Chapter 11
"Steve, I have what you asked for," Paula said into the phone.
"Great! Bring it to the gym."
"Arc you crazy? I'm not going to hand it to you here at school."
"Where, then?"
"Meet me some place. Can you get away?"
"Yeah, I've got a free period coming up. But there's no reason to be so fussy, Paula."
"I think there is," she told him. "Meet me on the road behind the reservoir."
Steve chuckled. "Where the kids do their screwing?"
"There won't be anyone screwing there in the middle of the day," Paula said. "And, Steve, bring the pictures!"
"Why not? I won't need 'cm any longer. See you in thirty minutes."
Paula nervously hung up the phone and stood behind her desk. She look u deep breath, her tits rising to stretch the front of her uniform. Her firm nipples made an imprint on the thin white fabric.
The package which she was going to hand Steve was in her car. She had been afraid to bring it into her office. After notifying the administration office that she would be out for awhile, she walked to the parking lot. She drove at a leisurely pace to the agreed meeting spot and parked under the trees. There were no other cars or people in sight.
The danger of what Paula was about to do made her tense. But she looked forward to the relief of getting the pictures Steve had been holding over her head ... and being rid of him for good, if all went according to plan.
She waited in her car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, Steve's sports car purred up the hill, pulled off the dirt road, and stopped behind her. He got out and walked up next to her car.
"Well, where are the pills?" he asked.
"Where are the pictures?" Paula countered apprehensively.
"I've got 'em." He patted the breast of his jacket.
"Let's see."
Annoyed, Steve withdrew a plain envelope from the inside pocket of his sport coat and, holding it out of Paula's reach, removed a dozen or so photo prints and some negatives. He fanned them in his hand, and she was offended anew by the sight of her kneeling before Ernie in the gym, sucking his cock and taking his blasts of sperm in her face.
"All right!" she exclaimed, shutting her eyes. She felt underneath the seat of the car and brought out a small cardboard carton which had no markings on it.
Steve quickly reached for the package, snatching it from her hands.
"The pictures!" she exclaimed.
"Keep your pants on, Paula!" Steve opened the box. "I want to see what I'm getting."
Visible were two commercial packages of Benzedrine, so marked and containing a hundred pills each. They were sealed in cellophane.
"Well?" Paula asked anxiously.
"Okay!" Steve grinned, shutting the box. "Thanks, baby. See you around."
He turned to walk back to his car.
"Wait a minute!" Paula cried and jumped from her car, her shapely legs flashing. "I want those pictures!"
"Not this time, baby. I may need you again."
She caught up with Steve as he opened his car door, and she tried to reach inside his jacket, where he had replaced the pictures. He pushed her away and dropped the drugs into his car. Paula charged him furiously, her hands clawing at his face.
"So you want me to get rough, huh?" he snarled, and grasped her wrists. He jerked her arms down to her sides, as effortlessly as if he were handling an unruly child, and began walking her backward across the rough ground.
An evil light came into his blue eyes, and he pushed her faster and faster until her feet could no longer keep up with the backward motion. He let go of her, and she lost her balance, falling onto her back on the ground. Her legs flew into the air, exposing her succulent bare thighs above the tops of her gartered stockings. Between them, Steve saw the narrow strip of white nylon that didn't quite cover her furry crotch.
"Ooooh, you ... you prick!" Paula exclaimed, furious with hurt and frustration.
"Still the mouthy one, huh?" Steve said, a hotness coming into his eyes as he gazed at her exposure. "I'm gonna teach you a real lesson, baby, so you'll never dare mouth-off at me again! It'll be nothing but yes, Steve from now on!"
He lunged at her, and she tried to scoot backward on her bottom so as to avoid his hands. But that was futile. Steve hooked his curled fingers into the neckline of her uniform and yanked fiercely, popping the buttons down its front. The garment hung open, exposing her bra and the top of her half-slip. i
"Ooooh, look what you've done!" she shrieked. "How can I go back to school this way?"
"Baby. I've just started!" Steve said, and crouched next to her.
She grappled valiantly with his hands, but was no match for his superior strength and dexterity. He rolled her onto her belly in the dirty, then stripped her loose dress down her back and along her arms, pulling it completely off her.
Paula scrambled onto her knees and began crawling as fast as she could. Steve laughed and sprang after her, obviously enjoying the sport. He grasped her swaying little half-slip and pulled it down, exposing her panty-clad ass and her thighs. He tugged the slip out from under her knees and tossed it aside.
"You fiend!" Paula cried, desperately trying to get to her feet.
Steve pushed her down onto her belly and wrenched her bra hooks apart. Rolling her onto her back in the dust, he pulled her lira away, letting her titties quiver in the nude.
"Pleeeaaase!" she hedged. "You can't dooooo this to mc!"
But Steve wasn't yet through. As Paula sat up and tried to cover her breasts with her arms, he grasped her panties at both sides of her hips and stripped the silky garment down, pulling it out from under her bottom and along her kicking legs. She uncovered her hobbling breasts in an effort to clutch her briefs, but Steve jerked them free of her hands and pulled them off, tipping her fully onto her back in the dirt.
His evil gaze centered on the fur-lined slit between her thighs. "I may as well get a piece after going to all this trouble," he said, and dropped to his knees, pushing her stocking-clad legs wide apart.
Paula's pussy opened to him, her rosy gash inviting in its nest of dark, lustrous curls.
"Oooh, nooooh ... please ... don't do it!" she beseeched miserably.
Steve was deaf to her entreaty as he ripped his fly open and brought out his thrusting, big prick. He snuggled warmly into the vee of her thighs, pinning her arms against the ground with his hands. The snout of his cock found its own way between the petals of her pussy, its tip lodging in the small, circular mouth of her vagina.
She caught her breath when she felt his prodding thrust. Her channel had moistened only slightly during the furious struggle, and it was not adequately prepared for the brutal plunge of his thick, hard cock.
She whined sharply as his bulging prickhead forced her cuntal walls to spread, burning them as he bulled his way into her. He twisted his hips while pushing ruthlessly, grinding his wrist-thick rod deeper and deeper into her belly until finally he was embedded to his full length within her sorely throbbing cunt.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned piteously, and writhed in the dirt.
Steve didn't give her vagina a chance to accommodate itself to his bulk before starting to stroke. His prick painfully pulled at her tender pussy flesh as he rammed rapaciously in and out of her defenseless hole.
She gasped and whimpered. Her titties bobbed.
Remaining up on his arms above her, Steve kept her arms pinned against the ground as he bore repeatedly into her warmly clasping vagina. He twisted his prick inside her, drew it back, and powered into her again and again.
Her head flopped from side to side, her hair getting full of dust. Her squirming ass was pressed painfully against the hard ground with each plunge of Steve's merciless cock. Her legs kicked impotently, her garter clasps glinting in the sun.
Her pussy had finally stretched and moistened enough to permit each stroking of Steve's prick inside it, and he speeded up. The log-like shaft that protruded from his open fly drove in and out of her at a furious pace. His zipper scratched the tender flesh around her cuntal opening.
The fist-like head of Steve's cock rippled her pussywalls, stimulating an erotic response within her. But her revulsion was so intense that she didn't reach for a climax. She wanted only for the brutal rape to be completed.
Steve's horny organ plunged and reared rapidly in and out of her rosy, hair-fringed gate. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. He groaned.
Suddenly his great cock lurched in the center of her belly, and he spurted, flooding her abused vagina with the thick liquid product of his balls. He ground his prick deep inside her as he continued gushing.
Paula moaned shudderingly, but only because she was glad the degrading attack was over. She didn't climax. Her nerves were jangled and her pussy was sore when Steve pulled his softening penis out.
He stood and stuffed his damp organ into his clothes, then zipped his fly. He bent and slapped the dust off his pant legs.
"Hope you get back to school all right!" he said as he gathered up her clothes.
She expected him to hand them to her. Instead, he walked across the deserted road and tossed them into the reservoir. Paula stared at that final act of needless cruelty and could scarcely believe it. Even as Steve strode back to his car, she thought he might relent and lend her his jacket, now that he had made his point.
But he simply got into his car and drove off, leaving her seated in the dirt. Her mind was boggled by the realization that she was stranded without clothes.
She numbly picked herself up and brushed the dust off her bottom, causing her plump ass-cheeks to quiver. She looked around. The little grove of trees where she stood was on a rise. In one direction she could see the town, spread out below, and in the other there was farmland dotted by houses and barns.
Embarrassing as the prospect was, she would have to drive to one of those houses without clothes on, except her stockings and garter belt, and ask for the loan of something to wear-or, worse yet, drive directly home and walk naked into the boarding house, where everyone knew her.
She shuddered at the choice and hated Steve as she had never believed she could hate anyone. She started disconsolately toward her car, her breasts joggling as she picked her way across the uneven ground.
Suddenly she stopped. There was a vehicle coming up the road by the reservoir. Paula heard it while it was still out of sight, and her first thought was to hide. But she decided she might as well face up to embarrassment there and then and see if she could get the driver to stop and help her.
A pickup truck turned into view on the hillside road and topped the rise. Bashfully Paula walked over to the road. She held a hand in front of her furry triangle and her other arm across her breasts.
The truck's brakes squeaked, and dirt spurted from beneath its wheels as it came to a quick stop. A man wearing a hat, tan pants and a checkered shirt got out. He pushed his hat back, revealing a bald head as he approached her.
"What the devil happened to you?" he asked. He didn't exactly smile, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. Whether it denoted amusement or lust, Paula wasn't sure.
Blushing, she said, "A guy raped me and threw my clothes in the water! Please, could you get me something to wear ... or, at least, to wrap around me?"
He stood and stared at her, which made her all the more nervous. "Raped, huh? Baby, don't you mean you came out here with some guy just to tease him, and when you wouldn't put out he got mad?"
"No!" Paula exclaimed irately. "That isn't the way it was at all!"
"Listen, I ain't lived forty years for nothing," the man said, standing right in front of her. "I've known lots of teasers. Believe me, they deserve to get stripped and stranded!"
"All right!" Paula cried, her checks burning. "Don't help me then! I'll drive somewhere just like this!"
She turned and started toward her car, her shapely ass twisting.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you!" the man called.
She stopped and faced him, this time not thinking to hold her hands in front of her body. She was too concerned with what he had said.
His eyes flicked to her rounded tits with their erect, rosy nipples, then to the thick patch of fur on her mons. His penis awoke from its slumber, enlarging as it took on blood.
"I still don't believe your story about being raped, but I'll help you, baby, if you'll give me what you didn't give that other guy."
"No!"
The man walked toward her. "I'm on reservoir maintenance. Want me to report you as a trespasser and turn you over to my boss?"
"Damn you!" Paula exclaimed.
"Get down, baby, and give mc some head-then I'll see if that pussy of yours fucks as good as it looks."
Paula's hatred of men took a new upward turn. Again she was being brutalized and degraded when she needed tenderness and compassion. But she could only submit, it seemed. She sank to her knees in humiliating surrender, and the man unzipped his pants.
Shamefully Paula reached into his clothes and took out his .large but still-supple cock. It curved like a length of salami in the semi-circle of her fingers and thumb. As she rolled back the man's leathery foreskin, his mauve-pink glans bulged.
She bent and felt terribly cheap as she began to lick his meaty cockhead, hobbling it on its upward curving stem. He breathed heavier as he watched and felt the delightful ministrations of her moist tongue.
She licked around the head of his cock, tasting the raunchy tang which had become all too familiar to her in recent days. Her nostrils widened as they took in his aroused scent. She fluttered her tongue against the tip of his penis, then parted her lips wider and glided them fully over the crown of his cock, her tongue cradling his glans as if on velvet.
She felt his stem stiffen between her lips, stretching them more; and his spongy glans swelled to nearly fill her mouth. She sucked on the rubbery bulb, while shamefully shutting her eyes. Her nerves began to thrum. Heat surged into her loins, moistening her sexual labia.
Perhaps she was no better than the man, she decided, because she couldn't help responding now that she had his nasty cock in her mouth.
She pumped her slippery lips on his firm shaft and followed her sex-flavored saliva which was gushing copiously. His cockhead soaked in the warm wetness of her mouth.
He began to rock forward and back on the balls of his feet, fucking her pretty face. She lunged more eagerly against his prick-thrusts. His churning knob rubbed her softly abrasive tongue and surged into the hot, tight opening of her throat. She gurgled around the meaty plug as her lips worked fish-like on his thick shaft.
She slid a hand down her body and between her legs, where she stroked the hot nub of her clitoris.
The man pulled his cock from her mouth, and it made a lurid popping sound. His meaty organ waved.
"Lie back!" he said. But the command hadn't been necessary, because Paula was already getting into position to be fucked. By that time, she needed it, and she knew she would get the climax she hadn't reached with Steve.
She lay on the ground and spread her stocking-clad legs, propping her knees up. The man eyed her flaring slit as he got into position, then rammed forward, drilling his thick rod into her softly clasping flesh. She wrapped her warmth around his throbbing cock from head to base, and he could feel her cunt ripple.
"Rape, huh?" he snorted as he began to pump his prick in and out of her actively receptive channel.
"Shut up!" she said, and lifted her legs over his clothed back.
He lay against her and screwed fiercely, his cock bobbing like a piston in her needy hole which rose to his thrusts and swiveled hotly around him. He fucked her faster and faster. Her ass slapped rapidly against the soft dirt. She writhed, her tits bouncing.
She had to reach the climax which her body demanded, even though she told herself she didn't want it. She strove fiercely and, when she achieved an orgasmic release, the man was still stroking inside her. She kicked his flanks with her heels, moaning and tossing her head, as her orgasm heightened.
"You ... fucking wildcat!" he rasped, and ground his prick into her rippling, gulping hole. He came, his cock lurching in the fervent grasp of her flesh which spasmed repeatedly. He spurted, dampening her fire.
When he finally pulled his dripping cock out of her, she was drenched by shame.
"Okay," he said, "I'll help you. I've got a pair of coveralls in the pickup. You can have them. That'll get you home."
"Thanks a lot," she murmured in a sarcastic tone.
The man zipped himself up and walked to his truck while Paula remained seated in the dust. She was still a bit dizzy.
She would have felt miserably discouraged except for the realization of what would happen to Steve, provided the one man whom she had been forced to trust didn't let her down.
She had no real confidence that he would follow through, however. Weren't all men rats?