Pictures danced through Susan's mind as she sat there. Wild and vivid pictures. Her eyes grew large and an inner glow lit her face with a joyous light. The imagined pressures, soft and gentle, of male-scented flesh made her senses reel.
There was a deeply gratifying pleasure of sexual relief building, climbing up her thighs, settling in to the pit of her stomach. Daydreams of being lordly fucked by some gallant knight in some fairy-tale garden, his manicured, noble hands playing between her legs while she enthusiastically sucked at his royal lips. In tones of tender endearment, he would be whispering in her ear. The girl's lips bowed in a serene smile, delighting in the sweet torment of just thinking about it. How it could be. How it should be. The two of them giving in to the lustful appetites of their flesh.
Susan slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts weren't on the screen, but on her date for that night. Bert, a big, handsome boy, was going to be a senior when school started again. (But, sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) She'd only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, whose steady boyfriend had brought Bert along. And wow!
Susan stretched out and yawned, running her fingers, feline like, through her long silken blond hair, blissfully thinking of his strong, muscular arms and how they'd held her in the backseat of Jason's old car, of how he'd kissed her so hard her toes had curled, of how he'd tried to put his hand on her breasts, under her sweater, and of how, when she hadn't allowed him to, he'd attempted to slide his hand up her naked thigh and under her skirt.
It made her quiver all over again with excitement, strange awakening tinglings of budding womanhood pervading her belly, breasts, and vagina. Bert made her feel so alive, so much like a woman, even though she was in her teens. Or was it him, her mind cautioned, or just her own chemistry changing as she matured. Was it time, she asked herself, like her girlfriend Nancy had told her once? One day you're a child, and the next you're ready for sex and every-thing. She didn't know, but she figured that the important thing was having the feeling of being alive and generating a tingling heat every time she thought about sex and Bert.
She moved her legs so that they were straight out in front of her, arching slightly, and then she stiffened her back and yawned. In only one more hour...
She was a beautiful young girl, much like her mother, with an upturned, freckle-splattered nose, and her ice-blue eyes were more cat-like and devilish than distant, as many blue eyes can be. Her budding young breasts were two small firm cylinders, tapering from their swollen moorings to cherry-nippled crests, and they bobbed invitingly as she moved in the chair, for she wore nothing more than a thin bra and sheer, almost see-through panties. The day had been hot, and she had been too comfort-able to worry about dressing for her date until the cool of the evening. The way she sat now, her eyes were drawn to the thin white nylon of her panties, and the way they creased in the thin dividing slit of her vaginal lips. She liked looking at it, studying the soft, pink curves and silky blond strands of pubic hair that curled out from around the elastic leg bands; she liked looking at it through her panties almost as much as she liked seeing it naked. For the last few months she had liked looking at her sensually awakening young cunt almost as much as she had enjoyed touching it.
She had learned the delightful way her fingers could arouse her, make her thrash and oscillate with delicious sensations. She had learned how to finger herself from Nancy-which was one reason why they were friends. She'd walked into Nancy's bedroom one night when she'd been sleeping overnight there, not wearing even as much as she was now, for she'd been taking a shower. Her nakedness had never given her a second thought. After all, they were both girls, and they'd seen each other in the flesh in the school locker room before, so why should it be different here? It had proven to be very different.
Nancy had been lying on her bed, her back against the headboard, and her hand had been between her legs rubbing her dark, sparse, curled pubic triangle as fast as she could. Her eyes had been shut, and she'd been moaning. Thinking she was in pain, Susan had run over to her and asked what was the matter. Nancy had told her to put her towel on the bed and lie down upon it beside her. And then, after the innocent Susan had done so, Nancy leaned forward and told her to spread her legs...
The thought of Nancy's cool fingers on her sensitive little pubic lips made Susan blush even now, for she knew instinctively that what they had done was wrong, though such things had never been discussed in her sex classes.
But, after a few moments, Susan hadn't wanted the strange scintillating feelings she'd been introduced to by Nancy to stop. Nancy and she had gotten together a lot after that, and Susan alone often fondled the soft little cunt valley between her legs. Not that she'd ever allowed the boys who dated her to finger her ... never.
She was determined to be a virgin when she married like her mother had, and any-thing past necking and fondling her breasts-and that only after quite a few dates-was strictly off limits. There'd been times after a drive-in movie or a hot party or like last week with Bert, when she'd cried her frustrations into her pillow, for she'd been aroused hotter than ever before. And then she'd had to use her forgers again for relief. She kept telling herself that in a few weeks a particular boy would no longer be important, and she would grow fond of an-other, and she couldn't give up her virginity for one that wouldn't last forever. She wasn't ready to settle down to truly fall in love-and so far she'd been right.
Of course, no boy had come along like Bert before. Susan knew instinctively that she'd have an awfully hard time keeping her moral resolutions intact with a "wow" guy like him.
There was a noise then, interrupting her train of thought, and Susan looked up to see the front door open and her mother enter. Carla West, thirty-five years old and widowed, staggered into the living room with a pile of grocery sacks. She was dressed in a light blouse and shorts, the long expanse of her tanned legs provocative against the white of the cloth. Her hair was askew, how-ever, and perspiration beaded her face, and it was obvious that she was tired from the shopping she'd done. Still, there was a fresh, young beauty about her in spite of the fact that she had a teenaged daughter. She had firm, taut breasts, a trim, flat stomach without the slightest stretch mark to interrupt the silken smoothness of her skin, and the same kind of pouty, sensual face as Susan's.
"There's another bundle in the car," Carla said. "I'd ask you to get it, but I can see you're not dressed." She eyed her daughter's bare, sunbrowned body with disapproval.
"Aw, Mom," Susan objected. "I was just resting like this."
"Resting to do what? Strip-tease for the neighbors?"
"I've got more on now than when I'm wearing my bikini, for crying out loud."
"Listen, honey," her mother retorted waspishly. "I don't care if you run around the house completely naked. In fact you have a lovely body and it's enjoyable to look at, compared to most girl's figures. But a bikini is one thing, see-through panties and bra are another-especially when the curtains are open and everybody passing can see you."
"Oh," Susan said. "I forgot."
"Uh-huh." Carla sighed, exhausted and too uncomfortable to continue arguing, and sat down on the sofa to the right of her daughter. "What a mess at Goodermann's today. You'd think it was the Fourth of July or something. I'm bushed."
"I'll get dressed," Susan offered, "and get the other sack of groceries for you."
"No, no," Carla replied wearily. "No need. I'll get a second wind in a little bit."
"I have to get dressed anyway," Susan said, rising from her chair. "I mean, it's almost time for Bert to get here."
"Bert? Oh, yes, Bert, the boy you were with last week. You're going out with him again tonight?"
"The four of us. Jason-that's Nancy's boyfriend-doesn't have his car running, so we're all using Bert's. Last week Bert's was broken."
"Where were you today?"
"At the park. Me and Nancy, we swam in the pool there. But it was awful crowded, you know? And it sort of smelled from everybody." She wrinkled her nose with disgust. "It wasn't very nice."
"I worry about you," her mother started to complain. "Out all day, gone most of the nights ... I don't know what to do at times."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm a big girl now."
"You're the only one left now, the only one. Some women who've lost their husbands don't try to be both parents to their children, never care where they are or who they're with, but I do."
"You want me to put away the groceries, then?" Susan asked, knowing what happened when her mother got wound up on the maudlin subject of just-the-two-of-them.
"I've got so many troubles, I don't even sleep any more."
"Sure you do," Susan said. "Don't take so many pills, that's all. They're not good for you." She didn't mention the pints of brandy that her mother kept by her bedside. "But honestly, Mom, you've got nothing to worry about."
Nothing a good man wouldn't cure, Susan thought. Her mother was a very lovely woman, with a good figure and svelte, smoothly tapered legs, and she should have somebody to replace the father and husband who had been missing for six years now. It wasn't right that her mother should deny herself the love and passion of a man, not right at all-but Susan knew better than to bring up that subject. The few times she had done so in the past, her head had been chopped off, for her mother considered such talk sinful. Her mother was definitely a product of her mother's Victorian generation.
"Well, if you must leave me alone, you must." Carla sighed. "You know that I'm tired and need you to help me."
"I'll be in early, mother, and help tomorrow. You'll be all right this evening, won't you?" Sure she will, Susan thought. Nothing the matter with her except neglect. That's why all the aches and pains; she's looking for sympathy and interest-why, the doctor as much as told me that when I saw him last. Neglect and disuse, that's all the matter with her, neglect of mind and body. Why can't she break down her old-fashioned ways and be the real woman that she is underneath those imaginary, black, ankle-length shirts and whalebone corsets...
"Oh, I realize I'm only being a selfish old lady," Carla said, smiling. "It's your time to be out and find your man. I've had my love. Now, better luck with yours."
"You haven't finished loving, mother," Susan said sharply. "You're only thirty-five, and a beautiful thirty-five at that!"
"I know. I have you, dearest child."
"That's not what I meant! I-ohhh, what's the use?" Susan turned and started across the room. "I have to get dressed now, Mom."
Carla looked at her beautiful offspring tenderly as the almost naked Susan padded barefoot into the hallway. She was slightly disturbed about her child, because Susan had almost spoken-and was no doubt thinking-what she herself hadn't dared to think at that young age. But she couldn't stay mad or upset for long, and she felt her-self warming with love and affection at the sight of the radiant, tanned body, the corn-silk hair fanning out behind the head, the way the conical young breasts beat with the rhythm of the heart, solid and not as large as her own, but then not fully developed yet, either. And Carla had to admire with pride her daughter's smooth, flat belly and cute navel and the gentle sloping of it down to her thighs, where she knew there was a down of softly curling pubic hair slightly thinner than her own-at the moment covered by merely a wisp of sheer nylon-and the pink petals of her still untouched young vagina. Her tight, almost boyish buttocks swayed gently as she walked toward her bedroom, and her feet, small, with delicate toes...
Still, she couldn't help fearing that Susan was perhaps emerging into maturity faster than she should, and that she wasn't experiencing the joys of childhood. Was Susan growing up too fast? And then Carla laughed wryly, realizing that she was being foolish. She was over-protective, desperately clutching her child to her bosom be-cause that was all she had left. No husband, not since Arnold died, and there wouldn't be another, not as long as the memory of her one true love was still fresh and poignant in her mind. Six years ... but the telegram from the Army saying he'd been killed in an ammunitions accident could have arrived yesterday, for time had not dulled the pain she felt. No, Susan was of this generation, a world faster than her own. There was no cause to worry. Susan might not be the mental innocent that she had been at her age-but she was still as physically pure, of that Carla was sure.
With another long-drawn sigh, Carla West lifted herself out of her chair and began taking the groceries into the kitchen. They weren't going to put themselves away, that was for sure.
Susan had showered when she'd returned from the park, so her dressing consisted merely of putting on whatever outfit she chose to wear that evening. She stopped be-fore the mirror her bedroom, gazing with satisfaction at the voluptuously curved body her attractive mother and father had given her, and again studied the way her panties out-lined her slightly puffy, little cunt mound. She tugged the panties up with her fingers until the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks and the thin divide of her vaginal slit were tightly impressed into the soft nylon and she giggled with secret de-light. Then she slipped into a miniskirted top, the top of which covered her breasts but still gave the impression that she was naked underneath. A summer dress, befitting the heat, and good for getting a boy like Bert all hot and bothered. But she'd handle him, she thought to herself as she smoothed out the thin, light yellow material, and she'd stop his crude passes tonight, just as she had last week, and she was going to have loads of fun getting up to that point...
She began to comb her softly waving hair, and again she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the way the miniskirt clung to her buttocks and came more than half-way up her tanned thighs, forming slight creases in front where her legs joined her hips. With sudden awareness, she realized that she could almost see the lips of her vagina. Was the top too daring for to-night? A forbidden thrill raced through her. Well, she'd soon know!
There was a sudden, shrill blast of a horn, and the rumm-rumm! of a car engine being gassed. Bert was here! And early at that!
She shoved her feet into a pair of scuffed loafers and ran out of her room. "Mom!" she called, "I'm going now!"
"Aren't you going to give your mother a kiss?" Carla asked from the kitchen.
"Sure," Susan said, and hurried into the kitchen to peck her mother on the cheek. "Now, take care," she said.
"You take care, darling," Carla admonished.
"I will, and I'll be home early, like I said."
"Scat, before I change my mind," her mother said smiling.
Susan was gone quick as a wink, her exit a slammed front door and the squeal of tires on the pavement as Bert's car roared down the otherwise quiet, residential street.
Carla West went to their own car, a beat-up old station wagon, and took the last sack of groceries into the house and began putting the groceries away. She stared morosely at the stuff she'd bought. The silence of the house oppressed her for its emptiness. It was always thus when Susan wasn't home with her, and with the remembrance of Arnold and his death, the house seemed to be like a tomb to her, still as death and just as vacant.
She went into her own bedroom then, wanting to take a cooling bath and wondering if it would be worth the trouble after-wards to prepare the special steak she'd bought for Susan and herself-before she'd known that her daughter wouldn't be home to share it. A, tear welled up in one eye and she blinked it away rapidly as she slipped out of her shorts and blouse, putting them in the clothes hamper on her way into the bathroom. She placed the stopper in the tub and ran the water-lukewarm, the way she liked it on muggy summer days such as this one. As she waited for the tub to fill up, she looked at herself in a critically detached way, as a woman does when seeing how age has affected her.
Yet her mind still dwelt on her child. She was thinking how Susan would one day make a good wife for a man, and that no matter how lonely and sad she felt when her daughter left, it was selfish not to allow her to be with boys her own age. When the right man came along, Carla was certain that Susan would give of herself in her marital relations totally and completely, just as she herself had done with Arnold. As I may yet do again...
The thought of her own secret sexual de-sires' made Carla blush with shame, but as she gazed down at her own naked body, she had to admit that she still had much to offer a man. I've a good shape ... and if I'm lucky I'll be able to please another man with the same intensity and passion as I offered Arnold. Until then, I'll hold myself in re-serve, just as if I were a virgin again.
Her flaxen blond hair was longer than her daughter's, and she let it fall down experimentally over her shoulders to curl provocatively around the ruby nipples of her cream-white breasts. God, I still look very brazen and sensual that way. Then, shame-faced at her thoughts, she swept her hair back up again and raised her arms over her head, stretching her breasts and loins taut, in a classic nude pose. She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes scan the lovely smooth flesh of her torso, having to admire, after honest appraisal, the flat surface of her abdomen and the tiny dimple of her navel, then the soft fluffy hair of her pubic triangle, golden and very fine. She could see the pink lips of her vagina and the tip of her clitoris peeking shyly out from the soft puffy slit of her cunt with almost child-like innocence. Pirouetting lightly, she examined the dimpled roundness of her smooth, curving buttocks and the rippling muscles in the backs of her slim, tapered thighs.
Self-consciously, she wrenched her prurient thoughts away from her physical being and turned off the tap water. The tub was full now, and she stepped into it, feeling the soothing tepidness of the water banish the fetid heat of the day. She slowly sank down, relaxing, nearly contented at last as she lay with her head touching the rear lip of the porcelain. As usual in her moments of relaxation, she thought about Arnold.
Arnold had been a rangy man, lean, hard-muscled and tan, alive and virile every moment Carla had known him, and the love the two had shared had had the intensity of a forest fire. She hadn't cared that he'd been an underpaid salesman, unable to afford the finest of luxuries for her, or even that they'd had to scrimp and save for some of the necessities. She was proud of him, feasting on his sensuality and his animal eyes, his hands, his mouth, his penis. Why had he had to be called up? Why did the Army have to have one of their silly little alerts and make all of the Reserves come running, and then ... Carla stifled a small sob, thinking of what must have happened when the munitions explosion had taken her husband from her forever. No more Arnold, no more hands or mouth or eyes or that wonderful iron-hard, life-giving penis.
She fondly remembered the last night they'd made love, when in their innocence they'd thought it was only going to be a parting of a few days or weeks-and even then the pain had been acute. Arnold had been naked, as she had been, and he had straddled her thighs on the same bed that was now only a few feet on the other side of the bathroom door. He'd kissed her as his excitedly erect cock had rubbed against her quivering, wetly aching pussy. She'd spread her legs for him, her desire building .
Carla lay in the water, shocked at her thoughts-and yet, she couldn't help shutting her eyes and dreaming of his virile, hard penis. Holding her breath, she felt a strange series of small involuntary sensations of arousal churning through her loins as she allowed the lewd images to filter hazily through her mind.
His buttocks moved so that his penis would slide up and down in the trembling little valley of her slowly moistening cunt, and then her fingers reached out and touched it, teasing the stretched foreskin back and forth, making him groan with a delight similar to her own from the warm, pulsating sensations he was building up down between her thighs.
It was as if Carla could feel it happening all over again. She opened her eyes and looked at her breasts and saw the nipples were turgid, jutting up from the gently floating globes of her breasts like mountain peaks on lonely Pacific atolls. A tender aching began between her legs, in spite of the revulsion she felt at what she was thinking. She moved her hand from the side of the tub, her guilt slightly assauged by the knowledge that she was completely alone with her sinful reveries, her stomach alive with tiny fluttering shocks as exciting images poured through her body. She moved her hand because she couldn't control it and touched her breasts, the contact of her fingers intensifying the throbbing in her vagina. Her entire being quivered in the warmth of the bath water.
Arnold was once more on top of her naked body, only lower now, his breath hot in her ear, his sensuously throbbing cock just in-side the warm, straining lips of her vaginal opening. She was straining harder toward him, her inner thighs and buttocks rigid as he slipped the tip of his blood-swollen penis inside her cunt, her womb dilating open wider so that she could take his full length in all the way, deep ... deep inside her aching belly.
A wave of rising shame made Carla momentarily halt in her fantasizing, but there was no use deluding herself. She was aroused, highly aroused, and she was alone. If only Arnold were there for her to love, for she needed release badly-desperately. It was wrong, it was sick, and yet, oh God ... She continued to massage her breasts as she slowly capitulated to the physical urgency which was surging like a tidal wave of desire through her belly and loins. Only the reassuring knowledge that she was alone and the waves of her remembered embraces with Arnold that night so long ago blotted out the guilt of masturbation.
"Yes, darling ... take me ... take me..." Arnold's fevered whispers reverberated through the brain of the hotly writhing young woman. She could feel his nakedness upon hers once again, pressing her breasts flat and crushing the breath from her as his cock wormed forcefully up into her waiting cunt. "Milk me, darling ... ohhhh!"
Carla arched her back, straining her hips up off the tub bottom, her stomach and the moisture-drenched curls of her pubic mound coming out of the water. She braced her body by pressing the soles of her feet against the sides, lifting her leg and hooking it over the outer rim. She cupped the creamy, naked globes of her breasts in her long slim fingers, kneading their hardening flesh and causing lewd whirlpools of soaring passion to seethe deep inside her belly, as her eyes were drawn to the now open, fluted edges of her trembling cunt down between her legs. She couldn't ... she mustn't...
They were moving together now, harder and faster with increasingly savage stroking and pumpings, building to an explosion of ecstasy. She felt herself grow taut, her desperately straining cunt lips locked hotly around his lunging penis, like tiny hungry lips around a lollypop.
She couldn't stand it any longer. Her right hand dropped between her wide-splayed thighs, and she squirmed her middle finger into the soft, moist flesh, the generated passions so very soft, so very wonderful. She manipulated the hairline and outer lips until she felt them swell with blood, and her clitoris tingled as her index finger came into searing contact with it. She gasped in total abandonment and de-light as she thrashed the bath water and squeezed her breast, her hand rubbing across her sensitively aroused cunt faster and faster. Nothing existed for her in that moment except her delirious dream of her lover, as her mind and body raced to mutual climaxes.
Arnold pumped furiously over her, his lust-hardened shaft fucking in and out demoniacally, and his tongue was deep, deep in her mouth. Then he raised back and cried out his orgasm, the blunt cockhead of his penis raining molten jets of semen into her eagerly milking pussy, filling it with great searing spurts. She clasped his body to her, heaving her own buttocks up to meet him, . not wanting to lose a drop of his precious, life-giving liquid. And then ... she too was coming...
She was! Carla was there! She ground her hand in her pussy, up inside her wet, moistly pulsing channel, frothing the water around her. Her hips flailed as wave after wave of bursting release seized her like a disabled ship in a storm-tossed ocean. She stifled a cry of acute pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, making her sink back into the tub again. She lay there, not moving, her eyes tightly shut and her chest rising and falling spasmodically, as the image of her husband making love to her slowly faded away. She removed her hand from her vagina and let it drop into the water, the ever-present shame and guilt replacing her dreams.
She hung her head. The act she'd just performed would have caused her untold anguish had she caught her daughter doing the same. What was the matter with her? Were her years of self-denial so harsh that the mere thought of Arnold could cut her loose from sanity and decency? Was she so starved for sex that she had to resort to masturbation like some sex-crazed nymphomaniac? She flagellated herself for an-other minute with her self-abasement, and then stopped abruptly. No use torturing my-self over what's already been done, she thought. Can't go back and not do it now. Must be more disciplined in the future, watch my imagination and see that it doesn't run away from me as it did just now.
After another five minutes, during which she furiously scrubbed herself rosy clean, she felt better, a strange, warm satisfaction overtaking her as the aftermath of her climax made her glow with overall comfort and release. She stepped out of the tub, re-fusing to dwell on what she'd done, only thankful that nobody had seen her, and toweled herself dry.
She walked naked into her bedroom and began searching for something light and comfortable to wear, and even considered remaining nude for a moment, before the recollection of what she'd done in the tub while naked made her hastily abandon that idea. She wondered as she took out a clean pair of panties where it would lead if she continued to fondle herself into completion. But in the back of her mind was the dreaded truth she didn't want to face: she wouldn't be able to deny herself much longer the needed sex she had been so long without.
CHAPTER TWO
The late afternoon traffic was thick along Main Street, as a long string of out-of-towners slowly pushed their way through in opposing streams of weary cars. Mariposa wasn't large as suburban towns went, but it was on the old "main" road between the shore and booming, metropolitan Morrison. The road was not the designated tourist route; it was a scenic and pleasant meander in contrast to the ferocious Thruway nearby. Most of the drivers were broiling in a stew of irritable wives and irrascible children, sand pails and gritty feet, runny noses and sticky fingers, and would have given almost anything to have been on the Thruway instead and home that much sooner.
At one intersection, where Main met County Road, there was a large, low-framed, drive-in restaurant of cedar, stone, and glass. Outside was a circular parking area, with a porch extending out at one point for car service. There was also a patio, with small tables and chairs and umbrellas. Susan and Bert, together with Nancy and Jason, sat at one of these patio tables, after having spent the better part of an hour waiting for an empty space. The restaurant, Luigi's, was packed like a sardine can.
As it was, the service was still bad, but understandably so, and none of them harrassed the overworked waitress even good-naturedly. They laughed and kidded, ordering hamburgers and french fries and shakes, generally having a good time.
"How about some pie?" Jason asked after the hamburgers were finished. "They've got some great lemon meringue here."
"I'd love to, but I can't," Nancy said wistfully. She patted her waistline to show the reason why. Nancy Cannon was shorter than Susan, of Southern European heritage which showed in large flashing eyes of black crystal, ink-dark hair, and voluptuous rich-swelling breasts like melons and curving hips with softly swaying buttocks. She was wearing toreador pants that accentuated her lush young figure and were tight enough to be a second skin; Susan had been a little unnerved when she'd seen Nancy get out of the car at the restaurant, for the pants were so crotch-tight that the contours of her thin young pussy lips and mound were creased in a vertical line, obvious to all.
"Aw, go ahead, Nancy," Jason urged.
"I'll share it with you," Susan offered.
"Yeah, this is all baby fat," Bert said, grinning, and reached over to squeeze Nancy's shoulder. "In a couple of years it'll go away, and you'll miss the pie you never ate."
"I should live so long," Nancy said ruefully. "You've seen my mother?" A rhetorical question; they all had, and Mrs. Cannon was built along the lines of a beach ball.
"Naw, I'm not fooling you, Nancy. Here, this was me a few years ago." Bert took out his battered, leather billfold and opened it to a picture of a boy, the picture half obscured behind a foggy plastic window. "That was me, .I swear."
The handsome, muscular boy who sat next to Susan had not been as bad as Nancy's mother was, but almost. He had triple chins and was standing self-consciously holding up his pants, which had obviously been let out in the seams to accommodate all of his fat.
"Hey, you were cute, Bert," Nancy giggled, taking the photo from Susan. "A lover boy, all right."
"Yeah, well it all sort of dropped away when I started growing."
"And how much more growing do you think Nancy needs?" Jason asked with a smirk. "She grows any more, and Sophia Loren will be replaced, for God's sake. I mean, look at her jugs, man."
"Jason!" Nancy said in mock shock, and then she giggled again.
"You've got a point there," Bert said. "Or two."
"So what did you two cats have in mind for us tonight?" Susan asked, wanting to steer the subject away from lewdness.
"How about a motel?" Jason answered, snickering.
"That's subtle," Susan said. "No thanks."
"A motel," Nancy said, and giggled, nudging her boyfriend in the ribs. "You've got your nerve."
Susan wondered for a moment just how much nerve Jason had-or needed. He was loose-limbed and relaxed in his manner, like a good-natured sloth, with a heftier chest expansion than Bert, but without the overall coordination. He was simply pleas-ant and average, with an ordinary face whose only noticeable feature was the small eyes that were set too close together and had a habit of nervously shifting around as if Jason were looking for somebody. Not exactly a boy you'd throw yourself at, she thought. But she was sure, from what Nancy had taught her, and from what Nancy had said in sly hints, that Nancy was "experienced" in sex, and that her teacher had been Jason-that in the cruder terms of her high-school chums, Jason was "balling" Nancy every chance he could get. And Susan had her doubts that Nancy ever did anything to stop him much. Not that she'd ever asked Nancy; that would have been in bad taste!
"Well," Bert said, "we can't stay here all night. Besides, I could use a drink. What about you, Susan?"
"I-" the teenager hesitated.
"What's the matter?" Bert asked, frowning. "You do drink, don't you?"
"Well ... sure. Sure I do." She was bluffing, and hoped that the others wouldn't catch on. She was afraid that she might be letting herself in for more than she could handle, saying she did more than she really did, for anything over an occasional glass of wine gave her the woozies. But she didn't want to do anything which might make Bert think less of her, not now, not when this was her chance to snare a big prize like him. He was really "in," and she couldn't afford to be childish about it.
"Good," Jason said. "I could go for a couple of beers myself on a warm night like this."
"But ... where shall we go?" Nancy asked, not worried about the drinking at all. "I mean, we can't just go anywhere, you know."
"How about a movie?" Bert suggested. "The drive-in."
"Naw," Jason said. "Who wants to see Monster from Atomic Atoll?" He waved his hand disparagingly. "Strictly for kids."
"Well, who says we'll be watching?" Bert said with a grin.
"I don't want to go anyway," Susan said. "Horror movies scare me."
"Awww," Jason said in a mock pout. "Awww, is little Susan-woosan all frightened of a little old monster? Awww-"
"Cut it out," Bert said sharply. "Listen to me. How'd you all like to see some real movies? I mean some hot ones!"
"Hot ones?" Nancy asked, puzzled.
"Sure, sexy ones!"
"Not around here, you won't. Last one that showed a bathing suit was closed up by the police, remember?" Jason snickered. "Only ones I can think of are the ones your-" He stopped, and a wolfish smile spread across his features. "Say, speaking of that, where's your dad tonight, Bert?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you. The old man's at some business meeting up in the City, see, and Mom's gone to see her sister and won't be back until tomorrow. We've got the whole house to ourselves."
"Yeah..." Jason breathed excitedly. "Yeah, that sounds great."
"What are you two talking about?" Nancy demanded.
"Look," Bert said to both girls. "My dad's got some films he bought in Europe. They're ... a little spicy, see. I mean, you know what they're doing in Denmark these days. So anyway, he got a new reel of film the other day, and I haven't seen it, but I imagine if it's like the others, it should be a kick. You game?"
"Couldn't be worse than those magazines you were showing me Wednesday night, Jason," Nancy giggled. "Sure, and free booze besides. I'm for it."
"What about you, Susan?"
Susan paused, not sure what she should do, irritated at her childish fears and still burning from the razzing Jason had given her about horror films.
"When your dad gets a Disney flick, we'll invite her," Jason said, laughing. "That's her speed, Bert."
"Listen, I may be younger than you," Susan said hotly to him, "but I'm not that much younger " She could almost bite her tongue off as the words poured out of her. She wanted to show them she was old enough, but yet-she'd heard about these kinds of films, about the nudity and things, but certainly they couldn't show every-thing! Or ... could they? A tingle of wicked excitement ran through her in spite of her reluctance. It would be sort of fun, and it wouldn't show anything she didn't already know about-not firsthand of course-or that she hadn't pictured while alone in her bed and playing with herself. Not want to? Suddenly she wanted to very much!
"Bert, let's see your dad's film. What the heck, a little piece of celluloid can't hurt anything."
"That's the spirit, baby," Bert said. "C'mon, let's go!"
Bert grinned at Susan constantly as the four of them drove to his house in his car. His cock swelled in his pants as he thought of what might-what could very easily-happen that evening if he played it smart. Yeah, lewd and obscene treats were in store for this innocent little virgin sitting next to him, and once she reached the stage of being too hot to resist, he was going to turn her every way but inside out! And she was a virgin, he could sense that. Just as a hound can smell possum. She leaned affectionately against his broad shoulder as he drove, and nuzzled him, and never knew the lascivious thoughts going on behind his mask of gentlemanly manners.
He'd have to take it slow, he knew. Slow and easy so he wouldn't scare her. First time's the big time, he realized, having plucked many a cherry in his day. The heavy car sped through the twilight toward the rendezvous with young Susan West's destiny, but the foursome inside acted as if this were just another normal night, an evening to laugh and joke and cut up...
The house was spacious, built in a Spanish style in one of the newer, more costly tract developments. It sported white stucco, "exposed beams," and iron railings, with a wide, well-landscaped lawn around it and a rock garden to one side. It was dark, as Bert had prophesied. Inside, down in the rumpus room, the four teenagers collected on two spacious leather couches which faced a large fireplace that was at the moment full of cold ash. The room was rustic in decor, with hanging lanterns, rough walls, and posters of Spanish bullfights and scenery. In one corner was a tufted leather-front bar, for which Bert made a beeline.
"All right, folks," he said heartily, "name your poison."
"You got beer?" Jason asked.
"Come to think of it, I believe we've got everything except beer. Tell you what, I'll mix up a little something I call a 'Tarantula.' I call it that because it leaves a furry taste in your mouth the morning after it bites you."
"What's in it?' Susan asked nervously.
"Ohhh ... a little rum, and a little brandy, and a little of this and that," he said, collecting bottles and glasses. "You'll like it, really. It doesn't taste like booze at all."
"I'll set up the projector," Jason said, and went to a large closet near. the stairs. The closet was actually a connecting corridor, with another door at the back which opened out into a private den that was strictly for Bert's father. Jason rolled out a large projector on a dolly, plugged it in, and then went back into the closet for the can of film and the screen.
"Is this the one?" he called out. "Says 'Lust Parade' on the label."
"That's the baby," Bert said. He was passing out drinks to the girls. Susan tasted her drink, and to her surprise, found it very refreshing! It was smooth, and reminded her of lemon soda more than anything else. She took another drink before she realized what she was doing, and then another...
Bert sat down on the couch next to Susan and put one arm around her so that she was close to him, and he let his hand drop down so that it brushed against her breast casually-almost accidentally. "Hey, baby," he crooned, "I really dig you, you know?" He felt Susan jump slightly as she heard him, and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his dangling hand once more against her palpitating breast.
Susan shivered in his embrace, and the alcohol seemed to effuse through her system. She pressed her thighs tightly together to control the peculiar tickle which was worming its way through the soft, sensitive flesh down between her thighs.
Bert pressed his attack, feeling the tiny, bud-like nipple of her breast harden under the thinness of her brassiere. Susan knew she was going to have to stop him soon before things got out of control; she squirmed, moving his fingers away without him noticing it. But her short skirt hiked up over her hips, exposing her thighs and the white crotch band of her panties. She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down again.
Bert laughed. "Leave it alone, baby, you've got nice legs. Don't hide what's there, because you got nothing there I don't know about!"
That brought a shriek of laughter from Nancy and more livid redness from Susan. The young girl felt hot, but not wanting to let Bert and the others think she was square, she didn't move her skirt, but quickly took an extra deep swallow of her drink. Bert leaned across, brushing against her body tauntingly, and refilled her glass from the pitcher on the coffee table in front of them.
"Film's threaded and ready to roll, C.B., " Jason said, sitting down beside Nancy on the other couch and picking up his glass. "Camera, action!" And he took a thirsty swallow of the waiting drink.
"In a momento," Bert said. He slid his hand from around Susan and stood up, walking over to the bar again and reaching underneath, to a shelf along one side. "Be-fore we begin the festival, let's make it a little better for all of us."
He brought up a tin that English cigarettes are often packed in, and brought it around to the others. "Here, each take one," he offered, opening the tin. Inside were hand-rolled cigarettes of a peculiar brownish texture. Susan had the sinking feeling she knew what the odd cigarettes were.
Marijuana!
"Light up," Bert went on to say, and pushed the tin in front of Susan. "Go on, baby, take one," he urged her.
Susan's mind was rife with indecision. She'd heard too many stories and lectures from adults, but she was just as afraid of looking like she was just a kid. She glanced at Nancy for support and guidance, and was shocked to see that her girlfriend was already lighting one up, eyes shut, completely oblivious to Susan's plight.
"What's the matter," Bert growled, "aren't you game?"
"I ... I never smoked one before," Susan blurted. She instantly wished she hadn't admitted that, for now she really sounded uncool. She wished she hadn't drunk all that concoction he'd made, for she wasn't thinking clearly and felt awfully warm, and there was a weight pressing down on her forehead and eyes.
"A little grass never hurt nobody," Jason scoffed.
"Yeah, don't worry about a thing," Nancy said, exhaling.
Don't worry ... She'd said the same thing to her mother only hours earlier, and here she was! Worried!
"Aw, I knew she was a baby all along," Jason sneered. "Take her home, Bert, so we can watch the film and enjoy it." Susan blanched under the direct punch of his con-tempt, and rebellious resentment welled up inside her, forcing her to take a cigarette and place it reluctantly between her lips. A child, was she! A baby!
"Let me light it for you," Bert said solicitously. "Once you're high, you'll feel things you've never felt before." He lit the cigarette, and trembling slightly, Susan drew in her first drag. She coughed.
"Oh, for God's sake," Jason said disgustedly.
"Let her alone," Nancy said. "She'll learn. Remember how I was the first time? Susan, hold the smoke down in your lungs. Try again, .and take it slow."
The second inhalation was easier, and the naive young girl held the sour-sweet smoke down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked around with a smile of triumph, only to see that the other three were obliviously smoking their own joints. She followed suit, and by the end of her cigarette, she. began to float.
"How you feeling now, baby?" Bert asked as he switched off the lights and flicked on the projector.
"like I'm on the moon!" Susan had never felt better in all her life; she was happy and carefree, without a worry in the world. She felt warm and close to everyone here, and she turned her blissful eyes to the screen.
The screen, which Jason setup in front of the fireplace, showed nothing but dancing white images as the first few feet of film rolled through the projector, prior to the actual movie.
A woman and a bedroom came into focus. The woman was a statuesque brunette, wearing a clinging black gown accentuating her body underneath. She slipped the gown slowly upwards, exposing slim, well-rounded legs, full thighs, and a pair of silken stockings which contrasted with her creamy smooth skin. Then the dress was over her head, and in nothing but her stockings, bra, and panties, the woman took the dress and carefully laid it over a chair. Then she bent forward and slowly, tantalizingly, unhooked her bra-Susan heard a sharp in-take of breath from the other couch at this point-and the full beauty of the woman's firm, proud breasts burst free. They stood high and beautifully formed; their quivering nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres. Almost naked now, she turned and bent over seductively and with her back to them, she drew the panties down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and then discarding them at her feet.
She stretched languidly and teasingly swung around to face the camera. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark triangle of her cunt below. She lay back on the bed, scissoring her legs open and closed to expose the thin slit of her vagina nestling in the soft dark hair of her pussy, and she twisted her buttocks against the bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. The camera was at her feet now, catching every detail of her sensual, slow build-up into sexual arousal.
Susan gasped with astonishment, for she had never expected anything like this! Especially to start a film! What could possibly happen next? She gulped nervously from her glass, and as she did so, Bert lit her another cigarette. Without thinking, she sucked in the drugging smoke, and she could feel herself become mentally detached, as if she were another person entirely. The heat and excitement of the room combined with the dope and alcohol to stimulate her, and she squirmed down against the cushion, sensing the round edge of it push her dress and panties tightly up into her vaginal crevice. She rubbed herself against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her vulva, her body rocking on it in an almost indiscernible rhythm in concert with the writhing ac-tress before her, and she could feel a wetness spreading between her thighs.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Nancy and Jason to make sure that they hadn't noticed her, but they were too engrossed in what they were doing. Nancy lay back against Jason, dragging heavily on another joint, and Jason had his hands all over her body. The top button of her pants was undone, with an inch or so of the zipper undone, and one of Jason's hands was inside there, clearly rummaging around between her thighs, his fingers clearly out-lined against the fabric of the toreador pants. His other hand was inside her blouse, and Nancy seemed unaware of either of his hands, for her mouth was hanging limply open in a strange intoxicated look as they dazedly watched the movie together.
Susan leaned back against Bert, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion which was pressed between her fevered thighs, and she found his hand waiting for her. Without thinking, she relaxed against it, making no protest when his fingers settled heavily on her left breast.
His arm feels good, she thought to herself. And it doesn't hurt anything, I guess....She looked back to the screen again, and became absorbed by the lewd perversions flickering in front of her drug-dulled eyes. She couldn't believe it!
The woman was running her hands over her body as though she were out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the vee of her soft, fleece-covered vagina. The contact of her fingers on her moistly open slit made her groan silently and rise slightly off the bed. She straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the mat-tress. Then, with a deeper groan so that Susan could almost hear it, it was so real, she let them fall widely apart, showing the moistly glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the vertical mouth like orifice up between her thighs opened hungrily. The half-moons ,of her firm rounded buttocks shone whitely, divided sensuously by the hot, softly spreading crevice between them, her tiny anus nestled, mysterious and inviting, be-low the swollen and gently pulsating lips of her open cunt.
Susan found herself sympathetically bound to the woman, her own cunt tingling with anticipation as she recalled the times she had had to touch herself down between her legs to relieve the burning itch inside her child-like womb. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and once again she grabbed her drink to try and quench the fluttering heat in her belly and loins; the alcohol, mixing with the marijuana, only intensified the fire inside her. She squirmed down on the sofa and she felt Bert's hands now groping at the straps of her top, unbuttoning them at the back. Before she could react, they were free and falling over the swollen slopes of her breasts. His hand slipped in-side, pulling the material free from her brassiere, and she stiffened, filled with both foreboding and excitement. She tried to pull his hand away, but her own fingers moved only as far as Bert's, and then fell back again, and she could only stare with glassy, drug-dimmed eyes at the movie and submit, thankful that in the darkness the boy's manipulations would not be seen by Nancy or her boyfriend Jason.
The woman on the screen, her mouth open wide in ecstasy, worked one finger, then two, into the glistening moistness of her cunt hole, and at the same time stroked the throbbing bud of her clitoris with her other hand, her face tightening as she masturbated in open capitulation to her burning desires, her alabaster skin wet and shining with perspiration, her dark brown pubic hair matted to her pink, fleshy vaginal lips as she strove for orgasm. Her driving fingers sunk deep up into her widely stretched opening, thrusting harder and harder, but they were not enough. Susan could see the woman's face clenching with frustration and purpose, eyes tight, teeth gritted, every sinew and muscle in her body spasming in her longing for release.
Susan fuzzily tried to convince herself that she still had control of herself in this situation, and that somehow she'd be able to stop the liquor and marijuana in her from overcoming her natural prudence. But her own face and body shone with the luster of sexual sweat, a trickle of which ran down between her breasts which her date was kneading and squeezing. She knew that she had to demand to go home, to shut off the movie at least, that she'd gone too far in allowing the boy to fondle her breasts-for now he was snaking his fingers up inside her thin brassiere, and there was nothing in the way of his probing fingers except whatever mental resistance she could muster. But she couldn't seem to move away or to make her body obey the warning bells in her mind. She squirmed down tighter into the seat as Bert's fingers caressed the soft underside of one whitely exposed mound; then his fingers and thumb were wickedly tweaking her already hardened nipple. Her breasts ached with swollen desire, and she felt tiny, unwanted throbs of telltale desire pulsing hotly in her belly and vagina, and she bit her lip to hold back any more of the lewdly forbidden sensations.
Bert's hand came to rest on her lap now, and though she tried to fight off his caresses by raising her knees, his fingers moved insinuatingly closer to her panty-covered crotch, kneading the softness of her naked thighs and legs which were exposed by the shortness of her miniskirt, while at the same time he caressed abandonedly the now exposed mounds of her throbbing breasts with his other hand. She sucked in her breath in ragged, fevered gasps at the crawling hand's insect like contact with her lower flesh, and guiltily she glanced over to the other couch.
The lewd sight she beheld made her freeze, and the dimly lit scene of Nancy and Jason together held her in perverted fascination. She felt as if she could reach out and touch Nancy, and that if she did, that Nancy would not notice; the girl's head was rolling back and forth with a trance-like limpness, her face contorted in the same way as the woman's on the screen. Jason's middle finger was disappearing rhythmically into the soft dark curls of her pubic hair. Nancy's legs spread slackly outwards to allow him full access to her naked young cunt. Her thin white nylon panties were stripped past her knees so that she could bend them outward. Susan thought that what she was actually witnessing live was worse then the movie. This was her own girlfriend she was watching being ... being finger fucked by a boy. Susan tried to blot out the spectacle, but couldn't, for the lasciviousness of it caused more strange little electric tingles to run deep in her belly and the seeping moisture in her cunt to increase. Her heart beat like a tom-tom, mesmerized as the boy on the other couch lewdly fingered the nakedly squirming pussy of the girl who was her very best friend.
God, surely they would go no further! She certainly couldn't allow Bert to go any further with her own body. But as his hotly searching hand pressed tighter and tighter against the mound of her own crotch, unable to slip lower because of her tightly clenched thighs, the pleasures he raised began to break down her will to resist, for it was so good, so wickedly good, and she turned her eyes once more to the movie while his fingers teased like tiny squirming snakes in the crevice of her skirt. She dully promised herself she would force him to stop if he tried more-but then came the terrible realization that should she make a scene, her breasts were completely naked and would be seen by Jason and Nancy if they looked up to see what the commotion was about. There was no more she could do except squirm down helplessly against the cushion and squeeze her legs together.
Susan tensed, and only Bert's firm grip kept her from bolting from the couch. "My God," she whispered.
She squirmed helplessly, with a blush of shame.
Susan groaned aloud, grinding her buttocks harder down into the cushion, and as she did so Bert's hand was suddenly up under her skirt and covering the crotch band of her desire-moistened panties. She quivered as her tender 'young cunt walls secreted more fluids of sexual excitement around his fingers, and in response Bert moved his fingers in circling, precise motions which made her vaginal area pulsate with ever-increasing desire. She was almost out of control with passion now, and didn't think she could stand another moment of his maddening tease of her barely covered genitals. She was ready to spread her legs like Nancy and allow his touch to quench the fires which raged through her hotly contracting cunt, and the marijuana and alcohol boiled through her veins, stroking the furnace of her arousal.
It was too much for the young, pot-drugged virgin to take! In a last-ditch at-tempt to stop the action, she desperately gasped: "No! No, Bert, don't touch me there! Please let me alone!"
"Why not, baby? You know you love it."
"I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl, Bert!" she whimpered.
"All girls are that kind of girl-if they're not in diapers." the boy sneered. "And baby, from what I can feel, you're not in diapers anymore."
"Nancy," she choked, knowing further argument with Bert would be useless. "Nancy, please ... please, we have to go home!"
Bert thought that was funny. "Are you joking? Look at your pussied girlfriend and tell me if she wants to leave here now."
The young teenage girl gasped with agony as she saw what was taking place on the other couch now. Jason, having brought Nancy to a whining pitch of raw nerves, had removed her panties entirely, and they lay along with her blouse and bra in a useless heap on the floor beneath her feet. Jason was straddling the girl's erotically heaving chest now, his greedily smiling face scarcely inches from her widespread cunt, and Nancy's mouth was open and her eyes were waxy nothings of drugged lust. As Susan watched, Jason pressed the flat plane of her stomach and massaged the outer flanges of her vaginal lips with his thumbs pressing outward to expose the moist pink slit of Nancy's pussy with its firm, erect little clitoris clearly in view just above the shadowed mouth of her cunt-a duplicate of what Susan had seen a moment before in the movie.
Beside Susan, Bert pressed a freshly lit brown cigarette to the young virginal girl's lips, and as she unhesitatingly drew the sweet, acrid smoke down into her lungs, the shock she had first experienced upon seeing what Jason and Nancy were doing was swept away. Her head lightened and she pulled on the joint thankfully, beginning at last to hazily enjoy the movie and the lewd seduction of her girlfriend on the couch beside her.
Bert wormed one finger underneath the crotch band of her panties-and softly grazed the moist, demanding flesh of her gently pulsating pussy. Susan tightened her inner cunt muscles against further invasion but only succeeded in making the teasing little shocks that much more acute. She held her breath for fear that some telltale sound would escape through her lips, while her very being trembled as he wormed his hand up under her flimsy panties ... and now she felt more fingers searching in her warm, pink vaginal lips and moist pubic hair, but she still couldn't pull her eyes from the couch, where Jason's head had dropped and his tongue now flicked teasingly at the open little cunt before his face. Nancy jerked at the hot fleshy contact and her legs clamped tightly around the boy's head in a vice-like grip as her hips began to slowly move up and down. Soft mewls of delight rolled from her clenched lips, and she was caught in a mindless, drugged fit of uncontrollable lust, nothing mattering except the nerve-tingling licking on her pussy.
"No ... no," Susan whimpered abjectly, and she somehow managed to turn her head away.
Susan's nerves were shattered, her brain whirled, and her body prickled with sexual heat. She knew deep in her mind that she had to run ... run right now if she were ever going to be free of the warping influences on her mind, but she couldn't resist the insistent hand on her helplessly throbbing cunt and the twin lewdnesses of that movie and what her girlfriend was allowing Jason to do to her body. It was too much for her innocent mind to bear!
"Jason is going to fuck Nancy and I'm going to fuck you!"
Susan West almost lost her mind at that moment, and a thin film of drug-inspired passion glazed over her eyes. She nearly fainted.
Something had to give!
CHAPTER THREE
Mortimore McDonald drove his Cadillac through Mariposa, pausing to consider stopping for dinner at Luigi's, and then decided not to. He'd be home soon, he figured, and could chew on some of the cold chicken Agnes had left in the refrigerator. Cold chicken-what an apt description for his wife, Mort thought with a smirk. Agnes had shriveled up into a puckered resemblance to a plucked chicken, her skin and temperament as crusty and brittle as the drumstick waiting for him a few miles away. But at least she could cook, he sighed, and she was a born housekeeper and society woman, which were assets he needed to get ahead in business, and he tolerated her also because of their son, Bert, and because he couldn't afford a breath of scandal, which a separation or divorce would bring.
Not that Agnes would ever divorce him, he groaned, stopping for a red light. No, the only way she would part from her secure little feathered nest would be if she caught him with another woman-which had been mighty close to happening a couple of times.
Mort McDonald was sharply dressed in the latest style, a natty robin's-egg blue suit with an Edwardian cut to it, and a darker blue shirt set off by a wide, gold-striped tie. He didn't look as if he'd spent the better part of the day and evening haggling with the other executives of Tempo Tooling and Die Company, trying to bend some of them around to his way of thinking. As Vice-President in Charge of Sales, he couldn't let the company manufacture the new gimmick that the developing group had dreamed up, seeing no market for a battery-run egg-beater. He'd fully expected to stay there all night, as the others had as well, but the squabble had been unexpectedly broken up by Throckington, the owner and president, who had tried the gadget and sliced his thumb. The project had been shelved immediately.
Mort McDonald was not one to let such a golden opportunity pass, not with his beady-eyed hawk of a wife always being suspicious as to where he was going and why. With time on his hands, he'd combed his salt-and-pepper hair, waxed his pencil thin moustache, and with the instincts of a predatory lion, gone on the prowl. But oddly, the women he'd been fucking in the past didn't interest him any more-the fun was in the chase, and he'd downed them so many times before that they'd become stale game-and his latest conquest, Dolores, couldn't see him because she was meeting some damned plane, which left McDonald no choice but to slum around a bit, and after buying too many drinks and listening to too many sad stories from bartenders about lousy business, he'd decided to go home and call his opportunity a bust.
That's the luck, he said to himself. When you're looking for it, none of it is ever around. At least; Agnes was at her sister's again-that:. sister who caught every disease known to mankind, every one of which was supposed to be her last one. He sighed, turning up his street, reliving his leisure hours spent in the pursuit of new flesh, new sensations, new adventures with women, and at that moment he'd taken on just about anything willing to take down her panties, so long as she hadn't taken them down for him before.
He was surprised to see his son Bert's car in the driveway, even more surprised to notice that while it was there, no lights were on in the house. He parked alongside the curb and got out, scratching his head in puzzlement. He knew that his son was a chip off the old block and that there was no telling what Bert might be up to-but no lights? He was about to unlock the front door and go in, when he reflected what he might be doing if he were a teenager again and his parents were away. A smile of amusement crossed his lips, a look of imperturbable amusement, much like a cat after having swallowed a canary caught with the feathers sticking out of its mouth.
McDonald walked around the side of the house to the garage entrance, unlocked it, and went in. It was pitch dark, but he knew his way around from past experience, and soon he was at the other side of the garage, the private door which was part closet, part entrance-way to the rumpus room. He glanced around after flipping the light on, saw the projector was not there, and then heard the whirring of its motor from the other side of the rumpus room door. He'd been right: his son was having at it with some local chick, probably fucking her toes off right at this moment.
McDonald crept to the door, listened intently for a moment more, and then slyly moved a piece of wood away from a special peephole he'd bored into the door, a large, almost face-sized hole which was covered on the other side by a mirror-a two-way glass mirror that had cost a small fortune but that had been well worth it. He could see in while nobody could see him, and he pressed his face to the glass eagerly, anticipating what he'd see...
Great Jesus! It was better than he'd hoped! He couldn't see the film, the door being on the same wall as the fireplace, but he already knew about the woman in it and wasn't interested in viewing her again. The light from the projector glowed around the four young kids on the two couches, and McDonald's eyes bulged at the lewd and perverted scene before him. Jesus, there was Bert, grabbing handfuls of tit and cunt from a lovely young teenaged girl squirming hotly in his clutches ... and there, on the other couch, it looked like Bert's friend Jason ... yes, it was, Jason sucking that other girl's cunt like it was food for a hungry baby! McDonald felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he watched their passion-wrecked bodies, and groaned with desire to be there with them himself. His own cock burgeoned into hardness with lust as the four kids struggled, and beads of sweat broke out on the father's face as he watched his son and the others being driven mad by their desires.
He had to do something, or he'd cream in his pants right then and there. Quickly, he dashed back into his study, opened a cup-board door and took out an expensive German camera. This he loaded with special fast-action night film that he'd used in the past for shots when the light was bad. He put on a zoom lens so that he could catch all the action and ran back to the two-way mirror. He held the camera up, sighting through the viewfinder.
"Yes," he said to himself. "That's a good picture." SNAP went the shutter. "Now, come on, son. Start fucking the crap out of her. All of you start flicking. Hot damn! To be taking photographs of four young high school kids fucking while they watch a fuck movie! Doesn't that take the cake!" And then he laughed, but not loudly or harshly, for he wanted nothing to spoil the picture he was getting ... getting...
Susan felt as if she weren't real. She wasn't certain any longer if the two writhing bodies on the other couch, the body on the screen, and Bert's body were figments of her imagination or not, for they seemed to swim so hazily around in her brain. Time and distance lost their reality, and her own flesh swayed in tune with the soft, pulsating squeezing of Bert's hands. "No ... no..." she murmured incoherently. "I ... want to go home, Bert. Please, I've had enough now."
But Bert continued to stroke and caress her breasts and thighs, teeth bared over straining lips in lewd mockery of her in-creasing helplessness. Susan spasmed, gurgling deep in her throat as she felt him slowly rolling her panties down over the whiteness of her thighs, ever so slowly, inch by inch, and she moaned out her humiliation as they fell to her knees, down her legs ... and. finally off onto the floor. "This is it, baby," Bert whispered hotly into her ear. "This is what it's all about. Right here, the four of us, fucking side by side."
The lewd words strangely, and against her will, excited Susan. She groaned in drugged surrender as he moved his hands back to her softly pulsating cunt, spreading her unresisting young thighs open to his greedily working fingers. Her muscles felt like rubber and she almost tumbled over, but the boy held her in an imprisoning grip and caressed her desire-heated flesh and blood-swollen vagina, then parted her thin blond pubic hair to open her tender young cunt-lips further for his coming invasion. Her eyes couldn't leave the screen except to look briefly at-what Nancy and Jason were doing. Then she'd groan and look back at the screen, transfixed by the overt obscenities taking place in the film.
Susan's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her own little pussy grew maddeningly, becoming more intense with each movement she watched and with each fingering Bert ravished her with. Unconsciously, marijuana and alcohol having sapped what little sanity she had left, she spread her legs wider and leaned back on the couch so that Bert could have full access to her cunt. Bert was mesmerized by the breathtaking loveliness of her young, blond virginity so obscenely displayed, the sleek nubile body of golden curls and soft contours, the thin, pink slit running down from the whiteness of her belly to the full length of her crotch below. He'd fucked a lot of girls, but never anything so pure, so innocent, so proud. The helpless, uncontrollable mewlings escaping from those barely touched lips goaded his cock to rock hardness, and he could feel blood pounding in its shaft and tiny drop-lets of seminal fluid oozing from its sensitive head.
Susan, transfixed by the woman on the screen, heard a wild, wailing moan from beside her and glanced again toward Nancy and Jason. She gasped as she saw Nancy with her legs bent clear back to her breasts, her whole vaginal area open to the warm night air, its pubic hair and pink flesh wetly matted from Jason's tonguing, and at the way Nancy flung her arms out, pleading for more, more ... more. For the first time in her life Susan saw a male penis in full erection, live and throbbing with need only a few feet away from her. It stood out from Jason's curly pubic hair, and she shuddered as it paused momentarily above her girlfriend's widespread vagina. He leaned forward, balancing on his elbows, and Nancy reached between their naked bodies to guide his penis between her eagerly quivering thighs. As he slid it into her cunt, Nancy moaned just as the woman on the screen had. She locked her bare feet around his buttocks and the two of them started a slow, rhythmic rocking motion, his thick, lust-hardened shaft sliding out several inches and then thrusting forward again into Nancy's burning hole. Susan was spellbound by the lewd sight! This was her friend! She had known that Nancy wasn't a virgin-or at least had surmised it-but nothing like this open candidness had ever occurred to her. Wild-eyed, she watched the tempo build, and the picture of the locked bodies drumming the couch cushions caused her to groan and rock on her own buttocks, spreading them open to the ever-increasing demands of Bert's hands. Her cunt opened and closed tormentedly around his fingers as they sawed into her virgin pussy, the cords of her neck standing out as she pulled with all of her strength to somehow control the enveloping flames of lust.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" the wildly aroused teenager moaned, and she rolled against Bert, and he moved around, forcing her to sprawl like a helplessly gasping doe at bay on the leather cushions. She was unable to stop the crazed course of his attentions, not knowing what she should do or say, and not even knowing at this point if she wanted them stopped! She couldn't believe what was happening to her, what had broken through every one of the searing commandments her mother had engraved upon her mind! Who was she to have made those silly vows about chastity only hours previously, and then to be twisting and undulating her naked body like a little slut beneath a boy she hardly knew, almost begging him to fuck her. She had to get hold of herself. She had to-and then Bert unzipped his pants and let her anguished eyes see his virile young penis and the last remnants of Susan's promises shattered into tiny unrecognizable pieces.
It was all Bert could do to keep from shoving his desire-bloated cock into her right then, impaling her the way he might a more experienced girl like Nancy, but the desire to be able to fuck this sweet young innocent anytime he wanted in the future made him slow his teasing slightly, to work her into a state where she would always want cock, more cock, all the time. He rolled on top of her, his rigid penis brushing against the dampness of her pubic hair, and planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, he could look down between their bodies and see her upturned little cuntal split completely exposed to his throbbing shaft, its narrow, hair-fringed little mouth throbbing in lewd invitation. Her smooth inner thighs were held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly outward against her helplessly splayed legs.
Susan could see the boy hovering over her through her passion and drug-filled eyes, and felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her excitedly quivering pussy lips. The jerking head of his pulsing cock was a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips up toward it automatically, her starving young pussy searching desperately for fulfillment.
Bert pushed forward...
"Oooooooh God." Susan groaned as the thin, blond hair-fringed furrow around her now hungrily throbbing vagina opened, and the elastic tightness of her hymen resisted. Bert flexed again, driving a little harder at the entrance to her virginity, and then gave a small surge, the cockhead buried in the clasping grip of her cunt acting like a battering ram against the thin, defensively resisting hymen. Suddenly, the flimsy membrane split, gave way before the cruel pressure, with a pain so harsh that Susan emitted a high-pitched scream; she felt the wound of her virginity gush blood. Bert liked that, liked the whole damned idea that he was fucking a cherry, and he shoved again, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way up into her until suddenly, with a low moaning grunt, he hit the tip of her vainly cringing cervix at the back of her vaginal tunnel.
The girl screwed her firm, rounded young buttocks down on the cushions in a futile attempt to escape the sudden impalement, her legs jerking wide, kicking hopelessly up in the air.
"Noooo! Eeeeeee! Berrrrrrtttttt! Oh, God, nooooo!" she whined, not caring who heard her so long as the pain which was burning deep up in her crowded entrails would stop, but Bert pinned her down with his body and arms, his hard young penis burrowing further and further up inside her belly with each additional fucking motion. Oh God, she thought hazily to herself, it was alive in her. The smooth rubbery tip pressed hotly against the thinly grasping folds Of her womb and was a part of her, and as her beautifully formed face contorted insanely with the agony of his tortuous stabbings and her tongue licked wildly at her slightly swollen lips, she defensively flexed her cuntal muscles to ease the cruelly searing pain. But her actions only incited the now triumphantly grinning boy more, and he rotated his penis eagerly around inside the vainly resisting passage while her cringing young pussy walls clasped it like a warm, butter-filled glove.
Then, magically, as he slowed his assault, and began a smooth, gentle flicking motion between her thighs, the pain began oddly to recede, giving way to an electric thrill which first started where the head of his cock was, and then worked its way relentlessly, teasingly, into every nerve fiber in her flesh, until it was sensuously, and with unwanted pleasure, rippling her cunt and contracting her belly and making the berry-like nipples of her breasts harden as never before.
"Ohhh," she whimpered through bared teeth, as frightened of the new sensation as she was of the old pain. Bert jerked again and with a thin, knowing smile on his lips, watched her mouth drop slackly open.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped as his pumping cock expanded and stretched her newly devirginated young' cunt still more. "Ohhhhhh, Bert! Oh, Bert, ohhhhhhhh!"
The boy felt the involuntary answering throbs of her cunt walls begin around the head of his penis, and her thinly bearded little pussy lips opening and closing in a slow, pulsating manner as she rotated her hips tentatively to match his slowly grinding pelvis. Susan felt as if her heart was imbedded deep up inside her cunt and she and Bert were one fleshy mass of sensation, wickedly pleasurable, merging magically with one another. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Ahhhhhh!"
The young boy initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her 'hotly steaming channel now, the full, hard shaft of his incited member sinking deeply up into her ravaged vagina. His shoulders pushed against her and kept her secured in a helpless doubled-over position, but it was unnecessary now, for the suddenly wildly aroused young Susan West was thrusting up against him, her heavings becoming more urgent and faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard together as she strained desperately to climax, the juices of her surrendered young vagina flowing madly and dribbling down between the crevice of her buttocks to pool with the tiny, already drying droplets of blood on the cushions below.
Goddamn, my son's fucking that hot little pussy good. Mort McDonald grinned proudly as he let the film click through his camera, catching Bert's hard young cock disappearing between the voluptuously writhing teenager's widespread thighs. An obscene thrill coursed through the father, and a half-cruel smile crossed his face as he wondered if there was some way that he could enter into the action and get a little of that hot young pussy he was photo-graphing. His mind spun with a hundred different plans as he soaked in the lewd sight of the twin teenage couples fucking almost side by side. He reached down and massaged his bloated cock, which was painfully hard and throbbing in the prison of his pants, and he could tell that his underpants were wet with the secretions of his excitement. The pain was so excruciating that he was forced to zip down his fly and allow the white cotton of his shorts to bulge out to their full limit. And still he kept his eyes glued to the viewfinder, capturing every erotic second of the lewdly inciting spectacle on celluloid.
Susan's feet kicked out again, but this time in pleasure, not in pain, a whirlwind of delirious sensations tearing through the girl as half-coherent cries of rising ecstasy tumbled ceaselessly from her open lips and she locked her ankles to Bert's legs and skewered her hot, moist pussy up the full length of the boy's virile young cock. Sweat poured from her, and her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his buttocks, trying to pull him in still deeper. She writhed in heat, and the hard young penis continued its powerful surging motions, her cunt hole stretched wide and becoming accustomed to it now. She let him fuck her as he willed, wanting to experience everything about sex now-especially what she'd heard about the climatic ejaculation when his white hot sperm would shoot up in her and mingle with her own orgasmic secretions.
"Ohhhh, yes, Bert," she chanted. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh..."
"Tell me better," he hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want!"
"Oh, Bert ... what are you doing to me? I never thought it could be so wonderful! Do it! Do it to met".
"Say it the right way!" he choked impatiently. "Tell me you like me fucking you!"
"Oooooooh God, I ... I like you fucking ... me!" she whispered, but then he levered in again, and she screamed out passionately: "Ohhh yesss! Fuck me like that! Fuck my hot little cunt!" She didn't care if her girlfriend Nancy and Jason heard her, not any more, not with the crazy potpourri of passion, desire, and lust running rampant through her greedily writhing body. She didn't care about any-thing or anybody-except for Bert's raging, surging young cock.
"I figured you'd like to get fucked all the time once you had your first taste of it," he gloated over her.
"Oh, yes. You can fuck me, fuck me. Bert, you can fuck me any time you want. Ohhh, this is so wonderful." She was willing to say anything so that he wouldn't stop the magnificent stroking of his hard cock into her newly awakened vagina. She was shocked to hear what her own traitorous lips were saying, but the only thing that mattered to her desire-maddened mind and body was to be fucked ... to be fucked and come, to reach that apex of ecstasy rising deep within her belly and loins.
"That's my hot little bitch," Bert crowed, and he surged forward still harder, enveloping her entire mind and body in pressing lusts of the flesh. She turned her face to one side so that she could suck in the hot air her aching lungs required, panting with sexual frenzy, catching in her fevered gaze the thick, pummeling cock of Jason, as it fused with her girlfriend Nancy's hungrily nimble cunt, sinking far into her, open vaginal lips as his balls bounced with a flat, rhythmic sound off her nakedly squirming buttocks. And the lascivious sight only spurred Susan on, for she felt a new kinship with her girlfriend and knew now what had made the difference between her and Nancy be-fore, and what a fool she'd been not to have allowed the fucking of a boy's cock be the bridge for her to cross the chasm between being a child and a woman.
"Fuck ... fuck me..." she moaned. Come ... come in me, Bert."
"I will. I will," Bert groaned in reply. "Fuck back harder, baby. I'm almost there. Fuck harder."
Susan obeyed mindlessly, for she was approaching orgasm as well, and her sweat-drenched body was more animal than human, twisting and contorting crazily under the boy's wildly driving penis as she spread her legs and pulled them back, bending them at the knees so that she could buck up against the battering force of his iron like cock harder and deeper. Her eyes whirled from Nancy and Jason back to the obscene movie, and she felt just as close to the unknown woman, as she did to her girlfriend, knowing as Bert fucked into her how that woman must feel with a heaving cock sliding into her from behind. The woman was a quivering mass of sweating, deranged flesh that begged for more subjugation on the bed, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of being screwed half to death before a movie camera. Susan watched in wicked fascination, feeling Bert growing harder up inside her and nearing her own climax.
Jesus, look at them go, McDonald thought in lascivious fascination as he watched the lithe, beautiful girls racing toward their own orgasms beneath the wildly fucking young boys. Look at those hot little teenage bitches go-especially that one my son is balling! His fingers continued to caress the stiffened cock inside his shorts until at last he yanked the material aside and, like a steel spring, his cock shot free. He kept his eyes to the camera, but his fingers continued to stroke the burning cock and he could feel the rising of his come in the base of his testicles. His whole fist wrapped around the hard pole of flesh, and he furiously pumped the rigid skin in time to the double fuckings his-and the camera's-eyes recorded.
"Come ... come..." Susan panted, her body ready to explode.
As if in answer, Jason on the other couch screamed out: "I'm there! Ohhh, Nancy! Here it comes!" A low banshee wail erupted from Nancy's lips and echoed through the rumpus room as their two bodies slapped fleshily together. Her nostrils flared as she pulled back her thighs until the whole of her dark, cock-filled vaginal slit was presented to Jason to batter and crush, while her stomach and breasts jerked spasmodically against his belly and chest. She held her breath, only to expel it a moment later as if she had been hit in the gut, and her body collapsed limply onto the cushions, her hungrily quivering cunt still locked tightly, around Jason's surging cock. All of her fevered climax had been caught by McDonald's lewd camera, and he beat off still harder at the carnal sight of the young boy's heated young come spurting from between the girl's hotly pulsing thighs. Now for my son and that other bitch to come ... this is too much to take.
And then Susan sensed the muscles of Bert's abdomen tighten against her flesh and she braced herself. Her first male come. The first time a boy would empty his balls into her belly. She knew in an instant of thought that it would not be her last time ... and then Bert's penis expanded, and she could feel that the whole tube which ran beneath the underside of his penis was bulging with white hot fluid. He moaned and hissed and then thick semen splashed deep inside her belly, causing her cunt walls to pulse in time to the rhythmically throbbing spurts as she shivered and blindly reacted.
"Oh, Bert ... oh, fill my belly ... ohhhhhhh." They, her cries were abruptly cut off as she arched her back and clenched her greedy young cunt lips hungrily around his cock as it erupted deep up inside her pussy and her own orgasmic juices flowed with his sperm and overflowed her eagerly milking channel, running down over her thighs and buttocks. She felt completely void of all normal emotions as the paralyzing orgasm covered her like a warm blanket, deadening her nerves and bones until she couldn't feel anything but one huge, miraculous joy. Her legs unwound from around him and dropped lifeless to his sides after her convulsive spasms had ceased, and Bert's cock trickled out the remainder of his come as she sighed dreamily, lost in the newly discovered world of sensuality. She could never return to her naive, virgin ways; but she had to admit that she didn't miss the physical proof of innocence, not now, not after she'd traded it for a better, . more enriching life.
Mort McDonald was entranced with every instant of his son's and the girl's climaxes, with seeing Bert's thin white semen seep from between her young, taut buttocks as they shuddered and jerked in tiny waves of slowly dying excitement. He felt as if his own penis was buried in that girl's tender young cunt, its bulbous head sliding to the back of the warm, throbbing tightness of her wet, hair-fringed ring of flesh, and then his prick suddenly shot out thin, quick streams of come as his imagination and his hand combined to allow him to enjoy the fiery sensations of climax. His pumping cock spewed heavy droplets upon the door, splattering against it and then rolling down in long, slow trails. In his mind, McDonald was shooting far into the softly yielding flesh of that blond-pussied teenager his son was enjoying. The wild ache in his loins eased momentarily, as McDonald choked back a gasping sob and fell to the floor, hardly able to hold onto the camera.
And at that moment he thought of a devilish scheme to get his way! Yes! And it would work well, if he knew his son as well as he thought he did.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day dawned as hot and muggily uncomfortable as the previous one. Evening brought little relief.
Carla West walked up and down the living room in nervous agitation. The doctor hadn't been able to find a thing wrong with her, and had had the nerve to tell her it was her imagination. That was the last time she'd go there, by God ... the gall of that old quack! And she'd been home now for hours, and there was no sign of Susan. Where was that girl anyway? She'd promised to stay home today, had promised to come home early last night, in fact-and what had happened? She'd come home at such a late hour, Carla hadn't even heard her, and she'd been sleeping like a log when Carla had had to go to that stupid doctor, and now she was gone, without even leaving a note or anything. The young mother held a glass of brandy in her hand, sipping it absently as she fumed, and finally in a huff of disappointment and disgust, she slumped down in an easy chair, feeling lost and morose. Her eyes blurred slightly with tears, and she brushed them away with the back of her hand.
Get a hold of yourself, she admonished. You're only feeling sorry for yourself, just like the doctor said, and that's no good. Do something. Read a book or turn on the television. But Carla didn't feel like doing either one. Take a walk. But she just didn't feel like going out. Well, do something! So she finished her drink and poured. herself another.
Crickets sawed a mournful dirge outside, and the grayness of a day gone by settled over the house. Carla sipped, liking the dull shadows, for they matched her mood. But she knew that this was no good. Her breathing was loud in her ears, loud in the room, and something had to be done before she cracked. She'd cut out the drinking and save herself for some attractive man who'd replace her lost Arnold, and she'd marry him. She needed a man, and Lord knew Susan needed a father to make a normal home and supply the necessary love and understanding an adolescent required. And direction and guidance so that she wouldn't make foolish mistakes that could kill her or ruin her life.
Tomorrow, she'd start, Carla promised herself. Tomorrow she'd have a real motherly chat with Susan and tell her that things were going to be different from now on, and that maybe her mother wasn't such a bad gal after all, and that she loved her daughter very, very much. She'd--
The doorbell interrupted her reverie, and Carla almost dropped the brandy from surprise. "Who ... who's there?"
"Mrs. West?" a husky, deep voice came through the door. "I'm Mr. McDonald. Bert's father. I'd like to speak to you, if I may."
"Of course." Carla hurried to the door and opened it to let Mr. McDonald in. He was tall, almost as tall as Arnold, and older but in a distinguished way. He was dressed casually in ,a lime green polo shirt and matching slacks, loafers were on his feet. He smiled at her, his moustache curling up in a friendly manner.
"What ... what is it? Is Susan all right? I mean-"
"Oh, yes," McDonald said with a chuckle. "Don't worry about the kids. I think they're at one of their friends' house, swimming or something." He waited as Carla shut the door and ushered him into the living room. "Fine place you have here, Mrs. West. Fine place." And a fine hunk of woman, too, he thought to himself. His penis lurched in his pants as he eyed appreciatively the lovely young mother of the girl his son had screwed silly last night. Just the sight of her, in her brief shorts and man-type shirt that was tied beneath her large, firm breasts with a knot, leaving the satiny, tanned belly exposed below, made him want to tear off his clothes and thrust his cock up between her smooth, satin like thighs without a moment's hesitation. But he knew that this was not the moment, that before the physical conquest of her obviously proud flesh had to come a stage of mental submission, a lessening of the barriers a stranger automatically erects to-wards another, but when the spirit of softness and acceptance had been reached...
"Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Mc-Donald?"
"Mort, please;" he said humbly.
"But I hardly think that-"
"Well, you see, that's why I'm here, Mrs. West. Or ... can I call you Carla?" The question was rhetorical; McDonald hurried on with his talk. "You see, my son and your daughter have become quite friendly, and I thought that under the circumstances it would be nice if the parents were at least acquainted. Susan's a fine girl,. Carla, one you should be proud of, and I don't think that Bert has ever been out with a nicer girl in all of his dating years."
"Why that's-"
"I can certainly see where her charm and beauty come from," McDonald interrupted her and continued, "She is certainly like her mother."
"Oh, Mr.-I mean, Mort," Carla said, brightening with the compliment. She patted her hair, feeling a little flustered. "Why, why thank you, that was very kind to say."
"I mean it, Carla." He smiled, with a faint touch of the Clark Gable look to him, Carla thought. And his voice was so warm and mellow, fitting his very respectable character. And he was so good-looking for an older man. McDonald pressed on his sugary at-tack. "I can't imagine why some lucky man hasn't snapped you up long ago. I heard about the tragic loss of your husband from Susan, and naturally I know how you feel." He looked properly saddened, and she nodded her head, a pang of memory about Arnold momentarily intruding. "Have you spoken much to Bert?" he asked.
"Why, no," Carla said. "After all, Susan's only been out with him twice. Three times, counting today." At least now she knew where she was. Well, she didn't have to worry, she guessed, not if Bert had such a nice father.
"Then you don't know much about us McDonalds," he said.
"Not a thing, I'm afraid."
"Exactly why I came," he said, beaming. Perfect-perfect. Now to add one more big lie to all the others I've been spreading so far. "You see, Carla, I'm like you. Alone. I'm a widower."
"Oh, Mort, how sad."
He sighed painfully, thinking of the fictitious death of his wife-and hoping that Agnes would kick the bucket in reality. "Yes, I've raised Bert alone for three years now. Cancer."
"How terrible." Some of her resistance melted as she looked at his sad, handsome face, and she said, "Would you like a drink?"
"That would be very kind, Carla. What-ever you're having."
"Brandy over brandy," Carla said lightly, and went to fetch another glass. Mc-Donald sat down, drumming his fingers along the back of the chair, gloating to him-self. How easy, how absolutely a push-over this young, lonely mother was going to be-just as Bert had hinted she'd be when they'd talked this morning. like daughter, like mother, all right, and Bert thought the idea of using the pictures was fantastic; he even helped develop them before coming over to take the little girl away for the day. Yeah, McDonald knew that Bert was probably banging away on the kid right now just like he was going to be fucking her mother in a little while. Well, all of the soft soap would soon be over; he'd gotten in an invitation to have a drink-now to make sure that the one drink turned into quite a few...
Carla returned and together they sat and talked, McDonald, telling a fabric of lies about his life as a widower. There was a gradual relaxation of Carla's natural defenses as she empathized with his plight, her own mind matching and dovetailing what he was telling her with her own sad loss of Arnold. She told him some about her marriage and the death of her husband, and that weakened her still more; she was putty in the hands of such a skilled manipulator, for inexorably he channelled the discussion to the intimate points of love and married 'life, sensing as he talked the subtle mood changes, knowing when to retreat and to advance, just as he could sense that he would eventually reach the moment when he'd produce a packet of pictures that would unlock the too long rusty doors to her pussy.
"I'm so glad you asked me to stay," he purred over the table. "It's so much nicer than sitting around all alone."
"Yes, isn't it?" Carla responded, sipping her brandy. Her mind was slightly confused by the suddenness of his presence in her home and life. She was still a little intimidated by him-so. masculine and handsome and magnetic, with some sort of musky pervasiveness that hit her with an animal at-traction she hadn't felt since Arnold had died. Even now, as they drank and talked in a most respectable and civilized manner, she couldn't help thinking of him in a detached way from the standpoint of a sex partner.
Sex! What a stupid thought! Still, it bothered her, and she had a hard time meeting his frankly brazen gaze, and she felt uneasy in an ethereal fashion, as if she were in danger. Which was a silly bother, for she was safe, and perfectly all right to be entertaining him alone in her house. The age when such things were considered naughty was of her own mother's Victorian age, not now. And Mort was the soul of discretion, but still the hint of something wrong, some-thing deliciously frightening stayed with her. She tried to put her finger on exactly what it was, but failed.
It had been two hours now, the time simply flying, and while too many drinks had been consumed, nothing else had happened. She shrugged off her apprehensions as she drained her glass again, determining to enjoy this man's company and stop being such a wet blanket, and chalked up the butterflies in her belly as being the result of too much brandy. What the heck, this was better than being along.
And the hypnotically talking McDonald caught the almost imperceptible relaxing of her reflexes and grinned in satisfaction to himself. This was what he'd been waiting for, had with consummate skill worked to-ward for the last boring few hours-and it was just about time to strike. He said suavely: "I could use another refill, Carla. How about you, hmmm?"
"No, not right now, Mort. I better not."
"Oh, come on. There's still a little left in the bottle, may as well kill it off."
"Mort, please, I've had a little too much as it is." Carla's eyes dimmed slightly from the slowly building effect the alcohol was having on her without her having realized it before.
"Carla," McDonald's eyes narrowed slightly as he lowered his gaze to the couch momentarily, "I think you had better go for one more. I've been putting it off as long as I could but I've got to get around to the real reason for my visit. And ... I'm afraid it isn't going to be very pleasant for either one of us."
"W-What do you mean, Mort," Carla stuttered, confused momentarily by his suddenly serious tone. "Y-you sound as though something were wrong."
"Yes, my dear," he grimaced. "Some-thing is wrong. And it involves the conduct of your daughter and her young girlfriend, Nancy."
"Well, for godsake, tell me," the young voluptuous woman demanded, lifting her glass automatically for the offered drink. "It can't be so. horrible. They're both nice young kids."
"I'm afraid, Carla," McDonald looked straight into her eyes now, "that they're not quite the innocent little things you seem to think they are. I caught them in a very compromising position with my son and a friend of his."
"Oh, Mort, surely a little innocent petting isn't going to upset you. After all, this younger generation is a lot more casual in their ways than we were during our time."
"I'm not talking about innocent little petting." His eyes dropped away again from Carla's as though he were having difficulty saying the words. "I'm talking about stripped-down, naked petting."
"A-About w-what?" The blood drained from the open-mouthed young woman, and she quickly raised the glass to her lips, draining the contents completely. "I-I'm sorry," she apologized. "I-I needed that."
"It's perfectly understandable. I think we both need it." He echoed her feeling by lifting his glass also and emptying it without pause.
Carla's head reeled from the combination of the alcohol and the sudden revelation about Susan. She just couldn't believe that Mort McDonald was telling the truth. He must be lying. Oh God, he must be.
But why, why would he make up such a story? It just didn't seem like him.
"Mort," her tone changed to one of motherly indignation. "I don't believe what you're saying. I've brought Susan up to be a nice girl, and I have no reason to ,doubt her just because you say so."
"I think you had better have another drink, Carla." McDonald shook his head slowly as though a great weight were on his shoulders. "I-I wanted to spare you this but ... I guess I'll have to show them to you."
"Show me what?" Carla asked hurriedly, a slight catch rising in her throat. "Surely you don't have any proof other than your word."
"I took some pictures," he admitted candidly.
"Y-you what?" the now visibly trembling young mother half-shrieked. "Of ... of Susan and your son?"
"Yes, I did," his seriousness changing slowly, almost imperceptibly to a thin, lewd grin. "I wanted to make certain the girls didn't cry rape afterwards and get the boys in trouble. Just a little precautionary measure."
"W-why that's the most despicable thing I've ever heard of," Carla retorted angrily. "I want you to get out of this house immediately, Mr. McDonald, and don't bother coming back again."
She rose from her seat, her face white and her body trembling from the horrible shock it had just received, but she immediately fell back again from the forgotten effects of the large quantity of alcohol she had consumed during the afternoon.
"There, there," McDonald smilingly con-soled. "No need to get all upset over the girls making out with the boys a little. As you said yourself, this young generation's way ahead of us."
"Mr. McDonald," the still trembling young woman demanded while at the same time fighting vainly against the alcohol daze spreading over her mind, "I asked you to leave!"
Bert's father's smile slowly faded and an unmistakable coldness flickered into his eyes causing the distraught Carla to freeze momentarily where she sat.
"Not until you see the pictures, every one of them, and get it clear in your mind that my boy wasn't the only one at fault. Your hot-pants'ed little daughter and her girlfriend were fucking like two turned-on minks."
"P-please don't use words like that," Carla groaned, knowing that she was helpless to do anything if what he said was true. "I'll look at the pictures, if-if you'll promise to go afterwards."
"No promises, Carla," he smiled again, this time with a slight suggestive leer on his lips. "Let's just play it by ear, shall we?"
She shook her head in abject assent, knowing full well she had absolutely no choice in the matter. "That's a good girl," McDonald purred. "Now get us another bottle and let's fortify ourselves for the pictures we've got to go through, shall we?"
Carla rose obediently to her feet and, staggering slightly, made her way to the kitchen shelf for another bottle. After which she sat down again and poured them an-other drink in complete silence. McDonald reached in his pocket and pulled out the small packet of pictures, a triumphant and satisfied little smile curling across his lips.
"Now let's get down to the nitty gritty," he said and moved next to Carla so that his leg pressed tightly against hers. She thought momentarily of moving, but her liquor-numbed mind passed the thought over immediately. She didn't want him to get angry again, and besides, she felt her-self capable of handling him if he tried to get too fresh with her.
"Here's the first little beauty," she dimly heard McDonald say, his breath heavy with excitement from looking at the dirty pictures with the helpless young mother of his son's hot little girlfriend.
"See, Bert's just going to ram his cock into her and she's got her legs spread wide open just waiting for it."
"Oh, God no!" Carla moaned, clasping her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming as the lewdly spread body of her daughter, Susan, passed before her eyes. Tears streamed helplessly down her cheeks. She could see the young girl's eyes tightly closed in rising. ecstasy as though she were actually wanting it to happen to her.
"And here's where my boy throws it to her good." McDonald hissed excitedly. "He really fucks her good."
"Please don't use those words, Mr. Mc-Donald," Carla almost screamed.
It was bad enough having to look at the pictures, but to hear him describe what was happening to her own precious little daughter in such lewd and obscene words sickened her.
"Don't call me, Mr. McDonald again," he snapped at her, "and I'll use any words I want to. If they're fucking, they're fucking, and there's no use calling it anything else."
Susan's mother sobbed helplessly and forced herself to look at the prints. She knew there was no other way out, so she might as well get it over with quickly.
"Look at her hot little pussy wrapped around Bert's cock in this one. Man, you can even see her cunt hairs, that zoom lens worked so well."
"Oh, God, Mort, please don't make me go on. Just give me the pictures so I can destroy them and I won't say another word."
"It ain't gonna be that easy, honey, if you know what I mean. I might need a little something to make it worth my while."
"Blackmail!" Carla cried out. "All right, I'll pay you somehow. I ... don't have much, but I'll do it. I have to do it. How much? How much do you want?"
"I don't want money from you, Carla." McDonald chuckled. "No, I think that there're better ways for you to pay the price for your daughter. Much better ways, don't you agree?"
The hapless mother groaned softly, her insides tied in convulsive knots, for she knew exactly what the man across from her had in mind now, knew that he meant her to submit her body to him and work off the debt her child had created, and the only question remaining was exactly what physical surrender on her part would satisfy him and make him agreeable.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked hesitantly.
"You're a smart young woman, Carla." McDonald stood up, his face beaming with lust, and she saw for the first time the full extent of his excitement and lecherous de-sire for her-the bulge of his hardened penis stretched the fabric of his pants almost to the bursting point, and a widening stain from his seminal emissions was plainly evident on the front, right where the throbbing head of his cock pressed against it. "I want you, baby," he grinned lewdly. "Watching Bert and your hot-cunted little daughter fucking last night got me damned hot, and I thought I'd lose my mind just taking those pictures. Now, my dear, it's going to be our turn, just you and me. And you'll love it."
"You ... you must be insane." she blurted.
McDonald laughed harshly. "We'll see who's insane in just a few moments."
Carla felt her lips twist into a harsh, cynical smile as the galling truth of her position flooded her mind. She was being forced into submitting to this handsome but bestial man in exchange for saving the reputation of her child. She would, for Susan's sake, for her own life was over and Susan's was just beginning, and there was nothing that she wouldn't have done to make Susan's future brighter and freer-even this. She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly de-grading sensation of young Bert McDonald's father's cock buried deep up in-side her defenseless vagina, for she was sure that that was what was going to take place. She would love it, he'd said. She knew she would almost die from the humiliation of it all.
McDonald read the symptoms and forced another glass of brandy into her trembling hands. "And tomorrow, you'll get the pictures. All of them, and nobody will be the wiser. Now, drink some more."
She felt the liquor sear her throat as it spilled into her stomach with a warming sensation that slowly began to spread through her chilled blood. The big man was sitting beside her now, and had his arm intimately pressed around her; she could smell the heavy scent of his male excitement and then his hand tightened, his fingers toying with the tender flesh of one large, heaving breast that was hidden beneath the thinness of her blouse.
"You ... you'd better give me another drink," she heard herself say, and then the brandy once more glowed in her belly. Maybe if she drank enough, it would be endurable ... dear God. She must force her-self to remember that all this was to save her daughter's future.
"Feeling better, Carla?" McDonald smiled lecherously, removing the glass from her hand and drawing her to him. The tormented young mother found courage from the burning alcohol coursing hotly through her bloodstream and pleaded: "Oh, no. Oh, Lord no, not here, Mort." She shuddered, looking around. "If anybody should come..."
McDonald, aware that little capitulations often help bring the final prize, murmured, "Fair enough. How about your bed-room?"
Still in a half comatose shock of disbelief, she reeled under the impact of his words. He was going to force her to make love on her own marital bed. Where she and Susan's father, Arnold, had so often and warmly embraced. Mort McDonald couldn't have hit upon a more despicable way of degrading her, truly crushing her slightest mental resistance ... but, closing her mind to the horrible reality of the situation, she arose and allowed McDonald to lead her down the hall to the bedroom of her and her former husband, beyond the pale now, unable to fight back.
"Now, let's see how you compare with your daughter, baby," McDonald grunted. "Strip off your clothes and get naked."
Her mind tried to formulate thoughts, but she struggled against them, wanting only a total blankness to blot out what was being done to her and by her. Obediently she slipped out of her shorts and blouse, then unhooked the thin bra she wore, threw it on top of the other clothes, and after a hesitant, shuddering second, sent her thin, white, lacy panties to join the pile. She watched in horrid fascination as McDonald stripped, frozen trance-like by horror as his thick, rigidly hard penis appeared, standing out from beneath his slight paunch like a heavy, blunt spear pointed at her. Then he grinned lewdly and began stroking his massive shaft back and forth to taunt her.
"like it, baby? Sure you do. You like cock, I know it." Carla couldn't speak, no sound coming from her fear-constricted throat, and her eyes dropped to his hard, fleshy penis against her will, and she knew that there was no turning back now. This cold, crude man was going to ravish her defenseless body no matter what she did or said, and she was completely at his mercy. And she was well aware that no mercy was in him to give, only a smoldering, all-consuming lust.
She stood before him, humiliatingly naked, and she almost lost her balance when she felt the sudden wet contact of his saliva-moistened lips pressed to the nude flesh of her globular, ivory breasts. Then, soft, blond pubic hair grazed his cheeks as he dropped to his knees before her, his breath coming in heavy labored gasps. He spread her pink, moist pussy lips outward with his thumbs and flicked a lizard like tongue into the sheath of the softly pulsating split. The beautiful, fear-crazed woman jumped at the electrifying assault on her vaginal area, and falling backwards, her knees buckled against the side of the bed, and she sprawled with a soul-searing moan on the coverlet, flat on her back, her thighs spreading wide, inadvertently, as she landed.
McDonald pounced on the bed and caught her by her ankles before she could close her legs. She struggled, but it was a one-sided battle, and then she relaxed, offering all of her defenseless hair-fringed cunt to his salacioud and gleaming eyes, knowing that she would have to give in eventually, and that there was nothing left now but the submission, her body a helpless toy to be used as lewdly as he wished.
"On ... your knees, baby," McDonald commanded, his licentious excitement aroused beyond belief by the mere sight of her voluptuous, naked body. Her milk-white skin, her erotic, pleasure-filled thighs, perfectly formed hips and legs, trembling, begging vaginal lips-never had McDonald seen such perfection in all his life! "Yes! Yes! Get down on your knees!" he husked impatiently.
"Why?" the bitterly humiliated mother moaned. "What ... what are you going to make me do?"
"You're going to suck my cock, Mrs. Highhat. You're going to take my cock in your mouth and lick it till it comes right down that pretty little throat of yours, you hear?"
"No! Oh, God, no, I ... can't do that!" Carla cried out pitifully. "It's sick! Degrading! I ... never even did that to my husband! Nooooo!"
McDonald's laugh reverberated gratingly through the tiny bedroom. "You will, my pet ... or else!"
And Carla sobbed out her total capitulation, knowing that he would be true to his word, that if she didn't take his penis in her mouth, she'd never get the pictures of her daughter back.
"Wrap those hot-lookin' lips around my cock, you fuckin' bitch. And do it now!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Carla felt-the weight of Bert McDonald's father sag the bed as he crawled toward her, felt warm hairy flesh straddle her upper body and settle down on it, and her heart almost stopped beating. Her head flailed from side to side in mute protest and revulsion, and she wanted to scream, to throw the man away from her-but she couldn't. She didn't dare refuse him, not with those lewd, perverted pictures of her daughter hanging in the balance.
She stared at his penis, which he was extending toward her, huge and blood-red, the tiny hole in its tip seeping seminal fluid, and the yellow light of the bedroom lamp fell across its full expanse, adding to its horrible fascination. The terrified young woman was sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as nothing more than a receptacle for the lewdly waiting sperm of this horrible beast, for she had told the truth in saying that she'd never allowed Arnold to suck her between her thighs or her to kiss his cock. She considered the acts as dirty and degrading, defiling the purity of love-making. And yet, to suck McDonald's cock now only accentuated the entrapment he had her in, was a fitting punishment for her humiliation and anguish and complete capitulation. She shuddered, but deep down she knew that she would suck his cock, and suck it just as hard and passionately as she could, until she had those damning photo-graphs safely in her possession, and could destroy the lurid threat to her daughter's future.
"Dammit, baby, I won't tell you again!" McDonald roared with contempt. "Suck my fucking cock, you little whore!" He couldn't wait any longer to take this lust-enticing woman, and he grabbed her harshly, lifting her head with the flat of his palm while with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand, he pinched her nose together so that she had to open her mouth to breath. He pressed the slick, smooth glans hard against her chin, moving upwards to tease it wetly along her lips. He thrust his buttocks for-ward, prodding the softness of her lips, grinningly waiting. She mumbled in terror and revulsion, but he wasn't to be denied. He increased the pressure and little by little her mouth gasped open and his broad, thick cock crushed through the moist lips and into the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She could feel it slither the full length of her tongue and fill her cheeks completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Carla closed her eyes, feeling numb to her agony, and in a trance-like state, she felt the pubic hairs at the base of McDonald's cock rub against her chin and lips. Then he started teasing his penis in and out of her mouth while his hands held her head in a vise like grip.
"Suck! Suck, baby, suck!" she heard him command harshly, and she did, her lips slowly nibbling subserviently at his thrusting hardness. and she coughed and sputtered until 'sloe' became accustomed to the alien invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was allowing to be done to her, but it was impossible not to. His testicles bounced loosely against her chin, and her nostrils were filled with the piquancy of his maleness, constant reminders of the subservient position he held her in.
She ran her tongue experimentally around and around the thickness of Mc-Donald's slowly pumping cock, flicking the tip into the tiny open slit at the head of his blunt shaft, feeling it swell and pulsate with excitement. She would show him, she drummed through her brandy-fogged brain. If this is what she had to do to save Susan, she would show him she could please; he wanted her to suck, then she'd suck. He had called her a whore, then a whore she would be, doing all the tricks a whore could do. Her tortured, drink-hazed mind droned on deliriously, the very haplessness of her situation excusing some of the weird, masochistic sensations which were beginning to flutter in her belly and loins.
"Stroke my balls!" McDonald rasped down at her lovely, cock-filled face. "Take them, but be gentle. And suck! Suck harder!"
Carla sucked and licked in earnest, and as she did, the lewd words pouring into her ears spurred her on, and a great shudder passed through her as she became enveloped in the exquisite madness of what she was abjectly doing. She cupped his bloated, semen-filled testicles and caressed them tenderly, still sucking demon like around and around the throbbing cockhead which was sliding in and out of her ovaled, tightly clasping mouth. She was totally subjugated, and could do nothing to even stop her own flesh from tingling in that unwanted way. The amount of saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming slightly sticky from the small emission of lubricating fluid-that seeped from the small hole she bathed with the tip of her tongue. In response, McDonald writhed and strained over her, his long, sensuous fingers curling tightly in her blond hair, using her mouth now as if it were another cunt. She could feel his penis stretch and expand until there wasn't any more room, and her repulsion of before gave way to the sickening realization that she was strangely beginning to enjoy what was happening.
The foaming passions which had been released from the self-enforced bondage of her husband's memory flowed through her blood and nerves like a giant holocaust-or a savage invasion of barbarians, ruining all which lay before them. Her mind reeled from the electric touch of her tongue on McDonald's cock and the pungent, not unpleasant taste of his male secretions, and she massaged the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while crooning mindlessly in rhythmic suckings, twirling her soft tongue maddeningly over and under. She opened her mouth wider in unconscious desire for more of his wonderful penis to be slid inside her butter-soft mouth, and she moved back and forth in a lewd mockery of the coital beat, causing McDonald to cry out in pure, unexpected pleasure.
She was unable to stop the mounting spiral of her own passions now, and the young mother's widely stretched lips slavered unashamedly, her hips grinding behind her in hungry desire and soft mewling sounds of animal passion escaping from around the thick cock embedded in her mouth. She was enjoying this deeply, her brain made her realize, and she was becoming a partner-in the action, participating rather than resisting. She thought fleetingly of her husband, but Arnold's face withered and faded like smoke waved away by a hand as the torrent of her long denied sexual desires billowed through her. Sweat rolled over her body in thick rivulets, rolling down from her fore-head to her tightly locked mouth to mingle obscenely with the juices of her saliva and his thin, excited secretions, so that McDonald's naked testicles, slamming hard against her chin on every forward thrust, slapped with a wet, sharp smack of flesh against flesh that seemed to fill the room with its loudness each and every time.
The tingling heat in her cunt became too much for Carla to bear, and she moved her left hand down under her, leaving her right hand bent at the elbow for support, her hand still softly squeezing the throbbing balls which hung and swung beneath his cock. She moved her left hand across her rippling belly and to her now wet, moistly alive cunt, and slipped her fingers through the curly, soft pubic hair, parting the thin, silken strands so she could rub the tiny, excitedly rising bud of her clitoris. Faster and faster she manipulated the tiny, quivering tip, feeling the rising storm of her excitement ... and then she slipped her fingers into her hungry, insatiably aroused vaginal hole, and her body was engulfed with fire as she strove wildly for her own release.
She sucked to satisfy ... to satisfy both of them now, not just the evil man abusing her. Her head bobbed up and around his lust-hardened cock like a starving child, the masochistic joy of being used like a dirty slut permeating her whole body, and she groaned soulfully around her tightly locked lips, knowing that at any second, he was going to pump his lewd sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation.
Then, spontaneously, a deep curse erupted from McDonald's throat, and he locked his hands hard around the back of her head, ramming-his cock into her mouth and sensing her wildly sucking lips drawing his desire-heated come voraciously from his nearly exploding balls. His cockhead erupted with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the delicious pun-gent liquid in a manner she'd never dreamed of, her cheeks bloating as she swallowed the gushes excitedly, clasping her lips even more tightly around his spurting penis so she wouldn't lose a single, wonderful drop of his hotly flooding sperm. It dribbled from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, snake-like motion to swipe the thin, viscous fluid hungrily back into her mouth. In the semidarkness, Mc-Donald could see her mouth and throat work as she willingly took everything he was pouring into her, and his face crumpled and wrinkled from the climatic pressure, his breath coming raggedly as if torn from him.
She wouldn't let go, her lips still nibbled, her cheeks still hollowed as she continued to suck insanely on his rapidly deflating cock, wailing as she did so, the sound of her fingers in her own pussy a rhythmically slap-ping sound of tormented frustration. She was seconds away from her own orgasm ... and she was still wild, an unleashed animal gone mad from all the years of her forced celibacy.
"Nooooo!" she sobbed. "Please, more! Wait for me!" as he fell back from her, his limp, now lifeless penis popping wetly from her mouth.
She rolled over, kicking her legs wide in the air, her own hands manipulating ineffectually the thin, hair-lined slit between her thighs. She ground her fingers into the splayed cunt channel, trying to reach the impossible depths that were so near, yet so far away.
McDonald panted, gasping for breath, greedily viewing the gasping, whimpering young woman, his face flushed and his eyes leering. His cock jerked. It had just come, but damned if that lewd, erotic sight before him didn't stir his blood anew! He'd never known such utter depravity, such total surrender to the desires of the flesh! It was enough to make a eunuch get a hard-on, by Christ! He fingered his penis, finding that it was growing into a straight, hard, throbbing ramrod again, just as if he'd not had sex in days, and with a cry of delight, he levered her unresisting legs up off the bed in a wide arc, pressing them harshly back against her breasts. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a bound maiden in sacrificial offering, and he poised himself over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles, his thick, rejuvenated cock aimed straight at her helpless, upturned vagina.
"Yes! Oh, yes, God, yes!" Carla moaned.
"I'm going to fuck you shitless now, Mrs. West!" he spat down at her. "Ram it right up to your hot-looking tits!"
Carla shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still hungrily fevered cunt, and the twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her liquor-confused mind. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks, the fire licking through her long, liquid pussy spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which she was being held. Through glazed, heavy-lidded eyes she looked up at the lewdly grinning nakedness of Mc-Donald, and then down at his rigid penis grazing the blood-swollen, wet lips of her eagerly expectant cunt. Unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her pulsing flesh, and suddenly nothing else mattered!
"Fuck me! You bastard! Go ahead and ram your cock just as fast and as hard as you can! Go on! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
McDonald needed no further encouragement. His heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, and his thick pole plunged into her waiting cunt hole like a battering log, pushing the unresisting, moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel, searching head.
Carla cried out at the brutal impalement, surprised by his cock's thickness. But it was only momentary pain. The greedy, moist walls gripped his hardened flesh, slithered up wetly to devour its length to the hilt, and she groaned in relief at the filling of her wide-stretched vaginal passage as he began a heavy, deep thrusting into her now voluntarily grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth opened in wild, abandoned ecstasy, and her orgasm didn't take long to explode within her, for she had been so close before. McDonald's expanding penis fucking up into her like a jack-hammer set her off like a roman candle.
"I-I'm commmminggg! Oh God, I'm coooming!" Her voice was shrill with passion. "Ahhhhgggggg!" Her hands closed greedily behind his driving buttocks, pulling him, in maniacal frenzy, deeper into her widespread crotch, and her come juice flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks and wetly flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight, puckered anus.
Spurred on by her twisting body, Mc-Donald fucked harder into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine out of control. Bright flashes filled the room as Carla grunted out her climax, and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm spurt deep up into her dilating womb. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful spurts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
The young mother's firm, sweat-drenched body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the bed as McDonald's grip on her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled as she felt the heavy weight lift from her and cool air rush over her sweat-soaked form. Then McDonald spoke in the distance as she floated on her cloud of release.
"You're not dead yet, Mrs. West," came the lewd voice, "and the night's still young. Give me a few minutes to rest, and then we'll see what other games we can play."
Carla shuddered, but in a deliciously tingling way. Yes, she wanted him again and again ... and no longer did she want to continue the worship of the dead. Her husband was buried at last, replaced by a love of sexual gratification. Yes, she wanted to be fucked again, and to hell with getting pictures back.
CHAPTER SIX
The morning, had arrived all too soon for Susan.
Her mother leaving the house woke her with a start. As the front door slammed, and the sound reverberated through her skull in a disjointed way, it was with difficulty that she remembered that her mother had an early appointment with the doctor; she couldn't recall what was the matter this time, for the ailments seemed to blend into one another to form one long plea for attention.
Susan lay still for a time, listening to the strangely silent house, and the softness of her drowsiness was slow to dissipate, like a fog on a cold, wet morning. She moved at last, only to feel excruciating pain. "Ohhh," she groaned aloud. "What ... what's wrong with me?" Her head was like a block of molten lead, and her muscles were tied into spasming knots of twitching torment, but then the pain lessened as she once more lay quiet. She had a hard time collecting her disordered thoughts and putting together the events that had happened to her to cause this horrid condition.
The drinking, the marijuana ... the capitulation of her aroused body to the mouth and hands and penis of Bert McDonald ... the obscene motion picture of the woman ... Bert and Jason naked, Nancy naked, herself naked ... the plunging cock of Bert's insatiable loins grinding around deep in her feverish, wide-splayed vagina, a vagina that up until that moment had been completely virginal....
The total impact of what had happened to her hit hard, and the traces of her sluggishness vanished. She shot upright, ignoring the spasming pain of her hangover, impervious to anything save the realization of her previous night's activities. "My God. No." Questions began to run through her head, spearing through the soft cotton that her mind seemed to be swaddled in, and she stumbled from the bed and lurched against the dresser, staring with stricken eyes into the mirror. "Oh, no," she moaned again thickly. "It must have been a dream."
Yet heavy lines marred the teenager's fresh, youthful face, and her eyes were sunk deeply in their black-rimmed sockets as though she'd aged to her mother's years overnight. She looked down at her naked body, nude and pink with sleep, and saw the masses of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her taut breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, full, red-nippled breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration of her pubic area with tentative fingerings proved to be exceedingly painful, and though she tried to feel between her blonde pubic curls and to the swollen inflamed lips of her well-fucked cunt, she couldn't. She had to grip the edge of the dresser because of the sharp ache that lanced from her pussy up through her belly.
"Oh, God, oh God," she mewled abjectly, and then forcing back tears of mortification, she backed to the bed and fell upon its warm covers. It had happened. She'd been drugged and then fucked to within an inch of her life ... not once, but many times during the balance of the evening, and when her eyes hadn't been shut with the ecstasy of the moment, she'd been staring greedily at her girlfriend being fucked by the other boy, Jason.
Oh, God, Nancy! Her own girlfriend! She had known exactly what would take place, and that Susan was a virgin. She'd done it on purpose! Oh, how she. hated Nancy! She'd never speak to her again as long as she lived! She was ruined by her! And then, as the first heat of her insensible rage passed, another moan came to the girl's lips as she realized that she herself had been drawn into the ravishment by her lewd arousal at the movie of that voluptuous woman being fucked. She'd been re-pulsed at first, but then had watched with fascination, her own unleashed passion permitting Bert to take posession of her helplessly aroused body. She was no better than Nancy or the boys, only newer at the games, for hadn't her own flesh bucked and twisted in its lustful search for fulfillment beneath her attacker? And hadn't she demanded insatiably that Bert McDonald fuck her again and again, even after the movie was over and the lights had been turned on? Yes, she had. She'd lain on the couch as naked and unashamed as Nancy, Bert's come still wetting her flesh and hair, and she'd cried out for him to come and fuck her.
Susan squeezed her eyes shut as the erotic recollections flooded through her. She felt so alone now, so helpless and alone. She couldn't go to her mother, for such a confession would kill her for sure, and she'd be branded the little whore that she rightfully was, and her mother would turn away in disgust, never love her again. Even though she was alone and without hope, she was thankful that this one morning her mother wasn't there to see her as she looked, battered and torn and miserable.
Her dream of being married in white, of a soft double bed in which her one true husband would tenderly teach her about sex was gone like the child's belief in Santa Claus. Bert's white male sperm is still lying deep in my stomach, she thought, looking down at herself once again, trying to feel the overwhelming sordidness and dirty anguish she believed should be part of her loss of virginity and dignity. But the more her mind dwelled on last night, the more she kept thinking about Bert teasing into her tender young pussy with his lust-hard penis, her breasts swollen and hurting from his trembling hands, and the way she'd willingly allowed him to do it to her over and over, the more she had to admit now that she wasn't entirely sick at heart. There were the agonies of, having to come to terms with herself in relation to her long-standing morals, but for all of the warnings and dire prophesies she'd been weaned on since birth, she had to concede in all honesty that she was still the same basic person she was before. Not at ease with herself, the way Nancy would be this morning-but then Nancy was more experienced in letting guys fuck her-the way she'd allowed Jason to take her panties down and fuck her right off the bat last night had left an indelible imprint on Susan's mind.
The fact that she wasn't as grief-stricken as she had assumed she should be, upset the young girl almost as much as what had happened. How could she lie here now and admit she'd liked it? But she had! She'd liked it plenty, and she must be some kind of pervert or juvenile delinquent for having, not true shame or guilt, but only an emptiness in her belly that was crying out for more. Her body had not only betrayed her, but was forcing her to want still more, and she sobbed helplessly over her dilemma.
In an hour or so Bert would be by to pick her up-that she was certain had been agreed upon last night-and she would have to make herself presentable. She rose again and padded naked to the bathroom like a robot, averting her puffed eyes from the soiled clothing she'd dumped in a pile when she'd undressed for bed. He'd be here, and then they'd go somewhere; she had a sickening feeling that neither he nor her body would allow her to say no to him. She couldn't refuse him when he came to the door of her house, or when his virile young cock was once more pressed hotly to the mouth of her cunt ... and that was all there was to it.
Susan sat in the front seat of Bert's Ford while he drove, the radio blaring out a new hit being broadcast by the local rock station. He bobbed his head in time with it, and Susan watched him with excited interest. All of her doubts had vanished when she'd climbed in beside him earlier, seeing his grin, and her pulse had quickened on the spot. She wasn't sorry that he'd fucked her-not sorry at all now-and she wanted his penis to fuck her again. And Bert had been so nice, talking about all sorts of things as they drove through the town. Yeah, she was part of it now, really in the groove, and no longer a little baby. God, this was really living!
"Hey, baby," he said. "Instead of my place how about us going over to Jason's? He's got this pool, see, and we can keep cool swimming and stuff. What do you say?"
"Gee, it sounds great, only..." She licked her lips.
"Only what?"
"Only I didn't bring a bathing suit. I mean, if you'd told me, I could have grabbed my bikini before I left my house, but I didn't, and I'm not planning to go in skinny-dipping today,"
Bert laughed good-naturedly. "Nobody expects you to, baby. But I didn't bring one, either. I plan to wear my underpants. What the hell, they're larger than my swimming trunks, and just as private." He shrugged. "Jason's parents won't be home, so it'll be just us-and after last night, it's sort of hard to be modest about what we look like, right?"
Susan blushed crimson, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes..." she had to admit, even though it caused her embarrassment to do so. She wasn't used to this kind of living yet, riot all of it. But she remembered telling her mother yesterday that her bra and panties covered her more than her bikini did-and if Bert was going in in his underpants, then she supposed she could and it certainly was a hot day! She felt a silly tingling in her thighs at the risque idea of swimming in her under things, and a little anticipatory shiver went up her spine at the thought of being so naughty in front of the boys. And if Nancy was in her bra and panties, it would be all right, she figured.
The home of Jason's parents was near the crest of a sloping, eucalyptus-bordered drive. It was constructed of heavy wood, with lots of glass and a flagstone facade, with a yard of bottlebrush and joshua trees. The heady scent of the Burmese honey-suckle which grew abundantly over the arbored porch filled the warm, balmy air as Bert stopped in the driveway. No sooner had he stopped the engine than Jason walked around the rear of the house on a crushed shell path. He was wearing a pair of tight yellow trunks, his large, hefty body glistening with a recent application of sun-tan oil.
Looking at Jason, Susan felt a small, reflexive shudder as she thought of him naked and aroused, as he had been last night, and the way he'd fucked her girlfriend on the couch beside them. She watched him as he approached the car, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard, bas-relief outline of his cock straining the thin material of the trunks. She averted her eyes, slightly embarrassed.
"Hey, good of you two to come," Jason said, smiling. "Come on around to the pool."
"Where's Nancy?" Susan asked as she walked beside Bert.
"She wasn't sure she could make it, to-day," Jason said. "Something about helping her mother around the house." He grinned at Susan. "Just us three for awhile. Think you're girl enough for two boys?"
"Only for one," she said quickly, hugging Bert's arm. "I'm saving all my loving for Bert." But Jason's casual words had chilled her slightly, and she wished that Nancy had been here, or that she would soon be along.
Around the path, there was a large patio fronting a green-tiled, square-shaped swimming pool with clear, still water. Three tall trees shaded it and the patio, and the back-yard was enclosed with tall fencing, blocking any neighbor's view of the yard. The patio contained several chairs and chaise lounges, and two white tables with barber-striped beach umbrellas over them.
"Now, why don't you two change, or at least get down to whatever you're planning to swim in," Jason said, "and I'll stir up some beer." He indicated an archway leading into the interior of the house proper. "Susan, if you feel prudish, there's the guest room in there. What about you Bert?"
"Here's as good as anywhere," Bert said, and he unbuckled his pants, sliding them down casually over his legs and feet. Susan went into the house, finding the guest room and the bath, feeling that, prudish or no, she just couldn't strip down out there in front of them, and last night be damned. She undressed, folding her clothes carefully, and looked down at her ready-made two-piece bathing suit. It fit her snugly, accentuating the firm, generous hills and valleys of her tanned young body, and she felt painfully vulnerable-as if somehow this was more wanton than being naked and fucking while it had been dark last night. But she decided that it wouldn't be right to constantly worry about being partially undressed and taking a deep breath, she re-turned to the patio.
Jason looked at her with critical appreciation, at her smooth, taut stomach and fine high breasts that were barely concealed in the narrow strip of her brassiere cups, and at her white, thin panties outlining her tight, slightly protruding pubic mound, revealing her full, rich thighs and tucking under her buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost totally nude. He emitted a long, low, wolf whistle. "Well, aren't you something, baby!"
She blushed under his frank examination. "Th-thank you, Jason," she replied in a flattered tone. "So's Nancy in a suit like this, you know."
"I know," he leered suggestively. "But I've already tried her on for size."
"Yeah," Bert said. "Can I pick them, or can I pick them?"
"You certainly can pick 'em, man!" Jason agreed ardently, the undeniable tone of his interest painfully apparent to Susan. "Here's a beer for you, baby," he said, handing her a frosty bottle. "And one for you, Bert." He laughed and sat down in one of the webbed chairs. "Drink hearty, for there's plenty more where those came from. Your refrigerator was out of beer, Bert, but mine isn't!"
Susan tasted hers expectantly. The beer was tart and refreshing, and she found that it really hit the spot, with the sun beating down as it was. They grouped around the table in their chairs and talked, Susan still ill at ease, the boys mainly discussing cars and other girls between themselves. Bert winked at Susan a few times, and Jason got up to get another round of beer. The beer began to take its toll-Susan hadn't even had breakfast-and she experienced a general loosening of her body, the tenseness leaving her and relaxation setting in. Some of her mental caution disappeared, and slowly she found herself entering more into the talking and joking. She finished her third bottle, and Jason quickly handed her another.
She giggled, looking at Bert as she thanked Jason, and she saw that her boyfriend's face was slightly flushed, and she figured that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the beer. But she didn't care, for she was now enjoying herself, feeling giddy and light-headed, almost care-free. Susan was no longer sorry about coming, not in the slightest, and Jason wasn't half as bad as she'd thought he'd been acting toward her, and Bert was still hand-some, urbane, and she liked him more and more.
Jason wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. "Whew! It's getting hotter, or is it just me?"
Bert grinned. "A little of both. Why don't we go for a swim?"
"Good idea." Jason stood, stretching, waited for Susan and Bert, and . then the three of them ran squealing and laughing to the pool and tumbled in, creating one large splash. They dove and swam, splashing water at one another and ducking heads, howling and giggling, and generally carrying on like water rats. The day passed quickly, a combination of drinking, swimming, and sunning on the tile rim, and whatever thoughts Susan might have had about the prudence of being in water-soaked, almost transparent panties and bra was forgotten. She even liked being so daring, and consciously strutted, pushing her breasts for-ward, knowing that her nipples could be seen through the material, and that her vaginal lips were contoured provocatively. Bert's shorts kept slipping, and a couple of times, she'd caught glimpses of his pubic hair, and his penis and testicles were blatantly exposed in the material, making her tingle with sexual excitement and desire....
Finally the evening came, and a cooling breeze started somewhere, wafting over the patio and pool. They had one last beer, and then Jason said: "Well, what say we move the party indoors for something to eat and leave the doors open."
"All right," Bert said. He rubbed his arms. "I've got a few goose bumps after all that water and hot sun."
Susan looked at herself critically. "Gee, I'm still soaking wet. I shouldn't go into the house, making marks on your rugs and things. Besides, I can't go home like this."
"Well, go take them off," Bert said.
"Bert!"
Jason laughed. "He means use the guest room, Susan, right?"
"Sure. Jason can give you a towel or something, and a few minutes out here will dry your bra and panties, and then you can dress. How's that?"
Susan cocked her eyebrow. "Walk around in a towel?"
"I'll bring you a washcloth, if you prefer." Jason said.
"No thanks" she giggled. "I'll take the biggest towel you've got."
"Susan," Jason said, "You'd be surprised how big a one I've got." It was all in fun, this teasing, yet at the same time Susan felt a certain sensation of excitement surge through her at the thought of parading around in front of Bert and her girlfriend's boyfriend in a skimpy towel. She sensed her face flushing and when Jason brought her a large fluffy beach towel from a hall closet, she took it quickly and hurried to the guest house.
In the bathroom, she stripped off her bra and panties, which were cold and wet against her skin, and she rubbed herself dry with the towel. She caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door, as she walked into the bedroom, and paused to study how she looked after one full day of being a non-virgin. The telltale haggardness was gone, she saw; the old lines and black rings around her eyes had disappeared-for it had been a lack of sleep, not her wild exhibition last night which had caused her wretched looks of this morning. No superfluous flesh; no blotched, bruised skin; and her body was still as captivating as ever, though it was now tinted a pinkish hue from the toweling. She padded barefoot to the bed and sat down to dry her feet, and the soft, silky hairs at the vee of her loins drew her attention. God, she was suddenly hot. It must have been all that beer, she thought; well, she could see that she'd have to keep to coffee later on.
The door opened gently, and she bolted to her feet, holding the towel in front of her. Jason stood there, unmoving, wearing only his yellow bathing suit.
"Jason!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" He grinned with excitement.
"Get out! If Bert caught you here, he'd kill you!"
"Naw, don't worry your pretty little head over Bert. He's busy in the living room." He chuckled lewdly. "So I thought I'd come to see if you're okay."
"I'm just fine! Now please! Leave me alone!"
He came toward her, shaking his head, and Susan saw the heavy bulge in the front of his suit was larger than ever, protuding in her direction like a sheathed sword.
"I'll scream ,for him!" she threatened weakly., "Go ahead, but it won't do you any good. The doors between here and the living room are all shut, and the walls of the house will block off anything you might yell. I know; it's been tried before."
A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of the girl's stomach, and before she could protest further, he was tugging the towel away from her and gathering her in' his arms, her naked flesh pressed tightly against him as he kissed her with fury, flattening his lips to hers brutally, forcing her back on the bed.
His hands began slowly to explore her almost defenseless body as they had Nancy's the previous night, and she thought crazily how he'd looked, naked and straining with his cock inside Nancy, sucking hungrily on one large, firm breast. No! Oh God, I can't think like this! she cried out in mental anguish, and struggled feebly as she felt his hands caress her aching breasts, and her nipples harden involuntarily. She whined, her worst but unsaid fears of the day confirmed.
"No. Get off of me, Jason! I ... I don't want to make love to you! Bert's the only one!"
He laughed with callous disregard. "Bert was the only one," he sneered. "And you'll like me, Susan, you'll see."
"Nooo, please!" she begged, but it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands prowled with insane intensity over her ribs and belly, brushing the velvety pubic hair until she prickled between her legs and squirmed still harder to break the unwanted attention. Still his fingers followed, splaying the tender lips of her almost virginal young cunt, his mouth hard upon hers, and she groaned against him, unable to stop the rising excitement his touch was .creating in her against her will.
"Jason ... oh, God, no, Jason!" she panted in his face. "You know this is wrong! You know it'll only be bad....Think of Nancy!"
"I'm only thinking of you, Susan," he hissed. "I've been thinking about you all day the way you've been throwing your tits and cunt at us out there. Jesus! A guy can stand only so much!"
Both of his hands were busy. One was working her nakedly exposed vaginal pas-sage, burrowing deeper and deeper with rapacious fingers, and she jerked and tossed, a soul-searing moan escaping from her chest as she arched her young body and rolled her head away from his lips, grinding her trembling white buttocks down into the mattress in a vain attempt to free herself. His other hand was tugging at his swim suit, and she heard him breathe harshly as he was able to slip the wet, gripping trunks down over his hips, releasing his hot, throbbing penis. His cock pressed into the smooth flesh of her hip, and its touch renewed her fright.
"No, no, no..." she chanted, gnashing her teeth. His penis slid down, closer to the pink, wet slit where his hand was spreading her wet throbbing cunt opening, but she was able to clamp her thighs together in protest, sucking in a gasp of hot air as his fingers, trapped in the hair-covered lips of her vagina, suddenly were all the more tantalizing. He flicked the tip of her clitoris, making it swell with arousal, and she found to her horror and dismay that her body was weakening, and she was starting to respond to him. Her cunt splayed wide, and her legs opened to his thrusting fingers.
"Ohhhh," she moaned piteously, trying to get a grip on her senses.
"I've got to fuck you, baby," he gasped frantically. "I've got to!"
He rose up then, readying his loins to thrust his penis deep into her cunt, and the sight of his long, hard cock menacingly concentrating against the softness of her tender naked thighs awakened her to the reality of her situation. Fear and loathing came back in a rush of furious rejection, even as her young pussy throbbed open of its own accord in pulsating acceptance.
"No!" she screamed, scrambling and clawing as hard as she could. "No, I won't let you, Jason! I won't!" Her sudden whirl-wind defense caught the boy off-guard, and he tumbled over, giving her the split-second she needed to gain her feet and run for the door. "Nooo! Help! Bert, help me!"
But Jason was not to be denied so easily. He lurched after her, catching her half-way to the door, and they fell to the carpet together, his weight forcing the air out of her lungs. She was now on her side, her firm, white, shimmering buttocks a quivering erotic spectacle that only urged the young man on more. He grasped her to him, sighing, "Ahhhhh!"
"Please, please don't!" Susan sobbed, and she tried to press her thighs together, attempting to hold him back by jackknifing her buttock cheeks away from him. But his erect young cock was wedged solidly in the crevice of her inner thighs, sliding wetly against her vaginal slit and its hair-fringed lips, adding its own fluids to the already moistly glowing skin beneath the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair.
He grabbed her in a bear hug, squeezing the breath from her, and then he sank triumphantly between her legs as she automatically straightened out her body from the pressure of his hold. His hardened cock imbedded itself against her pubic mound, all the way until their two loins were touching, pressing hotly against one another. Susan felt as though she were suffocating from his hug, and she felt his penis force itself against her closed vaginal slit and clitoris as it moved teasingly along the shallow valley of her cunt. Her unconscious mind tried to fight the twisting, grinding motions, but the stabs of delight and passion coming from his rotating cock were overpowering her, and her control slipped away as his lewd motions ignited the sexual spark within her. What had been started last night had only been banked today, and now the glowing embers burst into flame anew, making her flesh a seething furnace of lust all over again-and Jason's taunting cock was the fuel needed to make her burn, Her hips betrayed her, slowly moving in tiny circles, and once again, desire welled within her young and tender body, crying out hungrily to be fulfilled.
The thighs which had been pressed tightly together against the boy's invasion opened slightly, and she ground her one hip into the rug, lifting her other leg so that he could slip his penis along her rapidly moistening channel more easily and freely.
"Bend your leg," Jason ordered breathlessly. "Raise it and then hook your leg over my ass, so that I can get in there all the way."
"Nooo," she mewled, but her defiance had lost all conviction or strength. She struggled for a moment, then did as he told.
"Yeah....We're here, and we might as well fuck the way we are-sideways!" Jason held his hotly palpitating rod at the elastic opening of her cunt, and he watched with excitedly gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and throbbed with Susan's undesired passion. Then, he moved slowly for-ward, and let his cock slide gently into her pubic softness and against the warm, resilient folds of her vagina, feeling the expectantly waiting lips close hungrily over the rounded tip of his penis. He flexed, his buttocks, feeling all of the frustration he'd built up over the day as he surged into the warmly flooding grotto of the groaning girl's cunt. He gasped aloud through the silence of the guest room as he felt the tight, hot walls of her near virginal little pussy contract around his rock-hard length in a soothing, slippery embrace.
"Ohhhh, God!" Susan grunted, and she arched her loins to allow him to slip still more into her, for while she groaned from the fact that. she was hoplessly degrading herself by letting her boyfriend's best friend fuck her, she was actually desiring it! Her breath was hot and her lips opened and closed fish-like with the humiliation and shame-and above all, the passion-from her sudden, uncontrollable urge. She could feel Jason's penis grow inside her cunt, and she strained against him, her body a mass of electric tingles as they lay side by side on the carpet.
"Yeah, that's it! Ohhhh, that's it!" Jason chanted as he looked at his cock sliding in and out of the vertically clasping little mouth between her thighs, and the way the girl's rippling belly and hips followed his tempo. Susan responded, great waves of delicious feeling racing from her cunt, her mind an expanding balloon, threatening to burst into a thousand colored pieces.
Trance-like, lost in the reverie of her unlocked passions, Susan didn't hear the door open again and Bert McDonald walk in. He grinned at the sight before him, and his penis suddenly filled with heated blood, making the front of his underpants stick out like a tent. My God! Look at them go, will you? Shit, old Jason is really slamming the meat to her, and she's digging the hell out of it! The boy didn't waste much time in the lewd viewing of the two teenagers fucking on the floor, for he couldn't take much of the sight: his bulging eyes would end in him coming in his drawers! He had to join in, that's what ... just like he always did when he or Jason had a girl. Share and share a-like, and if it hadn't been for Susan's initiation last night, he and Jason would have switched then. Jesus, Nancy was one hell of a fuck, he knew that from many past times, but she wasn't as good as Susan! Susan was a born fucker! She had that innate ability some women are born with while others aren't. With quick, trembling fingers, he stripped off his already semen-stained shorts and padded over to where they were on the rug, and knelt down beside Jason, his testicles swinging gently below his buttocks, his penis aching with hard, solid erection.
"How is it, buddy?" he asked pleasantly.
"Jesus!" Jason looked up, then smiled. "You startled me." He never lost a stroke as he continued slamming into the lovely young girl's widely stretched cunt. "Damned fine, Bert. Damned fine!"
Shock waves of horror ripped through Susan as she looked up and stared at the naked, gloating form of her boyfriend. Oh no! She'd been discovered like this, letting his best friend do it to her! It was the end of everything; she'd never be able to explain! She struggled to break away, but as Jason rammed with ever-increasing speed his lust-hardened prick into her hungrily accepting cunt, she found that she could only grunt, that she was unable to free herself-either from him or her own bursting emotions.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot stuff," Bert said, and he stepped over them to squat again, this time in open admiration at the way her creamy smooth buttocks pumped back and forth in straining accompaniment to Jason's hammering penis. "Takes a little to get her going at first, but then when you do, look out!"
"Yeah, man!" Jason breathed huskily.
The first horror having faded, Susan realized as the two boys talked, that Bert wasn't angry, that ... that he actually sounded pleased that Jason was fucking her! She couldn't believe it, and with tormented eyes, she gazed up at her lover, only to see his penis erect and standing from him in obvious arousal!
"Bert ... please, it ... it wasn't my fault," she whimpered,' still unable to comprehend the attitude she knew he felt.
"Oh, I don't care if it was or not," he said offhand. "The important thing is that you're liking it, right?" And he grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. "I am. I'm going to join in, in fact. How'd you like that, huh? Two guys fucking you at the same time?"
Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing. Bert, the boy she'd given herself to-no! It wasn't right! He couldn't mean it! Not if what she'd sacrificed last night had any meaning at all, not if there was any saving grace to her actions! He was only frightening her, that's what it was, trying to make her feel worse about what she was doing with Jason ... for he wouldn't want to join in, not like an animal! She wanted to gag and cry out, but she couldn't. The rest of her body, still churning wildly from Jason's lashing cock, was betraying her entirely with the horribly wonderful sensations it was generating. Susan could only lie there, her legs quivering in the air, her buttocks and thighs heaving and throbbing against the boy's naked loins, feeling abject shame and mortification ripple over her.
"Don't say such things, Bert," she wailed. "Please ... it only makes it worse!"
"Uh-uh, baby," Bert said with a lewd chuckle. "It's going to make things better! We're all going to have fun, the three of us, and don't feel you're going to be left out on account you're the only girl here. Because you're going to get the ride of your life, Susan, the ride of your ever-loving life! I'm going to fuck you in your tight little ass-hole!"
"Noooooo!" the impaled young teenager cried out. "Oh God, not there ... pleeeese!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bert slipped down beside her, and pressing his thumbs outward, spread open the already widely' splayed crevice of her smoothly rounded young buttocks, ad-miring as he did so the wonderful, lust-building sight of his friend Jason's cock pumping in and out of her cunt, at the way the pink, wetly shining lips of flesh seemed to oval around the hard, battering shaft and swallow it hungrily into her hair-lined vagina. It was a close-up of supreme lewdness, and he ogled it excitedly, his own cock ready to split with the urgency of his passions. "Hot damn," he hissed, still mesmerized by the obscene view just inched from him. "Jason, you've got the second best cock in the world, I swear."
"I bet I can guess who you think's got the best," Jason cackled. "Tickle my balls, Bert, tickle my balls and I'll really show you some fireworks!"
"I've got better things to do," Bert snorted with amusement. He reached his hand around and between Susan's buttocks, and a river of warm, sex juices moistened his fingers; he rotated his fingers around her small, puckered anal ring, lubricating it as he pushed hard, feeling the sphincter muscle give reluctantly, and his finger pop softly up inside her rectal canal. Susan jerked forward on his lewdly invading finger, groaning out in pain.
"Agggggg!" she cried. "It hurts! Oh God, it hurts!" Tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face as the full realization that Bert was going to sodomize her overwhelmed her mind. This was the ultimate degradation, and she doubted she could live through the horrible ordeal ... to discover that she was considered no more than an object of their crazed young lust, to fuck every way possible, no matter how lewdly, and that her gift as a woman was to be considered no more than that. She cringed her nakedly exposed buttocks away from Bert, but it was useless, for her motion only skewered her further upon his friend's cock grinding into her open vagina, and ... ooooh God, the feeling was too good not to react to. She grunted slightly and arched back again, meeting Bert's mercilessly invading finger.
Bert felt the thin wall of membrane between ass-hole and cunt which separated his finger from the underside of Jason's penis. He wormed his digit further up into her tightly clenched back passage until his palm was flat against her soft, pliant ass-cheeks. She couldn't help but respond, moving her buttocks and thighs and opening her legs wider to give him greater access to the tiny cringing anus which he was pre-paring for the greater entry of his cock. She mumbled almost unintelligible words, her mouth contorted and her eyes rolling wildly in their sockets, spreading her legs as wide as she could to offer herself to the two boys. She squirmed in a lewd, pagan dance, feeling nausea and shame course through her from her own defeat.
"Goddamn, she's got a tight little ass-hole, Jason," Bert said pantingly. "I'm going to split it wide open when I get up inside it, you wait and see if I don't."
"Give it to her good, Bert!" Jason yelled back in encouragement.
As suddenly as he'd ground his finger into her anus, he pulled it back out, the elastic ring of her tiny cringing rectal lips clinging to it until it popped lewdly out with a slight sound. Then he forced himself down against her naked back until he was nuzzling her hair with his face, and his cock was rubbing around in the softly yielding crevice of her back side, sliding up and down, almost in her vagina, touching the underside of Jason's penis already buried deep up inside it. She moaned and shivered with apprehension.
"Hold her steady," Bert said. "She'll buck if you don't!"
Jason's hands dug into Susan's shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against his naked chest so that she couldn't move, while Bert grasped her vainly struggling hips with one hand, and guided his cock with his other. She felt the smooth rubbery head teasing hotly against her tiny puckered rectal entrance...
And then Bert pushed. She screamed out again in pain, but Bert only chuckled gleefully, and surged his penis deep up into the hotly clinging walls of her futilely clenched back passage. By God, he would give it to her as she'd never dreamed it was possible, and she would learn to love it-she was the type for that, he figured-and he jerked his loins again and drove his cock further in-side her still resisting anal orifice.
"Agggggggg!" Susan groaned, and she convulsed from the savage invasiop of her tortured ass-hole. Her ears caught the lewd grunts of pleasure from behind, and-she hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving Bert and her girlfriend's boyfriend, but she had to admit that she was totally shattered, her will to fight utterly gone.
Bert then began to fuck into her, mercilessly driving all of his great length up between her firm, full buttocks until his pelvis smacked into and flattened the smooth soft flesh of her helplessly trembling ass-cheeks hard against her hipbones. He moaned delightedly, and thrust again and again, while Susan undulated between the double fucking in a hopeless attempt to escape the all-consuming pain.
"I can't take it ... I can't take it any more. Oh God, I'll die!"
But as Bert continued to delve deeper and deeper, into her tightly stretched anus, she found that her widely stretched back pas-sage was widening to accept it, just as her cunt had last night after his first agonizing assault. Reflexively, defensively, the teenage girl ground salaciously back against his cock, then met Jason's forward thrusts with lunges that were at first vain attempts to escape-but then became some-thing more ... became, almost without her conscious knowledge, the thrusts of enjoyment, of a strange, weirdly soaring pleasure! With a reversal of emotion, the pain and terror and the humiliation faded from her suddenly greedily churning body, and was replaced by a more basic desire! She was aroused now! Aroused even more than she had been last night! Her rectal and vaginal walls seemed to have suction cups of their own then, sucking the two hardened penises voraciously up into them; the thin flesh between them the only wall separating their lust-hardened penises. And then, as if by a prearranged signal, Bert and Jason began to fuck her in unison, until only their blood-swollen cockheads remained imbedded inside her, Jason's held only by the inner lips of her insatiably feeding cunt, and Bert's held by the tight constriction of her sensation-flooded rectum. Then they plunged simultaneously, driving deep up in-side her, their stiffnesses pushing against each other along the dual passages of her hotly writhing loins.
"Oh God, more!" she groaned aloud. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! More! More!"
They gave her more, heaving and crashing into her with a pounding strength that made her think of the tidal waves against the ocean shore. Again and again they fucked into her in exquisite unison, their balls making harsh slapping sounds when they hit flesh, and the soft gushing sounds of fluid and lubricating seepages sluicing wetly around the pink little bridge of skin between her dually ravaged holes.
Delight flowed through Susan, sending her deliriously to another world, and she sensed that she was rapidly approaching her climax. She strove harder and harder, and pumped her buttocks and cunt wildly against the two boys.
Then, suddenly Bert began to howl be-hind her, and then Jason took up the cry, for it was time! The perfect harmony made Susan gasp, for she too grew wild with the rolling thunder of her orgasm. Her whole being seemed to drop to the depths of primeval, carnal emotion.
Jason shot his come deep into her pussy like some great rocket blasting into the black emptiness of space. He writhed his hips furiously while he felt the thinly bearded lips of her cunt working hungrily to milk the juice of his tremendous climax. In her rectum, Bert was spearing needle-thin jets of white-hot sperm from his heavily convulsing balls, filling her bowels with the enema of his young male sperm. Susan, her climax engulfing her, thrust her buttocks back on the superbly expanding cocks of her double lovers, her every muscle contracting as though she were having an epileptic fit, her anal sphincter closing around Bert's ejaculating penis like an angry fist, and her vaginal walls rippling like a tidal pool with a strong undertow. There was no time, no space-only the unbelievable pleasure of her orgasm as it struck again and again.
Gradually the two boys' cocks went limp, and they withdrew them from her, sliding away with deep sighs. "Jesus," Bert said, collapsing against Susan.
"Yeah," Jason managed. "Yeah, man!
Susan's firm, youthful body lay on the rug as if she were dead, only her churning belly showed the unleashed passions which had consumed her. Never had such joy existed, and shame and guilt held second place as she lazily let herself drift into a kind of lavender fog.
"I suppose ... you hate us, Susan," Bert said. "I mean, we were a little rough on you."
She smiled, and moved then, up on to her elbows so she could see the boys and then her naked self, spread out, with the matted remains of their sperm and her secretions glistening wetly on her pink vaginal lips. She looked down at her flooded and ravaged cunt triangle, wondering how on earth she'd ever lived without cocks before, thinking that she could no longer play at having misty notions of deep, uncarnal love, for she had rutted between two lust-incited boys like the worst slut of the streets, and she'd been possessed by it. She couldn't rationalize or excuse her actions, for while it was true the boys were stronger than she, and could have forced her-and to some extent had forced her-to submit to their lewd rape, she had burst into frenzied partner-ship and been at one with them. Her anus and cunt throbbed with a dull continuous ache, and her flesh still trembled and pulsed from her heated orgasm, but her mind held a warm, hazy glow of contentment. Slowly, painfully, she rose from the carpet.
"Are you kidding?" she said to Bert. "The only regret I've got is that it's over."
"Not for long, sweet-ass," Bert chuckled. He took his cock between his thumb and fingers and flipped it at her. "What goes down, always goes up again, That's McDonald's theory of physics."
"Yeah," Jason leered. "And with a pussy like yours, Susan, his rule soon becomes hard and fast. You're one of the best fucks I've ever had, let me tell you true."
Blushing from the obscene compliment, the girl stumbled into the bathroom. She sat down on the commode, spreading her thighs so that she could urinate, and as the thin yellow stream from between her legs hissed noisily into the bowl, she giggled at the lewd thought that it was like a colored ejaculation, and she was "coming" as if she had a penis and was inside a girl-like Jason or Bert had been inside her. She wiped herself, seeing the warm, white semen they'd spurted out on her pubic hair and flesh, and then she slowly ran her finger along the exposed valley of her pussy slit, looking for outward signs of damage.
Strange, she admitted, nobody would ever know that I'd been fucked half crazy just now ... unless they had been watching.
Her fingertips cooled her hot flesh and in spite of herself, she touched her clitoris and spread her legs wider, scooting down on the toilet seat slightly so that she could let her legs stretch out in front of her easily, and opened her pink, moist cunt in a tingling, gaping display. The blood rushed to her head as she began to run her finger in her coral-tinged vagina, feeling the moistness of her secretions and the sperm, slick around her fingers. She groaned and shut her eyes, leaning back so that she could better imagine the cocks sliding in and out of both of her hotly clasping little holes, and her fingers rubbed harder and faster, a wild tide of rising excitement racing through her. I must be sick ... something must be wrong with me. I can't help it....Ohhhh, it feels so good.
Then Bert was standing in the doorway, smirking as he watched her fingering her-self. She looked up guiltily and pulled her hand away from her moist, tingling pussy, but made no move to sit up or close her legs, getting a charge from how his eyes soaked up the lewd, salacious sight of her openly exposed pubic slit.
"Shit!" he gasped, his cock rising in hardness from his naked loins. "Jesus, I mean you really didn't get enough, did you?"
"Not now," she said. "Not after you and Jason taught me the fun of sex for sex's sake. You bastards, you've turned me into nothing but a goddamned whore!" She moaned uncontrollably, and placed both hands against the inside of her thighs, rubbing against the fevered flesh in a tantalizingly lascivious come-on. "Bert, I want you again ... right here, right now...."
"Goddamn, I'd love to, but-" He licked his lips hungrily, glancing over his shoulder. "We can't. Jason is expecting his folks home pretty soon, and we've got to get dressed. Christ, if they ever caught us like this, there'd be hell to pay!"
"Bert," she whispered, standing and walking toward him, "you don't really want to get dressed not yet." She reached out and fondled his rigid penis lovingly, kissing him on the cheek fondly. "Bert..." She licked his ear and cupped her hands around his balls, squeezing them very gently, and he looked down, reveling in the searing sensation of lewdness. Shit! She's gone wild! There's no stopping her! Her fingers are like broiling hot irons, inflaming me!
And he had to steel himself against her somehow! Already he was overdue with his part of the plan his father had cooked up. He was supposed to be at the West house al-ready, walking in with Susan. But things had been going so roaringly wonderfully here, that he couldn't see how the chance that his dad might have scored could help matters any. Still, with Jason's parents due any moment, he couldn't stand here with Susan holding onto his prick!-And yet Bert felt exquisite thrills from her manipulations bursting through his body, and the only thing that was beginning to mean any-thing to him was this girl-this luscious, naked, little nymphomaniac teenage girl. Ohhhhhh, he couldn't stand it!
"You want to fuck me again, Bert, honey?" she cooed in his ear. "You want to put that hard cock in my cunt?"
"Oh God, I can't! We've got to leave!"
"I know ... I should have been home hours ago. Nancy's not the only one who promised to help her mother today, you know. So you take me home-afterwards." She teasingly stroked his pulsing young penis, making it jerk and throb with angry frustration. "A quicky, right here, right now. How about it?"
"Yes! Goddamn it, put it in! Put my cock up in you!"
Obeying, she thrust herself forward and skewered herself on his steel-hard rod, burying it almost to the hilt in her warm, lubricious young pussy as they clung together in the bathroom. He gasped, and she gasped, their hips rotating simultaneously, her hands coming up to grip him by the neck, her legs lifting off the floor to clasp him around his waist, baring all of her buttocks and cunt slit.
"Fuck me!" she hissed in his ear. "Fuck me, Bert, fuck me!"
Susan West once again sat in the front seat of the Ford, letting a warm tide of satisfaction fill her mind with pleasure as Bert drove through the late evening traffic. She could feel the seminal pool of his come-and of her girlfriend's boyfriend's, Jason's, come, too lying heavily up inside her belly, and the wet juices of her lubrication around the insides of her thighs and her pubic mound. Oh, it had been wonderful, simply wonderful, the whole afternoon.
She wished this could go on forever, blissfully ignorant of the surprise that Bert hoped his father had been able to set up at her home while he and she were at Jason's. She was no longer sorry that she'd lost her virginity, only sorry she hadn't done it sooner-and sorry in a peripheral way that her mother was so narrow-minded and had shut her mind and body off to the pleasures a man (or men!) could give her. She sighed, hoping that someday her mother might re-discover what she, Susan, had so recently learned for the first time. She half-dozed in surrender to the radio music and the balmy evening; not really caring if she ever went back home.
Bert parked in front of henhouse, though, and said: "Hey, baby, you mind if I go in with you for a glass of something cold? My throat is drier than a desert."
"No, I don't mind. Mom may fry you on a griddle for keeping me out so late, but what the heck, you might as well face her now as later." She hopped out of the car while Bert came around the other side, and hand in hand, they walked up to the porch.
"Strange," she said as they entered. "I see the lights are on, and there's an empty bottle. Oh gosh, she's been drinking again," she added disgustedly.
"She's not the only one," Bert noted. "There're two glasses."
"Yeah, and some pictures. I wonder-" She started for them, but suddenly was stopped by Bert's hand on her arm. "No, don't!" he said quickly. Christ, she sees those, and she'll blow the whole deal! He said hastily as an excuse, "I ... uh, thought I heard a noise."
"What? I didn't."
"Listen..."
She strained her ears, and they were both surprised when a soft, lowing moan came from the direction of Susan's mother's bed-room. "Ohhhhhh, yes! Yes!"
Stunned, Susan staggered back against Bert, and he put out his other hand to steady her. "That's ... that's my mother!" she gasped.
"Sure sounds that way," Bert said.
"She's hurt!"
Then: "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhh!"
"I'd say your mother was in no pain to speak of," Bert said with a sly grin. "She don't need no doctor."
"But what's going on?"
"Well, why don't we sort of sneak up and have a peek?"
"But-" The girl pressed back, afraid.
"I mean, before you go running for an ambulance or anything, you'd better make sure what's what, don't you think?" He urged her forward, his cock beginning to pulse anew with the orgy he was thinking might be just ahead.
Susan took a fevered breath and held onto the boy all the tighter as they made their way to the bedroom. Her whole body tensed as she slowly turned the brass knob and felt the door give way. The strange sounds of breathing and grunting continued unabated, and she peered in. And then the young teenager sucked in her breath in shock!
It was her mother! She was lying on the bed, naked! And she had her legs spread wide and ... and, oh Lord! Mr. McDonald was fucking her! The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the door, affording her a perfect view of the thick, hard cock thrusting, cruelly into her mother, while her mother's legs were splayed out wide and kicking high in the air. She could see the muscles on her thighs straining and the man's hands cupping her naked white buttocks with savage strength, squeezing the full rounded moons mercilessly, forcing her mother's pink; hair-lined vagina to grasp tightly around his lubriciously glistening cock.
Bert! Oh my God! They're in there! My mother, and your father!"
"Hot damn if they aren't," Bert said gleefully.
A scream welled up in Susan's throat, but she choked it down, along with the impulse to rush in and claw and bite the two of them apart. She was frozen to the spot, watching with mesmerized revulsion at the ravishment of her mother's more than willing body.
"They're ... they're acting like animals!" she groaned.
"Yeah, come to think of it, they do look familiar to me. Reminds me of us, don't it?"
"Bert!"
Her mother placed her hands on Mort McDonald's hollowing buttocks, her fingers spreading and whitening from the pressure of pulling him gluttonously to her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. Piteous pleas for more continued to roll from her lips, and Susan held her breath as she watched and heard, seeing both of them panting and struggling wildly and dribbling sweat down their rippling skin.
Susan couldn't believe it! Her mother! Her prim and proper and stuffy mother, reveling in the lewd coupling with a man! It didn't seem possible, and yet she had to admit that that was what she was witnessing. Her mother was capable of sexual expression far beyond the teenager's wildest imaginings-capable, as Susan was, of whole-hearted abandonment to the raptures of a male cock filling her! Susan didn't know what to think, the shock was so great. But she knew she didn't feel anger or hat-red, not even revulsion or contempt, but oddly, a new kind of .closeness, for her mother was being fucked by the father of the boy who had just finished fucking her, and this brought forth an empathy and understanding and love that wouldn't have been possible two days ago.
"What ... what'll we do, Bert?"
"What do you think we're going to do? Leave? Hell no, we're going to-"
His words were cut off by a long, low wail coming from Susan's mother. At the same time, Bert's father groaned above her and thrust as hard as he could inside her belly, and Susan saw his testicles throb and dance beneath his hard driving cock with the release of his milky white sperm. The youngster watched the creamy fluid cascade around her mother's cunt lips and run down her inner thighs to the sheets below, as his semen filled her womb to over-flowing. Her mother was beating a tattoo of orgasm with her heels against the man's bare buttocks, squeezing her pussy muscles hungrily around his penis in spasming delight. Then, drained and exhausted, the two of them cradled each other in their arms, still oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
"Holy hell, Carla, that's what-the fourth or fifth?" McDonald asked.
"I ... I don't know," Susan-heard her mother gasp. "I lost count and all interest in keeping track. I just want your cock in me, and nothing else."
"Nothing else?" Bert suddenly said in a loud voice. "How about a different cock, at least? How about mine?"
Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing from her own boyfriend, Bert! Horrified, she looked first at him, then at her mother. Her mother jerked upright, her own mouth wide and her eyes like those of an owl's as she stared at the two teenagers in the doorway. Her legs were in such a way that her thinly matted pubic triangle glistened wickedly in the light, McDonald's come a pearlescent contrast to her smoothly glistening skin and blond silk curls. More semen trickled slowly from her flooded vaginal lips as they spread open from her sitting up.
"Wha--! " she started to say, and then her eyes locked in helpless disbelief on her daughter. "Oh my God! Susan!"
"Mother!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carla's mind, shattered as she recognized her daughter standing in the doorway with the son of the man whose penis had just exploded up inside her! She tried to speak, but her jaw moved up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-stained eyes on her daughter's shocked features, and she staggered to her knees on the bed in mute supplication, more tears of abasement streaming down her face, her skin blanched the color of death itself.
"Ohhhh God," she mewled helplessly. "Ohhhh, I wish I were dead!"
Susan gazed at her mother, seeing with pitying eyes her breasts which she had once suckled for milk, the taut belly which had once held her, the blond triangle of pubic hair which had once painfully split wide to give her life. She couldn't hate her own mother; no matter what she was doing, she couldn't hate her own flesh and blood. "Mother..." She started forward, tears in her eyes as well, her arms opening in a show of affection and strength. "Mother . " she cried.
"Darling, please, stay away from me. I'm ... no good. I'm not fit to be your mother. Don't call me that. Call me a whore."
"No," the young girl moaned. A strange, hot tingling was being stirred in her loins. "No, don't say that, because that makes me one, too." She stared at the naked, rosy-hued skin and the scarlet-tipped nipples, the alabaster breasts still heaving and swaying, and at the pubic mound with its much used vaginal lips and semen-covered cunt hole, and then she looked down at her-self. She was clothed-but it was as if she saw through her clothes and at the way she'd looked only a short while before at Jason's house. She saw both her mother and herself naked-and saw naked truth as well. "No, if you're a whore, then so am I..."
"Susan, I ... don't understand what you're saying! You're my daughter! But you're not like me!"
"Oh yes, I am, Mother," Susan said, coming still closer. "When I first saw you, I called you an animal. But Bert said that's right, and that you looked as I had with him between my legs! And he was right! You see, I just finished being flicked by two boys at the same time!"
"No!" Carla swallowed hard, trying to clear the mists from her brain, for her daughter's words struck fire in her belly. She remembered the pictures on the table in the living room, the lewd scenes of her daughter in the throes of passion and excitement, and the reason for which she had been prompted to lower her own barriers of morality. "Stop it, stop what you're telling me," she whimpered, covering her ears with her hands. "You were taken advantage of. As for me, I should have been able to control myself!"
"But I don't want to control myself, Mother," Susan said, climbing on to the bed. "Don't you see? We're a-like, you and I. I wasn't taken-advantage of, not after I learned to enjoy sex. We're exactly a-like, and I want you to love me, forgive me, as I forgive you and love you."
"Oh, Susan!" her mother wailed, and suddenly she and her daughter were in one another's arms, hugging each other as tightly as they could, attempting to bridge the gap between them. "There's nothing to forgive," she murmured into Susan's hair, stroking her quivering back. And now all of her false ideas crumbled like putty, for she had to admit that her daughter Susan wasn't a baby any longer, that she was, as she'd said, a woman, able to react and respond to the same sexual drives as her mother.
Mort McDonald had been watching this, at first incredulously, then with cynicism. He looked at his son with a sly wink, nod-ding his head in silent agreement that his seductive plot had worked out perfectly, and that he was finally going to be able to delve into the hot young pussy of the lovely little teenager. He ogled Susan as Carla tenderly cradled her, and his cock gave a painful lurch in his pants.
"A touching scene," he said harshly.
"A real handkerchief wetter," Bert said, snickering. "Christ, I wasn't sure it would work as you said it might, but now I can see that you really hit the nail on the head, Dad."
Carla looked at them, her cheeks flaming with indignation. "Shut your filthy mouths. Shut up, and get out!"
"Not so fast, my dear," McDonald said lewdly. "I still have the pictures."
"Haven't I paid for them enough?" Carla screamed. "Hasn't your pound of flesh been enough?"
"Wh ... what pictures, Mother? The ones in the living room?" Susan was motionless, indecisive, and quizzical.
"My darling," Carla moaned, once again hugging her child to her naked breasts. "Leave her out of this, Mort. I beg you. Can't you see she's been through enough al-ready?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'd say she was weathering it better than you, my dear." He chuckled throatily. "Besides, your daughter's in the photos, isn't she? Hell, she has a right to know, about them."
"Yeah," echoed his son. "And earn them back."
"Oh Lord, no!" Carla groaned. "You wouldn't make her!"
"What pictures?" Susan demanded impatiently.
"Why, the pictures I took of you and Bert last night. You know, when you and he were fucking-"
"Fucking!" The horrified girl recoiled as if struck by a snake. "You mean, you took--? When we were all--? "
"Cunt and tits and cocks," McDonald said, nodding. "The whole works, and like I told your mother, I'll cross out the boys' faces and sell the negatives. If you don't want a whole, bunch of full-color shots of you fucking spread from coast to coast, then you're going to have to help me pay for them. The same way your mother's been paying for them for the last few hours."
"Oh God, oh God," Carla cried out, the final point of no return having been reached. "God forgive us," she mewled as she looked at the lusting, incredibly repulsive man and his son. "God forgive us both."
"Hurry up and decide, Susan," Mc-Donald commanded. "Hurry up and either say no, and I'll get dressed and leave, or-"
"Or ... or what?" the girl asked, trembling.
"Or else you take your clothes off, my lovely pet." He snickered devilishly. "Your mother's naked, and now I want to see that sweet little pussy of yours in the flesh."
All was quiet for a moment, and then Susan licked her lips again, and pulled away from her mother's embrace. She slowly started to disrobe. Carla stared with tormented eyes, her breath ragged and gasping. "No, Susan..." she whispered. "Don't do it, don't do it!"
"Yes," Susan said in a tone of low, even response. "Yes, I'll do it." She crouched on the bed, removing her things as she had at Jason's house, carefully and slowly, laying them aside so they wouldn't get mussed. "Yes, for we don't have any choice, Mother." She unsnapped her bra, and tried not to react when McDonald gasped at the salaciously enticing sight of her lithe legs and thighs, her sparse, matted blond pubic hair still shining with Bert's recent ejaculation. "He'd do what he threatens, a man like him. Besides, I'm no better than you, and if you could do this for me, then I can do it for myself as well."
"Damned right you can," McDonald breathed harshly, and he fingered his once again aching testicles, already feeling his prurient desires rekindling in his lust-hardening penis. "And for a starter, I want you and your mother to play with each other and lick each other's cunts!"
Carla gasped in horror and revulsion at the incredibly sick demand. Lesbianism! And worse, with-Susan, her own daughter! She couldn't do such a perverted act! She regarded Susan with agonized eyes as she studied the girl's lovely, quivering young breasts and pink rosettes, and chip like nipples, and then down lower, to the now experienced hair-lined lips of her vagina and the dainty pink clitoris nestling sweetly in the trembling, fleshy vaginal lips. "Susan," she moaned. "Susan, tell them no..."
"Take me in your arms, Mother," Susan said softly. She sank down and lay spread out, her arms outstretched. "I love you, Mother. I love you more than them..."
Carla stared into the other's pain-flecked eyes, and she knew instinctively that she and her chilc ' were the same, enslaved in their webs of physical weaknesses. The immoral ties which bound them somehow made things a little easier and helped blank out the hoarse urgings of the lewd man and boy as they hotly eyed the two naked women.
"Kiss me, Mother..." Susan said, breathing harshly. "Kiss me..." A tortured moan escaped from Carla's lips, but she couldn't stop herself from responding. She lay down beside her daughter, wrapped her in her arms, and her lips found Susan's with an agile, softly sweet possession, and her tongue fluttered hesitantly into the warmly waiting mouth.
Susan was in a torment of agony, and she trembled all over with the strange forbiddenness of the situation, knowing now that there was no way out, repelled by the idea that she was loving another female, and yet so strongly drawn to her mother that she wasn't sure that she didn't want this to be happening. She sucked her mother's tongue, kissing back hard-a lover's kiss, a kiss she would have normally given to Bert. She reached upward and touched and caressed the breast pressing against her own, feeling the wetness of perspiration and the stiffening of its nipple under her long, slim fingers. She rolled and squeezed it in an understanding way, and Carla gasped, momentarily closing her eyes as the sensuously warm sensation coursed excitingly through her.
"No ... no, darling, we mustn't."
"Oh yes you will!" McDonald ordered feverishly. "You will, or I'll sell those pictures. So help me, I will!"
"Yeah! More! More!" Bert breathed harshly, quickly taking off his pants and shirt and climbing on to the large double bed with his father so that he could watch, his cock already a hard, long rod aching with excitement. "Go on, Susan, lick your mother!"
"And you, Carla, lick your daughter," McDonald added, laughing.
Carla lay frozen against the soft, voluptuously formed body pressing against hers, a dry and strangling knot in her throat as she touched the other's lips with her tongue, feeling Susan's teeth and inner cheeks, and the hand stroking her own naked breast gently, taunting her nipples, trailing her other hand down to press hard against her nervously palpitating belly. "Susan ... oh, Susan..." she whispered, the girl's strong young body trembling hotly, nakedly, and the fingers ,running over her flesh in a knowing female caress, making Carla gasp and shiver from the delicate tracings.
"You're so pretty, mmm," Susan crooned. "You know that? You know that I've always admired you, especially when I've seen you naked, like in the shower? I'd always hoped to grow up to look like you." She dug her hips into the bed and before her mother could stop her, she spread her legs slightly and pushed her pubic mound up hard against her mother's, rubbing their soft blond pussy curls together with a friction that made her tingle with arousal. Her hand crept down, down still more until her fingers parted Carla's coral-tinged cunt lips and slid inside the warm depths of her pussy. "Ohhhhhh, Mother, love me..."
Carla sucked in her breath, her eyes bulging as she felt her daughter jerk her loins and whip her fingers in and out in a regular teasing rhythm. "Susan," she groaned, and put her own hand between them to still the flying hand. "Stop, stop..."
"Don't stop," McDonald drooled. "Carla, play with Susan's cunt. Don't stop her from fingering yours!" He glanced over at his son. Bert was sprawled beside the woman and girl as he reveled in their lewd display, his blood-sated cock rigid, his hand stroking it lightly. "That's it son," he said proudly. "But don't beat it off too hard, or you'll come before it's time!"
"Don't worry, dad," Bert panted. "You showed me how."
Carla was drawn by the lewd command and her own rising pulse to slowly fondle her child's softly curling pubic hair and wet, throbbing vagina.
"Ohhh, that's it, Mother," Susan gasped. "Don't stop. Don't stop, please. Keep on, deeper!" She moved her loins and buttocks so that they were open for a fuller access to her pussy, and she undulated her hips abandonedly, her cunt secreting juices of rising excitement that washed warmly over Carla's fingers. The mother tried to stop, but she couldn't, and she began to stroke the heated, squirming young mound, running her hands deftly into the tiny valley of pink flesh as the girl shuddered and gasped, This was wicked, sick, perverted ... but she was becoming more excited by the second ... excited by her own, naked daughter!
"Susan ... oh God." She couldn't comprehend what was taking place. Again, Susan kissed her, and then she slid her face down a little lower and her lips closed over her mother's distended nipple, sucking at it furiously as if hoping that the breast would stream out milk. Carla sensed her breasts grow large and hard, and then she gave in to the sensations and rubbed her child's cunt all the harder, while Susan rolled and brushed the soft mat of their pubic hairs warmly against their hands. Susan moved her own hand out from between them, and then over the trembling firm buttocks, pulling them apart to stroke Carla's tiny little anal mouth delicately with her forefinger. Carla trembled and moaned from the lewd and unwelcome passions-which seethed in her blood, for her daughter was moving her fingers around so that while one was on her anus, the others were teasing her cunt again with the soft stroking of a feather. Her flesh rippled with desire as her own fingers responded with still more teasing motions, sliding in and out of the tight, little vagina, massaging Susan's tiny, hardening clitoris with her thumb and forefinger.
Her hand in her mother's flowering, lubricious cunt, Susan let all thoughts of right and wrong, or the presence of the McDonald man and son sweep away, and she let her tongue trail between Carla's breasts, nibbling with her sharp little teeth at the diamond-chip nipples and soft skin. Carla whimpered uncontrollably from the unexpected delights, and she tried to once more protest, but she couldn't seem to voice any-thing save a long sigh.
"God!" Bert groaned. "I can't take much more of this! Get them to suck each other off, right now!"
"Right, son," McDonald panted obscenely. "You heard him, little girl. Lick your mother's cunt for awhile!"
A tortured gasp escaped from Carla's mouth-certainly her daughter would never consent to a perversion like that! But then the teenager's tongue was sliding down over her trembling belly, and she ground her mouth for a moment to her mother's naval, raising soft mewls and gasps, and then she squirmed around so that she could go lower, and again Carla tried to stop her daughter-but the maddening patterns of indecent sensations trailing after her gently nipping teeth caused the voluptuous young mother to open wider to the-onslaught of the fingers that were moving so lovingly in and out of her cunt channel.
Carla's breath caught in her throat as the now excited young girl began to shower kisses on her thighs ... and then on the blond triangle of tender raised flesh between them, and she inched her legs wider still to allow the girl to reach into the soft, pinkly moistened vaginal lips. A lewd shudder of forbidden delight coursed through her body as Susan's tongue found her clitoris, gently sucking it up into her mouth. A wave of revulsion ran through her as she realized the enormity of what she was allowing to happen ... but the stimulation was enormous, overcoming all opposition.
Susan eased her small, moist tongue into the soft wet folds of her mother's trembling cunt lips, and then sucked delightedly at the helplessly quivering flesh, Carla rising off the bed in involuntary reaction, rotating her body so that she could feel more of her daughter's fresh young mouth between her legs. Susan found that instead of the horror and sickening revulsion that she would have thought she'd have felt at performing such an act, she was experiencing a wild, forbidden thrill from the wet, passion-inciting contact, and she lashed out in an insane torrent of action, her tongue and lips invading with total freedom. She forgot where she was or who was with her, aware only that she was drinking ambrosia and breathing in the sweet musk from the openly dilated pussy . .that had once welcomed her own father's desire-hardened penis.
Carla raised, her head to watch, totally mesmerized, as her teenage daughter nestled her face lovingly in the hollow of her open thighs. She felt the soft kisses on the tender pink creases of her skin, the hot breaths of air blowing into the excitedly parting orifice of her cunt, but mostly she felt the licking in long sensuous strokes from the tip of her clitoris all the way down her. widespread vaginal slit to her anus, where it teased hotly at the tiny puckered opening, then back up in a slow, mind-wrenching motion between the thin hair-fringed lips between her legs. She hissed and rolled her head in subservient acquiescence as her young, teenage daughter reached up with both hands and played with her breasts, the tonguing becoming hungrier, lashing everything there up in her lustfully throbbing loins, making her insides curl up and vibrate with wonderful tensions.
Susan moved on the bed again, sucking air in in short surges so that she wouldn't have to break the warm, fleshy contact as she fervently lapped with her eager young mouth, her nose buried in her mother's steaming cunt with wild depravity. She stretched out alongside Carla, only now her legs were in front of the voluptuous woman's lust-glazed eyes, her soft blond pubic mound undulating a scant few inches from the mother's face. Carla gazed at the swollen, excitedly glistening lips of her daughter's vagina, and it seemed to her that the lewd sight was erotically sublime. She brushed her fingers worshipfully over Susan's vagina, feeling her child tremble and seeing little droplets of rising secretion appear along the pink flesh and soft, fleecy pubic curls. The skin was softer and hotter now to Carla, and she quaked with unknown desire to kiss it. But she couldn't. She just couldn't!
And then she was, finding to her shock that she was clutching desperately at her daughter's white, smoothly rounded young buttocks and drawing her face to them, and all of her resistance melted with the love she felt for the young teenager. Her lips bur-rowed in the soft, hair-fringed folds of the other's cunt, and she licked molten swaths back and forth as Susan was doing to her, flicking several times against the tiny tender clitoris, then toward the viscous, covered opening of Susan's waiting pussy, plunging far in to feel the rippling fleshy walls close hotly around the tip of her tongue. Then she slowly, teasingly rotated it around up inside before traveling onto the satin smooth vale between the buttocks, sucking delightedly at the crinkled mouth of the tiny pulsating anus:
Susan raised her hips over her mother's plundering mouth, pressing her glistening pussy against the hungrily flaying tongue with inhuman demand. And as she did so, she furiously lashed at Carla's delicious-tasting cunt, her own yet unsated passions mounting and mounting, her fingers plucking at the desire-hardened nipples while the middle finger of her other hand penetrated the tightly resisting little nether ring of the anus, venturing tenderly into the soft, fleshy passage and working cock-like in a lewd repeat of what Bert had done to her. All of Carla's untapped, unrestrained fury was loosed upon her child's vagina then, and she choked and gasped as she strove to bring Susan to the same orgasm that she was nearing.
"Ohhhh, man, I've got to fuck one of them," Bert moaned, rolling back and forth as if in great pain. "I tell you, I've got to fuck! I can't stand just watching any longer!" He crawled over to hungrily watch Susan's buttocks writhe in ecstatic excitement and her legs arch high so that all of her pink, wet cunt slit was visible to him as her mother sucked and licked her passionately. "Shit, this is going to be better than I'd thought it would be!"
McDonald moved toward Carla, his mind racing with lewd perversions, his loins fired with sexual excitement. "Yeah," he rasped, stroking her soft, throbbing white buttocks eagerly, not disturbing Susan's finger which was jerking spasmodically in the clenched, puckered anus. He hovered over the woman's backside, lusting with gloating eyes. "Yeah, I'll take Carla again ... in the ass!"
"Nooooo!" Carla screamed. Even through her passion-fogged haze, she couldn't believe the absolute pit of depravity into which she and her child had been unwillingly thrown. Even though her passions had been unnaturally aroused by Susan's loving tongue on her cunt, the young mother was shocked by the impact of McDonald's words. God, he was going to sodomize her, right in front of her own teenaged daughter's eyes!
"Yeah, Dad," Bert grinned. "I fucked Susan in the ass, and it was like the tightest little cunt I've ever been in! She was cherry at both ends!" he laughed delightedly. "But no more!"
"So's the mother, in the ass at least!" Mc. Donald said hungrily, viewing the rosy-hued sphincter in which Susan's finger was sunk. "And she won't be there for long, either!"
"What ... what did you have Mrs. West do to you ... besides fuck?" the boy asked breathlessly. "I want Susan to do whatever it was-a real reversal!"
"She sucked me off!"
"Man....Susan, get up on your knees," Bert commanded. "Suck my cock, suck it just like your hot-lipped mother sucked off my dad!"
Susan hesitated, then rolled obediently onto her knees, lifting her face from between her mother's thighs and gingerly slipping her finger from her anus. She gave her mother an awful look of sadness, which Carla could only return with tear-blurred eyes-and then the 'young girl could see nothing save the crouching of her boy-friend, Bert, in front of her, her vision taken up entirely by his throbbing, sperm-swollen testicles and his hard, young penis as he held it before her with his hand.
"Suck me off, baby," he hissed down at the top of her head.
Yes, Susan thought giddily. Yes, I'll suck his cock, just like Mom sucked his father's cock ... and at the same time, she'll be getting fucked in the ass, same as I....
She lovingly guided his penis to her mouth, laving it with her warm wet tongue, brushing a grazing caress from its base along its wide underside up to its blunt cock-head, washing it, playing with it, kissing it with long, lapping strokes ... then back down to its base again, and to the black-haired, pubic thatch, then lower, around his angry, distended sac of sperm.
Ohhh, I love it, I love it.
Her first taste of pungent male pre-come instigated wild tremors of delight in her young body, and she balanced herself with one arm, trembling, while she reached her other hand up to tantalize his testicles. Ohhh ... Susan was wild with frenzy, her stomach churning and her vaginal lips clenched hotly together with desire, her blood driving her almost to the point of a premature orgasm. Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Bert's testicles and along his heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and then slipped her lips warmly and wetly over it, her mind blazing with the single thought of sucking his virile young sperm deep into her throat and belly.
She began to suck in earnest now, the powerful stimulant of her mother's tongue still swirling around hotly up into her cunt making her flesh soar, and she felt the hair of the boy's pubic loins sweep against her forehead and nose with every thrust, the sensations of abandoned lust growing to burn her vagina still more. Nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd, forbidden desires that rippled through her naked young being. Nothing!
Carla saw her daughter's lips locked tightly around her young boyfriend's lust-hardened cock, sucking with a wild, uncontrolled tempo, and she stared as the tiny ridged flesh of her tender young lips pulled back as Bert thrust in and out of the warm, wet confines of her mouth. She sensed that she was strangely wet between her legs, wetter than ever when Susan had been licking her there, and she found that she was squirming and undulating her body in response to the maddening sight as Mc-Donald knelt down by her widely rotating cunt slit, lustily enjoying his unimpeded view. Sliding downward, he planted a wet kiss of his own on the pink flesh that covered her protruding vagina. He felt the woman quiver and groan slightly from his moist contact, and then he ran his long tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of the smooth-fleshed crevice, just as he'd watched her daughter do to her. Mc-Donald saw Carla let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and voluntarily open the cheeks of her buttocks wider apart.
"Oooooh," she sighed as she found her-self being unwillingly but irresistibly drawn into desiring more and more of his lewd sucking-his mouth and lips were al-most as good as Susan's, she dreamily thought-and she shivered as the heat of the growing passion caused by his hotly flicking tongue made her screw up her buttocks tightly against his face. She was unable to prevent herself from writhing and churning in a lascivious dance of ecstasy beneath him as the blackmailing man sucked her cunt with untamed lust, her widespread pussy secreting heated lubrications of desire which ran trickling down the smooth inner planes of her legs. Bert's father sensed from the wildly abandoned tempo of her grinding hips that the young mother was capitulating, and he knew instinctively that it was time-time to ram his burgeoning cock deep up into her softly waiting rectum, its entrance now well lubricated by both daughter and himself. Pulling his hips high in the air behind her, he pressed outward with his thumbs and opened the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks to his gaze. Then, positioning the smooth rubbery head of his cock against the tiny puckered mouth between, he moved up another inch. Carla moaned as he wormed the first tiny portion of his penis into the tiny cringing circle with a pressured assault that gave her pain. Still he continued to press forward and penetrate her hopelessly resisting anal passage, until half of his massive cock was buried up inside the tightly clasping aperture. McDonald groaned aloud, savoring the lewd sensation of bending her to his will as her burning entrails closed like a tightly clenched fist over his hardened length.
"Huuuuuuuugggg!" Carla screamed and she tried to twist her buttocks away, but McDonald held her firmly and with her bucking body aiding more than stopping him, he rammed forward with a buttock-flattening lurch and filled her full of his hard, turgid shaft.
"Push back!" he commanded, and she did, for every way was agony for her, and she tried to fart and opened her ass that final inch and stretched her buttocks wider until she thought she was going to rip open right up the middle. His cunt juice-coated penis surged into her until his balls slapped her up-tilted vaginal slit, and then crooning with delight, he began to fuck mercilessly in and out of her, watching as he kneeled above her moon-shaped ass-cheeks as the reddish skin of her now ovaly stretched little anus drew back with his cock, grasping possessively at it as if it didn't want him to leave. At first the pressure had almost been too much, but now it was just right, promising to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity of a sucking vacuum. He thrust forward again, and his cock tingled with renewed passion. He would come soon, and all the way up in her lovely white buttocks! Shit!
Carla dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the pain in her rectum made her almost insensate. But as he continued to cruelly fuck her, an odd mixture of stimulation and delight formed, and she began to feel that his rape wasn't at all as painful as it had been at first. The constant pumping was still a discomfort, but strangely, she felt a growing wetness between her legs, and she tried to concentrate on this perverted response of hers as she found that she was actually squirming back against his cock, heaving and undulating her back-side in tiny, welcoming circles!
She couldn't halt the rising tide of obscene excitement which was overtaking her, and she began to mumble, no longer feeling pain or discomfort, but raising her buttocks higher so that she could absorb more of him up inside her nakedly upturned ass-hole ... more and more, to quench the raging fire that was flaming like a forest fire inside her loins now!
McDonald saw with delight the young woman's obscene acceptance of his sodomy, and was drawn on like an rutting sat-yr. He watched her beautiful profile as her sweat-bathed complexion flushed to a heated crimson and her blond hair was strewn over her head as she unabashedly shook her head from side to side, teeth bared, her breasts jiggling softly beneath her. She was his! He reached down and pulled the soft, pliant cheeks of her hotly perspiring buttocks further apart and drove his cock deeper and deeper into her with hard, ramming jerks, his aching testicles slapping down against her openly pulsing cunt slit with resounding whaps, heavy with the seed which had to be emptied any second or would explode backup inside him.
Carla no longer retained any vestige of her own resistance, and she stared brazenly at her daughter sucking young Bert's penis, wild, animal like lust contorting her face. The sight of the young male's desire-hardened shaft absorbed between the lips of Susan's wildly ovaled mouth increased her already fervid sensations a thousand fold, and she hissed out her breath as she saw the girl take her fingers from Bert's testicles and begin to massage the half inch of cock-base that .she wasn't swallowing, while continuing to insanely bob her head up and down. The crazed, lust-inciting scene was too much for her! She was going to come. Oh, God, she was going to come like she never had, before ... ohhhh....
She moved her left hand back underneath herself, along her belly to her hot wet cunt, where she ground her middle finger up inside, fingering it faster and faster, desperately prodding her orgasm on as insane, hurricane-like waves of desire washed through her. Faster and faster her fingers flicked into her hungrily exploding vagina and faster and faster the panting Mort Mc-Donald behind her fucked into her rectum as she watched her loving young child lick and fondle his groaning young son's cock.
Then ... though only moments had passed....
McDonald cried out: "I'm commmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" He heaved forward in a hip-crushing jolt to meet the eagerly absorbing rectum of the wildly twisting woman as the first spurts of his semen burst along his shaft and filled, almost to bursting, Carla's tightly clasping rectal hole. His lewdly hosing climax was too much for her, and as Carla felt the gushing torrents of hot male seed splash deep up into her depths, the delectable sensation set off her own orgasm, a climax that made her dizzy. Instants later the moistly flowing liquid of her own rising female juices exploded out around her wide-splayed vaginal slit and mingled hotly with his sperm that seeped from her anus as together they trickled wetly down over her still working hand and to the bed below. So good ... so damned gooodddd, she thought hazily, and slipped forward on to her face, his cock slipping out of her wide-stretched anus with a wet, slippery, popping sound. She sighed, relieved for a moment.
The satiated McDonald proudly watched his young son continue to fuck into the young daughter's face with his penis, smiling to himself that they weren't at the peak of climax yet, and it was a joyful, erotic scene to witness as he lay sprawled out on the coverlet. Susan had moved her legs now so that she was sitting down on her knees; that way, one hand continued to fondle Bert's testicles while her other hand could finger-fuck her burning cunt, and he could clearly see her fingers move in and out of her wet, pink furrow as she tried to bring herself to the crest of explosion. She won't make it, he thought with a lewd groan. She won't make it without a man-sized cock in her pussy instead of those little girl fingers....
The salacious view of the hardened column of young boy penis sliding in the warm, moist cavern of the young girl's mouth, the underside of it glistening from her saliva, and the full beauty of Susan's trembling pink vagina being finger-fucked by her own middle finger was too much for the older man. His cock jolted alive, and smoldering lust built once more in his loins. He found that he was watching and moving his fingers along his now hard penis, still wet from the .ass-fucking he had given Carla, in rhythm to the girl's and his son's motions ... and all the while he was thinking lewdly how she needed a cock in her cunt, a cock in her cunt...
How she needed his cock in her cunt!
He stood, wavering on the soft bed with his long, jutting cock throbbing like a wild stallion. Christ! He had planned to wait until his son tore off another. piece before he fucked the hot little bitch himself-but not now! He was going to have her at the same time! He moved toward the naked, locked together young couple, his testicles once more seething with excitement, and he squatted down in back of the kneeling girl, running a finger along her open vaginal crevice, replacing hers with his in the now slippery, hotly pulsing little hole. Her pink young pussy throbbed with passion and she moaned as she allowed him full access to the hungrily gaping channel, groaning and squirming, raising her whitely rounded young buttocks a little higher so that he could see all of the enticing, hair-rimmed sacrifice to his greed.
"Mmmmmm," she mewled around Bert's cock, and Bert grinned lewdly at his father, urging him on. "Fuck her, dad! Fuck her!"
McDonald put his legs out on either side of Susan's squatting thighs, and then took her hand and placed it on his hardened cock, letting her sigh with the feel of it and guide it to her well-lubricated cunt opening. As his cockhead slithered upward between the softly throbbing lips of her seething, wet pussy, he jerked his hips forward, and Susan felt the walls of her gratefully welcoming vagina clasp him tightly, and she sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends exploded into life up inside her waiting belly.
Dear God! This isn't happening again! her mind repeated, but she knew it was. The pungently sweet male odor of Bert's cock slithering in and out of her mouth stung her flared nostrils, and she began to insanely run her tongue faster and faster over his pumping shaft as her cunt contracted greedily around his father's penis. The cords on her neck and her lips, locked tightly around the virile young cock, were hard and tense as she writhed on the two monstrous McDonald cocks that had her skewered between them like a helpless young lamb on a heated spit.
"Now, baby," Bert hissed down at her. "Let us know what you want! Do you like both my Dad and me fucking you together?"
"Mmmmmm!" Susan mewled without hesitation, her mouth still taut around his lustfully grinding hardness. "Ohhh, yes! Yes! Both of you fuck mmeeee!" Her words were muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, all control of her senses gone.
"Beg for my come in your mouth!" he snarled, digging his fingers into the softness of her .hair.
"Ohhhh, yes ... come in my mouth, Bert! And Daddy McDonald, come in my pussy! Fill me up with your cream! Mmmmmmm!" she babbled, the thought of her own brain spewing those lewd words of desire sending new thrills whirling through her. She rotated her hips around the man's huge, rigid girth, her white teeth nibbling Bert's cock as it ground more and more greedily into her hotly sucking mouth. She clenched her thighs in a milking action against the older man behind her, and the ecstasy of the moment rose within the girl. This was just what she'd needed! A cock to fuck her in the cunt! Now she'd come too!
The blunt head of his cock burrowing into her tender cunt, McDonald thrust so hard to get all of his length into her that Susan lost balance and flailed out her legs in a wild, unpremeditated reflex. Then she fell back down heavily on his loins and penis, her legs out in the air and widely stretched, but she never lost contact with Bert's cock in her still greedily sucking mouth. McDonald flicked his hips upward and began to grind rhythmically into her roundly stretched little cunt. She placed her feet down on the bed and started to move with him, up and down in an insatiably teasing grinding action, heaving harder and harder, her teeth bared from time to time on Bert's penis, her breasts bobbing up and down.
Her mother watched mesmerized, moaning in concert with Susan's lewd croonings, seeing her daughter's young body surging back and forth on McDonald's cramming cock that sawed into her wet, tightly clinging young pussy. Her eyes were scant inches from where the man's penis was expanding into the pink, dilated hole, and she could see every detail, every line of the moist long cock that had just finished fucking her in the anus now fucking her teenage daughter, Susan, and the ragged pink edges of the girl's vaginal lips moving in and out with his every thrust. She was totally absorbed by the obscene spectacle of her own child being screwed in the mouth and the cunt at the same time, and she leaned forward nuzzling her face once more in the soft, sweet-smelling pubic slit before her, liquidly em-bracing her daughter's pussy again, starting her tongue from the tip of McDonald's testicles and taunting the little bit that wasn't up inside the girl, and then upward, sucking the fleshy lips on either side of the cock-filled vagina, and finally licking the clitoris, wallowing lewdly in the pleasure of her wild, exciting perversions as Susan soared for her climax under the pounding cocks that ripped into her, top and bottom.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, son! She's licking my balls too!" McDonald blurted, and Bert was spurred on by the incredibly salacious sight of the mother tonguing his father's testicles and prick while he was fucking the daughter's cunt. Violent spasms surged through his loins as he peered down with wide, sex-filled eyes and his unsated passions made him renew his attack on Susan's wetly quivering mouth.
Delight soared through all of them, each one pumping and sucking and licking as hard and fast as they could as they rode together toward the waiting pinnacle of sensual bliss. In her own quest for orgasm, Susan sucked frantically as the boy's rhythmically driving shaft fused with her mouth in one, long, fleshy tube, his testicles lewdly bouncing off her chin, and her actions were too stimulating for Bert to be able to hold back any longer.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried out, feeling his sperm bubbling up from his balls, and at the last moment, he jerked his cock from her oval-ling red lips , and held it about two inches from her hotly pleading mouth.
"No! Oh God, give it back and come down my throat!" Susan pleaded desperately, her face contorted in wild anguish.
"Open wide!" he yelled, and then again: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" His cock shot forth a thin, powerful stream of hot, white come in a low-curving arc that splattered warmly against her cheek. Desperately, she moaned and moved her mouth into a direct line with the jerking stream and with her lips ovaled as wide as possible, she took in all of his thick, creamy surges as if she were a hungering child beneath her mother's breast.
The virilely gushing young semen was a billowing wave of joy for her, and she mewled obscenely at the idea of being covered with his seed as with thick, lewd splashes of whitewash. At the same instant McDonald began to spasm convulsively, and he spurted his boiling ejaculation deep up into her hungrily accepting belly, and the combination of the two set her off like a rocket.
She was there! Oh, God, was she there! She screamed and heaved her buttocks down against her boyfriend's father's penis as his groaning young son spewed the last of his semen into her mouth and gullet, and McDonald's come ricocheted wildly against her inner cunt as he emptied his balls totally into the waiting void of her insanely contracting young belly. Her brain shattered into a million fragments that dazzled her like lightning, and she gulped and swallowed the mouthfuls of gushing white come without any awareness of time or reality, only the unbelievable pleasure of her own orgasm rippling sensuously through her.
Carla gazed with tender fascination as her daughter's hotly working vagina milked McDonald's penis with ever more voraciously contracting muscles, the older man's viscid liquid bursting out from the edges of the tiny, almost virginal vaginal hole into which he'd shot so much, and mingling with Susan's secretions and her own saliva where she had licked her before. The mother's head ' moved forward and wildly licked and kissed her child's cunt some more, tasting the strong male flavor of the seed on her tongue for the second time that day, and when McDonald wetly slithered his limp cock from the girl's vagina and lay back with a sigh, she greedily swallowed the still hot come from the warm, pink hole and matted pubic hair, riding an empathic wave of joy that threatened to burst her brain.
They all collapsed, and as they rolled over, panting and exhausted, Susan caught her mother's eye, and she smiled at her. And then they both knew that everything had been said and done. They affirmed their closeness as they smiled at one another; they were soul-naked as well as physically naked, and they knew one another for what they were and would always be, and that whatever they did, it would be condoned by the other. For some ten minutes, they lay resting and gathering their strength and sanity. At last Susan turned to Bert, and with a slow smile, she asked:
"Well? Did we earn back our pictures?"
"I don't know," he teased. "What do you think, Dad?"
"Ah, they certainly did work hard at it," the older McDonald sighed. "They certainly did work."
"Then ... we get the pictures,' Carla said expectantly.
"Tell you what," McDonald replied, grinning. "We'll have one more go-around, just to make sure you two are up to standards, you understand. One more time, and then we'll see."
"That sounds fair to me," Carla giggled, a tingling of animal lust purling in her belly. "Except this time I think I should get Bert all to myself."
"I think we'll manage," Susan added, crawling over and kissing Bert's father on the tip of his cock, "somehow..."
It was only a matter of moments before the four resumed their wild orgiastic wantonness, in an uncontrolled flailing of breasts, cunts, cocks, and squirming buttocks.
CHAPTER NINE
Agnes McDonald took off her flowered hat and looked around the empty house. Where could that rascal of a husband be? she asked herself. Now, he must have got-ten my message that I was coming home from Myrtle's today. I sent it to his office last night, knowing that he'd be there working late...
And then she thought irately: Or was he there!
Jealousy rose in her breasts. She just bet that he hadn't been at work, that he'd been off gallivanting with some peroxided hussy! And where was that no-good son of his, too? Out boozing or taking drugs, she bet. She stomped around the house in her sensible shoes, and the more she did, the more frustrated and angry she became. Just wait, she told herself. Just wait until either one of those bums showed up, she'd show them. Males! They were all a-like, ruining a woman. Callous beasts. Why, if she didn't have the Ladies Bridge Club presidency to consider, she'd lock them out entirely, and really cause a war! She was almost furious enough to do it anyway, and let her social standing hang. To think, the best years of her life had been wasted on men!
Sticking her jaw out, she went to the phone, thinking of calling her friend, Libinia Whye; she'd gone through two husbands and was now a contented woman living by herself with fourteen cats. It would be a pleasure to talk to her for awhile, Agnes thought. Then her eyes spied a pad of paper by the phone, and grasping it in one hand, she read the address that was written on it.
Her eyes narrowed. It was in her husband's handwriting, but she didn't recognize the address. Her mind was still a mumbo-jumbo of thoughts, her trip, her plans of getting back into the local social whirl, and she didn't zero in on the true meaning of the scribbled note, at first. Then it all crystalized into one horrible realization. It had to be her horny husband's latest conquest!
To hell with her reputation! She was going to stop' the bastard's clock this time! She had had enough!
She drove to the small house located at the address written on the crumpled up piece of paper like a mad woman. A police-man stopped her, gave her a ticket, and in having to show the car's registration, she came across a small .38 revolver in the glove compartment. She had forgotten it was even there!
It was a wild woman that walked onto the scene at that house that day. A wild woman with a loaded .38 in her hand!
She fired just one shot before she passed out with hysteria. The shot almost missed, but not quite. It hit her husband in the fatty tissue of his inner thigh. That night one of her Bridge Club members had to bail her out of the city jail, where she'd been lodged for "firing a gun within city limits." Bert's father couldn't press charges, of course. But he also wouldn't be pressing his sex life either-for a long time. The doctor said it would take at least six months before the wound would heal completely.
By then, both Susan and her mother had moved to another town and started a whole new life. They were both much wiser.
