Chapter 4
Nora had a wild year after being raped by Don that hot, sweaty afternoon. It was as if his brutal attack and her resulting shame had unleashed some savage and violent passion inside of her.
She turned completely around, allowing her studies to fall off completely, while she roamed the streets to late hours of the night, in search of what, she truly did not know.
Perhaps it was a sort of penance that she was doing, some sort of self-inflicted punishment for having tempted Don into her room. While consciously she did not feel in any way responsible, inside, deep down, in some way she felt a harsh and painful guilt, that only more degradation could satisfy.
She was extremely lucky in all that time that she did not get pregnant, for she had many, many men and boys. She gave herself freely to almost anyone that wanted her, as if she could only burn her sense of guilt away, by becoming utterly shameless.
Her mother worried and fretted over her, but she was like a demon, refusing to listen to anything, not even advice on how to protect herself. She threw herself into a world of sex with complete and total abandon.
Half the time, she did not even know the name of the man she was in bed with. Most of the time, it did not matter. She found herself drawn into a web of casual sex and often groups of two or more men would have her.
After nearly a year, she was little more than a whore, worse, since she of course, charged nothing for the cruel use of her flesh. She was utterly degraded by then, but had fallen so deeply into the pit of self-humiliation, that she did not know how to climb out again.
Jake Wesley saved her. If it had not been for him coming to Mike Parker's party that spring evening, she did not know where or how she might have ended up. Jake was the star football player on the local university's team, and hardly the sort to mingle with a rough hand like Mike Parker.
A friend told him there might be some action over at Mike's house that evening, however and since Jake had nothing going on, he decided to go with his friend to Mike's. Even in the midst of her frenzied state, Nora had been able to tell that the tall, good-looking young man was appalled by the scene.
Kids were drinking and screwing in front of each other, and Jake's eyes took it all in with a sickening glow to them. His lip was turned up in a grim snarl of distaste and he was about to leave when he noticed Nora in the corner, being pawed by two boys.
They had grown up together as neighbors and even though Jake was older, they had been at least casual friends. When he saw her, he crossed the room quickly and grabbed hold of her hand, pushing the other two boys aside.
"Come on, let's take a walk," he snarled.
The two boys glared at him, but did nothing, for he was twice their size. Meekly, the first hint of embarrassment flooding her cheeks, Nora followed Jake out of the house to his car.
"I thought we were going to walk," she said, boldly. She was trying her best to cover her embarrassment through nasty behavior.
"Get in, God damn you," he snarled. "Before I throw you in the car!"
She snorted and climbed into the passenger's side, while he quickly stepped around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. He gunned the engine and took off from the curb, as if fleeing the house they had just left.
He was almost muttering to himself as he drove, glancing at her now and then with a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes. She avoiding gazing back at him, because, for the first time in months, she was feeling truly sick with herself.
"How can you do that, how can you?" he growled. "How can you debase yourself like that, Nora, just tell me that."
"What's it to you?" she sneered, fighting to keep the quiver out of her voice. "What do you care, big jock on campus?"
He pulled the car off on a side road and drove it quickly to a small overlook that peered down to a valley at the foot of the town. He shut the engine off and turned, gazing at her intently.
"I care about you, Nora," he hissed savagely. "I care what happens to you!"
She laughed cruelly. "Sure you care," she snorted. "You care so much, you got me out of there and here alone, so you could have me all to yourself!"
"Don't say that, damn you," he snarled. "Don't think that way for once!"
She unbuttoned her blouse quickly and bared her large, ripe chest to him. Her nipples were thick and erect with the chill of the night air and she cupped each globe in her palm and lifted it to him.
"Come on, big boy," she cackled. "I know this is what you want, come and get it!"
He slapped her then, hard, but not savagely. The sting of the blow was less than the shock of it and she gasped, falling back against the seat as he leaned over her. His eyes were blazing with anger as he spoke.
"You think I need to go hunting for girls, Nora," he snarled. "Even if I did, I wouldn't go looking for a pig-like slut, which is what you've turned into!"
The sickness bubbled up in her throat then, and she pushed frantically on the door handle, falling half out of the car when it came open, and vomiting uncontrollably as he held her by the arms.
"You stupid fool, you little idiot," he was snarling. "You could be decent and respected, look at yourself, just look at yourself!"
She gagged as the vile fluid ripped upward from her belly, and the pain of her retching was nothing compared to the roaring in her temples. She had had little to drink that night, and she knew very well that her violent attack was brought upon not by the liquor she had consumed, but her own self-disgust.
She shuddered as the spasms of sickness subsided and he gently drew her back into the car. She was crying uncontrollably as he handed her a handkerchief to clean her face, and then a can of soda to wash out her mouth.
He sat behind the wheel, his eyes turned away from her, staring intently out into the dark, black sky. She could feel the tension coming off of him and her own sense of guilt and embarrassment were almost unbearable.
"Please ... please say something, Jake," she moaned quietly. "I ... I can't stand this silence, I just can't!"
He turned and glared at her. "What the hell happened to you?" he hissed. "I remember you as a good, decent girl, hard-working and clean. What happened to you, Nora, for God's sake, tell me!"
She blurted it out then, sobbing wildly she fell against his shoulders and told him the whole, wretched story. He held her tightly in his embrace and cooed softly against her hair as she revealed what had been done to her. For her, it was like a moment of being completely washed clean. All the sick, twisted moments of her past came rushing out of her mind and body, leaving her empty, and finally relieved of all guilt.
Jake sat there, his body molded into hers, holding her fiercely as she slowly regained her composure. She could feel his strong arms around her, making her safe and secure, and for the first time, she felt at peace.
"You've been crazy, Nora, just crazy," he whispered tenderly. "But you don't have to be crazy any more, I promise you."
"I've been lucky, too," she laughed bitterly. "I just got my period, so I guess I escaped that much trouble!"
He chuckled warmly and patted her shoulder tenderly. He pushed her away from him, then and smiled affectionately. "Listen, there's a good bill playing at the drive-in. What do you say we catch it?" he asked.
"Why, Mister Wesley, I'd love it," she laughed, softly.
Neither one of them could ever remember what the movies were really about, for they spent the entire time talking feverishly to each other. They were lucky they weren't in a theater, for they both would have been thrown out, they realized.
As they exchanged their dreams and feelings about things, Nora felt drawn to Jake as she had never been drawn to someone before in her life. For the first time, the sensations she felt upon being touched or gently caressed were not foul and sickening to her, but enticing and sweet.
The sensations she felt tingling in her loins were pure and clean, she knew, and she found herself yearning for more than a casual brush of his fingertips along her shoulder when he made a point. She found herself wanting much, much more from him, indeed!
It was nearly one in the morning when he finally brought her home. Her mother had had to work a late shift that evening, and she knew the woman would not be home before morning. Fighting the urge to drag him into the house, and casually asked him if he would like to come in for a beer.
His eyes narrowed. "I didn't take you out for that, Nora," he whispered intently. "You don't owe me anything in exchange for an evening on the town."
She laughed, softly. "Ohh, stop it, Jake," she muttered impatiently. "I know that. I just like your company, okay?"
Grimly he nodded, shutting off the engine to the car. "As long as you remember that," he whispered. "I like you, Nora, but I don't expect you."
She laughed again and led him into the house. They went to the living room and she disappeared into the kitchen, returning quickly with two foamy cans of beer. She handed one to him, and indicated with a pat of her hand, that he should join her on the big, soft comfortable sofa.
He sat uncomfortably, which she found endearing, and it was obvious to her, that he was very nervous in her presence. She toyed with the idea of suddenly grabbing hold of him and kissing him savagely but immediately put it aside.
"You know, Jake," she murmured softly, inching a bit closer to him on the sofa. "I really don't know what would have happened to me, if you hadn't come along to jar me out of myself."
"Ohh, I think you would have done that in your own good time," he said stiffly. "After all, you're an intelligent girl, Nora."
Her thigh was pressed lightly against his leg, now, and she could feel his limb trembling a bit through the material of her dress. She leaned back against the sofa and affectionately toyed with the hair at the back of his head.
"I think you're wonderful, Jake," she whispered urgently. "I think you're about the most wonderful person I ever met."
He laughed, shaking his head slowly. "That's crazy, Nora," he sighed. "You're just happy to get out of that mess, that's all."
"No, no that isn't true," she murmured, curling her fingers around his neck and turning his head to face her. "I know it isn't true, Jake, I've always had something deep in me for you."
He bit his lower lip and held it between his teeth for a moment, almost, it appeared, to keep it from trembling. His breathing had become more labored and forced, with something more than mere desire, Nora suspected, or hoped.
"Damn you," he whispered harshly. "Damn you for being so wonderful and perfect! Damn you for being the one person I would want!"
She shut her eyes, shaking her head as the tears brimmed behind her eyelids. "Ohh, God, Jake, if you knew how that sounded to me," she moaned. "If you only knew how wonderful those words sounded to my ears!"
He groaned, falling forward, almost crashing into her. His hands were on either side of her head, then and his lips just inches from hers. They were staring deeply into each other's eyes, hers wet with tears, his blazing with intensity.
Her soft, moist mouth moved to speak and he shook his head. "Please, I don't know if I can take it," he moaned. "I just don't, Nora."
She sobbed, shaking her head angrily. "Ohh, Jesus, Jake, will you just kiss me," she hissed. "Kiss me, damn you, like I want you to! Like we both want to!"
She groaned softly as his mouth covered hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His lips were quivering with excitement against her warm, sensual petals, but he made no move to increase the force or the passion of his actions.
She sobbed thickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth greedily to her own. He shuddered as she began to kiss him almost savagely, driving her tongue insistently against his teeth to pry them apart.
He gasped as he felt the urgent, pink spear slashing at his teeth, and her soft, luscious petals moving hungrily over his own. She sobbed and clutched tighter, mashing her full-breasted body against his, passionately.
"Ohh, God, take me, Jake," she moaned thickly. "Ummm, I want to feel you, feel your hands and body all over mine! Kiss me, take me, Jake, now!"
He shuddered, parting his teeth and feeling the delightful sensation of her tongue slithering between them in search of his own, thick spear. She quickly entwined her slashing arrow around his tongue and mashed her mouth against his cruelly.
Her hands flew over his shoulders and chest, pulling on the buttons to his shirt and tugging the folds of it out of his trousers. Never before had anyone wanted him this much, and she could tell that the effect she had on him was powerful and compelling indeed.
His body shook with wanting as she ran the smooth, warm palm of her hand over his chest. She reached behind her back with her other hand and he heard the soft, enticing hiss of her zipper being drawn down her spine.
He felt her dress, tense with the pressure of her large, quaking breasts coming free at her back. "Take it, darling, ohhh, Jake, take it off me," she moaned.
He pulled on the sleeves to the dress and drew it down along the length of her supple arms. She shivered violently once more as her breasts, unhampered by a bra, were at last revealed to him.
He gasped as he gazed at the soft, round globes, the nipples taut and erect with the surging excitement that was tearing through her flesh. He dropped his hand to the tops of her luscious spheres and kneaded one firm, ripe mound, gently.
She shivered as she felt his fingers digging into her moist, warm flesh. The way his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and squeezing her luscious melons made her flesh tingle with a compelling demand.
Her flesh was damp and throbbing with warmth. Her nipples seemed to tingle with electricity as he brushed his palm across them. He could hear her breathing, labored and forced, ringing in his ears, and feel her hot, steaming breath bursting from her nostrils against his cheek.
Greedily, she tore at this belt buckle and trousers. She pulled frantically on his zipper, riding it down as quickly as she possibly could, until she could dig her hand inside of his pants and search, anxiously for the thick, hard shaft that lay behind the clothing.
"Ohh, Jesus, God, Nora, yes," Jake gasped, thickly. He shuddered violently as she squeezed his rod hard in her fist, pulling it out from behind his trousers. She held the pulsating shaft lightly in her hand, then, kneading and squeezing it with a rhythmic, controlled contraction of her supple fingers.
She could feel the surging power roaring through his meat, pounding as the fevered blood rapidly filled his aching tool. The young man swayed spasmodically on the sofa, groaning as she worked her fingers up and down the length of his quaking prong.
She loved the sensation of it beating rhythmically against her palm, the hot, fevered blood tearing through it, savagely. She moved her fingers up and down along the length of the shaft, pinching and teasing the throbbing meat in a wicked manner.
Lovingly, she pinched the fat, hard head between her thumb and forefinger, and he nearly leaped from the sofa in response. The aching, tortured delight of her caress left him breathless and weak, his prick quaking with a violent fury more intense and demanding than anything he had ever felt in his life.
"Ooh, it's so big and hard," she giggled softly. "Ummm, I love feeling it in my hand, Jake, I really, really love it!"
He groaned in pleasure, twisting and turning violently as she rubbed the burning helmet of his tool with the soft base of her thumb, then turned her nail and gently sliced it across the surface of his greedy rod.
The pleasure that was surging in his loins was unbelievable to the young man. His own hands were no longer hesitant, but slithered down her body, greedily and began to force the dress away from her.
She sighed, contentedly, eagerly lifting her buttocks from the bed and he was almost frenzied, then, as he pushed the dress down over her hips and thighs, allowing it to fall, silently to the floor.
She giggled as he gazed down at her crotch, covered only by a pair of sheer, pink panties, now. Her cunt was a dark, pulsating outline against the color of the fabric and he could see the dampness of her passion seeping through the material of the garment.
"God ... you're ... you're lovely," he groaned. He shook his head and shut his eyes, as if he could not bear to look upon her loveliness for very long. "Just beautiful, Nora, just beautiful!"
She laughed softly and hooked the fingers of her free hand in the waist band of her panties at the base of her spine. "I want you to see all of me, Jake," she murmured softly, as she rose up from the cushions of the sofa. "Every bit of me, I want to show you, now!"
Quickly she slithered the panties down over her hips and thighs and kicked her legs, sending them down to join the dress on the floor. He gasped in delight and hunger, as he saw her mound, then, naked and glistening with her love juice, the thick, silken hair of her loins, matted by dampness to her luscious hillock.
Achingly, his hand stretched out to caress her. She gasped as she felt his fingers slithering through her cunt hair, rolling and turning the strands around the probing digits. She moaned softly, swaying from left to right as he caressed her, her body more on fire than ever before, now.
She groaned as Jake massaged the wet, damp hillock that was her luscious cunt. She felt his fingertips rubbing briskly across her pussy lips, flicking them from left to right, sending harsh, thrilling waves of ecstasy tearing through her luscious tunnel to explode in the depths of her cave.
"Ohh, Jake, Jake, yes, yes," she sobbed, opening and closing her thighs spasmodically against his kneading fingers. "Ummm, there, my love, darling there, yes, there!"
His thumb brushed gently against the twitching nugget of her clit and she nearly screamed in delight, suddenly thrusting her cunt hard against his hand. She nodded her head and squeezed his tool tighter in her fist, pumping her hand up and down on the rod with a brisk, measured stroke.
Months of having men had taught her how to stimulate them, and she knew just exactly what to do to him to bring him to a point of near agony in his passion. She twisted and turned her fingers around his cock, slicing her nails through his flesh and squeezing it as hard as she dared.
From the way the fevered blood was racing through the prong, she could tell that in a very short time, he would be writhing in pleasure, totally unable to do anything more than enjoy the pleasure she was creating in his flesh.
Her mouth crushed hungrily at his and she hissed at him through her trembling petals. "God, Jake, you make me feel so good, I want you so badly," she gasped. "I'm yours, darling, all yours, I want only to please you, now!"
Jake Wesley leaned heavily against the back of the sofa, his thighs quaking as if they were frozen to the bone, his cock pounding with a savagery he could not believe. As her hand drove up and down the length of his palm, he felt her slithering her other one around and under his taut, hairy ball bag.
Tenderly, she cupped her fingers beneath the pulsating sack and closed them gently around the hard, hot container. He moaned thickly as he felt her fingers massaging his balls, rolling them back and forth against the soothing warm of her sensual digits.
Her passion for him was increasing rapidly as the young woman kneaded his balls and powered her fingers along the length of his tool. She loved the sensation of his come and blood churning in the taut, hot bag, and the way the boiling, fluid tore savagely through his pounding manhood.
At her cunt, his fingers were kneading and fingering her wildly, slithering up and down the length of her vaginal cleft, teasing her inner flesh, deliciously. She sobbed and moaned, jerking erotically each time he penetrated her cave with the tips of his searching spears.
Her mouth now began to ride down over his chest in a greedy, kissing fashion. He sobbed as she rolled her tongue over his flesh and lathered the rim of his navel with the tip of her sweet, pink spear.
"God, ohhh, Jesus, honey, Nora, good," he moaned, jerking spasmodically as the young girl drew closer to his groin. "Ahh, baby, baby, there, right there, yes!"
She laughed softly and slithered her moist, stabbing spear through his pubic hair curling it teasingly around the root of his throbbing weapon. Jake shuddered violently as she lathered her way upward along the length of his tool, licking and stabbing at his flesh, hungrily.
He felt her teething nibbling at his hard, pounding weapon and the sheer pleasure of her mouth against his flesh was almost more than he could stand. He groaned wildly, jerking with the harsh, aching need he felt.
Her lips were soft and sensual as she moved them around the rim of his helmet. He felt her darting tongue stabbing at his shaft, lathering his flesh, greedily as she rolled it over the hot, angry surface of his flesh.
Jake shuddered violently as Nora slashed at his aching cock head. He moaned with a rumbling groan of pleasure in his voice and shivered in ecstasy, his whole body consumed with lust as her mouth attended to his flesh.
Hurriedly, he ran two fingers beyond the wet, swollen petals of her cave and buried them deep in her steaming tunnel. She screamed softly with delight as he thrust the seeking prongs into her pit and gently turned them back and forth against the hot, quivering inner walls.
The gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips was thick and tortured as he pushed his fingers deeper into her hot, wet passage. Her cunt muscles kneaded and flexed around the buried spears and she shivered uncontrollably as his gentle caress made her inner walls quake with near agony.
Slowly he began to ride his fingers back and forth inside of her, teasing and massaging the undulating flesh of her inner walls. She sobbed and nodded, moving her mouth rapidly down to the base of his tool once more.
Her tongue sliced through the hair that covered his balls and lashed at the hard, tortured rocks, viciously. He gasped as he felt her lips parting against his throbbing bag, and her tongue suddenly gathering his tortured stones into her warm, moist mouth.
As her lips and teeth locked around his bag, trapping his balls inside, lie groaned with pleasure, the fiery lust seething even hotter in his groin. She could feel the heat of his passion in his flesh, and she laughed in delight, flicking his balls back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her sweet, pink tongue.
She blew a steady current of warm air against his flesh, and the young man shuddered violently under the savage ecstasy she was giving to him. He felt her sucking hard on the stones, bearing down on them with all her power, while still kneading and massaging his prick with her soft, pink hand.
He shuddered violently once more, almost unable to move as she sucked on his balls. "Ohh, Jesus, Jesus, that's so good," he moaned, lurching to the side as she tugged on the bag with her teeth. "So damn good, Nora, yes!"
From the way his flesh was burning harshly, she knew that an orgasm was building rapidly in his groin, and she wanted to do much more before the moment of his release arrived.
Quickly she worked her mouth back up along the pulsating shaft, licking and stabbing with her tongue until she reached the pounding rim of his aching helmet. She locked her teeth against the hot, hard knob and sucked it quickly into her mouth, making Jake nearly scream with delight.
She slid the huge, hot bulb down the taut, moist channel of her throat, and her silken inner walls undulated delightfully against his rod as she buried it deep in the recesses of her velvet tunnel.
She was sucking hungrily on the root of his tool, then, gently twisting and turning her lips around the base of his throbbing weapon. She slowly brought her mouth back up along the pounding spear, and flicked her tongue feverishly at the head of the captured prong.
For Jake Wesley, the ecstasy was so intense, that he did not think he could endure much more of it. Already he could feel the familiar throbbing in his balls, and the pounding in his shaft reaching a point of explosion.
He pushed the girl almost away from him, shuddering violently as her mouth left his fevered tool. "I want you," he hissed, his voice twisted with the seething desire he had for her. "God, Nora, I want you, now!"
She nodded wildly, and lay down along the length of the sofa, spreading her thighs apart, eagerly. "Yes, my strong, hard Jake, take me, now," she sobbed thickly. "Ohh, I need you inside me, Jake, need you inside me right now, please!"
The young man sighed heavily as he drew his body over hers. He felt her hands clutching at his shaft, eagerly guiding it toward the hot, wet entrance to her thundering chamber.
He gasped as his prick head made contact with the wet, slippery opening to her cave. Her pussy muscles fluttered violently against the aching helmet of his shaft and she was pushing, savagely on the rod, then, forcing it inside her luscious pit.
"Now, Jake, fuck me, now," she sobbed, thrusting her cunt up hard against him. "Umm, take me, darling, ohh, take me hard, right now!" Jake groaned as he eased his prick into the taut, gripping passage of her cunt. The first sensation of her muscles locking around the invading prong, eagerly drawing it deeper into her pit, made his loins shudder with unbelievable delight.
He shuddered violently as before and wedged himself tighter against her thighs, rocking gently back and forth as he pushed his cock along the hot, slippery path of her lovely inner sleeve.
The young girl sighed with a contented bliss as she felt Jake's tool filling her channel completely. Never before had a cock felt so wonderful inside of her, never before had she been so thrilled by one beating against her inner flesh.
"Now, darling, yes, right now," she murmured as he buried his weapon to the hilt inside of her. "Ummm, good, Jake, it feels so very, very good!"
The young man was almost beside himself with pleasure by this time. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her tightly to him, feeling the undulating warmth of her spongy cheeks quivering against his palms.
Greedily he began to ride his shaft in and out of her pit, rolling and turning with every stroke that he took. She followed his rise and fall perfectly, and soon they were matched in rhythm and pace as their passion grew more fierce and consuming in their aching loins.
Harder and faster the young man drove his tool into her. Each stroke became more frenzied than the last, each thrust more violent and demanding. She felt his hard, thick prong tearing into her cunt relentlessly, and the overwhelming delight of him fucking her, made her weep with pleasure and joy.
Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding meat into the depths of her tunnel. Her cunt walls fluttered and quaked around the plunging shaft, and her muscles kneaded him savagely. She tossed her lovely head from left to right on the mattress, and the sweat of her passion poured from her body.
He could feel the rumbling of release building swiftly in the depths of her cave, then. Her cunt was locking tightly around his tool, squeezing it almost to a degree of savage pain. He knew that she would soon be writhing in the grip of a climax, and he slammed into her with all his power and force to urge it on.
The young girl shuddered as she felt her release bursting free inside of her. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the tool, holding it deep in the pit of her cave and thrust herself upward, grinding her belly against his, savagely.
"Ohh, Jake, yes, I'm going to come," she moaned wildly. "I'm going to come so good, so very good, right now!"
She began to thrash uncontrollably beneath him, then, and he felt the steaming, thick wave of her orgasm washing over his rod, as he buried it again inside of her. She shuddered and quaked, kneading his flesh, urgently with her muscles, her lips pressed hungrily to his shoulders.
In his groin, the demand of his own passion was seething to a point of explosion. He rammed his cock in and out of her wildly, then, unable to control his lust any longer as it roared in his groin.
Harder and faster he tore into her pit. Each stroke was more violent and savage than the last, and the steaming fluid that churned in his balls finally exploded in his sack and tore through his rod, viciously.
The hot, thick bursts of come began to spurt from his tool and he screamed wildly with pleasure as he pumped his seed into her. "God, I'm coming, Jesus, so good," he moaned. "Yes, Nora, ohhh, baby, coming in you so good, now, yes!"
She began to cry in pleasure and joy as she felt his throbbing tool spurting his come into her cave. She locked her arms and legs around him and swayed back and forth, enjoying every pulsating thrill that rumbled inside of her cave.
For her, the moment was one so complete and fulfilling, that she felt she might never need to climax again. She merely shivered and groaned, enjoying every single tremor that rippled through them.
How could anything be bad after this, she was thinking. How could such a lovely, wonderful sensation, with such a kind, gentle man result in anything but the purest of pleasures and satisfactions?
A month later she found out that she was pregnant.