Paul Gable: Sorority slavegirls

Vickie sucked in her breath, feeling awful about using a dirty word. She had promised herself she'd never say things like that to herself or to anyone.

Why can't I stop thinking about that word? the girl thought, leaning against the sink and holding her hands over her ears as if that would keep the tantalizing word "fuck" from her mind. She tried to compose herself. She shut both eyes and stood quietly in the middle of the tiny room, forcing herself to breathe normally. When she dropped her hands, Vickie thought she could hear Jeff's voice outside the door. Did he know she was inside? Was he going to slip in, lock the door and…?

"No!"

The young blonde laughed at her own hysteria as she wheeled around and locked the bathroom door. How stupid! The house was filled with actives, pledges and guests. No one would try something like fucking a girl in a bathroom.

That word again! Yes, yes, it made her excited to think of that word, to picture in her mind what it entailed. Fucking, what a wonderful, terrible word. Vickie closed her eyes, stretching her arms out and holding on to the sink. She felt the room swaying around her. Giggling hysterically, the girl tried to quiet the rising heat in her cunt. Her clit tightened and throbbed as the itchy ache surged through her pussy and radiated out toward her belly and asshole.

"Damn, damn!"

Vickie bit down on her tower lip until she could taste blood. Oh, why couldn't she knock down the frightening, wonderful feeling washing over her snatch? Her tits felt so tight, so swollen. The young woman leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror above the sink. Almost without thinking about it, Vickie reached down and rolled her skirt up, shoving her fingers down under the elastic leg band of her silken panties until she touched her bloated pussy-lips. "Mmmmmmm!"

Her mother had, forbidden her to masturbate. But there were some things the older woman couldn't supervise every second. Late at night, lying naked and uncovered in her narrow bed, Vickie would fantasize, thinking about some man crawling over her, pinning her helplessly down to the bed as he made her do whatever he wanted. It was during those fantasies that Vickie moved her fingers up and down her pussy-crack, tweaking her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she came. But here, here in the bathroom of a sorority house…? Vickie giggled again as she pulled her cunt-lips farther back, exposing her tiny, pulsating clit.

"Ohhhhh!"

Vickie opened her eyes and saw the fog on the mirror created by her hot breath. Ohhh, she was so hot, so willing to have a man fuck hers in her mind, Vickie saw Jeff standing, his thumbs hooked around his tennis shorts, peeling them down while the bulge pressing against his briefs grew longer, thicker.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The blonde teenager eased two fingers into her fuck-hole. Lost churned through her belly, making every nerve ending in her body vibrate. Vickie leaned heavily against the sink, the rim pressing against her pumping thighs. The young woman rolled her clit around between her fingers, sinking her thumb deeper into her cuntal flesh.

"Jeff, Jeff!" she panted, rocking her firm, taut ass back and forth. She was standing on tip-toe now, pumping her butt up and down, fucking herself with her stiff fingers. Her belly seemed to churn while her thighs twisted shamelessly. Vickie pinched her clit hard as guilty thoughts about the young man rose in her mind. No, she could never stave off an attack in his apartment. She would be spreading her legs, inviting him to feel her over, to strip her of all clothing, to fuck her!

"Fuck, fuck," the young girl repeated, her ass cheeks jiggling as she rose and fell against the sink. The mirror was wet with her misted breath while her fingers slipped along the cool porcelain surface of the sink. Her ass tightened and separated as Vickie thrust her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt against her fingers. She twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, hoping to bring herself off quickly. Others must be wanting to use the bathroom. Surely, if she stayed in much longer, people would start to suspect something it would take time to air out this place. Already Vickie could smell the heavy perfume of her evaporating pussy juice.

"Ah, ah!"

Vickie was gasping, sobbing, throwing her head from side to side and letting her long blonde hair thrash across her lust-swollen face. With a sharp gasp, the young blonde teenager shoved her fingers into her tight cunt one last time and gave her clit a hard jerk.

"Mmmmmmmahhhh!"

Vickie felt a firestorm envelope her body, consuming her pussy and spreading up to her belly and finally her tits. She slipped to the floor, her body jerking and twisting as if someone had attached a live wire to it. She had climaxed, come with a force so violent she'd nearly passed out!

When she finally opened her eyes, Vickie discovered herself on the floor, her head resting against the side of the bathtub. Ohh, how had she managed to do such an awful thing? Feeling shame and guilt, the young woman stood up shakily. Every movement was painful to her. Her body wanted to rest, to drink in the luxurious glow that had settled over her flesh after so violent an orgasm. But Vickie knew she had to get out of there.

Turning on the exhaust fan, the young woman then splashed cold water on her face, trying to take her mind off her pussy which still throbbed with the force of her climax. How uncomfortably wet she was when she moved, Vickie could feel the crotch panel of her panties sticking to her outer cunt-lips. She had to get back to her room and change! She couldn't go out on campus feeling like this with Jeff Zimlak!

"We thought you fell in or something," Shari giggled as Vickie reappeared in the living room. Jeff was standing in the corner talking to his friend again. "If you play your cards right you could have an easy quarter. His dad's one of the big department heads here at UCLA. Lots of girls have turned Jeff's head the right way, if you know what I mean."

Vickie was horrified! Would she have to… fuck Jeff in order to pass school? No, that was silly! Things like that just didn't happen anymore.

"Ready? We won't be long. I've gotta spend the night boning up for biochem this quarter," Jeff said, nodding good-by to his buddy.

Vickie sighed with relief. His manner seemed to change while she was gone. He was less aggressive, less on the make now. They walked for an hour around upper campus, through the sculpture gardens, past Royce Hall and over the central quad to the grand stairway. Jeff chatted easily, telling the silent Vickie about his dream to become a chemist for Dow Chemical.

As they walked by the Student Union on lower campus, the young blonde realized they were heading toward the south entrance to UCLA.

"I think we'd better go back," the girl said, feeling her old nervousness coming back. Was he trying to lull her into a false sense of security, talking so easily and openly to her, then leading her into his lair?

"Yeah, it's getting kinda late. But I thought I'd show you some of the apartments around here. They're pretty nice, although you've gotta fork over a lot. But your dad's loaded like mine, isn't he?"

"Well, I think so. But my parents thought I'd make more friends in a sorority house."

"Sure, sure," he answered quickly as they left campus and turned west on Le Compte. "I belong to a frat. But livin' at the frat house is a drag. They're always makin' too much racket to study or do other things."

Vickie could just imagine what those "other things" were. She continued to walk alongside Jeff as they turned down Gayley.

"Nice, isn't it?"

Vickie had to admit the street had charm. Tall maple and eucalyptus trees arched over the narrow street, shading the area protectively. Small houses and apartments with neatly manicured lawns lined either side of Gayley. It was almost too perfect to be real. Vickie thought it had a Disneyland cuteness about it.