Chapter 3
The late afternoon sun shone bright and beautiful, but Sally could hardly enjoy it. She buried her head beneath the satin-case pillow to shut out the strong sunlight that had awakened her. Last night lingered like a nightmare in her head, and physically she felt terrible. She could vaguely remember Bill dropping her off early in the morning, then she recalled how he'd licked her eagerly moistening little pussy. God! she thought, turning face down into the mattress, so that was what an orgasm was like! It had been the first time she'd experienced one and it had absolutely blown her mind. Not that she wanted to do it again, especially not with Bill; nevertheless, it had been something to remember.
She peeked cautiously out at the young hooker's expensive apartment the room went into a tailspin, and she could feel the unmistakable signs of nausea coming on. I've got to get out of here, she thought, this is too weird...it might even be dangerous. Then she sensed another presence in the room . . .
"Good morning," Kitty said from the edge of the bed.
"Oh...I feel. . . just awful," Sally managed to roll over on her back and open her eyes.
"Here, drink this," Kitty thrust a glass of tomato juice at her. "You've slept through the entire day. It's past six o'clock."
"This isn't tomato juice," Sally managed to sit up and take a sip.
"No, it's a Bloody Mary," Kitty rose up from the bed. "And it'll make you feel much better."
"I can't drink any more," Sally swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed the glass on the bed table. "I'm hung-over."
"Well, have your hangover tomorrow," the redhead winked from where she was removing a sheath dress from a hanger in the closet. "We're going out tonight...You can wear this. Your clothes are rumpled from being in the suitcases."
Reflexively, Sally took a sip from the bloody Mary. "I don't want to go out."
"Sally, will you please stop whining and put this on. Sunday is my only night off! We're going out with my boyfriend and a friend of his . . . "
Kitty walked out of the room and Sally was left standing with the bloody Mary in one hand and the sheath dress hanging over her other arm. She took a deeper gulp and put the glass on the table again.
Through the open door, she thought she could make out glimpses of two men moving around the living room. She hated walking down the hall past them in her shortie pajamas, but there was no other way to get to the bathroom without further bothering Kitty for a robe. She showered in the bathroom, slipped into the dress, and ran a comb through her hair. It'd be interesting to see what kind of boyfriend Kitty had, she encouraged herself...since she had to go out anyway.
When she came back a half hour later, they were standing at the front door and Kitty was looking at her watch.
"Sally, this is my boyfriend, Dave, and this is a friend of his, Kenny."
"Hi," Sally mumbled groggily, but no one seemed to notice Kitty was already leading the way out the door and down the hallway to the elevator.
Sally got her first really good look at Kenny when they walked out to Dave's new Plymouth. He was dark-haired and tall, probably over six feet, and not bad looking. Better than Dave, she told herself.
Kitty took Sally's arm as the two men moved in front of them down the sidewalk. "God, I'm dying for something to eat," she called ahead.
"We can stop at Carson's," Dave's voice drifted back in answer.
"What do you think of Ken?" Kitty whispered in Sally's ear.
"He's all right. I hardly know him so far," Sally shrugged.
"Oh, come on," Kitty smiled. "It's only a date You don't have to marry him."
"Okay," Sally said, hurrying after Kitty who'd walked ahead with the guys.
When Kenny wrapped his arm around her after she'd gotten into the back seat, she gave a stir but couldn't pull over all the way to the opposite window without seeming obvious. To say the least, the situation was awkward. Kitty was putting Sally up at her apartment, and the young blonde didn't want to appear ungrateful. And she also didn't want the redhead to know she was still a virgin nobody was nowadays. Suddenly, Sally's desire to remain a virgin in case the lawyer or doctor she wanted to marry expected a virgin seemed really small-time. In spite of herself, Sally was impressed by Kitty at twenty-five she had everything Sally'd ever dreamed of possessing. Kitty's expensive apartment, and the stylish way she dressed were symbols of a fashionably sophisticated life Sally'd often fantasized about, but never imagined she'd enjoy herself until she was practically ancient!
Sally didn't know Carson's, but it was a tavern on the edge of town as Kitty explained when they were in the car. They were already spinning through the fading sunlight past wheat fields out on the highway. By the time they got there, it was night. The young blonde didn't understand how a tavern could be open on Sunday, but the darkened front and drinks in paper cups pretty much answered her question.
A jazz group was playing on the platform in the center of the room as they munched on hamburgers and french fries. "The musicians come here to play on Sundays. . . when all the other clubs are closed up," Kitty poured Seven-Up into the second paper cup of scotch the waitress had brought her.
"Are you a musician?" Sally asked Ken.
"I play at the Gaslight Lounge. Dave works with me he plays the piano."
Sally's heard of the Gaslight, but she'd never been there. It was a nightclub.
"Yeah, I'm also the number one flute salesman at the University Music Shop. Got to support my wife and kids. You ever need a flute, you come to see me," Dave was moving up from the table.
The two men walked across the room and began talking with the other musicians on the platform.
Wife and kids! Sally thought. She took a deep pull on her scotch and hoped Ken wasn't married, too not that she ever expected to see him again.
"He's got a hard life...working two jobs. He only sleeps three hours a night," Kitty informed her.
Sally slinked back into the booth and sipped at her drink. She should have known that Kitty a prostitute couldn't be satisfied with an ordinary boyfriend like anyone else. She looked around the bar and hoped there wasn't anyone present who might recognize the unfaithful husband. She could ask if Kenny was married, but it he was, she decided she didn't want to know about it.
Now Kenny and Dave had replaced the two other musicians, and the group began playing again. Sally gulped at her drink restlessly. She might have known, hanging out with Kitty, that she'd never meet anyone that even remotely, she had anything in common with.
The musicians played three sets in a row while she talked to Kitty. About nine o'clock Kitty turned to her.
"One of my girl friends used to go with Kenny," Kitty was halfway through her fourth drink while Sally still sipped her second.
"He's supposed to be very sexy...not that you have to go to bed with him if you don't want to."
"I don't want to!" Sally almost bit her glass.
"Still, he's awfully good-looking, don't you think?" Kitty said defensively. "He's one of those body building champions."
"He's okay."
"God, I don't know what you're looking for, but I sure hope you find him...Now Dave, I think he looks an awful lot like Paul Newman."
Sally looked up as the two men returned to the table. It was break time and all the musicians were charging back to the booths for fresh drinks. Sally watched glumly as Dave and Kenny pulled up chairs. She looked at her watch they'd been there almost three hours.
"I don't know about you girls, but I'm about ready to hit the sack. What 'ya say we head back to Kitty's?" Dave pulled affectionately on Kitty's long red hair.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Sally spoke up before Kitty could say she wanted to stay. "I've got a nine o'clock class in the morning."
"Right, I'm tired too," Kitty agreed to her surprise.
Kenny didn't seem to mind so they finished a quick fourth round of drinks and walked out to the car. Sally was already thinking ahead to tomorrow she couldn't wasting time like this much longer before she got way behind in her school work.
She came to as the big car crunched up the gravel drive in front of Kitty's place. It must have been later than she thought, for there were only five or six lights twinkling in the big six-story circular apartment building.
"Well, good night," Sally murmured, but no one responded.
She blinked as both men stepped out of the car on the opposite side. When she looked back, Kitty was locking the doors from the inside and motioning Sally out after Kenny. She didn't know what to say as the whole group headed up the wide marble steps into the apartment foyer and rode silently up in the elevator. She hoped the two men were just coming up for a nightcap . . .
"Sally, you know what's on television at eleven?" Kenny looked at his watch and laid out his other arm over her shoulder as they walked down the hall.
"No," Sally said unenthusiastically.
Kitty unlocked the apartment door, flicked on the overhead light, and they all piled in. Then the redhead took off for the kitchen for more drinks, Sally guessed and Dave turned on the television. A talk show in color flashed on the screen.
"I never watch the late show," Sally sat down wearily on the arm of the sofa, hoping someone would get the hint. "I've got this damn nine o'clock class in the morning."
"I went to college a year," Kenny sat down on the end of the sofa immediately below her and laid his arm around her hips, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
Sally shifted slightly forward until his hand slipped away. Glancing over at his dark hair, she couldn't escape the obvious he wasn't hanging around because of her charming personality. She'd never been on a date where she'd talked so little to her escort. All night long, she'd ignored the handsome dark-haired musician to the point of rudeness.
"You guys really went through my liquor stock," Kitty bubbled into the room with a tray of four beers and glasses. "All I've got left is this stuff."
"It'll do, it'll do," Dave had stretched out on the thick carpet and propped a few sofa cushions under his head. Kitty brought the tray around to Sally and Kenny then lay down on the floor next to her boyfriend, her short skirt hiking right up to the top of her thighs. Propping herself up on one elbow, she poured their beers then ran the cold bottom of the glass over his forehead before she handed it to him.
"Oh baby, that feels so good, good," he closed his eyes.
Sally had forgotten momentarily that Dave was a married man. Now she gulped at her beer and looked embarrassedly away. She guessed she should get up and excuse herself, saying she had classes in the morning but she couldn't be that rude.
"Why don't you sit down here," Kenny's hand was back on her thigh, and she jumped, startled. He patted the cushion next to him on the sofa. "Isn't it a little uncomfortable up there?"
"Well.. . " Sally got up reluctantly and sat down beside him but not too close. Now that she'd taken the beer, she'd look ridiculous drinking it on the armrest.
"Oh, I hate that blabbermouth," Kitty groaned at the woman guest star just coming on.
She was stroking her hands through Dave's hair, and Sally looked away disapprovingly. There was one thing she could say for Kenny he was quiet and didn't seem to be the pushy type like the married man who was lounging so guiltlessly on Kitty's carpet. He also was good-looking, and she felt an involuntary little thrill pass through her as she suddenly became conscious of his large, muscular body breathing beside her.
"Turn over on your stomach, honey," Kitty shifted her attention from the TV to Dave beside her. "I'll give you a back rub . . . "
"That sounds like a good idea," he rolled over, propping his chin on the pillow and staring at Sally and Kenny on the couch.
Sally pretended she didn't notice, but it was difficult with the two of them glancing up at her. As Kitty massaged Dave's broad, thick shoulders, the redhead smiled proudly. She squeezed and stroked his shoulders gently at first, then put more effort into her movements; her softly rounded breasts jiggled in two firm bulges, brushing against his back when she pressed her palms flat against his shoulder blades.
"Jesus...that's gooood," the blond-haired man reached around and caressed Kitty's naked thigh.
The redhead waitress spread her slender legs and pulled up so she was astride Dave's muscular buttocks. From that position she had complete access to his back...Her short skirt rode up above her milk-white thighs, revealing :he black wispy triangle of her panties. Sally feigned interest in the television talk show, but she couldn't keep her eyes off Kitty who was grinding her pelvis salaciously against Dave's slightly upraised buttocks as she stroked his back.
"That looks like fun," Kenny said. "You ever give back rubs?"
"I'm afraid not. . . it's not something I do ordinarily," Sally said. "I mean, I never learned how."
"Kenny . . . ? " the redhead glanced up at Sally's date. "Put something soft on the stereo, and...please shut off the boob-tube."
Kenny grunted and stood up. From Sally's sitting position, the musician looked enormous. She watched him lope across the carpet to the record player and put on a light classical LP; he grinned at Sally, and she felt an involuntary little thrill in her belly again...It wasn't anything she could help, but Kitty's suggestive movements as she kneaded Dave's well-built shoulders, plus the drinks she'd had, put her in a sexy mood.
"Rub lower down...you know what I mean?" Dave squinched up on his elbows.
"You mean like this?" Kitty let her hands drift to the piano player's lower back. She kneaded and massaged just above his buttocks, and then cupped her hands around his lean hips.
"Yeah...like that. . . damn . . . " Dave winked at Sally whose pretty face crimsoned with embarrassment.
Kenny was fixing drinks at Kitty's bar. He'd forgotten to turn off the TV, but the music on the stereo drowned out the sound. He brought the refills to the couch and handed Sally hers; he looked down for a moment at Kitty and Dave, then dropped to his haunches on the carpet. "C'mon . . . " he nodded up at Sally. "You do the same for me!"
"Please...I'm sort of inhibited, and I'm really tired," she said.
"Then, well...I don't know. We might as well leave Kitty and Dave by themselves," he stood up.
Sally was relieved Kenny didn't insist she give him a back rub. They returned to the kitchen, and Kenny heated up coffee from some leftover dregs. Even if he wasn't as intellectual as most of her friends, she decided she liked Kenny. He seemed pleasant which was more than she could say for Bill Larson, and she felt relieved not to have to fight him off her young body there was nothing she hated more than being fondled and pawed to death when she wasn't in the mood.
"You known Kitty for a long time?" he poured a dash of bourbon into her coffee.
"It's a long story," she smiled over her cup. "I left the dorm yesterday and didn't have any place else to go."
"No bread, huh?"
"That's the way it is," she sipped at the stimulating black brew.
"College is a drag...I never could get my head together over these books."
"That's never been my problem," she admitted. "But I'm always in a mess about money . . . "
They sat at the dinette table for a long time; then Kenny said, "Let's go back into the living room. I'd like to listen to a little music."
Sally no longer felt uncomfortable, even though Kitty's relationship with Dave seemed a little strange. With the bass player she had a sense of security Kenny was manly and gentle, but she was worried he was drinking too much.
"Guess this wasn't such a bright idea," he turned to as they pushed through the kitchen door into the living room.
Dave had stripped down to his shorts and Kitty had taken off her blouse. The lights had been turned down low and so at first Sally didn't notice them as she and Kenny came out of the kitchen.
"We're sort of barging in on them," Kenny put his arm around her shoulder as they turned back into the kitchen.
"Well, good night," she smiled. "This means it's time to go to bed."
"Hell, aren't we . . . ? "
"I'm sorry, but I'm tired. It's been a nice evening," she said.
"For God's sakes, aren't we going to make it?" he paled with astonishment.
"I really didn't have that in mind," she laughed. It was funny how he'd mentioned it almost casually, Sally thought.
"I figured...you know, you're Kitty's friend," he took a quick pull from the bottle of bourbon.
Sally blushed uncontrollably as his eyes ran up and down her curvaceous young body. The way Kenny made love to her visually, practically
X-raying through her tight dress, sent a forbidden tingle into her virginal young belly.
"Maybe you'd like to give it a try," Kenny chuckled.
"No thanks," she said.
"Think about it," he said, his speech slightly slurred with alcohol.
"I am Kitty's friend, but still.. . "
"You're not a virgin?"
She was embarrassed to tell him the truth. "No," she lied.
"Then, what's the hassle?" he grazed the ridges of his fingers softly across her cheek.
"Nothing. I just don't feel like it," she said.
Kenny reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "You now what you are?" he said. "A little cock-tease!"
"Let go!" she could feel his grip tightening around her hand.
"Bet you've never been screwed before," he smiled drunkenly.
"Nonsense," she said. "Besides...it's none of your business."
"That lovely little pussy...I wonder if it's blonde like your hair. There's only one way to tell if it's natural."
He let go of her hand and polished off the bourbon. From the next room, she could hear low moans below the stereo music. She couldn't go to Kitty; that'd be ridiculous, Sally realized as she moved across the kitchen into the hall leading to the bedrooms.
"Wait! I'm coming with you," he said.
Sally exited down the hall toward the guest room with Kenny following. As she stepped into the bedroom, he shoved ahead in front of her, snapping on the light...Suddenly, he had turned and was pressing his chest hard against her jutting young breasts. "C'mon . . . " he said. "You want it as bad as I do!"
Sally started Kenny's hand fell on her thigh below her short skirt.
A defenseless little shudder went through Sally's legs. "No! Please!"
The musician's hand caressed her trembling thigh and tiny goose bumps rose on her skin; she tensed, trying to pull her leg away, but it was useless. His groping fingers dug hard into her quivering thigh flesh, drawing painful welts from its smooth surface. "Ouch! That hurts!" she cried.
"What's the matter, baby?" he moved his hand up from her sleek inner thigh almost to the tight leg band of her panties.
"C'mon, let me go," she whimpered. Again, there were moans from the living room, this time louder and higher pitched. God...it was Kitty! The redheaded waitress was making love to Dave while Kenny was intent on doing it to her.. .
She lurched backward farther into the bedroom, and he grabbed her, shoving the trembling college student against the bureau. She fell to the side, knocking a vase of flowers to the floor, then struggled meaninglessly to squirm away from his chest pressing up against her breasts.
"Maybe you've had too much to drink," she reprimanded him.
Kenny's hands holding her arms slid to her quivering breasts. "Hell...you fuck, just like Kitty!"
The ominous possibilities of the situation suddenly dawned on Sally; she'd refused to go to bed with him, and he'd mistaken her reluctance as an insult. She did like him, but she certainly didn't want to lose her virginity to a man whom she'd known for just a few short hours. "You must be reasonable," she said, leaning back against the dresser.
"You'll like it, honey, I know you will," he squeezed the ripe fullness of her left breast.
Suddenly she was being lifted up in his strong arms and carried bodily across the room. She writhed, kicked and screamed, but resisting him was pointless. She was tossed onto the bed and before she could spring off the mattress he fell heavily down beside her.
"Kenny, let me go this instant," she cried as his big hands firmly seized her by the shoulders.
Her command irritated him all the more. Throughout the night he'd been counting on fucking the sexy young coed, and now he'd discovered that hadn't been Sally's intention at all. He'd surmised the blonde was as free with her favors as was Kitty but now, realizing that that wasn't the case, he'd become even more excited.
"C'mon...Pleeeeeeease!" She struggled helplessly beneath him. Kenny clasped his lingers on the zipper of her dress, unzipping it in one movement...then tore at her lacy white brassiere to reveal her lushly swaying young breasts.
He threw the brassiere to the floor and she gaped down at her suddenly naked upper body.
Sally managed to break loose and slide from the bed, but he was immediately up after her, backing her against the bedroom curtains. "Oh.. .no, Kenny, don't!"
The musician's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her slender arm to one side so that her firm young breasts leaped free and bounced up in front of her face. He sighed deeply as he stared at the round fleshed mounds; they peaked up at him like twin moons, her small pink nipples hardening with their sudden exposure to the cool night air.
"I don't like you...you're just like Kitty's friend," she spat at him. "All you're after is sex . . . "
It was with an animal savagery that he stepped forward and locked one burly arm around the terrified girl's slender waist. He squeezed, forcing her to bend over backward away from him. Sally tried to protest but his other hand was clamped over her mouth with painful strength. Her head was forced back to where it collided with the window frame.
She was pinned between Kenny's hard-pressing body and the window, bent backward from the narrowness of her waist while her half-moon breasts bobbed nakedly free and tilted up to where his hungry mouth could ravish them. He was close to going berserk as he greedily licked at the distended little nipples. Clamping his voracious mouth over them, he sucked hard and then bit down cruelly on them, feeling the berry-like buds respond, growing tautly bulleted as he rolled them around with his tongue and teeth.
The young student struggled with all her might, but her frantic squirming only seemed to excite the drunken musician to more brutality and worsen her position. His powerful hips ground savagely into hers, and she could feel the rapidly growing hardness of his cock straining under his pants. Her head was forced back, her naked breasts tilted sensuously toward the ceiling and glistening moistly in the soft light. Her heaving mounds were moist with his hot saliva as his hungrily sucking mouth darted from one erect little nipple to the other.
The struggling coed was able to turn her head to one side, freeing her mouth from his restraining hand. "Ken! Stop! I'll call Kitty...you just "
"Look, I waited all night for this," he roared back at her, gaping hungrily at her full-fleshed young breasts. "Kitty's always set me up with chicks...what's the matter with you?"
Sally stood against the window completely naked to the waist, her fearfully swelling mounds heaving as she gasped for breath. She tried not to move. . . not to startle him. Kenny's sudden change in mood threw her into a state of shock. One moment he'd been tender...and then he'd turned into a roaring animal. He'd been drinking much more than she'd realized...he'd probably had all this in mind since they'd met that afternoon.
"Kenny, wait a minute. I am a virgin! Don't force yourself on me . . . "
The young student screamed involuntarily as the solidly built man seized her by the wrists and, with a strength she never dreamed anyone possessed, pulled her to him, then snapped her out across the room, hurtling her half-naked body toward the bed. He threw her with incredible strength, tossed her as though she were a child on the end of crack-the-whip. She literally flew through the air until her knees hit the edge of the bed and the momentum flung her forward down on her sobbing face and stomach to the mattress.
She bounced up on her knees from the sudden impact, but he was on her from the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping on the back of her neck like painful steel bands. He tightened his grip. A fearful wail came out of her throat as he forced her face down onto the bed. His other hand groped for her skirt; she heard it rip as he impatiently clawed away at it until he'd torn every last shred of her dress and tiny bikini panties from her squirming young thighs.
Now the frightened blonde was completely naked and pinned helplessly down on the bed, the covers rubbing against her spiked-out nipples, already extraordinarily sensitive from his biting and sucking. Kenny breathed heavily; he'd never made a virgin before. She'd have given up long ago if she wasn't really a virgin. The thought drove him crazy, and a horny wildness coursed through the young man's blood and surged into the throbbing, iron-hard head of his cock that now was pounding so fiercely that it ached.
He looked down at Kitty's young roommate, at the hollow of her back and the way it arched up to where her shoulder blades curved out like incipient angel's wings. He stared, almost drooling, at the cream-like whiteness of her flesh, at its molded fullness, especially at the wonderfully extravagant way her ripely contoured ass-cheeks blossomed into twin mounds of trembling succulent softness before his eyes.
"Dammmmmmmn!" An obscene sound of animal hunger came out of his throat as he lifted her head from the bed, causing her to arch her back even more so that two tiny dimples appeared in the middle of her fearfully quivering buttocks.
With his mouth twisted into a drunken smile, Kenny watched the helplessly pinioned young girl work her hands and arms under her lush young breasts and push up slightly, taking some of the pressure off her tortured neck. She winced and tried to hold her neck erect as she gasped, "Kenny...you...you're hurting meeeee!"
It was a plea that ended in a squeal Kenny was hurting her; his neck-hold was pressing against her nerves, and she had to have some relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her body a little more. In doing so, her melon-like breasts were tightly squeezed between her arms, creating a deep shadowed cleavage.
Kenny stared down almost mesmerized at the sculpted cheeks of her buttocks and the darkly inviting crevice separating them. Watching them move and tense with Sally's struggles to relieve the neck pressure, the aroused musician gloated: he saw her muscles ripple and her rounded ass-cheeks become firm and full, then relax, and become firm and full again!
He was completely drunk now and driven by a real sadistic abandon. Kneeling over Sally's nakedly tormented body, he hooked a hand between her tightly clenched legs, holding his middle finger outstretched like a matador's sword, he drove it up between her thighs while he held her pinned in place face down with his iron grip on her neck.
"Kennnnnny! God! Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssss-eee!"
Alcohol drifted like smoke over his brain, and his temples pounded with a brutal, sensual need. He let go of Sally and lurched backward, losing his balance and staggering like a punch-drunk fighter as he took off his shirt.
Sally spun on the bed to face him, kneeling with her arms crossed over her fearfully quivering breasts, her long blonde hair hanging down like spun gold licking at her shoulders. Her hair framed her face in loose strands which gave her features a wantonly tousled look. Her arms crossed over her voluptuous breasts only drew attention to their fleshy fullness as they swelled into tantalizing warm mounds crushed upward.
"Look...you've got to understand . . .I'm not like Kitty, I don't want to make love to you!" She shrank away from him, really afraid now, her neck hurting while her eyes darted around looking for an escape. She must get through to him or get away. He was berserk, wild, not the same man she'd met just a few hours before.
He tossed his shirt away, feeling his body covered with sweat from his sexual desire. He grinned at Sally as he took off his pants. He liked to see her afraid he enjoyed watching her cowering in fright before him, her thighs rigidly closed together, her sparse blonde pussy hair wedged tight at the "vee" of her cringing little cunt, her breasts all swelled up as he saw the two halos of her pink nipples peeking like two inquisitive eyes over the edge of her protecting arms.
"Kitty. . . help meeeee!" she cried, but the only answer was the sound of the stereo turned up louder.
Kenny paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked lewdly in his shorts. Then he yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it over his distended, menacingly erect penis.
It seemed huge!
Sally was suddenly more frightened than she had ever been before in her life as she looked at his massively rigid hardness. Before, with Larson, she'd been astonished at the size a penis could grow to...but this...was incredible. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more blood to the already swollen head that was bulging a plum-colored red. His pulsing cock-tip was spread like a cobra's head and shone in the half-light with its smooth swelling thickness. His aching rigidity hung away from his body and swung heavily toward her, as though it were sensing her about to strike!
His sperm-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her, a frightening specimen of masculine sexuality with his rippling stomach muscles layered like Roman armor and his hair-covered chest tapering in a "vee" to his lean hips, and the veins standing out on his biceps and oak-like arms. Abruptly, a shudder of involuntary admiration combined with fear went through the cringing young blonde.
With a roar, the jazz musician was over her, twisting her defenselessly naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of her with a crash that made little stars explode in the room before her eyes as she felt the breath knocked out of her and the pain like a network of nerves spread through her chest and stomach.
With another roar, his brutally wet mouth cut off her scream by locking onto hers, crushing her full sensuous lips, bruising them as he ground fiercely down and his tongue wormed its hot way up into her mouth. Sally fought to catch her breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate as she felt his full weight and the long hot hardness of his cock pulsating against her fearfully cringing belly.
Tears brimmed her eyes as he forced her long slender legs apart, bruising and pinching the sensitive silken flesh of her smooth inner thighs. He forced her legs wider still until the muscle cords stood out like alabaster-colored cables along her upper thighs. With all her strength, she pulled her mouth free and sobbed . . . "Oh...God, Kenny, think what you're doing . . . "
A stinging slap was his only answer.
She never saw the blow, only felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with pain. She gasped for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out, almost hoping for unconsciousness.
With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned girl's wrists again, forcing them up and back over her head. Then she felt his cock, the heatedly throbbing head of it like some jerking wild thing at the entrance to her fear-tensed vagina. The terrified teenager shut her eyes and tightly contracted her cuntal muscles in an effort to prevent his cock-head from penetrating her. The pressure of his penis shoving up against her virginal pussy opening was agony, which built., . . then became a searing firebrand of torture.
"AAAAARRRRRGHHHH!" she moaned.
Suddenly, his thickly insistent cock-head plowed forward, easily spreading her defenseless vaginal lips; they parted reluctantly under the sheer power of his thrust. Kenny lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly conjoined bodies. His excitedly pulsating penis was poised, its sheath pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the life-giving blood that throbbed and pounded in it. With something akin to wonder he saw the swollen cock-head was almost completely covered by her wide-stretched, hair-lined pussy-lips that had so reluctantly separated to make room for his invading thickness.
Her entire vaginal furrow was pulsing in fear as he thrust his lust-enlarged penis forward. He saw her pussy-lips part and fold inward under the force of his entry; the tiny pink bud of her little clitoris was revealed, standing proudly erect and throbbing in its own moist valley.
Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort. He thrust his hips forward, causing the captive young blonde to cry out in agony as his penetrating cock like a thick telephone pole disappeared up into her virginally tight cuntal opening.
"Ooooooooh!" Sally felt her trembling thighs being spread even more painfully apart. She gave another bird-like cry of distress that was followed by an answering stab up in her belly. He thrust again, and she felt something give; the pressure of his powerful cock had sundered through the membrane of her maidenhead, and she felt weak and dizzy for a moment.
"Ohhhh, nooooo! Godddd!" she moaned. The impaling plunge of his hard dominating penis up into her no-longer-virginal pussy forced her quaking buttocks to clench in and her legs to jerk up in the air. A sudden masochistic thrill went through her: yes...she had finally lost it, now there was no turning back!
The musician began lunging and withdrawing with an ox-like strength, brutally and lewdly fucking into her tight little cunt, sawing heedlessly away with his wetly glistening penis, so thick and veined.
Sally felt the skewering pain melt into strange fluttering sensations deep up inside her; Kenny's fucking was merciless and wild, and his hands were all over the coed's young body. He pinched and massaged her hard, erect nipples and breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach as his hands raced across her trembling flesh. He was raping her! He'd taken her virginity and now, she knew with a shudder, something was beginning to respond inside her and she could do nothing to stop it. She was near hysteria, but she really didn't want to scream and get Kitty's help. All she wanted was that the devilishly teasing sensation up in her cock-filled young pussy would stop . . .
But it didn't! Sally's body stiffened, as the last bit of pain became pleasure, and his brutal body slammed down to fit snugly next to hers. Desperately, she clenched her eyes shut, fighting against the primitive feeling with all her strength.
"Goddamn, you're luscious!" he hissed into her ear. "You're even better than Kitty . . . "
"Ooooh, don't! Please stop doing it, pleeeez!" Sally whimpered as she felt the deliciously wanton feelings rippling across her skin.
He began thrusting more rapidly up into her dilating pussy, the velvety smooth walls of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigidly impaling cock until she could feel every inch of his pulsing hardness. "Noooo!" she moaned...still protesting, but wanting it more than she'd ever desired anything in her life. She had never known anything like this before...her emotions see-sawed between guilt and white-hot lust.
"I knew it'd only take a while...you've been without sex too damn long, and now you want it...need it!" he spat down at her.
"Oh, no, I don't. . . you can't make me!" But Sally knew she was the loser. She screwed up her hips tight against the musician's pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing swelling of his balls pressed into the wetly stretched anal crevice below her vagina. The soft, hair-covered testicle sac danced teasingly against her sensitive outer rectal ring, sending lewd shivers surging through her nerve ends.
"That's it, honey, fuck me, c'mon," he commanded.
"Uuuuuuugh," she swooned, trying to withhold one last shred of her self-respect. . . but, it was too late! "Ooooh, yesss!" she gasped. There was no holding back, it was like her body had become something animal surely she was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath his thickly plunging cock. "Yeeessss, give it to meeeee!" Sally spread her quivering legs wide apart and then pulled them up to her own shoulders, bending them at the knees and spurring him on like a wild stallion with her heels digging into his hard-muscled buttocks.
She was vaguely aware of someone entering the bedroom, but nothing mattered now except Kenny driving his penis rhythmically into her cunt from above.
"Look at Sally. Christ, she's really turned on," a feminine voice said.
The puzzling voice continued to speak softly, but it didn't matter. Sally couldn't stop now and her head tossed from side to side, her mouth open in slavish abandon. Like a savage beast Kenny smashed his heavy body down on her undulating curves, pushing her breasts tightly back against her chest. His cock plunged up into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing her unresisting vaginal flesh before its burgeoning head. Her cunt clasped around his thickening penis, wetly devouring its ever-growing length to the very hilt. She groaned in relief at his wonderful rigidity filling her stretched passage as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her obscenely grinding cunt.
"Fuck him back like that, Sally...yesss, now doesn't that feel gooood?" She recognized Kitty's voice.
"Kitty!" Sally murmured . . . "Yesssss, oh, God! It does!" she admitted in her crazy passion.
She was heading toward orgasm she was almost ready to cum and could not stop now, even if she'd wanted to! Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end just an infinitessimal second away.
And then...then it happened.
"I...I'm cumming: Oh God, I'm cummmmmmming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. "I'm cummmmmmming! Ahhhhhhgggggghhhhhh!"
Her hands darted behind Kenny's driving buttocks, pulling him deeper and deeper up into her convulsing cunt. Her cum flowed out around his still-thrusting cock, seeping down the sweating crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-gripped ass-cheeks.
"I'm cumming, too!" Kenny groaned from above. She could feel his lewdly molten sperm shooting deep up into her spasming womb, mixing with her own orgasmic juices. Her head whirled as the powerful fiery squirts streamed wildly up into her, filling her to the bursting point with his steadily ejaculating cum. The tight wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth, until Sally's young body was drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely as Kenny's grip on her legs was released and he fell heavily on top of her.
They lay there panting for several moments before she became aware again of the other people in the room. Now she turned her head and saw her roommate splayed out nakedly on the other side of the bed. Dave was lying between Kitty's widespread legs, his head bobbing up and down over her curl-fringed, glisteningly moist cunt.
"Ohhhh, I'm cummmmmming tooooo!" the waitress wailed out, her head upturned to the ceiling as Sally jumped from the bed and walked out of the room with Kenny trailing behind her.
The way she'd let go that first night at the young hooker's apartment wasn't the sort of thing Sally wanted to admit to herself least of all, anyone else. She did her best to dodge Kitty's eyes the next morning, but when there was no mention of what had happened, as if it was just an everyday occurrence, Sally saw she couldn't have shocked Kitty if she wanted to.
She'd decided she would move out of the prostitute's apartment immediately, but when that one night became two, three, then four days suddenly, it didn't seem so awful having a hooker for a roommate.
After one week, it was almost inevitable that Kitty would ask her to move in permanently. The rent for the modern luxury apartment was over two hundred dollars a month, plus utilities, and a half of that was Sally's share. There were two bedrooms, with a plate-glass wall in the living room overlooking the fountain in a center plaza. Most of the other inhabitants of the apartment complex, were young swinger types prosperous young professionals who constantly gave parties and had a lot of overnight guests. Sally never dreamed she would live in such a luxurious place. What with the little she made, she could hardly afford it...but, once she'd settled in, she decided it'd be more expensive to move all over again.
In fact, Sally knew that no matter how much she pretended otherwise she really was fascinated by the discovery of a whole facet of life she'd never given much thought to. For she was finding herself involved in an education that going to college could never hope to offer. It was evil and wicked, but also totally exciting in a forbidden sort of way. Kitty brought a man home at least every few nights, and Sally couldn't possibly miss the moans and fast breathing that emanated from the bedroom across the hallway.
She knew it wasn't doing much for her school work. After working at the 'Liner till one in the morning, she barely made it to classes any more. Sitting in the back room, drinking coffee from a paper cup and smoking one cigarette after another, she tried to feel part of college life, but she wasn't very successful. . . She'd had time to read only a few books on her reading lists...and she could follow, only vaguely, what her professors were talking about. By this time, she was so far behind she didn't see how she'd catch up. Her teachers still thought of Sally as one of their brighter students. But she knew it only remained for her late papers and final exams to come in; then it would be evident that her straight "A" average was going to drop to barely passing, at best.
The rest of the young blonde's life had changed just as drastically. Since that night one month before, Sally was no longer a virgin, and she'd been coming regularly to Kenny's apartment. Now it didn't seem that important being a virgin. Besides, she liked Kenny, although she certainly wasn't in love with him.
Every evening she went over to Kenny's for the dinner hours before she had to start work at the 'Liner. The early winter weather had stripped the trees bare and, by the time it was five o'clock, the sky was gray and it was dark. Kenny's apartment wasn't much just two rooms, with a gas heater in the bedroom which he turned up so high she could hardly breathe.
One night in November, Sally propped her head on a pillow and glanced past Kenny who was half-dozing beside her. Tonight, she had something important to ask him, but she couldn't figure out how...Outside, it was raining. The clock beside the bed read seven in the evening she had just one hour to make it to her job at the 'Liner.
Sally could feel Kenny watching her as she pulled out of bed and dressed. His heavy-lidded gaze was focused on her breasts as her pink nipples jutted proudly, her twin soft mounds standing up on their own, two ripely firm globes that shivered as she pulled on her white bikini panties. She was glad her young body was firm and well-developed. His open stares still made her feel a little awkward maybe but, at least, not embarrassed about how she looked. But she put that quickly out of her head and pulled on her sweater and skirt and boots and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. Now was the time to ask him . . .
"Hey, I want you to help me with something," Kenny swung his legs to the floor and rose up from the bed as she sat down.
She watched as he walked to the bureau for a pad and pencil and sat down again, still naked, beside her.
"Am I adding this up right?" he frowned.
Sally ran her eyes down the long column of figures. "Seems all right to me. What is it?"
"All the money I owe," he said, and threw the pad and pencil onto the cluttered floor.
"You owe that much?" Sally drew backward. "How could you owe that much money?"
"I don't know. I just do," he said as he stood up and walked out to the bathroom where he turned on the water full-blast in the tub.
"Jeeezus, that's more than I owe!"
She got up and went into the bathroom, putting down the lid on the toilet seat so she could sit down while he took a bath.
"How much do you owe?" he asked.
"One thousand dollars, what with the expenses for the apartment and some new clothes I bought. And I have to pay off a dorm bill."
"What you want to live in such an expensive apartment for?" He pulled loudly up out of the tub. "And all those clothes you been buying...pretty soon you'll owe more than I do!" he grinned. He dried himself off and let the towel fall to the floor.
Sally picked up the towel and hung it over a towel rack. As far as housekeeping, Kenny was about the sloppiest person she'd ever known. But at the same time, he and his extensive wardrobe were clean to the point of fanaticism. Now he stood in front of the sink shaving, moving ever more quickly as the time drew nearer for him to leave for his job at the Gaslight.
"Well, the problem isn't only what I owe," she sat back down. "It's that I'm not making enough money to support myself."
"Not the way you live," he grinned over his shoulder and turned back to the mirror. "Maybe you could drop out of school for a semester and go back in the fall."
"I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"It'll set a precedent."
"What the fuck does that mean?" He was dousing himself with shaving lotion. "Never mind."
"I know, dumb Kenny...you keep coming around, I'm going to have to buy myself a dictionary."
Sally followed him into the bedroom where she sat down on the bed while he stood in front of the closet, trying to figure out what to wear. It was 7:30 now ten more minutes and she had to leave. "I wish I had two hundred dollars," she said. "I've got to hire someone to do my papers for me."
"You're smart."
"I'll be lucky if I find time to read the booklist before the tests."
"You sure like school. Couldn't you drop out one semester?"
"Well, the truth is I waited too long. If I drop now, I'll have sixteen hours of D's, and you can figure out what that'll do to my straight A average."
"I can't really figure it," Kenny admitted. "I never did understand all those hours and credits."
Kenny sat down on the side of the bed in a pink shirt, leather vest, and bell-bottom pants. Now he was pulling on his boots. Sally looked at him: it was now or never. He wasn't exactly the best person to ask for advice, but her choices were limited. She had three friends in the world, and she already knew what Kitty and Bill thought.
"You know the homecoming game that is coming up? Bill and Kitty are after me to go out with one of the alumni...like Kitty does," she laughed.
"You're kidding. For money?"
"Yes, there's this man named Chet Briarly. Apparently Bill had known him for some time...and he's supposed to be a very nice guy. He's a businessman...just comes here once a year for homecoming, so he always asks Bill to fix him up with a girl. Bill says I could make $200 at least. Isn't that awful?"
"Depends on how you look at it. That's a lot of money for doing nothing!"
"Nothing!"
"Well, let's face it, how many times can a man make it in one weekend? Two, three times, and he's through."
Sally shuddered. "How can you talk like that...so calculatingly."
"That's life," he said, zipping up his boots.
"Not my life," she said as she stood up and began pulling on her raincoat.
"I'd do it. . . some woman wanted to give me two hundred dollars. Personally, I like to fuck. Might as well get paid for it."
Sally'd always thought Kenny was a bit slow, but now she thought he must be just plain dumb. Or maybe he only had a different way of looking at life.
"Actually," he said, lighting a cigarette, "it might not be a bad thing at all. With what you'd make, plus what I make, we could get an apartment like Kitty's and live together."
"What?" Sally could hardly believe what he was saying. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to work as a prostitute...and support you!"
When Sally left Kenny's apartment, she knew she wouldn't be coming back. She guessed she'd already decided she would go out with the man even before she asked Kenny. That is, she'd consciously decided she should but she didn't really believe she'd do it herself. Still, Kenny was the one, out of her three friends, she really cared about, and now that he'd said that, she suddenly felt she never wanted to see him again.