Hank dropped his head to Ida's breasts ... sucking at the hard erect little nipples until she groaned with strong passion ... seeing her spread her lips and an almost soundless reverie as the torturous ripples of pleasure coarsed through the trembling passage between her limp, widespread thighs ... feeling her grab his jerking penis and squeeze it until he too, was feeling tremors of lust through his excited body.
Ida was becoming a woman under his caress-and they both would experience joys that night that would turn their passion's on forever.
CHAPTER ONE
Ida could feel Hank's pressing lips become more demanding, the kiss becoming more urgent. His lips became softer as hers stiffened.
A cooling rain pelted the dry September leaves in the small glen, freshening the Indian Summer air while tiny squirrels huddled in their tree sanctuaries, waiting for it to stop. Below them the car, a chromed monster, creaked lightly as its aged springs strained under the awkward movements of two teenagers grappling with each other in the front seat.
The steamed windows refused audience to the curious eyes of the nervous squirrels, and the pinging rain on the old car's rusting surface drowned the soft whimperings that slipped from between the girl's parted lips.
"Hank, please," she pleaded and regretfully turned her face away from his hungering lips. "We've got to stop now, before it's too late. Please."
Slowly, methodically he moved a few inches away from her, separating his heaving chest from the full firmness of her breasts. His eyes lifted to hers for a moment, revealing the urgent message of his passion and then turned away as he fell back against the seat, his broad shoulders resting against the fogged windows.
"I'm sorry," she gulped. "I really am."
"Oh Hank, please try to understand. I..
"Understand? Understand?!! That's all I ever do is understand, and I'm getting sick and tired of this one-way street! Two, three times a week we come out here to park, and two or three times a week you start to get all worked up, then I get all worked up, and then bingo, like a little old lady you cut me off. If you only knew what this does to me, you wouldn't come on so strong to begin with.
"Dammit, look, feel my hands! It's cold, raining outside, and I'm sweating like crazy and you are too! Look at yourself in the mirror, Ida. Your hair's screwed up, your skin's as red as my car and your eyes, Christ, your eyes are like a cornered panther, scared to death-but not of me. No, you're more afraid of yourself, of living like a woman."
Unsure of his emotions, unsure of his speech, Hank Campbell turned away from his girlfriend and stared out the window. The snapping finality of a match broke the silence and he lit his cigarette, watching the flickering match dance its yel low flame over his reflection in the window. For a moment he should say nothing. Just let her think thoughts through the silence.
He waited for her to speak and recalled two months ago he had seen Ida, a shining blonde, sunning herself on the beach and had told himself immediately: "That's for me!" And she was, but not all of her.
Hank had wasted no time getting to meet her and couldn't hide his surprise when he found out that in the fall she would be going to the same high school that he attended. Dragging slowly on his cigarette, he thought of how she looked that first day, smiling so quickly at his jokes, throwing her head to one side teasingly when her long hair fell over her laughing face. They had talked, laughed, and surfed for more than two hours, but he couldn't remember their conversation. All that remained from that first day was a seductive picture tucked neatly in a secret corner of his mind. It was an image of her, full, firm breasts in the sunlight. He had watched the two melon-like orbs from the very first moment they met and was slightly embarrassed when she caught him staring at their fullness. He knew she prided herself in her body, but so far he hadn't been able to do anything but admire her delicious curves.
Exhaling a wisp of smoke he turned slightly to watch her sitting across from him, tracing intricate designs on the moist windshield. Her other forearm rested across the rosy aureolas of her bared breasts self-consciously, and her modesty bitterly bit at his aching loins. He thought of all the times they had parked in the small glen and angrily sucked more of the tasteless smoke into his lungs. Every time they came here it was the same. They would neck for a while, then he would remove her blouse-it had only taken him three dates to get that far-he had bragged to his buddies. Then his hands would slide over the succulent orbs, caressing and pinching the taut red nipple until he could stand it no longer and would suddenly drop his head to her heaving chest and suck hungrily at the vibrant flesh.
That much loving had been his restriction for the first month, he thought bitterly. After a dozen or so parking adventures he finally gathered the courage to slide his hands along the tender inner flesh of her thighs, not stopping when she protested as before, but continuing on to the warm dampness of her nylon panties until his finger slid under the tight elastic band and discovered the silken softnesss nestled between her legs.
A smile crossed his face as he remembered that first sensuous moment, but his face quickly slackened as he thought of how she had reacted tonight. It was just the same as always; his fingers through the satiny blonde pubic hair, the first exciting touch against her moist slit, then the quick entry and rhythmic, exhilarating stroking-but that was all, or almost all. Except for his fingers, nothing and no one else had ever penetrated the innocent high school girl's vagina, and no matter how hard he tried, Hank failed every time he reached the point of no return ... just as he had failed a few minutes ago.
"Hank," her voice asked uncertainly from the other side of the car, intruding on his thoughts and the steadily pounding rain.
"What is it?" he answered sourly.
"You must believe me, my darling. I do understand, I really do, but we're so young and it's so dangerous."
"What's so dangerous?" he said roughly.
"Please don't tease me. You know what I mean ... it.
"What?" was his harsh reply. Her naive references to sex always irritated him, a man of eighteen, a stud, that's what his buddies called him.
. "Oh, Hank," she sighed unsteadily. "You know, doing it."
"Christ!" he muttered with disgust.
"Oh, Hank, don't, please don't be angry with me just because I can't say that word. I can't help it. It-it's just such an ugly word that it makes loving seem so animalistic, so awful."
He blew a smoke ring, trying to find something to say that would make him sound sophisticated. He knew he was a man of the world, hell, anybody knew that! He suddenly had another idea that might work, an idea that might get her pants off at last.
He snuffed out the butt of his unfiltered cigarette and raised his hand to the window with an unnecessary flourish. In large threatening lines he traced the letter "F" on the steamed window.
"Oh, Hank," she gasped, knowing exactly what he was going to write. "Please, don't, you know I can't stand that word."
Then a capital "U" stood at the end of his long finger in perfect line with the first letter. A sadistic smile crossed his eighteen-year-old face as he slowly, teasingly formed a capital "C".
"No, please," she uttered through a heavy terrified breath and slid herself across the seat next to him, throwing both arms around his neck and pulling him toward her. "Hank, you know I love you, and if you love me, please don't write that awful word. Please!"
His long finger suspended in the air ready to strike the final letter, Hank hesitated and turned his head toward the innocent young girl on the seat next to him. The pleading in her eyes made him realize that his supposed worldliness gave him the upper hand. She was terrified of the words she had heard him and others shout at each other, but Hank hadn't realized until now that she feared the four-letter vulgarity with such strong emotion. Obviously, he could use her fear to his advantage, but he'd have to be careful if he wanted to get into her hot little pants, he schemed. He'd have to play it cool.
"You're right, Ida," he said softly, his face only an inch away from hers. "I'm sorry that I'm being such a bastard ... see, there I said another dirty word! I guess I just can't help myself, but you've got to know that I don't mean to be cruel. I was mad, that's all, just mad. I'm sorry."
"Oh, Hank, I love you!"
It worked, he thought triumphantly as he stared into her powdery blue eves and lied: "I love you, too. You're so beautiful and I love you more than anything!"
It was true! He does love me, oh I knew it, she smiled inwardly and sensed a vibrant quiver ruffling the soft swell of her belly. It was the same beginning of sensual pleasure that always started her virginal passions to burn, the same tingling that she felt every time he told her he loved her, slipped her blouse from her body and slithered his tongue salaciously over her breasts, forcing her nipples to rise with the growing trembling in her loins. His slender fingers slid to the tiny gold buckle of her belt and unfastened it with a quick click followed by the rasping of her zipper as he expertly tugged it downward.
Almost immediately he spread his palms over the soft rounded curve of her young sensual hips under the navy blue mini-skirt, pushing at the resilient flesh with the flat of his hand, then sliding the loosened skirt over her long suntanned thighs as she lifted her hips to help him, not wanting to stop the delicious pleasure that his touch rippled through her virginal body.
She stared into the deep darkness of his unblinking eyes as he dropped the skirt on the floor of his sedan. Her full, firm breasts swayed lasciviously beneath her as she bent slowly forward, not wanting the hands to stop grasping at her hips, to stop stoking the glowing coals of youthful love and untried passion that burned in her loins. She wanted to love him, she wanted to do it ... if only this time she would have the courage to go through with it and let him take her here on the front seat of his old sedan.
She shuddered as a luscious current of sexual fire singed her spine and slowly closed her eyes, parting her full red lips at the same time and knowing that his kiss would seal the bond of love between them.
He stared at the trickle of moisture that glistened on her parted lips and smiled inwardly. This teas it! This was the time that he would finally slip his cock into her tight little virgin cunt! He knew that she would make all the moves, that she would let him screw her, and he felt a sudden relief with the knowledge that the terrible throbbing that jerked his swollen penis would soon be released in a flood of sperm into her untouched vagina. For two months he had fought to win her delicious prize and tonight it would finally be his for the taking. All the struggling, the torment of rejection, and the anger inside him would soon be gone, and he would find his cock meshed in the warm wetness of her soft, yielding cunt.
Their heads moved forward simultaneously and their lips met with a crushing passion that offered the answer to both their needs. They twisted frantically together, her taut, flushed breasts flattening against his chest while their tongues met in a sensuous dance of joy.
Hank felt the terrible pulsing ache in his penis and knew that he couldn't last very long, but there was one more thing to do, one more ploy to use in his assured seduction of this hot young chick. With it, he would seal her fate, and assure himself of her sexual availability as long as he wanted it. Goddamn, it's gonna make her cry with pleasure, he thought proudly and whispered through his heavy panting: "Ida, we've got to stop before we go too far, before it's too late."
It worked! he sighed to himself as her arms frantically tightened her grip around his neck and she crushed her trembling lips against his mouth once more. Her passion was his answer, and she punctuated it with a throaty moan, sending a blistering shock through his aching loins. She turned her naked breasts more towards him, pushed her slender hips against the hardened bulge of his penis as the swollen organ throbbed with delight. Then she rubbed her nylon-covered pubic mound against the thickness, feeling for the first time that she wanted him to really do it to her and make the two of them an unbreakable pair, a single entity for the rest of eternity. She mewled again with girlish passion as she felt his trembling hands sliding over the satiny, copper-colored skin of her naked torso, making her want more than just the simple, timid touch of fingers on her breasts. She wanted him to pluck at her nipples just like he was doing now, to jiggle the swaying orbs of her tender young breasts, just like he was doing! Oh God, he was so gentle. She moaned and increased the turgid tempo of her tongue, brushing it fervently over the roof of his mouth, while he traced a tantalizing path around her taut pink nipples in response to her tongue's eager prodding. Then he slipped his fingertips lightly, gently over the tightened skin of her fragile ribcage and guided them across her back and over the quivering whiteness of her tender young buttocks. She jerked involuntarily at the strange, but exciting touch on her bottom and clenched the strong, muscles underneath the skin of the two moon-like orbs to let him know that she liked his sensuous touch, that she loved it!
"God, I love you," he panted, wanting her to hear the magical words, wanting her to believe his unforgivable lies and give the precious jewel of her virginity to him now.
"Oh yes," she gasped, staring into the shadows of his eyes. "I love you, too," she said breathlessly, knowing that everything was all right, knowing that his love would lead her through life to the portals of heaven.
As if on a predetermined mission, his thumbs reached over the white lace of her panties and then slipped easily under the restricting elastic band, finding the soft, downy triangle of her silken pubic mound and its warm moisture. There lay the warm softness that had driven men insane for centuries ... the warm softness of a woman's most treasured possession ... the warm softness that had begun and ended wars throughout history ... and now it belonged to him, Hank Campbell.
His blood-filled penis was throbbing with impatient desire and he quickly slipped his fingers over the top of her panties and tugged them over the perspiring curve of her sensuously rotating hips. In a few short seconds the bikini briefs were lying beneath her naked feet and Hank looked at her with sex-filled eyes, viewing her entire long, sensual nakedness for the first time. He traced a vision-path over her flushed, waiting body while he frantically worked the zipper of his trousers. Kneeling, he unbuckled the tight levis while she lay on the large seat, her lustful eyes watching his trembling hand grope for the unknown male organ that she had never seen before.
"Ooohhh, Hank, we can't! You were right; we've got to stop, now!" she whispered, her trembling voice exposing her fear. The words were punctuated with a sudden gasp as she saw the boy's throbbing rod of hardened flesh jerk up as he released it. She had felt his penis through his trousers hundreds of times and had always wondered what a man's erect organ looked like. But she had never imagined that a boy's penis would look like that, long and thick like a club, with a purplish-red head at the end. She was frightened by the size and at the same time excited by its obvious power. If his finger always felt so good, so exciting, then what would his "thing" feel like?
Torn between fear and desire she pushed herself toward the door, cowering with fright but not able to understand the powerful rhythmic clenchings of the swollen muscle that guarded her untouched vagina. Hank quickly stretched himself on the seat beside her and gently straightened her legs, so that she lay on her side, her excited young body facing the unknown adventure that waited in the form of his pulsating penis.
With lusty confidence he slid his hands over the quivering swell of her belly to the soft, silken mound of her blonde pubic hair, eagerly searching for the swollen pink lips that protected her virginal cunt. He easily parted the moist flesh and slithered his exploring finger along the quivering cleft until he brushed the tiny bud of her swelling clitoris. Then softly, like a curious child, he began to roll the moist, red bundle of nerve tissue between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, God! Oh, my God, Hank, that feels so goood! Oh, so nice! Oh, I love you ... don't stop! I love you!" she whispered with every tingling tormented cell of her eighteen-year-old being, and for the first time grasped the hot rigidness of his cock. He moaned through his clenched teeth at the tender grip on his prick, knowing that she was really his now. He moaned again at the salacious touch that he always dreamed about and began to roll slowly on his side in a rhythmic ecstasy as her tiny fingers gripped his throbbing flesh tighter and tighter. Slithering splinters of desire were tormenting his sex-crazed flesh and were almost too much for his lust-incited mind to take. He had to find relief! And then he did, suddenly and quickly, as he rammed his middle finger into the clenching confines of her cunt.
"Ooooooh! That hurts! Be gentle, please, be gentle!" she mewled at the sudden intrusion.
But he couldn't hear her whimpered plea through his lust-ridden mind and continued the rasping thrusts of his finger into the smooth widening channel of her vagina. She knew that the tightness was going to give as soon as she felt the clenched muscles of her cuntal entrance begin to relax and the warm juices of passion secret from the glands in her tender cavern of desire and lubricating the quickening fingers. They were almost ramming into her warm, damp passageway and suddenly the thought of her tiny protective hymen slipped through her mind.
Virgin! She was still a virgin, and no matter how good it felt, no matter how much she needed his love, if she let him take her here, in an old creaking car, her virginity would be gone forever and she would have nothing left ... nothing at all! Now, the renewed fear of being incomplete instigated a sudden flow of adrenalin in her heart and she tried to push him away from her perspiring body and precious virginity, but the obsessed boy had unknowingly pinioned her arms, leaving her defenseless. The throbbing red organ that she unwittingly had stroked into a frenzy was still jerking in her tightly clenched fists, and his passion was maddening, almost too much. He knew that he was about to lose control and cum before he ever got himself into her hot little cunt. He couldn't wait any longer! He had to fuck her now!
But the girl's fear was quickly taking control of her overwrought senses and she began to mouth urgent pleas to stop. At first, through the veil of desire that clouded her tormented mind, she couldn't speak. A low painful gurgle uttered from her choked throat and he lifted his head, slowing the ramming finger at the same time, thinking that he had hurt her. But if it hurt, that was just too goddamned tough! She was a fiery little virgin, and he was going to take care of that. He was going to fuck her now once and for all, so he could finally relieve her of the precious hymen that had thwarted his effort to seduce her for so many long weeks.
"Please ... No! Hank, don't!" She pleaded, trying to think of something that would stop him without making him angry. "I could get pregnant! Please stop now! We have to!"
But her lying excuse was unheard to the lust-maddened young teenager and he rolled her over so that she lay spread-eagled on her back, unable to control the muscles in her trembling thighs. Oh God, he thought wildly as one of her hands still jerked at his massive throbbing cock, sending the erotic fires of pent-up desire racing through his groin. He had to stop her, he thought frantically, and with both hands grabbed her wrist. He knew he had to free his pulsing prick from her painful, masturbating grip so that he could slide the massive organ between her legs and ram it into the hot deep confines of her virginal cunt.
Now every ounce of her girlish strength held onto the throbbing organ, but she helplessly felt him gaining control. She was going to lose her virginity! Her mind shot out at her in pain when suddenly she heard the boy cry out: "Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! No, goddammit! No, fuck! I'm cumming!" And as his words pierced the streaming sexual air in the car she felt the fiery juices of life shoot from the jerking tip of his organ and spread over her trembling thighs in thick spurts until he cried out with an unfulfilled sob. He had lost again! He'd lost out to her fucking hand!
And then he dejectedly rolled over and let his arm rest across the white firmness of her breasts.
"Oh, Hank, I didn't really want to stop," she lied, with a tear in her eye. "But I remembered that I'm in my fertile period. God, what would my parents say if I ever got pregnant!"
Hank said nothing and raised himself from beside her, searching for his pants. He didn't know if she were lying or not, but he did know that on their next date she wouldn't be fertile, and goddamn it, she wouldn't keep that pussy away from him again! There was more than one way to get at that cunt, and he knew that he would find all of them if he had to. Just play it cool, he thought, and don't let her know you're pissed off. Make her think it's all right ... then in a few days-yeah, in a few days her cunt'll belong to no one but Mr. Hank Campbell.
He turned toward her in the half-shadow and she could see him smiling, not knowing the real reason for his impish grin.
"It's all right, honey," he said softly, wanting every word to sound as if he cared for no one in the world but her. "We'll be careful from now on, and never take any more chances."
"Oh, darling!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "I do love you, I really dol"
CHAPTER TWO
With a long, graceful sweep, the girl's delicate hand spread a wide path of silvery lotion on Ida's back, straightening the tiny, almost white, hairs on the slender back of her neck. The last five months had provided her with a deep, rich copper tan, but she still spent every minute during the day at the beach in preparation for winter. School started next week, and as a "new girl," Ida wanted to impress her classmates, male and female alike, with the dark evidence of her leisurely summer.
"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked her doe-eyed friend.
"Sure, you don't have to worry at all. The word has already spread that you're coming, and besides, you've met at least a hundred of the seniors, so you don't have to worry about being accepted if you stay the way you are," Shirley Thompson told her while spreading the cooling lotion in broad, unrelated patterns on Ida's back.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," the girl half-whispered, remembering that she had said something very similar to Hank last night. But, of course that was different, really different.
"Come on, your turn," Shirley said, slapping her friend lightly on her buttocks, then falling face-down on the straw mat that designated their territory of sandy beach. She waited for Ida to rub her down with the luscious, skin-saving lotion, licking her dry lips intently and staring at a small crusted shell. She had met her blonde friend last May at nearly the same spot on the beach, and since then had spent nearly every day with her, unless Ida was with Hank, or Tony had taken Shirley somewhere away from the beach.
"There's one thing, though," she said, hesitating for a moment, not sure if she should mention it or not.
"Mm?" Ida answered, her attention focused along the gentle curves of her ebony-haired friend's body. She couldn't help but admire the soft, smooth lines that out-lined her friend's silhouette, and often felt a tiny tinge of envy when she looked at her. Shirley was almost four inches shorter than Ida, but her long, slender legs and proportionate torso made her look much taller, and when she stood, her shiny black hair cascaded from her shoulders, spraying softly across her back, and sometimes nestling in its even ends at the dimpled top of the cleavage that separated her full-rounded buttocks. The long, flowing hair always swayed when she walked, keeping time with her sensuous hips like the pendulum of a clock. Ida too had what the boys called a "bitchin' walk," but she couldn't help wanting to be more like Shirley.
"What I mean is," Shirley paused for a second, lifting her torso and readjusting her full, firm breasts so that she rested more comfortably in the sand. "There, that's better. Now, what I mean is, do you know anything about really being accepted at school-like maybe being accepted by the fraternity?"
"Fraternity?" Ida asked, tilting her head to one side, then leaning it back slightly, trying to think of a fraternity. "I didn't know there was a fraternity at the high school."
"There isn't," Shirley continued, stopping for a moment to push the sides of her expanded breasts towards each other so that no one could see the darkened rings that surrounded her large nipples. "Damn, I wish that everybody would approve of topless so I wouldn't have to hide these stupid things."
Ida giggled at her friend's frustration, but wished that her breasts were as large as Shirley's, though she secretly knew that she hadn't met any girl at the beach whose breasts were as large or as firm and shapely as her own-no one except Shirley, that is.
"Where was I?" Shirley asked herself. "Oh, yeah, the Greeks, that's fraternity to you dummies. It's not a high school club, because the school board won't allow them in the system-the superintendent says they're dangerous to our morals. Anyway, it's a Greek House from the University, and most of the members have come from this area."
"Why?" Ida asked, not really interested in college boys, not this year anyway.
"Well that goes along with what I said about being accepted. You see, each of the high schools in town is allowed two candidates, and both of them are allowed to join the House while they're still seniors in their petty little high schools."
"So that makes the guys big shots, huh?"
"Right, wizard. But that's not all."
"What's the big deal? Do you mean that I should give up Hank and date one of the high school jerks who belongs to the fraternity?"
"Wow, man, watch your evil tongue," Shirley said with an elfish grin. "If any of the boys heard you say that, you'd be blacklisted in two seconds, especially if Hank heard it."
"What do you mean?" she said, applying the finishing strokes of the suntan lotion to Shirley's back.
"Because, know-it-all, Hank is a candidate for membership as soon as school starts."
"Oops, I guess I said the wrong thing," she giggled.
"Oops, yourself. You'd better believe you did, because Tony's up for it, too. Geez, you must be blind. Haven't you noticed how short-tempered Hank's been for the last two weeks?"
Ida nodded and almost said he was angry all the time for a much different reason than joining a stupid fraternity, but changed her mind and continued to listen.
"Tony's been the same way, and it's all because of the club. The first initiation party is a week from today, and they haven't come up with an idea yet."
"Idea for what?"
"For the initiation, silly. Boy, you sure are dumb sometimes. The guys have got to think of something really wild and outa sight, otherwise the other two who've also been nominated will get into the House and our boys'll be hell to live with."
Ida pondered the situation for a moment, wondering exactly what the impact might be on her. Even if Hank was upset for a while, he'd get over it and they'd still be together ... forever, she hoped. Mr. and Mrs. Hank Campbell, she mused with a pleased smile slowly growing at the corners of her lips.
"Oh, sure," Shirley said, half-sarcastically. "You think everything's fine with you and Hank, but there's more to the initiation than just a new idea."
"Like what," Ida said with a slight nod of her head, and reached into her beach bag for an emery board.
"Like you, honey! If the fraternity decides they don't like a candidate's girlfriend, then he's out, and there's no such thing as a second chance. Hank's probably worried about your being accepted. I know Tony is; he told me last night."
Ida remained silent, looking at her friend, then down at her long fingernails. The crusted emery board rasped back and forth rapidly while she thought about what Shirley had said. There shouldn't be any reason for Hank to worry, nor Tony, for that matter. Besides, she knew that she was more important to Hank than some old fraternity. If it was a question of choosing between the two, he'd take her over a bunch of rowdy college boys. She was positive. He loved her and that was all there was to it!
"I think the whole idea's stupid," she said, not looking up from her nails.
"Maybe so, but if you're not puttin' out to Hank, he might be looking for someone else. Boys always think that if you give them a little, you really care about them."
"Shirley!" Ida gasped, shocked that her friend would say such a thing. All summer long Shirley never, ever said anything like that, except, of course, when she was joking.
"Scare ya with the big bad words?" Shirley kidded. "It's not like saying fuck, so what's the big deal?"
"Oh," slipped from Ida's throat and she drew her hand to her mouth in defense. None of the girls she had ever known before had ever talked like that ... especially not Shirley.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I said it," Shirley apologized. "I guess it just slipped out. Tony says it all the time to make me mad, and I guess I'm just so attached to him, that I'm picking up his bad habits."
"Do-do you put-I mean, do you do it with him?" Ida suddenly asked, thinking that because Tony talked dirty to her friend, they must be ... lovers.
"No, I don't 'do it' with him, not yet anyway."
"What do you mean, not yet?" Ida asked, winking one eye and not sure that she wanted to know the answer.
"I'm going to let him do it Saturday night," she said matter-of-factly. "That way, he'll be so happy on Sunday when we go to the fraternity picnic that he won't possibly want to put me down."
"Shirley, that's terrible. Don't you have any self-respect?" Ida asked, afraid that her friend's sense of values might be in danger.
"No, I don't think it's terrible," she said with an unrecognizable tone to her best friend. "I'm not worried about losing my self-respect either. All men can be made to do anything, if a woman knows how to use the right tactics. Anybody can tell you that"
"Oh, Shirley, that's sad. You shouldn't really think like that. Don't you love Tony?"
"Oh, I suppose I do in a way, and we might even get married one day, but not 'til he's man enough for me."
"Well, I love Hank, and I'd never talk about him that way," she said, suddenly hesitating, then blurting out, "Have you ever done it with anyone else?"
Shirley looked up at her, scanning Ida's powder-blue eyes, suddenly worried that someone might know her secret. During the months that they had been together, the question had never come up, and Shirley hadn't asked Ida because the answer was so obvious.
"Well, since you're my best friend," she said a little uncertainty, "I guess I can tell you that I have, but you'd better not tell anyone."
"I won't," she said and asked quickly, "Who was it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said with a smile, though inside an all too familiar pang of fear struck the hollow of her stomach. "Sorry, though, you'll never know."
"Why not," Ida asked, her female curiosity aroused. She really wanted to know, so she'd know what it was like.
"I just can't tell you, that's all," she said softly, avoiding the statuesque blonde's searching eyes. "No one else even knows that I'm not a virgin, so you know more than anybody. Just be satisfied with it."
More than anything else she could imagine at that moment, she wanted to know who her friend's secret lover was, but it was obvious that Shirley would never tell, so Ida said suddenly, "Hank and I have never done it."
"I know," Shirley said with no tone in her voice.
"But we almost did, last night out in the woods. It was really close, but...."
"Close only counts in horse shoes," she said with a sly grin. "It's a lot of fun, much more than you think, and if you've only come close, you might as well have never done anything at all, because you're missing the best part."
"Well, maybe it is, but Hank loves me and he respects me. He wouldn't want to force me to do anything that would hurt me."
"Hurt you? Ida, for cryin' out loud, it's not going to hurt you except maybe just a little the first time," Shirley told her knowingly. God, the tiny bit of pain is all the pleasure, she thought, remembering her secret, a secret of pain and pleasure that she couldn't share with anyone. There was, and could be, only one real man in her life, a man with whom she could never marry, but while they were together they would always remain lovers. She knew that at eighteen she was already a woman, a real woman who knew how to please a real man.
"Maybe not," Ida said pensively, trying to think of a good answer, a reason to justify her virginity. But there was really none at all, none except her fear of the unknown.
For a few minutes neither of them spoke. Ida was remembering the exciting sensations that Hank had pulled from the very depths of her being the night before, while Shirley reminisced about her secret lover, a man she had known all her life. He was a real man, not some silly boy like Tony or Hank. Oh, they were all right, she supposed, but they had so much to learn, and by the time they knew what she did now, she would be much too far ahead of them in her experience to even think on the same plane. Life was so sad, she thought with a tired sigh.
"Shirley, are you going to the picnic next Sunday?"
"Of course. Tony's already asked me, though that doesn't mean much."
"Why not?"
"Because," she said a little too proudly, "my brother's the president of the fraternity. I can go anytime I want to."
"Then you mean that Tony's really already in the club?"
"If I say so, Rod will let him in," she said tossing her head back so that the long, silken strands of ebony hair seemed to wave across her shoulders and fall over her smooth supple back.
"Then why are you going to make love with Tony next weekend? If you have more influence in the club than he does, why bother to do it!" Ida asked, confused by her friend's hidden motives.
"Oh, I guess, really, I just feel like it," she said, cocking her head to one side and trying to determine the real reason. She knew that her secret lover satisfied her like no other man could, but for some unknown reason, she wanted to try some of the boys she knew; see how they were in bed. Variety, she thought I guess that's the real rear son.
"Shirley, I just don't understand you. I wouldn't do that, have sex with a boy just because I felt like it. It's not right, not like it might be with Hank, and I'd only do it with him because he really loves me."
"Sure," Shirley said, not trying to sound too sarcastic. She knew that the poor girl would just have to learn-there wasn't any love, not any real love. Even what she shared with her lover wasn't much more than sex. No, she thought, there's no love at all.
CHAPTER THREE
Hank Campbell would have been surprised to know that he and Shirley were thinking almost identical thoughts at the same time. He was rec-lined against a striped folding chair on a small private beach three miles south of his girlfriend and Shirley, listening to the surf pound against the jagged black rocks just to his left. Through the incessant noise of the crashing waves and the riotous shouting of his friends on their surfboards he listened to the active voice of his mind philosophizing in a juvenile effort to determine what actions he should take to alter the present design of life.
Like Shirley, he too was thinking about love and its reality. A word, really nothing more than that, he thought. Love is a compensation, almost a justification that some ancient semanticist devised thousands of years ago to describe what he felt when he saw a good lookin' broad standing in the market place-that was the real reason for love: sex. Everyone likes to screw, he thought, hut they don't like to think it's their only motivation, their only reason for intimate human relationships.
Hank smiled and crinkled his eyebrows, pleased with his mind's explanation. He would major in psychology when he started at the university in a year, and he knew that he was well prepared. There's no reason not to acquire all the finer things in life if you really want to, he told himself while he reached into a small cooler next to him and pulled out an ice-cold can of beer. All you've got to do is work just hard enough, and then get to know all the right people. That was the most important factor, knowing all the right people, and for that reason alone, Hank wanted to join the fraternity. He wanted to belong to their elite brotherhood more than anything else.
At eighteen he'd already mapped the outline that would guide him through life. He'd finish high school, already a member of his fraternity, then study like hell all the way through graduate school, making invaluable personal contacts along the way, and finally go into the world on his own as a clinical psychologist, well prepared technically and socially for the success he would find.
But he'd run into a snag, a problem that could throw a wrench into the whole works.
Ida O'Brien-a girl who raked every emotion possible from the young high, school senior. Whenever Hank thought of her he'd get angry, and then a moment later he'd feel nothing but the soothing caress of her fingertips on the darkened back of his muscular neck, and he would be forced to relax into a delicious daydream of sexual fantasy. He just had to have her, but goddamnit, she made it harder than hell to get into her pants with all that "I'm scared" crap that every virgin whimpers. Somehow he'd have to find a way to fuck her, but how?
He gulped a long choking drink of his beer and tried to unscramble his thoughts. First, she was the best-looking girl he knew and there was no doubt that he wanted to get into her pants. Secondly, she was a virgin and he didn't want to hurt her, but the real problem, the snag in his plans, was that he liked her, much more than he wanted to admit.
Damn, he snarled to himself and bent the aluminum beer can in his fist. He did like her-the way she looked at him, the way she carried herself-those long, ivory legs and her sexy walk-her breasts, full and jiggling when she laughed-but that was nothing but sexual attraction! However, she was smart, he thought, smarter than most of the spacey broads around here. When he talked, she always seemed to understand what he said, and did more than just listen. She took part in their conversations, questioning, answering and sometimes even interjecting ideas of her own. All these things combined made her the most attractive girl he'd known during his short lifetime, and served only to confuse the clearly set goals that he established for himself.
If he was going to be a success, he couldn't tie himself down with love and marriage, though he hadn't really considered it ... still there was always the possibility that she might trap him into it, and that would ruin everything. Hank knew that to get ahead, he had to be a swinger, a man of the world. But swingers didn't have wives. Nor did they have steady girlfriends for very long, he told himself, trying to analyze his predicament. He could probably justify their steady dating if he was getting into her pants, but the fact remained that he wasn't, and that left him open and vulnerable to other girls, especially Shirley.
Christ, he thought with a cynical snort, if Ida knew I was screwing Shirley two or three times a week she'd have a goddamned heart attack. But maybe it served her right for not puttin out. After all, a guy's got to get it somewhere, and why not in his own back yard?
It was true that Shirley had made all the advances, but Hank knew he certainly didn't even try to say no. After a while he'd even considered breaking up with Ida and going steady with Shirley, except that his best friend, Tony, would be hurt, too.
But that wasn't the only reason. There was something strange about Shirley-a mannerism, an excited cry in the heat of passion, and the irritating constant references to her secret lover. It could have been any one of those things, or perhaps even all of them. Hank wasn't sure of the reasons for his apprehension, but he was sure that Shirley was much different than the rest of the ones he could think of, yet she hadn't gone to bed with Tony yet, and that puzzled him. Tony's paying through the nose to go out with her, and I'm getting all the benefits, he thought sourly, wanting to be able to apologize to his friend. But I guess that's just the way life goes, and none of us can really change it.
Hank pulled another beer from the cooler and opened it with a crack, jerking the can to his lips and sucking the overflowing foam from the icy rim. If any of his friends knew what he was doing with the two girls ... shit, they'd crucify me!
"Hey, Campbell," a thick voice shouted from the surfs edge. "Get your ass out here and stop guzzlin' all the beer!"
'I'm comin', I'm comin'" Hank answered, relieved to be brought back to the reality of the sun and surf. The ocean really did look good, he thought as he picked up his surfboard and ran to meet his buddies in the water. An hour of riding the waves would clear his mind and give him time to really relax.
Forty-five minutes later Hank and five of his cronies raced up from the water with their boards slung under their arms. Exhausted by the afternoon's surfing, they fell in a small circle around the cooler and panted while Rod Thompson opened an ice-cold refreshing beer for each of them.
"Thanks," Hank said, taking the can from Shirley's brother's hand.
Hank, though he disliked admitting it, was in awe of Rod Thompson and his position. He was a junior at the university, on the Dean's List in the psychology department, and definitely headed for success. Hank knew, too, that Rod could have just about any girl he wanted, any time he wanted her. J wonder if he ever screwed his sister? Hank suddenly caught himself thinking and chuckled.
"What's so funny, man?" Rod asked him, curious about the workings of everybody's minds.
"Nothing, really," Hank laughed, trying to find an appropriate answer. "I was just groovin on all the bitchin' times we've had together this summer. All the great surf and groovy chicks we've balled ... you know. It's just too bad it's gotta end when school starts."
"Well, maybe it's ending for you high school clowns, but the university isn't going to cramp my style. In fact there's gonna be a helluva lot more pussy running around during the fall than we ever thought of seeing this summer."
"Yeah, that's true," Hank said, slightly irritated that Rod had called him a high school boy. He was a man, goddamnit! " 'Course, there's a lot of studying in college, I mean, there is if you want get good grades."
Two of Rod's friends laughed, while Tony and Hank sat silently, not wanting to offend them, and at the same time not seem too naive.
"Look, man," Rod told him, not trying to seem too condescending. "Studying is for the birds if you know how to get around it. First, you don't have to go to any of your classes. Just send some chick to take your notes for you, and then, if you've got any brains at all, you study her notes for about an hour a day. Christ, you don't have to worry."
"I know all about that," Hank said, wanting to sound as if he had already learned the necessary methods required to get him through the University. "But Freshmen don't have it that easy to begin with. I know it takes a while for anyone to get used to something as new as a University, and I can't see how anyone can get by without studying once in a while."
"Well, hell, you'll learn soon enough," Rod told him. "That's the biggest advantage of belonging to our fraternity. See, the guys all act like brothers, just one big happy family."
"I'm not sure I understand," Hank said, taking another sip of his beer.
"Not everybody does," Rod smiled. "It's very simple, though. We've got a copy of every test from every class on file in the house. Now when somebody needs to study for an exam, he just checks with whoever is in charge of the special file-this year it's Bob," he said nodding toward the blonde-haired surfer on his left. "You just give him the name of the instructor and what the test will cover, and he'll give you a copy of the exam. That way you're studying the actual test, and you can't possibly get any grade but an A."
"Not bad," Hank said aloud, but he was thinking just the opposite. Cheating was something that he had never done in his life. He'd never cheated at school, at sports, at anything ... except maybe he lied a little to Ida, but that was different. He found it hard to believe that Rod Thompson and his fraternity brothers cheated on their tests.
"Not bad is right," Rod continued. "As far as I know we're the only house on campus who has a filing system like that. They're plenty of guys who cheat, girls too, but they don't do it so systematically. That puts us way ahead of everybody else."
"It sure does," Hank smiled, not sure whether he could accept the idea or not, but afraid to say so. "That gives the fraternity members all the time they need to chase pussy and still get good grades."
"Why the hell should you worry about that?" Rod kidded him. "That cunt, Ida, you run around with has got to be more than any one man can handle."
She's no cunt, Hank thought to himself, but said: "Oh, she's all right. Better than most, but not too much for me to handle." At the end of his sentence he took another gulp from his beer can, trying to end the conversation. He was ashamed he had said anything like that about Ida, but he knew that for right now it was more important to have his buddies think he was more of a cocksman than he really was. Besides, Ida would never know he'd said anything dirty about her to them.
"I'll say she's better than most," Rod sneered. "Shirley said Ida's built like an Italian movie star when she doesn't have that bikini hiding those big jugs of hers. Christ, you've gotta let your future fraternity brothers have a taste of that little broad's tail."
Hank chuckled nervously, not sure what he should say to Rod's sneering dare. He probably has fucked his sister, Hank thought, trying to think of a terrible weakness to put Rod down with. The way he talks about his Shirley's body most of the time, he probably screws her just to get information about her girlfriends so he can fuck them too!
"Hey, I'm serious, Hank. If you could come up with something really outta sight for us, something that you could arrange with Ida, why, hell, you'd be in the fraternity so fast, we'd probably even slap the regular initiation."
"That's no problem at all," Hank said quickly, now knowing that Rod's lewd remarks were only a put-on. "I've already thought of something pretty wild, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't think you'd put me on the spot before I set it all up."
"What is it?" Rod asked quickly, his eyebrows raised in expectation.
"Well, I-" Hank started. "I tell you what. Since you don't really know yet, I'll just keep you in suspense until next weekend. That way you'll dream about her all week and wonder what's going to happen."
He'd finished with a quick breath and stupidly committed himself to something he couldn't do and worse yet, he'd committed Ida. But to what? Now he was in a corner and would have to think of an idea that would satisfy all of them, and yet not make Ida angry with him. Shit! he thought. Everything depends on how I handle this, and. if Ida ever found out about it, she'd skin my balls and the guys would laugh my ass right out of the fraternity.
"You're really on the ball, Hank," Rod said while his two fraternity friends chimed in agreeingly. "Man, if this is gonna be as good as you say it is, I won't be able to sleep all week. I wish to hell you'd tell us what you're gonna do."
"Naw," he said and pulled open the snap tab on another beer. "You guys'll just have to suffer for a week."
"Well shit! If that's the way it is, well just have to wait. But goddamn, Hank, after all that big talk you'd better have something really wild for us."
"Don't worry. It'll be better than you could ever imagine," Hank told him, adding more bravado to his voice. By now he almost believed that he'd arranged a show for his friends that they would not soon forget. But he knew that unless a miracle happened, he'd never be able to back up his bragging.
"Hank, Rod," Tony interjected. "I hate to break this up, but I've got to split for home. I've got a date with Shirley tonight."
"You'll have to tell me how she is sometime," Rod sneered. "Little Sister doesn't tell me everything."
Good old Rod, Hank thought as he and the others started picking up their towels and boards. Nothing's sacred to him, not even his own sister. I'll bet he does fuck her.
After loading the boards onto their cars the boys drove to the freeway and turned their cars homeward.
"Hank," Tony said after twenty minutes' silence while driving along the crowded freeway. "What exactly did you have planned with Ida?"
"Oh, shut up!" was his sharp reply.
CHAPTER FOUR
Registration, new classes, new teachers and meeting new students all passed quickly, making the first week of school seem like only a day. Hank and Tony made many new friends while Shirley introduced Ida to everyone that she knew, announcing to all her old friends that she and Ida were "best friends."
Though hectic, the first five days gave Ida and Hank time to meet each other at night. They spent endless hours driving along the main street of town, the "main drag," Hank called it Cruising the streets, talking and getting to know each other much better in those five days made Hank even more aware of his frightening promise to Rod and the fraternity, and though he'd tried, he couldn't find any way to get out of his dilemma.
Ida, acutely aware of his moods, had asked him what was bothering him, but he repeatedly answered, "Nothing." She satisfied her curiosity finally by telling herself that he was just worried about the fraternity and dismissed his moodiness from her mind. Instead of worrying, she concentrated on loving him, giving him all the exciting pleasure she could when they parked at the wooded glen. Since that first wonderful night he had stripped her completely, she had broken down and let him remove all her clothing each time they parked. His hands would rove over the smooth, supple flesh of her young innocent body, refreshing her every panting gasp with the salacious touch of his fingers. Their naked bodies would stretch out along the blanket-covered back seat of his sedan clinging together while they explored each other's private parts until finally, his fingers madly stroking her smooth, wet vagina and her hands rhythmically masturbating his long rigid penis, they would bring each other to a tremendous simultaneous climax.
For a long while each night they would lie silently together, each thinking about the other. Ida contemplated the joys of loving and the raptures of a future marriage while he thought about the promise he'd made to Rod, wondering what he could do to get out of it. He didn't want to see her hurt, but he still fought the idea that he was falling in love with Ida. It was sex, that's all. Just sex! But he couldn't refuse the overwhelming sensation he felt whenever they spoke. He cared about her, yes, but she could ruin his life if he gave in to her. No, it can't be love-besides, he still fucked Shirley whenever he got the chance, which seemed to be less and less this week. His infidelity made love only a word, nothing more than an excuse.
"I love you," she cooed as they drove down Highway One.
Hank smiled and nodded, careful to avoid her eyes in the bright Sunday morning daylight. Today would mark the biggest change in his life to date: the fraternity would either accept or reject him later this afternoon, though he was almost sure it would be the latter. He hadn't thought of any way to break the promise he'd made a week before, and today they would all know the truth: he was just talk, a lot of hot air.
Panic-stricken an hour before, he had almost called Ida and told her that they weren't going to the fraternity picnic, but second thoughts made him decide to go through with it and face his fate. At ten o'clock he turned the car into a small private drive off the highway, waving to the smiling freshman who opened the black iron gate for him.
The picnic was actually a beach party, held on three acres of coastland that the house had rented from a real-estate broker for the winter. Coming up the drive Ida could hear the breakers crashing against a monumental cliff to the south, but her eyes caught the outline of two medium-sized cottages through the mid-morning glare. They were both grey and weather-beaten, probably two-bedrooms, she thought, wondering if she and Hank could have a quaint little cottage like that when they got married. It would be so much better than one of those anonymous pre-fabricated apartments that cluttered Southern California.
"Like it?" Hank asked, momentarily proud of his part-ownership as a fraternity brother.
"Oh, yes. It's so cute. I'd love to have a place like this of my own, secluded and away from all the rush at home ... oh, there's Tony and Shirley!"
Hank waved and parked the car next to Tony's. The triangle's complete, he thought and tried to suppress a smile when Tony winked at him. Tony had told him yesterday that he would screw that virgin, Shirley, tonight or else. Virginl Hah! She's goddamn near a pro, and you don't even know it, you poor bastard.
"How was it?" Hank asked Tony while he took a bottle of Scotch out of the trunk of his car.
Tony looked to see if the girls were far enough away before he answered.
"Not bad, but she needs a lot of teaching," he leered.
She could probably teach you how to fuck her while standing on your head in a tree, Hank thought cynically to himself. His best friend, yet he couldn't tell him that his girlfriend, dear-sainted Shirley, was practically a nymphomaniac. Instead, he had to feign innocence and try to sound pleased that Tony had finally "busted her cherry." Life's a bitch for anybody who doesn't know what's really happening, he mused bitterly.
"What's in the bottle," Tony asked.
"Christ, what the hell do you think it is, soda pop?" Hank said with a slight irritation in his voice, then suddenly noticed the sly look in his partner's twinkling eyes.
"What's the shit-eating grin for?"
"Well, I'll tell you, old man," Tony said in his worst imitation of an English accent. "Only if you'll start using a little more class in your language and stop all your fucking swearing."
Both boys laughed and Tony looked quickly around to see if anyone was near them.
"This, man," he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth like an overplayed villain.
Hank looked at Tony's open hand, half-covered with a beach towel, and saw a small tin with a throat lozenge's brand-name printed in yellowish letters against a blue background. Tony's thumb slowly opened the sliding top and exposed ten tightly rolled brown cigarettes inside.
"Grass!" Hank exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"
Sensing his friend's excitement, he opened the packet a little more so that Hank could see almost all of the marijuana cigarettes. He told him quietly where he had acquired the joints and watched with delight as Hank's head snapped back in disbelief.
"That's right. The one and only Bod Thompson, our big brother."
"Goddamn, I wonder where the hell he got it?" Hank said, almost to himself. "We haven't been able to get any of that stuff since the narcos busted that bunch down at the wharf. I thought everything was tied up."
"It was, but Rod's got contacts in Mexico. It's just another advantage to belonging to the fraternity. Whenever we want something, all we have to do is ask one of the brothers and we'll have it. Rod says that almost everybody on campus smokes pot, and that he can get it anytime we want it."
"Christ, and I thought he was straight," Hank said shaking his head in amazement. "A lot of the kids at the high schools smoke it, but I never figured that any of the guys in the fraternity would ever try it."
"Does Ida blow the weed?" Tony asked.
"No, I haven't had any all summer long to try on her."
"That's too bad, man. Shirley's already half-stoned, and in another hour we'll probably be out screwing on the beach somewhere. Hell, you oughta try it with Ida. Just give her some of that booze, then get her to smoke a couple joints. That'll fix her for the rest of the day."
"Yeah," Hank whispered. That would fix her. Maybe if she got stoned, he could finally get more than lying there with his finger in her pussy. Maybe now they could really screw! But the thought of her lying there, listening to his obscenities made Hank's conscience jerk at the back of his neck. He couldn't talk about her like that, not even to himself. She was a human being ... his girl ... and he loved-no, cared about her.
"Here, take these," Tony said, holding the small packet out to his friend. "Rod told me to give them to you. I've got a pack for me and Shirley in my pocket."
"Thanks, Tony. That's really great, uh...." Hank paused for a minute, wondering how to ask
... if the others remembered. "What's Rod doing today? I mean, did he say anything else about me?"
"Nothing except to ask when you were going to put on your big show for us," Tony answered, carefully watching for a reaction.
"Oh," was the only response Hank could muster. So they did remember after all. Me and my big mouth, he thought. He'd gotten himself into the biggest mess possible and still there was no way out.
"Have you thought of anything to tell them?" Tony suddenly asked him.
"Whadda ya mean?" Hank snapped.
"Come on, Hank. I know damn well that you were just shootin' off your mouth last Sunday when you told Rod that you had some big scheme cooking with Ida. Christ, you couldn't do anything like that with her: you're in love with her."
"Man, that grass has blown your mind." Hank shook his head defensively, fearing the accusation. It's not love, damnit. It's sex! "Just cool it, will you, and hold tight for a while. I wasn't kidding those guys last week, but you'll all just have to wait until later."
"Sure, Hank, sure. Well just all wait until later," he said sarcastically and turned abruptly away, walking quickly toward the beach.
"Tony!" he shouted, but his friend hurried his pace toward the two girls waiting at the bottom of the path.
Shit! Not one goddamn thing is going right! If I keep acting like such an ass, I'm gonna lose the best friend I ever had, Hank thought bitterly and followed Tony down the path.
"What took you so long?" Ida asked through a flashing smile as she slid her long, slender arm around his waist and tugged him toward her. "You two look like you've been arguing."
"Don't be ridiculous," he laughed. "We never argue, right Tony?"
"Right," he nodded and turned away, "Come on, surfs up. Let's go out and take the big wave."
Ida offered Hank a towel, but he refused and fell back onto the grass. It was nearly two o'clock, and the sun was high enough to dry his dripping body in only a few minutes.
They had been surfing and swimming for almost the entire time since they had arrived; playing volleyball with a group for a while, surfing a while longer, then joining other couples in other beach games. Now they stretched out alongside each other on a small grassy spot surrounded by thick foilage about two hundred yards from the water.
"Hank," Ida asked, drying her hair with a large red beach towel. "What was in that little packet you gave to me to put into my bag?"
"Hey! I almost forgot," he said with a sudden smile. "Lemme have it."
Ida reached into her beach bag and gave him the small tin that held the marijuana cigarettes. I wont have time to get her drunk before she tries one, he thought as he opened the packet, but if she loves me like she says she does, she'll smoke them anyway.
"Here," he said handing her one of the small brown cigarettes and grinning.
"H-Hank, what is it?" she asked hesitantly, afraid of his answer.
"It's called a joint," he said with the same grin still on his face. "You take a few long drags and then, wow! Hell, it's better than booze ever thought of being."
"N-No! I can't ... not marijuana," she whispered her eyes suddenly wide with fright, but her mind was tinged with an uncertain cloud of curiosity.
"Honey, it's all right, just like liquor, only a thousand times better. All that crap you hear about pot is just a lot of bull. This stuff won't hurt you, and all you'll feel is fabulous! Come on, try it. Trust me."
Trust me. Trust me, she thought. I love him and I have to trust him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I know he wouldn't!
The sudden click of a match jerked her stare off the cigarette and she looked directly at the small black pupils that punctuated the centers of his dark eyes. Slowly, never taking her gaze from his reassuring face she held the joint to her mouth and sucked the warm, acrid smoke into her lungs until she could take no more. It seemed to lift her head slightly upward from the base of her neck, but that was all. It didn't hurt, and nothing seemed to be wrong.
She watched Hank take a long heavy drag from the same cigarette, holding his breath for a long, long while, then handing the slim brown stick back to her. She involuntarily nodded slightly, knowing that the nod was coming from somewhere deep in the back of her brain, then took another long sucking puff.
What seemed like hours was actually only a few minutes, but Ida had taken the full effect of the drug into her shivering young body. Above her head the afternoon sun burned its great heat onto her tender shoulders, and she looked skyward, staring at the bright orange disc that she worshipped as a Californian. Somehow, it looked so much different now, so much cooler and not nearly as bright, not nearly as hazy, just friendly, she thought through her drug-induced euphoria.
"Hey! Get down!" she heard Hank whisper and felt the urgent tug of his strong athletic hand on her bare arm. Easily, floating, she fell to the ground beside him, feeling her full, firm breasts flatten slightly as she bounced a fraction of an inch on the cool green grass. She moaned a quiet soft moan at the titillating pressure of the ground against her chest and wanted to remove the top of her blue bikini so that she could feel the prickly green blades of grass tickle the rosy tips of her breasts.
"Someone's coming," he whispered in her ear with a slight giggle.
"Oooooooh!" she purred, knowing that they might be discovered, but finding it exciting rather than frightening. The paranoia that accompanied the drug's effect accentuated the possible danger of being caught, and at the same time, blew the normal reaction, fear, out of shape, making Ida believe that she was party to a great adventure.
Hank's hand slipped over her moist, parted lips, stifling her delighted cry, and waited to see who had intruded on their private shangri-la.
"It's Bob and Dolly," he whispered, recognizing two of the teen-agers who had been in the volley ball game with them earlier. Hank tensed his lean muscles, waiting to see if the other couple would discover them behind the bushes, but they were too engrossed with each other to be looking around.
"It's all clear," Bob slurred, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of alcohol and marijuana that bristled through his spine.
"Wheeeeee," Dolly almost shrieked and threw her arms above her head, turning a small circle. "I'm really stoned!"
Ida gently twisted her head and Hank released his hand from her mouth, putting his finger to his lips with a light shosshing sound.
"They're really stoned out of their minds," he whispered. "Let's watch and see what they're gonna do."
That's really funny, she thought groggily to herself, watching the boy remove the girl's bikini top. They're going to do it right here and Hank and I can see them.
"We'd better move," Hank whispered. "They might see us."
Pretending she was a long sexy snake, Ida slid a few feet to her right, putting more bushes between herself and the stripping couple, but giving herself a good line of vision to watch the sensual movements of the other two teen-agers.
"Let's hurry. I don't think anyone can see us, but we'd better be careful," she heard Bob tell the five-foot-tall blonde who had already slipped the bottom half of her bikini over her ankles and thrown it on the damp grass. Ida could clearly see the girl's smooth, rounded buttocks in profile, slightly shuddering as a chilly salt spray blew up from the ocean. Her eyes followed the gentle curves of Dolly's naked body, traveling over the slight indentation of her slim waist, and across the easy rise of her ribcage to the fullness of her trembling breasts.
"Whoooeee," she heard Hank whisper as the naked girl turned her seductive body in a small half-circle and again raised her delicate arms above her head in a cat-like stretch.
Ida tweaked his ear for looking at another woman who was naked, but she didn't care, not really, because she was looking, too, and enjoying the vicarious thrill that tingled in her loins.
Dolly knelt to the ground, then fell back, spreading her arms and her long, supple thighs for the naked boy who quickly stretched out beside her.
"Goddamn! She's really stacked," Hank whispered in her sex-flushed ear.
But Ida hadn't heard him. Instead of watching the rolling gentle curves of Dolly's eighteen-year-old body, she stared at Bob's naked muscles rippling in the sunlight. His strong, sinewy torso strained as he adjusted himself next to the waiting, sensuous girl on the grass, and Ida's eyes searched his naked form until she saw the stiff throbbing rod that jutted out from his groin. It was so big, so powerful looking, she thought enviously, wanting to hold the rigid rod in her virginal hands. The only other penis she had ever seen was Hank's, but that was always in the darkness of his old car, shadowed and hot, and not really visible. Bob's long, pulsing organ, though, was right there in front of her eyes in the sunlight, red and glistening with sexual perspiration.
She and Hank watched Dolly reach out with her long, slender fingers and grasp the engorged head of Bob's instrument, stroking it gently, lovingly. The marijuana had slowed her sensuous movements to the point of almost slow-motion, and the naked girl rocked back and forth rapturously as she gleaned a small drop of clear white sperm from the pulsing tip.
Bob lowered his well-muscled nakedness all the way to the ground and Ida watched him crush his mouth suddenly over the girl's moist, parted lips, sucking her tongue quickly into his growling throat. Her eyes glazed and wide, she watched the girl roll back and take a long deep breath, sucking air into her lungs and making her already full-rounded breasts seem almost immense. She's beautiful, Ida thought to herself, wondering why she would watch a girl instead of a boy. It seemed almost unnatural.
Hank and Ida gasped together in a simultaneous sensation of vicarious joy as they watched Bob's hand slip across the girl's shoulder and flow over her quivering breasts in a slow, even motion.
"Just like us," Hank whispered and traced a finger across Ida's rising and falling breasts, slipping inside the constricting lining of her bikini and toying with the tender edges of her rose-colored nipple.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly, feeling the sensuous finger toy with her taut rising bud. "Just like we should be...."
Hank wanted it to be just like them, and now. He knew Ida was stoned, rocking her head back and forth, not understanding the reality that surrounded them. He wanted to fuck her today, here in the sunlight, and take her restricting virginity away from her forever....
They anxiously watched together as Bob's hand strayed away from Dolly's quivering breasts and slid over the gentle curve of her belly to the soft rise of silken blondness that covered her pubic mound. She mewled a childish sigh and wriggled her buttocks slightly as his hand teased the edges of her pubic triangle, searching for the moistness of her cuntal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Ida moaned through her marijuana-induced euphoria at the same time Dolly mewled. She knew that felt so good, sooo wonderful!
"We should be doing that now," Hank whispered and slid his gently caressing fingers out of her bikini top and around her slender back to the white button that held her halter up.
"Oh, Hank," she gasped through her parted lips as she heard his exciting words. Yes, they should be doing it now, here on the grass while the other couple made love in front of them.
She bit her lip, fearing her salacious thoughts, as Hank's hand slid across the upraised smoothness of her quivering white buttocks and felt a familiar growing tide of passion press at the hair-trimmed apex of her ivory thighs. Her hips jerked involuntarily at the touch and she saw Bob's index finger slide easily into Dolly's moist, wet vagina, visibly rotating slowly in the yearning channel. Ida heard her mewl again with obvious delight and wriggle her snow white buttocks, at the same time lifting her knees slightly and planting her heels in the grass.
Anxiously, Bob drew her hand from around his neck and placed the dainty, delicate fingers on the purplish head of his swollen penis. With surprising eagerness she began to stroke the throbbing phallus, moving it from side to side in small obscene circles as her hand rode sensuously up and down the long, rigid shaft.
"Goddamn it, go, baby," Hank whispered hoarsely while he gently kneaded the soft pliant white flesh of Ida's trembling buttocks and watched the girl begin to slide her lust-inciting fingers more rapidly along the veined underside of Bob's aching cock.
His lustful panting could be heard by the two Peeping Toms as he slowly lowered his sun-bleached head to her firm, full breasts and flicked out his tongue at the tiny, taut, red nipple. Dolly gasped with ecstatic delight as she felt the warm moistness of his mouth envelope the tip of her breast and begin hungrily sucking at her quivering flesh.
"H-Hank," Ida suddenly whispered huskily through her full red lips. "Let's do it now, Hank. Let's do it now!"
Yes! Yes! his mind screamed from a darkened, drug-hazed corner, but he heard himself say "No, baby, let's watch them. We'll both get so turned on that we won't want them to hear us."
Breathlessly she agreed and then heard a strange whirring sound through the marijuana-fog that clouded her brain. What's that, she wanted to ask Hank, but her drug-induced concentration was captured by the flaming red head of Bob's penis. She watched him start to lift his shaking body on top of the writhing girl and slide the thick shaft along the insides of her thighs, but as he did, Dolly suddenly turned her head away.
"P-Please, wait," she whimpered, her breath coming in short jerking gasps.
Bob lowered himself back to the ground, keeping his maddening finger lewdly rotating in the warm softness of her vagina.
Whirrrr! came the strange sound in the background through the silence.
"Bobby," she whimpered, hesitating for a moment. "Bobby, this is the first time. I'm still a virgin...."
Hank and Ida suddenly looked at each other in disbelief.
"Well, sonofabitch," Bob hissed. "Fucking out here in the grass and you're still a virgin!"
Ida jerked her head at the obscene four-letter word, but suddenly discovered that she was thrilled that she was vicariously sharing the girl's experience. She was watching another girl lose her virginity ... that was like losing your own twice, she giggled to herself through the narcotic haze that covered her thoughts.
Hank smiled lewdly beside her and watched Bob now manipulating the helpless virgin who was skewered on the end of his commanding finger. She lay there, her eyes closed, wriggling quietly against the strong wrist between her muscular, suntanned thighs, and he obscenely grinned with lust as he slowly began to change the rhythm of his exciting probings. His eyes gleamed in the sunlight and he looked toward his worming finger as it slithered in and out of the young girl's virginal orifice, wanting to see what an untouched cunt really looked like. Hank, his eyes glazed with lust and marijuana, shuddered at the passion that rippled through his groin. He could feel the steady throbbing in his thick cock, pounding and demanding that it be released from the unfair imprisonment of his swimming trunks.
Not distracted by the whirring sound hidden in the bushes, Bob dropped his head again to her breasts, sucking at the hard, erect little nipples until she groaned with a renewed flash of passion, spreading her lips in an almost soundless reverie as the tortuous ripples of pleasure coarsed through the trembling passage between her limp, widespread thighs. Her fist grabbed at his jerking penis again and squeezed it with every ounce of her wanting strength, making him grunt in pain and unwillingly pull the clenched fist away from his aching rod.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked, looking up to his left at the bush where the steady whirring continued.
Now she waited ... a second ... two ... two seconds ... this was the decision that would change her from a naive little girl to a knowing woman ... the most dangerous and most-wanted decision she had ever made.
Ida purred a tiny sigh through her parted lips as she heard the girl answer: "Yes, now. Fuck me now, please ... but gently."
Bob raised himself and eased his trembling thighs between the prostrate young virgin's widespread legs. Ida stared at the jutting penis that pointed out from his hair-covered groin, feeling a lewdly sensuous tide of desire rippling through the moistness that flooded the lewdly excited channel of her own virginal cunt. She wanted to jump up now and trade places with Dolly, but she suddenly heard Hank's heavy panting next to her and knew that today, finally, she would have the courage to make love with him.
Slowly, like an ominous cloud, Bob lowered himself over Dolly's quivering nakedness, hearing her whimper with anticipation, then feeling her thighs spread a little wider, accepting his threatening body between them.
Hank and Ida stared, transfixed, as he held his throbbing phallus in one hand, guiding the long spear toward the hair-trimmed fountain of pleasure that waited at the apex of her slender yearning thighs.
Suddenly, a grunt of pain and pleasure pierced their ears and they saw the girl ierk as the head of the massive organ disappeared into the hidden valley between the pink lips beneath her soft pubic mound.
"Ooooh, God!" she wailed as the intruding instrument pierced the tender skin of her constricting maidenhead. The force of the entry and the power of marijuana threw her head back, but in spite of her gasping whimpers, she didn't try to push him away. This is what she wanted, what she'd waited for ever since she was a little girl, and in a moment she would be a virgin no longer.
Bob's hand released its grip on his massive cock and Hank could see that only the smooth, rubbery head had slipped into the hair-lined cunt between the girl's widespread legs. He smiled obscenely as he watched Dolly gritting her teeth, while Bob kneeled obscenely above her, preparing to thrust the remainder of his aching prick into her wide-stretched pussy. Her buttocks quivered and clenched involuntarily, waiting for the final brutal onslaught from the pulsating cock. Hank knew that in a few minutes he, too, would be fucking a virgin, the drugged, excited girl who quivered on the damp green grass beside him.
"Stop moving," Ida whispered suddenly. "You don't want them to see us, do you?"
He smiled at her sudden command and stopped rotating his buttocks. He didn't realize she was so turned on, and slid his hand over the tender backs of her supple thighs, inserting a finger under the restricting elastic of her bikini to find the fiery moistness of her trembling cuntal lips. She responded with a moan and moved her hand toward him while he turned his body, letting the fullness of the phallic bulge in his swim trunks stare out at her in an excited invitation. Neither of them paid any attention to the metallic whir ring that droned in the background as she slid the trunks over his trim, athletic hips, then slipped out of her own bikini bottoms. His thing is just like Bob's she thought, but bigger! A flash of pride and sexual excitement shot through the quivering flesh of her buttocks and she instinctively grasped his throbbing organ beneath his swim trunks with both hands. Then slowly, her fingers under the tightness of his trunks, she began to slide the excess skin back and forth over the excited glans, making him almost whimper with desire as she quickly speeded up her rhythm. He couldn't stand the wait, he foggily told himself, but put a hand on her wrist in spite of his yearning for climax, and forced her to stroke him more slowly, more tenderly. Then he turned his lust-filled eyes toward the other couple, indicating to her to do the same.
Ida shuddered with a wave of sexual delight as she watched the other two naked copulating bodies and at the same time felt the throbbing hardness of Hank's massive penis between her softly stroking fingers. Her head jerked in response to Dolly's whimpering and watched Dolly writhing her hips back and forth as Bob's aching prick slid further, one agonizing inch at a time, into her widely stretching cunt. Ida knew that the time for both of them was close: the time when the whole world would disappear into a wild crescendo of passion as spurting fluids climaxed their closely observed union.
Whirrrrrrrrrrr floated somewhere through the back of her mind, but she ignored it, feeling within herself Dolly's pain as Bob's penis stretched her maidenhead to its breaking point, then with one final powerful thrust, drove the full length of his huge cock deep into her smooth clasping cunt.
A shattering scream pierced Hank's ears as the final resistance burst and Dolly's virginity was no more. He saw Bob's cheeks tighten with a blood-filled contraction while Dolly begged for mercy, wanting release from the awful pain ... pain....
"Oooooooh my God," she whimpered. "Please stop!"
But it was too late!
Bob had taken her virginity forever and there was nothing that could bring it back now, nothing that could return the innocence that she had lost in one passion-filled hour of seduction and drugs. Bob's massive penis stroked in the passage, pulling her quivering pink lips after it, then withdrew, opening the newly christened orifice a little wider each time. Pain ... pain ... Dolly thought vaguely to herself, but suddenly realized that she was lying. There was no more pain! It had stopped as soon as her precious virginity had gone! Instead, there was the familiar rippling of sex-flushed muscles that his fingers had given her, only the exciting sensations were more intense now, more maddening.
She groaned with a wanting desire and Hank and Ida watched her mouth close wetly over Bob's panting lips when he bent his blond head over hers. She sucked voraciously at his tongue as she felt the lewd stroking in her hair-trimmed vagina quicken its rhythm, joining the rapturous pounding of her desire-maddened heartbeat. A second later she moaned softly as the driving shaft sank deeper and harder into her clasping pussy, forcing her raised knees to drop limply as her useless legs jerked involuntarily out to the side. It was happening! It was really happening! She was being screwed ... fucked! That's what the boys always say ... fucked ... and she loved it, oh God yes, she loved it!
Hank's fingers were driving in and out of Ida's virginal passage in an obscene, passionate rhythm with Bob's thrusting cock, but they had to wait. He had to slow down, he had to wait until he, too, could rob a young teen-age girl of her virginity! It wasn't love he felt now. It was sex. No, lust ... wild, crazy lust!
He and Ida watched Dolly's thighs clenching and unclenching in a lewd, frantic effort to reach her long-awaited climax. Her jerking buttocks jumped upward to meet Bob's powerful thrusting cock as it drove its massive rubbery head deep into her hair-covered cunt, and Hank watched the wet, pink lips spreading each time Bob's ramming cock withdrew, slick and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Ida, too, stared, transfixed with an awakened lust for sex as the girl's flailing legs whipped spastically out wide, exposing even more of the wet fiery lips that clasped eagerly for more of the thrusting spear.
Hank's finger skewered wildly into Ida's flooding cunt and he felt the rising tide of orgasm coming to him as her hand jerked rapidly along the aching length of his throbbing prick. He was there in the bushes, not Bob, fucking Dolly, screwing her virginal pussy like a mad man, driving, thrusting, ramming into the smooth, fiery channel until he thought he could stand it no longer.
Bob was gasping now through the monotonous metallic whirring, burying himself in Dolly's wet sucking flesh. He wanted to be brutal now and he pushed her widespread thighs up toward her breasts, holding their ivory columns while he pushed roughly with his lips. Dolly mewled in a lusty, throaty groan, helpless, lost in herself, hardly aware that it was Bob, a boy she just met today, doing this to her, aware only that her naked body, that the aching channel in her belly, was filled with a strange new object which seemed to split it and rasp its smooth walls with an unbelievably exciting rhythm that was growing into a wildly crashing sea in the drug-hazed corners of her mind.
Hank, gasping, knowing that there "was little time left, suddenly grabbed Ida's wrist and jerked her hand away from his throbbing cock. He wasn't going to cum, yet, not while Ida lay there writhing beside him, his finger ravaging the virginal walls of her hot wet cunt. No, goddamn it, no matter how much it hurt him to stop, he wasn't going to lose his chance to fuck her today!
But Ida, nearly wild with the obscene thrill of watching another couple making love, and the skewering finger that jerked inside her helpless vagina, couldn't keep her eyes off the wet, raw area into which Bob's penis was thrusting. She could see the sudden spastic quivering as their pelvises met, holding ... trembling, then each of them, their hair-covered groins together ... burst in one last wild, whipping fury of orgasm! The air was filled with their combined groans of passion and lust as they whimpered in pain and pleasure, fluids spewing into her cunt and overflowing from the open pink lips while they bucked once more.
Ida couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hank," she whispered through her tightly clenched teeth. "Oh, God, Hank, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming!"
Then, with the hellish heat of a blast furnace, her vagina seemed to split, and the fluids of orgasm surged through her body ... fiery ... volcanic ... her lips almost silently mewled obscenities for the first time ... and then slowly the passion ebbed and she lowered her hips, hearing Hank's finger slip out of her vagina with a slight sucking sound.
Love! Hank sneered to himself as he watched his girlfriend gasping for breath on the grass beside him in the last throes of orgasm. She was just like anyone else, he thought bitterly. She wanted to be fucked like any other bitch ... and like any guy.
He waited for her to finish and looked toward the other couple, dressing quickly. But something seemed strange to the drugged maze of his mind ... the whirring had stopped.
What whirring? he thought, tilting his head. I know I heard something whirring!
"Take it easy, goddamnit," Rod whispered at the boy next to him, who was fumbling with a small black film cartridge. "If you don't be quiet, you'll fuck up everything."
Rod, too, had a film cartridge, and his sweating fingers were trying to load it as quietly as possible into the small home-movie camera that he cradled in his lap. He and a fraternity brother, Phil, had just finished filming the torrid sex scene that Hank and Ida had watched so fervently. Now they were re-loading their cameras so that they might film Hank and his virgin girlfriend as soon as they started making love.
Any minute now, Rod thought to himself, trying to spur his unresponding fingers as he clicked the cartridge into place. The whole party had worked out much better than he had planned. So far he had talked three of his fraternity brothers into screwing a girl while he filmed them, but now this was really going to be something. Already he'd filmed the lewd sex scene with Bob and Dolly, a little virgin he'd picked up on the highway. He had filmed the entire spectacle from behind Hank and Ida, just to their left, including their mutual masturbation with Bob and Dolly's lewd fucking scene.
Now he and Phil would film the couple that had just watched one wild exhibition, already turned on. Amazing, he thought, how Hank could have known that we were going to do this. Only a small number of fraternity members knew about the filming in advance-one of them must have told him, Rod thought, remembering Hank's promise to give them all a great show with his girlfriend. Goddamn it, he's really on the ball, that kid. He'll go far, that's for sure, planning something like this right under our noses and giving the whole fraternity a vicarious fuck with Ida. We wont forget this for a long time, nobody will!
"Ready," Phil whispered over his shoulder. "What are they doing now?"
Rod craned his neck to watch Hank and Ida half-hidden by the small clump of bushes. The other couple had already gone, leaving them completely alone, or so they thought, and Rod could see Ida, sitting cross-legged, her full,-sex-flushed breasts hanging firmly from her naked upper torso. Hank handed her another marijuana cigarette and she eagerly took a long drag, expanding the ripe, fullness of her jiggling breasts as she sucked the smoke into her lungs.
"Oooooooooohhh!" she cooed when she blew the smoke out of her parted lips in a long, sensuous cloud. "That was really wild....Bob and Dolly, I mean'," she giggled, completely immersed in a cloud of sensation from the dangerous drug.
"Not as good as we'll be." Hank winked at her as he took another long puff from the loosely packed brown stick. "Much more of this pot and we'll be flyin so high that we might end up fucking in a tree."
"Oh, Hank," she gasped at his obscenity, but she said no more. That word hadn't really bothered her at all, she thought, slowly rolling her head back and forth in a sensuous rhythm with her pounding heart. Bob had said it to Dolly, and now Hank has said it to me ... just a word is what he always calls it ... a word ... fuck? Fuck, she thought again, giggling out loud as the marijuana roamed the warm, damp channels of her
. J body with its sensuous fingers-fuck, just a word ... fuck.
"Fuck," she said aloud with an almost childlike delight, suddenly throwing her hand over her open mouth as the single syllable slipped through her lips.
"What did you say?" Hank hissed, trying to hold the smoke he had just inhaled deep in his lungs.
"Fuck," she giggled, gleefully watching his dark eyes widen in surprise at her voice. "Fuck, is all I said. Shall we Hank, shall we fuck now?"
Goddamn! he thought to himself as an uncontrollable knot of desire tied itself at the base of his penis. The way she said it, "Fuck," opened a flood-gate of passion that quickly filled his penis to its full hardness, and he felt the straining prick press against the confinement of his swimming trunks. Goddamnit, he wanted to screw her so badly, he didn't know if he could last long enough to shove his throbbing cock into her virginal cunt. Somehow he'd have to make himself hold back, but how could he wait any longer?
"Y-Yeah," he stammered and snuffed out the marijuana stick into the ground. She was really stoned; she had to be to ever say fuck. I wonder if she'll really let me fuck her this time, he doubted for a moment. I wonder if shell really do it!
Flicking the smoldering butt out of the thicket, he leaned forward and suddenly covered her soft parted lips with his ravenous mouth, letting all his weight fall over her half-naked body, crushing her trembling breasts between them. The hidden switch in her loins flicked on automatically at his heavy touch and she felt the dizzying electricity of passion building its currents through the wanting channels of her body and mind. Watching Bob and Dolly do it ... fuck ... had finally made her realize that she wanted to be a virgin no longer, that she wanted Hank to put his thing, his prick ... into her tight, virginal hole and end her wonderings about sex.
She pictured his massive organ throbbing in her drug-clouded mind and then felt his hands cupping her firm, quivering buttocks. His heavy panting, almost savage in its urgency, whistled through her ears as she felt him pull her trembling hips toward him, pressing their bikini-covered front against the rigid bulge that throbbed beneath his swim trunks. Wanting all of him crushing tightly against her, she grabbed his long, wavy hair and pulled his head as tightly as she could against her mouth, pushing her eager, wet tongue between his lips and murmuring tiny moans of growing desire into his throat.
Just outside the thicket, Rod and Phil watched intently, absorbed in Ida's growing passion. Rod's camera whirred in his ear as he listened to her muffled murmurs of desire and could barely keep the camera from shaking as he felt the throbbing of his cock calling for release. Goddamn! she's a hot little fuck, he swore to himself, then heard a click beside his ear, signifying that his film had run out.
Quickly, he pointed to Phil, who pushed the start button on his own camera, recording 'the writhing bodies on the grass while Rod reloaded. He looked up suddenly from his camera when he heard Hank's voice whisper in short gasps: "Take your bikini pants off."
She felt his weight cautiously lift away from her and take the pulsing touch of his prick away, too. No! She didn't want that beautiful throbbing to stop! Don't take it away, she thought, wanting to feel the massive hardness jerking against her moistening pubic mound. She wanted all of him, always ... then suddenly she shuddered as his hands slid over the trembling flesh of her upraised breasts, down to the elastic band of her bikini bottom. Eagerly, she lifted her hips, and he slid the tiny pants down her thighs, looking at the damp spot of pleasure in her crotch that had secreted from between the quivering lips of her vagina.
Naked at last! Cod, it feels so good, she thought as the cooling spray from the ocean prickled her exposed naked flesh. Almost delirious with the joy of being completely nude in the out-of-doors, she jumped up to her knees and threw her arms around Hank's muscled stomach as he, too, kneeled, his concentration momentarily on the wet spot on her bikini that he had held in his hand above his head.-Crushing her lips against his wet torso, she slipped her hand downward along his sweating body, searching for the wonderful bulge of his engorged penis. Then, she found it, its hardness, its marvelous throbbing and she slowly lowered her head to get her lips closer to his pulsating prick. She wanted to touch it, to kiss it, to love the long, thick shaft with her whole being.
Gently, her long, delicate fingers squeezed the massive rigidness through the tightness of his trunks, then, in an uncontrollable, lust-incited impulse, she pursed her lips and tenderly kissed the hidden penis, softly moaning at the forbidden touch.
Far above her head he moaned through his tightly clenched teeth and then flexed his muscular buttocks in an obscene response to her titillating lips. He felt her arms move quickly to his sides and the tops of his trunks, and moaned again, almost delirious with sex and marijuana as she slipped the tight trunks downward, grunting and panting through her parted lips and she stripped his one article of clothing away, leaving him kneeling and naked in the afternoon sunlight.
"Oooooohhhh," she gasped as her eyes beheld the long, swaying prick that jutted out from his hair-covered groin. It was so big! Bigger and thicker than she could remember ... it was never this big at night when she stroked it in the back seat of his car. Her hands raised cautiously to the pulsating tip of the jutting organ and grasped the smooth, rubbery head firmly.
It felt so nice, so hard and thick out here in the sunlight!
She stared, wide-eyed with sexual desire, feeling the blood coarsing through the bluish veins while he moaned softly above her, afraid to let her continue her lewd exploration, afraid to let her stop.
Slowly, expertly her hands began to gently stroke the long, hard rod, pulling at the excess skin that crowded around the base of the rubbery red head, its bright, blood-filled color contrasting with the soft whiteness of her fingertips. Gently she moved her long fingers along the bottom of the quivering penis, holding it lightly in her hand, then squeezing its thickness, first lightly ... then harder, wanting to know how much pressure the pulsing organ would take. It was so hot and hard, yet it bent slightly under her hand's pressure....God it was so beautiful! Why had she waited so long? Why had she stayed a virgin for so long?
Aching with passion, he dropped his hand to hers and guided her hand along the length of the rigid organ, showing her what he wanted ... what he wanted now. Eager to please him ... the boy who loved her ... she began a gentle, sensuous massage of his slightly jerking penis, not stopping when his hand dropped limply away from hers, and he pushed his hips forward with a gasp.
Sexually tormented and drugged by the narcotic, he began a slow rocking back and forth on his knees, and she started to rock with him, feeling the floating ecstasy of marijuana guiding her sensuous motions while her hand continued its lascivious squeezing and stroking along his throbbing flesh.
Then she heard him suddenly pant and gasp much louder, falling over sideways in a blue, drug-hazed dive to the moist green grass. No! She couldn't let it get away from her, never! her mind whirled and she fell to the prickly grass with him, never releasing her grip on the jerking penis.
"Ooohhhh," she moaned huskily, knowing that she had not lost her beloved god. She looked at the massive rigid organ only an inch from her eyes, her face was nestled in the muscled softness of his upper thighs, and Ida could smell the sweet, pungent odor of sex whispering through her nostrils. My God, it's so big! she told herself silently in wonderment as she stared at the huge cudgel, her eyes closer to its dangerous tip than ever before.
"Son of a bitch!" Rod whispered in the bushes while he watched, his camera poised to start again as soon as Phil ran out of film. "She's gonna suck him off! Wow, Hank said that cunt was a better fuck than any other hot little pussy around here, and he wasn't fuckin' lyin'!"
The camera's steady whrrrr droned in Phil's ear as he watched the girl's open red lips, poised just inches from the pulsing head of Hank's aching prick, and he could feel their moist warmth close around his own cock and start sucking as he saw Hank's hands come into view through the camera's sights. He saw him pull gently as the strong, excited fingers slipped through her long blonde hair and tugged her head lightly, pointing her ovaled, waiting lips toward the throbbing end of his hardened prick. She started to jerk her head away, but the invitation of his tugging fingers in her hair and the pulsing rubbery head before her eyes commanded her to obey. A light salty taste touched her lips as he pushed his hips up, caressing the fullness of her mouth with the burning head of his organ. Then, slowly, automatically, she opened her mouth a little further and slipped her glistening lipstick-rimmed lips wetly down over the throbbing reddish tip.
For a moment she wanted to stop, afraid that if she took all of it she would choke, but the firm pressure of his hands on the back of her head kept her immobile, forcing her to adjust to the obscene sensation. She'd kissed it once before, she thought, through his pants. Why not kiss it now, love it tenderly like she really wanted to?
Lying there beside him, her lips enveloping the huge head of his throbbing phallus, she began to slowly rock her head back and forth, feeling the rubbery tip rub across the stiffness of the roof of her saliva-filled mouth. The marijuana wanted her to scream with joy at the delicious, obscene waves of pleasure that coarsed through her flooding vagina ... hot and aching just like his ... his prick! And the obscene word shot through her mind for the first time in her life, but she didn't care; she wanted only to lick and suck his fiery prick into her mouth, cooling its urgent wanting passion.
His moans were getting louder each time she bobbed her head sensuously up and down, making him press her blonde head tighter against his hair-covered groin. Another inch of the pulsing penis slipped into her mouth and she ran her long wet tongue around it, lubricating the rock-hard flesh that would surely flood her throat in a few moments. Voluntarily, exhilarated by her own lewd thoughts and the throbbing in her mouth, she shoved her head forward, sucking more of his rigid cock into her mouth, pleased that she was making him gasp and cough with pent-up passion. She was happy now, so happy! She loved him and was sucking his wonderful prick to make him cum, to make him feel the greatest pleasure she could give him!
There was no shame in her lust-maddened mind as she sucked voraciously at his jerking penis. There was only her limitless desire to please him, knowing that the sexual fires writhing in her own loins would also soon be bursting with a rapturous fulfillment.
She heard his moanings suddenly become short heavy gasps, fighting to hold back his pent-up climax. He fought fiercely, clenching his twitching thighs together and rapidly flexing the excited muscles of his buttocks, his body now rigid, anticipating the final moment.
"Now, now!" she heard him gasp, suddenly breaking into a frenzied barking cough as he involuntarily jerked his whole naked body, shoving the rest of his throbbing penis deep into the throat, sliding through her hot, wet saliva and gently scratching the tender flesh along her sharp white teeth. Trying not to choke, she suddenly felt the hot, sticky wetness flooding her mouth and filling her throat with its erupting heat in a spewing burst of orgasm ... fiery, encircling her tongue ... filling her with his life-giving sperm!
She swallowed again and again to stop the precious fluids from escaping her mouth and felt him suddenly relax. The massive penis was quickly deflating in her mouth, and she licked at it, begging for it to stay hard ... to take her virginity! She twirled her tongue around the deflating head and quickly licked it clean, then let it slip out of her mouth and fall limply against his thigh.
Her mind reeled with the heat of his passion and the vivid taste of his sperm still on the back of her tongue. She moved her head back and rolled slightly away from him, watching his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath and began to relax.
"Motherfuck!" Rod wheezed from behind the bushes and rubbed the aching erection in his own pants. "That was the goddamnest thing I've ever seen."
He turned to see Phil kneeling on the ground beside him, his hand just releasing his penis. A white cobweb of sperm hung to the ground from its tip and Rod chuckled, secretly wishing he had masturbated, too. Goddamn it, she was really something!
"Come on," he told Phil. "Reload your camera and get ready for another big scene. I know goddamn well she's not finished yet, not until he takes that cock of his and fucks her half to death."
Ida had watched Hank for more than ten minutes, waiting for him to say something to her ... something reassuring, telling her of his undying love, the love she felt for him.
Finally he handed her another marijuana stick and they quickly smoked it, building a thicker wall around them, keeping out the reality of the sunlit Sunday afternoon.
Enraptured by the smoking, and waiting for his final sexual onslaught, the end to her virginity, Ida felt his hand slip over her breasts at the same instant that the whirring started again, but she shuddered involuntarily at his touch, ignoring the foreign sound from the bushes behind her. His fin gers slid over the rising tips of her trembling breasts, and she suddenly felt his lips moistly caressing her glistening belly, the wetness of his hard, wet tongue running tiny circles around her navel.
She cooed at the lascivious tongue, and with a sensuous rolling motion it ran quickly over the gentle swell of her belly and pressed lightly against the softness of her trembling thighs. She felt his hands, young and strong, taking her hips and easily turning her over while his tantalizing tongue never lifted from her suntanned flesh. Its hard, wet tip slipped along her spine, then back down to the white crevice between her moon-like buttocks, and the two soft perspiring mounds shivered involuntarily as his tongue moistened their flesh, sending rapturous shocks of sexual electricity through her naked quivering body. The tongue rolled to the crest of her hips and she felt him lift her again, turning her slender body over to rest her virginal buttocks on the prickly wet grass.
A shuddering moan escaped her wide-open mouth as she felt his biting lips slip over the tops of her thighs and disappear between her legs. His light beard scratched a sensuous path along the trembling inner thighs and she rolled her head slowly from side to side, completely entranced by the sensuous licking near her crotch.
"Ooooooohhh!" she wailed as the tongue suddenly slid to the soft blond field of pubic hair and twisted its way through the satiny triangle until it found the swollen pink lips that protected her wet clasping vagina. Oh God! her mind reeled as the hard wetness slithered in between the two trembling lips and lapped at the warm moistness, darting over the untouched entrance to her virginal channel. "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped again and involuntarily jerked her legs up, bending her knees and widening the glistening pink slit that ached for the fulfillment of a blinding sexual climax. And then, instinctively, her hands reached down and grabbed his long hair, pulling his contorted face tightly against the quivering pink cleft, wanting him to eat her alive ... to devour her-her pussy! Words she'd never used before streaked through her drugged, lust-maddened mind as the tormenting tongue slithered through the moistness of her vaginal slit, making her wriggle her buttocks in an obscene savage frenzy until the wild undulations began to take form and rotate against his hungry face in a steady, lusty rhythm.
Hank nearly choked from lack of air as his face lay buried in her undulating crotch, licking and pulling at the frenzied bud of her ripe, erect clitoris. He knew he was stoned on all the pot they'd smoked, but she ... she was blown out of her fucking mind! Growling as he sucked at her vaginal opening he thought of how he was going to fuck her 'til she passed out, the hot little cunt! How the hell could she be so fucking wild and still be a virgin! Goddamn, Tve gotta fuck her now! Now!
He ground his mouth once more against the pink wetness, then jerked his head away, watching her trembling buttocks rotate in the air, her hair-lined pussy open and seeming to suck for air as she writhed in unfulfilled torment. Holding his eyes on the glistening orifice he reached out and grabbed her legs, straightening them out to either side of his kneeling body. He looked down to see his jerking prick swaying back and forth between her wide-spread thighs like a giant cannon taking aim at her maidenhead. He'd, fuck her now, goddamn it! No more of that agonizing waiting, he would take that virgin cunt and tear it apart with his cock! he thought. Then she'll be mine! All mine!
He grunted as his body fell forward and crushed his weight down, half on her writhing body and half on the grass. Her hips slowly rocked from side to side beneath him and he could see her eyes clenched tightly shut while her mouth formed silent obscenities to the sky. That pot had really turned her on, he grinned, and suddenly found his own head jerked back by a nodding blast of marijuana-inspired spasm. He knew he was almost as stoned as she was, but that didn't stop him from lowering his head to steal one more delicious taste from her panting lips.
He brushed his lips over hers, sucking her limp tongue into his mouth just like he had sucked her clitoris between her jerking thighs. His hand grasped the pointed fullness of her breasts, forcing a painful squeal from her throat, but he continued to knead and pull at the tender quivering flesh in a final preparation for his lust-maddened assault on her maidenhead.
Pulling himself slowly on top of her while he still sucked voraciously at her soft pink tongue, he clumsily slid his long rigid penis along the inside of her thighs toward the quivering flesh beneath her sparse young pubic mound. She moaned in ecstatic anticipation and he dropped one hand to the long rigid shaft, guiding it more steadily toward the waiting lips of her untouched cunt.
"Oooooooh!" she groaned as the rubbery tip brushed past the silken hairs and probed the clasping entranceway of her virginal channel. She could feel it giving way, one tormented cell at a time, slowly, painfully, until her maidenhood stretched to the breaking point. The whole fiery head had burrowed into the aching passage and she groaned again, knowing that she was living the final seconds of her virginity, starting on the threshold of a new fife, free of restriction, open to unknown pleasures that awaited her as a liberated, sexually free young girl.
Then it happened!
With a crushing groan and a single thrust he sank his thick pulsing cock into the smooth wet, hair-trimmed opening!
"Aaarrggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the pain exploded in her vagina, splitting her maidenhead in the first ceremony of her womanhood. He withdrew the pulsing rod and shoved it forward again into her hair-covered pussy, this time all the way to the hilt. He could hear her whimpering for him to stop, but it was too late now. He'd broken her cherry and now he'd found his real meaning for love-sex-fucking like he should have been doing for months, wild abandoned sex, heightened by the sensational exaltation of drugs! This was life ... animal fucking in lusting heat.
Her whimperings were becoming breathless pants as she felt his prick stroking her ravaged cuntal walls, building the fire that she had felt so many times before ... the fire that now was a roaring blaze of passion, flaming to a thunderous crescendo that she anticipated with mixed fear and joy. It still hurt, but the tiny amount of pain could hardly match the growing waves of pleasure that erupted from every cell of her writhing naked body.
She reached up and threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if she were afraid to fall into the vortex of orgasm that awaited her. Her mouth was slack with passionate lust as she whimpered tiny gasps of desire and lifted her long, slender legs, wrapping them around his back and locking her ankles together. Her hips jerked upwards as he rammed his penis again and again into the wide-stretched entrance, his balls slapping wildly against her upraised buttocks as his frenzied pitch increased with each agonizing thrust. Her clasping pussy was sucking the life out of his cock, he thought, in an insane flash of lust-induced hallucination. It was too much, too much! He wanted to scream, but instead, he backed still harder against her ramming pelvis.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" he yelled as her cuntal lips slipped over the long length of his driving penis and he felt the rubbery tip reach the furthest depths of her smooth, wet vagina, kissing her hidden cervix with its tiny leaking slit. Her thighs were squeezing at his sides at the same time, crushing the breath from his lungs with a vise-like grip. Christ! She was the fabulous ... insane with desire ... the greatest fuck he'd ever have, and she belonged to him! She loved him, wanted him more than anything, wanted to give him everything, every pleasure, every sexual joy that they could ever invent together! He owned her and would demand it from her from now on ... every time he could get his cock into her fiery cunt, he'd fuck her like this ... wild and untamed! Oh yes, goddamn it! OH FUCK YES!
Instinctively he slid his hands over her buttocks, feeling the jiggling white flesh as she bucked under him and mewled with delight at his new, lascivious touch on her quivering bottom. The delicious orbs were firm, yet gave to his kneading fingers, spreading and jiggling as he shook them in his hands. They clenched and unclenched as he gripped them, still bucking in an obscene rhythm of uncontrolled passion while he slid his throbbing organ in and out of her ravished passage.
His mind a shattered puzzle of lust and desire, he slid his fingers around the flexing white orbs to the wide-spread crevice between them and tapped at the tiny hairless anus. She jerked her buttocks more wildly as his obscene finger probed the tight elastic orifice, then pressed the tip downward, pushing against the softness that would open up ... if he just pushed hard enough.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she moaned as the finger probed the entranceway, suddenly slipping inside the damp, moist passage up to the first knuckle, sending a shrieking shock of pleasure through her bowels. It was wrong, wrong ... but it was also too late! Nothing could stop Hank from shoving his intruding finger further into her untouched rectum, and nothing could wipe out the desire she felt as it wormed its way inward. She'd had too much marijuana and too much excitement to stop either of them from doing anything but taking joy in any perverted way they could devise.
Rod was still watching, one hand jerking wildly at his exposed penis as Phil photographed the naked writhing couple on the grass. His camera mechanically recorded Hank's jerking hips as he impaled the helpless, lust-crazed girl's wide-stretched vagina with his throbbing penis. His face contorted with desire, he fell forward and crushed his mouth over hers, rubbing his chest across her wildly dancing breasts, flattening their fullness and feeling the taut red nipples press against his naked torso, seeming to suck the lustful energy from his spastically beating heart.
Her long legs suddenly shot out to the side and fell limply on the wet grass, spreading her ravaged vagina as wide as she could, giving the battering cock more room to drive its thick hardness deeper and more brutally into her aching channel. Feeling his rapturous kisses while her legs flailed helplessly at her sides, she bit his lip with a ruthless passion, drawing blood from his gasping mouth, then biting his neck, nipping at the taut flesh with her teeth, sending pounding rivers of lust through his body.
Her sharp teeth increased his uncontrolled ramming into her defenseless vagina and he could feel his orgasm pressing hard at the depths of his balls, begging for the command to shoot their fiery white sperm through his driving penis.
She was meeting his every savage thrust, clamping her lasciviously grinding buttocks together over his finger as it continued to worm and skewer its way around in the tightness of her tiny rectum, making her howl with lustful delight, wailing like a wounded animal.
Oh fuck! There was hardly any time left, he vaguely told himself as her clenching buttocks rode upward, harder and harder against his battering pelvis. He was flying on a cloud of marijuana and lust that he had never imagined existed, but it was almost over....
He sensed her orgasm coming as he heard her delirious moanings shatter the air and felt her buck upwards, flexing her tight little buttocks around his worming finger in one final passion-filled jerk.
"Oh, Oh, Hank! I'm cumming, my darling! I'm cumming now!"
With her exalted cry she wriggled her whole body in one sharp furious movement, hanging on to nothing but his neck for a second, then jerking spastically, once, twice, again ... for nearly ten seconds as the first climax of her womanhood shook the very depths of her being.
Even after she had finished, she held tightly to his neck while he thrust viciously into her wide-stretched vagina with the last spasms of energy in his lust-crazed body. He listened to her whimpering, "I love you, I love you," but could only gasp with pleasure as the head of his penis began to grow, expanding, hurting, racked with his impending climax. He dug his nails into her supple flesh, felt her hands around his neck, digging, urging, asking for his sperm. His massive penis had expanded to its final limit and she was groaning beneath him as its immense proportions pummeled her helpless vagina in the final thrusts of desire before his balls exploded in a thunderous crescendo of orgasm. He felt his sperm shooting through the underside of the jerking cock, spewing his life-blood into her wet, open channel until finally, exhausted by the torrents of lust that had drained his body, he fell limply on top of her.
"Oh, my darling," she whispered into his ear as he laid almost lifeless on top of her. "I love you, Hank. That was so beautiful, so wonderful."
But he hadn't heard her through his completely satisfied unconsciousness, and she realized that they wouldn't have to speak. For Ida, there were no words needed for true lovers, and she fell gently asleep, her satisfied body spread obscenely under him.
A slight, shuddering tremor shook Ida's nude buttocks, waking Hank with a start. His hand had been resting on her exposed bottom for more than an hour as they laid unconscious in the thicket of yellowing bushes, totally exhausted from their sexual bout. Hank's head throbbed with a dull ache, the aftermath of almost ten marijuana cigarettes and his mind refused to clear itself of the drug's cobwebs.
Shaking his head, he looked upward into the glaring blaze of the September afternoon sun, and thought for a moment that he would go blind from the intense nuclear light. Its relentless heat beat down on the naked skin of their bodies, and he could see the growing pinkness on Ida's rounded buttocks. He knew that they would suffer from terrible sunburns for the next week, but as he thought about the hour that they had made love, he knew it was worth it.
True, their sex had been heightened by the drugs, but if that's what it took to finally breach her maidenhood, then the means certainly justified the end. She had been the most exciting piece of ass he had ever had, bar none. Her passion and willingness had excited him to near-insanity, and he thought that if her love-making could do that to him, there had to be something more between them than just sex. Maybe that teas the ultimate goal of sex, he wondered. Maybe love grew out of sex, rather than being simply another word for intercourse. Perhaps he'd been wrong about love when he said it was just a word, an excuse to screw. Perhaps it was the satisfied feeling of fulfillment that he felt now, looking at the naked girl lying beside him, her back, buttocks and thighs growing red from the sun's beating ultra-violet rays.
He heard her moan and wriggle her body slightly, adjusting her breasts against the prickly grass. She really was beautiful, and she did love him. She'd proved that when she had performed her uninhibited act of fellatio. Because of that alone, he knew that they'd be closer now than ever before, and maybe he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with her. If she could love him like that, she'd surely make any sacrifices he'd require from her so that he could still achieve the success he needed so desperately. After all, he thought, they always say that behind every great man, there's a great woman, and goddamn it, she's really great!
"'Bout time you woke up." A male voice suddenly interupted his thoughts. "I thought you two were going to stay out cold for the rest of the party."
Hank jerked his head around to face the voice, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. He didn't want anyone to see them here like this, naked in the bushes, and most of all he didn't want Rod to see Ida, not after all his lewd comments about her. But there he was, Rod Thompson, fraternity president, voyeur, standing over both of them with that incessant obscene grin on his face.
"Oh," was all that slipped from Hank's dry throat.
"Is that all you've got to say to your old pal?" Rod asked him, his eyes glued to the unconscious girl's smooth white buttocks, then he mused: "But after a show like that I guess you don't really need to say anything."
Hank's face flushed with embarrassment as Rod talked, and he tried to hide Ida's naked body with his own. Well, hell, he thought. Rod had caught them after they'd screwed, and there was nothing he could do about that but try to be nonchalant and make Rod think that everything was just as it should be. He couldn't take the chance to let Rod know that he was embarrassed and slightly ashamed to be caught out in the open with his girl completely naked.
"How about some of your beer?" Hank asked hoarsely. "I'm dry as a godamn bone. You know what that pot'll do to your throat."
"Yeah, that's for sure, not to mention what it does to your girlfriend." Rod snickered and offered Hank the ice-cold can of malt-liquor that he held in his hand.
"You can say that again," Hank said between gulps of beer. "It really turns her on every time."
"I know."
He knows? Hank wondered and took another long swallow of the cold amber liquid. How the hell could he know unless ... No. He couldn't have seen us-that's impossible.
"The only thing I want to ask," Rod said, squatting down beside the two naked teenagers, "is how the hell did you know that we were going to be filming out here this weekend?"
"What do you mean?" Hank sputtered, beer spilling over his lips and onto his chest.
"Oh, now come on, man," Rod said, a little irritated that Hank was trying to be coy with him. "Last weekend you said you and Ida would give us a big show at the picnic, one that we wouldn't forget for a long time. Now, what bugs me is how did you know that Phil and I were going to film some of these broads screwing, and how did you know where we'd take the pictures? I mean, this thing was a pretty closely guarded secret and I've asked all the guys that knew about it beforehand. None of them told you, yet somehow you found out, and I'll be damned if I can figure it out."
Hank stared at him over the top of the aluminum can. They'd filmed them! He had taken Ida's virginity and Rod and Phil had watched the whole time, taking pictures! Oh Christ, he thought. Here was a girl he thought he was falling in love with, and his friends had photographed them screwing. It could ruin him forever if those films got into the right hands, and it could ruin her too. What kind of man would want a wife that people had seen being fucked on film?
"Hey, man, speak up," Rod said, puzzled at Hank's silence. "You don't have to worry about giving anybody away or anything like that. That was the wildest screw I've ever seen, not to mention the idea behind it. I've talked to the executive council already, and we've decided to give you full membership without even bothering with initiation. Anyone who can come up with an idea like that, I mean screwing his girlfriend while we film it, knowing that we were there all the time, and still put on a show like you did-why shit, you're gonna be the biggest man in the house before I leave, and that's less than a year away. I wouldn't be surprised if you were elected president for next fall. That'd make you the only freshman president in the history of our fraternity house.
"Now come on, Hank, tell me will you? I've been beatin' my brains out for the last hour trying to figure out how you knew in advance. We only thought of the idea last Sunday when we were surfing, and yet you told us less than an hour later that you were going to do it. Now goddamnit, how the hell did you know?"
"You just gave yourself the answer," Hank said, knowing that he should tell Rod to go fuck himself, but one thing kept him from doing it ... President of the Fraternity next year....Biggest man in the house. The words echoed through his ego, and he couldn't put them out of his mind. That's what he wanted, to be accepted, to be popular, and to become a wheel in the fraternity. He was a high school senior now, but if the members were as awed by his performance as Rod said, he would become the most influential member of the house by the time he actually entered college. It was like a dream come true, except for Ida, but he would just have to find a way around her....
"Like what?" Rod asked, puzzled by the smug look that was growing in the youthful muscles of Hank's sunburned face.
"Easy man. Like you said, you and the guys were talking about it at the beach last weekend, and when you said you'd like to see Ida in action, I thought of it right away. A moving picture's just like the real thing if you're really turned on, so I decided to surprise you and let you film the whole scene today."
"But how did you know we'd be filming today for sure?"
"That's not hard at all. You're a big man, Rod, and when you disappear from the crowd it means you're up to something, so I just followed you and Phil. When I thought I knew where you were headed, we got down here in the bushes and waited. I knew that Bob and Dolly would be coming somewhere close, and when I saw them, I knew the time and place were right. The rest is history."
The girl stirred by his side and Rod watched with growing interest, aroused by the sight of her naked body and the memory of her recent uninhibited exhibition.
"'Course, it took some talking to get Ida to agree," Hank said quickly, seeing Rod's bloodshot eyes staring at her nude form gently breathing on the grass. "She finally said o.k. but she doesn't want to talk about it, so I'd just as soon you didn't mention anything about the films to her. She's really hung up on me, and I don't feel like sharing her with anyone, but the films are the next best thing to it and should keep all the guys happy without causing any trouble."
"Well, hell, I can understand that," Rod growled unintentionally dry from the sun and the mounting desire that smoldered in his loins. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and said: "Maybe I oughta have another slug of that brew, then get going. I think she's waking up."
"Sure," Hank said and handed him the can. He watched Rod thirstily drink from the proffered can and marveled at how their positions had suddenly altered. Instead of being the almighty fraternity president, Rod had suddenly become a man who wanted something: Ida! But Hank wasn't about to let him get any nearer than he was to her naked body. He knew that Rod would always be envious, and probably give more attention and favors to the new fraternity member than he would have ever thought of doing for anyone else. The knowledge of suddenly having something that someone else wanted, the power of possession gave him a feeling of exhilaration and he wanted to shout, but knew that he had to be calm and as natural as possible.
"You're right," Hank said, turning his head toward Rod. "She is waking up. It would probably be better if you weren't here when she opened her eyes. It might be strange for her to see you, embarrassing, I guess."
"No sweat, Hank, baby," Rod said, standing and stretching his cramped legs. "She doesn't have to know that I was here. You can just tell her you found out earlier that you'll be made a full member at our meeting next Saturday night. That'll make her happy."
Hank nodded and watched him walk away, turning for a moment to smile and wink, then disappear behind the bushes on his way back to the party.
"Mmmmmm," Ida moaned with delight and rolled to face him, her breasts full and pointing toward the declining sun. "I feel wonnnderful!"
"So do I, sweetheart," he whispered. "But we ought to get out of the sun. You should see your fanny, it's burning up."
"Oh," she suddenly gasped. "I do feel it now. It's stinging!"
He looked at her as she craned her neck over her shoulder, carefully looking at her pinkening buttocks. She was so beautiful and uninhibited, but he might not ever get the chance to find all the hidden secrets of her mind and-body if he didn't think of some way to keep her from finding out about the films, he thought moodily. He'd think of something, he'd have to.
"Come on, let's go back to the party. Here," he said quickly, handing her the two bright pieces of her bikini.
But the look in her eyes told him they weren't going to leave, not just yet.
"Wait, Hank," she whispered and leaned forward, her breasts hanging loosely below her. "We've had plenty of rest and it's so nice out here. Let's stay a while longer and make love again."
He could think of no answer as he felt the blood begin to rise in his penis and leaned forward to clutch her breasts in his eager young hands and savour the delicious joys of her body once more in the slowly fading September sunlight
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," Ida said aloud, then quietly set her blue hairbrush on her dressing table and stared into the mirror. For years she had brushed her hair one hundred strokes every day, fifty with the right hand, then fifty with the left. And for years she had been a virgin, that is, until a week ago at the fraternity beach party.
It was now Saturday evening and in half an hour Hank would be at the door to take her to the fraternity meeting where he would be installed as a full-fledged member of the college elite. Proud of his success, yet not knowing her part in making it come about, she carefully studied her smile in the mirror, wondering what changes had taken place in her body since having lost her maiden hood. But as she stood, she knew there were none, none that anyone could see.
Since becoming a woman, however, she had begun to spend more and more time with less and less clothing on. She was thrilled with the reflection of her nakedness when she put her make-up carefully around her powder-blue eyes, and just as thrilled by the soft jiggling of her supple, naked breasts when she stroked her long blonde hair. Her eyes roamed over her gentle curves as she vainly devoured her reflection from where she stood, and took pleasure imagining that her eyes were those of a man, excited by the seductive woman she saw in the mirror.
She stood defiantly, her hands placed threateningly on her hips, and half-lowered her eyelids, at the same time patting the glistening lips that she had just painted with a new lipstick. There was a real woman, she thought, and winked at herself, letting out a tiny giggle of delight. Hank thought she was a real woman, full of vitality and sex, free of inhibitions, and Ida never let a moment pass without giving him further assurance. During the last week they had made love twenty-four times--she counted the times over every time they did it--and each session, whether in the back seat of his old car, or on the beach, or lying in the crackling leaves at the secluded glen had been different, more exciting and more exploratory than the time before.
In the mirror she could see the tiny red buds at the tips of her breasts hardening at the wonderful memory of their loving and in anticipation of tonight. Her limbs quivered with delight at the timidly growing sensations that tingled in her loins and breasts, just like they did every time she thought of Hank's nakedness pressed hard against her luscious body. Love was so wonderful, so marvelous, that she wanted to shout to the whole world that she was a woman in love-in love with Hank and sex and being a woman, even if she was only eighteen.
Watching her nakedness in the mirror she slowly slid one hand from the crest of her hip, across the definitive border of suntan and white flesh to the soft blond triangle of pubic hair at the apex of her thighs. The long fingers toyed with the soft hair-covered lips for a second, then slid into the pink wetness, forcing her to gasp as the ruffled lips quivered at her salacious touch. But it wasn't right, no, she'd have to stop, now! There was Hank to think of; she couldn't spoil their sex for him by masturbating now, just before he was going to pick her up for the meeting. No, she'd just have to wait until his fingers would be the ones to travel ever so lightly over her desperately needing flesh.
Hesitantly, but pleased with her decision to stop, she slipped her fingers out of the moist crevice and looked again momentarily into the mirror. It looked so obscene, she thought-her standing there in the light of her bedroom playing with herself. But she couldn't be ashamed, not when she thought of Hank, her passionate love for him and their sex. No, it was all for love.
A few minutes later she was dressed and waiting for the doorbell to ring, when the telephone beside her bed suddenly shrieked at her. Picking up the telephone, she heard Shirley's voice say hello and asked what she was doing.
"Waiting for Hank, of course. Aren't you going out with Tony tonight?" she answered into the blue receiver.
"Yes, to the fraternity meeting," Shirley said. "I told Rod that he should let Tony in with Hank, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation. He said that if Tony and Hank were good friends, they were probably a lot alike and would come up with the same kind of wild ideas. Do you know what he meant by that, Ida?"
"Why, no," she said, not puzzled by the question, but by the fact that Shirley would ask her what Rod's meaning might be. "Hank hasn't said anything to me. In fact, he's been pretty evasive about why the fraternity was going to let him join without having to go through the initiation. I think it's probably just something boys do that girls would be better off not knowing."
"Well, I hope so. Tony doesn't know either, do you, honey?" she said, her voice turning away from the receiver then back again. "He thinks something funny is happening, though."
Ts Tony there already?"
"Oh, yes," Shirley said happily. "Daddy won't be home until a little later so Tony's been here all afternoon. We just finished taking a shower together," she whispered as Tony left the room.
"Shirley!" Ida exclaimed into the receiver, hot as shocked by the act as she was by her girl friend's admission that they had just showered together.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed now," Shirley snickered. "Haven't you and Hank done that yet? After all, you said you weren't a virgin anymore, so why not try everything?"
"Oh, I don't know," Ida said quietly, looking up to see if her bedroom door was open. "We've done an awful lot this week, but I guess we just haven't had a chance to try taking a shower or a bath together."
"You really should," Shirley sneered, though Ida couldn't detect the sarcasm in her voice. 'If you really love him and he loves you, then you ought to give everything a try-like running around the house naked. That's what Tony and I are doing now."
Ida felt a shock of modesty and at the same time a wriggling spark of desire in her thighs as she imagined Tony and Shirley galavanting around her large living room without their clothing. She would have liked to have done that with Hank, but he's probably too shy and reserved to think of it, she told herself while Shirley said goodbye and hung up to return to Tony and his nakedness. Shirley wouldn't know what Hank is really like, she thought. She'd have to love him like I do to know what makes him work. And she could never do that, she could never know what he's really like in bed or out.
The low rumble of cocktail voices, sparked with occasional laughter, filtered through the large room, cluttering Ida's ear as she tried to listen to Hank's conversation. Instead of getting together at the fraternity house, the meeting, preceded by an abundant supply of liquor, was being held in the third-story ballroom of an ancient palatial estate overlooking the ocean.
Ida was amazed at the turnout, expecting only about twenty couples, yet finding more than a hundred people already present when she and Hank arrived. The whole setting seemed so unreal to her as she looked about her, seeing sparkling chandeliers, long red velvet drapes and a variety of gilt-edged mirrors decorating the ballroom. This was in reality a party to be temporarily interupted by a short meeting, then speedily resumed. It was obvious to Ida that the young people present were more interested in their leisure and a good time than in the proceedings of the meeting and the fact that her man, Hank, was going to become a full-fledged member of their elite society.
Her wandering gaze caught the reflection of Dolly and Bob kissing each other near one mirror, and she remembered the experience she had shared with them, though they didn't know of her presence. She and Dolly had been women for almost the same length of time, and she felt as if they shared a real secret together. Beyond them she saw Tony's hand gently resting on Shirley's buttocks, secretly enjoying the pleasures of her touch. They had arrived only a few minutes ago and were already busily engaged in a debate with another couple, expounding on something called the quality of being, but Ida had no idea what they were talking about.
Between the noise of conversation and the steadily clinking glasses she heard Rod Thompson greeting Hank and turned her attention to them.
"Glad to see you, brother," Rod said with a sly wink. "Everything's set up, and in a few minutes you'll be one of us. Oh, hi, Ida."
"Hello, Rod," she said, almost choking on her drink, but managing to keep it down and nod a smile to him.
"You look great tonight, honey," he said then turned back to Hank, not bothering to recognize her resentment at being called honey.' "Hank, wait 'til you see how the you-knowhat turned out. A couple of boys have already seen them, and you should have seen their faces. Wowl-talk about impressed!"
"Glad you liked 'em," Hank said smiling, trying to hide the gnawing fear that pulled his belly into a knot. If Ida ever found out about those films, he'd be finished with her, and maybe even the fraternity if they knew he had lied about her part in them. "I'll have to see them sometime," he continued while watching Rod pour down the rest of his drink.
"Don't worry, old man," Rod gulped. "You'll get to see them all right, but not now. We've got a meeting to take care of before the fun begins, so if you'll excuse me, I'll get our business out of the way."
Ida watched him walk briskly away, then turned to see her boyfriend's far-away stare and asked: "Hank, what were the you-knowhat's that he said turned out so well?"
"Just some films," he said quickly, suddenly feeling the knot growing tighter in his stomach.
Why had he told her that, instead of inventing some other excuse? If he didn't get a good hold on his tongue, he was going to find himself, in more trouble than he could ever handle!
"What kind of films?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, just stag films that Rod picked up from some wino downtown," he answered lamely. "It's nothing that concerns girls anyway."
"D-Do you ever watch that kind of movie?"
"Oh, hell, Ida! Let's forget this stupid conversation," he told her with more irritation in his voice than she thought was necessary. "Come on, the meeting's starting."
She followed him dutifully toward the front of the ballroom as Rod's gavel brought a slow silence to the room, and within minutes there was only a light murmur that finally ceased altogether. With a few perfunctory remarks Rod started the meeting that lasted only fifteen minutes, which seemed too long to most of the people present. Hank and Tony had been made full members to no one's surprise, a new dues regulation was announced, then Rod slammed his gavel down one more time.
"Meeting's adjourned!" he said to loud cheers of approval and stepped off his small podium. "Well, Hank, old man, that's the end of that. How does it feel to be a member?"
"Great, Rod, just great. I only hope it won't take much time to adjust to the thought of it."
"Don't worry about that, old man," he said to Hank's strange smile-Hank hated to be called 'old man.' "You know most of the guys already, so why don't you two mingle for a while until the fun begins?"
For the next hour Ida followed Hank through the crowd, listening to all the old members congratulate him and tell him how lucky he was to have a girl like Ida, though a few of them seemed to give her a knowing smile that she couldn't quite understand. They all seemed nice enough, but something made her feel very uncomfortable ... maybe the way they looked at her, or perhaps a certain tainted tone of voice, but she wasn't sure just what.
Wanting to make a good impression, yet still uncomfortable, she began to drink faster than she normally did, slowly eroding her nervousness. She listened to most of the conversations, proud of her man and his new position, but unable to really take part in anything but the most banal talk-though she would nod when someone began talking about one of the more confusing subjects.
The alcohol's growing strength made the room seem much hotter than it was and she noticed most of the boys had removed their jackets and ties, while the girls loosened their dresses, some of them going so far as to unbutton one or two more buttons than necessary, exposing more cleavage than Ida thought would be respectable at a social gathering. Perhaps they were getting a little drunk, too, she thought, then followed suit and unfastened two more buttons on her own blouse. None of those girls could boast of breasts like hers, and she could prove it.
"You feel all right?" Hank asked while they walked toward the buffet table for another drink.
"Oh, yes," she giggled. "But I wish we could go home, or maybe just go somewhere and park."
"You little sneak," he teased. "You're getting loaded."
"No I'm not," she exclaimed with mock indignity at his remark. "I'm just in love with you, Mr. Campbell, and I thought we could go somewhere so I could prove it."
"We will," he smiled, giving her another vodka gimlet. "But not for a while, yet. I've got an obligation to meet here, and after I've said hello and a few other things to everybody we can leave."
"Good," she answered, her deep blue eyes staring lovingly over the rim of her glass as she readied to take another sip. "Then we can ... Hank, why are the lights going out?"
Hank heard "Oooooh's" and "Aaaaaah's" from both the girls and the boys at the party, and saw that each light was dimming to nothingness, one by one. Now what the hell is going on? he asked himself silently.
"I don't know," he said to her, looking around him in the semi-darkness for an explanation.
"I do, though," Tony's voice interupted from behind them. "Shirley just found out from Rod. They're going to show some stag films. Interested, Hank?"
Stag films! Oh Christ, he couldn't, Hank thought frantically, the alcohol suddenly draining from his brain and leaving him completely sober. Rod wouldn't dare show those flicks here, tonight ... and worse yet, Tony's tone of voice told him that his friend knew about him and Ida and the movies. And if Tony knew, then Shirley probably did tool
"Not really," he answered. "In fact, we were just leaving."
"You can't leave yet, lover," Shirley said, coming from behind Tony. "Rod told me all about the movies tonight, and I think you and Ida should stay."
"No, no," he said, drawing the words out deliberately so as not to alarm Ida. "She's not feeling so hot, and neither am I."
"Oh, come on now," she dared in a mocking tone of voice. "You're not chicken are you? You either, Ida? It's just like watching somebody else do it, except it's on film. Now that couldn't be so bad, could it?"
"No that couldn't be too bad," Ida said shaking her head and regreting that she had told Shirley about watching Bob and Dolly make love. "It's all right, Hank, I don't mind, besides, who's going to be hurt?"
If you only knew, he thought while he said: "No one, I guess."
With that, the two couples found their way in the dark to what seemed to be a good viewing spot. They had to wind their way through the crowd of fraternity brothers and their dates who were making themselves comfortable on the ballroom floor. Finally they got to a place large enough for the four of them to half-sit, half-lie on the dark, hard wood, and Hank bundled up his jacket for he and Ida to rest their heads on.
"Everybody ready?" Rod's husky voice yelled out in the darkness, and when he heard a few "Yeah, hurry up's" he signaled to the back of the room and a bright white square appeared on the wall, flickering with black specks, then a Four, Three, Two....
Ida knew she was unprepared for what she was , about to see, but the love she felt for Hank told her to stay where she was and watch the unknown. She'd heard about stag films before, their obscenity and power of stimulation, but this would be the first time the young high school girl had been in a position to view one firsthand. However, she rationalized it couldn't be too bad, not if all these fraternity boys and their dates were there too, in the same room.
Gasps and cheers suddenly filled the room, and Ida's heartbeat doubled its already accelerated rhythm as the flickering white on the screen turned to a full-color projection of a young couple lying naked on a blanket. Behind them she could see a protrusion of jagged black rocks jutting out into the sea, and it seemed somehow familiar, but a clouded cloak of vodka gimlets fogged her memory, urging her just to watch the nude boy and girl on the screen and enjoy it.
The girl, a redhead about Ida's age, ground a yellowish roach, the butt of a marijuana cigarette, into the sand and fell slowly to her side, suddenly sweeping her slender fingers over the boy's naked suntanned body, leaving a pinkish flush on every spot she touched. He pressed his naked hips against her long muscular thighs and seemed to sigh as her hand wandered over the clenching flesh of his buttocks, pulling him against her more tightly, then sliding over his hips to search for the powerful warmth that throbbed between their bodies. His bloodshot eyes slowly closed as he responded to her searching hand, pulling his hips away from her luscious thighs and then suddenly jerking his head back as the hand burned into the hard flesh of his penis. It enveloped the rigid hardness, folding its fingers around the long shaft, pulling and gently squeezing with a steady rhythm as he seemed to moan in ecstasy at the sensuous touch.
Ida heard other soft moans of pleasure filter through the crowd as they watched, and found herself afraid to look at them, not knowing if the mewlings were resulting from the scene on the wall, or were actual cries of excitement from the viewers. But the corners of her alcohol-blurred eyes caught glimpses of shadowed couples around her embracing each other with wandering hands, and she snuggled closer to Hank for protection from the mounting excitement that smoldered on the large ballroom floor.
Hank pulled her tighter, then slipped his hand around her back and pushed lightly against the tiny tip of one firm breast. He was relieved that Rod hadn't shown the film of him and Ida together, and relaxed against the warmth of her body, watching the aroused couple on the screen. Everything was going to he all right, he thought and squeezed her breast's hardening nipple between his forefinger and thumb, realizing that the "obscene movie was already exciting Ida beside him.
Ida shuddered next to him as she watched the boy on the screen gasp into the girl's mouth, feeling the slippery probing phallus of her tongue slither between her open lips and search for an erotic spot to tease. Sucking his tongue into her mouth she wriggled against him, and he seemed to tremble as the tips of her large, well-rounded breasts brushed against his strong muscular chest. His arms pulled her more tightly against his sweating body and he rubbed his lean, coppery torso against her full, flushed breasts, flattening them against his naked skin and savoring the nakedness that had aroused him so quickly.
The fiery fingers of the squirming girl's enveloping hands had kindled a growing spark of desire in his penis and molten rivers of passion could almost be felt by the audience coarsing through every inch of his flesh, pounding against his hard throbbing shaft.
His mouth soundlessly gasped with a delighted plea for more erotic sensations and he slid his hands on their own path down the girl's back toward the trembling flesh of her slender thighs. Long and smooth, the two tanned limbs lifted to his sensuous touch, wrapping their warmth around one of his legs, and making him look as if he were being swallowed by a gigantic wave of erotica that would massage his excited body until he burst.
He seemed to be disorganized, not knowing where to put his fingers next, and Ida found herself wanting to scream to him where the fire was there, in the moist silk between her thighs. She knew exactly what the aroused girl on the screen wanted as she felt Hank's hand slide under her skirt and trace an excited path toward the strained elastic of her panties. But what about all these people? she thought with a worried tinge of fear. There was no doubt how wonderful Hank's fingers would feel if they would slip into the moist pinkness of her vaginal slit, but she couldn't let herself be caught up in the rising desire that quivered in her loins-not here, not in front of everybody!
Nobody, however, was interested in what Hank and Ida were doing under the cover of darkness in the converted theater. They were all too busy with each other, fondling, caressing, pressing their wanting bodies together in a lewd orgy of voyeurism. Some, like Bob and Dolly, were already half-naked in their embrace, while others, like Tony and Shirley were letting their excitement build more slowly, content to rub each other's aroused genitals through the light cotton of their summer clothes. They could wait longer, because they knew the more control they used, the more explosive their sex would be when they finally dropped their inhibitions and submitted to the primitive savagry of orgasm.
But the boy on the screen couldn't wait. In the bright sunlight on the open beach he seemed to groan in masochistic pain as the girl's fondling fingers grasped his thick penis tighter and squeezed the pulsating flesh with all her might. The sex-crazed look on her young face told the audience that she was enjoying the salacious pulling and squeezing of his prick, but they could also see that he could no longer stand her tormenting grip.
A spasm of rejection crossed her face when his hand suddenly grasped her wrist and jerked her, fingers away from his aching cock. Why did he do that? she seemed to ask, knowing that her educated fingers had already excited him much more than she was excited. Then, before anyone in the audience could answer her silent question, he began pulling at her hips, shoving her slightly away from him and guiding her fragile body so that she lay on her side, her breasts quivering excitedly from her naked chest.
Glistening in the afternoon sunlight, he rose quickly, straddled her for a second, then lowered himself behind her, hiding his engorged penis from view. While the camera moved around behind them, for an unobstructed angle, he pushed her onto her stomach, crushing her breasts flat against the sandy blanket. Then eagerly, like a pillaging Mongol, he slithered onto her nude form, guiding his throbbing penis along the perspiring path between her passion-quivering thighs. A terrified apprehension spread across her eyes as the girl felt the massive prick lay a thin trail of moisture along her legs. Then her mouth fell slack with fearful surprise as the smooth, rubbery head of the boy's throbbing organ pressed into the crevice between her trembling buttocks.
"Oh!" Ida gasped as she watched a close-up of the huge instrument poised at the virginal ring of the girl's tiny, helpless anus. He wasn't really ... no one would do that! she wanted to tell herself with assurance, feeling a wave of sympathy go out for the pinioned girl who awaited ravishment on the screen. But she knew what was going to happen-that the boy was going to do it to the girl in her anus! It was horrible, awful, she thought, trying to stifle a scream, then realized that she wasn't the only person in the room reacting to the lewd beginnings of sodomy on the screen.
Next to her, Hank's heavy panting pierced the air and she felt his uncontrolled fingers tugging at the thin elastic of her dampening panties. His eyes were glued to the naked boy and girl on the wall, and his hands were following the animal instincts of his aroused passion as they sought the moistness of Ida's soft silken pubic mound. She wanted to squeal, to make him stop the teasing fingers, but the depravity of his fingering her-right there in front of all those people-suddenly flashed from the lust-aroused corners of her alcohol-dimmed mind, and she didn't try to impede the sensuous probing between her spreading thighs. She could feel humiliated later, she told herself, giving in easily to the slowly prodding finger as it suddenly slipped under the restraining elastic and into the soft furriness that covered her moist cuntal lips. God, it felt so wonderful, she cooed to herself and closed her eyes to revel in a rapturous swaying dance of desire.
"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled aloud and Hank shoved his salaciously probing finger over the swelling bud of her clitoris. Before now, he would have wanted to lap her ruffled pink wetness with his tongue, but watching the boy and girl on the screen had awakened him to a new lust-incited desire. He'd like to screw her like that, he thought-in the ass-so she would squirm and fight against his thrusting prick trying to get away from the pain and humiliation he would be ramming into her young helpless body.
Listening to Ida's quiet whimpering as his finger caressed her wanting clitoris, and hearing the moaning ecstasy of the excited couples undulating on the floor around him, Hank imagined himself to be the blonde-haired surfer on the screen and he watched wide-eyed as the boy slumped slightly forward against her upraised buttocks and slid his hand down the widespread crevice to the glistening moisture of her vaginal slit, making her gasp at the unexpected shocks of pleasure that rippled through her belly. It seemed she wanted him to stop, to take his hand away from her down-covered loins before the rumbling passion in her naked body forced her to give in to his obscenely swaying penis-but the finger obviously felt so nice, so exciting, she wriggled the quivering moons of her buttocks involuntarily back against the rubbery hardness of his throbbing cock.
Then suddenly she gasped at the forbidden erotic sensation that clenched in her tiny virginal anus and rocked her whole body with a mounting desire. It was wrong, perverted, but the audience knew she could, and she had to give in to her passions. She had to let him fuck her in the ass!
Howls of victory and gasps of terrified passion whistled through the air as the audience watched the girl nod her head, then biting her lips, pushed her quivering buttocks back against the large pulsating penis that waited to shove its hardness into her hairless, clenching anus ring.
Passion had easily opened the forbidden ring for them, and she wriggled her smooth white bottom in a successful effort to nestle the rubbery tip against her tiny red orifice. He was there, lodged at the clenching entrance to her rectum like a probing finger, and she wanted him to hurry now, to skewer her with his massive cock until he split her helpless back passage open!
Ida watched, hypnotized by the ungodly lewd perversion in front of her. They were really going to do it there, in her anus, and Ida knew the girl was willing. She wanted him to do it ... but why? It was wrong and so strange, yet she, too, could recognize the tremulous ripples of desire that coarsed through her own flooding vagina as she watched them. Hank's finger was sliding in and out between her open thighs, making her gasp, and she thought maybe that-those fascinating daggers of desires in her own excited body-was the reason the girl was going to let him do it there, in her bottom.
Hank, too, knew the reason for the obscene sodomy, but his answer was totally different from Ida's. The girl was a horny bitch, he thought sadistically, and she was going to get fucked in the ass because of it. She was just a slut, like any other cunt, and she deserved ... Goddamn it! Why hadn't he screwed Ida the same way? Damn! He would! By God, he'd fuck her there too, before the night was over.
The girl on the screen interupted his thoughts as she gasped and wriggled her buttocks again, brushing the furry softness of her vaginal lips against the boy's fingers, rubbing her tight, erect clitoris in a wild frenzy of excitement. She could hardly control her trembling, wanting to explode in orgasm, yet holding back, wanting to give him the same sensational pleasure that she was receiving. But it was going to be hard-he was so big. She felt a spasm of pain, and bit her lip, anticipating the rough plunge that would skewer her backside on his penis. His huge throbbing shaft hadn't entered her yet, but her whole body had tensed to await the obscene intrusion.
A scream of exalted orgasm split the profound silence in the room as the crowd watched the helpless girl about to be ravaged in her backside. But no one paid any attention to the whimperings of a girl in the back of the room as she came with a shriek. Instead they watched the boy on the screen slipping his long, rigid penis along the damp, perspiring crevice of the defenseless girl's jiggling buttocks. For a moment he stopped, then poised the dangerous weapon at the tiny elastic-rimmed hole and suddenly shoved his hips forward, his whole face contorted with pain as the thick rubbery head of his prick battered deep into the forbidden little orifice.
A silent scream seemed to shatter the girl's twisting torso as the long, hard penis pushed its way into her warm, damp rectum. She shook spastically as the terrible pain surged through her belly, bringing tears to her eyes and a rasped choking to her throat. It hurt! It hurt so badly she looked like she wanted to die, to end her life then and there. But through the agonizing pain she still wanted his cock to stay there and grind the tiny elastic hole larger until the thick shaft would fit without all the pain. The girl obviously had never even had a finger in her anus to make it bigger, but now that made no difference. It was too late for anything, except to wait for the pain to ease, and the pleasure to return.
The boy, his throbbing penis lodged an inch into her anus, knelt behind her, moving his head back and forth in a fight to stop the dry hurt that had nearly shattered his loins. He could feel the pulsating tip of his rigid cock resting inside the entrance of her tight, clenching anus and groaned at the delicious sensation that was growing in the engorged head-it was like having her hand grasping the tip, flexing and squeezing the juices out of his cock and the audience knew he didn't want to stop. Not now, not ever!
"N-No, Hank," Ida's whispering plea broke through the darkness. His finger had already driven her almost insane, but when he tried to pull her moist, wet panties off her trembling buttocks, she had to stop him. "We can't, Hank, no we can't not here in front of everybody!"
"Baby," he whispered, trying to sound as sincere as he possibly could. "It's all right, nobody's gonna see us. There, look at them."
Ida followed his gaze and glanced at the wildly undulating couples that surrounded them on the ballroom floor. Some were fumbling with each other s clothing in a desperate attempt to join the sodomy on the screen, while others were already stripped, or half-naked and copulating, many of them in a lewd, painful act of sodomy. She saw the shadowed faces of the people she'd met tonight contorted in pain and ecstasy as they screwed in a wild orgy of passion. Even the more familiar, Bob, Dolly, Phil, and his girlfriend were writhing together on the floor, Oblivious to the sexual decadence around them.
"Oh, God, Hank, let's go," she whispered frantically, afraid that her own lust would boil over and she would become one of them, screwing like a depraved animal in heat.
Then, as she started to get up, fighting to remove his insistent hand from between her thighs, she spied Tony's curly head buried in the damp softness of Shirley's pubic mound while the dark-haired girl panted in an ecstatic rhythm of uninhibited desire.
"No, no!" Ida gasped at the obscene scene and got to her knees, but was suddenly pulled back to the floor by Hank's strong grip.
"Stop it, goddamnit!" he hissed and suddenly slapped her face with his wide-open palm, sending a stingling flood of pain through her cheeks. Before she could recover from the terrible shock of his blow, he fell on top of her and smothered her mouth with his fiery wet lips, thrusting his hard, wet tongue deep into her throat. It probed, pushed and curled around in the dark cavern of her mouth and she tried to fight his ruthless onslaught, afraid that she would give in to his brutal kisses just like the girl on the screen.
Scratching and trying to push Hank away, Ida struggled frantically until her eyes caught the girl on the screen just as she brought up her thighs, lifting her trembling buttocks higher, then arched her back as the boy's massive phallus shoved another inch forward into her straining rectum. He's too big, too big, Ida warned, but knew there was no respite as she drunkenly watched the girl pushing her straining white buttocks back against his hair-covered groin and the huge throbbing penis that nudged its way forward into the tiny hairless red hole.
The girl's unbearable pain had reached its peak, and though the pulsating instrument shoved further forward into the damp confines of her rectum, Ida knew there would be no more hurt. It was all over now except for the monstrous phallus that sank deeper into her ravaged bowels, relighting the smoldering fires of desire that had forced her to submit to sodomy only a few minutes ago.
The girl's tongue hung loosely from her mouth as she awaited the rise of sexual excitement, feeling the boy press his belly against her trembling buttocks and slowly, gently, roll his hips back and forth in a lewd exhibition of lust. Involuntarily her widespread thighs jerked in response and her full-rounded hips began to match his slowly undulating rhythm, at the same time easing backwards to draw more of the huge prick into her clasping rectum. She could feel it sucking inward ever inward into the ruffled dampness, exciting her with its blood-filled lust and stretching the rubbery walls of her bowels to all limits of endurance.
Then, as the engorged head of his throbbing penis reached as far into the forbidden passage as possible, he started to withdraw its scraping length, forcing a choked gasp from the girl's dried out throat. It felt as if her bowels were being viciously pulled out, but still there was no more pain, only the exalted ripples of sexual electricity that quivered in her anus, her vagina, her breasts, right to the very center of her sexual being.
Nearly all the way out of her ravaged little hole, he paused and seemed to suck at the air, gasping for breath, then shoved his aching penis back into the raw dampness of her rectum. Again, he withdrew, and then again he sank the long, hard shaft into her defenseless hole, gathering speed and momentum each time he thrust forward between the clenching cheeks of her ass. She squealed with lustful delight, though each time he jerked forward she thought she would be split open. The mewls of passion became gasping screams from the girl's soundless mouth as she caught his rhythm and began ramming her moon-like white backside against his driving pelvis in an obscene effort to sink his huge throbbing cock deeper into her straining rectum.
Ida watched transfixed as the lust-crazed girl dropped her head to the blanket and buried her face in its deep rich blueness, her buttocks still upraised and swaying as the boy thrust again and again into her ravaged bottom. Hank's savage kisses had left Ida's frightened lips and sought their way to her breasts, his hands snapping all the buttons from her blouse when he ripped it open. And by now her sense of time had completely dissipated into a confused mass as the alcohol, the wild sodomizing couple, and the perverted orgy of sexual abuse echoed around her. She was there, then a second later she was gone, flying on a vague cloud of sexual ecstasy somewhere high above the California coast. It was all so unreal....
Hank's hungry mouth continued to suck at the tight red nipples of her erect breasts, first: one, then the other, drawing the passion from her loins to the blanket of her sex-flushed skin. While he sucked so viciously at her breasts, his hands found their way across the rising swell of her belly to her sex-dampened panties and slid them easily down her long slender legs and off onto the floor. His thick throbbing cock ached for release and he wanted just to get it into her hungry little pussy and fuck her like he always did. None of that fucking-in-the-ass-stuff now, no time, he thought regretfully as he raised her skirt, then fumbled with the cold metal of his zipper. He really did love her, but he had to screw her now! All those other people in the room were nothing, nonexistent, and she couldn't refuse him just because of them. No, goddamn it, he had to fuck her now!
Twenty or more "Now's!" shrieked from the throats of twenty or more of the lust-crazed people wildly screwing in the room as they jerked into premature orgasms. Hank heard them but was holding his penis in his hand, guiding it along the shivering flesh of Ida's splayed thighs as he watched the obscenely screwing images flashing on the wall above them.
The boy was thrusting his massive instrument harder and harder into the girl's swaying backside, but now his entry was easier, lubricated by unseen juices and perspiration. He mouthed soundless grunts of passion as he plunged into her tiny clasping anus, its walls stretched and open, sucking his throbbing cudgel deep into its dampened cavern. Skewered by the brutal shaft, she was squirming from side to side, her knees unable to remain still as she fought to capture the fantastic moment of orgasm that she sought so hungrily. Her legs swung wildly from the knees down on either side of him, and her hands grasped the blanket for help as he plunged again and again into the depths of her lewdly puckering rectum.
He was heavy, driving and brutal in his savage thrusting, but she didn't want him to stop. The experience was new and exciting to her, just as it was to the crowd that watched her and screwed each other on the ballroom floor. They could see her helplessness, grown into a crazed lust as the boy was impaling her from behind spearing her hairless little anus with his jerking cock, crushing into her tiny elastic rectum so that even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop until he had spilled his burning sperm deep into her bowels. He skewered her where none of the fraternity boys had ever gone before ... into the virgin flesh of the young girl's rectum-and she loved it, more than anything she'd done before. There was no more hint of pain or any desire to escape on her young, sex-flushed face: only the glazed stare of lustful abandon as she pushed her swaying hips harder against his driving pelvis. She wanted his cock, all of it, and she viciously thrust backwards again and again to suck every throbbing inch of the long, driving prick deeper and deeper into her wildly undulating rectum. .
Thrashing in a wild vortex of spinning colors, Ida could see the girl suddenly felt the movement, slow and powerful, begin rumbling in her belly, and she jerked her white shimmering buttocks spastically in a futile effort to hold it back.
It was growing like a nuclear chain-reaction, each tiny sensation triggering another, crackling and heaving until she completely lost control and felt the aching walls of her vagina give way to the maddening pressure in the channel next to it. Her face contorted, and her mouth opened with soundless gasps of unbelievable delight as she bucked backwards one more time, then twitched her whole body in an uncontrollable spasm, feeling the tide of climax crash like an exploding volcano into her flooding vagina.
"Oooooooh!" Ida wailed beneath the girl's climaxing image as Hank jerked again into her clasping vagina. She'd watched a girl sodomized until she came, and now Ida felt her own orgasm growing deep in her belly. She had tried to fight him, she really had! But when she watched the intense, electric passion of the girl on the screen and heard the moaning climaxes of the other people in the room, she had stopped resisting the need that quivered so desperately in her own trembling belly. She had heard him whisper that he was sorry for slapping her, that he really loved her, and she had ceased her prudish denials immediately.
Now his jerking penis plunged deep into the hot furnace of her fiery channel and she could only moan with lascivious pleasures as the smooth wet walls of her vagina fluttered and clenched at the driving rod. He loved her, she knew he did, and that made it all right. That made everything all right.
Listening to the haunting heaviness of his breathing, consumed with lust, she glanced back at the screen above her to see the boy in the final tortures of orgasm, screaming soundlessly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" It was so exciting, so thrilling, to see someone else cumming ... just like they had watched Dolly and Bob once before. Now there were more than a hundred people cumming, shooting their sperm and arching their naked backs to break the torments that had throbbed and coarsed through their bodies until they could stand it no longer-and Ida could hear all of them.
"Uh, uh, uh, oooooh!" she moaned as Hank's battering penis raked the clasping walls of her hair-covered pussy, when suddenly the screen above her went blank for a second. It was over for the boy and girl, and in a moment it would be over for her.
As she wailed again, this time feeling Hank's penis jerk spastically, then begin spewing his fiery juices into her lust-maddened vagina, another full-color movie flashed onto the wall above her head. The same as before-two naked bodies, a boy, blond and muscular, a girl, more blonde and excitingly sensual-both entangled in a confused mass of arms and legs, wilding grasping, clutching, sucking ... the girl was sucking his prick!
"Oh, oh!" Ida whimpered as a flood of climatic fluids burst from the depths of her clasping vagina. She thrashed her head from side to side as the torrent raged through the tender muscles of her belly, trying to keep her eyes on the screen so she could watch the obscene girl sucking Hank's prick.
Hank's prick!
"Aaarrggghhh!" she shrieked as her climax broke loose, but it wasn't good, it wasn't right. Her orgasm was hurting, hurting-and she knew why. The girl on the screen was sucking Hank, and the girl ... the girl was Ida O'Brien!
"Oh my God!" she screamed and pushed him off her with every last bit of her exhausted strength. "It's me! It's me!"
Like a wounded animal she jumped up from the floor holding her hands over her burning ears and shrieking again and again: "It's me!"
Shocked, his head rolling with her screams in his ears, Hank looked up at the screen to see his image writhing with passion as Ida sucked like a wild woman at his hardened penis. The son of a bitch! That fucking Rod had done it after all! He'd shown the pictures to everyone. Everything's ruined, destroyed! Oh Christ! What have I done? Phase forgive me, Oh God, what have I done?
"Ida," his pleading voice trembled, and she turned to face him, shaking his hand from her arm when he reached for her.
"You bastard!" hissed like a snake from her quivering mouth. "You bastard, you said you loved me, and I believed you. I loved you, you know I did, and look what you've done! Oh God, look what you've done!"
"Baby," he cried, tears starting to roll from his eyes across his cheek, but she wouldn't listen. "I didn't know about it, I swear, I didn't know."
A crowd was gathering around them, Tony, Shirley, Bob, Dolly and many more, except for those still screwing on the floor and oblivious to the torment of the young couple. "Don't take it so hard," one voice said sympathetically. "You knew you were being filmed, both of you did," sneered another. "You two must have rehearsed that kind of act for weeks," sneered still another.
"You're awful!" she shrieked, her face streaked with a cascade of salty tears. "All of you-you're perverts, crazy, dirty perverts!"
"Then what the hell are you, cunt!" one disheveled boy croaked and Ida saw her only friend, Shirley, standing just behind him, afraid to say anything. There was no one to turn to, no one to help her. She knew Shirley couldn't say anything without being hurt herself, and that left no one.
"Let go of me!" she howled at Hank as he took her arm and started to lead her toward the door. "Leave me along you bastard! You're no better than the rest of them!"
Clutching her opened, torn blouse she ran for the door, brushing and banging against the curious spectators who had watched her screaming at her boyfriend-ex-boyfriend-the boy she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Down the stairs, one flight, then the second and out the front door of the large mansion until she crossed the lawn and ran aimlessly through the large protective bushes.
"Ida! Ida!" Hank's voice called after her through the darkness, but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She didn't know where to go, or how to get there, but she would run forever from the disgrace and humiliation that flickered in full color in the third-floor ballroom behind her. She'd run until she'd die, if she had to!
CHAPTER SIX
The flapping sound of her bare feet running on concrete and the punctuated wheezes of her own breath were the only noises that Ida heard as she fled the degrading humiliation that haunted her innocence from the mansion a few blocks away.
Hank had followed her unsuccessfully, then returned to the house for his car. His glaring headlights had caught a glimpse of her once, but she had jumped a small fence, cut through somebody's backyard and run down an alley to a new street. Gravel, broken glass and torn concrete had lacerated her running feet, but nothing, no pain, no barrier was going to stop her flight to freedom.
She jogged now, flat-footed with short, choppy paces, her feet burning from the incessant throbbing caused by the many cuts and pieces of glass that stuck in her tender flesh. Her lungs burning as she pushed herself to the breaking point. She looked like a tiny Oriental peasant woman hurrying home from the market, late for dinner. Gradually at first, feeling the gnawing ache in her side, binding her lungs and stomach, she slowed to a fast walk until the knot became too tight and she had to stop altogether. She knew there was nowhere for her to go, but for the moment rest became too important to ignore, and she leaned against a small stone wall, propping herself against its solid strength.
The ache lessened and she quickly regained her breath, but her hand still clutched at the torn front of her blouse, afraid to be seen, afraid to be touched. There was too much fear and confusion in the young girl's mind for her to think out a-plan of action, so she stood and waited, not knowing for what.
Wandering, searching for an explanation to Hank's terrible actions, she failed to see a pair of dimmed headlights turn the comer until the car was directly in front of her. Her eyes jerked Tip and her heart started its stimulated rhythm of fear until she saw the familiar color and lettering on the passenger door.
"Taxi!" she yelled, hoping that the Cinderella cab was vacant.
Brake lights flared and the cab slowed to a halt, crunched into reverse and returned to where she was standing.
"Kinda late for you to be out," the driver said as he opened the door. "Too many crumbs out this time of night. It's not safe for a ... hey kid, are you all right?"
Ida nodded as she stood in the open door, her torn blouse revealing the aftermath of her nightmare in the yellowish light from the taxi's interior. Then, almost afraid, the driver reached to help her into the safety of the front seat, his concerned questions coming too rapidly for the girl to answer. She just wanted to get home and forget everything about the terrible movies, the party, the fraternity and especially Hank Campbell.
"Where should I take you?" the drive asked. "Do you want to go to a hospital or something?"
She looked into his craggy, weathered face and started to give him her home address, but cut herself short in mid-sentence. She couldn't go home, not like this. Her parents would blow their tops, asking what happened, why hadn't Hank brought her home? What had he done to her-too many questions for her to handle tonight.
"Nineteen-ninety-one, East Twenty-seventh," she told the driver hoarsely. It was the only place she knew, Shirley's house. Shirley wouldn't be home yet, but her father might, and the way that Shirley always talked about him, Ida knew that he would try to help her.
"He's really a swinger." Ida remembered Shirley's description of her father as she watched him close the front door and turn to face her. He had paid the cab driver without asking her why, and helped her walk to the house in silence.
"You're really a mess, Ida. What happened for Christ's sake?" he asked.
"I-I don't know where to begin, really," she told him hesitantly. "Everything's all mixed up."
"Tell you what, honey. You go upstairs and take a quick shower-you can put on one of Shirley's robes when you're done-then come back down here and I'll have something hot and relaxing for you to drink. After that, well talk Now run along."
Ida was speechless and could do nothing but nod and climb the stairs as he suggested. Her feet ached, her legs ached but most of all her heart ached in self-pity as she tried to sort out the scattered details of her awful nightmare so that she could tell Mr. Thompson exactly what had happened to her.
"Mr. Thompson," she began half an hour later. "It's really unpleasant, but I need to tell someone, and I guess you ought to know as much as anyone."
"Call me Ed, honey," he said, and after she nodded agreement, continued. "Now why should I know more than anyone else?"
Slowly Ida repeated the speech she had thought out while taking a shower. He listened as she told him about how she had loved Hank, about how she had lost her virginity, and finally about Rod and the filming. It was a total confession, meant to purge her conscience of the terrible guilts and fears that had plagued her since she ran from the fraternity party, and she hoped he would understand.
Ida finally finished and carefully studied his face as he stood by the fireplace holding a snifter of brandy in his right hand. He was young, only thirty-eight, and his face held the faint lines that told a story of a life full of rigorous activity. His features were rugged, but handsome in their sharpness and Ida remembered wishing that her father looked like Mr. Thomp ... Ed. His hair was as black as Shirley's and his deep-set eyes always seemed to gleam with some sort of mischief.
But tonight they weren't gleaming. Instead, they were staring intensely into his brandy, pondering the unbelievable tale that she had just told him.
"Poor lad," he whispered. "I had no idea he would go this far."
"I don't understand. Who would go this far?" she asked uncertainly.
"Well, I suppose I owe you an explanation for that," he said, crossing the room and sitting on the couch next to her. "I'm aware of Rod's idiosyncracies better than anyone, I suppose. We both know he's young and adventurous and a number of other things, but what you don't know, or didn't know until tonight, is that he's wrapped up in a pretty heavy sex hang-up."
Ida listened silently, feeling a sudden compassion for this and what she thought was a heartrending confession.
"He's been like this for years, starting with dirty pictures, playing with little girls in the basement, then after he got older I caught him experimenting with one of my former housekeepers and had to fire her."
"From then on he got worse, propositioning any girl he took out-I used to get three or four calls a week from irate fathers-forcing his attentions on our houseguests whenever we had any was another favorite trick. Finally he was arrested for molesting a young girl, and after I paid his way out of that, I thought he had been sticking pretty close to a straight path. But I guess I was wrong. You showed me that."
Ida could find no words of solace for her friend's father, but as she listened to him, she heard no mention of Shirley, though she knew he must have guessed that she was at the party too. Maybe he was just too concerned about Rod to remember that his daughter had gone to the fraternity party with Tony.
"Here, let me pour you another drink," he offered, picking up the decanter and watching the dark brandy bubble into her glass. "You know, it's a funny thing about kids today. They're so damn smart, and have such tremendous advantages, advantages that my generation never had. Yet all they're out for is kicks, whether it's drugs, stealing or sex, anything they try is strictly for the excitement. Their values seem to have disappeared almost completely."
"But not everyone's like that," she said, trying to defend herself. "I mean, some of us just get mixed up, that's all. I don't know how I got into the mess that I'm in, but I wasn't looking for kicks. I really wasn't."
"No, Shirley, er, Ida, I don't imagine you were," he said, glancing down at his glass. "I almost called you Shirley. That's funny I guess, because you're a lot like her, young, confused, eager to love, in fact you're both built about the same, too."
Ida shuffled nervously and sipped the remainder of her drink. She felt suddenly slightly uncomfortable when he mentioned Shirley. It wasn't what he said, as much as it was how he said it: his tone of voice or the look in his eyes. The reason escaped her, but she was still uncomfortable and reached to pull her robe more tightly shut.
"Yes, my girl's a real little woman," he smiled, pouring more brandy into her glass. Though her exhausting escape had worn off the terrible effect of all those vodka gimlets she drank at the party, she was beginning to feel dizzy and this was only the beginning of her third glass of brandy! "She's full of hang-ups too, though not like Rod. At least she gets her kicks at home."
"What do you mean?" Ida asked in an effort to follow his conversation and stay awake. The dizziness was fogging her senses and she wasn't at all sure that she knew what he was talking about.
"Oh, nothing really," he said with a strange smile and slid a few inches closer to her on the couch. "I let her drink at home, I guess you could call that lacks. Sometimes she even gets a little loaded and takes off her robe when she's drinking here in the library with me."
How strange, Ida thought and drained the brandy snifter with a single gulp, but before she could set the glass down, or protest, he poured it half-full again, his hand shaking as the dark liquor tumbled into the delicate crystal goblet.
"Every man should have a daughter like her," he mused, and Ida could see that he was getting drunk. "Yeah, there isn't a father in the world who wouldn't envy me if he could see her parading around this room naked, her hips swaying and those magnificently shaped breasts of hers....Mmmm, really nice."
"Oh, Mr. Thompson," she whispered, afraid they might be overheard. "You shouldn't talk like that about your own daughter."
"Ed, honey. Call me Ed."
"Oh yes, Ed. Still though, you shouldn't talk like that about Shirley," she slurred. "It isn't right, I mean, it sounds like ... like incest!"
"Am I embarrassing you?" he asked, his eyes staring directly into hers. "I hope you aren't frightened when I tell you about Shirley. She's a lot like you, young and beautiful, and I don't think she'd be afraid if she were sitting her in that robe."
Ida felt more uncomfortable than ever now. She wasn't Shirley, she wasn't drunk, and she would never take off her robe with him in the room. He was a rugged man, probably desirable to all the women he dated, but he was her girlfriend's father and old enough to be her own father. He just shouldn't talk like that.
"I think you're getting a little drunk too," he smiled. "So am I."
"I'm not drunk, Mr....Ed. It's just the way you're talking about Shirley. It-it makes me feel kinda funny."
"That shouldn't bother you," he said, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Shirley took her mother's place when Mrs. Thompson died. She does all the cooking when the housekeeper isn't here, and takes care of Rod and me just like a wife. I don't see anything wrong with the way I talk about her. She acts like a woman and I treat her like one, it's as simple as that. In fact, she even calls me her secret lover."
Ida suddenly gasped and drew one hand over her mouth to hide her surprise. Secret lover! Shirley had told her about her secret lover, a man, a real man who did it to her all the time. No it couldn't be her father! No one would ever want to do it with her own father!
"What's the matter?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, then quietly added: "So she told you, did she? I warned her to never tell anyone. What did she say?"
"Please, Mr. Thompson, you're hurting me," she whimpered and tried to escape his heavy hand gripping her shoulder. "She didn't tell me anything, really. All she ever said was that she had a secret lover. She never said who it was, I swear!"
"Yeah, but you know now, don't you?" he whispered while one hand tugged at the shoulder of her robe and his other hand fumbled with the loosely tied belt. "I suppose, though, that it doesn't matter really. You know that I screw my daughter, and you've probably guessed by now that I want to screw you, too."
"No, no," she whimpered, trying desperately to stop his hands from pulling her robe off, but inch by inch the cloth was coming away, exposing her naked flesh to the sexually aroused eyes of her girlfriend's father. "Please stop. Please!"
His hands were winning easily, and in a moment he jerked the front of the robe off the struggling girl and threw it on the floor. Searching, admiring, his eyes roamed over her naked young body as he devoured her eighteen-year-old beauty. Her breasts were full and firm, their nipples tightening and rising with fear and the cool rush of air that covered them as she trembled on the couch next to him. He could see them jiggle and his eyes lowered from their succulent roundness over the gentle swell of her belly to the soft triangle of pubic hairs between her thighs.
"You're just like Shirley," he whispered through his open, panting lips. "Except that you're a blonde, a real blonde. Her pussy's covered with black hair, soft and curly, but your pussy's blonde like cornsilk, clean and fresh with moisture....
"Please don't. Please!" she wailed as his obscene words pounded at her ears, but he paid no attention to her desperate pleas. Instead, he ran his hands quickly over her exposed nakedness to the pointing tips of her firm young breasts, stroking and pinching while she squirmed against the couch to escape his teasing fingers. Her whimpering urged him to squeeze and knead the plain white flesh harder, and with a sadistic grin he pinched them to hardness until she screamed with pain.
"Oowww!" she wailed at the jagged shocks of pain that burned at the tips of her taut pink nipples. He can't do this! He's Shirley's father! But as she struggled her fears told her that she would lose her futile batde, and she felt his hot lips suddenly burn into the tender flesh of her jiggling breasts as he enveloped them with his mouth and began to suck voraciously at the hardened tips. His moist tongue twirled around the pointed tips and saliva rolled out of the corners of his mouth, dropping onto her heaving belly. It was awful, awful! Yet the girl couldn't ignore the rapidly growing tingles of erotic sensation that were trembling in her succulent breasts and quivering thighs. They were the same ripples of aroused desire that she had always felt with Hank, but now she was about to be raped by her girlfriend's father and she wanted to fight her uncontrollable desires. It was wrong, not like love at all. It was just sex, perverted and unwanted, but no matter what her brandy-clouded mind told her, she could not refuse to recognize the smoldering embers of passion that slowly grew in response to his obscene sucking.
"You taste just like Shirley," he mumbled as he lifted his black curly head from her breasts. "She's got tits just like yours, full and firm, easy to suck. I'll bet she'd love to be here now so I could suck both of you."
He seemed to be riding on a drunken euphoria of rising passion, totally unaware of what he was doing to the helpless young girl that he had pinioned on his couch.
His mind was saturated with a drunken desire to spread the naked girl wide across the cushions and sink the rigid throbbing hardness of his penis into her almost innocent vagina. She wasn't just any girl: she was his daughter's best friend, and that perverted fact made her even more exciting to his mounting desire.
"Don't be frightened," he whispered as she moaned a terrified gasp. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want to fuck you, and I know that won't hurt your little pussy, not after what you've told me tonight. You're no virgin, even if you are only eighteen, and we both know that you're going to enjoy this as much as I am."
Shaking her head in a frenzied denial of his awful words, she suddenly felt herself moving and opened her eyes to see him pulling her down onto the heated softness of the couch. He tugged her gently until she lay stretched out below him, then he leaned back and placed his strong masculine hands on her quivering thighs, running them slowly to the sensual crest of her hips.
"Mmmmmmmmm," came a throaty growl from his throat as he salaciously toyed there for a teasing moment, then slid his hand over the pliant smoothness of her lower abdomen to the blonde triangle of silken pubic hairs that curled lightly over the quivering lips of her moist pink vagina. Slowly his tormenting fingers sought the warm dampness between her nether lips, and then wriggled into the slippery crevice and sighed with a long, exhilarating gasp as he felt the tender flesh give way to his excited touch.
"Nooo!" she gasped suddenly as a wave of erotic electrifying sensation crashed through her loins, and she frantically jerked her legs up, hitting him in the chest and almost knocking him off the couch. A wild painful grunt snorted from his surprised mouth and he fell roughly on top of her struggling naked body, pinioning her arms to the sofa while he brutally rammed one knee between her thrashing thighs and held her completely still.
"Little bitch!" he panted. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You'r-er a girl with a woman's body and I'm going to teach you what a woman's body is for: fucking! That's all, just fucking. You and I both know it, so stop trying to fight me!"
Ida shuddered and rolled her head from side to side in a futile effort to drown out the shattering truth of his words. More and more she was beginning to realize that the only thing men ever wanted from her or any other girl was sex. Nothing more, just sex! What's happened to love and feelings and me? she cried to herself in a frustrated prayer that wanted an answer so desperately. But the only answer she heard was his voice gravely threatening her.
"Now if you make one more sound, or try any more of your cheap tricks to get out of here, I'm going to knock the shit out of your pretty little face! Do you understand!"
"Yes, yes," she gasped helplessly. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say."
"Good," he said perfunctorily and released his painful grip from her defenseless body.
Her hands immediately went to the pain on each of her arms and she rubbed at the throbbing hurt as she watched him standing beside the couch. He was rocking back and forth, barely able to stand because of the large quantity of brandy that rolled around in the dazed drunkenness of his head. Fighting for balance, he tugged the turtle-neck sweater off over his head, then fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it with a jerking motion and quickly unzipping his trousers. Ida gasped as she stared at the throbbing bulge in his shorts, and her eyes opened as large as quarters when he pulled his shorts down his muscular legs, freeing his his pulsing instrument from its restraining clothing.
God, it was big-too big for her! she moaned in her mind as her gaze remained glued to the swaying penis that jutted out from his hair-covered groin. It was so long, longer than Hank's or any of the boys' organs that she had seen at the party, and thick, as thick as her wrist! He was coming closer and she wriggled involuntarily away from him as the huge erect organ jerked in the air, its flesh-colored base growing out to the engorged purplish head. She could see its blood-filled veins pulsing from the rapid thumping of his heart in a threatening display of its living, aching power. She wanted to run, to flee the impending danger of his fearful penis, but the memory of his warning reminded her that there would be no escape.
A gasp of impatience chortled from his throat as he kneeled on the couch and grabbed both of her slender ankles, pulling her ivory thighs straight and spreading them apart.
His grip was brutal and it hurt, but she stifled a plea for mercy and cringed as he climbed onto the couch and began settling his long nakedness between her trembling legs. He slithered down on top of her, rubbing the turgid flesh of his swaying penis against her tender naked flesh, spreading a wet string of seminal fluid along her thighs as he moved. He was ready now, ready to fuck this hot little teen-age girl just like he fucked her girlfriend, his daughter! He loved the power and command that he held over young girls as they cowered below him in their terrified nakedness, afraid of his gigantic cock and the brutal fucking he would give them. Ida and his daughter weren't the only girls he had overpowered. And they certainly wouldn't be the last, he thought with an obscene grin as he devoured the girl's helpless trembling body beneath him.
Her breasts jutted straight up, full and round, their tips swollen with fear and the excited anticipation of rape, and then he fell on them, crushing their fullness with his falling weight.
"No, please," she moaned but knew it was no use. His hands were roving over her frightened flesh, finding tender spots to pinch and pull while he sought the glowing flower of her vaginal lips. She wanted to stop his relentless pursuit of her young moist vagina and squeezed her thighs together in a futile effort to close him out, but it was hopeless. He had her squirming body pinioned so tightly against the warmth of the couch that she could do nothing to resist but think, and her mind was losing its battle to ward off the impending rape by his thick rigid penis as he searched for her quivering hair-covered cuntal lips that would soon open to his insistent passion.
She cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his brutally searching fingers, but he had already found her soft, silken curl of pubic hairs and slid his nails through the downy fur into her quivering pink crevice, teasingly rubbing at the wetness that welcomed him.
"Oh, oh, oh," she mewled at the torturous twitches of perverted erotica that rained through her helpless, open legs.
He grinned and rubbed more frantically over the swollen bud of her aching clitoris until, with one driving thrust, he sank his middle finger past the open lips of her hair-lined pussy and plunged it into the smooth, wet channel of her vagina.
"Aaagghhh!" she wailed painfully, but he kept thrusting, pushing his finger deeper into her tortured passage as it involuntarily clamped its wet aching walls around the finger, sucking it further into die deep well of her mounting desire. He ground it around, then slipped a second finger alongside the first and heard her squeal as the agonizing instruments wormed back and forth in her ravished cunt. There seemed to be no-respite, no let-up in the growing sensuous pressure that built in her quivering belly, pleading to be released.
His body was engulfed with a lustful raging fire of passion as he looked down on her helplessly squirming hips and he could think of nothing but driving his huge aching cock into the clasping wetness of her cunt. He wanted to thrust, plunge, and ram his huge organ into her young, defenseless vagina until he spilled the seeds of his lust into the deepest confines of her trembling hair-lined hole.
With a moist, lewd sucking sound he pulled his two ravaging fingers from the hot wetness of her vagina and reached for the fiery hardness of his penis, at the same time falling roughly on top of her and sliding the engorged throbbing prick toward the pink open lips of the quivering passage between her widespread legs.
He leaned over her, poised his hips for the first brutal assault, then slammed his weight down ward, plunging his thick massive cock into the quivering, hair-lined lips of her cunt. Ida screamed as a surge of ripping pain seared through the depths of her belly, and she vainly fought the plunging thrusts of the driving prick between her thrashing legs. He was pushing, ramming his straining weapon into her aching wet channel like a battering ram, seeming to rip at the quivering pink lips as he slipped past them into the clasping depths of her defenseless, ravaged pussy. She groaned at the tremendous savage thrusting, trying to move her hips frantically away from his intruding weapon, but the lust-maddened rapist increased his obscene pressure as he felt her squirm helplessly beneath him. Faster, harder, he drove the crushing weight of his throbbing cock deep into her heaving belly.
His savage thrusting had knocked the wind out of her and she tried vainly to gasp for breath, but no sound could be heard in the room except the obscene clapping of their sweating nakedness as their bodies slapped together in a pounding rhythm of crazed lust. Shirley's father slowed his bludgeoning piston until he now crouched over the helplessly moving Ida, motionless with his swollen, pulsating penis buried deep inside her damp, clasping passage. His face was buried between the two upraised mounds of her succulent breasts and he began to suck one, then the other in an obscene display of wanton passion, licking, sucking and pulling at her taut jiggling breasts until waves of unwanted erotic desire began to flame through her helplessly skewered flesh.
Ida squirmed and threw her hips upward trying to buck his lust-maddened penis out of her ravaged, hair-covered orifice, but her thrashing only excited him more.
"Now you've got it ... buck ... wiggle your ass! Oh yeah, faster, faster...." he panted through his heaving breaths as he felt her thrashing hips pulling and bending his long, rigid penis. He began to meet her rhythm, unable to hold himself back any longer as he fucked wildly into the soft confines of her wet, open vagina. His fingers raked her softness of her clinching buttocks, squeezing the jerking white flesh as the girl bucked helplessly beneath him. He knew her moral resistance was falling away rapidly as he battered the deep hidden knot of her cervix with his ramming cock's blood-filled head.
Shirley's father had conquered one more helpless young girl, and the exalted feeling of power surged through his thrusting loins and he began to plunge harder and more frantically into the open, clasping pinkness of her defenseless vagina.
"Aaaahhhhhhr Ida wailed and contorted her face with the last ounce of resistance. Her wide-stretched vagina was flaming with a raging fire of unwanted lust as his massive penis drove mercilessly into her clenching depths like a huge drill searching for the juices of her passion. She tried to struggle away from the tormenting organ but every frantic movement of her young body caused another multitude of lusting sparks to quiver through her splayed thighs and incited her girlfriend's father to greater heights of abandoned sexual ecstasy.
She felt him reach beneath her thrashing buttocks and grab the two white shimmering orbs with both hands and pull her fitfully upward to meet his slamming hips.
The sofa creaked and strained as he pummeled her helpless channel with his massive penis, filling her smooth wet passage with its turgid thickness. She could hear her tormenter's bone-shaking moans shattering her ears, and felt for a moment that his brutal, raping prick was going to split her open and destroy the only treasure that she owned, her sacred, moist, sexual well. But the huge cudgel seemed to drive its rubbery head almost all the way to her throat as she groaned beneath his crushing weight Half-conscious through her disjointed perception she tried to think of Hank, of love, of something that would hold her back from the terrifying brink of insanity, but nothing came to help her tortured thoughts-only the choking gasps of breath that punctuated the stillness in her mind.
"Uuuuuggghhhh!" she groaned, knowing that she had been defeated by the driving weapon that pounded between her widespread thighs. While he buffeted against her hair-covered pussy, slamming his throbbing cock into her defenseless cunt, there seemed to be nothing left on earth but the terrible pounding in the depths of her shaking belly.
"Aaaagghhhhhh!" he suddenly wailed at the tremendous pressure that ached in his balls, and with one hip-locking stab he thrust his jerking cock completely into her ravaged vagina, spreading the glistening lips with its broad pulsing hilt.
Now!
His buttocks clenched uncontrollably as the flood burst from his swollen testicles and erupted into a torrent of molten white sperm spewing into the ravaged confines of her tortured channel. He jerked again and again as his whole body twitched, filling her fiery passage with his spewing juices until, with one last rasping groan he shot the last jet of his seed between her wide-stretched cuntal lips and collapsed on top of her trembling nakedness.
Ida bit her hp to fight the burning ache of passion fluttering in her vagina. She could feel the smooth wet walls clasping around his rapidly deflating penis in an involuntarily effort to keep it hard, and fought the lewd desire that burned in her loins. Her body wanted its climax, but her mind fought and held control over her excited senses and forced the tremors to slowly subside.
Then, suddenly, as she listened to his heavy breathing on top of her she heard Shirley's sensuous voice break her concentration with a delighted squeal.
"Daddy! That was wonderful!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Every light in the room glared with the undeniable truth that Shirley had spoken, standing in the open doorway, her hands seductively on her hips. Ida's gaze was frozen on her girlfriend while she squirmed helplessly beneath Shirley's unconscious father in a frantic effort to push his naked body from between her wide splayed thighs.
"It's no use," Shirley sneered with a mocking grin. "You can't force him to get off, and I'm really surprised that you're even trying. A minute ago you were turned on like you were screwing Hank in the movies again, so I don't think that you really want to stop, do you?"
"Shirley!" Ida pleaded as she finally wriggled her hips away from Ed Thompson and heard his penis slip out of her ravaged passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound. "You don't understand, you don't understand! He raped me! After the party I ran and ran until I found a cab; then I came here. He's your father, Shirley, and I thought he would try to understand the awful things that happened to me tonight, but he just got drunker and drunker and then he raped me!"
"Why, Daddy! You nasty old man," she laughed. "Did you rape this poor innocent little girl?"
"Huh ... oh, hi, baby," Ed Thompson murmured, slowly regaining, consciousness, and lifting himself off the sofa. He stood for a moment, shaking his head, then reached down and gently massaged his deflated red penis. 'Yeah, I guess you could call it rape, though she really got turned on toward the end."
"You're telling me," Rod said, suddenly coming into the room with four fresh drinks in his hands. "The way she was screwing and blowing Hank in that film tonight, she's probably the closest thing I've know to a nymphomaniac-except for Sis, of course."
"Oh, Rod," Shirley turned to him showing the irritation in her face. "I'm not a nympho, dammit. I'm just a healthy teenager who likes men."
"I think you like them a little too much," he teased.
"Now stop it," Ed Thompson warned. "If you two keep arguing I'm going to have to spank both of you."
"Oh, Daddy, promise?!" Shirley squealed. "Oh God!" Ida's voice screamed at them. "You're awful! You're crazy, all of you! What kind of family are you-standing in the living room and talking like a bunch of perverts. Don't you have any feelings?"
"Yeah, baby," Rod crooned and rubbed the front of his trousers. "Right here in my pants."
"Knock it off, Rod," his father said quietly as he buttoned his shirt. "We're civilized people, and I won't have you making an obscene spectacle of yourself in front of a guest."
"I don't believe it," Ida whispered from the couch and tried to cover her nakedness with a pillow. Her weakness was apparent as she struggled to keep her knees from buckling, though her voice was rising. "How can you say you're civilized when you just raped me I You act like nothing has happened-like this was all part of a normal family evening at home!"
"You're not far from wrong," Shirley told her and took a sip from her drink. "Something like this happens almost once a week, and when we're here alone the talk isn't much different. Daddy's always bringing some girl into the house, though they're usually about eighteen and Rod and I always catch him. Sometimes I think you plan it that way, Daddy."
"Maybe," he said with a sly grin. "It's always more fun when you come home and catch me with some naked little mouse squirming around underneath me. It gives us something to talk about when we go to bed."
"Oh my God," Ida whispered, backing away from them and reaching for the robe as she retreated.
"Leave the robe alone," Ed ordered, and her hand immediately drew away from it to cover the rosy tips of her exposed breasts. "I don't think you're finished for tonight, Ida. Right, Rod?"
"Sure, Dad," he said from beside the white fireplace. "She's a girl with a lot of potential, and I ought to sample her wares before I decide to manage her career. Hell, at a hundred bucks a trick she could make me a millionaire before she falls apart in a few years, but I've got to be sure she's got a lot of endurance."
"That's not a bad idea son," his father answered. "You should always inspect every business deal thoroughly before investing your time and money."
Ida listened to their obscene laughter with her bright blue eyes wide open and filled with fear. Here was a man, a father, talking to his son and daughter like they were a couple of barroom tramps-two pimps and a whore discussing business after a nightcap. They were crazy, all of them!
"Y-you told me that Rod had a sex problem," she said directly to the father. "But his problem is nothing compared with yours. You're depraved and perverted-it's no wonder that Rod gets arrested for molesting little girls-you're the one to blame. It's all your fault!"
"Oh, I can't really call it depraved or perverted," he answered her and emptied his drink. "It's like I said, we all have our little idiosycracies, and mine just kind of runs in the family. Hell, their mother was the same way."
"Dad, you old bastard," Ida heard Rod interrupt while she stared in disbelief at his father. "Did you tell her that I was arrested for screwing that child? Boy, that's a pretty rotten thing to say about your son, especially when you were the one who was locked up for molesting her."
"Don't look so terrified," Shirley said to Ida's shaking face. "Daddy just likes little girls, that's all. It's just the same as my liking to screw older men, except for Tony and Hank, of course"
"Hank?" she gaped, not wanting to believe that he had become a part of their perverted cult. He'd made a complete fool of her, but he couldn't be so rotten .as to have taken part in any of their midnight romps. No matter what he had done, he was still a boy-a boy she had loved well enough to know a little about. He might get himself trapped into a lot of things he didn't like, but he'd never do anything with Shirley and her family.
"I don't believe you," Ida said defensively, knowing that he was her last hold on the tiny spark of hope that could keep her sane.
"Jeesuz! Where do you think he was getting screwed when you were pulling that virginity crap on him? Maybe he didn't know anything about us," Shirley snorted, pointing to her father and brother. "But he knew enough about me to be able to come over every night after he dropped you at home. That's the only way he got laid, and you should be thankful it wasn't with some whore across the tracks. Otherwise you could have a good case of gonorrhea of the tongue."
Ida shuddered for a moment, her mind reeling in a tormented vortex of confusion until everything started to turn white, then suddenly black and she fell in a heap on the floor, unconscious.
"Hey, I didn't know that, Sis," Rod said lightly. "I thought old Hank was gettin' it from her all the time."
"All right, enough's enough," their father interupted. "Can't you see she's passed out? Pick her up and take care of her Rod. I've had enough for tonight."
"Daddy," Shirley asked plaintively. "Can I stay and watch them?"
"No, sugar. You and I are going upstairs and take a bath."...." to take a bath," filtered through Ida's brain as she began to recover from her faint. Nothing seemed real to her half-conscious senses and she felt herself rising from the floor and floating across the room. Maybe I'm dead, she thought groggily. This is what she wanted death to be, floating on the air toward an unknown heaven, free from the terrors of life-Hank's treason, the horrid films, Ed Thompson, his daughter, and finally free from Rod.
Rod!
His vague image pierced her eyes as she opened them and suddenly realized that he was carrying her across the room, his hands kneading her firm naked flesh as he walked. She wasn't dead! And there would be no heaven: only the hell that pretended to be her life. She had nothing to live for-no boyfriend, no happiness, and certainly no love.
Shirley had once told her that she didn't believe in love, not really, and now Ida was beginning to understand what she had meant. Sex had replaced love in the twentieth century, becoming what seemed like the only thing that men ever thought of, and judging from Shirley, Dolly, and the many other girls at the party, the only thing they ever thought of too. What ever happened to the sacred, responsible notions of romantic love that had formed the matrix for Western civilization! Had they disappeared completely, or had love always been a myth disguising the true motivations of men and poets alike?
Ida's groggy thoughts rambled aimlessly as she held her eyes tightly shut, afraid to look again at Rod's lewdly grinning face. He had carried her across the hall to a downstairs bedroom and slowly lowered her to the softness of a satin-covered bed. Standing back he could see her graceful curves folding into the huge mattress, her dark tan contrasting sharply with the satin spread's whiteness. Her trim little ankles were resting lightly together all the way up to the downy blonde triangle of pubic hair that nestled between her supple young thighs. From there his eyes traveled slowly over the gentle swell of her belly to her rising breasts, and he quickly began undressing, feeling the hot blood race through his loins and fill his swelling penis.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned while he stripped and he watched for her eyes to open, though it didn't really matter if she were awake or not. Ida had said his father was a pervert, but Rod knew that Ed Thompson could never match his son's cruelty and uncontrollable passion for female flesh. He'd screw her if she was out cold, he thought. And make her suck him off if she woke up. It didn't make any difference which way he fucked her as long as he could cum in one of her body's defenseless openings.
"So you decided to wake up," he slurred as he looked down at her slowly opening eyes, knowing that his decision had been made now that she was awake and able to use her mouth to release the throbbing ache that pulsed in his groin.
He started to crawl onto the large bed and Ida could see his huge phallus jerking with a rapidly mounting desire as it swayed back and forth, obscenely illuminated by the dim half-light that shimmered from outside the partially open door. He was just like his father, a pervert, and she didn't want to let him touch her naked body. It was a temple, a sacred temple, and no man had the right to enter her sanctified warmth without her permission.
But Rod didn't think that any woman's body was a temple and grabbed her ankle when she tried to scramble off the bed. She was just a cunt, like any other, and he'd use her for his depraved pleasures until his aching lust was completely satiated.
"Come 'ere, goddamnit!" he growled and pulled her roughly back to center of the sacrificial bed, his brutal grip tearing into the tender flesh of her long slender leg. Her painful squeal had sparked another shock of lust-filled electricity to coarse through his flexing thighs, and as his thick rigid penis twitched with a lewd response to the rising tingle, he grabbed her other leg and spread her trembling limbs apart, exposing the glistening moisture of her warm, protective cuntal lips.
But even though she was almost limp, completely under his power, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted her to fold her mouth around his rock-hard penis and suck him in total submission to his perverted masculine strength. He wanted to hear her whimper and scream with terror before she gave in to his depraved demands; then plead with him to fuck her just like he'd seen Hank fuck her in the obscene film a few short hours ago.
Spurred by his lewd imagination, his hands quickly groped along her coppery thighs to the bright white border where her bikini bottoms had once covered her hips from the sun. The sight of her soft nakedness quivering under his power stoked the already glowing fires of his passion and he hungrily dropped his head to the downy softness of her pubic triangle. His tongue eagerly sought the hair-covered source of her pungent sexual odor and slid through the trembling pinkness of her cuntal lips to begin licking the warm moisture of the glistening slit. Back and forth, twirling in excited tiny circles over the rising bud of her clitoris, his tongue lapped at the defenseless crevice, forcing the blood to rush from her wildly beating heart and fill the swelling pink lips with a bright sexual flush.
Ida cringed, terrified by the lascivious sensations that rippled through her ravaged young body. She could hear her heart thumping and the obscene sucking sounds that filtered up from between her helpless, widespread thighs, and she wanted to scream for him to stop-now, before the mounting ripples of sexual desire would take her body's precious control from her mind and transfer it to his lashing tongue. She knew, though, that there was no escape from his perverted licking and the unknowable demands that would follow. He was just like his father and sister, obsessed with sex and too selfish in their depraved desires to think of anyone but themselves. There was no way to avoid the hell that awaited her, and all she could do was hope that somehow she wouldn't succumb to the hidden passions of her own body and fall into the mire of degradation that had sucked the whole Thompson family into depravity.
But as she thought about her horrid entanglement, her lips parted with an unexpected mewling, soft and cat-like-an unwilling response to the obscenely sucking tongue that slithered between the hair-lined lips of her pulsing vagina. Rod heard her low, almost submissive moan and hardened the wet tip of his searching tongue, rolled one small circle around the trembling entrance to her forbidden channel, and then plunged its whole eager length into the tight moist passage.
"Ooooohhh," she whimpered involuntarily to the tongue's lascivious intrusion and felt the rippling tides of sexual arousal break from their hidden cells and coarse through the damp darkness of her quivering vagina. She whimpered again as the slippery invader slithered in and out of her now-clasping pussy in a teasing salacious dance of perverted stimulation; then gasped as it rolled in tight little circles around the inner walls of her aroused entranceway, forcing her to involuntarily relax the tightly clenched muscle and open her defenseless orifice to his depraved licking.
She was starting to really turn on now, he thought through his sex-crazed sucking, then sadistically sank the tongue one more time into the forbidden wet hole and suddenly jerked his head away from the soft fur that covered her helplessly aroused pussy.
"Oooooooh!" gasped from between her parted lips as the licentious tongue snapped away from its salacious sucking. She felt the bed give way to Rod's weight as he pulled himself on top of her and ravenously crushed his mouth over hers, shoving the tongue that had just licked her ravaged vagina into the choking moist depths of her throat. Her head wanted to jerk away from the intruder, but the aching in her loins forced another moan from her belly and she found herself involuntarily sucking and pulling at his lips, begging for the tongue to delve deeper into her grasping wetness.
As soon as he knew she was responding to his torturing kisses, however, he pulled his head away, ignoring her whimperings, and crawled up over her helpless naked torso, straddling her while he lowered his buttocks to sit on her full, upraised breasts.
She couldn't believe that it was happening-that she was actually whimpering-"Don't stop, please don't stop kissing me!"
But her voice suddenly quieted with fear when she felt the great weight crushing her firm, sex-flushed breasts and opened her eyes to see the purplish engorged tip of his massive penis throbbing only a few short inches from her panting mouth. Below the pulsing head she could see dark veins running down the length of the long rigid shaft to the hair-covered testicles that dangled below his groin, and felt the heat from his huge instrument warming her terrified lips.
"You can kiss my cock all you want," he sneered from above her. "That'll keep you happy, you hot little cunt!"
"N-No!" she whimpered, spastically shaking her head in refusal. She had gone through too much in the last week, and she had sucked Hank, but she couldn't suck Rod's huge prick. She just couldn't!
"I can't, please ... it's not right! Please don't make me do it!"
A lewd sadistic grin flashed over his face and he quickly turned his body, pushed his hand roughly over her tender silken pubic mound, then rammed a finger into her smooth wet vagina, holding her-worming and digging at the soft pink channel until she shrieked.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" shattered the heavy panting in the half-lit bedroom as the terrible digging seared in a flaming rage through her sensitive quivering vagina. She tried to wriggle away from his tortuous finger, but her movements only intensified the probing.
Suddenly, the pain stopped and she exhaled in whimpering gasps as she felt him slide his clenching buttocks up a little further over her painfully crushed breasts, then grab her by the hair and pull her frightened face forward to meet the pushing head of his massive penis. With a sadistic laugh he rammed his hips forward and shoved the thick, hard tip of his cock deep into her gasping mouth until it lewdly bumped into the back of her open gurgling throat.
Ida could feel the terrifying cudgel growing harder and thicker in her choking mouth as he mercilessly battered back and forth, his huge swollen testicles slapping against her jutting chin.
Oh God, oh God, she prayed, her humiliation drowning deeper and deeper in the thick mire of degradation that was consuming her helpless innocence with each grinding thrust of the huge penis. Someone help me, please!
But there would be no respite as the massive prick drove again and again into her wide-stretched mouth pummeling her oval-shaped lips. His one hand remained over her blonde pubic mound, two of its fingers now tearing at the defenseless inner flesh of her terrified pussy. Both helpless entrances, her mouth and her twitching, pain-racked vagina, were being raped by two vicious poles obscenely thrusting in and out in a painful sacrifice to the perverted lusts of the degenerate straddling her squirming torso.
Rob was jerking his hips while his short puffing gasps punctuated his lewd bucking, and his eyes were locked on her open mouth, hypnotized by the thundering penis that sank and withdrew into her sucking orifice. He was losing his control and knew that in only seconds the raging fire in his slapping balls would explode into a volcanic eruption of white sperm, spewing its warm wetness down her gasping throat. He laughed deliriously as he watched his huge driving penis plunge in and out of her soft ovaled mouth, then started to suddenly groan when the volcano exploded and the terrible flood of sperm shot through his throbbing cock.
"Oohhh ... yeah, now ... Goddamnit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he screamed and the torrent of hot cum spewed from the jerking tip of his massive penis into her defenseless mouth, overflowing from the corners of her whimpering lips. Ida thought she would die-drown in his terrible sperm, unfulfilled and humiliated more than she ever believed possible! She gasped and tried to choke the white burning tide out of her throat, but the sticky fluids flooded the wide-open channel and were pushed downward by his sadistic penis as he jerked forward one more time.
A few moments later the purplish head slipped wetly out of her mouth and Ida fell back onto the white satin bed whimpering not from pain but from the terrible humiliation that scourged her soul. She vaguely heard him climb off the bed and leave the room, but could only think of the hideous rape that had branded her with a terrible stain-the knowledge that she would never be the same again.
She could remember sucking Hank's penis, swallowing his sperm, but that was different-that was love, or at least she thought it was. Tonight, however was the most horrid night of her life. After the terrors at the fraternity party, she had been raped by her best friend's father. Then his son had forced her to suck him to an electrifying, spurting climax. But neither of them had given her an orgasm, and she knew that the most powerful feeling that surrounded her now was the terrible need for sexual release that pounded in her aching, unsatisfied vagina.
More powerful, though, than her humiliation from being raped, she felt the unfulfilled embers of desire throbbing deep in her belly, and suddenly realized that she was a slave to sex, no better than Hank, or the whole Thompson family. Sex was the master, not love, and the revelation frightened her, but her fear couldn't stop her slender fingers from sliding over her belly to the softness of her pubic mound.
The reason for life was here, she thought as she quickly slipped two fingers into the clasping channel and began rubbing in and out with a rapidly growing anticipation of orgasm. Everyone sought only the pleasures of sex-and she was no better than anyone else, terrified by her new-found secret, yet hungrily excited by her thrusting fingers as she hid in the darkness of the bedroom, masturbating toward infinity.
"Feel better now?" Ed Thompson asked his daughter as he walked from the bathroom to the eight-foot-square bed centered amid the pastel reflections from the mirrors that covered the walls of his bedroom. Shirley was lounging against three satin-covered pillows luxuriating in their softness, and exhaling tiny smoke rings above her head., "Oh, yes, Daddy," she answered lovingly. "A hot bath with you always makes me feel nice, almost as nice as when you make love to me."
"I'm glad," he said sitting beside her and adding "but I do wish you wouldn't smoke. It's not good for you."
"There's only one thing that's really good for me," she giggled and reached out to grab his penis from beneath his robe, but he quickly jumped away, leaving her empty-handed.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly.
"I'm wondering about Ida. I could hear her downstairs while we were in the tub."
"So could I." A gleam sparked in her eyes, and she said softly: "And I'll bet Rod was really fucking her good, too. She was screaming like a wildcat."
"That really makes no difference-you've got to stop swearing. The problem we've created might cause more trouble than she's worth. That fiasco Rod pulled at the fraternity house got everybody all worked up, but the girl reacted much differently than he or Hank thought she would. Those films really cut deeply into her sensitivity, and when she came here for help I raped her, not to mention Rod. And her whole frame of mind became disoriented."
"I wish you'd say what you mean, Daddy. You always beat around the bush and take your time saying something, but tonight your time is mine and I don't want to waste it."
"O.K.," he said and grinned at her impatience. "Ida's probably going to yell 'Rape' when she gets out of here, and if I don't think of something to stop her, we could all be spending tomorrow night and a great many more nights in jail."
"Why don't you just keep her here?" she asked and started pulling her robe off in a slow mocking strip-tease.
"Because sooner or later someone would find out, dammit!"
"Then use the films."
"What do you mean?"
"Daddy, sometimes you're so dense. All you have to do is tell Rod to take the can of film to her house early in the morning. Surely we can keep her here that long. Rod could ring the bell and then hide until he's sure that either her mother or father pick the package off the porch. When her folks see her fucking Hank in full-blazing color, they'll never believe that she was raped, no matter what she says."
"You ought to be a spy," he said shaking his head with disbelief. "I thought Ida was your best friend, yet you're condemning her practically to death. I had no idea you were so vicious."
"Don't be such a prude, silly. She is my best friend, but that's really not much. It's a simple matter of winning or losing, and I'd rather lose her and win you. I just don't, think I could live without you, Daddy."
"You won't have to, my love. You won't have to," he whispered and leaned over her, kissing her full red lips and sucking the moist air from her lungs. He could hear her long slender thighs gently brushing together beneath her partially opened robe and felt her rising breasts hardening against his chest as he pressed down on her young willing body. He sighed with the trembling excitement he felt every time he made love to his teenage daughter, and crushed his lips harder against hers, grazing his teeth against the hard brightness of hers, then slipped his tongue through her lips and into her mouth.
While he toyed with her tongue, his hand found its way easily to the warm softness underneath her robe and began wandering over her supple shivering flesh, scraping his nails over the tenderness of her suntanned thighs. She responded eagerly and squirmed and wriggled to the fluttering ripples of desire that rose in the naked depths of her body as her father's hand teased and flicked its way along her trembling legs.
He too felt the same erotic tide of passion slowly mounting in his loins. Each time they made love, he experienced a new and exciting pleasure that only his daughter could give him. And this time she was trying to tease him, trying to hold him slightly away from the delicious treasures of her sensual youth.
"You teasing little bitch," he whispered. "Put your tongue in my mouth."
Eager to obey his command, she clamped her lips over his mouth and slipped the moist phallus of her tongue past his teeth and into the wanting cavern, flicking her tongue along the red corrougated roof.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured sensuously. "Just like your mother."
He sucked her tongue deeper into his throat, dueling with his own hard, wet sword until he forced her to withdraw into her own mouth and followed quickly, filling her tiny throat with his sharp tongue's piercing bulk. They pitched together back and forth and he could feel her arms encircling his neck while her hands ran rampant through his thick shock of curly hair, pulling and scratching as her desire for her father crackled deep in her quivering belly.
Sensing her rising passions he slid his hand down the length of her twisting nakedness, slipping her robe completely off to expose every glistening inch of her youthful, wanting body. His fingers quickly found the soft-curled ebony down of her pubic triangle and he heard her moan as he slipped his fingers through the silken hairs to the trembling lips of her moist pink vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed feeling his fingers slither into the dampness of her sexual garden and begin to gently run up and down along the hair-trimmed inner lips. His searching fingers massaged the quivering pink flesh, feeling the growing flood of sexual juices envelop their bony hardness and lubricate his incestuous path. He easily found her swelling little clitoris as it tingled under his tantalizing touch, thickening and hardening until she began to squeal halting cries of uncontrollable child-like lust.
"Oh, Daddy. Oh my darling Daddy!" she whimpered and crushed her mouth over his, thrusting her pink wet tongue into his ravenous throat.
His heavy breathing was coming in short clicking gasps as beads of perspiration rolled off his brow and onto her soft quivering belly, and he began rubbing her glistening slit more frantically, rolling the tiny erect bud in a swirling whirlpool of uncontrollable sexual excitement. Shirley shook her full-rounded buttocks and suddenly clamped her long suntanned thighs together in a teasing effort to make him rub her hair-lined pussy more slowly. He could feel the warm shimmering flesh of her tender thighs envelop his hand with their excited heat, holding him tightly except for his two fingers that tickled back and forth along the pink moistness hidden by her soft, curling pubic hair.
Oh, God, he thought. It's always like this ... I can't stand it! That teasing little cunt of hers is on fire, but she always holds me back until I almost cum without ever getting my cock inside that hot little hole.
He lifted his head, his mouth slack and panting with the forbidden passion of incest, and lowered his eyes to the succulent nakedness of her body squirming helplessly on the bed beneath him. He could see the gentle curve of her sensuous thighs rising to her luscious heaving breasts as they rose and fell with her aroused sighs, their rosy tips hard and erect, jutting straight out in an obscene invitation to be devoured.
"Oh goddamn, you little whore," he gasped and swooped down to suck the wanting pinkness of one taut nipple into his mouth, gathering all the soft pliant flesh into his varacious mouth and biting its tiny hardness between his glistening hard teeth. She squealed with delight beneath him and he lifted his head to her other succulent waiting orb, while his mind fought the throbbing ache that ground mercilessly in the engorged head of his rigid, fully erect penis. God, he wanted to fuck her so badly he cried to himself and wetly nibbled a sensationally erotic path away from her pointed breasts, across the gentle swell of her rising belly, to the quivering tenderness of her heated upper thighs.
"Oh Daddy! My God, Oh Daddy," she panted uncontrollably, unable to say anything but the one exciting name she loved more than anything else in the entire world: "Daddy! Oh Daddy!"
A tortuous shudder rumbled through her lust-ridden flesh and she relaxed her long slender legs, allowing them to spread wide and invite his frantic mouth to savor her forbidden fruit. He was her father, the man who occupied her every thought and action, the man she would love until she died, and he was about to slip his tongue through her silken curls of pubic protection to the fiery wetness of her young excited cunt.
"Oh, darling Daddy," she whispered again and felt his strong hands firmly grasp the white shivering moons of her buttocks. God they were delightful, he thought lewdly as he held the clenching orbs in his hands, flexing his fingers and digging into their impassioned quivering flesh. They were tight now, raised and ready, waiting for his delicious tongue to explore fiery juices that were flowing from the clasping opening of her tight young vaginal passage.
Another pant of wanton lust came from her parted lips as she felt his black curly head brush over her trembling thighs, his heavily breathing nose push through her soft springy pubic hairs; then felt the exhilarating shock of his lascivious tongue snake out and slip into the quivering pinkness between her swollen cuntal lips. Trembling with ecstatic delight, the ruffled wet folds spread involuntarily to welcome the lapping tongue as it slithered across the jelly-like slit, licking at the torrent of sexual liquids that spilled over her clasping vaginal entranceway. At first gently, then increasingly faster he sucked at her smooth slippery pussy, her delectible sexual tastes and honied smells sweeping into his lust-maddened senses with every panting breath.
"Oh, oh, oh,!" she gurgled frantically below him as the fiery bellows of his breath blew her sexual excitement all out of proportion into a tremendous raging fire. Her wailings were echoing through every corner of the house, but there was no one to hear her except the young girl who was frantically masturbating in the downstairs bedroom; and Shirley didn't give a goddamn what she heard, because after tomorrow morning Ida O'Brien would be a person inhabiting only the forgotten past.
Her father licked faster like an obsessed sex-maniac as she squirmed and wriggled, bucking her hair-covered pussy against his ravaging mouth. She was fighting for her orgasm and at the same time fighting against it. It was hell but she knew she had to hold back and wait for him to plunge his huge throbbing cock into the dampness of her tight clasping cunt ... she wanted to cum at the same time he did ... she wanted to cum with Daddy!
"Baby," he gagged and lifted his head away from her wildly rearing crotch. "Wait honey, let me catch my breath-wait for me!"
Slowly, wheezing for air, he climbed over her trembling nakedness and settled his strong, hard body over her soft, succulent form as she fought to control the quake of tremulous orgasm that pressed at the deep, dark confines of her clenching vagina.
"Daddy?" she whimpered as he reined her passions back. "Daddy, do you love me?"
"Of course, my fiery little wench," he whispered close to her ear.
"More than Mommy, more than her?" she pleaded for an answer. "Am I better than Mommy was when you fucked her?"
"Oh, you jealous little bitch," he growled. "You're better than-you're better than any woman. I love fucking my daughter more than any woman I've ever known!"
"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed at his obscene admission and felt the furnace in her flooded vagina-licking at the very center of her sexual being. She felt his lips close over her ear and flick his moist red tongue inside, blowing and sucking for a moment until her whole body shook convulsively. His hands were pulling and kneading her supple flesh, covering every inch of her firm, swollen breasts, her lusciously curved hips and the trembling softness of her involuntarily flexing thighs. She felt so goddamned good, warm and soft, her nakedness touching him all over with an exhilarating feathery lightness. She was like a living, breathing pillow warming the darkest corners of his muscular frame, enveloping him in the unspoken secrets of every woman's treasures.
He lay reveling in her sensuous touch for a few seconds, then eased his hands between her limp perspiring thighs, not having to spread them as she relaxed and let them slide apart involuntarily. He felt the trembling of her pink, ruffled cuntal lips and pulled his hands back to grasp the throbbing head of his rock-hard cock and rub its sensitive glans with long maddening strokes. He felt like the huge instrument would explode any second as he manipulated the engorged flesh with masochistic pleasure, then guided the pulsing purplish tip toward the eagerly waiting opening of his daughter's clasping cunt.
"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled as the fiery tip touched the wanting wetness beneath her hair-covered lips and began to gently caress the smooth slippery slit with a slow sensuous up and down motion. She could feel the obscene stickiness dripping from the throbbing instrument's tiny hole, mixing with her own pool of sexual juices, and then waited with a maddened impatience for him to thrust the long rigid pole into her hungry, wet, hair-trimmed hole.
"Like it, baby?" he asked with a sadistic grin on his face as he watched her contorted facial muscles contracting with each luscious stroke of his jerking organ.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I love it. I love your cock-please don't wait any longer. Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me now!"
The forbidden words almost triggered his orgasm as they always did, but he held back and poised the rubbery tip of his weapon at the tight clasping muscle of her pleading vagina. Then, with a brutal, savage thrust, he plunged the entire granite-like length into her deep pulsing cunt!
"Aaarrgggghhhhhh," she wailed, while the unbearable excruciating pain seared through every titillated nerve in her young jerking body. His massive penis had sunk right up to its broad, hair-covered hilt, stretching her tight, youthful channel almost to the breaking point, and she moaned again and again at the terrible raking pain.
Listening to her shrieking cries he was swirling in a psychedelic vortex of bright flashing colors as he felt her clasping cuntal walls envelop his throbbing prick like a thick, hot, flowing liquid, stroking and soothing his tortured flesh with her exhilarating tightness. He was there at last ... new and fresh in his young daughter's pussy ... exciting and daring more than ever before ... buried deep within the forbidden confines of her slick sucking cavity, and the bubbling ecstasy had captured every shaking fiber of his being.
"Oh my God! You're so fucking tight, you're driving me insane!" he hissed through the shattering screeches of her pain, then slowly, pulling her ruffled pink lips outward, he began to withdraw his long aching cock from her wide-stretched channel. He pulled until he could look down at her hair-trimmed lips to see the throbbing length of his rigid prick glistening with her hot slippery cunt's lubricating juices, its rubber blood-filled head barely resting inside her pain-racked orifice. It looked like they were joined together in that tiny hole, each waiting for the other to move and begin the lewd rhythmic rocking back and forth that would build towards their incestuous mutual climax.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, it hurts!" she whimpered.
"Don't worry, baby, it won't be long," he answered her with reassurance. She was always tight when they started, but he knew that the massive proportions of his erect penis would loosen the tiny muscles that clasped him so fervently and open her little hair-lined pussy to the brutal fucking that he ached to give her.
In a few moments she started to relax the clenching muscles that held his huge instrument so tightly in the vise-like passage and he began to slowly rotate his buttocks, rolling the blood-filled head in small circles, widening the tiny opening a little further each time he moved.
He leaned forward as he rolled his hips back and forth, and kissed her cheek, her eyes, and finally her eager open mouth, slipping his hungry tongue behind her teeth and sucking on her upper hp. She was responding ravenously to his kisses and he knew that her terrible pain was quickly subsiding, but he didn't want to wait to plunge his thick shaft deep into her belly. It hurt, physically and mentally, to wait for her young hair-lined pussy to open, but he had to ... he had to spread the exciting little hole slowly, so that he wouldn't spoil her for the next time and he could continue to enjoy his perverted masochistic pleasure.
She was squirming beneath him as she felt the terrible pain ebbing and giving way to the familiar waves of sexual electricity that her father gave her every time he screwed her tight little orifice. She wanted her moist wet pussy to relax now; but as always it waited, wallowing in the excruciating pain until the last bearable moment, and she turned her attention back to his glazed, wideopen eyes.
He was sweating above her, watching his rotating penis as it stretched her slippery vaginal muscles again and again, feeling the pressure easing. The needle-like prickling that coarsed through his thick massive cock was ready to burst and he wanted to let go of his control and shoot his sperm far into his daughter's belly. God, it hurt so fucking much ... but the waiting hurt more ... and he sighed at the delightful clamping pain that soaked his twitching penis. He had to ease the pressure, he told himself groggily and started to gently push forward into the dark dampness that held her fountain of incestuous youth in waiting for him.
"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts! Daddy, it hurts," she cried and rolled her head from side to side, but didn't try to jerk her pain-racked hips away.
She knew he was starting to spread her fiery tightness now, and though her crotch and aching thighs felt as if they were going to split, she bit her hp and waited for him to probe deeper into her smooth wet channel. The pain would turn to ecstatic pleasure ... if only she could wait long enough and remain conscious. Then she relaxed her hips a little more in anticipation of the wonderful sensuous tides that would follow and blinked through her tear-stained eyes at her father's lust-contorted face.
He was nearly delirious with excitement and he pushed his throbbing prick gently into the quivering depths of her moist, pink clasping cavity. His fingers grasped the clenching moons of her smooth white buttocks and dug into the tender flesh, searching for the tiny hairless ring of her puckering anus. The stabbing pain and pulsing shocks of pleasure in his long rigid rod were thrashing together like a nuclear furnace of lust-maddened ecstasy and he wanted to cry out with relief. There was little time left, yet he knew he had still not completely entered her hungry cunt, feeling the engorged rubbery head of his instrument rasping her wet smooth cuntal walls in its search for the furthest depths of her widening channel. He was almost there, he thought and lifted her shimmering buttocks in a final desperate effort to push the last remaining inch of his broad, thick cock into his daughter's succulent swell of pain and pleasure.
"Oh, God, Shirley," he gasped as the turgid tip bumped into the tiny hard core of her cervix at last. "Oh fuck, you're magnificent! Every man should have a daughter like you ... tight, sensuous, and willing to suck the greatest pleasures she possibly can from the core of her daddy's balls ... oh fuck!"
Shirley listened to her father's delirious mumblings and squealed at his obscene babbling, delighted that she had excited him until he could barely stand it. His lewd words brought her attention away from the subsiding pain in her belly to the growing river of electric tinglings that were returning to their rightful place in the center of her over-sensitive vagina. The hurt was going, leaving her tortured loins and she rolled her head softly to each side to glean the separate sensual throbbings that were growing more rapidly as her father pushed and pulled his desperately wanting penis in and out of her tight, hair-lined pussy.
"Oohhh, Daddy, that feels so good!" she cooed "Don't stop, don't ever stop."
Hearing her submissive chants echoing through his lust-crazed mind, he felt as if she had just wrapped her pouting young lips around the throbbing engorged head of his prick and had begun to suck the straining hot liquids from the depths of his swollen, aching testicles. She was the most desirable woman he had ever met and she willingly submitted to his every incestuous desire without the slightest questions, whether he ordered pain or pleasure or both. Her gentle mewlings were those of a woman who begged to be used to satisfy his every whim, and the pleading tone in her voice urged a sadistic desire to rise from his pulsating loins.
He clenched his teeth and lifted her quivering thighs higher, bending her knees towards her trembling breasts until her glistening cuntal lips, wrapped obscenely around his gently thrusting penis, were completely exposed to his lust-crazed gaze. He could see their fiery moisture exciting the hair-lined cavity in small rivulets as he withdrew his huge pulsing cock, then re-entering the secretive depths as he pushed forward, lubricating the rigid shaft to ease the vise-like pain. Oh God, he moaned to himself at the lascivious sight and suddenly lunged forward with an uncontrollable sadistic urge sinking the entire livid red length of his penis into her smooth clasping channel.
"Aaahhhaaahhh!" she cried, not knowing whether she was screaming from the pain or from the intense earth-shaking pleasure that burst through the thin, quivering walls of her heavily rising and falling abdomen. She could sense the massive presence of his prick's turgid head pushing against the deepest wall of her overly sensitive passage, filling her with every pulsing inch of his lust-fiUed cock. It rasped over each trembling cell of her unsteadily twitching vagina, sending brilliant shocks of multi-colored lightning through her lust-clouded brain, making her desperately-needing channel clench and unclench its smooth wetness around his intruding pole.
Her father was howling wildly in his lusty euphoria and grasped the frantically churning orbs of her full-rounded buttocks and brutally lifted her upward, at the same time viciously ramming his bursting penis to the furthest stretched depths of her lust-starved cavern. His swollen balls were ready to erupt at any moment with the final exalted explosions of his impending climax, and his throbbing penis jerked spastically as he continued to pummel her helpless raving cunt in an abandoned frenzy of culminating desire. Fingers savagely tore into the frantically jerking cheeks of her ass as she began bucking upward to meet his driving thrusts.
"Shirley, oh my God, Shirley," he wailed uncontrollably as he felt his rapidly approaching orgasm begin to spill over the brink of his shattered consciousness.
"Oh, no Daddy! Wait!" she begged but knew it was too late and threw her hair-covered pubic mound upwards again and again in a frantic ef fort to match the blistering heights of his passion and meet his orgasm.
As he reared up, he watched her with a hazy detachment, moving his lips with no words coming out, only his panting gasps striving to communicate his rumbling ecstasy. It was cumming ... he was cumming-now! Falling, soaring through space toward the churning bubbling orgasm that screamed for its eruption. He tumbled in the whirling vortex, grabbing her by the waist and jerked her bucking pelvis up to meet one final agonizing plunge that would purge the depths of his tortured soul. As he lunged forward, driving his exploding cock through the murky smoothness of her spastically clenching cunt, he felt a soaring flame sear through his balls and shoot the jets of white hot juices out of their prison and into his daughter s desperately-wanting pussy.
Shirley sensed his contorted screaming through her own passion while she writhed in agony beneath him, then suddenly felt his spewing sperm flowing into her wet hair-lined vagina. It filled her with its burning stickiness, blanketing every twitching crevice of her porous cavern like a soothing sauna bath, hot, yet so refreshing, so cleansing....
Totally engrossed in the sensuous rumblings deep within the confines of her overflowing channel, she suddenly realized that his rigid penis was quickly losing its wonderful hardness-and depriving her of the incestuous orgasm that she so desperately needed.
Hollow emptiness quickly replaced the turgid fullness in her quivering wet vagina and she wanted to scream with disappointment as the rapidly deflating penis started to slide out of her clasping passage with a lewd, moist, sucking sound. He was leaving her unsatisfied and she could hardly bear the agony of unfulfilled desire that racked her trembling naked body.
"Daddy," she whimpered helplessly to his unconscious sweating form. "Daddy, please wake up and finish ... please!"
But his total exhaustion would keep him soundly asleep for the next few hours while she sobbed quietly, holding his limp organ in her hand until she too found retreat in an exhausted peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The screen door creaked like a loud accusing burglar alarm and Ida froze where she stood, holding her breath and waiting for the faint footsteps that would clamber down the carpeted stairway to the back door of her house and catch her red-handed.
The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity, but no movement stirred from within the two-story colonial house. She listened without twitching a single aching muscle, and heard the cool morning breeze blowing a light glaze over the refreshening dew on the grass and rippling tenderly over her exhausted legs. Then slowly she inserted her secret house key in the door and opened it soundlessly.
Her bedroom was a scant few feet from the back door, and three long steps took her to the familiar safety of her private domain. Inside at last, she exhaled a long sigh of relief, then suddenly heard the ringing of three alarm clocks blaring through the early morning stillness of the house. Seven o'clock.
by some miracle she'd made it by only seconds, but now there was no time to waste and her clothes quickly flew off while she messed up her bed and pillow and grabbed her housecoat.
She heard padding feet coming down the hallway toward her door, and quickly opened it, feigning a rested yawn as her father greeted her with a cheerful grin.
"Good morning, sweetheart. You look tired-didn't you get enough sleep?"
"Oh, I got plenty of rest, Papa," she said forcing a smile.
"I hope so," he said and patted her shoulder. "Why don't you fix some coffee to wake us up and I'll get the morning paper."
"O.K." she answered, relieved that he was going to the front door and leaving her alone with her thoughts. She had fallen asleep in the terrifying dark bedroom at Shirley's, waking much later to the advancing glow of the dawning sun to find herself completely naked on the rumpled satin bedspread. Dressing quickly and quietly she had left the tormenting house and walked the ten blocks to her own home and entered only moments before.
Now she stood over an electric coffee pot trying to decide how she should tell her parents that she had been raped.
Walking home Ida had convinced herself that her father should be the one to tell first, but when she saw him standing in his checkered robe, his greying hair tangled from sleep she couldn't even begin to find the right words.
How do you tell your father that your girlfriend's father and brother raped you, she thought. How do you soften the blow, and how in God's name do you tell him the whole story ... the party, Hank, the films ... everything? It would break his heart, yet she wanted to let him know that she was an innocent victim of foolish immature emotions that had led her to believe she had been in love with Hank Campbell-that's where it all began, but how could she tell him.
It all seemed like a horrible nightmare, but the dry soreness in her aching crotch told her that it had all been real. She was a victim of circumstance, of society, of passion-but none of these could relive the lost hours of yesterday for her and change one second of the horror she had faced.
She was a victim, and at the same time, a very guilty party-guilty of self-abuse in the darkened bedroom after Rod had left her, and guilty of enjoying the two brutal rapes, not to mention her voyeurism, conditioned by marijuana-another guilt-her sensuous responses to another couple copulating on a movie screen. Too much! Just too much guilt for one victim to erase and still plead for mercy.
What could she do? Nothing-the only answer-nothing that wouldn't hurt her parents and family, herself-nothing. There was no punishment worthy of the Thompson family's crimes, certainly not from Ida's viewpoint; and there was no punishment for the evil lies that Hank had told her for more than two months, trying to make her think he loved her. God, she prayed silently. How could I have been so stupid?
"Look who's here," Ida's father chimed from behind her. "We've got a guest for breakfast."
Hank!
"Aren't you going to say good morning?" he asked, trying not to look at the liquid hate that flared in her eyes.
"Good morning"-without feeling.
"What's the matter?" her father asked, genuinely concerned. "You two have a fight?"
"Oh nothing, really," Hank grinned at him and winked. "Just a little misunderstanding that we can iron out without any sweat."
"Well, that's good-by the way, Ida, look what was propped inside the screen door," he said holding a small eight-millimeter film cannister for her inspection.
No connection clicked in her mind and she asked absently, "I wonder where it came from."
"Dunno," her father answered. "But I'm going to take it to the studio and run it through a projector-after you fix us a big breakfast, of course. Make it ham and eggs and I'll leave you two alone to talk while I get your mother out of bed and dressed."
His slippered feet slapped up the stairs, leaving a pregnant silence in the kitchen as Ida tried to prepare breakfast, completely ignoring Hank as he sipped a cup of coffee at the counter.
"Ida, I've got to talk to you," he said softly to her.
"We've got nothing to talk about."
"Look, you've got to understand-those films-I knew nothing about them until Rod told me he had taken the pictures, and for some reason-I don't know what-I didn't make him give me the pictures. Honest, you've got to believe me. I had no idea he was going to show them to the fraternity."
"So what!" she turned and glared at him. "If you really loved me, you never would have let him get away with it. You're too selfish, thinking only about what Hank Campbell can get out of anyone or anything, to ever care enough about me or anyone else!"
"That's not so, Ida-don't cry, baby ... "
"I'm not your baby, and I'll cry if I want to," she hissed and wiped her tiny tears with a napkin. 'You've said enough, so finish your coffee and get out of here."
His head hung like a shamed child's and he whispered with regretful resignation, "O.K. I just thought I might be able to make you understand, but I can see it's no use. There's only one more thing."
"What's that?"
"The film cannister your father found on the porch-I saw Rod Thompson put it there when I drove up the street. I didn't know what it was until I got to the door and your father opened the screen to let me in. I'm afraid you've had it unless you can get the film away from him."
He stared at her terrified eyes and waited for the tears to stream over her cheeks, but none came. "Thank you," she said quietly, dismissing him from her immediate presence and from her life with the soft words, then walked to her room and began to pack two suitcases with the barest essentials.
"Ida!" her father called from the hallway an hour later. "Whatever happened to our breakfast
"I'm sorry, Papa," she answered through the closed door, afraid to see his face one last time. "I don't feel well."
"I'm sorry, baby. You just get some rest and your mother and I will eat out on the way to the studio."
"Goodbye, Papa," she called to him and covered her mouth to stifle the racking sob that rose in her chest.
In a short time he would see the horrible film, and nothing she could do or say would ever convince him that she was anything less than a cheap whore. It would break his heart-she was the favorite of his four children-but it was hopeless for her to try to reinstate herself in the family after he and her mother saw the horrid obscene movies. There was nothing to do but leave her home and no one would ever learn of her nightmarish orgy of sex and pot-recorded for history on film.
"Goddamnit!" came her father's thunderous voice as she heard his pounding footsteps re-enter the house.
Her face froze in fear as she spun around to face him. "Wh ... what is it?"
"The damned hoodlums in this town! They broke into my car, right in my own driveway! Stole everything and even snatched my hub caps. The glove compartment's empty, my registration and all my papers are gone."
She looked at his hands, then saw that nothing was tucked under his arm either. Her eyes lit up.
"And the film cannister too!" he shouted. "I put it on the back seat and it's gone too! I better call the police."
Ida smiled. She knew who had ransacked the car. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. But she'd tell him that personally the next time she saw him. And she no longer had the problem of who to tell about it all first, her mother or her father.
