Chapter 3

Alice squirmed her smoothly curved asscheeks down hard on the car seat as Tom Gainsborough pulled his vehicle into the driveway next to her apartment. The handsome man hesitated for a moment, watching her out of the corner of his eye, then turned off the lights and the ignition, and she had little doubt what the next step would be. He was going to invite himself inside.

Alice had been dreading this moment all evening because after the lavish meal he'd treated her to, followed by drinks at the best nightclub in Utica, it would be very difficult to refuse. And strangely enough, she wasn't completely unattracted to her new young boss. If she had, as everyone around her seemed to assume, been looking for a man, she might well have been able to get interested in him. But in her present mood she just didn't want to have to go through the hassle of fighting him off if he made a pass at her.

Throughout the entire evening, Alice had been unable to rid herself of the vivid recollection of this afternoon's terrible episode. It had so obsessed her that at one point she'd even considered telling Tom what had happened. Then she'd remembered she would never be able to do that. Because she was responsible for it-at least in that she had not stopped it when she had the chance and the moral obligation to do so. There had been nothing to do but hold it in, a gnawing secret that had turned her into a bundle of nerves. Now she had to somehow make her excuses so she could get away and have some time to herself. She had to come to grips with her own lascivious response to the episode, a response that in many ways had been even worse than the act itself.

"I ... I'd like to thank you for a very enjoyable evening, Tom," Alice said as her boss started to reach for his door handle. "And I'd like to invite you in except that...."

"Except what?" he asked, smiling.

"I sort of have a headache. The strain of the first day at work, I suppose."

Alice noted the momentary descent of Tom's gaze down to her smoothly quivering titties, the inviting cleavage sensuously exposed by the low-cut blue dress she wore. Then his eyes were back on her face, the same open, apparently honest smile still on his lips. She almost had to avert her eyes, for there was something about the way he'd just looked at her that reminded her of the shockingly lewd occurrence she now so desperately wanted to forget. In spite of the fact that Tom had billed their date almost as a business engagement, during the course of the evening he'd left no doubt as to his interest in her, though he'd managed to do it in a perfectly gentlemanly fashion.

"I think I have a cure for that," he said after a moment.

"Now, Tom, I really do just want to go in alone," Alice said, trying to sound firm, "and take some aspirin."

"Then we'll smoke it in the car," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a thin, twisted cigarette.

Alice stared at the cigarette with surprise, almost knowing what it was, yet still not wanting to believe her eyes.

"Grass?" she asked finally.

"Yeah," Tom said, putting the cigarette casually between his lips and again reaching into his pocket to pull out a silver lighter. , "But that's illegal!" she gasped.

"I don't make the laws," he said, "and if I did, it wouldn't be." Then he frowned. "You're serious, aren't you? You really do disapprove. And you don't smoke yourself."

"Of course I don't," Alice said indignantly, catching the first pungent smell of the thick smoke as Tom touched the glowing lighter to the tip of the joint. After a moment he exhaled languidly and extended the intoxicating drug toward her. "There's always a first time. You might as well try. And if you managed to get through college without ever trying dope, at least I hope you did learn that it's not going to turn you instantly into a raving nymphomaniac powerless to resist my depraved advances."

Alice hesitated, watching the curls of smoke drift toward the ceiling of the car. She had known girls who smoked grass during her college years, but the practice hadn't been that prevalent then. She was well aware that its use was gaining wide acceptance in more liberal parts of the country, but somehow it hadn't occurred to her that she would be personally affected by the trend, certainly not while she was working and living at home with her mother. But she had become slightly curious during recent years, though her parents had always been vocal in their disapproval of its use.

"Come on," Tom said, gesturing with the cigarette. "It's going to waste."

Alice shrugged. She knew accepting the cigarette wouldn't pacify her boss. But he had pointed out that it wouldn't get her pussy excited, and she was well enough informed to know that any effect it had on the sex drive had been clinically proved to be purely psychological. There was also the added factor that if she refused to take even a perfunctory taste, Tom might become paranoid about her disapproval, causing a strain in their work relationship, and she didn't want that!

With a faint smile, Alice reached out and took the cigarette. She inhaled deeply, as she'd seen Tom do, and held the smoke for a moment before she let it drift lightly from her voluptuous lips. Her companion nodded for her to take another drag, which she did. Then she handed it back to him. They continued to pass it back and forth until the butt became too short to hold. Then Tom ground it out and put it into his mouth. She saw his throat as he swallowed, then the characteristic broad grin came over his face. Already his eyes had glossed over.

"How do you feel?"

She shrugged, grinning back. "Not any different!"

"Sure you do. Your eyes look like they have lights behind the pupils."

"I think that's just your own distortion," Alice said. "And it's all in your mind, because I don't feel a thing."

For a moment longer they both sat motionless in their places, staring at each other. Then Tom leaned forward, so gradually that he seemed to be moving in slow motion. Alice's only response was a soft sigh as he touched his lips to hers, his tongue moving easily between her teeth and into the moist warmth of her mouth. She felt his hand touch her cheek and slide down to the sensitive flesh of her bare neck and shoulders, venturing teasingly onto the heaving rise of her huge, half-exposed tits as he leaned nearer to her.

"No, Tom," Alice protested in a whisper as he moved his lips away from hers and began to plant moist kisses down the length of her neck, flicking his tongue wetly over the sensitive lobe of her ear as she began to squirm in feeble resistance. She could still feel no positive effect from the grass she'd smoked, but a faraway inner voice told her the drug must be at least partially responsible for her inability to resist her boss' unwelcome advances.

Then gently Tom pushed her down to a half-reclined position against the door of the car, his tongue flicking lower over the smooth rise of her whitely billowing tits, darting teasingly down into the forbidden cleavage exposed by her plunging neckline.

Alice felt her own breathing quicken involuntarily as tantalizing wisps of unwanted pleasure began to course through her hotly tingling cunt. She knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state right now. In spite of the fact that she felt no real emotional tie with Tom, she couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. And her earlier abstinence from sexual intercourse had taken its toll on her will to resist. Her body had been pleading softly for some time, expressing a need that had little or nothing to do with emotion ... and then there was this afternoon!

Alice felt a sudden terrible sinking in her hugely billowing titties as she remembered her earlier shame, and her recollection of the lewd visual images, intensified and distorted by the mind-bending effects of the marijuana, seemed more vivid than the event itself had been. She could almost see it happening all over again in her mind's eye-the entire sordid ordeal to which the innocent young secretary had been subjected to was playing over in slow motion. And she had watched it all. She, Alice Dearbourne, had participated as a voyeur in the seduction and ravishment of a young virgin-and she had enjoyed every moment of it with a depraved and perverted relish!

Alice gasped, almost sobbing from the terrible memory and the guilt that plagued her. Then she opened her eyes in dismay as she felt Tom push one of his hands down into the front of her dress, his fingers making their way into one of the half-cups of her bra to squeeze and fondle her nakedly trembling tit, prompting the swollen nipple to tingle in uncontained response. He moved closer, pressing his body even more tightly against hers, one of his legs moving between her lightly tanned thighs to part them and force her dress up almost as far as her panty-covered pussy. Then, as he continued to tease and massage the huge, softly trembling mounds of her tits, he moved his other hand to the zipper at the back of her dress and began to work it downward.

"No, Tom. Please!" Alice moaned in protest as she felt the zipper part and the bodice with its sewn-in bra-cups fall away from her firm high-set tits, the cool evening air causing her sensuously exposed nipples to rise to an even greater rigidity.

Again Tom dropped his lips to the tingling flesh of her bare shoulder, his tongue trailing a hot, searing path down the rise of one of her titties and flicking teasingly into the voluptuous valley between them.

Now Alice's whole body was beginning to fall prey to the wanton lust that surged out of control through the nerve-ends of her flesh. She was almost prone on the front seat of the car, her head balanced uncomfortably on the arm rest. Tom was virtually pinioning her, and she could feel his thigh up between her cunt, pressed against the sensitively pulsing warmth of her darkly furred pussy, the eager squirming of his body against hers causing an exquisite friction of the material of her panties against the already moistening slit of he? pussy. She knew she had to stop him now or there would be no way she could resist the blind craving that was engulfing her and threatening to completely overwhelm her in spite of her will to resist!

"No, Tom," she gasped again as his lips teased one of her urgently throbbing nipples, his tongue flicking over it in a mad staccato whipping that was almost driving her out of her mind.

"Stop now. Please," she wailed again.

"You know you don't want to stop any more than I do," he grunted, his lips moving over to the nipple of her other hotly throbbing tit.

Then Alice's whole body stiffened as she felt him reach down and slide his hand up beneath her lewdly squirming asscheeks on the car seat, shoving the material of her dress up between her thighs from the rear and increasing the unwanted friction on her cunt. For a moment she quivered and trembled in helpless response, then with a desperate effort she shoved Tom upward, pushing him away.

"I can't do it." She sobbed, almost in tears.

"What in the hell's wrong with you?" he said, staring at her incredulously.

She shook her head. "I don't know."

"You're so hot you can hardly stand it."

"Maybe I am. But I can't let you fuck me now."

He stared at her in silence for a moment longer, then slowly shifted around in the car seat. Embarrassment flushing her cheeks, Alice looked down at her shamefully exposed tits as they heaved uncontrollably with her strained breathing. Again the terrible memory of what had happened this afternoon flashed into her mind, filling her with feelings of guilt that almost overcame even the wanton lust that still consumed her.

Then, she pulled her dress up in front, holding it to the rounded mounds of her hugely quivering titties, and, sobbing, got out of the car and ran to the front door and into her new apartment. Moments later she heard the engine of the car start up as the head of the accounting department drove off.

Alice ran upstairs to her apartment, and a few minutes later, she lay on her back on the bed, staring through narrowed eyes up at the ceiling. Her pussy, naked beneath the thin white sheet that fell revealingly over her soft, supple curves, still burned with the feverish desire that moments ago had almost overcome her. The effects of the marijuana she had smoked had, during her short solitude, become profound. She was stoned out of her mind and she knew it.

The disturbed young female accountant sighed softly, her eyes moving slowly down to trace in detail the outline of her body beneath the sheet. The light fabric barely concealed the hugely throbbing mounds of her tits where the rosy tips of her nipples showed faintly through, then it tapered slightly over her slender, girlish waist and fell teasingly down between her widely parted thighs.

Alice couldn't imagine how or why she'd brought herself to stop Tom after she'd let him go as far as she had in the front seat of the car. Her pussy had never been so hot in her life as it was this evening, and her whole body still cried out with her consuming need. And even now she was haunted and intrigued by the memory of the lurid spectacle of Gary Webster deflowering the sexy little virgin secretary in the storage room this afternoon. Now she found herself envying that girl. She would have given almost anything to have a man here now, ravishing her hotly aching pussy until she was completely engulfed in the delirium of her simmering passion. A man-any man, she thought-with a cock! At this moment she would have had a hard time resisting that temptation.

Alice smiled suddenly, her eyes lingering on the still heaving swells of her tits. She'd better quit thinking like that, she kidded herself, or her new position in the accounting department was really going to get her into the kind of involvement she'd come here to avoid.

Sucking her breath in, Alice yielded almost unconsciously to the temptation to trail her hand down her ecstatically pulsing titties, her fingers flicking teasingly over the still swollen nipples through the sheet, the friction causing them to tingle even more compellingly. She sighed again, beginning a subtle squirming motion of her smoothly curved asscheeks down into the soft mattress, her breath coming in slow, hoarse gusts as she continued to knead and massage her hugely trembling tits. Then, still without really admitting to herself what she was doing, she moved her hand cautiously down beneath the sheet, trailing it lightly over the smooth, flat plane of her belly, stopping a moment to probe the sensitive little indentation of her navel, the gentleness of her touch causing wave-like tremors of delight to course over her already eagerly responding flesh.

Gingerly, the aroused brunette's fingers made their way down through the dark, sparsely curling strands of pussyhairs until the first stunning electric contact of a single finger with the already throbbing bud of her clitty caused her whole body to stiffen.

"Oooooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned as an unwelcome spasm of longing shot out suddenly from the little bud nestled at the top of her curl-rimmed pussy, reaching deep into her cunt and throughout her desire-tortured flesh. For a moment longer, she continued to tweak and fondle the hotly tingling protrusion of her clit, then reluctantly she drew her hand away, gasping with the renewed stabs of aching frustration consuming her pussy. She almost closed her eyes, breathing deeply as little spontaneous shudders drove through her in ever-greater intensity.

Then, with a sob of despair, Alice moved her hand back toward her soft, curl-rimmed cunt, dancing her fingers lightly over the sensitive flesh of her belly and letting them venture once more down through the thinly curling strands of pussyhairs up between her thighs, an even wilder shudder overcoming her as she touched the hotly pulsating slit of her already moistening cunt. She knew she had to have some kind of relief! If she didn't she was going to lose her mind, and at least this depraved act she was about to commit wouldn't harm anyone but herself, though in her present state she could hardly imagine what harm there could be ... and at least it wouldn't involve her with anyone else.

The beautiful female accountant moaned softly at the sudden titillating contact, her naked asscheeks jerking as she gently parted the cunthair-rimmed flanges of her pussy, more strained whimpers issuing from her throat as her fingers spread the lewdly flowing cunt juices up and down the tingling lips. Gasping in submission to the consuming lust that engulfed her as a result of the maddening stimulation of her own fingers teasing her steaming little cunt, the young brunette arched her tightly clenched asscheeks hard up off the bed, at the same time kicking the sheet off to completely expose her nakedly squirming body. Her thumb moved back up against her hotly throbbing little clitty while her middle finger lewdly parted the cunthair-rimmed pussylips and began probing up into the hotly twitching flesh. And then, suddenly, an even more devastating surge of need flashed through Alice's body. She moaned as her finger burrowed deeper into her hot, juicy cunt, her thumb rubbing tantalizingly against her eagerly twitching clitty as she arched her smoothly curved asscheeks higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle into her hungrily devouring cunthole. Then, with a whimper that she scarcely recognized as coming from her own throat, she surrendered completely to her obscene lust and began a writhing undulation on the bed, fucking her middle finger with smooth even strokes in and out between the tightly caressing lips of her cock-starved pussy.

A stream of moans and pleading issued from Alice's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes were shut, her teeth gritted with the effort as she began to thrash her body in wild contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers fucked swiftly in and out of her wildly trembling pussyhole, her thumb working with devastating effect at the lewdly throbbing little bud of her clit. Her face was shining with perspiration and flushed red from the strain as she groaned in lust and frustration, working her middle finger deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering slit of her pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping out of the tight bun at the nape of her neck and falling softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified her finger-fucking rhythm. Then she raised her head up, gazing deliriously down between the palpitating swells of her heaving tits.

The passion-possessed young brunette could hardly believe the shocking sight of her nakedly undulating body, squirming and tossing in feverish response to the obscene actions of her own finger fucking in and out of the cunthair-rimmed hole of her greedily devouring pussy, but she couldn't quell the lewd thrill it inspired in her lust-deranged mind. She derived a wantonly perverse excitement from the very depravity of it, and now she was determined to obtain her own satisfaction and release from the agonizing hunger that consumed her, no matter what debased acts she had to submit her helplessly consenting body to!

Her head dropping back to the pillow, Alice began to moan as she strained for the still-distant relief she so badly needed, her cunt thrusting upward to meet the probing finger fucking into the quivering flesh of her pussy. Her moistly twitching pussylips flowered open to give her even greater access as she inserted a second and finally a third finger into the warmly yielding cunt flesh while the continual teasing strokes of her thumb over the wildly tingling bud of her clit almost drove her insane with the obscene passion surging up from her loins.

Then, suddenly, her whole body tensed. The lust-filled accountant, driven by the joint she'd smoked, shuddered and moved her fingers in a lewd rhythm in and out between her shamelessly burning pussy walls. She twitched and shivered, deep throaty groans spewing from her contorted lips until, in a violent whiplash motion, her naked body uncoiled, her legs opening and closing frantically over the fingers that still moved swiftly in and out of the soft flesh of her cunt.

A moment Tater, Alice felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, a spontaneous seizure racking her voluptuously trembling flesh as she fought and strained for the release she knew was coming. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the lewdly inciting promise welling in her loins.

Alice moaned in wanton delirium, drawing her pussy-exciting fingers completely out of her quivering cunt and concentrating totally on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the wildly pulsing little bud of her clit. Then she uttered an even louder moan as she shoved the same three fingers savagely back into the trembling depths of her cunt. Her hugely pulsing tits heaved with the effort of her hoarse breathing as her nakedly writhing asscheeks jerked frenziedly up and down off the bed. For a moment longer, she remained in the purgatory of her desperate, unfulfilled lust until, heightened and distorted by the joint she'd smoked, the obscene vision of Gary Webster's ravishment bf the virginal young secretary reentered her mind. And then, suddenly, it began: a deep trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced in a volcano of exploding frustrations, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lust-possessed brunette even further intensified the rapid stroking of her thumb over the wildly pulsating bud of her clitty while continuing the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her curl-rimmed cunt. Her breath rasped in short gasps as she cried out deliriously, wallowing in the depraved bliss of the lightning-like jolts shooting through her.

At last Alice's whitely trembling asscheeks sank down against the bed in exhausted satiety and she dropped her head limply to the pillow, still gasping from the strain of her frenzied activity. She reached down for the sheet and pulled it lightly up over her body.

For several moments longer the lewd little spasms continued to course through her pussy. She moved a hand slowly up to one of her still throbbing titties, stroking it tenderly, her eyes closing. Then she lifted her head, again opening her eyes, staring about the empty room in despair. She had solved nothing. Her wanton submission to her obscene lust, to the temptation to relieve herself in the perverted act of finger-fucking her own cunt, may have temporarily satisfied her, but tomorrow she would still need a man just as badly as she had today. Any man. How long could she hold out against her lewd desires, her shameful craving for a cock?