As they drove along the freeway heading north, there just didn't seem to be any adequate way for Nancy Carlyle to explain to her brother Michael just how much Cindy had changed since he joined the Marines. Three years was an awfully long time anywhere, but in California in the Seventies, it was nearly an eternity. Cindy had only been nineteen when he left for boot camp, just out of high school and still very much a merchant's daughter in Fresno. But now, Fresno and the fertile valley farmlands were far behind her, so far in fact, that she never really looked back.
Cindy was living in a farmhouse commune near Mendocino, way up the northern California sea coast, living there along with an assorted half-dozen or so others. Not the really way-out bunch, the speed freaks and mainliners from the cities, but a pretty far-out gang of guys and gals just the same. Nancy had only seen her old girl friend twice, both times on her earlier trips back home before she gave up seeing her folks completely, but those two times were enough to show her that Cindy Johnston had really changed. Michael could only remember her as the sweet, innocent little blonde friend of his kid sister, first just a freckly-faced gangly teenager, and then the early-blossoming young woman that he fell in love with before he went away to San Francisco State for one term and then into the Marines, He still refused to believe his younger sister's admonitions that Cindy had become an entirely different person. They had kept in touch for a long time, first almost daily, then every week or so, and finally, just the one last letter he got from her nearly a year ago this month. Michael was not harboring any childish notions of some sort of an immediate conciliation or anything so absurdly romantic, but he was hoping to at least see her again, to share some of the good times and the bad from the last thirty six months apart.
He turned to his kid sister and took a long appreciative look at her until he had to put his eyes back on the road. God, she was a woman now, an honest-to-God woman. Nancy had been pretty enough when he decided to try his hand at service life, but now she was more than just that girlish tomboy he sent cards and presents to. She had developed into a ravishing young woman of twenty-one. "Sis," he said, "You still think this is a mistake, don't you?"
Nancy pushed her billowing long blonde hair out of her eyes and turned to her older brother, shouting to be heard over the windblast as they raced along California Number 101 in his battered Fiat roadster. "It doesn't matter what I think, Mike. This is your move and you'll never be really sure until you do it. I want to see Cindy again. After all, she was my best friend for years, but it's not the same as with you. I sort of understand you just have to see if it's all out of your system yet, right?"
Michael Carlyle nodded, his eyes on the four-lane stretch of asphalt about an hour north of San Francisco. "She seemed pretty much the same on the telephone, didn't she? I mean, she can't have changed all that much. She's still Cindy Johnston, right?"
"Oh, Mike stop rationalizing! I told you she's like another human being, but you'll just have to see for yourself. That's why I'm along. I want you to get it out of you once and for all."
He reached across the transmission hump and clasped his younger sister's hand in his. They had always been unusually close, and Mike had never felt closer than he had since coming home again. She squeezed his fingers affectionately with hers and smiled at him warmly.
"Don't worry, Mike!" she yelled over the roar of a passing transfer truck rig. "It'll all work out, one way or the other, it'll all work out this weekend!"
Mike kept his sister's hand tightly clenched in his own as he raced along the open California highway, his other hand on the padded wheeLHis thoughts tripped back to the night before last, his first back at home in his parents' house. There had been a gala reunion dinner, followed by three or four bottles of California Napa Valley champagne, and then everyo.ne had turned in for bed, even his mom and dad a bit tipsy for the first time in years. He had been readying himself for bed in his old room, now that Dad had moved out the boxes of odds and ends that had accumulated there in his absence. He couldn't recall what it was for, but he remembered having need of something from Nancy's room - a sheet for his bed maybe, or some toothpaste. Anyway, he had just rounded the corner and walked right in, just like when they were both kids, pushing her half-opened door the rest of the way. Mike could feel his cheeks redden even now as he remembered how embarrassed he had been, walking in on his grown-up woman of a kid sister like that, catching her completely naked. It seemed to embarrass him more than it did her, and he was thankful at least that he was wearing undershorts, if nothing else.
Nancy had reached for something to cover herself - not too hurriedly as he recalled, and then he found what he came for and excused himself, awkwardly still, though Nancy seemed to find it all quite amusing and innocent enough. Afterall, he told himself now and a dozen times before, she is my kid sister, and there's nothing indecent about seeing her without any clothes. But still, the mind-picture of that second in time kept flashing back into his thought, and it hounded him that he couldn't get it out of his brain. All he could remember was that beautiful womanly body she had, those huge richly swelling breasts, her legs long and well-developed . . . God, I've got to stop thinking like this! It's not normal, she's my sister! He pulled his hand free of hers and downshifted to pass a slowly moving bus, though it was not really necessary to change gears. And when he was safely around, both his hands stayed firmly on the wheel.
CHAPTER TWO
Dinner was over an hour ago for everyone in the big, unpainted house they had dubbed Yellow Pine commune. Tonight had been Cindy's turn to wash up, a chore the girls divided among them, and she was wading hurriedly into the hated task, anxious to get back into the main room where the others were scattered about on pillows, on the two old and torn armchairs, or on the floor. There were ten young men and women living here at Yellow Pine now, one more than last week. And it was this new arrival that was on her mind now. His name was Allen and he was from Colorado; and God, was he ever a man! Cindy could feel a very real tingling sensation up between her thighs as she thought of what might be happening at this very moment back in the fire-lit big room. All the girls had been talking since early morning about Allen's planned "initiation" into the commune. Actually, there was no formal initiation as such, but- it soon became apparent to any man moving into the family that he would be expected to prove his manhood . . . and prove it well.
Cindy had talked with Abigail just before dinner, whispering so that the others wouldn't hear. For it was Abigail, tall and flowing and scandalously redheaded, that the rumor was about. One of the guys had let it slip that Allen had his eye on her and by dinner time, it was on everyone's mind, if not on their lips. The meal was like all of the others, meatless and made up of organically grown vegetables from the garden out behind the house, but there had been a cloud of tenseness and anxious anticipation that was heavy enough to cut with a table knife. And now it was almost time; time, that is, if the rumors were true! There was an understanding here at Yellow Pine, unbroken thus far, that no one would push any newcomer into the real action. The decision would have to be his or hers, but Cindy, like the others, was sure this would be the night. And this would be a sight she didn't want to miss. Ordinarily, she could care less about watching somebody else making it, but this guy was out of sight! He had a body like a weightlifter and a face like a rock idol, and she was hoping the rest of him would be as perfect.
She wiped the water from the last dinner dish and hung the communal apron behind the kitchen door, then tip-toed through the darkened dining room, around the long table built of roughly cut timber and across the hallway into the big main room. There was an ominous quietness from the others and Cindy cursed under her breath that she might have missed out on something. But when she opened the door and quietly slipped in and settled on a huge pillow, she knew she hadn't. Another few seconds and a lighted marijuana joint was between her lips and she could finally relax and lean back for the excitement . . . she hoped.
Abigail was sitting on the arm of the new man's chair when Cindy looked over, and they seemed to be talking about something as they passed a joint of potent grass back and forth between them, lingering at the moment their fingers touched electrically. Abigail was stunningly beautiful all of the time, but she looked especially good in this flickering firelight that spilled over her long, luxuriant red hair. Her face was like that of a successful model, completely smooth and perfectly without a trace of any kind of make-up.
Just as if a signal had sounded, all of the buzzing conversation among the young people scattered about the huge room stopped instantly as Allen's hand began to snake around the redhead's slim waist and along the smooth curve of her belly and on up to the curve of her deliciously bulging breast hidden beneath her thin peasant blouse. His huge hand clamped like the jaws of a steel trap over the soft mound, his fingers squeezing the tender ridges through the sheer, nearly transparent fabric of her garment. She offered no resistance as his hand slipped inside her blouse. None of the others bothered to pretend they weren't watching; in fact, most made no attempt to conceal their eagerness.
It was only a question of time until this inevitability occurred - none of the guys who came here ever left without at least trying to make their way into the family-like group of free-swinging California souls. No man worth the title could have turned down a chance to become part of a group that included always at least four or five beautiful young hippie chicks, any of whom were his whenever he wished.
There was a hushed shiver of expectancy filling the dimly lit room now as one thought, one anxious desire, occupied everyone's drug-shaped thoughts.
Someone's whispered sentence stopped in mid-syllable as Allen unbuttoned the last of Abigail's buttons and parted the sides of her blouse like the curtains of a theater, exposing the incredible lushness of her huge firm breasts, ripely bulging in the shimmering glow of the flickering fire. It was quickly growing darker outside by the minute and her whole form was lost in the lengthening gray shadows, only to be intermittently illuminated with the soft caressing orange warmth of the fire.
Every eye was on Abigail's trim youthful figure as she stood up and allowed this newcomer's hands to explore her ripely swelling curves without hindrance. She enjoyed moments like this more than anything - ever since coming to live in the commune house, her most favored moments had been the times when everyone was naked together, like down at the waterfall in Gold Creek where she and the others sometimes cooled off with a bit of skinny-dipping. She could always feel the goose-bumps on her smooth white flesh as the guys looked at her naked like that, and she could almost feel their hunger for her as they thirsted after her ravishing young charms. Man, how she liked it then, all of them lusting after her like that. . . who cared what the other girls thought, they wanted her. And now it was happening again. This new man in the group, this super good-looking guy, and he wanted her more than any of the others!
She helped Allen remove her thin blouse with the red and blue embroidered trim, tossing it to one side on the floor as the others looked on openly, eagerly.
Abigail looked first at the well-built Allen, sensing the growing passionate desire welling in his strong muscular body, then at the others, eagerly wallowing in their excitement as she occupied the center of attention without a hint of competition. Without wasting another moment, she hurriedly unzipped her tightly stretched jeans as a dead hush settled over the huge echoing room. She pulled the tight-fitting pants down over her long supple thighs, exposing to everyone's eager stares the milky whiteness of her upper legs. Then the jeans were past her knees and she kicked them aside, leaving only her bikini-style panties covering a thin strip of her remaining flesh at the tops of her long smooth legs, her lush pubic mound a tantalizing bulge beneath the sheer fabric.
Grinning contentedly, she sat down on a large, brightly colored pillow near her feet and pointed her long bare legs toward the ceiling and eased her tight bikini panties sensuously down over the twin globes of her deliciously formed ass cheeks and finally, down her legs. She did this slowly, teasingly, like the most practiced of professionals, yet she never lost for an instant the mouth-watering temptation of her youthful innocence. And then she was naked, stripped bare before all of her friends and this newcomer, and she could feel her insides knot tensely with excitement and anticipation.
The warm, moist lips of her young cuntal slit came into everyone's view as her panties crept over her ivory thighs, and there was an almost imperceptible bead of milky liquid poised on the tender flange of her young pussy ... it looked like a glistening dew drop on a morning flower. A half-dozen or so gasps broke the painful silence as she spread her creamy, translucent thighs and turned her offered treasures to the new man, Allen. She rocked back on the giant pillow as her hands inched down over the smooth flatness of her perfect belly to the soft, hair-fringed ridges of her pussy-lips nestled between her widely spread thighs, spreading them like the warm halves of a freshly baked roll awaiting butter.
The tall well-muscled blonde man seemed to need a minute to take this incredible good fortune in, but when it hit him, he leaped to his feet like someone had poured scalding hot water down his back. With one hand, he ripped open his pants and yanked them down his hairy athlete's legs to the wooden floor. He was wearing no undershorts, and with the simple act of removing that one piece of clothing, he was now standing before Abigail and all the others like a Greek god, towering over Abigail's soft white innocent-looking body, beads of anxious perspiration already glistening on his powerful flesh.
Abigail's eyes were brazenly staring at the culmination of his potent virility, his dangling immense penis. God, it was big enough, all right and the naked red head felt a shiver of fear and anticipation race along her spine's ridges as she thought of this huge throbbing thing getting bigger and harder and then being rammed deep up inside her.
Allen grinned widely and gripped his rapidly swelling manhood between his fingers, his hand cupped around the thickening organ like a man might hold an axe handle. He knew she was wondering, just like the others . .. how much did he have? Just how big would this newcomer's cock get when he got a real hard on? He nearly laughed aloud, for Allen Ames had been through this sort of thing before, and the end result was always the same. Always.
He tried to catch the look in the naked redhead's eyes as his prick began to grow ... and grow some more. And still more! He heard a gasp from one of the other girls, then a chuckle of tense laughter rippled through the commune members as his good-sized penis became something almost gargantuan. It was incredible! Abigail thought she had seen some big ones, and felt a few real monsters inside her, but nothing like this!
As this well-hung newcomer suddenly dropped to his knees between her thighs, Abigail began to slowly - unconsciously - hunch away from this frightening hugeness. But the blonde man was too close to having her to even think of being rebuffed now, not to mention how humiliating it would be to lose her before all the others. Nothing would stop him from having this gorgeous girl lying naked before him like some kind of sultan's love slave, and nothing would keep him from proving himself now that he was so close. He wanted a place among these free-swinging people here at Yellow Pine, he wanted that and more. But first must come this act of proving . . . and prove himself he must.
Allen started at the tempting, inviting lips of her tight young slit, partly open as if beckoning him into the sweet moist depths, into the tight clasping sheath of her hungry pussy. But an even more tempting idea flashed across his mind, something that would make an impression on the others better than anything else. Yes, she would satisfy him, all right, and she would feel the thick turgidness of his cock lodged like a crowbar up in her belly, but first she would bring him pleasure in another way.
As the confused redhead just looked up at him in bewilderment, he pushed her back onto the pillow behind her and straddled her, pinning her between his knees as he knelt over her quivering nakedness, his hard thickly-distended cock jutting out like the bowsprit of a sailboat from the brushy clump in the middle of his muscular pelvis, dangling just inches from Abigail's face as the others sat anxiously on the edge of their seats and pillows, excitedly awaiting the newcomer's next move. His painfully swollen testicles dangled low between his strong thighs, nearly brushing the crinkly tips of her firm bulging breasts as he crouched over her.
It was more than obvious what he wanted her to do, and Abigail was not the one to back down in front of her friends. She was afraid, more than a little, of what this immense masculine flesh might do to her if he decided to ram it down her throat, but she couldn't wiggle out of this now. And besides, she didn't want to!
With his right hand, his fingers curled around the immense shaft, he slowly pulled back the protective sheath of heavy blood-veined flesh, exposing for the first time, the immense, bulbous head of his penis as it slipped wetly from its thick covering.
He brushed it lightly over her quivering lips - was she trembling from fear or excitement, or was it a combination of both? - as she closed her eyes, lids fluttering, and nearly gagged as the huge cock slithered between her wide-stretched lips, brushing over her tongue until the swollen head rammed against the back of her throat, filling her mouth so completely that she could only breathe through her nostrils.
With quick, rhythmic movements of his naked, exercise-hardened loins, the huge man rocked his mammoth organ in and out of Abigail's tautly-ovaled lips. Back and forth, in and out, until... in a torrent of unsuppressed warmth, Allen grunted and came, emptying the first of many seething hot loads into the naked redhead's sucking wet mouth as spurt after spurt of warm thick sperm dribbled down her greedily gulping passage. Abigail sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, until every precious drop was gulped deep into her belly where it sloshed lasciviously as if awaiting more. And more was exactly what she wanted ... hungered for!
Allen yanked the rubbery head from the girl's clasping lips, and she released it reluctantly. He squirmed back.until he was once again between her thighs, then shoved the wetly gleaming head of his still-hard cock into her moist, yielding slit, cramming it in tightly until it sank between the warm ragged flanges with a wet sucking noise as she pulled his virile thickness up into her belly.
He gasped aloud as he felt his shaft burrow deep in her hungrily clasping tunnel and he could feel the soft warm walls of her vagina ripple aside as his thick shaft probed deep up inside her belly. She moaned soulfully as he fucked into her, pistoning into the naked young redhead's cunt with quickening, strengthening thrusts, probing the untried depths of her womanhood where no man had ever reached before.
Beneath his weight, her softly yielding breasts were smashed fiat against her chest, and her rounded buttocks squirmed from side to side in an effort to relieve the ecstasy-pain of his fast, punishing strokes. Her face was flushed and streaked with tears of joy and anguish as an occasional sharp cry of pain punctuated her low, soulful moans.
His immense penis slipped in with greater and greater ease until it was firmly and moistly embedded in the young redhead's tender crevice as far as it would go up between her widespread legs.
Allen's big, meaty hands explored every inch of her writhing, sweat-soaked body, clutching it all over in his intense furious passion. He shoved one hand under her outstretched leg and fondled her quivering young breast, tweaking her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He dragged his hands along her smooth body, over the gentle swell of her narrow hips and under her upturned buttocks, cupping one hand in each huge hand. He squeezed them tightly, then moved his thighs up against her naked ass-cheeks, feeling with his own fingers the rock-hard length of his thick cock slithering wetly and loudly between the fleshy nibbling lips of her cunt.
His stiffened middle finger poked the taut, hard ring of her anus, the tiny puckered opening tightly clenching shut as he prodded the forbidden orifice.
With rapid, vicious snaps of his loins, he shoved his lust-hardened penis deep between the soft wet walls of her vagina. As the enlarged head of his cock burrowed far inside the warm depths of her cuntal channel, he quickly and forcefully rammed his finger into the tightly resisting anal ring. The young girl's mouth opened wide, but not a sound came out as Abigail resisted the killing urge to scream her lungs out.
His tensing and untensing buttocks slowed to strong slow thrusts while he squirmed his knees in tight up against her nakedly upturned buttocks as if he wanted to tunnel completely through her squirming pussy and come out her backside. He pushed her thighs even further apart, contorting her supple young body unbelievably, her long flailing legs almost at harsh right angles to her writhing body.
With every deep, grinding push, he shoved his rigid middle finger into the tightly puckered opening of her anus, plundering her from both holes in a lewd rhythm that had the commune members gasping. He could feel his own rigidly stiffened cock sliding over the length of his finger, separated by only the thin membrane of flesh between her cunt and her anus.
Abigail's ecstatic cries were growing louder now and her voice was laced with the unmistakable trappings of a rising lascivious excitement wresting control of her wantonly squirming body. She circled her parched lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes wide with a sudden lustful abandonment.
"Ooooohhhh, that's it, baby, that's it! Oh, it feels so good deep inside me like that, so good!"
His pumping hips slowed .. . slowed ... slowed, each plunging thrust shoved to the last throbbing inch deep in her ravenous passage. He snapped his hips forward in one last grinding lunge, as his second torrential blast of seething hot cum blasted from his balls. It was just the trigger the vivacious, naked redhead needed.
"Aaaaaaa! Goddamn, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she shouted for everyone to hear, her back arched off the pillows, her orgasmic strength pushing herself and her lover high into the air. "Aaaaaaggghhh!"
And then it was over. Over two of them. They lay there helplessly, breathing in short gasping breaths as the others sat motionless, so stunned by the lewd performance that they were powerless to move or to speak. And then a ripple moved through the boys and girls of Yellow Pine, the rustle of clothes coming off, the panting of passion-filled young bodies becoming naked and eager.
And another wild night at the Yellow Pine commune was in full swing. ...
CHAPTER THREE
Nancy and Michael prudently decided to spend the night at the Redwood Hotel in nearby Mendocino, but for reasons of their own: Mike preferred to come face to face with Cindy after all this time under the best of conditions, not after a tiring ride in an open sports car, road-soiled and tousled, his clothes wrinkled. And Nancy simply went along with whatever her older brother wanted; she had made up her mind not to argue, whatever the outcome.
They were in the mud and gravel driveway of the Yellow Pine house about eleven the next morning, neither of them speaking, and both of them anxious and excited. And maybe just a little bit fearful.
It was quickly apparent that his sister's warnings had been well founded. Cindy had indeed changed. That much Mike decided secretly in one quick appraisal. He had called from a pay phone in the sleepy artists' colony of Mendocino and Cindy was waiting in the doorway of the rustic old house that had been, in succession, a millionaire's sporting lodge, a commercial resort lodge, and now, a home to a ragged band of urban runaways and exiles.
Their greetings were cautious, outwardly warm and friendly, but with that sharp edge of icy wariness painfully apparent beneath the shallow exterior.
"Mike, how are you?" the long-haired blonde cried enthusiastically. He returned her hug and stepped back to look her over.
"Fine, Cindy, just fine, and yourself?"
She paused and looked into his brown eyes, her own eyes wide and sparkling, yet not all revealing like they once were. He remembered that Cindy always had that youthful gleam of innocence in her deep blue eyes, eyes that betrayed her every thought, her every emotion. That, he noticed immediately, was gone now. "I'm great, Mike, never been better." Cindy turned her gaze to Mike's younger sister. "Hey, it's really fine to see you again, Nancy. I've really missed you."
"I've missed you, too, Cindy. It hasn't been the same in Fresno without you around."
"They got nobody to talk about, huh?" inquired the hippie-looking girl, smiling, but her hidden feelings poking through her words like bones through flesh. Cindy had never been happy in her home town, she had always ached for something else. Something she considered better. And Nancy would always be part of that past she wanted to forget. Nancy was a reminder, a living reminder, of all she had hated so much in that sun-parched valley town, even though they had once been friends.
The three of them, Mike, his kid sister and his old girlfriend, spent the rest of the day exploring the heavily wooded countryside of Mendocino County near the commune's house. Crammed together in the one pair of bucket seats in the Fiat, they roamed the backroads of the redwood country, criss-crossing back and forth across the coast mountains until they finally descended to the coast highway and wound their way back to the commune along the cliffs of the Pacific.
It was nearly dark when they arrived and some of the other members had returned from working in the organic garden behind the house, others from part-time jobs in the larger towns over the mountains inland. The ones who did not work outside the house had finished the day's chores and everything was ready for dinner when they returned.
Cindy briefly introduced the newcomers all around, and Mike was impressed with their friendliness and openness. He had to laugh at himself for what he had been thinking - that he would meet a bunch of hopped-up drug freaks who couldn't communicate other than in an occasional grunt. Or that maybe they would all be running around naked, fornicating like a bunch of monkeys at the zoo. After all, they were only people like himself, most about his age. He was visibly relaxed now, more at ease and quite willing to accept Cindy's new friends on their own terms.
Dinner was Mike's first introduction to vegetarian fare, and again he was surprised to find that it was not nearly so bland and inadequate as he had guessed. In fact he found himself completely full and satisfied after finishing, but without that bloated feeling so common to meat-centered meals. One of the girls, introduced to him only as Abigail, passed around a pipe full of Middle Eastern hashish after dinner, and Mike did not refuse. Like most anyone growing up in America in the sixties, he had tried Marijuana and hashish a couple of times. He could take it or leave it, but this time he felt it best to just be one of the guys. He noticed though that his sister Nancy evidenced no hesitancy - she took the pipe with a practiced grip and inhaled the powerful smoke into her lungs and held it there. He shook his head. Just another discovery about his kid sister, more evidence that she was more a woman now than the little girl he had left behind when he went away.
Cindy showed them to a room they were to share on the second floor, one outfitted as a guest room for the frequent drop-ins which was part of commune life everywhere. There were two mattresses on the floor and a few scattered Japanese-style bamboo mats. Posters from past Fillmore and Avalon Ballroom concerts were stapled and thumb-tacked to the walls.
Nancy somewhat unconvincingly confessed that she was tired and that she was turning in early, if that was all right. Mike could see through her ruse like a wisp of smoke, but he was grateful that Nancy was so considerate. He did indeed want to talk to Cindy alone; alone, that is, if there was a place in this whole big house that was not filled with people, scattered kids and dogs and cats.
"It's not what I expected, Cindy, I have to confess," Mike said. "No, it's not so bad at all. Maybe a better life than most have, when you get right down to it." They were in Cindy's room, the one she shared with Abigail and, on occasion, one or another of the young men from the communal family. But that was something she would save for later. She would have to break Mike in gradually to her new life, that she could see. He could probably accept most any part of it, the free-life style, the grass, the communal living. But not the sex . . . she knew that would be impossible for Mike, or at least for the old Mike she remembered. Anything but the sex! There Michael Carlyle was still living back in high school, back in Fresno in the early sixties. And Cindy was most definitely a child of the seventies.
"I missed you, Mike," she said unexpectedly after looking at him a long while, unashamed feeling in her richly blue eyes. "I really did. I guess I'm all over it now, but I really couldn't look at another guy after you left."
"Your letters would never have given you away," he answered dryly.
Cindy shook her head, letting her long blonde hair fall down over her downcast face. "I know ... but I suppose I was just too proud to admit I was hung up on one guy like that." Her smile returned as suddenly as it had vanished. "But let's not go through all that again. It's part of the past and I live for now. How about you?" "I suppose I do too."
Cindy grasped his hand as he sat beside her on the larger bed in the room. "Mike, maybe we could pick up some of the pieces, huh? I mean, not like before, but different, you understand?"
He was getting the message, all right, only he did not know how to respond. Her thigh was like fire next to his leg and he wanted more than anything to grab both her arms and throw her back on the bed and make love to her like they used to - wildly, savagely, like a couple of animals. Good God, Jiow it would feel to have her again after all these years!
As if reading his thought, she whispered, "It's been a long time for us, Mike ... a long, long time." She slipped her fingers in between the buttons on his shirt and teasingly brushed over the hairs on his chest. Below his belt, inside his pants, he could feel his penis stiffen like concrete setting, poking up so hard through his undershorts that he honestly felt it might break through.
Cindy noticed it too and wasted not an instant taking advantage. He was following the script she'd layed out so carefully just as if he had rehearsed the part. "I see you missed me," she murmured, taking her cue expertly, her hand settling on his wildly pulsating hardness with the jolting electricity of a blast of summer lightning. It felt like a million tiny pin pricks all jabbing into him at once. Painful, yet deliciously so.
Without another word, Cindy pulled his zipper down slightly past the thick woolly pubic hair on his abdomen, yanking it anxiously as it stalled near the end of the metal slide. His breath froze in his lungs as her fingers made maddening contact with the hardened shaft of his cock, and he was powerless to move, to speak.
Finally he regained a fraction of his composure. "Are you sure, Cindy? It's been a long time and L want is as much as you but..."
She impishly pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, just relax. It's just like you to start worrying. If you dig it, do it, right?"
A chill rippled through him and he was not at all certain of himself... or of Cindy! Sure, he'd been to bed with her plenty of times, but somehow it didn't seem the same. It was true, she was indeed a new person, and he was this close to balling her . . . a whole new person.
He glanced anxiously at the closed door.
"Don't give it a second thought," she whispered reassuringly. "Abigail is in Mendocino now and nobody else would just barge in." Actually, that was the truth, but it was not for reasons of common privacy that such a rule existed at Yellow Pine. A closed door meant one thing - fucking, and everyone knew enough to respect it. But Mike did not have to know that - not now anyway.
Mike reached behind her and placed his hands on the warm curve of her buttocks. They were every bit as finely sculpted and- firm as he remembered and her lush young body was incredibly, sensuously, warm against his as if she were literally burning inside. She met his lips tenderly as her fingers closed around the thickly swollen hardness of his penis. Her lips gave in like a soft cushion and her tongue darted into his mouth tauntingly, slipping between his teeth. She crawled onto him, crushing the length of her young supple body against his and squirmed furiously against him before pulling away, smashing the delectable globes of her warm eager breasts against his heaving chest.
She stood up and quickly undressed, tossing her blouse and bell-bottomed jeans casually aside in a deft move of surprising innocence. Mike could not suppress the gasp of pleased surprise that suddenly came over him as he basked in the offered loveliness of her nakedness. She wore not a stitch beneath her jeans and shirt, nothing. And if it were possible, she was even better looking than he remembered her. Her lusciously smooth curves had become more womanly, richer and fuller, and her breasts were heavier, yet still exceptionally high and firm, her crinkly pink nipples deliciously erect and inviting, hard and softly quivering under his slow, overall appraisal. As she moved, her breasts rocked a little from side to side, and they swung into each other like overfilled bags of warm water. The muscles in her thighs rippled slightly like those of a lioness as she stalked her prey, and the ridge of her hipbones showed ever so slightly in two tiny peaks. Perfect handholds, he said to himself, one at each side of the sparse tuft of blonde pussy hair beneath her flat belly. He thought about that warm beckoning crevice concealed up there between her ivory-smooth legs and how fantastically wonderful it would feel to slip his lust-stiffened cock into those hot liquid depths, warm and clinging like honey.
He stripped off his clothes without hesitation and groped for her hungrily, gasping out loud at the surging touch of their two super-heated bodies. Her hands searched down over his nakedly excited body, exploring all the muscular hollows, probing, caressing... fondly reacquainting herself with every inch of his sinewy, muscular maleness. His erect and pulsing penis snapped up between her cozy thighs as they ground together, and he let it rest there, brushing lightly and teasingly against the juicy pussy lips and soft resilient pubic hair nestled up between her silken thighs.
Mike ran his hands along the curve of her bare spine, tracing the ridges of her backbone and he followed it to where her flesh suddenly dipped and dimpled, then flowered into the firm twin mounds of her buttocks. She had certainly managed to keep her body in magnificent shape, her skin seemed to mirror an animal strength trembling just beneath the surface. He wondered if those luscious soft thighs of hers still could grip him as powerfully as they used to . . . and he felt himself shiver as he realized that of course they could.
"Oh, Mike, you're so handsome . . . nobody ever turned me on like you do, honest!" He felt himself wince at her well-intended words. Of course, she had other men since he left her to go into the service. He could not have expected otherwise, but still the thought of her like this-naked and expectant-with another man was like a knife in his groin.
She kissed him again and again, her tongue probing hungrily over and into his mouth, her naked hips writhing passionately against his. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny tracks of crimson as evidence of her growing desires. He gripped the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, pulling them toward him, rubbing his long aching cock agonizingly between her closed thighs.
"Damn it, Mike, I need you ... I need you to fuck me now! I've got to have it!"
Scissored tightly together, fused flesh upon flesh as one, they fell onto the bed, locked in a surge of passion. Her fingers slipped along his bare muscular belly and guided his throbbing penis toward the wetly quivering lips of her cunt. She was already moaning into his face, her eyes clenched shut in a mask of pleasure-pain, her hips groping and grinding ravenously for satisfaction.
Mike entered her frantically, with a blind rush and-the moist passionate grip of her hot little pussy was as he remembered, surprisingly tight and clasping like a heated velvet glove clutching at his painfully throbbing cock as he rammed it into her wet tightness.
His penis slid up into her, a little painfully at first because his cock was thicker and a bit longer than average, hurting along its whole, hard length from her tight clasping grip . . .and then it began pistoning salaciously in and out, easier now as her cuntal sheath adjusted, secreted, accepted.
Cindy let out a muffled gasp, choking for renewed air, and he . thrust right up into her savagely so that their loins" bruised and ground together wetly, lubricated with the warm flowing wetness that oozed around his frantically pumping cock and eased its entry like a river of warm melted butter.
She strained back under him, arching her loins up at his, lifting them both off the bed with little strain. Moaning now like a tortured animal, she squirmed and writhed incessantly under him, her buttocks gripping tightly the loose sheet thrown over the mattress as she ground down against it. She bit his lips, nibbled at his neck, snaked her probing tongue into his mouth, turned away gasping for air, then dame back for more, again and again.
"Your f-finger, darling ..." she gasped hoarsely, her voice rising and falling with his cock's rhythmic thrust far up into her belly.
"What? I don't understand."
"Stick it, aaawwww . . . s-stick it up my ass while you fuck me," she coughed passionately. The words were harsh and they" caught him by surprise - this was something he had never done before. And for a moment, though still screwing her frantically, he was sickened by the thought of another man teaching her this wanton trick, another man with his finger up her ass, up his girl's ass. The change in his thinking was so subtle that he failed to sense it himself, but he was hooked again, caught like a prize fish by Cindy's'erotic charms, just as before.
He reached under her, between her soft buttery ass cheeks as he stroked steadily into her moistiy sucking vaginal sheath. He spread her buttocks apart, felt her passion - moistened pubic hair, found her tightly puckered ring and apprehensively thrust his finger in. It eased in a little at first, entering with a soft popping sound, then all the way in to the last joint as she gave another deep soulful moan and screwed her buttocks back against his pleasure-giving finger. He moved his finger around in the velvety channel of her rectum and heard her choke painfully as his fingernail caught in the delicate soft flesh. Then she grunted and squirmed down on it again, lewdly offering her forbidden anal passage for his digital exploration.
Mike's loins were wound tightly like a coiled spring and his penis felt as big as a tree-limb, as if it was growing out of control and would continue to grow until he lunged one last time and thrust right through her, out her mouth. It expanded and contracted as if hooked to a pump, throbbing visibly and painfully with every agonizing swell.
She held him tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them around his hips, loosening them, clenching them tightly again and again.
He could hear her cursing under her rapid gasping breath, something else he had never seen her do, and her face was suddenly deeply flushed, the veins in her neck standing out like steel-blue cords as her sharp nails raked across his back and shoulders painfully over and over.
She murmured something hoarsely and he did not hear her at first. "I'm almost there, lover, I'm just about to cum!" she gasped again, then began to repeat the magical words over and over until her words fused together in one passionate chant. She pulled back her thighs, presenting him with a stretched and wide-open crevice Of wet pink flesh at the very core of her body. Her legs slid up and over his shoulders. She ground her crotch up against his with bruising force, her lewdly grinding buttocks arched high off the sofa to meet his deeply burrowing thrusts into her very womb. Her eyes were open wide now, but glazed as if she was drugged and her mouth hung open limply. She gave a sudden animal cry and impaled herself suicidally onto his hard, desire-swollen penis and held herself there, lifting him boldly off the bed while her sweat-soaked loins worked feverishly up and down on his deliriously spearing cock.
"Oh, Goddamn . . . I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING! OOOOHHHHHHH!" The breath exploded from her lungs and she collapsed under him, falling back against the mattress as his full weight came crashing down onto her nakedness. She was as limp as an unstarched shirt and she lay there quivering, her breasts heaving as she struggled to fill her lungs with air.
Mike was more than a little worried for a moment, for it seemed that he might really have hurt her, but after a couple of minutes, his cock still inside her and as rigid and eager as ever, she began to revive.
She looked at him with that purring look of women everywhere who have been totally satisfied, her eyes then closed and she clutched him tight against her as he burrowed a little deeper into her wetly twitching cunt.
"Baby, that was out 'a sight! You're really great, you know!"
She gasped again as he snapped his loins like the handle of a great bull whip and shuddered his long hard penis to the hilt once more in her ravaged pussy, ramming it tightly and viciously between her swollen cuntal lips.
"Honey, please don't cum in me. . . I haven't used anything, okay?"
"No, I don't mind," he lied, his very words reflecting his immense disappointment. His balls were a seething cauldron of white hot sperm and they threatened to explode at any instant into her belly in a torrent of relief.
Cindy sensed his frustration immediately and said, "I know what I can do, lover. Turn over on your back and baby'll fix you real good."
Mike rolled over on his back, squirming in between Cindy's glistening naked body and the bed. He slipped out of her moist cuntal grip with an audible pop that he was sure echoed throughout the whole commune house. His penis slanted straight up toward the ceiling as he lay on his back and felt unsure exactly what the naked blonde girl had in mind for him, but not planning to resist whatever it was.
She leaned over him, tenderly stroking the stiffened organ, first with one hand and then with both, pumping it gingerly and letting its wet gleaming length slide between her cupped fingers. She brought her lips down to it eagerly, breathlessly, and warmly fastened them around the throbbing, blood-filled head with a moan of ecstasy. When the jarring awareness of what she was doing finally registered, it was just like he had received a massive burst of adrenalin. He felt his whole body tense in unbridled anticipation. She held his cock in one hand and began to suck on. it like it was a long hard chunk of delicious candy, steadily, hungrily, rhythmically, up and down with a swirling movement of her tongue at the apex of each loving stroke.
His loins tensed as he looked down at the sight of the action and that made it all so much more wickedly exciting. She began to suck a little harder, sometimes giving him a tiny, teasing nibble, or scraping the thick fleshy shaft with her teeth. His penis Was white where her teeth had been and blood-purple on the lustfully-pulsing tip.
Cindy released her grip on his cock and placed both hands under his buttocks, lifting'him up as she slid her ovaled lips up and down on his cock. His penis disappeared completely down her warmly sucking throat passage and he wondered why it didn't choke her, but she clearly knew what she was doing... she was a master of this sort of thing. If he had really thought about it, he would have worried - like he had worried how she knew that trick with the finger up her rectum - but the exquisite pleasure was so great that such thoughts lasted but brief fleeting seconds in his whirling brain.
Her rough tongue with its coarse swiping lick was making the head of his penis vibrate and quiver as if it were coming alive. He stiffened his hips, crossed his legs, clamped his muscular thighs tight together as if maybe he could squeeze the flood of scalding hot sperm back into his aching testicles. He could actually feel the movement stirring in his balls as if he had to urinate, but couldn't. He watched her face working over his loins, her lips being stretched out incredibly, clinging to his long swollen cock, sucking it ravenously. He pushed his loins right up at her face, arching his body from his waist to his toes, and her voraciously nibbling lips gulped in every' inch of his throbbing manhood. His own throat and mouth were bone dry; he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He thought of his painfully hardened cock exploding in her mouth, emptying down her throat in a seething flood of cum, and he tried to hold it back. Maybe he shouldn't let it get like that. . . maybe she was going to stop before he shot off like a water cannon, before it was too late. But he knew it was nearly beyond his control, that any second now it would all be over. Strained noises made their way from his lungs and he rammed his hips as high as they would go, cramming every inch of his wildly pulsating cock down her clasping throat, but she showed no sign of stopping. Only a few seconds more . . . just a few .. . now-.. now!
His hips writhed uncontrollably and his vision seemed to blur as the delicious agony grew more and more unbelievable. His eyes opened on a fantasy vision of her lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching penis, sucking voraciously, his own body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke finally from his parched throat.
"Aaaaggghh," he moaned, and moaned again and again, as his hands grabbed her head near the ears like a melon, and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard into his maniacally jerking cock. His breath caught and he shuddered as his cum filled balls emptied their precious fluid in a stinging jet of white sticky sperm, racing along the swollen length of his shaft. She continued sucking greedily as every drop emptied down her throat, licking every moist bit from the madly-throbbing head of his cock.
Finally, his tender, sore penis began deflating in her flodded throat, but she continued nibbling on it, sucking clean every last drop of his life-giving sperm. He gave a heaving sigh and flopped back onto the bed, exhausted and completely spent. For a long while, he lay there motionless, her head flat against his belly, her tongue still lashing out occasionally at the smooth flaccid head of his emptied organ. Then she slithered like a snake up along his naked body, rubbing her tender sensitive nipples along his bare skin until her lips found his.
They kissed lovingly for a long time, and Mike could taste the strange tanginess of his own cum still flavoring her lips and mouth.
She got up slowly and rearranged the crumpled sheets and Mike lay there contentedly, his arms folded behind his head. Her body was truly magnificent, he assured himself as he watched her move around the room, still naked, gleaming with a blend of their perspiration. "This is the place for me, Cindy. I think I could stay right here forever with you."
Cindy felt a pang of remorse as she remembered that Mike still did not know about the rules here, about the sharing of. . . well, of everything. But she knew this was not the time to tell him. There'd be plenty of chances, maybe tomorrow.
She watched him lying there and in a surprisingly short time saw his lifeless penis begin to quiver and jerk into eager hardness again. She smiled to herself at the prospect of a long, long night. No, Mike would not be going back to the guest room tonight.. . that was for certain!
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike deliberately avoided his sister's eyes as they all gathered for a breakfast of whole wheat pancakes and blackstrap molasses in the morning. He knew what was going on in her mind, or could guess that he did, and he just simply did not care to have her conscience as well as his own to contend with so soon after last night. Not that he was sorry for what had happened, never that in a million years. But fucking Cindy had caused him to become even more hopelessly confused than he had been when he had left Fresno. Yes, Cindy was different! Yes, she had changed into a wholly different young woman than the girl he had left behind. And yes, too, he still got a twist in his guts every time he thought about her.
He was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute through the commune family's leisurely breakfast, indulging his paranoic fantasies as he imagined that everyone at the table was looking at him, that somehow they all knew about last night. Sure, they all had heard it all, or maybe they watched, giggling at his awkwardness, through some hidden peephole. But his worries were soon done away with as Gindy went through the introductions now that everyone was around, including a few he had met briefly yesterday. One by one, these nameless strangers, longer-haired and shaggier dressed than he, became real people, friendly people. And he felt even more strongly that this was where he belonged; not for the reasons he had experienced last night, but for sounder ones now in the light of day.
Cindy sounded them off and capsuled their backgrounds like a disc jockey introducing a group of rock stars and pretty quickly all the names and facts and funny stories just fused together, to be sorted through later. But a few people stuck immediately in his thoughts, including the one of the "family" who seemed to dislike him. He could sense it, it was some kind of animal thing, an instinct rather than a logical thought. It was the one Cindy introduced as Allen, a newcomer like himself, she said, but somehow it was just all wrong between them, that kind of reverse magnetism that simply happens sometimes between people. Mike tried to put it out of his mind and think about the others, the open and friendly ones.
There was Cindy's friend, Abigail, of course, who had come to the Yellow Pine commune about the same time as Cindy. Abigail was the only daughter of one of America's flying aces from World War Two, now a retired Air Force colonel and president of a big aerospace electronics firm in Orange County, California. He had chased after her, naturally, when she suddenly dropped out of Bryn Mawr and married a drummer with a west coast rock band she had met when they played near the campus. The marriage, like most of Abigail's dalliances, was short-lived, something just over three weeks. They had never bothered with a divorce, to technically, she was still married, but "hubbie," wherever he was, had not been heard from for over a year.
Melanie Bover was another of the girls at Yellow Pine who had been around as long as Cindy and Abigail. Melanie was short and suggestively busty, and before breakfast was finished, Mike knew that she was a product of Appalachia, that she had run away from a depraved step-father at fourteen, that she had been one of the earlier San Francisco groupies, and that the blonde-haired little boy of about five beside her was hers from her ex "old man" in Los Angeles. Mike could not help thinking that she somehow seemed tired and worn-out at the tender age of twenty-three.
Two more, a boy and a girl, seemed to be sort of together, or as together as anyone was here at Yellow Pine. He was Dave Richer, a runaway rich kid like Abigail, but he differed in that he had run afoul of the law once or twice in Chicago, something about drugs, and he had come here on the advice of a friend, now moved on, with Janie Levitz, a very Jewish-looking chick with long straight black hair and an inordinate passion for organic gardening and preaching the inexhaustible merits of health foods and the poisons of commercial produce. She was nice enough, maybe a bit intense for his tastes, but still obviously open and friendly.
There were others, not so memorable perhaps, but Mike couldn't help coming back to Allen. There was something about the guy, some kind of memory maybe, or just an association. Maybe it was his face and his Muscle-Beach good looks that put him off, or... no, there was something real and definite, but Mike was just unable to find it in his thoughts. Later, he assured himself, later. But he simply couldn't push aside that nagging notion that he had seen this guy somewhere before.
Nancy stayed behind to talk with Janie about growing tomatoes without pesticides, and Mike hiked down to Gold Creek with Cindy and Abigail to cool off in the crystal waters of the creek. The wide, surging stream was named for an abortive mining attempt just upstream, as Abigail explained while they negotiated the mossy Redwood shaded trail that led through the narrow, steeply-banked watershed and down to the stream itself. Someone had made a dam out of the stream-bed rocks and a couple of fallen tree trunks and now there was a place to swim nearly neck-deep and a waterfall as the cold clear water tumbled over the homemade dam. The logs and the rocks jammed around them were coated with slick pea-green algae, making an attempt at entering the pool more an adventure than a bath.
"Last one in's a Republican!" shouted Cindy quite suddenly, and within a fraction of a second, both of the young girls had started to undress. Mike became quickly and embarrassingly aware of his predicament, but there was little or nothing he could do, short of refusing and looking like some kind of hillbilly in front of Cindy and her girlfriend. "C'mon, Mike, you chicken?" Cindy taunted, her blouse already over her head and her ripely swollen breasts standing free and proud in the sunlight that filtered down from the magestic tress overhead. A pencil-shaft beam of intense yellow brightness burst through the redwoods and onto her Venus-like torso as she tossed her thin blouse onto the grass and began to loosen her jeans.
Mike stood there dumbly, mesmerized as the two girls undressed in front of him. They were so casual about it, as if this was nothing! He envied them their openness, their seeming lack of false modesty and he wished it were only so simple for himself.
Abigail had tied her long thick red hair back with an elastic band and had unbuttoned her mini-dress down the front completely. It was an effort to keep from gasping at her incredible sensuousness as she so calmly, so matter-of-factly stripped down to the bare flesh right in front of him. "Aren't you going to join us, Mike?" she asked, and he wondered if it was his imagination or did her eyelids really flutter as she spoke. She looked directly into his eyes for an answer as she hung her dress on a low branch and, bending just slightly so that her full tender breasts dangled temptingly beneath her, tugged her tightly-fitting panties down her milky white thighs and finally over her ankles. She hung them with her dress and, giving Mike one last unmistakable glance, turned and tip-toed her way to the water's edge over the rocky bank. "You'll be sorry if you don't come on in!" she yelled and then dove flatly into the cool clear pool, throwing up a fountain of spray that splashed all over Cindy as she finished pulling off the last of her clothes.
"I'll fix you for that, Abigail!" she shrieked, rivulets of icy mountain water streaming down her face and dripping between her high-perched breasts and down onto the flat plane of her girlish belly. "Just wait 'til I get in there!" And with that she leaped clear of the last rocky ledge adjoining the pool's edge and entered the water with a resounding smacking noise that echoed through the stillness of the virginal forest.
Mike's thoughts wandered, reeled, as he tried to take it all in ... two beautiful girls, both of them naked, cavorting like a coufle of otter pups here in this secluded glen. Christ, it's just too much to be real! I must have died and gone to heaven!
He remembered a story he had once read about a pleasure palace in old San Francisco where the girls swam and played in a marble pool before the appraising stares of their potential customers. But he quickly put that flippant notion from his mind - Cindy was his girl, not both of them, and it wouldn't do to forget it. Jesus, with that temper of hers, no telling what might happen if he were to forget himself and make any kind of move toward the redhead. Still, there was no denying that the idea kind of hung there; she was, after all, an incredibly good-looking woman and any man would have to be crazy or queer to look at her like this and not think of what his chances might be in bed with her.
"Hey, are you gonna' stand there and ogle us or come in?!" shouted Cindy, Snd his face turned the color of a summer sunset as he realized he had indeed been standing there staring for quite a time. "No, I'm coming! Just thought I'd let you two warm it up a bit first!"
"We were hoping you might do that for us, handsome!" Abigail answered back with a grin. Only Mike was not so sure her words were all meant as a joke. He was more than a bit reluctant as he hurriedly undressed and edged to the water self-consciously. Damn, they could have at least looked the other way, he said to himself as they both stared at him openly. He felt like a goldfish in a room full of cats as he made his way to the diving surface of a flat rock bordering the swimming hole, but he managed to keep something resembling a smile on his face until he was relatively protected in the rippling grip of the cold water. He felt his breath leave his lungs in one gulp as he shattered the surface with a belly-flopper, but he soon recovered and paddled over to where the girls were standing, chin-deep, on a submerged boulder.
"Didn't think you'd do it," said Cindy, moving closer to him so that their naked bodies brushed occasionally beneath the water. He could feel the rigid peaks of her nipples under the surface as they tingled over his chest.
Mike backed instinctively away from her, ashamed of his own embarrassment at her boldness, though his whole body ached with desire to grab her and press her own soft fragrant flesh into his. "Uh, it really is cold in here, isn't it?" he managed lamely. He was acutely aware of Abigail's eyes on him, of the closeness of her nakedness even more than Cindy's. He tried desperately not to think of her voluptuous body so close, so vulnerable, but it was impossible.
"He's cold, Cindy," giggled the tall lithe redhead. "Maybe we should warm him up, huh?"
He thought he saw Cindy wink at the other girl but before he could be sure, they were circling him like wild Indians moving in on a wagon train, one of them at his front, the redhead moving around behind. "Hey, what's going on?" he protested weakly, shamed by the heat of his crimson in his cheeks. Hell, how could he complain? It was every man's nocturnal dream, two naked beautiful women! Only... it just didn't seem right, somehow, just not right.
"Maybe a sandwich would get him warm!" giggled Cindy and Mike only looked on confusedly at their private joke.
"Right! A Mike sandwich.. . just the thing!" shrieked Abigail from behind his back. He started to turn to face her but as he did, both the girls closed in on him tightly, Cindy pressed warmly beneath the chill mountain water against his chest and belly, and Abigail squeezed hard up against his back. God, it was unbelievable! It had to be a dream, nothing like this ever happened in real life! "Getting warmer, honey?" Cindy purred into his ear, insinuating her blatant nakedness against the full frontal length of his body. He could feel her breasts smashed against his lower chest, her nipples rigid in the chilled stream as they poked wantonly into his flesh. His hands remained at his sides, though every second of their wickedly exciting game brought him that much closer to losing control. God, how he ached to grab Cindy and pull her harder against him, to take her viciously here in this pool.... No, that wasn't true, not completely ... either of them, either of these gorgeous young creatures would do! He couldn't escape it, he was as homy for Abigail as for Cindy, though he tried to deny it even to himself. And then it began to happen. Slowly at first, like a slumbering giant waking from a deep sleep, his flaccid penis began to lengthen and grow rigid in a quickening rhythm of painful jerks that brought it finally to aching erection, hard out from his pelvis as it fought upward toward the surface as if it were alive!
"Hey, Abigail, look what I caught!" Cindy gasped with a smirking grin that was directed at Mike. "It must be an eel or something 'cause it's long and wiggly."
"Yeah, let me see. Maybe I can help you identify it!" Mike was too astounded to move. Too dumb-founded to cry out in modesty or in protest. Or was it that he did not mind it so terribly much? Was his conscience protesting out of false decency? Out of some outdated set of morals that even he did not believe in any longer?
He gave in with a sigh of relief that seemed to loosen every pore in his tortured body. "You gonna' keep it or throw it back?" he teased, his arms snaking around the blonde girl and pulling her hard and fast against his painful hardness.
Cindy let out an innocent giggle and lowered her eyelids demurely. Even though he knew it was phony as hell, it excited him all the more. "I think
I'll keep it, lover," she cooed and her legs suddenly left the rocky bottom as she threw her arms around his shoulders and hoisted herself easily, almost weightless in the water's grip. Mike could feel his loins tighten with maddening desire as she hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled her buttocks up tight against his pelvis; his achingly rigid penis was now between her thighs as she rested against him and he could feel the throbbing length of his erection slide smoothly over her wetly pulsing pussy lips, parting her pubic hair like an arrow through fine grass.
His hands reached under the water to cup the fine graceful curve of her buttocks cheeks and take the small remaining burden of her weight from her arms and legs. "Please, Mike... n-now, please. Don't wait, let's just do it now," she pleaded softly into his ear, alternating her murmured words with taunting nibbles of his tender ear lobe.
"But, Cindy . .-. here? Right here, I mean .. ." Damn it, there I go again, blushing like a fifteen-year-old with a hot date!
"Aw, go on and do it, tiger! I hear you're pretty good with the action," said Abigail brazenly. She moved against him and he felt a shiver of exquisite pleasure race alone his naked spine as her full rich breasts squeezed against his back; her thighs came in tight behind his legs and he could feel the supple smoothness of her Jong trim legs against his. "C'mon, baby, don't mind me. Maybe you could save me just a little though, huh?"
And then quite suddenly and unexpectedly, the naked redhead behind him so close in the chilly waters reached down between his legs and grabbed him firmly but tenderly by the balls. A snapping quiver raced through his body at her wickedly exciting touch. He looked - waited - to see if Cindy would respond. Surely she would get angry, fly into a jealous rage. But.. . nothing, only a sly grin on her trembling lips as they neared his. And there was no hope of stopping now, if ever there had been.
Her lips touched his and their mouths locked hungrily together in unbridled, unashamed passion. Mike felt her tongue slide over his devouring lips and probe into the wetness of his mouth and he answered with the same, pushing and tunneling down into her throat as their bodies ground together like a pair of mating salmon there in the cold waters. His fingers fumbled eagerly beneath her buttocks as she squirmed them against his loins and he found the hair-lined furrow of her vagina. She shivered in his arms as his fingers touched the sensitive, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris.
One of her arms left his shoulders and, as Abigail looked on excitedly from behind him, Cindy reached down the smooth muscular hardness of his belly and fastened her fingers around his stiffly throbbing penis and guided it quickly, without ceremony, into the eagerly clasping confines of her warm moist cunt. As he felt the first deliriously tight closing of her pussy-walls around his lustfully throbbing cock, he pulled her hips hard down onto the pleasure-giving organ, impaling her suddenly arid viciously like an insect upon this spear that jutted from his pelvis.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred as his wantonly pulsing penis burrowed deep up in her salaciously quivering belly. "Soooo good, Mike ..."
The waters were chill around them, but inside where they joined as one there was a soft clinging warmth that seemed to both of them to be the very center of their existence. Cindy sagged onto his towering manhood, countering his punishing upthrust as his hands roamed over her naked body, under the water, fondling the soft gentle swells of her richly soaring breasts and squeezing in eager handfuls the supple creamy halves of her buttocks.
He worked his penis higher up into her tightly constrictive passage, like a corkscrew in the cork of wine bottle. His passion-swollen penis was getting hotter and hotter until he felt as if the water around them should come to a gurgling boil. He held her tightly and rammed his loins up at her naked pink furrow, bringing wild moans of pleasure from her lips with every sharp furious thrust. The water around them was churning and ripples surged the furthest edges of the pool from their frantic lovemaking.
Abigail was at his neck and shoulders, though half the time he was only vaguely conscious of her, so great was his ecstatic passionate coupling.
"That's it, baby, fuck it to her!" she cried once in his ear and to his own amazement he brazenly answered her with a violent skewering thrust that brought the young blonde girl half out of the water.
Cindy wriggled her cunt around salaciously on the length of his rigid cock, tensing her milky, beautiful thighs and crying out his name. And for seconds at a time, he would stop pistoning into her and just leave his lust-bloated, hotly excited cock buried up in her to the hilt, letting her squirm around on it wantonly, savoring the delicacy of feeling her wriggling like a bitch in heat, his penis rammed into her from beneath so deeply that she could not escape its exquisite punishment if she tried. He found that she liked it that way, sawing up and down on him frantically while he relaxed and let her do all the work, crying with delight and joy at having her satisfaction completely in her ' own control.
But when he felt the impending eruption of his volcanic orgasm rising inside him, he lifted her bodily again and began to thrust furiously and savagely up into her belly, producing a cry of mingled pain and pleasure with every brutal stroke. His loins surged with a double pleasure as he sensed Abigail's delicate touch on his dangling balls, her fingertips caressing him there and along the insides of his hairy thighs. He parted his legs a bit more to allow her entry and he could feel her lingers up deeply inside his crotch, everywhere at once as her hot breath exploded on the back of his neck. God, two of them at once! It was a dream, a dream!
And when he could feel Cindy about to come, he stepped up the pace even more until she gasped loudly and contorted as if in the throes of a seizure. "Aaaaagggghhhh! I'm cumming, Mike, I'M CUMMING!" she shouted as the pool boiled around them with the fury of a hooked marling bursting from the water. And in a moment she was silent but still dazedly humping up and down, buoyed by the water until Mike could feel his penis being squeezed to the bursting point. . . and then his breath was knocked out of him as he fucked his thick viscous sperm into her, pumping it out as if from an endless well.
Cindy hung there for a moment more, resting her weight on his strong arms and then she pushed away from him with one last kiss and a weak smile on her face. She rolled onto her back and glided away, like perhaps a mermaid who, having found her satisfaction, was swimming back into the depths. He watched absently as she neared the pool's edge and climbed onto the rocky bank, water running in rivulets from her glistening nakedness.
His knees grew weak as Abigail edged around him, her arms around his neck. She kissed him playfully and reached for his penis under the water. Cindy watched them eagerly, a smile of approval on her face that he could not understand - yet - but did not question.
He let his eyes roam over the cathedral-like floor of the virginal Redwood forest that surrounded them, taking in the burnt reds of the needle carpet beneath the trees, the heavy ominous trunks of the magnificent trees. And for an instant, he was certain he could see the vague shadowy figure of a .man, crouching. Hunched over there in the dimness of the forest where he should not be, his cat's eyes gleaming with an emotion Mike dared not gauge. But before his mind could sift this through as reality or imagination, the figure was gone, off through the forest like a silent animal.
Mike opened his mouth to speak, to see if Cindy or Abigail could see what he thought was there, but as he did so, the naked redhead closed her ravenously eager lips on his and pumped his still-flaccid cock between their closely-pressed bellies until it began to harden again.
"Now me, Mike, now me!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Allen Ames stopped short of the big house, half-stooped in a thicket of laurel trees to catch his breath. That bastard had seen him, of course he had. It was a stupid move getting so close like that. He should have stayed back in the sanctuary of the undergrowth, but no, like a fool he had to move in for a better look.
He had seen it all, the shameless cunts, playing up to that guy like he was a god or something. They were like all the others. No, worse than the others. Hippies, long-haired hippie girls with no underwear and no morals, just like the ones back in Colorado. And that one at San Francisco State College. Goddamn the luck! That son of a bitch Mike was there, I remember him!
Why did he have to show up here now? Who could have sent him after me? He must know who I am. The police! Jesus! That's it, he's an undercover police agent and he's here to take me back to that place. And this time they'll see to it that I don't get away again.
Or maybe he's hot a cop. The girl. Yeah, maybe the girl sent him after me! And he's not here to take me back but. . . to kill me! That's it, he's working for that slut from the college!
And they'll believe her again, fust like before. I won't have a chance if I have to go to court again. They didn't believe me then, so why should it be different now. She was a slut, no good, and she deserved what I did to her. Why couldn't they see it, it was so obvious. Even those stupid flat-footed cops should have known what she was up to. Everyone knew what she was like, everyone! She was a bitch slut and she Was throwing her legs open for every guy with long hair on the campus. Three, four at a time, they had her, fucked her until she was bloated with their vile discharges. And she dared to say I was not her type. . . hell, I was far too good for her, far too good. And she turned me down! Me! Of course I raped her, she deserved it! And now she's sent this agent to find me, to get even. To rape me, that's it, to rape me! And kill me like I should have killed her.
But no, it won't happen. I will not be caught this time. I'll find a way, I will. I only need some time. I must not give myself away, not now. I've come too far and lived free too long to blow it all now. I'll wait. I'll think this out, word by word, until I have the answer. And then Mike Carlyle will pay. He'll pay with his guts!
Allen breathed deeply until he had regained his composure, his face clear and his eyes bright again. He waited a moment longer until a smile eased across his lips and then he re-entered the house. Nancy was the first person he encountered and he reveled in his good luck. "Hey, got a minute?" he asked.
She looked up, a bit startled, as Allen was one she really did not know yet. "Sure. What is it?"
"Oh, nothing much, I just thought we might talk a while. That is, if you're not busy or something."
"Uh, well, actually I was going to look for Mike.
You haven't seen him, have you?"
"No, not lately. He's down in the stream, fucking those slut pigs like he's a stud stallion! Why don't we sit over by those trees and wait for him. I'd like to hear all about you. And your brother. People fascinate me, you see. He'll be alone soon, I'm sure of it."
CHAPTER SIX
Tonight was a big night for the whole "family" at Yellow Pine, as Melanie had invited some artist friends from the tiny community of Mendocino up for a party. Some of the girls had spent most of the afternoon cleaning up and working in the kitchen with the huge restaurant-sized pot of spaghetti sauce, a regular for special occasions that called for lots of food. Records had been pooled or borrowed and Dave Richer, the kid from Chicago, had spent the whole day taping them to make a three-hour tape to play during and after dinner. The four children now living with their respective mothers at Yellow Pine were fed early and hustled off to bed and now the dinner was nearly ready.
Dave's tape was working out perfectly. Fast, soul-sound music at first, when the others were arriving and when everyone was getting acquainted. And now that the spaghetti was being heaped onto serving plates and the sauce ladled out, the big dining room reverberated with the silken feminine tones of Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell.
Mike was sitting beside Cindy and Abigail was working with the kitchen bunch. He watched her hurry in with plate after plate of piping hot spaghetti and he marvelled at her boundless energy. How could she seem so exuberant after all they had done earlier down at the pool? He was barely able to sit up without falling asleep in his dinner, but she seemed to have just arisen from a restful nap. He was not too happy about Nancy's choice of dinner company, but there was not really much vhe could say about it. After all, he had no real reason for disliking that guy Allen. It was just something about him. Maybe he just didn't like his face.
Cindy rubbed her bare foot along the side of his leg under the table as they ate their spaghetti and garlic bread and tossed salad. Mike was somewhat at a loss for conversation, for the artist friends from Mendocino talked only of colors and light and media and of galleries and showings and one-man exhibitions. And the commune people talked of the seasons' organic vegetable crop and the house accounts' balance and the perils of the encroaching Redwood loggers from Ft. Bragg, just up the coast.
"Isn't this sauce fantastic, Mike?" He looked up, startled, for the friendly voice was his sister's. She had been more than aloof to him since he did not return to their room last night and, he had to admit it, he felt somewhat sheepish about talking to her now. He supposed he was afraid down deep that she would ridicule him. And that was the one thing he didn't care to face how. Criticism, yes. Ridicule, no. He'd taken more than his share for joining the Marines at a time when most of his friends were picketing the Vietnam war. How could he have explained to them that the war was not part of his reasons for enlisting? But that was the past now and Cindy Johnston, while part of the past too, was now most of the future.
"Yeah, it sure is," he answered cheerily. "I'd be fatter'n hell if I lived here, what with all this good food every day."
Cindy stopped her fork in mid-stride. "Aren't you going to stay, Mike? I mean, I thought you wanted to stay here at Yellow Pine. At least for a while."
Mike stalled, aware that at least several pairs of eyes and ears were directed at him. "Uh, sure, I'd like to. But... what would I do? I don't have a job and I don't have any money to speak of. I couldn't just live here for free."
"Lots of people here don't have jobs, Mike," Dave Richer had been listening to their conversation from across the huge table. "At least, not the kind of jobs you're talking about. But we all contribute something to the welfare of the others. You'd be welcome here and you wouldn't have to worry about earning your way. There's always plenty to be done."
"That's right," said Cindy, nodding her head. "And I think you'd like it here." She rubbed his leg again enticingly beneath the table. "And Nancy, too, if she wanted to stay."
Nancy felt herself blush at the mention of moving in. "I don't think I'm quite ready for commune life, Cindy, but thanks anyway. I suppose I'll always be a small town girl at heart."
Allen Ames looked up from the opposite end of the table, his ears straining to pick up bits of their conversation without being too obvious. A country girl at heart, huh... maybe lean do something to change that!
An idea was forming at the back of his mind, an idea that might solve his problem with that bastard who was after him. Sure, that's it! Strike first, catch him by surprise!
He lowered his eyes to his plate, for his grin now was a very special one. Only for himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy had second thoughts about leaving the party with Allen almost immediately, but she quickly shrugged them off. And why shouldn't she? Mike was off somewhere with Cindy again, as usual, and there was hardly anyone else paying attention to her. It was that same old story again - Cindy was getting all her older brother's attention and he had no time left for her.
It had been that way in high school when Cindy and Mike were dating. She had wished many times she had never introduced them, for once they started going together, she would have needed an appointment to see her brother.
like the time when the church was having a father and daughter banquet to commemorate Father's Day and her dad was away on a business trip. She had asked Mike weeks in advance to take her father's place so they could go together, but when the night finally arrived, Mike excused himself with the lame excuse that he had made a date earlier with Cindy and it was too late to break it. Naturally, it was probably a little thing to him, but Nancy had remembered it all these years. He wouldn't even recall it, she was certain, but it hurt even now when she remembered how upset she had been.
Before Cindy came into her brother's life, he had always found time for her, never shunning her like so many older brothers did, ashamed to be seen by the fellows with their sisters. Mike always took her everywhere, to the movies, for rides in his car, even down to the drive-in sometimes. It made her feel particularly good, knowing that he took a lot of kidding for showing up with her so often. She was proud that Mike thought enough of her to stand up to all the needling, no matter what. But all that changed the night he started dating Cindy. And she had been her best friend before! She and Cindy just never seemed to be as close after that, even after Mike went away to the Marines. Oh, they still spent a lot of time together, even thought once or twice of going to college as room-mates until Cindy dismissed college as "meaningless," but it just was not the same feeling between them. Almost as if there was some hint of jealousy there, though Nancy certainly never thought of it in that context.
She and Mike had never done anything wrong, of course, not like those Appalachian families she had read about where the father and brothers sometimes shared the family's girls like so many whores. Actually, they had strayed a bit far over the limits of what is acceptable growing-up fun, but only that once. It was on a Saturday afternoon not too long before Mike suddenly enlisted in the Marine Corps, surprising everyone in the family. Mom and Dad were away visiting one of Dad's brothers who was ill in Sacramento. He was only moderately sick, she remembered, ill enough to warrant a drive to Sacramento, not lingering on death's doorstep so that the whole family would be taken along. They were home alone and the winter weather was miserable. Mike had finished his term at San Francisco State College and was trying to decide whether to return, so he was obviously more than a little nervous and upset. And Nancy, being a good sister, was aiding him in all the hand-wringing and head-nodding that goes along with being worried. Mike sneaked out to his car late in the afternoon and brought into the house a bottle of bourbon, half-empty, that he had hidden in the spare tire well in the trunk. Nancy had refused it at first, watching incredulously as her brother drank the strong stuff down like he had been doing it for years, but she finally relented and agreed to have "just a little" in some Coke.
"Getting drunk, kid?" he had teased her, grinning so smugly that she had to take another drink just to prove him wrong. But he was not wrong, for not only was she drunk, she was plastered. And to make matters worse, so was Mike. Emboldened by the bourbon, it was not long before the preposterous giggling and tickling became something else entirely. It was innocent enough even then, just something between a brother and sister that was not meant as dirty or erotic or even sensuous. But Nancy could only remember it as she had felt it that afternoon.
Mike's hand on her then-budding breast had been nothing more than a brotherly tease, something he might not have done had he been sober, but still nothing more than that in any case. He had been kidding her about her newly ripening figure, "Finally got some tits there, huh kid?" or words to that effect. But when his hand patted her there as he laughed at her sheepish embarrassment, she was grateful that he could not know the feelings in her body at that moment. For it was not from his teasing gesture that she was embarrassed. No, the red in her cheeks was because of what she felt, what she knew was wrong to even think about - she liked his hand there and she wished he would leave it.
"Want some of this good stuff?" Nancy was jolted back to the present, back to Mendocino
County and Yellow Pine. She had come upstairs with Allen without thinking, moments after she noticed that Mike had disappeared from the party downstairs, apparently with Cindy as she was missing also. She was just starting to wonder now if it,was a mistake, but it seemed childish to worry so in a house filled with people, though they were a long way from the others on the north side of the long upstairs corridor. Allen seemed okay, if maybe a bit strange somehow, and he had promised her something for her headache. All the music being played so loudly downstairs, coupled with the big meal and wine, was giving her an awful throbbing ache in the back of her head.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I guess I was daydreaming. What did you say?" she asked, standing by the window of the tiny room, overlooking the hillside below and the faint distant lights of some California farming town nestled between two peaks in the coastal mountain range. The lights reminded her of the circus lights far off once when she was a child and the memory was pleasant; she had not thought of it in years.
"I said, how about some of this? It's fantastic South American grass. Something special I keep around, not for gang scenes like that downstairs."
"No thanks, but I would like that aspirin for my headache."
"Yeah, sure, but try a little of this while I dig them out of my backpack, okay? It's really good stuff." He handed her a tiny thin cigarette and she took it without further argument. She had smoked this stuff before and she did not figure it would do any harm to try it again, though she knew it couldn't do her headache any good. She took a deep pull and held the potent smoke in her lungs until they ached, then expelled it all in a quick breath. Allen had found the aspirins by then and he offered her a couple which she gladly downed with just a gulped mouthful of tap water from the adjoining bathroom. "Pretty wild hemp, eh?" he said strangely, his grin a little cock-eyed. But Nancy attributed the noticeable change to the marijuana and was not particularly alarmed, though she was ready not to rejoin the others downstairs.
"Guess maybe we ought to be getting back," she said pointedly. "We'll have everyone talking if we don't hurry." She managed a wan smile but she could see that Allen had something else in mind.
"We'll go in a minute. Let's finish this joint first." He passed it back to her and she took another deep pull, breathing it into her body in a thick pungent cloud of acrid smoke. "There, that's better," he said when she had exhaled again. Nancy opened her mouth to speak but the words just wouldn't come. Her head was suddenly spinning like a child's top and there was a new, frightening intensity to the sounds and colors and forms of the California night. She was frightened ... she had never intended to lose control of herself like this. Marijuana should not have affected her this way, unless . . . unless there was something else in it!
"W-what have you given me, Allen? I-I feel sort of funny . . . dizzy like."
He smiled menacingly and for the first time Nancy could sense something evil and terrifying in his eyes. They seemed cold and unreal, as if unattached to his body and mind, two gray orbs floating in space. "It's just a special blend I fixed up. Little of this, little of that. You know, cocaine and good strong hemp, a couple of secret ingredients."
She had to sit down on the edge of his bed before she lost her balance completely and fell. Her blood seemed to rush from her brain as she felt her thighs touch the mattress and for a moment she blacked out. Just for an instant and then she had recovered but when she opened her eyes and focused again, Allen was completely naked! She gasped out loud in sheer terror but there was no way she could speak, so great was her sudden fear as she shivered violently from head to toe. She could not let this happen, she couldn't!
Allen moved slowly toward her and she quickly covered her mouth to stifle a cry as she glimpsed for the first time in the dimness of his room the immensity of his wantonly-throbbing penis jutting from the thicket of pubic hair beneath his muscular flat abdomen. His eyes seemed now to bulge frighteningly from their sockets as he mentally undressed her, pausing as he lingered over the choicer parts of her anatomy.
"Get your dress off," he commanded. He was a different person. It was incredible, like she had come in here with one man and now she was trapped with another.
Nancy shook her head firmly, as much angry as afraid now. After all, there was a houseful of people downstairs, even if that was a long way from here. "No. I won't. And if you come a step closer, HI scream rape so loud they'll hear me in San Francisco!"
"Take it off, cunt! I won't ask you again!" She would not escape him now, that was certain. He would take care of her first and then see to that meddling brother of hers, if he was really her brother. Most likely a man and woman police team, or a pair of hired assassins paid off to find him and get even. That bitch at the college, it had to be her doing! Or maybe those two cops that made the arrest. They weren't satisfied with sending me away, they want blood vengeance, only they're not men enough to come after me themselves! Nancy looked for a way out of the room, but Allen's powerful frame blocked the only door and she knew she could never get past him quickly enough. "Let me go right this minute or I'll scream. I mean it!" she snapped, hoping upon hope that her sternness was convincing for she was knotted up inside with fear. "I'm warning you, I'll scream and bring everyone up here."
Allen grinned broadly at her bravery and it was only then that she noticed his hand hidden inside a faded surplus duffel bag that rested on the opposite end of his bed. His grin became an obscene leering smile, the self-assured smile of conquest, as he brought his hand out of the bag and held it out in front of him. He had a gun! It was a revolver just like she had seen police carrying back in Fresno and it was aimed directly at her belly. "Now maybe you'll do as you're told, bitch!"
"Oh, please, no, p-please," she begged, her fear unmasked now. "I won't say a word about this, honest! Just let me go, please!"
Her heart stopped at the fearful sound of the revolver's hammer being cocked back beneath his thumb. "No more talking, goddamn you! Get out of those clothes and keep your mouth shut or I'll shoot you right here. I know who you are and what you're doing here, only I've got the first move. You thought you could outsmart me but it didn't work."
"No, please, you must have me mixed up with someone else. I've never seen you before, not before coming here. I'm just along for the ride with my brother. That's the truth, really!"
"No more lies! That's all I ever get - lies! Lies from the police, lies from that girl, lies from those doctors. I'm sick of it, do you understand!? Now strip for me, cunt, or they'll be stripping clothes off your corpse!"
Nancy knew she had to do something to buy some time, even if it meant taking her dress off in front of this man. She slipped it over her head with trembling fingers, standing before him in just her brassiere and panties. He gazed wildly at her long bare legs, so pertly trim and smooth, her firm breasts which made little mounds over the cups of her brassiere, her snowy-white midriff, the gentle girlish swell of her trim hips. His penetrating look frightened her even more and she said, gasping, "I can't do it, I can't! Please, I've never done anything like this before!"
"Oh, come off it. Next you'll be telling me you're a virgin."
"But I am, I promise you! I am a virgin! Please, don't do this, please!" Her voice was getting louder and louder, nearly a scream, and the husky blonde man raised the gun barrel until it was pointed between her tear-filled eyes.
"I'm only going to ask you this once ... no more talking, cunt!" He came toward her. His eyes told her there was no chance of escape. She could risk yelling for help, hoping that the gun was only a bluff, but something about that inhuman coldness in his stare told her it was for real. She felt a shivering pain in her belly as she thought of those pistol slugs ripping into her flesh. No, God, anything was better than that, anything!
Suddenly his hungry, probing lips engulfed hers as his powerful bare arms encircled her, gun still at the ready, though she could not see it. He sucked her tongue and lips into his ravenously devouring mouth and she tried feebly to struggle but she could barely stand. She knew she could very easily collapse in a helpless pile on the floor at any second from the potent drug he had sneaked into her body. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth, swirling around thickly and wetly inside. He seemed enormous, like some fairy-tale giant, completely overpowering her at every turn.
"N-No, please, let me go, please. . ." She squirmed like a rabbit in the strong paws of a wolf, but he moved her with him across to the bed as if they were one body, flowing fluidly with her feeble struggles so that her squirming and tossing was all in vain. She felt a great, frenzied fear in her belly and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The dizziness grew worse and the whole room was spinning drunkenly around her.
She found the ceiling was straight ahead ... it couldn 't be true! It seemed to be coming down to meet her and his bulging, distended eyes seemed to join it, staring at her like two unattached orbs floating in the dark night.
She struggled vaguely turning her face away, but his weight was crushing on her, stifling her breath, smashing her very heart and organs beneath him. Her brassiere and the flimsy sheerness of her bikini-cut panties were being ripped away savagely and she could hear them tearing in half as he pulled at them viciously, like an animal in heat.
His body seemed to be completely over her, covering her in a masculine wave of eager, perspiring flesh. His hands were everywhere - on her face, sliding over her exposed jutting breasts, down between the insides of her thighs. She had to scream as suddenly there was a deep thrusting entry as if his fist had been rammed with all his strength up between her outspread legs. She gasped and jerked away but the intruding hardness followed her and the wet mouth came back onto hers, stifling any cry she might have made. A red-hot poker of super-heated steel was in her, ramming up between her open trembling thighs and on into her soft cuntal depths so that her very insides seemed to be searing with agonizing heat and her whole body was coming apart. Watery tears ran dowiv her cheeks and she began to sob and the room spun around and around and finally . .. she was blessedly gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed much later when Nancy finally managed to open her eyes and regain at least most of her consciousness. She was still groggy and unsteady, but she could tell the party was still going on, for the music was the first thing she noticed when she began to come around. She was aware that her breasts were being stroked and fondled and for a long few seconds, she could not remember what had happened and why she was here, but the agonizing remembrance soon came back with a searing jolt.
She quickly discovered that she was on her side on the bed in Allen's room, completely naked from head to toe and he was behind her, pressed hotly along her full length. The room seemed strange to her as she had forgotten how it looked only a short while ago when she had entered of her own free will. Her head ached and there was an ominous throbbing pain between her legs where her vagina felt battered and bruised. It felt as though something was wedged there inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually it all came back to her. Without moving her eyes to the strong hand that rubbed over her breasts, she knew who it was and what had happened. She was not a virgin any longer.
Yes, she had finally lost it. And not to her first true love, not to her husband on her wedding night, not even to some romantic Latin who swept her off her feet. But to this guy she hardly knew in this sordid little room filled with the smells of dirty socks and soiled underwear. And how she must have lost it, judging from the inflamed aching between her legs. But it did not seem to matter all that much now somehow. It was over and done and nothing mattered but getting away from this unspeakable vile animal and back to the others. And Mike! Holy Christ, she couldn't bring herself to tell him about this, but yet he would know surely. It must be written on her face .like the scarlet letter. She managed to speak through parched, still-trembling lips. "Could I have some water, please?"
The hot hand traced down her belly and the fingers moved over her hip to rest on the hollow of her buttocks. There was a muffled grunt and Allen pulled himself off the bench. "Sure, baby, after all that you deserve anything you want."
He came into view between her feet and she watched this huge man as he went into the bathroom and brought her some water in a greasy glass. It seemed impossible that this man, this stranger, had just robbed her of her virginity. It just was impossible to believe.
Allen handed her the glass and she quickly gulped it down, mindless now of the finger stains around the glass and he climbed over her and lay down again behind her, tight against her backside. She ignored his heavy heat as she felt his erection once again poking into the cleavage of her buttocks. "You were all right for a virgin, baby. I didn't believe you when you said you were a cherry. It just didn't fit into the picture."
"What picture?"
"Now, don't start up with me again. I told you before I'm on to you and your friend as well."
Nancy shook her head. She could see it was hopeless, but it didn't seem to make any difference what he thought now. "Yeah, okay, you're on to us, if that's what makes you happy."
He chuckled behind her and she felt his pulsing penis pressing harder against her buttocks and she shivered nervously as he slipped his fingers around her waist, drawing her tender young ass against his hairy loins. .
"I-I have to go back downstairs now. It must be late and ..."
"Stop worrying. They'll never miss you down there, and well both be going soon enough. I've got something special planned." Nancy was confused but she knew enough to know that those words meant trouble. His body pressed very close to her and his lips took a gentle nibble from the warm nape of her neck to her shoulder. She lay still, afraid and uncooperative, hoping her lack of response would make him leave her alone. She was amazed at her own coolness; she would have expected hysterics or something, but now that it was over it did not seem quite the catastrophic disaster she might have guessed.
She had no strength left to resist as she felt his hand ooze between her thighs where her buttocks joined them in a dimpled crease. She was paraiized with dread and fear,as his fingers began to caress the lips of her pouting vagina, but she remembered the gun he still had somewhere, cocked and loaded and ready for her if she refused him. His fingers entered her crudely, roughly intruding themselves between the moist bruised lips of her cuntal softness, stroking the warm sensitive walls of her vaginal sheath, still numbly quivering from his assault. Her insides contracted involuntarily in pleasure, and she moaned a soft cry and was immediately ashamed of herself for it, though she knew a woman was helpless to hide her body's responses when a man caressed her there, even if it was against her will like this. His rigid penis oozed between her thighs like a reptile after his fingers and poked and prodded shamelessly for the opening between her ravished fleshy lips.
"N-No, please, not again. I can't take it again. I ache all over now, can't you just leave me alone. I won't tell on you, honest! I'll never tell."
"Oh, I'm not worried about that, cunt. When the time comes, I'll do all the telling. Now shut up and act right or you won't live to fuck anybody else. And I know you'd hate that, wouldn't you? You're just like the rest underneath, ready for a man anytime, day or night, the more the better. No morals, like an alley cat in heat!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but please let me go, please!" She felt the cold frightening touch of steel on her temple and she spoke no more. Now the thick purplish head of his aching cock had again found the reddened folds of her moist vaginal flesh and she groaned painfully as it moved into her already ravished pussy, but he was heedless of her pain. The instant it was inside her, he seemed to lose himself in an insane frenzy of lust and desire. Suddenly his breath came up from inside him as though he was possessed by some demon, in raking gasps, as he began to fuck her furiously with his thick, hardened cock, burrowing so completely into her that she cried out in agony. "Oh, God, you're hurting me... ! Stop, please!"
But he held her securely, with one hand curving around each hip so that his strong fingers bit into the tender flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of crashing waves, each one more powerful than the last. She gasped and squirmed like a pig stuck on the end of a lance. His thighs felt hairy and bristly along the sensitive undersides of her behind as he pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her shame-knotted belly, up to her breasts and into her throat with his deep skewering thrusts. Sometimes he hurt her even more, with a sudden burst of pain as he snapped his powerful hip muscles and flicked his immensely swollen penis in her cuntal depths. At other moments it seemed as if he was exploding like blasting powder deep inside her, spreading wide parts of her hidden anatomy that had always been private and treasured secrets.
Behind her on the mattress he was like a raving lunatic, tossing and whirling and moaning as he battered into her vagina, smashing his hard pelvis against her buttocks. "Getting to you, huh? like it, slut, like it?" he cursed half under his breath.
She heard him gasp loudly as his fingers dug deeply into her belly, making her squeal with fresh unreal pain. "Aaaaawww, please, please!" She felt an extra pressure against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her until she was moving onto her knees on the unstable mattress, his desire-swollen cock still firmly embedded in her 'tight - cuntaT orifice like a bung in a barrel. He tugged and yanked until she reluctantly moved with his guiding effort, although this degrading position made her feel horribly debased, like a servant kneeling before her master in fear and subjugation. She now knew what it must feel like to be a prostitute, just another piece of flesh for some man's twisted amusement.
Now he slithered close between her widespread thighs, pushing them even more apart with his knees and he squirmed his turgid cock right up, deeper, up to the very hilt in her cuntal moistness. Now that she was spread out this way, he seemed to invade her even deeper, splitting her tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her panting lips.
Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her down so that her youthfully firm buttocks soared up toward his face. She felt totally naked and abused, completely at his mercy. Her loins began to tingle and contract with a thousand red-hot pinpricks brushing one another, sending millions of shivering tiny chills racing along her bare spinal ridges and throughout her lush young body from the molten nucleus of her vagina. Something strange was happening to her, some transition that flared first deep in her womb and then spread like a malignancy through her whole naked body. Something was changing the monstrous fear and abomination and shame into .. . Oh my God, into desire!
His groin buffeted her buttocks with a steady bruising force that shook her very bones with every cruel thrust of his pelvis against her upturned ass cheeks. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were closed and she could do nothing to resist him, nothing to fight the welling fury of a woman's passion that was seizing control of her yery insides as though she were possessed. She tried to cry out, but she could only cough and gasp in a rising seizure of savage desire. He squirmed and skewered, bringing a muffled gasp from her throat with every painful inward thrust of his punishing organ. His hotly throbbing cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, probably deeper and deeper up into her body until she was filled completely inside with his hugeness. Her dangling breasts beneath her kneeling torso heaved and swayed as she discovered herself writhing rhythmically on the end of his distended penis, swaying in time with his deep, punishing thrusts.
She was incredibly sore, but afire now with a great building pressure, a liquid screaming urgency deep in her loins that ached to be set free. She could think of nothing but the agonizingly sweet build-up deep in her belly. Somehow she had never thought it could happen like this to her, and certainly not in conditions like tonight. But it was happening!
The huildup grew into a great, ever expanding bubble which was swelling to several times its real size. She screamed and screamed again, and the stretched bubble burst and it seemed like blood rushing from her loins in a torrent, hot and fluid, and she screamed again with the tears of fright and ecstasy and shuddering relief running in streams down her trembling cheeks. She was sure someone must have heard her downstairs, but when a moment passed and there was no response, she guessed they had not.
She began to calm a little, though she was still quivering all over and her stomach was quaking as if she had just been beaten half to death - and still he was stuffing his lust-thickened penis up into her sperm-inundated cuntal orifice with unrelenting fury, gasping through his teeth and practically hurling her subserviently kneeling body from the bed with every forward powerful thrust. Now her briefly forgotten soreness was returning and even worse than before now that her orgasm had come and gone. Her painfully throbbing vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife if a dozen places. She gritted her teeth, wondering just how long she could stand it and then she heard him muttering, cursing her, under his quickening breath.
"You're so fucking tight, so goddamn tight!" he choked, and his muttering grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose to a gasping cough and exploded in a fiercely growling bark. She felt nothing in her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrusts slowed to a slow grind and then his massive penis was wildly jerking. t . and she knew he was emptying his seething, viscous sperm inside her, filling her belly with his cum. Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through her drug-numbed mind, of how she might get pregnant and have to bear his child or face the agony of an abortion. And then he fell forward on her with a groan and the mountain of a man collapsed her like so much shaky scaffolding under his weight, pinning her flat against the mattress, her tender nipples smashed against the coarse bedspread. He lay there a long time, gasping to recover his breath and muttering unintelligible things that meant nothing to Nancy beneath him.
A few minutes passed and she gathered enough air from her lungs to complain of his crushing weight on her tiny form and he rolled off and walked to the window. She saw that the ubiquitous pistol was again in his hand and she wiped the sticky trail of semen from her thighs with the edge of his pants while he was looking away.
She began to pick up her scattered clothes, searching here and there under the few pieces of furniture. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his limp flaccid penis dangling between his thighs and hanging just slightly over the edge of the mattress.
"I'm going back downstairs now, Allen," she said quietly, gauging his response. She was not even thinking now of telling Mike, for she wanted no one to know of the shame that she felt at this very moment.
"You can go wKen I say so and not before. I don't want you and your friend getting together."
Nancy looked at him unbelievingly. "My friend. Do you mean my brother Mike?"
"Ha! There you go again with that tired old story!"
Nancy stood there gaping at him . . .Christ, he was as nutty as a fruitcake! What else could he want of her now, there was nothing left to take. Ignoring his command, she found her panties and marveled that they were not ripped as she had thought, though her brassiere was torn in half between the soft unlined cups. She stepped into her panties, gingerly lifting her legs as bolts of pain rippled through her bruised thighs.
"Put those panties back where you found them," he snapped. "I'm not ready yet."
She could not believe it. She had been stripped like a common whore, screwed half to death until she ached all over, paraded naked before him like an Oriental slave girl. And he still wanted more! "I'm going downstairs, like it or not," she said bravely, screwing up her courage.
He stood up slowly, unbending and stretching until he seemed five times her size towering over her. "Cunt, I'll break your back if you don't do as I say. I've done it before and I don't mind doing it again. Now . . . take those pants off!"
A courage-giving shot of adrenaline suddenly spurted into her blood and she lashed out at him like a rabid dog, her nails ripping his face. Her hand lashed across his eyes and he was caught by surprise. For a moment he made no effort to defend himself as he was not accustomed to girls with so much spunk. He put up his hand to defend himself and she bit it with every ounce of summoned courage she could dredge up: she tasted the salty tanginess of blood as her teeth dug deeply into his flesh. He cried out in surprise and in pain and dropped for a moment to the edge of the bed. Nancy remembered in that instant of panic what she had always been told to do in a situation like this - the one punch a frail young girl could hope to use that would bring an attacker to his knees. With her bare foot she struck out at his limp leathery balls as they dangled under his thick rubbery penis.
He anticipated her move, though, and jerked away, reducing her devastating blow to a glancing brush that he could barely feel. He scrambled to his feet as she lashed at him again, his bulging eyes gray-cold, without a trace of humanness and filled with maniacal fury. He seized her arm and threw her roughly onto the bed, and she hit with such force that she bounced off the wall behind her like a ricocheting bullet. She realized then how very much stronger he was than her, but her blood was boiling from the indignities he had heaped upon her and she sprang at him again as he came at her sputtering and gasping. "Leave me alone, goddamn you! You're crazy, that's what you are, you're crazy!" she cried and instantly regretted it.
He looked at her for a moment, a mask of monstrous anger coming over his face, and then he flattened her with one,vicious slap that echoed in the enclosed quarters just as her fingernails tore across his hairy chest, leaving their mark in tiny red trails. He fell across her, knocking the breath from her lungs and she bit the same hand again until he pulled away and roughly threw her onto her stomach on the bed. "You'll be sorry for that, you slut bitch! You'll regret it, all right!"
He slapped the back of her head roughly with his open palm, stunning her momentarily, wheezing between his clenched teeth with a savage fury. He yanked the flimsy panties down off her legs, exposing her naked body with her slim waist and reddened, cum-smeared buttocks cheeks. He knelt with all his weight on her smooth em blemished back and began spanking her smoothly rounded ass cheeks with hot stinging slaps, swinging his opened hand against her bruised flesh with all his terrible strength.
"Aaaawwww," she whimpered and moaned from the excruciating pain. "Oh God! Stop it please, please!"
She struggled savagely, but with his weight pinning her, she could only writhe her hips under the fury of his slashing, stinging blows which fell fast and furious across the smooth, ivory-white orbs of tender flesh, first on her quivering buttocks and then on her thighs.
"Animal! You're a crazy animal!" she spat at him, but there was no escaping the stinging force of his right hand as it smashed across her fragile flesh. Her buttocks began to sting, to feel bloody raw and open and her struggles slowly weakened. She was exhausted and tears of tired rage and futility clouded her eyes.
He pulled off his belt from his pants lying on the floor at his feet and she caught a glimpse of the hand-tooled wide leather strap out of the corner of one eye. "Oh, no, dear God, no! You wouldn't!"
She struggled furiously. This couldn't be real, not real! There were no people like this alive. It had to be an awful nightmare. One person could not inflict such horrible indignities on another so callously. She cringed and closed her eyes, trembling with anxious fear as she waited for the crippling sting to burn over her nakedly quivering flesh. But she was spared that at least, for he only used it to tie her hands behind her back.
He dumped her over the edge of the low bed, folding her in the middle like a ragdoll, her legs trailing to the floor. He pushed her ravished thighs apart once again, kneeling behind her, his pelvis hard up against her as before. And he began to push his rigid, blood-filled penis up between her thighs, crushing her painfully as he bent over her tiny body. She began to sob hopelessly as his punishing shaft burrowed up and up into her defenseless cuntal opening. He gave a panting, lewdly vicious chuckle, but his snickers soon became a rhythmic groan of lust as he raped her again.
And when he was finished with the sobbing young girl, he dumped her onto the wooden floor with a jarring thud and released her tied wrists. "Get dressed now, whore. We're going to have some more fun downstairs!"
CHAPTER NINE
Nancy eased her way down the dimly lit stairs ahead of Allen as he had ordered her, following his instructions not to move quickly or say or do anything that would draw attention to them. She was shaky on her feet, her knees buckling like a newborn foal, and she steadied herself on the stair rail, gingerly taking the steps one at a time. He had the gun with him, she knew, and she was not anxious to make any sudden moves that might alarm him. Nancy had no doubts now that he would use that gun if she crossed him.
There were a couple of knowing looks as they rejoined the small crowd milling about the large open living room, but most of them hardly noticed at all. Someone had extinguished the lights and lit candles and she was glad for that, for the low-key lighting concealed their return. She scoured the faces for Mike and found him near the stereo talking to another guy. Her heart jumped at the sight of him; how she wanted to call his name and rush to his side. Just like when they were kids, Nancy was sure he could make things all right, like big brothers always did. Only this time she wondered if there was any way out at all.
And then Mike spotted her and moved across the room toward her, his right hand wrapped around a bottle of beer from the kitchen. He smiled as he saw her and then his smile changed to a look of puzzlement and apprehension as he approached his sister's side. "What's wrong, Nancy? You look all white. And you're trembling, trembling like a leaf. What is it?"
Nancy tried to avert her eyes from his but when she did she caught a glimpse of the cruel menacing anger in Allen's face. Mike was right, she was shaking all over and she could not stop herself. "N-Nothing, Mike, I'm just a little under the weather, I guess."
Mike looked at her face, disbelieving, and then at Allen standing behind her and to one side. "You're not leveling with me, Nancy," he said very calmly and deliberately, not raising his voice for the others to hear, but directing it right at her and at Allen.
"It's the t-truth, honest," she blurted.
Mike stepped closer and placed his hands on her upper arms, giving her a concerned shake. "What's wrong, damn it? Something has happened to you. I can see it written all over your face. I haven't been your brother all these years for nothing. Now what is it?"
Nancy could not stand another second. She tried not to break, to hold it all in, but there was no way to take any more of this. "Mike! He's got a gun! Look out!" she cried and threw herself against her brother's chest. Acting more from instinct than thought, Mike pushed her aside with one quick snap of his arms and went for Allen's solar plexus with a stiff arm shot that caught him dead on. Allen coughed in pain and fell away, but before Mike could finish with him with a well-placed karate kick to the groin, the pistol was aimed at his face and Allen was backing out of range.
"Hold it, you bastard!" Allen growled, holding his free hand to his chest where it throbbed from Mike's unexpected punch. His lungs ached for air as he fought to regain his breath, but his gun hand was steady. And Mike could see that it was loaded and cocked. He froze in his tracks, not moving a muscle. Mike had seen enough deaths by gunshot when he was in the Marines to tell him not to chance taking this nut's pistol away; just one easy squeeze on that trigger^ and he was done for. "Get over here where I can see you. Now! And don't any of the rest of you go getting any notions of becoming heroes."
Cindy and Abigail and the others were suspended in time, congealed by the sight of what had just happened. It was like watching a movie - everyone believed it was real, but somehow it seemed so far away, so remote. Dave Richer was the first to speak as he had been talking to Mike when Allen and Nancy came down the stairs and he was beginning to think of him as a friend.
"Allen, what is it, man? Have you freaked out or something?"
"Shut up! I don't want anyone saying anything unless they're told to. And that goes for all of you." He kept glancing between his captive and the others, but the gun could easily cover anyone in the room without moving thirty degrees and no one wanted to argue with a bullet.
"Come on, Allen, put the gun away," continued Dave bravely. "We're all friends here. You haven't got any reason to be using something like that."
"Don't say any more, Dave," snapped Mike, his eyes still on Allen and the cocked pistol. "That gun could go off any second."
Allen laughed. "You know, you're getting smarter by the minute, pal. For a cop, you're better than average."
"Cop!" Dave looked at his new friend incredulously. "Are you a cop?"
Mike shook his head, his eyes showing his confusion, but Cindy was the one who spoke. "He's no cop, Allen. I've known Mike for years. We used to go out together back in my home town.
And he's been away in .. . uh, the service for the last three years." She thought better of saying Marines around these people. "You've obviously made a mistake. And even if he was a cop, why would you want to use that gun? We're not breaking any laws here."
"Don't argue with him, Cindy," blurted Nancy, now at her brother's side again. "He won't listen. I've tried."
"All right, all right, maybe I'm not sure about him being a cop, but I know why he's here. I figured you out, pal, figured you out so fast I got the drop on you, so you might as well tell me who sent you to find me. How did you know I'd be here?"
"I don't know what in hell you're talking about, man. You don't make sense at all." Mike was firm but not threatening. That gun had not vanished and the hammer was still pulled back beneath his meaty thumb. "If you have some beef with me, let's hear it, but leave my sister and the rest of these people out of it."
Allen sneered callously. "I'm afraid it's too late for that. Your sister, if she really is your sister, is already involved, right lover?"
Nancy lowered her head in shame. She had wanted to tell Mike in her own way, alone, not like this in front of a room full of near-strangers. She could feel their eyes on her and she suddenly felt as naked and ashamed as she had in front of Allen so completely undressed.
"What're you getting at?" Mike asked suspiciously, already beginning to think the worst. God, he'd kill him if he touched Nancy!
"Tell him all about it, kid," he chuckled in Nancy's direction. "Tell him how you couldn't get enough of it. How you're just like that lying bitch in San Francisco, the one who . . ."
Mike's face was suddenly illuminated with a flash of recognition. "Allen Knox, not Allen Ames! Now I know where I've seen your face before. We had a class together at S.F. State until you... uh..."
"Until I raped that snotty little hippie chick. Go ahead and say it. That's what everyone believes anyway, so it doesn't make any difference now.
Nobody believed me then and they won't believe me now. She led me on, that slut, led me on until I fucked her and then she cried rape. I was innocent, goddamn it, innocent!"
"Is that why you beat her half to death? Kicked her in the stomach until she was unconscious . . . did you do that because she led you on? You're full of shit, Allen, you always have been. There were half a dozen witnesses who heard screams coming from the direction of your car parked on the beach that night. And the cops that answered the call got your license number as you drove off and left her for dead. You call that innocent, you fucking creep!?"
"I was, I tell you!"
"Nancy, what did this bastard do to you? Tell me, I want to know!"
Nancy hung her head and did not answer. "I-I guess I never should have gone upstairs with him. It's..."
"You stinking animal! I'll tear your head off!" Mike made a lunge for the armed man but Allen stopped him dead in his tracks with the revolver aimed right for his face.
"Hold it, here! You don't want to die for your sister's cherry, now do you?"
Mike could see that arguing was impossible and challenging this maniac was dangerous, so he stood where Allen had halted him with a wave of the gun barrel. Oh, if he didn't have that gun!
"What's wrong with you, cunt?" He was addressing Nancy. "How come you're not talking? You sure did your share upstairs ... a lot of moaning and gagging too." He leered at her and turned his head enough so that Mike could see his wanton knowing smile. "You're just about as good as your brother. Only he takes them on two at a time . . . underwater, yet."
Mike had a flash of memory - sure, it was him spying on them down at Gold Creek! It was a man he saw in the trees this afternoon. Nancy shuddered at the coarse talk. She had taken all she could stand of this despicable man and she wanted nothing but to get out of here.
Allen reached for her shoulder and she jerked away, tears again on her cheeks. "Take your filthy hands off her, you son of a bitch!" screamed Mike, but he did not make another foolish lunge. Allen only grinned viciously and held his gun barrel close to Nancy's temple.
"Get out of those clothes, bitch, it's time for some more fun while I decide what to do with you."
"Mike, Mike, please, don't let him!" Nancy began to sob hysterically as she sank down to her knees and clasped her hands as if in fervent appeal. But Allen reached down and, plunging his hand into her thick long hair, dragged her to her feet as she screamed out in agony and he clapped his other hand over her mouth to silence her outcry. "Shut your fucking mouth or I'll shoot you right now!" he hissed horrifyingly into her ear, and the hysterically shuddering girl fought to control the horror that mounted in her.
Allen turned to Cindy, standing with the others in mute astonishment and terror at this incredible scene unfolding before them. "How about the two of you, maybe? That would be kind of sweet . . . brother's girl and brother's sister. You seem to be horny enough, maybe you dig girls too, huh?" Cindy only looked on in confusion and fear. "Get out of your clothes. Right now!"
She had learned from Nancy and Mike's mistakes not to cross this lunatic and she obeyed instantly, undressing herself with fumbling, nervous fingers. Mike could only look on in abject horror and disgust, helpless to do anything to stop this degradation.
"All right, now it's your turn," he said roughly to Nancy who was shivering with fear. "Get your clothes off." He added with a sneer, "Again." Nancy looked to her older brother but his sorrowful eyes told her there could be no help forthcoming. She would have to once again obey this crazed monster or she might never see another day. She bent over and, in front of this room full of people, grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it over her head and dropped it on the floor at her feet. She was wearing no brassiere as Allen had ripped it upstairs and her breasts were naked and exposed to everyone's eyes. She could see Mike look away in vicarious shame and humiliation as she stood there in only her flimsy little panties, her round, closely spaced breasts, with their wide coral circles and dainty pert nipples firmly erect and standing high above the waspishly-trim hollow of her waist. "The panties too!" he growled and she obeyed without protest, tears running down her streaked cheeks like rivers.
Nancy began to cry hysterically- as she slowly and with trembling fingers tugged down the last and final garment. Immediately she clapped a hand over her cuntal mound and crooked the other arm over her shivering naked breasts, shrinking there before everyone's curious eyes while her own brother looked on now, eyes blurry with tears of futility as he watched this perverse lustful exhibition his kid sister was being forced to perform. I'll kill him. I'll tear his balls off!
Allen turned to Cindy. "You ready for your debut, baby? You might have to show Nancy the ropes 'cause she's just learning, but you shouldn't mind that. I've seen you in action, bitch, and you seem to know all the tricks." Cindy had just pulled her jeans off and was bent over, tugging her panties down over her buttocks cheeks and down her long bare legs. She could feel everyone's eyes on her and she was like a naked young goddess in the warm flickering candlelight. "A little sixty-nineing would be just the thing to liven up the party, right?" He gave his revolver a wave. "Over there on that sofa where all of us can get a good look. I want to see you two sluts eat each other out like you really mean it."
Nancy tried not to, but she broke down again. "No, I can't! Mike, somebody, help me!" She looked at the others but they were blank and expressionless and no one moved or offered a word of consolation.
Allen barked again. "I've had just about enough of your whining, cunt! Maybe you need a little more convincing!" He raised his empty hand at her and she cringed away.
Nancy was quivering at the very thought of another beating. "P-Please, Allen, no more! Please!"
He reached for her arm and yanked her closer, then seated himself on the straight-back chair nearest him and shoved her down across his thighs, bending her in the middle and uprearing her ivory-smooth naked buttocks for everyone to see. He kept an eye on Mike but tucked his revolver into his waistband. Then he motioned to Dave Richer. "You, get over here and hold her wrists. And don't go getting any ideas about being another John Wayne. The only live heroes are in the movies. If she pulls away, she gets the first bullet. . . and you get the second."
Dave looked first to Mike, as if for some sign, and Mike nodded, "Go ahead. Do as he says or he might shoot Nancy." Dave hurried over to the sobbing, struggling young blonde, squatted down in front of her and seized her wrists tightly.
"I'm sorry, Nancy, but I have to do this," he whispered into her ear as she cried hoarsely, her naked dangling breasts just inches from his face.
"Don't hurt her, please! Don't hurt my sister!" Mike's threatening manner had turned to one of surrender and defeat and he was hoping this lunatic would respond to his heartfelt plea if he would not listen to threats. But it was useless. Allen only laughed in his face.
He lifted his hand high over his head. "Here's one for you, honey!" And with that, he brought it down with a violent Smack! against the ripest curve of her naked right buttocks cheek, leaving a reddened outline of his palm on her snow-white flank.
"Aaaaawwwww, you're hurting me!" Nancy wailed, dancing from one foot to another and trying to break loose, but Dave, true to his instructions, was holding so tightly she could not pull free. Allen clamped his left arm across the "mooth unblemished back to crush her down and imn^ Hlize her so that her naked young buttocks would be completely vulnerable. A second Smack! broke the air, this one on the other soft cheek at its ripest apex. Again Nancy squealed tearfully and kicked up first one leg, then the other, squirming in agony from this debasing treatment.
She could feel his prodding cock under his pants against the edge of her naked hip as she struggled, but in a few minutes she quite forgot the obscenity of this contact - his heavy hand rose and fell now with growing rapidity, smacking the cheeks of her rounded, succulent buttocks alternately and resonately. A rapid slapping of his hand against her bare resilient flesh filled the room now, punctuated by her cries and wails as the others looked on silently, an occasional murmur filtering across to his ears. Her legs began to kick, she twisted and tried to throw herself off his thigh, but the strong grip holding her was too much. Allen released her from the clamping grip across her back and seized a thick handful of her hair, further immobilizing her and making it painful for her to execute the slightest movement of her head and shoulders. Only her buttocks and legs could move and her buttocks now danced and jiggled and twisted and arched and flattened under Allen's rapidly descending palm. The ivory whiteness of her buttocks globes had disappeared and a fiery crimson spread from the edges of her hips to her upper thighs, while the cheeks of her ass clenched and shivered convulsively under his punishing assault, quivering in youthful innocence before Allen and her brother and all the others.
Allen was grunting and panting with overwhelming lust, a kind of strange obscene lasciviousness, and his penis was swollen stiffly as he continued the furious spanking until at last Nancy could stand no more. "Oww! Stop it, don't hit me any more! I'll do anything you say! Anything, if you'll stop, please!"
"All right, I'll see if you really mean it!" and added one final whack that bridged both inflamed cheeks and drew a sharp cry of pain from the frightened naked blonde. "Now you and Cindy better put on a good show for all the nice people or you'll get a lot worse next time!"
Still sobbing, though the tears had dried up, the naked girl stumbled past her brother who was standing helplessly to one side, eyeing the revolver that Allen had managed to keep within easy reach at every second.
"I'm sorry, Nancy.. . I'm so sorry I ever brought you here," he choked.
Nancy was crying so hard she could hardly get her eyes focused, but terror at the thought of what Allen might do to her made her awkardly follow
Cindy's half-whispered instructions and assume the lurid pose she described for her. Slowly stretched out over the full-breasted Cindy, her old friend, supporting herself with her open palms against the sofa cushions she found herself kneeling upside down with her lips so close to Cindy's cuntal dampness that she could actually feel the other girl's warmth as her own loins hovered over Cindy's lips. She felt Cindy's hands close over the small of her back and pull her hips down, heard her whispering so that no one else could hear, "Don't be afraid, Nancy. Just do what I do and everything will be all right."
Then Nancy felt the warm moistness of Cindy's warm quivering lips press against her sensitive cuntal flesh and apply a lingering kiss. She gasped aloud and squirmed uneasily, her own lips unwantingly brushing against Cindy's soft sparse curls. How could she do this awful filthy thing! Allen was crouched over their naked intertwined bodies for a closer look and Nancy looked up at him, sensing the fiendish glistening in his dark eyes, the slavering looseness of his mouth and lips and utter terror seized her again. There was no doubting it, he was completely mad!
With a cry of shame and anguish, she plunged her lips to Cindy's warmly perfumed vaginal wetness and began to kiss as the other girl was doing to her. She had never before experienced anything remotely like this, but she learned quickly as she followed her girlfriend's example. It bothered her that Cindy seemed more enthusiastic, more fervent, than would have been necessary to satisfy Allen, but she was too confused and numb with fright to question. She squirmed and writhed as Cindy, lying on the bottom, forced her loins down to her lips tightly and she followed the girl's lead by placing kiss after kiss on Cindy's moist, pungently fragrant cunt. It occurred to her that probably Cindy had been fucked this very night and that a man's penis had entered her cuntal depths through these pink fleshy folds, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
"Hey, that's more like it!" muttered Allen, his rigidly throbbing cock poking through his pants. "Eat it up, sluts!"
Nancy felt Cindy's tongue slice wetly through the pussy curls of her own vagina to find the sensitively swollen lips of her pussy and then she felt her girlfriend's tongue-tip delicately brushing and rimming her tautly quivering orifice. She moaned and sobbed as the others looked on, too eagerly curious to look away in shame for this innocent girl. Nancy's burning buttocks, still smarting from Allen's beating, seemed to throb with another feeling that she tried to suppress. But it was impossible to deny ... it was her own sex drive being stirred. She could not control it, just as she could not help herself for those agonizing moments in Allen's room when she lost herself in a wanton, shameful orgasm of unwanted ecstasy. She was utterly ashamed, even more now, for she was totally helpless to stem this evil, lustful desire that was beginning to surge through her belly and up into her dangling breasts and throughout her naked body.
She tried to keep her mind off her own growing shivering restlessness by kissing and sucking just as Cindy was doing to her own warmly glowing pussy.
But that only increased the sweet agony and soon the two nakedly entwined girls began to writhe and groan and sob and gasp as they nibbled hungrily and wantonly now, and brought each other closer ... closer. Oh God, what's happening to me!
"Oh, I'm cumming! I'M GUMMING!" Nancy suddenly screamed in ungovernable rapture, mindless of the others watching in amazement and disbelief. They could all see her lush young body, naked and glistening with perspiration, heaving and thrashing so that Cindy had to dig her fingers into her buttocks to hold Nancy's pussy lips hard against her ravenously sucking mouth as she brought her girlfriend to the ecstasy of cuntal climax.
Cindy felt the tell-tale welling grow rapidly out of her own belly, surging in one crashing tidal wave of emotion and lust as she answered a need older than time, quickly surrendering to her own perverse desire, sucking and chewing and nibbling and licking on her girlfriend's frantically throbbing clitoral bud, feeling the vibrations race along Nancy's back as she matched them in her own naked, desire-maddened body until the two of them had become one savagely writhing mass of flesh, fused together along their lengths, breasts, bellies, thighs all ground together as one and then they arched together off the sofa, arms locked around each other, eyes closed and mouths hanging open.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" they cried as one, lost in the throes of mutual female climax and when the last sobbing moan had past their lips, they collapsed in a heap, still joined, and everyone in the room breathed once again.
CHAPTER TEN
Mike, like all the others, watched as the two girls disentangled themselves and rose shakily to their feet. His sister's thighs were streaked with the moist stickiness of her own orgasmic juices and when her legs came together, it smeared lasciviously between them and made a sucking noise as she walked.
"Not bad, girls," grinned Allen, waving his pistol around absently, "Cindy, you're just the pro I expected you to be. And Nancy, for a beginner, you weren't half bad. You sure you haven't been eating a little pussy on the side?"
"Shut up, you filthy animal!"
"Leave her alone, you've done enough to her,"
said Mike dejectedly. "I hope you're satisfied with what you've done."
"Satisfied? Are you kidding? Why the show's just beginning."
"You can't mean that! After this ... and what you did to her upstairs! How could you want more? What kind of monster are you?"
"What're you complaining about," said Allen. "All I did was make her eat Cindy there, and there's hardly a mark on her sweet little hide. It could have been a lot worse, you know. I'm ready for some pussy now, and she's going to give it to me. Isn't that right, bitch?"
Nancy broke into sobbing hysterics again at the sound of his coarse evil words. She was learning fast that there were a lot of people in this world who couldn't care less whether she lived or died, or what happened to her in between as long as they got what they wan ted from her.
"But you can't do this .. . you just can't," Mike pleaded, "you just can't rape my sister like that!"
Allen seemed to be fanning an idea. "I've got it, men. I think I'll have the little bitch blow us all for starters. I can save the best for last. How about it, Mike? Dave?"
His proposal met with disgust from the other men in the room. "Oh please... don't do this awful thing! I'll pay you . . . give you anything I've got, but please leave her alone!"
"Listen, you sofl-of-a-bitch," Allen sneered, "I've been pretty good to your little sister there. I could have just had everyone gang-bang that sweet body of hers. Now you tell her to make up her mind; either she gives a little head, or gets pumped by everyone. Or maybe I'll just do both if she don't hurry up and decide what it'll be."
Faced with this terrible dilemma, Mike sat back down beside his trembling kid sister and tried to soothe her fears "Shh-h, honey ... don't take all this so hard. It could be a lot worse. I know what he wants is terrible, but he isn't human-he's an animal. I can't bear the thought of watching him rape you, Nancy. It's the only way ... you'll have to do as Allen says."
Slowly Nancy got up, wincing and groaning as she rose to her feet. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared at the grinning monster standing like a vulture waiting for its prey to die. He had unbuttoned his pants, and his penis stood out boldly, throbbing and eager, its swollen cock-head aching with a load of seething sperm for her lips. Her eyes went wide with horror and revulsion at the obscene sight, and she gulped nervously in anticipatory revulsion of what he had in store for her.
"Get down on your knees, see?" Allen ordered. "Then you're gonna suck us all real good ... lick us nice and clean, you hear?"
He motioned Dave over to the helpless girl, and the young boy stepped up nervously to Nancy's side.
"Sit down there on the sofa, Dave," said Allen, "She can get a better shot at it that way. You let her suck you good or you're a dead man."
Dave Richer seated himself on the edge of the sofa, spreading his legs, and looked soulfully at the horrified young blonde. "I'm sorry, Nancy, but I have to do as he says. You'd better too, if you want to stay alive. I think he means it!"
"Mike, please ..." Nancy sobbed helplessly as she turned her piteous, tear-reddened eyes to her brother.
"You have to do it, Nancy ... it's the only way!"
And so slowly, shuddering, Nancy knelt down between the man's legs and, at Allen's order, placed her hands on his knees and then bent her head forward to his hard, jutting penis. But her lips quivered in horror and her nostrils twitched in revulsion, and she twisted her face to one side and cried out hysterically, "Oh, no, I can't touch this awful thing with my mouth ... I just can't!"
"Looks like she needs a second lesson, huh, Mike? Maybe this time we ought to let her brother do the teachin' though," Allen snarled as he bent down and twisted his fingers in poor Nancy's tousled blonde tresses. "You've got to teach your sister to mind, Mike. Take her over your lap and whack her bare ass till she says she will, you hear? If you don't, I'll do the whacking instead!"
Repulsed at the thought of spanking his own sister, yet coerced by the ever-present threat Allen held over him and Nancy, Mike seated himself on the sofa while Allen yanked her savagely into position across his lap. Then, like the first time, Dave obediently held her wrists clamped tightly together while Allen bent the poor girl double over Mike's knees, pressing down hard on the small of her naked back. Her upturned bottom was still streaked with raised welts from that spanking he had so viciously delivered. He had squatted close by, eager to be the closest to her agonized, pitiful screams, and was reaching out to fondle one of her dangling round breasts with his grubby fingers.
"Go ahead and spank her good, Mike. Remember, I'll do it twice as hard if you don't make it good."
Nancy was nearly choking with fear. "I'm sorry, Mike, I just couldn't do that awful filthy thing .. . I just couldn't!"
Biting his lip, Mike raised his right hand and brought it down with a crisp smack across his sister's naked, inflamed bottom. A wait resounded and Nancy began to kick.
And then, as though it had a mind of its own,
Mike found that his own penis began to stiffen and poke into his sister's middle, and he hated himself for it. He tried to will it away, to think about something else, but the sight of his helpless, writhing sister lying naked across his knees, the feel of her tender bruised flesh under his slapping palm, coupled to whip the glowing coals of wicked lustfulness in his belly into action. He was so ashamed that he nearly cried.
"Go ahead and give it to her good," Allen said, "or I'll do it for you!"
Mike had no choice but to obey. He began to spank his helpless sister and Nancy began to cry almost at once. It nearly killed him to inflict such searing pain on her, but he knew it would be.worse if Allen was delivering the blows. Nancy could think of nothing but the atrocious deed he wanted of her and she continued to scream and kick and squirm while her brother's hand rose and fell harshly, making those swollen, reddened buttocks-cheeks of hers dance and jiggle, contract and open in the most shameless and uncontrollable manner.
Finally, she could bear no more, and with a gasping cry she begged him to stop, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Anything! Just don't hit me again!"
"You did a good job, asshole," Allen said sneeringly. "Now show her what to do. She don't look like the type that knows much about sucking cocks." Dave released the sobbing girl's wrists and stood up, then seated himself near the still-kneeling girl as he spread his thighs and Nancy, swaying helplessly before him, was compelled once more to come closer to his throbbing penis. She was rubbing her tender, ravaged backside with both her hands, trying vainly to ease away the pain.
"Go ahead, tell her!"
"Just take his... his penis in your mouth, Nancy, and suck on it until. . . until he's finished," he stammered.
"You mean until he shoots his nuts off," laughed Allen.
Sniffling and sobbing, her eyes still watery with tears, Nancy forced herself to open her trembling lips and accept the stiff organ that poked out from the man's loins. Then she made a squirming turn and spun away as revulsion again took control. "Don't make me do this awful thing, please!"
But Allen was ready for her, and had plunged his fingers into her long hair, twisting them until he had two great handfuls knotted between his fingers. She screamed loudly at the fresh pain. "Do what you're told, bitch, or I'll yank every piece of your hair out by the roots!"
Accepting at last her futile helplessness, young naked Nancy tasted the first cock of her life. Choking and gagging, she felt the stiff fleshy rod ease over her tongue and grind against the back of her throat. She could barely breathe, gasping for short breaths through her flaring nostrils as the thick, fleshy cudgel filled her mouth completely.
She was beaten, and she knew it. There was absolutely no point in fighting him any longer. Her only recourse was to get this awful thing done as quickly as possible; struggling would only bring more pain, more debasement, more degradation.
Nancy closed her lips over the hotly pulsating shaft of hard flesh, trying not to touch it with her tongue.
"Hey, bitch, what kind of a blow job is that?" he bellowed. "You'd better get better in a hurry or I'll ram my own cock right down your throat!"
Dave's testicles expanded and swelled as big as golf balls as he watched her little head rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He could see right down her bare, naked chest - her twin; juicy mounds of ripe deliciousness bobbing as she moved back and forth. He reached down and cupped one of her warm breasts in his hand, tweaking the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He knew it was wrong, but somehow he could not help himself. And Nancy's unwillingness seemed to make it all the more wickedly exciting. Her softly ripened breasts bumped against each other as she swayed forward, then back, one delicious bulging mound on either side of his penis as he looked down, unable to believe this lovely, innocent young creature was actually sucking his cock.
He grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his hands, holding her tightly, but not painfully, as he guided his lust-swollen penis between her ovalled wet lips and down into her straining tonsils. Her rough tongue gave him chills all over, starting at the base of his spine and running up and over his body. He didn't care who was watching now.
"Now you're getting it right, baby! Suck it good!" shouted Allen.
Dave started pumping it in a little further each time, shoving his loins forward harder with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, sacred depths of her tender throat passage.
Nancy soon found she had to keep her throat relaxed and not to tense up, or it would only be worse for her. His warmly throbbing penis slipped easily over the roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her throat, filling her mouth with its enormous, fleshy bulk.
He withdrew each time right to her ovaled lips, stretched tightly around the circumference of his hard cock, leaving only the blood-filled tip still in her mouth, then he would ram it home again, shoving the stiffened rod down her choking passage, bending it as it raced down her gullet.
It was agonizingly painful when it bent like that, but deliciously so, and Dave buried his thick throbbing cock in her clasping tunnel again and again, making her choke and swallow every time it slithered in up to its hairy, sweat-drenched base; his pelvis shoved flat against her nose. He could not stop, he couldn't!
When she swallowed, the muscles of her throat involuntarily caressed and massaged his eagerly pulsing penis like a million tiny fingers, and he could feel the scalding pressure building up painfully in his swollen balls. And even at this moment, there was a tiny oozing, drop of semen from the bulbous head, and Nancy could taste its peculiar male flavor on her tongue as it swirled around his thick hard cock.
It was so excruciatingly perfect he could hardly stand it; the surging flood in his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain in only a few seconds longer.
He savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue, rubbing against the throbbing tip of his penis, brushing the super-sensitive tiny opening, sending shivers of delight throughout his body. His bulky, swollen shaft slid again and again between her warmly moistened lips and into her sucking young mouth, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate him as his hairy loins ground wetly against her face, brushing her nose and chin with his damp, curly pubic hair.
It was nearly impossible to breathe; he was pumping faster and faster into her mouth, ramming his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her warm, wet lips with long hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, choking and gagging her with every deep downward lunge.
And she knew it would be soon now-the first weak spurts of his sticky seminal fluid were already trickling from the pulsing head of his aching cock, signalling the hot white flood that she knew would be right behind.
Just a few more deep thrusts and it would be all over; his puffy testicles would empty their foul load down her throat in a gushing torrent of warm, thick sperm-and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do about it. . . nothing at all.
Dave slowed his deep savage thrusts - still as deep, but slower, so he could stretch this moment as long as possible. The sheer ecstasy of his burning load spurting from his wildly jerking cock into her helpless young throat was something he would long remember. He leaned his head back, his eyes closed ...
"C'mon, baby! Just a little bit more!"
The burning liquid flooded out of his cum-swollen balls and rippled along the stiff shaft of his penis like the eruption of a volcano, and exploded against the back of her throat as he gave one long last lunge.
"Suck it, bitch! Lick it clean!" shouted Allen.
Suddenly the warm, viscous liquid that roared into her throat was like water to a dying man, and Nancy, betrayed by her own desires, gulped it down greedily, unable to stop herself, gulping and sucking and swallowing, squeezing his emptying balls until every precious drop was squeezed from his loins, and his wet fleshy shaft was shoved to the hilt down her hungrily clasping throat passage.
She couldn't control herself - it was that certain wildly savage something that lurks in each of us. With every gulping mouthful, she hated herself more, but there was no turning back. She had to have every ounce of his sperm, and she sucked ravenously on his limp penis until there was nothing left, until his erupting testicles delivered every last warm spurt deep down into her quivering young belly.
Then it was another guy's turn. Once again she pleaded brokenly to be spared, but the threat of another whipping, this time with that awful belt Allen had pulled from his jeans, soon quieted that revolt. And, gagging, groaning, squirming on her knees, her face purple with shame as her brother looked on helplessly, the naked young blonde performed the loathful act of fellatio on a stranger until he, too, emptied his balls in her quaking throat.
And then came another, with his thick, bulky cock that was almost too big for her narrow throat. By this time, it didn't matter-big, small, huge-all that mattered was getting this awful nightmare over. She sucked and swallowed as he. had his climax in her mouth, her stomach filling, her eyes rolling with shame and humiliation.
"I think it's time you did something for a change, big shot," said Allen after a bit to Mike. "I think we'll let you have the chance of a lifetime. We're gonna let you fuck your own little sister!"
The words stung his- brain like a dozen bee-stings, "No, my God, no! You can't mean that... I won't! I won't!"
"Hold the little cocksuckin' bitch on the sofa, Dave," growled Allen, "I'll show him who's kidding."
Dave Richer eased the sobbing, pleading Nancy from the floor and onto the soft sofa, where Allen held her by the wrist with one hand, and using the other to squeeze her nakedly quivering buttocks, belly, and breasts, and to tickle the soft hair-lined sheath of her cunt, making her squirm and groan as the heated tears ran down her terror-contorted face. At Allen's order, backed by his cocked revolver, Mike had begun to undress until he was down to his shorts and socks. Meanwhile, Allen rolled Nancy over onto her back. "Now you're gonna get it good from big brother, baby," he chuckled. "Nothing like keeping it in the family."
"You'd better do a good job, bitch," snapped Allen, "or I'm gonna personally fuck you right up that sweet little asshole of yours, understand?"
Then he turned back to Mike who was standing trembling with rage and revulsion. "Okay, take those shorts off and let's see what you've got. Cindy and Abigail seemed to like it. Let's see what you can do with it!" He saw the two girls turn away from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh, no, Mike . .. please don't. .. please!" Nancy's eyes were huge and glazed with horror as she tried vainly to shrink back into the sofa, squeezing her thighs tightly shut, jerking frantically at her captor's grip, her young breasts frantically rising and falling. .
"I've got to, Nancy . . . God knows what will happen if I refuse. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be worse on you." He tried to deny it to himself, but his eyes were feasting on the ivory loveliness of his naked younger sister. He remembered when he'd surprised her stepping from the shower, how she used to run half-naked around the house, how he'd felt then . .. and now. The thought made his eager young cock spring up with savage lust and Allen roared with laughter at the obvibusness of his desire.
"Goddamn, will you look at that hard-on Mike's got? Does that do anything to you, Cindy?" asked Allen viciously. Cindy only stared, her eyes glued to this carnal circus taking place right in front of them all.
"Oh, please don't Mike ... I don't think I could stand for you to. It's incest! Please don't!" She tried to fling herself off the sofa but Allen seized her by the shoulders and forced her back down, then crouched over her and forced her belly down with the barrel of his gun, touching the cold steel to her trembling flesh. Mike had removed his shorts and his impatiently pulsating penis stood out in bold, hardened virility as it had done with Cindy and Abigail before.
On his hands and knees, crouching over his naked sister, Mike gasped, "I've got to, Nancy . . . I've got to!"
"Shut up and fuck her," ordered Allen.
Mike glanced nervously at Allen's threatening gun, then lowered himself while he grabbed one of Nancy's ankles and yanked it toward himself, thereby spreading her supple thighs further apart.
"There it is, baby! All ya gotta do is put it in!"
His eyes shining with lust, Nancy's brother sank down on his naked sister, his long thick cock gouging into the sparse fluffy pussyhair between her struggling thighs. She gasped a horrified-scream, twisting her face from side to side, trying to wriggle away, but Mike seemed blinded by the sight of her futilely writhing loins, by the feel of her warm, soft nakedness against his body. His lust-swollen cock-head thrust vigorously on its own and found its mark, slipping into the wet elastic sheath until the swollen, bulb-like head of his cock disappeared all the way between her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. "Oh don't, Mike. . . don't doit!"
Allen had gone to the head of the sofa, bending down, and was holding Nancy by the shoulders. "Stick it all the way in," he muttered.
Nancy's face, congealed with terror and pain as she felt her brother's long stiffened cock enter her vaginal tightness. She arched and squirmed, but to no avail. As he drove home his wantonly distended organ, she felt his sperm-laden balls slap hard against her upturned ass and knew that his warmly pulsating cock was buried to the hilt in her taut cuntal moistness. Her own brother!
Mike felt a strangeness come over him that he could not fight any longer. My sister, my kid sister, how can I! But it was happening just the same and it felt fantastic! He was-growing enraptured by the wickedly forbidden sensation of his own sister's warm tight cuntal walls gripping his rigid shaft and with a gasping cry of shame and utter degradation, his hungering mouth locked on her ripely quivering breasts as he leaned forward more, forcing himself as far as his virile hardness would go into her tightly clasping cuntal orifice. Her face twisted frantically from side to side, her eyes bulging as
Cindy and Abigail and all the others watched in amazement. She screamed again and again, but the sound was not born out of terror, but was deeper and throatier with feeling-rich, sensual, animal-like! She could fight it no longer. As Mike's body jerked and snapped from his rapidly approaching orgasm, she ground her wet, glistening pussy lips hungrily up against his pistoning loins, sucking his hard long cock voraciously up into her tight little cunt. He uttered a gasping sigh as she screamed a loud moaning sound and held it like a sustained note, and finally their bodies sagged as one, his last convulsive spasm of hot gushing sperm oozing incestuously into his own kid sister's greedily quivering young belly.
After a moment, he pulled away from her, his head hanging low to avoid the looks of the other people. When he glanced up, Allen was the first he saw and he could only look for an instant in wide-eyed disbelief - the lunatic was masturbating! Allen had his cock in the grip of his palm and was pumping it like the bilge of a sinking ship. Mike, watched in horror as his cock, like an emptying hose, spurted out onto the hardwood floor in a seething, sticky puddle at his feet, and then the ex-Marine took his one and only chance.
Mike hit him like a tank slamming into a gun emplacement. Everything he had ever been taught about hand-to-hand fighting in the Marines came back into his head at that crucial instant and he delivered a levering kick with the heel of his foot that sprawled the tall husky blonde over a chair and onto the floor with a resounding thud. His hand reached instinctively for his gun, but Mike kicked out again and the gun clattered across the wooden floors safely out of Allen's fumbling reach.
He looked up for a second before Mike finished him off, his eyes the eyes of a cornered animal, and Mike only hit him once more, a roundhouse brawler's punch that knocked him unconscious in a moaning, wheezing heap next to the fireplace.
Dave Richer handed him the pistol and Mike held it aimed for a long moment at the blonde's unmoving head. It would be so easy, just pull the trigger, kill this animal who raped one girl before and now has raped your own sister and forced you to become. . . and then he lowered the gun to his side and said to no one in particular, "Tie him up with some rope. Tightly!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mike and Nancy had been back home at the family house just outside of Fresno for nearly a week, safely nestled in the protective walls of their own familiar valley, smelling the crops growing in the fields, the same smells and the same people.
Yellow Pine was not the place for them, that they had agreed on after that nightmare with Allen. And when the police came, and the investigation was over, and Allen was safely back in the section for the criminally insane at the California State Hospital, they decided to pack their things and come -back to the land where they belonged. Mendocino County was for the Cindys and Abigails of the world, not for people like them. Mike was as uncertain now as when he came home about his future plans. But at least he knew what he was not going to do, and that seemed to ease the burden of uncertainty a bit.
This was a Saturday night; mom and dad's night with mom's sister in town, and Nancy and Mike were alone in the big rambling frame house. Mike had watched the last of a television thriller and was going to get ready for bed early, exhausted from a day of job hunting in the city.
He climbed the stairs wearily to the,family's bedrooms and when he passed Nancy's, he leaned in to say goodnight. He heard the water running and he started to walk away, but as he did, she walked through the bathroom doorway and into her room from the shower.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he blurted, embarrassed at her nakedness, but he did not turn away. Something drew him like a moth to a flame and his eyes, instead of looking chivalrously in the other direction, were locked on her dripping wet body, the water running in rivulets over her proud young breasts and into the hair-lined crevice below her hips and down along her legs where it was all in a puddle around her bare feet.
She looked at him for a long while, not saying anything, her eyes on his. "Mike?"
He hurried to her across the carpeted floor and locked her between his arms, his lips perversely finding hers, their mouths together as one flesh. She pulled away for a gasping breath. "Oh, hurry, Mike darling, hurry!"
