She envied
Yvonne and Carole; their life together seemed so secure, so fulfilling.

With a sigh, she sat up on the edge of the bed, put on her robe, and
walked into the kitchen and sat down. Already the percolator had begun
filling the air with a pungent aroma. She felt refreshed and cheerful.

"I have a class at nine," she remarked, looking at the clock, which
pointed to seven-fifteen.

"You mean you want to bug out?" asked Carole, busily washing dishes at
the sink.

"No, I'll have some coffee, and then I'd better get back to my place
and clean up."

"Okay. You can eat here if you like. We've got plenty."

Suzanne shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry. Some coffee'll be fine,
though, thanks."

She stared at the other girl, standing naked at the sink, and admired
her figure, so slender, yet with such full breasts and wide hips,
immeasurably feminine. There was no trace of embarrassment in her
manner; it seemed so natural for her to be without clothes. In the back
of her mind, Suzanne heard her mother's voice, echoing back from years
before ... "A lady never goes around naked. Even your father's never
seen me without something on. I believe in modesty, like every self-
respecting woman."

She smiled to herself. If only her mother could see her now, she
thought.

* * *

The front door closed behind her, and Suzanne locked it with a sigh of
relief. Even though she knew it would be too early for any young man to
have rape on his mind, she was taking no chances. She had had Yvonne
scout the stairway before she left the apartment for her own, and once
inside, the warm comforting glow she experienced with her friends began
to disappear. She was once more alone; once more vulnerable.

Stop it, she whispered to herself, walking into the bathroom and
turning on the hot water faucets in the tub, there's no sense being
ridiculous about it. The door's locked. You're safe. Maybe safe from
physical harm for the moment, but what about her own fears? What about
her own desires? Would she ever be safe from those?

Impatiently Suzanne hung up her robe behind the bathroom door and
reached for her toothbrush. Energetically she attacked her teeth,
scrubbing harder than usual, as if through the act she would help chase
the feeling gnawing at her stomach, aching in her loins. Yes, she
couldn't deny it, coupled with the fright was the deep desire for
something to happen again, something that would help mature her
burgeoning sexuality, help make it blossom to its fullest so she could
no longer think of herself as a girl but as a woman, filled with all
the passionate responses a woman should have, able to handle any
situation where a man (or a woman) was concerned. Yes, it wasn't just
sex with men now; it was sex, plain and not so simple. It was the tiger
let loose in the jungle of her pubic hair.

She turned off the water and eased herself into the tub, letting her
body slide beneath the warm water, savoring the sensual pleasure of the
splashing against her skin, vitalizing her vagina again with erotic
desire and bringing her breasts once more to erection. It was true; as
her fingers rubbed over her magnificent orbs, she felt the nipples firm
beneath her touch. Jeez, had she turned into a raving sex maniac?

She closed her eyes, and with the soap in one hand she slicked her
other and rubbed herself, carefully, sensually. Her fingers massaged
her breasts and nipples, and her mind fled back to Yvonne's soft
caresses the night before. Mentally she felt Yvonne's fingers on her
body, Yvonne's softness exciting her to a fever pitch of desire. Her
groin tingled with the rising tide of sexual arousal, and slowly she
let her fingers slide down, across her stomach, and come to rest in her
bush, pushing her labia open and reaching their final goal.

She felt the electric thrill as her finger touched her clitoris,
already hard and throbbing. She gripped it, caressed it, rubbed the
shaft, pinched it, and her hips began undulating gently. In her mind
she remembered Carole's tongue paying homage to her pussy, bringing her
even greater delights than the hard prick which had cruelly defiled her
earlier. But had it been that cruel? Had Donald really hurt her that
much? He may have scared her, being stronger and holding her down, but
once he had slipped that lovely long cock into her eager pulsating
pussy, had it been that bad? She had to admit honestly it hadn't; she
had loved it. She relished the thought of it cramming deep into her
depths, its thickness pushing aside her cunt-lips, probing her vagina
and sending shivers of excitement up to the mouth of her womb. Deeper
... deeper, Donald ... let me have it all, let me have that rod, all
the way.

Suzanne's fingers were pushing in and out of her wet, warm cavern, the
tantalizing sensations only made greater by the warm water lapping
around her body, licking at her breasts as they almost floated on top
of the surface. Her hips were moving quicker and quicker, making waves
that only stimulated every inch of her skin, making her wish Donald
were there, his tongue licking her all over. Not only Donald, but Ted
and Clayton, all three of them, their hands, tongues and cocks all
dragging over her, pushing into every crevice, bringing her the
greatest delight she was capable of experiencing. Yes, yes, all of
them; all those three wonderful cocks, all together, all pushing into
her. Yes, two cocks up her twat, the third up her asshole. She was
being fucked by them all at the same time. She slid one hand between
her buttocks and pushed a finger into her anus. Oh, Jeez, she couldn't
stand it. The sensations were mounting. Her asshole was on fire. Her
twat was oozing her juices. Her breasts were going to explode. Higher
and higher ... quicker and quicker ... rub that clitoris, up and down,
pinch it, squeeze it ... fuck me, fuck me ... Donald ... deeper. Ted,
quicker. Clayton, give that lovely big black piece of meat to me. All
of it, plunging deep into me. Oh, yes, yes ...

With a strangled cry, Suzanne's body heaved, sending large splashes of
water up the sides of the tub, spilling over onto the floor as she
convulsed and felt her orgasm mounting, shaking her entire body, and
from her mouth came little animal moans of ecstasy.

Slowly the feeling receded, and she lay still, her fingers still
manipulating her flesh slowly, gently as the waves of emotion receded,
becoming still as the waves in the bathtub. She opened her eyes and
stared down at herself. Oh, Christ, that was wonderful. It wasn't just
the physical orgasm; it was the thought that perhaps it might have been
those boys again. Yes, again, again. She wanted then again, loathful,
hateful, hurting; but she wanted them. Oh, God, what was she going to
do? What would she do when they came knocking at her door again, and
something told her they were coming. They would be there, all three of
them, panting, with enormous hard-ons sticking out of their pants,
those lovely shafts of gleaming meat, two white, one black, each
throbbing with anticipation, eager to sink into her unresisting body.

Biting her lip, Suzanne climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she stared at herself, filled with
loathing that she had allowed herself to be so carried away. What was
happening to her? Did all girls go through this when they first found
out about sex? She looked at her body. It was the same as it had been a
week before. There was no difference. Her eyes lifted, taking in her
crotch, her breasts, and then she looked at her face, at the smooth
round cheeks, the slightly upturned nose, the wide, sensual mouth, and
her eyes, staring back at her with a new expression, a new awareness of
her womanhood. And in that glance, she knew she had forever lost her
innocence; her childhood lay buried under a sea of come that spurted
out of a large, jerking penis while she stood beside it, hugging it
with her arms, crying because it was too big to take, and all she could
do was hug it and cry, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

With a shudder, Suzanne walked into the living room and over to the
closet. As she slowly got dressed, she knew it was going to be a
difficult day, yet ten minutes later, as she bounced gaily down the
stairs and out into the sunshine, she smiled to herself and hummed a
tune. Come on, things weren't so bad, really; and what was so wrong
about letting oneself go?

"Hi, Suzanne, how are you today?"

It was her slovenly landlady, calling out from the door of her
apartment.

"Fine, thanks, and you?"

"Oh, I'm okay. Lovely day, isn't it?"

"Sure is."

She ran out the building and up the sidewalk, suddenly realizing she
only had seven minutes to make her class.

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