Chapter 3
"Where is my husband?" Sandra demanded as she rolled down the window of the car.
"He's out, Ma'am."
Sandra scowled at Jerry, Hal's assistant. There was something about the boy she did not like, a sort of self-conscious arrogance that she did not appreciate. Did he not know she was his boss's wife?
"Out? In the middle of the day? Where is he?" She tapped her fingers nervously on the rim of the steering wheel.
"On an errand, Mrs. Jeski." The boy turned back to the car he was servicing.
"When will he be back?" she asked, her voice shrill.
"I don't know, Ma'am." Jerry looked at her again, leveling her with his blue eyes. "He didn't tell me."
"I'm having trouble with the car. Can I leave it here?"
"Sure, Mrs. Jeski. After all, your husband's the boss."
Sandra turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. She was suddenly aware of how Jerry was looking at her, his eyes sliding up and down the length of her slim body. She must be mistaken, she decided. He was only a teen-ager. He could not be interested in her. After all, she was a married woman. Of course, she was only twenty-four, probably about six or seven years older than he was. To her surprise, Sandra found herself doing some looking of her own. Jerry was handsome, slim and rangy looking, with a large bulge in the crotch of his tight pants, almost as big a bulge as Hal's, she thought. She wondered if he went home as tired as Hal so often claimed to be. Even if he were tired, he probably still had stamina enough to take on five women like her. That was the way Hal had been when they first got married and before. The last few months or so it seemed to her he had been tired most of the time. It probably had a lot to do with his (Jverseeing construction of their new house. Well, that was done now, and perhaps their sex life would return to normal.
"You'll have to drive me home," Sandra said to Jerry. "Can you get away to do that?" She was still annoyed. Why was Hal not at the garage, the way he was supposed to be at this time of day?
"Yes, Ma'am. Fll turn things over to Solly. He runs the pumps, and so he'll be here anyhow." He wiped his hands on an oily rag, his blue eyes still appraising Sandra.
Sandra went around to the passenger side and got into the car. Jerry slid in behind the wheel and started the engine. The woman was immediately aware of the smell of him, a mixture of grease and boyish sweat. The smell was exciting, reminding her of Hal, especially in the days when she had first known him. Excitedly, she remembered their first time. He had been shy, actually blushing as he touched her. She was shaking all over, knowing that as the young mechanic put his hands on her he was claiming everything she had.
"Don't Hal. I can't... It's too exciting... wicked. We shouldn't..." He stopped her with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Sandra felt her resistance melting as his big, work-roughened hands came up to cup her small, firm breasts.
He could feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. They were swelling with excitement in response to his softly kneading fingers. Hal had to have her. They had been going together for a month now, and she had hardly let him touch her. Tonight, he had decided, it would be different. Hal was so aroused he was near explosion. He began thinking about their date early in the day, thinking about Sandra's slim, teen-age body, her fine, pointed breasts, her long, tapering legs. Tonight, after the movie, they would be completely alone. He could do as he liked. If he drove the car far enough out into the country, Sandra would have no choice but to go along with whatever he wanted to do. Hal was so hungry for her that he was ready to rape her if he had to. That would mean Sandra would have nothing more to do with him, but by now he did not care. He simply had to have her. What if she went to the police and reported him? No, he decided, Sandra would never do that. She could not bear the embarrassment.
"Don't, Hal. I can't stand it. I can't help myself!" She squirmed in his arms, trying to get away from his questing, exploring hands.
Reaching one arm around her slim back, Hal held her tightly. "No," he said, his voice harsh. "You're not getting away this time. I've had enough of that."
"What do you mean?" Sandra asked, fear creeping into her tone.
"You been putting me off for a month, teasing me, leading me on, always promising more than you're willing to put out. Tonight I'm going to collect."
"No, Hal, no! I've done no such thing. I'm a good girl. Mamma told me ..." She tried to push him away.
"Fuck Mamma!" Hal snapped. "I don't give a damn what she told you. Now you're here with me, and we're going to play the game my way."
"Let me out. I'm going to walk home."
He laughed. "It's over five miles, and there's nothing between here and there, no place to call, no place to get a ride. You're stuck, baby, and you're going to do as I say. We're gonna have a real good time." His fingers scrabbled at the front of her blouse. Finding the buttons, he pulled them open, ripping two of them off in the process.
Sandra screamed again and again, continuing to struggle with the hugely muscled mechanic. Hal laughed, his voice cruel and harsh. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. There was nothing
Sandra could do to stop him, and they both knew it. Besides, her useless struggle was extremely exciting to him. He was strong, in control, capable of forcing his will on the girl. He was an inflamed rapist, and he would not be satisfied until he opened her up and took her virginity. The very thought of pulling her slim legs apart and burrowing into her succulent pussy made Hal shiver with raw passion.
Reaching into her gaping blouse, the big mechanic grasped the alabaster orb of her right breast. He squeezed it between his rough, blunt fingers, pinching the rubbery flesh until Sandra cried out in pain.
"Please, please stop, Hal. That hurts," she sobbed.
"I know it hurts, baby, and it's nothing to what you're going to feel before we're through tonight. I'm gonna take you, babe. I'm sick of farting around." He pushed her ripped blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. She sat naked to the waist, quivering with fear.
Sandra's terror was having an interesting effect. She had never in her life been so frightened. Hal might do anything he wanted. He could kill her if he decided to do so, leaving her body in a beaten, crumpled heap by the side of the road. She was completely at his mercy.
To her surprise, she found herself terribly excited by her very vulnerable position. Anything that happened was beyond her control. She had no responsibility in the matter. If he raped her, there was nothing she could do but lie back and try to make the best of it.
A warmness began between her thighs. What if he raped her? What if he forced his huge cock between the quivering lips of her fleecy cleft? What would that feel like? She had to admit she was very curious. The other girls, the ones who had tried it, told her that sex with a man was wonderful, nearly beyond description. Up to now, her sense of guilt had kept her from doing more than dreaming about it. Now, suddenly, she had no choice in the matter. Her fear was rapidly turning into sensual desire. Besides everything else, she really liked Hal. If she were to have sex with anyone, she wanted it to be him. Suddenly, she was relaxed.
"That's the way, baby," Hal whispered. "Just let yourself go. Let yourself understand how goddamn good it feels. It's nice when I play with your tits like this. Doesn't it make you feel all tingly all over?"
"Oh, oh yes," Sandra answered, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. "It feels good, Hal, so gooooood!" She stretched languidly, like a cat on a warm windowsill. All at once she realized she was the object of sensual worship. Hal's hands were finding new zones of arousal each second. She basked in the attention, feeling wicked and lewdly alive. While she was still unsure of herself, Sandra was going forward. Hal's hands moving over her body made it impossible to hold back any longer. Now being only half nude seemed too confining.
When Hal reached for her zipper, Sandra guided his fingers. He found the zipper slide and slowly worked it down its track, loosening her skirt. His hands pulled at the top of it, working it down over her creamy thighs. Sandra lifted her softly rounded buttocks and let him slide her skirt off and down ner legs. Now she wore only panties, pantihose, and loafers.
"Shit, you're beautiful," Hal mumbled as he pulled her shoes off and let them fall to the floor of the car.
Sandra giggled excitedly and arched her back, pushing her firm young breasts forward invitingly. Her brownish nipples stood out sharply, fully erect now and burning with sexual tension. Hal took them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and squeezed gently, twirling them and making them tingle even more.
"Ooooouuuuuuu," Sandra moaned. "Oh, Hal, you're making me feel just terrific. I wish it weren't so wrong."
"Just can that shit, baby. Anything that feels good ain't wrong. Just remember that, and you'll be okay."
"If you say so, Hal," Sandra whispered, smiling at him and blinking her large, blue eyes. She was his now, and both of them were fully aware of it. He was in charge, and she would follow wherever he led her.
Still pinching the girl's sensitive nipples, Hal bent to kiss the lush, upper curve of her breasts. Sandra groaned with pleasure.
"You're not afraid any more, are you?" the blond mechanic whispered.
"No, oh, no," she answered, and suddenly she knew she meant it. The fear was gone, totally swept away by Hal's big, expert hands and by his warm, rubbery lips caressing her silken flesh. New images formed in her racing mind, ideas she had not dared to focus on ever before. She could imagine the two of them naked, touching one another again and again. She could see herself, fondling Hal's gigantic, throbbing penis, studying it, feeling every bump and vein of it. She wondered whether it would be as big as she suspected it was, and she quivered with excitement.
"I can teach you a lot about really enjoying yourself if you think you're ready to learn." His left hand rested on her thigh, massaging it gently and sending new tremors of lust through her already aroused body.
"I'm ready, Hal, more ready than I've ever been for anything." She listened to her voice, hardly able to believe she was forming the words... words so contrary to everything she had been taught all her life.
She shook with waves of lustful passion. New sensations made themselves felt between her hotly alive thighs. She could feel the soaking drops of moisture gathering at the taut lips of her virgin pussy. She was getting ready. Her body was preparing itself. The idea of that excited her even more.
Hal's fingertips moved now to the elastic band of her pantihose. Sandra gasped as he began pulling them down. Again, she raised her buttocks, letting him slip the filmy garment down over them to her dainty, girlish knees. She helped as he pushed them down her lower legs, and both of them worked over her narrow feet. Now all Sandra wore were her tiny bikini panties, and she felt free, more liberated than she had ever been. Throwing back her head, she laughed, the sound carrying with it all the lewd sensations she was feeling so intensely.
"What's so funny?" Hal asked.
"Nothing. No, everything. Oh, I don't know." She squirmed on the seat, the leather upholstery intimately caressing \her bare back.
"Do something for me, will you?" Hal asked, his breathing quickening.
"Anything."
"Spread your legs a little. I want to feel your sweet little cunt right through your panties. You know, I just want to tease myself a bit before I strip them off you."
Hurriedly, Sandra spread her long legs, looking down the length of her body at her carefully protected pussy. She could see its outline clearly in her flimsy panties. Hal's hand moved across her creamy white thigh, and he paused for a moment to run his fingers up and down the inner part of it, bringing soft mewling moans from her straining throat. She heard his breathing grow more shallow, and then he touched her crotch. He moved his fingers up and down slowly, rubbing her soft cunt through the filmy white fabric. She squirmed on the seat, delighted at the salacious feelings that coursed through her body.
"Oh, God, that's beautiful, so warm and ready and ripe. I can hardly wait to taste it."
"Taste it? What do you mean?" Sandra asked, mystified.
"A sweet little virgin pussy like this one deserves a lot more than having a hard cock rammed into it. I'm gonna suck, and kiss, and lick you there until you beg for mercy."
"Oh, God, Hal," Sandra exclaimed, quivering from head to toe. "I'll die!"
"No you won't, babe. You'll love every second of it, and you'll scream for me to keep going." His fingers continued working up and down along the hot crease of Sandra's cunt. He could feel the moistness of the slit as it soaked through the filmy cloth of her tiny briefs.
"Hal," Sandra whispered, "can I ask you something?" She spread her slim legs wider apart, letting him work his whole hand against her seeping pussy. The continuous movement of it against her tenderest flesh had her nearly out of her mind with passion.
"Sure," he grunted. "What is it?"
"Why don't you take your clothes off too?
I want to see you naked."
"How come? You want to see my cock?" He was teasing her, and she knew it. Her reply came quickly, and it surprised her as much as it did Hal.
"Yes! I'm dying to see it. I want to hold it in my palm and squeeze it until you groan. I want to make you feel just the way I feel now with your hand massaging my place."
Hal did not answer with words. Instead, he pulled his tight T-shirt off over his head, exposing his broad, nearly hairless chest. With a tiny grunt of approval, Sandra began to run her fingertips over the marble smooth flesh. It was hot to her touch but as glossy and flawless as a classically carved statue. She touched his tiny rosebud nipple, and her fingers pinched it as he had done to her.
"Hey," Hal said, chuckling, "You're getting pretty bold, aren't you?"
"Why shouldn't I? I'm here to learn, remember?" She watched in wonder as his tawny brown nipple grew erect, a tiny version of her own.
Hal reached down and pulled off his boots and socks. Now all that remained were his tight, faded jeans. Taking Sandra's hand he moved it down along his chest to his belt line. "How'd you like to help me? You want to take off my pants for me?"
She giggled. "Ooooou, yes. It'll be like opening presents at Christmas!" She found the catch of his heavy brass buckle and loosened his belt. Next, her fingers located the button at the waist of his pants, and she opened it deftly, hardly fumbling.
"You're real good at this," Hal said lightly. "Almost like you've had experience."
"None 'til now!" Sandra answered, running her fingers down into the gap in Hal's pants to feel the fringes of his lush pubic forest.
He took her hand again and slowly moved it downward. Then he pressed down, pushing her palm against his penis. All that stood between was the thin, faded denim of his Levi's. Sandra gasped with excitement.
"It's so hard!" she said. "I never felt anything so hard. It's like steel."
"It's hard for you, baby, all for you. Now unzip me and I'll let you feel the real thing."
Hurrying, Sandra found his* zipper with her fingertips. She pulled it down as quickly as she could, Hal arching his hips upward to ease the process. She sat back and looked at him. The thick blond curls in his groin were clearly visible, as was the thick, strong looking base of his engorged phallus.
Grunting, Hal lifted his trim buttocks from the seat and pushed his tight pants down to his knees. His huge, inflamed cock flopped into view, the scent of it flooding the car. Sandra inhaled through flaring nostrils, her body soaring to new heights of unbridled passion. The odor of Hal's crotch was tangy and unbearably exciting. The sensation of it went directly to her quivering pussy, and she felt the seeping liquids increase in volume. She closed her eyes and lay back in the seat, ready for whatever came next.