The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this soft of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
It had taken Phyllis Avalon until she was twenty years old to convince her parents that she was old enough to spend a summer out from under their protective wings. She wanted to do something to help earn her way through college. She wanted a sense of independence.
"That's understandable," her father was quick to agree.
"Yes, it certainly is," her mother joined in. "When you're old enough."
"But I'm twenty now!" Phyllis had pointed out desperately. She had not wanted to hurt her parents but had just about decided to run away if worse came to worse.
"Well, we'll see," her father mumbled from behind his paper.
"Yes, we'll give it some thought," her mother smiled before rushing upstairs to change clothes for her garden club meeting.
Phyllis was lying in bed watching her sheer summer white curtains being blown into the room by a soft spring breeze, wondering to which distant city she ought to run away, when her mother came home from her club meeting. Phyllis heard the car roll in on the gravel driveway, and she could not help but think how important her mother seemed to be. Every night of the week seemed to be a meeting night for one club or another, and mother was an officer in every one. Was this what Phyllis was going to do with her life? She was sure that was what her parents expected of her. Phyllis had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, but the prospect of spending it at club meetings was somehow terribly depressing. Women became all sorts of interesting things now like journalists and ambassadors and even Senators, but she knew her parents looked upon this sort of thing as unreal, at least for their daughter. One day Phyllis had even pointed out to them that being a career woman didn't seem terribly different from being a club woman!
"That's not the same thing at all," her mother had insisted.
Actually, Phyllis agreed with her. It was not the same in that her mother was only playing at being someone important when she went to her club meetings. It was all a game, like when you're small and want to be a mother but can't, you play house with dolls. When Phyllis had visited her father's office for the first time as a small child, she wanted to work there, but, of course, she was too young. Instead, she kept a box of papers and cards and pencils and a rubber stamp her father gave her that said, "paid", and played office at home. Well, that's what her mother was doing when she went to her club meetings, playing at being someone she wanted to be, someone as important and influential as her husband seemed to be, perhaps, instead of just a maid and mistress. Phyllis didn't want to play at being important and independent. She wanted to be really independent!
There had been a soft knock on her bedroom door about a half hour after the car had pulled in.
"Come in," she had called, surprised.
"I didn't want to awaken you , only to find out if you were still awake," her mother said as she slipped into the quiet room in the shaft of light from the hall. "I was talking to Shirley tonight about your desire for independence this summer, and she seemed to think it quite in line with the way things are being done today," her mother sighed, seating herself gently on the edge of the bed. Shirley Chisholm was her mother's best friend. Phyllis's heart quickened. Shirley was an influential advocate to have on her side.
"What did she say?" Phyllis asked avidly, propping herself up on her elbows in the bed.
"It seems that Constance has the same waitressing job on the Cape at Lambert's that she had last year, and Shirley recommends that you accompany Constance this summer...."
"Great!" Constance was Shirley's twenty-five year old daughter.
"Now just a minute," her mother hedged. "I have always been suspicious of Connie's strange desire to wait on tables during the summer when her teaching position would enable her to vacation on the Cape during the summer if she so chose...."
"Her mother told me she's saving money to go to Europe!"
"Her parents have already sent her to Europe."
"But don't you see that she wants to go herself, as a result of her own efforts? She wants to go where she pleases as long as she pleases."
Her mother sighed. "No, I don't see, dear, but Shirley assures me that she understands so your father and I decided that as long as you can be with Connie...."
"Oh, Mom!" Phyllis had thrown herself around her mother's neck enthusiastically but then drew back quickly as her excited mind moved on to the next step. "But now I'll have to apply. Did you get the address?"
"Apply?"
"Of course! You have to apply for a job, Mom. You don't just walk in...."
"But why do you have to work?" Then the whole battle had started over again. There were further discussions with Shirley as well as secret consultations with her father that Phyllis only heard about second hand before the young twenty year old finally received permission to spend the summer actually working. By the time it was all straightened out with her parents, she had been afraid that there would be no chance to get a job there, but Connie had taken care of everything! Not long after Phyllis wrote Mrs. Lambert asking for a job, she received in answer that Mrs. Lambert had understood that she had already hired Connie's friend, Phyllis Avalon, on Connie's recommendation several months before!
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"All right, sweet potato," Pete broke into her thoughts. He was pointing meaningfully at his watch. He was the cook in charge of the Lambert's kitchen when John, the chef, was not working. For reasons beyond Phyllis's comprehension, the chef did his work very early in the morning, starting around two or three o'clock so that he was gone before noon and not there at all for the heavy meals the rest of the day.
"Pete, how come John is the chef but you do all the cooking?"
"Who does all the cooking? I don't cook," he grinned. "I send the waitresses back to work on time. Get going, sweet potato!"
Her lunch hour ... half-hour ... was over already. She had been there two weeks and still hadn't become accustomed to bolting her food down in such a short length of time. She wanted to learn to do things the way everyone else did, but she wasn't sure it was healthy. Consequently, she was never finished. She looked at her plate regretfully. The food here was splendid. The help was not allowed such things as steaks and lobsters, but this vegetable salad was made of garden fresh vegetables, and she would like to have eaten much more.
"Terrible waste of food," Pete noted, scowling at her half-filled plate which she was in the process of lifting onto her tray to take to the garbage and the dishwasher.
"I ... I'm sorry," she stuttered, embarrassed to be making yet another mistake in front of him. God, there were so many mistakes a girl could make in this business! She had never realized what it would be like. For one thing, people who worked in restaurants were very short tempered and unpredictable. They had little use for patience or human understanding, but flared out hotly at each other over the slightest provocation, it seemed. On the other hand, their feelings didn't seem as vulnerable as hers were, and they forgot their differences as soon as their work interceded. For example, it seemed as though every day Sarah, the salad girl, did something to the salad that John didn't like. The salads were the last things he checked before going home, and he would rant about how she was putting too many tomatoes in or putting too much on each dish or drowning them in dressing.
"Can't you ever learn to do things right!" he would scream without any justification that Phyllis could see. Sarah would go right on doing whatever she was doing, paying little attention, and apparently unembarrassed by it all. John was the chef, the boss of the kitchen, but Sarah pretended he wasn't even there. Then the first few orders for lunch would start coming in, and John would hurriedly follow her example, helping her to put the finishing touches on her array of salads, and treating her as though they were the best of friends. The first time Phyllis had heard John speak to Sarah like that, she had sympathized with the middle-aged woman after the hot-headed chef had left.
"How can you take that?" she asked in surprise.
"Take what?" Sarah had asked, sincere puzzlement in her kindly eyes.
"His yelling like that."
But the woman had really forgotten it and went back to her work mumbling and not bothering to question further. She would learn, Connie told Phyllis later, that normality was not something people in the restaurant business expected of each other, and that was the fun of it all! Phyllis noticed that Connie was not bothered by the sharp and frequently unjust criticisms that the cooks hurled at her in the kitchen sometimes, especially when they were busy. The most horrible part of it, Phyllis soon learned, was that you weren't allowed to defend yourself! And Connie agreed with this philosophy!
"It's not a matter of who's right and who's wrong," Connie told her. "You can't spend a half hour arguing to find out that when the customer is waiting for his meal!"
"I know that, but ... but...." The discussion had started over Phyllis's heartbreaking experience, her first direct experience, with Pete's temper. He had been so thoughtful with her up until that day. A man about thirty-five, he had a smooth handsomeness about him that suggested an easy-going nature. In fact, he was very serene and quiet to work with usually. The night she had broken her first and, knock on wood, last tray load of dishes, she doubted that she could have lasted without him. Of all nights to be around, John had been there going over menus with Mrs. Lambert. He had come to the kitchen when he heard the crash and with burning eyes had explained to her already shocked brain that each of those dishes cost almost two dollars! He had told her that she was a careless good-for-nothing and that next time she would pay for them or get out! She was beet red and in tears, trying desperately to see to pick up all the pieces when suddenly Pete was there beside her with a broom, sweeping quickly and silently, offering strength in a way she could sense although there was no expression on his face.
But now it seemed that Pete was against her. She had finally been given a long table with twelve people to serve, and they all had roast beef or steak varying from rare to medium rare to medium to medium well to well done! God! How was she supposed to remember which customer ordered what? Mrs. Lambert did not want the girls asking the customers what they had ordered. The girl was supposed to remember. There were three vegetables to choose from and two styles of potato. Everything was served on side dishes, and the waitress was supposed to remember where everything went! Phyllis thought she had solved the problem beautifully by using twelve lines on her order pad, one customer per line with little initials indicating all the choices.
Swinging exuberantly into the kitchen, proud of her foolproof solution, she proceeded to rattle off her order meal by meal to Pete when suddenly he turned around, his brown eyes piercing her to the bone with such fury in them that her knees almost gave way under her, her voice faltered and stopped.
"What the hell is that!" he demanded in a voice so loud she was sure it must have penetrated into the dining room. She was completely tongue-tied. "How many sirloins do you want?" he asked impatiently.
"I ... I...." she bent down not only to count the sirloins, which she had represented by "s" in the left hand column she had neatly made but to gulp down a tear.
"You get the hell over in that corner and you count how many sirloins you want and how you want them done, how many tenderloins and how you want them done, and how many roast beefs and how you want them done, then we'll talk business! None of this jumping around shit. What the hell do you think I am, some kind of computer?"
"I ... I thought it would be ... be eas...." But she was unable to finish and flew in tears to the corner indicated, her face red and her eyes puffy. She wondered how in the world she would ever face her customers! But still he didn't leave her alone!
"And you see it's written that way, too! And how many peas you want and how many corns you call out that way, and that shit better not be on there, either!"
She remembered then that the cooks didn't like the vegetables written on the orders, but why? If only they'd explain themselves once in a while instead of ordering people around like babies! She could barely see through her tears to count when she felt Connie's warm arm against hers. The older girl knew better than to put her arm around her young friend's shoulders and so embarrass her further. She just touched her enough to help Phyllis endure the irritated cook's ugly tirade without breaking down completely.
"I'd like to tell him where to get off," Phyllis sobbed, making out a whole new slip at Connie's suggestion.
"No, don't ever do that," her older friend counseled.
"Oh, but Connie, he has no right treating people like that! He didn't even try to see my point of view!"
"Do you see his?" she asked with a kind of soft amusement.
"Why should I try after that? It's wrong to...." she started to say, but Connie pointed at what she was supposed to be doing, and she bent to it, aware that her customers would be waiting.
"It's not a matter of who's right and who's wrong," Connie told her. "You can't spend a half hour arguing to find out that when the customer is waiting for his meal! In the kitchen the cook is always right, Phyllis. He has to be!"
Then Connie left her to take care of her own customers. Phyllis was vaguely aware that she should have thanked Connie for taking time to help her, but the young novice was feeling too abused to care. Glumly, she made out the new slip in the way Pete would accept and wondered sourly how in the world a waitress was supposed to remember who got what! And she must not write down the vegetable orders at all! God!
Pete was surprisingly patient as she read off the order correctly. He seemed unaware of her faltering voice and didn't ask her to repeat anything even though it seemed to her that some of her words got lost somewhere in her aching throat. In fact, he acted as though nothing had happened, smiling at her as he normally did, and without so much as a single hint of apology to her! She had been taught that one must always apologize for raising one's voice in anger, right or wrong. Or how different this restaurant world was! How crude! How could people possibly exist together like that? How could someone yell at you one minute and completely forget he had done it the next minute?
For the rest of the night she loathed entering the brightly lit kitchen. She was embarrassed to look at Pete and avoided his eyes. She felt so awkward that she was afraid of slipping on the red tile floor and walked on the wooden floor rack by the dishwasher as much as possible. To make matters worse, her large table was the last group of people to leave that night. They were asked if they wouldn't prefer to go into the cocktail lounge, but they wanted to stay at the table and did. There was nothing Phyllis could do but wait since she had let her busboy leave a little early for a date. By the time the table was cleared and everything was refilled and clean for morning, it was almost eleven o'clock!
"Wait a minute," Pete spoke up as she was finally leaving through the kitchen exit for the dormitory, which was an old house about a quarter mile down the road. No one else of the dinner crew was around. Even the dishwasher had left, and Pete was rinsing the dishes from her table and stacking them in the machine to be washed in the morning. She waited with a feeling of relief, certain that he was going to apologize after all. But he said nothing else, just smiled as he held open the screen door for her to go out. "Over here," he said bluntly, walking toward a little red Volkswagen.
"W ... why?" she asked, a little afraid to follow him.
"I'll drop you off," he said, continuing toward the car.
"I ... I don't mind walking ... thanks," Phyllis demurred, stopping and turning to leave on foot.
He didn't press but got into his car and warmed the motor while she started down the road. Lambert's Restaurant was on a hillock in a wooded area and the road between there and the dormitory for the waitresses was completely dark. There was a dim light on the porch of the dormitory, but between those lights there were no street lights. Phyllis knew from experience that soon, around a bend in the road and cut off from the parking lot light, the darkness would be so deep that she would have to feel for the edge of the road with her toe. There was not even a moon. Here and there the bright body of a firefly sparked like a fallen star, but their little twinkles made nothing visible but themselves. Maybe, Phyllis thought, she had been hasty in refusing a ride. After all, Pete was probably harmless. Connie said she thought he preferred boys, but Phyllis was so naive in sexual matters that she was not even sure quite what that meant.
She was not a virgin ... she didn't think. There had been a day, when she was first developing her curvaceous little body, when her friend, Teddy, had shyly and inexpertly suggested a little experiment, which she had barely felt. He had unzipped his pants and slid something up inside of her unaroused little cunt that felt like a kind of finger. She wasn't quite sure what he was doing or whether he had actually done anything at all when he said he was finished. It had been a bland and disappointing experience. There was no blood on her panties because she had taken them off for him. She had intended to look for traces of dried blood on her skin that night when she took her bath but forgot.
She was feeling her way slowly along the side of the road when the headlights came up behind her. For a moment the road was lit in front of her and she quickened her pace to cover as much distance as she could while she could see where she was going. But then her heart sank as the car slowed beside her and she did not dare look. It pulled a little ahead and she noticed with marked relief that it was Pete's little red Volkswagen. He stopped and leaned over to open the door on the passenger side.
"Come on," he said. "Now supposing that wasn't me, huh?"
He was right. It could have been any strange man or even a group of men out looking for what they could find. Now that she thought about it, her legs almost collapsed in terror. Her mother had Filled her with such horrible stories in order to emphasize caution that she had considered them exaggerated at the time, but murders did happen and so did rapes and lots of nasty things that the newspapers were full of. So with very little hesitation now, she accepted his invitation and got into the car.
"Thank you," she mumbled, ashamed that she had feared him before. "I love to walk at night but it is ... I didn't realize ... well, there aren't even stars!"
She missed the slight grin that curled his lips at the corners. "Gonna rain," he said simply and drove right by the dorm before she realized that it had happened. He was sorry himself that it was so dark that he could barely see her. He loved her long golden brown hair and the pert turned-up nose, or it would be more accurate to say that he enjoyed the prospect of being in command of it. Phyllis Avalon had the indefinable stamp of the aristocrat on her, the self assurance and snobby values that any red-blooded male enjoyed ripping out of her, from Pete's point of view. His eyes narrowed speculatively, and the slight grin turned into a little smile that played wickedly over his lips. His gaze traveled quickly over the parts of her body lit by the dashboard lights, drinking in the entrancing curves of her high cushiony breasts, so beautifully enhanced by the tight beige uniform. He noticed the shapes of her gently flaring hips and firm stomach, all accented so sharply by the slimness of her waist.
"We must have gone by the house," she said suddenly, her heart fluttering.
"So we did," he said and stepped on the gas pedal a little more.
"Well, aren't you going to turn around?"
"Not enough light," he explained. "Better to go around the block."
Around the block? Phyllis was not sure but it seemed to her that around the block would be miles unless there were some roads that cut through the woods and back which she didn't know about. There was no way she could know. She stared uneasily at the only thing visible, the broken white line that they were following down the middle of the road. "You could use the white line to turn, couldn't you?" she asked.
"Yep," he admitted and the way he said it made her go cold.
"T ... take me home, Pete," she ordered in a tremulous voice, but he said nothing. He was slowing the car, squinting ahead as though he were looking for a break in the trees. He brought the car almost to a stop as he started to turn into the woods and in a flash she knew that it was her only chance to get out. She yanked the handle, had the door open, and had jumped clear before he could catch her. Now what was she going to do, she wondered in panic? Blindly she started to run back the way they had come not knowing from one running stop to the next whether she was about to put her foot down on the tar of the road or the gravel at the edge. Hopefully she would be able to tell, and, God, hopefully another car would come!
She heard Pete turn the car behind her and then she was running in his headlights, the white rectangles on the road seeming to leap at her as she tried to race the Volkswagen. Then, unbelievably, she heard him gun the motor and felt the car bear down on her too swiftly for her to even think of doing anything but leaping off through the trees. The car turned in and the brakes squealed and she found the trees in front of her a patchwork of light and shade. In one startled minute he was upon her and had her down on the plush damp carpet of fallen pine needles.
"What is wrong with you?" he asked softly as he held her firmly down. "I'm not going to hurt you." But Phyllis was so terrified, she couldn't speak.
Suddenly she felt the incredible softness of his skin against her cheek. She had noticed upon first meeting him how baby-soft his skin appeared to be, and it was. There was not even a trace of stubble on his chin. He murmured now, "Just relax...." and it seemed to unlock her vocal chords. She screamed and finally began to try to fight off his heavy body.
He laughed. "Now who do you think is going to hear you way out here?" he asked, sliding his hand a little higher on her stockinged leg and squeezing her thigh under her skirt. He had her right hand pinioned by his body against her stomach and she struggled to free it but he only ground his own stomach down until she thought her wrist would break. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assured her, "Not if you cooperate," he added.
It was obvious that there was nothing she could do. Her mother had told her that if she ever found herself in trouble that she should kick a man hard in the groin, and she thought now that maybe he would pull his weight off eventually enough so that she could catch him between the legs sharply with her knee. Yet he was not a complete stranger and she had never hurt anything in her life. Suddenly her right hand managed to wiggle free and as he moved to catch it with the hand he took from her thigh, she swung at his face and caught him even harder than she meant to on his cheek. Stunned by the sudden blow, he was motionless for a moment, and then without warning, he bore down on her.
"What do you think I could do to you?" he asked through gritted teeth, "way out here where no one saw us come?"
"How could you, Pete?" she cried. There was something in his tone that told her he really did not want to hurt her but that he would if that was the only way he could get what he wanted. "How could you want it against my will?" He laughed.
"I ain't fucking your will, honey!"
The sound of the vile word sent a not entirely unpleasant shiver down Phyllis's back. He was not rushing. He had not really hurt her, but he was going to have his way. She wondered though why he hadn't kissed her. Wasn't that usually the first thing? Analyzing her own feelings, she realized with shame that she was just a trifle disappointed. No! She must not let herself want him! What a horrible, horrible weakness that would be! Suddenly the grasp of his hand on her left wrist, which he had been holding over her head, eased and the leathery palm of his hand slowly and gently traveled down her arm. She knew that there was no sense struggling and that he was testing her. The longer she struggled, the longer he would keep her here. She pulled her left hand down to join her other one pressed defensively against his chest. Now his strong fingers lifted her slender shoulders onto his arm and finally his mouth came down. She groaned and feebly tried to squirm away as she felt his hand dip downward to softly massage the high, plush mound of her breast.
The naive, brown--haired young girl let herself go then, melting just a little between his strong body and the earth, relaxing in the crook of his arm. She tried to tell herself that she should be resisting him with all her might, no matter what pain he might inflict on her helpless body, but as she lay passively beneath him, she felt little butterfly sensations begin to flit through her belly. Even though she knew it was ridiculous, almost laughably wrong, her starved senses were awakening with desire for the brazen cook who had abducted her. She tried to despise him for it but it felt so wonderful to have a man's lips pressed warmly against her own that her body would not allow her to feel the revulsion she ought to feel. She made a weak display of resistance when he started unbuttoning her dress down the front and yet she did help him when he sought to pull it off over her shoulders and down her arms. In the next moment, she felt his cool hand sliding around her ribs, then wriggling under her bra to cup her naked tingling left breast. As she tried to wiggle away under his unknown touch, he only chuckled darkly and squeezed her breast more tightly.
"Soft tits," he murmured in her ear and the word reverberated down her spinal column, awakening other words, other obscenities, that she had surreptitiously browsed. As she became aware of his grinding his stiffened male penis into the softness of her thighs, pressing her skirt into the crevice between them while he held her captive in his surprisingly muscular arms, the word "cock" flitted through her mind and tingled under her skin. How strange to be a part of this lewdness that she had never more than peeped into with hardly any interest at all. It was like another world that she had never been quite sure really existed. Surely her father didn't tell her mother that she had soft tits!
Pete's fingertips suddenly pinched cruelly at her soft rubbery nipple, and she clenched her teeth tightly together, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her beg for mercy. She would at least show him that she was no coward, that she could take it! She quivered involuntarily as his pointed wet tongue slithered into her ear, making her momentarily forget everything else except this new sensation. A tingling thrill of pleasure raced up her spine and she squirmed in the pine needles. She knew that the last of any resistance was slipping away, and so did he. His hand slid down over her hips and around them to clamp hotly over the sensitive raised quivering pussy.
Then the memory of her father's face flashed through her mind. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to fight with all her strength against the excitement that she could not ignore, the unchecked sensations of delight that were beginning to pound through her unwilling body. The fingertips nipping teasingly at her full firm tits, the hot lips smashing down over her hungry mouth, the virile hardness digging into the softness of her thigh while Pete's other hand played over the tingling mound of her hungry pussy through her uniform ... it was all too much! her and her father's face faded from consciousness. Against her will, soft moans of helpless submission began to rise from deep within her heaving chest. The experience was unlike anything that had ever happened to her in her entire life. She was learning for the first time what it was like to be overcome by male strength, to be taken like an animal in heat, and Phyllis was horrified in a way to learn how stormy was the intensity of her own response.
"You want it just as badly as I do, don't you, baby?" he was saying hoarsely. "I can just feel the heat rising out of that sweet little pussy!"
"No, Pete, no!" she had to lie, sobbing in humiliation and shame as she felt the lewd pulsing sensations of lust surging through her loins at his words. "I can't ... I can't do this."
"Are you a virgin?" he asked, not that it would have stopped him.
"I ... I don't know," she said honestly.
She felt the chuckle heaving his chest over hers even before she heard it. "Guess it's time you were sure," he said, the laughter dying down slowly. Now his weight held her arms securely locked against his chest, but she wriggled frantically, using all of her fading willpower to overcome the whirlpool of sensation that was building up deep in her belly. As the hem of her nylon uniform reached the very tops of her thighs, she felt his fingertips brush lightly over the crotch of her thin, nylon panties. Her breath caught in her throat as an almost electrical sensation rippled over the smooth white flesh of her legs. The lovely girl groaned in horror as she felt his hard finger slowly worming in under the tight elastic legband of her panties, slyly insinuating itself inside until it came to rest on the tender, hair-fringed outer lips of her pussy.
"Just relax, sweet potato," he crooned softly into her ear, reminding her that she still didn't know why he called her that. His fingers stroked gently over the heated crevice between her legs. "You work too hard, baby. This will be good for you."
Despite the fact that she would have preferred to go through this with a man of her own choosing, someone she loved, Phyllis could feel the fleshy lips of her pussy begin to tingle and burn under his teasing manipulations. Her breath was coming in tight little gasps and she could feel her panties becoming wet between her thighs. It embarrassed her yet didn't seem to matter to him. In a desperate gesture of resistance, she clenched her hands into fists and tried to push him off of her prostrate form, but it was impossible. The bulk of his body held her helpless beneath him as his fingers moved freely under her skirt, pinching and teasing at her lower belly and the edge of her cunt until she thought she would scream from the jolts of pleasure that were coursing through her body.
Pete suddenly twisted the nipple of the big soft breast he still held in his other hand, sending a flash of mingled pain and pleasure down the length of Phyllis's spine. He chuckled at her distress, and she uttered a low despairing groan which was quickly smothered by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His devouring wet tongue flicked moistly into her mouth and she squirmed under him in a hopeless attempt to stem the rising tide of lewd passion creeping over her.
"Tell me, Phyllis," he almost sneered as his fingertip rubbed lightly over the juice-moistened outer lips of her hot pussy. His voice was becoming whispery with passion. "Tell me about it now. My finger's soaked with it and your cunt feels hot enough to explode."
As she realized the truth of his words, a tremor of shame washed over the lovely young girl. It was hard to even pretend she did not want it as much as he, and she did know that he wanted her to ask him to make love to her, but she couldn't! There were many things that she was beginning to admit to herself like how long she had dreamed of trying this with someone bigger than Teddy had been. She felt a surging desire in her cunt to feel the thrilling hardness of a man's lust-inflated cock driving up into her belly, and she was sure he was going to do it whether she tried to stop him or not. There was something in her flesh that was wanting it very, very much. Her body seemed mad for a release from a building tension. She had wanted once to try fucking herself with her own fingers but had not quite dared. Her anger, her injured feelings, all other considerations were evaporating now as she responded to Pete's skillful touch. There was nothing she could do to escape him and now as his fingers played maddeningly over her tiny, pink clitoral bud, taunting it into quivering erection, her hips seemed to move of their own volition, pressing her hungry loins tighter against his probing hand.
"Ah, that's better," he hissed his satisfaction. "I knew you couldn't fight it forever. I'm going to fuck you, sweet potato. Now!"
Again the sound of the obscene word brought a startled reaction to Phyllis, but this time she was aware of an uncontrollable thrill of anticipation as she thought of what was surely about to happen. Hating herself for her own weakness, yet too excited to resist any longer, she whispered tremulously.
"All right, Pete. What can I do about it, but please get it over with so I can go home!"
"Bullshit!" he chuckled. "I'm going to make this a screw you won't never forget, little college gal. Now get your clothes off. I want to see that beautiful hot little body of yours in what light we've got."
She felt him raise up her hips and pull the uniform the rest of the way off her body. Trying not to think of what she was doing, she closed her eyes and assisted him to make it easier. She thought maybe ... maybe he would be more considerate if she did. In another second his hands were under her back, fumbling with the fastenings of her bra until she felt a cool rush of air over her lush tits with their dark looking tightly throbbing nipples. She heard Pete gasp in obscene appreciation as his big hot hands covered the soft, fleshy mounds of her quivering tits. Her eyes still closed, she turned her head away from his hoarse breath, trying with all her will to forget where she was and what she was going through. The worst part of it was that she couldn't really tell anyone! If she complained and it got back-to her folks, she'd never get free again! Suddenly she could not restrain a choked gasp of delight as his fingers kneaded and squeezed her quivering breasts, rolling the tingling hardening nipples tantalizingly between his fingertips. The lovely young waitress tensed, then sighed in anguished surrender as she suddenly felt his warm lips encompassing one of the rosy nubs, sucking it into the warmth of his wet mouth until she thought she would scream from the sheer pleasure of the sensation that jolted down into her hungrily aching loins.
"P-Pete, wait ... please, w-wait," she begged shakily as she felt his hot, wet tongue trailing down the narrow, deep valley that separated her round white rose-topped tits. Her stomach muscles tensed like tightly stretched rubber bands as she felt his greedy, slavering mouth moving over her belly, pausing to tease at her navel while his hands worked ceaselessly over her achingly tautened tits. Then she felt his fingertips slipping lightly down over her ribs to her hips, hooking into the elastic waistband of her thin nylon panties. Staring blindly into the chiaroscuro of light and shadow among the headlamp-lit trees, she silently raised her curvaceous hips as he slowly pulled them down over her lovely white ass and on down her perfectly sculpted legs.
"You better take the stockings off yourself," he muttered, "unless you don't care if I rip 'em."
Wordlessly, she unhooked the garter belt while he raised his body, and then she carefully took off the stockings although they had to be full of runs already! Then she noticed that as she did that, he too was fumbling with something. She heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle being unhitched. This couldn't be happening to her, could it? And how could she be looking forward to it with someone she didn't even want? Her whole life had been so simple, so well-arranged. Perhaps she was not ready for freedom.
"Could ... couldn't we talk about it?" she asked, but her already weak voice faded out. As he turned into the light to see what he was doing, his face looked so contorted, so different from the Pete she was accustomed to over the counter. There was nothing in him now but a blind animal passion, a fierce intensity of purpose that left no room for discussion. She wondered idly if there was ever any room for discussion with him. Almost unwilling, her eyes traveled down his body, over the plaid shirt that was still buttoned and hanging loosely down to where she could see that his trousers were now munched down around the calves of his legs so that there was now no obstacle more difficult than his shirt between his genitals and her nakedly writhing pussy. Tears began to spill down her cheeks as the sordidness of the situation abruptly overwhelmed her. And what if someone drove by and stopped? What if they were seen?
"Oh, it ain't as bad as that, now is it?" Pete grinned in the dark shadow above her, sensing the sensual need that lay behind her apparent misery. "You're going to love it, little sweet potato. Look what I have for that tight little cuntal hole of yours. Will that satisfy you?"
Phyllis stared at his body in horror as he positioned himself between her thighs, lifted his shirt and twisted into the light so that he exposed his heavily swollen cock standing out from the thatch of his dark pubic hairs. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief as he grasped the huge thrusting, solid weapon and began to stroke it with his hand, sliding the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the turgid, blood-filled head.
"It ... it's so big," she managed to gasp as he leaned over her in a push-up position, planting his hands on the ground above her shoulders.
"See what you might have missed?" he chuckled down at her. "Now put it in for me. You know where."
"No ... no ... I can't!"
"Put it in," he suddenly snarled, his patience with her obviously worn thin. "Put it in, damnit, or I'll turn you over and shove it up your ass. And...." He leaned hard into her face. "Don't think that can't be done, either!"
After all that had happened to her at the hands of this man, Phyllis doubted nothing. She dared not risk such a brutal threat. Quivering in fear and humiliation, she reached down to wrap her slender fingers around the lust-bloated shaft. It was huge. She had never in her life ever touched a cock, never mind an erected one, and she had no idea that they were so big and broad and so throbbingly hard. Dear God, she whimpered to herself, she would never be able to take all of that inside of her. Oh God, it would tear her apart, she thought in mounting panic.
"Hurry up!" he commanded again. "Put it in your cunt!"
Closing her eyes with a shudder, not knowing what else to do, she guided the stone-hard shaft of flesh into the slit of her frightened ass, poising it between the moist, swollen lips of her cunt. Grasping the smooth, blood-swollen head between her thumb and forefinger, she gingerly placed it at the edge of the hair-fringed hole and gasped at the first soft thrilling contact against the sensitive edges of her dampened cuntal flesh. She could not see his diabolical grin as he began to push against her, clenching the muscles of his asscheeks with the effort of penetrating her relatively unused tightly clenched cunt.
"My God, stop!" Phyllis gasped as the huge, throbbing head forced its way through the moist, elastic lips of her pussy hole. She could feel her tender quivering pink flesh stretching around the monstrous rock-hard cock until it felt as though it would surely tear from the strain of the great, throbbing bulbous tip.
"Pete, please! You're hurting me," she beseeched him, but he continued to drive his hips down toward her body, relentlessly impaling her on the solid fleshy shaft, forcing the massively expanded cock into her cringing passageway inch by torturous inch. She looked pleadingly up into his face, but there was no compassion in his expression, only the lust and frustration that had been building since he had first met the voluptuous young snob. Then, when his hard thick cock was only partially inside her, he could stand it no more. He had to fuck her! He had been waiting too long for her surrender. He had not dared be too forceful, to mark her in any way. He had figured if he played it right there would be no repercussions. Otherwise ... But now he could no longer hold on to himself. His face twisting with the effort, he rammed forward with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks, embedding his prick into her defensively resisting cuntal walls. It fucked into her throbbing hole like a raging freight train, driving the soft, moist flesh of her cuntal walls before it until his balls smacked heavily into the tightly clenched cheeks of her naked white ass.
Beneath him, Phyllis screamed once and then writhed and moaned in near shock, screwing her ass down into the cushiony pine needles in a desperate effort to find relief from the painful skewering. But each time she moved, the fiery blood-engorged lance seemed to stab even deeper into her ravaged raw hole until it felt as though it was going to come out her throat. As the bloated rubbery head banged hard against her cervix, her face contorted with pain and pleading incoherent whimpers rose from deep in her chest. Her hands flew downward to clutch at his hips, futilely trying to free herself of the monstrous impalement.
"God, you're tight, sweet potato, but hot like I knew you'd be," Pete breathed down at her. "Don't learn those things in no college books, do you? How does it feel to have your pussy stretched wide like that? Does it feel good? Do you love it like I do? Or more?" He glanced down between their bodies but could not make out the tangling of their pubic hairs. He could only feel it. In the dim, fractured light, he could only see the gleaming white base of his thick cock buried between the pink moist lips of her rubbery wide stretched cunt. As she struggled helplessly beneath him, he laughed softly, "Don't worry. Can you believe in a few minutes you'll be begging for more?"
"N ... never," Phyllis spat at him now, all passion lost in the struggle to bear the anguish of his brutal impalement. Though she strained desperately to force it out by flexing the muscles within her cunt, each throb seemed only to excite him more and he fucked even deeper up into her achingly deep hole. There was not one ridge or vein on the massive instrument she could not feel as her cunt walls clasped around it like a tight elastic sleeve. Far up inside her belly, the hard blood-filled tip seemed to throb against her cervix like a second heart in her body. The gentle pulsing of the thick shaft within her sent tiny jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her trembling body and she moaned softly beneath him. Suddenly her body quivered and jerked as Pete deliberately flexed his cock within the tightness of her tortured cunt.
"N ... no, I can't stand it!" she protested brokenly, struggling frantically to escape the brutally hard penetration.
Pinning her shoulders more tightly to the ground with his hands, the man fucked his stiff rod again into the hot channel of her throbbing cunt, stretching her inflamed flesh even farther than before. Tensing herself for the agonizing jolt of pain she was sure would come, Phyllis could do nothing but stare up at him, a blank dark shadow, in bewilderment as she felt her discomfort diminishing by the second. Her sensitive cuntal walls were gradually becoming accustomed to the massive invading instrument.
"Oooooohhhh," she gasped breathlessly as the cock flexed again and again, setting a rhythmic pattern to his movements. Her pain contorted face slowly relaxed and he could feel hesitant answering throbs around the head of his deeply embedded cock as her body began to mechanically respond to the hard masculine intrusion. He continued his slow, patient fucking, watching with obscene delight as her nostrils began to flare with growing passion and her soft sounds of pleasure began to fill the woods around them like another kind of bird. Pete knew for certain that he had triumphed when he felt her pelvis begin a slow rocking motion beneath his loins. Man, was he going to enjoy seeing her walk in and out of that kitchen after this!
Phyllis could feel her body reacting almost violently. The agonizing pain had given way to another sensation, a deep thrilling tingle that rose from deep in her womb and seemed to be saturating her body with an urgent need to feel even more of the swollen pole of pulsating flesh that had fucked so viciously into her body only a few minutes before. Her own flesh tingled with excitement and the burning warmth centered in her loins made her cunt involuntarily dilate and twitch around the rock-like pole that filled her. She wanted more of it, wanted to feel the swollen member fucking like a drill in and out of her moist hungry cunt hole. Instinctively, she drove her white ass upward, grinding into her pelvis, but the big dark shadow stayed immobile above her, his weight pressing her back down onto the ground. Barely able to move beneath him, the young waitress felt as though she were going out of he mind with frustration and need.
"Oh please, Pete, do something!" she pleaded finally, looking away, knowing that he could see her face though she couldn't see his, certain that he was grinning with lewd self-satisfaction.
"Ah, so the lovely college girl wants something, does she?" he tormented. Delighting in her obvious discomfort, he went on. "The beautiful sweet potato wants to get screwed, is that it?"
"Yes, please!" she panted, barely aware of what she was saying as her newly awakened body burned with lust.
Savoring his moment of conquest, he gazed down at her, grinning heartlessly even though she couldn't see it. "Do what?" he taunted her, flexing his huge blood-bloated cock again. "Why don't you say it, Phyllis? Tell me to fuck you!"
The pretty young waitress closed her eyes against the evil shadow and silently shook her head. She couldn't do that. It would be the final surrender. She had never imagined using such words. She could not allow herself to do so! It was bad enough that she was unable to escape the humiliating fact that she wanted it as much as he did. She could not see how she would ever be able to face either herself or him again!
"Come on, beg, you bitch!" he suddenly snarled down at her, anxious to hear the words from the snobby waitress. With a low growl, he grabbed her shoulders and dug his stony fingers painfully into their softness. As he roughly shook her trembling body, he commanded again, "Say it, Phyllis!"
"No ... I can't! I can't!" the girl whispered shakily up at him, but even as she spoke the overpowering knowledge of her own long ignored passions melted her last defenses. It was useless to protest anymore. If she could have sunk low enough to allow this sickening experience to happen, to have actually assisted him as she knew she had, it was ridiculous to protest anymore. Though she was deeply ashamed of herself, the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely conquered her protesting conscience. It was no longer a matter of right or wrong. All that mattered was that she wanted him now, wanted his lust-hardened cock to quench the desperate desire that was churning in her hot loins. At last, through angrily clench teeth, she bitterly hissed, "All right, Pete. Fuck me! For God's sake, fuck me now! And ... and I'll never ... forgive you!"
As she almost broke into tears of defeat and humiliation, the cook's face twisted into an unseen obscene leer. This was the moment he had been waiting for, when he could screw this lush-bodied high-class broad until his balls were empty! Relishing every moment, he levered himself to a higher position over her prostrate body and slowly withdrew his deeply imbedded pulsating instrument until only the bloated mushroom-shaped head still rested within the stretched outer lips of her brown--haired pussy. As he felt the intoxicating friction of his hard staff against the smooth, moist walls of her cunt, a new wave of intense passion surged through him and gathering all his strength, he fucked hard into her again. The broad head of his cock pressed the soft flesh of her warm channel, feeling buttery like velvet, until the entire length was buried deep up inside the wet clenching walls once again.
This time there were no cries or pleas for mercy, only the throaty animal sounds of a lust-ridden female reaching for the heights of pleasure. Her trembling hands snaked around his body to claw at his fleshy quivering asscheeks, trying to draw him even deeper into her devouring belly. As he fucked his long cock in and out of her eagerly throbbing cuntal lips, Phyllis's ass bucked upward to meet every fucking thrust, higher and higher to get more of his skewering rock-hard cock.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" Pete rasped as he fucked faster and faster into her with a growing sexual frenzy.
The fires of animal lust were raging out of control in Phyllis's body, and she was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that her starving, wetly enveloping cunt was being filled at last by a fuckingly solid male cock. She strained upward, heaving her soft belly in passion, driving his surgingly cum-filled cock deeper and deeper into her voracious body as she felt her long-awaited climax approaching. She knew instinctively now that that was what was coming!
Pete thrust faster, feeling the last vestiges of control leaving his body. His own passion had reached the point where he could hold back no longer and as her grasping inner muscles rippled around his fleshy staff, he felt the sperm begin to boil up out of his balls. He grunted hoarsely and pounded his pelvis down into her burning loins as he erupted, his hot thick cream shooting deep up inside her wide-stretched cunt well.
What was happening? She could feel the force of his release and it seemed just as though he had taken her to the crest of a great wave and then left her while he rode safely in to shore!
"No! Wait for me!" she cried as she felt his cock throbbing out its creamy charge into her fiery vaginal tunnel. She was so close, so desperately close, and she worked her loins up against him like a possessed woman straining for that peak that she knew instinctively would end her frustration. But it was too late. Already she could feel his cock softening and deflating inside her wildly working pussy, and as she wriggled wantonly against him, the limp organ slipped free with a moist sucking sound. She stared up at the big chuckling shadow that had now got up and was pulling his pants up around his waists again. He was laughing! He was laughing at her!
"Hurry up," he said curtly. "I don't want to run down my battery."
Then she sat up and began to search for her scattered garments, struggling to blink back the hot tears of disappointment and frustration that suddenly burned in her eyes. She felt soiled, stained by the unbelievable lewdness of what had just happened to her and her body throbbed with dissatisfaction. She trembled with horror and shame as she pulled her panties on, noting in the pale light the thin creamy trail of sperm that had dribbled across her leg. A whore, she thought bitterly. Pete had treated her like nothing better than a common whore!
By the time she was wordlessly pulling her dress over her head and had started to button the top, the woods suddenly went pitch black and for a terrified moment, she thought he was going to leave her there and drive off. Then she heard him laugh, turn the key in the ignition and put the lights back on so she could see to stumble her way to the car.
CHAPTER TWO
You would have thought from the bedraggled state of Phyllis's beige nylon uniform, the fact that she was no longer wearing her stockings but carrying them rolled up with a garter belt in her hand, and the pine needles in her messy hair that Connie would have noticed something amiss and made some kind of chaperone-sounding comment. She was sitting up in bed reading when her young friend dragged in a little after midnight.
"I'm sorry I'm so late!" Phyllis began, a little disappointed that Connie had only looked up for a brief greeting and then gone back to her book.
"Late?" Phyllis's older friend studied her watch. "It isn't even twelve-thirty yet. That's late?" Now she squinted at the young girl more carefully. "Your hair if full of dirt. Do you want me to give it a good brushing for you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Connie. I...." Phyllis threw her stockings, garter belt and all, into her laundry bag and then leaned over the tall chest of drawers to study herself in the little mirror on top. She had cried all the way home even though she had tried to keep him from knowing about it, but all around her eyes were still puffy. She opened one of the drawers that was hers and reached for the hair brush. Then she got out her hair blower and placed it on her bed, reached under her pillow for her nightie, and started for the bathroom.
"Are you going to wash your hair now?" Connie asked in surprise.
"I have to. Look at it," Phyllis said. The young girl was so accustomed to being cross-examined by her mother over the most trivial, even imagined, details of appearance and behavior every time she came into the woman's presence, that she found it hard to accept Connie's lack of concern. She slammed almost angrily into the bathroom and adjusted the shower to the hottest temperature she could take. Never had she scoured herself so thoroughly. She soaped her long brown hair so many times that when she was finished and she ran her fingers over her scalp to see if it were well-rinsed, the wet hair squealed like a mouse with his tail in a trap. Finally she emerged from the bathroom so pink and raw-looking that Connie had to laugh.
"What's so funny!" Phyllis snapped at her, tears at the brim of her eyes once more.
Connie swallowed her laughter quickly. "I didn't know anything was wrong, Phyllis. I'm sorry. What happened?"
How do you explain? Where do you start? The twenty year old woman, who was still a child in so many ways, threw herself onto her bed and broke into fresh tears.
"Oh, my God!" her friend exclaimed then, jumping from her own bed and running to hold her roommate tightly as the awful sobs wracked her young body.
"Oh, Connie, it's that awful Pete," Phyllis was finally able to say as her crying began to subside.
For a moment Connie could think only of the battle her friend had had with the cook in the kitchen that day. "Pete?" she asked, bewildered. "You're not still thinking about that...."
"After work," Phyllis managed to mutter into Connie's warm, reassuring embrace.
"What after work?" Connie tilted the lovely girl's chin up so she could study the sapphire eyes she so admired.
"He ... he drove off with me ... into the woods."
"Pete? Pete the cook?" the older girl asked incredulously. spat.
"Did anyone see you?"
"No."
"Well, hmmmmnnnn," Connie commented enigmatically and tried to hold her friend closer, rocking her gently, but Phyllis pulled back.
"You don't sound very concerned!" she hissed at her blonde girlfriend.
Connie bit her lip. Sometimes it was very hard to remember what it was like to be a few years younger. She almost reminded Phyllis that she was the one who had wanted her freedom, but the more experienced girl knew that Phyllis would not understand that there was a price, to pay for freedom and that usually the big, terrible things that happened were not so big and terrible in retrospect but were stepping stones to the very freedom she was after!
"Why don't you just relax, honey," she said instead, "and tell me the whole story from beginning to end?"
And so Phyllis told the beautiful older girl all about the rape in the woods, even admitting to her own arousal, though with some hesitation and confusion. She didn't tell Connie about her frustration exactly but when she was finished and looked up into the older girl's amber eyes, she saw a depth of understanding that made her squirm in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Phyllis," the striking blonde whispered then as she lay her down on the bed, continuing to hold her tightly. "Honey, there is so much that you don't know. You are going to have to trust me, I think. Can you do that?"
"W ... what do you mean?"
"I mean that you took a shower and you washed your hair and you gave me a blow by blow description but still ... still it isn't finished, is it? You're not cleaned of it, are you?"
"N ... no, Id ... don't suppose." The young girl's body was beginning to feel on edge again.
"The reason you were nervous and it was so bad with Pete was because you know so little about the physical side of life, Phyllis."
"He ... he was an animal!" Phyllis almost screamed.
"Yes, men are animals," Connie agreed surprisingly. "But that doesn't mean a woman has no needs of her own. The secret is finding the way to care for them the way you find food to fill your gnawing stomach." She hesitated a moment before continuing. "Let me show you, Phyllis. I've been doing it my way for years, and I bet I can make an orgasm faster and better than you could have it in any other way."
"You're crazy." Phyllis breathed aloud, stunned..
Connie rose from the bed, then went to the bedroom door, locking it. Before she returned to Phyllis, she pulled her nightgown off over her head and threw it onto her own bed. Phyllis was startled at the sudden sight of her friend's long, slender body with its firm upthrust breasts and rosy areolas. Then it seemed as though the older girl stood deliberately still with her legs wide apart to reveal and bring attention to her moist, pale--haired pussy before sinking onto the bed once again.
Phyllis Avalon, so very young and naive, was utterly speechless. Finally she sat up, her body beginning to tremble with confused emotions of arousal and hesitation. "Oh, my God, you're as bad as Pete?" she cried with disbelief.
"Honey, Pete had no way of even suspecting that a twenty year old girl could be as young and naive as you are. Phyllis, you have flirted with him and didn't even know what you were doing. To tell you the truth I would have mentioned it if I'd thought there was any danger. So many of the girls have tried to get that guy, but he lives with an older brother and has never been interested in anyone else, so far as anyone knows."
Phyllis could not suppress a small tingle of pride at Connie's words, but she was puzzled by the tone of her friend's voice when she referred to the cook's brother. "Just because he lives with his brother doesn't mean anything, does it?" The older girl was breathing a little heavily now. "No," she said. "No, of course not." Yet it was clear that her mind was not on her words and Phyllis found herself looking at her friend, even staring at her nakedly exposed body sprawled on the bed. Never before had she seen such abandonment of modesty on the part of another girl. She'd seen many of her friends back home in the nude. She had taken showers in lockers rooms and had been at slumber parties. She had changed into her bathing suit with other girls in her swimming class at school, never even considering that their genitals were exposed. But no one had ever flaunted her genitals with the overtones of sex so apparent, for that was surely what Connie was doing now. One thing she was obviously and shamelessly admitting was that she found sexual relief from her own fingers. This was Connie Chisholm, the daughter of her mother's best friend! What in this life could possibly happen next? Was life so dirty, so sordid, that you had to have sex or lose control of yourself? How could Connie equate sex with food? Ugh!
"I think about someone kissing my pussy," the older girl was almost chanting in a dreamy voice, the amber glow of her eyes almost disappeared behind her sensual lowered lashes. She had rotated her bare white ass down on the sheet, one hand moving up and down over the blonde curls and swollen coral valley of her cuntal lips. "Oooohhhh, I can almost feel it, the warm mouth, the tongue slipping up inside of me...."
Shocked, Phyllis tried to avert her eyes from the licentious sight of Connie undulating her loins and agitating her throbbing cunt, but her gaze kept returning to the strangely exciting spectacle. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her stomach beginning to fill with butterflies. This was Connie, her dear, dear Connie, whom she had loved all her life! As she gazed at her old friend, she could not stop staring at the girl's soft glistening pubic triangle. Her first really close view of another female's private hair and flesh made Phyllis cringe and want to pull away and yet lean closer all at the same time.
"Ahhhhhh," the older girl moaned huskily. "It feels so good, honey."
Her legs bent slightly to allow her hand full access, the lovely young blonde was revolving her fingers in the lust drenched pink cavern of her pussy flesh, massaging her hungry cuntal slit. The glimmering flesh grew rosier with arousal and she breathed harder and harder, her beautiful white rosy-topped tits rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly she reached up and pulled Phyllis down and pressed her head against the girl's nervously rigid shoulder as soft sounds of sensual pleasure rose from her heaving chest.
"Oh, stop it, Connie," the brown-haired girl pleaded. "Please don't do that anymore."
"Why not? I enjoy it. We're the best of friends, Phyllis. Would I encourage you in anything I thought would hurt you? I know there's nothing wrong with playing with yourself and everything healthy about it."
Connie's moist, glistening cuntal cavern was splayed wide for the younger girl's view and the shocked onlooker could even smell the strangely scented female secretions. As much as she wished that Connie would stop, she could not help but understand now the rippling desires that provoked the behavior. Tears of confusion clouded her eyes even as she felt a burning wetness building between her own inner thighs. It was a terrible jolt of self-revelation when Phyllis realized that her own young hips were unconsciously beginning to grind with helpless excitement and that her firm round tits and tingling cunt had actually started to ache in response to Connie's immoral teasing of her own hot loins. A moment later, when Connie slowly dropped her hand from Phyllis's shoulder to cup one of the large rounded globes of her now stiff-nubbed tits, the frightened girl shuddered at the alien touch. For a moment she tried to pull away but the yearning need inside her own body, now twice aroused, spread like wildfire at the soft caress and abruptly she was drained of the will to resist.
She shuddered and almost wept as Connie's hand slipped easily under her nightie and fondled first one nipple and then the other into tingling hardness. Her own breath had come in short labored gasps as she twisted against the mattress in an attempt to regain control and put out the lustful flames that licked unmercifully at her aching loins. She barely heard the lewd and forbidden entreaties that Connie whispered in her ear and yet the scattered words that her dazed brain was able to comprehend excited her all out of proportion. Incredible though it was, she felt her muscles responding in tiny excited spasms when her older friend finally let her finger slowly trail down over Phyllis's stomach to the green panties that matched the top of her nightie. Moaning softly, Phyllis stiffened, straining to wrench her being away from the terrifying impulses of her female nature. Then as more and more thrilling sensations crawled through her belly and swelled the white mounds of her tits under the green nightie that was beginning to feel scratchy, she found it almost impossible to sit still.
"This isn't right, Connie," she protested fearfully. "We have to stop...."
But her blonde friend seemed not to hear her.
"Connie, please!" Phyllis gasped weakly, fighting herself now as much as the other girl. "We're women ... both of us. This is a horrible thing to do!"
"More horrible than with Pete?" Connie had asked quickly, her voice throaty with passion. "You said you didn't like him. Doesn't it feel good with me? Don't you enjoy it, Phyllis? Do you really want me to go away? Tell me!"
Phyllis was unable to answer. She just couldn't straighten anything out in her confused mind. She did not like Pete and she had always loved Connie. How could it be more right with Pete just because he was a man? To tell Connie she was not aroused would be to lie! She stared silently into the amber eyes of her dearest friend.
Now Connie smiled and her hand dipped down between the other girl's parted thighs and grazed the narrow crotch of her panties. When Phyllis trembled involuntarily, Connie chuckled softly. "You do like it, Phyllis. Your pussy's wet. I can feel it through your panties. Poor baby, let me make you feel better. We don't need any Pete around or any other man for that matter."
Phyllis's voluptuous young body trembled with the ecstasy of Connie's touch even as she mentally denied all her friend's suggestions. She began weeping openly in aroused bewilderment, but her hot little body was already beyond her control, writhing on the sheet as though on a hook, the sensations of youthful passion surging through her loins. Barely thinking of what she was doing, the confused young girl turned her lovely face toward Connie who was still leaning on her shoulder. Parting her lips, she lightly kissed the satin skin of her friend's flushed cheek.
"Phyllis, oh, Phyllis! That's beautiful," Connie whispered excitedly. "Take your nightie off, darling, and then we'll both be naked."
Poor Phyllis's mind spiraled with panic. She felt she could do no such thing and yet she already knew that she would have to obey her beloved friend's sweetly murmured command. Slowly she sat up on the bed and crossing her arms, raised her nightie top to her neck, baring her heavy swollen tits to the fevered gaze of the girl beside her. Her breath caught audibly in her throat as Connie lifted her hand from her own pussy and began to caress Phyllis's nakedly exposed breasts, leaving a trail of female juices across the quivering flesh. She squirmed as the hand stroked one pink nipple, making it almost burst with hardness. Ovaling her lips, Connie lowered her lovely blonde head then and, without warning, sucked the rosy bud of flesh into the warmth of her velvet mouth. Her satin lips sucked frantically, and Phyllis's whole breast throbbed with flaming hunger.
The brown--haired young waitress was helpless to do anything but squirm and moan in ecstatic delight. The sensations rolled unimpeded through her writhing belly, her tits shuddering with an uncontrolled passion that had overtaken her body and soul. Fumbling with the elastic waistband of her panties, she frantically slid the scanty garment down over her arched thighs, forcing Connie to remove the hand which was covering her tender pussy hairs. The lips and fingers on her throbbing tits were almost too much to bear by themselves, but the moment the last of her covering was stripped from the young girl's body, Connie's hand was on the mound of her cuntal split, eagerly spreading the inflamed and rounded lips wide apart.
While Connie's fingers rubbed up and down the soft pink valley between her thighs, grazing her throbbing hard clitoris, teasing at the moist, dilated hole of her cunt, Phyllis sighed with the intense desire that knifed through her shapely young body. She collapsed limply back into the mattress, lying prostrate and spread-eagled in total abandonment as her older roommate slowly wormed first one and then two slender fingers into her cuntal hole. Her aroused hips writhed in circles and arched upwards for more of the magically fucking fingers. Then she was stopped, the fingers pulled from her furiously excited cunt, and Phyllis opened her eyes wide, wild for more.
Connie was leaning over her, her amber eyes sparkling as Phyllis quivered in mingled trepidation and excitement. "Honey, I'm going to give you an orgasm like you've never had before," the beautiful blonde promised softly. Her head moved toward Phyllis's face until the other girl could feel the warmth of Connie's breath playing over her skin. "Kiss me, darling."
As the warm lips of her best friend closed over her and a fluttering tongue darted inside her slightly parted mouth, Phyllis stiffened. She was afraid that to be kissed would make what was happening all the more obscene, as if there was actual love and affection between them rather than just a basic urge toward physical comfort and sexual release. Yet, she had kissed Pete and there was surely no love there! Oh how confusing it all was! Connie's hand was cradling her soft head and, after a moment's hesitation, the younger girl surrendered to the insistent wet tongue. Their mouths fused hotly and Phyllis found herself responding with all the passion she had once supposed she was saving for her husband, conscious of nothing but the sensations the deep kisses were spurring in her already trembling being.
"Oh, myyyyyy," she had murmured mindlessly when they finally broke apart. "It's so goooooddddd. I ... I want you to make me ... make me cum, Connie." Her head was reeling with the wild demands of her hotly aroused little body and the blood pounded like a fever under her tingling flesh. Nothing mattered to her but the carnal fact of her need and the delightfully sweet mouth that covered her eager lips.
Then the bed rocked like a boat adrift as Connie changed position. Again the mattress jiggled and Phyllis looked up to see that her best friend had turned around completely on the sheets until her face was resting on Phyllis's thigh, right beside her trembling pussy. But worse than that was the fact that Connie's own moistly glistening cunt was astraddle her own face, level with the tortured sapphire eyes of young Phyllis Avalon! As the poor frightened young girl trembled with a renewed apprehension of what was going to occur, Connie at once began planting long, feverish kisses on the burning flesh down around her naked belly and upper thighs. Her passionate cunt tingled with lustful head, swelling and exciting both the inner velvet walls and the pouting outer lips. Phyllis's brain whirled as her friend caressed her burning lower body with hands and mouth, but she pulled together enough strength to resist the invasion of her loins by closing her vibrant thighs. No one had ever kissed her pussy before ... of course, no one had ever done much of anything else either ... but the pretty young waitress had always been sickened by the very idea of such a perversion as being kissed down there! Yet, here in her bed with her best friend lying beside her, Phyllis found that there was little strength left in her passion-crazed mind to halt the lewd assault.
"Open your legs, Phyllis," the more experienced girl commanded her softly, urgently. "I want to taste your sweet pussy."
In spite of herself, the very lewdness of her friend's words conquered the last of Phyllis's resistance and without further hesitation, she did as she was told, moaning slightly as Connie touched the sensitive pink flesh with her finger once again. She turned her head to one side and her eyes were almost level with the offered triangle of Connie's blonde shining pubic curls and her swollen ruby cunt lips. Then as Phyllis gazed the moist feminine flesh, her friend raised her leg, bending it so that the heated, coral-hued flesh of her cuntal slit was nakedly exposed to Phyllis's wide blue eyes.
The young twenty year old had never dreamed that the private parts of a woman could excite any emotion in her own body, but she found herself trembling at the lascivious sight of the hair-fringed flesh before her. Tentatively, she brushed her fingers over the belly of her best friend and saw that it made Connie quiver and moan with delight. Her smooth skin felt so good to touch that without even thinking, she let her hands play up and down her friend's body, exploring her slender thighs and tautly smooth asscheeks though still too frightened to dip into the narrow pink furrow of hair and moist flesh between her thighs. She just couldn't....
But then she cried out with sudden shock as Connie kissed the pubic hairs just above her own cuntal slit! A muffled sob escaped Phyllis's lips as Connie's long wet tongue snaked out and flicked over her fiery clitoris. All thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion fled in one sudden surge of ecstasy as Connie licked molten swaths down the length of Phyllis's fleece-lined cunt lips, right down to the throbbing opening of her defensively clenched cunt hole!
Phyllis then found herself clutching at her friend's taut white asscheeks with desperate strength and her face tangled lewdly in Connie's sparkling pubic hair as she drew her own thighs upward, giving the older girl fuller access to her cunt. Ripples of shame and self-loathing continued to course through young Phyllis, but all restraint was overridden by the powerful impulses of sensuality and passion. You can't! You can't do this! her mind was screaming at her, but before she realized what was happening, her very own buttery lips and wet tongue were fucking into the fleshy cleft of Connie Chisholm's soft pussy. Phyllis's head bobbed slavishly over her best friend's heated genitals as she abandoned herself to the position. Her nose was filled with the wild deep fragrance of Connie's flowing female juices, and her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's moist mouthings and the excitement of her own lewd actions.
Phyllis obediently continued, teasing the other girl's hard little clitoris as Connie was doing to hers, and she tasted the sweet flavor of Connie's cunt as she kissed and slithered her wet tongue into the pink trembling flesh. All the while, Connie worked over the fleshy walls of Phyllis's own wet cunt. The overly protected girl felt as though her insides were about to explode and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her on fire. Then, without warning, she felt her orgasm overtake her like a volcanic eruption!
The contracting walls of her devouring cunt grasped at Connie's long tongue and her clitoris quivered against the voracious lips and teeth of her roommate. The muscles in her abdomen writhed against the torture of untamed passion and she trembled and gasped as she strove to bring her friend to the same heights of ecstasy.
Finally, she heard Connie's animal-like groan and felt the blonde--haired girl's whole body shudder as wild orgasmic juices poured into Phyllis's eagerly sucking mouth. The two young women quivered and moaned with seemingly endless pleasure, perspiration gleaming over their bodies until finally they fell limp. Their climaxed left them both dazed with satiation. They lay with their pretty young faces cradled between each other's open thighs for a long while until their strength returned. As she caught her breath, Phyllis's pangs of guilt returned. In fact, it was almost as if she hadn't been asleep at all when suddenly the room was ablaze with daylight and Connie was sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking her out of her guilt-ridden sleep.
She startled to draw away before she realized that the other girl was completely dressed in jeans and an old shirt. Connie was shaking a bulging paper bag at her.
"I've been all the way to the restaurant and back this morning to smuggle us some pecan rolls and other goodies so we could take a little hike. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"What are we going to do on the hike?" Phyllis asked flatly. She had lost a great deal of confidence in her old friend and had decided that her actions might be forgivable once but not a second time.
"We're going to walk, I suppose," Connie said brightly. "We can talk, too, if there are still things bothering you. There's a lovely little falls and pond, too, on the side of the cliff you can see from the window there."
Phyllis automatically turned and looked out the window at the scarred stone above the trees. "It looks too far," she commented.
"As long as we don't have to be to work until five today, there's plenty of time to reach it."
Phyllis shook her head to try to chase away the impression that just two minutes ago she and Connie were lying in each other's arms after a lewd session she did not want to remember...."If it's a spring, perhaps I'll jump in," she stated thinly, knowing that spring water was too cold to survive in very long.
Connie smiled, understanding her meaning as well as her mood. "Oh, you'll get over it, honey. Believe it or not. It's just the battle between past and present that you feel. The past always loses. It has to. It's not real. Come on."
Phyllis got up and got dressed in her jeans. Maybe a good hike in broad daylight would drive away the memories of the ugly things that had happened to her in the night. It was not that her friend was ugly. She didn't mean that. But it was so ugly to have to face the fact that you had done such dirty things ... But why did those dirty things have to feel so wonderful?
They turned into the woods along a marked path that could very easily have been where Pete had taken her, Phyllis thought with distaste. She would probably never know the exact spot so that every time she turned into the woods, she would wonder. She would therefore be reminded constantly of that horrible night. She told Connie as much.
Connie sighed. "I didn't appreciate my first time either," she admitted. "It's kind of a waste in a way."
"I should have had the right to have the first time with whom I chose," Phyllis said darkly. After all, Connie had raped her too!
Neither of them knew what to say to each other for a long while and they walked quietly until suddenly they heard the voices of children just around the bend in front of them.
"It's lucky for us there isn't anyone around this early," an exultant teenager female voice whispered loudly. "This was a good place to come, Tony. We could probably do it every day, if we wanted!"
"That's okay by me!" a boyish voice agreed happily. Connie caught hold of Phyllis's arm and kept her from continuing the walk. The older girl placed her finger over her own lips in the gesture of silence.
Another little girl's voice spoke up then. "Tony, are you sure no one comes here this time of day? There's a path...." Her voice was tremulous. "Maybe we shouldn't...."
"Aw, come on, Joanie," the boy answered. "Whoever bothers to come in here? Everybody's working, and the tourists go to the beach. Don't be a chicken now. You wanted to do it, remember?" Connie and Phyllis looked at each other, frowning in puzzlement. They certainly sounded as if they were up to mischief. Connie leaned close to Phyllis's ear. "It must be a witches' meeting!" she whispered.
"Maybe they're planning a robbery," Phyllis answered softly.
Connie looked intently at her friend with amusement in her eyes. She had ideas that it was perhaps not wise to mention. "Let's just sit here quietly and wait," she suggested.
"Why?" her friend asked. "They can start up again after we've passed." But Connie had a restraining hold on her arm.
"Oooooohhh, Tony, it's so hard already," one of the girls gasped in obvious delight. "I can feel it through your pants. Gosh, I'm so excited I don't know what to do first. It's even more fun out here where it's more dangerous!"
Connie felt Phyllis's arm tense. Her young friend was certainly having a super large dose of freedom lately, she thought with suppressed amusement.
"Just take your panties off, first," the boy's more assured but still shaky voice commanded her gruffly. "Then I'll play with you while you play with me. Come on, Joanie. You do it, too!"
Phyllis stiffened in shock as she heard the boy's words and realized for sure what was going on. She automatically took a silent step toward the bend in the path, but Connie reached out and held her back. In defiance, Phyllis was going to speak out loud to her friend, but at that moment one of the girl's voices rose in a breathless delighted murmur.
"Oh, Tony, don't hurt me, but do it some more. Oooooohhh, that makes my knees all wobbly."
The urgent excitement in the young girl's tone of voice triggered an automatic response in Phyllis that both frightened and startled her. Though she had overheard no more than a few words, the lovely young woman knew abruptly what the unseen girl was feeling. The tremulous, half-unwilling passion in her voice was a perfect mirror of the older girl's feelings the night before when Pete had abducted her to the woods. She recalled how her stormy lust had found no relief at the hands of the dark monster until ... But she refused to remember the incident with Connie. It was an event she hoped to bury for the sake of their long friendship. Suddenly she saw that Connie was creeping toward a line of bushes that extended around the corner.
"Oh, Tony, is this how you do it yourself when you play with it?" one of the girls inquired with eager innocence. "Am I doing it right? Wow, Joanie, would you believe this trip? Should I hold it tighter, Tony?"
Phyllis forgot herself for a moment and almost smiled at the girl's nervousness. How well she could sympathize with the confusion of fears, the turmoil of emotions, yet ... she came to herself ... she herself had been an unwilling participant and this unseen little girl was deliberately doing something naughty. She deserved to be interrupted! But the young twenty year old could not get a firm enough grip on her own feelings to barge in. In spite of all her reasoning, she felt in her own body, in the hot rippling between her own legs, the sweet argument against embarrassing the trio of experimenters. She wondered, at last, if the true reason she wanted to intrude might be a desire to see....
"Oooooohhhh, Tony, what a weird feeling! It gives me the shivers," the timorous little-girl voice murmured faintly. "No, don't stop! That's not what I meant! I like it! Oh, yesssss!"
"That's it, Joanie! Faster! Oh, faster," the boy's voice commanded in a choking gasp. "Man, that feels good!"
"Ouch! Not so hard, Tony," the other girl's voice squeaked protestingly, then softened to a gentle, submissive moan. "Oh, do it like that! Exactly like that! Ooohhhh! Shove it all the way in, Tony! Make your whole finger go in! Oh, yes!"
Meanwhile, Connie had moved silently behind the bushes that formed a little wall, winding back in the woods away from the scene but around the bend so that she would be able to see. Now she stopped, her feet feeling rooted to the ground. Her amber eyes grew wide and gleaming as she drank in the incredible, obscene tableau displayed in a little clearing beyond. She motioned to Phyllis to come but the younger girl shook her head grimly. Tony was a vibrant looking little red head with mischief sparkling in his green eyes. His hips were grinding furiously as a slim, dark--haired girl held the straining rockhard shaft of his cock in the clenched fists of her hands, sliding her fingers up and down its soft-skinned length in a milking motion. The other girl was leaning back against a tree, her pale-lashed eyes closed in obvious ecstasy as the boy's hand fucked busily into her hot sparsely--haired young pussy. Connie could barely believe what she was seeing and yet she knew she was not imagining the sight of the youth's middle finger fucking in and out of the hair-fringed cunt hole in sensual rhythm. She had thought she had started early at sixteen! These children couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen years old! She tried to see what the boy's other hand was doing, but that was hidden by shrubbery. Nevertheless, the rapturous expression on the pretty little girl's face told Connie all she needed to know.
How Connie wished that Phyllis were a little further along in her sexual education! The fluttering sensations in Connie's breasts and loins were turning into a raging fire of lust as she watched the three children wantonly fondling each other's burning genitals and she could feel her own cuntal slit becoming moist under her clothing. She could see the exciting looking boy's face change gradually into that of a wild young savage as he watched the motion of the little girl's hand on his throbbing cock.
"Let's lie down on the ground," the youth huskily commanded the two girls beside him. Removing his fingers from the moist pink slits between their thighs, he quickly grasped the hands of the two females and pulled them downward as he sank to his knees and then disappeared from sight.
Quickly, Connie studied the bushes in front of her, walked a little way farther until she could make her way close enough to see again. She heard one of the little girls ask the boy what they were going to do, and she heard the boy tell her to watch Joanie.
"She knows," he said. "You can try it after."
Although she felt almost too close to them now and hardly dared breathe, Connie could see again and she crouched mesmerized behind her protective bush and tree, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts swelling and quivering even more as tremors of growing passion made her whole body shake. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the youth reach up to wrap one hand behind the head of the pretty light--haired girl who crouched on the other side of his hot young body.
"Watch what she does, Evie."
He bent Joanie's neck down toward his loins until her face and mouth were poised directly over the palpitating head of the swollen cock that jutted out of his open trouser fly. He pushed upward a little, his ass lifting off the ground, until the flaring swollen cock-head was pressed gently between the teenaged girl's slightly parted soft lips.
"Oh, Joanie! Are you really going to?" Evie breathed in half-horrified awe. Connie could see that the other girl was really just as uncertain about what she was doing, but as the boy's hand pressed her head relentlessly downward, she allowed her soft velvet lips to brush lightly over the sensitive skin of his prick. Her lips closed at the first touch and Connie, from her vantage point behind the bush, held her breath, waiting for the girl to issue a cry of protest.
"Go on, Joanie," the boy urged her hoarsely. At the same moment, he pressed his free hand between Evie's thighs and the nervous little brunette sighed as she felt his fingers pressing against the aroused flesh of her hungering pussy lips once more. Connie saw the look of apprehension leave the dark--haired girl's face. "Go on, Joanie," Evie echoed the body. "You do it and then I will."
Joanie, clearly reassured by her friend's words, parted her buttery lips and her head pressed forward. Connie watched in amused disbelief and in the throes of her own arousal as she saw the tightly rounded oval of the young girl's warm mouth close firmly over the tautly swollen skin of Tony's cock. The boy lifted his head in a state of wild excitement as the girl's face began to bob rhythmically over his loins. Connie could feel the blood pounding wildly through her own body, the fiery heat kindling deep in her own loins. It was all she could do not to reach into her jeans and stroke herself to a much-needed orgasm simultaneously with the three youngsters.
"Hey, let me try it, too!" Evie bubbled excitedly as she grabbed the base of the boy's cock in the way she would have grabbed a doll she wanted to play with and wrenched it from her friend's mouth with a slight pop. The dark--haired girl fell at once on Tony's saliva-moistened member and guided it into her soft moist lips. The once hesitant girl explored the blood-filled shaft with her wet tongue, her smooth lips clasped tightly around his thickness in a sucking ovaled elastic ring. Connie watched the boy shudder, his cock jerking inside Evie's mouth, as she pushed her face down toward his aching loins, taking as much of him as she possibly could inside her eagerly wet sucking lips. Dimly, the woman realized through the haze of her own mounting lust that the teenager once again had both hands buried in the damp pussies of the two girls sharing his throbbing cock.
Casually, Connie glanced back to where Phyllis had been, but her young friend was no where in sight. Well, so what? She was too consumed with the desire to touch her own fiery pussy flesh to care where Phyllis had gone. God, if she could only be in the little clearing with them, taking her turn with that boy's beautiful stone-hard cock, feeling his youthful fingers soothing the torturous heat of her starving cunt! Men she preferred to do without, but Tony was still just a boy!
Suddenly Evie jerked the hard cock from her sucking lips and bent it toward Joanie, who, without hesitation, closed her devouring mouth on the swollen rubbery head. She sucked at it hungrily and the watching woman could see the boy's heated reaction. The muscles of his stomach flexed as he pressed his ass up off the ground, driving his hardened wet cock even further between the tight wetness of the blonde girl's clinging lips. She could see his arms working rhythmically as his hands played between the girl's hotly grinding legs and, when the dark--haired girl bent over to try to cram one of the boy's balls into her mouth, Connie felt as though she had to touch herself or go crazy from the passion tension building up in her body. Then suddenly the decision was taken from her.
"Aaaahhhhhh, suck, Evie ... suck my balls! Joanie! Oh, wow! Here it is!" the boy moaned breathlessly, and began thrashing on the ground, his lust-hardened cock almost jerking from Joanie's sucking lips as the first spurts of white cream began to gush into her face. Connie saw the other girl suddenly convulse in a spasm that seemed almost too powerful for her slender body to bear, hunching over the hand that was buried between her thighs as a soft tremulous groan of ecstasy flew from her lips.
The wildly aroused waitress barely heard the blonde's mumbled moan of delight around the cock that still lurched and spewed its creamy jism into her mouth. She knew the children, at least one of them, would stand up at any moment and then be able to see her. Quickly and quietly she whirled to leave, stealthily running to her original hiding place where she skirted the bushes back to where she had left Phyllis. Surprised and enormously pleased, she noted Phyllis sneaking back from another direction with an embarrassed face.
There was no time to say anything or to even catch up with Connie, who had to whirl around almost immediately and pretend that she was just arriving at this spot as the trio of experiments appeared on the path, coming toward the older girls. Hand in hand, the two little girls came first, and Phyllis saw the frightened and embarrassed expressions on their faces as they looked up at the adult who so suddenly appeared. Connie must have smiled because Phyllis saw the weak, wary smiles they gave her and repeated to Phyllis herself. But the boy stopped short in front of her older companion, a look of puzzled surprise crossing his features before his young face lit up in a delighted lewd grin. What in the world had Connie done? The boy searched Phyllis's face when he reached her and not finding the same thing, whatever it was, assumed a transparent look of bland innocence and passed on by.
Later, after the children's voices had receded to nothingness in the woods, the two older girls walked in silence broken only by the sound of their own steps, a few birds, and the occasional scuffle of a small animal in the underbrush. Phyllis was trying to absorb the pine and earth odors of the woods like a drug, wishing they could magically eradicate the past twelve hours of her life. She recalled her grandmother's thin little sigh when she warned that everything happened in bunches. Sex appeared to be no exception. After Pete and Connie and now these children, whom she had not been able to resist watching at last, she was beginning to feel like the object of a big practical joke dreamed up by a malicious, or should she say salacious, fate! Even the trees looked ominous, especially those that were hiding behind the other trees and bushes back from the path, ready to jump out and grab ... She smiled to herself. When she was a child, she used to believe that the trees, like all things, had a secret life of their own and could, when no one was looking, walk around or do anything else they wanted to! Now her imagination reverted to those childish ideas as she walked along feeling that even here in the deserted woods, she was interrupting something and that as soon as she and Connie had passed by, the naughty trees would go back to their secret games.
"What are you smiling at?" Connie suddenly asked her, slowing down to walk closer by her young friend as the path widened again.
"I don't believe anything that makes you smile is stupid," Connie said. "Only the things that make you frown."
"Yeah," Phyllis answered sourly. She was in the process of scolding herself for being silly, for being unable to think of anything but sex, and for not being adequate to cope with the freedom which she had demanded. If the last twelve hours and her friend, Connie, were a sample of what life really was, why had her entire education and background been directed toward some unreal mirage that didn't exist?
"Listen," Connie interrupted her thoughts, "and you can hear the waterfall now. Hear it?"
Phyllis stopped. Yes, she could hear the rushing of water rather loudly. She looked up and realized that the cliff they were approaching could not be as far as a quarter of a mile now. Squinting through the trees she saw no pond or river in any direction.
"Where does it go?" she asked her friend. "Is it really just a spring?"
"No, it's a river, but it runs off over there," Connie explained, gesturing vaguely ahead. "Remember the river we drove over when we came to the Cape, the one where you said the bridge was dangerous because there were no sides?"
"That's the same river?"
"Yes, and look!"
They had finally broken into a clearing.
"Ooooohhhh," Phyllis crooned ecstatically. They had come out of the woods a little behind the falls so that the sunlight shone through the cascading water as it would through shimmering fragments of glass, and the small waterfall seemed to be scattering thousands of diamonds into the river at its base. "Oh, myyyyy," the young girl sighed. "It's just like Eden!"
CHAPTER THREE
Running into the clearing, Phyllis exulted in the cool dampness of the air.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Connie asked her. "And would you believe that no one knows it's even here!"
"Of course people know!"
"I've gone into town and asked storekeepers and other natives of the area if they know of a waterfall in the woods anywhere, and they all say, no."
"I should think it would be the first thing children would discover."
"Well, the town is miles away, you know, and I guess there was nothing around here before Lambert built his restaurant. I haven't seen any houses other than the one we use for a dorm, have you?"
"N ... no." Phyllis couldn't help feeling uneasy about the direction of the conversation. She had the distinct suspicion that Connie was trying to convince her that the spot was isolated. If she thought that there was going to be any repetition of last night, her old friend was sadly mistaken!
"Come around and see the lovely deep pond the water makes before it runs off in the river," the beautiful blonde girl was inviting her now reluctant friend.
"Where did the children come from?" Phyllis asked suspiciously.
Connie frowned with apparent sincerity. "I don't know. I was wondering and hoping they would make reference to something like a bus trip or a picnic. They could have wandered away from a group on a picnic."
"What difference does it make?" Phyllis asked, noticing that her friend had said, 'hoping' as though it mattered to her to know who might be around.
"Well, no difference, I guess, except that usually when I come out here I like to strip and swim in the pond under the falls. Have you ever swum under a falls?"
"No," Phyllis said unable to keep from smiling. That was one way to trick her into getting out of her clothes, but it was not going to work. Life was certainly a rude awakening, the young girl mused to herself as she watched her pretty blonde friend gaze wistfully at the falling water.
"I don't think anyone is around. Come on, let's go swimming," Connie suggested predictably.
"No, thank you," her friend refused flatly.
Connie smiled now. "I didn't have any ideas, it that's what is worrying you," she said. "It's a lot of fun, a beautiful experience that I can have alone as well as with you."
"I ... I just don't feel like it. It looks cold," Phyllis tried to make amends for the harsh way she answered before.
Connie only shrugged and began to step out of her jeans. Her blonde hair shone beautifully in the sunlight and Phyllis turned away. She refused to watch the older girl even undress. Instead, she walked around the pond as far as she could go before the river cut in front of her. It didn't look terribly deep even in the middle. The edge was fairly clear but Phyllis could see nothing alive moving or swimming. She heard her friend gasp as she entered the water behind her, but still she did not look behind but ahead at the way the water rushed over the yellow rocks that projected here and there above the surface of the river.
"I'm under!" Connie called out suddenly. "You can look now!" It made Phyllis feel a little silly, if that was what Connie was trying to do. Why couldn't the older girl understand that the younger one simply wasn't interested in the bodies of other women ... or of men, either, when she thought about Pete. Of course, she must not equate all men with him! There had to be plenty of men who were willing to treat a woman like a human being, and she could wait for the right one and marry him. She was just turning back towards the falls when she froze in her tracks. The little boy they had seen earlier was edging his way warily toward the pond. He had not seen Phyllis, but he was watching Connie, and Phyllis could not help wondering just how long he had been watching the woman! She hurried a few feet forward in indignation before she saw that the child was waving and Connie, from the base of the falls, was waving back through the splashing water.
"Where's your friend?" she heard the child call out over the small pond. She saw Connie point to her, and then the young redheaded boy stared in her direction, a pleasant smile dropping from his pink-cheeked face as he saw the stern disapproval in Phyllis's eyes.
"You'll have to leave," she told the boy crustily. "If you don't mind," she added out of deference to the face that it was, after all, not her woods. He glanced back uneasily at the woman in the water, who now started toward them to Phyllis' horror.
"He came to see me," Connie objected and then turning to him she asked, "Why don't you come for a swim?"
The voluptuous brown--haired younger woman could barely credit what her ears were hearing. As casually as she would ask him to join her on a picnic, Connie was inviting this very young boy to enter the water where ... Phyllis quickly checked the pile of woman's clothing that her friend had dropped on the bank ... yes ... where she was swimming stark naked! Didn't she know the trouble that this sort of behavior could lead to? He was a minor, and whatever else he did with his boyish love-life was his concern, but Connie had no right intimidating him! Just how far would this old friend of hers go? How much more was there for Phyllis to learn about her? God, the younger woman felt as though her whole world, everything she had ever known or believed in, was toppling down around her. Yet for some reason that she couldn't understand, there was a strange almost electrical nervousness building within her body. About this? Could she possibly be just as bad as Connie? Surely a young boy had nothing with which to rouse a grown woman! Nothing was making sense to her. Nibbling nervously on her lower lip, she glanced at the boy, who was finally pulling off his pants....
"Stop that!" she screamed, frightening him so that he did drop them and had to reach down to pull them up and cover himself again.
Connie had started out of the water now, a look of disgust on her pretty features. "Oh, Phyllis ... for heaven's sake!" she scolded. Phyllis grabbed the child and pulling his face into her own taut stomach, ordered, "Put your clothes on! Don't you have any pride at all?"
"I have a lot of pride, Phyllis, and what I'm proud of I don't mind showing or using." But she obediently began to dress.
Phyllis felt the boy wiggle his head against her stomach and something about his willingness to stand with her like this sent a shiver through her body that made her knees just a little wobbly. She looked down and realized for the first time that he was slightly stooped over and that if he straightened up, the top of his head would probably fit between her upthrust breasts. He was looking up at her, peering, she saw, at those same lush tits. They began to flame as though they had been touched with a lit match. Without meaning to, she found herself smiling tenderly at the little green-eyed devil. His eyes were so guileless and appreciative of what he saw.
"How ... how old are you?" she asked, swallowing hard.
"Almost thirteen," the boy answered willingly, his luminous green eyes reflecting a cloud overhead.
"You're ... you're terribly young," she murmured, suddenly aware of her slender hands on his young body as well as his own arms around her waist. Just the nearness of the youngster's firm masculine form was affecting her in a way she never would have dreamed possible. To her astonishment, she was fighting with all her strength to overcome the maddening temptation to reach out and touch the boy's face. He was only thirteen, yet he was so manly! For long seconds she studied the smooth, innocent features that faced her and noticed with a start that his skin looked as soft as Pete's had felt, and this boy had not yet begun to shave. Then suddenly the youngster was averting his eyes from her penetrating gaze. Feeling unexplainably contrite for having embarrassed him, the lovely brown--haired young woman automatically caressed his shoulder.
"Excuse me for staring at you like that," she apologized. She leaned down a little and he. looked up again, an unmistakable trace of strange adoration in his eyes. "I was just ... just protecting ... well, your skin reminds me of a friend...." Somehow nothing she started to say made any sense.
"I'm presentable," Connie suddenly announced, and Phyllis looked up over the boy's head and blinked dazedly for a moment, her mind unwillingly forced back to her surroundings by the interruption. Dear God, she wondered in dawning fear as she became suddenly aware of the tingling little shocks of excitement that were racing through her belly and up her spine. Gratefully ... and yet not so gratefully ... she pushed him away.
"I'm so glad you came by," Connie was bubbling in enthusiasm all of a sudden, rummaging into her back pack. "Want a sandwich?" she asked, holding out a thick-looking roast beef.
"Gee, thanks," the boy answered without very ardent interest. His green eyes were locked on the full curves of Phyllis' full round tits as she leaned forward in an effort to sit down. "You're very pretty," he suddenly blurted, his face breaking out in a sunny smile. There was a sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of his fine nose. The very tip of the nose was a little peeled and rosy even though he seemed to have a light tan everywhere else.
"Thank you," she answered, finding herself strangely pleased with the compliment and wanting to return it. "I was just thinking," she said, "how much I like red hair. You are ... are a very ... handsome b ... ma ... bo...." She could use neither word. He had sat down beside her now, and he was simply too mature to be called a boy! But thirteen? How could she call him a man?
"Gee, I'd sure like to do ... do certain things with you," he grinned a little shyly. "I guess you already know...."
Phyllis gasped and stiffened in shock as she heard the boy make the unbelievable proposal. It occurred to her then that she had been raped and cajoled but that now she was being courted! Thirteen! She'd never dreamed that such things happened! And my God, it was insane, but she really wanted him to. But no, she couldn't allow herself to think of what this youngster was suggesting, and she also realized with alarm, that she had gone beyond the point of just "playing" now, too. She felt as though there were a deep itching hole between her legs and that no other experience could satisfy her now except having that hot little hole filled! He was much too young to know about that, she told herself sternly and naively! It was clear that she was going to have to be strong about this. She had to!
Then for some reason that she didn't even try to justify to herself, Phyllis' gaze darted down to the crotch of the boy's old jeans and the sight that met her eyes filled her with a passionate response that both thrilled and frightened her. Pressing up against the worn fabric was the outline of a stiff, fleshy form, thrusting up and outward. As she nervously looked away, she felt her fingers almost tingling with the desire to touch and fondle the youthful, swelling bulge. Oh, it made no sense to her at all! It was absolutely impossible for it all to be happening and yet Phyllis could feel the throbbing pink pulse within her own dampening cuntal slit flexing almost violently in lustful answer to the sight of the hardening flesh beneath his pants. Under her own clothing, her roused clitoris felt ready to leap out, the way his throbbing cock looked as if it were ready to do. Her nipples had tightened to pebble hardness and chafed against the fabric of her brassiere.
Phyllis reluctantly tore her eyes away from the boy's perfect young body in a fight against the strange enchantment of her senses. She stared fixedly at the plastic-wrapped roast beef sandwich on the ground, struggling to pull her thoughts away from the passionate sensations jolting through her belly and loins. She knew that she was feeling an honest sexual arousal, but why with a boy? Last night's cruel experience with Pete had been a farce compared with this. This boy was courting her. He looked so gentle!
She wished desperately all of a sudden that she could simply tell Tony that she wanted him. She wondered what would happen if they were alone. She wanted so badly to feel him thrusting his virile, bloated young cock up inside of her so that they could both enjoy each other to the fullest. This moment was like a dream come true and her lust-dazzled young mind could barely remember that it was all wrong ... all impossible. She must not let the boy touch her, even though her tingling firm tits and moist pussy were crying out for the simple, exquisite pleasure of his youthful caresses.
"Why don't you kiss him, Phyllis?" Connie Chisholm's voice broke softly into her thoughts. "You know he wants you to kiss him and he knows you want him."
Phyllis's startled blue eyes darted nervously to Connie's smiling face and then back to the boy, whose whole being was obviously alive with hope. Yes, Phyllis could see that he wanted her too. But was wanting each other enough justification? She could see that Tony had barely heard Connie's suggestion. He was much too involved in studying her, Phyllis, his wide green eyes traveling eagerly over the generous curves of her trembling body, not like a teenage boy, but as a full-grown man stares at a woman who excited his animal lusts. The twenty year old girl tried to reason with herself, but her brain did nothing but whirl with apprehension and anticipation of the moment she would feel his soft lips upon her own. The only coherent thought she had was to wonder exactly how much this boy knew about sex. Maybe he knew more than she!
"I ... I don't think ... I don't know ... if...." Phyllis murmured haltingly, barely able to think as his wide innocent-looking eyes feasted on the plush contours of her throbbing tits beneath the jersey she had worn. Pull yourself together, she thought somewhere in her stifled conscience. Get up! Walk away! But it was too late. Her lust was already too powerful to halt and the pretty brown--haired waitress heard a husky voice she barely recognized as her own whispering suggestively, "Kiss me, Tony, if ... if you want. I ... I think that would be nice ... please?"
The young red-headed boy gazed uncertainly at her for a moment then turned slowly toward her. How different his manner was with her than it had been with the little girls! Unlike his greedy behavior earlier, now shyness and boyish passion showed clearly in his expression as he hesitated. Phyllis was visibly trembling, the wild erotic sensations rippling through every fiber of her shapely body. What was Connie thinking afterwards? Dazed, her wondering glance darted from Connie to the boy beside her but it didn't seem to matter anymore. She didn't know and didn't care, at least at the moment. The only thing the lovely twenty year old woman could think of was the savage sexual energy that had begun to leap between their bodies like sparks between two electric poles. Her troubled gaze fell to his trouser crotch again and paused a lingering moment on the darkly exciting spot of moisture that had appeared around the slender bulge of his hard young cock. Then she looked into his green eyes, alight with boyish arousal.
"Kiss me, Tony," she urged him again, placing her hands on his shoulders and drawing him closer. Her full, curving lips pouted invitingly as she pressed toward his slender boyish frame. "Kiss me, darling."
The boy who had been so forward and aggressive with the two little girls couldn't move with the older ones.
"Go ahead," Connie nudged him. "Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl because I won't believe you."
Her words were just enough to make him laugh a little and relax him, so lending him the courage he needed. With a little choked cry of excitement, he suddenly snaked both arms around Phyllis' breathlessly waiting body. Planting his hands on either side of her slender waist just above the top of her jeans, he awkwardly jerked her closer to him while he planted several moist fleeting kisses upon her cheeks and throat. A gasp of amazed delight burst from Phyllis' parted lips before he abruptly tightened his arms around her. His tender young mouth locked on hers as he flicked out his wet pointed tongue to stab deeply between her soft lips.
This was all terribly, unpardonably wrong, yet Phyllis' mind was busy justifying it on the grounds that he was, at least, a male. Besides, her inflamed senses were suddenly burning with unquenchable desire for this lithe-bodied, red-headed man-boy. She quivered against the hard rod of pulsing flesh she felt digging into her curving hip as he ground his body against hers. His hesitant boyish desire acted as a stimulant to her own more voluntary passions until she actually began to rotate her hips between his body and the hard ground, instinctively knowing that it would affect him as a seductive womanly gesture of lewd encouragement. God, he was so warm, so tender, so thrillingly eager to please her! How unlike Pete or, yes, even Connie! She just couldn't help but accept this more positive experience ... something beautiful to blot out the ugly!
"Did ... did you like that?" he inquired as he finally lifted his warm lips from her mouth. "Do you want to try it again?"
"It was very nice," she assured him. "How far ... I mean ... how much do you ... well, what have you done with girls before?"
He looked down and dropped his hands from her waist. "Not very much," he admitted sadly. "You know, just sort of fooled around but ... but ... I've never made love to anyone ... if that's what you mean. The girls I know are too young for that sort of stuff!" he added, defending his lack of experience as best he could.
Phyllis could not resist caressing his soft cheek, "You mean I'm your first ... first lover!" she whispered. It was all so incredibly strange, so obscene and yet so wildly wonderful. The young woman could not remember a moment in her life when an answer meant more to her. As she stared deeply into the boy's happily expectant, lightly surprised face and felt his hands tremble in boyish anticipation as she picked them up and held them in her warm fingers, the voluptuous twenty year old waitress knew that her old ideas were really and truly lost and could never return any more than the river could run back up the falls. God, she was lost and enchanted and helpless against the conscience-killing waves of erotic excitement that were spiraling through her body and mind. Everything she had ever believed in, every principle she had ever been taught, they were all unimportant now. Nothing was real but the warm, vibrant body of this boy who sat so close to her hungry female flesh. She bent to his ear.
"Are you going to make love to me, darling?" she asked softly. She was aware that he seemed to be gulping for air to breathe and she felt much the same way herself. "I'm as nervous and you are," she said tenderly, now gently caressing his face with both hands. At the same moment, she leaned forward to press her full swelling tits firmly against his chest until they flattened against the youthful hardness of his body. "Do you really want to make love to me, Tony?" she prodded, her voice tinged with the disappointment of his not answering. "If you don't...."
"Oh, yes!" the aroused youth blurted out finally, the single word coming from his mouth in a feeble croak. "Anything! I'll do anything you say!" His choked enthusiasm fueled the flames of Phyllis' own passion. Her body felt as though it were swelling and that her clothes would melt off by themselves. The insane desire was building quickly and taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was willing to risk anything now to have him. But then when she had to face her own intensions, when she looked around wondering where they should do it, her courage seemed to desert her. She looked helplessly past the boy and then around at her friend.
"I ... Oh, Connie, I don't really know how to...." she tried to explain shakily. "Where?"
"If I were you," Connie said, leaning back comfortably on her hands in the grass beside the pond, "I would kiss him and touch him and let it flow naturally."
The older girl's suggestions were all that were needed to put Phyllis' lust into full force again. Of course, she should go after what she wanted, what her own burning loins were craving. She slipped one hand around his shoulders to kiss him while her other hand moved down over his taut young belly to his hips. The excited youngster trembled against her and her eager hand felt the young, undeveloped muscles beneath his clothing. God! It was preposterous, but she never wanted to stop. To possess him, to love him, that was all that mattered to her now.
"Oh yes, that feels good," the youngster sought to reassure her of his rapture as her hand did that part that was already familiar to him, grazing the length of his hardened hot cock pressing against the rough cloth of his jeans.
Phyllis' brain felt like a steaming whirlpool of sensual need and she barely heard him, kissing him again while her fingers smoothed over the swollen front of his dampened pants. She covered his pulsating young cock with her warm palm, then drew in her fingers tightly to trace its length and breadth before she began to fumble with his zipper. God! What was happening to her? She felt like a vampire! She had to have it! She had to!
When she touched the uncovered hardness of his beautiful cock first through his shorts, Tony whimpered softly and Phyllis cooed soothingly into his ear, "This is going to feel so heavenly! You are so nice and hard and I want you so badly!"
The red-headed youngster stared incredulously down into his own lap as this strange and wonderful woman gently withdrew the blood-swollen gently beating his cock from the confinement of his shorts and jeans and began to stroke it as it had never been stroked before, sliding the loose outer skin up and down it's rigid length with her delightful woman's hand. She kissed him once more, splaying his lips apart with her hot, pointed tongue, pressuring her mouth against his. Then she was gasping ... gasping for him! "Let's take our clothes off!" she said!
As though suddenly realizing what was about to happen to him, the boy who had been so much the master with the little girls a while ago, stared at the older woman with unconcealed trepidation. "Really?" he asked.
Phyllis felt a wave of lecherous passion sweep through her. He was so sweet, so vulnerable, so ... so undemanding! "Really," she whispered. An inferno of lust blazed in the young woman's curvaceous body and she undid the buttons of her blouse to tantalize him. "We can do wonderful things together, Tony! Wonderful, wonderful things!"
With that she moved her head down over his hot little body as she slid her hand voraciously up and down his rampant young cock. Her feverish eyes locked on its upward-arching shaft as she slowly lowered her face toward its shiny, pulsing tip of flesh. She knew what he liked! She had seen what he liked! And she had never done it before in her life!
Beside her, the boy's green eyes grew round with anticipation as he felt her hand the base of his cock, drawing back the foreskin from the sensitive throbbing tip. Then a second later he quivered as her pointed pink tongue darted out of her mouth and flicked teasingly into the split at the end of his cock. He groaned loudly, his head falling limply back over his shoulders as the shock of the moist heated contact jolted through his slim frame. Phyllis had never thought she would be so aggressive with a male but somehow it seemed right with him. She began to concentrate on pleasing him, slipping her soft lips down over his turgid cock-head, down, down until she had taken the whole of the throbbing stone-hard shaft into the wet velvet tunnel of her mouth. Her tongue curled gently around his thickness and she sucked hungrily on the swollen rod of white flesh, then slowly raised her head, sucking up ... pulling the skin ... off! A moment later, she was smiling up at him, her eyes dazed and her lips moist with her saliva.
"How am I doing, Tony?" she inquired huskily, her lush lips glistening in the noon sunlight. "Shall I undress now?" she asked after he had smiled his grateful approval. Still silent, he only nodded, causing Phyllis' heart to swell with affection. He was mesmerized by her, so much so that when she took her hand away from his stiffly standing cock, he barely noticed when Connie reached out to stroke it in her place. His eyes were glued on his curvaceous lover with the soft brown hair and the sapphire eyes as she rose to her feet before him. It had to be an incredible dream!
"Just sit there and watch," Phyllis whispered, stepping a few feet back and shivering with the lewd anticipation of stripping herself naked before his devouring eyes. Basking in the admiration of his lusting eyes, she quickly unzipped her jeans and shaking the already unbuttoned shirt off her arms, wiggled the jeans down over her long, well-shaped legs with the lewdest gyrations of her body that she knew how to make. Even without looking at him, Phyllis could sense the boy's gaze devouring the ripe womanly flesh that she was about to reveal entirely to him. A lascivious smile playing over her lips, she reached behind her back to unhook her large, plain brassiere, then let it slide slowly down over her arms, the knowledge that she was gradually exposing her round white pointed tits raising goose bumps over her entire body. Then she dropped the garment, exulting in the feel of the soft rosy beige nipples tightening at the first contact with the open air and the green stare she knew was upon them. Next she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, wriggling her hips provocatively as she pressed the filmy material down over them. Now she watched the boy's lips part in undisguised awe as the curly brown hairs of her nakedly exposed pussy were unveiled before him.
Then Phyllis, bolder than she could have dared dream, casually turned back to him and slowly bent over, her smooth rounded asscheeks parted slightly as she picked up the garments she had dropped on the ground only to place them unnecessarily in another spot. She was reveling in the power she wielded wickedly over the impressionable young boy. After the frustrations, humiliations, and confusions of the past twelve or so hours, it felt good to be in command. Bent in half, she knew she was giving the red-headed child a voyeur's peek at what he probably had never seen in his life! Now she moved back toward him where he was perched like a puppy in the grass, waiting with eager trepidation, his rigid young cock protruding from his open fly in lascivious invitation. Uncertain of himself in these circumstances, he took hold of her extended hands and allowed her to pull him to his feet. Then she placed his palms deliberately on the soft white mounds of her rising and falling tits and reached down to wrap her own warm hand around his virile, throbbingly anxious cock again.
"Do you like my tits, Tony?" she breathed excitedly down into his glistening red hair. Rising unbidden from the depths of her memory lewd names and words crowded her consciousness, all the dirty words she had ever heard or read anywhere seemed to want to burst from her lips on the slightest excuse. She hissed deliberately, "Feel my titties, Tony! Feel them good! Have you ever felt a woman's big soft tits before?"
The boy could only shake his head at the lewd questions and Phyllis felt another wild thrill of power. God! He was so sweet and tender and eager to do whatever she desired! The sight of his gleaming green eyes gaping in youthful passion at her well formed quivering tits, which he held tenderly in his young hands as tough they were the most expensive and fragile china, fed her own wicked desire.
"Let's get you undressed now, too," she whispered, kissing him first while she tenderly stroked his hard cock. Then, lifting her hand reluctantly from his rampantly thrusting hot member, she began to unbutton his sport shirt.
As he stood before her, obedient and waiting for her next movement, uncontrollable sensations of savage lust pulsed through the young woman's loins. The brown--haired waitress was only barely aware of the other woman, still sitting near-by, amused and somewhat roused herself. Phyllis arched her back to press her tingling breasts more tightly into the boy's hotly exploring hands and then she reluctantly pulled them away so that she could peel his shirt down over his arms. But leaning down, she kissed his chest, taunting the tiny nipples of his flat boyish breasts with the pointed tip of her wet tongue. Gradually she lowered herself down onto her knees, trailing her moist pink tongue down over his sinewy belly and navel as she unhitched his belt and tugged both jeans and shorts down over his slender hips and lean asscheeks. As his garments slipped ( down around his ankles, Phyllis's lustful blue eyes feasted on the sight of his jutting, slender rod of blood-hardened flesh arching upward from the sparse beginnings of red pubic hair that only glowed like a soft haze on his loins and his virile young balls that dangled tantalizingly between his slender legs.
God! He was so beautiful and young and eager! She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his blood-filled cock, extending her wet tongue so that he could see it as it wiggled into the tiny slit where a drop of seminal fluid glistened like a small pearl. She licked it greedily into her mouth while she lovingly cupped and caressed his firm, resilient balls in her hand.
"Oooooohhhh!" the youngster gasped brokenly and staggered back, almost losing his balance as his ankles tangled in his fallen jeans.
Phyllis could not help laughing gently, delighted with his agitation. She caught his hips and eased him down onto the grass with her. Pulling his shoes, jeans, and shorts away from his feet, she went on to spread his legs wide apart so that she could kneel between them. Then, clasping his pulsing cock at the white fleshy base to pull the foreskin down away from the red-fleshed head, she stared greedily at it for a moment, then plunged her mouth excitedly down over the slim rigid hard shaft.
Again Tony choked out a gasping groan of pleasure and raised his head to watch the voluptuous older woman, whose curvaceous body was nakedly exposed just for him, frantically sucking his cock. Even under his tan his face flushed red and then paled as the other beautiful woman with the silky blonde hair suddenly rested on hand gently on his arm.
"What do you think of that?" she inquired, her amber eyes blazing with the excitement of the lewd spectacle before her. "Do you like having her suck your hard cock?"
The boy stared blankly at her for a moment as his mind searched for something strong enough to say, half afraid that if he disappointed her, she would make the brown--haired woman stop! "Gosh, no girl I know is this good!" he finally offered before losing himself again in the ecstasy of what was happening. His eyes were now glued to the lust-inciting vision kneeling between his legs, her big firm pink-tipped tits dragging lightly over his thighs as her tightly ovaled lips worked up and down the blood-filled shaft of his white cock.
As Phyllis savored the taste and feel of his boyish cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, she was aware of every nervous tremor of his slim young body. She could feel the muscles of his ass tensing against the ground as though he were just barely restraining himself from thrusting his aching cock up into her face and realized that she would have to stop if she didn't want him to cum in her mouth right that moment. Reluctantly she drew her moist lips slowly up off the satiny cock-head, her wet tongue swirling over the flaring head until the swollen pulsing shaft popped free of her mouth. She gaped up at him, her sapphire eyes glowing bright as the sky above them, while she continued to stroke him with one hand.
"Oh, darling," she murmured lewdly, "do you want to fuck me now?"
"Oh, yes!" Connie interrupted, unable to contain herself. "Tell her you want to screw her, honey! Tell her you want to fuck her cunt!"
Dumbly, the red--haired youngster glanced from one woman to the other, obviously astounded by what he was hearing. The forbidden words were ravaging his senses, traveling madly under his skin like electric shock. He was dazzled and stunned by this incredible dream from which he prayed he would not awaken too soon. "Yes!" he almost shouted and then his voice cracked. "Only ... yes, please!" Connie laughed with lewd delight and then pulled back out of the way once more. Then seeing the tableau frozen, she suggested, "Lie down, Tony. Lie down beside her!"
The boy obeyed immediately although Phyllis was still on her knees, her blazing blue eyes devouring the sight of his perfect, lightly muscled young body. Then, her mind whirling in lechery, she lay down beside him and began to slide her lovely long-fingered hands lustfully over his warm, vibrant flesh. Her fingers danced over his hot body, feeling the sleek, developing sinews tense under her own naive touch as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of his flesh more innocently than he could know. Her full moist red lips searched out his mouth and her wet tongue darted past his even teeth as she lifted her firmly fleshed white thigh over his leg, pressing her hard pubic mound tightly against his hip.
Suddenly she rolled him toward her, and when she felt his solid length of male cock prodding against her pubic mound, she squirmed until its turgid head was muzzled against the soft, moistly swollen lips of her burning cunt. She continued to kiss him fervently, her pink tongue greedily exploring his sweet-tasting young mouth while her hands caressed his back and buttocks. Then as the tension began to build to almost unbearable heights deep within her belly, she began to move her hips back and forth against him, feeling the magnificent pressure of his rigid stalk of flesh rubbing against the flushed, tingling lips of her devouringly anxious cunt.
"I'm going to make you so happy," Phyllis murmured into his ear as she pressed her hot loins tightly against him. "Oh, what a man you are," she breathed, knowing it would please him.
She was overwhelmed by her own lecherous excitement and yet how much more wonderful it was than being terrorized in the woods or disgusted by the approach of another woman. Just thinking of the way her body had been insulted by that crude cook, Pete, still made her blood boil with fury, and even Connie's more gentle lesbian love was a kind of insult in spite of their friendship. Not long ago, however, Phyllis would have been horrified by the idea of making love to a young boy. Strange! Now that she was involved in it, it seemed like the most natural and exciting thing in the world!
Refusing to think of any possible dangers connected with such a forbidden lust, Phyllis combed her fingers through the boy's shock of red hair. She began to inch higher on him, wriggling her hot body against his sunlit nakedness until her swollen, rose-topped tits pressed against his smooth cheeks. Then, taking his slightly freckled chin in her soft hand, she turned his head toward one of the tightly pointed crests of pink flesh and whispered, "Taste it, Tony. Suck my tit, Tony."
The boy hesitated for a moment and then his soft buttery lips parted around the turgid hard nub of the nipple. Phyllis quivered in unrestrained passion as his moist mouth brushed warmly over it and then his wet lips clasped eagerly around the sensitive throbbing head. She whimpered and moaned passionately as he sucked voraciously and nibbled at her nakedly jerking young breast tip with growing self-confidence. His hands clutched at her now visibly throbbing tits, squeezing and massaging the yielding, ivory-white flesh while she quivered in mounting passion. Her hand slipped down over his flat belly to fondle his thrusting hard cock and firm young testicles while his hot breath fanned out over her upthrust white mounds.
"Ooooohhhhh, that's soooo goooooddddd," Phyllis crooned down into the glistening red hair as his boyish lips tightened and relaxed in their baby-like sucking. She clutched the rock-hard shaft of his eagerly throbbing cock and began to stroke it as his saliva-coated tongue flicked over her burning nipple again and again.
The shapely young waitress had forgotten all about where she was or whom she was with until Connie spoke again.
"Say, we're going to have to go to work today, you know!"
It was a full minute before Phyllis's lust-dazed brain comprehended her friend's words, but as they sifted into her consciousness, she nodded, reluctantly easing her tit from Tony's sucking mouth and taking her hand from his stiffened, cum-filled cock.
"What time is it?" she asked, fully expecting to have to leave in a terrible hurry.
"Oh, there's plenty of time, but not all day is the point," Connie laughed.
Phyllis would have been angry if she hadn't been so relieved at being able to stay longer after all. She turned back to Tony with a hungry smile. "Look," she whispered down at him. Raising up to her knees beside him, she slowly spread her not yet tanned thighs apart, forcing her knees outward until the silken triangle of her gleaming brown pubic hairs over their softly pouting pussy lips framing the deep pink wet slit was completely nakedly revealed to his gaping eyes. "Touch it," she urged him. "It feels good. Try."
His trembling young hand inching mindlessly upward between her opened thighs, the youngster stared at the wildly erotic sight of her wantonly displayed pink cunt cavern in breathless fascination. Phyllis's breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingertips brushing over her silken quivering pussy hairs. He tentatively pressed one finger against the softness of her flushed and swollen cunt lips and finally cupped his warm little hand around her entire pubic mound, smiling up at her in shy trepidation.
"Oh, Tony, goooddd," Connie said, creeping ever closer as she watched, showing the effects of the lascivious spectacle before her in a strange mottling over her lush body. She had removed her own top and bra and had pulled her jeans and panties just down over her round white asscheeks. "Touch it all over," she urged him in a husky throbbing voice. "Feel it. Make it feel as good as she made your cock feel. Isn't it nice and warm and wet in your fingers?"
"Y ... yes," the boy gulped, feeling a little overpowered by Connie's added attention. He squeezed tentatively at the heated, fleshy lips of Phyllis's openly exposed cunt, feeling the moisture dampen his palm. "Does that feel good?" he asked the pretty brown--haired woman.
"Oh, God, yes!" Phyllis whimpered in obscene delight. She began to wantonly undulate her rounded, naked white asscheeks in tiny circles against his exploring, roving hand. "Oh, what a man you are!" she breathed. "That's wonderful, Tony! Oh what a lover!"
Bending over she hungrily found his lips with her quivering hot mouth, kissing him with all the savage intensity of her own ballooning lust. Then, lifting one of her beautifully formed legs over his body, she straddled his slender hips and positioned her moistly waiting cunt directly over the rigidly upthrust shaft of his rock-hard cock.
The evenly tanned little boy with the red tip on the point of his nose raised his head a little to get a better view of this miracle from where he lay sprawled beneath her widespread thighs. Her knees and calves were planted on the grass on either side of his hot little body and the glistening rosy inner flesh of her cuntal cavern hovered inches above the pulsing tip of his hard cock. Her full round tits heaved, rising and falling with the torturous rhythm of her impassioned breathed while she slowly smoothed her hands down over her flaring hips and into the widespread arch of her own thighs. As he watched agape, she pressed her hands inward to touch the hair-fringed sides of her swollen pink cunt-lips and slowly pulled those apart to better reveal the nakedly exposed moist coral flesh inside.
"Look at it, darling Tony," the changed young girl hissed lasciviously down at the widely staring, green-eyed youth. "My cunt is all hot and wet, just waiting to feel your beautiful hard cock Tilling it up."
Barely able to hold his excitement in check until she made her next move, the boy quivered beneath her. Phyllis could not remember any moment so exhilarating in her life. She was wildly excited and her entire being was dedicated to destroying the innocence of the sweet, tender boy who lay beneath her ... just as her own had been destroyed the night before! A variety of unspent passions that her body had been suppressing over the past hours were now overflowing, flooding away the very roots of her moral fiber until she was a slave to her own depravity. Thrillingly aware of the youngster's desperate arousal, she held the fleshy folds of her cunt open to his round gaping green eyes. There was a strange and fleeting thought briefly in her mind. Oh, Pete, she said to her memory of that black shadow, you have nothing on me ... nothing at all!
Unlike her earlier reactions, however, the youngster below her drank in the stimulating vision, lifting his head still higher to view the smooth pink inner flesh with all the folds and whorls of female intricacies ... Then abruptly the vision was more than he could bear, and Phyllis saw him suddenly reach down to grasp his aching cock, trying desperately to stuff it into the narrow, defensively clenched little opening of her cunt hole between her quivering thighs.
Without understanding why, she arched her body just out of his reach so that even she thought she meant to torture him. Then slipping one hand down to his loins, she tenderly unwound his clutching fingers from around his stone-hard cock and took it into her own firm grasp. Moving the cock until it was aimed directly at her throbbing pussy overhead, she murmured suggestively, "Like holding hands. Yes," she said as though to herself. "It will be like holding hands."
By lowering her asscheeks back down over his boyish body, she pressed the long, slender hardness against the full length of her moist, palpitating slit, wrapping her heated cunt-lips tightly around its swollen blood-bloated length. The boy trembled and moaned as she held it there and began to rock her hips back and forth in a slow teasing, fucking motion.
"Wow!" Tony burbled feebly as elastic sensations surged through the live nerves of his prick that she was holding so tightly in the fleshy warmth of her cunt lips. His excitement overcame his awe of her and he thrust his hips uncontrollably upward, trying to meet each descending movement of her pelvis while she held his cock firmly in the thrilling grip of her fingers and the outer fleshy flanges of her blazing cunt.
Phyllis could barely comprehend what had happened to her and especially what was inspiring such bizarre ideas. Perhaps it was her burning desire to tease him, to use him as a scapegoat for her earlier treatment, that gave her imagination such wings, but a brief glance at Connie's fascinated face told her that whatever she was doing, it was apparently all right! There was certainly a well of depraved sensuality buried deeply within her and finally emerging ... all at once, it seemed to the young woman. This was all crazy and immoral and she would undoubtedly question, even hate, herself when it was over, but for now, she was delighting in every moment of the forbidden debauchery.
"Do you like that?" she asked him wickedly and then without waiting for a reply said, "You like that, don't you?" She was gently taunting him as the rubbery head of his cock throbbed wildly against the erect pink bud of her clitoris. "I know; something you'll like even better," she whispered lewdly.
The red-headed boy was barely conscious of anything but the tingling sensations shooting up through his tightly held cock. Right before his eyes, the sight of her generous white tits swaying as she worked her pussy around his throbbingly stiff shaft was almost more than he could bear to watch. She lifted her ass suddenly, loosening her grip on his blood-bloated cock and he almost begged her to continue before he realized that she was about to do something else. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, the youngster watched in excited awe as she lifted her ass higher, pointing the flaring head of his hungrily inflated prick at the narrow, moist opening of her feverishly pulsating cunt lips. Then, as he stared greedily, she slowly lowered her pelvis and the smooth, gleaming white shaft slipped up inside her tight cunt. His green eyes grew round with wonder as the whole of his rigidly swollen cock with just a little nudging was swallowed up into the pink moist channel.
"I'm fucking!" he gasped in astonishment as she began to work her hips wildly up and down on his stone-hard, adolescent prick. "I'm really and truly fucking!"
Phyllis's flesh crawled with lewd ripples that were so new and strong that she trembled from head to toe as the slender boyish prick bored into her hotly throbbing cunt. Below her, she could feel him beginning to flick his hips upward, trying to thrust farther and farther inside of her wetly throbbing cuntal walls, and she undulated her ass in frantic little circles, feeling the rigid pole plunging hotly into her steaming dilated devouring cunt. She leaned forward, eagerly rubbing her throbbing erect nipples against his smooth hairless chest as she found his buttery lips and kissed him with untamed passion.
Phyllis chanted incoherently into the boy's mouth as she humped wildly downward, the build-up of her climax as it approached with the force of a tidal wave about to engulf her nakedly exposed body and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened as she twisted and squirmed with the efforts of her mounting passion. She waved her creamy white ass up into the sunlight, spiraling her steaming cunt up and down his slim burrowing shaft, and her hands dug down into the stringy grass, gripping his slender buttocks to pull him as deep as humanly possible into the eagerly fucking wetness of her cock-filled pussy.
In the lost haze of her passion, Phyllis's mind strayed for a moment back into her conscience. What in God's name would her parents think of her new freedom if they saw how she used it, to seduce a young boy who had probably never seen a naked woman in his life before? Imagine if anyone at all had seen her wantonly removing his clothing, fondling his beautiful boyish genitals until the both of them were helpless with a profoundly deeper lust than either had ever known. God, she realized, the joy of this wonderful debauchery beside the little falls in the woods had ripped the very soul from her being, destroyed everything she had ever believed she was and now she didn't care about anything but this glorious rockhard cock that was turning her into a wild animal with every fucking stroke! "Fuck me!" she moaned happily. "Screw me good, my lover!"
From where she sprawled watching, Connie was losing control of her own feelings. Her amber eyes smoky with lust from the inciting spectacle before her, she spread her long, slender legs loosely apart after stripping her jeans completely off. Quickly she thrust two dingers of one hand deep up into the steaming oven of her cunt. Then with her other hand she steadily massaged her own Firm white breasts as she worked her fingers in and out of her excited wet hole in time to the skewering of Phyllis's body on the slim boyish thrusting cock.
Then suddenly Phyllis's throaty moan broke into the stillness of the clearing and she quivered over his loins like a leaf in a strong wind. "Oh, darling Tony, oooohhh! I'm cummmming!"
The pretty nakedly exposed waitress's gasping groan rose to a whine of sheer ecstasy as her body stiffened and began to vibrate uncontrollably. Moistness oozed from her wildly clenching cunt, drowning the boy's impaling hard cock in its sticky warmth.
Obviously bewildered by the strength of the older woman's violent orgasmic convulsions, the red-headed boy stopped his fucking for a moment. He had no idea that a girl could get that much from it! Then as Phyllis gasped out the last of her climax against his prostrate young body, he began to thrust his hips upward again, plunging his straining young prick into her moist, warm, slippery channel in lustful desperation. As he felt the long-held, white hot sperm begin to boil up in his heated young testicles, the youngster quickened his strokes to a wild tattoo against her body, fucking his tingling cock as far as possible into the thrilling deep wet cavern of her pulsing cunt. But then, just as it felt as though he were going to be turned inside out with the biggest explosion he had ever felt, Phyllis struggled free of his arms and lifted her wet pussy away from his wildly expanding cock.
The boy was screaming to her to please not stop and she could not understand why she had pulled away. She stared at his red hair aflame in the sunlight, his almost tear filled green eyes, his finely tanned soft skin and the little pink spot on the tip of his nose.
"For God's sake," Connie spoke up then. "He's not Pete, you know. Here, let me...."
"No! Don't worry, darling Tony," Phyllis smiled down at him. "You made me cum very beautifully, and I want to do my best for you." The young woman was not sure at all that she wanted to do what she felt she had to, but Connie was right. Phyllis understood that in a way she was using Tony as a little scapegoat. She had unconsciously left him as frustrated as Pete had left her. Maybe that was why she had mounted him, too, instead of encouraging Tony to mount her! But Tony was not Pete and she must not disappoint him. She returned to him, spreading his long, slender legs so that she could crawl between them. Without looking at him, she grasped his wetly glistening cock in one hand and began to stroke it while she lowered her head to within an inch of the straining bulbous head. She smiled to herself as she realized that he would never know she had learned this from watching him! When her pink tongue-tip flicked out to lick tauntingly at the slitted opening in the inflamed cock-head, the boy trembled and a nervous whine squeaked out of him. Then his back arched as she brought her roundly opened mouth down over it, enclosing the pulsing tip in hot moist velvet pressure.
As her lips tightened below the head of his cock like a rubber band, Tony choked on his next groan. She began to suck up and down the stiffened length with her strong adult lips as though he were a stick of delicious candy. Barely considering what he was doing, the teenager instinctively began to flick his hips eagerly upward, fucking the long, slender pole of vein corded flesh deeper and deeper into the warmth of her mouth. He anxiously watched her face when the swollen tip bumped roughly against the back of her throat, but she only sucked harder, her strong wet tongue tantalizingly massaging his bloated cock as her buttery lips clasped tightly around it.
Phyllis's body felt like it was about to explode into a ball of fire from the utter excitement of the forbidden seduction. The lovely brown--haired waitress had made up her mind to avoid sex completely after last night and instead had discovered a perverse world of passion she might never be able to forego. The delicious taste and hardness of this boy's blood-swollen cock pistoning in and out of her eagerly sucking wet mouth was already driving her up to another brain-wheeling orgasm, and her entire young body yearned toward that thrilling moment, that brand new experience of having his shoot his fresh-tasting young sperm deep inside of her throat. God, she was lost in rapture and her thoughts drifted to the pleasant possibility of spending the summer in the arms of her young lover!
Phyllis could hear vaguely her friend Connie's groaning as the older girl watched with lust-filled eyes, her fingers digging hotly into her steaming pussy as she saw Phyllis's wet mouth clasping greedily around Tony's young slim white hardness. Connie succumbed to her own passions, hammering her fingers into her own moist warm cuntal hole. She stared blankly at the way her prim friend was now sucking at the youngster's hard cock as though it were some phenomenon she would never again experience, white bubbles of saliva dribbling from the corners of her cock-filled mouth.
Tony had never before felt as though he had lost all control of his own body. His pelvic muscles seemed to be tensing of their own accord, thrusting his loins up into the lovely woman's face. Still she went on sucking him steadily, holding his throbbing cock with two fingers at its root, fucking her mouth up and down rhythmically while her agile pink tongue curled around the throbbing tip each time her head lifted away from his aching loins. Suddenly she grasped his young hips with both hands, jerking them feverishly up toward her face as she plunged her mouth down over his excitedly disappearing into her ravenous wet mouth, the rubbery glans digging back into the constricting tightness of her throat.
He gaped at her full hanging tits, rippling and dancing beneath her pumping body. The sight fed the heat growing in his loins and his vision began to blur as he watched Phyllis's pretty face filled with his white cock, her moist pink lips stretched taut around its bulging thickness. With each upward lunge of his hips her cheeks bloated, then hollowed as he pulled his steaming hot prick nearly out of her mouth. He thrust his pelvis up into her soft face, his back lifting off the ground as his thrusting cock began to pulsate and swell even more in the sucking velvet warmth of her lips.
"Suck it! Oh, wow, suck it!" he gasped brokenly, barely able to get the words out of his cotton-dry mouth. His hips writhed wildly up against her soft mouth as he tangled his fingers in her tousled brown hair, pressing her face hard against his loins while the sweet searing eruption of his climax began.
Suddenly Phyllis's mouth was flooded with the warm, sweet-tasting creamy sperm that gushed into her cheeks as his slender cock jerked heavily in her ravenously sucking lips. Behind her, Connie's fingers fucked frenziedly in her own cunt, moaning as her climax overcame her, but Phyllis barely heard the sound over the crash of the waterfall. The voluptuous young woman was too involved in the boy beneath her. She groaned and swallowed eagerly, gasping around his lurching youthful organ while her own second, unbelievable orgasm exploded in her body.
The young woman collapsed on the grass, the sun beating down on her skin like a warm comfortable blanket. She felt the scurry of activity beside her as the boy put on his clothes hurriedly.
"Say, are you going to be here very long?" he asked abruptly.
Connie grunted, "A couple of hours. You planning to take me on, too?" She chuckled throatily.
"Gee, would you ... could you...."
"Right now!" the enthusiastic blonde girl beamed.
"No," he said suddenly. "I gotta go now. It's past lunch and my ma will be mad as it is!"
Phyllis lifted her head. "Do you live far?" she asked, recalling that Connie had said the town was miles away.
"No, we're right on the edge of my Pa's farm. I'll try not to be long."
With that he loped toward the path they had used to reach the falls. Halfway to the trees he turned and called, "Don't go away!"
Phyllis was getting into her clothes as fast as she could although Connie went swimming again. God! On the edge of a farm? Tony was at the edge of the clearing about ready to disappear when once again he turned and asked at the top of his voice: "Hey! What's your name?"
She waved nervously. If he thought she was going to shout her name for all his family to hear, he had better go back to Joanie and Eve!
CHAPTER FOUR
Connie wanted to sunbathe in the nude after her swim under the falls, but she finally consented to get dressed and have lunch.
"Where is this farm you're afraid of?" she asked Phyllis while she pulled on the jeans, so stiff and confining after more than an hour of freedom from clothing.
"I don't know, but Tony said we were right at the edge of it. I don't see the point of tempting trouble."
"Oh, I don't know," the blonde sighed heavily. "I sometimes think wearing clothes tempts more trouble than not wearing them would."
"Do you think that if I had waited on tables naked, Pete would not have raped me?" Phyllis laughed in spite of her bitter feelings about Pete, the thought of everybody working at the restaurant naked was so funny to imagine! It did make her wonder what John the Chef looked like without any clothes. She had never seen a naked pot belly!
"I don't think you would have taken it so seriously if he did. You just raped a little boy." Connie looked at her friend carefully with her lovely amber eyes.
"How can you call that rape!" Phyllis flared. "Tony wanted every bit of it from beginning to end!"
"Tony knew what he was going to get. Maybe you didn't know and Pete had to force on you what you really wanted." "Oh, I've heard enough of this, Connie," the pretty brown--haired woman almost burst into tears. "I never wanted that to happen with Pete! How can you talk to me like this?"
"You have never been attracted to Pete? You've never wondered like every other waitress who has worked at Lambert's what that incredibly soft skin actually felt like?"
"So he's physically attractive!" the young woman almost screamed. "Does that give him the right to force himself on women"
"No, of course not," the blonde consoled her companion. "Yet, you wanted your freedom and he certainly gave you that. Today would not have happened without Pete, Phyllis. You could have spent a very strait-laced, prim and boring summer and ... been a problem for me, too. Pete hates prudes and he was strong enough to knock one down," the pretty blonde smiled. "Aren't you glad?"
Phyllis was dumbfounded. Desperately she clung to her knowledge that she had been attacked unwillingly and cruelly raped. Not only that but in satisfying himself, he had left her completely unsatisfied. "If he had wanted to do something good for me, he would have satisfied me!" she blurted.
"I don't think he wanted to do anything good or bad for anyone. You might say it was as if he went bowling and knocked down a pin. Instead of bowling for pins, he bowls for prudes, snobs ... people who want to be polite and nice instead of honest and efficient."
"Oh, Connie, I think you're exaggerating!"
"He calls you 'sweet potato,' doesn't he?"
"Yes. Don't tell me you know why!"
"I don't know, Phyllis, but I can guess because I've worked with Pete for three summers and this will be the fourth. We've had sweet potatoes on the menu and Pete always remarks that they don't deserve to be called potatoes. He doesn't eat them, I know. He doesn't anything sweet. I think he's telling you he thinks you're too sweet and icky, quite truthfully."
The young twenty year old woman was absolutely stunned. Never had she even thought to look at herself from anyone else's point of view before. Sweet and icky? Too polite and nice? "I was taught to be polite and nice just like you were, Connie," she told her friend, puzzled. "What's wrong with that?" Wouldn't the world be much better off if everyone were polite and nice? "Isn't it better to be nice?" she started to continue but Connie interrupted.
"Better? Now we're back where we started," her friend laughed. "If Pete had been nice, you would have had a boring summer!"
"He could have killed me with that car," Phyllis commented, her mind back to the night before now when she was running frightened in the black empty night until she was caught in his headlights and run off the road.
"He wouldn't have hit you."
"How do you know?" the younger girl gulped. "I wish I could think of some way to get back at him for that."
"I think you should. He'd like that, and keep me posted."
Connie had everything laid out on her knapsack. Phyllis helped herself to one of the roast beef sandwiches. "I hope he didn't make this. He'd probably put arsenic in it!"
Connie laughed, "Maybe he would!" Then she turned sober as she noticed her friend's grim expression. She reached out and took Phyllis's hand gently for a moment. "Look, honey, I'm sorry you were hurt. I really am. What I'm trying to say is that you weren't hurt permanently and may have been helped instead. Pete is a boar, I know. He thinks people with money and social standing are a bunch of jerks and sometimes ... well, sometimes I can see his point." She started to snicker. "I have to tell you. We had a gal last summer who went to finishing school, and Pete had a great time with that. She talked like Jacky Onassis, in a babyish voice, and I'm sure it grated on Pete's nerves as it did on the rest of us. He loved to make remarks like, 'You finish that finishing school and you're going to be finished for good!' If he couldn't hear her order, he'd say, 'that finishing school is sure finishing you off, baby. You're fading away to a gurgle!' " Connie started to laugh, but Phyllis felt something very strange indeed, something akin to jealousy.
"Wh ... what did she do?"
"Do?" Connie had to think for a minute. She almost said that the girl was too polite to do anything, too nice. Then it occurred to her that after all she had done something. "Do? She fell in love with him," the older woman mused with a chuckle. "She fell futilely in love like all the waitresses at Lambert's. Pete and his harem is all part of the game, I guess. Well, he runs a damn smooth kitchen and maybe that's the way to do it. Anyway, nobody gets jealous because he sticks to his brother."
"Did."
"Did what?"
"Did stick to his brother."
"Phyllis!" Connie said. "Don't go getting your hopes up now," she counseled seriously.
"Who's hoping? He should have stuck to his brother last night. That's all I'm pointing out!"
"Okay! Okay!" her older friend smiled. "It's time to forget that subject, anyway. Guess who ate the shortest lunch on record?"
"Who?" Phyllis looked up puzzled by the strange question.
"Our friend Tony! Here he comes ... and with his army, I take it."
"Army?" A startled Phyllis looked across the clearing at the path from the woods. Tony was walking jauntily, a big grin on his young face that could be seen all the way to the falls. Beside him was a taller boy with darker hair, auburn. As they strode up, she saw that the other boy's eyes were the same emerald green.
"Hi!" Tony greeted them boisterously. "I hope you don't mind but I invited my brother, Matt, to a picnic and here we are! The only thing is we ate our lunch on the way. We were starved!"
Connie laughed a delighted laugh, and the young boy, basking in her appreciation, sat down beside her. "If you help me peel my orange," she said to him with a wink, "I'll help you eat it."
"That sounds like a good deal," Tony said enthusiastically, reaching for the fruit.
Meanwhile, having Matt stare uneasily and with some consternation at the ripe curves of her body told Phyllis that Tony had confided their activities to his brother. She felt a light blush creep over her pretty face. Her neck felt as though it were burning. Finally he sat down beside her, planting a look of undisguised interest on her blue eyes.
"Would you like an orange, too?" Phyllis asked him, trying to smile.
"No, thank you, Ma'am. You certainly are beautiful," he said in a more self-confident tone than his brother had ever used. The young twenty year old woman was guessing that this young man knew more about sex than she did. He seemed to be a couple of years older than Tony. He lacked the devil-may-care element of Tony's personality. She sensed right away that in a sexual encounter, as young as he was, he would be the aggressor even with an older woman like herself. Why was she thinking of these things again? But there was something very smooth about him. He looked like the kind of man who got what he wanted before you knew what was happening to you. Man? Had she thought of him as a man? His body was young, fourteen or possibly fifteen ... yet ... Connie was taking off her top!
"Connie! For God's sake!"
The pretty blonde stopped in the middle of her movement, her eyes big with mock innocent surprise. "I need a tan, Phyllis. We haven't even begun to get tans. Take off your blouse, too."
"I don't think so," Phyllis muttered. She was uncomfortably aware that strange ripples were curling around her spinal column and that they had a great deal to do with the thought of taking her jersey off in front of this handsome boy. Unconsciously she reached up to the top of the line of buttons that kept it closed around her.
"I'd be happy to unbutton it for you," the young man offered as though he were offering to peel her orange, and he had his hands on her, unbuttoning already before her own hand had even reached the garment.
"I beg your pardon!" she objected, but the touch of his smooth strong fingers under hers helped erode her willpower. She could barely muster the strength to struggle as he kept right on unbuttoning.
"I didn't think it was fair to come back alone," Tony said suddenly, "and, by the way, you never told me your names!"
At that Connie grabbed the youngster and started rolling with him on the grass. Laughingly she told him that her name was Connie but that she didn't know who the other female was. Phyllis felt a soft hand on her cheek. Matt said nothing but she felt impelled to tell him.
"My name's Phyllis," she said softly, "and she's been my friend since I was born!"
Connie and Tony were in gales of laughter, whether because of what Phyllis said or over some private joke of their own, the young brown--haired woman was not to find out because just then, just as she felt her jersey shirt being rolled back over and off her shoulders, and also felt herself being very sweetly kissed.
"Please no!" she protested weakly as she was gently pushed back onto the ground.
"Pa always says girls never mean what they say. Most every word they know really means, 'yes'."
Phyllis looked at him in amazement, dumb-struck that he should have gleaned such information from his own father. "Your father told you that?"
"Sure. He says a man's got to get ahead and he don't get ahead without the facts."
Phyllis's head was swimming, and it was swimming with the truth of what he had said. In her own background, how many facts had she been given, she wondered. She was beginning to realize that it was possible that she knew less at twenty years old than Matt did at fourteen or fifteen. At that moment, before she could do any more thinking, the auburn-haired youth had his arms around her, working his fingers dangerously close to the fastening of her bra while he continued to kiss her and she kissed back! Warm flashes of excitement surged through her body as she thought of how wonderful it was going to be to hold his firm vibrant flesh against her own nakedness. She opened her eyes just a little and saw Tony beginning to strip off his clothing. The clasp of her bra was undone, and she felt his strong palms caressing her back.
"Oh, Phyllis, you're so soft and white," Matt gasped appreciatively as he peeled her bra down over her arms. She saw his green eyes sparkle with uncontrollable excitement as he got his first unimpeded view of the top of her plush, mature woman's body. Then as she saw his handsome boyish face twist into a grimace of sheer masculine lust, she abruptly snapped out of her daze and vainly tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.
"Please, Matt, you've got to stop this!" she begged. "I can't keep ... I don't keep doing this...."
"Why not?" he gasped not taking his eyes from the firm upthrust rosy-topped whiteness of her full tits. Then finally, holding firmly onto her eyes with his own, he stripped off his own clothes and she could not move. She found herself waiting breathlessly for him to let her eyes drop away from his and onto the body he was quickly exposing to the indifferent sun. "Take off your jeans," he said as though that were a prerequisite for her freedom from his stare. And ... and she found herself doing exactly as he ordered!
Matt was obviously bursting with pride at his command over her. He was anxious to show her his other skills and as she pulled the last foot out of her fallen clothing, he stepped forward, his green eyes eagerly devouring the pale beauty of her shapely nakedly lightly ran his fingertips over the rubbery nipple of her right breast. The sensitive flesh seemed to almost quiver under his knowing touch and her breath caught in her throat as an irrepressible shock of pleasure jolted down into her loins. The boy's fingertips danced over the heaving creamy mounds of her tits, then down over her waist and ribs to tease at the silky curls of her pubic hair. Before she could utter another word, the lovely woman's breath was whipped away by the touch of the boy's fingers playing wildly over her tingling flesh, controlling her responses as a master musician would tune his instrument. She saw over Matt's shoulder how Tony was staring in wordless fascination while the voluptuous brown-haired lover he had undoubtedly recommended, she thought wryly, was having her willpower successfully taken away by his capable older brother. There was no doubt that the younger boy was out to learn something from Matt. Under his kid brother's eyes, Matt would do his best....
Feeling as though she were really in paradise, Phyllis allowed herself to be stretched out on the grass. Already she knew that she had no desire to stop what was happening to her. She would, in fact, be very disappointed if he went away. The boy's touch on her hot naked body felt incredibly good as though he were wrapping her in a cocoon of caresses and kisses from which she would emerge with sunlit gossamer wings. As she watched, Matt's softly hanging penis began to garden and rise before her very eyes and a tingle of anticipation began to warm her thighs, rippling like warm lake water over the shore of her legs and into the inlet of her hair-fringed cuntal cleft.
"Say, Tony, have you ever eaten a girl's pussy," Matt suddenly asked, shocking Phyllis back into awareness of her real surroundings. She felt the change that the lewd expression wrought in her nerves, erasing the romantic sweetness and replacing it with a deeper, more erotic ache that felt more like a trapped animal trying to get free. She started to get up, but suddenly there they all were, taking their places around her nakedly waiting body as though she were some kind of side show. It should have shocked her, made her object and run away, but bewilderingly enough, it made her skin burn and the buds of her pink nipples grow hard and stiff. Their eyes and interest were like clever hands.
"She sucked my cock," she heard Tony say quickly, as though to build his status with his older brother.
"That wasn't your first time," Connie chided him. They were playing with each other. One of Connie's hands was behind Tony's ass and Phyllis had the uncanny notion that the older woman's finger was jabbing into his asshole.
It was a bizarre situation and the younger woman felt as though she were losing her grip on reality. She tried to speak but her words knotted in her throat. They were treating her like a caged animal. She felt like one, and that was wrong. As a last resort, she gazed pleadingly into the face of the auburn--haired boy who was crouched at her feet. Her heart sank as she saw nothing but lust for her quivering nakedly exposed body in the young man's expression ... and pride in his own expertise with women....
Closing her eyes, Phyllis lay helplessly waiting for the attack to come. Her nerves were lewdly ablaze so there was nothing she could do now but surrender. There was no way to escape. Perhaps she deserved what was happening to her in just repayment for her wanton seduction of a small boy! She deserved to be treated like an animal! Willing herself to be calm, she mentally braced her body for the forthcoming attack on her senses.
As she felt the auburn--haired boy shifting his position around her, crawling closer to her nakedness, she stiffened defensively. Then suddenly her entire nudely splayed young body jerked and her blue eyes flew open as she felt his mouth nibbling into the naked softness of her taut ( white belly. She moaned softly in anguished terror as she dimly saw Tony leaning over Connie to stare excitedly at her, his eager young eyes feasting on her generously curved body. Her mind formed protests as Matt bent over her, his soft boyish lips moving lower and lower toward the curl-covered mound of her pussy, but her mouth was too dry to respond to her mental commands. Slowly his lips dropped to the silky brown hairs of her defenselessly waiting pussy, and spreading the soft crevice open with his fingertips, the youngster insinuated his wet tongue snake-like into the clenched hole.
The searing contact against the tender pink bud of her clitoris made her gasp in involuntary response, and she jerked her knees up in a desperate attempt to protect her nudely gaping genitals from the lewd assault.
"No," she pleaded brokenly. "Please leave me alone!"
He paid no attention. His strong fingers clamped down on the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart despite her efforts to clench them shut. In terror and mortification at the realization that she was one more bestial step down the ladder, staging her lewdness for others, she strained against him, trying to close her legs, but the boy's sinewy strength was too much for her. In another moment, Matt was kneeling between her knees, bracing them apart on the ground, his hands clamped between her trembling white thighs. She could see him grinning triumphantly down at her, his boyish face flushed with what was probably his first real female conquest. The throbbing moist flesh of her naked cuntal split was helplessly spread to his attack.
"Take it easy, Matt," Connie cautioned, "if you want her to come around to your thinking."
Nodding, the youngster slid his hands upward over the ivory white smoothness of her inner thighs until his fingers rested on the hair-fringed outer lips of her cunt. Then he spread them open with exaggerated slowness until she could feel the warm moisture-laden air from the falls playing over the sensitive area between her legs. The auburn--haired teenager gazed eagerly down at the satiny flesh glistening with pearls of mist and framed with light brown curls ... and then he lowered his head.
Matt's handsome young face disappeared from her view, and she jerked in mechanical response as his lips began to place wet sucking kisses over her straining loins, his tongue flicking skillfully at the narrow tingling opening of her cunt.
Knowing only too well what her body's automatic reaction would be by now, she wriggled against him, begging, "Stop it!"
She stared frantically at the watching couple, but she saw quickly that they were a satisfied audience and not about to give up the show. Connie was smiling smugly at her discomfiture or so it seemed to Phyllis, and Tony was lost in the fascination of watching his brother at work. His eyes were gleaming with interest and he smiled vaguely back at her pleading look as though he, too, knew that it was only a matter of time before her groans of protest turned to cries of rapture.
The captive young woman groaned in a welter of conflicting emotions as the boy's hot breath wafted over her hungry pussy, and then suddenly the whole length of his wet, pointed tongue was burrowing up into the throbbing passage of her pulsing cunt. Truly exasperated now under the attentive eyes of voyeurs, she ground her asscheeks desperately down into the hard ground in a fruitless effort to escape the lascivious attack. A breathless groan escaped her whimpering lips as a thrill of unwanted pleasure jolted through her groin.
As the boy continued his teasing wet attack on her naked splayed thighs, her breath tightened to short gulping gasps for the fresh woods air. She moaned and twisted in misery as his commanding lips sucked at her cunt, drawing the soft pulsing pink folds deep into the enveloping cavern of his mouth. As his hard tongue circled the straining point of her swollen clitoris, she battled with herself, struggling against her body's surrender under all these eyes to his lashing wet tongue!
He raced his searing tongue even faster up the tingling opening between her pried-apart legs as she begged him weakly, once more, to stop. She could feel the passion building in her heated body, her nerve-endings burning like a thousand tiny bonfires, ready to merge in one inextinguishable fire! But even as the heat in her loins continued to mount, she was tortured by the image of what the four of them must look like should someone come ... especially her! Oh God! This was going too far! She had to hold on to her resistance against this unnatural rape. She'd never be able to face herself again if she surrendered to the excitement of this child's lips and tongue without seeing those two leering faces over her shoulder!
"No, please ... no more," she sobbed helplessly, already shamefully aware of the moisture that was beginning to seep from her aroused cuntal hole, the unwanted surges of lust that were beginning to pulse like creatures at bay through her captive loins. She felt the boy's sure hands creep up over the softness of her belly to cup the fleshy white mounds of her tits, his fingers pinching and twisting the rosy nipples. A choking gasp of delight rose in her throat but she held it back, fighting with all her strength against the fiery arousal that was gradually burning away all her fears and making her wonder just what her objections had been....
Phyllis felt the boy's hands slip back down and under the clenching half-moons of her white ass, grasping the firmly molded mounds as his wet tongue and mouth fucked ceaselessly into her hot cunt. Without thinking, she jerked her pelvis upward to escape the insulting kneading of her ass, but the boy took advantage of her movement, digging his tongue tip into the tightly puckered hole of her anus in a quick and unexpected switch. She whimpered in horror at the strangely exciting sensation, desperately screwing her asscheeks down on the ground.
"Oh, marvelous!" Connie crowed approvingly from her vantage point beside them. "Oh, if only we had a movie camera for that one!"
The young brown--haired waitress closed her eyes tightly and fought with all her will against the rising desire that threatened to devour her mind and overcome all vestiges of her frantic resistance. She would deal with her so-called friend, Connie Chisholm, later! Despite the obscene depravity of the boy's attack on her nakedly splayed body, she realized with a rush of fright that even with onlookers and perhaps because of onlookers, she was beginning to enjoy it! Her hips ground uncontrollably down into the grass now, soft mewling sounds of passion escaping from her tightly clenched teeth. She had to resist! She had to!
The atmosphere in the clearing was charged with tension. Both Connie and Tony were watching anxiously for her first sign of surrender. Perhaps they had placed bets on the length of time it would take! Matt's lips and strong wet tongue were wildly lathering and fucking her flowering cunt, and it was apparent that she would not be able to struggle much longer. Then, as they watched, a hoarse cry of animal lust suddenly erupted from the lovely younger woman's lips, and she opened her thighs even wider, grinding her hips up toward the youngster's mouth.
From where he knelt, hanging over the beautiful lush body of the older woman, Tony smiled with relief as he heard the unmistakable sounds of lewd abandon issuing from the other's lips. Even Matt lifted his head up from between her legs to share a triumphant glance with his brother. They all knew her restraint was completely shattered now, that she was too impassioned to resist anything Matt might wish to do.
Grinning with delight, the older brother dipped his head down one more time to seal his conquest, fucking his pink tongue deeper and harder into her hotly throbbing cunt. His young hands flew confidently over her wildly squirming woman's body, teasing at her sensitive tits and clitoris and asshole, spurring her toward even greater heights of arousal as his wet tongue fucked savagely in and out of her eagerly throbbing cunt hole.
Phyllis was lost to everything now but the fiery sensations seething through her loins, making her buck and gasp beneath his insanely lathering mouth. Her hands drifted down to twine into the boy's auburn hair, pulling his head deeper into the steamingly clenching hole between her legs. Her legs kicked out and then pressed down into his back, forcing him closer to her as the excitement in her body built to almost painful proportions. Then, when it seemed as though another moment would bring the sensual explosion her hot little body craved so desperately, Phyllis suddenly realized that the boy had stopped his inflaming ministrations to her still wetly throbbing, grasping cunt. The lovely woman's sapphire eyes opened wide in frustration and shock and she saw the youngster kneeling smugly between her widespread thighs. She had been so close, so agonizingly close to an orgasm that now she pleaded huskily, "Don't stop now, Matt. I want it! I need it! Do it more!"
The boy smilingly glanced over to the watching couple nearby and did not respond immediately to her frantic request. Connie was grinning openly and Tony looked like his face was about to fly into a million pieces from the sheer excitement of what he had just seen. His slender boyish prick was jutting stonily up into the air and he too gazed at the beautiful blonde woman at his side. Pantingly, Connie rolled onto her back and held her arms out to the youngster.
"Oh, Tony," she crooned softly, opening her long, slim thighs to welcome the eager youth. "We've seen enough, don't you think?"
"Yeah, let's do something, Connie," he agreed.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the brief interlude in events, after the audience turned to itself and before Matt demanded her attention again, Phyllis found herself thinking about Pete and his pride. Pride! All men had it, no matter how young. She had seen how Matt had all but bowed to his admirers when he had triumphed. But what was it that made Pete proud? She could not believe that she was the only waitress who had gone through that kind of experience with him. Yet, if she were not, his activities were certainly a well-kept secret. Before the thorough initiation into sex that she was presently having, she could have thought she alone was the attraction, but now she knew well that a man didn't wait for any special girl. If he had raped her, then he must have raped others. Yet he apparently didn't flaunt his women as sexual conquests. He was so secretive about it, in fact, that Connie, who had worked with him for three years, thought he wasn't normal. Maybe she still thought so, but somehow Phyllis didn't believe it. She was still puzzled when her thoughts faded once more under the caressing touch of the boy who kneeled at her pussy.
She had surrendered and there was no denying it. She was quickly brought back to the sensual moment by a finger that fucked softly into her cunt hole. She desperately needed release now and would do anything to obtain it. How could she be so weak, she wondered bitterly, hating herself for her uncontrollable passion. It was no use fighting it, she decided unhappily. She had become a tramp, a slut, who pandered to little boys! But then her self-recriminations faded. What did it matter what she was? She sure wanted more!
Matt stared down at her with new kindness now that the others were wrapped up in themselves. He smiled almost hesitantly at the lovely older woman he had just conquered and asked, "What would you like to do now, Phyllis?"
The woman gazed up at him, her blue eyes wild with need. A single self-denying sentence might save her now from the lewd course she was on, but no words came to mind. Averting her eyes from his gaze, she whispered fervently, "Fuck me, Matt!"
"Oh great!" the youngster agreed happily, then suggested, "It goes deeper if( we do it from the back. Would you like to do that?"
Her entire being torn between her guilt and her need for the boy's virilely hot young cock, the distraught woman cried "Anything. Do anything you want!" Blinking back tears of anguished confusion, she turned over onto her belly and then pulled in her knees so that her round white ass was waving high in the air, a lewd signal of abject surrender before the ravaging enemy! No longer caring how she might appear to the teenager, she waved the stretched moons of her lust-tingling asscheeks back at him and felt the flaring rubbery tip of his rock-hard cock pressing against the lust-moistened cleft of her hungry cunt. With a loud grunt, the youngster behind her lunged forward against her, impaling her body in one swift fuck on his hardened blood-filled shaft.
" "Ooooooohhhhh," she moaned ecstatically as the warm moist walls of her throbbing cunt flipped wetly over his impaling cock-shaft like a tight-fitting glove over the stealthy and lewdly in and out of the depths of her grasping cunt and belly, that seemed to suck it into its wet tunnel, lubricating it on every stroke. As the youth drove his pelvis against her writhing hot flesh, Phyllis strained back against him, shuddering with obscene delight. Ahhhh, this was what she needed and it was so good. She found herself wondering if the boys had any more brothers.
Then as the desire in Phyllis's belly began to blossom out to full bloom, she was suddenly startled by the sensation of a fingertip probing at her tiny asshole. Instinctively, she glanced toward Connie, suspecting that the seemingly disembodied finger was hers as she joined the boys to help shatter her younger friend's resistance, but the curvaceous blond was locked in Tony's arms, her hips grinding rhythmically against the boy's bucking loins. Then Phyllis winced as the finger suddenly popped inside her tightly puckered asshole against all resistance and wormed deeply up inside to the tender dark flesh within.
"Do you like that?" Matt's anxious voice inquired from behind her. The young twenty year old woman noticed how he was becoming more concerned with pleasing her.
Phyllis's first impulse was to scream at the boy to take it out, but the feeling was so strange, so ... so lewd that she found she actually did want it. In fact, she wanted more! "Yes, I like it," she hissed, surprise clearly in her voice. Then without even knowing what she was saying, she continued, "Shove it in hard ... as hard as you can. Shove in two fingers ... please!"
The young brown--haired woman smiled, exulting in her own obscenity, as she heard Matt gasp in surprise. Well, at least that was something that the seemingly very experienced young man had never heard requested, she thought with satisfaction. As if considering exactly how to do as she requested, the youngster stopped his fucking into her loins and Phyllis felt his finger slowly move inside of her, probing deeper and deeper. To her surprise, it no longer hurt as she had anticipated but sparked a sensation of stunned pleasure tingling through her voracious loins.
Fascinated by this new activity with her, the boy rotated his finger into the tight expanding hole, sawing it in and out, widening the tiny asshole more and more. Shuddering at the wildly pleasant sensation, Phyllis braced herself and cried out, "Another! Shove another one in!"
He quickly obeyed her command and this time it did hurt. Yet some perverse obstinacy in her nature made her determined to willfully submit her rebellious body to the punishment of this insane experiment. Grabbing tight handfuls of grass and even dirt, she gritted her white even teeth as he began to fuck his fingers together inside her clinging rectum. Behind her, the boy screwed both fingers into her eagerly, stretching the tiny brown puckered asshole until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand.
Tony and Connie halted their own love-making to watch the strange proceedings happening right beside them on the ground. Connie's breath caught in her throat, but she finally relaxed as she saw her friend's flushed features suddenly begin to warm in enjoyment. The beautiful young brunette's mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the boy's slender fingers fucked around and around deep in her wide-stretched rubbery rectum.
"Fuck me there," she finally rasped back at the boy. "Fuck my ass!" Phyllis had no idea that she was saying anything out loud at all. She knew only the hungry devouring ache that wanted to suck his fingers into the tightly locking greedy depths of her ass.
Connie almost protested but then she stopped. After all, Phyllis was twenty years old and had parents enough during the winter. Let her discover what being twenty was all about! Shrugging resignedly, she turned away from her young friend and clasped Tony tightly to her own firm tits. Working her hips in tight little circles, she brought the attention of both of them back to the slender rod of hardened cock that was fucking in and out of her own flesh.
Meanwhile Phyllis felt Matt's fingers pull out of her rubberily gripping asshole, and then she felt him press the white cheeks of her ass wide apart. She didn't even know if they knew what they were doing or if it could be done. And she didn't care! She shivered as he slowly withdrew his rigidly swollen cock from the tingling wet channel of her velvet cunt, but, as she felt the smooth spongy head of his cock come to rest within the split crevice of her ass, the first pang of apprehension struck her.
"Wow, I'm not sure how to do this," the otherwise self-assured boy behind her admitted. "Would you please put it in for me?"
Despite her own feeling of uncertainty, the young woman's pride would not let her back down now. Reaching between her legs with one hand, she grasped the rock-hard shaft of the boy's cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her blue eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and she perceived the thickness of the throbbing, cum-filled instrument. She stroked it experimentally for a moment, trying to decide what she should do. She was afraid, terribly afraid and yet she hated to show it. Suddenly Connie's voice reached her like a comforting hand.
"I've done that," she said in a tone that did not reveal to the boys the fact that Phyllis was a novice at it. "Boy it sure hurts at first but then it gets great, doesn't it?"
"Y-yes," mumbled Phyllis, and then holding her breath, she placed the flaring hard tip against the tight hairless brown opening. She felt him begin to prod and work against her and realized that her fears had been well-founded. He was way too big to ever fit in that tiny opening, but maybe she would pretend that it was not impossible and let him find out for himself. Let him be the one to give up! She heard him grunt as he worked his prick against her asshole, straining to force it into the resisting, defensively clenched little hole. The pressure was unbearable. Something had to give way, and suddenly it did!
The handsome teenager pressed forward with all his strength and she felt a slight pop at her asshole and then a spasm of pain so sudden and chilling that she had to cram a clenched fist into her mouth to stifle the scream that was rising in her throat. Her poor white ass was scraping the ground like a trapped live animal, thrashing about to escape, but her jerks only served to drive the torturous rod deeper and deeper into her shaking, h thrashing, twisting rump.
The young boy held her hips tighter and pushed harder against her straining ass as he mistook her agony for passion. The tightness of her puckered little ass-lips around his stiffened cock was better than anything he had ever felt before, and he struggled to bury his entire bloated cock into her elastically clinging depths. It went in so slowly that he finally shouted.
"Push back! Push back, Phyllis!"
Phyllis could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. It felt as though a red hot poker was being driven into the very depths of her being. What had the boy said? Was it something that would help? Had Connie said anything? Oh, why didn't someone tell her what to do?
"Push your ass back," she dimly heard Matt plead again, barely discerning the words in her agony.
Praying for relief, she followed his directions, opening her clenched ass with a deliberate mind-shattering effort. Bracing her feverish body, she hunched back against the gigantic-feeling bludgeon.
"Aaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she grunted in pain as the teenager's hard body pressed down on her, the lust-bloated shaft driving far up into her quivering belly. Bucking crazily against him, she tried with all her might to throw him off, but, as she squirmed, he rammed down, embedding his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the quaking softness of her jiggling soft white ass. The pain was unbearable and" she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk obscenely in her ass, and then with a final groan of surrender, she ceased her struggling.
At the spectacle of the young woman's voluptuous white body skewered on the end of his stiff fleshy rod, the youth gasped with arousal and began fucking rhythmically deep into the soft, rubbery tiny throat, burying his rampaging instrument to the balls in her stretched asshole with every thrust. Nearby on the grass, Connie and Tony were watching again, wide-eyed, when suddenly the heard the skewered girl's whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. She was beginning to enjoy it!
Phyllis suddenly realized to her utter amazement that the agony was beginning to ease, the pain was becoming weirdly pleasurable. She was beginning to experience some strange masochistic enjoyment from the young boy's thrusts and she tentatively began to move her hips back to meet him. As she shoved back to meet the fucking movements of his loins, she felt her passion rekindling to new heights in her feverish body. Suddenly she was twisting and waving the upturned sunlit cheeks of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck deeper and harder. Her swelling asscheeks were swinging in tiny rotating circles, clenching tightly around the boyish cock with a slight throb to her rectum on every outstroke.
Connie's air of worry faded as she observed the unnatural love-making from a few feet away, and her amber eyes began to gleam with a savage lust. Grasping the ass of the little red-head above her, she began eagerly to spiral her hot devouring pussy up and down on his rampant cock, feeling her own excitement magnified a thousand times by the obscene spectacle beside her. Above her, Tony began to gasp and whine with the urgency of his impending orgasm.
As the sweat poured down Matt's handsome young face, he stared down in lustful delight as his balls smacked resoundingly against the young woman's moist cunt every time he sank his cock to the hilt in her wide-split asshole. At first he was not sure that the brown--haired woman like it, but now he could see that she was loving every minute. Her soft brown hair was f lying around her head and neck as she fucked frantically back to get more of the rock-hard cock embedded in her obscenely stretched leathery brown hole.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she moaned beneath him as he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the softly yielding cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper into her heated clasping passage. He held his cock there, far inside for a moment, just to please her and was rewarded by the impassioned movement of her satiny ass back against his loins. With long smooth strokes, the teenager began to fuck into her quivering asshole, hard and deep, with enthusiastic lunges that made her body quake against the unyielding earth. His breath came in short gasps as he spasmodically gripped the tops of her thighs with his agile fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his hotly expanding throbbing cock. He heard her groan of animal pleasure as he increased the vigor and power of his strokes.
Phyllis's mind blurred with the intensity of this strange and exciting new passion. She waved her ass lewdly back against his pounding thrusts, feeling filled as she had never been filled before. She felt no pain now, only an exquisite warm wetness in the crevice of her shimmering asscheeks. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his great load of seething sperm deep up into her virginally devouring asshole.
She strained back against the swelling cock as she felt it throb to an even greater and greater size, stretching the ravaged muscles of her hot clammy depths almost beyond human endurance.
Sometimes it seemed, with the rush of falling water in her ears to compound her sense of frenzy, as though the entire earth were rocking with them, quivering and shaking from the movements of two little people in a delicious act of sodomy. Actually, all four of them were straining toward their approaching orgasms.
Phyllis's head twisted from side to side in wild abandon and she dimly saw Tony's red hair and Connie's blond curls at one end of a fused white mass that was writhing passionately over the ground. As the brown--haired waitress felt the first tingling surges of her own orgasm begin to jolt through her body, she vaguely heard Connie crying out.
"Oh, cum in me, Tony! I love your beautiful young cock! Cum in me!"
Then Phyllis lost all awareness of anything but her own panting body as she felt Matt thrust the full hard length of his stone-like cock up into her shamelessly grasping rubbery depths. His body jerked convulsively as the first hot torrents of his thick shooting cream began to spurt hotly into the farthermost depths of her greedily gulping rectum. It surged through her body like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly like a steaming hot bath as he shoved forward with a mighty thrust that made his bloated balls dance over her stiffly erected clitoris.
The electrifying contact set off her own answering explosion. The young girl shuddered as the long-awaited peak of orgasmic sensation was finally achieved, then she gasped as she felt the boy's limply deflating shaft being slowly withdrawn from her flooded rectal throat. There was a slight wet sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full clenching moons of her ass with a lewd slurping noise.
Connie and her Tony had climaxed their love-making just in time to watch Matt and Phyllis's final spasms of rapture, and now they all lay panting beside each other on the rumpled, beaten down grass. It was a long time before any of them could catch their breaths, and even when she was finally breathing normally again, Phyllis could not bring herself to speak. This masochistic assfucking had turned into one of the most glorious experiences of her life and now she was afraid to say a word that might ruin the spell of golden peace and satiation that seemed to hand over the four of them as they listened dreamily to the constant cool splash of water on the little pond.
In spite of the beautiful day and the amazingly wonderful experiences that she enjoyed by the falls, Phyllis was not unhappy to see five o'clock come around. There would be other days for love-making all summer long, but she was still very curious about what Pete's reaction to the night before would be. The older man was a mystery to Phyllis now, a fascinating game to test her cleverness. She felt like Sherlock Holmes as she prepared to face him and discover the truth of his nature, whether he made a habit of raping women.
Actually, she and Connie arrived at the restaurant by four thirty for dinner. Phyllis was learning all kinds of crazy things in this restaurant business, having experiences that would horrify her mother if she knew. Never had she eaten so haphazardly! Depending upon her shift, dinner was apt to be any time between four thirty and after nine at night! Today, she and Connie would eat at four thirty and then grab a salad or a sandwich much later on a coffee break, if they managed to get one. If Connie didn't have a date, she might drive Phyllis into town at almost midnight if they were really hungry, and they would have a pizza or a hamburger and a beer, another addition to Phyllis's diet. At first, the new young waitress would get ravenously hungry in between these oddly placed meals, but it did not take long for her body to adjust to the erratic timing. Of course, she could always steal a bun while she worked, that is if Pete wasn't watching.
"I never knew restaurants were so clean," Phyllis told Connie in awe in one night.
"They aren't usually," Connie said. "John happens to be a finicky chef and Pete is fussy, too, but the cook before him didn't care what the girls did as long as John didn't see them."
"Do you think Pete wants to be chef?"
"I'm sure he does. Why wouldn't he?"
Phyllis remembered this conversation as she stood at the counter waiting for her own dinner to be served. She watched the head cook carefully for some sign of recognition, but he only smiled his usual way when he handed her a steaming plate of something that looked like chicken in a thick gravy. There was no flicker of tell-tale recognition in his eyes. She tried to keep her own expression cool until she could decide what she wanted him to see. It was not that easy to do. For one thing, her hand shook a little as she went to take the plate, and was it her imagination or did he hold the plate just a little longer than necessary to make her lose her initial grip on it as he placed it on the wooden pick-up rack over the stove? Yes, it was her own fumbling that made her drop the plate back onto the wood with an awkward click before she finally picked it up and left for the back room where the waitresses and other employees had their meals.
Connie was already there when she arrived. She was grinning mischievously. "Did Pete look like a naughty boy?" she asked.
He had forgotten all about it, "I think," Phyllis said lightly.
"You don't seem to think it was such an important experience anymore," her friend noted while she ate. A half hour was not much time in which to eat a hot meal.
"It wasn't even twenty four hours ago," she mumbled in surprise. "What's that?" her friend asked.
"I said that twenty four hours ago I was a virgin...." Phyllis's face reddened and she looked quickly around the room Three other women were chatting at the round table in the comer, but probably no one heard her. Connie was nearly choking, trying to keep from laughing while she was swallowing. Phyllis bent toward her friend and whispered, "Do you realize what I've done inside of twenty four hours?"
"Yes," her friend smiled. "You've changed your mind and your life and probably a lot of other things, too."
"Well, my ideas, anyway."
"Are we going to meet those boys again? They were rather enthusiastic about it," Connie reminded her.
"We ought to find another place," her pretty brown--haired friend sighed, thinking of the neighboring farm. "But it's so beautiful there."
"Maybe it's worth the gamble," Connie said. Phyllis noticed that her friend had mastered the ability to speak while she chewed. She thought of her own strict training against talking while she ate and what a useless thing it was to have learned. Anyone could talk and eat separately. It took ability to do both at the same time!
"But just think of landing in jail or something!"
"We can ask the boys for ideas." Phyllis kept silent for awhile, hurrying to catch up with her experienced friend, who was almost finished already! Connie reminded her, "You better hurry and eat. You know what Pete says about wasting food!" she teased. Connie had seen Pete entering the little room behind her friend. She knew he had to eat before John left today and it now occurred to her that Phyllis might interpret his coming as a desire to eat with her.
"Pete does a certain amount of wasting himself, if you ask me," Phyllis said with her mouth almost full. She was experimenting with three things, eating, talking, and smiling at the same time. Now she almost choked on the effort, but especially when she felt the hard whack of a big hand on her back, somebody's overly strenuous attempt to help the food go down right.
"After you finish eating, you can tell me what I waste," Pete's amused voice surprised her. She felt her face flush and was a little angered by the amused glints in Connie's amber eyes. He sat down serenely at the next table.
Connie raised her voice so that he would overhear. "Pete doesn't waste anything, Phyllis," she said innocently, "except sweet potatoes."
Phyllis thought she would drop through her chair! Oh, how could she say such a thing? The reference to Phyllis was obvious!
"I don't waste sweet potatoes," he answered her indirect remark, turning to face his challenger. "I leave them for those who like them!"
Phyllis was suddenly struck by a strange look that passed between the two of them, as though this wasn't the beginning of the argument or as though ... as though ... Connie kept talking about how Pete preferred his brother. Was Connie jealous?
"Pete doesn't like sweet potatoes, Connie," Phyllis reminded her friend.
"Connie loves 'em," Pete exclaimed with a grin then and turned back to his food.
God, this was sure getting heavy, Phyllis thought, very confused. She looked now at Connie, whose face, surprisingly, was a beet red in color. She bent over her own food, deciding to pay no more attention to what was going on between them but just concentrate on her own thoughts and food. There was a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach as Pete's answer penetrated her mind. Connie loves sweet potatoes? Phyllis thought of Connie's reaction the night before, of how she had come into Phyllis's bed and ... and treated her like a lover. Now she recalled something else, too. When Phyllis had a date after work, she always took her car, and she never mentioned a man's name. Today at the falls, Connie seemed in no great hurry to get involved with the boys. She much preferred watching Phyllis. Time after time when Phyllis had looked toward her friend, Connie's amber eyes were dazed by lust but they were watching Phyllis, not Tony!
"See you on the floor," Connie suddenly said with a forced smile, taking her tray and leaving a full ten minutes before she had to.
Phyllis was finding it very difficult to eat. She really wanted to cry. Then Pete surprised her by moving over and taking her old friend's place. "What's the matter, sweet potato?" she asked, and she had no idea at all what to say to this man who half intrigued her and half frightened the hell out of her! Finally she mumbled, fighting to hold back any tears although she felt the burning sting of one on her lower lid, almost ready to fall.
"I'm afraid I am a very naive little girl, Pete."
He reached over and patted her head. "Yeah, I know that now, but I didn't know." When she didn't answer, he continued. "It's a big rough world, baby. If it could run like clockwork ... if it could run as smooth and efficient as I run my kitchen, now, a person could live in it!" He was a proud man. And all he was proud of was his kitchen and how he could run it as smooth as a clock! He was probably just as proud of his driving, of his ability to race at a girl with his car and then swerve away in the nick of time. How many times had he done that, she wondered? And what if something went wrong with the car mechanically? Had he thought of that?
She had finished her meal and took a big gulp of milk. There must be no more time now, she thought. She glanced at her watch. No, she had about a minute left. She was learning for the first time in her life how much could be accomplished in a single minute.
"What would have happened," she asked pointedly, "if you had hit me with that car?"
He didn't answer. She might have known he wouldn't. Well, let him think it over for awhile. She took the last of her milk in her mouth and he was probably waiting for that.
"Mashed potato!" he said with a grin and a shrug.
But she fooled him. She swallowed the milk even though she did have to laugh afterwards. But he had wanted her to spit it!
"Some throat," he complimented her, and the tone of his voice made her heart race. "I hope you don't waste it."
"I ... I don't want to ... to waste it," she shuttered, staring at him and wondering where she found the courage to banter with him about such things. She could taste ... almost ... his huge cock. God!
"You won't," he said and then looked quickly at his watch. "You can just make it if you hurry."
She jumped up from her chair and almost ran with her tray, wondering why she did. Here she was, finally in pursuit of her freedom, a hard won victory over her parents and ... and submitting willingly to the clockwork precision of a foolish kitchen! What kind of freedom was that? On the other hand ... she rubbed her neck where an itch seemed to be running around inside her throat ... it was Pete's kitchen, and if she were efficient enough and satisfied him, maybe he would want to satisfy her after all!
