Almost all of us have the primal urge to cohabit, whether we're ten or a hundred. It's a commonly fallacious belief that only people from their mid-teens to the end of middle age really indulge sexually. The truth is, older people who still have the urge are finding ways to satisfy those desires. The only reason younger people, still in their puberty, do not indulge is their lack of knowledge, coupled with the admonition that it's wrong. Therefore, even when they receive a decent education, social mores and rules prevent them from "doin' what comes naturally."
The lovely heroine of this book does not differ basically from other girls her age. She is sweet, pretty, clean, and extremely desirable; and, as a result, vulnerable.
When she falls into the clutches of a family of lechers who arouse her primal instincts, though she fights and struggles to resist all that is done to her, eventually she falls prey to her own inner feelings. Little by little, against her will, she succumbs to the ministrations of her tormentors. She finds herself unwillingly betraying all the rules and regulations she has been taught, and eventually because of the chemical changes in her body, becomes as sexually driven as the men who initiate her into womanhood.
Had society properly educated this young woman in every way, it is possible things might have ended differently. Unfortunately, because of the "don't" world in which we live, she learns about life the hard way.
CHAPTER ONE
Late summer had become boring to Kim Wayne. She spent her mornings working in a fast-food hamburger place, holding the pickle and lettuce, then spent her afternoons at the beach, letting young men admire her figure.
Today was no beach day for the eighteen-year-old blonde. The sky was overhung with heavy, dark clouds, and the ominous rolls of thunder made her shudder as, far in the distance, liquid streaks of lightning charged from the sky, touching she-knew-not-where. It was one of those muggy summer days where the lack of a visible sun did not mean a lack of heat. The temperature was well above ninety, and the roiling dark clouds did nothing to dispel the hotly sweaty humidity. She wished it would rain. Perhaps the atmosphere would cool off a bit more.
At the moment, Kim was standing in her bedroom, a nice little room with four light green walls of Sanitas with a pattern of yellow flowers intermingling with green stems and leaves. Her small vanity stood against one wall, with a backless stool in front of it. The vanity had green, gauzy material hanging from its edges in neat pleats. The top of the vanity was mirrored, and another mirror was attached to it at the rear, letting her see herself. Her bed was situated against the opposite wall with a bedspread that matched the vanity skirt. At the foot of the bed stood a colonial chest of drawers, painted green to match the walls. Her walk-in closet near the vanity held all her clothing with plenty of room to spare, and the upper shelves were used by her parents in the never-ending quest for storage space.
Kim had been a tomboy in her youth, outplaying most of the boys in baseball, basketball, and even football, until her breasts had fully developed at the age of twelve. She had rich golden hair that was bleached even more golden by the sun on the days she went to the beach. Her flesh was very tan, except for her very large breasts and pelvic area, where strips of what looked like bandages that passed for decency caused white lines to horizontally bisect her body.
At the moment her lush figure was covered by a candy-striped polo shirt that did nothing to hide the way her large nipples pushed out, making it appear as if she had quarters tipping each breast. Her waistline had been fleshy, once, but now it was a narrow twenty-five inches. Her large, well rounded hips were covered by a short pair of hot pants, and she had brown open-toed sandals on her feet. Pink nail polish covered her fingernails and toenails.
Kim's blonde hair was fluffed around her head like a halo, creating the appearance she was as much of an angel now as she had been a devil as a tomboy. Her brightly sparkling brown eyes were able to hold the captivating attention of any man, though her other physical attributes were what made men look at her in the first place. Her nose was small and delicate, just the right size for her heart-shaped face. She had full, rich lips which were, at the moment, covered with pink lipstick.
Kim had only recently returned from her morning work, and after changing from her uniform to her present clothing, with a shower in-between, she prepared to earn a little extra money. Heck! School was only three weeks away, and she needed more money for a fall outfit. Today she had an all day, all night babysitting job for the Warren family down the block. She had known the Warrens as long as she was able to remember. Mrs. Warren had died two years earlier. She had been a nice lady in her early sixties. Mr. Warren had invited his son, recently divorced, to live with him. The son had custody of the children during the summer. Twin boys. The boys were ten years old and were young hell raisers.
Harold Warren worked during the day, and sometimes he didn't come home until nearly midnight. His son, Dennis Warren, worked at night.
The usual sitter, an old woman who had lived over the garage of a neighbor, had moved away the previous day, and Kim's mother had volunteered her services, knowing Kim needed money.
When she had come home from work from the fast food place, Kim had taken a long nap before showering. It was now close to five o'clock, and so she left her bedroom, hurried down the five steps in the hallway leading to the front foyer, and let herself out the front door.
Kim never walked. She skipped, hopped, and often either ran or jogged, but never walked. She liked keeping her body vibrantly moving. Though it no longer had any fat on it, it was not as lithe as that of her older sister. She wanted to lose even more weight, but only in the right places. Her breasts were the one place she had no desire to lose weight, yet she was worried that if she dieted any longer, that was the first place she'd lose. So she exercised. Someone had once told her running was the best way to take unwanted weight off the waist and hip area. Though she really had no unwanted weight in either place, she felt it would be good to reduce her waist another inch or two, and take at least three inches off her backside.
Running to the Warren house, bypassing all the cement grooves in the sidewalk, she hurried up the flagstoned walk, noting the Warren grounds were a little grubby, probably because the twins enjoyed playing there so much.
Standing before the white slatted front of the house, staring at the large, turquoise wooden door, she rang the bell. The door was opened by one of the twins, Craig or Michael. She was never able to tell them apart. Both had bushy dark hair, and both had dark skin. They had twinkling brown eyes as if they were always sharing a joke the rest of the world didn't know.
Kim had to admit she had never seen twins who looked so much alike. Both had olive tan skin and their twinkling eyes were sunken. Both were as skinny as proverbial rails. Both were short for their age and both were hyperactive. Both wore swim trunks.
Dennis Warren, their father, came to greet her. It was obvious both boys resembled their mother. They certainly didn't look anything like their father.
Dennis was lanky, but there any resemblance to his twins ended. He had light hair, almost a dark blonde, and it was straight, combed straight back. His skin was as light as his kids' were dark. He had blue eyes. His eyes had a nice sparkling quality about them, like two tiny clear pools of water. The skin under his eyes was wrinkled a little, as if he worried a lot. Kim knew the man had to be no more than thirty-two, if that old. He had a short, straight nose, unlike his sons, both of whom had long, straight noses. It was obvious Dennis was an outdoors man who enjoyed water sports, but who had very little time for any of it. He had boating and fishing trophies hung all over the walls of the foyer. The fact that his flesh was so barely tanned let Kim know that he'd had very little time to enjoy himself. This was the first year of his divorce, and he was adjusting to it. Kim knew he had plenty of time to go out during the day since his job lasted from five-thirty until one in the morning. He would be home by one-thirty, and with eight hours for sleep, that left him plenty of time to enjoy himself outside. Somehow he didn't seem to care anymore, now that he was no longer married. He was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, and wore a gray tie, with gray uniform pants to match. The jacket was slung over his right arm. He was a night watchman at a factory. He took the earlier shift, letting someone else take over from one to nine. He had a strong angular jaw, and Kim had to admit he was the kind of man she liked physically.
"Hi," he greeted. "I'm Dennis Warren. Just call me Dennis."
"I'm Kim Wayne," she smiled back, her pink lips opening in a smile to reveal the perfection of her glistening white teeth. They had better be perfect considering how much her father had spent on braces. "Mom tells me your regular sitter isn't here any longer, so I'm kind of filling in."
"This'll be for today only," Dennis told her. "Their grandfather, my father, will be spending his evenings home from now on. He-likes to go fishing during the day, and sometimes comes home rather late. Let me show you around the place."
He led her from the foyer into a playroom, the furniture of which had seen better days. There was a chaise sofa along the near wall, an empty fish tank against the left wall, a TV set with a console record player against the far half-wall, and two chairs against the right wall. Both chairs were overstuffed and yellow. The walls of the playroom, like the walls of the rest of the house, were off white, though the playroom walls were considerably dirtier.
They mounted the five steps leading up to the living room, tastefully decorated with Victorian furniture, and from there-they turned right to the kitchen. A flight of stairs between the kitchen and living room led to the three bedrooms upstairs.
"I'll want the kids in bed by ten," Dennis told Kim. "Before that, don't let them out of the yard. If they go back to swimming, just keep an eye on them while they're in the pool. They're a little mischievous, by the way, so watch out."
"All boys are mischievous," Kim insisted.
"Not like my sons," Dennis soundly asserted. "The lady who baby sat with them before taught them a few things she ought not have. I won't go into details, but look out for yourself. My sons might not understand that the new sitter doesn't like to play the same kind of games as their old sitter.
"I don't mind playing games," Kim told him.
"Take my word for it," he assured her. "These kind of games you don't want to play. I've already warned the kids they're not to be cute or wild around you."
"Thank you," Kim nodded.
"Be careful, anyway. My sons aren't the only wild ones in this house. My father is seventy-three but thinks he's thirty. He still behaves as if he's irresistible at times."
"Oh, come on," the blonde-haired girl laughed. "At that age he can't be too dangerous."
"Young lady, you have a lot to learn," Dennis told her. "My father, for all his advanced years, managed to make sure the previous sitter left this house with a smile on her face every time. You might say he 'rewarded' her for being so good with the kids."
"I think I can take care of myself, Mr. Warren," Kim insisted.
"I told you, call me Dennis," he said. "A young lady like yourself must have her hands full with boys."
"Uh huh," she nodded. "But I can take care of myself. I have a green belt in karate." "Ah hah! A dangerous woman, eh." They both laughed at that. "Really," Kim assured him, "I'll be fine." "Okay," Warren nodded. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
They walked to the front door. The twins were still sitting on the foyer steps. Dennis Warren opened the door, then turning to his sons, said, "You two behave now. Do you hear? Don't make trouble for Miss Wayne."
'They can call me Kim," she told him.
"I think it's time for them to have some respect for their elders," Dennis insisted. "Mrs. Bernice Hawthorne, their previous sitter, taught them a lot of things, but never once to respect their elders. That's something their mother is going to have to knock into their heads."
Kissing his sons goodbye, Dennis Warren waved to Kim and hurried down the walk to his Grand Prix. It was an old model, at least eight years old, with the gold paint starting to rust away. Kim stood in the doorway with the two boys watching their father drive off, and then she asked, "What would you fellas like to do right now?"
"Swim," Michael said.
"Yeah," Craig agreed.
"Okay, we'll go out back for awhile and you can swim in the pool. But you have to come out when I say so."
"Okay," the two boys agreed.
Since the Warren house was on a corner, the backyard faced one of the streets, and without a fence around it, there was no real privacy. Kim sat in a chair, relaxing on the lawn, which, in the backyard, was forty by sixty with the swimming pool taking up half the space. The grass, or what was left of it, was all trampled on. The two boys stepped into a small pan of water with disinfectant in it to kill anything their feet might have picked up, then climbed the ladder and jumped into the round, above-ground swimming pool. Kim was easily able to see them from where she sat.
"Hey, Kimmy, how y' been?" a voice called from the street.
Kim turned and saw Marty Roth, one of the few boys she dated irregularly. Even though eighteen, Kim had no steady boy friend, nor did she want one. Marty was probably the closest thing she had to a regular date, seeing him once every two or three weeks, though from time to time she did go to the beach with him and a gang of other kids during the week.
"Hi, Marty," she greeted. "Come on over and sit for a little while, huh."
"What're you doing here?" he asked.
"Babysitting," she replied.
Marty Roth was Kim's idea of exactly what she wanted in a boy. He wasn't too tall or short, standing a shade under six feet. He had jet black, straight hair, deep brown eyes, set wide apart, a straight short nose, and a firm jaw. His body showed he worked to keep it in shape, with muscles ripping and his stomach as flat as a board. He had a nice, sonorous voice, and he never shouted, always maintaining an even temper. At the moment he was wearing white shorts and a white T-shirt, and had sneakers on his feet. From the looks of him he had just completed his fifth mile of jogging for the day.
Marty was human, and like all human males who went out with her, he had tried becoming familiar with her, but when Kim had let him know she wasn't ready for that kind of familiarity, he had backed off. That he was in no way offended was plain enough by the fact that he kept calling her for dates. Kim knew he was getting action from other girls. Heck! Why not? If they were willing to give him something, he was the one guy who really deserved it. She knew Marty very well, and he was the kind of guy who, once he settled on one girl, would stay faithful, so let him sow some wild oats. Because he continued calling her, yet respecting her when they did date, Kim had become fonder of Marty than she had wanted to be. It was one of the reasons why she didn't date him more often. She knew the next time he made a pass at her it would be a lot harder for her to fend him off.
"You're sitting with these monsters?" Marty asked.
"Uh huh," she nodded.
"Damned!" Marty told her, sitting in a green lawn chair beside the yellow one on which she was now seated. "You'd better watch your step with these kids. There's a rumor circulating about why the old lady had to move away from here. You know, the old lady who used to babysit with them."
"What are you talking about?" Kim asked, frowning.
"Seems the biddy was still hot for action, and not being able to find any man of her choice, she eventually settled for the kids."
"What?"
"You heard me. She taught these boys everything you've ever wanted to know about sex but never asked."
"You've got to be kidding," Kim insisted, kicking at some grass under her foot.
"Hey, it's only a rumor. But there's more to it. The old man, you know, Harold, he came home one day, found the kids screwing around with the old lady, and joined in. The rumor is, the old lady was handling all three at once when Dennis Warren walked in and caught them."
"I suppose he fired her and that's why she had to move, huh?"
"They say that old lady, for all her wrinkles, was sexier than a lotta younger women. After his father and sons finished screwing around with her, Warren did a job on her, as well. This went on for most of the summer."
"Well what made him suddenly scare her into moving?"
"It wasn't any of the men who scared her.
Seems the kids' mother came by for a visit one day to see how everything was and caught the old lady in the act with the kids and the grandfather. She told her husband unless the old lady was fired and thrown into jail she'd report everything to the police herself. Needless to say, the woman got out of town, and the Warren's have been looking for babysitters ever since."
"It sounds like a lot of bull to me," Kim insisted.
"Probably," Marty nodded. "Heck, it does make a nice story."
Marty stayed with Kim until six-thirty and left when she called the twins out of the pool for supper. She had them dry off, insisting they change to shorts and T-shirts. They made no comment when she left them alone in their bedroom to go to the kitchen and prepare supper. Once again a knowing glance passed between the two boys, as if lights had flashed on and off in both pairs of eyes.
The kitchen was an airy room with a southern exposure, and as a result had some light in it all day long. Even now, in the early evening, it was not yet necessary to turn on the overhead light with the sun's rays slanting in at an angle, bouncing off the off-white kitchen walls. The sink had chipped porcelain, and the refrigerator was a really old unit. The oven was built into the wall to the right of the sink, and the burners were to the right of the oven.
Kim found some cans of spaghetti and warmed the contents up in a sauce pan, adding a little cheese to improve the flavor. When the boys came down and sat at the round white formica table, they sat silently and contentedly ate what she gave them.
At seven-fifteen the doorbell rang, and when Kim opened the door she found herself face-to-face with a rather severe looking woman with bleached blonde hair.
"How do you do," the woman said a little stiffly, crow's feet very heavily lining her eyes. They were a beady brown color and peered quickly this way and that, set in a flat face with a flat nose and a small slash of a mouth. She was wearing a simple blue summer dress, but it was an expensive one. "I'm Arlene Warren," she said. "I'm the mother of the twins. I just dropped by to make certain everything was all right. I'm taking them home with me tomorrow."
"Everything's fine," Kim nodded, stepping aside and letting the woman in. "They're finishing their supper."
When the kids heard their mother's voice, they came running, hugging and kissing her, their faces covered with tomato sauce, smearing much of it on Arlene Warren's carefully applied makeup.
The woman looked around, walking through the entire house, peering into all the bedrooms. Kim was starting to wonder if there was any truth to the story Marty had told her.
"Is there anything wrong?" she asked.
"Hmmm ... oh ... no ... no ... everything's fine," Arlene nodded. "I just missed the little darlings and wanted to make certain they were all right. You know. Well, maybe you don't know, yet, but when you become a mother, you'll understand what I mean."
Arlene stayed with her sons for a little while, then left.
Kim, meanwhile, cleaned up the dishes and then let the kids watch TV until their bedtime. "Okay," she told them. "Now I want the two of you to get into your pajamas and hop into bed. Come on, it's almost ten."
"Aw phooey," Craig snapped. "Bernice, let us stay up later."
"Sorry," Kim told them, "I'm Kim, not Bernice. I was given specific instructions by your father and expect you to help me by doing what I tell you."
Shrugging, the two boys went up to their bedroom. Kim followed them up. The boys had twin beds of maple, with matching night tables, a chest of drawers, and a small armoire. like all the Other rooms in the house, this one had walk-in closets.
The boys took their pajamas into the bathroom where they changed, and Kim was pleased to note that when they left the bathroom they had put their dirty clothing in the hamper.
Once the boys were in bed and the light in their bedroom was off, Kim went to the living room and started reading a magazine. After about five minutes, she heard little gasps coming from the boys' room and hurried upstairs, snapping on the light as she walked in. She saw the two boys lying on top of their covers and each was masturbating.
"How awful!" she said to the two of them. "What's the matter with you boys? Don't you know that's a terrible thing to do?"
"Aw gee," Michael said to her, "it's a lotta fun. You oughtta try it sometime."
"She can't, Craig reminded him, and as Kim watched, the two boys tucked their penises, each the size and thickness of her middle finger, back into their pajamas.
"Now you boys get to sleep," Kim snapped at them.
Turning around, she switched off the light and walked out.
Going down to the small family room, Kim noticed the sofa against the front wall was not a real sofa but more of a chaise lounge. Putting on the TV set, keeping the sound very low, she stretched out on the chaise, her arms over her head, and watched the end of a police drama. After that came the news, and then she was watching a horror movie.
As Kim watched, her eyes got heavier and heavier, and she suddenly found herself drifting off to sleep. Now the horror movie she was watching came to her in a dream, only she found herself a part of it.
She was in a torture chamber, her wrists bound over her head, but instead of branding irons, the hooded torturers were holding feathers. They approached her body, which was clad in the same T-shirt and skirt she had been wearing while at the Warren home. The torturers were standing before her now as she hung suspended by her bound wrists, twisting this way and that.
"You're a bad woman," one of the hooded men said, and she recognized the voice of one of the twins. "You didn't let us have our fun, so we're gonna have fun with you."
"Yeah," the other torturer said, and she recognized the voice of the other twin. She was still unable to tell the two of them apart.
"Now you boys stop this," she insisted, though suddenly very much afraid of them as they raised their feathers.
"Uh, uh," the nearest one said. "We gotta make you understand that when we're havin' fun, you can't stop us."
"No!" she shouted abruptly, and woke up.
CHAPTER TWO
At first Kim thought she was still asleep.
This had to be a dream. She was lying on the chaise, her arms still above her head, but they were bound at the wrists, and a rope was tied from her wrists around the back of the chaise to one of the legs, preventing her from moving in any way. The TV set was still on, and according to the clock on the wall, it was a quarter to twelve. When she tried moving she found a rope had been tied around each ankle, keeping her thighs wide apart, and each of these ropes had been tied to a leg of the chaise. The twins were standing over her in their pajamas, and though they wore no black hoods and carried no feathers, it seemed ominously obvious that something was on their minds that was not on Kim's.
"What's going on here?" she asked, struggling.
"Hey, you know," Michael said to his brother. "This is fun. Boy, you're gonna be fun after all, Kim."
"You boys untie me this instant," she screamed at them.
Craig walked over to the head of the couch, and for an instant Kim thought they were going to release her. Michael was at the foot of the chaise and was tugging off her sneakers.
"Stop tha-uuuuuuuffffffffff!" she gagged as Craig jammed a handkerchief into her open mouth. Before she had a chance to work it out, he was tying another one over her lips and one around her head, pulling out some strands of her golden hair as he finished tying it.
Craig came around to the side of the chaise, prying off her skirt.
"Y'know," Michael was saying to his brother. "She's got so much nicer skin than Bernice. Hers is so smooth and soft."
"Yeah," Craig nodded, continuing to pry at her skirt.
Kim struggled more fiercely than ever, unable to believe this was happening to her. The stories she had heard had obviously been true, and she bounced her buttocks up and down on the chaise as if to let the boys know they must stop this behavior immediately.
Craig grabbed her skirt by the waist, and when her buttocks bounced up, he tugged it resolutely downward along with her bikini panties.
"Wow!" Michael gasped. "Lookit that! There ain't a wrinkle in her pussy. Geez! That looks nice, really nice."
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!" Kim gasped as Michael reached out and cupped his small hand against her rounded labia, fitting his fingers to them.
It was at that moment that the front door opened, and in walked Harold Warren. The old man was in his seventies and looked it. His skin was parchment-like and wrinkled, especially around the eyes. He wore rimless glasses perched on a long, straight nose, and wore a little white mustache. What few hairs he had on his head were white, and he pursed his lips at the sight of Kim lying helplessly on the sofa with his grandsons around her. He was wearing dungarees and carrying a windbreaker, and the moment he saw what was going on, he said, "No boys, you should be ashamed of yourself, treating a lady this way."
Thank goodness, Kim thought. She was saved.
The old man turned and went into the downstairs lavatory to wash. He had the smell of fish all over his hands. He stayed in there for some time, and Kim struggled with the cords binding her. The boys stood unmoving the entire time.
When Harold Warren came out, he walked right over to Kim and undid the gag, pulling the handkerchief out of her mouth.
"There, there," he said. "The boys were acting a little frisky, that's all. Now don't be alarmed. I just want to make sure you're all right."
"Please untie me," she begged.
Ignoring her, he reached down and touched the inside of her left thigh. He slid his hand forward, and his thumb rubbed against her wet vaginal cleft.
This was the first time any man had ever touched her there, and Kim's immediate initial reaction was to jump as if she had been touched with a sharp needle.
"Sorry about that," Harold said, not looking at her face.
Kim didn't like this. She didn't like it at all. Her body was behaving in a totally unexpected manner as she felt heat starting to simmer through her. That one touch of his thumb had set off a domino reaction inside her, each nerve-ending within her entire body suddenly tingling and shorting out. She gasped and wriggled as shuddering sensations began making her soul tremble while her body continued writhing. She tried shutting off the feelings, but it was impossible. For the first time in her life Kim realized there was a wanton streak inside her, and if she wasn't careful, it might very possibly come out and take control of her body, just as Hyde took control of Jekyll. Ohhhh Lorrrrrd! This was insanity. She had to struggle free somehow. She felt ridiculous lying there with her panties and skirt tucked below her knees.
Kim realized tremors were beginning to devastate her body. This was ridiculous. Her body wanted to feel what the man's thumb was doing to her. Heck! She didn't dare give in to something like this. Certainly not with this wrinkled old man and these two ten-year-old snot-nosed kids. She wished the man would untie her so she'd be able to dress herself and leave. She'd collect her money from Dennis Warren some other time. Certainly if she managed to get her panties and skirt back on she'd be able to bring herself immediately under control. She felt like screaming, but somehow she knew if she started shouting the old man might well cram that gag back into her mouth. The twinkling look in those eyes behind his glasses was not one of merriment. The wrinkles around his mouth was not a simple smile. It was a look of craving wanton lust. She wanted to scream, to shout, to somehow or other get away. She knew what the old man was doing at this moment was wrong. It seemed obvious he had no intention of cutting her loose. She hoped and prayed the stern resolve she felt within herself not to yield would hold up. Right now that resolve felt as sturdy as Jello.
Harold Warren had both hands on her hips now. He knelt beside the chaise with his face mere inches away from the juncture between her loins. She shuddered as her vagina was inwardly palpitating. His hands had slid beneath her and his fingers were massaging her rounded buttocks as he stared at the pink embrasure surrounded by the lobes of fleshy curtains, noting liquid was slowly starting to seep from within. Kim realized his hands were doing strange things to her as they rubbed her smoldering flesh. The man might be old, but he certainly knew what to do. His practiced fingers were building a sheet of pure flame inside her body. Glowing embers of sensation pushed their unwanted way into her, and Kim shut her eyes, knowing she would have to fight these feelings.
"Does anything hurt down here?" the old man asked, and Kim bit her lower lip to keep herself under control. Her bubbling vagina felt hotter than a witch's cauldron. She stared at the top of the old man's head, as if the unappetizing sight of his few skimpy hairs on his otherwise rounded dome would help to kill the seething flames of feeling rising inside her. This was something she must not permit to happen. She had been a good girl all her life, saving herself for the right man, and now this old ... old man ... was walking in, taking advantage of the fact that his grandsons had tied her up as she had napped, and he was going to do something terribly wicked to her.
Without looking up at her, the man asked, "Does this hurt?"
Kim wanted to scream at him, to tell him to let her go. She opened her mouth but found her throat so constricted that the only sounds emanating from her were inarticulate gasps. Inside her body an overpowering battle was raging between her senses and her mind. Her physical self was saying, Don't be a fool, Kim. You've always wanted to know what sex was about. Well, here's your chance. So what if he's an old man. He certainly knows what he's doing. At least you can always tell yourself later on that you were forced.
"No!" she screamed out loud. I'm a decent girl and I won't let this wicked old man take advantage of me. If I get free I'll slap his terrible old face.
Harold Warren no longer felt like playing, and so he began moving his hands more swiftly. He looked at Kim's face at the same time that his hands each filled themselves totally with the luscious tan globes-with a white stripe-of her rounded buttocks, his elbows pushing her panties and skirt below her knees. Then, as if he were lifting some holy flagon to his mouth in a religious ritual that was older than recorded time, his hands pulled her open vagina closer and closer toward his hungering mouth.
"My gosh!" Kim gasped. "Oh no! No! Don't do that! That's horrible! That's wicked!"
Kim writhed and squirmed in the man's hands, wiggling her buttocks from side to side, staring as he gently touched his heatedly hungry mouth to the pout of her outwardly curving vaginal lips. The sight was too much. The mere thought that the man was doing such a degrading thing made her feel ashamed. She shut her eyes and clenched her bound fists tightly, fighting a one-sided battle within her. "Ohhhhhhhhh ... pleeeeeaaaaaassssssse ... d-o-o-o-o-o-o'nnnt..." she begged. "Oh gosh ... Mr. Warren ... don't do this ... no ... no ... no..."
The perspiration breaking out all over her skin because of her exertions had brought a rich musky tang to her vaginal lips, and Harold Warren's tongue quivered at the delightful pink opening ... his oral organ like the beak of a hummingbird at the spout of a feeder. Then, like a writhing adder, he snaked his tongue forward into the rich coral depths of her flooded interior.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Kim gasped, a wanton, lustful sigh that came from the hollowed depths of her shudderingly quivering interior. Her buttocks slammed restlessly against the frayed velvet of the chaise on which she lay as if trying to pound a hole through the lounge. Her face was a twistedly lined mask of horrified thrills. She knew it was wrong and did her best to continue resisting, squirming and wriggling, twisting her body as if trying to pull away from him, but his hands had her buttocks firmly in their clawing grasp, and she was incapable of escaping.
Kim pulled at the ropes around her wrists, feeling them bite into her flesh as she slammed her head back against the curved part of the chaise again and again. Her thighs were trying to close, but with his head between them, all she felt was greater friction than ever, and each movement seemed to put more and more of her tender vaginal labia into contact with the old man's evilly slurping red tongue.
Harold Warren paused for a moment, removed his spectacles, and handed them to one of his grandchildren. His face seemed to have even more wrinkles in it now as he stared into the throbbing abyss of her honeyed pit. His tongue leaped out and circled her fur-lined cleft, drinking the delicious liquid that continually seeped from her frothing depths. It had been such a long, long time since he had tasted anything this young and this good. From Kim's shuddering twitches it was obvious to him that she had never enjoyed this particular experience before. Now he pushed his stiffened tongue, like a little pink penis, between the two velvet soft layers of her vaginal lips and was rewarded by another scream of inner passion. The old man knew his females, and he was well aware that this young lady had more hidden rapture in the depths of her body than most women. She looked lovely with her tanned thighs and soft pliant skin. She tasted delicious, smelled better than any perfume from France, and though she was determinedly struggling against him, her reactions were those of a truly sensuous woman. He was enjoying her immensely.
Kim's throbbing body trembled beyond her inner control. She strained, but the more she worked at it, the harder it was to keep herself controlled. Never before, in her wildest dreams, had she envisioned anything like this. She was human, and she knew all about sex from the many things she had read, but nowhere had these feelings been mentioned. The unwanted delight exquisitely permeated her trembling body and she knew she had to fight harder. This was rape. She was being forced to do this against her own free will, and there was a wanton craving in her that had to be stifled. The man's lengthy, driving, licking tongue plunged into her open furrow, driving as if it were a steam drill, licking her interior, then sliding out to lap at the pink button of her trembling man-in-the-boat. At one point he reached forward with thumb and forefinger and he began tweaking her clitoris while driving his tongue in and out of her with surging rapidity.
Harold Warren's amazement at this girl's reactions swelled as his not-so-youthful cock continued enlarging and hardening. He had to admit he had never seen a woman react this way before. Every little thing he did, whether it had to do with her vagina and clitoris, or involved a simple caress of her calves-seemed to drive the young girl crazy with uncontrolled abandonment. Though she was continually gasping for him to stop it, and he had no doubt that in her mind she really wanted him to stop, she was the most turned-on female he had ever encountered. It was almost as if she had swallowed some aphrodisiac before he'd come home, and it was now working on her. Her vagina was issuing oily lubrication like water coming from a soaking sponge that was being squeezed. She might not know it, but she was ripe for a solid fucking. If she didn't feel his cock plumbing her depths he was certain she'd simply deflate completely. From the tightness of her squeezing cunt it was obvious this shapely young woman was either a virgin or relatively inexperienced. He wanted to take it nice and easy with her because the simple fact was Harold Warren left no woman dissatisfied.
The old man stared hungrily at her trembling fissure. He had never even dreamed of being able to deflower any other females. He wondered if his penis was up to it. He hoped it wouldn't wilt in the middle of it all. Suddenly he knew, without being told, that no one, absolutely no one had ever plumbed the tasty depths of this lovely child. This was a girl who, with experience, would be even better than the pros he occasionally visited. There was something special about this girl. Yes, he had-to make sure she had a climax, because when she finally did cum, she was the kind whose orgasm was not limited solely to her vagina, but extended to her entire body. Everything about her seemed to point to her sensuality, and though it seemed so difficult to believe, if her present reactions were any kind of indication as to her sexual needs-like some sleeping beauty awakened from an evil spell-her body would awaken to the glories of sex just as surely as the prince's kiss had done the trick in the fairy tales of old. As a matter-of-fact, he was giving her a sort of awakening kiss. He thrust his tongue into the heated depths of her womanly tunnel as deep as possible, then began pressing a forefinger against the pucker of her tightly clenched anal opening, massaging.
As the man's furious tongue continued its wantonly wicked scouring of her moist vagina, Kim closed her eyes and concentrated on closing her mind to what he was doing. Instead of fighting and reacting, bouncing her buttocks up and down against the chaise, she simply lay there, her thighs clamped around his face for support, but her ankles and arms now completely limp. He was doing something unmentionably wicked to her behind. Her body was not yet ready to handle such a bevy of tactile sensations. She was starting to climb toward an orgasmic peak. True, she had no idea what was happening, never having had an orgasm before, but felt her innards climbing up a volcanic mountainside shrouded by clouds of steamingly overheated desire. She felt her body climbing faster, soaring higher, all the time fighting against herself as she panted for breath, her heart throbbing in her breast like some poor frightened animal caught in a trap. She continually tried her best to pull her body away from the old man's working mouth, grinding her buttocks into the chaise. She lay there, her proud breasts rising and falling as the terrifying tides of lust swept through her and sent powerful swells of wanton ecstasy surging through the flooded estuaries of her trembling young body.
Harold Warren sensed her mounting climax, and he also sensed her desire to pull away from him. Had she not struggled so furiously he might not have sensed her building climax, and so stopped licking, pulling his face away. He didn't want her juicing just yet, certainly not at the moment. He didn't want to be left high and dry himself.
"Boy, she really is a fighter," Craig broke in. He and Michael had been standing nearby, watching all the time.
"She's a fighter, all right," the old man said to the boys. "They're the best kind to have. When they cum, they really hit the ceiling. Bernice was good for you guys to learn. She was a kind of a pair of learner roller skates. Now we have the real stuff here. We have the ball bearings. You see, boys, at the moment she doesn't know it, but she's just aching to cum. She wants a climax so bad she'll do near anything. The real fun is making a girl like this, who's so pure and determined not to give in, actually come out and beg for it. Oh she'll deny it afterward, and she'll always be thinking in her mind that she was forced, but you and I will know better, won't we, boys?"
"Yes, grandpa," the twins echoed.
"Y'see, with them it's a question of thinking of it as surrendering. Tain't that way with us. We're interested in giving the women pleasure 'cause whenever she thinks of us, later on, no matter how mad she gets for the rape, there'll always be a smile 'cause we made the rape a pleasure."
"I'll never beg," Kim snapped at him. "You're a terrible old man, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself for teaching such young boys to be so rotten."
"You got a lot to learn about life," Harold Warren told Kim. "All I'm teaching the boys is what comes natural."
The old man was a little incensed, not because she had called him horrible, or because she had deprecated the fact that he was teaching his grandsons the facts of life in this way, but because she had made reference to the fact that he was old. Old meant useless, broken down, no good. Hell! He was better than ever. He'd made Bernice really squeal when he'd stuck her. By the time he was finished with this young woman she'd be begging to be fucked. Hell! He'd have her begging like some poor fox cornered in a hen house with a shotgun aimed right at it, or like some poor street whore going through the stages of heroin withdrawal because she was unable to get enough money for a fix. He was going to fuck her for sure, but would fuck her on his own terms, when he was ready. He was aware her physical self had already reached the point of no-return, even though she wouldn't admit it. Now all she needed was one more little bit of sexual pressure-one more nudge in the right direction-and she'd be totally helpless.
Without saying anything more, the old man got to his feet and looked down at her. He grinned in triumph as he saw Kim's wide, frightened eyes lock on the front of his dungarees. There, clearly outlined, was the elongated banana-like shape of his blood swollen prick. His pants were a bit small, and in spite of his age, his erection was still as long and as thick as ever. The coronal ridge of his penile head was clearly outlined as well. Harold dropped his right hand to the huge bulge and squeezed it a little, his eyes remaining locked on her lovely face.
He had to admit, even in fear Kim had a beautiful face. Her cheeks were ruddy and apple-colored, and her frightened eyes moved up and down, from his face to the bulge in his pants, and back again. She unwillingly gasped, afraid to be penetrated by the man, yet knowing her body was in no shape to continue in its present condition. If only she was free. She'd pull up her pants and then make a run for it. When she got home she'd stand under a cold shower for the longest time.
Kim was fighting a losing battle with herself, but refused to admit it. She had to find some way to struggle free of all this.
She rubbed her body against the chaise, trying to push her panties back over her knees, hoping they would cover her pubic area, but she was too securely tied. Those damned twins! The moment she was freed, she intended walloping each one on his backside so he wouldn't be able to sit for a week.
Her eyes remained locked on the bulge in Harold Warren's pants as he continued squeezing it.
It was no use. No matter how much she struggled, there was no way she'd be able to get her panties up. The twins, seeing what she was trying to do, had already tugged her panties and skirt as low as possible.
Kim's eyes were now locked on the old man's waistband as he undid his belt. Slowly, very slowly, he tugged down the zipper, and her eyes widened even more. She paid no attention to the twins, who were untying her left ankle. One of them had a firm grip on her ankle with his wrist, so she didn't notice when the rope was momentarily slipped off, and then both her skirt and panties were tugged off. The rope was then slipped back on and her foot once again tied down, but this time not so tightly. They left her enough room to draw her ankle back and raise her knee. She did it without realizing it, as if trying to use her foot to block her vagina from anyone's vision.
Smiling, Harold Warren stepped out of his dungarees after kicking off his shoes. Sliding his. hands under the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, he slowly pulled them down as well. .His penis, like an angry bull, leaped out, looking for the matador with the tauntingly cape. It throbbed with a frightening vitality, and Kim opened her eyes and stared at it. He might have been old, but there was nothing old about his penis. It was white and rigid with a blood-red tip, and it tremored as if it was something brittle about to shatter into a million pieces. Hell! The cock would explode if he tucked it back into his pants without giving it a workout first.
Wordlessly he stepped out of his undershorts, and Kim had to admit, his very skinniness kept his wrinkled body looking fairly good. He yanked off his shirt, then arms akimbo, knuckling his hips, he stood before her. Her eyes swept over him and saw his almost hairless body, though there were still quite a few white hairs on his pelvis. All he was wearing were his socks. He didn't figure it worth the effort to take the time to remove them.
Kim struggled again, panting and gasping with a combination of fear, dismay and excitement. She watched the way he stood with his mammoth, pulsating penis sticking out of its pelvic briar patch like some mighty tree trunk that no longer had any branches. Dear heaven, she thought to herself. How can such an old man have such a thick, long penis? She had no doubt that something like that probing into her body would turn her vaginal flesh to hash. Looking at the massive organ, she felt a horrible sense of resignation attempt to overcome her. It was one thing to fight for her honor if she had a chance. Not that she had any intention of simply submitting. She was still a decent woman, and would struggle to the last, but she knew fully well no matter how much she struggled that her virginity was almost a thing of the past. She consoled herself with the knowledge that she was being forced, though she knew better than to open her mouth and scream. Michael and Craig had the handkerchiefs ready were she to open her mouth again. Rape was something that happened to other girls, never to her. It was something people read about, but it never really happened. She lay back, sighing, sorrowful, an unwilling slave who would try her best to fight off any advances. The twins had untied one of her feet for a moment, she suddenly realized, but they had re-tied it before she had been aware of it. Now her foot was bound more loosely, though her arms were "still tied as tight as ever, and the strain was starting to hurt her shoulders.
"Pull open those lovely clothes of hers, boys," the old man ordered. "Let's get a look at as much of her as possible."
His voice was old and cracked, his throat somewhat constricted, as if the freeing of his penis and elevating of its head had drawn all the cords in his body tight, including his vocal chords.
The two boys laughed and, without another word, walked up to Kim's trembling body. They lifted her T-shirt until it was up around her neck, and then the old man said, "Ah, heck! I'll give her one of my own shirts, fellas. Cut that shirt away."
The world became a spinning place for shell-shocked Kim Wayne. Why was this evil befalling her? What had she done to deserve something like this?
The two boys ran upstairs to the kitchen, and a moment later they returned. Michael was carrying a long kitchen knife, and he carefully and gently cut away her shirt, making certain the edge of the blade was never anywhere near her body. Knowing what their grandpa wanted, they wasted no time in severing her brassiere straps as well. Her harvest moon breasts tumbled out, two large, round white spheres with pink areola's in their centers, themselves centered by the thickness of her pink nipples.
The old man was almost unable to contain himself as he watched the TV light flicker and bounce off the fullness of her lovely breasts as well as her volleyball buttocks, though these were obscured from his vision for the most part. He had the boys turn out the lights, and what had been a warm golden tan now looked pale white in the white light of the TV tube. Her dark blonde fur patch looked so much more delectable in this light, the little curling hairs appearing as soft as swan's down. His throbbing cock was jerking violently of its own accord, as if urging the old man forward.
Kim licked her lips, making them moist. Her eyes were quickly accustoming themselves to the darkness, and she noticed the two boys had also undressed.
"I wanna kiss her cunt, too," Michael insisted. "Come on, grandpa. Let me do it. I like the taste of cunt."
"Well, far be it from me to stop you, boy," the old man laughed. "Go ahead."
Kim might have kicked the little boy away, but that would have angered the trio. Though she didn't want his mouth between her thighs, neither did she want to hurt anyone physically, knowing they might angrily do something to her she wouldn't like. That big kitchen knife now lay on top of the TV set.
Michael's head was between her thighs now, his palms pressing outward on her inner loins, and Kim felt a shuddering chill, knowing such a young boy was going to kiss her down there. She shuddered, feeling the stabs of his youthful tongue as it delved into her, making her squirm.
"How about me, grandpa?" Craig asked.
"What would you like, boy? D'you want her breasts? They're sure mighty big and juicy. Heck! I can't wait to pop 'em in my mouth. But if you want 'em first, I'll sure give 'em to you."
"No," the boy whispered, and tugging his grandfather down, whispered into his ear. "That's what I want," he finally said.
The old man straightened up and walked over to
Kim, saying, "While Michael goes on licking your pretty pussy, Craig has expressed a desire to have you suck him a little."
"What?" Kim exploded, forgetting the tormenting tingles of thrilling lust quickly building in her vagina by Michael's torrid tongue.
"I told him you'd do it," the old man insisted. "Needless to say, you will do it. You don't want me making all kinds of ugly threats, do you?"
"Please," Kim begged. "Not right now. For heaven's sake, not at this moment."
"Think you can wait awhile, boy?" the old man asked.
"I'll wait," Craig shrugged, his skinny shoulders moving up and down as he nakedly stood near Kim's face. "Just remember, the longer I wait, the better it's gotta be."
"Michael," the old man called out, and the young boy dutifully pulled his face from her dripping depths.
"What is it, grandpa?"
"You can have more of her later. Right now I think it appropriate that I fuck her."
"Oh no!" Kim gasped. "Anything but that. Don't do that."
"The time has come, to quote Lewis Carroll, to do so many things. Actually I'm misquoting him," the old man admitted. "To act with great alacrity until your pussy rings. To fuck the hymen out of you, to make you know how good a climax feels within your cunt, as sweet as ever it could."
The old man moved between her thighs, pushing aside the loosely tied leg she tried unsuccessfully using to cover her fur-rimmed cunt. Her foot pressed flatly on the chaise, his knees between the lovely white columns of her supple thighs. He looked at her face and saw fear written all over it, and leaning down, lightly kissed her nose, as if trying to assure her he would be as gentle as possible.
The twins gathered closer, looking expectantly, their eyes jumping from the two adult groins to their faces, and back again. They had seen their grandfather fuck Bernice, just as they had each fucked her, and now they wanted to see him push into this young, springy, tight cunt.
Kim felt the massive rubbery head of the old man's formidable penis rest itself ever so gently against the still moist lips of her shuddering cunt and simply lay there for a moment. Then, with infinite patience, the blunted tip of the organ began parting her vaginal hairs and the boys leaned closer to watch in the half light coming from the TV set, their tongues hanging out of their mouths. The sight of their grandpa's thick point pressing the girl's helpless vaginal lips inward made them both pant and they held onto their own penile organs, staring.
"Please, Mr. Warren," Kim started pleading and begging. "Don't. Please, don't. Don't you understand? I am a virgin. I wanted to save my virginity for a really special man. Please!"
"Honey," he told her, "a really special man is about to pop that little cherry of yours. I've de-cherried a good twenty girls in my lifetime, and I've fucked at least ten times that many. Fucking is good for the health. Hell! M'heart is still as strong as ever, and so's m'cock."
He shivered, feeling a mixture of the girl's lubricity, plus the added saliva of both, himself and his grandson coating his cock as it slipped from the outer lips of her vagina. He bunched the muscles in his buttocks as he leaned forward, his hands pressing flatly into the chaise on either side of her. With all the power in his withered body, he rammed forward, shoving his solid pole into the heated depths of Kim's cunt. It slid past her inner lips, and before she realized it, the entire head was inside her, spreading her walls as if they were butter, wedging its way deeper and deeper.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee ... yyyyyyyaaaaaa aaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" K im screamed as a white hot sheet of jagged agony blasted into her tightly restricted vaginal depths, straight up into her intestines and belly, threatening to rip her lovely throat out. Her vagina felt as if it had been torn into a deep gouge larger than the Grand Canyon. She was certain the penetration of the man's bludgeoning penis into her body had broken her pelvis, and she would never even walk again, much less do another cartwheel. Her breath was coming out of her in short, agonized gasps as she felt the immensity of the penis, not even halfway inside her, throbbing as he flexed it again and again.
"She's tight, boys," the old man told them. "She's really tight. She had a tough cherry. It'll take a little doin', but I can pop it, all right, so sweetheart, you just ready yourself for it, 'cause here I go."
"You were so sure you were going to make me beg for it," she sobbed. "Well, I'm not begging for it. All you're doing is causing me pain."
"The pain'll go," he assured her. "By the time you walk outta this house tonight, you'll be all set to come back and beg for more. Just remember, even with the boys goin' back to their mother tomorrow, you still have old Harold who's always willing to give you more."
Pulling back, he thrust forward again, this time tearing right through her vaginal hymen, and the agony she felt now made the other seem like a pinprick. Sheer torture blasted it's way through every nerve in her body, and she opened her mouth to scream, only to have Craig ram the gag back in. She was certain she was bleeding like a stuck pig, and her entire interior was probably torn to shreds. Her vaginal causeway had probably been destroyed forever.
The old man had penetrated more than halfway for the moment, and now he rested, letting that part of his penis buried in the tightness of her formerly virgin cunt rejoice in the fantastic tightness surrounding it. He looked at the girl's face, noting her eyes were closed. It had been such a long time since he'd had such a reaction to his cock. A girl like this made him feel forty years younger. There was something about the youthful clutch of her vaginal membranes around his penis that made him feel more virile than he'd felt in ages. Her pussy was so tight it threatened to suck his sperm out of his body in a single tumultuous and overpowering blast.
Something wasn't quite right, the old man realized, but he was beyond the point of caring. His mind was too fogged with the heat of fucking to think about what he was into, and what a massive organ like his might do to such a delicate virginal crease. Bunching his old muscles up again, the old man suddenly unleashed an awesome forward lunge. He rode his blood-inflamed pole to the hilt into the never-before-plumbed depths of the girl's ravishing cunt.
The agony of this third assault was no less painful for poor Kim, but it was pain of a different sort, and it served to remind her just how many different kinds of pain a penis was able to cause. Her bruised sanity returned to her, and she realized she had to come to grips with the brutal pounding of the penis buried in the seething pinkness of her inflamed vaginal depths. There was no way for her to fight off the palpitating organ that sunk into her well.
Palpitate it did, throbbing very heavily with each pounding beat of the old man's sturdy heart against her heaving, sweating breasts, his mighty cock entrenched all the way inside her, awakening new pinnacles of earthshaking agony in the narrow closure of her womanly culvert.
Ruined, she thought. I'm ruined. This horrid old man has taken my virginity. If there's some kind of a God in heaven why did he allow this to happen? Why didn't I listen to Marty's warning? Even the father, Mr. Dennis Warren, tried warning me. If I hadn't fallen asleep none of this would have happened. "Oh God!" she wept out loud. "Dear God, why did this evil, terrible thing have to happen to me? I'm ruined, ruined, ruined," she sobbed, keeping time with the way he was flexing his penis inside her.
"You ain't ruined, honey," the old man told her, biting her right earlobe a little as he breathed into her ear. "Heck, you'll be better'n ever. You'll see."
Her determination to get a grip on herself came to the fore and she pulled her battered mind together. She took an inventory of her terribly violated body as it lay impaled, destroyed in a sense, upon the velvet seat of the evil emperor of this palace. Yes, she was spiked by a pale of white muscle that was indeed Olympian in proportion.
A careful mental inventory revealed her vagina, contrary to her initial belief, had not been shredded and torn asunder. True, the old man had badly bruised it, but there was no irreparable damage. Even the pain she had felt was slowly but surely beginning to drift away, and the nerves deep within her feminine crucible were beginning to stir in a very unlady-like fashion. Nor was her tender pelvis shattered as she had originally suspected, for as the old man now began slowly pushing his cock back and forth, it began an obscenely salacious and rotating movement that made her feel as if she were waltzing horizontally, with her arms and legs still bound. This insane dance was driving the maddening wedge of his cock ever deeper into her feminine entombment, and was making her violator grunt with pleasurable delight.
Despite her initial reaction, Kim realized her rectum had not been torn from her body by the invasion of the old man's penile shaft in her vagina, and even though her hymen had been pulverized, the rest of her was exactly the same as before. Her vagina was really intact, cradling the man's weighty testicles between the pale globes of her buttocks that protected her anal dimple from the rest of the world.
All in all, Kim allowed, she might survive this horrible nightmare after all. It would certainly be helpful if the old man stopped pushing his throbbing organ repeatedly into her.
However, Harold Warren had totally different ideas. Her vagina had been so tight that the old man had lost the entire outer layer of his penile epidermis on the way to burying it in the young woman's tightness, and he was damn well going to get the pleasure coming to him before pulling all the way out. At the same time he was still intent on making her orgasm. He had never yet completed a copulation without making the woman enjoy it as well as himself, and he was determined to make this sweet young blonde scream with lust. He removed the gag from her mouth again, saying, "Just don't make one of the boys shove it back in." Not that the gag had done much good the last time, since he'd been able to understand what she had said with it stuck in her mouth.
Bunching his muscles together, Harold twitched his phallus without actually pushing it in or out.
"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmphhhhhhhh ... uuuuuuunnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . aaaagggghhhh..." Kim moaned, feeling a combination of self-hate and disgust as the massive shaft at the bottom of her cunt danced lasciviously around within and the dreadful, traitorous nerves of her shuddering vagina suddenly responded. All the walls of her inner vaginal passage suddenly responded, pulsating with inner muscles that seemed to move of their own volition, literally squeezing along the entire length of the old man's penis.
Unbelievable! the old man thought. Unbelievable! In all the many years he had been fucking women he had heard about legendary cunts like this one, but he had never been privileged to enjoy one before. This was what was known in the parlance as a snapping pussy. A real, honest-to-cock snapping pussy. Not able to believe his good fortune, the old man wanted to make certain this rarest of all finds didn't get away from him. He reached under Kim's rounded ass cheeks with both hands, and then gripped the smooth warm mounds very firmly, intent on enjoying the full extent of her delicious body. "Come on and fuck, you sweet snapping pussy," he gasped, squeezing her ass-cheeks harder.
"No, no, no. no, no!" Kim loudly protested, shocked and filled with self-loathing as agony continued to mentally attack her, though it had ceased to physically harm her many moments earlier. She refused to listen to her treacherous body as it pleaded with her to respond and give the old man what he wanted. After all, her virginity was gone now. There was no way in the world for her to retrieve it. At least get something from all this.
"No!" she shrieked aloud, as her body began responding to the way he was fucking her. Her rotating pelvis was already beating a perfect rhythm to his firmly gentle thrusts, and the serpentine walls of her vagina were milking his penis in perfect time to the now matched pounding of their hearts.
Lowering his head a little, Harold Warren opened his mouth and used his lips to suck on the full pap of her right breast, pulling it far into his mouth, sucking solidly on it. At the same instant, one of his fingers found, and pressed into, the delightful pucker of her tiny brown ass-hole.
A new, outrageous pain shot through Kim's body at this strongly insistent violation of her tender, innermost parts, but instead of the pain combing with the loathing in her mind, it suddenly melted into the passionate grinding of her sodden cunt and forced her to fuck with greater, renewed vigor.
"Hhhhhhhhhuuuu uuuuunnnnnnnnngggggggg-ghhhhhhhhaa aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed aloud, sobbing and crying as she felt more ashamed of herself than ever. This was so degrading to be raped and then to feel the urge for more and more and more. Her arms felt dead, as if the blood had been drained out of them. She was no longer able to clench her fists, and was unaware when the old man signaled to his grandsons to sever the ropes binding her. Even with the ropes cut, her arms remained over her head for a little while until pinpricks of pain made her realize the blood was trying to force its way back in. Common sense told her to try and beat the old man off, but his cock, rummaging through her cunt, sent a glowing message to her body that would not be denied. He pounded savagely into her with a vituperative fury. She was unable to believe a man of his years had such awesome energy, yet he fucked into her with repeated strokes, thrusting the entire length of his solid penis into her. Again and again, and again, he continued slamming his meaty organ into her soft twisting depths. The old man started a pile-driving motion and she gasped under him, hooking her ankles around his to give her leverage. She didn't want this, but she was unable to stop it. Sensuous thrills surged through her, and though they were unwanted, they were still there. She mentally ached to bring all this to an end, ashamed of herself as the old man's strokes lengthened with each thrust, grinding his rigid phallus into her depths, spiking himself into the tenderest part of her. She sobbed with sexual frenzy mixed with greater and greater self-remorse. Her vagina felt ready to explode, and she tried staving off her orgasm, knowing her enjoyment of it would be that much more to her shame.
A succession of constant nuclear reactions burst through her trembling body as she grabbed the man's shoulders with her deadened hands and held him closer to her. She wished the world would come to an end at that moment to make up for the evil she was allowing to be perpetrated on her tender body.
Kim was not a religious girl. She did, however, have her own knowledge of right and wrong, and to her it was wrong for all this to have happened. Therefore it was wrong for her to enjoy it. Even as she thought on the wrong of it, the muscles of her stretched buttocks, beating as they did against the chaise, began twitching spasmodically as the interior muscles of her tightly clasping vagina closed in and grabbed the hard-fucking stem of turgid flesh, threatening to snap it off.
Against her will, Kim felt it. The deep-stirring thrills that presaged the start of her first orgasm took hold of her. She fought desperately to make the feeling go away, but the harder she fought, the more furiously she pounded into the crotch of the old man above her, intensifying the thrills she was feeling within. Blood was surging into her arms and legs and she twined them all the more tightly around the old man's body as she slammed her fulcrum into his, hating herself for having no self control. Then she felt the giant wave of completion well up inside her vaginal tunnel.
The first convulsion began in an almost indolent way. It quivered and trembled, shaking deep inside her constricted belly, moving downward to titillate her cockfilled chasm. Her eyes were wide open now, staring at the old man, wondering why she was treating this wrinkled old human casing of parchment as if he were some wonderful kind of lover. He was a rapist and a wicked one at that.
"Oh!" she exclaimed in a very tiny voice, and then the swollen cauldron of her vagina felt as if it was bubbling over. "OHHHWWWAAAUUUAAAGGGHHH...
Her demonic frenzy overpowered poor old Harold Warren, who until this moment had enjoyed everything his own way. Shoulders hunched, he leaned forward, standing on the head of his cock-still buried in the teeming depths of her snapping pussy. He slammed into her overflowing orifice as lubrication poured out of her and washed the full length of his hard cock, his balls, and his thighs.
The two boys stared in wonderment at the way Kim was responding. They were used to the genteel way Bernice had responded to being fucked. This violent movement made them more aroused than ever, and each boy was determined that he would eventually get a piece of this girl.
Harold began bellowing like a bull, AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH..." the moment his orgasm overtook him. He fell against her, feeling himself being drained as never before.
Finally it was over, and both he and Kim lay together, the two of them tired. Kim was unable to resist when the two boys tied her arms and legs again to the legs of the chaise.
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't you understand," Kim said to the old man and the boys as they sat nakedly in the kitchen, she bound to the kitchen chair. "You can't keep me here forever. Sooner or later you'll have to let me go. When you do, I'm going to scream from here to the other end of the country."
"Oh come on," the old man laughed. "If you scream who are you going to hurt? We'll all swear you seduced the boys, just as Bernice did. You have to admit they're quite good looking lads."
"I'm not a child molestor," Kim snapped. "I don't like the innuendo."
"Perhaps not," the old man smiled. "But that's just what they'll say about you."
"I'll know better," she insisted.
"Dear girl, yer just like everyone else in the world. Y'care about what others think. Y'might as well get used to the fact that y'aren't leavin' here until the boys both get their shot at you. Y'oughtta be glad we're giving you a chance to rest up a little. I mean, you'll have to admit that the session we had was a little wearing."
"I don't want to talk about it," Kim said, turning her head to the side.
Kim felt deeply humiliated by all that had happened. Afterward, the boys had humiliated her even more by using a washcloth to clean her up while poking their fingers into her vaginal area. Each took turns saying, "Yeah, wow! She really is one tight cunt."
From the kitchen window, Kim saw there was a party going on across the street. There were lawn spotlights that threw beams clear across the street. Down the block, the yacht club was having a little to-do of its own, and as a result, the entire street was almost as bright as daylight, even though it was twelve-fifteen at night.
"Now you boys can untie her," the old man said as he finished preparing a chicken salad sandwich.
Dutifully, the twins untied Kim.
"I don't get it," Kim said to him. "How come you're untying me. You know I can run out that door in an instant."
"All the clothing is locked up in the bedrooms upstairs," the old man told her, biting into his sandwich, his eyes twinkling again. "Now if you want to run out there naked and start shouting at people, or even if you try running home in your birthday suit, letting the yacht club people see you, I'll just phone the police and tell 'em how you tried assaulting my two grandsons while trying to seduce me. You oughtta know what bad publicity in a small town like this can do."
Kim realized he was right. There was no way out of this dilemma for her until they gave her her skirt and a shirt and willingly let her go. Anything else would look very bad.
"All right," she nodded. "You win for now. But that doesn't mean you're going to get to me again. I don't like being used the way you used me."
"Young lady, if y'don't get your ass up to the bathroom right away and douche yourself, you just might get yerself pregnant. Y'know, it don't matter how old a man is, he still has active sperm. So if y'have any sense, you'll move that lovely behind upstairs now!"
Harold Warren was right and Kim knew it. She hustled upstairs to the bathroom and found the rubber bag with the rubber hose. She filled it with warm water, sat in the bathtub, and douched herself. She repeated the process a half dozen times to make sure. She thought of wrapping towels around herself and then running from the house, but even then it would look bad if the old man kept his word and called the police. Heck! She knew that was exactly what he would do, too.
Sighing, she wrapped a big towel around herself and went downstairs. Harold Warren looked at her and said, "If the towel makes you feel better for now, go ahead and wear it, but when we feel like it, it's coming off, honey."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Kim asked. "I just wanted to make a little money so I volunteered to sit with the kids until either you or their father came home."
"Look," the old man pointed out as Kim took a seat in the kitchen, "I'm an old man now. Ain't many women I can find who are really interested in me. The boys, well they're young, so they can't Find many women interested in them. I mean, y'don't honestly expect them to go screwin' some li'l ten-year-old girl, now do ya? I mean, a ten-year-old girl don't really know nuthin', she ain't really capable of havin' any kind of an orgasm. All she'd get is a lotta pain, and y'know, honey, the one thing we don't like to deal in is pain. I mean, poppin' your cherry was a necessary kinda pain, but if pain ain't necessary, ain't no reason to bring it on no one. Get me?"
"If there are other old men who feel the way you do, surely there must be other old women who want it as well."
"Most old women are what we call those with strong moral fiber. Honey, I can't see bustin' my hump tryin' to con some old biddy into givin' me and the boys her dried-up withered ol' pussy. Bernice now, that was a different story. We didn't have to con her. She was the one who started workin' on the boys. She's always had this thing fer young boys. Later on, if y'like, one of the twins'll tell y'how she started it all. That's neither here nor there at the moment, though. I came home one evenin', and I went up to m'bedroom, and it so happens m'bedroom is next to that of the two fellas here. I heard somethin' goin' on in there, and when I opened the door, there was the three of them on the bed, with one of the boys pumpin' into Bernice's pussy, and the other fella sockin' this li'l cock into her mouth. She was havin' the ball of her life, suckin' the little fella off. So what the hell! I joined in. All four of us had a ball regularly after that, for almost a year. Then my son walked in on us one day, and he joined in. Actually, when I say we balled for a year, y'have to remember the little fellas were with their mom for six months so we didn't have no sere win' around then. But when the kids came back Bernice came back, and everythin' was fine until a little while ago, when dumb Arlene walked in on us while the four of us was poundin' Bernice."
"Four of you? How is that possible?"
"Well, you jes' take my word for it, the four of us was into her, all at once. Heck, if you'd hang around long enough we'd be more'n happy to demonstrate on you."
"No thank you," Kim told them. "By rights, my tour as a babysitter ended when you came home. Look, Mr. Warren, just give me my clothes and a shirt and let me go, huh. All I want to do is go home."
"No, it wouldn't be fair to the little fellas," the grandfather said. "I mean, after all, they did see me boff you. It's only right they get their turn."
"I-I can't do this," she insisted.
"Look, honey, either y'do it, or we have to call the cops."
"I can't, I just can't," she gasped, holding her throat. "Don't you have any feeling for me at all? Especially after what you did to me?"
"Aw come on," the old man snapped. "The kids ain't gonna hurt you none. Look, tell you what. Suppose you take 'em on one at a time. I mean, if y'took 'em both on together you'd be able to get it over and done with."
"I-I can't," she said, shaking her head.
"Here," the old man told her. "While y'were upstairs I made you a little drink. Toss it off."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Just a little absinthe. It does the job as far as makin' you kinda want to do as we wantcha to do."
"Please!" she begged.
"Either you do like I say or I'll get the cops here right now," he told her.
"All right," she nodded, too afraid to argue.
Kim finished the drink she had been given, and even before the old man had taken the glass from her, her senses were swimming. There had to be a way out of this horrible nightmare, but at the moment she was unable to think of what that way might be, and the drink certainly hadn't helped. She was a girl unused to alcohol, so the absinthe not only was fully aphrodisiacally potent, but made her head swim even more. She had no idea just where she was or what was happening, but she suddenly realized she was in one of the bedrooms. It was the master bedroom from the looks of it. The furniture was still solid contemporary, with an oversized bed in the middle of the room made of mahogany. A huge armoire, a dressing table, a dresser, and solid chairs, all made of mahogany as well, rested against the walls, and the two huge walk-in closets had mahogany-stained doors.
Kim was now lying on the bed, though she had no recollection of actually lying down. The towel had been removed from her, and her golden body glittered in the room's indirect lighting. She felt so alone and afraid, so totally helpless. What made it worse was the young boy on the bed with her. Was it Craig or Michael? She was still unable to tell one from the other. He looked less like a child and more like an evil imp.
Glancing around, she saw the grandfather and the other twin were seated in the two chairs to her right. They were as naked as she, and both were smiling, waiting to see how the boy on the bed would handle things.
"Come on, Mike," the sitting boy urged.
So this one was Michael, the one who had lapped her earlier.
The boy reached out and put his small hand on her thigh, making her shiver. He reached higher, and Kim wanted to close her loins, but found she lacked the strength to do so. That drink Harold Warren had given her was more than a little potent. The boy's hand moved upward, becoming more and more confident with each movement. His fingers ran lewdly through her mossy pelvic brush, the teasing blonde down of her softly curling hairs exciting and arousing him with heated passion.
Kim lay, unmoving save for the involuntary relaxing of her thigh muscles to allow the small boy access to the juncture between her thighs. Inside, she was a mass of turmoiled sensations as she realized her body, against the orders of her brain, was reacting to what this fiend of a boy was doing. Her sensitive nerve-endings, inflamed by the absinthe she had swallowed, seemed to have minds of their own. She dimly realized that whether she liked it or not, her mind was no longer in command of her body, and tears began flowing down her cheeks. Her body was once again betraying her, and though she didn't want anything to do with this horrible boy, her physical being was clamoring for inner attention. Wicked old Harold Warren had helplessly trapped her, and there was no escape. Even if the whole world believed her story, should she get away, she would still bear the stigma in the eyes of everyone else as the girl who was screwed by a seventy-three-year-old man and two ten-year-old boys.
She prayed for some kind of strength to endure the horrible occurrence about to take place, knowing she had to submit. She felt so helplessly trapped and all alone. She shut her eyes and found herself thinking of Marty, the boy who had warned her against all this. Had she allowed him to make love to her, it would have been a truly pleasurable experience. He was the perfect man, too. She had been so adamant because her mother had taught her to "respect" her body. She had respected it to the point where the one male she did like had kept his hands off, while the males she had thought least-likely to attack her were now in the process of doing so, one by one.
She cringed, thinking about what was going to happen as the small boy cupped her vagina.
"Michael," the grandfather said softly. "Remember, you must always prove yourself the dominant one, or the woman will try to take over. The important thing is to bend her to your will. Right now the two of you are on top of the bedspread. Make her remove the covers."
"Okay. You-Kim, you heard my grandpa. Get up and take the covers off the bed."
Shuddering, Kim somehow got to her feet, and as the young boy scrambled to his feet beside her, cupping her breast with one hand, she pulled the spread down. Then she lay nakedly on the bed, her legs clamped tightly together and her arms folded over her breasts as she pulled her nipple from the boy's questing fingers. She looked at the ceiling, afraid to look at either of the two boys or their grandfather.
"See?" Harold Warren told his grandsons. "Once you make 'em obey they get used to taking orders and they'll do anything you want. Now remember what I taught you. Merely doing something to her is not enough. You have to get her involved. She has to want you to do it. Remember, even though she never came out and admitted she wanted to be fucked, we were able to read it in her eyes. Just remember, Michael, even if she never verbally says anything, you have to wait for those beautiful brown eyes of hers to plead with you before you actually fuck her."
"Must you be so vulgar about this?" Kim asked, trembling, trying to show she would never willingly comply.
"Hey, you don't talk to my grandpa like that," Michael insisted. "Just for that, I don't wanna see your face for now. So you turn over and lie on your stomach, huh."
Hating herself for actually assenting with the wishes of a ten-year-old boy, but reasoning that to obey meant getting this terrible ordeal over with that much more quickly, she slowly, reluctantly did as he ordered, rolling onto her belly. She wasn't afraid of any real pain from these three. The most painful part of her experience had been the losing of her hymen. Whatever they did now, no matter how horrible, she would force herself to endure it. Imagine, she was going to be roped by a ten-year-old boy, and was actually powerless to do anything about it. Well, there was no law that said she had to respond. She had to endure it, but she didn't have to like it. Regardless of what Harold Warren said, in her own mind she was content that she had not begged him for anything, nor would she openly beg this little monster for anything. The whole idea was utterly preposterous.
The naked boy was once more on the bed, sitting near her buttocks. He reached out with his small hand, starting to trace the outlines of her loveliness, lightly drawing his hand over the curvature of her spine. He ran his tiny hand up the length of her back, then down again, rubbing the twin orbs of her buttocks, raising goose pimples all over her. Then his fingers drifted down over her legs, sliding inside her thighs, then back up to her smooth tanned bottom with the white strip of flesh running across it.
"Now remember everything I taught you," the grandfather told the boy.
Kim looked at Harold and Craig Warren. The grandfather's penis was not only limp, but still completely shrunken. Craig, on the other hand, had as erect a penis as possible for such a small boy. Even his cock was the exact duplicate of his brother's, with a tan shaft and a pink head. She was already sensing the twitches in Michael's little cock.
Michael was kneading and squeezing her buttocks with both hands, digging his fingers so deeply into her soft skin he left welts on the silken flesh.
"Gee, you really are much better looking than Bernice," the boy told her.
"Come on, Michael," she gasped. "Just do what you want to and get it over with. I just want to get out of here. Your grandfather has me so hogtied he knows I can't go hollering rape."
"Dear, dear," Harold Warren tut-tutted. "I thought that by now you'd realize we have at no time raped you. Even when I fucked you, your body was clamoring for it. Don't bother to deny it, young lady. I've fucked quite a few women in my time, and I've never had to stoop to anything as heinous as rape."
"Well, I'm still not willing," she told him, tears drenching her eyes.
"Michael, go t'work on her, but good," the old man insisted. "Let's see if you're good enough to make her want it."
Kim trembled as the little boy began kissing the nape of her neck, kissing very wetly and amateurishly, as only a young boy would kiss. His small tongue began tracing a wet line down her spine. He crouched lower as his mouth neared her buttocks. Then his tongue moved lower, to her thighs and knees, paying special attention to the insides of her knees. It was like being touched with the feather she had dreamed about earlier. His small mouth was hot on the insides of her thighs as he approached the juncture where his lips briefly burrowed into the hidden crevice. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Kim, his mouth had completely run the length of her entire body, from the soles of her feet to the nape of her neck, and back again. He was at her ears now, probing into her right ear with his tongue tip, and Kim shuddered. Even if this was a little boy, what he was doing was driving her absolutely crazy, at least physically. The boy ran his wet tongue around the shell-shape of her ear, biting her lobe, making her quiver even more.
Kim gasped, fighting the inner fires within her, doing her best to keep them from swelling, though what the boy was doing was definitely having its effect on her. Little by little she became aware that her body was once again an inwardly roaring furnace, and she struggled to maintain some kind of control. She was bucking and leaping up and down as the fiery sensations churned through her loins.
Good heavens! she thought. It's starting all over again, and this time with a ten-year-old boy. The little stinker's kisses are burning up. I have to control myself. I can't surrender to this little rat. His grandfather has turned him into a sex maniac. Oh wow! What can I do?
"Now y'can turn over," Michael told her. "I wanna get a look at those boobs of yours again. I wanna see how round and juicy they look."
Sighing, hating herself for complying, Kim rolled onto her back. The boy moved up and instantly began sucking on her left nipple. His mouth opened wider, and he was biting the entire areola, sucking it into his mouth while his other hand continued caressing her right breast. He cupped the creamy white hillock, then began kneading it as he had squeezed her buttocks, his thumb and fingers making the nipple stand up like a solid pink pellet. Kim writhed even more.
The blonde girl felt the charging, blasting electric shock of what the boy was doing in her rapidly moistening vagina, and she whimpered involuntarily with the pleasurable sensation, knowing her body was starting to enjoy it, even if her mind was set against this forbidden act. This terrible young boy was soon going to imitate his grandfather and fornicate with her.
She was determined to shut off the feelings in her body. Even if she was unable to prevent this, she had to prevent the physical enjoyment of it. It was against everything she had ever believed in. Somehow she had to find a way to keep herself from responding. Her face screwed itself into a knot as she concentrated on all the horrible things she knew in the hope these might help her forget what was being done to her.
Michael's tongue trailed moistly across the front of her torso, stopping momentarily to lick into the little cup of her navel, and Kim was unable to keep her body from responding, bouncing up and down. Her lips moaned with pouting displeasure, angry at herself for being unable to retain control of her body. She had to try harder because she might otherwise succumb to this villainy, and she would be as bad as they.
He kissed lower, his lingual digit moving downward through her blonde pelvic curls at the triangle of her thighs.
She had kept her legs clamped together for quite some time now, but the boy's licking tongue made her automatically start to open them again. That damned absinthe was really doing a job on her. She had hoped that by drinking it she might fall into a stupor, and then they would either have to do things to her while she was unconscious, or not be able to do things to her at all. Things were working out in just the opposite way.
Michael's tongue was now replaced by his moving hand. He inserted an exploratory finger into her soft, hair-surrounded crease. He forced his small finger down until he found the hooded bud of her tingling clitoris. He rubbed the ball of his finger against it, grunting with satisfaction as it began to grow, swelling under his amateurish ministrations.
Kim found all this impossible to believe. Had the absinthe not made her so dizzy, she might well have gotten up and made some kind of a rurt for it. With the noise going on outside, the party at one house and the rousing fun at the yacht club, there was no way her screams would be heard if she elected to scream. Besides, Craig was probably itching to gag her again. The two boys and the old man were tormenting her body beyond belief.
Unexplainably, she lost the last little bit of control she had over her thighs. Suddenly, of their own volition, they spread themselves wide apart. It was precisely what Michael wanted. He liked the idea of being able to gobble pussy, and now his face fell against her open orifice, his mouth exploring the hot pink flesh until it finally discovered her pulsing clitoral nodule in its canopy of slightly darker skin at the top of her inner lips. He licked repeatedly, making Kim moan with agonized pleasure as he pulled the little button between his lips and began sucking and holding it firmly while his tongue ran around it again and again until he released it and pressed the lingual extension flatly against her clitoris, rubbing the tip of it back and forth.
"No ... uhhhhhhhhh ... don't do that..." Kim gasped. "I'm ... uuunnnnhhhh ... too sensitive there..."
Michael was in no mood to listen to her. He had found a new toy and was enjoying himself with it.
Opening his mouth wider, he slid his tongue downward, letting the small length of it slide into the damp, viscous stickiness of her throbbing internal organ. With his small face buried into the searing muskiness of her ravished pussy, the boy heard the whimpers and mewls of uncontrolled sound he was causing her to moan. Each time his tongue twirled around her velvety inner tumescence, licking the rich-tasting coral tunnel, she gasped again. His tongue, being so much smaller than his grandfather's, fit that much more snugly inside her. Drawing her unresisting legs up, he slid his skinny arms under them so that his shoulders were now tightly wedged between her wide-open, tan thighs. He tongued more and more rapidly, and Kim knew if the boy kept this up, she would shortly be climbing the walls in search of another orgasm. No matter what happened, she would not lower herself and beg any of the three of them to do things like this to her. She was too much of a lady, and no matter how much they degraded her, she maintained a high degree of self-respect.
The young boy slipped both hands under her rounded and pillarly thighs. He pushed on them shoving her knees back, lifting her calves so they draped over his small shoulders. He moved his hands higher, filling them with her rounded buttocks, feeling the tiny muscle movements in them as he strained to tug her rectal cheeks closer to him, his tiny fingers digging sharply, almost brutally into her, bruising the soft flesh.
As she felt the boy's tongue sink all the more deeply into the liquid depths of her frothing pussy, Kim gasped, unable to contain the pleasure her body was feeling. Pure frustration over trying to keep her sounds inside her finally made her scream. This was wrong, but her body, against her will, was clamoring for more of it. Instinctively she reached for the tight dark curls on the boy's head, grasping at him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she found herself on the horns of a dilemma. One hand tried to push him away, and the other attempted to pull him all the more deeply into her. Sensations of passion engulfed her, but she fought them back-for a little while. Soon she found herself helpless to resist, but she continued telling herself she would not enjoy this wickedness, in spite of the fact that her body was automatically reacting animalistically to the sensual sexuality of his probing and searching tongue.
Unable to think any longer, Kim felt her blood burning as the absinthe, like acid, bubbled in her arteries. She had to have some kind of release from this torture.
"Good, good, good," Harold Warren urged. "That's excellent, Michael. You're very good at that. Though she won't say anything her eyes are glistening. She needs more of what you're doing."
"You horrid old man," Kim gasped helplessly.
Harold Warren merely cackled. She had called him old again, but he was proving he wasn't washed out and useless. First he had vented his sexual hunger on her, and now his grandsons, his pupils, were, one at a time, doing the same thing. , Standing, he walked over to the bed, and looking straight down into Kim's face, he said, "Why don't you have the courage to admit it? You know you want to be fucked again. With a vagina like yours, not even Michael's penis would be too thin. Your cunt muscles are strong enough to crack a pencil. The boy can go on licking all night long, if I tell him to. He'll know when you're nearing your satisfaction and he'll stop. Tell him you want him to fuck you."
"No!" Kim shouted at him. "No! You coerced me into this, and I won't be degraded further. Whatever my body feels it feels because it's animalistically responding. But I'm not an animal. I'm a human being, and no matter what you do to me, I won't surrender."
"If you only saw yourself. Craig, go into your father's room and wheel that full length mirror in here. I want our young lady to realize just what she looks like."
The second twin was out of the room in a flash as Kim gasped, feeling Michael's tongue stab violently into her seething depths.
"Admit it!" Harold Warren whispered. "Admit you want to be fucked. Say the words, you sweet little cunt."
"Never!" Kim snapped at him. "You'll never get me to say such terrible things."
Craig came back with the full length mirror and wheeled it to the foot of the bed. He tilted it so that Kim was able to see herself, lying with her thighs widely spread, while the other twin poked his tongue into her wide open feminine vent. The sight ought to have been degrading, but looking, she felt more aroused than ever.
"Michael," the grandfather said aloud, "stop the cuntlapping."
The boy pulled his face from her teeming pussy, and Kim, staring in the mirror, saw the rich pink folds of her vagina had turned almost red. With the boy's tongue no longer there, she felt a great emptiness, and suddenly the need for fulfillment began tormenting her. Yes, it was wrong, and it was evil, but she badly needed satisfaction at this point. Having had one climax, having known what it was all about, and now being built toward a second orgasm, the interruption was driving her body into convulsions.
Michael stood obediently near the head of the bed, his rampant little penis pointing directly at her, waiting for his grandfather to tell him to continue. He knew his grandpa wouldn't let him go unsatisfied. '
Kim's body was screaming for physical fulfillment, and against the orders of her mind her fingers sank into her own screaming vaginal crevice, and without realizing it, she slipped her own middle finger against her wet slash. The point of her finger found her clitoris, and she began rubbing it back and forth, moving her hips in obscene circles as she lay on the bed, thighs splayed widely and obscenely, her breath coming in heated spasms, her eyes brightly glazed. Though her mind shut everything off, her body was continuing to react as she slammed her fulcrum against her hand again and again. For some reason she felt as if her entire being was one big vagina. She ached for satisfaction.
Almost out of her mind with the desire for needed release, she pulled her legs up, fully exposing the entire plane of her womanhood to the man and the two boys. Reaching down, she spread the lips of her hot pussy widely, staring at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what she looked like, telling herself to stop it, but unable to physically restrain herself. Her open labia were a pair of blood-filled lips, wide apart and begging even if her mouth refused to say anything.
"You see," Harold Warren said to his grandsons. "She's too stubborn to come out and admit she wants to be fucked, but the movements of her hands and body tell the whole story. She wants that tight pussy reamed out all over again. She's beggin' for love, lads."
"You're a horrid beast," Kim said to the man. "No decent human being would do this to any woman."
"No decent woman'd keep on fightin' what she knows she feels deep inside her. C'mon, girlie, you wanna be fucked, and y'know it. Say it, and I'll let Michael fuck you."
"Don't do me any special favors," Kim insisted.
"Sex ain't doin' no one favors," the old man pointed out. "Both parties involved kinda like it. You're a stubborn little twat, Kimmie. You'll learn, though. You'll earn real good before we're through with you. Y'may never come back here again, but every time you walk past this house, that cunt of yours is gonna twitch like crazy, remembering all the great times it had here."
"You really are insane."
"Time to get things moving again. C'mon girlie, off the bed, on the floor, on yer knees." "What for?" Kim asked.
"Don't ask questions," the old man told her, "or I'll have one of the boys get a camera and take pictures of yer naked body which we'll show all over the neighborhood. Just do like yer told, come off the bed and get on yer knees."
Sighing, Kim rose from the bed, slid off, and went to her knees next to the bed. The old man had Michael sit on the edge of the bed, and then had him lie back with his thighs spread wide, and his feet still dangling over the side.
"Now you move between the boy's thighs," the old man insisted.
Kim, still not knowing what the old man was up to, did as she was instructed. She was looking down at the young boy's stiff penis as it pointed almost directly at her face. His small, hairless sac covered two tiny balls, and if the situation weren't so serious, she would have been laughing. The penis, neither longer nor thicker than her middle finger, was leaking the colorless lubrication she, herself had felt seeping from her own thighs. His testicles, small as they were, jumped up and down in the tiny wrinkled sac, and the muscles in his thighs were twitching in anxious anticipation of what the young boy knew had to be coming.
"For a small boy he's not that badly built," the grandfather said. "When he grows up, he'll be like his daddy and his grandpa."
"So?" Kim shrugged, her eyes still on the penis as if it was hypnotizing her.
"It's time for the boy's cock and you to get better acquainted. Before y'take it into yer cunt, I think y'd better suck on it, first. You're kneelin' in the right position, so take it in yer mouth and give it a good tongue bath."
Turning her head, she looked at the old man and shouted, "You are a crazy old loon. I can't ever do a thing like that."
"Kim-girl, don't be givin' us such a difficult time. I kept you from suckin' Craig's cock before 'cause you said to give you a little time. Well we gave you a little time. Now you'll be suckin' Michael's little penis there, and be grateful it's not like min, 'cause I'd cram my cock all the way into yer pretty little gullet and maybe choke y'a little. Now get that mouth of yours to work."
This whole thing was getting completely out of hand. Kim wanted to jump up and run out of there, but she knew the old crazy man would probably call the police, and even if she got back to her house safely, without a key she'd be ringing the bell until someone let her in. In the meantime, a squad car might pick her up, and she was certain to be spotted standing nakedly outside by more than one person. Yet she was determined she didn't want to do this latest thing.
The old man reached down and put a hand on the nape of her neck. He ran his other hand over her full breasts, then kneeled beside her and touched the curve of her waist and the roundness of her haunch. He rubbed his soft cock against her side, letting the seeping lubrication wash itself all over her. At the same time he was reaching lower with his hand, sliding it between her thighs, rubbing the clitoral bud that now stood out so far, creating more and more erotic stimulation.
Perspiration broke out all over Kims's forehead as his finger began rubbing her clitoris, and the shock of it was more than she was able to stand, even though her mind continued resisting. Her hips, without her willing them to do so, were gyrating in small circles, and her moist vaginal lips ran themselves up and down the length of the old man's moving finger.
He pressed very gently on the nape of her neck, saying, "Don't make out like it's such a horrible thing, Kim. All the women who learn to do it, learn to like it. Her face was moving closer and closer to the boy's rock solid little penis.
"Please..." she begged. "Don't make me..."
"Start kissing, Kim," he told her.
The old man was playing games with her, and Kim realized he was going to make a fool of her. This was the one thing she had never wanted to do, no matter how much she liked the male she was with. Other girl friends had told her how their boy friends had forced them to do it. Kim didn't like the idea of being forced to do anything. Yet she had no choice as she felt his fingers apply more pressure to the back of her neck. Reluctantly, she lowered her mouth to the tiny, blood-engorged tip, and placing her lips gingerly against it, kissed the small penis, knowing full well in her mind this was another wrong. She was doing it solely because she was being forced to do it. Her body was demanding release as well, but she was certain it would never come this way. With a strong revulsion, she opened her mouth and let the small penis slide in, tasting the pungent masculinity of the young boy. Her mouth was surprised at the soft texture of his rubbery head as she folded her lips to cover her teeth to avoid biting him. She began sucking strongly.
"Make her use her tongue, grandpa," Michael gasped, bouncing his buttocks on the edge of the bed.
Without being told, Kim touched the head of his small phallus with her tongue and felt the jerking shock of it in him as she swirled her oral member around and around. She had no idea why she was slurping the penis so fastidiously, but it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to do, wrong though it might be. The tip of her tongue probed the tiny little slit in the head of the boy's stiff cock, and the boy's hips were now ramming up and down, thrilling to the feel of his entire cock being pulled on by her lips.
Against her will, Kim was feeling greater and greater sexual arousal as his movement sent a pounding, crashing, rhythmic sense of tingling through her entire body.
"That's enough," Harold Warren told her.
Thank goodness! Kim thought, wondering why she was moving her mouth so reluctantly away from the boy's penis.
"Now," the grandfather said, "just so there'll be no mistaking who is fucking whom, Michael, slide farther up onto the bed." The boy did so, still lying on his back. "Kim, you spread those lovely thighs over the boy, sit on his cock, and suck it into your tight cunt."
Kim wondered why she didn't think of this as being depraved. Her mother certainly would have thought of it as such. Even her sister, who was more liberal-minded than she, would never have stooped to letting herself fuck a ten-year-old boy. Yet the old man had her by the proverbial short and curlies, and so she slowly moved on top of young Michael, her legs straddling his spread hips. She reached down and gripped his tiny pole between her thumb and forefinger and then guided it, unerringly, into the wet warmth of her tightly anxious cunt, for though her mind continued to argue against what she was feeling, her vagina, having tasted satisfaction once, wanted more. She slowly dropped her weight onto the boy, absorbing the thin length of him in a single movement that was totally pleasurable as her vagina slowly but surely adjusted to his narrowness by tightening up. The young boy's rock hard flesh slammed into her vaginal vault, not filling her nearly as completely as the old man had done earlier, but creating a satisfactory feeling as her walls tightened even more until they had a firm grip on the phallic lance. Now she was so contracted that her cunt felt as tight to the young boy as it had felt to his grandfather earlier.
"Ooooommmmmmphhhhhh!" the boy gasped. "Hey, you be careful, Kim. You almost hurt me."
Even as he spoke, Michael's unexpected pain faded away, and the young boy was gasping with thrilled delight. He flexed his hips and drove his small cock upward, sinking it as far as possible into the tight tube of her squeezing vagina. The satiny wetness of her squeezing flesh completely enveloped him, Kim's body squirming and writhing above him uncontrollably.
"How's it feel, Mike?" Craig asked, walking over and watching his brother's glazed expression.
"Wow!" was all Michael was able to say.
"Good, huh?"
"She's a lot better'n old Bernice," Michael gasped. "Craig you ain't never felt anything so tight. Wow! She's really somethin'. "
"Do I go next, grandpa?" Craig asked, a whine in his voice.
"You sure do," his grandfather nodded. "Heck, it'll be awhile before I can get me another erection, and it'd be a real shame to let a sweet pussy like this go to waste."
Kim tried to shut her mind to this awful thing happening to her. She began moving without realizing it, and her body began to abandonedly thrust up and down the length of the tiny hardened cock, taking all of him in her wet, satin-lined cunt with each downward thrust. She unconsciously leaned forward, putting her weight on her hands, which now pressed into the bed on either side of the boy's head. This enabled her to move her hips more freely, and she began furiously pumping her roundly quivering buttocks up and down on the boy, moving faster and faster, her rhythm of lust inexorably increasing as she found herself locked to the boy by the upward thrusting of his erect phallus.
The reversal of roles bothered her. She realized what the old man was doing. This way, with her on top, he would always be able to claim she was fucking the boy rather than the boy fucking her. He was one real cute old codger. Without realizing it, she was becoming absorbed in concentrating on the sensations in her shuddering vagina. The freedom to move, to command her own direction and to set her own speed, created sheer pleasure in her body that her mind din't want, and she found her swirling brain lost in the morass of nerve-tingling thrills.
Bareassed, she rode bareback, pounding down against the boy's pelvis as if she were riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo, taking every last little bit of his small cock, and his balls, as well, with every frantic downward thrust. Against her will she was riding the boy for all he was worth, her hips writhing circularly, pounding insanely against him as she rose and fell, swirling in great, grinding undulations, her breasts hanging pendulously over his face. Her nipples beat against his cheeks and eyes, her belly slammed against his hairless groin as she leaned farther forward and crammed her body down all the harder.
The boy was wise enough to remain still, holding the length of his throbbing prick rigidly for her to ride on, letting her do all the moving, her tightly wet cunt sliding on his pulsating length, moving beyond the control of her mind. He was unable to match her pounding beat, so he raised his youthful hips higher, offering up his young manhood in sacrifice as she danced a ritualistic fornicating dance above him. The boy slid his clenched fists under his ass cheeks to keep them higher as her thrusting, pummeling cunt slammed nlown against him.
On and on Kim rode the young, unbridled bucking pony beneath her, arid it seemed like she was moving on a never ending trail.
"Wow!" Craig gasped. "Grandpa, she's terrific. I have to go next. I just have to. She really is better than Bernice."
"Take your grandpa's word fer it, boy, she's somethin' special, this one. Too bad we can't keep her around. Not that it'd matter too much t'you and yer brother, anyway. The both of you are goin' back with your mom, tomorrow. Remember, not a word of this t'her. She already made us lose Bernice. We don't want her losin' us any more fun when we get together. Next year the both of you'll be a little older, and your pricks'll be longer and thicker, and you'll really be drivin' the women crazy. Just leave it to grandpa to find more gals."
Kim pounded up and down gaspingly until she found herself on the edge of a volcanic chasm. Down below was a crater of boiling, bubbling molten lava. Without hesitation she charged her ypung mount into it, and at last she felt it growing inside her, coming to her as the molten lava surrounded and consumed her, the liquid racing through her as she felt a new orgasmic release about to spring forth. Though her mind kept arguing against it, her body craved it.
Michael, under her, had finally found the constant rhythm of her bucking movement and now rose to constantly meet her churning thrusts. He stabbed up into her, measuring her depths and tightness with his searing, rock solid shaft, slamming it into her as if hoping to pierce her tender belly with it until they were one in the blistering, thrilling pulsations of total orgasm.
"AAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIII ... EEEEEEYYYYYYIIIIII ... HHHHHHEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" the young boy squeaked out, his soprano cry frothing forth from his small mouth as his face twisted and contorted, changing his features so that for the moment he no longer resembled his twin brother even a little. His heavy sperm began jetting into the tight confines of Kim's tender cunt, hosing all her walls again and again until the sheer weight of the fluid made most of it plop out of her onto his pelvis.
The boy's penis shrank swiftly, and Kim realized she was left hanging on the edge of her own cataclysm. She was panting, but refused to say a word, knowing anything she said would only put her that much more into the old man's power.
Harold Warren realized what was happening. His own cock was not yet hard, and he felt it would be unfair to Craig to bring her to a finish with himself not yet near an orgasm, so he rolled Kim off Michael, and as she lay on the bed, he jammed his fingers into her cunt and pushed them in and out while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. It was all Kim needed to go over the edge, and she found herself cumming.
"HHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGH H H H H H H
UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH ... A A A A A A R R R R G G G G H H H ... EEEEYYYYYAAAGGGGHHH ... CCCCCOMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG GGG!" she gasped.
Her body reached past her mind and tried sucking up the entire orgasm. It wasn't as heavenly as it had been when the old man had fucked her, but it was better than being left high and dry, or in this case, high and wet. Her cunt dilated around the fingers as her vaginal lips pulled him in while his thumb continued to rub her clitoris.
Finally her interior shrank and the old man pulled his cum-soaked fingers out of her. Craig was there with a washcloth and towel, and the grandfather used both before making certain Michael washed himself off again.
Kim lay there, tired out, incapable of movement for the moment. When she finally was able to move, she hurried to the bathroom and once again carefully douched herself until all of Michael was out of her. Her interior was sore from the drubbing of the two penises. The fact that Michael's had been smaller hadn't mattered even a little, because her vaginal interior had adapted so well to it, tightening around it. Harold Warren had been right about her vagina being able to handle them thin as well as thick.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, it was just after one o'clock in the morning. Kim was very tired, but the excitement plus the horror of it all kept her from being sleepy. Her only hope to get out of here lay in the return of Dennis Warren, and that wouldn't be for at least a half hour yet.
Sighing, she went downstairs to the kitchen and made herself a bologna sandwich. Being raped made her hungry.
CHAPTER FOUR
"This is a living nightmare," Kim insisted, finishing her sandwich. "Why do you persist on keeping me here against my will?"
She was nakedly sitting in the living room, and the old man and the two boys, no less naked than herself, were sitting there with her. She was on the sofa and they sat on assorted chairs. Just looking at them gave her chills. She was certain she would have been able to tell the twins apart by now, if only by the fact that Michael had cum once, and should have had a limp penis. The boy was young, with a load of stamina, and had almost instantly recovered. His cock was as hard as ever and Kim was unable to differentiate between them.
"Your trouble is your upbringing," the old man told her. "Tain't as if you're some kinda infant or something. Why the hell are you fightin' me? All I wanna do is give you a good time along with the boys. After all, they're going away tomorrow, so this is kinda like a farewell present for 'em. I mean, tain't like I'm really takin' something away for you. That there hymen of yours was one big pain in the pussy to begin with. So I got rid of it fer ye. Tell me, did you really expect to be a virgin when y'got married?"
"That's not the point," Kim snapped at him. "I'd like to be able to choose the man I go to bed with. I'm not some kind of a slave at a flesh market who has to do whatever makes her master happy."
"So you'd have picked some boy your own age, or maybe a little older," the old man laughed. "Hah! That probably would've been the sorriest moment of yer life. That cherry of yours was a hard thing to break. Any other guy would've cum in the process of doin' it. Girlie, I did y'a favor and ye don't even realize it. Even if I'd have caused nothin' but pain, so y'd be hatin' me instead of some boy you used to like. The fact remains I gave ye a lotta pleasure after the pain, and the boy here also gave ye pleasure. Come now, admit that much."
Kim wanted to deny it, but the simple fact was that physically her body had indeed felt a lot of pleasure. Nevertheless it was wrong. So she said, "Whether I liked it or not doesn't matter. It doesn't make it any more right."
"Y'know, when I was young I knew a girl like you. While we're waitin' fer you to get your strength back, I'm gonna tell you all about her.' So Harold Warren unfolded his story.
Her name was Carol. She was a little bit of a thing, no more than five feet tall, if that, with jet black hair and tan skin. She had eyes of brown in which a man might have drowned. Her nose was small, and so was her mouth, except that she used it too much to talk, and whenever boys took her out-this was way back a good fifty years earlier-she expected to be taken to the movies or a vaudeville show, and then for some ice cream, after which she'd always talk her way out of going to lovers' lane with the boy. Word got around that Carol was a cock-tease.
At that time, Harold Warren was a merchant seaman, home to visit his own folks, and having seen Carol, he decided she was pretty enough to date. True, she didn't have huge breasts, but the ones she had sure pushed her dress out nicely. She had small hips, a nice, almost boyish figure, and yet she was all woman. By now Carol was almost twenty-years old, but she was afraid of marriage because of what her mother had warned her about on the wedding night. Almost all her friends were married.
One Saturday evening Harold took Carol out. They went to the movies, then to a small restaurant, and afterward Carol started gabbing, hoping to convince Harold to take her home. Where other men drove her home merely to shut her up, Harold had another way. He didn't drive to Lovers' Lane because it was too crowded. Instead he drove his little flivver behind the huge iron works where no one else parked. Carol, realizing Harold was not going to take her home, tried to pretend she was asleep when he parked the car. Harold merely smiled, scrunched up next to her, and without a word passing between them, allowed his fingers to slide along the heavy swell of her small breast until his open palm cupped the full surging mound of her mammary very delicately.
"Harold, you shouldn't do that," Carol admonished, and tried pulling away. But Harold's other arm was around her shoulder, pulling her closer and closer to him. Her body stiffened as his middle finger ran up and down the bullet shape of her nipple, making it swell and peak.
Carol tried to argue with him, to pull away, even to slap his face, but Harold was determined to teach her a lesson. Hell! She was one shapely female, her soft, tanned skin tight and resilient, her close-cut black hair rich and shining. Even as she struggled she was gasping, but not because of the effort she was putting forth. Harold was arousing the sleeping animal in her.
He tweaked the sensitive nipple with thumb and index finger, and Carol shivered up and down her trembling spine. Pausing for a moment, he moved his exploring hand around the firm curve of her breast until his fingers found what he was seeking, and with a practiced one finger move, he undid all the buttons on the back of her dress. Carol gasped and struggled even more, but Harold told her, "Just relax, honey. We're more'n ten miles out of town, and the way back has a lotta rocks and hard ground. If y'try to walk it y'won't make it until morning."
"Don't ... " Carol begged. "Please ... oh please ... you know I have to be a virgin on my wedding night." In those days virginity on the wedding night was an important thing, so Harold said, "You just do as I want and when the time comes for me to marry you, you'll still have that sweet cherry."
"Me? Marry you? Never!" Carol insisted.
"Oh yes, my dear," Harold told her. "Not only will y'marry me, but tonight you're gonna kiss me to seal the bond."
"I've kissed a lot of boys," Carol gasped, knowing it was a lie.
"Not the way you're gonna kiss me, honey," he laughed.
His hand was inside her dress from behind, and he slipped his fingers between her warm flesh and the top of her bloomers, reaching a few inches into her rectal crevice. This made Carol jump indignantly, and so he reached even farther down and pressed the ball of his finger against the puckered ring of her anus.
"Don't you dare do this," Carol gasped.
"Don't see why not," Harold mused. "After all, all of you is gonna belong to me eventually, honey."
"Never!" Carol gasped.
He massaged her nakedly sensitive ass-hole in slow, tight, concentric circles as his hand opened and rubbed her buttocks, making her wriggle.
"Now I'm gonna give you a choice," Harold told her. "You can take off the dress yerself, or I'll tear it offen you, and if I tear it off, yer ma and pa are gonna wonder what happened."
"You wouldn't," Carol gasped.
"Want me t'prove it?" he asked.
"No!" she gasped.
"Then get that dress off, honey."
'Reluctantly, against her will, Carol pulled her dress carefully over her head, and while she was still pulling her head out of it, Harold undid the seven snaps holding her brassiere in place. Carol gasped when he reached under the cups of her brassiere and filled his hands with the firm smallness of her two breasts as she finished taking off the dress and putting it in the rear seat. She struggled with him when he removed the brassiere, but it did finally come off.
Harold stopped his smooth movements to admire Carol's body again. Yes, he liked the way she looked, so tiny, so frightened, but most especially feminine. He liked her shape, liked it a lot. He enjoyed the small, firm mounds of her breasts as they slightly jiggled with her ragged breathing. Carol had wanted to cross her arms in front of her, but he had slapped her hands away, and she sat upright, those lovely little breasts thrust proudly toward him, as if to tell him to do his worst because she knew that deep down she was not in any way yielding to him. Her nipples were elongated nubbins surrounded by half-dollar-sized brown areolas. They swelled even more rigidly as warm night air blew over them, sending a burst of inner electricity shooting through her entire body. Carol had never been with so dominant a man before. She had to admit she liked him better than the jellyfish she had previously gone out with.
"You swear I'll still be a virgin when we leave here?" she asked, again.
"I told you, if you was a virgin when we got here, you'll be a virgin when we leave, though to be truthful, it's you, the gal, I like, and not that dumb piece of cherry in your cunt. Y'know, it don't really matter much, 'cause I'm the guy you're gonna end up marryin'. "
"Just swear you won't. . . well, you know..."
"Y'mean y'don't want me t'fuck you? All right, honey, I'll save the fuckin' fer weddin' night."
He reached out again, his outstretched fingertips brushing delicately over her soft, warmly tingling, rounded breasts. First he massaged one, then gently caressed the other before clamping his hands over both of them, squeezing her soft, tanned flesh between his crushing fingers.
Carol felt shuddering thrills shoot through her body, but refused to admit how much she liked it. She ached to cry out for him to continue, but her upbringing was such she didn't dare admit she liked what he was doing. She was a gentle lady, and her mother had told her that she must remember she was a lady at all times. Even so, she was unable to control the reactions of her body, and her thighs were opening and closing like swinging bar room doors. A warm dampness filled the crotch of her bloomers, spreading between her rounded thighs, making her grind her buttocks salaciously against the car seat. They clenched the fabric of her panties tightly between them, and she clamped her mouth shut to keep the unlady-like sighs from escaping. His touch on her breasts drove her insane with a passion she had never before known was inside her, and she was going out of her mind with blind thrills. A scream of lust 'leaped from her throat to her mouth, and she forced herself to swallow it. His knowledgeable fingers made her wriggle uncontrollably. She offered no resistance, though she ought to have, when he made her stretch out on the car seat as he continued to relentlessly caress the nakedly soft tan mounds of her small, rounded mammaries. A low, moaning cry finally escaped from her as he roughly seized the tenderly throbbing swollen nipples and squeezed them, enjoying the way they pulsated. He toyed with them mercilessly, and Carol knew this strange man had control of her as no other man ever would.
His hands left her feverishly expanded nipples and now slowly eased along the flat, almost indented plane of her belly. Without realizing it, Carol's buttocks arched off the car seat as Harold's fingers slid under the waistband of her bloomers. There was a dim exit light at the rear of the iron works, and in this yellow light Harold was able to see Carol's struggling body was covered with tiny goose bumps, for even though she was responding to what he wished, she kept whispering for him to stop. He reached lower, sliding his fingers through her sparse ebony hairs and finally made shocking contact with the warmly moist lips of her tender vagina.
"Uuuuuummmmmmphhhhhh!" Carol gasped. "Oh no ... no ... you mustn't. . . you promised..." she murmured, her voice floating mindlessly through the night because of the ecstasy she felt at the touch of this man's hand on her vagina.
Clinging to the soft, moist flanges of her delicate vagina with his curved fingers, Harold ventured a middle finger between the wetly pink ridges, and Carol gasped as her feverish loins suddenly thrust themselves automatically against his hand. Her mouth was still babbling, pleading with him not to do this, and to temporarily silence her, he kissed her for the first time. When he finished the kiss, he said, "I have another way to shut you up, honey, and I'm gonna show it to you in a little while. Then, any time-you open that yap of yours again, just remember I'm gonna shut you up the same way again."
His middle finger slowly examined the entire wet length of her heated cunt, once more reaching forward to touch the tiny muscular crinkle of her anus, then letting the finger slide up to titillate the delicate clitoris, teasing the slavering lips of her vagina as well. When his finger probed into the clasping vise of her vagina, her soft pink walls, tight as they were, parted unhesitatingly as his outstretched middle finger slipped, with some difficulty, into her tightly clasping corridor. He moved his finger in and out, plunging it a little deeper each time until it touched the delicate membrane of her hymen. The mere touch made her gasp as she felt a little pain.
"Hey, you really are a virgin," he smiled. "Well, hell, like I said, I ain't gonna fuck you until wedding night. For now, we'll content ourselves with a little fingerfucking. Okay?"
Carol tried to reply, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Harold sadistically squirmed a second finger into her tight vaginal tract, pushing both fingers in up to the first knuckle, thrilling to how tightly constrictive she was inside. He kissed her mouth again, clogging her throat with his tongue as he worked his fingers around and around in her cunt while rubbing the heel of his hand against her clitoris. He had her sitting against him with her feet stretched toward the door while he sat behind the wheel. His left hand cupped her left breast from behind and his right hand was working in her vagina.
"Well," he said, pulling his lips from hers as her head nestled against his chest, "d'you like it or not?"
"I'm not supposed to say," she told him, panting heavily.
"Either you tell me or I'll take my fingers out."
"Oh no!" she gasped, and realized too late that she had committed herself.
He slid his fingers from inside her throbbing vagina and began palpating the little bulb of her throbbing pink clitoris, rubbing firmly with both fingers, making it swell and enlarge. He massaged the incredibly sensitive nerve-ending as the now sex-starved girl moaned and writhed against him in the car. He used his thumb as well, rolling the little pink pellet back and forth as if it were a marble, teasing the pulsing bullet, making Carol repeatedly gasp and choke for air as continuous waves of thrillingly rippling ecstasy now swept through her shamelessly aroused body.
Her naked pelvis ground itself firmly against his fingers and the man continued his maddening digital assault on her tender vaginal area, twisting and tugging the hardened nodule of her delicate clitoris until her moans were no longer soft. She cried out loudly from the delightful agonies of his talented fingering. She thrashed, vibrated, jerked and twisted, gasping, "Don't stop! For the love of heaven, don't stop!" Her voice was shrilly screaming, her words bouncing off the brick walls of the iron works.
Sensing she was near her orgasm, Harold began roughly rubbing her moistly throbbing vaginal slit with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the quivering fleshy peak of her clitoris and along her heated furrow between the anxiously leaking labia of her quivering vagina.
Suddenly Carol's tight buttocks and back were arching high off the auto seat as if she were possessed by a dozen different demons, her heatedly wet pussy now grinding insanely against his moving fingers as a long, pitiful moan slipped from her parched, open lips. " H H H A A A RRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The impassioned young woman jerked and quivered from head to foot, twisting convulsively with her thighs clamped around Harold's wrist as the shuddering currents of her orgasm raced from her heatedly straining loins, bathing his hand in a slippery gush of orgasmic juices that soaked his palm while seeping down the crevice of her buttocks before spreading in lewd trickles over the soft moons of her buttocks. Finally, with a trembling sigh, her behind slowly sank back to the car seat and she lay with her head pressed firmly against the chest of Harold Warren.
She was panting hoarsely, struggling to regain her breath, and she finally said, "Oh Harold ... that was unbelievable."
"Get yourself dressed, honey," he told her. "Before we leave here,' we're going to try something else."
Without realizing what he meant, Carol hurriedly slipped into her undies and her dress. When she was finally dressed, she said, "What idea do you have in mind now?"
"I told you I was gonna find a way to shut you up when you opened that pretty little mouth of yours."
"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, suddenly feeling her heart beating quickly.
"You just flip over on your belly, honey, and then get ready to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work on this. Get used to it, 'cause when we're married you're gonna pipe me every night before I fuck you."
Before she realized it, Carol was lying on her belly on the car seat, and was staring down at the massive poker of muscle he had removed from his now-unbuttoned fly.
The dark-haired woman's brain reeled at the sight of his throbbing penis. He wanted her to use her mouth on that. Surely he wasn't serious. Decent people never indulged in horrible things like that; not ever. The mere thought of it made her sick.
"My Lord! Harold, you must be joking," she told him. "Surely you can't expect me to .--. . "
The man was determined to totally subjugate and dominate this pretty brunette no other man wanted to date. She was going to be his for a lifetime, and he had to make certain she did precisely as she was told. She lay with her head above his lap, all the while desperately trying to think of a way out, but as her face moved closer and closer to his penis, she realized there was no way out. No other man was interested in her, and to be truthful, she really wasn't interested in any other man. This was the first man in her life who had ever meant anything, but she was terrified at the sight of that long, white stalk with the red topping.
"Must I?" she gasped, chokingly.
"You better believe it," Harold told her. "What's more, you're gonna love it once you get used to it."
Carol turned her face away from his throbbing penis, pressing it into his stomach, pressing her eyes into the cloth of his shirt, hoping that when she looked again, it would be gone. She was breathing deeply now, gasping, terrified.
Harold gripped her by her short hairdo, and turned her lovely face so that her mouth hovered a scant inch above his solidly erect cock.
"Don't make me force it on you, kiddo," he told her. "I am gonna be blown by you tonight, and every night from now on. What's more, I'm gonna prove how much I dig you by licking that pretty pussy of yours with my tongue, too. But you gotta learn that in our house there's only one boss, and that boss is gonna be me."
Carol sobbed, knowing she was helpless against this man's brute strength. Heaven help her, but this was one thing she had no desire to do.
Harold was young and very impatient. Tired of waiting for Carol to obey him, he twisted his fingers in her short, black hair and began pulling hard. The pain shooting through her head was so overpowering, Carol was certain she would pass out. Her head was between his flat stomach and the steering wheel, and directly below her face was the throbbing phallus, its head leaking a light and colorless oil. He pushed slowly, pressing her lips against his penile point, and twisted his fingers in her hair. Once more she began screeching with agony.
"Open your mouth wider, Carol, and get it to work sucking my cock. Come on now! Suck it!" he said.
Her mouth opened slightly wider, forced to when she felt more pain with the pulling of her hair. Her agonized lips parted more and more widely as Harold gazed at the top of her head, then slowly pushed it down, forcing the gigantically pulsating penile dome into the heatedly moist cavern of her mouth, letting it lay there twitching slightly as it grew still harder and became even stiffen The young woman simply lay with her mouth open and half-filled with his hard cock, not moving as tears rolled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She was afraid any movement on her part would make his penis brush against her tongue, and then the enormous shaft trying to fill her mouth might swell and grow even larger.
"You have a choice of either doin' it willingly or untillingly," he told her. "But I will have that cock of mine sucked. You pick how y'want it done."
Carol realized there was no way to escape this man. She also realized that if she lost him, any man after him would be a pale copy of him. This was the man she had been waiting for all her life. So what it amounted to was she'd have to suck his cock because he was the one good thing that had ever happened to her. Losing Harold Warren was an even worse ordeal than having to suck his cock, and so Carol decided, no matter how disgusting this thing was that he wanted her to do, it was worth it to hold onto him. He was a real man and that, after all, was what she had always wanted in life. Fighting back the mounting knot of nausea in her belly, she closed her wetly soft lips over the muscularly throbbing staff and without wanting to, found herself teasing it with her tongue. She felt his hand in her hair loosen its hold as she began complying with his insistent demands. His powerful hands still held her, though not nearly as agonizingly, but she knew this was one man who would not hesitate to cause her pain if it meant the enhancement of his own pleasures.
Harold was not a mean or brutal individual, but was insistent that his wife be his wife, and not simply the woman to whom he was married. It wasn't a question of humiliating her, but of making her understand that in their family, he was going to be the lord and master.
Looking down, Harold enjoyed the sight of his lengthy, swollen pole of muscle and flesh protruding from his fly, and throbbing ever so gently in her warm, half-opened wet mouth. He felt the way her pursed lips stretched around his swollen pole with his corona behind her teeth, and in a way he was sorry she hadn't protested a bit more. This was a good woman, but every woman worthy of the name needs her ass kicked now and again.
He decided there wasn't time to think about kicking asses. All he wanted was to teach this cunt the right way to suck his cock, because he had already decided he was going to marry her, but she had to be one good artist, whether it was sucking his cock, fucking for him, or anything else. Damn! She was a virgin in every respect, and he was going to break her in to his way of thinking.
His hands slipped from her head to her back where he began rubbing her shoulders, feeling them, near perfect, silky, and unblemished, deliciously warm and soft to his caressing touch through the dress. It was obvious she wasn't putting her heart and soul into the sucking of his cock, so he grabbed her hair again and twisted a little.
Slowly, little by little, he pushed more of his throbbing cock into the depths of her mouth until the rounded dome was pressed against the back of her throat. She was already starting to choke and gag, but he relentlessly pressed harder, pushing her head farther and farther down.
Though she desperately fought back the choking urge, the pulsating flesh was sinking into her throat, invading her gullet, and this was all so new to Carol. His cock was so large. Cock! Yes! That was a perfect name for it, because it was attached to him, and he strutted like a rooster. He was pumping his hips upward while still forcing her head lower, and there was a terribly punishing pain in her throat as the penile head rubbed against the back of her throat, pushing lasciviously deeper. For awhile Carol was certain she was going to strangle, and she fought to keep the red dome from suffocating her. He merely gripped her hair tighter, then lifted her head back a little, and slammed it down again, shoving his cock a little deeper. The more she fought it, the more she was strangling. Finally, Carol just lay there limply, and as a result, relaxed her throat. She discovered that by doing so she was able to swallow more of his throbbing phallic lance. He was pulling it almost all the way out, with only the tip of his penis between her lips, and then he was thrusting it all the way in, burying the entire length of it all the way into her mouth and throat. The tip of his steely shaft plunged ever deeper into her gullet. Lubricated with her hot saliva, it slid in easier and easier. Traces of his oily lubrication seeped through her throat as well, making penetration that much easier. Each time his cock rammed in, Carol realized she would either have to swallow or choke.
As time passed she realized that it was no longer painful to suck his cock. It slid in and out of her throat with ease, and her swallowing contractions would soon bring him to his peak. Never having been with a man who climaxed, she had no idea what to expect. She assumed that at his peak he would unleash great gouts of lubrication as she had done. Though she was beginning to enjoy this a little, she was still prudish enough to want this over and done with because his thick cock was still clogging her throat even if it wasn't hurting her. She sucked all the more strongly now, hoping to end the maddening spectacle as quickly as possible. Seeing the way her tugging lips affected his inner being, she thought that if she tugged a little harder, she'd bring him to conclusion, and it would finally all be over. Heavy drops of salinity leaked down her gullet and she drank them. Each time her head pulled back, more of the colorless liquid seeped out and painted her palate.
Harold felt telltale twitches in his throbbing loins and felt the dammed-up reserve of heavy sperm now churning about inside him, restlessly waiting to come out. His aching testicles were swollen with seed, and his scrotum had shrunk, pulling his swollen testicles into his groin. His hand cupped itself over her head and lightly squeezed her skull, lifting and lowering her head as he continuously pumped his throbbing cock down her tightly squeezing throat. He wanted to feel every screaming millimeter of his semen's long run from his distended testicles to his prick's throbbingly bloated head, right out into her mouth. His fingers clutched her head a little more tightly now, holding her absolutely motionless as he slammed his hips upward, cramming his throbbing cock into the deepest part of her narrow esophagus, farther and farther inside her tightly constricted gullet..
"Ohhhhhh..." he gasped. "Yes ... yes ... thatta girl. . . I'm gonna come ... I'm gonna come ... EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!"
The hot semen came charging from his balls into his cock and then fired into her throat. Carol found herself gulping hungrily. The more he fired the more she drank as she realized she adored the taste of what she was drinking. He fired endlessly and she drank every drop. When it was over she continued sucking until his shriveled penis disappeared into his fly. Her hands reached in and fondled the now wormy organ.
Harold pulled her mouth to his and kissed her to prove he wasn't afraid to kiss a mouth that had sucked his penis.
* * *
"Well, I married the girl, and she became the grandma of these here kids," Harold Warren concluded.
"I still don't see what that has to do with me since I have no intention of marrying you, your son, or your grandsons."
" 'Course y'don't," Harold Warren laughed. "It's just that y'do remind me a lot of their grandma. She was a stubborn woman in many ways, too. It took a lotta force to teach her what was right, but she sure took to it in a hurry. You're the same way. It'll take a bit of doin', but you'll eventually come around before y'leave this house. Y'see, things are different today. Y'don't expect to marry the first guy y'screw. In a way I'm sorry, 'cause you have a cunt that's even better'n their grandma's. You got that snapping pussy. I never found one like it with any other woman, and God knows, I've screwed my share. Even after I was married I was gettin' laid regular on the outside, though I allus had enough left over fer the wife."
"Look, it's already ten after one. If I don't get home soon, my folks are going to wonder what's become of me. They might even call the police."
"Bull!" the old man laughed. "I set up this sittin' job with yer ma, meself. I told her I might be back real late, which meant you might have to sleep over. Ain't no one gonna worry."
"Look, Mr. Warren, I don't love you, I don't like you, I'm not even mildly infatuated with you. In fact, in spite of any feelings you might have given me, I don't much like you at all."
"Aha!" the old man yelled. "So, y'admit that I did bring about feelings inside you."
"Hey, if you touch me with an electric wire, or tickle me with a feather, or stick a knife in me you can bring about feelings inside me."
"Come on, girl, you know damn well I'm talking about nice feelings."
"Sure," she admitted. "You brought about some nice feelings inside me. Not because I like you, or because I consider you someone to love, but because you know where to touch me. That still doesn't make me want them."
"Girl, girl, don't you understand, you only live once. Once you're dead, you're a long time dead.
You have no chance to do anything if you missed it the first time."
"I have no desire to experience anything and everything like you, Mr. Warren. I have no grandiose ambitions or tremendous desires. I'll be very content to make my life as I see fit, not as you see fit."
"You still don't understand, do you," he said to her. "How y'live your life is your affair. But to be able to live it to the fullest, your senses have to be aroused and your body has to be brought to life, and that, dear girl, is what I'm doin' fer you, and fer my two grandsons here, just as I did it fer my son."
"Are you saying your son is like you?" Kim asked.
"To be sure, the lad is the spittin' duplicate of his dad."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey grandpa," Craig exclaimed. "You know, I'm the only one who hasn't gotten anything outta all this."
"The boy's right," Harold Warren nodded. "It's his turn now. All right, Craig, d'you want her to suck on you as she did Michael?"
"No," the boy said, shaking his head. "That woulda been okay before she did it to Mike, but I don't like doin' the same thing Mike did. I think I wanna fuck her doggie-style."
"Now that's all right," Harold nodded. "See, Kim, even you won't mind it too much. Now suppose you pick the spot."
"Well, why not right here in the living room," Kim said sarcastically.
"Well, why not indeed," the man agreed. "Suppose you kneel down on the rug and then bend over like one of them moslems praying. We'll let little Craig do the rest."
"I really don't want to do this," Kim insisted. "So why don't you just give me what's left of my clothes and let me go."
"Come now, lass, you wouldn't want to be disappointing the boy. From what the boys tell me, it was Craig's idea to do all this t'you in the first place."
"So I have him to thank, eh. I'll remember it when the time comes."
"Grandpa, don't let her hurt me," Craig cried out.
"Not a chance," the grandfather laughed. "Now either you do as we wish, or I'll phone the police, right now, then toss you outside to fend for yourself."
"Oh, you are one mean son of a bitch!" she snarled.
"You have more spunk than my deceased wife," . the old man laughed. "Good! It'll be good for the boys to see a spunky woman gettin' hers."
"You really are a nasty son of a bitch."
"Such language, and from such a pretty girl, too. I'll see to it Craig gives you everything you deserve, lass. So bend over and let the boy have his way. I may be old, but I'm still strong enough to spank the bejazus out of you."
Heck, Kim thought. When will this nightmare end?
Kneeling on the rug, giving the old man his way grudgingly, Kim contemplated the sweet revenge she intended having. She'd make all of them pay.
"Go on, Craig," Harold Warren told his grandson. "She's all yours."
"Wow!" the young boy said. "Lookit that ass. Y'know, Bernice never let me fuck her ass. D'you think I can do it to Kim?"
"Don't you dare!" Kim all but roared, straightening up and looking at the boy. "You try putting it in there and I'll break it off, you snot nose."
"Grandpa, she scares me," Craig cried.
"Young lady, you just bend over and let Craig go to work."
Anger smoldering inside her, wrath making her red in the face. Kim unwillingly bent over, obscenely bent like a whore, her neck feeling a strain as she kept her head up even with her body bent that way. Cool, air-conditioned air washed over her, and she was feeling more and more irritated at having to assume these humiliating positions.
Craig laughed, all but skipping and dancing as he moved to her, running his hand along her rib cage, then letting it slide under her to cup her full, swaying breasts one at a time. Feeling the fullness of her bloated twin treasures, the young boy gave them both a soft squeeze. If she was unable to tell the difference between the twins as far as looks were concerned, Kim was at least able to discern a difference in the way they handled her. Michael was the more aggressive of the two. Craig gently tweaked her nipples. Then he released her breasts to let his hands slide to her buttocks, having a much more sensitive touch to his fingers. He placed his small hands into the tightly sloping curve of her shadowy dividing crevice, spreading her melon-shaped buttocks wide apart.
"Craig, don't you dare..." she gasped, her voice guttural so that it was difficult to tell whether she was choked with anger or possibly with new arousal.
"Don't worry," the boy assured her, squeezing her buttocks with his slender fingers. "I won't." He was staring at the tiny brown crinkle, licking his lips and looking at it built him to a fevered pitch of almost uncontrollable desire. To Craig this was more than a fun game, as it always was to Michael. The boy was much more sensitive than his brother, and as a result enjoyed his orgasms more. He pushed his solidly throbbing little cock between her tender inner loins and it felt ready to burst.
"Hey, Kim," he said to her. "Don'tcha like me even a little?"
"Under the circumstances that's a silly question," she snapped at him.
"Aw, c'mon," he insisted. "It ain't fun unless y'like me."
"We'll be here all night unless you tell the boy you like him," Harold Warren insisted.
"All right, all right," she said, shuddering, hating herself more and more for surrendering, even if there was nothing she was able to do about it. "I like you, Craig." "Honest?"
In spite of the fact that he was the one who had gagged her all the time, Kim felt a little pity for the boy. Michael was not only aggressive, but didn't give a damn whether she liked him or not. Craig was an emotionally involved boy.
"Honest," she nodded.
"Then prove it. Take my cock and you put it in."
Kim wanted to scream and tell them to stop all this and let her go. The angrier she got, the more she realized this situation would not improve until Craig was satisfied. What bothered her the most was the young boy's insistence on being liked. Although she was angry at the entire family, she felt a certain amount of excitement. Once more she was determined to resist. Whether she climaxed or not, she intended fighting off the feelings.
The combination of anger, fear, and now passion made her finally react to the young boy's simple request, in spite of the fact that she felt she was being compromised again in a very debasing manner. Reaching back beneath her dangling breasts, groping here and there for a moment, she finally found the young boy's tiny pulsating heated hardness. The penis felt the same to her as Michael's, and she realized that for an inexperienced former virgin, she was certainly learning a lot in a single night. The tiny stalk of throbbing flesh was twitching so, she thought it, and not the heart, was pumping blood through his entire body. Lubricant moistened his penile tip, making her hand wet and sticky. Kim did her best to blank out her mind and forget the humiliating position in which she was in, but the feel of his virilely heated young cock made her belly leap again with fascination. The hard, fleshy little column was thin but solid, with a blunt head like a tiny boxing glove, and she hesitated putting it against the lips of her vagina. She trembled, feeling the anxious young boy's hands squeeze her buttocks, reminding her how open and exposed she was to the eyes of all three of them.
"Please put my cock in now," the young boy pleaded.
"You do that, Kim," the old man ordered.
She realized Craig had considered himself more than patient, and though he was saying please, she was able to tell from the way he urged his penis forward that he thought this was his right. From the way his cock was pulsating, it was obvious he was pretty close to his own orgasm. Her thumb and forefinger pulled on his small penis, and the little boy arched his hips forward to help her guide him into the wet moistness of her vaginal slash.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" the boy gasped, squeezing her softly resilient ass flesh with his small fingers until it looked as if his fingers might dig holes into her skin. The pressure served to remind Kim of the humiliating subservience into which she was being forced.
She wanted to cry again, and at the same time she wanted to finally give vent to the feelings of lust worming their way up within her. Her frustration was magnified all the more by wanting to hit at him, knowing he was only a little boy. It was his grandfather she really wanted to belt. She closed her mind to the thought of actually wanting a penis buried inside her. The damned orgasms were almost addictive, and though she wanted nothing to do with these terrible people, with the small penis poking at her labia, her body was aching for more climactic pleasure. Even though her mind fought against it, her body was clamoring for it. She wriggled her buttocks, shifting her position a little, then took a deep breath and placed the lust-swollen little cap of the boy's tiny penis against the soft folds of her wet cuntal gap. Holding it tightly for a moment, she rubbed it up and down in her wet slit, parting her hair-surrounded lips, opening the vulnerably tender insides of her aching vagina. When she had the tiny head against her small opening, she took another breath, feeling how much narrower she was inside because of this position. Her fingers kept their tenuous hold on the base of Craig's little phallus. The anxious boy was unable to wait any longer and pushed his hips forward, forcing the head of his rigid wand into her quivering vaginal interstice.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" Kim gasped, suddenly realizing her entire inner tunnel had narrowed more than she had suspected, and even a hard shaft as narrow as this one was like a battering ram as it powered its way into her. Her fingers gripped the base of his tiny but rigid cock all the more tightly to keep him from sinking too deep too fast, and the boy, sensitive to what she was doing, did stop his pushing once the tiny blood-bloated head of his penis was completely encased in her vagina. She hadn't expected the entry to be so overpowering. She tensed herself, making her interior even tighter around the throbbing tip of the boy's pulsing organ. This merely served to arouse Craig all the more.
The sensations of her tight vaginal flesh wrapped firmly around the head of his cock-more firmly than Bernice's cunt had ever held him-made Craig even more anxious to have the full length of his tiny pulsing pole buried all the way inside the dazzling golden girl. He held back for another moment, then, unable to restrain himself any longer, shoved his hips forward hard. He sent his little penis further into the liquid warmth of Kim's tightly clinging pussy, and the thin, rubbery little head spread the walls of her narrowed pussy like a snow plow charging through freshly fallen snow.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh ... eeeeeaaaaaasssssyyyyy ... go eeeeeaaaaaassssssyyyyyy..." Kim gasped, unable to believe such a small penis was able to wreak such havoc inside her after her having taken the longer, thicker wand of his grandfather. The boy continued trying to drive the rest of his small organ deeper and deeper into her helpless passage.
Young Craig had no idea what it was in his body that drove him, but the pressure in his lust-incited balls was mounting ever higher. There was excruciation, and he knew he needed relief. After having watched his grandfather and his brother take turns with this really beautiful girl, he was going mad, knowing he was now inside her. He wanted to enjoy her to the fullest. He wasn't able x to move slowly any longer. Oh, he tried restraining himself, wanting to slide in so much more slowly, really caring enough about the girl to want her inner self to adjust to him, but such continued holding back took a lot more willpower than a small ten-year-old boy had. His excitedly stiffened penis throbbed and jerked and twitched because of the tight squeezing of her wet cunt around it. Wow! Bernice had never been either this tight or this wet. Gee! He felt like he was going to come before he was all the way in.
Kim, unable to control her hand, let go of the boy's penis, fighting off both pleasure and pain. Now the young boy was free to lunge completely unimpeded into her hotly wet vaginal depths. Slamming his young hips forward with all his strength, Craig shoved his tiny, invading little cudgel brutally deeper into the sucking interior of her surrendering vaginal tunnel. He moved quickly for a young body, and didn't stop until his tiny egg-shaped balls slapped against her vaginal lips, the sound reaching his ears like a cap going off in a small pistol.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhh ... eeeeaaaaasssyyy..." Kim reminded him, feeling totally confused at this moment as to the feelings inside her. Her vagina felt a strain in spite of this penis being a little one, and she had the curious feeling a thick penis would have felt no more strained. The dull smack of the little boy's thighs slamming flatly into her buttocks was drowned out by Kim's gasp. Oddly enough, she felt as if he was driving into her with as much power as an adult, and her cheek was rubbing against the nap of the carpet beneath her.
The boy's rubbery penile head was not nearly long enough to reach past her cervix, and just barely did touch the tip of it. The way it ground against the entrance to her womb made it feel like an angry, menacing weapon. The boy remained still for a moment, savoring his tiny penis's pressure against the narrow opening to her uterus, and then decided this was the time to fuck. He flexed his tiny impaling shaft and pressed it even more firmly against her cervical opening.
Unable to control himself, and cheered on by his brother and grandfather, Craig no longer waited for her interior to adjust. Instead, he began immediately pumping in and out of her tightly clasping tunnel. The hard strokes of the small penis slammed all the way into her, as far as it was possible for the organ to reach, the tip striking her uterine opening relentlessly, and against her will Kim let a moan slip from her lips. Damn! This was humiliating, embarrassing, and degrading.
To the young boy, this blonde girl's lush nakedness was more sensual than anything he had ever imagined. He had been so used to Bernice, he'd thought all women felt that way inside. Here was a fresh young cunt, slippery and smooth, and feeling a hundred times better than Bernice's pussy. Not that Bernice was bad, but this one . . .wow! The rapidly gathering sperm in his little balls stirred like boiling lava, and his testicles pleaded with him to be rid of their load.
Kim felt more degraded than ever. Having been raped twice before was bad enough, and even being forced to suck on Michael's penis had been bad enough, but to be made to bend down like a dog angered her all the more. She was being used by all three of them as a container for their lust, and though they were sensual people, they didn't care the least little bit for her and the way she felt. The grandfather had assumed that because he and the twins were horny that anything they did to her would arouse her. What feelings she did have she was unsuccessfully stifling, and so felt the thrusts that much more powerfully. She pressed her face into the carpeting, thinking that after this was over the crazy old man would let her go.
Excitedly, Craig rammed his tiny little skewer in and out of her shuddering body. Each time he rammed his stiff little organ into her hot cunt, he would hold it in there for a moment to savor the feelings. He was enjoying the interior of this woman more and more, and he wasn't ever going to settle for a cunt like Bernice's ever again. Gee! If a girl like this was this tight, he wondered how much tighter a girl nearer his own age and height would be.
At the moment he was interested in filling this girl with the contents of his balls. Gee! It'd be terrific to make her beg and plead for him to keep on doing this, but she hadn't begged with his grandpa, and she hadn't begged with Mike. He only hoped he'd be as successful in making her come as his grandfather and brother had been. The boy was gripping her hips tightly in each hand, his young face lined with a passion most boys his age never knew. He was chewing on his lower lip in his nervous desire to make certain this girl eventually enjoyed everything as much as he. His fingers dug into her tanned skin as he pounded his jerking penis harder and harder into her, trying his best to sink it deeper in the sweet liquidity of her vagina. Her pink, flesh-rimmed feminine tunnel was elastically tight around his blood-bloated phallus, and when he slammed harder into her tender interior, he thrilled to the way her inner flesh rolled smoothly around his thrusting cock. His tiny, sperm-laden testicles swung forward between her widespread thighs to make loud, obscene noises against the wet folds of her openly splayed cunt. His testicles weren't large enough to reach her clitoris, and Michael, wanting his brother to be happy, slithered down on the floor beneath Kim's bent-over body, and reaching up with one hand, began massaging her clitoris. He stared at the way Craig's cock pulled out, making the lips of Kim's cunt flower out as well. When Craig pushed forward, her vulva folded back in on itself, around his throbbing penis. In and out, in and out, Craig punched his phallic staff back and forth, moving it through the slickly clinging walls of her soft cunt again and again. The boy slammed his skinny thighs so solidly into her buttocks with each forward stroke that her breasts swayed quiveringly with each impact. Michael lifted his head a little, and while continuing to diddle her clitoris, sucked on her right nipple.
"Ohhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuunnnhhhhhh!" Kim gasped in spite of her desire to remain quiet. The boy's steadily beating little phallus, for all its shortness, felt as if it was going to drive into the depths of her cringing belly, and perhaps even reach into her throat. Kim Wayne realized she had to bring herself under stronger control, or eventually she would be reacting the way the old man wanted her to behave. He was trying his damndest to make her enjoy her own rape, and if she wasn't careful, that was precisely what would happen. She fought back the wildly mounting ecstatic sensation that was continuing to build. Her generously formed breasts slapped Michael on both sides of his face as he took turns sucking on each of her nipples. Both nipples were now long and stiff, reacting to the oral ministrations of the second twin, and against her will she felt erotic sensations building even higher in her trembling body. Pleasure was starting to pulsate through her, and it refused to go away.
Kim continued telling herself again and again that she was being manhandled, abused, and debased by this man's crude action, but her thoughts didn't stop the growing fires in the heated depths of her aching pussy. Her clitoris, still massaged by Michael's young fingers, was like a pulsating devil that ached to be teased again and again, the sensuous outer lips of her cunt shivered when his brother's hairless testicles massaged them. Each time Craig slammed into her, she felt another pleasant little shock she was unable to control. The thrill burst through the shuddering walls of her vagina, making her feel as if the little masculine organ actually belonged inside her.
No! No! She had to discipline herself not to think that way, even though it was getting harder and harder. The boy's penis was a vile little monster, and it seemed intent on actually devouring her depths, settling for nothing less than total engulfment. Anguish and exhilaration were suddenly fused in Kim's trembling body. She gasped, realizing how strongly she was being overpowered by her own sensibilities, and her brain struggled to fight back.
Looking back under her, she stared at Michael, who was sucking her left nipple now, while his right hand reached back and rubbed her clitoral bud. Her right breast dangled, swaying freely from side to side, and when it swayed outwardly, she was able to see beyond Michael's hand at the little penis stroking in and out of her trembling body. Craig was now tugging back until only the little tip of his penis was inside her. Then he would thrust forward, letting the slender organ dive into the slick depths of her suckingly wet channel as the hair-surrounded lips of her cunt actually clung to the little organ until it was all the way in.
Something was missing, and Kim soon realized what it was. Because the boy's penis was so short, she didn't get that feeling of being completely filled as she had when the old man had raped her. She was ashamed to realize her body was craving a greater, thicker, longer penis. Bits of her pubic hair were being pushed into the narrow crevice between her buttocks with each hard lunge of the boy's small penis, and she had to struggle against the tingling sensation of wanton lewdness surging through her to the top of her head. She was being shaken to pieces by the power of the boy's thighs slamming into her ass-cheeks. An inner glow was building, and she was unable to hold it back. She was so humiliated, knowing she was no longer in control of her inner feelings. It had been bad enough to allow herself to climax those previous times, but this time she realized her body was looking forward to it, and there was no way for her to bring it under control. The joy of what was happening was continuing to build in her trembling loins.
Feeling the gradual motion of sucking around his continually cramming penis, the young boy suddenly realized he was getting through to Kim Wayne. It never occurred to him that what his grandfather and brother had done had helped pave the way. He was certain it was his doing alone that was making Kim gasp and shudder. He never even noticed Michael, under Kim, sucking on her nipples and teasing her clitoris. The knowledge made the sperm in his young balls boil even more hotly, and he had to struggle to keep himself from coming. His sperm would shortly be exploding out of him, but he wanted to be certain she came first.
His grandpa had always taught him the necessity of making the woman juice first. He was going to fill her with every last drop of his sperm, but he was hoping she was feeling the urge to cum too, because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer.
Slowly at first, Kim's rounded, shapely buttocks began moving, spinning, rotating in response to the little boy's forward surges. Though her mind was as firmly against this as ever, her body yearned for it. Craig sensed things more strongly than Michael, and he began to realize just how much Kim's physical self was enjoying what he was doing. He tested her by pulling his penis back and holding it eagerly. The rotating cheeks of her behind seemed to jump back and gobble up his tiny little pike, and this so overwhelmed him, it took all his strength not to fire then and there. He began slamming back and forth, shoving his organ into her with ever mounting speed, realizing she had come to life for him as she had never moved for either his brother or his grandpa. She was actually fucking back.
Looking down he enjoyed the overwhelming sight of the smooth muscles of her firmly resilient buttocks flexing each time he wanted to withdraw. It was as if she had a mouth down there that was anxious to suck all of him inside, until he was actually in the depths of her belly. Anxiously he moved his tiny hands over the twin globes, placing his thumbs all the way down into the deep-molded crevice that divided them. He then proceeded to spread her rounded cheeks wide apart, once more looking at the pucker of her tiny brownie as it seemed to be throwing kisses at him with each back and forth stroke of her buttocks. He was totally mesmerized by that little sweeping ass-hole, and if he wasn't able to fuck it with his cock, well then, he'd fuck it with a finger. Sucking on a forefinger, getting it soaking wet, he worked down into the narrow, hairless valley, placing the tip of it against the puckered little crinkle. Slowly he began working it into the tight elasticity of her anal opening.
"H-e-e-e-e-e-e-yyyyyy ... uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh..." Kim gasped, "what the heck ... oooooohhhhhh ... do you think you're ... uhhhhhh ... doing ... uhhhhhh ... back there..."
She was moaning helplessly, unable to use her hands to make the boy take his finger away because the grandfather had now walked around in front of her and had knelt before her, gripping her wrists with his own hands, keeping her palms flat on the floor.
The teasing of her puckered rectal opening caused more confusion to roil through Kim's trembling body. She tried lurching away from the obscenely probing little forefinger, but then, against her better judgment, her aroused body took control of her and she realized that against her will she was raising her buttocks to suck the solid little intruder into her hotly tight rectal tunnel. Her resisting sphincter popped open of its own accord and allowed the hard probe to enter her, and once again she felt discomfort strong enough to snap her out of the erotic lethargy into which she was sinking. All this was dead wrong, and even if she was being forced to do it, she was now able to keep herself from enjoying it. So she told herself.
Michael, underneath, was now lying flat, his head against the outside of his grandfather's left knee. He had his penis rubbing between Kim's two dangling breasts as, with his hands, he pushed her mammaries together around to pike. Kim felt the heated penis between her breasts, but the old man, still kneeling in front of her, had her hands flatly pressing on the floor, and there was no way for her to escape the twins.
This was the most unnatural, indecent, and lewd happening she had felt to date. She did her best to fight off new feelings of mounting passion, but in doing so, thrust her buttocks back, filling her vagina half full with the length of Craig's penis, while he plunged his forefinger even more deeply into her tight rectum. Against her will her body was instantly starting to accustom itself to all this unnaturalness.
" Uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she cried out, grunting and moaning, turning and twisting as the driving little forefinger sank into her to the hilt. She lurched back against it, trying to push it out of her, squeezing her ass-cheeks together, only pulling it more deeply into her. At the same time her vagina was doing her best to suck his little balls in along with his penis, and she felt overwhelmed as she felt her interior being plundered by two lances, while a third rubbed itself between her breasts.
I am not a whore! Kim insisted to herself. I will not be subjugated, no matter what they do to me. When all this is over, I'm going home and I will wipe this incident from my mind.
Even as she thought this, she lifted her buttocks to the twin assault Craig was perpetrating on her two tunnels, while lowering her breasts so that Michael was able to squeeze them even more tightly around his penis.
With his fingertip, young Craig was able to feel his slender pistoning little phallus through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two hot, tight, clasping passages. The young boy wormed his finger around and around in Kim's rectal depths, each twist making the blonde girl gasp and issue another guttural cry from deep in her belly.
Kim wriggled with reckless abandon, her mind refusing to submit as she shoved and ground her rounded buttocks against the two impaling shafts of delight. Her tortured rear end was starting to turn into an inferno of feverish sexual arousal.
Michael wasn't enjoying the pressure of her breasts around his penis as much as he thought he might, and so rolled out from under her. He sat off to the side to watch the finale, and his grandfather released her hands and moved away, enjoying the sight of what was happening.
Kim was aware she was nearing an experience she had not yet had with this obscene trio. She felt a roaring inner acceleration toward an unknown combustion point, but Kim knew she was going to get there, and when she did, it would be sheer, unadulterated and obscene ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, as if someone else was doing the passionate screaming.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh hh h h h h u u u u u u n n n n n n h h hhhh ... ggghhhuuunnnggghhh ohhhhhhhhh..."
It was at this point that the front door opened, and unobserved, Dennis Warren walked into the house. Seeing what was taking place, he wasn't certain just how it all began, but he knew it was time for him to get his share. He would wait for Craig to finish, and even let the girl rest a little, but he had to fuck her. He had guessed she had a fantastic body. After all, a t-shirt and form-fitting skirt don't exactly hide a female's shapely contours. Looking at her naked body, seeing the way she was reacting, he was determined to get his share of the girl.
Young Craig was overcome with enjoyment.
This was the first girl since Bernice that he had enjoyed. Heck! He figured that because of the way his mom loused everything up, he and Mike would not be able to get another female for a really long time, and here this one had walked in, and between the two of them they had really prepped her. Looking down at the way his thin cock was fucking into Kim's tight cunt while his finger rammed into her narrow ass-hole, all this was better than anything he had ever enjoyed with Bernice. Heck! It was just like his grandpa had said. If y'don't control a woman, she tries controlling you. Bernice had done all the controlling, letting them know just what to do and how and when to do it. That irritated the heck out of Craig. She looked so smooth and golden and good, her naked body tantalizing as he fucked her pussy from the rear. Bernice had only let him fuck her this way once, and her back had looked white and wrinkled, with little brown freckles. This girl had no freckles, and she was a lot more responsive than Bernice, too. Bernice was always so lady-like. Even when she had her orgasms she came quietly.
Craig pumped crazily into her, insane with the need to reach his climax. His little balls felt as if they were bloated and swelling in his tightening scrotum as his surging semen made a crazy dash through the tubes inside him, charging into his penis.
Kim felt the pulsations of his throbbing penis inside her, and they were all that was needed, combined with his finger in her rectum, to make her reach her own peak.
" EE EEEEYYYYYYAAAGGGGHHH ... AAAAAHHHH ... GGGAAAGGGHHH!" she shouted, her body bouncing up and down, her rounded buttocks slamming against Craig's body as the skinny little boy pulled his finger from her rectum and gripped her hips while slamming his cock into the trembling depths of her ravaged cunt.
"WOWWWWWWEEEEEEWWWWWWOW-WWWWWAAAGGGHHHH!! ! " Craig shouted, and began spurting his semen into her body. His fingers dug all the more deeply into her rectal cheeks as he emptied his seed into her, and when he was finished, he finally pulled back.
"Now can I go?" an exhausted Kim gasped.
"Not quite yet," Dennis Warren said, coming up to them.
CHAPTER SIX
Douching was becoming more than a little irritating, but it seemed the only way to make certain she wouldn't become pregnant. As she sat in the bathtub, letting the last of the water run out of her, Kim reflected this seemed like an ever-growing nightmare. Had Dennis Warren not come home, it was possible the old man would have let her go after the second twin had finished with her. At first she had hoped Dennis would help her, but she soon realized that the way his eyes were glistening meant only one thing.
When she had completed her ablutions, Kim walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering to wrap herself in a towel this time. She went down to the kitchen where the family was congregated and noticed that Dennis was the only one who was still dressed. They were all sitting around the kitchen table munching on crackers and cheese. Dennis offered Kim some wine, but she turned it down, saying she wanted nothing more to drink. For all she knew, the wine was spoked with something.
"Hey, look," she said to Dennis. "This whole thing has really gone far enough. I'd like to get dressed and get out of here."
"Hey, I warned you what might happen," Dennis told her. "If you had still been dressed when I walked in, I might have helped you get out. But did you really expect me to turn around when I catch you being fucked by my sons and my grandfather, with your lovely tits dangling and your ass moving up and down like that? Hey, why should they have you and not me?"
"I was a virgin when I walked in here tonight," Kim told him, trying to hold back a floodtide of tears. "Your father graciously relieved me of that problem against my will. Doesn't it ever distress you people to know you've probably done some irreparable damage to my ego, not to mention my body."
"From the way you were shooting it was obvious your body was sure as hell enjoying what it was feeling," Dennis told her.
"That still doesn't make it right," Kim insisted. "You know what would be really nice? It would be nice to discover a member' of this family who respected me as a person instead of thinking of me as a sperm receptacle."
"Now just a minute," the old man interrupted. "If ye were only a sperm receptacle, as you put it, why then the boys 'n I wouldn't give a hoot whether you came or not. Honey, you were fucked three times, by three males, and y'came every time. Heck! We have more regard fer you than you do fer us."
"But the fact remains I was raped. It was always against my will."
"Look at it this way," Dennis explained. "If your wishes had been respected, why then you'd have gone out of this house happy, and four males would be very unhappy. This way all four males are going to be extremely happy, and even though you won't admit it you'll be physically satiated."
The tall, rangy man stood and with quick movements removed his clothing. Kim stared, her eyes widening when she saw his semi-erect penis. It was the largest of the lot, even putting that of the old man to shame.
"Now," Dennis told her, "we can do this in a civilized way, or you can make me force you. I'll give you the choice."
"I thought so," a chill female voice said, and five heads turned to see Arlene Warren standing in the kitchen. She had silently let herself in through the back door, and now she was staring at the five naked bodies. "So you're just as much of a slut as that old woman they had here before you," Arlene snapped.
"Hey, now wait a minute. . . " Kim said, standing up.
"Shut up!" Dennis shouted. "It's time my wife, pardon me, my ex-wife acted a little like a wife.
Kids! Believe it or not there was a time when your mother fucked. That's how the two of you came into existence. What's more, your mother is going to be fucked again. NOW! And you," he said to Kim, "don't think I'm letting you off the hook just because I'm going to fuck my wife. Before you walk out of here, you're going to have the ass fucked off you."
Arlene Warren normally had very pale skin, but at the moment she was whiter than a sheet. Lines of fear formed around her eyes and mouth, and her nostrils were dilated with terror. She breathed heavily, ready to turn and run when she saw her naked father-in-law step between her and the back door while her former husband stood between her and the front door. Drops of perspiration broke out all over her, coldly trickling down her body. She was wearing a white summer dress and the armpits were already starting to stain with perspiration. She had small, firm breasts that heaved deeply in the V neckline of the summer dress.
"I'll scream," she gasped.
Kim laughed to herself. No one would hear Arlene, what with the party going on across the street and the festivities at the yacht club.
"You miserable bitch!" Dennis snapped derisively.
"How dare you talk that way to me, you rotten bastard," Arlene snapped. "I divorced you because you were an animal."
"You divorced me because you were a lousy fuck and I tried to turn you into something worthwhile," Dennis yelled.
"Daddy, don't scream at mommy like that," Craig shouted.
"Kids," Dennis said to them, "you've both known what it's like to fuck. Tell me. Is it bad?"
"No, daddy," Michael answered.
"It's great," Craig replied.
"Then do you think you can hurt a woman by fucking her?"
"Gee no. Even if Kimmie don't say she-likes it, we know she does," Craig said. "We can tell."
"So if I fuck your mother, am I hurting her?"
"Gee, I guess not," Michael spoke up.
"Well, you kids are going to see me fuck your mother. She's going to scream and fight probably a lot more than poor Kim. But she's going to be really fucked for the first time in her life. She's going to be fucked by daddy, daddy's way, and you and Kim and grandpa are going to watch."
"You're a filthy beast," Arlene screamed.
"Get your clothes off, Arlene," Dennis commanded. "I promised the boys they were going to see you fucked, and I meant it."
"No ... for God's sake ... please ... someone ... help me ... you..." she said to Kim. "I'm sorry ... I didn't understand ... I thought you were a willing partner to all this. Help me..."
"Lady, they have me trapped here," Kim told Arlene. "I've been threatened with the police and charges of child abuse when all I did was take a babysitting job."
"Goddamn you," Dennis screamed. "I told you to get those fucking clothes off and I meant it," he told Arlene.
When Arlene failed to obey, standing in the kitchen stunned, looking at her ex-father-in-law and sons, pleading with them to help her, Dennis reached out and seized the front of her dress. It ripped, tearing down the front with a single brutal yank. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too paralyzed with fright to move. Dennis reached out again, snarling as he hooked his fingers in the exposed, frilly, white-laced brassiere, and he pulled with all his might, gripping her shoulder with his other hand for leverage. The delicate brassiere was no match for him, and it suddenly gave way, ripping free, and her naked white breasts, like small melons tipped with cherries, swayed out from her body, still firm and upstanding after all those years.
"Please ... oh please ... won't someone listen to me," she begged, sobbing and looking at all the faces blankly staring at her. It was obvious Dennis's ears were closed to her pleadings. He was behaving like a madman. She staggered away from him into the living room and collapsed on the avocado sofa in a frightened, helpless heap.
"My wife and I never did fuck in the living room," Harold Warren said to Kim. "Now the place is being used twice in the same night."
Arlene felt totally helpless. Here, in front of her two sons, whom she had always taught to be gentlemen, she was being stripped naked by their father, who was about to fuck her. There was no way out for her, no way for her to resist. She lay there, up on her arms now, her nakedly heaving breasts bobbing up and down as she breathed.
"Dennis, please..." she gasped.
"Oh please, is it? Please nothing. All the time we were married all you gave me was cold pussy. Well, tonight we're really going to warm it up. And you," he said, turning to Kim, "don't you go anywhere, because this bitch is just a warm-up for you. I'm going to fuck both of you tonight, and what's more, Arlene, when I'm finished with you, you're going to stick around and watch me fuck this kid."
Without waiting for his bleached-blonde wife to reply, he sat on the sofa near her cringing body and proceeded to tear the rest of the dress off her. There was nothing for Arlene to say. Any words she used would be totally futile. The man was crazy. She watched the way he looked at her slender thighs, his eyes moving to her brief pink panties and staying there for moments on end. She felt as if her panties had already been stripped off her and he was staring at her pubic mound and the pink slit below. Abruptly, Dennis raised his hands as he leaned closer to her, grasping her almost skinny shoulders so strongly that his fingers were digging into the tenderness of her white flesh.
"I'm warning you, Arlene," he roared. "I don't care if you do have a final decree, you're still fuckable meat, and I'm going to fuck you. Give me a hard time, and I'll let the boys discover the meaning of the word incest by letting the two of them fuck you as well."
"You wouldn't. . . " Arlene gasped.
"Look at them," Dennis said, smiling. "They both love you. What would be more wonderful than to be fucked by their wonderful mommy. By God, you either do as I say, or I'll turn you over to them. Believe me, I will."
It was obvious to Kim that this man's married sex life had been hell, just the opposite of his father's. No wonder he was so frustrated. Well, even if he was divorced from her, he was finally going to fuck her the way he wished.
"You take off the panties, bitch!" he told her. "Take 'em off, knowing this fat cock of mine is going into that tight little skinny cunt of yours, but this time with an audience," Dennis said, his voice an ominous threat.
Arlene, for all her thinness, was still a beautiful woman, and at the moment she lay on the sofa in shock, her mutilated clothing completely useless, like torn gift wrapping. When she didn't move, Dennis walked over to Michael, the nearest son, and said, "Tell me, son, would you like to fuck mommy?"
"Oh yeah!" Michael nodded, his little erection vibrating as the thought of getting into his own mother made him hotter than ever.
"And you?" Dennis asked Craig.
"You bet, daddy," the other boy nodded.
"Well," he said to Arlene, "this is your last chance. Either you spread those thighs for your husband and take those panties off, or I'll hold you down and let the kids go to work on you."
"Dennis, for God's sake, please have pity. Don't do this. It's degrading."
"Bullshit!" Dennis snapped at her. He patted the head of one of his twins and Arlene began blushing furiously. Her skin glowed as if it had been rubbed for a long time, and tears rolled down her cheeks as if her face had been slapped. She fought and struggled for self-control, afraid he was going to do something desperate. She knew if he held her down the boys would indeed put their penises into her, and she wondered if she'd be able to stop them. After what the horrid old woman who had been baby sitting that day she had walked in had taught her sons, added to their youthful misunderstanding and inexperience, she had no doubt she'd be an incest victim.
Angry beyond belief, she leaped to her feet and suddenly threw herself at her husband. The two of them fell to the floor as she kicked and screamed and tore at him with her nails. They rolled around and around, but finally Arlene ended up on the bottom and felt the full weight of her husband pressing down on her body. Dennis raised himself, straddling her cringing tummy, the fingers of one hand firmly gripping her shoulder. With his other hand he reached down and tore away her flimsy nylon panties, yelling, "Take a good look at mommy's pussy, kids."
"Oh please," Arlene screamed. "Dennis, don't do this. Not this way. Have a heart," her croaking voice cried out. She was terrified, knowing Dennis had no intention of letting her go until he had raped her. He was going to fuck her as brazenly as he intended fucking the girl afterward. He was a beast. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he rose, taking his weight off her. His huge penis was jutting out in front of her eyes and she remembered all the times he had filled her with it. As far as he was concerned he hadn't fucked her nearly enough, and as far as she was concerned he had fucked her much too much. She gasped aloud, staring with wide open eyes at the heavily-veined shaft rising ominously from beneath her husband's lean belly. Her fury had so aroused her, she now found difficulty focusing her eyes, but the man's throbbing organ seemed now twice as large as it had ever been. The swollen, bulbous head flexed and enlarged even more as she stared at it. She cringed inwardly, wondering how she had been able to take something that huge in her belly all those years.
"Dennis, for the love of heaven, let's talk," she pleaded. "You can't do this," she cried, her face streaked with tears, her lower lip trembling, and her brown eyes wide, very wide. She whimpered meekly, hoping against hope she might find some way to get through to him and reason with him. Dennis's eyes were glittering with lust and she cringed on the floor, pulling away as he fell between her knees, gripping his mammoth cock in his hand.
"Now you watch, girlie," old Harold Warren said to Kim, who had been staring at the tableau the entire time. "That there boy knows how to really fuck, he does. Why he married that cold fish is somethin' I was never able to figger. But I'll tell you, you're gonna see him rip off a good piece right now, and when he's rested up a bit, he's gonna fuck you, too."
"Why me?" Kim asked. "What did I ever do to him?"
"With you it ain't gonna be nothin' personal. It's jest that Denny, like me, wants to make sure you leave this here house with a lotta good feelin' inside ye."
They stopped talking as Dennis fell across the thin body of his ex-wife, covering the red marks left by her brassiere and panties, and he instantly began driving his hard cock between her thighs without bothering to aim. The solid head hit her once in the tenderness of her vaginal crevice, then slammed into the narrow crack between her buttocks, and Arlene jumped as if he had rammed a white hot branding iron into her.
"Now kids," the man shouted. "I am going to demonstrate exactly how your mommy and I made the two of you." He was breathing hard, panting, thrilling to the feel of her whitely slender body beneath his.
Wasting no more words, he gripped her soft, rounded, white shoulders to move her into a better position, then used her firm, small breasts for leverage as he tugged on the white, melon-like shapes, squeezing the cherry tips, lugging himself higher on her, pulling his heavier weight along the length of her slender torso. He was squashing her into the living room carpeting, letting little strands of it catch in her buttocks. Once he had solidly positioned himself between her fearfully quivering thighs, he pried the white columns wider apart with his knees as he tugged his ex-wife tightly against him. Reaching down with one hand, he gripped his lengthy, thick, lustfully pulsating penis in his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick, rubbery head to part the sparse brush of brown hair on her cringing pussy that let Kim know the woman was indeed a bleached blonde. Arlene turned her head to look at Kim, her wide eyes pleading for help, but Kim, who had been violated three times, felt no pity for this woman who was ready to denounce her as a neighborhood slut.
Arlene jumped as she felt the searing contact of her husband's penile tip against the soft lips of her vagina. She held her breath for what seemed like forever, lying motionless in utter defeat beneath the uncontrolled wrath of her aroused husband, too afraid to move or even breathe.
"Uunnnnnngggghhhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt the first cruel pressure of his stone-solid length of hard muscle press against the tender pink lips of her unprepared vagina.
"Daddy, don't hurt mommy," Craig yelled.
"Don't worry," Michael, his brother, assured him. "All the women yell like that when you first stick your cock into 'em. Remember how Kim yelled when you shoved your prick into her? She's still okay, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess," Craig nodded.
At last Dennis had found the opening. He rammed his hard cock cruelly into her cringing vaginal ripples, and the slithery tip of his gigantically massive phallus sank almost an inch into his ex-wife's passage as it spread her tiny elastic opening. He pushed again and forced the massive organ to move another inch into Arlene's completely unprepared pussy.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped, squeezing her eyes together, wanting her children to know daddy really was hurting her. "No ... no ... no more ... don't ... you're hurting meeeeeee..."
"Don't pay attention," their grandfather told the twins. "Hell, your ma was fucked by your daddy's cock a good many years. It's used to it by now. He can't be hurtin' her. She's "jest makin' a lotta noise to try and make yer daddy feel bad. But this time yer daddy ain't fallin' fer it. This time he's gonna fuck yer ma silly, like she deserves."
Dennis grunted and sank his cock four more inches into her softly clinging vaginal depths, thrusting the impaling hardness into her continually resisting vagina.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Arlene cried out a moment later, as the mastodonic penis suddenly began driving mercilessly into the tightness of her seething cunt, brutally stretching the tiny, hair-framed vaginal opening until the licentiously spread mother felt as if her thighs were being split apart from the continuing force of his relentless probing.
"Dennis ... oh Goddddddd..." she gasped. "Stop ... stop ... you're hurtinnnnnggggg meeeeeeee ... aaaaaannnnnggggghhhh ... don't. . . don't ... no more ... no more..." the tortured bleached blonde moaned in pain and fear.
"Ohhh ma, stop it already," Craig snapped at her. "We've fucked before, and we know a cock can't really hurtcha. It's all in your mind."
Arlene felt her ex-husband gather himself for something terrible, and a moment later it came. The man stabbed forward with all his strength, sinking the entire, salaciously-stiffened length of his shuddering phallus all the way into the trembling depths of her cringing belly.
Weeping in pure pain, Arlene stared desperately at her angered husband-that-was only to see he still had his ears closed to her sobbing pleas. He was completely enveloped in the delightful penetration of her agonizingly enlarged pussy. Suddenly, as she watched, the grin of licentiousness on his face faded and his features twisted into a contorted expression of total animalistic desire as he stared down at his ex-wife defenselessly lying spread-eagled beneath him, the tip of his rampantly swollen phallus pushing into the curling brown hair of her pink pussy. He fell forward then, allowing his weight to brutally crush her small, albeit fully rounded breasts back against her heaving chest as he flexed his hips and rammed his thickness into her cringing belly. His thickly long cock slammed into her cunt like a battering ram gone out of control, separating the softly delicate cuntal walls of tiny membranes, pushing them into rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh. Dennis gasped as his sperm-bloated testicles thwacked against the upturned cheeks of his wife's nakedly quivering buttocks.
"Now," he told his kids, "I'm going to show you how to really fuck. Remember in the future, whenever you fuck a woman, any woman, even if it's your sweet mother, this is the way to do it."
He started slamming into her with a series of hard, continuously brutal thrusts, not caring that he was causing her more pain as she writhed in torturous agony under the weight of his moving body. He reached down and pressed his palms under her thigh backs, then got a good grip on them and lifted them, pushing them back until her knees were bent double and her kneecaps were rubbing against her delicate nipples. Now the naked plane of her vulnerable cunt was wide open, totally exposed, and everyone in the room was clearly able to see the entire length of his cock sliding in and out of her. Arlene groaned again and again, feeling ashamed, her body in anguish as he inhumanly slammed into her contorted shape with lengthy, savage thrusts that jarred both their bodies, making the two of them quiver. His driving thighs smacked solidly against the wide open lips of her upturned buttocks, and he was powering into her with such thrusts that each forward slam sent her another quarter of an inch along the carpet toward the other end of the living room. His arms squeezed around her back, pressing her knees even more firmly against her, making the two of them look like a series of intertwined anacondas.
It was too much. The stunned woman had been completely unprepared for this and had never been so cock-filled in her entire life. It felt as if her husband's steel-solid penis was ripping the membranes of her vagina into a million shreds of flesh. There was not one little bit of flesh on the entire pulsing length of Dennis Warren's hot cock that his ex-wife was unable to sense as the pulsating shaft pushed ever more firmly into the tormented tunnel of her sucking pussy. His cock felt as if it was inside a sheath of hot velvet, and he stabbed it deeper and deeper into her.
"How's it feel, Mrs. Warren?" he asked her, continuing to torment her as he thrilled to the sensations of her internal self, receiving him far into her womb. She was whimpering and sobbing, tears still pouring from her eyes and running down her cheeks, and though her two sons felt anxious at the sight of their mother, crying, they were both certain she was inwardly enjoying what was happening to her. After all, it was Bernice, herself, while being fucked by their grandpa, who explained as they looked on, that there was nothing on this earth more thrilling than for a woman to be receiving a good, solid fuck. That was precisely what their daddy was giving their mommy; a good, solid fuck. It made them glad.
Dennis was enjoying her body, fucking ruthlessly into her, knowing she had to do as he wished this time. It was no longer a game of bedroom tag, where she made him treat her cunt as if it was fragile porcelain.
Abruptly, Arlene issued a low, piteous moan. It brought absolutely no response from her husband's grinning lips. The man merely pulled his hips back and began driving all the more solidly into her, an extra-hard thrust from his swiveling hips that sent his swelling, expanding penile tip into the very depths of her aching vagina, and Arlene was certain she was about to be ripped to shreds.
This was the most humiliating thing he had ever done to her, making her lie helpless and servile this way, beneath his grunting, groaning body, in front of his terrible father, that baby sitter, and their own children while he treated her like the lowest, most common strumpet who ever walked the streets. She knew she would never forgive him for this. It was the most anguished sensation she had ever endured, and whenever she looked at her children in the future, she knew they would be seeing her naked body writhing under the weight of their father as he continually pumped his hard piston into the fleshy valve of her vagina.
Arlene's thoughts continued rambling feverishly as if all her pent-up emotions were being suddenly let loose. She was being used so strongly, and her vagina was being made to feel so sore, that nothing seemed to matter any longer. There wasn't even pain left in her trembling body. All she felt was humiliation and shame. This was the most nightmarish violation of all time, and by her ex-husband of all people. She was glad she had divorced him. Now he was truly showing what a friend he was.
She lay there, unresisting, knees pressed into her nipples, passively accepting the man's continuous knifing attacks.
"How's it feel, Arlene?" he gasped, then groaned as he rammed his hot cock even deeper into the tunnel of her squeezing cunt. The solid red tip sank ever deeper into her fleshy softness, spreading her walls wider and wider. Then his hands dropped from the backs of her thighs and slid under her white, rounded ass cheeks, squeezing her gluteal orbs again and again, digging his fingers harshly into the soft flesh she had never permitted him to touch while they had been married. He stressed with his fingertips that he wanted to debase her for all the years she had robbed him of good fucking.
"No more, no more," she begged, panting as her face reddened with humiliation, her entire physical being now lost in the cruelty of his painful grip. He continued stabbing his cock into her without once breaking his rhythm. His hands tightly squeezed her ass-cheeks and pulled them farther apart, slamming his groin all the more turbulently into her seething pussy. Her tortured body was completely jackknifed, doubled over, and the stress on her strained muscles was beginning to tell. Arlene would do anything to relieve the pain, even if it meant humbling herself and begging the terrible man for mercy.
The wetly glistening plane of her bared pelvis was presented as an offering to the man fucking her to do with as best pleased him. He increased the driving urgency of his cock into her cunt, slamming in with lengthy, solid lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes as he dug them into the carpet. He crammed the last bloated bit of his throbbing penis into his ex-wife's cunt with thundering lust, until new gasps began falling from her lips, resounding throughout the living room like the wails of a wounded doe. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back in her head, staring at the ceiling above, noting for the first time the lines of cobwebs against the off-white color.
"Tell me, Arlene," he gasped again. "I want to know just how you like my way of fucking."
She remained silent, and this angered him, so he slammed his throbbing penis even deeper into her, driving it around and around, making her squirm even more.
"Why?" she sobbed. "Why?"
"Because deep down you know you've always wanted it this way," he snarled at her. "That lady-like upbringing of yours is what ruined our marriage, doll."
"I ... uhhhhhh ... was always there when you needed me," she gasped.
"You were there, but never the way I wanted you, he snarled.
He intensified the tempo of his thrusting cock into her tight cunt, pounding into her with such vehemence she was unable to speak or scream. All that mattered was the fulfillment of his desire.
"Hhhuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, the breath shooting out of her.
"Move that little pussy of yours, Arlene," he told her. "It's a lot more fun when you fuck, too."
Arlene realized her crazed ex-husband was not going to listen to reason. Even if it were possible for her to speak he wouldn't listen, and so, knowing there simply was nothing else to do, she began to sobbingly rotate her buttocks, grinding her vagina against his down-thrusting groin while lifting her buttocks in an attempt to get away from the nails he was digging into her buttocks. She felt a greater sense of shame and embarrassment than even she had believed she would feel, and her debasement mounted with each thrusting stroke of his hard cock into her delicate cunt.
Moving with harder, longer, smoother strokes into his ex-wife's belly, he felt her claw at him with her long nails in an attempt to rid herself of him. Deliberately, Dennis tugged his hard cock almost all the way out, poised it at the lip of her vaginal opening, then thrust solidly forward into the depths of her uplifted pussy, until, he was able to feel the hard slap of his heavy balls against the unprotected pucker of her anus. Again and again he rammed his hardness into her tightness. Juicy wet smacking sounds at each brutal charge of his cock intruding into the full depth of her cunt blended in time to the way the two of them were now hoarsely breathing.
Kim was suddenly aware the old man was erect again. For seventy-three she had to admit that wasn't bad. Many men half his age were unable to get it up once a night.
"C'mon, girlie," he told her. "Let's join in the fun."
"Hey, your son has told me he wants me after he finishes with his wife. You already had me. Shouldn't you leave something for him?" Kim snapped, angry that he would touch her at all.
"He's gonna be so whacked out when he finishes with her, he ain't gonna have nothin' left over fer you. Craig, Michael, on the floor in the foot-to-foot position."
The twins hurriedly obeyed their grandfather, lying on the floor beneath Kim, each on his back, each lying so his feet were tucked under his brother's armpits. Their two penises, rigid and upstanding, were rubbing against one another standing straight up in the air, and their small scrotums were massaging one against the other as well.
"Now you get down on yer knees and start suckin' both those cocks at once," the old man commanded. "By the time the three of us cum, Dennis'll have finished with Arlene, and everyone in here'll be so whacked out, you can get yer clothes and a shirt of mine as well. Yer stuff is upstairs in my closet on the floor. You'll find shirts hangin' in the same closet. But right now the boys and I are gonna have us one last fling with ye."
Wanting to resist, but helpless to do so, Kim knelt. She stared at the two mini-phalluses, angry that this was her only way out. She was determined to never walk into a set-up like this again. She was old enough to earn money without having to resort to babysitting. Trembling, more with anger than anything else, she lowered her head, her blonde hair still fluffed out like a halo all around, unmessed in spite of the fact that her hair had been pulled countless times. She saw the two little pikes were already leaking their lubrication in anticipation of what her mouth was going to do. Together the two of them were just about as thick as a man's full-sized penis, though both were still much shorter.
"Come on, come on," the old man insisted. "It's not as if this is somethin' new t'you. Ye've done it before. Start suckin' and suck good."
Kim opened her mouth and let her circle of lips surround the twin upstanding pikes. Slowly her lips closed tightly, like a rubber band around the two penises, and both boys gasped, jumping as her lips began pulling and her tongue automatically rolled around both heads, probing into each penile slit individually, then round and around her tongue went, tickling the coronas of both penises at once. Her lips ran all the way down to the stems of both little cocks, slurping and sucking all the way, and much as she tried shutting her mind to it, Kim found her body once again responding. She sucked strongly, bobbing her head up and down.
When the old man began fingering her vagina, she almost expected it. He was kneeling behind her bent over body, the way Craig had knelt earlier. His thicker fingers were running against the softness of her vaginal lips, rubbing, continually teasing them, making her inner vaginal self leak more and more of her sticky slippery oil. Soon she was a regular well, letting the oils leak heavily out of her as her head continued bobbing up and down on the boys' penises, feeling the separate vibrations of each small phallus in her mouth, one against each hollowed cheek.
When the old man parted her buttocks, she thought nothing of it. His fingers, wet with her lubrication, began teasing her anal crinkle, and she shuddered a little, expecting him to finger her anus too. In that, he didn't disappoint her, probing with his forefinger, opening her rectal passage, stretching it, slowly sliding the finger in, exciting her body all the more as his thick finger touched sensual little nerve endings she had never known she'd had in her rectum. He began sawing his finger in and out in time to the way her bobbing head continued moving on the two penises. Her tongue was pressed flatly against the sides of both phalluses, and she sucked strongly, tasting the slightest difference in tang between the two lubricants. Michael's was the least bit saltier, and Craig's was the slightest bit sweeter. Her lips pulled on the rigid flesh of their two organs, and she knew this time they would not be gushing as quickly as they had the first time. Her head bounced faster and faster, her chin hitting the right leg of Craig and the left leg of Michael each time it went down. Her tongue tip was able to insert itself between the two penises, and as a result, she was able to wash both sets of balls.
Kim gasped and tightened her oral hold on the two phalluses when a streak of lightning shot straight through her rectum and into the core of her body. The old man had lowered his head and was applying his tongue down there, licking her anus, probing into it, making her shake and shudder. She was unable to believe it. The dirty old man was actually licking the little opening from which she evacuated. He must be crazy. Yet the tingle she felt made her realize how overpowering his tongue was. She squirmed, writhing insanely, slamming her buttocks into his face repeatedly, and his clutching hands had to hold her steady as his tongue plunged into her again and again.
Why, she wondered, was he licking her there of all places?
He straightened up and leaned over her back, using his tongue on the nape of her neck. She felt the thickness of his penis pressing between her rear cheeks, and when he pushed, the penis slid down toward her vagina, as she expected. At any moment she was certain the heavy pole would once again fill her, stretching her, but no, the old man pulled back, gripped his heavy penis with his hand, and he began pressing it against her well-lubed rectum. Suddenly realizing just what it was the old man intended doing, Kim tried raising her head, but the twins had their four hands pressing on her head and pulling her hair. The two of them pumped their phalluses into her mouth with more vigor.
"Uuuuuuggggggllllllmmmphhhhhh!" Kim gasped, trying to push the boys away with her own hands, but the old man's penis, starting to press into the narrowness of her rear tunnel, had her so off-balance she was unable to move.
The penis pushed harder and she squealed, "Hhhuuummmmphhhhuurrgghh!"
Then the rounded tip of the old man's penis parted her sphincter, spreading the doughnut-like muscle wider and digging his penis in deeper. Kim felt pain even more powerful than that she had experienced during her dehymenization. The thick phallus was slowly sliding into her ass, and sparks of blistering light went off in her brain as the agony became more intense. As a result she tightened her lips around the two phalluses in her mouth, sucking more strongly without realizing it. The edges of her teeth scraped at the top layer of skin on both stiff ramrods, but the two boys were so overcome with sensation that they loved it. They slammed their hips up and down in unison, cramming their organs deeper into Kim's mouth, trying to reach her throat. Though the task was impossible, it didn't keep the two boys from trying that much harder.
"Yyyyyyeeeaaahhh!" the old man gasped. "We're gettin' into that tight ass of yers. Jest keep it up there, kiddo, and soon we'll all have a fine time of it."
More pain charged through Kim's body as the old man shoved his penis deeper, and now her rectum was actually helping, pulling and sucking the penis inside. The head of his throbbing organ pushed into her colon, making her jump. Her lower half leaped up as she bounced on her knees, and her head pushed even lower, her lips scrubbing the bare pelvises of the two boys.
"Uuuuuurrrrrrgggggghhhhhhcccccc chhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrccchhh!" she gagged, gasping, twitching her buttocks from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the man. His hips kept up with her motions, spinning as she rotated. He pushed a little harder, and now the entire length of his penis was buried in her rectum. He gripped her hips tightly, and began pumping in and out, intensifying the agony for Kim. She was certain her rectal tissue was bleeding and torn. The old man continued pumping, slamming into her with more and more power, and Kim felt her buttocks slapping his thighs as her inner tunnel slowly but surely began to stretch, accustoming itself to the thickness pounding into it.
Dennis looked to the side and saw his father and sons with Kim and the sight incited him to fuck his wife even more strongly. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he lifted himself so he was able to watch the look of hopeless defeat on Arlene's face. Lines of acute pain were etched in her countenance as she whipped her head this way and that, her bleached blonde hair flying wildly around her face. This sight was something Dennis didn't want to miss; the totally humiliating surrender of his soft-bodied young wife-well to him she was still young. It was a pleasure seeing her struggle in the clutches of what she believed was something evil and disgusting. Now she was reduced to nothing more than a raw, screaming mass of utter helplessness. Somehow it all seemed so fitting.
"You have your choice," he panted, watching from the corner of his eye as his father continued fucking into Kim's rear tunnel. "You can stay divorced, or you can marry me again, but from now on you're going to be my own private whore."
"Whore?" Arlene gasped in disbelief, not able to digest what her husband was telling her. "I'm coming to our home every night, and I'm going to fuck you silly any way that pleases me. If you give me any kind of hard time, I'll give the kids instructions to fuck their own mommy. You won't be able to fight them off, Arlene. You know it. Why don't you stop acting like such a dummy. You know you love being my whore."
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she insisted.
"See the way my dad's screwing that girl in the ass? Well you're going to discover what it feels like, too." He thrust his forefinger against her anal opening, pressing hard.
"Ohhhhhh pleeeaaassse ... Dennis ... no ... no ... don't do this..." she shrieked, trying to twist away from this indecent outrage against her tiny, cringing anus.
Dennis worked his finger deeper and deeper, corkscrewing it, pushing it farther into her rectum. Arlene continued struggling for some minutes, even after he pushed a second finger in, but soon her body was working in cadence with his cock and his fingers, and against her will she was mewling with pleasurable sighs.
Kim felt the pain in her rear slowly fading, and little by little the tingling nerves in her rectum came strongly to life, and though she was no less determined to shut all this from her mind, she found herself humping her buttocks back against the lancing penis that continually invaded the
I trammeled depths of her squeezing rectum. She slammed herself back and forth, her head bobbing ever more furiously, her tongue licking and her jaws pulling as she sucked strongly on the twin phallic spires locked in her tight oral cavern. Her head moved more quickly than ever, and the two boys helped, continuing to thrust their young pelvises up and down with equal vigor.
Kim felt thrills building in her rectum. She was unable to believe the constant sensations and she slammed back all the more forcefully. Her mind continued chastising her, telling her this was another evil thing in which she was involved, and once she left this house she would have nothing more to do with this terrible old man.
Her hands were flat on the floor, her fingers clutching at the carpet. The scent of the young boys' groins filled her swelling nostrils, and though she convinced herself she liked none of this, her body continued responding as the heat inside her continued building and swelling.
A smile of victory broke out on Dennis's face as he felt his wife fucking back. She slowly, hesitantly corkscrewed her buttocks against his fingers while he continued slamming his penis into the burning depths of her vaginal channel. Arlene was hopelessly and helplessly impaled between her husband's solidly throbbing penis as it continued reaming her cuntal tunnel while his fingers kept on cramming themselves into her rectum. Now, whimpering and moaning beneath the man, she began twisting, churning and bucking her body as she felt the dual ravishment continue unabated.
Dennis slid his other hand underneath as well, but instead of reaching for her anus, his fingers began teasing the vaginal lips surrounding his cock, massaging them as he continued punching his throbbing pole in and out of her shuddering body. He quickened his penile thrusts, sending the hot, pulsating pole deep into the softness of his ex-wife's pussy as she thrashed insanely under him. He knew she was his again, and this time she would be his forever. This time he intended making certain he remained the boss in his household. He was going to make her beg and plead for it.
"Tell me, Arlene," he gasped. "D'you want me to stop?"
At that moment Arlene realized exactly what kind of thrills she was feeling. For the first time in her life she was enjoying sex because he was no longer fucking her on her own terms. Her own mother had been wrong. Sex was not something for men alone. It was a sensation to be enjoyed equally by men and women, and she realized what a fool she had been. Now she had a chance to regain her husband and her family. She was going to take that chance.
"Don't stop, Dennis," she whimpered. "I'm sorry for being such a fool. Please don't stop," she gasped, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear, her false pride completely gone as she lay pinned and naked under his weight, loving every bit of it. The thought of begging him to drive his massive penis into her vaginal depths had at one time been completely unthinkable. Now she wanted him to empty his scorching balls into her, and she was beyond caring what she had to do to accomplish this.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered, kissing her ear. "Come on, Arlene. I've waited so long to hear you say the words. Say them and make me happy."
Arlene knew this would be the final surrender, but she didn't care. There would be no escaping her husband ever again, and for the first time she realized she didn't want to escape him. Her bloodstream was pulsating through her body like a raging river as she thrust her body up to his and shouted for the entire household to hear, "For God's sake, Dennis, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Shoot your sperm into me and make me pregnant again. I want to be your wife in every sense of the word. Fuck me hard!"
Grunting his approval, Dennis, his eyes shining with lust for this woman because he still loved her increased the tempo of his thrusts, ground his loins solid and deep between her quaking thighs so that his penis spiked itself far up into the hidden recesses of her quaking belly. Arlene's small, firm breasts quivered against the solid pressure of his weighty chest, the tiny hardness of her nipples digging into his flesh with seething intensity.
The raging fire of total wantonness raged in the plunging cock of Dennis Warren. He was aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that his wife was his again, and she was grinding her hot little ass in frantic abandon to the way he was plunging into her. She kicked her heels savagely against his shoulders as he dug fiercely into her tight feminine tunnel. Of all the hot bitches he had ever wanted to fuck, this was still the most important one as far as he was concerned. Now that he really had her going, he knew it wasn't a one-shot blastoff. This woman was going to be doing everything he ever wanted at last. Life no longer was simply passing him by. The very thought surging his cock deep inside her.
The tall, rangy man felt his orgasm mounting higher and higher, his testicles swelling as his scrotum shrank. He was going to spew his foam into her, no longer in anger, but with the love he had always felt for her.
The blonde divorcee sensed something happening inside her husband. He was finally going to empty his seed into the churning depths of her trembling body.
Arlene took refuge in the thought that this was the only man to ever fuck her. True, she had dated other men since her divorce, but sex had previously been so distasteful with her husband she saw no reason to become involved with other men. Now, once again, her handsome ex-husband, soon to be her husband again, was rutting over her like a wild stallion over a mare. Their lovemaking was not the sweet, tender, delicate thing she had always wanted, but this brutal, wanton, lustful abandon was a thousand times better.
Levering his body higher over that of his wife, Dennis sped up his thrusts until the pace became blurred movement. He kneaded the wantonly writhing flesh beneath him without being conscious of the fact that she was madly in love with what he was doing. He was fucking her and he no longer had the urge to destroy her. He was going to fuck this bitch wife of his forever, and she would never deny him again. His heavy penis, filling her tight depths, expanded and swelled, throbbing feverishly inside her until he thought it would split open like a hot dog over a flame. Either that or it would simply explode from too much pressure.
Then the expected blastoff came, first from Arlene, as she shrieked, "DENNIS ... AAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGG GHHHHHH ... IIIIII'MMMMMM ... AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE ... CCCCCCUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNN NNGGGGGG ... OHHHHHH ... EEEEEEYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAG GGGGGHHHHHH..."
She squeezed her ex-husband tightly, pulling him deeper into her, feeling the first needle-spray of sperm emptying itself into the ravaged depths of her shuddering cunt. The thought that he had done it so savagely made the ravaged ex-wife that much more thrilled, because her former husband still loved her enough to want her so badly that he was raping her. Hot sticky fluid jetting from his penis caused more wild sensations of rippling pleasure to erotically flood through her.
"Ooooooohhhhhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Y Y YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGHH HHHHAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" the man yelled, continuing to fire into her.
Arlene lay there, happy to have been beaten as her husband's seed continued pumping into her. She made no move except to pull Dennis down onto her, keeping his now shrinking penis locked in her depths as it emptied itself. Her mouth clamped against his, kissing him violently.
Harold Warren continued pumping into Kim's tight rectum, feeling the walls of her violated anus loosening their vise-like grip around his impaling hardness. He continued a series of regularly rhythmic strokes, and Kim shut her mind, refusing to allow the pleasure invading her to reach her brain. Occasionally the old man would shove his penis all the way in and keep it there, making it throb in time to the way her head was bobbing as she continued sucking on the penises of the two boys. Her mouth sucked and pulled, drinking the colorless lubricant each continued emitting, feeling the two phalluses, as one, starting to swell, making her cheeks puff and bloat.
Kim bobbed her head faster now, scraping her tongue flatly along the side of the two penises, rubbing the helmeted tips, feeling them pulse faster as the two boys thrust their loins higher, their bodies becoming more increasingly tense. They were very close.
Without realizing it, Kim sucked even harder, one of her hands flatly resting on their groins, rubbing their pelvises as the tip of her tongue continued to lick their testicles each time her head moved down. She savored the texture and flavor of the meatiness of the two penises. She sucked strongly and it burst into her brain that she wanted to taste the sperm of these two boys. Why? She had no idea, but suddenly she knew she would not be content until she had drained everything these little stinkers had to offer. Her head moved rapidly, and she sucked violently, her lips all but tearing the flesh from the throbbing organs. At the same time she felt their grandfather pounding even more deeply into her abused rectum and she realized there was no more pain back there. Yet she had to try and restrain herself. She had to keep herself from being aroused by this forbidden attack that she was being forced to endure.
The voice in her brain was becoming smaller and soon it faded out altogether, drowned out by larger, more persuasive feelings that took total control of her eighteen-year-old body. Try as she might, the young blonde was unable to prevent herself from jerking her hips up and back to meet the thrusting strokes of Harold Warren. The pummeling penis rammed deeper into her colon, and there was no denying the prurient thrills of passion now shooting from the top of her bobbing head to the tips of her curling toes.
I can't like it, she said to herself. This is all so sick.
A vivid image of how she must look floated into Kim's brain. She saw herself bent over, the wrinkled old man with his penis in her rectum, her mouth glued to the groins of the ten-year-old boys. Off to the side, Arlene and Dennis Warren were sitting with their backs against the bottom of the sofa, watching all that was taking place, and Arlene now had a loving look on her face as she stared at the finale.
The boys were no longer able to contain their sperm. They fired into the depths of Kim's throat, and both screamed.
'YYYYYYIIIIIIAAAAAAGG GGGGHHHHHH!"
" AAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAIIIIII YYYAAAGH!"
Kim drank excitedly as the two fired volcanic spurts of what little white glue was left inside them. She sucked strongly and pulled the sticky strings from inside their penises, rolling the fluid around on her tongue, then swallowing. She gulped, biting and chewing their little penises, feeling Michael's starting to shrink before Craig's, once again reaffirming her belief that Craig was the more sensual of the two boys.
Her mouth finally left their groins and she licked her lips as the old man said, "The truth, Kimmie. Does it feel good?"
"Yes, you old cocker," she gasped. "I may hate you for the rest of my life for making me admit it, but it does feel good."
The old man thrust a little harder and kept his penis locked all the way inside her, then began firing. He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting, but it was Kim who bellowed, "AAAWWWHH HHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" as her anal orgasm overwhelmed her.
EPILOGUE
Four weeks had gone by. Four long, anguished weeks. For four weeks Kim Wayne had looked the other way when passing the Warren home, and for four weeks she had not gone out on dates.
College had started again and autumn was coming. The birds still sang as sweetly as before, the sun still shone as brightly, and it was impossible to tell that soon everyone would have to wear jackets and coats, and when not having to go outside, would hibernate inside their homes.
Kim sighed, feeling tragically alone, because there was no one to whom she was able to talk. Talking to her parents was completely out of the question, and her sister, for all her liberality, would look askance at her were she to admit what had happened the night she had babysat at the Warren house.
Wearing a yellow sleeveless summer dress, Kim had finished her last class for the day and now stood on the steps of the junior college, looking around. Other students were hurrying by her in both directions, and the inside of the college looked so foreboding she was glad she was going out. Fortunately her thoughts didn't interfere with her studying and her grades were higher than ever.
The cement walk swelled out before her and there were benches on either side. Behind the benches on both sides the rolling green campus stretched out. There were trees here and there, and shortly their green leaves would turn to yellow.
Kim walked along, carrying her books, heading for her bicycle. It was locked in the rack at the foot of the stairs. She put her books in the small basket on the handlebars, then unlocked the chain from around the front and rear wheels. Hopping onto the green bicycle, she pedaled her way from the college, using the narrow bicycle path until she reached the end of the college grounds. Now she was out on the street and had to move more carefully. Skillfully guiding the bike through traffic, she was home in almost twenty minutes.
Putting the bike in the garage, she shut the door, then carried her books up the steps to the front door of her home.
"Hi, Kim," a voice greeted. Turning around she saw it was Marty.
"Hi," she smiled. "I haven't seen you in awhile." "Yeah, well I've been busy getting ready for college."
"Want to come inside?" she asked. "Sure," he nodded. "I'm through studying for the day."
He was wearing a white shirt open at the throat and gray slacks. He hurried up the steps after her, waiting as she inserted the key in the lock. They both went inside and Kim shut the door behind her.
"No one else is home," Kim told him. "My folks are working and my sister's at an out-of-state college."
"Hey," he asked, "did you hear about old man Warren?"
"No," Kim replied, frowning, inwardly not caring to hear.
"The old boy had himself a heart attack the day after you babysat for him. If it had been anyone but you, I would be wondering just what the old man had been doing the night before with the babysitter."
They went into the den of the house, a cozy room with a fireplace against the far wall, all of which was brick. The side walls all had books in built-in bookcases. The floor was flagstone, but in front of the fireplace was a large rug. Bracketing the fireplace were two sofas. Kim gracefully sank to the rug with her legs tucked under her, pulling at some brown strands that were sticking up from the rug.
"I didn't know that," she admitted, suddenly feeling very bad. She thought it was as if all the terrible things she had wished on the old man had come true.
"They say he'll be all right," Marty said, smoothing his dark hair back as he sat beside her. He stared at Kim, trying to look through her dress, wondering just what it was she had on underneath.
For the first time Kim realized what had been bothering her for the past four weeks. It wasn't merely being unable to discuss what had happened. Her body was inwardly craving for more and she had refused to admit it to herself. Now, for the first time, she faced the issue squarely in her mind and realized all the things the old man had told her were true. Yes, he had been crude about it, but that didn't make any of it less true. Her body had known these sensations long before her mind had come to accept them. She was at an age where it was time to start enjoying herself sexually.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" Marty asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm afraid to tell you," she replied, and his hands were suddenly enclosing her. Kim found herself eagerly in his arms, her lips finding, kissing his. Their mouths were tightly welded together and their tongues probed, tasting, savoring, exciting each other. Marty was a lover of her own choosing, and this time she intended enjoying what happened with him. No more regrets, no more unhappiness, no more sorrows.
Marty held her tight, knowing he had often come this far with her, kissing her, holding her, even feeling her a little. Yet there was something in the urgency of her kisses which let him know that today was no ordinary day. His hands explored her body and he felt the way she willingly thrust herself against him. His fingers found the zipper to her dress at the nape of her neck and pulled it to her waist. She didn't stop him. When she did pull away it was to shrug the garment from her shoulders and he realized she was wearing no brassiere underneath. Now her entire body was exposed to the navel. For an instant all he was able to do was feast his eyes on the fullness of her shapely breasts.
An instant later his mouth was glued to her right mammary, sucking her nipple, making it swell and enlarge. Kim lay back, forcing him to move with her. She had no idea why she was letting this happen. All she knew was, the pent-up urges in her body would no longer be denied.
With a deft movement, she slipped her dress over her hips and pulled it off, kicking her shoes off as well. She let him pull her panties down and Marty didn't stop to wonder about his good luck.
"Now let me undress you," she insisted.
Her small, cool hands were quick and efficient. They moved with a sureness she would never have had if it hadn't been for her experiences with Harold Warren. In no time she had him undressed, and she had him standing above her, his erect manhood standing out, both eager and anxious for her. She had to admit that beauty was built bigger than either of the Warren men.
"That is magnificent," she said, reaching up while on her knees to fondle his stiffness, teasing the purple head of his throbbing penis with her fingers.
Marty was still stunned by her behavior. Even if she had been a bit forward at first, he had expected her to recoil at the sight of his immense penis. Instead she was complimenting him on it, and pulling him down on top of her. His heavy penis came to rest in the soft, hair-lined furrow of her waiting cunt. She clamped her thighs together, forcing the length of cock to lie long and thick against her, its pressure seeming to instantly arouse her.
"Do you want me?" she asked him, looking into his brown eyes.
The twitching penis throbbed between her thighs, leaking its lubricating juices all over her body as she ran her fingers through his dark hair, caressing him.
"No," Marty sarcastically snapped. "I'm only doing this because it's a way to kill time." He panted heavily and Kim smiled. It was her turn to dominate and control, and dominate she would. She had learned her unwanted lessons very well. Now, for the first time, she realized just how much she needed sexual fulfillment.
"If you want me I want to hear you say it," Kim insisted, keeping her hot thighs clamped firmly around his penis, preventing him from moving it.
"My God!" he gasped. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life."
"Tell me exactly what you want," she insisted, squeezing him with her hugging arms. "I want to ... to..."
"Say it," she hissed. "Say it! It's the only way I'll let you do it."
"I want to fuck you," he told her. "Kim, I want to fuck you," he gasped, his large hands gripping her swollen breasts, squeezing them, kneading them as a baker would knead dough, thrilling to the feeling of flesh moving through his fingers.
"Just how do you intend doing it?" she asked. "How are you going to fuck me, Marty?" she gasped, breathing into his ear.
"I'm going to fuck you until my sperm is coming out of your ears," he gasped.
"Will you kill me with it?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
"God! That's just what I'm going to do."
"All right. Kill me with it."
"Yeah!" he said, clamping his mouth against hers, kissing her long and hard, trying to dig his tongue into her throat.
She pulled her lips from his and said, "And you'll do it any way I want it?"
"Any way you want it, Kim, honey," he promised, holding her more tightly than ever.
"Then do it now," Kim insisted, her voice a low moan oozing from her throat. "Fuck me now! Put that fat cock of yours into my tight cunt and fuck me like you've never fucked any of the other women you've known."
Kim opened her thighs and lifted her buttocks, flexing her legs. Her hand reached between them to grip the wonderful thickness of Marty's huge, blood-bloated cock. Her small hand felt so tiny as she guided the massive missile between her vaginal lips where, as she had done once before, she wedged the knob up and down in her furrow, wetting it completely. This time she knew full well what she was doing, parting her fluffy blonde fuzz as she pushed the pulsing stiffness in and out until she had it centered directly against the tiny foramen, feeling Marty's cock getting stiffer with every passing second.
With firm, demanding pressure Marty pushed his hips against her. At last his dream was coming true! This was Kim Wayne, the girl he had dreamed of fucking when fornicating with other girls. Now it was no longer a dream. He had no idea why she had suddenly changed and he was too intelligent to question it. All he knew was that this girl was something really special, and he was finally entering her tight cunt. She was really tight! He didn't expect to find a hymen inside her. She was one hell of an athletic girl, and he was certain she had probably broken it either doing gymnastics or playing tennis.
Kim was ready for him, her feet flat on the floor, her knees raised, her buttocks off the floor and her weight on her shoulders as she prepared to take him into her. The penile point was just inside the lips of her vagina, and it felt so good. This was just what she had been waiting for.
"Now!" she ordered.
Marty drove his mighty lance deep into the softness of her inflamed twat. Her strong vaginal muscles gave way with the overpowering onslaught and his throbbing cock was finally pushing itself into her carnal canal. The warm, elastic, slippery inner lining wetly sucked his length into her, clinging like a determined clam to his hardened muscle, gripping him, claiming him for herself, absorbing every inch of Marty's cock to the hilt, his heavy balls swinging below, slapping against the rounded cheeks of her upturned buttocks as he rammed his giant organ into her pulsating, wide-split cleft unmercifully.
Kim screamed with the first pain of it, as the thick shaft stretched her elastic walls more widely apart than ever. Her gasp convinced Marty he was the first. He would never discover otherwise. Her hips writhed and twisted under him, and she pulled back and down to escape the suddenness of the pain. She grimaced but Marty, now inside her and determined to remain there, thrust all the harder, trying to cram the last bit of his giant cock into Kim's softly yielding cunt.
Now that he was all the way inside her, he stopped for a moment, letting her vagina adjust to the thickness of him, resting on top of her with his massively swollen rod spiking her to the rug beneath. She opened her eyes now, and they were smoky as she smiled at him, the pain quickly fading, replaced by the thrilling sensation of his solid erect cock.
"You are wonderful," Kim groaned, opening her emotions and her mind to what was happening, thrilling to the feeling of it as she had never before permitted herself. Now she was more certain than ever that she had been correct in wanting to be filled only by someone who meant something to her. This was marvelous. Not only her mind, but her entire being was opened up to him.
Her hips began moving under him, first in tiny circles, then changing to longer, back and forth strokes, screwing her buttocks back, forcing withdrawal, only to move forward again, her tight vagina climbing the length of his long, massive penis as she completely impaled herself on the great length of him. Finally she moved with wildly gyrating buttocks, the smoldering inner sensuality blown out of all proportion into a raging furnace inside her.
Marty was in a rapturous world all his own. He felt the raging fire of her and was certain it was her feeling for him that had made her take this wonderful step. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her thrashing body, allowing her voracious vagina to slide up and down the length of his slashing cock without his moving. Once in awhile he bucked forward on her upstroke, as if trying to drive the head of his stiff prick through the back wall of her vagina.
Kim moaned in ecstasy beneath him. Now that she had surrendered herself to this wonderful feeling she found herself soaring as never before. Her orgasm was coming almost instantly because she had no desire to restrain it. It overwhelmed her and she screamed, "AAAYYYAAARRRGG-GHHH!" and slammed herself all the harder against Marty's driving groin. Marty was nowhere near ready to explode, and he continued pillaging her ultra-sensitive cuntal flesh, burying and re-burying his stirring stem into her seething depths.
As her second orgasm overwhelmed her, Kim realized this really was a major reason for existing.
"You're ... uhhhhhh ... mine," he gasped, still pounding into her. "I don't. . . uhhhhhh ... care what you think ... but from now on you ... uhhhhhh ... belong to meeeeee..."
"D'you love me, Marty?" she gasped.
"That's a dumb question under the circumstances," he grunted.
Security flooded Kim's body as the swollen penis continued filling her. It wasn't until she had completed her fifth climactic climbing that Marty finally unleashed the contents of his testicles into her body. As the warm sperm flooded through her, Kim, gripping him tightly, knew she was right. When you loved someone, it was so much better!
