Chapter 7

"Paula, you're wanted on the phone!" Mrs. Cunningham called through the door.

Relaxing on her bed in bra and panties, Paula sat up and asked apprehensively, "Do you know who it is?"

"Some man. Better hurry and get it."

Paula slipped into a robe, the swells of her breasts quivering above the rims of her low-cut bra. The only man who might be calling her was Steve, she thought. She would have liked to leave him hanging on the line, but she didn't dare do that.

She walked downstairs and picked up the phone in the hall. "Yes?"

"Come over to my place," Steve said. "You know where it is?"

"Now, listen...!" Paula replied irately. "You can't just order mc around!"

"The hell I can't," Steve said with quiet confidence. "I own you, baby. Or haven't you gotten that through your haughty head? I have an apartment in the rear at 340 Oak."

"What do you want?"

"You'll find out when you get here ... in ten minutes."

Steve hung up.

Paula stared at the telephone receiver in her hand, which was buzzing. There was a kind of buzzing along her nerves, as well-a gathering of tension.

She hurried upstairs, her robe flapping about her bare, tapering legs. She felt she had to hurry because Steve had given her only ten minutes. He did own her, she realized dismally.

She put on a blouse and skirt, trying not to think about what the arrogant athletic coach might have in mind. Knowing him as she did, however, an immediate explanation suggested itself: He simply was horny, and he expected her to service him. There was no pretense of "dating" any more: he had summoned her as if she were a call girl.

Paula had no trouble finding his place. It was in an old residence which had been converted to apartments. An amber light burned next to a rear door which opened off the driveway. Paula walked there and rapped.

The door opened on a dimly lit room. Steve stood behind the door until his pretty visitor was inside, then revealed himself as he swung the door shut. He was nude.

Paula's eyes flicked to his genitals-a relaxed but sizable cock sprouting from a thick golden bush, large balls dangling. She frowned, as a touch of color came to her cheeks.

"So you wouldn't even show me the courtesy of putting clothes on!" she said.

"Putting 'em on? Hell, I took 'cm off!" He swaggered to his small bar. "What do you drink?"

"Nothing."

Steve poured himself a shot of Scotch and faced the attractive brunette, who obviously was ill at ease. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you in anything but your nursie uniform." His rakish eyes took in the rounded thrust of her breasts in a flowered blouse, and the mature, womanly curve of her hips in a thin, dark-blue skirt.

"Sit down," he said, indicating his sofa.

Paula sat while he stood and watched her. For a few moments, she kept her bare knees primly together, then slipped one over the other, creating an appealing leg display.

Steve strolled to the couch, carrying his drink, and sat beside her.

"I've got a track meet coming up," he said abruptly. "I guess you've heard about it."

Paula was surprised that he had opened a conversational gambit. "Yes. It's a state-wide affair, isn't it?"

"That's right. And it means a lot to me to win. If our small-town school can beat the city junior highs, some important people are going to notice me. That might be my ticket out of this fucking place. The next step up would be a coaching spot in a city high school ... and, from there, to a University. Follow my line of thought?"

"Yes. You're ambitious. I must say, that doesn't surprise me."

Steve sipped from his glass. "Ambition is one thing, and having success within my grasp is something else. I don't have a hell of a lot to work with at this school, so I need help."

"This is all very interesting," Paula said sarcastically, "but I don't see how...."

"I'm coming to that. You're going to give me the help I need."

Paula just stared at him.

He grinned, but there was a glint of steel in his blue eyes. "You're a nurse. My kids could use some vitamin pills."

"You can buy those in any drug store."

"Bennies, I'm talking about. They'll make my kids run and jump like they never did before."

"Ooh, no!" Paula said. "Anyway, I can't write prescriptions."

"I realize that, dummy! But, as a nurse, you can get the stuff."

"How?"

"From some doctor or out of a hospital supply closet."

"Are you crazy?" Paula asked, glaring at him. "I don't work for a doctor ... or in a hospital."

"You could pick up that kind of job. Haven't you ever heard of moonlighting? There must be an emergency hospital in the city that could use a nurse in the evenings-it's only a thirty minute drive."

Paula stood up. "If that's the reason you asked me here, I may as well leave right now."

Steve grasped her by an arm and yanked her down to the couch so forcefully that her legs flew into the air and her skirt slid back to her lap. The fullness of her upper thighs was exposed.

Paula yanked her skirt down and tried to get up, but Steve leaned across her body, blocking her. He set his drink on the end table at her opposite side.

"That wasn't the only reason I asked you here, baby-and now that it's disposed of, we can get on to something else." He gripped her chin in his strong hand and leaned closer. He licked her pouty, closed lips.

She writhed, trying to avoid his mouth. But she was even more concerned about what he had said before.

"Steve, I won't get those drugs! I can't!"

He let go of her chin and slapped her hard across the check. She gasped.

"You'll get that job in a hospital-or in a doctor's office, whichever you can manage-and you'll get me the Benzedrine. Now that's an order."

"You don't know what you're asking!"

"It's all settled, baby. You'll do it, or your ass gets kicked out of this town, and you won't ever work as a school nurse again." Steve grinned quickly. "And after you do what I want, you'll be off the hook. I'll give you all the pictures I've got, including the negatives. That sound fair?"

"I hate you!" Paula said venomously.

"Yeah? We'll sec about that too." Steve stood in front of her, his penis still soft. "Start showing me a good time, baby."

"J-just like that? You expect me to jump like a puppet?"

'That's what you are," he said. "My big-titted, hot-assed puppet."

He moved closer, his legs straddling hers as his shins pressed the edge of the couch. His cock dangled insolently before her.

"Okay, get mc up," he ordered. "Then I'll see how long I can keep it like that, and how many different ways I can put it to you. Interested?"

"No!"

"You'll get interested as we go along. Show me some action, babe!"

Paula reached woodenly and lifted the husky man's penis. She stared at the mauve-pink knob that nodded atop its supple stem.

"I don't want to!" she whimpered.

Steve grasped her around the back of the head and jerked her forward and down. Her face smacked his soft, meaty penis.

Paula shut her eyes. She was filled with disgust. But she did stick her tongue out while Steve held her against him and moved slightly. His penis rubbed across her upper lip and plopped onto her tongue, which trembled at the contact.

She licked his rubbery cock head while confused, angry thoughts troubled her mind: She hated to do what he had demanded, to get the Benzedrine-but how could she help it? He had her totally under his power, the rat! Otherwise, she wouldn't have been doing what she was doing right then.

She swirled her tongue around his hobbling prickhead while she tried to think more clearly:

There had to be a way out, but what was it?

Perhaps if she treated Steve very well-if she gave him a great deal of pleasure-he might relent, Paula thought. It seemed unlikely, but what other hope did she have?

She pursed her lips around the tip of Steve's cock and beat a tongue-tattooo against his slit while she sucked gently. She thought he might like that. He evidently did, for steel came into the shank of his organ, which her hand encircled, and his glans swelled against her soft lips. His cock rose stiffly, and she no longer had to hold it.

She glided her circling lips over the fullness of his smooth cockhead and locked them in the groove just behind the knob. She continued sucking while circling his bulging glans with her tongue.

"Pretty good, baby!" he growled, his tone almost soft. "Now get that head to bobbing. I like to feel your lips skidding across my ridge."

Paula bobbed her head, feeling distressfully like a whore who was being used. But if this would get Steve to withdraw his other demand, it would be worth-while, she assured herself.

Her pumping, o-shaped lips stroked repeatedly across his cock-ridge and along his slippery, iron-hard shaft. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the thick column that glided between them. Steve's bulbous glans rubbed her soft tongue as she lapped against his cock's sensitive underside. She tasted and swallowed his raunchy man-flavor and breathed in his musky scent.

Things were happening in her body which she tried to ignore: Heat gathered in her loins. Her pussylips became oily. Her blood pumped faster, and her brain became light.

She bobbed her head briskly on Steve's bristling cock and felt more ashamed. His fleshy torpedo thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was taking his blunt knob into the opening of her throat. Her lips became warm and tingly from their abrasive stroking along his shaft, even though the contact was well lubricated by her saliva.

I'm really a cocksucker now! she was thinking. I'm doing it like a whore!

Suddenly Steve pulled back and let his husky prick whip free. Paula stared, a bit glassy-eyed, at his impressive hard-on which slanted out and upward, and she thought of how she hated it. It was huge and brutal, like the prick of a stallion.

"Get up and take your clothes off," Steve directed.

She rose slowly, her nerve thrumming. She looked away from Steve and removed her blouse.

He mowed behind her and unhooked her bra. His hands crawled forward, at her sides, into the slack cups of her brassiere and grasped her full, warm breasts, which he squeezed smoothly. His thumbs and forefingers plucked at her thick nipples, drawing them out.

Paula caught her reflection in a decorative mirror on the wall. Her dark hair hung loosely against one check; her red lips were puffy and slack. She looked as wanton as she felt while Steve drew her bra away and down her arms with one hand, continuing to grip her left breast with the other. He replaced his right hand around her other mound and squeezed both rubbery orbs, rolling them about her stiff nipples grinding into his palms.

While she continued to stare at the reflection, as if hypnotized, he slid his hands underneath her full tits. He bounced her rubber balls on his palms.

She shut her eyes, and an anguished moan escaped her lips.

Steve let go of her breasts and unfastened her skirt. He pushed it down, exposing the snowy briefs that dung to her hips and buttocks.

"Don't you wear anything but white panties?" he asked.

"Colors would ... show through my nurse's uniform," she said, and bit her lip. She was becoming aroused despite herself, and that angered her.

Steve dropped to his knees behind her and pulled her silk panties down. The curving cleft of her ass was deep and enticing. Her plump rear cheeks were perfectly formed.

She lifted her feet in turn as Steve removed her stretchy briefs. She stood nude before him.

He pinched the cheeks of her bottom, his thumbs sinking into the satiny crack, and impudently stretched her buttocks wide apart. Her exposed anus slimnk bashfully.

Steve turned her around and stared at her shaggy mons, the lips of her cuntal cleft scarcely visible beneath the thick blanket of dark hairs. She tried to steel herself as he ran his thumbs down through her curling tendrils, found the top of her slit, and opened it to expose the little shaft of her clitoris.

"Please...!" she breathed.

Steve grasped her hands and drew her down to the rug, where she landed in an ungainly heap, her breasts bobbing. She tried to sit up, but he pressed her onto her back and swung astride her curvaceous form. His prick stuck up strongly, throbbing in turgid fullness. Clear fluid leaked from its flaring slit and washed back over the mushroom-shaped glans.

Paula tried not to look at the awesome male weapon, but it exerted such a fearful fascination that she couldn't ignore it. What Steve did with it surprised her as he bent forward and gathered her titties in his hands, laying his thick cock between them. He wrapped her soft breast flesh around his rod and stroked forward and back, wiggling her tits in his hands and flicking her erected nipples.

She whined. Her squirming added to Steve's excitement.

As he pumped his big prick higher between her tits, he rubbed her mounds against his balls. The plum-like head of his cock surged toward her mouth, and Paula craned her neck forward, striking at his cockhead with her wet tongue. This was only to please him, she told herself as she licked the snout of his thrusting organ.

Her rosy tongue lashed the end of his prick again and again as his shaft rode high from between her spongy tits. She craned her neck even farther and pursed her soft lips, planting a moist kiss on the tip of his pecker each time it surged to her mouth.

Suddenly he let her breasts fall away from his column and lunged forward, grinding his big prick between Paula's lips. He stoppered his mouth with the meaty plug.

" Aaawwwwgh ... ghaaawww ... ghlllgh she groaned against the mouthful of throbbing cock. She was forced to lick it.

Steve hovered over her face, twisting and pumping his prick between her stretched lips, fucking her mouth with intense pleasure. He pulled out as suddenly as he had thrust into her, and his cock leaped springily, trailing a strand of her saliva. She gasped for breath. Her eyes revealed the heat that now suffused her.

The husky coach backed up and placed his knees between her splayed thighs. He gripped his thick, hard column and plowed its meaty head through the wiggly, wet flesh of her pussy. When the tip of his prick was caught by the little circle of her vagina, and he pushed, his whole big baloney glided into her, stretching her cuntal walls.

She caught her breath and stared up at him.

He clutched the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide apart and bending them back, until they were on a line with her head. Propping himself against her thighs, he fucked her upturned cunt vigorously, powering his thick prick up and down in her greased, grasping hole.

"OOOOH ... OOOOOH ... AAAAHHHHG H...." she panted, thrilling and hurting at the same time, due to his roughness. Her back felt as if it might break, because she was bent nearly in two.

She flopped her head to and fro on the floor, her dark hair whipping across the carpet. She clenched her fists and beat them against the rug.

Steve pulled his prick from her, making a sucking sound, and flopped her onto her belly.

"Oooh, noooooh!" she begged helplessly. "Pleeeease!

Paying no attention to her cries, he grasped her hips and boosted them into the air. He drove into her pussy again, this time from the back, and shafted her with long, snapping strokes. Each thrust rammed her head and chest against the carpet. The rug's knap burned her cheek and scratched her nipples.

Steve's front smacked her upturned ass, making her buttocks jiggle wildly. The fleshy sounds combined with the noisy sloshing of his piston in her flooded quim. She alternately gasped and whimpered. Her excitement rose with each of his lusty strokes until her brain swam in passion.

Again Steve pulled out of her, and he pressed his wet cock against the shocked dimple of her anus. Paula had time only to let out a shriek before he ground his blunt instrument against the resisting nest of puckers, forcing her star-shaped rear aperture to spread. Her ass-hole stretched wide and painfully until Steve's cockhead popped into her rectum. Then, growling like a wild beast, he screwed his turgid prick deeper into her hot ass.

"AAAAWWWWW!" she bawled, writhing around the degrading impalement.

Her ass-hole fiercely gripped Steve's throbbing cock. The juice which he had brought from her pussy quickly lubricated her rear passage, enabling him to stroke smoothly up and down in her rubbery ring. The fit was superbly tight.

Paula moaned and clawed her red nails into the carpet as Steve fucked her ass fiendishly, spearing further into her bowels with each thrust until finally she received his entire eight inches, slammed repeatedly up her throbbing rear. His balls swung against her pussy.

Bursts of white-hot sensation radiated through Paula as she was ruthlessly sodomized, her buttocks bouncing while Steve's huge cock speared between them. She moaned. Spastic tremors shook her ass-fucked form.

Finally she began lifting her bottom to Steve's thrusts. Her hips rotated sensuously. Instead of fucking an ass that cringed, he found himself ramming into a swirling sleeve of rippling heat that reached for his every plunge.

"YESSSSS!" Paula hissed between set teeth. "OOOOH, YOU BIG-PRICKED BASTARD! DRIVE THAT HOT LOG INTO MEEEE! FUCK MY ASSSSSS!"

Steve drilled into her slippery, clenching ass-hole fervently, jiggling her jelly-like buttocks, making her stuffed rectum throb. She began to come around him, howling as she shook. Steve jerked and spurted inside her. He poured what felt like a gallon of warm, thick fluid into her quaking rear.

She went limp beneath him, her mind seeming to spiral off into some distant realm. She had never been so thoroughly and brutally fucked ... and made to like it, while hating the man who did it to her.

Later, as she left his apartment, he said, "I want those bennies as soon as you can get 'em, so you better find yourself that evening job."

Paula didn't argue. She knew it wouldn't do the slightest good.