Chapter 2
Laura woke up early the next morning, deeply refreshed and exhilarated over the prospect of leaving her seedy hotel room forever. The strange erotic confusion of the night before seemed unreal and nightmarish as she brushed her thick, shimmering blonde hair before the mirror, and she dismissed the whole episode from her mind while she slipped on a neat, curve-hugging green dress that emphasized her lush figure and the shade of her eyes. She didn't know why the woman on the phone was so concerned over her attractiveness-the reasons she'd given Laura seemed odd now that the young divorcee's mind was clear-but if it was a beautiful roommate she demanded, then Laura would stun her. She put on a thin coat of glossy lipstick, feeling daring, and studied the effect in the mirror. She thought she still looked a little too wholesome and countrified with her sparkling eyes and glowing skin, but the low square cut of her neckline flaunted her generous, tawny cleavage and the altered hemline, shockingly high for Kansas, displayed her silky thighs and long, tapered legs to perfection. She decided she looked very pretty, even a bit sexy, and she hurried out to satisfy her ravenous hunger at a nearby diner, not even minding the counterman's lecherous stare.
After a huge breakfast which bit harshly into her dwindling savings, Laura made the rounds of employment agencies without luck. One agency told her they'd called her hotel two days ago and left a message for her, but the job was taken now. Laura promised she'd have a phone of her own soon and left the agency with bitter tears in her eyes, cursing the hotel clerk. It was now imperative that Virginia take her in and her anxiety became intense as the day wore on. If for any reason the woman changed her mind, Laura would either have to find another sordid hotel or return to her parents' farm. With that in mind, her desire to please the woman she had yet to meet became an obsession and she hurried back to her hotel room to check her appearance over and pack her meager wardrobe into her two small suitcases. The address of Virginia's apartment was etched into her mind like acid, and she took a trolley out to the Twin Peaks area to arrive half an hour early, humming with excitement.
For a few minutes Laura stood on the sidewalk before the apartment building, blinking her eyes in confusion. She wondered frantically if she'd memorized the wrong address at first; the building was huge, nearly new and obviously beyond anything Laura could afford. The lawns were carefully landscaped, each apartment had a gigantic picture-window overlooking the city, and an unobstrusive sign boasted a swimming pool, recreation hall and sauna bath. The first floor was a vast garage, filled with shining new cars, some of them sleek sports cars that would cost her a year's salary-if she ever found a job, she thought dismally. Laura hesitated on the sidewalk, biting her lip, wondering how her share of the rent could possibly come to a mere fifty dollars. She'd walked by enough apartment buildings in the city to know these were in the two-hundred and over range; the studios would be two hundred minimum, and the others would be much more.
The answer came to her suddenly and she let out a deep sigh of relief: She was obviously sharing the apartment with three other girls, a common practice in the city, she'd discovered, and Virginia was the spokesman for them. Feeling exhilarated again, she carried her suitcases into the immense lobby and took the elevator to the third floor, listening to its smooth modern hum with a luxurious feeling; wondering if she'd dressed too drably and praying she wouldn't be too nervous. Her breasts rose and full with eager excitement as she walked down the thickly carpeted corridor, pausing before Virginia's door with a deep breath before she rang the buzzer. After a minute, she tried it again, panic rising in her blood at the thought that Virginia might have rented to someone else or changed her mind and refused to answer the ring. Then the door swung open, and a tall woman with flowing dark hair and sleep-filled eyes was looking at her irritably. In a moment, as her dark eyes raked Laura over in a swift appraisal, the look changed to warm interest and the door opened in a wide welcome.
"I'm Laura Campbell," she said breathlessly, "I talked to you on the phone last night about sharing your apartment and I hope I didn't wake you up, I'm so sorry, I...."
The woman's throaty laugh cut her off and Laura felt her arm being taken by the woman as she was guided into the apartment, her suitcases thrust in behind her and set just inside the door. Then the woman-Virginia? Laura wondered anxiously, or one of the others?-shut the door and leaned against it, again eyeing her and slowly shaking her head.
"Is-is something wrong?" Laura asked frantically. "I'm too young?" She cursed herself for blurting that out, acknowledging that the woman was thirty or over.
"Oh, no," the woman chuckled, "you just didn't tell me how lovely you were, that's all. You were way too modest, honey. I'm Virginia, of course, and I'm very glad to meet you."
Dazed with relief, Laura took the offered hand and felt hers squeezed hotly for a minute while Virginia's eyes burned into hers with a strange light. "Let's have some coffee," Virginia said, pulling her warmly by the hand across the huge living room and into the dinette. "You're a little early and you did wake me up, but that's all right. Everything you own in those two little suitcases, Laura?"
Laura nodded, watching her stand over the gas range and wondering if she was a model. She wasn't beautiful-her features were a trifle too sharp-but her dark eyes were large and luminous, and her mouth was full and ripely sensuous. Beneath her thin robe, her body was obviously sleek with high pointed breasts and firmly rounded buttocks. Men would find her extremely sexy, Laura realized with admiration, and in the next moment wondered why she wasn't married; divorced like herself, the girl thought with sympathy.
While the coffee was heating, Laura looked around the apartment with awe. She'd spent her life in dilapidated house, her parents' and her husband's, and the spacious living room with its deep carpet and gleaming modern furniture seemed incredibly lavish to her. She glanced at the huge stereo and color television, feeling more naive and provincial than ever. Would Virginia think she was a country hick and treat her with contempt?
Virginia set coffee before her before she sat across from Laura with her own cup, her ripe mouth smiling and her eyes sweeping from Laura's thick golden hair down to her succulent breasts with unashamed admiration.
"When do I get to meet your other roommates?" Laura asked, beginning to feel a trifle uneasy beneath the hot gaze.
"What others? There's just you and me, honey. It's a two bedroom apartment."
Laura frowned, not wanting to push her good luck, but too curious to stop. "Then why is my share of the rent only fifty dollars? You must pay a lot more than that."
Virginia's smile was amused, but her pink tongue darted out and circled her lips for a moment as she studied Laura's plump cleavage. "It's like this, Laura! I can meet the rent quite easily, but frankly I don't like living alone. I'm gone just about every night and sometimes ... friends call to leave messages. I assume you'll be here a lot, so you can sort of act as my companion-secretary for your small share of the rent? Okay?"
The girl nodded eagerly. "Sure. I don't go out much, at night. I'm still looking for a job, though, so I'll go out during the day while you're sleeping."
"Fine. Are you a virgin, Laura? I'm just curious...."
The abrupt question made her cheeks redden, but she quickly shook her head. "No. I was married and just got divorced a couple of months ago. I've been around, though," she added lamely.
Virginia sighed, as though she were disappointed, then said: "What about boy friends? A steady, perhaps, someone you'd like to bring up here for an overnight stay?"
"Oh no," the girl said quickly, still anxious over her good luck. "I don't know anyone in San Francisco, not a soul. Except you now, Virginia."
A look of intense interest crossed Virginia's face and her eyes shone with smoldering light on Laura as she reached across the table and stroked the young blonde's hand. "Consider me your friend, honey, your big sister, in fact. I've always wanted a little sister, Laura, and if you have any problems, you just come running to me. If there's anything you need, come to Virginia. Okay?"
Laura felt tears of gratitude brim up in her eyes and she squeezed Virginia's hand tightly in response. After two lonely, fear-ridden weeks in a squalid and dangerous hotel with no one to talk to and no one she could trust, Virginia seemed like a goddess and the apartment a sumptuous palace. In spite of her embarrassment, tears of relief and gratitude gushed over onto Laura's cheeks. "I'm sorry," she stammered, "you just seem so wonderful after all the horrible things I've been through "It's all right, honey," Virginia said in a soothing voice and she came over to Laura, hugging the girl's face to her ripe warm breasts and stroking her hair with caressing fingers. Laura buried herself in the all-enveloping fullness, ashamed of her outburst but intensely grateful, vaguely aware that Virginia's lush breasts were rising and falling rapidly and her fingertips were now stroking the sensitive nape of Laura's neck. There was a feeling of wonderful security in the heavy flesh pressing to Laura's cheeks, and another strange sensation too-a sudden trickle of warm cuntal wetness up between the naive girl's legs at the nearness of Virginia's body.
A hot wave of shame swept through Laura's blood when she realized she didn't want to pull her face away from the other girl's thinly covered breasts, that she was becoming strangely and wildly aroused at the delicious contact. She held her breath as the woman began undulating her belly gently to Laura's own breasts, and a current of vibrant excitement seemed to ripple from Virginia's huge breasts and grinding belly to Laura, as Virginia's searching fingers slid gently down from Laura's shoulders to probe the hot upper flesh of the young girl's breasts, making her shiver. It suddenly dawned on Laura that her suppressed passion from the night before was rushing through her aching loins with gathering power. But there was a compelling, almost fierce magnetism that held Laura's will in check and overcame her feeble attempt to pull away from the sensuous brunette's swaying body, from the caressing fingers now softly stroking Laura's shoulders and putting the slightest pressure on them, as though nudging the girl downward. The surprised blonde felt her cunt-flesh throb sharply, a wave of unexpected moisture rushing down to soak the crotch band of her panties, and the blood sang loudly in her ears as Virginia's flimsy robe parted to expose a deeper "vee" of smooth cream-white flesh beneath her heaving breasts.
It was happening too swiftly for Laura to comprehend-one moment Virginia was soothing and embracing her and the next, the hot, sexy fragrance of the older girl's flesh was filling Laura's nostrils, making her trembling with unwanted, delicious excitement. She felt she was being hurtled toward some terribly lewd and yet deeply thrilling adventure as Virginia's fingers pushed more unsistently on her shoulders, and the hot, soft fullness of her belly crushed the young girl's face closer and closer to the dark forbidden triangle undulating gently beneath. Laura wanted to cry out in protest, feeling as if she were suffocating in satiny feminine flesh, but her heart pounded furiously with an urgent excitement and her will melted against the fiery current of demanding sexual hunger emanating from the swaying body above her.
Just then, the door-buzzer cut through the charged stillness of the apartment like a knife.
Startled, Laura quickly jerked her face away from Virginia's embarrassingly close body, and averted her eyes as she fumbled in her purse for a Kleenex. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Virginia close and belt her robe before padding across the carpet to the door. The girl took a deep, shaking breath as her confused thoughts slowed their terrible whirling, and she wondered frantically if she'd imagined the whole sudden episode. It was so fast and spontaneous, so eerie and completely unexpected she felt as if it were all happening in a dream. But the intense throbbing in her pussy and her wet, trembling thighs were vividly real as she wiped her tears from her cheeks. She felt her face burning in a furious blush as she stood up to meet the man Virginia was guiding toward her.
"Bob, I want you to meet my new roommate, Laura Campbell," Virginia said smoothly, as though none of it had happened. "Laura, this is my ... boy friend, Bob Hawkins."
"Lovely," Bob murmured with a charming smile. "She's an angel, Virginia."
Laura stammered something and awkwardly held out her hand, which he squeezed warmly. He was in his thirties, expensively dressed, with smooth handsome features and an air of easy self-confidence. His sophistication was a perfect match for Virginia's, Laura thought with envy. They both reminded her of the models she'd seen casually holding drinks at parties in glossy magazine ads for whiskey, a glittering world Laura wondered if she'd ever penetrate.
"Laura's looking for a job," Virginia said, throwing Bob a strange, amused look.
"What a coincidence," he smiled. "I may have an opening in a couple of weeks in my business. Public relations. I think I'm going to need a very attractive receptionist soon...."
Laura smiled back at him eagerly, noting the way he ran his eyes up and down her amply curved body, not in the blunt way she'd learned to detest in the last two weeks, but with a calculating, businesslike gaze.
"You're physically perfect for the job, Laura-" Bob began.
"Whoa, boy! Slow down," Virginia broke with a hard voice that startled Laura. "The opening won't come up for a couple of weeks, Bob, remember?"
"I may have a job by then," Laura said quickly.
"We'll see ... Why don't I show you your bedroom now so you can put your things away, honey," Virginia smiled, taking her arm. "If you're hungry, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. We'll discuss the details later."
Laura felt as if she were being dismissed, as Bob helped her with her suitcases, and then left her standing in her new bedroom, looking at it in awe. She heard them talking-arguing, it seemed, from the tone of their voices-in Virginia's bedroom, next to hers. Although their voices were low, Laura caught a few words: "Too soon, dammit!" Virginia snapped, " ... ruin everything ... let me handle this my way ... you'll scare her ... away ... wait!"
There was a silence for a minute and then soft romantic music filled the apartment as someone turned on the stereo. The voices resumed but they were completely inaudible now, low tones against a crescendo of violins. Laura sat on the bed, feeling confused as she struggled with a rush of emotions: She was established in a lavish new apartment, but she hadn't even had a chance to pay the rent yet, things had happened so swiftly. Her bedroom, spacious with a stunning view of the San Francisco skyline and the Golden Gate Bridge, had paintings on the walls, an enormous double bed, a plush carpet and even fashion magazines on the bedside table. She wanted to cry with exhilaration after two terrifying weeks in that cheap, depressing hotel room, but still she felt it was too good to be real, that Virginia would suddenly change her mind.
And then he shame rose to the surface as memory of the vivid hunger of a few minutes ago flooded her body. She was convinced she'd caused it, not Virginia. The woman had only been trying to comfort her, and Laura had been assaulted by the most obscene thoughts, crushing her lips to Virginia's soft hot belly, thinking terrible things, forbidden urges making her tremble with lust....
She quickly stripped to take the coldest shower of her life.
At nine that night, Laura sat on the living room sofa staring dreamily out the immense picture window at the shimmering lights of the vast city below. She didn't want music or television, she simply wanted to bask in the luxury and safety of the apartment, wanted to revel in the plush security of her new surroundings. Virginia had gone out an hour ago, stunning in a chic white gown that accentuated her full, high-set breasts and sexily rounded buttocks. With her dark flowing hair brushed and gleaming and her face expertly made up, she seemed to Laura like high society itself, an unattainable ideal of big city sophistication. She'd told Laura she was going to a party and wouldn't be back until early morning, and for one breathless moment, Laura had thought she was going to be invited along. Instead Virginia gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek and swept out the door regally.
Laura sighed and hugged her robe to her body, too excited to eat dinner. It never occurred to her to ask Virginia what she did for a living, but she assumed the older girl was a fashion model or a designer of some sort, moving gracefully in and out of jet-set parties, living the rich easy life she'd read about eagerly in fashion magazines. Laura wondered if she ought to try out the swimming pool in the courtyard, then remembered she didn't even have a bathing suit. She desperately wished her parents could see her now, a princess sitting idly in her palace The phone rang and Laura rushed to pick it up. "Hello?"
There was a rush of music and laughter in the background and a girl's tipsy voice giggled, "Izzat you, Virginia darling?"
"No, she's not here. Can I take a message for her?"
"Who in hell is this? Her latest?"
Laura frowned. "I'm her new roommate, Laura Campbell...."
"Oooooh," she squealed drunkenly, "a new recruit! I used to live there, honey. You turned on yet?"
"Turned on?" Laura echoed, baffled. "Turned on to what?"
"The good life, the swinging life, money, money, money, wild ever-lovin' parties oopps, I'm blowing it, never mind the message, sugar, I'll call some other time. Gimme a drink, someone!"
The line clicked dead and Laura slowly replaced the receiver, wondering what the girl had babbling about. What did she mean by a new recruit, and wild, ever-lovin' parties? She quickly decided the girl was a drunk and Virginia had probably tossed her out because she was too wild. It served her right, Laura thought, sanctimoniously; she herself never touched alcohol, so there'd be no problem on that score. Satisfied, Laura turned on the color TV and watched in rapture as glittering figures danced and laughed their way across the screen.
She stirred in the darkness of her bedroom, roused from her deep sleep by distant, unidentifiable moans that seemed to be growing sharper. Leaning up on her elbow, Laura sleepily looked at the glowing hands on her alarm clock beside her: Almost four A.M. She held her breath as the deep long moans became punctuated by sharp heavy grunts, and Laura realized they were coming from Virginia's bedroom. Her face turned red as she recognized the passionate sounds of love-making, and quickly huddled back under the covers, trying not to listen to the exciting echoes, but wondering why they hadn't used Bob's place. Then she remembered Virginia had left for the party alone, and it occurred to her the man in the next room might not be Bob. She told herself firmly it was none of her business, but found it impossible to go back to sleep as the hungry groans were replaced by sudden spurts of talk from the man and Virginia.
Against her will, but prodded by intense hot curiosity, Laura crept out of her bed and with her pulse racing furiously and her night gowned body burning with shame, she pressed her ear to the wall, holding her breath. Her self-disgust was overwhelmed by fascination.
"Goddamn, but you're hung," Virginia was gasping, "why the hell didn't you warn me? Another inch and I'll split apart-uuunnh!"
"Can't-help it," a rasping male voice panted, "your cunt-oooooohhh, that's hot'n juicy, Jesus, what a luscious cunt!"
"Tell me, did your wife ever do-this?"
Laura's mouth fell open as she heard the mattress thump heavily for a minute and the man's grunts became rapid and ecstatic.
"Fan-tastic," he groaned, "oh baby, your pussy is-ummmmm, what an ass! Virginia! Ooooh, Christ!"
"Oh yes, yes, yesssss," Virginia moaned loudly, "Now you've got me going, unnnnh! Oh, your big hard prick, honey, I love it! Fuck me harder, harder, ram it all the way-ahhhhh! in!"
Laura suddenly became aware that she was trembling violently from head to toe, that her fingers were fiercely squeezing her swollen breasts through the flimsy nylon and lace of her nightgown. She felt a profound wave of self-contempt sweep over her for eavesdropping on the woman who'd shown her only kindness and generosity, and moving on tiptoe, she hurried back to her bed and pulled the covers up over her head, trying desperately to muffle the wanton echoes of moans and slapping bodies and cries of sensual joy. But the obscene image of Virginia's sleek, cream-white body nakedly twisting and thrashing beneath the man's flashed on her mind, unbidden, sparking a molten rush of desire through her loins, and acting like a powerful magnet on her clenched fingers.
She hadn't seen Virginia naked, only the smooth milk-white skin of her lower breasts and belly, and vaguely the thick mysterious black tangle of her pussy-hairs, but Laura could imagine how sensuous and lush her new roommate would look naked, could vividly see in her mind's eye a man's huge penis lunging its thick red hardness deep between Virginia's openly parted thighs, and the image brought a sob of hunger and sheer envy from the younger girl's throat. She tried fervently to stifle the hot, sucking ache in her pussy by telling herself that the man was married and Virginia was being unfaithful to Bob, but the thought was hollow compared to the delirious sounds of fucking in the next room. Was the man squeezing her succulent breasts, Laura wondered eagerly, was his huge, lust-engorged cock ramming all the way into Virginia's glistening pink pussy?
She knew what she had to do now, and no amount of resistance could prevent her from throwing back the covers and spreading her tender thighs wide. With her nightgown bunched up around her waist, the gasping young blonde raised her knees and arched her back in breathless, urgent anticipation. She strained her ears sharply to hear Virginia's wild moans as she gripped her own hot turgid nipples in her fingers, lewdly stroking the swollen buds, pinching and pulling and rolling the tingling flesh while she began to undulate her ass-cheeks in slow, sensuous circles on the mattress, her desire-drenched cunt burning with a terrible impatience.
"Oh God, I wish I had a big thrilling cock!" she whispered hoarsely to herself. "I need it so bad...." But just saying the lewd four-letter word thrilled the naive young country girl as she heard the groans becoming more violent now in the silent apartment. Laura cupped her plump breasts and rubbed their silky heat together, shuddering in her desperation to feel what Virginia was now feeling, no longer caring what she did to herself as long as she could ease the terrible searing need in her loins. Yet she loved to torture herself this way, pretending she could always stop whenever she wished as long as she didn't actually touch her sacred vagina and trigger a frenzy of pent-up need. Too, there was the delight of the teasing ritual, shamefully wicked she knew, but she breathlessly slid her fingers down over her honeyed flesh, stroking her hips, then cuddling her ripe ass-cheeks, loving their fat roundness the way a lover would, exploring the hot satiny flesh eagerly. She began to jerk steadily to an invisible partner, watching her trembling soft thighs in the semi-darkness with soaring excitement, edging deliciously closer to the throbbing, soaked slit.
God, the man must be wonderful, Laura thought enviously as the groans and thrashing continued in the next room, but why hadn't he ejaculated yet? Did Virginia know how to keep an impatient man from cumming with some exotic trick? Her ex-husband had always cum almost instantly, spending most of his fifteen minute ritual fondling and pinching her succulent breasts, rarely touching the rest of her aching, tender body until he inserted his hot shaft for a dozen rapid thrusts. She wondered now if all men came so quickly, and listening to the lustful sounds from Virginia's bedroom, she began to moan very softly in rhythm to Virginia's loud groans pretending the man's gigantic cock was rippling and bursting in her own wildly pulsing cunt. Her fingers teasingly caressed her curly pubic hairs, easing down to within an inch of her wet pussy lips beneath and an electrifying impatience gripped her.
With lewd fascination, the hopelessly aroused blonde looked down at her parted thighs gleaming milk-white and tantalizing in the moonlight. She darted and extended a finger at the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris, and her body stiffened sharply at the quivering hot contact. Her breasts began to rise and fall rapidly as she started brushing and stroking the tumescent clit, her buttocks swaying faster while she rubbed back and forth. She felt delirious ripples of burning excitement shudder upward through her throbbing cuntal valley as her fingers spread the sticky moisture up and down over her outer cunt-lips, forcing herself not to pierce the aching walls just yet, savoring the self-torture of suspense, even the wonderful feel of hot guilt at not only committing a forbidden act, but watching herself avidly at the same time.
An urgent whimper came from her lips as she parted the tiny pale pussy curls and spread the flowing wetness lavishly over her aching pussy-flesh, her middle finger stabbing only a fraction of an inch into her trembling slit, but with shattering impact so that she arched her whole body and shuddered with delight. Her thighs quickly parted wider and she thrust her finger deeper and deeper between the desperately grasping lips of her cunt, moaning with agonized pleasure, the sounds of passion a few yards away becoming dimmer as she riveted her whole being between her silken thighs, lost now in her own ruthless need, caring about nothing except blissful release. Again she felt the eerie sensation that one part of her mind was utterly detached, watching the lewd, quivering young blonde with shocked disapproval, as she began to masturbate with rising lust, craning her head down further so she could see the finger worming deeper into the recesses of her burning wet orifice.
Her face was flushed crimson and her passion-suffused breasts heaving rapidly as she thrust her finger deeper and harder into her sucking pussy flesh, both seeing and feeling her glistening juice ooze onto her amber thighs, shivering with increasing pleasure as her stiffened finger circled her tiny cuntal opening lasciviously. Then she felt another wave of intense lust quiver through her passion-fired blood as she gradually ease; her extended middle finger up into the hotly enveloping passage of her cunt, and her buttocks wriggled in voracious need while her cunt sucked the finger hungrily up inside. Then came the onslaught of horrified self-disapproval she had expected and with headstrong defiance, Laura's face contorted into a depraved smile as she squeezed a second finger into her narrow, frantically clasping cunt, part of her shocked, the other part immensely enjoying the perverse thrills and even the guilt and shame.
She sucked in her breath with a loud hiss as she wriggled both fingers around furiously inside her searing pussy-flesh, drinking in her own luscious body with glazed eyes, her free hand harshly squeezing one of her swollen breasts, her ass-cheeks swinging in wide frenzied circles on the bed as the delicious thrills racing through her shuddering cunt became wilder and more spine-tingling. Obscene thoughts flitted through her mind convulsively as she slammed her fingers savagely deep, no longer watching in her lust but thrashing her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping about her cheeks, her body arched and straining for release.
Lord, I'm doing it to myself and I love it! she thought deliriously, I only wish I had a real man here, though!
For a moment Laura wondered in horror if she were losing her mind but as her quivering, sweating body lunged faster on the two lewdly gorging fingers, she dimly realized she'd waited too long for release, had buried her natural passion too many times. She heard a low soft scream in the distance and stunned with alarm but to aroused to stop finger-fucking herself, she thought it came from her own throat. A series of rapid male grunts followed, and with relief she knew it was in the next room, that they were having a climax, and for one dangerous, almost insane moment, the wildly hungering country girl had a fierce urge to run naked and perspiring into her roommate's bedroom, to fling her burning body on the bed next to them and beg the man to pierce her aching cunt with every inch of his mammoth penis. She froze in panic, fearing for a split second that she might actually succumb to the mad impulse, but the moment's hesitation allowed her teetering self-control to return. Cautiously, she again began sliding her two fingers in and out between her wetly throbbing pussy lips, fearing that the couple in the next room might hear her whimpers and her buttocks thrashing on the mattress. She desperately wanted to stop now but the fiery ball of lust in her love-starved loins ruthlessly demanded release, sent its fierce ache to every tingling nerve in her perspiring body.
Biting her lip to muffle her passionate groans, Laura slipped her fingers gently in and out of her desire-soaked cunt, the strain of controlling her awakened lust as great as her need for an orgasm. She moved her buttocks softly, moaning in frustration as she realized the relief she so feverishly craved now seemed further away than ever. They were talking softly in the next room, laughing occasionally, and Laura dared to increase the tempo of her lunging fingers once more, again looking down at her nakedly straining body through tear-filled eyes, feeling a mad wish to reach down and lick her own sensitive thighs, to pierce her throbbing cunt-flesh with her hot wet tongue. She began to use both hands, two fingers sliding and wriggling in the passion-inflamed slit of her vagina, another finger rubbing her exposed clitoris and immediately sending electric thrills jolting through her loins. She bit her lip savagely to stifle the urgent groan in her throat as her fingertip rubbed rapidly back and forth on the tiny burning pleasure-bud. And all the while, her eyes were raking over her lust-tightened nipples, sweeping down her lushly rounded hips and smooth thighs, imagining the pleasure a man would feel from devouring her succulent curves. The thrills began to grow in intensity and Laura jerked faster inside her moisture-drenched pussy, her buttocks beginning to quiver in tiny blissful spasms, her tortured body beginning to thrash dangerously loud again on the softly creaking mattress.
Laura shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth as she slammed her rigid fingers brutally deep and hard into her tight-sucking cuntal flesh, feeling her moisture flow out freely onto her hand, a hot sticky gush of desire. She tried vividly to imagine it was a man's thick, blood-engorged penis that was ripping so deliciously in and out of her trembling pussy slit, a massive cock with a giant crimson tip that would batter her helpless vagina with electrifying power. And then it began to explode, a violent quivering deep inside her loins, a blazing pent-up release that made her perspiring body shudder madly in anticipation. She frantically brought her free hand up to her mouth to choke the scream, tasted her own thick, fragrant cum on her lips and whimpering in a frenzy of abandon, licked it greedily, all the while lunging her buttocks faster in time to her still savagely fucking fingers, her previous caution of no use now against the violent thrills exploding in her fiery cunt.
"Fuck me," she hissed loudly, shaking her blonde head crazily from side to side on the pillow, "Oh God, someone please fuck me!"
The clasping wet lips of her pussy worked and sucked feverishly on her rapidly in-thrusting fingers and her free hand flew wildly from her panting breasts to squeeze at her spasming belly and bring more of her searing vaginal secretions pouring out around her madly fucking fingers, while every fiber of her being tingle in sheets of fire. Low, incoherent moans spewed from the young girl's throat as the shattering orgasm continued to rack her softly quivering body, until she had to sink her teeth into her arm to stem the sobs and screams that rose in her throat, her piercing fingers keeping up 'he ruthless thrilling momentum in her cunt until the violent spasms began to subside. The warm tingling in her loins spread outward in waves of diminishing pleasure, overwhelming her keyed up flesh and relaxing her in a way that she'd been yearning for so long.
Still dazed at the startling intensity of her climax, Laura sagged back on the bed, shaking with exhaustion and sudden remorse. The young blonde slowly released her cum-soaked fingers from her still flexing pussy and then began to sob, very softly, tears of shame streaming down her burning face. She thought the others must have heard her in her depraved abandon, but that was only an added humiliation.
She'd solemnly promised herself she would never resort to that act again, regardless of how tortured or lustful she felt. Sex belonged in marriage and nowhere else, her mother had taught her with strict concern. Laura turned over and buried her face in the pillow, her perspiring body racked with guilty sobs, the soft glow of relaxed fulfillment fading quickly beneath her shame. After a while, when she was calmer, she went over the beginning of the act again, trying to find the point where she'd lost her self-control, realizing that if she could pinpoint it she could be on her guard for that crucial weakness next time. She vividly recalled the wild lewd moans of Virginia and her partner, their obscene comments and then the moment of surrender.
It was the image of a man's long hard penis flashing in her mind, she suddenly knew, the picture of a gigantic cock. She suddenly had a flash of rare insight when she discovered she never pictured a man's face or body, only his lust-swollen member. Did it mean she was afraid of men? She knew some girls would think she acted with exaggerated caution around men, but did that mean she actually had a morbid terror of them?
The more Laura tried to analyze her confused feelings, the more baffled and helpless she felt. She was certain only that her suppressed passion had escaped with fury and she'd done a terrible, forbidden thing. Next time she wouldn't surrender for anything in the world, she would cling with all her strength to her mother's words and to the thought of her devoted parents. But for the first time in her life Laura felt a chilling apprehension over her own intense passion, once it was aroused. She recalled with a shock some of the words she'd thought and even whispered-words she'd never used before-and remembered with guilt, and yet an undeniable, eerie excitement, the taste of her own vaginal moisture, sweet, slightly sticky, unlike anything she'd ever savored before.
She wondered in a moment of panic what would happen if her violent passion ever unleashed itself around a forceful man. Quickly, she reassured herself that would never happen. Someday she would meet a nice man-perhaps like her new roommate's friend, Bob, she thought eagerly.
He would propose to her, and they would settle down in blissful happiness. Then, and only then, would she let her wild desire loose, lavishing it on him with all he; accumulated urgency.
In the meantime, she would fight the hideous lust in her nature with every ounce of her will, crush and lock it safely in the dark recesses of her being where it couldn't escape.
Somewhere deep inside her, she thought she heard a faint mocking laugh just before she drifted into an exhausted sleep.