Chapter 1
Susan had been studying for more than an hour when a sudden gust of wind through her bedroom window made her blink and lean back from her typewriter. She'd been working on a paper for her afternoon class. Dr. Brewster, her archeology instructor would be pleased, she was sure. But then Dr. Brewster was always pleased with her work. She was pulling down straight A's in everything she'd taken during her sophomore year and it had been her scholastic record that had gotten her into Dr. Brewster's upper-level course, a course generally reserved for seniors.
Pushing back her chair, Susan rose and stretched before her mirror. She'd been studying with only a skimpy bra and panties covering her lanky frame, and moving her willowy limbs sent little thrills through her tummy.
"Oh, God, here it comes again." What Susan was thinking of was the tingling desire that gnawed at her most of her waking hours. She was seventeen and somewhat of a late bloomer. But though she'd hardly dated in high school, hardly thought of sex at all, her body seemed to be trying to make up for lost time. She stretched again, tossing her thick mane of light brown hair. Under the almost transparent cups of her little bra she could see the nubs of her nipples pressing out. Her breathing was more rapid now as she remembered the early morning games she had played even before getting out of bed. During the past few months she had an insatiable desire to masturbate. Rarely a day went by that she didn't have to succumb to the desire at least three times. And sometimes she awoke in the middle of the night and had to caress herself to a shuddering climax before sleep would come again.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, letting her long fingers trace a curve over her warm, moist mound. The nylon of her panties was damp underneath and she rocked her slim hips slowly, listening to her slippery folds inside rub one against the other. The sensation was lovely and she repeated the movement, lips parted slightly, full, sensuous lips that gave her young face a certain naughty appearance. But the naughtiness was not in her eyes. They were round, bright innocent eyes that sparkled with intelligence and sometimes mischief.
"Ohhh, I wish I didn't have to do it so often."
By now Susan knew that she would have to relieve her tensions. There was just barely time before her class, but time enough to enjoy it. And Susan always enjoyed it. Walking pertly on a long, narrow feet she bounced into the bathroom and reached down the bottle of baby oil. She was humming softly to herself as she re-crossed the bedroom and searched in her roommate's drawer.
"I'd never have the nerve to buy one of these myself," she said, holding the pistol grip of the vibrator. Since Sarah, the girl she shared the apartment with, now had a steady boyfriend, the device had been forgotten. At least by Sarah.
Susan undid her bra, skimmed her panties off and, taking a hand mirror with her, stretched out on the bed. For a moment she just lay there breathing deeply and feeling the electricity of her body as it glowed for attention. Then slowly Susan pushed herself up onto a cross-legged sitting position and with the mirror propped on her crossed ankles, bent low to peer into the stretched crevice between her thighs.
"Such a weird place," she murmured. As a pubescent girl she'd hardly been aware of the slit that ran along the underside of her torso. She'd been too wrapped up in science projects and class work to bother noticing the subtle changes taking place. Even the sprouting of lush, brown curls didn't faze her. But soon afterwards her menstrual flow snapped her to attention. She knew then that there was something strange going on. At the age of sixteen she found that touching certain spots up between the squishy, feverish folds brought pleasure. A kind of pleasure that shocked her in its intensity.
At sixteen Susan had had her first, breathtaking climax. From that moment on self-pleasure had become an unbreakable habit.
"There ... " she sighed breathlessly, tilting the bottle so that three drops of baby oil fell against her cut. Then she used the tip of her forefinger, moving it in gentle, circular patterns against the soft lump. "Uhhhhhhh ... " Immediately the lump thickened and rose from the flesh surrounding it. She watched the wonderful change, watched the outer lips of her pussy swell. Pussy. She loved the word. It was better than the ones in books. Like vagina, a word she detested. Her long finger worked more rapidly and a shooting thrill went up her back. Her nipples grew now, highlighting her small, firm breasts.
Panting a little with the pleasure, Susan watched her cunt get plumper. Cunt was another word she liked to say. "Cunt," she said, "my hot little cunt." This amused her and she began to move her fingertip up and down now, letting it slide down her crevice and over the bunched, red membrane that made her a virgin.
"Virgin. That's a funny word." Susan let out a trembling breath as her surging cunt grew hotter. "I don't feel like a virgin. But then I don't know what a virgin is supposed to feel like. Maybe a virgin isn't supposed to feel like anything. Maybe it's only after you're not a virgin that you feel anything."
By now she'd begun to squirm her hips on the bed. The mirror fogged as she let out another breath. She flopped back on a pillow and closed her eyes. Having her legs crossed like that kept her mound split and made her feel sexy. Her back arched and humped as she moved instinctively as if she were fucking. She was using two fingers now, sliding them the whole length of her vulva, touching all the soft, pumped up places, teasing her cit to stiffen and rise from its hood until it was like a miniature penis.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhh," she groaned, her sighs matching the rhythmic surging of her body. Feeling beside her she found the vibrator, flicked the switch and heard the hum of the rounded rubber know that stuck out from the body of the machine. Very lightly she eased the vibrating knob down into her juicy slit.
"Nhhaaahh," she whimpered, biting her bottom lip as the thrills jolted through her. Quickly she felt her cut responding to the stimulation. Her heart picked up speed, jumping hard in her chest. Her flat tummy pulled in sharply under her ribs. Her long, white legs bent and kicked straight again. The soles of her feet itched. She tingled between her toes. Her breasts felt like they needed to be pinched. Susan used her free hand to arouse her turgid nipples, roughing each one with the flat of her palm as the vibrator continued to inflame her young pussy.
"Mhhuuuuh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, God!"
By now her ass was plunging up and down and she's opened her legs as wide as they'd go, knees half bent, toes curled and fanned wide apart. She could feel it coming. That incredible burst of raw energy that would make her crazy for a moment. She wished it would last longer, wished the madness would make her squirm for an hour at least. But in her heart she knew that something so intense could not possibly last that long.
"I can feel it! Ohhh, it's coming, coming ...
She was writhing, gasping, her long lashes fluttering wildly as the shivers of pleasure grew stronger. Her heels dug at the mattress excitedly. Her breasts were pumped up into firm spheres of quivering white flesh tipped with swollen pink nipples. She rubbed the knob of the vibrator carelessly against her blood-swollen vulva, hitting every spot that she thought might feel good. Then she was plunging violently, squirming in the frenzied throes of total ecstasy.
"Ahh, ahhhh, whhhaaaaahhh!" She heard her loud cries, heard the thumping of the mattress under her hips, heard the squish, humming titillation of her young cunt as the vibrator took her into paradise and kept her there until the consuming spasms had burned through her completely, leaving her exhausted and weak.
"Ohh, my God," she said, laughing with the joy of the moment. "Ohhh, how wonderful!"
Susan had thumbed the off switch and let the vibrator fall from her hand when she heard the front door buzzer. For a moment she didn't believe the damned thing had really rung.
"Who, in hell, could that be?" she sighed, too weak even to sit up. The buzzer sounded again. Weakly she swung her long legs off the bed and tried to catch her breath. Her brown hair was mussed, tangled across her face. She pushed it out of her eyes and managed to stand up. A trickle of juice started leaking down the inside of one thigh but she couldn't bother with mopping it up. She grabbed her terrycloth robe from the bathroom door and padded unsteadily to the bedroom door.
"I'm coming," she called, smiling at the thought that occurred to her upon saying that particular word. "Maybe I should say I've come," she muttered irritated by this interruption. Probably her roommate's boyfriend looking for her. Or some Girl Scouts with their damned cookies. Or ...
"Dr. Brewster!" she blurted as she opened the door. The bearded instructor smiled affectionately at her. Though Susan was tall for a girl, Dr. Brewster was a towering six feet four, his broad-muscled shoulders and tan face exuding healthfulness and strength.
"I thought I'd drop by, and accompany you to class," her teacher said. "I've got something important to ask you."
"Please, come on in," she stammered, backing up, clutching her robe closed at the neck. She was blushing furiously and scared stiff that Dr. Brewster might smell the musky scent of her young cunt. She could certainly smell it herself! Noticing her bare feet and bathrobe, the big man grinned.
"You weren't cutting class today were you?"
"Of course not." Susan felt her face turn redder. "I was just napping, I ... "
"My dear Susan, you could cut every other one of my classes, and still end up with A's." Dr. Brewster's big hand rested on her shoulder for a moment and the warmth and strength of it sent a strange tremble through Susan's body. She had always worshipped Dr. Brewster for his intelligence and kindness. And the fact that her father had gone to school with him only increased her affection.
"Let me throw something on." Susan felt her teacher's eyes on her as she hurried to the bedroom. When she'd closed the door and thrown her robe across the bed she was that her juicy cunt and leaked butter all the way down her leg. There was a shiny smear of sex juice at her ankle. She wondered with embarrassment if Nate Brewster had seen it.
In less than five minutes, she'd thrown on a pair of jeans and a top and brushed her lustrous hair. It reached well down her back and she knew that lots of boys turned to look when she walked by. Or was it her ass they were looking at? She wished she could read their minds sometimes. Lately she'd been very curious about what a boy thought of when he was looking at a girl.
"Ready," she said, bouncing from the bedroom and gathering her books. Dr. Brewster walked beside her out of the building and across the campus towards the big building which housed the anthropology building.
"What I wanted to talk to you about concerns a field trip I'm planning. Though I usually confine such expeditions to seniors or graduate students, your academic record has tempted me to make an exception."
Dr. Brewster went on to tell her that he wanted her to accompany him and his wife and two other students, both of them working on their master's degrees. Susan was absolutely stunned. A college sophomore never went on such trips. And she knew it wasn't just because Nate Brewster knew her dad. He wasn't like that.
"I'd love to come," she said, eyes dancing. Dr. Brewster slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close for a moment. That same, weird shiver went through her as she felt his muscles and strength. Then they were coming into the building, weaving their way through the milling students.