The Naughty Librarian
by Rod Strong
(LLP-844)


CHAPTER ONE 

"Who are you?" the stunning, albeit somewhat plump, brunette asked, staring 
into the darkness as she sat up in bed. 

Her long, black hair cascaded about her naked white shoulders like a dark 
waterfall. Her slightly round face with the wide eyes and the tiny nose, now 
devoid of the glasses she wore during the day, was extremely attractive. She 
was one of those women who looked good without makeup, and even if she 
wasn't the kind whose face appeared in photo magazines, she was more than 
pretty. 

There was no answer. All she heard was the desperate breathing of the 
intruder. It seemed to blend with her own. The silence was becoming 
unbearable. 

"For the love of heaven, who are you and what are you doing h-here?" she 
stuttered, trying to fight the hysteria that was slowly creeping over her. 

At last the stranger in the darkness moved. His hands reached out and 
tightly gripped her wrist as he approached the bed. His other hand stretched 
out to the little table beside the bed and instantly found the switch to the 
lamp with the pretty pink shade. Everything in Irene Norris's room, 
including the wooden headboard on her bed, was a girlish pink. 

The instant the light went on, she recognized the intruder and she was 
stunned. 

"Dr. Kass! You!" she gasped, her eyes wide with utter astonishment. 

Dr. Albert S. Kass, teacher of biology at the local high school where Irene 
worked as a librarian was the dream man almost ALL women in the high school 
were crazy for. To begin with, he was a bachelor, which meant he WAS 
available. But he was supposed to be such a quiet, shy man, with his sleepy 
eyes. He had a high forehead, which at his age, somewhere in the late 
thirties, was distinguished. He was starting to lose a little hair on top, 
as well, but it didn't affect his good looks in the least. He had a small, 
thin mustache, and if he wasn't a giant in stature-he was five-feet-seven 
inches in height-but he was a giant in his field. He had once been an 
eminent college professor, but had gotten into too many altercations with 
various deans concerning his teaching methods, and so had come to the small 
Midwestern town as a high school teacher where his salary was almost twice 
what it had been as a college instructor. He was not only the head of the 
school bio department, but was considered the authority to be consulted by 
any and all other high school and college biology instructors in the entire 
state. 

"What are you doing in my bedroom at this time of night. Dr. Kass?" she 
gasped, her eyes opening wide in astonishment. 

Irene forgot she was now exposed to the waist as the covers over her had 
fallen away. Now she became aware of the man's feverishly burning eyes as 
they stared hungrily at her quiveringly bare breasts. She had, well-shaped 
breasts that had not started to sag because of the bust exercises she did 
every day. They were cone-shaped, with large, tan areolae, the nipples two 
dots in the center staring at him like two lusty brown eyes. 

Abruptly she yanked her covers up to her neck, for the moment curiously 
unafraid of the man who had intruded into her bedroom at one-o'clock in the 
morning. 

"HOW were you able to get in here?" she demanded. "Just WHY did you come 
here?" 

The man continued staring at her, his handsome face flushed as if there was 
the possibility he had been drinking. This seemed so incredible. What made 
him come here, to HER? 

The vibrantly handsome man stared with glazed eyes, his mouth watering as he 
leered at the frightened divorcee, almost as if he hadn't heard her. 

"What are you, a PRETTY woman, doing, sleeping alone?" he asked. 

"I-I'm divorced," she gasped. "You KNOW that. EVERYONE in school knows that. 
M-my husband claimed I was sexually too demanding and insisted on his 
freedom." 

This was ridiculous. Here she was freely confessing the REAL reason for her 
divorce to a man she had never really spoken to, before. Other than her 
husband and herself, no one knew the real reason for the divorce, a parting 
which had imposed a horrible celibacy on Irene. Her husband had taught her 
how wonderful sex was, and her body craved satisfaction every night, but he 
was unable to keep up with her demands. Now she had no one, hadn't had 
anyone for more than a year, and as a result was going insane with the need 
for sex. Being a properly brought-up lady, it had never occurred to her to 
sleep with a man to whom she wasn't married, though her initial sight of Dr. 
Kass had put some kind of romantic notion in her head. 

Suddenly, without warning, he reached over and roughly yanked away Irene's 
cover, leaving the librarian completely naked and totally defenseless to his 
licentiously hungry stare. 

She was completely astonished at the mask of pure animal lust that had 
completely contorted the biology professor's otherwise handsome face. It 
totally changed his appearance, making him look like some lascivious high 
school student on the make. But much worse than that, the man's total animal 
lusts created the appearance of an infinitely cruel man, as if he were some 
kind of pitiless monster who was going to rend her limb from limb, and the 
terrified librarian felt a piercing quiver of terror and fear. Oblivious for 
the present to the shameful nakedness he was staring at, her eyes dropped to 
the gleaming steel of the small scalpel he held firmly in his left hand. A 
scalpel? What was a biology teacher doing with a scalpel? WHAT ON EARTH DID 
HE INTEND DOING TO HER? This was what caused her to tremble. 

The biology teacher was still gaping with a half-open mouth at her 
shuddering torso, his eyes staring at her tenderly sensitive white flesh, 
watching the way her firm breasts quivered. 

"J-just what d-do you w-want?" she finally managed to gasp out, her voice 
sounding rather feeble as her heart churned wildly. 

The man appeared to be almost insane as he stood there, standing directly 
above her. Heavens! There was no telling just exactly what he might do, and 
she realized she was totally helpless, completely powerless to defend 
herself. She was living in a boarding house where the rules were very 
strict. Her screams might attract people, but her landlady was the type who 
would believe the worst of her and not only throw her out, but gossip about 
her behavior all over the small town. She would lose her job and have to 
move elsewhere. 

"So your husband divorced you because you were too sexually demanding, eh?" 
the teacher leered. "Well what do you know. Living in this dump it's obvious 
you haven't been getting any biological satisfaction. Well now, as a biology 
teacher it's up to me to rectify the situation." 

"Y-you're drunk!" she gasped. 

"Maybe, but I'm also horny, and I've decided to take it out on you." 

"B-but why this way?" she asked. 

"Oh come on. You aren't stupid. You're a stiff-necked prude who definitely 
doesn't believe in giving her body to any unmarried man. Everyone here knows 
that." 

"Stiff-necked prude? Why how dare you. Dr. Kass. I'm a decent woman who 
simply won't jump into bed with a man who is not legally married to me..." 

"Oh bullshit!" he snapped, cutting her off. "Had I approached you openly, in 
front of everyone, and then made a pass at you later, when we were alone, 
you'd have been able to report me. This way, no one knows I'm here. Who's 
going to believe you?" 

"B-but this is wrong?" she gasped. "You KNOW it." 

"Do I? If you think it's so wrong, then why is it you have all those romance 
magazines hidden away in your closet? At the library, with a large volume of 
Plato to hide behind, you still read all kinds of erotic literature, because 
deep down you have a DESIRE to be screwed, and YOU know it. You read about 
single women being fucked all the time." 

"Professor Kass!" she gasped. 

"Yes, FUCKED! That's the word, and it lurks at the back of your mind. You're 
just ACHING to say that word, aren't you. You'd love to go into one of those 
little bookstores and pick up a Valerie Hart or Rita James book, wouldn't 
you, but you haven't got the courage to buy those, so instead you pick up 
all the cheap lust magazines on the open newsstands and read your own 
desires and feelings into them. Don't bother denying it, Mrs. Norris. You 
see, I know everything there is to know about you." 

Kass grinned widely at her, his eyes flicking hungrily over her whitely 
naked body. 

"Wh-what are you planning to do?" she asked, but that was a foolish 
question. The librarian already knew what was on the man's mind. She knew it 
without a shadow of a doubt as the salacious biology professor continued 
leering widely at her. The fact was, she had known it from the very 
beginning, from the moment she had been aware of who he was, but she hadn't 
had the courage to admit it to herself, until now. 

Kass was rumored to be quite a romeo. He dated frequently, but never went 
out with women from the school. He had once said something kiddingly to a 
fellow teacher that Irene had unwittingly overheard about not eating where 
one defecates. 

"You know what I'm planning to do," he told her. "I'm going to do precisely 
what you want me to do, even though you'll vocally deny it I'm going to give 
you the satisfaction you've been seeking for more than a year." 

"No!" she insisted. "This is wrong. If you come near me I'll scream." 

"Go on! Scream! No one in this entire house will hear you. I know about your 
landlady's FIXATION for cocoa before she goes to sleep so I added some 
harmless sleeping pills to the cocoa and she and all the other boarders will 
sleep quietly through the night You see, I know too, you're the one boarder 
who doesn't care for cocoa. I told you, Irene. I know everything about you 
that there is to know. When I say everything, I mean, everything. I know 
more about you than you know about yourself, because I know all the things 
you won't admit to yourself." 

The worried brunette librarian decided to try a new tactic. 

"Dr. Kass, surely we can work this out in a sane, civilized manner. Let me 
suggest that you leave here right now. Go out the way you came in, WHATEVER 
way that was. Then you and I can discuss this at school, tomorrow morning." 

The instant the words were out of her mouth Irene knew that they sounded 
stilted, strained, and somewhat ridiculous. Here she was, naked, a scalpel 
being pointed at her, and it really just wasn't the right moment to try and 
out-psych the man. The look flitting across the doctor's face made her 
realize precisely how foolish she was. 

He knew about her magazines. He knew about her secret, most innermost 
desires. But, how did he KNOW these things? 

"Don't say anything else, Mrs. Norris," the handsome biology teacher warned, 
his face flushed and angry. "Please, remain silent or you might have cause 
to regret it." 

For some strange reason Irene thought she actually felt the pounding of the 
man's heart. She was aware of a tremendous surge of excitement in him, and 
hardly believed the man was in her bedroom, her own private room. His eyes 
felt as if they were burning coals touching her skin as they stared at her 
lovely body. She had the feeling he had been aching to look at her breasts 
for the longest time now, not to mention her vagina. Well, she was his 
prisoner, so to speak, and it was obvious there was no way for her to resist 
without being harmed. 

Still, how had he gotten into the boarding house? It was a complete mystery 
to Irene. All the downstairs windows were wired to a. loud alarm. This was 
not only to prevent burglars from sneaking in, but to prevent boarders from 
sneaking out after curfew. Mrs. Sloan, the woman who ran the boarding house, 
was positively Victorian in her outlook. She was a fanatic about protecting 
what was hers, including a body the most inebriated man who was totally 
blind wouldn't have wanted. Whenever Irene encountered her, she ALMOST 
wished she was a loose woman, if only to make certain of not ending up like 
Mrs. Sloan. 

"T-tell me," she gasped. "How did you get in?" 

"You know," he replied. "You know BETTER than anyone." 

"I DON'T know," she gasped. "I HONESTLY don't know. I haven't the least 
little idea how you managed it." 

"That's the most untrue statement you've ever made, Irene," he told her. 
"When you really want to know, it will come to you." 

"A-are you going to hurt me?" she asked. 

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he smiled strangely. 

"Good Lord, no! Please, no!" 

"Then obviously, I'm NOT GOING to hurt you," he assured her, and smiled, and 
for a moment he looked like the teacher from school again, his face almost 
placidly calm. "However, I will, as the old-timers used to say, have my way 
with you, and you realize nothing and no one on earth will stop me." 

"But why ME? Why not someone else?" 

"Now that's another foolish question," he said, laughing out loud, not even 
trying to whisper. "It's you because you're the one who wants me the most. I 
told you, I know these things." 

"But how?" she gasped. "How in God's name do you know these things?" 

"I'm going to put this scalpel away," he replied. "However, it WOULD BE WISE 
if you didn't struggle or fight me. You see a struggle would mean that DEEP 
DOWN you want to be hurt ... to be punished for this, and in spite of your 
middle-class upbringing, but really, you don't WANT to be punished. The time 
has come for you to open your mind up and accept the way things are. His 
soft, albeit precise tones had the terrified librarian petrified, not so 
much because of his implications, but because once again he was voicing 
things her subconscious had said to her again and again. 

Dear heaven! He was like some prophet of doom! This was all so ridiculous. 
She didn't doubt for an instant that he would indeed carry out his threat to 
hurt her if she resisted or screamed. 

Her eyes widened as he stood a little taller and suddenly began removing his 
clothing. OH! NO! 

Tears began welling up in the lovely brunette's eyes. Why? Why was this 
happening to her of all people? This was all so unbelievably incredible, 
like that last story she had read before falling asleep of a young heroine 
being raped again and again by an unknown assailant who eventually turned 
out to be her husband-which of course made it all right in the end. That man 
had known all about the woman too, just as this man did, only Irene knew 
this man, and knew he wasn't her husband-or ex-husband, who had been only to 
glad to get away from her. What was there about her that aroused the 
savagery in men, or at least in this particular man she had idolized from 
afar. 

Against her will she allowed her eyes to travel down the length of the man's 
slender body. He had a lot of hair on his chest-something her husband had 
never had. Then her eyes came to rest on the hardened length of his massive 
penis. It was huge like the immense monster cock her former husband had 
sported. She remembered how it had initially caused her so much pain when 
entering her, and then all the wonderful pleasures it had brought about, 
afterward. This penis, the one attached to Dr. Albert Kass, looked similar 
to her husband's, right down to the mottled purple head. Even his pelvic 
curls, a light brown, looked much like her husband's. Oh heaven help her! 
She didn't think she'd be able to put up with all this much longer. Was she 
simply to lie there and allow this man to rape her in the cruelly 
humiliating manner? She'd have to do something, and quickly. 

But she didn't, because at that moment the man moved toward her, leaping 
toward her like an anxious boy, his surprisingly strong arms pinning her 
back against the bed. His lips sought and found her own, and without 
hesitation pressed against them, letting her feel such bruising hardness he 
was pushing her lips into her own teeth, cutting them. After a few moments 
his tongue began probing into the depths of her warm, wet mouth, instantly 
managing to stab its way between her teeth and then swirl around inside, 
dipping and dancing in an obscene and unquestionably experienced way. Irene 
closed her eyes very tightly, trying to will her body into numbness. She 
hoped she would be able to bear up under this terrible ordeal she was about 
to undergo. She sensed the slim length of his anxious body pressing very 
vibrantly into hers as he continued urging the sword of his long, solid 
penis anxiously against the tenderly soft flesh of her inner thighs. 

I MUST BE GOING CRAZY! she thought. I LIKE THIS! I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS! I 
HAVE 

TO FIND THE WILL TO RESIST, SOMEHOW. 

She lay there, totally inert, wishing so fervently not to feel anything, 
that for a short while she thought her prayers were being answered as her 
body was seemingly inundated with an unfeeling weightiness. The man's 
powerful hands began squeezing her full breasts very roughly, his fingers 
continually rubbing and tweaking and pulling at her nipples, almost hurting 
them. Suddenly he tugged his hungrily kissing mouth from her and lowered his 
head to the sensitive swells of her bobbling breasts. She had to bite her 
lip to keep from gasping out loud as she felt thrilling sensations totally 
override the numbness infusing her lovely body. He was gently nibbling with 
his teeth, biting her nipples, but instead of hurt there was pleasure. She 
knew he was leaving deep red marks on her tan nipples-marks that would 
remain for twelve to twenty-four hours. 

"You know, you're a real dummy," Albert Kass said to her. "You're wasting 
away as a librarian." 

"What should I be; a WHORE?" she gasped. 

"You would enjoy life a lot more as a whore than as a librarian, and you 
know I'm right You're beautiful when you're like this. But you hide your 
stodgy self in that damned library wearing glasses, with your hair done in a 
bun, like some female superhero trying to disguise herself ... pardon me, 
super-heroine. These breasts are magnificent, yet you keep them hidden with 
a terrible bra that all but flattens them out!" he exclaimed, continuing to 
hungrily suck and bite on them, apparently not even noticing the way she was 
writhing underneath, feeling the torment of delight, trying to invoke the 
help of some deity to at least not allow her to feel anything. She was more 
and more aware of his blood-filled penis, solidly hard, the head continually 
expanding and contracting with each passing second, feeling more and more 
rubbery and resilient It rubbed teasingly against her outer labia now as 
well as against the delicate flesh of her chunky inner thigh, and she felt 
drops of oily moisture seeping prematurely out from the slit in the tip of 
the glans. 

"Spread those lovely legs a little wider," he insisted. "I'm dying to fuck 
you, and what's more, you're dying to be fucked by me." 

The lovely brunette stiffened, outwardly repulsed by the man's usage of such 
vile language. Please! Please! Please! Don't let this happen to her. This 
was a sin, against every decent thing she had ever been taught. She didn't 
think she would be able to go through with it. Such a sin was a mark on her 
soul and that was something that would never be erased. 

"Please ... Dr. Kass ... stop this now ... stop before you do irreparable 
damage and it's too late. I promise ... I REALLY promise I won't say a thing 
if you stop right now." 

The teacher stared at her with an amused look on his face, his fingers 
digging into her soft shoulders like condor's claws. 

"Dear lady," he whispered. "Rest assured you aren't going to say anything, 
anyway. If you do, who will believe you? The best thing that will happen is 
that no one believes you. The worst thing is that you'll fall into disgrace 
and be fired and be forced to look for work elsewhere." As he spoke there 
was a feral glitter in his eye which let her know he did indeed know 
everything she was thinking. This caused a shudder of terror to course 
through the hapless brunette librarian. If he was able to get into this 
virtually burglarproof house, he would be able to get into any place, and 
she had the feeling if he looked for her he would find her no matter where 
she went. She wouldn't be safe from him no matter where she went. What 
astonished her even more was the flickering thought that she didn't want to 
be safe from him. 

She stared up at him again, fear filling the bright roundness of her lovely 
brown eyes. His face was so close to hers she felt heated gusts of breath on 
her cheeks. There was such a look of totally wanton animal desire and 
unadulterated lust in his vulpine features that she shrank from it, suddenly 
feeling all inner resistance draining completely from her immobile body. 

DEAR GOD! THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I CAN DO! she sobbingly thought to 
herself. Terror and fear made her numb, and she found herself unable to 
gather her errant thoughts. She was totally incapable of organizing her body 
into rebelling in any way. 

She looked into his eyes again, seeming the smile of triumph in them, as if 
her helplessness infused him with an new and overpowering sense of 
masculinity. Now he really had her where he wanted her. He knew it She knew 
it Yet it seemed all the more incredible, since in school he had given no 
indication of ever having noticed her. Now, out of the clear blue sky he was 
here, in her bedroom, about to rape her. The look of self-confidence on his 
face broadened, and now totally sure of himself, he hissed very sharply to 
her, "Reach down and take hold of my cock!" 

The lovely brunette gasped aloud, her entire physical being stiffening with 
horrified repulsion. Her eyes widened with protest, and his own look told 
her her protest was noted and thrown aside. She tried to sound out the 
objecting words in her brain, but was unable to speak. Instead, she sensed 
the throbbing hardness of his penis rubbing back and forth against the outer 
lips of her vagina, and she felt as if all the breath had been completely 
knocked out of her body. actually pushed out by his weight pressing down on 
her. She was gasping, yet didn't dare wheeze out loud, for fear the sound 
would offend him and he might do something more horrible to her. 

Unable to bear it any longer, she whimpered one more time, "please. Dr. 
Kass...." 

"That is exactly what I intend doing," he told her. "I intend to please. . . 
you ... completely." 

"Ohhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she shuddered. 

"Come on, honey. Reach down and grab my penis. . . my cock ... my prick ... 
my dong ... my prong ... my dick ... my beef roll...." 

The words were vile, horrible disgusting sounds in her ears, and yet they 
inflamed her, arousing her as she had never been aroused before, perhaps 
because it had been such a long time since she'd had sex with her husband. 
Lord! She had to do it! There was no way out of this for her. She began 
wondering if she WANTED a way out. But she was totally unable to resist. 
Besides, resistance would have been futile, anyway. He was so much stronger 
than she ... and there was always that scalpel, though she had no idea where 
it was, now. She had lost the will to resist. She had to do precisely as he 
wanted, even though the back of her brain was screaming at her to fight, to 
resist, to keep him out of her at all costs. But she also realized that what 
she wanted or didn't want didn't much matter to Albert Kass. He was 
determined to force her to his will. and by whatever means he had to employ. 
She felt as if she were his slave, his victim, and as such, was totally 
dominated by the man ... completely in his power. 

"Come, come, come," he teased, his eyes making fun of her. "You KNOW very 
well what I want now, so DO IT!" 

He didn't have to say anything more, because Irene, feeling a mixture of 
terror and hidden desire beyond belief, slowly reached down between her 
thighs, and touched his nakedly pulsating shaft with her anxious fingers. 

The biology teacher emitted a sigh of pleasure, and she saw how happy he was 
that his order was being obeyed so promptly. For a moment she had been 
tempted to once again defy him, but it somehow didn't fit in with all that 
was happening. For some reason she felt COMPELLED to obey him. 

Irene felt an urgent surge of throbbing life starting to vibrate through the 
swollenly erect phallus she was so tightly clutching in her perspiring hand. 
It seemed to grow even larger now, getting thicker and longer, expanding 
even more under her touch. Everything seemed so totally unreal, now. This 
just didn't seem to be her, Irene Norris, holding this lascivious man's 
throbbing penis as she shivered and cowered, trembling with terror because 
of what she knew was to come. It mustn't happen ... it just mustn't ... 

But it WAS happening. 

She was jerked back to the stark reality of the situation by the man's next 
quiet demand. "Now shove my cock into your cunt!" "What?" 

"You heard me. Shove my cock into your cunt, your pussy, your twat,. your 
nookie, your nest, your muff...." 

More vile words! She hated the sound of each one of them, and yet she was 
aflame with desire-a desire she was unable to control. 

The body above hers felt vibrantly alive with lustful pleasure. His entire 
physical being appeared to tingle with anticipation as he continued smiling 
at her. Why was everything going the way HE wanted them to go, and nothing 
was going HER way. Or wasn't it? Wasn't his way her way? No, no, of course 
not. She was doing this because she had to do it, not because she wanted to. 
She was totally under the man's power. It seemed to be an overpowering 
fulfillment of his wildest dreams, though he had never given an indication 
he'd cared, before. Why? Why did a man who was obviously able to go out and 
get all the women he wanted willingly, doing this to her when she wasn't 
willing. Or WAS she? 

The tip of his pounding shaft felt hot and hard between her vaginal lips, as 
her hands unwittingly moved down along the long, thick shaft of the penis 
until she touched his testicles, big, hairy, wrinkly things that shuddered 
as if the man was intent on shooting it into her right away. No! No! He 
mustn't do it! Not right away! If he was going to rape her then she had to 
have HER pleasure, too. He seemed to be fighting back the sperm, prolonging 
his control over himself, as if he'd be able to prolong his own pleasure 
that way. But she'd have to hurry up. She was guiding his blood-filled penis 
closer and closer to her vagina, the slit that was apprehensively trembling. 
But was the trembling in fear or was it anticipation? Her face had all the 
blood drained from it, white with fear and shock ... and desire. 

Apparently her movements were simply not quick enough for him, and he began 
to move by himself. 

"Don't...." she begged, wanting to beg him not to climax. She shut her mouth 
just in time. 

Seemingly unable to contain his desire for her any longer, the biology 
teacher moved his hips forward. He seemed to be letting his instincts take 
over as, without another word, he tightened the grip he already had on her 
tenderly bruised shoulders, then flexed his hips and drove his palpitating 
penis into the crevice between her widespread thighs. It unerringly found 
the little hole and pushed into it. 

"Hhhhaaaaaauuuuuunnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh..." she suddenly gasped, her voice 
desperately loud, doing her best to quickly try and pull away as she felt 
the rock-solid penis slither into what she believed to be a totally 
unprepared vaginal passageway. She was astonished to find herself 
exceedingly wet inside, and open enough to receive him without actual pain, 
though there was the need to adjust to his thickness. The ruthless man held 
her very fast and she found herself unable to escape what she believed to be 
his unwanted penetration. She shut her eyes tightly, doing her best to block 
out the sight of the man mounted on the image of herself, nakedly flat and 
helpless on her back, being fucked violently against her will. FUCKED! Good 
Lord! She had actually THOUGHT the word. No! Nothing was happening! She 
wasn't struck my lightning, though she had to admit the abrupt entry of his 
penis into her body made her feel as if a bolt had come out of the sky and 
blasted her. 

She shuddered, feeling his driving hardness continuing to solidly burrow 
unchecked between the pillars of her chunky thighs, until at last he had 
buried his long, swollen member to the testicles into her. She was VERY MUCH 
aware of his heavy scrotal sac snug between the rounded moons of her 
uptilted buttocks. 

The man seemed to take pleasure in keeping his shaft simply buried there the 
longest time. without movement, seemingly exulting in what now appeared to 
have been a long-awaited passionate desire to possess her body. From the 
look on his face he was deriving perverted pleasure looking at her, and 
though she was certain her own face merely reflected the horror and distaste 
she was determined to feel, she realized she was smiling. She was SMILING! 
She loved it! She wanted still MORE of it! The fact that he had forced her 
to do this no longer seemed to be an important thing. What WAS important was 
what she was feeling. 

He began to withdraw the thick length of his massive penis, pulling it out 
very, very slowly, until only the bulbous head was still firmly enclosed by 
the fragile pink vulva of her inner vaginal tissues. Then, taking a deep 
breath and letting it out, he surged forward again, this time nailing his 
lust-swollen lance quite unhesitatingly into the deepest part of her sucking 
vagina. 

GOD! she thought. WHEN WILL THIS END? and then, NO! NO! NOT YET! The 
miserable divorcee lay there, a helpless victim of her own inner desires. 
The yearning to scream or fight off her assailant had totally left her, and 
all she was able to really do was lie there impassively ... no not 
impassively-she was lying there, responding to his thrusts. She was not 
merely ENDURING what he was doing to her, she was enjoying it. Her slightly 
plump body shook and rocked from the overpowering force of his deep, hard 
in-strokes as he continued fucking between her legs, and the entire room 
seemed filled with the sounds of their animal passion. No, it was her own 
animal passion that was being grunted out, because he was strangely silent. 

He looked at her, amused, smiling, and then his face was swooping down on 
hers, his lips pressing themselves against her own in a merciless kiss. She 
felt her lips bruise beneath his biting teeth, and then her mouth was 
clogged with his searching tongue as it slipped inside, sliding once more 
between her even, white teeth, immediately beginning to slither this way and 
that, lapping at her own tongue, touching the roof of her mouth, trying to 
reach into her throat. His tongue washed itself wantonly through her pussy 
again and again. His hands finally released her shoulders and moved between 
their bodies, grasping the firm mounds of her breasts and roughly kneading 
them, making her writhe and squirm in a maddening attempt to escape his 
constantly marauding hands, yet thrilling to their manipulation of her 
flesh. All the while, his solid pylon of phallus continued its hard-driving 
movements, pistoning into the sweetly helpless depths of her tender pussy, 
pumping as far as possible into her innermost womanly depths. 

She was bouncing faster and faster, and was startled to hear him whisper, 
"YES, YES, THAT'S RIGHT! Move with me, you lovely woman. Move with me and 
understand how much you want it" 

He was kissing her cheeks when he spoke, and somehow she managed to focus on 
his face, seeing him smile. It wasn't, oddly enough, a victorious smile, or 
a wild leer. Rather it was almost an understanding smile as he continued 
pounding his flesh into her, heaving forward and jerking back, making her 
realize she was keeping time with him. 

The pretty librarian's head began to whirl, and she forced herself to shut 
her eyes, hoping to blot out this entire obscene tableau, hoping all the 
degradation she was feeling would eventually stop happening to her. Maybe it 
would all go away. The terrible shame of being fucked against her 
will-FUCKED, again-by this man who seemed so self-assured and unneedful of 
raping any woman. Then her having no way of escape. What was the use of any 
resistance, anyway? It appeared she was doomed to be abused and mistreated 
by this man. This was so unfair. She ought to find SOME way to rebel. There 
ought to be some way for her to abuse and mistreat the men for a change. Was 
it the fate of all women to suffer at the hands of all men at all times? All 
she knew was, there just didn't seem to be any point in trying to revitalize 
her own self-esteem and self-respect. It just wouldn't last. She was fated 
to be victimized by this man, it seemed. This was what she had ALWAYS 
feared. This was why she had taken to wearing her hair in a bunt and wearing 
brassieres that seemingly flattened her firm breasts, putting on large, 
horn-rimmed glasses. She had been married once, and though the marriage had 
indeed had its problems, everything would have worked out had her husband 
been more responsive, physically. That first night he had been rapacious, 
and after that she had been the dominant partner in their sex life. She was 
afraid of life, and inwardly afraid to be attractive to any man, figuring a 
man physically attracted to her might not love her for herself. If a man was 
able to fall in love with her looking as plain as she did, she was certain 
their sex life would adjust itself. She never again wanted to encounter the 
problem she had with her first husband. 

She noticed the man now fucking her seemed to move in exactly the same way 
her husband had when he was full of vim and vigor. It was amazing how much 
like her ex-husband he was in bed. Every grinding movement of his seemed to 
match that of her former spouse. 

It was at this point in her confused thoughts that she finally came to grips 
with what she believed to be reality. She had been lying there, fighting him 
mentally while physically responding to him, accepting the fact that she was 
physically aching for this even if it was wrong. Now she began to understand 
things a little differently, as if the man was actually pumping 
understanding into her with every cock thrust. IT WAS HER MOTHER WHO HAD 
BEEN WRONG. Her mother, teaching her it was bad for a man not her husband to 
touch her had been very wrong. The truth was, her body was in dire need of 
this. The moments continued to tick by, and she understood better and 
better. The truth was obvious if she was honest with herself. What this man 
was doing to her was a blessing. The thought grew in her brain, a tiny 
glimmer at first, and then a bursting flame, as if she had FINALLY found 
freedom. At first she tried desperately to fight it back and keep it down, 
but her inner efforts seemed to fan and encourage these thoughts. Then she 
realized her body was suddenly a sheet of white-hot, blazing flame. 

She was NO LONGER accepting her fate. She was looking forward to it Wanton 
desire hotly burned inside her, yet she didn't want this man, who had forced 
her into all this, to know he was responsible for a complete TURNABOUT in 
her thinking. But it was TOO LATE. 

"You see, I WAS RIGHT," he told her, as her hips moved more rapidly now, 
churning with his, keeping perfect time and rhythm with the way he was 
pounding into her. 

Her heels dug into the mattress, and she was gasping with lust as she hurled 
her fulcrum against his, bouncing, moving, slamming her vaginal lips against 
his penis and testicles. Her body, and now her mind was possessed by what 
this man was doing to her, and she was once again the crude, responsive 
animal her ex-husband had once called her. She had NO IDEA why she was this 
way, but this time she wasn't going to fight it. This time she wasn't going 
to quash all the need and desire in her body as she had done for more than a 
year, now. She was FLOODED with insane desire, and her face reddened as she 
realized all the disgusting words he had used were running through her mind, 
plus quite a few more she had heard boys use in the library. Mmmmmmm! It 
felt good. She was being FUCKED, yes FUCKED, and there was apparently 
nothing in the world more arousing than being FUCKED and fucked hard. 

"This is only the BEGINNING," Dr. Kass whispered to her. 

"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... what do you ... aaannnhhhh ... mean?" she asked. 

"Your husband taught you the missionary position when it came to fucking. 
But you never rode him once, did you?" 

"How ... aaaaannnhhhh ... did you know?" she gasped. 

"I told you, I know everything about you," he replied, not even breathing 
hard. 

"He ... ooooonnnnnnhhhhh ... said it was ... uuuuunnnnhhhhhh ... unmanly," 
she told him, shuddering. 

"There's no such thing as unmanly with a true man or a true woman," he told 
her, continually pumping the full length of his prick into her. "You have a 
lot to learn, and as a librarian you're in the best place to learn it There 
are copies of the Kama Sutra, the Ananga Ranga, and the Perfumed Garden in 
the library. Those are the books to read, hidden away on dusty back shelves 
of the public library at the moment. As a librarian, you can go looking for 
them and take them back to the high school library with you, and there, read 
them, and understand all the other wonderful things you've missed in the 
world of sex." 

She had read the names of these books, before, in the various Confession 
magazines she'd read-how women had read these books and as a result became 
involved in assorted affairs, either with men they eventually exchanged for 
the true love of their lives, or their true loves, became involved with them 
immediately because of their reading such books. 

"Do you know why you're responding?" he asked. 

"Because I love you," she said instantly. "No, you don't love me, NOT YET. 
You may NEVER love me. But ONCE YOU LEARN to respond sexually to other men, 
you'll find the right one to love. Who knows, perhaps it will be ME!. " 

"But why are you telling me ... uuuunnnnnhhhhh ... this?" she asked. "Don't 
you know?" he responded. "No!" 

He began pounding more and more intensely between her thighs, stabbing with 
renewed vigor. He seemed tireless, tinglingly alert, looking for further 
signs of her continuing acquiescence. 

Lust and desire fired their way through Irene Norris. He was pounding away 
inside her like a sledge hammer, moving because he seemed unable to hold 
himself back. To Irene, it seemed as if his lean body had come to the end of 
its tether. 

"I'm ... uuuuhhhhhhh. . . going to ... ooohhhhhhh ... peak..." she gasped. 

"Then do it!" he urged. 

"What about you?" she grunted. 

"What about me?" he asked. i 

Then she was there. The sensation tore through her like a long pair of 
slicing shears, cutting deeper, deeper, deeper ... and then, "AAAAAAA 
NNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" 

The orgasm blistered through her with overpowering charges, as blast after 
blast shuddered through her. Her head whipped this way and that, and she 
bucked. Her face turned so that she was able to clamp her teeth onto the 
pillow under her head, and her hands reached down into her groin, massaging 
her clitoris. 

That was when she realized, as the feeling of orgasmic satisfaction settled 
down within her, that it was daylight. Her clock radio was on, and it had 
drowned out her yell. 

A dream! It had all been a dream! She looked at her breasts. No, there were 
no teeth marks on them. Her finger dipped into her sensitive vagina, making 
her realize she had masturbated herself in her sleep to an orgasm, but there 
was no sign of her having been entered by a penis. 

It had all been a dream, but it was as if the dream was trying to tell her 
something. It was a dream she vividly would recollect. It was a dream that 
would change her life, too. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

That morning, before opening the school library, Irene Norris, her hair once 
more tied back in a bun, her large glasses on, with no make-up to embellish 
her cheeks, her lips, or her eyes, wearing a stylishly shapeless green dress 
walked into the town's public library. She searched through the card 
catalogue until she discovered the numbers and location of the three books 
mentioned in her dream ... the books she had often read about in her 
Confession magazines. The librarian at the public library knew her to be an 
extremely modest woman and therefore assumed Irene was taking these books 
out for one of the teachers at the school who might be teaching erotology. 

Irene took the books to school with her and tucked them beneath the large 
circular desk in the middle of the school library where she sat. Then, using 
her copy of Plato's THE REPUBLIC to shield the other books, she began 
reading them one at a time and was both, fascinated and amazed at the many 
different ways to make love. A plan was already starting to evolve in her 
mind but she wasn't sure how to go about it, yet. 

"I'd like to check these books out, please," a voice said, interrupting her. 

Putting the book face-down, with THE REPUBLIC covering it, Irene looked up 
and saw the captain of the high school football team, blonde, handsome Mike 
Lockridge staring at her. Mike was enough to set any teenage girl's heart 
throbbing, and he was one of the few boys in the school who had so many 
girls at his beck and call, he hadn't settled on any single female, just 
yet. He was standing with his friend, Kenny Carlton, the captain of the 
baseball team. Kenny had dark-blonde, almost light-brown hair, and he had a 
more rugged, bulldoggish look about him then Mike did. like Mike, Kenny also 
had his share of girls, and when the two of them weren't studying, playing 
their respective sports, or out with the girls, they always palled around 
together. 

Looking, as always, very efficient, Irene checked the cards in the back of 
each book, pushed them into the automatic date stamper telling when each 
book was due back, tucked each card in its appropriate book, then closed the 
books and pushed them the two boys. 

"Hey, Mrs. Norris, how would you like to go out with me tonight?" Mike 
teased. "I'm free." 

"I'm NOT," Kenny smiled, "but I'm reasonable." 

"I think that's enough wry humor for one day," Irene curtly said to them. 

The two boys turned away, and Irene heard Kenny ask, "Are you SERIOUS, 
wanting to go out with a bag like Mrs. Norris?" 

"Nan!" Mike laughed. "Just kidding. Hell! The only way I'd go out with her 
is if she stuck a gun in my back." 

"Insensitive clods!" a male voice said, and startled, Irene looked up to see 
Albert Kass. He had just walked in. 

"They're quite right," Irene told him. "I'm not exactly an ideal date." 

"That is a matter of opinion, Mrs. Norris." 

"Just what IS your opinion. Dr. Kass?" she asked. 

"At the moment, I have NONE," he answered. "But I once listened to you 
discourse during lunch with one of the English teachers concerning Plato's 
theories in that book, THE REPUBLIC, and I have to admit, you were quite 
BRILLIANT." 

Before Irene had a chance to move, he reached out, picked up the book, and 
immediately saw the cover of the PERFUMED GARDEN underneath. 

"Mrs. Norris," he said to her, "I have misjudged you." He put THE REPUBLIC 
back down, and said, "You are obviously a well-read woman in more ways than 
one, and my respect has increased a hundredfold for you. I confess to being 
a little surprised, however, I'm also pleased. I think you and I ought to 
see more of each other." 

"I thought I once heard you remark that you never fool around with women 
where you work," Irene said. 

"In your case it would HARDLY constitute fooling around, Mrs. Norris. You 
see, I respect you, and there are very few women in the entire world I 
respect." 

"Thank you. Dr. Kass, I'll accept it as a compliment." 

"It was MEANT as a truth. We have to talk at greater length in the near 
future. Unfortunately, the bell is about to ring and I have a class. I look 
forward to meeting with you again in the near future." 

He was different in person than he had been in her dream, but she liked him 
better, this way. He wasn't trying to be a know-all, and for the first time 
he had noticed her. Perhaps the dream was a portent of things to come. It 
was certainly influencing her in other ways. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

School was out, and it was Friday. Irene normally had a long, frustrating 
weekend of nothing coming up. It was either a movie by herself, or with a 
girl friend who lived in the same boarding house, or it was a concert or a 
local opera. But not this weekend. 

The books had aroused and inflamed her even more than the love magazines, 
and Irene felt it was time for her to enjoy a happy, healthy sex life. So 
she began putting her thought-out master plan into action. 

She had a four-year-old Maverick, and it was still in good condition. She 
drove to the next town, and the first thing she did was go to a wig store. 
Even though her own black hair was below her shoulders, they showed her how 
to pin it up, and then slip the wig over it so that it looked natural. It 
was a blonde wig with ringlets and waves. Her own black hair was actually 
fairly straight. 

Next she went to the toy store, and there searched around until she found a 
toy replica of a German Luger. It was made of gun metal, and it would fire 
special caps if she wanted to waste money on them. Even the movement was 
similar to that of the real thing, and when it fired, the caps let out a 
puff of smoke and made a noise almost as loud as that of a twenty-two 
caliber pistol going off. Irene bought it, with a box of the special caps. 

Returning to her own town, Irene drove around until she discovered an 
abandoned boathouse. The door was unlocked, and going inside, she found two 
old inflated rubber boats. With one placed upside-down on top of the other 
it would make a perfect mattress. Had she been a male on the prowl for 
females, one place would not have been enough. But she really wondered if 
any male would be stupid enough to reveal what she intended doing. 

Returning to her boarding house, she left the wig and gun in her car, then 
went inside and took a bath. Afterward, she went to her room and, in her 
bathrobe, looked through her closet for clothes out of her past. Sure 
enough, there was the strapless black-sequined evening gown, and the mask 
from the costume party she had once attended. She also found the trick 
magician's handcuffs her husband had bought He had shown her the trick to 
opening them without any key. 

She had been to the gynecologist last week. Her intrauterine device was 
still in place. She'd thought of having it removed once she had been 
divorced, but something held her back. Now she knew it was her nagging id 
which wanted her to let loose and enjoy life while there was life to enjoy. 

Her watch told her it was nearly five-thirty. Football practice at the high 
school would just about be coming to an end. The coach there was a 
perfectionist, and even though it was winter he turned on the field's lights 
after dark and had the boys practicing. Afterward, they would take a shower 
and rest for fifteen minutes, making certain they were completely dry before 
going out into the cold night air. As the school librarian, she had run off 
enough practice schedules for the football team to know their routine 
backward, forwards, and inside-out. 

Slipping on her strapless gown, she threw her coat on over it, tucking the 
handcuffs into the pocket of the coat Then she went downstairs and hurried 
out to her waiting car. Once in the car, she drove to a secluded spot in a 
nearby park, and there put on the wig, and then the mask. Underneath her 
gown she wore absolutely nothing. No use having underwear that looked frowzy 
compared to the gown. 

Taking her toy gun from the glove compartment of the car, she opened the 
trunk and removed an old black blanket which she wrapped around herself in 
place of her coat. Getting back into the car, she drove to the high school, 
hoping she wasn't too late. 

She arrived at the high school and saw the field lights were still on and 
the boys were still practicing. Sitting in her car with the engine running 
and the heater going, she remembered seeing an old kerosene stove at the 
boathouse. She hoped it was still in working order and had some fuel in it 

When the practice finally ended, some ten minutes later, the players 
retreated to the showers. Irene reached into her pocketbook on the seat 
nearby and pulled out a mask she had bought at the same store where she had 
picked up the toy gun. She had taped the eyeholes shut. She waited about 
twenty minutes, then got out of the car, seeing her breath in front of her 
as she walked with the heavy blanket tightly wrapped around her. Approaching 
the school, she stood and waited, watching the door to the shower room. She, 
herself, was in a clump of bushes, and in the darkness it was difficult to 
see her. The field lights were still on, but they threw shadows over the 
part of the school where she was standing. 

The door to the shower room opened, and one by one the boys started 
dribbling out. She saw the bulky form of Kenny Carlson come out and head in 
the opposite direction. Though Kenny captained the baseball team, he was 
also on the football team. 

Irene waited. More boys came out, and then Mike Lockridge came out. He was 
talking to three other boys, one of whom separated from the others and 
walked in the opposite direction. As the boys approached where Irene was 
standing, one of the other two walked over to a motorcycle he had locked up 
against the fence, and unchained it, and took off. 

"I have my car," the third boy was saying to Mike. "Want a lift home?" 

"Nah," Mike told him, sniffling a little and rubbing his nose with the back 
of his hand. It's a nice night for a walk. I'll hike it. Besides, I might 
want to stop off at the Malt Shoppe and see what action is there. If someone 
is there this time of night, you can bet she's looking to get boffed." 

"Good luck!" the other boy told him. 

"Skill," Mike replied as the boy headed for his car, "not luck." 

Once the other boy drove off, Irene saw Mike was getting ready to run back 
the other way. She stepped out from the bushes and called, "Mike!" 

When Mike Lockridge turned around, he saw a woman with what looked like a 
black cape over her shoulders. She was wearing a strapless evening dress, 
which meant she was probably freezing her tits off. The figure in that dress 
looked nice, a little on the plump side maybe, but Mike Lockridge liked 
women with meat on them. He especially liked the looks of this blonde, even 
though he was unable to see her face. It seemed shadowed. He stepped closer 
to her, asking, "Do I know you?" 

"It's enough that I know YOU," she replied. "I want you to come with me." 

"Yeah? Where?" 

"Wherever I say," she replied. 

"Look lady, I don't have time to play games," he told her. "I mean, if 
you're offering a little fun, I'm a WILLING guy..." 

"I don't have time for anything BUT games," Irene told him. "However, it's 
cold out here, and I'm not in the mood to discuss things with you." She 
suddenly produced the Luger. 

"Hey, come on now, who do you think you're kidding with something like 
that?" Mike gasped. It looked too real to be anything but a pistol. 

"Kidding?" Irene asked, and pointing the gun a little to the side of him, 
she pulled the trigger. 

The gun on this cold, crisp night went off with a loud bang. The flash was 
nice and bright, and the smoke curling from the barrel made it look very 
convincing. 

"Holy shit!" Mike gasped. "All right, all right, take it easy. Just what the 
hell d'you want from me?" 

"Whatever I can get," she told him. "Put this on." 

She extended a hand and put the taped mask on a nearby bush, then stepped 
back. Mike walked over, looked at it, and said, "Hey, now look, I have a 
nice little pad, and my folks aren't home...." 

Irene pointed the gun directly at his middle, and he was suddenly very 
quiet. He reached out, took the mask, and slipped it on, covering his eyes. 

"Someone's bound to have heard that shot," he said, shaking. 

"So then it's high time we got out of here," Irene told him. 

"But I can't see," he insisted, hoping to make her come close enough so he'd 
be able to grab her. 

"Just walk to your left," she told him. "Just keep your hands out in front 
of you to make sure you don't fall." 

They walked this way, with Irene behind him all the way until they got to 
her car. She moved around to the driver's side, then had him open the trunk 
of the car with a key she pressed into his hand. Once the trunk was open, 
she took the key and had him climb inside. Then she slammed the trunk lid 
down on him. 

Getting into the car, she started it up and immediately headed for the 
boathouse. Once there, she got out of the car, knocked on the trunk lid and 
said. "I'm opening the trunk. That blindfold had better be on." 

Unlocking the trunk lid, she stepped back as it swung open. He had the 
blindfold on and was groping as he came out. She shut the trunk lid then 
ordered him to walk to his right, guiding him until he was at the door to 
the boathouse. They stepped inside with Mike in front of her, and she left 
the door open until she was able to light the kerosene stove and a small oil 
lamp, nearby. Then she shut the door and looked around. There were some 
broken wooden boats, as well as the two rubber ones she had placed on top of 
one another. Then there was an old wooden chair. 

It didn't take long for the kerosene stove to heat up the boathouse, and 
when it did, Irene spread her blanket out on the floor. She had Mike lie 
face-down on the blanket with his arms behind him, and using the barrel of 
the gun pressed against the side of his head, she slipped the cuffs on his 
wrists. She wasn't worried about taking off his shirt. That part of his 
anatomy would be able to remain covered. 

"What's going on?" Mike asked, as she got to her feet and removed her 
clothing. 

"You'll find out," she replied, rolling him onto his back and removing his 
pants, shoes, and shorts. 

"Hey, that's NOT FAIR. You can see me but I can't see you." 

"Don't worry," Irene assured him. "You'll be more than happy before the 
evening is through. "Now, suppose you work your way up to your knees." 

Struggling, with his arms locked behind him, Mike managed to finally get up 
to his knees. 

"What's on your mind?" Mike asked. 

"Nothing PAINFUL," Irene assured him, "provided you do everything I tell you 
to do." 

"Yeah, sure!" 

"Good! I promise you won't be sorry. Believe it or not, Mike, this is going 
to turn into a FUN evening." 

"Well, hell," he muttered, shivering a little. "I'm all for fun." 

"Oh I promise you, this is going to be a lot of fun." She walked over to 
where Mike was kneeling, and said, "I'm still holding the gun in case you 
get any cute ideas. As you can tell, I'm directly in front' of you. Now lean 
down and start kissing my toes. I want you to lick each toe and lick between 
them too. In case you're worried, I just had a long bath, and I'm very 
clean. In fact I'm even perfumed." 

"Yeah, well that much I can already tell," Mike replied. "That's a wild 
scent, too. I've never smelled anything like it." 

"I bought it especially for tonight, for YOU, Mike." 

"Hey, you know, this'd be a lot more fun if I could at least see what I'm 
doing." 

"Sorry, but you can't see, and you can't touch-at least not with your 
hands." 

She saw the blindfolded Mike staring as if trying to look through the taped 
mask at her. There was a strange expression on his face now, as if he was 
trying to figure out what kind of a weird person she was. He shivered a 
little when he felt the metallic length of the gun barrel caressing his 
cheek. 

"Okay, okay," he nodded. "I'll do it!" 

Bending forward, his arms behind his back, his face pressed against her 
shins, then her ankles, and then her feet. His tongue leaped out and licked 
at the rounded edge of her big toe, and from the smoothness of the toenail 
he decided she had also gotten a pedicure for the unique occasion. The 
lacquered smoothness of the nail polish was unmistakable. 

Irene shuddered, thrilling to the wonderful feel of the cool tip of his 
tongue as it lapped at her sensitive toe. Little by little his tongue licked 
out farther and farther, probing under her toe, lifting it, then sliding his 
lower lip under the toe. Then he closed his upper lip on top of her toe, and 
he began sucking, noting she had told the truth. All he tasted was cleanly 
perfumed flesh. His tongue moved in circles around and around the toe, 
tasting the delicately perfumed digit, repeatedly. 

Irene sighed, shuddering and trembling with delight, feeling wonderful 
erotic shivers charge through her body as his mouth opened wider and sucked 
in her next toe. He was doing it without her having to tell him. Very good! 
Obviously he had done something like this before. 

Irene thought she might feel guilty about all this, but she didn't. What she 
did feel was ridiculous for having lived a celibate life for more than a 
year. Imagine, it had taken a dream to change everything. Thrill after 
thrill continued surging through her shuddering body as the youth's tongue 
licked between each of her toes in turn, and as each of her toes slipped 
into his hungry mouth to be nurtured by his slurping lips. 

She looked down and watched his licking tongue as it left her right foot and 
moved over to her left foot. Inside, she felt the heated juices in her 
vagina starting to come to a slow boil. The liquid was beginning to bubble, 
and soon would splash out and come dripping down her inner thighs. 

The chair was close by, and with Mike still sucking on the toes of one foot, 
Irene was able to step with her other foot so that she was able to reach out 
and grab the rickey old chair. She pulled the chair over and sat on it, 
offering him her soles and arches. He licked all of her two feet, and her 
thighs were wide apart, making Mike curse the blindfold. He was able to 
smell the delicate feminine scent of her wafting out from her clean pussy, 
and it made him drool with anticipation. His mind was imagining what the 
vagina must look like. Because of her blonde wig, he imagined he saw a power 
puff of blonde hair around her pussy. Her labia were probably full and 
pouting and rich, and he imagined seeing those inner lips opening and 
closing as if beckoning him forward. Jesus! He was willing to bet it was one 
fantastic pussy, all right. He sensed the muscles in her thighs alternately 
tightening and loosening. He was beginning to imagine how his solid penis 
would feel, buried in the nestling treasure trove he was just barely able to 
nasally appreciate. His throbbing cock was starting to expand and contract, 
beating against the blanket on the floor as it drummed out its desire. 
Sheeittt! He hadn't felt this hot since the night he had lost his own 
virginity. 

He was taking his time, prolonging everything now, but it was from a strong 
desire for this mysterious woman rather than to merely do her bidding. His 
licking tongue was moving into the instep on her right foot, and then it 
leaped to the instep on her left foot, unerringly finding it even with the 
blindfold on. 

Irene shuddered with delight, thrilling to the pressure of his tickling 
licking tongue slowly moving up the back of her left calf. Then he moved his 
head so he was licking her right calf. Now a series of delightfully 
thrilling shudders began electrifying their way through her. Soon his tongue 
was lapping at the back of her knees as he used the tip of his tongue was 
lapping at the back of her knees as he used the tip of his tongue to outline 
the H-shaped creases. His only pauses were to move from one leg to another. 
The blindfold obviously hampered him, not allowing him to change to a more 
upright position. She had to help by holding onto his hair because he wasn't 
able to use his hands. He had no idea the cuffs holding him were able to 
open by the pressing of a small spring catch. God! He felt so damn helpless, 
and the rich smell of her made him want her even more. Jesus! She didn't 
need that goddamn gun. He sure would like to have his hands free and his 
eyes open to really appreciate her naked body. 

He was licking higher at the moment, his slurping tongue moving up the 
insides of her thighs, and she shuddered as she felt his flicking tongue 
doing things to her not even her imagination had been able to picture. All 
this from the reading of some books she had remembered in a dream. Luckily 
he was blindfolded and was unable to see her expressions. As it was, she was 
able to picture the way he'd stare if he was able to see. She wondered if he 
would go into her vagina without her saying a word. 

His tongue had made her white flesh shine like velvet from her toes right on 
up to where her thighs were firmly joined to her torso. Every single time 
his lapping tongue probed the creases where her legs were attached to the 
rest of her, his nose pressed into her pubis, and he breathed deeply, 
inhaling the rich scent of her juicing pussy. He figured if he was unable to 
see her face, maybe he'd be able to identify her one day by the scent of her 
flesh. 

"All right!" Irene said to him. "It's time for you to rest and for me to 
take over." 

"Hey!" Mike said, smiling. "What are you going to do, make love to 
yourself?" 

"Not at all," Irene replied, smiling broadly. "I'm going to simply 
reciprocate and do to you what you did to me. I know you aren't going to 
fight me, because something like this should make you happy." 

"What makes you so sure about how clean I am, though?" 

"You just came from taking a shower, didn't you?" 

"Yeah." 

"And you always have a fresh change of clothing with you at school, don't 
you?" "You sure know a lot, lady." "Not really. For instance, you ought to 
be honored that you're the first male I've ever tried anything like this 
with. Until today, it was straight copulation and nothing else." 

"We all have to learn sometime," Mike nodded. 

"Precisely," Irene agreed. 

Walking over to the kneeling man, Irene helped him sit down on the floor 
with his feet stretched out in front of him. She looked at him carefully in 
the lamplight, and as she had suspected, he had been very thorough when 
taking a shower. He smelled of the clean soap used in school. 

"Now," Irene smiled again, her voice a soft whisper as it had been all along 
for the most part, so Mike wouldn't recognize it. "I'm going to begin 
precisely as you did." 

Kneeling, she saw the expectancy on the youth's face as he quivered, not 
with cold, but with anticipation as she knelt and breathed on his feet. Yes, 
he was clean, ail right. She began licking the boy's right foot, her tongue 
working very gingerly in the beginning, then becoming more adept at it, 
enjoying what she was doing, sucking his toes, one at a time, then in twos, 
then in threes, and finally using the flat of her tongue to wash his feet 
all over. 

Irene discovered she WAS enjoying herself, immensely. She had the youth lie 
back, then turned her body around, feeling his shirted chest tickle the 
hairs on her vagina, making her cunt lips wetter and aroused with more and 
more excitement as her tongue continued moving, slowly crawling along the 
underside of the boy's legs, licking his calves, and then his inner thighs 
as she slid her body back. She was aware of Mike's solid cock jerking and 
twitching insanely as globules of lubrication continued popping out, then 
running down the sides of the upright penis. 

"Enjoying it?" Irene asked. 

"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW I LOVE IT," the boy replied earnestly. 

"Fine. As it is, with that blindfold on you can't see, so I don't have to 
worry about you being distracted. I'm moving back until my pussy is directly 
over your face. Turn your face straight up so I can rub my cunt lips against 
your mouth. If you should suddenly get the urge to use that tongue of yours, 
letting it leap into my vagina, don't hesitate. I forgot to mention that 
it's been a long time since anyone has made love to me, and no one has ever 
lapped me there, before. Do a good job, and as a reward, I'll perform 
another first." 

"Yeah," Mike asked, panting. "Just what's that?" 

"Why once again, I'll do tat for tit. I'll suck on your penis." 

"Wow, lady! You're really something. You know, if you'd told me this was 
what you had in mind in the first place, this nonsense of blindfolding me 
and handcuffing me wouldn't have been necessary. Come on, get this stuff off 
me and we can really go to work on one another." 

"Sorry," she insisted. "I have my reasons for keeping you like this." 

"Yeah, like what?" Mike Lockridge wanted to know. "Just why is it really 
necessary to chain me up and cover my eyes?" 

"You're my TRIAL run, Mike," she told him. "If everything works out well 
with you, well then, I'll be able to do things I've always been afraid to 
do. I was brought up in an almost-puritanical atmosphere, and my parents 
robbed me of a proper sex life by teaching me that sex was something one did 
in a marriage bed, and only with the man lying on top and the woman on 
bottom. I've come to realize life is considerably different from what 
they've led me to believe. My folks weren't fair to me, you see. So I have a 
lot of making up to do. If things work out well with you, who knows, we may 
try this again, sometime, but once again, on my terms. Whether or not you're 
willing is up to you." 

"Hey, lady," Mike gasped, inhaling the rich scent of her vagina as she 
wiggled it closer to his face, "with you I'm willing any time. Any night, 
any day, any moment. But I'd sure as hell like to know who you are." 

"Well now, that's what adds spree to all this," she tittered. "The fact that 
you don't know makes it all the more interesting." 

Irene slowly lowered her lovely face, carefully resting her weight on one 
forearm while she gripped the young man's solid phallus with her other hand. 
Slowly, very, very slowly, she brought her mouth closer to it, parting her 
lips, and now and again allowing her tongue to lick out nervously to wet the 
quivering tip. 

"Here we go!" she whispered, staring at the throbbing penis in her hand, and 
her mouth opened to form a deep, hollow ring. Then the ring of her lips was 
slipping gently over the hardened length of penis as perfectly as a 
custom-made wedding band might fit itself on the ring finger of a bride. 

Mike's thighs immediately stiffened as he felt the wonderfully thrilling and 
delightful sensation blast its way through his entire body. He began 
automatically bouncing his buttocks on the floor, his face slamming up, his 
mouth automatically pressing against Irene's soddenly dripping vagina, 
reminding him he also had a job to do. He turned his face even more upward, 
imagining he was able to see the tantalizingly pulsating pussylips directly 
above him. He automatically opened his mouth and pressed his wide-open lips 
against the musky maw of the woman's femininity, feeling her tantalizing 
mouth linger as he tasted the sweet essences of her pussy. Damn! He only had 
the head of his cock in her mouth. He wanted MORE. 

Turning his face to the side, he gasped, "Get my whole cock into your mouth, 
lady. If you're gonna do it, do it RIGHT. Suck it inside, run your lips up 
and down the length of the tube, then pull on it, as if you're trying to 
suck something out of a very thick straw, and while you're doing it, press 
those lovely full tits of yours against my belly and legs. Here, I'm going 
to raise my knees so you can press those fabulous boobs into them, baby." 

Almost as soon as he said it, Mike slowly raised his knees, pressing his 
cuffed hands flat against the floor behind his back to help give him a 
little support as he proceeded to lance his tongue straight up and stab it 
into her honeyed womanly pit He was sucking noisily, loudly slurping, the 
sounds bouncing off the wooden walls and coming back to the two of them, 
letting both Irene and himself know just how much he was enjoying what he 
was doing. 

Irene felt overjoyed and thrilled with delight at the feeling of his lancing 
tongue in her steaming depths. She found nothing humiliating about doing 
this as she had feared she might, and so she proceeded to tighten her lips 
all the more firmly around the blonde-haired boy's throbbing penis. She was 
grateful she had chosen to do this by herself rather than have some man 
force it on her. It was plain where forcing her to do this would immediately 
have caused her to be traumatized. Voluntarily accepting it and doing it 
took away any and all stigmas. It was obvious from the way he was lapping 
her pussy that Mike had done things like this before. He was an expert with 
his tantalizing tongue and sent one chilling delight after another 
shuddering insanely through her body. Lord! She was enjoying it, really 
enjoying it. Even the loud slurping sounds were arousing. 

She pressed the tip of her left nipple against the youth's thighs, feeling 
her tan spike swell and enlarge, becoming a rubber spine that stabbed all 
the more solidly against the man's flesh. The large, full mound of breast 
solidly crushed itself against his left thigh, and she quivered, feeling the 
prickly hairs on his leg tickle her. At the very same moment, her sucking 
mouth tightened on what she had come to think of as her personal flesh 
lollipop. Her lips formed a perfect oval to fit tightly under the ring of 
his corona, sensing the way the massive phallus continued throbbing. As it 
began sliding into her mouth, she started bringing her tongue instantly into 
play, pressing it solidly and flatly against the underside, making her mouth 
put pressure on the length of cock as it continued pushing its way into her 
mouth. 

Irene felt a conglomeration of different sensations in her quivering body, 
looking at the huge throbbing penis she was sucking, doing what she had 
always objected to with her own former husband. Now her tongue seemed to 
glue itself to the underside of his throbbing penis, slowly, gently, 
carefully slithering along the length of silk-skin-covered steel penis. Her 
tightly ringed and sucking mouth continued pushing lower and lower, feeling 
the softness of his outer penile flesh seemingly stretch. 

The more cock she stuffed into her mouth, the more Irene wanted, and the 
more, it seemed, there was. When she finally did open her eyes and look 
down, she realized all she had done was swallow little more than the corona. 
There was still so much of it left to pull between her lips. She had been 
afraid she might get sick doing something like this, but with the passing 
seconds she realized there wasn't the least little sickening sensation in 
the pit of her belly. On the contrary, she was enjoying it immensely, 
thrilling to the taste and feel of it against her tongue. She was glad it 
tasted as good as it did, because it made doing this a genuine pleasure. 
Mmmmmm! It felt so good between her lips, and from the way the youth was 
writhing it was obvious she was giving Mike unabated pleasure. 

Mike lifted his left thigh and pressed it on top of Irene's head, pushing on 
the skull, carefully, not wanting to risk angering her. Irene was too 
involved to think about getting angry as her mouth began slowly sinking 
lower and lower on the throbbing phallic wand. Oh God! The feelings charging 
through her quivering body were more arousing than ever, and Irene realized 
Mike was licking her damp vagina all the more avidly, now. She shuddered 
with delight at the way his thrilling tongue seemed to touch a totally 
different part of her vaginal interior each time it licked into her. And on 
the out-stroke she felt his flattened tongue wash over the button of her 
clitoris, making it stiffen a little more each time. Her entire body was 
vibrating and shaking, and the sight of her lips, reaching almost down to 
the base of Mike's penis as the head wedged itself in the entrance to her 
gullet, made her own shuddering body grow taut and stiff with even more 
desire. Though she wanted to take the knob into her throat, Irene felt she 
wasn't quite ready for that, yet, and so her head began to very slowly rise 
until only the man's glans remained firmly encased in the tugging tightness 
of her sucking lips. Then her head suddenly began to furiously and swiftly 
bob up and down, moving wildly, almost maniacally, and Irene knew she 
wouldn't be content until she had somehow or other made this man unleash his 
semen. 

As she continued bobbing her head up and down, Irene discovered her body 
moving in direct opposition to her head, her ass-cheeks rising a little, 
only to fall solidly against the youth's forehead. She thrilled to the 
feeling of his lapping tongue, spear stabbing into her internal self again 
and again. It was at this time she was sorry she'd had to manacle his hands 
behind him, knowing she would be enjoying all this much more if the man's 
hands were caressing her ass-cheeks or feeling her nipples. More and more of 
the thickly bubbling juices began oozing from her simmering vagina. Some of 
the oil ran down her thigh, but most of it was gobbled up by the youth 
lapping her pussy. 

With her own right hand Irene reached under herself and began caressing her 
breasts, pretending it was the hand of the youth touching her. She had put 
the gun aside on the floor, knowing Mike was blindfolded and unable to see 
for the moment, and his hands were firmly locked behind his back, so he 
wasn't able to use them. 

In her mind Irene pictured how they looked, in what the French called a 
soixante-neuf position, she leaning over him, her knees tucked under her 
against his shoulders, hunched over so that she was able to continue sucking 
on his throbbing organ while he continued licking into her vagina, his arms 
tightly secured behind his back, his knees raised, and his thighs pressing 
against her cheeks, holding her in place. Her mouth bobbed up and down all 
the more quickly as she tasted his seminal oil, a flavorless, viscid liquid 
that rolled around on her tongue before she actually swallowed it. This was 
more heavenly than she had ever imagined. To think, she had resisted things 
like this all the years of her married life. Perhaps if she had been able to 
do things like this with her husband, she would have saved her marriage, 
because one good tonguing was probably all his tired penis would have needed 
to bring it vibrantly back to life. 

The thrilling sensations continuing to build in the heated depths of her 
seething cunt caused her to finally release her own nipples. She was all set 
for her climax, way ahead of the other who was continuing to wildly tongue 
her vagina. Her entire body suddenly became taut, and then juices were 
flooding from her vagina. It was a small orgasm, a very minor one, just 
enough to take the edge off, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. She 
needed more and more and more, and her mouth pushed itself further down on 
the throbbing penis, letting the knob of the cock jam itself into her gullet 
for a moment. She gagged, choking, and quickly lifted her mouth from the 
penile length, taking deep breaths. Then her mouth immediately returned to 
his huge shaft. 

She continued rubbing her vagina back and forth across his openly lapping 
mouth, feeling the hungry football captain suck the last little bit of 
excess lubrication from between the quiveringly sopping depths of her 
shuddering pussy. He was once again building her to ecstatic heights, but 
this time she felt her climax was a long, long way off. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped aloud, lifting her mouth from the 
boy's prick for a moment. "That was good. I want another one, Mike, a better 
one. You can do it for me. Come on, use that mouth of yours, really put it 
to work." 

Her mouth went back down on the boy's throbbing penis and she sucked it 
right in to the entrance of her gullet, her lips pulling, her tongue 
lapping, her palate scrubbing, her teeth scraping. She bobbed her head all 
the more vigorously as his mouth speeded up and sucked at her clitoris. 

She remained kneeling there, between Mike Lockridge's thighs, the fingers of 
her left hand clutching the base of the young high school senior's cock, 
squeezing it as it continued wildly pulsating. The heel of her hand pressed 
itself firmly but very gently into the softness of his scrotum sac, and her 
hand began jerking and pulling very softly and tenderly as her tightly 
ringed lips came down on her thumb and forefinger. Slowly her squeezing hand 
slipped lower and lower until they were clinging to the youth's balls, while 
she all but hammered her face into his groin. His hairy testicles were like 
two huge golf balls in her delicate hand, and her mouth slid the littlest 
bit lower, this time almost letting the penis penetrate into her esophagus. 

Her pinkly pursed lips worked tirelessly, wetting the length of solid penis 
from the swollen pinkish crown all the way down to within two inches of the 
hair-surrounded base as her tongue flicked maddeningly along the topside. 

In the meantime, her hand continued to anxiously squeeze the hairy sac 
containing his testicles, applying just enough proper pressure to make him 
feel insane thrills shooting through him again and again. The hotly swollen 
staff was enlarging even more now, plunging anxiously in and out of the 
lovely librarian's more-than-anxious mouth. 

The masked Irene listened with delight, hearing the noisy sounds Mike made 
as he continued hungrily working on the pinkness of her seethingly anxious 
and aroused feminine inner chamber. The stiff, lengthy tongue was knifing 
into the burning hollow of her steaming cunt, probing as deep as possible, 
slurping its way out along the sensitive length of her upper vaginal wall. 
As it slid out of her, it washed over the stiffly pulsating clitoris each 
time. Mike Lockridge was hungry for more of this woman's vagina. Christ! It 
tasted like fresh peaches. He had never tasted a pussy this delicious 
before, and he had tasted more than his share of cunt. What added to all 
this enjoyment was his awareness of her extreme sensitivity. Jesus! He'd 
never had a woman react this strongly to a tonguing, before. It was the most 
savory, smoothest, wettest, delightfully thrilling vagina his tongue had 
ever had the pleasure of invading. 

Irene had to use her own fingers to grip her nipples again. For an instant 
she was startled, not realizing her own hands were touching her. She knew 
the youth was manacled and ought not to be able to free his hands. The 
instant she realized she was touching herself and there was no danger of the 
boy's discovering who she was, she relaxed again, thrilling to the many 
pleasures running rampantly through her shudderingly quivering body. Her 
fingers were seeming attachments to other hands, tweaking and pulling on her 
nipples, making them grow again as new desire built up inside her. 

Abruptly, she decided it was time for her to be properly fucked, not by just 
a dream cock, but by the real thing. The lad had a penis that almost dwarfed 
that of her husband's massive truncheon, and she decided no matter how thick 
it was, she had to have it fitted inside her. 

Sliding her mouth from the throbbing length of masculine flesh hose, she 
murmured, "I want you to fuck me now, Mike. I have to have this monster 
lodged tightly inside me. I enjoy sucking it more than I thought I would, 
but the truth is, I have to enjoy it buried in my vagina, as well. I don't 
know how many other females you've fucked with it, and I don't care, but can 
you hold your orgasm back long enough for me to peak?" 

"Hell, I can't fuck you," he replied. "Not tied up this way. I need my hands 
free to balance myself over you." 

"There are other ways," Irene hoarsely insisted, and she lifted her seething 
crotch from the youth's face and got to her feet. Then she assisted Mike 
Lockridge to his feet, and helped guide the blindfolded lad to the 
straight-backed, rickety chair, hoping it would hold the two of them. She 
gripped his penis and his testicles, and had him close his thighs. Then she 
straddled his thighs and, with her feet flat on the floor and one arm around 
his neck for balance, the other hand kept the penis upright as she slowly 
sank her weight down, letting the seething tunnel of her fiery vaginal kiln 
swallow his upstanding rod of muscle. Down, down, down, and even farther 
down she sank, sighing as its thickness widened her dripping interior 
wetness, stretching her membranes, enlarging her tissues, little by little 
burying the full length of the penis inside her. Irene shut her eyes and 
imagined what it must look like, feeling behind her with her fingers to make 
certain all that remained outside her vagina were his testicles. Every last 
little millimeter of penis was buried to the hilt in her seething pussy. 
Blood was pulsating in her vaginal lips, making them swell and pout even 
more, and she once again realized how foolish she had been, denying herself 
this pleasure for more than a year. Every woman had a right to be fucked, 
especially if she enjoyed it as much as Irene. As long as she harmed no one, 
and as long as she took nothing away from any other female, there was 
nothing wrong with what she was doing. 

Her fingers reached beneath her buttocks and she rubbed the tender inner 
lips of her own inflamed vulva. She thrilled to the thickness of the 
stuffed-in penis pulsating vibrantly inside her. Leaning forward, resting 
her head on his shoulder, she reached behind her with her other hand and 
began caressing the tight, furry ball that was his scrotum. The fingers of 
her first hand probed and pressed into her labia, teasing them, caressing 
them, touching first her left labius, then her right cunt lip. This seemed 
to give her even more penetration and feeling. Finally, as Mike pressed his 
feet on the floor and rammed his prick higher, literally lifting her own 
flattened feet from the blanket covering the floor beneath them, she reached 
around with her left hand, sliding it between his ass-cheeks, feeling 
through his asscrack, and finally finding his anus. Even as he sat, all but 
crushing her finger in the process, she drove the digit firmly into the 
seething depths of his tight ass-hole. He squirmed, forcing her wriggling 
finger to sink itself even more deeply than she had intended. This made him 
leap upward again. Her own perineum felt the pressures of his testicles 
rubbing against it, teasing the strip of skin, making her realize precisely 
how ultra-sensitive she was there. It slapped against his wrinkled scrotum 
repeatedly with every bouncing movement of her shuddering body. At the same 
time, her finger stabbed deeper and deeper into his rectum, making him 
squirm and wriggle, and he gasped, "OHHHHHHHH ... lady ... I ... uhhhhh ... 
don't know who you ... uuuunnnnnhhhh ... arrrre ... but one thing's forrrrr 
... surrrrrre ... you really know how ... uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... to make a guy 
f eeeeeeelllllll ... gooooooood ... hhhhaaaannnnnhhhhhh..." 

Her finger was probing more and more into the youth's rectal cavity, and 
soon it was in as far as possible without her actually straining her hand. 
He was not really seated any longer, but his flatly planted feet on the 
floor took half his weight, while his back, pushing against the back of the 
chair, which was against the wall of the boat shack, took the rest of his 
weight. He continued to shove his vellicating cock in and out of the tightly 
slushy depths of her seething pussy, and Irene, under her mask, winced with 
thrilling delight. She rotated her slurping cunt around and around, 
continually moving it up and down on the throbbing pike. She felt filled, 
wonderfully filled, and this time it wasn't a dream or anything approaching 
a dream. This time it was real, though she had the dream to thank for giving 
her the courage to think this up and go through with it. 

The two of them proceeded to fuck madly, the youth's back pressing all the 
more firmly into the back of the chair, his ass prodded up and down by the 
finger solidly driving in and out of it. Even so, most of the work had to be 
done by the woman he knew of as the mysterious masked blonde, since his 
hands were still bound, and his eyes still covered. 

Irene was bouncing insanely, uncontrollably, the continuing delightful 
pressure of his cock in her cunt and his balls against her perineum and 
ass-hole assuring the youth her body would remain in place, keeping his cock 
from sliding out. The white, soft and rubbery cheeks of the lovely Irene's 
solidly padded behind rebounded again and again from the hairy thighs of the 
blonde football captain's body, feeling thrill after thrill as she had never 
known it to invade her body before. The newness of the position had a LOT to 
do with it. She had never fucked while sitting in her husband's lap, and she 
discovered that position, in sex, as well as in life, was everything. Her 
curvaceous thighs, slightly chunky though they were, moved with the 
litheness of a slender pair of limbs, shivering with uncontrolled 
enthusiasm, her sucking vaginal lips crushing tightly around the invading 
penis, fitting firmly over it as a custom-made glove fitted the hand for 
which it had been designed. Her throbbing inner tissues and quivering 
membranes were shuddering with uncontrolled enthusiasm, her vaginal lips 
contracting overpoweringly in uncontrolled and anxious anticipation of that 
ultimate sensation of total satisfaction. Her interior was flamingly alive, 
and the shuddering inner flesh heatedly and achingly transmitted her 
feelings to his moving penis, telling the youth this was, as far as he was 
concerned, a super cunt. 

The masked Irene watched with overjoyed delight as the manacled Mike lowered 
his head and blindly managed to find her right nipple, pulling it into his 
mouth, making her gasp as his working tongue played consistently over the 
thrillingly turgid bud as his teeth all but ground into the rubbery breast 
point, making Irene shudder and gasp even louder. This caused her soaking 
vaginal oils to flow even more quickly, and floods of lubrication poured out 
over Mike's thighs and dangling testicles. Realizing how his mouth was 
affecting the woman, Mike Lockridge transferred his lips and tongue to her 
other nipple, biting and sucking on it with almost no control, clamping on 
the nipple, making it a willing prisoner in his mouth as his tongue lashed 
it mercilessly again and again. 

The masked woman continued enjoying herself. playing with her helplessly 
bound captive, pushing her finger into his narrow rectum, and then pressing 
her own lips into the side and nape of the youth's neck as his lips 
continued working on her nipples. His wobbling testicles, pounding against 
her perineum and ass-hole as she bounced up and down, enhanced the thrills 
for her as never before. All this served to continue enhancing the wellings 
of desire building in the two of them again and again. 

Her left forefinger was still locked in the boy's rectum as her right hand 
once more reached behind her to continue squeezing his testicles. Gasping 
sounds made her realize she was loudly panting as she continued insanely 
riding the softness of her inner feminine flesh over the heatedly inflamed 
poker of thrusting male solidity continually filling her. Looking down for a 
moment, she saw how excited the boy was, curling and uncurling his toes 
against the blanket on the floor. His jungle of pubic hair massaged her 
clitoris raspingly. She found herself panting even more heavily because of 
what was happening. 

Mike Lockridge was going wild, feeling sensation as he had never felt it, 
before. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a captive, and he secretly 
enjoyed being controlled for a change instead of being the one in charge. In 
any case, the pressure of the mystery woman's mouth locked firmly against 
his throat made him shudder violently. He lifted his head to breathe, and 
thrilled to the slicing of her nipples into his shirt-covered chest, two 
burning buttons of delight. Her teeth bit into his earlobe as she strained 
to keep herself bending forward as her unbelievably tight vagina continued 
madly bouncing up and down on his throbbing spear of solid flesh. Beneath 
the woman's pounding cunt, Mike thrilled to the delightful sensation of the 
woman's hand rubbing his weighty balls, making them more and more anxious to 
unload the seething contents, within. The fullness of her swollen 
breasts-and they were big breasts, all right, he knew that without seeing 
them-pressed more and more firmly into his solid chest. All this made him 
continue to madly bounce up and down in the rickety wooden chair, and he was 
almost as frightened as she that it wouldn't hold the two of them. Had it 
not been braced against a wall, there was a good chance it wouldn't have 
held. His lower parts were awash in a flooding sea of lubrication that 
poured out all over him. The lubrication was firing out of her pussy in 
consistent small jets in spite of the fact that his penis was stuffed inside 
her. 

Irene felt how her juices continued to copiously flow more and more freely, 
running down his thighs onto his calves, his ankles, and onto the floor, 
soaking the blanket beneath their chair. She saw how anxious Mike was, 
almost losing total control of himself, and she bounced wildly, pounding her 
shuddering body up and down with maddening fury, gasping as her own cunt 
juices came splashing all over the man's pelvis. Her seething hole was 
flooded with so much oil, there seemed to be not enough friction as the 
heavy penis continued sliding effortlessly in and out of her flushed pussy. 
This only made Mike Lockridge surge out of the chair with even greater 
rhythm, and only by digging her chin into the soft part of the youth's 
shoulder was Irene able to keep him from bucking her off. 

Mike sighed, feeling the tightening contractions of her seething womanly 
flesh as her membranes naturally dilated. It felt like tight velvet inside 
her cunt, squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He was also well aware of 
Irene's twitching convulsions as his strong thighs seemingly made intentions 
in the soft roundness of her ass-cheeks continued slamming against one 
another, his solid penis driving uncontrollably into her gobbling vagina. 

The pace had become too frenetic for the bound Mike. There seemed to be no 
way his penis would be able to restrain itself. The heavy sperm building in 
his testicles began boiling, and then it was foaming and churning, rising 
higher and higher until he lost total control of himself. Thick wads of hot 
semen came jetting out and splashing against her womb with overpoweringly 
violent force. Mike settled his ass-cheeks back onto the chair and rocked 
body back and forth in the chair as he continued blasting more and more of 
his fluid into the woman's tightly crushing interior. Now it was her teeth 
that were biting into the soft part of his shoulder as she began straining 
to climax. 

"AAAYYYYYYAAAAAGGGG-GGGHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNN-NNGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAA-AAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHA-Aw
A A A A I I I I I I Y Y Y Y Y Y A A 
A-AARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAA-AUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed in the abandoned 
boathouse. 

Irene felt it. The orgasm was welling up inside her as no previous climax 
had ever been able to do. She was going to peak, all right. She was going to 
reach a summit of monumental proportions, and there was no stopping her, 
now. 

"EEEEEYYYY.YAAAAAIII-II IAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHA-AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ... A A A A A 
I IIIYYYYYAAAAII-I I A A A G GGGHHHHOOOOWWW-WAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" she 
bellowed. 

The two fucked against one another frenziedly, pounding again and again as 
he stabbed his firing penis into the juiciness of her softly clinging 
feminine funnel, trying to spurt more and more of the fluid into the depths 
of her wide-open cunt. 

The heavy fluid backwashed down and out in a hurry, matting both their 
pelvic hedges and washing all over his testicles, as well as the bottom of 
the chair. Finally, like all good things, it came to an end. 

Irene helped the youth dress, after which she hurriedly dressed herself. 
Then she put out the kerosene stove and turned out the oil lamp, and then 
picked up the blanket from the floor, wrapped it around herself, and led 
Mike back to the car. He sat beside her on the drive back. Then she led him 
outside, had him lie down, removed his handcuffs, then jumped into her car 
and drove off. By the time Mike had gotten his taped mask off, her car was 
too far away for him to identify, especially at night. 

Irene felt wonderful. She felt more wonderful than she had in a long time. 
Smiling, she tucked the toy Luger back in the glove compartment of her car, 
along with her mask. Back at the park, she removed her blonde wig, carefully 
putting it back in the wig box, and then she put the box, along with the 
blanket, back into the trunk of her car. She hurriedly donned her coat and 
returned to her boarding house. Before going inside, she wiped off all 
traces of makeup and combed her hair back into a bun. Then she put on the 
glasses that made her look almost ugly. 

Getting out of the car, she climbed the wooden steps and hurried inside. 
Mrs. Sloan and the other boarders were in the living room, watching a 
who-dunnit on TV. 

Quietly climbing the stairs, Irene reached her own room and slipped out of 
the evening dress. She was chilled to the bone. 

Hanging the dress in the back of her closet, she put away her high-heeled 
shoes, then put on a bathrobe. Going to the bathroom, she settled her body 
in a nice, warm tub, and soaked for the better part of an hour, dreaming of 
all the enjoyment she'd had. Oh my! It was good. 

Irene was determined she would have no more longings for physical 
satisfaction. From now on, whenever the craving hit her, she intended 
gratifying herself. She had been worried that what she was doing wouldn't 
work, at first. But .seeing how easy it was with a muscular youth like Mike 
Lockridge, she was determined to enjoy more of it. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Well how did you like your first experience at non-marital lovemaking?" 

Opening her eyes, Irene found herself once again staring at Dr. Albert S. 
Kass. The lamp in her pink room was on again, and Dr. Kass was fully 
dressed, as she had seen him earlier in the day. 

"I LOVED it," Irene admitted. "I thought you would." "You're not Dr. Kass," 
she said to him. "Of course not," he admitted. "Well then, just WHO are 
you?" "Who do you want me to be?" "Are you going to rape me again?" "There's 
another foolish question. What purpose would that serve, now?" "Who are 
you?" she asked again. 

"I'm you," he replied. "I'm the you that has been hidden away inside, trying 
to get out. I'm the subconscious you. I've made you realize what you're 
inwardly craving, and I've granted that craving ... indirectly of course, by 
guiding you in what you're doing. Now, who's going to be next?" 

"Why should I have to go after someone else?" Irene asked. "Why not Mike 
again?" 

"No! Remember the plan you formulated in your mind. Never the same youth 
twice. He'll be expecting you now, and you haven't the FAINTEST idea how 
he'll react." 

"Kenny Carlton, then." 

"Perhaps. Wait until tomorrow. Then decide." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next morning, while in the library, Irene got the shock of her life. 
Kathy, the girl who worked with her, a talkative chatty blonde ten years 
younger than herself, walked over and said, "Have you heard about the lady 
rapist?" 

Chilled fingers seemed to clutch at Irene's heart. 

"N-no," she finally replied, knowing Kathy, the school gossip, would omit 
nothing. 

Kathy was a real blonde, and it was obvious she was both, pretty, and 
well-stacked. 

"Everyone thinks I might be the one," Kathy laughed. 

"What one?" Irene asked. 

"The blonde who raped Mike Lockridge, last night." 

"You're kidding," Irene replied, breathing a sigh of relief. 

Yes, it was obvious why Mike might think Kathy was the one. Her hair was the 
same color as Irene's wig, and in an upsweep it would look just like the 
wig. Kathy was also Irene's height, and like Irene, she was a little on the 
plump side. But Kathy, for all her bravado and big mouth, would never have 
had the courage to do what she, Irene, had done. 

"Honest," Kathy said, her eyes lighting up with the malicious gossip she was 
about to spread. 

"Did Mike Lockridge talk about it?" Irene asked. 

"Are you kidding?" Kathy laughed. "He absolutely denies it, claiming he was 
in the sack with an out-of-town college girl. But at least two boys know 
better." 

"Oh?" 

"To begin with, the editor of the school paper, who was hanging around, 
watching football practice yesterday, saw the whole thing. He said this 
mysterious masked blonde in a black cape and evening gown somehow or other 
forced Mike into the trunk of her car. She had a gun. He saw and heard it go 
off, once." 

"The editor of the school paper?" 

"You know, Edgar Bumber, the skinny kid who had to bring food to school to 
eat in class because he was so undernourished. He always wanted to be an 
athlete, but never had the physical stamina. Heck! Even today, he's weaker 
than either you or me. But he has one hell of a poison pen, and he's going 
to write the whole thing up for the school paper." 

"Oh? When does the paper come out?" 

"This coming Friday." 

"By the way, when did this so-called rape take place?" 

"Last Friday. Say, how was your weekend?" "Boring." 

"I FIGURED as much," Kathy told her. "I drove by your place on both, 
Saturday and Sunday and saw you bundled up, sitting on the front porch, 
talking to some of the other boarders." 

"They're nice people," Irene said, shrugging. 

"You ought to get out more and have fun?" Kathy told her. 

"I'm NOT the swinging type," Irene smiled. 

"Who said for you to swing. "What you ought to do is what I do. I get dolled 
up, flash my eyes at a guy, make all kinds of unspoken promises, let him 
take me out, and then if he's lucky I give him a good-night kiss at the 
door." 

"That's wrong," Irene said. 

"Why?" Kathy wanted to know. "All these boys and men want is a good time. 
They want to use my body. I just don't let them." 

"That must leave you very frustrated." 

"Not really. I don't care about sex." 

This was a girl in dire need of a lesson. Irene decided she would have to 
teach it to her. But before she did, there was a skinny runt who needed to 
be silenced. 

"Hey," Kathy told her. "Here comes that Bumber kid, right now." 

Irene looked up and saw the boy, one she had seen on and off for the last 
four years, as he walked into the school library. He was short, extremely 
thin, though far from ugly. There was an expression on his face she normally 
didn't like. Had it been possible to avoid him, she would have. 

With Edgar was his childhood friend Marcus White, and Irene found it 
difficult to understand why a boy like Marcus hung around with Edgar. Marcus 
was tall, handsome, and intelligent. True, he wasn't an athlete, but he 
still had a nice body. Irene would have preferred making it with Marcus than 
Edgar, but Edgar was the kind of person who would have ruined his friend's 
reputation for a story. It was his own reputation he was worried about. 
Edgar Bumber boasted that no woman had ever been able to seduce him, though 
Irene was certain the truth was, no woman wanted anything to do with him. It 
was his boast that when he grew up, he would head a new citizen's committee 
for decency that would rid the town of loose women once and for all. Irene 
decided to put a crimp in that, as well. 

In his conscientious desire to poison-pen the whole world, Edgar Bumber hung 
around the school until all hours of the late afternoon and evening. Most of 
the time he was to be found in the little room that served as the school's 
newspaper office. 

Just down the hall from the newspaper office, in a storeroom next to the 
library, were some of the many electronic and mechanical facilities for 
teaching students. To begin with, there were all the new TV monitors, and 
with them were the various video tape recorders and cameras. The moviemaking 
class practiced with VTR cameras before going on to film. It saved the 
school a tremendous amount of moving picture costs. 

Although the school storeroom was not brightly lit, it was lit well enough 
for a VTR camera to get clear pictures. On her lunch-break, Irene slipped 
into the storeroom and discovered something else of interest. The janitor 
kept a bed of alfalfa in a far corner where he liked to goof off now and 
again. Even if people came into the storeroom, the chances of their walking 
that far back, and then seeing him-because the alfalfa bed was hidden by the 
multitudes of shelves-was very remote. 

Taking one of the video tape cameras, she tied it to a shelf rung, pointing 
it at the bed of alfalfa. She tied back the trigger starter, but kept the 
machine's power turned off. All she had to do was depress two keys, and the 
camera and 

VTR would start, recording everything that took place in the storeroom on 
the alfalfa bed. She piled some books around the camera so it wouldn't be 
too noticeable. Then she hurried to the lunchroom to eat. 

That evening, she slipped into her evening gown again, put on her coat, and 
got into her car. Driving to the park, she donned her wig and mask, then 
drove to the school. This time she parked on the other side and went in 
through a side door she knew was always open. Taking off her shoes, she 
walked barefooted down the cold stone corridor, moving silently. Stopping at 
the storeroom, she went inside and slipped a four hour cassette into the 
recorder, then turned the machine on. Leaving her shoes in the storeroom, 
she walked toward the little newspaper office. Sure enough, the light was on 
inside. 

Opening the door, she peered in. Edgar Bumber was there, all alone. Boldly, 
she walked in, but her feet were so silent, Bumber was not aware of her 
presence until she was standing right beside the desk where she was sitting. 

Looking up, Bumber gasped, "You!" 

"Me," she nodded. 

"Where's your gun?" he asked, smirking. "I suppose you're going to try and 
force me like you did Mike." 

"I don't need a gun with you, Edgar," she replied her voice husky with want, 
the sound of than either you or me. But he has one hell of a poison pen, and 
he's going to write the whole thing up for the school paper." 

"Oh? When does the paper come out?" "This coming Friday." 

"By the way, when did this so-called rape take place?" 

"Last Friday. Say, how was your weekend?" "Boring." 

"I FIGURED as much," Kathy told her. "I drove by your place on both, 
Saturday and Sunday and saw you bundled up, sitting on the front porch, 
talking to some of the other boarders." 

"They're nice people," Irene said, shrugging. 

"You ought to get out more and have fun?" Kathy told her. 

"I'm NOT the swinging type," Irene smiled. 

"Who said for you to swing. "What you ought to do is what I do. I get dolled 
up, flash my eyes at a guy, make all kinds of unspoken promises, let him 
take me out, and then if he's lucky I give him a good-night kiss at the 
door." 

"That's wrong," Irene said. 

"Why?" Kathy wanted to know. "All these boys and men want is a good time. 
They want to use my body. I just don't let them." 

"That must leave you very frustrated." 

"Not really. I don't care about sex." 

This was a girl in dire need of a lesson. Irene decided she would have to 
teach it to her. But before she did, there was a skinny runt who needed to 
be silenced. 

"Hey," Kathy told her. "Here comes that Bumber kid, right now." 

Irene looked up and saw the boy, one she had seen on and off for the last 
four years, as he walked into the school library. He was short, extremely 
thin, though far from ugly. There was an expression on his face she normally 
didn't like. Had it been possible to avoid him, she would have. 

With Edgar was his childhood friend Marcus White, and Irene found it 
difficult to understand why a boy like Marcus hung around with Edgar. Marcus 
was tall, handsome, and intelligent. True, he wasn't an athlete, but he 
still had a nice body. Irene would have preferred making it with Marcus than 
Edgar, but Edgar was the kind of person who would have ruined his friend's 
reputation for a story. It was his own reputation he was worried about. 
Edgar Bumber boasted that no woman had ever been able to seduce him, though 
Irene was certain the truth was, no woman wanted anything to do with him. It 
was his boast that when he grew up, he would head a new citizen's committee 
for decency that would rid the town of loose women once and for all. Irene 
decided to put a crimp in that, as well. 

In his conscientious desire to poison-pen the whole world, Edgar Bumber hung 
around the school until all hours of the late afternoon and evening. Most of 
the time he was to be found in the little room that served as the school's 
newspaper office. 

Just down the hall from the newspaper office, in a storeroom next to the 
library, were some of the many electronic and mechanical facilities for 
teaching students. To begin with, there were all the new TV monitors, and 
with them were the various video tape recorders and cameras. The moviemaking 
class practiced with VTR cameras before going on to film. It saved the 
school a tremendous amount of moving picture costs. 

Although the school storeroom was not brightly lit, it was lit well enough 
for a VTR camera to get clear pictures. On her lunch-break, Irene slipped 
into the storeroom and discovered something else of interest. The janitor 
kept a bed of alfalfa in a far corner where he liked to goof off now and 
again. Even if people came into the storeroom, the chances of their walking 
that far back, and then seeing him-because the alfalfa bed was hidden by the 
multitudes of shelves-was very remote. 

Taking one of the video tape cameras, she tied it to a shelf rung, pointing 
it at the bed of alfalfa. She tied back the trigger starter, but kept the 
machine's power turned off. All she had to do was depress two keys, and the 
camera and 

VTR would start, recording everything that took place in the storeroom on 
the alfalfa bed. She piled some books around the camera so it wouldn't be 
too noticeable. Then she hurried to the lunchroom to eat. 

That evening, she slipped into her evening gown again, put on her coat, and 
got into her car. Driving to the park, she donned her wig and mask, then 
drove to the school. This time she parked on the other side and went in 
through a side door she knew was always open. Taking off her shoes, she 
walked barefooted down the cold stone corridor, moving silently. Stopping at 
the storeroom, she went inside and slipped a four hour cassette into the 
recorder, then turned the machine on. Leaving her shoes in the storeroom, 
she walked toward the little newspaper office. Sure enough, the light was on 
inside. 

Opening the door, she peered in. Edgar Bumber was there, all alone. Boldly, 
she walked in, but her feet were so silent, Bumber was not aware of her 
presence until she was standing right beside the desk where she was sitting. 

Looking up, Bumber gasped, "You!" 

"Me," she nodded. 

"Where's your gun?" he asked, smirking. "I suppose you're going to try and 
force me like you did Mike." 

"I don't need a gun with you, Edgar," she replied her voice husky with want, 
the sound of it sending shudders of wanton need through the 
eighteen-year-old virgin boy. 

Bumber didn't know what to do. He was too frightened to move, but deep down 
he was hoping, praying, WISHING she would rape him. He needed a good lay; to 
discover what real sex was all about. But if she forced him, it would mean 
he wouldn't be forsaking the ethic he had been preaching for the past four 
years. 

Irene took advantage of the skinny boy's temporary paralysis to brush softly 
by him and sit on the edge of his desk, swinging a bare foot under her gown. 
Her intoxicating perfume was driving him wild. He noticed her sequined gown 
was relatively simple in spite of it being strapless. It was cut very low 
over her full, firm figure, and he was able to stare down into the valley 
between her breasts as she leaned toward him. The thin material clung 
tightly to her smooth thighs, almost making her look naked, and Bumber 
gulped, realizing how easily a man can succumb to the temptation of the 
flesh. He saw the roundness of her hips and the slight swell of her belly, 
and it inflamed him all the more. He gulped, swallowing nervously. 

"Now look here," he gasped. "If you think you're going to simply walk in 
here and then ... welll...." 

"What's the matter, Edgar?" she teased, touching his thigh with the tip of 
her toe. 

"I'm VERY busy," he snapped, defensively. 

"Ah, yes, I can see, you're presiding over a full staff, aren't you," she 
teased. "Only it isn't a staff of reporters. It's the staff between your 
thighs. However, if I'm bothering you, then I will go away. You don't look 
like you're man-enough to handle me, Edgar." 

"Now wait a minute...." he started, standing as she stood. 

He expected her to walk over to him and rub herself against him, but she 
didn't. She brushed by him, letting him feel the weight of her breasts, and 
then watched as she walked to the door and opened it. 

"What a shame," she teased. "To think you and I would have had such an 
enjoyable evening together, Edgar." 

She drifted out the door, and Edgar Bumber hurried after her. He called to 
her in the echoing hallway, "Wait! I want an exclusive on why you did what 
you did to Mike Lockridge." 

"I didn't do anything TO mike," she insisted. "Mike and I did something 
together. I'm afraid that's something you'll never be able to understand, 
Edgar." 

She opened the storeroom door and walked inside, and Bumber hurried after 
her, thinking he finally had her trapped. He followed her down the near 
aisle, to the end of the storeroom. Then he followed her across two more 
aisles until she came to the pile of alfalfa. 

Irene had purposely chosen this route so they wouldn't pass the VTR that was 
on. She sat gently on the pile of alfalfa, then smiled lovingly up at him. 

"You're an EVIL woman!" he insisted. 

"Not at all," she replied. "I'm a very GOOD woman. In fact, ask Mike 
Lockridge and he'll tell you just how good I am. Now stop behaving like some 
kind of fool and get yourself over here. Come on," she insisted, patting the 
alfalfa beside her in open invitation to the horny young boy. She leaned 
back, letting her head rest on a nearby carton, and as she did so, she 
parted her thighs and the gossamer material of her gown slid almost all the 
way up her legs and thighs. Edgar Bumber was able to see under her dress, 
and stared, wild-eyed, realizing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. No 
panties, no stockings, no garter belt; nothing. 

"WOW!" he gasped, unable to keep himself from staring. His eyes strayed 
constantly to the pouting, hair-lined lips of her swollen vagina, clearly 
visible between her, parted thighs. The only thing he was not really able to 
determine was, what was the color of her pubic hair. It was too dark under 
the dress. Even when she spread her thighs a bit more, horrifying him that 
much more, a teasing grin creasing her lovely lips. Now he was able to 
ascertain she was aroused, excited. and he naturally assumed it was the 
sight of himself that had done this to her, not realizing that the woman 
before him was aroused at the thought of what was to come; at the thought of 
seeing another penis, and not caring who was attached to it. There were tiny 
dewdrops of moisture glistening under her dress on her vagina! mount, 
shining from between the tightly narrow pink passage as she exposed herself 
all the more openly to him. Although Edgar was now clearly able to see the 
color of her cunt hair, he was no longer interested, and if asked, later on, 
what color her hedge was, he wouldn't remember. Despite his so-called 
convictions to be steadfast and moral, and not allow himself to be simply 
seduced into something like this, Bumber felt the heat rising in his 
quivering body. 

Irene scrutinized the confused and beleaguered youth at length, her eyes 
half-closed, looking like a purring feline. She was aware of what the youth 
was thinking, and she derived a certain satisfaction in discovering almost 
no man was impervious to her charms. The way he stared he was almost 
handsome. . . almost. Yes, she was getting pretty good at sizing up males, 
and she assumed that whether they were eighteen or eighty they all reacted 
the same way. She was going to snare Bumber, and soon. 

A desperate, burning battle was being waged inside her body and brain of 
Edgar Bumber. He was at a loss to know what to do or say. A part of him was 
dying to reach out and feel the solidity of her excitingly large and swollen 
breasts. Good heavens! He was as depraved as all the other men he was trying 
to save from depravity. He realized now that he longed to kiss the full, 
ripe red mouth on that lovely, round face. If it weren't for the mask he 
might be able to figure out who she was. There was no doubt she did bear a 
resemblance to Kathy Surer, the blonde librarian, but her voice was 
different. Her voice was different from that of any other woman he had ever 
known. It was smooth, seductive, almost husky with lust. 

But no. . . this was wrong. He was a moral youth and he would never be able 
to carry on with all the various crusades he had begun if he succumbed to 
this woman's wile. He had to do something, fast. He had to find a way to 
avoid all this. 

He looked down at her and opened his mouth, but before he was able to say 
anything, Irene suddenly reached up and pulled the youth down beside her. 
Her supple, full-bosomed body curled very intimately against his as he all 
but lay in the alfalfa, unaware of the VTR camera grinding away. The 
fullness of her red, ripe lips grazed his almost boyishly smooth chin, her 
hands wandering over his back and chest, deftly opening his shirt, slipping 
inside, and discovering his secret desire to be macho by wearing no 
undershirt. 

"Hey ... uhhhhhh ... wait a minute ... I ... uhhhhhhh..." he began somewhat 
awkwardly, his voice echoing in the room and cracking with a mixture of 
shame, embarrassment, and wildly insane excitement. His words suddenly 
caught in his throat as Irene's right hand groped down around the twitch 
between his thighs after opening his belt. She deftly tugged down his 
zipper, then slid down his shorts. He unwittingly helped her by lifting his 
buttocks, and she had both, shorts and pants down around his knees. His 
semi-erect penis was suddenly out in the open. 

"Well, you certainly have NOTHING to be ashamed of there, Edgar," she told 
him. 

She was on her knees, making certain her profile was to the camera, her 
heavily sensuous eyelids behind the mask flitting up and down over her dark 
eyes. Her eyes were bright and eager with anticipation as she stared 
hungrily at the palpitating length of his continually growing member. 

As she knelt there in the alfalfa, a little to the side of him, she lowered 
her head, permitting her lips to poise themselves mere inches above the 
glistening rod of throbbing flesh as it continued thickening and stiffening. 
Edgar Bumber felt himself out of control, as if he had been rocketed to 
another world, another dimension. Everything was happening so swiftly he 
barely had time to think. He found it impossible to believe he was lying 
here, in a batch of alfalfa, in the school storeroom, before this panty-less 
blonde woman, who, even if she was wearing a mask, was unable to hide the 
excitement in her eyes, aroused by the sight of his swollen phallus. 

Irene's delicately feminine fingers reached forward and wound themselves 
around a penis that was at least a match for that of her ex-husband. She 
squeezed around the base of the blood-bloated penis, tightly squeezing and 
grasping its swelling solidity, tugging delightedly, almost obscenely at the 
full length of the blue-veined shaft, causing flames of pleasure to ripple 
through his loins. The delight internally scorched Edgar Bumber, searing his 
interior flesh as his penis throbbed and swelled to its thickest. 

Sprawled back as he was, with his head actually resting against a wall, the 
youth watched the alluring older woman with passion suddenly glazing his 
eyes. Her lovely, ringleted blonde hair was upswept, away from her face, and 
the mask might have hidden her features, but it didn't hide the rounded 
contours of her cheeks or the lovely, puckered expression forming on her 
lips. Those lovely lips floated like a moist flower directly over the 
thickly pulsating head of his penis, and the boy was unable to believe what 
this delightfully beautiful woman obviously had in mind. Bumber's heart 
thudded with overpowering arousal. He found all this impossible to believe. 
His brain was still unable to accept the intoxicating message his fiery 
flesh was sending to him. This stunningly beautiful, masked blonde-this 
woman who plainly wanted her identity hidden at ALL costs, actually had her 
delicately white, feminine fingers wound firmly around his throbbing, 
upstanding penis. 

"Edgar," she whispered, sexily, the sound of her voice driving him even 
madder with lusty desire, "I'm going to show you what it is to make love, 
and afterward, you'll understand why it's so important to people. If you 
mention what happened to Mike Lockridge in the paper, just remember, Edgar, 
something like this may NEVER happen to you again." 

Her voice was a softly crooning musical sound in his ears, her face, under 
her mask, becoming flushed with heated desire, her eyes widening with greedy 
anticipation. He stared at her while crazy bolts of electrical static, 
seething untamed excitement, danced sparkingly up his trembling spine. He 
felt throbbing sensations in his tormented cock as it leaped and pulsed in 
the warm circle of her clutching hand, his brain racing from a jumbled chaos 
of inner emotions. 

This was wrong. Very wrong. He had preached against it in the paper a 
thousand times. Now he was succumbing to it. 

Sharp, clear mental denunciations began to cut viciously into his 
consciousness. The very intensity of his mounting excitement became 
frightening to the youth, making the overpowering gravity of this immoral 
transgression appear even greater in his mind. How was it possible for him, 
a person who had preached the goodness of self-restraint all his life, to 
commit such a wanton act, and with a woman obviously somewhat older than he 
was, though it was impossible to tell precisely how MUCH older. He felt his 
self-respect, the very foundation of his entire proper world suddenly shaken 
by the power of his mounting sexual agitation. 

"Why aren't you putting something over my eyes, the way I saw you make Mike 
wear something?" the youth finally asked her. 

"Whatever you are, Edgar," she said to him, "I know you as a person who 
lives by his word. Now tell me, is it really necessary for me to blindfold 
you, or do you think it safe for us to continue this way? Tell me, NOW!" 

That was when something finally snapped in Edgar Bumber. In a single split 
second he tossed aside all the horrible inhibitions and narrow fears that 
had been self-instilled over many years. A beautiful, mysterious woman was 
on her knees in front of him, actually begging for the right to make love to 
him. What kind of a damn fool would he be to refuse? He had to accept. He 
was powerless to do anything other than accept. He was completely in the 
grip of his continually mounting desire. 

Irene sensed the immediate change coming over the formerly self-righteous 
youth. She didn't object when he struggled to his feet. 

"If we're going to do this," Edgar Bumber said, a new air of maturity 
suddenly coming from him, "let's do it, right. Here, let me finish 
undressing." 

He removed the rest of his clothing, then lay beside Irene. She realized 
that this new Edgar Bumber was a very attractive youth, indeed. His arms 
reached for her, and she slid into them. 

"Even if I can't see your face," he gulped, "you're really a beautiful 
woman." 

"Thank you," she responded softly. 

Then he leaned over and pressed his hungering lips very tightly down against 
hers. She curled up in his arms, wrapping her own arms around him and 
pulling him on top of her body, letting on of his bare legs fall between her 
open thighs. She was a heavy woman as far as Edgar was concerned, but she 
was also soft and supple, and her body was firmly glued to his as if it 
belonged against him. As he ground his lips harshly into hers, she moved her 
dress-covered thigh against his naked loins, making certain his throbbing 
cock was still sensually stiff. Edgar was more than aware of the seminal oil 
leaking from its tiny little slit, smearing itself all over his glans as 
well as all along the thin brocade of her gown. He was certain the woman 
must be feeling his wetness as she continued delicately massaging him with 
what he sincerely believed was a practiced thoroughness until he was certain 
the head of his penis would literally explode. It was jerking now, as though 
he would expectorate sperm from it at any instant. He was already aware of 
pressures building, deep in the pulsating depths of his testicles, below. 
Edgar timidly thrust his tongue into the woman's deliciously tasty mouth, 
and she sucked very gently on it, even nibbling delicately with her teeth, 
though not hard enough to cause pain-merely arousal. Chills began running 
the length of Edgar's spine. He had to pull his mouth away from hers to 
escape more of this teasing sensation. He placed his face against her mask, 
inhaling what he believed to be her perfumed hair, thinking smilingly of his 
friend Marcus, and how shocked the youth would be to see him, Edgar Bumber, 
with what was obviously a mystery woman who was fast becoming the most 
desired female in town. The story he had told to Marcus and some of the 
others about what he had seen had spread like wildfire through the school, 
and ninety-nine percent of the boys voiced their sentiment that they wished 
the mystery woman would come after them. But imagine, she had chosen him, 
Edgar Bumber. She had found him desirable. What a shock it would be to 
Marcus, who though not an athlete, was a ladies' man, to see him with his 
cock buried in the heated depths of this woman's cunt. He knew it wouldn't 
even pay to mention it to Marcus. If Marcus didn't believe him, his only 
friend in school would be making fun of him. If Marcus did believe him, he 
would be chiding Edgar for coming around to his, Marcus's, way of thinking. 

"You've never been with a woman, before, have you, Edgar," she told him. 

"Well, you know," he said, trying to excuse himself, "the girls in this 
school are so young and really inexperienced. Who would want anything to do 
with them?" 

"Well I'll teach you a few things, Edgar," she huskily whispered. "Then you 
can teach them to some of these inexperienced girls. Would you like that?" 

"You bet!" he agreed. 

"Then just wait until I get my own dress off." 

That was when Edgar, who was clutching her close to him, felt the desire 
with which she was quivering. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, a little frightened. 

"Come now, Edgar, you do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

She was panting, and he realized her desire was for him, for Edgar Bumber. 

"Yes," he gasped. "Oh yes, yes, yes, God! I want to fuck you, all right. I 
want to fuck you more than anything else on earth," he replied, the lewd 
words exciting and arousing and titillating him much more than he would have 
Believed. 

"Then tell me, Edgar. Tell me how much you want to fuck me and make me feel 
wanted, as well." 

"I want to fuck you! I want to FUCK you! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck 
YOU!" 

"How, Edgar?" she groaned, lying beneath him. "How do you want to fuck me?" 

"Deep! Deep and hard and solidly! I've never fucked another woman before, 
and now I think it's because I was saving this first time up for you." 

"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed, moaning and squirming, almost tossing his light, 
limber form from her own rounded form. "Come on, let me get undressed. I 
can't wait any longer, myself." 

Edgar rolled off her and lay to the side as the lovely young woman got to 
her feet. He stood with his legs wide apart, letting his penis jut toward 
her, a naked cannon standing out in front of him in full erection. His own 
eyes were tightly locked on the lovely brunette as she somehow managed to 
slip gracefully out of her dress. She looked like something out of a Rubens 
painting, no, more like a Tintoretto, with pink flesh and rounded haunches. 
Now she was totally naked, and once again his eyes clamped on the pinkness 
of her vaginal pout, and once more it never registered on his mind that her 
vaginal hairs were black. 

Irene looked up at the handsomely aroused Edgar Bumber as she once again 
fell to the alfalfa. She enjoyed looking at the way he stood so masterfully 
above her, his throbbing penis waving through the air like a bandleader's 
baton. She stared at the throbbing, blood-bloated red tip, and said, "You 
have something there of which you should be proud, Edgar. It's going to feel 
good forcing its way into me. I want you when pushing it in to rotate it, 
actually screwing it into my cunt. Oh Lord! Come on, already! I want to be 
fucked!" 

Further aroused and inflamed at the lewdness of her words, Edgar Bumber 
hurriedly knelt beside her, feeling the need to touch her. He slid his hands 
gently between the roundness of her delightful thighs, and they fell limply 
open without any resistance, as if his handprint was all that was needed to 
magically open her. He slowly, carefully moved his hand higher between their 
full, silken softness until his manual digits came into sudden wet contact 
with the smooth curls of her pubic hair growing so darkly and tantalizingly 
between the columns of her loins. He anxiously and hurriedly tried pressing 
his middle finger into her vagina, as Marcus had once told him he'd done it 
with a girl, pushing between the softly moist flanges of her inner labia, 
and the woman jerked spasmodically away, not in protest but from the 
unexpectedly warm contact that sent a shudder of sensation charging through 
the nerve ends of her naked flesh. 

He ran his hands hungrily, yet reverentially over the fullness of her 
high-mounded breasts, still unable to face the fact that he, Edgar Bumber, 
was caressing a desirable woman. Then his palm ran smoothly down over the 
flat plain of her belly, then touched her rounded, columnar thighs, moving 
over the white unprotected nakedness of all of her with shuddering hands 
that brought gasping mewls of pleasure from this beautiful woman. At least 
he assumed she was beautiful, even if he was unable to see her face. His own 
passion continued mounting and increasing as he watched his hands work on 
her as if by themselves, bringing gasping and quivering inner responses from 
what was plainly an exceedingly lovely body. When he looked at her masked 
face, he saw her eyes had been closed for a moment with passion. Now they 
were open, their dark color made even darker and deeper by a veil of lusting 
smoke because of the ever-mounting passion building and coursing directly 
through her. 

Irene was drifting in a world of deep, soft, wonderful pleasure, and she had 
no conscious thoughts in her mind save those of total enjoyment. Forgotten 
for the moment was the VTR camera recording everything. The only thing that 
seemingly mattered to her was the internal fire continually building higher 
and higher, charging insanely through her. Fire flickered between the 
silkiness of her tender inner thighs, then seemed to radiate from the 
burning tips of her trembling nipples, long and hard, and then the sensation 
flickered into the burning core of her trembling vagina where it roared in 
white heat like the interior of a blast furnace. 

"Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssssss..." she hissed. "Edgar, you really are a natural 
lover." 

Edgar began taking the initiative. Having given his word he would not try 
removing her mask, he forgot about her identity for the moment and began 
acting like the lover he had secretly always wanted to be. He pressed his 
mouth hungrily down over her loving lips again, feeling the heated wet 
pressure of her responding tongue as it speared into the depths of his own 
mouth in her own automatic quest for a stronger, warmer, wetter contact with 
this youth who was now so delightfully and thrillingly torturing her aroused 
body. 

His hands continued roaming over her tender and supple feminine form, and 
then he ran his fingers back to the opening between her lovely, pillarly 
thighs. This time her vagina did not jerk away but opened voluntarily to 
admit his fingers into the very core of her tender feminine being. 

Edgar Bumber was able to feel the heated center of her anxious pit flexing 
strongly, powerfully, thrillingly in passionate reply to his anxious touch. 

"Haaaauuuuunnnnhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaannnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she gasped, sighing 
continuously into his hungering mouth, her voice drifting between his lips 
as her tongue pushed itself into his mouth, washing itself around and around 
in there, moving this way and that, searching desperately, as if perhaps 
trying to find another entrance. 

Her mounting passion spurred his own. Continual disbelief kept on moving 
through the whirling mind of Edgar Bumber, and he was certain this sexy 
creature wasn't really here, with him, doing all these things with him. 
Things like this just didn't happen to Edgar Bumber. But each time he looked 
down, the masked blonde woman was writhing beneath him, a virtual slave. 

Bumber was unable to stand the pressure another moment. At home, when no one 
was around, he jerked-off furiously, and it was this masturbation that now 
saved him from having a premature emission. He moved, sliding over and on 
top of the beautiful woman-God! She had to be beautiful!-covering her like a 
softly warm protective blanket. He was aware of her trembling beneath him, 
shuddering helplessly, almost out of control, and reaching down with his two 
hands, the youth drew her unresisting thighs along the sides of his slender, 
flat hips until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal opening was 
presented to him as a heathenish sacrificial offering. For a long, long, 
tortured moment the boy held her legs in place and then started to reach 
down and shove his throbbing cock inside her. At the last moment, he 
demurred. 

She had come to seduce him, but now he was the conqueror. He had promised 
not to unmask her, but he hadn't promised he wouldn't dominate her, and even 
if he risked breaking the hold he had on her it would make it all a thousand 
times more exciting if she were to push his cock into her body, herself. He 
held his breath and spoke in a whisper, saying, "You put it in, whoever you 
are. Just fit it right into you, honey." 

His hot and heavy breath came flaming from his nostrils in a long, loud gasp 
as he felt her tinglingly tantalizing hand burrowing without hesitation 
between their two desire-tensed bodies and her warm fingers closed tightly 
and firmly around his rigid pylon of flesh. The woman stalled for a brief 
instant, but a moment later, the young man felt her thumb and forefinger 
form a ring and slowly tighten around the throbbing head of his penis and 
then slowly but firmly push up. Bumber loudly gasped, and his lips peeled 
back over his gritting white teeth as she massaged his cock up and down a 
moment before finally pressing the moistly sensitive tip of his organ 
against the poutingly thick and sopping wet opening of her narrow vagina. 
The young school editor felt her soft, curling pubic hair gently tickling 
the full heated length of his cock as the organ hung poised for entry 
between the tightly pulsating lips of her seething pussy. The smoothly 
heated length, filled as it was with nerves, felt excruciating, and it was 
all the youth was able to do to keep himself from simply plunging forward 
and completely burying every last little bit of that heavily throbbing spear 
standing out between his thighs. He ached to sink it, with a single 
flesh-splitting thrust all the way up into the inflamingly aroused and 
impassioned woman's quiveringly throbbing and waiting belly. 

BUT HE CONTROLLED HIMSELF. 

He controlled himself because deep down he sensed how much she needed his 
cock, and because he had been dominated by his mother almost all his life, 
he now felt the need to make a woman servile to him. Even though it tortured 
him beyond his wildest imagination, he kept himself back. He realized he was 
a conqueror at last. He had conquered this woman's body, though she had-as 
far as he was able to see-come here to merely torment him. She was at HIS 
mercy, at the complete mercy of his wishes at the present moment, and so he 
WAITED. He held back the final plunge that would fuse the two of them 
together into a single great and wetly pulsating mass of fucking flesh. He 
was wringing from this lovely woman an admission of total surrender that 
would bind the two of them together far more firmly, in his mind, than if he 
were to actually marry her. 

Irene lay there, unable to understand what was going on in the boy's mind. 
Still, because she had turned down the sound on the video tape recorder, and 
what they were saying was not being recorded, it looked as if Edgar Bumber, 
if not actually seducing the woman, was a willing accomplice to this 
fornication. She allowed him to take the dominating role because on the 
videotape it would appear he was, for all his platitudes about celibacy and 
decency, more than willing to initiate this act between them. So she lay 
there groaning, making tiny little unintelligible gasps, sounds that seeped 
from between the tightness of her passion-clenched teeth like strong puffs 
of heavy steam coming from a laboring locomotive. Her body shuddered and 
ached with desire, and she was more aware than ever of his youthful form on 
top of hers. Her thighs were spread even more widely apart now, soddenly wet 
from a delicious pressure that she, herself had placed there so many, many 
eons ago. 

Though she was the seductress in reality, she hungered. 

This wasn't the first time she hungered, but it was the first time she knew 
for a fact why she hungered. When she had been a young, naive teenager, she 
had hungered for a steady boy friend, but was unable to find one because, 
unlike the other girls, she wasn't free and easy with her body. 

In her early twenties she had hungered for a man of her own, and sure 
enough, she had finally landed one. She had landed Ed Norris who was going 
to prove to her how wonderful sex was, even if he had to marry her to do it. 
It was a whirlwind courtship and it was a wonderful marriage. She remembered 
her wedding night very clearly, and how he had been gentle, too gentle, 
because he had taken a long, long time to snap her hymen, and as a result 
she had felt considerably more pain than she might have had he entered her 
quickly and cleanly. The pain went quickly enough, and sure enough, that 
first night she'd had her first climax. Although it wasn't a strong, 
overpowering orgasm, it was strong enough for her to want more. The more she 
had, the more she hungered for. 

Her husband eventually divorced her because her hunger for what she termed 
simple conjugal love was too strong and overpowering. When he left her, she 
hungered to have him back on any terms, but he refused to return, claiming 
she was a sex fiend. 

Irene had refused to accept that, initially. She felt that what she wanted 
was merely a wife's right, and not something unreasonable. She hungered for 
love, and sex was a part of love. She wanted so much to be loved ... she 
thought. 

Now, it was another hunger, and a hunger she was sure of. She hungered for 
cock, and it gnawed deep inside her tightly contracting belly as if her 
vagina were an animal's mouth only waiting at last to be fed. Oh yes! She 
realized she was almost as much a prisoner of this moment as Edgar Bumber. 

At the very last moment, restraining himself and keeping himself from 
ejaculation by sheer willpower, the young man levered himself into a push-up 
position over the lovely masked woman's slowly undulating body and then 
looked down. The face beneath the mask was a contortion of indescribably 
delighted rapture, and the lips of her mouth were pursed into a wet oval 
with tiny groans of seething pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of 
her small tongue as it continued circling the outside of her delicate mouth. 
He looked down between their bodies and saw his massively throbbing 
stiffness slowly pressing into the soddenly wet folds of her richly open 
pink pussy. The silken softness of her pubic hairs surrounded the stump-like 
pole of hardened masculine flesh making a lust-arousing photo he committed 
to memory that caused his penis to throb involuntarily harder against her 
body. 

"Ummmmmmmmm!" she sighed, her voice emitting a helpless groan of ecstasy as 
she felt the obscene contact become all the more solid. She was once again 
ready for the reality of fucking. 

The youth began straining with all his might against the all-consuming, 
overpowering desire to cram his cock forward at the very moment and impale 
her instantaneously like a helpless prisoner condemned to the stake. But the 
youth wanted to make her wait a little longer, to suffer. He had heard so 
much about sex, especially from his friend Marcus, he ached to discover it 
all. Was it depraved? Perhaps, but who would know? Certainly this woman had 
no intention of telling anyone. Why he'd be able to do whatever he wished 
with her, and she would willingly agree, if only for that ultimate moment 
when he finally did push his penis into her cunt. But not right now! No! 

He stared down at the firmness of her meloned breasts, watching the way they 
swayed out gently from her ribs, and quivering a little, he sighed watching 
the way they bounced with every gasp coming from the depths of her chest. 
The sight of those full breasts excited him, and he was determined there had 
to be more one was able to do with them than merely paw them a little. 

God! They were so distracting. They thrilled him, and he had to have them in 
some way. He tugged his cock from its resting position against the exterior 
of her inner labia, then slowly began slithering up on her body, moving 
forward until he was seated on the upper part of her belly. A single-minded 
desire for what he thought of as depravity, he straddled her with a thigh on 
either side of her lovely ribs, and then gently nudged the tip of his penis 
in the deep, narrow cleft between the large, white mounds so that her hot 
breast-flesh enclosed the organ on both sides. 

The youth's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the sweetly resilient 
softness between his skinny fingers, continually making tiny ridges of white 
that protruded from between his upper knuckles. With overpowering, lust-bent 
desire, he continually kneaded and stretched the paps, staring, watching as 
the skin oozed through his fingers like foam rubber, delightfully soft, and 
yet springing right back to their voluptuous shape the instant the 
manipulating pressure eased. He clamped them tightly together so that that 
met across her delightful torso, flowing over, under, and around his 
throbbing cock, forming a velvety yielding tunnel for the throbbingly 
swollen organ. He turned the nipples inward so that they met across the top 
of his penile flesh and began a very gentle rocking motion. He thrust his 
entire rigidity through the flaccidly warm channel of breastflesh, enjoying 
the way the flesh made way for his cock as it slid forward, then seemingly 
poured right back into place each time he pulled his penis back. Each time 
he pushed, the gigantic, bulbous carmine head of his throbbing penis 
appeared at the far end of the delightfully soft, warm tunnel, and soon he 
was pushing so hard, the tip touched her chin very gently, leaving a little 
dot of oily moisture each time it touched from the seminal oil that seeped 
excitedly from the tip in his glans. 

The young editor continued the pace of slow rocking between her quivering 
mammaries for a few minutes, making her shudder with desire to feel that 
stiff shaft buried in her cunt more than ever. To Edgar Bumber, it appeared 
as if his penis was still growing and expanding, getting to the point where 
he was afraid it would eventually erupt into a great, geysering fountain. He 
knew once that happened, his organ would shrink to near-nothingness for 
anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours. So he reluctantly forced himself 
to sit still for a while and be content with the mere pushing and pulling of 
his hands at the full softness of her mountainous breasts, enjoying the 
quivering of the two hobbling mammaries so warmly surrounding his throbbing 
cock. He tweaked the nipples, rubbing them together against one another over 
the top of his pulsating penis, watching with a lascivious smile as they 
jerked and throbbed into even greater stiffness than he had believed it 
possible for a woman's nipples to grow. At the same time he studied her eyes 
and her mouth, and whatever parts of her face that were not hidden by the 
mask for the reaction he was having on her. 

Chills blasted through him as he realized what he was doing to her was 
electrifying. 

Her eyes were wide open, all right, but they gazed at him without actually 
seeing him, a thin, smoky veil of unadulterated passion obscuring her 
narrowly dilated pupils. She looked as if she were on some kind of drug. Her 
hips and buttocks behind him bounced insanely through the swishing alfalfa, 
her rounded, columnar, slightly chunky thighs kicking out, after which her 
knees would draw back again as if searching for some lover to clamp tightly 
between them. She was totally out of control and Edgar knew no matter what 
he did now it wouldn't much matter. Though he would keep his promise not to 
unmask her, he knew he'd be able to make her perform what he considered to 
be any kind of degradation his suddenly anxious brain might want to force on 
her to quell the fire that was raging totally unchecked in the depths of her 
flaming vagina. 

It was almost time to fuck her. Almost-not quite. There was still one more 
thing he wanted to make her do. 

His eyes locked on the fullness of her lovely, sensuous lips, still 
muttering all kinds of silently incoherent phrases, spewing them out into 
the air from the pressures of her tortured need. Those lovely lips were wet 
and gleaming from the way her tongue had swirled constantly around them as 
she lay almost suffering beneath him, waiting for her desires to be 
fulfilled. He wanted to cram the full length of his lust-stiffened penis 
between those lips, and the mere thought made Edgar Bumber shudder, because 
his mind was already picturing the warmly moist cavern of her lovely mouth 
closing around his penis, causing it to jerk and almost emit its ejaculation 
between her delightfully divine breasts. 

Bumber moved up a little so that his knees now rested very gently on either 
side of Irene's neck, and his lengthy penis was throbbing directly over her 
beautiful, masked face presenting her pretty glazed eyes with a view of the 
pulsating urethra running inside the flesh, beneath. His sperm-bloated 
testicles lay very gently against her oil-moistened chin, and Bumber sat 
perfectly still for a moment, thrilling to the sensation of the soft, warm 
mounds of her breasts squashed beneath the almost totally flat, small cheeks 
of his masculine buttocks. He didn't move in order to give her time to 
adjust to the change in position. He wanted to take it very, very slowly, 
not knowing whether or not she was going to object to what he wanted her to 
do. He ached to keep her body mad with desire so that he'd be able to have 
his will with her completely. She had come to humiliate him, he was sure of 
it. Now he would debase her. 

Bumber placed his two hands gently beneath Irene's head. She had the wig 
fitted so securely, he still had no idea it wasn't her real hair. Now he 
lifted her head from the alfalfa, bending her neck toward him so that her 
face and mouth were poised directly in front of the throbbing tip of his 
swollen penis. He pushed forward a little, his twin buttocks rolling on the 
large cushions of the twin breasts, beneath, the nipples all but cutting 
into his gluteal flesh. The tip of his angry red penis was now pressing 
between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lip stick 
painted surfaces lightly, tinglingly brush gently against the highly 
sensitive skin that made up his swollen cock-head. He didn't know just what 
it was that was driving him to do what he still considered to be a highly 
immoral and depraved act. Certainly if he were married he would never permit 
his own wife to do something like this. Was it the sight of those full red 
lips, looking so much like cunt lips? Was it what seemed like this woman's 
air of experienced debauchery? Edgar Bumber didn't know ... he just didn't 
know. All he did know was, he had to do this. 

Her sudden and immediate acceptance of what he wanted caught the boy 
completely by surprise, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight 
ribbons of her lips formed an oval that tightly closed over the achingly 
stretched muscle and flesh of his pulsating penis. Oh wow! This was beyond 
anything he had ever believed possible. 

She started using her tongue, slowly at first, drawing his penis deeper into 
her mouth as the tongue swiped around him, causing his throbbing cock to 
jerk inside the tightness of her mouth. Her delightful lips were soft and 
smooth, and they tightly clasped the throbbing lance of his penis enclosing 
it in an elastic ring, driving him up the wall with their insistent 
pressure. With almost pained intensity he felt the way her sucking lips 
slowly moved along the length of his throbbing penis into her mouth. Her 
oral cave surrounded him with a pool of saliva as well as the sensitive 
flesh of her palate, and the tenderness of her loving tongue. The youth 
placed his palms flatly on either side of her lovely hollowing cheeks and 
pressed inward to add to the excruciating pleasure. 

His unknown seductress once again surprised him by proceeding to suck with a 
moistly nibbling pressure of her teeth and lips, as her swiping tongue 
continued to lick and lap and curl around the throbbing penis as though she 
had done this countless times before, making him think she was an 
experienced feiiatrice. All the hunger burning in the aching depths of her 
squeezing vagina now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her 
mouth. He pumped his cock deeper, and inadvertently pushed the head of his 
penis through the ring of her gullet. It buried itself inside, touching new 
nerve-endings of which she had been fully aware until this moment. 

Irene was unable to believe the shocking thrills she felt as the penis 
pushed in and out of her esophagus. It was massaging those nerve-endings, 
making her realize it was possible for her to climax with a cock in her 
throat. That being the case, she was going to finish with Edgar Bumber her 
and now and not let him use her vagina. 

Bumber groaned incoherently above her lovely flailing head, and he pressed 
his palms all the more tightly against her two cheeks. He wanted to make 
himself shoot down her throat, aching to see her swallow his sperm. Yes, 
that would be even better than fucking her, and it Would make her understand 
that if she came looking for Edgar Bumber again, she would have to 
understand he would be the boss. But next time he wanted to know who she 
was. This time he had dominated her, but next time he would totally 
subjugate her and make her his slave. 

He flexed her loins, thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the oval 
hole that was her lips. seeing how sensual she looked with her mouth 
puckered around the cock. He continued rolling his flattened buttocks around 
on the mountains of her softly yielding breasts as if he were attempting to 
crush them into her chest. He stared, watching almost wild-eyed over her, 
seeing the manner in which his glistening tube of cockflesh disappeared into 
the tightness of her clasping lips. Jesus! It was really something. He was 
fucking her mouth. She wasn't merely sucking his cock, he was actually 
fucking her mouth. He thrilled to feel the entire length of his penis 
sinking in, making every nerve he possessed pulsate and throb between her 
lips and on into the soaking cavity of her saliva-filled mouth. 

His loins were growing very hot, and he was heavily perspiring between his 
skinny thighs, and still the mystery woman-as he thought of her-continued 
sucking, retaining his cock as a willing prisoner in her gobbling mouth, 
burying her face in his loins until he knew he was no longer able to 
restrain himself. The overpowering pressure continuing to build in his 
testicles as they wickedly slapped against her lovely rounded chin while the 
woman passionately continued her oral work was delightfully and agonizingly 
excruciating. It was so unbearable, his throbbing cock seemed to lengthen 
and inflate beyond anything it had ever done before. 

The constant movement of the penile head in and out of her gullet had 
brought Irene to the end of her tether, as well. Her climax was welling up 
in her, and if it wasn't quite the overpowering sensation she had enjoyed 
with Mike Lockridge, it was still more than enough to placate her 
desire-hungry body. She came, gagging out her orgasm. 

"GGGGGGHHHHHHAAAA-AARRRRRGGGGGLL-LLLLMMMMMMPHHHHH-AAAAAAUUUUUUWWWW-WWAAAAANNNNMMMMP-HHHHHLLLLGGGGRRRR-RMMMMHHHHHUUUUNNIMNNHHHHHH!"
 

For Edgar Bumber there suddenly came an uncontrollable jerking, and then 
nothing in the world was able to stop the white-hot liquid flow that was 
rushing from his balls into his cock like Niagara Falls. It came pouring out 
the tip of his spasming penis. 

"OHHHHHHH ... YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-AARRRRRRGGGGGGHH-HHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH. 
. . GGGGHHHHAAARRR-RGGGHHHHAAA-UUUWWWWAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed. 

He gripped her lovely face very tightly between his hands, and shoved his 
spurting penis ever deeper into her narrow gullet. She groaned beneath him 
still in the throes of her own orgasm as the first needle-thin spurt of his 
fiery masculine seminal fluid poured into her pharynx, filling the heatedly 
moist inner cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they had almost 
burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep 
from choking on the sticky white semen as he continued relentlessly emptying 
his testicles into the depths of her quivering belly. 

Edgar Bumber was convinced he was the only one who had climaxed, and it 
pleased him to think that this woman had seduced him only to satisfy him, 
but not herself. He continued shooting his sperm into her until his penis 
was empty and deflated, and then he pulled his cock from between her lips 
and fell to the side, totally empty. 

He just lay there as Irene stirred and finally got to her feet. She had done 
a thorough job of sucking the youth's cock, and as a result there wasn't a 
fleck of sperm on or around her mouth. 

Slipping on her dress, Irene turned off the tape machine while Bumber lay 
face-down in the alfalfa, with his ass sticking up. Then she slipped on her 
shoes and asked, "Do you still intend to write about me in the school 
paper?" 

"Hell, no!" he gasped. "To begin with, no one would believe what happened 
here, just now. Second, I'd like seconds, so I can't write about it." 

Irene smiled and walked out of the storeroom, unaware she was seen from the 
other end of the hall by Marcus White, who had stopped by on his way from a 
movie to see if Edgar wanted to give him a lift home. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next day it was spread all over the school that the mystery woman had 
struck again. Irene knew Edgar Bumber wasn't stupid enough to tell anyone 
what had happened, but by keeping her mouth shut and listening, she soon 
discovered Marcus White had seen the mystery woman. No, he wasn't able to 
make any kind of a positive ID, and though Edgar Bumber denied having been 
with the woman publicly, it was pretty much accepted that he had indeed been 
into her. 

At the end of the fourth period, Marcus White came into the library without 
Bumber, and Kathy, the other librarian called him over and began asking 
questions about the mystery woman. 

"To be honest," Marcus told her, rubbing his slightly beaky nose, his 
rounded cheeks reddening just a little, "she did bear a passing resemblance 
to you. Miss Surer. Mind now, I only saw her from a distance, but her hair 
was the same color as yours, and she had golden ringlets. I mean, your own 
hair is very wavy. That's pretty obvious, isn't it?" 

"Was she as tall as I am?" Kathy asked, drawing herself up to her 
five-feet-five-inches in height. 

"Mmmmmmmm. Give or take an inch." 

"Well, I'll tell you right now I'm not the woman," Kathy insisted. 

"So you say. Who'll believe you, though?" 

"Marcus, I'm telling you, I'm not the woman," Kathy insisted. 

"Yeah, well I don't care if you're the woman or not. The truth is, I 
wouldn't mind going out with a chick like you. Miss Surer." 

Irene perked up her ears and listened, while seeming to be paying no 
attention. Tonight she might do something a little different. Not that she 
had any actual desires for lesbianism. But if this Marcus was supposed to be 
as smooth as many other boys claimed, he'd be dating Kathy in spite of her 
preference for men older than herself, not younger. 

"Marcus, you can't afford me," Kathy told him. 

"Ah, but you're wrong," Marcus replied. "I work on the weekends, and I have 
about forty bucks saved at the moment. I can take you to a nice place for 
dinner, and then we can maybe go back to my place." 

"Aren't your folks home?" Kathy teased. 

"They're in California, on vacation," the boy replied. "How about it, Kathy? 
Just you and me? Hmmm?" 

From the glint in Kathy's eye it was obvious she was about to do a little 
cock teasing. Irene smiled to herself. Yes indeedy, this was going to be 
fun. 

"I'm warning you now," Kathy told him. "I'm still a virgin, and I intend 
remaining one, no matter what tricks you try." 

"Me?" Marcus asked. "What kind of tricks would I try? I'm glad you're still 
a virgin." 

"Why? So you can play soda jerk and make my cherry pop?" 

"Why not! You're playing carpenter by making my banana stand." 

"Maybe we'd better forget the whole thing." 

"Afraid of me. Miss Surer?" the boy asked. 

"All right, Marcus. Pick me up in front of the school at six-o'clock. Then 
you can take me to eat at Delgado's. After that, we'll see just how 
convincing you can be. Let me warn you, men almost twice your age have tried 
... unsuccessfully." 

"Let's just think in terms of having a good time," Marcus said to her. "So 
what if you're a few years older than I am. I look old enough." 

"All right," Kathy nodded. "Remember, in front of the school, at six." 

"It's a date," the youth nodded. 

Irene smiled to herself. Kathy was going to be very rudely shocked, while 
Marcus was going to be pleasantly surprised. On top of it all, she was going 
to get in on the fun, herself." 

The rest of the day seemed to crawl by. At three-o'clock. Dr. Albert Kass 
came into the library, and he smiled at her, almost knowingly, saying, 
"There's quite a flap about this mystery woman." 

"Oh?" Irene asked. "Why tell me?" 

"No reason in particular, except that just about everyone else knows the 
police are going to be staking out the school from no on, making it more 
difficult for her. They might catch her." 

"What feelings, if any, do you have on the subject?" 

"I'm on HER side," Kass smiled. "Who is she really hurting? She certainly 
isn't committing statutory rape. All the boys she's picked on are eighteen. 
I wish her luck. What about you?" 

"Sex," Irene said, "is something I don't discuss." 

"No," he smiled, "you just like to read about it. I look forward to our 
first date, Mrs. Norris," he told her, and walked away. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The church bell rang once, signifying it w nine-thirty. It was a cold, 
frostbitten evening, an anyone with any sense would have stay indoors. The 
car pulled up in front of Marcus White's house and the woman inside waited. 
Sh knew Kathy well enough to figure out the blonde intended coming back to 
Marcus White's house with him and cock-tease him a little, and the walk 
away, leaving him with a pain in his groin 

As she watched, she saw two people, the onl two people out in such cold 
weather, walking down the block. He was looking at Kathy with lust in his 
eyes, and Kathy was smiling to herself thinking how she would tease him just 
enough and then go home. She wouldn't even insist h walk her home. Not that 
it really mattered. Sh only lived a few blocks away. 

Irene slipped out of her car and waited. Her gold wig was tightly pinned to 
her head, and her new full-face mask was in place. Marcus was no Edgar 
Bumber. In order to handle him, he would have to be cuffed. So would Kathy. 
Though she didn't have a second pair of handcuffs, Irene knew she would have 
no trouble in finding something to restrict the blonde girl's movements. 

Stopping in front of the door to his parents' home, Marcus White wrapped an 
arm around Kathy and pulled the slightly older girl to him. He kissed her, 
and she kissed back, enjoying this immensely. 

"I can't wait to get you inside," he murmured. 

"Why wait?" a deep, throaty, sexy feminine voice asked, breaking their mood. 

The two looked up, and Marcus whistled softly. Standing nearby, wearing her 
strapless evening gown was the mystery blonde woman. Her carefully coiffed 
hair was golden and lustrous, piled high on her head. 

"See," Kathy whispered. "I told you I wasn't the woman. Now at least you'll 
believe me." 

In her hand, Irene held the toy Luger, and she was pointing it at the 
couple. 

"Just who the hell are you, really?" Marcus asked, trying to shield Kathy's 
body with his own. 

"Names don't really matter, Marcus," she told him, smiling. 

"No?" Marcus asked. "What does matter?" 

"What matters is the soreness in your groin, and you know it. We're just 
going to have to do something about that, and we'll have to do it, tonight." 

"You mean, you and me...." Marcus began but was cut off when she said, "I 
only promise that if the two of you do precisely as I say, not only will no 
harm come to you, but I think the both of you, especially you, Kathy, will 
enjoy tonight." 

"How do you know all our names?" Kathy asked. "Do I know you?" 

"What's important is, I know you. I also know Marcus, just as I know 
everyone in the school." 

"Are you going to rob us?" Kathy naively asked. "We really don't have much 
money." 

"Dear girl, I don't want money. In fact, you made Marcus spend quite a bit 
of money, tonight. So I'm going to borrow the two of you and see to it he's 
properly rewarded for all he's spent on you. You see, I have this obsession 
to make certain things are right. I merely wish to gratify this obsession. 
I'm certain the two of you will oblige me in seeing things are correct." 

"Things? What kind of things?" Kathy asked, frightened. 

"You'll understand more clearly in a little while," Irene said, gesturing 
with the gun. "Now shall we go inside?" 

Marcus was not stupid. He didn't believe in trying heroics when a gun was 
pointed at him. Besides, from what he had heard, the mystery woman was a sex 
fiend, and he definitely was in the mood to get his nuts off. He didn't care 
which blonde he buried his cock in, just as long as it was one of them." 

He opened the door and turned on the light, and all three walked inside. 
Irene shut the door behind her, hearing it automatically lock. She then made 
the other two lead the way to Marcus's bedroom. Once more shutting the door 
behind her, Irene wasted no time, saying to both of them, "Strip!" 

"What?" Kathy suddenly gasped, more afraid of displaying her body to another 
woman than to the boy, though the idea of showing him her figure didn't 
exactly please her, either. 

"Please don't argue with me or pretend you can't understand what I'm 
saying," Irene continued in the honey smooth, sexy voice Kathy would never 
recognize. "If either of you gives me the least little bit of trouble, I may 
have to pull this trigger. Now both of you, strip!" 

"You heard the lady," Marcus said, taking off his coat and tossing it off to 
the side. Kathy threw her own coat on top of his. Little by little they 
removed all their garments, with Marcus staring at Kathy's body the entire 
time, developing an erection of more-than-average proportions as he gazed at 
her. 

"Now that you're both undressed," Irene said, "Kathy, I want you to lie down 
on the bed." 

"Just how do you know our names and know so much about us?" Marcus White 
asked. 

"I ask questions during the day," Irene replied, knowing it was an answer to 
stymie the two of them. 

Kathy lay down on the bed, her full and swollen breasts with their pink 
nipples and roseates falling back into her body. Her breasts looked much 
larger now that she was naked than when she had been dressed. Irene noted 
Kathy obviously wore special brassieres to make her breasts look smaller 
without making them look flat. This was something she would have to look 
into, sometime in the future. Each areola seemed to be the size of a pink 
dessert plate, a soft tea rose color, completely circling and surrounding a 
solid nubbin of nipple, already half-enlarged because the girl was aroused 
with fright. 

"Marcus, use her pantyhose to tie her wrists above her head to the bed's 
headboard," the mysterious blonde insisted, and so the half-amused, 
half-frightened eighteen-year-old youth tied Kathy's wrists to the meshed 
headboard of the bed. 

"Keep those thighs spread wide apart," Irene said, her voice very insistent, 
and the terrified Kathy parted the solid shanks of her thighs, revealing the 
lush golden patch covering her pelvis, as well as the rich folds of thick 
labial flesh, beneath. 

"Marcus," Irene said to the youth, pointing the toy pistol at him as she 
stared at the large, thick penis dangling between his thighs. Though still 
somewhat soft, it was more than five inches in length. When it finally 
stiffened it would look like something to be used on a cow elephant. "Down 
on the floor, on your belly," Irene insisted. 

Slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves, Marcus White got down on the 
floor and lay flat on his belly. The masked blonde woman rummaged through 
his drawer until she found a silk tie and decided it was better to use the 
tie than the cuffs. Kneeling on his buttocks, she shoved the pistol against 
his anus and told him to cross his wrists behind his back. When the youth 
did this, she slipped a loop she had made in the silk tie over his wrists, 
and bound them together, tightly. 

Getting to her feet, she let Marcus roll onto his back and look at her as 
she slowly, sinuously undressed, revealing a perfect" feminine shape. Her 
breasts were as large as if not larger than, Kathy's. Her own tan aroelae 
and nipples j contrasted nicely with the pink ones attached to Kathy. 

"Now," she said to Marcus, "it's time for you to get up on your feet." 

He rose and stared at her naked perfection, his eyes almost popping out of 
his head. She was a little plump, though the roundness of her belly had no 
fat in it, but was merely a natural curvature to an otherwise flat plane. As 
Irene watched, his penis hardened, levitating to a solidly stolid erection. 
From the look of pain on his face it was obvious Kathy had teased the hell 
out of him during dinner, giving him a case of turquoise testicles with the 
intent of doing absolutely nothing to relieve him. To Irene, this was cruel 
and total degradation. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she insistently ordered, and Marcus sat on the 
corner of the bed, watching as this mysterious lady with the plumply lush 
body moved to the other side of the bed, thereby giving him an opportunity 
to study the two naked bodies at once. She knew he liked what he saw. 

"Now I want you to do precisely as I order," Irene said to him. "Knell on 
the floor, and start kissing Kathy's thighs." Without hesitation Marcus did 
as he was ordered, his lips kissing the top of the blonde girl's left thigh, 
making her shudder. 

"Now move up to her mouth and go on kissing her lips," Irene insisted. 

Wriggling higher, bypassing Kathy's lush breastworks, he leaned forward and 
pressed his mouth hungrily to Kathy's. Their tongues automatically 
intertwined, dueling furiously, moving back and forth from inside one mouth 
to the other. In the meantime, Irene was lightly rubbing her palm against 
Kathy's right thigh, feeling the solid pillarly column tense under her 
fingers. As she continued smoothing her palm across the soft flesh, she 
noted Kathy was automatically separating her thighs, opening them wider, 
surrendering to the sensations of kisses and caresses. Though Irene had no 
intention of becoming directly involved in any kind of lesbianic 
relationship, she did have a certain amount of curiosity as to why men were 
so fascinated with female vaginas, and so she allowed her fingers to move 
slowly to the center of honeyed pinkness, watching the way Kathy's vaginal 
lips shuddered with anxiety. It was obvious that even if Marcus had not been 
able to put his hands on the woman, Kathy had teased other men by allowing 
them to caress her breasts, possibly even allowing some men to go as far as 
to suck her nipples at one time or another. But this was the first time 
fingers had ever ventured into her sexual monastery. It kind of titillated 
Irene, not so much in a sexual sense, but merely because she knew hers were 
the first fingers to "violate" the unbreachable entrance to Kathy's feminine 
tunnel. Her fingers were already there, touching lightly, making the girl 
wriggle and squirm with thrillingly aroused passion as she continued kissing 
the nakedly bound Marcus White. The naturally blonde girl was panting all 
the more heavily now, as the dark, blonde-wigged Irene's moving fingers 
continued teasing her wispy strands of golden pelvic hair. 

In the yellow incandescent ceiling light of the room, Irene was able to see 
the creamy pyramids that were Kathy's swollen breasts continually rising and 
falling as her heavy panting appeared to make her richly pink nipples 
continually expand and contract. The breast points seemed to swell and 
enlarge a bit more each time, and shrink a little less with each exhalation. 
like tiny bullets they stood straight up, as if waiting to be fired. 

"Now you can start sucking her breasts," Irene said to Marcus, and the 
handsome youth allowed his mouth to slide away from Kathy's puckered lips as 
his head slowly dipped until his lips finally came into contact with the 
girl's left nipple. Kathy shuddered and gasped, feeling his tongue and lips 
play on a nipple she had initially intended allowing him to see, and perhaps 
finger, but not kiss. She continued writhing, wriggling and squirming, for a 
moment almost forgetting the presence of the mysterious masked woman in the 
room. Her bright eyes were glassy as she continued shuddering, and her body 
was filled with passionate arousal that had only just begun to subside 
before the appearance of the mystery woman, because the truth was, even 
though Kathy liked to cock-tease, each time she did it, she became more and 
more passionately involved, herself. It was getting harder and harder for 
her to make men stop, and now it was even more difficult. Christ! Just 
because she didn't sport a pair of balls didn't mean she didn't go into 
heat. How many times had she really wanted to let go and allow some man to 
bury his cock in her cunt, but had restrained herself, thinking the man she 
married would want a virgin. She remembered the warning of an old-maid aunt, 
who had once said, "Let a man sample the milk, and he'll go on doing so 
without buying the cow." Kathy considered herself a "cow for sale," and not 
a milk dispensary. 

Irene sat there and watched the inner reactions of the two of them coming to 
the fore, and she smiled, this time knowing she would not only be pleasing 
herself and some male, but would bring some inadvertent happiness to Kathy, 
as well, and perhaps change her attitudes toward men. 

She watched Marcus continue to suck and tongue Kathy's nipples, his oral 
organ sliding across the solidly rubbery tip of swollen nipple, noting how 
Kathy's bit of spiky flesh hardened all the more as it expanded between his 
clamped teeth. Only this time when the nipple expanded, it didn't contract. 
It remained erect. She noticed how the young man rubbed his cheeks on 
Kathy's body, moving his own body around so the cheek was pressing against 
her other nipple, which from the massage of his face had also stiffened. 

Irene felt herself slowly becoming aroused and excited watching all this 
foreplay. Soon now, very soon she would become a part of it. This time she 
wasn't going to be the one fucked, but she had every intention of reaching 
orgasmic satisfaction before allowing the youth to penetrate Kathy with his 
solid masculine stylus. At the present time her fingers were resting inside 
the tightly leaking hollow of the young blonde's twitching pussy. 

Unable to resist, Irene pressed with her finger, pushing it a little deeper 
into the tightly sucking resistance of Kathy's suckingly slurping pussy. The 
young blonde shivered and gasped, making Irene understand her cunt had never 
previously been penetrated by anything. What a foolish, foolish female. This 
was a situation Irene intended remedying. Kathy gasped again. 

"Are you all right?" Marcus was heard to ask as he lifted his mouth from 
Kathy's expanded nipple. 

"She's just fine," the masked woman answered for Kathy, and with her gun 
hand she pushed the handsome high school senior's head back down to Kathy's 
breast. She noted how his mouth opened instinctively and took in the 
ripeness of the solidly wet nipple again and again. In fact, his mouth now 
opened even wider, swallowing the completely swollen fleshy delight of 
Kathy's large, swollen mammary, delighting in the taste of it as he pulled 
as much flesh into his mouth as possible. It made the aroused Irene that 
much hotter to see this. 

She stared as Marcus White's nibbling teeth chewed very gently into the 
fullness of Kathy's teat. It made her feel that much more aroused, and so 
she pushed her forefinger a little bit deeper into the sucking tightness of 
Kathy's never-before-entered vagina, worming it around and around inside the 
grasping tightness, listening to the sounds of liqueous sucking made by the 
young blonde's vaginal membranes. Kathy was an extremely fortunate girl. She 
was the kind of female who lubricated very heavily, and her sucking inner 
cavern was a grotto of simmering puddled warmth, almost eagerly accepting 
the finger. Kathy's full and round buttocks were now bouncing wildly on the 
bed, but the masked woman continued pressing her forefinger a little deeper 
into the blonde's churning vaginal well. Irene shoved a little bit harder, 
feeling the young Kathy's fiery vaginal cauldron suck hard, drawing her 
finger in a bit deeper, all but smothering said finger with the pressure of 
her crushing vaginal walls. Irene felt the slithery outpourings of thick. 
oily, viscous fluid, continually lubricating the way for her moving finger, 
making the tight penetration a little less difficult. 

There it was, as Irene had suspected all along. Her fingertip was now 
touching the hymeneal barrier stretched from one vaginal wall to the other. 
The barrier of tissue prevented her from sinking her finger any deeper. 
Kathy even gasped and jumped a little when the masked woman's reaching 
finger actually touched her tender hymen, letting both, Irene, and Marcus 
White know she was feeling something other than the insanely rutting heat 
continually pervading her body. 

Slowly, the mysterious masked woman carefully drew her probing finger back 
until it was almost out of Kathy's cunt, and then she gently pushed it right 
back in again. She began sawing it back and forth, making the pretty blonde 
woman shudder and quiver with anxiety. 

Kathy's heavy panting and gasping urged Marcus to suck even harder as his 
wide-open mouth clogged itself with the weighty flesh of her mammary. But 
the masked woman obviously still had other ideas, and with a finger still 
stuck in Kathy's teeming, dribbling vagina, she used her gun hand to grab 
the school senior by his hair, tugging his head away from the heavily 
swollen and sodden breast, forcing him to kiss his way down Kathy's belly. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kathy gasped. 

"Letting you know what it feels like to have a man's tongue delving into 
your vagina," Irene replied, her voice dripping with aroused sexiness. 

"No!" Kathy gasped. "Oh no! I've never allowed a man's hand to touch me down 
there. I certainly don't think it proper for a mouth to touch me there." 

Even Marcus was a little surprised by what this mysterious woman wanted him 
to do. Not that he was some kind of novice when it came to what he 
euphemistically termed muff-diving, but it had been a little while since he 
had gone this route with a female, and with a female like Kathy he had never 
really hoped to get this far-at least not on the first date. Even without 
this woman's help, he figured if Kathy, who was between five and seven years 
older than himself, allowed him to take her out enough times, sooner or 
later he would have gotten into her by himself. Not that he was going to 
refuse the masked woman, but it was almost a blow to his ego that he needed 
any kind of assistance. 

"Let's stop wasting time," Irene insisted. "To make you a little more 
comfortable you'll have to have a pillow pushed under your behind." 

"Well I can't do it," Marcus reminded her. "My hands are tied, literally." 

"I'll take care of it," Irene snapped at him, tugging her finger from the 
dripping depths of 

Kathy's tight pussy with a soft "pop." 

Taking the two pillows from the head of the bed, she prodded Kathy to dig 
her heels into the mattress and raise her fulcrum and then stuffed the two 
pillow underneath. Now the blonde girl was bent a little, sort of like an 
arch, with her head and her feet dangling onto the mattress, and her arms 
still bound to the headboard. It put a little strain on her shoulders, but 
it was nothing she wouldn't be able to bear for the present. Her pelvis was 
thrust straight up, revealing the lush pinkness of her simmering vaginal 
interior. 

Irene smiled, seeing the way Marcus White's mouth was already beginning to 
water as he stared into the delightful tunnel between Kathy's pouting cunt 
lips, enjoying her helplessness to prevent what was happening to a point 
where he almost forgot he was also a captive. The masked woman realized the 
youth was hungry to begin his vaginal mastication, and was, in point of fact 
more than happy to do so without having Kathy struggle and put up some kind 
of a fight. But she had a real surprise for him. She was going to give him a 
double feast. 

Climbing up on the bed, Irene carefully sat down on Kathy's quivering belly 
while facing away from the girl and looking down at Marcus White's straight 
hair. Though she was a slightly chunky female, she knew Kathy would be able 
to bear her weight without any undue discomfort-for a little while, anyway. 

She moved until her own vagina was lined up directly with that of Kathy's, 
feeling the other female's blonde pelvic hair scrub her own ass-cheeks. From 
what she was able to see in a dresser mirror across the room, the central 
line of her vaginal crack was directly above that of Kathy's, on a straight 
line with that of the young blonde, so it appeared as if their labia were 
almost a single pair of cunt lips with a long vertical slit running from the 
top of Irene's vagina right down to the bottom of Kathy's pussy with a 
horizontal line bisecting it all, halfway. 

"Now," Irene ordered, pointing her toy Luger at the still-bound Marcus. 
"Suppose you begin eating." 

Slowly the youth approached the two feminine bodies, staring almost 
wild-eyed into their twin pussies. Oh man, it was one terrific sight. He 
noted immediately that the masked woman's cunt lips were slightly fuller and 
more swollen, the inner labia appearing to be a slightly richer coral. True, 
she wasn't leaking as much lubrication as Kathy, but then she hadn't had any 
of the strong physical stimulation Kathy had received. 

As his face moved closer to the masked woman's scintillating pussy, and he 
was able to smell a delicately faint and aromatic scent, he found the 
thrilling essence filling his nostrils, making him delightfully woozy. The 
pussy was exceedingly clean, yet it was free of any artificial odors, and it 
made Marcus starved as he realized how hungry he was to get to work on this 
lovely cunt. Jesus! What a fantastically tantalizing and rich aroma. 

His wiggling nose moved a little lower, and now he sniffed at Kathy's 
seething pussy. There was just the littlest hint of fishiness, but a few 
licks would get rid of that. 

Irene squirmed a little, feeling Kathy's hair-covered pelvis wriggle beneath 
the cushions of her buttocks. She had her knees on the mattress, and pressed 
down on them to help keep her weight from Kathy's pubis, thereby making the 
blonde a little more comfortable. She was very, very aware of what Kathy was 
feeling at this moment. Right now she sensed Marcus's breath tickling her 
aroused and anxious cunt lips. Good Lord! He had better get that tongue 
working, and soon. 

Looking down, she watched the youth's face moving slowly forward, and then 
his lips were kissing her pouting labia, lightly. OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH 
GODDDDDDDDDD! It felt so unbelievably fantastic. Pity all those virginal old 
maids who went through life with a bible and a cat to comfort them, never 
knowing the goodness of the flesh. 

Her eyes looked down the length of Marcus's back, staring past his spine. 
She was clearly able to see what an excellent job she had done of knotting 
the tie around his wrists. There was absolutely no way he'd be able to work 
that Italian silk loose. The harder he tugged and pulled, the tighter the 
knot became. 

The youth paused for a moment, lifted his face and turned it to the side to 
spit out a hair, after which his face pushed itself between her plump thighs 
as he pressed his nose and mouth directly between her open labia, lapping 
the sweet savoriness her vagina emitted. From the way his flickering tongue 
continually lashed into her anxious tunnel, she realized how much the youth 
was enjoying himself. Let him lick and eat and slurp the two of them and 
compare. Let him enjoy the savoriness of the blonde woman he had dated, at 
the same time lapping her own fluids-those of a woman whose cunt he would 
never eat again. She was certain the youth realized this was going to be one 
of the high points in his life. After this, it would be difficult for him to 
be satisfied with a single pussy, but other men were content, and there was 
no reason why this man ought not to be. 

Marcus White was lapping furiously, feeling his tongue slide into a 
blistering, burning cavern just now beginning to send its flaming oil out to 
coat his furiously working oral organ. He continued lapping thirstily, and 
then, after a moment let his tongue slide down and move into the pulsing 
purse of the blonde girl he had dated that evening. 

"HHHHAAAAAAAUUUUUUNNNNNNG-GGGGHHHHHHH!" Kathy shudderingly gasped, and if 
her wrists hadn't been bound, she'd have crammed a fist into her mouth to 
keep herself from crying out. The enticing thrills of the high school boy's 
plunging tongue, slurping in and out, while lapping up and down, working 
through her heated tunnel as it tasted her continually outpouring secretions 
was a tingling thrill Kathy had never imagined to exist. 

The blonde vowed this was something else she would allow men to do to her 
from now on, even if she didn't want to permit penetration. This felt good, 
really good. 

Marcus was enjoying himself immensely, licking and slurping away as never 
before. One cunt was like nectar, the other like honey, and he continued 
licking wildly between them, allowing his tongue to start at the bottom of 
Kathy's seething pussy, then lick all the way to the top of the masked 
woman's quivering vagina. He seemed unable to get enough of the fluids the 
two females were leaking, and though he had to admit Kathy did indeed have a 
savory cunt, he was well aware it was not quite as good when compared to the 
pussy directly on top of it. A cunt like this deserved a good cock, and he 
wondered if the masked woman would allow him to fuck her. It really didn't 
make sense for her to have to go out and steal thrills. 

The youth's tongue began flicking over both clitorises, licking each one in 
turn madly, watching the two split-pea-sized organs swell and enlarge. The 
clitoris of the masked woman had grown to its full length and was just large 
enough for him to suck between his lips as it peeped out from the hidden 
fold of frenulum covering it. It seemed to be trying to reach itself out 
even farther and longer, stretching toward the rasping tongue that was 
giving it so much delightful pleasure. Irene quivered as she thrilled to the 
feeling of his tongue scooping into her tight little hole, pulling out the 
hidden reserves of pussy juice, within. It took all her willpower to keep 
her from bouncing on Kathy's pelvis, only too well aware she might easily 
crack the younger woman's pelvic bone if she slammed her buttocks down too 
hard. 

Marcus White licked at Kathy's seething pussy again, continuing to taste the 
heady and delectable flow of bubbling pussy oil she continually emitted. He 
noted how long and thick her clitoris was now that it had grown, as well. It 
appeared to extend itself almost three-quarters of an inch, and was twice as 
thick as that of the masked woman. He was actually able to pull it into his 
mouth and suck on it, just as he had sucked on her nipples a few minutes 
earlier. 

Even with Irene on top of her, Kathy reached out with her thighs, seeking to 
enclose the man, and so he reached under her and squeezed her lush 
ass-cheeks with his pressuring hands. Hell! He might just as well get the 
most from this experience. Marcus was only too well aware of the chances of 
his enjoying two women at the same time, again. Certainly he'd never get two 
women' as luscious as these two at the same time, again. So he squeezed 
hard, and the rubbery pillow-like cheeks of Kathy's cushioned buttocks 
surrendered to the pressure of his squeezing fingers, and he sensed her 
starting to churn and buck, realizing she was enjoying all this whether or 
not she cared to admit it, verbally. 

To the young boy, this was his idea of nirvana. Christ! Imagine having two 
pussies at the same time to suck. To him, all cunts had tasted the 
same-until now. Now, for the first time he was beginning to realize there 
was a difference between vaginas. This was the first time he was truly able 
to make a definite comparison. Oh wow! What a delectable pair of pussies. 
Two clam-like interiors, both raw, both filled with juicy liquid, both 
fragrant, but above all, tasty. 

Irene quivered and bucked as she felt him ram his face all the deeper into 
her own womanly abyss. The youth pressed his working tongue all the way in, 
as if attempting to actually fuck her with it. She felt her simmering 
lubrication oozing out and splashing all over the youth's face, dampening 
his cheeks, inundating his eyebrows, washing his eyelids, even smearing 
across his forehead. He licked into her cunt as if he was scooping honey 
from a hive, gobbling like a starving bear. 

His delving tongue returned to attack the tiny bead of her shimmering 
clitoris, and Irene let out an involuntary screech, crunching her teeth 
together to keep herself from shrieking. But she was completely unable to 
control the tightening of her body, and so she let the boy know just how 
strongly he was getting to her. She felt him squash the flat of his rubbing 
tongue against her tiny, extended clitoral pearl, and then it moved up and 
down as her body began struggling to keep itself from bouncing too hard. 
Then she quivered even more violently as, while still sucking her clitoris, 
he moved his head a little lower and massaged the little bud with his nose 
as his tongue probed into the narrow tightness of her seething center. 

Feeling the unbelievable pressure on his tongue, Marcus marveled at how 
incredibly tight this woman was. Had it not been for all the stories 
circulating in school, he would have sworn she was a virgin. Even as he 
thought all this, he probed harder and deeper with his tongue, then pulled 
the organ out, moved his face lower, and jammed the same tongue into Kathy's 
leaking cunt. He heared the young woman yelp and pushed his tongue even 
further in, dredging and digging until the tip actually touched her hymen. 
This made Kathy start to bounce, and he had to press his forehead against 
Irene's buttocks, forcing her to stay against Kathy's body to keep Kathy 
from bouncing too hard. But Kathy dug her heels into the bed and lifted her 
own ass off the two pillows beneath. Marcus smiled to himself, then let his 
tongue slide between the crack of her ass-cheeks as he began licking the 
little prune-like pucker of her ass-hole. 

"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" the young blonde woman gasped, and she slammed her 
ass-cheeks down, almost trapping his face between her buttocks and the 
pillows, beneath. Her ass-cheeks had clamped tightly around his tongue, not 
wanting to release it, and when he licked a little more furiously, she 
bounced a little harder. 

"Mmmmmmmaaaaaarrrrrrcuuuuuusssssss...." Kathy's voice squeaked. "Ohhhhhh ... 
uuuunnnnhhhhh ... it feels so crazy ... so wild ... ohhhhhhhhh ... in my 
assssssss...." 

She raised her buttocks again and Marcus's tongue slipped out just in time 
as she slammed those ass-cheeks solidly against the pillows, thereby making 
the mattress tremble and the bedsprings squeak out their loud protest. 

Marcus's tongue slithered back up again and sank itself into the simmering 
tightness of Irene's quivering cunt. He wanted to lap at her ass, too, but 
the way she was kneeling, she didn't have the leverage to offer him her 
ass-hole. So he contented himself with moving his tongue from one pussy to 
the other, letting it delve into one swamp, then sink into the other morass, 
taking the time to use his lips on each clitoris, in turn, as well. 

Kathy was continually bouncing and shuddering while the masked Irene 
continued working her buttocks circularly, also trembling with ecstatic 
delight. 

Irene gasped as she felt his tongue taking the time to probe deeper and 
deeper between her shuddering cunt lips. His oral digit worked itself in and 
out, in and out, moving like a cock, corkscrewing around inside and lapping 
wantonly at her cuntwalls, drinking all the delightful musk oil she was 
emitting. Then the lingual organ would slide out and once more lick at the 
vellicating bubble of pink clitoris, making her shudder and gasp all the 
more. She was concentrating more on the masked woman than on Kathy at the 
moment, and both females were well aware of it. Yet, it was the only way if 
he intended making either one of them climax. 

"Oooooooonnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh..." the shuddering masked woman groaned, her 
knees and shins pressing all the more firmly into the mattress to help keep 
her weight of the bouncing Kathy. 

Marcus felt he was in a bit of a quandary. If he made her pinnacle now, she 
might accidentally fire that gun while in the throes of orgasm. On the other 
hand, if he failed to make her climax, she might blow his head off out of 
spite. 

Irene stared up at the ceiling, lying back just a little, her spine 
supported by Kathy's large breasts. She tightened her thighs around Marcus's 
face, unable to keep herself from putting more weight on Kathy's body as she 
began a series of horizontal twists, wriggling and squirming from side to 
side, being careful not to slide off the female on whom she rested. 

She was aware Marcus sensed her craving need for more of his working tongue, 
and thrilled to feel him slash the lingual organ through the tender inner 
causeway of her steaming pussy. He tugged his tongue out again but merely to 
lap at her swollen clitoris and make her shudder all the more. Her thighs 
were pressing all the more tightly around his aching skull, applying more 
and more pressure, almost trying to crack the bone as if it were an 
eggshell. 

Then Irene's body went completely rigid. She jammed her gun hand into her 
tightly clamped mouth, but it wasn't good enough as Marcus, even with her 
thighs clamped around his ears. heard, "EEEEEEYYYYYYUUUUUUMMM-MMMPHHHHHHAAA 
A A A AW WWW W-WWWWAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHMP-HHHHRRRRGGGGHHHHMHHH!" 

She began climaxing insanely as she fired spurt after spurt of heady 
lubrication into his mouth and face, washing it, completely. 

Rolling to the side and pushing with her feet against Marcus's shoulders, 
the trembling Irene gasped, "Enough! Enough! No more for me. Now it's 
Kathy's turn." 

"You want me to eat her to an orgasm, too?" the perspiration-covered youth 
inquired. 

"No," Irene told him, rolling off the bed, moving over to the dresser to 
stand well clear of what was happening.! I think we've had enough of this 
preliminary sparring. It's time for the two of you to get down to the main 
event." 

"What are you talking about?" Kathy gasped, her head still hanging down on 
the mattress because of the way the pillows were crammed under her rump. 

"I'm talking about a good, solid fucking. Marcus, take a good look at that 
cunt. It's virgin cunt." 

"I know," he nodded. "I felt her cherry with my tongue." 

He turned his face to look at the dripping pink hole between Kathy's 
shuddering white thighs, and he was actually salivating. His solidly swollen 
penis was twitching from side to side as long and sticky threads of oily 
lubrication dripped from the tiny hole in the head toward the floor. 

"What are you trying to say?" Kathy asked, feeling scared. 

"This is the last time the cunt at which this boy is now staring will remain 
a virgin pussy. He's going to dehymenize you and teach you the glories of 
fucking. Marcus, shove that cock of yours into that cunt. . . now!" 

"Oh no!" Kathy shouted, her voice all but screaming. "Marcus, don't do it! 
Don't take my virginity. I have to save it for my future husband." 

"You have a choice," Irene hissed at Kathy, raising the Luger and pointing 
it between the blonde woman's legs. "You can either be shot by my gun, or 
Marus's. I think you'll find Marcus's considerably less painful and a lot 
more fun." 

"Why are you doing this?" Kathy cried out. 

"How old are you, Kathy?" 

"I'm in my early twenties." 

"You're still a virgin? My Lord! This is ridiculous. Perhaps if you were 
eight or ten years younger I might agree you ought not to lose that stupid 
membrane. But you've been dating men for the longest time now, and you've 
been teasing them into erection, and then saying goodbye to them. You claim 
to be preserving that useless hymen for one man, but the way you're going, 
you'll never meet that one man. Instead of enjoying life to the fullest 
until you meet the guy, you've been making men miserable, and yourself 
miserable. Virginity is a myth that was fine for an unmarried girl 
twenty-five years ago, and before. Today the real sin is in not gaining some 
kind of enjoyable experience beforehand. Well even though Marcus is just a 
high school senior, that cock of his is man-sized, and it's going to be used 
to take that useless cherry from you. What's more, he'll fuck you until you 
learn what it's like to have a climax, because I'll be here at least until 
your first climax. I'm betting that after this, you'll be a regular bunny in 
bed with all the men you date. This is one time you're going to give value 
for the money spent on you." 

"Oh good God! No!" Kathy gasped. 

"Oh good God, yes!" Irene snapped at her. "What's more, in the future, do 
you know why you'll allow men to fuck you? Because it'll feel so good you'll 
be all but begging them to do it." 

"I'll never beg!" Kathy insisted. 

"You just wait and see," Irene told her, smiling at her with a broad, 
white-toothed grin. "Now the time has come for all this talk to stop and for 
the fucking to begin. I'm not in the mood for arguments, and I'm certain 
Marcus is more than willing to oblige." 

"Please," Kathy begged. "Don't force him to do this to me." 

"But don't you see," Irene replied, "I have to. He's much too much of a 
gentleman to force himself on you, otherwise. But with my gun as an excuse, 
he'll be only too glad to fuck you. Now, no more preliminaries. Marcus, 
mount and enter!" 

Irene stared at the blood-bloated organ that was Marcus White's throbbing 
penis. It was the kind of cock she would have loved to have used on herself, 
but this blonde bitch needed a good lesson. The tongue-climax she had 
received ought to be enough to keep her content, at least for tonight. 

Irene knew Marcus was not going to argue with her about the fucking of 
Kathy, and Kathy was vain enough to see he didn't report it to the police. 
He wanted to feel his powerfully rigid penis working its way into the 
tightness of the younger school librarian for some time. She had often heard 
many of the boys discussing what they would love to do to Kathy when they 
thought no one was listening. 

The boy's eyes stared at the lovely blonde patch beneath which the wetly 
shimmering pink lips of Kathy Surer delicately shimmered. Oh man! He had to 
admit it was a nice-looking pussy, all right. The pink was a healthy color, 
and not the pale pink he had seen in some other womens' cunts ... well, 
girls' cunts. This was the first woman he would ever fuck. Christ! What an 
absolute work of art. He had to admit only the masked woman had a 
better-looking cunt, though not by much. Right now, Kathy's dripping hotbox 
was something stunningly gorgeous to behold, magnetically keeping his eyes 
locked on them. It was a lush, rich, beautiful slash cut into the delicate 
fulcrum between her shuddering white thighs. The lips pouted so beautifully, 
they seemed to be twitching with the ability to urge him to sink his 
stiffness into her. 

His thoughts were mental images of hungering lasciviousness. He knelt 
between the lovely Kathy's white, solid thighs, and then he waited as Irene 
walked over after having put the pistol away, using her two hands to spread 
Kathy's thighs even wider, exposing the total and complete wonder of the 
blonde's inner vaginal labia, allowing his hungry eyes to take them in and 
feast on them. 

"Go right on in, Marcus," the masked woman told him, insistently, a smile on 
her face. "This is something the two of you are really going to enjoy, so 
why put it off any longer. This is your dream, Marcus, the dream of every 
boy in that high school-to fuck Kathy. Go on and do it!" 

With her hands the masked woman forced Kathy's thighs even farther apart as 
the youth launched himself forward. She reached down with her hand and 
guided the youth's pulsating penis into the tightly straining vagina. The 
aroused magenta knob was barely parting the richly pink lips of the blonde's 
teeming cunt, and Kathy, loudly weeping and shuddering, was well aware that 
her time as a virgin was at an end. She gasped out loud, turning her head 
violently from side to side, her blonde hair moving this way and that Her 
swollenly large, hobbling breasts seemed more vibrantly alive than ever, for 
even though Kathy's mind still refused to accept what was happening, her 
body was eagerly looking forward to it. 

"Don't fight it, Kathy," the brunette whispered as Marcus kissed her mouth 
lightly. "You'll find that if you accept this and relax your interior, the 
pain will be over before you know it." 

Had Marcus's hands been free, he might have been able to lean forward and 
better balance himself and thereby knife his cock more insistently into her, 
a swift attack rupturing her hymen that much more surely. But his wrists 
were tightly bound behind him, and slowly, gently, carefully, he wedged his 
anxious glans a little deeper into the tightly squeezing rubbery narrowness 
of the never-before-plundered cunt. Kathy's whitely trembling thighs were 
already adjusting, pressing against the boy's hips in the hope she might be 
able to keep the youth from hurting her too much as he continued inching his 
way forward. But there seemed to be no way for her to exert pressure on him 
without pulling him forward and into her even more deeply. Her warmly 
succulent tunnel clenched its walls anxiously together now, for even though 
she denied wanting it now, her vagina was more than anxious to feel the 
throbbing pole separating its tissues and driving firmly into it. 

Marcus moved forward a little more, and Irene grabbed his cock to prevent it 
from slipping out, adjusting its angle once again, making certain it was 
going directly into Kathy without pressing too much into either of her side 
walls. Little by little the penis inched its way into the blonde, the 
weighty organ pressing its head ever deeper into the womanly nave, feeling 
how tightly her vaginal walls constricted around his weighty lance. 

Kathy, totally unused to all that was happening to her, felt the weight of 
the boy's pressuring cock as it forced her narrow inlet to open even wider 
as he continued shoving more and more of it into her. She shuddered, 
terrified, expecting to feel unbelievable pain at any instant, and was more 
than pleased to find the hurt was really a minor annoyance as thrilling 
sensations continued tickling the inner vestibule of her seething womanhood. 
Now she became a bit anxious, knowing there was no way of restraining 
Marcus. She was about to lose her virginity, and being a level-headed young 
lady, decided to enjoy whatever there was for her to enjoy. She waited, 
holding her breath, feeling the youth continue to inch his mighy pole into 
the tightness of her, stretching her. 

"Hhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she loudly gasped, her-shuddering body jumping 
as the tip of his weighty penile knob began to press against her elastic 
hymen. 

The pleased Irene, watching all this, was easily able to guess what was 
happening. She saw Marcus stopping for a moment, then he looked down at 
Kathy again, and said, "Okay, honey, get ready, because here it comes." 

Kathy took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, then nodded, and said, "Go on! 
Do it!" 

"Here we go, sweetheart!" the boy announced, and withdrawing his hips 
slightly, he shoved forward. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHAAAAN-NNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Kathy gasped, as the youth's 
plundering organ stretched her elastic hymen without actually tearing it. 

Kathy had expected to feel overpowering torment at this point and was 
pleasantly surprised to feel a stinging, but no actual agony. It was 
unquestionably uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. The discomfort 
began to increase as the boy steadily pushed his throbbing penis deeper, 
stretching her maidenhead all the more. 

The hymen was extremely elastic and yielding, which was why there was no 
real torture for the blonde woman, but at the same time it appeared as if it 
had no intention of snapping. Marcus continued pushing, stretching the hymen 
even more, and soon he was just about all the way in, with perhaps a 
half-inch left to go. Then, just like that, the irritating discomfort inside 
Kathy stopped as something inside seemed to give up and break. The blonde 
woman began writhing and twisting, but not because of any feeling of pain. 
Instead a flood of enjoyment began pouring through her vagina, filling her 
totally as the solid male organ rammed that last half inch, filling the 
blonde up, completely. The fiery squeezing fist of the young woman's squish 
y pussy gripped his throbbing cock all the more tightly. 

The anxious Irene, now standing behind them, stared at the way the throbbing 
penis buried itself in the blonde woman's hole, right up to the testicles, 
and realized that this was the way she looked with a penis crammed inside 
her. 

"Perfect!" she finally murmured. "It's done. Marcus, finish the job and 
claim your reward." 

With her gun pointed at Kathy's head, she untied the pantyhose and freed the 
latter's hands, then she found a pocket knife in Marcus's pants and cut the 
tie around his wrists. He was too deeply implanted to want to jump off Kathy 
and come after her. Besides, she had the gun out again, and it looked real 
enough to prevent anyone from trying to jump her. "Fuck!" she ordered. 

For the first time in her life Kathy began to understand what the masked 
woman was trying to get across to her. The penis inside her filled an 
emptiness and suddenly made her understand just what it was she had been 
missing all these years. Never before had anything in her life felt so 
thrillingly important, and so deliciously imperative. 

"All right," Kathy gasped. "You're in me. Finish the job. Fuck me!" 

"You bet," Marcus nodded, chafing his wrists to bring back the circulation. 

"Just make it good," Kathy warned. 

The blonde shuddered, feeling how her seething vagina contained every last 
little millimeter of the youth. There was already a warmly throbbing 
pressure deep inside her as her gripping tissues, like some kind of 
membraneous glove, clung longingly to the weighty lance of his hard prick 
meat moving in and out of her. 

Irene, completely unnoticed by the couple on the bed, stood behind Marcus 
White's pumping ass, quietly dressing, now. She had not only satisfied 
herself tonight, but had done what she considered to be a good deed. She 
knew there was no way the two of them would uncouple until this was ail 
over. 

Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause the blonde Kathy any additional 
pain, the youth pushed his stolid penis slowly forward, then began easing it 
back and out of her creaming vagina only to carefully power it right back 
into her again, making the lovely blonde gasp with delight. He used long, 
poweringly solid strokes, and every pore in the youth's body screamed at him 
to let go and flood the woman's cunt with his white semen. Precisely how his 
mind managed to control his testicles was something he would never 
understand. Once in awhile he had to shift and change his position inside 
her to keep himself from blasting off before the woman was ready. Secretly, 
he was hoping if he made it good enough for her, she'd let him into her 
again, at a future date. His massively thick phallus continued to repeatedly 
plunge into the heatedly sucking depths of her flooding pussy. It stroked 
back through her tenderly gentle, finger-like vaginal titillations only to 
once again sink itself into her wetly sucking womanly grove. He felt throbs 
shooting through his penile tip as the cock moved with greater pressure 
against her blistering four walls, and when he sank his penis all the way 
in, he actually felt it touch the entrance to her womb before sliding past 
the cervix into the deepest part of her. 

"Yesssssss...." Kathy hissed. "Yesssssss ... Marcusssssss ... it's 
wonderrrrrfulllllll ... don't stop now ... keep on doing it ... aaaaaahhh 
... sink it in again and againnnnnn ... fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and 
fuck 

"You have ... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ... such a great. . . aaaaannnnnhhhhh 
... cunt, Kathyyyyyy...." the boy gasped, and then slammed his mouth against 
hers, kissing her solidly, letting her taste the multitudinous secretions he 
had lapped from the depths of her cunt, earlier, along with the flavorful 
remnants coming from the vagina of the other woman, the masked one with the 
gun. Not once did he slow his pace as he continued punching his long, hard 
cock into her again and again. 

Kathy peeled her lips from those of the young man, and said, "I can feel ... 
uuuunnnnnhhhhh ... the terrific way it fills me ... Marcussssss ... it 
feellllll gooooood ... mmmmmmmm . . I'm ... unnnnhhhh ... going to climax 
... aaaannnhhhh ... I can feel it building ... ohhhhhh ... I want you to be 
there with me ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... come on ... fire into me ... I can take 
it...." 

Her whispered words made the youth slam into her with even stronger resolve, 
sinking his thick, weighty penis ever deeper into the blonde's body. Neither 
one of them heard Irene silently leave. Neither of them cared at that 
particular moment, anyway. 

Marcus White wanted to ram his stiff penis all the way up into her trembling 
belly. He wanted to shoot a load of white hot sperm so far up into her, she 
would be spitting it out of her mouth. Hell! He had no idea who this masked 
female marauder was, but she sure as hell did him one great favor tonight. 
Because of her, he had gotten into Kathy Surer, the school's younger 
librarian. He was thankful it wasn't Irene Norris. That woman was a real 
baggy looking bitch. 

Hell! He wanted to fire a load into her, already, enjoying the tightly 
wonderful clutch of her cunt as it caressed his throbbing cock. But damn it 
all to hell, he knew he had to wait until she finally came. Sure she claimed 
she was near, but he knew a woman didn't blow off just because she said it. 
He had fucked enough girls to know when one came and when one didn't. 

He began pounding his throbbing cock all the more madly into her, now, her 
burning pussy solidly gripping his attacking ramrod. She felt herself 
swallowing him up again and again as her lovely white thighs moved 
uncontrollably around him, letting him realize there was no reason for him 
to hold back in any way. She wanted him to give it to her with all his 
energy, and her heels kicked his buttocks, urging him to sink his hard and 
lengthy pole into her bubbling maw, moving it hard and deep. She felt his 
solid stomach slam against her own slightly rounded belly as he plunged his 
penis as far up into her blistering vagina as it would possibly go. He 
rammed between the freshly separated walls of her tantalizing pussy again 
and again. 

His weighty, dangling testicles were slamming against her perineum and 
rounded ass-cheeks at regular intervals, hitting with enough authority to 
make the blonde shudder every time. Kathy's body trembled as he pulled back 
his penile plunger, stuffing it into her again and again. He began building 
up both, speed and pressure as he crashed into the puffy labia of her pussy 
over and over. All fear and worry of hurting her was forever gone. 

Kathy struggled to reach the pinnacle within her, humping back, flinging her 
body upward, a wild mare taking the full length of the insane young stallion 
on top of her. She found herself taking to intercourse more naturally than 
any rabbit. Her lovely body undulated with increasing cadence, her squeezing 
loins tightly gripping Marcus between them as her matted blonde pubic curls 
seemed to unwind and reach up, scrubbing themselves in the hairs on the 
boy's pelvis. 

Marcus suddenly realized there was no way to restrain himself any longer. 
Much as he wanted the blonde to climax, the pressures her vagina was 
exerting on his throbbing cock made it an impossibility for him to restrain 
himself. 

The youth felt a rumbling in his testicles as if the two of them were 
knocking against one another in an effort to see which of them was going to 
release the most semen. The fluid began moving inside him, charging forward 
until it began blasting forth from the tip of his aching phallus, spurting 
into her narrow container. His meaty organ throbbed and twitched, going 
totally out of control as it fired gouts of seminal fluid into the soft,, 
widened tunnel. More and more of his white foam gushed into her eager 
feminine pocket, a continuous spurting of gooey fire filling her wanton 
vagina, pouring, it seemed, into her very intestines. 

"AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAA-AAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUUN-NNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... 
YYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHOHHHHW-WWWAAAAAUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!" the youth bellowed. 

The blasting shots of sperm, splattering into her tender vaginal interior, 
inundating her cervix, caused a new, totally unknown sensation to begin 
building in the depths of the young blonde's shuddering body. A thrill was 
mounting inside her to a higher and higher pitch, and then, just like that, 
she teetered and toppled over the edge. 

"MAAAAARRRRRRRCUSSSSSSSS ... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... 
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHH-HHAAANNNNGGGGHHHHRR RGGGGGHH- 

HHUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she bellowed as the interior of her vagina opened 
wide, while her vaginal lips squeezed together and crushed the root of his 
penis, almost flattening it as she came in wild spasms. One paroxysm after 
another blasted through her, and suddenly she realized she was having a 
whole series of orgasms rather than a single climax. 

"Fuck me again!" she begged, tightening her legs around his body, keeping 
him locked into her, even though his penis had shrunk. 

"What does the mysterious masked lady have to say, first?" Marcus inquired. 

"She's gone," Kathy gasped. "Who was she?" 

"If you hear Hi-yo Silver and hear an Indian, let me know." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Watching the young boy and the woman who worked with her in the library go 
at it hot and heavy, the shuddering Irene realized she wasn't satisfied, 
after all. She wanted another teenage boy. But going back to the school at 
this hour was ridiculous. The only place teenagers hung out at this time of 
night was The Malt Shoppe. So she drove her car to the little soda shop 
across the street from the school, where the lights were still on and the 
jukebox was still playing. Sure enough, there were people inside. All she 
had to do was wait for what seemed like the right boy to come out, and she 
would grab him. In fact, she recognized Kenny Carlton in there, and decided 
if he was alone, he was going to be the lucky one. 

She sat in her car and waited, and was taken completely by surprise when the 
door on the passenger side of her car opened and Dr. Albert S. Kass slid in. 
He was wearing a heavy jacket with a fur collar, and no hat. 

Was it possible she had fallen asleep again and was dreaming? No! Not this 
time. This time it was the real Albert Kass. 

"Lucky for you I happened to be out taking my nightly constitutional," he 
told her. "Otherwise you would be riding for one helluva fall." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, afraid. 

"The police are inside. Oh there are students there to make it look good, 
but the soda jerk and the janitor are plainclothes cops. They're planted 
everywhere now, that is, at all the teenage hangouts, waiting for the 
mystery lady who has been 'raping' all the boys. That is you, isn't it?" 

"Yes," she admitted. 

"Would you object to being the rapee for a change?" he asked, smiling. 

"You make it sound appealing," she said, regaining her composure. 

"It was meant to be. My house is four blocks from here. We won't be 
disturbed there." 

Following his directions, she soon pulled up in front of an old Brownstone. 

"Is that all yours?" she asked. 

"Yep," he nodded. "One of the very few that hasn't been subdivided into 
umpteen apartments. Except for an occasional housekeeper, I'm there all 
alone. Shall we go inside." It was a command, not a question. 

He led her through the stately mansion to his bedroom, a room that was 
mirrored all around instead of paneled or papered. There were mirrors on the 
ceiling, and even a mirrored headboard on the bed. 

"I do know you, don't I?" he asked as he sat in a chair in the corner of the 
room while she sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Yes," she nodded. "But I would appreciate it if you didn't take off my 
mask." 

"Dear lady," he smiled. "That would take all the fun out of it. You see, I 
expect you and I will be seeing quite a bit of one another in the future, 
but this will be the last opportunity I have of making love to you, this 
way." 

"Y-you know who I am?" she asked. 

"I think so," he nodded. "Still, I might be wrong." 

"Perhaps my clothing is confusing you. You've never seen me dressed this way 
before." 

"Well then, by all means get rid of the clothing, and perhaps it will make 
my finding out who you are a bit easier, without your having to remove the 
mask." 

She undressed quickly in front of him, and he noted she was prepared for 
this, all right. Except for her dress and her pumps she had no clothing 
except for her mask. As he stared at her he was unable to control his cock. 
It began growing at an enormous rate. 

"I've been a fool," he muttered. "You've been there, under my nose the whole 
time, and I was too blind to see you." 

"Don't tell me you're falling in love with me," she mocked. 

"Not in the sense that teenagers fall in and out of love," he said, reaching 
for her. She came to him. "I've been looking for a woman with whom I can 
settle down once and for all, a woman who can be many women to me, and one 
who will learn to love me over a period of years." 

She kissed him, and felt his tongue flick eagerly into her mouth 
immediately. It was far superior to the kisses he had given her in her 
dreams. She reached down with one hand and cupped her palm against his 
groin, feeling the solid hardness of his throbbing prick. It was no dream, 
this time. Simply by touch she determined the penis under his pants was 
definitely not the twin of her husband's. It was larger, much larger. In 
fact, it was larger than that of Mike Lockridge. When his hands slid around 
front and began playing with her breasts, she sighed and rubbed her own hand 
all harder against his cock. Then her fingers were fumbling with the zipper. 
She was anxious to see it. 

Taking his lips from hers, Kass lowered his head and allowed his slurping 
tongue to wash her left areola while his fingers continued manipulating her 
other nipple. Irene arched her back, forcing her breasts upward, letting the 
one on which he was sucking be drawn into his mouth. 

Heated desire was already building in her body to a level she had never 
known before. The real Albert Kass was so much better than her subconscious, 
which had taken his form in her dreams. 

Ohhhhhhh yessssssss! To think, this man, the one she really wanted, now 
wanted her. He had made no commitments, at least not directly, even though 
he had talked about a long-lasting relationship. Perhaps she was better off 
living with him on a trial basis before they actually did get married. 
Married? He had never mentioned the word. Where did she presume he meant 
marriage? 

At least she had him tonight, and she'd be a fool to let him go. She loved 
the way his mouth lingered on her breasts, not hoggishly slavering over 
them, but gently sucking each nipple as if it were a genuine taste treat. 

His free hand slid down and ran softly into her crotch, making her shiver 
with wanton desire as they ran lightly over her tantalized labia. Gallons of 
lubrication had washed Marcus White's saliva way long ago. 

Kass had to admit he was stunned by the ardent responses of this woman. She 
was a totally erogenous person, having no separate zones of excitement, but 
rather she was excited no matter where she was touched. Every part of her 
that he touched was an extension of an area of total arousal. In all his 
experiences Kass had never encountered a woman with such passion in her. She 
was considerably more woman than even he had bargained for. 

Unbuttoning Kass's shirt-he had discarded his coat when they had walked into 
the house-she teased his muscular chest with her fingertips, letting them 
lightly scrape across the light hairs that heavily grew there. His torso was 
strong, rigid, and she found the rest of him as exciting to touch as his 
cock. 

He moved away from her for a moment and wasted no time in shedding his 
clothing. At the same time the masked woman stood back, and her reflections 
were visible in all the mirrors, making it appear there were a thousand 
others like her in the room. To Kass, she looked like carved alabaster 
suddenly come to life. 

The lines of her body had changed slightly in the past few days. Irene had 
eaten very little since starting all this, and what little excess weight 
she'd had was now nearly gone. He looked at her form, a series of lushly 
sweeping curves with huge rounded breasts tapering to a fairly narrow waist. 
Then her hips flared beautifully arching slightly into perfectly shaped 
thighs that were already losing their little bit of heaviness. Her sweetly 
pouting vagina was a swollen nest of curling black hairs. 

"You're very lovely, indeed," he told her. 

"No one's ever said it to me before," she answered. 

"That's because no one else can see you as I do, beyond the physical 
loveliness that's your body." 

"Take me!" she gasped. "Really take me!" 

"No," he whispered back. Between the two of us there is no giving and 
taking, simply a mutual sharing." 

"You really are special," she gasped. 

He had moved to the foot of the bed, and she walked over to him and fell to 
her knees, leaning forward and sticking out her tongue, and she began 
painting his thighs with it. Then her tongue began trailing inward, moving 
toward his groin until it was tickling his pelvis. Her tongue moved in and 
out, licking downward until it was touching the base of his phallus. It 
quivered with anticipation. 

Taking a deep breath, she used her tongue to paint the topside of his penis 
as, with the tip, she drew a fine wet line from the throbbing base to the 
shuddering glans. Her mind remained completely open to this experience, 
savoring her task. 

Once at the bulb of his prick point, she allowed her tongue to wash all the 
way around, tasting the colorless secretions leaking from the almost 
pinpointed hole in the little slit in the glans. She pulled the oily liquid 
to the back of her tongue where she swallowed furiously. Her tongue licked 
the penile head again and again until it shone as if shellacked. Then she 
parted her lips, forming a large ribboned O. She worked her mouth over the 
vibrating penis, sucking it into the warm, wet cave of her tantalizing 
mouth, pushing her head forward, letting it depress her tongue as it filled 
her mouth, and finally it pushed into the ring of her gullet. The meaty head 
slid into her esophagus and she kept pushing her head forward until the 
minaret-like point was deep inside her pharynx and her lips were buried in 
his pubic hairs. 

Irene's tapering fingers lightly caressed his dangling scrotum, making his 
entire body quake. Then slowly she let her head work up and down as her 
palms compressed themselves around his testicles as if trying to squeeze the 
sperm from them. 

Her nostrils flared and her mouth pumped with more and more precision and 
speed. She dug her long fingernails into his solid thighs. Slowly, very 
slowly, she removed the meaty organ from her throat, letting it slide out 
from between her lips. Her tongue licked out and washed all over it. laving 
his testicles, as well. 

"I may be wrong," he whispered, "but I have the feeling you feel about me 
the same way I feel about you." 

"You aren't wrong," she admitted, letting him lift her up and lead her to 
the bed where he had her lie flat on her back. Then he lay on top of her, 
reversing himself so he was staring into her vagina, looking at the oils 
leaking from between her cunt lips, coming out in such profusion the liquid 
was foaming and turning white. 

He wasted no time, his tongue reaching for her clitoris. When he found it 
and applied pressure, the gasping Irene wriggled uncontrollably. Then his 
lips were pressing down on the little red pearl, sucking uncontrollably as 
his tongue whipped wildly against it. 

Wanting and ecstasy hurriedly charged through her aroused body. Her hands 
clenched at the covers on either side of her as her pelvis automatically 
responded to his lapping by wriggling in a hundred different directions at 
once. His licking tongue made her fiery vagina a core of unendurable 
delight. She wanted more and more and more. 

Kass was using his teeth now, gnawing on her right vaginal labius, then 
moving to the left one. There should have been some pain because of the 
pressure of his teeth, but Irene felt nothing. It was pure delight as he bit 
and chewed and sucked. 

"Yes!" she groaned. "Ohhhhhh ... yessssssss ... yessssss ... don't stop ... 
please don't stop..." 

His arms went around her, his hands gripping her ass-cheeks as he did his 
best to steady her body while he drank the flow from her seething pussy. 
Even so, her body was bouncing wildly, and her large breasts bobbled up and 
down on her chest as hot oil came blasting out of her, and she yelled, 
"EEEEEYYYYAAA-AAAGGGGGGHHHH 
HHUUUUUUNNNNNNG-GGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAARRRR-RRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" 

Almost immediately the orgasm began subsiding. There were more climaxes in 
her body waiting to erupt. The taste of her lubrication was heavy in his 
mouth, and much of the colorless ointment was smeared on his face. 

Now, without a word, he rolled her onto her belly, and his face plunged 
between her ass-cheeks, and his tongue, an icy, flickering flame was 
suddenly licking at her anal center. He tongued the ass-hole again and 
again, making certain her cheeks were relaxed, and then Irene realized he 
was going to do the one thing she had never experienced. He was going to 
fuck her in the ass. 

Well why not! She had started all this to get over all sexual hang-ups. Yes, 
let the man fuck her in the ass. Let him fuck her wherever he wished. She'd 
take that elephantine cock of his in her navel, her ear, or her nostril, if 
necessary. It was a huge organ all right, with its brown shank and purple 
head, with a pair of testicles that looked like a small duffel bag, 
half-filled as it swung from some invisible hook beneath his penis. 

He had her lie on her side, her knees pressed into her belly, foetus-style. 
With his hands he spread her rounded white ass-cheeks, and pushed his knob 
against the saliva-lubricated hole. 

His arms went around her, tightly gripping her belly, and then he began 
pushing. Little by little he felt the thick penis slowly moving in. Her 
sphincter was small, tight, virginal, never-before-breached, resisting to 
the best of its ability, yet he knew she wanted him to continue as he wanted 
to continue. He must have been hurting her, yet he was aware that she wasn't 
moaning or crying out. He shoved harder, and then felt the knob of his cock 
begin to slide in. The pressure of her anal ring pulled on his glans, 
tugging it back, almost making it hurt, but he refused to stop. He had to 
penetrate. 

The anxious Irene was as eager as he to feel the full length of that 
marvelously thrusting pole inside her anticipating body. It was the cock of 
the one man she truly admired and respected, and-yes, loved. She was 
determined it would not hurt her. He continued to push in spite of the 
pressure of her sphincter. She did her best to help by keeping her body 
loose and thrusting her cheeks backward. Little by little the stiff, thick 
penis was making inroads. At first she thought of it as a feeling of 
constipation, but as the mighty penis continued on its way into her, little 
nerve-endings began tingling. 

She recalled how her mother had admonished her never to do a dirty thing 
like this, and she smiled. Even if there was pain, it was worth it. The 
weighty penis continued moving into her, pressing against her tissues and 
membranes, sometimes stretching them. Then she was aware, quite suddenly as 
she felt the scrub of his pelvic hairs on her ass-cheeks, that he was all 
the way inside her. There was no real pain at all, probably because she had 
concentrated very strongly on completely relaxing her anal tunnel. Oh but it 
was good, really good. 

"You okay?" Albert Kass asked. 

"Perfect," she replied. "Just perfect." 

He began steadily thrusting in and out of her rectum, pounding into her ass 
with a steady rhythm, and she realized that with every one of his forward 
plunges she was enjoying this more and more. Her sphincter took a tight grip 
on his thick cock, feeling it slide back until only the coronal rim was 
locked inside her. Then he pressed forward until her entire rectum and the 
entrance to her colon was filled with his throbbing penis. She felt her body 
shudder and rock each time he pounded into her, but it was a shudder of 
wonderful thrills. She loved the feel of his testicles slapping against the 
slit of her pussy. 

One of his hands slid around and began cupping her breasts, moving from one 
to the other, palming each nipple in turn. At the same time his burning lips 
branded kisses into the side of her throat, his nose breathing her perfume 
deeply. To him, her throat was a satin curve he kissed again and again as he 
continued manipulating her nipples with his hand. 

She shut her eyes and let herself languish in the splendor of it all. More 
and more thrills were building up inside her shuddering body, and she 
suddenly realized the penis in her rectum was going to give her another 
orgasm. Albert Kass realized it too, and was amazed at her sensuality. She 
was one woman in a million, all right; a woman he would never allow to get 
away. 

"Think I'm ... unnnhhhh ... going to reach a climax," she gasped. 

"Fine!" he nodded. 

The sound of his voice excited her as much as the probe of his tongue 
stabbing in her ear. She bucked her bottom back, and each time she did so, 
she did her best to fill her rectum with as much cock as possible. Even as 
she moved forward again, her anal grip was so tight, the friction of his 
penis pulling back sent sputtering waves of panicky static up and down her 
spine. 

His other hand had reached around to cup her pouting vagina. She felt his 
middle finger probe into her sticky wetness in an attempt to push its way 
into her clutching hole. For a brief moment it seemed he might not succeed, 
because the pressure of the cock in her ass had made her vaginal well so 
much narrower. Then, very slowly it slid in, to the first knuckle, then the 
second knuckle, and then it was unable to move because of the angle of his 
hand. Even so, his finger began sliding in and out of her narrow cunt as his 
cock continued moving in her squeezing ass-hole. His thumb began pressing 
against her clitoris, and now Irene began to automatically thrust her body 
back and forth, wildly. The solid penis in her rectum was buried to the hilt 
in her right now, and she realized she was very close to her satisfaction. 
The finger moving in her sopping vagina, added to the pressure of his 
working thumb on her extended clitoris, added to the feeling building in her 
ass. She became aware he was slamming his thighs against her in tandem to 
the way his finger and thumb were working in and on her sopping pussy. 
Overpowering tension was building to unscalable heights as his other hand 
squeezed her left breast with even stronger pressure. Kass speeded up now, 
and Irene was aware there simply was no holding back. 

Her head fell back as his tongue licked into her ear, and she screamed, 
"AAA-AAYYYYYAAAAAR-RRRRGGGGGHHHHUUUUU-NNNNNGGGGHHHHHH ... 
YYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH ... AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH ... GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 

As she came she felt like a star going into nova as overpowering desire and 
gratification blasted through her body as never before. She felt as if she 
were floating up to heaven on the backs of a trillion butterflies. Her 
twitching vaginal lips closed tightly around the continually implunging 
finger, squirting heavy lubrication, drenching his hand and covering her 
thighs. She felt the finger moving circularly, as if trying to open her cunt 
even wider. 

Pussy oil flowed from her interior as wine would from a breached cask. It 
ran down her thighs, dripping onto the bed, leaving drops, and then puddles. 

"You haven't climaxed yet," she said, as he slid his penis very gently from 
the narrow tunnel of her rectum. 

"I will," he promised. 

This was really the beginning for Irene. At last she had the man of her 
dreams. . . literally. Maybe by tomorrow she might not think him so perfect, 
but here, now, at this moment in time, he was Mr. Right. No other man would 
have been MORE right. 

"Now!" he said to her, rolling her over and spreading his body on top of 
hers. "Now I'm really going to fuck you!" 

"Yes," she agreed, now!" 

She spread her thighs wide, anxiously waiting for his cock to come into her 
cunt. 

"Fuck me!" she whispered. 

"Sure you're ready?" he asked. 

"I've been ready for such a long time," she replied. 

Slowly, very , very slowly, his thickly swollen shaft began pushing its way 
into the deliciously soft resistance of her tight cunt. It was like pushing 
into slightly soft butter. Lord! Was she ever tight. 

Irene thrilled to the pressure of his wonderfully thick penis, not truly 
able to gauge its length and breadth since it was in its proper measuring 
device; her cunt. She had no idea she was still so tight, but it felt good, 
even with his throbbing penile head wedged into her, moving forward, forcing 
itself deeper and making her narrow interior wider. She was breathing 
heavily now, panting, gasping. It was a third of the way in, then halfway 
in. 

"Deeeeperrrrrr..." she insisted. 

"Sure you can take it?" 

"I'm no damn virgin," she snapped. 

"Then you've got it!" He cocked his hips then thrust forward again, feeling 
his penile tip sink even deeper into her. She closed her thighs tightly 
around him, wanting to keep him locked inside her. 

The man pulled his hips back and once more slammed himself forward. His 
heavy phallus, like a tunneling machine, dug even deeper into the tight 
narrowness of her pussy, when he slammed his body all the way forward, 
burying his mast to the hilt, his pubic hairs reached forward and tickled 
her clitoris a little, stimulating her even more. But most of her feeling 
was concentrated in the upper wall of her vagina, where she had all kinds of 
sensitive nerve-endings. Sensation was already building in her as never 
before. Excitement flared through her, and she was no longer able to use her 
legs as mere levers, pressing her feet into the bed. She wrapped her solid 
thighs tightly around his masculine body and pummeled his crotch into hers, 
riding madly with every wild thrust of his. 

Kass dug his toes into the bed to give himself more leverage. He had to 
admit he was plumbing one fantastic pussy. His stomach muscles were as rigid 
as the steel bars in a jail cell as he appeared to be practicing pushups 
with his long length of cock fully embedded in the tightness of her grasping 
pussy. To him, it felt as if she had a thousand little fingers inside, and 
each one was tightly wrapped around his penis. 

He slammed his body wholeheartedly into hers, ramming his strong pelvis 
against hers with a solid "thunk" each time. From her supine position, Irene 
was able to look up at the ceiling mirror and see herself with this man. 
Because of the multitude of mirrors she was able to see herself as if from 
every angle, seeing the way his cock fitted into her even more neatly than 
Marcus's prick had fitted into Kathy. It felt as good as it looked, as if 
the two had been custom-made for one another. In and out, in and out, he 
moved creating more and more wonderful feelings in Irene. The sensations 
built by the second, overpowering her shuddering body. 

"I f-feel another one coming on," she told him. "Oh God! I can feel it 
building inside me! Unnnnhhhhh! I can feel it, I can feel it!" 

In order to increase the feeling for her, he speeded up his stroking into 
her, his powerful boom of prick running in and out with lightning speed. 
Lubrication built up inside her as never before, lathering the way for his 
pistoning prod. Her oils came splashing out of her, soaking his groin and 
his pelvis, even splashing against his belly, as she shrieked, 
"AAAAAAYYYYYAAA GGGGHHHHHHH!" 

She shut her eyes feeling the pressure of the mask on her face, wanting to 
rip it off, afraid to do so, thinking he might believe she was someone else, 
and would be disappointed if he found out otherwise. 

Now the second orgasm slowly began subsiding, but only for an instant. None 
of the building, mounting pleasures in her vagina had lessened. Then slowly 
the climax welled up inside her, and this time it was even more powerful. 
This time she knew she was going to have an orgasm to top all others. He 
pumped faster and faster, keeping his weight on his toes and the palm of his 
hands, and then slowly let his weight settle on her as he continued to 
wildly thrust into her inflamed pussy. 

The orgasm swooped down on her and pulled her up and away. 

"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGGGHH-HHHHHUUUUUUUNNNN-NNNGGGGGGHHHHHHAA-AAAARRRRRRGGGGGG-HHHHAAAAGGGGGAA-AANNNNNGGGGGHH-HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!"
 

Sensation flooded to every part of her body, and electricity seemed to be 
shooting from her fingers and toes. She came, then came again, then came 
again and then again, and again, and again, as if there were a series of 
endless orgasms in her anxious body that had waited for this particular 
moment to come out. 

His lips were still pressing against hers, and he kissed her again and 
again. His tongue flailed into her wide-open mouth and she sucked on it as 
hungrily as she had sucked on his penis, before. 

He continued slamming his meaty organ into her, causing even more minor 
climaxes to shoot through her. And when she was finally no longer able to 
climax he finally decided to unleash his own sperm, as if he had it under 
control the entire time. 

He pumped and pumped, firing jet after jet of seminal whitewash into her as 
he gasped out, "AAAAAAYYYYYAAAAANNNNN!" 

He spurted continually into her body, filling her with himself, and she saw 
it backwashing out of her in the mirror. Finally, she was so exhausted, she 
simply lay there, and when he pulled out and lay beside her, she fell 
asleep. 

* * * 

When she awoke, it was the following morning, and she lay nakedly beside his 
sleeping body. 

Good Lord! She had to get out of here. She had to get to her boarding house 
and get all her other clothes on. 

"Ummmmmmm ... what's the matter?" Al Kass asked, opening his eyes. 

"I can't go out like this, with the mask on," she told him. "How am I going 
to get my clothes and go to work?" 

I went to your rooming house and brought them while you were asleep," he 
told her. "But how..." 

"Did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because of a mask and a wig? I 
knew who you were before I ever saw you this way. I suspected it was you the 
morning I heard what you had done with Mike Lockridge. You see, Mike is one 
of my students and he told me about all those exotic things you and he did. 
Just like in the Perfumed Garden. The more you did, the more I wanted you 
... at first out of curiosity, but later when I saw you in the library, I 
knew it was more than a passing imagine, Irene. All your belongings are 
here, and from now on this is your home." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"My God!" Kathy gasped, looking at Irene as she stood behind the library 
counter. "What happened to you?" 

Irene was no longer wearing her hair in a bun, but had it falling around her 
shoulders. She no longer had her glasses on, and her face was covered with 
carefully applied makeup. Her dress no longer hid her figure but accented 
it, and the new brassiere she wore made her breasts stand out. 

"What do you mean?" Irene asked. 

"Hey, but you've changed. If I didn't know better I'd think the mystery 
woman somehow or other got to you last night." 

"Maybe she did," Irene said, smiling. 

"Oh that's impossible," Kathy snapped. 

"Why?" 

"Because she was with me, last night." "You're kidding!" 

"Honest! I went out with that kid Marcus White, figuring I'd let him spend 
money on me and feed me right, then I'd give him one stiff cock and walk 
away from him. Well before I was able to walk, there she was, gun and all, 
and she forced Marcus to do all kinds of unmentionable things to me." 

"Me, too." 

"She got to you, too?" 

"Hey, do you think there's more than one woman?" "I doubt it." 

"How did she get to you." 

"You might say she brought me together with my fianc'." 

"You're engaged?" Kathy squealed. 

"Uh huh!" Irene nodded. "To Dr. Albert Kass. On our lunch hour we're going 
to get our blood test, and tomorrow we'll be able to get a marriage license. 
By next week we'll be able to be married. We'll take our honeymoon during 
the intersession." 

"Jesus! She's one smart lady," Kathy gasped. "D'you know the police had 
traps set for her all over town, and she wasn't caught?" 

"Now how would I know?" Irene asked. 

"D'you think they'll ever catch her?" 

"Who knows, Kathy. Anything is possible. Anything." 

"Well I hope they don't get her. I think she's doing more good than harm." 

"I agree," Irene nodded. "I definitely agree." 

Irene knew darn well the mystery woman would never be caught. As of last 
night she had retired. It seemed her fianc', soon to be her husband, liked 
her body better when it was topped by an unmasked face with long black hair 
rather than a masked face with blonde hair. He had proved that to her by the 
way he had made love to her before they had left his home for work. He was 
everything to her, and as far as Irene was concerned, her past was a memory 
she intended forgetting ... except for the few nights she was the mystery 
woman. Those were nights she could NEVER forget. 


THE END
