Chapter 8
More than the revulsion was the utter, gripping fear that filled Jan Arlen in the wake of Jenny Evan's early visit. It was Saturday and she had scheduled no students; plus, it was Shelly Carter's day off, the only two things she could be thankful for on that horrifying morning. The unexpected presence of the heavily made-up fat woman at her door immediately added to the almost nauseating emotions which had plagued her since awakening. For the first time in all of her lustful seductions, she knew the feeling of remorse ... remorse built on apprehension, for certainly, this time she had blindly compromised herself!
In the past, she had always managed to maintain the upper-hand in her lecherous games, but suddenly, all of that had changed. Not that either of the boys were apt to take advantage of her; anyway, she felt confident that she could handle them, but Shelly was another story. Hadn't the shrewd teenager openly spoken of blackmail?
It was the latter dreaded thought which had brought the voluptuous blonde music teacher to her abrupt decision. She would sever all ties in Shale Canyon and leave there immediately, before the girl returned to work on Monday! In fact, she had already set about packing and planning where she would go and the movement of her things, when the unexpected caller appeared at her door!
Now, in the aftermath of that loathsome experience, Jan slumped heavily into a chair, a water-glass half-filled with straight vodka in her hand. Dear God, if she ever needed something to calm her, she needed it at that moment! She still couldn't believe the ugly woman's deplorable proposition, which was nothing more than blackmail, either! But even worse was the way she had come by her accusations, admittedly watching her house and brazenly peeping in her window during broad daylight! Whether that was true or not, Jan had no way of knowing, but the fact that her allegations were near-accurate was enough to strike terror in her! As the parrot-nosed woman had so arrogantly put it, "I'm sure you will agree, my dear, that getting the truth out of those young people wouldn't be too much of a problem for the authorities ... "
Jan had been too shocked to answer her, but if there'd been any doubt concerning the thick-lipped woman's abhorrent intentions, they were short-lived when she lay her pudgy hand on the naked flesh of Jan's arm and applied gentle, meaningful pressure. " ... Though, there's no need for alarm," she had gone on, her red-rouged lips spreading in a lewd smile. "I feel certain that you and I think a great deal alike ... and will get on well together, don't you, dear ... ?"
Just the memory of the vile woman's intolerable touch to her naked flesh made Jan cringe in revulsion. She gulped at her drink, taking half of it as she tried to remember what she had screamed at Jenny Evans. Something terrible, and evidently it had been affective, for the ugly woman had stormed from her house with blazing eyes, promising revenge the likes of which she'd never even imagined ... !
Dear God, if she hadn't already been certain enough, there was no doubt in her mind now but what she had to leave there, and as soon as possible. Yet, at the same time, there was a question of money to be considered. Oh, she had enough to get out of the Canyon without any difficulties, but to set herself up somewhere so that she could teach was another matter ...
The jangle of her telephone startled the blonde girl into leaping to her feet. She gasped out a sigh when she realized what it was. My God, was she that close to panic ... ? It rang again as she stood there staring across the room at it. Should she answer ... ? Could it be more trouble for her ... ?
She had moved across the room and picked up the instrument before she realized what she was doing. With her hand over the mouthpiece, she placed it to her ear and listened ...
"Hello ... hello ... this is the long distance operator ... hello," an efficient female voice informed. "Hello ...
"Y-Yes ... "Jan weakly stammered.
"Long distance calling for Miss Janice Arlen."
" ... Th-This is she ... "
"Miss Janice Arlen?" the voice skillfully repeated.
"Yes, this is Janice Arlen ... "
"We have your party," the operator said. "Go ahead, sir."
Then, a male voice said: "Jan ... ? Is that you, Jan ... ?"
It was a strange mixture of joy and confused anxiety that raced through the curvaceous girl's entire being as she recognized his voice. For a moment, her words wouldn't come and he kept repeating his question ... "Y—Yes ... Ken ... it's me," she finally choked out.
"Damn! I-I can't believe it! At last ... I've ran you down!" his words of elation came clearly to her as if he were next door. "You have no idea what I've been through trying to locate you, girl! H—How are you, for God's sake ... say something so that I can hear your voice!"
Jan couldn't help but laugh, a warm sensation of growing delight washing through her at his excitement. "I—I'm fine, Ken. How are you?"
"Right at this minute, just about out of my mind with joy!" he quickly answered. "Damn baby, I've been trying to find you for months! Why did you run out on me like that? Didn't you know it would just about kill me?"
"I—I thought it was best ... after what had happened ... "
"Best! Christ, you couldn't have done anything worse to me if you tried!" he half-whined hi that peculiar way of his that had invariably aroused the maternal female in her. "Jan ... listen darling, I've got to see you and talk to you! I don't care what happened between us ... in fact, I don't even remember what it was! We belong together, Honey ... you must know that by now ... !"
He said more, but Jan hardly heard him. Her brain was suddenly too filled with the realization that he, Ken Rivers, was her salvation from the terrible situation confronting her ...!
"Jan ... ? Jan, are you still there ... ?"
"Yes, Ken, I'm still here ... listening," she said, adopting an even softer tone of warmth. "Where are you calling from?"
"San Francisco, but I can be there in hours!" he hastily assured her. "I should be able to get a flight out of here without too much difficulty ... Look, I'll be there mo later than this evening, Darling ... and we've got to talk! Christ, Jan ... I love you ...!"
She hadn't expected that. Again, for a long moment, the beautiful blonde girl hesitated to answer. Her brain reeled. My God, how could she think of such feelings at a time like this? Love ... ? All that she knew was that she needed him, and at any price at that moment ... !
"Y—Yes ... please come, Ken ... I'll be waiting for you ... only hurry ... darling!" she heard herself say, then bit at her petulant lower-lip.
"Christ!" she heard him gasp. "Just you sit tight, Baby, and I'll be there as fast as that plane can fly! And honey, I meant it, Hove you!"
"I—I know, Ken ... I know," she managed, avoiding the expected reply. "Don't waste any more time, Darling. Just get here as soon as possible!"
"Your wish is my command, Angel!" he tritely replied, his voice filled with exuberance. "Now, give me your address so that I won't be stumbling all over that burg ... "
She had, then slowly cradled the phone before returning to her chair to pick up her drink. Automatically, she swallowed at its contents, feeling it burn soothingly in her belly. God ... what had she done? Using him ... yes, that's what it was called! She was going to use him ... and he still loved her, after what she'd done to him! But ... where else could she turn? She had no one ... and she had to think of herself ... didn't she ... ?
Jan had drank several more raw vodkas while she packed valises and planned her receptance of Ken Rivers. The liquor had considerably spiked her courage, say nothing of the way she would handle her ex-boyfriend-lover. Beyond that, it had artificially broadened her philosophy regarding any obligation she might have to him. After all, it was a dog-eat-dog world, wasn't it? And that fat lesbian bitch, daring to approach her the way she had? Just the thought was enough to make her want to vomit! She would be well rid of this nauseating neighborhood of animals, and her beloved Ken was going to help her do that!
She had just sat upon and secured a suitcase when the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Probably the dry-cleaning, she thought, unhesitatingly walking from her bedroom toward the right, the effects of the vodka and Ken's expected appearance wiping away most of her apprehension. It was too early for her ex-lover's arrival, and about time the cleaners made their Saturday delivery.
With a smile, Jan jerked open the door, hardly prepared for whom she saw. She wore only panties and a light robe thrown loosely around her since morning, but at the faint recognition of them, she immediately drew it tighter together at her throat. Gus Edwards, she recognized immediately, being Dickie's father, but the other two were hazy in her mind. She took a step backwards, noting that her student's father was hardly smiling, and managed:
"Yes ... can I help you, gentlemen?"
"I wouldn't be surprised but what you could!" Gus said, then grabbed the knob of the screened-door, jerking it open. With his eyes on her, but twisting his head, he burlesquely added:
"Come along, gentlemen! Please come in ... !"
Jan had no choice but to back away from their uninvited invasion, though she was stammering for words, a sense of knotting tightness clutching at her belly.
"Don't trouble yourself with questions, Miss Arlen," Gus cut her short, his watery grey-eyes licentiously sweeping over her. 'These gentlemen are Mr. Trumble and Mr. Evans, stalwart pillars of the community ... the community you've chosen to play naughty with, Miss Arlen ... and with my son, yet!"
"I-I don't understand." Jan stupidly managed, quivers of fear evident in her voice. "There ... there must be some mistake ... !"
"There is, baby, and you made it!" Gus Edwards snapped pulling the tiny pair of black, nylon-panties he'd taken from beneath his son's mattress from his pocket and tossing them at her. "Those will fit that lush ass of yours, I'll wager, and the initials match just fine. Dickie had them tucked away, and needless to say when his mother found them it raised our curiosity ... ."
"He ... he must have stolen them ... my God!" Jan gasped, numbly staring at the wispy garment in her hands.
"Ordinarily, I'd buy that, bitch!" Gus spat at her, his watery grey-eyes blazing with mounting lust as he watched her back across the room away from him and his two companions. "But it so happened that the three of us were having lunch together and a boy named Felix Ronson was walking by. To make a long story short, for twenty-bucks he spilled his guts ... and that's why we're here! It seems that you, among other things, like to suck cocks ... little boy-cocks ... is that right, cunt?"
"Ooooohh ... God almighty ... !" Jan choked, her knees jelling and her brain beginning to frantically reel. Wildly, her eyes jerked from one leering face to the other as she fell backwards a step, her cheeks paling.
"Let me warn you of your rights, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans, the bald-headed, fat attorney sniggeringly taunted. "Anything you say can be held against you however, you may call the police if you like ... or in lieu of that, accept the punishment of this hastily, thrown-together tribunal. I assure you, we'll take into consideration the fact that you're a delicate and luscious female specimen who prefers boy's cocks to men's ... but then, perhaps when we've finished you'll realize the error of your ways and be ready to face sex in a more normal fashion ... "
"Yeah, like fucking and sucking men instead of kids," Frank Trumble lewdly added. "Now, let's get off the shit and get to the meat of the problem ... gentlemen!"
Jan could only moan out her awe-stricken horror at their foul words and obvious intentions. She was swaying dangerously on her feet, almost welcoming the supporting arms of Gus Edwards and Frank Trumble as they caught at each of her own. The robe she had held loosely around her fell partially open and suddenly she felt each of their big, hot hands clutching at the supple flesh of her naked breasts, as they held her upright with their arms locked through hers. Again, she moaned to their squeezing, pawing hands mauling the unprotected resilient mounds, the sudden smell of their liquor-tainted breaths sending further jolts of fear racing through her.
"Christ, she's got the kind of tits I knew she'd have ... lush and firm!" Frank Trumble lewdly commented. "But I never thought I was going to get my hands on them ... which just shows how wrong a guy can be, eh? You can't imagine, baby, how long I've wanted to get a hold of these like this! And get my stiff cock in that sweet pussy of yours ...!
"Before this day's over, she's going to know the meaning of the word cock!" Gus Edwards luridly put in. "Only it'll be man-sized cock, no kid stuff! I'll bet she'll get enough prick inside her to last a lifetime, eh gentlemen ?"
"Oh ... oh God ... no, please don't... ?" Jan whimperingly begged as they continued to cruelly abuse her exposed, sensitive breasts, then began to walk her toward her bedroom. "Ooohh ... please stop ... ?"
"What's the matter, bitch, not woman enough to handle a man?" Gus threw at her. "Now if we were teenaged kids it'd be okay, is that it? You'd have all of our young cocks out by this time, licking and sucking them like the fucking witch you are!"
"I'm afraid your wasting your time, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans said with a vulgar laugh. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate and strip to the task. Otherwise, we'll have to do it for you and rape that sweet ass of yours to our heart's content. Now, which way do you prefer, my dear, because you're going to get it one way or the other?"
Dear God in heaven! She was helpless ... there was nothing she could do to defend herself against them, Jan realized in creeping despair. They meant every lewd word that they had so foully spewed in her face, their lust visually apparent in the swollen bulges at the front of their trousers. All of the lecherous exploits on her young prey were about to be reinacted upon her own vulnerable body ... ! Retribution ... ! Ohhh ... !
For a brief moment, she thought of screaming and breaking for the door, but quickly gave up the idea. They would easily catch her ... and where could she run to, anyway? Even if she reached help the truth was bound to come out! It was hopeless; they had her right where they wanted her and knew it! The only thing she could do was make it as easy on herself as possible ... and hope to God they'd show some mercy!
"Here, let me offer you gentlemen a helping hand," Harry Evans said when they were inside her bedroom. He moved forward in front of where she stood between Frank and Gus who were still squeezing and kneading the soft white flesh of her naked breasts. He spread the robe wide open to see the tiny pair of white nylon panties she wore, and as she stood there with her face turned away from him, the fat, bald man knelt to roll their wispy sheerness down over the rounded curve of her smooth white hips and along the full columns of her naked, shapely legs.
"Christ!" he choked. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! Th—Those tits ... !"
"And legs ... !" Frank Trumble hissed. "Just look at those gorgeous thighs!"
"Fuck let me get a better gander here," Gus said, letting free of her arm and moving around in front of her as Harry slowly got to his feet. "J-Jesus Christ! What a dish ... and that pouting cunt sprinkled with all that blonde pussy-hair! Goddamn ... let's get her on the bed where we can get at her! My cock's so fucking hard it's getting brittle!"
Jan made no effort to fight them as they removed her robe, and a sadistic twinge of excitement charged through Gus when he realized that she was resolving herself to what was coming. Goddamn, and to think that his fourteen year old kid had been playing with this! Shit, he didn't blame him! The sexy bitch was a mind bender... !
Someone pressed her back onto the bed; she didn't resist, but lie back, jerking her eyes from one to the other of them ... greenish-grey eyes that were widened in frightened abasement, while her small white teeth worriedly nibbled at her lower-Up. Then, her breath caught, hitching in her throat as she watched Gus Edward's big, red-veined face lower above her, his huge hand reaching down between her legs toward her exposed genitals.
"Come on, spread 'em open, bitch!" he lewdly hissed. "Tune for canoe inspection!"
Too frightened to refuse, Jan slowly spread her full white thighs apart for him, revealing the thin pink ribbon of her secret flesh to all of their salaciously leering eyes. She gasped painfully then as he dug one thick finger into her, thrusting it right up her unprepared vaginal passage to the heavy palm of his brutal hand and mercilessly routed the sensitively tender raw flesh.
"Aaauuuggg ... please ... stop! Please stop!" she pleaded, pressing her naked buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his painful, obscene penetration between her thighs.
Frank Trumble lustfully chuckled, his thin face twisted in a course grin as he eagerly gaped at his dentist friend's thick finger drubbing into the pink-fleshed hole in her golden-hair fringed loins. Goddamn, she was a curvaceous bitch! No wonder the fucking kids were letting her suck them off! Who wouldn't for Christ's sake?
"Listen, let's go into her, damnit!" he said, pulling at his clothes. "I don't know about you gentlemen, but my cock's been aching to be buried inside that sweet pussy for too long!" He never took his hungry eyes from her voluptuous, naked body while he stripped his things away, the sight of Gus finger-fucking her cunt helping to build his fired lust. Christ, how a beautiful bitch like her could stay unmarried was beyond him. If only they could figure some way to work her into their swap plans, but the wives would never buy that ...
"Hey, how about one of you gentlemen trying to find some booze?" Gus suggested, suddenly withdrawing his cruel, violating finger and straightening to stare down at Jan's lovely white nakedness. "I could use a belt or two before sinking my cock in this kid sucker. And for your information, boys, that's as tight a pussy as you're going to find anywhere ... "
Jan sighed in relief from the pain once he'd pulled his abusing finger out of her tormented channel. She continued to lay as if petrified, watching as he, too, began to undress. God, she hoped that at least they would give her a drink; there was small doubt but what she was going to need it ...
"I'll see what I can find," Harry Evans offered. "All I ask is that you reserve that sweet mouth for my cock, gentlemen. I'm tired of having no one but whores suck it ... and I have the feeling-that Miss Arlen will perform a splendid job for me ... "
"Go on, find the liquor, you honey-throated bastard," Frank chuckled after him as abruptly he dropped his shorts. "And don't worry, we'll save you a hole ... "
Jan hardly heard their lewd conversation. Her eyes were dreadedly fastened on the slender man's revealed naked body, with the long, thick cock jutting menacingly out from his lean, hairy loins. Though men's penises were not foreign to her, it had been a long time ... actually since Ken ... that she'd seen one, and she hadn't remembered their being the length and thickness of this! A shudder rippled through her and she sensed her insides cringing at the thought of it worming into her. His bloated balls swayed between his muscled thighs, and suddenly he was grinning, dropping his hand to lewdly stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the purple, bulbous head, when he caught her eyes fixed on it.
"Like it, baby? It's man-sized, eh? Think you can take more of it?" he luridly taunted. 'Tell me, which hole would you like it in?"
"And this one, too, bitch?" Gus Edwards chimed in, unleashing his even longer, thicker length of moistened, red-knobbed hardness. "We'll let you decide just how you want them placed, cunt or asshole, though it shouldn't make much difference, seeing that you're going to get them three at once!"
"All I could find is vodka, but at least we won't go dry," the bald, fat man said, re-entering the room. "Well, I see you gentlemen are prepared for action, with weapons at full tilt and all. If you'll just open this bottle while I strip and join you ... ?"
Gus Edwards took the bottle and uncapped it, raising it thirstily to his lips, while the attorney began to remove his things.
Frank Trumble reached for the bottle and Gus lowered it, wiping the back of his hand over his lips as he fought for breath. "All right ... all right, how do you want yours, Frank?"
"Just remember," Harry Evans reminded, kicking off his pants. "I have first option of her luscious mouth. I can already feel those soft, ripe lips wrapped around my hardened prick."
"Well, seeing she isn't going to decide for us, I still have a hankering to work it into that puffy-lipped cunt, at least, the first time," Frank salaciously repeated.
"So ... that doesn't leave me much choice, but the idea intrigues me," the dentist said with a lewd grin. "To be honest about it, Mavis won't buy me fucking her ass, and it so happens that I've always had a penchant for that entrance. I'll bet a gold incisor crown against anything you guys want to put up that this luscious bitch has got the most perfect little sodomizing hole you ever laid your eyes on, though!"
Even as she trembled in uncontrollable debased fear, their foul and lewd words, plus their meaning and intentions, were having an effect on Jan that she couldn't begin to understand. Dear God, even the repulsive sight of Harry Evan's naked, pussy body with its smaller, poling rod of hardness sticking thickly out from beneath the overhang of his belly, sent unfathomable chills racing through her. The utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit on her defenseless body with lecherous, planned lust had set off ripples of masochistic excitement in her belly and loins that she couldn't believe! God, what was happening to lies, anyway?
"Please ... may I have a drink, too?" she asked, looking from one to the other.
Gus grabbed the bottle from Harry Evans, while Frank Trumble grinned and went on stroking his long, thick cock.
"Why of course you can, you lovely blonde-haired cunt!" the dentist leered, walking to the bed and sitting down beside her. Frank moved around to the other side and the lawyer seated himself at the foot. "I was just thinking that maybe you ought to have a little uplife to see you through the fucking orgy of your life, baby!"
Jan nervously swallowed, almost sorry she'd asked as she reached for the bottle. Gus grinned and brushed her hands away, grasping it firmly as Frank did the same to the other.
"Harry, you better come up and hold her head," Gus said, watching the fat man. sniggeringly crawling up the bed. "If the bitch wants a drink ... well give her just that, eh?"
Once more, a sinking sensation of utter helplessness engulfed Jan as she watched Dickie's father tilt the bottle up to her lips ... lips which she couldn't move away from between the lawyer's viselike hands holding to either side of her face. Then, Gus began to spill the vodka into her mouth!
She tried to squirm and resist, holding her teeth clenched tight, but the big dentist pinched her nose until she had to gasp for breath, and a torrent of the burning liquor flowed in a forceful, swallowing stream into her belly! Again and again, they repeated the cruel act, laughing like drunken animals. Then, they really began their vindictive punishment while she lay defenselessly beneath them!
Almost immediately, Jan sensed the potent liquor surging into her blood-stream. They freed her and amongst themselves, finished off the bottle, while she lie there, staring at each of them in turn, gasping at their naked, middle-aged bodies and huge cocks, a drugged feeling of lewd sensuality gradually overtaking her. In all truth, she knew that she would normally want no part of them ... any one of them ... but there was hardly a thread of truth left in her! God, she was nearly already as stupefied from the amount of vodka they'd forced down her as were they ... and maybe she should be thankful ... !
She erotically trembled, while simultaneously, she futilely tried to control the growing masochistic passion sweeping through her. God, was it possible? Knowing what they intended to do to her?
Her thoughts were shattered as suddenly she realized that Frank Trumble was crawling onto the bed and spreading her unresisting, naked white thighs, his huge cock pointed directly at her moistening pussy.
"God ahead and tee off, Frank." Gus drunkenly invited. "I want her primed and anxious when I slip this aching prick into her ass!"
Jan momentarily thought of Ken being on his way there, and tossed her head from side to side in emotional confusion. Through dimmed eyes, she then saw the slender man raised above her, between her wide-spread legs, holding the thick length of his penis in his hand, then pushing forward to taunt the spread-open, moistening pink flesh of her pussy with its hardened, spongy head. The immediate contact of its satiny, warm tip against the tingling flesh of her vaginal lips provoked sensuous fermentations to instantly spiral through her.
"Oooohhh ... " she unrestrainedly moaned. "OOOOOoohh ... God!"
"Fuck ... wait a minute!" Gus towards luridly exclaimed. "I want to see her asshole! Turn her over for a moment! Let me get a look at that puckered little gem!"
They did, and Jan made no effort to struggle against them. Instead, she rolled onto her stomach like a wanton bitch, willingly presenting them with the full, white mounds of her rounded ass, her thighs spread-open for Frank Trumble to play between.
"Damn, you do love cock, don't you baby?" Frank hissed, still between her legs and brushing his thick cock-head from her moistening flushed cunt-lips, upward through the deep and smooth, hairless crevice dividing her kissing ass-cheeks. "Even man-cock! How about that? I guess the teenagers haven't got it all sewed-up after all, have they?"
"Ohhhh ... oh Lord!" Jan passionately moaned.
The vodka, keenly flowed in her bloodstream, performing its usual reaction. Her pussy was suddenly inflamed with excitement, her need for fulfillment, as always, blinding any reasoning power she might still faintly possess. God, it was wild ... maddening! She'd go out of her mind if he didn't do something besides tease her cunt with the damp, rubbery head of his hardened cock!
"You like that, don't you baby?" he half whispered, smoothing one hand along her outer thigh and watching Gus spread open the white mounds of her rounded, full ass-cheeks to expose the tiny, puckered rosette of her pink asshole.
"Christ, did you ever see anything like that?" the dentist gasped. "Look at those tiny lips ... like a baby's mouth ... and just waiting for my cock!"
"Ooohhh ... I—I can't stand it any longer ... !" Jan meaningly admitted, reaching back for Frank's taunting rod of hardness. "P—Put it in me! Ooooohhhyes, please? Fuck me with it! That's what you came for, wasn't it? Then, do it ... do it! Fuck me!"
Frank Trumble felt a surge of lust race through him that he couldn't ignore, and quickly he moved to turn her back over. Christ, what a breath-taking girl she was! If Helen was just half as much woman, he wouldn't be thinking about any goddamned swap meets! Oh shit ... !
Jan uncontrollably drew up her legs and clutched at his lean shoulders, digging her nails into the hard flesh, the ragged, swollen lips of her incited cunt searching for his cock as she writhed her hips and raised her buttocks in an effort to help. "Oh God ... yes ... yesss! Give it to me now ... nowwww!"
Jan felt him eagerly insinuating the tip of his thick cock into her now wet, pulsating vaginal mouth, and slowly her eyes began to open wide as he brought the unfamiliar, expanding pressure to bear at the dilated opening. God ... oh God, his cock was big! She started to protest, but with a flexing motion of his hips, he forced the huge head inside the snug, elasticized entrance, stretching the yielding flesh like she'd never known, and she could do little more than feebly whimper out ...
"Ooohhh!" she moaned, the guttural sound coming from the depth of her soul ... ! "Yesss ... fuck me ... oh God, fuck me, please ... ?"