Chapter 4
Ruth would later look back on that evening with a mixture of awe and fondness. She could not recall ever having spent a more completely sexual evening with anyone, nor one in which she had achieved what she felt to be more of her sexual potential, but she could scarcely believe that she had actually done some of the things she remembered doing. Although that last triple fuck had exhausted Jim's erotic capabilities for the night, she and Jean had been able to continue. They had taken turns sodomizing each other with the strap-on dildo and Ruth had again found herself playing the part of a man and enjoying it tremendously.
This ability to find sexual pleasure in a variety of ways perplexed her, although she could not find it in herself to eschew either of the warring sides of her sexual nature. She could not deny that her pussy had throbbed and shuddered with awesome completeness as she had fucked Jean in the ass, using the big tool as a medium, and that she had become very highly excited while playing the man's part. But she had also come with tremendous force when the situations had been reversed; she believed that Jean's fucking ability was just about on a level with Jim's, after having tested both of them.
When she had left their apartment at sunrise the next morning, sore and weary from her strenuous efforts, she went straight to her own apartment and tumbled into bed, where she slept for ten hours. She was awakened by her telephone and found herself speaking to the editor of a magazine for which she had written some of her best articles. In addition to being a first-class speculator about the reading tastes of his public, he was also a superior lover, as Ruth had established to her own satisfaction on more than one occasion.
"Oh, John, how are you?" she asked. "What's going on?"
"Well, I've got a prick that's coming up," he said. "But that's clearly due to the effects of your voice, I imagine."
"Oh, no! Not today, please! I was ... well, deeply engaged last night and today I'm positively sore! I don't think I'll even be able to think about sex for ... oh, at least another five or six hours!"
"Congratulations! I'd come over and administer one of my sensual massages, except that I've got conferences and meetings lined up till way after dinner," John told her. "No, I've got business on my mind for once. Seems there's a teenage sex ring in a high school in this town I know about. It struck me that there might be some material for an article and that you were just the person to go after it."
"Teenage sex ring?" Ruth asked. "I thought teenagers just did it! Why a ring?"
"The story I get is that they're into prostitution," John told her. "The ringleaders hire out their likeliest members to wealthy types who fancy a younger piece. And if the information is right, a new member has to undergo some kind of sexual initiation, something like making it with four or five older members. Sounds rather orgiastic. But the kicker is this: it's the local school that serves the wealthiest suburbs in the place."
"Yeah, that sounds interesting," Ruth said. "Where's the town? And when do you want me to start?"
"Okay, that's the girl," John said. "The town is Houston, Texas, and you can start whenever you like, as long as it's no later than tomorrow! I'll give you a deadline of ... oh, say the middle of next month, how's that? The thing is, your story will tie in with a couple more and altogether, they'll make a hell of an issue."
"Wow! Mr. Quick, huh? Okay, I'll give it a go," Ruth said.
John gave her the name of a local contact in Houston, a man who had some inside information about the ring, and made arrangements for advancing her a sum against her travel expenses. As soon as he hung up, she began making her own preparations for the trip. She had a great deal of experience at travelling and knew how to pack with a minimum of waste. She found that she could catch a plane out early the next morning, a direct flight, and she made a reservation.
Ruth found the flight boring. She used the air time to frame a series of questions to herself, avenues for possible investigation, but she had serious doubts as to their usefulness. Much of her approach would depend on what she found once she had begun her research. She doubted that a group of mere teenagers would have the sophistication to capitalize on their youthful sexuality in any way that would make very interesting reading, though she warned herself that she ought to reserve judgment on that matter until she could find out for herself.
They could do a lot with it if they knew how, she told herself. Prostitution? Sure, there are hundreds of men who'd give a pretty penny indeed to get into bed with a ripe little teenybopper. And God knows, there are plenty of those around! Girls seem to be maturing so much earlier nowadays. Remember the story about the groupies, the ones who hung around the rock bands? Some of those girls weren't very old at all, and they certainly didn't seem to have any inhibitions!
She could vividly recall doing the research for that article the previous summer. The story had centered on Ricky Zebko, a popular young singer about to break into the ranks of the superstars, and his attraction to young girls. She had been standing backstage in Philadelphia after one of his concerts and had watched him run a gauntlet of panting young females lined up outside his dressing room door. There had been at least twenty of the girls, all selected beforehand by Ricky's manager and provided with stage passes; each of them wore a knit halter top and a very short skirt in order to make their physical appeal even more blatant. The most striking thing about their appearance, however, was that each was twirling her panties in her hand, clear enough evidence that they were extremely ready to take their idol at that very moment. Ricky had selected two out of that group and nodded toward his dressing room door.
Ruth had followed them inside and saw Ricky sprawl on the low couch. His energetic singing had aroused him totally, she saw; a huge bulge distended the front of his shiny leather trousers. He had motioned to one of the girls to come forward and had then nodded down to the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Get after it," he said, and the girl had opened his trousers and brought out his cock, which had been a very large one. Without further instruction, the girl had hiked her skirt around her waist and straddled him on the couch, working her hot little pussy down around his cock, and had begun fucking with a slow, easy motion.
"After a set like that, I've just gotta get off," he said to Ruth without a sign of embarrassment. "Soon as we get my nuts off we'll talk, okay?"
He had motioned the second girl forward and had thrust a hand under her skirt as the first girl fucked him. He stayed in her for an interminable period, Ruth thought, but had. finally climaxed, bringing whoops of tearful joy from the recipient of his smoking sperm. After the girl had fucked every drop of come from his cock, he had told her to get off and had motioned the other girl forward; she had sucked his prick clean, devouring every drop of the leftover come.
"Okay, chicks, that's it," he said, waving them toward the door with a casual gesture. "See you next time around, maybe."
The girls had acted as though they had been accorded the most gracious kind of treatment imaginable, especially the one who had received Ricky's burst of semen in her cunt. She had donned her panties quickly, stuffing a wad of tissue into the crotch to catch the overflowing come, and had promised that she would treasure the memory forever. Ruth had no doubt that the semen-laden tissue paper would eventually occupy a very special place among her mementoes.
"Some guys, they won't ever fuck a groupie," Ricky had explained later. "Sometimes they're afraid of clap, sometimes they just won't do it. They won't take nothing but head jobs. Me, I don't care-if they want to climb on and work me off with their armpit, even, that's okay; I just wanna get my rocks off in a hurry!"
Ruth remembered that encounter very well and decided that she ought not to write off the teenagers without giving them a hearing. She had not felt very attracted to Ricky, though she could sense the raw animal power which emanated from him, especially when he was singing. She could admit, however, that a woman might easily find an unformed youth an attractive lover, especially if he were well hung. A kid's virility was just about inexhaustible, she knew, and she could easily remember some of her own lovers when she had been in high school. They had thought nothing of fucking her steadily for an hour or two, their pricks remaining vibrantly stiff all the while, and ejaculating two and even three times before tiring of the sport. Their seminal discharges had usually been powerful ones-she could still recall Steve Stevenson masturbating at her instigation and shooting thick wads of sperm up onto the ceiling of his parents' car-and profuse. To a woman who valued a strong discharge of semen, and a goodly quantity of the thick cream, a youth like that would be a godsend and such a woman might very well pay for the privilege of having a lover with such desirable capabilities.
Ruth landed, took the bus into the sprawling, busy city and checked into her hotel. After unpacking, she placed a call to Will Ryan, the name John had given her, and arranged to have lunch with him. They agreed to meet in the lobby of her hotel an hour later. Ruth did not know what to expectJohn having told her nothing about the man, except that he had a lead into the ring-but she had found his voice pleasant enough. He proved to be a sturdily built six-footer, ruggedly handsome in a blond, sun-burned way, and he introduced himself as a reporter for one of the local papers.
"I got onto this through the police docket," he said. "It was reported as a case of child abuse; this girl showed up at a hospital and she'd been worked over pretty well. The interesting thing about it was, she's the daughter of a pretty prominent family, not the kind of girl who gets punched around, usually. The police hushed it up pretty quickly but I got in tight with a contact at the hospital where she was treated. She'd had some sexual contact-traces of semen in the vagina, stuff like that-but it didn't really seem to be a rape; no bruises or scratches of the kind they usually find with a rape. Frankly, they didn't know what to make of it."
"II she were working as a prostitute," Ruth speculated, "then the possibility is that one of her clients used her and then roughed her up, is that it?"
"It's a possibility," Will said. "It's an old story-a man gets the hots for a woman and then after he's had her, that old Puritan conscience pops up and he's so revolted at what he's done, and at her for being the medium, he punches her out."
"You know, if the Puritans were even halfway responsible for a twisted mentality like that, and all the trouble it's caused, I could hope that they really do find their hell," Ruth said. "And that it's even more unbearable than they feared!"
"I'll say amen to that," Will agreed. "There's one other thing-I've got a line on a couple of kids who might be part of the ring. They're in that high school, the posh one, and I'm positive I saw the girl standing on a street corner one Saturday night downtown, tarred up and looking very much as though she was waiting to be picked up. The guy and the girl are both in the school's journalism club and they work as local stringers for the paper; that's how I know them. I'll try to get something set up for you tonight, if that's okay with you."
"Fine with me," Ruth said. "I've got a fairly short deadline and the sooner I get working the better."
"Great. Stick close by, then, and I'll give you a call at the hotel when I find out something," Will said.
Although she appreciated his willingness to put her in touch with possible sources of information as quickly as possible, Ruth found it difficult to accept that dedication with an entirely grateful attitude. He was a strongly attractive man, she found, and the after-effects of her extended bout with Jim and Jean were already wearing off. Had he suggested it, she would have been only too happy to have delayed starting to work in order to spend the afternoon pressing her naked body against his and working out the hungers which were already making themselves strongly felt within her body. Since there was no visible alternative, she agreed to spend the rest of the day in the hotel.
She could always spend the time masturbating, she told herself, and while that was not an entirely satisfactory way of reaching the full level of satisfaction she sought, it would certainly relieve the tensions which she could feel building up between her thighs. Ruth gave one last look around the lobby, after Will had left, and saw no likely candidates to assist her in her quest for sexual pleasure. She thereupon went back to her room, which happened to overlook a park and a busy thoroughfare. She had already thought about the extra excitement of standing in front of one of those big windows, looking down on the passing traffic as she masturbated; invariably her clitoris developed greater liveliness and sensitivity when she gave herself pleasure in a public or semi-public place. The window of her room was not perfectly ideal for her purposes but it would do; standing there would give her the illusion of being in public, even though she could not be seen by anyone.
Ruth undressed slowly and savored the moments of sensual exultation lying ahead. When she had stripped down to her panties, she paused to contemplate her image in the mirror across the room; she could see her nipples, large and dark with lustful arousal, and the sight brought a quicker beat to her heart. She lifted a hand to touch the fiery cones of woman-flesh and remembered the way her entire being had tingled with lusty fervor when she had touched her nipples to Jean's hot-lipped pussy. She also recalled the incredible shock of arousal which had flowed through her pussy when Jean had bent over to touch her own nipples to that hot slit.
Mmmmm, I wish she were here right now, Ruth thought. A tit-fucking, that's what I need, a really good one, so that I could come all over her boobs and then lick it off! Yeah, that'd get my cunt soothed down! God, she was so hot, so wet! I can still taste her pussy!
Ruth tried nipping her swollen nipples between her fingers and imagining that Jean was grasping those throbbing cones of hot flesh with the lips of her pussy. The thought had a vast erotic potential and her own touch helped realize much of the sensual possibilities inherent in that image. Growing more aroused by the minute, she stroked her big breasts repeatedly until she was certain that her clitoris and the lips of her pussy were ready for their part in the act. She could already feel the warm, slippery oil escaping from the lividly aroused slit and trickling down into the crotch of her panties; the sensation was a decidedly sexual one and she found it highly pleasing to know that her body was again preparing itself for a bout of lustful stimulation.
She eased out of her panties and held them to her nostrils. As always, the scent of hot, sexually aroused pussy brought a sharper ping of elation from her nipples and clitoris, the antennae of her sexual feeling. Ruth dropped the panties and walked over to the windows. She spread her feet wide apart and thrust her hips far forward; the strain on her thighs transmitted a deliciously thrilling pressure to the lips of her pussy and she could feel them peeling apart in response to that force. She brushed her fingertips over her thighs with slow, swirling gestures that pointed toward the dark, glistening slit at the base of her belly but did not touch it. Teasing herself in that manner, she delayed as long as possible but finally had to test her pussy. As she had expected, the splayed lips were highly charged with sexual feeling and her clitoris was almost unbearably tense and ready.
Ruth brought her hands back up to her nipples. She looked down and saw that they had swollen out even more outrageously; they were flushed almost violet and she could easily imagine that she saw the big cones trembling. Her fingers glided over them and a soft, whimpering moan of pleasure poured from her throat. Firm with lusty arousal and aching with sexual desire, her breasts gave her great satisfaction at that moment. She caressed them lightly and felt her womb knotting tighter as it gathered itself into a quivering ball of passionate tension.
Ruth fucked herself with a slow, almost scientific precision. She brought the tips of her index fingers down to her vulva and spread the raw, throbbing slit even wider. She could feel the hood peeling off her clitoris, a decidedly sexual sensation, and she brought a fingertip over to touch that swollen, rigid mound of nerve-packed gristle. The contact sent a hearty shudder of sexual reaction pulsing through her loins, enough to warn her that the moment of truth had almost arrived. She quickly brought the finger away, wanting to preserve the sexual high for as long as possible, and contented herself with manipulating the outer edges of her vulva.
Even that contact was enough to keep her womb cranked up to an amazingly high pitch of erotic agony, she found, and she knew that she would not be able to keep her tempestuous demands at bay for much longer. She worked her right hand down between her thighs and cautiously probed at the sorely inflamed lips of her pussy, taking care to avoid exciting herself more than she could bear. As soon as her fingertips had become thoroughly moistened with her pussy's ripe effusion of sexual oils, she withdrew her hand and painted the tips of her nipples. She looked down to watch as they became bright and glistening with her cunt's lubricious wetness; the sight proved to be every bit as arousing as the feel of her slippery fingers and she quivered even more heartily as her clitoris throbbed away.
Ruth then brought her right hand around to her rear, reaching around her tense hip, and pushed her fingers up into the crack of her ass. The middle finger of that hand found her cunt's moist, tingling rim; she thrust the finger into the taut little cleft for a moment and then withdrew it. Thus coated with her pussy's overflow of ripe lubricant, it was ready for insertion into her anus and she pushed against the ultra-sensitive opening lightly. A wave of hearty, head-swirling pleasure immediately swept over her body and she pressed the finger deeper. She groaned softly as the finger slipped into place and her body jerked forward, exactly as if she had been touched with a five electric wire.
"Agghhhh!" she groaned, reaching down with her left hand to cup her love mound tenderly. "Ohhhh, fuck, damn you, fuck! Fuck the come out, fuck it all out!"
She pressed the fingers of her left hand up against her pussy and held them there as her flesh responded with quick, charging jolts of sexual response. Her other finger slipped deeper into her asshole and even heavier shudders of elation ripped through her loins. She squeezed her left hand down upon her vulva and bobbed forward, thrusting against her palm; her swollen, lustfully enlarged clitoris rubbed against her hand with dramatic results. A wave of orgiastic release, so strong as to be cataclysmic, thundered from the depths of her womb and flowed over her body until every cell, every nerve ending, reverberated with fervent pleasure. Again and again she humped forward against her hand, always keeping it firmly locked against her pussy, until finally she could stand the fierce, cutting joy no longer. She pulled her hands from between her thighs and leaned forward to rest them against the windowsill, panting and shuddering as the last remnants of her climax trickled out of her pussy and over her thighs.
After standing there for a moment or two, Ruth staggered to her bed, where she fell face down. She lay there for several minutes without stirring a muscle. When her mind had cleared itself of the red, lustful haze which had possessed it at the moment of highest pleasure, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Finally she heaved herself off the bed and went into the bathroom, where she drew herself a bath. Hot water, she thought, would provide as good a medium as any in which to wait for Will's call, and she decided to avail herself of it.