Her Strange Desire
by Jane Doheny


CHAPTER ONE 

Beautiful blonde Sue Davis stared through the front window of her small book 
and stationery store. It was a tiny store, not much larger than an average 
bedroom, and the small space in the rear where she now lived, was even 
tinier. Yet, the location had a delightful advantage. It was across the 
street from the practice field, where the freshman football team from State 
College held their daily workouts. 

Autumn weather was balmy in the small midwestern town, so the voluptuous 
young woman wore her usual brief outfit of clingingly thin clothing, 
garments which showed off her fully graceful curves most advantageously. She 
had on a pair of short shorts, pressing like a second skin against her 
smoothly slim thighs and lushly round buttocks. 

Below the cuffs of the shorts were long tapering legs, smoothly golden with 
the tan of the previous summer. Yes, that long summer! That summer in which 
the just-graduated twenty-two-year-old blonde had for the first three-month 
period since she was eighteen, abstained from her voyeuristic impulses. She 
had gone away from the college town to a remote seashore village to work in 
a secluded home for the aged. For three months she had not feasted her eyes 
on the ripe young body of a college freshman athlete. 

Now she had returned. The job had only been a temporary summer affair, and 
something had drawn her back to the college town where she had spent the 
last four years. The small store was vacant, and on a wild impulse she 
decided to rent it and set herself up in business. There was nothing wrong 
with that. It was only reasonable for a college graduate to seek some kind 
of profession, and there just might be a need for a second bookstore in 
town, right across the street from a playing field favored by the whole 
incoming class of freshman boys. 

Sue breathed deeply as she watched the young men race back and forth across 
that field. She could almost smell the sweat in her nostrils, as she watched 
the rippling of young muscles under clingingly wet t-shirts. A trickle of 
sweat formed down the side of her own lithe torso, bare and satin-smooth 
beneath her brief halter top. 

The flat plane of her belly was finely covered with blonde down. She was a 
truly lovely girl, her face fresh and girlish, her golden blonde hair drawn 
tightly back from her temples and formed into a single braid, long and 
thick, which fell across her shoulder and bounced invitingly against her 
proud-set breasts. Her fully rounded breasts were those of a centerfold 
beauty. Upthrust and ripely swelling, they were without the need of a 
brassiere beneath the pink halter. Her larger-than-normal nipples were all 
too evident through the silky material as they pressed freely against it 
from inside as if seeking escape. 

She was indeed a sexy creature, the dream of any sane man, and yet she was 
not a happy young woman. In fact, Sue Davis was a very lonely girl. She was 
alone with her strange desires, her weird fantasies, alone with the nagging 
feelings of guilt they gave her. Why did the images of lithe young freshman 
athletes fill her mind during every hour of wakefulness, and fill her dreams 
at night? 

Could it all be attributed to the terrible thing that had befallen her four 
years past? Sue was ever alone with the memory of that too, the recollection 
of the autumn day in her own freshman year-a day much like this one-when she 
had been awakened rudely to the possibilities of pleasure in her own body. 

She noticed that the glass of Scotch and soda in her hand was shaking, 
making the ice cubes clink against the glass. She took a sip of the numbing 
fluid, and resumed watching the freshman football team practicing vigorously 
in the open field.. Through the plate glass window of her bookstore she saw 
the smoothly tanned bodies of the eighteen-year-old boys, cavorting so 
powerfully on the field, shouting with the loud vitality of youth, the 
strong voices of young athletes. She pulled up a chair and sat down to take 
in the practice as a spectator at a football game would sit, comfortably to 
be entertained by an event. 

Sue found herself squirming in the chair, as a warmly lecherous excitement 
began to tingle unwantedly through her quivering loins. Just look at all 
those delicious young footballers, she said to herself. How strong and quick 
they are, how powerless she would be at an onslaught from one of them. They 
were clad in only t-shirts and shorts for the no-contact practice. Sue's 
strikingly blue eyes feasted covetously on their young chests and legs, the 
ripples of their developing muscles, and the taper of their youthful backs 
to their lean waists and firm buttocks. 

She could only imagine the rest of them, the private hidden parts she had 
seen only that one time when she herself was a freshman. How hard and strong 
the rods hanging between their thighs could grow, steel-like and implacable. 
The very idea of it set her aflame. She could almost feel one of the stiff 
cocks, parting the softly female lips of her pussy and penetrating deeply 
within her heated core. 

She knew it was wrong. It was sinful. It was the bottom of degeneracy, 
beautiful Sue Davis realized. But as always she felt totally incapable of 
controlling her sordid lusts. During the summer, away from all young men, 
she had been able to do it, but here near the campus, with those hot-blooded 
young athletes cavorting just beyond her grasp, she was again unable to 
restrain her thoughts. 

She knew from many times before that the perverted desires she had-the 
strange lust to have these young and handsome eighteen-year-old athletes 
seducing her, raping her, violating her-would continue to grow teasingly in 
the hotly throbbing flesh up between her legs till she thought she would 
explode. There was not a thing she could do about it either, not once the 
insidious desires began. She would have to relieve herself, doing the filthy 
thing with her fingers that she knew was wrong. It would either be that or 
something worse. 

Suddenly, the possibility occurred to her. Now that she was a woman, now 
that she had graduated the college, would she actually have sex with one of 
the young athletes? Is that what brought her back to the small midwestern 
college town? Is that why she set up this little bookstore, with the bed in 
the cramped quarters behind? She shook the idea from her mind, but it came 
back, returned in the form of a recollection of that day four years ago when 
she had thrilled to the single sexual incident in her tortured life. 

The attractive blonde drained the last of her Scotch and soda, then rose 
from her chair and crossed unsteadily to where she kept a bottle of Scotch 
hidden below the cash register. She didn't bother diluting the alcoholic 
taste with soda water this time, pouring a large measure of the liquor 
straight over the ice cubes in her glass. She found herself back at the 
window then, standing and staring passionately out at the youthful men 
across the road, feverishly taking long sips from her Scotch. 

She hoped the alcohol would help settle her sensually maddened nerves, but 
it seemed almost as if it were having an opposite effect. That was silly, of 
course, for the fact was that she was long overdue for sexual release, and 
the frustrations of denial were causing her acute mental distress. 

She had been using her fingers whenever the urge had been too great to 
stifle, finding no other means for the past four years. Prior to that day in 
her freshman year, she had been able to ignore any feelings of sensuality in 
her body, but since then, her mind had been wracked with visions of youthful 
athletes forcing themselves on her weakly feminine self, and she had been 
obliged to relieve the attendant tensions with her fingers. 

Yet masturbation hardly scratched the heated surface of her desperate 
desires, and was totally unable to quench the maddening drives as did the 
possibility of actually having her cunt filled with a throbbingly virile 
cock, the implacable manhood of one of those athletes out on that playing 
field. 

She smiled with a touch of bitter irony as she thought of what one of those 
young men might say about her if they knew. They would call her a hot-cunted 
broad. 

Denial was simply something she wasn't able to cope with at this stage of 
her life. It wasn't as though she were a nubile young girl student. She was 
twenty-two and steeped in the dreams of sexual liaisons with four 
generations of freshman boys at this college, and now she was going to have 
to live with the athletic romping of a fifth group of them, just across the 
street from where she had set up her new business. 

Perhaps her fate had been sealed that day four years ago. 

She recalled it vividly, a warm autumn day like this one. It was so warm 
that when Ralph Winslow, a freshman like herself, had asked her out for the 
day, he had suggested a secluded spot he'd heard about where they could do 
some late season swimming. 

She was wearing a rather daring pink bikini, and had already attained a 
woman's body with profoundly firm breasts and curving, rounded thighs. She 
had been only eighteen, but then again, that's all Ralph was. It had been a 
little colder in the swimming hole than they had anticipated, so they 
decided to sunbathe on a low, flat rock. She sat down on the sun-warmed 
rock, and Ralph Winslow in his swimming trunks had stretched out on a large 
bath towel. She stared at his body for awhile, watching the beads of water 
evaporate in the sun, and then she lay down beside him. 

Soon, perhaps because of the sensuous effect of the balmy sunshine, they 
were giggling and tussling around in a playful wrestling match. She could 
feel the strength in his athletic arms. Ralph was being touted as the most 
promising of the football players in the incoming class. He had been a 
superstar in high school. 

Sue remembered it all so clearly. She'd been able to feel the hard bulge in 
his bathing trunks when he'd pressed his firm young body against her 
ripening breasts, and soon their playing had reached a point of sexual 
exploration. Inexperienced passions had risen beyond their youthful control 
before either of them had fully realized what was happening to them. 

Suddenly, Sue had resisted. She had realized that things had already gone 
too far. She started to pull away, but Ralph was too hot. The young stud 
grabbed her and pulled her forcefully to him. The power in his grasp did 
something to her, sending wild thrills through her body. She had spent her 
high school years in an all-girls school, and she hadn't told him just how 
innocent and inexperienced she was. 

She recalled how the young man had rolled over on her, and how hard the rock 
felt beneath her body. She. had started to scream, but he had covered her 
mouth with his, and the hotly burning kiss and turned her to jelly. His 
tongue was soon inside her mouth, searching for hers, finding it and sending 
incredible waves of passion washing over her soul. 

She could still remember his hands on her warmly tingling breasts outside 
the flimsy material of her bathing suit top, and how she had made no move to 
stop him from undoing the tie-straps. She had wanted to, but she had been 
unable. Then he was removing the top. Some instinct in her sounding an 
alarm, she jerked one hand free and grabbed his wrist. She pulled with all 
her might, and his fingers tore loose of the pink material. 

She felt him twisting his wrist out from her grasp, and then she felt a 
stinging slap across the cheek that snapped her head and put her mind into a 
spin. He called her some name, cock-teaser or something like that, and his 
hands had quickly torn the top of her bikini away and discarded it. She had 
gone limp, the violence of his acts more effective in destroying her will to 
resist than they were in physically forcing her to do his bidding. 

She simply thrilled to the display of force, and every harsh action the 
youthful athlete took was met with a heated response deep within her cunt. 

There had then come the wildly exciting sensations of his fingers tracing 
over the hotly naked flesh of her teenage breasts, and his pinching of her 
taut little nipples. She had stopped struggling entirely now, and the 
pleasure in her breasts caused her to helplessly moan and gasp. She had been 
caught up in the whirlwind of her own eighteen-year-old body's passion to 
where she hadn't stopped his hand as it taunted her molded Hat belly, moving 
downward, ever downward, over those sensitive areas to the inside of her 
quivering young thighs. 

She could not resist this athletic young stud. She somehow wanted him to 
lash out once more and return the exciting sting to her cheek. 

In one smooth unhesitating action, the football player had gone straight 
under the thin wisp of cloth to the softly moistened lips of her virginal 
pussy. A dryness had crept into her throat as she panted for breath, 
clinging with all her strength to her lover as she had abandoned herself to 
his obscenely inciting manipulations. 

Then Ralph had removed his bathing trunks, and she had gazed fondly on the 
first male organ she had ever seen in all her tender eighteen years. He had 
a hard-on. It had been the most beautiful sight of her life. It had been the 
most lovely thing she could imagine, and as he had fingered wetly inside her 
throbbing young cunt, she had reached out and grasped his fleshy shaft 
lovingly, wanting to bring him the same delicious pleasures as he was 
bringing her. 

They had fondled and caressed with each other's aroused genitals up there on 
that warm, flat rock for many minutes, experimenting with secret things Sue 
had not even believed that grown-ups did. At last with a groan, Ralph had 
inserted his thickly throbbing cock deep inside the young girl's tight 
little cunt, breaking through her virginal resistance, sending sharp pains 
through her body. 

In and out of her tight sheath the young man's organ thrust, till the pangs 
of hurt turned to thrills of pleasure. Again and again he humped her in the 
warm sun, on that flat rock by the swimming hole, deep in the woods where 
there were no prying eyes, no eyes except those of her own conscience. 

She had felt some strange feeling washing up from her cunt, filling her 
whole body, making her see bursting star patterns in her mind. She heard 
herself crying out, moaning, groaning, and then screaming with pleasure as 
the young stud humped in and out of her sopping cunt. When she started to 
come down she was aware of his own heavy breathing, and then he was jerking 
his loins into her, impaling her with his piston-driving cock. 

She heard him rasp and moan, and then she could feel the spurts of his hot 
fluid in her pussy. Again and again he drilled into her, till finally he 
slowed his pace and slumped over her, spent and exhausted. 

Even as she stood thinking about it, Sue could feel the weight of the 
athlete's powerful body on hers. She had to get some sort of hold on 
herself. She simply had to. 

She went to the bottle and poured herself another drink. She had to get a 
grip on herself or she wouldn't be able to handle the onslaught of freshman 
boys who would drop into her store to look around after football practice. 
They had to pass it to get back to the main part of the campus, where the 
dorms were, and there was always some interesting paperbacks on display that 
couldn't be found in the regular bookstore, or some school supplies that 
were marked down about ten percent cheaper than the same supplies in the big 
store. 

She could picture the group of young athletes in the shop, crowding around 
and pressing their hotly virile bodies against her. It would be in just a 
very short time, half an hour or so. 

Sue slumped dejectedly into the chair as she looked out the window. How 
could she get herself so worked up, just gazing at athletes practicing, just 
recalling the day that Ralph had raped her. Yes, rape is what it had been. 
She had earnestly tried to fight him off, but he was too strong physically. 
Why had she not reported it then? She had told herself it was out of mercy 
for the young man, who would have been kicked out of school. His life would 
have been ruined for sure. 

Deep down inside she knew that she hadn't reported it because she felt as 
responsible for what had happened as he had been. Guilt plagued her, not 
only for the thoughts she constantly held in her mind, but for the reality 
of what had happened that day. 

She had seduced Ralph as much as he had raped her. It was true that he 
forced himself on her, but had she not enticed him, she knew that it 
wouldn't have been possible. She also knew that it could happen again. She 
could entice another young man, another of the freshman footballers. Ever 
since that day by the swimming hole, four long years ago, no man other than 
a member of the freshman team had held any enchantment for her. She couldn't 
let it happen, not at her age. She had to get a firm grip on her emotions. 

Breathing in deeply, Sue let her eyes return to the street. Her heart leaped 
suddenly to her throat. The tingling sensations rippling through her 
unquenched loins suddenly flared in still hotter flames of licking passion. 

Oh no! she cried out to herself. She gripped the edge of the chair 
convulsively with her free hand, swallowing thickly. There, coming down the 
sidewalk toward the bookstore was Tom Martindale. He was whistling jauntily, 
even though he was slightly limping. His left ankle had been accidentally 
twisted the week before, which was why he wasn't out there with the other 
freshman football players. 

Instead, the handsome youth was angling right for Sue's bookstore, probably 
to buy some of the paperbacks that had been assigned as subsidiary reading 
in the first meetings of the new classes. She drew in a sharp breath. The 
other team members wouldn't be through practice for half an hour yet. That 
meant that the young man would enter the store alone. For the first time 
since she opened the store, there would be a student in it all by himself 
... and he was the best looking youngster on the freshman football team. 

She watched in horror as the powerfully build young man approached. The door 
swung open, the breeze fanning her hair, and then the lad was inside with 
her. She must not succumb as she had four years before. She must not let her 
sensually hungering body betray her. She must not. 

"Hello, Miss Davis," Tom Martindale called out to her. "What's happening?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Hello Tom," Sue managed in a low throaty whisper. "You're in early today." 

"Yeah, well that's because of my ankle. I was excused from practice because 
there was nothing for me to do. I didn't feel like going home, so I thought 
I'd come here." 

"To see the latest books?" 

The blonde woman studied the handsome eighteen-year-old, powerfully aware 
that the youth's vibrant body was less than three feet from her. She could 
almost feel the warmth of his powerful virility pulsating toward her from 
the smoothly fresh muscles which were beneath his thin shirt and tight 
pants, and in spite of her resolve to resist, a twinge of wickedly lewd 
desire coursed through her moistening pussy. It took all of her strength 
just to resist the temptation of reaching out and caressing the flat curve 
of his belly where it disappeared inside his trousers. She mustn't allow 
herself to seduce him. The consequences were all to clear. 

The same idea was already in Tom's head. Miss Davis is sure one hell of a 
stacked woman, young Tom thought involuntarily as he looked at the 
long-limbed blonde. She was hardly wearing anything today. Those long 
curving legs, the rounded swell of her hips, the upward thrust of her tautly 
pointed breasts beneath her clinging blouse. It made him swallow hard just 
looking at her sitting there in that old chair. If she wasn't wearing a 
brassiere like, he guessed, then it was really too much. The mere thought of 
her naked breasts brought a crimson flush to his face. He felt a little 
foolish just standing there like an idiot, but he couldn't seem to help 
himself. Imagine if those tits were all real, and really that firm. 

"I guess so," the young stud stated flatly. Looking for the latest books was 
probably as good an idea as any for coming around to give Miss Davis the 
eye. 

"Is there something in particular you were looking for, Tom?" Sue asked 
helpfully. She waved around the small store, which consisted of little more 
than a line of bookcases along one wall, a stationery counter besides the 
chair she was sitting in, a paperback rack and shelves along the other wall. 
The shelves held the paper, full reams stacked high, plus carbon paper and 
other bulky supplies. "Well, I was thinking about some light reading." 

"I've got some new paperbacks in," the woman nodded, smiling pleasantly. 
"They're in the rack." What would Tom's cock look like? Nice and long and 
firm, she bet. It had to be, on a lad of his build and age. And his balls, 
hairy and roughly pebbled beneath the six or seven inches of hard prick 
jutting out from warmly smooth loins. The thought flashed across her mind as 
to whether Tom's stiff cock would feel better than Ralph's cock had inside 
her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she knew that it would, if she let him. 

Ashamed at her weakening resolve, Sue forced herself to gaze away as Tom 
went to the revolving bookrack. In search of some easy reading, he gazed up 
and down the rows of books. It did no good for Sue to look away. He was 
there, too close for her to resist, that beautiful young stud, 
subconsciously wanting her, not knowing that he did want her, not even 
certain what he would do with the older woman. 

He did want her though. Sue was certain of that. She could feel it in the 
air. She knew he wanted her. He wanted to look at her when she was naked, 
see her ripely swelling breasts and pink, diamond-hard nipples, her buttocks 
and most of all, between her legs at her softly blond-fringed pussy. She 
wished she could pose in the nude for him right then and there. 

"Do you see anything interesting?" she asked, sucking in a deep breath to 
stop her trembling. 

The young athlete's eyes seemed to pop as he stared indecently at the 
bookstore owner's smoothly tanned thighs while she shifted in the chair. He 
could even catch a heady glimpse of sheer white nylon panties where they 
clung snugly to the enticing juncture between the cuffs of her tight 
short-shorts. He found himself visualizing in his mind what she would look 
like without her shorts or those white nylon panties, and once more he 
swallowed tightly. 

At the same time, Sue was feeling more ashamed than ever at herself for the 
way she was staring in return at his lithely slender body, and she tried 
desperately to quell the ever stronger erotic desires that were growing 
unwantedly in her seething loins. There was the same something about Tom 
that there had been about the athlete four years before, and all the other 
footballers after him. It was more than simply a leanly muscular virility, 
but almost as if there was a compelling magnetism between her sensually 
needful body and the rough athlete, an undeniable animal attraction that 
wickedly forced them together no matter what precautions she could take. She 
thrilled to the idea of a young athlete's panther-like power. 

Tom stood there slowly turning the revolving paperback book rack. He was 
staring over it at the blonde woman, not even moving his eyes up and down 
the racks of books any longer. It was clear that he was more interested in 
her than in any old paperback. He wished he could see her cunt. 

Sue fell into confusion, unable to make her mind function properly as she 
felt the youth's eyes gazing involuntarily over her desirable, thinly-clad 
body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her responsive flesh, and they 
seemed to roam at will up and down from her high-rounded breasts to the full 
inviting curves of her naked and exposed thighs. Suddenly a voice inside her 
gave a stern warning. She should let him pick out a book quickly, not speak 
further with him, and get him out of the store as quickly as possible. He 
was a threat, that portion of her mind screamed. She should tell him to 
hurry up and leave before it was too late. 

Yet, tingling thrills were running through the body of the unwillingly 
aroused woman, and her flesh was growing hotter and hotter as she watched 
the youth unconsciously stare up and down her lushly mature body. She could 
feel a moistening tremor of passionate response up between her 
smooth-skinned thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the 
maddening temptation to seduce this beautiful young athlete and to hell with 
the consequences. She had to get a firm grip on herself, and yet in spite of 
her knowledge of what surrender might bring, she found herself becoming more 
hotly aroused by the second. What was the use of fighting it. She was 
determined to do what she had longed to do these past four years, to repeat 
the excitingly thrilling day by the water hole when a youthful athlete took 
her and ravaged her body. 

Someday, she suddenly understood, she was going to have a young man do it, 
no matter how hard she fought. Only the sight of the freshman's leering 
eyes, burning into her soul as surely as they burned into her body, could 
have this effect on her. The reality of that lust-hungry boy staring at her 
drove home to her the fact of what she was, what she had become, and 
inevitably, what she was going to do. Whether with this young man or with 
some other, she was bound to do it some time. That was the only reason she 
had returned to the midwestern college town in the first place. 

A tremendous surge of wicked pleasure charged through her voluptuously 
curvaceous body and she trembled from head to toe as she realized her 
decision had already been made for her. She was going to tantalize this 
young man as she had tantalized Ralph Winslow, and maybe he wouldn't touch 
her. Maybe he would only go on looking and dreaming. She hoped for all she 
was worth that he would do no more. It would be in his hands. Only he could 
keep her from falling into depravity. 

"Perhaps you should see the new books I've gotten in today," she heard her 
voice say. "They're in the back. Would you like to see them?" 

"Sure," the guy shrugged. 

She rose from the chair and went first to the front door. "I'll have to 
close up," she said with a smile. "I don't like to leave the front 
unwatched." She slipped the closed sign over the glass panel of the front 
door and then locked it. 

The young man watched the enticing form of the blond woman move gracefully 
across to the door in the back. He followed her provocatively swaying 
motions with still-stunned eyes as she paused to beckon him to come with 
her. She was taking him right into her apartment, he thought. They'd be all 
alone in there. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off the undulating rhythm of Miss Davis's 
resiliently rounded buttocks through tightly clinging shorts. She was better 
looking than any of the girls he had seen so far at the college, even the 
juniors and seniors. 

There were some pretty cute girls in the freshman class, but none had the 
sensational body of this broad. 

Since the first time he noticed her, he'd harbored a secret dream of being 
alone with the sexy babe. He wanted to show her that he wasn't any naive and 
inexperienced freshman. He was plenty grown-up, enough to satisfy a woman 
like her. In fact, his pecker was nearly raw from beating off just thinking 
about her naked, and wanting his cock, but he'd never imagined it would 
really happen to him. 

Yet, here it was. His prick was tingling at just the thought of going into 
her cramped apartment and being alone with her in those little short shorts. 
If he wasn't careful, it would get all the way hard, and that might ruin 
everything. She'd see that he had a hard-on and knew it was a mistake to 
take him back there. 

Almost stumbling, the eighteen-year-old boy followed the sensually alluring 
older woman into her apartment at the back of the bookstore. As he stood 
nervously in the middle of the small room, his hands clasped in front of 
him, he couldn't help wondering what this gorgeous dame did for fun. 

In truth, Sue did not like living in the tiny back room of the store. There 
was a small flat for rent nearby, but she didn't have the money to open the 
business and pay two rents at once. Not that she hadn't fixed the rear room 
up nicely. It was just a little cramped, that was all. 

She had it warmly furnished with a couch that folded out at night to become 
a bed and a few chairs. There was an old coffee table with several large 
stains and cigarette burns on it, and an oil heater in one corner. A 
small-screened black and white television set was on a shelf, next to the 
sink that-along with a half-sized fridge-served as the kitchen. She had 
decorated the lone window with pink curtains. The shade was drawn, and no 
one passing behind the row of stores could look in. 

Sue closed the door leading to the store and locked it too. "Sit down on the 
couch, Tom," she said invitingly. "I'll be right back with the carton of new 
paperbacks that came in. I haven't even had time to open it." 

She hefted a carton from one corner over to the coffee table, set it down 
and began to open it. Tom stared happily at her for a moment, as though 
unable to believe his good fortune, then quickly scooted all the way to the 
back of the couch. Constantly eyeing the blonde woman, he sat silently. 

As for Sue, she was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic 
sensations rippling uncontrollably through her sex-starved nerves, and no 
longer did she even care if he could see the lewd agitation caused by his 
presence or not. The only thing of which she was firmly aware now was the 
electric passions filling her needing body, her mind overflowing with 
shameless need to be raped by the powerful young athlete on the couch. 

Her gaze fell involuntarily to the lap of his tight pants, and the sight 
filled the lascivious woman with still greater desire that both thrilled and 
terrified her at the same time. Bulging out against the soft fabric was the 
clear, unmistakable outline of his slender young cock. 

Sucking in her breath, Sue roved her eyes over the rest of his virile, 
well-muscled physique, coming to rest once again on his face. Then, unable 
to stand it a moment longer she threw herself into tearing the carton open 
and piling all the books onto the coffee table in stacks. 

"I don't think these are exactly what you're looking for," she said lamely. 
The books were all historical romances, tailored for a female audience. 

"I guess not," the young man mumbled. 

Sue tried desperately to catch her fluttering breath in order to be able to 
speak. At any instant she felt she was going to beg him to treat her as 
roughly as any player on the football team. What on earth had taken 
possession of her so thoroughly? It was a silly question, she knew. She knew 
all too well what was the matter. She glanced down at her quivering 
brassiere-less breasts and then to the smoothly sloping curve of her exposed 
belly and the thinly covered triangle of her pussy mound beneath the tight 
shorts. 

She could feel the pinkly inflamed lips of her lust-swelling cunt tingling 
madly against the soft silkiness of her white nylon panties. Her nipples 
were growing pebble-hard, pressing sensitively against the clinging material 
of her blouse as her full curving breasts pulsated with the sweet agony of 
her ever mounting desires. She knew, all right, she knew. 

Frantically she began to open the cupboard above the sink, searching for the 
books that came in the week before. There hadn't been enough room on the 
shelves outside for all of them, and if she found a few that might interest 
Tom, he wouldn't think she had used that as an excuse to entice him into the 
back room. She found them, a few were adventures, and with a sigh of relief 
she brought them to him on the couch. 

"These are ... uh ... the latest action stuff, Tom," she said, miraculously 
finding her voice. 

He leaned forward, feigning a convincing enthusiasm and began sorting 
through them. 

"This beats the stuff you have to read to stay in school," he laughed, and 
Sue smiled along with him. She tried to laugh, but no more than a soft 
whimper escaped her throat. 

She thought of her sordid sexual dreams and what she would have him do to 
her. A tear slowly formed in one of her eyes and trickled down her 
passion-flushed cheek. Every fiber of her sensuously trembling body was 
responding in a tumult of lecherous yearning, all of her reasoning and 
promises proving to be flimsy barriers to the monstrous forbidden lusts that 
were overpowering her will. Every fear of ultimate discovery and every dread 
of repeating the episode she had thrilled to before, and of being ruined by 
it all, were being swept aside by the hungrily needing pressures of desire 
for that delicious young man-in the living room. Right now was the time to 
end it. She had to act. 

Sue kept a small liquor supply on a shelf, where it was handy. She took down 
a second bottle of Scotch, the first one still out in the bookstore, and 
poured a glass to the top. Yes, she needed a drink. She had to have 
something to suppress her ragged nerves before she went straight through the 
walls. Maybe then she could lead the young man out to the front, and herself 
out of the woods. 

The hot liquid burned all the way down to her quivering stomach, making her 
slightly queasy after all the other Scotch she'd consumed before. Then she 
stared at the desirable male adolescent sitting on the couch there. He was 
flipping through a book. She lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest 
of the alcohol. She refilled the glass and drank again, rewarded this time 
by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her bloodstream gratefully. 
She put the glass down and slowly pivoted to face her youthful quest again, 
her eyes half-lidded with steaming sensuality. Her determination to lead him 
out was dissolving in the alcoholic haze. Maybe he wouldn't even think of 
laying a hand on her. 

"I like this," he said, closing a book. "I'll buy it." 

"I'm glad you like it," she said to him softly. 

Sue watched young Tom shift uneasily on the couch, as if he were uncertain 
what was on her mind ... or on his own. The hotly aroused older woman could 
feel his eyes still hot upon her lightly-clothed body as he stared 
ravenously, his mouth open as he slowly viewed her up and down. She could 
sense a rising undercurrent of sexual interest in him, a certain brassy 
glint of desire in his widening eyes, and as she slowly walked toward him, 
she half-wished she had the nerve to strip her clothes off and go to him 
totally and provocatively naked, and say to him what the girl said in Story 
of O, "Take me and do with me as you wish." But of course, she could not do 
that. She wasn't that kind of woman. She didn't have that kind of 
upbringing. 

Instead, she just stood there watching him, sensing he wasn't ready or 
confident enough to make the first move. She felt herself relax just a bit 
at that insight, and then she was swinging around the coffee table to where 
he sat. She dropped onto the couch beside him, innocently enough, just as 
anyone might do with a sole guest. Suddenly, his eyes blazed in a flame of 
lust, and she knew that she had made a fatal mistake. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The now hot-faced young stud stared at her wordlessly, the torment he was 
experiencing apparent in his lewdly hungering expression. He knew he 
couldn't hold back now. He might have to force this luscious babe to fuck 
him, but he wasn't going to walk out of that store unsatisfied. 

His cock was jerking in his pants like it was on fire. He had an enormous 
hard-on, just like he got when he watched X-rated flicks, only this time the 
action was live, a wriggling, voluptuous hunk of female flesh right on the 
couch beside him. 

The older woman didn't know just how close to the brink the young man was. 
She sat there, moving her shapely can sensuously on the couch, making 
certain that the youth was fully aware of every sensually inviting 
undulation she made with her fantastic body. She gazed at him provocatively 
through the fringe of her long eye-lashes, leaning closer to rub the fully 
fleshed mound of her swelling breast against his bare arm only 
half-accidentally. 

With a mixture of fear and delight she recognized that his response was an 
agony of heated arousal, as she felt his powerful young body quiver and 
squirm with mounting excitement. Uncontrollably she blatantly scrutinized 
the crotch of his tight pants, and erotic sensations rippled all along her 
spine as she saw a large bulge beginning to strain the material between his 
legs. 

He was mulling over in his mind whether this woman could possibly be 
thinking about having sex with him. Could he get away with it? Could he 
force her? He could feel his eager young cock jerking in his pants like a 
thing alive, and he wriggled on the couch in a vain attempt to keep her from 
seeing his burgeoning erection. The hot-bodied young man tried willing his 
bone-like hardness to limpness once more, but it remained throbbingly 
blood-swollen and straining against his tightly imprisoning underpants. 

He reached out with his arm and slowly encircled the heavily breathing woman 
around the waist. He drew her to him, panting with rapidly rising passion. 
He rose partially off the couch for leverage, tightening his powerful young 
athlete's arms around her, her lushly ripened breasts flattening against the 
solidness of his heavily breathing chest, her flatly curving belly brushing 
his. Then he kissed her, tenderly at first, but then more passionately and 
with open lips. 

The moment he kissed her, Sue knew she was defeated. His arms around her 
were too powerful for her ever to be able to break his grip, but now that he 
had kissed her, she turned to jelly, and she knew that she lacked even the 
will to try. Every nerve in her sensuously alive body reacted with maddening 
desire. Her ungovernable hunger for this strong young stud overwhelmed her 
mind, and she could think of nothing but the softly wet pressure of his 
sensitive lips. 

He rose up higher and increased the force of his forearms around her 
weakening body, pushing his face closer, pressing his mouth more firmly 
against hers. She could taste his hot breath, sense the implacable need in 
his every movement. 

Tom was nearly in as hopeless a state of shock as she was, except that his 
emotional need drove him to frenzy, whereas hers just paralyzed her will. 
She's fantastic, he thought crazily, his immature brain reeling with wild 
excitement. He was kissing her. He was embracing and crushing her big boobs 
to his chest and kissing her hard. She was kissing him back too, with hotly 
moist lips, just like lovers do in the opening segments of an X-rated movie. 

What would happen next? How far would she go? 

He couldn't believe what was happening. He was holding her in a tight grip. 
Her fully rounded tits were pressed warmly to him. He let his tongue slip 
into her mouth, tentatively, hoping that she wouldn't panic and pull away. 
His tongue was inside her mouth now, and it was the craziest feeling he'd 
ever had. M-mm-m, he moaned to himself. His stiffened cock was as hard as a 
piece of stone, and it was jumping in his pants like mad. 

Then he felt the older woman pull away from his mouth, and a disappointed 
emptiness filled him. He looked into her eyes, seeing that fear had overcome 
passion. 

His hands slipped partly, no longer surrounding her, as she eased her body 
away from him. He felt the silky softness of her sides, and his hands began 
to move as if of their own free will. 

Sue was staring into his eyes too. They gleamed licentiously, and his 
sensuously full-lipped young mouth curved into an obscene smile of burning 
lust. A twinge of horror shot through her. She didn't think she was going to 
be able to control this youngster. It would be as it had been with Ralph 
that long time ago. She would feel the pain of his hard rod of flesh 
thrusting into her. 

His hands had found her breasts, outside her blouse, now and were kneading 
the resilient flesh. 

Teasingly, he began to unbutton the blouse. 

"Oh, no," she managed to plead. "Don't do that." 

"You like kissing me. I could tell," he cooed at her. "You want me to feel 
you up, don't you?" 

"O-h-h-h," she groaned. What was happening to her? She must be dreaming 
this. It must be a nightmare. She must be asleep and having a nightmare 
brought on by thinking about her rape at the hands of that freshman football 
player all those long years ago. She could only be dreaming that he was now 
kissing her again, that he was beginning to take off her blouse. He had 
three buttons undone now, and he could see inside! 

He was peering into the blouse, and the sight aroused him even more than the 
feeling aroused her. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. His question about that 
was answered. Her high hard breasts were as firm as they looked, and she 
didn't even need a bra. 

He could see the puffed pink area of her areola, and he could almost see the 
nipple. He gently cupped her fully ripened breasts through the fabric that 
remained over them, as the blouse flapped partially opened. "It's all right, 
Miss Davis," he said softly. "I know you like me kissing you, and I like 
doing it too. You taste so sweet." All the while he was toying with her huge 
breasts. 

Sue was mesmerized. She let him remove her blouse, and saw it fall to the 
floor with a whisper of sound. She felt her moistly gleaming lips press into 
a little smile of wicked delight as she saw the hot-blooded youth ogle her 
swaying and fully exposed breasts in lascivious fascination. She smoothed 
her hands down over her tautly rounded breasts till their rose-tipped 
nipples were hard and distended, her fingers moving of their own volition, 
against her wishes and in contradiction of her conscience. They continued 
down till her fingers were at the zipper of her shorts. With graceful 
movement, she lowered the top of the zipper. 

Then the greedily sweating hands of the powerful young stud took over. He 
seized the zipper and pulled it down with a single hard motion. The shorts 
fell open, and the desperate undulations of her body actually wriggled her 
hips out of them. Tom grabbed the cloth and yanked it down, sliding it over 
her firmly molded buttocks. He drew them down the length of her smoothly 
tapered legs and tossed them aside. Then he unbuckled and removed her 
sandals. She was excitingly exposed to his eyes, wearing only the thin wisp 
of her white nylon panties. 

"Stop, please stop" she pleaded, but she already sensed it was too late. Her 
traitorous emotions had pushed her too far. She had teased the lustful young 
man, and now he would not be stopped. She wished she could go back, back 
before that instant she had unthinkingly toyed with the zipper of her 
shorts. 

His strong hands were all over her now, and she regained enough of her 
composure to resist him. He grew frenzied, panting lewdly, and he pinned her 
arms behind her back and pressed her against the couch. Then his fingers 
insinuated themselves into her panties. They were hooked in the elastic 
waistband of the sheer white garment, and then they began to roll it 
downward, over her flaring hips with a determination she knew she could not 
fight. The young man was bound to get his look at her hair-fringed cunt. She 
moaned, writhing on the couch, her movements giving her body a suggestively 
squirming motion that caused her firmly soft-fleshed breasts to sway and 
dance in lascivious abandon. 

Young Tom Martindale watched in open-mouthed pleasure. He was a little numb 
himself, enthralled at the sight of the naked woman. Her panties were now 
down around her ankles, and he quickly tossed them across the small room. He 
could hardly accept the sight that lay before him. She was beautiful. The 
voluptuous woman had let him strip her naked, and he could see the furry 
patch of her blonde cunt. 

He'd never seen such beautiful legs or such fantastic breasts, not even on 
his twin sister Pauline, who had come to the college with him for their 
freshman years. No, not even sexy Pauline had such a terrific body, and she 
had been voted best looking girl in their high school class. 

"You're really something," he said to Sue Davis in a husky voice. "You've 
got the greatest body I've ever seen." 

The words were inaudible to the trembling woman, as she lay back on her 
numbed arms, beyond any more attempt to struggle. 

Tom could see the wetly pink pussy slit up between the blonde's slightly 
parted thighs, and the older woman shifted her body slightly on the couch. 
He peered at the hungry cuntal mouth between the strands of silkily blonde 
pubic hair. He reached out for it, felt the wiry hairs brush his fingers, 
then began to finger a tuft of the stuff. His painfully throbbing cock was 
hard as a railroad spike. It felt like it was going to break in half in his 
pants. 

He moved towards the woman, determined to do something about that. 

"It's my turn to get naked now," he said, his voice an obscene whisper. "Sit 
up and take my clothes off." 

Take his clothes off! The idea sent a shiver through the woman's body. It 
was what she longed to do. How keenly she had desired to see his bare cock 
since the first day she had laid eyes on him. She felt his strong hands on 
her arms, pulling her whole body forward on the couch. He raised his arms so 
that she could pull his shirt off, and she did his bidding, her hands moving 
as if she were in automation, doing the bidding of some all-powerful master. 

Out of control, she dropped her head towards his bare torso, her long blonde 
hair trailing over his nakedly tingling flesh as she kissed his chest. She 
tongued her way to each of his seed-like nipples and sucked them between her 
teeth till he groaned aloud, before she moved down over him with her tongue 
extended to wetly lave his belly. 

"Take my pants off!" he ordered. 

She caught her fingers in his belt, slowly unclasping it from his waist. 
Unzipping the fly of his pants, she tugged them rapidly down over his 
slender hips and buttocks, her hungry blue eyes feasting on his rigid young 
prick jutting up the cloth of his white underpants. Off came his pants, 
socks and shoes to pool in a disorganized heap with her own strewn clothing. 

She found that her hands were moving as if guided by another person. The 
command of the young man, uttered in his powerful voice, was beyond 
disobeying. She hated what she was doing, but she felt compelled to do it. 
She eased her fingers beneath the waistband of his underpants. She drew the 
thin cotton material down, revealing with tantalizing slowness his wildly 
throbbing cock, spearing up from his loins with a budding, fresh virility. 

It was beautiful, his cock was beautiful! It was hard and quivering with 
eagerness, just the right length and thickness to please her the most. In 
all her erotic dreams, this was exactly the cock she saw. She continued to 
tug his shorts down, exposing to her lustful gleam his large and 
smooth-skinned balls. They were every bit as attractive as she had imagined, 
and she was still further incited by his thick mat of pubic hair. His belly 
and scrotum were also blanketed in wiry curls of dark hair. 

She moaned, enraptured, carelessly throwing his underpants aside. In an 
involuntary gesture, aided by the firm hand of the young man behind her 
neck, Sue bent down over the naked young man, her fingers teasing up along 
his slender legs, caressing and gently kneading with just the fingertips. 
Tom was now motionless on the couch, every muscle of his athletically lean 
but youthfully powerful body tensed with mounting excitement. Wild electric 
sensations stabbed through the lust-incited youth as suddenly he felt the 
older woman's hands reach his thigh. 

"My balls," he moaned. "Touch my balls." 

"N-no," he heard her whimper. 

He seized her by the back of the neck in an impulsive gesture, the strong 
fingers of his hand punishing her slender neck. He was aroused, and the 
emotions of lust that filled his body could easily burst out as anger. He 
had to be satisfied. 

"Do it!" he commanded. "Do it or I'll wring your neck." He didn't know what 
the source of the furious words were. 

Sue felt herself turn to jelly again. Fear and passion were a jumble of 
confusion in her foggy brain. Again she felt her fingers moving, as if 
pulled by invisible strings from above. She cupped the young man's oval 
balls in the palm of one hand. She squeezed them with loving softness, as 
her other hand softly wrapped around the fleshy shaft of his hard young 
cock. 

"O-h-h-h," the naked teenager gasped, his brain racing wildly as he 
involuntarily jerked his head upright to watch what she was doing to him. 
Miss Davis continued to uncontrollably fondle his balls and stroke an inch 
or so of his young hardness between her Fingers. It felt sensational to the 
freshman football star. He'd never had a girl do this to him before. Miss 
Davis was the greatest thing that had ever happened in his young life. 

"O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis," he groaned, writhing with the pent-up desires of 
his adolescent body. "O-h-h-h, that feels so good." 

"I ... I ... shouldn't be doing this," Sue heard herself say in a voice that 
seemed to be coming from another person, some hapless girl speaking from a 
great distance. "We ... We've got to stop this right now." 

She rose, leaving her hands from his body, but the youth reacted, seizing 
her with powerful hands and pulling her down beside him on the couch. 

"Like hell we shouldn't," he snapped. "We're going to do this and a lot 
more." 

She started to protest, but he clapped his hand over her mouth. He pressed 
down on her with all his weight, and she thought she would suffocate. 
Looking up into his eyes, she saw two flaming coals. Then she realized that 
she must play along with him for at least awhile. He could kill her! He was 
aroused like a leopard, and if she didn't let him have some release he might 
tear her limb from limb. 

As she let her body relax, Tom took his hand away and his angry grimace 
turned into a look of undisguised lechery. How far would he go with her? 

The young man began to smooth his hands lustfully over her sleek but 
voluptuous body, feeling the soft muscles quiver as he explored her sensuous 
form with a fevered touch. "You gorgeous creature," he purred seductively, 
the wanton intoxication of his forbidden explorations firing his passions to 
maddened proportions. 

He ran his lewdly curling fingers through her wavy blonde hair, arching his 
back spastically as hot rushes of passionate excitement shot through him. He 
shifted on the couch till her now-thrusting, hard-nippled breasts were even 
with his sweating face. She was his, he thought lecherously, his to do with 
as he wanted, like a scared and trapped young animal not knowing which way 
to turn. The sense of power sent thrilling ripples of emotion through his 
body. 

The sudden knowledge that she was totally at the mercy of the youth also did 
something to the older woman. She could not fight him, and so she had to 
relax. As she gave herself up to him, she also gave herself up to her deeply 
repressed desires, the hot need for his hard young body that rose unbidden 
from the depths of her soul. 

"Kiss my breasts, darling Tom," she heard herself moan, and her surprisingly 
lewd words sent a fresh storm of arousal surging through her being. 

She was out of control now, and the hands that moved up towards his face 
were like those of another woman, some licentious creature who could not 
have been the real Sue Davis. She took his young face beneath the chin and 
drew his gasping mouth to one quiveringly erect nipple, cupping her fully 
fleshy breast with her other hand. Then she whispered wetly into his ear, 
"Kiss and suck my breast for me, Tom. I want you to do it." 

Erotic stabs of indecent pleasure raced through her wildly pulsing belly and 
loins as she watched his hesitant lips part. Her erect little nipple brushed 
encouragingly against them. Then, with uncontrollable passion, she pressed 
it into the warmly moist cavern of his mouth. 

It was as if the force he had exerted on her had transformed her into some 
wildly wanton whore, and for a few precious moments, as she gave herself up 
to it all, she relished this strange new role. Sensations of fiery lust 
filled her brain, replacing all thoughts of guilt and wrongfulness. 

"O-h-h-h, yes. Yes. Like that Tom," Sue gasped lasciviously. "Suck my tits 
and feel them with your tongue. M-mm-m. What a wonderful lover you are, 
Ralph." As the words fell on her own ears she giggled aloud. Ralph! No, this 
was Tom. Her mind was in a tailspin. She couldn't contain her thoughts. It 
was the liquor she'd drunk, catching up to her, and it was the mad fever of 
lust burning all good sense out of her mind. 

As her giggles rose to a wanton laugh, all thoughts of staving off Tom's 
assault disappeared, and she rose her body off the couch to make fuller 
contact with his. Even before her laughs died out, Sue Davis was slithering 
a smooth palm down along Tom's heavily breathing chest. She eased her hand 
lower along the eagerly sucking young man's taut belly to fondle his 
virilely pulsating cock and balls again, hearing and feeling his hot moans 
against her rounded swollen breast when she grasped the hardened shaft of 
his thick prick, and began to stroke it with obscene passion. 

Tom couldn't even think clearly himself. The feel of her warmly rubbery 
nipple in his mouth while he sucked at it with growing skill, the burning 
touch of her other breast as he massaged it excitedly with his hand, the 
electric shocks of sensation billowing up from his spasming cock as she 
fingered it for him, it was all too much to take at the same time. Was it 
really happening? He asked himself the question deliriously for the 
hundredth time. Was he truly sucking lovely Miss Davis's tit while she beat 
off his cock? 

"Oh, I love to do this to you," he heard her say. "Do you like it when I do 
it?" she asked lustfully above his bobbing head. Her eyes glazed with 
burgeoning passion as she watched his tender young lips tighten around her 
painfully throbbing breast, and she could feel his wetly warm tongue stab 
and taunt her sensitively stiffened nipple while his hard cock jerked 
frantically in her grasping hand. The awareness that this was Tom 
Martindale, a hot-blood freshman footballer just like Ralph Winslow had 
been, inflamed Sue with additional obscene thrills. The fact that he was 
forcing her into sex added to the older woman's already maddened desires. 
She was being raped by another freshman football star! It was deliriously 
exciting to the beautiful blonde woman. 

"O-h-h-h Tom," she moaned. "O-h-h-h." 

The curvaceous blonde shifted on the couch to spread the full white columns 
of her shapely thighs apart, arching one leg upwards till the softly silken 
flesh of her moistened hair-lined cuntal crevice was pressing openly against 
the young stud's naked loins. It was an instinctive move, but it prodded the 
desire-ridden freshman to further explorations. 

Suddenly, she felt Tom's strong hand move from around her breast and slowly 
snake downward to reach between her fully firm thighs, brushing against her 
own hand which was still firmly sliding up and down over his pulsing cock. 
Breath caught in her throat as she felt his implacable fingers part her 
blonde pubic hair and begin to explore wetly swollen pussy lips. She moaned 
again as she felt the young man tease along the moist pink flesh of her 
throbbing cuntal softness and experimentally cup the whole of her cuntal 
mound. 

"Oh boy," she gasped, as the reality of what was now happening to her struck 
home once more. The thought of pulling his hand away eked its way into her 
mind, but she was paralyzed with passion and besides, his hand was too 
strong, too determined. 

The older woman sighed passionately, undulating her buttocks and pressing 
her hungrily wet cunt against the man's eagerly clutching hand. She groaned 
and squirmed, working her hand underneath Tom and around over his naked 
back, squeezing him harder into her warmly giving flesh. Unable to resist 
the youthfully powerful athlete's advances, she moved deeper down in the 
soft cushions of the couch, wantonly twisting her excited body and pulling 
the young stud up over her as she spread her legs widely apart to cradle him 
between them. Instinctively, the hotly aroused youngster seemed to know what 
she was trying to do, and he rolled on top till her moistly heated vaginal 
slit was directly below his throbbing young cock. 

He was raping her, but she was no longer trying to resist. She wanted to 
resist, deep down in her conscience she wanted to, but his heated onslaught 
was too much, and as long as the stench of his sexual rutting was pungently 
intense in her nostrils, she would be like a robot, moving with every 
seductive move of her master's body. As long as he lay nakedly touching her, 
she would be like the most sluttishly submissive trumpet. She wanted it to 
be different, but she was powerless to make it so. 

"You know what I'm going to do to you now," she heard the heavily breathing 
young man say. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. I'm going to shove my 
hard cock right inside your pussy and fuck the hell out of you." 

The words both thrilled and terrified the woman. "O-h-h-h," she found voice 
to plead, "o-h-h-h. Fuck. Fuck." She was trying to say Don't fuck me, but it 
would not come out. 

To Tom, it seemed as though the naked older woman was screaming for a fuck. 
Just the wildly crazy sound of her throaty voice sent spasming jolts of 
new-felt excitement searing through his young mind. Fuck. Fuck. The words 
echoed through his brain till he groaned in uncontrollable excitement. I'm 
going to fuck Miss Davis, he thought. 

He raised his head, her warmly up-tilting breast slipping from his mouth, 
its hardened, saliva-moistened nipple grazing tenderly between their nakedly 
quivering bodies at the unbelievably lascivious sight they made together. 
There, naked and aroused was Miss Davis, her knees and delicately curving 
calves spread on either side of his hips, and there he was, the wildly 
pulsing tip of his aching cock just above her cunt. It was enough to blow 
his young mind. 

The youth watched with stupefied fascination as the now-desperately 
passionate woman spread her long, lithe legs still wider apart. He could 
feel one of her hands smooth down over his naked back, while her other hand 
was guiding his painfully hard cock closer to the softly wispy blonde pussy 
hair fringing her open cuntal split. 

Sue panted obscenely, and she began instinctively to undulate her widespread 
cunt up against him in a lewdly grinding motion. She pressed the eagerly 
tensed young man closer to her, sliding the swollen head of his surging 
hardness all along the smoothly wet crevice of her wetly hungering cunt, 
parting the softly silken blonde pubic curls. Erotic spasms of teasing 
sensation shot up through Tom's shaft till he groaned with the excruciating 
pleasure. He could feel a slight indentation like the opening of a warmly 
welcoming mouth as she positioned his stiffly throbbing cock at the hotly 
quivering hole. Then she let it slip out. 

As Tom concentrated on what she was doing, she slipped it slightly inward 
again, then let it poke out. He realized that she was getting herself off 
that way, masturbating with the head of his cock, satisfying herself without 
actually going through with a fuck. 

That may have been good enough for her, he thought, but not for him. He 
wanted a good deep fuck, and if she wouldn't go for it, he'd just plunge the 
hell into her. 

Implacably, he began to press inward. 

"Stop," the woman cried out. "Don't!" 

The young stud tightened his grip on the frozen woman, feeling his strong 
hands dig into her softly feminine flesh. He raised his whole body up so 
that it was pressing with his full weight into her cunt, forcing through the 
tender flesh of her fear-constricted organ. 

"E-e-e-e-e!" she screamed. "Stop, Tom. Stop!" She was suddenly awakened to 
the reality of what was happening. There was still time to stop his assault. 
She pushed upward with her hands against his body, trying to keep him from 
entering her fully. 

But it was too late. Gradually, like the hull of a huge ship settling into a 
mud flat, the youth's hard body lowered towards the quiveringly fearful 
flesh of the now-agonized woman. Tom felt his stiff cock probe deeper, ever 
deeper, into the unwilling cuntal flesh of the screaming woman. 

"Stop! Don't! Oh, no. Stop. Stop. Stop." 

The passion-powered stud pressed downward, feeling his pubic mound make 
contact with the fur-clad mound of the woman. He thrilled to the powerfully 
erotic sensations that traveled upward from his wetly buried rod. The 
hair-lined lips of her wet cuntal slit closed around his thrusting cock like 
a warmly tingling love, causing the entire throbbing length of his hard 
maleness to penetrate somehow even deeper, till all of his youthful erection 
was buried deep inside her hungrily quivering cunt. 

He couldn't believe it. He was really inside Sue Davis's pussy. He'd had to 
rape the screaming broad, but he'd done it. He'd fucked the stationery shop 
owner. 

The sex-starved woman shook from head to toe with the sublime sensations of 
his youthfully probing cock sliding warmly up inside her now-wetly welcoming 
cunt. Pleasure replaced pain. Lust replaced reticence. It was too late now 
to stop Tom Martindale. She had been foolish to entice him, silly to think 
she could play games with him and then stop him before he raped her. There 
was nothing she could do now but lie there and accept his powerful thrusts. 

She felt a sense of rising horror at what she had allowed to happen, a 
feeling that was quickly swamped by the growing pleasure of the fucking 
young stud. 

She could feel every hard pulsating inch of his thick cock teasing along her 
sensitive cuntal walls with all the enthusiasm it could muster. It was 
driving her wild. 

Desperately she pressed up against the straining teenager, undulating her 
nakedly rounded buttocks in small gripping circles and flattening her 
breasts against his chest. "M-mm-m," she heard herself moan involuntarily. 

Tom took the moan as one of pure pleasure. He needed no further urging. He 
ground his lean young hips into her wantonly squirming loins as she raised 
and lowered her wide-spread thighs as if she were riding him. He began deep 
thrusts in and out of the older woman's tightly clinging pussy, hearing her 
moan ceaselessly beneath him. He could feel her open and close her long 
trembling legs spasmodically as he increased the lewd tempo of his driving 
hips, and a big smile lit his face. 

Tom was sure he was doing it good enough to please the older woman, because 
he was really throwing his meat to her, and it sounded as if she was 
enjoying it. It was a great feeling for him too. More sure of himself now, 
he quickened his thrusts into her, sliding the entire pulsing length of his 
dick deeper and faster, and joyfully hearing loud moans of lustful delight 
coming from her tightly clenched lips. This was the greatest piece of ass he 
ever had. 

"O-h-h-h," Sue was moaning loudly. Her moans seemed to come in time to his 
increasingly savage poundings. Her whole naked body wantonly jerked and 
twisted beneath him, her face contorting in ecstatic passion and her 
nostrils flaring in untamed animal desire. Her forehead broke out in a light 
coat of perspiration, glistening beneath her wildly disheveled blonde hair, 
and there was nothing that could stop her from enjoying the savage sexual 
assault of the animalistic young freshman stud. 

She wrapped one of her arms tightly around the young man's neck, pulling his 
hard chest down against her passionately quivering breasts, and slithered 
her other hand down to his firmly thrusting buttocks. She cupped his 
tautened ass-cheeks, pressing him down on his in-stroke to gain still more 
of his exuberantly fucking cock deep up in her open and pleading cunt. It 
was not at that time dawning on her that she was fucking him every bit as 
much as he was fucking her. It was somehow all right for her to let herself 
go and enjoy it. The young student was raping her. 

The youthful lover squirmed down into her hotly moistened pussy from above 
with all the strength of his powerful athlete's hips. He could feel the 
warmly buttery flesh of her cunt clasping around his dick, clenching and 
unclenching like a heartbeat. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, 
ramming the last inch of his virile young cock up inside her warmly 
flowering pussy, bringing new ecstatic cries from her excitedly constricting 
throat. 

This was what he'd dreamed about, fucking the voluptuous stationery store 
owner. Now he was doing it, and she was twisting and grinding lasciviously 
beneath him, unable to control her helpless desire to be fucked by another 
freshman footballer. He pulled his face up so that he could watch the 
woman's desire-twisted face. It was a salacious sight he didn't want to 
miss, the frantically contorted expression of the wildly obscene pleasure he 
was bringing to her. 

Sue's face was twisted with the sordid passion of her exciting experience. 
She was being raped, but she loved it. Her lips were a snarl of animal rut, 
bared back over her teeth, and her eyes were tightly clenched shut. She 
clawed her fingers over his leanly muscular body, reaching for his hard 
buttocks, finding them and digging harshly into the flesh of the flexing 
ass-cheeks as they pounded his loins down into her own hotly demanding body. 

She could feel his come-filled balls bouncing rhythmically below her wetly 
throbbing vaginal crevice, slapping with tingling sensations against her 
asshole. She was filled with the lewd desire to feel Tom come in her cunt, 
to feel him shoot his freshly virile seed far up into her thirstily sucking 
pussy till it inundated her grateful cunt and ran out and down her inner 
thighs. She was alone with the eagerly fucking young stud in a private world 
of forbidden lust, and there was no longer any sense of conscience. There 
was nothing but this deeply wet hole of lusting flesh, of belly against 
belly, of cock inside cunt. Later-she knew from her experience with Ralph 
Winslow-she would be overcome with remorse and grief. But that would be 
later. For now she was reveling in a world of pure pleasure. 

"O-h-h-h, " she groaned. "Fuck me harder. Ple-e-e-e-e-ase. Fuck me in the 
cunt. Come in my cunt!" Her own lewd words, springing involuntarily from her 
throat, thrilled her and pushed her into more furious spasms of evil 
pleasure. 

She was approaching orgasm, and her sweat-slick body was becoming almost 
inhuman as she thrashed and contorted insanely, spreading her quaking legs 
even wider apart and spurring on the savage young brute as if he were a wild 
bronco. 

Tom could feel his wildly excited cock growing and expanding inside the 
lust-grinding woman's cunt till it felt as if it were going to explode from 
the crazy pressure that was building in his balls. He rammed down into her 
with increasingly long strokes, his powerful hips driving frantically in his 
quest for climax. Any second now and he would come, just like she was 
pleading for him to do. He was going to squirt his hot juice right up the 
older woman's tight little pussy, just like he'd dreamed of doing since the 
start of the term. 

Suddenly, Sue Davis was screaming in a high-pitched voice of intense 
delight. "O-h-h-h-h. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-o-o-ming! 
E-e-e-e-el" 

She locked her ankles in a savage grip high up against the young man's 
laboring buttocks, her hips lifting off the couch slightly as she held him 
tightly to her thrashing body. She could hardly breathe as she quivered 
spasmodically around him in a helplessly pulsating rhythm, feeling her 
heatedly orgasmic fluids flowing out and around his still hard-driving cock 
and down the wide-split crevice of her gyrating buttocks. 

"O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis," the young man groaned. "I'm coming too. O-h-h-h-h," 
he moaned. 

Tom felt himself erupting with his orgasm, and throwing his hands down on 
either side of the still convulsing older woman, he shoved her softly tender 
thighs down harshly into the cushions as he ground his wildly jerking cock 
as far as he could into her softly yielding cunt. The ache in his 
sperm-churning balls was unbearable, and he had to come right that instant 
or he would croak. 

He gasped joyously into the moistness of her mouth, as for the first time in 
his life he felt an unbeatable thrill in beginning his come. Never before 
had there been a sensation to equal it. His come was shooting into the fully 
developed pussy of a grown and totally voluptuous woman. Above his own 
moans, he heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his 
back, and then with a soul-shattering grunt that came from deep within his 
beating chest, his racing semen exploded inside her again and again. 

He shot his virile load deep into her liquid depths, into the beckoning 
cavern of her receptively receiving cunt, feeling it pool and mingle with 
her own juices, in a sensation he would never have believed possible before. 
His hot young cock continued to jerk out its completion, his white hot come 
squeezing from around the tightly clasping lips of her overflowing cunt and 
washing down between her flexing ass-cheeks and over his balls. 

The inundated walls of her spasming cunt sucked at his spewing cock hungrily 
till at last the hard erection gave one last spurt and the final drop of 
semen drained from its swollen tip. 

Tom throbbed the muscles of his rapidly shrinking cock, hoping somehow he 
could bring it to life again so he could fuck the beautiful blonde once 
more. 

As for Sue Davis, she did not have the same idea in mind. She lay back, 
spent, satisfied, exhausted. Her mind was first a blank, but then she began 
to regain the power of thought, and the notions that flooded her head were 
not pleasant. 

She had given in to that which had first possessed her four years earlier. 
What would become of her now, living and working in the presence of the 
greatest of temptations. At her first opportunity, she had given in. The 
body that lay panting and sweating over her had to be the last one. She 
could not let this happen again. She wasn't the depraved creature who had 
given in to the temptation of lust. She had a better upbringing than to 
become that. She knew what it meant to live a clean life. Lying there, she 
turned her head to the side and a tear formed in the corner of one eye. No, 
she would never allow something like this to defile her body and the body of 
a young man again. She resolved at least that much. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Pauline Martindale, like her twin brother Tom, was a freshman at the 
college. She had the same good looks he had, and her body was near to 
physical perfection. She shared the same shade of deep brown hair, which she 
wore long and flowing to accent her sexuality. At the moment it was in a 
pony tail, tied with a pink ribbon. 

She was able to wear it in that style because she had a slender throat and 
cutely tiny ears. Her eyes were dark brown like his, and her lips were 
beautifully formed. Her mouth was shaped like a baby doll, and the pink 
lipstick she wore accentuated the sensuous loveliness. 

Pauline still had her deep tan from the summer, which she had just that day 
been adding to with late-summer sunrays at a lakeside beach near the campus. 
She was admiring her naked form in the mirror of her bedroom in the 
off-campus pad she shared with her twin brother. Her legs were perfectly 
formed, long and lithe, and her hips were definitely those of a grown woman. 
Her pert young breasts were solid and firm like ripe pears on a tree. 

She had come back from the lake half an hour ago, where she'd sunned herself 
every day since the fall term began. She was determined to keep the lovely 
tan of the carefree summer she and Tom had enjoyed after high school 
graduation. Besides, she got some kind of thrill out of just lying on the 
softly warm sand, her whole body motionless as if in mute offering, her legs 
slightly parted to accentuate the triangle of her budding sex, her back 
curved imperceptibly so that her conical breasts pressed hard against the 
thin halter of the pink bikini top. 

She knew that the men all stared at her, roving their hot eyes over her 
nubile, nearly naked flesh, wishing it was their hands covering her tits and 
cunt instead of the thin bands of material. She knew it, and she reveled in 
it. 

Now it was evening, time to dress for her date with her new boyfriend, a 
cute freshman football player she had met through Tom. His name was Alvin 
Artis, and he was the star halfback of the freshman team. The 
eighteen-year-old brunette shivered just thinking about the young stud. He 
was so handsome and masculine, a senior all-state standout the previous 
year. He was a prize catch for the freshman girl. 

Her lovely young breasts trembled expectantly as she eyed them in the 
mirror. She wondered where he was planning to take her tonight, getting 
chills as she thought about just being with him any place on earth. She was 
really mad about Alvin, and ever since their first date she'd 
enthusiastically allowed the boy full control over her young and tender 
body. 

She and Alvin blended their naked bodies at every opportunity, and the 
happiest moments were when she'd lay spent and exhausted in his strong arms, 
his youthful semen mingling deep in her tight little cunt. His cock excited 
her whenever he'd show it to her, hard and thick and ready to plunge into 
her hungrily quivering pussy. Once she had lovingly caressed it, running her 
hotly fevered hand up and down its firmly pliant shaft till great spurts of 
his creamy white semen had shot out and spewed over both of them. 

Alvin hadn't been the first young man she'd let fuck her, not by a long 
shot. She was more precocious than her twin brother. There'd been quite a 
few before him, her virginity having been taken when she was eleven by a 
neighbor's son who'd also been a football star in school. Alvin Artis wasn't 
the only one, even now, because they weren't going steady. 

She'd been to many wild parties since the college year had begun, and at 
some of them the guys and girls traded partners as often as they wished, and 
both she and Alvin had fucked just for the sake of fucking. Alvin had also 
been the guy who turned her onto grass. After her initial reluctance, she'd 
begun to enjoy blowing the good pot he was able to get. It was an 
aphrodisiac to her. She became even less inhibited than she usually was, and 
it made her more passionately insatiable than ever. For her date tonight 
with Alvin, she wanted to be turned-on and completely uninhibited. 

Pauline hummed merrily to herself in an absent-minded way, glancing to see 
that the bedroom door was locked before she reached for her purse. It lay on 
the dresser table, and her stash was inside. She located a crudely-made 
joint, one of a half-dozen which Alvin had given her before he had taken her 
home the night before. 

She lit the marijuana stick, then opened the window of the bedroom and 
snapped the burnt match onto the grass below. The young girl began drawing 
on the marijuana slowly and deeply, peering out of the open window in an 
idle manner. 

Down below, she saw her young classmates going to and fro. Then she saw her 
twin brother Tom, running up the sidewalk to the apartment house building. 
After a moment she heard the muffled slam of the front door and his pounding 
footsteps on the stairs. She puzzled momentarily over his actions, but she 
was growing too mellow and high to let whatever was bothering him worry her 
now. 

Her attention was taken by the dreamy mood the pot put her into. What a 
lovely feeling had come over her. The young girl finished the last of the 
marijuana cigarette and ground out the roach in a metal waste basket. She 
dressed hurriedly, stood up and inspected herself in the full-length mirror 
that showed her body so well to herself. She was now wearing a blushing pink 
blouse and a deeper pink miniskirt. The skirt was very short, coming almost 
half-way up her tanned thighs, and as she looked at her reflection with 
critical appraisal, she was able to glimpse the slight creases of the tight 
elastic leg bands of her flimsy pink panties. 

Dissatisfied, the young girl tugged her panties up higher, till the smoothly 
round cheeks of her buttocks and the softly curving mound of nubile pussy 
were pressed tightly enough to show the thin crevice between them. An erotic 
tingle passed through her young body, followed by an involuntary blush at 
the thought of what Alvin would think when he saw her like this. Then, still 
giggling, she unlocked the bedroom door and started down the hall. 

Tom's bedroom was next to hers, and as she passed his open door, she was 
startled by the sight. He was sitting in a chair, hanging his head. His brow 
was creased with concern. She paused to look at him for some time, sensing 
that he was so deep in thought he was unaware of her presence. 

"Tom," she finally asked, "what's wrong?" 

"Nothing," he said, glancing up at his sister. "At least nothing I want to 
talk about now." 

"Well something's gotten under your skin," his twin sister said, getting 
worried herself now. She walked in and sat down on another chair, pulling it 
up beside him. "You go ahead and tell me all about it, Tom." 

"I think I'd better not," he replied, looking up. 

"C'mon now. Tell old Pauline all about it." 

"It's too personal." 

"Aha!" she laughed. "I thought so. It's got something to do with sex. Some 
chick won't fuck you." 

The sound of that word sent a shiver through Tom. He wanted to tell his 
sister. He really wanted to. She was always understanding and helpful with 
anything that troubled him. She always gave him good advice about 
girlfriends of his. This was different. He'd just raped a woman. She might 
have gone to the police. They might be coming up after him now. As much as 
he wished to tell and then ask her what to do, he was too ashamed of 
himself. He had forced a woman to fuck him. 

"There, there," soothed the young girl, rubbing his back fondly. "We all 
have sex lives, Tom. It's nothing to worry about, and there's nothing you 
have to hide from me. Sex should be natural and normal, and you shouldn't be 
afraid to talk to me about it. I'm not going to tell anyone what you told 
me. If it's about some chick here at school, maybe I can help you out." 

The tormented young man could no longer keep his terrifying secret bottled 
up inside him. Perhaps it was his sister's softly reassuring voice, or the 
fact that she was genuinely concerned about him and wouldn't turn on him if 
he told her the truth. Maybe it was his desperation. He had raped a woman, 
and he might go to prison for it. 

"I raped the woman at the book store, Sue Davis," he managed to say. 

"Raped her?!" 

"Yeah, well she kind of asked for it. She was buddying up to me, and I got 
turned on. Then I got carried away. When she tried to make a cock-tease trip 
out of it, I just fucked her anyway." 

"You really fucked her?" the girl asked. 

"Yeah. Real good too." 

"Did she call the cops?" 

"Not that I know of. I don't know for sure that she won't though." 

His sister sat there thinking. As long as the woman wouldn't go to the cops 
or the school authorities, everything would be okay. "Were there any 
witnesses?" she asked, trying to collect her thoughts. 

"No," Tom said, hanging his head again. "No one saw us. It was in the back 
of her store. She invited me back there. It looked like an excuse to get 
into some necking with me. Well, if that's what it was, it sure as hell 
worked." 

"It sounds more like the seduced you," the girl said, her expression showing 
that she was gaining in confidence about the whole matter. "Tell me all 
about it, especially the juicy details." 

She listened intently to everything that happened. Tom left out nothing of 
the obscene happenings of that afternoon. As he talked, Pauline could almost 
picture the lovely older woman naked on the couch in her small apartment 
behind the bookstore. She could hear the beautiful blonde urging her brother 
to fuck her harder and faster. Pauline had already noticed the bookstore 
owner, and how attractive she was. With her long blonde hair she kind of 
looked like Suzanne Somers in the Three's Company TV show. Pauline just 
automatically assumed a woman that good looking was married already. How 
could she be so horny that she enticed a freshman like her brother? 

She listened to the descriptions of all that took place as the older woman 
and her brother fucked away. She began to experience a keenly vicarious 
eroticism at the lewdly detailed descriptions. Her tender pussy began to 
twitch against her thin pink panties with lurid response, till she was 
forced to press her shapely legs together to quell the little tingling 
sensations that were rising in her loins from her brother's exciting 
account. The more he talked, the more convinced she was that he would be 
sure to get away with the rape, and the more determined she became to make 
something good out of what had gone down. 

So Miss Davis is hot for my brother? she said to herself. Pauline's mind 
worked feverishly. A thin smile of prurient glee crossed her moistly full 
lips as she thought of the pretty, older woman who owned the schoolbook 
store. She was hot for Tom's cock. 

The more details her brother gave, the more that the worldly-wise young 
woman realized Miss Davis's problem. She was one of those women who couldn't 
turn on to gentle caresses. She could only get aroused under the roughly 
masculine touch of a brutal man. She longed for the harshly savage contact 
of a stud, an athlete. Maybe the woman's knowledge that a freshman would be 
more vulnerable, more likely to remain silent, had possessed her to make her 
play for Tom. Or maybe it was just that the bookstore was across the street 
from the freshman football practice field. 

Pauline moistened her lips, her dark eyes beginning to sparkle naughtily 
with lewd ideas. Men were best, with their hard cocks and hotly muscular 
bodies, she thought. But it was nice to make love to a girl once in awhile 
and feel creamy smooth skin and touch the magical wetness between softly 
velvety thighs. 

Oh yes, she thought. It was lovely to have a girl every so often as a change 
of pace. How nice it would be to make out with the good-looking Miss Davis. 
Pauline was willing to bet right then and there that the older blonde might 
well like to fuck girls too, if the opportunity arose. And even if she 
didn't, there might not be much she could do about it. 

She turned her attention back to her twin brother just as he was finishing 
his story. "I thought she really dug it, only suddenly she was screaming and 
pushing me away. She told me we could never make it together again. I just 
hope she doesn't think it all over and call the cops. I sure wish I could 
fuck her some more." 

"Maybe you will," his sister said. "Maybe you will." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In her small apartment behind the bookstore, Sue Davis still lay naked and 
spent on the disheveled couch. She gazed with blank eyes out the small 
window, vacantly staring through the gauzy curtains. She imagined she heard 
shouts and laughter, as if some of the freshmen football players were taking 
a shortcut behind the row of stores opposite the practice field. 

Half-heartedly she took the glass of Scotch from the table beside the couch, 
sipping it and feeling the hot alcohol bum its way through her belly. She 
had been nipping at the soothing liquor ever since Tom had left, and she'd 
been able to stir from the couch only to get hold of the bottle. She felt a 
little ashamed for the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help being 
relieved by the euphoria it brought. She needed something to ease the guilty 
torment of her mind. 

Alone in the tiny apartment with nothing but her morbid thoughts to keep her 
company, she was afraid she might go bananas. Her mind was in a crazy spin. 

Sue leaned back against the couch, clasping her hands around the glass and 
settling it in her lap. Looking down at her maturely ripened body, she sadly 
realized that it looked exactly the same as it had that afternoon, showing 
no signs of her indecent seduction. Staring at her fully thrusting breasts, 
she couldn't help thinking of how Tom's touch had made them come alive, 
their sensitive nipples tightly straining as though they had wanted to break 
loose from her excited flesh. 

A shiver of self-loathing passed over her naked flesh, her brain wishing it 
could deny that it had ever happened. Even with the telltale evidence wetly 
coating her soft pubic curls and smooth inner thighs, she could barely 
believe she had allowed herself to molest that innocent young man against 
all of her better judgment. At least he was eighteen, old enough to avoid 
any legal problems for her. There had been something about him, something 
that reminded her of Ralph Winslow, and something in his hot closeness that 
brought back that awful day of four years before. 

The obscene sight of the soiled couch cushions and the dried semen covering 
her depleted body were mocking souvenirs of her self-betrayal. Suddenly she 
felt a compulsive need to purge herself, to cleanse her body and mind of all 
traces of her guilt. Resolutely, Sue put her glass beside the Scotch bottle 
and rose up from the rumpled couch, her golden-tanned body gleaming slightly 
in the last long shafts of the day's sun. She started for the tiny bathroom, 
which was almost too small for even one person, her stomach tightening in 
knots as she thought about the fatal situation she had caused for herself. 
What if Tom reported her to the college authorities? True, he was of age for 
sex, but what difference would that make? 

She would be banished from the community for her seduction, for that's what 
it actually was. He had forced himself on her, practically raped her, but 
she knew in her heart that she had enticed him. What had come over her? 
Urges she had held off these past four years had suddenly overcome her. She 
would be disgraced. The store would be put off limits for students. She'd 
have to give it up and leave town. Where would she go? What would she do? 

How utterly stupid she'd been. If only she'd been a stronger person and not 
allowed her sinful passions to control her, this would never have happened. 
Now her fate hung on whether Tom would tell the tale of her seduction. One 
tiny word would ruin her. She recalled with a deadly chill her own days at 
the college. The guys and even the girls would brag of their conquests, 
whether they'd actually happened or not. Snickered stories and dirty rumors 
were continually rampant, and with a sinking heart Sue figured that all the 
denials in the world wouldn't help her should Tom's tale leak out. 

Her eyes began to puddle as she entered the small, tiled bathroom, and 
inwardly she cringed with guilt and fear as she stood quivering on the small 
rug in front of the shower unit. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do at 
this moment to erase the horrid afternoon with Tom in her apartment. 

She shook her head and forced herself to stop her tears. There was a time 
for crying and a time to face up to reality, and there was no use for her to 
fool herself that it had never happened. 

Then, with a perverseness which made her tremble, another dark recess of her 
mind brought forth the haunting memories of lying obscenely sprawled on the 
couch. Tom was over her, his thick young prick skewering deep inside her, 
and she was pumping as hard as she could in return to his thrusts. He was 
almost ready to come. He was coming. Sue felt the blood rising to her cheeks 
as the vivid recollections of the young stud's lewd fucking and her own 
lustful performance came drifting involuntarily back to her. The unwanted 
mental images seared through her mind, reviving a lewd tingling between her 
thighs. 

Sue clenched her buttocks tightly together, squeezing out the unwanted 
sensations as she reached through the shower curtain to turn on the water. A 
low, soft moan escaped from her lips as desperately she adjusted the spray, 
and when it was hot enough to send billowing clouds of steam into the small 
room, she stepped into the stall. She gasped as the nearly scalding water 
beat against her skin, but she took a bar of soap and the bath sponge, 
beginning to wash her abdomen and loins. She reached up with one hand and 
pointed the shower spray directly on her full, upright breasts after a 
moment, feeling the boiling spray ruthlessly pelt her sensitive nipples. 

The shower brought her pain along with relief. If I turn the water up hot 
enough, she thought, the needle points cut into my flesh like knives. It was 
a form of punishment for her, a just retribution for having seduced the 
young man. 

For ten-minutes Sue withstood the torrent, and then she turned off the water 
and stepped out onto the rug, dripping wet. Briskly, almost as if she wanted 
to heap further punishment on her sinful body, the naked blond woman dried 
herself with a large fluffy towel. Her skin tingled from the abuse the water 
and cloth inflicted, and glowed with a brightly burnished pinkness. 

Then she padded nakedly into the living room and went to her bureau, which 
was set against the shelves at one end. From one of its drawers she removed 
a thin, floor-length pink nightgown, and she quickly draped it over her 
head, wanting nothing more than to cover her curvaceously betraying flesh 
from the least bit of exposure. It took but a moment for her to unfold the 
couch into a double bed. She smoothed down the sheets and plumped the 
pillows, then crawled wearily in, almost too battered and despondent to pull 
the covers over her body. 

She stared at the ceiling, praying for sleep and a temporary release from 
the agony in which she was gripped. Yet perversely sleep would not come, and 
she continued to lie awake, tossing and turning in torment. Her mind was 
busily involved with self-condemnation, and silent determination to stay 
away from the freshman football players who tantalized her with their 
activities across the street in the practice field. Underscoring her 
agitation was a constant fear that it was already too late, and the dread 
clutching her heart made sleep impossible. 

It was possible her fears would not be realized, she told herself. Perhaps 
she had permanently discouraged Tom from attempting to see her again. 
Hopefully this would prove to be an isolated instance and would not lead to 
her complete ruin. Time was a great healer. Maybe Tom would forget what had 
happened. He'd be having sex with the college girls, and he might forget all 
about his one sex bout with the bookstore lady. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the front door. 

"Miss Davis?" came a muffled voice. "This is Pauline Martindale, Tom's 
sister." 

"W-what do you want?" Sue called out nervously. She had risen from her bed 
and gone towards the door in front of the store. 

"Please let me in," the girl's voice came through the door, pleading and 
innocent. 

A clammy iciness crawled up the blonde's spine, a premonition that she 
should not open the door. She clutched her throat with one hand, the other 
gripping the gown to her breast. "I'm not presentable," she said through the 
door. 

"Oh that's okay," the girl's voice said. "I'm alone." 

What did the girl want? Trembling with reluctant hesitancy, Sue began to 
unlock the door. She opened it just a crack and peered out. "What do you 
want?" she asked. 

"It's about Tom." 

"All right," Sue said. She opened the door and stepped aside to let the girl 
in. Then she shut the door behind her and ushered Pauline into the back 
room. 

With the couch opened out into a bed, the only place to sit was on the bed, 
and the eighteen-year-old girl immediately made herself comfortable, 
removing her flat shoes and drawing her bare slender legs under her on the 
mattress. 

Sue stood perplexed for a moment, blinking with the conflicting emotions she 
felt. Despite her trepidation, she was becoming rather irked by the 
ill-mannered way Tom's sister was acting. Pauline had made herself right at 
home without even asking, and there was an odd gleam to her eyes which 
concerned Sue, as if the girl wasn't all there. 

"Sit down and relax, Miss Davis," Pauline said casually. 

"I'd rather not, thank you," Sue replied. She pressed her fingers to her 
forehead, frowning, wanting very much for the girl to be gone. She said, 
"I'm not feeling well at all, Pauline, so if you could just tell me what it 
is." 

"Don't try to bullshit me, Miss Davis," the teenaged girl cut in 
disdainfully. "You seduced one of the freshman boys, an innocent youth." 

"Now see here," Sue gasped. "I won't be spoken to that way in my home, young 
lady." 

"What if the school disciplinary officer knew that you had fucked my 
brother. You'd be tarred and feathered." 

"W-what?" Sue choked in horror. "W-what did you say?" 

"You heard me. You better sit down, like I told you. You look like you might 
faint." The wicked little girl smirked at the attractive woman, almost as if 
she were enjoying the suddenly chalk-white pallor which had come over Sue's 
face. "See, Tom sort of spilled the beans on you to me. He was awfully upset 
because he felt you trapped him into it." 

Sue thought she would faint. She sagged down onto the bed next to Pauline, 
lowering her hands to help support her body as she sat shaking her head. She 
shivered as she sensed a numbing helplessness blanket her mind. She looked 
pleadingly at Tom's sister, knowing that she was desperate. 

She could see that there was a gleam of lewd delight in the girl's young 
eyes, and a small grin of licentiousness around her pretty full lips. It was 
all too obvious that Pauline was baiting her, having fun at her expense. The 
ghastly truth was that she had nobody to blame except herself. She had in 
fact seduced the young man. 

"What happened between Tom and me was a mistake," she babbled. "It won't 
happen again, I promise. That's about all I can say." 

X She gazed into the girl's dulled and dreamy eyes, her mind struggling for 
the proper words of entreaty. 

"I'm just trying to decide what to do," the girl said coldly. Through the 
marijuana haze in her own mind, she was plotting calculatingly. 

"Believe me, Pauline, it was a mistake. Don't say anything to anybody. If 
you do, I'll be ruined here in town, and I don't know where I'll go. Think 
of Tom. He could be ruined here at the college himself. He might become the 
laughing stock of the campus, and have to leave." 

"Miss Davis," Pauline said smilingly, in a pacifying fashion. "You're worked 
up over nothing. I don't care how many times you fuck my brother. I think 
fucking is great, and I wouldn't care who he fucked. Would you like a 
cigarette while we talk things over?" 

Sue's mind was whirling. Pauline could have struck her with a fist and the 
impact wouldn't have been greater. She stared at the girl wide-eyed with 
disbelief, still trying to comprehend what she'd calmly said about not 
caring if her brother fucked or not. Speechless with shock and horror, the 
older woman watched as Pauline reached into a large purse that she'd laid 
beside the bed and brought out some odd looking cigarettes. Blankly, Sue 
looked at them as she was offered one. It looked home-made. 

"What's the matter, Miss Davis? Cat got your tongue? I asked if you wanted a 
smoke." 

"N ... No," Sue blurted out, half-choking on the word. 

"Go on, Miss Davis," the teenaged girl urged insidiously. "They're very 
special and quite mild tasting. I think you should at least try one ... for 
your own peace of mind. I mean, you are a little shook up, aren't you?" 

A ghostly tremor rippled over the bookstore owner as she saw the 
eighteen-year-old's darkly flashing eyes, and she swallowed tightly, her 
throat and lungs constricting with horror. There was no question as to the 
intent of Pauline's words. The implication was clear as the air. The girl 
intended to hold what Sue had done over her head in some horrible way. 
Behind her smiling face, the teenaged beauty was up to no good. 

Sue's mind whirled. She felt as if she were grasping for some mental straw, 
some solution, some way out. The threat of exposure to the authorities hung 
over her head. She realized that there was nothing she could do about it. 
She had to play along with the evil girl. 

"All right," Sue said submissively, and took the cigarette, bending her head 
so that Pauline could light it for her. It was only a cigarette, but it was 
also the symbol of her subjugation to Tom's sister, a teenaged girl who 
calmly used words like fuck. She had to play it cool and find out what the 
girl really wanted out of her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sue Davis sat in a state of shock. The hapless bookstore owner's long 
flowing pink nightgown bunched around her naked body on the bed as she took 
the first long slow drag on the cigarette young Pauline Martindale had 
forced upon her. 

Her thoughts were a jumble of despair and dread, despair that her worst 
fears had been realized, and dread in that the secret of her corrupting had 
been discovered by Tom's mocking sister. She couldn't help shaking the 
intuitive feeling that the teenage girl was toying with her. Through her 
daze, Sue couldn't figure out what possible motive was behind it. 

She wanted a drink of Scotch in the worst way now, but she forced herself to 
sit where she was. The last vestiges of her shattered pride still clung 
determinedly, and stubbornly she resolved not to let Pauline see her weaken 
any further. She inhaled deeply, nervously using the cigarette as a crutch 
while she vainly tried to collect her reeling senses, totally unaware in her 
dazed condition that she was smoking marijuana for the first time in her 
life. She was aware that the cigarette tasted strange, but not unpleasant, 
and after three or four more inhalations, she could hardly feel the smoke go 
down into her lungs at all. 

"Do you like the cigarette, Miss Davis?" Pauline asked solicitously, puffing 
on the one she'd lit for herself. 

Sue blinked slowly, and curiously she found that the young girl was moving 
in and out of focus. "Yes," she said, "Yes, I do." Her voice sounded hollow 
in her ears. 

"Feel any better now?" 

The older woman paused to think that over, drawing in another breath of the 
sweetly pungent smoke. Indeed, as she smoked, she was gradually beginning to 
feel a soothing calmness spreading over her. It was very puzzling. What was 
she smoking? 

"What is this?" she managed to ask. 

"Grass," the young girl answered smugly. "I thought you should have some, 
seeing how upset you were. It leaves you mellow and smooth, doesn't it?" 

"Grass?" Sue gasped in horror. She'd heard about the drug, and had even 
lectured warnings about it to other students when she was in college 
herself. Yet, it did make her feel nice and soft. She unaccountably took 
another long drag, knowing that she shouldn't even as she held the curling 
smoke in her lungs. But the thin brown cigarette had seemingly dulled any 
qualms she had about what she was doing, or should be doing. She had never 
felt so strange or bodiless before, even when she'd been drunk, and the 
delicious warmth of the marijuana slowly filtered through her blood and 
mixed headily with the Scotch she'd already consumed. She could feel her 
flesh tingling all over, a tingling that went deep inside, deep down where 
she had never felt anything before in her life. 

The little dark-haired temptress tucked her legs further under her skirt, 
feeling her knees press against the bare flesh of her smoothly rounded 
buttocks in a gently erotic pressure. She caught the almost imperceptible 
relaxing of the older blonde woman's natural defenses, and inwardly she 
gloated with childish delight. In softly soothing tones, she began to talk 
about innocuous things, just a lulling prattle that meant nothing as she 
watched Miss Davis continue to smoke the strong cigarette. 

She was well aware from her own experiences that even the mention of sexual 
things would produce a passionate response, for the drug's effect was to 
irrationally heighten the emotions. But she saved more intimate discussion 
till she thought that the marijuana had warped the older bookstore owner's 
will to resist. Then, after she had lit a second cigarette for Sue, she 
decided that the time was ripe. 

"Miss Davis." 

"Yes?" Sue looked up, smiling with a dreamy torpor. 

"You must be very lonely, living here back of the bookstore all by 
yourself." 

"I am," the older woman confessed sadly. She took a puff of the cigarette, 
and added, "I am a very lonely woman. And I'm so sad." 

"Sad because you seduced my brother this afternoon?" 

Sue sucked in her breath with a shiver, not wanting to think about what 
she'd done with young Tom in her little apartment. But perversely the images 
came back to her a hundredfold. The marijuana and Scotch swirled heatedly 
through her flesh, and her frayed nerve-endings started vibrating for some 
unknown reason. 

"Oh," she shuddered uncontrollably. "Oh, I'm so wicked. I'm a terrible 
person." 

"Miss Davis, you shouldn't say that," Pauline said soothingly. "So you let 
Tom fuck you. What the hell, he enjoyed it and so did you." 

"But, it's not right," Sue moaned. "It's not right for a woman to seduce a 
younger man. I ... I took advantage of him." 

"There's nothing wrong with what you did," Pauline said soothingly, taking a 
different tack now. She wanted the older woman to feel that she was with a 
friend. The girl leaned back on the bed and began to slowly rub her hands 
along her long, tapered legs, sighing as if aroused by the satin touch of 
her own fingers. "I mean, I like fucking them, and I'm a woman like you. 
Maybe not quite as old, but that doesn't mean anything." 

"No ... no, don't say anymore," Sue moaned, swallowing thickly from the 
lewdness of the young girl's words. 

"Fucking boys," Pauline taunted obscenely. "Oh, Miss Davis. Sometimes when 
my boyfriend Alvin isn't there, I nearly go out of my mind from wanting his 
cock. And he's a boy, a boy only about a month older than my own brother." 
She grinned salaciously at the drug-stimulated woman. "Why sometimes," she 
whispered as if telling a guilty secret, "sometimes I even walk around 
without any panties on, just so that the cool air will help put out the fire 
in my cunt." 

"No panties?" Sue inhaled deeply, the brazen confession making her heart 
pound faster beneath the flimsy nightgown. "Naked?" 

"Sure. That's even better than not wearing a bra, like you do. And I do 
other things," Pauline confided, inching closer to the older woman. She 
placed one hand lightly on her shoulder. "I have to, or I'd go mad." 

Sue asked before she realized what she was saying. "What kind of things, 
Pauline?" 

"I'll show you. There are lots of ways to make love, and the way you and Tom 
did it is just one way." 

Nubile Pauline Martindale had straightened out her feet on the bed, and now 
she was leaning back beside her with her slender curving legs spread wide 
apart. Her skirt had ridden up to where Sue could see almost all the way 
between her inner thighs. "You can't mean it," Sue gasped breathlessly. 

"I do," the young girl sighed, nodding. "Come on, be honest, Miss Davis. 
Don't I have something that makes you want to do something to me?" 

"But we're both women." 

"Hell, it's a kick, that's all. And if there's no men around when the heat 
strikes, what else is there? I mean besides finger-fucking yourself. That's 
what we do when we're alone, me and other girls from school. We take off all 
our clothes and suck each other off, and then we play with our cunts till we 
come too." Pauline squirmed on the bed, as if aroused by her own talk, and 
then she took her free hand and raised her skirt all the way up to her 
waist. "O-h-h-h-h, Miss Davis, I get so hot." 

Sue's drug-filled mind swam. Her eyes bulged wider than ever as she stared 
dumbfounded at the young girl. Pauline wasn't wearing any panties. She was 
pantiless and brazenly spreading her long, white legs still wider, uncaring 
that she was exposing all of her sparse dark-haired pussy slit to the older 
woman's shocked amazement. 

"Pauline, please." 

The teenager moaned passionately, ignoring Sue's consternation. She parted 
her slim white thighs and rotated her youthfully rounded buttocks on the 
bed, her one hand moving down to encircle the wisps of her dark pussy hair 
and the slender pink lips of her cunt. 

"See, Miss Davis? My pussy is hot to be kissed and finger-fucked." 

Sue tried to avert her gaze from the immodest arousing sight of the young 
brunette girl undulating her sensuous hips and sliding her finger along her 
swollen, wet cuntal cleft, but her eyes seemed glued to the licentious image 
displayed before her. She swallowed hard, her stomach feeling as if filled 
with a thousand fluttering butterflies, and almost desperately, she sucked 
on the marijuana cigarette for relief. In spite of her revulsion and 
chagrin, there was a strange, forbidding stimulation to the tender nubile 
pussy, and at her obscene abstraction, she stammered, "No, no, Pauline, you 
mustn't. Please." 

"Why not?" the girl moaned happily. "It feels so good." She slid her 
extended middle finger faster and faster in the lust-moistened channel of 
her little cunt, her legs bending slightly to allow room for more of her 
hand to massage her pulsing young pussy. Her tender cuntal skin flushed a 
rosy pink and grew glistening with her mounting arousal, and she breathed 
harder and harder, her small thrusting breasts rising and falling rapidly 
beneath her blouse. She leaned her head against Sue's shoulder, holding the 
older woman tightly with her left arm about her shoulder. "M-mm-m," the girl 
sighed delightedly. "M-mm-mm." 

"Stop it please," Sue pleaded. 

"No way, Miss Davis. I'm only doing what I dig, like you do when you're 
alone." 

Sue took a last drag on the marijuana cigarette and fumbled for the ashtray 
on the table beside the bed. As much as she wanted Pauline to stop her 
wanton finger-fucking, she realized with a helpless sinking sensation that 
her own mature hips were beginning to undulate of their own volition, and 
that her hotly throbbing breasts and cunt were starting to ache in lewd 
response to the immoral teasing beside her. It couldn't be happening, but it 
was. She squirmed down tightly against the mattress, feeling it beneath her 
wide-curving buttocks, pressing the nightgown deeper into her involuntarily 
moistening pussy. 

The thin folds of bunched material grazed against her tiny, sensitive anus, 
sending delicious little spasms of pleasure rippling through her belly and 
up to the stiffly rising nipples of her heaving breasts. She was on 
dangerous ground and realized it, but could not bring herself to break away. 
She was gripped spellbound by the marijuana racing in her blood and the evil 
fascination that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's 
will. 

Pauline noticed Miss Davis's gradually weakening control. The young girl 
decided that she should now make the next move. She dropped her arm from 
around the trembling woman's shoulder and brought it around to her curving 
front, moving the hand up to gently cup her large-mounded breast beneath the 
nightgown. She could feel the bookstore lady's sensitive nipples stiffen and 
swell responsively under her massaging and tweaking fingertips, even as Sue 
tried to pull away. 

The older woman shuddered at the indecent touch upon her full, maturely-set 
breast, and bit her lower lip hard as she tried to resist it. But the slowly 
growing excitement inside her pussy was spreading like wildfire, draining 
her of the strength to stop the lewd girl. She labored, gasping for breath 
and squirmed harder down against the bed, pushing the wetly throbbing lips 
of her aching cunt against it to try and quench the blazing fire that was 
beginning to bum out of control there. 

Pauline's tiny fingers continued to massage her hardening nipple, thrilling 
her now as much as it was frightening her. She raised her own hand to pull 
the caressing young fingers away, but it would not obey her mind's command, 
and moved only as far as Pauline's manipulating hand before falling back 
unresistingly into her lap. Her eyes glazed as she stared unwittingly at the 
lovely girl's beauty, then down to the pumping extended middle finger 
slipping wetly in and out of the tender young cunt beside her. 

She could hear the moans of purring pleasure coming from Pauline's 
passion-parted lips, and she bit her lower lip again to keep back her own 
slight moan of building frustration. What should she do? It was sheer 
lunacy, allowing this wicked young girl to use her like this, and worse, to 
be enjoying it. What was happening to her? 

Then the brunette girl let her fingers slowly move from Sue's wildly 
throbbing breast and ease down the nightgown to where it was gathered on the 
bed. She began to slide the gauzy pink material upwards along the quivering 
woman's legs to the firm fullness of her thighs, and Sue froze momentarily 
from the further indignity. Pauline had pushed the hem of her nightgown 
almost to her nakedly exposed hips before she was able to react, and then 
she grasped the girl's hand and held it tight to her lap. Her legs were 
uncovered, she despairingly reasoned, but Pauline could not do more as long 
as she held her hand down. 

Suddenly she gasped in surprise. The teenage girl was extending her fingers 
like little mice into the secret crevice of her lap, ruthlessly teasing her 
curving lower belly and against her moistening cuntal slit through the thin 
material. Constant pressure in her most private area was arousing her madly. 
Sue squirmed slightly as Pauline's extended middle finger began a gentle 
stroking motion, and pushed the folds of the gown into the warmly throbbing 
crevice up between her parted inner thighs. The older woman pressed harder 
against the mattress, now aware of the warm wetness of her excited 
secretions on her buttocks as the girl's insistent little fingers worked 
more firmly into her tingling cuntal mound. Indecision arose again in her 
mind as delicious waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist, 
and shame washed over her as she realized that she could not any longer 
control the young girl's excitingly searching hand. 

Pauline sensed her tacit surrender and became still bolder. She began to 
softly slide the pink nightgown up again so that she could teasingly 
penetrate the hotly trembling cuntal softness that she knew was naked and 
waiting underneath. Sue could already feel the light tickling sensation of 
the material sliding dangerously up from between her thighs and the bed. 

"No," she pleaded thickly. "No, you mustn't. We're both women. It isn't 
right." 

"It is so. It's just as right as letting little freshman football players 
fuck you back here." Pauline's voice was a husky whisper. "Kicks are the 
only thing that's right. The rest is all bullshit." She wasn't about to stop 
now, especially for the ever-weakening pleas from the cowering woman she 
planned to lewdly possess as her brother had. Her one hand continued to beat 
a finger-fucking staccato against her own widespread, eagerly straining 
little pussy, while her other hand increased its passionate probe of Sue's 
involuntarily parting legs. 

"You like what I'm doing, Miss Davis. I know you do. You liked having Tom's 
cock in your cunt today, and you'll like what his sister can do for you 
too." 

Sue's voice caught in her throat. She could feel her nightgown rising faster 
now, though still not all the way up to her lap yet. She jerked impulsively 
as a fingernail scratched the tender softness of her naked flesh, and the 
nightgown slid upwards in response to her startled rising movement, then, 
suddenly, there was no more gown. Young Pauline Martindale's hand was 
snaking up between her unconsciously spreading thighs, gradually insinuating 
itself directly between the smoothly moistened lips of her sensitive cunt. 

The drug-fevered woman fought against this unwanted pleasure, holding her 
breath as a forbidden desire ran away with her helplessly responding mind. 
Her whole curvaceous body squirmed in silent protest, but the more she moved 
the more the tightly elastic opening of her flowering cunt was impaled on 
the immoral girl's steadily invading finger. She could feel excited moisture 
seeping from the lubricating softness of her tender cuntal walls, covering 
the palm of the small, eager hand that was curled so thrillingly around the 
warmly ready pussy slit up between her legs. 

The girl's outstretched middle finger moved in lewdly teasing circles inside 
her wetly clasping cunt, expanding the hungry little entrance to her belly 
with each playful rotation. The older woman was almost out of her mind now. 
She didn't think she could take the wild electric shocks of stabbing 
pleasure another single moment. She was ready to surrender to anything the 
young girl wanted, in order to quench the sensual fire that was raging 
through her heatedly contracting cunt. 

The sight of the depraved young freshman girl's masturbation, the sight of 
her shapely young thighs spread widely apart, and the girl's tormenting 
finger-fucking without mercy up into her own helplessly welcoming cunt was 
simply too much. 

No. Oh, no. " Sue groaned, but it was too late. She ground involuntarily 
back against the outstretched finger as Pauline began a gentle pumping 
motion to which the older woman's unwilling body hungrily reacted in rhythm. 

Pauline smiled triumphantly to herself, and kissed Miss Davis's small ear 
tenderly. 

"Yes, you do like me fingering your cunt. My finger is nice and small and 
hard, like a prick that's not so big it hurts you. Think of it as Tom's 
dick, fucking away in your pussy." 

Sue's face flushed a brilliant crimson, the lewd teenager's obscene words 
strangely teasing her. It's true, she thought, unable to stop the anxious 
upthrusting of her nakedly eager loins up against the slender finger fucking 
inside her cunt. It feels just like a cock. 

"C'mon, Miss Davis. Let's both get naked," Pauline whispered wetly into her 
ear, and Sue shuddered with bitter defeat as she felt the young girl's hand 
pull away from inside her disappointed pussy. She made no protest as the 
pink nightgown was snaked up over her passion-hardened breasts to her 
smoothly sloping shoulders, though she shivered slightly from the cool 
evening air against her skin as the gown was pulled from her neck and heaped 
on the floor. 

"Oh, you're so beautiful, Miss Davis," the young teenager sighed in 
appreciation. "I can see why Tom wanted to fuck you." 

The teenage girl rose to her knees beside the voluptuously ripened woman, 
and with one swift downward jerk, she opened the zipper of her skirt and let 
it fall over her smoothly flaring young buttocks. After slipping off her 
blue blouse, she unclasped her lacy white brassiere, her firm young breasts 
bursting free, their tiny dark nipples springing into grateful hardness. 

"I'm going to make you come, Miss Davis," she lewdly promised as she rolled 
over on her buttocks to remove her skirt. "I'm going to make you come as 
only another girl can." 

Sue could only groan in helpless submission as the teenage girl pushed her 
mature nakedness gently down on the bed. She lay frozen, enslaved by the 
lust-inducing marijuana and her own run-away passions. Tingling chills of 
erotic sensation raced along her spine, as Pauline pressed warm lips into 
the naked flesh of her belly, and she was unable to resist when her legs 
were slowly spread apart. 

Tom's amoral sister crawled between the full open thighs, eagerly looking 
down at the moistly pink cuntal slit. She slowly paced her palms flat 
against the quivering insides of Miss Davis's legs, her thumbs resting on 
the softly hair-lined folds of her wetly glistening pussy. Then, with a 
slow, torturing outward movement, Pauline drew the tender pink cuntal lips 
gradually apart to expose all of the moistly smooth crevice to her gaze. 

She watched it palpitate for a moment, and then with a groan of childish 
desire, she dropped her head and buried the full length of her tongue into 
the warmly throbbing walls of the older woman's pussy. 

"Oh no. No. Please don't do that," Sue cried out in horror. "Not that. Don't 
kiss me there." 

Her head jerked up off the mattress in shuddering disbelief that this lewd 
perversion was happening to her, and a soul-searing moan burst from her lips 
as she ground her buttocks frantically down onto the bed to escape the 
deliciously maddening assault. But the young girl's tongue continued to 
spear in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt, the unexpected wet 
searing sensation with her sensitive secret flesh bringing further long 
moans of anguish from her tortured lips. 

"No. Stop it, Pauline. Oh, stop it." Pauline's only answer was a lewd giggle 
from her lips and a teasing stab into the tight confines of Miss Davis's 
pulsing wet cunt. Great tears welled in her eyes as Sue listened to the lewd 
sucking sounds coming from between her own widely-stretched thighs. Despite 
her shame and revulsion, her naked buttocks were quivering involuntarily 
from the spasms of obscene sensation coursing through her drugged nerves. 

"It can't be. No, it can't be." The cruel realization slowly came to her 
that her lustful body was gradually deserting her once again. Sue rolled her 
head from side to side, moaning in agony from not only the obscene 
tongue-fucking to which she was submitting, but from the more frightening 
knowledge that she was enjoying it. 

She clenched her teeth tightly together to fight against the tiny licking 
flames that were threatening to burst into sudden uncontrollable fire. It 
was a losing battle, as Pauline Martindale moaned and licked ceaselessly at 
her wetly searing cunt. Her shamelessly aroused body began a slow abandoned 
motion up against the young girl's slavering mouth, and against her will, 
Sue found that she was screwing her pussy in small grinding circles. 

She was thrilling under the rhythmically bobbing head. The last remnants of 
resistance faded into nothingness, and she let out an erotic groan. She 
curled her fingers in Pauline's brown hair, using the ribboned ponytail to 
pull the punishing lash of the girl's tongue deeper and deeper into her 
hungry cunt. There was nothing in the world like this obscene sensation. She 
had never known it before. It was different. It was sinful. It consumed the 
whole of her being with fiery needling tips of magnificently delicious 
pleasure. She was really digging it. 

Pauline sensed the older woman's surrender to unfulfilled lust, and with a 
salacious little grin, she plunged her tongue deeper into the quivering 
sheath of the moistly welcoming cunt. She could feel the softly silky hairs 
grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her turned-up nose, and the sides 
of her cheeks as Miss Davis ground her thighs in undulating rhythm up 
against her mouth. 

The young girl's mind was working feverishly. Her furious emotions were 
spilling out in the frenzy of her passionate act. Thoughts raced 
incoherently through her mind. I'll teach you to fuck my brother, she said 
to herself in her teaming mind. I'll fix you, you bitch, the college 
freshman girl fumed in her brain as she felt uncontrollable orgasmic 
contortions around her tonguing face. 

Some strange desire of her own was unconsciously triggering, an even more 
frenzied tonguing on the part of the young girl. This bitch had fucked her 
brother, her twin brother. Somehow, in her lust-crazed mind, she felt a 
feeling of intense jealousy that this gorgeous blonde, this dangerous older 
woman, had gained the affection of her brother. And how quickly she had 
gained it. In just a few quick meetings in the bookstore Sue Davis had 
achieved something that Pauline had not been able to do in eighteen years. 
She had balled Pauline's handsome twin brother. 

Her staccato-like plunging in the older woman's cunt was turning Sue into a 
frothing beast. She writhed on the bed, experiencing a mindless passion like 
nothing she had ever known. Yet, something in the back of her mind still 
rebelled against what she was doing. 

"Oh. Oh. Oh," Sue groaned aloud. "O-h-h-h-h-h, Pauline. Suck me off. Suck my 
cunt. Suck me out, you crazy little bitch." The words came out in bursts, as 
if coming from deep within her soul, from some unknown reservoir of passion 
she could not control. 

Sue Davis moaned in ecstatic rapture. Her hotly convulsing cunt flowered 
open wider, and her excited moistness increased with each passing second 
that Pauline fucked her tongue in and out of the twitchingly wide-splayed 
pussy crevice. 

Secretions and saliva mingled together and ran in warm rivulets down the 
sides of the girl's slavering mouth, pressing so tightly to the soft 
confines of the woman's cunt. The moisture welled, gathered, and flowed down 
the inside of Sue's smoothly gripping thighs to the wettened crevice of her 
hollowing buttocks. 

"Eat me!" she screamed. "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me. O-h-h-h-h. Eat my cunt!" 

The words fell on pleased ears, as the angry passion that filled the 
youthful girl gradually subsided, and she began to enjoy the pleasure she 
was giving the older woman. What neither of them realized, however, was the 
fact that the lewd cries of the bookstore owner were falling on other ears 
as well. In her nervousness, Sue had left the front door unlocked after 
she'd let the girl in, and a young man had followed Pauline to the store. 
Now, that handsomely youthful stud had entered the store and been drawn to 
the back by the lustful moans and licentious screams. 

He now stood in the doorway to the small rear apartment, hands on hips, eyes 
open wide. A creeping warmth lit up his loins, and his throat was dry with 
desire. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The two women continued to writhe in naked passion on the bed. Pauline was 
now using her tongue in slow, sensuous rhythms, no longer plummeting it 
deeply within the steaming cuntal cavern of the other woman. Sue lay back in 
bliss, the last waves of warm pleasure washing over her body, making her 
feel much as she had felt that day four years before, when she had lain in 
the balmy sunshine, naked with a man for the first time., and had given 
herself up to her own shameless passions. 

The visitor continued to eye them, his gaze riveted especially to the 
voluptuous body of the older woman. The young man was athletic in physique. 
He boasted powerfully muscular upper arms and a deep chest. His nearly black 
hair flowed at fashionably full length, half-covering the collar of an 
open-necked shirt. There was a prominent bulge in the crotch of his slacks, 
making it obvious that he was well endowed. 

The young stud had a smoothly handsome face with a fine nose and thin mouth, 
but his darkly deep-set eyes seemed to smolder with mocking amusement. It 
was as if he were much older and more experienced than his eighteen years. 
At the moment, they were glittering with unconcealed arousal as he stared at 
the passionately writhing nakedness of the teenage girl and the older woman 
on the bed. 

Wow, Alvin Artis gasped silently to himself. They were really going at it. 
He was well aware of his girl friend Pauline, her insatiable appetite for 
sex, male or female, fucking or sucking or just about anything you could 
name. He'd never gone steady with a girl who'd pleased him more that way-and 
for Alvin to admit that, it was quite a compliment. With this older woman 
though, he couldn't grasp it. He'd seen her around, of course, and put in a 
couple of appearances at the little book shop just to get a glance at her, 
but he'd always thought of her as beautiful, but out of reach. 

Alvin hadn't really believed Tom when the young man had told him what he'd 
done that afternoon. Alvin had arrived at the pad Tom and Pauline shared, 
expecting a typically satisfying date with the young girl, but the story Tom 
had spilled out to him was hard to accept. Could he really have fucked the 
bookstore lady? And was Pauline really going over there to ask about it? The 
evidence of Alvin's eyes was clear enough. It was all true! 

Alvin's beady eyes locked on the bookstore lady's naked and sweat-glistening 
breasts. They danced lewdly on her chest, and her softly curling pubic hair 
was almost entirely hidden by his girl friend's voraciously tonguing mouth. 
Hell, Tom's wild story had been so unbelievable that he hadn't been able to 
resist coming over to find out for himself, and damned if it wasn't true. 

Somehow Tom and Pauline had detected a latent hot streak in Miss Davis's 
cool nature, and had turned on this smoothly lush-bodied female into a raw, 
lust-deranged mass of flesh. If he'd known about it earlier, he'd have long 
since banged her cunt all to hell. 

The erotically stimulated teenager sensed his cock stiffening into throbbing 
erection. He groaned softly, reaching down to pull his undershorts out and 
relieve the almost painful pressure feeling the thick hardness of his cock 
grow against his lower belly and wet the thin cotton pants with its seeping 
seminal fluid. 

His breath began to spew in heatedly short pants as he continued to watch 
bug-eyed, his eyes now staring feverishly at the naked older woman's 
sensually glistening cuntal lips. They were wet and quivering from the 
tongue swirling around them, as Sue's voice muttered passionate nothings 
into the air from her spiraling desire. 

Fiery sperm boiled in his tightly virile balls as Alvin lewdly contemplated 
how nice it would be to shove his cock down between those softly fleshy 
lips. The mere idea of that warmly moist cavern closing tenderly around his 
blood-engorged cock caused it to jerk in his slacks, and almost ejaculate 
where he stood. This was just too good to pass up, and he wasn't about to. 

Without another moment of hesitation, the youth stripped off his clothes, 
then padded barefoot across the living room till he was beside the bed. He 
gingerly stroked his long hard cock as he crawled onto the bed, unable to 
stifle a wild rebel yell of child-like glee. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she screamed, like some kind of weirdly sex-deranged 
banshee. 

Sue Davis, her eyes clenched tightly shut, was at first only dimly aware of 
the young stud's weight sagging the bed. With his cry of unadulterated lust, 
however, her heart almost stilled in her heavily palpitating chest, the 
realization coming to her like a lightning bolt that somebody else was on 
the bed. 

Her eyes flew open in stark terror, the blood draining from her face as she 
saw the lewdly grinning features of a naked youth staring down at her with 
uncontained desire. At first she could not comprehend it. 

"No," she gasped in shock and humiliation. "Oh please, no, please. 
O-h-h-h-h-h." 

"Oh yes!" Alvin crowed delightedly. "Oh yes, Miss Davis, Oh yes-s-s-s-s." 

"Alvin," Pauline cried out, lifting her face to look at her boyfriend in 
surprise. "What the hell are you doing over here?" 

"Tom told me where you'd gone, baby," the obscenely chuckling teenager 
explained. He reached over and with an affectionate motion, rubbed the palm 
of one hand along the young girl's nubile thighs, dipping one finger 
tenderly between her roundly molded buttocks to slide down through her wetly 
heated cuntal furrow. "The kid told me lots of things, and I just had to 
check up on them, you know what I mean?" 

"M-mm-mm-m," Pauline sighed. "I'm glad you did, lover. I'm glad you did." 

Sue groveled in mortification, rolling her head from side to side on the 
bed. This was worse than it had ever been before. Once again she had been 
caught in the act, but this time it was in the perverted embrace of another 
woman. "Go away," she sobbed hysterically, her plea sounding pathetic and 
useless even to her own ears. "Go away. Please go away and leave me alone." 

"Shit no, Sue," Alvin snickered as he crawled beside her face. He leered 
down at the cowering woman and bragged, "I've come to join the fun. You 
don't think I'm going to let Tom get all the good stuff, do you?" 

Pauline Martindale giggled in lewdly excited agreement, and a helplessly 
sinking sensation gripped the older woman's insides, as she stared at 
Alvin's youthful nakedness hovering over her. Her mind blanked from sensible 
reasoning as he lifted one leg over her and positioned himself on top of her 
nakedly quivering breasts, his knees on either side of her shoulders. 

She felt his weight settle down upon her, and groaned haplessly at the 
sudden view of his virilely pulsating cock jutting out towards her face, his 
round, sperm-filled scrotum brushing against her neck. She tried to squirm 
away as he leaned forward, but his knees pressed tightly against her sides 
and his buttocks rested too heavily on the resilient mounds of her flattened 
breasts to let her move. 

She wanted to fight, to scratch at him and pull herself free, but at that 
moment the teenaged girl kneeling between her widespread thighs dipped down 
again and wormed her tongue back into Sue's hungrily throbbing cunt. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she sighed in rapture against her will, humiliated at her 
own reaction and the young stud's cruel laughter above her. 

Alvin took the older woman's head between his hands and forced it up 
slightly so that her mouth was tilted level with his encroaching cock. The 
thickly blunt head of his prick pressed firmly against her chin, teasing 
wetly along her fully sensuous lips. "Okay, Miss Davis, now go ahead and 
suck my cock. Go on, suck it off good." 

"No. No. I won't do that. I can't," Sue moaned, trying desperately to draw 
up and close her thighs from Pauline's continuing assault on her sensitively 
throbbing pussy. "I can't do that." 

Alvin Artis pinned her harshly to the mattress with one hand, the other 
holding his aching cock in readiness. "Yes, you will. You love sex. You 
loved it with Tom. You were digging getting sucked by Pauline. What makes 
you think I don't like getting sucked?" 

"N-o-o-o-o-o!" 

"Yes! You suck my cock and suck it good, or your little adventures with 
freshman students is going to be reported to the Dean in charge of 
discipline around here. They won't let your bookstore serve students any 
more, you hear that, Miss Davis? Suck my cock!" 

"O-h-h-h-h-h, you wouldn't report me," the blonde woman groaned in horror at 
the shocking threat spewing from the young man's sneering mouth. 

"The hell I won't. I'll have you arrested for fucking, and sucking, and 
sodomy, and anything else I can get them to throw at you. Making it with a 
chick is a crime, you know. You better do what I want, bitch." 

Tears of humiliation and fear streamed from Sue's eyes in a sudden burst of 
uncontrollable anguish. With bitter resignation, she realized that this 
horrid young stud would do exactly as he threatened unless she capitulated 
to his lewd demands. The sensuous tinglings from his girlfriend's flicking 
tongue only added to her torment, for even as she lay in helpless defeat 
beneath the kneeling Alvin, her efforts to escape the increasingly erotic 
sensations billowing up from her loins were all in vain. 

Her traitorous body continued to react with involuntary arousal to the 
hungry lips nibbling deep into her love-starved pussy, causing her to lift 
her thighs up around the girl's skillfully playing mouth. There was nothing 
left for her to do but give in. 

Reluctantly, she flicked her tongue out, the tip coming into wetly warm 
contact with the hotly throbbing head of the young stud's cock. She circled 
the smoothly rubbery flesh with hesitation, hearing him groan and feeling 
him twist above her. Finding the tiny opening of the glans at the very end, 
her tongue darted experimentally into it and tasted the tiny droplets of 
seminal fluid that were forming from his increasing excitement. 

The sharply pungent odor and taste of his secretions caused her mouth to 
unaccountably begin watering in lewd hunger, yet she still was unable to 
bring herself to take all of his long, hard cock into her mouth. 

It was useless. 

The powerful young stud just quickened his thrust to match those of his girl 
friend. Pauline continued to tongue into Sue from behind. 

"Suck, Miss Davis," she heard him command harshly above her. "Suck me good 
or you'll be sorry." 

Sue tentatively nibbled at his pumping young hardness, coughing and 
sputtering at first till she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. 
The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming sticky as small emissions of 
lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the young man's sliding cock. She 
could feel his youthful buttocks grinding down upon her breasts, and his 
fingers entwining in her hair. 

She could feel his boyish hardness stretching and expanding inside her 
involuntarily sucking mouth, and she moaned piteously around it as it surged 
forward deeply into her throat, as though it were attempting to meet 
Pauline's lashing tongue. Sue felt her passion rising to an incredible 
height of ecstasy. 

From below, the immoral young girl worked slave-like as she skewered her 
flicking little tongue into Miss Davis's widespread cunt with wetly sucking 
sounds. With lewd and eager excitement, Pauline could feel the cock-sucking 
woman's inner thighs hollow and contract around her cheeks with an untamed 
animal passion which almost drove her wild. Inflamed by her own building 
heat, she sucked faster and harder, licking mercilessly at the warmly smooth 
flesh, and teasing the hard little clitoris with her teeth. 

She spread her own slender legs apart and drew them up closer to her belly 
in a kneeling position, her firmly rounded buttocks wavering high in the air 
behind her. Then she reached one hand down between her bobbing breasts and 
inserted an extended middle finger deep inside her own tightly clinging 
pussy. 

She began to massage her eager, milking cunt with a pumping motion, 
finger-fucking herself to sweet oblivion as she sucked in rhythm to the 
frenzied buffeting of Sue's impaled body between her and her naked 
boyfriend. 

The overwrought bookstore owner had never felt so abused or depraved in all 
of her sordid life. She fervently prayed that when the two wicked freshmen 
had finished using her as their private toy, it would be all they would 
demand. She licked and sucked the fleshy young cock in her mouth in an 
effort to end her subjugation as quickly as she could, mortified as she 
realized that her own insides were stirring with forbidden response. 

Her naked buttocks squirmed helplessly beneath Pauline's girlish tongue, 
unable to resist the unwantedly rising tide of lust that was beginning 
against her will deeply in her spasming belly. O-h-h-h-h. She couldn't be 
growing to enjoy this. One sex partner at a time was one thing, but this was 
simply too lewd to want. If she gave in to her weakening body now, there'd 
be no telling where it would end. How far would she let herself go next 
time? She had to fight these passionate feelings. 

The very hopelessness of her position and her complete surrender to the 
teenagers' perverted demands were more than she could withstand. Tiny 
ripples of an obscene fire danced through her shattered nerves, causing an 
excited moan to escape from her lips, betraying her fleeting resistance. In 
the end it was the very thought of how young and attractive Pauline and 
Alvin were that defeated her, the knowledge of their fresh, budding 
adolescence tantalizing her till she could no longer control the lust which 
burned uncontrollably through her flesh. 

"Suck me hard, Sue," she heard Alvin pant lewdly down at her. "Tighten your 
lips and suck me till I come." 

Sue did his bidding, enclosing the whole of his sensitive young cock in a 
hotly wet pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic band and trapping it 
inside her warmly moist mouth. She could feel the strapping young stud's 
pulsating reaction and began to suck his thickly hard cock needfully, 
swirling her tongue around and around his fleshy thickness as it slid in and 
out of her clasping, greedy mouth. 

A prurient excitement rose in her nakedly quivering body from the meanly 
debasing thought of her mouth being used this way while the guy's girlfriend 
lewdly tongue-fucked her cunt below. She felt a weirdly masochistic joy. She 
was being defiled like a dirty whore, a common street hooker, by these two 
young freshmen. 

The worst part of it was that she realized now she was enjoying it! 

Tingling moans of servility came from her lips, locked tightly around the 
savagely thrusting cock. At any second this virile football star was going 
to spew his churning come into her throat and fill her cheeks till the hot 
sperm ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails. It was an 
ecstatic experience! 

When that moment came, the debased woman knew she would be physically and 
mentally destroyed. She whimpered to herself in both shame and delight. She 
would never be the same again. It had been all her doing, submitting to her 
own evil desires for the freshman football player's cock. She had been 
lusting for Tom Martindale's cock, just as she had been lusting for the cock 
of young Ralph Winslow that distant day four years before. She had enticed 
Tom, just as she now knew she had enticed Ralph. And she had enticed Pauline 
and Alvin. Had she really wanted to, she could have fended them off. She 
could have fended all of them off. 

Her cunt now throbbed hotly up against Pauline's licking mouth. Erotic 
thoughts filled her fevered brain. She intensified her sucking efforts on 
Alvin's cock. It screwed brutally into her lust-contorted face. It pounded 
her mouth mercilessly, but she loved it. This was what she loved best, being 
savagely ravaged by a powerful young stud athlete. 

Alvin, above her flailing head, groaned incoherently as he stared greedily 
down at Miss Davis's cock-distorted face. The sight of the mature woman's 
wetly ovaled lips laboring around his long, hard cock was enough to draw the 
come right out of his balls. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he 
possessed, pulsing and throbbing as he pumped demoniacally into the moist 
wetness of her saliva-filled mouth. The pressure in his scrotum grew and 
grew, and still she sucked away. 

Suddenly, his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had 
ever done before, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid 
white flow that was rushing like a tidal wave up from his balls and out the 
tip of his crazily jerking cock. He gripped her head tightly between his 
hands and shoved his spewing cock deep into her throat. 

She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurts of his come flooded 
into the back of her mouth, filling the warm cavity and stretching her 
cheeks till they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing in 
desperation to keep from choking on the hotly foaming sperm as the young 
stud emptied his big balls in an explosion of violent lust. It was like 
liquid fireworks, engulfing and overwhelming the blonde bookstore owner. 

Sue's voluptuous body worked beneath his, her thighs opening and closing 
passionately against the sides of Pauline's nodding head. She knew she was 
on the brink of orgasm as she arched her back desirously, the cords of her 
neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face twisted around Alvin's still 
wildly squirting cock, and a low guttural moan erupted deep from in her 
belly around his deeply driving hardness. 

"M-mm-mm-mm," Sue moaned. "O-h-h-h-h-h." 

The bookstore owner felt as if she were losing her mind as the fluids of her 
spiraling release flowed out around Pauline's deeply embedded tongue in her 
ecstatically convulsing cunt. She felt and heard the young schoolgirl 
thrashing in her own insane throes of climax, but the sound was lost in the 
silent wonder of her secretions running wetly down the crevice of her 
trembling buttocks to soak into the bed below. The older woman gave one last 
mighty gasp, hearing Pauline cry out in a high-pitched squeal, and then felt 
the exhausted weight of her nubile young body collapse on top of her belly. 

For a long moment, only heavy breathing filled the living room. The naked 
woman lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly, the 
rapidly deflating cock of Alvin Artis still stuck in her mouth. At long 
last, the man climbed off of her sweat-clinging breasts, his now limp cock 
slipping wetly from between her come-smeared lips. As the head popped out, 
it brought a splash of gooey come that dribbled over the aching lip of the 
lovely blonde. Involuntarily, her tongue snaked out and licked up the errant 
droplets of vital fluid, withdrawing them into her mouth to be swallowed 
greedily and gratefully by the passionate blonde. 

Alvin's girl friend Pauline lifted herself off of Sue's gently throbbing 
pussy with a moist sigh of contentment. Then she crawled over to let Alvin 
cradle her lovingly in his leanly muscular arms. They were all exhausted, 
spent, but full of contentment and joy. 

The conscienceless youth grinned with a happy smile of satiation as he 
hugged his young girl friend to his naked chest. "That wasn't bad," he 
sighed in obvious pleasure, fondling her firmly supple breasts with his 
hands. "Not bad at all, for a start." 

"No more," Sue whimpered tormentedly. "Please, don't do any more to me." 

"We will, believe me," he laughed contemptuously. 

"Let her alone," Pauline suggested. "She looks pretty beat." 

"But I haven't fucked her yet, baby. And you know how much Miss Davis loves 
to get fucked by a freshman football star." 

"Oh please," the older woman moaned. She closed her thighs and crossed her 
arms over her breasts shieldingly. "I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take 
it now." 

"Yeah, let her alone," the teenage girl urged her boyfriend. "Come on, let's 
get dressed. Later you can hump my pussy." 

"Well, all right," Alvin agreed, though it was obvious he wasn't entirely 
satisfied with that arrangement. "I'll let our hot Miss Davis alone, for 
now. I'm not through with her though, not by a long shot." 

Sue rolled over on her face and began to cry softly into the covers. She 
heard the soft sounds of rustling clothes as the two stood up and began to 
dress, and then felt a suddenly sharp slap across her fully firm-fleshed 
buttocks. The shock startled her, but she didn't turn over. 

"Now listen, Sue-baby," she heard Alvin snarl, "You say anything about 
tonight, and it'll go a lot worse for you than for us. Just remember that 
we're all practically kids. This is only the beginning, so keep that tight 
little cunt of yours ready whenever I feel the urge, okay? That goes for 
Pauline and Tom too. We all have fucking rights on you, do you understand 
what I'm talking about?" 

"O-h-h-h-h, you're so cruel," Sue wailed. "What have I done to deserve 
this?" 

Pauline giggled appreciatively as Alvin laughed in derision at the 
helplessly disconsolate bookstore owner. With that, the young girl and her 
boyfriend walked hand-in-hand to the front door and left, slamming it behind 
them. 

For a long time Sue lay on her soiled bed of shame, unmoving in the quiet of 
the night. Dear me, she moaned, what was she going to do? Those two terrors 
would come back time and again, and as Alvin had said, there wasn't the 
least thing she could do to prevent it. All she'd done wrong was desire a 
young man. It was a tragic moment of overwhelming weakness, but because of 
it, she was being forced to submit on command to his sister and that virile 
boyfriend of hers. It wasn't fair, yet what could she do? 

The naked blonde stirred, stumbling with weak legs to where the Scotch 
bottle was standing, and then dragged herself back to the bed after 
extinguishing the lights. In the darkness she sipped directly from the 
bottle and contemplated the future, if such she could call it. Gradually she 
began to feel drowsy as the Scotch counteracted the terrible shame and 
horror she felt. She slowly succumbed to the warm lethargy, and eventually 
she drifted into a restless sleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The events of the evening stayed with Alvin Artis. He had enjoyed himself, 
but he was far from satisfied. There was something in the situation, 
something in the utter degradation of the older woman that especially 
appealed to him. He was thinking about how to exploit that situation as he 
drifted off to sleep, and it was again on his mind as he arose to go to 
class. 

He couldn't concentrate on freshman English, and he didn't feel like going 
to lunch later on. Instead, he sat in his car with a football team friend, 
watching students file out of the main classroom building. Alvin's handsome 
face was fixed in a thoughtful leer, as he watched a good-looking young 
blonde step out of the building. 

He followed her with his flashing dark eyes as they riveted on the gently 
provocative sway of her finely shaped ass. He remained glued to her body as 
she stepped out of sight. Then he let out a deep breath, intended for the 
benefit of his companion. 

The young freshman beside him was long-haired, and even more powerfully 
built than he was. Floyd Flacky was a burly defensive lineman. 

"That was one fine piece of tail," Floyd said appreciatively. 

"Do tell," Alvin mumbled distractedly. "She's good, but I've seen better." 

"Shit," chided his friend. 

Just then another freshman football teammate strode up and leapt into the 
back seat. It was Leon Lewis, the linebacker. 

"You guys are looking horny today," he remarked, letting his bundle of books 
drop to the floor. He leaned wistfully over the back of the seats in front 
of him and spoke again. "Too fuckin' bad that one was a senior. A chick that 
age doesn't fuck with a bunch of low-life frosh like us." 

"You sure about that?" Alvin questioned. "Any chick will get hot for a thick 
cock. Believe me." 

"Bullshit," Leon said. "You'd have to take a crowbar and pry open a snatch 
like that one. Give me some innocent freshman chick so I know I can score. 
They don't yell, they don't give you hell, 'cause they're as horny as us." 

"I dig what you're saying." Floyd agreed. "A few years of sophistication in 
a place like this and the women get too high-falutin' to fuck. Right Alvin. 

Alvin was strangely silent. He was lost in thought again, and then he 
allowed himself the luxury of thinking aloud. "Some broads have a thing for 
younger guys. I know a blonde who's better than that one, and her thing is 
freshman football players." 

"Don't keep this all for yourself," Leon said, standing in back and leaning 
way over. "Clue your pals in." 

Alvin sat silently for awhile. Maybe this was what he had in the back of his 
mind all along. Maybe it wasn't just an unguarded moment that led him so 
close to revealing the sex bout with the bookstore owner. He decided to 
confide in his friends. 

"I'm talking about Sue Davis," he said flatly. 

"The broad who owns the little bookstore off campus?" Floyd said in 
surprise. His eyes rolled in his sockets and he let out a low wolf whistle. 
"She's some gal. I really dig that body of hers, but she wouldn't touch a 
bunch of freshmen dudes." 

"Yeah," said Leon. "What are you talking about Alvin? That Davis bitch 
wouldn't look at one of us." 

Alvin controlled his voice to a near-whisper. "That's what you two guys 
think," he said. "I have very intimate knowledge of that broad." 

"Intimate?" Leon asked. 

"That's right," Alvin came back, feeling more confident about letting the 
guys in on his secret. "I had sex with Sue Davis last night." 

"Bullshit," Floyd sneered. "You can't make me believe you fucked that 
woman." 

"No," Alvin replied casually. "I didn't fuck her." 

"What then?" 

"She sucked my cock," Alvin Artis said coolly. "I still don't believe this," 
Leon put in. "How can you expect us to believe a load of horse crap like 
that?" 

"It's true," Alvin came back. In a burst of unabashed pride he leaned back 
in the seat of the old car and stuck out his chest. "Last night, right in 
her own bed. She was begging for my cock. 'O-h-h, let me suck it off,' she 
said. 'Please. Please. Let me eat you Alvin.' " He was speaking in a high 
falsetto voice. 

"Shit," said Floyd. "If that doll said that to me I'd shove my cock down her 
yap." 

"Just what I did," Alvin said. "And next time I'm going to fuck her. I 
didn't have time last night, or I would've, then. She promised me that I 
could come back anytime and stick it to her." 

"Somebody get a shovel," Floyd challenged in disbelief. "It's getting 
awfully thick in here." 

"I tell you I got blown by her, and I can get laid anytime I feel like it," 
Alvin said. "I could go over there right now if I wanted, and fuck the shit 
out of that blonde." 

"And I think you couldn't without help," Floyd taunted. "Not unless you 
slugged her with a baseball bat first." 

"How about us going over there and finding out?" Leon asked with a smirk. 
"Then we'd all know if you're telling the truth or not. You can fuck her 
while we watch. Put on a show for us." 

"Shit," Floyd said. "We'll all slip some meat into her cunt. If Miss Davis 
is as hot to trot as big man here wants us to believe, she'll love it from 
all of us." 

"Cut it out," Alvin grunted, trying to think of a way out of the comer he'd 
talked himself into. "We can't all go bursting into her bookstore and bang 
her now. That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of." Then suddenly the 
young stud stopped talking, a devilish gleam coming into his eyes. A wicked 
little smirk creased his lips upwards as his brain churned with new-found 
lasciviousness. "On the other hand, maybe there is a way." 

"What are you thinking, Alvin?" Leon asked eagerly. 

"Yeah," the handsome boy murmured, a leer spreading his thin-lipped mouth. 
"Why not? I bet she will, too." 

"You mean really do it?" Floyd asked anxiously. "Hey, now, we were just 
kidding around. Alvin. We can't do that. I mean, she'd scream bloody murder, 
and then we'd all land up with our asses in jail or something." 

Alvin cast a glare in the tall, somewhat beefy guy who sat beside him. 
"What's the matter, Floyd? You called me on it. You going to chicken out 
now? Don't you worry, Miss Davis is cool. Let's do it. We don't have a thing 
to worry about. She won't say one damned thing to anyone. I can guarantee 
that." 

Now all three young studs sat up to look at one another in the old jalopy. 
Slyly sensuous grins began to spread across their youthful faces. Lewd 
gleams leaping into their eyes, they all mulled over the possibility of 
getting into the panties of the luscious blonde bookstore owner. 

"Hot shit," Leon chuckled obscenely, nodding his shaggy, unkempt head 
slowly. "If you're sure she won't kick up a storm, why the fuck now?" 

"Well maybe a little at first," Alvin acknowledged. "That's only natural 
with women, till they get going. Remember when we fuck the first time. The 
girl screamed and yelled at first, but then she dug it, right? Miss Davis 
ain't going to set up any big fuss that might tip off the campus cops or 
anything like that." 

"How can you be so sure?" Floyd asked. 

"Because I'm telling you, that's how. Now, I'm going over there, even if you 
two aren't," Alvin said, looking from one to the other of them. "Anybody for 
cutting class and fucking Miss Davis?" 

The two other football players nodded in agreement, and then Leon sat back 
in the rear seat. While the other two talked animatedly about what they were 
going to do, he sat thinking it all over. A weird gleam came into his eyes, 
as if he were visualizing what he was going to do. Finally, his reverie was 
disturbed by Alvin's voice. 

"How does that sound, Leon?" the obviously excited youth asked him. 

"Huh?" 

"I say what do you think of our plans. We'll fuck her sweet cunt to a 
fare-thee-well." 

"Yeah, sure," said Leon absently. 

"You don't sound enthusiastic," said Floyd. 

"Shit," Leon came back. "I sure as hell am. I was just thinking. There's 
something I might like to try out on that broad, something I heard about, 
but never had the nerve to really try." The others were all ears. "I 
wonder," Leon said thoughtfully. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The events of the previous day were also weighing heavily on the mind of the 
blonde bookstore owner. She had spent a terrible morning, awakening with a 
headache from the tension and drinking of the day before. She had awakened 
from a drug-like stupor, finding it early morning, and she had tried to 
shower away the recollections of what she had done. 

She put on a lovely pink shift, then spent the balance of the morning trying 
to figure a way to put the terrible events of the previous day behind her. 
She hated the thought of the lewd things that Alvin and Pauline had done to 
her. Still more repugnant to her was the knowledge of her own depraved 
submission. 

She couldn't help the constant nagging guilt of having bargained willingly, 
giving herself to the two teenagers' perverted lusts with wanton 
shamelessness. This was more frightening than anything else, and she 
couldn't help wondering where it would end. What was to become of her now? 

She walked through her tiny bookstore like a caged animal prowling around 
its bars for escape. The blinds were down and the closed sign was on the 
door. There was no question in her mind that she was in no condition to face 
a throng of students, some of them freshmen footballers, practicing in the 
field across the street after classes. 

At the moment, she could not conceive of ever facing anybody again. Her 
disgrace, she was certain, must be as conspicuous as the sun itself. Why had 
she done all this? How had it ever happened? 

She reached nervously for a package of cigarettes on a book shelf. Then her 
hand froze, for the butts reminded her of the marijuana cigarette that had 
made her so uninhibited the day before. She shivered, withdrawing her hand 
despite the fact she knew the cigarettes on the shelf were harmless. She 
.felt a cold, clammy shiver steal through her at the mere recollection of 
what that drug had made her do. 

Yet, for all her bitter rationalizations, she could not blame anybody except 
herself. Drugged or not, she had willingly allowed her naked body to become 
unspeakably, wantonly depraved. Had she been a stronger person herself and 
not allowed her own lewd passions to control her, the whole repulsive 
nightmare would have, been averted. That was like crying over spilt milk. It 
had happened. It was a reality. 

The appalling truth must stay locked in her heart, there to remain hidden 
for all time. Alvin Artis had been perfectly right, to expose the whole 
hideous episode would be equal to slitting her own throat. There were three 
of them now, and it was her word against theirs. They would get together and 
say this older woman trapped them, gave them drugs, seduced them, and made 
them perform perverted acts: oral sex and lesbian activities! 

She would be ridden out of the small midwestern town on a rail. She'd be 
lucky if she weren't strung up, murdered, lynched by an angry mob. 

She made up her mind. There was simply no alternative. She had to leave town 
of her own free will. She had to get out as soon as she could, or she would 
face certain ruin. She was beaten. There was no other way out. 

Before this day was over, she vowed, she would find the strength to pack her 
bags and drive away, never to return to this college town where some 
horrible demon had been brought out in her by Ralph Winslow four years 
before, returned to some resting place deep within her like an evil genie, 
only to be brought out again by Tom Martindale, by his sister Pauline, and 
by that brute Alvin Artis. 

She could quickly arrange with the landlord to have the lease on the store 
canceled. Her only dread was that Pauline or Alvin would show up before she 
had time to pull herself together. She could only hope that the freshmen 
tormentors would leave well enough alone for the next few hours. She could 
be out of town by the time they decided they wanted, to have some more fun 
with her. 

She had to get started. Somehow, she couldn't seem to find the will to 
organize her sudden flight. Was there something in this hellish town that 
kept her from leaving, or was it purely something within herself? 

A sound at the front door of the shop snapped Sue from her tormenting 
reverie. She stopped, frozen in despair as she realized she must have 
overlooked locking the door that morning in her haste. The door opened 
slowly, a beam of sunlight falling across the bare floor, and in its shaft 
she saw the silhouette of a young man. The dark outline paused, the patch of 
sunlight widening as the youth hesitantly pushed the door open further. 

For a single horrifying second, Sue was positive it was that brutish Alvin 
Artis, returning to give her more hell. 

"Who's there, who is it?" she gasped out, the blood draining from her face 
in sudden terror almost to the point of dizziness. 

"Miss Davis?" an unsure, roughly-pitched voice responded, and then the 
bookstore owner sighed with relief. It was Tom Martindale. 

"Oh Tom," she said, swallowing the thick lump which had concealed in her 
throat, the tension inside her melting away. "Oh, it's only you." 

The eighteen-year-old youth walked in the store, the front door closing 
behind him automatically. "I wanted to see you again, Miss Davis. Pauline 
told me everything was better now, that you didn't hold it against me that 
I, uh, sort of forced you into what we did yesterday." 

"I don't hold anything against you, Tom," Sue replied desperately, thinking 
of her troubles with his amoral sister. Then she looked carefully at Tom, 
one hand on the paperback rack to steady herself, becoming reluctantly aware 
that perhaps seeing this desirable young athlete again was more traumatic to 
her than another visit by Pauline or her boyfriend. "Actually, Tom, things 
are not all right." 

Her sadness confused the inexperienced youngster, for Pauline had promised 
him that Miss Davis would be happy to see him, and his hurt showed plainly 
in his eyes. "I'm real sorry, Miss Davis. I didn't mean to make you mad at 
me. I got a little carried away. I thought you had wanted me to make love to 
you. " 

The sincere tone in his voice made Sue immediately sorry she'd been so hurt. 
After all, he was not to blame that things were not all right. It had been 
her own shameless desires which had led him to her bed in the first place, 
and then later to the cruel nightmare of her all-too-willing subjugation. 
"I'm not mad at you," she finally said squeezing her eyes shut momentarily. 
"It's just that ... I know I enticed you to do what you did. I ... I...." 

"My sister told me what you did last night." 

"I knew as much. She doesn't understand me. It's very complicated. There was 
something that happened four years ago. It's so complicated, I wish you 
would just take my word for it." There was a long uneasy pause then, and she 
opened her eyes to exchange glances before dropping them to stare at the 
bare plank floor. "You better go now, or you'll be late for your afternoon 
classes. I'm not feeling too well right now." 

"Are you sick, Miss Davis?" the young man persisted, anxiously stepping 
closer to her. "You need a doctor?" 

"No, no, only some rest. Lots of nice, soothing rest is all I need." 

Tom hesitated for a moment longer as if uncertain whether he should go as 
requested or stay as he wanted to. His tongue nervously circled his lips as 
he studied the sensually mature body of the bookstore owner, his brain 
swirling with the hopes of repeating what they'd done yesterday afternoon. 
He knew that they were all alone here in her store, and he could feel his 
temples pulsing madly with the force of his passions, passions which had 
been incensed ever since his sister had told him Miss Davis wanted him 
again. His mind reeled with memories of the incredible softness of the older 
woman's warmly rounded breasts, and he ached to feel the softly hair-fringed 
lips between her legs and rub along them with his fingers till she cried out 
passionately 'for him. His nostrils flared with the intoxicating female 
scent of her flesh, causing his newly discovered cravings to spread through 
his tingling loins till his cock hardened uncontrollably in his pants. 

Suddenly, everything disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing 
demands of his budding maleness. Miss Davis's words of rejection were 
overwhelmed by the erotic sensations pulsing through his immature mind, and 
he was driven towards the irresistible temptation of Sue's blonde and 
womanly self. 

"Oh, Miss Davis," he cried out in a strangled sob, and before Sue knew it, 
he had stumbled across the last few remaining feet between them and 
compulsively thrown both arms around her waist. He pushed her back against 
the plate glass front of the book counter, planting moistly rapid kisses on 
her cheeks and throat. The shocked woman gasped just before his mouth locked 
wetly upon hers, his tongue flicking out to stab between her lips in a 
tentative French kiss. 

Sue tried to resist and pull away, but her senses had been caught entirely 
off guard by his abrupt attack, and before she could gather her wits about 
her, deliciously erotic sensations were rippling involuntarily through her 
body. Just the puckish eagerness of the hard-boiled youngster's fiery desire 
excited her. She could feel his stone-hard young erection pulsing against 
the softness of her belly as he held her tightly against his youthful loins, 
and in response, taunting currents of sexual fever burned hungrily through 
her blood. 

Against her will, the older woman experienced a slowly growing yearning for 
the youngster, a yearning which bordered on the shameless lust that had led 
to her lewd seduction of him the day before. This humiliating realization 
sobered her slightly, and once more she tried to pull away from his 
enfolding arms. 

"No, Tom, please," she gasped shakily as she managed to tear her lips away 
from his mouth. "Please, don't kiss me like that. Let me go. " 

It was as it had been the previous afternoon. She knew she wanted sex. She 
was pushing the hot-blooded youth into doing something he didn't want to do. 
She was forcing him to rape her. 

"You want it," she heard the young stud say, and it was clear that he was 
once again growing angry. "You're so beautiful." With that, his head dipped 
down to press into the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, and his hands 
slipped down from her waist to cup her lushly rounded buttocks. He grasped 
them with youthful eagerness and began to squeeze and massage excitedly in a 
hypnotic rhythm which matched the pulse of the older woman's heart. 

Sue's inner thighs almost at once grew moistly warm from his caressings, her 
moral courage deserting her with the obscene urge to accept the young man's 
ardent embrace. She found herself racking her brain for any excuse she could 
think of to avoid what she knew would take place. As Tom pressed against her 
and kneaded the quivering cheeks of her ass, she wavered as though she would 
fall over if he did not hold her so breathlessly tight. 

Sensing her weakening resolve, the young man lowered himself to his knees, 
dragging her down strongly with him and ignoring her feeble resistance. He 
pushed into her in his youthful enthusiasm, and together they fell back 
against the glass counter, then sprawled unceremoniously on the coldly 
wooden floor beside it. 

Sue's legs inadvertently opened when she landed, the hem of her dress hiking 
up to her firmly milk-white thighs. Tom sucked in his breath, his flashing 
eyes seeing the crotchband of her white nylon panties, and the tiny blonde 
tendrils of softly pliant hair which curled out from around the edges of 
their tight elastic bands. 

" 'O-h-h-h-h-h, " Sue murmured in a daze, struggling to overcome the obscene 
passions that were rapidly conquering her last defenses. She was dimly aware 
of his searching hands as they snaked around to the zipper at the back of 
her dress. She told herself to stop him, to stop herself before it was too 
late, but her shamelessly aroused body refused to follow the commands of her 
mind. 

She was incapable of halting his fingers as they awkwardly jerked open the 
dress down to the tops of her trembling buttocks. She could feel the cool 
planks of the dusty floor against her skin as he yanked the material from 
her lushly ripened body and let it crumble in a soft heap on the floor next 
to her ankles. 

He struggled with the unfamiliar snaps of her flimsy white brassiere next, 
and she heard the guy mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he ripped 
the cupping material free and her full white breasts burst tremblingly into 
the open air of the bookstore. He dropped to his knees beside her then as 
she writhed in smoldering, paralyzing desire, and fumbled with the elastic 
waistband of her panties. 

The maturing youth was learning quickly, and he hooked his fingers inside to 
slowly roll the white nylon briefs down over the softness of her frantically 
quivering buttocks and legs, adding them to the small skimpy pile of her 
outer clothing on the floor. 

There was nothing left. The bookstore owner lay nakedly before the youth, 
and she heard him panting with ungovernable excitement as he sat on his 
knees in front of her. 

"You know something, Miss Davis. I've got to fuck you again," Tom groaned. 
Sue stiffened at the sound of the young teenager's obscene words, and yet 
their very lewdness only excited her more. She could feel a warm moisture 
seeping from the swollen pink lips of her exposed cunt, and she pressed her 
legs together to ease the fiery tantalizing sensations that were licking out 
of control through her loins. 

"I don't think we should do this," she moaned weakly as his head dipped 
down. The young stud drew one of her tenderly throbbing breasts into the 
freshly hot shelter of his mouth, fastening his small sharp teeth with 
unintentional harshness into the hardened little nipple. She groaned, 
attempting to squirm away from the sudden spasm of pain, but his hands roved 
over the soft flesh of her naked thighs and hips, holding her tightly down 
against the dirty floor. 

A fiery need was boiling like a volcano in her tautly rippling belly, and 
her head fell limply back onto the wood planking as she felt his fingers 
dancing over the tingling skin of her sensitive upper thighs. Her breathing 
deepened as he brazenly slid down between her involuntarily widening legs to 
tease the hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she knew in shameful anguish 
that it was too late. It was too damned late, and she knew it. 

"Can I fuck you, Miss Davis?" Tom asked. "Without having to rape you this 
time?" The young man could have taken her roughly once more, but he sensed 
her submissive surrender to the lewd desires coursing through both their 
impassioned bodies. "Don't make me beat you into submission again," he 
threatened. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h. Y-e-s-s-s-s-s," the older woman groaned mindlessly. She was a 
slave to the obscene surges of forbidden lust that were making her ache to 
have this delectable young stud's hot young cock inside her hungering cunt 
once again. 

There was no thought in her mind but the anticipation for the moment he 
would thrust his hard virile cock deep into her eagerly throbbing cunt. She 
knew she could hardly wait any longer, and reached up to unzip his pants, 
dipping her fingers inside to frantically search for his thick young 
hard-on. 

"O-h-h-h-h, Tom, darling Tom, your beautiful cock. It's so wonderful," Sue 
breathed softly. She felt his hand sliding into the heated depths of her 
lushly moistened cuntal crevice, slipping inside her smoothly wet cuntal 
walls till she wriggled her naked hips up to get more of the delicious 
sensation. Probing through the frontal opening of his thin cotton 
underpants, she grasped his pulsing shaft of hardened young flesh, sighing 
in perverted delight, as she drew it out and gazed at its blood-swollen 
young length. She began to excitedly stroke it back and forth between her 
thumb and forefinger as a deeply pulsating glow of passion spread through 
her loins and breasts. 

"The bed, Tom. Let's go into my apartment and use the bed," she breathed 
thickly, her mind flooded by the obscene pleasure that was coursing through 
her veins. "Somebody might come in the store like you did and see us." 

"I wouldn't worry about that, Sue. Nobody would mind watching you get 
screwed." The voice was rough and came from somewhere behind them. "It beats 
the hell out of going to class this afternoon." 

"Or even to football practice," another voice said. 

Both Sue and Tom stiffened with shock, and the blood chilled in the older 
woman's veins as she recognized that second voice. Horrified, she tore her 
eyes away from the quivering young cock she had pulled from the front of 
Tom's trousers, and lifted her head to look over at the door. As she'd 
suspected, Alvin Artis stood at the entrance, and crowding around on either 
side of his powerful body were two of the other roughnecks she'd seen 
practicing on the freshman football practice field. 

"Oh no!" she gasped. 

"Yes, Miss Davis," Alvin snickered cruelly. "Seems I'm always catching you 
doing something you shouldn't, doesn't it? First Pauline was eating your 
pussy, and now you're about to fuck her twin brother." 

"Oh please, Alvin. Enough," Sue haltingly began, but the young stud only 
laughed at her, closing the door behind him as all three of them trooped 
into her little bookstore, crowding around her and Tom. She felt a sinking 
sensation, knowing that all hope was gone. 

"Don't get upset, Tom," Alvin said, patting his friend on the back. 

Tom just shrugged over Sue. "Don't make any difference to me," he said. 
"After what you told me about last night, I guess she's into a gang-bang 
scene anyway. Just as long as I get my share." 

The others laughed lewdly. 

Sue's head was spinning with shame and fear, and as she slowly regained her 
wits, a hollow dread began to spread through her. She cringed nakedly back 
against the glass cabinet as they came towards her. She recognized the 
oversized lout with the shaggy hair as a boisterous football lineman named 
Floyd. The other fellow, leaner but just as athletic in build was Leon, or 
that's what they had always called him shouting across the football practice 
field after classes each day. 

They moved closer, encircling her and Tom, ugly, carnal leers contorting 
their fresh, beardless faces as they stood with their legs arrogantly spread 
apart. 

"Whew, Miss Davis," Leon blurted out in open-mouthed awe. "You sure are a 
well-stacked piece of ass. I've never seen tits like those before." Sue 
stared speechless up at his lecherous face, and then shook her head as she 
gazed into the small pitiless eyes of the one named Floyd. It was obvious 
that they were about to gang-fuck her, and it came to her in a sudden 
realization. If the weird trickle of pleasure that crept through her body 
was any indication, she thought, it might even be what some devilish inner 
self of hers secretly wanted. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sue gaped from one to the other of the youthful faces, wearing their masks 
of lust. "No, please go away," she whimpered. "I don't want you here. Please 
leave me alone." 

"We only want some fun with you," Leon said. "You know, like Alvin had last 
night, and Tom had yesterday afternoon." 

Sue's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside out. She 
suddenly felt nauseous as vivid memories of Alvin crouched over her face 
with his rapacious young cock shoved all the way down her throat flooded her 
mind. The fate the four boys had in mind for her now became as obvious to 
her as if they'd spoken it. "Why?" she heard herself ask foolishly. "Why me? 
I haven't hurt anyone." 

A wave of obscene chortles rained down at her for answers, and Alvin thrust 
his thumbs behind his belt and arrogantly said, "You're getting yourself all 
up-tight, Miss Davis. Here you are all set to have Tom screw you, and you 
act like you don't want us. Why, you ought to be happy. We're giving you 
your chance to get your fill of freshman football studs. Isn't that what you 
want?" 

"Sure," Floyd added with a lewd chuckle." You be nice to us, and we'll be 
nice to you." 

"If you're not," Alvin added with savage glee, "You just remember what I 
told you last night, about cooperating." 

With an agonizing moan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head 
fall back against the dirty floor. There would be no way out, not if she 
could hope to save herself from Alvin's threatened exposure. She was 
physically outnumbered and trapped by her own guilt in seducing young Tom 
yesterday afternoon. "Don't," she whined fearfully. "I beg of you, don't. 
Don't hurt me." 

"Let's go guys," Tom called out. "Fuck her." 

"Save me Tom," Sue cried out. 

"A good fuck never hurt a girl," the young stud said coldly. 

Sue gazed up at him, her last hope ebbing. She was suddenly filled with an 
insane desire to escape. She scrambled to her feet. If she could only get 
away, if only for the moment, then perhaps she would be spared. She lunged 
for the front door of her book shop in a desperate bid to escape at all 
costs. 

Leon and Floyd caught her easily, and threw her down on the cold floor. Her 
breath came in ragged, sucking gasps as she helplessly watched Alvin and 
Floyd strip themselves naked before her. Her eyes remained transfixed on the 
thick cocks jutting from their virile bodies. Leon's was the biggest of all, 
a thickly blunt instrument of fearsome proportions. 

Without warning Alvin slid between her legs, spreading them apart cruelly in 
his youthful eagerness. He teasingly fondled the soft-, blonde-haired pussy 
before him as Floyd watched enviously over his shoulder. 

"A cunt like this is real lickin' stuff," Alvin rasped. 

The tormented woman was forced to lie in unwilling passiveness as she felt 
Alvin's fingertips caressing her nakedly defenseless pussy. She groaned in 
abject humiliation as she glanced up to see the other three boys peer 
greedily as Alvin lowered his face, and buried the full length of his tongue 
into the moistly pink cuntal lips obscenely spread before him. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned, the young stud's hungry mouth closing hotly over 
her softly wet furrow. A convulsive spasm of unwilling delight shot up the 
full length of her spine as she felt his searching tongue lace snake-like 
into her quivering cuntal crevice. She ground her buttocks down against the 
hard wood floor in an attempt to escape the taunting, youthful attack, a 
whimpering moan bubbling from her lips. 

Alvin licked expertly, lapping up and down her cuntal lips, then finding his 
way with the point of his tongue to her tightly puckered anus. His wetly 
lascivious tongue darted all along her sensitive flesh, covering the whole 
area from the top of her cunt to the pink ring of anal muscle. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h, stop," Sue pleaded. 

"You want to be fucked instead, Miss Davis?" she heard the muffled voice of 
Alvin call up from between her legs. 

"N ... no," she moaned piteously. 

"Let me know when you do," the sadistic young freshman footballer said, 
sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through her with his mouth locked 
wetly against her helpless pussy. "Let me hear you beg." 

"I won't. I can't," the bookstore owner said, her resistance leaking away 
with each delicious stroke of the expert tongue on her cunt and asshole. She 
couldn't bring herself to suffer this further indignation, not in front of 
the other three guys, all leering lewdly above her. The thought of begging 
these brutal young men to drive their slender cocks into her was too 
unbearable. It would be the ultimate surrender. 

"Say it," Floyd hissed wetly down at her. "O-h-h-h-h," the helpless woman 
moaned, resistance fading rapidly as the lewd sensations from Alvin's 
flicking tongue changed her flesh into a mass of nerve-tingling arousal. 
"O-h-h-h," she moaned. "Go ahead now. Give it to me." 

A hot need sped through the blonde's body, and she could bear it no longer. 
"Please!" she shouted out, and then she added unthinkingly, "Fuck me. Fuck 
me. Fuck me good." 

"Leon," Alvin said, "get her up over me, and then I can lie underneath. Sue, 
you suck Floyd's cock while I fuck up into you. And you Leon ... you just do 
your thing." 

Sue couldn't believe her ears. They were all going to work on her at once. 
The obscene thought of the gang-bang caused her to groan with steaming 
desire and grind her buttocks furiously down against the floor in mad 
abandon. She had been driven to a peak of wild arousal, and her 
saliva-moistened cunt was flowering wetly and demanding to be filled. 

Alvin shuffled around till he was lying on the floor beside the wantonly 
writhing blonde, his hard cock jutting straight up in the air like a lance 
about to be buried in a helpless victim. "Go on, Leon, get Miss Davis to 
straddle me. I'll ram it to her first." 

As Floyd watched in lewd delight, the hefty Leon moved up and caught Sue by 
her shoulders, twisting her around so that she was forced to lie face down 
on the dirty wood floor. She lay without struggling, small gasps of passion 
and shame coursing from her mouth as the heavy-set young stud roughly 
clutched her nakedly quivering buttocks and raised them up. He lifted her 
over the supine body of his pal, till she was left kneeling on all fours 
like a bitch in heat, her face looking directly down into the lewdly 
grinning face of Alvin Artis. 

The naked blonde suddenly quivered with renewed desire as she felt the blunt 
head of Alvin's heatedly pulsating cock press into the swollen crevice of 
her up-turned cunt. It slid in, bringing a moan of pleasure from her lips. 
The big young stud began to fuck in and out of her. 

Suddenly she heard Floyd's voice say, "Suck my cock," as she looked up to 
see it bobbing wildly before her face. 

Her wetly ovaled lips accepted it, and the smoothly velvet head was soon 
followed by the whole thick shaft. The beefy guy ground his hips into her 
face as he buried his prick in her throat. Then he withdrew it and began a 
rhythmic thrusting that matched the humping of Alvin's cock in her cunt. 

Suddenly, Alvin called out, "Come on, Leon. Do your thing." 

"Wahoo!" Leon yelled out. "I'm going to fuck her in the ass." 

Sue choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. He 
couldn't do that to her. Her mind whirled frantically, and she moaned with 
rising horror around the young stud's surging cock in her mouth. 

"No," she managed to call in muffled protest. "Don't do that to me. It's all 
wrong." 

"Shit no, it's just fine," she heard Alvin say below her. "It's Leon's 
specialty, banging asses." 

"Don't let him do it," she pleaded to the guy still fucking vigorously into 
her from below. "Please. It'll kill me." 

"You'll hurt her. You'll hurt her," Tom called out, getting worried about 
the blonde bookstore owner. "You'll rip her asshole out with that big cock 
of yours, Leon." 

"Naw," came Alvin's voice in return. "He won't kill her. Leon has always 
dreamed of getting it on that way, and Sue's the perfect target. Go ahead, 
man. Fuck her in the asshole." 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sue groaned, as she moved to close her thighs. Alvin's hands 
grasped her tightly around her defenselessly upturned hips, impaling her 
immobile on his up-thrusting cock. 

Leon leered down at the fearfully cowering older woman, and then he climbed 
between her widespread legs and found a position where he could maneuver 
without disturbing his pal fucking up into her cunt from below. He placed 
his hands on her nakedly squirming buttocks, one on each ass-cheeks, and 
slowly drew them apart till the tiny muscular ring of her anal opening came 
into view. 

Sue groaned, and tried to tense her buttocks together again, but Alvin below 
her shoved harder up inside her cunt. She felt an explosive spasm of 
delicious sensation, forcing her to relax and allow the heavy-set teenager 
behind her to splay her ass-cheeks apart with his talon-like fingers. 

Leon pushed the whole of his heavy body into the older woman's back, his 
thickly hardened cock laying tight against the warmly parted crevice of her 
buttocks. Its bulbous tip throbbed against the tiny puckering sphincter 
muscle as he flicked his young hips forward, immediately spearing into the 
tightly clenched hole of her anal canal. 

Sue grunted from the sudden pain shooting through her body as the youth 
shoved forward and embedded his lust-swollen cock-head just inside her 
painfully quivering anus. She moaned around Floyd's thick cock in her mouth 
as she pleaded mournfully for Leon to stop. His perverted invasion grew, and 
she could feel her aching thighs being swept even wider apart as his thick 
cock tunneled steadily into her rectum. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e," the helplessly kneeling woman moaned again, instinctively 
clenching her resilient buttocks together and trapping his youthful hardness 
between them. 

"Uh, uh, uh," Leon grunted as he ass-fucked into her. His strong body was 
hunched over her, sweating profusely and pistoning with each surge of his 
hard cock. 

"E-e-e-e-e-e," the blonde screamed again. "O-h-h-h-h, you're killing me." 

Leon paused in his savage entry and began a gentle vibration inside the 
clasping walls of her cruelly stretched anus. "Hell, Miss Davis, we've just 
begun," he taunted the terror-stricken woman, and lunged forward to drive 
another half-inch of his thick young cock into her searing rectal passage. 

"M-mm-mm," the bookstore owner moaned, while the brutal Floyd continued to 
thrust wetly in and out of her mouth. 

The walls of her anal passage felt as if they were being ripped apart as the 
vicious sodomizing strokes increased, till finally all of Leon's fleshy 
shaft had been buried far inside her body. 

Leon snickered in sadistic delight as he felt his balls scraping against the 
wide-splayed crevice of the moaning woman's buttocks. Then he began a 
back-and-forth motion, fucking in and out of her tight little anus in 
thrusts which traveled the full excited length of his ravaging cock. 

He licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the inflamed reddish skin 
of Miss Davis's tightly puckered little anus draw back with the glistening 
shaft of his cock, clutching it adhesively as if it didn't want to let go, 
and then disappear inside again with his forward thrust back into her 
asshole, sinking his cock into the warmly buttery depths of her rubbery 
rectum. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," Sue grunted in excruciating pain. She let out a sharp scream. 
"E-e-e-e-e-e!!!" 

The depraved Alvin Artis smiled obscenely at her, hissing, "You like it, 
Miss Davis? You like being fucked in the ass, fucked by three of us while 
your pal Tom watches?" 

That made it a thousand times worse, to know that every action of hers was 
being viewed not only by those perpetrating the vile rape, but also by the 
young man she had hoped would help her, Tom Martindale. Now she knew that 
she had no hope for escape, either from the roughneck football players or 
from her own lascivious passions. 

Sue groaned out her pain-filled humiliation to the lewd ravishment, her toes 
curling down against the soles of her feet as she was bucked up and down and 
forced to fuck and suck like a servile slave of love. 

"M-mm-mm," she heard Floyd moan, as his cock grew longer and thicker in her 
mouth. 

She knelt there, moaning and sobbing from the agony and shame, impaled by a 
trio of virile young cocks like an insect in a glass showcase in a museum or 
something. And Tom was the spectator to her shame. 

There was also a weird rippling of thrilling sensation that crept through 
her devastated body. Any one of the three studs would have been enough to 
set her wild with desire, and the fact of that was horrible enough to admit. 
But here and now she was groveling on the dusty floor of her own book shop, 
with all three of them, all three delicious and athletic young studs. 

It was too much for her mind to comprehend. How could she be doing this? 

The three teenaged athletes lost no time in coordinating their savage attack 
on the subserviently kneeling woman, joining together in a smoothly grinding 
tempo. Alvin Artis began to fuck furiously into her hotly moist pussy from 
below, as Floyd thrust harder with long, fast strokes into the warmly wet 
depths of her sucking mouth. It took but a moment for them to fall into the 
same rhythm as Leon fucking into her rectum from behind, and they buffeted 
her insanely between them like a rag doll on a string. 

At first the only thing the naked Sue could manage was to utter long 
continual whines as they crushed into her defenseless body with harder and 
faster force. But slowly, inexorably, her cock-filled belly began to respond 
involuntarily to the outrageous debasement. Unconsciously at first, the 
brutal pain began to recede, gradually giving way to an electric tingling 
which seeped relentlessly through her ragged nerve endings. 

Slowly her whimpers of agony changed to low groans of passionate pleasings 
to be hurt, to be torn apart, to be defiled by the guy on the floor, and the 
one in front of her, and the cruel stud kneeling behind. They were filling 
her mouth, her cunt, her raw pink rectum with their merciless young cocks, 
and she wanted to be filled by them as punishment for being the degenerate 
slut she knew she was. 

"O-h-h-h-h, yes. Yes. Fuck me, you bastards," she crooned around the cock 
ramming between her teeth. "O-h-h-h-h. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

She wanted desperately to wallow in fresh young come again. She wanted to 
milk these youthful cocks dry and flood her belly till their virile white 
sperm ran down her thighs and dribbled lewdly from her lips. She wanted to 
climax with teenaged semen surging in her receiving stomach and her cunt and 
her rectum. She wanted it to flow from every pore of her naked subjugated 
flesh in unending torrents of sheer lascivious pleasure. 

A few seconds later, her weirdly wishful fantasy came to life. 

At the same time with the rising tide of her own explosive orgasm, the 
bookstore owner felt the young cock fucking into her from the floor inflate 
even more. It became even thicker and longer than it had been! Suddenly it 
began to pour out its white seething load. The hot come shot deep inside her 
hungrily clasping cunt. 

Alvin's come ricocheted wildly around inside, and then gushed from the 
hair-covered lips of her inundated cunt to rivulet down her trembling inner 
thighs. She tried to screw her buttocks downwards to suck up more of the 
flooding come. Leon began humping into her like a maniac, his sperm-bloated 
balls pressing tightly against her wide-stretched cuntal slit, pushing Sue 
forward till she buried Floyd's virile young dick all the way in her madly 
sucking mouth. 

"I'm going to come," Floyd groaned above her head. "O-h-h-h-h, I'm going to 
come." 

He jerked his cock suddenly from the woman's sucking lips, holding the 
thickly wet young shaft about two inches away, and with an expiring groan, 
let it begin spewing its pent-up semen directly at her face. Sue opened her 
mouth wide, and the thin, jetting spurts rapidly filled her mouth to the 
brim. 

She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the delicious 
fresh sperm as her throat gulped rapidly in an effort to keep up with the 
wildly ejaculating cock. At last Floyd's cock throbbed out its last 
remaining spurts of come, and thin strings of the sticky fluid ran from the 
tip of his dick to her glistening wet lips like lewd webs from the body of 
some lewd spider. 

Sue desperately strained to take the deflating dick between her lips and 
lick it clean, but then Leon cried out from behind, savagely screwing into 
her forever-stretched anus with all of his teenage strength. His hardened 
young shaft erupted with a surge of semen deep into her hotly constricting 
rectum. 

Sue was forced by her own desire to grind her thighs upwards tightly against 
the naked boy's pelvis, but her very eagerness only incited him more. The 
nibbling clasp of her anal muscle squeezed his thick stump of young cock, 
hungrily milking all his molten load spewing deep inside her body. 

Her round, uplifted hips trembled as she felt the tidal waves of young come 
searing heatedly through every inch of her flesh. It was then that her own 
exploding orgasm hit her like a giant mailed fist in the pit of her stomach. 
The hot walls of her rectum throbbingly gripped Leon's emptying cock till 
the last geysering drop had been drawn from it. 

She licked her lips, wiping her tongue around her mouth and nose to catch 
the remaining splatters of Floyd's come as her own climactic fluids flowing 
profusely into her sperm-filled pool of a quivering cunt. Her secretions 
grew creamy with a mixture of adolescent softening dick to the bare floor 
below them. It splashed on the hard wood. 

The depraved bookstore owner felt drained of everything. All around her the 
young stud's were coming, and she was coming too. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned aloud. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm 
co-o-o-o-o-ming!" 

She heard grunts and groans and sighs and moans all around her, as Leon and 
Floyd and Alvin came, and then she saw through bleary eyes that Tom was 
coming too. Watching her, he'd taken out his cock and was beating it madly 
with a white-knuckled fist. He was shooting his jism all over the wooden 
floor. 

After a time, Sue's limbs collapsed loosely, and she sunk her head sideways 
to young Alvin Artis's leanly muscular young chest. Leon's rapidly deflating 
cock slipped from her mauled anal opening with a sucking noise that echoed 
lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. 

When the youth released his hands from her hips, she slithered limply 
forward to lay spread-eagled, a cool rush of air flowed over her 
sweat-soaked form. She barely heard young Tom tearfully cry out as she faded 
into peaceful semi-consciousness. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Notice: The original pocketbook contained a "Chapter Eleven" heading, but 
there was no following text for that chapter. The next page was labeled 
"Epilogue" and there was text for that section. There was no break in the 
page numbering to indicate several pages had been removed. 

 EPILOGUE 

Sue Davis did not remain in the midwestern college town long after the orgy 
in the bookstore. She packed the few things she had and made a quick sale of 
the stock in her store. Then she departed quietly on a morning when most of 
the students were in the stadium watching an important football game. 

She headed for New England, where she had often dreamed of living, and 
settled in a small rural town where they lacked a bookstore. Using her 
knowledge of the trade, she quickly opened a shop that sold books to 
residents of several different towns around the one where she lived. 

Her social life was non-existent at first, but then she began to get offers 
of dates. She was reticent at first, but then agreed to go out with a young 
lawyer who was a regular customer of her shop. He was a lonely man, for 
there were few people in that neck of the woods who shared his bookish 
pursuits. 

Inevitably, he attempted to make love to the lovely blonde bookstore owner. 
She rebuffed him, but he was gentlemanly and they dated again. In time, she 
broke down and told him the whole story of her shameful involvement in the 
midwest. 

He was sympathetic. 

And from that moment of confession, came the beginnings of her first 
experience with mature love. She had sex with the bright young man, and she 
found it a very different experience from the horrors at the hands of the 
brutal young athletes. Then she could no longer understand her strange needs 
of the past. Why had she gotten hung up on those roughneck freshman 
athletes? There was so much more to be gained in a mature love affair. In 
time, she forgot all about her harrowing past experiences, and one day she 
agreed to marry her young lawyer. 


THE END
