Cathy's heart was pounding. She could not see who it was who was in the dark room with her. All she could hear were the footsteps walking closer and closer to her where she cowered against the wall. The footsteps and the heavy breathing.
"Who is it?" she cried. "Please tell me who's there."
There was no answer, just the sounds of the heavy footfalls coming nearer and nearer. And the rasping breathing.
Suddenly, a rough hand gripped her by her ponytail and pulled her forwards. Her mouth was crushed against the hot lips of the man who was grabbing her.
Cathy screamed and kicked. She clawed and beat her fisjts against the man in the darkness. But it was no use. He was much bigger and stronger than she was and she was helpless.
Cathy felt the rough hands grip her panties and rip.
"Stop!" Cathy screamed. "Please, stop!"
The man pulled her to the floor and leaped on top of her. Cathy struggled against the force that was holding her down - but it was hopeless. There was nothing she could do to prevent it.
Cathy screamed as she felt the big cock ramming into her virgin pussy, tearing her open as the man entered her with one tremendous plunge, filling her hot young cunt with his dick.
All was blackness around her, she could see nothing. All she could do was feel - she felt the hard, thick cock ramming and plunging into her young pussy, ripping and tearing as the man plowed into her - changing her life forever.
Chapter One
The first sound Cathy heard that brought her to half awareness, was the singing of the birds in the trees outside her bedroom window. She smiled and opened her eyes.
Spring was her favorite time of the year, and fall. In the spring she could see all the new blossoms on the trees and the shrubs. She would see the growing plants that she had planted in the yard last fall. They would all be coming up in the moist, brown earth, growing and searching for the sunlight.
Cathy leaped from her bed and ran to the window. She threw it open and looked out. It was going to be a glorious day. She could tell already.
The tree outside her bedroom window was already a blaze of color. The pink and red buds of the flowering tree warmed her heart as she listened to the gentle chirping of the birds.
Out in the driveway, her brother Bud's bike was shooting off glints from the polished steel. He was so proud of his motorcycle. Cathy smiled to herself. Her brother Bud was probably her favorite person in the world. Except for her Daddy - she was his princess, and he was her king. Cathy felt all warm inside.
In her room, Cathy's sister Betty stirred in her sleep. Goddamn birds, she thought. Always making a racket. Betty pulled the covers over her head and burrowed beneath them.
She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her moist pussy. She had been having such a terrific dream. Why did the lousy birds have to wake her up? Betty rubbed the wet slit of her cunt and tried to return to her dream.
Bud stroked his thick cock and groaned. His cum was filling his nuts and it was ready to explode. One more, stroke and young Bud would shoot his load off. He pumped his prick and his hand was filled with the sweet, creamy juice, of his young dick.
Margaret felt Jim's hand slide over her ass as she came to awakeness. He was horny again. After all these years and three children, Jim just couldn't get enough of his wife's sweet cunt.
Margaret reached over and took hold of Jim's cock through his pajamas. Hard as a rock and ready to go. She smiled. It was good to be loved by a man like Jim. He was good to the children and to her. She was a lucky woman.
Jim slid his hand under Margaret's night gown and gripped her still firm breasts in his hand. He loved the feel of Margaret's flesh. She had kept her figure and was still a stunning looking woman. He pressed his crotch against her hip and felt her slide down in the bed and spread her legs.
Jim' pulled her nightgown up and pulled his cock out of the opening in the front of his pajamas. Sliding over in the bed, he mounted her and began to slide his cock along the warm, moist slit of her cunt.
Margaret put her hands around Jim's body, pulling him down on top of her. She humped her hips upwards as his dickhead slid into her moist cunt lips. Margaret sighed as she felt her husband's long, thick cock fill her pussy. He pumped it into her, filling her aching emptiness with his hot man tool.
Margaret's knees came up from the mattress and pressed against Jim's body as he pulled his dick out and then plunged it back in deep, deep into her hot pussy. He felt the gripping lips of her cunt surround his cockmeat and he shoved his dick as deep as he could into Margaret's hot, eager hole. She could never get enough of his hard cock and Jim was ready almost all the- time to ram it to her.
Margaret sighed as she felt the hard, throbbing cock of her man shove in and out of her pussy. She spread her palms over his broad back and pulled him into her. His hips pumped up and down, ramming his dick in and out of her cunt. He could feel the warm, soft breasts of his mate as he rubbed his chest against her, driving his dick into her cunt hard and. long.
"Oh Jim," Margaret cried. "Oh Jim, that's so good - so good." Margaret clutched at Jim's cock with her pussy muscles, straining to hold it inside her as she flooded his dick with her hot quim juice, coating his dick with her slime as he plunged his meat into her.
Jim's breath became short and fast as he rammed his meat into Margaret's pussy, filling her hot, aching hole with his plunging manmeat. He rammed it in to the hilt and his nuts emptied their load, exploding inside Margaret's eager, grasping pussy as she brought herself off again and again.
"Hurry up, Bud," Margaret called up the stairs, turned and walked back to the kitchen. All the rest of the family were seated at the breakfast table. Bud, as usual, was late. Boys, she thought.
"But Father," Betty was saying as Margaret returned to her brood in the kitchen. "I've just got to have that dress. I've just got to."
"Betty, don't badger your father."
"But Mother!" Betty whined. "You know I have to have a new dress for the prom. I can't wear that ratty old formal - again."
"We'll see," Jim Anderson said to his eldest daughter. "We'll see." Betty stuck out her lower lip in a pout and stirred her coffee.
"Daddy," Cathy said.
"Yes, Kitten," Jim smiled at his nubile young daughter.
"Can I sign up for the swimming class at the Y? It doesn't cost very much," Cathy batted her eyes at her father. She could usually get what she wanted from him.
"I think we could manage that," he said.
Betty glowered at Cathy. Little bitch, she thought. She can always get what she wants out of Father.
Margaret served the pancakes to her happy brood and looked upwards. What could be keeping Bud, she wondered.
Bud was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom stroking his dick. He liked to look at his cock and knew that it was bigger than normal. He could get any girl he wanted and he was really pleased with himself, "Bud," Jim called. "Get down here!"
Bud gave his cock one final stroke and then shoved it into his Levis. He grabbed his leather jacket from the hook on the back of the door and bounded down the stairs.
"Look at Mr. Macho," Betty said as Bud stomped into the kitchen wearing his leather jacket, Levis and construction boots.
"Lay off," Bud growled, slinging his leg over a chair.
"Bud," Margaret said. "I've asked you not to wear that jacket at the table."
"But, Mom," Bud complained.
"Do as your mother says," Jim interjected. "It's bad enough we have to have that damned motorcycle cluttering up the driveway. We don't have to have breakfast with a Hell's Angel." Bud grunted, but he took off the jacket and hung it on a hook near the door - where he could see it.
"You're absolutely right, Father," Betty said. "It's a disgrace the way he runs around town on that bike. He's a menace - and that gang he hangs out with - hoodlums, that's all they are. Just hoodlums."
"Hoodlums!" Bud exploded. "Hoodlums!"
"Yes, hoodlums," Betty went on. "Those awful bikes and the way they dress! Really, Father, I'm surprised you let him get away with it. He'll end up in juvenile court if you don't watch him."
"At least my friends are men - not that bunch of pansies and dykes you hang out with!" Bud returned.
"How dare you, you hoodlum," Betty yelled.
"Now, that's enough," Jim exploded. "From BOTH of you."
Bud and Betty glared at each other across the table, but they didn't say anything. Margaret set a plate of pancakes in front of Bud and returned to the stove. Cathy smiled under her hand and sipped her orange juice.
"It's time to get to school, children," Margaret said. "You'd better hurry."
Bud gulped down his coffee and slung his leg over the chair. His leather jacket was over his shoulder and he was out the door, running towards his bike before Betty could even get up from her seat.
"I'll think about the dress," Jim said as Betty put on her sweater. "Let me see if we can afford it."
"Thank you, Father," Betty said. She picked up her school books and walked out the door.
"Are you ready, Kitten?" Jim said.
"Yes, Daddy," Cathy said. She gathered her things together and was standing at the door while Jim kissed Margaret good bye.
"See you this evening," Jim said. He and Cathy went out to the car and he backed carefully out the driveway. He always drove Cathy to school. It was really too far for her to walk and besides, he liked the few minutes alone with her. She was his favorite.
Margaret cleared off the breakfast table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was going to be a lovely day. She looked out the kitchen window at the buds on the tree in the backyard. Yes, a lovely day.
Bud roared down the street, his bike between his legs like a huge cock. He loved the feeling of power between his legs. His dick was getting hard from the vibrations of the powerful engine that rubbed against his crotch as he raced ahead.
He spotted a girl who he thought he recognized walking along the street. He slowed the bike down and came up behind her.
"Hey, Francine," Bud called. "Want a ride?"
Francine Thompson smiled at Bud. He was one of her favorites.
"Sure, Buddy boy," Francine said. "I'll give you a ride."
Bud felt his cock thump at the thought of riding Francine. He knew she put out and he was raring to go. .
"Climb on," he said, pulling the bike up beside her.
"That's what I usually say," Francine snickered. She slung her leg over the bike and put her arms around Bud's waist. She pressed her big knockers into his back and Bud gunned the gas and they took off down the street.
Francine's hands slid down Bud's stomach, rubbing against his hard muscles. She liked the feel of his body next to hers. She dropped one hand into his crotch and felt his prick. It was hard and thick. Francine stroked Bud's meat as he roared down the street.
"Feels, like you've got something on your mind," Francine yelled into Bud's ear.
"Sure do," Bud said. "Want to take it in hand?"
"Let's stop off on the way to school," Francine said. "I know a place."
She directed Bud down a side street and they pulled up behind an old trailer that was parked behind a filling station that had been closed for sometime.
"Nobody ever comes here," Francine said. "Come on."
She jumped off the bike and ran to the door of the trailer. Bud turned off his motorcycle and followed Francine into the trailer.
It hadn't been lived in for some time, but the bed was still intact. That's all they needed. That and a little privacy.
Bud put his arms around Francine. Her body was hot to the touch. He slid his hands under her sweater and pulled her against his body. Francine pushed her leg between Bud's and felt the hardness of his prick as she rubbed her leg up and down.
Bud's mouth pressed against Francine's and she slid her tongue between his teeth, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Bud felt the hot slashing tongue in his mouth and the leg pushing against his dick. He gripped Francine's bra and unsnapped it.
Then he slid his hands around in front of her and cupped her big tits in his hands. They filled his hands with their soft, pliant flesh. Francine slid her hand down between Bud's legs and took hold of his cock. It was hard and ready for action.
Francine unzipped Bud's fly and pulled his meat out. It was thick and hard as she slowly stroked it. Her tongue slid around inside Bud's mouth as he fondled her tits and she played with his hard cock.
"Let's lie down," Francine said, pulling away from Bud. She pulled him by his dick towards the bed and lay down on her side. Bud lay down beside her and pushed her sweater up. His fingers gripped her nipples as she lay on her back. She held onto his cock and stroked it as Bud leaned down and began to kiss her boobs. Francine gasped as she felt Bud's hot mouth on her tits. She squeezed on his cock and pulled the shaft up and down.
Bud slid his hands down her body, pushing her skirt up. He rubbed her pussy patch through her panties. Francine was already moist and hot. Bud felt the hot juice staining her panties and pulled them down. Francine slipped out of her panties and let Bud pull her skirt up past the waist. She lay on her back as Bud climbed between her legs.
"Take it easy," Francine said. "Take it real easy."
She guided Bud's cockhead between the lips of her hot cunt. He felt the heat and the wetness of her cunt surround his dickhead as he slid it inside. Francine gasped as she felt Bud's thick piece of cockmeat slide into her cunt. She gripped his ass with her hands and pulled him down into her hot, eager pussy.
Bud felt the slick juice of Francine's cunt sliding along his dick as he rammed it into her. She cried out, but Bud plunged ahead, driving his cock into the girl's eager, sucking pussy.
She cried out again as he plunged in and pulled his dick out to the head and then slammed it in again.
"Oh Bud," Francine cired. "Oh Bud, that's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Harder."
Bud shoved his cock into Francine's pussy, ramming it all the way in and then pulling it out to the head. He felt the tightness in his nuts as he began to get ready to shoot off his load.
The hot, gripping lips of Francine's cunt held tightly to Bud's cockshaft as he slid his dick in and out of her cunt, plowing deep into her hot young cunt. He pulled it out to the head and held it there a minute. Francine went wild. She grabbed his ass and banged him into her cunt, driving his cock deep inside her hot young cunt as Bud shot his wad into her, plowing deep and shooting wad after wad of his hot young cum into her sweet pussy.
Betty's tight little boobs bounced as she walked down the street, clicking her heels on the sidewalk. She felt warm all over. She was going to meet with Paula after school today and she could not wait.
Paula - just the name was enough to send a shiver through her pussy. Paula was the best friend she had ever had. And Paula knew things that she had never dreamed of, not until they had become bosom buddies.
Paula was new in town. She had come at the beginning of the last semester and Betty had immediately taken to her. She was different from the other girls, more sophisticated and worldly. She had lived in New York and had spent a couple of summers in Europe. Springfield was small potatoes to a girl like Paula - but she had taken a liking to Betty right away, too.
The first time Paula had asked Betty to spend the night at her house, she was thrilled. She knew that Paula was more worldly than she was and she was anxious to make friends with her.
"This is my room, such as it is," Paula had said. She hung her coat in the closet and turned to Betty.
"It's beautiful," Betty said. She liked the soft feminine look of-the room all pink and lacy. It was the kind of room she would have liked to have, all girl. But her parents had somewhat more conventional ideas. Except for a few of her personal things, Betty's room would have looked like any other room in the house.
But Paula's room was all silky and soft. It made her feel good just to be in the room.
"Make yourself at home," Paula said.
Betty took off her coat and laid it on a chair. She had brought an overnight case with her, but she was ashamed to open it. Her flannel night gown would look so out of place in this room. She wished that she had something suitable to wear.
"I feel like such a hick," Betty said, looking around Paula's room. She had soft pink lights and a big mirror over the bed. There were chiffon drapes around the head of the bed. It looked like something from a little girl's fairy tale dream.
"At least they let me decorate it the way I wanted," Paula said. She sat down at her dressing table and began to brush her long, blonde hair. Betty felt like a clutz with her short, curly mop of hair. She felt like a.clipped poodle next to Paula's sleek elegance.
"You have such beautiful hair," Betty said. "May I brush it for you?"
"Sure," Paula said. She held out the brush and Betty took it from her. Paula leaned forward and let Betty take long, strong strokes with the brush. Paula's hair- was as soft and silky as everyone else in the room. Betty felt slightly dizzy and overcome with the luxury of it all.
"This is really nice," Betty said. She leaned against Paula and Paula reached up with her hand and put it on Betty's.
"I like you, Betty," Paula said. "You're different from the other girls in this dumb town. I think we're going to be more than friends."
Betty's heart was in her throat as Paula turned on the bench and stood up. She put her hands on Betty's shoulders and pulled her to her. Their lips met and Betty's face flushed. She loved the feeling but was terrified. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. But she could not resist. Paula was too strong for her. She felt the other girl's tongue slide along her lips and push into them. Betty went weak as she felt Paula's body press against hers. She nearly fainted.
Paula's breasts were much larger than Betty's. They pushed against the hard little knobs of Betty's tits and seemed to surround them with their softness. Betty felt dizzy and faint; but she clutched Paula to her, driving her own tongue into Paula's mouth as Paula pulled her towards the bed.
Betty lost all track of time and place. She didn't know how long Paula and she lay on the bed, rolling over each other, fumbling with clothes, pressing their lips and tongues to each other's bodies as they removed their clothes and discarded them at the side of-the bed. But soon they were both naked, wrapped in each other's arms. Betty sat up, trying to clear her head.
"I don't know what's happening to me," Betty said. "I've never felt like this before."
"Don't fight it," Paula said. "Let me love you - let me show you what love is like."
Betty felt herself being drawn into a whirlpool as Paula pulled her back on the silky sheets on her bed. She felt the hot mouth of the other girl exploring her body as Paula slid from one end of the bed to the other. Sucking on her tits, licking her flesh and rubbing her own sliky smooth body against Betty's.
Paula's hand slid between Betty's legs. She felt the moistness of her pussy slit being rubbed by the other girl's hand. Betty let out a gasp. She had never felt like this before. She loved the feeling and she was terrified of it at the same time.
Paula rubbed along the sweet pussy patch between Betty's legs, spreading them open as she rubbed her tits against Betty's face. Betty opened her mouth and took one of Paula's soft, pink nipples into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her mouth was filled with the fleshy goodness of Paula's ample tit. She loved the smooth, soft flesh rubbing against her face as she nipped and licked at the girl's nipple.
Paula slithered a finger into the moist opening of Betty's pussy. Betty gasped as she felt the intruding finger open her treasure. She spread her legs as Paula pried open her twat, sliding her fingers inside and soothing the heated channel of her love nest.
Betty groped with her fingers, trying to find the slit of Paula's twat. She felt the girl's smooth thighs and pushed her hand between them. The silky, soft fur of Paula's cunt brushed her hand as she slid her hand along the slit of the girl's hot box. Paula jammed her fingers into Betty's pussy as Betty explored the dark, secret opening of Paula's sweet slit.
The raging rivers of her cunt cut loose and Betty spread her sweet love juice over Paula's hand as the girl slid her fingers in and out of Betty's box, teasing her clit with her fingers as Betty gripped her nipple with her teeth, and sucked on it.
Paula slid down on the bed and wrapped her body around Betty's, holding her tightly in her arms as Betty felt the warm glow rush through her body. She had never experienced anything like this - not ever.
Until that first night with Paula. Betty could still feel the warmth of Paula's body as she walked down the street on her way to school. She couldn't wait to get through the day and go over to Paula's house after. It had become a ritual - nearly every night and Betty couldn't get enough of Paula.
Margaret finished the kitchen and walked out of the room and headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
She flicked on the TV set and lay down on the bed.
Reaching into the bottom drawer of the bedside table she pulled out the vibrator and flipped the switch.
The TV flickered on and there was the man she dreamed about. All muscle and half naked, he was going through a series of exercises. Margaret slipped her panties down and inserted the tip of the vibrator into her pussy.
The muscle builder was lying on his back on a press bench, his legs spread wide. Margaret could see the huge bulge in his trunks as he lifted the weights over his head.
The vibrator slid into her pussy and hummed as she slowly pushed it in and then pulled it out again. Her hot cunt was on fire as she imagined what it would be like to be pumped like the man was pumping iron on the TV set.
The lips of Margaret's cunt were red and raw as she slid the plastic vibrator in and out of her hot pussy. She watched as the man stood up, flexing his strong biceps. His body was near perfect. There wasn't an ounce of flab on it anywhere, just hard strong masculine muscle. Margaret felt the hot juices of her cunt swelling and boiling over as she rammed the vibrator into her cunt, driving it deep and it brought her to a climax - over and over.
"See you tonight, Kitten," Jim said as he pulled up in front of the school. Cathy slid over next to her father and kissed him on the cheek. She grabbed her school books and opened the car door.
She watched her father drive away and turned towards the school.
"Hi, Cathy," Billy Peterson said. "Carry your books?"
"Sure, Billy," Cathy said.
She handed her books over to the boy and fell into step with him. She liked Billy. He was waiting for her almost every morning when her father dropped her off in front of the school.
"What are you doing over the weekend?" Billy asked.
"Nothing special," Cathy said. "Why?"
"I thought you might like to go to the movies Saturday afternoon," Billy said.
"Maybe," Cathy said. "What's playing?"
"There's a new X-rated show at the Rivoli," Billy said. "Would you like to see it?"
Cathy had never seen a movie like that. It sounded exciting.
"How would we get in?" Cathy asked.
"That's no problem," Billy said. "My sister is the cashier. She'll let us in."
"Okay," Cathy said. "You're on." Billy grinned to himself. Maybe that would get Cathy hot enough to let him get into her pants, he thought. His little cock was thumping as they walked into the school and the bell rang for first class. He could hardly wait.
Chapter Two
"Hello, Margaret?" Jim said into the phone. His wife warmed at the sound of his voice. "I'll be late tonight. Some new contracts for that new client - don't wait dinner for me."
Jim Anderson hung up the phone and looked across the desk at Julie Farnsworth, his secretary. They didn't get much of a chance to get together and they were both looking forward to this evening.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Jim," Julie said. "Lying to that sweet little Margaret like that."
"Do you want me to call her back and tell her I'll be home after all?" Jim grinned.
"Don't you dare!" Julie said. She slid around the desk and gripped Jim by the head. She pulled him into her crotch and he could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy through the tight skirt she was wearing.
"Where are we going?" Jim asked, pulling himself free of Julie's clutch.
"The usual place," she said. "I made the reservations for dinner, too. They're always happy to have 'Mr. and Mrs. Donaldson' stay there. Such a nice couple - and so devoted - why, we almost never leave the room, once we check in."
Jim had to smile. Julie had managed everything very well. There was little chance that anyone would ever catch on that they were the loving couple known as the Donaldsons who stayed at the Holiday Inn about once a month. She was a real gem. And Jim loved every minute of it.
Margaret hung up the phone. She had planned a really nice dinner for that night. She was disappointed. But what could she do? Jim's work came first. It always had.
Margaret heard the knock on the kitchen door and went to see who was there.
"Hi, Carl," she said. "Come on in. It's kind of chilly today. Have a cup of coffee before you start."
Carl Swenson, the handyman lumbered into the kitchen behind Margaret. He was a tall, brawny Swede who did odd jobs for a lot of the houses in the neighborhood. He closed the door behind him and watched the pretty woman as she walked to the range and turned on the coffee pot.
"There's a lot of stuff in the basement that has to be cleared out," Margaret said. "I'll show you what goes after you have your coffee."
"That's really nice of you Mrs. Anderson," Carl said. "I appreciate the coffee."
Margaret smiled at the big blond man. His muscles were almost as developed as the man she fantasied about on'TV. She'd love to see with his clothes off. Margaret felt a stirring in her groin as she watched the big Swede sling his leg over a chair and pull it up to the table. He had a really big bulge in his Levis, too. She felt a warm flash injier crotch and turned back to the range.
The coffee was hot. Margaret poured a cup for Carl and one for herself. She carried them over to the table and sat down opposite him.
"You aren't married, are you, Carl?"
Margaret said.
"No ma'am," Carl said. "Not yet."
He was a big, strapping fellow, well over six feet tall. He was about twenty-five years old. Margaret wondered what he did for sex. Probably just jerked off and thought a lot about all the women he was with all day while their husbands were at work. She wondered if any of them put out for him.
"Well, you should be," Margaret said. "A big, strong man like you. You need somebody, don't you."
Carl blushed and sipped his coffee. He just nodded.
"Come on down to the cellar," Margaret said as they finished their coffee. "I'll show you what needs to be done."
Carl picked up his cap and followed Margaret down the steps to the basement. He had to duck his head on the overhead beams, he was so tall.
"All this stuff back in here," Margaret' said, pointing to a cluttered corner of the cellar. "It's all trash. Just haul it out- to the street. The truck is supposed to pick it up in the morning."
"Alright, Mrs. Anderson," Carl said. "I'll have it done in no time."
Margaret stood back and watched as Carl slipped off his jacket. He was just wearing a T-shirt under it. His strong muscles rippled as he bent to pick up the first stack of magazines that had to be carried outside, Margaret returned to the kitchen and started to thaw the roast that she was going to serve for dinner. She watched Carl out the window as he carried load after load of the rubbish to the curb and stacked it neatly for the trash man to cart off in the morning.
His great lumbering body was covered with sweat as he returned to the kitchen. He had loaded all the stuff out to the curb and was ready for his next assignment.
"You're all sweaty," Margaret said. "You'll catch cold in this cool weather. Maybe you .should take a shower."
"That's alright," Carl said. "I'll be fine."
"No," Margaret said. "I insist. Now come with me."
She grabbed hold of Carl's elbow and led him to the stairs. She dragged him up the stairs as he protested, insisting that he take a shower before going on with his work.
"Now, you get in here and get your clothes off," Margaret said. "I'll get you a fresh towel."
Carl was still protesting as she closed the bathroom door and left him alone with the shower.
Carl shrugged his shoulders. She was right, of course. He would catch cold if he went outside again sweating the way he was. Carl began to remove his clothes and lay them on the toilet seat.
Margaret tapped at the door. Carl grabbed his pants and held them in front of him. He was completely naked now.
Margaret pushed the door open and handed him a towel. Carl took it from her and thanked her. She closed the door and Carl stepped into the shower. It really felt great on his big, naked frame. The hot, soothing water from the shower head splashed over him and he lathered up and spread the creamy white lather all over his body.
As he gripped his thick cock in his hand, he felt a stirring in his groin. His cock began to get hard as he stroked it with the creamy lather from the soap.
Goddamn, I'm horny, Carl thought. It's been a long time. A long time since I had me a woman. That Mrs. Anderson is right. I really ought to get myself a wife.
Carl stroked on his prick as the water splashed over his naked body. He didn't hear the door to the bathroom open and didn't see Margaret as she slipped into the room, naked.
Margaret pushed back the shower curtain and Carl jumped back, startled.
"Don't worry," Margaret grabbed hold of Carl's rampantly hard cock. She guided it between her legs. Carl could feel her smooth, creamy thighs press against his thick dick as Margaret pressed her body to his.
He gasped as he felt her firm, full breasts pressing against his hard flat stomach. She was much shorter than he was and it was difficult to get a good grip on her.
Margaret leaned back against the wall of the shower, the water cascading down over her creamy breasts as Carl stooped to point his cock into her hot bush. Margaret gripped the thick shaft of Carl's dick and pressed it against the eager lips of her pussy. Carl shoved and his dick slid part of the way inside her hot, grasping pussy. .
Margaret cried out at the size of it. It was huge and she knew that it was going to hurt, but she needed it, wanted it so badly. She lunged her hips forward and took more of Carl's meat inside her. Carl felt dizzy as he rammed his prick into the woman's eager, hungry pussy. She gripped his dick with the tight walls of her snatch and Carl plunged it in.
He grabbed hold of her tits with his hands and roughly pulled on her nipples. Margaret could feel the hot, thick cockshaft plunging into her cunt as Carl held onto her tits and twisted the nipples in his fingers.
Carl's knees were bent as he rammed his meat up inside Margaret's cunt. She matched him thrust for thrust as he shoved his cock into her pussy, driving it in deep as the water from the shower head splashed over them, washing away the soap that Carl had spread over his body. He plunged his dick into Margaret's pussy and shot his hot, thick load into her eager, sucking cunt.
Margaret gasped as she felt the hot wads of cum squirting off inside her. She had not had a fucking like this in a long time. She grabbed hold of Carl and dug her nails into his ass, pulling him harder and deeper into her pussy, taking all of his hot meat inside her as he pumped his manjuice into her pussy, filling her with his hot, thick load.
Margaret slid off Carl's cock and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her bedroom. Margaret was shaking as she dried her body off. She had never done anything like that before. She felt very guilty.
Carl turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom rug. He grabbed the towel and began to rub himself dry.
"Hey guys," Bud said as he slung his ass onto the stool at the drive-in diner. "What the hell's happening?"
"Not much, kid," Zero said. "What's happening with you?"
"Nothing," Bud said. "Why don't we start something?"
"Like what, hot shot?" Jocko said. "Got any bright ideas?"
"Hell," Bud said. "We ought to be able to think of something to do."
Bud swung around on the stool. _ There wasn't much going on at the diner where he and his gang hung out after school. There were a couple of girls sitting at the table, but they were really pigs.
"You want something?" the waitress said. "Or did you just come in here to bug me again?"
"Plug you, you mean," Bud said. "How about it, Eunice. When you gonna taste this sweet dick of mine?"
"When you're old enough to know what to do with it, sonny," Eunice said. She popped her chewing gum and held out her order pad. "Now, do you want something or not?"
"Let me have a hamburger and French fries," Bud said. "And a malted."
"American boy special coming up," Eunice said. She wriggled her tight little ass and walked away from the group of greasy bikers.
"She sure has one sweet ass," Zero said. "You ever had her?"
"Naw," Bud said. "She's always got some smart remark to make."
"Well, I got a few smart remarks for her, too," Jocko said. "I'll remark, her with this." He grabbed hold of his dick and stroked it through his pants.
"Listen, guys," Bud said. "Why don't we get some chicks and head out to the club house for some pussy poking. What' ya say?"
"Fine with me," Zero said. "You got any tail in mind?"
"How about Francine?" Bud said.
"That pig?" Jocko said. "Shit, man. I wouldn't touch her with your dick."
Bud felt put down. He thought Francine was pretty hot stuff. He wouldn't dare tell his buddies that he had banged her on the way to school. He knew she was the town punch board, but shit, he liked her.
"Well, why don't you come up with some broads then?" Bud grumbled.
"How about your little sister?" Jocko grinned.
Bud jumped up, his fist doubled up. "You watch your mouth, asshole," he said. "Cool it, sonny boy," Zero said. "He don't mean nothin'."
Bud was still ready to slam his fist into Jocko's mouth. He didn't want anybody talking that way about Cathy. Not his baby sister. She was a virgin - a good girl and no foul mouthed biker was going to make cracks about her if he had anything to say about it.
"Cool it, hot shot," Jocko said. "Just kiddin'."
"Well, I don't like that kind of talk," Bud said. He slumped back into his seat and glowered at Jocko.
"Here, put that in your face," Eunice said as she slung the food down on the counter in front of Bud.
"I'd rather put your pussy in my face," Bud said.
"Ha, ha," Eunice said. "Little boy with big ideas."
Bud took a big bite out of his hamburger. Little boy, shit, he thought. Let her get a load of this cock of mine, I'll show her.
The lights in the dining room at the Holiday Inn were dim and pleasant. The music that was piped in was plastic but inoffensive. Jim and Julie were greeted by the hostess as they entered the room.
"Mr. and Mrs. Henderson," she said. "How very nice to have you with us again,,"
Jim and Julie smiled at her. They had requested their usual table, in the darkest corner of the room. It was very unlikely that any of Jim's friends would see them here. Very rarely did the husbands and wives of Springfield go out for dinner. But just in case, they kept their profile as low as possible.
"We have oysters tonight," the waiter said. He knew that Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were a hot couple. The word was all over the motel that they never went out of their room once they had had dinner and checked in. It was refreshing to see a couple of their years so devoted to one another.
Julie squeezed Jim's leg under the table. She was really looking forward to tonight. She wished that she had met Jim before he met Margaret. But that was the way things were.
She didn't particularly like the idea of being 'the other woman,' but to have even a piece of Jim was worth it to her. She was crazy about him.
"We'll have a dozen oysters each," Jim said. He was ready for a hot night, too.
They ordered dinner and cocktails and sank back in the warm glow of being together. Jim reached under the table and took Julie's hand. She was quite a woman. He felt very lucky to have her as his mistress. And what Margaret didn't know wouldn't hurt her, he figured. He was a good father and a good husband. So what if he had this little thing on the side. It didn't hurt anyone.
Dinner was grand. The food at the place was one reason they came there. But it's seclusion was another. Very few people from the town ever came here for dinner. It was mostly out-of-towners, tourists who were just passing through. The anonymity of it was what appealed to them most.
"Shall we retire for the evening, Mrs. Henderson?" Jim asked Julie.
"Certainly, Mr. Henderson," Julie said.
They left the dining room, biding good night to the hostess.
Such a lovely couple, she thought. And so devoted.
Jim unlocked the door to the suite Julie had reserved for them. It looked familiar. But then all the rooms looked alike. Pleasantly furnished, but with no particular personality. That was part of the charm of the place too, the fact that the only thing they really had to relate to' was each other - no families, no responsibility other than having good sex with each other.
Jim closed the door and took Julie in his arms.
She pressed her body against him and felt the warmth of his manliness as he surrounded her with his strength.
"Oh Jim," she said. "This is wonderful. I wish we could be together more."
"I know," Jim said. "I know." His lips were sliding along her neck, brushing against the neckline of her dress. He felt his cock begin to grow in his shorts as he pressed against Julie, slithering his tongue into her ear and down her neck.
He fumbled with the zipper on the back of Julie's dress and pulled it down. She smelled so sweet and feminine. She was wearing his favorite perfume. It was what he had bought her for Christmas last year. She always wore it on their nights together.
"Let's get out of these clothes," Jim said. "I'm going to eat you alive."
"Glutton," Julie said. She stepped back and slipped off her dress. Jim began to disrobe and Julie took off her shoes and stockings then stood up and pulled her slip off over her head.
She was wearing a sheer pair of black lace panties and a matching- bra. The contrast with her white skin was startling and Jim felt his cock throb at the sight of Julie's nearly naked body. She stretched out on the bed and waited for him.
Jim hung his suit up in the closet and stepped out of his shorts. His cock was jutting out straight in front of him as he walked to the bed. Julie gripped his meat in her hand and began to stroke it as she bent forward and put her lips around the head of Jim's meat.
Jim could feel her soft lips circling around his dick and the sweet touch of her tongue sliding back and forth over the head of his cock. He groaned as he felt her hot mouth slide down the length of his dick, taking it all inside.
Julie cupped his balls in her hand and gently lifted them. Jim felt the heat from her hand encircling his nuts as she gently rolled them in her hand, sucking long and hard on his cock.
Jim put his hands on Julie's shoulders and balanced himself as he pulled back slightly and then thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into her mouth, down her throat as she sucked and licked at his hot meat.
Jim slid his hands down the front of Julie's body. He slipped them inside her bra and teased her nipples with his fingers as she slid his dick down her throat, taking his meat as deep as she could. She squeezed slightly on his balls as her hand closed around them, feeling the tightness and the weight of them in her hand.
Jim sat down on the bed and took hold of Julie's bra. He unsnapped it and lifted it away from her body. He pressed his mouth to her tits as she lay back on the Bed, holding his head in her hands as he licked and sucked at her tits.
Julie ran her hands through Jim's hair, feeling his tongue lap around her nipples, sucking and nipping at her nipples with his teeth and tongue. He slid his hands down her body and gripped her panties. He pulled them down and Julie lifted her ass up off the bed and let him slide her panties- off. He dropped them on the floor and stretched out beside her on the mattress.
The whole length of Jim's body pressed against her as Julie lay on her side. She felt the hard shaft of his cock sliding along the furry slit of her cunt as Jim pushed against her. Julie ran her hand down Jim's side, pressing against his hard muscled body as he moved closer to her, sliding his dick along the hot opening of her pussy.
Julie raised a leg and wrapped it around Jim's body, pulling him closer to her. His cockhead slipped inside her pussy lips and she gasped as she felt the thick hardness of his cock sliding into her.
Jim reached behind her and planted his hand firmly on her buttocks. He pulled Julie to him, driving his dick into her snatch as she rolled over on top of him. Jim lay on his back, his legs together as Julie straddled him. She raised up slightly, her tits flopping down onto Jim's chest as she took his cock all the way up inside her cunt.
"Suck my tits," Julie whispered. "Suck them."
Jim gripped her tits in his hand and leaned up, taking first one nipple then the other into his mouth and sucking on them. Julie rammed her hips upwards and then down as she plunged Jim's cock deep into her hot, swelling cunt She worked her pussy muscles, sucking and gripping at his dickshaft as Jim nibbled on her tits, making the nipples hard and erect. He bit gently on her nipples as he felt the long strokes of his cock sliding in and out of her grasping, gripping snatch as she slipped up and down on his cock.
Jim grabbed hold of her hips and held on tight as he rolled Julie over onto her back. She cried out as she felt his cock slam into her pussy, pinning her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, pulling herself up and down on his hard, thick cockshaft as Jim rammed it into her cunt. Biting her tits with his teeth, Jim held tight to Julie, plunging his meat into her harder and harder as he banged her to the bed.
Julie gasped as she felt the hot, thick jets of Jim's cum squirting into, her pussy. She thrashed and writhed on the bed beneath him as Jim plowed his meat into her, filling her hot cunt with his raging, rampant manhood.
Margaret turned over in the bed. She heard the door to the-car open and close. Jim was home. What time was it?
She could hardly open her eyes. It was the middle of the night. Where had he been all this time, she wondered. The contracts, oh yes, she thought and snuggled back into the sheets, waiting for him to come up the stairs and crawl into bed with her.
Jim walked up the stairs quietly. He opened the bedroom door and closed it behind him, "Hello, darling," Margaret said from the warmth of the bed.
"Hi, punkin'," Jim said. He slipped off his clothes and put on his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Margaret. She reached over and put her arm across his chest.
Jim felt the heat from Margaret's body as she slid over next to him and threw her leg over his. Her hand slid down his body and she gripped hold of his cock inside the pajamas. Margaret's hand squeezed on his meat as Jim spread his legs out. Margaret's long, steady strokes soon had his cock hard and stiff. She pulled it out through the opening of his pajamas and held his dick in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down.
"Mmmm" Margaret murmured.
Jim lay with his hands folded behind his head. Margaret held tightly to his cock and was soon fast asleep.
Chapter Three
Saturday morning! Wow, Cathy thought as she leaped out of bed. No school! And a date with Billy.
Cathy jumped into her clothes and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, princess," Margaret said. "You look chipper this morning."
"I've got a date with Billy Peterson," Cathy beamed. "Isn't that wonderful?"
"Peachy," Betty said. She sipped her coffee and folded back the newspaer to the ad for the dress she wanted.
"Don't be such a sourpuss, Betty," Margaret said. "I think it's nice that Cathy has a date with one of her friends."
"You won't be so thrilled when she turns up pregnant one of these days," Betty said.
"Betty!" Margaret said. "How could you?"
"Oh, Mother," Betty said. "You know what these kids are like these days. No restraint. None at all."
Jim walked into the kitchen and kissed Cathy on the top of her head.
"Good morning, Kitten," he said. "What are you up to today?"
"Getting pregnant according to Betty," Cathy said.
"What!" Jim said.
"I was just saying that kids these days have no restraint," Betty said. "I think you should keep a closer eye on Cathy. She's developing quite a figure and she's getting some big ideas for her age. You never know what these kids will get themselves into."
"Just listen to Miss Smartypants," Bud said. "What can you expect from an old sourpuss like Betty though. She'll prbably die a virgin."
"That's enough out of all of you," Jim said. "Such talk for breakfast." Jim sat down at the table and picked up his newspaper. Betty stuck her tongue out at Cathy and Bud slumped into his chair.
"Bud, sit up," Margaret said. "Your posture, really!"
Jim snapped his hand on the table and Bud sat up straight in his chair.
Margaret served the orange juice and sat down across from Jim.
"What about my dress, Father?" Betty said. "Have you thought about it?"
Jim put down his newspaper and looked across the table at Betty.
"Yes, I have thought about it," Jim said. "And the answer is no. We just can't afford the expense right now.'
"But Father!" Betty whined.
"That is enough, Betty," Margaret said. "Your father has given you his decision."
Betty pouted and stirred her coffee with a spoon. Shit, she thought. If it was something for Cathy, she'd get it. Damned little minx.
"What are you doing today, Kitten?" Jim asked Cathy.
"Going to the movies with Billy Peterson," Cathy beamed.
"And probably getting fucked in the back row of the balcony," Betty chimed in.
"That's quite enough!" Jim said. "You can go to your room. Leave the table."
Betty slammed down her napkin and whirled out of the room. They could hear her stomping up the stairs and then the slam of her bedroom door.
"I don't know what's gotten into her," Margaret said. "She's really turning mean."
"I told you," Bud said. "It's those friends of hers at school. That Paula, for one, she's a real ball buster."
"Bud," Jim warned. "Watch your language in front of your mother and sister."
"Sorry, Kitten," Bud said. "Sorry Mother."
"Bud, you've mentioned this girl Paula before," Margaret said. "Is that the new girl who moved into the old Thomas house?"
"Yes," Bud said. "The word around school is that she's a dyke. Got thrown out of some fancy Eastern school for making a pass at one of the other girls."
"What's a dyke?" Cathy asked.
"Nevermind." Margaret said. "You don't want to know."
"But I do," Cathy said. "What is it?"
"A 'dyke' as Bud so colorfully puts it," Jim said. "Is a Lesbian. A woman who makes love to other women."
"Oh," Cathy said.
"Where did you hear these stories, Bud?" Margaret asked. "Who told you?"
"Hell, everybody knows about it," Bud said. "It's all over the school."
"Well, if Betty is hanging around with this girl, I think we ought to find out about these rumors, don't you, Jim?" Margaret said.
"I don't like rumors," Jim said, "and I don't like people who spread them."
He glared across the table at Bud.
Bud tried to pull his head inside his T-shirt.
"I was just telling you," he said.
"And I'm telling you that I don't want any rumors spread around here," Jim said. "Let's find out the facts first."
Bud grumbled something under his breath and slugged down his orange juice. He got up from the table and slung his leather jacket over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Margaret called as he walked out the door. "You haven't had any breakfast yet."
"Not hungry," Bud said. "See you later." .
They heard him rev up his bike outside and tear off down the driveway. He headed down the street and the sound of the engine disappeared.
"I think we may have some trouble with him," Jim said. "I'd better have a talk with him when he gets back tonight."
"I wish you would," Margaret said. "He's turning into a wild one."
Betty lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. If only she were with Paula. It would be so much better. Her parents were really getting to be old creeps and that Bud, she couldn't stand him. He was turning into an animal. Always running around with those creeps on motorcycles and making obscene remarks to all the girls.
Paula was so nice. She couldn't stand to be away from her. Maybe she and Paula could go away somewhere for the summer. That would be heaven - just the two of them off in a mountain cabin or somewhere. Then they could make love all day and all night.
Betty slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her crotch. She wanted Paula's tongue in there so bad. She could almost feel it. Later on that day she would be with Paula. Beautiful Paula, the most wonderful girl in the world.
Betty slid her hands up her body. Her round little tits were hard and standing up straight. She wished Paula were there right now, she could take her big tits in her hands while Paula played with her tits. That was one of her favorite things when Paula let her fondle her big, healthy breasts. Betty felt the warmth flowing in her pussy as she rubbed her tits, thinking about Paula, her wonderful Paula.
Sliding her hand between her legs, Betty felt themoistness oozing from her pussy, sliding over her hand as she rubbed the crotch of her panties. Paula was the prettiest girl she had ever known and the nicest. She wasn't like anyone Betty had ever met before. She wanted to spend her life making love to Paula.
"Betty, can I come in?" Margaret said, tapping on Betty's door.
Betty quickly sat up on the edge of her bed, smoothed down her skirt and composed herself.
"Yes, Mother, come in," Betty said.
Margaret opened the door and closed it behind her.
"I want to talk to you, Betty," Margaret said sitting down on the bed next to her daughter. "It's not just your attitude lately, which is one thing I want to talk to you about"
"Oh Mother, really," Betty protested.
"Just listen to me a minute," Margaret said. "You've been behaving in a petulant, poutish and most disagreeable manner. Especially towards your brother."
"But Mother," Betty interrupted again. "He's terrible. The way he dresses and the way he acts - and those friends of his!"
"That's the major thing I want to talk to you about," Margaret said. "Your friends. One of them in particular - Paula."
Betty's face turned white. Did her mother know? How could she guess?
"There seems to be a lot of talk going around about Paula," Margaret continued. "I'd like to have your version of the rumors that are spreading around the school."
"Who told you?" Betty demanded. "Bud, I'll bet."
"Yes it was Bud," Margaret said. "Now what about it? What do you know about Paula? Is she a Lesbian?"
"Paula is the sweetest, dearest friend I've ever had," Betty said. "She's - well, she's just wonderful."
"You're not answering my question," Margaret said. "Is there something more than a 'friendship' between the two of you?"
"Mother, I - " Betty broke down and threw herself in her mother's lap. "I love her, Mother. I love Paula. I can't help it. It's something that I just can't help."
Margaret put her hand on the back of Betty's head and ran her fingers through her daughter's short, curly dark hair.
"Don't cry, Betty," Margaret said. "Please, don't cry. Listen to me."
Betty pulled herself together and stopped sobbing. She pulled a hankerchief out of her pocket and blew her nose.
"That's better," Margaret said. "Now listen to me. It's alright to love someone - anyone, if that person is worthy of your love. But you have to be prepared to pay the consequences if the object of your love is not approved by society. Like white girls and black men. If you really love Paula, we'll stand by you. But be sure you are ready to accept the disapproval of most of your friends and most of society at large. Are you?"
"Yes, Mother," Betty said passionately. "I'd do anything for Paula."
"That's fine," Margaret said. "For right now, but what' about years from now. If this relationship of yours gets around, you'll have a tough row to hoe. Don't fool yourself about that. Unless, of course, you keep it all a big dark secret."
"I don't care who knows," Betty proclaimed. "I want the world to know!"
"That's all very fine and good," Margaret said. "But let me tell you a little story."
Betty lay her head in her mother's lap and put her arms around her waist. She had not expected Margaret to take the attitude that she had. She wondered what her mother had to tell her.
"A long time ago," Margaret said. "When I was in college, before I met your father, I had a friend. Her name was Augusta.
"She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my life. So vivacious and charming. Everybody liked her. She was my roommate and most of the time I felt like a complete wallflower around her. She had boys calling her all the time, begging for dates. She had to turn most of them down, but they kept calling anyway.
"I couldn't understand why she didn't seem to care about the boys she dated. Rarely did she date a boy more than once. She just seemed to be the eternal social butterfly, flitting from one boy to another.
"Anyway, Augusta took a liking to me. I was flattered, of course. Anyone would have been. She would buy me little presents for no apparent reason - I mean, it wasn't my birthday or Christmas or anything. She'd just hand me something or I'd find it on my dresser with a little note saying something like, 'For Margaret, my angel,' or some such thing."
"I thought it was sweet and although I couldn't afford to return the gifts - I didn't have as much money as Augusta did, I did little things for her. Like taking her turn at chores that we had to do around the dorm, doing her laundry for her. Little presents of a sort, you know."
"But I noticed at night that Augusta cried a lot. She would try not to let me know and would be as quiet about it as possible. I let on that I didn't know for a long time, but one night I just couldn't stand it. I had to know what was bothering this wonderful girl. What on earth could be wrong? She had everything. She was pretty and popular and fairly well off. It just didn't make any sense that she was so unhappy about something that she would cry herself to sleep every night of the week."
"I crept out of bed and walked to the other side of the room where Augusta's bed was. She was lying with her face to the wall, crying quietly. I lifted the sheet and crawled into bed with her. I put my arms around her and held her to me."
"What's wrong, I asked her."
"Oh Margaret, she wailed and turned to me, holding me tight."
"I was shocked by the fury with which she clutched me, holding me so close and covering my mouth and neck with kisses."
"Margaret, I love you, she wailed. I can't help it. Please, forgive me."
I didn't know what to think. I had never known anything like this before. I was from a small town, very much like Springfield. I had not known that such things existed.
"But I love you, too, I said. I love you, Augusta.
"But it's not the same, Augusta sobbed. I mean I really love you. I want to make love to you.
"I had known what she meant, so I wasn't shocked. I really wasn't. I cared so much for her that I wanted to make her happy.
"That night we made love. I felt her warm, hot tongue in my pussy and I slid my lips over her vagina and thrust my own tongue into her cunt. It was a wild feeling. One that I had never experienced before.
"Augusta knew that I was experiementing, that I didn't know what I was doing. But she didn't mind. She was happy to get whatever I was willing to give her - to accept whatever crumbs of my affection that I cared to bestow on her.
"Things changed after that night. I felt guilty about it and avoided Augusta as much as I could. I stayed out of our room whenever I could, only returning in time to go to bed.
"I put in for a room transfer for the next semester. I just couldn't sleep in the same room with Augusta after what had happened between us. When my transfer came, I moved out without saying anything. I just moved my things and when Augusta got back to the room, she found me gone.
"It was all over the papers when she killed herself. I don't know if it was because of me or not. Maybe it was, maybe it was something that she would have done anyway.
"But the point I'm trying to make is that I wasn't ready to accept the condemnation of my friends. That was stronger to me than my love for Augusta. So, Betty, I want you to consider very strongly what your feelings are. If you are ready to take the good with the bad, and if you think that Paula is worth the pain, then I'll stand by you. But it's your decision and I want you to consider it fully." Margaret stood up and left the room. Betty . lay on her bed for a long time thinking about what her mother had said. And about her mother. She was quite a woman. Betty had never suspected.
Cathy and Billy sat in the dark movie theater, huddled down in their seats. The lights were dim and there was little chance that anyone would see them, but neither one wanted to take the chance. It was quite a risk that Billy's sister had taken letting them into--the theater. They weren't 21 and that was the rule at the theater. She could lose her job if the manager found out. So Billy and Cathy tried to be as invisible as possible in the dark movie theater.
On the screeen, there was a scene going on in an old Western saloon. There were lots of girls dancing on the stage and a roomful of cowboys watching them from tables. The girls' tits were exposed above their brief costumes and as they danced their pussies showed. They weren't wearing anything under the short skirts.
The main girl was called Crystal. She was a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. She had the biggest tits of any of the girls and she was interested in one of the cowboys, called Black Sam.
Black Sam sat at his table, feeling his crotch as he watched Crystal and the other girls go through their dance routine. You could see that Black Sam was getting a hard-on. His big thick dick was showing against the tight legs of his pants. Crystal danced out on the runway in the saloon and-lifted her skirt. Black Sam was sitting right in front of her. She showed him her furry little snatch and wriggled her ass as she lifted her skirt. Black Sam reached up to touch her, but she pulled back and twirled away.
Cathy felt Billy's hand slide around her shoulder and down the front of her sweater. Her budding breasts were already hard from the excitement of watching the movie. Billy's hand gently squeezed her left tit and Cathy squirmed. She was afraid someone would see, but she liked it.
Crystal and Black Sam were alone now in the back room of the saloon. Crystal was leaning against the table and Black Sam was standing in front of her. He reached out his hands and took hold of her bare tits. She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips as Black Sam gripped her nipples with his fingers and twisted.
Cathy slid her hand over and felt Billy's thigh. She squeezed the boy's leg and he rubbed his hand over her hard young tit.
Crystal pulled at Black Sam's zipper and opened his fly. She reached her hand inside and took hold of his dick. She pulled it out and began to stroke his meat with her hand while he fingered her tits, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples.
Black Sam's cock was long and thick. The foreskin covered the head. Crystal pushed the foreskin back and rubbed her thumb over the head of the man's cock. It was big and red. He pushed up her skirt and pressed himself against her, driving his dick between her legs as she leaned back on the table, supporting herself with her hands.
Cathy slid her hand up Billy's leg and felt the hard cock in his crotch. She put her fingers around the shaft of the boy's dick and slowly manipulated it as Billy gripped her left tit in his hand. He reached over with his other hand and slid it up under her sweater. Cathy felt his hand take hold of her naked boob and she thought she would cream her panties.
Black Sam pushed his cock into Crystal's pussy. The camera panned down and gave a close up of his thick meat sliding into the girl's pink pussy hole. She spread her cunt lips wide and his dick slid in deep. He pulled his cock out slowly and then slid it back into her eager cunt.
Cathy fumbled with Billy's zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside his pants and took hold of his tender young cock with her hand. It felt wonderful in her hand as she slowly stroked the smooth, hard flesh of young Billy's dick.
Black Sam lifted Crystal's legs up. She slid back on the table and pulled her ass to the edge of the table. Her ankles rested on Black Sam's shoulders as he plunged his dick into her cunt. The camera was below them now and you could watch the underside of his cockshaft sliding into the tight pussy of the girl who was stretched out on the table.
Cathy pulled Billy's cock out of his pants and began to stroke it vigorously as he put his hand under her skirt and slid it up to her crotch. Cathy could feel his fingers sliding along her tender young slit as he rubbed her pussy through her panties. Cathy's hot little cunt let go with a flood of quim fluid and stained her panties as Billy rubbed her.
Black Sam was really plunging his cock into Crystal's pussy now. Sliding it all the way back to the head and then ramming it in to the hilt.
Crystal was flooding his dick with her quim cum. It dripped from her pussy onto the table as he slammed his meat into her cunt.
Cathy could feel the tightening in Billy's cock. It was so hard now. She gripped it with her hand and pulled it all the way down and then back up to the head. Billy was breathing hard as she stroked his meat. Her pussy was wet as Billy slid his hand inside, her panties and rubbed along her almost hairless crotch with his fingers.
Black Sam pulled his dick out of Crystal's pussy and shot white gobs of cum into the air as he shot off his load. He shot stream after stream of the creamy white fluid. It arched in the air and splatterd onto the girl's pussy as she lay back on the table, letting him shoot his load all over her hot, aching snatch.
Billy shot off in Cathy's hand and let out a moan as he felt the'hot cum shooting out of his balls and splatting against the back of the seat in front of them. Cathy felt his finger slide into her pussy and she gasped. She felt dizzy and faint as her little cunt released its flood of hot, sweet juice onto Billy's finger.
"It's nice having all the kids out of the house for once," Jim said.
"Yes, it is," Margaret agreed as she snuggled up to him on the couch in the den. The TV set was sliowing an old movie that they had seen together when they were dating. It brought back fond memories for both of them. .
The night they had seen the movie, they had both been in college. Jim was living in the fraternity house and Margaret was in the girls' dormitory. Anytime they had alone together had to be stolen. That night they decided to try to sneak into the fraternity house. Most of the brothers were out and so after the movie, they had walked back to the frat house. Jim had gone in first to see if the coast was clear.
"Come on in, Margaret," he whispered. She scuttled up the steps onto the porch and into the front door of the house. Jim's room was on the top floor and they hurried up the stairs, hoping that no one would see them.
At last they were alone in Jim's room with the door closed behind them.
"Oh Jim," Margaret whispered. "I feel so sneaky."
"Don't worry about it," Jim said. "Come here."
Margaret crossed the room to where Jim was standing. He put his arms around her and pressed her against him. She could feel his hard dick pushing against her through his pants. She pressed her lips to his and slid her tongue inside.
Jim fumbled at Margaret's blouse, pulling the buttons open. He reached his hands inside and held her jugs in his hands through the restriction of her bra. Margaret's tits were not overly large, but they were firm and full. Jim's prick ached as he pressed his crotch to hers and felt her supple boobs with his hands.
"Jim, I'm afraid someone will catch us," Margaret protested.
"Don't worry," Jim said. "My roommate is out on a hot date. He won't be home till very late. Come on, let's get our things off and get to it."
Jim unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Margaret's blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. He helped her off with it and hung it on the back of a chair. Margaret slipped down the zipper on her skirt and stepped out of it. She folded it and lay it on the chair next to her blouse.
Jim slipped his sweater off over his head and slung it to a corner of the room. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and as he slid his trousers off, the head of his prick poked through the opening of his boxer shorts.
Margaret reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell forward and she slid out of it and lay it on top of her skirt. Then she slid down her half-slip and stepped out of it.
Jim pulled off his socks and dropped them on the floor. His boxer shorts slid down over his hips and his cock flopped out. It was rampantly hard now and ready for action.
Margaret reached up and pulled the string to turn off the light. Then she slipped her panties down her thigh and stepped out of them. Jim walked over to her and pressed his body against hers. Margaret could feel the hard, thick cock standing-up straight between them, pressing against her belly as Jim encircled her body with his arms.
He pulled her tightly against his naked body, feeling her jugs squashed against his hard chest. Margaret pushed her tongue into Jim's mouth and felt his cock throb against her soft flesh as they clung to each other in the dark room.
"Let's go to bed," Jim said.
Margaret let Jim lead her to the single bed against the wall. He pulled back the bedspread and she lay down on the squeaky mattress. Jim slid onto the bed next to her and pulled her body to him. Margaret felt his hands slide down her thighs and she reached down and took hold of his cock in her hand. His thick dick filled her hand and Jim rubbed the smooth curves of her legs and hips as he ran his tongue along her neck. Margaret gasped at the feelings that Jim was arousing in her. She held tightly to his cock as she began to stroke the thick, hard man tool.
Jim eased his knee between Margaret's legs, spreading them open as he pushed her over onto her back. Margaret lay back and opened her arms, spreading her legs wide as Jim climbed on top of her.
Margaret felt the thick piece of meat sliding along her pussy slit as Jim rubbed up and down on her body, kissing her neck and sliding his mouth down to her tits.
A great sigh came from Margaret's throat as she felt the head of Jim's cock probing at the lips of her pussy. She felt the slick juices of her cunt swelling to meet his thrusting cock as Jim reached down with his hand and positioned his dick.
"Take it slow, Jim," Margaret whimpered. "Please, don't rush."
Jim kissed her on the mouth and slid just the head of his cock into her pussy. Margaret could feel the thick, round head of his cock resting just inside her hot pussy lips. She gasped as she felt his cock slide in just a little more and clutched his back with her hands.
"Please," she cried. "Take it easy. Please, take it easy."
Jim slowly, so slowly slid his cock into the tight, moist opening of Margaret's twat. He felt her pussy muscles expanding to accept his intruding cock and he slipped her some more dick as he pressed his hips forwards.
Margaret's cunt opened like a blossom as Jim slid his cock all the way to the balls inside her. She let out a little cry as she felt the thick, long cockshaft slide into her pussy and Jim's balls rub against the crack of her ass when she raised her knees and pressed them against his body.
Jim felt the hot throbbing in his prick as he began to slowly slide his cock back, slipping it out to the head and then slowly pushing back into the hot, wet loye cave of the girl on the bed. Margaret's hands clutched at his back and her legs pressed against him as Jim slid his cock into her pussy, driving it deep, deep into her pleasure pit.
Margaret groaned and writhed beneath him as Jim began to plunge his dick into her hot cunt. She released a wave of passion juice, flooding his hard meat as he rammed it into her pussy. Jim could feel the swelling flood of slick quim juice sliding over his dick as he rammed it into Margaret's hot box.
Margaret dug her nails into Jim's back as she raised her ass up from the bed, the springs squeaking wildly as he plunged his fuck pole into her pussy, slamming her back to the mattress and pinning her to it.
"Oh Jim," Margaret cried. "Oh Jim, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Margaret was thrashing on the bed and Jim was hanging on tight, ramming his prick deep into her pussy as he felt his nuts slap against the crack of her ass. He banged his banana into her split as he creamed all over her, ramming his cock deep and filling her pussy with his hot cum, squirting wad after wad of his hot young love juice into the girl's aching, gasping pussy.
"Remember the night we saw this movie the first time?" Margaret asked Jim.
He took her hand and placed it in his crotch. His cock was hard as a rock.
"Sure I remember," he said. "Want to do it again?"
"Come on," Margaret said. She grabbed Jim's hand and led him running up the stairs to the bedroom.
Chapter Four
Cathy tore her clothes off and hung them in the locker. The room was filled with girls who had signed up for the swimming class. She was thrilled.
"Hurry up, girls," the instructor called. "We haven't got all day."
Cathy slipped off her panties and was now as naked as the other girls. She liked the idea of swimming naked. It was much freer and more fun. She walked quickly in the direction the other girls were going towards the pool, her little boobs bouncing along as she walked.
The pool was outdoors, but there was a high wall around it. No one could see inside. The crowd of naked girls were leaping into the pool as they came out into the bright sunshine. It was a glorious feeling.
Cathy jumped into the pool. Oooh! the water was much colder than she had thought it would be. But she would soon get used to it. She knew a little bit about swimming and so she tried out a few of the things she had picked up by herself.
A whistle blew and the girls all stopped whatever they were doing to listen to the instructor.
"First," the woman said. "We'll begin with breathing. All I want you to do is to put your faces in the water and then turn to the side and breathe. Marylou, will you deomonstrate, please."
Cathy had noticed Marylou in the dressing room. She was older than the other girls. Cathy had been amazed at the furry black patch of hair at the girl's cunt. She wondered if she would have such a fuzzy bush when she was older.
Marylou demonstrated the correct procedure for breathing and the girls followed her example.
The instructor, whose name was Miss Lewis, walked around the edge of the pool watching the girls as they tried the breathing exercise. Every once in a while she would call to Marylou to correct one of the girls. Miss Lewis was not wearing a suit either. Cathy peeked glances at her body as she tried to learn the proper breathing procedure.
Miss Lewis had the biggest knockers Cathy had ever seen. They were great sacks of soft flesh that hung from her chest like great suspended balloons. Their large pink aureoles were the size of silver dollars and the hard red nipples that jutted out from the centers were a good inch long. Cathy wondered how she had gotten them that way.
"Alright, girls," Miss Lewis called. "Now for kicks. Everyone come to the edge of the pool and grip the railing along the side. Extend your legs behind you and kick. First one foot, then the other, like a duck paddling in the water."
The girls scampered to the edge of the pool. Some of them were taller than others, their breasts were exposed above the water. Cathy's tits were just at water level and they bobbed above the water from time to time as she made her way to the edge of the pool.
The girls gripped the hand rail along the side of the pool and extended their legs behind them.
Their tits floated loose in the water as they kicked their feet behind them, raising a frothy foam of chlorine water with their frantic kicking.
"It's not the power," Miss Lewis yelled over the racket the girls were making. "It's the rhythm. Get the rhythm even."
Cathy tried to make her kicks rhythmic, bringing one foot up while the other went down and then alternating.
They worked all afternoon on breathing and kicking. Cathy was disappointed when the time was up and they hadn't done any real swimming. Oh well, she thought. Next week.
"Alright, girls," Miss Lewis called as they all scampered back into the locker room. "Everyone take showers and I'll see you next week."
The shower room was mobbed with girls. There wasn't room for them all in the small room. Cathy sat down on a bench and waited her turn.
"You seem to know something about swimming already," a pretty red haired girl said as she sat down on the bench beside Cathy. "I was watching you before the class started."
"A little," Cathy said. "But I really can't swim. That's why I signed up for the course."
"That's a good idea," the red haired girl said. "I don't know anything at all. I've always been afraid of the water."
"There's no need to be afraid," Cathy said. "It's perfectly safe if you don't panic."
"That's what I'm afraid of," the red haired girl said. "By the way, my name is Susan."
Cathy told her her name and they began an animated conversation.
They lost all track of time and before they knew it the locker room was almost deserted.
"I guess we'd better get our showers and get out of here," Cathy said.
"I guess so," Susan agreed.
The two new friends walked into the shower room together. Everyone else was gone so they had the room to themselves.
"Oh, that feels good," Susan said as she stepped under the hot water. They had gotten slightly chilled sitting in the locker room naked and wet for so long.
"It sure does," Cathy said. She, let the water run over her body as she turned round and round under the falling warmth.
"Hurry up, girls," Miss Lewis called through the open door. "The gym will be closing soon."
Cathy and Susan spread the creamy lather of the soap from the spigots in the wall in their hands and rubbed it over their warm little bodies. Cathy liked the feeling of showering in the large room. It was much nicer than the cramped shower at home.
"Well, I'm going to get dressed," Susan said. "I'll see you next week."
"Okay," Cathy said. "I think I'll stay under the water a little longer. I got kind of chilly waiting."
Susan left and Cathy was alone.
She loved the feel of the water.
Cathy filled her hands with the thick cream from the soap spigot. She rubbed it over her tender young breasts. It felt so good to squeeze her tits while she slithered her hands over them with the creamy soap. Her firm young tits were growing almost daily it seemed. Soon they would be full and round.
Cathy slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed the soft slit of her vagina. She felt the warm thrill rush through her body as she slid the side of her hand along the little crack.
Warm, sweet fluids began to well inside her pussy as she rubbed her hand along the hot slit of her young cunt. Cathy pressed her hand deeper into the virgin opening of her cunt and felt the tiny knob of her clit touch her hand.
A hot flash coursed through her from inside as her httle clit responded to the touch of her hand. She gasped for breath as she felt a warm rush flow through her hot little pussy.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
Cathy screamed.
What was it? A power failure?
She couldn't see anything. Only the sound of the shower falling on the tiles penetrated the blackness of the shower room. Cathy was afraid to move. It was so dark and slippery in the room that she could have fallen and hurt herself.
Then she heard something else.
As low, rasping breathing was coming from the doorway of the shower room" There was someone there.
"Who is it?" Cathy called quietly. "Who's there?"
There was no answer, just the sound of the breathing.
Cathy backed up against the wall. She felt for the handle of the shower head, but she couldn't find it. The water fell to the tile in the darkness, and she heard the breathing come close. Someone was in the room with her now.
Cathy's heart was pounding. She could not see who was in the dark room with her. All she could hear were the footsteps walking closer and closer to where she was cowering against the wall. The footsteps and the heavy breathing.
"Who is it?" she cried. "Please tell me who's there."
There was no answer, just the sounds of the heavy footfalls coming nearer and nearer. And the rasping breathing.
Suddenly, a rough hand gripped her by her ponytail and pulled her forward. Her mouth was crushed against the hot lips of the man who was grabbing her.
Cathy screamed and kicked. She clawed and beat her fists against the man in the darkness. But it was no use. He was much bigger and stronger than she was she was helpless.
Cathy felt the rough hands grip her tits.
"Stop!," Cathy screamed. "Please stop!"
The man pulled her to the floor and leaped on top of her. Cathy struggled against the force that.was holding her down - but it was hopeless. There was nothing to do to prevent it.
Cathy screamed as she felt the big cock ramming into her virgin pussy, tearing her open as the man entered her with one tremendous plunge, filling her hot young cunt with his dick.
All was blackness around her, she could see nothing. All she could do was feel - she felt the hard, thick cock ramming and plunging into her young pussy, ripping and tearing as the man plowed into her - changing her life forever.
"Stop!" Cathy screamed. "Please stop!'.
She tried to wriggle loose, but the slippery floor of the shower only made her slide around as the man pressed her to the floor, driving his hard, thick cock into her young cunt, pinning her to the floor as they writhed and squirmed under the cascading water from the shower.
Cathy grabbed hold of the man's hair and pulled. She yanked and jerked at his hair, trying to pull him off her. He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand and rammed his hard, throbbing dick into her pussy, harder and deeper.
Cathy felt sick to her stomach as the big, thick cock ripped into her pussy, plunging and shoving to the depths of her sweet, young hole. She began to cry and scream in the blackness, but the man continue to plow his meat into her, tearing her hot young pussy wide open with the tremendous thrusts of his cock.
Then she felt the hot, swift jets of his shooting cock, spreading his hot, thick cum along the inner walls of her love passage. He rammed his dick into the hilt and thobbed his cum out in wad after wad of red hot, squirting fuck juice.
The man ripped his dick out of Cathy's pussy and she doubled up on the floor of the shower, the water running down over her as she lay bleeding in the darkness.
She vaguely heard the rasping breathing fade into the distance as the man left, but mainly what she heard was the pitter patter of the water from the shower head as it fell on her body and washed the blood away as it ran from her ripped and tortured pussy.
The light nearly blinded her when it was snapped on.
She lay cowering on the floor, expecting the man to return. But it was Miss Lewis who appeared in the doorway of the shower.
"My God," Miss Lewis shouted when she saw Cathy lying in a pool of blood that was oozing from her cunt and running down the drain. "What happened?"
Miss Lewis ran into the shower. She kneeled down and reached for Cathy. Cathy kicked and screamed as the woman put her hands on her.
Miss Lewis stood up and turned off the faucet. The water stopped beating down on Cathy's bruised body. She lay doubled up on the floor in a fetal position, whimpering as the blood from her pussy flowed down the drain in the middle of the shower.
"I can't tell you how badly I feel about all this," Miss Lewis said to Jim and Margaret as they sat in the waiting room at the hospital. "I just feel terrible."
"Don't blame yourself," Margaret said. "I'm sure you did nothing wrong."
"I just went to fill out my records in the office and when I came back the locker room was dark and I assumed that all the girls had left and the custodian had turned off the lights. Then I heard the shower running and turned the lights on to investigate. That's when I found her.'?
Jim put his arm around Margaret's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. They had been waiting for nearly an hour. The doctors had been with Cathy ever since they had brought her to the hospital in the ambulance. Jim and Margaret had arrived at the hospital minutes after the ambulance that Miss Lewis had called. They had to sign the papers to admit Cathy to the emergency room. They hadn't heard a word from the doctors since Cathy had been taken in, strapped to a stretcher and screaming.
At least they couldn't hear her scream any more. Most likely she had been given a shot to quiet her down.
"I don't know how long she had been there like that," Miss Lewis said. "I had a lot of paper work to do - the first day of the class and all, you know."
"Don't torture yourself, Miss Lewis," Jim said. "I'm sure you did nothing wrong. We don't blame you at all. But how could it have happened. Who could'have done it?"
Miss Lewis lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the air.
"That's what I can't figure out," she said. "There were some boys in the gym that day. But as far as I know they had all left before the swimming class was over."
"What about the custodian?" Margaret asked. "You said you thought he might have turned out the lights."
"That doesn't seem likely," Miss Lewis said. "He's an old man and crippled up with arthritis. Mainly he just locks the doors and checks on the lights. The heavy cleaning work is done by a couple of young men the city employs. They aren't on duty on Saturdays."
Jim looked up at the big clock on the wall of the waiting room in Emergency. They had been there nearly two hours. What could the doctors be doing with Cathy?
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson?" a pretty young nurse said as she walked up to the little group in the waiting room. :
Jim and Margaret stood up.
"Yes," they said together.
"Would you come with me, please," the nurse said. "There's a police officer here who would like to talk with you."
"And Miss Lewis?" Jim said. "She's the one who found Cathy."
"He said that he would like to talk to her privately," the nurse said. "Will you come with me, please?"
Jim and Margaret followed the nurse to a small room off the emergency room and she ushered them in. There was a policeman sitting on a desk in the room.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," he said. "Won't you sit down?" He indicated some chairs that were in the room. Margaret and Jim took chairs and held hands as they looked up at the policeman.
"I understand your daughter has been raped," he said softly.
Margaret simply shook her head in the affirmative.
"I realize this is a touchy subject," the policeman said. "But it's a criminal act and that's why I was called in. The hospital has to report all such cases immediately."
"We understand," Jim said. "We'd like to get to the bottom of it, too."
"Of course," the officer said. "I'll try to make this as painless for you as possible."
Jim squeezed Margaret's hand. She had begun to form tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I'm Officer McNamara," the policeman said. "I'm assigned to cases such as this one. They're always difficult. Especially when a girl as young as Cathy is involved."
Margaret choked back a sob and Jim put his arm around her shoulder.
"Now," Officer McNamara said. "Have you any idea who could have done this? A boyfriend, or someone who had been paying particular attention to your daughter."
"None," Jim said. "She's only started dating and the boy she goes out with is Billy Peterson. He seems like a nice enough young lad. I don't think he's the type to do something like this."
"You never can tell," McNamara said. "I'll need the boy's address."
"Is that necessary?" Margaret asked. "We know his parents. It would be so embarrassing."
"Not as embarrassing as what happened to Cathy, I hope," McNamara said.
Margaret took a deep breath. This was going to be worse than she thought.
"Anyone else?" McNamara went on. "Any men that have shown an interest in Cathy?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Jim said. "She's only a little girl."
"She's not a little girl, Mr. Anderson," McNamara sounded stern. "Not any more."
He was right, of course. In one afternoon, Cathy hads crossed the threshold from childhood to womanhood. Violently, but irrevocably. They could never look at their daughter in the same way again.
"I'd like to talk to the swimming instructor now," McNamara said. "I understand she is the one who found Cathy and called the ambulance."
"That's right," Jim said. "We were at home at the time."
The sweet, tender lovemaking that Margaret and Jim had been engaged in when the phone rang would stick in their memories forever. Jim and Margaret were reliving the passion of their youth, sucking and fucking and really having a wild time. To think that at the same moment Cathy was being violently ravaged - raped by an unknown stranger - of whom they might never discover the identity.
"Miss Lewis," McNamara said as the young woman entered the small room. "Won't you take a seat please?"
After he had introduced himself, McNamara got right to the point.
"Would you say she was a cockteaser?" he asked. "You know, the kind of girl who flaunted herself at men?"
"Certainly not," Miss Lewis said. "She's a sweet innocent young girl. Probably never had a dirty thought in her mind in her life."
That's what they all say, McNamara thought. Sweet little innocent virgins - until they got caught.
"So what was she doing hanging around the gym after everybody else went home? You think she made arrangements to meet somebody there and maybe things got out of hand, went a little farther than she had anticipated?" McNamara fixed Miss Lewis with his steely blue eyes. She felt like a fly under a microscope.
"No, I don't," Miss Lewis said. "I don't think anything of the kind;"
She was outraged. McNamara was making it sound like Cathy had arranged the whole thing, that she was the instigator. Men, she thought. Pigs!
"So what was she doing hanging around the gym naked?" McNamara persisted.
"Taking a shower!" Miss Lewis exclaimed. "All the girls had to take showers."
"But Cathy waited till everyone else left. Why?" McNamara's eyes burned into Miss Lewis. She felt as though he was stripping her clothes off with his eyes. His gaze burned into her, looking through her clothes at her naked flesh.
"There wasn't room for all the girls in the shower all at once," Miss Lewis explained. "It's a small shower and they had to take turns. Somebody had to be last."
"I see," McNamara said. "Just chance."
"That's right," Miss Lewis said. "Just blind chance."
"That's all for now," Officer McNamara said. "I'll be in touch with you if we need anything further."
Miss Lewis left the room and closed the door behind her. She felt dirty. She couldn't wait to get home and take a nice long bath.
Bud revved up his bike and shot down the road.
His cock was rock hard and ready to go. Jocko and Zero had said they had some really hot chicks lined up for a party. This was going to be something.
Bud wheeled around the hill and found the old dirt road that led up to the cabin the guys called their club house. Although there were only three of them in their 'club,' they hung together pretty tight.
The other guy's bikes were already parked in the yard in front of the house when Bud climbed the hill and clutched his brake line. He swung onto the lawn and parked his bike. There was a hot looking sports car parked in the drive. Must belong to one of the girls, Bud thought.
"Hey, what's happening?" Bud yelled as he kicked the door open.
"Come on in and find out. Buddy boy," Jocko answered him.
There were two of the foxiest looking girls Bud had ever seen sitting on the couch in the cabin. It was a dilapidated old sofa that had been cast out. But it was fine for their purposes. They didn't want anything fancy in the cabin. Just a place to hang out and fuck girls.
"This here's Arnette," Zero said, indicating the foxy looking redhead who was seated on his lap. She had the biggest knockers Bud had ever seen. Just the sight of them made his pecker jump.
"And this is Gloria," Jocko said, slapping the blonde who was sitting on his knee on the rump.
"Please to meet you, girls," Bud said..
"Have a beer, kiddo," Zero said. "They're in the cooler."
There was a big picnic cooler on the table in the middle of the room. Bud opened the lid and pushed the ice aside and pulled out a beer. He popped the top of the can and swaggered over to the couch.
"So, how's it going?" Bud asked as he squeezed between Jocko and Zero.
"We're just gettin' warmed up," Jocko said. "We were waitin' for you? What kept you?"
"Had some trouble with the bike," Bud said. He reached out and rubbed Gloria's ass with his beer can. She giggled and scrunched up her nose.
"How's your hammer hangin'?" Zero asked. He reached into Bud's crotch and grabbed hold of his dick.
"Hey, the little bastard's got a hard-on," Zero laughed.
The two girls let out with a peel of giggles and Bud pushed Zero's hand away.
"Damned right I got a hard-on," Bud said. "And I'm rarin' to put it to good use. Which one of you is first?"
He reached out and took hold of one of Arnette's tits. It was really hard and firm. He squeezed on her big boob and she slapped playfully at his hand.
"What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she said.
"A fuckin' good one - or a good fuckin' one, I hope," Bud said. "We didn't drag you all the way up here to play Canasta."
The girls laughed again and Bud took a long swig on his beer.
"Well, let's get started," Bud said. "It's been a long hard ride up here. No sense in wastin' any time?"
He reached into his crotch and flipped open his fly. He reached inside and grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it out. It was rampantly hard and he spread his thumb and forefinger as he held onto the base of his dick and presented it to the girls.
"Would you look at Buddy boy," Jocko said. "He don't mess around."
"Damned right," Bud said. "Come on, who wants to suck it?"
Arnette giggled and pushed her tits into Zero's face. She nuzzled her knockers against his nose and Zero opened his mouth and bit her.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "That hurts."
"Then keep 'em out of my face," Zero said. He reached under Arnette's sweater and gripped her tit with his hand.
Gloria reached down and took hold of Bud's prick. He took his own hand away and let her take over. She peeled the skin back from the head of it and bent down. Her lips closed around the head of Bud's cock and he pushed his hips upwards, driving his dick into her mouth.
"Hey, what about me?" Jocko said.
Gloria reached down with her other hand and pulled Jocko's zipper open. She reached inside and took hold of his cock. Jocko slid his hand up under her skirt and reached inside her panties.
Gloria's mouth was sliding up and down on Bud's prick as he pumped it into her mouth. Gloria stroked on Jocko's cock as he plunged his fingers into her hot slit.
"I told you Bud would get things started,"
Zero said. "Come on, Arnette. Do your stuff."
Zero unzipped his pants and unfastened his belt. He slid his pants down to his knees as Arnette knelt in front of him. Zero spread his legs out and Arnette leaned forward. She took Zero's cock in her mouth and slid all the way down to the base of it. She grabbed hold of his nuts and played with them while Zero reached down and pulled up her sweater. He slipped his hands into the bra and grabbed hold of her big tits.
Bud rammed his hips upwards and shot a load into Gloria's mouth. She gulped it down and slid off his dick.
"That's good for starters," Bud said. "Let me get another beer and let's really get something going."
Bud stood up and walked over to the cooler. Gloria sat down on the couch where Bud had been sitting and bent over Jocko. She took his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it. Arnette's head was bobbing up and down as she slid Zero's cock in and out of her hot mouth. She reached up behind her and unsnapped her bra. As it fell loose, Zero flopped her big tits out.
"What a fucking set of jugs," Bud said. He slipped over beside Arnette and knelt down beside her. While she sucked on Zero's prick, Bud took hold of one of her tits and leaned over and put it in his mouth. He sucked on her red nipple as she took Zero's cock all the way down her throat, sliding her tongue around the thick shaft of it as Zero pumped his meat into her hot, sucking mouth.
Bud slipped his hand under Arnette's skirt and fumbled with her panties. He pulled them down a little and rubbed his hand over her snatch as he sucked on her hard, red nipple.
Zero slid his hand up Gloria's skirt and forced it inside her panties as Gloria sucked on Jocko's dick, taking the long, thick shaft of it down her throat. .
Bud's fingers pried open the lips of Arnette's cunt as he tickled her nipple with his tongue and held it between his teeth. Arnette reached over and took hold of Bud's dick. It was getting hard again as she stroked on it and reached inside his pants and grabbed hold of his balls.
Gloria felt Zero's hand slide along her slit and she spread her legs out as she bobbed up and down on Jocko's thick hard meat. She felt his fingers slide into her pussy and let go with a stream of her hot quim juice as Zero gripped her clit in his fingers and pinched it.
"Hey," Bud said. "Let's get these fucking clothes off. They're in the way."
Everybody disentangled from each other and stood up.
"Come on," Jocko said. "Let's go into the bedroom. There's more room on the bed."
The group filed into the dark bedroom and began to remove their clothes. The girls stripped off their sweaters and skirts and the boys took off their pants and shirts. They dropped everything into a heap on the floor and piled onto the bed.
Bud stretched out crosswise across the bed. his thick prick was standing straight up. Arnette straddled him and rubbed her hot pussy up and down the length of his dick.
"Take it, Arnette," Zero said. "Take my Buddy boy's dick up your twat."
Arnette took hold of Bud's cock and slid it into the moist, hot lips of her pussy. She slowly lowered herself over him and Bud's cock slid up into her wet pussy as he pumped his hips up off the bed.
Gloria, lay down on the bed, lengthwise. She spread her legs over Bud's face and squiggled down until her pussy was against his cheek. Bud turned his head and stuck his tongue into the girl's hot slit.
Jocko straddled Gloria's shoulders and slammed his prick against her lips. She took his cock into her mouth and Jocko rammed it in, fucking her in the face while Bud licked out her cunt.
Zero stood up at the side of the bed and took his cock in his hand. He pumped on it and then spit on his hand and rubbed the wet spittle over the'head of his cock. He pressed up against Amette's butthole as she slid up and down on Bud's hot meat and shoved his cockhead into her asshole.
"Hey!" Arnette yelled. "What the hell you doin'?"
"Shut up," Zero said. "I'm fucking your ass, woman." He shoved his meat all the way into her tight brown hole while Bud filled her pussy with his hard tool.
Bud reached up and grabbed hold of Arnette's tits. They were flopping wildly as she bounced up and down on his dick and Zero rammed his cock into her asshole. Bud's tongue was sliding in and out of Gloria's snatch and he could taste the hot, sweet juices of her pussy flooding his tongue as she took Jocko's prick all the way down her throat.
Zero gripped Arnette by the waist and held tight as he pulled his cock back and then rammed it in, splitting her butthole open with his hard, thick mantool. He slid his dick in all the way to the balls, rubbing them against her creamy smooth ass as he throbbed inside her, feeling the thrusts of Bud's dick in her pussy as Bud pumped his ass up off the bed.
Jocko pulled his cock out to Gloria's lips and she slid her tongue across the little piss slit in the head of his cock, licking the clear lubrication that slid from the slit and covered the head of his prick. Then he plunged his dick down her throat, burying it in the moist, hot mouth of the girl below him.
Bud's cock was pounding as he twisted Arnette's nipples in his fingers and licked the sweet quim cum from Gloria's snatch. He plunged his dick deep into her pussy and shot off his load, pounding and plunging his dick into the girl's hot twat as he sucked out Gloria's snatch.
Zero plowed his meat into Arnette's asshole and she felt the hot, short squirts of cum shooting off inside her tight butthole as Zero rammed it to her. She let go with a hot flood of cream and flooded Bud's slick dick as it pounded up into her.pussy, shooting off its load inside her.
Jocko rammed his dick down Gloria's throat and shot it to her. She gulped down the sweet cream of his cock and licked it off the shaft and head as he slowly backed off and pulled it out of her mouth.
"Let's all have another beer," Bud said. "Then we can start all over."
Chapter Five
Cathy lay on her back, her hands at her sides, staring at the ceiling. There was no expression on her face. She looked numb and vacant.
Margaret stood beside the bed and looked down at her daughter. Jim was across from her, also looking at the wounded doe on. the bed. She looked so different to them. Older and harsher.
"Kitten," Jim whispered. There was no response. Not even the flicker of an eye. Cathy seemed to be miles away from them, on another planet or lost somewhere in the stars.
"Kitten," Jim said again and reached out his hand and touched Cathy's. She pulled her hand quickly away from his touch, but did not register any more expression on her face than before.
"Maybe we should leave her alone," Margaret said quietly.
"Margaret," Jim said. "We can't leave her like this forever. She hasn't moved for almost a week."
Margaret shook her head. Cathy had not stirred or indicated that she recognized any of them since she had- been brought out of the emergency room. She had just lay in her hospital bed. either sleeping or staring at the ceiling.
"There has to be. someway of getting through to her," Jim said. "There just has to be."
"We have to give her time," Margaret said. "Just time. That's what the doctors say."
"I know," Jim said. "But how much time?"
"Who knows?" Margaret said. "Who knows?"
Jim walked around the hospital bed and put his arm around Margaret. She shuddered just slightly and drew away from his touch just a little.
"Now what's the matter with you?" Jim asked.
"Nothing," Margaret said. "Nothing at all." She put her hand on his where he was touching her on the shoulder and they walked out of the hospital room.
"Oh Paula," Betty cried, throwing herself on her friend's lap. "It's just awful. She just lies there in that bed staring. Like a zombie. It's terrible."
"I know, I know," Paula said soothingly. She rubbed her hand over Betty's head as she lay on Paula's bed, her head in Paula's lap. "Now you see why I hate men so much? They're animals, all of them."
Betty nodded her head slightly, pressing her face closer into Paula's crotch. She could smell the sweet perfume of Paula's snatch floating upwards through her clothing and soothing her nostrils with the sweet smell of a woman.
"When I was about Cathy's age, a little older I guess," Paula said. "Something happened to me that I'll never forget."
Betty rolled onto her back and lay with the back of her head between Paula's legs as Paula slowly stroked her cheek.
"We were living in France at the time,"
Paula began. "It was a beautiful place. Built sometime in the 17th century. My father was on assignment from his company in Paris and he rented this chateau for Mother and me. It was a young girl's dream. Just like a fairy tale castle. It was high on the side of a mountain, overlooking a lake. I loved to go out in the warm summer afternoon and lie nude in the field, soaking up the sun and looking at the magnificent view.
"My father had engaged a staff to look after the place. It was huge and needed a lot of care. Besides the house, there was a formal garden and a stable of horses.
"I rode horseback out to -my favorite spot every day when the weather was nice. I would take a novel and lie there naked in the grass and look out over the charming village and the lake.
"The hillside where I had my private sessions with nature and the classics had a wooded area nearby. It was only a few yards from where I lay every afternoon, basking in the sunshine of my summer.
"I was not aware that I was being observed.
"But one day, I heard a sound in the forest. I turned onto my stomach and caught just a glimpse of someone darting behind a tree. I was curious, so I slipped into my skirt and sweater and walked to the edge of the forest where I had seen the movement.
"It was quiet and dark in the forest. The trees were old, older than the chateau. As I walked into the moss covered glen, I heard another sound.
"Qui est? I called.
"There was^ no answer. But I knew that someone was in the forest, watching me. I walked carefully into the trees, peering to the left and to the right, listening intently to get some indication of where the person was hiding.
"I could hear nothing but the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. It was almost like harp music. Distant and far away. It was romantic in some ways, but also very frightening. I knew that behind one of the trees, some one was lurking, watching me, waiting for me.
"I crept further and further into the forest, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.
"Then suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. A man's strong arm was around my throat and clutching at me, dragging me down to the ground.
"I screamed and kicked and clawed, but it was useless. He was very strong and soon he had me subdued and on the' ground.
"He pinned me to the ground and then I could see who it was. It was a young groom who worked in the stable for my father. His name was Phillipe. And I had noticed him watching me every morning when I came out to mount my horse. He was a big strapping fellow, young and handsome, but I had never given him any encoragement. I was afraid of him. There was something dark and sinister about him and now I knew what it was.
"He ripped at my clothes, tearing them from my body. He was a madman, completely possessed by his lust. He tore my sweater off, throwing it to the ground and then he pulled at my skirt until it ripped in his hands. He was on top of me, pressing his mouth against mine, grabbing at my soft young tits and forcing my legs apart with his knee.
"I tried to scratch at his face, but he pinned my arms to the ground, holding me tightly by the wrists. He rammed his body down on top of mine, rubbing himself against me.
"I could feel the hard, thick cock that was aching to be released from his pants. He was pushing it against my pussy as I lay naked othe ea#h, struggling, fighting to keep him from raping me - but it was useless. There was no one to hear my screams and he was so much bigger and stronger than I was, all I could do was submit to his wild desire and pray that he would not hurt me.
"He ripped open his pants and pulled them down. His huge cock was hard and throbbing. It's shiny head pierced the soft lips of my cunt and he rammed his dick into me, tearing through my maidenhead as I lay spread and open on the ground beneath him.
"Phillipe pulled himself up and then rammed his dick into me again and again. I could feel the tender menbranes of my vagina being ripped to shreds as he tore into me, driving his dick in harder and harder. His huge, thick balls slapped against my twat as he plunged his meat into me, ripping me open and driving his hard, pulsating cock deeper and deeper into my virgin cunt. He rammed it in and pulled it out to the head and then plunged again. I felt the earth open beneath me as he shot his hot load of man cum into my tender twat, plowing and slamming his dick into me, filling my pussy with his juice."
Paula was panting as she finished her tale. Betty could feel the shudders that were coursing through her body.
"I never told anyone what had happened," Paula said. "I was too ashamed. There was nothing that could be done anyway. Phillipe left at dawn the next day and no one saw him again."
"You poor thing," Betty said. She reached up and touched Paula's cheek. There were tears leaking from the corners of her friend's eyes.
She brushed them away and pulled Paula's face down to hers. She pressed her soft lips against Paula's and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
Paula grabbed hold of Betty and twisted her around on the bed. She threw her body on top of Betty's and pinned her to the bed. Paula's hands- tore at Betty's clothes, ripping them from her and throwing them to the floor.
"I love you," Paula panted. "I love you, Betty. You're mine, you're all mine - I'll never let you go."
She covered Betty's mouth with her hot kisses, driving her tongue into Betty's mouth and crushing her lips with her own as she gripped Betty's small round tits in her hands and rolled them around like putty.
Betty gasped at the fury of Paula's passion. She covered her body with kisses as she slid down in the bed, pressing her body against Betty's and sucking and licking at her with her hot, searching mouth.
Betty gasped as Paula rammed her head between her legs, spreading them wide. Her tongue dived into Betty's pussy and she jabbed it in, piercing Betty's twat with her insane tongue. Betty could feel the hot, wet tongue plunging into her pussy, driving deep as Paula spread her pussy lips wide with her fingers and plowed her hot tongue inside.
Betty was dizzy from the power of the desire that was being unleashed upon her. Her cunt was boiling with the sweet swelling juices of love that creamed onto Paula's tongue. Paula lapped at the slick juices that were flowing from Betty's pussy, licking them up and lapping them down her throat as Betty lay on the bed thrashing wildly from side to side, gasping for breath as Paula ravished her body, sucking her strength out through her wide open and flooding pussy.
"It's terrible," Julie said. "She's such a sweet little girl." She pulled Jim's head to her bosom and pressed her body against his.
Jim was tense and felt uncomfortable lying in the motel room with Julie. He rolled onto his back and reached for a cigarette at the beside table.
"Is anything the matter?" Julie asked. She felt rejected as Jim pulled away from her.
"No, of course not," Jim said. "I'm just not in the mood right now." He blew a slow puff of smoke which drifted to the ceiling. He watched it rise above the bed in the Holiday Inn as he thought of Cathy lying in the hospital, staring at the ceiling, unblinking, unseeing for nearly two weeks now.
"I love you," Julie said, snuggling next to him.
Jim put his arm around Julie and pulled her close to him. Her large, full breasts pressed into his body as he crushed her body to his. "I love you, too," he said quietly. It had been five years since the first time he and Julie had come to the motel. It had been a dark rainy night in November and they had had to drive very carefully on the way there. "Watch out!" Julie cried as she saw the headlights of a truck swerving towards their side of the road.
"Jesus!" Jim said. "That was a close one." They both caught their breath as they proceded down the dark highway.
"Do you thing Margaret suspects?" Julie asked. "I feel so guilty about her."
"Don't worry about it," Jim said. "That's my responsibility. It has nothing to do with you."
"I know you're right in a way," Julie said. "It would be different if I'd never met her. And your kids, too. Jesus, I feel like a wanton woman."
Jim pressed his hand to her knee and squeezed.
"I like wild, wicked, wanton women," he said. "Just like you."
"Oh stop it, Jim," Julie said. "You know what I mean."
"I guess I do," Jim said. "How do you think I feel about it? Christ, I've never done anything like this before. We've been married for nearly seventeen years now and I won't say I've never looked at another woman. That would be a stupid lie, but I've never done anything about it. Not till you."
"I think I'll take that as a compliment," Julie said. "I'll let you know in the morning."
She slid over on the car seat closer to Jim and put her head on his shoulder. He took his right hand off the wheel and put his arm around Julie's shoulder, cuddling her next to him.
"This is it," Jim said as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn.
Julie pulled her plastic rain hat over her head and they jumped out of the car and ran to the protection of the portico over the entrance way.
"I'm really nervous," Julie said.
"You made the reservation in the name of Henderson?" Jim said.
"Yes, I thought that would be good in case you got confused' and blurted out your real name. It sounds close enough to Anderson to mask the slip up."
"Smart girl," Jim said. "That's one reason I like you."
"And my ass," Julie said.
"And your ass," Jim pecked her on the cheek and slapped her across the butt.
They walked into the reception area of the motel and crossed the lobby to the desk. . "Yes?" the desk clerk looked up at them.
"We have a reservation," Jim said. "Mr. and Mrs. Henderson."
The clerk ckecked his records.
"Yes sir," he said. "From Wilmington?"
Jim glanced at Julie. She nodded.
"Yes," Jim said. "We'll just be spending the one night."
"I understand sir," the clerk said. He slid the registration card across the desk and held out a pen to Jim.
Jim's hand was shaking as he signed his assumed name, Gregory Henderson, Wilmington.
"Do you need a red cap?" the clerk asked as Jim paid the bill.
"No, no," Jim sputtered. "That won't be necessary. We're traveling very light."
Julie had brought an overnight case, Jim his briefcase. They didn't want to arouse Margaret's suspicions by Jim taking off with a suitcase. He was supposed to be on a business meeting in Chicago.
"Here is your room key, sir?" the desk clerk said. "Would you like to have dinner? The dining room is open until ten."
"That sounds like a good idea," Jim said. "We didn't stop to eat anywhere."
Julie was in favor of the idea too. It seemed so abrupt to just go to the room and start fucking the minute they got there.
"Shall I make a reservation for you?" the clerk asked.
"Yes," Jim said. "We'll just go to the room and freshen up. It's been a rough ride here. The weather and all."
"I understand," the clerk said. "I'll make your reservation for a half hour from now. Will that be sufficient?"
"Fine," Jim said. "Fine. That should give us plenty of time."
Julie nervously took his arm as they walked down the corridor in search of their room. They found it without much problem and Jim unlocked the door.
"God, I feel like something out of Fannie Hurst," Julie said as they closed the door of the motel room behind them.
The big double bed loomed huge in the small room. It dominated the whole place and reminded both of them why they were there.
Julie slipped off her rain coat and slipped into the bathroom with her overnight case.
"I'll just be a mintue," she said. "I want to freshen my make-up."
"Take your time," Jim said. "We have half an hour."
Julie closed the door to the bathroom and Jim slipped off his slicker and hung it in the closet. He walked around the room and finally sat down on the bed. He leaped up when Julie opened the bathroom door and walked out looking radiant.
"I feel much better now," she said. "I splashed some cold water on my face."
"Sounds like a good idea," Jim said. He went into the bathroom and clicked the door shut behind him.
Jim looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. His slightly graying hair had never bothered him before. He felt old looking into the mirror now, though.
You're an old dog, Jim Anderson, he said to himself. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You're got a perfectly lovely wife at home and three adorable children. What the hell do you think you're doing?
He took Julie's advice and splashed some cold water on his face. It made him shiver. But it did the trick. He dried his face on one of the towels and looked into the mirror again.
What the hell? he thought. You only live once.
"Ready for dinner, Mrs. Henderson?" Jim asked as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Ready, Mr. Henderson," Julie said. They locked arms and walked to the dining room.
After dinner they both felt much better returning to the room. A few drinks and a bottle of wine had helped smooth over some of the guilty feathers that were rising on the backs of both their necks.
"I'll just be a minute," Julie said. She disappeared into the bathroom again and Jim began to remove his suit. He hung it neatly in the closet and slipped on the pajamas he had brought in his briefcase.
The bathroom door opened and Julie stepped out. She was lovely.
Jim had never seen her except at the office, where she was always properly attired in her working clothes. In the filmy, sheer negligee that she had worn, she was a vision of desirable womanhood. Soft and delicate and oh so feminine.
"God," Jim whispered. "You're beautiful."
"I'll bet you say that to all the women you bring to motel rooms," Julie said.
She skipped across the room and threw herself into Jim's arms. He encircled her with his strong arms and crushed her body to his. His lips sought hers and they blended in a deep, long, passionate kiss.
Jim could feel the stiffness in his prick rising as Julie pressed against him. Her perfume filled his nostrils with the exotic aromas of the Orient and her soft, silky negligee fairly melted beneath his touch.
"Okay, buster," Julie said, pulling away from him and led him to the bed by the hand. "You'd better live up to that kiss."
Jim turned back the bed and they slipped under the sheets. Julie nestled against him, pressing her thinly clad body next to his. Jim could feel the raging blood coursing through his veins as Julie's mouth covered his and her tongue slipped in between his teeth and she sucked at his tongue as they prodded each other's mouths, exploring and seeking.
Julie's hands slid over Jim's pajamas. She could feel the hard, taut body beneath the slick material of the garments. Jim's hands fumbled and caught in the sheer fabric of her night gown and he pressed his cock into her hand as she slid her fingers inside the fly of his pants.
Julie's smooth fingers slid along the shaft of Jim's dick, holding it tightly but not squeezing. She slithered her tongue along his lips and poked it into his mouth, teasing and tickling his tongue with the tip of hers.
"God, Julie," Jim whispered. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum right now."
"Jesus Christ," Julie cried. "Don't do that. The room's paid for for the whole night."
Jim jabbed her in the ribs and pushed her down on the bed.
"Mercenary bitch," he joked.
Julie laughed hysterically as Jim tickled her in the ribs, squirming helplessly under his touch.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Stop! Please stop!"
Jim grabbed hold of her night gown and pulled it up. Julie lifted her arms and he slipped it off over her head. He tossed it across the room and unbuttoned the tops of his pajamas. Julie tugged at the string that held the pants in place and Jim discarded them.
"Now we can get to it," Jim said. "Let me at you."
He dived down on top of Julie, gripping her full breasts in his hands. He pressed them together and shoved his face between her creamy jugs. He wriggled his head as he licked at her tits. Julie grabbed hold of his head and pressed it down harder into her tits as she slid her leg between his, rubbing his balls with her knee.
Jim's cock was hard and raging as he slid up and down on Julie's body, kissing her mouth, her neck, her ears, her tits, sliding down and slithering his tongue into her navel and blowing on it.
"Stop," she whimpered. "That tickles. Oh, it tickles so good."
Jim rubbed his chin along the slit of her pussy. She grabbed hold of his face and pressed it between her legs. Jim's tongue slid along her cunt slit and he lapped at the sweet juices that were oozing from her hot, tight hole.
Jim darted his tongue into Julie's heated love hole. He teased the tip of her clit and felt the hard little knob press against his tongue tip as he darted it in and out, sliding his tongue deeper and deeper into her hot cunt with each thrust.
Julie gasped for breath as he spread her pussy lips wide and rammed his tongue inside, licking and lapping up the hot, swilling juices that flowed to meet his eager, searching, slithing tongue.
"Oh God," she cried. "That's it, oh that's it. That's so good. Oh Jim, Jim, Jim!"
Jim's cock was thumping madly agaisnt the mattress as he rammed his face into Julie's pussy, diving deep into her muff and licking the hot, slick hole between her legs. He pushed her knees wide apart and slithered up the bed.
His cock plowed into her snatch as Julie screamed in ecstasy. Jim's cock rammed all the way into her hot, eager, grasping cunt as he plunged his hips between her legs and sank his teeth into her tits. She cried and whimpered and clawed at him, digging her nails into his back and ripping at his skin as he drove his hard, thick mantool into her eager, sucking pussy.
Julie threw her legs around Jim's waist and pulled herself up from the bed, hanging onto him as he rammed his meat into her pussy and shot his hot load deep, deep into her cunt, driving his meat in as far as it would go while his throbbing cock shot off his load of fireworks inside her.
Julie slid her hand down Jim's taut stomach as the memory of that first night together filled his brain. He could still feel the hot squirts of his cum as he had exploded inside her.
But as the smoke curled upwards to the ceiling, he also thought of Cathy, lying in a trance in the city hospital and of Betty and Bud - and Margaret.
Jim swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat up and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Julie rubbed her hand along his spine and he pulled away from her.
"I don't think we should see each other again," he said quietly.
Julie lay back on the bed, pulling her arm back to her.
"I don't think so, either," she whispered.
Chapter Six
"Now, just pretend that nothing has happened," Margaret said. "Don't say anything about it."
"What do you think we are? Stupid?" Bud said. He picked up his glass of orange juice and drained it in one gulp.
"No, we don't think you're stupid," Jim said, buttering his toast. "Just watch what you say. This is her first morning back with us and the doctors said we should just pretend that everything is the same as it always was."
"That won't be easy," Betty said. She sipped her coffee and listened for the sounds of Cathy's footsteps on the stairs.
Cathy was staring out her window at the flowering tree outside her bedroom window. It was in full blossom now, no longer the tender young buds that she had gazed at so longingly just a few days ago. Now it was a full-flowered tree - just like she was a full-flowered woman.
She caught her breath and turned away from the window. Stupid tree, she thought. What good was it, you couldn't eat the flowers. All you could do was look at them.
She picked up her school satchel and opened her bedroom door.
"Good morning, princess," Jim said brightly as she walked into the kitchen. The family was gathered around the breakfast table, just like always. Only it wasn't like always. Nothing was.
Cathy slipped into her chair and dropped her school books on the floor beside her.
"Here's your orange juice, precious," Margaret said as she slid the glas in front of Cathy.
Orange juice, Cathy thought. I wish it was cyanide.
She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped at it. It tasted funny - different. Everything tasted different, or looked different, or felt different. Nothing would ever be the same again.
"Mother helped me make over that old formal," Betty said to no one in particular. "You just wouldn't recognize it. It looks like a million dollars."
"Hey, that's swell," Bud said.
Betty glared at him. He had never cared if she wore a gunny sack before now. It sounded false.
"Who are you going to the dance with?" Jim asked.
"Tommy Ganshaw," Betty said. "We're double dating with Bob Collier and Paula."
There was a dead silence around the table.
"How's your bike, Bud?" Jim asked. "Any trouble lately?"
"No," Bud said. "Not since I had it worked on at the garage'. Those guys really know what they're doing. A lot better than me fu-," he stopped. "Messing around with it."
"Would you like some cereal, Cathy?" Margaret asked. Cathy was simply staring at a spot on the table, ignoring the attempts at conversation around her.
"No thank you," she said. "I'm not hungry."
There were surreptitious glances all around the table. No one wanted to be caught looking at anyone else.
Betty cleared her throat and started to say something, but thought better of it. Nothing seemed to make any sense anymore. Everything she thought of to say sounded false and stupid.
"Well, I got to go," Bud said. "Don't want to be late to school."
He leaped up from his chair and sped out the door before anyone could say anything to him.
"I guess we'd all better get started," Jim said. "Ready, Kitten."
"I'd rather walk," Cathy said.
Jim glanced at Margaret. She waved a finger at him.
"Sure, Kitten, if that's what you want," Jim said. "I just thought it would be nicer if you rode with me."
"I'd rather walk," she repeated as she slid off her chair and picked up her school satchel. She walked out the door and it clicked behind her.
"Jesus," Betty said. "I feel like I've just been to a wake."
"It was pretty awful," Jim said. "But it will get better. Just give her time."
"I hope so," Betty said. "She gives me the creeps."
"Betty!" Margaret said. "How could you?" "I'm sorry, Mother," Betty said. "But it's true. I have to watch everything I say and nothing sounds right. It's - it's just horrible." Betty leaped up from the table and ran to the stairs. They could hear her sobbing as she charged up the stairs and slammed the door to her room.
Margaret got up and brought the coffee pot over to the table. She poured a cup for Jim and herself and sat back down.
"Nobody said it was going to be easy," Jim said. "And it's not - not on any of us."
"Oh, but Jim," Margaret said. "No matter how hard it is on us, think of what it must be like for her."
"I am thinking of her," Jim said. "All the time."
Cathy walked down the side of the street kicking stones out of her path as she made her way to school. The sounds of children running and laughing surrounded her on all sides. She didn't feel like laughing though. She didn't feel like much of anything.
"Hi Cathy!" a young girl called and waved to her.
Cathy just stared at her.
Stupid girl, Cathy thought. Why doesn't she mind her own business?
As she neared the school, the number of children increased. She had not thought before how dumb and immature most of them were. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. Just running and laughing and playing. Cathy kicked another stone out of her path and walked onto the school yard.
"Hey, Cathy," Billy Peterson said. "How are you? You been sick or something? Why haven't you been in school?"
Cathy looked at him and started laughing. She laughed all the way into the school., Billy just stared after her, wondering what he had said that was so funny.
Cathy walked along the hall to her locker. She turned the dial on the combination lock and opened the door. She could hear whispers around her. She turned quickly and saw that, there were several groups of girls huddled together. They all turned away as Cathy turned to confront them. The whispering stopped for a moment and Cathy turned back to her locker.
She didn't know how word had gotten around, but it was apparent that the whole school knew what had happened to her. Cathy pulled out the books she would need from her satchel and put the rest in her locker and closed the door. She snapped the lock shut and walked to her first class.
Cathy sat down in her seat and opened her notebook. She had fallen far behind in her school work, so she would have to do some extra studying now. She felt a knee press into her ass and turned quickly.
Jimmy Prescott was pushing his knee against her from behind. He grinned at her when she turned to look at him. Cathy slid forward in her chair and turned back around to face the front of the room.
"Hey Cathy," Jimmy whispered. "How about it? Want to go out with me?"
"Leave me alone," Cathy said. Jimmy's hand slipped under her ass. She slapped at him and he laughed.
"What is going on back there?" Mrs. Wilcox, Cathy's teacher asked.
"Nothing, Mrs. Wilcox," Cathy said.
Mrs. Wilcox walked down the row of seats and stopped beside Cathy's desk.
"Nice to see you back in school," Mrs. Wilcox said. "I have your assignments written down. Stop by my desk after class and I'll give them to you."
Mrs. Wilcox returned to her class and began the day's lesson. Cathy felt Jimmy's knee rubbing against her butt all through class. She slapped at him, but he resumed as soon as she relaxed.
He was waiting outside the door to the classroom after Cathy had spoken with Mrs. Wilcox.
"Hey, Cathy," Jimmy said. "How about it? Go out with me tonight."
"Leave me alone," Cathy said. She tried to get past him, but Jimmy blocked her way. He grabbed her hand and shoved it between his legs. She felt his hard cock through his pants.
"Go away," Cathy said, pulling her hand back.
"Aw, come on, Cathy," Jimmy said. "We'll have a good time."
"Go fuck yourself," Cathy said. She shoved her was past Jimmy and hurried down the hall towards hser next class.
Jimmy watched Cathy as she hurried away. He rubbed his cock with his hand. Yes sir, he thought. I'm going to get me some of that sweet pussy of hers.
Cathy noticed all day at school that the girls whispered about her and the boys were looking at her with a new interest. She knew that things would be different now, but it was taking a turn that she didn't like.
There was a group of them waiting for her after school. She saw the boys move out from the wall as she walked down the sidewalk, leaving the school.
"Hey Cathy," one of the boys called. "Come here, we want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone," Cathy called over her shoulder. She hurried down the street, but the boys followed, picking up their pace to catch up with her.
She was frightened.
"Come on, Cathy," one of the boys called. "I've got something for you."
Cathy whirled around. Tommy Conners was groping himself as he stepped ahead of the other boys.
"Go away," Cathy said. "Don't touch me."
"Come on, Cathy," Tommy said. "Take hold of it." He was rubbing his dick as he caught up with Cathy. He grabbed hold of her arm and pushed her hand down betweeen his legs. She could feel the shaft of his prick as he pushed her hand against his crotch.
Cathy grabbed hold of his nuts and squeezed - hard.
Tommy yelled and dropped his hold on her wrist.
"Christ!" Tommy yelled. "That hurts."
"Now will you leave me alone?" Cathy said. "Next time I'll tear them off."
"Don't be like that," Jimmy said. He was one of the boys in the group. "Come on Cathy, let's have some fun."
They were all around her. Cathy felt trapped.
"Yeah," one of the other boys said. "Let's see what you got."
He grabbed hold of one of Cathy's tits and squeezed. She slapped at his hand, but he didn't pull away.
"Come on, Cathy," another boy said. "We'll show you a good time."
They were hustling her towards a vacant lot where there was a clump of trees. Cathy panicked. If they got her in there, it was obvious what would happen. She didn't want to get gang banged by all of the boys.
"Leave me alone," Cathy yelled. "Just leave me alone."
"We'll leave you alone," one of the boys said. "After you take care of us."
There were too many of them. They were everywhere. Cathy felt pinned in as they closed around her, pushing her towards the clump of trees in the vacant lot. Her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her. Cathy felt the rough hands of the boys tearing at her clothes as she was dragged backwards into the trees.
"Don't," Cathy cried. "Please don't."
Rough hands were pulling at her panties, pulling them down as she was held from, behind. She struggled and fought to get loose, but the boys closed in on her. She felt her panties being pulled down and a boy pressed against her pussy with his hand. She screamed and began kicking.
"Let me go!" Cathy cried. "Please let me go."
"Nice pussy," one of the boys said. He was zipping down his fly and reaching inside. His hard cock popped out of the opening in the front of his pants and he stepped up to Cathy.
"Hold her," the boy said. "Hold her, while I fuck her."
Cathy kicked and tried to get her hands loose, but the boys were stronger than she was. She felt the hard head of the boy's cock pushing between her legs. He poked around, trying to get his dick into her pussy, but she was struggling so that he couldn't get it in.
"Hold her still," the boy said. "Hold her so I can get my cock inside her cunt."
Cathy felt hands on her ankles, holding her legs still. She writhed and wriggled, but it was useless. She felt the head of the boy's cock slide into her cunt. She screamed and a hand was clamped over her mouth.
The hard thrust of the boy's cock ripped into her pussy. She fel his thick dick shaft slide into her cunt and he plunged. Cathy felt sick as the boy banged his meat into her, fucking her tender young cunt, plowing into her and ramming it home.
"Oh that's good," the boy said. "That's so good." He slid his dick in and out of her pussy, shoving it in all the way and sliding it back to the head and then ramming again.
Cathy felt the hot squirts of his cum shooting into her cunt. He slid his dick all the way inside her pussy and throbbed as he unloaded into her.
The boy pulled his cock put of her pussy and Cathy felt another cock take its place. One by one the boys rammed their cocks into her cunt, fucking her and shooting their hot loads into her cunt.
Cathy lay on the ground after the boys left. Her panties were ripped and her cunt was sore from all the fucking. She felt numb.
"How was school?" Margaret asked as Cathy walked into the house.
"Fine," Cathy said. "Just fine."
She walked through the kitchen and climbed the stairs. Alone in her room, Cathy lay down on the bed and stared up to the ceiling. She didn't feel anything - just emptiness.
Tommy Ganshaw gave his hair a final touch with the comb. He stepped back and admired himself in the mirror. Pretty damned good, he thought to himself. Yes sir, pretty damned good.
Bob Collier was sitting in the living room talking with Tommy's parents when Tommy came down the stairs.
"Okay, let's go get 'em," Tommy said.
"Hey you look great," Tommy's mother said.
"Thanks, Mom," Tommy said.
Bob and he walked out to Bob's car and climbed in. They headed down the street to pick up Paula, then they would get Betty. It was going to be a great night.
"Think the girls will put out?" Tommy asked Bob.
"We'll find out," Bob said. "I sure as hell hope so. I'm so fucking horny I could screw a tree." " "Me too," Tommy said.
Paula was ready when the boys pulled up in front of her house. She kissed her mother on the cheek and slipped out the door.
"Hi," Paula said as Tommy got out of the car and held the door open for her. She slid into the front seat beside Bob and Tommy climbed into the back.
"You. look great," Bob said.
"Thank you," Paula said. "You both look terrific too."
Betty was nervously pacing the iloor in the living room. She wasn't sure the date was a good idea. It had sounded like fun when Paula had brought up the subject. But she was confused. She loved Paula and didn't know if she could hide the fact from the boys when they were alone. She would do her best though.
"For heaven's sake, Betty," Margaret said. "Sit down. You're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry," Betty said. She sat down and folded her hands in her lap.
The doorbell rang and Betty jumped up as though she had been shot.
"They're here," she said. She ran to the front door and threw it open.
"Hi Tommy," she said. "Come in and say hello to my parents."
Tommy walked into the house and Betty closed the door. They walked into the living room. Jim stood up and shook hands with Tommy.
"Good evening Mrs. Anderson," Tommy said to Margaret.
"Hello, Tommy," Margaret said. "You look fabulous."
"Thanks," Tommy said. "That's a pretty dress, Betty."
Betty twirled around in her remodeled dress. Her mother had made some improvements to it. It was hardly recognizable as the dress she had worn to a dance the year before. The removal of the netting that covered the skirt and the addition of panels of contrasting satin gave the dress a totally new look.
"Well, we should be going," Tommy said. "The others are waiting in the car."
Betty kissed her mother on the cheek and got her jacket. Tommy helped her on with it and they walked to the door.
"Don't be out too late," Jim said.
"Alright, Father," Betty said.
"Have a wonderful time," Margaret said. Betty and Tommy left the house and walked out to the curb where Bob and Paula were waiting in the car.
"Hi," Betty said as she slid into the back seat of the car, "You look great."
"Thanks," Bob said.
"I meant Paula," Betty said. "But you look alright too."
Betty felt Tommy's arm creep around her shoulder. She relaxed against the seat and felt him press his knee against hers. She looked nervously into the front seat. Paula was sitting as far away from Bob as she could. Betty stiffened and pulled her leg away from Tommy's.
"Let's stop somewhere for a drink before we go to the dance," Bob said. "Would you like to?"
"Sure," Tommy said. "How about it, jetty?"
"Fine with me, how about you, Paula?" she said.
"Great idea," Paula said. "How about the Holiday Inn. They have a nice bar there."
"Okay," Bob said.
The drive out to the Holiday Inn went quickly. Paula turned in the seat and she and Betty chatted while they rode.
"Here we are," Bob said as they pulled into the parking lot. They left the car and walked into the building.
"Let's sit at a table," Paula said. "I don't like bar stools."
They found a table and the cocktail waitress came over to take their orders. Drinks were ordered all around and Bob offered Paula a cigarette.
"No thank you," Betty said as he offered the pack to her. "I don't smoke. But don't let that stop the rest of you."
They were all somewhat tense. Paula and Betty kept up a constant chatter, but the boys were not included in the conversation. They seemed to ignore their dates.
"Hey, we could just rent a room here and skip the dance," Bob said.
"Don't be funny," Paula said.
Betty was not amused by the idea either. She would love to be alone with Paula. She felt strange with Tommy. He was a nice looking young man, but she was nervous and everytime he touched her, she jumped.
"Well, I guess we'd better go," Tommy said as they were finishing their drinks. "The dance should have started by now."
The group left the bar and walked back to the car. The drinks had relaxed them all somewhat and Betty took Tommy's arm as they walked across the parking lot.
Paula slid over in the seat closer to Bob and Betty let Tommy put his arm around her again. She pressed her leg against his and he felt his dick getting hard. The closeness in the back seat of the car was exciting and Betty leaned back against Tommy's arm that circled her shoulder.
The dance was held in the American Legion hall and there was quite a crowd already there when the young people arrived. Betty felt excited as they walked into the large dance area. It was decorated attractively and the band was really making things jump.
"Come on, Betty," Tommy said. "Let's show them how it's done."
They paired off and joined the throng on the dance floor. Tommy was a good dancer and Betty was really having a good time. She threw herself into the spirit and cut loose.
Tommy was pleased to see how well Betty danced. They were the center of attention.
"Let's sit this one out," Betty said after a particularly vigorous dance number. "I'm getting a little winded."
"Me too," Tommy panted as they made their way to a table.
Paula and Bob were already seated there and they joined their friends.
"Nice band," Betty said as Tommy held the chair out for her to sit in.
"Great," Paula said. "Are they a local group?"
"I don't know," Betty said. "But they sure are good."
"Would you like something to drink?" Tommy said. "The bar is open."
"Sure," Betty said.
Tommy and Bob went over to the bar to get drinks for everyone.
"Are you having a good time?" Paula asked Betty.
"Not particularly," Betty said. "How about you?"
"It's alright," Paula said. "But I'd rather be alone with you."
"Same here," Betty said. "Why don't we get headaches or something and get them to take up home?"
"I think they've got something else in mind," Paula said. "What do you say, shall we give them a thrill?"
"I'm game if you are," Betty said. "What shall we do?"
"Watch me," Paula said.
The guys returned to the table with drinks for the girls and themselves. Bob sat down next to Paula and she took a sip of her drink.
Paula slid her hand under the table and gripped Bob's cock in her hand. He looked startled as she pressed her hand between his legs and felt his meat.
Betty put her hand in Tommy's lap and she took hold of his dick through his pants.
"Let's go after this drink," Paula said. "I know a place we can go."
"Great," Bob said. He winked at Tommy. It looked like they were going to get it on after all.
Betty felt Tommy's prick getting hard as she held onto it under the table. She gave it a hard squeeze and slipped her hand away. "Where shall we go?" Bob said as they climbed back in the car.
"Drive straight out the highway towards Wilmington," Paula said. "There's an old cabin up in the hills. Nobody ever goes there."
Bob followed the directions that Paula gave him and they were soon headed for the old cabin.
Betty reached her hand between Tommy's legs and grabbed hold of his nuts with her hand. She slipped her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. It was really hard now.
Paula slid over in the seat and sat next to Bob. She unzipped his pants and reached inside.
Bob's cock was hard as Paula closed her fingers around it. She pulled it out of his pants and stroked it as they drove down the highway.
"Turn here," Paula said as they came to a dirt lane.
Bob turned the car up the lane and they climbed to the top of the hill. He stopped the car and turned off the key.
Betty and Tommy got out of the back seat and followed the other two into the cabin.
"It looks like somebody's been here," Bob said. There were beer cans all over the place.
"It sure does," Tommy said.
"It doesn't matter," Paula said. "We're here now."
She let Bob put his arms around her and pressed her lips to his as Betty sat down on the couch with Tommy. She leaned back against the cushions and Tommy put his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth.
Paula pulled Bob's cock out again and stroked it as he felt her tits. She gripped his meat in her hand and closed her fingers around it. Betty felt Tommy's hands sliding up and down her back as he pulled her closer to himself and held on tightly.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Paula whispered to Bob. He followed her as she led the way into the other room.
Paula unzipped her dress and slipped it off.
She lay it on a chair and Bob began to take off his clothes. Soon they were both naked. Paula lay down on the bed and Bob climbed in beside her.
She felt his cock press against her as he put his arms around her. She lay back and Bob took her full breasts in his hands and held them as he began to kiss her on the neck and shoulders.
"Let's take our clothes off," Tommy said to Betty. She let him unzip her dress and she stood up to take it off.
Tommy stripped of his clothes and Betty lay on the couch, naked. Tommy's hard cock was throbbing as he climbed onto the couch beside Betty. He pressed his body against hers and she felt his dick slide between her legs. Tommy cupped Betty's tits in his hands. Betty took hold of Tommy's cock and guided it into place as he lowered his body onto hers.
She felt his hard cock slide into her pussy. Betty gasped as Tommy thrust his cock into her cunt. She put her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her, thursting her ass up from the couch as Tommy began to slide his long, thick cock in and out of her cunt.
Paula twisted around on the bed and took hold of Bob's dick. She opened her mouth and let it slide into the wetness. He pressed his face into her snatch and Paula felt Bob's tongue lick at her slit. She gripped his head with her hand and pushed his face into her box. She felt his tongue slide into her snatch and his cock prodded into her mouth and slid down her throat. She gobbled at his dick as he slid his tongue in and out of her hot pussy.
Betty felt the hard, thrusting power of Tommy's cock as he raised up and lowered his hips, driving his dick into her cunt. She manipulated her vaginal muscles, pulling on his tool as he slid it deep inside her. Betty pressed on Tommy's ass as he rammed his meat into her, filling her cunt with his dick.
Bud tooled down the road, Francine holding tight to his waist as he gave his bike some gas and sped onwards.
"We'll be there any minute," Bud yelled to her. Francine gripped him tighter around the waist as he turned up the dirt lane that led to the cabin.
Betty was moaning and gasping as Tommy slid his meat into her, driving his cock in hard. They didn't hear the motorcycle as Bud made the top of the hill and pulled up in front of the cabin.
"Hey, it looks like somebody's here," Francine said.
"Yeah," Bud said. He climbed off the bike and walked around the strange car that was parked in front of the club house."I wonder who it is" he said.
"Let's go in and find out," Francine said.
Bud pushed the door of the cabin open and stepped inside.
Betty screamed as she saw the door open.
"What the hell?" Bud said.
Tommy looked up from where he was pumping his cock into Betty's cunt.
"Bud!" Betty said. "What are you doing here?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bud said.
"That's pretty obvious, isn't it?". Tommy said.
Bob and Paula came to the door of the bedroom.
"Jesus Christ," Bud said. "The place is crawling with them?"
"Paula, this is my brother, Bud," Betty said. Tommy was frozen with his dick halfway inside Betty's snatch.
"How do you do?" Paula said. "This is Bob."
"Hi Bud," Bob said. "Nice to meet you."
"What the hell is this, some kind of tea party?" Francine said.
"Come on, Bud," Tommy said. "Join in. We might as well all get it on."
Bud scratched his head. He felt kind of strange with the four naked people standing and lying around the place.
"Sure," Francine said. "It looks like fun."
She pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it on the floor. She unfastened her bra and let it fall loose.
"Come on, Bud," Bob said. "Get into it."
What the hell? Bud thought. Why not?
He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. He slipped his pants down and stepped out of them. Francine had removed her clothes and was looking at Bob's cock. She stepped over to where he was standing and took hold of it.
"We might as well all be friendly," Francine said. She stroked on Bob's cock and he raised his hands and put them on Francine's jugs. They were really big and his cock sprang up to attention as he felt their soft, pliant flesh.
Tommy pulled his cock out of Betty's pussy and walked over to where Francine was groping Bob. He put his hands on her ass and felt the jiggling flesh of her buttocks.
Bud was stripped now. His cock was getting hard as he watched Francine pull on Bob's dick.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Bud said. Bob and Tommy followed Francine into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed and the three young men piled on.
Francine got up on her hands and knees.
She grabbed hold of Bob's dick and took it in her mouth. She slid her tongue around the head of it and took the shaft down her throat. Betty got up from the couch and walked over to Paula. They stood in the doorway watching as Francine gobbled up Bob's dick. Tommy lay down between Francine's legs and she spread her knees out, sliding down and taking his cockhead into her pussy. She slipped down and Tommy rammed his meat into her snatch.
Bud got up on his knees and got behind Francine. He gripped his cock in his hand and pushed the head of it between the cheeks of her ass. Francine felt Bud's hot, hard prick slide into her asshole as Tommy rammed his meat into her cunt.
Paula put her arm around Betty and pulled her close to her.
"Let her take care of them," Paula said. "Let's go lie down on the couch."
Betty and Paula walked to the couch and sat down on it. Paula leaned back against the arm of the couch and lay back. Betty lay her head between Paula's legs and pressed her mouth to Paula's pussy. Paula felt the warm, wet tongue slide into her cunt as Betty started to eat her out.
Francine was getting it from all sides as she took Bud's dick up her ass, Tommy's in her pussy and sucked on Bob's meat.
Paula put her hands on Betty's head and held it between her legs as Betty sucked on her cunt. She slid her hot tongue inside the girl's box and licked at her pussy, sliding her tongue in deep.
Bob shot his load into Francine's mouth and she swallowed it down. She felt the hard thrusts of the other two boy's cocks as they rammed her pussy and her asshole. Bud shot off in her butt and Tommy squirted his seed into her pussy.
Francine took it all and loved every minute of it.
Chapter Seven
"Hi Billy," Cathy said into the phone. "It's Cathy. How are you?"
Billy was surprised. Cathy had never called him before. He was pleased, though.
"I'm fine," he said. "How are you?"
"Listen," Cathy said, " would you like to come over to my house and hear my new record albums?"
"Sure," Billy said. "That sounds like fun."
"Okay," Cathy said. "Come on over."
Billy hung up the phone. He was really happy.
Cathy put the phone down and walked out to the kitchen. Everyone was out. She had the house all to herself. She opened the refrigerator and took out a soda. This was going to be fun.
Billy jumped on his bicycle and rode the short distance to the Anderson house. He was tickled that Cathy had called him. He rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer the door.
"Come on in, Billy," Cathy said as she opened the door. Billy walked into the house and Cathy closed the door behind him.
She was wearing shorts and a halter top. She really looked cute. Her pony tail hung down her back and it switched from side to side as she walked up the stairs, leading the way to her room. Billy followed her and watched her ass wiggle as she walked up the steps in front of him.
"This is my room," Cathy said. She closed the door behind Billy and they were alone.
"There are the records," Cathy said. "I joined a record club and this is the package they sent as the introductory offer."
Billy looked through the records. There were some of his favorites in the stack. He chose one and handed it to Cathy.
"Can we hear this one?" Billy said.
"Sure," Cathy said. "I'll put it on."
She took the record out of the jacket and placed it on the turntable. She flipped a switch and the record began to spin. It was a hard rock group and the little room was filling with the sounds of drum beats and electric guitars.
Cathy took Billy's hand and pulled him over to the bed. She lay down on the bed and Billy joined her.
Cathy's hands slid over Billy's body as he lay beside her on the bed. She slipped a hand inside his shirt and felt the tautness of his stomach. Billy felt his dick getting hard as Cathy pressed herself against him. He could feel the softness of her tits as she leaned into him, putting her mouth on his.
Billy's hand rubbed along Cathy's back. He slid his hand under the halter and pulled it around in front of her. His hand closed over her tit and he took her nipple in his fingers and played with it. It responded to his touch and was soon getting hard.
Cathy's hand slid down the front of Billy's body and she groped him, taking hold of his cock through his pants. Billy felt her unzip the zipper and reach inside. She gripped his cock in her hand and pulled it out.
Billy lifted the halter and Cathy's sweet young tits were exposed. He held them in his hands as Cathy slowly stroked his dick. She covered his mouth with hers and slid her tongue into his mouth. Billy felt the tightness in his crotch as his dick got harder and harder. His nuts were aching.
Cathy crawled down the bed and took the head of Billy's cock in her mouth. She closed her lips over it and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Billy gasped as he felt Cathy's hot tongue, licking at his dick. She took about half of it into her warm, wet mouth and slid her tongue around the shaft of it.
Billy moved his hands down and felt Cathy's tits as she sucked on his cock. He gripped her tender young breasts in his hands and pumped his dick into her mouth.
The rock music was blaring through the loudspeakers. As Margaret unlocked the door to the house, her ears were assailed by the heavy beat of the music.
"Cathy!" she called up the stairs. "Cathy, turn that thing down."
There was no response. Cathy did not hear her mother over the sound of the music that was turned to a very high volume. She lay between Billy's legs, her mouth on his cock, sliding it in and out of her warm, wet mouth as Billy humped his hips upwards, driving his cock down her throat.
Margaret walked up the stairs. Cathy knew better than to play her phonograph so loud. Even if there wasn't anyone else at home, she knew that there was a certain level that she was supposed to play her music at.
Margaret turned the knob to the door of Cathy's room and was assailed by the sound from the speakers.
"Cathy. . ." Margaret started to say. But she stopped.
Cathy looked up from where she was lying. Billy jumped off the bed and stuffed his cock back into his pants.
"Mrs. Anderson," Billy sputtered. "I. . ."
But he didn't finish. There was nothing to say.
"I think you'd better go on home, Billy," Margaret said.
Billy slinked out of the room and ran down the stairs and out of the house. He jumped on his bicycle and sped away.
"I don't know what to say," Margaret said as she stood looking down at Cathy. Cathy had not moved from the bed. Her halter was up and her tits were exposed. She just sat there looking at her mother.
"I'll have to think about it," Margaret said. "I'll talk to you later." She turned off the phonograph and walked out of the room.
Cathy lay back on her bed and slid her hand between her legs. She rubbed her crotch through her shorts and felt the warmth and moistness from her pussy with her hand.
She unzipped her shorts and slipped her hand inside. She felt the soft, furry patch of hair in her crotch and slid a finger along the slit of her cunt. The moistness of her pussy was spreading as she inserted a finger into her twat. She pushed her finger deep into her snatch and rolled her hips back and forth, driving it deeper into her hot littl&box.
Margaret turned on the coffee pot and sat down at her place in the kitchen. She didn't know how to deal with what she had found in Cathy's room. She wished that she hadn't come home early and found Cathy and Billy. It would have been better not to know.
Cathy gasped as she felt the hot rush of her cum spreading over her finger. She drove her finger into her snatch and goaned as she writhed on the bed. Over and over again her hot quim juice released and coated her finger with its sweet ooze.
Cathy pulled her finger out of her snatch and caught her breath. She was still hot and ready for action. She climbed out of bed and took off her shorts. She put on a skirt and pulled a sweater on. Then she tiptoed down the stairs and walked out the front door. She closed it as quietly as she could behind her and ran across the porch and down the street.
"I can't imagine what has happened," Margaret said to Jim. "She was in her room the last I knew."
"She can't have just vanished," Jim said. "Didn't she say anything?"
"Nothing," Margaret said. "Not a thing."
"She's been acting very strangely since that 'thing' happened to her," Jim said. "Do you think we should call the police?"
"I'm afraid so," Margaret said. "There isn't anything else to do." Jim walked to the phone and dialed the number of the police station. He waited while the phone rang and then someone answered.
The car slowed down and stopped. Cathy opened the door and climbed in.
"Hi," she said to the man who was driving. "Where you headed?"
"I'm going to Chicago," the man said.
"Great," Cathy said. "I'll go with you."
She slid over in the seat next to the man and reached in between his legs and took hold of his dick.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the man asked as Cathy groped him.
"Take it out," Cathy said. "Let me suck you off while you drive." She unzipped his zipper and reached her hand inside. Cathy's fingers closed around the man's prick and she pulled it out of his pants. She bent over and took it into her mouth and began to suck on his cock.
The man shifted into drive and pressed his foot down on the accelerator.
Cathy's tongue slid around the head of the man's cock. She licked the shaft of his meat as she slipped her mouth down along it and took it into her throat. He could feel the warm wetness of her tongue as he gunned the gas pedal and they sped off as Cathy sucked on his dong.
Cathy's hand slipped inside the man's pants and she gripped his balls in her hand while she slid her mouth up and down on his prick. He spread his legs out and Cathy pulled his nuts out of the opening in his pants. She took one of his balls in her mouth and licked it while she stroked on his prong with her hand.
The man was weaving on the road as he pumped his cock upwards. Cathy took it back in her mouth and drove it down her throat. She sucked and licked at his cock as he pumped his meat into her mouth. Cathy felt the tension in his nuts as she held onto them. He rammed his hand down on the back of her head and drove his cock into her mouth. Cathy took his load into her mouth and swallowed it. She gulped down the hot, creamy cum as it spurted from the head of his cock and slid down her throat.
Cathy sat up and slid back to her own side of the car. The man stuffed his dick back inside his pants and zipped up.
"I'm going to have to stop for gas," the man said.
He pulled off the road and drove into a filling station that was at the side of the road. Cathy said she was going to the wash room and slipped out of the car.
The wash rooms were located in the rear of the station. Cathy found the ladies room and went inside.
When she came out there was a big burly man leaving the men's room. Cathy liked the looks of the big bulge in the front of the man's pants.
"Where are you headed?" Cathy asked him.
"St. Louis," the big man said.
"Would you give me a ride?" Cathy asked.
"Sure," the guy said. "It's the big truck parked out front. I have to pick up some things from the station. Wait in the truck for me.
Cathy nodded and slipped around the side of the station. The man she had come this far with was waiting in his car. She stayed close to the building and waited until she saw that he was looking the other way, then she darted across the open space and made it to the truck. She climbed up and opened the door. She slid onto the seat and slammed the door behind her.
"What are you doing on the floor?" the trucker said when he climbed into the cab.
"There's somebody out there I don't want to see," Cathy said.
The trucker thought she was acting a little strange, but figured it would be alright. He stepped on the gas, shifted into gear and they took off.
Cathy stayed down on the floor of the cab until they were out on the road. Then she sat up in the seat beside the truck driver.
"Name's Fred," the trucker said.
"Hi," Cathy said. "My name is Bonnie."
Cathy could not have explained why she had decided to lie about her name. There was a lot about her behavior in the last few days that she could not have explained.
They drove onwards down the highway and Cathy slid over next to the trucker. She put her hand on his leg and slid it upwards to his crotch. She felt the healthy bulge of his dick and groped him.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" the trucker grinned as Cathy pulled the zipper on his pants down. She reached inside his pants and took hold of his dick. It was getting hard as she pulled it out of his pants and held it tightly in her hand.
Cathy slid the skin back from the head of the man's cock and rubbed it with her thumb. She felt the slick ooze that was forming from the piss slit in the head of the man's cock and covered the head of his cock with it. She pulled on the shaft of his dick and slid the foreskin back and forth over the head of it.
"Suck it," the trucker said. "Go on, little girl. Suck my dick."
Cathy bent over and opened her mouth. She spread the foreskin back from the head of the trucker's cock and took it into her mouth. Her tongue slid along the ridge just under the head of his prick and she licked at the head.
"That feels great," the trucker said. "Really great."
Cathy slid her mouth down on the shaft of his cock. It was big and filled her mouth as she took as much of his dick into her hot little mouth as she could. She slid her tongue round and round the thick stick of meat and rammed it as far into her mouth as it would go.
The trucker leaned back against the back of the seat and pushed his hips up. He drove his thick cock into Cathy's mouth, shoving it in as far as he could. He felt her warm, moist lips closed tight around the staff of his meat and her tongue rubbing against it as she slid her head up and down. Cathy was doing a great job on his cock and he felt the tightening in his nuts as he got ready to shoot off.
He grabbed hold of Cathy's head and shoved it down on his dick. He buried his meat in her mouth as he shot off, spreading his cum down her throat as he pumped his dick into the hot, wet mouth.
Cathy kept on sucking on his dick after he had shot off. She couldn't get enough of it. She licked and sucked on his prick, sliding it down her throat and holding it tightly with her lips.
The trucker felt his cock hardening again as Cathy continued to suck on it as they drove ahead.
"Could she have run away?" Officer McNamara asked.
Margaret and Jim had not wanted to admit it to themselves. But that seemed to be the only answer.
"That seems to be it," Jim said. Margaret stifled a sob and Jim put his arm around her shoulder.
"Any ideas on where she might be headed?" McNamara asked.
"N-one," Margaret said. "None at all."
"We'll need a photo of her and if you have any idea what she was wearing that might help too," McNamara said.
Margaret went to the mantle and took down the framed photo of Cathy that was there.
"This is the best one we have of her," she said as she handed the photo to the policeman.
"Cute kid," McNamara said. "We'll have this copied and send it out on the wire service. She should be fairly easy to spot."
Jim walked to the door with the officer and let him out. He returned to the living room and sat down on the couch beside Margaret.
"Don't worry, Margaret," Jim said. "They'll find her."
"Oh Jim," Margaret said. She threw herself into his arms and sobbed. He put his arms around her and held her as she cried against his shoulder.
The truck pulled up in front of a diner and the trucker parked. Cathy jumped out of the cab and walked with the driver into the restaurant.
"Hi Fred," the waitress said. "Who's this?"
Cathy and Fred sat down at the counter.
"This here is Bonnie," Fred told the waitress.
"What ya doin', kid," the waitress asked.
"Running away from home?"
"No," Cathy said. "I don't have a home."
Fred took the menu that the waitress held out to him and studied it. The waitress gave Cathy a hard look. She knew there was something odd about Cathy. She hoped Fred wouldn't get in trouble over her. It was obvious that Cathy was a runaway and she was lying.
"Guess I'll have the pot roast," Fred said. "How about you, Bonnie?"
"Just a hamburger," Cathy said. "And a Coke."
The waitress went to fill the order and Fred lit a cigarette. Cathy looked around and saw the ladies room. She excused herself and slipped off the stool and walked across the diner to the wash room.
"Where did you find that kid?" the waitress asked Fred. "You know she's a runaway."
"That's what it looks like," Fred said. "I picked her up at a filling station outside of Wilmington."
"Well, you'd better dump her," the waitress said. "The cops are probably looking for her. You could really get in a lot of trouble."
"I know," Fred. said. "But what can I do? I can't just leave her."
"If you're smart you will," the waitress said. "You want me to call the cops?"
"No," Fred said. "Let me take her to St. Louis. I'll leave her at my sister's house. She'll know what to do with her."
"Okay," the waitress said. "It's your neck." Cathy came back from the wash room and sat down beside Fred. The waitress brought their food and they began to eat it.
When they were done, Fred paid the bill and they went back out to the truck.
"You want to crawl up in back and take a nap?" Fred asked Cathy.
"Sure," Cathy said. "That would be great." She crawled into the bunk that was fixed up in the back of the truck cab and was soon fast asleep as the truck sped into the night, carrying her farther and farther away from home.
Chapter Eight
Margaret stared at the spot on the mantle where Cathy's picture had been. The space between Betty's and Bud's pictures seemed to be a great emptiness. She had not realized how much Cathy had meant to them all. She was such a sweet girl, always laughing.
The house echoed with silence. Margaret listened for the sound of Cathy's laughter. All she heard was the ticking of the clock.
Margaret jumped at the sound of the doorbell. It was like a shot in the quiet house. She went to the door and opened it.
"Hello Carl," Margaret said to the tall Swede who stood at the door. "Come in."
Carl Swenson walked into the house and Margaret closed the door after him.
"Have you heard anything about Cathy?" Carl asked.
"No," Margaret said. "Not a word. The police have sent her picture everywhere, but there's no news yet."
"She'll turn up," Carl said. "Don't worry."
"Oh, Carl," Margaret said. "I can't help it. I think about her all the time."
Margaret felt Carl's arms surround her. The big Swede pressed her body to his. She put her arms around his waist and raised her face to his. Carl's lips pressed against Margaret's and he slid his tongue into her mouth.
Margaret felt the hard bulge in Carl's crotch press against her. She pushed her body tighter to his and felt his dick grow hard. Carl put his hands on Margaret's ass and pulled her to him.
She felt his strength as he crushed her body to his, pressing his hard cock between her legs. Margaret's hands slid over Carl's body as she abandoned herself to his embrace.
Maraget pulled slightly away form Carl. She reached down and felt his hard, thick cock through the rough fabric of his pants. His meat was raging hard as she slid her hand along the outline of it. She fumbled with the zipper and pulled it down. Carl's cock flopped out of his pants and Margaret stroked it with her hand.
Carl unbuttoned Margaret's dress and slipped his hands inside. He cupped her tits in his hands as she pulled on his dick. His cock was really hard and the touch of her hand was like fire.
"Let's go upstairs," Carl said. Margaret followed him as they walked up the stairs and along the hall. He pushed open the door to the bedroom and the went inside.
Margaret pulled her dress off over her head and laid it on a chair. Carl took off his shirt and lay it down on the bed. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Margaret unsnapped her bra and her tits fell loose and free. Carl's thick cock jutted out from his crotch as he pulled down his shorts and took them off.
Margaret removed her panties and lay down on the bed. She held her arms out and Carl lay down beside her. Carl pushed his body against Margaret's. He could feel her softness surrounding him as Margaret lifted one of her legs and put it over Carl. His hands caressed her tits as she rubbed her body against his, her furry pussy sliding along the thick shaft of his dick.
Carl pulled himself up and lay down on top of Margaret. She spread her legs and he nestled between them. Carl slid his cock along the hot slit of her cunt as he covered her mouth with his. Margaret took hold of Carl's cock and guided the head between her legs. She felt the thick, hard rod of his fuck tool slide into her hot pussy. Carl pushed his dick inside and felt the smooth channel of her cunt accept his protruding prong.
The slow steady rhythm that Carl established, brought Margaret to a frenzy. She shifted her hips, pressing upwards against the hardness of his slow thrusts. Carl felt the tight moistness of her pussy grip at his dick as he slid it in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
Margaret put her arms around Carl, pulling him down on top of her. He slid his dick into her pussy, driving it slowly and steadily as he pumped into Margaret's hungry cunt. She gripped at the shaft of his meat with her pussy muscles, sucking and grasping as he slid slowly in and out of her cunt.
Carl's hard, muscular back felt great to Margaret's touch. She dug her fingers into his flesh as he raised himself up and plunged his meat into her pussy, driving it hard and deep. Carl's cock was throbbing as he rammed it into the depths, driving hard and long. He pulled his cock out to the head and felt the tight lips of her cunt grip at it. Then he slammed it into her pussy, plunging deep. Margaret gasped as she felt the hard, driving power of his huge dick ramming into her cunt.
Carl pulled his cock out to the head and held it there. Margaret opened and closed her cunt, gripping at his dick head and releasing it then gripping again. Carl slowly pushed his meat inside her, sliding into the soft, moist inner cave of her love nest.
Margaret felt the warm juices of her pussy spreading as Carl's cock excited her sensitive, tender pussy. She dug her fingers into his body and gasped at the feelings that Carl was creating in her.
Carl pulled his dick out to the head and then rammed it in. He slammed his hips down on top of Margaret, pounding his meat into her hot cunt. Margaret cried out as she felt the hard, driving plunges of his dick as he banged it into her, filling her cunt with his hot meat.
Carl's cock pulsated as he felt the warm cum racing from his balls, down the long, thick shaft of his prick and exploding inside Margaret's pussy. He slammed his meat into her and Margaret gasped as she felt the hot, squirting jets of his creamy cum shooting off inside her pussy.
Carl slid off of Margaret and lay on the bed beside her. She lay in the warm afterglow of the fuck and breathed deeply. Her hand slid over Carl's body and she took hold of his cock and held it in her hand. She slowly stroked his prick and felt it getting hard again.
"Bonnie, this is my sister Arline," Fred said.
"Hi Arline," Cathy said.
Arline raised an eyebrow and gave Fred a look.
"Well, come on in the house," Arline said. "There ain't no sense standing out here on the porch."
Fred and Cathy followed Arline into the house. It was a dingy little place with linoleum on the floor of the living room and laundry hanging on a rack.
"Bonnie's folks were killed in a car accident," Fred said. "She doesn't have any place to stay. I thought maybe she could stay here with you and the kids. I'll give you some money to help out."
"I guess one more won't hurt," Arline said. "I don't know where she'll sleep though."
There was a loud ruckus from another room and a crash.
"What the hell is going on in there?" Arline yelled.
"Nothing," a girl called back. "Nothing at all."
"The hell there isn't," Arline said. "What are you up to in there?"
"It's okay, Mom," a male voice called. "We're just playing."
"Well, don't make so damned much noise about it," Arline said. "Come on out here. There's somebody I want you to meet and your Uncle Fred is here."
There was another crash and a teenage boy came running into the room. He was naked, except for his jockey shorts. Cathy saw the big bulge in the front of his shorts as he stopped in front of her.
"This is Bonnie," Arline said. "She's going to; stay with us."
"Hi, Bonnie," the boy said. "I'm Jerry."
A girl walked into the room. She was about Cathy's age and was dressed in blue jeans and a sweat shirt.
"Maureen," Arline said. "This is Bonnie. Your Uncle Fred brought her to us. She's going to live with us."
Cathy and Maureen exchanged greetings. Jerry scratched his balls and grinned at her.
"Jerry, go put some clothes on and stop playing with your dick," Arline said. "Bonnie will think we're all a bunch of animals."
"Shit," Jerry said. He grabbed hold of his cock and gave it a squeeze.
"Go on,"' Arline said. She slapped Jerry on the ass and he shuffled into the other room.
"I got to get down to the warehouse," Fred said. "I'll come back later." Fred kissed his sister and Cathy and left the house.
"Come on, Bonnie," Maureen said. "I'll show you around."
Cathy went with Maureen into the other room. It was a bedroom with bunk beds. Jerry was lying on the top bunk. He was stroking his cock inside his shorts and it was hard.
"Jesus Christ, Jerry," Maureen said. "Stop that. .You're some kind of a sex nut."
"Aw, hell," Jerry said. "Why don't you suck it for me?" He pulled down his shorts and held his cock in his hand.
Cathy walked over to the bunk bed and reached out her hand. She took hold of Jerry's prick and gripped it. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and leaned back against the wall. She stepped between his outspread legs and took his cock in her mouth.
Maureen stared at Cathy as she watched her take her brother's dick in her mouth. Jerry pushed his ass to the edge of the bed and drove his dick into Cathy's mouth.
She held his balls in her hand as she took the boy's hard, thick cock into her mouth and slid her tongue around the shaft of it. Cathy's throat opened and Jerry pushed his prick deep.
Maureen walked over to the bunk beds and sat down on the lower one. She pushed Cathy's skirt up and took hold of her panties. She slid them down to Cathy's ankles and tucked her skirt up in the waist band. Cathy's hot little pussy was right in front of Maureen. She leaned forward and began to lick Cathy's hot little slit. Cathy spread her legs out and felt Maureen's tongue slip into her tight little twat. She held onto Jerry's balls as she took his cock down her throat and pumped her ass, taking Maureen's warm, wet tongue into her pussy.
Maureen's fingers pulled the lips of Cathy's cunt open and her tongue darted in and out of the tight little slit as Cathy sucked on her brother's cock. She tasted the sweet cream of Cathy's pussy as Cathy let go with her hot flow. She. licked up the juices as Cathy poured them onto her tongue.
Jerry's hard cock was driving into Cathy's mouth. He grabbed her head with his hands and held it between them. His cock plunged into her mouth and he shot his wad, filling her mouth with his cum. Cathy stepped back and gulped down Jerry's load. She stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.
"Hey, Bonnie," Jerry said. "You're okay."
"I think we're all going to get along just fine," Maureen said.
"I think so, too," Cathy said. "Take off your jeans, Maureen. Let me eat out your pussy."
Maureen stood up and slipped her jeans down and stepped out of them. She lay down on the bed and Cathy crawled between her legs and thrust her tongue into Maureen's cunt.
"What are you all doing in there?" Arline called from the living room.
"Just getting acquainted, Mom," Jerry yelled. He slipped off the bunk and knelt on the end of the bed. He leaned down and slid his hand under Cathy and prodded her pussy with his fingers as she licked at Maureen's slit. He grabbed hold of his cock with his other hand and stroked it as it began to get hard again.
"No, Mr. Anderson," McNamara said into the phone. "There's still no word. But don't worry, we'll find her. She can't have just vanished."
"Alright," Jim said. "But you'll call us the minute you hear anything, won't you?"
"Of course," McNamara said. "The minute we hear anything."
Jim put down the phone. It rang almost immediately.
"Hello," Jim said as he picked up the receiver.
"Hi, Dad," Bud said. "It's me."
"Hi, Bud," Jim said. "What's up?"
"A waitress out here on the highway at a truck stop says she saw Cathy. She was in here the ... other night with a truck driver. They were headed for St. Louis," Bud said.
"Great," Jim said. "Where are you now?"
"I'm at the diner," Bud said. "I want to ride down to St. Louis and see if I can find her."
"Let me call McNamara," Jim said. "I'll tell him what you said."
"Okay," Bud said. "I'll call you when I get to St. Louis."
Bud put down the receiver and walked out of the phone booth. He climbed on his motorcycle and took off.
Betty raised her head and looked across the room at Paula. She was standing naked in front of the mirror brushing her hair.
"God, you're beautiful," Betty said. "I never get tired looking at you."
"That's sweet," Paula said. "I kind of like you, too." She turned and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Betty reached up with her hand and stroked Paula's cheek. Her skin was so soft and smooth, it was almost like a baby's.
"Paula," Betty said. "Let's make love."
"Best offer I've had all afternoon," Paula said. She slid her legs onto the bed and lay down beside Betty.
Paula's round, full breasts brushed against Betty's smaller ones as she wrapped her arms around the dark haired girl. Betty felt the warmth of Paula's flesh as she pulled herself against her friend. She pressed her soft lips to Paula's and felt a shudder race through the other girl's body as their legs entwined.
Paula's sleek blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Betty placed her hands on the back of Paula's neck and pulled her face to her own. She slipped her tongue into Paula's mouth and felt the warm, sweet breath of the other girl against her lips.
Paula slid a hand between Betty's legs and delicately pushed along the crevice of Betty's cunt. She felt the hot, wet lips of Betty's pussy open to receive her inquiring finger as she deftly inserted one into Betty's hot box. Betty gasped as she felt the fingertip brush against the tip of her clit. Paula plucked at the tender flesh of Betty's pussy as she drove her tongue into Betty's mouth.
Betty took hold of Paula's tits. She loved the feel of their pliant fullness. She lifted and pressed her hands together, holding Paula's jugs in the palms of her hands.
Paula's finger slid into Betty's hot, wet cunt. She slithered it back and forth, exploring the warm darkness of Betty's gash. Betty could hardly get her breath as she felt the warm flow of her quim fluids cut loose and swamp Paula's finger with warm, slick juice.
Paula rammed her finger harder, driving into the depths of Betty's hot cunt as Betty pressed her mouth to one of Paula's tits and began to suck on it. She took the tender pink nipple between her teeth and nibbled at it as her tongue slashed around and over the tip of it. Paula's nipple began to harden at the stimulation of Betty's tongue and she slid her finger deeper in to the girl's pussy, pressing hard and driving it in to the depths.
Betty held the warm flesh of Paula's tit in her hand and teased the nipple with her teeth and tongue. Paula felt a warm rush inside her own cunt as Betty flooded her finger with her hot, slick love juice.
Paula slid down on the bed, spreading Betty's legs, apart. She placed her hands under Betty's ass and slid her tongue along the hot, wet slit of Betty's pussy. Betty cried out in ecstasy as she felt the slick warmth of Paula's tongue licking at her gash. She put her hands on Paula's head and pressed the girl's mOuth to her crotch. Paula's tongue flicked in and out of Betty's slit, hcking and lapping at the hot flow of love cream that was spreading from the release of Betty's pussy.
Betty gripped Paula's head with her hands, pulling it into her, forcing Paula's tongue farther into her cunt. She felt the flicking wetness teasing her clit as Paula rammed her tongue into her box, sucking at the lips of her cunt with her mouth.
"Oh God," Betty cried. "I can't stand it any more. It feels so good. Oh God, it's good."
She pulled Paula's head away from her �natch. She was gasping and moaning as Paula slid her body upwards, lying on top of Betty and pressing her smooth, silky body down on top of Betty's.
Paula's hot crotch was pressed against Betty's. She rubbed her body up and down, pushing her cunt against Betty's bush. Betty dug her fingers into Paula's ass, pushing her down on top of her, ramming her mound upwards, sliding against the hot warmth of Paula's pussy.
Paula crawled up and straddled Betty's shoulders. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the wall above the bed. BettyV tongue slid along the hot gash of Paula's cunt, licking the sweet, soft skin and sliding into the warmth of Paula's pussy.
"Lick it," Paula cried. "Lick my pussy. Suck it. Suck that cunt."
Betty's tongue was driving deep into Paula's twat, licking and sucking at the hot juices that were pouring out onto her lips. She rammed her fingers into her own cunt and pinched her clit as she ate out Paula's box.
Betty drove her fingers into her slit, plucking at her hard, taut clit as she drank in the love juices that swelled and flowed from Paula's sweet pussy. She sucked them down and Paula gasped as she came again and again, filling Betty's mouth with her quim cum.
"Hi, Cathy," Bud said. "I've come to take you home."
Cathy flung herself into Bud's arms and pressed her face against his chest. She was sobbing as she stood on the porch of the little house.
"Oh, Bud," she cried. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"Come on," Bud said. "Let's go."
He held his arm around Cathy's waist as they walked down the steps and over to his motorcycle that was parked at the curb.
Cathy climbed on the bike behind Bud and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her face against his back as Bud revved up the bike and took off down the street.
"Where's Bonnie going?" Jerry asked Arline as they watched her disappear down the street with Bud.
"I don't know," Arline said. "But I don't think we'll see her again." She stepped back from the window and looked at her son. Jerry's cock was hard in his shorts. "Go put some clothes on. You're disgusting."
Cathy sat at the window of her bedroom and looked out at the early morning light. The flowering tree outside her window was shedding its blossoms. She heard the sounds from the kitchen of her mother preparing breakfast.
School was beginning again for the fall semester and she was really looking forward to it.
"Cathy," Margaret called from the foot of the stairs. "Breakfast is ready. Come on down."
She stood up and looked around her room. It looked different to her now. Everything looked different. Cathy looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She liked the new haircut she had gotten. It suited her better than the ponytail style that she had always worn. Her tits were bigger too. They pushed out the front of her sweater quite invitingly.
She walked out of her room and skipped down the stairs.
"Good morning, everybody," Cathy said as she joined the family group in the kitchen.
They all bade her good morning as she sat down at the table.
"You look pretty," Jim said. "Just like a princess."
"Thank you, Daddy," Cathy said. "I feel great."
Nothing had been said about where Cathy had been when she ran away. They were so grateful to get her back that they didn't question her. It was her secret and she would never tell anyone.
"I can't wait to get started at my new job," Betty said. "I'm so excited."
"I wish you would reconsider about taking that apartment with Paula," Margaret said. "It will seem very strange without you living here."
"Well, I have to leave home sometime," Betty said. "I can't live here forever."
"True," Margaret said. "But it just seems so sudden."
"You'll get used to the idea, Mother," Betty said. "And besides it's not like I was leaving town or anything. I'll probably be over here more than I am now."
Bud jumped up from the table and grabbed his leather jacket that was hanging on a hook by the kitchen door.
"See you all later," he yelled over his shoulder as he ran out the door.
"That Bud," Betty said. "He just gets worse all the time."
Betty walked down the street quickly. She was looking neither left nor right.
As she walked, her little round tits were bouncing gaily as she hurried on. The roar of the bikes assailed her ears as she reached the vacant lot near the school where Cathy went. She frowned at the noise. Stupid bikers, she thought. Probably some of the greasers that her brother hung out with.
Jocko and Zero signaled to each other as they came up behind Betty. The slowed down and pulled up behind Betty.
"Hey, sweetness, where ya headed?" Jocko called to he.
Betty tried to ignore the young man. His greasy hair hung over his forehead and he shook his head to get it out of his eyes.
"Yeah, what's your hurry?" Zero called to her.
If she could just get to the school yard, Betty thought. She'd run into the school and get away from the bikers. She was beginning to get nervous. They were riding very close to her now, their bikes slowed to the pace as which she was walking. Betty nervously glanced over her shoulder behind her.
"Want some of this?" Jocko called to her. He groped himself as he revved the motor of his machine.
"Go away," Betty said, "Leave me alone."
"Sure," Zero said. "We'll leave you alone, won't we?" he said to Jocko.
"Sure thing," Jocko said. "We'll leave you alone - as soon as you suck us off."
"Go away," Betty said. "You make me sick."
The two bikers surrounded her. They rode their bikes in a circle, cutting her off from the busy school yard that was approaching.
"Make you sick, huh?" Zero said. "Well, listen shit head," his voice suddenly became rough. "Pussy licking dykes make us sick. Let's get her, Jocko."
Jocko and Zero jumped off their bikes and Zero grabbed Betty's arms and pulled them behind her. Jocko pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt and snapped them on Betty's wrists.. She screamed and Jocko pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth.
"Let's get her out of here," Zero said. They hustled Betty over to Jocko's bike and forced her to climb on. Jocko mounted the bike and gunned the gas. They took off down the street, Betty handcuffed behind Jocko, trying to keep her balance as the bike careened out towards the country.
Zero followed, keeping an eye on Betty to make sure she didn't fall off.
"It's just a game we're playing," Zero yelled to a curious passerby who seemed alarmed at the handcuffed girl on the back of the motorcycle.
Betty couldn't make any noise with the hanky stuffed in her mouth. Her wrists were hurting from the handcuffs and she was terrified.
They turned up the dirt lane to the cabin where Betty had gone that night with Paula and the boys and had been discovered by Bud. She was really scared now, because of the isolation of the place. She knew that there was nothing she could do once they got to the cabin, but submit to the will of the boys.
Betty thought about falling off the bike, but with Zero right behind them, he would probably run over her as she rolled in the road. She tried to keep her balance. It was difficult with her hands cuffed behind her. She would just have to try to talk her way out of it.
The bikes stopped in the yard in front of the cabin and Zero and Jocko climbed off. They grabbed Betty by the arm and pulled her from the bike.
"Come on inside," Jocko said. "We've got a nice surprise for you."
They hustled Betty to the door of the cabin and kicked it in. Betty was propelled through the door and went sprawling on the floor in the old cabin. She looked up and would have screamed but for the handkerchief in her mouth.
Paula was trussed up, tied to a chair in the cabin. She was completely naked and her legs were spread wide as her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. Betty could see her pretty pink pussy spread wide open.
"Isn't that a nice surprise?" Zero said. He walked over to where Betty was kneeling on the floor and pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth.
"You creeps," she yelled. "Let us go. We haven't done anything to you."
"No, but you're about to," Jocko said. "Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," Zero said. "You're about to take care of us." He grabbed Betty by the arm and pulled her up. She staggered to her feet as Zero roughly pulled at her.
"What are you going to do?" Betty cried as he pushed her towards the bedroom.
"Shut up," he said. "You'll find out."
Betty fell on the bed, the handcuffs biting into her wrists as Zero shoved her into the room. She screamed as he reached under her skirt and grabbed hold of her panties. He ripped them off her and threw them against the wall.
"That's better," Zero said. "Now we can get something done."
He pulled down his zipper and his thick cock flopped out. Betty watched in horror as the greasy young man climbed onto the bed beside her and stroked his meat. He slapped at her legs.
"Open up, bitch," he said. "You're gonna get fucked."
"Please don't," Betty cried. "Please don't." She wriggled and tried to get away, but the handcuffs were hurting her so much that all she could do was attempt to stop him from finding his mark as Zero edged his way between her legs and tried to shove his dick into her pussy.
"Here," Jocko said shoving Paula into the room. "I brought her girl friend too. Let her watch."
Paula was still tied firmly to the chair. Jocko was dragging the chair backwards. He positioned Paula near the bed and turned her face towards what was happening there.
Paula was gagged and couldn't make a sound. All she could do was watch as Zero placed his hands on Betty's knees and pushed them open. He crawled up between her legs and poked the head of his cock at Betty's slit. Betty cried out as she felt the dick head slip into her pussy.
"Stop!" Betty screamed. "Please stop!"
"Shut up, you fucking dyke," Zero yelled.
"Shut up and take my dick."
He grabbed hold of his cock and placed the head firmly at the opening of Betty's pussy. He shoved and she felt the thick, hard meat of his dick slide into her cunt. She screamed.
"Hey, she likes it," Jocko said. "She can't get enough of it. Give her some more."
Zero slammed his prick into Betty's pussy, shoving and ramming it as hard as she could. Betty felt the thick dick ripping her open as the greasy biker slid his cock all the way into her cunt.
Paula was whimpering as she watched Betty being raped by the filthy biker. She tried to look away, but Jocko grabbed hold of her face and turned it towards the bed.
"Watch, bitch," he said. "Watch to see how your girl friend takes it."
Paula watched as Betty lay on the bed, her arms bent behind her and Jocko plunging his meat into her pussy.
Betty was crying out at the power of the thrusts of the man's cock. He was really shoving it to her, slamming his hard, thick cock into her pussy as hard as he could. She prayed that it would soon end.
"Hey, that's making me hot," Jocko said. "I want to get in on it too. Open up, cunt." He stepped up to the side of the bed and unzipped his fly. He reached inside and pulled out his huge cock. He slapped Betty in the face with his prick as he bent down over her face.
"Open that mouth and take my cock, cunt," he said. "Open up."
Betty clamped her teeth shut tight. She could not do anything about the man who was plunging his dick into her pussy, but she'd be damned if she'd take another one in her mouth.
"Open up, I said," Jocko yelled, slapping her painfully across the face. Betty opened her mouth to scream and Jocko slid his dick into her mouth, stuffing her full of his hot, -hard cock meat.
Zero grabbed her tits and began to pinch the nipples as he pounded his dick into her pussy. Jocko was sliding his cock in and out of Betty's mouth, gagging her with the size of his tool as he slid it down her throat.
"Take it," he yelled. "Take all of it."
Betty chocked back the vomit as the cock prodded her in the mouth. She felt the dick sliding down her throat as Jocko slid his meat pole into her mouth, shoving it hard and fast.
Jocko was getting ready to shoot his load as he plunged his cock all the way to the hilt inside Betty's pussy. He felt the tight muscles of her cunt gripping at his dick as he slid it in, pulled out to the head, and then rammed it in again, fillling her hot cunt with the power of his thrusts.
Jock plunged his dick down Betty's throat and rammed. He felt her teeth tearing at the flesh of his meat pole as he rammed it into her throat.
"Watch the teeth, bitch," he yelled. "No biting."
Betty would have like to sink her teeth hard into the shaft of meat that was stuffing her mouth. She would like to have bitten into it and drawn blood, but she didn't dare. God knew what they might do to her if she did. All she could do was lie there while Zero slammed his dick into her cunt and Jocko rammed her mouth full of his hot meat.
"Hold her down," Jocko said. "I'm going to shoot my load."
Zero planted his hands on Betty's shoulders, still sliding his cock fast and furiously into her wet pussy. He pinned her to the bed as Jocko pumped his dick into her mouth. Betty gagged as the hot, white cream of Jocko's cum spurted into her mouth and filled her throat. She jerked her head, and Jocko's cock flopped out of her mouth.
"Oh God," he yelled. "I can't stop. I can't stop."
Jocko's prick was squirting rivers of cum as he stood squatting over Betty's face. His load splattered into her face and covered her with his thick, creamy load.
Zero plunged his meat in all the way and let go with his wad of gism. He filled Betty's cunt with his meat as he pumped his load into her pussy, banging away at her as she took the full shock of Jocko's load into her face.
Zero pulled out and stood up. He looked down at Betty lying on the bed, her face covered with cum, her pussy dripping from the overflow of his load.
"Hey, she's all messy," Jocko said as he stood up and stuffed his dick back into his pants. "Let her girl friend clean her off. She might like it."
He walked over to where Paula was tied to the chair. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and flicked it open. He cut the ropes that were holding her to the chair.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Your girl friend's all sloppy with gism. Lick it off." He pulled Paula by the arm and shoved her towards Betty on the bed.
Paula stumbled and fell to her knees at Betty's head.
"Lick the cum off her face," Jocko said. "Lap it up, like a good puppy."
He grabbed hold of Paula's long blonde hair and pulled her face down to Betty's. He shoved her head down and she touched Betty's cum covered cheeks with her own. The sticky white gism rubbed between their faces, coating them both with its slick wetness. "Lick it up," I said. "Go on." Zero watched as Jocko pulled on Paula's hair. She opened her mouth to scream and he shoved her face against Betty's. Her tongue touched the wads of cum on Betty's face and she had to take it into her mouth.
"That's it," Zero said. "Lick her clean. Then we'll let you clean up her pussy, too. It's got my cum spilling out of it."
Betty lay on the bed while Paula licked her face, sucking up the cold cum that was beginning to dry on her skin. She slid her tongue around Betty's mouth and over her eyes and nose. She tasted the cum and swallowed it down.
"Good girl," Jocko said. "Get it all. Lick it all up."
Paula licked and lapped at Betty's face, gagging as she licked the greaser's cum from her lover's face.
"That's good," Zero said. "Now you can clean her cunt."
Jocko pulled her up again and shoved her down on the bed. Zero spread Betty's legs apart and Jocko shoved Paula between Betty's legs.
"Lick her out," Jocko said. "Lick that pussy.
You know how to do it, come on and show us."
Paula slid her tongue out of her mouth as she pressed her face into Betty's crotch. She tasted the stale cum that was coating Betty's dripping cunt. She licked it up and swallowed it. Then she parted the lips of Betty's pussy with her fingers and thrust her tongue inside.
Betty felt the wet warm tongue sliding into her cunt. She had always loved the way Paula had sucked her cunt and even now with the two bikers watching and making Paula do it, she felt he thrill of Paula's loving".
"Hey they, really like it," Jocko said. "Look at that girl go."
Paula was reaming out the slick walls of Betty's pussy, licking out Zero's cum as she lay on the bed. Jocko and Zero watched as she plunged her tongue into Betty's pussy, driving it in deep and licking out the hot hole that Zero had just fucked.
Betty felt the power of Paula's tongue and released a flood of her own love juice. Paula sucked it up and swallowed it down, mingling it with the stale cum from the fuck Zero had given her.
"Good," Jocko, said. "Everybody got what they wanted."
Cathy was pressed agianst the back seat of the car. Billy was on top of her ramming his dick into her pussy. She gripped at his body, pulling him down hard on top of her. She panted and gasped as she felt the flow of her pussy juice spreading and coating the boy's cock as he rammed it to her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Cathy cried. "Oh, Billy fuck me good."
Billy was really sliding his pole into the young girl. She was gasping as he slid his dick into her cunt all the way, driving it deep and hard. Cathy cried out in joy as she felt the boy's load pump into her. She gripped at his ass and pulled hard, plunging his meat into her pussy as he unloaded his gun inside her.
Billy pulled up from Cathy and his prick slid out of her hot young cunt. Cathy grabbed hold of his cock and tried to shove it back inside her pussy. She humped her hips up off the seat of the car, pressing Billy's flaccid cock against her muff.
"Fuck me, Billy," she cried "Fuck me again and again and again."
Margaret sat down at the kitchen table. The breakfast dishes were done and she decided to have a cup of coffee. Her thoughts fell, as usual, on her family.
Such a wonderful life they had, she thought. Other than the few discordant notes that one always has with a number of brothers and sisters, there was no serious conflict between the family members.
Bud was always on his motorcycle these days. Since he had busted up with Jocko and Zero he was much more a loner. That was fine with her.
Betty had Paula now. That would take care of her.
Jim had become more attentive of late. She was well-fucked and it showed. She had never been happier.
As for Cathy. She had been through a lot and would bear the scars all her life. But she was a strong, healthy girl, Margaret was sure she would adjust., Margaret had not been sure that Jim was right in his free attitude towards Cathy. She would have dealt wth the runaway child very differently. But Jim seemed to be confident that he was handling the situation properly. He most likely knew best. After all, he was her father.