Chapter 4
It was nearly midnight, but Laurie couldn't get to sleep. She had two dull, throbbing aches-one in her loins from the rape, the other in the vicinity of her heart from Tom's failure to believe she'd been raped. She lay staring up at the darkened ceiling in the girls' "dorm", almost wishing the rapists had killed her.
Tom's reaction was the worst part of the whole sordid business. His disbelief was too bitter for her to swallow. Every time she recalled his expression there in the house, the second before he'd turned his back toward her, Laurie began crying anew, but silently, so as not to awaken her co-workers.
More than anything, Laurie wanted Tom to believe her. She also wanted him to take her home, because now the money she could earn from selling magazine subscriptions meant nothing. She was willing to do anything to make Tom believe she had truly been raped. She knew what he must be thinking, and she knew that somehow she had to prove herself to him, to convince him of the truth.
There was a desperate need inside her that only Tom's expression of continuing love could satisfy. Deep down, Laurie knew he still loved her, even if his ego was temporarily crushed by his doubt. Laurie knew that she had to set him straight. It wouldn't do to let him go on thinking heaven-knows-what about her.
In retrospect, she couldn't really blame him for doubting her story, because the facts hadn't borne her out. It was like a horrible nightmare, going back to the house where she'd been raped only to find nearly everything in it different, including the people. But she had been raped, and in that house, and she had to convince Tom of it because she loved him with all her heart and was willing to appear a fool, if necessary, to prove herself worthy of his love.
Laurie decided she would go to the police the next morning and tell them everything, exactly as it had happened. Maybe they wouldn't believe her, either, but they would have to investigate it, and if they investigated her story she would either be exonerated or branded as a liar.
Again she tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't, not with Tom sulking in his room, probably cursing her and thinking all kinds of awful things about her. Realizing she would get no rest unless she tried to talk some sense into her boy friend, Laurie got out of bed and put on her slippers and robe.
She tiptoed from the girls' room and made her way down the corridor toward Tom's private room. She was willing to give herself to him if he wanted her, even though her cunt was still sore from the hard screwing the two men had given it. She was willing to do anything he asked of her, if only he would believe the truth and say he loved her. She was even willing to let him put her through college and share a pad with him, without getting married 'til he was graduated and his father would give his consent.
Laurie's hand was poised to knock on Tom's door when she thought she heard a woman's voice inside the room. Immediately her jealousy rose to the fore, and instead of knocking she pressed her ear to her boy friend's door. A lump formed in her throat when she heard the familiar female voice more clearly. Tom definitely had a woman in his room, and it sounded like Sue Caldwell, the girls' crew chief, who had no business being in Tom's room any time, and certainly not in the middle of the night.
The ache surrounding Laurie's heart became more intense. She started to knock anyway, but decided she'd better not. Tom was already angry with her, and Laurie feared that if she interrupted him at an embarrassing moment it would make things worse between them. Through no fault of her own, Laurie was in no position to cause a scene or make any demands on the young man she loved, and she realized the bitter fact all too well.
She had decided to return to her bed and suffer the new hurt silently when, impulsively, she grasped his doorknob and gave it a twist. To her surprise, the knob turned and the door opened about an inch. Laurie could hear their voices more clearly through the cracked door. Tom sounded sullen, whereas the woman's tone was soothing and seductive. Laurie's catlike curiosity got the best of her. It sounded like Sue in there with her fiance, or perhaps her ex-fiance, but the jealous teen-ager couldn't be sure. She had to find out definitely who the bitch was, because she knew she wouldn't sleep a wink if she didn't.
Recalling from the one time she'd been in Tom's room that it contained a shoulder-high planter between the door and the offset room itself, which gave the effect of a foyer, Laurie eased open the door just enough and slipped inside. Soundlessly she shut the door, holding her breath until she turned around and saw that her entrance had gone unnoticed. From where she was standing just inside the door, Laurie couldn't see the bed, or Tom, or the woman.
Crouching down slightly to avoid detection, Laurie sneaked to the brick planter wall and peered through its plastic plants. Her aching heart skipped a beat. They were on the bed, arid the woman was Sue Caldwell. Both of them were lying down, Tom on his back and Vince's redheaded wife propped up on her elbow. Laurie supposed she should be grateful that both of them were fully dressed and not in any sort of physical contact, but she wasn't. From the looks of things, Laurie knew it wouldn't be long until the tipsy woman would try to get more cozy with her frustrated boy friend.
Already Sue had her shoes off and her skirt hiked so far up her legs that Laurie could see she wore no panties and wasn't a true redhead, even if Tom was for the moment too mentally preoccupied to notice.
"Honest to God, Sue, I just don't know what to think," Tom was saying. "I want to believe her. I've never known Laurie to lie before, but that tale she told was too far-out to be true!"
"Who knows?" the full-bodied woman drawled. "Maybe it happened just the way she said."
When she heard Sue standing up for her, Laurie felt like running to the bed and kissing her. Then Sue spoke again and shattered the tiny ray of hope her first statement had given the troubled Laurie.
"And then again," Sue said, pausing to giggle drunkenly, "maybe she's fuckin' 'round on you and has been all along."
"No," Tom said confidently. "She still had her cherry just the other day."
"And how do you know, my handsome young man?"
"Never mind, Sue. I know."
"Naughty boy," Sue teased, a gleam in her eyes as she slapped Tom on the thigh and left her hand resting dangerously close to his groin. "Tell me how you know, Tommy. Did you find little Laurie's maidenhead with your finger, or with this?"
Laurie gritted her teeth as she watched the brazen hussy slide her hand up Tom's thigh and rub his crotch suggestively.
"You'd better go back to your room, Sue," Tom said, glancing down at her hand. "I think maybe you've had one too many."
"I know exactly what I'm doin', Tommy boy," she said, and unzipped his fly.
"I'm in no mood for teasing," Tom warned.
"Who's teasin', Tommy? Not me."
"What about your husband?"
"Piss on my husband," Sue pouted. "Don' you worry 'bout old Vince. He gets plenty young nookie. Can't keep his hands off pretty young bottoms."
"Yeah, so I noticed," Tom muttered, running his hand under Sue's hiked-up dress and feeling her snatch. "You came prepared, didn't you, baby?"
"Didn't want to put any obs-obsti-cles in your way, lover boy," Sue crooned. "You like my twat? Feel it nibbling your finner?"
"Yeah, baby, you got some kind of control in that thing."
"Come on, Tommy boy. Let's get undressed and rip off a wild piece o' ass. Okay?"
They began undressing, themselves not each other, and it was all Laurie could do to keep from screaming her jealous indignation.
"Do you think Laurie was really raped?" Tom asked.
"I dunno," Sue said, fumbling to unhook her bra, "Wouldn't put anythin' past Vince nowadays."
"Huh?"
"Help me with this god'amn bra, will ya?"
Tom went around the bed and unhooked her brassiere. "What did you say?"
"I said, help me with this god'amn bra . . . and you did. An' I thank you, kin' sir."
"No, I mean about Vince."
Sue winked slyly. "Ole Vince likes young chickies, Tommy boy. He'll fuck 'em in a minute ... an' make lot'sa money off 'em, too. Money and chickies . . . chickies and money. . . that's what makes my ole man go 'round."
The tipsy redhead blinked, then shook her head, and when she spoke again she sounded considerably more sober. "Vince makes money both ways, Tommy boy. He gets handsome young studs like you out hustlin' mag'zine subs-subscriptions for 'im, too . . .jus' like he does the pretty young chickies."
"Yeah," Tom chuckled, "Vince has really got a sweet racket going for him."
"Huh?" Sue asked, stiffening her back and perking up her head. "Wha'cha mean by that crack?"
"With twelve stupid kids out hustling his mags for peanuts, and you doing half the training and all the damned book work, I'd say the sonovabitch has things going pretty much his way, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," Sue said, and sort of relaxed. "The sonovabitch has got himself a racket, at that, huh? But he don' 'predate me, Tommy boy. He's all'a time sniffin' 'round for new young pussy and lettin' me suffer. I gotta have my fuckin' th' same as any other red-blooded 'merican girl. You gonna gimme some good fuckin', honey?"
"You bet, baby," Tom said, pushing down his shorts. "Just put your bod' on the bed and spread your legs, then leave the rest to me."
"Oh, Tommy boy!" Sue exclaimed when she got a good look at his erect organ. "You really got a hammer there, honey! You put your ass on the bed! I'm gonna eat some o' that sweet meat 'fore I hop on it and take a long, hard ride!"
Tom lay down on his back, and Sue climbed onto the bed and leaned over him.
Laurie couldn't believe her eyes and ears. It was inconceivable to her that any woman would actually want to engage in the disgusting perversion which she herself had resisted until the rapists forced her to do it. It was becoming painfully obvious that Mrs. Caldwell wasn't the lady Laurie had thought her to be. No lady would willingly do what Sue was doing to Tom, Laurie reasoned as she gawked at the woman's pink tongue slithering all over Tom's stiff penis. Then Sue took the top half of his organ in her mouth and began bobbing her head on it, and Laurie clenched her trembling hands into fists.
To the peeking girl, the most upsetting part of the lewd act was her fiance's reaction to it. Tom's sighs and moans left no doubt in Laurie's mind that he liked having his thing sucked, and she wondered if he would ever dare ask her to do it for him. She hoped not. She didn't ever want to do a dirty thing like that again.
"Go, baby!" Tom encouraged. "God, you suck a mean cock! All the way, Sue! I got some tight nuts, and they're about to blow already!"
"Mmmm," came Sue's nasal reply.
Laurie stared unblinkingly as her boss sucked her boy friend's dick so hard her cheeks sank inward and her lips distended out around his shiny, wet shaft. She thought, Look at Sue! She loves it! God, how can she go on sucking him when she knows he's about to come? Did I look that depraved when that awful man made me suck his dirty penis? I did lose my head for a minute. God help me, but I did! I'd do it for you, Tom! I'll do it now if you'll only send that bitch away! I love you, darling! If you only knew how it hurts me to see you with Sue, you'd send her away right now and take me home!
But Tom didn't know how the sight of Sue sucking his cock hurt Laurie, because he had no idea she knew anything about it. At the moment, he wouldn't have cared anyway. The first twitchings of his orgasm had started, and his convulsing prostate gland was pumping a mass of thick semen up his throbbing shaft.
"Uuuh . . . UNNGGHHHH!'' he groaned, and sent a stream of sperm gushing into his happy cocksucker's mouth.
Sue accepted the youth's pent-up load as her just reward and sighed with satisfaction as she gulped it down jet by jet.
The climactic moment didn't go unobserved. Laurie wanted to close her eyes or turn her head, but she didn't do either. Her excited eyes and ears took in everything, and she found herself envying the woman because Tom was giving Sue the love juice which rightfully belonged to her. The mixture of passion and jealousy swirling within Laurie made her wish she could shove Sue aside and suck Tom's nice dick herself.
What's wrong with me? the tormented girl moaned inwardly. I've never had dirty thoughts like this before! Did being raped do this to me? Oh, God! I'm so mixed up! Is it dirty to want to suck my sweet Tom's dick? I don't know! I don't think I care any more! I do want to suck him .. . whether it's dirty or not! Oh, Tom! I love you, darling! So much! It's killing me to watch you with Sue!
Sue drank Tom dry and sucked the final drops of cream from his still-stiff rod before she lifted her head and cooed, "That was a nice big drink of jizz, honey! God, it was good! Don't let that horn go down, whatever you do, 'cause Sue's ready to ride the big mutha!"
"Get it in, baby," Tom said. "Put some hot cunt around it and it's good for a while yet. It won't let you down. Your suffering is over for tonight!"
From her secret vantage point, Laurie could see the bottoms of Tom's feet and up between his barely parted legs. She watched his hairy testicles relaxing and his dick wavering strong as ever above them, and her pussy actually dribbled for it. Then she saw Sue swing astride his loins and grasp the turgid shaft, only to guide the lovely head to her brown-haired cunt and make it disappear. Sue's cry of pleasure rang obscenely in Laurie's alert ears as she watched the woman skid down Tom's spit-slick pole and impale herself on it.
"Jesus, that fits perfect, Tommy boy!" Sue crooned, undulating her hips with her pubic mound pressed tight against Tom's. "We'll do this a lot.. . mmmm ... this summer, honey!"
"Suits me," Tom said. "Long as your husband doesn't find out."
"Fuck old Vince!" Sue exclaimed, bouncing with four-inch strokes on Tom's dick. "I'm fed up with his chickie-catching. Aaah . . . Tommy, Tommy! No thin' I can do about it, though. Vince'll keep breakin' in pretty little girls long as . . . ohhhh . . . they're stupid enough to . . . ahhh, oh, sweet dick . . . fall into his . . . God, that feels good!"
Sue fell on top of Tom and French-kissed him, her ass pumping wildly, her posture giving Laurie a good view of the cock-cunt action.
Though Laurie had played with herself less than a half-dozen times in her entire life, she couldn't resist slipping her hand inside her robe and under her nightgown. Her brown eyes were nearly green with jealousy at the sight of her Tom kissing that wanton bitch and letting her ride his dick, but she was fascinated by what they were doing. The uninhibited act of intercourse taking place before her eyes humiliated and angered her, but it also turned her on despite her seething resentment.
Laurie seemed to have no control over her emotions, or over her hand, which she allowed to dive between her legs and come into contact with the secretion-drenched crotchband of her panties. Sore pussy or not, it felt good to touch her hot, tingling sex hole, and she semiconsciously rubbed her tender slit through its thin covering of nylon while she kept her gaze riveted to her boss' and lover's joined genitals.
The raped, thought-to-be-a-liar teen-ager had come to her fiance's room to make amends and alleviate her suffering. Now she was suffering all the more. Her mind was in a spin, and a mass of totally incompatible emotions churned within her feverish body. She had her hand inside her panties and was inserting her middle finger into her hungry sex slot before she realized what she was doing.
She jerked her hand away and groaned mentally, I'm losing my mind! Tom, honey, this is driving me insane! I can't take it!
What Laurie considered to be a horrible sight held her transfixed, however, and she couldn't force herself to leave. Tears misted her eyes and she wrung her hands, but she continued to crouch at the brick planter like a sneak thief and peer through the plastic plants like a kid with her nose pressed to a candy-store window.
She felt left out, unwanted and unloved, and in her sexually aroused condition it was pure misery for Laurie. Sue was sitting up now, and Laurie could see the woman's fleshy buttocks contracting quiveringly as she skimmed her wet-looking labia rapidly up and down six inches of Tom's throbbing penis.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" Sue yelped. "Are you close?"
"Any time you're ready," Laurie heard her boy friend reply pantingly.
"Ohhh!" Sue sighed, sinking forward and mashing her floppy big tits against Tom's chest. "Roll me over, Tom! Get on top now!"
Laurie bit her lip as she watched them turn over without breaking their sexual connection; then they were off and running again, this time with Tom's tensed buttocks arcing furiously as he plunged his dong piston-like within Sue's fluttering hole.
"Fuck me!" Sue cried.
A suppressed sob escaped Laurie when she saw her darling intensify his efforts. Oh, Tom! Nooo! her jealous mind moaned.
"Harder, Tommy... harder, baby! Oh, God, give it to meee!"
Don't, Tom! Laurie wanted to shout. Don't give it to HER! It's mine, darling! You're mine! I love you, love you!
"Ready?" Tom rasped.
"Yesss!" Sue groaned, throwing her legs wide and hammering her pussy up to his plunging rod. "Oh, Christ, yes! Go, Tommy! Go, you beautiful young stud! Come! Now! Ohhh . . . ahhhh . COMING... AHHHH... OHHHH. . . OH, YESSSS . . . DARLING! SHOOT IT, TOMMY . . . UUUNNNNN... OH, MY GOD, THAT'S GOOD!!!"
Laurie could hear her fiance's rhythmic grunts of fulfillment and see his anus and balls convulsing, and she couldn't stand to watch them a second longer. Tears streaming down her crimson cheeks, she sneaked from his room.