Chapter 1
"Darling, it's Sandy," the lovely blonde girl said breathlessly as she clung to the telephone. The excitement was carved into her glowing young face. Her blue eyes were sparkling.
"Yes, Paul, I told you I'd call just as soon as I arrived. I'm living in a boarding house called 'Ma Perry's'. " Sandy Miller sighed and then continued, "Yes, darling, the people are very nice and they all want to help."
"Yes . . . of course I miss you . . . terribly. But, I'm so anxious to get started teaching the little children." The twenty-one year old school teacher leaned against the wall as she spoke into the receiver. "I understand, darling, but this job is so important to me. I must be a success at it. I must! There's so much to be done here."
"Yes, Paul. I will! Yes, I love you very much. Goodbye, darling!"
Sandy hung up the telephone and sighed, then slowly walked down the hallway to the room she had moved into earlier this afternoon. It was a large room with a double bed, two chairs and several pieces of furniture for storage, and was situated on the first floor only two doors down the hall from the bathroom.
After riding a bus all day through the rugged green mountains of Oregon, she was tired and ready to relax. Rubbing her eyes, she settled down in the one comfortable overstuffed chair in the room.
Sandy was too young and too excited to be still for long, however, and after only a minute of sitting, she jumped up and roamed around the room, familiarizing herself with it. Slowly then, she undressed. The blonde beginning teacher was alone for the first time in her twenty-one years, and even during her four years of college she'd been home with her loving family. She knew she had a voluptuous young body, and now she stood staring in evaluation at her nakedness in the full length mirror that was hanging on the back of the door. She smiled at her firm up-thrust breasts and remembered her fianc''s final words their last night together, "Darling, that body is going to get you in bad trouble one day!"
Sandy loved Paul Simpson very much, but he did tend to restrict her almost as much as her family. Now, he was far away in Chicago and she missed him, but she felt as though she was finally free! She inspected the reflection of her sensual figure, which curved in all the right places. Her stomach was flat and firm, her skin as soft as satin, and her buttocks were rounded and taut, undulating teasingly whenever she moved, in spite of the fact that she tried to control the seductive movements by tightly clenching her ass-cheeks. She was tall, but even if she had been shorter, she still would not have been too heavy. Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and in a pair of Capri's they were outlined enticingly, and the fleshy mound of her protruding little pussy seemed to snuggle in the apex of her thighs like a warm soft prize to be sought.
But Sandy's face was the most attention-getting of all her attributes. She had an elegant profile, regal and aloof, sleepy blue eyes and a full sensual mouth. Yet, she was innocent and still very much a virgin . . . the type that demanded the respect of the men who knew her. she'd been surprised when the strangers here had tipped their hats and called her "Ma'am". She was a lady and she looked it! But besides all that, Sandy Miller was a school teacher, and she thought like an efficient machine. She was going to teach at the small town school here in this poor mountain village in Oregon where most of the students were from itinerant farm families. The richer families sent their children to exclusive boarding schools on the Coast.
She loved people! Especially what she called
"the common people, the backbone of our nation". Now her chance had come to help them and she was elated. For one year she would teach these young, underprivileged people who had never had much of a chance to learn. Sponsored by a group of wealthy families that her father was involved with, the one room school never kept a teacher for long. So, Sandy had begged for the chance to do something worthwhile by coming here to teach. Her own background was of wealth and understanding, education and love. Being a persistent young woman when she wanted something, she had finally won reluctant approval from her family. Unfortunately, she had never been able to completely convince Paul of her need to help poor people. He just couldn't see her going off by herself with a lot of "dirty, illiterate idiots", but more than that, was the fact that he wouldn't see her for a year, unless she let him visit her.
Sandy had tolerated her fianc''s barbs up to a point, then accused him of being a snob. Paul was dark and handsome with a serious face, and he had nodded with growing anger, "Oh, so you think I'm a snob! Well let me tell you, I have just as much compassion for my fellow man as you do. I was in the Air Force and I saw those fellows in action. I'm just being realistic, Sandy. Goddamnit, there's a difference between being poor and being a snob. Just because they're underprivileged doesn't always mean they're nice people."
Standing in the drab boarding house room now, Sandy stood nakedly erect with a determination to prove she had been right to come here. She moved her fingers over the slimness of her rib cage, the warm firm flesh of her breasts, and tweaked the nipples with her thumb and forefinger.
Closing her eyes, she thought of her last night with Paul. He had come to her home that evening for dinner, for the first time in months. Later, her parents had discretely disappeared going to a movie knowing the engaged couple wanted to say their goodbyes alone. He'd drank too much during dinner and then had become surly, telling her that she didn't love him at all. When, angered by his attitude, she had asked him to leave, he had become contrite and apologized, asking if he could stay a little longer. Relieved and unhappy that she was leaving him, Sandy had reluctantly let him stay. He immediately fell to the sofa where he slumped while she made black coffee in her kitchenette.
Paul behaved himself for a few minutes, drinking the coffee and asking for more. Sandy understood his drinking heavily tonight. After all, she was leaving the man she was engaged to. Then he began to get amorous. And that, too, was all right. She loved him and he loved her, and she felt the same passion he was feeling. Always she wanted to give herself to him, but she knew she had to retain control of her deep emotions. Her long blonde hair fell loose under his fumbling and he had bent her back on the couch, her warmly tingling breasts jutting upward under her blouse, her eyes closed with ecstasy as she felt him caressing her trembling flesh. Suddenly she had struggled, trying to push him away with a loud gasp, "Paul!"
Usually that was all that was needed. But not that night. He had seemed to become more excited as she fought to get away from him. Then his hands were on her thighs, stroking them, crushing her to him with rough lunges. "Paul. . . Stop . . . st . . . , " was all she got out before he kissed her passionately on the lips. Sandy made the mistake of accepting the kiss, but it did feel good with his arms around her. But, it was all the encouragement he'd needed and he became an animal, grunting and breathing through his tightly clenched teeth. His probing tongue forced its way into her mouth and she stiffened against her own desire to return his ardor.
It seemed that suddenly he'd sprouted a dozen arms and hands, and they were everywhere, clawing at her, forcing her down on the sofa beneath him. "Paul," she had cried, pulling her mouth free long enough to exclaim, "Paul, for God's sake, what are you doing?"
"Shut up," he snarled, and then she realized that he was still uncontrollably drunk, doing things he didn't mean. "I'm gonna give you a going away present," he said thickly. "You're going to do it with me . . . before those dirty bastards in Oregon get to you." He had laughed frighteningly and then began pawing her all over her body, pulling her shirt up with a gargoyle-like sneer.
"Paul, I'm Sandy . . . your fianc' . . . I love you," she whispered, frightened and trembling, trying to penetrate the alcoholic fog that surrounded his brain. "Please stop! Remember our promise about sex . . . not to have it until we're married? Please, Paul!"
"I agreed all right," he slurred, "but I didn't want to. I only did it because of your stupid parents."
Now his hands were moving up between her legs and her dress was up to her waist, exposing her thin white panties. Her long naked legs were scissoring on the couch as she tried to close them and only succeeded in gripping his fingers between her thighs. His hot, relentlessly moving hand closed over the nylon fabric, and his finger touched the softly throbbing lips of her vagina.
"Oooohhhhh, Paul," she moaned as she trembled at the lewdly exciting sensations caused by his caressing hand as it closed over the thin nylon of her panties. A powerful rush of unwanted ecstasy throbbed through her belly as she cried out, "Paul! Darling, for God's sake don't!"
She fought him off, managing to get him thrown off balance, but he attacked her again with a guttural snarl in his throat, forcing her futilely struggling body down on the sofa, drunkenly tearing the clothes from her body. "Paul . . . Paul Simpson . . . you're mad . . . mad . . . and drunk," she gasped, trying to pull her ruined dress around her fearfully quivering hips.
The young man stared at his near-naked fianc' with unseeing eyes, "Mad, like hell!" he mumbled as he grabbed at the torn dress and tossed it to the floor. He stared at the nakedly trembling mounds of her breasts and a lust-contorted grin covered his face as he reached for her tiny pink nipples, brutally tweaking them between two of his fingers. After unsuccessfully trying to hide her nakedness with her arms, she shoved her fianc' away, forcefully poking her elbow into his ribs. But Paul was not to be thwarted, he was too drunk to stop or want to. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, leaving her fearfully trembling breasts uncovered. Quickly he dropped his hot searching mouth to the nipple of her right breast and sucked it up into the roof of his mouth, making it grow hard and erect. "Paul, please . . . don't do this to me.. . Oh God! You've got to remember our promises," Sandy pleaded in a panic, and struggled to free herself from his tight gripping hold. In spite of her protests, however, she realized her body was writhing in excitement as the pulsating carnal desire began to rise even higher in her virginal loins.
Paul's left hand was roaming over her nakedly trembling body now, with the other one holding her own hands behind her back while his mouth moved from one erect little nipple to the other. And then, he grabbed the tight elastic waistband of her bikini panties and pulled at them until the nylon gave way and they ripped from her loins. Groaning viciously, he caressed her sparsely covered pussy mound and then ignoring her wails forced his outstretched middle finger into the tight little opening to her vagina. Now all her clothes lay in rags beside her on the floor and her naked young body was being mauled like a common tramp. Besides all that, it was her trusted fianc' who was responsible!
In spite of her disgust, she could feel the heated moisture of excitement lubricating her vaginal passage and the stabs of lewd pleasure that filled the pit of her belly was driving her up the wall. It felt so good! So Good! The very lewdness of her position turned her limbs to water, and she was incapable of fighting him off any more.
An overpowering ripple of obscene delight shot through her nakedly sprawled body, and she closed her eyes with a gasp as she felt his hot hungry mouth nibbling at her sensitive tautened nipples while, at the same time, his middle finger was sliding back and forth against her moistly throbbing cuntal lips. Despite herself, she felt her hips begin to undulate upward in that age-old language of sexual hunger as the tingling layers of her vagina began throbbing in preparation for lovemaking.
Paul felt the voluptuous young blonde collapse in acquiescence backward on the sofa just as the rhythmic movement of her hips upward against his hand became undeniable, and he knew then he'd won. Without giving her a chance to know what he was doing, he unzipped the front of his pants and pulled his long hard penis out the opening. Sandy had felt his finger leave her feverishly pulsating vagina, but his mouth felt so good, she still moaned with pleasure. And then, she felt the hot, impatient probing of the rubbery tip of his cock begin to slide up and down her hair-lined slit. She knew she should fight him off, but she was helpless.. . a slave to her overpowering emotions. She felt him pressing her down into the cushions of the couch, his heavy body forcing the breath from her chest.
Slowly she opened her eyes and stared into the lust-distorted face of her young fianc'. Suddenly, she knew this was wrong, that Paul was drunk and brutal and he didn't even know who she was! Oh God! She could be a common street whore and it wouldn't make any difference. It was wrong! Horribly wrong! She was going to marry this man!
All her conditioning came forcing itself to the fore, and her brain rebelled. Forcing her hands against his shoulders, she shoved with all her might. Catching him unawares did the trick. He tried to grab at her to steady himself, but in his drunkenness, he fell to the floor, banging against the cold tile, and lay without moving.
"Paul!" she called in a whisper, "Are you all right?" She knelt beside him, her naked breasts swaying as she listened for his steady breathing. With a gasp she realized that he was unconscious to her presence, he was in a drunken stupor.
Suddenly, she brushed against his still-erect penis, sticking out from the opening in his pants, and she felt an almost overwhelming desire to touch it . . . hold its warmly pulsating length in the palm of her hand. Oh God, she thought as she stared in wonder at the size of his maledom! Did he really expect to put that inside her tight little vagina? Her hand moved without control and touched the soft rubbery cock-head, sending shivers of raw lust through her body! And then, jerking her hand away, holding it away from her as though it offended her, she stood up on trembling legs staring down at the sleeping young man who was her fianc'.
When Paul awakened the next morning, he was still on the floor with a pillow under his head and covered with a blanket when Sandy heard him cough. Quietly, she moved from her curled-up position on the sofa where unable to sleep she had spent the night, staring with hot burning eyes at the shadowy form of her fianc'. Not only did she have to worry about holding Paul to their promise, now she had to worry about herself. She had wanted him to make love to her . . . , her body had craved it! And in the morning's brittle light she had known how mistaken she'd been not to have given in to him . . .
And now as she remembered that night, far away in a lonely room in Oregon, she again felt the thrill of that night. Secretly wanting to feel Paul's mouth on her throbbing nipples again and experience the thrill of his finger sliding through the hot trembling flesh of her vaginal lips, Sandy knew there was no sleep for her until she erased the memories from her mind. Maybe a good brisk walk would do it!
Quickly, she arose from the bed where she had been sitting and threw on her capris and shirt. Pulling a sweater over her head to protect her against the chilly night air, she opened the door to her room and hurried down the hallway to the front door. The clear moonlit night was beautiful! The mountains in the background gave a shadowy eerie feeling, and she shivered as she threw back her head and drew in the fresh clean air. She had walked only a short way before she suddenly realized she didn't know the area well enough to wander too far away from the boarding house. Standing for a moment, absorbing the beauty of the night, the young blonde felt as though she had found her place in life.
The lights in Ma Perry's began to go out and she drew herself out of her reverie, determined to go in and make herself sleep. She needed to be fresh tomorrow . . . her first day at school.
When the troubled young teacher stepped into the darkened hallway of the boarding house, she heard a faint moaning sound as she passed the door to the main guest room the one that Ma Perry called the parlor. Uncertain of what she had heard it might have been the night wind she turned toward the dimly lit room. When the sound wasn't repeated she turned to go. It was then that another rustling sound caught her ear and she froze. She had heard something in the room!
Quietly stepping to the open door, Sandy stood silent, her breath choking from her throat as she heard the groaning sound change into a vibrating wail, "Ooohhhhhh!" she heard the voice of a woman saying. "Oh lover . . . Sam . . . do it . . . your tongue . . . MORE!"
"Baby, your pussy tastes so good," she heard the gruff voice of a man say.
Rooted to the spot, the trembling young blonde searched for the man and woman who were making those lewd sounds. The obscenity of the man's words was already tilling her loins with a throbbing excitement. She reeled with faintness as she suddenly saw the scene inside the room. Clinging to the side of the door, she gasped back the sound that threatened to escape her throat. It was a woman lying on the sofa and a man was kneeling between her widespread legs, his mouth glued to her vagina, his lips making a lewd feasting sound.
They were both completely naked and the woman's head was thrown back, her mouth wide open, and a look on her face of obscene delight. The man was caressing her naked breasts with his fumbling hands while her knees were bent back as far as they would go. Sandy couldn't see the man's face, but from where she stood, his bobbing head and lewd words could only mean one thing! Oh God! He had his face buried in the woman's wide-open loins! They were having oral sex!
Clutching the door, afraid of making a sound, the young teacher stared into the woman's lust-contorted face while she watched the writhing couple moaning out their pleasure. The greatest shock of all came when she heard the woman hissing, "Eat it. . . oooohhhhhhhh, yes . . . eat it, honey!"
Frozen to the spot by the door, Sandy saw the man momentarily lift his head and look up into the face of the woman before dropping his face again and lewdly burying his face in the sparsely hair-fringed opening, moving his head in a salacious rhythm as he clutched her nakedly quivering breasts with his massaging fingers.
"Oh shit . . . Sam . . . eat it . . . eat my pussy," Sandy heard the lewd words again, and the wet slurping sound of the man's tongue plunging in and out of the woman's wetly gaping cunt abruptly was too much for the young girl's moralistic mind to accept. With a lunge she forced herself away from the open door and ran blindly to her room at the other end of the hallway.
She was highly indignant . . . ashamed of the woman. Whoever she was, she shouldn't be in a place where people could see her, or could hear her screaming out her perversion. Oh God, it was so horrible!
Suddenly aware of the hot throbbing dampness high up between her thighs, Sandy's face grew beet red in embarrassment as she realized she had become sexually excited at watching the lewd sight of the naked man and woman.
She had to calm down! She couldn't sleep like this. Something had to be wrong with her when all she could think about tonight was sex! Sure she missed Paul, but that shouldn't make her feel like this! Well, she could always take a warm shower and that would help!
She took her already dampened capris off and then her shirt. Wrapping a robe around her nakedly trembling body she grabbed a towel and bath cloth and hurried down the hallway to the bathroom. She'd be quiet and no one would know she wasn't already asleep.