Chapter 2
"Miss Walker. Miss Sally Walker!"
"All right. I'm here. J-just a...minute," Sally pulled herself groggily from the bed and stumbled to the door. She didn't know the attractive middle-aged lady on the other side, but the woman had short hair and wore high heels it had to be someone from the dorm.
"I'm from the office downstairs," the woman said.
"Yes, yes," the young blonde sighed. She had a good idea what was coming next.
"I'm here about your bill. Sally, your account is paid through the summer session, but it is fall semester now. We must have the $900 deposit, or continue charging you hotel rates."
Sally said nothing.
"The rate has gone up to fifteen dollars a night. So far you owe forty-five."
"But I'll be paying the lump sum as soon as I'm able."
"Yes, but I would do that as soon as possible, since you are accruing these hotel charges in the meantime."
Fifteen dollars a night! Sally closed the door. And just when I can I find another place either!
She walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Yesterday afternoon's search for a cheaper room had been no help to her except to show there was nothing left. It was always like that at the beginning of the term. "Come back in a month when people start dropping out " the woman on Hill Street had advised.
Sally was the kind of girl who was used to being on top of everything...no matter what it took. In fact, right now she was recalling how she'd cheated on her Psych test last spring, after consulting the best student-authorities on the subject. She hadn't really needed it...it was just to make sure her paper was the best. But now problems were coming at her from all directions, irritatingly unmanageable dilemmas that she couldn't really do anything about.
Finally, she picked up a towel and walked barefoot down the hall to the shower room. Standing under the cold jetting spray, she could sense the other girls in the room enviously eyeing her nakedly shivering body, but at the moment it wasn't much satisfaction. What did it all amount to? she soaped her generously full breasts. Having to jerk and massage that damn bartender's penis. . . like I was some kind of prostitute! She'd wanted her first real sexual experience to be with someone...special. Maybe she was a snob, but a bar owner wasn't even on the fringe of her social ladder.
Sally wrapped a towel around her body and walked back down the hall. Thankfully, her new roommate had a seven o'clock class and was already gone. Sally lifted her biggest suitcase from the closet shelf and began pulling her clothes from hangers. At the moment, she didn't know where she'd go, but she supposed she could find a cheaper room in a real hotel.
While she packed, she tried to think. After last night, she no longer had a job. She could probably get full-time day work at the university offices, but then she wouldn't be able to take any classes at all. Her eyes flicked over to the calendar above her desk: October 30th was the last day to drop classes and still get a refund. Two weeks . . .
The ringing telephone cut into her thoughts.
She walked to the bureau. Her fingers trembled nervously through her long disheveled hair as she waited for the switchboard operator downstairs to transfer the connection.
There was a sudden interruption on the other end, and a noise like the receiver falling against something hard. Then the voice came through . . .
"Sally...Sally, this is Kitty from the 'Liner. Bill wants to know...are you going to work tonight?"
"No."
"That's what he was afraid of. Look, he drank too much last night, but you can't leave us here with one waitress. Namely me." Sally heard the redhead lighting a cigarette.
"Well, I'm sorry . . . " she couldn't think of anything else to say.
Kitty turned suddenly sweet. "Sally, you can make a lot of money on this job. I'll show you how to really go for the tips...I didn't last night because we were so busy and...I hardly know you. Bill says you have money problems."
"That's true. I just this second decided to get a full-time job in the Business Office and drop classes entirely."
"Well, okay . . . "
Sally thought the conversation was over when there was some mumbling, another loud clatter, and Bill Larson suddenly came on the line.
"Are you going to drop by today for your pay?"
"No, maybe tomorrow. I have to leave the dorm. Today I'll be busy finding a hotel room."
"A hotel room? Hell, you can stay at Kitty's...Listen, put your things in a cab and come on down here. I'll pay for it."
"I'm sorry...but.. . "
Bill Larson, at the other end of the line, chose that moment to hang up. He didn't do it for any special reason, but having said his piece, considered the conversation finished. He looked at Kitty sitting wide-mouthed in the chair across from his desk.
"You asked her to stay at my place," the redhead gasped.
"It's just till she finds something else."
"Oh, that's just great. All I need is a teenage roommate."
Larson watched the redhead pull up from her chair and stalk out of the room. "By the way, I do happen to have a date tonight. What are you going to do about that?" she turned on the hallway and stuck her head in the office door. Suddenly she took off again.
"You can leave early." Larson followed her wagging buttocks up the stairs.
"It's an all-night date...You let me know how I'm going to manage that...when you figure it out."
Kitty flung her sweater over her shoulders and walked across the bar to the front door. "I'm going home to get some sleep," she walked out onto the sidewalk without saying goodbye.
Larson watched through the window as Kitty's flame-colored head cut through the throngs of students milling up and down the sidewalk. He walked closer to the window and smiled at her luscious young body undulating provocatively beneath the tight sweater and slacks. A trio of male students stopped to let the sexy-looking redhead pass, gaped after her, then grinned at each other . . .
A half-drunk cup of cold coffee sat on the bar and, turning away from the window, Larson took the cup with him to the kitchen and refilled it. Coming back to the bar he pulled up on the stool closest to the window. It was class break and the street was literally packed with hundreds of beautiful young girls...Bill's thoughts flicked on to Sally. Tonight, she'd have to hang around after work until Kitty's apartment was free, but he saw no point in mentioning that until it was actually closing time at the 'Liner. He'd wait around for her, and see to it that she drank more than last night, he thought and pulled up from the stool. Stuck alone with him in the empty bar, half-drunk at three in the morning, she wouldn't even want to resist him.
The young blonde poked her head in the door at exactly five minutes before eight that night. Giving him a cool frown, she dropped her two suitcases in the first booth, then walked back outside into the fading sunlight to pay for the taxi-cab. Then she came inside again with another bag . . .
"I told you I'd pay for it," Larson was walking back from the kitchen where he'd moved her two suitcases.
"Thank you, but I have the money to cover it," she rested a small train case on the floor. "Naturally, I'll also pay Kitty for letting me stay with her...as soon as I receive my pay check."
"Naturally," Bill made a face to her back as the young blonde took off with her train case to the kitchen.
In the back room, Sally placed her small suitcase in the corner where Bill had stacked her two larger bags. She felt funny being here, but, all in all, she'd decided Bill's offer was too good to resist. She supposed it was best to wait till after work to move her things to Kitty's apartment. In any case, no one had said anything about her taking them over now...and the uneasy coed didn't plan to ask Larson; she hoped to talk to him as little as possible.
The clock over the sink said three to eight, and Sally opened the screen door and walked into the alleyway, waiting for Charlie, the dishwasher, to arrive and the bar to open up at eight before she returned to the front room with Larson. Outside, it was a hot autumn night, dusky and just hanging on the edge of night, and she strained to see in the dim light, looking up at a cat traveling from one rooftop to the next, across the tops of the buildings that surrounded the narrow alleyway.
"We've got some customers out here," Larson appeared behind her in the entryway to the kitchen.
"I'm coming," Sally said to Bill and followed him out from the kitchen into the front room. It wasn't going to be easy working with Larson now, she thought nervously, moving behind the counter for her tray, but she meant to quit the job as soon as possible.
By eleven that night, Sally's eyes were smarting from three hours of working in the smoke-filled bar from trying to see through the thick cloud of cigarette smoke that hung over the booths like bomb fallout. It looked yellow in the hazy light. Saturday night and the dimly illuminated bar was packed to the gills with well-dressed students, all slamming down as many drinks as possible in the last hour before closing time.
"Sally," Bill Larson called out from behind the bar. "Get that table to the rear before you break, will you?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing," the young blonde shot over her shoulder and flashed on by him. She had to scream at Larson the blare of music was so loud. And the carpeted aisle in front of her was now blocked by a couple slowly dancing.
"And tell those kids to cut the dancing!" Larson yelled behind her.
"Sorry, but our license doesn't permit dancing," Sally maneuvered around the couple.
Carrying her overloaded tray, she picked her way toward a booth in a far, far corner of the bar. The young blonde was floating on the drinks Larson had already given her. Bill watched her curvy young form cutting in and out of the aisles. She hadn't gotten around to being friendly yet, but she seemed to him to be in a better disposition than when she'd arrived. Then he let his mind dwell on the possibilities of what he could do to that haughty young student later that night with her too drunk to resist. . .
Sally got rid of all the drinks but one, then dropped her tray, and walked toward the back of the bar for her break. At first she'd not wanted to accept the drinks Bill kept shoving her way, but they energized her and alleviated some of the terrible worry she'd felt about her mounting problems. In a way, waitressing -moving fast in and out of the tables made her feel almost like she was dancing, too. Now, if she could just avoid talking to Larson, she thought, dropping into the empty booth with her Scotch, she might like the job, after all.. .
She took a sip of the Scotch and rested her head against the cool leather back of the booth, then squinted through the haze at the clock over the bar. . . one half-hour to midnight. She shouldn't have drunk so much, but the evening was almost over now.
"Excuse me."
She glanced up and recognized Jimmy Ames he was in her English class.
"I didn't know you were working here," the football player peered through the dim light, leaning against the booth while he stood.
"I'm hung up for money," Sally shrugged.
Through bleary eyes, she looked up at his long black sideburns and handlebar mustache. His dark hair contrasted nicely with the expensive beige sweater covering his huge shoulders. She supposed he made a lot of money...she'd heard about the football players being paid way beyond their big scholarships, though it was illegal. She'd also heard a horrid story...about a date of his who'd been gang-banged by the entire football team...but she figured there wasn't any harm in just talking with him.
"Well, it's your business," he wiped beer from his huge mustache. "But I'd think it'd be too rough...for a nice girl like you."
Sally thought she saw a question in his eyes, but the moment passed. "Well, I'd better get up," she glanced at the clock, and half-finished her drink.
He stepped back as she slid out into the aisle.
"Where you living?" he wrapped an arm lightly around her shoulder, and held his beer glass in the other hand.
"Well, I'm moving in with the other waitress temporarily."
"Kitty?" he looked surprised, and then his eyes lit up like he was remembering something. "Well, see you around," he smiled and finally stepped back so she could pass.
Sally moved to the bar to deliver an order. She'd just managed to forget about him when he suddenly appeared behind her . . .
"See you in English," he grabbed her arm to get her attention and gave her a little wave.
"Yes, so long," Sally nodded after him.
While she waited for Larson to take her order, Sally watched Ames exit from the bar. Then her blurred gaze fell on Kitty. Now it was the redhead's break and Kitty was sitting in the back booth with a dark-haired, middle-aged man. Probably one of the alumni, Sally thought. The Airliner's atmosphere was posh enough that older people, usually former graduates, dropped by on business trips or during football games. Suddenly, Sally realized that she was staring at two Kitty's...with two middle-aged men's arms draped over her shoulders. God, I've been drinking way too much, she thought.
Sally delivered another order. Then, moving dazedly away from the booth, suddenly the room tilted. Oh! I'm going to pass out! she thought as the room grew dark, and she struggled in the direction of the bar, though she couldn't see it. Climbing up on the stool, her hand fell across the counter, and she dropped the tray. There was a slight clatter in the darkness, and then she rested her head in her hands.
Behind her, someone called out a request for two beers. It's only fifteen minutes, she reassured herself, then I can go home with Kitty and crawl into bed. She realized that she'd forgotten completely to get the two beers, when everyone got up.
"Your drink is sitting in front of you," Bill flashed by her.
"Oh...thank you. But I think I've had enough," she dipped a paper napkin in a half-empty water glass and wiped off her forehead.
She'd gotten drunk. It had to happen sometime, working in a bar, she reassured herself. But now she'd done it once, and she'd never let it happen again. When she looked up again, the room had cleared. She should be helping Kitty clean up, she thought, but she was too afraid of blacking out again.
"You sure you're all right?" Bill's grinning face appeared in the mirror behind the bar as he sat down on the bar stool next to her.
"I think I had better get home. Where's Kitty?" her head seemed to weigh a ton as she looked over her shoulder at the room.
Bill got up and rummaged behind the bar. He picked out a Scotch bottle and lumbered back around to Sally's side of the counter, setting the bottle in front of her. Last night he'd had a good time with Sally, but he was sure tonight was going to be terrific. She shouldn't have come back, he gloated...he unscrewed the Scotch bottle and put a little more liquor in her glass. "Kitty's got a date tonight. But she'll call us down here as soon as the apartment's open."
"A...date? I can't go back there...while she's with him?"
"She'll call in a few hours, and I'll drive you over there. Just sit down in a booth...you'll feel better soon," he slipped off his stool and pulled at her shoulder.
Reluctantly, Sally slid down off the stool and settled limply in the wide couch-sized seat across from the bar. "That's much better," she smiled wanly. "For awhile there, I thought I was going to pass out!"
Bill sat down on the seat beside her. He rested his hand on the outside of her thigh. He could tell it made her suddenly nervous, and he chuckled at the reflexive way she brought the glass to her lips and took a deeper gulp than she'd probably meant to.
"I shouldn't have any more," she looked at the glass irresolutely. "I feel very woozy."
"If you have another sip that feeling'll disappear," he said reassuringly.
He rested his hand more firmly on her thigh, felt the resilient flesh beneath his fingers. For the moment, she was mutely following his instructions, sipping again, while the alcohol sifted numbly through her brain. He drew the glass away from her and set it across the table...she was already pretty far gone. He inched his hand farther up her thigh, until it was just below her adolescent pussy mound.
He watched Sally as she made an effort to get up but naturally enough her body refused to respond to her mental command. So he curled his arms around her shoulders from behind.
"I've got to leave!" she said, abruptly rising.
Bill grunted, he wasn't too concerned. Her legs had turned to pure liquid alcohol and she tottered back down on the cushioned seat in the deep, lounge-like booth.
He laughed and drank some more Scotch. Then she frowned and he imitated her expression to distract her. Abruptly, he leaned so close he could feel her youthfully ripe breasts and startled breath against the side of his neck.
"Please move back...I'm just hanging on till I can go to Kitty's. You said it'll be a few hours?"
"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Kitty's a prostitute."
"A p-p . . . ? "
"Prostitute...hooker," he said. "She's over there making it with some guy right now...I plan to have a little fun myself. . . with your help, of course."
"What?"
Bill felt her tremble as his lips, moist and sensuous, began to kiss her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose bumps of flesh. She blinked uneasily, tentatively trying to pull away from him, but he clamped his hand firmly on her slender arm.
Tonight he had the young student in a state where she couldn't struggle...and this time he was going to make her like it. He began kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the smoothly suntanned skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried more resolutely to get up again, but he pulled her to him so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.
"Oh!" she gasped in spite of herself.
Now, he knew, was the moment to act, and suddenly he gripped her by her arms with all his considerable strength...then pushed her down gently until she lay flat on her back on the seat. "Nooooo," she moaned, trying to sit back up again, but he inched up until he was sitting between her body and the table. He leaned down over her, laughing and kissing her again. A sadistic thrill went through him as he looked down at her struggling body. She tried to sit up again, but he laughed and pushed her right back down. The overhead lights had been turned off, and only the red light behind the bar gave illumination. It's pale iridescence exaggerated the feminine contours of her ripe young body. He watched her eyes widen as they focused on the length of his long hard penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting out against his slacks, a dark stain seeping through the material.
The bartender lay his hand on her thigh and stroked it up her nakedly quivering leg. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as his fingers fluttered back down her thigh, she unclasped her hand, instinctively relaxing. The liquor she'd consumed all evening was suddenly exerting it's full force on her. She was barely conscious enough to enjoy what he was doing and her head fell back, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened.
Suddenly, his hands were at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her white lacy brassiere it was so simple, Larson thought; she looked at him dizzily, then gaped down at her large young breasts as he pulled off her brassiere, her eyes widening as her firm-fleshed mounds leaped free and jellied in front of his face.
"What are you doing?"
Larson half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at the twin milk-white orbs. He made grunting sounds as he began to knead and suck the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. The defenselessly intoxicated blonde cringed away from him, her half-naked body shuddering beneath him in the booth as he continued sucking her eagerly throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples up and down between his teeth in a slow tantalizing rhythm.
"Pleeease!" she groaned. Feebly, she lifted her hands to his head...but it didn't do her any good, she couldn't stop him now!
Suddenly he pushed her hard down on her back and hovered over her on all fours. He reached behind to undo her shoes, then hurrying slid his fingers up under her short skirt, fastening them on the tight elastic waistband of her white bikini panties. Before she could murmur a protest, he was slowly peeling the skimpy nylon panties down her heaving body and off her legs. He threw them onto the carpeted floor behind them, and turned to her.
"Lift up your legs."
"You...what?"
"You've had enough to drink," he said as Sally glanced up at the almost empty glass on the table.
"Please no...move away!"
"Open your legs...wide. I want to see your pussy," he smiled lewdly.
"Don't say things like that," Sally shuddered. "No one's ever talked like that to me."
"Well now you've heard it," Larson could feel his cock harden painfully at the sight of the helpless college student's curvaceous body, naked but for her skirt. Sally had turned him on from the start, but now that the sexy blonde was reduced to doll-like helplessness, he was even more charged with lust than he'd been last night. He put one hand firmly on her shoulder, keeping her back pinned down to the seat, and used the other to shove her short skirt all the way up to her tapering waistline.
"Damn," he cursed softly.
As though that would help her comprehend the situation, Sally squinted down at her naked white abdomen and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled lewdly below the bunched-up skirt at her waistline. Without warning, Bill knelt farther down between her parting ankles.
"No, I...I'm going, now...I'm all right, I've just got to get...out...of here!" Sally sputtered, but she was too dizzy from the alcohol to move. She tried desperately to sit up, but she couldn't.
Larson feasted his eyes on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair up between her legs. Almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees and forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her sleek inner thigh, feeling the young waitress shudder, and then sigh deeply: "What are you going to do?" She had the awful feeling she was about to lose her virginity. He chuckled. "I'm going to eat your pussy."
Sally thought about that . . .I'm going to eat your pussy, he'd said, but it took her a while for the thought to become coherent.
Silence, then, "Please...don't!"
There was no answer.
Sally felt his hot moist lips kiss her other thigh. His quivering tongue played against her naked skin as his hands worked the resilient thigh flesh of her legs. The helplessly intoxicated girl closed her eyes momentarily in fear, only to flick them open again when his finger grazed tentatively at her little pussy lips. God! Something seemed to flame up inside her, as though she'd taken another gulp of the strong liquor and it was flaming through her belly.
The bartender slithered forward, down toward Sally's parting delectably moist cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther apart to reveal the pinkly glistening pussy flesh that beckoned him to lick there. "Jeeeeeezus!" he gasped.
Bill's sudden indrawn breath recharged the sensual desires churning up through her belly. The young coed wished he'd get it over with she couldn't stand much more excitement before she started to like it. She could feel Bill's hands massaging her naked flesh as he spread her shaking legs wider to the point where she'd never be able to resist him. It would be impossible, she knew, to pull her legs back together even if she'd wanted to: he'd pinned her down too adroitly and she was just too drunk to fight it.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh!" she murmured as an erotic jolt darted down her trembling inner thighs; Bill's thumbs had pressed into her soft pussy mound and were gently parting the blonde-framed lips of her cunt.
He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed.
"Oh, my God!" she cried. Larson's voracious mouth had fastened on her tiny clitoris! She could feel the erect pleasure buds stiffening hotly in sudden delight!
"Ahhh, no!" she gasped and struggled unsuccessfully to sit upright on the wide couch-like seat. "Don't do that, please! No one's ever done that to me before!"
Bill paid no attention to her voice at all. He'd begun a gentle sucking on her outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out in time to the incessant flickering of his tongue on her throbbingly swollen clitoris.
"Stop...God, stop it," Sally shouted. "I don't want you. I don't want this!" She could feel every small thing he was doing to her; his hands massaged her passionately straining buttocks and thighs, while his hot eager mouth was kissing and caressing her inflamed cuntal lips.
"Please no...stop!" she gasped.
Sparks of unwanted delight were charging throughout the sensitive nerve ends up between the helpless young blonde's opening thighs; then, without warning, his tongue hot and quivering with a life of it's own shot like a darting insect into the warm liquid depths of her vagina. Down, down, his trembling tongue descended, even deeper till it was firmly lodged inside her moistening cunt.
"Aaaaagh! Please...no!" she squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you can't do it.
Never. God...I don't want you tooooo...Pleeeeeeease!" her words drained off into incoherence. "Ohhhhhh!" Suddenly, without volition, her churning abdomen rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth.
Larson grinned to himself. Christ! The studiously cool teenager finally'd come around, and now she was begging for it, even if she didn't realize she was begging. Her smooth white stomach churned like an obscene belly dancer's, meeting his skewering tongue with abandoned up-thrusts of her pelvis.
He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment.
"That's it, Sally," he whispered through darkness. "Move your ass, squirm it up and down."
He laughed to himself the snobbish college kid was going to be a hot little number before the evening was over. He could feel her weakening with every twitch and quiver of her helplessly aroused young body!
Sally tried to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her shoulders pressed down on the wide seat. She saw in the half-light her knees and naked thighs spread salaciously apart. "No," she said, trying to gather up her uncontrolled emotion. "Please, Bill, no more. Nobody ever did this to me before! Please! OOOOOOH!"
Larson tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris, and she jumped as though she'd been slapped on her buttocks. "You mean no college guy's eaten your pretty little cunt? That's a goddamn shame, Sally."
He bent his head forward to where his eyes glimmered at the soft pink lips of her vagina, fringed in the gauzy darkness by her sparse blonde pubic hair. His voice was weak, hoarse with desire, when he said: "That sure looks like good pussy."
"Oh, God, stop!" Sally moaned with humiliation. Her own lusting young body was betraying her; it was racing at full speed in a forbidden direction, dragging her on toward succumbing to this man who'd already made her touch his penis till he came!
"Oh!" she groaned again as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose her tight little pussy hole. He breathed against her. She could feel his hot breath stimulating her clitoral bud, sending gusts of ecstasy up through her entire body.
The teenager's body jerked responsively as once again his laving tongue returned to her widespread loins. This time he was increasingly obscene about it, licking her tightly puckered anal ring to her clitoris in one galvanizing sweep of his hotly vibrating tongue. A groan erupted from her throat, and once more she made an effort to escape, knowing she was within seconds of losing complete control.
"Oooooohhhh, no, please stop, stop, God . . . " His wickedly probing tongue suddenly entered full-length into her tight virginal cunt, and she screamed . . . "Ahhhhhh . . . "
Her mouth hung open, and her head tossed back and forth on the couch, streaming her long blonde hair in rivulets over the seat cushions. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned as his slavering tongue curled around her sensually erect clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vaginal lips.
"Stop, Bill...please stop!"
She felt his head shake negatively. Too late, it was too late! The sensation of his beard-growth against her straining inner thighs was enough to cause the floodgates to burst loose, releasing a tidal wave of passion through her love-starved young pussy. She raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt beneath his working tongue, her mind spinning out of control at the thought of the bartender eating her pussy.
It was happening to her! She was being tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! It couldn't be true!
Oh God! she thought, I'm being eaten alive! But nothing, nothing. . . had ever felt so good before!
Larson was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth; he squeezed her soft, resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding young womanhood.
Sally knew she'd gone crazy. Once, her boyfriend, Jamie, had mentioned oral sex, but there was never any thought of actually doing it! And now Bill's salacious tongue was licking at her pussy and for some inexplicable reason, she just didn't care! She liked the bartender's insane cunt-sucking, his mouth and tongue were opening her to a world of shameless delight she'd never imagined existed.
She was only vaguely aware when Larson drew her slender legs up and around his neck. Sally's tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically beneath his touch.
"Mmmmmmm," she half-moaned, not finding words with which to protest against him . . . "Ahhhhhh!"
Larson felt the fight go out of the blonde college student and began licking more fervidly at her dilating little pussy. On and on he licked, slipping his tongue from her nibbling cuntal hole to her clitoris, deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending. He could see she was nearing her climax, though Sally herself had no idea what was in store for her. She couldn't have guessed anything so fantastic so devastating was about to happen . . .
Sally lay there feeling the pleasure drift over her in soft oscillating waves that caused her belly to ripple, her thighs to quiver in lewd abandon. Her tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for a fulfillment she'd never before experienced.
"Ooooooooh, Gooddddddd! It's sooooo goooooood," she crooned down at Bill's fiendishly bobbing head. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Suddenly, the strain of Larson's oral lovemaking had become too much! She tightened her trembling legs around his neck in a suffocating grip and her heatedly spasming belly convulsed. She felt a sudden weakness in her legs as Larson's tongue stabbed repeatedly up into her thirstily contracting cuntal depths. Just one more plunge...one more delectable thrust of his tongue, and then--
"AAAAAGHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" Sally cried, digging her fingers into his wagging blonde head.
An abrupt slash of pleasure went lightning-like through her spasming thighs. . . She lifted her buttocks, slapping her pelvis hard up against Bill's face. One quick skewer of his plunging tongue then another and Sally was there, falling over the brink into dazzling orgasm.
"UUUuuuuuuaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she cried as again and again his stabbing tongue reamed into her climaxing young pussy, drawing out the sensation into uncontrolled throbs that seemed to go on without end.
Sally was so caught up in her own orgasm that she didn't notice the bartender cumming. He watched intently as she jerked and squirmed, impaled on the last thrusts of his tongue, then unzipped his pants, feeling himself climaxing from sheer excitement alone...His lewd mastery over the young blonde had a strong effect on him...and he barely got his excited cock out of his pants before it exploded in an obscene jet stream against the backs of her uplifted legs.
"Uhhh!" Sally heard him grunt and felt the hot liquid shoot against her skin.
It caught her by surprise, but by the time she had pulled herself up in the booth, he was grinning and moving back to the bar, getting ready to take her to Kitty's. . .