And then out of nowhere had come Roger Trenton, tall and handsome, and his tender fourteen-year-old son, Mark. Her uncontrollable, perverse hunger had confronted her with a question agonizing consequence: was it Roger or his son whom she wanted to possess? Or both? Oh God, she would leave Logansville before she'd ruin three lives instead of only one.
Suddenly she realized that Roger was drawing closer to her and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," cooing softly, "God, I want to touch you, kiss you, make love to you…"
"D-don't talk like that, Roger, please…" she moaned. "It's the wine that's gone to your head." Even as she spoke, she heard her own slurred voice, and knew that she too had become slightly drunk in spite of her vow to watch herself.
"No, it's you who intoxicates me, Miriam. And… by God, I am going to kiss you, right now!"
Before she could find the breath to protest, she was being gently twisted around and pressed tightly against his naked chest. She could taste the grape flavor of the wine as his lips enfolded over hers and his tongue slithered easily into her mouth, rubbing and searching ever so tenderly in the moisture for the softness of her own tongue. His firm manly body felt good against hers, its sinewy strength pressing against the pliant supple softness of her own breasts. Her lips parted and though still trembling, their glistening richness beckoned him to cover her mouth harder.
Her arms rose involuntarily to his neck and she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding body. She could feel his lips crush and suck at her mouth more urgently, and his hand sliding over her slim, softly trembling back. Her thoughts dulled by the alcohol and strained to the breaking point, her mind couldn't reject the lewd lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her involuntarily quivering loins. He felt so wonderful to her, and every delicious sensation and muddled thought worked to deaden the acutely painful horrors of her memory. Instinctively she began to respond to his subtle caresses and pressed her wanting body to him with every fiber of her strength. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach…
"Oh God, no Roger," she whimpered, haunted by a fear of what might follow. "We… have to go now. Late, gotta go home. Please, let me go!"
"Shhhhh, darling," he softly whispered in her ear. "You want me to hold you like this, darling, I know you do…"
"I don't! I don't!" she groaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was beginning to strain up against her belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling woman fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then, almost as quickly as they had begun, suddenly her traitorously accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the urgent passion of his kisses and the gentle yet firm pressure of his kneading hand around her fully rounded buttocks. She wished in that wistful moment that she could truly loose her inhibitions and do what should come naturally to her as the mature woman she with all her heart and soul desired to become.
God, Roger was arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become aroused in the way a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her lewd, unspeakable desires for young boys ruin her future with Roger and his son, Mark!
His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell of her breasts. She felt her nipples throb painfully against the sheer netting of her brassiere, and she felt tiny little butterfly-like sensations fluttering lightly through her stomach.
"There now, you love me feeling your breasts, don't you darling?" he partially whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breast outside her blouse.
Miriam moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects of the drink, as usual, had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve-endings and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And still came the sharp thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself… that this time perhaps she would respond as she should to a man…
She made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused older man as he slipped inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an outward pressure of his hand. He cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of the firmly responding mounds as he eased up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardening naked nipples teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers.
Subconsciously she thrust her tongue hungrily at him and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like hot, burning fire to her!
He eased his head away and whispered: "Let me take your clothes off darling. I want to see all of you naked…"
Abruptly, realization of what she was doing struck her, and again the old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running… running to get lost… but she doubted now that her legs would ever carry her!
"Come on, darling," he groaned in his all consuming desire for her.
Weakly she rolled her head back and form in limp protest but he moved over her regardless his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair tickling her palm. His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth and she discovered she was sucking it and thrusting back her own tongue.
Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off and then his fingertips were raking the tiny, erectly throbbing nipples, squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her before.
Miriam's breath came in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as bow-strings as she reacted involuntarily to the delicious teasing of Roger's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands left her throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. She felt the restraining hot-pants suddenly become free and she gasped breathlessly as she felt his hand working itself smoothly beneath the elastic waist band of her panties. It played for a thrillingly tormenting moment at the pubic curls rising from the crevice of her tightly clenched thighs, and then moved downward into the moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertip teased hotly at the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it quivering up into warmly springing life. Miriam jerked forward slightly as his hand curled further down into her sheer white panties and parted the soft fleshy lips of her vagina. Then, she groaned heavily up into his mouth as she felt it snake teasingly up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground up against Roger's hand, spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting finger slithered wetly and deeply up into her hungrily welcoming vagina.
Gently Roger pushed the aroused young woman down on her naked back, and she squirmed her buttocks around and undulated her thighs with rising passion as though her body was responding to some wickedly controlling mind other than her own.