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   It was only through careful questioning that Sara would find out whether
the young men asking her 'out' knew Ernie.  If they knew Ernie she then
arranged a 'date' with them and if they didn't know him then she refused as
quickly and politely as possible.  Once she found out that they knew Ernie
if the young man indicated she was to wear something attractive that Sara
knew that was saying 'high heels, hose, garter and a skirt as short as
possible, plus a tight blouse with plenty of make up'.  On the other hand
if the young man said she was to wear something provocative they were
really saying 'nude beneath a coat or jacket with garter and high heels
with plenty of make up'.  Sara had gone on two dates like that and they
both had been humiliating, but she also knew on both of those dates if she
wouldn't have been dressed (really not dressed) the way she had been she
would have suffered at Ernie's hands and Ernie let her know this after each
of those two dates she had performed to his desires .Sometimes the young
men would say she should wear something conservative and what they were
saying was 'a tight three piece skirt suit that exposed a lot of thigh with
lots and lots of make up'.  She tried to comply too, because not following
the requests often led to terrible consequences for her; sometimes even
including forcible rape.  But with Jerry Parker it was different.  This
youth was really strange, downright weird in her opinion and she really
hesitated about going anywhere alone with him; until Jerry left no doubt
that Ernie not only knew of the expected 'date' but had suggested it!
   Parker didn't just undress her, and every other woman he saw, with his
eyes he was almost the opposite to Ernie.  Ernie was small and slightly
round, Parker was almost six foot and lanky.  Ernie's face although not
handsome was round and Parker's face was long.  Parker wore his hair long,
untrimmed, Ernie kept himself neat and orderly.  Ernie rarely looked at her
like she was all boob; Parker always looked at her jutting protrusions and
then to her face; even her own son had picked up on that look.  There was
also an ugliness that went deeper to the kid than just his sharp nose and
hot eyes.  The feeling of being violated was involved as well as a feeling
of willful wrongness.  It was something that made her feel dirty.  Ernie
made it abundantly clear, though, that if she refused it would cause a
series of events to happen that would ultimately cause her a great deal of
discomfort and Sara knew without question Ernie meant it; she also knew she
didn't want the relationship to end with her activities known and possibly
finding herself in jail; it was far better that she continue to do what
Ernie wanted just to maintain that security both for her and for her
family. At the block party sponsored by one of Ernie's friends she danced
with Jerry Parker in a close slow dance.  Her husband didn't appreciate it
and her son broke them apart later by asking for a dance with his mom.  She
was grateful for the intrusion her son had made when she was dancing with
Parker.  Before her son broke up the close dance Parker had asked her out;
for some time alone together.  She had replied she wanted to go shopping
but that she could bend her schedule to meet Parker's request.  She had
complied with the request only because of Ernie's demand and she didn't
tell her husband or her son about the "date".
   Sara knew from a previous conversation with the hot eyed youth that he
liked garter belt supported hose.  She didn't care for the garment because
it was uncomfortable but she also wanted to make sure she lived up to
Ernie's request that she subject herself to the whims of Parker.  Sara
chose a tight single stitch knit top that had a high neck line to the top
because she didn't want Parker looking down her blouse.  She also wore a
black jacket and a wrap black skirt which had, at Parker's request, an
above the knee hem line to it plus her highest pair of heels.  Jerry Parker
was a year older than her own son but he was not only old enough to drive
his own car he owned an older style Chevrolet with bench style seats.  Her
husband and her son were gone when Parker stopped by to pick her up for the
"date".  Parker escorted her very gentlemanly like out to his car and even
opened the passengers side door for her.  Sara got in the car and kept the
hem line down as far as it would go, just above the tops of her knee's. 
Because it was a wrap skirt she made sure that the wrap part of the skirt
was closed to the view of the hot eyed youth and reminded him as he got in
the car that the ride couldn't be for a real long time because she still
wanted to go shopping.
   It was a cool October day that Parker had chosen.  The air had a wet
feeling to it and the slight wind was enough to send a chill up a person's
spine, but Sara was all too aware of the fact that the chill she felt up
her spine wasn't entirely due to the weather.
   After about twenty minutes of driving Sara was becoming disoriented as
to where she was at and she said as much to Jerry, "Where are we at and
where are you taking me Jerry?"
   "I thought we'd go out to the old Maguire place."
   "The haunted farm?"
   "So they say, but I've been there a lot and I don't think it's haunted."
   You wouldn't, she thought, you're enough of a creep to like that place.
   "I-I've heard it's quite a ways away from where you and I live."
   "It's not that far, in fact we're almost there, just down this lane
here," he said as he turned down a one lane road that led back into a
wooded area.
   Sara looked over at the youth who looked over at her, glancing at her
boobs then her legs.  She shivered knowing what he was thinking and feeling
a little guilty about going with him to this out of the way place; not
knowing why she lifted her skirt to her middle thighs, bunching the
material.  It looked awkward and it looked deliberate on her part.  Sara
actual could almost feel that look that Jerry gave her exposure.  She
looked at him, after what she had performed, and confirmed her feeling that
he was observing her deliberate exposure.  Ernie had said she was to
subject herself to Jerry and that was something she intended to do, even if
it was difficult and even if she really had concerns about her personal
safety.
   The car rolled to a stop as Jerry shut off the engine.  In front of them
was a barn and off to the left was a house surrounded by a broken down
picket fence and overgrowth in the yard.
   "Well here we are, let's take a look around, ok?" "Sure," she replied
hesitantly as she grabbed her purse and got out of the car not wanting him
to open the door because he would see more leg that way.  She already felt
pretty cheap for having worn the garter belt supported hose and trying to
appease the youth's obvious pleasure of having a mature woman in his
presence.
   She followed him past the broken gate and up the steps to the old cabin
like building that had one time been a farm house.  The front door creaked,
giving more of a spooky feeling, as he pushed it open and walked inside. 
Sara followed him inside and found the place to be remarkably well
preserved.  It was obviously older, dusty and dirty, but there was still an
old sofa and a table in the house.  It looked as if it had been used by
someone because there were beer bottles and can's strewn around the floor.
A table and a chair were off to her right and she watched as Jerry walked
over and sat down in a chair as she inspected the rest of the room.  There
was one window which had been split into four panes.  One of the panes was
broken.  There was a sink in one corner and looking up she saw the rafters
to the cabin building were still intact and looked quite sound.  "Mind if I
smoke, Mrs.  Bergman?" asked Jerry.
   "No, as long as you don't burn the place down with us in it.  I didn't
know you were old enough to smoke," she added as she turned to him and he
exhaled his cigarette smoke.
   He leered at her and said, "I'm old enough to do a lot of things Mrs. 
Bergman."
   Sara almost shivered but barely caught herself in time.  The place was
quite drafty.  "Why don't you like me, Mrs.  Bergman?"
   Sara looked at him, she'd been looking over some of the trinkets on the
shelf to her right and when he asked the question bluntly she felt it was
necessary to be as blunt back to him.
   "It's not that I don't like you Jerry.  I mean...I mean I did come out
with you here, alone.  It's just that ...well it's the way you look at me,
like you are now."
   "What way is that, Mrs.  Bergman?"
   He'd asked the question while he gave her a once over.
   "Like your taking off my clothes with your eyes, Jerry."
   She had responded honestly and with a considerable amount of effort. 
She didn't like being alone in this old run down cabin with him leering at
her.  She was after all old enough to be his mother and a respectable
mother at that.
   "Maybe," he said tapping out an ash in a beer can, "maybe you should."
   "Maybe I should, what, Jerry?" she asked.
   "Maybe you should take off your clothes for me Mrs.  Bergman.  See if I
knew what you looked like nude, then maybe I wouldn't look at you that
way."
   "You missed the point, Jerry.  Regardless of whether I'm dressed or not
you still make me feel cheap by looking at me that way!  Besides that I am
a respectable married Christian woman!"
   "So how are you going to know?"
   "Know what, Jerry?" she asked a little miffed.
   "Know if there is room for improvement in my...ah attitude."
   "I'll-I'll know, when and if it happens Jerry."
   "O.K., well did you wear garter belt supported hose?"
   "Ye-yes as a matter of fact I did, Jerry."
   "Why?"
   "Why what," she asked of him?
   "Why did you wear garter belt supported hose?"
   "Be-because Ernie told me you liked that garment."
   "So you wore it because you knew I liked seeing a woman dressed in
garter belt supported hose?"
   "Yes, exactly," she replied clutching her purse almost too tightly.
   "Hum," he said, then, "so I'd like to see you nude, Mrs.  Bergman.  I'd
really like it if you did a slow strip, not a strip tease, just a strip to
the nude right now in front of me."
   If she wanted to meet Ernie's demand she knew she had to.  Sara blushed
deeply, feeling her face get bright red and knowing that there was plenty
of light in the room to show her scarlet cheeks to the youth sitting in
front of her.
   "I-I'm old enough to be ...  your mother..and I-I'm much fatter than you
think, Jerry."
   "You are stalling Mrs.  Bergman."
   She was stalling.  She didn't want to strip, not here, not in front of
this evil, leering youth and yet she knew she had to.  Sara swallowed on a
dry throat and walked up to the table.  She almost angrily threw down her
purse and stepped away.
   "You will take your clothes off the way I like or not at all, Mrs. 
Bergman." "What way is it the you like, Jerry?" she asked of him swallowing
as she did so.
   "There's several hooks on the front door.  Walk to the front door then
back to the table, make a complete circle and then each time you walk to
the door hang a piece of clothing on a peg."
   Sara wanted to cry.  She half sobbed, barely repressing the sob in time,
but enough to let the youth know she wasn't pleased about the demand.  It
was just too demeaning and degrading to let this youth know how truly
horrified she was about this situation.
   She turned a complete circle then walked to the door and stopped with
her back to him.  She took a deep breath and took off her jacket.  She put
the jacket on a peg then walked back in front of him and turned a complete
circle.  He smiled at her and she noticed the bulge in his pants.  Sara bit
her lower lip to keep it from trembling.  She walked to the door and then
crossed her arms in front of herself and pulled the tight top off.  She
shook her hair free of the top and put the knit top on top of the jacket.
She noticed absently there were five pegs on the door.  She walked back in
front of the youth in her bra and did a complete circle.  Then advanced to
the door, hesitated and removed her skirt.  She slowly dropped the skirt
and then stepped out of it and put it on the second peg.  She walked back
to where Jerry was sitting dressed now in a short, side slit black half
slip and bra top.  She made a complete circle not even looking at the
youth. She walked back to the door and pulled the slip off, stepping out of
the slip.  She lifted the slip and hung it over the skirt walking back now
in garter belt supported hose panties and bra.  Once again she did a slow
turn.  He didn't say anything.  Sara noted he had taken out another
cigarette and had started to light it as she steeled herself and walked to
the door.  She dropped her right bra strap then her left.  Reaching behind
herself she unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her breasts feeling
her big breasts bounce free.  Her nipples hardened quickly in the cool air
of the room.  She hung the bra on the third peg.  She covered her breasts
with her arms as she turned.  "Arms at your sides, Mrs.  Bergman, just like
before," she heard him say.  She didn't look at him as she dropped away her
arms exposing her naked boobs to the youth and walked slowly back to where
he was seated feeling her boobs jiggle and wiggle as she walked.  She
turned a slow circle in front of the youth and walked back to the door. 
Sara half sobbed again, then hooked her fingers in her panty waistband and
pulled the panty down off her rump and past her garter belt supported hose
tops.  As she was removing the panty her right leg caught in the leg band
of the panty and she lost her balance almost falling but her right shoulder
kept her from falling as she leaned into the door.  She got the garment off
and put it on the third peg over her bra.  She stood straight and slowly
turned to walk back to where Jerry was seated.  She turned a complete
circle, naked except for her garter belt supported hose and high heels. 
Her head was down as she stood there in front of him naked for all
practical purposes.
   "Treat the heels as a garment, the hose as a garment and the garter belt
as a garment, Mrs.  Bergman."
   He was going to humiliate her totally, she realized.  Crying openly now
she walked over to the door and slowly removed her high heels hanging them
by the straps to the fourth peg.  Then crying she walked back in stocking
clad feet and did a complete circle before walking to the door yet again.
She unfastened the garter belt straps first then the garter belt itself by
unhooking the latched hooks behind her.  She put the garter belt on the
fifth and last peg.  She turned, head down, hair covering her crying eyes
as she did a complete circle and returned for the last time to the door. 
She unrolled each hose and put the two garments over the top of the garter
then walked completely nude in her bare feet back to in front of Jerry. 
She turned slowly, completely totally nude and exposed in front of Jerry
her shoulders shaking as she cried in open humiliation.  "I gottah take a
piss," he said as he stood up and walked away from her.
   Sara cringed when more light from the door exposed her nudity.  She
leaned up against the table and as she was recovering she heard a slamming
noise.  She went slowly to the window in the door and lifted herself on her
tip toes to peak out of the high window of the front old door.  She saw a
stream coming from Jerry as he stood in front of his car and urinated.  As
she was leaning up against the door she realized something horrible.  Her
clothes were gone!  She turned quickly and saw her purse was gone too! 
That horrible punk had taken her clothes out to the car.  She was
completely nude, vulnerable and helpless.  She couldn't help but sob.
   Sara padded over to the sofa, sobbing, and wrapping herself into a
protective ball on the dirty but surprisingly soft sofa.
   She heard the door open and close as she spoke up from her protective
position, "I want my clothes back, Jerry!"
   "No.  Come stand before me."
   "Plea-please Jer-Jerry, plea-please have-haven't yo-you em-embarrassed
me-me e-enough?" she cried as she asked the question.
   "Come stand before me, Mrs.  Bergman," he repeated as she looked and saw
he had moved the chair in front of the table and sat down again.
   Sara shook her head no and continued crying.  She watched as he stood up
and then said, "Alright, have it your way.  I'll give you a couple of hours
to think about it.  Maybe somebody else might even stop by and see this
place and the naked woman here while I'm gone."
   What he said made all too clear of sense to her.  What if someone else
did show up?  Oh, dear god, she was completely nude!!  "No!  No Jer-Jerry
wait, wait, plea-please, jus-just give me a moment, please!"
   She watched him sit back down.  Slowly she got herself under control. 
It took a good five minutes before she uncurled, wiped the tears of
humiliation from her face, and stood up.  She walked naked to stand
completely nude only about eighteen inches from his knee.  She kept her
head down, seeing the whiteness in the jeans of his pants at his knee's and
the black and white sneakers he wore.
   "Look me in the face, Mrs.  Bergman, and tell me if the look is still
there."
   Sara swallowed, then brushed aside her hair.  She forced herself to look
him in the face, directly into his smoldering eyes.  She saw a leer there
but the look she'd complained about earlier (when she was dressed) was
gone.
   "It-it's gone Jerry."
   "Yeah, so do you feel cheap now, Mrs.  Bergman?"
   Sara blushed.  She was nude.  He was looking from her face to her naked
boobs and her hard nipples, occasionally dipping his eyes to her naked
exposed crotch.  But she was able to look at him and she was able to say,
"More now so than ever, Jerry.  I-I'm naked."
   "Yes, so you are Mrs.  Bergman," he said standing and put his left hand
on her naked back while his right hand reached out to cup a dangling
breast. She slapped his hand away saying, "All you want now is sex, right
Jerry?"
   "That's right, Mrs.  Bergman, and if you want your clothes back you will
do as you are told."
   "You-your holding all the cards, alright, then, Jerry."
   "Tell me how big this is," he said as he lifted her left breast with his
right hand.  He rolled her breast in the palm of his hand while she
swallowed and said, "When I'm wearing a bra it's a thirty eight double 'D'
bra."
   "You have really big ones," he replied cupping her right breast now and
making her feel like she was some sort of prostitute.
   "Yes, so I have been told," she responded as she moved her right arm an
hand brushing past his cupping, fondling hands to whisk a tear from her
eye.
   Then half pushing half pulling her naked form over to the sofa he
dragged her down to a sitting position next to him.  He kissed her on the
neck.  The kiss felt more like a lick than a kiss and she felt even
cheaper. This wasn't like Ernie, nor any other man or boy she'd been with,
this was more like....rape.  What was worse it seemed like this hot eyed
youth seemed to enjoy not only her discomfort but his dominance over her as
well.  As he kissed her further she let him and it wasn't until his hands
began to mash, squeeze and distort her breasts that Sara tried to get away
from him, making a mistake of leaning down to the sofa's surface.  In a
flash he was on top of her caressing and licking her nipples and using his
right knee to pry open her legs so that his body feel heavily on top of her
own.
   After several attempts to get her to respond in a more positive manner
towards his obvious intent at wanting sex he said to her, "Ok, let's get
this straight.  I'm sitting in a abandoned cabin with a respectable naked
married woman and I want a kiss.  I kiss this respectable naked married
woman and she doesn't respond.  So the question comes should I stick around
and just have a quickie then leave her here alone and naked or should I ask
her to be responsive and give her back her clothes and a ride home."
   Sara was quiet.  "Well, Mrs.  Bergman?"
   "Alright, alright, I-I'll be...more responsive."
   "Prove it," he said to her as he played with her nipple.
   "How, Jerry?"
   "Open your legs, spread your knees."
   Sara had no sooner complied with the demand than she felt his penis
slide into her slit.  Sara hadn't realized he had removed his penis from
his pants, but there was no doubt in her mind as she felt the boy's long
penis penetrate her slit and then slide past the sphincter muscle that was
the entrance to her own sex.  At first she was openly surprised by the
quick deftness of his penetration and then she was surprised by how easily
he slid all the way inside her.  It wasn't until his organ was buried deep
inside her that she realized she not only wanted this sex but she needed it
probably more than what Jerry did.  This realization shocked her and made
her think about herself even as she moaned feeling the boy's balls rub up
against her firm ass cheeks and give her a tingling thrill.  His erection
wasn't as long as Ernie's but he had a satisfying, filling length.  Sara
was shocked to find herself appraising his erection as if he were some sort
of performer.  The implication was that she was an equal performer as well.
He undulated his hips causing his organ to slide almost to the opening of
her pussy before sliding fully inside and deeply into her again.  Self
consciously, Sara felt and responded to the penetrating forced sex by
lifting her legs which opened her body even more to the probing of the
youths erection.  Sara knew, even as the sex continued, that she was
totally naked.  Her nakedness and the lack of awareness as to the location
of her clothes as well as the dominating characteristics of the present
situation made her feel even more vulnerable than she probably was.
   Sara felt the tell tale hardening and stiffening of his already thick
hardness deep inside her and as she lay naked on the old sofa she felt
herself responding despite her feelings of being forced into this sexual
activity.  He was about to climax.  She then felt something strange,
something she'd only felt with Ernie before, as she reached a tremendous
and sudden climax herself.  The two of them, the older woman and the
teenage youth, climaxed at the same time and the moaning and groaning of
the two filled the normally silent room.  He lay there on top and inside of
her and she could feel his organ begin to deflate and yet he made no move
towards pulling out.  She felt his right hand squeeze, fondle and roll her
left breast from the laying position to fully upwards as he cupped her
mound, fingering her nipple as he did so.  Sara half sobbed.
   "I-I came, climaxed, plea-please get out and off of me, plea-please
Jerry!"
   "No, I am comfortable where I am at."
   "Bu-but I gave you se-sex just like you wanted!  Plea-please Jerry,
please at least let me freshen up some, please."
   "The answer is still no.  You can't freshen up because there are no
facilities here and I'm not ready to give you back your clothes yet, so
don't even ask.  I like you like this: nude."
   Sara choked back a sob.  She had no choice.  All of her choices had been
stripped away from her as much as her clothes.  She was vulnerable, nude
and in a place she wasn't familiar with and the youth she was with really
had a problem.  She began to understand what Turner had meant by this
particular youth.  He could easily be mentally disturbed; he was definitely
fixated with sex and from her experiences so far she guessed he was stuck
on her for some weird kind of reason.  For her it suddenly got a lot
weirder.  Almost as if he we capable of reading her mind he voiced her
fears,
   "Don't do as I say and I will leave you here, alone, naked, stranded
away from home, no car.  If guys find you you'll be putting out a lot more
than you are with me."
   "What do you want now Jerry?" she asked the question fearful of what the
reply would be.
   He pulled his semi hard length out of her wet vagina.  He pinned her
body by trapping her with his knee's just below her armpits.  He lay his
wet, slimy organ between her boobs and said, "I want oral sex with a jug
fuck."
   "Oh-h-h g-god!" she exclaimed as he deliberately moved his arms so that
she could feel his hands on each of her wrists.  She let him move her arms
and wrists, as he positioned her arms and hands so that she was pushing her
big breasts together sandwiching Jerry's stiffening organ between her two
big breasts.
   "Push harder, I want to really feel your tits on my cock," he said as he
looked into her face.  She winced and pushed her breasts even more together
feeling his swelling thickness wedged between her two boobs.  Sara was
appalled at both Jerry and herself.  As he slid between the two orbs
instead of feeling like she was being boob raped she actually felt some
excitement at what she was performing for this demented youth.
   "Oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that, oh man yeah," he acknowledged as his
organ slid back and forth like a sausage between two loaves of bread.  As
he pushed harder, her breasts rose almost to her chin and his penis head
protruded out of the crevice between her two mounds.  He pushed even more
until his penis was rubbing her chin.  He had to position another cushion
under her head to give her the needed support she needed to make contact
with the penis head when it appeared with her mouth.  She licked his penis
head and sucked on the bulb like protrusion rising out of the depths of the
crevice created by her own breasts.  What disgusted her the most wasn't
what Jerry was doing to her or the fact that he was getting so much
pleasure from the actions, what disgusted her she realized horribly was
that she almost enjoyed this form of sex.  She felt so needed, not used, as
she licked the head of his sensitive organ and heard him moan in pleasure.
He grunted, not very attractively, when she allowed his penis head in her
mouth and she applied suction as well as licked it.  She had thought she
would feel some kind of repulsion towards his penis, knowing where it had
been, but there was none, except for the overriding feeling that he was
more under control this way than any other kind of sex she had yet
experienced.  It wasn't until he started pumping his erection in and out of
her salivating, suctioning mouth that she felt degraded.  Prior to that,
the action had almost appeared to be a little heavier then petting and she
knew that if it had continued he would have climaxed as she would have.  He
changed his position however from that of a breast lover to a mouth rapist
as he forced himself in her open mouth.  Sara was reluctant to suck on the
thing in her mouth but she also realized that if she didn't the forced oral
sex, more like forced oral rape, would continue far longer than she wanted
it to.  It was with that reasoning in mind that she applied a considerable
amount of effort, first at not upchucking as he penetrated the upper part
of her throat and second for not trying to dislodge the invading erection
in her mouth.  Her mouth made suctioning noises and it came as a surprise
to her, even after all the experiences she had with other young men, that
this particular young man seemed to be excited even more by the noises she
made with her mouth than the actual amount of pressure she applied to the
thickness that occasionally made her lift her head as she gagged on the
young man's thick erect penis.  Her feeling of degradation was nothing
compared to the feeling of total depravity as she gagged and tried to tell
him to be more gentle around his swelling member.  "Just suck it, bitch,
suck it like that, shit that feels good," he had said to her!  Sara
realized she was becoming oblivious to the suctioning wet sound as she
found herself having some difficulty in getting some air.  He continued to
pump in and out of her mouth even though she was sucking now with
considerable less force than before because of her need for air.  A feeling
of depravity was even more pronounced when she heard him groan and then
felt the tell tale hardening beyond the erection hardness of his penis as
he spewed forth his ejaculation deep in her mouth.  She would have choked,
she realized, had not his erection been so far in her mouth and partially
down her throat.  As it was she felt some of his thick goo inside her
traveling down towards her stomach before the asshole pulled out of her
throat and spewed forth his goo spend into the main part of her mouth.  She
couldn't swallow quickly enough and it was either choke and have it come
out of her nostrils or let the terrible fluid ooze from her mouth past her
lips which were spread wide by the still hard organ.  He slammed into her
head, forcing her mouth wide open.  Sara let the oozing fluid out of her
mouth with little regret at the time.  As he emptied the last dregs of his
climax juice deep into her mouth, the young man leaned into her cutting off
her air supply as her nose became squashed from his belly and his erection
filled her mouth to a point where she simply could not breathe.  She tried
fighting back but by the time she realized he was enjoying the deep throat
penetration that he wasn't aware of her need for air it was far too late.
The room closed in around her as she slowly slid into oblivion her lungs
starving for air.
   ** not yet finished **
   
  
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