Sue Walsh was enjoying herself.
The restaurant her date had chosen had been very expensive and very good. Now they had come to this posh nightclub. Sue was ready to dance the night away.
She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Barry Fields, the young businessman she was dating for the first time tonight. She had known Barry for months now. He often came to the office for business consultations.
He was good-looking. He earned a lot of money. But there was something about his brash manner that made her nervous. Barry had certainly been very nice to her this evening, though. She couldn't deny that.
She thought she was beginning to like the tall blond. He was obviously a very generous man. He had ordered the best of everything at the restaurant. And he had tipped the waiter generously to get them a nice little dark booth at the club.
Sue liked that. At the age of twenty-three, she was no longer interested in dates that offered her a hamburger and a long necking session in the park. She wanted to live a little.
"Gee, Barry, this is really a nice place," the pretty brunette enthused. She was working on her second cocktail of the evening. She felt pleasantly giddy. Just enough to make the whole world look rosy.
"I'm glad you like it, Sue," he told her. "I've been wanting to spend some time with you for months. I want you to enjoy our times together. I want there to be more of them."
Sue blushed as she felt his hand graze her thigh under the table. The sensation made her heart leap to her throat. It had been some time since Sue had been made love to – had felt a man's touch – and her body obviously craved it. Her mind, however, kept a strict rein on her emotions.
She didn't want Barry to think she was the kind of woman who was going to let a man take liberties on the first date.
Without a word, she moved her thigh out of his reach.
"That would be nice, Barry," she murmured, not looking at him. She was a shy woman. Though her dark good looks brought her lots of attention from men, she had never managed to conquer her embarrassment in the face of admiration. Sometimes she wished she had not been born so pretty. She would prefer to be able to pass through life more unnoticed.
Though she wore her long hair in a strict bun at the office and wore granny glasses instead of contact lenses, men were always lingering at her desk. Her boss never scolded Sue about it though.
He knew it was the men, and not Sue, who were doing the flirting.
Sue and Barry got up to dance. It was a slow number. The brunette was only five foot two, and the top of her head was about level with Barry's chin. Her fun firm breasts pressed against his belly.
Though she realized Barry was holding her a bit tighter than necessary, Sue made no protest. She enjoyed the lulling rhythm of the music. It made her feel soft and contented. This was Friday night and she could sleep in as long as she wanted tomorrow. She was having fun.
When they had finished their drinks, Barry suggested they leave.
"It's almost one," he said. "Past my bedtime." He smiled suggestively at Sue, but she was looking toward the dance floor. She missed the clear intention in his eyes.
The pretty typist was disappointed.
It wasn't often she got to really enjoy herself. She wanted to make the evening last and last. Besides, as long as they were in a public place, she wouldn't have to go through the awkward business of good-nights. Barry was a very forceful man. She didn't relish having to fight off his attentions if he decided to try to make love to her.
Barry did most of the talking on the drive home. Sue watched his profile as he drove. He was very handsome, she realized. His white-blonde hair tone in the moonlight. His clean-shaven chin looked strong. For a moment, the modest brunette felt flattered that he was even interested in her.
I must be kind of dull compared to most of the women he knows, she mused.
When they pulled up in front of the little frame house Sue's parents had left her, Barry pulled her close to him on the seat. He kissed her warmly on the cheek, but made no further advances. He just held her close.
Sue felt relieved. Obviously Barry was just interested in her for her body. He really liked her. That revived her confidence. She decided to ask him in for coffee. She was too excited by the alcohol and the dancing to think of sleep yet.
"That's really nice of you, Sue," he replied. "I could use a nightcap more than a cup of coffee though. Coffee just keeps me awake."
Inside the house, Sue rummaged around in the back of the linen closet for the liquor that had been there ever since her parents died two years before. Though not a total abstainer, Sue never drank at home. She saved the giddy feeling it gave her for special occasions.
She found a good French brandy and poured some into a snifter glass.
"Won't you join me?" Barry said. "I feel lonely drinking alone."
She looked into his big blue eyes. They inspired confidence. No wonder Barry was so good at his job, she thought.
"Okay… just this once," she replied. "I don't want a guest to feel lonely."
While she sipped at her drink, Barry put a record on the stereo.
"Gee," she giggled. "I haven't heard that once since I was in high school I forgot I had it."
"I like the old songs," he told her. "They make me feel romantic."
Sue felt a little tremor run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation she was experiencing. She took a long sip of her brandy.
"Gee, I didn't even think I liked brandy," she mid. "This stuff is good."
"It sure is. It's the best you can buy. Your father obviously was a man of good taste."
The reference to her beloved father made Sue feel lonely. It had taken her a long time to get over her parents' auto accident. Even now, it still hurt to think how they had been taken away from her. By rights, she should have had her parents around until she was well into middle age. Her parents had been teen-agers when she was born. Sue had no other relatives. Family occasions like Christmas and Easter had been agonizing the last couple of years.
"My father was a wonderful man," she said. "I sure miss him." Fighting back the tears that threatened to fill her eyes, she pound refills for both herself and Barry.
"It must be lonely living here all alone." Barry's voice was soft and sympathetic.
"Sometimes," she replied bravely. "It's not so bad though. I have good friends. They keep me from feeling lonely."
In fact, the pretty brunette did not have many friends. Everyone she knew liked her well enough. But Sue was known as a sober type, a drag at a party. She didn't get too many invitations out. Most of her evenings were spent reading romance novels or watching television.
Sue realized she was falling prey to a bout of self-pity. But she couldn't help herself. The alcohol had let down her guard on her normally well-suppressed emotions.
She welcomed the tender touch of the blond man's arm on her shoulders. She liked the good strong feel of him as he pulled her close.
It surprised her when, instead of the brotherly peck on the cheek he had given her before, Barry clasped her passionately. Too shocked to resist, she opened her mouth and let his tongue explore her hot inner recesses.
She felt a fiery surge of excitement down between her tightly-clenched thighs. The alcohol aided and abetted her lascivious responses. She found herself kissing him back. She shaved her own tongue deep into his mouth and darted it against his. Passion seemed to overwhelm her, like a tornado blast. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. For the first time in many months, she experienced pure desire. An aching need to be filled.
Sue was no virgin. She had had a long unhappy love affair with a young man who finally left her far the Marine Corps and a tour of duty overseas. Ever since then she had mistrusted men and their intentions.
She had tried to deny her body's obvious wants and needs.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she felt his hand caress her full breasts through her silk blouse. "Feels nice, Barry."
"Yes, honey… I know," he replied. "You're such a beautiful woman, Sue. I've wanted you for so long. I want you so much tonight… right now!" His voice sounded urgent.
Sue experienced pangs of fear. The alcohol did its work quickly, burying her apprehensions in the greater ambrosia of pleasure. She didn't resist when he pulled her down beside him, so they were both lying full length on the couch.
"Mmm, you've got such beautiful breasts, Sue honey. I love the feel of them. They're so firm… so round." His soft words soothed her as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, then with her bra clasp. At last he had moved aside enough material to allow him to cup a full heaving breast in one hand.
He worded the little nipple with his fingers, pulling it, squeezing it. Then he bent over and enclosed it between his lips.
"Oooooohh, Barry… that feels wonderful!" she cooed, her voice a little thick from the alcohol. "Your mouth feels so gentle on me." She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging huh as he moved back and forth between both breasts. His tongue and lips worked busily, inciting her nipples to pink rigidity.
She felt a little embarrassed, realized how lewd her behavior was… lying here on her couch in her parents' house with her blouse open, her bra pushed up, a man's face buried in her cleavage on a first date! For several moments her conscience struggled with her libido, urging her to stop her scandalous conduct.
Lust won every inning.
The maddening tongue-caresses on her pink swollen nipples and round breasts were loosening all Sue's inhibitions.
"Aaaaahhhhh… mmmmmm, feels sooo good… It's been so long, Barry! You're such a wonderful person… I've had such, a nice time tonight."
Sensing the woman's mounting passion, the man eased his hand down over her belly and thighs, up under the hem of her skirt. He sought and found the wet crotchband of her panties.
Not wanting to go too far too fast, he caressed her pussy through her panties. He could feel her taut little clitoris standing up rigid under the material.
"Hhhhhh… oohh, Barry!" she moaned. "I don't think I've ever felt this nice." Through her alcoholic haze, the woman realized this was her parents' house. Maybe they were looking down at her this very minute. She started to struggle against his caresses.
But he got to her first.
A finger intruded into the crotch band of her panties. It buried itself inside the heated folds of her cunt.
"Agghhh! Oohh! Ooooohhh!"
All thoughts driven from her mind, she writhed in ecstasy as his fingers explored her cunt inside her panties.
His mouth still labored over her full swelling tits. The combination of sensations was driving her wild. She was being totally wanton, totally immoral. But for the moment she didn't care. Her body needed satisfaction more than her mind needed peace.
"Do it to me, Barry," she moaned. "It's so good! Sooo good!"
She enjoyed the gentle feel of his exploring fingers. His movements were smooth and sensuous. He did nothing to startle her. He was turning her body into pure molten pleasure.
"Oh Barry-y-y… you're a wonderful person… yesss!"
"Jeez, baby," he panted.
He was becoming more and more excited by the hot caresses of her cunt on his fingers. His cock was pulsing fitfully inside his trousers. He wanted the woman desperately. He knew he had to be gentle to work her into the mood. But he knew any minute the dam would burst. Passion would get the best of manners. The only thing that would concern him would be sticking his cock in her cunt up to the hilt.
"Feel good, baby? Does it feel good?" he asked her anxiously. He gritted his teeth against the hunger in his prick.
"Oh yesss, Barry. It feels so good, I can't tell you… aaahhhh!"
"Do you want more, baby?" he asked hurriedly. "Do you want more?"
"Ahh, yesss… more, Barry… give me more," she moaned, scarcely aware of what she was saying.
The unbridled hunger in her voice snapped the last hold on his self-restraint. He reached down and pulled his cock from his fly. Then he rolled onto her, poising his hard prick over the panty-covered prize of her pussy.
"Jee-zuz, Sue," he grunted. "You really turn me on, baby. Fuck… oh Christ, I've got to fuck you!" He reached down and pulled at her panties.
The feel of his hard naked cock against her thighs snapped Sue out of her delirium of lust. She stared wide-eyed up at him as she struggled to push his powerful body off her. Immediately she was overwhelmed with shame that she had let him go as far as she had.
She had to stop it… right now… or she would never be able to look herself in the mirror again.
This wasn't love… this was sordid. It was nothing but… brute lust. She'd been acting like an animal. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Oh please… please stop, Barry. You've got to stop! I didn't mean it! It's not right!"
He scarcely paid any attention to her words. The big man had gone too far to back off now. His cock was crying for release. If this little prick-tease thought she was going to cut him off when she'd got him this excited… well, he had another thing coming!
"Sssshhh… it's going to be all right! It's going to feel good!" He tried to soothe her with muttered words of endearment, but she kept struggling. Finally he quit trying to convince her. He managed to get her panties down as far as her thighs. He guided the bulbous head of his cock to her pussy-slit and shoved.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she cried. "No… No! Stop! Don't do this to me! Please, Barry, please!" She squirmed and wriggled like a woman possessed. But his superior size and strength conquered her.
There was no tenderness in their mating any more. He lay heavily on top of her, holding her head against his chest to muffle her cries. He shoved his cock again and again and again deep into her cunt.
"Aahhh, Jee-zuz!" he grunted. "What a tight little pussy!" Barry was slightly embarrassed by what he was doing. He would never have planned this kind of encounter with a woman. But at the moment, the only thing that mattered was pumping his cock into her clenching pussy until he squirted her full of cum.
That was the only thing in Barry Fields' mind!
"Gawd, what a pussy!" he grunted. And once again he shoved his cock deep into her quivering belly.
The intensity of her passion had combined with her horror to put Sue in a traumatic state of mind. Gradually she quit struggling against him. She just lay there, letting him fuck her. Even the tears had stopped. She felt nothing but an overwhelming despair.
While her mind wrestled with her grief, her cunt began to lurch up slightly to meet the long powerful strokes of Barry's cock. She felt like a whore, lying on her couch half naked while this man fucked her. But her body obviously relished what was happening.
Her body was a traitor to her own beliefs about right and wrong!
"Please…" she murmured; "Please stop doing this to me." There was no conviction, no emotion in her voice. Just a hollow pain.
"Ahh, cut it out, Sue," Barry told her brutally. The way the petite brunette was acting confused him. It embarrassed him and angered him. She was trying to lay her own guilt trip on his shoulders!
"You love it and you know it, bitch!" he told her. "Someone who thinks she's getting raped doesn't wiggle her hips like that!"
Sue had no answer for him. She didn't know how to account for the response of that part of her that she couldn't keep in check.
Her mind was in despair while her buttocks continued to grind up to meet Barry's blood swollen prick. The tingling in her loins was maddening. She wanted to extinguish it… to let him know how much she hated him for what he was doing to her.
She wanted to make him suffer too.
But, still her cunt clung to his cock like a drowning man clings to a lifebuoy.
His pace became more and more frantic until his asscheeks were pumping like a steam-engine.
"Ahhh Christ!" he exclaimed. "Shit, that sweet pussy's doing it to me, baby! Jee-zuz… I'm cuming!"
It horrified her to know he was squirting his wet load deep into her belly. With all the intimacy of a housewife throwing out the garbage. There was no love between them… no liking… no contact… and still she had to suffer indignity of having his cum inside her. She felt sick.
As soon as Barry had recovered from his tempestuous orgasm, he rose to his feet and prepared to leave. He reached down to caress Sue's cheek, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me," she snapped. Now that the ordeal was over, she was seized with anger. Against herself as well as against the man.
She should never have let this get started! Never!
"Sue…" he began, apparently oblivious to the cold slap of her words. Then he reined in his tenderness and looked at her fiercely. "When you think about this, doll," he said snidely, "I think you'll discover that you led me into it all the way. You can't blame a guy for wanting to go on when the chick lets him get that far."
He was right, and Sue knew it. She felt more sick inside than ever. Her anger vanished, gave way once again to despair.
"Please… just leave me alone," she whispered.
"Sure, doll… Glad to. It makes me nervous, being around neurotic chicks, like you."
"Barry?"
He stopped just as he was about to open the front door. "What?"
"Please don't tell anyone about this," she murmured desperately.
He looked at her in disgust. "Shit… you think I enjoyed the experience? I'm gonna go home and gargle real good – try to erase the whole Goddamned evening from my mind."
He slammed the door behind him.
Sue was determined not to cry. She poured herself a shot of brandy and downed it quickly. She poured a second and took it into the bedroom with her.
It was the first time she had ever drunk alone.