Chapter 5

Bob said nothing as he drove Laura home. It seemed unnecessary. Their torrid couplings left them spent and relaxed. Laura sat in the high, front seat of the van. The strange rubber apparatus Bob had given her rubbed against her large breasts. She had fitted it into her vest pocket. If she held her hands in her pockets the large bulge it made went unseen.

She puckered her lips and took a deep breath as the caking dried come coated her chest, stomach and pussy. She tried to squirm her lovely buttocks onto a more comfortable portion of the lumpy, thinly cushioned seat. As she stared blankly out at the road ahead, she thought how naive she had been. She was a woman now with untapped sensual potential Bob and her would explore every avenue of physical pleasure. She couldn't wait until she was with him again.

Little did she know that that afternoon would be the last time she would see him for quite awhile. "Shallow Grave" was going on the road for a series of concerts in Maine. They'd play small bars and make little money. But for the members of the band it signalled the "big break."

Kim told her that Friday. Laura hadn't seen Bob around the entire week and promised herself that she would not make inquiries about him. Her romance would be even more romantic of no one knew about it.

But it was next to impossible to hide anything from Kim. She could see Laura's sense of loss in her eyes and hear it in her voice. What she could not detect however, was her churning need for a hard prick.

They spoke together on the crowded school bus.

"Laura," Kim said. "You know that Bob's going to be gone for a couple of weeks, don't you? He and his band took a trip. They are going to be playing around. It will be pretty far from here though."

"So?" Laura asked with unconvincing disinterest. "There are other boys in Fairfield, you know. Who needs Bob Nelson. He's not so great."

Kim was treading on thin ground. "I just thought you would like to know," she replied gently.

Her friend was hurt. Kim decided to change the subject. "Hey! Let's go bowling tonight! It will be fun! You can come to my house tonight after supper and my dad will drive us down to the lanes. Okay?"

Laura had dreamed all week of the upcoming weekend. She had intended on spending it being humped by Bob. Now that he was gone she was crushed. It was a catastrophe for the young, deflowered teen.

"Okay," she replied weakly. "See you about eight." She rose from her seat and struggled through the crowded bus towards the door. The large, yellow vehicle lurched to a halt. As its brakes screeched, she opened the double door towards the rear of the bus. She hopped out and waved to her friend. The bus rumbled off and sweet Laura walked the few feet to the white picket fence that surrounded her home.

Now I know why he gave me that thing! she thought. He figured it would keep me busy until he finally got home. That creep!

But as she said the words, she felt that now familiar glow begin to grow in her crotch, she had framed her thinking with the idea that she would get fucked soundly that weekend. Kim's news left her empty.

She rushed into her home and slammed the front door. With a perfunctory "Hi, Mom," she bounded up the stairs to the privacy of her room. She knew that her mother seldom violated her privacy. She could be quite alone if she wanted. She clicked the lock on the large wooden door of her room and momentarily leaned her back against it. She was lost in thought. Bob wouldn't be around for a few weeks. But he had left a legacy of unfulfilled passion in sweet Laura. Her imagination raced. She thought of how boldly Bob had been. He rammed his prick into her mouth, her cunt and ass. She rubbed at her breasts with a growing passion.

She looked around the room with a cold calculation. No one would bother her for awhile. She strode over to the large closet near her bed. She fell to her knees and began to wade through boxes and pairs of old shoes she no longer wore but was unable to throw out. Her scramblings stopped abruptly when she found what she was looking for. From the leather rubble she lifted out an old, yet well preserved box. She lifted its brown cardboard top to reveal its contents.

Wrapped neatly in thin, waxy paper was the dildo Bob had given her. She recoiled from its sight. After she had gotten home the previous Monday afternoon, she examined the thick, penis shaped thing. It struck her as disgusting. But now her heated thoughts and body saw it as a vehicle that would enable her to traverse her loneliness and find fleeting ecstasy in self induced orgasm.

She quickly undressed, with only a tight fitting bra and panty set, both of which were lacy black, she examined herself in the full length mirror hanging from the door of her closet. She stooped down suddenly and lifted out the highest pair of heels she owned. They always flattered her already elegant and sensual legs.

She lifted the dildo free from its sheath of paper and stood erect. Her long, lean legs appeared even longer in the pointed black heels she wore Her creamy thighs were soft yet firm. She gazed at the distinct outline of her sweet cunt. It jutted out alluringly from her stretching, bikini panties. She rested her hands on her waist and admired the swelling fullness of her young hips. She began to grow excited just thinking about how lustful Bob had become as he fondled her eager body. She rubbed her hands along her lower chest and abdomen. Her fingers slid under the straining fabric of her binding bra and began to caress her large, heaving tits. She thought of how Bob had fitted his magnificent prick between them. She could feel how strong it was as it throbbed and spat forth its wonderful love cream. Her long legs opened as she clutched the dildo tighter and tighter. She began to breathe heavily lost in her own lust filled imagination.

Her free hand fell to her side and moved towards her now grinding twat. It clasped the straining fabric of her panties and pulled it aside. Her hot, hungry pussy was now exposed to the mirror's reflection. Dear horny Laura's mouth fell open and she stood up on her tiptoes. She then positioned the thick, rubber pseudo prick at the entrance to her empty hole.

She exhaled deeply and lowered her crotch onto the thing. At the same moment, her assisting hands lifted the dildo towards her orifice. Her fevered imagination had triggered the release of her lubricating juices.

"Ummmmmm!" she moaned in delicious, private delight. Her rubber fucker slid easily into her anxious hole. She thought only of how dominant Bob had been as she began to work the thing further and further into her.

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned in sweet ecstasy. Her straining hands moved the thick rubber boner into her with penetrating effectiveness.

Both of her hands clutched at the thing now. Each one was firmly clasped over one of the rock hard artificial balls at the very end of the instrument.

She halted and rested her shoulder against the mirror as she forced the last two inches of the ten inch thing into her grateful hole.

As she began to move it in and out of her hole she began to slip along the mirror's length. A large smudge appeared on the mirror as she crumbled to the carpeted floor lost in her own private world of fantastic fuckery.

She slumped against the door. Her tits flushed red and stood erect. Her long, blonde hair rested on her soft shoulders and high breasts. Her chin hung low. Her soft blue eyes were slammed shut as she worked at herself. The perfect, ivory white teeth that lined her mouth flashed as she clenched them together in a strange erotic smile. The flesh of her curving stomach protruded out slightly with each plunge of her rubber fucker.

Small droplets of moisture appeared at the ends of the golden brown pubic hairs of her cunt triangle. A large, rolling drop of perspiration developed on her back directly between her lovely shoulder bones. It slid along her curving, lithesome body and disappeared into the darkness of the lining of her inner buttocks.

She panted like a fagged mare, the rubber thing that moved furiously in and out of her hole tested the limits of her young, feminine endurance, she could feel her skin. It was wet and tense. But within her a growing ball of fire rose to the surface of her scalded imagination. She could see Bob ramming his cock into her mouth, ass and cunt in three separate images in her mind. She wished that there was a way to have every opening in her body filled with the hot meat of his awesome boner at the same instant.

She suddenly felt the ball of fire burst apart with the power of a solar storm.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned in relived ecstasy, she slid down from her dizzying heights on a roller coaster that crashed into a warm pool of incredibly comforting, frothy liquid.

She raised her shoulders up and rubbed her flushed facial cheeks against them in private, sensual delight. Her lips puckered and her soaked pussy issued a thin, aromatic shower of orgastic juices. Her masturbatory act was complete.

Her body went limp and she rested. As her passions subsided like a storm in the last throes of life, she began to catch her breath, she had been masturbating for some time but her imagination's jumping off point had been rooted in sheer fantasy. Now she had experienced the real thing. It made her act even more pleasure giving than it had been previously. She slid the soaked rubber dildo from her hole. It glistened from its wet coating of feminine orgastic juices. She only wished that the thing was real. She would suck it until it spurted forth a thick load of succulent, thick come. She licked her lips in swooning memory of Bob's flowing come. It had swirled around her mouth and dropped into her stomach with a salty freshness. If only her tongue could taste it at that moment.

An idea suddenly struck her. The hard, powerful prick she longed for didn't have to be Bob's. She had heard from friends that a boner of ten full inches was unusual but not rare. Her years of masturbatory fantasies powered her to search her memory for a possible alternative.

Laura Drew was a hot, little number alright. She knew how all the boys looked at her in school. She could feel their eyes upon her when she walked past them. It was not too difficult for her to maintain a detached, smug air about herself, however. She was among the smartest members of the senior class and this alone separated her from most of her classmates. Her own insecurity and girlish sensitivity did the rest. She was definitely out of the reach of every boy in Fairfield High. She knew it and occasionally nurtured this reputation. Human relationships could always be so difficult. The boys she had gone out with were all such "drips." She would get impatient with their obsequious ways in short order. After a while, the boys didn't even ask her to go out with them anymore. She was cast in the lonely role of being a masturbatory fantasy herself! It was quite ironic. Boys would stand in the darkness of their bathrooms and pull on their young pricks, lost in thought of Laura's sweet pussy, while she rammed an artificial penis into her hole.

Her problem seemed to be without a solution.

A new thought suddenly popped into her mind. It nagged at her despite her efforts to rid herself of it. It should have been unthinkable, but it remained afixed to her imagination.

"Mr. Williams," she said to herself. He had tried to seduce her just the previous Saturday night. But he was drunk and feeling sorry for himself. Besides, he was her best friend's father. He must have been close to forty years old! That was definitely out.

But as she retreated to the bathroom at the end of her hallway with her perverse rubber lover safely hidden under her cloth robe, the thought remained in her mind. It seemed like a strange intangible disease that could only be cured by actually catching it. It grew in strength and intensity, she thought that she could call him. Maybe he would answer. Maybe he would start the ball rolling. But maybe he had forgotten the whole incident that had occurred in his car the previous weekend, she herself had made a firm promise to herself to do just that and she had been successful in it up until that very moment.

"Damn!" she said to herself as she washed her warm come juice from the dildo. Warm water flowed gently from the tap. she raised her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was sure she was desired by Kim's father. Many a time, she had had men his age flirt with her. She knew that she could look much older than she was if she dressed up. Her father had even remarked one time that she looked "legal." She was only a year or so from the magic age of eighteen anyway.

In spite of her best efforts, she began to hatch her scheme. First of all, she knew that Mr. William's drank regularly and often in excess. Kim had told her that he would often stop at the "Hillcrest Lounge" on Friday nights before he came home. He came in once at about seven-thirty while she was there, she could see that he was quite nearly drunk. His eyes were glassy and his gait was less than perfectly controlled. Laura had never mentioned it to her friend Kim. She knew how sensitive Kim was about it. Dear Mr. William's tottered on the edge of having a "drinking problem."

Laura rushed back into her bedroom. There were things to be done. She knotted her robe and put her precious dildo back in its hiding place. She ran to the top of the stairs and listened for her mother. She was in the kitchen. Laura could hear the water running.

She returned to her room, sat down on the bed and stared at the phone sitting impassively on a small table. There was an extension in the living room but so long as she could hear her mother moving about in the kitchen directly below her, she knew she was safe.

She picked up the receiver and began to dial. The phone rang a few times and she tapped her fingers on the table nervously. Finally, someone picked it up. It was Kim.

"Hello?" the voice said.

Laura had thought her plan out very thoroughly, she spoke with calm assuredness.

"Hi Kim! It's Laura. Listen. I can't make our date tonight. I'm not in the mood. You go though. Call me tomorrow and tell me about it. Okay? I mean, you don't mind or anything, right? You can have fun anyway, right?"

Kim was stoic. "Yeah, sure Laura. It's okay. I understand. I'll meet a couple of the other girls there and we'll have fun. I want you to do something for me though. Don't drown in your tears over Bob Nelson. He's not so hot. Anyway, there are lots of boys around that are better looking than him anyway. Maybe tomorrow night we could go to the movies or something. Okay?"

Laura was a natural actress. "Sure, Kim. Tomorrow night. Listen, please don't call here tonight if you get home early or something. My father is having some people over on business and he wants the telephone clear for him if he's got to use it. Okay?" Her plan was jelling nicely.

"Sure, Laura. I'll speak to you tomorrow. See Va."

Laura said goodbye and the girls terminated their connection.

For the next ten minutes she rested on her bed. she stared at the ceiling and pondered how her life had changed in less than a week. She had had her first taste of cock and wanted more. Her first lover was gone now but he left behind a need in her that his dildo gift would not quell. She had to have the real thing. Mr.

Williams wasn't so bad looking. In fact, he was kind of handsome. Many of the movie stars she idolized and fantasized upon were his age. Some of them were even older. But Kim's father? Her friend could never know what she was about to do.

She lifted her body up and sat on the side of the bed. She had to go downstairs and talk to her mother. It was only about five o'clock. Laura then stood up and started down the stairs. The closer she got to the kitchen the louder her mother's movements in there seemed.

When she pushed open the swinging doors she saw her mother standing over the kitchen. She was busying herself with a head of lettuce. The cold tap water washed the dirt off the green round vegetable. Mrs. Drew turned from her work. She rubbed her face with her forearm as she spoke.

"Hi, Laura. Your father will be home soon. Set the table."

Laura began the chore without any resistance. As she placed the off white dishes on the checkered, circular table she spoke

"Hey, Mom. Tonight me and Kim are going bowling, okay? I'm gonna meet her at her house about six-thirty or seven o'clock. So right after supper I have to go. Okay?"

Her mother had little reason to suspect

Laura of any foul play. She was such a good student and so cooperative around the house. Mrs. Drew frequently complimented herself on the fine job she had done in raising Laura. She trusted her daughter.

"Sure honey. I'll let you off the "dish detail" tonight. No problem."

Without looking up from her work Laura replied, "Thanks, Mom. I won't be home too late. Mr. Williams is going to pick us up."

"Uh huh," her mother answered absent mindedly. "Don't forget to put the salt and pepper on the table dear. Your father gets crazy when he can't have it immediately."

When she had finished setting the table, she returned to her room. She had to take a long cleansing shower. The warm waters flowing from the shiny nozzle over her head reminded her of the showering orgasm she had experienced as dear Bob balled her in his van. She remembered how she had held her legs up and how she had rubbed her hands along his lean, muscular back. It had been wonderful. She was determined to make the upcoming night as sensual and fulfilling as her first night with Bob. The waters flowed between her large young breast and down the curving length of her elegant, sensitive body. As she rubbed her washcloth across her sweet pussy, she thought of how wet and sticky it was after Bob came in her. It sent shivers down her spine.

She had rationalized her behavior by convincing herself that she was in love with Bob. This made her sudden and unexpected promiscuousness easier to live with. But Bob had scorned her. The off handed way he tossed that dildo at her and his not even telling her he was going away for awhile left her bitter. She wanted to get off now. It was not only to scorn her lover but to satisfy a deep craving in her. Bob had awakened her natural sexual needs with such force that dear Laura was quite a horny little teen.

After she had showered she dried herself off and started to dress. She blew dry her hair and applied her makeup. She made it extra heavy. Her blue eyes were outlined in black. Her lashes were long and fluttered seductively every time she closed her eyes. She highlighted her high cheekbones perfectly with a combination of oils and powders. Her lipstick was a full, rich red that she outlined with a heavy, dark pencil. Her hair and face were perfect.

Now she considered what she would wear. She had no intention of forewarning Mr. Williams of what she had in mind. She wanted to make it easy for both of them. She chose her clothing carefully.

Kim and Laura shared many secrets. One of them was the small theft they had made from

"Renee's Dress Shop." Both girls loved imagine underwear so one Saturday Laura went into the shop and made several purchases none of which she paid for. Kim was working the cash register and made sure of it. All she had to do was ring up a "No Sale" and Laura was home free with the lacy and provocative undergarments. The evening after their co-conspired theft, they divided their loot. Laura's favorite color was black so she got all the black stuff. She had it packed away in her closet too. It wasn't far from the dildo Bob had given her.

She made another foray into her closet and emerged with a long, cardboard box. She placed it neatly on her bed and quickly locked the room's door. Returning to the bed, she opened the box and stared at its contents. She was sure that her lovely, hot body attired in some of that box's contents would make Kim's father's prick harder than it had been in twenty years.

First she lifted out an exquisite pair of jet black laced bikini panties. She took off her robe and stepped into them. They felt so soft and sexy as they moved up her creamy legs and thighs. All they managed to conceal was the crack in her lovely ass and her pubic hairs. Firmly, she rubbed her cunt bone jutting out from the stretching black material. She was getting hot already.

Next, she lifted an equally elegant bra from the box. Its inner linings were white but all that could be seen of it when it was worn was a dark rich black. She slowly fitted the exotic harness over her two lovely breasts. The bra snapped right between its two very large cups. Laura felt her tits squeezed firmly together. They stood higher than they usually stood and appeared even bigger than they actually were.

Then she took a long, lacy garter belt from the box. It cinched her tiny waist very tightly, the long, elegant strips of black material dangled freely from it. She stooped over and lifted a pair of fish net stockings from the box.

She sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled the seductive stockings up her long, lean legs. She strapped each one of them to the garters and stood. Kim had accidentally grabbed the wrong size stockings when she packed the box of undergarments for Laura. They were much too small. But Laura didn't mind. She was willing to suffer the slight bit of discomfort they caused her because they made her legs look positively magnificent.

Growing more and more excited, she skipped over to her closet once again. She lifted her black boots out and returned to the edge of the bed. Carefully, she slipped each of her tiny feet into them and zipped them up.

She made sure that she didn't rip her stockings.

She stood up and strode back to the mirror. The reflection she saw dazzled her. She had no idea of how beautiful she actually was. Her ankles were trim and small in her high heeled boots. The suede fit her calves perfectly. They were tight enough to outline her lovely legs but not so tight that they hurt. Her knees were soft and round as they hid beneath the crisscrossing pattern of her black stockings. Her thighs were held firmly in place by the small stockings that stretched across them. A slight hint of flesh bulged over the tops of them. They were so damn tight. Laura feared that the long, black seam that ran along their backs would split if she moved around too much.

The garters from the belt cinching her delicate waist held her stockings high and in place. She could feel them pull at her as she moved about her room.

Her bikini panties covered only a small portion of her garter belt. Two full inches of her lovely skin were evident between where the panties started and the garter belt began. Her creamy white flesh flashed from behind the blackness of her feminine garments.

The curvature of her smooth stomach was outlined perfectly by the panties. A small black arch started in the soft whiteness of her navel and ended in the dark recesses of her crotch. Her golden brown pubic hairs were pressed against her skin. Her large cunt was evident as it stretched her panties to their breaking point.

The lower portion of her rib cage protruded softly up from her tiny waist. As they widened to her large soft breasts a perfect balance was formed with her swelling hips. Dear Laura had a perfect body. Her wide hips counter-pointed her beautiful breasts. They had the maturity of a grown woman yet possessed the flowering beauty of a teenager. Her breasts were pressed tightly together by the bra she wore. They were bound beautifully as a large, dark cleavage formed between them.

Laura felt their sides. She moved her body with a flowing elegance that was a glorious tribute to budding womanhood. Her glistening blonde hair rested softly on her shoulders, the straps of the bra that pinched her soft, giving flesh were hidden by the thick folds of her long hair.

Her round youthful face was made up perfectly. She didn't look sixteen and she didn't look innocent. She looked like a woman who knew what she wanted.

Before she completed dressing, she went to the jewelry box that rested on the center of her dresser, she opened it and lifted out a stunning necklace. It was just cut glass but it shined like it was made of perfectly cut diamonds. She shook her hair away from her lithe neck and put it on. It fit her neck very snugly and glistened out from beneath her soft chin and cascading blonde hair. It was the perfect finishing touch.

Laura Drew was now a complete "femme fatale."

Over her seductive garb she put on her favorite jeans and a tight, black turtleneck sweater. Her necklace would be hidden this way. She reached into her closet for the last time of the evening and pulled from one of its hangers a light, waist length leather jacket.

Sweet, innocent Laura then bounded down the stairs and into the living room, she held her jacket in one hand and her small black pocketbook in the other. In it was a small vial of cheap perfume. She wouldn't put that on until the last minute.

She spotted her father sitting in his large easy chair. He sipped a tall glass of beer and read the evening newspaper. He was the "All-American Father" alright! And in the insurance business to boot!

"Hey!" he said as he looked up from the sports page. "How's my little princess? So you're going bowling tonight with Kim, eh? Betcha every boy in the place winks at you!"

Laura sat on the arm of the chair and gently pushed her father's shoulder. "Oh yeah!" she said smiling. "Every boy. Right! I wish!"

Mr. Drew, seller of countless "pieces of the rock," laughed gleefully and pulled his daughter down to him.

"I'm going to have to fight them off soon, little lady! They'll be coming around and falling all over themselves at your feet! Yes they will! Believe your father!"

Dear Dad was a naive bastard. "His little princess" was going out that night to seduce a man that was his exact age. His princess was a hot harlot!

She pushed away from her father and managed to stand up. "Stop, you! Stop! Ha, ha!"

Mrs. Drew poked her head into the living room, smiled and announced that supper was "on the table." She liked seeing Laura and her husband being so affectionate to each other. She had sensed a slight change in Laura's behavior as if she were growing up too fast. Her vague concerns were dispelled by the child-like manner in which she behaved with her father. If Mrs. Drew had only known what "child-like Laura" wore beneath her teenage garb she would faint and when she had revived consciousness seriously consider sending her daughter to a nunnery!

As they sat down to the modest fare, the little family laughed and enjoyed each other's company. They seemed to be completely open to each other. Their communication flowed easily and spontaneously.

Mrs. Drew spoke of the neighbor the three of them had mutually agreed upon to be a phony bore, Mr. Drew spoke of a funny incident he had had with a client who wanted to buy "death insurance" instead of life insurance and Laura spoke of one of her teachers who tried to behave in a grave manner but only struck everyone around him as just plain silly.

Nothing about the scene portended what dear Laura was about to do that very night.