Tied Down And Stripped
[aka 'The Barroom Captive']
by Bart Morgan
(LLP-464)


FOREWORD 

In recent years, the American novel has taken a distinctly naturalistic turn 
from the postwar experimentalism of John Hawkes and William Burroughs. It is 
not enough, writers as diverse in approach as Norman Mailer and Mary 
McCarthy seem to be saying, to concentrate on the "literary" aspects of 
fiction; the novel must hold up a mirror to nature, as it were, and capture 
life - both its seamy and rarified aspects - from all sides. 

It is our informed opinion that Bart Morgan does this and much more. Tied 
Down and Stripped is the story of a young student who is compelled by 
financial circumstances to take a job as a waitress in a bar near the 
university she attends. Marge Olson is thrust into a series of compromising 
situations where she unsuccessfully defends her virginity, and the ensuing 
conflict involves us in her fascinating inner struggle. 

Marge is shown to be a highly ambitious individual - she cheats on school 
examinations even though she's aware she can excel scholastically without 
resorting to underhanded methods - who will stop at nothing to achieve her 
goals. A major conflict in the novel arises when she's confronted with the 
necessity to compromise herself sexually. We are left up in the air as to 
whether she eventually returns to school, but we feel certain that, due to 
her previous moral sacrifices for momentary ends, she will never be the same 
again. 

Mr. Morgan's novel is a book about a girl who becomes a prostitute. It 
handles this theme frankly, without groveling in the sensationalism which 
often surrounds the subject. Tied Down and Stripped shows us that there is 
more than one way our competitive system of education forces our young 
people to compromise themselves and reminds us that the distance from 
cheating on exams to accepting favors from strange men is not as far as one 
might think. If such situations are to be avoided, it is not enough to say 
that the moral fiber of American youth needs to be revitalized. A candidly 
fresh look at our dog-eat-dog way of life is necessary. 

We would like to thank Mr. Bart Morgan for the fine job he has done in Tied 
Down and Stripped! The themes presented here should be interesting to any 
reader concerned with American youth and the problems they confront in 
obtaining an education. 

-The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

Marge Olson was three weeks into the fall term at Minnesota Central 
University when she received a phone call from the Business Office informing 
her of a lack of funds for either her scholarship or a student loan. The 
pretty blonde's mother had written a few days earlier to say that the check 
she sent each month would be delayed - if it came at all - so Marge was 
forced to do what she'd been dreading all summer. She hated the idea of 
taking a job, knowing it would cut into her "A" grade-point, but there 
wasn't any other choice. 

There were no job openings at the Student Employment Office and so on Friday 
afternoon, she pounded the pavement from one local store to another. All the 
shop-girl openings had been filled in early September, and for the more 
interesting jobs she had to be twenty-one and graduated from college - Marge 
was nineteen and a sophomore. That left waitressing at one of the student 
hangouts in the university town. 

Samson's Restaurant already had two waitresses, and the proprietor suggested 
she check the Burger Palace on the outskirts of town. Marge took a bus out 
on the highway and discovered the car-hop opening had been filled a half 
hour before she'd arrived. That left the Airliner - which had been the last 
place on her list. The "Liner" was a bar frequented by frat boys and 
visiting businessmen; it had a reputation for its "posh atmosphere" and the 
expensiveness of its drinks. The few times Marge'd been there, she'd seen it 
was the dim lighting and the "living room" arrangement of its booths that 
made it more like a cocktail lounge than just another student tavern. 

Now it was late afternoon. Marge noticed the dwindling light shining dimly 
through the tinted glass windows after she'd entered the 'Liner. Three 
students sat in a booth behind the illuminated juke-box, and there was a 
tall man standing at the bar. He identified himself as Chuck Sterner, the 
manager and owner, and right off she had the feeling he didn't approve of 
her. He said he didn't like students working at the 'Liner ... they were 
always quitting at the end of a semester. Then his scowl turned into a 
slight smile of interest... which didn't have much significance, she 
thought, since any attraction he had for her didn't necessarily mean he was 
going to hire her. 

Sterner asked the curvaceous blonde her age ... he inquired briefly about 
her waitressing experience. All the while, she could feel him undressing her 
with his eyes, as so many male students and professors of hers had done over 
the last year at MCU." Marge was beautiful... she looked statuesque, though 
she actually stood slightly shorter than normal. Then one noticed her blonde 
hair cascading down past her shoulder blades, tousling back from her high 
forehead, all windblown and thick and straight. Her eyes were sky blue, and 
she had flawless skin, a lovely luminous white, soft and blushing into faint 
pink, on the undersides of her high cheekbones. 

"You sure you're twenty-one?" He didn't look at her face but at her long 
blonde hair. 

"Of course I'm sure," she lied, and her palms broke out wifli perspiration. 
Somehow, lying made her realize how desperate she was. 

"Well, go on downstairs. To the first door on your right. Tina'll be with 
you in a second." 

Chuck Sterner turned back to his coffee at the bar, and Marge moved toward 
the back of the room and clambered down the stairs. 

Finally, she found the room - no more than a cubbyhole in the basement - and 
sat down in the extra chair across from the beat-up desk. 

"Good morning!" a voluptuous auburn-haired girl in clinging bell bottoms 
strutted into the room and sat down in the chair behind the desk. Marge's 
eyes caught on her shoes - high stacked heels - then dashed up to her 
skin-tight sweater. Is SHE going to inverview me? she thought. 

Ignoring her, the redhead unlocked the top drawer and took out a wad of 
bills. Wide-eyed, Marge watched her count out five hundred dollars, stuff 
the rest of the money back in the drawer, and locked it up again. 

"Mmmmmm," the girl who must've been Tina glanced up from the desk. "What 
hours are you available?" 

"Well, right now, I've got classes all day, but I've got to cut down to 
half-time." 

"You mind standing?" the redhead swiveled around in the desk chair and faced 
Marge. 

"Pardon?" 

"I've got to see what you look like, and I can't when you're crunched up in 
that chair." 

"Oh ... just a minute," Marge moved her purse from her lap to the floor. 
Feeling awkward, she stood up. The girl's eyes flicked approvingly over her 
wide-set blue eyes and full pink lips. Then, a blush began crawling up from 
the young blonde's neck as her eyes flicked down to her body. Tina smiled 
slightly at her generously formed breasts, holding her glance there for a 
seeming eternity, before moving on to her slender well-formed legs. 

"Turn around," the girl said. 

Marge felt her leg beginning to tremble as Tina studied her young body, 
dressed in a sweater and mini-skirt, from behind. She could almost feel her 
eyes on the firm, rounded mounds of her buttocks beneath her short skirt. 
Glancing nervously back over her shoulder, she saw Tina smile with 
appreciation. 

"I think you'll like it here," the girl said. 

Marge relaxed. "I hope so." 

"When I came to the 'Liner, I knew less about this business than you do. Now 
... I've got my share of weekend dates," A gaudy bracelet tinkled as she 
brushed a strand of red hair from her forehead. 

"Dates?" 

"Never mind ... it's nothing you have to worry about now." 

Marge frowned. "I've never waitressed before ... it sort of scares me, all 
those people!" 

"Well... can you begin tonight?" 

"I suppose so," Marge shrugged. 

"Good ... you'll like it here. Just take it easy this evening since it's 
your first night... and Chuck'll probably want to give you a ride home," 
Tina looked like that made her angry for a moment, but then she smiled and 
walked the pretty coed to the bottom of the stairs. 

When Marge came out of the 'Liner, she walked down to the corner Rexall for 
a cup of coffee. Sitting down at the counter, she brought her purse up to 
her lap and took out that latest letter from her mother. It was postmarked 
October 10 - Mankato, Minnesota - and Marge could just imagine her beautiful 
mother complaining to all her hair-netted customers about Marge as she 
hastily scribbled off the penciled note. Her divorcee mother was the 
fun-loving type, and she couldn't fathom her pretty daughter's interest in 
school at all. She'd never understood Marge's ambitiousness and proud manner 
... 

Over the past year, letters between the two had been infrequent at best. 
Now, crumpling the note into a ball and dropping it info the ashtray, Marge 
decided not to write home for another month or two. She had too many 
problems to deal with, and somehow her mother's letters always brought her 
down. Basically, he;- mother was jealous of her, she analyzed ... as were 
most of Marge's friends back in Mankato who had married right out of high 
school. Small town people, Marge had decided long ago, were all pretty much 
the same ... they wanted to drag everybody down to their level... didn't 
want anyone to get ahead ... like' Marge meant to do ... 

Marge'd just gotten rid of her last order when the overhead lights dimmed 
and everyone seemed to get up at once. "They sure move out of here fast," 
she said to Tina, coming back to the bar and dropping her tray on the 
counter, for the last time. 

"That's because it's 'making out time' ... " the redhead lit another 
cigarette and winked. Marge watched as the older girl went behind the bar 
for a cloth, then crossed out into the emptied room,, beginning to wipe off 
tables. She was obviously a favorite with the crowd that hung out there. 
Now, doing a kind of dance step toward another booth, she shimmied in time 
to the loud rock music still blaring from the jukebox. 

"Chuck, I'm getting off early Saturday, right?" she said to Sterner, 
strutting down the aisle from the kitchen. 

"What's it this time, Tina?" Sterner laid his arm around her shoulder and 
bent his head. 

"I've got a date," the redhead's mouth was a scant inch from his. 

Marge looked uncomfortably away as the tall, blond-haired man's mouth came 
down on the waitress's teasingly parted lips. Even from this distance she 
could tell it was a French kiss, the proprietor's tongue splurging wetly 
into Tina's slightly opened mouth. Marge was a virgin and sexually 
inexperienced to the point that she'd only been kissed three times like 
that. Not that plenty of boys hadn't tried ... 

The young blonde jumped up from the stool and ducked around the bar. By the 
time she found a cloth, Sterner had drawn the redhead's twisting body tight 
up against him, his hands cupping her squirming buttocks. They struggled 
playfully for a good minute when suddenly Tina shoved her hands against his 
chest, and they broke apart laughing. 

The next thing Marge knew, Sterner moved on to the bar. He came around to 
where she stood behind the counter and snatched the bar cloth from her hand. 
"You don't need to clean up ... not tonight, anyway," he said. "Sit down. 
I'll make you another drink." 

Marge took a deep gulp from the glass of Scotch that Sterner had already 
given her so he wouldn't see she hadn't even tasted the first drink and 
climbed up on a stool. Behind her, Chuck was singing along with the music 
while Tina progressed to the next booth as though nothing had happened. He 
placed the second Scotch by her elbow without comment and headed back toward 
the kitchen, Tina following after. 

Marge forced down the rest of her first drink and moved on to the next. 
Ordinarily, she didn't drink at all - not really being twenty-one - but she 
didn't want to antagonize anyone her first night on the job. Sterner 
obviously drank a lot - had already drunk a lot tonight - and right now she 
couldn't afford to be labeled as a drudge who ruined everyone's good time. 

She took another sip of the Scotch and tried to peek discreetly in the 
direction of the kitchen. There was nothing but a clatter of glasses, 
punctuated by laughter. Fred, the stocky, pimply-faced dishwasher, was back 
there too. Marge wondered about her boss and the waitress. It was hard to 
tell if Sterner was Tina's boyfriend or if they'd simply been fooling 
around. Maybe they didn't know themselves - everyone around here just seemed 
to keep moving without giving much thought to anything. 

Suddenly, Sterner re-entered from the kitchen again. Crossing in front of 
Marge's booth, he stopped to pat her long blonde hair, pulling it around 
from the back so it hung over her youthfully jutting breasts beneath her 
sweater. Marge hoped he wasn't going to try the same thing as he did with 
Tina"... 

"I'll fix us another one," he said instead and moved behind the bar. 

Marge turned around, wondering if she should protest. 

"C'mon, drink up," he answered her question. "I'm celebrating ... Anyway, we 
don't do this every night," he added reassuringly. 

He took off again for the back room, leaving her with her third drink. 

Yesterday afternoon she'd been so nervous - practically in a state of shock 
- that he'd been no more than a frightening male voice speaking through the 
haze of her confusion. Actually, he was nice looking, she thought now, 
stocky, blond, older than she'd estimated, probably in his late thirties. 
She still hadn't had a real conversation with Sterner; he had done nothing 
more than introduce her to Fred, the dishwasher, when she came in - and give 
her drinks... 

"Marge, finish up your drink. We're closing," Sterner called from the rear 
of the bar. 

The young blonde tilted the glass and climbed down from the bar stool, going 
to the kitchen to get her sweater. Everyone but Sterner, who stood at the 
back door of the small room, had left. 

"I forgot those glasses on the counter," she suddenly remembered. 

"That's okay. Fred'll get them in the morning," he flicked. the light switch 
and the front room went dark. "I'll give you a ride home." 

"No, it's only six blocks. I'm still living in the dorm." 

"That's okay. It's right on the way." He had motioned her out the door and 
now she stood behind him in the alleyway, watching him lock up. 

Outside, the street-lights from Hilton played over the shapes of trash 
barrels and illuminated the sudden movement of a cat. Marge saw Tina turning 
at the end of the alley. The alluring redhead, wearing a tarn and an extra 
sweater thrown over her shoulders, gave them a half-hearted wave and 
disappeared onto Hilton. Marge wondered why Sterner wasn't giving her a ride 
home, too, but it wasn't the kind o question you asked. 

"It's down here," the tavern owner motioned toward the hulking shape of a 
car. 

Minutes later, the young blonde and her boss had turned out of the alleyway 
and were speeding down deserted Hilton. They passed a patrolman sitting in 
his car across from the Airliner on the side of the quad, and when they shot 
through the green light, Tina gave them a second wave, a strange look of 
irritation glowing in her eyes. 

"I bet you like rock music," Sterner shoved a tape in the deck. "Yes." 

Marge glanced around the interior of the expensive car. It was a sports 
model with bucket seats and a leathery smell and must have cost the tavern 
owner a fortune. "You can let me out here," she pointed to the corner 
diagonal to the dorm. 

"Let's have some of this. We've got to stay high," Sterner pulled a bottle 
from under the seat. 

It suddenly dawned on Marge that he wasn't going to stop. Instead of pulling 
up at the stop sign on the corner, he continued right on down Hilton, 
heading toward the fraternity section. 

They'd sped past ten or twelve Greek houses when he spun onto a side street 
and came to a sudden stop. Apparently changing his mind, he shoved the 
bottle back under the seat. 

"You know, you've got a very sexy body, but you've still got to learn how to 
use it." He rested his hand on her shoulder and his fingers tugged playfully 
at her long blonde hair. Suddenly, he pulled her a little closer to his side 
and eased his hand down to her upper arm, making the little blonde hairs 
stand on end as he gently stroked her bare flesh. 

"Hey!" she jerked away from him. 

"I figured you'd do that!" 

Suddenly, he was drawing her face to his with both hands clasped around her 
neck so she couldn't pull back. Their lips met and his tongue played lightly 
against her mouth 'till with sudden effort it slipped wetly inside ... 

"No!" Marge gasped and tried to squirm away, but he'd placed his hands 
firmly on her twisting shoulders. Whichever way she swayed, her fearfully 
quivering breasts pressed like small swelling balloons against his chest. 

"Pleeaasse," she moaned for breath. 

"Let's have a drink," he reached to the floor and found the bottle. 

"You've already had too much, Chuck," she said. "Why don't you let me walk 
home?" 

"You certainly are the cool type, aren't you? That's the whole trouble with 
you." 

Marge started. "I suppose you'd like me to be angry." 

"Now I didn't say that! But from the calm way you act, this can't be the 
first time a guy's made a pass at you." 

"Thanks for the ride home," she reached toward the door handle when Sterner 
snapped her around so that she was facing him again. 

"You ain't going nowhere," he said. 

An intoxicated leer hardened his features as he tightened his hands on her 
shoulders. Again, he kissed her wetly on the mouth, forcing his tongue 
between her lips 'till it tickled softly against her own. 

"I've got classes in the morning," Marge finally managed to push him away. 

"We're having a great time. Hell, what're you talking about... classes?" 

Leaning against her, he began nibbling on her ear, and little tingles went 
down Marge's neck as his searching tongue traveled lightly over her 
goosebumped flesh. Now he was kissing her neck and shoulders while his hands 
slipped up and down her trembling arms. 

"Is this what you normally do, the first night with a new girl on the job?" 
Somehow, she didn't really believe this was happening to her. It seemed 
ridiculous struggling with a man who less than an hour ago had been an 
authority figure - her boss. 

"You're different, Marge." 

"I bet!" 

Suddenly, Sterner squeezed one of her resilient young breasts and Marge 
twisted back and struck her head on the door. "OW!" she winced at the pain. 

She tried to unlatch the door, but he snapped the button shut and pulled her 
to him. Chuck was too drunk to be reasoned with and she rapidly lost her 
composure. "I want you to drive me home..."ow7" she said in a quavering 
voice. 

"Not till I get my chance to see them tits." He grabbed her arm and held it 
so tightly she fell forward with her head on his shoulder. Any move she made 
now only increased the pain in her arm. 

With his free hand, Chuck grasped at her sweater and eagerly began undoing 
the small buttons, but had trouble with them. In his exasperation, he 
inadvertently tore her sweater down to the third button, exposing the lush 
white curves of her brassiere-clad breasts to his lewd gaze. 

"No ... !" Marge tried to cover herself, but he gripped tighter and another 
painful spasm went through her arm. 

Sterner inserted his hand in her lacy white brassiere and began fondling her 
full round breasts, stroking back and forth over her pertly distended 
nipples which poked up under the sheer covering like pale cherries on twin 
ice-cream cones. In spite of herself, Marge could feel a strange weakening 
in her belly ... Her high school boyfriend had touched her breasts only once 
and she especially wasn't used to having her little nipples teasingly 
caressed! 

"Let go!" 

"Keep still, you crazy bitch!" he pushed her against the cushiony seat back. 
Before she recovered from the surprise, his devouring mouth clamped wetly 
over her own, and he was pulling her sweater off her shoulders and down to 
her waist. 

"Damn," he breathed in the stillness as he took in the dual milk-like orbs 
of her breasts catching light off the street lamp. Now his fingers were 
prodding at Marge's white-laced brassiere from the front, but the clasp in 
back held it tight so he had to tug again - the elastic band broke, 
releasing her voluptuously large mounds. 

"Oh ... for God's sakes ..." Marge gaped down at her naked breasts lewdly 
swaying and jiggling as she tried to pull away from him. She squirmed 
helplessly on the seat as Chuck fastened his mouth around one bulleted 
little nipple. She could feel it distending as he sucked and nibbled 
salaciously, lirnning his tongue in rapid wet circles until unwanted 
licentious feeling fluttered through her tightening belly. 

"All right, we'll make it quick," Sterner finally bent away from her and 
swigged from the bottle. 

"You won't do anything at all. Not if I can help it," she said. 

"C'mon, Marge ... I hate getting rough," he grabbed her hand. 

Marge tried to keep her hand in her lap, but he guided it forcefully to his 
slacks. "Nooooooo ... pleeeeeeease!" She managed to make a fist, but his 
grip on her wrist grew vise-like and then her hand went limp. She looked 
down at his pants and saw the lewd bulge of his erect penis making his 
slacks stand up obscenely like a small tent. God ... she thought, he's going 
to make me touch him ... she'd almost done that with Jim Denton in high 
school. Actually, she'd liked it, but that was when she'd stopped. Besides, 
she'd been going steady with Jim and she hardly even knew Sterner. 

Marge's eyes widened as the bartender unzipped his fly with his free hand 
and then unloosened his belt. His cock stood up, rigidly thick and thrusting 
out his jockey shorts in a pole-like shape ... He struggled with his slacks 
and shorts for a moment, till he'd pulled them down over his erection, had 
the sight of his nakedly throbbing hardness just inches away from her hand 
made her go hot and cold with fear. What did he think he was doing; She'd 
never seen a man's excitedly erect penis before - Jim's had been a slender 
boy's cock, and it wasn't as big around or as long as Chuck's. 

Marge's eyes bulged wider as he pulled back the loose foreskin, exposing the 
mushroom-shaped head. She was surprised his cock-head was so large; its 
small opening was staring up at her salaciously and there was a pearl of 
secreted lubricant at the end. She could see thick massive veins webbing the 
underside of his massive shaft, revealing the entire length of his long hard 
penis. 

"Reach down and touch my cock," he said. 

"Chuck ... you're crazy.- I'll do no such thing," she said. 

"You heard me. Hold my cock in your hand. You'll like it, honey, all girls 
do once they get the feel of it." 

"I will not....this is absolute nonsense! I've never been so ... " 

"Hell, I just got to make you," he said, and guided her hand to his stiffly 
erect penis, slowly grazing the ridges of her fingers over the blunt 
tip-end. It felt warm and stone-hard. She could feel his pulsating 
flesh-pole expand at her uneasy touch, nudging impatiently up against her 
trembling fingers. "Now hold it ... nice and gentle, and then jerk on my 
prick - nothin' to it," he said in the manner of a teacher instructing a shy 
pupil in obscenity. 

Chuck's grasp tightened on Marge's wrist, forcing her hand open; the pain 
became unbearable, and to oblige him she clasped her hand limply around his 
quivering shaft. She knew he wanted her to give him pleasure, but she wasn't 
sure exactly how to do it. To avoid any more pain, to get things over with, 
she began squeezing and massaging his bulbously throbbing cock's head until 
she could feel his pre-cum moistening her fingers. 

"Now ... bend down and suck my cock!" 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... NO!" She tried to pull away again, but he forced her to 
continue jerking up and down on his blood-engorged penis. 

"I mean what I say ... Go on. Suck it, you bitch!" 

"Don't speak to me that way. It's horrible," she moaned, tears welling up in 
her eyes. 

"Well, I guess I'm a little too anxious," he admitted soberly. 

"Then, can I stop this?" She gazed down at his thickly veined cock pulsing 
in her hand. "I'm not exactly used to ... " 

"All right..." His voice trailed off reluctantly. 

"Thank God," she said, and released her hand, but he pulled it back to his 
rigidly straining penis rearing up like a tree-trunk from his loins. 

"We'll arrange a little cock-sucking at a better time ... when you're more 
experienced ... but don't stop jerking me off now!" 

"Ooooh" Marge cried as light from a car racing down the main street flashed 
over her nakedly shifting breasts. She kept shaking up and down on the 
hugely erect member, gaining more ease and deftness as she went. Now she 
squeezed with her thumb and forefinger in a tight ring around his foreskin, 
bringing the loose skin up almost to the turgidly swollen head. 

Chuck's loins gyrated below her hand, rocking rhythmically to her fondling 
of his throbbing penis. His sperm-filled balls tickled her wrist with their 
slight thatch of hair, and his muscled thighs slapped against her forearm, 
increasing the humiliated feeling that rushed through her. 

"I've got to stop ... pleeeeeease!" 

"Damn you! Keep jerking me off!" 

Marge tightened her small hand over Chuck's bone-hard cock, and began 
pulling on it with longer, smoother strokes. What a nightmare! Never in her 
life had she done something so incredibly sordid! She just wished he would 
cum and get it over with, and she wondered how long it usually took for men 
to have an orgasm ... a few minutes ... half an hour? She jerked his cock 
faster, feeling the thickening flesh-staff swell to obscene proportions as 
though his penis would explode right in her palm. Wet smacking sounds from 
her hand slapping down against his loins echoed dully through the car. 
Bitter defenseless tears spilled down her cheeks, streaming onto her nakedly 
heaving breasts ... yes, he was going to cum in her hand! 

"Uggggggg!" Sterner moaned in the darkness. "You sweet, sweet cunt!" 

Abruptly, he reached around Marge's shoulders and drew her into him. "Kiss 
me ... tongue kiss me." He clamped his hand hard on her naked breast till 
she couid feel pain. She obeyed, and thrust her tongue reluctantly into his 
mouth. Chuck sucked on it, sending a little racing chill across her taste 
buds, and then plunged his own tongue through her wetly parting lips, 
pushing it in and out as though he were mouth-fucking her with a small erect 
penis. 

"No ... please!" she moaned. 

"Oh fuck ... Christ ... I'm about ready!" Sterner grabbed her free hand and 
made her touch his sperm-swollen testicles. 

Marge fondled the velvety skin tentatively and then with gently soft 
caresses that sent him into an uncontrolled frenzy. "Shit ... Christ!" he 
moaned. He was almost there! She could tell by the way he lifted his 
writhing buttocks from the seat and dropped his head to her fearfully 
trembling breasts ... 

"Christ!" Suddenly, he gasped! 

Chuck's cock leaped in her hand, and began its staccato explosion of 
white-hot sperm over her delicately gripping fingers. The thickly spurting 
liquid dashed up like milky lava from an erupting volcano and splashed wetly 
over her squeezing fingers and down across her wrist. 

The helpless young blonde continued to pull fervidly on his cock til! his 
first lewd spasms subsided and his still-ejaculating penis began deflating 
in her hand. Slowly, she unclasped her fingers. They were all wet with his 
thick white fluid ... 

"Here's a handkerchief," he said as he reached into his shirt pocket and 
dropped the handkerchief in her lap. 

Chuck could hear her sobbing quietly as he drove Marge back to the dorm in 
silence. He dropped her off a block from school and sat in the car, watching 
her willowy figure get smaller until it disappeared in darkness. There'd 
been other girls like Marge working for him in the five years he'd operated 
the Airliner. Most of them were stuck-up college girls who worried more 
about their grade-point than they did about the impression they made on guys 
like him. That description seemed to fit Marge Olson. 

Sterner turned down University Road and drove two miles out of town to the 
swank modernistic apartment building where Tina lived. The curvaceous 
redhead met him at the door dressed in skimpy pajamas; her smile told him 
she knew he'd been drinking. "I had a hunch you'd be dropping by," she said. 

He pushed past her into the living room. "You got anything to drink? I've 
been on bourbon," he said. 

"You've been with that Olson girl." 

He dropped into a chaise lounge and gazed across the lush white carpet 
toward her. "What'd you expect?" 

"Oh, nothing," she laughed. "I just hate seeing you waste your time." 

"It wasn't a waste. I got her going and I'm thinking about geeting into that 
blonde little pussy of hers." 

"So what else is new?" Tina poured out two shots of bourbon into the 
cocktail glasses she had set on a tray. She gave Chuck his drink and sat 
down on the thick rug in front of him. Her shorty pajamas were little more 
than two blue and red swatches of cloth that barely concealed her ripely 
formed breasts and little pussy mound. Sterner's vision blurred and then 
refocused on his waitress friend's alluring young body. 

"I'm afraid I'll have to let her go. After tonight she'll be in no mood to 
return to the 'Liner." 

"That sounds intelligent," she smiled agreeably. 

"But I don't think I will," he said. "Hell, I'd like to knock her down a 
peg." Tina frowned. 

"I need you, baby," he looked mournfully at her. 

"Well, I don't want anything to do with the girl. She's your problem ... not 
mine." 

Sterner stared numbly into his drink. Tina just had to help him out. 
"Please, Tina, phone Marge at the dorm in the morning. Tell her I'm sorry, 
or whatever. You don't need to go out of your way." 

The curvy redhead laughed. "Why should I help you take advantage of that 
silly student? You've got a heartless streak in you, honey ... did I ever 
tell you that?" she continued. 

"Remember how I set you up last fall with all those alumni for the 
homecoming game?" She shrugged. 

"You've liked earning the little extra ... ever since then ... haven't you?" 
She nodded. 

"Okay," he winked. "The really big game's just weeks away. You're all set up 
... and I'm the one who put you there." 

"True. I'm independent now. I don't even need you. I've got lots to keep me 
busy." 

"It's a favor and some friend!" Then she giggled in a sexy way. "If I were 
in your shoes, I'd wait till the morning and see how I felt with a 
hangover." 

"I want to hear you say you'll do it ... c'mon, honey, tell me you'll call 
her!" 

She rose quickly and stood in front of his chair, her gently rounded breasts 
rising and falling deeply as she made an attempt to conceal her frustration. 
"Whatever happened to the good times you and me used to have?" 

"Christ," he mumbled. "Remember the night we went out to Regent's Park and 
had a picnic ... I sucked your cock, then you fucked me from behind ..." 

"Hmmmmmmm," Sterner cleared his throat. 

"Well, that's over now." 

"I didn't say we were through. I just want to mess around with other gals, 
too." 

"No kidding," she laughed, and her full-fleshed young breasts jiggled 
resiliency. For some reason, she enjoyed being hurt by the handsome blond 
bar owner. There was a masochistic part of herself - the whore in herself, 
she supposed - that needed to be teased and humiliated. 

A half-hour and two bourbons later, Sterner walked tipsily to the door. Tina 
ambled into the bedroom and stared out the plate-glass window as he got into 
his MG and spun up University Road to town. Before Chuck left, he'd told her 
how Marge'd made him squirt his hotly jetting sperm into her hand. It made 
Tina's skin crawl with jealousy just to think about it, but, in spite of her 
misgivings, she decided to call the new waitress at her dorm tomorrow 
morning. Even though it did make her squirm to think about Marge racing her 
clasping hand over Chuck's long hard cock, she knew it had to be a temporary 
thing. Sooner or later, she expected Chuck to come back to her. 

Now, the curvy waitress was just too upset to go to sleep. She trudged 
across the living room and sat down on the thick pile carpeting facing the 
mirrored wall beside the couch. 

"Oh ... Christ," she moaned to herself. 

The redhead looked at her breasts pressing in two conical shapes against her 
wispy top. On an impulse, she tore off the pajama-halter, exposing her 
ripely formed mounds to the air-conditioned coolness of the room. Her little 
nipples distended quickly into diamond-chipped buds; she reached up and 
fondled one breast, squeezing the skin tightly till she could feel little 
pulsations ripple through her spiked-out nipples down into her thighs. Who 
needs Chuck anyway? she thought. There were other men who could give her 
just as good a time, and maybe when Marge and she became friends they could 
have fun together. 

The young waitress turned to the side, admiring her own attractive profile. 
She could feel the pulsating lips of her pussy moistening rapidly and from 
out of nowhere a trickle of sweat had begun to run down the smooth valley 
between her full firm breasts. 

She looked down to the girlish arc of her slender hourglass waist, her eyes 
resting on her flaring hips; she sat poised like this for a moment, her 
curvaceously sculpted young woman's body catching the soft pink reflection 
of the rose-colored sofa. Her hand wandered of its own accord down across 
her little white belly to her pubic mound beneath her bikini pajama bottoms. 
Her fingers pressed at it for a teasing moment, circling in a smooth wide 
oval over her hair-lined cuntal lips, and then she tugged at her small 
pajama panties til! they were pulled down off her ankles. 

"Ooooooooh," she moaned at her auburn-haired vagina. A whirl of salacious 
pleasure erupted in the pit of her belly as she fondled her wettening pussy 
lips, delicately massaging them till their excited moistness covered her 
hand. 

Damn him. she thought. He's making me do this, and I just don't want to? She 
recalled how it'd been when the bartender had first made love to her ... 
that weekend when he'd driven her up to the Minnesota lake country had been 
the most wonderful in her life. Now, it was all over, but there were other 
suitable men who might do the job as well as Chuck Sterner. 

"God ... for Pete's sakes!" she cursed feebly at her sensually alluring 
young body, which was all aglow with erotic excitement. 

Tina squeezed one round full breast in one hand, while the other continued 
its fond stroking up between her slenderly outspread legs. All she needed 
right now, she mused, was a thickly pulsating cock to fuck into her! The 
redhead's erect little clitoris tingled wildly as her fingers danced over 
her curl-fringed vagina; she could see her upheld breast jiggling freely as 
she massaged its voluptuous twin. With each new stroke at her delightedly 
aroused pussy, her entire body quivered with lewd abandon, demanding Chuck's 
shaft of male flesh which would bring her to total and immediate climax. 

Instinctively, she dropped her hand and with an extended middle finger found 
her eagerly begging little pussy hole! "Oooooh!" she moaned, thrusting her 
finger up into the clasping heat of her cunt. She plunged her hand back and 
forth, using her upthrust middle finger like a skewering cock fucking wildly 
up into her tight vaginal opening. Her excited secretions rivuleted across 
her hand and then dampened her sensitive thighs; she could feel her clinging 
vaginal passage dilating with each vibrating plunge of her tautly extended 
middle finger, as though it were trying to suck in her hand and swallow it 
whole! 

Suddenly, she stopped. It was no good ... what kind of an idiot was she, 
anyway? There were lots of better ways to satisfy herself than through 
finger-fucking her frustratedly aroused pussy. Slowly, she withdrew her hand 
from between her wide-splayed legs. The urge to touch her needing young cunt 
was still there, but she suppressed it - it just wasn't the same as having 
Chuck's long thick penis plunging up between her legs. 

The pretty waitress sank back into the thick white rug, letting her thoughts 
drift to other things. Larry, a musician boyfriend of hers who had called 
earlier this evening, and Steve Plimpton the base player in Larry's band, 
wanted to get together with her Sunday night. She stirred for a few minutes, 
trying to arrest her mind from its restless wandering. Steve wanted to meet 
a girl, maybe Marge'd be interested. 

 Chapter Two 

"Miss Olson. Miss Marge Olson!" 

"All right. I'm here. J-just a ... minute," Marge pulled herself groggily 
from the bed and stumbled to the door. She didn't know the attractive 
middle-aged lady on the other side, but the woman had short hair and wore 
high heels - it had to be someone from the dorm. 

"I'm from the office downstairs," the woman said. 

"Yes, yes," the young blonde sighed. She had a good idea what was coming 
next. 

"I'm here about your bill. Marge, your account is paid through the summer 
session, but it is fall semester now. We must have the $900 deposit, or 
continue charging you hotel rates." 

Marge said nothing. 

"The rate has gone up to fifteen dollars a night. So far you owe 
forty-five." 

"But I'll be paying the lump sum as soon as I'm able." 

"Yes, but I would do that as soon as possible, since you are accruing these 
hotel charges in the meantime." 

Fifteen dollars a night! Marge closed the door. And just when I can't find 
another place either! 

She walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Yesterday 
afternoon's search for a cheaper room had been no help to her - except to 
show there was nothing left. It was always like that at the beginiing of the 
term. "Come back in a month when people start dropping out" the woman on 
Hill Street had advised. 

Marge was the kind of girl who was used to being on top of everything ... no 
matter what it took. In fact, right now she was recalling how she'd cheated 
on her Psych test last spring, after consulting the best student-authorities 
on the subject. She hadn't really needed it ... it was just to make sure her 
paper was the best. But now problems were coming at her from all directions, 
irritatingly unmanageable dilemmas that she couldn't really do anything 
about. 

Finally, she picked up a towel and walked barefoot down the hall to the 
shower room. Standing under the cold jetting spray, she could sense the 
other girls in the room enviously eyeing her nakedly shivering body, but at 
the moment it wasn't much satisfaction. What did it all amount to? she 
soaped her generously full breasts. Having to jerk and massage that damn 
bartender's penis... like I was some kind of prostitute! She'd wanted her 
first real sexual experience to be with someone ... special. Maybe she was a 
snob, but a bar owner wasn't even on the fringe of her social ladder. 

Marge wrapped a towel around her body and walked back down the hall. 
Thankfully, her new roommate had a seven o'clock class and was already gone. 
Marge lifted her biggest suitcase from the closet shelf and began pulling 
her clothes from hangers. At the moment, she didn't know where she'd go, but 
she supposed she could find a cheaper room in a real hotel. 

While she packed, she tried to think. After last night, she no longer had a 
job. She could probably get full-time day work at the university offices, 
but then she wouldn't be able to take any classes at all. Her eyes flicked 
over to the calendar above her desk: October 30th was the last day to drop 
classes and still get a refund. Two weeks ... 

The ringing telephone cut into her thoughts. 

She walked to the bureau. Her fingers trembled nervously through her long 
disheveled hair as she waited for the switchboard operator downstairs to 
transfer the connection. 

There was a sudden interruption on the other end, and a noise like the 
receiver falling against something hard. Then the voice came through ... 

"Marge ... Marge, this is Tina from the 'Liner. Chuck wants to know ... are 
you going to work tonight?" 

"No." 

"That's what he was afraid of. Look, he drank too much last night, but you 
can't leave us here with one waitress. Namely me." Marge heard the redhead 
lighting a cigarette. 

"Well, I'm sorry ..." she couldn't think of anything else to say. 

Tina turned suddenly sweet. "Marge, you can make a lot of money on this job. 
I'll show you how to really go for the tips ... I didn't last night because 
we were so busy and ... I hardly know you. Chuck says you have money 
problems." 

"That's true. I just this second decided to get a full-time job in the 
Business Office and drop classes entirely." 

"Well, okay ..." 

Marge thought the conversation was over when there was some mumbling, 
another loud clatter, and Chuck Sterner suddenly came on the line. 

"Are you going to drop by today for your pay?" 

"No, maybe tomorrow. I have to leave the dorm. Today I'll be busy finding a 
hotel room." 

"A hotel room? Hell, you can stay at Tina's ... Listen, put your things in a 
cab and come on down here. I'll pay for it." 

"I'm sorry ... but ... " 

Chuck Sterner, at the other end of the line, chose that moment to hang up. 
He didn't do it for any special reason, but having said his piece, 
considered the conversation finished. He looked at Tina sitting wide-mouthed 
in the chair across from his desk. 

"You asked her to stay at my place," the redhead gasped. 

"It's just till she finds something else." 

"Oh, that's just great. All I need is a teenage roommate." 

Sterner watched the redhead pull up from her chair and stalk out of the 
toom. "By the way, I do happen to have a date tonight. What are you going to 
do about that?" she turned in the hallway and stuck her head in the office 
door. Suddenly she took off again. 

"You can leave early." Sterner followed her wagging buttocks up the stairs. 

"It's an all-night date ... You let me know how I'm going to manage that... 
when you figure it out." 

Tina flung her sweater over her shoulders and walked across the bar to the 
front door. "I'm going home to get some sleep," she walked out onto the 
sidewalk without saying goodbye. 

Sterner watched through the window as Tina's flame-colored head cut through 
the throngs of students milling up and down the sidewalk. He walked closer 
to the window and smiled at her luscious young body undulating provocatively 
beneath the tight sweater and slacks. A trio of male students stopped to let 
the sexy-looking redhead pass, gaped after her, then grinned at each other 
... 

A half-drunk cup of cold coffee sat on the bar and, turning away from the 
window, Sterner took the cup with him to the kitchen and refilled it. Coming 
back to the bar he pulled up on the stool closest to the window. It was 
class break and the street was literally packed with hundreds of beautiful 
young girls ... Chuck's thoughts flicked on to Marge. Tonight, she'd have to 
hang around after work until Tina's apartment was free, but he saw no point 
in mentioning that until it was actually closing time at the 'Liner. He'd 
wait around for her, and see to it that she drank more than last night, he 
thought and pulled up from the stool. Stuck alone with him in the empty bar, 
half-drunk at three in the morning, she wouldn't even want to resist him. 

The young blonde poked her head in the door at exactly five minutes before 
eight that night. Giving him a cool frown, she dropped her two suitcases in 
the first booth, then walked back outside into the fading sunlight to pay 
for the taxi-cab. Then she came inside again with another bag ... 

"I told you I'd pay for it." Sterner was walking back from the kitchen where 
he'd moved her two suitcases. 

"Thank you, but I have the money to cover it," she rested a small train case 
on the floor. "Naturally, I'll also pay Tina for letting me stay with her 
... as soon as I receive my pay check." 

"Naturally," Chuck made a face to her back as the young blonde took off with 
her train case to the kitchen. 

In the back room, Marge placed her small suitcase in the corner where Chuck 
had stacked her two larger bags. She felt funny being here, but, all in all, 
she'd decided Chuck's offer was too good to resist. She supposed it was best 
to wait till after work to move her things to Tina's apartment. In any case, 
no one had said anything about her taking them over now ... and the uneasy 
coed didn't plan to ask Sterner; she hoped to talk to him as little as 
possible. 

The clock over the sink said three to eight, and Marge opened the screen 
door and walked into the alleyway, waiting for Fred, the dishwasher, to 
arrive and the bar to open up at eight before she returned to the front room 
with Sterner. Outside, it was a hot autumn night, dusky and just hanging on 
the edge of night, and she strained to see in the dim light, looking up at a 
cat traveling from one rooftop to the next, across the tops of the buildings 
that surrounded the narrow alleyway. 

"We've got some customers out here," Sterner appeared behind her in the 
entryway to the kitchen. 

"I'm coming," Marge said to Chuck and followed him out from the kitchen into 
the front room. It wasn't going to be easy working with Sterner now, she 
thought nervously, moving behind the counter for her tray, but she meant to 
quit the job as soon as possible. 

By eleven that night, Marge's eyes were smarting from three hours of working 
in the smoke-filled bar - from trying to see through the thick cloud of 
cigarette smoke that hung over the booths like bomb fallout. It looked 
yellow in the hazy light. Saturday night and the dimly illuminated bar was 
packed to the gills with well-dressed students, all slamming down as many 
drinks as possible in the last hour before closing time. 

"Marge," Chuck Sterner called out from behind the bar. "Get that table to 
the rear before you break, will you?" 

"That's exactly what I'm doing," the young blonde shot over her shoulder and 
flashed on by him. She had to scream at Sterner - the blare of music was so 
loud. And the carpeted aisle in front of her was now blocked by a couple 
slowly dancing. 

"And tell those kids to cut the dancing!" Sterner yelled behind her. 

"Sorry, but our license doesn't permit dancing," Marge maneuvered around the 
couple. 

Carrying her overloaded tray, she picked her way toward a booth in a far, 
far corner of the bar. The young blonde was floating on the drinks Sterner 
had already given her. Chuck-watched her curvy young form cutting in and out 
of the aisles. She hadn't gotten around to being friendly yet, but she 
seemed to him to be in a better disposition than when she'd arrived. 

Then he let his mind dwell on the possibilities of what he could do to that 
haughty young student later that night with her too drunk to resist ... 

Marge got rid of all the drinks but one, then dropped her tray, and walked 
toward the back of the bar for her break. At first she'd not wanted to 
accept the drinks Chuck kept shoving her way, but they energized her and 
alleviated some of the terrible worry she'd felt about her mounting 
problems. In a way, waitressing - moving fast in and out of the tables - 
made her feel almost like she was dancing, too. Now, if she could just avoid 
talking to Sterner, she thought, dropping into the empty booth with her 
Scotch, she might like the job, after all ... 

She took a sip of the Scotch and rested her head against the cool leather 
back of the booth, then squinted through the haze at the clock over the bar 
... one half-hour to midnight. She shouldn't have drunk so much, but the 
evening was almost over now. 

"Excuse me." 

She glanced up and recognized Tony Barstow - he was in her English class. 

"I didn't know you were working here," the football player peered through 
the dim light, leaning against the booth while he stood. 

"I'm hung up for money," Marge shrugged. 

Through bleary eyes, she looked up at his long black sideburns and handlebar 
mustache. His dark hair contrasted nicely with the expensive beige sweater 
covering his huge shoulders. She supposed he made a lot of money ... she'd 
heard about the football players being paid way beyond their scholarships, 
though it was illegal. She'd also heard a horrid story ... about a date of 
his who'd been gang-banged by the entire football team ... but she figured 
there wasn't any harm in just talking with him. 

"Well, it's your business," he wiped beer from his huge mustache. "But I'd 
think it'd be too rough ... for a nice girl like you." 

Marge thought she saw a question in his eyes, but the moment passed. "Well, 
I'd better get up," she glanced at the clock, and half-finished her drink. 

He stepped back as she slid out into the aisle. 

"Where you% living?" he wrapped an arm lightly around her shoulder, and held 
his beer glass in the other hand. 

"Well, I'm moving in with the other waitress temporarily." 

"Tina?" he looked surprised, and then his eyes lit up like he was 
remembering something. "Well, see you around," he smiled and finally stepped 
back so she could pass. 

Marge moved to the bar to deliver an order. She'd just managed to forget 
about him when he suddenly appeared behind her ... 

"See you in English," he grabbed her arm to get her attention and gave her a 
little wave. 

"Yes, so long," Marge nodded after him. 

While she waited for Sterner to take her order, Marge watched Barstow exit 
from the bar. Then her blurred gaze fell on Tina. Now it was the redhead's 
break and Tina was sitting in the back booth with a dark-haired, middle-aged 
man. Probably one of the alumni, Marge thought. The Airliner's atmosphere 
was posh enough that older people, usually former graduates, dropped by on 
business trips or during football games. Suddenly, Marge realized that she 
was staring at two Tina's ... with two middle-aged men's arms draped over 
her shoulders. -God, I've been drinking way too much, she thought. 

Marge delivered another order. Then, moving dazedly away from the booth, 
suddenly the room tilted. Oh! I'm going to pass out! she thought as the room 
grew dark, and she struggled in the direction of the bar, though she 
couldn't see it. Climbing up on the stool, her hand fell across the counter, 
and she dropped the tray. There was a slight clatter in the darkness, and 
then she rested her head in her hands. 

Behind her, someone called out a request for two beers. It's only fifteen 
minutes, she reassured herself, then I can go home with Tina and crawl into 
bed. She realized that she'd forgotten completely to get the two beers, when 
everyone got up. 

"Your drink is sitting in front of you," Chuck flashed by her. 

"Oh ... thank you . But I think I've had enough," she dipped a paper napkin 
in a half-empty water glass and wiped off her forehead. 

She'd gotten drunk. It had to happen sometime, working in a bar, she 
reassured herself. But now she'd done it once, and she'd never let it happen 
again. When she looked up again, the room had cleared. She should be helping 
Tina clean up, she thought, but she was too afraid of blacking out again. 

"You sure you're all right?" Chuck's grinning face appeared in the mirror 
behind the bar as he sat down on the bar stool next to her. 

"I think I had better get home. Where's Tina?" her head seemed to weigh a 
ton as she looked over her shoulder at the room. 

Chuck got up; and rummaged behind the bar. He picked out a Scotch bottle and 
lumbered back around to Marge's side of the counter, setting the bottle in 
front of her. Last night he'd had a good time with Marge, but he was sure 
tonight was going to be terrific. She shouldn't have come back, he gloated 
... he unscrewed the Scotch bottle and put a little more liquor in her 
glass. "Tina's got a date tonight. But she'll call us down here as soon as 
the apartment's open." 

"A ... date? I can't go back there ... while she's with him?" 

"She'll call in a few hours, and I'll drive you over there. Just sit down in 
a booth ... you'll feel better soon," he slipped off his stool and pulled at 
her shoulder. 

Reluctantly, Marge slid down off the stool and settled limply in the wide 
couch-sized seat across from the bar. "That's much better," she smiled 
wanly. "For awhile there, I thought I was going to pass out!" 

Chuck sat down on the seat beside her. He rested his hand on the outside of 
her thigh. He could tell it made her suddenly nervous, and he chuckled at 
the reflexive way she brought the glass to her lips and took a deeper gulp 
than she'd probably meant to. 

"I shouldn't have any more," she looked at the glass irresolutely. "I feel 
very woozy." 

"If you have another sip that feeling'll disappear," he said reassuringly. 

He rested his hand more firmly on her thigh, felt the resilient flesh 
beneath his fingers. For the moment, she was mutely following his 
instructions, sipping again, while the alcohol sifted numbly through her 
brain. He drew the glass away from her and set it across the table ... she 
was already pretty far gone. He inched his hand farther up her thigh, until 
it was just below her adolescent pussy mound. 

He watched Marge as she made an effort to get up but - naturally enough - 
her body refused to respond to her mental command. So he curled his arms 
around her shoulders from behind. 

"I've got to leave!" she said, abruptly rising. Chuck grunted, he wasn't too 
concerned. Her legs had turned to pure liquid - alcohol - and she tottered 
back down on the cushioned seat in the deep, lounge-like booth. 

He laughed and drank some more Scotch. Then she frowned and he imitated her 
expression to distract her. Abruptly, he leaned so close he could feel her 
youthfully ripe breasts and startled breath against the side of his neck. 

"Please move back ... I'm just hanging on till I can go to Tina's. You said 
it'll be a few hours?" 

"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Tina's a prostitute." "A p-p ... ?" 

"Prostitute ... hooker," he said. "She's over there making it with some guy 
right now ... I plan to have a little fun myself... with your help, of 
course." 

"What?" 

Chuck felt her tremble as his lips, moist and sensuous, began to kiss her 
arm, nibbling at the sensitive goosebumps of flesh. She blinked uneasily, 
tentatively trying to pull away from him, but he clamped his hand firmly on 
her slender arm. 

Tonight he had the young student in a state where she couldn't struggle ... 
and this time he was going to make her like it. He began kissing her neck 
now, licking his tongue along the smoothly suntanned skin until he was 
caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried 
more resolutely to get up again, but he pulled her to him so that their lips 
met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth. 

"Oh!" she gasped in spite of herself. Now, he knew, was the moment to act, 
and suddenly he gripped her by her arms with all his considerable strength 
... then pushed her down gently until she lay flat on her back on the seat. 
"Nooooo," she moaned, trying to sit back up again, but he inched up until he 
was sitting between her body and the table. He leaned down over her, 
laughing and kissing her again. A sadistic thrill went through him as he 
looked down at her struggling body. She tried to sit up again, but he 
laughed and pushed her right back down. The overhead lights had been turned 
off, and only the red light behind the bar gave illumination. Its pale 
iridescence exaggerated the feminine contours of her ripe young body. He 
watched her eyes widen as they focused on the length of his long hard penis. 
It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting out against his slacks, a dark 
stain seeping through the material. 

The bartender lay his hand on her thigh and stroked it up her nakedly 
quivering leg. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as his 
fingers fluttered back down her thigh, she unclasped her hand, instinctively 
relaxing. The liquor she'd consumed all evening was suddenly exerting its 
full force on her. She was barely conscious enough to enjoy what he was 
doing - and her head fell back, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. 

Suddenly, his hands were at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, then 
unclasping her white lacy brassiere - it was so simple, Sterner thought; she 
looked at him dizzily, then gaped down at her large young breasts as he 
pulled off her brassiere, her eyes widening as her firm-fleshed mounds 
leaped free and jellied in front of his face. 

"What are you doing?" 

Sterner half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at the twin 
milk-white orbs. He made grunting sounds as he began to knead and suck the 
incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. The defenselessly intoxicated 
blonde cringed away from him, her half-naked body shuddering beneath him in 
the booth as he continued sucking her eagerly throbbing breasts, sliding the 
stiffening nipples up and down between his teeth in a slow tantalizing 
rhythm. 

"Pleeease!" she groaned. Feebly, she lifted her hands to his head ... but it 
didn't do her any good, she couldn't stop him now! 

Suddenly he pushed her hard down on her back and hovered over her on all 
fours. He reached behind to undo her shoes, then -hurrying, slid his fingers 
up under her short skirt, fastening them on the tight elastic waistband of 
her white bikini panties. Before she could murmur a protest, he was slowly 
peeling the skimpy nylon panties down her heaving body and off her legs. He 
threw them onto the carpeted floor behind them, and turned to her. 

"Lift up your legs." 

"You ... what?" 

"You've had enough to drink," he said as Marge glanced up at the almost 
empty glass on the table. 

"Please no ... move away!" 

"Open your legs ... wide. I want to see your pussy," he smiled lewdly. 

"Don't say things like that," Marge shuddered. "No one's ever talked like 
that to me." 

"Well now you've heard it," Sterner could feel his cock harden painfully at 
the sight of the helpless college student's curvaceous body, naked but for 
her skirt. Marge had turned him on from the start, but now that the sexy 
blonde was reduced to doll-like helplessness, he was even more charged with 
lust than he'd been last night. He put one hand firmly on her shoulder, 
keeping her back pinned down to the seat, and used the other to shove her 
short skirt all the way up to her tapering waistline. 

"Damn," he cursed softly. 

As though that would help her comprehend the situation, Marge squinted down 
at her naked white abdomen and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled lewdly below 
the bunched-up skirt at her waistline. Without warning, Chuck knelt farther 
down between her parting ankles. 

"No, I ... I'm going, now ... I'm all right, I've just got to get... out... 
of here!" Marge sputtered, but she was too dizzy from the alcohol to move. 
She tried desperately to sit up, but she couldn't. 

Sterner feasted his eyes on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair up 
between her legs. Almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees and 
forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her sleek inner thigh, feeling the 
young waitress shudder, and then sigh deeply: "What are you going to do?" 
She had the awful feeling she was about to lose her virginity. He chuckled. 
"I'm going to eat your pussy." 

Marge thought about that ... I'm going to eat your pussy, he'd said, but it 
took her a while for the thought to become coherent. 

Silence, then, "Please ... don't!" 

There was no answer. 

Marge felt his hot moist lips kiss her other thigh. His quivering tongue 
played against her naked skin as his hands worked the resilient thigh flesh 
of her legs. The helplessly intoxicated girl closed her eyes momentarily in 
fear, only to flick them open again when his finger grazed tentatively at 
her little pussy lips. God! Something seemed to flame up inside her, as 
though she'd taken another gulp of the strong liquor and it was flaming 
through her belly. 

The bartender slithered forward, down toward Marge's parting delectably 
moist cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther apart to 
reveal the pinkly glistening pussy flesh that beckoned him to lick there. 
"Jeeeeeeezus!" he gasped. 

Chuck's sudden indrawn breath recharged the sensual desires churning up 
through her belly. The young coed wished he'd get it over with - she 
couldn't stand much more excitement before she started to like it. She could 
feel Chuck's hands massaging her naked flesh as he spread her shaking legs 
wider to the point where she'd never be able to resist him. It would be 
impossible, she knew, to pull her legs back together even if she'd wanted 
to: he'd pinned her down too adroitly and she was just too drunk to fight 
it. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhh!" she murmured as an erotic jolt darted down her trembling 
inner thighs; Chuck's thumbs had pressed into her soft pussy rnound and were 
gently parting the blonde-framed lips of her cunt. 

He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed. 

"Oh, my God!" she cried. Sterner's voracious mouth had fastened on her tiny 
clitoris! She could feel the erect pleasure buds stiffening hotly in sudden 
delight! 

"Ahhh, no!" she gasped and struggled unsuccessfully to sit upright on the 
wide couch-like seat. "Don't do that, please! No one's ever done that to me 
before!" 

Chuck paid no attention to her voice at all. He'd begun a gentle sucking on 
her outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out in time to the incessant 
flickering of his tongue on her throbbingly swollen clitoris. 

"Stop ... God, stop it!" Marge shouted. "I don't want you. I don't want 
this!" She could feel every small thing he was doing to her; his hands 
massaged her passionately straining buttocks and thighs, while his hot eager 
mouth was kissing and caressing her inflamed cuntal lips. 

"Please no ... stop!" she gasped. 

Sparks of unwanted delight were charging throughout the sensitive nerve ends 
up between the helpless young blonde's opening thighs; then, without 
warning, his tongue - hot and quivering with a life of its own - shot like a 
darting insect into the warm liquid depths of her vagina. Down, down, his 
trembling tongue descended, even deeper till it was firmly lodged inside her 
moistening cunt. 

"Aaaaaagh! Please ... no!" she squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you 
can't do it. Never. God ... I don't want you tooooo ... Pleeeeeeease!" Her 
words drained off into incoherence. "Ohhhhhhh!" Sudder y, without volition, 
her churning abdomen rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth. 

Sterner grinned to himself. Christ! The studiously cool teenager finally'd 
come around, and now she was begging for it, even if she didn't realize she 
was begging. Her smooth white stomach churned like an obscene belly 
dancer's, meeting his skewering tongue with abandoned up thrusts of her 
pelvis. 

He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of 
disappointment. 

"That's it, Marge," he whispered through darkness. "Move your ass, squirm it 
up and down." 

He laughed to himself - the snobbish college kid was going to be a hot 
little number before the evening was over. He could feel her weakening with 
every twitch and quiver of her helplessly aroused young body! 

Marge tried to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her shoulders pressed 
down on the wide seat. She saw in the half-light her knees and naked thighs 
spread salaciously apart. "No," she said, trying to gather up her 
uncontrolled emotion. "Please, Chuck, no more. Nobody ever did this to me 
before! Please! OOOOOOH!" 

Sterner tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris, and she jumped as though 
she'd been slapped on her buttocks. "You mean no college guy's eaten your 
pretty little cunt? That's a goddamn shame, Marge." 

He bent his head forward to where his eyes glimmered at the soft pink lips 
of her vagina, fringed in the gauzy darkness by her sparse blonde pubic 
hair. His voice was weak, hoarse with desire, when he said: "That sure looks 
like good pussy." 

"Oh, God, stop!" Marge moaned with humiliation. Her own lusting young body 
was betraying her; it was racing at full speed in a forbidden direction, 
dragging her on toward succumbing to this man who'd already made her touch 
his penis till he came! 

"Oh!" she groaned again as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the 
soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose her tight little pussy hole. 
He breathed against her. She could feel his hot breath stimulating her 
clitoral bud, sending gusts of ecstasy up through her entire body. 

The teenager's body jerked responsively as once again his laving tongue 
returned to her widespread loins. This time he was increasingly obscene 
about it, licking her tightly puckered anal ring to her clitoris in one 
galvanizing sweep of his hotly vibrating tongue. A groan erupted from her 
throat, and once more she made an effort to escape, knowing she was within 
seconds of losing complete control. 

"Oooooooohhhh, no, please stop, stop, God ..." His wickedly probing tongue 
suddenly entered full-length into her tight virginal cunt, and she 
screamed... "Ahhhhhhh ..." 

Her mouth hung open, and her head tossed back and forth on the couch, 
streaming her long blonde hair in rivulets over the seat cushions. "Ohhhhh!" 
she moaned as his slavering tongue curled around her sensually erect 
clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vaginal 
lips. 

"Stop, Chuck ... please stop!" 

She felt his head shake negatively. Too late, it was too late! The sensation 
of his beard-growth against her straining inner thighs was enough to cause 
the floodgates to burst loose, releasing a tidal wave of passion through her 
love-starved young pussy. She raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt 
beneath his working tongue, her mind spinning out of control at the thought 
of the bartender eating her pussy. 

It was happening to her! She was being tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! It 
couldn't be true! 

Oh God! she thought, I'm being eaten alive! But nothing, nothing ... had 
ever felt so good before! 

Sterner was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly 
squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth; he squeezed her soft, 
resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding young womanhood. 

Marge knew she'd gone crazy. Once, her boyfriend, Jim, had mentioned oral 
sex, but there was never any thought of actually doing it! And now Chuck's 
salacious tongue was licking at her pussy and for some inexplicable reason, 
she just didn't care! She liked the bartender's insane cunt-sucking, his 
mouth and tongue were opening her to a world of shameless delight she'd 
never imagined existed. 

She was only vaguely aware when Sterner drew her slender legs up and around 
his neck. 

Marge's tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically beneath his touch. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she half-moaned, not finding words with which to protest against 
him ... "Ahhhhh!" 

Sterner felt the fight go out of the blonde college student and began 
licking more fervidly at her dilating little pussy. On and on he licked, 
slipping his tongue from her nibbling cuntal hole to her clitoris, 
deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending. 
He could see she was nearing her climax, though Marge herself had no idea 
what was in store for her. She couldn't have guessed anything so fantastic - 
so devastating - was about to happen ... 

Marge lay there feeling the pleasure drift over her in soft oscillating 
waves that caused her belly to ripple, her thighs to quiver in lewd abandon. 
Her tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for a fulfillment 
she'd never before experienced. 

"Ooooooooh, Goooooddddd! It's soooo goooooooood," she crooned down at 
Chuck's fiendishly bobbing head. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" 

Suddenly, the strain of Sterner's oral lovemaking had become too much! She 
tightened her trembling legs around his neck in a suffocating grip and her 
heatedly spasming belly convulsed. She felt a sudden weakness in her legs as 
Sterner's tongue stabbed repeatedly up into her thirstily contracting cuntal 
depths. Just one more plunge ... one more delectable thrust of his tongue, 
and then ... 

An abrupt slash of pleasure went lightning-like through her spasming thighs 
... she lifted her buttocks, slapping her pelvis hard up against Chuck's 
face. One quick skewer of his plunging tongue - then another - and Marge was 
there, falling over the brink into dazzling orgasm. 

"UUUuuuuaaaagggghhhh!" she cried as again and again his stabbing tongue 
reamed into her climaxing young pussy, drawing out the sensation into 
uncontrolled throbs that seemed to go on without end. 

Marge was so caught up in her own orgasm that she didn't notice the 
bartender cumming. He watched intently as she jerked and squirmed, impaled 
on the last thrusts of his tongue, then unzipped his pants, feeling himself 
climaxing from sheer excitement alone... his lewd mastery over the young 
blonde had a strong effect on him ... and he barely got his excited cock out 
of his pants before it exploded in an obscene jet stream against the backs 
of her uplifted legs. 

"Uhhh!" Marge heard him grunt and felt the hot liquid shoot against her 
skin. 

It caught her by surprise, but by the time she had pulled herself up in the 
booth, he was grinning and moving back to the bar, getting ready to take her 
to Tina's ... 

 Chapter Three 

The late afternoon sun shone bright and beautiful, but Marge could hardly 
enjoy it. She buried her head beneath the satin-case pillow to shut out the 
strong sunlight that had awakened her. Last night lingered like a nightmare 
in her head, and - physically - she felt terrible. She could vaguely 
remember Chuck dropping her off early in the morning, then she recalled how 
he'd licked her eagerly moistening little pussy. God! she thought, turning 
face down into the mattress, so that was what an orgasm was like! It had 
been the first time she'd experienced one and it had absolutely blown her 
mind. Not that she wanted to do it again, especially not with Chuck; 
nevertheless, it had been something to remember. 

She peeked cautiously out at the young hooker's expensive apartment - the 
room went into a tailspin, and she could feel the unmistakable signs of 
nausea coming on. I've got to get out of here, she thought, this is too 
weird... it might even be dangerous. Then she sensed another presence in the 
room ... 

"Good morning," Tina said from the edge of the bed. 

"Oh ... I feel... just awful," Marge managed to roll over on her back and 
open her eyes. 

"Here, drink this," Tina thrust a glass of tomato juice at her. "You've 
slept through the entire day. It's past six o'clock." 

"This isn't tomato juice," Marge managed to sit up and take a sip. 

"No, it's a Bloody Mary," Tina rose up from the bed. "And it'll make you 
feel much better." 

"I can't drink any more," Marge swung her legs over the side of the bed and 
placed the glass on the bed table. "I'm hung-over." 

"Well, have your hangover tomorrow," the redhead winked from where she was 
removing a sheath dress from a hanger in the closet. "We're going out 
tonight... You can wear this. Your clothes are rumpled from being in the 
suitcases." 

Reflexively, Marge took a sip from the Bloody Mary. "I don't want to go 
out." 

"Marge, will you please stop whining and put this on. Sunday is my only 
night off! We're going out with my boyfriend and a friend of his ... " 

Tina walked out of the room and Marge was left standing with the Bloody Mary 
in one hand and the sheath dress hanging over her other arm. She took a 
deeper gulp and put the glass on the table again. 

Through the open door, she thought she could make out glimpses of two men 
moving around the living room. She hated walking down the hall past them in 
her shorty pajamas, but there was no other way to get to the bathroom 
without further bothering Tina for a robe. She showered in the bathroom, 
slipped into the dress, and ran a comb through her hair. It'd be interesting 
to see what kind of boyfriend Tina had, she encouraged herself... since she 
had to go out anyway. 

When she came back a half hour later, they were standing at the front door 
and Tina was looking at her watch. 

"Marge, this is my boyfriend, Larry, and this is a friend of his, Steve." 

"Hi," Marge mumbled groggily, but no one seemed to notice - Tina was already 
leading the way out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. 

Marge got her first good look at Steve when they walked out to Larry's new 
Plymouth. He was dark-haired and tall, probably over six feet, and not bad 
looking. Better than Larry, she told herself. 

Tina took Marge's arm as the two men moved in front of them down the 
sidewalk. "God, I'm dying for something to eat," she called ahead. 

"We can stop at. Jackson's," Larry's voice drifted back in answer. 

"What do you think of Steve?" Tina whispered in Marge's ear. 

"He's all right. I hardly know him so far," Marge shrugged. 

"Oh, come on," Tina smiled. "It's only a date. You don't have to marry him." 

"Okay," Marge said, hurrying after Tina who'd walked ahead with the guys. 

When Steve wrapped his arm around her after she'd gotten into the back seat, 
she gave a stir but couldn't pull over all the way to the opposite window 
without seeming obvious. To say the least, the situation was awkward. Tina 
was putting Marge up at her apartment, and the young blonde didn't want to 
appear ungrateful. And she also didn't want the redhead to know she was 
still a virgin - nobody was nowadays. Suddenly, Marge's desire to remain a 
virgin - in case the lawyer or doctor she wanted to marry expected a virgin 
- seemed really small-time. In spite of herself, Marge was impressed by Tina 
- at twenty-five she had everything Marge'd ever dreamed of possessing. 
Tina's expensive apartment, and the stylish way she dressed were symbols of 
a fashionably sophisticated life Marge'd often fantasized about, but never 
imagined she'd enjoy herself until she was practically ancient! 

Marge didn't know Jackson's, but it was a tavern on the edge of town as Tina 
explained when they were in the car. They were already spinning through the 
fading sunlight past wheat fields out on the highway. By the time they got 
there, it was night. The young blonde didn't understand how a tavern could 
be open on Sunday, but the darkened front and drinks in paper cups pretty 
much answered her question. 

A jazz group was playing on the platform in the center of the room as they 
munched on hamburgers and french fries. "The musicians come here to play on 
Sundays ... when all the other clubs are closed up," Tina poured Seven-Up 
into the second paper cup of scotch the waitress had brought her. 

"Are you a musician?" Marge asked Steve. 

"I play at the Gaslight Lounge. Larry works with me - he plays the piano." 

Marge's heard of the Gaslight, but she'd never been there. It was a 
nightclub. 

"Yeah, I'm also the number one flute salesman at the University Music Shop. 
Got to support my wife and kids. You ever need a flute, you come to see me," 
Larry was moving up from the table. 

The two men walked across the room and began talking with the other 
musicians on the platform. 

Wife and kids! Marge thought. She took a deep pull on her scotch and hoped 
Steve wasn't married, too - not that she ever expected to see him again. 

"He's got a hard life ... working two jobs. He only sleeps three hours a 
night," Tina informed her. 

Marge slinked back into the booth and sipped at her drink. She should have 
known that Tina -a prostitute - couldn't be satisfied with an ordinary 
boyfriend like anyone else. She looked around the bar and hoped there wasn't 
anyone present who might recognize the unfaithful husband. She could ask if 
Steve was married, but if he was, she decided - she didn't want to know 
about it. 

Now Steve and Larry had replaced the two other musicians, and the group 
began playing again. Marge gulped at her drink restlessly. She might have 
known, hanging out with Tina, that she'd never meet anyone that even 
remotely, she had anything in common with. 

The musicians played three sets in a row while she talked to Tina. About 
nine o'clock Tina turned to her. 

"One of my girlfriends used to go with Steve," Tina was halfway through her 
fourth drink while Marge still sipped her second. 

"He's supposed to be very sexy ... not that you have to go to bed with him 
if you don't want to." 

"I don't want to!" Marge almost bit her glass. 

"Still, he's awfully good-looking, don't you think?" Tina said defensively. 
"He's one of those body building champions." 

"He's okay." 

"God, I don't know what you're looking for, but I sure hope you find him ... 
Now Larry, thinks he looks an awful lot like Paul Newman." 

Marge looked up as the two men returned to the table. It was break time and 
all the musicians were charging back to the booths for fresh drinks. Marge 
watched glumly as Larry and Steve pulled up chairs. She looked at her watch 
- they'd been there almost three hours. 

"I don't know about you girls, but I'm about ready to hit the sack. What 'ya 
say we head back to Tina's?" Larry pulled affectionately on Tina's long red 
hair. 

"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Marge spoke up before Tina could say she 
wanted to stay. "I've got a nine o'clock class in the morning." 

"Right, I'm tired too," Tina agreed to her surprise. 

Steve didn't seem to mind so they finished a quick fourth round of drinks 
and walked out to the car. Marge was already thinking ahead to tomorrow - 
she couldn't be wasting time like this much longer before she got way behind 
in her school work. 

She came to as the big car crunched up the gravel drive in front of Tina's 
place. It must have been later than she thought, for there were only five or 
six lights twinkling in the big six-story circular apartment building. 

"Well, good night," Marge murmured, but no one responded. 

She blinked as both men stepped out of the car on the opposite side. When 
she looked back, Tina was locking the doors from the inside and motioning 
Marge out after Steve. She didn't know what to say as the whole group headed 
up the wide marble steps into the apartment foyer and rode silently up in 
the elevator. She hoped the two men were just coming up for a nightcap ... 

"Marge, you know what's on television at eleven?" Steve looked at his watch 
and laid out his other arm over her shoulder as they walked down the hall. 

"No," Marge said unenthusiastically. 

Tina unlocked the apartment door, flicked on the overhead light, and they 
all piled in. Then the redhead took off for the kitchen - for more drinks, 
Marge guessed - and Larry turned on the television. A talk show - in color - 
flashed on the screen. 

"I never watch the late show," Marge sat down wearily on the arm of the 
sofa, hoping someone would get the hint. "I've got this damn nine o'clock 
class in the morning." 

"I went to college a year," Steve sat down on the end of the sofa 
immediately below her and laid his arm around her hips, his hand coming to 
rest on her thigh. 

Marge shifted slightly forward until his hand slipped away. Glancing over at 
his dark hair, she couldn't escape the obvious - he wasn't hanging around 
because of her charming personality. She'd never been on a date where she'd 
talked so little to her escort. All night long, she'd ignored the handsome 
dark-haired musician - to the point of rudeness. 

"You guys really went through my liquor stock," Tina bubbled into the room 
with a tray of four beers and glasses. "All I've got left is this stuff." 

"It'll do, it'll do," Larry stretched out on the thick carpet and propped a 
few sofa cushions under his head. Tina brought the tray around to Marge and 
Steve then lay down on the floor next to her boyfriend, her short skirt 
hiking right up to the top of her thighs. Propping herself up on one elbow, 
she poured their beers then ran the cold bottom of the glass over his 
forehead before she handed it to him. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good, good," he closed his eyes. 

Marge had forgotten momentarily that Larry was a married man. Now she gulped 
at her beer and looked embarrassedly away. She guessed she should get up and 
excuse herself, saying she had classes in the morning - but she couldn't be 
that rude. 

"Why don't you sit down here," Steve's hand was back on her thigh, and she 
jumped, startled. He patted the cushion next to him on the sofa. "Isn't it a 
little uncomfortable up there?" 

"Well ..." Marge got up reluctantly and sat down beside him - but not too 
close. Now that she'd taken the beer, she'd look ridiculous drinking it on 
the armrest. 

"Oh, I hate that blabbermouth," Tina groaned at the woman guest star just 
coming on. 

She was stroking her hands through Larry's hair, and Marge looked away 
disapprovingly. There was only one thing she could say for Steve - he was 
quiet and didn't seem to be the pushy type - like the married man who was 
lounging so guiltlessly on Tina's carpet. He was good-looking, and she felt 
an involuntary" little thrill pass through her as she suddenly became 
conscious of his large, muscular body breathing beside her. 

"Turn over on your stomach, honey," Tina shifted her attention from the TV 
to Larry beside her. "I'll give you a back rub ..." 

"That sounds like a good idea," he rolled over, propping his chin on the 
pillow and staring at Marge and Steve on the couch. 

Marge pretended she didn't notice, but it was difficult with the two of them 
glancing up at her. As Tina massaged Larry's broad, thick shoulders, the 
redhead smiled proudly. She squeezed and stroked his shoulders gently at 
first, then put more effort into her movements: her breasts softry jiggled 
in two firm bulges brushing against his back when she pressed her palms flat 
against his shoulder blades. 

"Jesus ... that's goooooood," the blond-haired man reached around and 
caressed Tina's naked thigh. 

The redhead waitress spread her slender legs and pulled up so she was 
astride Larry's muscular buttocks. From that position she had complete 
access to his back ... Her short skirt rode up above her milk-white thighs, 
revealing the black wispy triangle of her panties. Marge feigned interest in 
the television talk show, but she couldn't keep her eyes off Tina who was 
grinding her pelvis salaciously against Larry's slightly upraised buttocks 
as she stroked his back. 

"That looks like fun," Steve said. "You ever give back rubs?" 

"I'm afraid not ... it's not something I do ordinarily," Marge said. "I 
mean, I never learned how." 

"Steve .,..?" the redhead glanced up at Marge's date. "Put something soft on 
the stereo, and ... please shut off the boob-tube." 

Steve grunted and stood up. From Marge's sitting position, the musician 
looked enormous. She watched him lope across the carpet to the record player 
and put on a light classical LP; he grinned at Marge, and she felt an 
involuntary little thrill in her belly again ... It wasn't anything she 
could help, but Tina's suggestive movements as she kneaded Larry's 
well-built shoulders, plus the drinks she'd had, put her in a sexy mood. 

"Rub lower down ... you know what I mean?" Larry squinched upon his elbows. 

"You mean like this?" Tina let her hands drift to the piano player's lower 
back. She kneaded and massaged just above his buttocks, and then cupped her 
hands around his lean hips. 

"Yeah ... like that... damn ... " Larry winked at Marge whose pretty face 
crimsoned with embarrassment. 

Steve was fixing drinks at Tina's bar. He'd forgotten to turn off the TV, 
but the music on the stereo drowned out the sound. He brought the refills to 
the couch and handed Marge hers; he looked down for a moment at Tina and 
Larry, then dropped to his haunches on the carpet. "C'mon ..." he nodded up 
at Marge. "You do the same for me!" 

"Please... I'm sort of inhibited, and I'm really tired," she said. 

"Then, well... I don't know. We might as well leave Tina and Larry by 
themselves," he stood up. 

Marge was relieved Steve didn't insist she give him a back rub. They 
returned to the kitchen and Steve heated up coffee from some leftover dregs. 
Even if he wasn't as intellectual as most of her friends, she decided she 
liked Steve. He seemed pleasant which was more than she could say for Chuck 
Sterner, and she felt relieved not to have to fight him off her young body - 
there was nothing she hated more than being fondled and pawed to death when 
she wasn't in the mood. 

"You known Tina for a long time?" he poured a dash of bourbon into her 
coffee. 

"It's a long story," she smiled over her cup. "I left the dorm yesterday and 
didn't have any place else to go." 

"No bread, huh?" 

"That's the way it is," she sipped at the stimulating black brew. 

"College is a drag ..,. I never could get my head together over these 
books." 

"That's never been my problem," she admitted. "But I'm always in a mess 
about money ..." 

They sat at the dinette table for a long time; then Steve said, "Let's go 
back into the living room. I'd like to listen to a little music." 

Marge no longer felt Uncomfortable, even though Tina's relationship with 
Larry seemed a little strange. With the bass player she had a sense of 
security - Steve was manly and gentle, but she was worried he was drinking 
too much. 

"Guess this wasn't such a bright idea," he turned to us as they pushed 
through the kitchen door into the living room. 

Larry had stripped down to his shorts and Tina had taken off her blouse. The 
lights had been turned down low and so at first Marge didn't notice them as 
she and Steve came out of the kitchen. 

"We're sort of barging in on them," Steve put his arm around her shoulder as 
they turned back into the kitchen. 

"Well, good night," she smiled. "This means it's time to go to bed." 

"Hell, aren't we...?" 

"I'm sorry, but I'm tired. It's been a nice evening," she said. 

"For God's sakes, aren't we going to make it?" he paled with astonishment. 

"I really didn't have that in mind," she laughed. It was funny how he'd 
mentioned it almost casually, Marge thought. 

"I figured ... you know, you're Tina's friend," he took a quick pull from 
the bottle of bourbon. 

Marge blushed uncontrollably as his eyes ran up and down her curvaceous 
young body. The way Steve made love to her visually, practically 

X-raying through her tight dress, sent a forbidden tingle into her virginal 
young belly. 

"Maybe you'd like to give it a try," Steve chuckled. 

"No thanks," she said. 

"Think about it," he said, his speech slightly slurred with alcohol. 

"I am Tina's friend, but still ..." "You're not a virgin?" 

She was embarrassed to tell him the truth. "No," she lied. 

"Then, what's the hassle?" he grazed the ridges of his fingers softly across 
her cheek. 

"Nothing. I just don't feel like it," she said. 

Steve reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "You know what you are?" he 
said. "A little cock-tease!" 

"Let go!" she could feel his grip tightening around her hand. 

"Bet you've never been screwed before," he smiled drunkenly. 

"Nonsense," she said. "Besides... it's none of your business." 

"That lovely little pussy ... I wonder if it's blonde like your hair. 
There's only one way to tell if it's natural." 

He let go of her hand and polished off the bourbon. From the next room, she 
could hear low moans below the stereo music. She couldn't go to Tina; that'd 
be ridiculous, Marge realized as she moved across the kitchen into the hall 
leading to the bedrooms. 

"Wait! I'm coming with you," he said. 

Marge exited down the hall toward the guest room with Steve following. As 
she stepped into the bedroom, he shoved ahead in front of her, snapping on 
the light... Suddenly, he had turned and was pressing his chest hard against 
her jutting young breasts. "C'mon ..." he said. "You want it as bad as I 
do!" 

Marge started - Steve's hand fell on her thigh below her short skirt. 

A defenseless little shudder went through Marge's legs. "No! Please!" 

The musician's hand caressed her trembling thigh and tiny goose bumps rose 
on her skin; she tensed, trying to pull her leg away, but it was useless. 
His groping fingers dug hard into her quivering thigh flesh, drawing painful 
welts from its smooth surface. "Ouch! That hurts!" she cried. 

"What's the matter, baby?" he moved his hand up from her sleek inner thigh 
almost to the tight leg band of her panties. 

"C'mon, let me go," she whimpered. Again, there were moans from the living 
room, this time louder and higher pitched. God ... it was Tina! The 
redheaded waitress was making love to Larry while Steve was intent on doing 
it to her ... 

She lurched backward farther into the bedroom, and he grabbed her, shoving 
the trembling college student against the bureau.. She fell to the side, 
knocking a vase of flowers to the floor, then struggled meaninglessly to 
squirm away from his chest pressing up against her breasts. 

"Maybe you've had too much to drink," she reprimanded him. 

Steve's hands holding her arms slid to her quivering breasts. "Hell... you 
fuck, just like Tina!" 

The ominous possibilities of the situation suddenly dawned on Marge; she'd 
refused to go to bed with him, and he'd mistaken her reluctance as an 
insult. She did like him, but she certainly didn't want to lose her 
virginity to a man whom she'd known for just a few short hours. "You must be 
reasonable," she said, leaning back against the dresser. 

"You'll like it, honey, I know you will," he squeezed the ripe fullness of 
her left breast. 

Suddenly she was being lifted up in his strong arms and carried bodily 
across the room. She writhed, kicked and screamed, but resisting him was 
pointless. She was tossed onto the bed and before she could spring off the 
mattress he fell heavily down beside her. 

"Steve, let me go this instant," she cried as his big hands firmly seized 
her by the shoulders. 

Her command irritated him all the more. Throughout the night he'd been 
counting on fucking the sexy young coed, and now _he'd discovered that 
hadn't been Marge's intention at all. He'd surmised the blonde was as free 
with her favors as Was Tina - but now, realizing that that wasn't the case, 
he'd become even more excited. 

"C'mon . , . Pleeeeeease!" She struggled helplessly beneath him. Steve, 
clasped his fingers on the zipper of her dress, unzipping it in one 
movement... then tore at her lacy white brassiere to reveal her lushly 
swaying young breasts. 

He threw the brassiere on the floor and she gaped down at her suddenly naked 
upper body. 

Merge managed to break loose and slide from the bed, but he was immediately 
up after her, backing her against the bedroom curtains. "Oh ... no, Steve, 
don't!" 

The musician's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her 
slender arm to one side so that her firm young breasts leaped free and 
bounced up in front of her face. He sighed deeply as he stared at the round 
fleshed mounds; they peaked up at him like twin moons, her small pink 
nipples hardening with their sudden exposure to the cool night air. 

"I don't like you ... you're just like Tina's friend," she spat at him. "All 
you're after is sex ... " 

It was with an animal savagery that he stepped forward and locked one burly 
arm around the terrified girl's slender waist. He squeezed, forcing her to 
bend over backward away from him. Marge tried to protest but his other hand 
was clamped over her mouth with painful strength. Her head was forced back 
to where it collided with the window frame. 

She was pinned between Steve's hard-pressing body and the window, bent 
backward from the narrowness of her waist while her half-moon breasts bobbed 
nakedly free and tilted up to where his hungry mouth could ravish them. He 
was close to going berserk as he greedily licked at the distended little 
nipples. Clamping his voracious mouth over them, he sucked hard and then bit 
down cruelly on them, feeling the berry-like buds respond, growing tautly 
bulleted as he rolled them around with his tongue and teeth. 

The young student struggled with all her might, but her frantic squirming 
only seemed to excite the drunken musician to more brutality and worsen her 
position. His powerful hips ground savagely into hers, and she could feel 
the rapidly growing hardness of his cock straining under his pants. Her head 
was forced back, her naked breasts tilted sensuously toward the ceiling and 
glistening moistly in the soft light. Her heaving mounds were moist with his 
hot saliva as his hungrily sucking mouth darted from one erect little nipple 
to the other. 

The struggling coed was able to turn her head to one side, freeing her mouth 
from his restraining hand. "Steve! Stop! I'll call Tina ... you just - " 

"Look, I waited all night for this," he roared back at her, gaping hungrily 
at her full-fleshed young breasts. "Tina's always set me up with chicks ... 
what's the matter with you?" 

Marge stood against the window completely naked to the waist, her fearfully 
swelling mounds heaving as she gasped for breath. She tried not to move ... 
not to startle him. Steve's sudden change in mood threw her into a state of 
shock. One moment he'd been tender ... and then he'd turned into a roaring 
animal. He'd been drinking much more than she'd realized ... he'd probably 
had all this in mind since they'd met that afternoon. 

"Steve, wait a minute. I am a virgin! Don't force yourself on me ... " 

The young student screamed involuntarily as the solidly built man seized her 
by the wrists and, with a strength she never dreamed anyone possessed, 
pulled her to him, then snapped her out across the room, hurtling her 
half-naked body toward the bed. He threw her with incredible strength, 
tossed her as though she were a child on the end of crack-the-whip. She 
literally flew through the air until her knees hit the edge of the bed and 
the momentum flung her forward - down on her sobbing face and stomach to the 
mattress. 

She bounced up on her knees from the sudden impact, but he was on her from 
the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping on the back of her neck like 
painful steel bands. He tightened his grip. A fearful wail came out of her 
throat as he forced her face down onto the bed. His other hand groped for 
her skirt; she heard it rip as he impatiently clawed away at it until he'd 
torn every last shred of her dress and tiny bikini panties from her 
squirming young thighs. 

Now the frightened blonde was completely naked and pinned helplessly down on 
the bed, the covers rubbing against her spiked-out nipples, already 
extraordinarily sensitive from his biting and sucking. Steve breathed 
heavily; he'd never made a virgin before. She'd have given up long ago if 
she wasn't really a virgin. The thought drove him crazy, and a horny 
wildness coursed through the young man's blood and surged into the 
throbbing, iron-hard head of his cock that now was pounding so fiercely that 
it ached. 

He looked down at Tina's young roommate, at the hollow of her back and the 
way it arched up to where her shoulder blades curved out like incipient 
angel's wings. He stared, almost drooling, at the cream-like whiteness of 
her flesh, at its molded fullness, especially at the wonderfully extravagant 
way her ripely contoured ass-cheeks blossomed into twin mounds of trembling 
succulent softness before his eyes. 

"Dammmmmmmmm!" An obscene sound of animal hunger came out of his throat as 
he lifted her head from the bed, causing her to arch her back even more so 
that two tiny dimples appeared in the middle of her fearfully quivering 
buttocks. 

With his mouth twisted into a drunken smile 

Steve watched the helplessly pinioned young girl work her hands and arms 
under her lush young breasts and push up slightly, taking some of the 
pressure off her tortured neck. She winced and tried to hold her neck erect 
as she gasped, "Steve ... you ... you're hurting meeeee!" 

It was a plea that ended in a squeal - Steve was hurting her; his neck-hold 
was pressing against her nerves, and she had to have some relief. She pushed 
against the bed with her hands and lifted her body a little more. In doing 
so, her melon-like breasts were tightly squeezed between her arms, creating 
a deep shadowed cleavage. 

Steve stared down almost mesmerized at the sculpted cheeks of her buttocks 
and the darkly inviting crevice separating them. Watching them move and 
tense with Marge's struggles to relieve the neck pressure, the aroused 
musician gloated: he saw her muscles ripple and her rounded ass-cheeks 
become firm and full, then relax, and become firm and full again! 

He was completely drunk now and driven by a real sadistic abandon. Kneeling 
over Marge's nakedly tormented body, he hooked a hand between her tightly 
clenched legs, holding his middle finger outstretched like a matador's 
sword, he drove it up between her thighs while he held her pinned in place 
face down with his iron grip on her neck. 

"Steveeeeee! God! Pleeeeeaaaaassssseee!" 

Alcohol drifted like smoke over his brain, and his temples pounded with a 
brutal, sensual need. He let go of Marge and lurched backward, losing his 
balance and staggering like a punch-drunk fighter as he took off his shirt. 

Marge spun on the bed to face him, kneeling with her arms crossed over her 
fearfully quivering breasts, her long blonde hair hanging down like spun 
gold licking at her shoulders. Her hair framed her face in loose strands 
which gave her features a wontonly tousled look. Her arms crossed over her 
voluptuous breasts only drew attention to their fleshy fullness as they 
swelled into tantalizing warm mounds crushed upward. 

"Look ... you've got to understand ... I'm not like Tina, I don't want to 
make love to you!" She shrank away from him, really afraid now, her neck 
hurting while her eyes darted around looking for an escape. She must get 
through to him or get away. He was berserk, wild, not the same man she'd met 
just a few hours before. 

He tossed his shirt away, feeling his body covered with sweat from his 
sexual desire. He grinned at Marge as he took off his pants. He liked to see 
her afraid - he enjoyed watching her cowering in fright before him, her 
thighs rigidly closed together, her sparse blonde pussy hair wedged tight at 
the "vee" of her cringing little cunt, her breasts all swelled up as he saw 
the two halos of her pink nipples peeking like two inquisitive eyes over the 
edge of her protecting arms. 

"Tina ... help meeeee!" she cried, but the only answer was the sound of the 
stereo turned up louder. 

Steve paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked lewdly in his shorts. Then he 
yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it over his 
distended, menacingly erect penis. 

It seemed huge! 

Marge was suddenly more frightened than she had ever been before in her life 
as she looked at his massively rigid hardness. Before, with Sterner, she'd 
been astonished at the size a penis could grow to ... but this ... was 
incredible. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more 
blood to the already swollen head that was bulging a plum-colored red. His 
pulsing cock-tip was spread like a cobra's head and shone in the half-light 
with its smooth swelling thickness. His aching rigidity hung away from his 
body aiid swung heavily toward her, as though it were sensing her - about to 
strike! 

His sperm-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her, a frightening 
specimen of masculine sexuality with his rippling stomach muscles layered 
like Roman armor and his hair-covered chest tapering in a "vee" to his lean 
hips, and the veins standing out on his biceps and oak-like arms. Abruptly, 
a shudder of involuntary admiration combined with fear went through the 
cringing young blonde. 

With a roar, the jazz musician was over her, twisting her defenselessly 
naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of 
her with a crash that made little stars explode in the room before her eyes 
as she felt the breath knocked out of her and the pain - like a network of 
nerves - spread through her chest and stomach. 

With another roar, his brutally wet mouth cut off her scream by locking onto 
hers, crushing her full sensuous lips, bruising them as he ground fiercely 
down and his tongue wormed its hot way up into her mouth. Marge fought to 
catch her breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate as she felt his full 
weight and the long hot hardness of his cock pulsating against her fearfully 
cringing belly. 

Tears brimmed her eyes as he forced her long slender legs apart, bruising 
and pinching the sensitive silken flesh of her smooth inner thighs. He 
forced her legs wider still until the muscle cords stood out like 
alabaster-colored cables along her upper thighs. With all her strength, she 
pulled her mouth free and sobbed ... "Oh ... God, Steve, think what you're 
doing ..." 

A stinging slap was his only answer. 

She never saw the blow, only felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with 
pain. She gasped for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out, almost 
hoping for unconsciousness. 

With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned girl's wrists 
again, forcing them up and back over her head. Then she felt his cock, the 
heatedly throbbing head of it like some jerking wild thing at the entrance 
to her fear-tensed vagina. The terrified teenager shut her eyes and tightly 
contracted her cuntal muscles in an effort to prevent his cock-head from 
penetrating her. The pressure of his penis shoving up against her virginal 
pussy opening was agony, which built... then became a searing firebrand of 
torture. 

"AAAAARRRRRGHHHH!" she moaned. 

Suddenly, his thickly insistent cock-head plowed forward, easily spreading 
her defenseless vaginal lips; they parted reluctantly under the sheer power 
of his thrust. Steve lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly 
conjoined bodies. His excitedly pulsating penis was poised, its sheath 
pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the 
life-giving blood that throbbed and pounded in it. With something akin to 
wonder he saw the swollen cock-head was almost completely covered by her 
wide-stretched, hair-lined pussy-lips that had so reluctantly separated to 
make room for his invading thickness. 

Her entire vaginal furrow was pulsing in fear as he thrust his lust-enlarged 
penis forward. He saw her pussy-lips part and fold inward under the force of 
his entry; the tiny pink bud of her little clitoris was revealed, standing 
proudly erect and throbbing in its own moist valley. 

Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort. He thrust his hips forward, 
causing the captive young blonde to cry out in agony as his penetrating cock 
- like a thick telephone pole - disappeared up into her virginally tight 
cuntal opening. 

"Oooooooh!" Marge felt her trembling thighs being spread even more painfully 
apart. She gave another bird-like cry of distress that was followed by an 
answering stab up in her belly. 

He thrust again, and she felt something give; the pressure of his powerful 
dick had plundered through the membrane of her maidenhead, and she felt weak 
and dizzy for a moment. 

"Ohhhh, nooooo! Godddd!" she moaned. The impaling plunge of his hard 
dominating penis up into her no-longer-virginal pussy forced her quaking 
buttocks to clench in and her legs to jerk up in the air. A sudden 
masochistic thrill went through her: yes ... she had finally lost it, now 
there was no turning back! 

The musician began lunging and withdrawing with an ox-like strength, 
brutally and lewdly fucking into her tight little cunt, sawing heedlessly 
away with his wetly glistening penis, so thick and veined. 

Marge felt the skewering pain melt into strange fluttering sensations deep 
up inside her; Steve's fucking was merciless and wild, and his hands were 
all over the young coed's body. He pinched and massaged her palpitatingly 
erect nipples and breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach as his hands 
raced across her trembling flesh. He was raping her! He'd taken her 
virginity - and now, she knew with a shudder, something was beginning to 
respond inside her and she could do nothing to stop it. She was near 
hysteria, but she really didn't want to scream and get Tina's help. All she 
wanted was that the devilishly teasing sensation up in her cock-filled young 
pussy would stop ... 

But it didn't! Marge's stiffened, as the last bit of pain became pleasure, 
and his brutal body slammed down to fit snugly next to hers. Desperately, 
she clenched her eyes shut, fighting against the primitive feeling with all 
her strength. 

"Goddamn, you're luscious!" he hissed into her ear. "You're even better than 
Tina ..." 

"Ooooh, don't! Please stop doing it, pleeez!" Marge whimpered as she felt 
the deliciously wanton feelings rippling across her skin. He began thrusting 
more rapidly up into her dilating pussy, the velvety smooth walls of her 
vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigidly impaling cock until 
she could feel every inch of his pulsing hardness. "Nooooo!" she moaned ... 
still protesting, but wanting it more than she'd ever desired anything in 
her life. She had never known anything like this before ... her emotions 
see-sawed between guilt and white-hot lust. 

"I knew it'd only take a while ... you've been without sex too damn long, 
and now you want it ... need it!" he spat down at her. "Oh, no, I don't... 
you can't make me!" But 

Marge knew she was the loser. She screwed up her hips tight against the 
musician's pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing swelling of his balls 
pressed into the wetly stretched anal crevice below her vagina. The soft, 
hair-covered testicle sac danced teasingly against her sensitive outer 
rectal ring, sending lewd shivers surging through her nerve ends. 

"That's it, honey, fuck me, c'mon," hei commanded. 

"Uuuuuuuugh," she swooned, trying toj withhold one last shred of her 
self-respect ... but, it was too late! "Ooooh, yesss!" she gasped. There was 
no holding back, it was like her body had become something animal - surely 
she was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath his thickly 
plunging cock. "Yeeessss, give it to meeeeee!" Marge spread her quivering 
legs wide apart and then pulled them up to her own shoulders, bending them 
at the knees and spurring him like a wild stallion with her heels digging 
into hard-muscled buttocks. 

She was vaguely aware of someone entering the bedroom, but nothing mattered 
now except Steve driving his penis rhythmically into her cunt from above. 

"Look at Marge. Christ, she's really tuned on," a feminine voice said. 

The puzzling voice continued to speak softly, but it didn't matter. Marge 
couldn't stop now and her head tossed from side to side, her mouth open in 
slavish abandon. Like a savage beast Steve smashed his heavy body down on 
her undulating curves, pushing her breasts tightly back against her chest. 
His cock plunged up into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, 
pushing her unresisting vaginal flesh before its burgeoning head. Her cunt 
clasped around his thickening penis, wetly devouring its ever-growing length 
to the very hilt. She groaned in relief at his wonderful rigidity filling 
her stretched passage as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her 
obscenely grinding cunt. 

"Fuck him back like that, Marge ... yesss, now doesn't that feel gooood?" 
She recognized Tina's voice. 

"Tina!" Marge murmured ... "Yessss, oh, God! It does!" she admitted in her 
crazy passion. 

She was heading towards orgasm - she was almost ready to cum and could not 
stop now, even if she'd wanted to! Sweat was pouring from her body as she 
strove wildly for the end - just an infinitesimal second away. 

And then - then - it happened. 

"I ... I'm cumming: Oh God, I'm cummmmmming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she 
pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. "I'm cummmmmmming! 
Ahhhhhhhgggggghhhhhh!" 

Her hands darted behind Steve's driving buttocks, pulling him deeper and 
deeper up into her convulsing cunt. Her cum flowed out around his 
still-thrusting cock, seeping down the sweating crevice of her buttocks and 
flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-gripped 
ass-cheeks. 

"I'm cumming, too!" Steve groaned from above. She could feel his lewdly 
molten sperm shooting deep up into her spasming womb, mixing with her own 
orgasmic juices. Her head whirled as the powerful fiery squirts streamed 
wildly up into her, filling her to the bursting point with his steadily 
ejaculating cum. The tight wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth, 
until Marge's young body was drained of everything and her limbs collapsed 
loosely as Steve's grip on her legs was released and he fell heavily on top 
of her. 

They lay there panting for several moments before she became aware again of 
the other people in the room. Now she turned her head and saw her roommate 
splayed out nakedly on the other side of the bed. Larry was lying between 
Tina's widespread legs, his head bobbing up and down over her curl-fringed, 
glisteningly moist cunt. 

"Ohhhh, I'm cummmmmming toooo!" the waitress wailed out, her head upturned 
to the ceiling Marge jumped from the bed and walked out of the room with 
Steve trailing behind her. 

The way she'd let go that first night at the young hooker's apartment wasn't 
the sort of thing Marge wanted to admit to herself - least of all, anyone 
else. She did her best to dodge Tina's eyes the next morning, but when there 
_was no mention of what had happened, as if it was just an everyday 
occurence, Marge saw she couldn't have shocked Tina if she wanted to. 

She'd decided she would move out of the prostitute's apartment immediately, 
but when that one night became two, three, then four days - suddenly, it 
didn't seem so awful having a hooker for a roommate. 

After one week, it was almost inevitable that Tina would ask her to move in 
permanently. The rent for the modern luxury apartment was over two hundred 
dollars a month, plus utilities, and a half of that was Marge's share. There 
were two bedrooms, with a plate-glass wall in the living room overlooking 
the fountain in a center plaza. Most of the other inhabitants of the 
apartment complex, were young swinger types -prosperous young professionals 
- who constantly gave parties and had a lot of overnight guests. Marge never 
dreamed she would live in such a luxurious place. What with the little she 
made, she could hardly afford it ... but, once she'd settled in, she decided 
it'd be more expensive to move all over again. 

In fact, Marge knew that no matter how much she pretended otherwise she 
really was fascinated by the discovery of a whole facet of life she'd never 
given much thought to. For she was finding herself involved in an education 
that going to college could never hope to offer. It was evil and wicked, but 
also totally exciting in a forbidden sort of way. Tina brought a man home at 
least every few nights, and Marge couldn't possibly miss the moans and fast 
breathing that emanated from the bedroom across the hallway. 

She knew it wasn't doing much for her school work. After working at the 
'Liner till one in the morning, she barely made it to classes any more. 
Sitting in the back room, drinking coffee from a paper cup and smoking one 
cigarette after another, she tried to feel part of college life, but she 
wasn't very successful... She'd had time to read only a few books on her 
reading lists... and she could follow, only vaguely, what her professors 
were talking about. By this time, she was so far behind she didn't see how 
she'd catch up. Her teachers still thought of Marge as one of their brighter 
students. But she knew it only remained for her late papers and final exams 
to come in; then it would be evident that her straight "A" average was going 
to drop to barely passing, at best. 

The rest of the young blonde's life had changed just as drastically. Since 
that night one month before, Marge was no longer a virgin, and she'd been 
coming regularly to Steve's apartment. Now it didn't seem that important 
being a virgin. Besides, she liked Steve, although she certainly wasn't in 
love with him. 

Every evening she went over to Steve's for the dinner hours before she had 
to start work at the 'Liner. The early winter weather had stripped the trees 
bare and, by the time it was five o'clock, the sky was gray and it was dark. 
Steve's apartment wasn't much - just two rooms, with a gas heater in the 
bedroom which he turned up so high she could hardly breathe. 

One night in November, Marge propped her head on a pillow and glanced past 
Steve who was half-dozing beside her. Tonight, she had something important 
to ask him, but she couldn't figure out how ... Outside, it was raining. The 
clock beside the bed read seven in the evening - she had just one hour to 
make it to her job at the 'Liner. 

Marge could feel Steve watching her as she pulled out of bed and dressed. 
His heavy-lidded gaze was focused on her breasts as her pink nipples jutted 
proudly, her twin soft mounds standing up on their own, two ripely firm 
globes that shivered as she pulled on her white bikini panties. She was glad 
her young body was firm and well-developed. His open stares still made her 
feel a little awkward maybe - but, at least, not embarrassed about how she 
looked. But she put that quickly out of her head and pulled on her sweater 
and skirt and boots and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. Now was the 
time to ask him ... 

"Hey, I want you to help me with something," Steve swung his legs to the 
floor and rose up from the bed as she sat down. 

She watched as he walked to the bureau for a pad and pencil and sat down 
again, still naked, beside her. 

"Am I adding this up right?" he frowned. 

Marge ran her eyes down the long column of figures. "Seems all right to me. 
What is it?" 

"All the money I owe," he said, and threw the pad and pencil onto the 
cluttered floor. 

"You owe that much?" Marge drew backward. "How could you owe that much 
money?" 

"I don't know. I just do," he said as he stood up and walked out to the 
bathroom where he turned on the water full-blast in the tub. 

"Jeeezus, that's more than I owe!" 

She got up and went into the bathroom, putting down the lid on the toilet 
seat so she could sit down while he took a bath. 

"How much do you owe?" he asked. 

"One thousand dollars, what with the expenses for the apartment and some new 
clothes I bought. And I have to pay off a dorm bill." 

"Why do you. want to live in such an expensive apartment for?" He pulled 
loudly up out of the tub. "And all those clothes you been buying ... pretty 
soon you'll owe more than I do!" he grinned. He dried himself off and let 
the towel fall to the floor. 

Marge picked up the towel and hung it over a towel rack. As far as 
housekeeping, Steve was about the sloppiest person she'd ever known. But at 
the same time, he and his extensive wardrobe were clean - to the point of 
fanaticism. Now he stood in front of the sink shaving, moving ever more 
quickly as the time drew nearer for him to leave for his job at the 
Gaslight. 

"Well, the problem isn't only what I owe," she sat back down. "It's that I'm 
not making enough money to support myself." 

"Not the way you live," he grinned over his shoulder and turned back to the 
mirror. "Maybe you could drop out of school for a semester and go back in 
the fall." 

"I can't do that!" 

"Why not?" 

"It'll set a precedent." 

"What the fuck does that mean?" He was dousing himself with shaving lotion. 
"Never mind." 

"I know, dumb Steve ... you keep coming around, I'm going to have to buy 
myself a dictionary." 

Marge followed him into the bedroom where she sat down on the bed while he 
stood in front of the closet, trying to figure out what to wear. 

It was 7:30 now - ten minutes and she had to leave. "I wish I had two 
hundred dollars," she said. "I've got to hire someone to do my papers for 
me." 

"You're smart." 

"I'll be lucky if I find time to read the booklist before the tests." 

"You sure like school. Couldn't you drop out one semester?" 

"Well, the truth is I waited too long. If I drop now, I'll have sixteen 
hours of D's, and you can figure out what that'll do to my straight A 
average." 

"I can't really figure it," Steve admitted. "I never did understand all 
those hours and credits." 

Steve sat down on the side of the bed in a pink shirt, leather vest, and 
bell-bottom pants. Now he was pulling on his boots. Marge looked at him: it 
was now or never. He wasn't exactly the best person to ask for advice, but 
her choces were limited. She had three friends in the world, and she already 
knew what Tina and Chuck thought. 

"You know the homecoming game that is coming up? Chuck and Tina are after me 
to go out with one of the alumni... like Tina does," she laughed. 

"You're kidding. For money?" 

"Yes, there's this man named Curt Webster. Apparently Chuck had known him 
for some time ... and he's supposed to be a very nice guy. He's a 
businessman ... just comes here once a year for homecoming, so he always 
asks Chuck to fix him up with a girl. Chuck says I could make $200 at least. 
Isn't that awful?" 

"Depends on how you look at it. That's a lot of money for doing nothing!" 

"Nothing!" 

"Well, let's face it, how many times can a man make it in one weekend? Two, 
three times, and he's through." 

Marge shuddered. "How can you talk like that ... so calculatingly." 

"That's life," he said, zipping up his boots. 

"Not my life," she said as she. stood up and began pulling on her raincoat. 

"I'd do it ... some woman wanted to give me two hundred dollars. Personally. 
I like to fuck. Might as well get paid for it.'" 

Marge'd always thought Steve was a bit slow, but now she thought he must be 
just plain dumb. Or maybe he only had a different way of looking at life. 

"Actually," he said, lighting a cigarette, "It might not be a bad thing at 
all. With what you'd make, plus what I make, we could get an apartment like 
Tina's and live together." 

"What?" Marge could hardly believe what he was saying. "You're crazy if you 
think I'm going to work as a prostitute ... and support you!" 

When Marge left Steve's apartment, she knew she wouldn't be coming back. She 
guessed she'd already decided she would go out with the man even before she 
asked Steve. That is, she'd consciously decided she should but she didn't 
really believe she'd do it herself. Still, Steve was the one, out of her 
three friends, she really cared about, and now that he'd said that, she 
suddenly felt she never wanted to see him again. 

 Chapter Four 

It was still pouring rain, and the wet pavement on Hilton Street reflected 
back neon and traffic lights. Coming into the 'Liner, Marge shook out her 
hair and hung her wet raincoat over the first table. Outside a lighted-up 
bus was stopped in the middle of Hilton, caught in the terrible traffic jam. 
Marge decided she'd tell Chuck she'd go out with the man ... just to see his 
reaction. She came up to where he was grinning from behind the bar and began 
fluffing up her long blonde hair with her fingers. 

"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" he teased. 

"Mmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," Marge agreed and arranged her loose hair so it fell 
slightly over one eye. 

She could sense the bartender avidly eyeing her long slender legs in 
high-topped boots beneath her mini-skirt, and a strange tingle of 
narcissistic delight shot through her. 

"Marge, you're too pretty to work so hard; why don't you take the night 
off?" 

"Okay," she came up beside him, pretending she really took his offer 
seriously. "What time can I leave?" 

"Well, wait till Tina comes in and she and-1 can handle things." 

The tavern owner had put his arm around Marge's back, drawing her tight 
against his side. Marge looked up at him with amusement ... since the night 
Chuck had tried to seduce her and failed ... at least in the long run ... 
she'd kept up a light flirtation with him. It didn't amount to anything 
serious and kept him from being angry with her. It wasn't till his hand 
crept up to the beginning swell of her young breast that she moved casually 
away ... 

Actually, Chuck touching her ripely succulent young mound like that did 
arouse Marge. Normally she'd block out the feeling, but tonight she felt her 
skin flush and prickle with crazy excitement. It was an idea she had, but 
maybe just for fun she'd consider Chuck's proposition. It wouldn't be 
exactly like working as a call-girl since she'd only be going out with a 
"date" once. Still, it sent her head whirling when she forced herself to 
bring up the subject. 

"I've got to talk with you about something serious," she leaned her back 
against the counter. "I've been thinking about Homecoming. What would you 
say if I took you up on your suggestion?" 

"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "Why, I'd say you'd be a damn fool if you didn't." 

"It'd sure help me get through this semester. Of course, I'd never want to 
do it again." 

"No." 

"I mean, I wouldn't want you to start thinking of me like ... Tina. If any 
other similar occasions came up, I wouldn't even want to hear about them. 
It'd just be Homecoming and that's it." 

"Okay, whatever you like." 

"How do you go about something like that ... would it be like he was picking 
me up after work next weekend?" 

"Why don't you talk to him about it?" Chuck grinned and nodded toward the 
back of the bar. 

"Wha ..., t?" Marge gasped. Following Chuck's gesture, her eyes raced toward 
a rear booth where a man with a blond crew-cut was sitting with his back 
toward them. 

"Curt just came into town tonight..." 

Marge shuddered and dropped a tray of glasses in the soap-filled sink where 
.she began washing and rinsing them rapidly. She'd just been talking ... 
teasing Chuck, ft was one thing to consider the date for the far indefinite 
future, but she'd never dreamed Webster would be here now! Chuck pulled her 
away from the sink. "I told him you'd be coming in tonight." 

"You did?" she said weakly. 

"Yes, he's waiting back there so he can meet you," he said impatiently. 

Marge had decided to step out of the bar, if only for a minute, when the 
man, apparently hearing their voices, turned and waved. She could feel 
herself turning bright red as he slid out of the booth and walked up to the 
counter to meet her. 

"Curt, this is Marge Olson, the girl I've told you so much about," Chuck 
said. 

"Well, I've been waiting for a long time," Webster smiled. 

"Marge's working her way through school," Chuck said. 

Working my way through school! Marge shivered. At the same time, her eyes 
raced crazily over the rrran. He was short and slight - probably in his 
fifties, with a blond crew cut. God! He looks like my Uncle Jack! her 
thoughts were flying in all directions. She barely managed to stammer, 
"H-hello ..." 

"Marge's got the night off as far as I'm concerned," Chuck beamed 
generously. 

"Well... maybe Marge'd like to come up to my motel room for a few drinks." 

"I've got an appointment," Marge said. 

Chuck shot her a disappointed look. "She's just shy," he laughed. Then to 
Marge, "Curt's with the Alumni Association ... they're getting ready for the 
big game. Isn't that right, Webster?" 

"Right," he winked. 

"Now, you'll need drinks and everything," Chuck had turned his back and was 
running his eyes over the liquor stock. Finally he pulled out two bottles of 
scotch and began to wrap them up. "Just bring back the empties," he winked. 

"I assume Marge likes scotch?" the middle-aged man chuckled good-naturedly 
at the young blonde. 

"Y ... yess," Marge had to speak up after a long pause, and the man was 
looking directly at her. Suddenly, she realized Chuck was no longer there. 
He came up behind her with her raincoat, settling it over her shoulders. She 
was certain now that she'd go with Webster,, and it excited and scared her 
to death at the same time. A prostitute! That's what she was, if only for 
tonight. The strange, forbidden aspect of what she was about to do sent 
little lust-sparks igniting in her loins. A simultaneous feeling of 
apprehension made her give a start as Curt smiled at her. 

"I appreciate this, Chuck. I always get in town after the liquor store 
closes," Webster took the sack with the bottles in one hand and grabbed 
Marge's elbow with the other, leading her to the door. 

Chuck accompanied them out to the sidewalk where it was still raining. 
"Remember he's here to have a good time," Chuck hissed as Marge ducked back 
in the doorway to put on her raincoat. "Quit looking like you're going to a 
funeral." 

Webster took Marge's arm, but because of the bad weather she didn't have to 
talk to him as he led her in the direction of the parking ramp in the block 
behind the Airliner. Nor did she have to talk to him in the car. Webster had 
enough on his hands managing the rented car in the erratic wet-weather 
traffic ... 

It's only one time, and later I can forget about it, she tried to convince 
herself, though she didn't believe a word she was thinking. It'll get me 
through this semester. The man's a stranger, and no one'll ever know. In a 
way, it'll be an experience. Besides, after all I've been through, what 
difference does it really make anyway? 

Webster pulled up in front of the big University Inn out on Highway 59. 
Running around to her side of the car to let her out, he gave her a curious 
grin, and Marge again felt a weird sexual charge bolt through her. 

She held her breath as she followed him through the double-doored motel 
room. The indirect lighting took a moment to get accustomed to; then she 
noticed the expensive decor of the room - a few landscapes hung on the walls 
and a thick, lush rug carpeted the center of the room before a huge 
king-sized bed. A filled ice-bucket was set on a low-boy beside a thickly 
draped alcove. "Sit down, darling. Sit down," Webster said in a hushed tone 
that seemed to go with their subdued surroundings. He put the bottle of 
scotch beside the ice bucket. 

She glanced around for a chair, but he gestured the young student to the 
bed. "I'm not used to this sort of thing," she said. 

Webster smiled. "Easy does it... I know what you're about to say," he waved 
her to the bed. Reluctantly she sat down. "You must have some reservations 
about earning your pocket money like this." 

Initially, Marge'd disliked the crew-cutted older man, but having sensed a 
gentleness in his character, she felt temporarily at ease. Still, she wished 
he'd ask her to take off her clothes right away; she wanted to get it over 
with and go back to the bar as soon as possible. 

"This is actually my first time," she said hesitantly. 

He laughed - she guessed this cheered him up. He was a quiet man, not nearly 
as aggressive as Chuck Sterner, and although he was well into middle-age, 
there was a boyishness about him that appealed to her. Maybe he was one of 
those perennially shy types who didn't usually go to prostitutes. If this 
was the case, then she'd have to do her best to make him feel at ease, she 
thought with unaccustomed dizziness. 

He turned from the bed and began nervously making drinks. Before handing 
Marge hers, he took a sip from his glass. She tried to smile as he settled 
gingerly beside her; then he lit a cigarette and seemed to realize he'd 
forgotten Marge's drink. 

"I'll get it," the young blonde jumped up and retrieved her glass. Part of 
her job was making him at ease in a compromising situation ... Curt probably 
had a wife and children ... being on the Alumni Committee also made things 
difficult... 

"Hmmmmmm," he cleared his throat. "Do you mind taking off everything but 
your brassiere and panties now?" 

She crimsoned. "If you don't mind," he laughed uneasily. 

"No, okay," she assented. Now that the time had come, she'd liked to have 
disappeared into the velvety drapery but she couldn't. 

"You can do it right here ..." Webster said. 

"Yes... you want me to take off my clothes," she mumbled. "First I'll take 
off my blouse." 

"Yes, hurry now. God ... you're so beautiful ... I want it all to go 
perfectly." 

Marge fumbled with her blouse buttons, undoing them down to her waist, and 
then turned away from Webster. "Now ... let's see those lovely tits!" he 
sighed. 

She pulled off the blouse, exposing her lush twin mounds encased in her 
white lace brassiere. The blouse slipped awkwardly from her hands, and she 
bent down to pick it up. Just watching the movement of her arms and the 
tanned naked expanse of her back sent Webster's imagination racing wildly. 
His eyes glowed with anticipation as her skirt hiked up, revealing the pert 
curve of her buttocks-pulling tautly at her white bikini panties. The 
miniscule panties slipped into the narrow crevice between her roundly curved 
ass-cheeks as she straightened up to put the blouse on the bureau. 

"Now, the skirt," he breathed softly. 

She unzipped her micro-skirt, quickly tugging it away from her gently 
curving hips, and then set it on the bureau. Finally, she turned and walked 
gracefully toward the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except 
for the two wisps of cloth that covered her pussy mound and full womanly 
breasts. 

As she neared the bed, Curt couldn't help gulping in spite of himself. Her 
large, gently uplifting breasts were wide-spaced and placed higlTon her 
chest. They swayed and jiggled with a youthful firmness that made the hair 
on the back of his neck stand on end. For a moment, he ceased breathing at 
all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long, fully erect cock. His penis 
felt like it would tear through his pants as his. eyes fell on the 
soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly encased in her white bikini 
panties. 

"I think you like me," Marge said, surprising herself with her bluntness. 
She wanted Curt to enjoy what they were about to do, even if she was still 
scared to death by it. Chuck had said to give Curt a good time; that meant 
making Webster feel that he was attractive to her as a man, which in fact he 
was. 

"How can you tell I like you, Marge?" he laughed nervously. 

"It's just something a woman can sense," she shrugged and rested beside him. 

As Marge sat down and leaned back luxuriantly half-naked on her elbows 
beside him, it was all Webster could do to keep from throwing his hotly 
churning body on her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her 
long blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He 
moved closer and turned toward her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing 
against her splayed-out thighs. 

"Well... there's something else I bet you'd like," she tried to play the 
role of seductress as best she could, "Do you want to see me naked, Mr. 
Webster?" she smiled. 

"God! You know I do," he gasped, hardly able to believe what she'd said. 
"And feel free to call me Curt," he winked humorously. 

Then he gestured for the blonde student to turn toward him, and he slipped 
his right hand inside the front of her low-cut white brassiere, squeezing 
the soft warm flesh excitedly between his fingers. With his other hand, he 
undid the snap holding up the flimsy brassiere, letting her youthfully 
ripened breasts fall free. They were like two succulent melons, the 
alabaster whiteness of her proudly quivering mounds shining in sharp 
contrast to the rich deep tan on the rest of her body. 

Then Webster wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her brief white 
panties and worked them down over her firmly rounded buttocks to her knees. 
He gazed down excitedly at her naked hair-lined pussy and its pink flushing 
flesh. Almost frantically he pulled the panties across her long, smooth legs 
and tossed them quickly alongside the bed. 

"Oh God! Now I'm completely naked," Marge gasped. 

"Yes ... and lovely, too!" 

As he gaped at her, she stared reticently back at him. The large full mounds 
of her proud young breasts and their ruby-like nipples thrust up at him in 
all their naked glory. Marge lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at 
his loins then lifted herself up to her elbows. Unknowingly, she'd splayed 
her legs open wide so he could plainly see the wet pink flesh of her cunt, 
framed by the tantalizing golden wisps of her soft pussy hair. 

"I mean it ... your beautiful, Marge," he muttered, staring down at her lush 
nakedness while the heat of his small wiry body rose rapidly. He could see 
that her cool blue eyes had dilated a little - from excitement, he supposed. 
It was all he could do to keep from falling on top of the young call girl 
and ramming his achingly excited cock up into the soft warmth of her tight 
little cunt at this very moment! 

"I'm glad you like me ... naked," Marge blushed. 

"Have you made love to a lot of other men?" he asked. 

"No," she admitted. "Just two ... but they weren't very serious things ... I 
guess I'm sort of inexperienced." 

"Maybe there's something I can teach you ..." he grinned, pushing her down 
to the mattress and leaning over her. "You want me to do it to you ... to 
make love to you, don't you?" 

"Oh yes, I do," she trembled. In spite of her resolve to remain cool, she 
found herself excited by Webster's sympathetically tender approach. 

"Then tell me," he said hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!" 

"I want you to do it," she whispered excitedly. 

"Do what?" 

"To ... fuck me," she breathed. 

The excited businessman rose from the bed and began taking off his shirt and 
trousers. He stripped to his shorts in seconds, then shoved them down his 
legs and stood in front of her with his rigidly throbbing cock rearing up 
like a flagpole in front of him. Marge's gaze raced over his compact form 
... She wouldn't have expected him to be so masculine looking, but naked, 
his body possessed a youthful vigor and leanness that surprised her. Her 
eyes riveted on his pulsing hardness, which seemed overly large in 
comparison to his body, then she looked up at him hesitantly. "Have you ever 
blown anyone?" 

"I don't understand," she said. "What do you mean ... blow?" 

"You know ... have you ever put your mouth around a man's hard penis?" 

"God no ... never!" 

"It's something you should try," he came to the edge of the bed and stood 
between her widespread thighs. 

Marge could feel his hairy legs brushing teasingly between her sensitive 
thighs... She drew back on the mattress, but he pushed forward, the 
throbbing head of his cock less than an inch from her heaving little belly. 

"I don't think I'd like it," she said. 

"One never knows," he smiled, grasping his long staff of male flesh and 
jerking it a few times in his clenched hand. "It just might excite you." He 
pulled himself from between her wide-splayed thighs and rolled onto his back 
beside her on the bed. 

"Now, Gome up here between my legs," he said. 

"Huh?" 

"You heard me, darling." 

He watched her reluctantly crawl up on her knees between his hair-covered 
legs and shivered with wild expectation; he had the feeling that Marge Olson 
would be absolutely perfect! She'd never sucked anyone else's cock - not 
even Sterner - but she'd do it to him - she'd just have to! He liked the 
idea of an almost virginal young college kid sucking his ramrod stiff penis; 
it gave him an insane feeling of power which the more sophisticated call 
girl usually deprived him of. 

He lay tensed with his stiffly pulsating cock pointing up at a forty-five 
degree angle toward the ceiling, then - turning his head - he could see both 
himself and the sexy young blonde reflected in the mirror on top of the 

Spanish-style dressing table. He followed her cautious preliminary movements 
without having to even raise his head. 

"Jeeeeeeezus!" he groaned as she positioned her body over his, her breasts 
dangled erotically and her buttocks lifted brazenly in the air. "Now suck my 
cock!" 

"Oh, no ... I don't think I can ... I mean, you want me to put it in my 
mouth?" 

"Yes!" 

"Please ... no!" 

"I am paying you $ 100," he said. 

Taking a deep breath, Marge reached but and began stroking his foreskin up 
and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that thrilled him in its lewdness. She 
looked away at first, trying to avoid staring him in the face, and then the 
young blonde seemed to grow interested in what she was doing and turned her 
head so she was gazing at him directly. 

"Come on up farther, Marge," he said in a harsher voice. 

"Isn't this enough?" 

He grunted. "Uh-uh." 

"All right," she assented and moved up on all fours until her head was a 
scant few inches from the warm pulsing head of his cock. She held the thick 
rod of male flesh tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat 
of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused the businessman't 
wiry buttocks to undulate in time to the maddening rhythm. 

"Yesssss, keep that up," Webster intoned to the sensuous figure kneeling so 
provocatively over him. "Now... suck on me. Put your delicious mouth over my 
cock!" 

Tentatively, Marge's head lowered toward the thick hardness of his penis; 
she could smell the pungent odor of his sex sweat, could see the small hole 
at the end of his upstanding member gaping at her like a brazenly winking 
eye. She turned her head away once more. "Shittt ... suucckkkk. Do it Marge; 
don't be afraid," he commanded. 

She drew her breath, "Ooooohhhhhh, please!" 

"I said it and I meant it," he rasped. "My prick ... suck it!" 

She flicked out her tongue, the top boring teasingly into the slight 
moistness of the small opening at the end of his cock-head. "Christ," he 
squirmed his buttocks down hard on the mattress from the excruciatingly 
pleasurable contact. 

Chills rippled along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. 
He'd never expected the reserved blonde to act like this; it was almost too 
good to be true. He watched as she brought her ovalled wet mouth down all 
the way and enclosed the whole of his heatedly pulsating cock in a soft warm 
pressure - it was so incredibly exciting he felt he could almost cum right 
there! 

"Uggggh!" he groaned. Marge was inexperienced at this sort of thing, but the 
delectable heat of her mouth and the way she used her lips - like a gently 
clasping elastic band - was absolutely fantastic! Her lips tightened with 
soft warm pressure just below the throbbing cock-head, trapping his 
lust-thickened hardness inside the moistly heated cavern of her mouth. 

"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow and staring down at 
the young blonde's lust contorted face. The sight of his sensitive 
cock-shaft sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased his 
erotic sensation tenfold. His stiffened penis glistened like the wet limb of 
an oak as it began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her 
encompassing lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she 
massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers. She 
stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other 
hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod 
of flesh. 

The aroused businessman could feel the softness of her tongue swirling with 
an obscenely moist pressure around his cock's head at the apex of 
withdrawal, her tongue-tip dancing across the tiny opening at the end. He 
flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head 
bobbing salaciously up and down below. The inciting vision of her mouth 
encasing his wildly hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness. 

Marge could feel the throbbing reaction in his cock, and began to suck a 
little harder; the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting pole 
of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from 
beneath his skin's surface. 

"Oh God ..." Marge coughed around his mouth filling hardness as his hands 
dropped to her blonde hair and pulled her even closer to him. She liked this 
position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was incapable 
of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that 
wonderfully long penis. Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she 
cupped the rock-hard globes of flesh, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter 
to her face. 

Marge's tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously, till Curt 
thought he'd scream! He was near the bursting point as she took almost all 
his rigidly erect cock deep into her throat. As she licked on the 
glisteningly wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of 
himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated in the lust-hardened 
cock-shaft. 

"Mmmmmmm..." the teenage blonde couldn't help exclaiming. Never in her life 
had she dreamed she'd like the taste of cock ... but now she found it was 
tantalizing. What made it all the more exciting was the realization that 
what she was doing was terribly immoral: she'd been hired by the older man 
to suck on his hugely thick penis ... but she'd always been taught that this 
was terribly sinful... and yet she, too, gained pleasure from it! 

"Yesssss, oh, for Christ's sakes, suck on meeeee!" his chanting voice broke 
in on her thoughts. 

He expected the young coed to choke, but she continued the maddening 
sucking, on and on. Her mouth pulled up the full length of his impatiently 
beating penis, drawing on him like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure building 
in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long 
hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done 
before. 

He was going to cum in Marge's mouth! In her mouth! He couldn't hold back an 
instant longer! 

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his churning balls as he 
watched her face working above his lean body like a contented calf sucking 
on its mother's teat. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her 
naked body as she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt his white hot 
cum deep down into her gluttonously sucking throat. 

"It is good, Curt... do you like the way I'm sucking you?" she removed her 
mouth from his erect cock for a moment. 

"Oh ... Christ!" he moaned. 

"It tastes good. I never thought I'd get to like the taste of a man's 
penis," she said. 

"Then keep it up ... SHIT, DON'T STOP BLOWING MEEEEEEE!" 

He groaned at the dim image of their naked bodies in the mirror. She lowered 
her head and began sucking again; the muscles on Curt's stomach tightened 
till he though they would snap from the pressure. He arched his back off the 
bed, pushing even farther up between the hot clasping moistness of the sexy 
student's lips. 

"Succcckkkkk, shit... oh, Marge!" he groaned over and over again, his mouth 
working and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched 
teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound 
started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the building gush of 
impatient sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir to his exploding balls 
and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking mouth. 

"Succcckkkk, suck meeeee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching 
like a prisoner's drawn tight on a rack. 

The beautiful blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she 
greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went 
on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her 
mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her long hair, holding her head down to 
the hot eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis ail the 
way down to her tonsils. 

"Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh," Marge coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. 

Webster moaned one last time and then fell back, grunting in complete 
fulfillment. Gradually, his still half-erect cock deflated in her mouth, but 
Marge continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the 
warm-tasting semen from the depleted older man. 

Finally, she pulled her mouth away, savoring the last droplets of his warm 
wet sperm. "Did you like that... did I do it right?" she lay her head to 
Curt's heaving stomach. 

"I'll say you did!" 

"It was exciting for me, too!" 

He caressed her back softly. "Well, Homecoming Weekend we can try again... 
Chuck mentioned it to you, didn't he?" 

She remembered the conversation with Sterner about next weekend. Although 
she enjoyed sucking Curt's hard penis, she'd made a private vow to herself 
not to become further involved in accepting favors, even though the 
Homecoming Game had been the ostensible reason for getting together with 
Webster tonight. With a reluctant little shudder, she decided she would go 
with Curt next weekend. It was all Chuck's doing, the young blonde thought. 
She wondered what the bartender got out of all this. He must've received a 
kickback from Curt, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble 
setting up Marge with the businessman. 

That made Chuck Sterner her ... pimp! It sent a feeling of revulsion into 
her still turned-on belly to think about it, but that's exactly how things 
were ... 

 Chapter Five 

"That's it, folks. Final score at the end of the fourth quarter - Minnesota 
36 - 20 ... " the television announcer's voice drifted off. 

Marge watched the camera pan over the thousands of spectators exiting from 
the stadium in a swirl of autumn browns and oranges. It'd been a perfect 
late November day - crisp, and with a bright blue sky overhead. There was 
one final shot of a long-haired student hawking golden mums and penants in 
the parking lot, then the five o'clock news flashed on. 

"Good evening, this is ... " 

Marge turned the sound down on the huge color television, and walked with 
her beer to the sliding plate-glass windows at the front end of the living 
room. The entire apartment complex was deserted - everyone else had gone to 
the game. Down below, the gushing fountain in the center plaza sounded 
louder than normal, without the usual backdrop of music and voices. 

Marge had spent the afternoon drinking beer and watching the game by 
herself. She'd stopped going to Steve's apartment and Tina had gone to the 
game with Larry. Tony Barstow, the football player had blown her mind by 
asking her out, but Marge had been forced to turn him down -because of her 
appointment with Curt Webster. 

The young blonde moved into the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went. 
"Appointment" was all she could call it, she thought. Webster planned to 
attend the game and a reunion at his fraternity later with his own private 
party; he wasn't going to pick her up till two in the morning. Marge 
understood why the businessman didn't take a young girl like herself along 
as a date, but that didn't make it any less of a drag to spend Homecoming by 
herself... when she could have gone out with the football star. 

She packed a skimpy party dress to wear after work, and began strolling 
toward town. All along the way, the sidewalks were jammed with people who'd 
left their cars in town and gone on foot to the game. Now they were walking 
back from the stadium. By the time she reached the Airliner, the sun had set 
and the marching band was parading down Hilton. 

She spotted Chuck Sterner, standing on the crowded sidewalk in front of his 
bar, gaping as the head cheerleader's long tanned legs split like bamboo as 
she did cart-wheels down the center of the street. The girl's panties 
flashed scarlet before she landed again on her feet. 

"Hello," she murmured after the burst of applause. 

Sterner turned to her with red-rimmed eyes. "Marge, old girl, what are you 
doing down here?" 

"I work here." 

"Oh, yeah," he followed her into the bar. 

Inside the Airliner was more packed than Marge'd ever seen it. A special 
crew of coed waitresses Chuck had hired for the occasion fought their way 
down the aisles. Every other person swigged liquor from their own flask, 
polishing off what they hadn't drunk at the game. 

There were also more older people than she'd ever seen before in the 
'Liner', she thought as Chuck stumbled around the counter. 

"Some game!" he slapped her hard on the shoulder. 

"Hey, watch it," Marge cringed. "Did you go to the stadium?" 

"Saw it on TV," he teetered wildly toward her and recovered himself. 

"God, my arm's killing me," Marge complained. "I may never use it again." 

Chuck turned distractedly away to the bottle-filled counter, and now mixed 
himself another drink ... he'd obviously been drinking all day, maybe even 
since last night. It didn't really make much difference - there were so many 
people in the bar that there wasn't much hope of serving even half. Might as 
well take it easy, let those girls he hired work it out. Marge moved to the 
sink, keeping her distance within the oasis of inactivity behind the 
counter. 

"Here, have a drink," he shoved a glass of whiskey in her face. 

"Don't mind if I do. I've been pouring down beer all afternoon." 

Except for one or two token attempts at working, Marge spent- most of the 
evening sitting at the bar with Chuck. / never did any serious drinking 
before, she thought. Sterner blurred in and out of focus as he waved at the 
student bartender for their eighth round of drinks. He plopped back onto his 
stool. The second night didn't count... since I didn't know what I was 
doing... and I didn't enjoy it, she thought while she grinned at him. 

The bar was staying open later than usual and, about two in the morning, 
Marge excused herself to change into her party dress. It was the most daring 
outfit she'd ever owned, backless and mini-skirted, and she'd bought it 
specially for the occasion. Coming back to the bar, she cleared a path with 
the blue dress outfit. All the men were falling all over themselves as they 
caught a glimpse of her large, rounded breasts just barely hidden under the 
low-cut top. 

"Say that's something," Chuck laid his hand on her thigh, and she made no 
effort to push him away, as a wave of excitement tickled over her nerve 
endings. His hand had been on her leg or around her waist all night, but 
considering what was in store for her later on, it seemed silly to be 
prudish. 

Marge peered through the hazy light at the clock. She tried not to think too 
diligently about her date with Webster ... that way life was simple. Now 
that she'd been with the older man once ... it didn't seem so awful, though 
she still felt incredibly uneasy. She even had to admit to herself that deep 
down inside, some part of her liked the idea. Then Webster was crowding his 
way into the bar. 

He was greeted by a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that billowed out the 
front door when he opened it. He slung both arms around Marge and 

Chuck, and there was the usual small talk among the three while he belted 
down a quick drink. 

"Maybe we ought to move along," he wrapped his arm around the young blonde's 
hip and squeezed. "There's still a good party going on at the fraternity 
house." 

"Mind if I come along?" Chuck asked. 

"The more the merrier. Just follow me. There's a taxi waiting in front." 

Marge felt a little embarrassed in front of Sterner and the cab driver when 
Curt's wandering hands stroked her breasts and thighs in a proprietory way. 
She found herself suddenly hoping she didn't look like a hooker as the taxi 
pulled up in front of the big, three-story house, with its columned front 
... 

She could see only a few stragglers standing around and sitting in the big 
open room at the end of the huge marble-floored foyer - though just as they 
neared the archway, another selection fell into place on the record console 
in the corner. It was turned up so loud that - to Marge's alcohol-blurred 
eyes, at least - the heavy drapes seemed to vibrate in time to the music. 
There was no bar, just a white-coated waiter scurrying around among the 
people lounging on the carpet. A big, burly fellow with a mustache leaned 
against the wall next to the record console. Marge's eyes widened as she 
recognized Tony Barstow. 

As Marge adjusted to the new situation, she could see that the place was 
occupied mostly by men. There were about five or six girls in evidence - and 
about twenty men, who, apparently having taken their women home, were intent 
on dragging out the night as long as possible. Marge felt uncomfortable, she 
knew every eye was on her as she and Curt and Chuck maneuvered their way to 
the opposite wall. 

"Hey, thought there'd be some real action around here," Chuck shouted over 
the music. "What happened to the women?" 

Curt leaned over Marge as the record player broke into some loud Dixieland 
music. "What about Marge here? Doesn't she qualify?" 

Chuck shrugged. 

"You can dance with her ... whatever ... I don't care." Curt slurred out. 

"It must be later than I thought," Chuck mused to himself. "Sure was hoping 
to get laid. Must have all gone home to bed ... reckon it's anybody's 
guess." 

Marge looked at the gigantic hulk of a man regarding her half-naked breasts 
from across the room, and decided she didn't want to even speculate on what 
Curt had meant. Drinking had changed him a lot. He didn't look like he was 
in a state to be reasoned with ..., especially now that he was really paying 
her so much for Homecoming. 

"Anyhow," continued Chuck. "I was sure counting on finding me a woman. I 
started drinking Monday night, I guess it was, and one thing just led to 
another. Now it looks like I got all charged up for nothing." 

"Speaking of women ... what happened to Tina?" 

"Oh, she's got a double date," Chuck warmed up. "Two guys at once ... she 
really loves it that way. I had to let her take the night off. They're out 
there fucking at the Clevemore Motel right now." 

"How much does she get for that?" 

"Oh, she must pull in at least three hundred. Of course, it gets pretty 
wild... no holds barred. Last year she sucked off two guys at the same 
time." 

"No kidding?" 

"Hell, yes. She also takes it up the ass ... anywhere ... you name it. Well, 
up the ass is really her speciality." 

The conversation stopped with both men pausing to consider it. Marge lowered 
her eyes, and tried to look nonplussed by the conversation. Tina ... never 
even hinted at anything like that ... though from the few times when the 
redhead had tried to crawl in bed with her, she'd gotten the idea that Tina 
was pretty uninhibited. 

It gave her a weird feeling... sort of dirty and sluttish ... to hear the 
two men talking so filthily in front of her like that. But at the same time, 
it excited her. It made her feel like a whore. Well I guess I am a ... whore 
... kind of," she thought alcoholically. 

"You want to sit down?" Curt said. 

"Yeah, I was just wondering the same thing," Chuck moved his shoulders. 
"What the fuck are we standing up for?" 

They trailed across the room and eased down on a big leather couch. 

Marge was glad when the attention returned to her. Chuck got up to catch the 
waiter for her next drink, while Curt nibbled wetly at her spaghetti-thin 
shoulder strap. 

"Puh-lease," Marge giggled as the strap fell onto her arm, revealing most of 
one plump breast up to her curving pink nipple. Marge pulled the strap back 
up quickly. 

"What's going on here?" Chuck grinned and sat down. He wrapped one arm 
around her neck and used the other hand to flick the strap down again, 
gaping at her lushly curving mound, before she readjusted the strap all over 
again. He shoved a whiskey and soda in front of her face. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Marge tried to sip while he held the glass. By the time she 
got it in her own hands, she realized that Curt's fingers were caressing her 
breast from the other side. She could see some men grinning from across the 
room, but it felt good and she was too tired to bother to push him away. 

"Tina tried to make it with me," she volunteered. 

"Behind every prostitute is a dyke," Chuck intoned. 

Marge wondered if that included her, "No ... I don't think she's queer or 
anything... if she is, she's certainly awfully interested in men," she 
giggled. "My bedroom is right across the hall ... well, you can't miss it... 
almost every night..." Marge gave up trying to explain it. 

"Did she try to eat your pussy or what?" Chuck said. 

"Actually, she didn't get farther than trying to kiss my breasts." 

"I used to go with Tina," Chuck leaned over her to confide to Curt who 
looked pretty wide-eyed. "One time down in Chicago she ate out this chick 
while I fucked her. Then, of course, I fucked the other one, too." 

"Of course," Curt gulped visibly. 

Marge was glad when the conversation drifted out of her hands. She didn't 
feel quite as free discussing sex, as she'd thought when she first opened 
her big mouth. All the while the two men talked, she could feel Curt's hand 
on her breast and Chuck's inching aimlessly up her thigh. 

Involuntarily, she squirmed her buttocks, jolting Chuck's hand closer to her 
pussy mound. She guessed they were making a spectacle of themselves. Across 
the room, Tony Barstow made a quick, lewd gesture with his tongue ... he 
couldn't keep his eyes off them, but personally she couldn't care less. 

"I'd sure like to get in on some of those things you've been talking about," 
Curt said and both Marge and Chuck laughed. 

"Well, you've got Marge. Wonder what she might do for you?" Chuck winked, 
then added to himself...,"1 ain't got nothin'... no one ... and when I wake 
up I'll be all alone ..." 

"Yes, but for most of these activities ... you need more than one person," 
Curt looked excited and embarrassed ... and disappointed all at the same 
time. 

"True," Chuck's eyes searched the room, presumably for another woman. 

Marge couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief to see that the few other 
women had gone. She looked intoxicatedly downward - her nylon-sheathed legs 
were parted, her skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her nylons and the 
triangle of her black bikini panties. She looked dreamily down at a few 
blonde wisps of her pubic hair escaping exotically from the black elastic 
legband, and a bolt of super-charged sexual excitement tingled electrically 
through her pussy. 

"Oooooooh," she shuddered involuntarily. 

"What's that?" Chuck said and wet his lips as he looked at her. Then, 
forgetting her, he turned back to Curt. "How'd you like to see her sucking 
me off?" he suggested. 

"Well," Chuck's fingers dug harder into her breast. "I never saw anything 
like that... in person." 

Marge blurted out: "He's just trying to get even for the time he licked my 
little pussy." Suddenly, Marge realized that she was talking out loud but no 
one seemed to notice. 

"You mean, she sucks you off while I fuck her?" Curt breathed hoarsely. 

"What?" Marge abruptly came to. "You guys are crazy if you think I'd do 
something like that." They were diseussing her like it was a business 
arrangement... well, it was a business arrangement, she realized ... but it 
didn't include Chuck Sterner! 

"Yeah, that sounds good," Chuck flushed over. "I always wanted to get around 
to ... Marge sucking my cock!" 

"Hey," Marge choked as, from the other side, Curt Webster's face lowered 
toward hers, and his tongue eased passionately into her mouth. At the same 
time, his hand began massaging her breast more openly and in a reflexive 
gesture, Marge found herself sucking on his tongue ... like it was a small 
penis. 

"That'd be a real turn-on... I'd really appreciate that, Chuck," he pulled 
away, unconsciously pinching Marge's erect little nipple with one hand, 
looking up. 

"I don't know what you guys think you're talking about," Marge murmured ... 

In one of those breaks in time, common to alcoholic intoxication, Marge 
found herself climbing up the stair to the second floor bedrooms. 

Curt walked possessively beside her, while 

Chuck loped along behind. 

"Now, which one of these rooms suits you, dear?" the businessman said almost 
soberly as they came to an opened door at the top of the baronially wide 
staircase. Marge looked at Chuck and saw he was pouting. She'd probably 
insulted him earlier by not being enthused about his idea, but she didn't 
care. There was a malicious glint in Sterner's eye that put her on edge but 
she refused to be visibly moved by it. 

"This looks fine to me," she swept past them into the large half-darkened 
bedroom. 

"Man, what a place!" Chuck stood at the door while Curt went into the 
adjoining bathroom. He watched Marge at the wide gauze-curtained window 
beside a palatially huge bed. She never looked prettier, he thought... it 
made his blood boil to think she'd never gone to bed with him ... tonight he 
figured he'd change all that. It'd be more fun with Webster watching, and 
knowing that the older MCU alumnus was paying for it. 

Marge drew the curtains so that the moonlight shone into the unilluminated 
bedroom, and sat down on the bed in front of Sterner. 

"Well, Chuck ... I've come a long way, haven't I?" 

"I'll say," he stubbed out his. cigarette in an ashtray on an end table. 

"I suppose you think it's all your doing, that you're responsible .. " 

"What? For you becoming a whore?" 

"I didn't say that," she said. 

"Well, you meant it." 

"All right, you are responsible, in some ways ..." her voice trailed off. 

"The trouble with you is you don't know what you want." 

"It isn't you," she said pointedly. 

Suddenly, Curt came sprinting out of the bathroom, rubbing his palms 
excitedly together. "I looked out the window and guess who I saw?" 

"Who?" both Marge and Chuck said at once. 

"Reg Erickson and his wife Susan ... class of '39. Man that sweet woman 
looks as good as she did thirty-four years ago!" 

"You mind if we keep them out of this?" Marge laughed. 

"It suits me if it pleases you," said Curt, still in an ebullient mood. 

She stood up as Chuck came over to the bed. "What about him? she pointed at 
Sterner and looked at the older businessman. "Does ... he get any?" 

"Of course!" Webster chuckled. "Tonight everybody gets something. You'll 
make it with both of us!" he added generously. 

She turned to Chuck, and said with a sarcastic smile: "All right, Chuck ... 
you can kiss me if you want to!" 

"Wow! Get a load of her," Chuck made a face. 

"C'mon, Chuck. You know I want you!" "How do you want it, honey?" he took 
Marge in his arms. 

"Well," she tried to struggle loose but he held her fast, "You'll just have 
to wait and find out!" 

Voices from outside echoed into the trees and through the closed window; it 
was almost four in the morning, people were going home, but here it sounded 
to Marge as though the party was just getting going. Then she felt another 
body pressing against her side ..,., It was Curt. He was standing beside her 
now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and 
kneading her youthfully full breasts beneath her blouse and lacy black 
brassiere. 

"Now, let me have a go at her," Sterner said, "You go on behind," he 
dismissed the businessman with a shrug. 

Webster released his grasp, and Sterner pulled Marge into his arms again. 
She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of an 
insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand 
flickering candles in her tight young belly, was accentuated by Curt's hands 
that grasped her firmly molded buttocks from behind. He kneaded them in 
rhythm to Chuck's movements; now Sterner was slipping his hands inside her 
blouse and squeezing her lushly swollen breasts. 

"You like it when I squeeze your tits, Marge, baby?" 

"Ooooooooooh," she quivered and trembled, the helpless victim of the 
irresistible sensations soaring through her. 

From either the effects of drink or from a combination of her own burning 
lust and the booze, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see 
her feverish desire blazing crazily from inside! 

"All right, let's get naked, then we'll fuck," she heard Curt's voice. 

"Fine with me," Chuck said. Now he was running his fingertips across the 
front of her sheer black brassiere. Her nipples seared with delight as he 
squeezed her roundly ripened breasts, holding them like two succulent fruits 
in both hands. 

"Yessss, Chuck ... squeeze my tits like that!" she exclaimed, suddenly 
shocked at her own voice - the voice of a whore, she thought with an obscene 
little thrill. 

Behind her, she could feel Curt tugging down her skirt. The side-zipper 
gave, then she felt the delicious rush of cotton fabric down her curving 
young thighs as the cool night air raced over her belly and teased softly at 
her pussy-lips through her sheer black panties. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned. 

"Marge, you take off the panties," Curt groaned from behind. 

She squirmed into Sterner, and then ran her hands down her own body to the 
waistline of her black bikini panties. With a slow, teasing smile, she 
hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic waistband. She rolled the flimsy 
material inch by inch down over her shapely thighs and long tapering legs to 
the floor. 

She looked down and saw that Chuck was getting hard; his burgeoning cock was 
already straining tightly against his slacks and pressing against her soft 
little pussy mound. The lewd tension seemed to increase ... with each throb 
of her tightly pressed belly Marge was reminded just how wicked she was! 

"Ooooooooh," she intoned, feeling the excited jerk of their pants-enclosed 
cocks from in front and behind. She reached down and squeezed Sterner's 
eagerly swelling penis then felt behind herself and jerked on Curt's 
lust-swollen hardness through his slacks. 

"Baby, you've learned a helluva lot since that first night!" Chuck groaned 
back at her. 

Marge turned around so both men were standing on either side of her. She 
could hardly believe her own audacity as her hands seemed to move by 
themselves to unzip the two men's flies. "I guess ... yessss I have!" she 
sighed as their two rods of desire-hardened flesh lurched nakedly out and 
her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiff pulsating 
cock in either palm. 

"Now ... into the sack," Sterner guided Marge to the huge king-sized bed 
behind them. She fell to the mattress, striking into the luxuriantly soft 
bed, then pushed up on her side. Curt lay down behind her; at the same time 
his hands reached around in front to cup her ripely swelling young breasts. 
His hands dipped into the cream-white cleavage and began massaging slowly 
over the enticing mounds while Chuck pulled her legs wide apart and splayed 
one hand over her nakedly moistening pussy. Marge rolled over on her back. 
She reached up for their two penises and worked the two ever-hardening cocks 
gently between her clasping fingers for several minutes. Their loose 
foreskins slid up and over the blunt bulbous heads until droplets of obscene 
male lubricant oozed out of the tiny slits in the centers. She could hardly 
.believe it -a heavily throbbing penis in each hand! 

Leaving her for barely a minute, Chuck and Curt pulled off their shirts and 
slacks. She stared langorously up at their muscled profiles standing in 
front of the drawn window curtains and drew in her breath as they jumped 
down to the mattress on either side of her again. "Goddddd!" she moaned as 
their hands reached out for her, pulling her greedily next to their naked 
bodies. 

Marge whimpered in lewd delight. "Yessss, touch meeee, touch me," her 
alcohol-dimmed moan echoed back at them as four lust-inspired hands coursed 
excitedly over her hungering young body. 

The voluptuous teenager now lay with her arms loose at her sides, trembling 
from the devilishly forbidden sensations running through her unprotected 
young body. As he leaned over her, Curt's thick, blood-engorged cock rubbed 
warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft wet drops of 
lubricant in his excitement. It increased her delicious feeling of utter 
wantonness to a peak she'd never experienced before! 

"Mmmmmmm," Curt's mouth clamped hard on her lips, his tongue filling her 
open mouth; Marge began swaying with the hard pressure of the older man and 
Sterner, both rocking insistently against her naked body. Both of these men 
had made her into the whore that she was, and now she'd repay them: she gave 
each of their hotly throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as their 
eyes raced over her excitedly trembling young curves. She could feel their 
bodies straining closer and closer to her nakedness with each passing 
second. Her hands moved rapidly now over their two jerking cock-shafts 
sliding in and out "of her tight-clasping fingers. 

Marge felt a rising tide of passion beginning deep in her spasmodically 
vibrating belly. Yes ..., she thought... there was absolutely nothing she 
wouldn't do now ... The very defenselessness of her position and the 
impending ravishment of her turned-on young body brought tiny bursts of fire 
dancing through her booze-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about what they 
were about to do to her made hot tingles of excitement pulse through her 
little pussy while rivulets of warm cuntal moisture came gushing rapidly 
down between her legs. 

Curt began working at her cunt; slowly he insinuated his fingers between her 
blood-swollen pussy lips to widen and moisten her eagerly waiting passage 
for the greater entry to come. 

"Uuuuuuuuggggghhh!" Marge moaned, trembling at the lewd spasms his plunging 
fingers sent coursing through her vaginal walls. 

Chuck, on the other side, dropped his head to one tiny erect nipple and 
began nibbling at it with hungry urgency. Suddenly, he grunted, and pushed 
Webster aside, surprising them both with his abruptness. 

The younger man placed his hands on the softly flaring curves of her hips 
and began slithering down her prostrate body. "I'm gonna lick it - just like 
the last time," he said with a sneer. 

"Now, Chuck," Curt interrupted. "You've already had your chance at that 
blonde little pussy. It's my turn now." 

"Hell, I was here first!" 

"I can play rough, too," Curt said angrily. "It's my money tonight...," 

"But I don't need to pay this college whore a cent!" Sterner protested. "If 
it wasn't for me, she wouldn't even be here tonight!" 

A wanton thrill went through Marge's body ... they were arguing about which 
one would lick her feverishly aroused vagina! "You pay for it, just like 
everyone else does, Chuck," she said tauntingly. 

Reluctantly, Sterner drew his head away from her naked pussy mound. "Go 
ahead," he said, as the businessman took his place. Marge, sensing what her 
older lover needed, quickly obliged by parting her legs as far as she could 
and rotating her hips invitingly. 

It took only a moment for Curt to work his hotly aroused body down and 
position his mouth over the coed's blonde-fringed pussylips. With a quick 
movement of his thumbs, he pulled the soft, hair-lined lips back to expose 
her tiny erected clitoris at the top. 

"Oh, wow, Curt, honey, you're going to suck and kiss my pussy, aren't you?" 
she murmured. 

Marge grasped her hand once again around Sterner's cock. She continued to 
skin the stiffly erect member while Webster wormed his tongue slowly up into 
the warm moistness of her cuntal split. Both of them were enjoying the 
steady licking movement of his tongue pressing wetly down from her clitoris 
into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread cuntal opening; finally, 
his tongue crushed completely through the tight elastic-like ring and 
plunged deep up into her moist vagina. 

"Lick it ..., suck her little pussy," Sterner couldn't help exclaiming from 
beside them. 

She could feel Curt's hot tongue slithering up inside her tight pussy walls 
and filling her cunt with a sense of total lewdness. Never before had the 
young student experienced such a depraved feeling. In spite of all her 
recent sexual encounters, this was different! she thought. She was with two 
men both of whom would actually pay for it! She reveled in the perversely 
wanton feeling as the older man drew back to nibble teasingly at her 
clitoris, and then more forcefully plunge his tongue again up into the 
steaming passage of her vagina. 

She lay on her back, her eyes staring unseeingly out at the street lamp 
pouring faint light through the window. Her hand stroked harder and harder 
at Chuck's fleshy cock, while Webster's tongue licked maddeningly over her 
throbbing pussy. A mounting feeling of almost animal-like sensuousness 
thrilled through her naked young body. It was ecstatic! Heavenly! If only it 
could go on forever! 

"Roll her over. I want to go at her round sweet ass," Chuck's voice came 
hoarsely from beside them where he continued staring down at his companion's 
mouth working obscenely up and down her flowering cunt. 

There was a moment of silence before Curt, satisfied with the exciting way 
things were going, lifted his head. He grunted back in a dazed voice: "Just 
a minute ... then you can fuck her." 

"No, I want to do it up the back." 

"What? Chuck, you crazy?" 

"Get on with it ... I told you Tina takes it up the ass," Sterner said. "I 
got to do it...,1 just have to!" 

"Jesus, you're crazy," the older man drawled, reluctant to remove his mouth 
from Marge's yearningly hot cunt. "Uh, okay. I'll fuck her up the pussy ... 
you can screw her from behind." 

Marge took little note of what the men were saying. She moaned 
unintelligibly - falling into a state of dazed disappointment as she felt 
Curt's deliciously sucking mouth pull away from her hotly tingling pussy 
mound. She gave an involuntary little shudder - she'd been so close, almost 
ready to cum! 

Then, the meaning of what they'd said struck through her hazy consciousness 
with full force. It couldn't be true! She'd looked forward to pleasing both 
men with every trick she'd learned this fall, but this wasn't right! It was 
inhuman to have Chuck's long, thick cock ramming into her rectum at the same 
time as Curt's penis was thrusting up into her vagina! 

She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in frightened reaction 
to the unbelievable thought: they were going to fuck into her from both 
sides of her naked young body at once! Through her daze, the trembling 
student felt their hands turn her over and pull her up on her hands and 
knees. Then, Chuck's strong fingers sank into the softly curving flesh of 
her buttocks and drew apart her milk-white ass-cheeks. Marge tried to keep 
them clenched together, but she wasn't able to as he applied the full force 
of his brute-like strength. Her legs fell open and she shivered as another 
rush of cool air coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice. 

Marge could hear the younger man suck in his breath. The tiny puckered ring 
of her anus was exposed to full view! She flexed tightly at the inner sinews 
of her rectum in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and 
prevent the cruel penetration she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened 
in fear as Sterner's outstretched middle finger probed gently at her rubbery 
anal ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger into her 
rectum as far as the first knuckle. 

"Aaaaagggg!" she groaned as a sharp searing pain shot through her. "No, 
please, Chuck, no! Stop!" 

But the vengeful bartender didn't stop there - without giving her a moment 
to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her anal passage, he shoved 
his finger steadily deeper as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely 
skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off the pain. His fingernail caught 
briefly in the soft flesh lining her tightly resisting rectum, sending a 
momentary harsher biting pain coursing through her. She groaned and 
slithered on her elbows on the mattress, making another useless effort to 
escape. 

"Oh no! Please don't! Chuck, you're hurting meeee!" she choked hoarsely, 
wishing Webster would help her. "Curt... please?" 

But there was no response from the older man. She could feel his cock 
rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh as he watched the bartender 
preparing her virginal anus for a violent fuck. Tears of shame and 
humiliation streamed down her cheeks as she fully realized that Chuck hadn't 
been talking idly. 

The two men planned to fuck her together! They'd gotten her drunk, and now 
they were going to screw her mercilessly, both at the same time! Chuck and 
Curt were so intensely involved in that effort that her protests of pain and 
unwillingness meant nothing to them. 

Finally beaten, the sobbing blonde let her buttocks go limp to be used as 
Sterner wished, steeling herself mentally to endure the pain. 

"Man, what an ass!" Sterner coughed from behind, digging his fingers cruelly 
into her virginal rectum, widening and expanding it without mercy. He shoved 
a second finger in alongside the first and then both were embedded up in the 
tight narrow passage between her buttocks, causing her to jerk forward 
spontaneously. 

Suddenly, the younger man pulled his fingers out of her nether-tunnel and 
Marge sighed with momentary relief, allowing Chuck to force her legs wide 
with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions 
on their cruel faces while they peered at her naked little anus that Chuck 
would violate in the next few minutes. She jerked down onto her stomach at 
the strange feeling when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips 
onto her little rectal hole to moisten and lubricate his entry. 

"Up! Get up on your knees," Chuck Sterner commanded, totally confident of 
his obscene power over her. 

The trembling young girl complied without hesitation. Moaning, she jerked 
her hips back up to a' salacious kneeling position, the full white mounds of 
her buttocks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust high 
in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly clenched 
anus puckered in alternating fear and helplessness. 

As Chuck knelt behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully shaking 
ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened 
length of his cock , slid searchingly up and down her warm nether crevice, 
teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the 
lewd contact. The bartender levered himself up on his arms and pressed 
slightly forward with his hips for a moment, He was directing his rock-hard 
penis straight at the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum! 

"Ahhhhh!" Marge gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held 
buttocks. 

It was so huge! She could never take his massive penis in her rectum without 
it ripping her belly in half! But before the fearfully trembling young girl 
could jerk away, Chuck's hands dug into her shoulders, pressing them down 
hard and flat against the responding mattress. She could feel his muscularly 
rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probe of his heatedly searching 
cock at her clenched anus increased. 

Searing pain shot through her tight little belly as her vainly resisting 
rectum gave way before the-unyielding pressure of his cock. "Ugggggh! 
Lorrrrd!" she groaned as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside. 

It was too big ..., it was just too much! 

The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through 
every fiber of Marge's helplessly kneeling body; she groaned in anguish as 
he thrust mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his expanding 
hardness. The young blonde seemed to be in an eternity of excruciating agony 
and her eyes widened as his pressurizing penis increased the torture till 
she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly 
impaled buttocks. The giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her 
aching rectum! 

Curt Webster was muttering incoherently from beside the nakedly engaged 
couple; "For Christ sakes, Chuck, turn her over... turn Marge over," he 
could contain himself no longer. 

Marge groaned as Chuck's stone-hard cock nudged far up inside her painfully 
stretched anal passage, skewering her like a sacrificial lamb on a spit. 
Then his hands moved under her heaving belly and he pulled her up and over 
him as he rolled onto his back on the wide mattress. The helpless young 
blonde came to rest with her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his 
thighs, lying full length on her back, pressed tight against his stomach and 
massive chest. 

At once, the older man fell eagerly onto her helpless young body, 
positioning himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even 
farther apart. In the next second, he had his achingly impatient penis in 
his hand. "I'll fuck her now... I'11 put it up in her pussy," Curt said. 
Skinning back his rubbery foreskin, he guided his obscenely bulbous 
cock-head .directly into the clasping opening of her moist warm cunt. 

"Nooooo," Marge groaned. "You're hurting meeeee!" 

But her protests ended in a surprised gurgle as the excited businessman 
rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his blood-swollen hardness 
deep up inside her belly. His penis had joined Sterner's rampant cock sunk 
to the hilt in her anus. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two 
lust-driven men, the half-drunk teenager could feel their two rock-hard 
shafts throbbing sympathetically side by side, with only the thin membrane 
between her vagina and rectum separating them. 

And then they began fucking into her, thrusting up with long hard lunges 
that threatened to tear her loins apart. Falling into a mutual rhythm, they 
buffeted her helpless body between them as though she were a rag doll. She 
tried to tear herself from between them, but her muffled moans and whimpers 
merely incited them to smack their bodies against her with greater and 
greater force. 

"Oh, please, please, God ... pleeeeaaassseee!" Marge moaned. She could feel 
tiny ridges of her tender vaginal flesh pulling out with the base of Curt's 
thickly virile cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge up inside. The 
same was true of Chuck's pulsating cock-shaft thrusting fiercely in and out 
of her sodomized rectum. "God ... God help me!" her voice seemed to echo 
back at her from the glowing street lamp hanging like a smashed coin outside 
the window. 

And then the impossible happened! 

Marge had sunk into a dazed state ... then her mind focused on their bodies 
colliding into her from either side ..., her voice diminishing to a low 
mewling whine. 

She discovered it didn't hurt when she didn't try to fight the pain, which 
was slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware there would be no pain 
... she actually began to enjoy it. It was a strange masochistic joy brought 
on by the helplessness of her position and the thought of being used 
abusively by two virile men at once. 

Gyrating her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the 
obscenely skewered adolescent began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly at 
first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill 
coursed through her entire body! She lurched uncontrollably backward to meet 
the rigid upthrust of Sterner's long thick cock plunging into her wide-split 
anus; then she rotated her hips upward again to receive the length of Curt's 
lust-heated penis ramming into her hotly begging vagina. Her buttocks began 
to move in slow seductive circles between the two men's sandwiching loins. 

"That's it honey ..., move your ass like that!" Chuck groaned from behind 
her. 

"Oooooh ... what's happening?" she asked unbelievingly as her naked young 
body began to twist and writhe in voluptuous abandon. 

"Damn, if it isn't Marge Olson," a new voice full of irony grunted, but none 
of the three seemed to hear it. 

Tony Barstow, standing in the threshold to the bedroom, gaped down 
incredulously at the lewd trio - he'd wondered why Marge couldn't go out 
with him on Homecoming, but this explained it. Shit! She was fucking both 
those guys at once! He recalled her mentioning she was a friend of the 
redheaded waitress at the 'Liner -. and it had seemed strange. Tina was a 
prostitute ... any girl associated with her must have the same tendencies, 
he'd thought. But Marge Olson! That studiously innocent blonde in English 
class! 

He hung at the door, a strange mounting desire shooting like quicksilver 
through his loins at the sight of the naked teenager sandwiched between the 
two men; there was nothing he wanted to do more than ram his aching penis up 
between the lovely young blonde's moist sensuous lips! A sadistic thrill 
coursed through his lower extremities; great swirls of heat pulsed through 
his cock's turgid hardness until he could contain himself no longer. "For 
Christ's sakes... Marge!" His normally deep voice squeaked with amazement as 
he approached them. 

Marge heard him and then sensed a movement above her. Peering over Curt's 
perspiration-slick shoulder, she saw the football player's husky form coming 
at them. A shameless flush of embarrassment went through her; of all the 
people she didn't want to have know about her depraved behavior, it was the 
star tackle on the MCU football team! She'd been thinking of him as a 
possible boyfriend! Now, everything was done for her! Her reputation at 
school would be in ruins within days ..., she knew Tony'd let the word get 
around to his friends ... then it would spread like wildfire. But with a 
masochistic thrill she decided she just didn't care! 

Tony's body tensed as he tore off his clothing and tried to get at her; it 
wasn't hard to see that he wanted to be a part of her humiliating 
subjugation too! 

"Over here, Tony. You can put it in my mouth," Marge crooned at the enormous 
athlete. She wriggled the upper part of her body slightly out from between 
the two hard-fucking men, putting her cheek on a pillow. Sterner and 
Webster, doubly excited by having a new participant in the helpless blonde's 
ravishment, immediately accommodated young Barstow. 

Tony slipped down to the mattress and lay aslant her so that his penis 
hovered menacingly beside her face. He reached toward her immediately ... 
clamping his hands harshly onto the sides of her head, he twisted his 
fingers into her long disheveled hair. She sensed Tony's excitement, and it 
made her squirm her hips that much harder between the other two men. 

"I ... uggghhh!" Her words were cut off by the heels of Tony's hands digging 
into her cheeks. He pulled her face downward till her lips brushed over the 
blunt bulbous head of his cock standing out in full blood-hardened erection 
between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was slippery from his excited 
pre-ejaculate. 

"Yessss ..., let me suck your cock ... you'll Tike doing it while Curt and 
Chuck fuck me, won't you, Tony?" she mewled wantonly. 

His hands pressed against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart, and the long 
thick cock sank inward. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she mumbled. Oh God, he was going to cum in her mouth, spewing 
all his boiling sperm into her with hard shooting bursts that she would have 
to swallow to keep from choking. 

More aroused than ever now, she began urgently working her lips in a tightly 
gripping circle just over his lust-swollen cock-head that plunged 
impetuously toward her throat. Cock! Prick! His penis tasted deliciously 
tangy and pungent, and she could tell from its throbbing pulsations that he 
was about to pump out his warm thick cum into her fervidly sucking mouth at 
any moment. 

The two men below her, excited by the star football player's unanticipated 
participation, began to increase the force of their own mighty thrusts up 
into her tightly clasping pussy and rectum. They lunged into her with deep 
desperate strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect penis straining her 
pink sensuous lips to their limit. 

To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear 
into a strange lengthened fusion with Marge's face. Tony Barstow sank his 
penis into the back of her wetly drawing mouth until his coarse dark pubic 
hair brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly 
against the student-prostitute's chin in unison with his hard upward 
thrusts. 

Then suddenly as they watched, the husky athlete jerked his cock from 
Marge's sucking lips and held his penis about two inches away as, with an 
agonized yelp, he began lewdly spewing his hot thick cum into her greedily 
gulping mouth in an obscene geyser spray. 

"Shit," Barstow gasped as the jetting spurts streamed from his ejaculating 
cock-head like milk from a cow, filling her wide open mouth to the brim. 

The young blonde swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of 
the hot male fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down to keep up with his 
jerking penis crazily jettisoning his young clear white sperm into her face. 
Tony's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of semen and 
her mouth overflowed. Thin trails of his pearl-colored liquid ran out from 
the corners of her lips and over the rapidly working muscles of her throat 
that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir. 

"Aaaaaaaggg! Aaaaggghhh! Fuck ..., SCREW ME! YOU BASTARDS!" Marge coughed 
and groaned at the mental picture of the handsome young football player 
obscenely shooting his sperm into her mouth while the others fucked her 
rectum and pussy. 

She was cumming now, too, and wildly writhed out her release on the two 
expanding cocks cramming into her from in front and behind. "Yeeeeoowww!" 
She was going out of her mind! The thought of the athlete spewing his 
impatient white cum juice all over her helpless face while Curt and Chuck 
plunged into her deliriously excited cunt and rectum was just too much! 

She just had to cum now! She couldn't hold back any longer! 

Chuck and the older businessman felt her two passages flowering open around 
their aching members and gushes of wet feminine liquid -flooding out and 
onto their furiously pistoning cocks. 

"... Fuck her hard," Curt hissed from in front. 

"I... AM!" Chuck grunted responsively. 

They thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the 
ecstatically aroused student jerk between them several times. The muscles of 
her frantically heaving pelvis worked and sucked at the two cocks embedded 
up inside as though trying to milk them dry. 

Marge's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt them plunge deep 
inside her again; the searing jets of their lust-crazed penises splashed up 
heatedly into her gratefully cumming belly. Their orgasmic juices jetted 
deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of abandoned passion that Marge had 
never know could exist. 

The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her 
limbs fell out obscenely to the sides on the sernen-and-sweat-soaked 
mattress. The satiated teenager lay still, her naked back flat on Chuck's 
chest, Curt's wiry body splayed over her own. 

Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted 
deeply to get her breath, sinking-into a half-conscious daze of joy and 
contentment she had never known before. 

 Chapter Six 

In early December, Marge found a studio apartment on Hilton near the 
university and moved out of Tina's place. She hated being so close to the 
Airliner, but she couldn't afford to be fussy - and she had a pretty view of 
the quad almost directly across the street. 

She was still friends with the auburn-haired girl. During the next few 
weeks, they frequently met for coffee before work. Chuck's drinking had 
gotten out of hand and, more and more, he was flying into bursts of 
unexpected anger. Then, just before Christmas, both Tina and Marge left 
their jobs at the 'Liner ... 

Christmas, and the Minnesota university town was deserted. A blizzard in 
mid-December had dropped a foot of snow in the area - the old quad buildings 
were surrounded by white-mantled oaks, and out in the residential parts 
there was a snowman in every front yard. But the white fluff had soon turned 
to pepper-and-salt slush, and now even that was melted away. Marge'd hoped 
for a white Christmas, but the weather reports were predicting rain for 
central Minnesota ... School shut down for the holidays, the streets were 
empty, the bookshops and Student Union were locked tight; three days before 
Christmas, even the corner Rexall closed. Marge's holiday social festivities 
turned out to be slipping into an empty movie theater by herself, and 
meeting Tina for lunch in the Smorgasbord Room at the Clinton Hotel. 
Tonight, Christmas Eve, she was staying home. To get in the mood, she'd 
bought some antique Christmas ornaments and hung them in the window and in 
the entryway between her tiny livingroom-bedroom and kitchen. 

It was five in the afternoon, and Tina had said she'd call at four, but so 
far she hadn't. Marge's plans were up in the air, and it looked like she was 
going to be frustratingly free this evening. Now she poured herself some 
eggnog from the supply she'd made in case Tina should come over. The pretty 
blonde had always dreaded the dreary holidays with her mother, but she was 
coming to know another side of Christmas which was equally depressing ... 
Today she hadn't talked to one other human being, and she had no reason to 
expect a ring from anyone ... but Tina. 

She polished off the cup of eggnog and crossed to the phone table by the 
couch and dialed Tina's number. 

"Yes ... who is it?" the redhead's huskily sexy voice answered. 

"Me. I was wondering ... do you want to come over?" Marge lit a cigarette 
and set her ashtray on the armrest of the couch. 

"I was thinking about it and then something came up. Larry called. He wants 
to go out." 

"What about his family?" Marge said. 

"That's what I said, but to him it doesn't make any difference." 

Marge exhaled smoke into the receiver. "I'm so damn lonely," she said. 

"Actually, I think Christmas is a drag for a lot of people," Tina commented. 

"Well... give me a call if Larry decides not to go out," Marge said 
expectantly. "Maybe we could still do something." 

"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm afraid there's not much chance of that," said 
Tina regretfully as Marge hung up the line. 

Now that she'd dropped work at the 'Liner, a void had opened up in Marge's 
life. She'd rarely had a chance to examine what she was doing what with 
waitressing and her fling at being a prostitute ..., but after giving that 
all up, she realized she wasn't connected with college life any more either. 
She really couldn't figure it out; superficially, everything was better. 
She'd earned enough money to get her own apartment, and it looked like her 
grades would be excellent as ever. She had a good part-time salesgirl job 
lined up at a boutique ... starting as soon as school began again. 

She should be jumping up and down, excited about how everything had worked 
out, but she wasn't. In the old days she would have been, but somehow she 
had changed. She just didn't get that excited any more.' In some ways, she 
felt like one of those patients who, having survived an unusual operation, 
had some vital part missing, though no one could tell it but herself. 

Pouring another tumbler-full of brandy, she gave an automatic sigh at her 
prospects for the evening. She still wondered as she turned on the portable 
TV, whether she hadn't made a wrong choice ... somewhere along the line... 


End
