Chapter 3
Marty eyed the bracelet with shining eyes, feeling an inner glow of accomplishment. But her brows knitted in a worried frown as she recalled the edginess of Bill Brady the last few days. He had been dropping sly hints that were designed to elicit from her, just what measures she had taken to avoid getting knocked up.
Now she was worried. She had run out of the pills, and she was in a strange community, with no one who might obtain a supply for her. She wondered momentarily if she ought to come right out and ask Brady to get her some, but she dismissed the thought. He was already worried enough, and, Marty thought, somewhat cool toward her. She figured him to be the kind who would panic and head for the hills, at the slightest hint of trouble. Thinking about him, she decided that he was sort of boring, except in a sexual way, and she turned her thoughts elsewhere to solve the problem of obtaining the pills.
She wondered idly about Ben, the curly-haired college student who always gave her the eye when she went into Harper's Drug Store. He might be the answer. He certainly would have access to birth-control pills. The more she pondered the advisability of it, the better she liked the idea—and for Marty, to make up her mind was to act as soon as possible.
Ben was a jack-of-all-trades at the store, and part of his duties entailed working in the cosmetics section, so Marty made a stop at the drugstore after school the next day. She knew that Ben started at three and worked until nine, when the store closed. She had also asked a few questions and learned that he was studying pharmacology, that he was Jewish, and that he lived in a small kitchenette apartment a block away from the drug store. His last name was Abrams, and now Ben Abrams was Marty's target for conquest. But this time, it would be a triple killing, she mused as she entered the store and spotted him behind one of the checkout lines, stacking cigarettes into the racks beside the cash register. There would be Ben himself; for sex, the pills, and also an item to add to her collection of mementos.
Marty entered the aisle where the cosmetics were displayed. She was pleased at the alacrity Ben showed in coming over to wait on her. A little smile lit her face as she noticed the pin he was wearing in his tie. It was a black-and-gold pin with Greek letters on it. Marty guessed that it was either a high school or a college fraternity pin, and she immediately envisioned how nice it would look on her charm bracelet. She smiled brightly as Ben approached, as she let her eyes rove over his slender body in an appraisal of his sexual capabilities.
"Hello," Ben said warmly. "What can I help you with?"
A sudden perversity took hold of Marty. She wondered what he would say if she asked right out for the birth-control pills. She looked at him straight in the eyes and said in an offhanded manner, "I want to get some pills."
"Oh ..." Ben said, looking disappointed. "I'm afraid you'll have to see the pharmacist, if it's a prescription. If it's just an off-the-shelf item, I'll be glad to help you."
"Well, I ..." Marty tried to put just the right dramatic pause to her speech, "... I wanted to get some of the contraceptive pills."
Ben's mouth fell open. "You ... you mean birth-control pills?" he spluttered, blushing.
Marty smiled knowingly. "Yes," she said calmly. "And I don't have a prescription." It was a challenge, and the smile faded from her mouth. She eyed Ben closely. He looked wild-eyed toward the rear of the store where the prescription department was. His head began to shake, but before he could put his refusal into words, Marty stepped close to him and brushed his trousers front with her hand. "Please ...?" she coaxed.
Ben stared back at her, aware of the jutting breasts that seemed to be unconfined beneath the thin sweater. Her hand still rested against his fly. He was sure of her implications, but Ben Abrams was a cautious man. His job here at the store meant the difference in getting his degree in pharmacy, and not. He didn't want to jeopardize his education, but this was some ripe stuff.
"I... I don't know ..." he hesitated.
"Please?" Marty repeated. "I won't let you be sorry." There was no doubt of her meaning as she rubbed her hand on his now hardening penis, through the cloth of his trousers. Ben took a deep breath then exhaled, like a person ready to plunge into an icy pool.
"Okay," he nodded. "Meet me tonight at a quarter past nine."
Marty grinned broadly and asked, "What's your address?"
Ben shook his head at her coolness and gave her his address. She bounced down the aisle happily, waving at him and calling, "I'll need at least three months' supply. See you." Then she was gone, leaving a befuddled clerk staring after her, his mind filled with the vision of her naked young body beneath his, later that night. He adjusted his penis so that it didn't bulge so obviously, and busied himself with his forgotten work.
Once he had committed himself and stolen the pills, Ben's attitude underwent a change. He decided that since he had already risked his job and his education, he was going to make certain of the pay-off.
When Marty knocked on his door that evening at precisely nine-twenty, Ben opened the door to her, wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. He noticed the fleeting look of surprise on her face, and he grinned in return. "You're on time," he said lamely. "Good. I like a girl that's prompt."
"Did you get them?" Marty asked breathlessly, as she began to peel off her sweater. She had expected there would be a sex bout, and she didn't want to be gone too long. Her aunt was growing fidgety about the hours she kept, along with her constant carping about everything else.
Ben nodded, his eyes fastened on her twin globes of milky flesh. The soft, pinkish nipples were already hardening, and he felt his own blood rushing to swell his cock—nor did Marty miss this fact. She reached up beneath her miniskirt and pulled off her pink panties, kicked off her shoes and then unzipped the skirt side and let it fall.
She was like a young Greek goddess, Ben thought as his hungry eyes roved over her trim, womanly form. His palms were sweaty, and he had forgotten everything else except the fact that this young nympho, half-girl, half-womanly siren, was here before him, offering her body to him.
Marty put her hands on her hips, striking a provocative pose. "Well...?" she smiled wantonly.
Ben moved toward her and took her into his arms. He felt the soft breasts against his chest, with the hardening nipples making themselves felt, and he opened his mouth to meet her sucking, demanding tongue kiss. As she flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth, Ben's hands slid downward to encircle the perfect roundness of her ass-cheeks, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh until he heard her wince and moan softly.
He released her and fell to his knees, burying his face in the softness of her pubic hair, his tongue slithering in among the fine hair until it found the wet, hot, woman-scented vagina. He again encircled her ass-cheeks with his wet palms, pulling her in closer, probing inside her cunt for the tiny knob of joy, then massaging it hungrily with his tongue and teeth.
Marty was emitting little sounds of pleasure, jutting her pelvis forward to allow his tongue easy entry into her throbbing cunt. For the moment, she had forgotten all about the pills and the pin—she wanted only the joys that Ben was bringing to her flesh. She looked down at his curly head, and put her hands on the back of it, pulling his face even closer to her joybox, loving the bright surge of passion that swept over her body with every movement of his seeking mouth.
Her ass began to buck in and out, meeting his tongue strokes in an ever-faster rhythm. As he nibbled and sucked at her clitoris, she abandoned her body to its own frenzied movements, clutching Ben's head and murmuring ecstatically, "I'm coming, Ben—suck it hard—faster —harder!"
With a moan, she exploded into orgasm, her clitoris bobbing madly under Ben's eager sucking. When she subsided, she drew back a little and pushed him down to the floor. As he lay on his back, staring up at her open snatch, enjoying the lustfulness of the scene, she knelt and pulled off his shorts. His cock sprang up like a released lever, slapping against his stomach, which was now wet with his sweat.
Marty spread his legs and knelt over his cock. Taking it in one hand, she began to run her soft, wet tongue around the rim of it, then let it rove the entire length of his distended organ, sending shivers of delight and need over his body. When she plunged her mouth over the head and let her hot, wet lips engulf its entire length, Ben could not keep back the groans of pure joy. Almost unconsciously, he reached down and inserted his fingers inside her lips, feeling her tongue shooting past them, caressing his cock and his fingers at the same time. Mary sucked harder as she removed her tongue from time to time to let it slide up and lick the palm of Ben's hand. With one hand, she held his shaft, and with the other, she rubbed his balls gently.
When she felt his need rise, as evidenced by his speeded-up motions and gasps, she applied all the friction that her tongue and lips and inner mouth could supply, and, as she felt Ben's gushing semen, she joined him in a moaning chorus of delight.
"Don't stop! Don't stop, please!" Ben moaned, holding her head fastened to his prick. Marty had no intention of stopping. She wanted the full hardness of Ben's cock inside her. In seconds, she had drained him of every drop of semen, swallowing it, cleaning up the end of his prick with her tongue. Then she worked her mouth furiously, making slurping sounds as she rammed his cock again and again deep into her mouth, sucking it and letting her teeth graze over the sensitive flesh of his glands.
"Wait!" Ben gasped. "I ... I want you the other way!"
Marty withdrew his cock from her mouth and smiled up at him. "Say it, Ben! Say what you want!" Her eyes were hot and shiny with suppressed desire.
"I ... I want to fuck you!" he blurted, reaching for her soft breasts and kneading them in his hands. She moved up between his legs until her body was flattened against his, their genitals pushing eagerly against each other's. Her hot mouth closed over his, and their tongues played fiery games as Ben reached down and spread her cunt lips to receive his aching prick. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life, as he wanted the full surrender of this wanton body to his own passions.
As his rigid prong slid easily into her vagina, Marty moaned and began to move her body up and down, plunging his cock deeper into her with each movement. Their mouths were still locked in a moist, hot kiss and, as his prick began to massage her throbbing clitoris with each stroke, neither needed words to express their lustful passion. Their bodies locked together in a rhythm of pleasure and as each felt the other approaching climax, they increased the hotness of their tongue kissing, exchanging saliva in abandonment, wanting to fuse their aching bodies into one mass of trembling, electrically charged flesh!
"I'm coming, darling, I'm coming," Marty mumbled through the kiss. Ben answered by biting her tongue hard, causing her to speed up her up-and-down motions even more and, as she felt him gushing into her pussy, Marty returned the bite savagely, enjoying the feeling of domination that the position atop Ben's body gave her. She had come twice while he was coming the first time, and now she abandoned her body to a complete, thrilling orgasm that matched Ben's.
They lay in the same position, moving slightly, enjoying the warm afterglow that fell over them like a blue mist.
At last, Marty raised her head and looked into Ben's eyes. "Sorry?" She coaxed, wanting to hear him praise her performance.
"Happier than I can tell you," Ben replied, kissing her chin. "You're the most wonderful thing I've ever had happen to me. I'd break into Fort Knox for you, if you asked me. Anything ... everything ... just ask for it!"
His words reminded Marty of one of her goals. She kissed him lightly and grinned. "There is something I'd like ... to remember a wonderful guy and a wonderful night."
"Name it!"
"That pin you wear ..." Marty said coyly.
"My Gamma Sigma pin?" Ben laughed. "Hell, I've been looking for a girl like you to pin that on for months. You've got it." She locked her mouth to his in a long, lingering kiss, stroking his curly black hair gently.
They dressed slowly, exchanging intimate kisses and tender looks, and when Ben handed Marty the pin, she planted a kiss on the cold metallic emblem, and clutched it to her breast. "I love it, Ben!" she enthused, "but ... I can't wear it in the open. My aunt ... well, she's funny about me dating. But I have a charm bracelet that's just mine. I keep it hid from everyone. Your pin will be my prize!"
Ben was still walking on air, and he hardly heard her explanation. "When will I see you again, Marty?" he asked.
"Soon, Ben," she said lightly, kissing him and putting the pin in her purse.
She was completely satisfied with her mission. She had enjoyed a particularly thrilling sex session with Ben; she had the pills—five boxes of them—and she had another souvenir for her collection. It had been a particularly interesting evening, and when Mary arrived home around eleven, she was angry to find her aunt waiting to talk to her.
Helen lit into her the second she closed the door, snarling, "A fine time for a girl your age to be coming in! Where have you been?"
"Out!" Marty retorted.
"Out where?" Helen persisted.
Marty's thin veneer of patience erupted. "Out getting a good fuck!" she screamed. At the loudness of her voice, Ray had entered the living room. At Helen's gasp, Ray frowned at Marty, saying gruffly, "Let's not have that kind of language around here, Marty. Your aunt has a right to know where you are this late at night."
"So ... I just told her!" Marty sneered.
"Come off it!" Ray snapped. He was uncomfortable under Helen's stare. He knew she expected him to administer some sort of punishment to Marty, but he wasn't sure how one punished a young teen-age girl.
"You'll have to change your attitude, Marty," he warned, "or you'll be kept in evenings."
"Evening!" Helen snorted. "Almost midnight isn't evening."
"I'll handle it!" Ray snarled at her. "Remember, times have changed since your strait-laced old man used to make you be home by ten!" Ray saw a smirk come to Marty's face. It bothered him. She always looked so smug, as if she had just won one more round of a long, drawn-out battle for supremacy of the household. He let his eyes run over her out thrust breasts and the slight, but provocative body. He wondered idly if she just might be telling the truth with her vulgar statement of having been fucked.
Sometimes she looked at him in a mocking way that seemed to ask when he was going to stop playing "Uncle," and become a lusty, forceful lover. He dismissed the thoughts of having her naked to his own body, and said mildly, "Better get to bed, Marty. You've got school tomorrow."
Helen left the room with a snort of disgust, disappointed that Ray had again let his niece off so easily. The girl was nothing but a tramp, Helen thought, but she could pull the wool over Ray's eyes—or any man's, for that matter. She wasn't fooling her, though. She was nothing but a cheap, hot pants sexpot and, given enough rope, she would fashion her own noose.
When Helen left the room, Ray's expression softened and he managed a slight grin. "Don't put me on the spot so much, kid," he cautioned. "I've got to live with that woman, you know."
Marty just smiled and walked up to her uncle. She held her face up and said, "Kiss me goodnight, Uncle!"
Ray clenched his fists, fighting back the desire to rip her clothes off her and fuck the daylights out of her. He was sure that somebody would soon, the way Marty seemed to ask for it, and he wondered why he didn't have the guts.
He bent and aimed a harmless kiss at her cheek, but she turned her face so that their lips met, and hers were wide open. In spite of himself, Ray slid his tongue into her waiting mouth, probing deep, meeting her own flicking tongue, sending spurts of desire shooting into his loins. His arms went around her and he felt her firm breasts pressing into his chest. Her pelvic mound was grinding into his own, and he let his hands fall so that they cupped her cute, round little ass. The heady feel of her young body almost destroyed his control but, with an effort, he pushed her away. He held her by the shoulders and looked into her smoky eyes.
"You devil!" Ray ground out. "You maybe just weren't kidding about out getting fucked, were you?"
Marty pulled from his grasp and danced away, smiling back at him, noticing the bulge that had appeared in the front of his trousers.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she taunted. Then she disappeared into the hallway, her tinkling laughter echoing behind her. Ray stood staring after her, the feel of her body against his still tormenting him. In his eyes there was a calculating look. If she was as hot to trot as she implied, life was going to be an awful lot of fun from here on, he told himself.
In her room, Marty stripped to the buff and stepped in front of the huge, full-length mirror, admiring her shape, pinching and fondling her curves. She took the pin from her purse and went into the closet and took from the toe of one of her shoes, the charm bracelet. Her eyes glistened as she attached the pin to it and feasted her eyes on the growing collection. She only regretted that she couldn't wear the bracelet openly to proclaim to the whole town what a woman she had become. But she contented herself with just fondling it for a few moments, then returned it to its hiding place.
Suddenly she looked startled and went through her clothes which she had dropped in a pile beside the bed. Panic came to her eyes as she realized that she must have laid the paper bag with the birth-control pills down in the kitchen! Forgetting that she was nude, she dashed out of her room and down the hall, then into the kitchen. The bag was there on a small table just inside the door, where she had laid it when she had heard sounds coming from the living room, indicating that her aunt and uncle were still up.
With a sigh of relief, she grabbed the bag and darted for her bedroom. Just as she turned into her room, she caught a glimpse of Helen's face framed in the doorway of her own bedroom. Even in the dimness, Marty could make out the look of shock and anger that distorted her aunt's face. Once inside her room, she locked the door and grinned at her reflection in the mirror. If only Helen knew what was in that sack, and the meaning of the charm bracelet she had stashed away, she'd shit green!
Marty fell into a deep sleep quickly. She roamed in her dreams in a world of men, all with big hard-ons, all naked, groveling at her feet, begging for her sexual favors. But the only face that took form and brought recognition, was that of her Uncle Ray. Then the dream became a sudden nightmare as Ray crawled toward her, an offering in his hand, to be added to the heavily laden charm bracelet she dangled at him. She recoiled in sudden horror, snapping wide awake, wondering if she had screamed aloud.
The object that Ray was holding out to her had been a tiny gold miniature of a woman's body. Sticking into her abdomen was a knife, and the upthrust hilt of the weapon was in the form of a man's penis!