Chapter 6

The next afternoon Lew paused before Professor Lucretia Slade's office door in Hurlburd Hall. He was still somewhat aglow, understandably flushed with his surprise success in seducing her. His natural inclination had been to see her again right away and it was with more than a little reluctance that he had allowed Wedge to go in his stead.

"Well, what will you tell her?" Lew had asked. "I'll tell her you couldn't make it," Wedge had said, shrugging, his face inscrutable. "What'll you do."

"Play it by ear."

While Lew knew full well which of life's melodies Wedge's ear was attuned to, he privately did not think, that the man had a chance. The idea of his calling on her out of the blue like that and expecting to lay her for Chris'sake was ludicrous. No, the lady had obviously enjoyed their lusty mutually unexpected screw in the basement and would just as obviously want more.

Lew had looked around for Wedge at different times during the day, hoping to hear at least one version of what had happened but his advisor had been nowhere to be found. One could only assume that the man had failed so miserably that he now hid his carcass in shame. And knowing this, Lew did not have to hear a version from him of what had happened. At times in life one must act on presumptions, intuitions . . . He paused outside Lucy's office door, listening for sounds from within. He had on the tip of his tongue several offhand, knowing remarks about Wedge's being an unfortunate nuisance, any one of which might serve both to indirectly ask forgiveness for having subjected her to the man's designs and to ingratiate himself. He knocked on the door. "Come in."

He regarded her from just inside the door. Her hair, so attractively free-flowing when he'd last seen her was now done up in a bun. She looked severe and somewhat tired, careworn. She had none of her grand self-possession which had so unnerved him.

"Close the door," she said, frowning quizzically.

He did, and as he walked over to the desk, said, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night."

She looked at him from narrowed eyes as he approached and then her lips played into a thin smile-a smile that could have meant anything -and she said, "Not nearly so sorry as you ought to be."

She arose and closed a desk drawer.

"I wish I could have avoided sending Wedge," he said. "But he offered and there didn't seem to be any way I could really ..."

But she approached him from around the corner of the desk, smiling a bit more surely now, and he halted mid-sentence. From the way she approached he divined that she expected an embrace. Perhaps his explanation was unnecessary, superfluous. He held out his arms.

Her nostrils suddenly flared and that took him by surprise. He did not see her foot leave the ground and became aware that it had left the ground only on impact: the square toe of her high-heeled shoe caught him squarely in the testicles.

The sharp, sudden stabbing pain in the groin led as immediately to nausea, to a constriction in the throat, to a blurring of the vision. He flailed an arm out as he doubled up-but it was impossible to tell if he intended to strike her or merely to hang onto her, because she stepped back out of reach. He couldn't ask "why?" He couldn't see beyond the blur.

She looked on coldly, expressionlessly even, as he flailed, doubled up, and fell to the floor. She gathered her books, turned off the light, and left him there on the floor, retching.

As she left the building she smiled again, a briefly flashed intensely private smile of satisfaction.

That night Wedge sat on a barstool in a dimly lit bar several miles from campus. He gave each new patron a careful once-over and then returned to his drink. When three sailors, already just a bit unsteady on their feet, stumbled in and took seats at a booth in a corner, Wedge waited until they'd been served and then finished off his own drink. He passed their table on the way to the John and sized them up with a bit more care. His glance first settled on the one who was thick-set and bald, a man who had obviously lifted weights at some time in his life; his eye passed quickly over the one in the middle, who was rather ordinary if ungainly, and settled on the smallest of the three, settled to be exact on his paunch, which was large for so young a man. The good professor dawdled in the John, wondering what the hell he was going to say-after all, this was a new line of work for him, and was hopefully one he'd never engage in again.

He reasoned that they were sailors, that they had come ashore knowing what they wanted and had come to this section of town expecting to find it and he decided that the best approach was to be direct.

"You boys interested in seeing a little action tonight?" he asked, as soon as all three focused their eyes on him once he'd positioned himself squarely in front of their table so that they had little choice but to look at him.

"What kind of action you got in mind?" asked the big one whose name turned out to be Al.

Knowing that he didn't look the part he was playing this evening, that their immediate suspicion might be that he was a homosexual, Wedge immediately pulled some pictures out of his pocket and plopped them on the table in front of the three. He then sat down; big Al scooted over for him as he reached for the Polaroid photos. "That's the broad," he said. "All you have to do is decide if you can get it up for her."

"I don't know," Al said, scrutinizing the first of the stack of pictures with a wary eye and passing it to the lanky lad next to him, who almost tipped his glass over as he reached. "What do you think, Jim? Could you get it on for this slut?"

"Nice tits," Jim said, yawning.

Squinting, Al looked through the pictures, passing each one on to his pals. He pursed his lips as he stared at the last one-a rearview of Lucy's freshly-fucked snatch-and said, "What do you think, Piggy?"

"She's fucking a hippie!" Piggy exclaimed, referring, evidently, to Lew's long hair.

"She's throwing him a mean one, though," Jim said, his interest in women becoming somewhat less casual as he progressed through the series of snapshots.

"Has she got a tight twat?" Piggy asked. "I don't want no goddamn bag of air."

"She gives your pecker one of those squeezes of hers," Wedge said, "and you'll see stars."

"Last one I fucked was a black bitch," Piggy said. "It was like fucking thin air. Took me all day to get it off."

"When was that, Piggy?" Al asked, winking.

"That little thing you got," Jim said. "You may never find a woman tight enough."

"Now, that ain't so," Piggy huffed. "I had plenty."

"What's she go for?" Al asked.

This caught Wedge off guard. He didn't really know what the asking price was; everything he knew about whores he got from the newspaper. "Uh, for boys in uniform," he said, "she'll go for twenty." He quickly added, "Twenty each," thinking that this was a little low for Lucy, but on the other hand not wanting to price her out of range.

"There's three of us," Al said.

"All night for twenty?" Jim asked.

"No one shot" Wedge said. "If you all three want a go at her we could made it forty-five."

"Hell, I'm game-at these bargain basement prices," Al said. "You're not going to pass some other bitch off on us, are ya?"

"No."

"Hey, when was these pictures taken, anyway?" Piggy asked. "Five years ago."

"Two nights ago," Wedge said. "I'm in," Piggy said.

"Me too," Jim said. "In like Flynn."

Lucy couldn't believe her ears when Wedge spoke to her over the phone. Her mind went numb with outrage-she could have sworn capillaries were popping inside her brain-but she said nothing, did not argue, which was a blessing Wedge did not expect. She suppressed her outrage because Samantha was with her and she didn't want to give anything away. She asked Sam to leave, kindly but firmly, saying that she had to be alone in order to think. Sam dressed and left in a huff, and as her parting shot said, "Who was that on the phone anyway? Some big he-man lover?"

Lucy sat down to think. She still hadn't managed to fully collect her wits after Wedge's abuse of her the night before, and now she had to do so at once. Did she really want this job? She wanted it very much, of course, and somehow Wedge had divined that but did she want it enough to endure two weeks of abuse at that demented man's hands? Did she want it enough to abandon all of her principles?

No, she didn't. Not at the cost of her self-respect. The price simply wasn't worth it. The answer had to be no. She sat down at once to write out her resignation. She made it short and sweet: "Due to personal reasons I resign my job as of the end of the present school year."

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, but she wiped them away. She had to be firm.

Having taken a very circuitous route to Lucy's house, Wedge collected, almost as an afterthought, the money from the men. He didn't want them to be able to find Lucy's house again, and had turned enough corners to ensure they hadn't noticed what street they were on.

"Okay, now," he said. "The thing about this bitch is sometimes she likes it a little rough. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh, I suppose," Al said, grinning a bit. "What's the goddamn clue whether we're supposed to get rough or not?" He sneered just a little, not knowing what Wedge's game was.

"You'll know. She'll pretend that she doesn't know why you came, or she'll claim she doesn't want to give you a lay. You know the routine."

"Yeah," Al said.

"Sock her one, if you have to."

"Hey!" Piggy said frowning "how we know this isn't just some housewife or something?"

"You saw the pictures, didn't you?" Wedge asked. "A housewife pose like that?"

"Not my old lady," Jim said.

"You bought an hour with her. Don't take any shit off her."

"I don't take any shit off anyone," Al said.

The knock on her front door came shortly before midnight and Lucy had been sitting in total stillness for twenty minutes, waiting. Her decision made her goals forsaken, she was even at peace with herself, and thus when she did not immediately respond to the knock it was more from lethargy than fright. It sounded again, this time an insistent banging which shook the frame of the house.

She looked through the window. There were three of them, sailors. She had expected neither three men nor that they would be sailors. The first sudden tremor of fright shot through her, but she had out-cooled more than one sailor in her life. She knew better than to open the door just a crack, which would have revealed fright, so she opened it halfway and stood behind the locked screen. She very nearly snarled as she asked, "What do you want?"

"One guess," Al said. "Open up."

"No," Lucy said. "If you don't go away at once, I am going to call the police."

"My friggin ass, you will!" Al barked.

Lucy ducked. She had to duck to avoid being hit in the face as the burly man straight-armed the screen, punching through it with his open palm. Lucy tried slamming the door, but was a second too late. His hand, his whole arm was already inside and he simply gave the door a shove, throwing her slightly off-balance.

Lucy took off at a run, aiming for the back door, but Al unlocked the screen on his back-swing and, more agile than he looked, caught her by her flowing hair before she left the living room. Yanked backwards, she swirled, clawing at his eyes with her nails. But he batted her hand away and slapped her, twice, to-and-fro, across the face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed a loud shrill scream, but she emitted sound no more than a few split seconds before a handkerchief was stuffed into her mouth. Al waved his hand and an aghast Piggy, eyes wide with confusion, handed him another, which he wrapped around and tied behind her head to hold the gag in place.

"Jesus, I didn't quite expect this," Piggy said.

"Aw, she digs it," Al said. "This is how some women get their kicks."

Al held her hands in front of her-she tried to scratch, but he gripped her wrists firmly and asked the others to help undress her. Jim unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra, then shoved both forward over the squirming woman's shoulders which bared her to the waist, her tits wobbling nakedly, her nipples elongating of their own accord.

Al let go of her wrists but grabbed her again so quickly that she didn't have a chance to move, gripping her upper arms and digging his thumbs harshly into the pressure points beneath her armpits, numbing her nerves for the moment and allowing Jim to pull her dress and then her panties down to the floor. Before they had a chance to look her over Al lunged into her stomach with his shoulder, temporarily knocking the wind from her as he picked her up and carried her on his shoulder into her bedroom. He dipped his shoulder and lunged again, tossing her frail-by-comparison body onto the bed. Her ass hit the middle and her torso flopped back so that she lay flat-out.

Dazed and out of breath, Lucy was scared enough to pee on the spot. But she was not at all confused! She knew that whatever she did to resist, she would get back double-these men might kill her! When they talked about her, the tones in their voices made her stomach churn.

"Look at them tits," Al said. "Can't wait to sink my teeth into out of them beauts!"

"Damned fuckable," Jim said.

"Look at her snatch," Piggy said, eyeing it as she lay with her legs parted.

All three had begun ripping at their clothes. Lucy managed to focus her eyes to see that their pricks were already hardened. All were long solid weapons, but Al's stood out as the most massive of the three.

In spite of her fear and in spite of knowing better, all her senses cried, "Run!" She bolted. She got to the edge of the bed and had one foot on the floor even before big Al backhanded her to send her, mouth numb and mind half-insensible, back to the middle of the bed.

Jim was the first out of his clothes. He jumped onto the bed beside her and clutched her tit. "Oh, shit!" he cried, squeezing her numb with his awkward fingers while he pinched her nipple with his other hand. The others quickly joined him, Al, true to threat, sinking his teeth into one of her delicate spheres and then, holding his lips well back, sucking as much of her pliant breast as possible into his mouth, with his molars roughing up half her breast as he watched her eyes begin to water and her voice box work in vain, her groans muffled in her gag.

Jim's finger had found her cunt and begun worrying her clitoris when Piggy jumped onto the bed, heaved his bulk between her thighs so that she couldn't close them, and peered closely at her snatch. Pinching her lips apart he was able to inspect her pink interior folds, which had not begun to juice. Abruptly, he thrust a fat finger into her uncooperative vagina, gouging cruelly.

"She's got a nice tight one," he said. "Jesus, I never felt such a tight twat!"

Lucy squirmed, grinding her ass into the bed and then pumping her thighs as she tried to free herself from the finger hooking into her but if she could have seen his eyes she would have known that her gyrations only served to enflame Piggy. He stuck a second fat finger in alongside the first, twisting and thrusting at the folds of her cunt.

"I guess Piggy wants cunt," Al said to Jim, their heads together as they chewed at her chest. "How do you want yours?"

"Cunt for me," Jim said.

"I think I'm gonna take her asshole," Al said. "She's not a bad bitch-she might have a nice one."

Lucy groaned at the thought, but Al was obviously taking his first, and with six hands and strong arms they had little trouble turning the frantically squirming woman over onto her stomach. The other two held her still as Al spread her fleshy buttocks apart and began to taunt her tightly puckered anus.

"Have either of you ever seen an asshole like that?" he asked his cohorts, grinning broadly. "Not a fucking hair on it . . . just made for old Al."

"Are you really gonna fuck her inna ass!" Piggy asked, excitedly. "Christ almighty!"

In choking dread, Lucy felt his hands ply her soft, quivering cheeks, drawing them farther apart. Her whole rectal passage still sore from Wedge's abuse of it the night before, her heart did flip-flops . . . would she ever endure? She tried to hold her hind cheeks together by tensing the smooth, ivory spheres, but it was useless. The very lust which had filled their eyes made her feel all the more vulnerable and naked, and as Al pried at her ass as if to split her at the seam she could feel cool air at her hotly perspiring crack. Tears had begun to wet her cheeks and she heard Piggy gasp as a finger probed at her tiny rubbery opening, a sickeningly sharp pain followed as Al wormed his finger in to the first knuckle. Automatically, her muscles fought and she gripped his finger tightly with her nether hole.

Al laughed. "Look at that little asshole work, will ya?"

"Hurry up!" Jim said. "I'm about ta bust my nuts just waitin'."

"Patience, Jimmo," Al said, tauntingly, "we're gonna fuck this bitch 'til she's got it coming out her ears."

Abruptly, Lucy was unable to resist, not having gotten her strength back into her anus from Wedge's brutal use of it, and she felt her sphincter suddenly give way.

"Hah!" Al chortled as his thick finger buried itself to the hilt in her soft, rubbery channel, causing her to grunt in pain from deep in her chest, while he routed and seesawed in and out her helplessly exposed, unresisting anus. He rolled onto her and slowly drew the huge head of his cock up through her opened cunt-lips. She jerked at the soft contact, her muscles tensing as he laid the entire length of his shaft into the crevice of her ass-which he held widely spread with his thumbs-its tip poised at her snug throbbing little bunghole. She froze in terror as he levered himself to his elbows and moved his hips forward, guiding the head of his cock directly to the flexing, cringing little hole.

She made a feeble attempt to resist, flexing her sore sphincter several times in vain as she thought, No! he'll never . . . not without cold cream or . . . and her tight-shut eyes opened wide as Al's shaft popped suddenly through her weak anus with splitting pain. Her tiny orifice stretched obscenely to slip like a glove over the probing tip of his huge cock. The pain was like fire . . . cold cream, she thought, deep in her blazing mind.

Al grinned triumphantly at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying most of the fleshy rod in the soft velvet of her hapless rectum. Her scream choked in her gagged throat as her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her more deeply, because with each buck and lurch of her tortured body, Al's stiffness skewered all the more her fevered rectum.

"Turn her over," Jim said.

Lie still! I must lie still! Lucy told herself, knowing that her own writhing only increased her torment. But so raw had Wedge left the skin within her back passage that her gyrations were involuntary and impossible to stop.

Al brought her to her knees preparatory to turning her over and, with her knees widespread, he was able to sink his shaft even wore deeply into her agonized hole. His hands held her hips with numbing pressure as he pummeled into her with longer, smoother strokes, while she writhed and jerked in one constant spasm, her gag wet with tears, only dimly aware of his bloated testicles slapping with each stroke the spread folds of her pussy.

"Goddamn it, Al, turn her over!" Jim said, all the more turned on by the sight of the thin pink ridges of flesh pulled from her rectum with each outstroke of his friend's massive prick.

Al squeezed her hips tightly and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top of himself. He lay flat out beneath her, holding her back tight against his stomach and chest. His legs were spread and hers were spread outside his, spread obscenely with his massive cock buried to the hilt in her bowels: she was helplessly impaled as though on a stake.

Jim crawled on top of her and grasped his stiffly twitching cock and centered it on the stretched channel of her open twat. He lunged, but barely entered her: she was dry. Not at a loss, he drew back on his elbow, collected a huge gob of spit on his fingers and rubbed it on the end of his shaft. Lucy grunted through her nose as his prick slithered halfway into her. He gave her several rapid and smooth half-strokes and then rammed smoothly into her until his balls smacked tightly against the spread asscheeks and the other cock-and she realized, incredulous through her tears, that her pussy had begun to lubricate itself at the first touch of a stiff prick! Where she had until that moment been merely a victim, now she felt the shame of her own debasement, and whimpered anew at the agony of this knowledge as she was caught between these two evil lust-crazed sailors whose massive pricks doubly impaled her tender, unwilling body. Only the slightest wall of tissue separated the prick in her cunt from that in her ass.

Piggy watched in a half-dazed state, stroking his own aching cock as Jim began fucking her hot, moist cunt with quiet fury, while Al's powerful loins thrust up and down with enough force to lift the other two right off the bed with each stroke-crazy, mean strokes they were, plundering her ass. The two men fell into a rhythmic cadence, buffeting her between them, the dually-fucked bitch lying limply between them like a goddamn rubber doll, moaning continuously through her nose as if she had half begun to enjoy this outrage at her privates.

His face but a few inches from the thick ramming pricks, his lust-glazed eyes stared excitedly at the long hammering cocks both wet now with Lucy's cuntal secretions, her gushing lubricant having dripped down onto Al's cock. He watched the ragged vermilion edges of her twat being pulled out with Jim's prick on his backstroke and disappearing back inside as he plunged into her depths; and a similar sight took his eye with Al's cock sucking down out of her, tugging the ridges of her clasping rectum with it before sloshing fluidly up until his goddamn nuts were wedged into the cleft of her buttocks. Christ, Piggy thought that if he didn't get in on the act, he was going to shoot-off on the spot!

"I want her to suck me off!" he cried.

"Sure," Al said. "If she bites we'll strangle her." And he began to untie her gag. Piggy piled two pillows by their heads to raise him up and then pulled the second handkerchief out of her mouth.

Lucy flexed her tongue to make sure it was all right and then shut her eyes again. Shamed and aching, her head was flattened between their chests while Al clawed savagely at her tits from beneath. She felt only a great heat splitting her loins as two great holes were being pile-driven between her legs. She worked her mouth voicelessly.

Suddenly, she felt a hand entwining in her hair, then brutally yanking her head to one side. There were fingers at her lips and then a stiff velvety substance and the smell of a man who hadn't bathed in a few days; when she opened her eyes she saw Piggy's fat dick staring back with its one purplish eye. She held her mouth clamped tight, but when he pinched her nose with some harshness she saw the folly of resisting at all at this point and she allowed him to open her mouth with his fingers and slide the length of his cock into her acquiescent cavern. She was aware of it sliding up her tongue and probing into the back of her throat, filling her mouth with its paradoxical hard velvet. Piggy wound his hand in her hair to hold her head firm and began to thrust into her face, almost gagging her as he rammed halfway down her hapless throat, nearly the entire length of his cock disappearing between her round, ovaled lips. She struggled for breath, gasping for air wherever she could get it.

Oh, god! she thought, cruelly buffeted amongst the trio like a slave, like a damn receptacle. At this moment she was being debased, she knew, beyond the wildest nightmares of either herself or any of her friends-and as her ravagement continued, she knew she would become an extremist, more extreme than Samantha! If Samantha could see her now, why, she'd shit in her pants! She had the answer; she knew what she'd unswervingly espouse in the future: castrate all men! Women, begin by gelding your own sons!

But then the imagined sight of herself in this position formed piecemeal in her mind, the mental picture of prototypic obscenity, the picture of a woman being bucked in each bodily entrance by three male chauvinist pigs, began to work on her subconscious, perhaps beginning to incite her own salaciousness, and maybe sparking a masochistic hunger ... if there was no way to escape debasement, then debasement had to be total.

A low throaty moan escaped her lips, emitting as a hum from around the cock which stretched her jaws. Without knowing it, without admitting it to herself, she began to rock her hips, tensing, then relaxing her buttocks, her body becoming undulant as she squeezed with her pussy and her rectum the thick gristle boring into her.

Her mind was alert enough for her to know that she was actually sucking on the cock in her mouth, her cheeks filling and hollowing with each thrust as she explored its ridges with her tongue, lapped at its length and ribbed its bulging knob with the back of her tongue. She sucked voraciously enough to bring a moan to Piggy's lips.

"Jesus!" he cried. "Her mouth is better than most cunts!"

Lucy felt her hips moving down hard against Al's raging cock and then up fast-like to absorb with her aching twat all of the force of Jim's harsh thrust, her uncontrollable cunt winding up like a clock as a sudden wave of masochistic sensation saturated her being. Nothing registered on her mind but the powerful, all-powerful cocks fucking unleashed into her defenselessness and she rocked mindlessly to their rhythmic attack, and she sucked away at Piggy with mounting fury.

Suddenly, she wanted to feel semen shoot into her throat, to swallow it . . . she had it in her power, in the power of her mouth, to make it happen. She could make all these men cum, to fill her with their gism. She blotted from mind her basic hatred of these men and all like them: she wanted their gism!

"Shit!" Piggy exclaimed as his nuts contracted sharply-he wanted to shoot it into her cunt, tight like it was, and saying, "Jee-sus!" he tried to pull his cock out of her mouth, but with her forehead sinking into his corpulent paunch, her nose buried in his pubic mat, she gripped his prick as though to pull it out by the root. He continued to swear in helplessness as it burst then, gushing thick streams of pungent, sticky liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed continuously to keep from choking on the flood of it. She swallowed in hard, hungry gulps, her lips fastened in a tight ring around his ejaculating manhood. Small droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth as Piggy fell away from her and his shrinking organ slid from her yet-avid mouth.

"Ohhhhh . . . ooooooh!" she moaned, her whole lower body flopping like a giant frayed nerve, like a decapitated chicken, responding with pure animal reflex to each lunge at her twat and ass.

Their rock hard cocks battered her without mercy, yet she responded with fury to each stroke . . . until all three moaned unintelligibly.

The pure animal in her had taken over: she had gone numb in the head, she knew not what she did as she cried, "Aaaahhh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck harder . . . ahhh!" But the animal in her knew somehow that having both men explode into her at once would shatter her so completely that she wouldn't have to remember this, and that non-thought set her into a tizzy, a whirlpool of raw lust.

Sparks flew in the flint of her spinal column, and her whole world pulsed with such sharpness that she had trouble breathing. "Now! Now! Now! Shoot your wads! Cum! Fuck! Hur-rrryyyy . . . cummm in meee!" And, a moment later, "Aiiiieeeee!! I'm cummming . . . My cunt! My asshole! Fuck!"

"Agghhh, awrrr," Al groaned and just then Lucy felt his hot, boiling load of cum course up into her rectum, both soothing and enflaming her as her own orgasm rattled her teeth, and she could feel every contraction of his massively jerking prick as it spewed forth its hotly white load, sending it deep into her twitching bowels . . .

. . . and at the same time Jim groaned, "Uh, uh, uh," as she drew her thighs back as high as she could, all breath and all thought of ever regaining her senses gone from her as his throbbing cock shot jets of gism into the depths of her convulsing belly, her own complete liquification blending with his load as she convulsed in a seizure of epileptic ecstasy.

It was done. She became flutteringly aware of the loads of cum in her stomach, her belly, and her bowels, the warmth from it suffusing her as she lay crushed between them. After a sweaty moment of utter quiet, Jim climbed off her, his deflated pecker slipping feebly from her still tingling twat; and Al, not being exactly gentle, but not being brusque either, lifted her off himself, his withered cock slipping from her anus with a wet whoosh. Lucy lay alone on the bed, her legs widely spread, the cooling air balm on her overworked privates.

"Bitch don't throw a bad fuck," Al said.

"She's a pretty fine cunt," Jim concurred.

"Sucks like a suckerfish," Piggy piped. "Christ, I couldn't hold it."

"Aw, you couldn't hold it for anything," Al kidded.

Lucy hadn't heard them. They dressed and left without saying anything to her, although Piggy came over and fingered her snatch for a moment before leaving. She reacted only slightly as he gouged his hand into her rankly hot goodie-so puffed and limply slippery and banged insensate since he'd last felt it-and even then she did not flinch: a tendon in her thigh twitched and she was not even aware of that.

She couldn't move, when they'd gone and the front door had shut with a bang after them, she wouldn't move. To move she would have to think. She lay still, not wanting to dispel the numbness of mind and spirit.

She lay semi-comatose like that when Wedge entered some minutes later. Thinking oh my god, he rushed to the bed and immediately felt her pulse, and was relieved to feel she had one, even though her eyelids did not flutter. Before rousing her, knowing she would never remember it, he quietly caressed her breast, squeezing gently and then applying his lips to its coral tip.

Curiosity satisfied for the time being, he went into her living room and looked through several cabinets before he finally found a bottle of gin in her kitchen. Brandy would have been preferable, but when the clear liquid burned over her tongue her eyes blinked open. When he poured another shot into her she had to lift her head and gulp.

"I think I'm going to do you a favor," he said. She could not have looked less curious about his favor to her, and more surprisingly did not bat an eye when he explained, "I'm going to let you suck my cock now. You're scheduled to come to my office to suck it first thing in the morning-tomorrow's Friday-but I think you need a good night's sleep."

He had expected a sarcastic rejoinder to that, knowing Miss Slade, but she said nothing. Was her spirit already broken? Or was she merely dazed?

When he climbed onto the bed beside her and opened his fly to take out his cock to rub it across her lips, she opened her mouth. He did not immediately insert it and her tongue came out, stretching flaccidly to lick at its vermilion tip from which he'd peeled back the foreskin. She licked slowly around its velvety knob and with her tongue-tip lingered over the nick at the very end. His cock began to swell and she opened her mouth to receive it, drawing its semi-flaccid length in with her own suction and fastening her lips into a tight ring around the base of it, her nose flush with his pubis.

Her tongue worked. She kept her lips tightly around the base of the shaft even when it swelled to full size, craning her neck to accept it in its entirety. She rotated her head and worked her tongue with briskness, shutting her eyes again as she did so.

She gave an all right blow job. It wasn't a terrific blow job. Wedge decided to linger in her; he didn't want to let her begin what was to become a thrice-weekly ritual in too sloppy a manner.

After fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, of quiet sucking, she roused herself from her numb robot-like state enough to say, "Please cum."

"You'll have to put a little more into it," Wedge said, not unkindly.

She fastened her mouth onto his shaft again and when she tugged at his pants he rolled his hips from side to side to allow her to pull them down to his knees. She rolled over onto him and began to crush her breasts against his thighs, twisting her torso back and forth to roll them softly against him. She caressed his belly and flanks with her hands before cradling his huge nuts in one hand, stroking them and reaching beneath to stroke his asshole with her fingertip. She worked her tongue with a bit of wildness now, and with that and her stroking him and pressing and rolling her tits against him, Wedge came.

Her cheeks billowed and hollowed as she swallowed the spurt after spurt of viscous gism, squeezing his nuts with her hand and his cock with her mouth and rocking her head to milk it all out of him, swallowing rapidly. She swallowed several more times as his wilting cock passed from her mouth.

Wedge put her to bed, rolling back the covers, rolling her over and, when she stuck her feet in, covering her up.

"I think you'll find that tonight was a valuable experience for you," he said, and her face remained blank but he knew that somewhere in her mind she heeded him and so he explained: "You and, I might add, all your friends, have been throwing certain terms of abuse around rather loosely. Now I hate to see the language, the only method of communication we in academia have, ruined like that. I hate to see it lose its force. I think that someday-maybe when you're older and wiser-you'll agree with me. Anyway, you and your friends have been calling us, me and my colleagues, 'male chauvinist pigs' for a few years now. It's possible that tonight you've come into contact for the first time with men who might fit that description a little more accurately than we do-men to whom it might be applied with a bit more accuracy, that is.

"Anyway, I am aware that it must have been a rough lesson, that it was not completely pleasant, and partly for that reason I've decided to let you have the weekend entirely to yourself, that is, I will make no demands on you or your time, not until Monday morning or so . . . uh, why don't you come in during our scheduled hour to suck me off, and then we'll decide what to do with you next? Okay?"

She didn't answer, but that didn't matter and he continued, "And if you want to look on the bright side-you look a bit tuckered out at the moment, but I'm sure that when you wake up in the morning you'll want to be able to look on the bright side-the worst is behind you. Now, what you can look forward to in the next week and a half is sex that should be rather pleasant and rather varied. It will be good experience for you and you will undoubtedly learn some lessons, but none of them will be quite so harsh as tonight's lesson. Okay?"

She did not respond, but he knew she understood and he gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek, turned out the bedroom light, the living room light, the porch light, and left, locking the front door behind him.