Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder ...
Susan, the young girl in his book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, she finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captor.
VIRGIN SLAVE-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Susan had been studying for more than an hour when a sudden gust of wind through her bedroom window made her blink and lean back from her typewriter. She'd been working on a paper for her afternoon class. Dr. Brewster, her archeology instructor would be pleased, she was sure. But then Dr. Brewster was always pleased with her work. She was pulling down straight A's in everything she'd taken during her sophomore year and it had been her scholastic record that had gotten her into Dr. Brewster's upper-level course, a course generally reserved for seniors.
Pushing back her chair, Susan rose and stretched before her mirror. She'd been studying with only a skimpy bra and panties covering her lanky frame, and moving her willowy limbs sent little thrills through her tummy.
"Oh, God, here it comes again." What Susan was thinking of was the tingling desire that gnawed at her most of her waking hours. She was seventeen and somewhat of a late bloomer. But though she'd hardly dated in high school, hardly thought of sex at all, her body seemed to be trying to make up for lost time. She stretched again, tossing her thick mane of light brown hair. Under the almost transparent cups of her little bra she could see the nubs of her nipples pressing out. Her breathing was more rapid now as she remembered the early morning games she had played even before getting out of bed. During the past few months she had an insatiable desire to masturbate. Rarely a day went by that she didn't have to succumb to the desire at least three times. And sometimes she awoke in the middle of the night and had to caress herself to a shuddering climax before sleep would come again.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, letting her long fingers trace a curve over her warm, moist mound. The nylon of her panties was damp underneath and she rocked her slim hips slowly, listening to her slippery folds inside rub one against the other. The sensation was lovely and she repeated the movement, lips parted slightly, full, sensuous lips that gave her young face a certain naughty appearance. But the naughtiness was not in her eyes. They were round, bright innocent eyes that sparkled with intelligence and sometimes mischief.
"Ohhh, I wish I didn't have to do it so often."
By now Susan knew that she would have to relieve her tensions. There was just barely time before her class, but time enough to enjoy it. And Susan always enjoyed it. Walking pertly on a long, narrow feet she bounced into the bathroom and reached down the bottle of baby oil. She was humming softly to herself as she re-crossed the bedroom and searched in her roommate's drawer.
"I'd never have the nerve to buy one of these myself," she said, holding the pistol grip of the vibrator. Since Sarah, the girl she shared the apartment with, now had a steady boyfriend, the device had been forgotten. At least by Sarah.
Susan undid her bra, skimmed her panties off and, taking a hand mirror with her, stretched out on the bed. For a moment she just lay there breathing deeply and feeling the electricity of her body as it glowed for attention. Then slowly Susan pushed herself up onto a cross-legged sitting position and with the mirror propped on her crossed ankles, bent low to peer into the stretched crevice between her thighs.
"Such a weird place," she murmured. As a pubescent girl she'd hardly been aware of the slit that ran along the underside of her torso. She'd been too wrapped up in science projects and class work to bother noticing the subtle changes taking place. Even the sprouting of lush, brown curls didn't faze her. But soon afterwards her menstrual flow snapped her to attention. She knew then that there was something strange going on. At the age of sixteen she found that touching certain spots up between the squishy, feverish folds brought pleasure. A kind of pleasure that shocked her in its intensity.
At sixteen Susan had had her first, breathtaking climax. From that moment on self-pleasure had become an unbreakable habit.
"There ... " she sighed breathlessly, tilting the bottle so that three drops of baby oil fell against her cut. Then she used the tip of her forefinger, moving it in gentle, circular patterns against the soft lump. "Uhhhhhhh ... " Immediately the lump thickened and rose from the flesh surrounding it. She watched the wonderful change, watched the outer lips of her pussy swell. Pussy. She loved the word. It was better than the ones in books. Like vagina, a word she detested. Her long finger worked more rapidly and a shooting thrill went up her back. Her nipples grew now, highlighting her small, firm breasts.
Panting a little with the pleasure, Susan watched her cunt get plumper. Cunt was another word she liked to say. "Cunt," she said, "my hot little cunt." This amused her and she began to move her fingertip up and down now, letting it slide down her crevice and over the bunched, red membrane that made her a virgin.
"Virgin. That's a funny word." Susan let out a trembling breath as her surging cunt grew hotter. "I don't feel like a virgin. But then I don't know what a virgin is supposed to feel like. Maybe a virgin isn't supposed to feel like anything. Maybe it's only after you're not a virgin that you feel anything."
By now she'd begun to squirm her hips on the bed. The mirror fogged as she let out another breath. She flopped back on a pillow and closed her eyes. Having her legs crossed like that kept her mound split and made her feel sexy. Her back arched and humped as she moved instinctively as if she were fucking. She was using two fingers now, sliding them the whole length of her vulva, touching all the soft, pumped up places, teasing her cit to stiffen and rise from its hood until it was like a miniature penis.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhh," she groaned, her sighs matching the rhythmic surging of her body. Feeling beside her she found the vibrator, flicked the switch and heard the hum of the rounded rubber know that stuck out from the body of the machine. Very lightly she eased the vibrating knob down into her juicy slit.
"Nhhaaahh," she whimpered, biting her bottom lip as the thrills jolted through her. Quickly she felt her cut responding to the stimulation. Her heart picked up speed, jumping hard in her chest. Her flat tummy pulled in sharply under her ribs. Her long, white legs bent and kicked straight again. The soles of her feet itched. She tingled between her toes. Her breasts felt like they needed to be pinched. Susan used her free hand to arouse her turgid nipples, roughing each one with the flat of her palm as the vibrator continued to inflame her young pussy.
"Mhhuuuuh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, God!"
By now her ass was plunging up and down and she's opened her legs as wide as they'd go, knees half bent, toes curled and fanned wide apart. She could feel it coming. That incredible burst of raw energy that would make her crazy for a moment. She wished it would last longer, wished the madness would make her squirm for an hour at least. But in her heart she knew that something so intense could not possibly last that long.
"I can feel it! Ohhh, it's coming, coming ...
She was writhing, gasping, her long lashes fluttering wildly as the shivers of pleasure grew stronger. Her heels dug at the mattress excitedly. Her breasts were pumped up into firm spheres of quivering white flesh tipped with swollen pink nipples. She rubbed the knob of the vibrator carelessly against her blood-swollen vulva, hitting every spot that she thought might feel good. Then she was plunging violently, squirming in the frenzied throes of total ecstasy.
"Ahh, ahhhh, whhhaaaaahhh!" She heard her loud cries, heard the thumping of the mattress under her hips, heard the squish, humming titillation of her young cunt as the vibrator took her into paradise and kept her there until the consuming spasms had burned through her completely, leaving her exhausted and weak.
"Ohh, my God," she said, laughing with the joy of the moment. "Ohhh, how wonderful!"
Susan had thumbed the off switch and let the vibrator fall from her hand when she heard the front door buzzer. For a moment she didn't believe the damned thing had really rung.
"Who, in hell, could that be?" she sighed, too weak even to sit up. The buzzer sounded again. Weakly she swung her long legs off the bed and tried to catch her breath. Her brown hair was mussed, tangled across her face. She pushed it out of her eyes and managed to stand up. A trickle of juice started leaking down the inside of one thigh but she couldn't bother with mopping it up. She grabbed her terrycloth robe from the bathroom door and padded unsteadily to the bedroom door.
"I'm coming," she called, smiling at the thought that occurred to her upon saying that particular word. "Maybe I should say I've come," she muttered irritated by this interruption. Probably her roommate's boyfriend looking for her. Or some Girl Scouts with their damned cookies. Or ...
"Dr. Brewster!" she blurted as she opened the door. The bearded instructor smiled affectionately at her. Though Susan was tall for a girl, Dr. Brewster was a towering six feet four, his broad-muscled shoulders and tan face exuding healthfulness and strength.
"I thought I'd drop by, and accompany you to class," her teacher said. "I've got something important to ask you."
"Please, come on in," she stammered, backing up, clutching her robe closed at the neck. She was blushing furiously and scared stiff that Dr. Brewster might smell the musky scent of her young cunt. She could certainly smell it herself! Noticing her bare feet and bathrobe, the big man grinned.
"You weren't cutting class today were you?"
"Of course not." Susan felt her face turn redder. "I was just napping, I ... "
"My dear Susan, you could cut every other one of my classes, and still end up with A's." Dr. Brewster's big hand rested on her shoulder for a moment and the warmth and strength of it sent a strange tremble through Susan's body. She had always worshipped Dr. Brewster for his intelligence and kindness. And the fact that her father had gone to school with him only increased her affection.
"Let me throw something on." Susan felt her teacher's eyes on her as she hurried to the bedroom. When she'd closed the door and thrown her robe across the bed she was that her juicy cunt and leaked butter all the way down her leg. There was a shiny smear of sex juice at her ankle. She wondered with embarrassment if Nate Brewster had seen it.
In less than five minutes, she'd thrown on a pair of jeans and a top and brushed her lustrous hair. It reached well down her back and she knew that lots of boys turned to look when she walked by. Or was it her ass they were looking at? She wished she could read their minds sometimes. Lately she'd been very curious about what a boy thought of when he was looking at a girl.
"Ready," she said, bouncing from the bedroom and gathering her books. Dr. Brewster walked beside her out of the building and across the campus towards the big building which housed the anthropology building.
"What I wanted to talk to you about concerns a field trip I'm planning. Though I usually confine such expeditions to seniors or graduate students, your academic record has tempted me to make an exception."
Dr. Brewster went on to tell her that he wanted her to accompany him and his wife and two other students, both of them working on their master's degrees. Susan was absolutely stunned. A college sophomore never went on such trips. And she knew it wasn't just because Nate Brewster knew her dad. He wasn't like that.
"I'd love to come," she said, eyes dancing. Dr. Brewster slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close for a moment. That same, weird shiver went through her as she felt his muscles and strength. Then they were coming into the building, weaving their way through the milling students.
Chapter Two
In class, Susan could hardly concentrate. She was thinking of the digs where the research trip would begin, thinking of finding some long-lost artifact. She was still thinking of the thrill of being on a real archeological expedition when she noticed that the young woman beside her was acting strangely.
Mona Roberts was one of the graduate students who'd be going on the field trip. On the other side of her sat Les Fowles. And by the look on Les' face, Mona was doing something weird under the seminar table.
At first Susan could hardly believe something was up. Mona and Les dated often, but surely they wouldn't bring their fun and games right into the classroom! Not while Dr. Brewster was lecturing on some important point concerning the Minoan civilization!
Les, unaware that Susan was casting furtive sidelong glances, gave Mona a lusty look. Mona was turned away from her so it was easy for Susan to drop her pencil at her feet and bend partly under the thick big table to retrieve it. What she saw almost made Susan give a moan. Mona actually had Les' cock out of his pants and was massaging it with teasing, squeezing movements.
Susan had never seen a male cock in the flesh in her life so she longed to stare at the fantastic thing. But she had her pencil and to keep her head under the table for one more second would begin to draw attention from the others in the room.
Flushing with excitement, Susan cast covert looks at Les and Mona. Now she could see the subtle movements of the girl's arm as she played with her boyfriend's penis under cover of the table. Dr. Brewster droned on but Susan had lost track of the lecture now. All she could think of was that incredible shaft of swollen flesh! It had been at least seven inches long, maybe a little longer. And the head, or glans as she'd seen it depicted in medical books, had been a dusky blue color.
When Dr. Brewster signaled the end of the class period and handed out a memo on the date of the planned field trip, sly grins were exchanged between Les and Mona. Susan felt almost a part of their secret and she found herself unaccountably excited.
Careful not to let the couple know she was trailing along behind, Susan followed them out of the building. Somehow Les had pushed his cock back in his pants but Susan knew his erection hadn't subsided. With an arm around Mona, Les ambled towards the library. They entered and after waiting for a moment or two, Susan entered behind them. She was just in time to see them descending the narrow spiral steps down into the main stacks.
Keeping out of sight, Susan pursued the overheated couple. She saw them pause at one level and exchange a long, sexy kiss. The caress made hot shivers run up and down Susan's body. She wondered what it would be like to be kissed like that. Her experience with dating was limited to a few shy hand hugs and an awkward kiss or two. Les and Mona went on down to the third level.
When Susan saw them go back into one particularly dim-lit aisle, she chose the one on the other side. With only books separating them now she could hear what Les was saying.
"... it wouldn't take long, baby."
"Oh, Les, we can't do it here."
"Wouldn't it be a gas? Aw, come on, sweetheart."
"You horny bastard," Mona laughed.
Susan removed a book, taking the utmost caution not to make a sound. She removed another and knelt down and pressed her face close to the opening she'd created between the two aisles. What she saw made a tiny squirt of pee dampen her pantycrotch.
She was at the level of Mona's buttocks and Les had lifted the black-haired girl's skirt and was feeling her nylon-sheathed cunt. Mona was a short, full breasted girl with broad, curvy hips and large thighs. Compact was how Susan thought of her. Filled out. Mona had the kind of body that seemed built for long hours of fucking. At least that was the fantasy that played through Susan's mind now.
"God, baby, you're dripping wet."
"Mmmmm, if you keep playing with me like that I sure will be."
"Let me get these off," Les moaned, pulling at the elastic waistband of Mona' pink panties. Mona pretended to resist but Susan noticed that she was letting her boyfriend skim her underwear down off her ass cheeks. As the damp nylon came away from her mound there was a slick sound. Susan saw Mona's black cunthair then. It was all plastered up against her outer lips and as Les rubbed a finger up into the crevice, Mona pushed her bottom out sighed.
"Damn you. You know what gets me going."
"God, Mona, I hope we'll have time to play while we're on this damned field trip old Brewster has cooked up." Les curved his finger and it began to slip deeper into the black-haired beauty's hot cunt. Susan could almost feel it herself. Les pulled back some and penetrated her again. By now his knuckles were glistening with Mona's juices.
"Did you hear about Susan McKim coming along?" Mona asked.
"I'll bet old Brewster would sure like to stick it to her," Les added, his fingers working faster against Mona's juicy cunt. The two of them moaned. Susan heard Mona gasp something.
"You're awful to say that ... " And then the couple had forgotten about Dr. Brewster and Susan and everything except what they were doing to each other.
"Suck it a little," Les begged. He had unzipped his pants and Mona was trying to get his cock free of his underwear. Susan felt faint. She knew that neither of them knew she was watching, watching from less than a yard away. She was ashamed to be spying on such an intimate moment. But the urge to know more about sex was far too strong for her to resist. Just to get another look at Les' cock was worth the risk of discovery. And there it was, bobbing heavily from the gaping opening in his pants. Mona's short fingers worked the skin up and down the shaft and Susan realized that Les was uncircumcised. His foreskin made a wet sound as it rubbed across his glans. Then Mona pulled the skin back to expose the glistening, blood-darkened barb. Susan bit her lip. It was a beautiful thing! Strange and a little scary but beautiful.
"Well?" Les whispered.
"Well what?" Mona giggled back.
"Come on, woman," he growled. "You know what I like."
"You really are a sex maniac," she scolded. But Susan saw her dropping down. For a moment Susan was frightened that with Mona's face at the same level of the opening between the bookshelves, she might be discovered. But by moving a little to the side, she realized she would be out of Mona's line of sight. She would be able to see what the sexy young woman was going to do to her boyfriend. What she saw made her squirt another droplet of pee into her underwear.
Mona's finger and thumb held Les' foreskin back in a delicate way, exposing the tender head completely. With the tip of her tongue she began to trace the flared edge, following the curve around the top and then underneath where two, plump lobes bulged out. Les trembled and breathed funny while she did this. She did it again, slower. Les grabbed onto the shelf and his legs shook. Susan felt dizzy as she watched this intensely erotic scene. Added to the pee her nervous little cunt had squirted was a sudden flood of juice. She felt sticky and sloppy down there and the musky scent of her aroused state rose from the crotch of her jeans.
"Uhhhh," Les moaned.
"Like that?"
"God damn, right ... "
"You're lucky I'm not a complete libber," Mona teased.
"Don't libbers like to suck cock?" Les managed to say.
"Probably," was Mona's answer. "But they wouldn't admit it."
Susan watched Mona's tongue flick out again. This time she curled the tip upwards and slid it along the tube that ran the length of Les' cock. Mona followed it back to where his ballsack hung down and back to the tip again. Now her full lips formed an O and she pushed them forward over her man's erection. There was another wet sound as Susan watched that swollen glans disappear, watched another three inches of shaft disappear too.
"God in heaven," she said under her breath. She'd never so much as imagined anything so sexy as this! Though she'd heard vague references to cock-sucking the reality of it was something else again.
"Uhhh, yeah, baby, yeah."
"Uhhmmmmm," cooed Mona, her lips suckling noisily around Les' hard penis. She took more of him. Her bottom lip was almost to where his balls hung down. Susan could hardly believe that thing was fitting inside the girl's mouth. She watched Mona swallow convulsively, gulping like there was something caught in her throat. Susan realized that she was trying to keep from gagging.
Saliva formed at the underside of Les' cockshaft and dripped down Mona's chin. He began to pump his hips and Mona caressed the backs of his thighs. Though he still had his pants on, Susan thought it was the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed. And her poor little cunt was soaking through her denims now.
"Come on, Les groaned, "I want to fuck you." Mona smiled up at him, chin wet with spit.
"Somebody might come."
"Yeah, I might."
"No, silly, I mean it's too complicated."
"Baby ... "
"Oh, Les, I know you want it so bad ... " Mona kissed the throbbing head of his cock. "But why don't you just let me suck you off?"
"Wow, that is tempting."
Somebody browsing through the books passed the aisle Susan was kneeling in and she pretended to be leafing through the volume she held. The student moved on. Les and Mona heard him too and for a moment busied themselves, or pretended to busy themselves, with books. Ascending footsteps told them that they were alone again.
Without further discussion, Mona slurped Les' big cock into her mouth again and began to suck ravenously on it. Susan watched breathlessly. The girl's lips fit tightly around her boyfriend's shaft as she slid forward and back, her black tresses swinging. Les clenched his fists at his sides and groaned. From the way the muscles moved under her chin, Susan could tell that Mona was using her tongue a lot. She was jacking the skin along Les' cockshaft too, pumping it rapidly when just his glans was inside her mouth. Les began to move his hips faster. His breathing was loud and uneven.
"Christ, Mona ... ohh, God damn, you're gonna get it pretty quick, darling ... "
Mona began to hum. A low, resonant hum that made Susan's blood throb in her ears. Though she had no idea that humming was part of sex, she- realized that the vibration would have an effect.
Les clung to the sides of Mona's head, pumping his hips slowly as she lapped hungrily against his bulging glans. It had to be bulging, Susan thought, even if she couldn't see it.
Suddenly, Les jerked. A short, choked growl escaped his lips. Mona's eyes widened and she pushed her wet clasping lips forward and back. She was still humming. The sound was low and even and unbroken except when she paused for another breath.
"I don't believe it," Susan breathed to herself, believing it more than she'd ever believed anything in her whole life. Les gasped again and now Mona's humming was broken repeatedly as she had to swallow. Susan tingled all over as she imagined that hot cum boiling Out of the tip of Les' erect cock. But she realized in the next instant that she had no idea what male semen looked like.
Mona went on humming, stopping to swallow, humming again. Les was having a hard time smothering his groans. And then Susan saw a white droplet of something slide down from the corner of Mona's mouth. The milky droplet dangled from her chin for a moment and then fell in a long stringy drip. Susan's heart fluttered in her chest. Her breasts felt so hot and heavy! So that was what it looked like! Kind of like snot!
"Ohhh, baby, you got me good ... "Les pulled in big lungsful of air as Mona slowed her sucking. She wasn't humming anymore now and Susan could hear the clicking, slick sounding swallows as she wolfed the seed down.
When Mona's lips came free of Les' cock, it was as glossy and swollen as ever. A droplet of the same stuff that Susan had seen on Mona's chin oozed from the tiny orifice at the tip.
"They ought to give you a Master's Degree in cocksucking," Les said with obvious affection. Mona seemed happy to hear the off-handed compliment. She cleaned the oozing sap from his glans with her tonguetip and tried to tuck his cock back in his pants. Susan could have told her it wasn't going to fit.
"I guess you'll have to walk out of here like that," Mona giggled, standing up. Les kissed her cummy mouth and got a finger under her dress again but she pushed his hand away.
"Maybe I'll take you up to my apartment and you can return the favor," she said. Wild images of Les rubbing his mouth against Mona's hot cunt raged through Susan's mind.
Somehow Les had stuffed his big prick back into his pants. Susan tried to keep from panting too hard. While the couple kissed again, she replaced the books into the gap from which she'd removed them. She waited until Mona and Les ambled back out of the stacks and up the winding stairs to the next level before she dared to stand up.
"I feel so dizzy and weak," she murmured, rocking her slim hips unconsciously, rubbing her tender young surfaces together. When she was able to walk again she headed out of the library and hurried on her way across campus towards her apartment. Susan knew what she was going to have to do. Though it had been less than two hours since she'd teased herself into a wonderful orgasm, she was going to have to do it again. Her pissy, juice-drenched panties rubbed uncomfortably against her mound. She began to jog now.
Hurrying up the steps she slammed into the apartment and past Sarah, her roommate, who hovered over a book strewn desk.
"Hi, Susy, what's up?"
"Nothing much." She closed the door to the bedroom, stripped herself naked and threw herself across the bed, a finger already gouging frantically at her young and feverish pubes.
Chapter Three
The following week went slowly. Susan was excited about the coming field trip to the mountains. There was a remote, New Mexican village at the end of a narrow road and after that it was all jeep trails and wilderness. Dr. Brewster had showed them all slides of the proposed expedition. They'd be there a month at the end of the spring term so Susan made a last effort to keep her grades high. She ended the year with solid A's and a letter of commendation from the dean of Dr. Brewster's department. Now all her energy was in readying herself for the coming adventure. But playing in the back of her mind was the erotic remembrance of that afternoon in the gloomy depths of the library.
Every time she saw Mona or Les she couldn't help but remember. Looking at Mona's pretty mouth reminded her of how nicely Les' big prick had fit between the girl's lips. Often, in the middle of the day, Susan had to find an empty stall in the girl's restroom and rub her hot little clit into a raging inferno. Then she'd come, panting, moaning, wondering how it must feel to have a man lick her there.
She thought of this because she was sure that Les licked Mona like that. She'd heard them talk about it. And the look in Mona's eyes seemed to say how satisfied she was. A vague frustration began to gnaw inside Susan. She shook it off, forcing herself to concentrate all the harder on the coming expedition to the ruins of Posita.
The morning of departure was a happy confusion of people and gear. Susan helped load supplies into Dr. Brewster's Land Rover and mark items off a checklist. Betty Brewster was in charge of foodstuffs while Mona and Les helped wherever they could. Susan had the feeling the Mrs. Brewster didn't approve of her coming along. And once when Dr. Brewster gave Susan a fatherly hug, she was certain that Betty had looked jealously at her. But they were off then and the uneasy feeling was lost in the excitement of actually being on the road.
It wasn't too much later that they were winding up past small villages and onto dirt roads that got progressively narrower and bumpier. The Land Rover was pretty full of people and supplies but Susan noticed that Les found room to feel Mona's tits when he thought no one was looking. Susan was looking however and once when her eyes had met Les' for an instant, she blushed and grinned. Les was a tall, blond guy with a perpetual tan and an easy manner. Susan couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him. She didn't dare let her imagination go farther than that. It was too incredible to think of what Les and Mona had done right there in the stacks of the library that day. Sometimes Susan wondered if she'd imagined the whole thing after all, knowing of course that she hadn't. Mona had sucked Les' cock, swallowed the cum and gone off with him to her apartment to have her pussy eaten. Susan trembled. For the rest of the trip she kept her eyes out the window while Mona squirmed on the seat beside her. She was squirming because Les had his hand under her shirt.
At the campsite, Susan quickly realized that there was a lot more to an expedition than the glory of finding some fantastic artifact. There were large tents to put up, wood to cut, all sorts of chores. And when they were done with all the necessary basics, Dr. Brewster elected Les and Susan to climb a nearby mesa. They were to put up a radio antenna so the doctor could contact the school during the time they'd be away.
It was a hard, hot climb and when Susan stopped for the third time, Les came up and handed her his canteen.
"Guess my legs aren't used to this," she smiled, swigging water.
"They're damned nice legs just the same," Les grinned back. Susan had on a pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt and her arms and thighs had already begun to get pink from the sun.
"When we get to the top of the ridge," Les added, "I'll put some lotion on you."
"I'm okay, really."
"We don't want to see those pretty legs fried, do we?"
Susan blushed as Les turned his charms on full strength. It made her tingle all over to be admired by a good-looking guy. He had to be at least twenty-three! She drank more water, knowing that Les was observing her every move. It occurred to her that her body build was totally different than Mona's. Maybe Les was intrigued by her willowy limbs and the flat lines of her belly where her t-shirt hiked up.
When at last they made the top of the mesa, Les tossed his pack down and spread a poncho for them to sit on. The wind was blowing and the view was terrific. Susan was really beginning to enjoy herself at last.
"Just lie back, and let me rub this in," Les told her.
"I can put it on myself just as easily ..."
"Let me be the doctor. You've got the beginning of a bad burn there."
With a sigh Susan rested on her back while Les squeezed the lotion into his palm and began to smooth it across her thighs. She knew that he would never have dared to do this in front of Mona. And Susan felt a little guilty for going along with his little game. But it did feel good. Too good. Her cunt ached as his fingers smoothed higher.
"I suppose that's good enough," she breathed, fighting to keep her voice from trembling.
"No, I'd better rub a little up under your shorts." Before she could say anything more, Les was pushing a lotion-greased finger up under the frayed denim. She gasped as the pressure against her mound told her he was actually touching her pantycrotch.
"Lest"
"Easy, honey, you're all tensed up."
"Lest I think that's enough ... "
"Not nearly enough," he said, his voice strange. His finger petted down over her mound and Susan sat. up, her hands clutching at the blond boy's wrist. She had under-estimated his strength. With a quick lunge, he caught both her thin wrists in one big hand and pushed her arms over her head. She was pinned back like that, squirming and whimpering as she felt the front of her jean shorts being opened. Then Les was jerking them down. It seemed that her struggles only helped him get the tight-fitting things down off her bottom.
"Les! What do you think you're doing?"
"I've been looking at you ever since we started getting ready this morning," he growled. "I've been wondering what you've got between those fantastic long legs ... "
"NO! Stop!" Susan tried to kick but her shorts tangled around her knees, constricting her movements. The next thing she felt was Les' mouth against her tummy. He kissed her navel deeply, tonguing it, sucking at it until the throbbing pleasure seemed to be drowning her. Her struggling was weaker now. She knew she was wasting her energy to try and free her wrists. It was as if they were locked in a vise, held over her head. Then Les kissed her on the mouth.
Her mind did flip-flops as she felt his hot, wet mouth, felt his tongue digging between her teeth. Gasping, moaning, Susan gave in to the kiss. Les sucked her tongue, sucked it hard! Then he was nibbling on her lower lip as his free hand worked at skimming her panties down.
Susan flopped weakly under the young man's attack. He was a strong, blond giant and he knew how to use his weight to keep her where he wanted her.
"Ohhh, ohhh, stop!" She writhed her hips as if to keep her underwear from being peeled away. But as her mouth was exposed, as she felt the clinging nylon slip from between her plump labia, Susan blushed and pinched her eyes tight. It was awful! Les had turned into some kind of beast!
"Oh, Christ," he murmured, staring at her naked pubes. "Oh, Christ, that's the most beautiful little cunt I've ever seen."
What Les said had a strange effect on Susan. She was shocked of course. And being pressed down against the poncho while some guy stripped off her underwear had frightened her past reason. But seeing the adoring look on the handsome boy's face, hearing his voice go soft like that as he described her femininity made her heart jump. A hot rush of pleasure burned up the insides of her thighs and throbbed powerfully between her feverish lips.
"Please, Les, you can't do this ... you just can't!"
"But I am. And you're gonna like it."
"What are you going to d-d-do?"
Les looked straight into her eyes. "I'm going to eat your lovely little pussy."
"No!" she cried, writhing furiously. "Oh, help me, somebody! Dr. Brewster!" It was silly to think that her cries might be heard back at camp. The mesa was so far off and the wind seemed to blow her whimpering protestations away like dry leaves. Les touched her adolescent mound tenderly, his fingers tracing the soft curve and the damp brown curls that clung up against her slickened flesh.
"Like a beautiful flower," he murmured, obviously lost in his adoration. His eyes had a far off, dreamy look. Susan squirmed her hips but Les was lying across one thigh and he grabbed her ankle now and pulled it upwards. She had to bend that knee and as her thigh opened out, she felt her mound bloom with a sticky, wet sound. She blushed again, knowing that for the first time in her life a male was looking into the glistening, heated folds of her virgin pussy. The expression on Les' face made her tremble.
"Eatin' stuff, for sure," he smiled, wetting his lips. Susan jerked her hands and bucked her ass in one last effort to make him leave her alone. But she couldn't straighten her right leg, couldn't close her thighs, close her labia. She felt a trickle of juice leaking down the crack of her ass. Les saw it too and she gasped as he put his face down. A hot tongue scooped up the drip and smeared it back up across her velvety-wet vulva. For an instant, Susan stopped squirming and her whole body shivered. Les licked again, his tongue tip sliding a little deeper into her crevice.
"Nhhhaaahhhh," she babbled, head flopping weakly froth 'side to side. Les licked her again, again, again. Susan brought her ass cheeks off the poncho and let them down again. She had never felt anything quite so sexy. She'd never experienced that kind of touch! The sensation was keenly erotic. The heat and wetness of Les' tongue seemed r to glide like a magic muscle into the heated folds. He touched tender hollows and caressed the wing-like hood of her cut. The hot bead inside swelled suddenly, surging with electric excitement.
"Ohhhh, no! Ohhhh, don't Les, don't!"
But Les knew exactly what that pink nub was. He wallowed his lips against it, smearing hot spit around over the tingling surface. Susan's cut bulged suddenly and pushed more of its beaded head up to be licked. Les pursed his mouth tightly around it and brushed the tip of his tongue back and forth.
Susan couldn't even breathe now. Her ass lurched weakly as Les continued to suckle her young cut. Throbbing, carnal thrills jolted through her belly. Her breasts pushed up against her t-shirt, the small pink nipples beginning to thicken and grow more sensitive.
"Whhuuuhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, god! Ohhh, Les, please ... please ... " What was she saying? Was she really even wanting him to stop anymore? Though she continued to try and free her wrists from his strong grasp, Susan had to confess that the young man's mouth was thrilling her past all reason. Cunnilingus! She'd played with the word before, letting it rattle in the back of her mouth. But she thought it was for women much more sophisticated than herself. Women like Mona.
"God, baby, you smell fantastic!" Les wallowed his mouth harder against her spongy mound, forcing her slit wider, forcing her tumid inner lips to throb with blood. His tongue never stopped. It petted her gently, poked her hungrily. Then he would let it tease along the edges of her vulva until Susan was squirming her slim hips frantically for him to lick her hard again.
Yes, she actually wanted it now! How could she not want it? With thrills like that shooting through her immature body, she could only want it to go on forever. When Les held his tongue stiff against her slit she even pumped her mound up and down against it, ashamed of her lust but incapable of controlling it.
"Nhhhuuhhh, oh, Les, this is awful! Why did you do it to me?"
"Because you've been watching me fool with Mona and I knew you were curious."
"No! I just ..."
"I'm going to let go of your hands now but I want you to be a good girl." He gave a soft laugh. "Because you're not getting off this mountain until I've made a meal of you, pretty girl."
"Oh, Les!" She felt him untying her boots, slipping them off.
"That's it, don't fight me. Now let's get this other leg up ... easy, honey, easy." Les let his weight off her trapped thigh and bent both her legs back. With her knees almost touching her breasts, Susan reddened and lowered her eyes from Les' hot look. She knew that the position revealed her secrets completely, made her plump young cunt spread its juicy flesh for Les to gaze upon. Susan put her long hands against her tummy. She was panting hard as the juice dripped steadily down the crack of her-ass.
Les didn't waste any time getting back to business. He gently kissed her swollen vulva, wetting the slick folds and hollows until once again Susan was lurching uncontrollably on the thin poncho. Her panties dangled around one ankle. She'd lost one sock and the other was halfway off. Les pushed against her knees, keeping them back, keeping them apart so he could nuzzle between her slender, sunburned thighs. The juicy sound of him feasting on her firm, wet pussy was enough to make Susan clutch her breasts.
How could she be so blatantly wicked? This was supposed to be a scientific expedition and here she was with one of the members of the team, allowing him intimacies she'd allowed no man! What made it worse was that Les already had a girl. She tried to feel miserable. Les' mouth wouldn't let her.
"It's the first time in my life I've ever eaten a virgin," he said with reverence.
"Les ... you make me feel so strange."
"Just take a deep breath because I'm going in deeper!"
"No! No, Les ... Les!"
The rub of his tongue intensified. With both hands free, he could hold her outer lips wider, stretching her folds to reveal the clump of flesh that was her hymen. He pressed in with the point of his tongue until Susan felt a tingle begin. It was a thrill she'd never experienced before. She realized that the tender muscles that surrounded her vagina were being-caressed. They began to open and close behind the thin membrane which kept her hot insides unsullied.
Again her hips were lurching, squirming in urgent circles. She clutched the sides of Les' head as if to push him back. But her muscles wouldn't respond. She only shoved weakly at him and then her long fingers slipped down his cheeks as she touched the juicy spot where he was sucking the plump flesh of her pussy.
To feel his tongue with her fingertips was an added pleasure. Les seemed to like the idea of her touching near the place he was eating her. He licked between her fingers occasionally, even teasing her palm with his tonguetip.
"Uhhhhhh," Susan groaned. Her vulva was all pumped up like a tender inner tube. Her juices were flowing freely. The slurpy sounds told her the blond boy was drinking the hot fluids as he licked her deeper and more rhythmically.
"My clit," she gasped, surprised that she'd actually spoken the word. "Ohhh, it feels so weird."
"Mmmmmm," was all Les said. He had the stiff nub between his teeth, nibbling it gently as he flicked it with his tongue. Groaning louder, Susan began to pump her hips up and down, rubbing her overheated slit against his hungry mouth. The itchy tingle felt more intense than she'd ever experienced before. Self-pleasure was nice but nothing like this! She wondered if she would be able to take it. The surging pleasure went through every muscle, every nerve of her body. She gasped loudly, her nails digging into the nape of Les' neck.
"Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, unable to keep quiet now. "Ohhhh, God! Ohhhh, Les!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah!"
The sucking sound grew louder as he wallowed his mouth furiously against her convulsing mound. She was open, knees drawn up, thigh shoved apart expose everything to the young man's feasting mouth. Her belly fluttered as she squirmed like a snake on the poncho. She'd grown so juicy she couldn't believe it. The musky scent of her aroused state wafted to her nostrils before being blown away by the hot wind.
"Muuhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhh, I'm going out of my mind!"
" ... beautiful little cunt ... " Les murmured, licking her, sucking her, eating her with gentle, nibbling excitement.
Susan knew he could see her rectum too, he could see all of her! She didn't care. She was going to come. She was going to lose her mind it was so good. Her heart jumped as the throes became more intense. Her cut felt like it was burning! Oh why didn't it happen before she expired from the pleasure that made her writhe and twitch?
"Help! Les ... ohhhhh, God, I'm gonna, gonna ... ohhh, I'm gonna do it ... ohhhhhh, now!"
The rubbing friction of Les' hot mouth against her consumed her now. It was the softest, loveliest thing she'd ever experienced! Her cut exploded, sending jolts of pure pleasure up and down her body. The itchy throbbing of her cunt made her bite blood from her lip. She wasn't just a shy, young coed anymore. For the moment she was a kicking, screaming, writhing nymph, her feverish cunt pressed tightly against a young male's mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, God in heaven! Nhhhuuuhhhh!"
Flopping wildly, Susan kept rubbing her twat hard against Les' lips and teeth and tongue. He licked back excitedly, his fingers digging into the soft swells of her ass cheeks as he seemed to hold that smoldering juice-drenched flesh up so he could devour it.
Susan had lost all shame. She could think only of the pleasure. She rubbed and bucked and screamed, her cries shuddering against the hot wind that came over the edge of the mesa. The tantalizing ecstasy took her up, up so high that for an instant she lost' all contact with reality. There was just her cunt and Les' mouth. She had become her cunt! She was being eaten, licked, stroked erotically to the wild fever of the most excruciating ecstasy ever. And then the knife edge had been passed over and she was on earth again, panting for breath as Les softened his caresses. At last he was only kissing the raw, swollen folds, murmuring how beautiful he thought she was.
"Uhhhhh," Susan breathed, blinking in the -bright sun. Les was on his knees, gazing down at her still-throbbing cunt. She blinked again and pushed herself up weakly on her elbows. She closed her thighs and swung them to the side but Les just looked at her swollen cunt from behind then.
"Like what I did?"
Susan looked away. How could he ask such a question? Of course she liked it. But now that it was over she felt just terrible!
Susan was relieved when Les got out a pair of binoculars and started to scan the terrain below them. She managed to find her lost sock, pull up her panties and shorts. When she'd finished lacing her boots she still didn't know what to say. She was in a mild state of shock. She'd just had her pussy eaten by this guy she hardly knew. She couldn't understand what had happened to her. But the silence was worse than anything.
"What you looking at?" she said, attempting some sort of normal conversation.
"I just saw Dr. Brewster give Mona a feel. Now he's taking her in his tent."
"You're kidding."
"Like hell I am. Nate has had his eye on Mona for along time. You don't think he organizes these field trips just to discover some ruin or a bunch of busted pottery, do you?"
"But ... surely ... "Susan let out her breath. She hadn't been behaving very much like a archeologist herself. She managed to stand up. "What about Dr. Brewster's wife? Isn't she down there too?"
"Naw, he sent her off on some damn fool chore." Les moved the glasses a little. "There she is, scouting a stream to see if we're going to be able to have fresh water."
"You are kidding me about all this, aren't you Les?" Susan came up beside him. It excited her to see his muscled arms. And the still damp smear of her own cunt juice on his cheeks excited her even more. Was she starting to get a crush on him already? No! She shook the emotion off as Les handed her the binoculars.
"I don't see anything."
"That's because Mona is inside that big blue tent with the good doctor. He's probably got her panties off by now. They figure they can pull off a quickie before Betty Brewster returns."
"That's an awful thing to assume," Susan said, frowning. "They're probably just going through the equipment."
Les thought this comment was hilarious. "Yeah, Nate Brewster is going through Mona's equipment very thoroughly."
"Here," Susan handed the glasses back. "I don't want to look anymore. Even if it was true what you said, how can you be so nonchalant about it?"
Les gave her a hot look. "Because I've found a new interest."
Susan felt suddenly very proper and pristine now that she'd pulled herself back together. She looked down her short nose at the handsome blond boy.
"Let me remind you that my father is a personal friend of Nate Brewster. And I'm only seventeen years old. Besides, I'm a virgin, and I intend to remain ... "
Les pulled her into his arms and kissed her mouth hard. She could smell her own musky juice as his tongue probed between her teeth. She could feel his chest mashing her small breasts too. And she felt the throbbing firmness of his erection as he pressed it against her thigh.
"Please, let me go," she gasped when the kiss had ended.
"Not quite yet," Les sighed. He had backed her against a big tree and as her ass cheeks were pressed into the rough bark, she realized that his cock was sticking straight up inside his pants. She could feel the ridge of it and the swollen head. Les rubbed himself up against her, pumping his hips.
Even though they were both clothed, Susan saw how excited the boy was becoming. He kissed her again, pressing harder against her tummy with his up-jutting prick. When he began to groan deeper in his throat she looked down. Les had sucked in his belly so that there was a gaping space between his belt and his body. Down in that opening she could see the head of his prick looking up at her with its one eye. Les kept pumping, dry hunching her rapidly now. Susan gave a little cry as she saw the white seed boil up suddenly from out of his penis. One spurt rose up to wet the edge of his t-shirt. She heard the slurpy sound of his cock sliding in its own mess as Les continued to dry fuck her against the tree trunk. His tongue went into her mouth as the cum surged. Then a shudder went through his shoulders and he backed away. She could smell the sharp aroma of the seed Les had spilled. Susan experienced a giddy, pleasurable glow. Just knowing that she'd excited a guy enough for him to come in his jeans was something else! But she reminded herself quickly of her position.
"You're blushing again," Les said. "Just when I think I've got you loosened up you get scared again.
"I didn't come up on this expedition to fool around with you in the woods." Susan glared angrily at him. "And I don't appreciate what you've been implying about Dr. Brewster." Susan almost blurted out what she'd overheard Les say to Mona that day in the library. And how Nate Brewster would probably like to slip it to Susan. But she didn't want to reveal the fact that she'd been spying on them.
"Okay, okay," Les laughed, putting out his hands. "Cool down, baby, it's going to be a long three weeks."
"Don't you think we'd better get busy setting up the radio?" she snapped. "That's what Dr. Brewster sent us up here for. Or didn't you remember?"
When Les went off behind at a tree, Susan knew he was taking down his pants. She saw him pull out a handkerchief. She had an urge to look but quickly squelched it. She was feeling awful about what had occurred and she was angry with herself for feeling the least bit interested in a boy's cummy cock.
"I don't see what I've been curious about all these years," she said to herself. "It's really pretty animalistic. I hate sex!" But even as the words were on her tongue, Susan knew she was lying. The quivering climax Les had caused was etched vividly in her memory. His kisses, his hands touching her body. She wondered if she'd ever be sane again.
It didn't take them long to fix the antenna. Les hooked up the radio, made a test call to the university and exchanged frequencies with the station there. Then he covered the equipment with a tarp, put rocks around the edge and offered Susan another drink from the canteen. She refused to meet his eyes. She was still trembling from the assault and she was trying to work up some anger over what had happened. It had been the next thing to actual rape.
"Hey, don't look so hurt," Les said. "That sweet little cunt of yours needed what I gave it."
"I think I could learn to despise you," Susan hissed. "You act like you're God's gift to women. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I didn't want ... "
"It occurred to me," Les laughed. "But I figured I was wrong so I forgot about it."
All the way down the hill Susan kept her mouth shut.
Chapter Four
That night a roaring fire was built and after Dr. Brewster had cooked steaks for everyone, he broke out a bottle of expensive cognac. Susan had been trying hard to act normal since returning from the mesa with Les. And she noticed that Mona seemed to be trying just as hard. Had Les been right about her going into Nate Brewster's tent for sex, Susan wondered?
The cognac made her feel better. She ignored the looks Les kept giving her, looks designed to remind her of what he'd done to her cunt up there on that mesa. But she couldn't drive the memory out of her mind even no matter what she did. The squishy, slurpy feel of his tongue against her young cunt was burned into her brain.
Nate Brewster was in a good mood. The camp was secure now and tomorrow they'd set off down slope to see if they could find traces of a walled village that had shown up on aerial photos. The cognac bottle went around again and Susan filled her glass halfway. She was surprised at how quickly the stuff caught up with her. But the more she drank the less tense she felt about the things Les had done to her.
When it was time for sleep, Susan found that she'd be sharing a tent with Mona. Les would be sacking out in a smaller tent some distance from the others. Dr. Brewster of course would be sharing a separate tent with his wife.
As they undressed, Susan felt the uncomfortable silence between her and Mona. They really weren't very well acquainted and were so different in lots of a ways. When Susan saw how full and plush the black-haired girl's breasts were, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Yet when she skimmed off her own t-shirt, she noticed that Mona was giving her an admiring look.
"What I'd give for a pair of beautiful little tits like you've got," Mona said.
"I was thinking the same thing about yours," Susan confessed, her eyes darting shyly downwards.
They got into separate sleeping bags and Mona turned out the light. Susan noticed that her tent mate chose to sleep in the nude. Susan had on panties and t-shirt. For a while neither of them said anything.
"I have a feeling that there's gonna be more fucking than finding on this expedition," Mona said with a laugh.
"I beg your pardon?" Susan gasped, hardly believing what her ears had heard.
"Oh, don't act so innocent, Susan. Haven't you heard the rumors about Dr. Brewster?"
"What rumors?" Susan pulled the sleeping bag tighter around her.
"I know for a fact that he's deflowered two virgins on so-called field trips. Both of them were students too."
Susan swallowed hard. Her skin was glowing all over. She tried to imagine Nate Brewster leering at her but it just didn't fit somehow. V "Yeah, I know what you're thinking," Mona went on. "You're thinking of what a gentleman he is, and all that crap."
"I guess I was."
"I'll admit he's pretty cool about how he goes after the females. He can talk you out of your panties so easy you don't remember how it happened." Mona sighed.
Susan had the eerie feeling she was listening to someone who'd had experience with what she was talking about. Her cunt had begun to tingle and she rolled over on her tummy and pressed down against the rubber mattress under her sleeping bag.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Oh, honey, am I ever." Mona sighed again, louder.
No, Susan thought, Mona was just trying to impress her. And though Les had made her believe that Mona had been doing naughty things in Dr. Brewster's tent, Susan hadn't really seen anything. After all these years of knowing Dr. Brewster she wasn't going to start suspecting him just because Mona hinted that he had a thing for his young, female students.
For awhile neither of them said anything. Then Mona sighed again and Susan heard her squirming around in her sleeping bag.
"God, am I horny. Dr. Brewster always insists that everything is on the up and up when he goes on a field trip." Mona chuckled. "At least on the surface."
"What do you mean?"
"He knows that Les and I sleep together when we're on campus. But here he puts you in the tent with me and makes Les sleep out."
"Oh." Susan was remembering again how Le had forced her to let him lick her cunt up there auf the mesa. It made her tremble all over to think of it. Now she was imagining Mona getting her cunt eaten out too. Or getting fucked. She frowned and pinched her eyes closed. Why couldn't she think of something besides sex?
"This sleeping bag's too hot," Mona said. "Hell, I can't sleep anyway. I think I'll go take a pee in the woods."
Susan was restless too. When Mona had found her tennis shoes and gone out, Susan threw her own bag open and let out a big sigh. She was thirsty and remembered leaving her canteen over by Dr. Brewster's tent. It was too much trouble to put on her clothes and it was a warm night anyhow. She went on tiptoes across the sandy ground and was just about to pick up her canteen when she heard a sound from inside her teacher's tent.
"I've been watching the way Mona looks at you," Betty Brewster said.
"Silly girl isn't she?" her husband replied. "She was acting a little starry-eyed this afternoon while I was sorting out some maps. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but, of course, I had to remind her that I've already got a lovely and very sexy wife."
"Oh, Nate, I don't know why I ever doubt you."
In the glow from a candle, Susan saw shadows shift inside the tent. There was a flap up at one side and though she knew she should be getting back to her tent, she had an insatiable desire to peek.
"Uhhhh, Nate ... ohhhh, God, it's so big!"
That did it. Susan crept up to the open flap, got down on her knees and put her eyes close. She almost let out a gasp of surprise and excitement when she saw the size of Nate Brewster's cock. He was on his back on a foam mattress on the floor. He was naked from the waist down. And kneeling between his legs was his wife Betty, her long hair hanging loose, her breasts hanging heavy on her chest. She seemed more exotic than usual to Susan, not just the professor's wife. Then Susan saw what the shapely woman had been groaning about.
She leaned forward and let her cunt slide across the swollen tip of her husband's cock. Nate wasn't circumcised so this movement had the effect of forcing his skin back to expose part of the glans. It was that small dome of glistening flesh that slipped through Betty Brewster's hot pussy. She paused to wiggle her cut against him and then sat back on her thighs again.
"Let me put on the cock ring," she whispered, her eyes shining with excitement. Susan saw a woman who was very much in love with her husband. And as far as she could tell Nate Brewster returned her feelings. Now Susan really felt like a Peeping Tom. She was about to move away from the small flap in the tent, ashamed of watching a married couple in their most intimate moment. But when Betty Brewster held up the rubber ring an began to push it down over her husband's big cock Susan just couldn't leave.
The ring seemed to constrict Nate's shaft. When Betty had slid it down around the base of his penis, his glans seemed to swell bigger under its tight sheath of white skin. Susan's eyes got bigger as she saw the glistening blue head emerge slowly from the clasping foreskin. Betty helped by using her thumb and forefinger in an almost dainty way to force the protective covering back.
"How beautiful," Susan breathed and was immediately ashamed. What was so beautiful about a man's prick? It was really kind of weird looking, wasn't it? All blue and bulging and shiny with juice. She remembered seeing Les' cock bubbling cum trapped in his pants, the cum bubbling out. It certainly seemed like a messy way of going about sex. But as she continued to gaze at the throbbing, jerking rod of stiff, hot meat, the word beautiful occurred to her again.
Betty Brewer seemed to think of her husband's penis in the same way. She caressed the length of it gently as if she were holding some priceless artifact. Then she lowered her lips and let them curve around the tender knob until Nate Brewster groaned and twisted his hips around.
"Like that?" Betty teased.
"I like that," Nate laughed. He seemed so youthful to Susan. Even the grey in his beard just made him look distinguished and the muscles rippling in his chest witnessed the fine shape he was in. He had the build of an athlete, rather than that of an office-bound college professor. Susan could understand how stories got started about him. It wasn't his fault that girls flipped and made fools of themselves. When Nate politely turned them off they got vindictive and started wild tales. Sure, that was it.
"I want that thing inside me," Betty Brewster moaned, pressing her body against her husband's chest. Her big breasts swept sexily across his body. Susan hoped that someday her own small tits would become as large as Betty's. When Nate pulled one up and sucked the nipple into his mouth, Susan felt her cunt go wet.
Though the glow from the candle wasn't very bright, it was placed so that it illuminated Betty's mound as she nestled it down against the partly exposed glans of her husband's prick. She stretched the foreskin the rest of the way back with her fingers now, the flared crown completely exposed to her dripping, feverish slit. Susan was panting hard as she watched that rounded barb sink up into the descending folds. Betty lowered herself another inch and then pumped her hips.
"Uhhhhh, Nate! I never get tired of feeling that thing forcing inside me!"
Susan was trembling all over. She'd heard of the word fuck. It meant the penetration of a woman's cunt by a male cock. But she'd never been able to imagine how it would really be. Now she was seeping it take place a few feet from her hungry eyes. And it was more incredible than the most erotic of her daydreams.
It was the way Nate Brewster's cocktip forced Betty's cuntlips out. It was the way that thick, hot head plowed up into the velvety lining inside the redheaded woman's mound. Susan couldn't help but imagine having her own young cunt plowed like that. Not by Nate of course! But when she tried, she could think of his cock as attached to someone else. Like maybe Les. A little erotic fantasy wasn't going to hurt anyone, was it?
"Oh, yeah," Nate groaned, hugging his wife, pumping his hips up from the sponge mattress. There was a wet sound as his pricktip went into her hole another inch. Betty writhed above him. Susan saw a trickle of juice slide down the inside of her thigh. She was still on her knees, her arms bracing her the weight of her body as she pumped more excitedly against the probing stiffness of her husband's quivering erection.
Susan couldn't take her eyes off that thing. When Betty rose up a little and the head came clear of her clasping inner lips, Susan could see the juice shining half-way down the shaft. Then that dusky blue head was gone again, making a squishy noise as it sank into Betty's slippery hole. Trying to imagine how that must feel, Susan watched the woman's expression closely.
Betty's lips were peeled back from her teeth, her eyes tightly closed. She shivered as she wallowed her curvy hips from side to side. Her tonguetip pushed out from between her teeth and she bit down on it as more of her husband's stiff cock penetrated her body.
"It must feel very strange," Susan gasped under her breath. The vivid memory of Les' mouth against her own young cunt came back to haunt her. "Why did I ever let him do that?" she whined. But she hadn't let him. He'd forced her to submit. And didn't that free her of all guilt? Maybe. But it didn't erase the memory. And as she watched Betty Brewster pant hungrily as she skewered herself on her husband's cock, Susan moved her own slim hips, rubbing the inner surfaces one against the other.
"Nhhuuhhh," she moaned, watching more of Nate Brewster's cock slide up into his wife's pussy. The wet, fuck sound was growing louder and more intense as the red-headed woman lurched around. It seemed so strange to see her stabbed on the end of that rigid shaft of flesh. Then she moaned louder and fell forward on her husband's chest. Her legs slid back straight and she got them inside Nate's. Now she was kissing his face and pumping her plush bottom up and down rapidly. Susan knew that Nate's huge prick was imbedded all the way into Betty's hot pussy. Her ass rose and fell, her big tits flattened against her husband's chest And all the while, Nate lay there without moving He had a satisfied look on his face.
Susan was dying to touch her overheated cunt. But she felt that doing that would only weaken her resolve to keep control of her emotions. Why did she get so swollen up and damp just by watching two people go at it?
"Honey," Betty groaned, her hips thrusting and dancing. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come!"
Susan tingled upon hearing that word. It had felt so nice to come with Les' mouth tight against her firm, young quim. But to be watching Nate's wife convulsing and whimpering was almost as titillating! It was as if the red-headed woman were having some sort of fit. Susan understood. She'd had a kind of fit herself when Les had rubbed his tongue and teeth against her dripping crevice. When he'd licked her clit.
" ... Yesss! Ohhhhh, God, yesssss!"
Betty's ass jerked sharply as she drove down against her husband's pubic bone. The slippery, slurpy sounds were very loud now and a musky aroma drifted out the flap in the tent. That smell aroused Susan more than ever. She knew that her own young cunt had a similar perfume, a perfume she'd smelled that very afternoon on the mesa when Les had gotten her hot as a firecracker.
"Nhhhuuhhh," Betty cried, rubbing her pussy down hard against Nate. The flesh of her cheeks trembled as the spasms went through her. Susan knew the spasms were going through her because she arched her back sharply and her big tits lifted off her husband's chest. Now he was pumping too, driving his cock up and into his wife's clasping pussy. The sound of the juicy fucking made Susan groan and slide a finger down under her mound. Unable to keep from touching she pressed the slickened nylon in between her labia and rubbed around until her cut sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
But already Betty's wild squirming had calmed down somewhat. Now she was just pumping gently, her face more relaxed. It was that same afterglow Susan had experienced after masturbation. And the same happy tiredness she'd felt after Les had eaten her pussy. Her finger petted the wet nylon that clung to her swollen lips. She had a terrible urge to slip under her pantycrotch and torment her poor little clit but somehow she kept from giving in.
Now Betty was sliding her cunt off her husband's big penis. Again Susan was surprised at the size of that thing. It was at least eight inches long. No, it was longer than that. And the head! It was- bigger than before it had disappeared into Betty's cunt!
"Want me to thump you off?" Betty whispered, holding the jerking shaft in both hands as she slid her body down. Nate nodded and Susan watched as Betty began to use her tongue in a curious and exciting way.
With Nate's glans very close to her mouth, Betty slipped her tongue under the head and hit it upward against the plump lobes that swelled from the underside. Nate panted and moaned and squirmed on the foam mattress as this titillation went on. Each slap of Betty Brewster's tongue against Nate's cocktip made it swell. Its color darkened and the rubber ring at the base of his shaft cut deeper into his flesh.
By now Susan wanted to strip off her panties and masturbate herself wildly. But she bit her lip and continued to keep from flipping out. This was only the second time in her life she'd observed two people engaged in the intimacies of sex. It was as much of an education as when Les had actually performed on her.
"God," Susan breathed, "it's getting even bigger!" And it was. The head looked far too large to be covered by Nate's foreskin now. The flesh was wrinkled behind the flared knob like a collar and Betty's fingers rubbed her husband there as she continued to thump the underside of his glans with the flat of her tongue.
When the first jet of white cream spilled onto Betty's tongue, Susan almost gave a squeal of excited surprise. Her finger had eased around the edge of her pantycrotch too, diving up into her mushy, feverish cunt. She rubbed back and forth 'as she watched Betty swallow. Strings of white leaked from the corners of her mouth as the flood 'of semen overflowed. Nate was groaning loudly as he lay on his back on the mattress. Betty hovered over him, her hands keeping his cock sticking straight up as she petted his erection with her tongue and now her lips. Suckling tightly around the exploding tip, she nursed and pulled at the hot gism. It reminded Susan of how Mona had done it to Les that day in the library. But it made her shudder to think of that slimy stuff in her mouth.
"How could anybody ever do that?" she breathed, finger wetter and deeper in the plump clasp of her cunt.
Now she could see Dr. Brewster's bails as he opened his legs more. They were large and heavy hanging. Susan felt a thrill go through her breasts as she thought of how those things must feel. Even though Les had done those awful things to her up on the mesa, she couldn't help but be curious about how a man's body looked close up. She wondered with a kind of scientific curiosity how heavy those eggs were and if it felt good to a male to have them squeezed like Betty Brewster was squeezing now.
"Give me all of it," she smiled, her lips glossy with the hot cum that had spurted from her husband's penis. Susan stared with amazement as another glop of the creamy stuff oozed from the tiny orifice at the very tip of Nate Brewster's hardon.
"It's still hard," Susan whispered under her breath. She'd read enough to know that after ejaculation, a man lost his erection fairly quickly. Suddenly, she knew why Betty had slid that rubber cockring down around her husband's shaft. Somehow that thing was keeping Nate's prick full of blood. It looked as tumid as ever.
But it still surprised her when Betty rolled onto her back, spread her thighs and made animal sounds in her throat. Susan knew what the woman wanted. And Nate was going to give it to her. He rolled over and holding his cock with one hand, gouged his wife's lips apart with his glans. With powerful thrusts he stabbed her to the hilt and Betty sighed and wrapped her legs around his back in a tight scissor hold.
The two of them fucked furiously. It seemed that Nate was trying to suck his wife's breath away with his mouth and his big hands probed and squeezed her soft ass as he humped her. Susan could stand to watch no longer.
She limped away from the tent, forgetting all about the canteen she'd originally come to get. Her head was spinning and her nipples were hard little nubs under her t-shirt. Though she was trying to retain a certain morality in her life, it was hard not to be influenced by all she was observing. And though there was nothing morally wrong with a husband and a wife having sex, it still made Susan feel left out. It made her feel like enjoying sex too. But she wasn't married. She wondered if her reputation had been compromised when Les had performed cunnilingus on her. Even though she'd been forced, she felt a certain guilt, a naughtiness that she couldn't get rid of.
"That's because I enjoyed it," she said to herself.
Chapter Five
The next day was a busy one. There were maps to decipher, equipment to set up. And Dr. Brewster had found the flat area between two hills where he suspected there might be the remains of an old pueblo. There was an expectant excitement in the air as the corner of a ruined building was exposed. Mona and Les helped mark down the exact spot every piece of broken pottery was found and Susan catalogued the fragments making them for later study.
But though the mood was strictly scientific, Susan's mind kept straying to sex. Whenever she saw Betty Brewster, she could only think of Nate's big cock sliding into her hole. And her thoughts of Mona were pretty vivid too.
When Susan returned her to her tent the night before, Mona had still been gone. Since she knew it didn't take a girl that long to pee, Susan could only assume that her tentmate had found Les sleeping in the trees and climbed into his bag for a little moonlight humping. Once again it-was Susan who felt like the maladjusted one. She was a virgin and with virtually no experience of sexual matters. Everybody else in camp seemed to be going at it like beavers!
What made it worse was that before she could bring pleasure to herself, Mona had returned to the tent, a satisfied look on her face. Susan had been too shy to attempt masturbation in the warm muskiness of her sleeping bag. Because she knew how wildly she always squirmed when she was reaching a climax. And she didn't want Mona to know that she did such carnal things.
It was just after the noon meal when Dr. Brewster shouted that he'd found the main kiva. A kiva, Susan had learned, was- an underground chamber used by the Indians for religious purposes among other things. The one Nate had discovered seemed to be in surprisingly good condition, the roof beams intact and the inner walls as yet uncrumbled. But the opening was narrow and since he didn't want to risk damage to the structure he called for Susan to join him where he was peering down into the ancient room.
"I don't know how sturdy these beams are," he told her. "Maybe the dryness has preserved them. Why don't I lower you down on a rope and you can check out the interior before we risk more weight on the ladder.
The ladder was pretty rotten. Two rungs gave under Susan's weight as she descended but Nate held up on the rope and kept her from falling. Since the rope was wrapped between her legs though it gave her a hot thrill every time her weight made it saw upwards between her cuntlips. Even through her jeans she could feel the pressure and the rubbing until she was breathing hard. Then her feet were on the floor of the kiva and she turned on her flashlight.
While Nate went to get a camera, Susan studied the strange paintings on the walls of the circular room. The rubbing of the rope had gotten her to shaking. Even though she was in the middle of an exciting discovery, her excitement drifted to things more akin to sex. She sneaked a hand down in her jeans. Who would know? The darkness wrapped around her like a comfortable blanket. She was digging under her panties now, finding the warm, damp slit between her furred lips.
"Ohhh," she sighed, touching her clit gingerly. As the nub throbbed with fresh blood and lifted from its slickened hood, Susan realized how badly she needed the release of a climax. Instead of draining off her sex energies, Les' mouth had only fired her up for more. And watching Dr. Brewster play with his wife hadn't helped any.
"Now, it's my turn, darn it."
Dr. Brewster lowered a camera through the opening and announced that he was going back to camp for more equipment. That was just fine with Susan. It was at least a thirty minute trip to and from their camp. That would give her time to really give herself a going over. When Nate's shadow had moved away from the hole, Susan stripped her jeans down and then her panties. She sat in the sand in the middle of the gloomy enclosure and peered down at her overheated lips.
Her cunt was a swollen, throbbing flower of fevered flesh. It glistened as she teased the bead of her cut up and out from its hood and then pinched it gently between thumb and finger. The sand was spotted with her juices as she flicked and gouged at her tender crevice.
"Uhhhhnnnn, I needed this so bad!"
But it wasn't as much fun with her jeans tangled around her knees. And who would know if she took them- all the way off? She had plenty of time after all. Susan took off her boots, socks and then her jeans and panties. She hesitated about taking off her shirt but shrugged and threw it down too.
The nakedness of her body in that dark, mysterious room was keenly pleasurable. For the first time she noticed the rock near the center of the kiva. It was a rectangular block about as long as she was tall. Its polished surface seemed almost made for her to lie down on. So Susan did lie down, drawing her heels back against her bottom and throwing her knees wide. Now her finger felt that much better as she caressed herself.
"Mmhhuuuhh," she groaned, pumping her narrow hips slowly. She still had almost half an hour so she didn't want to hurry. She wanted to really enjoy this, to drain the sexual energy from her body and be at peace at last.
The slurping of her finger moving between the plump, firm lips of her vulva excited her as much as the friction. She worked her ass around on the smooth, cool stone.
The soles of her feet burned and it was hard for Susan to resist hurrying her body towards a breathless climax. But she meant to enjoy this for as long as she could. A shadow passed across the opening in the kiva's roof and she saw Les trying to peer into the gloom.
"Damn," she cursed, trying to find her panties. She managed to get the skimpy things on and was feeling for her jeans when Les began to descend. It did her no good to cower behind the big block of stone she'd been lying on. Les brought his flashlight around and the beam shined across her naked shoulders.
"So, having some fun and games while the good doctor was getting equipment, huh?" He seemed amused. And excited.
"Les, if you'd be so kind to turn off that damned light and let me put my clothes on."
"Maybe I don't want to let you put your clothes on." He came at her then, pulling her up by the wrists. As he stared at her naked belly and the damp crotch of her panties, Susan could see the lust in his eyes. He touched one of her small breasts and shook his head slowly.
"They're as pretty as your cunt."
"Les!"
But he moved so quickly that Susan didn't know what was happening. She was suddenly bent forward over the stone dais as Les' flashlight dropped into the sand. He jerked her panties down just far enough to expose the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, God, nooo!" she shrieked. She heard him squeezing the sun-tan lotion. The greasy stuff went down her crack and Les used his thumb to smear it over her rectum. Though she was shocked by his crude behavior, Susan felt an unexpected thrill too. Just touching her ass, Les had made her nipples swell and her clit throb.
"I've imagined what it would be like to stick my cock in this sweet little ass of yours," he panted, biting her back hungrily. "And to see you squirming turns me on even more!"
"Les, you can't! You just can't!"
"Who'll ever know. You sure aren't going to run to Dr. Brewster and tell him what I'm about to do, or will you?"
"Ohhh, God!"
"Feel -this?" Les growled. Susan did feel something. It was too big for a finger. And it was too hot for anything but.
"Don't!" she cried again.
"Christ, you're hot right there ...
"Oh, Les, this is awful!" Susan blushed from shame and disgust. The thing Les was trying to do was so taboo that no one even talked about it much. But the smoothly rounded tip of his cock felt so strange. He rubbed against the greasy knot of her rectum. Susan squeezed down harder, determined to keep him from having what he seemed to want so badly.
"Come on, relax." Les kissed the nape of her neck. "It'll hurt if you don't loosen up."
"Ohhhh, stop it! Stop this awful behavior right now!"
Les bit the back of her neck. He didn't hurt her but the sensation of his sharp teeth squeezing her like that made Susan whimper and for an instant, her sphincter relaxed. Les was ready. She felt the thickness of his tip sliding into her muscled opening. She tried to squeeze back tight again but though his barb hadn't penetrated her completely she couldn't force it back out either. A hot thrill went up through her belly and she groaned and bit her lip.
"Oh, damn you! This is awful! It's horrible!"
"And you love it," Les hissed. "You're the kind that always likes a little abuse. You like to be degraded."
"I hate you!" Susan cried. But with all her squirming around she felt more of Les' thick cocktip opening her. The cheeks of her ass seemed to squeeze his shaft and more tremors of excitement went up the insides of her thighs.
When Les lunged suddenly, stabbing his glans just inside her taut rectum, Susan flopped like a fish on a harpoon. It felt wrong and wicked and ugly and to have a man's cock going up her ass! But other emotions swept through her at the same time. Her breasts rubbed against the smooth stone, her belly heaved against it too. Les clutched at her willowy body in a savage way that heightened her awareness of the dark kiva surrounding them. Susan couldn't smother the pleasure inside her. It was a weird primal pleasure. The pleasure of being forced, taken against her will. Of her panties dangling around her knees, then slipping down to her ankles.
But more than anything it was the hot rub of that cock inside her rectum. Her young ass squeezed and pulled at the thing and as Les forced deeper into her guts, she groaned in a low, rhythmic way.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh, God ... Ohhh, Les, please don't do it anymore!"
"Feel too good?" he laughed. "Afraid you're gonna come with my cock up your ass?"
Even Les' crudeness excited Susan rather than turned her off. Maybe she was afraid of coming like this. Maybe she was all fucked up. But words made no sense. When she tried to get hold of them they skittered away leaving that thick hot penis in between the white cheeks of her ass. It felt so ... so sexy!
"No! I don't want to feel this!"
"Oh, Susy baby, your ass is beautiful! It's the hottest, tightest little thing I've ever dipped my cock into."
Susan realized that her imagination was working overtime. She was really wondering if getting fucked in the cunt was anything like getting it in the ass. The feeling of something hard and long being forced inside her body was so intense, so incredibly different than anything she'd experienced before. Les held her squirming hips with both hands and lunged again. The squishy sound of the sun-tan lotion made Susan think of how it had sounded when Dr. Brewster fucked his wife. But he hadn't fucked her in the ass. It seemed that Les was out to degrade and shame her.
"Don't you feel that going in?" he growled, trembling as her hot bottom squeezed down around the base of his penis.
"Yes ... and it feels awful." It was a lie. As ashamed and embarrassed as she was, Susan felt the tingling thrills that burned along her dripping cunt. The in-and-out tension was pulling the flesh around her clit. Every time Les entered her deeper, her clitoris was stretched out of its hood.
And now he was getting very excited, pumping faster, grabbing her hipbones so hard it hurt.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, Les, please, stop now. I feel ... feel so funny."
"I couldn't stop if this damned kiva was on fire," Les gasped. His cock felt bigger than it had before. When he pulled back and just the head stuck inside her body, Susan pinched down her ass muscles as hard as she possibly could. There was a choking sound behind her as Les writhed and trembled. His prick was stuck inside her ass. He realized just how strong her rectum was now and in panic was trying to extricate himself from the feverish trap. But even the slickness of the lotion wasn't enough. He jerked harder and the jerks only succeeded in exciting Susan's cunt.
"Uhhhhhh," she gasped, unable to relax her ass now that she was pinching down around that rod of blood-hardened flesh that Les had stabbed into her. She bucked her hips up and down and heard him groan. The tingles around her clit built stronger.
"Jesus Christ," Les moaned, clutching wildly at her plump ass cheeks as if he was searching for a way to open her spasming muscles. Then, with an agonizing lunge, he shoved his penis into her ass to the hilt. The slide of that thick, throbbing meat made Susan's back arch sharply, bringing her small tits off the big stone. Sliding a hand against the soft swells, Les held her up like that while he hunched wildly into her slim ass. She was squirming uncontrollably while he penetrated her again and again. Then Susan knew why she was squirming like that. She was coming!
"Uhhh, uhhhhhhh, God!" she whimpered, drool leaking down her chin.
"Baby ... ohhh, baby," Les babbled, each lunge sending a shock wave of pleasure through her ass and cunt and tummy. The glow spread in surging waves of ecstasy. Her nipples were thick, darkened stalks under Les' hot palms. He cupped and squeezed the tender flesh as he rode her like a cowboy on a wild mare. His penis felt so hot! So sharp!
Susan flopped helplessly, her toes pointed in the sand at the base of the big stone. Cum was leaking down the inside of one leg. She could feel the slimy mess between the feverish cheeks of her ass. In and out, in and out, it never seemed to stop! Her clit felt like a white hot bead of steel. She let out a breath and writhed more violently in the clutch of Les' hungry hands.
And though she felt sullied by the way he'd taken her, Susan also felt a burning thrill. Just knowing that her clasping hot ass was causing his cum to spurt had a strange effect on her emotions. It made her feel the feminine strength that'd been latent during her adolescent years. She realized that a female was necessary for the kind of pleasure Les was experiencing right now. And that a male had that incredibly stiff thing that was rubbing her guts and making her cut pulse with maddening thrills.
Les sagged finally, his cock still throbbing but slower, weaker. Without being able to control her body's convulsions, Susan still twisted around on the smooth stone while her throes died away. Then, with the hot joy of the moment gone, she was painfully aware of her position, of her cummy, greasy bottom. She was shamefully aware too of the fact that she'd been sodomized against her will.
"Ohhh, pull it out! Please, take it out of me!"
Les' cock came out with a popping sound as her muscles seemed to grab onto his flared tip until the last moment. Susan couldn't bear to look at him. She grabbed her clothes and made it up the rotting ladder somehow. She felt dirty and awful. She ran in the direction of the river Betty Brewster had scouted upon their arrival at the camp. She knew it was to the south somewhere so she ran heedlessly through the scrub trees and bushes, tears running down her cheeks.
"Damn him," she mumbled, hurrying towards the sound of running water now. When she got to the shore she plunged right in clothes and all. The water came quickly to her waist and she let the chill take her breath. It was punishment for what had happened. Punishment for the enjoyment she'd gotten from having her ass fucked.
The mountain stream quickly washed away the signs that she had been abused. Only the sting of her feet made her realize that she'd run through the woods barefooted. When she dragged herself onto a rock near the middle of the stream she found her soles bleeding. Her shirt was plastered to her breasts and belly and her jeans were heavy with the water they'd soaked up.
Susan had just peeled her pants when she sensed someone coming through the trees. It was Dr. Brewster and she felt her face flush hot and red.
"Susan, are you alright?"
"I cut my feet."
"What were you doing running through the forest barefooted?" Nate was taking off his boots now. She tried to turn so he wouldn't see her soaked panties and the way they clung to her pubes. The sheer nylon was almost transparent now that it was wet. Her brown thatch of cunt hair was clearly visible. And each breast was outlined under her shirt, the nipples dark and tumid from the chilled water. Dr. Brewster waded into the river and splashed towards the rock where she'd found refuge.
"Les said that you got spooked in the kiva and suddenly ran out."
"Yes. I guess I did." Susan blushed again. She couldn't ever tell her favorite professor what had really happened. He was close now, climbing up onto the rock. Susan shivered. There was no way she could hide her near-nakedness. Nate Brewster looked at her but quickly turned his attention to her feet.
"I'll have to carry you back," he said. "It's going to be tender walking for awhile with the cuts you got."
"My clothes are soaked," Susan whined, stating the obvious. She didn't want to go anywhere. She just wanted to stay on that big rock and be left alone. But suddenly she was crying, surrounded by her professor's strong arms. He was so fatherly, so good. She sobbed uncontrollably, her cheek against his chest as he smoothed her back. His hands felt so good! She was safe now. Safe forever.
Dr. Brewster tossed her jeans over his arm and slipped into the rushing water. Susan let herself slide into his arms, clasping her hands behind his neck as he held her under her ass and started across towards the shore.
Now she felt the slide of her near-naked pubes against his body and the mash of her soft breasts on his chest. She shivered, the old lusts Les had started coming back again. She scolded herself, knowing it was a perverseness to feel anything like that for Dr. Brewster. He was trying to help her, trying to protect her in a fatherly way. But by the time they struggled up onto the shore, her cunt was becoming slick and she tingled all over. It wasn't just because of the chilly water.
With a shock she noticed that Nate's clinging pants revealed that his cock was not in its normal state either. It was erect! It was pushing his khaki pants out in a big lump in front.
The moment was electric. Susan knew that Dr. Brewster had seen her staring at his crotch. But instead of lowering her eyes and blushing she felt his own eyes pulling her. She looked up. He was smiling down in a way that frightened her. It wasn't an evil smile but there was more to it than just fatherly affection.
"I think it's time now for me to tell you a few things," Nate said.
"Beg pardon?" Susan said, swallowing nervously. Dr. Brewster helped her stand. Her feet hurt when she put weight on them. Suddenly she saw the leather thongs in his hand. "What's happening?" she cried, backing away. Dr. Brewster came after her. Susan started to run but the pain of her wounded soles against the rocks along the shore made her cry out. She was limping helplessly when Nate's strong arm went around her waist. He turned her gently and pulled her arms behind her.
"I don't understand, Dr. Brewster. What are you ... "
"I'm tying your wrists behind you, Susan. If it's too tight, I'll loosen them."
Susan's mind swirled. She felt dizzy and weak. Like she'd stepped onto a strange planet in another galaxy. But the strangeness had a way of exciting her too. A way she didn't come close to understanding. To have her arms bound behind her made her feel so helpless. And that's what Nate Brewster wanted her to feel, she thought.
He picked her up and carried her into a thicket of trees. They went on until he'd come to a small opening in the bushes and gently put her down. His strong hands caressed her shoulders and her neck. She was shaking like a leaf. Standing there before him she realized how big he was and how thin and soft she was. He seemed like some god looming over her.
"I've waited for years for this moment," he said, voice husky. "For this moment and what will soon follow." Her eyes fluttered as she tried to understand what he meant. She tugged at the thongs that held her wrists tightly together. Chills of excitement went through her body and her cheeks reddened. Nate saw the flush of pink.
"Yes, that's the way I want you to feel."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to feel," she whimpered.
"Like a virgin princess," he whispered. Then he unbuttoned her wet shirt and peeled it back off her shoulders. Susan knew she must be having a crazy dream. She would awaken soon and find herself in her own tent. But she didn't wake up. She wasn't dreaming. Nate Brewster's fingers trembled slightly as he caressed her small, firm tits. She was breathing like a scared rabbit. But she panted even harder when she saw Dr. Brewster undo his belt and open his pants. He was undressing! Right there in front of her!
"Dr. Brewster!" she gasped, eyes wide with fear. Another wave of tingles swept over her skin as she saw his cock swing up, the blue tip glistening from its foreskin sheath. One knee trembled and gave, then the other. Whimpering pitifully, Susan sank to her knees in the sand.
Chapter Six
"I found this place a couple of years ago," her teacher admitted. "I found the kiva too. But the moment I stepped into it I knew what I wanted to use it for. So I kept my discovery quiet." He caressed her brown hair, looking down at where she had fallen to her knees before him. "You were just fifteen then. I knew your father and knew you'd be entering the university at sixteen. I waited until you'd had your seventeenth birthday. You tended to be a quiet young lady so I hoped that by some miracle you'd still be a virgin by the time I arranged this field trip." Nate Brewster smiled and touched the side of Susan's face again. The heat of his palm went through her like electricity. Her cunt grew wetter against the crotch of her panties.
"But ... but ... " It was so incredible that she couldn't think of what to say.
"And you are still a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tonight, in the kiva, you will cease to be a virgin. But now you must learn a few things. I'm going to prepare you so that you won't forget one second of the experience."
Susan wondered if her teacher had gone slightly crazy. All she wanted to do was to run away. Until she looked back down at his throbbing, swollen cock again. And then she felt trapped and the trapped feeling made her nipples glow.
"Don't make me ... " she whimpered, but Nate Brewster was already coming forward a step or two. His up-jutting cock brushed her forehead. She felt his balls bump her chin. Brewster's big hands were on each side of her face, pulling her against his erection.
"Kiss me," he whispered. His handsome face smiled down with loving firmness and though Susan was shaking her head, the warmth and firmness against her mouth made her feel so odd. She kissed his shaft dryly. His cock surged suddenly with the caress.
Then it was as if the touch of Dr. Brewster's fingers on her face were controlling her thoughts. He moved her mouth around over his cock as she continued to kiss him. She had lost the will to resist. With hands tied behind her back, kneeling she knew she was in his power. His voice and manner seemed to go through her. And now her lips were wet her kisses sliding across his tumid, feverish flesh. She saw the glossy smears her kiss left on him.
Hours ago she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything so carnal. All her instincts would have made her feel nasty kissing a man's private parts. But perhaps Nate Brewster had aroused instincts in her that had laid hidden, even from her consciousness. Because as his prick jerked with rigid excitement from the hot wetness of her kisses, Susan felt her own passion pulsing through the tender, wet flesh of her cunt.
"I knew it would be like this, you beautiful little princess." Nate spread his feet wider. "You Like to kiss me there, don't you."
"No ... I ... " Her lips touched the lumps at the underside of his glans. They were still covered by his foreskin but as her kiss wet him, the clasping sheath stretched back as his knob swelled with hot blood. Susan felt the slick brush of his tip across her cheek as she tried to turn away.
"Susan, I want you to hold my glans between your lips."
"No!"
"You've got to learn to submit completely to my desires," he said. His voice wasn't cruel or threatening. But Susan knew that he meant every word. What she wouldn't do, Nate Brewster would make her do.
Nate held his cock in one hand to steady it. His other hand eased behind Susan's head and gently pulled her forward. That throbbing cocktip was still partly covered by his white foreskin. She struggled, whimpering. The smoothly rounded tip pressed between her lips. It was so hot! So slick! It made her tremble and feel weak inside. So very weak.
"Open your jaws, Susan."
"Mmmmuuhh," she gasped, trying to turn away. But that spongy cocktip pressed harder. It was soft and hard at the same time. It was very hot. It was making her moan down deep in her throat. With a trembling cry, Susan opened her jaws and the head of Nate Brewster's big cock stretched her lips into a soft O.
"Nhhaaaahhh," she groaned. Her nostrils were flared out with excitement and she breathed in a ragged, wild way. That glans was huge! It rested heavily on her tongue like some weird hot plum. Susan could hardly believe that it had ever been able to fit into any woman's body. She remembered that Betty Brewster was a large boned, wide-hipped female. Susan felt so skinny and small by comparison. With Nate's cocktip pulsing in between her lips she wondered if he really meant to sacrifice her virginity that night in the kiva.
"I'm proud of you," Nate said, his voice rumbling like thunder. He pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Her lips peeled his foreskin back to expose the flared barb completely. Now it rubbed across the deep trough her tongue had made. She sensed each surging bulge, each beat of his heart. The shaft behind the tip seemed as big as the handle of a flashlight! She could feel the veins sticking out and the wrinkled collar of his retracted foreskin.
"Muuhhhnnnn," she moaned. Her saliva was overflowing the corners of her mouth. She swallowed hard, her tongue sliding forward and back across the tumid lobes under Nate's tip. Of all the things she'd ever tasted and touched by licking, there was no way to describe the texture of this swollen knob. Susan whimpered again, her tongue exploring the bumps and hollows of the feverish glans.
"Yes, princess, yes!"
"Uhhmmmmm," she cooed, not knowing whether she was excited or frightened and deciding finally that she was both. She had an image of herself in her mind. There before her trusted teacher on her knees in the sand. Her wrists bound behind her. Her shirt unbuttoned and peeled back from her shoulders to expose the firm, white swells of her breasts, her hard nipples hot with blood. Far off was the sound of the river and above them the hiss of the trees. But the other sound, the sound that sent hot thrills through her tummy was the sound of her dripping mouth as she sucked on the head of Nate Brewster's huge cock!
Susan felt the man's fingers tighten at the sides of her face as he gently drew his cock back from between her lips. She was panting, mouth hanging open as she looked at what she'd done. That feverish glans bobbed a few inches away from her face. It was taut with blood and her spit had mingled with Nate's juices to form a glossy sheen of wetness over the dark blue flesh.
"What do you want to do?" Nate asked softly. Susan stared without blinking at the incredible thing that dripped her own saliva.
"I ... I ... want ... " A sensible part of her mind screamed something, something she couldn't quite make out. Then Nate turned slightly, brought his hips forward so that the side of his cockshaft was close to her mouth. With a moan of surrender, Susan closed her lips against his shaft, licking the steely firmness. She let her kisses slide back along the length of him like she was playing a strange flute. His erection bobbed upwards and she drenched the underside with spit, her tongue flashing out to cover each vein and to trace the thickened tube that ran up toward his glans. Now she was on the other side of his prickshaft, licking that too. She went round and round his cock, licking and kissing and sucking noisily. But in the back of her mind she was thinking of that hot, huge glans again. She was yearning to feel it on her tongue once more. Nate Brewster bent down and pushed his open mouth against her. Her face was upturned to him as he held her under her chin and forced his tongue between her teeth. Susan felt as if she'd lost all control of her emotions. Nate's kiss made her cunt bloom out against the crotchband of her panties. Then he was pushing his cock forward again and as her lashes fluttered excitedly, she let her mouth form a plush O again, let that smooth, hot knob slide across her tongue.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her tongue suddenly working as if it had a mind of its own. She was sliding forward and back against the lobed tip, slurping noisily now that the lovely shape was inside her mouth again. Her cheeks pulled in from the suction she was exerting. Nate trembled and his belly rippled with tenseness.
"My baby princess," he gasped, pushing forward, holding her head firmly so that she had to take more of that thing than ever. The huge head brushed the roof of her mouth and then smeared hotly against her tonsils. Susan's tummy bucked as she gagged. But Nate left that throbbing glans there, let her gag again and again.
"Get used to it. There'll be many more times like this."
"Ghhhaaahh," she cried, fighting the huge shape with her tongue. But instead of pulling back, Nate drove another inch deeper.
"Relax! Make your throat relax!"
Tears trickled down her cheeks but Susan tried to do what he said. Miraculously it worked! Her throat stopped convulsing and she felt her tonsils close down around the head of his cock and just stay there. Nate didn't move either. He wanted her to get used to that monster stuck in her throat.
A spasm threatened to send her into choking fits again but this time Susan forced herself to be calm. Again, the waves of choking sickness passed. She had, no idea how long Nate's cock was in her throat before he let out a long, sighing breath but she guessed it was at least five minutes. Now she found she could swallow, even with Nate's glans wedged against the back of her throat. And when she did swallow, her tonsils squeezed tightly around him, smearing and caressing the tender ridge of his glans.
Nate pulled back slowly until only his knob was still inside Susan's mouth.
"You're learning much more quickly than I'd hoped," he said. His voice was gentle, caressing. It made her nipples tingle and her belly tight. The way he looked at her with her mouth around his erect cock made her feel ... feel ... Susan couldn't describe the way it made her feel. She tugged weakly at the thongs that cut into her wrist. They hurt her flesh but not in a bad way. Her knees hurt in the sand too. But these small pains seemed to increase the tensions inside her. And these tensions made hot pleasure throb through her loins and tits.
Something different was happening. Nate's cocktip was surging. Growing taut and large and then shrinking slightly, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing! Her tongue touched the spot between his lobes. She licked the flared part of his barb and rubbed the flat of her tongue across the very tip of the head. Nate groaned in a way she'd never heard before. He kept petting the sides of her face, touching where her lips were clasped wetly around his shaft. He touched the drip of saliva that dangled constantly from her chin too. Some of her spit was running down her neck all the way to her breasts. He pumped his big cock in and out a little as she kept licking.
Susan felt another shudder go through her teacher. She was afraid now, afraid of what would happen. She'd seen down into Les' jeans that time he'd dry hunched her against the tree. She'd watched that weird white stuff bubble out of the tip of his penis. And the night Dr. Brewster had been with his wife, she'd seen the thick curds leaking from Betty's mouth.
"Nhhhooo," she moaned, her tongue still petting the velvety flesh of Nate's hot cock.
"Yes, Susan. You'll have to drink it. It has to be. It's what I've planned for you." He squeezed her shoulders affectionately. "But it's only the beginning."
"Uhhmmmmm, nhhhuuuhhh!" Susan sensed how close Nate Brewster was to a climax. He was tense and trembling and his chest heaved rapidly as her slickened lips slid back and forth over his shaft. Her tongue flicked faster even though she knew what it would bring. Because she knew too that whatever Nate told her to do, she had to do. Frightened as she was, she'd have to drink his hot cum.
Susan jerked her hands again as Nate's passions built. He panted with his mouth open, watching her suckle on that thick, hot stalk that jutted up out of his groin like some magical probe. He was probing her throat with it now, then pulling back until just the glans rested between her squeezing lips. And all the time her tongue swathed it with hot spit. Susan seemed to sense exactly what Nate wanted. She was in his power, she had to do it all.
The first spurt of cream spattered into the back of her throat. The big man who stood before her in the sand shivered as if he'd been struck by lightning. Susan had stopped licking him when she'd felt the hot blast of semen. The odd, flat taste had shocked her too. But when she turned her big eyes up to see Nate's face turning red she knew he was holding his breath. Her tongue, dripping strings of cum, darted out against his glans. She curled it under his lobes and rubbed back and forth in rapid, quivering movements.
Nate Brewster breathed again, letting out a passionate moan with the trapped air. Another flood of hot seed boiled out onto Susan's tongue, and another. He was coming fast, shock waves of lust making the muscles of his thighs bulge. His belly heaved. His fingers tightened at the sides of her head. Through it all Susan was aware of the slick slurpy sounds her mouth was making. And the popping smacks from her nostrils as she tried to gulp the creamy mess into her stomach.
" ... princess!" Nate bellowed, " ... my sweet princess!"
Nate's fingers were deep in Susan's hair now, her brown locks wound tightly around his knuckles. He moved her forward and back over his erupting cocktip. Her lower Lip smoothed the feverish, sensitive flesh of his glans as more cum boiled out. Now the stuff was making rivulets down her neck. A hot droplet of the milky fluid hung from one nipple as she shivered and sucked.
"Susan ... ohhhh, God!"
At times Susan thought the sticky, weird tasting stuff was going to make her choke. And then it would slide down her throat and she was gulping and licking and tightening her lips around Nate Brewster's cock like she wanted to eat it. When at last he stopped trembling, when at last he eased the still swollen head from between her lips, she felt dazed. She looked up at him with glassy eyes. There was a glistening coating of hot semen around- her mouth and on her chin but she didn't have the energy to lick it off. She could feel the stuff heavy in her tummy.
When Nate untied her hands she started to cry. She felt like a lost child. He hugged her against his chest and petted her back and said soothing things to her. Then he took a handkerchief from his pants and gently wiped the cum from her lips.
"I'll help you dress, and we'll go back to camp." He looked intently into her eye. "you've got to trust me. And I expect total obedience."
Susan hugged her shoulders. She felt lost. When Nate Brewster put his arm around her again his warmth had a calming effect. She leaned her face against his chest and panted. She felt so mixed up inside. She wondered what had happened to make her feel like that. She could still taste the sourness of Nate's cum. That's what had happened. Maybe his semen was like some drug to her. It made her mind feel thick and slow. He was rubbing her wrists where the thongs had cut into her flesh. It felt good for him to rub them.
Nate helped her dress. Then he put his own clothes, on and took her up into his arms like before.
"My feet don't hurt anymore," she breathed.
"But they would if I let you walk on them."
Susan clung to Nate's neck as he carried her back towards the camp. He talked, his voice droning comfortably in her ears. She felt like a child again, a lost child some grown up had found. Nate asked her what had happened at the kiva to make her run into the woods. Susan told him that Les had made a pass at her. She didn't tell the part about having a cock in her ass. Nate seemed pleased that she told him what Les had done.
"That will work into my plans perfectly." He hugged Susan and a thrill went through her. He was so big and strong. She knew she should run away from him at the first opportunity. But now it felt so relaxing, so comforting to lean her head against his shoulder. He carried her like she weighed next to nothing.
"Tonight in the kiva," he breathed against her ear. "Your whole life will change."
Susan tried not to think. She just felt Nate Brewster's warmth, felt his muscles moving against one of her breasts as he walked.
Chapter Seven
There was a big stir when Dr. Brewster carried Susan back into camp. He put her in her tent and told her to stay there. Mona was with her for a few minutes but Susan got the idea that she was being sequestered for a reason. No one was to talk to her except Nate himself. And by the muted conversations she heard, she knew he had already confronted Les for having made a pass at her.
The sun was just about down when Susan awoke from a short restless nap to hear the engine of the Land Rover start up. Dr. Brewster was giving instructions to his wife and to Les. After some gear grinding, the Land Rover growled out of earshot and all was quiet again. The next thing she knew Mona was sliding into the tent.
"Susan!" she whispered, touching her shoulder.
"I'm not asleep. Who was leaving?"
"Les and Dr. Brewster's wife. He sent them back to the university for more supplies." Mona looked away from Susan's face. "He wants to run some tests on the kiva and he needs more equipment.
"That's not really the reason he sent them off, is it?" Susan watched Mona's face relax.
"No. That's not the real reason."
"Well, why did he send them off?"
"Sshhh. I'm supposed to get you ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Come on." Mona helped her dress and then they were heading towards the newly discovered kiva. At least that was what the others thought. Susan knew better. Nate had really found the place on a previous trip. He'd been saving it. Saving it for when he could bring Susan up here. She trembled, remembering some of the things he'd told her about. It was all a big muddle in her mind. But one thing was very, very clear. She had sucked Nate Brewster's cock and swallowed his cum!
"What's wrong?" Mona put an arm around her shoulder. "You're trembling."
"What's going to happen?" Susan whimpered.
"Nate told me not to say anything. I'm just supposed to get you ready." Before Susan could ask anything else, Mona pulled her by the hand. The sun had just slipped behind a mountain range to the west when they reached the kiva. Mona lowered down the pack she'd been carrying and then held a flashlight for Susan to descend. Susan felt strange about going into the dark and gloomy room. It was like a cave down there and Nate's words echoed in her memory. Tonight her whole life would be changed, he'd said.
Mona descended the ladder behind Susan and dug some candles out of the pack she'd brought along. As each one was lit and placed around the circular room, eerie shadows flicked across the walls. The stone dais loomed in the center of the circle. Susan avoided it. She had the feeling that Nate meant for her to end up on that thing. And the last time she'd touched it, Les had slipped his cock up her ass.
"Undress now," Mona whispered.
"Undress?"
"You'd better do it. I think Nate's just a little crazy, but he told me how to get you ready."
"If he's crazy, why should I pay any attention to ... "
"Take my word for it, Susan," Mona breathed, squeezing her arm. "You're really lucky."
Feeling numb, Susan took off her pants and shirt. Mona nodded for her to peel her panties too. Susan started to obey, then hesitated.
"Listen, if he wants to fuck me, why doesn't he just drag me into his tent and rape me. I'm sure he could get whatever he wanted. I'm not strong enough to resist." Susan let out a sigh. "I've already found that out."
"It's not so bad to be Nate's slave," Mona said, her smile growing.
"You mean, you already are?" Mona nodded and motioned for Susan to hurry. Susan stripped off her panties and let Mona put them into the pack with the rest of her clothes. Then Mona gave her a narrow leather belt festooned with large feathers. It went around Susan's waist perfectly, the feathers hanging down over her ass and hips and partly hiding her mound. Gold bracelets were attached to her thin wrists. Then her long hair was tied with smaller feathers and Mona stood back to gaze upon the results in the yellow flickering of the candles.
"I'm supposed to leave, now," Mona said.
"I don't want to stay down here alone," Susan whimpered, grabbing the dark-haired girl's hand.
"You won't be alone for long." That knowing smile flitted across Mona's lips and was gone. Then she grabbed the pack and mounted the rickety ladder. Susan paced the dusty floor, her bare feet tingling against where they'd been cut on the rocks when she'd fled Les. There was no mirror, but she could imagine how she looked all decked out in feathers and gold. She was a tall girl and her muscles were the long, lanky kind. Her white skin glowed in the candlelight and when she walked the feathers tickled her bottom. She knew that her cunt could be glimpsed through the shifting just enough to add tension to the scene. She was trembling again and for a moment she wondered if maybe she should flee back to her tent. But Mona had taken her boots and clothes and her feet were still very tender. Then a noise outside told her that someone was up there walking around. Susan shrank back against the circular wall as Nate Brewster descended into the kiva.
He was wearing a pair of khaki trunks, nothing else. His tan, muscled body glistened as if with oil. He turned and smiled at her. His eyes glistened like he was seeing her beauty for the first time. And though she was scared, Susan realized that her natural beauty had been heightened by the strategically placed feathers and the wristbands of gold. Nate threw off his shorts and came near the dais. His cock wasn't fully erect but it looked to Susan like it must weigh ten pounds. She trembled as she remembered that thing sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Come here, Susan." She shook her head no. "I said, come here!" The booming of Nate's voice in the small dark underground room made chills go up her spine. With downcast eyes she shuffled through the dust on the floor and came to him. He touched her shoulders and breasts and the flat, firm plane of her belly. Then his fingers traced the outward curve of her hips and the place where the feathers dangled over her brown-haired cunt.
"Perfect," he murmured. He lifted her onto the dais and made her lie on her back, knees bent. The feathers draped across her pussy and she felt how wet she was. Susan was almost afraid to look at her professor's cock now. It was huge enough even when it wasn't hard.
"Does your wife know what you're doing? Does she know you've got me down here like this?"
"Of course not. And Les has instructions to make certain that she'll be too busy with other pleasures to worry."
"What do you mean?" Susan could guess exactly what Nate meant but it sounded so awful! To get Les to seduce his own wife so he could.
"We're not here to discuss my wife," Dr. Brewster said. He was gazing down between her thighs like he'd found the lost city. His fingers brushed the outer lips, making them part slightly. Susan realized that she had been led like a Iamb to this place of sacrifice. And she'd come willingly. It was her own damn fault. But maybe it wasn't too late to stop him.
"No, you can't talk me out of it," Nate said, reading her mind. He pulled her hands down to the sides of the big stone and she heard metal against metal as he locked hidden chains through her gold bracelets.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, squirming her body against the hard, cool stone. Nate covered one of her breasts with his mouth and sucked hard. Susan writhed harder as she felt her nipple fill with blood, felt his tongue rake back arid forth across its sensitive surface.
Her heels dug against the ancient polished dais as Nate nursed on one and then the other of her small tits. The effect was incredible. Her cunt had already bloomed out, its inner surfaces so plump with blood that she felt heavy and hot down there. While he continued to lick and excite her adolescent breasts, Nate eased a finger into her slickened, velvety-smooth crevice.
"Uhhh, ohhhhhh, god, ohhhh, Nate, please, let me go!" Susan tugged against the chains that held her wrists near her sides. Just the tension of knowing she was caught there caused hot thrills to surge through her body. Nate Brewster noticed this.
"Being bound doesn't excite some people," he commented, nuzzling one of her nipples. "But I knew that someone with your intelligence and imagination would respond to being restrained. You do like it, don't you?"
"No! Of course, I don't!" But another tingle of pleasure rushed through her and as her cheeks flushed, Nate laughed. His finger petted deeper into the feverish heat of her vulva. Susan began to squirm her slim hips, rocking them as she felt the subtle friction of a fingertip across her clit.
"My beautiful, teenaged princess," Nate growled his penis. biting her tummy just hard enough to hurt a little. Even this seemed to make Susan feel crazy. She couldn't make her mind work like it normally did. All the things she knew were wrong in the light of day seemed turned around in the candlelit kiva. Here was her trusted teacher, a friend of her father's with his clothes off, his cock hard, his mouth on her breasts and his finger in her cunt! She whimpered, wondering if she were losing her mind.
"So soft inside," Nate whispered, fingering her even deeper. She groaned when he touched her hymen. Susan had seen it many times before and always been afraid to touch it very much. Nate didn't share that fear.
Susan flopped her head back and forth. Nate kissed her mouth, kissed her hard. At first the way he used his tongue shocked her. But she found that when he pushed it deeply between her teeth, her body responded quickly. Soon she was moaning through flared nostrils and sucking on it. Nate sucked her own tongue between his teeth and nibbled gingerly. Her cunt flooded more hot butter.
From somewhere Nate produced a small bottle and, as Susan watched, he poured the aromatic fluid into his palm and spread it over the pulsing length of his erection. She could see how hard he'd gotten since coming into the kiva. His cock jutted out from his body. Nate released one of her wrists from the chain and told her to smooth the oil into his penis.
As her long fingers curled around his cocktip, Nate lifted himself on his toes a little and a shudder went through him. Susan stared at the way the head darkened when she squeezed just behind it. As she rubbed more of the perfumed lubrication into his flesh, she pulled his foreskin back to expose his hot barb. For the first time she realized the danger she'd let herself be dragged into.
"Nate, I'm scared. I don't want you to hurt me."
"Everything good hurts a little. In the beginning, anyway."
"Noooo!"
Sensing her fright he locked her braceleted wrist through the chain again and went around to where her cunt dripped hot juice onto the stone. Her ass was perched on the edge of the rectangular stone dais and when she tried to close her thighs, Nate grabbed her ankles and forced them apart.
"Ohhh, God! I'll die! If you put that thing inside me, I'll die!"
Nate pushed her knees wider and touched her clit with the hot tip of his big penis. She throbbed with pleasure as he rubbed up and down over the tender lump. Tingles of joy spread quickly through her belly and down her legs. But she was still scared shitless.
When that rounded glans pushed deeper into her young vulva, she felt the strain, the stretch of her dainty petals as they curved out around it. Susan gave frantic cries as she squirmed in fear on the stone place of sacrifice. It would be like getting fucked by a donkey! it would tear her in two!
"Stop fighting me," Nate growled, kissing her neck hard. She felt his teeth and his fingers and that big, hot glans pressing harder against her clit. Then Nate was easing it down her crevice, down towards her cherry.
"Oh, God in heaven," she gasped, writhing to keep out of hi way. But she couldn't turn her body because of the restraints on her wrists and she couldn't slide away from that stiff, hot barb. it pressed against her virgin membrane as Nate leaned over her. He kissed her nipples, sucking them rhythmically as he pressed even harder against her cunt.
"It hurts!"
Holding her head between both hands, Nate covered her mouth with his. It seemed he was trying to suck the air from her lungs. But the kiss was so sexy that she couldn't concentrate on what was happening to her poor little slit.
He lunged suddenly and a stinging pain shot up through her belly. She tried to cry Out but Nate's kiss grew deeper, wetter, hungrier.
"Mmmmmmuuhh," she moaned, feeling him jerk forward again. The movements were small but strong. And she knew that her hymen was vulnerable in that position, her thighs apart, knees drawn up. She tried to straighten her legs but Nate grabbed both her ankles and pushed them back hard against her buttocks. He lunged again and this time the stinging sensation made her scream. Something was tearing inside her!
"Ghhhaaaahh," she babbled, ass dancing like an animal trying to escape. Nate was panting hard now that the tender head of his cock had made a small tear in her body. Now that he could feel the lovely heat of her virgin cunt!
"Susan," he moaned, licking her neck, her shoulders. His hands petted her writhing body as if to make her forget the pain. But no sooner had she stopped whimpering than Nate had hardened his tongue, pushed it deep into Susan's mouth and fucked his cocktip another inch into her bleeding young cunt. Susan twisted away from his kiss.
"Yaaahhhhh," she cried, belly heaving. She could actually feel that thing going into her. All her life she'd wondered what that was like. And now that it was happening there were no words to describe it. Her vulva seemed to squeeze around the tumid, throbbing shape as it penetrated her. Her insides were tight too, squeezing their slick flesh down around the shaft. Her muscles seemed strongest where her hymen was being ruined and when Nate had managed to force his glans past this constriction, her body squeezed behind that swollen head. Nate gasped as he felt her body convulsing.
"Ahhhh," he panted, eyes glazed with lust. " ... what a hot little princess you are ..."
"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God," she groaned, weak from the pleasure that was building. Through the sting and hurt of being torn, hot thrills surged over her flesh. Her nipples seemed to be on fire and when Nate began to kiss them again, Susan was secretly relieved. She couldn't hide the fact that it felt good. She arched her back, pushing the immature swells up so that he could eat more of them. And her ass danced a different dance on the stone. That thick shape that was hurting her was doing other things, sexy things, things too incredible to believe!
"Ohhh, Nate," she gasped, sliding deeper into the high, hot dream. Fucking! So this was fucking! But it had hardly begun.
The feathers that dangled down on each side of her mound were damp with blood and dripping cunt juice. The head of Nate Brewster's cock was imbedded in her cunt but stuck so tightly that when he pumped his ass, it didn't slide much. She knew how small she was in comparison to his huge penis. Maybe it was impossible for him to make love to someone as young and immature as she was.
"I'm going deeper now. Got to stretch you ... "
"Nooooo! Ohhhh, stop it! This is awful!" Susan was frightened all over again. She realized for a moment that her poor little cunt would be sullied forever, that Nate meant to do even more perverse things to her than this. But as he moved rhythmically between her quivering thighs, the friction blanked out her mind. She pumped back, unable to control her excited body. Now his cocktip was sliding inside her clasping tube. Her clit stretched as the flesh was pulled away from it. Hot juice trickled down onto the stone and for the first time Susan heard the sucking, slurpy sounds of a cock going in and out of her cunt. And it was going in so far!
"Ohhhhh, it's sliding up into my belly!"
"Yeah ... ohhh, yeah, Susan!" Nate Brewster pushed his chest down against her tits as his hips moved, danced, plowed forward to force another inch of thick cockshaft past the tightly muscled opening into her body.
"It's touching me in such a weird way! It-it-"
"You're so soft and hot up inside. Softer than any woman I've ever had."
"Ohhhh, God! I'm getting so stretched. It's going to hurt if you put it in any deeper!"
"I'm only halfway in now." Nate held her ankles firmly, keeping her legs bent back, keeping her young twat stretched wide. His thick penis surged forward and back, juice clinging to its sides. Susan knew that his flesh was smeared with her blood too. Because she could feel the hot ooze of it as more of her hymen was destroyed.
"Ohhh, I can feel the tip of it! Ohhh, God, it's like a big knob tearing me up!"
"And exciting you," Nate said, kissing her white neck. Susan threw her head around and whimpered but knew that he was right. As much as it hurt, as much as she was afraid, the exhilarating tingles of sex made her sigh and squirm wildly on the stone. She squirmed on that spike of hot meat that was caught in the clasping depths of her pussy.
Nate was undoing the chains that had held her wrist bracelets. He pulled her up gently, careful not to hurt her with his prick as he changed her position.
"Hold around my neck."
"But ..."
"Do as I say."
Susan clung with both arms around his neck as he lifted her up, his hands spread under the hot firmness of her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around his waist too, trying to keep her weight from pushing her down any farther on that barb that was stretching her young pussy so cruelly.
"Uhh, ohhh, God, it feels like I'll never get loose!"
"Be a nice way to live," Nate whispered into her ear. "To have that lovely little cunt of yours squeezing me forever!"
"Nate ... ohhh, I can't think straight anymore. I feel like I'm in another world."
"I told you it would change your life." He let his hands slip away from her ass and Susan cried out and clung tighter to his neck. She realized that the only thing keeping her from being skewered was her grasp of Nate's body. But her legs were weakening and she couldn't hold around his neck much longer either.
With a cry she slipped down harder against that big prick that had stabbed her. Blood trickled down Nate's balls as her hymen was ruined a little more. She felt frantically with one hand, felt the bruised, torn petals where her teacher's cockshaft was disappearing into her dripping vulva! It made her shiver excitedly to realize just how much of it was inside her belly now.
"You're fucking me!" she cried.
"It's not the first time you realized that, is it?"
"No ... but it feels bigger! It's going in so deep!"
"That's it, little princess, keep wiggling!" An ecstatic look had spread across Nate's face. Susan had lost her hold around his neck and now her long fingers hooked uselessly over his shoulders. Her weight sagged, pressing her cunt down around his hard prick. The sound of more of his shaft sliding up into her pussy made her drool against his chest. Then her legs lost their scissor hold of his waist and she was speared to the hilt!
"Ghhaaahhh," she moaned, her long legs quivering. One of them swung loosely, the other still hooked over Nate's hipbone as she tried to lift herself off that feverish stake of cockmeat that throbbed deep in her cunt.
Nate took her back to the dais of stone and with her ass perched at the edge again, he made her lie down. By now she was stretched enough and wet enough so that he could actually fuck her. Gently at first, he thrust in and pulled out. The barbed head of his prick seemed to be dragging her guts out of her body. But the next time he moved like that the friction was less. Her flesh became juicier and plumper and now he was thrusting rhythmically, fucking deeper, pulling back farther.
These sensations of being speared again and again made Susan realize she was still very ignorant about sex. Because as the friction built into wave upon wave of pleasure, the thrills overlapped and reinforced her excitement until she was squirming and crying out in an agony of shivering tingles.
"God! Ohhhh, god, I didn't know!"
"Deep ... you're really deeper than I thought you'd be." Nate kissed her tits and this time the heat of his mouth sent skyrockets of ecstasy through her body.
"Uhh, uhhhh, Nate! Ohhhh, it's rubbing me. Your cock is rubbing me like crazy!"
Her clit and her inner lips were being stroked by the sliding, sucking shaft! She wiggled and humped her hips up and down. She gasped and dug her nails into her palms.
"Yeah, Susan!" Nate pumped faster. The sound of their passion echoed in the circular room. The flickering candles sputtered as one or two went out.
"Ohhh!"
"Yes!"
"Nate!"
"Sweet girl!"
He kissed her, felt her body with hungry hands. His hips slammed and pounded her. His balls bumped her ass. And that cock! That feverish, hard cock went in and out of her dripping pussy until she thought she'd scream. She did scream! She screamed and heard her own scream as the muscles in Nate's belly hardened against hers.
"Yaahhhhh!" she gasped, her muscles convulsing as the hot thrill of climax jolted up through her. "Nhhhuuubhhhh!"
"Susan, baby!" Nate was fucking with quick, frenzied movements now. Susan could feel the head of his cock being smeared by her juicy linings. The heat of her clinging, clasping pussy must feel good to him, she thought, squeezing her long legs around his waist as he probed the secrets of her depths. He was gouging and stabbing her into a frantic seizure that made her jerk uncontrollably. The itchy pleasure pounded through her now, sucking the air from her lungs, and making her nipples grow stiff and tender.
"Ahhhhh," Nate bellowed, his muscles twitching. Deep inside her Susan felt the flood of cream. It boiled out with steady spurting power. It was dripping from around the edges of her torn cherry. It dribbled down her ass and the hot stickiness of it added to the lusty pleasure she felt.
"Ohhh, Nate, you fucked me! You really fucked me good!"
It was true, Susan thought, her life was changed. She didn't feel like the same person at all. She felt ... all cummy and hot and swollen. She felt like she would die if she couldn't get fucked again somehow!
When Nate eased his cock out of her body, her muscles squeezed at it like they didn't want to relinquish the throbbing shaft. Nate bent down and kissed her fresh wound and Susan whimpered as her ravished cunt squeezed tight.
She was in a dream-like state. Nate Brewster was carrying her back to camp, her damp feathers dangling behind her ass. He put her inside her tent and cleaned her up a little before kissing her again and disappearing. Susan had tangled, restless dreams. She thought she heard voices in Nate's tent. It was Mona begging for something.
Susan tried to listen, tried to make out what was being said.
"I watched you fuck Susan," Mona said. The wind blew away her next words. But Susan heard what Nate said next. "And now you want it too."
"Please, Nate! Ohhh, please! I've always obeyed you. I've done everything you ever wanted." The wind came up again and Susan couldn't hear the rest. She felt disturbed by what she'd heard but could she really force herself to go and see if anything was actually taking place in Nate Brewster's tent?
"He wouldn't touch anyone else, would he? Not after what we did together?" Susan decided that this was being overly romantic. Somehow she managed to crawl to the entrance of the tent and walk on trembling legs to where a dim light illuminated Nate's tent. Nate was on his back on the foam mattress. Mona was naked, hovering over his cock. She was jacking him, exciting him to hardness with smooth jerking movements.
Nate gave a soft moan and Mona straddled his body and eased herself back towards the dark, fat head of his cock. Susan couldn't watch anymore. She glimpsed a smear of the girl's juice spreading across Nate's glans and then she was hurrying away, tears on her cheeks. But what was she crying about? She'd submitted to him against her will hadn't she?
In her sleeping bag she hugged her belly and cried and decided she hated Nate Brewster. But when the sun came into her tent the next morning, a hunger gnawed at her cunt. It was the kind of hunger that she couldn't ignore. And now she realized that it didn't matter whether she hated Nate or not. Because however she might feel, she knew she'd do anything to have that hot, throbbing cock stabbing her again!
Chapter Eight
Betty Brewster and Les returned the following morning with the equipment Nate needed. And no one was really surprised when he announced that the expedition would be heading back to the city in a few days. There were more measurements to be made and some photographs of the inside of the kiva but the expedition would return to the campus after that. Dr. Brewster implied that there would be papers to present and other scientists to talk to about his discovery.
But Susan knew that the real reason he wanted to get back was her. After all, hadn't he told her that he'd discovered the kiva some time before? Her head was still spinning with the vivid memory of what he'd done to her on that ancient stone dais. The feathers she'd worn were stuffed deep into her duffel. They were stiff with dried cum and blood but she wanted to keep them. She wasn't quite sure why.
As work around the kiva progressed, Susan tried to behave as if nothing had happened between herself and Dr. Brewster. Mona knew of course but other than a few envious glances, she kept the secret to herself.
Strangely enough there was a glow on Betty Brewster's cheeks. And when Susan heard Nate speaking in low tones to Les she had a feeling that there was something going on. Had Nate actually talked his young graduate student into seducing Betty? Susan kept her eyes and ears open. And sure enough she saw Les give the doctor's wife a pat on the ass when he thought no one was looking.
But it was the looks Nate gave her that made Susan's blood heat up. He seemed to be promising more to come. Now that she wasn't dazed by the ritual of his seduction, she realized the difference between them more vividly.
She was a sophomore coed of tender years, seventeen of them to be exact. She was still maturing physically and mentally and the power Nate was exerting over her was incredible. Whenever she was near him she could feel the lusty vibes. He never touched her and that was really even more titillating than if he'd sneaked secret feels like Les was doing with Betty.
Mona seemed to be in a constant sulk. It was obvious that she was second best, a kind of helper that Nate called on when he needed her. It made Susan tremble to remember how the dark-haired girl had prepared her for the sacrifice of her cherry that night.
The day came for departure. Susan lost herself in the job and tried very hard not to think of sex or anything related to it. But for two nights now she'd slept restlessly and the dreams that had haunted her were always erotic. She'd awakened from one just as she was about to come. Instead of enjoying it, her climax had been too sharp, too intense for pleasure. On the ride back to the city, Nate broke out a bottle of cognac to celebrate the success of the expedition. Susan promptly got drunk and had to throw up at the first rest stop. Nate washed her face with water from a canteen and insisted that she stay the night with him and his wife. Betty Brewster seemed totally without any suspicion.
Sitting in Dr. Brewster's living room, Susan began to feel better. Nate made her a special concoction to soothe her stomach. It was spiked with alcohol so that she wouldn't feel her hangover so intensely.
"Betty had some things to do at the school," he told her.
"I really feel well enough to go to my own apartment," Susan said.
"No, you need a bath and a good night's rest. After I'm through with you, that is."
"Dr. Brewster, I think it would be best if we forgot about what happened up there at that kiva," Susan began. Nate's piercing eyes stopped her.
"It's up to me to decide what I think is best for you." He touched her ear. A tingle went through her. She tried to think of a way to say no. Instead she heard herself saying something else entirely.
"Yes, sir."
"Stand up." It was clearly an order. Susan stood up, her eyes down cast. "Take off your clothes.
"But ... "
"You heard me." Nate wasn't angry. But there was something in his tone which said he could get angry very quickly. Susan's nipples throbbed as she peeled her t-shirt and undid her shorts.
"There," she murmured.
"Panties too."
"Yes, sir." Susan half turned to peel her underwear off her bottom. There was a trace of blood in her crotchband and Nate smiled when he saw this remnant of the wound he'd made in her with his big cock. Now it was his turn to undress. Susan made an effort not to watch him. But his body was almost perfect for a man in his forties and that thick, long prick had been so deep inside her young loins that she felt hypnotized by the shape and size of it.
Nate led her upstairs and into a plush, tiled bathroom. The sunken tub looked as big as a small swimming pool and as the steamy water rose, Nate made Susan join him. Before the water rose above her breasts, Nate's hands were all over her. Then he commanded her to soap his body.
Fingers shaking, Susan spread lather across his shoulders and down his back. He breathed raggedly as she rubbed the foamy slickness around his balls and prick. Just the slide of that thing through her palms made her pant. Her cunt was remembering the fucking it'd gotten.
"You belong to me, now," Nate said, kissing her mouth.
"I ..."
"I want total obedience. You understand, don't you?" He said it in a gentle way but there was no nonsense in the way. he looked at her.
"Yes sir. I understand."
"Whenever I want you, you'll give yourself to me."
Susan nodded. Her fingers were sliding up" and down his cock, soaping him. Nate splashed the soap off and gave her a nod, his hands urging her head down. He was sitting on the edge of the sunken tub, his penis jutting out its full nine inches. Susan gave a little whimper as she fit her lips around the darkened tip. Then as that hot knob slid along her tongue she began to cry. Not because she was scared or disgusted but because that thing in her mouth seemed so right now! It was the missing part of her life since Nate had debauched her up in the mountains. She slurped hungrily at the hot and tender lobes, spit running down her chin to mingle with her tears.
Nate petted her shoulders and neck and touched the place where her lips were stretched around his shaft. He let her suck him until she could feel the wild pulse starting in his groin. Then, gently, he forced her head back. His cocktip came free of her mouth with a soft pop.
"Let's get out, now," he whispered, half lifting her from the water. Nate toweled Susan dry and she leaned against him weakly as he rubbed her white flesh red. Then he carried her to his bedroom. She lay on the bed twitching and squirming her hips. There was something about the way her teacher looked at her that made her half crazy. All she could think of was sex now. She was his slave! She'd give him anything he wanted. She trusted him completely.
"Pull your knees up," he told her. With an eager gasp, Susan obeyed.
Nate was holding an expensive camera. He came close to her and as she heard the snap of the shutter, a jolt of pleasure made her groan. Nate was breathing hard too, excited at the prospect of recording her youthful beauty. He took close-ups of her freshly scrubbed cunt. He even made her hold her mound apart with her fingers as he photographed the squishy, feverish depths of her crevice.
Now he lay on his back on the bed and ordered Susan to crouch between his open legs, ordered her to suck him. With the fingers of one hand in her cunt, Susan licked the hot plum of his cocktip while Nate snapped off more pictures. He photographed her tongue just touching his orifice, got a shot of her plush lips sliding down over the rounded surface of his glans. He got pictures of her taking his prick to the back of her throat and licking his balls and biting along the sides of his shaft like she was eating bar-b-que.
All her life Susan had thought that the kind of pictures Nate was now taking were the nastiest things in the world. But since she was the subject and since she was under his control, the sound of that expensive shutter was like a sexy kiss instead of something wicked.
"I want you to fuck me, now," Nate told her, putting the camera aside.
"I ... I don't know how."
"Figure it out for yourself," he smiled. Susan looked at the smoldering length of rigid cockmeat. Her cunt was running lubrication down both her thighs but it seemed as impossible now as it had that first night. She was so small in comparison to Nate Brewster's oversized penis. The head almost filled her mouth when she sucked it in. And to imagine that thing going into her body without any help from Nate made her moan.
Susan got astraddle of Nate's body, her knees bent, her mound just above his cock. Then she held the heavy shaft up with one hand and moved back against it.
It was something she'd never done before so it wasn't easy to get the angle right. And the heat of Nate Brewster's cock, the velvety rub of that glans against her cunt made it hard to concentrate on what she was doing. Her pussy bloomed out, full of blood and juicy. She held Nate's cock with thumb and forefinger as she rocked her hips and backed against it.
Susan was excited enough just feeling her cunt being gouged by that throbbing erection. But when she watched Nate's face, her excitement quickened even more. It was obvious that the touch of her cunt against his hot penis was having an effect. When she pumped her hips gently, trying to find the place where her body opened, her soft and slickened flesh smeared juice across Nate's glans. And by now Susan had discovered that that swell at the end of a man's prick was the most sensitive part by far.
"Ohhh, I'm not very good at this. I guess I'm a little scared."
"That makes it even better."
"Do you think I should really be here with you Nate?"
"I'll be the one who decides where you'll be."
"Yes, sir." She swallowed and lowered her lashes. Her fingers tightened behind her teacher's cocktip. " ... there. I think it's right there."
She backed harder against the spike of his cock. There was a sliding sound as her vulva opened out against the force. She could feel her aching hole slide down over the tip a little. She was sore from being fucked that first time. Susan bit her lip and see-sawed her hips. The squishy sounds grew louder.
"Uhhh," Nate moaned.
"Ohhh, God!"
"Yeah ... push harder now."
"Ouch, it hurts!"
" ... push! Push, damn it, push!"
"Uhhhh, it's going in! Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhh ... so big!"
Susan could feel that barbed tip about to slide past her ring of muscles. And when the circle clenched behind Nate's glans a shuddering pleasure made her grunt like a hungry little piglet. She couldn't believe the bewitching way her teacher's cock seemed to control her. With that swollen knob inside her she was totally in his power. And while she knew she was being terribly wicked there was nothing she could do about it.
"Yes," Nate groaned, eyes glazing with lust. "Ohhh, God, yes!"
Susan moved her ass gingerly, testing the tightness of her hole around Nate's penis. He moaned deeper as her youthful muscles squeezed him, as her dainty, feverish flesh wet his tip with girlish juices. Susan was beginning to understand her teacher's passions, his lust for her. She was a willowy beauty of seventeen and he was in his forties. He'd deflowered her, he'd been the first to push a cock into her virgin pussy. And now he wanted to be the only one. He wanted to habituate her to having that giant penis sliding in and out of her cunt.
"It's filling me up!" she whimpered, rocking her hips as she pushed back. With Nate under her, Susan could feel her pussy slipping tightly around his penis as she carefully pressed back and down. Her toes were pointed and fanned from the excitement that surged through every nerve. Her knees were spread on either side of Nate's body. Her hands braced the upper part of her torso as her V long hair dangled over the fronts of her shoulders, sweeping Nate's chest as she tossed her head.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, hearing the crackling wetness of her cunt as more of Nate Brewster's prick disappeared between the pink, stretched folds.
"Yes, Susan, you're doing fine." Nate pulled in a quick breath, held it. "That cunt of yours is a miracle. It moves inside! God damn how it moves!"
Susan understood what he meant. She could feel her own convulsions, could feel the rhythmic squeezing deep, deep inside her body. Her slippery flesh was squeezing and sliding around the swollen head of Nate Brewster's cock. When her muscles contracted, it was impossible for him to pull his penis back, impossible for her to lift her pussy off of him.
Then her cunt would relax again and she could squirm her hips and lower her weight back against that steamy shaft, skewering herself ecstatically. It came to her like a cosmic truth that a female's cunt was probably the slickest, softest, warmest thing in the whole universe. And her sweet little cunt belonged to Nate Brewster.
"I can't believe how deep it's going," she gasped, eyes fluttering with excitement. Nate pulled her down to kiss her mouth. She let him feast on her lips, suck her tongue and nibble at her chin until her pussy was contracting more rapidly than before. She lay across his strong chest, her breasts flattened, nipples caressing him. Her slim hips hunched gently. That huge chunk of meat inside her caused her to be cautious in her movements. When she tried to tilt her hips too radically, that hot tip gouged a little too hard.
Nate dug his fingers in her hair, let his palms slide down her narrow back. His hands cupped her quivering ass cheeks and he pulled, pulled her down another inch on his erection. For an instant, Susan flushed with shame.
"What if my father knew what I was doing," she whined.
"Why should he ever find out."
"If he looks at me, he'll know."
"Don't be silly." Nate kissed her mouth hard and she forgot her fear. She was pulled into the force of his personality again. She felt weak and helpless and totally incapable of escape. Her young ass danced up and down as the last inch of Nate's big cock went into her. She felt that throbbing glans brush across the opening to her womb. He was so very deep inside her! She was caught on him, her pussy milking at the rigid shaft as if it knew his balls were full of creamy sap.
"Now straighten your legs, slip them between mine."
Gasping from the erotic effect the movements had on her cunt, Susan straightened her legs and closed them between Nate's thighs. Now her cunt was even tighter on his big penis, tighter and hotter. The tightness sent shivers of pleasure up her body. Her ass cheeks glowed red. Her pussy leaked more hot butter. She began a slow, circular movement, grinding against his public bone. Her toes were more pointed than ever, her calf muscles standing out in relief from the tension her movements caused. Nate was panting hard, his fingers digging into the small of her narrow back. She tried to imagine how it must feel to him to have a slim, small-breasted young girl writhing around on top of him, her cunt speared full of cock. She decided that it probably felt heavenly. It certainly felt nice to her!
"Hhhhaahh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, God, Nate, God!"
"Yeah, Susan! Ohhh, yeah!"
She couldn't seem to stop moving. She'd never thought of the possibility of being on top. The only stories she'd heard concerning sex had the man on top. Like Nate had done that first time in the kiva. When he pulled her face down into the hollow of his neck, she knew he wanted her to kiss him there. She licked and sucked and bit, her firm young bottom rising and falling all the while. She dipped and danced over him, easing her clasping flesh up until just the tip of his cock was still inside and then shoving down, taking him as deep as she could. His penis throbbed and bulged! Her cunt squeezed back.
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, nipples extending to rub against Nate's chest.
Nate had been keeping pretty still but now he begun to writhe on the bed as Susan pumped her bottom. The slurpy sound of her cunt around his cock seemed to excite him as much as it did her. She couldn't just lie there! She couldn't keep herself still! She had to wiggle and hunch and dig her nails into his shoulders as the fever built inside her.
Wavelike convulsions went along her pussy. The spasms squeezed Nate's cock in a soft, rippling way and she knew that it wouldn't be long before he spurted. To imagine that happening sent her off into a gasping, twitching fit against him. She was really getting crazy now! She seemed to be itching all over! There was a burning tickle around her clit that no amount of rubbing helped. In fact the more she rubbed the feverish cut against the hilt of Nate's cock, the more intense the tickle became.
"Susan! Ohhhh, God ... "
"Uhh, uhhhh!"
"Faster, baby, faster!"
"Ohhhh, Nate, ohhhh, God in heaven!"
"Jesus!"
"Deeper ... want it deeper!" But already the tiny orifice was pulsing against the mouth of her womb. She felt Nate's muscled body go hard beneath her. Her toes pointed and came off the bed. She had squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could and her ass lurched uncontrollably, her slim back arching, then humping as she fucked herself on that hot chunk of cockmeat.
"Uhhhhhh," Nate groaned, his arms tightening around her body. Susan felt the head of his cock stretching her insides as it swelled. Then the spurting force, the powerful convulsions came. Floods of cream filled her. She pumped faster, babbling and drooling on Nate Brewster's chest. He kissed her hair and dug fingers into the crack of her ass as she fucked him with total abandon.
A sloppy mixture of juice and cum leaked from the edges of her hole. And the sound of her wiggling, the sound of that hot prick sliding in and out of her young cunt was breathtakingly erotic.
In his passion, Nate rolled her half over, pumping furiously all the while. Then she was on top again, knees bent now so that she had more freedom of movement. She milked the hot curds from his prick, her strong muscles pulling at the stuff, sucking it out of his tube until Nate trembled and gasped for mercy.
"Yaahhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmhhuuuhhh," Susan cooed back, half unconscious from the fury of her climax.
For a long time they lay there panting in each other's arms. When Nate rolled her over and eased his cock out of her cunt, Susan clutched her tummy and moaned as she felt that blood-filled barb drag at her insides. She sat cross-legged, staring down at the creamy rivulet which dripped from her stretched pussy. She was swollen and gooey with her teacher's gism. Then she was aware of Nate standing close by, his cock near her lips.
"Suck," he said. Susan didn't bother to refuse. She cradled his sagging erection in her fingers and began to lap up the cum that clung to his shaft. She worked carefully around his tip and back along the underside of his penis until he was glistening clean. The taste was familiar and had a comforting effect on her. The fact that Nate had demanded it of her caused sexy tingles to glow up in her well-fucked cunt.
Nate carried her to the bathroom and they enjoyed another bath together. She felt more in his power than ever now. His every wish was her desire. Whenever he wanted to touch her, wherever he wanted to touch her, Susan submitted. When he had another erection from their touching underwater, Nate commanded Susan to soap him and jerk him off.
"You mean, you could come again?" she breathed, eyes wide as she gazed at his cock tip thickening under its clinging foreskin.
"Try me."
Susan had never masturbated a male before: But sliding her fingers up and down Nate Brewster's throbbing penis did have an exciting effect on her. She watched that plum-like head grow darker and hotter, watched the skin get taut. As the soapy lather smacked between her fingers, Nate stretched his body back in the water and a quivering pulse began up inside his groin.
"Ohh!" Susan cried as the jets of white cum leaped into the air. It fell in glops across her forearm, dribbled down her fingers. Some fell into the water and she watched the creamy strings spiral down and out of sight. The way Nate's cock jerked in her tight grasp was something she'd never forget.
"Tomorrow I'll have a surprise for you," Nate told her later. He kissed her goodnight and went downstairs to await the return of his wife. Susan pulled the sheet up to her chin and tried to relax. But she still felt like she was caught in a strange dream, a dream she hadn't the strength to escape from. Or was it a nightmare?
Chapter Nine
Susan thanked Betty Brewster profusely the next morning for letting her stay over while she wasn't feeling well. There seemed to be no suspicion in Betty's eyes. But there was something else. A kind of inner glow, a knowing satisfaction. Susan couldn't help but be curious about the arrange men Nate had made with Les. It seemed almost certain that Les was doing stud duty for Nate's wife. Les was keeping her happy, keeping her interest and titillated while Nate concentrated on enslaving Susan!
And she was enslaved. When Nate spoke to her that morning she jumped. He drove her over to her apartment and told her he'd meet her in class later that week. Since Dr. Brewster's course was the only thing she was taking that summer, there seemed no way out of seeing him again. Not that she didn't want to see him. But did she really? Was it just fear that made her submit?
Once out of his presence, Susan began to feel her independence again. She could almost think of herself as being normal. She even had a little cry over her lost virginity but since her heart wasn't really in it, she stopped the maudlin display and went with her roommate to a local tavern.
The joint was known for not being very strict as far as identification went. Susan had two beers and ordered another. Her roommate was babbling on about this and that but Susan didn't feel much like talking. She was trying to sort out what had happened to her during the past few weeks. She smiled, wondering what Sarah would think of the story. She smiled again, knowing that her roommate wouldn't believe one word.
"Not even if I showed you the feathers," she murmured.
"What?" Sarah looked curious.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
A boy asked her to dance and Susan said yes. He was tall and good-looking and seemed more than just casually interested in her. But somehow the fire wasn't there. After being forced to suck Nate's cock, then ritually deflowered in a prehistoric kiva while wearing feathers over her ass, a college boy seemed a little bland by comparison. But she didn't want to be Nate Brewster's slave did she?
"Kiss me," she asked the boy who'd danced with her. He'd just come back from the bar with a couple of fresh beers and his surprise was obvious.
"Sure." He gave her a kiss, a shy, somewhat cautious caress. Susan tried to get into it but the memory of Nate's stabbing tongue and hungry hands haunted her. When she got up to leave with Sarah, the boy seemed surprised that she didn't want to stay and dance some more.
"I'll see you around," she said.
Halfway across campus, Susan parted company from Sarah and drifted towards the anthropology building. Sure enough there was a light on in Nate's office. She stood for a long moment in the hall, her hand on the doorknob. Susan didn't remember turning it. She didn't remember going in. Suddenly she was just there, standing before Nate Brewster, her breasts rising and falling as she felt his eyes on her.
"I'm glad you dropped by, Susan." Nate's handsome face was creased with a smile. "Because I want to fuck you."
"Yes," she murmured, looking down at her hands. "I knew you did."
"Turn around and face the wall." Susan did as she was told. Nate came up behind her, pulled up her skirt and jerked down her panties. His finger rubbed up into her vulva, spreading her hot juice around until her cunthair clung in dark whorls around the squishy opening into her vagina.
"Stand on your tiptoes now," he breathed. Susan stood on her toes and pushed her bottom out, her back arched sharply. Nate pressed the head of his cock up against her cunt and worked it back and forth to get it good and juicy. The friction made Susan whimper. She felt a little ashamed at how little resistance she offered now when Nate wanted her. Yet she felt bound to obey him. The power he held over her was intensely erotic.
"Ohhh," she whimpered as his prick rubbed harder against her dripping folds. He worked her clit into a hot nub of pleasure and then slipped back to nudge her hole again.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered. Susan did as she was told. Nate tied her wrists with something, it felt like his tie. With her feet parted and out from the wall she leaned against it with face and shoulders as Nate probed with his prick. Her slit opened to his probing and her ass cheeks quivered as he lunged upwards. Now she was stretching on tip-toes as that thick glans stretched her muscled opening and sank into her heat with a slick sound.
She could imagine how it looked, how carnal it really was. She, a seventeen-year-old college sophomore with her thin wrists tied behind her back, her panties hanging around one ankle. Nate, a highly honored professor, standing behind her with his cock shoved into her cunt. His fingers held her hips as he gouged and plowed deeper. Her juice crackled slickly and Susan let out a shuddering breath. It was so thick! It was going into her so deeply! But this time she knew that her teacher was going to come first ... Her cut wasn't being rubbed enough with his prick slipped in from behind. He fucked faster now, panting against her shoulder, one arm looped around her tummy.
"You sweet, little, teenaged bitch," he growled, his movements becoming more frenzied. Susan closed her eyes, squeezing two tears down her cheeks. Only days before Nate had called her a princess. Now she was a bitch. But that thick shape in her pussy made up for it. There was no feeling like it in the world. With a weak gasp she tried to let the tingles around her cut take her. It was too late.
Holding his cock all the way in, Nate spurted.
"Take it all, Susy!"
"Uhhhh," she gasped, drooling against the wall. She wasn't going to make it but the grinding thickness of Nate Brewster's prick against her vulva did feel so good! Now hot cum was sliding down the insides of her thighs. She heard glops of it spattering onto the rug. Nate held her slim hips and pumped his passion out.
For awhile he left his pricktip tight against her womb. When at last he eased it out of her, he didn't bother to untie her hands. She turned and stood there facing him, cum glistening on her cunt hair, white strings of it drying on her legs. She pulled at the knotted tie he'd used to bind her wrists.
"I think I like you like that," Nate smiled, sitting down ... "Just let me look at you awhile."
"Nate ... I ... "
"Shut up. You've got to obey me, remember?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's all part of our little game."
Susan nodded weakly.
"You do like our little game, don't you?"
Susan nodded again. She felt so naked, standing there before him. She felt naked though only her panties were off. Did she like what Nate was doing to her? She didn't seem to be able to decide. She only knew that when he beckoned, she responded. Even when he didn't want her, she wanted to give her young body up to his carnal lusts.
"Come and suck me," he commanded. Susan went over to where he sat and got down on her knees. Her hands were still tied behind her. Nate enjoyed her teary look as she dropped her lips to the head of his cock. She lapped up the cum and sucked his glans between her teeth. Now she was nibbling him gently, her tongue playing along the underside of his tip.
He wasn't very hard yet and she bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue in every way possible to excite him. Nate didn't seem in a hurry. He caressed her neck and cheeks with his fingertips while she sucked on him. Slowly, throbbingly, his prick began to thicken again. She felt the blood surging back, felt the head stretch tautly into the fat, barbed shape she knew so well.
"Mmmmuuhhh," she moaned, slurping at him hungrily, the saliva dripping down her chin. What was there about sucking his huge cock that made her so excited. Maybe it was not knowing when that thing might erupt into her mouth. Maybe it was because she was beginning to crave the flat, hot taste of male semen. Susan shivered. It was the first time she'd truly faced the fact that she was addicted to cum.
But Nate wasn't going to let her have any.
"You'd like to have a climax, wouldn't you?" he teased, caressing her long brown hair. Susan nodded, afraid to look at him Nate got down on the rug by his desk. His cock was jutting upwards at an angle, fully hard now and throbbing with trapped blood. Susan knew that if she wanted pleasure from that thing, she was expected to do it for herself. And she did so much want to feel that tingling hot explosion!
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, coming over to him. He had taken off all his clothes now but she was still partly dressed. Nate reached up and jerked down her skirt. His fingers worked the front of her blouse open too, peeling it back over her shoulder so that her small tits were exposed. But other than that, he did nothing.
It wasn't easy to straddle him, not with her hands tied. She used her face against his chest as she wiggled herself into position and slid back. But his cock hit her at the wrong angle when she tried to skewer herself on it. Without her hands to hold it still, she was having a hard time.
"Uhhh, I want it so bad!" And it was true. Her hot little cunt opened and closed like it could hardly wait to be shoved full again. That last fucking had been wonderful but Nate had finished before she'd felt that final, maddening thrill. And he seemed to be enjoying her difficulties in trying to get his cock into her young twat.
"You really do want it, don't you?"
"Yesss! Ohh, Nate, help me! Please, help me get it in." But Nate just laughed. She wiggled her pubes down against his belly and inched back. Juice dripped from her, juice and cum. Now she felt that hot, firm head. She rocked her hips to one side and pressed back more. The streamlined tip eased between her outer lips and then between the more dainty, juice-slickened inner folds. Hot thrills dazzled her. A sexy glow spread through the entire lower part of her body. She was so close!
"Uhhhh, uhhh, God, it's almost in!" There was a slurpy sound as the thick glans nestled into the soft hollow where her muscles pinched her cunt together. She tried to relax, but the muscles wouldn't respond. The only thing that would open them was the smoothly rounded tip.
"What a sweet little hole you've got," Nate gasped, his eyes getting that glassy, lusty look. "God, it's squeezing all around my tip."
"Whhuuhh," she babbled, squirming back against that stiff flesh. It went into her cunt enough so that her muscles slipped behind the flared part. "Got it!" Susan cried, knowing that there was no way for that feverish prick to escape now. Her youthful muscles had it trapped inside her. She wiggled happily, spearing her mound deeply with the jerking prick. As her hot flesh surrounded Nate's erection, as she let her claspsing folds cover him to the hilt, Nate ground his ass around on the rug and moaned.
It wasn't going to take Susan long. She'd built up lots of tension in her efforts to get that hard, hot thing inside her body. And now that it was sliding so wonderfully deep, her cut bulged out to be rubbed by the hilt of the thickened shaft. Grinding her hips in frenzied circles, Susan felt electric thrills surge through her.
"Ohhh, Nate, ohhhh, I'm gonna come already! Ohhh, God!"
With her hands still tied behind her back, her long hair flying, Susan arched her back down sharply, then humped it up again. The slide of her juicy vulva against the base of Nate's cock felt wonderful. Her clit was being rubbed into a smoldering nub of super-sensitivity. Deep inside her that hot knob stretched and stabbed. Nine inches of hard male cock and it belonged to her. At least for now! As Susan began to come, now was all that mattered.
"Ghhaaahhh, Nate ... whhuuuhhh!"
Her trim ass jerked and quivered as she tried to touch her pussy against every part of Nate's erection at the same time. She fucked herself with it, sliding her tight tube the entire length, squirming violently as her juices flowed.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!" As Susan came, she tugged against the tie that held her wrists behind her back. The helpless feeling intensified her excitement. Her cunt spasmed, tightening around Nate's cock.
"Susan baby," he moaned and she felt the rippling power as his body responded to her frantic writhing. Hot spurts of cum filled her for the second time that day. Her cut was bathed in creamy slickness as it throbbed like a tiny sun. Waves of pure pleasure made Susan's breasts quiver as she lifted herself slightly then sank against Nate's chest once more. Her bottom plunged up and down, as she stabbed herself over and over and over again on his cock.
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhh, I'm gonna die, it's so good!"
Even though the sharpest part of her come had slipped away, Susan continued to wiggle. It was a glowing, comfortable feeling. To have her stretched pussy so full of cock seemed the most perfect thing in the world. She almost refused to get up from him when Nate gave her the order.
"Nhhoo," she whimpered, pulling slowly away from the slickened shaft. "Ohhh, I wish I could keep it in me forever."
Nate untied her then and watched as she rubbed her wrists. She didn't have anything to clean herself up with and he didn't offer. She pulled her panties up against her dripping, cum-smeared mound and got her skirt on. She was just buttoning her blouse when Nate got a bottle from his desk and put two glasses out.
"Thank you," she said when he offered to pour cognac for her. She sipped the heady stuff, then slugged it down. She was trembling. She needed a drink.
"I hope you're not dating anyone special," Nate said. "Because I'm not going to be bothered with some young swain hanging around with his tongue out. I don't plan to share you." He filled her glass again.
"I feel like a child," she said, taking another big swallow of cognac.
"You're my sex child," Nate grinned. He took something from his desk and came over to her. It was one of the gold bracelets she'd worn when he'd deflowered her that night in the kiva. He snapped it around her wrist, locked it and hung the key around his neck. The loop at the side of the bracelet reminded Susan that a chain could always be hooked through it. It gave her a chill. A chill that she enjoyed more than she wanted to show.
"It seems like such an expensive thing for me to wear around."
"Nobody would believe it's made of gold. And it looks good on you."
"I guess there's no way to take it off?"
"No. Except with this old key." He finished his cognac and turned to his desk. "But I've got some more work to do tonight, so you'll have to excuse me."
Susan turned at the door but Nate was leafing through papers so she closed it quietly behind her and hurried across campus to her apartment. She felt strange about the golden bracelet locked on her thin wrist. The ancient markings were impossible to decipher but she'd read enough to guess the story they told.
The bracelet had probably been used on some young girl long, long ago. A girl who was owned by some rich man. A girl who was his slave, probably his sex slave. And now she had inherited the position as well as the bracelet. No one would ever suspect that it was anything but an attractive piece of jewelry. Not even her father would know that Nate Brewster held the key, the only key. And that he had chains too. Chains that fit into the little loop so her hands could be bound with the utmost of ease.
"God, what's happening to me?" she whispered to herself. "Why do I enjoy that so much?" But it was a fact that she did enjoy it. She like it though she knew it was a wicked way to behave. The slick rub of her cummy cuntlips made her tremble as she hurried on. Already she was thinking of the next time Nate Brewster would defile and debase her. And she would give in. For she was a willing slave.
Chapter Ten
Susan had been back east visiting her father when she heard what had happened Dr. Brewster had been accused of seducing an underage girl, one of his students, it seemed. His wife had started divorce proceedings in the meantime and Nate Brewster had been forced to resign from the university. By the time Susan returned for the fall semester, the scandal had died down somewhat but Nate was no longer in town, and his position had already been filled by someone else.
Enrollment for the new year was as confusing and troublesome as always and when Susan signed up for a higher level anthropology course, she was curious about what her new professor looked like. Though she kept her eyes peeled for a new face she noticed no one seemed to be in charge of the department, Dr. Brewster's old department.
On the day of her first class, Susan couldn't stand the suspense. She went down the hail to where Nate's old office was. On the door was a new name and she took a nervous breath, knocked and nudged the door open a little.
"Dr. Edwards?"
"Yes, come in." The man who stood from behind his desk seemed too young to hold a doctorate. He had a head of thick blond hair and when he took off his glasses he looked athletic rather than studious. He smiled good naturedly, waiting for Susan to explain her presence.
"I'm Susan Thompson. I ... " She wanted to say that she came with the job, that she belonged to him now that Dr. Brewster was gone. It was funny how strongly she wanted things to be that way. Even though she'd never met this man in her life.
But as she hesitated, trying to think of something to say, Dr. Edwards noticed the gold bracelet on her wrist and came across the office quickly.
"Where did you get that marvelous bracelet." His quick eyes scanned the piece of jewelry and then he gave her a surprised look. "Why, this thing belongs in a museum."
"There's no way to get it off," she murmured.
"It must be quite precious," he went on, touching the strange markings. When he took off his glasses again and looked into Susan's eyes, she blushed. "Almost as precious as the wearer."
"I just wanted to ask if you needed any help settling in. I gave Dr. Brewster help at various times." She blushed again, realizing what this new professor might think now that everyone knew the charges against Nate Brewster.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I could use some help. Why don't you drop over to my apartment tonight. Say eight o'clock?"
Susan seemed to be caught by his eyes. She felt herself nodding, heard herself mumble something in answer to his request. It felt very much like the way her emotions had always responded to Dr. Brewster's commands. But this young professor with the good looks and sparkling eyes wasn't ordering her to do anything. It was his voice. It made her cunt get damp and her heart jump wildly in her chest. Since last seeing Nate, Susan hadn't had a single date. She hadn't so much as thought of boys her own age. But she had been obsessed with sex. She had wild dreams of what had happened to her in the kiva. She daydreamed about Dr. Brewster's shameful treatment of her during the summer school session. And she longed for a drink is of hot cum. The longing had grown to a maddening desire. A desire she knew she'd have to submit to eventually.
When she appeared at Dr. Edwards' door that evening she could hardly think straight. There was no reason to feel that he would be like Nate Brewster and yet she was all tingling inside as if a part of her sensed something she wasn't quite aware of.
"You can call me Cal," the handsome young professor told her as he poured her some wine and asked her to sit down. There were boxes of unpacked books and papers strewn here and there. Cal's shirt was half unbuttoned and Susan could see his muscled chest. She'd never seen blond hair on a man's chest and there was something about it that turned her on. Her short red dress seemed to turn Cal on too.
"The real reason I asked you over," Cal said, "was to try something out. It's that bracelet you have ... "He opened a small, wooden chest and pulled out what appeared to be a golden chain. Yes, a chain. But when he brought it closer, Susan saw that it was engraved with the same mysterious markings that graced her bracelet. Before she could say anything, Cal had slipped the catch on the end of the chain through the loop in her bracelet. She let out a sigh. It was as if all the things that had happened to her were climaxing at this moment and with this new young professor who was taking over for Nate.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, brushing a finger across her forehead. "You seem flushed."
"I ... I ... ohhh, God, that chain." She swallowed hard. "It makes me feel so strange."
"Why don't you stand up and I'll show you the manner in which these two curious gadgets were used. They were probably used on slaves. Sex slaves owned by rich landowners ... "
Cal had pulled her wrist behind her back, wound the chain once around her neck and was watching her reaction. Susan knew that she wasn't hiding anything very well. Cal could see her panting. And he had to smell the hot musk that was rising from between her thighs. Then it happened.
Susan was being kissed, kissed hard. Cal Edwards pulled her down to the sofa, her arm held behind her back by the chain. He kissed her and she kissed back. She was starved for kissing, for the touch of a' man's hands on her. And with that golden chain restricting her movements, the pleasure was intense as it throbbed through her young, damp cunt.
"Uhhh," she sighed, writhing under him. Her dress was being pushed up. Cal had his pants off now and she glimpsed his cock before he reached to turn off the lamp.
"Ohhh, what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to fuck you, just like Nate Brewster did. You see I've had this chain for years and I knew Nate had the matching bracelets. But when I was able to get into his safe, I found only one bracelet."
Susan was breathing raggedly as she felt the matching bracelet being locked around her other wrist. Then the chain was passed through and her wrists were bound close to her sides. Buttons popped as Cal jerked the front of her red dress open to expose her soft, young tits.
"Ohhhh, God, you're big!" She could feel his cocktip pressing into the hot swell of her cunt. Cal had a cock every bit as big as Nate Brewster's oversized penis. And Cal knew what to do with it too.
"You're mine now, my slave."
"Yes," she moaned, her pussy stretching out to fit around the young man's glans. He pumped his hips slowly, testing the tightness of her vagina. Susan panted wildly, her ass making frenzied circles on the cushion of the sofa.
"You'll do everything I say," Cal hissed against her ear. Susan nodded. She felt weak from the emotional storm that washed through her. Her cunt was being filled, speared with Cal's stiff cock. It was like she'd waited weeks for him, as if she had known that her hot little hole would be filled again. She pumped her hips up and down, feeling his stiffness sliding deeper. Her juices leaked out onto the sofa and the wet, sliding sucking sound of sex filled the room.
"Damn, you're even better than I hoped."
"You knew?"
"When I saw that bracelet." His mouth covered one of her breasts and Susan whimpered and writhed as his tongue brought the pink nipple up stiffly.
"Whhuuuhhh, ohh, God, ohhhh, wow!"
"You love to be fucked. You live for it, don't you." Cal had her hips in both hands as he lunged powerfully against her brown cunt curls. Her juices squished as her cunt had to make more room for him. She could feel his flared glans gouging deep, deep into her body.
Susan felt like she could come any moment. But Cal sensed her hot excitement and slowed down. Now he teased her unmercifully, pulling his cocktip all the way out of the her smoldering hole and petting it up across her clit until she lifted her ass from the sofa and thrust it up and down, whimpering all the while through flared nostrils. If her hands would have been free, she would have grabbed that hot, fat cock and stuffed it back into her pussy again.
"A girl like you would just get in trouble on her own," Cal whispered huskily. "So I'll move you in with me. You can write your father that you're living with your boy friend. Lots of girls do that nowadays. And I'm sure your old man would approve of my academic credentials."
"Ohh, don't tease me any more," Susan begged, only half hearing what Cal was telling her. She jerked at the chains that held her matching bracelets. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Cal smiled and let his cocktip slide down against her hole again. She lurched up and down, her cunt petting his feverish tip. Then he shove it to the hilt again and Susan's long lashes fluttered as she gurgled deep in her throat.
"Whhuuhhhhnnnn."
"Yeah, you're mine now. All mine."
Her red dress had been pushed up around her waist, the top stripped down to expose her white, firm breasts. As she squirmed in a delirium of sexual excitement, Cal held onto her long and willowy body. She wondered how it felt to him to have his cock speared so deeply and for her to be twisting and jerking and wiggling like a fish out of water. It felt good because she heard the growl deep in his throat. His cock tip bulged and she closed her pussy down around him at the same time. Cal growled again and his fingers went into the muscles of her ass. Then he was spurting hot cream and her cunt was drinking it up as she continued to thrust and plunge and cry with pleasure.
It was the next morning, the second day of classes when Susan glanced at her watch and saw that Dr. Edward's class in Eastern Civilizations was nearly over. He made a final point and seemed about to dismiss the students when his eyes met Susan's and he hesitated.
"I'd like to see you after class, Miss Thompson."
"Yes sir," she replied, blushing. As a classmate passed, he leaned close with a smile.
"You the teacher's pet already?"
"Of course not, I ... " Susan smiled to cover up her reaction. She waited in Cal's office until he arrived. Neither of them spoke. Cal brushed the long brown locks back from her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he brought the gold bracelets together behind her, locking them. Susan sank to her knees as Cal dropped his pants and shorts. His cock looked beautiful to her. And the blue head was so hot, so soft as he rubbed it against her cheek.
"Nhhuuhhmmm," she moaned as he forced it between her lips. Tomorrow she'd move into Cal's apartment with him but today there was only this present moment, this carnal hunger to satisfy. Her lips tightened again and Cal seemed to be choking as her velvety tongue stroked and sucked at his big cock. Then the thick cream was pouring down her throat and bubbling out of one nostril. She sucked him until streaks of cum glistened on her tits and her chin was coated with the stuff. But even then Cal wouldn't unlock the chain from the bracelets. It was as if he wanted to gaze upon his new, young slave. Susan stayed kneeling there, panting softly as her new master's cum dried on her face. She kept her eyes down, waiting for him to unlock her. But when he pushed her onto her back she gave a whimper of surprise. The next thing she felt was Cal's mouth pushing up against her naked cunt. Straining against the bracelets Susan sighed with pleasure as Cal's tongue searched out the delicate, tender places between her plump young lips. Being a slave wasn't half bad when a girl had a master like Cal, Susan thought, her slender hips plunging as she rubbed her hot cunt up and down against his hungry mouth.
