Chapter 2

Sue Ryan, nineteen years old, was engaged to be married. Not with her parents' complete approval, for the match was slightly suspect.

Ben Jackson, her fianc, was considerably older than Sue - thirty-three. While some people considered him an interesting and entertaining man, others considered him a drunk and a weakling. Both sides had grounds for their opinions.

Ben was a professor of literature at the college Sue attended. To her, he was fabulously romantic. His romanticism included those little lapses of courage and uprightness others damned him for.

Sue had entered Ben's poetry class the year before, when she was a freshman, a young, tender, eighteen-year-old virgin with big blue eyes, bigger tits, and a lush little ass that immediately caught Ben's attention.

He turned the full treatment on the dazzled young girl. She fell easily.

After a couple of weeks of his most dramatic classroom behavior, using carefully chosen, daring sex-words in front of his impressed freshman class, and after alluding to dark sorrows in his own life, Ben asked Sue if she would help him edit one of his latest books of poetry.

Sue was overwhelmed. Already half in love with the tall, handsome, modishly bearded Ben, she welcomed the opportunity to look deep into his soul. Through his poetry.

Never mind that some of those glimpses were disturbing. Or that Ben's poetry was unbelievably shallow. He copied second-rate avant-garde academic poets who were temporarily in the favor of college students. His poetry was sly, weak, and showed no originality whatsoever. Just like himself.

Sue sensed this, although she could never have put it into words. But she had a nurse's instinct, and something in her pressed her to take care of the glittering hollow man she was falling in love with.

Ben was a good opportunity for Sue to get rid of her virginity. It had been hanging around her neck like a heavy weight for the last few years. Yet she had held onto it out of an overdone sense of obligation to her parents.

Ben moved carefully. He knew Sue's parents had a lot of money. This was one that mustn't get away.

Sue's father was senior partner in a large investment firm. A lifetime of handling other people's money had made him very conservative. Ben knew he had to weld Sue so tightly to him that she would reject any reservations her parents had about him.

Sue's work helping edit Ben's smug little verses involved her working late at night with him. One thing progressed to another.

While Sue was a virgin, she wasn't totally unacquainted with sex. All during high school, the lovely budding blonde had been the sexual target of eager young classmates. Her tits were familiar with the hot feel of a sucking mouth. And a number of fingers had slid up her tight little cunt.

At first Ben proceeded by touching the girl. Not sexually, just touching her. On the arm, the back, sometimes the thigh when she was sitting next to him.

The touching became more and more familiar, until Ben was running his hands sensuously over Sue's body almost all the time they were alone.

Still, he never touched her tits or crotch. These, areas were left strictly alone. The more he touched the rest of her, the more Sue's tits and cunt became aware something was missing.

Within a week Ben had Sue panting to be fondled. Her sexual temperature rose to the boiling point. She began wearing less and less to their nightly meetings. Her bra went first. Her skirts became shorter and shorter.

Ben found it hard to resist the girl's big tits, bouncing jauntily free under her thin sweater. The nipples poked sexily from the nearly sheer material. When she sat down, Sue often carelessly let her legs open. The sight of her panty-covered cunt set him on fire.

But he held back until he knew the girl was ready. She came due one night when they were working in his little house. The house itself was romantic, or seemed so. It was an old wooden bungalow, hanging over a cove in the seaside town where the university was located.

Camp art decorated the splintery old walls. Most of the furniture in the living room was purposely uncomfortable. This was by design, because the only comfortable place in the whole little house was the huge king-sized bed in the tiny, dimly lit bedroom.

That night Ben had maneuvered Sue onto the bed. They were resting between pages of his poetry book. Ben's hands were, as usual, roaming over Sue's lush young body. Sue was quivering and sighing under his touch. Ben knew it was time.

"Suzy," he said, suddenly folding the girl in his arms. He kissed her on the mouth. The passion with which she returned the kiss reassured him he was on the right track.

"Oh, Ben..." Sue sighed.

His hand was softly rubbing over her belly. She literally pushed her tits at him.

"Mmmmmmmm," the girl quavered happily as Ben's sensitive fingers closed over her tit. Little shudders shook her body.

Ben felt the girl's nipple hardening under her shirt. She had really thrown him signals that night. She was wearing a thin T-shirt several sizes too small.

Sue lay on her back, breathing more and more quickly as Ben fondled her tits through the T-shirt. Out of habit, she closed her eyes, as she used to do in high school when she was with a boy.

Her nipples continued to swell until there were two sharp little peaks thrusting up against the T-shirt. Ben could almost make out the darker color of the areolas through the white material.

He had to see those tits!

Still moving cautiously, Ben slid his hand back down to Sue's belly. The T-shirt was so short that there was a considerable expanse of bare midriff showing.

Ben slid his hand up under the shirt. Sue drew in a ragged, expectant breath. A moment later his hand was cupping the girl's naked tit underneath the shirt.

God damn, they were silky! But with a core of solid firmness underneath. An experienced tit-man, Ben realized Sue had the finest pair he'd ever fondled.

Well... if she'd let him go this far...

Boldly, Ben began to remove the girl's shirt. Then there was no doubt Sue liked what he was doing, and wanted him to do more. The T-shirt was so tight that she had to raise her torso up off the bed for him to get it off.

The shirt caught on the bottom curves of the girl's big tits, tugging at the creamy flesh. The nipples were pulled upward, then popped free. A moment later the shirt was off and Sue was lying on her back, naked to the waist.

Ben immediately buried his face in the soft, pink-tipped mounds. The sweet odor of Sue's flesh filled his nostrils. Jesus Christ, he was going to love this!

"Ooooohhhhhhh," Sue moaned as Ben sucked a nipple into his mouth. Little flutters of pleasure were rippling through her body. At last the man she worshiped was making love to her!

Ben cupped the girl's cushiony mounds in his hands, feeding the hardening tips into his mouth. He sucked and slavered, slithering his tongue over every inch of Sue's gorgeous tits.

It was a while before Ben became aware that Sue's hips were making quick, jerky little movements. The growing pleasure in her tits was spilling down into her loins. A slow fire was building in her too-long-denied cunt.

Ben was happy to help out. Still sucking on her tits, he slipped one hand down over her belly, then began stroking her soft thighs. Her skirt was so short that it bared her legs almost all the way up to her crotch.

Out of habit, Sue kept her legs more or less closed. But as Ben stroked higher and higher up the sensitive insides of her tender thighs, they fell open inch by inch. Finally Ben's fingers were brushing over the swelling slickness of her panties.

The girl was so hot that her cunt juices had already soaked the crotch of her panties. They squished as Ben began to poke at the narrow crotch-strip. The tight panties had worked slightly up inside Sue's pussy-slit. Ben poked at the fat lips protruding on each side.

By now Sue's hips were pumping slowly up and down on the mattress. She had always reacted strongly to having her cunt touched. And Ben was a master.

First he sunk the back of one finger up into Sue's hot slit. Right through her panties.

The girl's legs quivered and jerked. She made no move to push him away. Warm cunt juices ran through her panties and heated the back of Ben's hand.

Now was the time for the big play, Ben decided. He carefully worked one finger up under the legband of the girl's panties. He pushed past soft pussy hair until his finger was slithering through hot wet flesh.

Then his finger found the girl's vagina. It was tight as hell.

But Ben was used to young virgins. Part of the training of a poetry professor.

His finger slowly worked its way up into Sue's cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," the girl moaned happily. She was completely overwhelmed by the hot bursts of pleasure radiating through her loins. Never before had a finger up her cunt felt so good. Ben was a master.

For the next five minutes Ben kept his finger moving slowly in and out of the girl's snug little hole. Only when she was panting and moaning uncontrollably did he make his next move.

"God, it's hot in here!" he whispered into her ear. "Let's take off our clothes."

Sue nodded vigorously. She was too overwhelmed with passion to speak.

Ben began to undress the girl. It was easy. All he had to do was take off her skirt and panties.

The skirt came first. He fondled the wet crotch of her panties for a moment before taking them off. Sue ground her cunt up against his hand.

Then the panties were off. Not giving the girl a chance to cool off, Ben was back at her cunt in an instant. Now his finger could work up and down the full length of her cunt-slit. He soaked it in the wet heat of the tender little gash.

Sue went out of her mind. Never before had she had a lover who knew what he was doing. In a few minutes, Ben had turned her into a moaning, panting mass of lusting flesh.