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