"Getting tired?" Sharon's slender finger followed the map, tracing Route 80 on the road map spread out in her lap while she took another long drag off the joint and then passed it to Nancy in the driver's seat of the Volkswagen van.
"No, not yet." Nancy reached for the slowly burning cigarette. "Wait til we reach Salt Lake, then you can take over and I'll navigate."
She passed the joint back to Sharon who was now reclining on the single bed mattress that had sufficed as bed, dinner table, and sofa on their courageous trip across country.
Having graduated from high school only three weeks prior, the two twin sisters were well on their way to freedom - no responsibilities, no boy friends or minister father to monitor their behavior, and nothing to look forward to but winding mountain roads and sunshine.
"Ahhh," Sharon collapsed on the mattress, crushing out the roach of the joint.
It's wonderful to be seventeen and free, she sighed to herself. What a relief it was to get out of high school and away from those immature brats that attended the expensive, private, religious school in Iowa where she and her sister had four year scholarships. Wonderful yes, but there were still a few undiscovered wonders she had yet to explore.
"Thank God that's over with!" she yelled, trying to speak above the blaring casette.
"What's over with?" Nancy turned her curly brown head.
"My engagement, dummy. What else?"
Those exciting moments of drawing up guest lists and sending for free brochures advertising cruises to Hawaii were eons away now as she lay staring at the cumulous clouds billowing in the desert sky. The heat, the desert, the uninhabited wasteland of Utah all made her pleasantly drowsy, the only intruder being memories of Dick and the cause of their inevitable breakup.
* * *
As usual, Dick had spent the first hour of the carriage ride to the cook-out on the river groping under her dress, stroking her with a finger here, two there, trying to get her aroused to the point where she could not in all honesty say, no. His insistence now so demanding, she had almost decided she would do something about relieving him, when the driver shouted to someone, and Sue heard Joan Miller's voice, "Hey, everybody, we're here!"
The six passenger carriage made a half circle and stopped at the bank of a river. A huge bonfire was scattering sparks to the night. The smell of broiling steaks came on the wind. A keg of beer was tapped as one of the carriage drivers began playing a guitar. Dinner was followed by a round of singing as the bonfire slowly died down. One by one, the couples began drifting into the perimeter's darkness.
She felt Dick's hand pulling her to her feet. Arm in arm they walked down the dark beach. They had almost reached the end of the sand bar when he suddenly stiffened and whispered, "Shhh. There's someone out there."
Sue could hear the muffled groans and something that sounded suspiciously like the sound of body slapping against body.
"What is it?" She whispered, half-frightened, not knowing what lay out there in the darkness.
She saw Dick grin and he put his mouth against her ear.
"I think it's Joan Miller and Dave Johnson. Come on, let's see."
Sue held back.
"That wouldn't be nice," she hissed. "We shouldn't."
"Come on," Dick insisted, and took her hand. "Be quiet."
They moved silently across the beach heading toward the little gully that separated the sand bar from the river bank. Dick pulled her low to the ground in order to cut down their silhouette. They peered over the bank.
She made an audible gasp, which was quickly shut off by Dick's hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in amazement. There, down below them, only about ten feet away, were two nude bodies. Joan Miller's and David Johnson's. Joan's naked white thighs were spread wide -and jerking frantically in the air as David lay heavily between them. She saw David's buttocks raise, revealing a huge white cock of glistening flesh in the moonlight; the cock was fucking deep up between Joan's open thighs! David thrust it forward and the girl's nakedly devouring little cunt ground up to suck it in, in mid-air. She squealed out in delight.
Faster, faster, the two bodies fucked against each other. Joan's breath was coming in loud, short, puppy-like pants and her movements were frantic.
"Screw me harder, harder ... oh, yes ... " Joan groaned then, with her face contorted in lascivious lust and passion, cried out, "I'm cumming, David. Ahh ... aieeeee, I'm cumming. Fuck harder!"
She made one maddened fuck upward and then fell back on the sand, her body spasming uncontrollably, her legs pounding the ground. A moment later, David rammed forward and groaned out his own release, and the couple lay still; the only sound was their hoarse exhausted breathing and the slap-slap-slap of water as the little silver river in rural Iowa rolled peacefully up on the sandbar.
Sharon was only vaguely aware of Dick leading her away into the darkness. Well, now she'd seen it. She knew the word for it although she herself had never been 'fucked' as Joan had.
The sight had almost maddened her with a strange unwanted desire. Her education since kindergarten had revolved around Christianity, the old familiar puritan morals of bodies being made for having children, and anything else was sin - mortal sin to be punished for once the big pearly gate in the sky opened its creaking gates. But now she could feel the hot dampness now of her own awakening loins. Dick was pulling her firmly away from the bank toward the darker shadows by the bluff. Once, when she opened her mouth to say something, he held up his hand and silenced her.
After they had gone about fifty yards, he stopped and pulled her body around toward him. They kissed. Sharon was not attempting to tease him; she had a fire in her loins that cried out for -extinguishment. She didn't know how to put out the fire or how it could be put out; that would be Dick's job. All she knew was that she was instinctively grinding her pelvis against that forbidden area where his trousers bulged. Instinct told her that when these two junctions were finally joined, the fire would blaze up in an all-devouring conflagration, explode, and then slowly die like a beautiful sunset.
Standing on tip-toe, her heated pussy wantonly grinding against him, she suddenly felt Dick's sure hands sweep up under the short skirt and cup her nylon, panty-covered buttocks in his palms. A second later, his thumbs hooked over the elastic waistband and with one delicious motion, her panties were pulled down over her hips. Dick fumbled with his zipper and then the long hard rod which had been held captive for so long was released. It pressed hotly against her naked belly, throbbing hungrily with each beat of his heart. Standing pelvis to pelvis, she felt his knees spread outward a bit to lower himself. Then the fevered cock was between her thighs.
"Dick," she moaned. "Please ... no. We can't."
That was what her lips said, but her body was screaming, 'Oh, yes ... now, right now, my husband-to-be."
And so, without conscious volition, she flexed and unflexed her thigh muscles against his throbbing penis knowing by his moan of pleasure that she was instinctively doing the right thing.
Dick ground his cock in and out between her thighs she could feel the hardness of it moving back and forth inside its sheath of hot thin skin.
His finger had begun to seek out the now moistened entrance to her womb and after a second he found it. He turned his hand palm up to cup the whole of her naked pussy triangle in his hand and, at the same time, force her thighs apart. She hated to lose that wonderful contact between her upper legs and his heavily throbbing penis, but she permitted him to spread her thighs anyway. His fingers were moving like those of a sensuous harp player across her soft, hairfringed vaginal lips. She wanted to cry out in delight. Never before had she ever felt anything so soul consuming. Her neck arched and she moved her face from side to side, her lips contorted and panting out over and over again.
"No ... no ... no," and obviously - from her wanton actions - meaning, "Yes ... yes ...yes."
Dick was grinding his teeth and grunting softly as he moved his cock up and down the length of her thighs. She could feel some moisture there; she wondered if he had 'cum'. He still was hard, still was moving ... so obviously, she thought, he hadn't reached his climax. There was a moisture - a hot, slippery moisture - in her own vaginal split; the artesian springs of passion coming to life under his quivering rod.
"Sharon ... please! I want you. Let me."
He continued to buffet her thighs with his prick.
I can't let you, she thought, incapable of speaking through her own longing. I can't stop you ... I won't stop you if you really try.
His huge rod now had slipped up to the top of her thighs and its head pressed and quivered against her hungrily throbbing cunt lips. She cried silently, "Oh, how I want you to fuck it to me. Do it now!"
Nothing escaped her lips though except wild hoarse pantings of desire. For the first time in her life she felt as if something good was about to happen to her down there between her legs. Her heart rejoiced. There was no fear this time, as there had been in the past. No sudden withdrawal of her senses. If anything, her senses stayed right there and intensified. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. She wanted to cry out to him, "Shove it in me ... shove it in me now, darling."
When her fianc�e began pushing her gently down toward the sand, she went willingly. Panting, she lay on her back, panties stripped off now, legs slightly spread, and looked up unseeing at the starry sky and watching as Dick unfastened his trousers and dropped them. Then he was kneeling between her thighs, the heat of his bare hips and buttocks against her abdomen and legs.
"Be gentle," she moaned, as she felt the huge head of his prick pressing at the lips of her now hotly flaring cunt. She lay there, the heat of the moment on her - wanting it beyond all other things, and ecstatically happy that her fright of letting him fuck her had finally left her.
Dick's tongue sought possession of her mouth, his weight descended upon her lower belly, and the first gentle probe of his cock slid lengthwise down her hotly moistened vaginal lips. She gave herself to the sensation; she could feel all reason leaving her body - replaced only by a pure feeling of cunt-tingling passion.
Dick lifted his buttocks back a bit in preparation for this first entry. The throbbing head of it touched her vaginal lips, pushed forward and separated the softly yielding pubic hair, and paused there beating, beating, beating Now he withdrew the head, now, he replaced it and this time fucked it in just a fraction of an inch deeper.
Oh, God, she thought; it is so beautiful.
She could feel her vaginal lubricant oozing out from her cunt mouth around the head of his cock. Now she wanted it deeper. Instinctively, she had reached down there to caress his balls when - with a terrifying suddenness - the breathless moment was shattered by the sound of a giggle right above them, together with a muttered, "Ooops! Beg pardon." Joan and David were laughing as they backed away after stumbling over them in the darkness.
"Didn't mean to break in," David's voice said, followed by Joan's hissed, "Shut up, David."
Sharon put her hands against Dick's chest and pushed him away. Frantically, she tugged at her skirt, attempting to pull it down and cover her naked loins. The moment, the beautiful moment had fled, and the way her nerves were screaming it was probable that it would not return for a long time ... if ever. It was as though she were a child undergoing psychological conditioning: reach out for something pleasurable and receive a shock.
Her nerve endings were all jangling like a hundred alarm systems being shorted out at once. She wanted to scream. Just as devastating was the embarrassment and humiliation that she felt. God, how cheap and vulgar she must have looked there with her legs spread out like a wanton whore. She covered her eyes and began sobbing quietly.
Dick, though, was not about to give up this easily. When he sought to pull her skirt up again, she jackknifed her knees beneath him and twisted on her side.
"Don't," she commanded, and it was an order not to be disobeyed. "I'm so embarrassed."
"God, we can't stop now," he groaned. "It doesn't matter if they saw us."
"It matters to me," and the sobs began coming more rapidly.
Dick angrily rolled over.
"Oh, shit!" he said very loudly, and got to his feet, pulling up his trousers.
"I'm sorry," she said weeping. "I can't help it!"
"Come on," he said, and it was almost a snarl of contempt. "Get up."
Trembling, Sharon stood and then feeling even more embarrassment, reached down and attempted to raise her panties; she heard them rip as her heel caught the elastic. Dick had his back to her. Why, oh why! did everything go wrong all of a sudden. She had wanted him to fuck her - she needed to be fucked. He had even begun to make some penetration. And then that ... that crude laughter of Joan and David spying them. Contritely, she completed her dressing, and then said quietly, "Dick."
No answer.
"Okay," he said, his voice cold and distant and not giving an inch. "You're sorry. I'm sorry. That doesn't make any difference to the condition I'm in right now. Ever hear of 'blue balls'? Well that's why I'm so goddamned angry. 'Blue balls' is what a guy gets when he tries to fuck a girl and nothing comes out because the goddamn chick is too scared."
Sharon flared, "Well it's just as bad for me."
"Oh, yeah?" he chortled.
"What do you mean by that?" her anger rising.
"Forget it, it's not important."
"What do you mean it's not important?"
He turned finally and looked down at her. After a long moment, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed in exasperation.
"You can turn it off. It's easy for you. But look ... look at me!" He cupped his fist tight around the bulge in his trousers. "What am I supposed to do with this? Christ! It hurts!"
Sharon's retort was cut off by the sound of a whistle. Someone shouted their names, "Hey Dick ... Sharon! Come on. Time to go!"
"Come on," Dick said, roughly grabbing her arm and leading the way toward the carriage.
Sharon followed him docilely; she was thinking of what he said - about it hurting a man when nothing happens and he's ready.
The ride back in the carriage was silent, and the atmosphere painfully strained between the two of them. He made no effort to kiss or hold her. When they got back to the carriage yard, he had assisted her down from the wagon and then opened the door to the right side of the car - an obvious invitation to sit on her own side of the car. Not one single word was spoken during the short journey home. When he pulled into the doorway, he kept the motor running while he escorted her to the door.
Sharon's emotions were churning; she was torn between embarrassment, shame, and anger.
"Good night," he said, simply nodding his head, and again making no effort to kiss her.
All right, if that's the way you want to play it, to heck with you, Mister, Sharon thought. She forced herself to smile, though, and said politely, "Good night, Dick."
She put her key into the lock, entered without looking at him, and closed the door behind her. She stood there, heart pounding, with her back pressed tightly against the door, until she heard the roar of his engine and the screech of his tires as he angrily departed.
And that was the last Sharon saw of Dick. Apparently his angry words from the evening before were more than an idle threat, they were a warning: the following evening her twin sister, Nancy, informed a sad eyed Sharon that she saw Dick at the drive-in with Colleen, the notorious school slut.
* * *
Sharon sat up straight, the afternoon sun blinding her brown eyes with its desert brightness, and she yawned, stretching her arms out at wide angles from her slender torso.
"Aaaahhhh," she yawned, "I must have fallen asleep."
"No kidding, Sharon. You've been out for the past two hours. Feel better?"
Nancy's bouncing brown head of curls bobbed with each bump on the stretch of highway now under construction.
Sharon rose to her knees to look out the dusty window of the van to see if the terrain had become any more dramatic or interesting since the barren stretch of desert that seemed to eat up her energy from heat and dryness.
"God, I'm glad I don't live out here!" She shaded her eyes with her graceful hands. "And I thought Iowa was boring!"
"Wonder what people do for excitement out here - go visit Brigham Young's grave stone?" chuckled Nancy. "Hey, watch ... out for this bump!" She wiped her brow with the broad side of her hand. "God, I'll be glad when we get out of this no man's land."
Climbing into the bucket seat in the front, Sharon fastened the seat belt and turned to Nancy.
"You're not going to believe this, but do you know what I've been dreaming about?"
"'Fraid to ask."
"Dick."
"I knew it." Nancy shook her head in half disgust and half sympathy.
"Yeah. I dreamed about the night of the carriage ride and Joan Miller and David Johnson."
Thirsty and dehydrated, she reached for a coke from the ice chest behind her.
"Sometimes I wish I'd let him do it - I mean not to save our relationship - but just to get my virginity over with."
Her comment was greeted by a roar of laughter from her twin who, as most students at school knew, was exceedingly liberal for a preacher's daughter. Shaking her brown shoulder length curls, she turned to Sharon and with a soft but penetrating glance said, "I don't believe you sometimes, Sharon. One day you're ready to enter a nunnery and the next you're nearly begging to get laid. Take some advice from an old pro, honey, it really doesn't matter who you do it with the first time. I mean it's great if you like the guy, but you don't have to be in love or engaged to do it."
"When the time comes," she said, glancing at her watch which told her it was nearing dinner time and her stomach echoed in acquiesence.
"You getting hungry, Nancy?"
"Yeah, but what do you say we wait until we get to Salt Lake before we eat. We'll need gas by then anyway."
* * *
"Christ it's hot!" the auto mechanic's greasy hand wiped his dripping forehead, leaving a heavy smudge of grease across his high tanned forehead.
"What you say, Jim?" a muffled voice from under the car mingled with the sound of his busily working tools.
"I said it's fucking hot!" boomed the voice of his young business partner between sips of ice cold 7-UP.
"Yeah. Too goddamned stuffy to be working under cars." Dan crawled out from under the ailing 1973 Chevrolet. "Don't give a damn if we lose Smith's business, but I ain't working under no car in this weather."
Jim turned to his friend, "You know, in a way I'm glad we're having such a fucking hard time trying to get gasoline over to that construction sight. Heard today from a customer that they just dynamited another side of a mountain."
Rubbing grease remover onto his rough calloused hands, Dan's eyes scanned the sky searching for any sign of relief from the heat wave that had hit the valley for the past three days.
"You know, I'm thinking that since we've nearly sold all our gasoline and it's so hot, maybe we should just close shop for the weekend."
"Maybe so," the tall dark haired mechanic agreed, stroking the bulge in his trousers. "It's been so long since I got a hot piece of ass. Little time off might do my heart good."
"Hey, hey," Dan extended his arm for the brotherly handshake that meant 'promise'.
Dan and Jim had been friends since grade school - inseparable friends who worked together, owned a business together, lived together and even shared the same women ... together.
Scratching his chin, Jim, the taller and lighter of the two young men, asked, "Know if Stan is having his little get together tonight. I heard there's been a lot of action around that pad lately. What ya say we check it out this weekend?"
"Sounds good," Dan rubbed his hands on a greasy rag, "but what are we going to do for dates?"
"Dates? Hell!" Jim chuckled. "We just pick up some little honeys and that's it."
"Yeah? Who?"
"I think I see 'em coming now."
Dan raised his head in time to see a blue Volkswagen bus pull into the entrance of the gas station, the familiar ding, ding of the bell announcing their presence.
Nancy rolled down her window, reluctant to allow the steaming heat of the desert intrude upon the cooling air gently blowing from the air conditioner.
"Fill it up, please." And turning her head toward the half-asleep Sharon, nudged her awake. "You see that one? Kinda cute, huh?"
"Oh, yeah."
Struggling to keep her weary eyes open, Sharon immediately followed the silhouette of the station attendant bending over to pull the hose from the pump, his tight levis revealing the fleshy buttocks and long back.
"Wash the windshield too, please. That construction ruined my wax job too."
Nancy's curly head popped out the window issuing instructions to the smiling attendant.
"See you're plates are from Iowa. You just passing through?" he beamed at the two anxious looking girls.
Christ if they've been on the road since Iowa, their hot little pussys must be getting a little lonely. This should be easy.
"Looks like you've been camping out. Planning on spendin' the night in Salt Lake?"
Losing no time, Nancy opened the door of the van and jumped out, her long tapered legs weak from hours of driving. God, it felt good to stretch, but the sight of this dark haired man with his strong sinewy arms and hairy chest exposed by three open buttons was ample excuse to show off her voluptuous melon-shaped breasts hugged tightly beneath her bikini top.
"Yes, any suggestions on what to do?" Nancy flittered her dark thick eye lashes at the man filling her gas tank.
Dan looked up from his kneeling position, following her tiny ankles up her well-tapered legs to the deep cleavage of her neck, where his eyes rested for a brief unbelievable moment and standing erect now, said in his husky voice, "I've got lots of suggestions."
His hands now scrubbed clean, Jim whistled to himself, his eyes glued to the cute blonde sipping a soda in the van, and nonchalantly strolled closer to the van for a more detailed peek.
Anxious to stretch her tired muscles, Sharon pushed the heavy van door open and slid out of the seat onto the hot asphalt of the ground.
"God, it's hot!" she blurted, her bare feet burning from the tortorous sizzle of heat and flesh.
"Hey, Sharon, come here!"
Sharon obediently walked gingerly in the direction of her friend, now talking amiably with the dark haired young man.
"You want money for the gas?" offered Sharon, self-conscious of her non-contributory behavior for the last few days that had been spent in reverie, thinking of what to do with her new found freedom now that marriage was no longer an imminent plan.
"No, silly." Nancy waved her hand beckoningly. "Do you want to go to a party tonight? Might be a good diversion from driving and listening to the cassette tapes all day."
Sharon shrugged her shoulders; she realized Nancy was dying to get to know this man more intimately - as was Nancy's predictable behavior - but Dick was still haunting her, and try as she may, it was difficult breaking the ice. She wasn't even certain she'd accomplished that with Dick.
"Okay," she answered agreeably. "Anything for a change."
Chapter 2
After a meagre dinner of cheeseburgers and french fries choked down between gulps of root beer, the two sisters, one anxious, the other reluctantly silent, traced the map of Salt Lake City searching for the obscure street scribbled in pencil on a matchbook cover.
"We don't have to go if you don't feel like it, Sharon," Nancy's dark eyes beckoned her sister convincingly. "But believe me, I think it would pull you out of your doldrums." And resting her soft hand on her twin sister's arm, "I know you were hurt by Dick, but not all guys are like that. Just don't take things so seriously."
"Yeah. Guess you're right!"
If it hadn't been for her sister convincing their parents that a trip out to Reno to visit their brother would liven up her spirits, she would have gone crazy stuck back there in the same town with Dick fucking every girl in sight.
* * *
Nancy knocked on the door of the suburban ranch house with candle light flickering wildly through the living room window and the ear blasting sounds of rock 'n roll vibrating even the door knob. Strange that no one would answer the door, she thought, and after several rappings impatiently tried the door, which to her amazement was unlocked.
"Strange way to welcome guests to a party," she remarked over her shoulder to her twin sister nervously adjusting the straps to her sundress.
Boldly, Nancy threw the door open and a wet kiss on her forehead greeted her to the confines of the dimly lit house, decorated with black light posters and strobe candles. The heavy, sweet smell of marijuana wafted up her flared nostrils as she struggled to focus her eyes on the man standing feet away.
"Oh, hello, Dan!"
"Glad you could make it. What about your sister?"
"She's here too. Sharon, where are you?"
Nancy turned searching for her timid sister who stood stiffly ogling at the strangeness of the decor and eyeing the myriad types of personalities casually walking around half-dressed and obviously drugged on something,
"What kind of party is this?" she whispered to Nancy now amiable engaged in conversation with Dan.
Diverting her attention, Nancy whispered softly, "Probably a pot party. If somebody offers you some, go ahead and try it - it'll loosen you up."
"Like a beer?" asked Dan. "And you, Sharon?"
"Yeah! We'll each have one." Nancy spoke for her sister.
Dan turned to the sisters.
"First of all, tell me this. Do you like games - I mean adult games?"
His eyes twinkled.
The twins shrugged their shoulders affirmatively.
"Well come on in, you'll like what's going on in here." He led the girls through a dark hallway to a back bedroom. "Rules are whoever enters this room is automatically in the game. Agreed?"
The twins synchronized gestures agreed to the rules with one nod of the head.
Sharon gasped as her pupils adjusted to the dim light, and once focussed, lent credulity to her fears. There in the middle of the room, sat about twelve people, most half-naked, some entirely naked.
"This is a game that a good friend of mine made up," announced Dan, drawing two cans of beer from a near by ice chest. "It's sort of like monopoly except you use pot instead of property."
"I think I've heard of this," chimed Nancy, "called Let's Make a Dope Deal or something like that."
"Yes," Dan nodded his head. "Except that instead of building houses and hotels, you get to take off one piece of clothing at a time. We only play one game at a time so there's a winner every half-hour or so."
"God, what are we in for?" Sharon said aloud, wide eyed.
"One more thing," added the auto mechanic, "the winner at the end can choose whoever he wants to make love to."
"What?" Sharon voiced her objections.
Nancy clapped her hands together gleefully.
"I think I'm going to like this party!"
Fumbling in his pocket, Dan drew out a flat, well rolled joint and lighting it, handed it to Sharon.
Before Sharon could object, the joint was forced in her mouth by a chuckling Dan who was obviously anxious to get into the next game, and it was no fun, he insisted, unless you were stoned. She did as she was told, nearly coughed once, but managed to hold a huge lungful deep inside her until she was out of breath. Her twin sister nodded approvingly and passed the joint on, first taking a big puff for herself.
First there was a tightening sensation at the back of Sharon's neck. Then her upper arms began to tingle like they had fallen asleep. But before she could think about the strange affects the grass was having on her body, Dan announced in a booming voice, "Hey, we have a winner!"
Sharon's innocent eyes widened as the music was turned on number ten volume and suddenly, as if from nowhere, a naked man stood up, his arms extended high in victory.
"I choose Mary" he said, bending over to kiss the woman beside him.
A hushed silence fell over the room and Sharon watched curiously. Obviously something was about to happen ... and lifting her eyes to the dimly lit silhouette of the woman, realized she was right.
"Far out!" laughed Mary. "And just to get the party going, Samie, I'm going to do a little dance. Any objections?"
A titter of excitement ran through the crowd.
And raising to her feet, Mary turned the phonograph record on and waited for it to start. With the first beat of the music she began swaying smoothly from side to side with the music, and reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her one-piece outfit. She pulled slowly on the zipper of her jumpsuit, one arm above her head swaying wildly, starting obviously to remove her clothes before all these people.
Sharon could feel herself quiver with excitement as the strange lascivous spectacle got under way. The anticipation of what was to come had charged the room with a million volts of high-tension electricity. Her hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with just the right combination of untried innocence and professionalism.
"She used to be a dancer before she got married," Dan whispered to the two enraptured girls. Sharon took another long gulp of beer.
The tall attractive red head tossed her thick long hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music. Samie, a few feet away and quietly stroking his penis, eyed the girl's lustful movements appraisingly, his teeth gleaming in a big approving grin.
She eased the zipper down to her navel, exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start most of the men in the room breathing fast and heavy. Her breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garments, peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of quivering white flesh. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily under their own weight as she gently rocked from side to side. The men's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly salacious display, this beautiful woman stripping to her full ripe nakedness right here in front of everyone. No one had ever stripped like this before; most silently removed their clothing with no ostentation in the least.
This was a new game, indeed!
A half dozen men at once instantly began to crave her passionately for she was that kind of woman. They could feel their pricks already aching painfully inside their pants, straining, yearning to be set free and allowed to fuck the brains out of this lovely, sensuous creature before them.
Each of them, in his own private thoughts, tried to imagine what her pussy would be like ... wet, soft and pink, tight and hungry for a man. Waiting ... waiting for a cock like their own to fill her nakedness and bring her that special kind of cunt-wrenching fulfillment only a good screw can bring.
With one hand, she lifted a breast, just enough to feel their full voluptuousness as they stood taut and high, trembling at the touch of her own fingers flowing caressingly over the warm smooth flesh. They seemed to be dancing a dance of their own, shivering with the pounding rhythm of the music, inviting the men forward, urging them to take her hard throbbing nipples in their mouths, begging them to suck them, to gnaw them like starving animals.
Balanced on one foot, she tugged the jump suit down to her ankles and yanked it off, then removed the other side, leaving nothing but her tiny, bikini-style panties between the eyes of the men and women and her own delicious nakedness. The tiny panties were not nearly enough to cover her ripe full buttocks and as she spun around, they could all see where the long flowing curves of her smooth unblemished back, glowing in the candle light, soared inward, then swept out again and joined the arching white curves of her buttocks. Half of each firm, ivory-white cheek was revealed beneath the taut sheerness of her panties. Above, in the deep arch of her back, her two dimples peered back at them like cold blank eyes.
Except for the sound of music and heavy excited breathing, there wasn't a sound to be heard in the stuffy room as she ground her hips back and forth at her hypnotized audience, daring them to yank down the thin filmy panties, down over the bulge of her hips, over the sparse triangle of teasingly curled pubic hair at the junction of her thighs, and down along the smooth length of her suntanned legs.
Her eyes closed, her mind whirling as she spin through a marijuana galaxy of sights and sensations, she ran her hands down the full length of her body, brushing her palms over the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and then her fingers hooked in the waist-band of her panties and she began to slowly, teasingly, roll them over the full ripe swell of her buttocks, her back coyly turned to her admiring audience.
Gasps filled the air as the others caught their first real glimpse of the gorgeous woman's naked buttocks, the warm glow of the candle reflected on the smooth gleaming flesh of the full rounded spheres. Slowly, she rolled the panties down and over the curvaceously jutting melons stretching them as they tightened in the crevice where the soft curves of her ass-cheeks joined her milky white thighs. She leaned forward, pushing out her exposed buttocks at the men in the room, rotating them lustily in an unmistakable, lewd sexual invitation. She reached back with her bare arms and spread the twin globes apart, displaying obscenely the tightly puckered little circle of her anus. The taut nether ring opened and closed slightly as she tensed the strong muscles in her ass cheeks, and you could hear breathing all over the room, even over the loud music.
Sharon could overhear bits and fragments of conversations.
"Boy, she sure makes the game more exciting."
"I think we're going to change the rules - keep your clothes on and strip them off - much more provocative then staring at half-naked bodies all the time."
Mary's smoothly grinding ass cheeks seemed to rotate on its own axis as she alternately relaxed and tightened the muscles of her buttocks. She turned back around, facing the others and with both hands, lifted the white, pink capped tips of her full heavy breasts, offering them temptingly to any man who would desire them as she held the soft, tender mounds up and pointed the crinkly-hard nipples toward a group of men.
She tantalizingly eased her opened palms down over the trim curve of her waist, over the smooth expanse of suntanned flesh gleaming like a bronzed statue in the candle light. With her thumbs, she caught the elastic band of her panties, now covering only the soft thicket of pubic hairs at the bottom of her pelvis and the moist pink vaginal lips beneath. Her thighs parted as she lowered the sheer, gauze-like fabric like some flag of surrender, exposing the delicate vee at the top of her smooth supple thighs. She continued to teasingly peel the tight-fitting panties down over her hips and along her bare legs, then she stepped out of them and casually tossed them to the nearest man who shouted his approval.
The air in the room was suddenly charged as if by lightning: she was now completely nude before all of them. Sharon tried to look away, as if that was somehow the proper thing to do, but by now the joints had been passed to her at least eight times and she was in no condition to act rationally. She was drawn like a moth to a flame, to the wickedly exciting spectacle of the woman bringing all the men in the room to a fever pitch of sexual excitement with just the supple movements of her sensuous body. She couldn't help herself, she envied that woman and woman like her! She wanted to be uninhibited about her body, about sex.
Mary opened her legs wide, giving the other an unobstructed view of her unguarded cuntal slit, her softly pulsating pussy lips moist with her own sex juices. She leaned back, touching her long luxurious red hair to the floor as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. The music tempo had increased and Mary's savage dance grew more and more frenetic as she writhed enticingly in the warm caressing glow of the candles.
With a teasing, tormenting grin, she brought her hands from behind and slipped them down over her body, over the doubled fullness of her hips and down into the warm crevice between her opened thighs. Her fingers spread wide the wet pliant lips of her pussy as she leaned back ... she knew now it was time to give them all what they wanted.
Hardly noticed by the others, Sammie settled himself, naked, upon the sofa stretching his lithe, naked body over the crimson cushions. He lay on his back, his long, rigid penis sticking straight up like a spear imbedded in his pelvis.
The light above seemed to catch the hardened shaft perfectly, and its white, blue-veined length contrasted sharply with the gleaming red glow of the couch. The bulbous tip seemed balanced like a pink ball on the end of the long throbbing stalk, soaring toward the brightness of the light.
Mary moved onto the sofa beside him, then eased one bare leg over his, positioning herself over his recumbent form.
From their scattered positions on the floor, the others gazed intently at their self-appointed leaders, staring upward at the delicious pink ridges of Mary's hotly quivering vaginal slit, her naked fleshy lips parted slightly revealing the moist, hair-lined softness nestled inside.
"I know this isn't part of the game, baby," purred Mary, "but I just can't help it."
Then taking his immense cock in her hand she studied it admiringly, her fingers probing every ridge and crevice of its long, hard length.
She stroked it tenderly, gently running her long nails along the fleshy shaft. It swelled even larger at her soft touch, the tiny blue veins now visible like wires under the pink surface.
Mary squeezed it tightly inside her clenched fist, watching eagerly as its bulbous head filled like a balloon, bright red as the hot blood from his loins pumped into the swollen tip.
She lowered her moist, hungry lips to the throbbing knob and slowly licked a wide circle around the tiny slit there, eagerly lapping away the minute jewel of seminal fluid oozing from the smooth, rubbery tip.
Excitement crackled like a million volts of super charged lightning through the darkened room as the spectators watched expectantly, eagerly anticipating her next move - her moist, warm lips poised just a bare inch from the blood-filled palpitating head of his long, desire-hardened cock.
Mary relished the lustful wantonness of this moment, especially since no one had ever been so eager to be ravished. Usually, a shy timid girl was picked and she'd blush with embarrassment as the crowd cheered her on. Her whole naked body tingled, her flesh quivering with salacious delight as every eye gaped anxiously at her.
Nothing thrilled her more than being the undisputed center of attention. She tauntingly stretched the suspenseful agony to the breaking point - until her audience was wrapped securely around her little finger.
She pulled her gaze away from the thick, heavy, cock clutched in her grip and studied carefully her aroused congregation. Perfect, she told herself, the mood couldn't be better. Something special is in order ... something unexpected to shock these thrill-seeking pot freaks into action, something to get them all involved instead of sitting around playing these ridiculous baby games.
Mary pushed her golden body up from her doubled knees, straddling like a naked goddess over Sam's hair-covered body stretched beneath her. She could hear a muffled gasp go up from the others as she parted her smooth, silky thighs and positioned her pink, moist vaginal slit directly over his stiffly rising penis.
She reached between her thighs from behind and slipped the enormous pink head between the flesh lips of her hungry pussy like a starved animal. The warm, pink jaws enveloped the bulbous tip and nibbled it ravenously up into the soft, moist tunnel up between her legs.
She lowered the firm, round melons of her buttocks down onto his impaling shaft, skewering herself deliciously on the long stalk. With a soft, wet slurping sound, the thick fleshy cock disappeared up between her wide spread thighs; and a low soulful moan slipped softly from between her parted lips as she felt the long hard spire burrow exquisitely up into the raging inferno of her belly. The lust-hardened shaft imbedded deep up inside her was like pouring gasoline on the flames of desire that burned insatiably inside her.
Then, with a hard, flat smacking thud, she smashed her open cunt mouth tight down against her captor's loins, ramming the full length of his huge prick to the hilt inside her. She could feel it far up in her belly, like a hotly burning flame licking at her insides.
Her tousled red hair swirled lewdly around her head, eerily aglow in the beam of light of the strobe as she tossed her head from side to side, front to back, her eyes tightly closed. Lifting herself with the taut muscles of her legs, she slithered her cunt wetly up and down the long shaft, pushing her naked torso up until only the swollen pink head lay ensheathed in her warm wet clutches; she shoved her moistly clenching cunt back down onto the heavily skewering length of his long, thick cock, hungrily gulping up every inch of the lust-hardened rod, until it lay completely absorbed up in the tight warm confines of her constrictive passage, firmly gripped between the soft, pink walls of her wet pulsating pussy.
The young Sharon gaped incredulously at the lewd performance, witnessing every fantastic second of Mary's performance, but unable to register fully what her eyes were recording on the blurred surfaces of her mind. The pot was taking control rippling out its own instructions through her body, numbly fogging the inhibitive programming of her stunned mind, freeing her body and spirit completely, until her tender young body was nothing more than a bundled maze of sensitive nerve endings ready and willing to sense ... and touch ... and feel. Gone were the bad memories of Dick, gone were the hopes of marriage.
Mary was suddenly bucking violently, fucking her hungry clasping pussy up and down frantically on her captor's upright penis. With every powerful, downward grinding snap of her buttocks, she sank completely to his sweat, soaked pelvis, taking his lust-inflated cock far inside her raging belly. Her face contorted with delicious agony, every downward thrust seemed hard and faster than the one before. Rivulets of sweat pouring from her face and shoulders and trickled in sparkling streams down the long smooth expanse of her naked back. Her firm, proud tits pumped from side to side, swaying with her savage frenzied action.
Sam gazed upward at her passion-twisted face, framed between her large jutting breasts and knew that the hoped for moment was near - that in just minutes Mary's anxiously awaited orgasm would burst in a shower of colors across her pot-drugged brain. He thrust his bare loins up to meet her eager, skewering movements, ramming the swollen knob of his cock even further up into her belly. A sharp cry of pain gasped from between her dry, ovaled lips: but that modest effort seemed to be the last, final boost that shoved her over into the swirling depths of pure, satisfying ecstasy.
Her head snapped back. "Yes ... yes ... Oh, yes! Asssssssgggghhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Her burning loins ground tightly down against his hairy pelvis. Mary impaled herself one last time on his still rigidly pumping pole, clasping it voraciously with a million fleshy fingers as her warm, oozing orgisastic juices trickled wetly down the length of his prick and streamed obscenely down his sperm-swollen balls, and down between his legs.
As she lifted herself weakly from his body, Sharon felt a shiver of excitement mixed with dread, as Sam's long cock slipped from its soft, fleshy sheath. It was still as hard as when Mary first stripped off her clothes, drenched from base to tip now with Mary's flood of orgiastic juices. It made a loud wet sucking noise as the warm fleshy lips of her cunt released the heavy inflated head reluctantly, as Mary stretched to clear herself from the shaft.
In moments, Sam was on his feet, "What do you say about that? How about letting he have another try just for picking such a fine piece as that?"
The crowd cheered, handing him a freshly rolled joint.
"Whew! You're going to need this if you're going to take on another one as hot as that little cunt! "
"Yeah!" sighed Sam proud of his first choice.
Chapter 3
Sam's legs trembled beneath him now from the wild gyrations of that little bitch, Mary, who stood haughtily surveying the heated crowd. She'd really gotten these people into the mood now. Just as well, he thought, games are fun but a good hot fuck is better. Standing now with his feet apart, one hand on each hip in a conqueror's stance, he scanned the room for his next prey, hoping to find one a bit less indulging than Mary.
"There she is," his long arm extended, pointing directly at Sharon's nervously shaking hand now in the process of passing another joint to her sister.
"This is your chance," Nancy whispered. "Come on!"
And with a gentle shove coaxed her sister to enter the perlious ring. Taking a few unsteady steps, she looked back at her twin sister thinking, God I wish this were you instead of me.
For twins, they certainly carried no similar genes: Nancy, only a minute older carried that distinction. She was the one who was always making the decisions, always seeking new experiences and acting like a big sister to Sharon whose concerns were more concerned with security and raising a family.
Her head reeling from the beer and grass Sharon had quickly, numbly undressed, leaving her hurriedly discarded clothing in a pile at her feet. The men in the shadowy room visibly tensed, their breathing stepped up, as they stared lustfully at the slim lengths of her naked thighs and calves, moistening their dry lips in eager anticipation of watching her naked young body fucked into wild, screaming ecstasy.
Unseen eyes gazed longingly at the coveted moistness between her smooth legs, a mass of lightly curling blonde pubic covering the gentle inviting look of her genitals.
"Come on! Show a little enthusiasm!"
Sharon obediently complied, turning the ripe, pear-shaped mounds of her buttocks to her admirers, most of whom were half-naked by now - Mary's dance bringing them closer to the delicious delights of naked flesh. She could feel their burning stares piercing her soft flesh.
"Sharon, come on girl. You know what is expected of you here. You agreed to the rules," Dan's voice boomed from a far, dark corner.
Unhesitatingly she crawled onto the sofa, offering for unimpeded inspection the warm, fleshy lips beneath the deeply inviting crevice of her buttocks. She turned over and stretched her nude form on the sofa cushions, her thighs tightly clenched together. Capped with tiny rose pink buds, her ripe young breasts rose proudly, standing firmly in all their luscious fullness. Beneath her breasts, the smooth flesh tapered suddenly to a narrow waist ... then flared just as suddenly in the soft bulging curve of her hips. The sparsely haired mound of her virginal cunt swelled slightly in a fleecy clump at the junction of her thighs.
Sam waited impatiently watching the innocent young blonde painfully expose herself, probably for the first time ever! The thought created a searing pressure in his swollen testicles and he walked over to the sofa and stood before his captured young beauty.
Sharon gasped as her eyes fell on the thick, heavy cock that stood out like a flesh-covered stump from the profusion of black tangled hair that ran from the base of his prick up to his chest. In the half-darkness from where she stood before, her was just a nude man, but now, in brighter candle light, she could see that he was heavy-set, but muscular, like a wrestler, and she could see the taut bands of muscle that crossed his torso from top to bottom.
Sharon struggled to focus her fulled vision on his bulging penis, squinting in the dim light as she gaped at its powerful thickness. The grass had twisted her powers of perception, and as she stared at the hardened growth protruding from his hairy pelvis, it seemed to swell into a monstrous looming spear aimed threateningly at the tender fragility of her moistly throbbing pussy.
"No-no-no ... p-please, no," she trembled, squirming on the soft cushion of the couch as she edged away from her imminent seducer. "I ... I don't want you to yet ... please ... please."
Suddenly her fear was cutting through the drug-induced mist like a sharp knife, and she felt very helpless and alone. She tried vainly to cover her nakedly trembling tits with her arms.
Sam glared at her menacingly, as if about to explode with anger. Once she had stepped across that doorway an hour ago she'd agreed to obey the rules thought Sam; this combined with the dislike of having a woman resist him openly before his friends was too much to bear.
Smoothly and quickly he stepped to the head of the sofa, towering over the nakedly reclining young girl like a giant, his long cock dangling over his sperm-swollen balls and hanging almost in her face as she lay sprawled before him.
Without uttering a word he glowered hotly into her deep blue eyes, indelibly scorching his desire across the back of her brain in large, flaming letters. The ominous threat of his lust for her held her more securely than a dozen chains, and when the other man touched her, Jim - God! it was Jim from the filling station this afternoon. What is this, a conspiracy, she thought weakly. Jim pried apart her fearfully trembling thighs so Sam could crawl up between them, and she offered no resistance. Her eyes swept once more dazedly over the enormous genitals seemingly all around her as she felt the hard, insistent probing of Sam's thick cock against the soft tender lips of her pussy.
He levered her beautiful legs high back against her breasts, flattening them under her knees as he prepared gleefully to fuck her, his heavy cock-head at the warmly quivering folds of her moistly throbbing vagina.
The dazed onlookers were breathing heavily now. The women seemed to be in a trance, eyes devouring the hungrily throbbing organ as it taunted the helpless girl, revelling in the potential fucking of one of their own sex.
His strong hands trembled over the velvety smoothness of her supple thighs, kneading the smooth naked flesh, grasping it in ripples between his fingers.
Sensing her anxious dread, he leaned over her, pausing in his ravishment to kiss her hungrily on her ripe breasts, sucking the quivering nipples so hard that low groans of sexual agony were torn from the girl beneath him.
He gripped the tender flesh of her upturned thighs tightly, forcing her vulnerably spread young cunt up even further, clearly opening it to the eyes of everyone in the room. The blonde-rimmed lips leading to her soft, wet interior channel which was to milk him dry of all the pent-up cum in his balls, were there, unprotected, for all the others to see.
His hand went down to his penis now resting against her wetly pulsating vaginal lips and he eased it up to the narrow, vertical slit, the great inflated head of his prick - nearly purple with blood - against the soft, pink flanges of her cunt.
Sharon lay there, arms outstretched as if in abject supplication, her head thrown back in surrender, and with a furious flexing of his hips he fucked his hotly throbbing cock up through the sparse young pubic hair and deep up between her fearfully quivering young pussy lips.
It seemed to enter with a sudden tearing movement which stopped his initial thrust short of its mark, and he was momentarily unable to penetrate her nakedly writhing cunt any further, his heavy shaft blocked in the narrow virginal passage by the tight defensive clenching of her cuntal muscles, and the frail resistance of her maidenhead.
Nancy watched in horrified amazement, paralyzed by the grass she was smoking, as Sam hovered between her twin sister's legs, just scant seconds away from ramming his thickly swollen cock all the way into her futilely resisting young belly. She could see the desire mixed with hesitation on her sister's face as she lay with her tender young pussy spread helplessly wide before the thick, lustfully throbbing cock, and for a brief moment she was ashamed for encouraging her to come to this party. But one second thought, it was about time her twin ridded herself of the stigma of virginity. After all, wasn't that what caused she and Dick to break off their engagement?
And no matter how much she denied it to herself, there was no question but what Nancy was relishing the warm, spreading dampness she could feel up between her own legs as she watched her sister about to lose her virginity right before her very eyes.
Sam cocked his powerful hips like a loaded .45 and fired his hardened shaft like a projectile into the tight constrictive passage of her virginal young cunt. The bulbous, blood-filled tip of his thickly hardened rod rippled hotly up through the soft fleshy walls of pink pussy flesh that guarded the thin, hair-fringed entrance to her young belly.
Her hips jerked frantically at the impaling pain and a long mournful cry gyrated from her lips as the narrow moist walls gave way in a fleshy rippling wave before it as he rammed his heavy cock to his balls up into her tender young virginal cunt.
With the succulent, clasping warmth of the hotly clinging pussy around his penis, he began to fuck up into her without mercy, while her body jerked about wildly and she moaned and groaned continuously beneath him.
Sharon clenched her cunt walls tight and made one more feeble attempt to slow down his fucking into her, but eventually gave up and lay with her whole body twitching under the slowly subsiding pain of this first ever impalement of her young, innocent cunt.
Men and women were panting like hungry animals all around the room. Some were already on their feet, moving in closer to the sofa for a better look, their eyes glazed eerily from the grass and beer. Jutting peaks appeared in the men's shorts of those few who were still clothed as their pricks hardened at the salacious spectacle, and women vainly clamped their naked thighs together to hold back the burning desire in their moistly tingling cuntal slits.
Sam felt the tight, warm grip of her wide split young vagina loosen and the juices of her rising passion flooding around his cock as her rammed the fleshy shaft into her again and again: her cunt growing wet and pliable as his cock burrowed deep up into her womb. With each long hard stroke into her, Sam could feel her moist warm pussy juices flowing more and more wetly and he knew she would soon be totally his, wholly surrendered to his deep, plundering thrusts far up into her belly.
Beneath his weight, her soft breasts were smashed flat against her chest, and her firm rounded buttocks squirmed from side to side in an effort to relieve the initial shock of his relentless thrust and withdrawal. Her face was flushed with color, streaked with a steady stream of tears that drained down her cheeks and an occasional sharp cry of pain punctuated her low soul-rending moans. It was gone! Her virginity torn away in a wild, untamed moment of lust, and for the first time it did not matter that it was not Dick's cock that ripped away her innocence.
The initiating penis slipped in with greater and greater ease until it was deeply imbedded in the young girl's widely stretched cuntal crevice as far as it would go between her wide-flung legs, spread out in a lewdly gaping "V" from her narrow damp vaginal slit.
Sam's big hands explored every inch of her writhing sweat-soaked body, clutching it all over in his intense passion. He shoved one hand under her outstretched leg and fondled her naked breast, tweaking her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He dragged his hands along her nakedly smooth body, over the gentle swell of her narrow hips and under her upturned buttocks, cupping one in each hand. He squeezed them tightly then moved his thighs up against her naked ass, feeling with his own fingers the rock-hard length of his thick cock slithering wetly between the soft, fleshily nibbling lips of her pussy.
His stiffened middle finger probed teasingly at the taut, tightly drawn ring of her anus, the tiny puckered opening tightly clenching shut as he prodded teasingly at the forbidden orifice. With rapid, cunt-flaring snaps of his loins, he fucked his aching penis deeper and deeper up between the soft, wet walls of her vagina. As the enlarged head of his prick burrowed far inside the warm depths of her heated vagina, he quickly and gently wormed his finger into the tight, hotly clutching grip of her rectum. Her mouth opened wide as if to scream, but not a sound came out.
His tensing and untensing buttocks slowed to strong, slow thrusts, he squirmed his knees tight against her upturned ass as if he wanted to fuck his cock up into her farther than was possible; he pushed her thighs even further apart, contorting her young body unbelievably, her long flailing legs almost at right angles to her trembling body.
With every deep, grinding push, he shoved his rigid middle finger into the tightly-puckered opening of her anus, plundering her from both holes, in smooth synchronized rhythm. Far up inside he could feel his own cock sliding over the length of his finger, separated by only the thinnest membrane of flesh between her cunt and rectum.
Sharon's mournful cries were growing louder now, and laced with the unmistakable trappings of rising lascivious ecstasy wrestling control of her wildly squirming body. She circled her parched lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide with a sudden lustful abandonment, the hotly flowing lubricants of her cunt had eased her discomfort and the devils of passion began a hot, teasing dance up in her cock-filled young belly.
"Oooooohh ... oooooooooooohh, that's it ... oh, yes, do it to me like that! Oh, it feels so good inside me ... so good!"
His pumping hips slowed ... slowed ... slowed, each plunging thrust shoved to the last throbbing inch deep up in her now hungrily absorbing young cuntal passage. He snapped his hips forward in one last grinding lunge, then a long, aching gasp rasped from deep in his lungs as his fast-flowing river of hot sperm swept up in a raging white torrent into the girl's voraciously milking vagina and on up into her wildly quaking body.
Sharon's body snapped and shivered convulsively as she sensed the hot torrents surging into her belly.
"No! Don't stop now ... please, fuck just a little more! Fuck just a little more and I'll be there too! Oh, please don't leave me like this!"
Her eyes rolled agonized disbelief at her unquenched thirst for sex was left unsatiated.
"Oh God, come back!" she groaned. "Come back and finish what you started!"
But much to her dismay Sam withdrew his rubbery, deflating penis from her still hotly clasping cunt lips; she thrust her hips vainly toward him, struggling to contain his limp prick in the ravenously hungry grip of her wetly gripping pussy lips.
Hardened cocks all over the darkened chamber ached to answer the luscious writhing girl's needs. Sam climbed down off the sofa, leaving behind a thin, almost invisible trail of semen that trickled down from the still-throbbing tip of his heavy cock, now dangling limply between his thigh.
Sharon reached for him as he lifted himself away from her squirming nakedness, a self-satisfied grin smeared across his masculine lined face. Failing in that, she futilely shoved two of her fingers into the seething cauldron of her hotly inflamed cunt, oblivious to the frenzied stares of the others clustered around her.
Vicariously enraptured from her twin sister's unquenched passion, Nancy rose to her feet with the others, encircling the sofa where her sister lay writhing in an ever-widening damp stain from her own free-flowing juices of wildly exploding passion.
But her anguished pleas were not to go unanswered. Jim looked down at the writhing girl and sympathetically - but enthusiastically - joined the helpless girl on the sofa. She didn't open her eyes as he crawled up between her openly jerking legs, quickly slipping his long thick prick into the hungrily nibbling mouth of her insatiable vaginal hole.
As the long glistening pole disappeared wetly up into the tortured depths of her hotly flaming passage she gave one gasping cry of passing discomfort, her head craned upward from the couch, then collapsed limply once more, a deep animal moan of undiluted pleasure coming up from deep in her body as once more it began grinding, wildly hungrily up at the second nakedly skewering cock fucking desperately up between her thighs.
* * *
Nancy, as she watched the lewd sensual ravishment of her twin sister, felt the first expected explorations of a masculine hand over the ripe round globes of her buttocks. Her instinctive reaction was suppressed and she offered not the slightest reluctance as five fingers cautiously probed the deep tightened crevice of her buttocks. She relaxed her muscles, opening up her moist furrow fully to his unseen touch. His fingers brushed the delicate bud of her clitoris, and a burst of high-voltage excitement suddenly coursed through her body, now naked as were most others in the room.
She turned slowly to face Dan who was touching her, and without a hint of pause, Nancy stretched on tip-toes to meet the man's lips with hers. Her tongue darted between his teeth as their lips met, and she reached down and folded her fingers around the heavily bulging cock pressing hotly into the softness of her naked belly. Like a swelling wave, the soaring crescendos of the overpowering music swept over her and, in one smooth movement, he dropped to his knees, then fell backward on the softness of the pillow aimlessly scattered over the floor, pulling Nancy's now naked body onto his.
She trembled from head to toe as she felt his hardened penis jut upward between her thighs.
"I think I'm going to like our little stop-over in Salt Lake," she purred in the auto mechanic's ear. And then, her dark curly head flailing from side to side on the pillow, "Yes, yes, oh fuck me, yes!" she screamed madly, the drug hitting her like a pile driver. "God yes, split me open with your cock! I need a man inside me, all of you inside me! Yes, fuck me!"
Dan could hold back his charge no longer, and he grinned to himself at his conquest. Man, when it came to picking up women, he was one hell of a convincing actor, but this chick needed no sweet bedtime stories to get her in the mood to fuck.
He snapped his loins forward ...
"Aaaaawwwww ... " Nancy cried out in sharp discomfort as the long pole-like length of his cock slipped wetly inside and was buried to the hilt far inside her deep vulnerably open vaginal passage.
She was slammed hard back against the floor as he fucked into her with all the fury of his whole body behind his delicious thrust. The soft pliant walls of her vagina rippled aside in warm pink waves as his swollen pulsing cock rammed far up into her belly, reaching the very bottom of her lust-clenching vaginal tunnel.
She gasped in unintelligible cries, "Oh God, it's killing me ... it's so deep. It's so deep inside me!"
Dan hesitated not an instant, but pulled his long hard prick out of her until just an inch remained between her moistly sucking pussy lips, then fucked it home again, slamming her again under his weight, and once more sinking into her tightly clasping cunt sheath until his pubic hair matted with hers, his balls slapped loudly and obscenely in the upturned furrow of her ass, making a flat wet smacking sound as he lunged into her. He didn't ease his relentless rhythm for an instant; he had her off balance, teetering on the brink of insanity from the wonderfulness of the exquisite sexual pain he was inflicting on her. Nancy's eyes opened, and through the dull haze of her obscured vision she could see couples nakedly fucking into each other from every possible angle and every corner of the room. Cries, moans and groans filled the candle lit room, heavily scented with the sweet aroma of marijuana and hashish.
Dan looked down at the flowing hair of the girl he had picked up that very afternoon. Pretty easy, he thought, that's what I like about these travellers, and God he'd seen enough of them.
They spend time out on the road doing nothing but looking at scenery and before they even realize it they're hornier than a dog in heat. Take's someone like me to spy them out!
"Getting to you, right doll? Don't tell me you've never been fucked so far up in your pussy before ... feels nice, huh!"
He was taunting her, adding to the embarrassment of being fucked by a complete stranger she knew she should have felt, but didn't. There was no embarrassed anguish, no abject degradation ... nothing but the unquenchable thirst in her belly for his seething load of heated male sperm.
Lunge after pistoning lunge disappeared up into the deep juicy tunnel of her cunt, every agonizing thrust sending another fresh wave of ecstasy rippling through her nakedly writhing body. Her pussy walls gripped the long hard intruder tightly, letting go only reluctantly as the rigid shaft slithered out, then fucked back in, again, sinking each time to the very base of his balls. Nancy couldn't see anyone now, just the blurry outline of the naked man on top of her, a strong naked auto mechanic who was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, and she was responding with every cell, every fiber of her very being. The few uncoupled singles were going crazy with the lusty excitement, their eyes focused on the obscene tableau right before them, naked people overheated with passion, a raging passion that threatened to explode any second. Unseen eyes watched eagerly as Dan fucked his heavily hardened cock into her again and again, the nibbling pussy lips of her vaginal slit hanging on tightly as the shaft slid wetly out from her desperately clasping grip. The frail pink walls of her cunt were sucked out with every backward thrust, tight clutching bands of moist flesh that clung hungrily to his turgid ploe as he withdrew it out of her ravenous hole. Then, with every crashing inward thrust, Nancy resolved she could take it no longer, that she'd cry out, that she'd burst apart from the ecstasy. But she didn't ... she gritted her teeth and lived through another wild skewering thrust that seemed to end only when his long pole seemingly fucked all the way up to her throat.
"Please ... please ... Fuck my pussy good like that ... b ... but ... but slower ... I ... "
Her voice momentarily managed to be heard, then trailed off. She knew she couldn't stop it ... and she knew she wouldn't if she could. She'd been fucked by many men at college, preacher's sons, missionary's sons, and professor's sons, but never had she been fucked anything like this!
Guess it takes a Mormon, she thought.
She was now roaring on rocketing pinnacles of sexual wantonness she'd never before experienced. She was getting a newly-released sexuality, a newly-freed lasciviousness that was beyond her wildest fantasies. This man, this auto mechanic, was doing incredible, unbelievable things to her ... he was taking her to places she'd never dreamed existed. And she couldn't stop him ... she wouldn't! She loved this life of freedom and she wanted no other!
Dan could see she was truly on her way now - his living love slave, his to fuck any way he desired. She was ready and eager to take anything his heavily burgeoning cock could dish out. He smiled as he looked at her nakedly writhing form doubled beneath his thrusts, her long dark curly hair spilling around her head like a fan. He slowed the relentless deep jabs to a steady, churning rhythm fucking in and out of her with smooth, easy strokes that reached from the pit of her belly to the pink, tightly clasping lips of her pussy, still tautly gripping the hard thick shaft of his penis as it slid wetly in and out of her eagerly welcoming vaginal hole.
The other couples sharing the huge softness of the pillow were mesmerized, not taking their eyes away from the lewdly writhing couple whose intense jerkings and rockings from side to side had nearly thrown them off the small confines of the pillow. Eyes stared at Dan's hairy pelvis grinding in a tight circle against the lewdly turned-up plane of her crotch, smashing the curl-rimmed lips of her pussy flat beneath his pelvis bone as he moved inside her in rhythmic, concentric circles, his cock brushing all around the walls of her pussy as it rotated hotly around deep inside.
Nancy managed a quick elusive glance at Sam standing nearly over her and stark naked like all the others. His huge prick was fully erect for the third time that evening, clutched between the fingers of his hand like a favorite play thing; he was wide-eyed with desire at the sight of this fantastically gorgeous young curly-haired girl being fucked like a street tramp right before his eyes. Jesus Christ, this new one looks like a good fuck, one of the best ... probably just as good as her virgin sister ... and she was too much, so no telling what this one can do. Leave it to Dan to find the hot ones!
Dan shifted on his knees, angling so that his cock probed even deeper in the unexplored recess of her hot, juicily sluicing pussy walls. She gasped aloud as he found a new spot, grinding the swollen tip of his prick into a nerve-filled area deep in her belly.
"Yes, oh yes ... that's so good, so good!"
She knew the others were watching her, maybe even wanting to fuck her, too, in her wanton recklessness, but what did she care, they didn't know her. Nothing mattered except the raging inferno Dan had unleashed in her loins. Nothing would stop the wild holocaust flaming hotly inside her except ... except for it to be fucked out of her!!!
She ground her cunt harder and harder up against his groin, struggling to sink his long, hard penis even deeper inside her, far up in her belly to quench the flames that raged there. She heard words ... words, not sentences ... they didn't fit together, just seemed like meaningless pieces of thought echoing around the darkened room. She detected movement, she tried to see through her hashish and grass blurred eyes, but there was no clue, nothing to give even a hint of what was about to happen. She squirmed salaciously beneath this man, her guttural moans and cries now drowned in the raucous sound of the stereo someone had turned up louder. The room seemed slightly brighter, perhaps a light had been switched on ... She squinted through sweat-burned eyes but saw nothing.
Suddenly she was being touched, a thousand hands all over her body. And not those of her lover; weaker hands that struggling, lifted her and turned her over. For an instant she was looking directly into Mary's face, her eyes met Mary's, and they exchanged a knowing smile.
She tried to regain her bearings, she was on top of Dan, straddling his loins, now sitting on him, impaled on the beautifully long cock that hadn't missed a stroke as they reversed places. She felt the hands leave her and she braced herself on Dan's shoulders, leaning forward slightly as he rocked up and down in her wetly sucking vaginal sheath. Her knees were on the floor and her ass-cheeks rested on his hard, hair-bristling pelvis as he skewered up into her open pussy deliciously from underneath.
"Oh, God, that's even deeper ... it's so hard, so deep ... oh, yes, yes!"
He pulled her parched lips to his and moistened them with a swirl of his tongue; then swirled it around the insides of her mouth, sucking on her own tongue with his wet lips. Her ass rotated high in the air as he pushed with his strong thighs and shoved every inch of his cock far up into her; she punctuated his every upward thrust with a sharp soulful cry for mercy. She felt something ... something that wasn't right, something that wasn't normal. Suddenly her buttocks cheeks pinched shut and she tried futilely to shrink away, but she was impaled firmly on Dan's long prick. There was a prodding, an insistent prodding at the tiny brown ring of her anus. She tried to escape it, to pull away ... but as long as Dan's erection kept her in place, she could move neither forward nor backward.
Strong hands tightened on her bare shoulders and held her down securely, her cunt shoved heavily down on the hotly skewering member that fucked up into her from below. Again the insistent probing pushed its way between the tightly-clenched cheeks of her ass as something incredibly thick and hard touched the forbidden little ring of her mouth. She turned her head ...
"No, no ... please! Not there!"
It was Sam, a wide toothy grin on his face and his immense cock held hotly between both hands. He lunged hard against her helplessly cringing rectal orifice, but she was able to squirm away quickly enough to spare her virgin passage.
"Please, Sam ... not there!"
The shock of his brutal attempt had sobered her somewhat and she could think more clearly, more rationally, though it was too late to stop the fires in her loins.
"Please ... I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock, fuck me ... anything! But please, not that!"
She thought she was experienced when it came to sex, and overly liberal even, but now way was she ready for some sex crazed maniac to shove his cock into her asshole!
Dan grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down hard against his chest, nearly doubling her in half on top of his body. Her ass jutted out now like a red scarf in front of a bull. The inviting little ring was now completely exposed and unguarded. It was clear sailing from here on, nothing to stand between him and the wondrous ecstasy of feeling her tight, hotly clenched little asshole close around his thick penis as he rammed it home through those tightly puckered little brown lips.
He spotted Mary in the darkness and tried to make his special need known quietly, but Nancy's perked ears couldn't avoid hearing his awful, terrifying words, "Hey, how about giving me a little Vaseline or something ... this little asshole's gonna be tighter than a teeny-bopper's pussy!"
Nancy's smooth flat stomach knotted like a sailor's rope-end as she was suddenly struck head-on by the horrifying awareness of what was about to happen to her. She struggled to free herself, forgetting the still unanswered cries for satisfaction from her loins, but San held her tightly, both arms around her back, his hands gripped together behind her, pinning her helplessly and leaving her back passage open and vulnerable.
Oh shit, she thought, I guess this is what I get for being so fucking anxious!
And then aloud her screams could be heard in every corner of the room:
"Please, please let me go ... I can't take your cock up in me back there ... I'm a preacher's daughter ... I can't do it! I can't!"
She felt Dan's hands leave her ass-cheeks for a moment, then return, spreading the soft, smoothly curved mounds and laying bare the treasured nether ring of her anus.
"Oh God, no ... please ... no Aaaaaaaggghhh!!"
With the aid of the grease and the slippery cum that had minutes earlier filled Nancy's sister's virginal cunt, his immense prick popped between the incredibly tight bands of pink muscle surrounding the little brown hole, and sank a couple of inches inside, squeezed deliciously hard by the strong walls of the virgin passage. He gave another snap of his pelvis and sank the huge cudgel to the hilt, buried far up inside her asshole. She cried out loudly as the hugely pulsing shaft bored relentlessly up into her; she struggled to escape the intense pressure, but she was mercilessly pinned between the two men now fucking her.
Dan beneath her, his long hard cock rammed up into her pussy like a telephone pole, and now Sam, splitting her in half with his massive over-sized cock sunk deep up between the rod-stretched walls of her rectum. The thin, elastic-like band of muscles around her asshole were spread to the breaking point to accommodate the thick rod of lust-hardened flesh.
Dan relished the thought of share-fucking this beauty with a friend; it was somehow salaciously satisfying to know another man's cock was fucking with his up inside her hot little belly. It was a familiar practice for he and Jim to share fuck women like this, but shit, he thought, Jim's too busy over there on the sofa with Nancy's twin sister. He chuckled to himself, preacher's daughters, huh? That definitely made it all the more exciting.
Wait till Jim finds out he's fucking a preacher's daughter ... Jesus!
Now he could easily feel the presence of Sam's huge cock fucking her cunt through the thin membrane that separated her cunt and ass channel, both men now thrusting in and out steadily, heightening the girl's wildly aroused desires and bringing tears of crazed, uncontrollable ecstasy to her eyes. She was theirs ...
She tried to fuck harder down on the impaling shaft from below on his up-stroke, and to lift her whitely flashing buttocks back to meet the head-long down-fuck of the cock sunk deep up into her rectum from behind. His balls slapped with a heavy thud down against Dan's, so close were they inside. The sharp, brightly-flashing pressure of the double-fuck she was receiving, was slowly subsiding as the resilient opening gradually stretched enough to allow the greased shaft to slide in and out of her asshole more easily.
She hated herself for it, she wished she were dead for knowing it was the truth ... she was enjoying it! She was enjoying this lewd filth! She was enjoying being sandwiched fucked between two lust-crazed men like a lowly paid whore, being abused by both of them at once!
She sensed an incredible pagan purity about it somehow, being fucked deliciously in both openings up between her thighs, her cunt and asshole at the same time. The simplicity of it all ... answering her wild sexual needs and those of two men at the same time! She couldn't fight it, she couldn't pretend any longer. She was going out of her head with ecstatic rapture. though her body ached in every muscle.
Nancy began to grind her hips back and down more desperately now, ensuring that both rigid cocks sank to their full depth in her twin filled passages. She was now half-kneeling, her breasts dangling temptingly as Dan sucked hungrily on her nipples, her whole body now aflame with unrequited passion.
The grass and beer boiling in her bloodstream, the inciting sexual odor of this room, the sweating naked men coupled with her so savagely, the thrill of satisfying two cocks at once ... she didn't want any of this to end, she wanted this moment to stretch out forever, to never stop. She hoped her twin sister, Sharon, was watching ... God, she wished every minister friend of her parents were lined up right now, in front of her, watching what a sexually competent religious girl could do!
Finally, her orgasm, so long coming, erupted like a jungle fever, her head swimming, a million colored bursts going off before her eyes. She fucked up and down with every ounce of energy she had left, shoving her ass out at the same instant to suck Sam's massive cock up into her rectum with the powerful velvety clutching lips of her asshole. She had taken all she could stand for that night. With a long, low moan of release she collapsed on Dan's still wildly pumping his hardness, her toes caressing the sides of her legs, a great torrent of her love juices dribbling down and over the erect shaft of his glistening cock and trickling down onto his balls. Both men instantly stepped up the speed of their rhythmic fucking into her, pumping hotly together, steadily, taking her further up into the ecstatic reaches of sexual bliss than she'd ever been before.
It was over for Sam first, for the tightly flexing grip of her asshole sucked and pulled his cum out hungrily from deep in his heavy testicles. He groaned as the huge nozzle exploded wildly and emptied its hotly scalding stickiness into her nakedly writhing backside, spurting out its seething load far up into the tight little hole between her beautifully curved ass-cheeks. Then, as he pumped in his last deep thrust and fell away onto his back, a big, sexually satisfied grin spread over his face.
As if on signal, Dan was ready; a couple more deep, cunt-flattening upthrusts and it was all over for him, too. He fucked his whole body up as if trying to force his whole body up into the wildly sucking tunnel of her wetly flooding pussy, ramming his cum-swollen pole as far as it would go inside her belly. He quivered from head to toe as his cock gave one last jerk and exploded deep up into her voraciously milking pussy-lips. His hot, seething sperm mingled with the thick, heavy load already in her belly and oozed back down along his prick and down between his thighs to the carpet below in a white, viscous stream of expended passion.
Nancy could literally feel the flood of their combined lust-loads sloshing around wetly up inside her, both her passages soothed and lubricated now by the warm seeping flow of slippery liquid semen.
She managed to extricate herself from Dan's grip; he seemed too exhausted to move. She started to stand up to see the naked forms of other women. standing over her; she could see the outlines of their breasts against the lighter ceiling.
Then she recognized one of the faces - the one with the perky upturned nose and flowing blonde hair.
"Hey, sis, how you doin'?" It was her twin sister's voice. "Quite a party. I can tell this vacation is going to be more fun than I thought!"
Nancy reached up to accept the lit joint loosely dangling from Sharon's fingers and returning the sisterly grin, "No kidding, Sharon, this is going to be one hell of a trip."
Chapter 4
"What do ya say we drive over to Ollie's and pick us up some beer," Dan smiled down at the curly brown head spilling sprays of dark loveliness between his legs as later, he carefully guided the blue Volkswagen van over the mountain road on the outskirts of Salt Lake City.
"Mmmm, okay," she barely stirred.
With one strong hand, Dan reached down to caress the girl's damp forehead.
"How ya feeling, baby? Are you up for a little drive into the foothills?"
"Foothills? What for?" she yawned.
"Beer," was his curt reply.
"Yeah!" came a voice from the back. "Didn't you girls know Utah is dry? Can't buy no beer 'round here. Have to go to the state-owned dispensary, but too late for that tonight."
Raising up on one elbow, Nancy sat erect and stretched her lithe arms to get the circulation back in her favor and then, placing one slender hand on the bucket seat behind her, turned around to peek in the back to see what her sister was up to.
"She's out cold," said Jim softly so as not to disturb the blonde girl laying beside him on the single bed mattress that was now to serve as love bed along with its myriad other functions.
"It's goin' to be a long ride up in those dusty foothills," Dan warned the girl as she wormed her arm around his square shoulders and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Staring blankly at the white stripes dividing the highway as they careened around the mountain road through the brown mounds of the Utah foothills, Nancy reflected on the evening and the closeness she'd felt when after that last lustful spewing of male cum up into her flooded little pussy, her eyes opened to greet the generous smile of her twin sister.
How wonderful, she thought, to be able to share such golden moments with a sister - a twin sister at that!
If it hadn't been for Sharon's obvious depressed reaction to losing her husband-to-be, Nancy would never have suggested this trip - at least not to visit their brother in Reno. Sure, he was their brother, but that's where familial ties ended as far as she was concerned. Tom had always been more like an uncle that a brother since he was twenty years their senior.
Nancy's swimming mind, still high from the grass and beer, tried to focus on the face of her brother, Tom. Oh, yes, how could she forget? The vision of his sparrow-like face came clearly into view. The close-set eyes, the thin-lipped mouth, the big ears and receding hair line.
With a face like that, she chuckled to herself, how could he be anything but a church organist? And that wife of his, ugh!
It had caused her father considerable consternation when Tom announced his engagement to Joan, a reformed alcoholic prostitute in one of the Reno clubs.
And worst of all, his pompous goodie, goodie attitude he carried around like a soldier's purple heart. Ever since he saw her giving her first boyfriend head in the back seat of the car, he'd been on her case about sex, men, drinking, dope, anything to make her feel cheap, whorish. What a hypocritical ass hole! She always despised the way he peeked around corners when she ran from the bathroom to her bedroom in the nude after a warm bath. A Peeping Tom! That's what he was and always would be.
Sharon had never expressed any particular attitude toward their only sibling - it would have been totally out of character for gentle Sharon who found fault with no one.
"A penny for your thoughts."
The sound of Dan's voice broke Nancy's reverie, and acknowledgingly, she pecked him on the cheek.
"Just thinking about this trip and my brother in Reno. He's a real creep."
Dan laughed heartily.
In the back of the van, Sharon awoke to the screeching of tires as an unexpected curve nearly sent the blue bus rolling thunderously over the mountainside.
"Christ, Dan, what's goin' on up there?" asked Jim in a shaky voice.
As an ex-race car driver, there was one thing Dan would not tolerate and that was a back seat driver.
"Come on, who's driving?" he snarled.
Apologetically then, Jim offered the half-drunk, half-stoned driver something that would definitely 'perk him up'. Pulling over to the historical point overlooking the city of Salt Lake, Jim took a small vial of white powder and, spilling a small portion onto a mirror that Sharon found hidden in the bottom of her stuffed purse, drew four even lines of the powder with his pocket knife, and rolling up a dollar bill, offered the treat to Sharon first.
"What's this called?" the sleepy girl asked suspiciously.
"Crystal ... speed."
"What's it going to do to me?"
"Keep you awake, that's all."
"Well, if that's all ... "
She lifted the rolled up bill to her nose and following the slender trail of white crystal, snorted loudly as the speed cut its way through tender membranes to her tired brain.
One by one, they snorted and wiped traces of the white powder from their nostrils and soon they were well on their way, not remembering where they were going or why, just driving and driving, winding their way up the side of the mountain, the casette blasting "driving down the road, tryin' to loosen my load ... " out the open window in the stillness of the night air.
* * *
Sharon was naked again, almost before she realized it, but the sleeping bag pulled over her body and the warmth of Jim's bare flesh felt so incredibly soothing on her bare flesh that she hardly noticed the chilly mountain breeze blowing through the open window. The speed was her master now, her god, and she followed its lead unhesitatingly, unashamed ...
Lying on the mattress with the sleeping bag covering them, Jim squirmed up tight against her nakedness, his hairy pelvis cozily grinding against Sharon's soft, sparsely curling pubic mound. Parting her soft thighs with his hand, he allowed his rigid penis to nestle between her legs, the swollen tip just barely touching the warm, fleshy lips of her moistly throbbing cuntal slit.
Sharon shrank away from him as she felt his stiffened rod probing hopefully at her unprotected vaginal passage.
"Please, Jim ... please, no ... I don't think I could stand any more ... I ... I feel like I've just screwed half the city of Salt Lake. It would kill me to have you fucking around in me now."
He backed his threatening hardness away from her tender, cock-ravaged young pussy, and lowered his lips to the ripely bulging mounds of her breasts, sucking her hard nipple between his teeth. As his tongue teasingly rolled the hardened bud around in his mouth, he felt a shuddering chill race through her naked body from her firm, swelling breasts down to her curled under toes.
"Baby, don't worry about a thing. I've got a little surprise for you in my bag of tricks here. We can still have a little fun," he said. His dark hair graced his forehead as he fumbled through his knapsack. "Shit, where the hell is it?" he mumbled to himself.
Sharon's lips were trembling as he continued to nibble deliciously on her hotly pulsing nipples.
"I don't understand. What're you talking abut?"
"You'll soon see, baby," he replied softly, slipping his hand between her soft, yielding thighs and caressing the lips.
Without hesitation, her legs parted wide as his fingers made electric contact with the sensitive, fleshy mouth. He parted the soft, fleecy curls and found the shivering, delicate bud of her clitoris, hidden deep between the warm soft walls.
He felt her whole body shudder as his thumb and forefinger clasped the tiny jewel and twisted it gently, rolling the sensitive flesh back and forth as it quickly hardened under his touch. Already she was moaning incessantly.
"Easy now, baby ... Don't be so eager. I just told you I had something special for you. Hold tight a minute and you won't regret it ... I promise you."
"Hurry back, please hurry ... please," the speed was claiming another. victim.
He finally found his jewel in the bottom of his bag and looking over at Sharon laughed at the sight of the naked girl pumping her legs slowly and rhythmically, first one, then the other in an easy, steady pedalling motion as she lay sprawled in the glowing moonlight of the silent night pierced by the screech of tires and blaring music.
"Hurry, Jim, Hurry."
In a second he was back on the mattress and settled back cozily alongside her, his rigid cock lightly brushing her belly as she lay on her back on the soft mattress, covered with an Indian bedspread.
"This might be a little new to you, I don't know ... or maybe they're teaching new methods in college these days," he said. "Anyway, just keep those pretty blue eyes shut, and ride with me, you dig?"
Sharon nodded.
"Okay ... but don't hurt me. I'm awful sore."
Her smooth thighs parted like silk as his hand eased back into her warm moist furrow, and he felt her shiver again as his fingers touched the sensitive little titty of her clitoris.
He looked down at her, revelling in the sight of her magnificent loveliness. She looked even more beautiful than at the party; her skin soft and warm in the delicate glow of the half-moon light, her breasts rising like two soft peaks, capped with the jewel-like tips of her pink nipples.
His middle finger slipped for a moment into the wetness of her warm, tender pussy walls; and thus moistened with her own juices, he explored the deep fleshy ridges of her open vaginal crevice, teasingly prodding the throbbing bulb of her clitoris as her legs opened wide with eagerness.
With his own hand, he picked up the long tubular object from beside him on the floor. It was one of Dan's favorite toys: one guaranteed to crack the ice even with the most hopelessly frigid women. Not that Sharon could be thrown in that category; in her case it would just be another special thrill, something she would always remember him for and Salt Lake City, too.
With two fingers he parted the soft, moist lips of her warm inviting young pussy slit, and opened up the tempting bud of her clitoris, rising penis-like from the fleshy crevice, and pulsing with anticipation.
He stroke the hardened bud of flesh a few more times, then turned a switch on the bottom of his plastic device and touched it quickly to her sensitive clit.
A spasm of excitement convulsed through her naked body as the vibrating contrivance stung her unprotected flesh like a hornet.
"Ooooh God! What are you doing?" She lifted her head up with a start, but Jim pushed it gently but firmly back onto the warm mattress. At the same moment, Sharon could feel the van slowly braking to a halt.
"What's going on?"
"I gotta go score some beer from this guy who lives about a mile off the road back there in the hills," answered Dan from the driver's seat. "Nancy, you want to come along?"
She lifted her tired eves to the dark-haired man beside her.
"No, I'll stay here and get a little rest." Cognizant of her sister's activities in the back seat, she said, "I'll pull my sleeping bag out and get an hour's rest while you're gone. Tired from driving all day."
Magically, a sleeping bag was hurled over the bucket seat and landed in Nancy's lap, still rolled up.
"I'll be outside, you two, if you need me for anything," announced Nancy without turning her head.
Quivering with excitement, Sharon thought they'd never get back to her surprise, and sensing her impatience, Jim tenderly stroked the hair from her eyes, and closed her quivering eyelids. Almost as an afterthought he gave her a quick wet kiss on the jutting peak of her right breast.
"Keep your eyes closed," he muttered. "Imagine you've found yourself a big stud - a protestant stud," he laughed, "for the night. Think about his hard cock parting the walls of your pussy ... Think about that huge cock buried way up in that sweet little belly of yours."
Sharon tried to relax, but the anticipation was more than she could stand; she trembled like a frightened child as she heard him switch the vibrator on once more.
But this time she didn't fight it - only a quick chill of a shiver as the buzzing tip of the instrument made contact. With the apprehension out of the way, she slowly began to realize that it felt incredibly good. First just the palpitating nipple of her clitoris; but then, the weird prickling sensation began to spread. Like a brush fire, the tingling excitement had spread to all of her quaking loins, and she found herself drawn to the fantastic device like a magnet. Her hips were arched off the mattress, shoved up at the pleasure-giving instrument, her legs spread wide as she opened up all of her wetly quivering vaginal furrow to Jim and his amazing gadget.
"Oh ... Oh, yes! That's nice, really nice!"
Her response was no surprise to Jim; Dan had used this very vibrator many times during parties and he swore by its success. And from the looks of her passion-contorted face, it was working on Sharon too.
Fists tightly clenched, she pounded frantically on the mattress, her back arched sharply as she ground her cunt shamelessly up toward the delicious hum of the penis-shaped vibrator.
"Oh, Jim! It's fantastic!" she cried. "Don't stop fucking me with it!"
He delighted in seeing her this way; she was completely out of control, and totally at his mercy. If he were to shut off the vibrator, she would be licking his balls for more. But he wouldn't do that - at least not this time. Besides, he planned to get some more of that sweet, tight pussy of hers ... even if she was still a little tender from the loss of her virginity.
He couldn't hold back a wide grin as he looked at her hot little cunt humped high up off the mattress, her arms flailing the mattress on either side of her trembling body. Her warmly responding vaginal juices were beginning to flow down over his hand, and he could almost feel the surging heat building inside her. It would only be a few seconds now ...
As her young body began to quake steadily, in a hard grinding rhythm, he shoved his finger into the tightly puckered opening of her anus. He could tell it had been used already this night, for it somehow didn't feel as constrictive as it should have - stretched wide by a succession of gently worming middle fingers of her men and women while she was being fucked half out of her skull.
Yeah, you hot little cunt - if it's satisfaction you want, I'll give it to you! I'll fuck it to you like you've never had it fucked to you before!
Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet and she shoved her nakedly grinding genitals as hard as she could up against the vibrating shaft, rivulets of sweat pouring down her legs and trickling from her thighs.
"Oh, God, yes ... Don't stop now! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
As the words left her tightly clenched lips, her hips snapped upward and Jim could feel the soft, fleshy walls of her pussy open wide, clutching, clasping for something ... anything to fill the burning need deep inside her. At that precise instant, as she began to moan loudly from the welling, overpowering orgasm rocking her naked body, he wormed another stiffened finger up into the forbidden channel of her rectum, spreading the rubbery little passage still wider apart.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh ... !!!!!"
He held the buzzing shaft to her incredibly sensitive clitoris still, mercilessly robbing her of even a moment to catch her gasping breath.
"Oh, fuck me now, fuck me please!"
Grinning broadly, he crawled up between her nakedly jerking thighs without removing his fingers from her rectum and unhesitatingly rammed his thick, rigid prick into the hotly waiting depths of her warmly clasping cunt passage, cutting through the delicately flooded walls like a sharp sword, until his pelvis smacked against the upturned plane of her wet hungry crotch.
"Yes, like that! Fuck me hard with your big cock, hard! It'll never hurt me again to be fucked like this!!!"
Chapter 5
"Guess it's only proper," said Sharon between snorts of crystal speed, "that we get to know each other a little better."
The speed had definitely taken control of her consciousness now and in her desire to talk about anything ... everything, she spilled secret after secret revealing dark hidden desires and needs never before expressed to such intently listening ears.
In her speed madness she talked of her engagement, why it was broken off, how she and her twin sister had shared a closeness few twins ever realized in their competition for parental affection, and how she now realized what a curse it was being a preacher's daughter ... singing in choirs, always expected to be chairman of this committee, secretary of that. What a bore, she insisted, what a dull, stupid bore her life had been up to this point.
"Where are you two headed from here?"
Sharon sighed.
"More family crap. Have to go visit my dull, dull, dull brother."
Jim was a patient listener, but enough was enough. He wanted some action!
"Hey, what you say we treat your sister to a little happiness, huh?"
He hugged Sharon close, reassuring her of his affection.
And like a couple of kids, they quietly sneaked out of the van and in the moonlight of the fresh open skies, searched for where Nancy had laid her sleeping bag.
"Got it?" Sharon whispered in Jim's ear as they peeked around the back of the van searching for the dark dot that would lead them to new games.
"Right here," said Jim, holding up the lewd looking banana-shaped reflecting light under the moonlight.
Spying the sleeping bag in the underbrush, they whispered their plans between giggles. Quietly now, Jim gently eased the zipper of the half-closed sleeping bag down while Sharon removed her sister's soft silken panties.
Jim switched the plastic shaft on, muffling the whirring sound with his hand around the instrument. Sharon eased the girl's legs apart in a widespread V, and he slipped the penis-shaped tip of the vibrator into the pink fleshy lips of her dormant pussy. She snapped like she'd been jolted with a hundred volts of electricity as the buzzing plastic head found its mark.
"What ... what's happening ... what's going on?" She was nearly awake now, her eyes suddenly wide with fear and surprise. "What're you doing?"
Sharon smiled warmly.
"Take it easy. It tried to wake you up, but you were too far gone." She pushed her shoulders back onto the ground and whispered reassuringly into her twin sister's ear. "You're in for a real treat ... Don't worry, he's already tried it out on me and it's still all slippery from my cum. Just loosen up ... you'll love it."
"If I'm in for a treat, I want to know what I'm being treated with."
Compliantly, Jim held up the penis-shaped vibrator for her to see, thinking, shit! Now the fun's gone.
"Hey! Far out! A vibrator." And looking up at her two surprised young attackers, said, "God, I love being fucked by vibrators ... used to use them all the time in the dorm back there in Iowa."
"What'd I tell ya? Is she a pro or not?" said Sharon, shaking her head in disbelief.
As with Sharon, the amazing device performed its task admirably, and soon Nancy had kicked the sleeping bag from her half-covered legs and was squirming helplessly about on the ground, her legs spread wide and quivering up in the night air. Her eyes were closed as if she were still asleep, and her fists held two knotted clumps of her tossed off panties and shorts as she wriggled like a tortured insect, unable to escape the agonizingly salacious tingle of the ceaselessly humming cock. It felt like a thousand orgasms at once, but not so brief, rather, it dragged on and on until she felt as though her belly would explode from the sheer ecstasy of those lascivious, shivering sensations coursing through her helpless body.
But Jim had other plans for this one.
As she began to arch eagerly toward the source of her wild delight, he suddenly switched it off. Nancy collapsed to the ground as if all the life had been drained from her naked body. Sharon looked on in amazement, unable to comprehend why he would bring her so agonizingly close, and then just leave her like this ... and to her twin sister?
"Nooooooo! Nooooo, please ... don't stop," moaned Nancy, still squirming through the delicious prodding of her loins had stopped. Sharon started to speak but Jim quickly held a finger to her lips.
He pushed Sharon aside, and tossed one leg over Nancy's hungrily writhing body, kneeling over her with one knee on either side of her breasts, still partially concealed under the thin filmy material of her blouse. She wore nothing else.
"Did you like that, Nancy?" he asked her tauntingly.
"You'd like a little more, wouldn't you? You'd like me to fuck you more with it and make you keep cumming, isn't that right?"
Nancy seemed more asleep than awake now, but she managed to reply, "Yes, please, yes."
Jim slid forward, dangling his half-inflated penis at the confused girl's lips.
"You'll get it, all you want ... But first you've got to do something for me. What d'ya say?"
He turned to Sharon and waited for some glimmer of response from her before going on. She smiled her approval, and he knew Nancy was his.
He lifted his desire-hardened prick and placed the blood-red tip on the girl's tightly closed lips. She started to turn her face away, but he grabbed her head on either side with his hands and held it securely in place.
"It's right here, Nancy ... just open your mouth like a good preacher's daughter."
She shook her head slowly, fighting herself, her lips tightly closed; but his tight, insisting grip on her hair soon changed her mind. A little at first, then more, she allowed the smooth fleshy shaft to slide over her lower lip and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. It was strangely sweet, with a taste that wasn't familiar. He pushed his wet, matted pelvis right up against her nose, until the tip of his long cock pressed heavily against the back of her throat.
He lifted her head slightly and placed another pillow behindit, raising her perfectly into place.
Hardening quickly as it passed over her tongue, his cock soon filled her mouth, and she hollowed her cheek to accommodate its length. With slow deliberate movements he began to ease the still wetly glistening shaft from Sharon's cunt juices in and out of her ovalled lips, which clasped tightly the swollen shaft as it pulled out until only the tip remained inside.
Sharon and Jim watched eagerly, his cock growing longer and longer as it slid in and out; the moist gleaming staff throbbing into hardness again as it slithered through the round opening of her wet, warm lips. Sharon almost envied her twin sister - she could nearly taste his excitedly seeping penis head as she imagined it fucking wetly up between her own roundly ovalled lips. She could practically feel its hardness sliding over her tongue as she nibbled greedily at its lustfully throbbing tip.
Somehow, a low, nearly inaudible moan managed to slip around the damming member crammed into Nancy's tender throat passage, and she gagged as the rigid shaft burrowed down into the delicate channel. He eased it back only enough for her to regain her breath, then shoved it back down the relaxed tunnel of her mouth until his loins ground hard against her face, rubbing her nose in the pungent brushiness of her pelvis.
Suddenly Sharon lit up with an idea, and she crawled over her sister's squirming form to find the vibrator now laying in the underbrush. As Jim knelt over her, her breasts smashed under the back of her thighs, Sharon spread her sister's unresisting legs apart and flipped the pleasure-giving device back on.
Jim felt the girl's jaw tighten around his stiffened prick as Sharon touched the buzzing spear to her sister's tender moist crevice. She teased it around up between the soft, pink flehsy ridges until she found the throbbing nodule of her sister's clitoris. Positioning it with her fingers, she held the tingling instrument tight against the sensitively throbbing little bud, sending chills of savage excitement racing along her spine. Her legs suddenly spread wide apart and her hips began to grind rhythmically as the hotly vibrating shaft took her racing through the skies, fanning the coals of desire in her young belly until they raged out of control.
"Mmmmmmmm ... " She managed a murmuring sigh out around the huge cock between her hungry lips. Jim sensed her new arousal and began to pump his hips faster, burying her aching length of his prick deeper each time in her wide-stretched lips. It hurt each time it bent, but he didn't ease the relentless plunder of her throat for even a second.
"Suck it!" he ordered, "Get that hot little tongue working!"
Nancy obediently began to swirl her tongue around in the liquid of her saliva, licking the inflated tip as it passed over her tongue, gulping down the pungent male juices as her mouth quickly filled.
Her slowly grinding hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, faster and faster as the buzzing vibrator made her whole body tingle with wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.
Sharon held the whirring shaft hard against her twin sister's warm wet vaginal slit, sliding it back and forth teasingly over the tip of her throbbing clitoris as she hunched her back off the ground, bouncing Jim like a rider on a steer as he knelt over her naked breasts. He pushed the crumpled blouse up to her shoulder so he could feel the jutting tips of her tender nipples brushing against the furrow of his buttocks. His soft, overfilled balls slapped rhythmically down against her chin as he rammed his prick to the hilt in her throat passage, the strong muscles of her gullet clutching like tiny fingers around the swollen bulbous head of his hardened penis as it fucked in and out of her roundly pursed lips. The seething liquid in his balls boiled furiously as it fought to burst free in a raging torrent, but he held it back a little longer, clenching the muscles of his naked buttocks as he dammed the threatening flood as best he could.
"She's almost there ... almost there ... Jim! Hold it back, Jim! She's almost there!"
Sharon's hand was suddenly drenched as the girl's orgasmic juices emptied copiously from her hotly quivering vaginal passage, streaming down the cheeks of her buttocks and along the damp crevice of her ass.
"Now, Jim ... now!"
Sharon reached around his thighs and squeezed the sperm-filled bulge of his swollen balls and they exploded in a burst of sticky warm liquid that spurted into her wildly sucking sister's throat in a choking, viscous flood. She swallowed again and again and again ... until every delicious drop of the liquid was in her belly, and Sharon squeezed his emptied balls until all of his aching load had gushed its way, hose-like, along the full glistening length of his throbbing penis and deep into the girl's eagerly gulping throat.
Nancy's mouth opened wide and the rubbery organ slithered wetly from her lips. He raised himself from her naked body as Sharon held the buzzing shaft hard against her pulsing clitoris.
She gasped for breath and then with a last orgiastic shriek fell back on the ground, her entire body trembling and her sister pulled the vibrator away from the still hotly quivering little titty.
Jim leaned over and kissed her gently on both her naked breasts, and spread the sleeping bag over her. He turned to Sharon, kneeling at the edge of the sleeping bag.
"I think she's had enough for now. What ya say we go back in the van. This mountain air blowin' on my ass is kinda cold."
Sharon's blue eyes sparkled but she didn't answer as she lowered her face to his loins and crammed the soft, pliable length of his dormant cock into her hungry, impatient lips.
He rocked back on his elbows as his cock began to slowly stir once more, and Sharon greedily licked away the sticky moistness still remaining on the fleshy head. It looked as though the night was still far from being over.
Chapter 6
"Hey, where is everybody?" Dan's husky voice boomed, cutting the stillness of the starlit night.
No answer.
"What the fuck's going on here?" He approached the van now, two six-packs under each sinewy arm.
Looks like everybody's crashed and left me alone to drink these goddamned six-packs that I walked two fucking miles to get, he thought angrily.
Hey?"
Again no answer.
Then his eyes fell on the dark blue dot in the underbrush about twenty feet away from where he had parked the blue Volkswagen bus. Carefully, he slithered his way through the prickly bushes and knelt down beside the sleeping curly head and gently shaking her soft shoulder whispered, "Nancy, hey Nancy. You awake?"
"Huh?" Rolling over in the crumpled mass of the blue down bag, she slowly opened her eyes and stretched a lithe arm to touch the cheek of the dark-haired mechanic kneeling over her.
"Where'd everybody go?" he repeated for the third time, this time demanding an answer. Then he shook her hard.
"What are you doing to her? Yeah, yeah ... Sharon and Jim are over there in the bushes, I don't know ... look."
She fell asleep again as soundly as when he'd found her.
Impatiently, Dan cupped his mouth with his hands and boomed, "Come on you guys, we're leaving!"
Just as Dan expected, two naked bodies came storming through the darkness, their sleeping bag trailing behind, now and then getting caught on the prickly bushes.
"We're coming! Don't leave without us!"
* * *
They drove off, taking the familiar route that had brought them to this secluded spot hours before. With Nancy's head in his lap and Sharon and Jim sound asleep in the back, Dan popped open beer after beer and in long lingering swallows emptied a full six-pack in a couple of hours. Still angry with them for crashing on him after his long lonely walk to get the beer, he drove silently and aimlessly, with no idea of where he was headed.
A sudden stirring in the back of the van alerted Dan to the fact that he was not the only one awake.
" 'bout time I had some company," he said half-jokingly, but his close friend recognized Dan's impudent remark.
"Sharon back here is out cold. How 'bout Nancy?"
"Her too. Want a beer?" offered Dan, warming to his friend. "Christ, what have you two been up to while I was gone? Sharon looked like she'd been raped by a wild stud stallion when she came bursting through them bushes."
"Just a little ticklin'," snickered Jim, reaching for the cold beer next to Nancy's limp and unconscious body.
"I could use a little ticklin' myself." He slowed, acknowledging a sign reading, "Good Night Motel - $8". Checking his watch, Dan moaned, "God, it's almost five o'clock in the morning and I ain't had my last piece for the night."
"Don't expect anything out of these chicks," warned Jim. "They damn near wore me out. 'Specially this Sharon. She's one hot number for a preacher's daughter."
"What ya say we pull into this cheap motel and see what action we can get going."
"Sounds good to me!"
Minutes later, after nearly flattening the door with his thunderous knocks, bringing a hunched over old man shabbily dressed in a gray flannel, calf-length night shirt ripped up the side exposing a bony hip and knee-high wool socks sloppily falling down his bowed legs, they were checked into the motel and handed a key to Room 11 by the grumpy owner, still angry at being awakened by 'some goddamned hippies' in the middle of the night.
"Whew! Thought that old man was going to punch us out," laughed Jim, carrying the naked body of Sharon through the door of Room 11.
"Kinda like a honeymoon, ain't it?" Dan adjusted the weight of the sleeping Nancy in his arms and, pulling back the covers of the bed, carefully laid her between the cool clammy sheets.
Plopping his tall frame into the nearest chair, he sighed deeply, playing with the loose threads of the worn patch on the overstuffed chair.
"Not really tired yet. In fact I could go for a bit more of that crystal. Good stuff ... not laced too much."
Taking his cue, Jim fumbled through his knapsack until his hand discovered the familiar round smoothness of the glass vial.
"Got a mirror or something for me to chop this on?"
"No, but maybe there's something in one of these drawers," he said, turning to the scratched chest of drawers to the right of him.
With one stout finger he prodded open the badly gouged drawer, the knob having fallen off years prior, judging from its scarred wood, and laughing with deep heaves of his broad chest, pulled out a Book of the Mormons.
"These fuckin' Mormons think of everything!"
"That'll do," agreed Jim, extending his arm for the book. "Maybe it'll give us some inspiration," he said, his knife busily chop, chop, chopping up the tiny pearls of white powder and forming it into four slender lines.
After a deep snort, he handed it to his friend sitting laxly in the tattered chair, his long, Levi-clad legs stretched out before him.
"I could use some inspiration. Damn! I wish them chicks wasn't out cold. I sure could use a piece of ass." He wiggled his nose from the pleasantly stinging sensation of the crystal on his tender sinus membranes. "How 'bout you?"
"Yeah. This speed sure gets the balls rolling, no doubt 'bout that."
After another round of crystal, Dan rose to his feet and headed for the bathroom where, running the water over his middle and index fingers, he tilted his head backward and with a heavy snort, sighed as the droplets of soothing water sent the tiny leftover crumbs of crystal soaring to his brain. Then, turning on the rusty faucet which, despite its "hot" label, sent only cold water spewing from its age-old rattling pipes, he lowered his head to the dirty sink stained from the hard mineral water of the Utah mountains, and splashed his face with the slapping cold water.
"Ahhhh," it felt so good.
He left his head level with the mirror on the medicine cabinet and stared into his huge, unnaturally large pupils.
Christ! I'm loaded, he acknowledged privately.
He was about to lift the cracked over on the toilet stool when he spied a suspicious looking crack in the wall - a hole which, if his drugged judgment was not deceiving him, had been painfully bored by some curious hand.
"Hey, Jim!" he said softly so as not to awaken the sleeping sisters, "come here."
Together the two companions took turns peeking through the carefully carved oval of the yellowed bathroom wall.
"What do you say we get a piece of that?" Dan's judgement now blurred by the speed coursing through his body, leaving every ganglion hungry for more input, more action. There on the other side of the wall, just feet away, was a young teenage girl still partially clad in her red cheerleader's sweater with a huge "S" in bold white, kneeling over a smooth-chested young boy.
"Can't be more than twelve, judging from the size of that teeny peeny," chuckled Jim, peeking through the bored hole in the wall.
Dan drew a credit card out of his bulging wallet.
"We can use this for a key. One of the stolen ones we got stuck with, remember?"
"He got off with a full tank of gas and two new tires, that rotten son of a bitch," added Jim.
Stealthily then, in the break of dawn the two drug dazed auto mechanics slipped silently through the door to Room 10 and, cupping their ear to the door of the adjoining room, heard the suspicious sounds of lovemaking punctuated by, "Come on, Guy, wake up." A female voice continued her moaning, "What'd we come here for if you're not going to fuck me?"
"Too fuckin' much," whispered Jim. "Man, she's just begging that little twerp to fuck her!"
"Kinda makes you feel like Superman to the rescue, don't it?" quipped Dan, hungrily cupping his ear to the door.
Carefully wedging the stiff plastic credit card beneath the aging lock, Jim had the door open in one swift movement.
"Help, help, get away from here, what are you doing here ... "
The screams of the terrified high school girl now penetrated the deep unconscious sleep of the two exhausted twins who, hearing the cries for help, quickly dressed.
"We aren't going to hurt you," the dark-haired, muscular Dan repeated unconvincingly. "We just heard them anxious cries of yours for somebody to get that little pussy of yours wet and sloppy."
"Get out of here!" the trembling teenager, now sitting beside the pale-faced young boy, screamed as she pulled the cover up to protect her naked loins.
"We want to see what you got hidden under them covers, missy," said Jim demandingly.
"No, no..."
"Goddamn it, yes!" Jim ripped the covers off the cowering young body beside her mute young friend. "Take off that sweater, honey."
Realizing that her intruders meant business, the nervous girl raised her arms and with provocative slowness, pulled the sweater over her head and hurled it to the floor.
"Look at them tits!" whistled Dan through his tightly clenching jaw, stiff from the effects of the crystal.
Bending over, the rugged twosome explored the soft ripe mounds of her young breasts, focusing on the small pink circles on the peaks of her firm, high titties, and the tiny soft nipples that suddenly hardened as they felt the chill morning air and the cold stare of Dan and Jim.
"Just for that, little girl," said Jim, "you win a prize ... a nice big snort of crystal."
Her eyes widened with enthusiasm at the offer, speed being no stranger to her.
"But first you got to earn it ... "
"Yeah, how?"
"For starters, stand up and let's see that cute little ass of yours."
"But ... but my panties are at the foot of the bed," she purred seductively.
Christ, I'll do anything to get some of that speed, anything! And dumbhead over here couldn't even get it up for me - what a rotten wasted weekend this turned out to be. That dark one is kinda cute.
If she wants to play it this way, all the better, thought Jim.
"Okay, sugar, slip 'em on and come out from under that blanket."
Unable to watch or listen to any more, the young boy whirled away from the lurid scene and buried his face in the pillow. He could feel the slender cheerleader crawling over his back and to her feet beside the bed.
"You like my titties?" she smiled seductively at him, tossing her head back in an effort to get her wildly flowing mane of auburn hair out of her eyes.
Jim and Dan exchanged a knowing glance.
"Wait a second," ordered Dan, raising his arm to stop the action. "Let's get the girls in on this."
"What's going on in there?" a muffled voice was accompanied by a heavy rap on the door.
Jim unlocked the door and let the two sleepy-eyed girls in, carefully closing the door behind them to make certain the owner couldn't spy any suspicious actions.
The cheerleader tried vainly to cover her near-nakedness with her folded arms as the girls stepped through the door, but Jim pulled her hands back to her sides, leaving her uncovered and vulnerable to their lewdly appraising stares.
"I think we need a little more naked cunt around here," ordered Dan, turning to the twins. "Take off your clothes."
"But it's freezing in here," objected Nancy, between chattering teeth.
"Don't worry, honey, little boy blue over there will keep you warm, won't you?" he boomed, and pulled the pillow out from under the trembling boy's head.
Nancy and Sharon, now rested from a few hours of sleep, obligingly stripped down to their panties, piling their clothes at the foot of the bed. Suddenly the young boy was taking an interest in what was going on, and he tried without success to eye the older girl's fully developed, luscious figure without being noticed.
"That better, little boy?" asked Jim.
Embarrassed and flushed with bright red splotches, the boy tried to look away, but Jim's firm hand brought him to his shaky feet in a second.
"Go get a better look! Go on!" He shoved him toward the two girls and he collided head-on with Sharon's large, firm bresats. "I think this little boy wants to feel your titties, Sharon. Don't make the poor little boy unhappy."
Humiliated, the young boy tried once more to get away, but again Jim turned him back, holding him securely against Sharon's bulging breasts as they tauntingly rubbed against his chest. It didn't take long for Sharon to get into the spirit of things herself, aided by the speed that she and Nancy had spied laid out on The Book of the Mormons just waiting to be consumed; and she began to seductively rub her hardened nipples over the boy's reddened face and chest, lifting the heavy fullness of her breasts and teasingly stroking his lips with the jutting tips of her soft tits.
"Hey!" shouted Nancy, "Look who's got a hard-on!"
She doubled the hapless boy's humiliation by pointing at the tell-tale bulge in his underpants, running in an obvious ridge along the inside of his thigh. He couldn't make it go away! No matter how much he tried, it only grew harder.
Sharon's eyes sparkled as she hurriedly yanked the waistband of his cotton jockey undershorts.
"Come on, little man," she purred, "I just wanna see that big hard snake you've got tucked away down there. How 'bout it, just one little peek?"
He tried to avoid looking at her, but it made no difference. She pulled his clenched fists away from his pants, and he reluctantly released his tight grip as Jim tightened his on the boy's arm.
"That's better, these girls are preacher's daughters and they've come to wash away your sins."
The cheerleader giggled loudly at that.
'Bout time somebody gets his cherry; God knows I couldn't even get that dipshit water boy to get a hard-on for me! Wish they'd get on with this. I want some speed!
Sharon pulled his pants down over his narrow frame until they were piled at his feet, and he was left standing in his naked glory ...
The cheerleader looked over and gaped wide-eyed at her boyfriend's young sapling of a cock shooting out like a freshly-hewn arrow from his nearly bare pelvis. A tiny, brushy clump of new pubic hairs clustered around the thin base of his long lean prick.
Shit! I been tryin' all night to get him hard, and all it took was a little force.
She laughed to herself thinking how she'd pulled and prodded, licked and caressed that tiny bud of his most of the night with no results. If it hadn't been for Jerry, her boyfriend who played defensive half-back on their high school football team being out with another girl, she wouldn't have come here with this ninety-pound weakling who, failing football try-outs, settled for the position of water boy.
Sharon dropped to her bare knees on the bare wood floor, and hurriedly slipped the wildly throbbing shaft between her eager hungry lips. This was one cock she was looking forward to sucking; it felt like a piece of fresh virginal meat on her greedily nibbling lips. The boy was quaking like a wind-blown leaf as she gobbled up the full lean length of his member, hollowing her cheeks as the thin shaft bent painfully to fit inside her mouth.
She rolled the pulsing, blood-filled tip around in the warm wetness of her mouth and rocked her head back, beginning the slow, tantalizing rhythm she had in store for the young man. She was insane with desire from the speed ... and she couldn't help herself. But worst off all ... she liked it, she liked it!
But the great plans were quickly laid to rest. As her hard tongue lovingly prodded the tiny, eye-like slit in the swollen tip, he groaned aloud in helpless shame and his young loins suddenly exploded with a magnitude that surprised even Sharon. As if it had been dammed up for sixteen years, the hot seething flood burst from his hairless balls and down the back of her hungry, gulping throat. She sucked it like a candy cane until every warm, sweet drop had drained down her voracious throat passage, and then, and only then, did she let the limp, deflated head fall from her wetly shining lips.
The cheerleader was seemingly unaware that anyone might be watching her eagerly soaking up the delightfully forbidden scene unfolding in front of her eyes. She didn't really care who might see her eyeing her boyfriend's long, hard cock as it pumped its white, sticky young cum into the naked girl's hotly clasping lips. Her eyes were wide with child-like excitement.
So enraptured was she by the lust-inciting sight, that she failed to notice Dan unzip his pants just a few inches away from her; nor did she see him pull the rubbery penis out of the opening in his pants.
"Now it's your turn, little girl."
Placing one small hand on her bare hip, she salaciously stuck the tiny pink bud of her tongue between her teeth and swaying from side to side, said, "I'm a cherry, does that turn you on, mister?" And then to torment him futher, "Here," she said helpfully, taking his hand and guiding it between the V of her nylon smooth panty crotch, "Feel me, feel how hot I am ... for you!"
"First, little honey, you're going to eat me like Sharon did your boyfriend."
"No!" she protested, obviously accustomed to having her own way, "you'll have to fuck me first. It doesn't seem right that a virgin suck a guy's cock!"
"We'll just see about that," snarled Dan.
Without so much as another word, he grabbed her long auburn hair and twisted it into two excruciatingly painful grips between his strong fingers. Her mouth opened as she tried to protest, but he quickly plugged the opening with his thick, fleshy organ, cramming it between her ovalled lips until it banged against the tender protesting moisture of her tonsils. She immediately gagged on the bulky bulb, and tried to squirm away, but he held her forcefully positioned like an auburn, furry ball rammed onto the tip of his prick, and viciously shoved his stiffening rod down the virginal channel of her clasping throat.
His bulky cock hardened within seconds until it stood out ramrod-straight and hard from his abdomen, and he eased back not at all as she choked again and again on its stiff length.
"You'd better relax those throat muscles honey, or I'll fuck it right out the back of your head! Don't fight it ... just suck it, sweet thing, suck it!"
In desperation, she tried to do as he had said, and soon she found the gagging pain had at least partially subsided, and as she relaxed the stretched muscles of her throat passage as if trying to swallow the head of his cock, the deep plundering thrusts became nearly bearable.
God, how nice and big this guy's cock is compared to that puny little waterboy I wasted my time with last night!
She had to fight the urge to choke or gag, for she knew this was the only way to keep her throat passage from being stretched assunder. It felt like warm marble as it glided over her moist tongue, its full rock-hard length bending as it angled down over her young throat, accustomed only to light lickings and ticklings -never to anything as mammoth as this deliciously huge cock!
The young boy stood by helplessly, lamely watching his virginal young girlfriend kneeling in an unflinching position at the feet of this total stranger; she seemed almost to be enjoying it as he fucked into her tightly clasping lips in a long, deep thrust that seemed to go on and on incredibly, as inch after inch of his wetly glistening penis disappeared down her quivering throat tunnel. Muffled moans escaped her mouth between the deeply penetrating thrusts of Dan's cock.
"You'll have to do better than that, sugar! Suck it good! Lick it clean!" roared Dan. And then in an aside to Jim, "This little chick is good at head, man ... just a hot little number."
She began to swirl her tiny narrow tongue around the enormously swelled head, and felt it harden even more under her gentle, uneasy touch.
"That's it, baby! Lick it good and clean!"
Jim was right behind the trembling young girl, watching wild-eyed as the delicate, ripening you woman's head bobbed like a cork at his friend's rhythmically pistoning loins. He could see the saliva-gleaming shaft pull nearly free of her wide-stretched lips, pulling the tender inner portion of her lips out with it until the wet, blood-veined rod would quickly slither back into the warm inviting depths of her soft throat passage, and disappear as if swallowed up and gulped greedily down into her waiting young belly.
"Oh, fuck it! I can't stand this any longer," said Jim, yanking at his trousers.
He nearly lost his balance as he stood on one foot to pull the leg from his other foot. But in a few short seconds, he was naked from the waist down, and his aching pole jutted out like a boom of a sailing ship, swinging before him as he stood there stripped in front of the young boy and the two girls.
The boy made a half-hearted start toward his girl, but this time was persuaded, rather than forced, to back down. Nancy grasped his youthful genitals tenderly and pulled them toward her flat, bare belly, rubbing the sensitive tip of his small cock against her own naked flesh until it was hard once more. She backed carefully toward the brown battered sofa, and pulled the unresisting young man onto her as she sprawled invitingly onto the mismatched pink cushions, her uncovered cunt already moist and fully opened to his approach. As his firm, taut body collapsed on hers, she skillfully guided his pulsing young cock into the eagerly clutching grasp of her hungrily opened pussy, sucking him in like quicksand as his long, thin shaft burrowed deep into her belly.
Jim dropped to his knees behind the young girl; she failed to hear him coming as she sucked obediently and hungrily on Dan's hardened penis. He lifted her bodily onto all fours, and Jim obligingly sank to his knees to give his friend unhampered access to the delicious delicacy of the girl's moistly quivering vaginal crevice. She tried to mumble something - to ask them what they were up to now - but Dan answered her with an even deeper, pounding lunge that sunk his cock to the hilt in her throat, crushing her small nose against his hair-covered pelvis.
With his thumbs, Jim spread the soft, yielding mounds of her tiny buttocks, and found the wetness of her warmly inviting cuntal slit. The pink fleshy lips parted easily as he sought the wet puckered flanges of her vagina. His stiffened rod shot up between her. thighs as she knelt before him, as if drawn by some unseen force to the satisfying warmth of her tender virginal passage.
His grotesquely swollen cock-head found what he was searching for, and with a wet, slithering pop, split the remains of her hymen and sank hotly up between the pinkly clasping lips of her tight young cunt.
"Oh, God!" he heard her gasp around Dan's cock in her mouth.
He gave one deep, soul-satisfying moan as his burning organ sank sweetly into the clutching liquid depths of her young pussy. The walls were tight, and they squeezed his thick cock painfully as he burrowed deeper up toward her belly, but they were already wet and pliable and they parted in quivering ripples of flesh as he filledher tightly resisting pussy completely.
Her pitiful groans of fleeting pain around his cock and the sheer visual stimulus of watching his buddy skewering the small, innocent girl from behind were more than Dan could stand. His balls, swollen to aching fullness, quickly drained in a gush of warmly spurting liquid that the cheerleader gulped down avidly, savoring her first delicious taste of life-giving manhood, as spurt after spurt, emptied down her hungrily gulping throat.
She opened her eyes for the first time since he slipped his cock between her lips and caught a quick glance of a confusing tangle of legs and more legs dangling from the sofa. She knew the two twin older girls were over there with her young companion, satisfying him like she had tried in vain to do all night, and a strange masochistic desire to debase herself completely overwhelmed her shamed young mind ... .
I'll show him, that puny little bastard. He couldn't even get hard after all I went through, and now he's lying over there gettin off on those two preacher's daughters. Those aren't the only women here! I'm not the little kid they think I am!
She ground her hips savagely back against Jim's loins as he fucked into her hotly grinding cuntal channel from behind. Dan's now soft, rubbery cock-head sagged from her lips and she gave one last cleansing lick with her tongue as it fell limply between his legs, trailing a strand of his precious fluid from her still roundly ovalled lips. A deep throat moan began to rumble from deep inside her as she began to lose control of the raging hot inferno of animal passion suddenly unleashed in her aching belly and her mouth began to unconsciously spit out the strange but exciting obscenities she had heard coming from across the room where the waterboy and the preacher's daughters fucked, licked and sucked each other into blind ecstasy.
"Fuck me hard ... hard! Split me in half with your big cock! Oh, yes, yes! Hard! Hard!"
She deliberately yelled loudly enough for her friend to hear her and bucked her ass tightly against Jim's sweat-soaked pelvis, grinding her soft buttocks against the matted hair of his loins as she forced his cock deeper and deeper up into her now insatiably devouring young cunt.
She could feel the throbbing head of his swollen shaft deep in her belly; it seemed to be about to rip through her body and blast out the other side. It seemed to grow harder every time she clenched the powerful young muscles of her buttocks, tightening the savage grip she held on his genitals as they squirmed deeper into her virginal, untried depths. His balls smacked wetly against her upturned clitoris on every downward lunge, enhancing her passionate fulfillment even more. Jim gritted his teeth as he fought to hold back his burning, raging flood until she was totally satisfied.
As her taut, hungrily clasping passage suddenly filled with her orgasmic juices, flowing for the first time in her young life, Jim dropped the straining barriers in his scorching loins, and loosened the raging torrent of sperm stored so painfully in his sorely stretched testicles. Again and again he shivered his load into her hotly milking young cunt, holding her tightly with both hands gripping her narrow girlish hips, lifting her completely off the ground as he spewed out the last of his cum into her eager, receptive little belly.
He loosened the grip on her trimly bulging hips and she collapsed on her face on the floor, her whole body heaving uncontrollably as she struggled to fill her emptied lungs with new air.
Jim quickly looked around him, sizing up everyone's location. Sharon was with the young boy on the sofa and Nancy and Dan were probably back in Room 11 snorting more speed.
* * *
Abruptly awakened by shouts and raucous noises coming from the direction of Room 10, Mr. Cox, the owner of the Good Night Motel for the past twenty-six years, jumped out of the warm womb of his bed and pulled on his trousers.
"What are you doing, Fred," demanded his half-snoring, half-awake wife from somewhere beneath her ruffled night cap.
"Somethin's goin' on out there. Knew I shouldn't have let those damned hippies stay the night."
Stealthily, he tip-toed in the direction of the now quieted din, a crowbar in one hand. Shading his view with one age-spotted hand, he stared through the cracked window to see the naked fifteen year old girl lying face down on the bed, either asleep or unconscious. He tried the door, and much to his surprise found it slightly ajar. Tip-toeing ever so quietly and wincing with each creak of the weathered bare floor, he slowly approached the lovely young girl spread out voluptuously on the rumpled bed.
Christ! Must have been one hell of a party here! Just look at that hot little ass. God, ain't seen nothin' like that since Margaret and me got married.
His balls ached with the growing hardness of his aged cock. How long had it been? Twenty years, at least, since he'd last blown the thick sticky semen of his cock into a pussy like that.
I just gotta get me some of that ass though - ain't nothin' like a good fuck in the ass!
Slowly he pulled the torn gray night shirt over his scrawny neck, his tendons sticking out visibly in his excitement, and dropped it to the floor. Next came his trousers that fell in a heap at his feet. Supporting himself now to try to steady his shaking bony knees, he put one hand on the night stand beside the bed. Now completely nude except for the comforting warmth of his wool socks that he wore night and day to help ward off his approaching arthritis, he took his stiffened penis in one hand, smiling with glee at the size it had acquired within the last few minutes and agilely crawled his way onto the bed beside the sleeping, exhausted girl. She'd been up all night and was too tired to join in the fun next door where they all gathered for the crystal she was too tired to snort.
Jesus, what a lovely one she is! That auburn hair falling over her forehead, she looks like an angel.
Waking with a start, the cheerleader could feel someone's wild slavering lips coursing the length and breadth of her smooth hairless buttocks and she wiggled them salaciously back at him as he nibbled into the soft tender flesh of her thighs.
"Back for more, huh?" she moaned with pleasure, thinking it must be that cute dark-haired one with the huge cock that made her suck him dry. "Thought you might change your mind," her voice muffled through the pillow jammed beneath her head.
There was no answer except for two hands that went to work as well, drawing her trembling young ass cheeks painfully apart and shooting his long thick tongue down into the vulnerably spread crevice of her tiny exposed rectum. Her anus hurt as he pushed and pulled on her, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider to his hotly flicking tongue-tip with an outward pressure of his thumbs.
Then the young cheerleader could feel her thighs being nudged further apart. God! What was he doing down there? She tried to jump to her feet or at least roll over to try to coax her aggressor that perhaps a straight fuck in her wet pussy would be more satisfying. But strong hands held her firmly clasped to the bed.
She resisted by trying to clench her buttock cheeks together and hold him out by contracting her inner anal muscles as hard as she could. Then she heard an unfamiliar throaty voice, "Open your snooty little ass or I'll ram this crowbar up your cunt!"
"Who ... who are you?" she begged to know who this strange body was holding her captive. "Please ... who are you?"
"What does it matter? Just open your ass!"
She relaxed the muscles in her thighs and let the old man draw her legs further and further apart.
Now there was a middle finger working hungrily at her anus and the cheerleader tried to relax her back passage as much as possible to minimize the discomfort, groaning as she felt the stranger's finger sink into her vainly resisting anus as far as the first knuckle.
"Ohhhhh God!" she groaned, and then felt it slithering further up inside until the palm of his huge, meaty hand was pressed flat up against the helplessly trembling cheeks of her naked young buttocks.
"I de ... demand to ... know ... who you ... are," she cried.
She was answered by a sadistically working finger around up inside of her as she lay helpless beneath him, gradually expanding the opening of her tightly clasped, unused little anal channel. Then he slipped a second finger in beside the first and stretching the tight rubbery entrance to her rectal passage as far as it would go.
He could see her squirming with pain and he hoped it would hurt her plenty, the tight-assed little bitch! This was the girl who had laughed at him and mockingly called him 'grandpa' when he asked for proof of identification when that puny-assed little boy she was with plopped down a handful of nickels, dimes and quarters on the reception desk. There was a score to be settled for that, and it was happening right now! He'd make her cum a thousand times for calling him an old man!
He levered himself into position behind her, his knees between her outstretched legs, pulling the futilely resisting cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go without actually hurting the flesh, and fumbling with his heavy cock as he tried to fit the heavy, blood-filled head into the tight elastic entrance of her tight young rectum.
He missed the first time and found his cockhead slipping mistakenly up inside her open cunt that was still wet and slippery from the cum that some other man had pumped into her earlier that night. Sure as hell couldn't be that pip-squeak of a boyfriend! He cursed violently and pulled himself out for another stab.
And this time he was successful! The heavy, lust-hardened tip of his cock popped, with a slight hissing noise, just up inside the tiny, tightly clenched lips of her rectum.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!!!! God!!! No!!!!" she groaned in agony, forgetting in her pain that the crowbar was lying just inches away from her head.
Her buttocks ground downward and away from him with all their strength, but the old man dominated her easily, holding her helpless and face down into the mattress. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk forward of his hips, he broke past the weak defense to her narrow, vainly clenched rectal passage and drove his rock-hard penis deep up into the flaccidly yielding flesh of her bowels.
She moaned out in helpless pain and thrashed helplessly beneath him, flailing her arms and legs out in all directions in a desperate attempt to escape from the searing pain in her asshole. The hurt was worse than anything she had ever known and for a moment it took her breath away as she felt the old man's lust-hardened cock fucking fiercely higher and higher up between her wide held young buttocks until she felt his sperm-laden balls smack heavily down into her naked vagina and he had buried himself in her to the hilt. When he had penetrated her asshole as far as it was possible to go, her spirit broke and she collapsed in the rumpled sheets, impaled to the mattress like a helpless little butterfly in a collector's study.
"Who ... who ... are ... you?" she repeated between gasps.
Feeling that he'd conquered the little bitch, Mr. Cox said mockingly, "This is grandpa, honey. Remember me?"
"Let me go!" she screamed loudly.
But he paid no attention to her cries as he began to grind his tightly squeezed cock deep up into the helplessly trembling depths of her belly harder and deeper than the one before it. He could feel her anus gradually adjusting to his ass-flattening strokes and this excited him even further. As her narrow, tortured little back passage began to expand around his massive penis, the old man started to increase the tempo of his strokes, plunging into her like a madman while she writhed and groaned helplessly in the softness of the sheets.
And suddenly the horrible reality of her position flickered through her mind. She could make him stop only by satisfying him so completely that he would shoot his lewd male sperm up inside of her helplessly filled rectum. Otherwise he would go on fucking in and out of her like a wild beast all day long and the pressure would never end. Besides, what happened to the others? Why weren't they helping her ... and after that good job she'd done on Dan's cock? And the speed they'd promised her ... those sons-of-bitches!
The old man groaned as he felt the young girl's inner anal muscles suddenly contract around his deeply sunk cock with all the power left in her well-fucked body. The pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her anus clutched tightly at his long stabbing instrument like velvet gloved fingers, trying to milk back at his penis and squeeze it completely dry. She began to slowly, sensuously, grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could. Surprisingly, the pain was somewhat diminished now and she found she could move more freely without unbearable pressure.
Fred Cox looked down at her in amazement as her hotly writhing young ass cheeks brought him dangerously close to a climax, studying the pink, hairless little lips of her asshole cling to his long plunging cock on the backstroke and then disappear back up inside again each time he thrust forward. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her now slightly perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her curvaceously naked body.
Fred accepted this unspoken challenge and fucked into her tightly squeezing rectum even harder, but he could find no way to keep that terrible pressure from building up in his aging testicles. He would be cumming up inside her very shortly and he knew it and decided to make the best of it.
I've got him going now! That dirty old bastard! I'll show him what little girls can do!
She could feel his rhythmically fucking cock expanding within her, stretching the sensitive interior walls of her rectum beyond the limits of endurance, but somehow she managed to keep the heat on, fucking her smothly churning ass-cheeks back up at him as if she were possessed by some terrible animalistic fury.
"You little bitch, you hot fucking little bitch," the old man muttered, knowing somehow that she was getting the better of him, cheating him out of his triumph that he'd looked so forward to.
But he could not hold back another instant and she heard a muffled gasp behind her as his enormous throbbing cock burst like the floodgates of a dam and he emptied his sperm-filled balls deep up in the dark, unnatural receptacle of her bowels.
She thought he was never going to stop cumming as wave after wave of the hot, rhythmically gushing fluid stormed out of her wildly jerking balls into the depths of her rectum, overflowing around his heavily ejaculating cock and spewing back out around the edges of the tightly clamped nether ring of her anus.
She collapsed face down on the mattress as he pumped the last of his heated male seed into her battered backside, exhausted and bruised, but somehow not beaten. Slowly, Fred Cox pulled his deflating organ out of her sperm-filled young rectum with a lewd wet sucking sound and lay next to her on the mattress, panting and cursing.
"Well, look who got dessert," laughed Dan, standing in the doorway with Nancy, Sharon, Jim, and the waterboy crowded around the lewd spectacle of the old man's body slumped over the young girl's curvaceous loveliness.
"Yeah, he was too excited to take off his socks!" laughed Sharon.
"What ya say we hit the road," suggested one of the twins.
The cheerleader rose on one shaking elbow.
"No, you don't ... you're not leaving till I get a few snorts off that crystal. You promised! If I've got to fuck a kid and an old man the rest of the night, I'll need it!"
And pushing the red-faced old man off of her naked body, she grabbed a sheet that had fallen to the floor in the debauchery of the moment, wrapped it around her body and ran for Room 11.
Chapter 7
The blue Volkswagen bus was on the road once more, this time headed across the Great Salt Lake Desert for Reno, Nevada where Tom was expecting his twin sisters for a brief visit.
The four took turns now driving and sleeping comfortably in the air conditioned coolness of the van specially purchased by Reverend Becker for the trip that would hopefully reunite the family; the hostility between Tom and his sister, Nancy, was growing to unbearable proportions, even though they saw each other only once a year - at Christmas time.
Dan and Jim snored loudly in the back of the van and Sharon and Nancy occupied the front seats of the blue vehicle, now only a blur of blue as it sped ninety miles an hour down the nearly empty freeway toward Reno.
"If it weren't for Dad insisting on it," Nancy broke the silence, "1'd never stop off to see Tom."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," agreed her twin sister, "I've never really considered him my brother, to tell you the truth." She wriggled up her perky nose. "He's such ... such a ... a creep!"
Nancy turned her gaze from the straight grey stripe of the highway disappearing in a "V" in the distance to her blonde sister, "God, I never knew you felt that way about him, too. I thought it was just my cross to bear!"
"In fact," said Sharon with growing intensity, "Every time I think about that creep sneaking around and ratting on you, it makes me mad. In fact, I'm really fuming right now!" she blurted out feeling a calm release accompany her admissions to feelings of hatred she'd been hiding for the twenty-two years of her existance.
"And those kids of theirs!" laughed Sharon hatefully. "Ugh! Tom tries to make them out to be such goody-goodies, but I read a letter that Tom wrote to Dad asking for advice about Karen. Seems she's been kicked out of high school a couple of times for smoking dope and jerking off senior boys in the men's room stalls."
"John is no prize, either," added Nancy. "Just like his old man, peeking around corners."
"His wife is the one who really gets me. A reformed alcoholic, my ass!" chortled Sharon. "Did you know Tom met her in a brothel outside of Reno? Probably he's had to pay for it all his life."
The twin sisters continued their berations through speed tightened jaws until they hit on a plan that would settle the score with their brother once and for all. Their minds warped from the speed tightening every muscle in their bodies, they went over the plan step by step until it was perfected.
"Dan and Jim are going to love this!" giggled Sharon.
* * *
"Hello? Tom? This is Sharon!"
"Who?"
"Sharon ... your sister," announced the twin, raising her eyes to meet those of her sister's who grimaced at the thought of their brother not even recognizing his sister's name.
Typical, she thought.
"We're in Reno now ... OK ... in about an hour because you're about to eat dinner? ... okay!"
Click.
"What'd he say?"
"Says they haven't eaten dinner yet so we should wait another hour before we show up."
Nancy rested her hands on her hips, her feet wide apart as if to take on anything that crossed her path against her liking.
"That cheap son-of-a-bitch," she snarled. "Not even asking us over for dinner!"
Sharon rested her hand on her sister's arm as if to reassure her that they would get their sweet revenge. About a block away she could see Dan and Jim approaching, a big brown bag under Dan's arm - they walked quickly, in short tell-tale steps so typical of people on speed.
"We got everything," called Jim still twenty feet away. "Who want to be the clown? We got a great clown outfit."
Half and hour later the blue van pulled behind a vacant filling station and all four groped and fumbled through the bag of masks, old clothing and brightly colored make-up. Between rounds of crystal they painted each other's faces, hands, and even feet so that brother Tom could not recognize any likeness between the twins. While Dan and Jim tried on old suits from the Salvation Army along with army boots and ruffled tuxedo shirts.
"Hey, you look great, Sharon," said Nancy applying the last stroke of heavy sky blue eye shadow around her dilated eyes. Examining her image in the rear view mirrow, she dowsed her hair one more time with the baby powder covering her blonde hair.
They were all prepared for the act of vengeance; Jim played the bum, his old tattered suit dragging low in the crotch, a large cigar stuck in his merrily painted face: Nancy's tall slender torso revealed its every crevice and curve in her tight-fitting slinky pink nightgown with a deep plunge showing off her melon-shaped breasts and black seamed stocking held up by safety pins attached to her panties; Dan played the clown, his tall frame extended even higher with the added height of the peaked clown hat, held by a slender elastic string under his chin; and Sharon was a nurse, dressed in white from the white-face Nancy had so artfully applied, to her white tennis shoes 'just in case they have to make a fast get-away.'
"Just one more snort, heh, gang?" Jim pulled out his near empty vial to scrape the last tiny pearls of crystal glistening in the setting sun and chopped it into minute granules.
They repeated their plans for the last time.
"Now remember to keep your mouths shut so he doesn't recognize your voices," warned Dan. "And if you feel it's getting hot, just split. They sure as hell won't stop you."
* * *
Joan Becker was just finishing up the last of the dinner dishes when the door bell rang.
"Why don't you get that," she screamed at her husband now practicing for his Sunday organ recital, "It's probably your bratty sisters, anyway."
"Oh, Christ," sighed Tom, "I forgot they were coming."
Tom's skinny hand reached for the knob of the imitation oak door of their Reno suburban home not yet paid for.
Oh shit, he thought wearily, no I'm going to have to find some entertainment for these little sluts ...
But before he could finish his thought, the door flew open as if on its own volition and four masked characters stepped inside.
"Get your ass into the living room," Tom stepped back, nearly hugging the walnut panelled wall with his back, his arms straight of out from his shoulders as if imitating the plastic crucifix hanging just inches above his balding head.
"Get your wife in here and your snot-noscd kids too!" snapped Jim.
"Joan ... "
No answer.
"I said JOAN!!" he screamed.
Wiping her hands on her faded apron, Joan's red painted lips parted in a gasp at the sight of the four crazy people holding her husband prisoner in his own home.
"I said get your kids out here!" repeated Jim, the speed making him more emotional and insistent than was his normal character.
"John, Karen!" screamed Tom. "Get in here, now!"
A dark-haired gum chewing teenage girl boldly dressed in a black 'wet look' bikini slithered into the entrance way.
"God, who are the hippies, Dad?"
"Shut your mouth!" her father ordered, "Can't you see they mean business?"
"1 think it's kinda neat myself," she cracked her gum loudly knowing that this time her father would not dare berate her for bad manners.
"Where's your brother?" demanded Joan, visibly trembling with fright.
"How the hell should I know?" quipped Karen. "Probably up in his room playing with himself again."
"Karen!" snapped her mother, "how dare you talk like that in front of your parents?"
Boy, this family is crazier than I thought! Sharon giggled to herself.
"What ... what do you want?" asked Tom weakly. "Who are you masked people anyway?"
"You been watchin' too much television, mister," snarled Dan, "Now all of you ... get into the living room."
He brandished a knife in the air, still caked with bits of crystal granules.
Obediently, the Becker family filed into the living room where John sat calmly watching television.
"What do you want in the living room? We have no silver, no money here ... we're not rich people. If it's money you want, why don't you go to Las Vegas?" Tom's brazen blonde wife croaked through a throat obviously accustomed to scorching itself on two packs of cigarettes a day.
Dan tweaked his rubber nose, filling the silence with an obscene toot.
"Why don't you all have a seat. Yes, line yourselves up, folks, for a great performance. And best of all," he waved his arms in a wide circle, "you are all part of it." Jim tittered, taking a deep puff of his cheap cigar and, forgetting it wasn't a cigarette, choked and coughed bringing tears to his eyes. "Get ... get ... " he couldn't catch his breath.
"Get that man a glass of water, you little whore!" Dan boomed in the direction of Joan.
No one stirred.
"I said get him some water!"
Slowly Joan rose to her feet and, giving her daughter a reassuring pat on her bare knee, walked stealthily to the kitchen.
Motioning with a ruffled arm, Dan pointed to the kitchen area and obediently the twin sisters walked in the direction of his pointed finger.
"Rope. Get some rope."
Joan had her back turned, busily rummaging through her silverware drawer when the sisters quietly walked through the kitchen door. Immediately spying their sister-in-law's suspicious behavior, the girls nodded to one another and quietly sneaking up behind the slender figure, grabbed her from behind. With a scream, Joan dropped the butcher knife on the floor, barely grazing her own bare foot, its blade stuck firmly in the linoleum floor.
"Jim, get in there and see what's going on!"
Still choking and gasping, Jim appeared back in the kitchen door a few moments later, a rumpled looking blonde with one button missing from her dress at a most strategic point, stumbling before him.
"What you want me to do with this one?"
"She's one hell of a fighter!" snarled Jim. tightening his grip.
Tom rose to his feet, his face livid with anger.
"How dare you treat my loving wife this way?"
The twins giggled in the kitchen, still searching for rope.
"He's a bigger asshole than I remembered," whispered Nancy in her sister's ear.
"Tie up this one first," ordered Dan, pointing his knife in the direction of Tom.
"No, no!" Tom grabbed his teenage daughter around the neck, cowering low on the blue plaid sofa.
"Dad! Quit being such a creep!" she unclasped his arm from around her thin neck.
"Tie John and the honorable Mr. Becker back to back," ordered Dan.
Wasting to time, Jim threw the dishevelled mother into the nearest chair where she landed with gasp of shock, and turning his attention to the father who sat cowardly clutching a sofa pillow in one hand and the arm of the sofa in the other, pulled the recalcitrant church organist off the couch and threw him on the floor.
"No, no, please have mercy!" the sobbing man looked up at his aggressor from his subservient position on his knees, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.
John spoke for the first time that evening from his position on the living room carpet where he sat attentively watching television.
"For Christ sakes, John, turn that off!" blared Joan Becker who sat nursing her bruised arm.
Reluctantly, John rose to his feet, grumbling, and positioned himself on the floor, his back to his weeping father.
"Okay, little miss sweet tits," Dan waved his knife in the direction of the bikini clad teenager.
Calmly, the fifteen-year-old girl chomped on her gum in response, staring him coldly in the eye.
Jesus Christ, thought Jim to himself as he fastened the last knot that bound father and son helplessly on the gold carpeted floor, that little Karen is something else! That dark hair falling around her tanned shoulders, and those green eyes! Wonder if the twins were right when they said she was only fifteen? Those breasts, ooohhh!
Karen sat defiantly chewing her gum and refusing to move. Her legs were bare and a delicious sight indeed from her trim chisled ankle to the long elegance of her slightly curving thigh which disappeared under the edge of her brief bikini panties. Her warm gold skin twitched and quivered with excitement as Karen became increasingly aware of Jim's steady stare, and daringly, she returned his attentive glance. Jim was trying to imagine the young girl stark naked, under him on the bed, spreading her legs for a really good fucking. He agreed with Dan that the whorish looking mother would be first, then this ripe young thing for dessert. What a hell of a lot of fun this would turn out to be!
"You two next!" snapped Dan, the speed making him more and more impatient to get on with what they'd come here for.
Taking his cue, Jim pulled his belt one notch tighter to keep the 1930 tweed baggies from slowly slipping to his knees, and reaching for the remains of the rope, motioned for the mother to sit beside Karen on the sofa.
Christ, the mother ain't bad neither, thought Jim. Bet she was one hell of a woman a couple years back before she turned church woman.
At thirty-eight Joan Becker was still svelte and trim as in the hey day of her career. Her matronly breasts protruded proudly from beneath her blue cotton dress, and her nipples shamelessly revealed the large dark dots of his areoles.
"Got one question for ya, mother superior," laughed Jim. "Are you a true blonde?"
Joan blushed as the masked man bent over and raised the hem of her dress to see what she had on beneath. He could feel his prick harden at the sight of her pale blue bikini panties delicately laced with beige trim.
"By God, she really is!"
The twins sat quietly on the huge pillows just feet away from the television set. It had been an exhausting two days with the sweltering heat and endless driving. Nancy shivered from the chill as her body was drained of its warmth by the last powerful snort of speed. She snorted four fat lines this time and she knew nothing short of a keg of beer and a handful of quaaludes would bring her back down. The air conditioning was blowing gently on the back of her neck, the vent being just feet away. The voices were like distance echoes now some sounds miles away and others booming in her ears. Her mind pulsated with visual images that blurred her eyesight and she could feel the cold sweat break out on her clammy forehead. Raising an hand to wipe the perspiration from her brow, her hand fell back in her lap, smeared with black paints from her heavily penciled eyes. A trickle of perspiration found its way down the deep cleavage of her neckline. She raised her head, trying to focus on the craziness about her but all she could make out through her swirling mirages was her brother Tom staring at her nipples peeking out from beneath the slinky fabric of her dress. She tried closing her eyes and shutting off the blinding flashes that zapped past her face, but they were just as visible with
"Christ, what happened to Na... " Dan caught himself just in time. "You!" he pointed to Sharon, "Get her outside for some air!"
With Jim's help, the two of them carried Nancy's limp body outside to the back patio where Sharon was to watch over her sister until it was time to leave.
"Let's get out little show underway. What ya' say?" Jim nodded in agreement.
"Okay, mother, you're first. You and me is going upstairs for a little bim, bam, thank you, mam."
"Not to my wife you don't," sobbed Tom, struggling to get free of his bondage.
"Tom! Do something! You can't let these people break into out house and rape me!" screamed Joan angrily at her cowardly husband.
"Oh, please," begged Tom. "Not my wife!"
Dan raised his ruffled arm as if to strike a blow at Tom.
"My sisters ... you can have my sisters when they come in exchange for my wife!" blurted Tom Becker hopefully. "They're sexy girls ... much prettier than my w ... "
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch! You ... "
Joan picked up a vase and hurled it in the direction of Tom's head, but it fell short crashing on the coffee table in front of Karen who sat fixedly as if this were the normal state of affairs in the Becker residence.
"I'm just trying to ... The twins should be here any minute ... they're coming from Iowa ... " he begged hoarsely.
"Shut up!" screamed Dan. "Not I want you two to shut your fucking mouths and get this show underway. I'm getting real excited about takin' that little woman upstairs."
His dilated pupils studied the blonde housewife from her trim ankles to the gaping neckline of her dress.
"Now what the fuck is he up to?" Jim looked down at Tom Becker, his hands clasped as if in prayer. "Tell me, when's the last time you got off your kneeling pads and into your wife?"
Tom tugged desperately at his bound wrists, but Jim only laughed.
"Just last week," chimed John, "heard 'em in the bedroom. The mattress squeaks like crazy."
"Shut up, John," blurted Karen, "I saw you peekin' at me naked through the bathroom door the other day, you little jerk-off!"
Dan and Jim were nearly doubled up with laughter.
"Boy, this is better than I thought!"
"But we're saving big tits over there for last."
It was the first time that evening Dan had the pleasure of seeing the snooty nosed little bitch squirm. She had looked cold as steel all night until now.
Must be a cherry, he thought.
"Where's the master bedroom? I want the master bedroom for this hot little hussy," roared Dan.
"Upstairs to the right as you reach the top of the stairs," offered John, hopeful that he'd get to see his mother strip down naked and made to spread her legs for one or both of these men. And his hot little sister, Karen, Christ! that would be better yet! He tried to fight the evil thought, but his cock began to stiffen anyway at the prospect.
"You first, Dan. I just might wait for that little school girl."
Boy, thought Jim, it was going to be great getting this squirmy, nervous piece of tail out of those teeny bikinis and into bed. He'd show her the ropes, give her something she'd never had before even the stalls of the boy's dressing room.
Dan turned to Joan Becker.
"Okay, Miss Nevada tits..."
Joan gasped.
"How did you ... " she blushed crimson and diverted her eyes away from Tom's glaring stare.
How could they know that was my call name at the 'Red Light Brothel?'
"Ready to fuck?" Dan said coldly. "Show me the way; I'm anxious to see of you still have your old touch."
Stumbling up the steps with Dan dragging remnants of the rope behind him, the clown and the voluptuous older woman made their way to the pale blue of the master bedroom.
She closed the door behind her and stood waiting, her breasts heaving with the turbulence of her emotions.
"Promise you won't hurt my family," she stammered. "I know Karen's been in some trouble at school, but deep down inside she's a good girl. Why she even attended church choir practice three times last year..."
"Shut up!" Dan kicked off his shoes. "You're not convincing me, somehow, Mrs. Becker. I can tell from the look in the girl's eye that she's sucked off more guys than her mother. Now come on ... I'm anxious to see if the rest of you is as inviting as your tits!"
"No, not Karen. I don't want her to start in with men at her age. That's what happened to me - I was too young ... "
Suddenly realizing the secrets she was divulging in front of a total stranger, she stopped short.
"You're wasting you time. My friend down there is making plans for Karen right now." Motioning with his ruffled arm, he beckoned for her to come closer. "We'll discuss that later. Right now I want you bare-assed naked and ready for a good hard fuck."
His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers. Joan shuddered and then stopped, catching the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head and shoulders. Dan sucked in his breath and his eyes suddenly glazed with desire. In her bra and panties she was every bit as appealing as he'd imagined she would be. His eyes fixed on the round, closely-spaced, proudly high mounds of her tits, whose brownish nipples could be vaguely seen through the white nylon sheerness-of her brassiere. The carnation-pink tint of her soft lovely skin was an added stimulant to iris ever-growing lust, as was the visible thick triangular patch of pubic hair at the crotch of the blue bikini panties.
"Now the bra," he ordered.
Joan reached behing her, unhooked the tight garment and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, bowing her head but not trying to cover the glories of her rapidly swelling breasts. The crinkly circles of her nipples attracted Dan and with both hands, he cupped those lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently. Joan caught her breath and turned her face to one side.
"Come on now. You've got beautiful tits for a woman your age. Haven't changed a bit since your working days."
Joan blushed, but said nothing.
"Now this is no way to treat a man who wants to make love to you. I'm sure you'd enjoy it more if you treated your man her a little nicer."
"No, not Karen," escaped her red painted lips.
"Goddamn it! Would you get that kid of yours off your mind?"
He pulled her half-naked body tight against his, feeling the soft sweet curve of her breasts against his thin clown suit. He grabbed her cheeky buttocks and pressed hard against his rigid prick.
"You feel what I've got for you? I'm gonna fuck you 'til you cream your whole wad, so help me. Now get back on that bed and let's see some of that famous action you used to brag about down at the Red Light."
"Where'd you hear about that?" she shuddered as she sat down slowly on the edge of the bed - the bed she shared nightly with her husband - and pulled down her bikini panties. Her thighs were twitching then as she clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the thinly furred triangle of her vagina.
Dan stepped out of his clown suit, leaving just has undershorts and tee-shirt. Then he sat down beside her, squeezing her titties with both hands, tweaking her hard, brown nipples between his fingers, then crushed his mouth onto hers and forced her onto the bed on her back.
She closed her eyes and thought only of her darling Karen, vowing to submit to whatever sexual acts he might demand from her to, just to save her daughter from falling into the same awful habits as she had acquired that led to her eventual downfall. She remembered shamefully how at Karen's age she used to sneak out of the house to meet her boyfriend late at night, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. Those habits had soon become paid propositions, and at the age of eighteen she was making more money than most private secretaries with four years of business college behind them.
But look at me now? What have I to show the world proudly? What can I show to prove my worth? No, Karen would not experience that horror if she could help it.
His left hand slid down under her belly towards her crotch, and then she uttered a strangled, "Please, oh, please," as he felt his fingers ease inside the quivering, fleshy lips of her pussy. Her legs instinctively clenched together, but Dan insistently worked them back apart with his hand.
"Keep those legs open or Karen's goin' to end up one impaled little pussy," he growled menacingly, "just like her mommie!"
With another shocked gasp, the naked beauty reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs, and parted her legs as Dan, with a satisfied grin, probed the warm, moist secrets of her vaginal orifice with two fingers. She squirmed helplessly as she felt his fingers opening and closing inside her tender secret love-cleft.
He knelt between her legs now, his hardness bobbing between his thighs and he stared down at her fearfully quivering breasts, at the shallow white plane of her belly and then his hands went down once more to the softness of her heaving breasts and he fondled them as he slowly lowered himself until the tip of his cock brushed hotly against the forest of her light-brown pussy hair. Drops of perspiration beaded along her high arching forehead and her eyelids fluttered as she strove to keep her eyes tightly shut to blot out the sight of what was about to happen.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!!" she suddenly jerked, throwing back her head and opening her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigid cock press between the soft yielding lips of her pussy and slip deep up into her open cunt walls.
His fingers tightened on her tits and he suddenly murmured, "Man, you've got a nice tight cunt for a bitch with two kids."
"Please, please don't hurt me ... I ... it's been so long ... "
"Ah ha," laughed Dan. "How long since that organ player husband of yours really reamed your cunt out, baby? I mean, a really good fuck that made your toes curl and you titties all hard and sore."
The naked wife gasped as she twisted her face to the side, her features starkly strained with the anguish and shame of her helplessness.
"With a kid as old as that girl of yours, I'd say you've been married nineteen years. That twit of a husband must have worn himself out years ago. Bet he's rather stale stuff by now, huh?"
Dan gloated over his frightened prey as he clutched her naked, firm buttocks and remained pressed tight against her genital hairs to genital hairs, flattening down the panting globes of her satiny titties, as his cheek pressed firmly to her, he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear.
"Tell me what it's like getting fucked by an organ grinder. He use the handle to fuck you with?"
Feeling her trembling and squirm under him, Dan drew himself out of the soft quivering lips of her elastically closing vagina, then lunged to the balls again in a single vicious thrust that travelled deep up into her bowels as he sank into the hilt inside her. The woman beneath him moaned, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms, as she strove vainly to maintain her self-control in the abysmal lurid degradation of being fucked by a stranger while her family waited downstairs.
"Damn, but you're tight in that little hot-box of yours. You'd think you hadn't been fucked since the honeymoon. Just relax, and you and me'll have a little honeymoon all our own. I'll show you some tricks later your old man never heard of. Where did a lovely woman like you ever meet such a twerp?"
He drew back again and again and fucked her to the hilt, making her jerk convulsively each time and utter a sobbing, pleading, "Oooh, don't hurt me. You're so big! You're too big!" but, she knew only too well it would fill her beautifully, as her betraying little cunt hadn't been fucked in a long time.
"Just go with the flow, honey. I haven't even started yet!"
Joan knew there was no hope for her; she clutched him tight in her arms, hoping it would help, and now his mouth crushed wetly, teasingly against hers, his tongue working insistently between her lips as once more he drew his hips back, savoring the agony of the pent-up lust he felt for this woman, this reformed ex-whore who probably knew more tricks than even he, and was trying desperately to keep from succumbing to her passion.
Well ... we'll see, he thought gleefully, thrusting home with a long, smooth in-fuck that again ground their pubic hairs together in a tangled clump as he fucked up into her again and again.
"Get those pretty legs around me, bitch!" he ordered. "I want to get way up deep in that sweet little cunt of yours."
His hand strongly cupped the soft, bulging curve of her ass, and she gasped in shame. But this time she obeyed; her legs clasped tightly around his back.
"Now you're getting warmed up. Knew all it took was a little practice to get those honey juices squirtin' again. Bet you gave out some fine pieces of tail in your time, huh?" he teased, knowing she couldn't hold back long. "Lets see that ass of yours shake like crazy. I'm gonna ream you out from one end to the other."
He stepped up the tempo of his driving lunges deep into her openly spread cunt, and the naked woman groaned and squirmed as the heated grinding of his ravishing shaft made itself felt deep in her tender depths. Her eyes remained closed, but her nostrils were flaring and shrinking and her lips were trembling perceptibly. Suddenly he slowed his rhythm and tantalizingly drew back until the heavily swollen head of his cock spread the inner clasping lips of her cunt.
Joan managed a soft, whimpering cry. "Ooooohhhhh ... " Her eyes opened to the masked face of a gaily painted clown.
"Beginning to get to you, huh? Just don't hold back, and I'll cream your belly good," he whispered hoarsely.
Then suddenly he thrust himself home to his balls again and Joan's body squirmed and twisted from the growing agony of her rising passion. His virile, powerful thrusts were starting to conquer her, though she had sworn not to succumb to the weakness of the flesh with her captors.
"Please, can't we just get this over with?" she begged futilely, desperately trying not to let the warmth of his cock inside her long-ignored cunt betray her anymore than it already was doing.
Then she looked up at her young captor, and almost laughed aloud. He looked ridiculous with that big red rubber nose brushing against her face with every turn of the head making a lewd toot, toot, and the blue eye makeup circling his dark orbs.
The strangeness of the situation was too much for her and she broke out in a titter.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Could you at least take off your hat if you're going to fuck me silly, like you promised?"
Chapter 8
Dan, slightly embarrased by the bitch's laughter, increased his thrusts with maddening fury.
"I'll bet this is the first time you've been fucked on the side since you reformed, huh, baby?"
He studied her through the narrow slits of his half-closed eyes, her flushed face, tearstained and shamed by her reaction as glistening drops formed on her eye lashes and rolled down her reddened cheeks.
"What's the matter, baby? Can't fight your hot little pussy anymore?"
Streaks of his blue makeup now smeared her face and traces of the red lipstick Nancy smeared around his mouth left blood red marks on the alabaster loveliness of the woman struggling beneath him.
"Just get it over with."
"I wanna know if this is the first time since ... "
"Yes, yes!" she screamed at the tormenting insinuations of her sex life.
Wasn't it enough that she had given up her career at the Red Light long, long ago? Why did everyone have to keep reminding her of her former life as a Reno whore?
"What happened to all that 'save Karen' bullshit. Don't you care what happens to her?" Dan teased, trying to give her an excuse for opening up.
"Oh, no ... Please, you can't hurt her! I'll try ... I'll really try to have a good time. Please ... Oooohhhh, please don't put your finger in there ... ohh!"
He could feel her cunt walls growing wetter around his cock. He had slyly slipped his right forefinger up to the second knuckle into the tight, narrow channel between her deiliciously rounded ass-cheeks and found the tiny puckering circle of her rectum.
"Ever been fucked here?"
"No, no oooh God, no," she lied, groaning in humiliation.
Since her reformation twenty years ago when she'd married Tom she left behind adultery, sodomy, and wild ways of lovemaking. Since then it had been short episodes of caresses to get Tom hard and then the pleasure would be hers for about five short minutes. But never had he fucked her in the rectum like this, never had he sucked her clitoris. Sex was for procreation, he had repeated to her every night before retiring, and they couldn't afford to have any more children so what was the sense in using up all that energy? Why not put it into church work?
"Man, it's even tighter than that juicy cunt of yours. That old man of yours sure doesn't know his job too well ... I'd have your hot little asshole stretched out nice in no time. Tell me the truth now, baby, hasn't your husband ever screwed you there?"
"Oh, please ... please don't talk like that. It's so shameful, so bad, it's not Christian ... please!"
Even as she squirmed and tried vainly to disengage the maddeningly probing finger from her rectum, Dan resumed his deep, fierce coupling with renewed energy. With smooth, long strokes he crammed himself to the walls inside the quickening, vibrantly pulsing pussy sheath of his beautiful naked victim writhing helplessly beneath his deep sunk cock. His left hand still tightly clutched her buttock, squeezing, fondling the trembling flesh, while his forefinger began to move back and forth inside her asshole just as his prick was pistoning hotly up inside her quivering cuntal channel.
Joan stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes open but not seeing, and her arms held him even tighter as her legs joined around his, her bare feet furtively jerking and kicking as his wanton possession of her began to slowly awaken the innermost stirrings she used to feel years ago when she, Miss Nevada Tits, was considered the hottest little piece of cunt in town.
His forefinger was rapidly worming around up inside her wildly quivering rectum, back and forth with the same increasing frequency as his cock deep inside her pussy. Her head snapped from side to side, her lower lips sporting a tiny red bead of blood as she bit painfully into it in a vain final effort to hold back the surging swell of passion in her belly. Her mouth opened and filled the room with her sobbing groans, soulful incoherent cries.
"Oooohhh ... aaaggghhh ... ooohhhhh ... PL-please don't make me like it ... Oooo hhhhhh!!!"
"Come on, baby! Let your hair down for once in your dull life ... I'm getting close ... Wiggle that sweet little tail of yours and I'll hose you out good with my cum!"
Joan Becker couldn't believe what pleasure she had been cheating herself out of for the past twenty years. It had been so long!
His finger was worming past the third knuckle joint in her hotly clasping back passage, and he twisted it like a smaller cock in the smooth, rubbery softness of her asshole, wiggling it teasingly around inside as his cock throbbed out even huger in her suddenly eagerly clasping vaginal sheath, grinding thrust after thrust deep in her womb.
Joan lifted her head from the mattress, her eyes smoked over with passion, her mouth hanging open wordlessly. Suddenly a shattering scream blasted from her lungs.
"Aaaaagggghhh hhhhh!!!"
There was no stopping her now; whimpering and sobbing hysterically, she ground her sharp nails in deep slicing welts right through his thin undershirt, ripping the filmy fabric to shreds as she clawed at his back. She suddenly felt herself thrown head over heels into this horrible, Godless depths of utter depravity and carnal abandon. She grew wild with savage ecstasy as she gouged her nails into his flesh, her legs shifting higher up around his back to clamp him securely to her voraciously grasping loins as she arched up her pelvic plane to meet his now faster plundering fucks, then felt herself nearly faint as a shuddering spasm engulfed her like a warm crashing wave.
His deep, smashing strokes pounded with the last frantic burst of energy left in his tightened loins, and he battered the widely flaring lips of her ecstatically grasping cunt with such savagery that her whole body snaked upward, along the rhythmically squeaking bed with each shattering slam. Then she exploded inside.
Every agonzingly strained muscle in her tortured body suddenly grew slack and she collapsed in a trembling, heaving gasp as his hotly searing cum burst wildly into the voraciously quivering passage of her hungrily milking and exploding cunt.
Slowly, Dan descended the stairs and went back into the living room where the two males sat dolefully silent except for occasional whimperings of "God, please have mercy ... for their sins," from the lowered head of Tom Becker.
Quietly, Karen sat staring at Jim, her eyes all flickering with anticipation.
"All yours," announced Dan, his tee-shirt hanging in shreds from his hairy chest.
"Mom do that?" snickered Karen.
"Your mother is one hell of a wild cat," nodded Dan.
Chapter 9
Before ascending the stairs to start his evening of long-awaited fun, Jim popped his head in the guest room bedroom to check if there was anything the girls needed to help Nancy restore her spirits.
"What a pity," he said softly so as not to arouse suspicion, "you're feeling so lousy just when the fun is starting."
"That's alright," said Sharon wearily, "I'm about ready to crash myself. Good God! don't forget to wake us up!"
And she crawled up beside her snoring sister on the bed.
From the stairway Jim could hear Tom Becker's painfully pleading voice, "Please ... don't hurt her ... please ... God have mercy."
Jim closed the door behind him, and studied the beautiful naked figure of the older woman lying on the bed. She had turned on her stomach exposing the soft, resilient cheeks of her gorgeously curved ass to his eager eyes. Her naked flesh quivered in periodic ripples as she lay sobbing hopelessly into the tear stained pillow case.
She seemed unaware of his presence, for her legs were slightly apart, giving a full, unobstructed view up between her luscious thighs and the wetly matted curls of her pussy hair framed in the junction of her legs.
He unzipped his tweed baggies and began to climb onto the large bed beside her. She rolled over quickly as she felt someone's weight shake the bed.
"Oh, please ... not yet," she begged. "I'm so emotionally drained ... I don't think I could stand another reaming out like that friend of yours just gave me."
Jim answered her pleas with a laugh, "You don't have to worry about a thing, sugar. I'll do all the work this time. All you got to do is spread those good-looking legs of yours and let me get at your sweet pussy ... I'll take care of the rest."
Resigned finally to her fate, Joan obediently spread her thighs wide, opening up the delicious passageway to her warm, moist cunt. Jim could see clearly the wet, pink lips of her vagina, and the slight-spread edges of the hotly inviting tunnel beneath.
"Not that way, honey. Up on your knees!"
She didn't move at first, only stared searchingly into his cold eyes. Unlike the other man, he stood towering before her wearing nothing on his lean, sinewy body.
"Don't tell me you don't know what I mean? I know that organ player husband of yours is pretty limp, but he can't be sacrificing everything in the name of the church. Doesn't he use anything other than the missionary position?"
"I ... I know what you mean," whispered Joan. "I just hoped you would be more gentle than the other man."
"Bitch, you'll find out just how evil I am if you don't turn over and get up on those pretty little knees of yours before I lose my patience."
Joan followed his orders, clutching her tear stained pillow as she knelt in abject humiliation before her youthful master. He backed away a second to get one long, careful look at the tantalizingly glistening little pussy slit framed up between the whitely trembling globes of her buttocks. Her flesh was still wet from Dan cumming in her and her own orgasm, and a wet, white trail of semen from Dan's withdrawal stretched along the inside of her left thigh.
As she watched over her shoulder curiously, Jim fumbled through the top drawer of the oak dresser opposite the king-sized bed.
"I have no jewels ... "
"Not looking for jewels, honey, just something to wipe off that wet slit of yours."
"If you must there's Kleenex on top of that night chest," offered Joan anxious to get this awful experience behind her.
"Hey!" chuckled Jim holding up a jar of vaseline. "Your husband really use this stuff on you? From the looks of that dipshit man downstairs I'm surprised he can even get it up without a Bible in front of him. You know he offered to have me baptized for free if I'd let you go and not fuck you? Here, let me clean that juicy hole of yours up some ... open those thighs so I can wipe it out good."
She turned away in humiliation as he carefully cleaned away all the evidence of Dan's rigorous lovemaking, gently wiping the wetly flooded flanges of her pussy.
"There ... that's better. I don't want any cum around your cunt except my own, and there'll be plenty of that when I'm finished."
He positioned himself behind her on the bed, drawing his erect hardness up between her smooth, shivering thighs.
"I've got a better idea ... Put your legs together - it's better that way."
She obeyed immediately, her face hidden in the softness of her pillow, as if by not seeing it, it would be any less debasing.
"Aaaaggghhhhh!" she gasped as his penis slithered wetly up into the moist depths of her upraised cuntal sheath.
She could feel the warm slippery walls give way creamily as his rigidly throbbing cock sank deep up into her belly.
He wasted no time building his devastating pace, fucking his long, thick hardness up into her hotly receiving pussy with strong, violent snapping movements from his bare hips, and she had not been prepared for so much energy so soon.
"Oh God! Not so hard!" she groaned, afraid she would be aroused beyond control again.
Jim didn't answer, but fucked his pelvis again and again against her quivering, soft buttocks as his long, aching cock sank to its balls in her warm, wet pussy-sheath.
She buried her head beneath the pillow to smother her gasping cries as the lean, young auto mechanic ravished her from behind with fantastic zeal, rocking in and out of her instinctively squeezing little pussy channel.
With a seemingly boundless reserve of energy, Jim tantalizingly kept up the agonizing pace, fucking right up inside her cunt to the hilt, then rocking back on his knees until the blood-filled tip nearly slipped all the way out of its tightly clasping grip.
"Come on, Joan," he snarled. "I want to see what years as a Nevada whore taught you."
His prick had drawn far back to touch just the soft inner labia of his victim's tightly twitching cunt.
"Tell me you want cock just as bad as you did then. Come on, or I'll bring your husband up here to watch me fuck you from behind. He'd be happy to know what he's been missing all these years buried behind the Church altar."
"Oh, not that, no please ... I'll do anything you say ... I want it ... yeah, please ... fuck me all you want ... anything."
Jim added to her resignation by grinding his cock to the very hilt, pinching her bulging hips as he held her firmly impaled on his long skewering cock. Then he really began to pour it on, while his hands reached under her to fondle her huge, dangling breasts swaying beneath her as she squirmed in unwanted, ecstatic agony on the impaling shaft ripping deep up into her insides.
She felt her own warm juices lubricating the narrow passage as he plowed into her and she tried to hide her shame once again under the pillow, humiliated at the awareness of her own uncontrollable lubricious yielding. But her body was aflame with hot desire now and unbridled lust was beginning to take the place of her self-imposed, heroic martyrdom.
Closing her eyes, her lips parted, she groaned incessantly, punctuating with short gasping breaths snatched between her forced lover's maddening thrusts. She wriggled and jerked back on his long pole of flesh, grinding back ever further onto the hard, throbbing shaft as her naked hips smacked tightly against his liquid soaked pelvis.
Jim painfully clenched his muscular buttocks together, skillfully holding back his gushing load until the nakedly wriggling woman was shoved up and over the brink of her all-consuming orgasm.
In a few more too-brief moments, he could hold it no longer and, with a boisterous cry he emptied his balls deep within her as her hips arched upward and outward, hungrily nibbling at his hotly spurting young cock.
She shrieked aloud satisfied gasps of tortured, unfettered ecstasy ... drawn once more to a shuddering climax by her virile, expert ravishers. He withdrew with a wet slurping noise and fell beside her naked, well-fucked body on the bed.
Chapter 10
Mrs. Becker laid limply next to her attacker on the king-size bed that she shared nightly with her husband, staring at the pale blue walls that somehow soothed her ravaged mind. Her body sore and aching from muscles not used to the contorted positions of love-making, she lay there as it drugged, satisfied with her performance and happy that it may have saved her darling daughter from perils of carnal knowledge learned too early in life.
For once, she thought to herself, my past has done some good. We would all have our throats slashed from ear to ear, had it not been for me. Ahhh! but it feels good getting fucked again like that. Leave it to the young guys!
A stirring in her loins was accompanied by a sigh of nostalgia for the old days of endless love-making.
Maybe these guys are right ... maybe my life is dull and boring - but I've been too occupied trying to make amends for the ... the good times I had before I met Tom. Yes! They were good times and there's no reason for me to feel guilty because of that!
Suddenly she felt the years of pent-up shame leave her body and a warm glow of self-contentment left her light-headed.
* * *
"Your turn, little girl," Dan smiled wickedly, "we're goin' to see if your tight little pussy gets as hot as your mommy's."
His knife waving dangerously in the air, he ordered her to disrobe.
Dan licked his lips as his eyes feasted on the succulent, round titties perched high in her bikini top, the pert coral-pink circles in whose centers there arose the dainty, jutting buds of her nipples. She fumbled for a second as she struggled with the hook, and let it flutter to the floor, leaving her half-naked with the magnificent ivory peaks of her virgin titties exposed to all those probing eyes.
Tom Becker tried not to look at his daughter's budding womanhood, but he couldn't look away even for a second as his ripening daughter treated him to a look at her secret treasures.
"Now the bottoms," Dan's voice came thick and heavy.
Again the teenager obeyed, unprotestingly, pulling on the elastic band and stooping to push them down over her long legs until they reached her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She stood there naked before them, with no shame or modesty.
Christ, thought Tom, I didn't realize she was such a nice piece of ass. Wish I were back in high school so I could lock her in the boy's toilet with me!
"You like to watch your sister in the bathtub, little boy? Well you're going to get your eyes full this time," said Dan, pulling down his baggy white pants delicately secured by a single string. "Okay, sugar, get on the floor!"
Curiosity mixed with fear sent shudders up Karen's spine.
God, in front of Dad and everybody, she thought. But he is kinda cute in that clown outfit. Must be a pretty good fuck for Mom to tear his shirt like that, she giggled aloud.
Her dark eyes following every movement of her attacker, she sat on the floor, making no pretensions about her nakedness. Just a few feet away, her father and brother sat with wide eyes as their hungry bodies vicariously dreamed of licking and sucking at her curvaceous, fifteen year old loveliness.
Knife still in hand, Dan lay down beside the brazen teenager whose dark hair spilled over the gold carpet that blended with the rich tan of her luscious young form.
Better get her a little steamed up first, he told himself, and he reached behind him and slipped his hand gently into the richly curling thatch of warm pubic hair, carefully spreading the pink fuzz-covered lips between her thighs and locating the tiny, moistly throbbing tip of her clitoris.
As his fingers touched her there, Karen's body jumped as if she had been stung by a bee but when his hand began skillfully caressing her naked pussy, all the muscles in her legs and buttocks started their involuntary actions, and her hips began grinding hotly down into the carpet.
"See that, Daddy?" grinned Dan. "See how your little girl goes crazy when I touch her hot little cunt? Maybe you ought to try it out on your wife's pussy."
Karen lay pinned helplessly to the floor and she could feel the inquisitive stare of her young brother's eyes along with the audible incestuous mutterings of her father. Well, if they want to watch I might as well give them a show, the stupid bastards!
Dan continued to inch forward, his legs on either side of her rib cage and his buttocks suspended over her flat white stomach. For a moment he toyed with the idea of laying his long throbbing penis in the tantalizing furrow between her two, heavily swollen breasts and forming a neat artificial cunt around it by pressing her tits together with his hands.
But tempting as the possibility was, he recognized it as merely another form of masturbation and tonight he had bigger plans; besides, he had to keep that knife handy. He inched even higher on her heaving torso until his knees were placed on either side of her neck and his long, thickly throbbing cock wavered out over her face like the flagpole on the side of a building. His buttocks, hard and muscular, rested lightly on her breasts and he could feel her hard little nipples pressed nakedly against the hairy flesh beneath them as he hovered over her.
His heavy swinging balls, covered with their light fuzz, were laying comfortably against the underside of her chin. Dan was almost certain that this young girl had never had this done to her before and he moved very slowly.
He inched his loins forward slightly until the excitedly trembling tip of the massive organ brushed teasingly over the surface of her lip-stick-covered lips. An involuntary groan escaped from his own mouth as the delightful sensation shot back up into his loins. Pushing forward again, he held his breath expecting her to clamp her mouth closed tightly, or at least utter some sign of protest as he slowly lowered the hugely pulsating head down between her limp, unresisting lips. This was the critical moment and Tom and his son sat staring, wide-eyed.
Dan heard a low moan issuing from Tom Becker's mouth as his daughter simply opened her mouth and Dan plunged forward gleefully. He had never in all his life dreamed he would someday perform this wild sexual act upon a girl who was this young and this good-looking. Of course, there were a lot of girls in Salt Lake City that would spread their legs or open their mouths for him, but none of them could be remotely compared with this luscious young bitch. Dan was in ecstasy! He closed his eyes, bright flashes like strobe candles flickering through his twitching eyelids.
Tom Becker could stand it no longer; the sight of his naked daughter lewdly sucking on her attacker's long, hard cock was too much for his bulging eyes. His cock was as hard as a rock! He had to get loose from this bondage! Easing over to the remains of the milk glass vase now scattered where his wife had thrown in minutes before in her anger, over the living room carpet, he and his son inched over and in synchronized movements, managed to cut the rope binding their wrists.
A deep throated moan spewed from Tom's lips, as he lunged for the naked cunt of his daughter where his lips found their way to her already hotly stimulated little pussy lips, and then, with a low-voiced grunt, he found what he was looking for and settled down to suck steadily and gently on his daughter's already over-excited clitoris, sending electric spurts of pleasure up into the wildly aroused young girl's stomach.
Karen felt a spark snap through her body, and she wondered vaguely who it might be.
Karen's mind was not clear, but it was functioning well enough for her to recognize there it could not have been the man in the bum's costume - he was still upstairs, fucking her mother's tits off. But she could definitely feel someone working down between her open legs, licking hotly and hungrily at her tender young pussy lips and tormenting the pulsating walls of her cuntal passage with unusual skill and gentleness. For a second she considered raising her eyelids and looking down around Dan to see, but then decided against it, realizing she could probably not do what she was doing with her mouth with her eyes open.
Dan could feel the girl's tongue twitching around inside her mouth, investigating this strange foreign object which had unexpectedly been thrust before her face. Experimentally, she licked the heavy, masculine tasting smoothness, not yet sure whether she liked the taste or not.
She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she flicked her wet tongue-tip up against the sensitive swollen tip of his cock head, and somehow she found herself liking the power she had over him.
In a sense, he was not at her mercy.
Minutes before he had threatened her family at knife point, and now that very knife lay inches away from her head; in his groans of lustful pleasure, her attacker had laxly let it slip between his fingers. This was going to be her revenge! She was going to suck him until he pleaded with her to stop, until his sperm-laden balls were empty and drained. She intended to lick him until he screamed and groaned with sexual tension, the way he had made her mother scream and tear his shirt to shreds when he had fucked her upstairs on the bed.
But the big auto mechanic straddling her breasts understood only that he was being sucked and nibbled at with exceptional softness and warmth. He had dared hope only for acceptance; such animal passion was totally unforeseen on his part and the young man was amazed. Her lips made a tight elastic seal around his slowly pistoning cock and he could feel her sucking inward powerfully, trying to draw him as far as she could into her throat.
Even the long shaft of his penis outside of her mouth was warmed and stimulated by the hot breath from her widely-dilated nostrils. His hands crept to her hungrily bulging cheeks and he pressed inwards to increase the pressure on the sides of his cock and at the same time she raised her own delicate hands and grasped his cock with one hand and cupped his soft sensitive testicles in the other.
Karen was blowing him as if she had done this a thousand times before and John, her brother, now free, sat inches away, awed at his sister's performance. His thin, hard penis in his hand now, he jerked wildly back and forth on his young cock at the lewd sight of his sister sucking on her rapist's cock while his father ate hungrily from the rich, sweet juices of her wet pussy.
Dan began to rotate his buttocks desperately as he fucked into her willingly ovalled young mouth, stimulating the taut hardened nipples on her softly yielding breasts beneath with the movement of his buttocks and exciting himself by watching his own now salivaglistening cock disappearing hotly into the depths of her rhythmically working young throat.
Every nerve ending in the young man's body was beginning to cry out for release and the tension in his loins was becoming unbearable. His balls were being squeezed in her hand and the tip of his heavily extended penis seemed to be ready to burst wide open in the warmly nibbling cavern of her mouth as the inevitable spasm of orgasm approached.
Then a groan bubbled from his lips, catching him off guard as the warmth art the base of his spine suddenly developed into a searing flame of pure ecstasy and the white; hot fluids of his erupting passion began to spurt out of the tip of his uncontrollably jerking cock like a never-ending waterfall. Moan after moan was forced from his lips as the wildly ejaculating auto mechanic crumbled over her, the hot fiery spray of sperm splashing hotly into the desperately working back of her throat.
Murmurs of joy flowed from Karen's cock-filled mouth as she gulped gluttonously, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every drop of the precious life-giving fluid.
And, despite the overflow of masculine tasting cum already filling her mouth, Karen continued to suck on him persistently, even after his orgasm had passed, rejoicing in the knowledge that she had achieved her purpose of making this huge, powerful man cry out with helpless passion.
While her father licked more hungrily now up between her wide splayed thighs, shoving his strong masculine tongue deep inside the girl's rhythmically pulsating vagina, Karen licked Dan clean like a mother cat washing her kittens, holding him tightly and reveling in the warmth of his cum in her belly as he tried to pull his slowly-deflating organ free of her semen-flooded mouth.
No, she resolved, I haven't finished with you yet and she began to bite and nibble him gently, trying to nurse his sperm-drained cock and testicles back to life again.
She wanted to demonstrate that he was really under her control, and not the other way around. She could make him cum when she wanted and scream if she so desired. Now she could turn a limp cock into a live one even after a cataclysmic cum like the one he had just had.
But as his eager penis gradually swelled back into hardness, Karen felt her own body beginning to suddenly flip out of control.
Gradually then, she raised her head to see who was so expertly licking and sucking her now desire-inflamed young cunt and tongue with lips. Her eyes opened to focus on her own father.
"God, Daddy!"
The sight of her father hunched over her naked cunt, licking and slavering wildly up between her legs was driving her insane and as Dan's responsive cock climbed again to its full height and size she suddenly realized that the whole of her insides was ready to burst into wild, uncontrolled orgasm.
Her buttocks began to flail crazily up and down on the carpeted floor as her father sucked furiously on her tensely exploding clitoris and the heavy muscular mechanic was nearly thrown off her breasts as her body jerked and bucked wildly around beneath his naked asscheeks.
"I'm cumming," she groaned with a high-pitched squeal. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" and her body thrashed up and down convulsively as young John, her brother, crawled over closer to watch the end of this incredible, lust-inciting spectacle.
It was better than any of his day dreams, and with a final stroke of his hand on his virile young cock, his own groans accompanied those of his sister's.
The finish came like a pile-driver. Suddenly her body seemed to her to be floating six inches off the floor, seared in a hot ecstatic flame and her face was twisted and contorted like something not quite human.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!" she screamed violently as the wild spasm of her feverishly bursting orgasm swept over her, washing away everything in the room.
Chapter 11
Joan Becker descended the stairs feeling slightly selfish for having been the only member of her family to find enjoyment from the grotesque foursome who'd broken into her suburban home just a few hours ago. With expert ministrations, her rapists made sex a pleasurable experience after twenty years of teeth grinding frustration.
Oh God, please let them understand that I did it only to save them from a similar fate!
"I'll be damned," laughed Jim behind her in disbelief. "Never would have thought that old pecker had it in him."
The two stared unbelieving at the sight in the living room - an entanglement of arms, legs and unidentified appendages wrapped around each other like a nest of baby snakes. Karen's body was at the bottom of the mass of flesh, with Dan's long torso claiming her captive with his muscular leg weighing heavily over her stomach. At his daughter's feet lay Tom Becker, still panting, groaning and struggling to pull Dan's body to free his daughter's curvaceous body for his own lustful purposes. Just a foot away from Karen's head, lay John, cock still in hand, a thin river of liquid lying in a pool beside him on the thick shag of the gold carpet.
"My ... my family," escaped Joan's parted lips. "My family is really all together now!" and having finished her words, she burst into tears of joy.
She pulled up the hem of her long housecoat and still crying, moved hypnotically toward the heap of nakedly writhing flesh, and with one leap was beside her husband on the floor, caressing him and offering herself up to him like communion wine.
Later, the four intruders stole silently out of the house, the two young preacher's daughters deciding that when they had changed back into their regular clothes and knocked on their brother's door as though they had just arrived, they certainly would find a far more interesting household that it had ever been before.
"In fact," Sharon whispered to Nancy, "let's get the boys back on the bus to Utah before we go back to Tom's house. I don't think we are going to need them to make this the most interesting family vacation we've ever had!!!"
