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