The Forceful Seduction
by Pia Johnston
(LLP-840)


Chapter One 

Glen Parsons was rapidly reaching the point of intolerable frustration. 

The tall, gangly young man with the thick black-framed glasses worked as an 
orderly in the Department of Gynecology at the Medical Center of Tate 
University in the heart of Tampa, Florida. 

His life had been a series of frustrations up to this juncture. At 
twenty-five he had very little other than failures and disappointments to 
look back on when he rehashed the past. 

A few years earlier he had been a student at this same Tate University. 
Since it boasted one of the top medical schools in all of the South, he was 
hopeful of achieving distinction and becoming a doctor, something that the 
various members of his family encouraged him to do. His uncle Charlie, very 
much of a hero of his, was a successful physician in Gainsviile, and so he 
was hoping that he could follow in his uncle's footsteps by becoming a 
doctor. 

But Glen Parsons's dream was shattered. Not only did he not make it to 
medical schooL The confused, embittered young student dropped out midway in 
his sophomore year at Tate. It was a combination of inner-directed pressure 
and loneliness that caused him to completely disintegrate in the classroom 
to the point where he flunked out. The inner-directed pressure was generated 
by his desire to succeed, an unswerving direction that knew no restraints. 
Instead of maintaining a practical working schedule, he would overstrive, 
studying until he virtually dropped in the wee hours of the morning with the 
lights burning in his room. Due to his overly aggressive studying patterns, 
he performed poorly on examinations. Rather than going into the classroom 
relaxed and in full command of the facts, he would instead stagger 
half-asleep into class and, in addition, when the test would begin he would 
freeze up. He blamed himself no end for being, in the parlance of a sports 
term, a "choke-up." 

In the lonely nights that he now spent away from the Medical Center, in his 
tiny, one-bedroom apartment, he would think about how many times he had 
failed tests even though he had been in good command of the facts. Once that 
he began to write on the paper he would break out in a profuse sweat. 
Answers that would register clearly in his brain at any other point in time 
would elude him in the most frustrating way whenever it was time to perform 
in the classroom. 

As for the loneliness that plagued him when he was an undergraduate at Tate, 
and continued to plague him at this later stage of his life, much of it was 
generated by the fact that he was all thumbs when it came to the opposite 
sex. Despite his burning desire to involve himself with a young woman in a 
meaningful relationship, he had a tendency to freeze whenever such an 
opportunity would arise. On some occasions he would come on much too strong 
and prematurely with young women at Tate. He would break out in a sweat in 
the same manner that he did when he was being tested in the classroom. His 
hands would tremble and he would tell the girl point blank just how much she 
meant to him. 

He recalled one episode in his freshman year. There was a girl who was 
sitting next to him in an anthropology class to whom he was highly 
attracted, exquisite figure. On one occasion after class he worked up enough 
nerve to ask her out for a date. 

"Lorna, are you doing anything tonight?" he began timidly. 

"I'm studying for a test that's coming up in a history class on Friday." 

"It really would mean something to me if you would go out with me." 

"I'm kind of tired, Glen. No thank you." 

At that point Glen Parsons became unglued. His hands trembled and he burst 
into tears of frustration. 

"But you can't, you can't say no," he shrieked. "You mean so much to me. In 
ways that you couldn't even begin to realize. Please, you can't torture me 
like this. Oh, please, please go out with me." 

By then a group of curiosity seekers had gathered in the hallway, where Glen 
Parsons was immersed in his tirade. Glen could hear several young men 
chuckling off to the side, whereas several girl friends of the 
strawberry-haired beauty were standing just within a few feet of her. They 
kept exchanging strange glances at each other, after which they would then 
look at Glen Parsons with great pity. 

"Let's go," the girl said to her friends. "It's pitiful the way this guy has 
come unglued." 

Glen could hear the sounds of laughter on all sides. He shoved his head down 
toward the ground, never looking up, afraid to stare into the faces of 
people who were deriving great humor at his expense. 

He never talked to that girl again. Glen even made it a point to change 
seating in that class so that the occasion would not be relived. For one 
thing, he recognized, even if he had not changed seats, she more than likely 
would have moved away from him. " 

By the time that he entered his sophomore year, Glen had had enough 
frustrating situations with women so that he decided to adopt a different 
tactic. He had come on so strong and demonstrated his frustration to such an 
extent that he had scared girl upon girl off. But now another opportunity 
surfaced. A brown-haired young woman by the name of Claire had a reputation 
of identifying with some of the losers at Tate. By that time Glen would 
definitely have to be considered in that category. So when Glen 
propositioned her on the subject of going out she was willing to accept. 

This time Glen was determined not to ruin things by coming on too strong. No 
longer would he be all thumbs when it came to dealing with the opposite sex. 
He was determined to do something about his situation. 

On this occasion, however, the lovely, brown-haired Claire was beginning to 
feel a little awkward over the fact that he had not pursued her more avidly 
or actively. It had taken practically all the nerve that he could muster 
just to deliver a few timid pecks to her cheek after saying good-night. 

After they had taken in a movie one evening at a theater not far from the 
campus, they were sitting on the sofa in Claire's living room when she 
looked at him and said poutingly: 

"Aren't you attracted to me, Glen?" 

Glen Parsons gulped hard. 

"How can you even ask a question like that?" 

"It should be pretty obvious," she shrugged. ''Here we've been going out all 
these times and you haven't done anything more than give me a few little 
sisterly pecks on the cheek. Heck, they've been so timid that they're even 
mild by sisterly-kiss standards." 

"Just didn't want to turn you off, that's all," he shrugged. 

She smiled compassionately, running her fingers through his hair. 

"Oh, Glen, I'm not trying to bug you," she smiled. "I'm just wondering if 
I'm losing my touch or something. I mean, most of the guys who take me out 
are all over me. They're very much attracted." 

"Oh, no, no, you've got it all wrong," he shook his head emphatically. "No, 
I'm very attracted to you." 

"Then why haven't you tried to kiss me?" 

"But I have," he gulped. 

"No, I mean really kiss me," she said. 

"I've been. Well, like I said, I don't want to turn you off." 

"What would you say if I told you you could kiss me right now," her soft 
brown eyes stared at him intensely. 

"I'd say that would be great," he gulped. 

"Then go ahead, Glen darling. Kiss me." 

Glen broke into an intense sweat. His arms trembled once more, but he told 
himself to remain calm, to not Jet his emotions get the better of him. It 
was imperative for him to keep his cool; to take advantage of an opportunity 
once that it surfaced. Here he had wondered for so long what it would be 
like to have a meaningful relationship with a woman, and here was the one 
young woman on campus who had been compassionate and understanding enough 
concerning his drawbacks to accept him as he was. He knew that he, 
therefore, could not run the risk of destroying such an opportunity. 

He leaned forward, his lips dry and quivering as he pushed them toward hers. 
She met his forward thrust with a volcanic explosion of her own. As she 
pushed her lips back against his, she reached out and ran her fingers 
through his hair, eventually letting them clutch tightly against the warmth 
of his scalp. 

After a long, sturdy lip kiss had been completed, the lovely, horny young 
woman reached out and threw her arms tightly around Glen's waist. Claire's 
hands clamped securely around Glen as she pushed her sturdy, warmly 
pistoning, red tongue forward, letting it grind and twist as it moved its 
way with sweeping impact inside of Glen's mouth. 

Glen's head spun ecstatically. He could hardly believe what was happening to 
him. His fantasies were now becoming reality. He had thought so many times 
about how wonderful it would be to be in the same situation as so many of 
the male students that he saw on-campus. He couldn't help but envy them when 
he would see them walking along the campus holding hands with an attractive 
young woman. Now he was there himself. He would have an opportunity to find 
out exactly what it was like. He returned her tongue fire with quick, 
spirited thrusts of his own, and soon, before either one of them was 
completely aware of it, they were inside the darkness of her small but 
serviceable bedroom. 

They lay there on the bed, listening to the heavy, gasping sounds of each 
other's breath as they finished removing their clothes. As Glen slid his 
shorts down his legs and off of him, he noticed that his entire body was 
already drenched with sweat. Then there was also the problem of his hands 
and feet, which trembled with great urgency. He couldn't allow himself to be 
frightened. He couldn't chicken out of a situation like this. Oh, no, he had 
to keep his cool, he kept telling himself. 

Glen observed the strange expression on the face of the compassionate young 
Claire. 

"Easy, honey, easy," she said. "Relax. We're gonna make love, not go to war. 
It's not the end of the world. This is something beautiful, not something 
revolting." 

"You're right, you're right," he heard his trembling voice respond. 

Even though she was doing her utmost to try and calm him down, the highly 
frustrated Glen Parsons would scarcely be placated. Not only was his whole 
body trembling and drenched with sweat. He also was in the unenviable 
position of not being able to get his cock hard in spite of the fact that he 
wanted in the worst way to drive his hard, forceful penis deep inside the 
enticing womb of the naked, lovely, brown-haired girl who was lying 
stretched out on her back in front of him. 

He listened to the smooth, rhapsodic sounds of her breath as she lay there 
with her firm, trim thighs lasciviously extended. He observed the matted 
curls of her brown pubic vee and the enticing pink vagina resting beneath 
them. As time elapsed he noticed the manner in which her pubic curls were 
becoming ever wetter as her unbridled sexual emotion precipitated such 
seepage. 

Glen watched as she reached down with her right hand, letting her fingers 
slide soothingly inside the wet warmth of her pussy. Her body began to 
tremble, but in a completely different manner than Glen's. Whereas he was 
almost literally scared to death over what was happening, her hips were 
ripely undulating in a sea of seething sexual ecstasy. 

"OOOHHH, I WANT YOU," she gulped. "COME ON, DARLING, OOOHHH, PLUNGE YOUR 
COCK INTO ME. RELAX, JUST RELAX, YOU CAN DO IT." 

With great frustration he looked down at his limp penis, which looked very 
much like a wash rag. He felt a tremendous sense of humiliation over the 
fact that his cock had not immediately come up under the stimulus of 
passionate French kissing and the salacious exhibition that the beautiful 
brown-haired Claire was putting on at the moment, with her legs extended, 
her hips gliding rhap-sodically as she manipulated her fingers into the 
moist portals of her wet womb. 

Now she stood on the verge of climax. Her cheeks reddened and her eyes 
rolled as she lay there, hips undulating with great urgency. They twisted 
and glided as her fingers pushed and slid into the quivering depths of her 
seethingly moist, steadily palpitating, pink pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE," she grunted. "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M OFF, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOAAAHHH, OOOHHH, SO VERY 
GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I'M JUICING. OOOHHH, DARLING, WATCH ME, WATCH ME, 
WATCH ME." 

He gulped hard, staring at her searing hips and ripely undulating ass 
cheeks, listening to the scraping sounds of her firm, fleshy buttocks as 
they pushed securely against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her. It was 
a momentous occasion for her, a beautiful occasion, and it was one that he 
should have been sharing. But yet, in spite of the fact that she had pushed 
herself into a sea of burning, tempestuous sexual emotion, he still was 
unable to summon himself to the heights. His penis remained flaccid and that 
embarrassed him no end. 

Claire remained optimistic, even after withdrawing her fingers from her 
pussy. She had exploded and it made her feel so good, so very good, to know 
that she was with a man that she liked. At first she had pitied Glen, and 
that had been responsible for her deciding to date him. As the relationship 
evolved, however, the pity diminished and, instead, she found herself 
admiring his quiet and shy ways. She had heard so many of her girl friends 
describe him as an oddball, relating how many times he had gone into 
tantrums over being turned down by girls, but she was finding him to be 
completely different. She reasoned that it was just an inner desperation 
that had driven him to such heights, and that, down deep, he was a very 
quiet and shy young man. 

Therefore she told herself that it would be possible to get him up to a full 
state of erection. She reached out with her fingers and let them glide over 
the tip of his rubbery penis. Back and forth she therapeutically ground her 
fingers, seeking to massage his cock into a state of erect magnificence. She 
wanted to observe his towering, mammoth cock, to feel its blue-veined 
stiffness as it pounded pulsatingly into the web of her hair-fringed 
fissure. 

She was determined to see to it that their sexual encounter was eminently 
successful. 

"It's gonna be all right, honey," she consoled him smilingly. "Yes, it's 
gonna be just fine." 

His body still quivered as he watched her continue to manipulate her fingers 
smoothly against his penis. When she failed to bring his cock up, she 
reached down and let her fingers grind and dig against his scrotum. 

"I'll get you up," she smiled optimistically. "Oh, yes, I'm gonna play with 
your nuts, darling. I'm7gonna play with your nuts and play with your prick. 
I'm gonna see to it that you get good and hard. That you get nice and hard 
for your lover. Then you're gonna fuck me. You're gonna stick your long, 
strong prick deep inside my pussy. Isn't that right?" 

"You're damned right," he declared emphatically, shouting loudly, hoping 
that he could jolt himself to a level of successful performance. 

She tried diligently for the next few minutes to bring up his cock, but all 
of her efforts proved to no avail. Her fingers would massage vigorously 
against the warmth of his testicles for quite some time, following which 
they would then grind against the length of his still flaccid, 
non-responsive organ. 

After much frustration on the part of both of them, the brown-haired beauty 
released her fingers from his cock. She watched as Glen buried his head in 
his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Claire, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating. 

"It's all right, honey. I guess you were just a little tired tonight," she 
said. 

Even though she remained compassionate, and was not about to lash out a man 
that she pitied, Claire's tone of voice gave her away. She was speaking 
totally without enthusiasm. It was obvious to Glen that their relationship 
was over, even though Claire was tactful and sweet enough not to tell him so 
bluntly. Down deep she was convinced that, for whatever reason, Glen just 
couldn't get excited by her. Her initial feeling, which she had expressed to 
him, that of her apprehension that he was just not attracted to her, was 
apparently correct. 

Glen knew otherwise. He was not about to argue with her again, to declare 
emphatically that he was attracted to her, but that he had tightened up, in 
the same manner that he was doing in the classroom. No, he couldn't tell her 
that. That would just extend the humiliation that much further. Besides, he 
realized, there was a strong likelihood that she would not even believe such 
a story, even though he would know it to be true. 

So Glen did the only thing that he could. After crying and sobbing for 
several long minutes, he slowly put on his clothes, then wandered in a 
zombie-like state out of the-beautiful young woman's apartment. 

"Thank you, Clare, and I'm sorry," were his last words. 

"I'll be seeing you, Glen," she replied, even though her tone of voice 
clearly indicated that she did not intend to see him. 

 Chapter Two 

Sometimes when he would have nothing else to do at the hospital, and he 
would be sitting in a chair looking out the window, those thoughts would 
come back to him, particularly the haunting experience with Claire. 

He recalled that, shortly after that traumatic experience in her bedroom, 
she had begun going with a medical student. He had heard that they had 
married a few months earlier. He was serving an internship at a hospital in 
Georgia. He kept thinking about how, if things had been just a little 
different, maybe she would have married him and he would be interning at 
this point in time, rather than working in the position of an orderly at the 
Medical Center. 

What was enhancing his frustration, however, along with the missed 
opportunities that had transpired earlier in his life, was the number of 
lovely young coeds from Tate University who were constantly coming to him to 
obtain birth control pills. 

Some of the young women would merely smile upon requesting the pills while 
others, of a shier nature, would blush and let their eyes dart nervously 
from side to side. 

Since Glen Parsons had little more to do other than look at television and 
stare at the drab four walls of his living room of the apartment where he 
lived just a few blocks away from the Tate University campus, his acute 
frustration was manifested more strongly than ever every time that he 
thought about these beautiful young females. He thought about the lucky 
young men who would have the opportunity to engage in wild and unrestrained 
sex with them without any fears or compunctions concerning pregnancy. 

One evening as he was feeling particularly frustrated and depressed, a 
familiar young figure strolled into the room. 

He got up from his chair and stood behind the counter to wait on her. It was 
none other than the' lovely, honey-haired Nancy Lewis, without a doubtf one 
of the most popular girls on the Tate University campus. He heard some of 
the male students at the Medical Center talking about her, and she had a 
reputation for liberality in the sexual realm as long as she happened to 
like a particular man. He did not even have to hear such second-hand 
reports, however, in that the beautiful young woman was more than willing to 
tell him about her various experiences. 

This particular evening she was clad in a white sweater and cream-colored 
skirt. What he noticed more than anything, however, was not what she was 
wearing, but what she wasn't. He could see from the manner in which her 
nipples were prodding and pushing against the warmth of her sweater that she 
was wearing no brassiere beneath it. As for the manner in which her ripe, 
sensuously flowing ass cheeks hugged against her skirt, he was also stoutly 
convinced that she was not wearing any panties either. 

Just staring at this luscious man-trap with the ripe, sensuous, red lips, 
the honey-colored hair which fell to her shoulders, and the bright blue 
eyes, was enough to send him into a tizzy. His heart beat rapidly and that 
familiar sweat that seemed to constantly break out on his face whenever he 
was encountered with a tense situation was once again there. 

"Good evening, Nancy," he said, doing his best to sound calm. 

"Hello there, Glen darling," she winked. 

Even though she would talk to him in a friendly manner, it was obvious to 
Glen that she would not let him get to first base with her. Several times he 
had dropped subtle hints about taking her out, and on each occasion she had 
tactfully but decisively put him down, letting him know that such an 
occurrence would never take place. 

So Glen was reduced to the worst of circumstances. Here he was, the 
dispensing agent of birth control pills for this beautiful young blonde, and 
he knew there was no opportunity for him whatsoever to satisfy the lusty 
sexual urges that he felt deep within the well of his inner being. Just how 
much frustration could a man take? he asked himself. It was a form of cruel 
and unusual punishment, he felt, to be in this position, to be the man to 
dispense birth control pills to the lovely young coeds from Tate University. 

"Well, I guess you know why I'm here," she giggled, licking her lips. "The 
usual, Glen." 

"Yes, just a second." 

She watched as he turned and walked toward a nearby counter. He removed a 
container of pills, which he carried over to her. He placed them in her 
right hand. 

"Thank you," she smiled. "Let me tell you something. I'm preparing for an 
invasion." 

"An invasion?" 

"That's absolutely right," Nancy Lewis laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I'm 
running up against Davey Sampson." 

"Oh, the varsity football star?" 

"Right on," she chuckled, her eyes dancing. "Yes, he'll be visiting me 
tonight at my dorm. As usual, whenever something-like this happens,^ 
strongly suggest that my roommate Harriet go out for the night. So she's got 
herself a date and I've got the room to myself. Oh, boy, that guy turns a 
girl every way but loose." 

Just hearing Nancy Lewis recount details of another man's sexual 
propensities, coupled with the breathy manner in which she was revealing the 
details and the twinkly merriment that her dancing eyes displayed, prompted 
Glen Parsons to feel waves of quivering need throughout his entire body. He 
could feel his penis hardening instinctively in his shorts as he listened to 
her continue to reveal facts concerning the upcoming visit from Davey 
Sampson. 

"That's why I'm so appropriately dressed," she laughed mischievously. "Davey 
prefers very little to be left to the imagination. As little as possible. 
He'll take care of the rest. By that, darling, I mean he'll strip me nice 
and clean." 

His body twitched and began to shift uncomfortably as he continued to listen 
to her talk about Davey Sampson and his legendary sexual prowess. 

"You really like the guy, huh?" Glen asked. 

"That's right. How can you fail to appreciate a man like that? He's so 
virile. He just clamps me in those strong, secure arms of his, and then he 
goes to work. Pumps like crazy. And, darling, if I do say so myself, I've 
got about the tightest-clasping pussy at Tate University. At least so I've 
been told so many times that I've got to believe it." 

"You're quite a girl." 

"I guess a lot of the coeds are jealous of me," she giggled. "They're 
jealous because of my looks, my figure, and the way that I can turn on men. 
You know, an awful lot of them think that I'm crude and cheap for talking 
like this. I don't think so, do you?" 

"Of course not." 

"I mean, why is it crude and cheap just to talk about something as much a 
part of life as sex? I mean, should sex really be considered dirty?" 

"No, I don't think so." 

"You bet your ass it shouldn't," she smiled, delighted by the fact that Glen 
Parsons was agreeing with her. "And my dear friend Davey Sampson doesn't 
think so either. I date quite a few of the jocks because these guys keep in 
such fantastic shape. I mean, they're running, lifting weights, eating the 
right kinds of protein foods so that they've got good sperm count. They're 
aggressive, strong, and very manly. Oh, yes, do I ever love having Davey 
smother me. The way he pounds that hard, driving cock deep inside my pussy. 
Oooohhh, I hope I'm not boring you with all this conversation." 

"Of course not. It's a slow night anyway. I enjoy talking to you." 

"You're such a dear, Glen. So understanding. You know, what with the women's 
rights movement coming into such great prevalence these days, I think that a 
woman ought to be able to talk straight up front about sex in the same 
candid way that men have for years. That's what I keep telling these girls, 
a lot of them just throwing sour grapes at me to begin with, who think that 
it's cheap for me to talk the way that I do." 

"Give it to them, honey. You're a beautiful girl and you're just having fun 
with your body. I don't see anything wrong with that," Glen said. 

Once again she smiled delightedly. 

"Thank you. Well, it's been interesting talking to you, but I guess I'd 
better get going. I've got to get ready for my he-man. My caveman. The guy 
who's gonna take me in his arms and reduce me to melted butter. I guess in 
that sense I'm not very much in the swing of the women's rights movement. I 
do like to be dominated by cavemen. Oh, well, so much for that. Thank you, 
Glen honey, and it's been nice talking to you." 

Glen's penis smoldered with intense desire as he stared at the ripe, firm 
body of the beautiful Nancy Lewis. He kept staring at her firmly jutting 
breasts and the way that her crinkly nipples pushed against the outline of 
her white sweater. He could not let the opportunity pass. Now that she had 
him steamed up to such an extent, he at least had to discuss the possibility 
of taking her out. 

"Nancy," he called out to her just as she was about to vanish out the door. 

The glamorous young blonde turned on her heels and stared at him curiously. 

"Yes," she said. 

"Well, Nancy, I, uh . . . I mean, I was just wondering." 

"Spit it out, Glen, you're talking to a friend," she chided him laughingly. 

"Well, Nancy, I was just about to say," he continued hesitantly. "I'm off . 
. . I'm off tomorrow. I was just wondering if ... I mean, if you're not 
doing anything. I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to go see a movie 
with me. There's a delightful French comedy that's playing downtown. I'd . . 
. I'd really like to take you to see it ... I mean, if you're not tied up, 
if you're not too busy." 

She looked at him for several moments before answering. All the while the 
nervous, frustrated Glen Parsons's heart beat with palpitating steadiness. 

"I'm afraid not, Glen darling," she laughed. "Like I said, I like to be up 
front with my comments. Do you mind?" 

"Of course not." 

"I told you earlier I like to date jocks. Different type than you. You're a 
nice guy and all that but I just can't see myself going out with you. You 
can find somebody if you look hard enough, honey, I'm just not the girl. 
And, if there's no action available on a given evening, there's always the 
old hands. Beating the old meat. All the guys do it anyway, right?" 

"I guess so," he replied despondently. 

Nancy softened as she observed the crushed expression on Glen Parsons's 
face. 

"Sorry, honey, didn't mean to be crude," she said. "Hope you understand." 

"Oh, sure, I understand." 

"Hope this isn't gonna affect our friendship. I really do like talking to 
you, Glen. Honestly I do." 

"Naw, it isn't gonna affect a thing," he shook his head. "Just an idea I 
had." 

"I wasn't trying to insult you. I want you to know that. Maybe I was a 
little too crude." 

"No, that's all right. You are very candid, just like you said." 

She waved, turned on her heels and left the room. 

"The bitch," he muttered under his breath. 

The rest of his shift proved to be exceedingly boring. Several people came 
in and picked up prescriptions, but in the main he had nothing to do other 
than just stare out the window and read a book that was maintaining only 
sporadic interest for him. He soon put the book down, however, tossing it 
aside angrily. He just couldn't get Nancy Lewis out of his mind, 
particularly the offhanded manner in which she had completely rejected him, 
telling him bluntly that he just wasn't the kind of man that she preferred. 

He had observed her through the window as she walked across the parkway 
leading to the women's dorms. A few minutes later he observed the large, 
hulking figure of Davey Sampson as he entered the dorm. 

Glen couldn't help but envy somebody like Davey Sampson, an aggressive, 
popular football player who could get action from a beautiful young woman 
like Nancy Lewis, somebody so sexually ravishing that he would have given 
his right arm just for one night with her. 

The following day, one in which he was off, Glen Parsons found himself 
crouching in the darkness near the dorm where the beautiful Nancy Lewis 
lived. He observed her silhouetted figure through the drawn shades of her 
room as she would walk back and forth. Every time that he saw her ripely 
seductive hips wiggling as she walked and the firmness of her resolute ass 
cheeks, his penis would harden that much more in his trousers. He would also 
hear those same terrible words, which reverberated time and again in his 
brain, the words in which she had completely rejected him. 

The next day, after getting off from work, Glen did something strange. He 
got into his green 

Toyota and drove to a shopping center not far from the campus. He walked 
into a novelty store, where he purchased a black stocking mask and a phony 
black handgun, which looked for all intents and purposes like the real 
thing. 

"Going to a costume party?" the gray-haired salesman smiled. 

"Oh, yeah," Glen nodded. 

"You can scare the bejeebers out of people with that gun and the mask," the 
man chuckled. 

"I guess I can." 

"That's what this store's all about," the man smiled pridefully. "I like to 
see people having a good time. I was a practical joker myself when I was in 
school. I get a kick out of seeing all these college kids come in and buy 
all these crazy getups that they take to these parties. Then they come back 
afterwards and tell me about how much fun they had fooling their friends. 
Just kind of go easy, son, though. Don't want to get somebody all* shook 
up." 

"Oh, no, it's all gonna be in fun," he assured the man. 

"That's good. That's very good." 

The man rung up the sale, after which he smiled and said: "Have fun, son." 

"I will," Glen answered softly as he walked away. 

Glen could hardly believe the game plan that was germinating in his mind. He 
continued to feel a seething brand of hatred for the brash, alluring 
man-trap Nancy Lewis. How dare she reject him in such an off-handed manner? 
He kept comparing himself to Davey Sampson. Perhaps he was just an obscure 
orderly at the Tate University Medical Center, and maybe Davey Sampson was a 
big man on-campus and a strong possibility for ail-American football honors. 
All the same he could conduct himself every bit as convincingly as Davey if 
he just had the opportunity, if only this beautiful woman would give him the 
chance to show just what he could do in bed. 

He was therefore contemplating a bold course of action. One way or another 
he would have her. He would wait until the beautiful blonde was alone in her 
room, and then he would make his move, bursting in through threats and 
intimidations, and then, finally, there would be the moment of reckoning. He 
would do the very things that he had only dreamed of in the past. He would 
dominate this sultry, combustible mass of female sensuality until she was 
begging for more. 

On those occasions when he did not feel quite so bold, thoughts would shift 
back in his mind to that terrible occasion with Claire, along with other 
frustrating incidents involving members of the opposite sex. Glen told 
himself that he just had to turn the corner, that he had to prove his sexual 
prowess to himself. He recalled how easily it was for him to get steamed up 
listening to the lovely Nancy discuss sex with other men. Perhaps that was a 
good sign, he told himself. Just maybe he would be able to turn the corner 
and achieve a meaningful relationship with somebody if he could Just shake 
himself loose from these terrible feelings of inadequacy that were 
constantly flooding through him. 

He waited in the darkened shadows outside the dorm, behind a large tree so 
that he would be seen " by no one. 

Eventually, on the third evening he observed the beautiful blonde's roommate 
Harriet leave on the arm of a Tate student. His heart began to pound as he 
anticipated that the moment was at hand. He reached inside his coat pocket 
and recognized that his trusty fake handgun was there, as was the black 
stocking mask that he needed to plant over his face. 

He broke into a sweat and his hands and legs began to tremble. Glen thought 
about that terrible evening in Claire's bedroom, which had changed for the 
worst the entire course of his life. Then he told himself that there was 
really nothing to worry about. All he had to do was go up to her room and, 
if he decided not to follow through, just to run away. That way nobody would 
even be aware of * his failure, not even Nancy Lewis herself. 

Glen walked up the stairs leading to the room on the second floor that Nancy 
Lewis occupied with her roommate Harriet. He looked around several times, 
observing that the doors were all completely closed and that the occupants 
of the dorm were either busy studying or had gone out. Finally, just about 
the time that he expected himself to be weakening, a surge of quiet 
resolution and strength overtook him. No longer did he feel those waves of 
inferiority, and no longer was the sweat running profusely down his 
forehead. Instead his penis was reverberating inside his shorts as he 
anticipated some sexual contact with the beautiful Nancy Lewis. He reached 
into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the black stocking mask, which 
he placed over his head. He then pulled out the fake handgun as well, after 
which he knocked boldly on the door, making certain that his knuckles rapped 
solidly on it, enough to convince himself that he was fully taking command. 
Since he was knocking a little louder than what Nancy was accustomed to 
hearing, her voice called out impatiently. 

"Just a second, just a second, whoever you are," she said. "Hold off, I'll 
be right there." 

He listened to the sound of footsteps inside the room. Seconds later the 
door opened and the beautiful Nancy Lewis was standing with open-eyed 
amazement, wearing a canary yellow robe and pair of white slippers. 

"What the hell is this?" she murmured, her lips trembling. 

"I'm coming in," he said. 

When he spoke, it was in a booming, thunderous tone. To Glen Parsons he was 
every bit as macho, every bit as tough and dynamic as Davey Sampson. He was 
out to prove to this beautiful young woman that he was more than capable of 
dominating her, even though she would not know his actual identity. 

"Don't shoot, don't shoot," she said, backing off as he entered the room. 

He observed how her apple-cheek glow had immediately vanished. Her face 
turned chalk white and her lips continued to tremble as she stood there 
staring at the intruder with the handgun and the stocking mask, who had 
forced his way into her room. 

Glen Parsons bolted the door shut, locking it. 

"What are you gonna do to me?" she asked. 

"Look, I mean, I don't have a lot of money, but my purse is right over there 
on the table. Take all you want. Go ahead, I mean, take it all. Like I said, 
I'm sorry, but there's not a lot of money there. Everything that is there 
you can take. I'm not arguing. Certainly not when you've got that gun there. 
I was always taught not to be foolish." 

"Good girl," he laughed with ghoulish delight. "I'm not interested in your 
money. I'm interested in you." 

"What do you mean? You're gonna kidnap me? My folks hardly have any money at 
all. Honestly. They're not rich. You couldn't get that much money out of 
kidnapping me." 

"That isn't what I mean," he laughed loudly. "I'm interested in your body. 
What a beautiful body you've got. Have you got anything on underneath that 
robe?" 

"No, I just stepped out of the shower," she replied fearfully. 

"Let's see all you've got." 

He pointed the gun menacingly toward her. She flinched, and he watched as 
her quivering hands reached down and undid the sash of her robe. It made him 
feel good inside to know that somebody else was doing the trembling. He was 
in the past accustomed to trembling in front of young women, but it was the 
sexy, beautiful young female in his midst who was trembling at this moment 
in time. 

"That's it, take that robe off," he said excitedly. "I want to see you 
naked, completely naked." 

"Oh, sure, sure," her voice trembled with exciter ment. "Take it easy now. 
Just don't do anything foolish. Just don't use that gun. I'll let you have a 
look. If it's a look you want, you'll get it." 

"Good girl," he replied in the same booming tone. "That's what I like. 
Somebody who's smart enough to know the score." 

"Oh, sure, I wasn't born dumb. Believe me I wasn't. Yeah, I'll let you have 
a good look." 

He watched as she undid the sash, then pulled off her robe, exposing the 
shapely contours of her rich creamy, lustrous naked body. His eyes fastened 
with great delight on the firmness of her rieh, alabaster breasts, which 
towered with the magnificent opulence of two gigantic cones. He stared at 
the rich peaks of her towering boobs and, also, at the strawberry-colored 
nipples which rested at the top of them. 

After that his eyes traveled downward on their erotic journey. He stared at 
her firm, ovalled stomach and her navel, following which his eyes then came 
to rest on the sparkling, vanilla-colored loveliness of her magnificent 
pubic mound. He stared at the radiance of her glossy cuntal mane, then down 
at the ripe succulence of her pink vagina. 

"What a body," he gulped. "Oh, yes, you've got to be the best looking woman 
on this campus, or at least damn close to it." 

"Oh, thank you," she forced a smile. "Just have a nice look, honey. Glad to 
let a man look at what I've got." 

She hoped that this masked intruder would leave once that he finished 
staring at the ripeness of her firmly curvaceous body. His eyes danced 
downward toward the lean sensuality of her flow-ing, creamy thighs. 

"Turn around," he finally said. 

As his prick danced stirringly in his trousers, he watched as the beautiful 
Nancy Lewis turned around and showed him the firmness of her jutting ass 
cheeks. He liked the sparkling alabaster sheen of her gloriously firm and 
sensuously rich buttocks, two firm, ripe half-moons of ecstatic sensual 
ecstasy. 

"Oh, damned, what a butt," he said. "Bend over, honey. I want you to put 
your hands on your knees. I want to get a good angle of your ass," 

Even though she continued to be terrified by this strange intruder, Nancy 
Lewis recognized that she would be crazy to resist him, particularly in view 
of the handgun that he was holding, which she was convinced was legitimate. 
She had no reason to believe that he was holding a phony article, and so he 
was able to use the weapon as a means of convincing her to do what he asked. 

He watched as she placed her hands on her knees, extending her legs 
lasciviously, and as she did he stared down at the ripeness of her 
curvaceous globes. He observed a tiny dimple on her right buttock, and just 
staring at the firm sensuality of her shapely ass globes prompted him to 
feel more alive with seething desire than ever before. He kept thinking 
about how magnificent it would be to plunge his sharp, determined cock into 
the depths of her vagina. 

"Wiggle those ass cheeks," he said, his voice booming resoundingly. "Come 
on, I want to see that beautiful butt in motion. Ahhhh, wiggle it real nice. 
Just the way you'd do it if a man was pushing his big, thick, juicy cock 
deep inside your pussy." 

By then Nancy Lewis had long concluded that she was dealing with a deranged 
man, and that intimidated her even more. 

Glen Parsons watched with lewd delight as the beautiful blonde began to 
grind her silky, flowing ass cheeks, moving them back and forth, clenching 
and unclenching them as he observed every magnificent, curvaceous line in 
her splendorous buttocks. 

"Come on, move, them a little faster," he laughed. 

Glen felt tremendous excitement in his cock and balls. His prick smoldered 
with intensity and he felt close to the rousing moment of orgasm. He did not 
want to juice at this moment in time, however. He had other plans, glorious 
plans, which would be realized by thoroughly dominating this beautiful 
blonde. 

"Okay, stretch out on that bed," he gestured with his phony handgun. "Come 
on, just stretch out on your back. Spread your legs nice and wide, honey. 
We're gonna have ourselves plenty of fun." 

Her eyes widened with fear. For the first time it became markedly clear to 
her that this deranged man who had forced his way into her dorm was 
apparently not going to be satisfied with just a strip show. He intended to 
do more, perhaps much more. 

"Come on, just stretch out," he gestured angrily. "Let's not waste any time. 
You certainly wouldn't want me to start using this thing, would you?" 

"No, heavens no," she sobbed. "Okay, okay, I get the point." 

He grinned with sadistic delight as he observed the subservient blonde ease 
her firm, ripe body downward. He watched as the restless peaks of her 
buttocks came into contact with the sheets beneath her. He thought about how 
cocky and confident she had been when she discussed sex with him at the 
Medical Center, and how quickly she had put him down when he had asked her 
out. For that he would make her pay, and would, in addition, derive the 
greatest number of sensual thrills of his entire life. 

"Reach down there with your hand," he said. "I want to see you play with 
your pussy. Play with your pussy and move your butt around." 

Nancy Lewis felt a measure of relief. Just maybe this sickie, she thought, 
would be satisfied watching her after all. The one thing she could not bear 
to tolerate was for him to rape her, but then, she recognized, even if he 
decided to do so there was very little, if anything, that she could do about 
it. She was afraid to muster any resistance at all what with the'menacing 
weapon that he held in his right hand. 

"Let's go, let's go to it right now,' he said. 

Her fingers reached down and glided against the gnarled curls of her blonde 
pubic hairs. He smiled as he watched her hips grind concentrically against 
the bed sheets beneath her. He examined every firm fold of flesh on her 
radiant body, and suddenly a misty sheen of perspiration began to dampen her 
body. For once, he thought, somebody else was doing the sweating. That made 
him feel good as well. He was the confident party whereas his partner, on 
the other hand, was feeling more than a tiny measure of apprehension. 

"That's what I like to see, cooperation, his voice boomed powerfully. "Nice, 
really nice." 

The blonde-haired coed continued to compliantly run her fingers against the 
pinkness of her pussy and the blondness of her pubic curls. Eventually Glen 
called a halt to her activities. 

"You can turn loose now," he said. Now I'm gonna get in on the action." 

 Chapter Three 

Nancy Lewis became exceedingly terrified as she watched the masked intruder 
reach down and unzip his trousers. 

Glen Parsons was filled with confidence upon observing the bloated, excited 
length of his thick, blue-veined staff. There was no longer anything to 
fear. He was beginning to feel tremendous waves of power. Maybe this was the 
way it had to be done, he thought, in order for him to realize his maximum 
in terms of sex potential. He recalled once again that terribly frustrating 
experience with 

Claire, and the embarrassment that had ensued. But now here he was, his 
penis long and firm, and after achieving a full state of erection he was 
ready to immediately jump into action. 

He stood over the cowering beauty, who stared up at him with wide-eyed 
apprehension. 

"Oh, please, let me go," she begged fearfully. 

He burst into sarcastic laughter. If there was one thing that Glen Parsons 
was enjoying, above all else, even beyond the unadulterated ecstasy of being 
able to stare at this beautiful woman's naked body, was the fact that she 
was no longer feeling cocky and confident. He recalled how quickly and 
emphatically she had told him that she was not interested in him at all, but 
now he was going to derive some revenge, as well as receiving tremendous 
sexual satisfaction at the same time. 

Glen stood next to the bed, extending his legs, reaching down and toying 
with his penis. As his fingers worked up and down the full length of his 
bulging organ, he grinned broadly, happy over the fact that he was scaring 
this young woman, who did not know what to expect next. As a matter of fact, 
just knowing how much she feared him added to the pleasure that coursed 
through his whole body. There was something tremendously exciting and 
exhilarating about the fact that he did not exactly know what he was going 
to do. All he was aware of was that before he was through he would have 
thoroughly enjoyed himself. Of that he was completely confident. 

"You just lie there stretched out on your back," he said. "I'm gonna take 
care of everything." 

"Can't you give a girl a break?" she shrieked. "I mean, you don't want to 
hurt me, do you? You don't even know me." 

"I'm just gonna have some fun with you," he said in a booming tone. "You're 
gonna enjoy it. We're both gonna enjoy it. It's gonna be a beautiful 
experience." 

"Just don't hurt me. Oh, please, don't hurt me. Do you want to watch me 
finger myself off?" 

"No, I'd rather engage in more direct action," he told her. 

With that he released his fingers from his hard, steely shaft. She watched 
as he thrust his gun into his coat pocket. 

"Don't think that you can do something foolish," he warned her solemnly. "If 
you do it'll cost you honey. It'll cost you your life. I can get that gun 
out of there and do you in before you can make a move. Besides, why take a 
foolish risk like that? If you play your cards right you can have yourself 
some fun and live, too. So play it smart for your own good." 

She continued to lie there in a state of total bewilderment. Her masked 
intruder threw himself down on top of the bed. She cringed, her heart 
palpitating, not knowing what to expect from the masked man, who was panting 
heavily. 

He pushed his fingers solidly forward, allowing them to grab hold of her 
firm breasts. He loved the warmth of her ripe, succulent, marshmallow-like 
fleshy globes. His fingers moved smoothly and slowly at first, but before 
long he was tightly pinching and compressing the warm skin in his fingers; 
He squeezed the warm globules of flesh until she shrieked with pain. 

"OOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she sobbed. "PLEASE, CAN'T YOU STOP? OH, PLEASE, 
STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW." 

"Stop bawling like a damned baby," he barked. "You're gonna get along one 
hell of a lot better if you cut that out. Besides, what are you but a bitch 
anyway? I'll bet you've got all kinds of boyfriends. I mean, a girl as good 
looking as you and all. And I'll bet they fuck hell out of you. Don't you 
get fucked quite a bit?" "That'snone of your business," she sobbed. "Of 
course you do. And don't get smart with me, honey. You do and it's gonna 
cost you. It's gonna cost you one hell of a lot." 

With that he pinched the warm skin of her breasts even tighter than before. 
That caused her to grit her teeth, letting out a gasp of pain as she winced. 

"Just let that be a lesson to you," he said. "I'm in control. In complete 
control. This is all gonna be done my way. Yes, indeed, honey, I'm gonna get 
myself some thrills." 

His fingers pushed onward, this time pressing against the prickly warmth of 
her pink nipples. He twisted his fingers against the crinkly flesh, holding 
on tightly, and as he did he listened to the gasping sounds of pain 
emanating from Nancy Lewis. She twisted her mouth and closed her eyes, 
detesting the fact that she was currently immersed in a nightmare. Glen 
loved being in the situation he was, being totally in command, getting to do 
whatever he chose with this blonde-haired beauty who lay writhing before him 
on top of her bed. "WHAT A GORGEOUS BODY," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I LOVE 
PRESSING MY FINGERS AGAINST YOUR NIPPLES. WHAT SENSATIONS. WHAT A BODY 
YOU'VE GOT." 

Eventually he released his fingers from her nipples, which caused Nancy 
Lewis to heave a sigh of relief. But she was not out of trouble for long. 
His quickly probing, sharply insistent fingers reached down and made a quick 
grab for the curvaceous hillocks of flesh that constituted her ass cheeks. 
He pushed against the ripe folds of fle.sh, letting his fingers press and 
indent sharply against them, and he pushed his fingers with vigorous desire 
against her ass cheeks until she could feel quivering waves of pain. 

"OOOHHH, THIS FEELS GOOD," he said. "OH, THIS IS NICE. I LOVE PUSHING MY 
FINGERS AGIANST YOUR BUTT. WHAT A GLORIOUS, BEAUTIFUL BUTT." 

He had always admired the way that Nancy Lewis swaggered in her 
tight-fitting clothes. Glen had enjoyed in particular watching her twisting 
ass cheeks in rapid-fire motion. Now he was in complete control of her 
buttocks as his piercing fingers kept on pushing forward, gliding tightly, 
grinding against the warmth of her flowing, firm ass cheeks. His commanding 
fingers continued to grip and thrust against her buttocks for a few seconds 
longer. When he released his fingers from them, he reached down and grabbed 
hold of his hard, excited cock. He pushed and shoved with both hands, 
letting his fingers collide against, the base of his rigid instrument. 

When he released his fingers from his hard, inflamed phallic tool, he pushed 
his fiery cock forward, shoving it toward its target, the warm, vulnerable, 
folds of her pussy flesh. 

He stared down at the enticing pink petals along with the erect nodule of 
her clitoris. As he looked even closer, he began to observe signs of 
moisture in her vagina. His heart palpitated with wild desire as he observed 
the telltale dampness, which indicated that, in spite of the fears that she 
might have felt and could be feeling even at present, there was another side 
of the blonde beauty that was surfacing as well. She was enjoying at least 
some of the action that he was sending forth. 

"JUST LOOK AT THAT PUSSY," he grinned. 

As a means of exciting the beautiful Nancy Lewis even more, he reached down 
with his right hand and glided his fingers against the budding node of her 
quivering clitoris, which became instantly inflamed. 

Her buttocks and hips twitched as she lay there gasping on the bed, and as 
she turned on to his teasing finger strokes, Glen Parsons laughed 
triumphantly. 

"You can't tell me you don't like this," he said. "You little bitch. You've 
had plenty of this in the past. Tell me you've been fucked plenty of times. 
I'm not gonna believe you if you don't confirm that." 

"I don't talk about things like that," 

"You'd better start talking about it." 

With his free hand, Glen reached down and menacingly pinched at her ass 
cheek. His fingers shoved tightly against the warmth of her silky ass globe, 
causing her to cry out with pain. 

"OOOHHH, OQOHHH, STOP, PLEASE STOP IT," she sobbed. 

"Tell me about your sex life. Tell me you've been fucked plenty of times. 
Isn't it true?" 

"OKAY, OKAY, I'VE BEEN FUCKED, I'VE BEEN FUCKED," she sighed. "WHAT MORE DO 
YOU WANT TO HEAR?" 

"Tell me you're a bitch. Say, 'I'm a bitch.' That's what I want to hear." 

"I'm a bitch," she shrieked. "Okay, I'm a bitch. Are you satisfied?" 

"At least we're starting to understand each other better now," he laughed. 
"Just don't give me any crap, honey, and you'll be a whole lot better off." 

He withdrew his fingers from her ass cheek, continuing to probe with the 
fingers of his right hand as they glided into the ever-dampening warmth of 
her quivering pussy. He could see that the beautiful Nancy Lewis was 
experiencing dual emotions. One side of her hated him and detested what he 
was doing, but the other facet of her personality was both curious and 
agitated by all that was happening. 

"What a fuck I'm gonna give you," he said as he removed his fingers from her 
dampened pussy. 

He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers grab hold of the firm, 
exquisite flesh of her thighs. 

Glen held on tightly to her silky, sweat-stained thighs, parting them 
slowly, then preparing to grind forward with his thick, thundering staff. 

"OOOHHH, LOOK AT THAT PUSSY," he gasped, licking his lips in a state of 
wild, determined sensuality. "OOOHHH, AM I EVER GONNA PUSH MY PRICK INSIDE 
YOUR HOT SLIT. AM I EVER GONNA FUCK YOU. YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN BY ME. YOU 
MIGHT AS WELL ADMIT IT. ADMIT IT. YOU WANT ME. COME ON, TELL ME, TELL ME." 

Frenziedly he pushed tightly against her thighs, pinching them until she 
once again felt waves of pain throughout her body. She heaved a deep gasp of 
frustration, then spoke. 

"OKAY, OKAY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she wildly exclaimed. "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT 
TO DO. BUT, OOHHH, STOP HURTING ME. PLEASE, OHHH, STOP IT. YOU'RE PUSHING 
SO'HARD AGAINST MY THIGHS. OHHH, I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL. OHHH, IT HURTS TOO 
MUCH, TOO MUCH, OHHHH, MUCH TOO MUCH." 

He eased his grip, allowing his fingers to continue to push sharply against 
his helpless lover's thighs, but not with the piercing kind of force that he 
had earlier manifested. 

She listened to the heavy, insistent grunting sounds that emanated from his 
trembling mouth as he pushed his hard, bludgeoning phallic tool forward. 

"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA BE INSIDE YOU," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU 
TO SHAKE YOUR BUTT. I WANT YOU TO FUCK UP TO ME. YES, I'M EXPECTING A 
TERRIFIC SCREW. OOOHHH, WE'RE GONNA REALLY MAKE WILD LOVE. AAAHHH, YOU'RE 
GONNA LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I AM. COME ON, I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU. TELL ME, 
TELL ME YOU WANT IT.". 

"OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she gasped. 

As he shoved his hard, determined cock forward, letting it glide inside the 
tight, wet warmth of her clinging pussy, the beautiful Nancy Lewis realized 
that, as wild as this all seemed, she was beginning to turn on to this 
wildman. 

His fingers clutched tightly against her thighs for several moments. He then 
released his fingers from them, letting them clutch with tight warmth as 
they pushed against her flowing breasts. 

She shoved her breasts and nipples forward, and as she maintained upper body 
movement, the beautiful blonde also ground her hips in snake-like 
earnestness, letting her sensual hips and flaring ass cheeks grind 
concentrically as they made steady contact with the bed beneath her. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE," he grunted. "OOHHHH, KEEP THAT BUTT MOVING. 
OOHHHH, I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT WHEN I SEE BEAUTIFUL ASS CHEEKS LIKE 
THIS SHAKING." 

He observed the satiny sheen which covered her ripe, flowing buttocks, 
giving them a glossy tone. As they kept on manipulating and grinding against 
the crisp bed sheets beneath them, he kept on hammering with his determined 
cock, driving his staff back and forth as he pushed and pumped it with solid 
resolution deep inside her hot mound. 

Glen Parsons loved the manner in which her hips dramatically clenched and 
unclenched as her pussy snapped, providing, him with the tightest possible 
screw as he kept on maintaining his steady action. He worked his steely 
peter in a whirling dervish of determined anxiety as he pushed and shoved 
with his blasting ramrod, sliding it into the quivering inner depths of her 
hot hole. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP THIS UP," he grunted. "I 
LIKE THIS KIND OF ACTION. I COULD FUCK YOU FOREVER. OOOHHH, I'M LOVING THIS. 
STICKING MY PRICK INSIDE YOUR PUSSY. STICK IT IN THERE GOOD. OOOOOOHHHHHH, 
AAAAAAHHH, OOOOOHHHHH, COME ON, FUCK UP, COME ON, FUCK UP, MEET MY STABS. 
OOOH, THIS I LIKE. HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK.'' 

His buttocks ground back and forth as he slammed his stirring dagger that 
much deeper into the tight, intimate portals of her flowingly moist cuntal 
channel. He loved the tightness of his fuck, and the manner in which her 
clasping pussy muscles grabbed hold of his intruding spear. All the while he 
found himself pushing that much closer to the relentless moment when the 
rampaging juices would be forced to explode tumultuously from the rubbery 
tip of his erect, determined prick. 

As he kept on ramming and slashing with his hard, stinging cock, he watched 
the manner in which the beautiful blonde's eyes rolled and her hips swirled 
as she began to enjoy each and every crisp, determined thrust that he sent 
inside her. 

While his whirling dervish penis kept on detonating her with its decisive 
blasts, his fingers indented sharply against the warmth of her firm breasts. 
All the while he was pushing that much nearer, ever closer to the inevitable 
moment when the tempestuous sea of hot, white sperm would have to explode 
from the end of his jarring prick. 

His fingers pushed tighter and tighter, shoving against her breasts, locking 
against their warmth as he heaved deeper sighs and plunged his savage joy 
stick that much deeper inside her. 

As for Nancy Lewis, she could scarcely believe what was happening to her. 
Here was a bully, a man who dared to force his way into her room at 
gunpoint, a man who had threatened to kill her, and yet here she was, her 
sweaty hips writhing in a state of wild, impassioned lust as she joyfully 
received every quick, knifing stab that he sent into the seething depths of 
her pussy. 

She could feel herself driving closer to the tumultuous moment when the 
juices would have to explode from her own savory nest. She extended her legs 
wider than before, continuing to feel the dual sensations of his plunging 
fingers which pushed against the shapely conical surface of her warm boobs, 
and the thundering penis that completely took charge of things as it filled 
her womb with its lightning, determined blasts. 

The sweat began to roll down both sides of her face as she let out a loud 
gasp, grimaced, then prepared to explode her hot, flowing juices. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," she grunted. "OOOOHHH, 
OHHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. OHHHH, JUST DRIVE YOUR COCK. OOOHHHH, DRIVE IT 
INSIDE ME. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT. I FEEL SO STRANGE. 
OOOHHHH, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, AAAHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH." 

He listened to the delightful sounds of the jangling bedsprings and the 
loud, incessant gasps that she heaved as he watched the juices explode from 
her pussy. 

It felt good to have her delightful juices splashing against the solid 
warmth of his hard, incessantly plunging cock as he pushed and stabbed with 
it, sliding it hard and fast inside her steaming cuntal channel as he pushed 
that much nearer to the state of a brisk, enthusiastic climax. 

He withdrew his fingers from her shapely breasts, letting them push and 
twist as they ground tightly against her sharply writhing ass cheeks. 

"HOLD ON, OOOHH, I'M GONNA JUICE, DAMNED, I CAN'T HOLD BACK MUCH LONGER," he 
told her. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP SHOVING YOUR BUTT. KEEP SHOVING YOUR BUTT 
BACK UP TO ME. THIS FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

The crescendo of wild passion continued as he slammed and slashed with his 
sharply intruding cock, letting it drive and twist as he worked it deep 
inside the warmth of her sticky cunt, which contained the juices that had 
recently spilled from her pussy. 

As he held on tightly to her grinding ass cheeks, he heaved a deep sigh, 
beginning to feel the waves of overpowering sensuality in his bloated, 
ever-expanding testicles. 

In spite of the fact that Glen wanted to prolong this act forever, he knew 
that that was impossible. By then he had reached that inevitable point, the 
moment at which the juices just had to pour with thundering fury from the 
nub end of his raging inferno, which kept on blasting with skillful 
authority as it pushed and pumped into her soggy fissure. 

"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," he gasped. 

"OOOHHH, DARLING, DON'T, DON'T HOLDBACK," she grunted. "OOOHHH, FUCK ME, 
COME ON, KEEP FIRING AWAY. OOOHHH, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT JUICE INSIDE ME. 
I WANT YOU TO GUSH. OHHHH, I REALLY WANT TO FEEL IT. OOOHHH, DARLING, 
OOHHHH, KEEP AT IT. OOOHHH, YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE, OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK ME, 
FUCK ME, FUCK ME." 

Her encouraging words served as music to his ears. He listened to her heavy 
gasping breath as he pushed and plunged a few times more, after which, 
finally, the first few droplets of thick, white sperm began to explode from 
the towering tip of his hard, rapidly cannonading organ. 

"OHHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GO," he grunted. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHH, OOOOHHHH, 
WHAT A FUCK. OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, TIGHTEN YOUR PUSSY MUSCLES. OOOHHH, 
TIGHTEN, TIGHTEN, GIVE ME THE TIGHTEST FUCK YOU CAN. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, I LOVE 
IT. OHHHHH, WHAT A GREAT SCREW. OOOHHH, WHAT A GLORIOUS SCREWS COME ON, 
OHHHH, WIGGLE YOUR BUTT, WIGGLE IT." 

As an added inducement to get his subservient lover to wiggle her buttocks, 
Glen reached out with both hands and delivered slaps which caught her on her 
ripe, flowing buttocks. He loved hearing the popping sounds of his flesh 
coming into contact with hers and he simultaneously heard the squishy sounds 
of his rapidly detonating cock, the juices from which were spurting with 
wild, voluminous rage inside the seething cauldron of her pussy. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she sighed. "DARLING, OOOHHH, STICK YOR 
COCK INSIDE ME. OHHHH, BLAST AWAY, OOOHHH. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, 
OHHHHH, FUCK MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UP, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT." 

He slapped at her ever-reddening buttocks flesh a few more times as he kept 
on firing his,steady cannon, grinding his hard, solid cock deep inside her 
rapidly quivering mound as the final few drops of-steaming white juice 
exploded from the torrential tip of his blast-furnace peter. 

Glen grunted and gasped, panting loudly as he finally removed his cock from 
her pussy. He could not help but feel a tremendous surge of accomplishment 
flowing through his entire body. He thought back to the night that Nancy had 
confidently told him about her date with the football star. Well, he 
realized, that football player certainly had nothing on him. He could be as 
wildly macho as any man on that damned campus. It made him feel good to know 
that he had the balls to follow through with his wild scheme, and it had 
come to fruition. 

He stared down at the sweaty figure of his beautiful lover, who looked up at 
him with disbelief. 

"I don't know who you are, but you sure can fuck," she said. 

"Of course I can," he said confidently. "I know where it's at. Just look at 
my cock. You know, it's still pretty damned hard, if I do say so myself." 

Even though his penis had gone slightly flaccid from the time that the 
juices had exploded from it, Glen Parsons' prick retained a certain measure 
of hardness. He pointed toward it, then commanded: 

"Come on. I want you to put your fingers to work. I want to find out how 
good you are at jerking cock. At getting it back to where it was before. 
I'll bet you've done this with lots of guys. As a matter of fact, I imagine 
you're quite the campus swinger. Am I right?" 

"I've had my share of affairs," she nodded. 

"How do I stack up along with the others?" 

"You're the wildest, the most unpredictable," she shook her head. 

"How did you like my cock? How did that stack up?" 

"It was wild," she shook her head with disbelief. "I can't believe any of 
this. Right from the time that you walked in on me. You're some kind of 
wild, daring guy. I guess you'll stop at nothing to get what you want." 

"That's absolutely right," he laughed. "And you know it, honey. You know 
exactly what I need. So come on, a little less talk, a little more action. 
I'm still very much in charge and I want you to realize that." 

"You'll never let me forget it," she replied. 

"Damned right. I'm not gonna let you forget it at all. So come on, get busy, 
get real busy with those fingers of yours. I want you to let 'em pump. I 
want you to plant 'em real nice, let 'em move real firm against my prick. 
Come on, let's get those fingers rolling. I want to feel those warm, 
terrific sensations." 

He pointed down toward his cock once more, this^ime gesturing with a measure 
of impatience. She immediately responded to the cue, reaching down with both 
hands and letting her fingers glide along the tip of his steely prong. 

"Pretty damned good, it hasn't gone down that much," he gulped. "Just put 
your fingers to work. Come on, just show me how good you are. Come on, pump, 
honey. I want you to pump against my prick. I want you to move those 
fingers. Yes, move them real nice, honey. Really drive them. Ahhh, ooohhh, 
drive them against my hot organ. Drive them against my firm flesh." 

He grinned boardly, watching as her fingers probed and twisted against the 
ever-lengthening base of his penis. It had exploded once before, and he was 
already thinking about what he could do this beautiful woman a second time 
around. It made him feel good to know that he had completely taken charge of 
things, and that, in the process, he had exceeded his own wildest dreams as 
far as generating a positive response from her was concerned. He had 
resigned himself to the fact that, even if he followed through with his wild 
scheme, probably Nancy Lewis would allow him to fuck her only out of a sense 
of fear, and that down deep she would maintain a morbid hatred for him. He 
could see that such was not the case. Even though she had wanted to hate him 
for what he was doing to her, something within her would not allow that to 
happen. Instead he was able to turn her on, to drive her to the depths of 
burning passion, after which she rsponded to him in the same way that she 
could be expected to react to one of her boyfriends. 

"Come on, keep those fingers busy," he called out. "I like that. Ahhh, I 
like the finger action. What do you think, honey?" 

"I'm getting it back up there," she smiled triumphantly. "Just look at that 
cock snapping to attention." 

"Yes, you're doing quite a job of it," he nodded. "Come on, keep up those 
sweeping finger strokes. Ooooohhh, pump real nice. Up and down, ooohhh, up 
and down. Yes, this is my kind of action. Ahhh, I'm gonna get hard, rock 
hard, just like I was before. This is great. Come on, ooohhh, keep on 
fingering me. Pump with those fingers. Ahhh, come on, really pump." 

His buttocks twitched and his legs twisted as he watched her fingers 
manipulate solidly against the firm, fleshy base of his ever-lengthening 
penis. Now he had apparently acclimated her fully, prompting her to 
recognize just how important it was to please his every wish. 

As her fingers kept on resolutely tugging and sliding against the fleshy 
base of his rapidly inflating cock, he looked down and observed the manner 
in which his balls were rising sharply at the same time. His scrotum bulged 
as did his cock, which continued to harden under the stirring, determined 
strokes of her resolute fingers. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GETTIN' THERE, YOU'RE GETTIN' THERE," he grunted. "COME ON, 
OOOHHH, KEEP PUMPING. THOSE FINGERS. OOOHHH, THAT ACTION, I LOVE IT. COME 
ON, OOOHHH, NICE AND CRISP. YES, OOOHHH, COME ON, FINGER ME." 

Spurred on that much more by his wildly enthusiastic utterances, the 
beautiful blonde kept on manipulating her sliding fingers as they glided 
with resolute passion along the full length of his hard, inflamed organ. He 
loved feeling those warm, delightful sensations ripple through his whole 
body, focused in particular on his rigid penis'. 

"OKAY, YOU CAN LET GO NOW," he finally said. 

The beautiful blonde compliantly released her fingers from his blue-veined 
staff, which she stared at with a feeling of accomplishment, knowing how 
much she had hated him in the process of regaining his former hardness. 

"Not bad, not bad at all," he nodded. 

"I'm glad I was able to oblige." 

"Oh, yes. Listen, honey, you'd put a hard-on on anybody. I mean, anybody. 
Just look at that body. Then when you move those fingers real nice. Ahhh, 
did that feel good." 

"You sure are a strange guy," she shook her head, "I guess that's what makes 
me so intriguing." f "I don't know whether intriguing or unpredictable is 
the better word." 

"Either one," he shrugged. 

 Chapter Four 

The highly aroused Glen Parsons was turning into a sexual wildman and loving 
every minute of it. 

He liked the fact that this same beautiful woman who had cast him aside so 
quickly on the occasion when he had asked her out was now being forced to 
succumb to his every wish, and was, in the process, learning to enjoy her 
subservient condition. 

As she lay there stretched out on her back, he reached out with both hands 
and let his fingers once again twist and glide along the warmth of her 
upthrusting breasts, which stood out with the prominence of twin tents. 

His fingers darted and danced as he kneaded the warm, resilient flesh. 

"You sure are some tits man, Mr. Rapist," she laughed teasingly. 

"I'm a tits man, I'm an ass man, I'm a cunt man, I'm for the whole works," 
he said. "I'm even an ear and an armpit man." 

"You're something else," she laughed. 

He withdrew his fingers from the beautiful blonde's breasts. He then pushed 
his tongue forward, letting it glide and tease with snake-like earnestness 
as it danced inside the left ear of the beautiful Nancy Lewis. She let out a 
loud gasp as she responded to the quick, insistently steady prob-ings of the 
masked intruder's darting tongue. He drilled her left ear for several more 
strokes, then withdrew his tongue and let it slither with the same degree of 
snake-like meticulousness against her right ear. He let it move back and 
forth, allowing it to purposefully glide against the softness of her ear 
lobe. 

"OOOHHH, YOU WEREN'T KIDDING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, WHAT A WORKOUT, HONEY. 
YOU ARE AN EAR MAN. OOOHHH, HONEY, THE WAY YOU'RE GRINDING YOUR TONGUE. IT 
FEELS SO NICE. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD, OOOHHH, SO 
GREAT." 

The longer that he kept up his skillful tongue penetrations against her ear, 
the faster that he proceeded to grind with it as it worked its way inside 
the wet warmth of her ear lobe. When he finally withdrew his hot, stirring, 
red tongue, it was to let it go to work against her armpits. He began by 
letting it grind with piston-like urgency as it teased against the softness 
of her right armpit. He pushed his damp tongue against the warm, inviting 
hairs, and enjoyed the manner in which her whole body came alive with 
passionate vigor. Her hips and buttocks once again glided restlessly as they 
twisted and turned with resilient passion and desire against the bed sheets 
beneath her. He kept on letting his charging tongue go to work as it danced 
and swayed, twisting with exuberant passion. He moved from her right armpit 
to her left, repeating the same kind of meticulous, penetrating thrusts. 
After a few more quick, decisive tongue movements in the direction of her 
armpit, he released his spirited tongue and let it glide down her stomach. 

She liked the way that his wetly slithering tongue prodded against the 
warmth of her belly, and when he reached her navel he let his dancing tongue 
go to work with particularly spry anxiety. Back and forth he kept on letting 
it grind and slide until, ultimately, he released it from her navel and let 
it continue to move downward. 

Soon his burning tongue was sliding and twisting against her thighs. He 
would let it grind against her left thigh for a few strokes, after which he 
would then permit it to slash against her right. The quicker that his 
devastating tongue collided with the warmth of her thighs, the more enthused 
that the beautiful blonde became. Nancy Lewis loved feeling the developing 
wetness from his quick, authoritative tongue thrusts, which pushed her into 
a seething whirlpool of passion. Her head spun from a combination of 
excitement and desire as he kept on whipping it, letting it drive and thrust 
as it worked its way feverishly against her legs. 

When he finished tonguing her silky, dampened thighs, he nuzzled his tongue 
up between her legs and toward her inviting hair-fringed fissure. 

His sensitive nostrils immediately picked up the invigorating scent of her 
musky womanliness. His eyes scrutined every wetly matted pubic curl as he 
then let it push forward against the glossy blondeness of her fiery cuntal 
mane. His tongue attacked her pubic hairs with the same kind of pistoning 
urgency that he had employed earlier when he had bathed the other portions 
of her scintillating anatomy. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS DRIVING ME WILD," she sighed. "OOOHHH, YOU 
MIGHT BE A RAPIST, OOOHHH, YOU MIGHT BE CRAZY. BUT I DON'T CARE. OOOHHH, 
ANYBODY WHO CAN FUCK LIKE THAT, OOOHHH, ANYBODY WHO CAN DO THAT IS GREAT. 
COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR BURNING TONGUE MOVING, DARLING. YES, KEEP IT 
GRINDING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, YES, MY LOVE. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, 
SUCK MY CUNT. SUCK MY CUNT DRY. GET EVERY DROP OF JUICE OUT OF IT. OOOHHH, 
OHHHHH, HONEY, GO GET IT, OHHHH, GO GET IT, GO GET IT, GO GET IT." 

Her frenzied, animalish mewls prompted him to glide his invigorated tongue 
that much deeper inside the wet warmth of her sweet-smelling cuntal furrow. 
His steaming tongue would alternate between the warmth of her blonde pubic 
curls and the wetness of her velvety pink vagina. 

"OOOHHH, LOVER, STICK WITH IT," she begged. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, HONEY. 
YES, OHHH, GRIND YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, COME ON, 
TONGUE ME. YES, BRING ME OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, DARLING. YES, OHHHH, 
BRING ME OFF, BRING ME OFF, BRING ME OFF." 

Her toes wiggled and ultimately she curled them against the balls of her 
feet. Nancy's legs and buttocks wiggled and he could see the beads of sweat 
surfacing on her flowing, concentrically grinding ass cheeks as he kept on 
sliding his rampaging tongue into the burning depths of her quivering pussy. 

Now he was concentrating exclusively on the velvety softness of her cuntal 
flanges. His tongue ground against the ragged edges of her inflamed cunt, 
and as he kept slashing with his tongue inside the burning depths of her 
cuntal pit, he pushed her that much closer to the state of a wild and 
exhilarating climax. 

"OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF," she grunted. "DARLING, I CAN'T TAKE IT 
ANYMORE. OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME." 

He reached down and let his fingers glide with burning urgency as they 
indented sharply against the warmth of her sweaty ass cheeks. They ground 
and spun, working rapidly from side to side as he kept up his swift, digging 
tongue thrusts, allowing it to cascade warmly as it worked into the intimate 
depths of her hot furrow. 

Soon she could hold back no longer and the blazing droplets of her cunt 
juice had to be released from her hot vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU DID IT," she sighed deeply. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M 
JUICING. YES, OOOHHH, CATCH EVERY DROP. OOOHHH, DARLING, CATCH IT ALL. 
OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, 
BABY, WHAT A PUSSY SUCKER. AAAHHH, WHAT A WILD CUNT LICKER." 

Her legs kicked back and forth, her entire body turning into a writhing mass 
of gasping, panting sensuality. All the while she listened to the lewd 
slurping sounds of her rapidly attacking lover, whose blazing tongue 
continued to grind and thrust as he swallowed every droplet of her inflamed 
juices. 

After the final few drops of hot cunt juice had been swallowed from her 
sodden, exploding mound, he released his tongue from her dampened organ and 
began concentrating anew on his hard, aroused cock. 

"Well, I told you I could do it all with my tongue," he boasted, his chest 
swelling with a sense of accomplishment. "So now I'm gonna put my cock to 
work. My big, long prick is gonna do the job. It's really gonna do the job 
on you, honey." 

"You really are a cocky guy," she shook her head. "I thought that some of 
the jocks I dated here at school had it all when it came to con^ fidence. 
Especially some of those bulky, muscle-bound football players. But no, you 
really take the cake. You make them sound downright modest." 

"I can back it up, I can back it all up," he said. 

He reached down and let his fingers glide against the warmth of his hard, 
agitated cock. Up and down he pumped until, finally, he released his fingers 
from his steaming organ. 

"I'm ready now," he said. "Just get set because you're gonna really get 
fucked." 

He angled his body forward, letting his hard, determined shaft begin to 
slide against her left breast. He loved the sensations of his cock base 
coming into rigid contact with her soft yet firm alabaster flesh. He kept 
moving his cock against the. sturdy, marshmallow-like substance of her warm, 
inviting orb. His steaming, penetrating penis would move from her left 
breast to her right, and all the while he continued to pant like a steam 
engine, enjoying enormously every scintillating aspect of the jolting 
activity. 

"OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she grunted. "DARLING, KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, I 
LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT." 

He went at her with hammering effectiveness, spearing her with his massive, 
bludgeoning weapon, gliding it against her left breast, then her right. 
After awhile he began to push his hard, sturdy organ up between her conical 
boobs. He loved pressing it with urgency against the ripeness of her warm 
flesh. He continued his quick, stabbing penis assault for several more 
strokes, and then, finally, he released his stinging organ from the 
pendulous valley that separated her voluptuous breasts. 

"Open your mouth," he grunted. 

"What are you gonna do, honey?" she inquired. 

"What do you think? I'm gonna plug you with my prick. I'm gonna stuff it 
inside your mouth." 

"Oh, you nasty guy. Not even my most aggressive lovers come at me like that. 
They treat me a little more gently." 

"I'm not gonna treat you gently," he snarled. "I'm gonna treat you like a 
bitch. I'm gonna treat you like one, and, furthermore, you're gonna love it. 
You love being treated like a bitch. Admit it, honey. Admit it." 

"Yes, I admit it," she sighed. "I don't know what it is about you, but I 
love it. Even when you're bullying me. Go, ahead. Come on, take charge of 
me, take charge completely." 

"You're gonna get a long, sturdy prick pushed right down your throat." 

"Oh, baby, you're my man. My cave man." 

"You're damned right." 

To prove his point once more, he reached down and let his fingers tweak 
tightly against her strawberry-colored, sharply erect nipples. As he tweaked 
and twisted them, she winced with pain and let out a loud mewl. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE REALLY PUNISHING ME," she gulped. 

"But in a beautiful way." 

"OHHH, YES. MAYBE I'M GOING CRAZY, OOOHHH, BUT I DO LIKE IT," she said. 
"TAKE CHARGE OF ME, LOVER. OOOHHH, YES, DOMINATE ME, HOW I WANT TO BE 
DOMINATED." 

"I'll bet you never realized just how far you'd like a guy to go until you 
met me." 

"That's right. I had always liked dominant men, but this is something else. 
I mean, I'm being treated like dirt under your feet, but there's something 
nice about it the way you do it." 

"Yes, I'll bet there is," he laughed. 

With that he shoved his hot, determined cock forward. It came at her with 
the lightning of a torpedo attack as he wedged it into the outer depths of 
her mouth. 

"This is just the beginning," he told her. "I'm just getting warmed up." 

He let out a quick grunt, continuing to grind and push with his determined 
cock, allowing it to slide against the velvety, wet softness of her outer 
mouth. Soon he would be penetrating much deeper, puncturing her with his 
spearing, intruding member, which he would exercise with due diligence and 
excitement. 

His buttocks reeled with developing ecstasy as he began to grind his 
thudding cock deeper inside her mouth until, finally, he was pushing it with 
bruising impact all the way into her esophagus. The delirious blonde's eyes 
rolled as she found herself scarcely able to breathe. But through it all 
thdre was something thoroughly exciting about what was happening to her as 
this forceful, intruding stranger with the mask was giving her the fuck of 
her life. He kept on driving his cannonading cock deep inside her throat, 
slashing her with such stinging authority and impact that, for a few 
seconds, she wondered if his steaming penis would not come out the other 
side of her, through her neck. 

"OOQHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS A THROAT FUCK," he gasped. "AAAHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I 
LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE PUMPING 

WITH MY STIFF PRICK. AAAHHH, OHHHHH, THE JUICE IS GONNA SHOOT. IT'S ALL 
GONNA SPILL OUT OF MY PRICK. AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SPILL INTO YOUR MOUTH." 

While his lusty, burning, blue-veined tool kept on driving into the depths 
of her mouth, her sensuous, red lips clasped tightly against the bulging 
base of his volcanic organ. She felt the perpetual thudding of his inflamed 
testicles as they pushed and flounced against her chin. All the while he was 
pumping frenziedly, pushing his determined peter ever closer to the point of 
a tingly explosion. 

His hairy, leathery testicles continued to expand as they bounced and 
thudded against her chin, and all the while he was pushing that much closer 
to that reckless, relentless moment when the burning, orgasmic waves of 
thick, white semen would explode from the thundering tip of his hard, 
inflamed phallic tool. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH. WHAT A FUCK," he grunted. "AAAHHH, I'M SLAMMING IT DOWN 
YOUR THROAT. OOOHHH, HOW NICE, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT." 

His pistoning cock continued to take charge as it drove with burning ecstasy 
into her esophagus. Never had he felt any more secure and dominant with a 
woman than he did at that moment. The deep, painful frustration of his 
unsuccessful encounter with Claire was long forgotten as his spasming peter 
kept on pistoning, driving into the cavernous warmth of Nancy's velvety 
mouth as the helpless beauty wondered just when he would explode. 

As she listened to the heavy, insistent gasps emanating from his throat, she 
became aware of just how closely he had moved to the state of a devastating 
climax. 

His hips and ass cheeks wiggled as he kept on driving his burning member 
deep inside her. A few strokes later he was unable to hold back the flood 
tide of torrential juice that begged to be released from the end of his hot, 
mammoth spear. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE IT COMES," he gasped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M 
GONNA EXPLODE. AAAAHHHH, IT'S GONNA SPILL INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. BEAUTIFUL, 
OOOHHH, BEAUTIFUL," 

His hammering, joy-filled pecker took charge right to the end as it thudded 
against the base of her throat. Then there was the wild deluge that suddenly 
hit. She closed her eyes, unable to believe the volume and intensity of his 
thundering explosion, wondering if she would drown in the process. 

She lay there helpless under the sperm stampede that occurred in her throat, 
but yet, in spite of that feeling of helplessness, there was something 
strangely exciting about the whole ordeal. 

Moments later he withdrew his penis from her mouth. He reached out and ran 
his fingers through her hair. He eased his body from the bed, then reached 
into his jacket pocket and took out his trusty fake handgun. 

"What do you think of this?" he laughed. "Do you like the other gun better 
than this one?" 

"Definitely," she said, looking at him with wide-eyed fear. "I hope you're 
not gonna do anything to me now. After all, you got what you wanted. Or 
didn't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess I'd have to say that I did," he grinned. "Thanks for a 
beautiful evening." . "Don't mention it." 

"Of course, you hardly had any choice in the matter, did you?" 

"Not really. But for some damned strange reason you got me excited. I still 
can't figure out why. Perhaps fear just works that way." 

"Maybe so, but why try and figure it out? If you had fun, so much the 
better. I'm not offended by the thought of a girl winding up enjoying an 
attack." 

"No. It's just that I'm ashamed to admit it. I mean, I should hate you. I 
really should. There's one side of me that does, but the other doesn't. The 
other. Well, I can't exactly explain just what it does feel." 

"You don't have to," he laughed. "Good-night." 

With that he moved backward toward the door. She watched him intently as he 
Opened the door, then promptly left. As soon as he entered the hallway he 
slipped the gun in his pocket. He walked briskly toward the nearest exit, a 
tiny door that led out into an open courtyard. 

Once that he made it into the darkness of the courtyard, Glen Parsons was 
able to breathe a sigh of relief. It was an experience unlike anything he 
had ever encountered in his life, and what was more, in spite of the 
tremendous risks involved, he wouldn't have changed one solitary bit of it. 

 Chapter Five 

For the next several days following Glen Parson's daring rape of Nancy 
Lewis, his mind became immersed in the web of details which had led him to 
engage in such a reckless act. 

He could see that there had been a period of great frustration in his life. 
As the frustrating events continued, he concluded that his only way to turn 
the tide was through engaging in a bold act. Up until the time that he had 
actually decided to enter Nancy Lewis's apartment and rape her, he had never 
thought that he would attempt anything quite that incredible. But he had 
done so, and now, as he thought about it in retrospect, he couldn't help but 
feel fearful. Had he lost his grip on himself? It was one thing to try and 
achieve some stimulating satisfaction from a member of the opposite sex, but 
it was another matter altogether to take the kind of terrible risk that he 
had. 

Glen decided that in the future he would have to work through more 
conventional means. He was damned lucky that he hadn't been caught. Of 
course, he recognized the possibility that he could get trapped somehow, and 
that maybe Nancy could provide police with a clue. That is, if she actually 
reported the act. At the time that he had left, she had admitted that one 
side of her had enjoyed the action very much. That left him wondering if, 
maybe, after thinking things through, she would decide not to press charges 
at all. 

While his mind was being tormented with those events, another beautiful coed 
from Tate University came to him to obtain some birth control pills. 

The coed was a raven-haired beauty by the name of Mary Owens. She was a 
little shorter than Nancy Lewis, but her body was every bit as curvaceous as 
Nancy's, right down to the ripe, lush protuberances in her hips and 
buttocks, the flowing, long, sensual legs, and the firm, jutting breasts. He 
liked her thick eyelashes and dark, penetrating eyes, which were of an 
erotic violet shade. As she entered the room, his heart immediately began to 
palpitate. This was just the kind of girl he would love to thoroughly 
dominate in the same manner that he had the amorous Nancy Lewis. 

"Hello there, Mary," he greeted, her warmly with a smile. 

"Hi there, Glen. How's everything going?" 

"Ah, same old routine," he shrugged. "How about you?" 

"Things are going pretty super," her eyes gleamed. "I need some more pills." 

"I guess a girl can't be too cautious in this day and age," he said as he 
secured the container of pills for her. 

"That's for sure, that's for sure," she confirmed with a nod. 

"You're so beautiful, Mary, that I'm sure you get more than your share of 
male admirers." 

"I guess that any girl who has a certain amount of attractiveness is gonna 
have to fight so many men off," she laughed. "Of course, then you're always 
gonna run across a few that you don't want to fight off. With me, it's just 
a special few. I'm actually a pretty choosy girl, Glen." 

"I see. Oh, well, with a campus as large as Tate's, I guess you have plenty 
of guys to choose from." 

"Well, I guess so," she said, "but lately I've been kind of expanding my 
horizons. You see, the one thing that really turns me on is when a man can 
dance with me. I mean disco style. I just can't get enough of it. So if it's 
a guy from here, I probably won't meet him on-campus at all. I'll meet him 
over at Gus's." "Gus's?" 

"Of course. You haven't heard of Gus's?" She looked at him strangely. 

"No. Where is it? What is it?" 

"You poor boy," she shook her head condescendingly. "I guess you've been 
spending too much time at work. All work and no play can make for a very 
dull life, Glen." 

"Don't rub it in," Glen shook his head. 

"You were asking about Gus's." 

"That's right. You've gotten my curiosity aroused." 

"It's a discotheque In Tarpon Springs." 

"Tarpon Springs. Oh, yes. Isn't that the little Greek community?" 

"That's right. About a good half-hour from here. You mean you've never even 
been to Tarpon Springs and you work here in Tampa?" 

"Weil, I guess it would have to be said that I don't travel around too much. 
I generally stick to Tampa." 

"I see. Well, Gus's is right off the main road. It's a popular discotheque 
run by this nice Greek man. There are scores of guys and gals there. Maybe 
you ought to stop by there sometime." 

"Maybe I will," he smiled hopefully. "I guess you're there quite a bit, 
aren't you?" 

"Oh, yes. I guess you'd say it's my home away from home," she told him. "At 
least when I don't have a big test coming up and can tear myself away from 
my studies. As a matter of fact, I found that disco dancing actually helps 
me in the classroom." 

"Whatever caused you to figure that out?" 

"It's very simple. The one thing a person can't afford to do is get too 
uptight. That will really affect you badly in the classroom. Disco dancing 
keeps me loose. If I'm loose everything seems to come much easier, 
especially my studies." 

"That seems to make sense." 

"Yes, I really do love it. There's something about getting out there under 
those flashing lights and just letting yourself go. I guess you'd call it a 
cathartic release or something like that." 

"I know what you mean." 

"At any rate, I guess that I gave you quite a sales pitch on behalf of disco 
dancing," she laughed. 

"You also put in a plug for Gus's." 

"Oh, yes. I can't believe you've never been there. Gee, that's incredible. 
Oh, well, you know about it now." 

"Yes, I do. Maybe I'll see you there some night." 

"Fine. Anyway, thank you, Glen, and I'll be seeing you," she waved. 

He watched as she picked up the white box containing the birth control 
pills. Glen observed the manner in which her flowing ass cheeks appreciably 
filled out her skirt as she walked. 

The rest of the evening Glen Parsons could not get Mary Owens off of his 
mind. Not only did her statement about disco dancing register. He also 
recalled vividly the comment she made about getting too uptight. That had 
been his problem when it came to studying. It had cost him a good deal, 
right to the point of his actually, flunking out. If only he had heard 
advice of that nature from a girl like Mary earlier in his life. Oh, well, 
he realized, he may not have even listened to it. For whatever reason, he 
wondered about Gus's and about getting acquainted with Mary Owens. Maybe 
this wasJ just the chance he was looking for. : 

 Chapter Six 

Glen Parsons decided to travel to Gus's Disco his first night off. 

The one thing that he was looking for was an opportunity to get his life 
back on a different track. Now that he had proven to himself that he was 
capable of thoroughly arousing a member of the opposite sex, he saw fit to 
find someone on his own, to develop a relationship with a beautiful woman 
apart from the kind of forced sex in which he had involved himself. He 
recognized the tremen- dous risks of seeking to obtain pleasure through 
intimidation, through placing a stocking mask over his face, then proceeding 
to rape a beautiful woman. 

He kept wondering just what would happen in his relationship with the 
lovely, dark-haired Mary Owens. He told himself that he was capable of 
attracting her. After all, look what he had done while he was wearing a 
stocking mask, he kept reminding himself. That had been an evening to 
remember, even though he knew he could no longer risk involving himself in 
sex in that particular way. He did not want to be caught and tried as a 
rapist. 

Glen climbed into his car and drove to Tarpon Springs. As he arrived in the 
Greek community, he observed the Greek names on the numerous shops and 
stores that constituted the main street of the small town. He then moved on 
to the main road, which led back to St. Petersburg. He traversed it for 
several miles, after which he came upon a flashing neon sign and a parking 
lot filled with automobiles. The sign flashed GUS'S in bright gold letters. 
He pulled his car to a stop, finding one of the last few available spots in 
the parking lot. He then walked into the crowded discotheque, observing the 
flashing lights that swirled overhead. His eyes took in the fascinating 
sight of scores of men and women, their bodies dancing with unrestrained 
glee under the piercing lights. 

He sat down at the end of the bar, ordering himself a Scotch on the rocks. 
His eyes scanned the dance floor carefully as he looked for the beautiful 
brunette. His stomach began to churn nervously as he thought about just what 
kind of an approach he would make to Mary Owens. As he watched how superbly 
some of the dancers were able to nimbly glide their bodies as they propelled 
them around on the dance floor, he wondered if he could make a good 
impression on this beautiful young woman at all. After ail, she had told him 
that she was impressed by dancing, and he had never been to a discotheque in 
his entire life. What was more, he feared that he would have great 
difficulty performing some of the fluid movements that the dancers were 
seemingly effortlessly able to execute on the crowded dance floor. 

As he sipped his Scotch, however, he realized that apparently Mary Owens was 
nowhere in sight. His eyes combed the crowded room and he was unable to see 
her at any of the tables, or at the bar at which he was sitting. 

Just maybe she wouldn't be there at all that particular evening, he 
realized. What was more, she might not have time to go there that 
frequently. Perhaps what she was telling him was that she enjoyed it 
whenever she got the chance, but that, what with school responsibilities 
weighing pressing-ly on her, she did not have occasion to visit Gus's all 
that often. - He was into his second Scotch and water when he observed the 
front door open. He cast his eyes appraisingly in that direction, then 
observed the impressive figure of the voluptuous young Mary .Owens as she 
strolled into the room. She wore a tight-fitting yellow skirt and matching 
blouse which showed off her figure to exquisite advantage. The moment that 
his eyes fastened in her direction, he felt his cock hardening and his heart 
tugging. Instinctively he wanted to jump into the nearest bed with beautiful 
Mary Owens, but yet, on the other hand, he was nervous about even 
approaching her. 

He watched as she sat down at a table not far from the dande floor. She 
waved to several people, giving Glen the idea that she was well known around 
Gus's. 

At one point a young man in a white, short-sleeved shirt walked over to her 
table. They chatted for several minutes, after which the young man moved on. 

As Glen continued to sip his Scotch, he observed another young, man approach 
the table of Mary Owens. He "saw the young man say something, then observed 
Mary emphatically shake her head. The young man's eyes dropped with 
disappointment and he walked away. 

Glen realized that if he was going to make a move at all, he had better do 
it right then and there. He gulped down the last few drops of his drink, 
then ordered another, after which he moved toward her table. 

As he approached Mary Owen's table, his heart pounded pulsatingly. 

"Oh, Mary, how are you?" he began nervously. 

Mary looked up with surprise, observing Glen standing before her, grinning 
crookedly. 

"Why Glen, how's it going?" she smiled tactfully. 

"Fine, just fine. Say, mind if I join you? Mind if buy you a drink?" 

"Well ... I suppose it would be all right," she responded hesitantly. 

Glen tried not to notice the diffidence in her response. Instead he sought 
to make the most of matters as he sat down quickly in a chair opposite hers, 
after which he summoned a cocktail waitress. 

"What'll you have?" the waitress asked. 

"I guess I'll have a Brandy Alexander," she said softly. 

"Scotch on the rocks," Glen said. 

As they sipped their drinks, Glen and Mary lapsed into an uncomfortable 
silence. Glen wanted so badly to talk to this beautiful young woman, but he 
realized that he had to do it On her level to succeed, and he wondered if he 
was capable of doing that. 

"Lots of fancy stepping out there," he said. 

"Oh, yeah," Mary nodded lackadaisically. 

"You know, I've never done anything like this before, but if you'd really 
like to," he gulped. "I mean, if you'd really like to, I'd get out there and 
dance with you. What do you think about it?" 

"Naw, let's just sit here and drink," she said. 

Glen's heart sank. He got the idea that this beautiful young woman wanted to 
be swept off her feet in a scene reminiscent of "Saturday Night Fever," but 
that he, indeed, was not the man to do it. 

About the time that they were finishing up their drinks, he observed Mary 
waving to someone in another corner of the room. Her eyes sparkled with 
instant recognition and she quickly bolted up from her chair. 

"Ricky, it's Ricky," she smiled broadly. 

"Who's Ricky?" a disappointed Glen asked. 

"Oh, he's quite a guy," she laughed. "One of the best dancers around here. 
And he's so cute. Excuse me, Glen. Nice talking to you and thanks for the 
drink." 

A crestfallen Glen Parsons watched as the beautiful brunette got up from the 
table and walked across the room, where she promptly embraced with a tall, 
slender, blond-haired young man. Glen got up from the table and walked past 
them, securing a spot in the darkened shadows of the room. He listened to 
their conversation. 

"Mary, baby, haven't seen you in awhile," Ricky said effortlessly. 

"I know. Where have you been?" 

"Haven't been able to get away, honey. Haven't been able to. Sorry about 
that." 

"The important thing is you're here right now." 

"Oh, yeah. You're not with anybody, are you?" 

"Free as a bird," she smiled, winking at Ricky. 

"That's great, honey. So am I." 

"That's good." 

"Then what're we waiting for? Let's get out there and shake up that dance 
floor." 

"I'm with you, Ricky. Oh, yeah, am I ever with you." 

Ricky reached out and ran his fingers over the velvety soft skin of the 
beautiful Mary Owen's face. Glen could see the sexual anxiety registering in 
his eyes. There was a smoldering intensity that was overtaking Ricky's 
entire body as he then leaned forward and delivered a soft, tender kiss to 
the lovely Mary's lips. 

He released his lips from hers, then took her by the hand and glided her 
through a maelstrom of swirling bodies to an empty spot on the dance floor. 
There they went to work, their bodies twisting and twitching as they danced 
to the loud, frenzied disco sounds. 

All the while a distraught Glen Parsons did a slow burn in a darkened corner 
of the room. At first he hated Ricky, but then, after realizing that he 
didn't even know the guy, he directed his animosity toward Mary. After all, 
Ricky had even asked her if she was with anybody and she had emphatically 
told him that she was as free as a bird. What a terrible thing to say, in 
view of the fact that he had bought her a drink and they had been sipping 
drinks together. All Ricky had to do was wave in her direction and the 
beautiful brunette immediately jumped up from her place, bidding Glen a 
quick good evening. 

Now he began to smolder in the same manner that he had before he decided to 
enter the dorm of Nancy Lewis. In his estimation Nancy had needed a lesson 
to be performed, and he had been willing to do it. Now he wondered if maybe 
he would have to do the same thing to this beautiful brunette, who had cast 
him off every bit as embarrassingly as had Nancy. He had told himself in the 
aftermath of his experience with Nancy Lewis that he could not afford to get 
involved in anything quite as risky as what he had done with the blonde, 
but, then again, opportunity was surfacing a second time. He knew where the 
beautiful young woman lived. She resided in a small apartment not far from 
the Medical Center where he worked. He remembered several times seeing her 
jogging in a park across the street from her apartment in the early evening 
when he was going to work. He recalled how magnificent she had looked in the 
white shorts she had been wearing, which revealed the firm, sensuous lines 
of her slender thighs, calves and ankles. 

He turned and walked angrily out of the disco. As he reached the door he 
turned around and took one last look at Mary, whose gyrating body continued 
to whip back and forth on the dance floor with Ricky. 

Throughout the ride back to his apartment, he remained in a sullen mood. 
This was one girl that he would just have to deal with in an emphatic 
manner. 

 Chapter Seven 

It was several nights later and Glen Parsons had another night off. 

He stood in the darkened shadows not far from the small apartment where the 
beautiful Mary Owens resided. He waited until it was past ten o'clock, after 
which he concluded that, more than likely, she was not going to be going out 
at all. That was exactly what he wanted. Now that she was confined to her 
apartment, and in that apparently there was nobody else inside with her, he 
could make a move. He thought about Ricky, wondering just how far they had 
gone the other night. He was certain that, considering the sparkle in her 
eyes, and considering the enthusiasm she had demonstrated upon seeing him, 
they probably had had sex. 

What Glen did not realize was Mary's situation with Ricky. Ricky, it turned 
out, was being supported by a wealthy divorcee who lived in a posh 
condominium in nearby Clearwater. The divorcee kept a fairly tight rein on 
him, and any time that Ricky was able to have sex with her, it was generally 
quick, back-seat stuff in his Seville, which had been given to him by his 
lover. 

It hurt Mary to have to take sex with a man she thought so much of in that 
kind of tawdry manner, but after several quick dances she had been so 
inflamed with wild anxiety that she felt compelled to obtain release 
somehow. So they had gone to his car, where they snuggled up in the back 
seat. 

The beautiful Mary had dropped promptly to her knees, reaching ^own and 
groping with her fingers, letting her trembling fingers slide against his 
zipper until his hard, rigid penis popped free. 

Ricky had extended his long, trim legs and pointed down toward the firm, 
resolute tip of his inflamed cock. 

"OOOHHH, GOOHHH, GO GET IT," he had grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, GO 
DOWN ON ME. YES, I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN ON ME. I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY PRICK. 
OOOHHH, YOU CAN DO IT. YOU CAN GET ME OFF. COME ON, SUCK ME." 

Ricky's voice tremored with urgency, but the beautiful brunette did not want 
to push things any faster than she had to, even considering the fact they 
were taking a chance by having back-seat sex in a parking lot. Her fingers 
reached out and curled along the nub end of his electricity-filled penis, 
which caused his body to dramatically twitch and twist. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE YOUR FINGER STROKES," he gulped. "HONEY, OOOHHH, 
KEEP ON PUMPING. KEEP THOSE FINGERS OF YOURS MOVING. HOW I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, 
HOW I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FINGERS ARE CLUTCHING, TWISTING, OOOHHH, JUST GET ME 
OFF. YOU CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, COME 
ON, OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF." 

Her fingers moved back and forth, grinding at a steady clip, continuing to 
move with accelerating urgency. With sweeping determination, she kept on 
manipulating with her quickly probing fingers, and as she did Ricky begged 
for still more. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA START FUCKING ME," he grunted. "COME ON, 
OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A SUCK ARTIST YOU ARE, OOOHHH, WHAT 
A COCK SUCKER." 

He reached out with his sweaty, trembling fingers and let them slide through 
the shimmering warmth of her raven-colored hair. She loved the idea of his 
totally dominating her, and as his piercing fingers pushed against her hair 
and clutched against her scalp, she slid her tongue downward and let it 
slide soothingly against the bloated warmth of his testicles. 

While her tongue proceeded to manipulate with snake-like earnestness against 
his warm balls, her fingers clutched and twisted as they projected sharply 
against the firmness of his scintillating, rubbery penis. 

"OOOHHH, GET ME OFF," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, CAN YOU SUCK 
COCK. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP GRINDING. YES, I NEED IT, I NEED IT, I NEED IT." 

His brisk, urgent commands served as music to Mary's sensitive ears. Her 
fingers ground with additional crispness and speed as they manipulated along 
the fleshy, elongated base of his stirring cock. While she continued to 
finger his lengthy organ, her tongue moved gracefully as it whipped back and 
forth against his leathery ball sacs. 

"OOOHHH, SUCK MY COCK," he finally begged. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT TO 
JUICE. OOOHHH, AHHHHH, I'M GONNA BE SPILLING. THE STUFF'S GONNA SPILL OUT OF 
MY PRICK. GO AHEAD, OHHHHH, SWALLOW IT ALL, I NEED IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I 
NEED IT." 

His body jackknifed back and forth, his buttocks sliding against the seat 
and his legs extending widely. For several moments he appeared almost ready 
to collapse on the floor, and his buttocks kept on clenching and unclenching 
as they ground against the seat while his lover removed her tongue from his 
testicles and let it proceed to grind against the full length of his firm, 
erect staff. 

"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he sighed. "YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, 
YOUR TONGUE'S DOING IT. IT'S WORKING SO NICE. OHHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, 
GET ME OFF. SUCK, OOHHHH, SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT, OOOOHHH, HOW NICE." 

His hips and ass cheeks twitched as her tongue cannonaded against the warmly 
resilient base of his inflamed cock. The faster that her pulsating tongue 
pushed and slid against the warmth of his long, inflamed phallus, the closer 
that she pushed him to the point of an exhilarating climax. He could feel 
the thundering waves of urgency in his cock and balls, which swirled with 
passion as he was pushed that much nearer to the state of a spine-tingling 
orgasm. 

Ricky shoved his body upward from the seat, pushing his piercing prick 
toward her, making it that much easier for her to glide her tongue up and 
down his inflamed tool. She clasped her lips tightly against the pistoning 
warmth of his hard, rangy cock as he was pushed that much nearer to the 
state of an ecstatic, thundering climax. 

Her fingers reached down and twisted sharply against the warmth of his 
agitated balls. He was moving that much closer to the state of climax, and 
she was longing for the moment when the thick, white juices would 
tempestuously flood her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M ITCHING ALL OVER," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP 
IT UP. GO AFTER MY PRICK, DARLING. OOOHHH, GO AFTER THE HOT JUICES. YES, 
OOOHHH, I'M GONNA EX- PLODE. OOOHHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE IN YOUR MOUTH. OH, 
YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT." 

She listened to the heavy, gasping sounds of his breath, which indicated how 
urgent things were at that moment in time. He reached out and let his 
fingers cling tightly to her scalp as he forced her over his mammoth cock 
head, and as her tongue continued to work in a spiralling volley of 
tempestuous desire, she tasted the first few droplets of his hot, white 
juice that jetted from the nub end of his enraged organ. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, CATCH IT, CATCH IT ALL," he sighed lengthily. "OOOHHH, 
OHHHH, I'M SHOOTING. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SPRAYING. YES, OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, IT'S SPRAYING OUT OF THE END OF MY PRICK. OOOHHH, IT'S SO EXCITING, 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

His buttocks rapidly twitched as he watched the hot, white juice escape in a 
furious volley from the tip of his frenziedly aroused pecker. Her tongue 
moved with savage determination and lascivious expectation as it ground back 
and forth, seeking to capture every hot, succulent droplet of his thick, 
gooey explosion. 

He listened to the satisfying sounds of her searing tongue as it slurped and 
slid, seeking to devour his precious juice as it catapulted from the end of 
his hard, driving cock and into her open, receptive mouth. 

She swallowed the final few droplets of his thick, white sperm stream, after 
which she removed her mouth from his cock. He patted her affectionately on 
top of the head. 

"This was a good one, honey," he told her, smiling brightly. "As a matter of 
fact, this is the best blow job you've ever given me." 

"What about the woman you're shacked up with?" she responded with a tinge of 
bitterness. "Does she give head like that?" 

"Honey, let's not go into that," he said, wincing painfully. 

"Okay, I'm sorry. I guess I did overstep my bounds." 

"Let's just forget it. Let's remember one thing. How beautiful a time we had 
tonight." 

"I guess you're right, darling. Yes, we have had a nice time." 

"And you got yourself a nice load of juice," he smiled. 

"I know. A high-protein drink." 

"That's for sure. The highest protein," he laughed, "if I do say so myself." 

"I guess anybody who could unload a'spray of sperm that's that thick and 
healthy has every reason to boast a little, if he wants to." 

"Not a boast, just joking, that's all." 

"I know. At any rate, it was good." 

"Yes, it was." He looked uncomfortably at his watch. "Sorry to have to say 
this, honey." 

"I know, I know," she promptly cut him off. "You've got to get back to 
Clearwater." 

"Yeah. I can't stay very long." 

"Okay. So when will I be seeing you again?" she asked, sliding her body 
upward, easing her knees up from the floor board. 

"It's hard to say," he shrugged. "I'm sorry that I can't give you any kind 
of specific answer, but you know how it is." 

"Oh, yeah, I know." 

Moments later she was standing there in the darkness of the parking lot 
watching her lover Ricky leave in his Seville. She stared at the rapidly 
disappearing car until it passed completely out of view and down the 
darkened road heading back to Clearwater. 

She couldn't help but cry a little, even though she tried not to. She 
angrily brushed some tears from her eyes, then climbed in her own 
automobile, driving back to Tampa, thinking about how frustrating things 
were in her relationship with Ricky. She thought the world of him, liked his 
style, loved the manner in which he danced, and, particularly, the way that 
his long, healthy cock was able to function. Even though they enjoyed only a 
few stolen moments together, she realized that she was willing to accept 
that type of arrangement, as unsatisfying as it was in the final analysis. 

As she drove toward Tampa, she kept telling herself just how big a fool she 
was. After all, Ricky had himself a nice set-up. He had met a woman at 
Gus's, a good looking blonde divorcee who had been married to a man who 
owned a number of prosperous fishing boats, one of the best lines in all of 
Florida. When they were divorced she received a4 favorable settlement that 
kept her in plenty of casn and in loads of luxury, including the 
fashionable,-r waterview condominium in the posh section of 

Clearwater. 

So Ricky had moved in with her, obligated to doing nothing more than 
satisfying the blonde divorcee's wishes. But that often involved long 
periods of time, particularly in the evenings, when Mary would have loved to 
have spent some time with Ricky. They were unable to go out on conventional 
dates, and instead, she was forced to just wait for him, to accept him on a 
temporary basis. 

Yes, there were other young men with whom she had become involved, but for 
some reason or other these associations did not seem to match the 
satisfaction that she felt from her association with Ricky. That put her in 
a terrible spot. There were scores of young men at Gus's Disco who would 
have given their right arms to associate with her on a regular basis, to 
have the opportunity to make love to her any night of the week, and 
preferably all of them, but she could not feel comfortable in any of those 
situations. She had also been offered lucrative opportunities to move in 
with men, some of whom were wealthy, but she had turned down every such 
offer. She could not feel independent tied to someone else in that manner. 
Had a young man like Ricky wanted to marry her, that would have been 
something else. But she emphatically rejected the notion of shacking up. 
Instead she would just plunge herself diligently into her school work, her 
dancing, and hope for the best from Ricky and whoever else happened to 
venture into her life. 

On this last occasion, however, she was left feeling rather morbid. The fact 
that she had enjoyed sex so much with Ricky made it all the more pain- fui 
to see him have to quickly drive off and return to his lover. How she wished 
that she could be sharing his evenings exclusively with him. Even though she 
did not know the rich, blonde divorcee, she could not help but feel jealous 
just thinking about her. Her money situation had put her in an advantageous 
spot as far as her relationship with Ricky was concerned. . 

 Chapter Eight 

His heart pounding rapidly, Glen Parsons adjusted the mask over his face. 

He reached into the pocket of his jacket, extracting the same fake gun that 
had aided him enormously in his rape and later conquest of the beautiful 
Nancy Lewis. He looked on both sides of him, observing no traffic or any 
sign of life. All that could be heard was a barking dog from several blocks 
away. 

Little did Glen Parsons know it, but the fates were intervening on his side 
on this occasion in a way that they had not been present with Nancy Lewis. 
In that situation he had had to knock on the door, but the beautiful 
brunette, Mary Owens, had been in a troubled state of mind most of that day. 

She kept thinking about her on-again, off-again, temporary romance with the 
only man in her life who really meant anything. The frustrations with Ricky 
had made it almost impossible for her to study, even though she had immersed 
herself in her textbooks in the privacy of the school library until darkness 
fell. 

After leaving the library, the beautiful brunette had climbed into her 
Volkwagen and driven to downtown Tampa, where she had stopped at a 
restaurant and ordered a pizza. After that, in an effort to shake her 
despondency, she drove along the bay front, examining some of the beautiful 
high-rise condominiums and apartment complexes. Not even the magnificent 
sight of the lights from the high-rises and the blue waters of the bay 
managed to resurrect her from her despondent state, however, and finally she 
decided to drive back to her apartment. 

She realized it, but Mary, trapped in a reverie of frustrating thoughts, had 
failed to lock her door after entering the apartment. She had gone from 
there into her bedroom, where she stretched out on the bed. 

The first thing that Glen did upon reaching the front door was to try it, 
just on the outside chance ] that maybe it would be open. Much to his 
delight and satisfaction it was. His heart pounded withd greater anxiety 
than ever as he eased the door open, then tiptoed inside the apartment 
itself. 

As he closed the door softly behind him, he observed only a single light on 
in the living room. He walked slowly into the living room, his eyes darting 
from side to side as he sought out Mary Owens. He failed to find her in the 
living room, after which he pushed on to the kitchen. He thought that 
perhaps she was having either a snack or a late dinner. He was incorrect in 
his assumptions. She was not in the kitchen either. 

Finally he thought he heard sounds in the bedroom. This was just too good to 
be true. If there was one thing he could have ordered in advance had he been 
given the opportunity, it was the beautiful body of Mary Owens confined to 
her own bed. 

As for Mary, she felt nervous and rattled. Her bedraggled brain had spun 
back and forth throughout the course of the whole day as she thought about 
the frustration of her romance with Ricky. She felt a slight headache, but 
not enough to actually make her feel ill, just enough to make her feel 
uncomfortable. 

It was a typically warm, balmy Tampa evening, and as she lay in her bed, she 
disdained wearing either pajamas or a negligee. Instead she was clad in 
filmy red bikini panties and a matching brassiere. 

As she lay there in the still darkness of her bedroom, she thought back once 
again to the quick but highly erotic sexual scene that had taken place uphe 
back seat of the handsome Ricky's car. She recalled how eagerly she had 
pumped with her swift, determined tongue as it worked around the base of his 
hotly erect penis. She recalled how eagerly his buttocks had twisted and 
swayed as he lay there gasping, awaiting his orgasm. How she wanted him 
right there with her at that moment. She wanted to be dominated by his 
stirring penis. Mary longed to be captivated by his hard, determined cock, 
whose meatiness she wanted to drive into the warm, inspiring wetness of her 
seething womb. 

Now Glen advanced, staring through the open crack leading to the bedroom. 
His cock hardened and his heart pulsated more quickly than ever as he stared 
at the ravishing figure of Mary Owens lying there in nothing more than hef 
scanty bikini panties and brassiere. He stared at the ripeness of her firm, 
alabaster flesh, and he desired to work his fingers under her brassiere and 
against the warm, inviting folds of her marshmailow-like breast flesh. 

Instead of bursting straight into the room, however, he decided to let 
himself get worked up by watching what was taking place. He observed the 
manner in which her sleek, white legs began to kick forward with unabated 
passion. Soon she was easing her panties down her legs, after which her 
fingers began to glide against the warmth of her already moist vagina. 

"Ohhh, too much," he whispered to himself. 

Soon he reached down and let his fingers pry open his trousers. Up and down 
his fingers spryly pumped against his penis as he watched the beautiful 
brunette lying there in the darkened bedroom, wearing no more than her 
wafer-thin panties and brassiere. A tickling brush of light fleecy pubic 
hair teased the tips of her fingers like a feather as she felt her pulse 
quicken until the blood raced in her temples. 

She wondered what her handsome friend Ricky was doing that very moment. It 
bothered her to think of the fact that he was more than likely being 
ravished by his sexy, blonde-haired friend, who was supporting him in grand 
style. She only wished that she had plenty of money so that she could entice 
Ricky away from the divorcee who had opened up her condominium to him and 
had provided him with plenty of money and a flashy car. 

The dark-haired beauty felt her breasts majestically swell as her chest rose 
and fell with the desperate tempo of her frenzied breathing. Her 
ever-hardening nipples scraped excitedly against the wispy material of her 
tight-fitting brassiere, which longed to be removed. 

As her eyes slowly opened, Mary Owens reached out behind her with restless, 
dangling fingers and probed quickly on her brassiere straps. After a few 
moments of anxious, nervous finger fumbling, the straps popped free and her 
brassiere bounced off of her, landing on the floor as her now-liberated, 
firm, white breasts enjoyed their newly won freedom by standing out in all 
their jutting, voluptuous ecstasy. 

His body trembled with accelerating passion and he listened to the sounds of 
increasingly heavier breath. Glen's fingers continued to methodically pump 
up and down against the full length of his hard, inflamed shaft. 

: As he kept on watching the beautiful brunette, iher fingers trembled with 
an ever swelling acute heed as they moved lightly through the downy softness 
of her pubic vee, while her fingers eased their way beneath her filmy 
panties and against the forbidden territory of her hungry womanhood. 

After running her fingers with ravenous desire against her wet, hungry slit 
for a few moments, the lovely brunette removed them, reaching out with both 
hands as her quiveringly alive fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband 
of her panties. Mary Owens let out a deep, fulfilling gasp, then tilted her 
sleek, white, curvaceous legs upward slightly as she slowly eased her crisp 
panties down them. They kept dropping with ever accelerating quickness until 
they reached her ankles. At that frenzied juncture the voluptuous brunette 
kicked them off, following which her eyes widened as she stared at her 
sizzling, hair-studded cleft. 

Now that the beautiful Mary was deliriously and nakedly alive with 
passionate desire, she raised her knees and opened her warm, pillarly thighs 
widely in anticipation of the exhilarating moment that was looming ever 
closer at hand. 

Glen kept watching wide-eyed through the crack in the door as the beautiful 
brunette's middle finger eased slowly and meticulously into the moist slit 
of her seething vaginal cauldron, edging closer to the nervous sensual pearl 
of her budding clitoris, the flaming node which itched with surging sensual 
desire. 

Her heart pounded thunderously and beads of perspiration began to surface on 
her forehead and down both legs as her lips parted and a sigh of pleasure 
rippled from her throat. 

"OOOHHH, HHHHMMMM," she gasped loudly, her body wiggling under the 
frantically rising crescendo of lust. 

Glen found himself forced to release his fingers from his hard, erect cock. 
If he had not he would have exploded right then and there, and if there was 
one thing he wanted it was to take advantage of this situation for purposes 
of education and stimulation, after which he would then make his move and 
attack this sensuous beauty in a wild and wonderful way. 

The sensuous brunette found the deliriously pulsing, tiny bud of her 
clitoris. Her smoothly gliding finger tips began to.softly and lightly 
caress it, fondling it like a precious jewel. 

The beautiful brunette's sleek, slender thighs splayed even further apart as 
her other hand dipped over the curve of her soft yet firm inner leg. Her 
stiffened middle finger wiggled its way engagingly into the fervent heat of 
her thin, hair-rimmed, seemingly, wet and dramatically alive pussy. Mary 
groaned loudly as her plunging finger, rigid like the hard, uncompromising 
prick that she was fantasizing about and needed so badly, moved into the 
sloshing, clasping, wet grip of her desire-filled, inflamed fissure. 

Mary's electrified fingers began to move faster now and the gurgling moan of 
torrid arousal that escaped the voluptuous beauty's lips grew louder until 
it became an incessant humming whimper of mewlish animal excitement while 
her entire body became increasingly heated with wanton lust. ". "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHHHHH," she moaned throatily as her i ripe, shapely, 
white buttocks jerked back and forth and her fingers slashed with lewd 
moistness as they slithered repeatedly over the passion-engorged node of her 
craving clitoris and into the clinging, warm depths of her hot, palpitating, 
moist, pink cuntal channel. 

As Mary continued to moan softly, she felt the trim shapely halves of her 
alabaster-toned buttocks clench and unclench as she ground down with acute 
waves of hunger against the mattress beneath her squirmingly alive young 
body. Her breath came in shallow, gasping spurts as the swelling passion 
within her aching loins welled into a torrent of whirling, deafening sensual 
desire. 

She sighed once more and let her wiggling hips writhe with ever searing 
acute need as she felt the unquenched passions gnaw with insistent heat at 
her insides like a runaway prairie fire raging out of control. 

The delirious Mary's eyes rolled as she held her breath, then let out one 
loud last gasp as the surging need rose with resounding desire. The 
splattering juices then tempestuously sprayed from her sizzling slit, 
splashing in a torrent of wild, unmitigated sensual fury down her legs, 
forming a slippery tributary while she threw her head back and moaned once 
more. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW GOOOOD, HOW GOOOD, HOW GOOOOD," she gulped. 

As her wet fingers slowly drew back from her squishy cunt, the dark-haired 
beauty looked up suddenly and was quickly jolted into speechlessness. 

Her body suddenly stiffened as she kept staring ahead, her throat caught in 
what seemed to be a vise-like grip. 

 Chapter Nine 

While the shapely beauty had been in the throes of climax, her darting hips 
and flinging white buttocks moving back and forth while the juices spurted 
from her pussy, Glen had made his move. 

He stood there next to the bed, and Mary lay stretched out on her back, her 
eyes wide with terror as she stared at not one but two guns pointing at her. 
One of them was the phony hand gun that the masked man held in his right 
hand, which she thought to be real. The other was his booming penis, which 
jutted forward with great urgency from between his legs. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT'S HAPPENING?" she shrieked. 

"Quiet down, bitch," he snarled, his voice becoming instantly booming in the 
manner that it had when he had visited Nancy Lewis. 

"I've hardly got any money. As a matter of fact, I'm almost broke. Oh, 
please, I'm sorry, but I'm just a student." 

"There are other things in life than money," he laughed fiendishly. 

"Oh, please, I beg of you. Please, let me alone." 

"Listen, bitch, from the way that that hot ass of yours was moving around on 
that bed and from the way that your fingers were shoving into your pussy, I 
can see that you need some action. You need a man and here I am, the answer 
to your dreams." 

Mary began to loudly sob. Her arms and legs trembled as she looked up at the 
masked intruder pleadingly. 

"Oh, please, please leave me alone," she said. "I mean, I'm not out to hurt 
you. I'm not gonna call the police. I'm not gonna tell them that you've been 
watching me. Just let me alone. It's been a hard day. Honestly it has. Oh, 
please, let me alone." 

"I don't think you're in a position to tell me anything." 

"Oh, no, I'm not telling you. I'm asking. Oh, please, I'm asking, I'm 
pleading with you." 

"Knock that crap off," he snarled. "I'm here for a little nooky. I'm here to 
ravish you like you've never been ravished before." 

"Please, don't do it to me." 

"You might be complaining now, but you're not gonna be complaining later. 
I've got what it takes to give you exactly what you need." 

Glen continued to hold the gun pointed toward the beautiful, terrified 
brunette. He eased himself down against the bed, extending his legs, then 
gesturing toward his long, flowing phallic tool. 

"COME ON, GET DOWN THERE AND PLAY WITH IT," he grunted. "PLAY WITH MY PRICK. 
COME ON, MOVE YOUR FINGERS UP AND DOWN IT. YEAH, AAAHHH, I WANT YOU TO PLAY 
WITH IT." 

He watched with great excitement, his aroused prick standing ever so proudly 
as the beautiful brunette reached out diffidently with her quivering right 
hand and allowed it to begin tugging on the nub end of his firm, turgid 
organ. 

Glen nodded happily as her fingers toyed with the spongy tip of his 
sensation-dominated, bulging tool, and the longer that her fingers 
manipulated against his hard, responsive organ, the better he enjoyed it 
until, finally, he realized that that part of the activity lay behind them. 

"Okay, you can let go now," he said. 

With that, she released her fingers from his cock. Glen shoved his phony gun 
into his jacket pocket. 

"Let this be a warning to you," he said. "I can pull this thing out of there 
faster than you. Not only that, but I'm very quick on the trigger. Both 
ways. With my prick and with that hand gun. I'm just warning you, honey. I 
don't want any guff. You follow me?" 

"Oh, please, just let me alone." 

"Like helll will. I'm gonna climb all over you, and you're gonna enjoy the 
climbing." 

With that he instinctively reached out and let his arms firmly encircle her 
trembling, white body. He kissed her again and again, each time with the 
fervent eagerness of a school boy. He could feel his already turgid prick 
stiffening some more as his lips pushed against the ripe, sensuous lips of 
the beautiful brunette. At first Mary's body remained stiff and 
unresponsive, but soon she could not help but feel certain pangs of 
excitation flow through her body as he kept on pushing his lips with 
charging determination against hers. 

As he removed his lips from Mary's, he pointed once again down toward his 
cock. 

"Come on, get down there and play with it again," he ordered her. 

He watched with unabounded joy as Mary's fingers closed tightly around the 
blood-heated length of his male battering ram. She began to pump it 
arousingly with her trembling, excited fingers as he reached around the 
curvaceous swell of her steadily wiggling hips and grabbed a soft, smooth 
handful of her white bottom cheeks. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT AN ASS," he moaned throatily as she continued to 
stroke his tempestuous male member while it continued to swell and stiffen 
in her energetic grasp. "DAMNED, OOOHHH, WHAT A HOT BUTT. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL 
ASS." 

His pistoning fingers reached out and squeezed her firm, flowing ass cheeks 
for several long minutes, and all the while the shivering brunette felt 
every pore of her intruder's hot maleness press into the hollow of her still 
trembling, now sweaty palm. 

The blood from Glen's torrid loins pulsed along the secreted veins of his 
hungry cock, filling it with passion-stirred heat until it felt like a 
red-hot poker in her firm, anxious grip, as her fingers continued to swelter 
with overwhelming desire. 

With increasing eagerness the brunette began to pump her fist rigidly up and 
down along the hardening flesh of Glen's steely erection. She felt 
especially wicked and strange as she rolled a little to the side while her 
intruder gently rubbed the soft curve of her buttocks. His fingers slipped 
easily into the hollow between her supple, well-tapered thighs as her hips 
twitched with wild excitation. 

Mary Owens was beginning to truly wonder just what was getting into her. In 
spite of the fact that she was still appalled by the intrusion of this 
terrible man, and the manner in which he had thrust a gun at her, there was 
something strangely charismatic about him that prompted her to respond with 
vigor and excitement to the captivating sexual activity at hand. 

With great swiftness she found herself opening her legs shamelessly as an 
animalish mewl of wanton surrender gurgled from her lusting lips while her 
lover's surging fingers electrically began to brush the jewel-like bud of 
her clitoris, hidden in the soft, fleecy black curls of her stunning pubic 
forest. 

Her hand kept pumping all the while against his extended shaft harder and 
faster as the rising heat of her inflamed passions drove her to the brink of 
actually desiring that this wild masked man rape her. Suddenly it wasn't 
even enough for her to be content with just a regular fuck. No, with all the 
strange, bizarre happenings that had taken place in her life recently with 
Ricky, and all of the frustrations that she encountered concerning that 
relationship, all she could think of was going all the way, yielding to her 
wild impulses, letting this strange, extremely weird intruder do his thing. 

The blood rushed to Glen Parsons's head and he became totally consumed with 
overpowering desire to sadistically dominate this beautiful brunette. Once 
again he thought about the way that she had quickly jumped up from her chair 
and greeted Ricky, excusing herself from him and forgetting as if he even 
existed. If there was one thing he would not tolerate from either Mary Owens 
or Nancy Lewis, or any other beautiful woman that he encountered, it was to 
be shunted, to be tossed aside for somebody else, to be treated as if he 
didn't exist. One way or another he would show Mary that he most certainly 
did exist, and that he could outperform her friend Ricky in every way, shape 
and form. 

He drew both hands back, allowing them to land with heavy, thudding impact 
as they made firm contact with Mary's ass flesh. There was something 
deliciously and deliriously beautiful in the sensual loud popping sound that 
emanated from the brisk contact of his sturdy hands slapping against her 
firm, white ass globes. 

As he looked down at the beautiful brunette's now trembling hillocks of 
sensuous ass flesh he could already see a reddening from the decisive, crisp 
contact that he had brought to bear with his bristling fingers. 

"Tell me you like it," he grunted pantingly. "Come on, tell me you want some 
more." 

"OOOHHH, OHHH, I DO LOVE IT," she sighed. "YOU'RE TOO MUCH-, OOOOHHH, I 
DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT THE WAY YOU'RE DOMINATING ME, OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I CAN'T BELIEVE ANY OF THIS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, 
THIS IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, MUCH TOO MUCH." 

He shoved his hands back even further than before, letting them land with 
solid, ringing impact as they came into steady contact with the warmth of 
her twitching buttocks. He listened to the crackling sounds of his fingers 
as they imbedded themselves deeply against the fleshy furrows of her ripe 
hillocks of flesh, and now the blotches of redness stood out with much 
greater emphasis than before, but through it all she kept on begging him to 
continued to dominate her. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE A WILDMAN," she grunted. "BUT YET, OOOHHH, I CAN'T 
SEEM TO GET ENOUGH. OOOHHH, MY DARLING, MY DARLING, MY DARLING, TAKE CHARGE 
OF ME. YES, OOOHHH, I NEED A MAN LIKE YOU, SOMEBODY WHO KNOWS THE SCORE, 
SOMEBODY WHO CAN THOROUGHLY DOMINATE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD. 
IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL." 

Glen's heart began to pump and pound more wildly than ever as his 
unmitigated lusts seized him with sparks of searing excitement. His fingers 
kept slamming unrestrainedly against her buttocks time and again, landing 
with stinging impact and devastating authority as the beautiful brunette 
enjoyed the measure of pleasure-pain being meted out to her by this wild and 
unrestrained men who had entered her apartment and forced himself on her at 
gunpoint. 

When he finally finished with the devastating ass slaps, Mary closed her 
hand once more over the bulbous, purplish tip of his excited penis as she 
kept on deftly sliding her fingers against the rubbery tip of his enormous 
hard-on. 

The harder that the brunette beauty squeezed, the more acute the torrid 
sensations became that rippled within the turgid dimensions of Glen's 
tingling instrument, which he desired to turn loose with every ounce of 
animal fury that he could possibly release. 

The longer that the stimulating activity continued, the more apparent it 
became to Glen that it was not just enough to fuck Mary Owens. No, that 
wasn't enough. He had to dominate every ounce of her quivering, delicious 
erotic alabaster form, which was now stained with beads of perspiration. 

The panting intruder reached out and made a hungry, tenacious grab for the 
sensuous brunette's firm, ripe buttocks. His fingers tightly squeezed 
against the reddened folds of flesh which he had earlier stung with his 
devastating slaps. At that moment he could think of only one thing, driving 
his hard, emblazoned, thick shaft into the warm, wet recesses of her 
inviting pink slit. 

He shoved his stiff, blood-engorged member forward, letting it penetrate 
inside the warm, tight, inviting damp orifice of beautiful Mary Owens as 
their bodies blended in mutual passion. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A PUSSY, WHAT A WILD CUNT," he gulped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, YOU 
BITCH, OOOHHH, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH. COME ON AND FUCK UP TO ME. AAAHHH, 
OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS. COME ON, SCREW ME BACK, 
SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK UP, FUCK UP, FUCK UP." 

The beautiful brunette let out a loud groan as her intruding lover's stiff 
erection surged in a single spearing upthrust deep inside the lusty inferno 
of her squirming belly. Her skin* tingled as spasm upon spasm of convulsive 
passion rippled through her flesh like an electric current. 

Her eyes closed and a thin beaded line of perspiration gleamed on her 
furrowed brow as she brushed her raven-colored hair aside and began to 
sensuously glide her body up and down along the stiff length of his turgid 
prick. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a moaning whine 
escaping her lips each time she lifted her ripe ass globes with her taut 
thigh muscles and let herself sink again with lusty, searing enjoyment, 
impaled against the straight-up hardness of his firm erection as it tunneled 
and rippled tightly into the passion-heated depths of her overwhelmed cunt. 

Yes, her movements might have been slow in the beginning, but it did not 
take long before she began to fully respond to every swift, piston-like stab 
that his thoroughly emblazoned tool sent forth as he pushed it against the 
wet, clinging warmth of her seething cuntal channel. 

Glen held his lover's hips tightly, his fingers pulling sharply at the 
fleshy nether cheeks of her firm, ripe ass as his bludgeoning prick 
movements carried his skewering instrument ever deeper into her ravaged 
belly. 

He was fucking the beautiful Mary so hard that she felt wincing waves of 
pain from his quick, sharply intruding cock movements, but she was not about 
to in any way complain. She liked the sensations she was receiving, pain and 
all, and her writhing hips amply attested to that fact as they swirled back 
and forth while she received the quick, plunging stabs of his hard, grinding 
peter. 

She hissed lasciviously as Glen lifted his head and kissed her with flaming 
arousal on the crinkly pink softness of her ripe nipple. Her firm, rounded 
breast tingled to the touch of his lips, and immediately, upon removing them 
from her nipple, he reached out with his tongue and let it flick eagerly 
against her emblazoned nipple as she heaved a deep gasp, barely able to 
comprehend all that was happening to her as her head swam with drunken-ing 
lust and she continued to feel the searing waves of pleasure-pain in her 
moist cuntal passage from the savage procession of slashing, seething cock 
stabs that Glen's speedily and unswervingly delivered. 

Mary loved listening to the loud, almost desperate gasps that emanated from 
his throat as he kept on sighing, his swaying body propelling itself with 
tumultuous desire as he ripped and slashed with his torpedoing cock, which 
pushed and blasted its way into the wet warmth of her fiery female fissure. 

Suddenly his wanton lover and enriching brunette beauty found herself being 
carried away more noticeably than ever as she mewled animalishly and gritted 
her teeth. Mary suddenly began to move her sleek hips and firm ripe buttocks 
up and down with such frantic urgency that her pursuing lover could barely 
breathe as her crotch ground heatedly toward his abdomen again and again 
under the relentless flood tide of his piercing prick attack. He kept 
grunting and gasping, his face reddening and his eyes widening with 
increasing lust. His nostrils flared as he kept on pounding his huge, meaty 
muscle into his lust-crazed lover, her breasts jiggling against his chest as 
he kept pushing forward. The beautiful brunette worked her searing buttocks 
up and wildly down with amazing fervor, grunting and moaning like a banshee. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP ON 
FUCKING ME," she gasped with great fervor. "OOOHHH, KEEP BLASTING ME. YES, 
OHHHH, FUCK ME, COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. DARLING, 
OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR PRICK. I WANT YOUR HOT, JUICY PRICK. I WANT YOU TO GIVE 
ME A PRICK BATH. I WANT YOUR JUICES TO EXPLODE. OOOHHH, THEY'RE GONNA 
EXPLODE IN MY PUSSY, TELL ME, TELL ME, TELL ME THEY ARE." 

"They are," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, I can see you're turning on. I told you 
you would." 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO RIGHT," she sighed. "I WAS SO CRAZY, SO NAIVE, OOOHHH, 
AND I WAS SO AFRAID. COME ON, DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK ME. YES, OHHHH, BLAST 
AWAY. DOMAINTE ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." 

Finally Mary Owens was able to dismiss Ricky, at least for the moment. 

 Chapter Ten 

Glen continued to take charge of the action as he grunted and clenched his 
fingers tightly against the smooth, ripe nether cheeks of Mary Owens's 
flailing ass. 

All the while the heavily panting Glen kept pounding his relentlessly 
piercing tool deep inside her, driving it solidly and with prompt certitude 
as he propelled himself closer to the lusty moment when the thick, white 
droplets of splashing sperm would torpedo thunderously from the end of his 
steadily rampaging cock and into her thoroughly dominated mound. 

His heart continued to pound pulsatingly as he listened to her loud hissing 
sounds. The beautiful Mary then entwined her silky smooth legs around his 
sweat-dampened body as the juices were inevitably forced to splash from her 
thoroughly exhilarated cunt. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M GUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, IT'S SHOOTING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, MILK ME DRY, DARLING. I DON'T KNOW 
WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOU, BUT, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE 
YOUR BLASTING COCK, THE WAY YOU SLASH WITH IT, THE WAY YOU PLUNGE IT INSIDE 
ME. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE." 

He laughed with delirious delight as he listened to the gasping sounds of 
the rapidly orgasming beauty as her jiggling breasts bounced with unflagging 
energy and her buttocks tossed about resiliently against the mattress 
beneath her warmly succulent body. 

The procession of torrid movement continued without let-up as the inflamed 
Glen kept devastating his lover's exploding cunt with his stiff, pulsating 
cock thrusts. As she lifted her warm buttocks and met his stinging attack 
headon, the juices exploding from her smooth, silky slit all the while, he 
felt the great white waves of heat grip his stiff cock and lust-bloated 
balls as the flood tide of thick, white, orgasmic sperm was set to skyrocket 
from the end of his rock hard, thunderous cock. 

Glen delivered several more piercing slaps to the beautiful Mary's reddened 
ass cheeks, causing her to let out a throaty moan of pleasure-pain while his 
semen-coated cock kept blasting forward into the tight inner reaches of her 
dewy slit in the immediate j aftermath of her captivating, wild explosion. 1 

"OOOOHHH, DARLING, YOU'RE HURT- | ING ME AND I LOVE IT," she gasped loudly. 
J "OOOHHH, DAMNED, OHHHH, CAN YOU ! EVER DOMINATE. CAN YOU EVER DOMINATE ME. 
YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT." 

"How do I stack up alongside some of the other guys that have fucked you?" | 

''You can't be beaten," she told him. ' 'Darling, * I 've had dominant men 
stick their pricks inside me, but nobody can touch you. Yes, what a man you 
J are. Can you ever fuck. Can you ever drive your 1 hard prick." I 

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that," he laughed. "Let's hear some more 
encouragement. Tell me you want to be my bitch." 

"OOOHHH, YES, I'M YOUR BITCH, YOUR BITCH, YOUR PERSONAL BITCH," she mewled 
animalishly. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. YES, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK. 
HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT . YOUR FLINGING PRICK INSIDE ME. DARL- 1 ING, KEEP 
IT GOING. OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR MALE LIQUID. I WANT IT ALL SPILLING INSIDE ME. 
YOU CAN DO IT, MY DEAR. I YES, YOUR COCK CAN REALLY FUCK ME. ij 

OOOHHH, BLAST AWAY, DARLING, REALLY BLAST AWAY." 

Mary flung her hips spiritedly back and forth a few more times, letting them 
race as she prepared to receive his hot, uncompromising male liquid, which 
was ready to topple from the end of his steaming peter. 

The emblazoned inferno stored up between Glen's steadily twisting legs was 
moving ever nearer a tumultuous reality as his sharply spearing fingers 
reached down and began to imbed themselves sharply and piercingly against 
Mary's restless breasts while her body rocked back and forth in a whirlpool 
of unceasing lust. All the while his thundering cock kept battering 
relentlessly into the wetness of her hair-fringed fissure. 

His lust-bloated balls moved to an ever-rising crescendo of impassioned heat 
and ultimately the thick, splashing juices just had to spray from the nub 
end of his feverish, inflamed prick. His scalding hips twisted and turned as 
he watched the spewing droplets of thick, white cream spray pro-lifically 
from the end of his stiff, blue-veined spear, which continued to assault his 
lover with devasting vigor. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, TAKE CHARGE OF ME," she gulped. "COME ON, OHHHH, FUCK ME. 
YES, EXPLODE, OOOHHH, EXPLODE, DARLING. HOW I WANT ALL OF YOU INSIDE ME. 
OOOHHH, WHAT A SCREW, WHAT A SCREW, WHAT A GLORIOUS SCREW." 

The raven-haired beauty hissed, her flailing hips bouncing and thudding 
repeatedly against the mat- tress, creating loud, devastating, thumping 
sounds. 

"OOOHHH, HANG IN THERE, OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING," he gasped. 

"I KNOW IT IS. OHHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S DELICIOUS, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, 
OOOHHH, DARLING, BABY, CAN YOU FUCK," the brunette moaned throatily as her 
twisting, velvety moist vagina was flooded by the onrushing tide of hot, 
spewing, white sperm from the end of his stiffly commanding prick. 

When the final few droplets of onrushing peter juice had descended from the 
end of his flowing instrument, everything became tense and still. At first 
the sounds of Glen's heavy breathing could be heard until, finally, silence 
reigned in the darkened room. 

It was not until the brunette beauty looked over at the sight of the 
intruding stranger as he lay stretched out on his back, resting in the 
immediate aftermath of their wild, bold escapade, that she began to 
recognize the incredulity of all that had happened. Here was a man who was a 
rapist. At least he started out a rapist. Now there was indeed a legal as 
well as a moral question as to whether he had actually raped her. Perhaps at 
the outset there had been a lack of consent on her part, but Mary Owens was 
fair-minded enough to recognize that in the final analysis it appeared she 
was not only consenting, but was doing so in a most emphatic manner. 

As she shut her eyes momentarily, beautiful Mary was able to relive the 
spine-tingling moment when the gushing fountain, the steaming geyser of 
thick, white sperm had cascaded from the end of her lover's devastating, 
cream-filled prick and had - flooded the clasping heat of her feverish 
vagina. Unyieldingly he had battered her with his lust-bloated prick until 
the seething semen had fully expended itself inside her. She could feel a 
soreness in her velvety womb from where his knife-like stabs had unceasingly 
penetrated her. She had been bludgeoned by stiff, sturdy cocks before, but 
nobody could match this rampaging wildman, not even Ricky, the man over whom 
she had been doing so much brooding. 

As for Glen, he could not have been more pleased over the manner in which 
this beautiful woman had responded to him. He recalled how bitter he had 
been that evening at Gus's Disco when the beautiful brunette Mary had 
chucked him so rapidly for another man. As a matter of fact, she had not 
even realized that she was giving him the brush-off. He was just somebody 
with whom she had had a drink, and now it was time to get up and visit with 
a man for whom she had some feeling. If only she knew, he thought, and he in 
certain ways wished that he could have told her just who he was, but he was 
afraid to do so. After all, even though she appeared to be contented at this 
moment in time, he knew how fleeting feelings could be, and that maybe, even 
a few minutes after he left, she could take a completely different attitude 
and consider him to be nothing other than a brutal rapist. 

She lay there drowsily for several more moments. Mary Owens closed her eyes 
momentarily, then reopened them, and as she did she observed the manner in 
which he was mmanipulating his fingers fervently up and down the full length 
of his steely, pulsating prick. 

"Just look at my hard dick," he said. "I'm so proud of this. Oh, damned, I 
love it." 

"You love your own prick?" 

"I love what it can do. I love the idea of using it as a battering ram and 
treating a bitch like you just the way that she deserves to be treated." 

"I get the feeling that you don't have much respect for women." 

"I know how to handle them," he laughed. "That's what it's all about, honey. 
If I started treating you like you were some kind of royalty or something, 
that would be pretty damned stupid. I'm treating you like you're a woman and 
that's exactly the way you want to be treated. A woman and a bitch. A bitch 
in heat. Somebody who needs to be fucked and knows exactly who's capable of 
doing it." 

"You really are some kind of incredible man." 

"Okay, here's what I'm gonna do," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna let you reach out 
and grab hold of my cock. I want to feel those tight, probing fingers of 
yours as they work up and down the full length of my prick. And just look at 
it. It's just about up to where it was before." 

"Yes it is. You have remarkable recuperative powers, Mr. Mysterious 
Intruder." 

"Yes, I do." 

"Are you gonna tell me your name?" 

"I'm not gonna tell you a damned thing. I've shown you my prick and that's 
really all that counts." 

"You place a very high value on sex, apparently." 



"Obviously, judging by my performance level. You seem to place a pretty high 
value on it yourself, judging by the way that you've reacted." 

"Yes, so true, so very true." 

"So reach out and grab hold of my prick. Come on, I want you to run your 
fingers up and down my sledgehammer. Oh, yeah, I want to feel those warm, 
beautiful fingers. I want to feel then grabbing hold of my long dick and 
moving up and down it. Come on, let's really go to work. Really move those 
fingers." 

"Okay. You asked for it. I'll give it to you." 

"Come on, request performance, I want you to . play with my prick." 

His legs twitched with mounting anticipation as he released his fingers from 
his sturdy organ. He watched as the beautiful brunette let her fingers 
fasten tightly against his blue-veined stiffness. He grunted and gasped, his 
body continuing to twitch and sway as he watched her fingers move with 
stirring anxiety up and down the long, bloated surface of his inflamed 
phallic tool. 

"OOOOHHH, OOOOHHH, THAT'S NICE," he nodded eagerly. "COME ON, OHHHHH, I WANT 
YOU TO KEEP PUMPING. COME ON, JUST MOVE YOUR FINGERS UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. 
THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT. OOOHHH, THAT'S MY KIND OF ACTION." 

"You're really turning on fast." 

"OOOHHH, YES," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GET DOWN THERE AND PLAY WITH MY 
BALLS, TOO. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR FINGERS CARESSING MY NUTS." 

She followed his every command, reaching down with both hands and letting 
her fingers glide smoothly with temptestuous ecstasy against the warmth of 
his crinkly, inflated testicles. As she moved her fingers crisply against 
his scrotum, he felt even greater waves of wild anticipation throughout his 
whole body. He knew that it would not be long before he would have to 
explode again. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, BACK TO MY COCK NOW," he exclaimed. "COME ON, AAAHHH, WORK 
YOU FINGERS UP AND DOWN IT. I LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, FINGER MY PRICK." 

He watched the way her diligent fingers went to work as they cascaded up and 
down the erect surface of his inflated tool. Several quick strokes later, he 
could see that his steaming penis had regained its former hardness. It stood 
with towering, ominous presence, a message as to what she could expect in 
the immediate future from him. 

"Okay, you can turn loose now," he said. "We're ready to go into round two." 

"Considering what you gave me before, I can't imagine what you might do for 
an encore," Mary shook her head with confusion, thoroughly unable to 
understand this perplexing man with the mask. 

"I'm always ready for an encore," he proudly announced. "Just wait, honey, 
because you're gonna get it. Yes, you're gonna get some beautiful action 
from me." 

 Chapter Eleven 

Glen's eyes became thoroughly hypnotized by the ripe firmness of the 
beautiful Mary's ass globes which had ground concentrically against the 
mattress beneath her during the course of the cunt fuck which he had so 
skillfully delivered. . The longer that he let himself stare fixedly at the 
voluptuous beauty of her smooth, trim, ivory ass cheeks, the more ferocious 
the desire that began tof smolder within him as to just what he needed at 
this particular point. 

' 'Play with yourself,'' he laughed.'' I want to see you bring yourself 
off." 

"Whatever you say, lover," she replied! 

Glen's eyes widened with aroused interest as he observed the beautiful Mary 
reach down and let her fingers glide stirringly against her fleecy pubic 
vee. After she worked herself up through vigorous finger contact against her 
raven-colored pubic tresses, she gradually worked her fingers inside the 
sweltering confines of her juicy pink orifice. ' As she ground her fingers 
with mounting quickness against her rapidly intensifying cunt, the brunette 
beauty let out a loud gasp, hurling her flowing hips back and forth quickly 
and letting her firmly jutting breasts bounce with unrestrained joy and 
accelerating passion. 

"OOOHHH, BABY, BABY, OHHHH, THIS REALLY TURNS ME ON," she sighed as her hips 
and ass cheeks jerked with sizzling ecstasy as she rubbed her excited 
clitoris and generated more friction between her trembling legs. "OOOHHH, 
I'VE GOTTA BE GUSHING, YES, MY DEAR. OHHHH, I GUESS THIS IS TURNING YOU ON 
WATCHING, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD." 

"Damned right it turns me on," he laughed. "You haven't seen my cock come 
down any, have you?" 

"Oh, no, not at all." 

"You're not gonna, either. Not when I'm around you. Not when I can take a 
look at this pink little pussy of yours that's ready to ignite." 

-His eyes moved between her salacious pink womb and her rapidly twisting, 
alabaster ass cheeks. He kept on staring at her as her legs twisted more 
quickly than ever and she sent her fingers deep inside the seething wet 
confines of her juicy, pink vaginal flesh as a full-fledged orgasm impended. 

A few dazzling strokes later, the brunette beauty let out a guttural mewl 
and jerked her sleek, white legs with passionate conviction as the stirring 
flood tide of pussy juice started to splash ecstatically from her blazing 
mound, spraying delectably against her legs as she closed her eyes and 
gritted her teeth. 

"Oh, damned, if that won't get a guy's pecker up and keep it there then 
nothing will," he exclaimed, laughing loudly. 

Glen observed the steadily pendulous vibration of the beautiful brunette's 
still-rotating fleshy white ass cheeks, and his first move was to reach down 
and grab hold of them firmly, pinching them with commanding force until Mary 
Owens let out a guttural mewl. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, YOU'RE HURTING ME, AND I LOVE IT," she exclaimed 
in a loud, triumphal tone. "I ABSOLUTELY DON'T BELIEVE THIS. I NEVER THOUGHT 
I WANTED TO BE DOMINATED THIS WAY, BUT I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I SEEM TO LOVE 
EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN GIVE ME. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, DOES THIS FEEL GOOD. IT 
FEELS GREAT THE WAY YOU'RE MANHANDLING ME. KEEP IT UP, OOOHHH, DOMINATE ME, 
DOMINATE ME, REALLY DOMINATE ME." 

Responding quickly to her loud plea, the thoroughly attentive Glen Parsons 
continued pinching and stabbing with his resolute fingers for a few more 
minutes against the smooth crevices of his lover's warm ass flesh, following 
which he finally released his fingers. By then he was ready to reach out and 
slap against her still-reddened ass cheeks, enjoying the loud popping sounds 
that he produced with the crisp, roaring impact of his fingers as they 
collided with her waiting buttocks, which rocked tumultuously from the 
stinging impact of his crunching slaps. 

"OOOHHH, OOHH, ARE YOU EVER TAKING CHARGE," she gulped. "OHHHHHH, HONEY, A 
LITTLE MORE OF THAT AND I'LL BE ORGASMING. I'LL BE JUICING RIGHT HERE AND 
NOW. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU." "You really know how to 
react," he laughed. "I told you that you'd love this. I told you you'd love 
what I'm gonna do to you." 

By then Glen had become thoroughly mesmerized by the erotically inspiring 
sight of the beautiful brunette's hairless slit, which twitched and writhed 
with acute need. His fingers reached out and grabbed her smoothly rounded 
ass orbs as he pushed his hot, wet, scarlet tongue forward, eager to let it 
pierce its way ecstatically inside the squirming beauty's anal ring. Mary's 
legs tightened and she let out a loud swoon as her intruding lover daringly 
pushed his warm, scintillating red tongue up between her sleekly rolling 
buns and let it slide with burning conviction into the intimate warmth of 
her asshole, taking her totally by surprise and causing her entire body to 
vibrate with the same type of violent, spasmodic activity that had taken 
place when she had fingered herself off only a few minutes earlier. His 
quickly spearing tongue kept on charging forward, burying itself ever deeper 
between the smooth walls of her twisting ass cheeks as he made searing 
contact with her sizzling pink anus. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS LICKER," she passionately gushed. "OHHHH, WHAT 
A SURPRISE, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO FULL OF SURPRISES, OHHHH, I CAN'T 
BELIEVE IT, OOOHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT." 

His burning pursuit of Mary's agitated asshole continued for a few more 
quick strokes. When he removed his tongue from her sensation-ridden anus, he 
reached out with his right index finger and let it decisively plunge high 
and deep inside her devastated anal passage. 

He jerked his finger back and forth, letting it surge with uninhibited joy 
as he sliced it deep inside Mary's twisting, lust-crazed ass as he smiled 
with satisfaction, happy that his movements were achieving such a positive, 
spontaneous reaction. 

His sharply pressing finger surged thunderously onward, pursuing its way 
with forbidden, lascivious desire until he rammed it against her anal ring. 
Soon the brunette beauty began reacting by mewling with animalish frenzy, 
feeling waves of pain from his thundering finger contact, buf always 
desiring more of the same kind of action. 

When he withdrew his finger from Mary's; asshole, he reached out with his 
right hand and dip- ped his fingers dramatically into the wet, squishy well 
of his beautiful lover's excited pink slit. 

"What are you doing?" she asked with surprise. 

"You don't need to ask any questions. The answers will present themselves 
soon enough." 

The perplexed beauty watched as her lover pushed the pussy nectar which he 
had carefully extracted from her blazing mound and slid it high and deep 
into the tight confines of her appealing anal cleft. 

With the remaining juice that he had not deposited into Mary's asshole, he 
slid the warm female goo against the spongy cock head of his ripe, rock-hard 
member. 

"Just lubricating you a little before giving you the ass fucking of your 
life," he declared with emphatic boldness. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, PLEASE, NOT THAT," she reacted with instantaneous shock. 
"HONEY, I'VE BEEN A HORNY YOUNG WOMAN, AND I'VE LET PLENTY OF GUYS FUCK ME, 
BUT NOBODY'S EVER DONE THAT. I MEAN, MY ASSHOLE HAS BEEN OFF LIMITS. OKAY, I 
LIKED IT WHEN YOU RIMMED ME, BUT LET'S NOT GO ANY FURTHER. OH, PLEASE, HAVE 
A HEART." 

"Just quiet down," he snarled. "I said that you were my bitch and that's 
exactly what I meant." 

"PLEASE, PLEASE, NOT THAT," she begged. "DON'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS TO ME." 

"Stop your damned complaining. You're sounding like a scared little kid." 

"I am scared," she admitted. 

"Then I guess it's high time for somebody to show you you don't have 
anything to be scared of. I'm gonna have some fun with your ass. I'm gonna 
pump my prick inside it. It's gonna sting a little, but it's not gonna be 
all that bad. As a matter of fact, it's gonna be a beautiful experience. You 
just wait and see. The whole thing's gonna be great." 

"OOOHHH, PLEASE, DON'T DO IT TO ME." 

"Stop the damned complaining. I'm getting tired of hearing it. You complain 
anymore and I'm gonna slap the hell out of your ass cheeks." 

He reached out and grabbed hold of the trembling white pillarly thighs of 
Mary, throwing them over his shoulders, then tensing his body dramatically 
as he prepared to push his stiff, erect penis forward. As he let it slam 
toward her, he heaved a deep sigh as it landed with crisp, surging impact 
against the tightness of his lover's rapidly twisting ass. He landed with 
steely impact, burying his surging prick deep into her anal ring as she let 
out a loud sob, then another. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OHHHHH," she mewled. "OH, PLEASE, OOOHHH, TAKE IT EASY. 
OHHHH,. YOU'RE TEARING MY ASS UP. OH, DARLING, OOOHHH, PLEASE, TAKE IT EASY. 
OHHHH, NO, NOOOO, TAKE IT EASY. YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, YOU'RE GONNA KILL MY 
ASS WITH YOUR COCK." 

The rapidly gasping, steadily intruding Glen Parsons remained undaunted as 
he lashed out with both hands and let them simultaneously connect with the 
shapely contoured ridges of her smooth, quivering ass flesh while he pushed 
his pulsatingly erect prick forward once more, letting it land a second time 
with ringing impact as he stunned her, forcing his turgid instrument even 
deeper into her pain-riddled anal passage than before. 

Her whole body trembled helplessly under the devastating onslaught of Glen's 
deeply thrusting, skewering penis stabs as she sobbed unrestrainedly and 
tears began to gush down her cheeks. But through it all there remained 
something impressively exciting about engaging in such a forbidden act for 
the first time, even though he was using his stiff cock like a bludgeoning 
weapon, never letting up, showing no mercy or restraint in any of his torrid 
activity. 

Glen's savagely erect member kept ravishing her lewdly with every driving, 
forward thrust as he kept ramming his lust-bloated, determined cock deep 
inside her, enjoying the exquisite tightness of his victim's virginal 
asshole. 

After the continuous, slashing attack had reached a torrid crescendo of 
unflagging activity, the pain which had accompanied every rousing charge of 
Glen's sturdy prick became increasingly more acceptable to the raven-haired 
beauty. Even though Mary kept feeling ringing pain from the plunging, 
knife-like thrust that his sharply intruding cock sadistically delivered, 
she started to enjoy being ravished and was finding every twinging pain 
sensation to contain a certain amount of strangely erotic pleasure. "WHAT AN 
ASS,'' he gulped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, BUT I LOVE IT," she 
called put breathlessly, first groaning, then letting out an animalish mewl. 

"OHHHH, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, OHHHH, YES, I'M YOUR BITCH. JUST KEEP FUCKING 
ME. OOOHHH, DRIVE THAT BIG, JUICY PRICK OF YOURS BETWEEN MY LEGS AND INTO MY 
ASSHOLE. HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT." 

Her urgent words were music to Glen's ears as he quickly stepped up his pace 
and ravaged his lover's tight asshole time and again. The iiarder that he 
slashed with his stinging prick, the closer that Glen drew to the inevitable 
moment when the spewing juices would have to thunder from the nub end of his 
long, towering, skewering male member. 

His body rocked with increasing authority as he entered what he knew to be 
the final phase of his stirring ass fuck. His thick, leathery, lust-bloated 
testicles slapped with thudding authority time and again against her 
squirming, ripe nether cheeks as he knifed her with his sharp, desire-swept 
spear as he felt the familiar tugging sensations making themselves felt in 
his warm, bulging balls. 

Glen loved the way that his lover's firm, fleshy hips were beginning to 
spontaneously rock with every deep, impaling thrust that his determined cock 
sent forth with piercing consistency as he pushed relentlessly toward the 
big moment when the liquid spray would be shooting from the end of his hard, 
pulsating cock. 

His blasting tool pressed sharply to the hilt as his fingers pinched and 
squeezed against his lover's rapidly squirming ass cheeks. All the while he 
felt quivering sensations in his restless, thundering balls, which were 
preparing to unleash a torrent of hot, white sperm from the end of his 
cannonading spear. 

"KEEP FUCKING ME, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she shouted deliriously. "YOU'RE 
HURTING ME, OHHHH, YOU'RE STINGING ME WITH YOUR BIG, LONG PRICK. YOUR JUICY 
COCK. OHHHH, YOUR NICE, STIFF PECKER, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, HOW GOOD 
IT FEELS. KEEP ON DOMINATING ME. OOOOHHH, YOU'RE A DEVIL, A REGULAR DEVIL, 
BUT THE KIND I LOVE. I LOVE IT THE WAY YOU'RE SLAMMING YOUR RAMPAGING COCK 
UP MY ASS. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT PLUNGING. YES, MY DARLING, OOOHHH, LET 
IT RACE. LET IT RACE INSIDE MY ASS." 

Resoundingly the sweaty, panting Glen Parsons slapped at his lover's rapidly 
flouncing ass cheeks as the first few droplets of seminal fluid began to 
nervously edge out of the end of his spearing, torpedo-like tool. 

"Here comes the gusher," he warned. 

"OOOHHH, IT'S EXCITING, OHHH, HOW I WANT IT," she told him. "MY DARLING, 
OHHHH, COME ON, LET if EXPLODE. LET IT SPLASH. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, COME 
ON AND FUCK ME. OOOHHH, FUCK MY ASS. COME ON, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT." 

Glen's nervous hips responsively wiggled with rapacious lust as his stiff, 
rapier organ ravaged her sore anus one more time as the steaming stream of 
his thick, white, juicy sperm splashed volcanically from the end of his 
raging cock. 

He let out a loud gasp, watching closely as the beautiful Mary's hips rocked 
soaringly and her tight, firm breast flesh swayed and jiggled as the torrent 
of feverish white cream kept blasting from the end of his scalding, fleshy 
member and into her wiggling, pain-devastated asshole. 

Glen pulled his cock out with a lurid plop from his ravaged lover's asshole. 
She felt acute waves of pain from the savage pummeling that his commanding 
organ had resolutely supplied. 

"I think you're nuts, absolutely nuts," she smiled wearily, "but I say that 
with the greatest affection." 

"I guess I took care of your asshole, didn't I?" 

"You certainly did, Mr. Mystery Man. I hope you don't mind me calling you 
that. I mean, since I don't know your name." 

"I don't mind that at. all. I've been called one hell of a lot worse," he 
laughed. 

"I guess we all have," she nodded. 

"That ass won't be sore that long. You'll get over it. What you won't get 
over are the memories of a great fuck. We both got that tonight. Are we 
agreed on that point?" 

"Yes, we're agreed. You're an absolute bully. Maybe even a bastard. But you 
sure can fuck. I mean, you fuck up a blasting storm." 

"Thank you. I don't think anybody's ever said anything any kinder. Or, for 
that matter, more complimentary." 

"Oh, damned, my ass really is sore. Did you ever pound me with your spearing 
prick." 

"Yes, I guess I certainly did," he laughed. "I; can see you need that kind 
of action more often. It's a shame that none of these other guys that you 
had sex with took charge of things and fucked you up the ass." 

"Some of them wanted to." 

"I can imagine. With a butt as beautiful as yours, that stands to reason." 

"But I wouldn't let 'em. I'd just tell 'em no." 

"And they wouldn't make a fight of it," he shook his head. "How foolish. How 
absolutely terrible. Well, I made ajlght of it. You can certainly say that." 

"Yes, you very definitely did." 

He looked down at her sweaty, appealing form, then rose slowly from the bed. 
Once again he took out the gun. 

"Just a precautionary measure," he said. 

As he held the gun on Mary, Glen slipped his penis back inside his trousers, 
zipping up quickly. 

"Well, I guess it's a good-night and good-bye," Mary said with just a trace 
of disappointment. 

"I guess so, honey," he laughed. "Well, it was a real winner." 

"Yes, it was that. I don't know. In some ways it seems more like a dream. xA 
strange dream. Like one I've never had before." 

"I guess so. Of course, I guess it's always that way when you have a 
fantastic fuck. Isn't that true?" 

"I suppose you've got a point there," she replied. 

 Chapter Twelve 

After Glen had finished having sex with Mary Owens, he had the same kind of 
traumatic problems following the wild orgy's aftermath. 

The thing that bothered Glen, once again, was that he could see he was 
relying upon rape-as a solution to his own sexual frustrations. He was 
living a kind of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde nightmare in which, from one 
moment to the next he would pass from a docile, shy young man to a wild, 
sadistic sexual attacker with no inhibitions, who could perform to the 
ultimate degree. He thought about how Mary Owens had gone from a terrified 
young woman to the role of a panting, lascivious lover who could not seem to 
get enough in the way of sexual satisfaction from him, despite her fears of 
what he might do to her. 

For the next few days Glen was afraid to do much of anything. He kept to 
himself and said very little on the job, continuing to go about his paces. 
He was thankful about one thing. During that course of time he did not have 
to perform the always tempting job of dispensing birth control pills to 
lovely young Tate University coeds. Since his conversations with girls under 
those circumstances had led to his attack of first Nancy Lewis and then Mary 
Owens, he felt a whole lot safer what with the girls staying away. 

Several evenings later, however, just as he was convinced that he would have 
no more problems as far as his lustful escapades were concerned, three 
fetching young women walked into the room. He stared into the face of Lucy 
Graham, brown-haired and sophisticated, whose patrician features had always 
turned him on to such a considerable degree. He liked her sharply defined 
profile, along with her exquisitely structured cheekbones. She appeared to 
be just the kind of girl that an artist would want to paint. With her at 
that moment were two other highly attractive young women, Dora Kent and Katy 
Miller. The red-haired Dora poossessed sensuous, well-developed breasts that 
showed through magnificently as she stood in a bright red sweater. Her 
friend Kafy possessed long, sensuously flowing legs that he was always 
inclined to steal glances at whenever she was there. 

"Hello there, Glen," Lucy Graham opened the conversation with a smile. 

"Good-evening, girls. How's it going?" 

"Oh, it's going just super," Dora answered. 

"It sure is," Katy said with an emphatic nod. 

'' You all seem to be in such a good mood,'' Glen observed. 

"We have reason to be," Lucy laughed coquet-tishly, batting her eyelashes. 
"You see, Glen, we're having a party tomorrow. We of the Alpha Belles." 

"Oh, yes. That's your sorority, isn't it?" 

"Not just our sorority, dearie," Dora Kent teas-ingly corrected. "It just 
happens to be the best sorority in the whole university. All the beautiful 
women who are really something belong to it." 

"The ones who have the big reputation on campus," Katy Miller said. 

"Just like Nancy Lewis," Lucy Graham explained. "You know her, don't you?" 

Glen's face whitened when Nancy Lewis's name was mentioned. He turned his 
head away, hoping that none of the three girls would notice the shocked 
expression that had overcome him when he heard the mere mention of her name. 
His forehead broke out in a tense sweat as he thought about all of the 
complicating circumstances that had taken place that traumatic evening in 
her room. 

"Oh, yes, she comes in here," he finally nodded, "Of course she does," Dora 
laughed. "A cute little swinger like her. I know for certain what she comes 
in for." 

"The same thing we're coming in for right now," Katy Miller said. "You see, 
Glen, we happen to be the swingiest, best looking girls on this campus. If a 
girl really stands out around Tate University, you can be sure that if she 
isn't a member of the Alpha Belles how, she soon will be." 

"Because Lucy and the rest of us will recruit her so hard that she'll get 
the point," Dora Kent smiled. "And then when she finds out the kinds of 
young men that she's gonna get a chance to meet, well, they can't resist at 
that point." 

"That's right, that's absolutely right," Katy Miller confirmed with a 
vigorous nod. "We really get around. The only thing we're really concerned 
about, though, is that the girls who are the spokespersons of our group, 
people like us, come from the right backgrounds so that we can mix with the 
upper-crust of society." 

"In short, we're snobs and we're proud of it," Lucy Graham laughed. 

"Yeah, but you still haven't told me why you're in such a great mood," a 
curious Glen Parsons reminded. - "Well, it's this terrific party," Lucy 
giggled. "You see, we need the birth control pills, my dear. It's going to 
be a magnificent party. Some of the most eligible young men on this campus 
are going to be attending. Like Bob Thompson." 

"Bob Thompson. Yes, that name does ring a bell." 

"It should," Dora Kent smiled. "His father owns one of the biggest dog 
racing tracks in all of Florida. They're absolutely swimming in good old, 
filthy green money. How we love it." 

"Yes, and there's Harry Jones," Katy Miller laughed. "His father happens to 
be one of the top horse breeders in the United States and is also a 
prominent businessman. You see, Glen, we run around with the best." 

"We're social climbers and proud of it," Dora Kent explained. 

"So this is gonna be some wild party," Lucy Graham said, her eyes rolling 
with lustful anticipation. "For all we know we might go all the way and 
spike the punch with Spanish flies." 

"That would be a splendid idea," Dora Kent said. 

What with not one but three beautiful young women talking so openly about 
sex, Glen Parsons could not help but respond. His hard, searing penis jolted 
inside his trousers, begging for release. He wanted so badly to reach down 
and unzip his trousers, then go to work on these three beautiful women. 

"I sure would like to go to a party like that," Glen said. 

"Well, the group we're meeting tomorrow is the Alpha Gents," Lucy said. 
"They're the counterparts of our sorority. You see how we have it 
structured. We girls, the best looking girls on campus, the girls with 
plenty to offer, naturally want to meet the guys with the big bread. That's 
what counts, honey, and we're not gonna get serious with anybody unless 
there's plenty of that stuff up front. I guess you understand what we mean." 

"Definitely. You're speaking quite candidly and I understand." 

"So it's restricted to the Alpha Gents," Katy Miller said. "Sorry about 
that." 

"That's all right. Well, maybe I can meet with you gals some other night," 
Glen grinned. 

"Come now, my dear," Lucy Graham burst into loud laughter. "Do you really 
think that any of us would really be interested in meeting with somebody who 
works as an orderly in the Gynecology Department at Tate University Medical 
Center? I mean, now if you were one of the top young doctors here, that 
would be another story. I mean, I have to consider my own background, for 
one thing. You see, my father happens to be one of the top physicians from 
West Palm Beach. So I'm naturally out to score a catch of my own." 

"The same goes for Dora and I," Katy Miller said. "Dora's father is a judge 
and mine is one of the top corporate lawyers in Miami. I guess you can get 
the point, honey. You just aren't fast enough to run on our track." 

"Katy does have a way of putting things in an awfully blunt way," Dora siad, 
"but she happens to be right." 

"No offense intended, I hope," Lucy smiled. 

"Oh no, none." 

"Then maybe you can get our pills and we can be on our way," Lucy said. "We 
have oh so many preparations to get out of the way for the big evening 
tomorrow." 

"Just what time is your party slated to get underway?" Glen asked as he 
handed boxes of pills to the three girls. 

''It's slated to start at eight," Dora Kent smiled. 

"And will it ever be a good party." 

"We're gonna make it the wildest of the year," Katy Miller smiled. 

"Well, good luck, girls," [31en said. 

"Thank you, darling," Lucy smiled and waved as she and her two friends 
walked toward the door. "As a matter of fact, we'll probably be in for 
another supply of pills very shortly. We happen to be getting a lot of 
action lately. This is a pretty nice little deal, being members of the Alpha 
Belles and "having the Alpha Gents to socialize with." 

"Yes, I just imagine that it is," Glen Parsons said. 

He watched as the three beautiful young women walked away. He had had a hard 
time restraining both his keen disappointment and anger as he had spoken to 
them. It bugged him no end that these three beautiful young woman would 
think him to be somehow beneath them. He recalled how angry he had been 
after Nancy Lewis and Mary Owens had rejected him, but these girls had been 
even blunter. They had emphatically told him that he just wasn't in their 
league and that, even though they weren't trying to offend him, that just 
happened to be the way that it was and he would have to accept it. 

For the rest of the evening Glen quietly smoldered. He thought about the 
next day. Even though he was slated to work, he recognized that he had not 
missed a day for quite some time. Would there really be anything wrong in 
calling up in the middle of the morning and explaining that he was sick? 
After all, what would they do to him? He had so much in the way of sick time 
coming anyway, and so that was what he contemplated doing. 

As he left the Medical Center that evening, Glen's mind spun in a 
frustrating sea of turbulent emotion. At one point in time he would see 
himself, covered by his trusty black stocking mask, taking turns on these 
three snippy young women, forcing them to do his bidding. Then, on another 
occasion, he would begin to evaluate things in a more rational context. 
Whenever he did that he came to the conclusion that it was a terrible thing 
for him to engage in yet another rape. For one thing, he realized that his 
good fortunes could not continue. If he kept on flaunting the law in the 
manner that he so flagrantly was, it would just be a question of time before 
he would be in Florida State Penitentiary. As enjoyable as these experiences 
were with these beautiful females, he did not relish the idea of going to 
prison. 

His brain continued to spin, so much so that Glen was scarcely able to sleep 
that night. He would fall into a dead stupor, then begin to dream, and on 
each occasion either one or all three of the girls would surface. He could 
envision their beautiful bodies before him, after which he would wake up in 
a cold sweat. Glen would listen to the ticking sounds of the clock in his 
room, then would drowsily fall asleep once more. On one occasion he woke up 
with his heart palpitating after having been rejected by Lucy, who had 
emphatically told him that he was not good enough for her. 

As dawn broke, Glen decided upon his course of action. Later that morning he 
would call up the Medical Center and tell them that he had a cold and would 
not be able to come to work. Then he would show up outside the Alpha Belles' 
sorority house on campus. He would strike one more time. Glen kept telling 
himself that this had to be the last occasion, however, and that he could 
not continue to live the kind of dual life that he was at the moment. It was 
just too frustrating for him to expect to continue this kind of turbulent 
living, something that he had been totally unaccustomed to up to this point 
in time. As a matter of fact, he had always been shy and withdrawn, the type 
of person who would be more likely to sit in the corner rather than walk 
over and make passes at a beautiful young girl. But now all of that was 
changing through a Jeckyll-and-Hyde manifestation which made him turn into a 
rousing but sadistic lover, somebody who would literally bring women to his 
knees. 

After making his call in the middle of the morning to his supervisor at the 
Medical Center, who promptly wished him a speedy recovery, Glen then decided 
to take a nap. The sleep that he had failed to receive the night before 
caught up with him. 

Once again he dreamed, and it was young Lucy Graham who was paramount in his 
thoughts. The brown-haired beauty with the patrician features kept telling 
him over and over again that he was not worthy of taking her out. 

 Chapter Thirteen 

It was a balmy Tampa evening and a luminous full moon hung overhead as Glen 
Parsons put on the same outfit that he had worn on the two occasions when he 
had raped Mary Owens and Nancy Lewis. 

He stuffed the trusty stocking mask into his pocket along with the phony 
hand gun that had helped him intimidate his victims to such an extent. 

Glen recalled that the party was slated for eight, and so he decided to show 
up outside the Alpha 

Belles' sorority house at seven. He stood in the distance, behind a clump of 
trees, observing two of the girls walking around in the front room of the 
sorority. He saw no one else, which led him to the conclusion that Dora and 
Katy were in the house alone. They were undergoing last minute preparations 
for the party. He observed Dora stirring some punch. He wondered if it 
contained the Spanish flies that the girls had joked about. 

At a few minutes past seven-thirty, he observed a brown Jaguar pull to a 
stop at the curb. His stomach tensed. If the young men showed up early, he 
thought, then everything he had planned would fail. Everything would go awry 
at least for that evening and he would have to plan his intrusion for some 
other occasion. As his heart began to beat with great disappointment, he 
heaved a sigh of relief as he observed the beautiful Lucy Graham easing out 
of her car and walking down the sidewalk. 

She was clad in a white pantsuit which showed off her trimly exquisite 
figure to excellent advantage. His'penis pulsated in his trousers as he 
stared at her walking down the sidewalk. She was carrying a sack of 
groceries in her arms. 

Suddenly his brain began to move nimbly and quickly. Yes, he realized, the 
fates had given him a tremendous opportunity, one that he would have to take 
advantage of and quickly. 

Glen reached into his pocket and swiftly pulled out his stocking mask, which 
he pulled down over his head. He then reached inside his pocket once more, 
pulling out his trusty phony handgun. He moved quickly, remaining in the 
shadows so that the beautiful coed, who was walking obliviously toward the 
front door, would not see him until the proper moment. 

With one swift, last second lunge, Glen Parsons pulled up behind the 
beautiful brownette and threw an arm around her waist. He held his gun 
steadily in his right hand, pushing it against her temple. 

"You make a sound and you're dead," he said in his firm, macho tone of 
voice. "Now you're gonna lead me right into that house and say absolutely 
nothing except what I tell you that you can say, and that better be in a 
whisper. You understand? If you do, just nod." 

The beautiful, trembling Lucy nodded, and all the while her heart beat 
savagely and her arms and legs trembled. 

"Please don't hurt me," she whispered. 

"If you play your cards right, you don't have to get hurt," he told her, 
continuing to point the gun menacingly against her temple. 

"Can you at least take the gun away?" 

"Very well, but you cross me and you're gonna get shot," he told her as he 
pulled it away from her temple and held it positioned behind her head. 

"Yes, I won't cross you. What do you want?" 

"A little information first," he said. "For one thing, what have you got in 
that bag?" 

"Just some peanuts, popcorn, some potato chips. Items for a party that I'm 
giving tonight." 

"I see. What kind of party?" 

"We're entertaining some of the boys from one of the fraternities here at 
school," she explained. 

Glen's purpose for cross-examining the beautiful brown-haired Lucy was to 
determine if she was telling him the truth. He wanted to determine just how 
closely her story corroborated with that which she had previously told him 
at the University Medical Center. 

"How many people are gonna be at the party?" he asked. 

"There are five guys who are coming from the fraternity," she said in a 
halting, trembling tone. "Please don't hurt them. Please don't hurt any of 
us." 

"Like I said before. You play your cards right, you play straight with me, 
and I'll play straight with you. How many people are in that house right 
now?" 

"Oh, just two girls. Two of my sorority sisters." 

"Is that your sorority house?" 

"Yes, that's right." 

"Who else is in the house?" 

"Oh, we have it all to ourselves tonight. There's nobody else." 

"There's no old buddy sorority house mother or anything like that around 
there?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. 

"Oh, no. I wouldn't lie to you. Like I said, I'll level, I'll play straight. 
Just two girls. One is named Katy and one named Dora." 

"Okay, so the first thing you're gonna do is march with me into the house," 
he said. "You happen to be my hostage, darling. Play straight and you'll 
keep on breathing, but cross me and you won't. Have you got the message?" 

"Oh, yes. I won't do anything. I won't do a thing to cross you." 

"Good. Then let's start walking." 

He walked behind her, continuing to let his arm cling to her waist as she 
held onto the sack of groceries and walked toward the front door. Glen 
continued to position the gun behind her head, letting it serve as a grim 
reminder as to just what might happen to her if she crossed him. 

As she entered the house, her two friends immediately observed what was 
happening. They stood in the living room. Dor^ was sipping a glass of punch 
while Katy was sitting in a chair. Their eyes widened as they observed Lucy 
and her captor. Lucy's face had turned chalk white and her sensuous red lips 
were fearfully quivering. 

"My God, what the . . .?" Dora exclaimed, her eyes widening with fear. 

"I don't want anybody to yell out," Glen said menacingly. "You do and your 
friend is gonna get it. And after she gets it, the same thing will happen to 
the two of you. Do you understand, girls?" 

"Yes, we understand," Dora said in a trembling tone. "What do you want from 
us?" 

"The first thing I want is for this brown-haired little beauty here to make 
a telephone call," Glen said. "I want you to call those guys and tell them 
that the party's off for tonight. Think up any excuse that you want, just as 
long as it makes sense. One suspicious word, though, just one indication 
that you're trying to tip 'em off and you all get it. And if they happen to 
be on their way over here, well then you'll have to just intercept them at 
the door and tell 'em the party's off. You understand?" 

"Oh, yes, we understand," Lucy nodded. 

"Then get on over there and make your telephone call," Glen ordered. 

Already Glen began to feel a certain measure of satisfaction over what was 
happening. Here were three cocky, spoiled young women who were so eager to 
put him down, but now he was having the last laugh. Little did they realize 
that the gun which he was menacingly pointing in their direction was not a 
real one at all. But they certainly were not about to question the validity 
of his gun, not with him pointing it in the manner that he was, convincing 
them that their lives hung precariously in the balance, depending upon how 
quickly and respon-sively they followed his every command. 

He watched as Lucy, her hands trembling, picked up the telephone and dialed 
a number. 

"Hello, who's this?" she began. "This is Lucy. Oh, yes, Jerry, how are you? 
Well . . . not so good. I've come down with a terrible case of the flu. I 
know. Well, it's been going around, as you know. Yes, I know, I know. I 
think that Dora might be catching it, too. Yes, I know, I know. Well, I hate 
to say this, but we're gonna just have to put off our party tonight. I'm 
sorry I didn't call you earlier. Well, I kept thinking that maybe it wasn't 
what I thought it was. That maybe I was just a little tired. Then I realized 
I had all the symptoms. I'm sorry for calling so late, I really am, but I 
don't know what else to say. My folks came over to my place earlier today, 
too, and that kept me busy for a long while. Then I kept thinking I'd get 
better. I was sure I would, but I just didn't. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry 
in particular for calling so late, but that's just the way that it is. It 
just wouldn't be right to have the party tonight. For one thing, the Alpha 
Gents would probably all wind up with a bad case of the flu, and we wouldn't 
want that, would we? Like I said, I'm awfully sorry, but there's nothing 
that can be done. We'll just have to reschedule that party. I know, I know 
you're disappointed. Well, we're just as disappointed, darling. It just 
can't be helped. Sorry. Yes, good-bye. Yes, I'll take care of myself. I'll 
get over this soon." 

Lucy hung up the phone, heaving a sigh of relief. 

"I handled it the best way I could," she stared in Glen's direction. "I hope 
that I didn't say anything that would sound suspicious." 

"No, considering you were calling on such short notice and all, I think you 
did pretty damned well," Glen said. "Yes, I gotta say one thing. You sure 
are three gorgeous looking women. You don't need these college fraternity 
boys to satisfy you. As a matter of fact, what you need is a more mature 
guy, somebody like me." 

The girls stared at each other fearfully. Lucy closed her eyes momentarily, 
hoping that this terrible nightmare would come to an end and that this awful 
man would go away'. She hoped that he would steal a few meaningless little 
objects, then vanish into the night, but down deep she was thinking 
something else. She had a feeling, particularly based upon his comment 
concerning how good the three of them looked, that sex was definitely on his 
mind. 

"Where's the bedroom?" Glen asked, staring first at Lucy, his eyes quickly 
shifting to Dora, then to Katy. 

"Just up the stairs," Lucy pointed. 

"That's good. Let's take a quick visit up there;" he said. 

Glen once again pointed the gun menacingly toward Lucy Graham's head. 

"I just want you two other girls to know that your friend here is being held 
hostage," Glen announced. "This brown-haired little beauty will get her cute 
little head blown off if she tries anything. And the same thing goes for the 
two of you. Do we all understand each other?" 

Dora and Katy nodded emphatically, their faces turning chalk white. 

"Good, then let's go up into the bedroom," Glen said. 

He realized that he had uttered more threats in just a few minutes in front 
of Lucy, Katy and Dora than, he had during the course of his entire 
experiences with Mary and Nancy. He could see that the snobbish sorority 
girls had really gotten to him, and he was determined that his vengeance be 
complete. 

They walked slowly up the stairs leading toward the bedroom. Once that the 
three of them were inside, Glen continued to hold his gun on Lucy, after 
which he then stepped back. 

"All right, it's time for you lovely young girls to strip," Glen said. "I'm 
sure you were gonna strip for your fraternity friends anyway. I imagine it 
was gonna be one of those parties that would last until the wee hours of the 
morning. Well, you girls don't have to be disappointed. You're gonna get a 
party unlike any that you could have ever expected. Yes indeed. And I'm 
going to supervise it." 

The girls stared at each other fearfully. Several tense seconds passed. 

"Come on, get busy," he pointed the gun in Lucy's direction. "Come on, let's 
take off your clothes. I mean business." 

"We'd better do what he says," Lucy looked at her friends. 

Glen watched, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as the girls eased 
out of their clothes. 

In a matter of moments they had discarded their clothes and were down to 
their silky, sheer panties and brassieres. Glen's eyes glowed with sadistic 
pleasure as he feasted on their near-nude bodies. 

 Chapter Fourteen 

As Glen licked his lips with anticipation, he watched the three girls as 
they lay there with great trepidation on the bed, wearing nothing other than 
their skimpy white panties and matching brassieres. 

He felt his cock hardening by the second as he stared at the trio of 
lovelies, whose bodies trembled with great apprehension as they wondered 
just what he would demand of them next. 

"Okay, let's go the rest of the way," Glen said insistently. "Come on, when 
I said strip I meant not to strip just to your panties and bra, I meant for 
you to go all the way. To get down to where you're completely nude." 

Glen watched as the girls slowly but surely removed their panties and bras, 
lying completely naked on the bed in front of him. He stared at the 
curvaceous swells of their firm, sensuously appealing ass cheeks, the long, 
tapering legs and the firm, magnificently voluptuous breasts. 

"You two over there," he pointed toward Lucy and Dora. "A brownette and a 
redhead. What a cute couple you are. Have you two girls ever made it 
together before?" 

The girls looked at each other with great embarrassment. They simultaneously 
shrugged their shoulders. 

"Come on now," he said. "I expect you to level with me. Two such good 
looking girls. Sorority sisters. I've heard about things like this. About 
girls who like each other quite a bit. Especially when they're beautiful and 
have gorgeous bodies like you two have. Have you ever made it together?" 

"No, we've never done anything like that before," Lucy shrieked. "We dig 
guys too much. We don't go for girls." 

"That's right," Dora nodded emphatically. "We don't go for this perverted 
stuff." 

"How do you know it's perverted if you haven't even tried it?" Glen laughed. 

"Oh, please, don't expect us to do anything like that," Lucy said. 

"Yes, not that. We've never done that before. 

Honest. And we don't want to start now." 

"You'll do what I say," Glen snarled, pointing the gun menacingly toward the 
two girls. "I expect you to get down there and start kissing. Then I'm gonna 
tell you what I expect from there. But I want you to relax. Enjoy 
yourselves. Reach out there and play with each other's tits. You've both got 
gorgeous sets of boobs. So come on, play with 'em. And kiss. I want to see 
you two turn on each other. That'll be interesting." 

While Lucy and Dora pushed their bodies closer to one another, he looked 
over at the beautiful blonde, Katy Miller. He stared at her smilingly. 

"Okay, blondie, you're not removed from this," he said. "Come on over here. 
I'm gonna have me a little fun with you while I'm watching your two friends 
go at it." 

Glen eased himself down on top of the bed, sitting on the edge of it, giving 
himself a perfect ringside view of, the upcoming sexual activity that would 
take place between the beautiful blonde Lucy and the sensuous redhead Dora. 

He watched as Katy eased her naked body next to him on the bed. Glen stared 
down at the curly tufts of her warm, inviting pubic mound. 

"You sure are beautiful," he said. 

He reached out with his left hand and glided his fingers over the 
marshmallow-like smoothness of her soft yet firm breasts. Glen ground his 
fingers sensuously against the warmth of her skin, and as he did, he could 
feel his cock hardening even more inside his trousers. 

After quickly withdrawing his fingers from her breasts, Glen Parsons pointed 
them toward his crotch. 

"Okay, come on, get busy now," he said. "I want you to unzip me. Then -I'm 
gonna let you play with my prick. I'm gonna give you a thrill, honey, 
because I have a fantastic prick, if I do say so myself. Your fingers are 
gonna go to work on it. They're gonna move up and down. Yes, we're gonna get 
acquainted, beautifully acquainted." 

He kept on staring at the beautiful blonde, who responded to his command by 
reaching down and slowly unzipping his trousers. Glen could see the pained 
expression on her face. He knew that Katy Miller was enduring great hardship 
at that moment, and it made him feel good to know that he had secured the 
upper hand. These girls might have thought him unworthy of their sexual 
attention earlier, but now they were going to do exactly as he told them or 
else. 

"Okay, reach down there and play with my prick," Glen snapped a brisk 
command. 

The beautiful blonde grabbed hold of his long, warm cock. Her fingers 
manipulated tightly against the nozzle-like tip of his hard, solid, 
blue-veined 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT," he grinned. "COME ON, KEEP MOVING YOUR 
FINGERS." 

At first Katy Miller's fingers trembled as they worked up and down the long, 
bulging length of his torrid cock, but after a few minutes had passed she 
was able to manipulate her fingers with considerably less apprehension as 
they glided along the fleshy base of his tube-like staff. 

"Okay, you two on the bed," Glen laughed. 

"Don't think that you're gonna get out of this. Don't think you're not gonna 
perform. You're gonna right now. So come on, let's get right into it. I said 
I wanted some kissing and some fondling and I mean it. If I don't get what 
I'm after, I guess you know what kind of alternative you're gonna face, so 
let's get right into it. Let's get into it right away." 

Glen watched as Katy and Lucy caressed. He watched as their succulent, warm 
breasts pushed ripely against each other. At first the girls conveyed pained 
expressions, indicating how little they liked the idea of engaging in sex 
with one another, but after their cascading breasts had collided several 
times, he could see that much of the pain and apprehension were beginning to 
vanish. 

"Very good," he said. "Oh, damned, it looks good watching your tits 
colliding. So come on, let's get in some wild French kissing. Push your tits 
against each other while you're Frenching. That's what I want to see. Oh, 
damned, you've both got such gorgeous butts. You both look so fantastic." 

While Glen watched the two beauties on the bed, he looked over at Katy, who 
continued to keep him company as she let her fingers glide along the firm 
length of his fleshy tool. He stared down at the ripe, lush curves of her 
firm ass cheeks. His fingers reached out and clutched sharply at the warmth 
of her buttocks. He pushed his pistoning fingers back and forth, letting 
them clasp tightly against her solid globes of ass flesh as her body wiggled 
and twitched in dramatic response. 

"Hey, I like that," he smiled. "Got me a handful of ass. Come on, keep 
pumping with your fingers. I'll tell you when to stop, sweetheart. For now I 
want you to keep right on going. Keep right on pumping. Move your fingers up 
and down my hard, sturdy prick." 

He sighed with unabounded joy as he felt her clasping fingers continue to 
grind as they made their way up and down the bloated length o/his hard, 
aroused organ. While her fingers kept on steadily pumping against his sturdy 
staff, the two writhing beauties on the bed were engaging in 
ever-accelerating sexual activity. 

Glen watched with widening interest, observing their stirring red tongues as 
they pushed forward, grinding with surging precision as they worked their 
way inside the wet warmth of each other's cavernous mouths. He listened to 
the loud suctioning sounds of their hot, colliding tongues and the frenzied 
gasps of heavy breathing that emanated from them as their tongues twirled 
and danced against each other. All the while their fingers hungrily caressed 
each other's warm, twisting breasts. 

"Damned, this is entertainment," Glen laughed. "Come on, girls. Okay, you 
can start sucking. You can start sliding your tongues over each other's 
body. Then you're gonna wind up sixty-nining. I want to see you two going at 
it, grinding your tongues inside each other's twat. Oh, yes, sorority girls, 
we're gonna have ourselves a wild fuck. And, ohi damned, blondie, you're 
doing a peat job on my prick. I love the way your fingers are sweeping up 
and down it. Okay, you can move them even faster now. Come on, move them 
real steady like. Up and down my long, hard prick. How I love this action. 
Ohhh, aaaahhh, just my kind of action. Just exactly what I love. Ohhh, I'm 
wild about it, wild about it, wild about it." 

He gasped and sighed, continuing to watch the steadily unfolding activity 
that was taking place between Dora and Lucy while his fetching blonde lover 
Katy continued to grind her fingers against the warmth of his tumid shaft. 

Soon the blonde beauty and her red-haired lover were thoroughly acclimated 
to providing each other with the utmost in pleasure. Glen watched as a 
wildly lascivious Lucy buried her tongue between the shadowy warmth of her 
red-haired lover's breasts. Back and forth her slurping tongue slid as it 
manipulated with fervent intensity while it worked its way between the 
thoroughly aroused Dora's activated boobs. Glen watched with great interest 
as he observed the way that her flouncing conical tits moved back and forth, 
undulating ripely under the .stirring impact of Lucy's frantic tongue 
movements. 

Finally, after a few more fervent finger stabs had been applied to his 
already searing cock, it was necessary for Glen to slow up his lover. 

"Okay, blondie, tone it down a little," he said. "Slow up. If you don't 
you'll have me juicing right here and now. I don't want to do that. I want 
to let things develop gradually. Ahhh, ooohhh, do I ever love what's 
happening. This is my kind of screwing. Oooohhh, aaahhh, this is great. This 
is my kind of fucking." 

His eyes remained focused squarely on the thoroughly aroused beauties whose 
sweaty bodies were entwined against one another. 

Lucy shoved her thigh against that of Dora's, and as soon as that happened 
Dora's whole body twitched with sensuous appreciation. Lucy's tongue 
fervently pressed against her lover's breasts and nipples, and several times 
she let her teeth circulate teasingly and soothingly against Dora's prickly, 
erect nipples. 

Finally Dora began to return the favor, providing Lucy with the same kind of 
rapid-fire tongue attention against her breasts and nipples that Lucy had 
earlier directed toward hers. As her tongue worked back and forth, plunging 
rapidly against Lucy's left breast, then her right, the brown-haired beauty 
lay there on her back, her ass cheeks sharply writhing as she gasped and 
sighed, urging her lover on to greater efforts. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, SUCK MY TITS," Lucy gasped aloud. "COME ON, OHHHH, GRIND 
YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, DO I EVER LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL TONGUE, DORA BABY, 
OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY IT'S PLUNGING. COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP IT SWEEPING. 
OHHHHH, KEEP IT DRIVING AGAINST MY TITS. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I WANT 
IT. OHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I NEED IT." 

Her swirling hips and ass cheeks ground concentrically against the bed 
beneath her as she heaved deep, incessant gasps, enjoying every penetrating 
tongue thrust that her lover assiduously sent forth against her ripe, firm 
body. Eventually the two beauties were ready to engage in some wild 
sixty-nine activity. They flung their arms around each other, engaging in 
one last frenzied French kiss prior to twisting their bodies mound so that 
their tongues faced each other's warm, ripe, velvety moist pussies. 

Glen practically jissumed on the spot when he observed the two girls with 
their hot, pistoning tongues driving with fervent warmth into the depths of 
each other's searing cuntal pit. 

He watched the way that their firm, ripe ass cheeks twisted as their tongues 
blasted sharply inside the wet warm of each other's cavernous mound. Glen 
felt a compelling desire to receive some action of his own at that point in 
time, something that could correspond with the kind of scintillating 
activity that the two writhing beauties in the middle of the bed were 
enjoying. 

"Okay, blondie," he motioned Katy toward his prick. "It's time for you to 
start sucking now. I'm sure a nice beautiful sorority girl like you has 
sucked her share of cocks. So this is nothing new. The girls in the middle 
of the bed are doing the real experimenting. Come on, honey. You can start 
out by running your tongue over my balls and moving your fingers up and down 
my cock. Come on, just move your fingers real nice. And while you're 
fingering my prick I want you to suck my balls. Go to it. Yeah, really go to 
it. Ahhh, I love it. I love that kind of beautiful action." 

Glen sighed, extending his legs, continuing to hold the gun pointing in the 
beautiful blonde's direction. He watched as her warm, red tongue made its 
first contact against the leathery surface of his ballooning testicles. 

He reached down with his free hand, letting his fingers stroke the soft, 
silky blonde locks of Katy 

Miller as her tongue continued to grind and twist as it worked against his 
balls. All the while her fingers obediently caressed the firm length of his 
fleshy cock, working up and down, pumping with supreme diligence. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF ACTION," he grunted. "COME ON, HONEY. 
OHHH, COME ON, KEEP THAT TONGUE WORKING. YES, LET IT GO TO WORK, SWEETHEART. 
AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

All the while, he continued to remain inspired by the fervent activity that 
was unfolding in the middle of the bed as he observed the twisting, satiny, 
sweat-stained ass cheeks of the two beautiful girls as he listened to the 
sounds of their hotly slurping tongues as they pushed that much deeper into 
the matted, sodden warmth of their pubic hairs and the dampness of their 
hot, dilating cunts. 

He knew that soon the girls would be exploding. He could tell it from the 
manner in which their tongues wildly collided with each other's inflamed 
organ as their ripely undulating ass cheeks swayed back and forth. 

"OOOHHH, GET EACH OTHER OFF," he declared excitedly. "OHHH, GIRLS, THIS IS 
TOO MUCH. OKAY, BLONDIE, YOU CAN START SUCKING MY PRICK NOW. COME ON, EAT MY 
PRICK. GET EVERY DROP OF HOT JUICE OUT OF ME. I EXPECT YOU TO DO A HELL OF A 
JOB ON MY HOT PRICK. OHHH, YES, THIS IS GONNA BE FANTASTIC. PLAY WITH MY 
BALLS, SUCK MY COCK, OOOHHH, THIS IS WHAT I WANT, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE 
IT, I LOVE T." His body squirmed with vigorous appreciativ i. This was like 
being in seventh heaven for him, watching the brownette and redhead as their 
tongues continued to move with sturdy rapidity inside the wet warmth of eaeh 
other's pussy. While this was happening his own cock was being enormously 
gratified by the quickly plunging thrusts of the beautiful Katy. Up and down 
her spirited tongue manipulated as it glided against the firmness of his 
fleshy, warm shaft. As her tongue moved with steady vigor, she reached down 
and grabbed hold of his warm, bloated balls, propelling him that much closer 
to the state of a wild and spine-tingling orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT GOING," he loudly declared. "THIS IS WHAT I NEED, 
OHHHH, SUCK ME OFF. YES, OHHHH, KEEP GRINDING WITH YOUR TONGUE. AAAHHH, 
THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT. OHHH, THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT." 

As the sturdily pistoning tongue of the beautiful Katy Miller continued to 
grind against the hot warmth of his firm, erect cock, her fingers slid 
against the bloated warmth of his testicles. He was pushing ever closer to 
the state of orgasm until, finally, he could take it no longer. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET READY," he grunted. "COME ON, OHHH, BLONDIE, SWALLOW 
EVERY DROP OF IT. YES, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SHOOT. MY HOT PRICK IS READY TO 
EXPLODE. COME ON, OHHH, SWALLOW IT, OHHHH, REALLY SWALLOW IT. GO GET IT. 
AAAHHH, EVERY DROP OF IT. AAAHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT. YOU'RE GONNA 
SWALLOW IT GOOD." 

His legs kicked back and forth with restless anxiety as he watched the first 
few droplets of thick, juicy sperm explode inside the wet warmth of Katy 
Miller's mouth. He watched her swirling tongue as it moved back and forth. 
She was doing her level best to capture every droplet of his exploding 
volcanic semen. 

"OOOHHH, THOSE ARE JUST THE FIRST FEW DROPS," he gulped. "HERE I GO, OOOHHH, 
I'M REALLY GONNA EXPLODE. AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M JUICING. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, GET 
EVERY DROP OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, EVERY DROP, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOHHH, WHAT A 
SUCK. AAAHHH, YOU CAN SUCK COCK, OHHHH, YOU COCK-SUCKING SORORITY SISTER, 
OOOHHH, EAT ME, OHHHH, EAT MY PRICK JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT 
IT." 

He grunted and gasped, his body twitching with ecstatic joy as he reached 
out with his bare hand and let it clutch against Katy Miller's scalp. All 
the while he watched as her rapidly sucking tongue collected the exploding 
droplets of his thick, geyserlike juice as the jissum poured voluminously 
from the end of his tube of warm flesh and into her hot, ready mouth. 

"OOOHHH, SUCK COCK, SUCK COCK, SUCK COCK," he gulped. "OOOHHH, EAT THE 
STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS 
SUCKING. DAMNED, OHHHH, THIS IS FANTASTIC SUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT ME, 
EAT ME, EAT ME." 

His twisting hips kept grinding back and forth as he watched the blonde 
beauty's rapidly twisting tongue take charge of his commanding orgasm. She 
swallowed every last droplet of his thick, voluminous load, after which she 
then released her tongue from his cock. 

"Okay, you can rest for a few seconds," he laughed. "That was a job pretty 
well done. Not bad, not bad at all." 

Meanwhile, Glen was able to focus his attentions exclusively-on the 
culmination of the sixty-nine action that was occurring in the middle of the 
bed. He listened to the thundering sounds of their beautiful bodies 
colliding with the bed springs as they worked their feverish tongues ever 
deeper into the warm, writhing dampness of each other's dilating pink cunt. 

Several moments later they exploded simultaneously. They reached down and 
let their fingers clutch sharply against each other's writhing ass cheeks as 
Glen watched the escaping droplets explode into the girls' mouths. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT CUNT LICKERS," he laughed. "COME ON, GIRLS. OHHH, KEEP GOING 
AT IT. THIS IS GREAT. THIS IS FANTASTIC. HOW I LOVE TO WATCH THIS. I TOLD 
YOU THAT YOU GIRLS WOULD LIKE IT. YOU SEE, YOU REALLY LEARNED SOMETHING. YOU 
LEARNED SOMETHING BECAUSE OF ME." 

 Chapter Fifteen 

Just being around not one but three beautiful sorority sisters made glen 
feel a surge of invincibility. 

He had enjoyed one fulfilling orgasm, but now he was ready for more of the 
same kind of action as he looked down at his cock, which had diminished in 
hardness slightly after his last orgasm. He stared down at his penis, then 
looked over at Lucy. He recalled how snippy she had been when he had asked 
about the prospect of getting together with her. It had been downright cruel 
of her to, on the one hand, talk so openly about sex, then, on the other, to 
turn him off so cruelly when he asked about getting together with her. Now 
he was prepared to teach her a lesson, to force her to become a little 
humbler. 

"Hey, you brown-haired lovely, you come on over here," he gestured toward 
her. 

"What do you want?" she asked fearfully. 

"Looks like you had a lot of fun sucking pussy," he laughed. "It wasn't so 
bad after all, was it?" 

"You made us do it and we did it," Lucy shrugged. 

"Don't hand me that kind of cop-out talk," he snarled angrily. "I know 
damned well that you liked it. You both did. It was just too damned obvious. 
So now you're gonna get busy. You're gonna play with my cock. You're gonna 
get it right back up to where it was before. So come on, sweetheart, and 
start moving your fingers up and down it. Your beautiful little blonde 
sorority sister friend did a good job of it, and she did a good job of 
sucking me off, too. We're gonna take things one step at a time, but first 
off I want you to play with my prick. Come on, move your fingers up and down 
it. I want to feel those warm, surging fingers against my hot prick." 

He watched as the beautiful brownette reached down and made a grab for the 
tip of his organ. The mere contact with her fingers against the flesh of his 
ripe cock caused his body to spasm and tremor with wild anticipation. He 
could see that it would take very little time at all for his prick to rise 
up to its full length. 

"Come on, let's get going," he exclaimed impatiently. "Come on, move your 
fingers real nice. Up and down my long prick. Ahhh, I Mke that finger 
action. Come on, do it, let's do it right now." 

As a means of enticing her even more, Glen reached out and, with his free 
hand, moved his fingers against the firmness of her ripe, saliva-dampened 
breasts, which her red-haired lover had done such a thorough job of bathing 
with her fervently pressing tongue. He held on tightly, pushing and 
twitching against her breasts, tweaking the warmth of her erect nipples as 
her fingers kept on gliding against the full length of his ever-lengthening 
cock. 

"THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT," he gasped appreciatively. "AHHH, COME ON, KEEP ON 
SLIDING YOUR FINGERS. MOVE THEM UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. AHH, I LIKE THAT. I 
LIKE THE WAY THEY'RE GLIDING. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OOOHHH, THIS 
IS MY KIND OF ACTION. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER." 

Glen's eyes sparkled with great excitement as he watched the brown-haired 
beauty work her fingers up and down his ever-lengthening, blue-veined staff. 
He continued to hold the gun menacingly in his hand, permitting it to serve 
as a fateful reminder to the beautiful captive of what might happen if she 
did not provide him with the ultimate in satisfaction. Up and down her 
grinding fingers kept on twisting, slicing against the warmth of his firm, 
emblazoned shaft as he was pushed into an ever greater state of passionate 
frenzy. He could feel the titillating waves of passionate warmth, the 
familiar prickly sensations in his penis, which told him that very soon he 
would be on the verge of a wild and tumultuous orgasm. 

"Okay, you can turn loose now," he sighed gaspingly. 

He watched as she released her fingers from his huge, firm organ. 

"Okay, stretch out in the middle of the bed," he gestured menacingly. "Come 
on, you're gonna be my bitch. You're gonna be my bitch and love it." He 
observed an Ominous look of fear in the brown eyes of Lucy Graham. He loved 
the idea of being in complete command of her. No longer was there that cocky 
look, that supercilious expression on her face that indicated she was the 
mistress of any and all sexual matters. Now she was definitely his 
subservient captive, and he was prepared to make the most of the entire 
situation. 

"You're my hostage, my love hostage," he laughed, "and you're gonna do 
exactly what I say." 

As he held the gun in one hand, he watched as the beautiful Lucy lay 
stretched out on her back. "Stretch out on your stomach," he said. "That's 
the position I want you in. Come on, no more delay. Get on your stomach. 
Come on, climb on your stomach." 

She responded quickly in the wake of his impatient tones. She sprawled out 
on her stomach, then, under his additional command, she extended her legs. 
He nodded, staring at the ripe firmness of her satiny ass cheeks. He reached 
down with his free hand and squeezed and pinched her left buttock until she 
cried out with pain. 

"What a butt," he exclaimed. "Oh, damned, what shapely curves. I love your 
glossy white ass cheeks. Did I ever like watching them twist and squirm when 
you and your lover were sixty-nining. That's one of the most beautiful 
sights I've ever seen. I sure as hell wish that I had it recorded on camera. 
For posterity's sake. Oh, damned, what I couldn't do if I wanted to sell a 
film like that. It would play packed theaters. Two beautiful women having at 
each other and having a ball, even if the two of you don't want to admit it 
now." 

His fingers pushed and pried against her ass cheeks, moving from one to the 
other, after which he then pushed the first three fingers of his left hand 
toward the tight warmth of her rubbery rectum. 

He took dead aim on her sliver-like entrance to her tight anal cleft. As he 
let his fingers plunge and shove with rude insistence into the warmth of her 
asshole, she shrieked and gasped, her hips and ass cheeks twitching as she 
let out,a loud sob. 

"OOOHHH, PLEASE, STOP IT, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she exclaimed, her lips 
quivering as tears of pain and frustration rolled down her cheeks. 

"Cut it out," he snarled. "I don't want to hear any of this damned crying. 
You're acting like a baby. You're gonna find out what it's like to have 
somebody dominate you, to realize that you're not in command but somebody 
else is. I'm running this show, honey, and you damned well better learn to 
realize it right here and now." 

His fingers moved forward once more as they pushed and plunged even tighter 
and deeper into the warmth of her anal passage. Glen's intruding fingers 
shoved into the intimate warm depths of her rectum, pushing against her 
sphincter as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched. He listened to the 
painful gasping sounds emanating from Lucy as her writhing hips twitched as 
she lay helplessly on the bed, panting loudly as his plunging fingers kept 
on working back and forth, shoving deep inside her asshole. 

"AAAHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF ACTION," he laughed sadistically. "JUST LOOK AT 
THE WAY THOSE BEAUTIFUL RIPE ASS CHEEKS ARE MOVING. THEY TWITCH AND TWIST 
EVERY TIME THAT I PUSH MY FINGERS DEEP INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE." 

Once more he shoved his fingers deep inside the warmth of her helpless anal 
passage. She grimaced and closed her eyes, letting out yet another gasp of 
pain. 

"OOOHHH, PLEASE, OOOHHH, STOP, STOP," she sobbed. "YOU'RE REALLY HURTING 
ME." 

"Just stinging you a little," he laughed. "Oh, damned, what an ass. So 
tight. Just made to order for my fingers. Ahhh, you mean to say you don't 
like being finger fucked?" 

"It hurts me." 

"You big baby," he laughed. "Oh, damned, I love this." 

 Chapter Sixteen 

The room was filled with the deliciously musky scent of sex as Glen's heart 
palpitated wildly and he prepared to launch into the most daring sensual 
activity that would take place that entire evening. 

His quick, rotating fingers kept on grinding and thrusting as he worked them 
against the rubbery nether grip of her asshole. When he finally removed his 
fingers from Lucy's asshole, he heard her heave a sigh of relief. 

"This is just the beginning," he grinned sadistically. "Honey, I'm gonna 
really give this butt of yours a workout." 

"OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING ELSE?" she asked. "MY ASS IS 
ALREADY STINGING. THOSE FINGERS OF YOURS REALLY HURT." 

"Quiet down now. I'm getting tired of all this complaining," he snapped 
peevishly. 

While her sorority sisters watched, the determined man in the mask reached 
out with both hands and let his fingers glide sharply against the warmth of 
her flowing ass cheeks. He pushed sharply, pressing his fingers deep against 
the warmth of her flesh as she let out yet another painful gasp. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE PINCHING ME," she sobbed. 

"You really are a complainer," Glen shook his head. "I guess you're used to 
having things strictly your own way with the men you fuck with. How 
terrible. It's ridiculous that none of them ever took the opportunity to 
straighten you out. Weil, I'm gonna make up for lost time. I'm gonna succeed 
where they apparently failed." 

"Oh, please, don't do anymore," she lamented, brushing some tears from her 
cheeks. "I'll go down on you, just like you had Katy do. But, please, let's 
not have anymore of this. You're just hurting me. Do you really get kicks 
out of that?" 

"I don't know that I get kicks out of hurting you," he shrugged. "I just get 
kicks out of doing forbidden things, things that I guess your boyfriends 
haven't been doing. What's the matter with those guys?" 

"Maybe they're a little concerned about my wishes as well as their own." 

"I don't really think you know what your wishes are," he told her bluntly. 
"I find that most women complain one minute, then lap up what you're doing 
the next. That's the way it is. I'll tell you something. You're gonna lap it 
up, too. You might not believe it now, but you are." 

"Okay, whatever you say, but let's move on to something else. You're hurting 
me." 

His fingers indented sharply against the ripe protuberance of her ass 
cheeks, following which he then eased off. His fingers moved smoothly and 
slowly as they slid against the velvety texture of her hypnotically warm 
globes. 

"What an ass," he almost whispered. "What a glorious delectable ass." 

His next move was to slide his fingers downward until they reached the 
smoothness of her warm thighs. He parted her thighs slightly, then let out a 
grunt. 

"You're right in position now," he said. 

Suddenly it dawned on the beautiful, brown-haired Lucy what fate she was 
about to endure. She hated the idea of having his hard, firm cock grinding 
up between her ass cheeks and into her fully exposed asshole. The thought 
terrified her. After all, she realized, it's something that had never 
happened to her before. Even though some of her more rambunctious boyfriends 
wanted to slam their cocks into the depths of her anal portals, she was 
always able to talk them out of it, even when they were high on grass or 
booze. 

"OH, NO, PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT 

THAT," she shrieked as tears began to stream down both sides of her face. 
"DON'T, OH, NO, I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. WHY 
DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS TO ME? WHY DO YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME TO SUCH PAIN? TO 
SUCH RIDICULE. IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS." 

"Quiet down now and stop feeling so sorry for yourself," Glen snapped 
angrily. "I'm gonna get mine and that's all there is to it. You're gonna get 
yours, too, and like I said earlier, you're gonna learn to like it. You 
might not want to agree with me on that, but in time you're gonna. So just 
hang on, because this is gonna be fun. Oh, damned, just look at that tight 
asshole. How I'm gonna cram my prick into it." 

Glen Parsons gritted his teeth, looked down at his firm, blue-veined member, 
then proceeded to shove it forward with one crisp, intruding forward stab. 

He let it sink into the innermost depths of the brown-haired beauty's 
virginal asshole. He detonated her with a sharp, steady forward thrust as 
his steaming penis shoved against her sphincter, causing her to cry out with 
pain as she felt the burning sensations of his steaming cock thundering 
against her unprotected anal sheath. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP, STOP," she shrieked loudly. "OOOHH, 
YOU BASTARD, OHHH, YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE HURTING ME, OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING 
ME, HURTING ME, HURTING ME." 

"Look, why don't you at least ease off," a concerned Dora called out. 

Glen pointed his phony hand gun in the direction of Dora. 

"If I want to hear something from either of you two, I'll ask," he said. "Is 
that understood?" 

"Okay, okay," Dora fearfully cringed, afraid that she was about to get shot. 

"We're just concerned about our friend," Katy tried to explain. 

"The less I hear from you two, the better," he grunted. "I'm too busy having 
fun here." 

His sturdy cock rode into her a second time like a plundering axe handle as 
it slashed between her rapidly twisting ass cheeks and into the tighter 
inner depths of her anus. She instinctively wiggled and twisted her 
buttocks, which only served to aid Glen in his pursuit that much more as his 
hard, sharply pistoning cock ground and slashed into the sweltering depths 
of her anal region. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT AN ASS FUCK," he gulped. "OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU 
WIGGLE YOUR BUTT. WHAT A GORGEOUS SET OF ASS CHEEKS. AHHH, WHAT A TIGHT ASS. 
I BELIEVE IT. IT HASN'T BEEN FUCKED BEFORE/THAT'S SO GREAT. OOOHHH, OHHH, 
HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE SLAMMING MY HARD COCK INSIDE YOU. HOW I LOVE 
PLUNDERING YOU WITH IT." 

His hard, insistently hammering penis kept on grinding as it worked its way 
ever deeper into the tight warmth of her asshole. He slammed his cock 
unrestrainedly into her anal ring, and as he did his bloated testicles 
lewdly thudded against the warmth of her writhing ass cheeks. 

He loved the tight nether grip of her ass as he slammed his stampeding cock 
against the rubbery clasp of her rectum. His fingers clutched tightly, more 
tightly than ever, as they pushed and shoved against her 
perspiration-stained buttocks. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK," he grunted. 

"OHHH, YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, YOU'RE SPLITTING ME WITH YOUR COCK," she 
sobbed hysterically as tears gushed down her cheeks. "PLEASE, OOOHHH, STOP 
IT, STOP IT, STOP IT." 

Even though she was crying deliriously, the brown-haired beauty could not 
help but recognize that there was a sudden transformation coming over her. 
Even though she hated to admit that she could enjoy something so tawdry and 
forbidden as the intrusion of her anal region by a masked intruder wielding 
a gun, none the less she could see that that was happening. The burning 
fires that reigned in her tightly clasping anal sheath were accompanied by 
quivering sensations throughout the rest of her body, the same kinds of 
prickly, joyous sensations that accompanied sex with somebody she liked. Her 
clitoris quivered with unabounded ecstasy as he kept on riding her hard and 
fast, pumping and slashing with his sharply bludgeoning prick as her two 
lovely sorority sisters were forced to look on helplessly, unable to stop 
what was taking place, unable to even get this panting madman to listen to 
them. 

The grunting sounds emanating from the ram- paging Glen Parsons became 
louder as time elapsed. His fingers pushed tightly against her crisp, 
rapidly writhing ass cheeks as he ground hard with his stinging prick, 
letting it slam deep into the rubbery grip of her rectum as he pushed that 
much nearer toward the state of a wild and glorious climax. 

Several times Glen eased off his pace, lessening the ferocity with which he 
attacked her, slowing down his thundering activity so that he would be able 
to make the activity last that much longer. But all the while he enjoyed 
every sharply intruding thrust as he pushed his tightly catapulting cock 
into the burning depths of her fiery anus. He liked the incredible tightness 
of her rapidly writhing butt, and as he kept on hammering, he felt the 
quivering waves of sensation in his cock and balls, assuring him of an 
imminent climax. 

Several more times his leathery testicles thudded against the ripeness of 
her exquisite ass cheeks as his burning cock kept disappearing into the 
tight, ravaged grip of her asshole. 

Lucy recognized that she was crying no longer. As a matter of fact, what was 
happening was that her emotions were completely taking over, dominating her 
to the ultimate extent. Rather than resisting what was happening, her 
buttocks were clenching and unclenching dramatically, and every now and then 
she would shove her ass back in that direction of her rampaging intruder's 
cock so that they would meet head-on. Despite the pain that she felt from 
his hard, sharply projecting stabs, she still felt a tremendous sense of 
enjoyment over what was happening to her as he slammed his sharply piercing 
cock deep inside her anus. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN HOLD OUT," he grunted. 
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHH, WHAT SCREWING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, 
I'M ABOUT TO JUICE. OH, YES, OHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT 
INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A 
FEELING." 

This time the heavily panting Glen let his fingers reach down and grab hold 
of the exquisite, brown-haired beauty's perfectly contoured legs. He held 
onto the warmth of her searing, throbbing thighs, and all the while his 
steaming cock kept on penetrating her ass as he pushed his way that much 
nearer to the moment of a dramatic climax. 

"OOOHHH, GET SET, GET SET 'CAUSE I'M GONNA EXPLODE," he grunted. 

Several hard, jackknifing thrusts later, the escaping droplets of his 
thundering orgasmic flood tide began to explode from the end of his hard, 
rubbery shaft. 

The beautiful Lucy made an instant adjustment. She shoved her buttocks back 
and forth, letting them clench and unclench more rapidly than before as she 
felt the soothing, boiling cauldron of ecstatic juice that sprayed inside 
her ravaged ass. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, FUCK BACK, FUCK BACK," Glen exlaimed. "OHHHH, AAAHHH, I'M 
JUICING. YES, OHHH, IT'S ALL SHOOTING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, WHAT AN INCREDIBLE 
FEELING, OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD, WONDERFUL FEELING. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO 
GOOD, OOOOH, YES, SO VERY GOOD. OOOHHH, IT'S SPRAYING, AAAHHH, TTS GREAT, 
GREAT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT." 

His trembling body moved with greater rapidity and determination than ever 
as he watched the continuously escaping thick, white droplets of his fiery 
sperm as they catapulted from the tip of his hard, firm spear. After the 
final few droplets of steaming, white juice escaped from his cock, he 
released his prick from the ravaged Lucy's asshole. 

Lucy winced momentarily as she once again felt waves of pain from the act of 
ravishment to which her asshole had been subjected. 

"Tell me I didn't dominate you," he laughed, patting her playfully on the 
left ass cheek. 

Lucy was speechless. She merely shook her head, then stretched out on her 
back, lying off to the side of the bed in a daze. 

Glen looked down at his cock. He was amazed over the fact that it had gone 
down very little. The stimulating enjoyment of fucking Lucy's virginal ass 
had brought him to a state of ravenous ecstasy that he had never before 
encountered in his entire life. He reached down with his free hand and moved 
his fingers up and down his cock, which responded to his quick, thrusting 
finger strokes. Soon his rangy penis was standing at attention, virtually as 
hard as it had been only seconds earlier, just prior to the time that he had 
unloaded the thick, white droplets of stirring cream from the end of his 
prick. 

"Just take a look at that cock," he looked over at the lovely red-haired 
Dora and smiled. "Come on over here. I want you to finger it." 

A look of fear dominated Dora's eyes, but she knew that, just as her 
beautiful friend Lucy could not resist this madman, neither could she. After 
all, he continued to hold that menacing gun, and he had told them earlier 
that Lucy was his hostage and that if anything happened she would go first. 
Certainly Dora owed it to her friend, just as Katy also did, to do all in 
her power to see to it that she was not harmed by this sadistic, brutal man 
who wanted everything his own way. 

Her trembling fingers reached out and grabbed hold of his thick, blue-veined 
cock. Up and down her fingers pumped as they worked against his fleshy tool. 

"Reach down and play with my balls," he grunted a loud command. "Come on, 
really play with my nuts. Move your fingers back and forth. Ahhh, I love 
this kind of action. Come on, we're gonna enjoy it. We're gonna really love 
it." 

She winced, turning her head away for several moments, unable to watch the 
spectacle in which she was taking part. How she hated this terribly brutal 
man who had subjected poor Lucy to such a savage, sexual pummeling. 

All the same, she continued to obey his every command, letting her fingers 
grind against the warmth of his ever-expanding testicles. Soon he was up to 
the point where he had intended to be, and was able to think about moving on 
to the next; phase of the activity. J 

"Okay, red, you can turn loose of my balls now," he laughed. "Oh, damned, 
you did a good job of fingering me. Okay, just get down there spread-eagled 
on your hands and knees. That's where I want you. Just like your friend Lucy 
a few minutes before." 

"Oh, no, I hope . . .1 hope you're not gonna do anything like that," she 
gulped, her face turning, white. 

"Come on now," he grunted impatiently. "I'm" telling you to do something. 
Not asking you, honey, but telling you. And I've got me the weapon to back 
it up." 

He pointed the gun menacingly toward her. Katy flinched, almost fainting on 
the spot. She broke out in a tense sweat, but knew that she couldn't do 
anything to buck this man, not when he was that insistent. Her trembling 
body finally managed to obey the command that she was directing to it as she 
got down on her hands and knees in spread-eagle fashion. 

"Just part those beautiful legs a little more," he laughed. 

Glen Parsons licked his lips with unadulterated delight as he watched the 
shapely, red-haired beauty part her legs and provide him with an 
unencumbered view of the ripeness of her firm, silky ass cheeks and the 
tight, forbidden cleft that rested between them. 

His body tensed as he pushed his hard, thundering cock forward. 

"OOOHHH, AM I EVER GONNA FUCK IT," he grunted. "I'M SO HORNY THAT I CAN'T 
EVEN WAIT. OH, NO, I'M GONNA SCREW YOUR ASS. I'M GONNA SCREW IT GOOD AND 
HARD." 

"OHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, AT LEAST TRY AND BE GENTLE," she begged. "I'VE NEVER 
HAD A COCK UP THERE BEFORE. HONESTLY I HAVEN'T." 

"Then you're gonna find out what you've been missing," he laughed. "How 
terrible. What a terrible thought. I mean, a gal with an ass as beautiful as 
yours, and you've never even had a guy shove his prick up to it before. 
Okay, we're gonna take care of all that. We're gonna take care of it right 
now." 

He reached out and directed a crisp slap to her left ass cheek, which caused 
her to wince. Tears of pain and frustration surfaced in her eyes as he 
pushed his throbbing tool forward, letting it sink with rapturous delight in 
the rubbery depths of her cringing ass. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT HURTS, OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, OOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA 
KILL ME," she sobbed bitterly. "OH, PLEASE, OHHH, LET UP, OHHHH, LET UP, AT 
LEAST A LITTLE. OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, OOOHHH, YOUR COCK'S PLUNGING SO 
HARD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOHHH." 

He smiled with lascivious delight, continuing to grind his sharp, burning 
tool as it projected stiffly into the ravaged depths of her thoroughly 
dominated asshole. Her hips and buttocks cringed and twisted as he kept on 
slamming his rampaging tool forward, letting it land with bruising delight 
as it pushed and shoved into the tight inner depths 61 her anus. 

Every now and then the frenzied Glen would reach out and deliver a swift, 
delightful slap to her ass cheeks, which only caused her to cringe that much 
more as her ass cheeks sensuously wiggled, instinctively responding to his 
swift, intruding stabs. 

The tears gushed down her cheeks for several minutes, after which, amazingly 
enough, a period of calm surfaced. The red-haired beauty could hardly 
believe what was coming over her as she found herself actually adjusting to 
the swift, axe-handle thrusts of his marauding cock which continued to bury 
itself in the tight, clasping depths of her anal lips. 

Her ass muscles clenched tightly as she provided him with the best possible 
fuck. Her incredibly tight, hot, twisting hole caused him to feel ecstatic 
waves of joy as his balls ballooned as they pushed against her flowing ass 
cheeks. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU CAN'T BEAT THIS," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHH, WHAT A 
FUCK, OOOHHH, DAMNED, IT'S FANTASTIC. COME ON, JUST KEEP WIGGLING THAT HOT 
BUTT, HONEY. OOOHHH, OOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT.". 

The crisp action continued as he kept on penetrating her with his sharp, 
darting thrusts. Several strokes later he could feel the burning waves of 
titillation in his leathery testicles, which informed him of just how close 
he was to the moment of a torrential downpour, when the thunder-ling 
droplets of his thick white sperm would cascade from the towering end of his 
tube-like flesh. 

He hammered hard, pushing and thrusting, and then, finally, he could hold 
out no more. 

"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M GOING, GOING, GOING, GOING, GOOOIIN-NGG," he 
grunted, his ass cheeks writhing as he watched the unfolding pyrotechnics 
taking place. The thick, burning drops of penis fluid splashed into her 
writhing ass as he watched the delightful activity that was taking place. 

The cascading juices continued to spray. He loved watching the thick jissum 
exploding emphatically into the tight, inner reaches of her asshole. There 
was so much of it that it quickly flooded her tight anal sheath and rolled 
down her firm, white ass globes, which twisted resiliency as he kept on 
slamming with his steaming cock, enjoying every last pile-driving movement 
as the thundering juices exploded from his organ. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP MOVING YOUR ASS," he exclaimed. "AAAHHH, OHHH, HOW I 
LOVE THIS. OOHHH, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT FUCKING." 

He continued to plunder her, hammering away with insistent, sharp penis 
thrusts until, finally, he released his burning cock from her asshole. 

"That was great," he laughed. "You "know, I think I'll take a little bit of 
a rest for awhile. After all, I've sure been juicing. I think I'll get 
turned on watching two of you girls. This time I think I'll pair off the 
blonde and the brownette. That would be great." 

Lucy and Katy stared at each other. They recognized that this sensual madman 
was not about to bring down the curtain on the wild, lust-filling evening, 
in spite of how much pleasure he had already received. 

"You certainly are a glutton for sex," Lucy said, more as a startled 
exclamation than a complaint. 

"You're damned right," he laughed. "It's great taking on three such lovely 
sorority sisters. Oh, damned, I'm having the time of my life." f 

Glen thoroughly dominated the proceedings? directing every single facet of 
the activity that unfolded until, finally, he left a few minutes past three. 

His bedraggled body barely made it to the door, and as he turned around and 
grinned, he observed all three girls lying stretched out on the bed. They 
were as helpless as new-born babies, and two of them were already asleep. 
Lucy, the only one that remained awake, was barely able to shake her head as 
he left. He could see that moments later she, too, would be sound asleep. 

"Sweet dreams, girls," he waved, grinning as he left the bedroom, after 
which he moved quickly down the stairs and out into the darkness of early 
morning. 

 Chapter Seventeen 

Several mornings later, when Glen Parsons was fast asleep in the darkness of 
his bedroom, he felt something cold and metallic brushing up against his 
forehead. 

He opened his eyes and gasped as he observed the point of a gun shoving 
against his forehead, which caused his lips to quiver as he broke into arf 
immediate tense sweat. ^ 

"What the hell's . . . going on here?" he barely managed to gasp. 

He could see in the darkness of the room that there were not one but five 
young women standing there, all of whom were looking at him menacingly. The 
one he was most concerned about, however, was a somber-appearing Nancy 
Lewis, who held the gun pushed against his head. 

"Oh, no, Nancy, what the hell's gotten into you?" he asked. 

"I was just wondering the same thing," Nancy replied calmly. 

"Yes, we all are," Mary Owens said. 

There they were, Mary Owens, Nancy Lewis, and the three sorority sisters 
that he had humped all in one evening, Lucy Graham, Dora Kent, and Katy 
Miller. He could scarcely believe what was happening to him. At first he 
tried to tell himself that it had to be another one of those nightmares that 
he had been experiencing so frequently as of late, but no, this was no 
nightmare. There definitely was the cold metal pushing against his forehead. 
That was no dream. It was reality. 

"I don't understand, I don't understand anything," he said. "What do you 
girls want with me? I'm just a flunky little orderly at the Medical Center. 
I give you girls birth control pills so you can go out and have fun with 
your boyfriends without fear of pregnancy. So what do you want with me?" 

"You're not levelling with us, dear," Nancy said. "You see, even though we 
were all embarrassed at first, so embarrassed we couldn't even talk about 
what had happened to us, we finally did start talking. Sorority sisters can 
be very close, you know. Well, the more we started talking, the easier it 
was to piece things together. There was just one common thread, just one 
person that we could think of who could have done this to us. Not only that, 
but the build seemed to be about the same. Yes, the voice was a little 
different, but once that we started talking about it, we realized that you'd 
just disguised it a little. So we decided to give you a dose of your own 
medicine. How do you like having a gun pointing in your direction?" 

"Yeah, how do you like it?" Lucy Graham exclaimed. "To think that you'd do 
what you did to us. Well, now you're getting a dose of your own medicine." 

"I've gotta tell you something, girls," Glen gulped. "Honestly, that was no 
real gun. It wasn't. As a matter of fact, I can prove it to you. It's right 
over there in that drawer. Open it up and see for yourselves." 

Katy Miller was standing closest to the drawer. She stared at it, a 
perplexed expression on her face. Lucy Graham was standing only a few feet 
away. 

"Go ahead, Katy," Lucy nodded. "Let's have a look." 

As Katy opened the drawer, she immediately came upon the black stocking 
mask, which she held up angrily in her left hand. 

"The beast, just look at this," she said. 

She threw the mask down in a huff, then picked up the phony hand gun. 

"Go ahead, pull the trigger," he said, "You'll see that it's not real at 
all. I just had to use that to intimidate you girls. Otherwise I couldn't 
have gotten you to have sex with me." 

Sure enough. Katy pulled the trigger and discovered that it was indeed a 
fake gun. The girls looked at each other for several long moments of 
silence. Glen Parsons winced. He was afraid that perhaps Nancy Lewis would 
actually shoot him. 

Suddenly all five of the girls burst into laughter. Nancy Lewis withdrew the 
revolver from Glen Parsons's forehead, upon which he let out a loud sigh of 
relief. 

"We just had to make you pay for it," Nancy said. "All right, so you did use 
a fake gun. You sure did give us a workout, though. As a matter of fact, 
that's what we couldn't get over. We kept going back over the same old 
ground, reliving every bit of the sex that we had," 

"As a matter of fact, I don't even think about that guy anymore that I was 
so hung up on," Mary Owens said. "Here he was shacked up with some good 
looking blonde divorcee in a beautiful Clearwater condominium. I used to cry 
myself to sleep at nights just thinking about him. Now I keep thinking back 
to the way you handled me." 

"You mean to say you girls aren't angry anymore?" he looked at them with 
disbelief. 

"Hell, no," Katy exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, we're pretty damned horny. 
Do you think that you could bring yourself to take on all five of us?" 

"You're damned right I could," he gulped hard. 

"Just one thing," Lucy Graham said. "You know, we could have prosecuted you 
for rape. The tbig reason why we didn't was we realized that we -just 
happened to enjoy it. But don't ever pull anything like that again. Not on 
us or anybody else. This is just something we'll hold over you, darling. We 
don't like to think of it as blackmail, but we're determined to see that you 
don't pull this on anybody else. Not even us. Once is enough. You scared the 
hell out of us." 

"I couldn't ever bring myself to do what I did before again," Glen shook his 
head. "I learned my lesson. I haven't had a good night's sleep since. As a 
matter of fact, when you woke me up I thought that I was in the middle of a 
nightmare. By the way, how did you girls get in?" 

"Your bathroom window was unlocked," Dora exclaimed. 

"It looks as if you girls violated the law, too," Glen said. 

"But certainly not in the same way that you did," Dora told him. 

"You're right. You know, I've already paid the price and I'd have to pay a 
bigger one if you girls ever blew the whistle on me," Glen said. "All I know 
is that that phase of my life is over. But I sure would like to be able to 
provide you sorority sisters with the thrills you need." 

"That's all we wanted to hear," Lucy Graham exclaimed as she began to remove 
her dress. 


End
