Chapter 7
Lucy Daniels was quivering with excitement. It had been the most heavenly evening she'd ever experienced. Jack Sturtevant had had his own car, a Dodge Dart, a reward from his mother for having been valedictorian in high school back in Plainsville, and he'd picked her up at the sorority house at five-thirty and taken her down the state highway to Moultrie, a prosperous little farming town of about five thousand people, but with an exceptionally good home-cooking restaurant and a surprisingly up-to-date movie theater.
Lucy had been a little worried when she'd gone back to the house that perhaps her "Big Sister" might command her to stay in tonight, but Trude had been exceptionally generous. Of course, Lucy had had to ask her permission, and Trude had just grinned and said, "So you're a switch hitter, are you, baby? Okay, go along and have your fun. Tomorrow's Sunday, so I don't mind how late you come back. Only one thing-you have to tell Mama all about it tomorrow, you hear?" And of course Lucy had had to agree and she couldn't help blushing when she did so as Trude's glittering eyes seemed to look her up and down and strip her naked.
She wasn't exactly sure what being a switch hitter meant, except that probably it was something dirty, because that's the way Trude Jordan was. And she was afraid of the plump junior. That was why it was heaven to go out with a nice boy like Jack and have home-cooked fried chicken and great big ears of golden bantam corn dripping with butter, and a real strawberry pie and good strong coffee. The movie was "Chisholm," with big John Wayne, who was so rugged and manly, and she always did like Westerns. Besides, with Jack holding her hand and her thigh occasionally brushing his-though it was innocent and by accident and not on purpose on her part-she felt as if she had never left Plainsville.
Over dinner, they had laughed a good deal about the fact that she had been in some of his classes and not really noticed him or, if she had, not really thought about him at all except as just part of the classroom scenery. And knowing him to be so handsome, she blurted, "My goodness, Jack, I imagine all the girls there were just crazy about you." But he had just shaken his head and chuckled and said, "Maybe so, but I didn't really notice. You see, I know it sounds sappy, but because Dad's gone and Mom looks up to me as the man of the family, I was concentrating on doing good in school to please her."
It was really refreshing, no matter how old-fashioned it was, to hear a good-looking boy like this one say something like that, Lucy felt. And so in the few short hours of their date, she already was closer to him in spirit than she could ever be with somebody like Trude Jordan. And that was probably why, after the movie, when he looked at her and said, "Want to go for a drive?" she suddenly found herself brazenly saying, "Jack honey, could we-I mean, would your landlady object if I came up to your room so we could talk about things and stuff like that?"
He'd looked at her with a smile, and then flushed a little and said in a very husky voice, "She happens to be out of town, so the point won't even come up. I'd like that too, Lucy baby."
She was sitting on the couch, admiring the nice neat way he kept his room, and the small bookcase and the radio over by the little night table beside the bed. It was a comfortable old couch, and it didn't creak. She felt relaxed and good and happy, the first time she really felt that way since she left Plainsville. He was sitting beside her, and they had been talking about what they were gonna do in later years when they finished college. And then all of a sudden he turned to her and said, "I guess Mom really wants me to take over the farm. It's not an exciting life, but it's secure. People always need food, even if there is a depression, you know. I like to write, the way Dad did, though I'll never be as good as he was."
"You shouldn't say that, it's much too early, Jack," she defended him.
"You're awfully sweet, Lucy. I've got a little secret to tell you."
"Oh?"
"Uh huh. You know, maybe you didn't notice me in school back there, but I sure noticed you. You were the prettiest girl in the class. Only I figured you had so many boyfriends there wasn't any use getting in line."
She blushed adorably and lowered her eyes. She had put on her prettiest outfit tonight, and even Trude Jordan had had some malicious flattery for her, flattery with cruel, underlying malice: "You know, pledge, you can tell a book by its covers, and you sure got a pretty one. But the real way to hook a guy is to take off the cover. Only maybe you'll find you like the DC way better than the AC."
She was thinking about that now as she twisted her fingers in her lap and looked down at the floor. Did Trude mean that because of what the junior had made her do yesterday, she was hooked on going to bed and loving up a girl instead of a boy? Well, she told herself, tonight she was going to find out for sure. She wore a tight-fitting yellow rayon print dress, and she had put on her sheerest pair of smoke-colored stockings, hooking them up with the tabs of a pink satin-elastic garterbelt around her supple waist. She had combed and fluffed up her pageboy, and it shimmered under the light from the ceiling, deepening the luster as well as playing up her wonderfully soft complexion of pale white with rosy flecks. Her face was quite sensitive, with cheekbones slantingly set, her nose daintily uptilted with very thin, widely flaring wings. She had a full sweet mouth, the lower lip somewhat riper than its soft mate and quite tremulous (this was something which had given Trude Jordan the hots for the freshman pledge). Her eyes were quite well set apart, quite large and a soft hazel, with tiny green flecks at the iris, and surmounted by thin, pencilled brows. Altogether, Lucy Daniels was intensely appetizing. Slightly on the tall side, with lovely long legs, a slim waist, and the ample oval-shaped bottom which had so appealed to Trude Jordan's sadistic instincts, she had a rather small pair of titties, but they were just as appetizing in their own way as the rest of her: firm, widely spaced round globes with adorably narrow aurolae and crinkly nipples.
"You're just saying that," she giggled, very self-consciously aware of her deepening blushes.
"No, it's true," Jack Sturtevant protested, moving closer to her on the couch, his left arm slipping around her waist. "And you know how a small town is, too, Lucy. How everybody talks about everybody else. If I'd wanted to talk to you or anything like that, it'd be all over town. And like I said, Mom was sort of worked up about me doing well so I could go on to Northeastern with good grades."
She had begun to shiver at the feel of his arm around her waist, and she was surprised that she had just about forgotten all the nasty things Trude had made her do. Her bottom was still very tender from the paddling, and it made her squirm a little, and she hoped he wouldn't think she was being too sexy or over anxious. But she was just hoping that he would kiss her very quickly so she would find out just how she really felt about him. So far, it was just the sympathy between them, the fact that he was from the same home town, and maybe that was partly due to homesickness and also how miserable she felt because of what Trude had done to her. She had to know if it was really Jack she wanted to fuck her, not just any boy. And so far the answer was a resounding yes!
And then suddenly, without warning, he put his right hand to her soft little dimpled chin and bent to her and kissed her good and hard. She gasped, taken by surprise, and she didn't resist at all. It was just wonderful! His mouth was firm and warm and it was a good honest boy-kiss, not the nasty kind Trude had made her learn. Oh no, she didn't want to be a switch hitter, if that was what Trude had meant, the kind of girl who could be screwed by either boy or girl and get just as much fun out of one as the other!
Her arms went round his neck, and she gave him back his kiss with interest. She heard him moan a little, and his arm tightened round her and then his right hand slipped down and the next thing she knew, his palm was pressing hard against one of her titties. And the miracle of miracles, she could feel her nipple stiffening and the tingling sensation between her tensing thighs grow itchier and itchier.
"You're awfully sweet, Lucy Daniels," Did anybody ever tell you that?" he said thickly as he finally took his mouth away and stared into her humid, dilated eyes.
"No, Jack," she murmured faintly. She looked at him with a kind of desperate yearning. She hoped he could read her thought waves and yet not think her a cheap little round-heeled tramp. She wanted to be fucked so bad she could taste it. She wanted him to take off all her clothes and play with her titties and pussy and her bottom, and finally make her thighs feel like jelly as he tickled them and then gripped them and pulled them open so he could stick his big thing into her soft squirmy cunt. She had learned some of those words in school, when some of the older girls used to gather around at lunchtime recess and talk about their boyfriends and how they had made out in the back of a parked car near Sanders Creek way up in the hills where couples used to go for heavy necking.
At the back of her mind, there was a tiny little worry about how expert he was in getting to her so quickly, which might mean that he screwed a lot of girls and was just a chaser. But her mind wasn't really listening. Her flesh was.
"You're so good for me, Jack," she breathed, tightening her hold around his neck and rubbing noses with him while her cheeks flamed with an adorable blush. "And am I ever glad my Big Sister said I could go out tonight."
He let go of her for a moment and stared earnestly at her. "You sound as if you've been having a helluva time, Lucy honey. Want to tell me about it?"
"I-I really shouldn't. I mean, a pledge is on her honor not to blab about what goes on in the house."
"Did they initiate you yet?"
"No, that-that comes during Hell Week and that's not until about the third week of October.
"I get the feeling you've already been sort of initiated, if you know what I mean," he frowned.
Again she looked down at her lap and she knew that her cheeks and earlobes and temples were flaming. "Sort of," she hesitantly admitted.
"That's rough! I know that girls could be mean to one another, meaner than boys, lots of times," he sympathized. Then again his arm was around her waist, his hand was tilting up her chin and his mouth was crushing hers very hotly. She moaned a little and moved closer to him, wanting him to understand that she was all his. And she wanted to tell him about Trude, too, except she was a little scared. What if he thought she was-well, a queer. Maybe he wouldn't want to love her up, then. But she had to find out.
"It's sort of like being a slave, in a way, Jack," she said in a low, shaky voice as she stroked his cheek with her right hand and kept her left arm round his neck. "And a pledge can't say anything to the other girls or go talk to the Dean or anything like that, or they'd blackball you for good. And they'd all have a meeting and paddle me awfully hard before they kicked me out of the house."
"It really sounds rough, honey. I don't guess I'll be in any hurry to sign up with any frat. I like being by myself this way, anyhow. Especially right now. You know what I mean, Lucy?"
He tilted up her chin and stared into her eyes. She blushed hotly and nodded and said faintly, "Why-yes. I'm so glad you feel that way about me. I-I like you an awful lot, Jack. I mean it."
His answer was wonderfully satisfactory so far as she was concerned. His left arm seemed to slip down around her hips, and then his right hand was back up against her tittie, and his mouth covered hers and seemed to deliver a sucking kind of wet, eager kiss. She was trembling, and the flesh of her inner thighs was twitching frantically. And then she found her lips opening under his and her own little tongue sticking out very naughtily. She felt his tongue with hers, and she felt him stiffen a little and heard him gasp. And then his hand was squeezing her tittie until her nipple was aching from the sweet pain of it, and there was a fire between her legs that had to be put out before much longer.
"I want to have you, Lucy," he stammered hoarsely. "I just have to. I won't get you into any trouble, so don't worry-you're so sweet, you've got such a gorgeous figure, and you're such a darned nice girl!"
"I-I want you to have me, Jack," she whispered. She was almost ready to faint, the sensations in her body were so many and so varied. She was getting a little dizzy from all this cuddling, and she wanted to taste every blessed minute of it and lose absolutely nothing of it.
"You sweet darling!" he panted. "You won't be sorry, I'm really crazy about you, honey!" And then his right hand was slipping under her skirt and petticoat, because the weather was still too warm to wear a full slip, and she felt his fingers brush her upper bare thigh and touch the hems of her panties and the tickling sensation in her pussy became almost unbearable.
"You-you better let me take off my d-dress, darling," she heard herself whispering. She didn't know how she could be so shameless and yet at the same time be so happy. It hadn't been that way at all with Trude. She didn't want to tell him, but she knew she was going to have to. She just had to tell someone she could trust because after what had happened last night, she might be a slave all semester long. And then there was Hell Week coming up.
"S-Sure, baby." He let her go and she rose, her legs unsteady, reached down and pulled up her dress and drew it off and put it over the back of the couch, then unfastened the waistband of the petticoat. His eyes devoured her in bra, panties, garter belt and hose and pumps. Under his scrutiny, she felt herself blushing all the way down to her titties. She stood there with her arms at her sides offering herself to him in this lovely before-bed inspection, and all she hoped was that she was going to pass!
He walked quickly over to the window and pulled down the shade, then took off his suit coat, pulled off his tie and shirt. He was rangy, and strong, and he wasn't hairy. And her heart began to beat faster, she could see the bulge in his trousers and knew that it was meant for her. Suddenly, irrationally, she almost giggled; she was thinking how lucky it was that she'd had that bike accident and lost her cherry, because now there wouldn't be any blood or pain or anything like that, and it'd be so nice for both of them, and she wanted it to be so very much.
Now he was down to his shorts and socks, and the bulge was even more prominent than ever. He came to her, with a sort of self-conscious grin, and she realized that a boy could be just as scared the first time with a girl as vice versa. And it gave her a greater confidence in that knowledge. She held out her arms to him, and she felt his hands reach round her and unhook the straps of the bra and then she felt it fluttering down onto the floor and her naked firm small titties were prodding against his chest as he hugged her to him, his hands going down to squeeze her bottom through the panties. Her mouth mashed to his, and again her tongue drove eagerly into his mouth. She felt her pussy rub against the hard, unyielding structure of his prick, and the fluttering, tingling, humid sensation inside her quim was just about driving her crazy.
"You're gorgeous, Lucy baby, you're just too much," he panted. Both his hands squeezing her bottom, he bent his head and put his lips to one of her nipples and began to suck and lick and kiss it. She caught the back of his head with both hands, her own head tilting back and her eyes closing, and she began to shiver violently. "Oh, Jack, oh that's so good, so sweet, oh, keep on doing it, honey!" She had heard her voice as from far away. Her thighs were going to give way, they were shaking so, and the itching between them was just too much. He was going to have to do something about it fast!
"I want to see the rest of you, baby," he said hoarsely as he took his mouth away from her nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, hard and dark and pointing in tumescence. She could only stare at him yearningly, he dropped down to his knees and began to slide her panties down slowly, very slowly, leaving them at her knees. And then with a kind of muffled gasp, his fingers were digging into her bottom till it really hurt and she winced and gasped out, "Ouch, darling!" And then she squirmed frantically, because he had just put his mouth against her bush and she could feel his lips against the lips of her cunt and it was just seventh heaven. She felt herself churning inside, as if everything were fermenting and being drawn to the surface.
Now his tongue drove between the lips of her quim, brushed the button of her clitoris, and she moaned and then sobbed, twisting her fingers in his hair, rumpling it, her body jerking fitfully. At last he rose, and tugged off his shorts, and she saw the long, broadly thick shaft of his cock with the dark veins standing out as if ready to burst through the tight skin, and the plum-shaped head of his organ with the lips puckering to tell her that he was holding back his load until he could get himself inside of her to the very hilt.
He walked over to the night table beside the bed, opened the drawer and took out a box of safes, fitted one on while she stared, intrigued and also a little amused. But the hot itching sensation in her pussy grew when he turned back to her, and she could read his desire for her in his flushed face, the glowing eyes, the swelling chest and his bobbing prick.
She kicked off her pumps and in just garter belt and stockings moved to the bed. "Hey-your bottom, Lucy!" He said in a hoarse, trembling voice, pointing. She stopped, glanced back and down at herself over her shoulder. "What do you mean, Jack honey?"
"Boy, that Big Sister of yours really put you through the mill! It's still a little red, all over," he told her.
"Ohh! I-I-she-she did p-p-paddle me a little yesterday, does it still show?"
"You bet it does! Why, that bitch, whoever she is, to treat a gorgeous sweet girl like you that way!" His voice was angry as he came to her, took her by the shoulders and turned her so that he could stare at her bottom. Lucy Daniels quivered violently, and she felt that she was blushing all over and not just from that paddling. She felt one of his hands stroke her behind, and she leaned her head back against his chest and whimpered a little, "Oh lover, oh that's nice, it doesn't hurt, not really!"
"Why did she do that to you?"
"Because-because I didn't shine her shoes the way she wanted me to."
"That's not a funny joke, Lucy honey."
"I mean it. A pledge has to do things for her Big Sister. If she doesn't, she gets paddled, that's what."
"Did you have to do her shoes over again after she spanked you, Lucy?"
"Uh huh."
"I wish I could get my hands on her, I'd take a paddle to her tail in a way she wouldn't forget in a hurry," he said angrily. Lucy Daniels thrilled at this. She could just die now, she felt so happy to have found him. And it was sort of exciting, to have him feel so concerned about her spanked bottom. If he'd spanked her, she wouldn't have minded at all. She had never felt so naughty, and yet so eager to be naughty!
Now he turned her round to face him, and his hands grasped the cheeks of her behind and pulled her up against him till the white-sheathed ridged ramrod of his prick was pressing right into the furry nest of her cunthole. She put her arms around him and strained herself against him, her naked titties mashing against his chest, till he could feel the hard points scraping his flesh. Their lips met and this time his tongue boldly entered between hers, and she felt an electrifying shiver run all the way through her.
"What else did she do to you, Lucy honey?" he demanded, his voice thick and shuddering.
"I-I don't want to tell you, honest I don't. Youyou won't like me if I do," she murmured, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against his chest.
"I'll spank you if you don't, I mean it, Lucy Daniels! Now you tell me!"
The delicious, deeply hidden masochistic impulse made her shake her head and murmur, "No I won't."
"All right, you asked for it!" he panted. He lifted her up in his arms, carried her over to the wide double bed, sat on the edge and then reversed her over his lap.
"Jack Sturtevant, you stop that!" She was half laughing, half crying, so churningly wrought up inside that she wanted half to giggle, half to cry. And she could feel his stiff ramrod pressed off to an angle and prodding her bare belly as he put his left arm around her waist and gave her a good hard spank on her right bottom cheek. "Stop it, that's not nice!" she protested.
"You're going to tell me, or I'll really spank you hard, Lucy honey! I can see why this Big Sister of yours wanted to use the paddle, you've got such a sweet, gorgeous tail on you!" His hand came down again, this time on the other cheek, and even harder.
"Oww! Stop it, that hurts, I tell you!"
"It's going to hurt a lot worse if you don't tell me what I want to know. I mean it, Lucy!" This time, his hand descended three times, each time flattening against the base of her right bottom globe.
"Please-oww-eeeowww! I'll be good, oh please stop!"
"Well?" he menaced, keeping his right hand up in the air ready to attack her reddening, jouncy bottom.
"She-she made me I-I-love her up, Jack. I didn't want to, but I had to, she-she paddled me so awfully hard," Lucy Daniels began to sniffle. She covered her blushing face with her hands and abandoned herself over his lap.
"You mean in bed, like now?" he pursued.
"Uh huh. But I said I didn't want to. That's why I didn't want to tell you, I thought you'd think I was a t-t-tramp and wouldn't want to have me," she whimpered.
"You adorable little sap!" He laughed with relief. "I've got a pretty good idea what goes on at sorority houses, Lucy. Your Big Sister is just a dirty little dyke who loves to be spiteful and to make people dance to her orders. Don't you worry, I'll find a way of paying her back for what she did to you. Now I'll show you what it's like to have some real loving. Want me to?"
"Oh yes, darling, oh do it to me now, I need it so after that!" she panted.
He rolled her off his lap, then clambered onto the bed and fell upon her. Lucy Daniels uttered a sobbing little cry of delight. Her thighs straddled hugely to admit him. She reached for him with her arms and flung them round him, and their lips met and his tongue drove back and forth inside her mouth. She could feel his prick head prodding away to try to enter, and she arched her loins up to help him. She felt him slip in and pierce her, as she cried out in her delight and his kiss silenced her.
Now, his left hand on her right tittie, his right hand under her left bottom cheek, he thrust himself forcibly into her tight sheath. Oh it was so good, it was ever so much better than what Trude had done to her and what she'd had to do to Trude! She didn't want to ever do that to Trude again, not ever, not even if Trude paddled her to death!
But all she could think of now was the thousand and one lovely sensations that were invading her. She clutched her stockinged legs over his thighs to clamp him to her, and then her hips began to swerve and jerk back and forth as she commenced the cadence of their fucking.
His mouth came down on the other nipple, and began to suck and kiss it. She whimpered and groaned, almost dying with the ecstasy of all this. He was inside her to the hairs, grinding into her, and she could feel the walls of her cunt twitch and grasp his invading shaft. She wanted to belong to him so much, she wanted him to have everything. This was so thrilling, so wonderful, and it helped drive away all the nightmares about Trude Jordan.
He drew himself back slowly, his hands tightening on tittie and bottom cheek, and his lips returned to suck her hardening nipple bud. Her hands began to rumple his hair again, and her hips began to arch and squirm and twist to follow his diggings. "Oh darling-oh it's so good-oh please do me good, make me forget all about Trude," she gasped.
"Trude? Oh yeah, your Big Sister. You wait, Lucy, you and I are going to think of something to pay her back. I mean it."
"Oh if you only could," she heard herself panting. And then passion took over and her pussy demanded all the attention in the world. "Oh don't talk anymore, just give it to me, give it to me good and hard, do everything to me now, I need it so!"
His answer was to slip both hands under her bottom cheeks, to sink his fingers deeply into the jouncy globes, and then he began to fuck her with long slow delvings which drove to the very bottom of her love-chasm and stirred all the hidden emotions of her being until she could feel the volcano-like rumblings of upheaval in the very bottom of her cunt.
Her legs had shifted over his bottom now, and she was crushing herself up against him, her titties flattening against his chest. Her tongue was digging back and forth inside his mouth to imitate his own digging inside of her cunt. It hurt her bottom where his sinewy fingers dug into the tender, paddled flesh, but it hurt wonderfully. She didn't want it ever to stop. Her breath was beginning to come quickly, and her body was shuddering turbulently as slowly, inexorably, she felt the churning, seething tides in her quim surge to the surface. And then a sobbing cry escaped her as she began to buck and jerk and twist, trying to drain him of his essence, trying to feel the hot sting of his jism lash the walls of her greedy, straining, passionate young cunt.
She felt him slip a finger up against her bumhole, throb the dainty, puckering, crinkly lips and then enter. She shouted aloud at her ecstasy, "Oh yes, oh that's good, oh give it to me, fuck me, screw me, oh Jack darling, I need it so, oh Jack, now, give it to me good!"
She hardly knew what she was saying, her body was all cunt now, as his tool began to accelerate its pace. The few hard spanks he had given her naked seat had rekindled all the fire of yesterday's paddling. And that fire together with what was burning her up inside her cunt made her almost ungovernable.