Lisa and Beth alternated driving on the way home from the mountains bn Monday. Neither said much, instead concentrating on catching up on the sleep that both had lost during the weekend. They had exchanged addresses with Alan and Dan, but neither really expected to hear from them. And Lisa, for her part, didn't really want to hear from them.
Something was happening to her. She didn't know exactly what it was, but the melancholy that had dropped down upon her on Saturday had never completely left; she had just managed to sublimate it to keep from becoming a drag on everyone else.
But now, as she brought the car carefully down the winding mountain road, Lisa knew that she had some thinking to do. She had to figure out why she was feeling the way she was and then she had to do something about it.
On the surface it was Dave; she knew that. Her thoughts kept going back to the weekend they had spent together. Fucking with Alan and Dan had been fine, but it just didn't compare with doing it with Dave. She tried to count the number of times they had made it one way or another in the forty-eight hours they had spent together.
Twelve. Or maybe thirteen.
For a moment a smile crossed her face as she thought about one of those times. It had been in the morning. They had both been sleeping for a few hours.
The sun beginning to stream in through an opening in the curtains had awakened her, but, Dave had remained asleep. The room was heavy with the smell of sex, and Lisa could still feel her pussy tingling from all the excitement of the long night of lovemaking. It was sore, too, but that didn't really matter.
Not now, anyway.
She could worry about that later.
Right now it was enough to lie still and concentrate on Dave's sleeping form. He was naked, with only the sheet that was covering them both pulled lightly over him.
Cautiously Lisa pulled the sheet back so she could see him. Last night she had been ashamed to look openly, but now that he was asleep she found herself wanting to let her gaze run hungrily over every inch of his athletic frame.
Or at least that was what she started to do.
But as it turned out, she never made it past his cock. There was something about it that riveted her attention. It was limp now, lying softly between his legs, the flaccid shaft half buried in his thick brown hair.
Lisa had never really seen a man's cock like this. In fact, she had never seen a man's cock at all until just a few nights ago in the library when Beth had fucked the stranger in the special collection room.
In that short period of time she had been watching them, and in the ensuing days leading up to this moment, the times she had really been able to look at a man's cock had been confined to times when it was already hard and ready for action.
Gently, being careful not to awaken Dave, Lisa began to move across the bed until she was poised just a few inches away from his crotch. Her lips were parted slightly, and without realizing what she was doing she licked them until they glistened wetly in the soft light.
A thought was on her mind.
She wanted to make that cock grow hard.
She wanted to watch it and feel it as it started out limp, then slowly came to life solely because of what she was doing to it. Vaguely aware of all this, but almost in a trance, she bent down until her lips were almost touching his rod.
For a moment she didn't touch it, instead blowing lightly on the sensitive organ. Last night there had been several instances when Dave had tried to guide her mouth toward his cock, but she had resisted for reasons that were unclear even to herself.
But now she knew that the time was right.
Spreading her lips, Lisa allowed her tongue to dart out and lightly lick the sleeping cock. Nothing happened at first, but as she continued, running her hot tongue wetly up and down the length of the shaft, she began to sense a vague tightening. In his sleep Dave shifted slightly, causing Lisa to pull her tongue back and wait until he had drifted back off once again.
Satisfied that he was asleep, she once again began her ministratidns, running her tongue up and down as she felt him grow harder and harder. There was something strangely mystical in the way the organ responded to what she was doing, stiffening while Dave was still asleep.
It was half erect now, and Lisa opened her mouth to take it inside her. The skin was smooth, and as she began to slide her hungry mouth up and down the shaft Lisa could tell that Dave would have to wake up before long.
But it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered now except her mouth and his cock. Vaguely she could feel him stirring, but her concentration was devoted completely to the stiff rod that was filling up the inside of her mouth and forcing its way into her throat as it grew even larger with each downward thrust she made with her mouth.
The saliva was pouring out of her mouth now, and at times she had to fight to keep from gagging, but still she continued, licking and sucking with each stroke, driving herself down on the spear that impaled her. She could sense that his cock was glistening, and each time she drove all the way down she could feel her lips driving into the hot wetness of his wiry hair, but nothing mattered to her.
With a growing frenzy she shot up and down, and as she did, Dave began to drive his pelvis up to meet her. She could tell he was going to come soon, and with a sudden certainty she knew more than anything else that she wanted to take all of his cum inside her, not letting a drop escape.
"Aaaaahhh…" he groaned, but she paid no attention. She had both hands working on his shaft as well as her mouth.
Suddenly he began to pulse and tremble in her mouth. Frantically she continued to drive up and down until finally it happened.
His cock exploded.
The first wad of his jism slammed into the back of her throat, hot and sticky, followed by spurt after spurt of the stuff.
Lisa stopped her strokes, concentrating now on swallowing his seed, tasting his cum as it flowed out of his cock and into her eager, sucking mouth and throat. It tasted salty, musky, strange.
She liked it.
By the time she and Beth got back to the city, Lisa still wasn't certain what her problem was. She kept wanting to think that it was Dave; that she wanted to be with him and that all the other fucking was just reminding her of him.
But then she also became aware that she hardly knew Dave. At least in a conventional sense; their communication during the weekend had been essentially nonverbal.
So how could she be so infatuated with him? The question continued to plague her, but there was no longer any time to worry about it. They were scheduled to go on duty at the library at four-thirty, and it looked like they were going to make it back just in time.
The library was quiet throughout most of the evening, and there was relatively little for them to do. Lisa spent most of the time reading, but finally she decided she might as well go ahead and say what was really on her mind.
"Beth?"
"What?"
"Where did Dave move to?"
For a long moment Beth didn't say anything, but instead just looked at Lisa. Then she burst out laughing. "So that's what's been bothering you."
"I didn't say that."
"You don't have to. It's obvious."
"Well, where is he?"
"Forget about him."
"I can't. Not just like that, anyway."
"Well, I'll guarantee he's forgotten about you. Anyway, I don't know where he moved to."
"Can you find out?" Lisa persisted, conscious that she was making a fool out of herself but determined to find out what she wanted to know anyway.
That night, by making several phone calls, Beth not only found out where Dave was living, but also found out several other interesting things.
Things that would not make Lisa happy hour the least.
At first, she decided not to tell her anything about it, but when Lisa became persistent about the whole matter the next day at work, Beth decided that there was nothing to do but lay the truth on Lisa and let her deal with it her own way.
"All right. I'll tell you where he's living. Right here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he moved away, but something went wrong and he's been back here ever since. Right in his same old house."
Lisa was silent.
"So do like I told you," Beth said, "and forget about him."
Lisa didn't say anything. She had never felt so foolish in her life. Obviously the time they had spent together hadn't meant the same thing to him that it had to her.
"What're you going to do?" Beth asked, her voice softer now.
"I don't know."
But she did know.
As the first flush of embarrassment passed, Lisa suddenly began to grow angry. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done to deserve it?
"Shit."
Beth smiled and shook her head.
"I won't say I told you so."
"It doesn't matter, I don't care."
For the rest of the night Beth didn't try to talk to Lisa; it was obvious that she wanted to be left alone. When time came to close up, Lisa didn't even say goodbye in the parking lot, instead just climbing into her car and driving swiftly away.
Beth wondered vaguely what Lisa was going to do.
The same wasn't true for Lisa herself.
She knew exactly what she was going to do.
She was going to go get fucked. She didn't know where, or how, but she knew she was going to do it.
And she didn't care who she did it with.
She didn't care about anything except getting rid of all the hostility that was seething inside her. And right now going out and getting fucked by anybody seemed like the best way to do just that.
The singles bar Lisa walked into was obviously nothing more than a meat rack, with the men outnumbering the women by about four to one. In her present frame of mind that suited Lisa just fine. In fact, the more she thought about it the more the idea of having more than one man appealed to her.
There were several reasonably nice-looking types at the bar, but nice-looking types weren't what Lisa had in mind. They reminded her too much of Dave, and right now all she wanted to do was to forget Dave.
And hurt him.
The biggest frustration was that she knew there was no way she could hurt him; no matter what she did he not only wouldn't know about it, but he wouldn't care if he did know.
It took her ten minutes to pick out the men she wanted to be with, and five more to catch their attention. There were three of them, and they were sitting at a booth along the far wall. From where she was standing it was impossible to see them well, but from what she could see they were definitely right in line with the frame of mind she was in.
Two were big and burly; construction workers, probably, while the third was just the opposite; short, frail and thin. They were just the type of threesome who would come into a place like this and sit in a corner all night getting drunk and eyeballing every woman in the place, talking obscenely among themselves, but ultimately going home alone.
When she walked over to their table and asked, "Mind if I sit down?" Lisa thought they were all going to choke on their drinks. But, needless to say, they were only too accommodating.
"I'm Lisa," she announced, taking a stiff pull of her drink. This was bizarre, but she was going to go through with it.
"I'm Buzz," said the largest of the three with a leer. He had a long, droopy mustache that went oddly with his thick features. "This is Ralph," he said, indicating the other construction-worker type, "and over there's Jason."
After that there was an awkward silence. Lisa obviously wasn't the type of woman they were used to being around; not only was she better-looking than anyone they'd been near in a long time, but she was also obviously a totally different kind of woman than they were used to talking to. She looked more like a schoolteacher than anything else.
It was this impression which served to further confound all three of them when she spoke again.
"I want to get fucked," Lisa said tightly, hearing herself as if it were someone else speaking. "Nothing else."
They didn't have a car, so Lisa drove them to Ralph's apartment. Nothing much was said in the car, but Lisa had a dim feeling that all three of them thought she was crazy.
Maybe she was, but right now it didn't matter.
It didn't matter because she also knew they were thinking that this was the best bit of luck that had come their way in a long time.
It was odd, she thought in a brief moment of tranquility, how most men would absolutely jump at the chance to fuck her. Not very long ago she had felt like if she had walked naked down main street nobody would have paid any attention to her.
The apartment was a dismal affair. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in at least a month. No, that wasn't quite right, she corrected herself mentally. It wasn't really dirty. Just messy.
The main room was lit harshly from overhead, and the only furniture was a couch and chair with a plastic-like coating that looked guaranteed to stick to the skin of anyone who sat on it.
Lisa didn't want to sit on it.
"Bring the mattress out here," she commanded, enjoying the way she was dominating these men. Ralph and Buzz looked at Jason, who practically jumped into the bedroom to meet her demand.
"What do you have to drink?" Lisa asked.
"Nothin' much 'cept some tequila," Ralph drawled.
"Get it out," Lisa said. She had never drunk tequila, but she knew she was going to need something to get her through this.
Five minutes later the four of them were squatting on the mattress that Jason had dragged out into the middle of the room, indulging in the entire lemon-and-salt routine with the tequila. As the liquor shot into her body Lisa suddenly felt hot. The bare light overhead seemed brighter than the sun.
"Can't you do something about that?" she complained, pointing overhead to the offending bulb. She knew she was being a bitch but she also knew they didn't mind.
Not as long as they got to fuck her.
A few moments later the bright light had been replaced with a much dimmer one that Ralph had pilfered from the inside of the refrigerator. Now, suddenly, the room didn't seem so bad, and with the second shot of tequila Lisa felt the last of her inhibitions leave her.
She could also feel the sweat pouring from her body, and the combination of this and her growing high from the liquor gave her an idea.
"Music. I want music," she announced, standing up and pulling her long blonde hair up over her head. A moment later Ralph had put on a record; very earthy blues.
Through the heat and the haze that was drifting in aver her, Lisa began to dance around the room. She could hardly hear the music, but she could feel it and that was all that mattered.
"Take it off, baby, take that top off," Buzz whispered as he took another shot of the liquor.
Lisa knew they were dying to see her body, but she wasn't going to rush it. She knew it would be worth the wait for them.
As she danced, Lisa could feel herself becoming hotter and hotter, the sweat pouting out of her body. It reminded her of the oil that Beth had used the night they had made it together.
Finally, when she knew they were at the point of raping her, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She could feel their hot eyes on her as she pulled it off.
But she was still wearing her bra.
She could feel the tight material constraining her tits, and by now she was as ready to strip as they were to see her do it.
Reaching behind her back, she released the clasp and suddenly her tits were free, shimmering whitely in the dim light of the hot room. She was sweating wildly, and her nipples were taut and straining from her excitement.
Thirty seconds later she was down to her panties, and Lisa could tell from the way the three of them had their hands on their crotches that their cocks were already hard.
But the best was yet to tome.
Gyrating her hips more than ever to the heavy beat of the music, Lisa began to slide one hand across her stomach and down toward the elastic waistband of her panties while the other fondled and squeezed one of her tits.
"Mmmmm…" she murmured to no one in particular as her fingers tweaked the sensitive nipple. She could hear one of the men groaning in excitement, but the haze that enveloped her senses kept her from being able to tell which one it was.
But it didn't matter; she would have them all.
Her finger had slipped inside the panties. She could feel them touching the soft fur of her cunt.
"C'mon, baby, take 'em off," Buzz growled, but Lisa wasn't ready tp do that just yet.
Grabbing the waistband with both hands Lisa pulled up on it, causing the crotch of the panties to rub forcefully against her already dripping cunt. When she looked down she could see a few of her blonde hairs creeping out from the side of the material which was already darkly stained from her juices.
Still moving to the music Lisa began to pull the material back and forth across her cunt, and as she did she could feel her clit tightening and swelling.
Then suddenly everything was chaos.
Buzz, watching from where he sat, could stand it no longer. He'd never been so hot in his life. This bitch was teasing his cock just too much; he was going to do something about it.
Right now.
Leaping up drunkenly, he grabbed Lisa roughly and threw her down on the mattress. For a frozen moment she lay there, her white tits heaving, her eyes fuzzy.
Then Buzz reached down with one massive arm and ripped the panties from her body, revealing completely for the first time the perfect tuft of blonde hair that led to the cunt that Buzz and the others were just aching to get into.
Lisa was confused, but by now nothing seemed to matter to her except getting fucked. And it was obvious that Buzz was getting ready to do just that.
His cock was already in his hand, and Lisa could see that it was monstrous. His pants were on the floor beneath him, and she could dimly see his thick, muscular legs covered with black hair.
But mostly she could just see his cock.
He dropped to his knees and Lisa spread her legs wide, revealing the dew-covered lips of her pussy.
"Fuck me… fuck me now…" she groaned.
Buzz only leered and began to move forward, his cock in his hand.
When he got to the entrance of her pussy he paused, a dim idea intruding on his muddled consciousness. This bitch had teased the hell out of him and the rest of the men; why not give her a taste of her own medicine?
So instead of plunging his cock into her juice-covered muff as he had originally intended to do, he took his prick in his hand and began to slowly jerk up and down on it just a few inches in front of Lisa's panting cunt.
Lisa couldn't believe what was happening.
All she wanted right now was his cock in her cunt and it wasn't happening.
"Fuck me… oh please fuck me…" she whimpered, thrusting her cunt in the direction of his cock, the thigh muscles straining tightly from her efforts.
"Not yet, bitch…" he growled back.
"Bastard!" Lisa hissed, and suddenly grabbed her cunt with her own hand and began to masturbate. But that didn't work either, because within five seconds of the time she had started doing it, both Ralph and Jason had descended upon her, grabbing her arms and pinning them down so that she couldn't do anything to herself.
Now Buzz took his cock and placed it at the steaming entrance to Lisa's cunt.
But still he didn't ram it home.
Instead, he began to move the head of his prick up and down along the length of her dripping pussy, driving her crazy as the pressure of his monster drove Lisa to new heights of frustration.
There were tears in Lisa's eyes now, but there was nothing she could do.
But finally Buzz himself couldn't stand it any longer.
With a savage thrust he drove his monstrous cock into her cunt to the hilt.
"Aaaagggghhhh!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
With a violence that seemed intended to rip Lisa apart he smashed into her, his cock penetrating into the deepest recesses of her hungry cunt.
Again and again he slammed into her while Jason and Ralph held her arms pinned to the mattress.
Lisa was hardly aware of this, her entire body shuddering with the force of each massive thrust. Harder and harder he slammed into her, driving and smashing like a piston, never slowing down until finally his cock expanded even more, then shot its sticky, messy load into her cunt.
Wave after wave of his jism shot into her, but still he pumped on until every last drop was gone.
Then he pulled out and looked at her.
Her entire body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. Her white tits were heaving, and already he could see little rivulets of his cum beginning to drip out of her pussy.
But this was only the beginning, and Lisa knew it.
Ralph was next, but he had other ideas about how he was going to take her. Roughly he rolled her over onto her stomach and grabbed her ass so that the ripe white cheeks were sticking high in the air in front of him. For a moment Lisa thought he was going to give it to her in the ass, but then she realized that this wasn't what he wanted.
With a single powerful thrust he drove his cock into her already wet and dripping pussy.
"Aaaaoooowwww!" she screamed, but he paid no attention. Then suddenly Jason was in front of her, his cock in his hand, while Ralph continued to plow into her from behind.
"Suck me," he whispered, his thin voice almost pleading, "nobody's ever sucked me."
So she sucked him.
And all the time Ralph continued to smash into her from behind, both hands spreading her cheeks wide to give him a full view of his glistening cock as it disappeared again and again into her cunt.
Jason was the first to come, his cock squirting his cum into Lisa's mouth and onto her face.
Then a moment later Ralph exploded into her battered cunt, his cock going wild as the hot jism shot into her.
With both hands on her hips he kept guiding her up and down on his pole as it began to shrink, the messy goo beginning to ooze out of her pussy.
Then, finally, they all collapsed in a heap.
Lisa was only semi-aware of the things that had been going on since they started fucking her.
Everything had been a wild blur of cocks as they came at her from all sides.
But one thing did make its way into her mind as she lay there panting on the mattress.
This, obviously, was not the answer to whatever was bothering her. She needed something else.