Chapter 1

At the moment, the seat by Joe Brown's side was empty and Joe hoped it would stay that way. Joe had spent a lot of time on during the last few years and he inevitably dreamed about having some beautiful friendly young chick get on board at the last minute and find no seat vacant except the one next to him. One thing would lead to another and after a long intimate conversation, they would head for the nearest hotel the moment the bus arrived at the station.

Unfortunately, it never seemed to happen and he had ceased to believe that the beautiful young chick would ever materialize and rather than try to communicate with someone boring, he preferred to be alone with his thoughts. The young man had been through a lot in the past few years and had been forced to grow up very abruptly. He had wanted to go to the university but he had not been able to afford it, so he had signed on board a freighter bound for South America hoping that eventually he would be able to save enough money to go back home and go to school. Well, here he was, three years later, older, richer and more experienced.

The young ex-sailor grinned to himself as he thought of the girls he had met in all the ports his ship had docked in. Oh, it had been fun at first, but after awhile they had all begun to look alike and he and his friends had even given up all hope of anything but straight forward unfriendly sex, despite the fact that some of the girls had learned to speak English reasonably well and he himself had mastered quite a few phrases in Spanish and Portuguese. But somehow, there had never been time for anything. On their few days of leave away from the ship, they had gotten into the habit of grabbing the first whore they could find, throwing her on her back and driving into her stomach without so much as a moment's foreplay, taking out their aggressions and hatred on the small, perfectly-formed bodies of these lithe, slender Indian and Spanish women.

Most of the girls he had, known in South America had been tired and uninteresting, selling their bodies for money and nothing more, and there had been a vulgar saying among the sailor's: Anyone who fucks a South American is too lazy to jack off!

But every so often, Joe had succeeded in finding a girl who still enjoyed her work at least a little and would take the trouble to put some effort into what she was doing. And these "special" girls had managed to convince him that a female South American knew more about love-making by the time she was fifteen than an American woman would ever learn.

Joe's penis jerked slightly in his pants as he recalled the last night he had spent in Aruba just before shipping out for the States and his final trip on the ship. He had gone to visit a girl whom he had begun to see rather regularly during his off duty hours, hoping she would be available to entertain him on his last night in town. The young girl was a whore, pure and simple, but she loved fucking better than anyone else in the world and the young sailor had always found her perfectly happy to indulge any obscene desire he might have.

As he walked in that last day, the girl had flown into his arms without a word, pressing her lithe, high-breasted body against him and pulled him urgently towards the bed. His sweat-soaked clothes had fallen off with fantastic speed and a moment later he had found himself as naked as she, lying on top of her softly yielding body, her firm little bud-like nipples boring into his chest. The pretty young Aruban prostitute had thrust her thigh high up into his loins as they writhed around on the narrow bed, bringing his already-stimulated cock to an almost unbearable state of throbbing hardness. It had been almost a month since he had last enjoyed a woman, and Joe could feel that the moisture was already seeping from the glands at the end of his long lust-thickened shaft, trapped between the soft surfaces of her tightly-clasped thighs.

"Oh, fuck me," she had murmured hotly. "Fuck me good!"

Then the tawny-skinned girl had massaged him with delicate, experienced fingers, stroking the red, blood-swollen tip of his cock until the young man was afraid he was going to explode, cumming all over the soft flat plane of her stomach even before he had gotten a chance to worm his thickly pulsing instrument up into the hidden recesses of her lust-inspiring body.

"I'm going home soon," he had whispered to her. "Let's make this one extra good."

"I will show you some things to teach the girls in America," she had promised in return. "I have heard your women do not know how to make love. Lie on your back, please."

Joe had obediently rolled over, knowing what she was going to do to him and enjoying it in advance as he looked down at her expectantly. The brown skinned, black-eyed girl had then crouched slavishly between his knees, stroking his cock with her hand and sliding the loose foreskin up and down over the muscular super-hardened shaft until Joe was sure he was going to lose his mind. Her face had hovered above him, only a few inches above the throbbing moist head of his cock, and the young sailor had discovered in that moment that his hips were possessed of a will of their own, rising and falling rhythmically as she massaged him.

A broad, man-pleasing grin had crossed her face then as she dropped her head slowly and torturously, her tongue flicking teasingly into the dampness of the hard pulsating gland, and this extremely erotic stimulation had forced a low groan of pleasure to the lips of the young sailor.

Soon, the crucial moment had arrived. While Joe had looked down with unconcealed ecstasy, the Aruban girl had closed her soft red lips around the sensitive head of his cock, her tongue lapping obscenely back and forth as she trapped the huge bulbous tip of his penis inside the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Joe had never had anything quite like this before in his young life, and he had looked down in amazement at the sight of his long hard shaft of flesh stuck luridly up into her tightly ovaled mouth while the girls had sucked on him like a mad-woman, using her hands to play with the soft, sensitive skin of his testicles. As she had slavered submissively over him, Joe had enjoyed the lashings of her tongue as she had twirled it maddeningly around the tiny opening of the involuntarily jerking gland at the end of his long heavily swollen penis. The wildly pleasurable sensations she was creating in his loins were mind-blowing to say the least, and the sight of her crouched over him like a slave made it all the better.

Somehow the girl had sensed that Joe was turning on powerfully by now, and she had worked like a demon to make him cum, laboring obscenely to force him to shoot off into her mouth, spewing the great steaming streams of white creamy semen into the depths of her willing throat. Enormous swirling sensations of heated desire had started to build up deep inside of him by this point, and the young sailor had realized that she was driving him inexorably towards the most powerful orgasm of his life. The muscles of his flat hard stomach had gone completely rigid and he had observed with lewd delight the tiny droplets of saliva oozing from the corners of her cock-stuffed mouth.

Then suddenly he had gasped as the spasm swept uncontrollably over him. His moment had arrived and he seized her head in a vise-like grip as he felt the white-hot cum begin its final charge from the repository in his aching sperm-bloated balls out through the wildly contracting channel of his penis and into the sanctuary of her madly-sucking mouth. Still watching the bent over prostitute like a hawk, Joe had seen her cheeks billow out like a balloon as her mouth was suddenly filled with the warm sensuous fluid, and he had expected her to stop immediately to spit out this lewd choking mixture of cum and saliva.

But instead, the girl had absolutely reveled in her masochistic debasement, gulping his obscene male cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. Even as his cock slowly wilted, she had continued to suck gently on him, never letting up on her efforts until she had brought his tingling penis back to its fully erected state. Then she had collapsed back on the bed, her legs sprayed lasciviously apart, inviting him to fuck her in the usual way.

Much later that night, when Joe had dressed to leave, the girl had cried a little and unexpectedly dropped to her knees in front of him as he had been counting out the usual payment with a little bit extra as a farewell present. She had removed his now exhausted cock from his pants one last time, kissed it with open-mouthed passion, and then slipped the money back into his pocket.

His last night in Aruba had been on the house!

The bus jolted to a stop and Joe Brown shook his head to drive away this mixed bag of recollections. For him, South America and her people were things of the past, to be forgotten if possible. He was a little long in the tooth to be starting college at the age of twenty-five, but the money he had saved from his jobs on ships over the years was going to pay his way. He had worked so hard just for this reason and now he had just enough money to make it through the four years he needed. And the added maturity and worldiness which came from his traveles and experiences should give him some advantages as far as the college girls were concerned. Joe had heard that most of these coeds were pretty wild, and a man no longer needed to visit a prostitute to get his rocks off; all you had to do was walk across the campus! Joe was perfectly serious about getting a good education, but he saw no reason why he couldn't enjoy himself while he was at it.

Then suddenly, the miracle happened! The door to the bus opened and in walked a girl, struggling with an assortment of handbags. Joe Brown sat back happily and gave his eyes a treat. She was about nineteen, and moved with the unconscious grace of a woman too young to have realized clearly how beautiful she was or what kind of an effect she had upon men. The newcomer to the car was a brunette, rather tall, and as she strained to move her cumbersome baggage down the narrow aisle, Joe could see that her sweater-covered breasts were unusually heavy and sensuous, swaying temptingly as she turned her voluptuously curved body. Her hips were narrow and well-formed and the short skirt she wore cut alluringly across her milk-white tapered thighs nearly a foot above her knees.

Joe shook his head in wonderment. Girls like this normally traveled with an escort or a parent. With a body and a face like that, it really was not wise for her to make a long journey like this alone!

Naturally, she would go and sit next to someone else. Brown knew better than to expect two miracles during the same bus ride, and he watched anxiously as her eyes swept the car, searching for an empty seat. Seeing the one next to him, she headed toward the amazed young ex-sailor who leaped instantly to his feet to help her with her bags.

"Hi!" she chirped in a friendly tone. "I'm Melanie Abbott."

"Hello," he responded somewhat more formally. "Are you going to Dallas?"

"Yes, I'm going to be a freshman at the University there. Isn't it exciting?"

Given the fact that several hundred thousand young teenagers rushed off somewhere every year to become freshmen, there was no particular reason why her announcement should be remarkable, but the girl's fresh innocent enthusiasm was contagious and Joe found himself confessing that he too was enrolling as a first year student, and before long the two new students were busily discussing the courses they intended to take.

Melanie vaguely recalled having been told by her parents that proper young ladies did not start conversations with strangers on buses or other public places, but after all, this young man seemed so pleasant and nice, not to mention the fact that he was a student like her. Joe explained the job he had been on for the past few years, and it gave her a warm safe feeling to be sitting next to an older, more experienced person, someone who could guide her if she needed advice. Not that anything bad was likely to happen, of course. According to a tourist book she had read, Dallas was a happy friendly city. She had looked at the brouchure published by the University and had scanned pages photographs showing happy healthy young people playing at sports or busily studying with smiles on their faces. Oh, there was no question about it! This was going to be the best experience of her life!

"Are you going to take English 1A?" inquired the ex-sailor, leafing through a university catalog.

"Yes, are you? That would be wonderful. We could sit together!" she gushed, without thinking of how her remark must have sounded. "I love English. I made good grades in it in high school, too."

Of course, life was not always going to be peaches and cream, Melanie reminded herself, and who knew what the future could bring? She had, for example, had her appendix out when she was thirteen, a most unpleasant experience, and then more recently, there had been the nasty business with Tony....

Melanie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, noticing that the old bus seemed to be vibrating a lot, and firmly resolving that she would not start day-dreaming about her last date with Tony again. It was over and done with, she insisted to herself. There was no reason to keep worrying about it, but unfortunately, Joe seemed to be busily studying his catalog and there was no light conversation to distract, her.

And it kept coming back to her, like the nightmare it had been. Tony had been her steady boyfriend throughout high school and the two of them had made quite a pair. The King and the Queen, their friends had called them, since he had excelled at all forms of sports, and she had always been considered the most attractive young lady in town. Tony's father was one of the wealthiest men in the state and his son was normally on his best behavior all of the time, but there were nights.....

There were nights when Tony was allowed to borrow his father's Cadillac to take her to a school dance or to a movie downtown. On his way home, the young man would normally suggest a "quiet chat" before turning in, and drive a few miles out of town to some secluded spot where the Highway patrol were not likely to harass them. Sex had never been really discussed in the Abbott home, but Melanie always had an uncomfortable feeling that she should not permit Tony to caress her ripe succulent breasts the way he liked to do, but she had heard that all the other girls at school permitted this and a lot more besides and she was anxious not to seem unsophisticated or childish about these things.

Some nights, Tony's hands had roamed even farther than usual and she had told him to stop, knowing that this was definitely a violation of the strict moral code her family had been pounding into her for so many years. Her mother particularly was something of a fanatic as far as religion was concerned and had always made it a point to send her to church every Sunday, ran or shine, and had warned her repeatedly about "impure acts" without ever giving her daughter a concrete idea of precisely what she meant by this vague term.

Liquor was another evil thing as far as Melanie's parents were concerned, and consequently the girl had never had too much to do with it until the night of the graduation party when she and Tony had very definitely had too much "punch" to drink. Afterwards, during their "quiet chat" in the countryside, she had relaxed in the soft cushioned back seat of the big luxurious car, her head pleasantly spinning with whiskey, and allowed her boyfriend to excite her with long penetrating kisses and to gradually unzip the back of her dress and unfasten the snap on her brassiere. She had told herself quite clearly that this was evil, but in actual fact, the thing had been too tight all evening and her heavy womanly breasts tumbled free of their restrictive confinement, making her sigh with real physical relief.

Capitualizing on her drunken confusion, her eager young boyfriend had placed his hands directly on the naked tender skin of her heavily rounded breasts, massaging the tiny brown nipples until they became hard and turgid, something which had never happened to her before. Other strange things were going on at the same time, and Melanie had shifted uneasily on the smooth fabric of the back seat, feeling an unfamiliar tingling sensation begin to build up in the base of her stomach, no it was even lower than that, it was down in the area between her legs and the tingling was causing her hips to shake back and forth as if she were trying to scratch an unusually persistant itch. She had been innocently deciding that it was the punch which was causing these strange reactions, when Tony had further complicated matters by lowering his head abruptly and fastening his greedy lips over one swollenly trembling nipple which he began to suck.

The sensation had been perfectly maddening, but the girl had had no prior experience with this bold and direct kind of sexual excitement, and she was too naive to realize that she was becoming powerfully stimulated by all the depraved things her boyfriend was doing to her. She had tried to consider the matter logically, wondering how far she could afford to let him go before it would be necessary to tell him very sternly that he had to stop.

But while she was pondering the matter, Tony had escalated the situation by slipping his hand directly up under her long skirt, pushing the dress far up over her cream-like white thighs. The dazzled young girl had been so occupied with what he was doing with the highly-sensitive bud-like little nipples on her breasts that she hardly noticed this new intrusion at first. Tony had made the most of his opportunity, plunging his obscenely probing fingers all. the way up past the tops of her nylon stockings and running his fingers lasciviously over the surface of her panties, causing a lewd pressure to the tingling "vee" of her virginal pussy.

"Oh no, Tony, please...." she had mumbled piteously, but the young athlete was now too powerfully aroused to remember his manners and he had pressed on with this indecent invasion, inserting his middle finger up underneath the elastic legband of her white cotton panties, and running it up into the soft moist pubic hair surrounding the tightly-closed lips of her hither-to-unpenetrated vagina. Accidentally, the tip of his maurauding finger had then brushed against the tiny pink button of her clitoris and an electric shock had raced immediately through her sensitive inexperienced body, forcing a moan involuntarily from her lips.

"Oh, my God," she had gasped, unable to believe that this was actually happening to a nice girl like her. "This is ... is what married people do, Tony! We mustn't!"

But Tony had ignored her. His own knowledge of sex was limited to what he had heard in locker-room discussions with the other male students, but he had realized that his girl was both fairly drunk and really stimulated, a situation worth pursuing. He had pushed harder, getting a few more fingers into the moist warm hair of her unresisting pussy and his middle finger had actually succeeded in penetrating past the quivering wet lips of her vagina. The obscenely impaled girl had wiggled desperately around on his hand, half wanting him to stop immediately, and half hoping he would go on like this forever, digging his sharp white teeth into the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts and stroking the glistening moistened nerve-endings of her pulsating little clitoris with his finger, until something happened to relieve the gnawing hungering sensation which was steadily building up inside of her trembling overexcited young body.

The next sound she had heard was the metallic rasp of a zipper being opened and with a shock, she had realized that Tony was undoing the front of his pants. She had studied about the male reproductive organ in biology class, and had a vague idea of how it was supposed to work, but naturally, she had never seen one before and somehow she had decided that this would all be less sinful if she did not see one now.

She got her eyes closed just in time, but the lust-driven young athlete had had no intention of letting her off that easily. With his free arm, he had guided her shaking hand down to the hardness of his rigidly erected cock and wrapped her fingers firmly around the long heavy shaft. Melanie's mind went into orbit. It had never occurred to her that a penis could be so large, so hard, so long! As she touched him, Tony had thrust his fingers even farther into her slowly-expanding little vaginal hole, and for a moment, absolutely intensive pleasure had flooded her entire body, causing her instinctively to squeeze his penis. Without knowing exactly what she was doing or why, the young girl had begun to message the thick leathery foreskin of his massive instrument, moving up and down firmly and forcing groan after groan to his lips.

The sexual thrills had started bombarding her intensively now and her staggered, alcohol-numbed mind had been too full of pleasure to allow for rational thought; without thinking, she had slowly allowed her thighs to separate, relaxing the muscles in her finely-tapered legs to give him even greater access to the mysteries of her moistly palpitating vagina. Melanie had not understood precisely what was happening at the time, but the orgiastic juices from deep inside her over-stimulated body were starting to flow and she could feel the moisture seeping slowly down between her legs and into the narrowly twisted-aside crotchband of her panties, wetting his hand and her dress beneath.

Then, suddenly, Tony had lost control and tried to roll on top of her, slipping his knee in between her widely-spread legs and trying to thrust his lust-thickened cock into the narrow wet cuntal opening now occupied by his fingers. Instinctively, she had fought back, clawing at him like a cornered animal and twisting violently back and forth to avoid the menacing cudgel of his penis.

He had succeeded in forcing the blunt, blood-engorged tip of his cock up beneath the elastic fibre of her panties when unexpectedly it had all happened. Groaning as if he had been wounded, the hard-bodied athlete had collapsed on top of her writhing and twisting young body and she had felt a steaming jet of hot sticky fluid spray into the warm tangle of her unprotected pubic hair, drenching the open vulnerable lips of her cunt and dripping obscenely down onto her dress.

And that had been the end of it. As if he were angry at something, Tony had pulled himself away from her, mumbling something about a "cock-teaser", rapidly adjusting his clothing and peering apprehensively out the window to make sure they had not been observed. Whimpering with fear and unhappiness, Melanie had used the hankie in her purse to wipe away the warm pungent cum from her nakedly exposed skin, and then struggled back into the confinement of her brassiere.

As soon as she was decent, Tony had hurled himself into the front seat and had driven her rapidly home without saying another word. A few minutes later, she had found herself alone on the sidewalk in front of her house, wondering what all of this could possibly have meant.

"Oh, were you sleeping?"

"Uh...? Oh, I guess I was just day-dreaming," Melanie stammered, blushing up to her ear-lobes, as if the young ex-sailor next to her had somehow been able to read her mind.

"I just asked you if you'd done much traveling before," Joe continued, wondering what had brought on her sudden embarrassment and trying to get the conversation rolling again. By a stroke of sheer good fortune, he had found this gorgeous creature before the other men on campus had laid eyes on her, and he wanted to capitalize on his advantage while it lasted. Naturally he realized that this was not the kind of gal he could expect to take to bed after the first date. She looked distinctly on the innocent side, possibly even-horror of horrors-a virgin, and it would take a little of the flowers and candy treatment to bring her around. But unless this were a very exceptional campus, she was going to be the best looking woman at the university, and Joe knew he had to cement their relationship while he could.

"Yes," Melanie finally got her wits together enough to answer his question. "Daddy and Mamma took me to England two years ago and Germany the year before that. But really I haven't seen too much of the United States. Have you traveled a lot?"

"Oh, I've knocked around the States enough," admitted Joe casually, making an effort to sound like a sophisticated man of the world. "And while I was on the ship in South America, I got to see a lot of the country-side and spend a couple of days in the Carribean."

"Oh, how interesting, I've always wanted to see South America, you know, the Incas and Aztec's ruins, and everything. But it must have been lonesome for you, so far away from home?"

"Well, I met a lot of good friends down there, but for female companionship, we were up a creek. My shipmates had to make do with the pros."

"What's a pro?"

Joe looked at her for a moment to make sure she was not kidding him, but quickly realized that the girl was even more innocent than he had imagined.

"A Prostitute," he explained nonchalantly. "Some of them had learned quite a lot of English in bed and I met one or two who had first-class minds, as well as pretty interesting bodies."

"Oh, prostitutes," whispered Melanie, shocked that such a nice young man would lower himself to associate with such terrible people, and feeling her blush return at the same time, "I've heard my father talking about them, although naturally we don't have any in my home town. He saw one once in Boston."

"Was she any good?"

"Oh no, I don't mean that he ... you know ... went with her or anything. He just saw her on the street," stumbled Melanie, now more embarrassed than ever, but not wanting to appear like an unsophisticated hick in front of this obviously-experienced young man. "Weren't you afraid ... you know ... of getting some kind of a disease by ... uh, spending your time with those girls?"

"Honey, you don't get syph from spending time with prostitutes, you get it by making love to them, and I did, but thanks to the wonders of penicillin, I was out of the woods in no time at all."

Melanie was a little startled at the idea of sitting next to a man who had actually been in bed with a prostitute and suddenly she gazed at him and found herself imagining what he looked like naked, wondering if his "thing" was as big as Tony's monstrous penis that she had held in her hand that night. She was instantly ashamed of this obscene thought and could feel her face turning the color of a fire truck.

"Hey, you look pretty when you blush," Joe kidded her. "If talking about prostitutes embarrasses you, we could talk about something else."

Now he's treating me like a child, Melanie thought, angry at herself for having revealed her innocence.

"No, not in the slightest," she replied, giving him a little of her finishing school voice. "I assure you that I am quite sophisticated about these things. In fact, my friends all know how hard it is to shock me."

"Really," responded the ex-sailor, immediately deciding to pick up the challenge and knowing that some girls got turned on by a little rough talk. "I would say just from looking at you that you're a typical small-town virgin."

"Why, how dare you say a thing like that!" she hissed at him, dreadfully afraid that the other passengers would overhear this lurid conversation.

"Well, are you?"

"Oh ... I'm not sure. ... I mean, No! No! I mean Yes!" she babbled, realizing that she was making a perfect fool of herself. In actual fact, Melanie was not totally sure in her own mind whether she could truthfully claim to be a virgin or not. The night of the "incident" with Tony, he had been digging his fingers cruelly into her unused little cunt, and even though he had never quite succeeded in penetrating her with his rigid lust-hardened penis, there had been traces of blood on her legs when she had inspected herself in the bathroom that night, and she had been worrying ever since that he might have pierced the thin delicate membrane of her hymen with his cruelly invading fingers.

"Now, would you like to explain what all that was supposed to mean," Joe laughed, unable to believe that anyone as good-looking and sexually desirable as Melanie could possibly be uncertain about the exact status of her virginity.

"I've done a great deal of horseback riding," the embarrassed girl explained, avoiding his eyes and pulling away from him in the seat, having remembered just in time that girls who rode a lot sometimes lost their virginity naturally that way. "And anyway, I don't see how my virginity is any of your business!"

"No, I suppose it isn't, honey, and I'm sorry if I pissed you ... I mean, if I offended you, but you know, the fact is, I'm a little worried about you."

"I see no reason why you should be! An hour's conversation doesn't make me your girl friend!"

"I guess it doesn't, although I hope you'll give me the chance to work on that as well," Joe continued, looking at her seriously. "No, what worries me is the fact that you look a little innocent to be wandering around Dallas alone. This is a big bad city, honey."

"Are you suggesting I'm not capable of looking after myself?"

"Yeah, more or less," Joe admitted, lighting a cigarette and offering her one. The girl hesitated, then accepted his peace offering, leaning forward to allow him to light it for her.

"Now, for example, if a guy offered you a cigarette and it was rolleed by hand, would you take it?"

Melanie considered. Her parents disapproved of her smoking, but they did it themselves and the girl had learned to enjoy an occasional puff.

"Yes, I suppose I would, if he were a nice boy who didn't keep asking me about my virginity. What difference does it make how it was rolled?"

"Well now, Melanie, honey, have you ever learned about marijuana?"

"Of course! It's a drug and I hear it's harmless."

"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't," Joe replied slowly. "The point is that it does funny things to your head. Now a guy who finds a chick as naive as you are is liable to slip you one and then try some funny stuff."

"Not a chance. I never go around with that kind of a person."

"Okay, okay, have it your way," he finally conceeded, seeing that further argument was useless. "But look, at least let me give you a telephone number in Dallas where I can be reached. I'm staying near the campus at a friend's place and if you run into difficulties, you can give me a call and I'll come running."

"Just like the calvary!" retorted Melanie sarcastically. "I assure you I'll be quite all right. There's nothing to be afraid of in a place like Dallas."

But Joe jotted a telephone number on a slip of paper and stuffed it into her purse anyway. Too bad, he thought dejectedly. I always manage to put my foot in my mouth one way or another. She's built like a million dollars and that face could win beauty contest all by itself, but she hasn't learned which end is up yet, and that's going to land her in lots of trouble before long!