Joselyn looked into Paul's face, saw the awful vulnerability in his eyes. She knew that her timing was bad, that she'd chosen a terrible place to unload on him, but it was a do or die situation. She had to act while she still could, while she still had the fear in her or she didn't know whether she could do it at all.
"What is it?" he said, the concern on his face growing. He pushed forward from the edge of the lab counter, and reached out for her with both hands.
The blonde stepped back, out of his range. In a couple of minutes, the empty laboratory was going to be filled with sullen undergraduates; she had to do it now.
"Bertrand turned in his N.S.F. grant proposal today," she said, no longer able to look Paul in the eye.
"I guess that bastard's ass is grass, huh?"
"It's up to Dr. Velasquez, now," she said. "Knowing him, he'll hold out for awhile, drop a few hints to Bertrand. Nothing heavy-handed, of course, but enough so that when the hammer falls, he'll know damn well who dropped it."
"Oily son of a bitch!?"
"My job with Bertrand is through," she said, "I quit as his research assistant this morning."
Paul's eyes lit up. He moved closer to her, trying to touch her again. When she once again moved back, he stopped and frowned. "What is it, Joselyn?" he said. "What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath, hating herself for what she was about to do for the sake of her career. "It's Velasquez," she said, woodenly. "He's given me strict orders about you."
"Me?! What's he got against me?"
She shrugged. "He's demanded that I move out of your apartment," she told him. "And that I stop seeing you, altogether."
"Son of a bitch!" Paul snarled.
"I'm sorry," Joselyn said.
"Sorry? Sorry?! You're not going to do it, are you?" he said, aghast. "You're not going to let that creep run your life like that?! Jesus! We can do something, fight it somehow! We've got to. We mean too much to each other."
It was the moment of truth. Joselyn knew that she could hurt him, humiliate him worse than ever just by the way she responded, but she didn't want to hurt him, not anymore. That surprised her. Perhaps it was because she realized that the part of him that she loathed, the part of him that made her want to cause him pain, his weakness for her, for everything was insignificant, as was her supposed strength. Neither of the two opposite qualities had kept them from getting caught up in the intrigue, neither was "better" than the other. Both Joselyn and Paul were in the same boat and she knew it.
"I'm sorry, Paul," she said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Really, I am."
The young man shut his eyes and shook his head as if trying to clear it. Then he looked at her and said, "I love you. I honestly do."
There was no nice way to dump on him. No matter how she spoke the words or what words she spoke, the effect was the same. It made him think that he was worthless, that she loved Velasquez, that she was willing to do whatever the professor said. It made him think that what he feared about himself, his inadequacy, was all true.
"I'm very sorry," she said, turning for the door. "Christ! You can't just walkout like that! You can't!"
Joselyn cringed. Paul was changing right before her eyes. He was turning into a desperate, whining cur. He was becoming the thing he feared, something ugly and debased. It startled her that he could fall apart so and it reminded her of how she'd fallen apart, she, the strong one, under the skilled fingers of Dr. Blensch. Her stomach tied up into a knot.
"I'll come by to pick up my things and drop off the key later," she said, walking quickly out the door.
Over and over, as she hurried down the hall away from the scene of the "crime", she told herself that what she'd done had to be done, that there was no way around it. Somehow, she couldn't convince herself, not entirely.
Her face was still hot, flushed as she knocked on Dr. Velasquez door and waited breathlessly for his response.
"Enter," he said.
Joselyn pushed into the office and closed the door behind her. The expression on the professor's face buoyed her spirits up immediately. He was beaming at her! Her heart began to pound hard. The look he was giving her could have passed for true affection.
"Well, well," he said, pushing up from his desk.
"My little Mata Hari has finished her assignment." She nodded, stepping closer, standing there, waiting, praying to be petted. Dr. Velasquez gingerly reached out and took hold of the hem of her tank top, lifting it up over her chest, exposing the supple, up thrusting pears of her breasts. He put the back of his hairy hand to her soft pink nipples, rubbing the hard edge of his knuckles over them.
Joselyn gasped as her nipples instantly stiffened, bumping in between his fingers, as waves of pleasure rolled down from her tits, down over her smooth tummy. He was watching her as he toyed with her breasts, watching intently as her eyelids fluttered, as her cheeks blushed, as her breathing grew heavy and ragged. He knew that she was his, they both knew. Joselyn could not hide the weakness, the yearning in her face, her eyes; she didn't even try. By showing it to him, she was meekly offering herself up to him, begging for mercy.
When her nipples had shriveled up into tight points, he stopped rubbing them. He looked down at his handiwork with almost clinical detachment. "Nice pair of tits," he said.
Joselyn felt her face burn with pleasure and shame. She wanted him to do more, to take her tender buds in his mouth and bite and suck them. He did not…
Dr. Velasquez stepped back from her, leaving her tank top pulled up, her breasts exposed. "Tell me about Bertrand," he said, grinning fiercely.
Joselyn had to shut her eyes and take a deep breath to pull herself together before she could speak. His casual touch had started a bonfire going between her thighs.
"He mailed the proposal this morning," she said. "He seemed elated that things worked out so well. He was so relieved that he didn't make much of a fuss when I told him I was quitting."
"You're damn right he was relieved!" the professor said, gleefully. "He didn't think he had a snowball's chance in hell of ever getting out of the corner he'd boxed himself into. That stupid cretin probably thinks some benevolent angel stepped in to save him!"
The blonde tried to smile, but somehow she could not share the professor's enthusiasm. There was a slight hysterical edge to his merriment that deeply disturbed her.
"I'm going to let him stay 'relieved' for a couple of weeks," he went on, his eyes gleaming. "Until after I have a chance to address the Foundation board as to my suspicions. Once I know that they're going to act against him, I'll start dropping hints around the department. Oh, it's going to be such a pleasure to see that jerk leave here in disgrace!"
Joselyn stood there, her breasts bared, her nipples beginning to soften, to spread out into round ring. She felt awkward, ill at ease…
The professor looked at her suddenly, as if just remembering that she was present. He scowled at her naked breasts. "You can put those jugs away," he said.
The blonde's face flushed, but she did as he asked, pulling her tank top down… She had something to tell him, something important, and she wasn't sure how he would take it. The longer she waited, the harder it was getting, so she just blurted it out.
"I've decided to move out of Paul's apartment," she said, her eyes searching his desperately.
"Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded, stumbling ahead full tilt. "I just couldn't stand to be with him anymore. Not after being with you. I don't ever want to be with anyone else, ever again."
Dr. Velasquez regarded her curiously. "Are you telling me that you're in love with me?" he said.
Joselyn caught the mocking tone in his voice, but she refused to be crushed by it. She told herself if she could show him how much he meant to her, if she could prove it to him, he'd have to love her back.
"Yes, yes, I am," she said.
The professor smiled at her. "How wonderful for you," he said.
The blonde winced, biting her lower lip. Velasquez grinned even more broadly, grinned like a crocodile. "Maybe you'd like to come over to my place this evening?" he said. "We could talk about it some more… in a place where we won't be disturbed."
"What?"
"My apartment," he told her, walking around the corner of his desk and taking a seat in his swivel chair. "At about six."
Joselyn's pulse rate soared. She couldn't believe that he wasn't playing with her, teasing her. "Really?" she asked, breathlessly.
He gave her an arch look. "Unless you have some other plans," he said.
"No! Of course not," she told him. She wanted to jump for joy.
"I'll see you then," he said, indicating with a nod of his head that she was dismissed.
She walked out of that office on Cloud Nine. She spent the rest of the day in the graduate research library in one of the little study cubicles. She wasn't studying Chemistry, though. She was mulling over what Dr. Velasquez had said to her, trying to stretch the most amount of meaning from it. An invitation to his apartment undoubtedly implied sex and that, in itself, was enough to make her head swim. And, an invitation to his apartment coming immediately after she'd told him she was moving out on Paul could possibly mean he intended on offering to let her move in with him. The thought of that, of being around "her man" all the time, of serving him in all ways, made her want to run shouting through the library, shouting her happiness.
She made sure that she showed up at his apartment at precisely six p.m., even though it meant she had to wait in a downstairs hallway for ten minutes. As she rang the bell, she thought she could hear voices coming from inside, but the stereo was so loud she couldn't be sure.
The door opened and, instead of coming face to face with the man she adored, Joselyn found herself staring at a girl of no more than eighteen, a very pretty girl dressed in a pale blue, baby doll style negligee.
"Hi," the girl said, brushing her long, straight blonde hair from her face. Though the frilly top of the peignoir was totally sheer, though the small, high breasts, the round red nipples could be easily seen through it, she made no move to cover herself from Joselyn's stare. "You must be Joselyn. Come on in. The party's just about to start."
Joselyn was too stunned, too crushed to do anything more than walk past the girl. Her little fantasy of a romantic interlude with Velasquez went straight down the toilet.
There were three men sitting on the couch in the living room. None of them happened to be the professor. They were all dressed as if they'd just returned from a workout at the handball court, rumpled, sweat-stained t-shirts, gym shorts and court shoes.
"Man, alive!" said the fellow closest to Joselyn, his eyes licking greedily over her body. He was short, plump, about 45 years old. His complexion was florid, his thinning hair a dark, wavy red. He violently nudged the man sitting next to him. "I don't believe it," the nudged fellow said, shaking his head. He was the oldest of the three and the tallest, like a salt and pepper thatched string bean. His deeply tanned skin was like leather.
"Here," said the third man, patting the tops of his hairy thighs. His body was covered with matted black hair. It stuck out of the neck of his t-shirt in thick tufts. The top of his head, however, was bald as an egg. His features were coarse, knobby; his smile absolutely obscene. "Come over here and sit," he repeated, waving at Joselyn.
She felt her face flush with embarrassment. "Is Dr. Velasquez here? I came to see Dr. Velasquez," she said.
"Sure, he's here," the plump man said, staring at her crotch.
"Sugar," the tall one said to the young blonde, "why don't you go and get your lord and master? Tell him he's wanted out here."
Joselyn flinched at the "lord and master" bit… then flinched again as the girl turned her back on them and walked through a door into the bedroom. The seat of her negligee was sheer, too. Through it, the round, tight cheeks of her ass could be seen, and between them, just a hint of soft, blonde fuzz.
"Christ, what I'd give for fifteen minutes with that!" the hairy man groaned.
Joselyn suddenly felt very dizzy. Everything had become so confused. What was that young girl doing here dressed like that? What were these three leering animals doing here? Where was her professor?
Her last question was answered first. Dr. Velasquez stepped into the living room, followed by the little blonde.
"Glad you could make it," he said to Joselyn.
Joselyn could only gape at him. For one thing, he was completely naked, for another, his entire body was oiled, gleaming, every hair plastered to his swarthy skin, and he was sporting a monstrous erection.
"Allow me to introduce you all," he said. "Joselyn, this is Charlene. She's one of my brighter undergraduate students."
Charlene nodded and smiled, but she wasn't looking at Joselyn; she was mesmerized by the lewdly swaying staff of his penis.
"The rolly polly guy is Wilbur Jaffee, from the school of Dentistry," Velasquez said.
"Dr. Jaffee," the plump man corrected him.
"Sitting next to him is Dr. Karl Manx of the Geology Department," the professor continued. "And next to him is Hubert Reed, lecturer in Astro-Physics."
"Pleased to meet you," Dr. Manx said.
"Likewise," said Dr. Jaffee.
"When is she going to strip?" asked Mr. Reed.
Joselyn shot Velasquez a horrified look. "No," she said, softly. "No, please."
The professor beamed at her. "I'm sure that Joselyn will be only too happy to accommodate you in any way that you please," he said. "She's a very adaptable girl."
She shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She had just gotten the answer to her second question. The men were here for her and she was here for them. Her most terrible fears had become reality. Velasquez didn't give a damn about her, wasn't even interested enough in her to want to fuck her, himself. What did interest him was power, the power to control her, to control her favors, to dispose them on a whim to his handball cronies, to show them just how macho he was.
"She doesn't look too happy to me," Dr. Manx said, frowning at Velasquez. "You invited us up for a gang bang, not a gang rape, or am I mistaken?"
The professor smirked at him, reaching back, grabbing hold of Charlene's silky hair, brutally jerking her around in front of him, forcing her to her knees. Whimpering softly, the girl immediately began to lick his hairy testicles, her eyes shut rapturously, her hands limp at her sides.
Joselyn's final question was then answered. Charlene was here for Velasquez. As the realization swept over her, it seemed to deaden every nerve in her body. She stood there, rigid as a statue, hardly aware of what was going on around her, her soul writhing in agony inside the lifeless shell.
"Strip for them, baby," Velasquez said to her, his hands trapping Charlene's blushing face, guiding her lips and tongue up higher, up over the thick root of his oiled erection. "Show them what you've got to give."
The look in his eyes cut right into the core of her being. It said that if she didn't obey him, she would never see him again. He would shut her out of his life. She couldn't bear that, not that. No matter what he made her do, she couldn't bear being nothing to him.
"Yeah, show us," Dr. Jaffee said, his voice already thick with passion, his face turning a darker shade of red.
Joselyn tried to swallow the basketball sized lump in her throat and failed. It remained there, choking her as she took hold of the bottom of her tank top. She stared straight into Dr. Velasquez eyes as she lifted it up over her breasts, up over her head, trying desperately to send him the mental message that she was doing it for him, that she would do anything for him, pleading with him to give the other girl to these animals, to take her into the bedroom with him.
"God, what a set!" Mr. Reed groaned, feasting his eyes on her breasts. His stubby-fingered hands rubbed anxiously on his thighs.
"Beautiful!" said Dr. Manx, moistening his lips.
"Let's see the pussy!" Dr. Jaffee cried, excitedly, a big lump suddenly visible, suddenly throbbing in the front of his shorts.
Joselyn gave the professor one last pleading look. He glared at her, lifting, lowering Charlene's pretty face, making her mouth rub over the full length of his cock.
"Go on," he said.
A chill raced up Joselyn's spine. He was really going to make her go through with it. There would be no reprieve. Her fingers fumbled with the front of her cut off jeans.
Even before she had the buttons loose, the professor was turning, half-dragging Charlene back through the bedroom door, her lips obscenely ovalled about the greasy head of his penis.
"Hey!" Dr. Jaffee said. "Aren't you going to stick around for the rest of the show?"
Velasquez laughed. "I've seen it," he said.
Joselyn had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing aloud.
"Go on, knock yourselves out," the professor said. "It's party time." Then he closed the bedroom door.
"Hell of a guy!" Mr. Reed said.
"Salt of the earth," added Jaffee.
Dr. Manx was already up from the couch, moving towards her. His face was a frightening mask of lust… and the whole front of his nylon gym shorts was pushed out of shape by a huge, hulking erection.
Instinctively, Joselyn moved back, holding her hand out to fend him off. "Oh, please, please, don't!" she whined, tearfully.
The sight of her naked breasts, her silken tummy had evidently quashed the doctor's concern over rape. He pushed her hand aside and pulled her roughly into his arms, forcing her bare mounds to mash into his chest, forcing his mouth down hard on hers.
Joselyn tried to struggle, to keep her jaws shut, but he was gripping her face so hard, digging his fingers into the hinge points of her jaw that she couldn't bear the pain. Her mouth opened and his long, thick tongue slithered inside, nearly gagging her.
He kissed her hungrily, lashing his tongue over hers, over the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, making his tool fuck in and out between her lips.
She pushed as hard as she could on his arms, trying to make him disengage, but her efforts were worse than futile. All she succeeded in doing was exhausting herself.
"Look at the good doctor tongue that bitch!" Mr. Reed exclaimed, starting to strip out of his clothes, moving closer to the grappling couple.
"Yeah!" Jaffee panted, pulling his gym shorts down. His thick, uncircumcised penis flipped up, slapping hard against the soft meat of his chest, making it jiggle. He immediately put his hand to the obscenely curving shaft and began to pump it furiously.
Joselyn felt the other two men closing in behind her. Never in her life had she ever felt so trapped, so smothered. Rough hands slipped around her waist, ripping open the buttons of her fly, wrenching her shorts down around her ankles.
"Would you look at that ass!" Jaffee croaked, masturbating himself harder, faster.
Mr. Reed slipped his hands in under her armpits and somehow got his fingers between her breasts and Dr. Manx's chest. He cupped those resilient mounds, squeezing them hard, pinching the tender nipples.
The blonde was so dizzy she could hardly stand. That long tongue was choking her, shutting off her breath, those hard fingers were plucking at her nipples, savagely kneading her soft breasts, and there were other hands, other hands cupping her bare buttocks, prying them apart.
Dr. Manx dug his fingers deep into her asscrack, pulling her tighter to him, mashing her hot mound up against the front of his gym shorts, up against the underside of his hard cock, and, in so doing, he ripped her cheeks wide open, spreading her entire crotch to the view of the other men.
Reed stopped squeezing her tits and staggered back, leering at the flattened cleft, at the round pink ring of her anus, at the smooth pink petals of her pussy, at the silky golden hairs.
"Christ!!" he groaned, shoving his shorts down, freeing the monstrous hard on between his legs. The swollen rod lurched up, the broad, squat head sitting atop the rigid shaft like a purple toad, its skin hideously shiny, its vent glistening with something white and thick. He started to bend his penis down, down towards Joselyn's cunt.
"No!! Let me! Let me first!!" Jaffee moaned, pushing around in front of Reed, dropping to his knees behind the helpless girl. He thrust his florid face right into her parted fork, boring his nose right into her anus, boring his pointed tongue between the warm flaps, right up into her pussy.
Joselyn whinnied through her nostrils, her whole body shuddering as the tongue surged up into her cunt. Her nails raked Dr. Manx's arms, but he would not release her. Tongue was darting down her throat, tongue was darting up her pussy. The sensation was awesome. Jaffee was going absolutely animal on her, sucking as well as thrusting, snorting, and snuffling into her open pussy like a hog at a trough. Every wild slurping stab of his tongue against her clitoris sent unwanted thrills shooting over her belly. She could feel her cunt stretching, yielding to the insistent probing, readying itself, whether she liked it or not, for a much deeper, much more degrading penetration soon to come.
"Enough, dammit!" Reed snarled. "Let me in there, you little twerp!"
Jaffee raised her face from her bottom, saliva and pungent juice glistening on his mouth and pudgy cheeks. "Don't say I never did anything for you," he said, indicating her fork with a nod of his head…
Reed peered over the fat man's shoulder and groaned. The blonde's pussy was no longer pink, no longer tight-lipped and prim. It had been sucked, licked to a bright, ruddy red and the flaps dropped down, heavy, swollen, like the petals of a parboiled orchid.
Dr. Manx worked his fingers lower, catching hold of the wet labia, peeling both halves of her pussy back, opening up the hot pink furrow from top to bottom.
"Christ! How did you get her so fucking loose?!!" Reed said to Jaffee.
The plump man smirked. "I'm a dentist, remember?" he said, turning his head back to her fork, giving her winking anus a greedy slurp. "An oral expert, for Christ's sake!"
Joselyn cringed as she felt that tongue squirm over her pore and cringed again as she felt the hairy man moving into position behind her. Dr. Manx was holding her pussy open so wide that she knew Reed would have no trouble getting his cock into her. She tried desperately to fight down the feeling that were welling up inside of her, a horrible, confused mish mash of self-loathing and self-doubt. Did she really secretly deserve what she was about to get? Had she earned the debasement through her own cruelties to Paul, to other men? And more importantly, did she really, deep down want it?
A piercing shriek cut into the room, a shriek from the bedroom. Joselyn knew that Velasquez was fucking Charlene, battering her, abusing her in some ungodly way, attempting to break her will, to turn her into a slave. She could no longer feel jealousy towards the other girl. All she had in her heart for Charlene was pity.
Reed jammed the head of his cock right between her parted labia, guiding it with his fingers, easing it into the warm, wet pocket of her pussy.
"Man!" Jaffee cried, leering at the penetration from a distance of about six inches.
Joselyn tried to tighten her sphincter muscles, to hold him out, but Dr. Manx was pulling outward too hard. The heavy head probed up into her cunt, filling it from wall to wall with hot, male flesh.
"She's so fucking hot!" Reed gasped.
Dr. Manx jerked his mouth from Joselyn's.
"Hurry, damn you," he barked over her shoulder. "Get it in!"
"Noooo, noooo pleeeease!!" she sobbed as the hairy man drew his knob back a bit, preparing to righteously spit her.
Reed paused, peering down fixedly at her spread crotch, peering at the winking ring of her anus just above the neck of his penis. He made his decision in a split second, ripping the gleaming head from the lips of her pussy, jamming it right into her tiny pore.
"GOD!!!" Joselyn screamed, her arms clinging frantically around Dr. Manx's waist. His cockhead plowed right up her ass. It was wet and stone hard and there was no way she could keep it out. Her sphincter stretched like hot taffy, slipping down over his flaring rim and then there was nothing stopping him. The pain of that initial lunge was devastating. It was like he'd poured molten metal up her ass. She jerked and twisted, hopping about like a pig on a lance, but all her frenetic squirming did was to force the huge log deeper into her rectum.
"He's fucking her in the butt!" Jaffee croaked. Reed's face was flushed scarlet, the veins in his temples standing out like soda straws. He snapped his hips, viciously cramming the full length of his cock into the depths of her bowels, holding it there, wallowing in the frantic, flexing grip of sphincter, the rubbery, squeaky tight feel of her rectum…
Though Joselyn stood on her tiptoes, she could not evade the punishing shaft. It filled her guts until she was sure they'd burst from the strain. She openly wept, sobbing into Dr. Manx's chest, as she felt the thing throbbing pulsing against her innards.
The good doctor was not moved by her whimpering. "Grab her legs, dammit!" he snapped. "Lift her up! Tip that pussy up!"
"Uhhhhh!!!" the blonde shrieked as her feet were jerked out from under her, as her legs were raised up until her knees practically touched her breasts, as her full weight dropped down on her poor, ravaged anus, forcing the skewering rod to dig even deeper into her.
When she felt Dr. Manx's torso in front of her she automatically extended her long legs, wrapping them about his waist, trying to take some of the pressure off her pore. That was just what Manx intended her to do. Pushing his shorts down, he gripped the neck of his massive erection and rammed the bulb right into her already penetrated cunt.
"Yuhhhhh!!!" she bleated as the second rod shot up her pussy like greased lightning. She struggled wildly between them, trying to climb up, to climb away from the horrible double pronging, but there was no escape. Her belly was jam packed with hot cock, more hot cock than it was ever intended to hold. The penis up her ass had already filled the inner space normally given to her pussy and when the doctor's cock crammed into her pussy, it served to tighten things for both orifices, both cocks.
"I can feel your Goddam dick!" Reed groaned. "I can feel it right through the wall of her ass!"
Manx could not speak. He looked like a zombie, a horrible red-faced zombie. Grunting, gasping, he began to fuck into her pussy, his hips moving spastically, his whole body jerking like he was a puppet in the control of some demented puppet master.
Reed's jaw gaped. His penis was getting massaged by the doctor's! Unable to hold back, he began to fuck in and out of her ass, working his cock in a syncopated rhythm, dragging it out as the doctor thrust in and vice versa.
"Uhhh! Ohhh!! Uhhhh!!" Joselyn grunted, thrashing, kicking as she was savagely sandwiched between the two horny men. Their cocks were pistoning into her, pulling at her guts, and she bounced, helplessly back and forth between them like some kind of inflatable toy.
Jaffee watched from underneath, crouching low on the floor, mesmerized by the sight of those two glistening cocks driving into her smooth crotch. He could see the wet, friction-reddened lips of her pussy clinging to Dr. Manx's cock on the backstroke, being pulled far from her fork, then being rudely jammed back as he thrust home. He could see the round, ovalled ring of her rectum gliding down over Reed's thick penis. His own cock swayed back and forth like a cobra, smearing white goo allover his flabby chest.
The seesawing in her loins, the dual ravagement was too much for Joselyn to bear. Whether she had started out enjoying it or not, whether she had fought to keep from enjoying it or not, was a moot point. The fact of the matter was that she suddenly found herself enjoying it. Racking waves of pleasure swept over her crotch. Screeching, clawing at the doctor's shoulders, she began to work her hips forward and back, forcing her wet cunt down over the doctor's flipping cock, her fluttering anus down over Reed's thrusting penis.
Her movements were so sudden, so violent, that they took the two men totally off guard. All of her weight fell back onto Reed and he could not hold it. He toppled over backwards, taking her with him, lifting her pussy off the tip of Manx's cock. Reed landed flat on his back and Joselyn landed right on his stomach, momentarily knocking the wind from him. He was stunned, but she wasn't fazed. Her sense of self gone, her brain addled with raw animal lust, she lifted her knees and spread them wide, offering the doctor her gaping red coot. He threw himself between her legs, feeding her pussy his slippery penis. In a matter of seconds, the three of them were back at it, writhing, grunting, squealing…
Jaffee couldn't stand being left out any longer. He moved beside Joselyn's feverish face and with one hand gripped the neck of his penis.
Joselyn felt fingers fumbling with her lips, prying her jaws apart. She opened her eyes just in time to see the plump man skin back the foreskin of his cock. A long strand of pre-cum slipped from his purple bulb and then he was pushing it between her lips. She gagged on the rank taste, choked on the musty smell, but she started sucking at once, madly nursing on the semen-drooling penis as, her pussy and ass were simultaneously pounded.
The dentist was so over-excited that he orgasmed almost instantly. Hot, nasty sperm belched into Joselyn's mouth and down her throat. Even as she reached up to grip the shaft, to try and milk the ejaculation onto her tongue, Jaffee was jerking back, ripping his cock from her sucking lips.
"Uhhff!" he snorted, his fist flying over his own meat, his cum flying over her face.
The feel of that slimy stuff raining down on her was the straw that broke the camel's back as far as she was concerned. She fell into a wild fit of rutting, her pussy convulsing, her anus contracting, as the bottom dropped out of the world, as she climaxed.
The hard tugging of her pussy on his cock, the sight of Jaffee spurting onto her face right under his nose was too much for Manx. When the surge of pleasure hit him, it was so staggering that it cut all the puppet strings. He collapsed on top of her, twitching, his huge penis fountaining in her cunt.
Reed couldn't hold back, not with all the gasping and moaning, the semen gushing all around, all over. He fucked his cock in and out of her ass, shooting his cum deep into her bowels, smacking his testicles up against those of Manx.
It took a long time for the shivering, shuddering to stop. When it finally did, the foursome sort of fell apart… Jaffee slumping back against the side of the couch, Manx rolling onto his back on the floor, Joselyn squirming, lifting her bottom until Reed's penis slipped from her ass.
She rolled onto her belly on the rug, panting, whimpering softly, feeling all that cum start to trickle out of her various orifices. She could hear Velasquez and Charlene in the bedroom. The young girl was still squealing, only now and then her cries were broken by a hoarse pleading for mercy. The pleadings were cut off by a sharp, smacking sound. The injustice of it all hit her like a sledge. Why should Charlene, why should Paul, why should she have to put up with that kind of mistreatment?! Why should some sick bastard like Velasquez or Bertrand or Blensch have that kind of power over them?!!
Joselyn began to cry, not for herself so much as for the girl in the other room, the girl who had to be lying to herself at this very moment, had to be telling herself that what she was submitting to, she was doing for her career, that the man abusing her really loved her, that he would never turn her over to his cronies when he was through. She began to cry for all the naive undergraduates yet to come.
No! she told herself. Someone, somehow had to put a stop to it, to bring the humiliating lord-serf relationship to an end!
"God!! No more!!!" Charlene bleated, her voice thin and shrill through the wall.
Joselyn decided in that instant that the someone would be her. She would bring them down! All of them! She would defy them, say to tell with the consequences and make a public stand. Paul would help, she knew he would. And once they showed that they were unafraid, others, other victims would come forward. A warm hand slipped between her thighs from behind, groping her wet pussy, startling her out of her fantasy.
"Roll over, baby," Jaffee said, fingering her cunt greedily, "I want some pussy."
Joselyn rolled over, all right, rolled over and jumped to her feet.
"Lay down! Come on!" Jaffee said, pulling on her leg impatiently. She gave him a swift, hard kick right in the belly.
Her foot sank into his soft flesh and he made a whooshing sound. Then, he rolled over onto his side, clutching his stomach, gasping like a fish out of water.
"Hey! Hey!! Why'd you do that?" Reed demanded. "He just wanted a piece of ass."
Joselyn quickly pulled on her clothes, ignoring him, wanting only to get the hell out of there.
"Why did you do that?" Reed repeated.
Manx propped Jaffee up against the couch.
"Why? Why?" the fat man puffed, his face horribly congested.
All three men glared at her, fully expecting a complete explanation. Joselyn started to say something about human dignity to them, but caught herself. There was no point in raising moral issues, not in front of men like them, shallow, computer print out men. She turned and ran out of the apartment and down the hall. She was in a hurry. She and Paul had a campaign to plan.