Chapter 1
He was coming on stronger than usual, she knew that. The thought crossed her mind that she couldn't play her game much longer. Lou would either get what he wanted . . . needed ... out of her, or he would take off, and then where would she be? Actually, she felt the warm yearnings as badly ... or as beautifully ... as he did. Her crotch was moist from the desires that had welled up inside her belly. She hated that word, belly. But it was there. Oh was it ever there! Lou had travelled the same course before, she knew that, with one singular goal in mind. To drive her mind and body to the point of no return. Well, he was doing a better job than usual, tonight. She was so hot! Her nipples tingled, hard as rocks. Even the saliva in her mouth seemed to be flowing more like a raging river than a gentle stream. He was getting to her! She couldn't deny that.
This isn't where she wanted it to happen to her. Not here. Not in this old apartment building on Rhode Island Avenue in Washington, D.C.-with the musty smell of varnish that dated back to the late 1920s.
He kissed her wetly, sucked at her lower lip, breathed hotly into her ear. Oh God! Save me!... from myself!
Not an unusual scene. There were a half million or so others exactly in the same state of progress around the country. Boy with girl. Girl losing control. Boy pressing his advantage. Girl saying, "What the hell, I'll do it!" This scene happened to be in the somewhat ancient Lamont Apartments, right in the middle of metropolitan Washington.
Most of the tenants in the Lamont were pensioners, but a few were single working girls, part of that faceless horde of typists, file clerks, and junior secretaries caught up in the grind of civil service machinery. In the high-posted, three-room quarters of apartment 211 lived just such an example of a very pert, very pretty government worker, or G-girl as they're sometimes called. Vicky Martin was twenty, 6 blonde, innocent-faced and freckled, and was still youthfully idealistic about working for Alexander Blum. Despite the depressing pallor of her apartment and the constant need to scrimp on her meager salary, it was still an improvement over living in Rock Fall, population 2,314, its main income from peanuts and sweet potatoes.
The thing was, Vicky kept telling her few girlfriends, was that Washington, D.C. was so exciting! And it gave her great pride and a sense of accomplishment to know that she was doing her small part for her country and government. Take the energy crisis, for example: why, it was fun burning candles, and somehow more romantic to know that everybody was pulling together. In Rock Falls, a person couldn't even buy candles if so desired, unless they were those spindly little birthday sticks, and they never had pleasant Oriental scents and pretty colors like the ones she could burn here.
At the moment on this inky wet night, three fat multicolored candles were burning in her living room. They cast nickering shadows across the imitation Persian carpet, and licked teasingly at the overstuffed sofa of blue velveteen, and warmed the only other light in the room, the cool phosphorescence radiating from the television set. The candles were lit more for romantic reasons than to conserve electricity, for tonight Vicky was entertaining her current boyfriend, Lou Sharpe. They'd been at the pizzeria just around the corner, and were now enjoying some burgundy wine and the candles, and pretty much ignoring the movie on the television while they cuddled together on the couch.
Lou stroked Vicky's back, up and down along her spinal column, and made secret shivers course through her inexperienced young body. She curled up beside him, pressing against his clothing still damp from the wet night.
"Oh, Lou," she sighed. "You do things to me..."
The young man pressed his lips down, tasting the salt of their kiss. He kissed her again, feeling her stiffen with apprehension and restraint, but he kept on kissing her. Her breath didn't smell of cigarettes like so many of the girls' breath did, but milk-fresh and slightly tangy with the wine, and she held onto him despite her silent mental objections, sending his own loins stirring with rocket-like desire. He wanted her-God, how he wanted her! It might take awhile, for Vicky was no cosmopolitan pushover, ready to leap into bed with the crook of his finger. She'd hold out and make a big production out of it, but 8 sooner or later he sensed that she'd surrender. She was a sexy, passionate girl underneath, all right!
Slowly he moved his hand up to her left breast, and began squeezing it gently, tentatively . . . and as expected, Vicky lifted his offending hand away and shook her head. But her lips remained glued against his mouth, a strong indication of the conflicting desires straining inside of her. After stroking her rib cage and thighs a few times, he put his hand once again on the bright pink bulge of her blouse-covered breast. This time she pinched the tender skin on the back of his hand as a warning for him to stop.
"Let go, Lou," she said insistently, and pinched him again.
"I need something to hold onto to keep from falling off the couch," he said, and groped again for her invitingly rounded young breast.
"No . . . please!" she begged, and he could feel her body tensing for a struggle.
"All right, relax," he said good-naturedly as they sat up.
They broke their lover's clinch and smiled at each other, and as Lou gazed at the beautiful, nubile blonde who was his girlfriend, he felt great love and tenderness. He allowed his eyes to roam over Vicky's luscious body, admiring the way she sat gracefully with her golden hair fanning across her shoulders and making a cameo of her face, at her tiny snub nose with its bridge of cute freckles, and her wide full lips so red and glistening from their recent kissing, at her firm full breasts rising and falling with the quick rhythm of her excited heart, at her flat belly, outlined as her thrusting breasts were by the wet material of her blouse. He glanced lower then, heatedly studying the way her short pleated skirt was stretched tight around her voluptuous thighs and curvaceous loins, and the way her bare, shapely legs were tucked beneath her, her stockinged feet resting on the cushions. Christ, if she'd let him, he'd rip off her clothes right then and there and ram seven inches of long hard cock right into that soft little belly of hers! But patience was what he needed most now, patience and cunning....
Vicky Martin gazed longly into her boyfriend's smoldering eyes as she returned his look. She'd never felt happier since that first evening they'd met, when he'd asked her to dance at a discotheque. Lou knew how to make her laugh and feel good inside, and was just plain fun to be around . . even if those fiery eyes did seem sometames as if he were mentally undressing her. He was six foot, muscular with a well-developed chest and arms, and his thickly curling dark hair framed a wise and interesting face with a long straight nose and thin mouth. He was so handsome and . . . well, virile! A brief thought crossed her mind, the remembrance of how tonight his masculinity had been so boldly outlined against the tight material of his damply pressing trousers, and how big his thing had seemed! She'd never seen a man's member, not even her daddy's, though she'd looked at her younger brother's tiny, immature penis back when he'd been a baby and needed changing. But not since then-her father was a very, very modest person, and her mother was very strict about family decency.
That instantaneous thought caused Vicky to blush slightly with involuntary embarrassment. Lord! She'd better not think such wicked ideas, not around a twsnty-three-year-old, up-and-coming bowling ball salesman like Lou! If he ever guessed what was going on in her mind, he might get the wrong impression about her! Oh, she'd had her share of boyfriends back in South Carolina, and had learned all about pawing hands and determined lunges. She'd been to enough dances and movies in high school and then later secretarial school to know what necking was, and yes, she had to admit she'd been turned on at such times. She'd been sent shivering with the touch and kiss of her latest love, and had had a hard time forcing herself to say no, no you can't, you mustn't. She'd had her experiences; she wasn't naive or stupid . . . but she was determined not to be a bad girl, either!
Vicky realized, of course, why she'd remained a virgin despite the temptations she'd had to "go all the way." It had been her mother, her puritanical mother and her conservative Baptist upbringing. Her mother had instilled the quotations of St. Paul to the point where even now Vicky could recite passages concerning the devil's love of flesh and the meaning of original sin. Men were hardly better than animals at heart, and decent women could never willingly serve in the evil, filthy act of sexual intercourse. Logically, the young blonde girl knew these preachings were not only old-fashioned and outmoded, but patently false . . . but their constant reiteration over the years of her puberty had rooted them deeply in her subconscious. Love was pure; sex was sinful . . . and the two could never be joined where her basic emotions controlled her actions.
It shamed her to recall the infrequent times she'd been unable to remain perfectly chaste and pure. Her brassiere had not always stayed in place, it being pushed up or undone and her soft breasts bared to the greedy caresses of passionate boys. And then there were the wet moist kisses on them, the suckling of her tingling nipples as if she were a mother and her date was her nursing babe . . . and she had moaned and twisted with electric sensations, panting and moaning from her conflicting desires. And the fingers, the teasing silken touch along her inner thighs, the magic press against her tender pubic mound, until at last she'd forced herself to overcome the salacious thrills and put an end to the evil dangers.
And this time, far from home and her mother's lashing platitudes, she knew she was tempted more than ever to succumb. She knew that with the close and yearning body of her boyfriend Lou enveloping her, this time it was different. She wasn't sure exactly why, just that it was, and that her own quivering flesh would betray her unless she was extremely carefull There was some crazy chemistry building between them, some special ingredient which hadn't been there with the other boys she'd known. When Lou's searching hand touched her blouse and cupped around her breast, it was only with the absolute limit of her self-control that she was able to stop him from exploring her willing body further. She told herself she had to, so that he wouldn't think his respect was wasted on her. No more wine for her tonight, she promised herself; no more wine, and very soon she'd tell him to go.
But oh Lord, Lou had built a fire in her loins! Her sensitive vagina was beginning to seep a warm excited moisture down between the desire-swollen pussy lips. She leaned up and ran her fingers across the chin and neck of the young man beside her, and pressed her palms against her temples.
"I do like you, Lou," she said in a breathless, serious tone. "I like you maybe . . . maybe too much, in fact. But I . . . I'm simply not that sort of girl. Please try to understand."
"You get me all steamed up, I understand that much," he whispered, pulling her close. "We haven't been together that long, y'know, but already I feel as if I've known you for years. I'm older than you are, and gone through a hell of a lot more than you. So why should you be able to do this to me?"
Impulsively, the twenty-year-old secretary embraced him, kissing with her lips crushed against his, and they were full, warm, and responsive. She had never dreamed that kissing could make her belly surge with such delicious thrills, and she involuntarily ground her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the cushions of the couch. The sensual motions caused her tightly stretched panties to dig into her moist cunt slit and excite the nub of her tender clitoris, and she trembled, moaning again as she tried to control the first small teasers of forbidden pleasure.
Lou sensed his girlfriend's tremulous response and pressed forward his advance. He clutched Vicky tighter to him, brazenly moving his hands along her sides, guiding his fingers until they once more caressed her heaving breasts. She pressed her thighs; tightly together to cease the spasming sensations his massaging fingers were producing down there, feeling the effect of his cupping, squeezing hands all the way down to the erotic cleft between her legs.
"No, I told you no . . ." she whimpered through his ardent kisses, his tongue piercing her words, but her pleas were becoming progressively weaker. She tried to force him to stop by moving slightly away, and her short skirt hiked up higher over her rounded hips, exposing more of her youthful thighs and the white band of her thin nylon panties. She tried to pull her skirt down, her blush deepening as she realized her panties were becoming indecently wet from the warmly secreting fluids of her tingling vagina.
But the young sporting goods salesman was not to be denied, and he kept his hands on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under the thin material of her blouse and brassiere. He figured she was finally getting too aroused to really put up a fight, and that after all the other nights of battling, tonight might be the night . . . the night he'd sink his stiff cock deep into her tight little cunt and fuck her half to death!
A warning bell rang in Vicky's distraught mind, but it was increasingly far away, dimmed by her rising passions and all the burgundy wine she'd drunk. She labored, gasping for breath, undulating her trembling buttocks down harder against the couch as she pushed the now heatedly swollen lips of her pussy against her panties in a vain attempt to put out the fire that was raging there. Lou continued to French kiss her while his thumb and forefinger rolled her distending, aching pink nipples, causing her to groan from the delightful sensations. Again she tried to pull away, bringing up her hand as she had before to pull his fingers from her breasts . . . but her hand would not obey her mind, and moved uselessly up to his hard-muscled arm instead.
"No . . . no . , ." she murmured breathlessly. "Please no..."
"Yes," Lou sighed wetly into her ear. "You love it, you know you do. You know you want me to do it...."
"It's wrong, it's so wrong...."
"Nothing that feels good can be wrong, Vicky," the young man intoned mesmerically. "You're a woman, Vicky, with a woman's body and desires ... it's time for you to be a woman, all woman.. .."
Vicky sucked in her breath from the audacity of her boyfriend's comments, not wanting to believe him and yet at the same time she did want to . . . she wanted to believe desperately. Perspiration trickled down between her full, pulsating breasts as she felt him tighten his grip upon her nipple. And then she gasped, for she felt his free hand fumbling beneath her blouse, up along the tingling bare skin of her back to the snaps of her brassiere. She squirmed harder against him, beginning to tremble violently, her mind whirling with an almost drugged passion for this handsome young man, her nerves shattering as she felt the snaps unfasten one by one. Her brassiere fell loose, and then his hand was around in front again, busy fingers now unbuttoning her blouse. In seconds, the flimsy material was spread aside, her loose brassiere pushed up, and his hungry hands caressing her nakedly revealed breasts.
Vicky knew she should demand that he leave now; knew that she'd gone too far in allowing Lou to undress her this way. But the very lewdness of exposing her breasts to him increased the prurient desires hidden deep in the virginal confines of her moistening vagina, and she could not find the strength to voice her rapidly fading fears.
As Lou squeezed and caressed her warmly responding mounds and tweaked their rigid pink nipples with one hand, his other hand once more went exploring . . . kneading the soft, resilient flesh of her inner thighs. Vicky pressed her trembling buttocks down against the cushions to avoid his touch, the hot flood between her thighs drenching the crotchband of her panties while his fingers worked toward her moistly quivering cunt crevice. He pulled her roughly to him and began kissing her with unbearable passion, and she found she could only nestle in his embrace and submit.
The virginal blonde girl was awash with a flood of sensations: Lou's hands on her naked breasts and stocking-sheathed thighs, his hot tongue splurging in and out of her mouth, the heady sound of their excited breathing. . . . She gasped from her own feeling of wantonness and the spiraling craving deep in her belly, her instincts to fight him off swiftly disappearing under the barrage of wicked sensations that were conquering her will Lou's hands kept on teasing up between her inner thighs, around the softly quivering moons of her buttocks and upward again to her thin nylon panties as his other hand shoved her miniskirt up around her waist. The thought raced through her mind that he was going to take her panties off and touch her there . . . there between her legs, and she struggled to find the energy to stop him. But her wine-filled blood boiled too heatedly, and his fingers were so insistent that she could only undulate her cringing thighs with the rising tide of arousal that was swamping her moral resolva "Lou ... oh, Lou, what are you doing . . . ?" she moaned as his lewdly roving hand finally reached the damp softness of her panties. His outstretched middle finger snaked fast beneath one elastic legband, touching a spot where no one other than herself had ever touched before. He softly stroked the wet, hair-fringed lips of her vagina with a loving tenderness, causing them to flush and swell with further excited tinglings. Vicky involuntarily raised her hips, rotating her sex-innocent cunt in helpless eagerness and spreading her trembling legs wider apart so he could delve deeper up under her panties. Soon he was taunting the moist pink flesh of her open pussy slit, parting the soft, tender folds carefully with his hand until he was able to make the first searing contact with her hardened little clitoris. Her brain screamed with joy, and she mewled out her desire as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and trailed warm kisses across his face.
There was an odd sensation of weightlessness as the handsome young man moved both of them around on the couch, and then Vicky's passion-fogged mind caught on to what he wanted of her. She couldn't help her* self as she lifted her quivering buttocks off the cushions and allowed Lou to gently peel her passion-sodden panties down . . . down her trembling thighs and legs, and off over her bare feet. He tossed them to the carpet and then lay down beside her, beginning to tease and caress her def enselessly open loins. Something seemed to snap then in the young secretary's delirious mind, and she made one last big effort to stop before it was too late.
"No!" she gasped out frantically. "No, I told you, Lou! I'm not that kind of girl! No more, please!"
The youth's only reply was a cynical chuckle. "Sure, you are! All real women are! Stop being a prick-teaser!"
Prick-teaser! God, she'd never been talked to that way in all her life! But even as Vicky shuddered with shame and disgust, Lou's obscenity only seemed to excite her desires more. "I'm not teasing you!" she wailed. "I mean it! I'm a good girl!"
But it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled mercilessly up between hen fearfully trembling thighs, brushing her velvety soft pubic hair until she thought she would die from the delicious sensations he wad generating in her loins. His fingers followed her every wild motion, until they caught and splayed the tender pink lips of her tightly clasping pussy. His mouth pressed down hard and demanding upon hers, stifling another of her pleas, and the hopelessly aroused virgin! sucked on his spearing tongue as it fluted into the hot wetness of her mouth, unable to contain herself as she writhed lewdly upon his fingers.
Abruptly she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and then Lou was wriggling out of his pants and undershorts. She heard him breathe harshly, and for the first time in her life she felt a man's stiffly throbbing penis pressing into the soft flesh of her naked hip. His fingers continued to assault her tingling cunt slit, digging deeper and deeper with searing persistence. She jerked, a soul-searching moan escaping from her chest as she rolled her head from side to side, all the while grinding her naked buttocks down into the couch to escape his rapacious desires.
"No, no, no" she chanted, and the word ricocheted around the walls of her lust-fevered mind. "Please no ... no more . . " she moaned, knowing she must stop him-and stop herself-but knowing she was already past the point of no return. She wanted him, wanted him deep in her belly as much as he wanted her . . . Lord in heaven, how she wanted to be made love to!
Lou dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in one hand, and began sucking the tiny, berry-like nipple deeply into his urgent mouth. His other hand eased farther up into the hot, moist confines of her throbbing pussy flesh, taunting the tight elastic mouth and teasing her hardened clitoris. He pushed one finger forward, trying to enter her perversely welcoming cunt....
"Ohhhhhh.'' A long groan escaped her lips, and she heard herself whimpering, "You've got to stop ... I can't let you make love to me.... I can't, I can't...."
"The hell you can't," Lou groaned with obvious arousal. He was moving up over her, removing his fingers from the hotly clasping lips of her vagina and leaving her virginal little cunt on fire. His thick erection moved along the furrow of her inner thighs, dangerously close to the tender pink flesh of her pussy as he rolled atop her. Vicky could feel a warm stickiness on her flesh and wondered if he'd cum, yet his cock was still as rigid as a poker! It must be the lubricant men secrete, she thought dizzily....
"Hot damn," he crooned into her ear. "I can't wait to slide into you, baby! I can't wait another second!"
"No, Lou, no!" she mewled. "I won't let you! I won't let you ruin me!"
"Damn it, I've got to fuck you, baby!" he panted. "I've got to!"
He lunged forward, attempting to impale her tender cunt upon his lust-hardened penis, but still Vicky sought to preserve her virginity. She squeezed her legs tightly together, pleading wetly against his mouth, while he wormed the throbbing, blunt head of his cock deeply into the softness of her pussy slit.
"No, we'll be sorry if we do this! I don't . . . don't want it to happen this way! Noooo!"
The sex-minded salesman squirmed harder in his effort to penetrate her. "Who's going to be sorry? I'm not! God damn it, I'm going to be sorry if I don't! I'm about ready to pop my nuts, I tell you, and if I do, then you'll be the one who's sorry!"
Mother, Mother, save me! her tortured mind screamed, even as his every lunge sent wild sensations of sinful desire through her. His round-headed penis rubbed tantalizingly against the bud of her clitoris, her young cunt flowering open and angling upward in its own betrayal of all she knew was right and proper. In a last-ditch move of desperation, she reached down between their writhing bodies and took his lust-rigid cock in her hands, squeezing it in an anguished attempt to halt him before she capitulated and he fucked up into her with his hotly thrusting shaft.
"You bitch! You slut, you whore!" her boyfriend babbled mindlessly. "You're going to make me cum doing that! Agg! I am! Oh shit in a sock, I'm going to cummmmm!"
As she grappled with his turgidly jerking penis, he continued to pump wildly and shout obscenities. She felt his penis expand in her clutching fingers, and suddenly hot thick semen poured out from its widening tip, inundating in creamy surges the satin flesh between her legs. His surging cum blanketed her inner thighs and covered her pink, quivering cunt and golden pubic hair, trickling lewdly down the crevice of her clenching thighs.
"Oh! Oh!" the young man groaningly panted, and then with one last spurt of his semen, he collapsed on top of Vicky, forcing her down into the cushion where his heated seed was pooling. She felt his sperm's unctuous warmth spreading across the smooth, cringing flesh of her twisting buttocks, and humiliated and ashamed beyond belief, she started to cry.
"Yah, go on and bawl, you bitch," Lou snarled as he sat up. He eased off of her supine body and stood up beside the couch, his cock already beginning to deflate and grow limp. Vicky turned imploring, tear-blurred eyes toward him, and despite her loathing, she couldn't help staring at his now flaccid penis. Then, recalling how it had looked only seconds before, so long and thick and hard, almost angry-red with its lust to rape her, she squeezed her eyes shut and averted her face.
"Lou..."
"Shut up! Just shut up, you prick-teaser!" he spat down at her, grabbing his pants from the floor. "I don't know what made me want to waste my time with a little baby like you!"
"Please, don't be-" "Damned right, I am! I'm pissed off solid, bitch, and I'm going to stay that way!" He stuffed in his shirt and wrenched his belt through its buckle. "You're not going to make an ass out of Louis Sharpe and get a second chance later!"
"Lou, I'm sorry! I-" "Sure, you're sorry! I told you you'd be sorry I What the hell, a little fuck would've been nice for both of us, a sweet little party on a cold night! But no, not you! Well, go back to playing with dlls, bitch. I'm getting out of this chicken outfit!"
Still snarling with frustration and rage, the twenty-three-year-old bowling ball salesman whipped his coat from a nearby chair and stomped for the door. Yanking the door open, he stood in the threshold and glared malevolently back at the voluptuous blonde still lying naked on the couch. The contempt in his eyes was mirrored in Vicky's own mind, her head whirling with so much confusion, despair, and guilt that she didn't even care that anybody passing by in the hall outside could see her this way.
"No, Lou, no, don't go this way! Try to understand!"
"Get stuffed," he said, and slammed the door after him.
Vicky was all alone.
She lay xmmoving in utter misery, her heart tormented to its extreme. She stared down at the slowly drying cum puddled on her stall innocent pubic mound and lower belly, and the ache in her aroused and unsatisfied pussy was a sore reminder of what she'd nearly lost-her virginity-and what she'd lost in the way of a boyfriend by her refusal. I should have let 26 him ... I should have let him . . . she moaned to herself as she wept pitiously. Lou was the right one, the healthy one, and quite properly disgusted by her. She was wrong for turning the God-given pleasure of sex into something dirty and evil. Sex wasn't evil, it was good! Now there was no more Lou, no more hands and mouth and eyes or that marvelous-looking erection of his....
How Vicky wished she could respond the way a woman should! She could almost imagine the way it would have been if she'd let him make love to her; the way the two of them would look right now, coupled and enjoying each other, instead of her being all alone and despondent on the couch. Yes ... in her mind's eye Vicky could just see the way if d be, Lou straddling her thighs the way he had, kissing her while his excitedly hardened penis rubbed against her quivering, wetly aching vagina. Only this time, she wouldn't press her legs together and fight him off . . . she would welcome him, spreading her thighs eagerly so he could soothe the raging fires of passion roaring in her belly.
Lord! What am I dreaming? The naked blonde girl shuddered, shocked at her lewd thoughts. And yet, she couldn't help shutting her eyes again and conjuring up the delicious image of her boyfriend's wonderful, hard cock, 27 and she held her breath, feeling a strange series of tingling sensations lancing through her loins. She recognized what was happening inside of her now, knowing that she was starting to submit to the only form of sexual release she'd ever been able to allow herself to enjoy. As a little girl, prior to when the boys her age had sexually developed, and long before her mother had poisoned her mind to the joys of her body, Vicky had learned the delightful art of masturbation.
Her stern mother had never mentioned the practice of seU-rnanipulation, and Vicky secretly suspected her of doing it instead of having sex with Mr. Martin. But that had no bearing on the erotic thrills which she'd learned to extract from her own young flesh, and often as a budding girl she had locked herself in her room and fingered herself to spi-raling climaxes. Since then she'd read that masturbation was neither wicked nor harmful, and that many women actually receive greater satisfaction from it than from normal intercourse. She wasn't too sure about the last part, not having experienced normal intercourse yet, but the authoritative information had set her qualms at ease, and she played with her pussy whenever her frustrations became too great to control.
Now, lying nakedly quivering and exposed on the couch, she allowed the prurient dream of Lou Sharpe fucking her back into her mind. She remembered how her loins had arched upward to receive him of their own volition, and how his naked buttocks had moved so that his lusty penis could slide up and down between the swollen lips of her sensitive vagina. Yes . . . and now she imagined she was urging him on, her inner thighs and buttock muscles tightening as he slipped the blunt, bulbous head of his blood-swollen cock inside her cunt. He was prodding her hymen now, pushing gently, lovingly, and she wrapped her arms around him in passionate desire... .
God, not only could she see it in her mind, she could almost feel it as well! She opened her eyes and looked down at her breasts, seeing that their nipples were turgid and jutting straight up from their wide, pink areolas. A fluttering excitement churned in her belly, in spite of her knowing how lewd and wanton it was to let these images niter through her thoughts. She moved her hand from the side of the couch, her guilt assauged by the knowledge that she was alone with her reveries, and that dreaming was not the same as actually doing it. Her hand slid higher, and hesitantly, almost experimentally, touched her breasts as Lou had done. The contact of her fingers intensified the throbbing in her unrequited pussy, her entire being trembling slightly as she lay along the cushions.
Ah . . . Lou was on top of her naked body, his breath hot in her ear, his thick, hard penis just inside the warmly straining lips of her cunt. She was begging for him now, her vaginal mouth dilating so he could slip more of his thrusting cock into her belly ... it was slipping deeper, deeper up inside her cunt, her aching, desire-filled cunt.
A wave of remorse made Vicky halt momentarily in her fantasizing, but there was no use deluding herself. She was aroused, hotly aroused, and she was alone. If only Lou were here, she'd let him make love to her this time, for she needed release badly-desperately! It was so obscene, so immoral to continue these licentious thoughts, and yet, oh God, it was so exciting to her! She began massaging her breasts again as she slowly capitulated to her physical urgency, which was now surging like a tidal wave through her belly and loins.
"Yes, darling Lou . . . take me . . take me now . . ." She could sense his handsome, muscular body pressing upon hers once again while she whispered entreaties into his ear. Her breasts were-being flattened and the breath crushed from her lungs as his needed penis soared into her waiting vagina and burst her innocence forever. "Make love to me, Lou, make love to me...."
With a low mewl of uncontained passion, Vicky let her other hand slowly caress the smooth, flat plane of her stomach, down around the soft, blonde fleece of her pubic hair, avoiding the white pools of her boyfriend's cum to move out around her hips and buttocks. But then her fingers roamed insidiously across her thighs again, closer to where the young man had ejaculated upon her naked cunt flesh and pubic hair, and she couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to touch the male-fresh liquid. Closing her eyes once more against the guilt of her yearnings, she let her hand dabble in his warm semen, tentatively rubbing the milky fluid between her fingertips. She found the tactile sensations pleasing, creamy and warm like the finest lotion, and she dipped lower, eager for more. She opened the moistly covered lips of her vagina and parted the desire-soaked blonde hair, sliding in and finding the erect bud of her clitoris quivering with anticipation.
No . . . no, this is indecent and sinful . . . she told herself, but it's somehow so satisfying. She circled her clitoris with her fingernail, spreading the juices of Lou's cum in a loving caress, sighing between her teeth as her probing hand felt its way to her wet vagina. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender flesh of her cunt lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her naked hips jerked upward off the couch. Then, legs splayed wide, she jammed her outstretched middle finger deep into her hungry pussy, pressing herself down light to the cushion as she finger-fucked herself, writhing and twisting, obscenely pressing as much of Lou's sperm into her cunt as she could. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her new-found perversion.
And as she finger-fucked herself, she dreamed of Lou's long, hard penis filling her pussy instead of her fingers. He was pumping furiously into her, his hardened cock sliding in and out while his tongue was deep, deep in her mouth, slavering in the same rapacious rhythm as his fucking. His blunt cock-head was burgeoning with his semen as he suddenly raised up his head and cried out his orgasm, and yes! Yes! His cum was flowing into her womb, filling the hotly clasping channel of her pussy with moist lubricity just as her fingers were actually doing. She heaved her own buttocks up to meet him, not wanting to lose a single drop of his precious seed. Nothing existed in her mind other than the delirious dreams of her passionate lover, her mind ana body racing for her own seething climax.
God, she was there! She was cumming! She whipped her finger wildly in her own pussy, up inside her wetly pulsing orifice, frothing the semen which covered her loins. The white-hot juices of her own orgasm gushed from around her hotly skewering fingers, mixing with the remainder of Lou's sperm and flowing down onto the couch below. She could hear herself screaming out to the empty apartment a piercing cry of joy ... and then there was utter silence.. ..
Vicky Martin stayed the way she was, with her hands pressed lewdly tight upon her breast and inside her pussy. She couldn't bring herself to let go until the last dying throbs had stilled in her loins. At last her fingers slithered wetly from her liquid-coated vagina, and she rolled limply over on her side. God, she'd never had a climax that wild before! She felt absolutely drained, truly possessed by her obscene fantasies, thoroughly driven to new depths of lewd desire! But a dream was one thing and reality another ... wasn't it?
The naked young blonde sighed and rose from the couch, her ivory-toned flesh gleaming moistly with perspiration and secretions. She felt vaguely frustrated for some inexplicable reason, as if she were upset by her perverted desire to finger Lou's drying sperm and the intensity of her orgasm which had followed. She padded barefoot into her bedroom and began searching for a nightgown to wear to bed, even considering sleeping naked for a moment before the recollection of what she'd done on the couch made her hastily abandon the immodest idea. She wondered, as she took out a clean nightie and slipped it over her head, what might happen next if she continued fondling herself with such lewd ideas spurring her on. And in the back of her mind was the frightening truth she didn't want to face- that she wouldn't be able to deny herself much longer the needed sex she'd avoided for so long.