Chapter 1

Cheryl, a 23-y/o literature major at the university in Tuscaloosa, Ala., was the only person occupying a trailor in a rural area several miles from town.

And one Wednesday in May, other students had barely left class when Steward, her white, professor, asked, ‘Cheryl, can you wait a minute?’

‘Sure,’ - and she turned toward his desk as he handed her a book titled ‘Memoirs of a Victorian Rake’ and said, ‘Keep it a secret, but I thought this might interest you.’

Cheryl hesitated before she answered, ‘Are you a rake?’

‘A better question is why you never tried seducing me,’ he responded.

‘Come to the Eagle Bar Friday night and I’ll tell you,’ she replied before she drove to her trailor, had dinner, undressed, cimbed in bed and started reading Count Lorenzo’s adventures in London where his butler found anonymous tarts to satisfy the count’s lust.

As well, Lorenzo violated postitutes.

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ Cheryl whispered while she masturbated to an orgasmb and began remembering Tina, her single mom.

She was an uptight puritan warning her daugther to ‘be a nice girl.’ Because she’d long felt rebellious, the young vixen protested, ‘I don’t want to.’

‘Stop saying that!’ - and Tina slapped her face.

Nonetheless, she resented that Cheryl was a sexy light-brunette, for whom life changed the October, Saturday in Tuscaloosa when she disembarked a city bus near the Fantasyland Emporium. She’d always been curious about it and went inside.

‘May I help you?’ the handsome, white clerk greeted her.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Not a problem. I’ll just check your ID,’,’ he said, then introduced himself’, ‘I’m Gabe.’

‘I’m Cheryl.’

‘Your name’s almost as lovely as you,’ he complimented her.

‘You aren’t so bad yourself,’ she smiled as she wandered into the arcade, peered into an open booth and was startled to see the infamous the smut-queen, Belladonna, rimming her 12 male co-stars in a racy video.

But not until Cheryl had lowered her panties and begun fingering her vag did she realize that Gabe was standing next to her with his 12-inched tool exposed.

‘You’re a dirty, little bitch, aren’t you?’ he growled.

‘Uh-uh!’ Cheryl panted as Gabe knocked her hand away and drilled his cock into her virgin pussy.

‘Oh, my god!’ she gasped.

‘Quiet!’ he snarled

In a bit, he shoved her off his pecker, cum-soiled her panties, zipped up and disappeared.

Cheryl next drew her underwear into place, departed and laughed, ‘I’m not a nice girl and never will be. Fuck you, mom!’

Having said that, she decided to further proved that and 113 men enjoyed her charms in 5 years, at which point she’d become a waitress serving drink 2 nights after Steward had given her the book.

‘How were the rake’s memoirs?’ hc chuckled as he and 3 white friends entered the Eagle Bar.

‘Hi, professor.’

‘Jim, Troy and Dan, this is Cheryl. She studies literature,’ Steward said.

‘A pleasure meetin’ ya’,’ Troy drawled.

‘Aren’t you a polite hillbilly?’ Jim teased him.

‘Hey, boys, I’m buying you some beer,’ Dan announced, then: - ‘Isn’t literature a boring subject, Cheryl?’

‘Certain things can be exciting,’ she winked.

‘I suppose so,’ Dan said.

‘I haven’t had my break, yet, so follow me,’ Cheryl responded while Steward, Dan, Troy and Jim carried their beverages out to the deserted patio.

They and Cheryl sat around a table and Steward remarked, ‘The weather’s unusually warm.’

‘Yeah. Are you fellows married?’ Cheryl inquired.

‘Our batting average is 50/50. Steward and Jim are divorced; Dan and I are confirmed bachelors,’ Troy replied.

‘Explain you not having seduced me, Cheryl,’ Steward commanded her.

‘Could you’ve handled an extremely promicuous slut? That’s the reason I’m not married, though I wish I’d gotten raped during my wedding if I was.’

‘Really?’ Jim exclaimed.

I mean that,’ she confirmed her sincerity.

‘Well, I have a perverted idea. I’ll pretend I’m your husband,’ Steward suggested.

‘Okay, let’s plan the ceremony. First, when,’ Jim answered

‘Tomorrow evening at 7.’

‘Where?’ Jim questioned her.

‘I live deep in the woods and have a bathtub in my yard. Naturallly, I’ll expect you guys to avoid oral scat or any damage. Otherwise, you can abuse and degrade me,’ Cheryl informed the hunks.

‘Being we’re non-violent misogynists, we definitely will,’ Jim promised her.’

‘You bet!’ Troy interjected,

‘Oh, I nearly forgot. I’ll wear a bridal gown,’ she said.

‘It won’t represent virtue or purity!’ Steward grinned as Cheryl provided directions to her trailer.