Maybe he wouldn't see her here. Maybe she could hide until the bastard stumbled off to bed drunk.
Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She could hear her breath gasping as she cowered terrified.
"I know you're down there, you little slut," the drunken man called from the top of the cellar steps. "You can't fool me none."
Nancy quivered where she was crouching behind the packing crates.
Ever since she had moved into the house with her new foster parents she knew that this day would come.
She had seen the look in Brad Truscott's eyes when he took in the curves of her hot teenage body.
She knew that look well.
Every man she had ever had anything to do with had that look. And she had finally put a name to it. Lust.
Naked lust.
And Brad Truscott was stumbling down the cellar steps in her direction with that look on his face. Even in the dark she could smell the lust.
Nancy's teenage breasts heaved as she tried to hold her breath. There was a heat between her thighs and she knew that it would soon be satisfied. She wanted it as much as he did. But she was terrified.
Nancy had clung to her virginity as the last bit of respectability left her. And she knew that this afternoon she was about to lose it-to her own foster father!
CHAPTER ONE
"All right, girls, line up," the witch-like voice of Miss Pritchard broke the early morning stillness of the dorm.
"Line up and get ready for inspection," the old hag who ran the orphanage continued.
Thirty sleepy girls pulled back the ragtag sheets on their cots and proceeded to follow instructions.
It was not an unusual occurrence. Nor a pleasant one.
The people for the welfare bureau came regularly, about four times a year to inspect the girls and to pick the ones who would be sent out for adoption.
Nancy Jones hoped that she would be passed up this time.
The thirteen year old had already been in seven foster homes. It never worked out. There was always a horny teenage boy or a stepfather who was trying to get into her pants. It had been happening since she started to develop into a woman at a very early age.
She knew that from now on it would only get worse. But she had managed to save her virginity.
"Snap to, you slatterns," Miss Pritchard called out. Some of the girls were very slow about getting out of their narrow cots this morning.
Nancy looked around the grim interior of the dormitory she shared with some thirty other girls.
It hadn't been painted since she had been living here. And that had been off and on since she was seven years old, when her mother had been killed in a plane crash. The place looked dirty.
They scrubbed it weekly, ceiling to floor, but it still looked dirty.
"There," Miss Pritchard said, satisfied when she could see that all the cots were empty. All thirty girls were standing at the foot of their beds in their ragged nighties.
Nancy could see that some of the other girls were far more physically developed than she was. Some of them had really voluptuous figures, ripe full breasts and full, rounded hips. They were quite a sexy lot, the orphan girls and Nancy knew that she was one of the prettiest.
That is one reason why she had been adopted so often.
Her flaxen hair was startling, especially with the clear, large blue eyes that melted men's hearts and gave their dicks a throb.
Even at ten or eleven, Nancy had begun to grow into a sexual little kitten. She was ripe for plucking and it had only been blind luck and fortitude that had kept her a virgin this long.
"Rosita," Miss Pritchard's sharp voice stung like a whip. "Wash that filth off your face."
Rosita was a young Mexican girl who had been brought to live at the orphange about a month before. She had been used to wearing lipstick and eye shadow when she had lived with her family, but one of Miss Pritchard's rules was "no makeup." She had had an ongoing war with the young Mexican spitfire.
"And take those damned earrings off," Miss Pritchard shouted as Rosita twitched her hot ass towards the bathroom. "They make you look like a gypsy whore."
Rosia spun on her heel. She spat on the floor.
"I am Spanish!" she proclaimed proudly, "Castillian Spanish!"
There was a titter of laughter through the ranks of half nude young girls who were witnessing this scene. Rosita was proud of her Spanish blood and did not like to be called a "wetback" or any other names that were pejorative to her heritage.
"You still look like a gypsy whore," Miss Pritchard continued, baiting her she-bear.
"Fuck you, you old witch," Rosita spat again and turned to head for the wash room to cleanse the makeup off her face.
Miss Pritchard was across the room in seconds, grabbing at the long, silky black hair that hung down the Spanish girl's back. She gripped her tresses in her iron-like grip and flung the Spanish girl to the floor of the dormitory, knocking her breath out.
Rosita whimpered as she attempted to regain her breath. The sudden fall had knocked the breath out of her. She was helpless. The flimsy nightie that the girls were forced to wear had ridden up to her armpits, completely exposing the naked body of the young spitfire who was writhing on the floor.
Her well-developed young tits were heaving as she attempted to catch her breath, sinking her chest in deeply and then thrusting it out, her breasts jiggling against the shiny worn linoleum of the dormitory floor.
Nancy saw that Rosita had a ripe, full bush of black hair between her legs, covering her hot little red-hot snatch. Nancy's own pale blonde pubic patch had only recently begun to fill in. It was quite surprising to see the full growth of the Spanish girl spread out before her as Rosita cowered at Miss Pritchard's feet.
Nancy wondered if she herself would sport such a bush in days to come. The mysteries of female sexuality were a great wonderment to her.
"So you would spit at me, would you?" Miss Pritchard had narrowed her beady eyes to slits. Her voice was low and treacherous. Nancy knew that the Spanish girl was in for a bad time.
Miss Pritchard pulled out the collapsible cane that she carried and stretched it out to its full length and locked the connections into place. The evil looking cane had silver tips on the tiny bottom and on the top where Miss Pritchard held it in her hand.
She whooshed it through the air a few times making a terrible noise as Rosita attempted to crawl into a ball so the woman would have no where to hit her.
The girls shrank back, leaving a wide circle around the terrified Rosita who crouched on the floor in a fetal position. Nancy joined the retreating figures as they attempted to clear the way. Miss Pritchard could swing wide and hard with her silver-tipped hickory cane and no one wanted to catch a backhanded slap from it.
Rosita's eyes grew huge as she saw the cane raised in the air over her naked body. She had tried to pull the tattered nightie around her body for protection, but it was so full of rents and tears that even if she had clutched it about her terrified body, it would have done little to ward off the blows of the cane that were soon to rain upon her body.
WHACK!
Every girl in the place closed her eyes and put her fingers into her ears.-WHACK!
The dread sound of Miss Pritchard's cane frequently punctuated the morning line-up as well as the evening gathering.
WHACK!
It was a sound they each knew the feel of as well, and none of them wanted to repeat the experience.
Rosita cried out and bit her lip until she could taste the blood seeping into her mouth.
Miss Pritchard laid the hickory cane into her, bruising and battering her naked ass and her breasts as the girl writhed and wriggled on the floor beneath her.
There seemed to be a special vengeance in Miss Pritchard's caning this morning, she seemed to have a real case against the young Spanish girl. Nancy could not remember so severe a beating in a long time. Miss Pritchard must have the rag on, Nancy thought to herself, not really knowing what the expression meant, but having heard it from time to time from the other girls. Especially when Miss Pritchard was being unusually cruel.
"Filthy Mexican slut!" Miss Pritchard spat the words at the dark-haired girl who was whimpering on the floor as she beat her with the cane. "Filthy pig of the streets!"
Nancy felt each blow as it rained on the girl's helpless body. She herself had received the cane more than once and knew the sharp pain of its hard, polished whipping.
Miss Pritchard paused, holding the cane up in the air and looking down at the prone figure of the naked teenage girl beneath her. A cruel smile crossed her taut lips and she lowered the cane slowly, feeling satisfied that the girl had been taught her lesson.
"Anyone else want a taste of this?" Miss Pritchard barked, her eyes searching the faces of the terrified girls as she turned and swept them with her malicious gaze.
The girls were frozen where they stood. They knew that at any moment, Miss Pritchard could turn on one of them and give them the kind of caning they had all just seen her give to Rosita.
"Very well," Miss Pritchard said. "Clean yourselves and dress. We have important visitors today."
With that the woman stalked to the door of the dormitory and she left the girls alone.
Nancy was among the first to fall to her knees and comfort the battered Risita.
"Aeeeiii!" Rosita cried as the tender hands of the girls touched her bruised body. "Leave me alone!"
"Are you alright?" Nancy asked, feeling sorry for the girl who had taken the beating without a cry.
"I will live," the girl said, painfully unbending her body and pulling the tattered nightie around her nakedness.
Nancy stood back and let Rosita stand by herself. She admired the fortitude of the girl. Most would have screamed bloody murder as the old witch attacked them with the cane. But not Rosita, and not Nancy. She was determined to take whatever was dished out to her and no crying.
There was only one shower for all thirty girls. About four of them at a time could squeeze into the narrow cubicle and wash in the sometimes hot water. Nancy determined to wait and help Rosita if she needed any assistance. She knew that Miss Pritchard's canings could be quite severe and leave one's muscles and joints quite sensitive.
"Hurry up," one of the girls said to Nancy who she saw dawdling near her cot. "You don't want old Witch Pritchard to catch you being slow."
"I'll be alright," Nancy said. "Just mind your own affairs."
The girl gave Nancy a quizzical look, but shrugged her shoulders. If the girl wanted to get into trouble that was her own affair.
Soon, the girls had mostly left the dormitory to descend to the dining room for what passed as breakfast in the orphanage. Nancy walked to the edge of the shower room and saw that Rosita was there alone, her bruises showing more vividly now.
"Let me help you," Nancy said, pulling off her nightie and hanging it on a hook near the door.
Rosita was massaging her sore body with handfuls of the white soap lather, but she was cringing in pain at each touch.
Nancy filled her delicate hands with the creamy lather and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot, fresh water pelt her naked young skin as she joined the dark-haired Rosita in the tiny shower room.
Rosita cringed but relaxed as she felt the gentle determination in Nancy's touch. Nancy was more gentle than she herself had been and it was soothing to have the flaxen-haired girl begin to massage the sore and aching body that was turning blue and purple under the heat of the shower water.
"There, there," Nancy said soothingly as she slid her milky, creamy lathered hands over the silken flesh of the young Spanish girl. Rosita's skin texture was like liquid honey. Nancy loved the feel of it. It was like velvet and her own hands, covered as they were with soap lather, blended perfectly with the delicate softness of the girl's skin.
She could feel the round, full swellings of Rosita's thighs as she rubbed the creamy lather over the girl's naked skin. She could feel the slight intake of breath as Rosita felt Nancy's hands touch her in intimate places.
Nancy began to rub her hands upwards on Rosita's stomach, pushing her flesh as she moved. Rosita's round, full, ripe breasts were jutting out from her naked chest and she leaned back against the wall of the shower and felt the young blonde girl cup her tits in her hands and gently massage their cane-streaked flesh, bringing comfort and warmth to her tortured body.
"Good," Rosita murmured, feeling the care the blonde girl was giving her. "Feels so good."
She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to Nancy's probing touch. Nancy explored the weight and fullness of Rosita's cupcake tits, lifting them and feeling their pendulous weight as she slid her soapy hands over the warm, molded titflesh.
Rosita's nipples were bright red and surrounded by dark brown ovals. As Nancy began to massage their great size, the nipples began to harden and protrude from the aureole in which they nestled.
Nancy was amazed at the size of the girl's tits and nipples, covertly comparing them to her own pink buds that were just beginning to blossom on her undeveloped young chest.
Rosita's hot tits were large and full. Nancy could feel the hot breath of the girl on her face as she pressed in closer, feeling the warmth and heat of Rosita's body cutting through the heat of the shower water and nearly causing steam to arise between them.
"You are so beautiful," Nancy said quietly, drinking in the wonder of the naked young woman she was lathering with the soap. "You are just how I want to be."
Rosita's eyes were closed. She was breathing quickly and deeply. Her breasts were heaving as Nancy slid her young white hands down the tawny girl's naked body. Rosita pushed her legs apart and felt Nancy's delicate touch slide between her thighs and begin to massage the full, thick pubic bush.
"Yes, yes, yes," Rosita whispered, her tongue brushing the line of her full, voluptuous lips. She pushed her thighs wider apart, feeling Nancy explore the heat of her vagina with her dainty fingertips.
Nancy felt dizzy and her head was on fire. She was terrified, but she knew that at this moment nothing could stop her from doing what she was doing. She slipped a finger inside the hot, wet slit of Rosita's snatch and felt the warm, stickiness of Rosita's cunt open to receive her finger.
"Aaaahhhhhh," Rosita moaned softly, feeling the hard thrust of Nancy's finger as the girl ran her nail past her clit and began to massage the inner cavern of her young twat.
Nancy could not believe what she was doing. She had often fingered herself, but she had never done it to another girl before. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
She felt the warmth and squishiness inside her own cunt begin to mount as her fingers gripped the hard clit she found inside Rosita's pussy and she began to work it, knowing the tremendous feeling of pleasure she would bring to the other girl by doing this for her.
Rosita's bruises were completely forgotten as she abandoned herself to the gentle ministrations of Nancy's probing, exploring fingers. Nancy felt a hot flush race through her own body as Rosita flooded her fingers with a gush of hot, wet cum.
Rosita was panting now, hardly able to stand up against the shower wall. She clutched at Nancy, holding onto the delicate blonde girl for support as she felt her orgasms flooding out, drowning the young girl's fingers with her hot quim cum.
Nancy felt Rosita's hand grab her long blonde hair and pull her forward. Her body was crushed against Rosita's, the Spanish girl's breasts scorching her body as they were mashed into her.
Rosita's tongue darted out and into Nancy's as she pressed her mouth over the startled blonde's. Nancy began to struggle as she felt herself being engulfed in Rosita's passionate embrace, but the feelings were so new to her and so wonderful that she gave in and let the more experienced girl do what she wanted.
Rosita began to bite Nancy's lip as she slid her tongue deep into the blonde's eager mouth.
Nancy felt her own pussy quiver as Rosita clutched at her naked ass, pulling her tightly against her as Nancy's fingers worked frantically inside Rosita's red-hot love patch.
The two girls were breathless.
Nancy gasped as she felt Rosita let her go and drop to her knees in the shower. She was dizzy and helpless as Rosita spread her thighs apart, poking into the pink slit of her pussy with her fingers and digging with her nails in the soft folds of Nancy's virgin twat.
The feel of Rosita's tongue in her snatch gave Nancy an electric shock. It was the most exciting thing she had ever felt. The warm slippery tongue of the young Spanish girl was diving into her pussy deep, licking and flicking against her budding love button, driving her to frenzy as she grabbed the girl's head and rammed it into her crotch.
"Oh yes," Nancy moaned. "Oh god, yes," she could not help herself, It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had, to stand in the hot shower naked with the hot hot Spanish girl sucking out her pussy.
Nancy humped her hips, grinding her ass as she felt the long, searching tongue ram deep, deep into her pussy and lick up the flowing sweet juices of her love pot. She spread her honey over Rosita's tongue and the dark-haired girl lapped it up, licking and lapping at the fount of her pleasure.
Rosita slid her hands up Nancy's naked buttocks, stretching them as she massaged the ripe flesh. Nancy nearly screamed as she felt a hard, slender finger slide into her hot, virgin ass-hole, but she was spewing forth a hot wad of cum into Rosita's mouth at the time and could only shudder as she felt this new thrill added to those she was already experiencing.
"Cum, cum, cum," was all she could moan as she gave way to the hot flushes that were overcoming her body, turning her limp and helpless as Rosita drove her finger into her ass-hole and sucked the insides out of her pussy.
Breakfast was a quick and forgettable experience. But all the girls were eager to see who the welfare bureau had brought along with them and more importantly who they were taking away.
Nancy sat smiling to herself as she toyed with the bowl of gruel on the table before her.
Rosita was seated on the other side of the table nearly at the end, but Nancy could see her from where she sat.
She had never felt this way before and it was all due to Rosita. Nancy would never forget this morning. Not so long as she lived.
"Hurry up," Miss Pritchard's voice cut through the low chatter in the dining room like a butcher knife. "Roll call."
The clatter of trays and plastic, dishes filled the dingy dining hall as the girls lined up to put their breakfast trays through a narrow window where a few unfortunates were detailed to KP duty.
Nancy fell in line and joined the shuffle to the auditorium, a glowing smile on her lips and a warmth between her legs that only she and Rosita knew the reason for.
The cold metal chairs in the auditorium met the warm naked butts of the young girls as they sank into place. There was a murmur of whispers, but for the most part the orphans sat quietly awaiting their possible fates.
"Anderson, Mary," Miss Pritchard's high-pitched voice began.
"Here," the woeful waif responded. Roll call had begun.
"I'm sure you will get along just fine," Miss Pritchard said, smiling benevolently at the couple who held Nancy's hands between them. "Don't hesitate to call if there's any questions you have."
The Truscotts looked down at the pretty blonde they had decided to "adopt."
CHAPTER TWO
Nancy held the silky underwear to her cheek and rubbed the sexy fabric against her tender young skin.
It was the nicest collection of lingerie she had ever seen and it was all hers!
Mrs. Truscott had taken her shopping the very afternoon that they had come home from the orphanage and she had been treated to the greatest pleasure of her life thus far picking out sweet, sexy underwear for herself. Nancy was thrilled.
She loved the soft feel of the pink and white panties and slips that she was now neatly folding and putting into the top drawer of the dresser.
"That's pretty sexy stuff," she heard a male voice say behind her.
Nancy whirled quickly where she was standing and saw Bud, the Truscott's teenage son leaning in the doorway to her bedroom. He was looking at her cute body as she rubbed the panties against her face and he had a lascivious look on his young punk's face.
"What do you want?" Nancy protested, feeling herself blush to the roots of her long flaxen hair.
Bud just grinned at her and dropped a hand to his crotch.
"It's what you want," he smirked.
Nancy tried to busy herself with the drawer of underwear, but she was nervous and dropped a pair of white lace panties on the floor.
She stooped over to pick them up and when she looked up Bud was standing right in front of her, his crotch at her eye level.
She could see that the young man had a hard-on inside his jeans. He was rubbing his hand slowly up and down the outline of his monstrous tool that was making a line down the front of his pants leg.
"You'd like to get some of this cock, wouldn't you, girl?" Bud said quietly. "Wouldn't you."
"Leave me alone," Nancy said, clutching the white lace panties to her heaving breast. She was terrified but quietly stimulated by Bud's brazen sexuality.
She had taken notice of the handsome young man when she was brought into the house the day before. She knew that he liked her looks and she didn't have any objection to his, either. But he was kind of rushing things.
"Here, feel it," Bud said, low, reaching for her hand and trying to get her to cop a feel of his hard prick.
Nancy struggled with his grasp, but Bud Truscott was much stronger than she was and she found herself forced to grope his prick through the tight blue denim of his jeans as he stood before her where she was crouched on the floor.
Bud had a huge cock. She could feel the great shaft of it and the large sack of nuts that were crushed into the tight pouch of the shorts he was wearing under his Levis.
"Good," Bud said, letting his tongue slip along the line of his lips. "Feels good, girl. Take it out."
Nancy could feel her heart pounding, the blood rushing to her face and she was nearly deafened by the sound of her own heartbeat as she fumbled with the zipper on Bud's pants and pulled it down.
She was sure the sound of the zipper coming down could be heard in the next block, but no one came into the room and she reached inside Bud's tight Levis and fumbled with the soft cotton material of his jockey shorts and finally took hold of the raw piece of cock meat that was throbbing inside his pants.
Nancy's little pussy was so hot she could almost feel it burn as the juices started to flow and dribble into the crotch of the white panties she was wearing.
She had Bud's cock all the way out of his pants now and she was rubbing the long shaft of it from the nuts all the way up to the head, feeling the great circumference of the young man's prick as he stood there, his legs spread wide watching the young blonde girl play with his meat.
"Kiss it," he said, his voice husky.
Nancy glanced up into Bud's face. He was staring down at her, a glazed look in his eyes as he felt her delicate hand embrace the large circle of cock meat that jutted straight out from the opening in his pants.
"Kiss my cock, you little bitch," he said and thrust his hips forward. Nancy could feel the hardness of his dick in her hand as her fingers wrapped around it.
She parted her lips and allowed her tongue to slip out of the pink buds of her lips. Gently, she leaned forward, holding onto Bud's staff with one hand while she sought to touch it with the tip of her tongue.
It was like a shock of fire when she touched his cock head with the tip of her tongue. Bud's dick was hard and firm to her touch as she began to lick it like a thirsty kitten.
A tiny drop of clear white liquid was oozing from the pink piss slit in the enormous head of Bud's cock. Nancy licked it up, tasting the slightly salty and acrid pre-cum the boy was delivering onto her inexperienced tongue.
"Good," he whispered. "Lick it. Lick that dick."
Nancy nervously glanced over towards the doorway. What if Mr. or Mrs. Truscott came in to see her about something and found her on her knees licking their teenage son's cock? She would be sent back to the state home without question. She was terrified, but she knew that she had to do what Bud wanted her to do or he would tell. He would say that she had made a pass at him and she was a bad girl.
Nancy opened her mouth and took the head of Bud's cock inside. Bud closed his eyes and felt the warm softness of the young blonde girl's inner mouth, her tongue and her soft pinkness as he slid the head of his dick into the damp warmth of her young mouth.
"Suck it," Bud gasped. "Suck my cock, you cunt, suck it."
Nancy choked as Bud slammed forward, pressing more of his cock meat into her young, inexperienced mouth. She could feel her jaw stretching as he slid inch after inch of his hard, healthy young manmeat into her virgin mouth.
She had never done this before and didn't really know what she was doing, but Bud was being slow and gentle with her, inching his dick into her warm, wet mouth and letting her adjust to the great size of it before he slid another inch or two inside.
He had most of the nine inch cock in her mouth and she was nearly gagging on it, but Nancy was managing to hold her breath and hang onto the cock as Bud began to slowly pump the length of it in and out of her mouth.
Bud slid his dick all the way to the head and then began the long, slow journey back towards the base of it, feeling the tightness and the warm wetness of Nancy's gently sucking young lips on his hard tool.
"Suck it," he whispered, placing his hands amidst the cascading blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. He was guiding her movements, gently and slowly, feeling her take his cock into her mouth and then letting it slide all the way back to the head.
Her hair was like spun sugar, soft and delicate. He let it drift through his fingers as he slowly pumped his cock into her mouth, feeling the tightness and the wetness of her throat as he slid his meat inside, feeling his nuts tighten as he got ready to shoot his load into the girl's warm, young mouth.
"Take it," he gasped. "Take my load, you slut. I'm going to cum. I'm going to shoot in your fucking mouth."
Bud grabbed hold of her head hard as Nancy tried to pull loose, but he was incredibly strong and there was no escape. He rammed his dick down her throat and held tightly to her head as his cock throbbed and he cut loose with spasm after spasm, shooting hot, gooey cum into the girl's throat and choking her as she knelt on the floor in front of him, clutching her white lace panties to her heaving young rose bud breasts.
Nancy stood at her bedroom window and made sure that she could not be seen behind the curtains. Bud and a group of his buddies were making a lot of noise out in the drive way as they got ready to head out on Saturday night.
"Why don't you take Nancy along on your date?" Mrs. Truscott had asked Bud over dinner.
Nancy had flushed bright red in the face.
"It's not a date, Mom," Bud said. "Just a bunch of the guys going out to raise some hell."
"Bud!" Mrs. Truscott sounded shocked at his language.
"Mary, leave the boy alone," Mr. Truscott butted in. "It's not the kind of night you take a nice girl like Nancy out on, if I remember from my own school days."
Mr. Truscott gave Bud a knowing wink and Bud returned the gesture.
Father and son were very much alike and Mr. Truscott knew the kind of Saturday night a bunch of horny high-school boys had planned. It did not entail the company of a young virgin like Nancy.
Mrs. Truscott knew that she was defeated. That Bud, he was spoiled. And it was all her husband's fault. The boy was running wild and before they knew it he'd have some girl in trouble and then where would they be?
"What are you going to do, Nancy?" Mrs. Truscott asked the shy blonde who was playing with her frozen peas.
"Listen to some records and read some,"
Nancy said, staring at the pattern she had created with her peas in the middle of the large china dish.
"That doesn't sound like much fun," Mary Truscott persisted. "Do you want me to call some friends to come over?"
"Oh no!" Nancy quickly responded. "I'd rather be alone, really I would."
Nancy was having strange feelings. She was beginning to develop quite a bust and other things were happening to her body that she did not understand. The boys at school were starting to whistle after her when she walked down the corridors between classes and she nearly ran to the school bus to come home at night.
Bud was too busy to pay much attention to her, but he did repeat the performance of that first afternoon with her now and then. She was getting to be quite a little cock sucker and she was afraid that Bud had told some of the boys at school.
Very often when they thought no one could see, one of the boys would grip his crotch and outline what was there and make smacking noises to Nancy when they caught her eye.
She always blushed and looked away, but it made a strange sensation well up in her loins and she wondered what was happening to her.
"What are you reading?" Mr. Truscott asked Nancy, bringing her attention back to the dinner table.
"Erica Jong's 'Fear of Flying', " the young blonde said.
"Pretty heavy stuff, isn't it?" Mr. Truscott asked, feeling a stirring in his groin as he looked at the angelic blonde girl seated at the dinner table.
"Oh, it's just a lot of talk," Nancy said, wishing he'd never heard of the book.
"Hey, the guys will be here any minute," Bud said, leaping up from the table. "Got to get ready."
He was out the door and up the stairs before Mrs. Truscott could get her mouth open to raise a protest. Mr. Truscott just smiled. Yes sir, he thought to himself, Bud was really a chip off the old block. Probably had some pig slut lined up for the whole gang to bang on for the night, he thought. Just like when I was in school.
"Do you want me to help you with the dishes?" Nancy asked as Mrs. Truscott began to clear the table.
"No, dear," the kindly lady said "You run along, I can handle these."
Nancy helped gather the plates and silver wear up from the table and dutifully carried a load to the kitchen where Mrs. Truscott relieved her of her burden.
She made her way back through the dining room, trying to avoid Mr. Truscott's eyes. He was boring a hole through her thin dress and she felt naked under his gaze as she quickly made for the privacy of her room.
Bud's voice came raucously through the thin wall. He was singing some rock song that he played on the radio a lot. He sounded in a good mood. Nancy lay down on her bed and closed her eyes.
She had become aware of the ruckus outside and heard Bud join his buddies. That's when she had walked over to the window and peered out.
She didn't know any of the boys. They were all Bud's age. About three or four years older than Nancy. They were most likely seniors in school or even older. One really tall boy had a beard. Nancy thought he was the sexiest looking man she had ever seen.
She wondered what it would feel like to have his beard brush her young tits as he sucked on them.
Then she blushed, such thoughts she was having, looking out the window at a perfectly strange young man she hadn't even met.
But she couldn't help it. As she heard the boys drive off in a couple of cars, Nancy turned to the soft pink bed where she slept these days and lay down in the darkness, enjoying the quiet of the house on a Saturday night.
Many thoughts similar to the one she had just had about the boy with the beard had been coming into her head at uninvited intervals. The sight of a young man in tight pants had made her head spin. The look of his crotch as he walked down the street.
Nancy found herself wondering if the cocks she saw bulging in the fronts of boys' jeans were as big as Bud's or smaller, or how they would feel in her mouth or between her legs
Nancy crushed the thought from her mind. She had never been touched down there, never.
She knew that some of the girls at school, even some of the girls in the state home had "put out," as they called it. She was going to wait though. She knew that boys lost "respect for a girl once she had let him have his way with her.
She wasn't going to be that kind of a girl, no matter what had happened to her so far in her young life.
"I get to be first," Bud said, pounding down his fist on the dashboard.
"Hell, you were first the last time," one of the boys protested. It was a tall, lanky red-haired kid they called Rusty.
"And I'm going to be the first this time," Bud repeated, taking a swig out of the beer can that was being passed around the front seat of the car.
"After all, it's my car," he finished and handed the beer can to the next boy.
"Shit," Rusty said, slinging his long legs together. "I never get to have her first."
"I just get her loosened up for you boy," Bud said, slapping his friend on the arm. "Think of it that way."
"Shit," Rusty said, pouting. "She's all wet and sloppy by the time I get to stick it in."
"Better wet than dry," Bud said, "ain't nothin' like tryin" to fuck a dry pussy."
He laughed as though this were the greatest joke in the world and grabbed hold of Rusty's nuts and pinched them.
"Stop that, you fool," Rusty said, pushing Bud's hands away from his damaged groin.
The earful of boys were raring to go. Bud had managed to set up another date with Erline, the school punchboard. Hell, everybody in the school had had her. She was uglier than sin but she sure could throw a mean fuck
Erline's parents didn't know what she did. And they didn't care. They had always left the girl on her own. On Saturday nights they always drove into the big city nearby and went to a revival meeting. They would come home spouting hellfire and damnation and their teenage daughter would be sound asleep, fucked silly.
"Honk the horn," Rusty said "honk the damned horn. Let her know we're here."
Gus, the boy who was driving Bud's car, laid onto the horn and a bleat cut the quiet country air like a razor.
A girl with stringy brown hair and a half-opened blouse came bouncing out onto the porch of the little wood frame house they were nearing. She waved at the carload of horny boys and knew that she was in for a good banging.
"Hot damn," Rusty said looking at the huge knockers that were bouncing braless in Erline's blouse. "I'm getting hot already "
"Shit," Bud said, sliding his hand under his buddy's butt. "You're always hot."
He rammed a finger up the crack of Rusty's ass, goosing him hard through the fabric of his pants.
"Get your hand out of there, boy!"
"Maybe Erline will lick it clean for me," Bud said, pretending to have a fingerful of shit.
"Hell, she'd do anything you told her to, Bud," Rusty said, seriously. "That pig's plumb nuts about you."
Bud knew that it was true. Since the first time he had fucked Erline in the back of a pickup truck, she had been ready to do anything the young Truscott boy told her to.
"Suck Rusty's cock," he told her while they were driving through the shopping mall one night. "Go on, suck it."
Erline had given a giggle and a nervous look around to see if the police car was prowling about the deserted parking mall. She had reached over, unzipped the boy's pants and swallowed his cock in nothing flat. Bud had winked at his friend Rusty as they amazed boy sat there feeling his hardening cock being gobbled up by the girl whose face was buried in his crotch.
They pulled the car up in front of the porch and turned off the motor. Erline was hanging onto one of the upright posts, peering into the car to see if Bud was there.
"Hi Erline," a group of horny boys yelled from the depths of the car.
She waved vaguely, not able to make out the faces of the boys in the dusk and through the grime of the car window.
"Hi," she said, meekly, knowing that the gang of boys were getting their cocks hard as she stood twisting on the porch in front of them.
Erline knew that she wasn't pretty. She knew that the only reason the boys came out to see her was because she fucked them. They would much rather be with their snooty girlfriends. But Erline had something over those up-tight bitches on the cheerleader squad and all. She had fucked everyone of their boyfriends. Even the ones who had finally gotten around to putting out, Erline had had them first.
"Hi boys," Erline said, looking through the open window of the car and recognizing Gus at the wheel and tall red-haired Rusty. She knew they were all going to fuck her, but she was looking for her favorite.
"Come on out," one of the boys in the backseat called. "Come on out, Erline. I've got something hard for you."
There was a suppressed laugh from the back seat and the sound of a flat hand slapping flesh.
"You boys, behave," Erline said, squinting her eyes, trying to see who was in the car.
"Come on, Erline," another boy called. "Let's get something straight between us."
Another roar of laughter as the teenagers tried to out-clever each other with cliches.
Erline stepped down from the porch to the top step, still holding tightly to the newel post. She leered farther into the car and recognized a few more of the leering, horny faces.
"Looking for something?" a boy piped up.
"Is this it?"
Erline didn't even blanche as the boy stood up and thrust his cock through the window of the back seat. His pants were pulled down to his knees and his healthy young pecker was jutting out like an uncircumcised ramrod.
"Put that thing away, Sonny," Rusty said. "She don't want none of your cheesy dick till she's had Bud."
A light seemed to go on in Erline's stupid face at the mention of Bud's name.
"Is he here?" she asked, looking into the backseat and then into the front.
"Sure, he's here," Rusty said. "Come on over to my side of the car and I'll show you where he is."
Erline jumped off the wooden porch and scampered through the dusty driveway to the passenger side of the front of the car. Rusty had the window rolled all the way down and his cock was out of his pants. As Erline pushed her head through the open window, Rusty thrust his hips up from the seat of the car and rammed his dick into the girl's face.
"Suck it," he said, holding down on her head and slapping his hard dick against her closed mouth. "Suck that dick, you bitch."
Erline was struggling and wriggling, but she felt the hot meat of Rusty's cock against her lips and opened them. She took the head of the boy's cock into her mouth as she hung in through the car window.
The boys in the back jumped out of the back doors of the car and surrounded the girl, lifting her dress up, grabbing at her tits and pulling her buttons open. They were stripping her of her clothes as she sucked on Rusty's cock through the open car window. She half-heartedly beat at them with her hands but there were just too many of them and besides, she didn't want them to stop anyway.
At least they were paying attention to her, the only kind she had ever known. Rusty rammed his dick all the way into Erline's throat and felt his nuts give a clutch. He was ready to shoot his load already.
He grabbed hold of the fat girl's head and rammed it into his crotch, pumping his meat into her wet mouth, driving the shaft of his tool down her throat and emptying his nuts in her mouth.
She came up gasping for breath and saw Bud scrunched down in the seat beside Rusty.
"There you are," she grinned, cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
She managed to tear herself loose from the boys who were ripping at her clothes and tits and reached into the car and took hold of Bud, pulling him up in the seat.
"Come on, Bud," she said, trying to get him over Rusty and out of the car.
Bud was not struggling. He let her pull him towards the car door and opened it as she yanked him out of the car and grabbed his arm.
Erline ran across the open yard of the house to a clump of bushes to one side, her dress falling open in the balmy night. Bud was in tow and she was ready to get fucked.
The two disappeared into the clump of bushes and the other boys lined up to wait their turn.
Bud lay on his back on the soggy mattress Erline had dragged out to the bushes. He felt the hot breath of the ugly fat girl on his neck as she kissed his skin, unbuttoning his shirt and reaching inside to feel his strong, manly young chest.
"Do you like me, Bud?" she asked, licking his neck with her tongue. "Do you?"
"Sure," Bud said, hoping no one was near to hear him.
"Say it," she said, and she began to suck on one his hard nipples.
"Don't do that," Bud said, pushing her moist mouth away from his chest.
"Say you like me," Erline said, fumbling with the buckle on Bud's belt. She pulled the zipper down and then started fumbling with his jockey shorts, trying to get his prick free.
Bud raised his ass up from the damp mattress and felt his pants being pulled down, his cock and balls falling free into the night air.
"Sure," he said.
"Say it," she pleaded. "Say you like me."
Erline's fingers gripped Bud's hard, throbbing tool and she held it up in the moonlight looking down at the strong, straight staff of it as she leaned over him, her sagging tits brushing his naked belly.
"Alright," he said, looking around to see if any of the other boys were in earshot. He saw that they were all fucking around by the car drinking beer and goosing each other. As Erline's lips parted and she slid her hot, wet mouth down on the long shaft of Bud's cock, he whispered, "I like you."
CHAPTER THREE
Nancy sat in her assigned seat at assembly in the large auditorium of the high school. It was exciting for her. This was quite different from her life in the orphanage. She hoped that every thing would work out with the Truscotts and that she could stay in their foster home until she was eighteen and could do what she wanted.
"Hey, how about a date?" Nancy heard a voice whisper in her ear. She looked around and saw a greasy looking boy sitting behind her. He had his hand in his crotch and was rubbing the bulge in the front of his jeans.
Nancy blushed and turned around to face the stage where one of the teachers was giving some dull talk on some duller subject.
"Come on," the greasy kid persisted. "I got something you'd really like."
Nancy wished that she had a gun. She would have turned around and shot the supercilious little ass where he sat. Why did boys think their cocks were so damned important to girls, she wondered. They always thought that a girl would do anything for a crack at their wondrous meat.
Well, she had news for them. Every experience she had had so far (which wasn't much) she had to look back on with disgust.
Bud came into her room constantly and forced her to suck his big dick. It was blackmail, pure and simple.
Every morning, practically, she could count on hearing or feeling Bud beside her bed with his rock hard prick thrust out of the opening in his pajamas.
"Come on, Nancy," he would say quietly. "Suck it. Suck my cock."
Nancy would open her eyes and look at the long, thick prick that her step brother had at the ready.
Bud was always horny it seemed. Any hour of the day or night he might pull her to one side and tell her that he wanted it. But always in the morning. The boy seemed to have a definite problem come morning. He would wake up with a hard-on and lie in bed, stroking his porker until he was ready to shoot a hot load, then he would crawl out of bed and creep next door to where Nancy slept and wake her up.
These morning blow-jobs had become a ritual since school had started. Nearly every morning Bud was there waiting for her when she opened her eyes to meet the day.
"Hey, come on," the voice of the greasy boy behind her brought Nancy suddenly back to the reality of the auditorium. She turned in her seat again and looked over her shoulder at where the boy was sitting. He grinned revealing a number of broken or chipped yellow teeth in his mouth. Nancy smiled her sexiest at him and he took it as encouragement.
The greasy boy slid his hand up and down the bulge in his crotch, outlining the large head and shaft of his tumescent teenage tool.
"You like it?" the boy whispered, his eyes dropping to his groin.
Nancy nodded her head and smiled again
"You want to suck on it?" No, she shook her head. "You want it in your pussy?" Nancy shook her head violently. "In your ass-hole?" the boy was getting excited.
Nancy gave him a disgusted look.
"What do you want to do with it?" the boy asked, lasciviously.
Nancy leaned back over her seat.
In a very low voice, she whispered, but loud enough so that the boys on either side of the greasy kid could hear.
"Why don't you grease it up with spit, bend over real far and shove it where the moon don't shine?" Nancy said sweetly, then turned back to face the stage.
The greasy boy sat staring at the back of her blonde head for awhile trying to figure out what she had just said. He finally figured she had put him down and that dampened his spirits a bit.
Assembly was finally over. Nancy could not have told one word of whatever it was the teacher had been talking to them about, but it didn't matter, she wasn't being graded on it and there would be no tests on the subject matter.
She filed into line and joined the rest of the students who were headed for the line-up for buses to take them home.
Nancy's school was out in the country. It was the county school because the Truscotts lived in the suburbs. She would have preferred to have gone to the city school, but this country school had some advantages. There were shorter classes in the harvest and planting season because a lot of the boys were needed at home to help with the chores. It all sounded so rural, but actually the teenagers in Nancy's school were as sophisticated as any she had met anywhere. And she had been around.
Nancy had lived in five different cities in the last five years. Her early teenage years were a pastiche of changing "moms" and "dads" and various and sundry "sisters" and "brothers."
Bud was about the best of the lot. Nancy was getting used to the every morning blow-job and it was becoming enjoyable in a way.
She really kind of liked Bud. He was a nice guy, good looking and strong and he had a fun air about him. Nancy wished that he were really her brother, but things as they turned out were not all that bad
"Good talk," the girl who sat next to Nancy in the school bus said to her as she sat down.
"What?" Nancy asked thinking about Bud and his big dick.
"The assembly," the girl explained. "That was a good talk at the assembly."
"Oh," Nancy said. Her mind seemed to be a million miles away.
"Didn't you think so?"
"I didn't really pay any attention to it," Nancy confessed. " Somebody was bugging me.
The girl looked at Nancy's pretty blonde hair and her sparkling eyes. She was dressed very sexily today in a tight sweater and a simple skirt. She really looked hot.
Wanda, the girl who sat next to Nancy on the bus, admired the way Nancy looked. She was developing into quite a pretty young lady.
"What happened?" Wanda insisted.
"What?"
"In assembly," Wanda pushed on. "You said somebody was bugging you. Was it a boy?"
Not many boys bothered Wanda. And that bothered her.
It was not that she was ugly. Without her glasses and if she took time to comb and wash her hair, she would have been a passable looking teenage girl.
"Of course it was a boy," Nancy said, impatiently. "Aren't they always after you?"
"Sure," Wanda lied. She wished some of the boys were after her. Usually they just threw rocks at her and called her names.
"I wish they'd all have their dicks cut off," Nancy said. "Then they'd have to think about something else."
Wanda giggled. It was a terrible thought to her. She liked boys dicks and sneaked a peek at her older brothers whenever she could catch them in the bathroom or wherever.
"Don't say that!" Wanda gushed. "Then what would we do?"
Nancy took a good hard look at Wanda. She was beaming at her as though she were the fountain of knowledge. Nancy was not any older than Wanda, but she had apparently matured faster. Wanda was still a gawking teenager with thick glasses on and a lumpy figure.
"Come over and spend the night sometime and I'll show you," Nancy whispered to the awestruck teenager.
Wanda took a deep gulp and swallowed. She almost felt as though Nancy were propostitioning her. It was a strange feeling.
The school bus lurched to a stop and a couple of students noisily clambered down the aisle and got off the bus. Only a few more stops and Nancy would be home. She was looking forward to getting back to her room. It was the first time Nancy had really had a room all of her own.
The state orphanage had been the low point in her life thus far, but some of the other living arrangements that Nancy had had in her short life had not been all that great either.
In one house where she had been sent by the state, Nancy had had to sleep with both her step mother and step father in one big bed. It had been tight and close and she had felt constricted as she tried to sleep.
She had also felt the hard prick of her step father pushing up against her in the night, She had not lived there long. The state authorities had moved her to another home after about a month.
But Nancy still dreamed about that house sometimes. The man's name was Farney. Mr. Farney was a middle-aged man and he worked hard. He was trying to provide his wife with everything that he could, but there wasn't much he could do on the meager salary he earned at the factory where he worked.
They took in Nancy because the state gave them so much a week for food for her and lodging. The extra money came in handy and Nancy didn't eat that much, so they all got something out of it.
But Nancy had become aware of the horniness of the man almost from the first night that she had slept between him and his wife in the bed. It was dark and warm in the bed and she felt his hands creeping over her young body while Mrs. Farney snored obliviously on the far side of the bed.
Nancy felt the hardness of his dick pushing against her body as his fingers slid up under the nightie that she was wearing. Nancy lay perfectly still in the bed, trying to pretend that she was asleep.
She felt his rough hands touch her tender young flesh under the soft nightie that she was wearing. It was a wonderful nightie and she loved it. The soft, silky feel of it felt so wonderful on her delicate young skin.
Mr. Farney's fingers slid along the warmth of Nancy's thighs and he felt the alabaster smoothness of her baby flesh as he slithered his hands in the darkness, feeling the wonderful, silky flesh of a young girl, warm in his own bed.
Nancy did not understand what it was all about. She knew that he loved her, she could tell by the delicate, tender way the man was touching her that he did not mean her any harm, but she knew that there was something wrong about what they were doing. Something that he didn't want Mrs. Farney to know about. Because every night before he would begin his exploration of her young virgin body he would wait until he was sure that Mrs. Farney was sound asleep.
The bed they all slept in was larger than a double bed. There should have been room for all of them in it, but Nancy felt crowded, especially when Mr. Farney would slide over, his legs pushing against her own slender limbs and his hands would encircle her young body and pull her close to him.
His thick cock was pressed against her thighs and Nancy felt it throb as he rubbed his fingers into the hairless slit between her legs.
Nancy had often explored herself down there, but Mr. Farney was the first grown up who had ever played with her pussy. She liked the feeling, but she knew that it had to be a secret between just the two of them.
As Nancy lay in bed each night, she waited for the familiar sound of Mrs. Farney's snores and then she knew that Mr. Farney would slide over closer to her in the bed and slide his long, strong legs and arms around her and draw her close to him.
Mr. Farney's breath would get short and he would gasp as he felt the warmth and moistness of Nancy's young cunt. He would slide a finger along the pink entrance to her virgin honey pot and lavish in the soft delicateness of her unfucked cunt.
Nancy would spread her little legs farther apart, allowing him more freedom as he groped for the mysteries of her budding womanhood. Nancy loved the tentative feel of his touch as he explored her virginity. She would have liked to have watched what he was doing as well. It felt wonderful as Mr. Farney slipped a finger into her snatch and then rocked it slowly inside, feeling the tight, moist walls of her vagina close in around the knuckles on his finger and embrace them.
Nancy felt something happening inside her own body also. Warmth and fullness seemed to be coming from deep within her vaginal canal. She loved the feeling and it made her tingle when Mr. Farney would slide his finger in and then pull it out and then slide it in again.
She could feel the rock hardness of his cock as he lay beside her in the bed. His wife slept soundly on the other: side of Nancy and did not wake up as her husband and the young blonde orphan girl experimented in the night.
"This is your stop," Wanda's voice suddenly startled Nancy back to reality.
Nancy gathered her school books up and prepared to disembark.
"Did you mean it about me coming over to spend the night?" Wanda asked, hopefully.
"Sure," Nancy said. "Let me ask Mr. and Mrs. Truscott if it would be alright. I'm sure it will be."
The Truscotts were more like a family than any people Nancy had ever lived with. They really seemed to care for her and they had enough money so that she was not a burden on them.
"Let me know tomorrow," Wanda smiled, worshipping Nancy.
"Right," Nancy said and she left the school bus and walked across the street to the Truscott yard.
She waved to Wanda who was still sitting by the window in the bus as it roared past.
Nancy watched the bus disappear down the street. She held her books across her growing breasts and pressed the hard bindings of the books into her tender, pliant flesh.
She did not know that she was being watched also.
From an upper window in the Truscott house, Mr. Truscott was peering from behind the curtains in the bedroom. He watched Nancy as she slowly swayed her young teenage body back and forth, clutching her books. The plaid skirt that she was wearing swayed with the rhythm of her body as she dawdled in the yard.
Truscott's cock was growing hard as he watched the sexy young girl turn and slowly walk up the sidewalk to the house. She was a hot little fox and she really turned Brad Truscott on.
He didn't know how to react to these feelings. He knew that it was wrong. He knew that he was not supposed to feel carnal desire for his adopted foster daughter who was not even eighteen. It was just wrong, everything in his upbringing told him it was wrong. But his cock was getting stiffer with each step she took towards the house.
Brad reached down between his legs and felt the thick staff of his manhood and rubbed along the length of it.
Shit, he thought to himself, I'd really like to stick it to her just once. Just once would I like to give that little girl a thrill. To let her know what a real man's cock feels like in that tight little virgin pussy of hers.
Then she'd never be satisfied with any of these teenage punks. She'd want a real man to fuck her from then on.
That's what Brad Truscott was thinking when Nancy walked into the house and put down her school books on the hall table.
"Mrs. Truscott?" Nancy called into the house. She didn't know if her foster mother was at home or not. She was usually in the kitchen when Nancy got home from school but there didn't seem to be any sound coming from there. Not the familiar hum of the osterizer where Mrs. Truscott made wonderful vegetable juice concoctions, not the sound of the radio that Mrs. Truscott always played when she was cooking. No sound at all.
Nancy walked to the steps leading up to the bedrooms.
"Mrs. Truscott!" she called again. No answer.
Nancy figured that the nice lady must be out at the supermarket or at one of her club meetings.
Mrs. Truscott belonged to a number of community groups and frequently went to afternoon gatherings with the other civic-minded ladies in the small town.
Brad Truscott felt trapped. He had slipped home early from the office to pick up some papers that he had left there. He was going away on a business trip for a few days and needed the reports that he had left at home. He really should be at the airport by now. But he could always catch a later plane. He didn't have to be in Chicago until early the next morning.
But he felt trapped.
His cock was raging hard and there was no one but himself and Nancy in the house. He couldn't very well walk out of the bedroom and peer down at her from the top of the steps with his dick raging hard as it was.
He tried to think of something that would bring his hard-on down, but it just seemed to get stiffer the longer he stood there.
By now he should have answered Nancy and let her know that he was there. It was the sensible thing to do and he felt like a burglar hiding in his own house.
He heard Nancy's footsteps as she began to ascend the stairs. She was coming up to the second floor!
Brad Truscott froze where he was. His cock was rampantly hard and Nancy was coming up the stairs.
What if she decided to come into the Truscott's bedroom for something? She would catch him there with his cock hard. He had been watching her in the yard and that is why his dick was hard. But would she know that? Could she read his thoughts that he would like to plunge his ten inch dick into the young girl's virgin cunt and fuck her silly on this warm fall afternoon?
Nancy opened the door of her own room, the first room that she had ever had of her very own and began to slip off her school clothes.
Brad Truscott could hear her as she dropped her shoes in the room next door to the one where he was hiding. First one, then the other. Then he could imagine her slipping the tight sweater off over her head, her young budding breasts straining at the bra that confined them and pulling off the sweater, tossing her long blonde hair as she disentangled herself from the angora and folding it and putting it in the bureau drawer.
Next would be the skirt. She would unzip it and slide the zipper down, then allow the skirt to fall to the floor as she stepped out of it. Nancy was the neat type and would then hang her skirt in the closet, walking over the short distance to it in her bra and half-slip.
Then she would grip the elastic waistband of the half-slip and slide it down her voluptuous young hips and step out of it.
The white lacy panties that she wore barely hid the soft golden glow of her dainty pubic patch as Nancy walked to the bureau to pull out a lower drawer and look for a pair of jeans.
She bent over and her rounded young butt was thrust upwards as she pawed through the Calvin Klein's, the Jordache, all the wonderful designer jeans that Mrs. Truscott had picked out for her on their pre-school shopping spree.
Nancy selected a pair that really fit her beautifully. The lines of the jeans neatly outlined the round, firm buns of her ass and she snapped the button shut on them and felt the tight-fitting fabric as she ran her hands over her own buttocks.
Nancy turned sideways and took a long look at herself in the mirror. Her tight little tits were pushing out the white bra and her ass stuck out behind her as the fabric of the denim jeans made love to her flesh.
"Hi, are you alone?"
The voice was like a shot.
Nancy whirled to the sound of it, her arms automatically covering her breasts as she did so.
"Oh, hi," Nancy said, surprised to find Mr. Truscott standing in the doorway of her bedroom. How long had he been there? she wondered to herself as she tried unsuccessfully to completely hide her half naked. breasts from him.
"I have to go away on business for a few days," he explained. "I came home to get some papers I need I have to get to the airport to catch a plane."
"Oh," Nancy commented. "You don't have to explain to me."
He felt it was necessary to justify his presence in his own house to this teenage girl. Perhaps it was feeling guilty about his hard cock that was throbbing in his pants as he lounged in the doorway looking at the hot body of the young girl who was alone in the house with him.
Nancy turned from Mr. Truscott, her arms still covering her nakedness. She opened a drawer as best she could and fumbled among the garments for a shirt or sweater to pull on.
She could see Mr. Truscott in the mirror over the dresser. He was watching her hot ass as she bent over to select a sweater. His face was drawn and his eyes set. He was staring at the outline of her buttocks in the tight jeans that she was wearing.
Nancy knew that look on men's faces. She had seen it for a couple of years now. Ever since her young girl's body had started to grow into that of a healthy young woman.
Finally, Nancy found a white sweat shirt and slipped it on over her head. She pulled it town and fluffed out the bottom of it.
She turned to Mr. Truscott again and smiled.
"Would you like to ride out to the airport with me?" he asked.
Nancy smiled at him. That was nice of him, she thought. It might be an interesting ride.
"Sure," she said. "Let me slip on some shoes.
"I don't think this is barefoot time."
Mr. Truscott grinned. Nancy was still very much the young girl, although she was rapidly growing into a young woman.
"I'll get my things," Mr. Truscott said, turning to hide his hard-on from Nancy.
She caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, however. She wondered if his cock was as big as Bud's or bigger.
The thought of Mr. Truscott coming to her in the same way that Bud did each morning was thrilling to Nancy. It would be interesting to wake up some morning and find her step father standing there, his thick cock jutting out of his open fly waiting for a blow-job.
Nancy glanced in the mirror and gave her long blonde hair a few strokes with the brush. She was ready.
"Shall we?" Mr. Truscott asked. He was standing at her bedroom door with a brief case and a small weekend suitcase.
"Ready when you are, C.B." Nancy grinned. She followed Mr. Truscott down the stairs and they were soon seated in the car, heading down the driveway to go to the airport.
"How long will you be gone?" Nancy sweetly asked as they maneuvered their way through the traffic.
"Till Sunday," Mr. Truscott said, glancing over at the sexy young blonde teenager who was seated beside him in the car.
"Wish I could go with you," she smiled.
Mr. Truscott turned to look at Nancy more closely. Was she coming on to him?
It was a wild idea, but he would love to fly her to Chicago and check into a nice hotel and fuck the living daylights out of the hot little teenage nymph for the weekend. That would be wild.
He could see it all now.
They would arrive at the hotel and check in.
He would have to take two rooms and pass her off as his daughter. They could have adjoining rooms with a bathroom in between.
No way could he pass her off as his wife. She was just too fucking young.
As they drove to the airport, Brad Truscott could feel his dick harden at the thoughts that were flashing through his mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
Erline lay in her grubby bed, her fingers rammed deep into her hot pussy, thinking about Bud and all the other boys who had fucked her.
Frantically the girl thrust her fingers inside the lush membranes of her well-fucked cunt. She was hot and ready for more action. Nothing could seem to satisfy her. Not even Bud. And he came the closest.
She had always had a thing for the boy. Ever since they were both kids together. Bud was something special to Erline and she often thought about him when she was letting some other guy bang her.
Erline didn't mind putting out for the boys in school. It got her attention and affection and although it ruined her reputation with the other girls, she figured that they wouldn't have had much to do with her anyway.
Her parents were weird. They were always going to some church meeting and didn't socialize with the other parents of the school kids that Erline went to school with. There would not be many parties and dances for her anyway, so she might as well get all the fucking she could out of her high school days. They wouldn't last forever.
Erline lay on her bed, listening for the sound of a car to drive up in the dirt path that led to the house. Nearly every night a carload of horny teenage boys would drive up in front of the house and call her name. Erline would slip out to meet them and they would go off somewhere and she would get her pussy full of hot young teenage meat.
Teenage boys were always horny. Erline knew that. She could get a good ramming anytime she wanted. All she had had to do was let it get around that she put out and they were lined up.
One morning, she had been waiting for the school bus to pick her up at the end of the lane that led up to the house. It was a warm morning, still October and she was only wearing a light sweater over her blouse and skirt.
A car had rammed around the curve in the road and Erline could hear the radio blaring as the car screeched to a halt in front of her.
"Hey, Erline," one of the boys in the car called through the open window. "Want to have a party this morning?"
Erline was shocked. It was not even eight o'clock in the morning and the car full of boys was drunk. They all had open beer cans and they were sloshing it down their greedy little throats as they careened around the country side.
"You'll all get expelled from school," Erline had said.
"Bull shit," one of the boys said. "It's my birthday. And this is my party."
Erline liked the boy who said it was his birthday. He was a cute red-haired boy named Rusty and she had let him fuck her a few times. He had a really nice cock and he knew how to use it. He didn't just pump it into her and shoot off his load like a lot of the boys did. She could feel that he really liked cunt and knew how to appreciate it.
"Happy birthday, Rusty," Erline said, relenting her attitude a bit.
"Where's my present?" Rusty demanded. He was quite drunk. Had probably started celebrating his birthday on the stroke of midnight the night before.
"Well ... " she stammered.
"If you don't have a present for me, I get to fuck you," Rusty said, a drunken slur coloring his words.
That was jut fine with Erline. She wouldn't mind at all giving Rusty a birthday fuck.
Or any other kind for that matter.
"Come on, Erline," one of the boys urged, opening a door to the car. "Go with us. It's Rusty's birthday. You gotta give him a piece for his birthday."
Erline looked over her shoulder to make sure that her parents were not watching this little scene down by the road. They would give her holy hell if they caught her getting into a car with a bunch of drunken teenage boys at eight o'clock in the morning.
"Let's go," Erline said, sliding down in the back seat of the car next to Rusty. The door was slammed shut and a cloud of dust covered the zooming auto as the party headed out into the open countryside, away from the school where they were all supposedly headed.
Erline felt Rusty's hot mouth on her neck. He was reaching for her tits inside her blouse and fumbling with the buttons as he began to kiss her on the neck.
"Let me have some tittie," he said, sounding like a spoiled little boy. "Want some tittie."
Erline was flushing red. She loved the feel of a horny boy's hands on her body, but she knew that the whole earful would be watching as Rusty pulled her blouse open and reached inside her bra, cupping her full, pliant tits in his hot hands.
"Behave," she said, half pretending to push him away.
"Let me have some too," George Benson said. He was sitting on the other side of Erline in the back seat of the car. She was in the middle between Rusty and George.
George slipped his hand up her skirt and felt the warmth and smoothness of Erline's thigh beneath her skirt. He. rammed his hand up farther and felt the full mound of her crotch under the skimpy panties that she was wearing.
Erline had to catch her breath.
Both boys were really going at it. Rusty had his hand inside her bra and was pinching and twisting her nipple as George felt the hot bush of her pussy between her legs.
"Want a beer, Erline?" one of the kids in the front seat asked, holding a full can of beer over the back seat.
"Sure," she said. "Why the fuck not?"
Erline knew that she was going to get the bejesus fucked out of her this morning, she might as well have a party and get drunk along with the rest of them. It was Rusty's birthday, after all.
"Let's go on out to the old pond," T someone suggested. There was general assent to the idea and Erline knew that's where they would head.
The pond, as it was called, was a dirty pool of water deep in a wooded area that was on an abandoned farm. It had been used as a watering hole for cattle when the farm was inhabited, but had long since been deserted and was used now mainly for skinny dipping and clandestine fucking parties, like the one she found herself in the middle of this morning.
"Feel my cock," Rusty said, pulling down the zipper on his pants. "Put your hand on it."
Erline watched as the boy pulled his hard dick out of the opening of his pants. It was a good sized cock and she loved the feel of hard cockmeat in her hand.
Erline gripped the boy's porker and began to stroke on it, while she took a long swig of the beer that she had accepted from the boy in the front seat.
George was pulling at the elastic band of her panties, trying to pull them down.
Erline pushed herself up from the car seat and felt the sliding panties being pulled down her thighs and to her knees and then down her legs and off. George put the panties in his hip pocket and pushed Erline's skirt up so that he could see the thick bush between her legs.
"That's some pussy, girl," George said, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as Erline spread for him. Letting the boys in the back seat do what they wanted, the boys in the front were getting horny watching.
"That's a real fucking gash," one of the tow-headed boys in front said, leering over the seat at Erline's spread-out pussy lips.
George was fingering her twat as he pushed her skirt up, revealing the mysteries of her womanhood to the horny boys who were watching.
Rusty slid down, letting Erline take full charge of his cock as he watched the country roads whiz past outside the car window. He knew that she knew what to do with a cock. She had sucked him off and he had fucked her many times before. This was as good a way as any to celebrate his birthday, he thought. Rusty loved the way Erline caressed his cock with her hands and slid her fingers up and down the shaft of it, milking it as he hunched his hips upwards from the backseat of the car.
George parted the lips of her cunt and felt the wet, smoothness of her cunt lips as his fingers slipped inside. Erline pushed against the intrusion of his fingers, feeling the hardness of his knuckles and nails slide inside her hot box.
Her cream was flowing.
The feel of a man's probing fingers inside her snatch drove Erline wild. She loved to have boys and men poke around inside her hot vagina. She knew that they were loving it and she was too. She loved the way their fingers would brush her clit, bringing it to stiffness as they sought to enter the darker, deeper recesses of her hot pussy.
Erline spread out her legs, letting George probe deep, deep into her pussy.
"Suck it," Rusty whispered. "Suck my cock."
He put a hand on Erline's head and shoved. He was forcing her to bend over and take his cock in her mouth as she fumbled, trying to make room in the back seat.
Erline handed the beer can back to the boy in the front seat and slid sideways on the car seat. George dropped to the floor of the backseat and raised her skirt up, exposing her naked butt and crotch to the eyes of the boys who were leaning over the back of the front seat, trying to see what was going on in the back.
Erline opened her mouth and stuck her pink tongue out between her wet lips. Rusty thrust his hips upwards to meet her searching tongue and he felt the warm, moist tip of her tongue brush the hard head of his thick dick. He gave a deep sigh and felt Erline's lips part and take his dick head into the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she began to suck on his raging member.
"Suck it," one of the boys in front said, gripping his own cock through his pants. "Suck his dick."
Erline loved to suck cock. She loved the feel of a boy's hard, thick cock ramming into her mouth and down her throat. She loved Rusty's hardy, thick meat as he pumped it upwards, driving it past her teeth and into the dark softness of her mouth.
"That's it, Erline," one of the boys goaded her on. "Take it. Take his whole fucking dick into your mouth, girl. Suck it up. Suck that cock."
Erline took a deep breath and felt the head of Rusty's prick ram into the darkness of her throat. She was taking it all the way down to the balls. She was swallowing his prick as the teenage car full of horny boys headed into the country for a morning bang before school.
"Lick his nuts," one of the boys urged. "Lick his fucking nuts."
Rusty was pumping his prick into Erline's mouth and George was spreading her pussy lips wide as he rammed his fingers into her hot, young cunt. She was really going to town on Rusty, sucking his whole thick dick down her throat as she pulled his belt open and began to slide his jeans down, releasing his big sack of nuts.
Rusty's balls plopped onto the seat of the car as Erline pulled his pants down, the soft red hair that caressed them began to glisten with the saliva that trickled from her lips and ran down the valley of desire into his pubic patch.
Jerry, the tow-headed boy in the front seat, pulled down his zipper and flopped his skinny cock out. It was long, but thin and Jerry gripped his meat and began to pump it furiously as Erline gobbled up Rusty's pecker and George fingered out her twat.
"Look at that girl go," Jerry said, watching the vacuum cleaner action of Erline's mouth on Rusty's meat. She was sucking it up all the way and letting her tongue rim the sack of balls that hung below the boy's well formed equipment.
Roger, the boy who was driving the car, was going crazy. His peter was hard as a fence post and there was nothing he could do about it. He craned his neck trying to see into the backseat where the action was and all he caught was the top of Erline's bobbing head as she bounced up and down, taking Rusty's prick into her mouth, sucking on the boy's cock and licking his balls with the tip of her tongue.
George had her legs spread wide apart and was thrusting his fingers into the tight, wet snatch as Erline squirmed on the car seat, sucking off Rusty.
"Go to it, George," Jerry said, enjoying the sight of the girl's pussy being stretched open by the eager fingers of his young school mate. The other boy in the front seat, Carl, was watching all the action and his cock was throbbing as he sucked on a beer can. He knew that they would all get a crack at Erline when they got to the pond and he could wait. He didn't feel like jerking off in a car while he watched two other guys get it on with the slut in the backseat, he could wait until he got her to the pond.
Carl had plans for Erline at the pond.
When the other guys had tired of gang-fucking her, he would drag her off to one side and lay her down on the grass. She would be good and loose then and hot. It would be his chance to do whatever he wanted to do to her.
Carl was the quiet type, but "still waters run deep," as they say. Carl had a few things in mind for Erline that would take some loosening up. He planned to see just how much she could take up that hot, well fucked pussy of hers. She had taken on as many as twelve guys in a night, he knew of. He had been one of them one night when they all went out to the farm and picked up old Erline. She had serviced them all.
That's when Carl had gotten the idea.
If she could take twelve cocks one after the other that way, why couldn't she take more than one at a time. Now Carl had a big dick, thick as his own fist and that is what had given him the idea. If she could take the thick head of his cock and all those other boys' cocks, why couldn't she take his fist and part of his arm while she was at it?
Carl watched over his shoulder as George pried open the hot lips of Erline's snatch, ramming his fingers in deep and hard, feeling the clutching of the girl's soft, inner pussy mouth as he inserted two then three fingers in there and spread her open.
She would be really hot and ready to fuck by the time they got to the pond and they were almost there.
"Take it," Rusty moaned. "Take my load, Erline. I'm gonna shoot, damn it. I'm gonna shoot my wad."
Rusty closed his eyes and rammed his ass upwards from the car seat. He felt Erline's hot, wet tongue lashing and licking at his dick and his nuts as he plowed it into her, filling her thick throat with his meat, driving his dick down, down her gullet, and spilling his man-seed into Erline's hot gobbling mouth.
"Suck it, girl," Jerry encouraged. "Suck that cock. Suck it all up."
Erline gulped, swallowing the hot wads of boy cum that were spurting into her throat and nearly gagging, but she was determined to take it all, the whole fucking load of this boy's red hot young cum.
She sucked on his balls as he spent his meat in her mouth and then pulled back, letting the softening cock flop onto Rusty's naked belly as he relaxed in the back seat of the car.
Erline was gasping as she let go of Rusty's prick and sat back in the car seat. George was crouched on the floor of the car and she lay back and spread her thighs, letting him get a better crack at her snatch as he manipulated his fingers in and out. His cock was raging hard in his pants as he thrust three fingers deep into the girl's snatch, fingering her stiff clit and bringing her to a frenzy of teenage lust.
"Fuck that pussy," Jerry encouraged. "Fuck that hot cunt."
Jerry was pulling on his bean pole as Carl slowly sipped his beer, his cock resting hot and ready in his crotch. Roger guided the car into the lane that led to the pond and pulled into the hidden seclusion of the trees that would cover them from observation by any passing motorists in this deserted setting.
Erline was groaning and writhing, pulling her blouse open and exposing her tits as George rammed his fingers into her twat, feeling the hot rush of girl cum that was flooding out to cover and soak his hand as he fucked her in the back seat.
"Save some of that pussy," Roger shouted. "I gotta get my rocks off."
"Erline's got plenty of pussy," George said, huskily, ramming a few inches of finger into the girls aching box.
"Pussy pussy, pussy," Erline moaned, wriggling her hips as she pinched her nipples and brought the red tips of her tits to hard erection.
Erline loved fucking, she couldn't get enough of it. There was not enough cock in the world to satisfy this girl and she was going to have her hands and her pussy full before the morning was over.
The car grinded to a halt by a clump of bushes and Roger gratefully turned off the ignition and turned in the car seat to see just what the fuck was happening in the backseat of his car. Rusty was lolling there, his half-hard prick dripping a last few drops of cum from the swollen red head of his meat, his pants down around his knees.
George was kneeling on the floor of the car, his fingers ramming in and out of Erline's hot, wet snatch as she writhed and wriggled on the car seat, her pussy aflame with the heat of the action.
"Let's get out of the car," Roger said, opening the door on his side Carl popped the handle on his side and slung his legs out. Jerry was hot to trot and just jumped out of the car, his skinny pecker thrust through the opening in his fly.
The boys opened the back seat doors of the car and looked in. George was sliding his fingers into the girl's snatch as she lay back against the car seat, her legs spread wide.
"Get her out here," Carl said, quietly. "Get that cunt out here so I can ram it to her."
He reached down and unzipped his pants. His thick-headed cock plopped out and he stroked it, wondering how much of his fist he could get into the girl's snatch after they had all fucked her.
Jerry began pulling on Erline's arm, dragging her to the side of the car as George let his fingers slip out of her pussy. He helped her out of the car and they all stumbled over towards the pond.
Erline was half undressed already and it didn't take her any time to get the rest of her disheveled garments loose and off. She lay down on the grassy meadow beside the pond with just her sneakers and socks on. Her bra was ripped from her tits as the three boys jumped her, dragging her to the ground as they reached for different parts of her body.
Jerry couldn't wait to get his hands on those big knockers of hers. Erline had a really hot set of tits and little skinny Jerry just loved to play with the big pulpy melons that sloshed around on Erline's chest as he cupped them in his hands and pushed and pulled on them.
George was kneeling now, his cock was at the parted lips of the girl and he was ready to shove his meat into her mouth.
Erline let out a long, low moan and opened her mouth wide. George took advantage of the moment and shoved his thick cockmeat into the girl's already well fucked mouth. He could almost feel the slime of Rusty's cum in her throat as he slid his own prick into the girl's hot, eager, sucking mouth.
She deep throated him as he pumped his prick into her face, rocking back and forth and really driving it in deep. He could feel the super charge raring in his nuts, ready to shoot off and slap her in the gut with another hot load of young man cum.
Carl was positioned between her legs. He had spread her wide out on the grassy ground and had his cock pulled all the way out. He leaned forward, holding the thick shaft of his meat in his hand as he guided the head between the swollen, outspread open pussy lips of the hot girl on the ground.
Jerry was really going to town on her tits, sucking them and biting the nipples as he played with his own cock and drove Erline wild with the action on her breasts.
Carl rammed his dick into her cunt and Erline gave a muffled gasp as she felt the tremendous shaft of cock meat slam into her pussy and begin to fuck. God, the guy was fucking her, she thought as George slapped her in the face with his nuts as he shoved his prick down her throat.
Erline was being filled with cockmeat both from Carl and from George. They were fucking her mouth and her pussy as skinny Jerry sucked her tits.
Erline groaned in ecstasy, feeling the thrusting, belting cocks ram into her body. She loved it. Cock, cock, cock that's what drove her wild cock and more cock. the girl could not get enough.
Rusty crawled out of the car, clutching his pants as he stood up. He saw the trio of studs banging away on Erline over by the pond and stretched his legs. He had to take a piss.
Rusty ambled over to where the three guys were working on Erline. He watched as Carl slid his thick meat into her pussy hole and George rammed his dick down her throat. Little Jerry was nibbling at her nipples and pushing her tits around like they were balls of mush, feeling the great weight of her hot sacks of tit flesh.
George let out a gasp and rammed his ass forward. Rusty knew that he was shooting his load into Erline's mouth. She reached up and grabbed hold of his belt, pulling him to her, taking all of his hot load as Carl rammed his meat into her pussy, fucking her wildly as she gobbled up a second load of cum.
George pulled back, his cock flopping, still hard and Erline lay down on the ground, trying to catch her breath as Jerry continued to work on her tits and Carl pumped his prick into her eager, sweating snatch.
"Move out of the way, George," Rusty said, striding over to where George was panting, his dick dripping cum.
George moved over a little and Rusty took his place. He stood just by Erline's head and grabbed hold of his cock.
The girl turned her head and opened her eyes. She could see the tall redhead standing there beside her his cock in his hand. Carl was pumping his meat into her pussy and the skinny kid was really gobbling up her tits.
She gasped for breath, opening her mouth to breathe.
Rusty let go and shot a hot stream of piss at her open mouth.
"Drink it," Rusty said. "Drink my piss, you scummy slut. Drink it all up."
Erline opened her mouth and let Rusty drive his piss stream onto her tongue. She licked and lapped at the fluid that was shooting from his cock as Carl rammed his meat into her pussy, driving it deep and hard.
Rusty grinned as Erline drank his piss and Carl fucked her wildly.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Would you like to have some fresh strawberry preserves?" Mrs. Truscott asked Nancy as she looked across the breakfast table from the young girl who was in her charge.
"Yes, please," Nancy smiled at her foster mother. She really felt warm and secure with this family even though it was getting complicated.
Mrs. Truscott lifted the pot from the table and unscrewed the lid. She had bought the strawberry preserves at the county fair mall at the shopping center just the day before. It was something they were beginning at the suburban mall and it brought back a touch of the "good old days." It was fun, too.
Nancy had not told anyone, nor had she even thought about what had happened on the ride out to the airport the other day with Mr. Truscott. Nothing really had happened, but she was still disturbed by the whole thing.
Nancy and Mr. Truscott had left the house and headed into the late afternoon traffic. It was not heavy, but he had to keep his mind on the road while she had a chance to observe the handsome older man who was in the eyes of the law her guardian.
Mr. Truscott was in his mid-forties, a handsome, well-built man. She liked the clean, raw smell of him as he sat in the car seat close to her. She apprised his muscular form under the business suit that he was wearing and did not find him wanting.
Nancy was frequently attracted to teachers in school, male teachers. And had more than once gotten a "crush" on an English teacher or a math instructor. All school girls go through this stage and Nancy was no exception. She was an average, healthy American teenager and her pussy was on fire.
There was something about the presence of an older man so close to her in the privacy of the car that was bringing wild and crazy thoughts to Nancy's virgin mind. She wondered about the huge bulge in Mr. Truscott's crotch. She knew the size of Bud's cock, knew it well, from the frequent blow-jobs she was forced to administer to this man's son this man who was so close to her now so close she could almost reach out and touch his strong, thickly muscled body with her trembling hand.
But she didn't dare. She didn't dare reach over and let her hand rest on the leg just above the knee the way she wanted to. But she could imagine how it would feel. She could just feel the way his strong, muscular leg would respond when she put her tentative hand on it.
Mr. Truscott would turn to her and look down at the hand that rested on his leg and grin at Nancy, he would slide his body down slightly in the seat and grin approvingly. She would then slip her hand upwards on his muscular thigh as he spread his legs apart and grab hold of the thick bulge of cockmeat that was protruding from the tight fitting suit pants in his crotch.
Nancy could just feel the great length of his manly dick as she closed her young fingers around the shaft of it. She could feel the tension in Mr. Truscott's body as he felt the young girl manipulate his meat through the restrictions of his clothing.
"Take it out, Nancy," he would say to her. "Take my cock out and play with it."
Nancy would reach over with her other hand and take hold of the zipper on Mr. Truscott's pants. She would slide it down, feeling the strain of his body as he maneuvered to assist her in letting his prick loose from the folds of fabric where it was trapped.
Nancy would finally pop the top button on his pants and grab his shorts and pants in one grasp and pull them down as he let his ass up from the car seat to allow her to slide his pants down his legs while he drove through the late afternoon traffic on the freeway.
The other cars were oblivious to what was happening as the teenage girl and her step father drove out of town, towards the airport at the edge of the city.
"That's it," Mr. Truscott would say as Nancy had his cock and balls exposed now. He would relax, his hands on the wheel, driving them to their destination as she cupped his balls with one hand and gripped the stalk of his meat pole with the other.
Nancy knew that Mr. Truscott's dick would be bigger than Bud's. He would have a full man's cock, not a thick teenage whang like his son. His cock would be full bodied and full blooded. It would be standing straight up from his bushy crotch and Nancy would take charge of it, peeling back the foreskin and revealing the hefty head of his dick.
"Kiss, it," he would say. "Kiss daddy's dick."
Nancy loved the sound of those words. She longed to lean over and press her warm pink lips against the head of this man's cock. She thought of him as her own father now, he was the best foster father she had ever had and she longed to touch the tip of her rosy tongue to the hard, thick head of his cock and lick it.
She could almost taste the sweet pre-cum that would drip from the head of the man's cock as she leaned over in the front of the car seat and held his stiff meat upright, ready to lick it clean.
She thrust her lips forward and brushed them lightly against the head of his cock.
Nancy could feel the stirrings in her own pussy as she looked over at where Mr. Truscott was seated and imagined all of this. She imagined taking the head of his thick dick in her mouth and beginning to suck on it, feeling the manly thrusts of his loins as he rammed his hips upwards, driving his thick prick into her mouth.
Nancy could almost feel the hot cream in her own pussy beginning to flow as she thought of what it would be like to suck off the man who was driving her to the airport.
She would feel the weight of his great balls as he spread his legs out, letting her slide her mouth down on his prick, sucking on him as they drove through the traffic on the way to the airport.
Nancy longed to reach out and grip hold of the thick cock that was only inches from her hand as they turned onto the road that led to the airport.
"I'll be back Sunday afternoon," Mr. Truscott said. "Tell Ellen I'll call her tonight from Chicago," Mr. Truscott said to Nancy as they stepped out of the car at the airport.
"Okay," she said.
"Here are the keys to the car," Mr. Truscott said. "Drive carefully."
He kissed Nancy lightly on the cheek and headed into the small hut that served as an air terminal.
Nancy weighed the car keys in her hand. She had never had the use of a car all of her own before. She had been trained in school to drive and had her certificate, but she thought this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
Although she was only supposed to drive the car back to the house, she was going to do it alone. It really made her feel like a grown up woman.
Nancy stayed at the airport until she saw the small plane that carried Mr. Truscott circle the runway and take off. He was gone now and all she would have would be her fantasies for the whole weekend. She wondered really what it would be like to suck the man's cock.
Ellen Truscott lay down on the bed in the room she shared with her husband Brad. It had been a long hard day and she was tired. She had forgotten that Brad had this weekend trip to go to Chicago, but she was just as glad when she got home and found his briefcase and overnight case gone from the closet.
They had been married nearly twenty years now and it had been wonderful. But she missed the times when she had been a single gal out on her own, chasing all the young men away. Ellen was still a handsome woman, just in her early forties and she had kept her body in good shape.
Ellen reached up under her slip and felt the tight, firm thighs that were stretched languorously on the bed. She loved the feel of her smooth, satin skin and enjoyed the touch of her own body.
The late afternoon sun pierced the Venetian blinds on the window and threw knives of gold across the woman who lay on the bed, feeling the lusty desires of her own body.
Ellen had dark hair that framed her face like a madonna. It fell in soft folds around her strong, but feminine features. Her eyes always seemed to be smiling and she had a truly voluptuous mouth.
Ellen felt the heat in her loins as she slid her hands up under the silky slip that she was wearing. Her pussy was itching and there was no way she was going to get it filled until Brad got back on Sunday unless ...
But she didn't dare think of that.
She hadn't ever cheated on Brad. Not ever in their nearly twenty years of marriage. She had never let another man touch her soft, creamy thighs or run his lips over her succulent full breasts not in all that time. She was faithful to her husband and she knew (or at least ) thought that he had been faithful to her.
She thought back over the years. Brad had not often taken business trips, but the last couple of years they had become more frequent, sometimes lasting as long as a week. She always wondered what happened in those strange cities when he was away from her. Did he find a strange piece of tail when he was on his own and just never tell her about it? Did he fool around? She would never know. :
As Ellen stretched her long, languorous legs out she felt the warmth of her cunt steaming up. She had do to something about it, otherwise she'd never make it through the weekend.
This was Friday night. That meant tonight, tomorrow night and all day Sunday before she would feel the familiar and loving thrust of Brad's hot dick inside her aching pussy hole. She hoped she could hold out that long.
Ellen had always enjoyed sex. She was not like those women who did it because their husband's wanted it. She had always wanted it as much as Brad did more so sometimes. Ellen Truscott knew the joy of having her pussy filled with a thick, manly cock. She knew the secret ways to please a man and to please herself at the same time.
There were little tricks that she had learned to make the man's cock rub against her hot clitoris in just the right way to bring herself to instant stimulation. She loved the way a man's balls felt as he slid his dick all the way into her pussy and she spread out her legs wide to allow him the deepest penetration possible.
She loved the way the sack of nuts felt as they lightly brushed the crack of her ass as she raised her legs up to encircle the man's back, holding him tightly against her body as she rammed her ass upwards, taking the long, driving thrusts of his man tool deep, deep inside her eager, hungry pussy.
Ellen moaned and groaned on the bed as she fingered her clit, thinking about how wonderful it would be if Brad were here right now, driving his ten inch piece of meat into her hot, steaming love box.
Ellen gripped hold of her clit with her fingers as she pushed her panties aside, ramming her searching fingers into the wet, hot channel of her womanly desire.
"Mom, are you home?"
The voice was like an electric bolt into her brain.
Bud!
He mustn't catch me like this, Ellen thought. She quickly slid her feet over the edge of the bed and straightened out her clothes. She reached for her robe that was lying on the foot of the bed and struggled into it.
"I'm upstairs," she called as she heard the heavy lumbering of Bud's teenage feet on the steps.
"Hi," Bud said, his face breaking into a grin as he spotted his pretty mom seated on the bed in her bedroom.
"Your father has gone to Chicago for the weekend," she said. "I don't know where Nancy has gotten to."
"She'll be around," Bud said. "It's nice to be alone with you for a change."
Bud came into the bedroom and crossed to the bed where his mother was seated. She put her hand on his cheek and kissed him as he sat down on the bed next to her
"You're my girl," Bud said, feeling the softness of his mother's robe as he pressed his body next to hers.
"I bet you say that to all your mothers," Ellen joked.
"No," Bud smiled, "just you."
They had always been close. Bud was the kind of boy who didn't interpret female interest as interference. He had always been more of a pal to his mother than most boys are.
"How are you getting along with Nancy?" Mrs. Truscott asked.
Bud flushed. Did she know about the morning blow-jobs the adopted girl was giving him?
No, she didn't seem to have anything behind the question. It was just a question.
"She's okay," Bud said. "I like her."
"I'm glad, Bud," Mrs. Truscott said. "We can't have any more children you know and I thought that you should have a younger sister or brother to relate to. That's why we are in the process of adopting Nancy."
"Sure," Bud said. "She's fine." '
"I'm glad you two get along," Mrs. Truscott said. "She's a sweet girl, don't you think?"
Yeah! Bud thought. Sweet mouth too, I'll have to get her pussy soon, too.
"She's just fine," Bud said, hoping they would change the subject. He was beginning to get a hard-on.
"Do you think I should have a talk with her?" Ellen Truscott asked, thinking deeply.
"About what?" Bud asked, crossing his legs and trying to hide the growing member of the male sex between his legs. Bud had a big cock and his tight pants did little to hide the fact when he was excited.
"Sex," Mrs. Truscott said bluntly.
"Sex?" Bud gulped, his throat suddenly dry as sandpaper.
"Yes," Mrs. Truscott said. "After all, Nancy is not a little child. She is a budding woman and should be educated about those things before she has a chance to get in trouble."
"Oh," Bud said, hoping the floor would open and swallow him.
"What do you think?"
"I think," Bud stammered, then he got hold of himself. "I think you should just forget about it. They teach us all that stuff in school now. You know, sex education classes and all."
"Yes, I know," Mrs. Truscott said, thoughtfully. Why was Bud squirming so much? Did he have to go to the bathroom. "But that's all so clinical and dry. I think Nancy needs a personal touch from a woman she trusts. Don't you think she trusts me?"
"Sure, Mom," Bud said. He would like to excuse himself from this discussion but didn't really see anyway out of it.
"Maybe this weekend would be a good time," she said. "With your father away. If you could manage to find something to keep yourself out of the house say tomorrow night, Nancy and I could have the whole place to ourselves and let our hair down and get down to it."
"Sure," Bud said. "That sounds like a good idea." He was anxious to settle the discussion and to get the hell out of his mother's bedroom. Her perfume was beginning to drive him wild. His cock was as hard as a rock and the soft, musky perfume his mother was wearing was making his balls itch to shoot a load.
"I think I'll do that," Ellen Truscott said. "You find something to do tomorrow night, okay?"
"Fine " Bud said. He got up and turned his back on his mother. He was anxious to get out of there before she saw that her baby boy was sporting a rock-hard dick.
"If you see her before I do," Ellen said, lying back down on her bed, "tell her I want to talk to her when she comes home."
"Right," Bud said.
The only thing for him was a cold shower or a jerk off. Bud had this problem with his cock. Once it got hard, there was nothing he could do to get it down again until he shot his load.
He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. His meat was throbbing as he stripped off his clothes and dropped them to the floor. Bud took a good look at his body in the bathroom mirror. He had a great build from all the exercise and sports that he did at school and his pecker was standing out at rigid attention from his lush loins. He was one hell of a good specimen of young American manhood.
Ellen heard the water in the shower and knew that Bud was in there taking his evening shower. The thought was comforting to her. She was proud of her son and glad that he had turned out the way he had.
She enjoyed snuggling down in the bed and listening to the beat of the water in the shower.
Ellen's fingers unconsciously slid over her body, feeling the firm mounds of her mature breasts as the steady beat of the water lulled her into a sense of security.
On the other side of the wall, Bud was stroking his manly meat with his hand, feeling the great thick length of his penis as his mother moaned on the bed nearby.
Great handfuls of lather creamed over the cock flesh of Bud's prick as he felt the hot, steaming water course over his young muscular body. His breath became short and labored as he pulled on his prong, feeling the swinging of his nuts under the pressure of the water that was beating down on them.
Ellen slipped a hand inside her slip and bra, feeling the hot tenseness of her firm nipples as she spread her legs out wide, humping against the sound of the water beating down in the shower at her head.
Bud stroked his meat and looked across the bathroom into the steamed up mirror. He could see the outline of his form through the fog and grabbed harder on his prick pulling the great length of it out for himself to admire as he felt the heat in his nuts begin to bubble up. He loved the way his cock looked as he stroked its great length.
Ellen pinched her nipple with one hand and let the other one slide inside her panties and along the wet slit of her hot cunt. She loved the way her body felt as she lay moaning and writhing on the bed. Bud was just a few feet from her and she was getting herself hot as her son pulled his prong in the shower.
The explosion of Bud's cum against the white tile of the bathroom wall left trickles of cum that flowed down the wall as the boy leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs and letting his nuts cut loose with their hot load.
Ellen felt the heat and wetness on her fingers as she pinched her clit and pulled herself to orgasm. She loved the feeling of cumming and let out a short series of gasps as she felt herself cumming again and again.
Ellen and Bud both brought themselves off with their own hands just inches away from one another but separated by a thin wall of wood and plaster and a thick wall of family taboo.
Nancy was getting nervous. She thought that she knew the way back to home from the airport, but it was beginning to get dark and she finally had to admit to herself that she was lost.
None of the roads that she was passing sounded familiar. None of the names had she ever even heard about before.
"I can't believe it," she said to herself. "How could I be so stupid and where the hell am I."
There wasn't any point in blindly driving on, so Nancy pulled off at the next exit and looked for some sign of civilization.
She didn't know exactly where she was or how far off the track she had gotten. She didn't even know what time it was. It was dark now that was sure.
She spotted a building of some kind up ahead and headed for it. There were lights on and it looked like a gas station or a restaurant or something. Nancy pulled into the drive and crept up into the parking lot that was covered in gravel before the wooden building.
"MAE'S," the blinking neon light proclaimed.
Well, Mae, Nancy thought to herself. You've got company.
Bud rinsed the soap off his cock and stomach and then stepped out of the shower. He spread the towel out and tried to wash the cum off the wall. He had splattered his load all the way across the room. Some of it had hit the mirror and was running down in rivulets through the steam that had fogged up the mirror.
He heard a noise through the wall. .
"Mom?" he called, stopping his cleaning activity. "Are you alright?"
There was no answer for a few minutes and then he heard his mother call back to him.
"I'm just fine, Bud," she called. "Are you finished with your shower?"
'Yes," he said, checking the mirror to see if the tell-tale signs of his jerk-off session were all removed.
"Good," she said. "I think I'd like to take one myself before I make dinner "
Bud wrapped a clean towel around his waist and gathered up the clothes he had worn into the shower, as well as the soiled towels that he had cleaned up with. He gave one last look to the bathroom to make sure that no cum-globs were on the walls or the mirror. It looked fine.
He smiled at his mother as she came out of her room in her bathrobe.
"Shower's all yours," he grinned.
"Thank you, Bud," she smiled at her strapping son. "I wonder where Nancy has gotten to?"
"I'm beginning to wonder about that myself," Bud said, scratching his head. "I wonder what she's up to."
CHAPTER SIX
"Suck that cock, you little whore," the red-haired woman screamed, lashing across Nancy's bare bottom with a belt. "Suck it good."
The bite of leather into her body made Nancy wince as she took the long, thick black cock into her mouth and choked on the cum as the man spurted his thick load into her mouth.
"Take it, you slimy slut," the red-haired woman screamed at her, beating her unmercifully.
Nancy gulped down the wads of the black man's cum as he emptied his nuts into her mouth and drew back.
"Now what shall we do with her?" one of the men asked.
"I've got a million ideas," the red-haired woman with the belt said. "Let's let her get her breath first, then well see about it."
Nancy sank down on her heels and looked around the room full of men who was watching the little exhibition she had been putting on under Mae's guidance. Mae was unrelentling and she watched every move that Nancy made as she circled the room, her stiletto heels clicking against the bare wooden floor.
Nancy shook her long blonde hair. It was beginning to mat against her face where the sweat made it stick to her flesh.
What had happened? How the hell how she gotten into this position?
When Nancy had stepped out of the car and walked across the gravel covered parking lot toward the sign that said "MAE'S," she really hadn't known what she was getting into. Otherwise she would have climbed right back in the car and driven into the night no matter where it took her.
The red-haired woman called Mae was watching from behind the curtains in the living room of her little house.
Young looking, she thought as she watched Nancy climb out of the car and creep towards her notorious house of pleasure.
Well, the younger the better, they say.
Mae crossed to the door and opened it before Nancy had a chance to even knock.
"What the hell do you want?" she barked into the face of the startled blonde teenager who was about to knock on her door.
"Oh, hello," Nancy said, not being able to see anything but a shock of red hair and a slash of a crimson mouth through the partially open door.
"Well," Nancy started to say, but just then a huge cat pushed the door open and ran across the porch.
"You bitch!" Mae screamed and threw the door open and lurched out onto the porch after the cat. "Come back here you mangy, yellow slut!"
The woman ran across the porch and into the gravel parking lot in hot pursuit of the large yellow cat that was determined to escape.
Nancy just stood on the porch and watched as the woman tried not to fall down as her six-inch stiletto heels dug up the gravel.
"Son of a bitch!" Mae screamed into the darkness around her. The cat was gone.
"Well, you might as well come in," she said, returning to the porch and giving Nancy the once over.
Nancy watched the woman enter the house and followed her. The door snapped shut behind her and she found herself in a rather strangely furnished living room.
"Make yourself at home," Mae said, crossing to a wicker stand that served as a bar. "Want a drink?"
"No thanks," Nancy said, her eyes the size of saucers as she observed the bizarre setting in which she found herself.
The whole place looked like something from a movie she had seen on tv once. It was set on a South Seas island and was really the front of a smuggling ring. The lacy fabrics that hung on the wall, the sea shells that were everywhere, the wicker and bamboo that the furniture was made of, all seemed to be a copy of that Hollywood set.
"You live here?" Nancy asked, gaping at the red-haired woman who was settling into a bamboo chair and sipping a long, cool drink that had a bunch of fruit floating on top.
"Sure," Mae said. "Why not? What's wrong with it?"
She sounded mean.
"Nothing," Nancy said. "It's nice it's just kind of unusual, don't you think?"
Mae looked around at the red-lighted interior of her living room. It was her personal fantasy to be the madam of a-whorehouse in the South Seas and she had built this little palace of pleasure for herself right after World War II. She loved the place and had become accustomed to its exotic ambience. It didn't startle her at all.
"Nothing strange about it," Mae said and she took a long sip on her drink her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked at the terrified teenager who was standing uncomfortably in the middle of her South Sea living room.
"Sit down," Mae said. "Make yourself at home."
Nancy looked nervously around her. Nothing looked safe to sit on.
"I'd just as soon find out where I am so I can find my way home," she said. "Could you possibly tell me how to get back to Cedarville?"
Mae looked at the helpless teenager. So the kid had gotten lost, had she? She didn't know where she was and was lost. This might be interesting. It had been a long time since Mae had had a young virgin blonde to play with. She just might have some fun for herself on what had promised to be a boring Friday night at home.
"Sit down," Mae insisted. "I'll get you a drink."
Nancy watched as the woman pulled herself out of the depths of the chair in which she was seated and crossed again to the bar. She made some kind of concoction and put it in a glass and stirred it. She crossed back over to where Nancy was still standing nervously in the middle of the room and thrust the glass into her hand aggressively.
"Take it," Mae said. "Take it and drink it You look nervous. Nothing to be nervous about sit down."
She practically shoved Nancy backwards and the girl stumbled and fell onto a bamboo settee that was against the wall of the room. Mae crossed to the radio and turned it on. Some soft jazz music began to play and Nancy took a sip of the drink.
She didn't know what it was, but it was sweet and tasted really good. She took a longer swig from the straw that was sticking out of the middle of the fruit in it and began to relax.
"Like it?" Mae asked, observing her visitor. "It's nice," Nancy said, smiling at last at her "hostess."
"Thought you'd like it," Mae said. "It's something special that I made up myself."
She smiled an evil smile and sipped her own drink as Nancy took a deep gulp on the deceptively innocuous tasting drink. It was practically pure white rum with a lot of grenadine in it. Nancy would be knocked for a loop in minutes.
She didn't know how long she had been out or what had happened to her, but when Nancy regained consciousness she was naked and cold.
She could hear voices in the room next to where she was and she pulled a sheet from the bed on which she was lying and wrapped it around her.
Nancy walked across the room to the noise that she heard and cracked the door open a bit. She could see several men in a smoke filled parlor that was all filled with bamboo and wicker furniture and there was a red-haired woman there in a blazing red kimono.
MAE!
It all came back to her, where she was and what she was doing here.
Nancy gripped the sheet and fastened it securely around her naked body. Where could her clothes be?
"Well, look who's here," Mae said as Nancy walked into the room with the men.
"Hey, hot stuff," one of the men said, and he groped himself where he sat on a barstool.
"I want to go home," Nancy said
There was an uproar of laughter from the men in the room. Mae looked at her severely.
"Nonsense, child," Mae said, "the party's just beginning "
She grabbed hold of one corner of the sheet that Nancy had wrapped around her body and pulled. It came away and Nancy clutched her hands over her body to hide her nakedness.
"That's it," one of the men said.
"Yeah! That's more like it," another one joined in.
"Let's see what you've got, kid," another one said, standing up and reaching for Nancy's naked body.
"Leave me alone," she said, backing towards the bedroom where she had come from. "Leave me alone."
There was dirty laughter as Nancy backed up towards the closed door of the bedroom and then she screamed.
A sharp whack had come across her bare butt where she stood and she wheeled around to find Mae there a man's leather belt in her hand and she was swinging it.
"You need to be taught your place," the woman said.
She was drunk, Nancy could tell that. Her eyes were glazed and there was spittle dripping from the corners of her mouth. All the men were drunk too, Nancy observed. She didn't know what to do. All she could do was pretend to go along with what they wanted and try to get out of here as fast as possbile
"Sit down," Mae said, swinging the belt.
Nancy glanced around the room. The men were leering at her as she clutched her hands over her naked crotch and her bare, budding breasts. They looked like hungry dogs who have just found a cat and are ready to make a meal of it.
Nancy sank down onto the wicker couch she had sat on earlier and looked about her.
It was hard to tell how many men were in the room. Maybe half a dozen or more. The lights were dim and seemed to be all red or amber. It was like a dream world, but this was becoming more a nightmare to her than a dream.
"Pull your hands away," Mae said, slapping Nancy on the leg with the belt. "No need to be shy. The boys want to see what you've got."
Nancy felt the sharp sting of the leather belt on her bare leg and dropped her hands from the protective covering of her private parts.
There waa a low whistle from the crowd of men in the room.
"Nice," one of them said. "She's real nice "
"Shut up, you old goat," another one said. "She's too nice for you to even look at."
Mae silenced what might have turned into a fight and took charge of the proceedings.
"Now I want you animals to behave yourself," Mae said, a crooked smile breaking across her overly made-up face. "If you don't behave ... "
She didn't finish her statement, she simply let the buckle of the belt dangle from her hand as she held it in front of her.
There was general grumbling in the room, but Nancy noticed that the men didn't resist the statement by the red-haired woman.
Mae walked around the room, making sure that she was well understood. She was in charge here and nobody ever better think otherwise.
Nancy cringed on the bamboo sofa where she was sitting. She had no idea what was going on here, but she knew she didn't like it
"Are you a virgin?" Mae asked as she turned on the girl.
Nancy was startled. What a thing to ask!
"Listen, blondie," Mae said. "When I ask you a question, you answer it. Are you a virgin?"
The leather belt was held taut in the woman's hands, ready to strike. "Yes," Nancy said. "I am."
"Alright," Mae said. "That's better. When I ask you a question, you answer."
Nancy looked at the belt. She didn't want to feel it again.
"Are you a virgin?" Mae repeated, spittle gathering at' the corners of her scarlet mouth.
Her eyes seemed to be glowing with an unnatural intensity. It was obvious that there was more than gin in her glass. She was on some kind of drug cocaine perhaps. Whatever it was, the woman was working herself into a frenzy and Nancy was to be her hapless victim.
Nancy watched as Mae stretched the leather belt between her hands. Her long red fingernails dug into the leather until her knuckles turned white from the pressure. She was itching to slap Nancy's tender young flesh with the hard-biting leather.
"Are you?! ! ' Mae cracked the leather belt and Nancy felt her flesh crawl.
"Yes!" the young girl cried, terrified.
Mae let her lips spread into an ugly sneer.
"So you are a virgin, you little bitch," she cooed. "How sweet."
Mae spat in Nancy's face, making the girl drop her mouth open from shock.
"So you're saving your precious cheery for your fucking wedding night, are you?"
Nancy was too scared to answer. She could only stand there with her mouth gaping open while Mae circled around her, her eyes glaring red in the dim light in the South Seas living room. She looked like a painted rat.
"I asked you a question," Mae said in a low, hissing voice, like a snake.
"I'm s s sorry," Nancy stuttered. She was really becoming frightened now.
"I asked you if you were saving your cherry for your wedding night," Mae said in a deceptively sweet voice.
"Yes," Nancy said, not knowing what else to say to the woman who was teasing her unmercifully like a huge painted cat with a mouse.
Mae let out a low, dirty laugh.
"Isn't that sweet?" she said, turning to the men who were assembled in the room. "Little Nancy is a virgin and she is saving herself for the man she loves."
Everything Mae said sounded filthy. She could probably say, "pass the salt," and it would sound obscene.
The men responded by laughing to please Mae, but there was no humor in the laughter.
Nancy stood there naked, attempting to cover her shame while Mae slowly circled her, the leather belt dangling dangerously from her painted nails. The men in the room receded into dimness behind Mae. She was the center of attention and Nancy was her prey.
"Well, we wouldn't want to disturb your hubby-to-be by taking away your precious cherry, now would we?" Mae asked, sardonically.
Nancy didn't dare respond. Whatever she said was sure to be the wrong answer and with the woman clutching the belt, ready to strike, she didn't want to take any chances of angering the old harridan.
"What can we do, however?" Mae asked, pretending to think. "Whatever can we do? We can't have a party and not have any fun, now can we?"
The questions did not require answers. Mae was simply spinning her web.
"I know!" she announced suddenly, as though a thought had just penetrated her gin soaked brain. "I know what we can do to have a party."
Nancy was afraid to know what the evil woman had planned. It was sure not to be pleasant.
"Arthur," she called loudly. "Arthur come in here."
All heads turned toward a doorway that was in the back of the bar. Mae had had a bar built with sea shells and fishing nets. It was her pride and joy. Behind the bar was a doorway covered with glass beads that hung in strings. Through the glass beads came a long, muscular black arm and then a body that followed it Arthur stepped through the beads He was six feet four and built like a bull. The huge shoulders threatened to rent the fabric of the skimpy T-shirt he was wearing and the Levis that encased the lower half of his body strained to be loosened.
Arthur was Mae's personal servant. What the man and the woman did together when no one else was around was the object of much speculation about town among the men who frequented Mae's home. But no one had ever seen anything happen.
"Arthur," Mae said, in her sweetest voice. "I have a treat for you."
The immense black man was ogling the pretty blonde teenager who was standing naked in the midst of the gathering. He liked what he saw. :
"Arthur, come here," Mae urged. "Come here and see what Auntie Mae had brought you."
Arthur stepped from behind the bar. Nancy could almost feel the rippling of his muscles as he strode like a giant blank panther to the middle of the room and stopped only inches from her, looking her up and down and appraising the sight that greeted him.
"You like her?" Mae asked.
Arthur grinned. His white teeth sparkled in the blood-red lips that were set on his ebony face.
"I thought you would," Mae cackled. She reached for her drink and slugged it down.
"You," she called, tapping Nancy slightly with the leather belt that she dangled in her hands. "You, down on your knees virgin." The last word was spat as though it was an evil, nasty thing to call Nancy.
"Come on, virgin, down on your knees."
Nancy hesitated at first, but the feel of the leather on her nude flesh was enough to make her respond quickly to any order that was given her. She was completely at Mae's mercy now. She would do anything the woman said. Anything.
"Suck that man's cock," Mae ordered. "Take it out of his pants and put it in your mouth."
Arthur just stood there, his hands at his sides, looking down at the naked blonde girl who knelt before him. He felt compassion for the poor girl, but he also felt his cock getting hard at the thought of her tender, young virgin lips wrapped around his thick black fire hose.
Nancy's trembling fingers reached for the zipper in Arthur's pants. She knew that every eye in the room was glued to her naked body as she knelt there in the middle of this fantasy room depicting the South Sea's brothel of
Mae's demented mind. But there was nothing she could do but comply with what this nasty woman had decided she was to do. She only hoped that this was the worst of it.
Nancy's fingers were unsteady, but finally she managed to get the zipper down and her fingers worked their way inside the tight Levis of Arthur as he stood ready to shove his meat into her mouth.
Nancy's fingers groped what seemed to be part of his leg, but as she pulled on it she found that it was the man's cock. It was huge, a black giant's cock and it was about half hard.
Nancy managed to pull the whole thing out of Arthur's fly and it half lay on his leg as she dropped her hands and stared at the massive piece of negro cockmeat that Mae had ordered her to release.
"Suck on it," she said, "suck that black cock, you haughty white bitch." Mae's voice was low and threatening. The slap of the leather belt as she swung it against the side of her leg only punctuated the seriousness of her words. "Suck."
Nancy tenderly opened her lips. They were dry. She pressed her tongue to her parched pink lips and moistened them. She could see the immense head of Arthur's dick just inches from her face and she leaned forward, watching the cock throb as she neared it.
"That's it," Mae said as Nancy reached up her hand and grabbed hold of Arthur's whopper of a tool. At the touch of the girl's hand on his meat, Arthur gave an involuntary lurch with his hips and his cock was thrust forward, towards Nancy's half-parted lips. She felt the cockhead brush her cheek and turned her head.
"Suck that dick, you stuck up little virgin," Mae cried. "Suck it now.":
She let go with the leather belt and slashed Nancy's naked back, bringing a glow of red to the girl's pale skin. It would leave a welt to show this had not been a dream.
Nancy opened her mouth and stuffed Arthur's huge purple dick head into her mouth. It felt as though her jaws were being stretched to the breaking point. The dick was so fat and big around that Nancy could hardly open her little mouth to take it all.
But the threat of the leather belt biting into her naked back again made her stretch her jaw bones open and take more and more of the thick black meat as Arthur shoved his hips towards the girl's face, impaling her with his staff. Arthur felt the warm, wet tongue of the young girl as she licked the underside of his cockmeat. He rammed it and shoved it into the soft, moistness of her throat.
Nancy gagged, but she knew she had to do this right. She had sucked Bud's cock off before, and it was certainly big, but not so big as this one. She would just have to do the best she could.
Nancy pulled herself up onto her knees a bit and arched her back. She felt her tits trembling as she reached up with both hands and gripped the cockshaft and then pulled on it, taking as much of it as she could into her mouth. Nancy felt the thick dick throbbing as it got harder and harder the more of it she put into her mouth.
The man's dick was enormous, but she was finding that she could expand her throat far more than she had expected to be able to. She was taking it taking all of that huge black cock into her tiny pink mouth.
"That's it. That's good," Arthur said, closing his eyes and rocking slowly back and forth. He began to fuck Nancy in the face.
"Give it to her," Mae encouraged. "Give her that black meat pole. Give it all to her. Fuck her. Fuck that high toned white bitch. Fuck her. Fuck her mouth."
Arthur was responding by ramming his dick into Nancy's throat with each word from Mae. He and Mae were working together, building a steady, relentless rhythm as Nancy cringed on the floor, choking and gagging, but taking that tremendous black cock into her mouth and swallowing it down.
"Suck it, suck that cock," the other men in the room were getting off on it too. Some of them had taken their cocks out of their pants and were beginning to pull on their prongs as they watched Arthur shove his long thick pole into Nancy's sucking little mouth as the naked girl crouched on the floor.
"Suck it."
"Suck it."
"Suck it."
"Suck it."
"Suck it."
It was almost like a drum beat as the men pulled on their peckers and watched Nancy gobble the black man's meat down. He put his hands on her slender shoulders and braced himself. Arthur's ass contracted as he pushed his cock in deep and then slid it out to the head, fucking Nancy's face as she tried to hold on, tried to take all of that big piece of hot black meat into her mouth and throat. Nancy was doing a good job and Arthur was getting off on it.
"Take it, you little bitch," he whispered. "Take my cock, you white bitch."
Nancy was afraid that if she did anything wrong Mae would lay into her again with the leather belt. But she needn't have worried. The woman was too much engrossed in what was happening and she was sitting in a chair just out of the light, her skirt pulled up. Mae was fingering her snatch as she watched Nancy slide her lips along the long, black shaft of Arthur's man tool.
Mae's fingers worked double time, gripping her wizened clit and twisting it in her fingers. Rancid fluids dripped onto her polished nails as she brought herself pleasure and watched the thick black dick slide into Nancy's sweet mouth.
"Take it," Arthur said huskily. "Take it all. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my load in your sweet virgin mouth."
Nancy gripped the base of the black man's cock and held on tight. He rammed the head of his prick all the way down the girl's throat, bucking and arching his back as he slammed his meat into her face, burying his crotch against the soft, delicate skin of Nancy's young face.
His body gave a series of violent jerks as he pumped his precious jism into Nancy's eager, sucking mouth. She took the whole load, sucking and lapping at it, drinking down every drop of his man cum as Arthur pumped it into her face.
"Maybe that's her," Bud said, hearing a car pull into the driveway.
He and Mrs. Truscott had been waiting for word from Nancy all evening. They both ran to the front windows of the living room and looked out.
The familiar car was indeed pulling into the drive and they could see a flip of blonde hair behind the wheel.
"Where the hell has she been?" Bud demanded, letting the curtain fall back into place.
"Don't be hard on her," Mrs. Truscott said, smoothing the ruffled curtain. "Something may have happened. Let's give her a chance to explain before jumping on her."
Bud fumed, but he sat down in an easy chair and waited for Nancy to come into the house.
"Hi," Nancy said meekly as she came in the front door of the house and saw Mrs. Truscott and Bud.
"Hello, Nancy," Mrs. Truscott said, her face breaking into a warm smile
"Hi," Bud muttered, pretending to be reading a magazine.
Nancy made a false smile and then started to cross the living room to approach the stairs to go up to her room. She stopped at the foot of the steps knowing that she had to say something. She was hours late from taking Mr. Truscott to the airport. They had to have some explanation of where she had been.
She had thought about it all the way home from Mae's. As soon as she had found a service station and gotten precise directions on how to get back home, she had dreaded this moment. How could she explain what had happened to her?
"I got lost," she said, turning to face the foster mother and step-brother who were seated in the living room.
"I didn't know how to get back," she finished, lamely.
"Why didn't you call?" Bud demanded, throwing his magazine to the floor.
Nancy stared at him blankly. Call? The word sounded foreign to her.
"Yes, dear," Mrs. Truscott said soothingly. "Why didn't you find a pay phone and call us?"
That thought had never occurred to Nancy. It would have been so simple She knew the phone number at the Truscott's. She could just as easily have phoned, attempted to tell them where she was and somehow they would have gotten her home. The whole incident at Mae's would never have happened.
"I I don't know," Nancy said, stupidly.
Bud gave his mother a look. What the hell was she hiding? It had to be no good. She had been up to something and she was lying to them.
"Go on upstairs " Mrs. Truscott said. "I'll be up in a while to talk with you. Just try to relax."
Nancy gave her a grateful smile and avoided Bud's accusing eyes. She dragged her heavy feet up the steps, wincing at the pain the welt marks on her back and legs caused.
"Well," Bud said, after Nancy had gone up the steps and disappeared.
"Well, what?" Mrs. Truscott shot back.
"Well, shit," Bud exploded. "She gets home at god knows what hour, looks like she's seen a ghost or something and you ask me what. She's been up to something."
"Oh, Bud," Mrs. Truscott said soothingly. "You've got a dirty mind."
"A dirty mind!" Bud said. "Just look at her."
Mrs. Truscott had to admit to herself that Nancy had looked strange. She was wondering herself where the girl had been for hours. But it was quite possible that she had been telling the truth. If she had gotten lost and then confused it might have taken her hours to find the road home again. It was the kind of thing that young girls did. They got confused, then panicked and though it seemed peculiar, they actually had not been up to anything bad at all.
"Bull shit " Bud said. "She's been out whoring around."
"Bud!" Mrs. Truscott said. "I don't want to hear that kind of talk in my house."
"Shit," Bud muttered under his breath. He went to the hall closet and opened the door. Reaching inside, Bud grabbed hold of his athletic school jacket and slung it over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Truscott demanded as Bud headed for the front door.
"Out," he said, and had slammed the door behind him before she could protest.
Mrs. Truscott sank back on the couch and took a long breath. Something had to be done. Nancy couldn't be left accused without an explanation. It as up to her to deal with the situation.
"Mind if I come in?" Mrs. Truscott said tapping on the sill beside Nancy's door. The girl was stretched out on her bed in the dark. Mrs. Truscott could make out her form from the light from the street lamp that steamed in the second story bedroom window.
"Sure, come on in," Nancy said, quietly. She felt safe with Mrs. Truscott.
Ellen Truscott crossed the dark space between the door and the bed and sank down on the mattress beside Nancy. She placed a hand on the girl's arm and rubbed it.
"What is it?" Ellen asked. "Did something happen to you?"
Nancy couldn't bear to think about the things that had happened at Mae's, let alone tell nice Mrs. Truscott about them.
"No," Nancy lied. "Nothing happened to me. I just got lost."
Ellen knew the girl was lying, but she sensed there was a reason. She would not press the matter. When Nancy wanted to tell her, she would.
"Would you like something to eat?" Ellen asked. "You must be hungry."
"No, thanks " Nancy said. The thought of food was repulsive to her. She just wanted to be left alone.
She turned slightly on the bed and pulled away from Ellen. She felt dirty and just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep-forever.
"Do you want to talk?" Ellen persisted, putting a hand on Nancy's shoulder. The touch of the woman's hand was gentle and soothing. Nancy shuddered. She felt confused and didn't know how to react. She wanted Ellen to go away, but on the other hand, she hoped that she would stay with her forever.
"I I-" Nancy stammered She couldn't finish and suddenly she burst into tears, uncontrollable tears.
"Now, now," Ellen said, caressing Nancy's wracking body and lying down on the bed beside her. "There, there," Ellen continued, holding Nancy's shuddering body against her own and rocking it as the girl began to sob and cry her eyes out.
After a while Nancy got control of herself again. But she did not pull away. She felt warm and safe in Ellen's arms. Warmer and safer than she had ever felt before in her life.
The woman's mature, sexy body pressed against her own budding femininity and she felt warm and loved.
"There," Ellen said, feeling the sobs recede. "Feel better?"
Nancy nodded and mumbled something, but she just pressed her face into Ellen's full bosom and buried it there. The woman's ripe full breasts were pushing into Nancy's tear-stained cheeks and she felt good.
Ellen felt the hot breath of the young teenage girl against the bare flesh of her tits. She was wearing a low cut dressing gown and nothing under it but a pair of black lace panties. Ellen felt a strange stirring in her loins as she felt the warm, wet cheeks of the young girl push against her and snuggle.
Ellen wrapped her arms around Nancy and drew her tightly against her own body. Nancy slid a knee between Ellen's opening robe and her bare knee slipped between Ellen's legs.
The heat between the two females was causing a mist of steam to rise from the bed as they clutched at one another's bodies in the darkness. Ellen felt her head become dizzy as Nancy pulled her robe open and pressed her lips to her tits kissing them and rubbing her hot, tear-stained cheeks into the warm, milky flesh of Ellen's mature tits.
"Oooh," Ellen moaned. She didn't know what was happening to her. The girl was beginning to kiss her tits to take the nipples into her mouth and to suck on them. The feeling was fantastic.
Electric.
Magnificent. :
And completely taboo.
Ellen struggled with her mind as Nancy began to make love to her, began to tear her silky robe away from her and press her tender young body against Ellen's own, full ripe female form. Ellen lost control and let Nancy do whatever she wanted with her.
Nancy kissed Ellen's naked body, her tits her hips, her stomach and began to pull at the filmy black lace panties the woman was wearing. She ripped them away and sank her mouth down into the hot, lush bush of the woman's pussy. She tasted the hot, wet cum that was seeping from the hot slit of Ellen's crack and she lapped it up, licking and drinking like a starved kitten taking the mother's milk from the source.
"Oh God!" Ellen moaned, writhing her body, twisting her ass, feeling the hot, inquiring tongue of the young girl that was penetrating her cunt, licking up the hot woman juice as she lost complete control and abandoned herself to ecstasy.
Ellen gushed forth, spending her lush womanhood into Nancy's eager mouth as the girl sucked her out, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue and gripping her ass with her hands, burying her face in the hot snatch of her foster mother and sucking her clean.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first snow came suddenly and unexpectedly that year. Nancy was not prepared for it. She stood shivering in her cloth coat as she waited on the corner for the school bus; white flakes swirled about her, lashing her face.
"Want a ride?" she heard somewhere in the blizzard that was surrounding her. The early morning light and the whiteness of the snow was blinding.
"Yes!" she screamed into the blankness before her, not knowing or caring who or what was in the car that was offering her a ride.
Nancy gratefully pulled open the car door and slipped inside, banging it shut behind her. The warmth and calmness of the car after the blinding, freezing snowstorm outside was refreshing and welcome.
"Hell, you'll freeze to death out there," a friendly voice penetrated Nancy's brain.
She smiled and took a deep breath and turned to thank her benefactor.
It was a middle aged man who looked friendly. He was dressed in a top coat and a hat. He had a dark brown mustache and warm, gentle eyes.
"Thanks " Nancy said. "It's cold out there "
The man laughed.
"Looks it," he said "Where are you going? To school?"
Nancy nodded ascent. The school books clutched in her arms gave her away.
"I'm headed that way," the man said. "I'll drop you off."
"Thanks," Nancy said. "The school bus seems to be late this morning."
"No wonder," the man said starting to drive carefully through the blinding snowstorm. It was nearly impossible to see through the windshield. The snow was falling in swirls that danced and slithered over the windshield like ice, making patterns that were impenetrable to the naked eye.
"I hope I don't hit anything," the man said, slowing the car to a crawl.
"Be careful," Nancy said, "I don't want to end up in a ditch."
The man smiled over at her.
She was a pretty girl. Now that she had pulled her coat open and was enjoying the heat from the car heater, he could see that she was really a sexy little fox. His cock began to creep down his legs inside his trousers as he noticed the firm, rounded breasts that were stretching out the front of Nancy's tight sweater.
She smiled at the kind man who had given her a refuge from the bitter cold. She liked his looks.
She could not help noticing that he was taking a good look at her fine young figure. She let the coat fall open slightly, revealing more of her body to his gaze.
"My name is Nancy," she volunteered, holding out her frost bitten hand.
"You can call me Sam," the man said gently holding her delicate fingers. His hand was warm and strong. Nancy liked the way it felt as she let her hand rest in it.
Sam suddenly slapped on the brakes and the car spun around.
"Jesus!" he said "I didn't even see that car."
It was truly dangerous to drive in this blinding snowstorm.
"Why don't we pull up and stop for a minute," Nancy said "Maybe the snow will let up a bit."
"Good thinking," Sam said. He didn't look forward to the prospect of landing head over heels in a snow drift this morning
Sam carefully guided the car to the side of the road where he pulled up and turned off the motor. He left the ignition on though so that they could enjoy the car heater and the radio.. Sam had found a soft rock station on the radio and it was playing some of the cool Beatle music that Nancy liked so much. Something like "Norwegian Wood."
"This is nice," Nancy said snuggling in the car seat. It was warm and safe in the car and she liked Sam. He had nice eyes
"You must be freezing," he said looking at her red knees. Nancy was not wearing much protective clothing. She had not been prepared for the sudden blizzard. As a matter-of-fact, only minutes before when she had dressed silently and left the house for school as usual, it had been a bright, fall day. The snow had come out of nowhere and suddenly she had been surrounded in it.
"I'm better now," she said giving Sam her most dazzling smile.
"Let me rub your legs," he said. "You don't want frost bite."
Nancy sat up in the seat and stretched her attractive young legs out. Sam bent over and gripped hold of her legs and began to massage them vigorously, bringing the blood circulation to the surface.
It tingled and gave her wild feelings as Sam began to rub down her calves and then back up to her knees. It was an exciting feeling and she liked the strong, manly touch of the man as he worked on her body, bringing it to life again.
"Great," Nancy said "That feels just great."
Sam loved the feel of the girl's soft, pliant flesh beneath his touch. She was young and innocent and so pure. He felt guilty about the raging hard-on in his crotch, but there was nothing he could do about it. Nancy was a sexy little bitch and he was rubbing her cold legs, bringing them to life again.
Nancy squirmed on the seat, letting her legs part slightly as Sam began to move his hand upwards from her knees to her thighs. They too had been whipped by the cold wind and lashed with the snow flakes. He felt the cold, tense flesh melt in his hands as he rubbed the young girl's legs to life again.
Nancy loved the feeling of Sam's expert massaging of her legs. She let him take over, pulling her skirt up higher so that he could get to her thighs more easily
She began to feel an itch in her crotch as he moved upwards, barely brushing the white lace panties that she was wearing. She felt him draw back as he realized how far he had gone. But it didn't bother her. It felt good.
Sam felt his face flush deep red as he rubbed his hands between Nancy's legs, feeling the soft, pliant flesh of the young girl heat up under his ministrations.
"That feels so good, so good," Nancy murmured as Sam began to rub her thighs, brushing her mons as he moved his hands upwards.
Nancy spread her legs out and let him push his hands up to her crotch, rubbing her hot box with his hands as Sam abandoned the pretense of warming her. He was out to make her hot now. :
Nancy began to gasp as she felt the forceful control of the man's hands on her body. He rubbed his hand over her crotch and felt the slight dampness that was beginning to ooze from the unfucked slit of her young cunt. Nancy was writhing on the car seat and feeling the strength of the man's hands on her body as the snow obliterated them from sight. No one could see in and they could see no one. They were alone in the midst of a blanket of swirling whiteness
"Oh God, that's good," Nancy said, feeling Sam's fingers begin to explore the slit of her snatch. He had pressed up under the elastic legs of her panties and was teasing her twat with his fingertips, dipping them in and letting them slide along the furry mound that swelled and responded to his touch.
Nancy reached down and unsnapped her skirt. She pulled it aside and then reached for her panties.
Sam sat back and watched as the girl gripped her panties and pulled them down and stepped out of them, abandoning them on the floor of the car. She was open .and spread for him now, the hot young pink slit of her love patch spread and ready for him.
He leaned down and pushed her legs apart with his fingers, his face nestling into the warmth between her legs. Nancy let out a gasp as she felt the tip of Sam's hot, wet tongue slip into her love lips and begin to lick at her. He rammed his tongue inside and found her clit. He tickled it with his tongue tip and sent shivers of joy throughout Nancy's young body.
"Oh God, that's wonderful," Nancy said, squirming and writhing on the seat. No one had ever done this to her. It was utterly fantastic. She loved it.
Sam rammed his tongue inside licking at her hot pussy as she wriggled her bare butt on the car seat, pushing down on the back of his head and smothering him in her sweet young pussy juice.
Sam loved the taste of Nancy's young quim. It was fresh and clean and he could tell that she had never been fucked. His tongue ran into the delicate hymen and he licked at it as the girl drove herself to a frenzy, squirming and writhing as she came again and again.
"That's won-won-wonderful," Nancy gasped, trying to force his head farther into the reaches of her hot slit. She wanted his tongue in all the way, wanted him to suck her out from the inside.
But suddenly, Sam sat up, panting
"I can't stand it any more," he said. "I've got to shoot my load."
Sam quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Nancy rammed a finger to her hot slot and poked it inside, teasing her clit as Sam began to jerk his meat off behind the driver's wheel.
"I'm going to cum," he said. "I'm going to cum."
Nancy knew her cue.
She bent over quickly, her finger still deeply imbedded in her snatch and took the head of
Sam's cock into her mouth. She felt the rubbery head of it as she parted her lips and then sank down, taking a whole lot of the long shaft of the man's throbbing peter into her warm young mouth. Sam gasped as he drove his dick into Nancy's hot, eager sucking mouth and shot his load down her throat.
He squirted and jerked, impaling her mouth with his meat rod as Nancy brought herself off to another climax squirming and wriggling as Sam emptied his balls into her hot, sucking mouth.
"You're late," Mrs. Anderson said as Nancy walked into her classroom.
"The snow," Nancy said.
Mrs. Anderson was a real bitch. Nancy couldn't stand her. It was a fucking blizzard outside and all the cunt could say was, "You're late."
"Well, take your seat, and try not to disturb the class any more than you already have," Mrs. Anderson said, squinting her eyes at Nancy.
Probably isn't getting any, Nancy thought to herself. Her old man's probably a fairy or something.
"Sit down," Mrs. Anderson snapped as Nancy fumbled with her books.
Shit, she thought. She's probably on the rag, too.
Nancy finally settled into her seat and sat back. She tried to pay attention to the lesson that Mrs. Anderson was going over with the class but her thoughts were back in the car with Sam.
The man had really shot a big load into her mouth. She had liked it a lot and she had liked the feeling of him eating out her pussy too. That was really the best part of it.
No man had ever done that to her before. Bud only wanted to get his rocks off. She hoped there were more guys who liked to eat out pussy the way Sam did That would be great.
Nancy felt something poking her in the back. She knew that MrsAnderson would catch any sudden movement, so she watched the woman's face intently as she slowly slid her hand off her desk and let it fall to her side. She slipped her hand and arm backwards and felt a folded note placed in her hand.
Slowly, she brought the note back to in front of her and kept it folded in her hand as she gave Mrs. Anderson a glazed and noncommital look that passed for attention.
Nancy slowly unfolded the note that had been passed for her and smoothed it out inside the book that was open on her desk.
"I want to see you. Meet me after class in the gym." There was no signature.
Nancy frowned and folded the note again and slipped it into her pocket.
She pretended to be thinking about something and turned in her seat so that she could look behind her. Nancy studied the faces of her classmates and caught a" gleam in one pair of eyes.
Don Prewitt was grinning at her with his eyes only.
He had made a few passes at her at the beginning of the school year, but Nancy had just figured he was exercising his masculinity. All the boys did it when a new girl came to school. Nancy had politely brushed him aside and had not thought any more about it.
Nancy glanced back at Don and winked. She thought he was one of the best looking boys in school and she was pleased to see that he had not abandoned his interest in her. Maybe she could live up to his expectations.
The bell rang and Nancy was startled. She had come into class at nearly the end and now it was time to move on. She didn't have a class next period, It was her free time, so she put her books in her locker in the hall and made her way to the gym where Don had told her to meet him.
The gym was deserted.
It looked immense as Nancy opened the door and stepped into the unlit interior. The skeltons of basketball nets hung in the eerie half-light and cast shadows across the polished hardwood floor.
She stepped to the edge of the bleachers and felt lost. She was all alone in the huge gym.
A whistle came from the top of the bleachers. Nancy turned her head quickly and saw a match flare up and then go out. Just the glow of a cigarette was left to indicate that someone was up there.
Nancy started to carefully climb the steps to the top of the bleachers her footsteps echoing across the empty gym floor.
"Hi," a low voice said as she reached the top level of the bleachers. She could see Don vaguely outlined in the darkness as he reclined against a wrestling mat that he had slung onto the topmost row of bleachers. It was almost like a mattress and completely hidden from view from the floor below. Only the tell-tale glow from his cigarette had guided her as she made her way to the secret rendezvous.
"Hi," she said and sat down on the mat beside him.
Don took a long drag on his cigarette and the dim orange light illuminated his handsome young face. Nancy felt her heart give a leap into her throat as she sensed his animal maleness lying there on the wrestling mat, waiting for her.
"Come here," he said, crushing his cigarette out on the cement floor of the bleacher riser and sliding his body down onto the wrestling mat.
Nancy lay down and Don's virile arms encircled her, pulling her soft young body against his, his hard cock pushing though the fabric of his pants and poking her thighs as he opened his mouth and rammed his tongue between her lips.
Nancy almost fainted as she felt the warm rush of blood that coursed through her body, filling her with the heat of passion as Don began to pull at her clothes, tearing them away and discarding them around her.
Nancy felt useless and helpless like a rag doll as Don stripped off her sweater and skirt and then reached for her bra and panties. She didn't know that clothing could be removed so quickly. But before she knew what was happening to her she was stark naked on her back on the wrestling mat on the top riser of bleachers and Don's cock was pressed between her thighs.
"No, no, no," she protested as he began to attempt to insert the head of his cock into her virgin pussy. "No, please."
She was whimpering and trying to stop him from invading her unfucked cunt as Don's breath increased to a gasp. He was hot and ready. He was going to fuck her.
"Stop it," she said. "Please, Don, don't."
Don let out a sigh and stopped.
"What's the matter with you?" he said "Don't you want it?"
'Yes, yes I want it " she said "But I've never been fucked before."
Don stopped.
"What!" he said "You're full of shit."
He started to push her thighs apart, but Nancy suddenly sat up.
"No, it's true," she said. "I've sucked a couple of dicks," she confessed "But I've still got my cherry."
"Shit," Don said. He sat down and tried to find his pack of cigarettes.
"I'm sorry," Nancy said, feeling as though she had let him down.
Don found his cigarettes and lit one.
He leaned back against the wall of the bleachers and stretched out his legs, looking down towards the gym floor.
Nancy crawled over and snuggled against him, her bare tits brushing his chest. She reached down and took hold of his half hard cock and began to absentmindedly stroke it.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you knew."
"Hell," Don said, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "Nobody's a virgin anymore."
"Well, I am," Nancy said. She felt ashamed.
The orange glow of the cigarette dangled from Don's mouth as Nancy felt his prick getting hard again.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck my cock."
Nancy bent forward, gripping Don's cock in her hand and opening her mouth. She brushed the head of his prick with her tongue, licking the clear liquid that was oozing from the piss slit-
"That's it, bitch," he whispered. "Lick it. Lick that dick."
Nancy cupped his balls in her hand and went down on his meat. He dragged on his cigarette and watched to see that no one came into the gym as the hot young virgin sucked his cock, taking it all into her sweet young lips and licking it with her sandpaper tongue, just like a baby kitten after its mother's milk.
"Take it," Don said. "Take that cock. Take it."
He crushed out his cigarette and grabbed hold of the back of Nancy's head and rammed it down on his cock, driving his meat deep into her throat. She gagged as the whole of his long cock rammed into her surprised mouth, but she took it all of it.
Don let out a groan as he felt Nancy's warm tongue slide over his balls. She was taking his cock all the way down now as he pumped it into her, fucking her hot little mouth with his prick.
Nancy slid around and knelt in front of Don. He reached down and cupped her firm little cupcake tits in his hands pinching the nipples and feeling the pliant flesh of her breasts as she deep throated him, taking his long, slippery dick into her mouth and sucking it up. :
"That's it," he moaned, "take it Take that cock, cunt. Eat cock, bitch, eat it "
Nancy loved the way Don was ramming his ass up from the wrestling mat, driving his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked on it feeling the hard pinches he was giving her nipples, bringing them to a hard erectness as she drove his cock into her mouth, taking it all the way down her throat and then sliding back up again. Down and up. up and down, up and down. Faster and harder and faster and harder and faster.
"Jesus!" Don screamed and let go of her tits. He grabbed her head and rammed it downwards, driving his meat pole all the way into her hot, sucking, licking mouth, filling her with his thick, hot load of young man cum. Ramming his dick into her face and shooting off his load.
Nancy held onto the head of his cock and swallowed the thick cream of his jism as she rammed her fingers into her pussy and gripped her clit with the tips. She pinched and squeezed her love button as Don spilled his wad into her mouth. She felt the hot flushes of her quim flood through her body and onto her loins as she sucked up Don's load and let his dick fall finally from her mouth and plop on his naked belly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brad Truscott toyed with the cherry in his Manhattan and dropped the stir stick onto the white table cloth.
"Would you care for a menu?" a soft, purring female voice disturbed his reverie.
Brad looked up into the cleavage of the young woman who was playing waitress in his private club. She had full, rounded tits that cried to escape form the top of the skimpy costume she was wearing. This was Cedarville's version of the Playboy Club and, although it wasn't nearly as posh as Mr. Heffner's establishment, the young ladies filled out the costumes every bit as attractively as the bunnies did.
"Not yet," Brad gave her a winning smile. "I'm expecting a friend for lunch, we'll order then."
"Whatever you want," the girl gushed. "Just give me a call." She winked and wriggled her butt voluptuously on the way to another table-Whores who didn't deliver, that's the way Brad thought of these flirty waitresses-Cockteasers to jack up the price of cheap drinks.
Brad had already had a Manhattan and was working on his second. He was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. He had skipped breakfast and was well on his way to tying one on before his friend Sam Cooper joined him for lunch.
"Hey, old buddy." a hearty voice and a backslap announced Sam's appearance.
"Hi hellion," Brad rejoined.
The two had been friends at college and they frequently met for a long, reminiscing lunch. It had been some time since they had seen one another and Brad was as grateful of the opportunity to see his old buddy as Sam was to bring Brad up to date on his latest adventures.
Sam was a tail chaser. He had always been one and he always would be. While Brad had settled down to raise a family with Ellen, Sam had carried on like a college boy, chasing all the loose poontang that he could find. And he usually scored.
Sam was a good looking son of a bitch for his age. Nearing his mid-forties, he still had a trim figure that he kept in shape at the local health club twice a week. He also watched his diet and exercised daily in his small way.
"You look like you're ready to run the hundred mile dash," Brad said, admiring Sam's good color and the strapping physique that was apparent even under his suit jacket.
"Just might be, old buddy," Sam said, sliding onto a Naugahyde seat across from Brad.
Sam eyed the room of patrons. He nodded and waved to a few acquaintances and caught the eye of the imitation bunny. She wriggled her way over to the table to see what Sam wanted.
"May I bring you something?" the girl cooed.
"I like what I see right here " Sam joked, staring at her over abundant boobs that were struggling to remain within the confines of her costume.
The girl was used to come-ons from the men. She merely smiled and waited for his drink order.
"Vodka and tonic, with a twist of lime " Sam said. No calories there at least not the kind you'd find in a Manhattan"
"So what have you been up to?" Brad asked, taking a swig of his Manhattan.
"Slow down, there old buddy," Sam said. "That stuff is dangerous."
'Don't lecture me," Brad said "This isn't as dangerous as the kind of habit you have."
Sam had been infamous at college for chasing the local high school girls. They were very impressed to go out with a college man and Sam had capitalized on the situation. He had more under-age girls in the dorm than any other guy at college. He was nearly expelled for a hot set of thirteen year old twins, but he had been able to talk his way out of it.
Sam had not dropped his need for high-school poontang though. Even at mid-forty, Sam was still looking for the nubile charms of the high-school nymphet:
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sam said, righteously and admired the waitress's ass as she set his drink on the table-
"Another Manhattan, please," Brad said, tossing off the last of his drink and handing the empty glass to the waitress.
"Hey, slow down," Sam said, genuinely worried. "Just how long have you been waiting for me?"
"All morning," Brad said, feeling very light-headed. "Now tell me about all the ten year old pussies you've been licking "
"Shhhh!" said Sam, glancing around. Brad was beginning to get a bit loud. "Not ten, fifteen at least," Sam said, good-naturedly. "Let's not exaggerate."
'Exaggerate!" Brad said in mock shock. "Hell, I hear you've been barred from Disneyland for life!"
They had a good laugh and the waitress refurbished the drinks.
"Are you ready to order lunch?" she asked, grinding her hips.
"Later," Brad said, brushing her aside and reaching for his Manhattan.
"Yes," Sam stopped her. "I think we'd better order now."
He gave Brad a meaningful look.
"Sure, sure," Brad said. "Whatever you say."
Brad was far more interested in his Manhattan than he was in lunch. He would have been content to drink his lunch if he had been left to his own devices.
Sam ordered a hearty lunch for both of them and they settled back to enjoy their cocktails.
"Seriously, though," Brad said. "What new little cunnies have you been opening to the wonders and joys of womanhood?"
Sam laughed.
It was true. He did like young girls. He saw nothing wrong in that. Hell, they were going to lose their cherries to someone, why not an experienced older man who would not rip into them and damage them? Why should some snot nosed teeny bopper get a girl's cherry? It made perfect sense to Sam and he was determined to do his utmost to rectify the situation.
"As a matter-of-fact," Sam said. "I did have a fun little encounter the other morning."
Brad was all ears. Sam always had the most interesting stories. Brad was the settled family type and although he often thought about having a little on the side, he had been faithful to Ellen all these years well almost That girl in Chicago didn't really count. She was a pro.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me all about it," Brad said eagerly.
Sam grinned. He liked to relate his encounters to the staid types he knew like Brad. They got their vicarious thrills through him. He didn't mind sharing his sex life with his friends It was the least he could do.
"Well, I call her "The Orphan of the
Storm', " Sam said. "She was freezing her ass off out in that sudden storm we had the other morning and being the kind heart I am, I offered to let her warm up in my car before she caught the school bus."
"The good Samaritan," Brad said, his eyes glowing and his pecker hardening as he imagined the scene Sam was beginning to create for him.
"Well, it was the least I could do," Sam smiled. "I mean, the poor little kid was standing out there in a cheap cloth coat and a mini skirt. She would have been an icicle by the time the damned bus came."
"Sure," Brad said. "You were just being a good neighbor. Did you have to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation?"
"Well, a little," Sam confessed. "Mouth to pussy works better though. Warms them up faster."
They chuckled and moved back to allow the waitress room to put their lunches on the table.
The hot, steaming roast beef sandwiches that Sam had ordered for them smelled ripe and succulent just like a young girl's pussy does.
"So where did you find this little Eva type," Brad asked.
"Corner of Washington and Maple," Sam said. "God, this roast beef is good."
Brad stared across the table at his friend Sam. He lay his knife and fork on the table and reached for his Manhattan.
"Tell me about it," Brad said, his voice subdued.
"Hell, she was the hottest little firecracker I've ever had," Sam said. "Just loved having her pussy eaten out. Couldn't get enough of it."
Brad choked down his Manhattan and waved the glass at the waitress who was catching on that she had a thirsty customer at number 32.
"What did she look like?" Brad asked, his face draining of blood.
"Cute as a button," Sam said, digging into his hot roast beef sandwich. "Blonde, with real long hair and very pretty."
Brad took the glass from the waitress and drained it. He handed the glass back to her and indicated that he wanted another.
He wanted another and another and another.
Washington and Maple was the corner where Nancy caught the bus for school every morning. Alone. There were no other blonde teenage girls who caught the bus at that corner.
"What else happened?" Brad asked. Sam finished his sandwich and washed it down with a sip of his vodka and tonic. " Hey, you aren't eating," he commented.
"Not hungry," Sam said, gazing over his glass rim. "Tell me about the girl."
"Hey, you're really getting horny, aren't you," Sam grinned. "You like old Uncle Sam's stories, don't you, buddy?"
"Damn you," Brad said "Just tell me what the fuck you did with that girl in the car."
His voice was loud, boisterous and very angry.
"Tell me, you cradle snatcher. Tell me what you did to that little girl."
The other men in the restaurant looked around at the table where Brad and Sam were seated.
"Hey, cool it," Sam said. "You're attracting attention."
"Fuck them," Brad said. "Tell me!"
His eyes were tiny and intense. Sam felt like he was under a microscope.
"Alright," Sam said in a conciliatory manner. "Whatever you want."
He related the story of picking up Nancy in the snow and sucking her pussy. When he told Brad about the way she had taken his load down her throat, he thought the man was going to pass out. Brad looked at him, his face completely white. Without emotion Brad stood up and crossed to where Sam was seated at the table. He gripped his friend by the tie and pulled him to a standing position.
Then he pulled his arm back and let fly with a rabbit punch to Sam's belly. The man doubled over and Brad caught him with an upper cut that brought blood to his mouth. :
"You scum bag," Brad said. He dropped a dazed and startled Sam to his seat and threw some money on the table and walked out of the club.
He had a date at home, and he was late.
"You're late," Diane said over the phone.
"I know," Ellen Truscott answered her friend "I'm trying to get out of here."
"Well, hurry up, we're waiting."
Ellen hung up the phone and sighed. She had to get to her club meeting She was going to be installed as president this afternoon. She just had to get there
But Nancy had been home with the flu for a couple of days. Thank god she was better now. She'd be ready to go back to school tomorrow, but it had thrown her off schedule having someone around the house all day.
"Can I do anything to help?" Nancy asked.
She stood in the doorway to Ellen's bedroom, watching the woman frantically paw through her bureau drawers.
"No, thanks," Ellen said. "I've got to find my club pin. I don't know where I left it."
Nancy smiled. She had admired the club pin the first time she saw Ellen wear it. She crossed to Ellen's closet and opened the louvered doors. She reached in and grabbed the beige suit that Ellen had worn to her last club meeting.
"Here it is," Nancy said holding out the hanger with the pin attached to the jacket lapel.
"You're an angel," Ellen said.
She took the pin from the jacket and Nancy returned it to the closet. Her little butt wriggled under the pink shortie nightie that she was wearing and Ellen grinned. She sure was a hot little girl. Ellen was sure that Nancy would grow up to be a good wife and mother. She was pleased with the girl.
"There, how do I look?" Ellen had pinned the club pin to her new dress that she had bought to be installed as president of her club. She smoothed her hair and stood back for Nancy's inspection.
"Beautiful," Nancy said and she crossed to Ellen and kissed her on the mouth.
Ellen was startled, but not displeased. She had wondered about the night that she had spent in bed with Nancy, but most of the time she didn't think about it. She'd rather not.
"Now, hurry," Nancy urged. "You're already late."
"Thanks," Ellen said as Nancy helped her into her coat.
She gathered up her purse and keys and headed for the stairs
"I'll be late for dinner," Ellen said. "There's some kind of party at the club after. I don't know what time I'll be home."
"Don't worry about anything," Nancy said. "I can make hamburgers and French fries for Bud and 'Dad'. "
Nancy had just recently started calling Brad and Ellen, "Mom and Dad." It made her feel like she really belonged to them.
"Great," Ellen said. "See you later."
Ellen ran down the stairs and out the front door. Nancy crossed to the bedroom window and watched as she pulled the car out of the driveway and headed for the meeting.
Nancy felt wonderful. She had a good relationship with her foster family and they were good people.
Bud was a bit aggressive in making her suck off his cock every morning, but she had come to enjoy it look forward to it even. He did have a nice cock. She hadn't quite sorted out in her mind the session that she had had with Ellen that night in bed after being abused out at Mae's, but it had made her feel much closer to her foster mother. They never talked about it. It was their little secret.
Nancy returned to her own room and opened the novel she was reading. She lay down on bed and pulled the eider-down quilt up over her body.
She relaxed and lost herself in the world of "Fanny Hill."
Nancy glanced up from her book and saw him standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Slut," Brad spat. "Filthy little slut."
Nancy was scared. He was drunk. She could tell that from across the room. His eyes were glazed and his clothes were disheveled. He lurched into the room and towards the bed.
"Get out," she said, pulling the quilt up to her chin.
"Whore!" he shouted, reaching the bed and grabbing the quilt. Sam wrenched the quilt from Nancy's tiny fist and flung it to the floor.
"Get out!" she screamed and jumped up to her knees and knelt on the bed.
The transparent fabric of the shortie nightie that she was wearing did little to hide her body. Nancy was practically naked and Brad could see the budding curves of her young body, her pink rosy nipples pressed against the filmy fabric of the nightie.
"So you like to suck cock, do you?" he growled at her.
He knew! He had found out about Bud!
"Filthy little slut!" he said, and he reached for her, grabbing the shoulder of her nightie and ripping.
"Get away!" Nancy screamed. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Go away!"
Nancy jumped from the bed and ran towards the door. Brad lurched after her. He was mad and he was drunk. She was scared shitless.
"Go away," Nancy said, backing up to the door. "Leave me alone."
"You've been sucking cock, haven't you? Haven't you?" Brad was glaring at her, his eyes burning into the blonde bush in her crotch. His cock was getting hard as he thought about ripping into her hot little twat.
"Yes!" Nancy said. "I've sucked Bud's cock, what of it?"
Brad stopped midway across the floor.
"Bud?"
"Yes!"
"What do you mean Bud?" he seemed to be dazed.
Shit, she thought. He didn't know about Bud. T mean.
"You've sucked your own brother's cock?" Brad exclaimed. "Your own brother."
"Foster brother," Nancy said. "My foster brother. Yes. I've sucked Bud's cock. Almost every morning since I've been here. Every morning."
She was defiant. So it was out now, she might as well tell the whole thing.
"He came into my room and pulled out his dick. He told me if I didn't suck him off he would tell you and Ellen that I had seduced him. That I was a tramp and you would send me back to the Home. I didn't want that, so I sucked him off. I sucked him off every morning after that too."
Brad slapped her hard across the mouth.
"Filthy little tramp!" he hissed. "Come here."
Brad reached for her arm, but she wrenched herself loose and turned and ran from the room. She reached the top of the stairs and ran down.
"Come back here, you whore!" Brad yelled He lurched through the door way and stopped at the head of the stairs. Nancy had run downstairs where he didn't know.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed from somewhere down below. "Leave me alone!"
Brad started down the steps. He was going to find her.
So she had sucked off Bud, had she? And Sam? Who else?
And why not him?
After all, he was her foster father.
Nancy cowered in the corner of the basement.
Maybe he wouldn't see her here. Maybe she could hide until the bastard stumbled off to bed drunk.
Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She could hear her breath gasping as she cowered, terrified.
"I know you're down there, you little slut," the drunken man called from the top of the cellar steps. "You can't fool me now."
Nancy quivered where she was crouching behind the packing crates.
Ever since she had moved into the house with her new foster parents she knew that this day would come.
She had seen the look in Brad Truscott's eyes when he took in the curves of her hot teenage body.
She knew that look well.
Every man she had ever had anything to do with had that look. Now she had finally put a name to it. Lust.
Naked lust.
And Brad Truscott was stumbling down the cellar steps in her direction with that look on his face. Even in the dark she could smell his lust.
Nancy's teenage breasts heaved as she tried to hold her breath. There was a heat between her thighs and she knew that soon it would be satisfied. She wanted it as much as he did, but she was terrified.
Nancy had clung to her virginity as the last bit of respectability left her. And she knew that this afternoon she was about to lose it-to her own foster father!
Brad was on the cellar floor now. Nancy could hear her heart beating like a drum and she knew that Brad would find her soon. There was no way out of the situation. He was going to find her and fuck her.
She stood up where she was.
"Here I am," she said "What do you want?"
Nancy stepped from around the packing crates and faced Brad.
He stood there in the cellar looking at her. Her hot little body was revealed almost completely through the thin fabric of the nightie that she was wearing
His cock was rock hard as he looked at the pink nipples of her small, but growing tits. Her blonde pubic bush was faintly visible through the gown and panties of the nightie. She looked adorable.
"Come here," he said.
Nancy walked the short distance between them and stopped in front of Brad. She raised her face to his and looked into his eyes.
"Yes," she said "What do you want?"
Brad took hold of her gently by the shoulders and pulled her towards him. He pushed his body forward and they met. She could feel the manly strength of his body as he embraced her pressing his body to hers. Nancy melted in his arms and felt her hot cunt begin to boil. She knew that this was wrong, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Brad pressed his mouth against Nancy's and kissed her, long and hard. She felt his tongue slide from between his lips and press against hers, forcing her lips open. Nancy parted, opening to him and he slid inside.
Brad's cock was hard and Nancy could feel it pressing into her thigh as he clutched her tiny body to his. She had known several boys and a few men, but this was different. It was more exciting than anything she had ever known. Nancy felt limp and lush. She knew that this would be an afternoon that she would never forget.
"Come here," Brad said, huskily. He led Nancy to the side of the cellar where there was a small room set up. It was a guest room that was seldom used. He clicked on a table lamp and pulled her towards the bed.
"Lie down," he said, pushing her towards the bed.
Nancy did as she was told. She lay down on top of the bed and reached up her arms, welcoming her lover, her step-father to her arms.
Brad sank down on the bed and lay down, sliding his body to Nancy's as she unfurled, opening to him, her hot breath breathing onto his neck as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.
"This is wrong," he said, pulling away.
"I know," she said. "I know." She pulled him closer to her and spread open, reaching for him as he gave into the blind lust that burned in his loins and began to feel his cock throb in his pants.
Nancy wriggled against him, pressing her nearly nude body to his and sinking her tongue into Brad's mouth. She slid her tongue over his teeth and he felt her hard little tits pushing against his chest as he lay on top of her on the bed in the spare bedroom.
Nancy began to feel the lushness of her pussy squirming. She had never been fucked and she was ready. She knew that Brad would be kind and gentle to her. She began unbuttoning his shirt and removing his tie. She wanted him to teach her, to teach her how to get fucked. Now.
Nancy fumbled with Brad's clothes and gripped his cock in her hand. It was full and thick. She reached into his fly and pulled it out. Brad thought all the blood would drain from his head as he felt the tender, tentative searching fingers of the young girl encircle his dick and caress it.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she said. "Show me what it feels like to be a woman."
Brad gasped as he felt her pushing the head of his dick between her legs. He could feel the roughness of her pubic patch through the filmy fabric of her shortie nightie. He knew that he was going to pop his load any minute. Any fucking minute. It felt so incredibly wild!
Brad and Nancy ripped their clothes off, tossing them wildly about the spare bedroom. Nancy was gasping as she lay down on the bed, spread and ready for Brad.
He knelt on the bed looking down at the hot, naked teenage girl who was ready to lose her cherry to him. She was calm, but passionate, her body writhing slowly as she reached for his long, thick cock that was throbbing and ready to invade her secret love chamber.
"Be gentle," she said, cooingly. "Please be gentle."
Brad sank to the bed and Nancy spread her legs. He felt the tenseness in his own body as he slipped on top of her. Her warm, rich, tender flesh gave in to him, accommodating his hard, manly body as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her tender, quivering femininity.
Nancy gripped the hard cock and guided it bet wen her legs, leading Brad's cockhead to the warm, tight moistness of her virgin cunt. He gasped as he felt the vise-like grip of her tender pussy lips and then he pushed, shoving the whole long length of his cock into her hot, virgin cunt, ripping through her hymen and plunging into the virgin depths of her teenage cunt.
Nancy screamed, the pain so intense that she thought she' would die. She clawed and scratched, writhing and screaming. But it was no use. Brad was strong and he was buried deep in her pussy. He rammed his meat into her cunt and fucked her, blood streaming from her ripped virginity and spreading in a puddle beneath her ass on the bed.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, pounding at him with her fists and trying to get away from him. But it was hopeless. Brad had her pinned to the mattress and was fucking the hell out of her.
He felt the warm, lushness of her hot young virgin cunt. Tight, so tight. But moist. His dick slid easily and quickly from the head to the base, deep, deep within the hot, boiling passage of delight between her sweet young thighs. She had a hot, tight pussy and he was the first the first ever. He loved it.
Brad rammed his dick in long and hard, filling her wanton lust with the hot passion of a real fucking. She would never forget this fucking. Never.
Nancy was crying and thrashing wildly on the bed beneath him, but her legs were wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him tighter and closer to her. She was getting her cunt filled with man cock!
And she loved it!
Brad rammed it to her, feeling the hot clutching of her tight pussy as he pounded her to the bed, driving his dick long and deep. Her hot juices began to flood his cock as he rode her for all he was worth.
He could feel the tightness of her pussy opening, loosening to accommodate his large, thick cock. He plunged it deeper and harder into her as Nancy cringed and writhed on the bed beneath him. She was panting as he slid his face down and took one of her hard young nipples in his mouth and began to nibble it with his teeth.
She screamed and bucked her ass upwards, driving his dick in deeper, deeper, deeper as he gnashed his teeth, biting into her tender young nipple and he tasted a drop of blood on his tongue as he rammed his meat into her pussy, fucking her virgin cunt, taking her cherry and ripping it wide open.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck my pussy. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Brad switched his mouth to the other tit and took the whole thing into his mouth, sucking on it and lapping it with his tongue as Nancy cried and writhed, screaming and wriggling beneath him as he drove her over the brink of ecsatsy into the wonderland of orgasm.
She came in floods, drowning his cock in her hot love juice, creaming all over his hard sliding cock and spilling out. The love cum mingled with the blood on the bed and Nancy wriggled her ass in it, feeling the hot cum and blood stain her butt as Brad plowed into her cunt and bit her tits.
"Mom?" he called from the foot of the stairs. But there was no answer.
He turned towards the living room and walked in.
There seemed to be no one at home.
Where could his mother be?
Then, he remembered. Nancy was home from school with the flu.
"Nancy?" he called up the stairs. No answer.
Bud climbed the steps to the second floor.
There was no one in Nancy's room either. He thought maybe she was taking a nap.
Bud returned downstairs and went into the kitchen. He was hungry. A sandwich would taste good about now.
He opened the refrigerator and began to paw through the contents. There had to be something for a sandwich. Maybe a ham and cheese on rye.
Or a hot dog.
No, he'd have to heat that. Bud didn't like cold hot dogs. Baloney!
No, he'd had that for lunch. Peanut butter and jelly. That's what he wanted.
Bud crossed to the cabinet to get the peanut butter.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Bud stopped dead in his tracks. He thought he was hearing things. Then he heard it again. "Ooooh! Fuck me! Daddy, fuck me!" What the hell was going on? Bud heard noises from the basement and set down the peanut butter jar and opened the door to the cellar.
He started down the steps slowly and quietly. He thought he recognized the voice that he had heard. But he was afraid to admit it.
As Bud descended the steps, the noises he heard coming from the spare bedroom became clearer and more identifiable. He could hear the familiar sounds of love making and he dreaded finding what he knew he was going to find when he got to the doorway.
He stepped to the door of the spare room and froze.
Nancy was spread out on the bed, her legs wrapped firmly around the man's waist and she was humping against him with all her might, screaming and panting as he rammed his dick into her pussy and groaned with ecstasy.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, baby, I'm coming!" the man panted and he rammed his rod into the girl's cunt, spilling his hot seed deep, deep within her.
Bud gaped at the doorway, his mouth open, his legs turned to cement.
"Dad?" he said and the man on the bed turned to look into his son's face.
CHAPTER NINE
"Would you like some orange juice?" Ellen asked.
"No thanks, Mom," Bud said. "Just coffee and toast."
Ellen poured her son a cup of steaming black coffee and returned the pot to the stove.
"You really should eat something," she said, ruffling Bud's hair as she sat down at the table across from him. "It's not good to go out with an empty stomach."
"I'm not hungry," Bud said, taking a sip of the piping hot coffee that his mother had poured for him.
"Force yourself," she said. "Really. I was reading a magazine article the other day that said that most people who don't eat breakfast end up having ulcers."
"I don't have ulcers," Bud said.
"Not yet, but you will," Ellen decided.
Bud lit a cigarette and tossed the match into an ashtray.
"And you shouldn't smoke," Ellen said.
"I know," Bud rejoined. "Cancer "
Ellen frowned. Her son was becoming impossible. There was no telling him what to do anymore. Something had happened and he had just become unmanageable.
"Good morning," Nancy said, kissing Ellen on the top of the head. She slid onto her seat and reached for her glass of orange juice.
"Good morning, Nancy," Ellen said, smiling at her pretty foster daughter. "How did you sleep?"
"Not at all," Nancy said. "I couldn't."
"I know what you mean," Ellen said. "My first dance was that way too. I just couldn't sleep at all the night before. I was so excited I wanted to wear my dress to bed."
Bud grunted and stubbed out his cigarette.
"Oh Mom," Nancy gushed. "The dress is so pretty. I just can't wait to put it on."
"I know," Ellen said "It is pretty. I'm so glad we could find it for you. I never thought Brad would go for the expense. It was awfully high."
Bud looked across the table at Nancy and his lips curled into a sneer.
"How much did it cost?" he asked.
Nancy caught the look on his face and she frowned.
"None of your business," Ellen said. "It's between your father and me."
"More likely between Father and Nancy," Bud said, a nasty twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ellen said. "Sometimes you don't make any sense at all."
Nancy glanced at Bud. He just grunted and grinned.
"Good morning!" Brad Truscott said as he came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, darling," Ellen said. "Hurry, you'll be late for work."
"Good morning, Nancy," Brad said and kissed the teenage girl on the forehead.
"Good morning, Daddy," Nancy said. She had begun calling him "Daddy" recently. He liked that.
"Bud," Brad said, waving a hand at his strapping teenage son.
Bud grunted something and reached for another cigarette.
"Do you want some eggs?" Ellen asked.
"No, no time," Brad said. "Just coffee and juice."
"Now," Ellen started to say, but Bud jumped up from the table and pushed his chair back.
"You'd better have something to eat," he said to his father, "or she'll have you having ulcers, cancer and the bubonic plague before lunch."
He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder and headed for the kitchen door.
"What did he mean by that?" Brad asked after Bud had slammed the door and walked out.
"Who knows?" Nancy said. "He talks weird most of the time."
Ellen crossed to the stove and brought the coffee pot over and poured a fresh cup for Brad. He smiled up at her. She was one hell of a sexy woman, he thought. Maybe he should call in sick to work today and...
Nancy finished her orange juice and took a sip of her too-sweet coffee. Ellen had tried to get her not to use so much cream and sugar in her coffee, but it was useless. The girl had a definite sweet tooth.
But that was alright, she was only a teenager. Maybe she would grow out of it.
"See you later," Nancy said, picking up her school bag and heading for the door.
"Come home right after school," Ellen said. "We'll start getting ready for the big dance."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Nancy said, beaming as she turned to face her foster parents.
"You both are so good to me," she said. "Thank you."
She smiled and turned and went out the door.
Brad and Ellen sat looking at one another across the table.
"She's a very nice girl," Ellen said.
"Yes," Brad commented, reaching for his coffee and avoiding Ellen's eyes. "Yes, she is."
"I hope we are raising her right," she said.
"I'm sure we are doing our best," Brad said, clearing his throat.
"But there are so many temptations these days," Ellen said. "Drugs, loose sex, all kinds of things that I didn't have to deal with when I was a girl her age. It's all so different now."
"Yes," Brad said. "Very different."
"I think you should have a talk with her," Ellen said, reaching for her coffee cup.
"A talk? About what?" Brad asked, uncomfortably.
"Boys," Ellen said. "Men sex, you know."
"Why me?" Brad asked, startled. "Well, you're so much more worldly than I am," Ellen said. "Hell, I don't even know what they're talking about half the time in the movies these days. Quaaludes and cocaine and all that stuff. It's just beyond me."
"I don't think you have to worry about Quaaludes and cocaine at a high-school dance," Brad laughed.
"Don't kid yourself," Ellen said. "These kids know more about it than we do."
"I wouldn't be surprised," Brad said. "I wouldn't be surprised at all."
"So you'll talk to her?" Ellen said. "You know, before the dance tonight. I don't want her getting into any trouble with any of those boys. You know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean," Brad said "But I think it would be more your place to have that talk with her. Why me?"
"Like I said," Ellen repeated. "You know more about it. You're more worldly. And besides, you seem to be closer to her than me."
Brad shifted uncomfortably in his chair. As far as he knew Ellen didn't know about that afternoon in the cellar. Bud had sworn he would not tell his mother. But Brad had no way of knowing if the boy had kept his word or not.
He would just have to wait and see.
"I really don't think it's my place to talk with her," Brad said. "I think you should do it."
He finished his coffee and kissed Ellen on the cheek and picked up his briefcase to head for work.
"See you about five-thirty," he said. "Have a nice day."
Ellen sat contemplating her coffee cup after Brad had left.
It would not be easy talking to Nancy about sex. There was something between the two of them that they didn't talk about. That might come up and Ellen had no way of dealing with that.
She'd think about it later. Maybe tomorrow. After all, tomorrow was another day.
EPILOGUE
Nancy Truscott looked across the desk at Miss Pritchard.
"I am really looking forward to my retirement," the older woman said. "I've been in this place for thirty five years."
"Yes, I know," Nancy said. "I remember."
Miss Pritchard was taken aback. The attractive young blonde woman seated across from her who was replacing her in the envied position of headmistress of the orphanage could not be old enough to remember her years of service at the state institution.
"Remember?" Miss Pritchard said, looking askance at Nancy.
"I mean, I read it somewhere," she said.
Miss Pritchard beamed. The newspaper account of her years at the orphanage where Nancy had been raised had been full of the usual tripe hack writers fill in about the devotion, distinguished record of service to the community, and all that bullshit they write when some state employee finally goes off the public payroll.
"Hard discipline," Miss Pritchard said out of nowhere. "Hard discipline is what these young girls need and want."
"I think I know what is required in this job," Nancy said, a mysterious smile crossing her pretty face.
She was really looking forward to beginning this job. She had decided on Social Work while still in high school and to have landed this particular post was ironic to say the least.
When the senile retiring Miss Pritchard had at last vacated the office, Nancy walked to the window and threw it open.
"What this place needs is some fresh air," she said, feeling the the damp February morning stream in like an onslaught through the musty window.
"A lot of fresh air," she said again to herself.
"I beg your pardon?" a voice startled her from behind.
Nancy turned quickly to gaze at a statuesque young brunette who looked Spanish.
"Hi," Nancy said, smiling at the young woman who was about her own age.
"You must be Miss Truscott," the brunette said, appraising her new employer with interest.
"Yes, and you are Rosita," Nancy smiled a secret smile.
"Si," Rosita said, determined not to lose all touch with her proud heritage. She might not have a last name. And she might still be in the the orphanage where she had lived and worked for the majority of her life. But she had her pride.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" Nancy said, walking around the large desk that separated them.
She could smell the musky animal smell of the dark woman. Her vaginal aroma was strong and healthy. It smelled of the earth and the lush nights of a tropical rain forest.
Rosita was puzzled by this attractive young woman who had been sent to replace the hated Miss Pritchard. She thought the old witch would die before they got her out of the state home for girls.
"No," Rosita said, simply. There was something magnetic about the attraction between their two bodies.
Nancy moved closer and reached out a hand and touched Rosita's cheek. The skin was hot and Rosita gave a deep intake of breath as she felt the cool softness of the blonde woman's hand slide down her cheek and onto her shoulder where it rested a moment.
"Perhaps I can refresh your memory," Nancy said, taking Rosita's chin in her gentle grip. She turned the dark woman's face upwards and leaned into her.
Their lips met and blended as Nancy slid her tongue from between her lips and felt the naked passion being aroused in Rosita's response to her kiss.
Rosita gasped as she felt Nancy take hold of her body and crush her own against it. The two women were meshed in a love lock and it felt natural as though it had always been meant to be.
"Nancy," Rosita said, struggling against the hungry lips of the blonde woman who was kissing her neck and clutching at her hot, responsive body.
The day so long ago in the shower came back to Rosita, the feel of the blonde girl's lips pressed against the warm, moist lips of her open young vagina, opening mysteries to her from which she had never escaped a longing for a re-run.
Nancy tore at Rosita's cheap blouse, pulling the buttons undone as she sought the full voluptuous breasts that had grown to ripe and full maturity in the years between.
The nipples were already erect as she released them from the confinement of a bra.
Nancy slithered her tongue over the olive skin of the startled Spanish girl, licking the oily residue that smelled faintly of rose blossoms.
Rosita tugged at her skirt allowing it to fall away as Nancy gripped her panties and pulled them loose, down, down and off as Rosita gasped where she supported herself leaning back on Miss Pritchard's worn desk the desk against which she had leaned for so many birch switchings.
Nancy pressed Rosita's thighs apart and knelt before her at the desk. Rosita spread herself wide, supporting her body with open palms as she allowed her pert nipples to point heavenward as Nancy dived into her musky muff and sucked her Spanish quim.
Nancy gripped Rosita's thigh-flesh and dug her fingernails into it as she tasted the hot, sweet flood of woman-cum that was pouring onto her tongue and dripping down her chin as she sucked and licked at the distended clitoris that twanged to her touch like an excited lizard.
Rosita fell back on the desk, writhing and twitching like a demented spastic as she emptied the love juices that had been waiting for a flood gate to open.
The iron rule of the bitch Miss Pritchard was ended at the state orphange for girls.
A more loving approach was about to be instilled there. The young motherless and fatherless girls that society abandoned would have Nancy Truscott and Rosita at the helm, preparing them for the horrors of the American family and arming them with the ability to survive and enjoy and satisfy.
"Let's look over the dormitory," Nancy said, standing up and licking her lips. "I'd like to see who's here."
She helped Rosita pull herself together and the two women smiled to one another as they opened the familiar doors of the orphanage office and began to seek out their young charges.
"Show me the ropes, Rosita," Nancy said.
Rosita took the blonde woman's hand and led her to the first dormitory where thirty girls awaited the attention of their new headmistress.
