Chapter 7
The next week she tried to avoid Sharon if at all possible. She had thought about what had happened and she couldn't help but feel guilty. She didn't know what she would do if her father ever found out that she had been taken by several different men in one night, and two or three of them at the same time. She knew that she should never get herself in that position again, but even though she knew it was wrong, she had found it exciting and mysterious. Her mind was in a turmoil when she tried to study, so she finally decided that she would never, never do anything like that again. She couldn't afford the time to daydream if she wanted to pass her final exams, and that was the most important thing at the time.
Sharon had tried to bring the subject of another party up to her several times, but she always made some excuse about having to study, or having made other plans. She couldn't let herself submit to the awful temptation again!
During the final week before exams she was closing the door to her room so that she could study alone without interruption. Sharon had come in several times, but she had told her that she preferred to study alone.
"Well, here's a little something just in case you get bored," she answered, and threw a packet of pictures on her desk.
Jenny didn't have to open them to know what was inside, and she looked at Sharon, smiled and thanked her.
"Doubt if I'll have much time for that sort of thing, but thanks anyway!"
"Sure . . . anytime. Let me know if you change your mind about another party." And she left Jenny alone in her room.
She opened her psychology book and began to go over the notes that she had taken that semester, but her mind would not stay on her lessons. She kept thinking about what her father would do, what he would say if he ever found out. But, at the same time, she couldn't deny the fact that she had enjoyed the lovemaking in spite of everything else, so she decided to try to think about something else. She fingered the packet of pictures Sharon had left with her, hesitating momentarily before she opened them. Every one was different from the ones she had seen before and she couldn't take her eyes away from them. She felt that same, gnawing tightness building between her thighs as she studied the different positions and admired the size of the men in the pictures. Those women looked so content, so blissful, and she wondered if she had looked like that when she was making love. She squirmed in her seat, unable to get rid of the tickling feeling in her loins and stomach and she looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her, even though she knew she was alone, then carefully eased one finger inside the elastic of her baby doll pajamas and began to play with the tender, fleshy lips of her vagina as she looked at the pictures and imagined what she would have felt like if she had been the woman in them. It felt so good and she began to rub the tiny nub of her clitoris until she was wriggling frantically in her seat, fanning the burning fire of her desire.
"Ooooooh," she groaned softly as she twisted and pulled at the outer lips of her vagina until she could feel her own juices begin to flow from her caress and she gently inserted one finger into her denied passage as far as it would go.
She moved her hand completely underneath her until she is sitting on her palm, her finger probing the tender walls of her vaginal passage, and she turned to another picture. It shows a woman on her knees, her buttocks lifted high in the air and a giant of a man kneeling in back of her, taking her in the behind. She could see the thickness of his shaft as it disappeared between the cheeks of her buttocks and she thought that the woman must have been in mortal pain, but the woman's face is one of serene ecstasy.
Maybe it won't be so bad the next time, she thought to herself, and squirmed nervously on her finger, teasing the vaginal lining gently with her fingernail, and rubbing her thumb roughly over the hardened nub of her clitoris.
"Ooohhhhh," she groaned again as she felt her vaginal walls contract hopeless around the -thinness of her finger, not quite being able to grasp it tightly enough. Her frustration slowly mounted as she looked at one obscene picture after the other and finally, not being able to stand it, she lifted her knees slightly, balancing them on the edge of her desk and carefully inserted another finger into the open, throbbing passage between her raised thighs. She was so engrossed in looking at the pictures and her own burning desire that she didn't hear the night watchman lower the transom on her window and stand there watching her as she finger-fucked herself wildly into a lewd state of frenzy.
She didn't notice his heavy breathing because she was breathing so fast herself as she tried vainly to bring on her own climax. She thought desperately about the dildo that Sharon had in her room and she was tempted to go ask her for it, but that would be an admission that she does miss sex and she would never stop hounding her about going to the parties again, so she resigned herself to her own ineffectual manipulations.
"Ooohhhh God," she groaned. "I've got to have it. I want it" The watchman was barely able to contain himself and debated whether or not to burst into the room and take her by force or try to sneak in quietly and surprise her. He couldn't take his eyes off her firm, ripe young body, outlined by the light from her desk as it shone through ihv. sheerness of her pajamas. He let himself slowly down from his perch at the transom and decided that now is the time to use his passkey and satisfy her eager, hungry young body. His penis is all ready bulging and jerking inside his trousers, but he has to be quiet so he won't scare her and she won't scream.
"What a luscious, tempting body," he whispered wickedly to himself as he quietly put his passkey in her lock and eased the door open.
Jenny was bent over her desk, intently studying the pictures from every angle while her fingers toyed madly with her damp vagina and throbbing clitoris. She didn't hear him at all as he sneaked carefully in back of her chair and stood there watching her as she looked wild-eyed at the pictures. Her fingers were working so furiously inside her that several times the watchman was afraid that she would fall off the chair and discover him, but he didn't move. His thick, hard penis is sticking out from behind his open fly and he is rubbing his hand up and down vigorously along the monstrous, long shaft, pulling the foreskin back over the blood-red knob of his pulsating cock.
He was almost unable to contain himself any longer and he groaned softly, but she heard him and turned around sharply, barely able to pull her fingers out from their warm, wet hiding place between her legs.
"Oh . . ." she choked out startled, and opened her mouth to scream when he clamped his fat, meaty hand over her face.
"Don't make a sound," he warned her, lifting her out of her chair, his hot, jerking penis bouncing against the cheeks of her buttocks.
She looked at him, terror written all over her face and she wondered what he is going to do. Tears of fright begin to stream down her face and she struggled in his vise-like grip, but he threw her on the bed and held her down, his unshaven face only inches from hers.
"If you scream or tell anybody, young lady, I'll tell them about your little affair in another room ... with another girl one night!" he hissed.
"W-w-what," she stammered softly.
"You know exactly what I mean, and I heard the whole thing, so don't try to get funny!"
"They'd never believe you, you tramp. You'd better get out of here or I'll scream my head off."
"Well, what about those lovely pictures you have there on your desk. What would the school and your parents say about them?"
She knew that she was trapped and she couldn't afford to have the school find out about them or she'd be expelled and they would explain the whole circumstances to her father. Her father! She couldn't let him know... ever!
"Just do as I say and well get along just fine," he grinned, glaring down at the rise of her full, firm breasts underneath the top of her nightgown. "What do you want me to do?" she implored, trying to stifle her sobs.
"Just get down on the floor ... on your knees," he commanded her harshly. She hesitated slight! and then moved off the mattress and knelt on the rug alongside her bed. He stood over her, his fat, jerking prick bouncing just above her head. She looked up at him and he was stroking the massive, throbbing stalk of flesh suggestively, leering down at her helpless body cringing her knees before him as though he were a god to be worshipped.
"You're going to suck me, baby," he growled. "You're going to take me in that tiny, young rose-Hid mouth of yours and suck me 'til I tell you to stop. I'm going to stretch your Lips until you think your cheeks are going to split." His voice was hard and cruel sadistic and filled with lust.
"Now come over to me," he ordered her, and moved back a few paces.
She started to get up, but he put his hand on her shoulder. "On your knees! Don't get off your knees," he repeated, grinning maliciously at her.
She moved slowly across the space to where he was standing and stopped. "Come on," he said eagerly. "Come to daddy!" The thought of her father sent a shudder through her body and she cringed and didn't lift her head.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up sharply, twisting her neck as he pulled her toward him.
"Take it in your hands first," he commanded. "I want you to feel all of it, the whole thing, so you know what you're going to have to suck. I bet you've never had a man in that young, little mouth before," he continued.
She felt sick and wanted to lie down, but his hand lashed out and struck her cruelly across her face, starting a fresh torrent of tears spilling from her eyes. She jumped and almost fell into him as she recoiled from his abuse.
"Now DO IT!"
She raised her hands slowly and took his entire cock between her fingers, closing it around the shaft gingerly.
"Move it up and down," he barked. "Play with me the way you were playing with yourself!"
She began to manipulate the foreskin back and forth on his thick, jerking rod, revealing the huge red knob of the head with each stroke.
"Play with my balls," he panted, spreading his legs further apart and steadying his balance. "Reach inside my pants and bring them out!"
She reached inside the tough cloth of his trousers and pulled out his loose sacs and jiggled them in the palm of her hand. God, they must weigh a ton she thought to herself.
He moved his hips forward so that his massive cudgel was just an inch away from her eyes, bobbing up and down in her hands like a yo-yo.
"Tell me you want it . . . you like it," he demanded lecherously. "Tell me you've never seen anything like it!"
God, she thought, he does have a big one for such an old, dirty man! I wouldn't have thought he could even get hard. The thought almost made her laugh, but she knew that he would hit her again if she did.
"Yes . . . yes . . ." she stammered instead, "I ike it... I want it. It's beautiful!"
"Ha!" he nearly bellowed. "I'll break you in right. I'll satisfy your hot little body better'n any little lesbian can do it."
She looked up at him and his eyes were half-closed as he muttered obscenities at her and she knew that this must be the way he enjoyed his sex. She held his stiff cock firmly in her hand and thought, if he wants me to rub him, I'm going to rub him good. I'll make him remember me!
She moved her hands faster and more firmly up and down on his hardened prick until she could hear his breathe coming in short, desperate pants.
"Blow me . . . suck me," he told her chokingly, pulling her hair and forcing her face into his heated crotch.
It must be at least seven inches long, she thought and hesitated a moment before she felt his fingers prying at the corners of her mouth forcing it open. The idea of being a receptacle for this horrible man's sperm was repulsive to her and she started to cough at the thought, but his hands held her head firmly against him. She could feel the hardness and the heat from his throbbing staff against her cheek and tried to turn her face away from him, but it was useless.
His fingers delved between her teeth and pressed down on her tongue, holding her mouth open long enough for him to ease the monstrous red head of his prick between her lips and into her throat. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid were seeping from the end of his cock, spilling onto the bottom of her mouth with a salty, pungent taste.
He began to rotate and undulate his hips toward her face, still holding her head firmly so that she could not pull away.
"Lick me . . . suck . . . harder," he gasped, his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound.
He dragged her toward him as he moved a few steps backwards and sat down on her chair so that he wouldn't lose his balance. His fingers released their grip on her hair for several minutes while his fingers explored the full, ripeness of her breasts beneath her nightgown top, cruelly pinching the sensitive nipples into hardness.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . uuugggghhh," she groaned, opening her mouth slightly so she could catch her breath.
"Don't stop . . . keep sucking," he hissed at her. "That's my little girl."
He kept staring down at her, admiring his long, hard shaft disappearing between the helplessly submitting girl's wide-stretched lips.
She could feel his fingers digging into her soft, pliable flesh, making her skin crawl with each caress as she bobbed up and down on his pulsing manhood. She could see the tufts of his dark, wiry pubic hair where his testicles hung loosely from his large, erect organ.
She wished that he would cum and get it over with, but he seemed as though he could go on forever.
"Suck harder for your daddy," he chuckled, pinching the soft, resilient flesh of her firm, young breasts. "Suck him good . .. make him cum!"
She wanted to bite him, send him screaming in pain for using such a hallowed word but she knew that he would take the pictures from her desk and hold them over her head for the rest of her life if she did that, so she just began to suck and lick at his throbbing penis with renewed alacrity.
She ran her tongue wetly over the veined, pulsing underside of his huge cock, flicking her tongue tantalizingly over the swollen head and into the tiny open pore in the middle. She could feel his stalk jerking in her mouth as though it were completely independent of his body, a new and different life entirely and she licked up and down harder and harder, sucking furiously, pulling her mouth over the entire length out of the very tip and then back again.
He just couldn't tell anyone about those pictures! If he wanted her to suck him to keep him quiet, she would suck him, make him cum . . . anything so he didn't tell the school or her father.
Her mind was tortured with thoughts of what would happen if her father ever did find out and she moved her mouth slavishly up and down on his cock until she thought she would run completely out of breath.
She could only moan softly and continue her lewd worship of his loins as his giant rod drove deeper and deeper into her mouth, shoving its full seven inch length deep into her throat He was swearing at her, running his hands over her entire upper body, pinching and clawing until red welts and bruises showed through the thin material of her pajamas. He was crushing her breasts as though he had never felt such soft, large orbs before, until she was groaning from the pain and humiliation.
Her lips were beginning to dry from the vigorous mouthing and she looked up at Mm, imploring him to stop and let her up, but her gaze was met with an un-giving, steel-like expression, a sadistic leer on his lips.
She felt dirty, totally degraded in her subservient position on the floor. At least at the party she had known two of her partners, but this man was a stranger and she was his slave! She had seen him around the school many times, but he had never spoken to her, and as far as she knew, he didn't speak to any of the girls, but obviously he did make a habit of eavesdropping on their conversations and spying on them in their rooms! She wondered how many other girls he had forced to do this because he knew something about them, and her mind started going over the girls on her floor room by room.
She began to slow down on her mouthing because her jaws ached from the huge intrusion in her mouth, but he grabbed her roughly again and warned her not to stop until he told her to.
She tried to concentrate on making him cum and once again revived her back and forward motion on his erect, jerking cock. Slowly she could feel him swelling to even greater thickness in her mouth and she wondered if she would be able to take it all.
"Suck it good now, baby," he growled. "I'm going to fill that mouth of yours!"
Thank God, she thought, at least in a few minutes it would be over and maybe then he would leave and let her alone.
Her lips closed around his growing shaft more firmly and milked his quivering penis with every ounce of energy she had left until she felt him shudder and the first spurt of his thick, warm sperm shoot deep into her throat.
"Swallow it . . ." he commanded, and she felt as though she would choke from the hot, piquant liquid.
He jerked forward in his chair and grabbed her head fiercely once again, ordering her to hold him in her mouth until he told her to let go. When she was sure that he had completed his orgasm she wanted to get up and rinse out her mouth, but he held her fast. She could feel his now limp cock begin to slip wetly from between her lips, but he seemed insistent on keeping her mouth glued to his crotch.
Finally he let her go and his penis hung loosely and wrinkled against the cloth of his trousers.
"Lick me clean like a good girl," he told her. "Then you can get up."
He sat on the chair, his knees spread out on either side of the seat and she subserviently leaned forward to lick the end of his flaccid prick where trickling remnants of his cum had stayed. She tried to balance herself by holding onto the chair, but he told her not to use her hands, just her mouth!
She leaned over so that she was almost on top of him and tried to catch the wiggling end of his weak, deflated prick with the tip of her tongue, but it avoided her like mercury in a glass. He chuckled maliciously as he watched her bob up and down at his crotch, licking at his penis whenever her tongue could catch it.
Finally he seemed satisfied and got up from his chair.
"You stay on the floor until I am out of the room," he warned her, pinching her one last time on the tip of her breast. "You behave yourself from now on and you won't have anything to worry about, otherwise, you know what I can do!"
Tears were cascading her face, catching at the corner of her mouth as she sobbed uncontrollably, trying to keep her voice down so that no one would hear her.
When she heard the door close she looked up and he had gone. She stumbled blindly to her bed and buried her head in the pillow and sobbed until she fell asleep, exhausted from the physical and mental strain she had just been through at the hands of the school's lowly old janitor.