when
she frowned at him. She didn't object when he gave her a chaste kiss on the
forehead as she got out of the car. The neighbours probably thought that he
was her rich uncle...
"I bet that Charles Porter doesn't think of you as a niece," said Lucy.
"Not unless he's into incest as well," giggled Allie.
She groaned and clapped her hand to her mouth in dismay.
"I'm sorry Lucy - I didn't mean..."
Lucy shrugged. "It doesn't matter - I deserve it anyway."
Trish grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her gently.
"Stop feeling so bloody guilty Luce. For a start your step-father's not even
related to you, so it wasn't incest."
"That's right - and it's not as if you fucked him. All you did was suck his
cock," added Allie.
"How can you say 'that's all' he's my mother's husband," said Lucy miserably.
"And if 'that's all', how come you wouldn't do it with your artist?" added
Trish
"I expect I would," said Allie carelessly. "I just didn't want to. I expect
I'll have to eventually though if I want to keep this modelling job."
"That isn't all I did anyway," Lucy confessed in a small voice.
"You mean there's more? This is turning into a right saga. Come on then you
can't hold out on us now."
"I suppose not but..." She turned to Trish with tears in her eyes.
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better but there's no way that any of it
was down to you"
"Yes it was," said Trish grimly. "and before you start telling us all about
your terrible sin - if that's what it was, you'd better let me finish. You'll
probably hate me when I tell you what happened."
"No she won't Trish," said Allie vehemently. "We'll never hate each other.
I might not be ready to do what you and Lucy did but I love both of you enough
to know that we couldn't hate each other."
Lucy nodded tearfully. "She's right Trish. Don't talk about hating - I don't
know what I'd do if I didn't have you and Allie."
Trish sighed. "Okay but it's getting late. What time do you two have to be
home. I don't want to get you into any more trouble."
"I could ring my parents - tell them I'll be late. They know where I am,"
said Allie.
"What about you Luce, will your step-dad kick up if you're late."
"He can't do much over the phone can he?"
"You still have to face him when you get in."
Lucy's eyes pleaded silently.
"Not if I stayed the night. He'll have gone to work by the time I get home."
"You can't stay without me," said Allie "I'm not missing any of the scandal.
Couldn't we both stay Trish?"
"I'd like you to but there's only one bed and my dad will be on the couch
watching telly all night."
"No problem," grinned Allie. "You and Lucy have the bed and I'll kip on the
floor. I can sleep quite well on floor boards."
"Not very soundly though. "Trish said sarcastically. "That okay with you
Luce?"
"Yes plea... I mean sure - why not?"
"Well that seems to be settled. The phone's in the hall. I'll sort out some
blankets for Allie while you're making your excuses."
The room was in semi-darkness when the girls returned. Trish was sitting up
in bed though she was still wearing her silk blouse. She'd arranged blankets
into a rough bed for Allie.
"There's pyjamas on the dresser if you want them. Sorry but I'm not the
nightie sort."
"I'm okay in my bra and pants," said Lucy.
"Not in my bed you're not. Take them off Luce."
Lucy blushed crimson at Trish's directness in front of Allie but their friend
laughed.
"She's right, you've been wearing them all day, you insanitary little cow.
You might as well take 'em off and save Trish the trouble later."
"Allie! You're so crude."
"No I'm not. No secrets, remember?"
"When you two have stopped bickering perhaps you'll sort out what you're
doing. It doesn't matter what Lucy wears because once she's heard what I'm
going to tell you, she'll probably prefer to sleep with you Allie."
Lucy quickly stripped and slid into bed alongside Trish.
"I'm staying here till morning," she whispered, "whatever you tell us."
Allies lighter flared as she lit a cigarette. The flickering light revealed
that she had left the pyjamas on the dresser. She blew a stream of smoke into
the air.
"Shall we get the confession over with then Trish? The sooner you tell us,
the sooner we can forgive you."
Lucy felt the heat of Trish's thigh an inch from hers and she shivered.
She pressed her leg lightly against the smooth warmth.
"I've forgiven you in advance," she said softly.
Trish smiled at her in the darkness. She felt for her hand and held it.
"Okay, you asked for it. The company I work for makes those tablets that you
took Luce."
Allie's voice floated through the darkness. "That's hardly your fault Trish.
You only work there."
"Yeah well, I still knew what they were and what they're used for." Lucy
squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"It's still not your fault. You couldn't stop them from selling the stuff."
"I don't know how hard I'd have tried. I'd never have put up with what
Charles Porter did to me if I hadn't needed the job so badly."
"Didn't sound as bad as what Groves-Ormsby did to me and I've still got more
to come."
"Sounds as if you're looking forward to it. Anyway I haven't told you all of
it yet. Just listen and stop interrupting will you...
After what my new boss did to me at the interview, I was careful to avoid any
situation where it could happen again. That didn't stop him from trying
though. He was so confident that I wouldn't be able to resist his charm. He
though that all he had to do was wait around and I'd beg him to fuck me. It
didn't do him any good because I was beginning to like him less and less as I
found out more about his business. All that crap I swallowed about chefs and
artists and creative sex and what it all boiled down to was flogging
pornography. I still don't know how an MP could do that."
"You obviously read the wrong papers then," said Allie. "I didn't think you
were a prude Trish."
She sucked on her cigarette and the tip glowed brightly, illuminating her face
and breasts with red light.
"There's nothing wrong with a horny book anyway."
"That's not what I'm talking about Allie. I don't think you'd find the sort
of filth that he pushes very horny. It's really hard core videos and
photographs. The Charisma Enhancement tablets are what they use to get the
sort of stuff that nobody in their right mind would do voluntarily. Videos of
women with animals and men with children - really sick stuff."
Lucy snuggled in closer and slid her foot along Trish's leg.
"Surely that's illegal. Why would they tell you about it?"
"I'd have guessed anyway. You only have to see the weird goings on up there -
and the stuff that got shipped in as well. I opened most of the post and some
of it was stills from videos and stuff like that"
"Oh shi-it!" Allie sat up and stubbed out her cigarette with a vicious
grinding motion. "That bastard!"
"Well he had me fooled at first..."
"Not him Trish. That creep Groves-Ormsby. That was what was in the bottle.
The aspirins that weren't aspirins - I remember now. It said Charisma
Enhancement on the label. Don't you see? Stills from videos. There wasn't a
drop of paint in sight - just video cameras. That's what he was doing wasn't
it?"
"It does look like it Allie. I mean there's no proof but..."
"I don't need proof. I know - I just know. He'd probably have given me that
shit next time I went there. He'd have got me to do anything he wanted in his
bloody video then."
"That's exactly what they did to me," said Trish. "It's what I've been trying
to tell you. I'd been working there a couple of weeks and Charles Porter was
beginning to get the message. I couldn't stop him from brushing up against me
and stuff like that but he knew that I was never going to let him fuck me.
Last week he came into the office and said he wanted to talk about our
relationship...."
Trish put the letter she'd been reading back into the in-tray.
"I wasn't aware that we had a relationship Mr Porter," she said demurely.
Her boss smiled comfortably. "Not yet Trish. That's what I want to discuss
with you."
Trish returned his smile but her eyes were cold.
"I don't want a relationship with you so there's nothing to discuss."
"Let's have a drink and we'll talk about it shall we?
"I really don't want to talk about it and I'd rather not drink while I'm
working."
"Well you've have to stop working then. Just have a little one, I can't drink
on my own Trish."
"Okay, I'll have a tonic water if it makes you happy."
He walked to the small cabinet and took out two glasses. "Have a vodka in it,
yes?"
"Just the tonic please. I don't need alcohol to talk."
She watched him carefully, concerned that he would try to put vodka into her
drink but he poured the tonic from a fresh bottle and showed her the glass.
"Ice?"
"Yes please."
He carried both drinks to the leather couch and sat down. "Sit next to me."
"I remember what happened the last time I sat next to you. I'd rather not
repeat the experience thanks."
"I get the feeling that you don't like me much Trish."
"It's not that," she lied. "I'm not interested in you sexually that's all."
"Okay, I promise you that I won't lay a finger on you. Just sit next to me."
Trish didn't have any arguments left and he was still her boss. She decided
to humour him. She sat as far from him as the couch would allow and sipped at
her tonic water.
"So what happened Trish?" he said softly. "Why do you call me Mr. Porter now
- it used to be Chas?"
"I just thought it was too familiar," replied the youngster.
Her voice was subdued as she nervously wondered where this was going to lead.
"You are my boss after all and I thought we should... You know.. be more
sort of... well, businesslike."
"I see," sighed her boss. He attempted a friendly smile but Trish didn't
respond. She knew him for what he was now and it was going to take a lot more
than a smile to turn her round.
He tried another tack.
"I seem to remember that we were pretty familiar the first time we met.
You appear to have gone cold on me since then. Have I done something to
offend you?"
"N-no, not really," mumbled Trish.
The young girl cursed herself for getting so tongue-tied every time she spoke
to her boss. It was difficult to deny that even though she disliked him
intensely, she still felt drawn to him sexually. The worst of it was, he
seemed somehow to know that she still felt that way.
She could not deny the strange attraction, that she felt for him, to herself
but she was determined that nothing would ever happen between the two of them.
She had tried to be polite and firm but he still refused to accept that she
wasn't interested.
She decided, at that moment, that it was time that they settled the myth that
she was going to fall into his arms one day. The only way left, that she
could think of, was to threaten to leave. She took a deep breath to steady
her nerves.
"I'm sorry if you've somehow got the wrong idea about me Mr Porter but I'm not
interested in having an affair with you. If you want me to leave because of
that then I suppose I'll have to look for another job."
"There's no need for that Trish. Your job doesn't depend on me fucking you."
Trish breathed a sigh of relief. "Well I'm glad we've sorted that out."
She drained her glass and stood up. "I've still got lots to do before I go."
"Leave it Trish. Sit down. I haven't finished yet."
She looked perplexed. "I thought we'd agreed that nothing was going to happen
- what else is there?"
"I told you when you came here that I wanted to fuck you. I haven't changed
my mind about that."
"You also said you'd wait for me to ask you. Well that isn't going to happen
so what's to discuss?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
She sat reluctantly and crossed her hands primly on her lap. If he wanted to
talk, then she'd let him. If he wanted to pay her for sitting and doing
nothing, it was his loss. She couldn't see what was left to talk about but
she knew enough about his devious methods to make her nervous.
Charles Porter lounged back and stretched his legs out in front of him. His
jacket was open and Trish noticed, for the first time, that he had a paunch.
It was obvious from the bulge in his trousers that he also had an erection.
He followed the direction of her eyes and laughed.
"See what you do to me Trish."
She held her hands firmly in her lap and looked away quickly - too quickly.
The room seemed to revolve for moment and she felt dizzy.
"I'm sorry about that but I already told you, I'm not interested."
"You weren't very interested the first day you came here either - do you get
it? The first day you came here - right here on this couch. Don't you
remember? You were so excited. You came four or five times."
"I remember. You tricked me and took advantage."
"But you can't deny that you loved it."
Trish felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. She didn't want to remember
but she couldn't stop the images that filled her mind. The vivid memory of
the doorman with his penis in his hand - her boss's hand inside her pants -
his head between her thighs as he... She tried to quell the thoughts - to
deny what she plainly could feel between her legs. Why would the memory of
her humiliation arouse her like that?
Her eyes returned to the swelling in Charles Porter's trousers. He was
stroking it casually. Trish watched the slow careless movement of his hand
and pressed her thighs together tightly to suppress the slow pulse that was
beginning to distract her. He smiled smugly as she tried to hide her interest
in what he was doing
"Would you like to see it Trish?"
She shook her head emphatically. "No, I wouldn't."
"Are you sure? You got really turned on watching Jennings play with himself."
"I don't want to see it and I don't want to get turned on either."
She stood up to let him know that she wasn't going to allow him to embarrass
her any further. A wave of dizziness hit her and she sat down again. Her
gaze was transfixed by the slow movement of his hand as he caressed himself.
She told herself that she wasn't interested but found herself imagining what
his penis would look like. There was no denying that it was large - and it
appeared to be growing larger.
She pressed her hands into her lap to still the throbbing which was growing
with every leisurely movement of his hand but she only succeeded in making it
worse. She couldn't understand why she was responding to his lewd actions.
"Aren't you even a little bit turned on already?" he said slyly.
"No, I'm not - it'll take a lot more than that to turn me on. Now I really
have got some work to do."
"I thought it would take more than that Trish. That's why I offered you the
vodka."
"I know you were hoping to get me drunk, that's why I didn't have the vodka."
He studied his swollen trouser front for a moment before he answered her.
"No, but you had the ice, there are worse things than being drunk Trish."
Trish didn't understand what he meant but he was making her nervous.
"I don't know what you're talking about but it makes no difference - I'm not
interested."
"It will. Give it time and it will definitely make a difference."
"Neither of will live that long," she said boldly. "Whatever you think and
however long you wait Mr Porter, you are not going to fuck me."
He smiled knowingly and studied her face for a moment.
"Are you sure that you don't want to see my cock. It's very hard you know."
Her voice was a whisper. "I'm sure it is but no thank you."
She could lie to him but she couldn't deceive herself. Part of her did want
to see his erect penis. The part of her that throbbed moistly between her
legs. Concealed by the hand that rested on top, her fingers pressed
surreptitiously into the pulse between her thighs. What was the matter with
her? She knew that he was trying to arouse her but she couldn't understand
why he seemed to be succeeding.
"I'll bet that little pussy of yours is wet and hot now isn't it Trish?"
"No of course it isn't," her voice trembled and her pulsing vagina screamed
liar.
He stroked the swelling in his trousers with an exaggerated motion.
"I don't believe you. I think that your pussy is wet and it's ready for
this."
Trish felt herself blush hotly.
"Don't be ridiculous. I told you, I'm not interested."
"I think you're lying to me."
"That's silly. Why would I lie about that?"
He unzipped his fly slowly and Trish's stomach lurched as he released his
swollen penis.
"Because you don't want me to know that you're thinking about this."
She tried not to look but she was fascinated by the length and thickness of it
- of the bulbous purple head that shone with a film of clear liquid.
The pulse between her legs thudded fiercely as he stroked it lightly and Trish
watched as if hypnotised.
"Put it away," she whispered hoarsely.
Charles Porter smiled and masturbated casually. Her eyes followed every
movement of his hand.
"You don't mean that do you Trish?"
She licked her dry lips and tried to say yes but the word wouldn't come.
One little word and she couldn't say it. It would be easy simply to get up
and walk away, if only she could move. She stared in silent fascination at
his erect penis and her fingers secretly pressed harder into the soft pulse
between her legs. She suddenly wanted to touch Porter's cock more than
anything else in the world. He repeated the question.
"You don't want me to put it away do you?"
She shook her head slowly and hated herself for it.
"Do you want to watch me do this?"
She nodded reluctantly but she wanted more than to watch. She detested him
but she wanted to touch him - to feel the slick wetness of him on her fingers
- to taste the tears of lust that seeped from his rigid cock.
"Don't you want to touch it Trish?"
She didn't answer but she didn't need to. He could see the longing in her
eyes. All she had to do was ask and he would let her feel the smooth hardness
of him throbbing in her hand - in her cunt. God help her - in her mouth.
"Say it Trish."
Her voice was barely audible.
"Yes.. yes I want to touch it," she muttered reluctantly.
"Tell me the truth, you are wet down there, aren't you?"
She wanted to deny it but there was no point - he knew. Her head nodded, more
slowly this time. He slid his hand tauntingly down the length of his penis
and Trish almost screamed with longing for it.
"Show me Trish. Show me how ready you are for me."
She didn't move. Every nerve in her body was screaming for release. All she
could think of was the overwhelming urge to touch him. She stared hungrily at
the stiff shaft of flesh and she felt herself flood anew.
"I want to see how wet you are Trish. Come here and show me and I'll let you
hold my cock."
She stood up and swayed unsteadily. There was no reason to think about what
he told her to do. There was nothing else to do except what he wanted. She
staggered two steps but it was as if she was moving through water. Everything
felt as if it had slowed down and it seemed to take for ever before she was
standing in front of him. He beckoned her forward but his legs were still
stretched out straight and she was forced to stand with one foot either side
of him. She reached out to touch him. Her fingers brushed the hot skin and
felt the hardness of him and she couldn't suppress her gasp of gratitude. He
shook his head.
"Not yet. Show me first."
She unhooked the single clasp at the waist of her skirt and tugged clumsily at
the zip on the side. Her skirt fell and crumpled across his outstretched
legs. Now he could see how wet her panties were but he smiled and shook his
head.
"I want to see your cunt Trish. Show me how wet your cunt is."
She felt neither shame nor pride as she pulled her panties to one side - it
was simply what he wanted her to do. His tongue swiped greedily across his
lips as he stared at the glistening wet lips of her exposed sex. He gestured
impatiently with his hand. She knew what he meant. She hooked her thumbs
into the elastic waist of her panties and slid them down to her knees. His
outstretched legs were between hers and they prevented her panties from
descending any further. She looked pleadingly from his eyes to his penis but
he shook his head.
"Take them off first."
She held his knee for balance and lifted one foot. She pulled her pants free
and let them slide down her other leg. Her hands were already reaching for
him as she stepped out of her pants. Charles Porter stared between her parted
legs with unconcealed enthusiasm. He beckoned her forward and she moved until
her groin was only inches from his face but he still wasn't satisfied.
"More Trish - I want to see more. Open it for me."
Her fingers slid between the slippery lips of her pussy and separated them for
his examination. He sighed and nodded with satisfaction at the sight of the
delicate pink flesh that shone with the liquid proof of her arousal. Trish
shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath between her open thighs and she
felt a fresh surge of moisture flood her fingers.
He extended a curious finger and ran it lightly through the wetness between
her legs. A feeling of such intensity flashed from her groin that she almost
fell. His finger was wet with her lubrication and he showed her before he
touched it softly against her mouth. Her lips parted and he slid his finger
into her mouth. She sucked obediently on his finger but her eyes were on his
erect penis.
"You want it don't you?"
She nodded helplessly.
"You remember what you have to do?"
She knew what he meant. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt swollen but she
would have to ask him to do it.
"Please..."
He looked at her impassively. The only change in his expression was a
slightly raised eyebrow.
"Please do it. I want you to fuck me."
He patted the couch, next to him and she sat. She reached for him and this
time he allowed her to touch his erection. She stroked it reverently with
shaking finger tips and he responded immediately. He knelt between her legs
and grasped her hips. She didn't release her hold on his penis as he pulled
her unresisting body towards him. Her shaking hand guided him as his penis
neared its destination.
When the tip of his penis touched her opening she would have cried out if
she'd been able to breath. He pulled her slowly onto his waiting penis and
his quivering hardness penetrated her smoothly. Then he released his hold on
her hips and sank further onto her until he was buried inside her. She found
her breath and cried out in relief as he filled her completely. When his hips
lunged forwards she trembled and pushed back against him.
He tore open the buttons of her blouse and she helped him eagerly. He smiled
encouragingly and continued to thrust steadily into her as she pulled
impatiently at the tiny buttons. Then his hands were inside her gaping blouse
and gliding over her taut breasts. He clutched the small firm globes and
squeezed hard. She grunted with pain but when he released the pressure, a
tremendous wave of warmth surged from her breasts. She came almost instantly
but her cry of relief quickly turned into a shrill scream as she felt his hot
sperm jet into her. She ground herself against him as her orgasm continued to
wrack her body.
When his softening penis slipped wetly from her, she groaned her
disappointment. She stared with unsatisfied longing at his limp penis. It
was too quick - she wanted more but he was clearly in condition to satisfy her
now.
"We waited too long Trish. It was over too quickly."
She nodded still unable to speak but part of her wondered, not why they had
waited so long but why she had relented at all. She detested him so strongly
and yet she had been incapable of saying no to her body's craving for him.
Her stomach churned with excitement as she gazed at his flaccid cock. She
still wanted more of the irresistible length of flesh and her body didn't care
that it belonged to this despicable man whom she hated so vehemently. He sat
next to her with his legs apart. She reached out and her hands held his limp
penis reverently.
It was sticky with a mixture of her lubrication and his sperm. She stroked
the loose skin back from the tip and a tiny pearl of semen appeared from the
open eye of his exhausted prick.. The minute droplet was nothing compared to
the flood that had filled her so recently but it was there. A tiny bead of
the sweet liquid that she thirsted for. All she had to do was touch her
tongue to the tip and she could taste it. A compulsive urge surged through
her to drink from the potent fountain of virility.
She knelt between his open legs and lowered her mouth to him. She touched her
tongue lightly to the tip and licked away the droplet of sperm. It wasn't
enough to satisfy her, to quench the strange thirst that gnawed at her. Her
tongue licked the length of his cock and she tasted the tangy flavour of
herself seasoned with his drying sperm. Her tongue lapped eagerly at a fresh
drop of semen that appeared at the tip and she felt the limp flesh stir. She
redoubled her efforts and his cock hardened rapidly.
She sank her mouth over the bulbous tip and sucked thirstily at him. She
couldn't speak but her actions begged him to come, to fill her mouth with the
vital life giving liquid that she craved. He wouldn't help her. She would
have to do it all herself.
She sucked more of him into her mouth and used her hand to speed his
ejaculation. Her cunt throbbed with a desperate hunger and she was torn
between the need to swallow his sperm and her longing to be fucked. The door
opened silently and Frank Jennings stood wordlessly watching the young girl on
her knees sucking frantically at Porter's cock. Jennings moved silently and
smoothly into position behind her. He unzipped his fly and pushed his
trousers down to his knees. His penis was already hard and he knelt swiftly
behind Trish and slid his hands over her. He fondled the firm soft globes of
her buttocks but she didn't appear to notice anything.
She was oblivious to everything but the wonderful taste and feel of the cock
in her mouth. She didn't feel Jennings touch her and she didn't see him
position his penis at the entrance to her vagina.
She felt the first tentative prod against her opening and she pushed back
automatically onto the invading organ. She felt him when penetrated her with
one brutal thrust and buried himself in the soft warmth of her cunt. She
sucked wildly at Charles Porter's cock and he finally began to move. He
thrust his penis deeply into her mouth and fucked her with the same wild
rhythm that that she could feel in her cunt. She didn't stop to wonder how
Porter's cock could be in two places at once. She was just grateful that it
could.
Jennings fucked her quickly and brutally but Trish pushed back against him
with equal fervour as she felt the quiet explosion ignite in her belly.
She found her voice and screamed with pleasure as she climaxed. Then with a
final thrust Jennings came shuddering inside her. She felt the hot flood of
his sperm fill her and she came again. She sucked desperately at Porter's
organ as the first drops of pre-orgasmic sperm spurted onto her tongue. He
pushed her head roughly down onto his cock and she felt his sperm splash
against the back of her throat. Then her mouth was filling with the burning
sweet liquid and she swallowed greedily as his cock pumped its contents into
her. Then she climaxed again.
She knelt exhausted on the floor and didn't notice when the two men changed
places. Impatient hands stripped the remaining clothes from her body and laid
her on the thick carpet. Hands squeezed and stroked her breasts while probing
fingers investigated every cavity in her body. She whined like a puppy as the
two men induced orgasm after orgasm in her shaking body. Her throat was sore
from screaming and she was finally reduced to whimpering quietly in
desperation as yet another orgasm wracked her slim form.
The tormenting hands and fingers stopped suddenly and she opened her eyes to
see two semi-limp penises only inches from her face. She groaned in despair
as her mind fought the overwhelming urge to hold them both. She reached out
and took one in each hand. She felt them both harden and her hands began to
move automatically.
The rapidly swelling cocks wavered inches from her face and she wasn't
surprised when one of them dipped to her mouth. Her lips parted and it slid
smoothly between them. She held one and masturbated it as the other one
fucked her mouth. She scarcely had time to swallow the thick sperm that
jetted from the pulsing cock before it withdrew and the second one took its
place. Her hand had already taken it to the point of ejaculation and the soft
moist suction of her mouth made it come instantly. She wasn't ready for
another load so quickly and she coughed and spluttered as it filled her mouth
and throat.
She knew that she'd slept for while but she'd lost track of time when they
started again. She lost count of the number of times that the two men took
her, separately and together. One orgasm blurred into another as the
relentless assault on her body continued. She hardly noticed now when one of
them entered her. She parted her legs each time a cock probed her vagina and
she opened her lips when they wanted her mouth. She absorbed their sperm like
a desert soaking up the rain and still there was more.
The effects of the drug wore off almost as quickly as it had started.
Trish became slowly aware of what was happening to her and who was doing it.
Her mind began to protest at the treatment that her body was suffering. She
was on her knees and Jennings was holding her still from behind while Porter
fucked her mouth, thrusting his way to yet another climax.
She tried to struggle but Porter held her head tightly as he forced his cock
further into her mouth. She could feel Jennings pushing his erection at her
from the rear and she was powerless to prevent him penetrating her again. He
fucked her quickly for a moment and then withdrew. His penis slipped wetly
from her ravaged cunt and with a chill of horror she felt it probe the tiny
opening of her rear passage.
She was wide awake and conscious now as she screamed, "NO ! !".
Her scream went unheard as Porter filled her mouth with his sperm and Jennings
forced the head of his cock past the tight opening. He held her hips hard
against his as his cock burned a path into her body. He fucked her savagely,
pulling her back onto him each time he thrust into her. His movements became
faster and his fingers dug painfully into her hips as he strained for his
climax. Trish wept as the hard thickness of his cock tore into her
defenceless body. Then he shuddered and screwed himself viciously into her as
he came. The hot sperm burned her sore passage as he flooded her. Then she
screamed again as her entire body erupted into her final orgasm.
She lay panting on the carpet and cursed the two men who stood above her.
"You bastards are going to pay for this."
Charles Porter's voice was smooth and confident.
"For what Trish? For doing what you wanted?"
"For raping me. I'll see you both inside for this."
"Didn't look like rape to me miss," said Jennings. "You was begging for it
when I came in."
"Because that rancid animal drugged me."
"That's not what's on the tape Trish. All that anyone will see is you begging
both of us to fuck you."
Trish looked from Porter to Jennings in horror. "What tape?"
"You know that I tape everything Trish. Don't act so surprised. You'll be
able to see it tomorrow."
"What are you talking about? I won't be here tomorrow or any other day come
to that."
Porter pulled her roughly to her feet. "You'll do as you're told missy,
because if you don't, the video of your antics will be on show in every cinema
club in the country. You'll be more famous than Linda Lovelace."
"Do what you like. I'm leaving and I won't be coming back."
"And a copy to your parents of course," added Porter with a savage smile.
"I'm sure they'd love to see how their little girl is growing up."
"You bastard. You wouldn't dare."
She knew by looking at his face that he'd not only dare, he'd enjoy it.
She was beginning to realise how depraved and evil her employer was. Her
shoulders sank but she was still too angry to cry. She wouldn't give him that
pleasure.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Carry on as usual my dear. Just be very careful in future when you tell a
man that he cannot fuck you, because he can. Any man can fuck you any time
because you are a woman and that's what you're here for. Do you understand
that?"
"Are you telling me that you expect me to be available any time that you feel
like it? Like a sex toy that you use and throw away." Porter laughed
harshly.
"I've no intention of throwing you away my dear. You were very good when you
got warmed up."
"Drugged up you mean," said Trish bitterly.
He shrugged carelessly. "Whatever, it makes no difference. When I want you,
in future, you will be available and willing."
"You're mad. There's no way that I'm going to be used by you."
"And me," added Jennings with a depraved leer.
Trish shuddered with revulsion.
"You'll have to give me a double dose of that shit before I come near you.
I've never met such a pathetic revolting creep in my life. I'd rather fuck a
hyena."
Porter smiled nastily. "That could also be arranged if you get uppity Trish.
Don't worry though, I'm not in the habit of sharing my toys.
Jennings won't bother you again - as long as you behave yourself. Now get
dressed and go home. I'll expect you in at the normal time tomorrow,
otherwise..."
"And did you? Go back I mean," said Allie.
"I didn't have much choice did I? I'm stuck unless I can think of a way to
persuade him to give me the video."
"But he's on the video as well," said Lucy. "He's an MP so it would do him
more damage than you if anyone saw it."
"I thought of that but the tape's been edited. The only face you can see is
mine. It's no good, as long as he's got that tape. I know that if I do
anything to upset him, he'll do as he threatened. The only good thing is that
he hasn't been near me since that day. I think it's enough for him just to
know that he can if he wants to."
"He will eventually though. What will you do then?" asked Lucy. "You can't
just give in and let him do as he likes."
"I don't know - I've just been hoping that nothing would happen"
"If you think of a way," said Allie, "let me know. Maybe it'll work on
Groves-Ormsby as well."
Lucy lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. She could feel the warmth of
Trish's body next to hers but, even though she desperately wanted to touch her
and reassure her, she knew that she had nothing to offer that would help the
situation. Trish touched her leg lightly.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I don't blame you and Allie if
you hate me for what I've done."
Lucy took her hand and pressed it hard against her thigh.
"I'm not going anywhere Trish, and I doubt whether Allie is either. You'll
have to do better than that to get rid of us."
"Or worse, if that's possible," replied Trish with a sour smile.
Allie sighed with exasperation.
"If it had been one of us, you'd have told us not to be so bloody stupid.
I can't see what you've done that's so terrible. We can't blame you for what
those two slimes did to you."
"It's not what they did to me. I'll survive that. It's what they're doing to
other girls - kids most of them."
"But that's not your fault. You can't put the whole world right Trish."
"The point is, I knew and I carried on working for him. I knew what they were
doing to young girls - what they're still doing, and I haven't done a damned
thing about it."
Allie lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"Oh and just what did you think you could do Trish?"
"I don't know. I could have gone to the police I suppose."
"Of course you could," said Allie sarcastically, "why didn't I think of that.
Could it be that I know as well as you do that the police wouldn't take your
word against a member of parliament? Otherwise you'd already have reported
it."
"There must be something we can do Trish," Lucy murmured sleepily.
"I'll have to do something soon. Between waiting for him to make another move
and keeping up this pretence with mum and dad about my high powered job, I'll
probably be insane in another week."
"We'll think of something," said Allie as she crushed her cigarette out.
"There has to be a way. We just have to outsmart him."
"Oh sure," yawned Trish, "perhaps we can outsmart your Groves-Ormsby as well
while we're at it."
"Perhaps we can at that," muttered Allie.
Allie lay silently and listened to her friends' steady breathing. Lucy and
Trish had been asleep for hours, but something was keeping her awake - nagging
at the edge of her brain. Occasionally one of them would murmur restlessly in
her sleep. It seemed to Allie that none of them would be able rest easily
until the men who were the cause of their problems had been dealt with.
An idea was trying to form but it kept sliding away from her. Eventually, she
too drifted into sleep. As her brain released its hold on consciousness
something slipped into place.
"Perhaps we can at that," she muttered and smiled dreamily to herself.
Lucy woke up to find Trish sitting beside her with a cup of tea in her hand.
Trish's hair was still damp from her shower. Lucy mumbled an incoherent
greeting and eyed Trish's tea thirstily.
"Morning Luce, your tea's next to you. I didn't know whether to wake Allie or
not - she's still out like a light."
Lucy blinked sleepily and sat up. She smiled shyly at her friend. The two
looked at each other self consciously. It was more difficult to say what they
wanted to each other without the relaxing effect of the wine.
"Leave her a bit longer Trish," said Lucy.
She wanted to say more but she didn't have the words. How could she tell her
best friend that she had woken up wanting a repeat performance of the night
before?
Trish broke the silence. "About last night Luce... what we did. I just
wanted to say sorry."
"What for?"
"Taking advantage I suppose. It won't happen again."
"You didn't make me do anything that I didn't want to."
Trish looked relieved. "You're not angry with me then?"
"No, I'm not angry or sorry - I'm glad it happened."
"Drink your tea then. It'll be cold."
"In a minute - I'm still thinking about last night."
Trish reached across and put her cup next to Lucy's.
"So am I."
Lucy bit her lip nervously. "Did you mean what you said - that it won't
happen again?"
Trish shrugged. "There's no reason why not I suppose. I just don't want us
to get into something that'll complicate things even more than they are now."
"It seems pretty straight forward to me. What's the problem?"
"Well there's your step-dad for a start. You're going to have to sort out
what you want to do about him."
Lucy grinned. "If that's all, no problem. It's already sorted. We had a
long talk about it. I reckon he's worked off his obsession with me now and
I explained to him that I loved him but not that way."
"You didn't tell him about the tablets?"
"No, I don't think he'd have been too happy if he thought that the only reason
I did it was because I was high on something. His pride would've taken a bit
of a bruising."
"But what if he tries it on again?"
"Not jealous are you Trish?"
"No - well, maybe a bit but I'm more worried about you."
"He won't try anything on because I won't be there. I don't want to be the
cause of him and mum breaking up and I know that he doesn't want anything to
go wrong between them, so I'm moving out."
Trish shook her head in bewilderment.
"You didn't say anything about this last night. Where will you go?"
Lucy grinned excitedly. "I've got a flat."
"But how - you're still at school. How will you pay for it?"
"That's the best part, I don't have to. You see when Harry took up with mum
he rented his flat out instead of selling it. He thought it would be a good
investment for their old age but he's had nothing but trouble with tenants."
"What sort of trouble? Do you mean not paying their rent?"
"Oh they pay all right but the rent he gets is so little that it doesn't even
cover the damage they do. He can't evict them unless he needs the flat for
himself, apparently they're protected or something. So, as long as I look
after the place, I can have it rent free until I start work."
"You jammy little cow. I'd give my back teeth for a place of my own."
Lucy's smile dropped instantly. "Oh, so you wouldn't want to share with
someone then?"
"Like who?" replied Trish without thinking. Then she realised what Lucy was
saying.
"You mean us? Sharing - together?"
"Well, only if you want to. There wouldn't be any conditions or anything -
there's two bedrooms."
Trish threw her arms around Lucy and hugged her. Lucy fell backwards with
Trish on top of her and their eyes met. Lucy parted her lips as Trish lowered
her head to kiss her.
"Isn't it a bit early for that sort of thing," said Allie. "I don't mind but
I'm fed up with pretending to be asleep while you two eat each other."
Trish sat up quickly. Both girls were blushing fiercely.
"I fell and pushed Lucy over," protested Trish, "We weren't doing anything."
"Oh, well that's all right then," said Allie with a knowing grin. "You did
say two bedrooms didn't you Lucy?"
"Well, yes but..."
"Don't worry. I don't want to move in. It's just nice to know that I could
stop over once in a while."
"You know you can - you don't have to ask."
"I didn't ask," said Allie impudently. "That just gives people a chance to
say no."
Trish laughed. "Cheeky bitch - do you want a cup of tea or would you prefer a
slice of lemon?"
Allie sat up and pushed her dark hair off her face. She rubbed her eyes and
pulled a face.
"I couldn't drink anything until I've cleaned my teeth. My mouth tastes like
a vulture's crotch."
"Serves you right," said Lucy primly. "You smoke too much."
"Too much cheap wine is more like it," grumbled Allie.
"Bloody cheek - that wine was recommended to me."
"Yeah, by a guy on a park bench who thinks that it's best if you drink it
while it's still in the brown paper bag."
Trish grinned and held up her hands in defeat. "Okay so it wasn't the best
vintage, but it was alcoholic. You're an ungrateful little cow Allie."
Allie crawled from under the heap of blankets that she'd surrounded herself
with and stretched. She was as naked as when she'd gone to bed but she didn't
appear to be self-conscious about it. She strolled over and sat on the
opposite side of the bed to Trish.
"So have you got a spare toothbrush? I can't even join in all the good
morning snogging with my mouth in this state."
"I've only got one. We'll all have to use it but if your mouth's that bad,
maybe you ought to use the lavatory brush."
Lucy pulled a face of pure disgust. "I'm not sure I want to listen to you
two. You're revolting."
Allie grinned and leapt off the bed. "I'm going to brush my teeth. Try to
behave while I'm gone."
"We'll try but you'd better knock before you come back in," said Trish.
Lucy blushed and started to protest but Trish hushed her.
"Take no notice of the jealous little cat Luce. I think she's feeling left
out"
Allie turned as she opened the door.
"You two should start being nice to me, because I think I've got an idea to
get us all out of trouble."
"You'll get yourself into a lot more trouble if you wander about with no
clothes on. My dad doesn't sleep a lot - he might think his luck's changed if
he bumps into you."
Allie grabbed a blanked and wrapped it round her. "I'll be two minutes."
"Make it five," said Lucy with unaccustomed boldness.
Trish's parents had both gone out and they had the house to themselves.
Allie explained her idea to her friends.
"So what makes you think that Gary will co-operate?" said Trish.
She was dubious about the whole plan. Too many things depended on too many
other things for her liking.
"He hasn't got much choice really, has he?" said Lucy. "He's got to have
that stuff back or he's in serious trouble. I think he'll do whatever we ask
him. It's a brilliant idea Allie."
Allie waved the compliment away modestly with careless gesture.
"It'll be brilliant if it works, except that you'll be job hunting again
Trish."
Trish shrugged. "It's not as if I love the job and I'm not staying there for
the money. I'd have been looking for another job weeks ago if Porter wasn't
blackmailing me."
"You'd better ring Gary and tell him his problems are solved Luce."
"He's not going to like what we've got planned for him."
"Maybe not but like you said he hasn't got a lot of choice."
Trish shook her head doubtfully. She'd go along with it but she was still
unconvinced that the plan would work and if it didn't, they'd all be in a lot
more trouble that they were now. She tried to sound enthusiastic.
"When are you going back to your film producer friend Allie?"
"I'll ring him when Lucy's set things up with Gary. Stop worrying Trish, this
is going to work."
"You'll be taking all the risks Allie, aren't you worried that it might go
wrong?" said Lucy with a frown.
"No pain, no gain Luce. I'd rather just think about the look on their faces
when it goes right."
Allie pulled hard on the wrought iron bar and heard a bell jangle faintly from
within. Groves-Ormsby must have been waiting because the door opened almost
immediately. He smiled easily as he led Allie inside.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down."
Allie pushed the door shut. She said a silent thank you that his back was to
her and she carefully slipped a small piece of card between the catch and the
door frame.
"You didn't give me much choice did you?"
"I'm sorry about that but you know my situation Allie," he said
apologetically.
"Let's just get on with it shall we?"
He led the way down the steps to his studio.
"You know we have to finish this today Allie. It upset my schedule when you
didn't come yesterday."
"I can't help feeling ill. Anyway I'm sure we'll finish it all today."
He looked curiously at her. "How do you know? You don't even know how much
is left to do."
She shrugged casually to hide the tension that she was feeling.
"What about a drink before we start? I'm a bit nervous about what you said I
had to do."
"Don't worry it's easy. Anyone can suck cock. You get a taste for it."
He laughed at his weak joke and Allie winced.
"I hope you're right," she said and she meant it more than he could possibly
guess.
She accepted the whisky and breathed a mental sigh of relief that he'd poured
one for himself as well.
"You'd better get changed, we've got a lot to do," prompted Groves-Ormsby.
"I need to go to bathroom first."
He glanced at his watch impatiently. "Well go then but hurry it up Allie. I
want to get started."
She whispered to herself as she hurried to the bathroom. "I'll just bet you
do."
She locked the door and hurried to the medicine cabinet. The bottle was still
there and she breathed another sigh of relief.
She muttered, "So far so good," to herself as she carefully tipped four of the
tablets into her hand and emptied the rest of the bottle into the lavatory
before flushing it.
Groves-Ormsby was busy with the lights when she got back and it was easy for
her to slip two of the pills into his glass. They dissolved quickly, leaving
no trace and she silently blessed Gary for being right about that much. She
just hoped that he'd perform the rest of his task as smoothly. Groves-Ormsby
turned from what he was doing. "Haven't you changed yet Allie?"
"What am I supposed to be wearing?"
"Just your bra and pants, that's all."
She hesitated. "No costume?"
"No costume, bra and pants to start with and then nothing at all."
"What about the script. Don't I have to read what we're going to do?"
He walked over and began to unfasten her buttons.
"There's no script Allie. You are going to suck my cock. You don't need to
read how to do that do you?"
She pulled away from him. "I'm perfectly capable of taking my own clothes off
thank you."
"Then get on with it. I want to get started."
"I'm sure you do," she sneered. "Been looking forward to this have you?
Getting yourself all worked up at the thought of getting your cock sucked by a
school girl."
The young girl saw beads of sweat begin to form on his upper lip. He was
hooked for sure and from the way he was shaking. Allie guessed that he'd been
anticipating this moment since she'd left him the last time. He grabbed his
drink and swallowed it with one gulp.
"Don't start getting funny about it," he snapped angrily. "You agreed to
this, remember?"
She nodded reluctantly and tried to hide her delight as her eyes fixed on his
empty glass. She didn't know how long it would take but she knew that she
would have to stall him for as long as possible. She began to unbutton her
blouse, feeling more embarrassed than she had expected. He'd already seen her
in the nude but this time she was sober and her hands shook as she removed the
blouse.
"Come on Allie, hurry up and get your skirt off."
"What about you? Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked, stalling for
time.
"Not yet. I want to film you doing everything, or should I say undoing
everything?"
She unfastened her skirt and nervously held onto it for a moment before
allowing it to fall to the floor. She could feel his eyes on her body and,
clad only in her bra and brief pants, she felt vulnerable. If things didn't
go to plan, she was completely at his mercy. If the tablets took effect
sooner than Gary had said, then nothing would stop Groves-Ormsby from
performing any depraved act he could think of. She would have no chance of
fighting him off and he certainly wouldn't be in a mood to discuss it with
her. All she could think of was to delay him as long as possible.
"Aren't you going to wash it? You did last time."
"I washed before you arrived."
"I've only got your word for that. I want to see you wash it before it goes
anywhere near my mouth."
He was growing agitated and Allie wondered whether it was just impatience or
the pills were beginning to work. He sighed in exasperation and she smiled as
she followed him to the bathroom.
He swore furiously while he washed himself and, under Allie's direction, he
was forced to rinse his penis again after he'd dried it. She swore that she'd
seen some soap left and if he wanted her to throw up over him, that was fine
by her. All the time she was straining her ears for the sound of the door
bell. She didn't think that she would be able to hear it from the studio, but
she prayed for it just the same.
She couldn't delay any longer. Groves-Ormsby was becoming more agitated by
the moment and she could see, from the difficulty that he had in refastening
his zip, that the drug was beginning to take effect.
She followed him reluctantly back to the studio and he turned on the cameras
and lights.
"Over here Allie, in front of me"
Dreading what was to come, she silently obeyed.
"Now kneel down and unzip me slowly."
She did as he said, as slowly as she could but despite all of the delaying
tactics that she could muster, her fingers were on his zip and even before it
was unfastened, she could feel his hardness straining for release. She
struggled to pull the zip past the solid bulge in his trousers and suddenly it
burst free.
She'd seen when he washed that he wasn't wearing underpants but she was still
taken by surprise by the speed of it's emergence. She was shocked rigid by
the size of it. The drug was definitely working and it seemed that it
increased desire so much that Groves-Ormsby erection was ready swollen to
twice its normal size.
The effect wasn't only physical. Groves-Ormsby was having real trouble
controlling himself. His face was flushed and his breathing was harsh and
heavy. Without any thought for the cameras, he thrust himself desperately at
Allie's mouth. She held him firmly and turned her head to one side.
"I thought we had to do it slowly for the film," she reminded him helpfully.
"Fuck the film. Just do it," he snarled.
He seized her hair and pulled her face round so that his monstrous erection
was poised in front of her lips. Allie was tempted to just do as he wanted.
This was a new experience and she was curious to find out what it was like.
She objected to being forced and his grip on her hair was painful. If she was
going to do this, it would be her way.
"Let go of my hair. You don't have to force me," she hissed through gritted
teeth. "Let go or I'll bite the bloody thing off and spit it in your face."
Somehow her threat penetrated the fog of lust that enveloped him. He released
her hair but his hand was still behind her head, pushing her forward onto him.
She was left with no choice. With a loud sigh and a silent curse at Gary, she
parted her lips and extended the tip of her tongue to the angry head of
Groves-Ormsby's penis.
As her tongue touched him lightly, she heard him groan loudly. She almost
missed the sound of the doorbell...
Charles Porter tapped the head of his furled umbrella impatiently. He wasn't
a patient man when events were running smoothly and tonight, events were
running far from smoothly. He had no objection to mixing business with
pleasure but tonight's business promised very little pleasure.
He'd had to postpone the plans he'd made for tonight and that had lowered his
tolerance level considerably. He'd been looking forward, with keen
anticipation, to another attack on Trish's determination not to have anything
to do with him. He was still convinced that, with the right handling, she
would give herself to him without the aid of drugs.
He pulled the bell handle and banged the end of his umbrella again on the
heavy door and swore softly under his breath.
The door swung open slowly and despite his efforts to push it, the butler held
it firmly.
"Can I help you sir?" said the butler with cool deference.
"Yes dammit, let me in," fumed Porter impatiently.
"And you are sir?"
"Charles Porter, You idiot!"
"And is the master expecting you sir?"
"Of course he is you bloody fool. He rang me and asked me round. Doesn't he
tell you anything?"
"Yes sir, the master did mention something now that you ask - but you know how
it is - One cannot be too careful these days." Charles Porter strode past him
into the hall and glared around him.
"Where is he then?"
"If you would come this way sir. The master asked if you would wait in the
library. I'm sure he won't keep you waiting too long."
The butler took Porter's coat and led the way.
"Perhaps I can get you a drink while you are waiting sir?"
"No I.. Oh yes all right, I'll have a large vodka, and tell your master that
I'm waiting will you."
"Yes sir. Will that be plain vodka or would you like something in it?"
"Just ice, that's all."
Gary grinned as he turned away. He was beginning to enjoy himself and the fun
was only just starting.
Charles Porter sipped at his vodka and glanced idly at the rows of books.
Nothing there to interest him. He wondered why Groves-Ormsby never kept
copies of the books he wrote. Shelves full of every kind of book on every
conceivable subject but the one subject that interested him - the one subject
that inextricably linked the two men.
The television in the corner caught his eye. The sound was muted but it had
been left turned on. He glanced at the screen and almost choked.
Unable to deal with a reputable company because of the subject matter, he
relied on Groves-Ormsby to edit his personal video tapes.
Compared to what was filmed here in the studio, his own efforts were clumsy.
He'd never considered that Groves-Ormsby would find his tapes interesting
enough to have kept a copy for himself. It was a breach of his personal
business and Groves-Ormsby would be made to pay for his transgression. Of all
his video tapes, he prized the one of Trish's debauchment most and he wasn't
prepared to tolerate a pervert like Groves-Ormsby sullying Trish's image by
watching her and probably masturbating over her as well.
He swallowed his vodka without thinking as his eyes were drawn to images on
the screen. She was so beautiful, he was getting an erection just looking at
her. He groaned softly as he saw her open her mouth and take his penis
inside.
He watched the erotic scene breathlessly and, as his excitement grew, his hand
went unconsciously to his groin. He was astonished at the size and rigidity
of his erection.
He watched Trish bringing him to orgasm with her mouth and cursed
Groves-Ormsby again for keeping him away from her tonight. The pressure of
his hand on his penis increased and at that moment he wanted Trish more than
he'd ever wanted anything. He'd forgotten his subtle plans to seduce her, to
persuade her without the aid of Charisma Enhancement. As his hand increased
its momentum, all he could think of was to fuck her anyway that he could, and
if she wasn't here, he just wanted to fuck someone - anyone.
"The master will see you now sir."
Porter turned guiltily at the sound of the butler's voice and Gary fought to
hide his amusement when he glanced down at the dark stain bulging from the
other man's groin.
"If you'll follow me sir, I'll take you to him."
Charles Porter hobbled after the retreating figure. He gave a last backward
look at the image of Trish flickering on the television screen.
Her pale cheeks hollowed as she sucked at him. He'd seen it before but wished
he could see himself come inside her again. He wished above all that she was
here now so that he could do it to her instead of watching her do it to him.
Allie pushed Groves-Ormsby's hand away from her head and let his penis slide
out of her mouth. Despite her initial misgivings, she'd discovered that she
was enjoying the new experience. Not just the feeling of a man's penis in her
mouth and on her tongue, but the power she was able to exert over him.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was in command of the helpless man's
actions. Groves-Ormsby had relinquished his control of the situation and his
authority over her from the moment that her tongue had slid silkily across his
penis. She was reluctant to stop but it was time to move on and the pressure
of his hand on her head provided the excuse she needed.
"If you don't let go of me, I'll stop doing it."
"No, don't stop - not now," he pleaded desperately.
She stood up regretfully, still holding his erect penis. His body was shaking
with unconcealed frustration and his eyes pleaded with her to continue. She
maintained a slight movement of her hand on his rigid organ, though he had no
need of extra stimulation. It was her own reluctance to release him that kept
her hand there.
"Take your clothes off," she commanded. "I want this inside me properly."
He stared blankly at her for a moment and then, when he realised that she was
serious, he began to tear at his clothes. As she watched him pulling
frantically at his shirt, Allie was forced to admit to herself that, not only
had she enjoyed sucking his cock, her actions had aroused her to the point
where she wanted more. She was telling the truth when she said that she
wanted him inside her, but that was not the plan.
She stared in wonder at the contrast between his abnormally swollen penis and
her small hand which was barely able to hold it. Even though she knew that
the Charisma Enhancement was responsible for the exaggerated size and hardness
of Groves-Ormsby's penis, she felt a strange pride that it was her that his
rock hard penis wanted.
She was grateful that he hadn't been this big when he'd taken her virginity.
He'd have torn her to pieces. Nevertheless, it was impressive and under other
circumstances she would definitely like to feel him inside her again. She
trembled with thwarted desire as she gazed at Groves-Ormsby's naked body.
He wasn't a small man but the massively thick appendage that jutted towards
her from his groin appeared to dwarf him. There was no sign of Gary yet. A
moment ago she had prayed for him to arrive on time but now, as she knelt to
taste the wondrous instrument again, she hoped that Gary would take his time.
She held Groves-Ormsby with both hands and extended her tongue.
Groves-Ormsby groaned in anticipation and tried to thrust his engorged penis
between her lips. If only he was thrusting it between her legs. Allie was
sure that it would be painful to be penetrated by anything so huge but she
would have welcomed the pain if she could just feel it inside her.
She stood quickly, ignoring the time and the real purpose of her presence
here. She was still wearing her panties but they did nothing to stem the flow
of her lubrication. She felt the hot moisture trickle from between her legs
and down her thighs.
Still holding his massive penis, she stood on her toes and pressed herself
against it. Groves-Ormsby responded immediately. He thrust blindly between
her thighs and the young school girl whimpered with a helpless craving for
more. She pulled her pants to one side and tried to guide him to the spot but
she was too short and he was at the wrong angle to penetrate her.
Lucy paused in the kitchen to massage her aching feet. She had discovered at
least one very good reason for doing well at school. She wanted to be
qualified for anything that would exempt her from waitressing for the rest of
her life.
She vowed never to be impatient with a waitress again.
Two hours of scurrying about fetching and carrying for a horde of rapacious
harpies who seemed to have an endless appetite for cups of tea and pastries
had taught her a new respect for the job and the unfortunate souls who were
forced to do it.
She looked at her watch again and said a silent prayer for the tournament to
finish quickly, but she knew that it couldn't finish before eleven o'clock and
she had to be here at the end whether her feet hurt or not. She pulled a face
through the serving hatch when she saw Trish glance up at her from the cards
that she was studying.
If she'd known how to play she would have been sitting down in comfort and
having cups of tea served to her by a waitress instead of massaging her feet
and praying for the evening to end.
There was a sudden flurry of movement and, as if they had been given an
invisible signal, half of the women in the room rose to their feet. Lucy
understood what was happening when the losing partners of the rubber moved to
another table, but she hadn't yet worked out how they all knew which table to
move to.
She lost sight of Trish for a moment and craned her neck to see which table
she was heading for. A light touch on the back of her leg made her look round
quickly.
"All right Luce?"
"Apart from my feet. They're killing me."
"Only another hour to go."
Lucy groaned and pretended to collapse. "I'll never make it."
"You have to, otherwise Allie's in serious trouble. If you think that you've
got it bad, just think about what she's having to do."
"I was only joking. You know I wouldn't let her down. How's it going out
there?"
"Not bad but I thought my partner was going to kill me after the last game. I
had to throw the rubber to make sure that I moved down this time.
I've been worried sick that I'd meet her too early in the evening but this is
perfect. I'm playing against her for the last game."
"I don't want to watch."
"You don't have to. Just make sure that she gets her cup of tea as near to
eleven as possible and leave the rest to me."
"That's what I'm worried about. The thought of you trying to seduce an old
hag like that."
Trish gently brushed a stray wisp of hair away from Lucy's eyes and smiled
sympathetically.
"You're not jealous, are you?"
"Of course I am, you silly cow."
Trish smiled again and blew her a kiss as she turned for the door.
"If you're jealous of an old hag, it's a good thing she isn't young and
beautiful like you are."
She turned back with her hand on the door and whispered, "I love you"
Lucy blushed and smiled back. Her feet felt better as well.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby glanced up at Lucy without seeing her.
"I didn't ask for tea," she said imperiously.
Lucy dipped in a slight self conscious curtsey.
"I'm sorry, there must be some mistake. Shall I take it away."
"No, you can leave it now that it's here."
Lucy hurried back to the kitchen. The small bottle in her apron pocket
rattled and she slowed down, worried that somebody might hear the faint sound
above the slap of cards and laboured breathing that filled the room.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby continued to grumble about the difficulties with servants
these days while she studied her cards. She had no chance of making the
contract and the prospect of losing the final rubber to a slip of a girl and
her partner was making her ill tempered. She should never have bid the hand
so high but the young girl to her left had pushed the bidding up and given her
no option.
Trish noticed the older woman studying her covertly from the corner of her
eye. She'd taken a malicious delight in forcing her to go for an impossible
contract. Mrs Groves-Ormsby was going to go down for several hundred points
this time. Trish hoped that she hadn't antagonised her too much. She only
had twenty minutes left in which to make a favourable impression.
Despite her resolve, Lucy felt compelled to watch. She didn't want to see
what happened but she couldn't ignore the situation. She watched impatiently,
willing Mrs Groves-Ormsby to drink her tea.
As if she'd received a mental signal, Mrs Groves-Ormsby folded her cards,
while Trish picked up the trick, and sipped delicately at her tea.
"Swallow it all, you silly old cow," hissed Lucy under her breath.
She'd felt genuine sympathy for the unsuspecting woman earlier in the evening.
She'd even felt guilty about what they had planned for her but, as the time
grew closer, her sympathy had turned to resentment. As she tormented herself
with thoughts of what Trish had to do, she began to view Mrs Groves-Ormsby as
a rival for Trish's affections.
She knew that it was irrational and she knew that Trish would be mad at her if
she found out but, at the moment that she was supposed to drop the pill into
the cup of tea, she hated Mrs Groves-Ormsby with such fury that she had
doubled the dose.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby finished her tea and Trish breathed a silent sigh of relief
as the empty cup clinked into the saucer. There were three tricks to play and
the unsuspecting woman to her right had no chance of making even one of them.
Trish's partner took the trick and Trish cautiously pressed her knee against
Mrs Groves-Ormsby's in a gesture of sympathy. The woman looked startled for a
moment and then turned her attention back to the card on the table.
She studied her own cards and squinted as if she was having trouble seeing
them. She selected a low trump and gave the trick away. A barely visible
sheen of perspiration appeared on her upper lip and Trish chose that moment to
increase the pressure of her knee. Her opponent looked up suspiciously and
Trish smiled softly in commiseration.
The smile wasn't returned but Mrs Groves-Ormsby didn't move her leg away. She
trembled imperceptibly but she still didn't move her leg when Trish, with the
smallest of movements, rubbed her knee lightly against her thigh.
The last trick was played and Mrs Groves-Ormsby's partner was forced to recall
her flagging attention to the table. She threw her last card down and
muttered an ungracious apology to her partner.
Trish, whose bare foot was by now sliding blatantly along the hapless woman's
leg, apologised to the other players for her poor bidding. Her foot increased
its friction against Mrs Groves-Ormsby's leg and she smiled warmly at her
victim.
"I'm sure that you would have won the rubber if I hadn't bid so amateurishly.
I wrecked the game and I apologise."
Mrs Groves-Ormsby responded with a thin smile of satisfaction and her leg
pressed hesitantly against Trish's foot.
"Perhaps you should take some... some.."
"Lessons?" prompted Trish.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby took a tissue from her bag and delicately mopped her
forehead. "Yes, lessons."
Trish smiled as sincerely as her acting ability would allow. She crossed her
legs and slipped her foot between her victim's thighs. The older woman failed
to suppress a small gasp of pleasure.
"I know it's presumptuous of me but would you consider...?"
"Teaching you? You mean bridge... bridge..."
"Lessons. Would you? I'm sure you could teach me ever so much," she said
breathlessly.
Her toes grazed the inside of the older woman's thighs. Mrs. Groves-Ormsby's
partner stared curiously as she gasped again. Trish removed her foot and
slipped her shoe back on. She tried to sound worried as she addressed the
other two players as if Mrs Groves-Ormsby was not there and, from the glazed
look in her eyes, she almost wasn't.
"Mrs Groves-Ormsby really doesn't look well, perhaps I should see that she
gets home safely," suggested Trish diffidently.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby's partner looked relieved as if she had thought that she was
going to be saddled with the job.
"Are you sure that you don't mind?" she said in a tone that suggested that it
didn't matter to her if Trish did mind.
By the time they left, Trish and Lucy were obliged to support Mrs.
Groves-Ormsby between them. She was conscious but incapable of standing
without help. They pushed her into the rear seat of the Jaguar and Trish
climbed behind the wheel.
"We'll have to hurry Trish. We're running a bit late."
"As soon as I find where to put the damned key we'll be off."
"Haven't you driven one of these before then?"
Trish smiled with a confidence that she didn't feel. Apart from three driving
lessons, she hadn't driven anything before. She muttered a prayer of thanks
that the gear box was automatic as she managed to jam the key into the
ignition. The engine started smoothly enough and, after some fumbling, Trish
found the lights.
It was less than two miles and the drive was less stressful than Trish had
feared. Her concentration was broken by the touch of Lucy's hand on her leg
and the sound of heavy breathing from the rear seat. When she glanced in the
mirror she noticed Mrs Groves-Ormsby with her hand between her thighs. She
was masturbating as if her life depended on it.
Charles Porter struggled to keep up with the butler's long strides. It was
not the easiest of tasks to walk quickly with a raging erection in his trouser
leg. There was no need for Gary to walk as fast as he did but he was enjoying
the other man's discomfort.
"How much further?" panted the older man. "Where are you taking me?"
"Just down these steps sir. The master is waiting for you."
Gary opened the studio door and bowed slightly as he allowed the older man to
enter the room before him. The scene that greeted them had the same effect as
lighting a fuse. Charles Porter almost fell in his haste to join the two
writhing figures who stood in the centre of the room. Gary's mouth dropped
open in astonishment.
He'd expected to see Allie playing for time or at least fighting to preserve
her modesty - not wrestling to get Groves-Ormsby's super charged penis inside
her. He pushed Charles Porter to one side and sprinted across the room.
Neither of the two men was capable of resisting him when he grabbed Allie by
the wrist and pulled her to the door.
"You stupid cow! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled as he
slammed the door to the studio shut.
"Getting him in the mood. What do you think?"
"You don't want to know what I think. I know what I saw, the untouchable
Allie Katz trying to screw herself onto a middle aged pervert's prick. I
though that this plan was your brain child. You ought to know better than me
what's meant to be happening."
"It wasn't the way it looked," protested Allie. She was too ashamed to admit
even to herself that it had been exactly the way it had looked.
"Oh really?" sneered Gary. "I don't remember anyone mentioning you getting
laid. All you were supposed to do was delay him until the Charisma
Enhancement took effect. You didn't need to get him in the mood. The drug
does it all. He'd be willing to fuck an elephant by now."
"He's certainly big enough to," said Allie wistfully.
"Is that what turned you on, the size of him?"
"Don't you dare to criticise me Gary. Most of this mess wouldn't have
happened if you weren't peddling that shit for Groves-Ormsby."
"I didn't have a lot of choice either," shouted Gary angrily. "The bastard
was blackmailing me as well."
Allie might have been interested in what hold Groves-Ormsby had over Gary if
she hadn't been so angry. Her emotions had run too high for her to back at
that point though.
"I couldn't give a shit what he was doing Gary, you mean absolutely nothing to
me. You must've have done something bad for him to be able to blackmail you."
"Isn't it possible that I could have made a mistake like you just did?"
"Okay, so I got carried away and I nearly ruined everything. Is that what you
want me to say? I should think that you'd know about getting carried away
better than anyone. That's the usual excuse for rape isn't it?"
Gary winced at the jibe, and Allie regretted her cruel remark. She was wrong
and she knew it. If he hadn't pulled her out, she'd have wrecked the whole
plan and probably been hurt into the bargain. She'd experienced first hand
now, how easy it was to lose her sense of purpose when she was aroused.
"Look I'm sorry," she said more calmly now. "That was a cheap shot - I
shouldn't have said it."
"Oh I don't blame you," Gary shrugged. "Believe it or not I was told to do
that."
"I'll bet you needed a lot of telling..."
She stopped and stared at him in puzzlement.
"What are you talking about Gary? Who in the world would tell you to rape
Lucy?"
"Nobby Clarke - said he'd have me put away for selling CE if I didn't do it,"
Gary admitted reluctantly
"But why?"
"He didn't tell me, but now I know what happened with him and Lucy, I've got
the feeling that he got a bit scared that Lucy would blab about what he'd done
to her. Maybe the idea was that if she wasn't a virgin, he could accuse her
of being a slag and say that she came on to him."
"Sounds like the sort of stroke he'd pull," muttered Allie. "Look, I didn't
mean what I said just now, I'm sorry. I was angry at myself, for nearly
mucking things up, not at you."
"I know how that feels as well," he said ruefully. "It's not easy facing the
truth about yourself."
He was still holding her wrist and, as he released her, they each became aware
of the other's proximity. Allie blushed, suddenly conscious that she was
wearing only her bra and pants and it was clear from the bulge in his jeans
that Gary was displaying more than a passing interest in her body.
He could see that she had noticed him studying her and he turned his eyes
away.
"So what's next?" he asked in embarrassment.
Allie shrugged. "We wait for Trish and Lucy to arrive." Even with his eyes
averted, he couldn't miss the way the way that her pert breasts bobbed with
the motion of her shoulders. She caught the movement of his eyes and, to
cover her self consciousness, she snapped sarcastically.
"Seen enough then?"
"Truthfully? No, I'd like to see a lot more of you."
Allie blushed again. She was flattered that he was interested and pleased
that it was a genuine interest. He didn't need a drug to fancy her and, after
her experiences with Groves-Ormsby, it felt refreshing. Posing in the nude
had helped her to lose some of her modesty and her old bravado was still
there.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said with a laugh and half
hoped that he would take her seriously.
"Later, when this is over, I'll hold you to that Allie."
"You'll have moved on to someone else by midnight Gary. I know your
reputation."
"You aren't exactly famous for long term relationships either," he replied in
a wounded tone.
Allie nodded. "True - we're just a pair of butterflies aren't we?"
"Maybe we should give it another try then. We seem to be well suited."
She looked sideways at him. "Okay, but no little caterpillars."
He laughed with her for a moment and then his face grew serious.
"How about a kiss to seal our agreement."
Allie nodded. "As long as you keep your hands behind your back."
Their lips met and Allie felt him break their agreement almost immediately.
He touched her breast hesitantly and, when she didn't complain, his touch grew
more confident. She still didn't complain when his hand moved lower. The two
of them had almost forgotten where they were until the sound of the doorbell
brought them back to reality.
Gary dashed for the door and then turned back to Allie before he opened it.
"Later?"
Allie grinned and said, "Maybe..."
If he thought she was going to be easy, he was right but she had no intention
of letting him know that. "Not till later anyway," she muttered softly to
herself.
Lucy and Trish staggered through the door with Mrs Groves-Ormsby suspended
between them.
"Which way?" gasped Trish.
Allie led the way down the steps to the studio door while Gary took over from
Lucy who looked ready to pass out.
The two men didn't look up when the door opened. They were too occupied with
what they were doing. Lucy gaped in amazement at sight of two grown men
masturbating frantically. They were facing each other within touching
distance but even the power of Charisma Enhancement hadn't had long enough to
break the barrier between them yet. They left Mrs Groves-Ormsby to find her
own way to the party and closed the door silently.
"What do think?" said Allie as she turned the key in the lock, "Do you think
it'll work?"
"It'll work," said Gary confidently. "Dragon lady is about to be fucked
senseless."
"I feel a bit sorry for her," said Lucy.
"Don't, she won't get hurt and she'll probably enjoy the novelty of being
fucked by her husband."
"Not just her husband," said Trish.
"Lucky her," said Allie with a sideways glance at Gary.
He didn't miss the look and neither did Trish and Lucy.
"What about the cameras Allie?" said Trish.
"They're on automatic. Enough tape in each of them for about an hour's
filming."
"And you're sure that this will work? We'll get enough on tape to persuade
them to destroy the films they made of us?"
"Oh we'll get enough all right. Gary says that the men would have wound up
doing it to each other if they'd been left long enough."
"I see, Gary says does he?" said Trish with a broad grin and a wink at Lucy.
Allie blushed and said nothing but Gary came to her rescue.
"She's right. You know bloody well that it'll work otherwise they wouldn't
have any film of you would they - and you should be thanking her not taking
the piss."
"You'll have to get used to that if you intend to stick around Gary," said
Allie with sudden decision in her voice.
"Taking the piss out of each other is one of the things that keeps us
friends."
She paused and faced her friends, "You might as well know girls, Gary and me,
we're going to... well give it another go."
She glared at Gary and added, "as long as he stays away from drugs and school
gates."
"We sort of guessed that when we saw you together," said Lucy, "Good luck to
you."
Gary fidgeted nervously and cleared his throat. "Look Lucy, I...I owe you an
apology..."
Lucy waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. You might not have meant to, but
you did me a favour in a funny sort of way. A bit like shock therapy."
She glanced at Trish. "I think know what I want now."
Allie stared at her feet for moment. "Do you think we ought to keep an eye on
them."
"Not unless watching turns you on," said Gary. "You might even get roped in
if they see you."
"I don't need any more turning on but getting roped in sounds like fun," said
Allie with a wicked grin.
She turned to Trish and Lucy, "Did you two see the size of Groves-Ormsby's
cock?"
"Can't you two make her behave?" pleaded Gary to her grinning friends.
"Never managed it yet and I don't think that you'd thank us if we did,"
replied Trish. "And if you two have got an hour to kill before you can get
the tapes out of the cameras, I don't think you should spend it standing in a
draughty hallway."
"It's all right for Gary," complained Allie with a shiver, "I've got nothing
on."
"We noticed. I thought you were suppose to be looking after her now Gary.
Can't you do something to warm her up?"
"What about you two?" said Gary, "What will you do?"
"Oh don't worry about us, we'll be all right, won't we Luce?"
"Yes we'll manage somehow," said Lucy, "You two go off and enjoy yourselves."
Allie turned to Gary before they entered the bedroom. She showed him the
small white tablet she was holding between her finger and thumb.
Gary stared in surprise. "Where did you have that hidden?"
"Let's just say that you'd have found it for yourself in a few minutes."
He gave her a puzzled look, "But where...?
Allie grinned and kissed him.
"I'll tell you after you've taken your half," she whispered as she closed the
door.
Lucy turned to Trish, "So where does that leave us?" she said with an
expectant smile.
Trish kissed her on the cheek. "We're going back to the office."
Lucy's smile faded. "What! your office? But why? Surely you're not going
to carry on working there after this."
"No of course not, but I want to make sure of a few things."
Lucy looked upset and puzzled. "I thought that it was all sorted now."
"You didn't think that I was going to leave them to carry on with their dirty
little business did you?"
"But what can we do to stop them Trish?"
Trish reached into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.
"We can start by borrowing Charlie's car. I've never driven a Rolls Royce."
The memory of their trip in the Jaguar was still fresh in Lucy's mind.
"Are you sure about this, he'll be livid when he finds out."
"I think that he'll have other things on his mind by then Luce. Come on, I'll
explain on the way."
The ride was relatively smooth but that was due more to the forgiving nature
of the car than to Trish's driving.
"You know what you have to do Luce?"
"Well it sounds simple enough. I just keep Jennings occupied and while you're
upstairs in Porter's office."
"That's it but make sure you keep his eyes off the monitors. I don't want him
to see what I'm up to and as soon as you get the chance, hit the button marked
play. That will stop the cameras from recording."
"What exactly will you be up to?"
Trish smiled secretively, "You'll know soon enough. Let's just say that we're
going to light a fuse. The explosion will happen all on its own."
Lucy was still shaking her head in bemusement when they pulled up outside the
plate-glass entrance to Porter's office. The door was locked and there was no
sign of Jennings.
"Perhaps he's gone home," said Lucy with obvious relief in her voice.
Trish shuffled through the bunch of keys until she found the one that fitted.
"No, he must be here. He's probably asleep in his office or, more likely,
watching videos on the security monitor. He has to stay until the security
firm starts its exterior patrol and there's no sign of them yet. Charlie
wouldn't trust anyone else wandering around the offices with what he's got up
there."
She swung the heavy door open and they both entered, leaving the door unlocked
behind them.
Lucy shuffled her feet nervously as Trish rapped loudly on Jennings' door.
He took a long time to open the door but it didn't look as if he'd been
asleep. He was wide awake and alert. He peered at the two girls with hostile
suspicion.
"What the hell are doing here? How did you get in?"
"How do you think Jennings," said Trish coolly.
She rattled the keys under his nose.
"If you used your brain instead of your dick, you'd know that we couldn't walk
through walls."
The doorman grabbed Trish's arm and pulled her into his office, away from
Lucy.
When they were out of earshot, he hissed, "Don't get snotty with me. Your
friend might think that you're a big shot but to me, you're just another cunt.
I've fucked you once and I can do it again."
"Charlie will cut your rancid dick off and make you eat it if you touch me and
you'd better not forget it," whispered Trish with a sweet smile fixed to her
lips.
"He'll get bored with you eventually and then he'll let me do what I like with
you."
Trish smiled sweetly at him. "In the meantime, you'll just have to carry on
playing with yourself."
She opened the office door so that Lucy could hear.
"Now I really would love to stay and chat with you Jennings but Charlie's
asked me to get some papers from his desk."
Jennings appeared to notice Lucy for the first time. His eyes travelled from
her face to her feet and back again. His gaze came to rest on her bust and he
was clearly struggling to control the expression of lust that cloaked his
eyes.
"And who's this then? I can't allow strangers in here, you know the rules."
"She's my friend," said Trish with a deliberately worried look on her face.
"You won't tell Charlie will you. She only came to keep me company."
"She'll have to wait in here then," he said officiously. "She can't go
wandering about upstairs."
Trish looked doubtful. "Will you be all right Luce?"
"I'll be fine."
Lucy fluttered her lashes demurely at the doorman. "I'm sure Mr Jennings will
take good care of me."
Trish disappeared into the lift and Jennings turned to Lucy.
"You'd better wait with me in my office miss - I can't have you getting me
into trouble."
Lucy followed him meekly. She felt tense already, remembering what Trish had
told her about Jennings and when she heard the door close behind them, her
heart jolted nervously.
Jennings studied the security monitor for a moment and then flipped a switch
so that he could follow Trish's progress along the upper corridor.
Lucy moved to stand next to him. She sidled closer and pretended to show an
interest in the image on the screen. Her thigh pressed lightly against his
and she felt his muscles tense.
"That looks so complicated," she said shyly, "I expect you have to know all
about electrics and things don't you?"
His chest puffed visibly and Lucy knew that he was hooked.
"You have to know what you're doing miss, it isn't as easy as people think."
Her thigh pressed a little harder against his leg, "Lucy - My name's Lucy."
"Lucy is it? Very nice too."
"How do you change the picture?"
He pressed the button and the scene shifted. "This button here, look."
Lucy leaned closer. "That's amazing - Can I try?"
He took her hand and guided it to the right button. Lucy shivered at his
touch. It hadn't been necessary for him to hold her hand - or to squeeze it
as she pressed the button. The scene changed again and Lucy forced herself to
smile at him. Jennings turned towards her and stared down at her with obvious
desire in his eyes. He was still holding her hand but, with his back to the
desk, his attention was deflected from the monitor.
She reached past him with her free hand, aware that her breasts were pressed
against him, and pushed a red illuminated button marked play.
"What does this pretty one do?" she said artlessly.
He had no need to answer. Lucy could see on the screen what Jennings had been
watching before he'd been interrupted. She didn't have to pretend
embarrassment. She blushed at the scene of a young girl fellating a much
older man. She made no move to free herself of Jennings' grip but his hand
tightened on hers anyway.
His arm snaked around her slim waist, "You shouldn't go pressing things
without asking first. You never know what might happen."
Lucy pretended not to understand the double meaning behind his words, "I
didn't mean that to happen."
He ignored her and continued as if she hadn't spoken, "After all, if I just
went round pressing things because they look pretty, I might be tempted to
press this."
The arm round her waist moved and his hand squeezed her breast.
Lucy had been expecting something to happen and despite feeling alarmed and
revolted by his sudden move, she managed to stay outwardly calm. She told
herself that it could have been worse. When his other hand moved to stroke
her thigh, she knew that it was going to be worse.
She wondered how long Trish was going to be. She knew that she would have to
play up to the lecherous doorman until Trish had finished but she wasn't sure
how she was going to limit his activities. It would have helped if she'd
known what her friend was planning to do.
Trish wasn't wasting time. She was acutely conscious of what could be
happening to Lucy in Jennings' office. She comforted herself with the
knowledge that Lucy had matured considerably in the last few weeks and was
more capable of looking after herself than she had been a month ago.
She opened her make-up bag and pulled out a small aerosol canister of black
paint. When the tiny red lights on the cameras winked out, she whispered a
prayer and sprayed the lenses. When she was sure that all of the cameras were
blinded she relaxed a little and sorted out the key to Charles Porter's safe.
Her hand trembled with anticipation as she tried to fit the key into the lock.
If the tapes that she was looking for weren't in the safe, then it would all
have been for nothing. The key slipped in and, as she turned the handle
smoothly, she thanked Charles Porter for being so arrogant about his
invulnerability.
If he hadn't had so much faith in his security system, he would probably have
had a combination lock on the safe and a separate alarm system as well.
The heavy steel door opened easily and she breathed a sigh of relief as she
saw the stack of video tapes inside. They were well labelled and it took only
a moment to find the original tape of herself. That one went into her bag and
she sorted quickly through the others to find a suitable one to play for her
planned audience.
She left the safe open and began unlocking the desk drawers. By the time she
was ready to make her phone calls, files of customers' details, documented
evidence of names, addresses and preferences, were strewn over the desk. The
files were extremely detailed. Every perversion and vice was carefully listed
and matched against the titles of appropriate videos. She placed the files of
those customers, whose requirements included underage girls, prominently on
the top of the untidy heap.
As a final unplanned gesture, she opened Charles Porter's desk diary and
neatly entered an eight o'clock dinner engagement with the Groves-Ormsbys.
Then she made her phone calls.
Lucy decided that she had allowed things to go far enough when she felt
Jennings hand under her skirt. Unsure of how much longer Trish would need,
she tried to protest diplomatically.
"I really don't think we should be doing this Mr Jennings. I'm not that sort
of girl."
"Of course you are," he panted, "all girls are that sort of girl."
Without removing his hand from beneath her skirt, he turned her to face the
monitor.
"See that? She didn't think that she was that sort of girl. All she needed
was a bit of encouragement"
Lucy wriggled in an attempt to avoid his hand which was heading for her
panties.
"I'd certainly need a lot more than a bit of encouragement to do anything like
that."
His fingers grazed her panties between her legs and she yelped in surprise.
He was holding her too strongly for her to prevent what he was doing and his
hand stroked her with more confidence.
"I asked you to stop Mr Jennings," she said calmly. "Now will you please try
to control yourself?"
"I did try," he chuckled unpleasantly, "but I just wasn't able to."
"Are you trying to encourage me to do what she's doing to that man on the
film?"
"That's the general idea miss."
"And if I do that to you will you leave me alone?"
"If that's what you want," he said slyly.
Lucy shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "Oh well, I suppose it'll be worth it
if you'll stop mauling me. You'd better undo your trousers." Jennings
released her instantly and in moments his trousers were around his knees. His
penis stood stiffly erect and Lucy shuddered as she knelt before him. She
reached for him with one small hand and held his penis poised. Her other hand
cradled his testicles.
She smiled sweetly up at him as she squeezed hard and turned both hands
simultaneously in opposite directions. The shock and pain was too quick for
the lecherous doorman to catch his breath. Lucy could see, from apoplectic
expression his face, that he wanted to scream but all that came out of his
contorted mouth was a strangled gurgle.
Lucy maintained the pressure until it looked as if he was about to pass out
and then she relaxed her grip by the merest fraction. When he recovered
enough to speak, she reapplied the pressure until he subsided again. She
would have felt sorry for anyone in that much pain but she kept reminding
herself that he hadn't cared what indignities he'd made Trish suffer. The
innocent smile didn't flicker for a moment as she spoke calmly and patiently
to him.
"You really are the most loathsome, repellent creature that I've ever met.
The thought of your hands on me makes my flesh creep. The feel of my hands on
you is making me feel sick but I can stand that because it's making you feel a
lot worse."
"You'll pay for this," he managed to gasp, "you and that whore of a friend of
yours."
Lucy twisted his testicles another quarter of a turn and this time he managed
to scream with pain.
"Funny how men can't be whores or slags isn't it? It doesn't matter what
perverted thoughts rot their way through your gangrenous little brain, it's
never you, is it?"
Lucy was just beginning to realise that she would have to release him
eventually and the moment that she did, he would have less mercy with her than
she'd shown him. It occurred to her that with just one more twist, she could
solve her dilemma. Jennings would be incapable of bothering anybody sexually
ever again. She knew that she would be unable to do it though. and the
problem of how to release him remained.
That was how Trish found them when she opened the door. Jennings legs were
beginning to buckle and Lucy's hands were white knuckled and tiring. Trish
overcame her surprise and chuckled quietly.
"I see you two are getting to know each other. I'm sorry to spoil the fun but
we really have to be going now Lucy."
"If I let go of him, he'll go berserk Trish."
"No he won't, will you Jennings? If Lucy lets go of your balls, will you
promise to behave yourself?"
Jennings nodded desperately.
"There you are Luce, he promised. You can let go of him now."
Lucy looked dubiously at her friend. She couldn't believe that Trish was that
trusting, especially after what she'd suffered at the hands of Jennings and
his employer. Trish winked at her and nodded. Despite her reservations, Lucy
let go and quickly backed away from the crouching doorman.
He leapt instantly, his hands outstretched claws as he grabbed for the
frightened youngster. The scream died in Lucy's throat as Jennings' wild leap
carried him straight onto Trish's well aimed toe. His already tender
testicles crushed under his own momentum as they connected with the hard point
of a polished shoe. He doubled up on the floor and writhed in agony as he
tried to breath. Then he gagged and vomited violently.
"Time to go Luce," said Trish cheerfully, "the police will be here any
minute."
Lucy was still shaking as Trish guided the Rolls Royce smoothly into the
traffic. In the wing mirror, she could see the flash of blue lights. She
chewed nervously on her nails until the lights faded. Trish gave her a
disapproving glance.
"If you make your nails jagged, I definitely won't allow them near any of my
silk underwear."
Lucy folded her hands in her lap, "How can you be so calm?"
"I'm not calm. I'm shaking like a leaf inside Luce."
"But the way you handled Jennings. I couldn't have done that."
Trish laughed, "You handled him more than I did. I thought you were doing
pretty well. I needn't have worried about you after all."
"Were you worried then?"
"Of course, but it did stop me from worrying about myself."
Lucy sat silently for a few minutes, trying to digest and make sense of what
had happened.
"Where are we going now Trish?"
"We've got to take the car back, otherwise it'll look suspicious when the
police turn up at Groves-Ormsby's place. They might start wondering how
Charlie got there. I want to make sure that Gary and Allie are okay as well.
We'll all have to be clear before the police arrive."
"So what did you do up in his office?"
Trish patted her bag, "Recovered something of mine and left some incriminating
evidence for the police to find."
"But how did the police know?"
"I phoned them and said there'd been a break in. They're bound to check for
any evidence and they'll find plenty. In fact I'm so sure that they'll find
enough to prosecute Charlie and his mates that I called a couple of newspapers
as well and told them what the police would find."
Lucy lapsed back into silence. It really looked as if Trish had done things
with a vengeance. She'd managed to think of everything and what she hadn't
arranged herself, seemed to have sorted itself out.
Allie was happy with Gary. They were all off the hook and she was... what
was she?
"Trish?"
"Mmmm."
"What's going to happen with us?"
"What, now or tomorrow - or next year?"
"Now, mostly."
"Is your offer still open, to move in with you?"
"Of course it is. If you still want to."
"Thank God for that, I thought you were having second thoughts."
"No, I'm sure about that but I'm worried about what will happen when I go back
to school."
"Well, it might be best if you didn't advertise that we're living together.
It might make things a bit awkward for you."
"More than a bit. What shall I do about Nobby Clarke?"
Trish grinned, "Still fancy him do you?"
"Not after what he did. I think he's almost as bad as your Mr Porter."
"That's what your Headmaster thought as well."
Lucy looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"You really should keep up with what's going on Luce. It seems that someone
complained about Nobby and when they looked, they found thirty seven pairs of
girls' pants in his desk drawer. He won't be teaching in a girls' school
again."
"Thirty seven," said Lucy, "He must have been at it with everyone, and I was
kidding myself that I was something special."
"You are something very special," said Trish softly, "too bloody special for
the likes of him."
The car pulled gracefully into Groves-Ormsby's drive and Trish drove slowly
towards the house. Before the car slid to a halt they could see Allie and
Gary waiting outside the front door.
"Is everything all right?" Lucy asked anxiously.
"Better than all right," grinned Gary. He waved a handful of video tapes at
them. "You won't believe what they got up to, and it's all on tape."
"You won't believe what we got up to," flashed Allie, "and that's not on
tape."
"That's a shame, I could have done with some pointers," said Trish.
Allie kicked Gary half way through his offer to help at any time and he
grinned unashamedly.
"Time to go," announced Trish, "unless you want to hang around for the
police."
"What..?"
"Don't ask Allie," said Lucy, "we'll explain it all on the way - or at least
Trish will. I'm still not sure of everything she's been up to."
They parted company at the top of the road and Trish and Lucy watched their
friends walk away with arms linked.
"Do you think they'll stay together Trish?"
"They're happy now. That's all you can ask for Luce. You can't worry about
tomorrow, it spoils your enjoyment of today."
"That sounds so pessimistic. Don't you think we'll last?"
"What happened yesterday will live for ever inside us Luce but yesterday can't
happen again today. We have to move on or we'll have no tomorrow.
We'll always have what we've got at the moment."
"Careful Trish, that was almost romantic."
"No Luce. This is romantic," Trish kissed her gently and pressed a small
object into her hand.
"What is it?"
"I stole it for you."
Lucy looked puzzled and then smiled with delight as she stared at the tiny
carving and understood her friend's words. She gazed at the centuries old
carving of two young girls. They were kissing with arms entwined and Lucy
knew that their embrace, captured for eternity in precious green jade, would
last for ever.
THE END
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