Girl's School Pet by Jon Reskind
Chapter 1
Arm in arm the two girls came skipping gaily down the path, their faces
radiant with youthful exuberance. At first glance they seemed to look
alike, despite the fact that one was blonde and the other dark, but on
closer examination it became evident that it was only their beauty that
matched them.
The blonde girl was a little taller, her lushly curved body a little
fuller. Big blue eyes helped set off her creamy pink complexion, and
all in all she gave off an aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and
rich cream.
Her companion was smaller and more slender but in some way looked even
more lushly developed. Perhaps it was the sinuous and sensual way her
body was formed, with high upstanding breasts thrusting out proudly
from a graceful torso that bloomed out again into tightly rounded hips
above long slender legs. Her hair was made up of rich dark tones hard
to define, perhaps a little more black than brown and matched by the
smoky color of her eyes. With her, one would think of night and heat
and warm passionate embraces.
"Oh, what a day, what a glorious day," the dark one said. "You know
what a day like this makes me think of? It makes me think of making
love out on the grass under the trees. Of having some big strong man
pinning me down to the ground while he ravishes my defenseless young
body." And then she laughed gaily.
"Oh, Penny," her blonde friend said with a rosy blush. "Any kind of
weather makes you think about sex. Sometimes I wonder if you think
about anything else."
"Of course not," Penny replied. "Thinking about anything else would be
a waste of time. Victoria Bennett, if you weren't such a prude you'd
know what I'm talking about. Whoever heard of anyone in this day and
age still being a virgin at eighteen? Doesn't this glorious day do
something for you? Doesn't it make you tingle inside ... right down
here?" And Penny lewdly pointed her finger to where her tightly molded
pants cut into the soft swelling of her pubic mound.
Victoria Bennett blushed again and decided not to say anything this
time. Instead she looked around her and saw that it was indeed a
beautiful day. Both she and her friend, Penny Collins were taking a
short cut across the campus of the small California girls' college
where they were students and roommates. It would have been hard to find
a more perfect setting for a college, high up on cliffs that jutted
starkly from the blue Pacific below. The whole campus was set in a
forest of feathery eucalyptus trees dotted with occasional patches of
dwarf oak. Innumerable small paths criss-crossed through the trees and
the two girls were walking on one of them now, heading towards their
next class in one of the scattered clusters of buildings. The campus
was broken up into many small sections so that it would have a rural,
almost wild air instead of the usual congested concrete vistas of the
average modern college campus.
The month was November and the summer heat was finally over. Victoria
thought to herself that the winters here were usually much nicer since
it never really did get that cold and the fresh autumn air swept away
the moist summer haze and let one see practically forever. The two
girls were approaching the top of a small rise now and the ocean came
into view, a deep glittering blue in the clear air with the horizon
etched sharply against the sky. Looking in the other direction, inland,
the delighted blonde girl could clearly make out the distant mountains
tumbling over one another in wave after wave of muted purples and
blues. Further down the coast it was possible to see the surf crumbling
in brilliant white foam against the base of the ocher cliffs. Blue and
white and brown and violet and green, and the delicious feel of the
tangy salt air sweeping in from the sea, perhaps from as far away as
Japan ... Victoria's reverie was shattered by a delighted whoop from
Penny.
"Hey, look at old Ben Wright! I think that old bastard has a hard-on
again." Despite herself, Victoria's eyes followed Penny's pointing
finger and focused on the familiar shambling figure of Ben Wright, the
campus watchman. As usual he had his huge German shepherd, Prince, with
him. Together the two made up the entire security force of the girls'
college, all that was needed owing to its isolated location. Victoria
tried to keep her gaze from running down Ben's heavy body to where his
trousers pushed out lewdly just below his belt as he stood raptly
watching two mini-clad coeds passing by, swinging their pert young hips
as if they knew he was watching.
"It's really something that he can still get it up at his age," Penny
laughed. Ben was only fifty but to the girls on campus he seemed
impossibly old, almost a Methuselah. "You know, it's kind of cruel, the
old guy working here with all these girls around, not being able to
touch them. Maybe some of us should get up a collection --- a cunt
collection --- and do something about his problem. God, would you look
at the size of that bulge!" Penny exclaimed in growing awe as she
continued to stare at the front of Ben's pants. A cold calculating look
came into her eyes.
"Maybe I should form a little private charity myself," she mused out
loud. "I'm getting tired of the boys around here with their wham, bam,
thank-you-ma'am tricks. Unless old Wright has a thermos bottle hidden
inside his pants he's got just what little Penny needs."
"Oh, Penny!" Victoria suddenly exploded. "Sometimes I get so sick of
the way you talk. You could turn anything into sex. You leave Mr.
Wright alone. He's a nice man ... and you ... you ..." Victoria
suddenly realized that there were tears in her eyes and that she wanted
to be anywhere but here. Penny was standing staring at her friend,
shocked into silence by the unexpected outburst, and before the
surprised girl could say a word, her blonde roommate ran off quickly
down the path. Penny stood in indecision a moment, wondering if she
should go after Victoria, but then a little tickle of anger started
inside her and she swore softly to herself while shrugging her
shoulders.
"Just typical virgin hysteria," she muttered. "What that girl needs is
to get laid." Then the precocious teenager walked quietly on toward her
next class, taking one last glance at Ben Wright and Prince. Those two
are probably the only two real males on campus, Penny mused to herself.
Boys were fun --- good to break in on --- but men were so much better
... and sometimes she wished she were a female dog --- just looking at
Prince made her feel that way. He was a beautiful animal, sleek and
powerful with a large handsome head, and that was really some cock he
had hanging under his hairy belly. With a shrug of her shoulders, the
beautiful dark-haired girl put Ben and his dog out of her mind, for she
was already planning her night's debauchery.
Chapter 2
About eight o'clock that same night Victoria Bennett was slowly walking
back to the room she shared with Penny, returning from an evening class
and pleased that the night was warm. That was one of the strange things
here, she thought to herself. The breeze died down in the evenings and
it was often warmer than in the day. Victoria found she was quite
comfortable wearing only a sweater and short skirt.
A troubled look came over the blonde girl's beautiful face as she took
the path that would lead her back to her room That whole business of
this afternoon still troubled her and she knew it would be a little
embarrassing when she had to face Penny. She hadn't seen her dark-
haired roommate since they had parted in a huff earlier in the day.
What had happened anyhow? Even though Victoria found her more
knowledgeable friend's speech and manner a little shocking at times,
she was very fond of the other girl, knowing she had no meanness or
cruelty in her heart at all. It was just that she was so totally
devoted to sensual pleasures, a complete sybarite.
That was understandable to the young blonde coed, because she was human
herself. And if she still carefully guarded her virginity, it was more
from a standpoint of caution than any kind of inbred frigidity. No, she
could understand some of the emotions that moved Penny even if she
disapproved of the girl's actions. After all, who was she to throw
stones, Victoria thought a little guiltily, as she remembered the
lustful storms of bottled-up passion that swept over her from time to
time. For more than two years now there had been no other way to still
the desperate cravings that periodically wracked her developing body
but to ... Victoria's innocent young mind could not even form the
forbidden word "masturbate", although vivid images shot through her
mind of the lewd way she satisfied herself time after time with her own
fingers. With a little shiver the beautiful young student put these
thoughts from her mind, knowing that if she continued to think this way
she would end up going back to the room to once again search out the
forbidden gratification.
Maybe it had been Penny's obscene comments about Ben Wright that had so
upset her. Victoria liked the campus cop and had had several quiet
conversations with him. Despite his mature age, Ben seemed awkward and
shy around girls, almost as if he were some young teenage boy about to
ask for his first date.
Not much was known for certain about Ben, but rumors abounded, most of
them too preposterous to believe. Some of the more romantic girls like
to believe that Ben had been shattered by an early tragic life and had
chosen to live out the remainder of his life in simple poverty,
accompanied only by his dog and his memories. But the most persistent
and believable stories were those that claimed that many years before
Ben had been a promising young literature professor and poet, but that
a drinking problem had brought him to ruin. A drinking problem and an
unfortunate tendency to seduce the younger and prettier girls in his
classes. Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an
influential and wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of
his career as a teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life
completely and had supposedly drifted from one college to another
performing menial jobs. His past was mostly forgotten now and this job
as watchman at Seaside College was the best he'd found in a long time.
If Ben drank now, Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty
secretly. Sometimes he did seem to walk a little strangely, with a
funny look on his face, but that was mostly late in the evenings and on
weekends.
Ben must have been a really handsome man at one time, the young girl
thought. His hair, even though gray, was still fairly thick and traces
of what must have been its original deep brown color showed through.
Even though his body was a little heavy, it was the heaviness of a big
man, not a fat one, and the way he sometimes moved, especially if the
day was nice and he was feeling good, hinted at the grace and style
that must have been his before the alcohol ruined him. That ruin showed
mostly in his face, which was heavily lined and bore a gaunt, haunted
look. His mind seemed to have been burned out a little also, so that
his speech would ramble from time to time. But all in all he was a
gentle man and young Victoria had found a special place in her heart
for him. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew she liked this
relationship because it was safe. All of the innocent young girl's
natural cravings drew her toward men, her awakened hormones building an
appreciation into her vibrant young senses for the deep sound of a
masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and power of males. Victoria
instinctively knew that if she let herself go she would find herself
helplessly wanting to be made love to, and she was frightened of that.
That's why it was safe with Ben. How could anyone her age imagine
making love to an old, ruined man like Ben Wright? And that was the
reason for her friendship with the older man and perhaps also the
reason she had so stupidly blown up when Penny had made her disturbing
remark about Ben's ... condition. Victoria didn't want anyone reminding
her about that other aspect to Ben's maleness that she had carefully
screened from her mind.
These thoughts were still running through the confused young girl's
head as she approached the dormitory where she and Penny lived with
some twenty other girls, a small wooden building in a eucalyptus grove.
To get to her room it was necessary to go around to the back of the
building. She and Penny had been lucky enough to get the most secluded
room in the dorm. Not only did they have a private entrance but the
whole back wall of the room was made up of sliding glass doors that
opened out onto a small lawn ringed by trees. Victoria noticed as she
passed that the drapes were drawn over the windows, which was strange,
because Penny was something of an exhibitionist and would often undress
with the drapes wide open, saying that no one ever came back behind the
building anyhow, so why worry. Penny seemed to be home, since there was
the dim glow of a light shining through the curtains.
The young blonde entered an outside door and stepped into a narrow hall
that made two sharp turns before it finally ended before the door of
her room. She was just reaching for the knob, trying to decide how she
would act with Penny when she suddenly froze in shock.
My God, was that a moan she had just heard inside?
The startled girl stood for a moment, frozen into immobility, then
suddenly heard it again.
"Oooooohhhhh," the tortured sound floated out from behind the door in
front of her, and it was unmistakably Penny's voice! Lurid images of
her good friend injured, raped, stricken by some horrible illness
flashed through Victoria's mind and she had just broken her reverie and
was starting to rush into the room when she heard Penny's voice once
again.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jimmy, it feels so good. Suck it harder, stick your
tongue up my cunt and make me cum."
A bright flush mounted to Victoria's ivory cheeks as she heard these
lewd words coming from her friend's lips just a few feet away. Her
roommate had a boy in there and it must be that awful Jimmy Philips who
was always smirking at the girls on campus. Victoria detested him
because of the way he would often undress her with his eyes, making her
feel naked in front of everybody. And now he was in her room, the room
she shared with Penny, doing something awful and obscene to her
roommate that she could only guess at. The horrified young girl wanted
at that moment to get back into the clean night air and was backing
slowly down the hall when she heard Penny moan out again.
"God, lick me until I can't stand it anymore and then stick your
beautiful cock in me and fill me with cum." Victoria could actually
hear Penny panting through the door, her breathing ragged and uneven,
giving little choking whimpers like a suffering animal. To her further
horror, Victoria found herself unable to move, a kind of tingling
numbness stealing over her legs so that she could only stand there in
the hall listening to the lewd exciting sounds coming from the other
side of the door while her mind formed wild images of what must be
going on in that room.
Penny was probably naked, Victoria reasoned, her beautiful body spread
in some lewd posture on the bed and maybe Jimmy was naked too, crouched
above her, his tousled blond head buried between Penny's slender
writhing legs. If Jimmy was naked then he probably had an erection, and
the tortured young girl in the hall could not help but wonder just what
it must look like. How big was it? How thick? How long? Victoria had
seen very few male penises and never one fully erect, except once in a
pornographic magazine she had accidentally opened. To the young girl's
shocked amazement, she found that the thought of a male penis, even the
hated Jimmy's, coupled with the sounds of wanton pleasure coming from
her beautiful roommate's lips were causing strange electric tremors to
start high up between her trembling legs.
Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild
feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased
pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of
pleasure to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl
was afraid to make the slightest additional movement so she stood
paralyzed, her knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward
at the waist, her hands held out from her body in indecision. All this
time she could not help but think about what was going on in the other
room and how wickedly, sinfully good it must feel to have someone make
love to you the way Jimmy was making love to Penny.
Oh God, the tortured young girl thought, if I only had the courage to
let a boy make love to me. Many had tried, but each time, Victoria had
become frightened by the gasping sound of the heavy uncontrolled
breathing of the inexperienced boys, and by the brutal way they pawed
her tender young body in their juvenile haste. Victoria knew she needed
what Penny was getting in the other room, but something inside her made
her draw the line at getting it from a real flesh and blood boy. She
knew if she gave in with a boy, he would talk about her, brag to the
other boys and she couldn't stand the thought of being the verbal
plaything of all the leering young louts on campus. For her it would
take a shining Prince Charming, made of dreams, or ... her own self.
Almost involuntarily her hands stirred at her sides and moved slowly up
to cup her firm, high-set young breasts through her clothes. A little
shiver of sensual delight ran through the beautiful coed's vibrant
young body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft
resilient flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment,
looking for the growing buds of her hidden nipples and softly,
insistently tweaked them into pebble-hard erection while all the time
her senses remained glued to the lewdly exciting sounds coming from
behind the door.
Unsatisfied with caressing her breasts through her clothes, the now-
gasping young teenager slid her hands down to her waist and reached up
under her sweater, working her brassiere up and over her quivering
breasts, gasping with shock as her cool fingers came into contact with
her throbbingly erect nipples. With mad desire, she began to roll the
nakedly hardened little buds between her fingertips, her exposed white
midriff shuddering from the power of the delicious sensations beginning
to permeate her entire body.
Slowly the overwhelmed young girl sank to her knees in the dark
hallway, her hand working furiously over her breasts, her head back,
her eyes half-closed with passion and the tip of her tiny pink tongue
flickering nervously over her full parted lips. Penny's moans from the
other room had become louder now, kind of a strangled animal wailing,
and through the door her kneeling roommate thought she could make out
the obscene wet sucking sounds as Jimmy burrowed his tongue ever deeper
into her roommate's cunt.
Victoria was sitting on her heels now and she spread her knees wide,
feeling the nylon crotchband of her panties stretch tightly across the
soft sensitive flesh of her pubic mound, sensing the smooth material
slipping up into the tender cleft between her cuntal lips. The panting
girl moved one hand down from her straining breasts and slid it slowly
over the velvety skin of her inner thigh, almost gasping aloud as her
thumbnail flicked accidentally across her panty-clad clitoris. She then
slowly, deliberately, ran her nails up and down over the thin nylon
covering her most intimate parts, shivering each time they scratched
over the tiny nerve-filled center of her passion. When she could stand
it no more, Victoria insistently worked the tip of one finger up
underneath the tight legband of her desire-soaked panties and buried it
deep between her throbbing pussy lips. The writhing girl did moan out
loud this time and froze for a moment, afraid that the lovers in the
other room might have heard her, but there was no let-up in the steady
chorus of gasps and pants and lewd slurps filtering through the door.
Without waiting a second longer, Victoria thrust her rigid middle
finger deep up into her waiting vaginal passage, her whole back arching
in answer to the deep flood of liquid pleasure that coursed through her
nerves at her own seductive touch. The panting young blonde knelt for a
moment, completely still, paralyzed by the exquisite sensations of
complete sexual arousal, she felt, then she began to move the finger
inside her clasping cuntal orifice in small little circles, stretching
the opening wider and wider until she was able to worm in another
finger up beside the first.
From behind the door, the sounds of Penny's passion started to assume a
regular air as the girl began a chanting moan in response to whatever
her boy friend, Jimmy was doing to her. Victoria picked up the rhythm
of those passionate gasps and, with the crotchband of her panties
twisted out of the way, began to ram her fingers in and out of her own
wetly sucking cunt while her other hand danced more and more wildly
over her nakedly swollen breasts, massaging them into a painful
hardness that she would never have believed possible.
In and out, in and out, the young blonde's wetly glistening fingers
flashed, keeping time to her friend's passionate gasps and moans so
invisibly near. Victoria was staring straight off into space now, her
eyes vacant and unseeing as if her whole soul were focused on some
distant horizon. The wild ramming of her fingers into her own pussy
increased in tempo as the sounds behind the door grew louder and louder
and it was clear to the writhing blonde coed that something was going
to have to give soon, either with her or with Penny. Her roommate's
choking cries were reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could only
mean she was nearing orgasm while a burning pressure was building,
building far up inside Victoria's hotly churning belly, demanding
release, demanding that she end it. And then it happened.
"Oh, Jimmy! Ooohhh, G-God ... I'm going to cum ... going to cum ...
going to ... CUUUUUUMMMMMM!" Penny's delirious cry came knifing through
the closed door and then trailed off into a strangled gasp. Even to
Victoria's lust-drugged senses it was possible to hear the wild
crashing of the bed springs as the other girl thrashed wildly in
completely abandoned fulfillment.
This was the moment her secretly listening roommate had been waiting
for and she thrust her fingers as far up inside herself as they would
go, almost as if she were trying to puncture some illusory bubble of
passion and let out all its wild force. And then it hit her, the first
incredible shock of her orgasm. Victoria's straining stomach muscles
sucked in as if she had been struck in the belly and her whole body
stiffened and arched backward. Trying not to scream out in her passion,
the ecstatic young blonde cruelly bit her own lips to choke off any
sound as with wide-staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so
that the cords in her neck stood out like ropes. She had just enough
presence of mind left to thrust her two fingers once more, hard up into
her spasming cunt and then she was completely out of control, her body
jerking and twitching as wave after wave of hot seething sensations ran
a desperate race over her burning nerve-paths. The beautiful young
blonde's knees automatically opened wider as if she were welcoming some
invisible lover up between them, and then she could feel the hot gush
of her own orgasmic juices pouring over her hand, soaking her tight-
stretched panties and smearing down over the smooth skin of her
quivering young thighs.
Victoria had no idea how long it went on but then she was suddenly
aware that there was silence from behind the door to her room and she
froze once again, afraid that the two illicit lovers inside might have
heard her. But then a low hum of intimate whispering began inside the
room, and the kneeling blonde coed knew they were too wrapped up in
what they were doing to have heard anything. Still, the now exhausted
Victoria realized that she had better not remain kneeling here in the
dormitory hallway, her hand thrust obscenely under her panties and her
sweater pushed high over her naked breasts.
With a regretful sigh, the satiated young girl pulled her trembling
fingers from her sucking vagina. They slithered out wetly, almost as if
her pussy did not want them to go and still tried for one last nibble,
like a baby's mouth searching for the withdrawn nipple of its mother's
breast.
Victoria got shakily to her feet and slid her cum-soaked panties back
over her still-throbbing vaginal mound, wincing a little as the
material slipped once again between the sensitively swollen cuntal
lips. She turned quickly back toward the building entrance, smoothing
her sweater and brassiere back down into place as she walked. What she
would do, she thought, was take a quick turn around the building to get
her breathing under control and then come back to the room again,
making as much noise as possible this time. Some little spark of venom
inside her prompted her to break up the illicit love-making going on
inside the room - her room as well as Penny's. And perhaps the thought
of that grinning ape, Jimmy Philips, making love to her roommate in her
room - and, horrible thought, maybe even on her bed, was enough to make
the young blonde finish her walk quickly and head straight back to the
dorm. All the time, though, the self-righteous teenager knew that there
was a secret core of jealousy to her emotions, jealousy not of Jimmy,
but of the fact that she had to satisfy herself with her own hands
while her sexually precocious roommate practically rolled in boys.
Chapter 3
The next morning found Victoria once again out walking, by herself this
time. Although the day was just as beautiful as the one before, the
young coed walked with her head down, her beautiful blonde hair falling
forward so that it half-hid her troubled face. Clearly Victoria was
worried. Perhaps in another ten years she might look back on her
present problems as almost humorously trivial, but now they loomed
before her like a granite mountain.
Of course, the main problem was sex, or the fear-filled anticipation of
it. What should she do? What could she do? Like so many other young
virgins, Victoria had heard from the time she was a little girl that
someday some man was going to do something to her. Something so awe-
inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over
the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless
anticipation had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even
though her peer group and various sex-education courses had informed
her beyond a doubt of what was going to happen, there was still an
inbred aura of mystery and fear about the prospect of her first sexual
encounter with a male.
What Victoria had ended up with was a classic case of expectations
exceeding the offered realities. The panting fumblings of her teenage
male classmates had been miles and miles from the expected earth-
shattering revelations on the road past virginity. Although Victoria
had many times before become sexually aroused as some young student ran
his trembling hands over her ripely budding body, the mere sight of the
starving-animal look on his face had been enough to make the sickened
girl pull disgustedly away. Eventually she had gained a reputation for
frigidity.
In itself the problem would have been bad enough, but living with Penny
had made it almost unbearable. Time after time Victoria had had sex
waved in her face as her roommate brought home droves of young men. On
several occasions Victoria had to leave the room she shared with her
dark-haired classmate, knowing it was that or sit by a knuckle-chewing
frustration while Penny proceeded to make love to her young man of the
moment, not even seeming to care that there was someone else watching.
Victoria's answer to this unwanted vicarious sexual stimulation had
been to take refuge more and more often in lonely and secret
masturbation, and this was beginning to bother her now. The young
blonde was not a particularly guilt-ridden person, and for her,
masturbation had begun as a fairly innocent exploration of her
developing young body but then slowly developed into a needed and
pleasureful release of the tensions that normally accumulate in healthy
girls. Even so, she could not help but pick up some of the feelings of
guilt that society hung on her forbidden act, and so Victoria had
compromised in the past by very seldom relieving her frustration with
her own fingers, only in times of the greatest sexual stress, or once
in a while as a kind of reward for virtuous activity.
And that was the core of her worry today. Living with Penny made it
almost impossible to think of anything but sex and Victoria had been
resorting more and more frequently to her emotional pressure-release
until her genitals were practically aching from the constant invasion
of her thrusting fingers. Right or wrong, something told the confused
young girl that this was an undesirable situation and she just didn't
know what to do about it. On the one hand she could allow things to
continue as they were, but her continual nervousness was already
beginning to affect her schoolwork. Or she could take the plunge and
let some eager young man seduce her. Even as this thought entered
Victoria's young mind it was accompanied by a bolt of unreasoning fear,
and she doubted that she would be able to go through with it. How did
Penny and other girls like her do it? The young blonde wondered, and
asked herself for the thousandth time if maybe there was something
wrong with her that kept her from reacting naturally with boys.
With a bitter little chuckle, Victoria let herself think what a
ridiculous turnabout had occurred in just one generation. When her
mother had been her age it was assumed that all girls but a lost few
were virgins when they married. But how different now! It was
practically a badge of shame to still be a virgin at eighteen, almost
like admitting to some kind of mental or physical defect. And the worst
part was that something deep inside Victoria wanted so badly to be made
love to, but couldn't find the right conditions to just let it happen.
If society was going to change in this direction, the unhappy young
girl thought bitterly, it had better develop some institutions to help
out people like her who were only willing to take half-way steps.
Perhaps there could be a ritual deflowering of young maidens followed
by a State School of Fornication Arts. Anything would be better than
being made to feel guilty about being a virgin and then punished by the
scornful talk of the bragging young bucks who seduced you. The whole
system now was so ... haphazard, the grim-faced young girl thought to
herself. Someday, for better or worse, it would happen to her and she
hoped it would leave her with better feelings than some of the
disillusioned girls she met. That was one of the truly outstanding
things about Penny, Victoria mused. She was so absolutely,
unreservedly, unguiltily involved in sex, with the same lack of self-
consciousness of a puppy chasing a ball.
Since she had been walking with her gaze absentmindedly fixed on the
ground in front of her, Victoria hadn't realized she was approaching
Ben Wright and his dog Prince, who were standing together on the top of
a small hill. The young blonde would have been amazed if she could have
known the thoughts that were steaming and bubbling in her older male
friend's mind. Ben had spotted the aimlessly strolling Victoria several
minutes ago, and as she approached, the big hulking wreck of a man had
kept up a running conversation with the politely listening dog,
speaking in an overdone lecture-hall voice.
"Christ, Prince, God must be punishing me for some terrible sin I can't
even remember. Something dark and horrible my mind has blotted from
memory. Something worse than murder, or incest, or not paying my taxes.
Why else would he have put me here in this beautiful place, surrounded
by lovely little pussies that I'm forbidden to touch, tortured by
constant unobtainable temptation?"
Prince looked up intently at his beloved master, not understanding his
words, of course, but sensing he was being included in the man's
deepest musings.
"Take that little doll that's coming up the path," Ben continued in a
doleful tone. "Little Victoria, with those big blue eyes and that
blonde hair and those fantastic tits. How is a man to keep his sanity
while he's talking to her? I ask you, Prince," Ben said in mock
gravity, continuing in the pompous tone of his old poetry-reading days,
"what keeps me from ripping the clothes right off her and taking the
precious jewel of her virginity for my own? And she must be a virgin.
Any girl that nervous has to be a virgin, the signs of it stick out all
over her. In my day, Prince, in my best days, I wouldn't have wasted a
moment in liberating her libido." With a heavy hand, he reached down to
pat the head of his faithful animal companion and the big dog responded
by licking his master's palm.
Prince too had seen Victoria coming and his tail began to wag, because
he liked the young girl and often curled up next to her on those
occasions when she sat talking to his master, seated cross-legged on
the grass with the ease only a young girl can master. Little did the
faithful animal know what agonies those talks caused Ben, particularly
when Victoria was wearing a pair of brief shorts that would pull tight
over her flat-stretched pubic mound and suck up between her legs as she
sat. One time Ben had even been able to see a silky wisp of soft blonde
pubic hair peeking around the edge of her maddeningly narrow crotch
band.
Ben's reputation had not been unknown to the authorities of the college
when they were considering him for the post of watchman. When the
decision had finally been made to hire him, one of the foremost
conditions had been to extract a solemn promise from Ben not to become
involved in any questionable behavior with the young coeds on campus.
At the time, this had seemed like a joke to Ben. He couldn't imagine
any young girl becoming interested in a broken-down old man like
himself, but then the friendship had started with Victoria and the
sight and smell of her and the soft gentle sound of her voice had
brought back sweet memories of the past when he had spent night after
glorious night with a seemingly endless stream of just such lovely
young creatures.
Well, that stream had dried up, Ben thought to himself, first to a
trickle and then fading away completely to a dry channel lined with the
bleached rocks of hopeless memories. Once in a while Ben took some of
his meager salary and went into town to rent a prostitute for the
night, but with the little money he had, he didn't get much back in
return. Besides, his mind had stayed stuck on the young ones ever since
the days of his greatest glory when they had all been his for the
asking. If it hadn't been for the company of his dog, Ben thought he
would probably have cracked up long ago. His dog and the whiskey, his
faithful life-long companions.
Whiskey had been his downfall and now it was a part of his salvation,
the big man thought to himself. He had long ago brought his drinking
under control so that he now only drank on his own time. And never
enough to turn him into the shambling, swearing, sloppy mess he had
once been, but only an amount sufficient to deaden his mind and his
senses to the point where he didn't care what happened. He had
scheduled for tonight another of his regular binges and it looked like
he might need it because he was always depressed after he talked to
Victoria, his unobtainable dream. And sure enough, here she came in his
direction.
Victoria had finally looked up from her reverie and spotted her two
male friends, the one human, the other canine, and headed instinctively
toward them. It always made her feel good to talk to Mr. Wright, even
if he often did seem a little strange. Sometimes Victoria wondered why
the man seldom looked straight at her while they were talking but
always seemed to be staring at his fingernails, or the sky, or his dog.
"Hi, Mr. Wright," Victoria said in that clear soft voice that sent
chills up and down Ben's spine whenever he heard it. "Hi, Prince," and
the young girl gave a delighted little laugh as the big dog ran eagerly
to her and jumped up with his feet on her shoulders to lick her face.
"Down, Prince!" Ben ordered. "You're going to get mud all over
Victoria's sweater." But what really bothered the middle-aged man was
the way Prince and the girl were romping together, Victoria's playful
motions causing her full, taut breasts to jump and sway excitingly
inside her thin white sweater.
Oh Christ, Ben thought to himself, she's not wearing a bra! The playful
scratching of Prince's paws across the nubile young girl's lush breasts
had caused her nipples to harden slightly and the sharp little tips
stood out clearly through the flimsy synthetic material. For a moment
Ben even thought he could see the darker shading of the areolas through
the soft white wool. If there was one thing that had turned Ben against
Women's Liberation, it was the no-bra movement. God, it was just too
cruel a torture to let all that hang loose in front of a horny old man
like himself.
Finally Victoria collapsed in a laughing heap on the grass and Prince
sank down next to her, his long pink tongue lolling loosely from
between his powerful jaws.
"Well, watcha been up to lately?" Ben asked to make conversation.
"Oh, nothing much," his young friend answered vaguely. A slight cloud
seemed to come over her beautiful face and then she asked abruptly.
"Mr. Wright, do you ever get lonely here?"
The question floored Ben for a moment and he almost began to laugh.
Lonely? God, if she only knew.
"Oh, maybe a little," he lied. "But then, I've always got Prince, and
he's the best company in the world. Next to you, of course," he
gallantly added.
"You don't have to say that, Mr. Wright," the young blonde answered
with a pleased smile. "I think I'd be about the happiest person in the
world if I had Prince."
The big dog looked quizzically at both of his human companions as he
heard them say his name. He was very content at the moment, being in
the company of the two persons he loved most.
"Well, I don't know about that," Ben replied, scratching his head as if
he were doubtful about the dog. "He can be a lot of trouble. Eats a lot
of food, more than I do, and he stays out to all hours chasing after
lady dogs. Sometimes I think he's a bad influence on my morals."
"Sounds like me and my roommate," Victoria said grimly.
"You mean you're a bad influence on her morals?" Ben asked, feigning
shock.
"Oh, no," the young girl said in alarm and then saw that Ben was
kidding her. She and her old friend often played little word games with
each other and Victoria found as usual that it was making her feel
better.
"Never mind," she amended. "I'm just an old wallflower making jealous
sounds."
"The only things you should be jealous of are the sun and the moon,"
Ben said with continued gallantry, but he began to get an inkling of
what it must be that was bothering the girl. She certainly had seemed
preoccupied and depressed when he'd first seen her walking. Ben had met
her roommate Penny before, and his long years of experience helped him
to recognize the sheer sensual drive in the dark-haired young beauty.
Even though Ben preferred the gentle young blonde sitting before him,
he had to admit that her roommate was the sexiest girl on campus. From
what he had seen on some of his night rounds, the old watchman
suspected that the sultry young temptress knew what every little part
of her body was for. Once she had looked him full in the eye, one of
the most challenging, sexual looks that Ben had ever experienced and he
had thought his cock was going to explode right through his trousers.
What a temptation it had been to proposition the girl, but the stern
warning he had received from the Trustees when he took this job made
him cautious. As a young instructor he'd long ago learned about the
unbalanced young girls that led a man on and then cried rape when you
took them up on their invitation. Ben doubted that Penny was one of
these warped oddballs, but he just didn't want to take the chance. Ben
wondered what it must be like for a seemingly innocent girl like
Victoria to live with Penny. Maybe it was time to change the subject-
for both of them.
"Say, Miss Victoria, I wonder if you could do me a favor? I have to go
into town tonight on some ... business and I wonder if you could kind
of look after Prince for me? You're the only person I'd think of
asking."
"Why, I'd really like that, Mr. Wright," the delighted coed said, a
smile of real pleasure coming over her face.
"Great. That takes a load off my mind. What time do you usually get
back from the dining hall?"
"Oh, about nine."
"Could I bring him over to your place around nine-thirty then?"
"Sure," Victoria said excitedly, "just come around to the back and
knock on the sliding glass doors." After a few more bits of
conversations the now happily smiling girl skipped off across the
grass, a happy anticipation coursing through her as if an old friend
were coming to visit. Ben stood watching as she disappeared in the
distance, muttering all the while half under his breath.
"Christ, Prince, look at that tight little ass move. There ought to be
a law. There really ought to be a law." And with a sigh the big man
turned away, heading for his lonely room, Prince following faithfully
at his heels.
Chapter 4
Lying back contentedly on her bed after dinner, Victoria only half-
listened to Penny's constant stream of conversation. The young blonde
was really looking forward to the hour when Ben would bring Prince by.
Sometimes she felt that there was some special bond between her and the
dog, as if they were secret star-crossed lovers and by some evil plot
Prince had been changed into an animal by a wicked witch. The blonde
coed had always loved animals, particularly dogs, but the students were
not allowed to have pets on campus. What a treat it would be to have
Prince to herself for the whole night, almost as if he were hers.
But beyond her normal love for animals, Victoria found some special
quality about Prince that endeared the big animal to her. Maybe it was
his eyes, she thought pensively. When he looked at her she sometimes
felt as if he were another person, there was such a calm intelligence
mirrored there. Another factor was simply that he was very beautiful,
with perfect markings and a powerful yet graceful body. The animal gave
off an aura of pride and strength and virility that the young girl had
so often found sadly lacking in her male schoolmates.
"... And don't you think so?" Penny was saying.
"Hmmmmm, what?" Victoria responded absently.
"Victoria Bennett," Penny said severely, her hands on her hips, "if you
don't want to listen to what I'm saying, just let me know, and I'll
save myself the trouble of talking."
"That would be like trying to turn off Niagara Falls," the young blonde
said teasingly, then instantly repented as she saw the hurt look on her
roommate's face.
"I'm sorry, Penny," she said warmly. "I guess I was just being selfish,
but I really do want to hear what you were saying. Can't you tell me
again?"
Penny looked at her blonde friend with a pleased if slightly suspicious
smile, not quite sure yet if the other girl were still kidding her. But
unable to contain her normal talkativeness, she started back into her
tale.
"I was telling you about that handsome guy I met in town, you know, the
one who works at the hamburger stand. He offered to take me out tonight
and I'm going to go. The word on the grapevine is that old Ben Wright
is going into town on his weekly bender, so I'm going to sneak out, for
all night, I hope.
Victoria muttered something reassuring in reply, annoyed a little by
the way Penny had referred to her friend Ben. But Penny noticed nothing
and rattled on about her new male find.
"Boy, if that guy is as strong between the legs as the rest of him
seems to be, little Penny should be waddling home with a permanent case
of bow-legs. What muscles! What a face!" The slim, dark-haired girl
sighed while she finished undressing, throwing her jeans onto the
grubby pile of discarded clothes that was jammed between her bed and
the wall. To her own surprise, Victoria found herself unable to pull
her gaze away from her friend's beautiful, half-naked body. Penny was
standing in the center of the room, wearing only a pair of plain white
bikini panties. With a strange unfamiliar fascination, Victoria found
her eyes running lingeringly over the sleek smooth hollows and curves
poised so unselfconsciously before her. Odd that we could have lived
together all these months and I never ready noticed how beautiful Penny
is, Victoria mused, her gaze settling on her friend's beautiful white
breasts. They were wide-set and tapered to pointed pink-tipped nipples,
yet so firm and solidly anchored that they did not droop at all despite
their size, but jutted forward proudly.
Except for her large breasts, the rest of Penny's body was slender and
sinuous, but not thin. With each graceful motion the smooth muscles
rippled sleekly under her velvety skin, causing a constantly changing
pattern of lights and shades to shift over her sensuous form. It was a
moment before Victoria found herself wondering what it must be like to
have one's hands on that lovely body, to feel it writhing helplessly in
abandoned passion. With a little inward shudder of horror, Victoria
made herself stop thinking about such a forbidden subject, but still
she could not take her eyes from the enchanting spectacle before her.
"Maybe I'd better put on some sexy panties," Penny said thoughtfully.
"Just for insurance." Without hesitation, almost as if she were
completely alone, the dark-haired girl hooked her thumbs in the elastic
waistband of the panties she was wearing and drew them swiftly down and
off her legs, unaware that her roommate was automatically holding her
breath as Penny straightened up again with slightly-parted legs, giving
her friend a brief glimpse of the slender pink ribbon of cuntal flesh
winking through the dark curls that so enchantingly covered her vaginal
mound.
Victoria was unable to trust her breath again until Penny had turned
away. What was the matter with her? she thought in rising panic. Ever
since that time last night when she had heard Penny making love to
Jimmy Philips, the strangest thoughts had been going through her mind.
She wondered if she were becoming a lesbian and that was why she had so
much trouble with boys. Then Penny bent over to search through a drawer
for another pair of panties and once again her enchanted roommate could
not help the feeling of rising panic in her as the darker girl's
smoothly rounded buttocks were presented to her in their full
sculptured beauty. It was with relief that Victoria finally saw her
friend begin dressing, and in a matter of minutes the ordeal was nearly
over, with Penny fully covered, if you could call it that. She had on
the briefest miniskirt that the young blonde had ever seen. This new
boy friend would certainly have a chance to appreciate Penny's panties
whether he wanted to or not!
"Well, cheerio. Off to the hunt and all that," Penny gaily said and let
herself out through the front door. Victoria genuinely hoped that she
would be successful with her young hero, especially if it would keep
her out all night. The young blonde wanted a chance to sort out her
thoughts before she had to face anyone again. It felt almost as if
there were something in her that was looking for a direction to burst
out in, some relentless pressure that demanded action. But what? It was
such an unspecific feeling ... so hauntingly vague.
Victoria's somber thoughts were abruptly ended by the sound of
scratching on the sliding glass door just a few feet from where she was
lying, accompanied by a low insistent whining. With a little cry of joy
the young blonde jumped up from her bed and moved quickly to the door,
sliding it open without hesitation. Sure enough, there stood Ben and
Prince!
"Thought I'd let Prince do the knocking," seeing that he's the one
who's coming to stay with you," Ben said huskily. Victoria noticed
immediately that her friend's speech was a little thick and that there
was a strong smell of whiskey about him, and she felt nervous for a
moment. But Prince didn't give her a chance to let her imagination get
the best of her, as he came bounding into the room, running here and
there, thrusting his nose into comers and familiarizing himself with
the place in the ways that matter to a dog. Finally satisfied, the big
animal lay down contentedly on the carpet and looked up questioningly
at his two human friends.
"That's right, Prince, you're going to stay here the night," Ben said
reassuringly. "You take care of Miss Victoria and I'm sure she'll take
care of you."
Weaving a little, Ben looked down to where Victoria had joined his pet
on the floor. Once again the young blonde was sitting in her customary
cross-legged posture and the half-drunk older man groaned inwardly as
he saw the way her tight jeans plastered themselves like a second skin
to her lovely young body. It was almost as if she were naked, Ben
thought to himself. The jeans were old and worn thin, and the blue
material clearly outlined the twin bulges of her cuntal lips, held
invitingly open by her cross-legged posture. Time to get out of here,
old man, Ben thought to himself. Time to split, before you lose control
and fall on your hands and knees before that innocently seductive
little beauty and ram your head between those tender young thighs and
fuck her sweet little cunt with your tongue. The thoughts were too much
for the tortured man and he backed hastily towards the door.
"Well, so long, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said in a
kind of frantic jovialness. He almost tripped over the low metal sill
as he stepped backwards through the doors and slid them almost shut,
leaving just enough space for Victoria to hear him mutter, "Lucky
bastard dog." And then he was gone, a lonely hulking figure heading
towards another night of desperate alcoholic forgetfu
