It is a privilege that we, the publishers, present this epic study into the basic institutions of marriage and the family and their slowly crumbling facades. We are indebted to Mr. Jensen for portraying the consequences of American middle-class upbringing as the winds of our changing times scatter the traditional values and its members must search for new, more meaningful relationships.
The two heroines of this candid, shocking account are Vivian and Patty Stalker, two females much like others found in our cities and suburbs and countryside of America-and yet, torn by their differing attitudes and ethics, they are adrift, unable to love and be loved in a happy, close mother-daughter situation. The divorced Vivian Stalker has been raised Puritanically, and when her husband rejected her sexually, she considered that there was something wrong with her rather than him for being as sexually alive as she was-for being, essentially, what God intended her to be, a woman.
Nor can her child, Patty, fathom a healthy role of sexuality. Her subsequent awakening to sensual maturity is in itself a powerful story about the dilemma of a young teen-ager taught to reject sex, and it is a sad fact of everyday life that she, as well as her mother, are personifications of many women who suffer the damning agonies of denying their procreational forces, and it is only after long and torturous of their lives that Patty and Vivian make an adjustment to each other and themselves.
We are grateful to Peter Jensen for portraying so realistically this crossroads of decision, being fearless enough to show the end result as it would logically and emotionally evolve under the circumstances. There are those who would negate the conclusions he reaches, but they are the same narrow-minded people who are to blame for setting up the very milieu which cause such climactic turmoil. Read and ponder, for within these pages is the essence of modern day society.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER I
The sun was a hot, angry red blister in the blue skin of the afternoon sky, and the winds which normally cooled the western shore of Majorca were mere whispers, no more than reminders of what they should have been. The Spanish island baked in the Mediterranean Sea, broiled with a basting of thousands of sweating tourists which flooded its beaches and night-clubs. They milled along the cobblestone streets, thronged the harbor, crammed the tour boats and busses, and bought thousands of-pesetas of worthless leather knickknacks and fake pearl jewelry.
like seagulls, Vivian Stalker thought as she looked out of her hotel window at them. like a mess of goddamned seagulls, walking up and down in that peculiar gait meaning they have nowhere to go and nothing on their minds, stopping now and then to peer nearsightedly at something bright and shiny, something gaudy which might make them cock their heads and scratch for money. And I'm no better, she thought; I'm one of them, determined to get lobster red to show I was out in that blast-furnace heat, adamantly "having a good time."
Vivian Stalker-the ex-Mrs. Vivian Stalker, stood at the window, her legs apart and her back arched, her hands on her bikini-covered hips, and wondered what had ever possessed her to come this far away from New York City. She wasn't having a good time, she was having a lousy one, and she had a good mind to return on the next direct Iberia flight and punch the travel agent who'd talked her into the two-week get-away-from-it-all right square in his mouth.
Vivian was still bitter and caustic, the result of a wretched divorce from a man she'd stopped loving years ago, ever since he'd stopped being a man. It had been as if the marriage was over every night, when the door to the bedroom had been shut, and a woman like Vivian couldn't take the neglect of her sexual desires, her insistent sensual fires which needed so much to keep them banked. Vivian wasn't an old woman, still quite a ways under forty, having married young when she'd learned that Cleveland Stalker had made her pregnant. But Cleve had always thought that the child had been some kind of trick to trap him into matrimony, and ever since that fateful ceremony in Maryland seventeen years ago, he'd cut her off from the devotionmental and physical-that she so desperately required as a strong, full woman. She'd tried, Lord knows how she tried, to be a good, loving wife to CI eve. Vivian had worked hard in and around the house, learning how to cook, how to dress, how to take care of her figure, and no matter how many times she'd been put down by him, she attempted to come back cheerfully, sprightly, ready and eager in case that he would relent and love her. Still firm of figure, her breasts taut, her waist supple, her thighs and legs shapelier than many younger girls', she knew that many men envied Cleve for having such a well-preserved wife. But try as she might to interest him in paying attention and showing her the affection that her nature demanded, she might have well been an old hag.
She looked down now at her almost naked body, going over the divorce in her mind, rubbing the palms of her hands over her glistening skin still moist from suntan oil. I've a good body, she said to herself as she had so many times in the past. I really do, but it's never brought me any happiness in all the years of my marriage. Best that it's over with, but. . .
She moaned, a soft whimper of regret, because for all of her needs, she hadn't changed her style of life by shedding Cleve. She had been raised strictly and puritanically, and she had no intention of becoming like so many other divorcees, a sexual toy for men on the prowl. She could have had all the sex she'd wanted by cheating on Cleve, but she never had, though the temptation and opportunities had been available and desirable. In fact, she admitted, glancing once more out of the window, it had been an especially easy and tempting attraction of Josh McPhereson which had directly led to the divorce, and the snarling, hate-filled accusation by Cleve in court. She'd tried to deny the charge, but the words-Whore! Slut!-still woke her in the middle of the night, shivering and ashamed.
She attempted to shift her thoughts to the outside world again, and her attention focused on the bikini-clad beauties lounging around the pool three stories below, and of the dark-tanned young men in their skimpy, stretched swimming trunks. It had been like that, she dreamily thought: it had been in swimsuits while around the pool at her home when the final act to break up her marriage had happened. Her hands slowly, unconsciously rose along her smooth, satiny sides again, up along her ribs and to her throbbing, heated breasts barely covered by the blue cloth of her bandanna bikini. She squeezed her breasts lightly, remembering how Josh had squeezed them so tenderly, lovingly, those few months back.
It had been one of those really warm days which happen now and then in spring, and she'd been out sunning herself all alone in the enclosed back yard. Patty, her daughter, had been in school, Cleve at work, and her housewife chores had been done. She had been wearing the same blue suit as she had on now, and rum-and-coke had been lulling her to a dazed kind of relaxation as she sipped the drink she'd made for herself and lay on the chaise lounge. Josh was her next-door neighbor, a virile, heavy-chested man a year or so older than she. He'd come over to borrow some ice ... What happened next? It was all so hazy. One moment she'd been sitting there looking at him, feeling an odd tingling in her loins, and the next thing she knew she'd been on her back on the lounge, Josh stretched out beside her, kissing her passionately. She'd been able to feel the hard bulge in his pants, revealing his urge, and soon their kisses had achieved a plane of sexuality she'd been unable to control. All of her pent-up frustrations had risen to the surface in an explosion of desire for that man, a man she'd known she didn't love but for some awful, perverse reason suddenly wanted desperately. She remembered his hands on her full, pulsing breasts, tweaking her nipples until they had been hard as diamond chips, and how she'd made no attempt to stop him from undoing the tie-straps, wanting to believe that going this far was all right. Then had come the tender, tingling sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot, naked flesh of her breasts, his pinching of her nakedly exposed nipples which had made her moan and gasp, so she hadn't caught his hand as it had taunted her smooth, flat stomach and moved downward over her pubic mound to the inside of her quivering thighs, and in one smooth, unhesitating execution, had worked straight under the thin wisp of crotch band cloth to the moist and ready lips of her vagina. A dryness crept in her throat as she remembered again how close she'd come to being an adulteress, how she'd damn near lost her head entirely as her next-door neighbor had tenderly massaged her clitoris and wormed his fingers deep into the seething opening of her vagina up between her wide-splayed legs.
And the dryness in her throat hardened into a lump as she remembered what had stopped her that fateful afternoon-the high-pitched, horrified squeal of Patty, and the sickening realization that her sixteen-year-old daughter was home early, and was standing on the flagstone patio twenty feet away, her eyes wide open in shock, her schoolbooks scattered on the ground where she'd dropped them...
Patty. A tremor of remorse assailed the mother, and she stepped away from the window, dropping her arms listlessly to her sides. She crossed to the credenza where bottles of Spanish gin and tonic and an ice bucket were on a silver tray, and mixed a drink with unsteady hands. She sipped the cooling drink, the alcohol allowing her momentary calmness. She drank again, long and heavily, as she had been doing ever since that fateful afternoon.
Patty. Daddy's girl, she was. A lovely and spoiled (by Cleve) young girl, built in her mother's image but made in her father's mold. Even worse than the way he'd gotten back at Vivian by denying her physical love, Cleve had shown his resentment toward his wife by systematically pitting her against her daughter. He'd coveted Patty, and the inexperienced, guileless girl had become a pawn in his war against her. Every chance he'd gotten he'd downgraded Vivian in front of her child, and behind her back-God only knew what he'd been feeding Patty when she'd not been around to defend herself. The result had been predictable. Patty had grown to resent her mother, to consider her almost as an outsider in an otherwise idyllic life with her father. Naturally, finding her mother almost naked and in the arms of another man had sent Patty directly to her father, and her father had found the wedge with which to break the ties that had bound them.
Ironically, the divorce court had awarded Patty to Vivian, the charge of adultery not enough to make her an unfit mother, though there had been a stern warning that if she proved to be a woman of "loose morals" Cleve could petition for custody. That was the rationale behind the trip, a hoped-for reconciliation between them in an atmosphere far removed from Kings-wood Estates in Connecticut, but so far it had been a dismal failure. Vivian turned, mixing a fresh drink, and listened to the shower in the bathroom. Under the spray was her daughter, defiant and hateful as ever, soaping down her young, teen-age body after a lazy day around the pool-a day which should have been pleasant for both of them and would have been except that Patty had been out to prove she didn't need or want her mother.
Patty had made sure that a young but obviously experienced boy Vivian estimated to be in his early twenties had picked her up. He had been all over her with his eyes and leers, and in a few short minutes from now he was going to call at the room to take her out to some of the discotheques, and then--? Vivian shuddered at the thought of her innocent daughter in the clutches of some Majorcan Romeo. The date had been accepted by Patty as a way of striking back at her mother, and Vivian knew this, but she also knew that the brash folly of her daughter could lead to serious trouble.
And she didn't know how to avoid it.
* * *
Patty Stalker briskly scrubbed herself under the hot, steaming spray of the needle shower, using a sponge to lather her body free of the suntan oil she'd shared with her mother, running the soap over her breasts and thighs lazily, her mind intent on the boy she was going out with shortly. Her nipples seemed to stiffen at the thought of the good-looking, muscular Larry Jensen in his striped bathing suit, his curly brown hair and sparkling dark eyes as they'd stared blatantly at her and had made her feel as if he was undressing her on the spot, right there as she'd been lying on the towel. It had been exciting, sitting there, knowing how her mother resented him as he'd told all about himself, and the way she had felt a weird, spontaneous response to him. He was just twenty-one, a good age for her, and even though he'd been so forward to her, Patty reflected that all the boys she'd known back in the States were just as bad. Only maybe here, on this vacation island, they didn't try to hide it so much, were more open and unsophisticated-and that appealed to her.
Not that she'd allow him to do anything to her. She was sure she could handle him; she was from the States, wasn't she? She could certainly repulse any crude advance of some Summer romancer, and she wasn't about to become the perverted sex-machine that her mother was. She'd save herself for a man who loved her and was willing to put a gold ring on her finger to prove it-and that was a few years in the future. And when she did get married, Patty vowed that she would honor her vows, not like that bitch of a wife poor Daddy got stuck with. The mere thought of seeing her mother in the arms of that beastly next-door neighbor made her livid with fury all over again. Damn that judge who couldn't understand about her and Daddy, how much better it would be if Daddy had custody of his daughter who loved him so much ... Damn Mother too...
The young girl turned off the water and stepped out of the tub enclosure, reaching for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself. She looked at herself as she rubbed the towel up and down her tender young skin, at the way her firm, round breasts jiggled from the rubbing and her rose-crested nipples grew larger and distended from the inadvertent manipulations, as she opened her slim and well-shaped legs to dry the thin little cuntal valley with its virginal pink slit. She liked the way the towel parted her blonde pubic hair and showed off her coral-smooth flesh and the small clitoris which nestled so invitingly in the lips of her cunt. Seeing it there gave her a sudden jump inwardly, a tingling in the loins that always precluded her guilty thoughts always lost-whether she should tease her finger up and down her pussy until tiny little prickles of pleasure came billowing through every fiber of her body. She never put her finger all the way up inside, even though the tiny, fuzzy-lined mouth of her innocent, pulsating little cuntal orifice flowered open so provocatively, seemingly wanting to suck her finger up into its impatiently waiting depths. But somehow she'd always managed to resist that, for it was there, inside her, that her husband would be the first; yet now, staring down and seeing the twitching vaginal lips swell with unwanted and automatic desire, seeing the beginning droplets of feminine excitement form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she shivered at the way she couldn't control her chemistry, her glandular changes into puberty.
She was so like her mother, she moaned sadly. Both of them were natural blondes; both had the same provocative and womanly figures men so desire, with only her mother slightly larger in her breasts and thighs; flat stomachs and cute, provocatively formed navels; downy-soft strands of silken pubic hair curling down over their vaginas; shapely tapering legs to small feet. She was so like her mother, and more than physically. It made her skin crawl just to think about it, and yet Patty couldn't deny that the times she'd seen her mother naked-as happens now and then in even the most modest of families she'd been drawn to study the lovely and provocative nakedness displayed unknowingly before her.
Patty had seen many naked girls in the showers and pajama parties of her high-school life, and she'd never reacted with curiosity or even mild interest. But there, between her mother's legs, her father had been once many years before, and her mother had accepted his penis and urged it until his seed had spewed forth and conceived her. That was the headifying difference between them-one knew her father sexually and the other didn't, and when the overwhelming need for release struck Patty, such as after a heavy date when she'd allowed herself to be worked up to an excited pitch, she knew as she lay on her bed afterwards and played with her hungering little vagina, that her sex drives were every bit as strong as her mother's.
And to be that close to someone you despise is a terrible thing, she thought. Well, I'll show her. I'll get back for every minute she made father's life miserable. And for openers, going out with Larry Jensen is a real stab.
As she entered the bedroom which she shared with her mother, she noticed the small travel-clock on the bureau, saw that in her reverie, she'd wasted too much time. She didn't want to be late, allow her mother to get her claws into Larry when he arrived, so she immediately began to dress, dropping the towel and rummaging through her suitcase for clean clothes. Nakedly, she found a pair of panties, with which she covered her taut, white from the sun striped buttocks, pulling the scanty nylon up so far that the softly curling mouth of her cunt was snuggly showing through. She snapped on a bra, caught the sight of her tight panties and the split of full, young vaginal lips, and another surge of tiny, lasciviously exciting ripples passed through her, her body once more blending dangerously into the sensuality which had gripped her while drying. She quickly slipped into her tan blouse and mini-skirt, and picked up her comb to untangle her golden, wheat-colored hair. As she looked in the mirror and brushed the long, wavy locks, she saw that her skirt clung tightly to her buttocks and was more than half way up her slightly tanned thighs, with small creases in front where her legs joined her hips. With sudden awareness she realized that she could almost see the lips of her vagina. Another forbidden thrill passed through her, followed by a blush as she attempted to stop her wandering thoughts.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, the young teenage girl opened the door to the living room and stepped out to face her mother. There she is, Patty thought with a ripple of disgust, over by the credenza, drinking more liquor. She's really hitting the bottle, ever since the divorce; good, maybe she'll become an alcoholic, and then Daddy can come and take me away.
Vivian turned on unsteady feet, staring somewhat bleary-eyed after the strong sun and stronger gin. Her heart ached at the sight of her child, knowing the gulf which separated them, and yet she felt she still had to be the parent. "Patty...."
"Yes?"
Coldness, utter iciness. Vivian shivered in spite of the Spanish heat. "Patty, I ... I want you to think about what you're doing."
"I have." The girl sauntered over to the window Vivian had recently left and stared out, her back to her mother. "I think I'll like going out with Larry. He's so much fun to be with. Not like others I can name."
"Please, Patty. Let's try to get along. I know you resent me, but I am your mother." Vivian crossed to her child, but Patty only shrugged her shoulder and turned away. "Patty, listen to me.
"Listen to what? You're my mother? Only biologically. What kind of mother would do what you did? Or weren't you thinking then?" Patty's tone cut through Vivian, wounding her deeply.
"You don't understand. Your father...."
"Don't start in on telling me how he didn't love you. Who could love somebody like you."
"Patty!"
The girl swiveled around, eyes flashing with anger and indignation. "Who are you to tell me not to go out with Larry, or any other boy I want to? You don't seem to be able to control yourself with the neighbors, much less strange men, and I'm not married, Mother. Don't forget that.
Whatever I do tonight with Larry, I'm not married!"
"Patty, don't...." Vivian didn't know how to phrase what inside she so ardently dreaded. "Patty, be angry with me, but don't do anything you'll regret later. I ... made a mistake, but don't you."
"I'll do what I please, and it pleases me to do what you don't want me to." She looked her mother up and down, noting with dead satisfaction that tears were beginning to form in the woman's eyes, and her mouth was quivering from grief. "I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is that I don't look right, that I'm not dressed well enough in this too-short of a dress and tight blouse. Isn't that what you've always told me about this outfit?"
"Patty, please! You know-"
"Well, it's a darn sight more than you had on when you were with Mr. McPherson. Or can't you remember him, because of all the other men you've been with on the sly? You were almost naked, Mother dear; how's that for a wild outfit?"
"Patty Stalker, I won't have you talking to me this way."
"Then send me back to Daddy, and you won't have to hear it."
"That's not the answer. You can't go on hating me, thinking I'm some lewd devil. Life isn't all black or white, it's just because you're so young you think that way. Give me a chance, Patty, please. Try to see my side, just a little. There are "thou-shall-nots" which, if broken, can break up a marriage. Well, I almost broke one, but I swear to you I never did, never even got myself in such a sitiation like that before. But there are also "thou-shalts" to a marriage which keep it together, and your father, for all his good points, didn't keep some of the most important ones, and-"
Her talk was cut off by the sudden rapping on the hall door. Patty, trying hard not to hear her mother, not to understand her, said: "I'll get it," and hurried to the door.
"Oh, hello, Larry. Come on in." Patty's in-sides churned with strange, desire inciting thoughts as she looked up at her date. A tingle started in her belly and tightly closed vaginal slit, just as it had while she'd been drying after her shower. He was so much ... male, standing there, grinning at her lewdly, and she was drawn to him in a purely physical way, while repelled mentally, and the mixture coiled through her body as if looking for a place to unwind suddenly.
"Hi, Patty. Evening, Mrs. Stalker." Larry Jensen walked almost predatorily into the living room, with an arrogant kind of easy grace that grated Vivian's nerves and heightened Patty's excitement. He stood near the false mantel, his hips thrust forward slightly and his legs apart, and locked his fingers in his belt right above the pockets, his fingers pointing down toward his genitals.
The tall, deeply bronzed youth was dressed in a wild, powder-blue double-breasted jacket with a paisley-print neckerchief around his open-throat lace shirt. His striped pants were tapered and svelte over well-developed thighs and legs, tight around the crotch-far too tight, Vivian thought primly-for the fabric showed his penis outline prominently. Larry had a smooth, boyish face, and his hair was long in the current style, neatly trimmed around his collar. His nose was long and Romanesque, his mouth thin and at the moment curled up in a smile of sorts, and his eyes were deep-set and almost burning.
His mind was alive with the ill-disguised lust he had for the sweet, innocent body of young Patty Stalker. He watched her in her tiny skirt and stretched blouse as she walked beside him back into the room, and then crossed to pick up her coat from the couch that was across the way, and he thought about what her smooth skin would feel like under his hands, those soft, full lips opening wide to his own, that tight and perfectly defined young pelvis grinding into his own burgeoning loins-Damn! She was one fine little piece, and he knew that she liked him, and intuitively he figured her as a virgin all hot for her first taste of cock. Well, he'd have to go slow and set everything up just right, or he'd scare her away, but if she's made up her mind to get laid like so many chicks these days do, then what more logical choice for her first than him? Hot damn! He had all he could do to stop his cock from leaping into full erection at the lasciviously exciting idea of popping her cherry! Hot damn, hot damn!
"About ready, huh?" He grinned broadly. "I never knew a girl before who was ready on time. You're something different all right."
Patty giggled at the off-hand compliment. "You wait and see. I may have a bunch of surprises for you, Larry."
"I bet you have," he drawled in reply.
Vivian stifled the groan which was threatening to burst her chest: She managed to calm her voice, and with a modicum of pleasantness, asked the boy, "Where are you planning to go tonight?"
"Well, Mrs. Stalker, since it's a little early to go dancing yet-the discos don't start jumping until ten-thirty at the earliest-I thought about taking your daughter out for dinner. You haven't eaten yet, have you, Patty?"
"No, I'd love to try some real Spanish food."
"Not Spanish, but Majorcan!" Larry said. "Great little restaurant called El Olivo, run by a pair of real kooks. I think you'll like them and the food. Then afterwards, we'll go to Sergeant Pepper's, or El Rodeo, or maybe to one that I like a lot called J & B."
"When do you plan to be back? That sounds awfully late to me," the mother said in a doubt-filled voice.
"Well, now, I couldn't rightly say, but."
"Never mind, Larry," Patty cut in. "Late, Mother. Don't expect me in until you see me, and I don't expect to find you up when I do come back."
"But-" Vivian was caught unprepared for her child's attack.
"Let's go, Larry." Patty started for the door, ahead of the boy. "Good-night, Mother, dear," she said firmly.
"Uh, so long, Mrs. Stalker," Larry said as the girl dragged him out of the living room. "Nice to have met you again."
The door slammed, and then there was the sound of feet fading down the hall toward the bank of elevators.
"She ... she's gone," Vivian moaned to the uncaring walls. She tried to fight back the tears, but was unable to, and they poured down her face and dripped from her trembling chin. "She's gone...."
She had never felt so totally alone, so utterly alienated, so fully rejected in all her life. Her daughter couldn't have been more open with her contempt if she'd spit on her! Vivian swallowed heavily and crossed to the liquor once again, letting the gin soothe her as it had before. The apartment was so quiet it was like a tomb, the silence oppressive to her ears, its emptiness like the emptiness of her heart and thus a sacrilege to her. She slumped down on the couch and drank, then refilled and sipped her gin and tonic, as there was no more unless she called room service. She'd emptied the bottle in two days.
She sighed, wondering if it would be worth the effort to call room service, then decided not to. The alcohol was making things nicely fuzzy and she realized that if she wasn't going to get totally drunk and morbid, she was going to have to eat something, and soon. Eat? Who was hungry at a time like this? More tears welled in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to stop the flow. She was going to have to force herself to put something besides gin in her stomach.
Slowly, mechanically, the worried young mother rose and teetered on her wobbly legs, grasping the arm of the couch with her hand for support. Without thinking, she took the other room key-the first key being in Patty's purse-and placed her glass down on the table carefully the way an inebriated person will do. Then she walked to the door and out into the hall. It wasn't until she was in the elevator and going down to the dining room on the main floor that Vivian realized she was still in her revealing bikini. But by that time it didn't seem to matter enough to go all the way back upstairs to change. She wasn't sure she could do it, anyway, until she got something solid in her. What the hell, she told herself, waving an arm crazily in a gesture of defiance. I'm a guest in this hotel; let them take me as I am. I've got enough trouble.
The dining room wouldn't take her the way she was. Dresses and shoes only, Ma'am. The Can Juan Bar made no objections to a pretty lady in a blue bikini, however, and it was so much simpler to sit there and let them serve her drinks than worry about changing into a dress and shoes. So Vivian Stalker sat in the Can Juan Bar of the Hotel Phoenix, and drank her gin-and-tonics, trying to erase with its alcoholic effusions the ghosts of her past and present.
CHAPTER 2
Sitting at another of the small, candle-lit tables was a stranger to Vivian Stalker, but not a stranger to the Hotel Phoenix. Bret Figueres sipped his Estrella Dorada beer, talking to Miguel, a young Spanish boy who waited on the tables, his eyes flickering now and then over to where the lovely woman was bent over her drink.
"Miguel, who's the woman over there?" Figueres asked. "The one in the bathing suit, sitting in the corner all alone?"
Sharp, white teeth flashed as the boy caught the man's interest. "Ah, senor, she is a pretty one, no? I will have to check, for she is very new here." Miguel rapped his metal tray with the knuckles of one fist, grinned again and hurried away. Miguel liked working for Bret Figueres; the man paid him well to be of such services, and inside his Latin heart, he had to admire the way Figueres moved in on all the pretty tourists who stayed at the hotel. It would have been enough just to help and learn from the master as he plied on all the lovely single women, but the tips, they were good too!
Figueres had noticed Vivian almost from the moment she'd walked in the Can Juan Bar. He'd been immediately attracted to the way her tight, lithe buttocks moved under the small triangle of dark cloth, and his fingers suddenly ached to reach out and cup themselves around her white ass-moons, undulating sexily as she walked. And then he'd studied her face, with its full naturally red lips and uptilted nose with its freckles across the bridge, and the soft, swimming blue eyes and the shoulder-length blonde hair, and he salivated as he desired to rip her strained top away from her proud breasts and suckle them for a long, long time. He knew instinctively that she'd be fantastic in bed, that she'd fuck back at him and fuck back passionately. His penis throbbed painfully in the constrictions of his pants as he considered ways and means of approaching her, starting the downhill road that would end when his cock was buried in her tight, warmly moist cunt and she was begging for more ... more...
"Senor!"
"Yes, Miguel?" He turned back from his heated staring as the waiter stood hovering over him. "You found out about her?"
"She is one Mrs. Vivian Stalker, from Connecticut. She is here with her daughter, staying in room 211."
"No man with her? No husband?"
"She has been here only for two days, senor. No husband registered, and I have not seen her in here before tonight."
"Hmm." Figueres had an idea about the lovely Mrs. Stalker already. One, lack of husband but with daughter meant that she was probably a widow or more-likely, a divorcee. Women on a short spree away from their spouses rarely come with their children; he knew this from years of experience, of learning the hard way. Room 211 was one of the better suites, and Hotel Phoenix was one of the better hotels in Majorca, being on a cliff overlooking the wide bay and the central town of Palma. It added up in his mind that this woman had money, was in the throes of a possibly nasty separation, and as he studied her face again and saw the anguish and pain etched so clearly across her eyes, he figured that he was right.
Vivian Stalker was ripe for plucking.
It took a lot of money to stay in a hotel like the Phoenix-witness Mrs. Stalker-and his mind pored over ways of letting her pay for his stay as well, as he also thought of means of getting her into bed. Bret Figueres was an amoral, cruel man at heart, a type which are all too common to the sun and surf of the expensive play lands of the world. He had his counterpart in women who did the same, but few of either sex had ever combined such evilness both sexually and monetarily. It was more than a business for him, milking the stray females who crossed his pathhe gained much pleasure from humiliating them, crushing and hurting them as he sucked their souls right out of their unwilling bodies. He began to form a plan...
Bret Figueres was a modern-day vampire, and he had set his lusting sights on Vivian Stalker as his next victim.
"Miguel, what is the lady drinking?" he asked, placing a finger to his lips and leveling his eyes in concentration.
"Gin-and-tonic, senor Figueres."
"Have a supply including ice sent to her room immediately, only don't tell her. Add it to my bill."
"At once. Do you wish me to introduce you, accidentally or otherwise?"
"No, no that won't be necessary. She's had so much to drink now that I don't think she'll be much trouble in that way." Figueres slipped a hundred peseta note from the pile of change on the table and handed it to the boy. "Hop to it, Miguel."
"Si, senor!"
He scooped the rest of the change up, took his beer, and crossed to where Vivian was sitting. He coughed that cough meaning he was sorry to intrude, but thought he must.
"Y-Yes?" Vivian looked up, startled slightly at the interruption. She saw through her alcoholic fog a handsome man with an air of genteel suaveness about him, an aura of gentlemanly sophistication like Cary Grant or Clark Gable. He had well-tanned, craggy features with a little moustache-pencil-thin and waxed, the same black color as his hair-across his upper lip. He smiled at her in a reassuring way, his eyes wrinkling at their corners and dimples appearing above his mouth, in his cheeks, his smile containing only the faint hint of superiority to it. Yes; just like Clark Gable, she thought for some strange reason.
"May I sit down and join you?" His voice, she noticed, was warm and mellow, fitting the rest of his character perfectly. He was dressed casually, but with impeccable taste, in a yellow Italian knit shirt and matching slacks.
"I'd prefer to be alone."
"As you wish, but you looked as if you had a problem, and as we're both Americans...." He let the rest hang, seeing if she'd rise to the bait.
"I ... I do?" The mother blinked, unnerved that her wretchedness had been so obvious to a stranger.
"Well, I'm from New York, here all by myself," he said with a touch of humility. It was a lie-he had been here a long time, moving only during the winter season to the lusher fields of Switzerland and the ski resorts. "I guess you might say that I'm lonely too, and was naturally drawn to a fellow American who looked so-well, so sorry she'd come here."
As he talked, he was sitting down, and before Vivian could protest, he was there, across from her, holding his beer in front of him with a sad expression on his face. Some of her resistance melted. "Really, Mr.-"
"Figueres. Bret Figueres."
"Really, Mr. Figueres, this is all very nice, but I'm not all alone. My daughter is here with me, and-"
"Oh? Where is she?"
"Out on a date." The truth made her shudder and choke, and closing her eyes for a minute, she reopened them and smiled tentatively at the man. "I guess it does show, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does." Figueres sighed and signaled Miguel for another round of drinks, again acting so quickly that it was done before the hapless woman could argue. "Just as mine does, I imagine. Sad thing, divorces." He glanced up to see what the reaction would be on her face, and gloated inwardly when he saw that he'd struck a nerve. "I'm trying to get over mine," he continued, manufacturing one lie after another, "and it's not working very well."
The smoothly talking gigolo went on to tell about a fictitious wife from Manhattan and the time he'd had with her, all the while watching the reactions in the woman across from him. There was the gradual relaxation of Vivian's natural defenses as she began to sympathize with him over his plight, her own mind matching and dove-tailing what he was telling her with her experiences with Cleve. She didn't confess however; that would have been too much to do in front of the stranger, but she mentally fought back the urge to do so. Yet she was putty in the hands of such a skilled manipulator, for inexorably he channeled the discussion to the intimate parts of marriage and love, sensing as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing when to retreat or advance, just as he could sense that he would eventually be able to remove the bikini which covered her obviously little used pussy and delve into its sweetly waiting depths.
Sometime along the line, she'd introduced herself, though she couldn't remember exactly when, and told him things on a general scale about herself. She felt uneasy in doing so, her mind whirling with confusion and too many gin-and-tonics at his sudden appearance and take-over. She wanted him to go away, not desiring to be thought of-even by herself-as a pickup; yet it was better with him here, talking to her. It hadn't been good to sit brooding, becoming more depressed by the minute. Yes, his company was better, she had to admit to herself, and she wasn't afraid of him, for as they sat drinking in an adult and civilized manner, she found herself appraising him with detached interest. Not as a potential sex mate-God forbid the thought!-but as a good-looking and very interesting gentleman friend.
"I could use another beer, Vivian," Figueres said after some time. "And your glass is empty too."
"No, no thank you. I'd better not."
"Vivian, please. After all, we're living in the same hotel."
"B-Bret. But please, I think it's time I went back to my room." Her head was spinning from the unaccustomed heavy amount of alcohol she'd had, especially the Spanish brands which are different than their stateside counterparts, and on her empty stomach, the gin had gone straight to her head. She realized belatedly that she was nearly too drunk to navigate, much besides being able to converse with Mr. Figueres-Bret-and she couldn't even recall the number of glasses she'd consumed. Worse, she really wasn't caring anymore, and that was the signal for her to stop, she knew.
"Let me escort you to your room."
"No ... I'm fine." But when she stood, Vivian staggered and almost fell; Figueres was there, catching her in his strong arms. "I ... I think I had one too many," she said, straightening.
"Then don't say no," Figueres said with a grin, and quickly he grasped her by her arm and steered her to the door. Vivian, unsure of what was happening looked around, but as her feet gave way again, she was thankful for the man's courtesy, and without noticing it, she leaned against him. His way was so sincere, and his gesture so friendly without being wolfish. He was being nice, she decided, a perfectly nice man doing a favor. She gave him her key and allowed him to take her up in the elevator, feeling in the back of her mind that she must look and act the perfect fool in front of him.
At the door of Room 211, she said: "Th-thank you, Bret. It was awfully good of you to see me here. I'll be all right now."
A warm, somewhat quizzical smile played across Figueres' lips as he automatically roamed with his eyes the entire length of her supple, beautiful body. "Your daughter back, is that what you're afraid of? That she should see you with me?"
Vivian blushed crimson at his taunting remarks. "No, of course not, Bret. Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said vaguely. "But since there's nobody there to disapprove of your actions, then let me see you inside."
"No-" But already the key was in the latch and the door open. She stumbled in the room after Figueres, confused by this inexplicable turn of events. "Please, Bret, you better go."
"Vivian, I can't." Figueres turned and now his smile had turned to a frown of deep concern. "You're not a drinker, Vivian, I know that by the way you've been acting. You're very disturbed about something-a f t e r all, that's what brought me over to your table in the first place-and it's no good to keep it bottled up inside you."
"Sit down on the couch over there and let me fix you a drink," Figueres interrupted in an authoritative tone. He steered her gently to the couch and then returned to shut the door to the hall.
"No, I.; . I...."
"Yes, you can." Figueres walked to the fresh gin bottle and tonic, made a couple of drinks, then gave one to her and sat down beside her, not touching, but only studying her troubled face. "It's not right, a pretty woman like you, all tied up in knots. I know you couldn't talk about anything downstairs in the bar, what with so many people around, but here it's different." He set his drink down, and then reached in his shirt pocket as though reaching for a cigarette. He wasn't though; he didn't smoke. He clicked on the battery-operated miniature tape recorder which was cleverly disguised as a pack of Celtas Spanish cigarettes, making sure that the volume was up and the mike in the front of the pack was facing his hostess.
A couple of things were beginning to bother Vivian, even through the almost drug-like haze of her drinking. One was the presence of the gin and tonic, for she seemed to recall that one of the reasons she'd left the room earlier was that the bottles were empty. What was more doing here now? She couldn't think, her mind was going around in too many circles to logically work out the puzzle.
The other problem was that for some odd reason, Figueres' presence was making her uneasy in an ethereal fashion she couldn't quite fathom. She knew that there was nothing really wrong with him being in her room, even if Patty should return early, for in this day and age a lone woman is not considered bad if she enjoys the company of a nice man, as it might have been in her mother's day. She knew that nothing would happen, that Bret Figueres was the essence of discretion, but still there was that pervading air of something wrong, something deli-ciously wrong as if she was skirting danger and relishing it. She tried to think back, but as she recalled the conversation so far, there had been nothing portent about his talk or actions. But his request to have her tell all, to unburden her heart to him, was too much. She couldn't. She just couldn't, and she sipped her drink to keep from having to speak, afraid that in spite of her guard, she would blurt everything out to him.
"Do you want to tell me about it, Vivian?"
She shook her head violently, her hands clutching the glass.
"Come on," he urged soothingly. "It always helps to talk about it, believe me. I did with you, and now I want you to return the favor and let me help you."
Vivian suddenly felt very small and alone, and sorry that she'd allowed Figueres to stay. This man was a stranger-how could she talk to him? Yet how could she try to pretend nothing was the matter when there was, and she'd acted in need of solace and comfort and advice? "I ... I can't," she whispered.
"Is it that terrible?"
"T-To me, it is. I suppose to others it wouldn't be more than a joke, losing my husband the way I did, and alienating what little affection my daughter had for me. But-" She suddenly stopped, realizing that unintentionally, she'd started to tell Figueres about her life. She swallowed back more words, but the dam had been burst, and the liquor made her head swirl terribly. She couldn't think what to do, couldn't control any longer her emotions from breaking through her modesty. Everything was so mixed up. Tears brimmed in her eyes once more, and she was unable to stop herself from crying then, feeling so miserable, so confused, so hurt. She let the tears flow freely, sobbing brokenly without removing her hands from the glass.
"There, there, my dear," Figueres said softly, and placed a comforting arm around her bare shoulder. She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his skin and faint cologne, but the arm was strong and the cologne pleasant, and she allowed herself to be drawn to his chest. Figueres let the soft strands of her hair tickle his face as he murmured: "There, you see? Once you started it wasn't so bad after all. Come on, now, don't stop talking. Let it all come out. It'll be better this way, trust me...."
And Vivian told him. She couldn't resist his persuasion, her own anguish. She told him in broken words about Cleve and Josh McPhereson and the names she'd been called in court, and about her child turning her back to her, and when she was done, she pressed her face tightly to his shirt and continued to cry.
Bret Figueres felt her warm, resilient body pressed to his chest, felt her firm, rippling muscles of her shoulder beneath his circling arm, smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and flesh. She was going to be good, all right; she was really going to be good, and it was all he could do to keep from throwing her down on the cushions, spreading her legs, and fucking her right on the spot. But he still had to wait, to keep up the facade or he might destroy the confidence she was building in him. He sensed that she was open and ready for suggestion now-she was so ashamed and drunk-so instead of anything physical, he spoke soothingly to Vivian, closing the gap between them with carefully chosen words.
"Vivian, listen to me. You're not the one at fault, it's that puritanical bastard of an ex-husband. He denied you life, physical love, the sweet joys of the senses, and what you did with your neighbor was a natural extension of being a woman. You weren't wrong or sinful. The sex act is only something dirty to the warped little minds who have tried to blot it out completely. Sex, masturbation, lust; in short anything and everything which has to do with penises and vaginas and t.he delights thereof are considered unholy by people like Cleve, and celibacy and virginity have been deemed virtues instead of the monstrous sins they are against the source of life. Well, times have changed, Vivian. There is now a healthy reaction against the sickness of this kind of insanity, and just because your ex-husband is fifty years behind times, is no reason to blame yourself for being what you are, a real woman."
Figueres began to stroke the satiny smooth skin of her shoulder and upper arm, now, comfortingly, and with the same tone of voice but with different words, he continued to croon. "But don't think about it any longer, Vivian. Don't think about all those barren years you spent with him, without sex, without his penis and his hands on your vagina, caressing...."
Vivian sucked in her breath sharply, stirred by the use of such lewd sounding words as "penis" and "vagina," she thought about resisting, but his words flowed like warm syrup, enveloping her in a dreamy torpor. She was aware that he was telling her not to think about it any more, but the visions were nonetheless there, and becoming clearer by the second. She didn't want to think about sex, God knew, but as he continued to drone on, she could not stop herself. She sobbed into the thin material of Figueres' shirt, finding a certain security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare shoulder and upper arm.
Figueres could feel her firm warm breasts pressing against him, and the nipples hardening somewhat, and he knew that his words were having the desired effects on her. She was thinking about sex, just as he wanted her to, and the images were in turn causing unmistakable, if un-desired, arousal. "Don't think about a man's cock sliding in and out of you as you strain beneath him, spreading your legs wider and wider to reach your climax. Don't think about his mouth on your breasts, his tongue licking your nipples, your hard, excited nipples...."
Perversely, Vivian felt twitching, excited sensations deep within her belly, and her vagina began to secrete tiny uninvited droplets of lubrication, moistening her pubic hair. Her nippled breasts grew throbbingly hard beneath her skimpy bikini top, and she tried to cease the tingling madness filling her blood by squeezing her legs together, but that only seemed to make matters worse.
"You've been so long without a man, Vivian ... so long without a hard, man-size cock sliding in and out of your cunt, in and out until it shoots its cum deep into your belly. So long, Vivian ... but don't let yourself think, about it, or you'll only get yourself excited...."
Figueres felt the young, bikini-clad woman trembling beneath his arm now, trembling with something more than her former misery, and he thought exultantly: She's ready, she's turned on and wants a man now ... and I'm going to do it!
He continued to stroke her shoulder, taking the glass from her hands and placing it on the table before them. She'd stopped crying, and was now breathing faster, the heat of her breath searing his chest through the shirt. He brought his hand up and slid it along her naked back, down to the curve of her firmly quivering buttocks, then up along her spine. All the while, his words were bolder and bolder: "Don't think about making love, Vivian. No, of fucking, of a man's hard driving cock buried deep up in your pussy, fucking you ... fucking you...."
He heard the sharp intake of her breath as she stiffened, and the convulsive kneading of his shirt by her hands-but she made no effort to pull away. He grinned widely to himself and kept teasingly caressing her breast, running his thumb and forefinger across the granite-hard nipple, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock swelling to agonizing erection in the cage of his pants. A warning voice tolled in Vivian's mind as she attempted to penetrate the aroused state his words had evoked, and yet, between the liquor releasing her carefully controlled emotions, and the way it dulled her sensibilities and fears, she found that somehow his hand on her breast didn't seem so wrong after all, that it felt good, like the hand of a father stroking a fevered child's body in an effort to calm it. His lewd, but strangely exciting, four-letter words spun and tumbled in her mind, making her want to believe that sex was all right, that what she had done with Josh McPhereson-what she was allowing to be done to her now was the clean, healthy way, and Cleve was wrong.
Then his hands were under her bikini bra, lifting the cloth up, and in a surge of sudden fear, she gasped: "No ... no, stop that, Bret. No, what are you doing?" She tried to fight herself and the man, squirming away from his grasp, but in doing so, she turned her body and her mouth brushed against Figueres' lips. "No...." she mewled defenselessly, and then she found his mouth grinding against hers, as McPhereson's had the time before, completely engulfing her lips, flicking his tongue forward to entice her. I can't let this happen ... I can't ... I must control myself ... But the primeval urge she'd for so long a time denied boiled to the surface, and she let Figueres' tongue flick mercilessly in and out of her mouth and allowed him to untie her bra and free her full, proud breasts to his lustful exploring touch. He pinched her nipples and cupped the sensuously throbbing mounds of flesh, making her moan with excitement deep in her throat. Then his hands fell away, and began to roam the rest of her now spastically quivering flesh, and his head dipped down and sucked wetly on one breast, nipping her hardened nipple bud and causing her to whine feebly.
"Please, Bret ... no...." she begged, sensing that she was emotionally to that same point she had been with her neighbor where she couldn't be the one to end this attack. But she might as well not have spoken, for his prowling hands were now all over her naked ribs and belly, then, without warning, slipped hotly between her abdomen and thin top of her bikini pants. His fingers went to the elastic hip band, swiftly moved inside, pushing the material ahead of him, and then touched the first, hot strands of her softly curling pubic fleece.
Virginia jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his hand at her naked crotch; her whole being protested out and she started to oscillate violently on the couch, her mind and flesh two separate entities neither of which she could control. No ... this is wrong ... I'm not a whore, a slut :. . I have to stop him ... must stop him ... stop ... ahhhhhh! But the drunk and moaning young divorcee was incapable of pulling away from the delights Figueres was bringing her, for in truth, it was like running away from herself. She wanted his touch down between her legs, wanted his mouth on her breasts-even though she tried her best to deny the facts to herself, and her body, starved and unchained by the gin from its years of hunger, kept on pressing relentlessly for release.
Figueres dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of Vivian's burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with it and the soft, warm walls of her vaginal slit, reveling in the feel of her pussy and the vibrating arousal of her passions. Christ, he thought, she really turned on, even faster than he'd hoped. She must have been without cock for an awful long time, to get like this ... and when a woman gets as fired up as she is, there's nothing that can stop her!
"No," she continued to protest. "My daughter ... I don't want my daughter to find me again like this ... please let me up, Bret...."
But then he dropped her bikini pants on the floor and pressed tightly against him her now naked flesh, kissing her with wild fury and flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth. A frightened hollowness came alive in the pit of her belly, as she felt herself being transported up in his strong arms and across to the bedroom as if they were one together, her body moving with his rather than opposing it, her weakened state of resistance leaving her nothing to fight with as he lowered her defeated form onto the darkened room's bed.
His hands once more began to explore her naked body, caressing the softly trembling swells of her breasts, splaying open the tender lips of her cunt again as he lay next to her. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his fingers.
"Bret, I ... we mustn't...." she panted in his face. "Oh God, we mustn't...."
"We must, Vivian," he murmured in response. "It is what you want ... it is what you need...."
Shame at what she was doing swept through her as she allowed the almost perfect stranger to probe deeper into the moistly throbbing hole up between her open thighs, whimpering as he wormed in two fingers, then three.. . .
"No, please don't ask ... don't ask...." she wailed, afraid of the truth herself.
But he had to ask, to get her words down on the tape recording so that he could use them against her later, and to heighten his own streak of maliciousness which curled in his stomach. But first-he slipped out of his pants and shirt, carefully laying the shirt next to them so that the microphone of the tape recorder would still pick up their sounds, then once again he pressed against the warm, urgent flesh of the young, excitedly trembling mother. Vivian jerked, feeling the huge hotness of his desire-hardened penis as it pressed into the smooth, naked flesh of her hips, and as his fingers continued to tease at her warm vaginal passage, burrowing deeper and deeper, she moaned and arched her neck, rolling her head from side to side and grinding her naked buttocks down hard into the mattress in a futile endeavor to escape his lewd assault on her nakedly exposed cunt.
"No, no, no," she muttered and gnashed her teeth. Again, he was moving along, but this time he removed his fingers as he rolled on top her writhing flesh, leaving her unsatiated cunt alive with fire, his cock sliding close, dangerously close, to her pussy....
"Vivian ... I've got to have you! I've got to fuck you!" he gasped in his own rising fever.
"No, oh god, you'll hate me afterwards," she moaned, his crude obscenity sending a shock of lewd excitement through her as her vaginal lips quivered and throbbed with her need for him. "And, I'll hate myself, I know I will!" She groaned wetly against his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his penis between her defensively closed thighs. She kissed him hard as he continued to thrust his cock through the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the mouth of the smooth, pink passage she held from him, his every stroke sending a wild sensation as his prick finally burrowed its way through the tightly clasped flesh of her inner thighs to her vaginal lips.
And when it did, when she felt the wetness of the first tentative drops of his seminal fluid ooze from his cock-head and mat her already moist pubic hair arid the long, iron-hard rod break through her tightly clamped inner thighs to nestle against her cuntal tunnel-then, at that precise moment, something snapped within her mind. Her blood-pounding needs overwhelmed her in an inferno of lust and eagerness, and she spread her legs wide to accept him, as she would have accepted her husband if Cleve had so wanted, and she arched her loins upwards in a mute, begging plea to be satisfied.
But muteness wasn't enough for Bret Figueres. "Tell me now, Vivian!" he commanded teasingly. He looked down at her, down at the coral-tinged, blonde-curled pussy anticipatorily aching for his cock, completely abandoned off her modesty and womanly dignity as she splayed it wide for his benefit. "Go on, tell me what you want!"
And in a voice that was strange and detached, she breathed out her answer to him-to him and his recorder-and the salacious words made his cock leap with intensity. Her words were alien and impossibly exciting on her lips and in her ears, words which brought about her final capitulation in mind as well as body, for she had to admit that she did want his cock inside her.
She cried out: "I want you to fuck me, Bret! I want you to fuck me and keep on fucking me until I can't stand it anymore! I want you to fuck meeeeeee!"
"And when I cum?"
"Fill me up with your cum, Bret! Yes! Yes! Fuck me until you cum inside my cunt! Ohhhhh!"
With a low growl of victory, the naked man lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove through the soft curling pubic hair and into her waiting cunt and felt the hot, seething passage clasp out at his cock and absorb his naked flesh like a hungry, unfed child's mouth. She rocked beneath him from his attack, grunting out her passion, grinding her vagina up into his pelvis to take the full length of his massive penis into her waiting belly. She was warm and pulsing inside, and the excited secretions of her pussy walls helped him slide in easily, wetting his surging plunge. He thrust lustily until his sperm-heavy testicles thudded hard against her firm, upturned buttocks, and still he moved harder and faster, flexing his cock as she moaned out her helpless passion, imbedding his driving rod deeply into her open cunt.
"Oh, God!" Figueres groaned. She was better than he'd anticipated! He ground savagely into her, feeling the pliant flesh of her warmly clenching pussy straining to meet his pounding jerks, and as he established a battering rhythm, she opened and closed her legs about his hips and labored frantically with her cunt muscles inside to climb his cock, her loins jerking high up off the bed.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she chanted mesmerically in his ear, lost in the wonderment of what she'd almost forgotten could be so good. She clamped her calves crab-like around his hips, only to slacken them and clamp them harder in a tempo matching his own pulsating beat. He increased his speed and stroke, spurred on by her wildness, drubbing into her savagely as his testicles beat against her upturned thighs.
The young, newly divorced, mother began to babble incoherently, oblivious to where she was or what she was doing, whirling in the delicious storm of her desires. She drew her knees up as she raised herself even more fully to her unknown lover's brutal attack, her moistly spread vagina clasping hungrily around his hotly ramming penis as she rode his shaft wantonly, absolutely out of control, and never wanting the sensations to cease.
"Harder! Oh, Bret, fuck me harder!" she screamed, and Figueres couldn't control the grin at the thought that every word, every moan and sigh, was being picked up on the small roll of tape so close to them. He was sure Vivian's cunt was going to rip down the middle, navel to anus, from his animal-like rampage of her vagina, and he knew then that he was soon going to explode from the pressure of his impending orgasm. God damn, he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer!
And unknown to them, lost as they were in their fusion of cock and cunt, neither Vivian Stalker or Bret Figueres took notice of the open doorway behind them, or of the dark shadow which had fleetingly crossed the living room and now stood in that doorway, the figure highlighted by the lights of the room behind her. They were totally oblivious to the young teenage girl who stood frozen in horrified shock, her tender features drained of blood, as she choked back an insane fury of loathing and horror, her vision swimming close to insanity.
Patty Stalker, slumped against the doorway, aghast at what she was witnessing. Her own mother! Yes-her mother was just the bitch and slut Daddy said she was, and this time she couldn't deny it!
CHAPTER 3
When young Patty left the hotel room with Larry Jensen, the boy had had to catch up with her by the elevators. "Hey," he said, "what's between you and your mom?"
"Never mind," she replied crisply.
"I mean, you and her fight like that all the time?"
"I said never mind!" Then she realized that she didn't mean to snap at Larry, so to soften her words, she added: "Please, Larry, let's not spoil the evening talking about her. She's a bitch, that's all, and the sooner I can get out of high school and on my own, the better I'll like it. Okey?"
Larry shrugged. "Okey...."
Patty glanced at the boy, a light twinge of doubt in her mind now forming as they rode down to the lobby together. She was all alone with him, and although she was on the date to spite her mother, she was now w o n d e-r i n g whether or not she should have gone. She was a little afraid, not so much of Larry as of herself. At sixteen, she'd been out on enough dates to learn about pawing hands and determined grabs, and knew how to subdue the desires which had caused her dates to suddenly get bulges in their pants. But this time, there was a magical kind of chemistry happening to her as she stared at Larry and sensed his warm closeness, some ingredient that hadn't been there with the others, and she knew that she was going to have a hard time controlling her own desires should he make an effort to overcome her virginity. Was it him that did this to her, or was it because she was so far away from home? Or was it just that her own body was developing to maturity and it was time? Time-as one of her older girl-friends had told her, one day you're a girl, and the next you're ready to be a woman, all set for sex and everything, and God help the guy who's around when that happens. She gritted her teeth, trying to steel herself to resolve, and she guessed that it really didn't matter whether it was Larry or herself behind the quivering feelings in her breasts and between her legs-the important thing was that it was there, and she had to learn how to control it. Un-like her mother, who didn't seem to be able to at all.
Besides, being out with Larry not only got back at her mother, it got her own mind off of her loathsome family life.
The evening progressed wonderfully for her, and her doubts faded as the dinner was served all six courses of it-and she drank the Sangria wine. Usually she'd never have considered "throwing herself" at a boy as she had at Larry that afternoon, but she was only going to be here a couple of weeks, and there simply wasn't time to play too coy a game and be taken to all the exciting places she'd read about in the brochures. And Larry had been the perfect gentleman, talking a blue streak about all sorts of interesting things, and not the usual junk that boys she'd dated before constantly bored her with-cars, other girls, and more cars. No, Larry Jensen was a real find, she thought, and as far as she was concerned, she wasn't going to screw it up by playing too hard to get. Up to that point, however, when she could sense she couldn't control herself, and then things would stop. Still, she couldn't be too much of a tease-that was worst of all.
Perhaps a kiss tonight, a little necking, and only after she'd been dancing until the clubs closed, and he'd be too tired to follow up with anything more. Later, like next week, when it was too late for him to get her any farther, she'd allow him to take her bra off and play with her titties. She liked that, and now in her high-school that was socially acceptable as a limit. Everything above the waist-nothing below. She'd found that her breasts were extremely sensitive, especially around her nipples, and she peripherally wondered if her mother was the same. She bet that she was, considering the way her mother liked men.
El Olivo was a small, intimate restaurant, hidden away from the usual tourist area. It boasted a large olive tree in the middle of the floor, lots of little knickknacks hanging from its trunk-and one of the best chefs on the island. Larry Jensen settled back in a leather chair and ordered for Patty and himself, and the chef-who was owner and waiter as well-hurried away to mix up a starting pitcher of Sangria. Jensen chattered in a way calculated to put the teenager at ease, liking Patty and the way she smelled of Pond's and talcum powder, and the way she was so innocently in awe of the scenery around her as they had driven from the hotel to the restaurant. To Larry, the sweet girl was as good as in bed with him now; it would take a little effort, for she was obviously no round-heels pushover like so many of the Scandinavian girls who came to Majorca-but after she had made a production of refusing, she'd come around. He smirked to himself at the dark, lewd dreams of how, and in what ways, he was going to fuck this inexperienced little virgin.
He'd even planned the dinner to help him seduce her, feeding hot-spiced and salty dishes one after another to her which insured that she would frequently and heavily drink the sangria, and leave it to an inexperienced girl to guzzle the sangria as though it was raspberry soda. One of the deadliest of Spanish inventions, it tasted like a mild sweet wine, never disclosing the Cointreau, the brandies, the fizz water which was added.
"Lesh-Let's go dancing now, Larry," Patty bubbled after dinner. She'd become a little thick-headed, but passed it off as the fact that she was having a good time and was excited. They stepped out in the warm night after the boy paid for the meal, and she found that her mind cleared a little in the fresh air, not realizing that she was being slowly brought past the point where she would not care what she did.
"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp and clutching Larry's arm for support. "I think I had a little too much of that fruit punch!"
"Naw, it was just the food. You're not used to it."
"I ... hope I don't get sick."
"You won't. Majorca is a very clean place, and the only time you have to watch out for the food is when they cook the food in aged olive oil. They don't at El Olivo, take my word for it."
They started back toward the big town of Pal-ma-El Olivo being on its outskirts. Larry turned to the girl, smiling broadly. "I thought that you might like to go to the J&B Club now to dance." He pronounced J&B "Ee and Beh," the way the Spanish do. "It's got a fantastic view of the harbor, and is in a windmill. Good music, too, and sort of ... well, sort of romantic, if you'll pardon the expression."
Patty giggled. "That's fine with me. So many of the discos are too big and noisy for my taste. Sure, let's go there."
The night-club was on a bluff overlooking the bay, and surprisingly, it was very close to the Phoenix. But it was hidden on a side-street off an old part of the town, flanked by dark buildings and dingy apartments. The street widened out into a parking area-already lined with many other cars-and there were other clubs around the lot, with garish neon signs and raucous noise spilling out from their windows and doors. The club itself was still further on, down a narrow path, and at first Patty was a little hesitant in following Larry. Once inside, however, and she changed her mind entirely.
It was a low-ceiling, red-plush draped grotto, she thought, the walls flat-white stucco and the floor of the usual tile from which everything in Majorca seemed to be made. The waiters were well-dressed and friendly, and the music, supplied by an excellent stereo system, was of the latest State-side hits. Larry got a low, roughhewn table right beside the windows, and Patty gazed enraptured out at the twinkling lights and the moon which was gilding the water and boats with a silver coating.
"Gee, this is really a swell place, Larry," she breathed. "I'm sure glad you took me here."
"Well, I like it because there aren't many tourists. If you look around you'll see that most of the dancers are Spanish or Majorcan; when they get all dolled up and take their girls out, they come here." He waved his hand in the general direction of the dance-floor, and Patty could see that he was right. "This is my third trip to Majorca, and the first time I went to all the traps, just like everybody else does, but then I found out about this place, and I keep coming back. Oh-here's the waiter. Order something."
"I-I really don't want any more to drink, thank you."
"You gotta have something, Patty. It's the rule." The boy waited a moment, saw the girl's indecision, and ordered for her. "Two champagne cocktails," he said in Spanish to the waiter. Again, he didn't bother to explain what was in the cocktail, besides champagne-Cointreau, apricot brandy, and an orange slice. It would be a good follow-up for the sangria, he figured...
The music never ended, though it changed from fast numbers to slow ones, then evolved back into a string of fast ones again. They finished the cocktails, Patty finding hers delicious and as easy to take as the punch she'd had during dinner, and then she said she wanted to dance. She and Larry danced and danced, squirming and heaving in the exaggerated fertility rites labeled as modern rock, and she swung her arms until her young face was flushed and her head swam dizzily to the frenzied throb coming from the blasting speakers. In between, she retreated to the table and gulped down the seemingly never-ending supply of champagne cocktails until finally, utterly exhausted, she sat down for a long rest, the alcohol now churning heavily in her system, making her woozy and the room to revolve like a carrousel around her.
"Another?" her smiling escort asked, pointing to her empty glass.
"God, no, not for awhile. Let me catch my breath."
"Here, have a cigarette," he offered, leaning over the table and extending a pack. "You do smoke, don't you?"
"Not ... not very much," she answered tim-idly.
"Well, you should have a Spanish cigarette. Try one, at least, just to say you've had one when you go back home."
"Well-" she giggled again, feeling frightfully daring. "Well, all right." She took the rough, dark cigarette and put it hesitantly in her mouth; truth was, she hardly smoked at all, but this was special, and one wouldn't hurt her, and she didn't want to seem like a baby.
"They're stronger in taste, but just as mild," Larry explained as he lit it. "Personally, I prefer them to American brands."
Patty sucked in the first breath, inhaling the smoke and coughing it back up. She blushed as Larry laughed, and then inhaled again in determination. He was right-the tobacco was tastier, giving off a strange, sour-sweet aroma that was very pleasant. She exhaled, looking at the boy with a smile of triumph, and the room swam still faster in front of her. She looked then at the cigarette as if it had caused it, then shrugged and smoked it some more.
The boy sat back, enjoying his own cigarette, and thought: What a stupid little girl. Spanish cigarette, my ass. If I'm caught with these, it's six years in the clink, no questions asked. Marijuana, that's what she's curling into her lungs; marijuana and ground up hashish, straight from Algeria. That ought to set her really free!
The alcohol was pulsing through her blood now, and her brain was contented, spreading warm lethargy through her tender, young body. She never realized that she was smoking marijuana, as she might have in a different place and time-she took the boy's word for what she was smoking, and slowly it too, began to work its insidious effects on her. She felt good, staring out at the lapping water, laughing and talking with Larry in the night-club, not caring to decline the glass of champagne which somehow appeared in her hand. There was a delightful, tingling deep in her belly, so deep that she couldn't imagine its bottom, it was that deep...
A more natural and familiar feeling filtered through to her, and clenching her thighs together, she stood up. "Where-where's the girls' room, Larry," she asked. "I think all that champagne has worked its way through me."
He pointed to a low archway near the entrance. "Over there, next to the boys' room."
She managed to make it to the toilet, relieving herself, and then washed her face, tipping the senora who was there twenty-five pesetas. Instead of returning to her table, however, she had the sudden urge to go outside for a moment, hoping that the clean air would lift the fog that was settling on her brain the way it had back at the restaurant. Without considering Larry, the marijuana and alcohol dulling her judgment, she nodded to the doorman and walked alone down the path to the parking lot, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and drawing deep breaths of coolness into her lungs.
She walked quietly, sucking in the air and making a strong effort to focus her eyes as she moved between the lines of cars. Then, she paused, a sound coming from the car in front of her. Voices! Probably a couple of lovers, she thought dreamily, and she'd just pass them by.
She took several more steps that brought her up behind the vehicle, and then she heard a man's voice say: "Spread your legs wider, honey, ohhh, let me kiss you there between them!"
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation of: "Ohh, Ducky! It's beautiful! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Patty's breath caught in her throat. There was the moon, and from its light showing through the open side-windows she was able to distinguish two half-nude bodies, locked in a sensual embrace of love-making that made her freeze with shock. The girl-not much older than she-was lying on her back with her legs raised high in the air, and the man was sliding down in the seat until his head was down between her thighs, his face even with her open loins; the girl clutched the hair of the man's head and with a desperate grinding of her pelvis, lifted her nakedly exposed pussy invitingly up to his face. Patty saw his tongue lash out and disappear into her soft, hair-lined vagina, then trembled with sudden concern as the girl cried out:
"Ohhh, yes, darling! Lick it! Eat my pussy! Ohhhhh!"
Patty couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and she stepped back, feeling a tightening sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to blink her eyes to bring them into proper focus, to assure herself that she was just having an illusion brought on by the drinking. But the girl in the car groaned and once more Patty could see the man's tongue working slave-like in slobbering subjugation of the lovely girl's cunt, and she could see the contortions of her face above the white mounds of her bared, pulsing breasts. He brought his hand down into the naked crevice of the young girl's sensuously squirming buttocks and raised her thighs higher, so he could flick his tongue into the tight, puckered little hole of her anus, and Patty stared as if mesmerized by the sight; a long, low moan escaped the girl and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, her lips baring back over her teeth at the obvious sensations that were racing through her body.
No ... no ... this wasn't her affair, the teenager rationalized, and she told herself to turn away and leave without them hearing her. But the salacious sight and sounds seemed to root her to the ground, for she had never seen two people naked like that before, and oddly, she suddenly found it affecting her in a way she'd have never dreamed possible. Instead of disgust and sickness, she felt a strange, light-fingered quivering between her thighs, and her mouth was hot and dry. The prurient sensations between her legs caused her to stand holding herself rigid and strained, and that made the growing wetness in the crotch band of her panties all the more apparent to her. Unconsciously, she reached down and stroked the front of her skirt where the vaginal secretions were flowing, sensuously touching her sensitively throbbing pubic mound as she experienced the passion-inciting scene before her in total fascination. The tiny, bud-like nipples of her breasts had begun to ache and tingle with an involuntary desire of their own, the marijuana and alcohol feeding the signals of her lust and arousal to her fevered brain with an intensity which threatened to engulf her. Abruptly, an electric charge shot through the girl and she nearly cried out her alarm as she felt a pair of hands slip around her from behind and clutch at her breasts.
"Shhh, they'll hear you," the voice of her date, Larry Jensen, whispered in her ear. He drew her back against him, pressing her firmly rounded young buttocks back to his already hardening cock. "What a show, huh?" he continued, moving his penis in the crevice between her buttocks. "I was wondering where you'd gone, and the doorman said you were out here. I can see why. She's really getting herself sucked, ain't she?"
"D-Don't talk that way," Patty hissed over her shoulder. "And take your hands off of me this instant!" she ordered, trying to squirm free from his fingers on her breasts, feeling once more the grinding of his slightly pulsating penis in the crevice of her buttocks, the pressure of her skirt in the soft, quivering divide. Suddenly the man in the car stopped, paused and then pulled away from the girl's cunt as he looked up in front of him.
"You hear anything?" he asked in an English accent, craning his neck. Larry, still holding tightly to Patty's breasts, eased her back into the shadows.
"No," said the girl. "But I don't give a damn, ducks. Come back here, let me suck your cock! ... Ohhhhhh."
The figures in the car were silent and still for a moment, and Patty was certain that they'd been heard. And then the teenager's eyes riveted upon the lewdly locked couple, as she saw the man raise up and kneel over the front of the girl's face with his knees straddling her body on either side. His long, rigid cock stood out and she saw the girl come forward eagerly as he rubbed his penis' head against her lips, then the girl took the huge shaft in the warm wetness of her mouth as he tangled his fingers in her hair. The girl began a gentle nibbling motion, and Patty could see the tiny ridges of her soft pink mouth pulling back as he drew in and out, sliding his rock-hard cock deep into her sucking cavity. She watched, transfixed, as he rhythmically sawed in and out, never quite drawing out all the way, but leaving its tip just inside the pink flesh of her ovaled lips, and again she caught the little mewls and groans of pleasure...
Patty squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion before her, and an exciting tingle darted menacingly between her own pulsating thighs once more. "See there, honey," Larry whispered in her ear, "she's cradling his balls now." Larry slipped his hand up inside her blouse, cupping her throbbing breasts hard as she gaped at the wet coupling of the two in the auto, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from muttering a helpless groan aloud. "See that?" he continued relentlessly. "She's nibbling on his cock like it was candy, and stroking his balls at the same time! Jesus! Her mouth looks like a fish out of water."
"Oh God, don't say things like that!" she pleaded, the alcohol and marijuana she had unwittingly taken coursing through her blood and intensifying the sudden unchecked sensations which were beginning to surge through her against her will. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her moral strength, but his soft fingers nipping teasingly at her nipples and the hardness of his penis grinding into the cleft of her buttocks brought forth soft moans of near submission from her lips.
"Goddamn, you're luscious," Larry hissed into her ear. "You make that cunt in the car look like a hag, and look at all the fun she's having!"
"Ohhh, don't...." Patty whimpered as she felt the lewd, delicious feelings rippling across her skin. "No one ... has ever done that to me!"
"Always a first time," he whispered wetly into her ear, his fingers beginning to gather up the hem of her dress in front. "Always a first time for everything."
"Don't do that, Larry ... Don't touch me there! You mustn't!" she sobbed, too conscious now of the heavy groans of passion coming from the car. She moaned and tried again to pull away, but she wasn't able to overcome the myriad of strange sensations building up in her belly against her will. Then, she gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her miniskirt reach the top of her thighs, letting the cool night air rush against them, and Larry's fingers suddenly come in hot searing contact with the softness of her naked thigh. A ravishing shock rippled along her legs as she felt him slip a finger slowly under the elastic leg band of her panties, and she tried to tear herself free, one hand moving his from her loins while her other clung atop the hand inside her blouse that was squeezing her breasts, but he was not to be denied and she whimpered as his fingertip found the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina, parting the soft, sparsely growing pubic hair and making delightful contact with the tiny head of her now excitedly throbbing clitoris. It was wet and slippery from the undesired passions permeating her whole being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back a deep groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Oh, God! There was nothing she could do, and tears of shame and guilt cascaded warmly down her cheeks as to her horror she found her body reacting involuntarily to the maddening caresses of her breast and vagina. She was excessively wet down between her thighs, and she found her hips squirming in unintentional rhythm to the teasing of his finger running between her thighs. Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then, unable to fight her raging emotions any longer, she allowed the boy to slip her flimsy bikini panties down over her full, ripe thighs, exposing to his lustful gaze behind her the beauty of her firm, quivering buttocks and the crevice dividing them with its soft, pubic hair covering that only partially concealed the now excitedly swollen lips of her virginal young pussy.
"God, Larry ... please let me go. No boy has ever put his thing up inside me before...."
The boy holding her from behind only laughed softly, loosening his own pants as his urge to fuck this hot bodied little teenager passed beyond all rational control. He'd planned to take some time with her, but seeing the opportunity, he couldn't avoid taking advantage of it. She'd been watching the couple and playing with her little cunt, and he'd known that she was hotter than the hinges of hell when he'd stepped up to her. His burgeoning cock, taunted by her and the couple, wouldn't have allowed him to stop his advances even if he'd wanted to-and now, the luck of the gods was with him, and shortly she would be bending over forward and receiving her first taste of cock. His!
"See them?" he hissed excitedly. "See the couple? Well, we're going to join them, Patty. Right here. Ohhh, I've got to have you, or I'll burst my balls!"
The girl mewled in abjectness. She had seen the boy behind her slide his pants down from the corner of her eye, saw his thick, hard cock in his hand and then felt him wedge its fleshy hardness between her legs. In a last-ditch effort to stop him from ramming his penis into her, she reached behind her and grabbed hold of his naked rod, using all of her muscles to keep it from entering her from back between her thighs. God! It was huge! She had never been aware how large and hard an erect penis could be, her only views of cocks being the small little things on the boy babies she'd changed while babysitting. God, it would kill her to put that monster in her pussy, it would split her virginal cunt in half-but the feel of it throbbing in her hand sent new chills of forbidden desire racing up and down her nerve strands. Instinctively, she began to stroke and massage the hot, impatient member, rubbing the foreskin tantalizing back and forth, and she heard Larry grind his teeth and grunt between explosive breaths. Then she felt a cold wetness on her bare thigh, and wondered if he had come, but his prick was still hard as steel; it must be the lubricant that men produce...
"Jesus, don't ... don't do that, or I'll cum! Ohhhh!" he gasped frantically. "I can't wait any longer, I tell you!" He fought madly to reach the mouth of her hair-lined little vaginal slit with the tip of his penis, yet all the while Patty was squeezing and jerking at it with her hand in a desperate fight to save herself. Suddenly, he gave forth a harsh groan as though stuck with an arrow in his back, and she felt his prick expand and contract in her hand, and the helpless gasps of passion poured out of the boy. A hot, sticky fluid erupted thickly from his lustfully throbbing cock-head, splashing wetly against her naked buttocks and inner thighs, running down her legs to her shoes. "You did it! You jerked me off! Damn! Damn! Damn!"
He seemed to collapse then, panting and sobbing as a child might. Patty turned around, saw his jumping penis as the last squirts of its wasting semen trickled out and onto the ground, and then she looked at the white liquid covering on her legs, and she felt the moisture of it on her backsides. But she couldn't touch it, couldn't do anything but stare at the drying cum which was before her, and at the boy's slowly deflating penis glistening wetly in the moonlight.
In her mortification, all she could think of saying was: "Take me back to the hotel, Larry. Please."
"Oh, Jesus, Patty, I'm sorry, Larry said. "I.. .
I don't know what came over me."
"It's all right. It ... it was as much my fault as yours," the teenager said dully. She should have done more, she chastised herself mentally; she should have controlled the situation by walking away from the couple-who were still moaning and writhing in the back seat of the car-and this would have never happened. She felt soiled and humiliated beyond endurance, and she couldn't understand what had possessed her, much less what had happened to Larry. But Larry was a man, and it was to be expected-she was a girl, and for her there was no excuse. She only wanted to be alone and have a chance to think. "Just take me back to the hotel. Or I'll walk. Honest, I will."
Larry Jensen sighed, realizing that he'd blown his chances by being over eager and too insistent. That made him want this sweet little cherry all the more, and in a false display of chagrin and remorse, he pulled his shorts and trousers back in place, zipped them up, and said mournfully: "Yeah, Patty. I guess you're right. You'll never want to see me again, I can tell."
"I didn't say that, Larry."
"Then ... you do?"
"I ... don't know, Larry, I just can't say. I don't hate you, but after what's happened-"
"It happened, that's all, Patty. We both got carried away, that's all."
Patty thought about it for a few moments as they walked away, still uncomfortable from the drying male sperm on her legs, but not willing to even pick up her wet and stained panties and wipe the moisture from her skin. She felt that he was telling the truth, and in spite of all that had taken place, she had a gnawing desire to see him again.
"Tomorrow," he urged, holding the door to his small car for her.
"All right, Larry, we'll talk about it tomorrow, at the hotel. But take me there now!"
"Sure, Patty," the boy said, grinning. There'd be another time, another chance...."Sure, anything you say!"
CHAPTER 4
The young, teenage girl, still shaken from her close call at losing her virginity, told her date good-night when the elevator reached her floor. It was still early in the night, but she was exhausted mentally and physically and all she wanted to do was go to bed. Alone.
Larry had tried to talk her out of going home right away, saying that once they were back at the Phoenix, they could have a drink in the Can Juan Bar or go up to his room-which, he told her, was 504, on the other side of the hotel from hers-but she'd persevered and he let her off after she'd promised once again to see him the next day at the pool. She had nearly been raped while witnessing the perversions of two unknown people, had seen her first erect male penis, and had been ejaculated upon-she was hurt and confused from it all, but she knew that it had only been an explosion of the moment and nothing to permanently get upset about. But the thing which made her shudder with anguish was her own loss of control. It had taken everything she had had to stop herself, and she wanted more than anything a chance to examine what had happened in the light of her own feelings so that next time she was with Larry-or any other boy she was strongly attracted to-she could avoid the situation entirely. She trembled as she fitted the key in the room's door, the marijuana and sangria and champagne still filling her blood with tingling effervescence, still gripping her in a partial desire to go back to Larry and lose her hard-fought-for virginity on quaking impulse.
She hoped that she had gotten all of Larry's hot, sticky semen off of her thighs and buttocks-she had wiped herself in the privacy of his car with a rag he kept there-and as she stepped in the living room, she wanted to find that her mother was asleep, that she wouldn't be caught like this and have to endure a lecture and quiz. But the lights in the room were all on, even though her mother was nowhere to be seen. Strange, Patty thought, frowning and brushing the front of her skirt reflexively. Very strange ... drinks on the table, not finished, and her mother's bikini lying on the floor, discarded in a rag-like heap. Then she caught the light from the crack of the bedroom door, which wasn't entirely closed, and she decided that her mother had gone to bed, possibly drunk. She took a deep breath and walked across to the bedroom, fearing the explanations she'd have to make as she undressed and got ready to go to sleep.
A harsh male groan stopped her. It was a sound like the, man in the car! Then another, followed by her mother's slurred voice, too muffled to be distinct, but also reminding Patty of the couple she'd so recently seen. My God! What was going on in there! Her whole body tensed as she slowly pushed the bedroom door open, and inch at a time. The darkness hid the sight for a few seconds, but then her eyes accustomed themselves to the dimness, highlighted as it was by the spillage of light from the living room behind her. But the strange yet familiar sounds of heavy rushed breathing and squeaking springs continued unabated. And then Patty saw-and the horrified young girl sucked in her breath in a gasp of shock. There was a couple in there fucking!
Patty was certain that she was going to faint! She wanted to rush in and tear them apart, and to claw and bite and scream until she drove them like the animals they were far, far apart. She tried to blot the scene from her eyes, but as before, she found herself frozen-only this time it was worse, a thousand times worse! That wan her mother in there! Not some unknown girl of doubtful morals, but her own mother! With a strange man she'd obviously picked up in the few short hours while Patty had been out!
The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly toward the door, affording the teenage girl an even better view-this time of sexual intercourse itself! She could see the stranger's thick, hard cock disappearing and reappearing with hard, desire-driven thrusts into her mother's hungrily swallowing vagina, while her mother's legs were splayed out wide on either side of his pumping body, kicking high and then folding back down over his driving buttocks to pull him tighter to him. Patty could see the tendons standing out on her mother's inner thighs, just as she had with the girl's thighs, but un-like before, the man's hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the taut flesh. He squeezed the firmly rounded moons together mercilessly, forcing the walls of her mother's vagina closer around his rigidly impaling cock, and Patty could see the thinly parted pubic hairs as they grazed teasingly against the narrow, sperm-filled ridge that ran the length of the strange man's fleshy, moistly glistening shaft.
The horrified girl shook her head, trying to clear the haze of alcohol and drugs which covered her mind. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of unadulterated lust before-for while the pagan display between those people in the car and her own inexcusable actions were bad, this was actual fucking ... and by her own mother and a perfect stranger! She couldn't shake that one, shattering thought: her mother was everything her father had ever told her she was-a bitch! a slut! a nymphomaniac rolling over on her back with any gutter rat who could get a hard on! What a bunch of crap all her talk had been about never having been fucked by another man while married to Daddy! There she was, the hypocritical whore! Patty couldn't stand it, watching this awful, naked lusting! But she couldn't pull away, for while the other scene had temporarily hypnotized the young girl, this sight totally ruptured every sinew of her mind, breaking through the crust of her immature control, and she found herself listening and staring at the depravity with that same light-feathered quivering beginning in her stomach and loins.
It was almost as if ... as if she was being excited by seeing her own mother getting fucked half senseless! God, oh God ... the girl kept repeating inside her brain ... What's happening to me?
Then the man stopped his powerful lunges and laughed his wicked laugh again. "Say it," he demanded of the mother. "Say that you want me to fuck you!"
"I did, Bret! I did it before!"
"Say it again! Beg for my cock to cum inside you!"
"Yes! Yes, shoot it up inside me and fill me up! Fuck me, Bret!"
Patty watched in horrified fascination at the gleaming expanse of penis which throbbed lasciviously in the dimness, at the way her mother lurched and rolled for more of it inside her cunt, and then she saw as the man-she now knew his name to be Bret-as he sunk his blue-veined penis once more into her mother, and the woman emit a low, almost painful wail that made the young horror-stricken daughter wince from the harsh force it echoed. And as she continued to watch her mother being fucked mercilessly, the last vestiges of control which had prevented her from losing her virginity with Larry Jensen melted away, for as she watched wide-eyed, she was subconsciously identifying with her mother, and she could empathetically feel each surge of the man's penis as if it were in her own desire inflamed pussy, and when her mother moaned and writhed, goose bumps rippled across Patty's now heaving breasts, making her nipples distend and ache.
Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down the flat plane of her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where-the honey-colored curls of her moistly throbbing pussy were tingling with uncontrollable excitement, and unable to contain herself, she placed her other hand on her breast, rubbing her thumb and forefinger gently around the bra-encased nipple as Larry had done. Her own mewlings were unheard by her mother and the stranger as they thrashed on the bed in wild sexual abandonment. Patty gathered her skirt and slowly slid to the floor and sprawled on the carpet, her naked thighs and moist, pink cuntal hole exposed to the same soft light and cooling air as the nude lovers' flesh was. She splayed her legs wide and lowered her hand to her vaginal lips as she had done before, only this time she knew that she was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't alone now, but was playing with herself while watching the salacious raping of her own mother's widespread vagina.
Her mother placed her own hands on Bret's glistening, hollowing buttocks, her fingers spreading and whitening from the pressure of pulling him gluttonously to her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. Small piteous pleas rolled from her lips, and Patty held her breath as she watched and heard, seeing that both her mother and the man were puffing wildly and small rivulets of sweat were streaming down both their bodies.
Patty rubbed her pussy harder and harder, her fingers sliding in and out, teasing her hardened clitoris, and she felt wave after wave of consuming pleasure ripple through her. She dropped her left hand from her breast then, insinuating one, then two, then three fingers into her moist, vaginal tunnel for the first time ever, intent as she was staring at the wild, uninhibited sex act on the bed. "Ohhhhh!"
"Yes, Vivian! Yes! I'm almost there, toooo!"
Want to cum ... want to cum too ... the daughter's crazed mind chanted, imagining the man's lewdly grinding cock inside her. She heard an unearthly gurgle come from her mother's throat as the woman's buttocks slowed their wide scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis which was buried deep in her cunt. At the same time, the stranger groaned above her and thrust as hard as he could inside her belly, and Patty saw his testicles and loins throb with his release of milky white sperm. For the second time that night, the young teenager watched as creamy fluid cascaded around pink, smooth flesh, this time spewing from her mother's vaginal lips to run down the widespread crevice of her buttocks to the sheets below. And this time, her own climax was set off, and her vagina filled with her orgasmic secretions to the point of dribbling down her own wetly trembling pussy lips onto the rug below. She strained in her release until she thought her limbs would fall off, squeezing her cunt with both hands tightly over and over in spasming tempo. Then, drained and exhausted, the girl collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly.
She peered through dull eyes and heard through ringing ears as she made out her mother and the man cradling each other in their naked arms, still oblivious in their aftermath that they were being spied upon. The man panted for his breath, as her mother whimpered and writhed uncontrollably beneath him.
"You ... you want more, don't you?" he gasped at last.
"Ohhhh, it felt so good, Bret. So damned good...."
"Give ... give me a rest, and I'll be ready to go again."
"Yes, yes ... Ohhhhh, I can't wait...."
The lewd conversation jarred the young, shock-dazed daughter back to sanity, her own orgasm having temporarily released her from her driven desires. Her fingers froze between her legs and then she slowly removed them, her whole being whirling with shock and loathing. She stood, letting her skirt fall back to cover her shame, staring for a last time at the couple on the bed as they fell apart and cuddled one another, her mother fondling tenderly the man's now limp penis and his emptied sac of testicles while he sucked one large breast and played teasingly with her open cunt. Then she turned and fled, stifling a terrible cry of horror. She stumbled through tear-blinded eyes toward the door, feeling lost and soiled, and as the hall door swung silently shut behind her, she heard a loud, mocking shriek of laughter come from the direction of the bedroom. They were at it again, and would be the rest of the night, she was sure.
Where could she go? What could she do now? She couldn't go back, ever again-she couldn't face her mother, not after having seen her being fucked half crazy by that man. And the remembrance of her own wicked reaction brought fresh tears to her eyes. What could she do? She'd left her purse on the table beside the drinks, and now she couldn't even get back in the room because the key was there. Not that she would have if she could-she vowed never, because her mother might catch her the next time and try to stop her, fill her full of more lies about sex and men. No, Patty had to think of something else.
Larry!
The thought came to her like a flash. He'd understand if anybody would. Maybe she could borrow enough money to fly back home to Daddy, or at least enough to phone him long distance! She wracked her memory for the room he'd said that he was in, then remembered-504. She punched the elevator button and impatiently waited for the car to arrive to take her up and away forever, feeling she owed her mother nothing, not even loyalty or love; Larry was the only thing she had left on this miserable island resort, in spite of his crudeness toward her that evening. She had to make him help her, for she knew somehow that the entire train of her life was changed now. Oh God, why did she have to catch her mother with that horrid man ? Nothing-nothing would ever be the same ever again!
"Larry! Larry!" she yelled, pounding on the door of his room with tight, small fists. "Oh, please, Larry! Open up!"
At first, there was no answer, and Patty had a terrible sinking sensation that her only hope wasn't there, that he'd gone out again. "Larry! Larry!" she cried out again, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining the light make-up she'd applied before her date with him.
"All right! All right! In a minute!" came a muffled reply from inside, and then she heard a shuffling of feet and a grumbling curse. The door opened and Larry Jensen stood in the entrance, blinking owlishly, his hair messed up and his face puffed with sleep. He was tightening the belt to a short, cotton bathrobe, his bare legs and feet sticking out from below. Patty's heart stopped for an instant, for she unconsciously knew that the boy was naked underneath as well, but then she swallowed, figuring that it didn't make any difference how he was dressed-he was there!
"Patty!" the boy said, startled as he recognized the girl.
"Oh, Larry, let me in," she babbled frantically. "You must!"
"Sure, sure, but-" he frowned quizzically as he held the door open for her. "Are you sick? What's wrong?" he asked as he saw the anguish which was plain on the pretty teenager's face. "Did something happen between you and your mother?"
She nodded convulsively, wringing her hands abjectly. "You've got to help me, Larry. I'm never going back to her. Never!"
"Jesus!" Larry licked his lips, still confused and thick-headed from his sleep. He'd just dozed off, after a few more belts of liquor, when the girl's insistent rapping had interrupted his dreams. "Well ... well, sit down and tell me about it."
Patty was about to, in a soft easy-chair next to the couch, when another voice called out from the bedroom. "Larry? Who the hell is it out there with you?"
Patty sucked in his breath, looking with wide, trembling eyes at the boy, placing one hand across her mouth as she sucked in her breath. "Who--? "
"That's my roommate," Larry said, jerking a thumb in the direction of the bedroom. "Claude and me, we go on vacations together. Saves money, and you know," he added with a shrug.
More fun that way. We do ... lots of things together." He smirked faintly, but the nuance passed by the girl, as upset as she was at the moment.
"Larry!" the man's voice was more insistent. "If it's a chick, don't hog her to yourself. Introduce me!"
"Right, Claude." He grinned at Patty as he said to his friend, "It's the girl I was telling you about. Patty Stalker, from 211."
"Oh, her!" Claude responded in an odd tone.
"C'mon," Larry said to Patty, "I guess I forgot to mention Claude earlier, but let's make up for that. Then you can tell us what the matter is. Okay?"
"I ... I can't do that, Larry! Not with your friend there!" Patty blushed, embarrassed at the thought of even confiding to Larry, though she knew she'd probably have to in order for him to help her. "It's ... it's too awful!"
"Nonsense," the boy argued, taking her hand. "Claude is. my best friend, I tell you. No secrets between us, and if you need help, he's got a good brain for figuring out ways of doing things. All sorts of things." He urged' her toward the bedroom. "Claude can't come out here, as he doesn't have a bathrobe like I have. You'll have to meet him in there." He grinned, seeing the girl's reluctance. "C'mon, Patty. He won't bite. Much."
The bedroom was exactly like the one in 211, only smaller and not quite as imagine in its decor.
There were two single beds, a small nightstand and lamp between them; the lamp was on, and a husky, squat boy was sitting up in the bed, sheets covering him from the waist down. He was naked above, and Patty shivered as she saw his tanned chest with its mass of dark, curly hair that covered it, and the pug-like face which was grinning widely at her, with its flat, broken nose and lumpy ears and melon cheeks and tiny, pig-like eyes. Claude reminded her in that split second of introduction as a hairy boar.
"So this is little Miss Stalker, is it," the boy called Claude chuckled, and Patty saw his upper lip curl and a tightness started in her throat. He seemed to be staring at her hungrily, she thought, as if he was tearing her clothes off on the spot, and suddenly she felt cold and vulnerable as well, the tightness spreading downward, constricting the muscles of her stomach. "Well, well, you sure are lovely, Miss Stalker," Claude complimented her, but somehow his words took on a dirty, ugly meaning.
"She's in some kind of mess, Claude," Larry told him. "Maybe we can help her."
"Yeah ... maybe we can." His small eyes seemed to sparkle, and his thick rubbery lips glistened as he ran a wet, pink tongue over them. "Maybe we can."
"Patty? You want to tell us now?" Larry asked, still gripping her arm.
The teenager took one more look at Claude sitting in the bed, and suddenly she couldn't blurt out the truth, not in front of this perfect stranger. "No ... no, I made a mistake, Larry," she said hastily. "I ... shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't be stupid, Patty. We want to help you, don't we, Claude?"
"Sure," the other boy breathed huskily. "Always want to help a nice girl like you...." His voice took on a sinister quality.
"No, please ... let me go. Please let me go!" A rising fear gripped her, though she wasn't sure why she suddenly felt threatened.
"Don't hold out, baby," Larry said in a soothing tone, his grip firming on her arm. "Who else besides us is there? You're all alone on Majorca, and you're going to have to tell someone. Trust us, baby."
Patty glanced at Larry, saw his cold grin, and shuddered. But he was right, she was all alone now that she'd left her mother, and the boys said they would help her. ... Even if they wouldn't, she could leave afterwards, having lost nothing except a little more pride perhaps.
"Well. . . ? " Larry grunted.
"I ... don't know how to start ... it was all so horrible. ... After we said good-night, Larry, I went in, but Mother wasn't in the living room, though the lights were on ... I heard a noise in the bedroom, then...."
The shaken teenage girl went on in a dull, flat tone, telling the whole sordid story from the beginning, endeavoring to skip over the part where she'd masturbated. She noticed as the boys' red-rimmed eyes grew more beady with obvious sexual excitement as she talked. Finally, she finished, and hanging her head so that she would not have to look at the burning eyes probing to her very soul, she waited for them to speak.
"So ... that's the story, eh?" Larry asked.
"Yes. I want to go home to Daddy."
"She wants to go home to Daddy," Larry said in a mocking tone.
"And just because she saw her mother being fucked shitless by some guy," Claude added.
"Don't talk like that!" Patty said, flaming with indignation.
"Fuck," Claude sneered. "And shit and cunt and cock and balls."
"LL a r r y," she moaned. "You understand, don't you?"
"Sure, baby, sure I do." And then he snickered lewdly. "But like Claude says, you gotta call it as you sees it, and you saw your old lady fucking. Not that I can figure why you're so het up and mad about it."
"She's my mother!" Patty almost screamed, feeling she was losing contact with reality with the way the conversation was going. "She was like some rutting animal in there with that man!"
"More like she was a woman, I'd say," Larry replied. "She was having a great time and not hurting anybody-except you, and she didn't know you were there. What the hell, sex is good clean fun. Why shouldn't your mother let that guy fuck her?"
"Of all the sick things to say!" Patty cried. "I never-"
"I know you've never, baby," Larry cackled, "and that's why you're so mad at her. You're the one who doesn't understand, and I'm sort of surprised, Patty, because we're the kids who live in the free generation. We picket and demonstrate and fight the cops for freedom, right? Well, why shouldn't we be free inside as well as out?"
"like my mother, you mean," Patty snapped.
"Well, I don't know about her, because she's of the generation which thinks sex is dirty. She's probably got lots of problems, and after being fucked, beats her breasts and cries over it."
"Stop it, Larry! Stop talking this way!" She pressed her hands over her ears, her mind spinning with confusion. "I tell you, I saw her, and it was the most terrible thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Sure it was," Claude snickered from the bed. "That's why you stood and watched for so long, isn't it?" He laughed lasciviously at the girl. "Cut the crap, will you? You got a great big kick out of watching her and the man fucking there, didn't you?"
"No," the young teenager answered too quickly. "I was sickened."
"Afterwards, maybe," Larry said. "But Claude's right. It's exciting to see other people fucking, Patty. That's why you got so hot this evening, when you were staring at that couple sucking each other."
"Larry!" she gasped, blushing. "You didn't tell-"
"Claude's my best friend, Patty," Larry said. "Sure I told him."
"Oh no ... Oh no...." she moaned, dazed and confused. He and Claude were wrong ... or were they? She had been excited by watching her mother and that man, just as she'd been excited earlier, but this went against every ingrained ethic her darling Father had ever taught her. Oh, God, she didn't know what to do, what to think; the vast, boiling anger toward her mother was subsiding a little, caught as she was in this new situation, but she still felt bitter and resentful toward her. She wasn't going back there to live, she knew that ... but that was all she knew. "Don't ... don't talk about it anymore, please," she begged, feeling the onset of new tears. "Just help me, will you?"
"Do you think we can help her, Claude?"
The other boy put his hands behind his head and stretched back, grinning suggestively at the girl. "I dunno," he smirked. "I guess we could. That is, if she will help us."
"Wh ... what do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.
Larry smiled, his fingers tightening on her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Patty, you're smarter than that."
The young girl's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned over. She got the meaning all right. There was the little question regarding what they had in mind, only what was to happen should she be agreeable. Still, she sought to play naive. "If ... if I help you, as you put it ... what happens afterwards?"
"You can stay here with us or phone your Daddy, or anything you want. We'll take care of the money you spend. Deal?"
Patty felt her mouth twisting into a harsh smile of bitterness. The ghastly truth that she was being asked to bargain her virginity for freedom from her mother seemed inconceivable to her, yet it was happening. Coming to Larry had been the worst mistake of her life, and now she had to figure a way of getting out of his clutches before he used brutal force to have his fun with her. And he'd said "we," which meant that his horrible friend, Claude, would also want to join in on the ravishment of her defenseless body. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as vivid memories of Bret's huge cock slithering in and out of her mother's cunt flooded her mind, for Claude was the counterpart of that man. Momentarily she feared that she was going to be sick, the blood draining from her face.
"No ... no ... no...." she whimpered in futile protest.
"She doesn't want to help us, Larry," Claude said. "I guess we'll just have to convince her it's the right way of doing things, eh?" Suddenly he jerked back the sheet which had been covering his loins, and Patty's face contorted in horror at the long, thick, glistening cock that sprang up in full sight from between his legs. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy, throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself up to listening to her. Her eyes trailed a slow path along his torso, up to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There Was none. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face stared back at her. She turned away, and sucked in her breath, for Larry had dropped his robe to the floor now, too, and was similarly standing with his penis straight out in fevered erection, a droplet of emission already forming at the eye of his cock-head. She gaped in transfixed horror at the projecting rod of flesh she so well remembered.
"It can't be! It just can't!" Patty whined, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "Wh-what are you two going to do...? " she heard herself ask foolishly.
Snickers and thin, lewd smiles came at her for answer, while she stared incredulously at the grinning, expectant faces, one to the other, as Larry and Claude obscenely stroked their lust-hardened penises and advanced on her.
"I'll ... I'll scream if you touch me," she warned hysterically.
"Go ahead, scream all you want. The walls are thick and the Spanish are used to tourists making strange noises at night." Larry chuckled. "You want to take your clothes off by yourself, or you want us to for you?" Patty read the obvious enjoyment he was deriving from the brutal torment he was subjecting her to.
The teenager was wild with fear, the lingering effect of the alcohol and marijuana not protecting her mind from the horrid truth of what was happening to her.
She was going to be raped!
Raped by two vicious boys who thought and acted like animals, with no thought or care for her as a human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate would surely be in a few short minutes, for there was nothing in the world that could save her. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from under her mother's bedroom door, and there was no way of turning back now.
CHAPTER 5
Patty leaped for the door, her body and still partially drugged brain reacting to one last desperate bid for escape. She lunged, but Larry caught her easily, holding her while she struggled feebly. She cringed away from him in utter revulsion, the poignant smell of his nakedly perspiring body nearly nauseating her.
"Get her goddamned clothes off!" Claude snarled from the bed.
"I get to fuck her first!" Larry said.
"Fine, because I'll fuck her in the mouth!"
"I told you I was sorry about tonight, Patty," Larry spit viciously, "but the only thing I'm really sorry about is that you stopped me from fucking you earlier. Well, I ain't going to be so nice about it this time...." He began to pull at her clothes and Claude's voice warned him to be careful and not to rip anything in case she complained about it later. "Remember, she's doing this of her own accord, right? Don't want no Guardia Civil nosing our way...."
Weakly, Patty rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, and then, Larry's hands began to paw at her breasts, buttocks and loins, obscenely stripping her blouse and skirt from her. Dear God, there was nothing she could do! She was helpless and outnumbered, alone and completely at their mercy to do with as they wished, as rough hands forced her back on the bed, pulling her legs from beneath her until she was lying flat on her back with both Larry and Claude holding her down, each with an arm and a leg, so that she was spread-eagled before them. Then Larry let go and clambered on the bed, standing brazenly over her, looking down with his hands on his hips, his hefty, erect cock hovering menacingly, his hairy, sperm-swollen sac of testicles hanging like heavy gourds at its base.
"There," he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, you just let yourself go a little, like the gal back in the car when that hungry bastard was licking her cunt. Remember how she wriggled and groaned, pulling her legs way back and shoving her pussy up into his face, so he could run his tongue right up through her slit?"
Patty watched wild-eyed as he bent over her then, drinking in her naked loveliness, his lust-twisted face unbelievably cruel. She could barely breathe as Claude still held her trapped, the wafts of air she could suck in her tortured lungs pungent with male odor. Then she froze in terror as the boy she'd trusted slowly dropped to his knees between her wide-spread thighs, his lickerish eyes feasting on the vision of her golden, fleece-covered vagina. As his head moved forward to her tender, untouched young cunt, the realization of what he was going to do struck her, and she made a muffled groan against it. "No ... not that ... No...! "
"Go ahead, Larry," Claude urged breathlessly. "Can't you see how bad she wants it? Go on! Lick her goddamned cunt!"
A convulsive spasm jerked her thigh and stomach muscles as she felt his warm wet lips pressing into the soft naked flesh of her belly. She tried to cringe from the boy's touch, but his sudden wet contact sent an unwanted chill racing the length of her spine. Then she sensed the moistly teasing tongue tracing downward to the triangle at the juncture of her thighs, and the spreading of her soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs as his tongue laced snake-like into the moist, tight slit of her cunt. A shudder rippled through her at the electrifying union of his thick tongue and her clitoris. Roughly he clamped his sweating palms against the tender insides of her thighs as he opened her vaginal slit wider to him, and she forced her head up, her eyes open wide in abject terror to look down and see him hunched on all fours down between her wide-stretched legs, grinning up at her between her proud, upstanding breasts like a beast of prey pouncing on its helpless victim and devouring it in savage feast. The pink flesh of her nakedly trembling vagina was presented to the boy in defenseless sacrifice, her humiliation complete as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment which was about to take place.
Again, he placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt as with torturingly slow outward movement he drew the ragged pink lips apart, exposing the wet, pink valley between her helplessly aching legs to the mercy of him and the lascivious gaze of his friend, Claude. Claude oohed and aahed and harshly sucked in his breath as he stared over her at her defenselessly palpitating vagina, and then with an animal-like groan, Larry dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the softly tingling walls of her wide-splayed pussy.
The young virgin convulsed, a shivering moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground hard down into the bedspread, as she endeavored to escape the shaggy-haired youth's attack, but with a maddening suck of his lips, he drew the tiny, erect clitoris wetly into his hot, wet mouth and nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth until she cried out in spontaneous reaction.
Patty whimpered wildly under his depraved assault, her head still raised, watching in horrified fascination this nightmare that was actually happening to her as the boy's head rocked up and down in greedy delight between her nakedly-spread legs below. It can't be! It can't be! she thought to herself again, groaning over and over in open mortification, her face falling back down on the mattress and her hair flailing from side to side on the coverlet while his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. Yet, in spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrid things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to purl deep down in her belly and her firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing. The alcohol and marijuana, stilling momentarily in her system by the shocks she'd undergone in the last few hours were only banked coals ready to burst her body into sexual flame again, and the whirlpools of sensations coursing through her from Larry's manipulations were fanning those coals into red-hot conflagration.
She tried to fight back with all of her strength. Dear God, she must not succumb as she had when seeing her mother and that man nakedly fucking on the bed-she must not let her body betray her again! She mustn't!
But suddenly, without warning, the hungrily sucking boy's tongue snaked forward and burrowed up into her virginal pussy like her fingers had earlier, and a lewdly rising pleasure spiraled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wild, scintillating explosions, the hot meteors raining down and taunting her whole being. Her body jerked involuntarily upwards, burying Larry's tongue and mouth deeper up between her open thighs, for fire was rapidly replacing fear ... what was happening to her? She had come alive as never before, and demons danced wickedly along the inner softnesses of her thighs in wicked freedom as her buttocks undulated desperately into the bed beneath her. She frantically tried to quell the searing hot lashes of flame licking maddeningly at her naked, quivering torso, but her pleas to Larry, Claude, and God above were futile. The aphrodisiac qualities of the marijuana and the inhibitional deadening qualities of the liquor surged ever stronger about the pink, wetly trembling lips of her naked vagina!
"Fuck her, dammit!" Claude ordered harshly. "Jesus, I can't stand it, you down there like that! Fuck her now, Larry!"
And then Larry's mouth left her open cunt and slid up over her trembling belly, his penis moving along the inside of her legs as his naked body moved upwards to her face. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, raising soft mewls and gasps from her now opened mouth, and again, she sought to fight back, but it was as if she was paralyzed. He moved higher, and she sucked in her breath as his moist lips fastened tightly on an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure on it. His hands eased over the firmness of her belly and thighs, brushing the soft velvety pubic hair, now wet and matted from his saliva and her unwanted secretions, until she prickled between her legs and gasped in delight. His fingers plied the tender lips of her vagina open as his mouth had, and she groaned, unable to contain herself as she writhed helplessly down into the mattress from his touch, trying to protest in words that would not come as his mouth continued to play and tease maddeningly around her heaving breasts, moving from one to another, his tongue trailing wetly through the narrow fleshy valley between them. Then the boy between her legs inched still higher and his lips and tongue kissed her shoulders, sending telltale goose bumps of inner reaction racing over her flesh, and she knew that she must fight back, but didn't know how.
Then Larry, grunting his reply to his friend, forced his hard, thick prick between her thighs and forced her legs wider out on the bed as he guided his hard rubbery shaft forward and parted the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. Patty tossed her head, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror and humiliation as she felt its first electric contact against the sensitive, ragged edges of her involuntarily flowing pussy, holding her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, petrified in her abject subjugation to the boys' every whim.
"Ohhhh, noooo! I don't want you to ... I don't want-" she gasped suddenly as she felt the hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her helplessly exposed little pussy as he pushed. "Agggg!" she cried out as the tip of his slippery cock-head stretched cruelly the tiny resilient passage, and she felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure.
"Ohhhh, God, nooo!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" She jerked her eyes open and saw the sadistically excited grins of both boys, especially of Larry, who was above her, his teeth flashing weirdly in the light. Dear God, he was killing her, and he was reveling in it, relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the torment of his slow, relentless penetration into her young virginal pussy. Then another, more strange, grin twisted his face, a contortion of sheer raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of her innocent young body naked and spread wide beneath him, the head of his young, lustfully virile cock disappearing into the soft blonde curls of her pain-wracked cunt.
"Jeez," he grimaced, "you're tight! Oh, I've got to fuck you now, or I'll cum all over your cunt like before!"
He came down heavily upon her then, his weight crushing her breasts against her chest as he thrust his hips forward with an insanely inspired motion. His long, sleek cock rammed into her cunt with a battering fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before it, and there was no stopping him until with a loud groan, his balls slapped heavily into the inner cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oh God! Oh God!" the younger teenage girl wailed beneath him. She had never been entered before by anything larger than a finger, and that only an hour or so earlier-and now she was filled to the bursting point in one, savage lunge! Her vaginal passage felt as if his plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds, for he had thrust into her without mercy or thought of injury, the lust-hardened head of his cock shattering her hymen as if it were tissue paper. And now his prick lay sunk deep in her belly, filling her insides with living fire, and there wasn't one small ridge of his hard flesh that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, tender walls of her cunt; Larry's penis was a thundering weapon enclosed in the warm sheath of her no longer virginal cunt like a sword driven deep into an enemy's naked bowels.
He lay immobile for a moment, his face directly above hers. Patty, too, remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it would cause. Silence, except for their labored breathing and the slobbering hissing of the other boy, Claude, as he watched enraptured, hung in the air for a long interval-then the girl felt a throb from deep within her, the breadth and length of his penis jerking as he flexed it inside her pain-seared vagina.
"Agggg," she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting in pained contortion with the shooting torture.
"That's a right tight little pussy, all right," Claude harped with an excited snicker.
"But I'm going to stretch it out for her," Larry grunted in answer, looking down at her straining features and unwilling to leave even a tiny spark of pride left in the proud little teenager. "I'll leave my mark on her so she'll never forget the guy who got her precious little cherry!"
And then clamping his mouth wetly over hers, he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. The agony was like hundreds of poison darts stabbing her naked, sensitive flesh, wounding her soft, inflamed cuntal passage as his movement widened the tight narrowness of her innocent vagina with each short, smooth stroke he took, and she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. So this was what fucking was like, her mind told her wretchedly. This was what a man's penis inside feels like ... How could anybody want it, much less go crazy for it, like my mother does?
But her body was as if severed from her anguished brain, for as the boy continued to pump delightedly into her tightly squeezing vaginal flesh, lewd flames of desire began sparking through her blood in involuntary reaction, and she wilted under the influence, losing her last will to fight. She realized in sudden horror, that in spite of the repugnance and humiliation she felt in her head, she was surrendering totally to this maniacal boy fucking her up between her open legs. The mere thought sent obscene chills of lewd sensation running along the base of her spine as she responded unwantedly to the slow, methodical rhythm of young Larry Jensen's cock skewering relentlessly into her now open little belly.
The muscles and sinews of her legs and torso began to twist and writhe beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth, shoving her tongue with an abrupt abandonment deep into his throat as faint mewls of servile acceptance raised deep from her throat in lascivious torrents. Her face was wrung with passion, her mouth open wide, her neck straining, her nostrils flaring as a light sweat burst out onto her forehead under the now disheveled ash-blonde hair. She subconsciously flexed and relaxed the naked curves of her moving buttocks as Jensen slipped his hands back and cupped them harshly, thrusting up into her now gratefully accepting cunt with greater frenzy, and she pulled her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her pussy opening wider to receive his cock to greater and greater depths.
The maddening pain was easing now, and her legs on either side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled response, and she closed her eyes again, slavering her tongue up into his young mouth, low hums of pleasure rumbling in her chest and belly. She felt the cords in her neck and thighs stand out hard and tense, and she mentally pictured him fucking her, seeing in her mind's eye the similarity between them and the muscles she'd viewed on that stranger who had been fucking her mother, and that made her writhe and squirm under the boy with a renewed fervency of feeling. There was no longer any conscious thought but the beginning delight she was starting to experience, and the morbid sensation of being beneath this young rapist who was fucking her against her will while his friend stood by and watched.
Jensen slaved above her, prodded on by the wild urgings of his insanely aroused roommate, and he moved with longer and harder strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her now hotly clasping young vagina on the backstroke, only to plunge forward again into her uptilted buttocks until he felt the harsh slap of his testicles against the exposed crevice of her anus. He traced his fingers down the smoothly rounded moons of her backside until he found the small, puckered rectal hole nestled defensively below, and he wormed his middle finger in through the tight ring with a sudden, quick movement, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding reluctantly to his assault.
Oh God, it hurt! Patty gasped and then held her breath as the boy thrust harder, this time, as he mercilessly outraged her defenseless little anus. But he gave no quarter, even as she cried out her pain, working his finger lewdly around inside, stretching the rectum wider and wider as he ground his hardened cock ever deeper into her upturned vagina. She made guttural noises in her chest, whimpers of pain hissing through her tightly clenched teeth, but then these slowly subsided to greater and greater moans of hedonistic pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion--just as her virginal cunt had moments before.
Then, Larry smiled a cocky grin of triumph down into her desire-contorted face and dropped his lips to her again, shoving his tongue deeply into her now excitedly sucking mouth as she began to skewer her own cunt and rectum shamelessly back against his finger and penis. He probed her depths methodically with all three of his sensual members, sending new charges of obscene delight shivering through her. Oh, God, she was incredibly impaled, she thought helplessly, between his stone-hard penis throbbing in her vibrant cunt and his finger shoved tightly in her ass-hole, and his tongue deep in her mouth-and the thought raised further moanings from her as she twisted and squealed wantonly under this triple ravishment of her naked, now totally surrendered young flesh.
Again, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his cock boring up against the hidden, unexplored recesses of her womb. She was a mass of exquisite fire, and her loins blazed at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building inside of her. She was vaguely aware now of the hands of the other boy who had been watching running over her like firebrands, and of his wetly slavering lips and the hot friction of his body as he swarmed over her as well, panting and mewling his own demands as Larry Jensen fucked her from above. This was it! Somehow, she never thought it would happen to her and only a few hours ago, with
Larry, she'd denied herself this sublime heaven! Oh, God, she'd been so wrong! She'd been wrong about everything! She panted and writhed wildly now, hearing both of the boys as they breathed harshly and hotly. Larry's cock was a huge, unrelenting beast raging and taunting her, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and it was a dream ... a wonderful, lovely dream! Oh, it was beautiful.. . !
Claude could take no more of the lascivious view before him. He wanted to join in before they came, had to join in before his balls exploded from the boiling swirl of male sperm which was built up in them. With quick, trembling motions, he scooted up to where Larry and Patty were kissing, and getting down on all fours, he hissed: "Stop kissing her, Larry, and give me a little room! I want her to suck my cock now!"
Larry immediately moved a little to one side, allowing his friend access to the lovely teenager's passionately gaping mouth. Share and share alike, that was their motto, and by damned Claude had been good enough to share his women when he had them-anyway, the more the merrier was how Larry looked at things, especially sex. "Go to it, Claude!" he said as he rose to a push-up position above her.
The other boy placed both legs over her straining body, positioning himself with his buttocks above her breasts, his knees snug into her armpits, his lustfully throbbing penis dangling above her face.
"Now ... it's my turn, honey," he croaked down at the girl. Claude took her head between his hands firmly and maneuvered it so that her mouth was level with the blunt head of his cock. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck it good!"
Ripples of horror skyrocketed through Patty's flesh as she stared at the kneeling boy and his lust-swollen penis, and she wanted to cry and gag as it jerked toward her mouth like some large evil python snaking out from a dark lair of thick, curly hair.
"Suck it, I said!" Claude yelled, unable to contain himself a moment longer. He'd tried to wait until Larry signaled him, but the sounds and sights of their wet, rhythmic fucking noises had worked his pulsing cock to where nothing but those tender young virgin lips around it would satisfy. He flexed his buttocks, the slippery head of his penis leaving a wet trail across Patty's smooth, flushed cheek and chin, and then with impatience, he used his fingers to pry her clenched teeth apart, his cock jumping to slide along her lipstick-covered lips. "Suck!"
At first, the deeply impaled young teenager did the normal thing and struggled, rolling her head from side to side in an effort to avoid taking the boy's cock in her mouth, but it was hopeless. Claude had her in too strong a grip, and Larry was assaulting her vagina and rectum still harder now, twisting his finger around in her rectum, stretching it until the pain in her back passage blended with the powerful pleasures coursing through her hotly clasping pussy. She let her mouth slack open memorably as the flames of her pleasurable sensations licked at her soul, and Claude plunged his desire-hardened cock all the way down into her vainly resisting throat.
Patty gagged as the excitedly grinning boy rammed his penis to the back of her mouth almost gagging her, her roundly ovaled lips brushing the short, wiry hair of his young pelvis, his testicles slapping against her saliva-moistened chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the out-stroke of his monstrous assault.
Oh, God help me the teenage girl groaned inwardly as the two boys pummeled her lust-driven body back and forth between them, and then once again, the mental vision of her helplessness, the thought of them buffeting her mercilessly this way, strangely incited her passions to a higher plane. The desire deep inside her belly, incited by the alcohol and drugs she'd taken, became a rabid torrent and she ground her buttocks lewdly up beneath her in a teasing circular motion, constricting with her cunt muscles the hot, fleshy penis pumping into her, squeezing back with her rectal muscles the burrowing finger in her anus. She wanted to exploit everything to the fullest, for suddenly, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lovely swirling sensations shattering every inch of her naked flesh. A strange, masochistic madness possessed her as she lay helpless beneath Larry's hard-driving cock fucking into her cunt and his finger worming back between and into her open buttocks in a wild abandonment as she writhed and bucked beneath them, using the whole of her body and mouth as a welcome receptacle for their obscene, crazed lust.
"Milk my balls!" Claude rasped down at her. "Take them gentle-like, and suck, baby, suck!"
Patty cupped his dangling, semen-filled testicles and sucked demon-like, not because he had ordered her to, but because she couldn't resist it. Her head bobbed up and down his turgid penis like a machine, the sadistic joy of being so whorishly used permeating her body in tingling submissiveness. She mewled out around her lips which were locked tightly around his throbbing cock as it slid in and out, and she knew that at any moment he was going to pump his lewd white sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in thin white rivulets-and instead of the revulsion at the idea, as she had experienced before when seeing the cum spurting from Larry's penis or the warm male liquid which had inundated her mother's cunt and spilled out onto the bed, she thought of it as the most wonderful thing which could happen in the whole world!
She wanted to be saturated in sticky white sperm, until it spluttered out of her flooded cunt to dribble down her already thickly covered thighs, and wanted to grovel in it, swallow it until her whole body was as filled as her pussy! She wanted to stretch her body, and she sucked insatiably at the hard prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the first cock she'd ever tasted, thrusting her loins back against the wailing Larry Jensen to get every fraction of his passion-hardened penis up into her hungrily clenching little pussy.
Then she got her wish!
At the same time her own climax began to rise to a crescendo, the cock fucking her in her cunt spurted its creamy hot charge deep up into her welcomely contracting belly, splashing violently against her vaginal walls and drizzling back out of her to trickle down the saturated, hair-covered cunt-lips against Larry's smoothly fucking loins. His balls massaged her anal crevice, causing the young girl to spasm forward, submerging the giant prick in her wildly sucking mouth to its very hilt. Then, it as well burst forth with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the deliciously pungent male liquid in a manner she had never dreamed possible, her cheeks bloating as she swallowed Claude's ejaculations excitedly, clasping her lips in a tightly fitted ring about the spurting shaft so she wouldn't lose a single drop of the hot, thick cum. But it was still too much for her, and some still dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping motion to wipe the spewing fluid back into her mouth as Claude's collapsed penis pulled free from her lips with a wet, sibilant sluicing sound.
She skewered her buttocks back savagely onto the still pumping cock of the other boy, Larry, and his demoniacally rotating finger in her anus, and with a low, animalistic wail coming from between tightly gnashed teeth, she felt her own young and innocent body explode in a fantastic shower of raging sparks, wracking her entire being with a wild, uncontrolled ecstasy that sent her mind whirling madly through the voids of ecstatic space.
She fell back, exhausted, the boys sprawling on either side of her. Her flesh was beaten and satiated; and then temporarily a sense of shame and remorse returned as she realized who she was and that she'd just been wildly fucked and no longer belonged to the select few known as virgins. But somehow, that didn't seem so important now; somehow, after having experienced the delightful secrets of sex and men, all of her resistance to losing her hymen seemed so much of a tempest in a teapot. She knew, in the hazy afterglow of her climax, that she could never be without the pleasures of sex again, but then-
Suddenly, and without warning, her blissful world was shattered, as a wild, high-pitched cry reverberated in the small bedroom. She recognized the voice at once, and it turned her blood to ice water, and she sat up in a sudden jerk, her sexual torpor replaced by shame and humiliation. Patty Stalker looked directly at the door of the bedroom, and standing there with THAT man was her mother, with eyes as wide as could be.
"Patty!"
"Mother!"
CHAPTER 6
Unknowing that her daughter had seen her with Bret Figueres, Vivian Stalker cried out her delirium while the man hammered above her, bringing her to her third or fourth-or was it her fifth?-orgasm. Beads of perspiration formed on her flesh, and she strained for her completion, just as she had for the many hours she'd been fucked by him, all her existence wrapped up in Figueres' giant cock buried deep in her cunt, pulsating with uncontrolled abandonment. She had no shame, no pride, no reality, only the lewd sensations as she obscenely begged the man to continue.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" she cried out in raptured freedom.
"Do what?" he panted, thinking of his tape recording and gloating at how well she had innocently condemned herself with her salacious outcries. "Do what, Vivian?"
"Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" The foul language burst from her lips, and the thought of her subjugation to this perfect stranger's lewd demands excited her further, and she groaned and ground her buttocks up tighter to his own surging loins. The young mother heaved with intense passion, the climaxes of before forgotten as if they'd never happened in the intense rapture that was spiraling like wildfire in her long denied loins. "Fuck meeee!"
Christ, Figueres thought as he jammed into her with ever-increasing force, he'd never run into such a tigress before! She was insatiable, it seemed, exploding in orgasm under him and then hurtling herself wildly at him for more, ever more. It was as though he'd fed her Spanish Fly, the way she demanded cock. He grunted and hammered and felt the walls of her vagina seep the warm, sticky fluid of another beginning climax. She rose up and pressed herself against his pubic hair, rotating her cunt around him with renewed fire.
"God ... God ... don't let this ever stop!" she screamed. Whore ... bitch ... slut; she was all of these and more at that moment-she was a woman! A full-blooded woman twisting in the build-up of her latest orgasm. "I'm cumming ... it's happening again ... I'm going to cum again. ... I'm going to cummmmmmm!"
She bucked beneath Figueres, maddeningly, wantonly, uncontrollably, and abruptly his plunging cock stiffened and spewed more great white spurts of hot male semen far back into the already inundated cavern of her tortured womb. A shudder of delight surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body and her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of the man's chest, their hardened nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat. She fucked back insanely until her climax poured over her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, incredible elation, roaring through her aroused body, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his penis, her breath rasping in short, frenzied gasps, as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her into orgasm.
Vivian's firm body fell back on the bed, then, her belly still churning from the unleashed tide of her passion. Never had such joy existed-her flesh had been fulfilled at last-and the shame and guilt was second place as she lazily let herself drift into merciful oblivion.
"God damn," Figueres husked as he rolled from her, slipping his deflated penis from her cunt. "God damn, I guess you've finally had it for awhile, eh, baby?"
She was only able to moan in reply, everything a hazy lavender fog. The years of sexual deprivation had taken their toll, making her utterly abandoned once she'd allowed herself to let go, and in a fury of excess, she'd tried to make up for her unwanted celibacy in one, huge burst of frenzied orgy. Now, for the moment, she was satiated beyond belief, and as Figueres rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom, she hardly heard him leave, and wasn't cognizant at all of the fact when he stopped beside his shirt and slyly turned off the tape recorder. She felt a strange sense of detachment, a grogginess, a flooding lethargy that prevented her from opening her eyes past a mere slit, and it seemed as though her limbs were severed from her torso. It was so good just to lie here, drifting.. . .
Then, the alcohol partially worn off, the import of what she'd done burst through her, and she thought of who she was and whose thick cock it was that had so recently spewed its warm liquid sperm inside her shamelessly craving vagina. The impact hit her hard, and the traces of her sleepiness vanished as she sat up suddenly. "Ohhhh," she groaned aloud, her head like a block of molten lead and her muscles tied in spasming knots. "Ohhhh, no I didn't! I didn't!"
The room empty, Figueres momentarily in the bathroom; Patty's mother staggered crazily from the wet, orgasm stained bed, thinking that perhaps it had all been a nightmare. She lurched against the bureau and stared at herself in the mirror. "No, no," she moaned thickly, it has to be a dream. It just has to be!"
Yet heavy lines marred her fresh, clear skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply in their sockets as though she'd aged ten years in the last few hours. She looked down at her nakedly battered body and saw the mass of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her breasts and down between her inner thighs. Her rich, full dark-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and her genitals ached with a dull, continuous ache. Light exploration of her vagina proved to be exceedingly painful, as between swollen pink lips and matted blonde pubic hair, she felt the lingering wetness of Figueres' many ejaculations into her and the coagulated mixture of her own lubrications and secretions which covered her well-fucked cunt. She gripped the edge of the bureau from the sharp spasm of pain which lanced through her pussy and up into her belly as she moved her finger around in horror.
"Oh God, it's true...." Her disgrace, she felt, showed like the hot sun of Majorca itself. What had happened to her? Why had she so basely succumbed to Bret Figueres? Her eyes puddled at the thought she might be pregnant ... a fitting punishment for being the woman her husband had always considered her to be.
Then the toilet flushed, and the naked form of Bret Figueres came out of the bathroom, his cock swaying limply against his large, hairy scrotum. "I don't know about you, Vivian," he said heartily, coming up to her and cupping one breast familiarly, "But I've got to take a breather. You've worn me out!"
"Ohhhhh, God," the young woman wailed, wrenching herself away from his grasp.
Figueres frowned. "What's the matter? Didn't you like it?"
"Of course I did," she said bitterly. "Didn't I show that enough times to you?"
"Well, I'll even get better, I promise."
"No ... no, there won't be another time. Bret."
"Why not?" Figueres asked. "Are you angry?"
"No," Vivian said. "I'm very satisfied, as a matter-of-fact. You were very good, and I'll remember it as long as I live ... but. it's finished. I ... don't want to see you again."
"What's the matter, afraid your daughter will find out?"
Vivian couldn't reply to his snide question, the anguish of her betrayal to all that she felt to be good and proper making her choke.
"Or perhaps it's your ex-husband," Figueres went on. "If he knew about this, then he could take your kid away from you. Is that it?"
Vivian turned, fear hitting her hard in the stomach. "You ... you'll keep this a secret, won't you?"
"Well, now, I'm glad you asked that question, Vivian."
"What ... what are you driving at, Bret?" The mother pressed herself against the bureau, a sudden clammy feeling of apprehension coming to her in reaction to the man's venal tone of voice.
Figueres studied the blonde-haired woman for a moment, seeing her eyes glazed with fear and regret, her body trembling. Then he sauntered over to his shirt and brought out the miniature tape recorder, and he held it up in one hand. "See this, Vivian?"
"Y-yes," she replied, a feeling as if a snake was crawling up her spine making her skin creep. "W-what about it?"
"Listen." He flipped the top button; there was a high squeal as the tape rewound, then stopped at the beginning. He turned another knob on the recorder's face. From the speaker came:
"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, BRET! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME AND KEEP ON FUCKING ME UNTIL I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE! I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEEE!"
"AND WHEN I CUM?"
"FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM, BRET! YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME UNTIL YOU CUM INSIDE MY CUNT! OHHHH!"
There was a cry from Bret, and then rustling of him and her on the bed. Vivian sucked in her breath as she listened, her face flushed. Smiling lewdly, Figueres flipped the tape onto fast forward, then stopped it again. Again, Vivian could hear the intense movement of the bed, groans and mewls and squeaks and thumps. Then:
"HARDER! OH, BRET, FUCK ME HARDER!"
Then a little farther on the reel, the horrified woman, still in shock from this incredibly vile recording, heard her guttural moans of passion. She stood thunderstruck and her face and breasts crimsoned with embarrassment and disbelief at listening to herself make love to the naked man across from her.
"SAY IT! SAY THAT YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU!"
"I DID, BRET! I DID BEFORE!"
"SAY IT AGAIN! BEG FOR MY COCK TO CUM INSIDE YOU!"
"YES! YES, SHOOT INSIDE ME AND FILL ME UP! FUCK ME, BRET!"
Vivian's hands shook almost out of control, and she turned away and hung her head in humiliation and agony, attempting to blot out the ugly pictures forming in her mind as she recreated the scenes from the voices and sounds on the tape. She could even feel the rhythm again as she and Figueres twisting and churning, locked together in lewd intercourse on the tape. Her gasps and groans coupled with the squeaks of the bed made it all too clear, all too obscene.
"Turn it off," she pleaded. "Please ... I can't stand any more."
"What, and miss one of the best parts? Listen...."
"I'M CUMMING! OH GOD, I'M CUMMIIIINNNGGGG! AHHHHHHHH!" There was a slight pause, then Vivian heard herself say again: "MORE, BRET! OH, I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE! I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE COCK! BRET, GET HARD AGAIN! FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
"That was when you came the what-second or third time, Vivian?" Figueres chuckled lewdly. "Right after that, you told me about your husband being lousy in bed even when he took you, which you said was about once a leap-year." He chuckled again. "Very funny line, I must say. You want to hear it again?"
"No ... no...." she blurted, dropping her head into her hands and sobbing like a small child.
"Well, I think that's enough, actually," he said calmly. "It proves my point."
Vivian couldn't reply, the utter shock now making her almost trance-like, her only sounds those of her weeping. Figueres watched the whiteness of her nakedly rounded buttocks as they quivered from the force of her crying, and he studied the delicious fullness of them. It was all he could do to keep from reaching over and clutching them with his hands, the obscene thoughts of once again sinking his cock up into her hot, steaming pussy shifting through his mind. He allowed her a few minutes for the initial reaction to wear off, and then he said smoothly:
"What are we going to do about this tape, Vivian?"
The mother managed to swallow her sobbing long enough to ask, "Wh-what do you mean? I ... I don't understand."
"Well, if you think that your escapade on this tape is upsetting to you now, how would you like your husband or daughter to hear it? How you wanted me to fuck you over and over and how you told me about your ex-husband's sex life, how bad it was. Hmmm?"
"You-you wouldn't!"
"Not if we can come to some kind of arrangement, I suppose. We're both adults, aren't we, Vivian? I'm sure that if you try hard enough, you can think of ways of keeping me quiet."
The horrified woman whirled around and cried out: "Blackmail!" She stared at him in total hatred. "You're nothing but a sick, degenerate blackmailer!"
"Don't call me names, Vivian. I get angry very easily, and you don't want me to get angry, do you? You want to please me." He grinned and rubbed his hands together after placing the recorder back in his shirt pocket. "Call it business, Vivian. Business between intimate friends," he added with an arrogant snicker.
The guilt-laden mother felt the room sway, her mind frozen in a disparaging, irrational state of panic, too confused and miserable to plan out a course of action. She wanted a drink, her throat parched and arid, a drink to steady her nerves and give her a few seconds in which to think. She mumbled: "L-let's go in the living room, Bret. I-I must have something to drink. Please."
"Be my guest," he said, giving her an exaggerated bow and sweep of his hand in that direction. "It's your gin."
She staggered in the other room, hastily mixing a fresh drink at the credenza, and without waiting, she lifted the glass shakily to her lips and sucked the strong gin and tonic gratefully down her throat. Figueres took a seat on the couch and crossed his legs, staring at her lush nakedness with a lascivious gaze. She lowered the glass, burning with shame, feeling dirty and filthy in her exposed nudeness.
"Now then, feel better, Vivian? Good ... Let's consider you and me. I want something you've got, and you want me to give you something I have. A trade can be arranged."
"Bret," she said hastily, clutching the glass as if for support. "Bret, I love my daughter very much. I have only this chance to make her see that I do love her, and her father was wrong about me. I ... want you to forget what happened between us this evening ... I've never been completely with any other man before except my husband before ... please give me the tape and go."
"You joke." Figueres' voice was contemptuous and icy.
Vivian stared wild-eyed at the greedy blackmailer, his eyes glowing like burnished wet olives in their sockets as he devoured her ripe thighs and trembling breasts. "Money ... I'll pay you money," the hapless young mother babbled. "How much do you want?"
"Oh, quite a lot," he replied in an off-hand manner. "It's very expensive to live in Majorca the way I like to." But then he leered with a cruel smirk. "I also want you, Vivian, you and your wild-ass, swinging cunt. God, you're a regular mink in bed, and one of the best damned fucks I've ever had. Your hot little pussy is part of the price, I'm afraid."
"Oh no! God, no!" Vivian moaned, and fell against the chair next to the credenza, toppling into its soft cushions in such a way that all of her ripe, hair-lined pussy was splayed wide to Figueres' lascivious stare. "I can't let you do it to him again, Bret ... I just can't!"
"Oh, yes, you can," Figueres coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked them. "And you will; you're too damned beautifully built not to. I'm going to enjoy taking you all the rest of the time you're here on vacation. And you're not going to get that tape back until the full two weeks are up, either, just in case you think about leaving on the next plane out."
The mother's mind whirled at the humiliation of sitting nakedly displayed for this horrible, depraved animal as he uttered his degrading demands, and frantically she attempted one last act of bravado, hoping to scare him into silence. She looked back at the man, steeling herself to be cold, her courage spurred by the gin she'd drunk and her desperation.
"If you don't hand over that tape, Bret, I'm going to call the Spanish authorities. You're trying to blackmail me in the most despicable fashion imaginable, and I'll have you arrested as a sex offender on top of blackmail and coercion. I bet they haul you off to some cockroach hole in the ground and let you rot forever."
His harsh, biting laughter cut off her threat like an axe through kindling wood. "Who are you kidding, Vivian? You report me, and you'll have to explain about how it happened-and that will lead to public scandal, which is far worse than the private disclosure I'm threatening you with." Figueres chortled at the tear-streaked mother and added: "Face facts, Vivian. I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you senseless anytime I want-and, get paid for doing it!"
The evil man laughed loudly, and Vivian found that she had no come-back, nothing at all that she could say in her defense. She turned her face away again, unable to look at his gleefulness, and whimpered resignedly, knowing in her heart that there was no way she could defeat this foul snickering beast. She could do nothing except submit to his repugnant advances and pay him his black money, and hope-pray-that when her vacation was over, he'd keep his end of the bargain. She was entirely at his mercy.
"Well, can I fuck anytime I want?" he demanded nasally.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Louder! I didn't hear you well enough, Vivian."
"I said, yes! Yes, you can fuck me any time you want!"
"Fine, fine. I'm sure right now you hate me, but when we get back into bed and I start fucking you again, you'll come around to my way of thinking. You'll see."
She shuddered with the horror of allowing him to ravish her helpless genitals again-God, how had she ever thought him as attractive?
"Ah, but you were too much, Vivian," Figueres sighed. "I haven't rested sufficiently to get another erection. Another five or ten minutes, and then-" He let the perverted threat hang in the air, chuckling again. "You have any cigarettes around here?"
"I don't know," she answered dejectedly. "Maybe in my purse." She heard him rummage around in something, but was too lost to respond, still enveloped in the horror which she had been thrust into unwittingly. Then: "None in here, Vivian."
She turned, confused. "But my purse is in the bedroom. What-" Air surged from her lungs as she saw the small, brown leather purse on the coffee table. She slumped back against the chair cushion, realizing what its presence meant in one blinding flash of incredulousness, her heart sinking even lower than it had been. That purse was the symbol of utter, final defeat of everything she hoped and lived for; Bret Figueres was a threat, but that purse--!
"Oh God...." she groaned, blanching an ivory white.
Figueres looked up, a quizzical look crossing his features. "You look sick, Vivian. What is it?"
"That purse," she croaked. "That purse there...."
"So?"
"It's ... it's my daughter, Patty's."
"I still don't see what's the matter." He looked at the purse, finding nothing remarkable about it, then back up to the mother. "So it's your daughter's purse. Why shouldn't it be here?"
"Because ... because she took it with her when she left on her date, that's why." Vivian started to laugh then, a hysterical, giggling howl of insanity, rising higher and higher-until she collapsed, hunching forward into wracking sobs. "I ... I know she had it with her ... I know it!"
"Well, what of it?" the man demanded, becoming both alarmed and distracted by this peculiar turn of events. "So she had it with her this evening. Stop it, Vivian, and explain this to me, you hear?"
"Don't you see?" She said, swinging from crying back to her laughing. "Don't you see? You fool! You idiot! You and all of your imagine plans to get money from me! Useless! So much nonsense!"
"Stop it or I'll slap your face! I swear I will!" Figueres leaped up, clenching his fist, his face ruddy with anger and frustration.
"Haaaa! She was here, Bret! Now do you understand? She had to have come back sometime while we were in the bedroom, or her purse wouldn't be here now! She saw you fucking me Bret! She saw us naked!"
Stunned, the blackmailer sat down heavily on the couch again. "She ... was here," he whispered tonelessly.
"Yes, and she saw us! She must have come home early-, seen us, and in her haste, forgot her purse! She knows about me, Bret! You can't do a thing to me anymore I Your tape recording and threats are all empty, because she'll tell her father, just as she did before, and that will be the end of everything! You couldn't have done a better job on me if you'd tried! Haaaaaa!"
Figueres, enraged at what was slipping through his fingers, and highly unnerved by Vivian's hysterics, jumped up again, took four long strides across to the babbling woman, and slapped her. He swung the flat of his hand across her face, his blow making a resounding sound that rocked her over onto her side and left a red imprint on her swollen cheek. "Get control of yourself!" he snapped. "You're acting insane!"
Vivian felt as if her whole head was going to fly off, and her heart stopped as she fought for air. But his slap had brought her back again, and coldly she looked up at him. "I'm ... I'm all right now."
"I'm ... sorry I had to hit you," he apologized. "I ... don't like to hit women."
"I thought your kind would," she retorted, holding her burning cheek with the palm of her hand.
"That's enough of that," he growled. "Now, where is she?"
"Patty? How would I know? Anywhere, so long as it's away from me, I imagine."
"Well, think! We have to find her!"
"Why do you care, Bret?" she sneered. "I'm her mother."
"Then start acting like one instead of a baby, will you? Hell, you don't imagine I want you to lose her, do you? I'm not heartless, for
Christ's sake, only a businessman. And she's out there all upset and alone, and Lord only knows what kind of trouble she'll fall into if what you say is true. Anyway, whether you and your ex-husband battle over her until the next century, you still have to exist with her somehow. Don't you want a chance to explain?"
"Yes ... yes, I do. Oh, Bret, I want to very, very much."
"Then we have to find her, the sooner the better!"
"But I don't know where she is, I tell you!"
"Well ... you said that she was on a date. Who with? Do you know that?"
"Some boy she met at the pool today." Vivian pressed the tips of her fingers to her temples, trying to clear the buzzing from her mind, to think logically and clearly. "His name was ... was Jensen. Larry Jensen."
"Good. Maybe she stopped in to get something, and she's still with him. Do you know where he lives? Is he a resident or a tourist?"
"He said ... Oh God, it's so hard to remember all of the conversation from this afternoon, so much has gone on since then." She groaned, bringing her naked legs up and squeezing her smooth-skinned thighs together, concentrating. "Let's see, he told Patty he was here from America, from Seattle I think. Yes, that's it ... and that he's staying here at the Phoenix!"
"Good! Excellent," Figueres said. He hurried to the house phone and dialed the desk in the lobby. He was shaking in his concern, not as much for the reasons he gave to the mother-though he did feel sympathetically toward her plight-as for his own safety. He had to locate that damned kid before she went to the police, for in spite of what he'd told Vivian, he was in fear of the Guardia Civil and the Spanish jails, and a hysterical teenage girl telling all about him and her mother fucking in bed would send him away for a good many years. The authorities in Majorca are hardly ever seen, and never bother the tourists-unless there's trouble, and then they land with both boots and ask questions later, if ever. He had to try to stop that from happening, and beads of sweat peppered his forehead and chest as he impatiently waited for the line to answer.
"Hello? Desk? Can you tell me if a Larry Jensen is registered here? ... Good. No, don't ring. Is his key there? Did you see him come in by any chance? ... Ah, excellent! Muchas gra-cias, senor!" Figueres hung up and turned to the mother with Abroad smile and a sigh of relief. "The desk," he explained. "They say he's in room 504. They saw him and your daughter enter some time ago, but that neither of them have left after that."
"But that doesn't mean for sure."
"No, but it gives us a starting point. If she isn't there, he might be able to tell us something that will help to locate her. Now, quickly, put on some clothes. No, there isn't time for that-every second counts," he contradicted himself feverishly. "A dressing gown, put that on. It isn't much, but what the hell, we're only going up three flights, and nobody will see you. Hurry!"
Without waiting for her, the blackmailer trotted into the bedroom and scooped his clothes up, putting them on in lightning speed. When he was done, Vivian was standing by the door in a Japanese print silk robe, a red plush rope tied around her. She was still reeling from the impact of everything, confused and trembling with emotion. A dull fog covered her eyes, as if her brain was registering only half of what was happening around her.
Figueres grinned lewdly at her, stirred in spite of the emergency by the provocativeness of her naked body so lightly covered by the thin, gauzy wrap. He could see her nipples poke almost through the cloth, and the way the material hugged her curves, dipping into the soft blonde triangle of her vaginal mound. "Brother," he breathed, feeling a tingle in his loins, "brother, if we only had a little more time."
Then, grabbing her hand, he almost pulled her off her feet as he rushed out the door and down the hall to the elevators.
The car, when it arrived, was full of some drunken party-goers, the men dressed in white ties and black suits, the women coiffured and in long, formal gowns. They all stared at the odd couple, and blushing, Vivian hugged the thin, gossamer robe tightly around her body, which only seemed to accentuate her nudity underneath. The men's eyes ogled her shamelessly, one bald fellow licking his lips with a wet smacking sound. Young Patty's mother was grateful when the elevator reached the fifth floor and Figueres hustled her out and down to 504.
"There, this is it," Figueres said, standing in front of the blank, wooden panel. He knocked once, but received no answer. He rapped harder a second time, and then the door swung open slightly, Larry, in his haste, having not checked to see that it had latched properly when he'd ushered Vivian's tender young daughter into his evil den.
"It's ... It's open," Vivian said in a hushed voice.
"There's something going on in there," the man said, listening intently. They could both make out the faint assortment of muffled groans and sighs coming from the other side of the door, and impulsively, the blackmailer pushed the door wider and stepped into the empty living room.
"Bret, don't," the mother objected, for intuitively, dark foreboding about what was going on flooded her mind, and a certain unfamiliar luridness clutched at her belly and groin, making her want to turn and run away, to leave the apartment.
"The hell I won't," Figueres said sharply, goaded on by his own fear of what might happen if he didn't find the daughter. To him, better a devil he didn't know than one he did ... He stepped across the room, Vivian clutching his arm for support and whimpering slightly in her anguished state of mind. They reached the bedroom, the door to which was wide open, and light spilled out from it in such a way as to figuratively spotlight the bed before them.
"My God!" Figueres gasped, stepping back a pace in his shock.
"Oh ... no ... no, not Patty!" the mother moaned, her sounds of suffering muffled by Figueres' body. "Not my darling child!"
"They're ... they're fucking her like animals!" the man managed through the lump in his throat, for as worldly and blas' as he was, the carnality he was witnessing in his unpreparedness staggered even his jaded senses. "I don't believe it!"
Vivian Stalker let her jaw drop and her eyes bulge, her heart leaping in her chest, and she began to shake uncontrollably and cringe from the debauchery that was displayed a few feet away. She couldn't comprehend it, and her brain spiraled convulsively. God, oh God ... she kept repeating aimlessly inside herself. God ... my daughter is a virgin ... she can't be part of this ... God, oh God.. . .
It couldn't be her beloved daughter, that beautiful, darling little nymph with her golden hair and young, firm body sandwiched lewdly between Larry Jensen and that other boy! No, not her innocent Patty! But, God, she was, and Vivian sucked in her breath in absolute disbelief as lewdly, her young teenage daughter sucked with fish-ovaled lips around the strange boy's cock as he pumped wetly in and out. The mother mewled as she saw Larry reach down and skewer the girl's twitching anus with his finger as she writhed and undulated under him in demoniacal fervor, allowing herself to be buffeted like a limp rag between the two boys. Vivian was shattered to her very core as she took in all of the carnal scene of Jensen working animal-like in the wide-splayed cunt of her child's young tender body, and at the other boy fucking his lust-hardened cock into her mouth from above. She'd never dreamed of such rampant abuse of the flesh, and now she realized the full consequences of her actions with Bret. It was all too obvious that Patty was reacting wildly and insanely to having seen her fucking Bret earlier; that her daughter was striking back in mad and crazed desperation, and that this would never have happened if it hadn't been for her-Vivian's-inability to control her own emotions! Patty was punishing her by punishing herself, and that fact made the mother weep copiously and clutch at Figueres' arm with claw-like fingers.
"You ... you have to stop them, Bret!" she pleaded.
"But what-"
His words were interrupted by a long, low howl coming from one of the boys, and transfixed, he and Vivian watched with bulging eyes as the one fucking Patty's mouth suddenly sunk the full length of his penis into her young, tender throat, and the girl choked and swallowed desperately as hot, thick sperm exploded out from between tightly locked lips. She sucked and swallowed, her cheeks and throat working feverishly, and then the boy fucking her cried out, and jerked his buttocks convulsively, and more semen flooded the teenager's soft, pink flesh and Vivian could see the telltale gushes of his sperm spill out from between her daughter's wide-stretched, hotly quivering legs. Then Patty stiffened as if in a cataleptic fit, mewling from deep in her belly-and as one, the three youngsters collapsed in quaking, uncontrolled satiation.
The mother felt her face crimson, and unable to contain her anguish and guilt, she cried out her wretched torment in a piercing scream.
"Oh god!" she wailed to the heavens. "Oh god!"
And in response, her young, nakedly spread daughter jerked upright, her own mouth wide and her eyes like an owl's as she stared at Vivian. Her legs were in such a way that her matted pubic hair glistened wickedly in the light, Larry's cum a pearlescent contrast to her reddened skin and blonde silk curls. More semen dribbled obscenely from her lips and chin as she choked and sputtered for words, fright and pain etched in her dazzling eyes.
Vivian stumbled forward, her arms outstretched in supplication. "Patty," she cried out.
"Mother!"
CHAPTER 7
Vivian stopped halfway across to her daughter, staring in utter disbelief at Patty, her outstretched arms like lead. She dropped her arms, sucking in hot breath as she viewed her innocent child's tender, swollen breasts and still throbbing, still demanding cunt. Another scream welled up in the mother's throat, and she put a fisted hand to her open mouth, biting her knuckles until they bled, her torture-glazed eyes bulging wider.
She somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat: "Patty, Patty ... why? Why?"
Little Patty fluttered her eyelids. "Mo ... Mo...." and though she tried to speak, her jaw moved up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-blurred, puffed eyes on her mother's tormented features. She slowly staggered to her feet, the shock of having her mother find her losing her virginity in a screaming, crazed orgasm was too much for her to handle. She knew that although she had caught her mother, being fucked half crazy by the man who stood beside her-Bretthat still didn't give herself the right to do what she'd done with Larry and Claude. Tears of self abasement streamed down her young cheeks, and she tottered in shame, her face blanched the color of bleached flour.
"Ohhhh, this is all my fault," Vivian wept openly. "All my fault. You saw me with Bret, and you're trying to fight back and purge yourself, and it's all my fault ... I'm so ashamed, Patty ... I'm not fit to be your mother...."
The lovely young teenager looked at her mother, and then down at herself, at her fresh, smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at her scarlet-tipped nipples and her alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with wet male sperm, at her pubic mound nestling between her clenched thighs, with their swollen, inflamed vaginal lips and abused, moistly glistening cunt. She looked at her whole, naked body and she found the courage somehow to comprehend the truth.
"No," she said in a low, choking voice. "No, Mother, it's not all your fault. I wanted this-I don't know why, or why I couldn't control myself with these two boys-but I have to be honest and admit I wanted them to fill me with their cum. I didn't care who they were, just as long as they fucked me until I couldn't stand it anymore."
Vivian swallowed hard and took another couple of steps to where her daughter was standing beside the bed. She didn't see or hear the three men in the room; her mind and soul was only intent upon her beloved Patty. Her child's lewd words struck fire in her, sending her belly churning and she knew that she had to say something to wash the blight of guilt from Patty's young mind.
"You ... you don't mean that, darling. It is all my fault, for I started this whole sordid mess. You're young and inexperienced, and I ... I should have known better. I'm no better than your father called me, Patty ... I'm a slut. I'm not fit to live!"
"Then ... neither am I, Mother." Patty gazed with new understanding at her mother, and all of the hate and resentment she had harbored for her over the years faded away. She had been hurt and angry before, but now that she had experienced real sex, knew what her father had withheld from her mother, she couldn't blame her any longer. "No, Daddy is wrong. You and I are alike, Mother dear, and we must face what we are-women-as we are-good and bad."
Vivian took a moment to answer. She focused on Patty's pear-shaped breasts and thinly matted young pubic hair, and she slowly came to realize that Patty was no longer a child, that she couldn't close her eyes to the obvious fact that her daughter was responsive to the same sexual drives as she, and that her daughter was speaking with wisdom and honesty.
"Is ... is that how you truly feel, Patty?"
"Yes," came the soft reply. "Yes, that's how I feel, and I can only hope that we can both help one another from now on."
"Oh, Patty!" Vivian cried out, and suddenly she and her young teenager were in one another's arms, hugging each other as tightly as they could, attempting to bridge the gap which had divided them for so long. "Then ... you can forgive me?"
"There is nothing to forgive, Mother dear." She held onto the woman, her face pressed to the thin silk robe. "There never was anything to forgive, only I was too young and naive to know that. Now I do. I told you, we're one and the same, and we must go on from here. Love me, Mother, love me...."
"I do ... I love you, Patty, and I want you to love me...."
"Yes, Mother, I love you with all my heart. Oh, I've been such a fool...."
Bret Figueres had been watching this, at first incredulously, and then with a certain cynicism.
He ogled the young girl thoughtfully as tenderly Vivian cradled her abused, debauched daughter, aroused by the naked and excited body of the girl who was as fully developed as her mother, and his cock gave a painful lurch in his pants. God ... he'd like to fuck that young, sweet cunt as well as get into her mother's again, and he rubbed his hands up and down the sides of his pants in rising urgency, his eyes burning holes through the two women pressed so close together. Before-when Vivian had dropped the bombshell about her purse-he'd sublimated his craving for sex in his fear of being arrested, but after walking in on the daughter being fucked shitless by two guys at once, he could allow himself to relax, no longer afraid. Actually, he was feeling very safe, for she was just like her mother, and had no intention of going to the Guardia Civil; perhaps he could turn things around to his favor again and get into that luscious looking pussy of the child, maybe even make a mother-daughter combination out of it! Yes ... yes, that sounded very tempting.
"A touching little scene, don't you think, boys?" he grinned callously. "A real heart-grabber if I ever saw one."
Larry and Claude, feeling relieved at the fact that they were safe, snickered and cackled appreciatively.
"Ought to be in the movies," Claude taunted.
Vivian looked up, her cheeks red-hot with indignation. "Shut your filthy mouths, all of you." Then she said softly to her child: "Come on, Patty. Get your clothes and we'll go back to the room and talk things over. We'll work out all our problems."
"Yes, Mother...."
"Not so fast, Vivian," Figueres snapped, catching her arm. "The evening's still not over."
"Let go of me, you ... you animal!"
"I still have the recording," he said evilly.
"What recording?" Patty asked innocently.
"No, Bret, you can't hurt me with it now. Patty and I are together at last. You can't get at me any longer."
But Figueres only laughed low and ugly. "I can't, can I? Your ex-husband still could use the tape you know; he'd take your daughter from you even if she doesn't want to leave. The judge will rule in his favor; remember his warning."
"Oh God, no!" Vivian gasped. The threat was even more horrifying than before, now that she and Patty had found the love and devotion for each other that she had so long desired. "You wouldn't!"
"Yes, I would," Figueres snarled. "I told you, I'm a businessman at heart. I helped you find your daughter, now she can help you earn that recording back. That is, if she wants to stay with you."
"Of course I do," Patty said indignantly, then she demanded: "What is this recording you're talking about? Mother?"
"Don't tell her, Bret, please don't. Leave her out of this, I beg you. Can't you see how much she's been through already?"
"She seems to have weathered it better than you, my dear," the blackmailer hissed. He said to Patty: "I have a tape recording of me and your mother fucking. If I don't get my way, then the tape will get sent to your father, and you know what he'll do with it."
Patty blanched, sucking in her breath. "Yes ... yes I know what he'll do. I'll have to go live with him, and I don't want to. I see now that he was the one wrong all these years, who poisoned the marriage and my love for Mother. He's a horrid man-I want to stay with Mother!"
"Then you'd both better cooperate." He chortled demoniacally. "Right, boys?" he called out.
"Right," Larry said enthusiastically.
"God, this is a hot one!" Claude barked.
"Ohhh, darling," Vivian moaned. "God forgive me. God forgive us both. This is horrible, horrible."
"Don't ... don't worry, we'll get through it. We've got to, if we're going to stay together, and I know this beast would do what he threatens. We have no choice."
"You're damned right, you don't," husked the man breathlessly. "Now, you, Vivian-get out of that dressing gown. I want to see that tender, lovely cunt of yours again."
"Noooo, please don't make me," whimpered the young protective mother, but it was her only defiant gesture. Figueres reached out a grasping hand and tore the rope belt apart, letting the gown drape open, and then he yanked the thin cloth from around her shoulders, and the robe slipped from her arms to puddle in a heap on the floor like a fallen flag of surrender. Vivian locked her eyes on her daughter so she wouldn't have to see the man as he tore at his own buttons and snaps, shedding his pants and shirt in a frenzy, and then stood next to her with his immense, hard and glistening penis throbbing in full erection.
"For a beginning, I want you two on the bed, playing with each other. Yeah, a real mother-daughter combination." He fingered the once-again aching sac of his testicles, the lewd and prurient thoughts kindling his lust-hardening cock to new rigidity.
Vivian gasped in horror and revulsion at the perverted demand. Not only was Figueres desiring lesbianism, but with her own daughter! She couldn't! She regarded Patty once more, gulping with parched sobs as she studied the girl's breasts with their hard nipples, and then lower, to the hair-lined lips of her so recently fucked vagina and the dainty pink clitoris nestling in their wet, trembling folds.
"Patty ... my darling...." she groaned.
"Damn it, do it! Or I'll mail off that tape tonight!"
The mother's arms went around her blonde-haired, quivering child even as she felt Patty's arms go around her, and stumbling, they went to the bed and lay down upon the soft covers, facing one another. They stared into each other's pained eyes, seeking solace in them, and Vivian knew that indeed, her daughter was like herself, having committed sins of the flesh, and were having committed sins of the flesh, and they were now caught helplessly in the enslaving blackmail of Bret Figueres' depravity. They pressed against one another, drawn by mutual needs, mutual goals, mutual love, and a mute bond of empathy and affection tied them closer together and helped blank out the hoarse urgings and lewd calls coming from the three males hovering over them. Things were a little less shame-together, they fought to hold their sanity as their breasts touched and their nipples pressed against the other.
"Now, start making love to each other, you bitches!" Claude wheezed, his cock swollen with the lewd, perverted show he was watching.
"Yeah, Patty," Larry added in a hoarse whisper. "You said you love your mother ... well, prove it!"
Slowly, Patty pressed the soft, young curling fleece of her pubic hair into her mother's loins and arched her back, moaning in the bitterness of what had to be done for her-and her mother's-future. She kissed her, kissed her hard the way she'd kissed Larry, and found to her surprise that her mother's lips were enticingly agile and soft; and in spite of her guilt of knowing that her daughter was kissing her as if she was a lover, the mother responded, fluttering her tongue out and entering Patty's hot, still sperm filled mouth as she stiffened her resolve to cooperate. Patty sucked the pink, trembling tongue and found that she could not help running her hands over the fresh, firm skin of her mother, touching her naked breasts and nipples. They squirmed on the bed, locked in their incestual embrace, and Patty moved her hand lower, to caress one satiny, white buttock.
Vivian, sensing that her daughter had steeled herself to go through with this depravity for her benefit, melted with deep love for her. She looked up, gasped at the ring of males who were leering down in vile delight, then she shut her eyes, hearing the sinful chuckling from above, and let swiftly flickering tongues and familiar soft fingers send out urgent, arousing messages, allowing her own fingers to rub along the tender, young backside next to her as she trembled with the strange forbiddenness of her degradation.
"That's it! That's it!" the blackmailer prompted.
"More! More!" chorused the excited, pagan young boys.
Spurred on by the sex-crazed demands, Vivian and Patty caressed each other's breasts until they were swollen and throbbing with unwanted sensation and their nipples were four chips of stone biting into the other's tormented flesh. Vivian could feel her daughter's hot breath on her face and her mind cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands were moving of their own volition, down over the hot, fevered young hips, down to the naked, moist covering of soft curling pubic hair around Patty's quivering vaginal region. okay God ... Oh God...
The teenager felt her mother's fingers seek out her pink, wet vaginal slit, and she groaned involuntarily from the teasing touch, undeniably pleasurable spasms of their contact with her flesh, and in response, she located her mother's clitoris with her extended middle finger and flicked at it as if she were masturbating herself.
Larry drooled uncontrollably as he watched the mutually subjugated mother and daughter fondle each other's warm, wet, eagerly accepting cunts, and he glanced over at the man who had started all of this, remembering that his name was Bret. Figueres was sprawled beside the women as he reveled in the lewd display, his again rising cock pulsing as his hand stroked it lightly. Larry glanced up at his groaning roommate, caught the evil glint in Claude's lust-filmed eyes, and then in trembling urgency, he turned back to the man again. "God, Bret, I can't stand it like this! Get them to do something else! Get them to suck each other off!"
"Yeah, kid, yeah...." Figueres panted obscenely. "You're on the ball, kid, you read my mind." He snickered in contempt for the women, and slapped the mother on one buttock. "You heard the boy, Vivian. Move around and start licking your daughter's cunt!"
"No, please no...." Vivian mewled piteously, but her cry was cut short by Figueres. "You fucking bitch! You will, or you'll never get that tape back, you hear? Suck her, now I"
"I ... can't! I just can't!" she wailed abjectly.
"I will, mother dear ... I'd rather love you than one of them...." Patty mewled, and she began to slide away from Vivian's clasp, giving a shuddering whimper of dull abhorrence. Vivian raised her head to watch in half-revulsion, half-captivation as the trembling, naked form of her teenage child moved on all fours ... she didn't think that Patty could do it, even though she'd volunteered-but then she saw the girl position her lovely, moon-shaped buttocks beside her face, one leg up in the air and bent so that all of her barely mature vaginal slit from the hairless, puckered lips of her anus to the tender, moist folds of her tender young pussy was displayed openly to her eyes.
Patty had always considered the act of oral love between women as incredibly abhorrent, one of those things which, as a little girl, she had never allowed herself to consider. But when she sucked in her breath and gazed sideways at the softly curling fleece of her mother's pubic hair, and at the enticing flesh just beyond which was honey-dewed with sparkling droplets of moisture that her tiny fingers had raised, and then breathed in the musky, perfumed scent of her cunt, Patty quivered excitedly, flicking out her tongue and teasing the fleshy valley spread before her. She heard her mother moan and raise her leg as Patty had hers, opening her cunt wider in unwanted reaction, her body twisting from side to side from the grazing tickle of her daughter's lips and mouth. Patty eased inside the wet, tingling cleft and found to her shock that she received an electrifying stimulation from the delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink tongue and lips invading her mother's cunt, forgetting in her excitement where she was or what she was doing as she swallowed the sweet ambrosia of slippery female juices which were being secreted heavily.
Her mother groaned deep from within her belly and began to pant explosively from the salacious passions which were involuntarily flowing out of her loins. She heard her daughter gasp for air and then bury even her nose back into the wildly quivering cavity of her vagina, and begged Patty to stop ... stop before it was too late ... but then the young girl's mother realized that it was too late, that she no longer just endured the agony and humiliation, and was actually enjoying the depraved immersion of her daughter's tongue in her naked genitals.
"Oh, God ... Patty, that's enough ... oh, Patty ... please ... Ohhhh," she pleaded, twisting in the grip of her daughter's increasingly voracious tonguing, writhing as Patty refused to stop, shamefully aware that she herself was unable to break the open, nibbling mouth which was glued insanely to her responding cunt. Her pleas died in a strangled mixture of sobs and sighs, and her body convulsed as she wanted, and yet didn't want, her daughter to cease.
She gazed at the proffered triangle of curly blonde pubic hair undulating a few inches from her, and at the swollen ruby vaginal lips of her daughter who was kissing her own cunt, and the lascivious sight became beautiful and sublime to the mother. She brushed her fingers along Patty's trembling abdomen, and saw little droplets of lubrication appear at the coral edges of the tender, young pussy slit, and the skin felt so good and warm to her touch ... Vivian let her hands rove freely, circling the girl's thighs and buttocks, though still she couldn't bring herself to dip into the pulsating crest of hair and flesh which was so invitingly open to her. She couldn't.. .
And then she was before she realized fully what she was doing, clutching Patty's whitely rounded buttocks and drawing her face to them, letting her lips and mouth tangle in the light wisps of pubic curls with a near spastic urgency. Disgust surged through Vivian for a fleeting moment, but it was overridden by her love-by her physical love-for her daughter, and her tongue burrowed in the soft, gently pulsating pussy that pushed urgently against her mouth, licking molten swaths all the way from the child's anus to her vaginal hole and her tiny, quivering clitoris.
"Ohhhh," Patty moaned out in a muffled voice. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Faster ... Faster ... Ohhhhh, Motherrrrr!"
The passionate teenager strained her loins into her mother's face with all of her nubile strength and she salivated as never before as she tongued and kissed and sucked the clenching confines of Vivian's pulsing cunt. Patty felt as if she was being torn apart by fiery lust, and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her flesh absorbed in the delicious sensations running rampant through her blood.
The walls of Vivian's pussy grasped her daughter's tongue, and her clitoris trembled from the driving young teeth and lips. Her muscles flexed torturously along her inner thighs, as her untapped, unrestrained emotions hurtled her toward a fantastic climax. Yes ... yes ... she and Patty were going to cum together, by each other, and no longer was the mother ashamed or tormented by the way their love was being expressed. This was too good ... too lovely to be wrong...
"Ohhhhh, man, I gotta fuck one of them!" Claude screamed, rolling back and forth as if in great pain. "I gotta! I gotta! I can't stand just watching any longer!"
"Yeah, Bret, yeah!" Larry intoned in similar frenzy. "Let's fuck them both now!"
Figueres, his eyes like flashing beacons of perversion, chuckled lasciviously. "Take the mother, then. Take her any way you want-because you've had the daughter and I haven't."
"Yeah ... yeah..., " Claude croaked. "I want to fuck her ... I gotta fuck her in that cunt ... You got to fuck a cunt last time, Larry."
"She can suck me off, then," the other boy panted, crawling closer to Vivian. "Hell, Patty loves to suck cock ... I bet she does too. Ohhh, my balls are on fire just thinking about it!"
"And I'll take the little girl the way I like the best," Figueres rasped. His mind raced with all sorts of lewd combinations, and his heart slammed in his chest, his loins fired with lasciviousness. He chortled gleefully. "Yeah, I'll take her my favorite way."
"How?" moaned Vivian, fearing the worst. "How?"
"In the ass!" Figueres crowed. "I'll fuck her in the ass!"
"Noooooo!" groaned the tortured Vivian. "Not to my baby, take me that way! Take me-but leave my little girl alone!"
"Never, Vivian, not if you want that tape! Haaaa!" And the evil blackmailer hovered over the defenseless form of the young, tender teenage girl, lusting with gloating eyes at the throbbing white buttocks wrapped tightly around her mother's anguished face. "Yeah, in the ass!" he taunted, and roughly, he grabbed Batty and tore her away from Vivian as the boys closed lustfully in on their naked prey.
CHAPTER 8
Vivian couldn't believe the absolute pit of depravity into which she had unwittingly sent her daughter. Even though her passions were unnaturally aroused by Patty's loving tongue on her cunt, the mother was shocked by the impact of Figueres' words. God, he was going to sodomize her child right here, a few inches in front of her own face! The obscene thought made her groan and grind her heated hips into the bed, and looking at Patty, she saw that her daughter was going to go through with it, too far gone in humiliation and determination to resist.
"Kneel up, little girl," Figueres commanded crudely, eager for this perversion. Patty hesitated, then rolled onto her knees and lifted her buttocks high, away from Vivian's warmly sucking mouth, and the mother groaned from the lewd sight of the man assuming a semi-squatting position behind the young girl's firm, white buttocks, poising his lust-hardened penis just above the crevice of her ass as he greedily ran his fingers over her thighs, pinching her flesh and parting her trembling backsides so that her tiny, virginal ass-hole was visible to Vivian's horrified eyes. Patty gave a momentary look of sadness to her mother, which Vivian could only return with tear-blurred eyes-and then suddenly she, too, was pulled into a lewd kneeling position, no longer able to see what was happening to her daughter as Larry Jensen crouched down in front of her on his knees, her vision entirely taken up by his bloated, throbbing testicles and his hard youthful penis as he held it before her with his hand.
"Suck me, Mrs. Stalker," he ordered through gritted teeth. "I want you to suck me now, before I cum all over the bed!"
All the horrified mother could see was that blood-engorged cock, its thick shaft glistening in the bright lights of the bedroom, and her stomach churned at the horrid thought of taking such a huge, wet, penis into her mouth. She'd never done such a perverted act-or had it done to her until tonight-for her ex-husband barely touched her at all, and when they had made love the few times he'd given in to her, it had been without any foreplay or variation. Not that she would have allowed it-the mere idea of kissing a man's penis was sickening and gagged her. But the young boy pressed his hands tightly to her ears, imprisoning her, making her stay still before the ever-nearing rod until the hard, spongy cock-head finally touched her lips, rubbing lightly across her teeth. The terrified woman hesitated, revolted by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by this boy, but then the lewd threats Figueres had made flashed through her mind again, and she parted her lips to receive the young, palpitating pole. To suck the boy's penis now only accentuated the horrible entrapment she and Patty were in, was the act of abhorrence which signified her anguish and capitulation to the obscene outrages which she had brought upon herself.
Larry Jensen gasped and leaned forward, sliding his cock wetly up into the young girl's mother's mouth, and she tasted the male pungency of his' secretions as they filled the warm cavern between her cheeks. She would suck his cock, suck it hard and passionately until she had that damning reel of blackmail tape safely in her possession, and she could destroy forever this enslaving night of evil. She ran her tongue around and around the shaft of the boy's cock, flicking the tip into his tiny open slit at the head of his blunt penis, feeling him swell and pulsate with life. Yes, she would show him and
Figueres, too, she drummed through her mind. She'd show them all that she could please; they wanted her to suck, then she'd suck ... they wanted a whore, then a whore she'd be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her tormented mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing the weird masochistic sensations that were beginning to rise in her belly and loins.
Vivian Stalker sucked and licked in earnest supplication, and as she did the powerful stimulations her daughter's tongue had sent coursing through her body built again into a raging fire; a great shudder of revulsion passed through her as she realized what she was now avidly doing, the exquisite madness of being totally subjugated to their mercy coupled with her traitorously tingling vagina quickly overcame all opposing emotions. She felt the hair of his pubic area against her chin and lips, his testicles sweeping against her with each thrust, and as the previous sensations of abandoned lust grew again to hotly burn her seething pussy, nothing mattered but the ecstatic agony of swirling heat which once more seared her naked flesh. She swished her tongue with vengeance about his throbbing cock, the masochistic response of her helplessness permeating her soul and making her mewl submissively from around her sunken cheeks and her tightly ovaled mouth that was filled with pumping cock, and the young woman shivered inwardly in forbidden blissful delight.
Patty saw her mother's lips nibbling with an eagerness as Larry thrust forward with his young, muscular hips and slid his wetly sheening cock in and out of the confines of her warm, wet mouth. The girl stared at the tiny ridged flesh pulled back from her mother's rounded lips in a burlesque of the sex act as the boy mercilessly fucked his rock-hard shaft into her voraciously accepting mouth, and she heard her moan and the boy order her to suck harder ... suck harder ... And once more the young, newly de-virginated daughter was caught in the overwhelming vortex of sexual passions, and she ground her buttocks back in open invitation to the man who had just fucked her mother, as Figueres continued to prod and fondle her excitedly pulsating little cunt with his fingers.
Then Patty saw Claude move up behind her mother's sensuously writhing buttocks, and she gasped, sucking in her breath at the other boy's lust-contorted face. Her mother didn't seem to take any notice as the youth grabbed her undulating flesh and leaned over, thrusting his long, jutting penis roughly against the crevice of the older woman's white, now sweat-sheened ass. Her expanded cunt-slit was visibly pulsating with its lips parted anxiously, its wet, pink furrow pressed tightly together by the wriggling of her thighs up against his hungry loins.
Then, Vivian too, was aware of the other boy behind her, as she felt the full length of her cuntal passage dilated in anticipation to the first, slight touch of Claude's cock-head. She flexed her pussy muscles together in automatic rejection, but the throb of her internal sinews only seemed to further incite the huge, young penis, and with a lunging cry, Claude plowed forward, spearing his cock into her vainly resisting pussy passage. Dear God, this isn't really happening! her mind kept repeating over and over-but it was, and she knew it. Her daughter's boyfriend's pungent young cock slithering in and out of her hungrily locked lips stung her flared nostrils and she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his pumping shaft, and Claude drew her harder to his loins as her moist, slippery vaginal hole flowered open still more to accept his virile young penis to greater and greater depths. The muscles of her neck and her chest were hard and tense as she writhed between the two monstrous cocks which skewered her between them like meat on a barbecue spit.
And because Claude had moved her around so that he could enter her cunt from behind, she was once more able to view the heart-wrenching attack by Figueres on her young daughter's innocent rectum. It can't be ... it can't be ... she groaned to herself, her head bobbing greedily as she eyed Patty next to her. But in spite of the mother's terror and agony at the horrible things being done to her defenseless child, spontaneous excitement purled from her quaking belly and her firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting she was undergoing.
Sweat poured off the face of Bret Figueres as he hunched over the teenager's rounded buttocks and watched as the mother's mouth clasped tightly around the young boy's cock, and at the way the boy's testicles smacked resoundingly against her chin with each jerk of his thighs. And at the other end, the second boy, his eyes wide and rolling in ecstasy, was stroking his lust-throbbing penis in and out of Vivian's tight, elastic cunt. God! he thought heatedly, my balls are aching !
He slid to his knees behind Patty's wavering white loins and leaned forward, planting a warm, wet kiss with his thick, slavering lips on the thin, pink flesh which covered her protruding vagina. He felt the child quiver and heard her groan slightly from his moist contact, and then he ran his long, wet tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her tightly clenched crevice, just as her mother had done to her, and with gleaming eyes, Figueres saw Patty let the straining muscles of her inner thighs relax and the cheeks of her buttocks slip wider apart.
"Ahhhh," Patty sighed as she found herself being unwillingly but irresistibly drawn into desiring more delicious and lewd sucklings-his mouth and tongue were almost as good as Mother's, she dreamily thought-and she shivered as the heat of her growing impetus caused by Figueres' curling and flicking wet manipulations caused her to screw her buttocks back against his teasingly licking face, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and contract around his cheeks. She was unable to prevent herself from writhing and churning in a lascivious dance of ravishment as the older man sucked at her with untamed lust that threatened to drive both of them crazy. Her pussy secreted excited lubrications which ran in warm trickles down her smooth inner legs to the bed, and the depraved man lapped up her sexual secretions and added them to his own saliva as he teasingly bathed her cunt and the tiny sphincter muscle of her fully exposed anal ring.
Figueres sensed from the wild abandoned tempo of her youthful body that the daughter was capitulating, and he knew instinctively that it was time-time to ram his burgeoning cock into her innocent, softly working rectum, its tiny opening well lubricated by both his and her mother's saliva. He raised up behind her on his knees and taunted her cunt-with the violently quivering head of his blood-raging cock, her whimpers drifting back to him as he ran its insinuating tip between her wide-splayed vaginal lips.
Then he moved upwards another inch, and the young girl moaned as he wormed the first, small portion of his blunt penis into her anus with a small pop as the tiny puckered hole gave way to his pressured assault.
"Ohhhhh, God!" he heard the girl cry out, but still he continued his constant penetration of her viscous-coated rectum, until half of his massive penis was submerged inside the snugly tight aperture, savoring with pleasure the clenching fist of her burning entrails as they closed over his thick cock like a custom-made glove.
"Aggghhh! Uhhhhh!" the little girl screamed, and she twisted her buttocks, trying to throw off the slowly invading penis, but Figueres held her firmly and with each buck of her body his prick was lodged another painful and cruel inch. Vivian held her breath and then groaned in empathetic response to her daughter as she saw Patty's tightly stretched little anal mouth clasping desperately at Figueres' throbbing shaft as he sunk still another inch of his rod inside, and the mother knew that Patty had no chance of fighting back. The blackmailer guided her with his massive hands on each outer side of her trembling, young thighs, bringing small piteous whimpers from the girl's open lips, and Vivian watched mesmerized, moaning in concert with Patty's mewls of agony, her eyes a few scant inches from where the man's hardened penis was stretching her backsides and pile-driving rapaciously into her anus. The mother saw every horrifying detail-the moist cock shaft wet with secretions drawing the ragged edges of her child's rectal muscle inside with it; the quivering and pain-flushed pink skin of her buttocks as she jerked and rotated in mindless torment-and Vivian was absorbed by the obscene spectacle of this man sodomizing her daughter on and on, screwing her from behind as Patty tried bravely to accept all of his lust-incensed penis.
Patty thought crazily, it's all right ... it's all right ... as his cock buried itself in the vainly resisting barriers of her clutching anal passage, then suddenly he gave a quick, hip-thrusting stab, and she was suddenly filled with it all, as a wild, excruciating spasm of pain burst through her helplessly trapped flesh. a h h h h!" she screamed. "It hurts! You're killing me!"
"Push back!" he commanded. "Push back, you young bitch!"
She did, for she knew that every way was agony for her, and she opened her ass that final inch because she had been so ordered, and she stretched her tortured buttocks wider until she thought she would die. Figueres' vicious prick surged into her until his balls slapped harshly against the wetness of her up-turned vaginal slit, and then crooning with delight, he began to fuck rhythmically and mercilessly in and out. He watched as he kneeled above the girl's moon-shaped bottom, seeing the reddish skin of her round little anus draw back with his cock, grasping it as if it didn't want him to leave. At first the pressure had been unbearable, even for him, but now it was just right, promising to draw his sperm out of his testicles with the ferocity of a sucking whirlpool. He thrust forward again, hearing a howling cry of pain rip from the grimaced lips of the daughter's mouth, and his cock tingled with renewed fire. .He would cum soon, and into her lovely, once proudly virginal little buttocks. That would be the ultimate subjugation! Ohhhh, the Stalker women were going to earn that tape the hard way! Ohhhh!
Patty dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip as the pain in her rectal passage tinued the cruel fucking of her anus, an odd mixture of stimulation and delight joined in, and she began to feel that his rape wasn't as painful as it had been when he'd first thrust his cock in her. The constant pumping was now mere discomfort, and she felt strangely wet and excited back between her buttocks and throbbing vaginal lips below-the agony was starting to be weirdly pleasurable to her! She tried to concentrate on this perverted response of hers, but Figueres thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into her just then, and astonished, the girl found that her rectum squirmed consciously back oh his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her body in tiny, welcoming circles.
The young teenager couldn't halt the maddening excitement which was now permeating her whole body, and she began to mumble unintelligibly, wriggling her thighs salaciously back against his pummeling cock, unable to comprehend what was seething through her nerves, and too benumbed by her unquenchable lust-fire to question it. She could feel the increasing wetness in the crevice of her buttocks and try as she might, she couldn't feel that initial pain any longer, and she dropped her shoulders to the bed, pressing her firmly rounded young breasts hard down into the mattress and raising her buttocks higher in the air so that the hungrily surging penis could fuck up into her heaving rectum harder and deeper.
Bret Figueres, seeing the young teenage daughter of the woman he had just fucked, obscenely accepting his cruel impalement of her anal tunnel, was drawn on like an infused satyr. He watched her beautiful young profile as the daughter's complexion flushed to a heated crimson and her blonde hair was strewn over her head as she unabashedly shook her head from side to side, teeth bared, her breasts jiggling. She was his! A slave, submitting to his will! He reached down and pulled the soft, pliant cheeks of her thinly perspiring buttocks apart and drove his cock into her with hard, ramming jerks, his aching testicles slapping against her quivering skin with flat, resounding whaps, heavy with the seed which had to be emptied soon or would split his balls in half from the excruciatingly delightful pleasure.
Patty Stalker was crooning now, her mind filled with the horrible delights billowing from her cock-filled rectum, and she gyrated her pelvis against Figueres' hardness in an almost insane effort to widen herself for him, and she rested her arms on the bed, her beautiful light-haired pussy wet and glistening now. Vivian could see all of its long, pink slit from her teenage daughter's excitedly quivering little clitoris to her writhing buttocks where the blackmailing man was splitting them with his hard, pumping cock, his hands holding her buttocks apart with his urgent and spasming fingers while he ground his thick, sensitive shaft into the defenselessly upturned anus, his heavy balls pulsing in erotic view. Her now dually fucked mother continued to watch the lewd sodomizing of her child, and the fear, guilt, and hatreds were pushed out of her mind entirely, replaced by only one burning emotion-desire. Dear God, she was beginning to enjoy the sight of the depraved attack on her youngster's nakedly working little anus! Her belly churned and a tremendous wave of sensual excitement inundated her, and oh God-how could she not enjoy it!
Vivian could not contain any longer the slightest vestige of her own resistance, and seething with new-found passion, she rode the hammering prick of the first young boy, Claude, while mewling as she sucked spasmodically the hot, hard penis of the second boy, Larry Jensen, as if she was some pagan horsewoman astride a racing steed, proud and haughty and determined. She heaved herself with increasing fury up and down the virile young cock filling her steaming cunt, her hips undulating madly, frantically, her left hand dipping between her legs to caress Claude's balls as they slammed against her smooth, moistly splayed thighs. Jensen's fingers were cruel and merciless as he leaned forward and clutched her swinging breasts, squeezing her nipples painfully with thumb and forefinger until she thought she would cry out in delight. Sweat streamed off them all as they all neared their bursting points.
Patty stared at her mother in return, the tingling heat swirling through her cock-impaled anus almost too much to bear. She moved her left hand down under her, along her heaving belly and across her saturated pubic mound to the quivering button of her hotly pulsating clitoris. The girl rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny bud, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax approaching at a rapid pace now as new waves of desire from her own finger-fucking coursed through her. Faster and faster she rubbed her cunt, and faster and faster her hips churned against the moaning, panting Figueres who was fucking mercilessly, yet beautifully, into her rectum while she could see her own, loving mother being double-fucked wildly between the twin swollen cocks of the two younger boys.
A smile-a different kind of smile than she'd had before-crossed the girl's lips, a smile for only her mother, a smile which told more than a thousand words. The mute message was seen by Vivian and understood: like mother, like daughter-and in that instant they were not only physically naked to each other, but soul-naked as well. It was all out in the open now, and they knew what they were, what they had always been deep in their hearts, and would always be from this night on. And they both knew it was all right, that whatever they did together would be accepted and enjoyed and returned, and nothing could ever come between them ever again. And so, released of mental pressures, the lovely mother and her young daughter abandoned themselves to the enticing pleasures of the three hard driving male penises which were sunk deep up in their mouth, cunt, and rectum and offering them so much pleasure. They strove pantingly for their orgasms, the heat and rapture building in their loins with intense headiness. Then-
The boy named Claude cried out in a high howl, "I'm cumminggggg! Ahhhh!" He heaved to meet the pistoning of Vivian's hungrily working cunt as the first white-hot jets of his sticky white semen burst along his urethra tubes and filled the mother's tightly clasping womb to the overflowing. The fiery liquid gushed warm back against her cervix, commingling with her own rising orgasmic juices and the many earlier ejaculations of Figueres, flowing around his wildly jerking rod and making limpid pools of shining white fluids on the bedspread below her spastically quivering vagina. The mother felt the boiling jets of his cum, and the jerking of his penis as it ejaculated, and she thudded ever harder back against the boy, sucking demoniacally the cock in her mouth. Larry Jensen's hard, thickened rod disappeared into a strange, lengthening fusion with her face as he drove with hollowing buttocks, sinking his cock far into her mouth until his course pubic hair was pressed tight against her nose, his testicles dancing lewdly beneath as his own climax spurted out of his balls like a thundercloud out of the sky.
And suddenly, the boy popped his cock from between her hungrily sucking lips, holding the huge, desire-inflated head about two inches away from her still widely ovaled mouth. Before she could protest, or close her desperately searching lips over his cock again, it spewed its hot, burning semen directly into the open cavern of her cheeks, the thick, quick spurts streaming from the eye of the tip like milk from a cow's udder, filling her waiting mouth to the brim. Vivian swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose any of it as her Adam's apple bobbed greedily in a desperate attempt to keep up with the throbbing ejaculations. Larry Jensen groaned at the obscene picture of the mother's self-inflicted humiliation below, and then his prick shot out a last, thin stream of semen and a thin string of whiteness ran from his penis to her glistening wet lips. As he watched wide-eyed, Vivian desperately moved forward to take his deflating shaft once more in her mouth, and he saw her spasm as her own orgasm hit her in a blinding flash. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned rapturously.
"Fuck back!" Figueres screamed at Patty. "Fuck back harder!"
"Ohhhhhh," the girl hissed wantonly as her mother's lover sodomized her mercilessly beneath him. "Fuck me harder tooooo! Oh God, fuck me harder!"
Her lewd response was too much for him! Figueres threw back his head and yelled: "I'm there! Ohhhhh!" He thrust his cock's full length into her wide-stretched anus and his body convulsed, his mouth hanging slack, his vision clouded as he clawed at her buttocks with harsh, grasping fingers, pulling her moist, fevered crevice even farther apart to receive the total blast of his cumming.
Patty felt the raging torrents of his sperm splash deep up into the hungrily welcoming depths of her open rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched body with the force of a fire hose, and the delectable sensation set off her own climax-a climax which made her cream out her spiraling pinnacle of release in a vast flow of rising female juices. They mingled wildly out around her splayed vaginal slit with his sperm, and dribbled out and down her smooth inner thighs. And beside her, her mother saw how she was being torn asunder by her orgastic upheaval, and Vivian thought to herself that this was her daughter's moment, that the man who had fucked her earlier that evening was now shooting his warm, wet load of male semen into her darling child's anus, and this thought made Vivian lightheaded with bliss. So good ... so good.. . .
They all lay panting and sighing, half-comatose from their fantastic releases. Patty was sprawled across the loins and chest of Bret Figueres, her own slim, but well-shaped young legs wide apart, a tempting view of her young pussy gleaming in the overhead lights. Vivian managed to crawl over the two boys and reach her daughter, and she took the child tenderly in her arms.
"Patty, I love you," she murmured.
"I love you too, Mother," the teenager crooned, and she fondly kissed the nipple of one still quivering breast. "We'll never be apart."
"Yes, my child...."
They lay resting, re-gathering their strength, and the two of them knew that the night was not over yet-that the games they would indulge in would go on. It was only a matter of who would make the first move to start things again, and they smiled at one another, looking forward to the next two weeks as they slaved to pay for that tape. They were both sure that in the end, they'd succeed, now that they were working together as a team.
CHAPTER 9
Vivian Stalker was soaking in a tub of hot, soapy water, drowsily letting the morning pass. She slid languorously under the water, glad to be back in Connecticut even though her stay in Majorca had been so eventful and pleasant. No place like home, she thought dreamily.. . .
Her reverie was interrupted by Patty, who entered the bathroom without knocking. She was smiling mischievously, her golden hair uncombed and her face heavy from sleeping. Nakedly, she padded to the tub and sat down on the rim, crossing her bare legs.
"I'll scrub your back, if you'll let me get in too," her impishly smiling daughter said, standing. Vivian looked up at her girl's taut young breasts as Patty yawned and stretched her arms over her head unashamedly, and a fever overtook the woman as she had to admit she loved Patty like this, with her trembling thighs and pink vagina provocatively uncovered. Since that fateful night in the young man, named Larry Jensen's, hotel room, they had both been free to explore and find new paths for their devotion to one another, neither of them saddled with false moralities or guilts, and they had promised one another that is how it would continue-with a little prudent care to avoid being discovered.
The lovely teenager climbed into the tub and began to tantalizingly scrub her mother's back with the sponge, then moved around to tease Vivian's throbbing breasts and tweak her nipples. "You have that tape, Mother?"
"Uhhuh. Bret gave it to me just before we boarded the plane. It's in my purse in the bedroom."
"Good," Patty said in a hushed tone. "After the bath, why don't we go in there and listen to it? You know how excited it gets me to hear you and him fucking." She giggled and soaped harder, down in the triangle of her mother's cunt. "Then we can show that old bastard just what fucking is all about. Larry bought me a penis made out of hardwood as a going-away present. It's carved and everything, and has a little bulb at the end so I can squirt you full of warm milk when you cum, just like the real thing. He calls it a "dildo." You think you'd like that?"
"Anything that you'd like, darling," Vivian said with a stirring of her loins. "Anything that would please you...."
"That would please me, Mother. I'd like to fuck you."
