Foreword
The girl was frightened, immobile. Julia Perkins approached her, reached a searching arm towards her rigid form, and began lightly stroking her hair.
What am I doing, she wondered, near desperation. First, she'd seduced Steve Tanner. Now, she held his girl friend to her will beneath her dancing fingertips. She must control this girl's mind. She must. Her very existence depended on it.
Her hand drifted down to the firm young breasts in front of her. Julia touched them beneath the material and felt the hard points of the girl's nipples. She squeezed. Hard. The young student groaned. It was a desperate moan, a moan of fear, but more, a moan of unfamiliar desire, a moan charged by the fluttering sensations rising for the first time from the pink slushy depths of her tight little twat.
Julia undid the girl's jeans, slipped her hand beneath the material and buried her fingers in a sea of young cunt juice. She felt hips rolling in response, felt the girl digging back at her hands with her cunt, craving it, wanting more, more until she could again feel those violent spasms ripping through her muscles, her skin, her soul.
Her eyes closed. She was close, thought Julia, so close. She worked faster, and as the first moans began to spill from the quivering throat, Julia thought triumphantly, SHE'S MINE, SHE'S MINE. I've got her just where I want her.