The book which follows is not for the timid. In it, the details of a modern love affair have been made explicit.
The story itself is one of adult intrigue and ecstasy. A young girl, frightened of what her father intends to do about her passion for a younger man, finds herself confronted with the reality of sex. She doesn't know who to turn to, how to escape, and must make some rather important decisions, decisions that will, in the long run, affect her life.
Cindy Porter's story is in many ways the story of lots of young girls in our modern society. In a supposedly liberated century like ours, young people seek exciting relationships without so much as even thinking about it. The consequences of such rapid involvements loom heavy in the minds of the parents of such young people, and, consequently, a conflict ensues-the age old conflict of child against parent, the split between father and daughter.
This novel, is such a story. It is the lustful adventure of a teenager girl who seeks self-knowledge in the modern world. She longs for a system of values and an identity which can make possible real decisions, and instead she meets up with the chaos of real life! In the streets there are no standards, no absolute values! In the bedroom of a stranger, there are no final commandments, no real restrictions! It is into this world that Cindy Porter enters in search of her education.
It seems only proper that an irate father should follow his daughter "through the looking glass" and into the world of missing mores. So it is in this book, Mr. Burt Porter looks for his daughter and finds her-in perhaps the least appealing situation in which a father can discover his daughter-and in a furious realization of what has been going on in Cindy's life, he attempts to put things right.
It is the conflict between father and daughter which acts like a coiled spring to bring this novel to its climactic end. A strange consummation of father, daughter, and lover brings the story to its denouement. With no further delay, then, we invite you to enjoy as we did Father And Daughter by Toni Scott.
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CHAPTER ONE
Cindy Porter sat alone on the darkened bluff overlooking Dove City. A breeze ruffled her long blonde hair, and it felt good as it cooled her face. It had been a hot day, another in a chain of such days, all a part of the California Indian summer.
She felt a tingle in her inner thighs, and she was again reminded of the incident from the previous Thursday evening. Chris had tried many times to get her to give in to his advances, but that evening had been different thanks to the near argument. She had been relieved, so relieved that she had let things get out of hand, and it had almost ended up going all the way. It was close enough, anyhow, to make her feel awfully guilty about the whole thing.
From the first time Chris had kissed her goodnight, Cindy realized that she was anxious to have sex, for her body had become alive instantly with sensations. It was as if the last little touch would send a thousand thrills of pleasure to every nerve in her body, and it took a great deal of will power to keep from giving in to such urges. When she'd returned home after that first date with Chris, she had been so excited that she layed down on her back naked in bed and opened her legs wide and wantonly played with herself. She knew it was a dirty thing to do, but she couldn't help herself that night. She was just too aroused to stop. Afterwards, she had felt ashamed by her actions, and she had promised herself that she would not let her body become so sexually aroused again. At least not until after she was married. And that was a good long ways off, because she was only going on seventeen!
But on Thursday evening last, she'd given up that promise-and the events of that night loomed heavily on her consciousness. What if she gave way again? and again? The memory of Thursday night flooded her brain as she pictured it all over again ...
Chris had parked up the street from the house, as he always did when they'd gone to a movie or for dinner, and when he had kissed her, Cindy was not prepared for the lewd sensations that suddenly poured through her body. She had been too busy feeling guilty for forgetting her work schedule when his lips pressed against hers. It was like melting!
She opened her mouth and let his tongue probe freely in the warm wet confines of her oral cavity, and she sucked on it gratefully, for she felt it to be a sign of his love for her. In a moment, Chris's hand was fondling her breast through her sweater, and she couldn't find the will with which to refuse him. It seemed natural and right, and instead of pulling his hand away, she pressed her mouth harder to his. Even through the sweater and brassiere which protected the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, the sensation of his touch made her nipples instantly harden into tiny buds, and she felt his fondling clear down into the pit of her belly. The seat of the car, the vinyl plastic, seemed to rise up and press against the backs of her thighs, adding to the sensations building in her entire body. For the moment, her promise to herself-to avoid sex at all costs-had been forgotten, and even the importance of staying calm and collected seemed silly and unrealistic.
Chris, of course, recognized the let down in Cindy's usual resistance immediately. For the first time he felt there was a chance he could go all the way with her. In the past he had been patient and understanding with her, assuming that because she was just out of high school a few months before, that she needed to go slow and easy into the adult world of sex and intimacy. But now he felt her to be ready and prepared for him. He'd felt she was too innocent for it before, and now he felt she was too ripe to be denied it. So many times he'd wanted to simply rip her clothes off of her body and jam his hard cock into the tight little virginal tunnel of her cunt. Yet at the same time he understood why she resisted his advances. He knew about her father, and the abusive way he treated her, and he understood that she would likely resist all male advances for a long, long time.
But on Thursday night, that moment when his cock was growing hard inside his tightly restraining pants, he was completely encouraged by the sudden absence of Cindy's resistance. He thought it was possible that she had finally come to agree with his argument about trying on the shoe to be sure it fit! He decided to proceed with a certain amount of caution in case any sudden move might break the spell.
Slowly then, without taking his mouth from hers, he lowered his hand until he could slip it under her sweater, and then he carefully moved his fingers up toward her breasts. Cindy moaned deep in her throat as he worked his fingers underneath the top of her bra, but as she still didn't lift a hand to stop him, Chris slowly worked the brassiere up until Cindy's firm round breasts were free.
He was delighted to discover that Cindy wore no padding of any kind in her brassiere, as her large breasts were still taut and high without the support of brassiere or sweater. He closed his hand over the smooth warm flesh, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his palm, and he slowly began massaging the firm flesh as he thrust his tongue deep into her throat.
Cindy knew she should stop him before everything got out of control, but she couldn't find the will to lift her hand. The caressing of her breast made her heart pound wildly, and his fingers seemed to be travelling all over her sensitized body. It felt too good to stop, and she decided that a little heavy petting would be harmless enough. After all, it was not like he was actually entering her vagina with his penis! She was sure she would be able to stop things before it came to anything like that!
Leaning hard against Cindy's relaxed body, Chris lifted his mouth from hers, and without saying a word, he moved his lips to the taut muscles of her neck. Sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh, he evinced from Cindy a moan of pleasure, and now he felt sure he could explore her luscious body further.
Pinching the hardness of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger several times, he then lowered his hand over her flat belly and felt for the top of her skirt. Slipping a probing finger under the band, he worked it around until he felt the button holding it tightly around her narrow waist, and, carefully, he loosened it. The top of her skirt expanded slightly, giving his hand enough room to slip down beneath the soft fabric, and he immediately searched out and found the elastic top of her nylon panties. He moved slowly, fearing that at any moment. Cindy would reach to stop him, and he wanted more than anything else to relieve the pressure of all his frustrations. His cock felt like it would break right out through his pants if it grew any longer, for already the length of the hard shaft was throbbing with blood-filled excitement. He was almost sure his conquest of this young woman's voluptuous body would occur that night.
Drawing in her breath from the sensation of Chris's fingers brushing lightly over the soft triangle of her sparse pubic hair, Cindy wondered if she wasn't letting him go too far. She had never let him touch her naked vagina before, even though she had thought about it many times, but that evening in particular seemed very much different. He had not really gotten angry over her earlier resistances, but now, if she held out on him now, he would be very, very upset. She could tell just from the way he was touching her.
Something about his breathing gave her the impression that he was more excited than on other occasions, and when she happened to glance down in the direction of his trousers she could see why. Between his legs, where his cock had grown stiff a huge bulge pressed upwards protuberantly. There was just no mistaking that large sight! Wrapping her arms tightly around his broad shoulders, Cindy held his face against her neck and braced herself for the shock she knew was to come, for in a moment, she expected his fingers to go diving into the smooth satiny heat between her thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly in his ear as Chris extended his middle finger into the hair-lined slit of her cunt and made actual contact with her clitoris. It was the first time ever she'd allowed him this liberty with her most private parts between her legs. She wondered for a moment why on other occasions she'd so resisted this.
The end of her clitoris was erect and waiting to be massaged, and he pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, eliciting more groans of pleasure from her. For a moment she didn't even realize that the panting and groaning was from her own throat, but Chris was fully aware of it ... that was for sure! He seemed to be getting hotter and hotter all the time, with each stroke into the soft clinging folds of her virginal pussy.
He was fully aware of the warm moisture in her vagina, and he imagined her wet cunt wrapped tightly around the hardness of his erect penis. He was also aware of how much more excited Cindy was getting from this quick little jabbing he was giving her with his finger. He deliberately plyed her clit, hoping that he would succeed in arousing her to the point where she would actually beg him to fuck her. Otherwise, he felt like he would be just about unable to resist the inclination to rape her for the relief he needed! The feel of her soft pubic hairs against his hand made him wonder how her virgin pussy actually looked, and he concluded that he was going to somehow get her panties down and her skirt up!
He twisted on the car seat so that he could maneuver his other hand, and then worked it up under the hem of Cindy's skirt while he continued massaging her tiny slightly quivering clitoris. Taking hold of the elastic top of her panties at the center of her back, he pulled the filmy material down around the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
This action was so deliberate that Cindy arched her hips up from the car seat, and he succeeded in pulling the soft whiteness of her panties down over her thighs. His left hand, still pressed tightly against the flesh of her pussy, was suddenly unrestricted in its movements. Not wanting to give Cindy any time to think, Chris leaned his upper torso hard against her chest as he worked her panties down around her knees. Then as he raised her skirt with his right hand, he probed with the middle finger of his left hand for the moist, tight opening of her vaginal passage.
"Oh, Chris, no," she gasped as Cindy felt the cool air against her suddenly naked vagina. He had taken her by surprise, and his finger was teasingly worming into the soft sensitive lips down between her slightly open thighs. His playing with her clitoris had caused her to drift into a dream-like state of pure ecstasy, and it wasn't until her panties were half off and down over her thighs that she realized how far things had gone. She was open and exposed to all this fondling, and the mounting fire in her belly was becoming more demanding than she thought possible. She was torn between stopping him and letting him go just a little bit farther with this erotic teasing between her legs.
"Oh, Chris, darling! Please! We mustn't do that!" Cindy cried weakly, but she didn't move to stop his advancing finger.
Chris spread the soft lips of her cunt wide as he pushed his middle finger into the tightly resisting flesh. He had her upper body pinned against the back of the car seat with his chest, and he felt her whole body tense as his finger suddenly popped inside the warm opening to her womb. The slick walls clamped tightly around his finger as he shoved it deep inside the wet passage, and he didn't stop until the whole palm of his hand was pressed hard against the soft pelt of her naked cunt.
"Ooooh, Chris! Nooo! Please stop that ... Please ... ?" she cried again, but she couldn't deny the tremendous pleasure his finger-fucking was giving her. The synthetic walls protecting her virginity, the moral rules of the game, were slowly crumbling. She was giving way inch by inch to the terrific force of that finger worming into the depths of her pulsating cunt. The sensation in her belly was too great, and she wanted to have more of the wonderful caresses, even though she felt like it was wrong and dirty.
Since she was only protesting verbally, not physically trying to restrain him, Chris felt safe to raise his head from her neck and get a look at what he had long wanted. Her thighs were spread only a few inches, but that was enough to allow his hand access to her vagina, and he could see clearly the silky blonde forest of pubic hairs where his hand was trapped between her inner thighs. He began to slowly, teasingly, finger-fuck in and out of the tight moist passageway, while at the same time he raised her sweater and sought a look at her naked breasts, too. He pulled the sweater away from her body until the twin mounds pointed proudly out from beneath. The small circles at the tips were pink and hard, like tiny buttons raised by excitement, and he leaned forward, closing his warm lips over one of them. He sucked on the hard nipple, then nipped at it with his sharp teeth as his finger continued working in the wet confines of her vagina.
"Darling! Please? We mustn't! You ... " Cindy's words cut off abruptly as the sensation of his biting teeth danced over her nerves to her brain! Her hands moved to the back of his head as if guided by instinct, pulling his mouth harder against her taut womanly breast, his tongue, teeth, lips, all seeming to work in unison to give her a thousand different pleasures.
A rhythm of passion steadily grew as his finger slid in and out of her sensitive vagina, each movement of his hand bringing more lubricating fluid to the depths of her loins. She wanted to put what she really was feeling into words to tell him that she was willing to give him as much as she could, even to have him almost, but that in the back of her mind she wanted to stay pure. She knew that she could never stave off the abuse of her alcoholic father if she was no longer a virgin, that he would find out about her sexual activities and never let her live to see the end of it!
And so it was that Cindy weakly protested: "You must stop ...! Please, darling ...! Please, don't you understand?" Her words came in uneven gasps, hardly recognizable for what they were, and Chris totally ignored them. He was too engrossed in the exploration of her sensual young body to care what the words meant unless they were begging for his cock. The moistened warmth of her vagina around his finger excited him more than anything else, and he desperately wanted to have more. Squirming and twisting on the car seat, Chris pulled Cindy over until he could lay her back flat on the cushion, and without taking his mouth from the fullness of her breast, he did just that.
"Oh, my God! Chris! Nooo!" Cindy groaned as she layed her head back against the car door. Her long blonde hair half covered her pretty face, and she closed her eyes tightly as if to force the mounting passion from her sensation filled body. She knew that things had reached a point where Chris would have to be given some release, but she couldn't allow it to be the one thing she knew he wanted.
The moment Cindy's upper torso was horizontal, Chris raised his lips from her saliva soaked breast, and extending his tongue like a feeler, he traced a wet line down her belly until he reached the place where her skirt was bunched up around her hips. With his free hand, he pushed her legs apart as wide as he could in the limited space, then shifting his own body down, he placed his mouth firmly on the sensitive flesh of her lower belly, just above the soft triangle of her pubic mound. He was sure that she was near the point of complete surrender and he felt his tongue could put the final seal on the package. Kissing and licking at the sensitive spots around her now slowly squirming vagina, he kept his finger buried deep in her vaginal passage. The soft downy pubic hairs brushed against his cheeks as his tongue danced over her inner thighs, then up against her lower belly. She moaned in protest incessantly, but he was too busy to pay any attention to her words. The scent of her vagina had reached his nostrils, and he was going to show her what pleasure she had been missing. Pulling his finger from her warm wet passage, he spread the hair-lined slit of her cunt wide, and without hesitating a moment, he flicked his tongue out at the erect bud of her exposed clitoris.
"Ooooouuuuu!" Cindy shrieked as the electric bolt of pleasure slammed through her passion-tensed body to her brain. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and for the moment she forgot that she was dangerously close to losing her virginity. His mouth closed tightly against the pink valley of her pussy, as his teeth nipped at the sensitive nerve-end, sending more pleasure dashing up her spine. Involuntarily, her hips jerked up to his oral assault, and she threw her legs wide apart, wanting more and more of the fantastic pleasure.
The ache of confinement had become so terrible, and Chris could wait no longer to set his hardened cock free. Reaching down under his body, his fingers worked quickly to undo the zipper of his fly. Then, he unhooked the top of his beltless pants. Taking his underpants in the same motion, he shoved his pants down over his hips, and his erect penis stood out straight and hard. Being released from its confinement and naked in front of Cindy gave a wild sensation, and his cock jerked even more erect as a flood of fresh erotic blood filled the distended spongy cap. The sensation made him more impatient than ever, and dropping his tongue from the bud of her clitoris, he ran it along the warm wet flesh until he made contact with the tight, evenly pounding opening of her vagina. He could feel her pulsating heat taking charge of her vagina more and more. Using his tongue like a ram-rod, he thrust it deep into the warmth of her virgin cunt.
"Oooh, my God!" Cindy screeched as the electric charge of hot oral sensations filled up her wetly pulsing pussy. It was a sudden wet contact, and reaching down, she tangled her fingers in his hair, wantonly spreading her legs wider by bringing her heels up on the car seat and pulling his face hard against her passion filled loins. His tongue flicked maddeningly inside her, the whole length of it sliding up against the sensitive walls of her pussy, sending insane spasms of joy through her sensuously aroused body. It felt like a hot whip of flame as it raced in and out of her cuntal passage, making the depths of her womb flood with new, hot lubricating juices.
"Ooooooh! Godddddd!" The loud groan escaped from deep within her throat, but then she began to plead for him to stop. "Darling! Please! Now you just have to stop ...! We must stopppp!"
Much to her surprise and confused disappointment, Chris pulled his tongue from her satiated cunt, and he went sliding up across her body, leaving her burning passage alive with fire. His hips trapped her naked white thighs as he fell heavily on top of her, his mouth seeking and finding hers. He thrust his tongue deep in her throat as his hand took her hand and placed it down below on ... his cock!
At first Cindy didn't understand. What was this all about? Wasn't he done with her now? He knew she couldn't go all the way, but now, as he insisted her fingers around the thickness of his throbbing prick, she realized that he wanted more. She was surprised as she felt the hard throbbing column of his male flesh in her hand. She had never before touched a man there, and in spite of her knowing what could' happen, she found a curiosity growing inside her. She let her hand remain in place where Chris had demandingly placed it. Amazed by its enormous size, Cindy thought it would kill her if she ever allowed him to put it inside. It would split her vagina wide open if he thrust it in here, but the feel of it in her hand was actually delighting her.
She could feel the penis throbbing with blood-filled urgency, jerking as her fingers squeezingly wrapped around its length, and instinctively she began to stroke and massage the hot, pulsating member, rubbing the skin tantalizingly with her warm hand. He was half turned on her, his thigh pressed hard against her naked loin, and unconsciously, Cindy began to rhythmically grind her pussy against him as her hand worked warmly up and down his long shaft.
Near the base she felt the tips of his pubic hair, and she explored further, seeking the soft skinned sack that held his sperm-filled, lust-bloated balls. Somehow she knew they were susceptible to physical hurt, and she caressed them gently, feeling the cool, even heat in her palm. Chris groaned, lifting his mouth from hers, and pressing his lips against her ear, he said softly, "Cindy ... darling ... I want you ...! I have to fuck you, Cindy."
His hand slipped under her naked buttocks, cupping the round cheeks and holding her tighter to him. She felt a cool wetness on her thigh and she wondered if he had climaxed. Feeling his cock still hard and throbbing, she guessed that it was only the lubricating fluid men produced, and she lovingly squeezed his penis, not sure how to answer his demand.
"I've got to fuck you now," he said again louder, and the obscene choice of words sent a shock of lewd excitement through her body. Her belly quivered with some kind of long awaited needs boiling up, but the thought of her father was still prominent in her mind.
"No ...! We mustn't, darling ...! It's not ... right!" Even though she knew to him her excuses must sound feeble, it was the only thing she could think of. She had to stop him somehow, for the idea of confronting her father with such a thing on her mind seemed impossible. He would know she'd been screwing, and he would punish her accordingly.
Cindy attempted, then, to hold Chris's cock in her hand tightly. She even put her other hand into the space between their two bodies, and in this manner cupped Chris's tightened scrotal sac and his entire throbbing member with both hands. She could squeeze and guide the spongy tip of his penis this way, and keep his thickly headed cock from battering into her vagina. The rubbery tip grinded sensuously against her palm, and she felt more of the seminal juice hitting in her fingers and hand. She held his hardened penis with two hands and tried to fight him off as best she could.
"Please, darling?" she moaned, "I think you'll ... hate me if we do. You'll think I'm bad."
She felt his straining cock and grinding hips driving for access to her pubis, but she kept a good hold on its thickness and made a wall of her fingers and palms that no cock could penetrate. The wall protected her cunt from the angry heated intruding phallus. She clamped her thighs together, just to be sure, and no matter how he pumped forward, she guarded against the assault.
Then she felt it, in her palm, and Chris suddenly went limp on top of her, only his grinding hips flipping back and forth quickly, and her hands filled with a hot thick stream of pulsating salvos of cum. She frantically squeezed, hoping to make it good for him, pulling and tugging on the length of his cock shaft, feeling the long hard bolts of cum splattering against her palm and along her milk-white thighs. Then he collapsed in her arms and it was over. She thanked her lucky stars that she was able to hold him off. It had been a close call.
Cindy held onto his slowly deflating penis as the last few drops of semen jerked from the tip into the palm of her hand. She felt terribly disappointed and she knew that she was sorry that the milky sticky wet sperm on her belly was not deep inside her burning womb. Yet, after a few moments, she was somewhat relieved to remember that she was still a virgin. It was for her father that she had withheld what she too had wanted, and she reasoned that Chris would not be too angry with her on that account. He knew, of course, about how tyrannical Burt Porter could be.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Once I move out ... get away from Dad, then it'll be okay. But for now-"
"Never mind," he said, sitting up and giving her the Kleenex he kept in the glove compartment, "Clean yourself up. It's late."
His voice had been cold and crass. He wasn't interested in her excuses any more. She cleaned up and he took her home without saying much more. She tried to make amends at the door, tried to get him to say that he would see her again soon. Of course she knew he would be around to his old self the next day, but she was interested in his being nice to her just now. But he didn't break. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and went back to the car.
As she mounted the stairs up to her room she felt that Thursday night was only half over. She had some kind of intuition that there was more in store for her than just a night of petting and little girl sex.
She was starting down the hallway when she heard a woman's groans coming from her father's bedroom, and with a sense of desperate trepidation, she stopped and looked through the crack in the door, trying to figure out what she was hearing ... and what she was seeing.
CHAPTER TWO
Through the crack in the door Cindy could see in the darkness of her father's bedroom the edge of the bed and the fact that it was moving. She leaned closer, for the sounds of groaning both frightened and intrigued her. It had been a longtime since her mother had left the house, and the sound of a woman's voice was both unique and different.
She looked in and saw that her father and some woman were embracing on the bed, actually at that moment involved in the act of intercourse! A bolt of guilty electricity charged Cindy's spine as she espied her father and the strange woman involved in this act. It was both appealing to her to continue to watch, and yet somehow it repulsed her. She wanted to turn away but she could not.
The woman had dark hair and long, slender white legs. She had large breasts which became visible every now and then when Cindy's father lifted his body up to adjust his position between the woman's thighs.
"Ooooh," Cindy heard the woman moan from time to time, "ooooooh, yessssssss ...!"
How could any woman become so involved with such a vile act ... ? And with my father at that? Cindy was confused and excited, aroused by the sight of the intercourse in progress, repulsed by the fact that it was forbidden and considered it in her guilty mind to be bad.
When she leaned closer so that she could see better into the room, she saw that her father's cock was big and thick as it stormed the woman's vagina. She had a view of the actual penetration, and she could see her own father's lust-bloated testicles slapping mercilessly against the woman's upturned white buttocks. Every powerful stroke from his flipping hips sent that big ram-rod prick shaft deeper and deeper into the woman's vulnerable cunt.
"Ooooh," she cried out with pained ecstasy in her voice. "Ooooh, yes! Yes!"
Cindy's eyes were glued to the magnetic spectacle of her own father and a strange woman involved in the act of intercourse. She watched as his blood engorged male column slipped quickly in and out of the spread, pouted lips of the woman's vagina. It was such a strange notion, the idea of her own father having it on with a woman.
Naturally, Cindy knew that her father and her mother had made love from time to time-maybe even often-but still the idea just struck the teenager as odd. But she watched now with intense interest, enjoying the sight, trying to keep from admitting it, wondering what it would be like to be that woman!
"Oh, God," she hissed under her breath as she realized what she was thinking, "I must try to keep better control of my thoughts ...!" She turned away from the door, but as she did caught one last sight of her father's thick-headed blood-engorged sex instrument stroking downwards into the buttery depths of the other woman's vagina.
A moment later she was naked under the sheets of her own bed with the bedroom door closed tightly. It had been a long, busy Thursday night, but somehow she just couldn't get herself to sleep. The events in the car with Chris, the sight of her father's cock and the strange naked woman with him-all of this rolled and stormed like thunder in the young girl's brain.
Between her legs she felt a strangely warm tingle, a kind of hot chill that matched the feelings she'd been having earlier when Chris was finger-fucking her vagina. It was as if the sensations had never really ceased. Whether she liked admitting it or not, Cindy knew that her body was still tensed and ready for sex.
She let one hand drift down to the narrow space between her inner thighs and put her finger to the fleshy lips of her needy cuntal aperture. She wormed her finger into the hot clinging folds of her vagina and found out her own little bud of a clitoris. She took it between her fingers-it was easy to get a hold of, for it was still hot and wet and stiff from the profuse sexual stimulation of the evening's events-and rolled it back and forth like a little lever.
"Ooooh, Chris," she cried out softly, imagining in her mind's eye what it would have been like to have had his penis inside the clinging depths of her cuntal tunnel. "Ooooooh, yes, darling ... Yessssssss!" She pictured his hips swinging upwards in a hard-pressing, male arch, coming downwards and slamming into her pelvis with a slapping sound, the force of the move shoving his prick into her remote cuntal heat, and filling her womb with the thick blood-engorged head of his hot pulsating cock column. "Ooooooh, Jesus," she cried out, imagination being as strong as the thing itself. She pinched off her clitoris and lifted her well-rounded buttocks off the bed so as to be able to put her free hand into use under the cheeks of her ass. Now, cupping her pubis and holding her buttocks, she continued to stimulate herself while imagining what it would be like to really be fucking.
Suddenly, the image of her father's penis popped into her consciousness and she realized that she had been fantasizing having it on with her own Dad. "Oooh, God," she cried out softly, pulling her hands away from her pubis and her well-rounded buttocks. "I can't be thinking that?'
She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her head in the pillow. The thought of having intercourse with her own father both attracted her and at the same time made her feel incredibly guilty. She wanted to forget everything that had happened that night, everything that had to do with sex and start all over.
But she could not. The tingle in her pussy was ever present. It gnawed in her belly and made her want to do nothing but think about sex, and no matter how she tried to put the wicked sensations and forbidden fantasies out of her mind, she just could not.
She let her hand go back to work between her legs, fingering the folds of her young, virginal pussy, and in a moment she'd penetrated into the buttery depths of the tunnel itself, into her womb. She rolled her finger from side to side while lying on her belly, and rocked her hips up and down, working her cuntal aperture against the pleasure giving strokes of her own long middle finger.
After a moment or two of such masturbatory stimulation, the lubricating juices of her vagina boiled up and began profusely spreading from her cunt down her fingers, puddling in her palm and under her on the bed. She kept moving her body up and down, humping at her own finger, trying to get more and more of the satisfying self-abuse which was driving her mind wild with delight.
It was a few strokes later when her finger hit upon something stiff and stretched across the opening to her womb, and with one sharp pain she felt her digit go riding into the ribbon of her virginity. She removed the hymen with that single stroke, and despite the instant of pain, found the feel of pleasure which continued to haunt her cunt just too attractive to stop herself. She knew she was doing wrong, but she couldn't help herself.
A moment later she rolled over onto her back and spread her knees wide under the sheets. She fondled her breast with one hand and continued to slowly finger-fuck the moist clinging folds of her now exposed womb with her long digit. She was no longer truly virginal. True enough, no penis had impaled her cunt, but still her hymen was no longer intact. That was something.
She let her knees fall wide apart and exposed her inner thighs to the caresses of her free hand while still proceeding with the finger-fucking which she hoped would bring her aroused body the feeling of satisfaction which she intuited to be possible.
Suddenly, as if a dam were bursting and flooding from within her, she felt a paroxysm of juicy pleasure swell up inside her vagina and begin to spill out in long undulating rhythmic pulsations. She was having a different feel than what she was accustomed to. It had never been like this. This was different. She kept her finger sliding in the confines of her vagina and worked at the bud of her clitoris with one knuckle, and she felt the building sensations of the flood within grow larger and stronger with every stroke.
"Ooooh," she murmured whimperingly under her breath, a gurgle in her throat reminding her of her own voice, and she began to feel the overwhelming sensations of a first orgasm overtaking her young, teenager body.
A moment later and it was all over. She didn't know that she could have gone on ... and on ... but she did know, from the spot on her bed, from the way she'd flooded and juiced around her own fingers, that she had indeed had a cum of some sort.
What she couldn't understand, though, was why she'd been thinking of her father's penis in the process. Why did the notion of sex with her own father seem to haunt her like some wicked ghost.
She changed the linen in the dark of the bedroom and climbed naked under the new, fresh sheets. Her body felt sensationally alive, but in her mind she felt guilty and worried. Had she done something wrong? Was this the way it was supposed to be?
That was what happened that previous Thursday evening. There was no longer any way to deny that. She was a different kind of virgin now, and there was no going back on it.
The guilty thoughts about sex had been bothering Cindy for the previous four days, and that was why she'd driven out onto the bluff that night, to think about what had happened that previous Thursday. And now she had a clear perspective.
CHAPTER THREE
Starting up the car and heading off of the bluff back towards town, Cindy breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to have thoughts of that Thursday night in order. Otherwise they just kept bothering her and making her feel distinctly uncomfortable. At least now she knew that she'd hurt no one, that she was willing to think about things, and that no matter what, she hadn't given way to Chris completely.
When she pulled up in front of the house, she saw an unfamiliar car parked next to the driveway. She wondered if perhaps her father had brought home that same woman from Thursday evening. She parked just behind the other car and got out of her own car cautiously.
From the inside of the house were coming the sounds of adult laughter and party behavior. There was a radio beaming loudly and the clink of glasses. Sometimes the laughter was raucous and bawdy, and then it would die down into softness and chatter.
Cindy's father was forever bringing home strange people and inviting them to drink with him. Then, after spending the night "living it up," he would come into Cindy's room and tell her how she'd been a rotten daughter to him, how she'd probably betrayed him sexually by going out and dirtying herself with some teenager from the high school. Once he even accused her of having been the seductress of little boys. She resented him awfully for such insinuations and accusations, but really there was very little she could do. She only hoped that he would get drunk enough to simply pass out instead of badgering her.
So it was that she was none too serious about getting into the house just now. Instead, thinking to wait things out a bit, she sat on the porch and bided her time. She could hear what was going on inside.
"You listen to me," said the voice of a woman who was slurring with excessive drink. "I seen plenty of kids out there these days-they get it on at the drop of a hat. Don't matter if they're twelve or twenty, just fuck their brains out. Just like that."
"Hey, honey," said a male's voice, "you like that idea, don't you? Tell the truth now, don't you!"
"Get yer hands off me, you big clod-I like sex, sure, but not with the likes of you."
"What a bitch ...!"
Cindy recognized the last voice, for it was her father's. He continued, too:
"I'm gonna have me some of this one here," he said. "Hold onto her a bit there, Leonard. Get her by the legs ... "
"Let go of me, you two! Let go! God damn it, I said get off! You hear me?! Get the hell-"
There was a loud crack, the sound of a hand hitting flesh, and next there came a short, stifled scream. "Ooooh," groaned the woman, "you brutes ... You awful, filthy-"
There was a scuffling sound. Cindy jumped to her feet. She'd seen nights like this before, and she knew her father wasn't likely to be in a good mood after such an event as this. She hopped down the stairs and headed for the car as quickly as she could. She turned on the engine and took a last look at the front porch.
The door burst open and a red-headed woman in a black dress tugging on a fur coat was heading down the steps. Behind her were two men. One was Cindy's father and the other was a friend of his from work. "Come on," yelled the friend, "you don't have to be like that ... What the hell are ya thinkin' about? You think we meant it? Come on back here ... Please ... ?"
"Not on my life," hollered the red-head, and with that she was getting into her car just ahead of Cindy's.
"Say," shouted Cindy's father, "there's my daughter, the little bitch! I bet she was listenin' in on the whole fuckin' show. Come on up here, Cindy. Get outta that car an ... "
Seeing her father heading towards the car, Cindy put the engine in gear and stepped on the gas. The tires turned to smoke and laid out a long, thick tread of black rubber.
"Oh, boy," she hissed out loud as she peeked back in the rearview mirror and saw her father standing on the curb and shaking his fist after her, "I'm gonna be in big trouble when I get home tonight ... Oh, Jesus ... " She was honestly frightened, terrified, of what her father would most likely do when she returned that evening.
At the next signal, when the woman with the red hair pulled up alongside her, Cindy couldn't help but take a look. The woman appeared to be pretty and about twenty-five years old. It didn't make sense. Why would such a pretty woman spend time with a drunk like Cindy's father? She couldn't figure it out. The light changed and the woman drove off up the boulevard. Cindy made a right, heading for Chris's house. She had to go somewhere, and Chris, she felt, was someone to be trusted. Five minutes later she was out of the car and knocking at his apartment door.
CHAPTER FOUR
What shocked Cindy when the door opened was not the fact that Chris was wearing only a towel, but that he had on his face the look of a stranger. It was as if he hardly recognized her.
"Ch-Chris," she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be in bed or something. I thought that-"
"Never mind that, baby," said Chris, a sly smile coming onto his lips. "Just come on in. Don't worry about a thing." He pulled her by the arm and indicated with the expression on his face that she should follow his orders.
She was in no mood to lose trust of this young man just now. After all, her father had frightened her terribly, hollering after her in the street and all, so why not accept whatever kindness her boyfriend might have to offer?
But no sooner did she step into the living room when she had the shock of a lifetime. Sitting naked on the living room sofa was a young woman with dark hair and large breasts, casually sitting with her legs crossed and smoking a cigarette.
"Hullo, Cindy," said the dark-haired woman. "I'm glad to meet you." She stood up and started toward Cindy. "Chris has told me a lot about you. I think it's just about time that we got to know each other."
Cindy smiled nervously and then turned frantically to Chris. "Wh-Who's that? I-I-I-"
"Calm down," said Chris, closing the front door to the apartment and latching it. He turned to Cindy. "I guess I can get rid of this towel-now that I know it's you."
And with no further mention of it, Chris removed his towel and threw it casually onto the table in the kitchenette. "I meant to tell you, honey, but I just couldn't. This is Sherry. She's been a friend of mine for a long time. We're kind of old buddies."
"Old buddies," said Sherry, sitting down again and picking up her cigarette. "We used to be lovers, but when he met you, we became buddies ... " She smiled at Cindy. "I must say, he's got good taste." She took a long drag on her cigarette and smiled at Cindy who was still too startled to say even one word.
"I guess we've kind of shocked you," said Chris. "I just didn't want to hide anything from you, baby." He started towards her, with his arms outstretched, as if to embrace her.
Cindy looked down at his naked loins and hairy thighs, between which hung his flaccid but large member. She'd never seen him in such a bright light as that afforded by the living room lamps, and the sight of his thick, mushroom-headed cock took her quite by surprise. She didn't know whether to scream or faint. It was so disarming to see him simply naked and coming at her in total innocence.
And yet it was odd, too, because the other woman was sitting naked on the sofa. It was too much to believe. She felt dizzy and uncomfortable.
"I better sit down," she said softly. "I don't quite understand all of this." Her head was spinning. She'd narrowly escaped a punishment from her father, only to stumble into the makings of some lewd kind of involvement with her boyfriend and ... and ... and another woman! God, it was too much to believe or understand?!!
She took a chair at the kitchen table and faced away from Chris and Sherry. "Would you mind putting some clothes on! Both of you?" She shook her head from side to side. "Before we talk about anything else?"
"Now come on, Cindy, you're a big girl now and it's about time you checked out what sex was all about. There's no reason on earth for you to be, so shy about something so natural."
"Oh, my God." said Cindy, "I don't believe I'm hearing this. I'm leaving." She started to stand, but she felt Chris's strong hands pressing down, on her shoulders, keeping her tightly pinned in the kitchen chair. "I want to go," she said, word by word, announcing her anger in this one short sentence. "I came here to get away from my obnoxious father and now I'm confronted with-"
"Cindy," said Sherry softly from the sofa. "I think you should give it a chance. Chris really loves you, and he's told me all about you and your Dad ... how the old man makes passes at you ... and how you've been putting it off with him ... and well, you know, I think you ought to get some relief someplace ... I mean, really, we're all human, ya know."
"Damn! No!" said Cindy. "I want to go home."
"No way, baby," said Chris, his hands slipping down over Cindy's shoulders. "No way." She watched his fingers cupping her blouse where her breasts were. "I've waited too long for something like this, and now there just no way to stop me-or us!" He looked over his shoulder at Sherry. Then he turned back to Cindy. "I'm not gonna hurt you, honey, but I won't take no for an answer tonight. You hear me? No more putting me off. Sherry agrees with me. So you just cooperate and we'll talk about it afterwards ..."
Cindy felt her entire body shaking with fright as she heard Chris saying all of this. Something repulsed her about the manner in which he was making his wishes known, but something about the wishes themselves definitely attracted her. She hated to admit it, but there was a chance that he was right, that it was time for her to give way to him, to give him what she wanted.
Instantly, though, the thought of her father came to mind, and for a moment she once again pictured the woman in bed with her father on Thursday night. She didn't know why, but it repulsed her. She wanted to resist Chris in every way possible. She didn't want to be dirty like the woman in bed with her father ... and yet ...
"Oh, God, Chris, no ... I'm a virgin, darling. You know that! I just can't!" She turned around and faced him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sherry smiling pleasantly on the sofa. "I just couldn't, darling." Her voice was reaching the tone of a pathetic whimper. She was frightened and concerned that Chris wasn't going to listen to her this time. The look in his eyes was intense and lustful. "Please?" she begged. Her eyes fell downwards from his face and caught sight of his fingers which were fondling the tip of his cock, stretching the skin of his prick so that the male column of flesh was stiffening before her very eyes.
"No, baby," he said, "tonight we go all the way. We just have to ... You know what I mean? We can't stop anymore. You know what I mean? I don't want to stop anymore. I love you and I want to fuck you."
Something in his voice suggested that he meant what he said, and somehow Cindy felt that there was going to be no escaping him this time. She felt her heart thundering in her chest and the rush of blood that followed. She turned her eyes away from his crotch, trying to think what to say to stave him off. Nothing came to mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
Burt Porter stood drunkenly on the front porch of his house. "That daughter of mine has got another think coming if she thinks she can run off like that and not deal with me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Burt," said the man with him. "Too bad about that redhead, too, ya know?!"
"Yeah," said Burt Porter, "but ya know what? I'm gonna get me some tail tonight anyhow. I know what Cindy's up to, and I know what she deserves from me on account of it-a good lickin'! That'll put her in order! And I know where to find her, too. Come on, let's get goin' over there and show my daughter a thing or two about real life, eh?"
The other man handed Burt a bottle of bourbon, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin', Burt?"
"I sure as hell am," said Burt Porter. "She can fuck her tail off with these guys who are complete strangers, well, she can give her Paw a little action, too, eh?" He smiled and swilled down the liquor. His mind was blazing with thoughts of lust and bourbon all tied together. He was looking for revenge, and he'd even use his daughter's sex to get it for himself.
"You drive, my man," said Burt Porter, stumbling down off the porch. "You go up to Broadway and make a right. He's about fifteen minutes drive from here. We'll show her a thing or two. Oh, yeah, we'll show her ... "
CHAPTER SIX
"Please, no! You know I'm virgin, darling! Please!" Cindy suddenly feared the loss of virginity more than anything in her life. She wanted to remain a pure woman, as pure as possible anyhow, and for the past several months it had been with that reasoning that she'd held Chris off.
"It doesn't matter anymore," said Chris. "Take off your clothes. Get up, damnit! Take 'em off!"
He took hold of Cindy by the arm and yanked her up out of the chair. "Now get goin'," he said, "and get undressed. I waited a long time. Call it good luck, call it bad luck, I don't care-tonight's the night."
"I can't," moaned Cindy in a pitiable whimper. "Please don't make me, darling. Please?" Before the words ceased ringing in her ears, his hand had come slapping down across her face, and for the first time since she'd known him, the man she claimed to love had struck her. He was crouched naked in front of her like a tiger about to spring, too, and she felt a horrible fear creep over her nerves She was afraid that he was going to strike her again, and that he was going to actually hurt her badly if necessary. The tears began to well up in her eyes and she could feel her young body giving way to sobs of fear and submission.
"Come on," said Chris, his impatient eyes glaring. He looked around at Sherry. "What do you think?"
"I think she's scared of fucking," said Sherry, putting out her cigarette and stretching out on the sofa. "And I think you ought to show her what it's all about."
"Right," said Chris, turning back to Cindy. He lifted his hand, as if to strike again, and Cindy cowered before him like a frightened puppy.
"No ... noooo," she whimpered, "don't hit me! Please don't hit me! I'll ... " She lowered her head, and like an automaton she grabbed the lowest button of her blouse. It was like making a count-down as each button pushed through the material to become undone, and these were her fingers doing it! Her long blonde hair fell forward, the tips just reaching the points of her round, large breasts, and as she slipped out of her sweater, she almost unconsciously flipped her hair back. She caught herself, realizing that only her brassiere now covered her naked upper torso, and she left it on hoping that a miracle would occur to save her.
"Come on, come on," said Chris impatiently. Cindy could see he was anxious to get his hands on her breasts. "Get 'em off, or you're going to get hit again!" he said threateningly. She was surprised to see him acting this way. Usually he was so calm and methodical, even about her resistance, and it was strange to see him angry and charged up like this.
She whimpered silently, knowing from the pain that still stung in her cheek that there was going to be no escaping the inevitable, and she unbuttoned the catch at the side of her short skirt, letting it fall down the length of her long, tapering legs to the ground. She didn't want to look up and see his hungry eyes, but she could feel them, as if they were actually burning holes through her scant panties and brassiere. It was lewd and debasing, but she couldn't stand the thought of having him hit her again. But because of Sherry's presence on the sofa, she felt somehow that there was a chance of being saved, as if the other woman would somehow step in and not permit this to continue.
Without looking at Chris, Cindy reached as slowly as possible around her back, until she felt the hooks holding her brassiere over her full breasts. She stretched the elastic backing, then loosened the three hooks one at a time, but she had to let them go. The brassiere fell from her breasts like it was propelled, and the round firm mounds of flesh stood out naked and proud from her body. A strange feeling came over her when she saw that the pink nipples were hard and erect, like icing on the cake, and she knew they were getting involuntarily excited by the mere fact of being naked in front of Chris and a strange woman. She glanced up at him and she blushed when she saw the expression on his face. He was staring directly at her naked breasts, his mouth open as though surprised by what he saw.
She looked at Sherry on the sofa, and she, too, was staring wide-eyed and entranced.
"They're beautiful," said Chris. He reached out to touch them, as if to make sure they were real. Cindy started to lurch backwards, but he caught her by the arm with his strong left hand and held her while his right squeezed the, soft flesh of her breast
"Ooooouuuu! Pleaseeee! God, I ..." The words caught in her throat as she felt the exciting sensation of his fondling fingers closing around the tip of her nipple. Suddenly, her legs felt like they were going to fall out from under her body, and she collapsed heavily into his arms. His response was instantaneous as he caught and lifted her into his strong arms, then gently lowered her near naked body onto the center of the living room floor. When her head rested against the carpet, Cindy opened her eyes and not inches away were Chris's eyes. He was smiling broadly, and she groaned and closed her eyes tightly as he leaned forward to kiss her.
"How can you," she moaned to herself in her mind's eye, thinking about the shock of having discovered him in his apartment with this other woman Sherry, and wondering how she could possibly permit him to kiss her in front of this other naked woman. "Ooohh, Goddddd ..!"
His mouth seemed to work her lips open, and his lips pressed fully against her own, while his tongue shot forward into the depths of her throat. It caught Cindy by surprise, and she responded unconsciously, uncertain whether it was to save her from being slapped more or to please her own bodily inclinations, but whatever the reason, she was sucking and nibbling lightly on his tongue. His fingers continued playing skillfully with the erect tip of her breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling it sensationally between them. Her whole body was reacting just like it had the previous Thursday evening in his car, the last time she'd been with him, and in a way, nothing was different. Except that this time, she felt, there would be no way to stop him.
Suddenly Chris's nakedness impinged itself on Cindy's consciousness. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, and the pressure of it was so great that she could feel the blood pumping through it. She remembered how she had longed for such a thing as this the previous Thursday, and now, as she lay underneath him, it terrified her to think it was actually going to happen!
"Stop! Please stop! I can't let you do it! You'll hurt me! Oh, God! Pleaseee!" Cindy struggled as he seemed to be all over her body, every pore being touched by some part of him in preparation for a final assault on her technically virgin pussy. She couldn't let that happen, not if she was going to face her father ever again! She had to stop him before it was too late! In desperation she tried to raise her knees up, thinking she might knock him off, but the best she could do was lift one leg far enough to have it trapped back by Chris's quick reactions. He had her helplessly pinned down to the carpet, her position even worse than it had been before.
"I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to make it good," he said in a low, deliberate voice. The underlying threat was ever present, that he would hit her on the face, slap her and hurt her, if she didn't cooperate. Turning her head to one side, Cindy stared out at the naked feet which dangled from the sofa behind her. Sherry was sitting there watching. Why didn't that woman help? Was she so crass that she didn't even care? There was no one come to save her she realized, and she closed her eyes tightly, seeking the strength to withstand Chris's assault. He might succeed in fucking her body, but she was not going to let his kisses excite her! If he was going to rape her, she was determined to show no response!
Chris felt Cindy's body relax, and her resistance to his assault was easing up even more. He knew exactly what was happening. He chuckled lightly to himself as he carefully examined her full round breasts. They were like two white mountains, firm and solid, and the pink caps were hardened and pointing straight up at him. He was amazed that they didn't sag as he had thought they would, and he again closed his hand around one. Cindy didn't make a sound as he opened his mouth and took the pink nipple inside. He closed his hot lips slowly around the hardened bud, while his tongue rolled wetly across it. Then he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth, biting down on it with his sharp teeth.
"Ooooou!" the helpless girl tried to contain her cry, but it seemed to come out of her mouth in spite of her efforts. She felt a flashing sensation dart through her chest and down to her belly, and her pleasured response was automatic. It was as if a fire had been ignited in her womb, and she jerked her legs against the tight grip which Chris maintained over her. She tried to ignore the lewdly rising sensations, but he didn't stop or let up even for a moment. He sucked hungrily on her breasts as his teeth took hot little nips at the sensitive tip, and the flashes of pleasure ran wildly over all the nerves in her body, beyond her control.
"You know," said the voice of Sherry from behind, low and lusty and coming closer, "I think I might like to try some of that action myself, Chris."
"Sure," he said whispering to her over Cindy's face and well rounded breasts, "come on and join me." He lifted his face up and concentrated on just one of Cindy's breasts. Cindy couldn't believe what suddenly was happening. Sherry, the woman who'd remained silent for so long, was now on her hands and knees hovering over Cindy with her mouth only an inch from Cindy's right breast. "Oooh, God, nooo!" cried the inhibited teenager, unable to believe what was about to happen, and before she could protest even mildly a second time, Sherry's mouth and lips clamped onto the extended upwardly pointing breast. Her lips sucked at the frozen nipple and her teeth lightly pinched it off, giving Cindy now the feel in both breasts-for Chris continued in the same manner on the left- that she was being stimulated beyond her capacity to withstand it. The hungry sucking at her breasts was bringing flashes of pleasure to play all over her body, and making it more and more difficult to withstand the excitement of it all.
Chris wanted to laugh. For now, with Sherry's help, Cindy's resistance was breaking down even more. He found the beginnings of light curling fuzz as he worked his probing fingers toward her pubic mound, and he visualized the sparse patch of her pubic hair as his fingers inched closer and closer to the narrow slit of her virgin cunt. Extending his middle finger like a pointer, he found the firm lips of her pussy, and forcing them apart, he pressed his finger against the hardened tip of her clitoris.
"Keep sucking her breast," he ordered Sherry as he pressed into wet contact with the nerve-laden clitoral bud.
"Ooooouuuuuuu!" Cindy cried out as the electric bolt of pleasure shot up her spine from the pressure of flesh making contact with her nerve ending. The sensations in her body were betraying her mind, and for a moment she forgot that she was being forced, that a woman as well as a man was enjoying her body, and she could only think of the pleasure that the finger twisting between the silky lips of her cunt was giving. She could feel it pressing into her cunt and sliding against her sensitized clit, pressing in her vagina until she could hardly keep from screaming with joy! She reached out and wrapped her arms around Sherry's licking face and against Chris's head, holding his face still pressed against her left breast, and she held him tightly, both of them in fact, while his finger played over her moistened vagina.
Knowing that Cindy was temporarily caught up in the sensations of the teasing at her breasts and the flicking at her clit, Chris held back doing what he was most anxious to do. He wanted to get a close look at her virgin pussy, to clearly see what he was feeling with his finger, but he hesitated in the hope that he could arouse her beyond the point of any resistance. He continued sucking on her breast while he worked his middle finger down the narrow, hair-lined slip of her pussy. Feeling the moisture from her lubricating fluid, he dipped his finger toward the virginal orifice, and finding it, pushed the tip inside the tight passage. The elastic-like opening resisted him for a moment, then gave way to his unrelenting pressure, and his extended finger slid smoothly up the warm, tight channel until the palm of his hand was pressed against her cunt.
"Oooohhh ... God!" Cindy exclaimed loudly as the sensation raced through her body to her brain. Who it was holding her to the carpet-a man and a woman-was completely forgotten. It could as well have been anyone's finger probing down between her thighs, as the obscenely beautiful sensation was all that dominated her mind for the moment. It felt too good to resist, and she wiggled her buttocks as the finger fucked into her.
His cock twitched as he felt the tightness of her cunt around his digit, and Chris didn't want to wait any longer. If Cindy started resisting his actions, he would have Sherry simply hold her down. He could take care of that kind of resistance easily enough. He'd waited a long time for this moment, and there wasn't much sense in waiting longer.
He raised his head from her saliva, soaked breast and moved his mouth down over her smooth flat belly, and with his left had he pulled at the filmy material of her panties. Cindy was lost in a helpless passionate daze as she lifted her buttocks from the carpet to make the removal of her panties easier, and Chris quickly slid them down over her comely thighs to her feet. He almost laughed aloud when her naked legs kicked the panties away and when she spread her legs apart as if inviting him to do as he pleased. She was completely naked and open, and Chris paused to look at the sheer sensuality of her virgin body. He had never seen her as purely attractive as this, as sexually arousing as possible. His cock jerked with excitement just from the sight of her, and he rolled in between her outstretched legs as he pulled his finger from her warm wet passageway.
Cindy thought that her heart was pounding inside her brain as she felt the passionate juices flowing through her naked body. She could feel the heat of her own flesh bending her mental will from resistance to submission, and suddenly she felt the strange presence of Sherry's lips wrapped around her breast, and she realized once and for all that her body was in a state of arousal she had never known possible. She just couldn't bring herself to stop at this instant the incredible pleasure of it all. But then, when the long middle finger pulled from the tightness of her pussy, she wondered what form of pleasure would come her way next? And finally, she thought to herself, If I'm going to stop him, it must be now! I must stop him now!
Before she could think about it, though, she felt something pressing at her vagina again. It was Chris and he was leaning into the narrow space between her slick inner thighs. Pressing his thumbs into the lips of her vagina, he slowly parted the narrow, hair-lined slit until the pink, moist flesh was open to his gaze. The erect bud of her clitoris was throbbing with excitement and leaning close, he flicked his tongue teasingly at it.
"Aagggg! Oooouuuu! Godddd!" Cindy moaned loudly as she felt the pleasure of his tongue whipping at her sensitive, galvanized nerve end. It was what she had been expecting, and yet, even as the pleasure charged her flesh, she found herself saying, This is obscene ... He's putting his tongue in there, in my cunt ... He shouldn't be doing that ... Not until ... "Oooomuuuu, Goddddddd!"
For an instant she lost track of everything, as she felt the sensations between her trembling thighs that reminded her of the previous Thursday evening. Against his tongue she pressed her pubic mound in the hopes of getting more of the same, in the hopes of eliminating from her brain the last vestiges of painful guilty resistance.
"Alright," she heard a voice say, "you lick her some, and then I'll fuck her ... "
What on earth! Who was going to lick her? Fuck her? She felt her brain reeling, as if somehow she were fainting away even as she lay on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs. It was Sherry, the other woman, and she was actually starting to lean into the narrow space between Cindy's legs.
"Get her good and ready," said Chris who stood up alongside and stroked his jerking cock from time to time as he watched the lewd spectacle of one woman eating another's pussy. "Get her nice and hot and wet, cause I got big plans for her cunt. I waited a long time for this, Cindy, and I got great big plans."
"Godddddd," cried Cindy, beside herself with joy and guilt at the incredible sensations which licked like flame between her outstretched thighs. She wondered when this devilish torture would end and found herself, despite what was going on in her mind, spreading her legs wider, opening herself even more to the fantastic Lesbian licking now underway, between her inner thighs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I remember when she was fourteen," said Burt Porter drunkenly. "I'd have given anything to have her then. Her Maw was around back then, though. Here, turn here!" He pointed at the right hand side of Broadway. "That punk she's goin' with lives up here about ten minutes or so."
Anslinger looked at Porter. "We gonna do to your daughter what I think we're gonna do?"
Burt Porter took a long slug of liquor from his open bourbon bottle and looked out the front window of the car.
"Hey Burt," said the other man, "you hear me? We gonna do-?"
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," said Burt Porter. He was thinking about his teenage daughter's lovely voluptuous body, about her girlish thighs, about her well-rounded breasts and her pretty face. "I dunno what we're gonna do. Just keep drivin' ... "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sherry's head bobbed low between Cindy's outstretched and quivering thighs. She worked her tongue gleefully around the throbbing hard bud, and she thought Cindy's transition from a sobbing young innocent to a lusting bitch was making remarkable progress. Sherry could tell that Cindy was far from willing and able, but she certainly was coming along.
Cindy was exuding sexuality-despite her mental resistances-and Sherry was helping to bring it out of her. Opening her mouth, Sherry pressed her lips around the tiny clit and sucked it into her wetness. The scent of Cindy's cunt was fantastic, and she clamped her teeth down on the clit, making Cindy yell loudly with excitement.
Cindy's cry was so loud that Chris nearly interfered. But he knew that Sherry was expert at things sexual and sensual, and that there was no reason to stop the girls. He took a seat on the sofa and enjoyed the spectacle of watching Sherry's head sliding up and down between Cindy's legs.
I guess a girl can eat out another girl just about perfect, he mused, on account of her knowing every angle of her own body. He watched and took mental notes as Sherry's tongue lollied about here and there between Cindy's thighs. He noted especially the way Sherry concentrated special attention on Cindy's clitoral bud and the way she tweaked and teased it with her lips and her tongue. His cock pounded with the pressure of his fat flowing blood, and his balls felt like they were near to bursting with sperm. He knew he would soon be fucking that delicious little angel, that he would have to fuck her soon or he would cum all over the living room just from thinking about it. He had an erection that wouldn't stop throbbing!
For her part, Sherry was getting rather aroused from licking out Cindy's vagina. She took to spreading the lips of Cindy's cunt even wider by using her thumbs. For a moment she lifted her head from Cindy's clit and ran her wet tongue down the pink, moist valley toward the opening of her vagina. Finding it, she pressed her mouth against the warm flesh, and using her tongue like a hot probe, she flicked it out at the tight little orifice. Feeling Cindy's immediate jerking response, she plunged her tongue down the tight passageway, burrowing into her depths. Stretching her tongue as far as possible, she licked at the smooth wet satiny walls, tasting the warm, pungent heat of her passion while her mind filled with lewd images of all the things the three of them could be doing together in the next few hours.
"Ooooouuuu ...! Oooohhh! Uuugghhh!" cried Cindy in desperation, unable to deny the intense effects of this accurate licking on her insides. She was becoming delirious with the burning sensation of mounting passion and intense pleasure that the other woman's tongue was working into her belly. It was what she had long been denied when she was growing up, and now that she was getting just a taste of it-presumably against her will-it was too much to deny. She ground her ass around and around in wanton passion with the oral fucking continuing to make her heave with more and more desire. She didn't care about her virginity just then, and she had no idea what she would say if someone asked her about morals. What counted at that instant above all else was having her cunt kissed until all hell froze over. She didn't care about anything!
"Ooooh, Godddddd!" she cried out, suddenly coming to her senses. "You have to stop! Please ... noooo moooorrrreeee!"
She started to sit up but Chris was too quick for her. He bounced up off the sofa and took hold of her hands in a kneeling position from behind her. "Keep licking," he instructed Sherry. "Don't stop now. She was just about to give in. Keep kissing her pussy."
Sherry smiled and dutifully continued licking out Cindy's cuntal passage. The hot little nerve-laden bud of the teenager's clitoris was throbbing ecstatically, despite what Cindy said. The little pink flesh of her cunt, too, was swollen up with erotic blood and it was clear that she was on the verge of letting loose. Her vagina was probably pulsating inside in ways that she never knew possible.
Cindy wouldn't have imagined in a thousand years that she could ever approve of such vile, dirty actions. It was so obscene to have another woman licking her pussy, and that was part of her reluctance to give way and submit entirely. But on the other hand, how would Chris have ever even guessed to kiss her cunt this way? It was so perfect ... so vile and yet so right!
And suddenly the lust producing tongue was gone from the confines of her moist velvety vagina. She opened her eyes as though startled back into reality and looked around. "What are you going to do now?"
"Not me," said Chris. "You. You're going to get a little lesson in oral sex, sweetheart. And then I'm going to fuck you, just the way you've been promising me all along."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Cindy. "What do you mean, the way I've been promising you?"
"You know what I mean. Well, you've been leading me on and promising me that someday we'd do it right. Well, today's the day. Just get over there and watch what Sherry does for me. And then you're going to do the same."
"I-I-I don't understand, Chris, darling. Please don't talk so rough to me? Please?"
"Get over there," said Chris, "and watch what Sherry does for me."
She cowered against the sofa as he roughly pressed her away from him. Sherry was suddenly on her knees in front of him, her hands wrapping and slipping around his male hips. She let her fingers glide into place around the thickness of his prick shaft and used her palms to support his testicles from underneath.
"You see how she takes hold of me? With both hands?" His voice was somber and instructive at the same time, as if to say to his girlfriend, You better learn all of this, and learn it right, or else!
Sherry's tongue darted out at the little slit in the head of his stiffened penis. She licked the spongy tip in one long splayed out-stretching, and then she went sliding down the side of the ridged erection. She licked down to the base of the hardness and then circled back up, like a barber shop stripe, until she arrived at the mushroom head again. Then she plopped the thickened tip all the way into the wet heat of her mouth, so far that the thick tip pressed into the hollow of her satiny slick cheek.
"Oooh, yeah," he growled at her, "that's the way, Sherry. Keep on suckin' me, honey. Oooh, don't stop."
Cindy was aghast. Not only had she been forced to undress in front of this strange woman, made to subjugate her desires to the same woman, but now that girl was sucking off her lover, Chris. "I can't believe you're making me watch this," she scolded them both, and she started up off the sofa.
"Sit down," snapped Chris, pulling his cock out of the grip and oral sanctuary of Sherry's mouth. "Sit down and stay put or so help me I'll make this miserable for you instead of a simple little lesson ... "
"Oooh, God," she moaned, helpless to do anything but cooperate. She sat back down under pressure from his glare and remained sitting and watching.
"Alright," he said to Sherry. "Show her the rest."
Sherry took up her two handed, oral position on hands and knees in front of him, holding his cock and pressing her tongue around the tip of the spongy head. She licked the underside of the cock column and worked at wetting down every inch of the ridged shaft. Finally, in a graceful moment of total oral surrender, she opened up her mouth and relaxed her throat in such a way that his prick appeared to float out of sight into the depths of her deep inner neck. Her ovalled lips sandwiched and kissed at the base of his shaft with his lust-heated testicles slapping against her chin.
Cindy could not believe her eyes. Chris's cock seemed to disappear into the other woman's face. Only his testicles remained in view. Slowly but surely he took up a rhythm of slipping his prick in and out of the ovalled wetness. His hips slipped up and down and his prick worked piston-like, back and forth in Sherry's mouth. Every now and then the blue-veined thickness came entirely into view and ceased moving while Chris took a breath. And all the time that he was involved in working his penis in and out of her mouth, she was sliding and manipulating his testicles with her long white fingers. There was a clicking and smacking noise from her tongue and wet lips slipping along the hardness, and every now and then his testicles made a lewd slapping sound as they bounced lightly upon her chin. Then she reached around and took hold of the cheeks of his hard pressing ass and ground him forward into her face. She pulled him up against her mouth and worked her tongue and lips hard against his cock. Her fingers kneaded his ass flesh while his prick descended into the depths of her hungrily swallowing throat.
"Oooooooh, God," cried Cindy, unable to believe the sight before her very eyes. "I don't believe it!"
"Yeah," grunted Chris, his furious passion mounting with every stroke into the depths of Sherry's face. "Ain't that something?" He put his hands around Sherry's face and worked his hips one more time so that his cock disappeared into her face again. Then he pulled his penis out of her mouth the way a pirate in an old movie might pull a sword from a scabbard and he turned to Cindy. "Now it's your turn," he said.
Her eyes were fixed on the saliva soaked hardness that he held in his hand and pointed at her. The slit in the tip of his cock-head stared at her like the angry eye of Satan.
"No," she said, shaking her head in furious resistance, "I won't ... I won't ... I-"
His hand came down around her face in a long arch as if in slow motion. But the effect was not slow. It was fast. A crack, a smacking sound jarred her face and head, and then she knew, she'd been hit and hard, too, and when she righted herself and felt a fresh stream of tears running hotly down her cheeks, she could hear her own voice, and she was saying, "Oh, alright! Please, don't hit me ... Please ... ?"
"Take my cock," he said, "and I won't hit you."
She was sitting on the sofa. He took a step forward and his crotch was within reach of her hands. "Take your cock?" she stammered, still not completely recovered from his abusive smack.
"Yes," he said, "take it and suck me."
"Oooo, yes," she agreed, confused and bewildered. She had no choice. She reached out and tentatively took the male hardness in her fingers. She wrapped her tiny hands around the blood-engorged shaft. It was hot flesh in her bony digits. She could feel the ridged cartilage in her fingers, and the testicles slipped up against her knuckles. The little bristly hairs frightened her and encouraged her at the same time. She didn't know which way to turn. She looked up at him like a frightened puppy.
"Put it in your mouth," he told her harshly. "Now."
She bowed her head slightly and accepted the thickness of his male organ into the ovaling of her teenager lips.
CHAPTER NINE
"There's the house," said Burt Porter. "Just pull up. Let's drink a little more first." He passed the bottle to Anslinger when the car had stopped. That man took a long swig of bourbon. Then he passed the bottle back to Burt. "You finish it," said Porter, "I just wanna think about this for a minute."
"Don't get serious now, Burt." said Leonard Anslinger. "She's been actin' like a tramp for a long time. You got to take thing in hand, ya know? You give your little girl one little lesson like this, and then she won't fool around with no bad guys ever again. You know?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," said Burt Porter. "But I don't know what she's doin' in there ... "
"We can find out, can't we?" said Anslinger.
"How?"
"We'll sneak up and look through the windows. If she's just in there having a glass of wine or somethin', we'll leave her be. Otherwise, you make up your own mind. How's that sound?"
"Sure," said Burt Porter. "Why not." He passed the half-empty fifth of bourbon back to Leonard, "Bring this. I have a hunch we're gonna need it."
They got out of the car and moved up towards the house in which Porter's daughter was suspected of being in. In a matter of a few seconds they'd found a window to use so that they could look in without being seen either from the street or from within.
"Go on," said Leonard. "That's why we came here-look! See your daughter." He drank from the bourbon bottle while Burt Porter stomped around in the bushes and pressed his nose against the glass.
CHAPTER TEN
"Suck it now! Suck it good, or I'll beat your ass until it bleeds!"
The words reverberated in Cindy's consciousness like the dialogue from a surreal melodrama. It was as if suddenly her lover, her boyfriend, her only mentor in the world of courtship had undergone a sort of Dr. Jeckyl-Mr. Hyde transformation, and now he was about to live out the Mr. Hyde version of his personality. It was awful to hear him acting this way, and yet there was nothing she could do to stop him. He had full control over her and there was no denying it.
His words, his vile attitude, everything about the situation made Cindy suddenly feel a strange masochistic madness. It was as if some new form of thinking suddenly took hold of her body. As he pulled her face toward the throbbing column of flesh protruding from his naked crotch, she opened her mouth to receive the cock that slid against the warm wetness of her lips and plunged all the way to the back of her throat in one long stroke that nearly gagged her.
Desperately, she elapsed a hand around the base as her tongue licked around it in circling motions in her struggle to keep from choking. The moment her mouth closed around the hard column, it seemed to come to life, jerking wildly with each touch of her swirling tongue. He held her head tightly in his two hands as he began to saw his cock in and out of her mouth and throat until Cindy could feel the hair of his groin brushing against her lips. Almost involuntarily, she bit down with her teeth, but it only seemed to make him thrust harder into her warm, wet cavity.
"Suck! Suck harder, Cynthia! You can do it!" he groaned ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her tortured throat as he felt his balls grow tight with the pressure of his cum. Just the sight of her young lipsticked mouth ovaled around his erect prick was enough to make him excited, and his lust grew with each bobbing motion of her head.
Her warm mouth was like butter as she took nearly the full length of the rigidly pulsating shaft into her throat, her tongue swirling maddeningly around the head of it, lashing at it like hot flames of desire. He dropped his hands from her face, lowering them to the round mounds of her full white breasts, and he pinched the erect nipples again, hard between his thumb and forefinger to elicit deep, throaty groans from her already lust-wracked body.
Cindy sucked to satisfy him, for she feared that this was her only means of escape. If she could get him to cum off in her mouth, then she could put an end to all of this humiliating submission. She could, once and for all, satisfy him and thus end the purpose she served for him. It would be over and that would be something.
Her head bobbed up and down the hard cock like a machine, and the masochistic joy of being used like a dirty slut permeated her body in tingling sensations of submissive surrender. It was the only reason to give way, to enjoy the perverse satisfaction of being used to the ultimate degree. She was not really giving way to her own desires, but to something more psychologically satisfying, something that would make none of this her own responsibility. She felt moisture forming down between the soft folds of her warm pussy, lubricating fluid to remind her of the growing passion in her abused young body. Digging her teeth into the hard, vein-lined flesh of his penis, Cindy backed away from his groin, leaving white lines the length of his column where the blood had been forced from the surface by her teeth.
She plunged her head back down again, taking nearly the full length of his cock back into the warm moisture of her mouth, while she nipped and licked and sucked on the pungent tasting flesh as if she wanted to consume all of him. It was the only answer to his all demanding desires-submission, plain and simple, and perhaps it would prevent him from actually fucking her in the cunt.
But the taste, the man's smell, all of the vile action was driving her into a fit of lust, and she slid her free hand down over the smooth skin of her belly, her middle finger searching out unconsciously the narrow slit of her own cunt. Her clitoris was throbbing like a wild creature with a mood of its own, and she touched it and then massaged it in submissive obedience to her demanding body.
Her long, blonde hair had fallen in great cascades of yellow flame around her bobbing head, and Chris was completely gone with his fit of passion. He'd never in a thousand years expected this kind of response from Cindy as she sucked his cock, and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He wanted to see her cheeks hollow and expand as his hot cum filled her mouth and belly, and he shoved his hips up, driving his swollen cock into the depths of her throat as the first joy of climax wracked his body.
"Eeeeeeeuuuuuuuuu! Swallow it, honey! Don't lose a drop, you little cocksucker! Get it all down! All of it!"
Cindy felt the head of his cock suddenly swell up larger and she knew instinctively that he was about to cum. She shoved her long middle finger into her cunt almost involuntarily. She knew this was a lewd, obscene thing to do, but she couldn't help herself. It was like masturbating. She just had to do it just now. She simultaneously felt the first hot blast of his cum fired into her throat and she gulped the hot semen down faster and faster according to his demands, her adams apple bobbing up and down in her frenzy to get all of the sticky fluid into her mouth that she could.
She swallowed the hot, boiling cream squirting into the back of her throat in great gulps, her cheeks bloating then hollowing as her warm cavity filled and emptied, over and over again. Chris's face was tensed into one huge wrinkle, as if the very breath had been sucked out of his tired body, but his cock kept firing out his cum while Cindy drove her finger furiously in and out of her clasping pussy. Her belly jerked and spasmed as she felt the wave of something hot and wet taking over her body, arid she clicked her tongue on the hot, spongy prick cap as though it were a prize possession never to be lost.
Suddenly, Chris's cock began to deflate, but Cindy aimed to keep hold of it with her mouth and lips because she wanted to be sure that Chris was completely satisfied for this was the only sure way she had of keeping him from actually fucking her. It was one thing to give way to a masochistic urge to submit, but it was entirely another to actually have intercourse with a man. Somehow, she could see herself fingerfucking her pussy and sucking off Chris's cock, but she could not imagine having his penis inside her vagina. That would be an immoral, vile thing to do.
When she thought he was completely satisfied, she pulled away and let go of his cock with her lips. He settled down on the sofa huffing and puffing and smiling. She had some cum dripping on her chin, and he found it especially amusing. "Wipe your mouth," he said. "I don't want to kiss a girl with jism on her lips."
She drew the back of her hand across her mouth and started to wipe it off on the sofa. "Not there," he said. "Lick it." Dutifully, she licked the back of her hand where the remaining cum was. "That's better," he said.
She looked over at Sherry who sat on the other side of the room. The other woman was smiling as though the whole spectacle pleased her immensely.
"Well, well, well," said Chris, reaching out and touching Cindy on the top of her smooth, girlish thigh, "I think we can just about consider you ready for something like a real fuck now, can't we?"
"Wh-What?" asked Cindy in disbelief. Her plan to appease his sensuous appetites by sucking Chris's cock had apparently failed. He still intended to have intercourse with her. She glanced down at his deflated cock hoping that it would be too soft to even imagine as capable. But already the mushroom headed thickness was getting stiff and standing upright again. "God no," she moaned, holding her head in her hands. "Please don't make me, Chris? Please ... ?"
"It's gonna be nice, honey," said Chris, putting his hand on her naked shoulder. "Me and Sherry fuck all the time and now, if you'll be doing it with me, I won't have to do it with Sherry any more. I'm sorry we had to be so brutal to you, but it seemed like the only way."
"I still don't want to do it, not inside me."
"Don't worry about a thing," said Chris. "It's gonna be fun."
He was pumping his spent prick, sliding his fingers up and down the skin of the shaft, and the blood reservoir of the spongy cap was filling quickly. Cindy tried to avert her eyes from the growing male column, but there was to be no denying its hardness. Already Chris was developing another thick pole of erotic impalement, and this time she knew there would be no stopping him. She turned to Sherry for assistance and felt suddenly, desperately, alone and naked.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ain't you seen enough, Burt?" asked Leonard Anslinger in a hiss at the outside window. "Your daughter's in there carrying on with that fellow like as though it were the end of the world!"
Burt took a long swig of bourbon and gulped the hot liquid down his throat. "I don't wanna go in yet," he said. "I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"You just wanna sit out here and watch her carry on like that."
"She ain't ready for what I got in mind for her, Leonard, and I wish you'd stop buggin' me about it. I know Cindy, and I know me, and I know what kind of punishment she's gonna git for what she's doin' in there. Now if you wanna talk about it or watch it some more, go on and do that. But if you wanna wait peaceably tell I say the time is right, that'll be so much the better ... "
Leonard Anslinger shook his head in disgust.
"Believe me," said Burt, handing him the bottle of booze, "I'm gonna go in there, Leonard. When I'm good and ready-and not before!" He chuckled hollowly and put his face back to the window. His eyes bulged as he watched his daughter without her knowing it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Please! I can't take you! It's too big!" She was grasping for something that might make him stop, even though she knew there was nothing. Her words seemed to drift into the night like useless waves of energy, and Chris acted like he hadn't heard a thing she said.
He came down close to her and took his long shaft in his hand, and moving his hips forward, he forced the rubbery head downwards toward the vaginal space between her inner thighs. He had one thing and one thing only on his mind, how to make contact between the tip of his prick and the soft folds of Cindy's vagina.
The generated warmth of her virgin cuntal passage made his cock twitch with urgency, and he hurriedly moved it up and down in the unprotected little slip, parting the hair-lined lips that protected the tiny throbbing mouth of her pussy. Cindy moaned when the tip of his penis brushed against the ends of her clitoris, but he was beyond hearing anything. His mind was concentrated on only one thing, and that was to fuck his lust-hardened cock into the sweet cunt that was nakedly open underneath him.
When he had himself positioned over the opening of her passage, he rolled over her body, readying himself to drive his excited member quickly inside her. For Chris it was all very simple. This woman that he loved had treated him the way a bitch treats a stranger for far too long. Now, finally, he was going to get some of what he so sorely deserved!
Knowing that the naked man on top of her was now no longer even similar to the man she loved, Cindy felt she could not reason with him. But she tried once more to plead for mercy. No longer was it a question of virginity, but she felt for sure that if he fucked into her cunt with that hefty cock, he would split her in half.
The blunt head of his penis seemed impossibly big, and she was half resigned to her fate, as there was no stopping Chris from fucking her now. The pressure against her moistly pulsating pussy became greater and greater until finally Cindy thought she was going to pass out from fear of how it would feel when he rammed it deep up inside her.
"Oh, wait! Pleaseeeee ...! I ... can't ... take ... it! Aaaggghhh!" Cindy begged as Chris pushed with unrelenting force against her cunt. It was like a tight elastic force against her pussy, and something inside, a kind of band, would not give way to his pressure. Perhaps, she reasoned frantically, it was the last remnants of her hymen, but whatever it was, he was continuing to push against it, shoving his hips forward, forcing his cock hard into the opening of her vagina. He spread his knees out to force Cindy's legs out further, and he knew that the moment was at hand when his cock suddenly with a slight wet noise popped inside the clasping entrance to her defensively clenched cunt.
"Aaaaaaagghhh!" Cindy closed her eyes as she felt the heat of flashing pain dashing through her body like a thousand missiles. Her vagina was stretched impossibly wide as it opened to take in the huge head of his penis, the pain becoming unbearable as he gained entrance completely to her virgin cunt. It was no longer virgin, she reasoned, and suddenly she was enraged in spite of the terrifying pain.
She tried her best to escape from the assault, squirming her buttocks down into the carpet in a desperate effort to back away from him, and she wanted to get her arms free of his hold to strike out at him for what he was doing. He would surely kill her if he went any deeper, she thought, and she squirmed fruitlessly, trying vainly to dig her buttocks down into the hard ground. But there was no escaping him. Her movements only seemed to make her position worse than ever, and looking down over the tips of her breasts, she could see that only an inch of his huge column had penetrated her defenseless body. She felt it was hopeless, and she resigned herself to what she thought would certainly be her death.
Cindy's struggle to get away from his lunging cock made Chris laugh, and he held her tightly against the floor so that her movements served only to excite him that much the more! The sensitive nerve at the head end of his penis was sending signals of pleasure down the length of his blood-filled shaft to his groin, and he thought he might squirt his heated load right then and there if he didn't thrust further into her virgin cunt. He was fully aware of the pain that Cindy was experiencing, but he figured that was the way she wanted it. Hell, a girl had to be busted completely once, he thought, and he flexed his cock preparatory to driving in deeper. The instant he felt her tension ease up, he lunged hard forward, sinking his cock another inch down into her vainly resisting cuntal passage.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagghh!" The pain was even worse than she imagined possible, and Cindy felt like she was finally going to faint into oblivion. She felt lost, and all of her resistance completely broke down as she relaxed to face the end. When Chris thrust forward again, driving his cock even deeper into her cunt, the pain was far less, but Cindy was not consciously aware that it had subsided. The agonizing pain of his initial entry was still dominating her mind, and her anger over being taken like this kept her mind spinning. She was determined not to let her body betray her again. He was not to have the satisfaction of knowing she was dangerously close to completely submitting. That would be just too humiliating!
For Chris, the tight, velvety pussy around his cock was sending such wild sensations through his body that he thought he would explode at any moment. He could only think to get his cock all the way inside this now hot little honey of a pussy before he shot his cum, and he shoved hard forward, driving his prick down the tight tunnel toward the maximum depths of her newly-stretched vagina. He slammed into her passage like a rampant bull in heat, his cock sizzling the juices of her lubricating fluid with his tremendous and sudden speed.
"Aaaaagghhhh! Uuuuuhhhgggghhhh!" she cried out in sudden desperation as the huge column of male flesh impaled into the depths of her young belly. The complete penetration came so suddenly, with such severity, that Cindy didn't know what hit her, and she tensed against the final humiliating blow. For an instant she felt suspended in air, floating dream-like above the earth, and then as if her whole world had suddenly crashed down, she recognized the aching pain deep in her womb as being caused by the head of his penis pressing into her cervix. The full length of her passage has been penetrated by Chris's hard lusting cock, and her virginity was no more! With thoughts of terrible depression and guilt upon her, she raised her eyes to see their lewdly tangled bodies. Chris's black pubic hair was entangled in her own light fuzziness, his groin pressed hard against her wide-spread cunt, and it staggered her imagination to think that his mammoth cock was buried all the way up inside her belly.
Chris had never been so aroused in his life, and he had to consciously fight off his immediate urge to cum. This was the moment he'd been waiting for practically forever, it seemed, and he didn't want to blow it in one quick ejaculation. Better to make this instant last for as long as possible! But the tremendous pressure in his balls made them throb with wanted release, and he knew that he couldn't hold back for long. There was just something exciting about the slow triumphant process of fucking a girl for the first time.
Flexing his cock to make it even larger, Cindy moaned as he gave her time to adjust to his size. He stared down into her eyes, knowing that she wasn't really seeing anything, and he decided right then and there that he would give her a fucking she would never forget. Sherry was probably pissed for having to wait so long and watch such a scene, but she was just going to have to wait until Chris was done with Cindy.
Slowly, then, he began to withdraw his penis from the newly-stretched virginal passage, and he raised his hips up until only the head end of his cock remained in her cunt. He was anxious to begin the rhythmic in and out motion of sexual contact, but he felt he could hold back long enough to bring the whimpering young blonde along with him. She seemed to be aware of what he was doing, so he smoothly ground his hardened rod back up inside the depths of her tightly squeezing womb.
"Ooooohhh! Pleasseeee!" Cindy cried as she felt his cock pushing deep inside her belly again, but she was fully aware that this time the pain was gone. A dull ache was all that was left of his first plunge, but then he was being more gentle. She was fully expecting him to start an unmerciful drive in and out of her battered pussy, and when he didn't, she became confused. He wasn't going fast enough to make it easy for her to shut him out, but instead, she was beginning to feel a new intensity of obscene unwanted desire grow within her. In some ways she didn't want to forget that this was an assault on her flesh, and in others she wanted to forget entirely and give way once and for all to the insane intensity of sexual arousal that was starting to creep up between her girlish thighs.
Chris rolled his hips in a steady motion, thrusting his cock in short teasing strokes to re-ignite the pure passion that he knew Cindy had harbored in her puritanical being. She had been like a wanton whore when he had his cock in her mouth, and he was determined to get the same reaction from her vagina. Shoving his hips forward in a smooth, downward motion, Chris felt the tight warm walls of her cunt wrap wetly around the length of his hardened column. He began to increase the tempo of his drive, making each successive stroke longer and harder, and she began to answer. He heard tiny whimpers from deep in her throat at first, and when he drove his cock down her clasping passage, she began to answer his thrust by involuntarily raising her hips upwards. It was happening slowly, but she was beginning to respond to his fucking, and Chris stared down at her taking in her full sensuousness, happy to know that deep down inside she was going to go all the way with him-whether she intended to or not!
Her long blonde hair was spilled haphazardly over the carpeting, serving as a golden frame for the simple beauty of her face. Her sensual lipstick-rimmed lips were slightly parted, and Chris wondered if she knew how hot her tongue looked when she licked them. It was enough to drive him crazy, he thought, and he shifted his eyes down to the space between their joined bodies, looking for more of the same inspirational sights. Her young pink cunt was clasped tightly around his blood-filled cock as he plunged it wetly into the heated depths between her inner thighs and his groin seemed to flatten out the softness of her loins as he pushed harder against her. When he withdrew his cock, her pussy seemed to want to suck it back inside, the flesh rolling out with his cock reluctantly, and then it would fold neatly back inside when he drove his cock home. Her legs were spread out wide, no longer squeezing against his hips in an effort to fend him off, and when he reached the end of his down-stroke, his balls would slap salaciously against the nakedness of her upturned buttocks with a loud fleshy smacking noise. Cindy started to squeal with each thrust of his throbbing cock, and Chris looked up to see her breasts quivering from the force of his long probes. The pink nipples at the tips were like hard chips of diamonds, and she had begun to roll her head from side to side, only much more deliberately. It was the motion of ecstasy denied that was moving her body now, he figured. And with that realization, Chris picked up his fucking rhythm. Inside his balls, his cum was wildly anxious to shoot out in a final uproarious ejaculation!
Confused by the emotions that had taken over her total being, Cindy rolled her head back and forth in a vain effort to make sense out of the lewd sensations swirling around in her body. The gradual increase of rhythmic pulsations in her vagina was all new to her, and she wasn't sure if it was out of anger or passion that her body responded that way. She was very much aware of the fact that it wasn't the way she had intended to experience this loss of virginity with Chris, but regardless, she found the experience harder and harder to resist. Somewhere in her mind she told herself to learn from what was happening.
She lifted her head and looked down between their two sweating bodies. She was surprised to see Chris's long hot penis driving forward into her own cunt. It was so red and glistening as it sucked itself wetly from the depths of her womb, and when he plunged in again, she could see the sac containing his balls slap into her upturned cheeks just before his cock completely filled her vagina. It was the most erotic sight she'd ever witnessed. His huge member, slick and hard, sliding in and out from her widespread cunt like a finger slicing through soft butter, and it hit with such force that she felt the pleasure wave running through her whole body. Every sensation in the walls of her vagina seemed to amplify as they traversed her nervous system. It was almost beginning to feel ... too good!
A whole new awareness came to Cindy's mind, and she told herself over and over again that she was actually being fucked by a man. His cock was fucking into her cunt, faster and faster, and the fantastic sensations that came from it were becoming more intense with each and every stroke. Her clitoris was beating out in electric pulsation of pleasure, as if it alone controlled her very being, and she was sure that it was going to become even greater, even more intense, in its drive to bring her to a high of sensationalism. She was going to have to work very hard if she was truly going to resist him in the end, and already she could feel herself giving way slightly, grinding her hips, answering the frenzied passion of Chris's fantastic driving penis.
"Yesss!" she wanted to cry out, but that would be the ultimate humiliation. Then he would know that she'd submitted to this terrifying assault and the pleasure it could potentially bring her. She was resisting the absorbing passion that echoed deep in her belly, and she wiggled her cunt around the thick cock, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she was responding that way. Her head was filling with tiny lights growing brighter with each passing second, and she wanted to scream for the trigger that would release the ultimate pleasure.
Chris could sense that she was still resisting, but somehow it didn't seem to slow him down now. Her cunt seemed to ripple up the length of his plunging shaft, bringing such titillating sensations to his groin that he could no longer hold back his stirring sperm. The white-hot cum was suddenly screaming to race up the length of his cock, and he drove deep inside her clasping passage as the climactic sensation shook through his body. The thick purple head of his deeply buried cock seemed to grow to unbelievable size as the hot liquid spurted up his erect member to suddenly burst like a cannon shot from the tip of his wildly spasming cock. He fell across her spasmatic body, mashing his chest into her frozen nipples, crushing her milk-white breasts, as his cock began to spew out salvo after salvo of hot living sperm!
"Ooooooooh! OOoooooh! Uuuuuuuuuggghhh!" Cindy screamed as she felt the liquid explosion strike deep inside her involuntarily raging belly. It was as if her whole body was suspended in anticipation of the action, as suddenly her vagina contracted hungrily around the full length of his shaft while a great spasm-the jerking prick-vibrated within her pussy.
"Uuuuuhh ... uhhhh ... uhhhhh," grunted Chris as his cock finished ejaculating within Cindy's pussy, and a moment later he withdrew the long hard wet prick shaft from the center of Cindy's being. He rolled over and flopped down on his back on the living room carpet. "Phew," he sighed with relief, "that was a long time coming!"
"No pun intended?" said Sherry who was sitting comfortably on the sofa, still naked, having watched the entire scene.
"All puns intended," said Chris with a sly smile on his face. He regarded Cindy on the floor. "Well, how's it feel not to be a virgin anymore, Cindy? Okay?"
She turned away from him, looking the other direction, toward the living room window, and for a moment she was completely terrified and in shock, more so than even the loss of her virginity could have made possible. For she had seen at the window the unmistakable visage of her father. An instant later there was a loud, repeated knocking at the front door, a knocking which made Cindy tremble in the core of her being.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"What the hell?!" cried Chris, coming to his feet and starting across the room.
"Don't open it," begged Cindy. "It's my father. He's mad at me. Please?"
"Don't be silly," said Chris. "It's close to midnight ... " And with that he started to reach for a robe when the door swung open. His jaw dropped as he recognized Cindy's father, Mr. Porter.
"Oh, ah, Mr. ah, Porter," he stammered at the middle-aged man who stood with a bottle in one hand and a sneer on his face. With him was another man of about the same height, also drunk, with quick dark eyes.
"We know what you been up to in here," began Porter in an angry tone, "and you're gonna get out of my way, you naked baboon, or I'm gonna bust your jaw."
Chris stepped back in the nick of time. Burt Porter lunged forward drunkenly into the room and was followed by the other man, Leonard Anslinger, who closed the door after himself.
"Well, well, well," grumbled Burt Porter, inspecting his naked daughter who lay on the floor like a cowering dog next to the sofa, at Sherry's feet. "Look what we got here ... " He pulled the zipper down on his parka and began removing his jacket. "Looks to me like we're gonna have to teach my little girl a lesson or two, Leonard. You know what I mean?" He took a long swig of his bottle of booze and then started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Now wait a minute," said Chris, starting forward and trying to insist that Mr. Porter slow down and explain himself, but before he could even make his presence known, Leonard stepped forward and shoved Chris back into the sofa, alongside Sherry. "I suggest," said Leonard, "you keep out of this."
"You can't just come in here and start carrying on like this. Besides, she's your daughter, Mr. Porter. You can't be thinking about having it on with your own daughter?!"
Porter was quickly undressing, starting to pull down his zipper and expose himself. His eyes, burning like coals, were riveted to Cindy's naked form. He was staring especially at her hardened nipples. "She's my adopted daughter, and besides that, what difference does it make?" He laughed sadistically. "I'm not gonna fuck her cunt anyhow ... "
"What?" said Sherry, suddenly sitting up and grabbing for something to cover herself with.
"Leonard's gonna fuck her in the cunt, aren't ya, Leonard ... ?"
"Yeah," hissed the other man, also beginning to undress. "You kids can stick around an' watch if you like, or you can get lost. Don't matter to me or Burt. Just keep yer mouth shut, though, understand?"
"Oh, God," cried Cindy from the floor as her father let down his pants and began to work drunkenly on his underwear. "You can't let them do this! Please? You can't ...!"
"He can't stop us, neither, can you boy?!" Burt didn't even look at Chris as he said this. He turned toward his adopted daughter and kneeled down beside her trembling legs. His fingers reached out and smoothed the comely flesh along the tops of her goose-bump covered thighs. "You got such a nice body, honey, and you treated yourself so badly with this guy here ... It's only right that Poppa give baby-doll a little lesson, now, eh?"
"Please Poppa," begged Cindy, her eyes filled with fright, "I didn't mean to do wrong. Really, I didn't mean to do wrong ...! I won't do it again! I promise!"
Burt Porter reached out and touched his daughter's round breasts. "Ooooh, Poppa," she moaned, "that's not right ...! You mustn't ...!"
"Never you mind mustn't," he scolded her, and then he stood up and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes. Leonard was already fully naked and ready to begin. "I can start now, Burt," he said, taking a long swig from the bourbon bottle. "She looks pretty nice. I'd of eaten her if that squirt hadn't cum in her cunt before."
"You've been watchin' us," said Chris. "How long?"
"Long enough," said Burt. "Go on now, Leonard. Fuck her cunt. She won't fool around no more after this!"
Leonard smiled and started toward Cindy. He was naked and his prick was stiff with lust. "It's gonna be a pleasure," he said, stroking himself as he kneeled alongside Cindy's trembling form. "You just cooperate, little girl," he whispered, "and this'll go real easy on you. Ya understand? Your Poppa and me, we don't want to hurt you, just want to teach you a little lesson about younger boys, like Chris there ... Ya know what I mean?"
"N-No," said the scared teenager, her back against the sofa.
"Just come here and get what you got comin' to ya," said Leonard, reaching in between her thighs and grabbing hold of the supple slick flesh of her inner loin. He had a tight enough grasp on the young girl's leg that she could not possibly wiggle free. He pulled her toward him the way a giant might pick up a miniature person. She was putty in his hands.
He leaned down onto her fragile form and pressed his hardened prick into the narrow space between her smooth thighs. The head of his cock worked like a heat-sensitive missile, searching out the tenderness of her vagina's labia. He was upon her in a matter of seconds, and despite her wiggling and her screeches for release, despite all of her efforts to get free and escape his massive hands and huge thighs and bulging cock, she could not get so much as a moment of meaningful resistance: he was too big, too strong, and too intent on fucking her.
"Please," she wailed, "someone help me! Please!"
Chris laughed. "In a way, I think your Dad's got the right idea, honey. I think this is gonna be kind of amusing."
Sherry chuckled nervously. She'd seen men in this state of mind before, drunk and wanton, and she knew there was to be no denying them anything that they wanted. She only hoped that they didn't turn on her.
As for Cindy's father, he sat naked on the floor finishing off the last of the liquor. "Go on, Leonard, give it to her good now. No letting up. Make sure that little bitch girl of mine learns her lesson once and for all ...!"
"Ooooh, Poppa," she cried out, "how can you let him ... ? How can you let him do this ... ?"
Before Cindy could utter even one more word of protest, Leonard Anslinger had placed the lust-swollen head of his purplish cock at the entrance to her slippery vagina. He reached beneath her girlish ass cheeks and cupped her buttocks with both hands. "Now you hold onto your hat, little honey. Me and your Paw been friends for a long, long time ... and like he says ... this here is gonna make you remember how it really is to do that fucking, eh?"
She only heard part of what he said, for in the next instant her mind went blank for thirty seconds. First she felt something powerfully large and pressing jamming into the narrow wet confines of her cuntal passageway, and then her brain seemed to scream out in utter debased agony and humiliation. When she came to, she was rocking involuntarily in his arms as his big muscled torso crushed her breasts and his cock torpedoed into the depths of her belly.
"Oooooh, Goddddd!" she cried out throatily as his heavy prick charged her cunt full of wild, fierce sensations like brushfire. "Ooooh, please ... noooo moreeeeeee!"
"Ha," laughed Leonard, his prick immersed in the velvety channel of her satiny pussy, the thick mushroom headed cock buried in the smooth depths of her womb. He could even feel the big soft round of her cervix as he plunged into the slick inner spaces of her young womb. "Stop now?" he chortled, taking one of her round white breasts in his hand as he continued to lunge forward and slap his pelvis against her girlish pubis, "you've got to be kidding!" He leaned down and sucked up the tip of her lust hardened nipple.
She could smell the liquor on his breath and from his body. He reeked of bourbon. There was no stopping him from licking her nipple and sucking on her breast, however, and it seemed that no matter how she rolled her hips and attempted to slide her slick pelvis one way or another, his cock followed her and kept her cunt full. "Noooo," she bleated like a lamb at slaughter, her voice more of an animalish cry of pain than anything else, "pleassseeeee ... ? Noooooo ... ?"
The feel of his grinding cock impaling to the depths of her young womb predominated her consciousness. No matter which direction she attempted to move-by pressing her buttocks downwards into the carpeting and by using her hands to grab hold of the sofa and pull away-he stayed with her. His powerfully lunging cock never missed a beat, and within seconds he'd taken to using the mushroom rim of his thick, blood-engorged cockhead to grind and slip against her galvanized clitoris in disarming intensity.
"Ooooouuuu! Ahhhiieeee!" she cried out, helpless to resist the continual penetration of her moistly clinging pussy lips, unable to prevent the impalement of her womb by the blunted head of his charging cock.
"Look at him go," hissed her father. "Look at that man fuck Cindy!" He was particularly enthused by the sight of the blue-veined hardness that pulsed between the openly splayed lips of his daughter's pussy. He could also see, even in his drunken reverie, the manner in which Leonard's lust bloated balls smacked salaciously against Cindy's upturned white buttocks.
Suddenly, Leonard raised his hips and stopped for an instant, slowly rolling his pelvis and cock from side to side so as to massage the flowering plain of the young girl's vagina with his throbbing maleness, and she responded involuntarily by throwing her thighs apart even wider than he'd forced them. The rubbery, purple head of his penis was like a one-eyed monster as it slid up and down the warm wet valley of her pussy, now moving at full speed, and her lubricating fluid clung to the vein-lined column, making it even and smooth. He shoved forward, his member sliding hard over the surface of her cunt, the whole shaft rubbing her clitoris sensationally, galvanizing her beyond belief, and once again his lust-swollen testicles slapped heavily against her parted white buttocks. Cindy felt the sensation of his bloated balls slapping her anus, and she couldn't seem to hold back any longer. Suddenly, she twisted upwards and arched her hip up against his-so as to get more of his hard cock!
"Hey," groaned her father, setting down his bottle of bourbon, "that's more like it! Now she's gettin' into the swing of things ...! You see that, Chris? She treat you that way, even once? Oh, yeah, she's gettin' into it now!"
Cindy's ears were deaf to her father's observations. Somehow the only thing commanding her consciousness was that ramrod muscular cock grinding and drilling into the depths of her being.
"Oh, God," she hissed in a low, guttural moan, "ooooh, Godddd ...! It's ramming ...! Oh, yes, it's ramming ...!" She was unconsciously muttering as her nostrils flared for fresh breath in order to be able to keep up with the fierce rhythm of the hard-driving cock which tacked her again and again to the carpet and floor.
Leonard raised up on his arms while he tried to adjust himself, thinking to use a slightly different position for the remainder of the fucking, but he'd hardly even moved when Cindy's hand shot down between their bodies and gripped the thick, ridged shaft of his cock. She guided him up and down two or three times, working the tip of his penis against her clitoris in sudden rapture, and then let loose. She slipped his prick back and forth, parting her lips until she insisted his cock against the tight opening of her flaming vagina once again.
"Oh, yeah, she's goin' wild now, man! Really good!" said Leonard. "Did you see that?"
"I sure did," said Cindy's father, unconsciously stroking the skin of the shaft of his penis while he watched his daughter becoming more and more rapturous. "Some punishment, eh?" he said sarcastically to Chris. "But you wait. What I got in mind for her is gonna end her fuck days forever! You just wait!"
Leonard felt an intense urgency and shoved his hips forward hard, driving his penis down the clasping tunnel of lust like a bullet through a barrel. The walls of her wet cunt smoothly parted as he sped into her, the warmth grabbing at his cock like it was sucking him up inside. The long shaft disappeared quickly up into the hotly clenching hole between her legs, until his groin smashed hard against the lips of her wide splayed vagina with a loud thud.
"Oooouuuu, Goddddd!" cried Cindy, somehow not resisting the way she had up until then. Her womb was filled with the hot throbbing column, the thick rubbery head mashing against her cervix like it was going to crash through to her belly. Her cunt was stretched wide with cock, and it was what she secretly longed for. Now that it was no longer Chris, for some reason, she found herself thinking that this prick in her pussy was everything that mattered, and that the more of it she got the better. But she still couldn't quite bring herself to admit it, despite the incredible chills that ran up and down her spine every time her pubic hair became entangled in the dark bush at the base of his thick, wonderful cock!
"Ooooouuuu! Fuck ...! God ...! Hard ...!" she hissed between her teeth. Leonard raised his hips back to withdraw his throbbing penis, only to drive hard forward again. He began to saw in and out of her cunt, pumping furiously with his hips as he was caught up in the sexual frenzy of the wild, animalistic creature beneath him.
"She's a hot bitch, eh," mused Burt Porter as he watched his daughter's hips fly back and forth in unison with Leonard Anslinger's pumping pelvis. Cindy's grinding buttocks were moving in sensual circles as Leonard hammered his long cock into her cunt, and Burt was amazed at the frenzy they had reached so quickly. He had seen enough to be convinced that his daughter was in no way slowing down. In fact, to his way of thinking, she was becoming that much more excited!
As for Sherry and Chris on the sofa, Sherry had taken to unconsciously sliding two fingers into her cunt while she watched the exciting scene on the carpet in front of her. Chris had taken Sherry's hand and was managing to have her wrap her fingers around his cock and tug him into erection.
"Alright," hissed Burt Porter at Leonard on the floor in front of him, "roll my daughter over." His words seemed to echo around the room, and Cindy, her eyes suddenly wide, blinked several times as she tried to understand what she heard. She saw her father, standing naked with a large stiffness protruding from his crotch, hovering above. But she was so caught up in the fire which had begun to burn in her inner thighs that she didn't quite comprehend what he had in mind. She did care that Leonard had ceased his fucking for a moment, holding her body tightly as he rolled onto his back. But then Cindy felt her breasts tingling, her nipples mashed against the hairs on Leonard's chest, and she twisted and squealed and ground her buttocks down hard as his cock drove in and out of her cunt with renewed vigor. She hardly even noticed that her father was kneeling between the backs of her thighs, and the sensation of her naked buttocks being spread wide only made her passion greater.
Burt Porter crawled up between the wide-spread thighs of his daughter, putting his face close to the joined flesh to watch as Leonard's cock went sawing in and out of Cindy's hungrily gripping vaginal hole. The tight pink flesh, rimmed by softly curling pubic hairs, rolled out with his cock on the out-stroke, then folded inside again as he thrust deep into her welcoming passage. But it was her round, naked buttocks that Burt Porter was after, the tendons flexing and unflexing hungrily as she worked at the supposedly punishing cock in her cunt. Spreading the cheeks wide with his thumbs, Porter exposed the hairless puckered anus of his daughter's body to his gaze, and his cock jerked with excitement. It was something he'd been waiting to see for a long, long time, and this act of "punishment" was just a sham for his truly ardent desires.
He pointed his middle finger at the elastic-like ring of flesh, and pushing against it hard he drove his digit into the tight passage. He didn't stop shoving until his palm was flat against her buttocks. "No daughter of mine," he said as he finger-fucked into Cindy's butt tube, "cheats around with anyone!"
"Oooooooouuu!" Cindy groaned as she felt the unnatural intrusion worming relentlessly up into her defenseless asshole, and she remembered in the back of her mind now how she'd heard her father say something about a certain kind of punishment. That finger aching in her rectum must have been what he had in mind. She could feel it working around and around inside in tiny, teasing circles, stretching her virgin anus wide. She had no idea why it was happening, but coupled with the fucking in her cunt, it was a strangely humiliating act indeed!
"Please," she moaned to Leonard underneath her, "I think something awful is happening ... ? Please ... ?" But before she could make him understand, a large thickly aching punch in her rectum took her breath. "Oooooh, God, fuck!" she cried out. "DADDY, NOOOOOOO!"
What had happened was that Burt Porter had applied a second finger to the elastic ring and had stretched the narrow anal orifice into gigantic proportions. Simultaneously, he stroked his hardened cock with his left hand, enjoying both the sight of his fingers in her asshole and his hand on his cock.
"Oh, yes," he hissed, "we'll see how much you really like to fuck after this. You know what I mean, honey? Oh, yeah, just a little anal fucking and we'll see how much you like what, eh?!" He laughed mercilessly at his own sense of justice.
"No Daddy, please ... Noooooooooooo-oo!"
But despite his daughter's compelling protests, Burt Porter persisted in screwing two long bony fingers into her narrow anal passageway. "Uuuuuhhhh, Goddddddd, no," she grunted in agonized horror of the terrifying stretching going on in her anus. Large hot salty tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as the humping in both of her orifices began to take effect: in one end she had a long hot cock throbbing into her belly, and at the other she could feel the burning fingers. Then, with a hissing sound, Porter pulled his fingers out of his daughter's anus.
The fact was that he could wait no longer. His balls felt like they would explode if he didn't hurry, and he leaned across young Cindy's curving back and took the blunt tip of his cock and pressed it hard against her tingy virgin anal lips. "Oh, yeah, honey," he hissed and groaned, "I'm gonna give my little babypoo just the kind of anal fucking she'll never forget. Mmm, good!"
From underneath, Leonard Anslinger was holding her tightly, and Burt began to steadily increase the pressure of his penis against the small puckered opening. His rock hard cock was throbbing with un-satiated desire.
"Uuuuuggghh," Cindy grunted, more and more aware of the ache which had begun to grow at her rear door. She felt the sudden blunt pressure against her helpless behind, and then it came to her all at once, the message penetrating the haze of passion in her brain with shocking impact. He was going to fuck her hack there in the ass! He was going to try and put his hardened column of male flesh into her tiny little anus!
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!" she bleated. "NOT THERE! YOU CAN'T!!! NOOOOOOOOOO, DADDDDDDDYYYYYYYY, NOOOOOOOOOOOHH" She screamed it out at the top of her lungs and tried to lurch away from the mounting pressure but she was held tightly, helpless and vulnerable. Her father ignored her blood-curdling wail and all her other protests, shoving his hips forward with all of his strength, seeking revenge, and suddenly he felt the tiny opening give way to his pressure. Pushing with all his might his thick headed penis suddenly popped inside, gripped tightly by the elastic flesh of his daughter's inner rectum.
"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" she grunted like a possessed girl as her anus was stretched and filled with merciless sodomizing agony. The pain of entry registered in her brain like a thunderbolt. She desperately wiggled and tried to twist away from the cruel, punishing impalement of her father's butchering cock as it smashed into her buttocks, but it seemed that there was no way of escaping it. The sudden conflict between pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and she felt the desire to submit meshed with the wish for freedom.
Suddenly, Burt Porter felt his daughter's weakening body begin to submit. He pushed forward with his hips and drove his cock several inches into the hot fleshy tunnel, making Cindy scream again. The strong outer muscle of her anus clamped tightly around his throbbing column, but it only served to make him more anxious. He had to have it all the way inside, and shoving forward with all his pent-up strength and years of incestuous desires, his long cock slid smoothly up into her widely stretching rectum, and his groin went smashing hard into her buttocks and flattening the soft, yielding cheeks up against her own hips.
"UUUUUHHHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDDDD," she grunted in total agony, an agony that consumed her body. "NOOOOO DADDDDDDDYYYYYY ... PLEASE ... NO MORE ...!"
"Honey," he grunted back at her, enjoying the licentious sight of his balls squashed against her soft white flexed ass cheeks, "this is just the beginning! You got a long, long ways to go!"
Somehow Cindy felt her brain beginning to give way, and then her flesh would follow, she knew, and slowly but surely she was being consumed by the two cocks, one in her asshole now, the other pumping furiously upwards in her tight little pussy. "OOOOhhhh, God," she squealed delirious with the confusion of pain and joy that suffused her body, "Ooooooooohhhh, Goddddddddd ... "!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!" cried Cindy Porter as her father's cock sawed into the soft depths of her asshole and Leonard Anslinger's prick probed upwards into her belly through her vagina. She felt like someone was trying to split her in two. Her entire loins were stretched to impossible size, two monstrous snakes hungrily writhing around to tear at her belly, sandwiching her helplessly between.
Yet the initial pain in her rectum didn't affect her in the same way anymore. Now it was more like a masochistic blend of agony and passion, and the vibrant sensations in her belly seemed to rebound with furious joy. It was as if she was actually beginning to submit and enjoy this cruel fuck punishment!
"God damn!" cried her father. "What a tight little asshole she's got!!"
"That ain't all your little girl's got, man, that's tight! Her pussy is about as slippery and rubbery as they get. Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna enjoy cummin' up this little cunt of hers!"
Burt Porter groaned as his cock urged him to fuck even deeper into the tightly clenched rectum of his daughter's asshole. The tip of his penis seemed to tingle with excited lust, and he arched his hips back, awkwardly trying to pick up the rhythm of the Anslinger's cock that fucked up into her cunt from beneath.
From the sofa, Sherry and Chris leaned forward and watched closely the entry into Cindy's tiny anus, and both of them were excited and startled at the same time. It seemed impossible, and Sherry feared that the young girl's father and his friend were going to tear her body apart with their two giant cocks. The elastic like flesh of Cindy's anus and cunt seemed to flower open to the assault, however, and Cindy's cries suddenly seemed to change in tone. She was liking it!
Sherry moved around the lewdly coupled threesome so that she could clearly see the blonde's beautiful young face, and the image she saw was almost unreal. Her eyes were shut, then open, and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them. Her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around her parted lips, and the tension was that of pleasure, not pain! Sherry just had to share in it!
For it was as if all of Cindy had become a sexual receptacle, her mind, arms, legs, thighs, breasts, belly, loins, and every pore that covered her aroused body! It was all open and willing and ready to absorb, without question, the fantastic enjoyment that was showering upon her.
God, thought Sherry, I love it! Two cocks at once! And Sherry there ... naked and ... Oooooooooooh, yessssssssssssssssssss!
The two big pricks were slamming hotly into her rectum and her cunt and giving forth with a fantastic burning sensation. She was being buffeted between them like a rag doll as they worked furiously for their climax, and she loved it.
"Oh, God, fuck yes!" she grunted, realizing that there was no reason for her not to admit out loud to what she was secretly enjoying. "Yes, fuck me hard! Fuck me both of you! Both of those big hard cocks-fuck them into me harder ...! HARDDDDDERRRRRRRRR ...! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"
She screamed for joy and the agony of consuming pleasure as the two men seemed to answer her request with thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep into her belly at the same time, then again withdrawing their throbbing male rods only to plunge faster again. When she realized over and over again that the cock in her asshole belonged to her father, it served to make her that much more submissive and lustful! From underneath would come Anslinger's hips, his cock probing hotly into the velvety, slippery tunnel of her pussy, and from above, slapping mercilessly like a pile-driver on automatic, her father's hard pelvis, grinding his cock into the fleshy rectal tissue of her ass. It was more lewd and obscene than she thought anything imaginable, and yet she squeezed insanely at the driving cocks, wanting desperately to milk them of all the hot joyous sperm they contained. Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of passion, but when suddenly she saw the silky patch of pubic hair moving close to her lips, she understood immediately who it was.
Sherry on hands and knees above spread her legs out wide, positioning her burning cunt so that it was open and accessible to Cindy's sensual mouth, and she screamed as Cindy quickly flicked her tongue out at her open slit. Cindy was like a wild animal now, anxious to lap up the sexual juices that flowed from Sherry's cunt. Her tongue snaked into the slit like a hot probe, sliding smoothly down the pink valley until it found the clasping opening of her pussy. She quickly licked all around the excitingly gaping hole, drawing all of the moist secretions hungrily into her mouth, and then, stretching her tongue out its full length, she thrust it deep into the steaming passage while her lips sucked greedily at Sherry's hot waiting pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh, yessssssssss, my darling! Suck it like thatttt! Yessssssssss, goooooooodddddd!" Cindy felt complete, ready to reach the heights that her mind and body demanded. Sherry's thighs were clamped around her head, her tongue able to lap at the sexual juices flowing warmly over and out of her cunt. Now she had the scent and taste to go with the rising pulsating sensations that throbbed in her belly and her rectum, in her pussy and her ass. It was pure unadulterated sexual fulfillment, and her body soared to unbelievable heights of ecstasy. If this was punishment, then she would look for her father's abuse on a regular basis!
"I'm gonna be cummin' in a minute," said Anslinger from underneath, his prick burning with the itch of ejaculation. "I'm gonna ... Ooooooh, yeah, fuck ittttttttt!"
She felt the long hot salvos of burning cream come racing up into her vagina and slamming against the back wall of her womb, taking her breath away with their quick splatting bullet like intensity.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhh, God," she cried out in sexual surrender to the creamy hosing the inside of her pussy was getting. He slammed upwards into her vagina again and again, each time leaving another full hot load of cum in her belly, each time bringing her a notch closer to the ultimate heights of her own orgasm.
"Now me," hollered her father from above. "Now I'm gonna blast her!" The two jerking cocks were working as one, cuming as one, jamming into her body with precise hot expertise, filling her two pelvic pores with intense desires which she'd never dreamed possible.
And now the cock in her asshole, her father's prick, was opening up with a spray of hot thick pellets of jism. She swore she could feel them splattering into the smoothness of her rectum, spreading down and out inside. There was so much of that thick hot cum, spreading out inside her and overflowing her tight little rubbery rectum. The lines of milky jism came oozing up out of her backdoor socket like juice from a crushed fruit. And her father kept stabbing his long hardened column of male flesh into her splayed ass-cheeks like it was a knife and her ass was made of butter. The cream spilled out of her anus like milk.
"Oooooooooh, Goddddddddd," cried her father in guttural lust, his whole brain fused with the electric sparks that filled his limbs from the intensity of ejaculation in his daughter's asshole. "Ooooooh, yeah, cummmmmmmmminnngggggg!!!"
"NNNNOWWWWWWW, NOWWWW MEEEEEEEEEEEE," cried Cindy pressing Sherry's cunt away from her face. "NOW I'M CUMMMMMMMINNGGGGGGGG!!!!" She took a deep breath, held it as the two hard cocks driving into her cunt and her asshole continued to drain their loads, and then she herself began to give way to the overwhelming sensational effects of total poly orgasmic bliss. It was not just one cum, but several little ones and then a large undulating climax. Her whole body shuddered with ecstatic bliss, and her girlish thighs trembled and quivered in fearless and total abandonment. She was cumming all over the cock in her pussy, spreading juices out and around it in a final womb-like flowering. Her pussy opened up in a furious effort to get more cock into it, more penis head, and she felt herself giving way to the complete abandonment of pure lust.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, CUMMMMMMMMM ...!!!" she cried out in wanton submission and total surrender as her body shuddered with the totally consuming relief of the final ecstasy. "OOOHHHHHHH ... DADDY ... CUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
She sucked furiously again at the warm flesh of Sherry's pussy, drawing it all into her mouth, and simultaneously she found herself hungering for the pumping to continue in her loins. Something made her wonder where Chris was, and why he wasn't fucking too. She wanted him to be pumping his cock into one of her two holes, or better yet, to have his prick in her mouth. Her loins were flooded to the bursting point now, with the sizzling liquid of the two jerking cocks in her cunt and her asshole, and juices dripped from all of her pores. She'd been driven beyond the possibilities of her wildest dreams into total, complete surrender, and her belly continued to explode with the unbound passion it contained, and this incredible ecstasy became the one and only thing that she would live for again ... and again ... and again!
A moment later her mind went blank and she felt herself giving way to the lust driven torrents of other lovers ... her body submerged, as if she were under water. She felt herself floating on an imaginary velvet cloud in the final throes of orgasmic bliss. She was both awake and asleep, and she longed for the ride in sensuous heaven to continue. Then she called out her lover's name in unconscious reverie: "Oh, Chris ... Chris ... Chris ... " When she awoke, her father and Anslinger were gone, and so was Sherry. Only Chris was with her, sitting naked in front of her holding a damp cloth to her forehead. "Wh-What happened?" she asked. "W-Was that real?"
He smiled at the pretty blonde girl and nodded his head: "Yes. And it was ... just the beginning!" They smiled knowingly at one another, both of them wondering when the next time would be!
