Chapter 5
The early morning light filtered through the drapes, and in the street
the first sounds of activity could be heard. A friendly shout between
two men echoed up to the room, and Suzanne stirred, opened her eyes and
looked about. At first she felt a stab of uncertainty, then she
realized where she was. Then she remembered what had happened the night
before, and her face went scarlet. She looked over her shoulder and saw
Yvonne and Carole, still asleep, their arms about each other, a look of
beatific contentment on their faces. Oh, God, what have I done, she
thought. How could I possibly have joined them in that orgy of sensual
delight? Suzanne shivered and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Ah, but
it was wonderful, wasn’t it? It was the best sex ever. But what about
the boys?
She shivered again, remembering the harshness of the boys’ words,
actions and manner; yet there was something primitive and appealing
about it. God, she didn’t want to go through that again, but she did
feel that she wouldn’t mind having sex again with a man. After all,
that wonderful piece of meat, that lovely long lance that could
pleasure her vagina with such ecstasy. Oh, yes, she wanted that again.
She wondered who it would be with; she hoped it would be Sam, because
she knew Sam’s penis was large and long. She had not touched it, but
she had seen it, sticking up out of his pants that night on Belle Isle.
Oh, why didn’t she give in and take it then? Sam might not have gone
off to Europe. They might even have been married by now. She knew she
loved him, and he loved her, so why didn’t she? She wanted to;
remembering back, she knew she did want to feel it, to take it between
her lips and suck it till his sperm shot out in great gobs into her
mouth, coating her tongue with delicious saltiness before being
swallowed and becoming a part of her. Oh, yes, she had wanted him that
night; she had wanted him many nights, but she could never bring
herself to go through with it. She always remembered those moments when
her mother had said to her, “Suzanne, remember, nice girls don’t. Only
cheap little tramps will indulge before marriage.” And she had wanted
to ask her mother then whether she hadn’t made it with a boy before she
married.
But there was something about Mrs. Delacorte that made Suzanne afraid
of asking anything so intimate. Her mother was very prone to discussing
the intimacies of Grosse Pointe gossip, but something as personal as
sex was taboo. There had been several times when her father had brought
up the subject, often in a joke, and Suzanne felt a warmth; but
inevitably her mother would freeze them both with a cutting remark and
comments about “not being coarse.”
Now that she had finally experienced sex, an overwhelming orgy of
sensation, she wondered why and how the whole aura of dirt and
revulsion became attached to the subject. After all, it was a most
enjoyable experience; at least, despite the horror of the attack by the
boys, she knew that the ultimate penetration and orgasm was something
undeniably pleasurable. And with someone tender and loving, as Yvonne
and Carole had been the night before, it was the greatest release, the
highest expression of emotion. Yet why, then, did she still feel such
pangs of remorse, such a feeling of guilt and self-recrimination?
Suzanne looked over towards the two sleeping girls and wondered whether
they felt the same ugly gnawing in their stomachs after indulging in
relations? Obviously not, if they had been living together as lovers.
Yet how could Yvonne also have sex with men? Suzanne had read a
marginal amount of literature on the subject, but she was aware of
Freud’s bisexual theories, which must have some basis of fact, judging
from her own reaction the night before and her active participation in
sexplay.
But still, she couldn’t help wondering how she was ever able to indulge
with the girls, not merely the act itself but so soon after the
traumatic experience with the boys. It must have been Yvonne’s tender
massage of her breasts and her vagina, she knew that was it. Any girl
would react to such a stimulus; yet she knew deep within her that it
was more than that. It were as though a demon had been loosed in her
loins. Held back for so long, she finally felt her inhibitions falling
away. She wanted to indulge, she wanted to enjoy the delights of sex,
to throw herself with complete abandon into the most perverse practices
she could imagine, provided they were pleasant and didn’t hurt anyone
and, most of all, there was no violence except in the intensity of the
sexual feeling that quivered in her.
With a sigh, Suzanne pressed her hand to her forehead to ease the ache
that had just begun. There was a movement on the bed and she heard a
low moan.
“Oh, God, it’s morning,” said Yvonne, her voice sounding like the
rumble of the trucks up and down Woodward Avenue.
“Hi,” said Suzanne.
Yvonne reached out a thin arm for the cigarettes on the night stand.
She shook one out of the package and clicked the lighter, inhaling
deeply and leaning back, holding Carole’s still sleeping body in one
arm.
“Oh, that’s better.” Yvonne managed a grin and tapped Suzanne’s
shoulder with her forefinger, still holding the cigarette in her hand.
“How’s our little violated virgin this morning?”
“Okay, I think.”
“That doesn’t sound very convincing.”
Suzanne shifted in the bed. “Oh, I’ve just been lying here thinking.”
Yvonne heaved under a sudden attack of coughing.
“That can be dangerous, especially at this hour. I guess you’ve got all
sorts of guilty feelings running around that head of yours, huh?”
Suzanne nodded. “I’m … a little confused.”
“Aren’t we all? Let me tell you something.” Yvonne took another deep
drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly. “I won’t hand out advice,
but I’ll make a few comments. You’ve gone through a lot in the past two
days. I mean, with sex. I know what happened with those little bastards
must’ve shaken you to the bottom of your carnal cavern, and last night,
well …” Yvonne laughed softly. “That’s another bag of beans entirely.
But am I right in saying that you’ve had more sex the last two days
than you’ve ever had before?”
Suzanne nodded. “I’ve never had sex before. Ever. Not with anyone. But
… but I’ve often wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you? I thought you and Sam were pretty thick there for a
while.”
“Well, mother’s always told me it wasn’t right. I mean, not until after
you’re married.”
Yvonne snorted loudly. “Yeah, I get the picture.”
“I wanted to, but I just couldn’t. There was one night, no, there were
lots of nights when we almost did, but right at the last minute I’d
hear mother’s voice and I lost interest.”
Yvonne nodded. “It sounds like lots of mothers I know. They may have
screwed their asses off when they were teenagers, but they don’t want
their daughters to do it. Some sort of moral retribution or whatever.
Hell, I’m disgusted with people like that. Including your mother. I
feel it’s better to be open about things than brainwash someone until
they’re so full of guilt and misery that they never can enjoy sex, even
after they’re married. I know lots of couples like that. I mean,
married, but still have a hang-up which stems from an overly strict
upbringing. Maybe that’s why I’m so free about things.”
Suzanne frowned and stared at her friend for a moment.
“But how … I mean, I don’t understand how you can say you and Carole
are lovers, and yet you can still go with men. You said last night you
do.”
Yvonne nodded. “Yes, I do, sometimes. Like Jeff. I’ve shacked up with
him a couple of times, but then he’s one of the few men in my life that
really turns me on. I mean, he’s without a doubt the sexiest guy on
campus. You’ve got to admit that. And what he does in bed is a whole
chapter out of my diary. Oh, wow, that guy is something else again.
He’s got a body that won’t quit and a cock that should become a
national monument one of these days. Not that I’m hung up on big cocks,
mind you,” Yvonne added hastily. “But Jeff’s is about the most
beautiful piece of meat I’ve ever seen on any man, bar none.”
Suzanne giggled. “Is it as big as they say it is?”
Yvonne reached for the ashtray and mashed her cigarette, erupting with
a deep laugh at the same time.
“So you’re curious as well? I noticed the way you were watching him in
Verne’s the other day. I guess every chick at Wayne would like to know.
Well, I’ll tell you, my former vestal virgin. Jeff’s cock is long. It’s
also rather thick. It has enough foreskin over the end to make drapes
for this entire apartment. His balls could double on the pool table,
and when that whole gorgeous area stands up to attention, I feel like a
dog beside a fireplug; I just want to lift my legs and wrap myself
around it. He really is quite incredible.”
Suzanne nodded. “That colored guy Clayton is big.”
“They say all colored studs are bigger’n white guys, but let me assure
you, Jeff’d give the whole goddamn NAACP a run for its money. Also, I
guess for me the most important thing about that adorable man’s penis
is the fact that it’s very white, very smooth. No big veins like some.
Just one big white lollipop waiting to be licked.” Yvonne shifted in
the bed and laughed again. “Jeez, I’d better stop this. I’m getting
horny just thinking about him.”
Suzanne laughed. “I’ve often wanted to know Jeff better. I’ve only said
hello a couple of times. But I know he lays just about any girl he can,
and I felt it wasn’t any use, you know trying to know him, because I
wouldn’t go to bed with him.”
“But that was before, dear,” said Yvonne crisply. “And now? Would you
now?”
Suzanne nodded slowly. “Maybe I would. I don’t know for sure. I still
love Sam, and he’s the one I really want.”
Yvonne smiled. “Well, let me tell you something else, then. I love
Carole. She’s everything to me. But we’ve been together long enough to
know that love is based on more than just sex. Which is why I’m able to
shack up with some guy, or like last night, we’re both able to have a
little orgy with some other girl, and not let this get in the way of
our feelings for each other. Sex is sex. To me, and to Carole, it’s
part of the scene, but not the most important. We can take it or leave
it. We always take it, though, I assure you. And I’ve always believed
in not having sex with someone just because you might feel like it at
the time. Like with you, I’ve wanted to ball you ever since we met. But
I got to know you, and I knew there’d be a right time. It’s like every
person: there’s a right time, a right place, a right individual, and
then everything fits. Everything comes out right, like last night. You
enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Suzanne nodded. “Of course I did. You know that.”
“Sure. And maybe we’ll ball again. Who knows? And don’t you go getting
any romantic notions about me or Carole just because we had a little
pussy for late supper. It was something that was fun; it happened and
it’s over.”
“You sound so sensible about things,” said Suzanne. “I wish I were. I’m
still kinda confused, because …” She hesitated. “You see, the way I
suddenly became so sexy last night, it sorta scares me, looking back on
it. I mean, now I feel I’ve done something very wrong. When the boys
attacked me, that was different. They forced me. But last night, I did
it because I wanted to. You understand? I really wanted to do
everything we did, and even while I was doing it, I felt it was wrong,
but I didn’t care. Something stronger made me do it. And it was
wonderful. But now I’m wondering: how about what I really feel? Do I
want men? Do I want women? Oh, Yvonne, I feel so terrible.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Yvonne reached over and patted Suzanne on the
shoulder. “You’re only going through a delayed adolescence. Hell, you
should have been behaving like this five years ago, but then you’ve got
that mother of yours to thank for that. She should join Billy Graham
instead of organizing tea parties for the Grosse Pointe Ladies’ Club.
Anyway, try not to feel guilty. Would you believe lots of girls, and
men, too, will mess around like we did. It doesn’t mean you’re a dyke.
It just means you let go because you’d been primed right. Jeff even
told me once that he’d had a wild evening with some guys over on Forest
Avenue at some house there. You know that big three-story one near
Lincoln? They call it Homosexual Haven because of all the queens living
there. Well, Jeff says he kinda hung one on over there, but that
doesn’t mean he’s giving up girls. And what we did last night doesn’t
mean you’re giving up boys. I’ll bet the minute Sam gets back into
town, you’ll be rolling into bed with him so fast it’ll make your boobs
turn to jelly.”
Suzanne laughed. “Yeah, maybe so. Oh, Yvonne, you’re so wonderful. I
wish I’d gone to bed with you a year ago. Maybe I wouldn’t be so
screwed up right now.”
Yvonne pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “I wish we had, too, but
then, like I said, these things always happen at the right time.
Seriously, baby, you do have a problem with those little finks up the
street.”
Suzanne felt a stab of terror as the memory returned, and her pleasant
talk with Yvonne suddenly disappeared in a sea of apprehension.
“Oh, dear, I’d almost forgotten.”
Yvonne laughed grimly. “Well, let me tell you, they’ll probably be
back. They know you’re scared out of your wits, and the fact that
they’ve laid you already only means they think they can do it again. So
remember, don’t open your door under any circumstances until you know
who it is. And if for any reason they do get in, scream bloody murder.”
“I’ve been thinking maybe I should move.”
“No, that’s only running away. It’ll have to get pretty hairy before
I’d advise that.”
Suzanne pondered a moment. “You know, the sad thing about it is I
didn’t think Donald was like that. In fact, I believe he’d be all right
if it weren’t for his brother and his influence. Ted’s the bad one in
that family. But Donald is a nice boy at heart.”
“Nice? He fucked you, too, didn’t he?”
“Yes, but … well, okay, so they all did, and it was pretty horrible,
but at least I noted a different feeling with Donald. I mean, he’s
younger. He’s got some tenderness in him.”
“You mean he had his tenderness in you, don’t you?”
“No, come off it. I mean, he’s a good kid at heart, but he’s been led
astray. That’s what I want to find out about this neighborhood, about
the people who live here. Is it because they’re bad themselves, which I
don’t believe, or is it the poverty, the misery they live in which
makes them that way?”
Yvonne sighed. “Listen, Miss Goodbody, you can’t change the world.
You’ve got to take it as it is. And those characters are all the same.
They start fucking at six and they’d do it if they lived in Grosse
Pointe or the Appalachians, where most of them come from, anyway. No,
dear, there’s some who just don’t have the inborn reserve about sex
that we expect. So don’t waste your time with them. If you want to see
them again, of course, that’s a different matter.” She giggled. “Maybe
they’re good sex. Were they? I mean, how big were their cocks?”
Suzanne flushed. “Stop it.”
“No, I won’t. Tell me. I mean, I know you don’t have much basis for
comparison, but you can tell, can’t you? Like this Donald that you seem
to be in a tizzy about. Was he as big as his brother, or the colored
boy?”
“No, he wasn’t, but he was big, I’m sure, for his age. Ted was bigger,
and Clayton was really big, and real thick, too.”
Yvonne laughed. “Like the three bears, huh? Momma, poppa and baby bear.
Let me ask you something. Suppose they came back, no threats, no
violence, but real nice, calm, reserved, and said how about it? Would
you go to bed with any of them again from choice?”
Suzanne flushed. “I don’t ever want to see any of them again,” she
said.
“You don’t sound very positive about that.”
“Well, maybe Donald.”
Yvonne’s laugh caused Carole’s eyes to open, and she murmured, “Shut
your hole, godammit, I’m trying to sleep.” Suzanne smiled self-
consciously.
“He is kinda sweet,” she murmured. “I like him, too.”
“You mean you like him because he’s young, sexy, well-built, and has a
big cock. Oh, dear, how typical can we get?”
Yvonne reached for another cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
“I’m willing to bet you do have sex with him again. Maybe with all
three.”
“No, never.”
“Okay, okay, I was only kidding you. After all, dear, I know you’re
still pretty shook up over what happened, and there’s no use sitting
around moping about it. So I find it’s often better to make a joke of
things.”
“Well, that’s no joke, believe me.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
Suzanne paused a moment, then giggled wickedly.
“But if Donald comes back alone, and is nice to me, well, who knows?”
“Oh, you little bitch!”
They both broke into loud laughter, and Carole raised up and glared at
them.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” she muttered. “Fuck all night and talk all day. Never
a peaceful moment around here, that’s for sure.” She leaned over and
kissed Yvonne lightly. “Good morning, love,” she said warmly.
Suzanne stared at the two girls, and for a moment envied their obvious
closeness, their rapport, the feeling that they shared.
“Good morning, Suzanne,” said Carole, putting her hand over and
squeezing her softly. “You okay today?”
Suzanne nodded. Carole swung her legs out of the bed, stood up and
stretched, yawning loudly. “I’ll go put the coffee on,” she said,
moving towards the kitchen.
Yvonne winked at Suzanne. “Just like a good little wife,” she said
coyly. “Come back here for a quickie, Carole.”
“Fuck you,” came the voice from the kitchen, quite pleasantly.
Yvonne laughed. “You know what a dyke with a hard-on looks like?”
Suzanne shook her head, and Yvonne stuck her tongue out and held it
there, projecting stiffly from her lips. Suzanne laughed, and Carole
put her head round the door.
“That broad’s always got a hard-on,” she commented.
“With you around, can you blame me?” replied Yvonne casually, slipping
out of bed and reaching for her robe. “Well, I’m going to take a
healthy crap, if you’ll excuse my French.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and Suzanne lay back, staring across
the room, and thinking how wonderful it would be to have a close friend
to live with; maybe not for sex, but just for company. She envied
Yvonne and Carole; their life together seemed so secure, so fulfilling.
With a sigh, she sat up on the edge of the bed, put on her robe, and
walked into the kitchen and sat down. Already the percolator had begun
filling the air with a pungent aroma. She felt refreshed and cheerful.
“I have a class at nine,” she remarked, looking at the clock, which
pointed to seven-fifteen.
“You mean you want to bug out?” asked Carole, busily washing dishes at
the sink.
“No, I’ll have some coffee, and then I’d better get back to my place
and clean up.”
“Okay. You can eat here if you like. We’ve got plenty.”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry. Some coffee’ll be fine,
though, thanks.”
She stared at the other girl, standing naked at the sink, and admired
her figure, so slender, yet with such full breasts and wide hips,
immeasurably feminine. There was no trace of embarrassment in her
manner; it seemed so natural for her to be without clothes. In the back
of her mind, Suzanne heard her mother’s voice, echoing back from years
before … “A lady never goes around naked. Even your father’s never
seen me without something on. I believe in modesty, like every self-
respecting woman.”
She smiled to herself. If only her mother could see her now, she
thought.
* * *
The front door closed behind her, and Suzanne locked it with a sigh of
relief. Even though she knew it would be too early for any young man to
have rape on his mind, she was taking no chances. She had had Yvonne
scout the stairway before she left the apartment for her own, and once
inside, the warm comforting glow she experienced with her friends began
to disappear. She was once more alone; once more vulnerable.
Stop it, she whispered to herself, walking into the bathroom and
turning on the hot water faucets in the tub, there’s no sense being
ridiculous about it. The door’s locked. You’re safe. Maybe safe from
physical harm for the moment, but what about her own fears? What about
her own desires? Would she ever be safe from those?
Impatiently Suzanne hung up her robe behind the bathroom door and
reached for her toothbrush. Energetically she attacked her teeth,
scrubbing harder than usual, as if through the act she would help chase
the feeling gnawing at her stomach, aching in her loins. Yes, she
couldn’t deny it, coupled with the fright was the deep desire for
something to happen again, something that would help mature her
burgeoning sexuality, help make it blossom to its fullest so she could
no longer think of herself as a girl but as a woman, filled with all
the passionate responses a woman should have, able to handle any
situation where a man (or a woman) was concerned. Yes, it wasn’t just
sex with men now; it was sex, plain and not so simple. It was the tiger
let loose in the jungle of her pubic hair.
She turned off the water and eased herself into the tub, letting her
body slide beneath the warm water, savoring the sensual pleasure of the
splashing against her skin, vitalizing her vagina again with erotic
desire and bringing her breasts once more to erection. It was true; as
her fingers rubbed over her magnificent orbs, she felt the nipples firm
beneath her touch. Jeez, had she turned into a raving sex maniac?
She closed her eyes, and with the soap in one hand she slicked her
other and rubbed herself, carefully, sensually. Her fingers massaged
her breasts and nipples, and her mind fled back to Yvonne’s soft
caresses the night before. Mentally she felt Yvonne’s fingers on her
body, Yvonne’s softness exciting her to a fever pitch of desire. Her
groin tingled with the rising tide of sexual arousal, and slowly she
let her fingers slide down, across her stomach, and come to rest in her
bush, pushing her labia open and reaching their final goal.
She felt the electric thrill as her finger touched her clitoris,
already hard and throbbing. She gripped it, caressed it, rubbed the
shaft, pinched it, and her hips began undulating gently. In her mind
she remembered Carole’s tongue paying homage to her pussy, bringing her
even greater delights than the hard prick which had cruelly defiled her
earlier. But had it been that cruel? Had Donald really hurt her that
much? He may have scared her, being stronger and holding her down, but
once he had slipped that lovely long cock into her eager pulsating
pussy, had it been that bad? She had to admit honestly it hadn’t; she
had loved it. She relished the thought of it cramming deep into her
depths, its thickness pushing aside her cunt-lips, probing her vagina
and sending shivers of excitement up to the mouth of her womb. Deeper
… deeper, Donald … let me have it all, let me have that rod, all
the way.
Suzanne’s fingers were pushing in and out of her wet, warm cavern, the
tantalizing sensations only made greater by the warm water lapping
around her body, licking at her breasts as they almost floated on top
of the surface. Her hips were moving quicker and quicker, making waves
that only stimulated every inch of her skin, making her wish Donald
were there, his tongue licking her all over. Not only Donald, but Ted
and Clayton, all three of them, their hands, tongues and cocks all
dragging over her, pushing into every crevice, bringing her the
greatest delight she was capable of experiencing. Yes, yes, all of
them; all those three wonderful cocks, all together, all pushing into
her. Yes, two cocks up her twat, the third up her asshole. She was
being fucked by them all at the same time. She slid one hand between
her buttocks and pushed a finger into her anus. Oh, Jeez, she couldn’t
stand it. The sensations were mounting. Her asshole was on fire. Her
twat was oozing her juices. Her breasts were going to explode. Higher
and higher … quicker and quicker … rub that clitoris, up and down,
pinch it, squeeze it … fuck me, fuck me … Donald … deeper. Ted,
quicker. Clayton, give that lovely big black piece of meat to me. All
of it, plunging deep into me. Oh, yes, yes …
With a strangled cry, Suzanne’s body heaved, sending large splashes of
water up the sides of the tub, spilling over onto the floor as she
convulsed and felt her orgasm mounting, shaking her entire body, and
from her mouth came little animal moans of ecstasy.
Slowly the feeling receded, and she lay still, her fingers still
manipulating her flesh slowly, gently as the waves of emotion receded,
becoming still as the waves in the bathtub. She opened her eyes and
stared down at herself. Oh, Christ, that was wonderful. It wasn’t just
the physical orgasm; it was the thought that perhaps it might have been
those boys again. Yes, again, again. She wanted then again, loathful,
hateful, hurting; but she wanted them. Oh, God, what was she going to
do? What would she do when they came knocking at her door again, and
something told her they were coming. They would be there, all three of
them, panting, with enormous hard-ons sticking out of their pants,
those lovely shafts of gleaming meat, two white, one black, each
throbbing with anticipation, eager to sink into her unresisting body.
Biting her lip, Suzanne climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she stared at herself, filled with
loathing that she had allowed herself to be so carried away. What was
happening to her? Did all girls go through this when they first found
out about sex? She looked at her body. It was the same as it had been a
week before. There was no difference. Her eyes lifted, taking in her
crotch, her breasts, and then she looked at her face, at the smooth
round cheeks, the slightly upturned nose, the wide, sensual mouth, and
her eyes, staring back at her with a new expression, a new awareness of
her womanhood. And in that glance, she knew she had forever lost her
innocence; her childhood lay buried under a sea of come that spurted
out of a large, jerking penis while she stood beside it, hugging it
with her arms, crying because it was too big to take, and all she could
do was hug it and cry, “Fuck me, fuck me!”
With a shudder, Suzanne walked into the living room and over to the
closet. As she slowly got dressed, she knew it was going to be a
difficult day, yet ten minutes later, as she bounced gaily down the
stairs and out into the sunshine, she smiled to herself and hummed a
tune. Come on, things weren’t so bad, really; and what was so wrong
about letting oneself go?
“Hi, Suzanne, how are you today?”
It was her slovenly landlady, calling out from the door of her
apartment.
“Fine, thanks, and you?”
“Oh, I’m okay. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Sure is.”
She ran out the building and up the sidewalk, suddenly realizing she
only had seven minutes to make her class.

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Chapter 6
The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared
blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She
had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the
instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her
interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer
classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest
wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.
She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling very foolish. “I didn’t catch
that.”
The instructor smiled.
“I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer
classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment
that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies
to substantiate this theory?”
Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in
her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.
“Er … Well …” she began, “I really haven’t done enough research
yet. But it sounds reasonable, don’t you think?”
The instructor smiled. “Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is
just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally
do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual
activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on
economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor
seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the
consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive
devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the
lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only
compounds their unfortunate economic position.”
A student raised his hand.
“Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of
accomplishment,” he said. “It is the one function they can perform
without training. It’s like they feel they might not be able to work
their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional
respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of
intellectually.”
The instructor laughed. “Interesting, but I don’t think valid, in view
of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in
satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition.”
The young man was not to be put off.
“What about the kids, though?” he persisted. “I’ve talked to some who
feel they’ve really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of
someone in their own neighborhood. And there’re lots of girls from
Grosse Pointe who’ll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of
the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled
forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency.”
“Ah.” The instructor raised his eyebrows. “That’s something else again.
True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a
violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated
approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will
be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove
himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will
often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature,
the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing.”
Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was
scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or
comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she
had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being
violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong
element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it,
and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the
same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she
found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the
boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse
Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech
and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a
barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the
last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of
refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a
spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses
at the very thought of it happening again.
“Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?”
The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one
would observe her flushed condition.
She nodded.
“There have been young men in the family?”
“Yes, two brothers,” she replied, a little hesitantly. “One is sixteen,
I think, the other about two years older.”
“Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with
you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their
distance?”
She flushed. “I … I wouldn’t let them …” she began, and the
instructor cut her short.
“I’m not intimating that you would,” he said brusquely. “But you can
tell whether there might be the desire on their part.”
“I would think that perhaps they might,” she said slowly. “But on every
occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present.
They’re not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to
have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older
brother, who’s just a little hood, I’d say.”
The instructor smiled. “Thank you, Suzanne. We’ll be interested in
hearing more when you’ve completed your study of this family.”
Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated
at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her
conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one
but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn’t talk.
The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of
the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a
deep breath and began walking back to her apartment. She saw Carole in
the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the
corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a
dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the
campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her
lips in fear.
“Hi, Suzanne,” said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile.
“You okay today?”
“Yes, but no thanks to you,” she snapped, walking past him. He fell
into step with her, and she glared at him.
“Donald, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to call the police,”
she said uncertainly. “And what’s more, I’ll speak to your mother about
what’s happened.”
Donald giggled. “That won’t help. Ted’s already told her we screwed
you.”
“He … he what?” she gasped, stopping in her tracks and staring at him
disbelievingly.
“It’s true. He doesn’t care.”
“And you do, I suppose?”
He paused awkwardly.
“I … I like you, Suzanne. You know that, don’t you? I’m really sorry
about everything, but I still like you. I’d like to do it again with
you, just you and me, nice and quiet.”
“You’re a degenerate, like your brother,” she snapped heatedly. “So
don’t try and sweet talk me now.” She paused, her chest heaving with
emotion. “What did your mother say?”
Donald laughed. “She said he’d better watch out, that was all. She
doesn’t care. She’s too busy makin’ out with her own boyfriends. She
fucks around quite a bit.”
Suzanne gasped. “In your house? With you boys there?”
“Sure. What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, if you don’t know, there’s no sense telling you,” said Suzanne,
pushing past him. “Goodbye, Donald, and don’t try to follow me. I never
want to see you again.”
He stood still, looking at her retreating form walking quickly up the
sidewalk.
“Hey.”
She stopped, and looked back.
“See ya.” He waved and grinned at her. With beating heart, Suzanne
turned and almost ran the rest of the way back to her apartment. She
let herself in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she collapsed on
the couch, her body shaking.
Oh, God, she murmured to herself, oh what’ll I do if they come back?
She closed her eyes and rested until her heart had quieted down and her
limbs had stopped shaking.
The gall of that boy! And telling their mother what they had done. What
sort of people were they? Were they completely lacking in moral
scruples? Had they no sense of decency at all? And yet he had confessed
he liked her and wanted to be with her again, just the two of them. She
was right. She had sensed a quality of tenderness in him before, and
she knew that taken away from his brother, his mother and his
environment, Donald could well shape into a worthwhile man. But did she
care? Did she really care what happened to this teenage rapist who had
forced himself upon her in much the same fashion as his brother and the
colored boy? No, she didn’t; but she couldn’t deny the response she
felt in her loins for him.
She was reminded of Yvonne’s frank discussion about Jeff, about men’s
sex appeal and the size of their organs. Donald’s penis was definitely
appealing to her. Unlike the gross size and thickness of his brother,
or Clayton’s massive dark-skinned shaft, Donald’s penis was smooth,
white and sensual-looking. While he might not have displayed as much
animal ferocity as the others, he had a technique which she found
immensely satisfying, and the penetration of his organ was infinitely
fulfilling for her. If she could only get Donald away from the others,
away from his present environment … Suzanne shook her head and sat
up, wiping her eyes. This was ridiculous, she thought; it was Sam she
really wanted. Sam was the man of her dreams, the one she loved, and so
what was this perverse fantasy over a slum boy whose only appeal lay in
the seven inches of hard flesh he projected between his legs? Sam had
just as much, she felt sure, and Sam would certainly be tender, gentle
and when aroused, probably just as forcefully aggressive to appeal to
her animal instincts. Yes, Sam it was; not Donald. But when the hell
was he coming home? Oh, Sam, Sam …
She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her burning
face. She patted herself dry, and felt better. She went over to the
desk, opened her books, and began to study.
* * *
The sun had just dipped below the skyline when Suzanne realized she had
been sitting at her desk for several hours, absorbed in her work. The
clatter of footsteps on the stairs broke into her thoughts, and she
felt a pang of apprehension until she realized it must be a woman; the
noise of heels was unmistakable.
“Hey, Suzanne, you home?”
Carole’s cheerful voice rang out, and Suzanne walked quickly over to
the door, unlocked it, and let the girl in.
“Wow, I’m bushed,” she said, collapsing on the couch as Suzanne closed
the door and locked it again. “How are you feeling today?”
Suzanne grinned. “Oh, I’m fine.”
“Any sign of those monsters?”
“No, but I ran into Donald on campus. He must’ve been waiting to talk
to me. He said he wanted us to ball again, just him and me.”
Carole snorted. “I hope you kicked him right in the crotch.”
“No, I told him if he didn’t stop bothering me, I’d call the police.
But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said
Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn’t fazed at all.
Can you beat that?”
Carol shrugged. “Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized
whores. I’ve yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or
decency. It’s sad, it really is. I guess they’re not much better than
animals. It’s a pity they can’t be segregated somewhere away from the
rest of us who know how to live a clean life.”
Suzanne giggled. “Maybe so, but then there’re some who might say the
same about you and Yvonne.”
Carole’s eyes widened. “Oh, knock it off!” she exploded. “You’re mixing
apples and pears. Don’t tell me you put me in the same category?”
“Of course not,” said Suzanne quickly. “I was just trying to be
objective.”
Carole sniffed. “After last night, you have no basis for being
objective, dear,” she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a
moment. “You’re terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean.”
“Thanks. I can use a few compliments.”
They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.
“Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a
part-time job.”
“Tell you what,” said Suzanne. “Why don’t you and Yvonne have dinner
here with me tonight? I’ve got a whole mess of stuff in the
refrigerator. Come on, I’d love to.”
Carole smiled. “Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the
right time,” she murmured. “It’s a deal. Yvonne’ll be home soon. You
plan to eat early? I’m actually starved.”
“Whenever you want,” replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. “I’ll
start right away.”
“Okay,” said Carole, rising. “I’ll go clean up and put on my robe, and
when Yvonne gets home, we’ll come up. Okay?”
She went over to the door. “Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind
me.” She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. “We don’t want any
unwanted company, now, do we?”
“You bet.”
Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen,
humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of
company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the
closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn’t have a
roommate, at least she’d be having some good company, and she looked
forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards …
Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe
afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to
admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she
felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might
be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed
it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a
few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment,
looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment.
She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages,
placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water
and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a
layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and
appealing. Fine. That’s what it would be.
By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their
apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her
clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for
three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the
apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt
they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening
together afterwards.
“Hi, doll,” said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around
the waist. “I hear you’re playing cook tonight?”
“Uh-huh. And I hope you’ll like it.”
“Anything’s fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse,” said Yvonne,
flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. “Carole tells me
you met one of the kids today.”
“Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me.”
“Good for you. I still think they’ll try and see you again, so be
careful.”
“I am. That front door’s locked and it’s going to stay that way. If I
hear them outside, I’m calling the police.”
“Now you’re talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I
could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in
the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and
they’d get a beating they wouldn’t forget. I know a few guys who’d love
to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I’m sure.”
Suzanne grinned. “It sounds great, but I’d rather let well enough
alone. You know something, though …” She paused a moment, and
giggled. “I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn’t be bad
to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body’s well-
built, and …”
“And his cock’s gorgeous, I know, I know,” Yvonne interrupted her.
“Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he
finally got with it, but that doesn’t mean you’re to start anything
going with a tramp like that. If you’re horny, I’ve got plenty of guys
who’d just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole
and me, incidentally.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not thinking about it,” Suzanne said soberly. “But I
just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that
family and the neighborhood.”
“Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them,”
said Carole. “You’re not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have
your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a
doctor?”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I figured between Yvonne’s douche powder
and all that hot water, I’m probably okay.”
“Oh, well, so be it,” said Carole.
“She’s okay,” snapped Yvonne, “That stuff I gave her’d kill anything.
Besides do you think I’d have messed around with her last night if I
thought she had something?”
Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.
“Mmm, that smells divine,” said Carole. “Are we eating now?”
“We sure are. Gather round.”
Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping
themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee.
Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.
“Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married,”
she said softly. “Sam’s a lucky guy.”
Suzanne smiled happily. “I hope you’re right. I just hope he gets back
soon. I’m ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!”
The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the
living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes
and sighed contentedly.
“Oh, that was wonderful. You don’t know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I
was in no mood to cook.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” said Suzanne. “Ham’s one of my favorites, and
it’s so easy to fix, too.”
“Was it a kosher ham, dear?” asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed.
“Which reminds me,” she continued, inhaling deeply from her ever-
present cigarette. “I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do
believe there’s a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and
one who’s not.”
“Yvonne!!”
Carole’s voice exploded across the room.
“Relax, I’m just reminiscing,” she said imperturbably. “But I have
found when they’ve had something cut off their cock, they don’t seem as
aggressive. Maybe I’d feel the same way if I had half my tits removed.”
“If you had half your tits removed, dear,” said Carole calmly. “You
could join the men’s swimming team.”
“Bitch!”
Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their
obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.
“When I’ve had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass
judgment,” said Yvonne. “I guess I’d better keep my mouth shut. But you
know me and sex. It’s my favorite subject.”
She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.
“Oh, damn, I’m out. Carole …”
“Hm …”
“Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They’re on
the dresser.”
Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.
“What’s in it for me, huh?”
Yvonne smirked. “I’ll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo
on you.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Come on, Suzanne, I’ll help you wash the coffee cups,” said Yvonne,
gathering them and moving to the kitchen.
She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front
door and left the apartment.
“I love the way you two bitch at each other,” remarked Suzanne as they
stood by the sink. “I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never
thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?”
Yvonne nodded.
“Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along
pretty well. You see …” Her voice softened … “We love each other.
That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in
a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know
I’m not easy to live with.”
Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and
saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, turning off the water and
reaching for the dishtowel.
“I said: you’ll find out when you start living with Sam.”
Suzanne giggled. “You mean marry him or live with him?”
“Either. Though I suspect you’ll probably live with him for a while
now. After all, it’s good to try the merchandise before buying.”
“You’re goddamn right, sister!”
They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his
white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and
next to him Donald.
Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter
a sound Yvonne’s voice boomed out.
“You motherfuckers get the hell out of here.”
From the living room they heard Carole’s footsteps on the stairs, and
Yvonne shouted out.
“Carole, run. Get the police.”
Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room,
and Carole’s scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the
front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned
it sounded like an explosion.
“Now, chicky-babies, it’s time for dessert,” said Clayton, his dark
eyes staring humorously around them.
“Oh, God,” whispered Suzanne. “We forgot the door.”
“You sure did,” said Ted. “But that wouldn’t’ve stopped us.”
They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood,
her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned
in Clayton’s strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling
violently.
“You better calm down, baby, or you’ll feel my hand real hard,” he said
softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.
“Thass better,” said Clayton. “And now I guess we can have our little
party. It sure’s gonna be nice this way.” He turned to Ted and grinned.
“There’s one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there’s nothin’ better’n an
orgy.”
Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted
stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the
cheek. She staggered back against the wall.
“You get the message?” he drawled. “Now listen here. No one’s gonna get
hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?” He stared at Suzanne.
“Hi, there. How’s that hot little cunt tonight?”
Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn’t move. Her voice had
disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought
she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her
lips.
“Please … oh, Please …”
Clayton’s booming laugh echoed around the room.
“You see, jest like I said she would: she’s pleading for it again. Oh,
baby, and you’re gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice
white pussy. And that’s only for starters.”
Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne’s wrist, jerking her forward.
Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved
Carole into Donald’s waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers
around Yvonne’s arm.
“Come on, baby, let’s get this show on the road.”
“You take your filthy hands off me,” snapped Yvonne. “You goddamn
nigger.”
Clayton’s eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.
“Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer,” he said. “Or mebbe from
Dearborn? Well, baby, you’re gonna find out it doesn’t rub off.”
He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole
and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.
“Okay, last one in’s a cocksucker,” said Clayton, and with one hand he
seized Yvonne’s robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked,
her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before
she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the
floor.
“Like I said, no noise, no trouble,” said Clayton.

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This had been arranged for weeks, I was to pick up my niece at 9am sharp and we were to spend our day at the park before dropping her home that evening. But events took an unexpected twist.

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