What is the true nature of love? Stendhal is perhaps the only man of letters to try to analyze love, reducing it to its barest essentials, as a mathematician reduces an equation to its component parts for solution. But Stendhal, despite his valiant attempt, missed the mark. Not even contemporary psychologists can agree as to the nature of love, but any thirteen-year-old who falls in love knows it, and knows it internally.
Can an innocent young virgin be whirled through the cosmos of life and briefly brush a brutal misogynist lightly, only to find that magic of love?
Can she witness the cruel degradation of her mother at the hands of a rapist, and hate her mother while loving the rapist?
The answer to this is obviously yes, because the myriad directions human behavior may take at any turn are all relentlessly linked to antecedent causes and instinctual drives.
Can a mother be utterly humiliated in the presence of her cherished daughter, and still allow her daughter to relate in the most basic of all human modes to her antagonist? Would a mother be able to assist in such an unresolvable conspiracy?
These are just some of the probing questions verging on the edge of psychopathology that author Regina Clare so brilliantly details in her penetrating work. He Forced Mom & Daughter. With an uncommon insight and empathy, he examines the dichotomy of stated morality and instinctual drives, those strong desires that perpetrate mankind so effectively. She tears the artificial curtain of hypocrisy down with almost savage rhetoric, using candor that some may find appalling. Rut sex cannot be carmel-coated nor painted pink. Sex and love are, she shows, divisible from any point of view.
Although they need not necessarily be mutually exclusive, they also do not have to coexist. This stunning revelation may shock some Puritans, and well it should.
Ms. Clare's message is that love is beautiful, but sex is all-powerful and necessary, basic to the well-integrated psyche. The repression of this fact by people can, she reveals so lucidly, lead to an amorphous malaise, an irascibility and, ultimately, to antisocial behavior that may culminate in misogynism or adultery or even physical violence.
Turning the coin she also shows with a sharp but compassionate parable that sex - and love - can add a deep and even humorous dimension to the life of two people, a life that has, for all practical purposes, outlived its usefulness.
It is in a spirit of happy humility that we accordingly offer this penetrating analysis of hypocrisy, morality, and biological necessity; we feel that it is the most brilliant exposition of the subject to see print for years, and sincerely hope that you, our readers, will ponder the message while giving your complete attention to the subtle nuances in the same way in which Ms. Clare so graphically managed them.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surree Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private book shelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER I
As the station wagon slowed to a stop by the grimy gas pump the bell rang, alerting the sullen young attendant who sauntered over, wiping his grimy hands on a grease-caked gray rag. A red stubble covered his grease-slashed face, and Donna wrinkled her lips at him from her place between her parents.
"Five dollars worth of ethyl!" her dad called to the unkempt young man as he approached the space between the dusty car and single pump.
"Ain't no ethyl but this right here, fellow!" the arrogant attendant replied, thrusting his nose right in through the driver's window. When his eyes lit on Donna's legs, an obvious glint of lewd appreciation filled them. He knew that he would have been able to see her forbidden little crotch if she were to have her miniskirt hem up one inch higher.
George Masterson was quick to intercept this look and he moved his head belligerently forward, almost growling. "Two dollars, then, and make it snappy!"
"All right, allll right! Don't get your shit hot!"
Masterson was out of the car like a flash. Nobody could talk to him that way, especially in front of his wife and daughter! "WHAT WAS THAT?"
The young man crouched as if to fight, but then a cunning expression filled his crookedly evil eyes. He smiled and waved the man away. "Awww, I'm sorry, old-timer. Didn't mean to get you all upset like that. Two dollars, you say?"
"Never mind the gas! There are other stations!" He was back inside and pulled the shift lever down, lurching out of the old rutted station-yard.
The raucous laugh and obscene message burned into his ears: "Gggooooo fuck yerself, ya creep! No gas for ... " and then the voice was too far away to hear.
"I should have smacked him!" Masterson grumbled, knowing that he could have taken the young man apart like a toy.
"Never mind, George. Don't know what the generation has come to, I swear! Rowdyism and cursing like that! Glad our little Donna here isn't wild like that!" She patted her girl's knee and smiled maternally into her daughter's wide green eyes.
Donna basked in the praise. Just thirteen, she tried to be a good girl even though it was sometimes pretty hard. But she knew that her parents really liked her and were proud of her. Disappointing them was something she would never do. Being very pretty and abnormally well-shaped for so young a girl presented lots of problems, though. Many people took her for sixteen or even seventeen, and her job as a part-time model for a boutique assured that her up-to-the-second wardrobe was always chic.
Her parents had had a few bad moments about her micro-skirts.
"Obscene!" Sally Masterson had observed.
"But, mom, everybody's wearing them! It's no worse than shorts or a bathing suit, you know!"
"But so provocative! What idea could boys get, looking at you that way?"
"Oh, who cares what boys think? I'm not interested in boys! But gosh, mom, I can't look dowdy if I'm to model these things for the shop!!"
Sally was always relieved to hear that her innocent young daughter could maintain such a strong attitude about boys - with all the sex in high schools! Well, how was a mother to know?
So now, on their way to visit the grandparents out on the farm, Donna was clad in a very daring manner, with a vinyl micro-skirt, a risqu� sequined blouse that revealed a good bit of her lush breasts, and high vinyl boots. Her golden hair was perfectly clean, perfectly combed and, as always, perfectly straight.
That golden cascade framed her oval face, an exceedingly attractive and innocent face graced by large green eyes, a pert nose, and full, pouting lips. Just a small amount of cosmetics were used by her, a subtle shadow and some blusher; her mother never even knew.
George Masterson was proud to have such an attractive young daughter, and was pleased by her high moral tone. He knew good and well what problems adolescence had in store for her, and he knew that she had a good, strong mind - a true Masterson!
Driving down the desolate roadway, he grumbled. He knew that it was a good forty miles to the next town, and couldn't recall if there were any service stations between here and Monroeville. And it was almost dark. It would be a hell of a note to run out of gas and then have to walk in complete darkness! And what about Sally and Donna? Thinking these thoughts, he gently released the pressure of his foot on the accelerator pedal and slowed to forty to conserve gas.
"How come you're slowing down, dad?" she asked him, looking up at his ruggedly handsome face. She felt safe with him because he was big and strong and not afraid of anything. Hadn't he been a famous tackle for a professional football team? And now he was a very good, smart insurance man, making plenty of money. She knew that his friends admired him and she loved him!
"Well, honey, we're low on gas. Just hate to run out, is all. And the faster a car goes, the more gas it uses per mile, understand?"
She nodded, her eyes downcast. Yes, she understood that, all right. A chili went up her spine as she thought about the cruel circumstances that led to her understanding of that fact. She had quite innocently accepted a ride home from school one afternoon. Only a couple of months before. Driving in a convertible had seemed to be safe enough, but the boy was a maniac! He had veered off on a side-road and had driven her way out in the country! And, to top it off, he was always touching her in nasty places.
He finally cupped one of her heavy young breasts.
WHAT IS HE DOING???!!!
His hand slid into the silky blouse and shot roughly down so that it was wedged between her brassiere and terror-quivering young flesh of her white breast. "NNNOOOooo!" she had screamed, struggling to eject his lewdly pawing hand while the car roared and careened madly down the twisting road.
Finally, after a life-and-death struggle that almost resulted in a flaming accident, she had freed herself - just as that car engine gasped, sputtered, and died. She had listened in fuming anger to his explanation of gasoline consumption; and she thought that all boys were just interested in two things - pawing and cars. Luckily, she managed to hitchhike back home, but the thought of a boy's hand actually fondling her breast filled her with burning revulsion. HE HAD ALMOST PULLED IT OUT OF THE BLOUSE!
And when he had thrust his hand against her crotch, that was just too terrible! The inner thighs seemed to burn for hours from that touch, leaving her flushed and breathless. Her hand had caressed that place, but a strangely terrifying fire would spring up when she did this, so she went right in and took a stingingly cold shower, that left her as fresh as a flower.
Walking home after that, she had involuntarily looked for the boy, if only to snub him and put him down. She had never seen him since, and actually regretted it, even though he revolted her.
She was just reliving that experience when she heard something that startled her because it was so rare an occurrence. Her own father swore!
"GODDAMNIT ANYWAY!"
"George!" the horrified Sally protested. "Not in front of Donna, please!"
"Well, shoot! There goes the engine! Out of gas! Boy, what an idiot I am!" He lifted his chin and frowned as he searched for a safe place on the side of the road where he could pull in. Just ahead was a roadside parking area, and he gritted his teeth unconsciously, hoping that he could make it. The car rolled to a silent stop just inside the safety of the area and George heaved a heavy sigh of relief. "Whew! Made it. Bit of luck, at least! Now maybe I can flag a car down!"
"Want me to go, dad?" Donna volunteered.
"Good heavens no, Donna! You stay here with mother, and I'll start trotting into town. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck, dad! We'll be okay, won't we, mom?"
"Sure. Be careful, George. These speeding cars these days!"
"Just hope one stops!" he said in unhappy prediction as he got out of the car and began trotting down the side of the road into the lowering sunset.
He was still in plain view, some three hundred yards down the road, when a car did approach at a high rate of speed. Donna was afraid, as she heard the staccato roar of the car's powerful-sounding engine rise, and she leaped out of her dad's side of their stalled station wagon, with the hope of flagging the car into a warning to slow down ahead.
The car's engine screamed and then, as Donna waved it down, the engine's noise was suddenly mixed with the shriek of burning rubber as the car zigzagged to a crazy sliding stop right beside her. "What's the trouble, miss? Out of gas?"
It was a young man dressed casually, a frank smile on his face.
"Yes," she said, leaning against the passenger door. "My dad just went for some, but maybe you could give him a ride to town, or something ... "
"That your mother in there?" the young man asked, looking at the innocent young blonde's mother, a shapely and attractive woman of thirty-five.
"Yes."
"Well, just a moment." He swung out of the car and strode easily over to the Masterson vehicle. "Good evening!" he called in a friendly voice. "Look, my farm is at the first crossroads up a piece! Why don't you and your daughter here get in and we'll stop for your husband and swing on in. Can have the missus give you a nice hot cup of farm-style coffee - and some fresh milk - while your mister and me fill this car up?"
"That would be wonderful!" Mrs. Sally Masterson said, smiling at the pleasing young gentleman farmer.
"You better lock the car. Never know, y'know."
"Sure!" Donna cried, and snapped the little chromium knobs down as her mother swished out of the car.
"Name's Del Baker!" the man said. "Pleased to have come across you!" He meant every word of it.
"I'm Sally Masterson, Mr. Baker, and this is my daughter, Donna," she said, shaking his firm cool hand. She immediately trusted him; she could always tell a man by his eyes.
"Sally? Donna? Nice to know you. Call me Del. Well, let's go! Can't keep that man of yours waiting, now can we?" His hands went easily around the waists of the two females and neither of them thought a thing about it. Such a nice man!
But Del Baker was not a nice man. He was a sex-fiend! And he most certainly wasn't a farmer, with a farm just up the road. He was a confidence man who swindled people.
Taking his good time starting the car, Del glanced from time to time at the two pair of exciting female thighs, a lewd passion growling lustily in his lower abdomen. His thighs were tingling and a lump was beginning to grow in his pants. Shooting a quick glance at his feminine prey, he caught Donna's eye and winked. "Well," he said cheerfully, "here we go, and where we go, nobody knows!"
The phrase confused Mrs. Masterson but it bothered Donna. She had seen something of a glint in the obliging man's eye, and knew what it meant because she had seen it so often. Bothered by a small pin-point of panic, Donna wriggled over to sit closer to her mother in the front seat.
The car started and, with a neck-snapping lurch, flew forward.
As the noisy missile shot forward ever faster, an insane gleam entered the driver's strangely set eyes. Donna was quick to see it; Sally saw it a moment later. Both froze in roaring horror. He was insane! Heading right toward the jogging figure of George Masterson that was approaching so rapidly.
George heard the commotion from the on-speeding car and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. A sudden stark terror electrified him and he made a quick movement to the center of the road, executing a neat somersault to break his fall and let him roll up. He felt the brush of the air boundaried on the front fender as the crazy vehicle missed killing him by just inches. Upon rolling to his feet, he was too shaken to be able to identify the common-looking car as it disappeared into the darkness. Shaking his fist at the anonymous drunk, he once again got his breath and began to jog lightly toward some place where he might find gas.
"YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Sally shrieked, now clutching her daughter.
"MMMmmmmaaaaaaa ... " Donna's call was a low moan of pure terror. Neither could believe what they had just seen, and the dreadful realization that this lunatic now had them in his evil clutches made them moan in unison.
"OOOoooooooooo ... "
"NNNnnnooooooo ... "
Incited by his knowledge that they were horror-stricken and vulnerable, he reached over and grappled with them, sending his hand wherever soft feminine flesh was to be touched.
"NNNOOOOOOO!!!" Sally Masterson shrieked as she felt his hot hand grasp one of her matronly breasts. Then she almost fainted when the lascivious hand seized the material of her new dress and yanked it and her brassiere right off, exposing her breasts.
"SHUTTUP!" he spat, slapping the hysterical lady across her tear-stained face. He slowed the car and reached down under his seat. Panic had taken its toll; they cowered against the door, Sally Masterson struggling to cover her naked breasts from the lewd leer of the insane driver.
Now they watched in suspense-filled dread as his hand came up. There was a flash and a click and suddenly they both saw what it was: A STILETTO! He held it toward them menacingly and pulled the car to a grinding stop. "Now get this, granny: this stiletto delivers! I could open you like a can of beans! Whack! and carve you like a turkey. Or perhaps perform a little open-heart surgery on gum drop here! Would you like that, mom? You could assist!" His voice grated worse than the unspeakable words, sending chills and icy fingers of terror shooting up their bodies. Now they had a knife to fear as well, and both dreaded the thought of being cut!
"Wh - wh - what do you wa - wa - waaannnnnnt of us?" Sally Masterson stammered, her voice completely out of control. Her fear-filled body quivered and she tried to flatten herself into the very material of the car door as she clutched her young daughter. Looking at the lascivious smirk on the demented man's face left little doubt in her motherly bosom what he wanted of them. Everything. The thought was too terrible! Just a few minutes before, she had been safe with her baby, and now! Now it was just too terrible! Now she and her baby were in the insane clutches of a sex-fiend, stopped by the side of a lonely road in the slowly gathering dark.
Frightened every bit as much as her mother, Donna had remained calm enough to try to find the door handle. To her stunning surprise, she felt there and found that there was none! It had been taken off. She winced and glanced at her mother nervously, now shaking and trembling. "OOOooooouuuuuuu ... " she cried, knowing that escape was cut off.
Del Baker giggled nervously, his lips spewing little white flecks of stipple as he giggled and chortled. "Well, girls," he abruptly growled, menacing them with his slashing blade, "which of you goes into the back seat? First, I mean?"
"My baby!" Sally Masterson cried, grasping Donna, "don't hurt my baby!!!"
"Ahmmmm, okay! Your baby jumps into the back seat - now is that fair? Baby? Kindly get your little ass into the back seat, will you now? Your mommie and I are going to have some fun and games here in front - and listen, nice little baby, if you know what's good for mommie's health, you won't try any funny shit, right?" These last words were spit directly into her face and she winced back and away from the alien smell of his acrid breath.
"Y-y-yes, s-s-sir!" she cried, not moving.
"NOW!" he yelled, and reached down between her legs savagely and rammed his distended thumb up against her trembling, delicate crotch.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" she screamed, vaulting over her mother and the back of the front seat in a whir of velvety thighs and taut pink nylon underpants. Chasing her was his thumb and cruel laugh.
She cowered against the corner, trembling and dry-mouthed by panic and concern for her mother. Her breath came in painful sobs as she tried to regain some control. "OOOOoooouuuuuuu ... "
"Now then, mommie, what's it going to be? Do you cooperate with me, or do I get into the back seat?" He knew that the woman would have to cooperate rather than see her daughter mutilated.
"Pppp - ppp - ppllleeeaaassse!" she cried, pressing herself against the door and shaking as though electrified.
"I asked you which it would be, mommie - now which'll it be?"
"God! Anything! But don't hurt my little baby!"
"Ah, now that's a sensible mommie. You hear that, baby, you got a sensible mommie! I hope you're sensible, because I'm going to have to ask you the same question!" He leered lasciviously at the cowering young child and sent his rough hand up her leg very slowly, curling it into the virginal softness between her upper thighs.
Finally he pressed the wetness of her crotch.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH! Some stuff! You'll do nicely - glad I stopped, but then I'll never pass up a hiking nymphet and her old lady!"
With this he turned to look at Sally Masterson. "And now for you, mommie. Come over here a little bit, will you?"
Pure undiluted terror raced up Sally Masterson's spine, making her shoulders quake. The thought of willingly letting herself be touched by a sadistic rapist repulsed her, but there was nothing she could do! If she didn't cooperate, that flashing knife blade might dart out and slice into the innocent flesh of her only daughter. It would be her fault for spilling Donna's blood, and then the man would undoubtedly kill her, too!
OH GOD, FORGIVE ME! she silently prayed, fearing an animal-like rape which would result in a lewd penetration of her delicate pussy. Inching tremblingly toward her leering captor, she had visions of utter degradation at the hands of this insane fiend, but no escape presented itself. She could imagine his obscene hands fondling her defenseless body, his alien tongue forcing itself into her resisting mouth, the first touch of his finger up against the cringing hair lined slit that was meant only for Mr. Masterson. Thinking about her husband, she suddenly blamed him for the precarious situation Donna and she were in. After all, if George hadn't been more prudent about the gasoline, wouldn't they all be safe now? Wouldn't this rape be averted???
She could hear Donna's quick breathing in back, the measured grunts from the man beside her in front. A quick image of this lewd rapist and Donna flashed through her mind - the man's long, thick penis plunging mercilessly into the defenseless little child's untouched vagina, Donna's pathetic screams of unendurable pain, the blood from that brutal rape trickling down the purity of those now-threatened thighs. Shaken by the immensity of her horrible situation, Sally tried to numb herself, to will her trembling body numb to the certain touches that would humiliate it, grossly degrade it, perhaps commit unspeakable acts of sexual perversion on it! Unspeakable acts of sexual perversion!
AND THEN HE TOUCHED HER!!!
His hand bared her ripe, lush, plump breasts, caressing the cool, pliant globes and roving over the dormant buds of her small nipples. Panic raced through her.
"OOOooohhhhhh nnnoooooo ... "
Incited to elevated lust by her guttural groan, he went right to her crotch with his other hand, forcing her legs brutally apart. Under her dress she was wearing, now, a slip - the top half of which was torn away along with the brassiere, a garter belt, underpants, and nylons. His nana slipped up over the raspy impersonalness of those nylons and suddenly slipped onto warm, soft flesh, the excitingly forbidden skin of her inner thighs! As he touched this lush skin, he grabbed one of her breasts savagely, twisting it as he shot his other hand right up against the nylon guarded crotch burning between her spread-apart legs.
"AAARRGGGHHHHHH!!!"
"Heh heh!" he chuckled, pressing his thumb up and around the flimsy film of nylon underpants, into the leg-band, and up against the soon-to-be ravaged lips of her cringing pussy. With a cruel thrust, he sent his thumb right up into her outraged vagina and impaled her on it as though she were Jack Horner's plum!
Now she starkly realized that the man hadn't been joking about a thing. His thumb had penetrated her, he had ripped the very top of her brand new dress open, he had threatened them with an evil looking knife, and he had almost killed the defenseless Masterson. Were there no ends to which he wasn't prepared to go??? She was wishing that she and Donna would magically wake up from the nightmare, but she was already being pinched - by the man's obscenely grasping hand at her breasts - so she painfully accepted that it was no dream. No, this was bitter reality. A rape on the, way to grandma and grandpa's house! Suddenly an idea struck her - A WAY TO SAVE DONNA!
Summoning all her strength, she opened her eyes and looked at the man. "C - c - can I - I - I make a deal - with you?" she whispered, revolted by her closeness and willingness to give herself to him. The very idea of cooperating in such adultery was foreign to her, but she knew that anything had to be tried - and done - to save Donna!
He began to caress her breasts with revolting familiarity, as though they were his own property. He smiled evilly. "A deal, mommie? What kind of a deal?"
She licked her dry lips and tried to breathe through her panic and horrible excitement. "If you let my daughter go, I will do anything ... " As she finished saying that her jaw was set and her eyes were steady against his, proving to him that she utterly meant it. She would give him anything.
He looked up, striking a pensive pose as though thinking about it, considering it very seriously. Then, a frank smile lighting his face, he asked: "What do you mean, anything -?"
"Anything!" she cried in anguish.
"Like the moon? Or a million dollars?" he teased, still rubbing her breasts and slowly thumb-fucking her with tense, rotary plunges.
"I mean me! I'll do anything! But PLEASE let her go!" She was now sobbing uncontrollably, and tears fell from her smooth wet cheeks onto the plundered orbs of her breasts.
"You'll do anything?" he continued tauntingly, teasing her with sadistic glee. "Please be specific!"
"I - I can't say what - while my daughter is here! PLEASE, can't you understand?"
"Look, mommie, I know about assuming things, see? Now you take the word 'assume' for instance. Ass, u, and me, get it? If I assume something, I make an ass of you and me! So no, I don't understand if you don't tell me in plain, simple American! Now, if I like your deal, I'll let baby back there go free, is that fair? Hunh, is it?" He prodded her pussy urgently.
A ray of hope sprang up for Sally Masterson, but she couldn't bear to tell the man what she would do in front of her own daughter. After all, she had tried to be a model of purity for Donna, and all that work could be wiped out by one wrong word now! The vast dilemma shook her but time was short. Her daughter's purity, if not very life, depended upon it! "Donna, cover your ears! I am forced to say bad things for this gentleman!" Then, she turned and glared at the slight man, hatred mingling with fear in her wet eyes. "I will let you have intercourse with me."
"Oh, big fucking deal! Intercourse? Are you kidding?"
"What else is there?" she queried abjectly.
"Aw, you didn't get your age without picking up some clues, mommie! Now, how's about cocksucking? You like to suck cock?"
"UUURRRGGGHHH!" and she coughed, almost retching.
"HHMMMPPHHH! I see that you have! Very well, will you suck me off? For baby's freedom? Would you be willing to do a very good job of that? For baby's freedom?" His voice lacked all semblance of lewd viciousness despite the obscene words used. He was now in his element, convincing her with hope, like dangling a carrot before the nose of a hungry horse.
The thought of his alien penis in her mouth revolted Sally, but she knew that she could always gargle and brush her teeth several times, and Donna would be free! Her face was puckered at the unpleasant anticipation of having to taste and smell his foul, dank genitals, but she knew that she would have to. "Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what, mommie? Like I said, always be clear-ABC!"
"For Donna's freedom, I will suck you off - and do a very good job of it!"
"Well, that's nice. But you'd better ask Donna if that's all right!"
"NNNOOOOO!!!"
"So, no deal!"
"MOM!" Donna cried, "don't do it! Don't do it!!!" She had heard the whole thing. "I'll die first, mom, really!"
"Hush, Donna! I have to do it! It's your only chance, can't you see?"
"But, mom!"
"I can clean up after, baby! It won't hurt much!"
"That's right, baby! She can clean up after! It won't hurt - much!!! Not at all, in fact! You can even watch!"
"I won't watch!"
"You WILL watch! Now up here! And you, mommie, kindly unzip my trousers, will you? Be careful, now. Baby's freedom depends on how nice you are. Oh, and by the way, I want to occupy myself while you're gobbling my cock - do you mind if I play with baby's genitals just a leetle beet before she is set free?"
"NNNOOO!!! No, you can't!"
"Oh, shucks - darn! Well then, maybe I can play with you?"
"YYYEEESSSSSS!!!"
"Ah, that's mighty sporting of you, mommie. You play with me, I play with you, and we're both happy! What a good deal!"
He sat back a little to the right of the steering wheel and smiled. Looking toward his left, he saw Donna's terror-contorted face only two feet away. Blowing her a kiss, he chuckled again, and sighed as he felt the woman's hand move over onto his bulge. Then there was a slow metallic whine as the zipper came down.
Sally sat close beside the man and was turned to face him. She reached out with her right hand and located the mound of his erect penis, pushed it gently away from the zipper, and opened his fly. Revulsion filled her at the touch of her hand against his out-sized male organ, and she tried to blank the whole degrading sequence out of her mind. But the harder she tried, the more real everything became. The sound of the zipper rang in her ears ominously! As it went down, a pungent, dank odor of unwashed genitals wafted up to her nostrils, dizzying her and making her swallow back a violent outpouring of vomit! Then, reaching into his fly slowly, she grazed the hot, throbbing shaft of his erect penis with her fingertips, groaning as she did. "OOOOoooooooooo."
Carefully removing the living shaft, Sally was shaken by tremendous thunderbolts of shame and humiliation. Here she was, actually holding another man's sex organ! Only very seldom would she even touch George's, her husband's!!! The feeling of that huge shaft in her hand terrified her because it was so big! At least twice as long as George's, and twice as thick! What a cruel weapon! She began to understand everything then - IT WAS TOO BIG FOR NORMAL INTERCOURSE!
That's why he's a pervert! she said to herself, relieved that he couldn't possibly get that long, thick protuberance up into any woman. She and Donna were a bit safer from it! Some of her fear dissipated and she found that she was unconsciously squeezing the shaft. Her small hand only just fit around the hotness of the throbbing tube. Slowly, demandingly, she began to fondle it, rubbing the slippery and loose skin sensuously against the harness of the blood-laden shaft. Her hand massaged the hot skin like this and slowly began an urgent pumping motion. All the way forward, piqued more by curiosity than any desire to please him, she placed her thumb against the rubbery-like bulbous head, and massaged the velvet-like knob sensuously. All this time her panic hovered over her, colored by a breathless excitement. The humiliating lewdness of her impossible situation, the fact that she was being forced at knife-point to do this, exonerated her slightly, releasin' her from the tremendous sense of guilt that she would otherwise feel if engaged in such depravity. And, she reasoned, if I humor him by satisfying him in this defiling way, he will release my poor Donna! So I must do a good job!
SAYING THIS, SHE LOWERED HER FACE SLOWLY.
The scent of his genitals filled her nostrils, making a shot of animal excitement jolt her. With supreme self-disgust, she saw what this was: corporeal betrayal! Her body was attempting to betray her mind and her morality! With grim determination, she vowed that this wouldn't be the case!
Donna leaned forward over the back of the front seat and watched as though hypnotized as her mother's well-brushed hair went down and covered the man's lap. Although it was late dusk, there was enough light for her to make out the movements very clearly - so clearly, in fact, that the horrible fascination of it all welded her innocent young eyes to the disgustingly unnatural scene.
As she watched, she saw Baker's hand slide down the dress still clinging to her mother's back, down and down, slowly and insidiously to the flared hips and down to the bunched-up hem. She wanted to grab that hand and bite it, but she didn't dare! The man may kill them!!! So she was forced to watch without aiding her poor, threatened mother. It was nightmarish!!!
Panic seized Donna's guts as she watched that sinewy hand take the hem of her mother's dress and slowly pull it up, revealing those two nyloned legs and finally the upper thighs so white and bare. Then the dress came up over the white undergarments, the underpants and garter belt! Her mother's fanny was almost exposed!
PLEASE DON'T HURT MOMMIE!
As she slowly lowered her head, Sally tried to switch her consciousness to a numb-off position. The scent was overpowering her, smelling as it did of jock-straps or over-worn underwear. The very lewdness of the odor was somehow tantalizing, and she closed on the wicked cudgel she held so tightly by the base. She felt the young man's hand as it crept down her back, but didn't resist. She had made a deal, and there was no turning back. She knew that she couldn't enjoy it, most certainly not! It was filthy, obscene, loathsome, depraved, unnatural, and brutal - but she would do it! Just as her tongue flicked out to experimentally flick the rubbery-like knob, she felt his hand slide to the top of her underpants and garter belt. Then she felt him shift under her, and suddenly both hands were on her exposed posterior.
His voice broke the evil spell. "I get to talk to baby, you know! That's not touching her! I promised not to touch her. But I can talk to her!" It was a statement said in a way that didn't permit argument.
Baker hooked his fingers into the material of her panties and garter belt and pushed those garments down, exposing the broad white smoothness of Sally Masterson's backside. He shoved them down to her knees, and then his hands swept up and grasped her hemline, pulling the hem all the way up under her armpits. This left her back, waist, hips, buttocks, and trembling thighs all exposed to his hot eager eyes.
Looking up, he saw Donna watching intently, her eyes filled with something like horror. "Ever see your mommie's ass before, baby?" he taunted, smiling at the psychological shock he knew that he was inflicting on her.
She only shook her head numbly.
"Look, reach down, will you? - oooohhhh! ahhhhhh!! yesssss!!! - mommie has just started to lick the knob of my cock! Atta way, mommie! You're doing fine! Now then, baby: I told you to touch one of those globes, right? If not, I open your mommie up right before your eyes with my flashing blade of steel!"
It was all too horrible! There was something irreligious about touching her mother's buttocks, but the man meant business - after all, her mother was doing something much worse! So she reached out and barely grazed one of the oblong orbs of exposed flesh with the tip of her finger.
"No, no, no! Not like that! Like this!!" and he grasped one of the buttocks and massaged it lasciviously. "Hey down there, mommie! You had better get with it and stop teasing me! Hear?"
"I - I - I can't ... " Donna was in tears.
"Oh, sure you can, honey! It's easy, and it feels good, too! You won't hurt her, and it's part of the deal! Now you like her, don't you?" He wagged his head raffishly, disarmingly. "Sure you do! I can see it! So rub her, just like this!"
Sally ovaled her lips widely and lowered her face over the bulbous knob of his lust-inflamed prick. As she did, she felt the not unpleasant sensation of the man rubbing her fanny, a forbidden pleasure for her that not even George knew about! The feeling of his hands on her buttocks may have been outrageous, but there was also more than some small pleasure to it. It was certainly objectionable that Donna rub those buttocks, but she didn't want a knife opening her belly so she accepted the humiliation with resignation. Besides, it certainly wouldn't hurt Donna, not after witnessing all of this! Then she felt something that made her jerk in electric terror! A finger pressed against her anus!
GOD NO!!! NOT THERE!!!!!!
Baker pressed his index finger against the fleshy little knot of her cringing asshole and rotated his hand, screwing the finger right in with a lust-maddening pop. Suddenly the finger was in, up to the joint, surrounded by a lust-arousing hotness.
Pushing the finger all the way in, Baker began to buck his lewdly entrapped cock up into the buttery depths of Sally Masterson's mouth, oral fucking her while sodomizing her anally, right before the unbelieving eyes of young, innocent Donna Masterson! Adding insult to injury, he spoke to Donna. "You see, I have put my whole finger right into mommie's asshole, and is it ever good! Have you ever tried that? Putting your finger into mommie's asshole?" His voice was so kind that he might have been a preacher.
Sally's body was wracked with shooting pains as the finger surged cruelly into the tender sheath of her molested rectum. Nobody had ever put anything there before, not even a rectal thermometer! Volt-like stabs of electric pain shot up her spine, but she dared not protest! Donna's freedom! God, she had to tolerate it, no matter how bad it was! The pain was fantastic, and shot up her backbone to her brain, dizzying her and making her wish for death.
And the cruel, savage thrusts of his immense weapon were hurting her mouth, slamming against the back of her mouth. She licked and lapped at the head every chance she got, and pressed her lips tightly against the saliva-soaked shaft as it slithered in and out of her mouth. All this while she grasped the shaft firmly at the base, her hand touching the wiry mass of dense pubic hair against his bone-hard pelvis. Due to the depravity and unbearable pain, the entire sequence had begun to take on an unreal, dream-like quality, and she relaxed, hoping that the pain might subside.
TO HER UTTER AMAZEMENT, IT DID!
The lewdly penetrating finger didn't hurt nearly so much now, tightly wedged into her rectum as it was. There was a dull ache, but the shooting pains had stopped. What hurt now was not her savagely plundered rectum or the burgeoning head of his prick as it battered up into her pallet, it was what she was hearing!
He was telling Donna to put her finger in!
With intense relief, she felt the red-hot branding iron on his finger slowly slide out of her rectum. Pleased, she put a bit more effort into her cocksucking, and worked the head of his prick in her mouth so that it pressed wetly, excitedly against her rapidly working gullet. Depressing her tongue and moving down, she found that - with supreme effort - she could slip that oversized cock-head into her very throat!
Del Baker smiled at this new enthusiasm, and once again ordered the balking young child to sodomize her mother's uplifted asshole.
Whimpering, Donna tentatively reached forward with her index finger outstretched. At the hot wet contact she sobbed aloud, but there was no alternative, so slowly, determinedly, she screwed the digit down, down until she felt the elastic nether ring open to accept her trembling penetration. A forbidden sensation of pure lewdness filled her as the finger-tip was surrounded by her mother's anal tightness, and she thrust the finger all the way to the hilt, temporarily resigned to doing anything the terrible man may demand. A tingling excitement buzzed through her, heightened by the man's obvious enjoyment of what her mother's mouth was doing to him. He continued to groan and moan when not talking.
Del Baker didn't care if he gave the girls pleasure or not, but he thought that it might completely shatter their relationship and obviously puritanical facade if he could get the mother to respond to sex like any common whore. He knew how to whip any woman into lewd arousal so they would cry out like depraved whores to be fucked harder and still harder. So, grinning in the gathering darkness, he decided to play Sally off against Donna, and maybe watch what would happen to them!
His hand went down between her legs, down to the wet flanges that protected the sheath of her exciting vagina. "AAAUUUMMMMMM, mmmmmmm, that's right, baby - you just keep your finger in there like a good little girl - you're doing just fine! Why don't you shove it in and out, but do it nicely, right? Don't want to hurt mommie's seater, y'know. And, meanwhile, I'll make mommie feel real good! Is that nice?"
"Uh, yes sir," Donna said.
"Please call me Del, baby!"
"Yes, Del." Her finger began to screw in and out, and the lascivious, incestuous sodomy caused burning rivers of fire to spring out in her loins. Her other hand began to massage the back part of her mother's upper thigh, a silent gesture to tell her mother that she was indeed sorry for what she was being forced to do. She rubbed lovingly, erotically, urgently.
Wow! Del thought, this is going to be a snap! and his finger slipped into the hair-covered lips of her cringing pussy. All this while he withheld his climax with a will of tempered steel! He was going to shoot his steaming load of hot white sperm well!
HE CARESSED THOSE LIPS PERFECTLY!
God, Sally thought, what's he doing to me? So good, so very good! Is my body going to betray me? He's going to have to stop that or I can't be held responsible! Why doesn't George do this to me anymore??? Does this horrible, repugnant rapist find me attractive? God, those strokes of his obscene fingers are making my bottom begin to burn with that forbidden thrill I haven't felt for years! And Donna! I forgive you, Donna! I know he's making you do those perverted things - but, God, it's starting to feel good! NNNGGGUUUHHHHH! How can I??? Thrills I couldn't ever describe, wouldn't ever want to remember, are tearing me apart, making my heart thunder high in my chest! This is bad! Perverted! Filthy! God, how can I be a party to it? MY BODY IS FALLING TO PIECES!!!
A generous gush of seldom-used lubricating fluid was beginning to froth up to the quivering flesh of her cuntal lips, from her steaming vagina. Her clitoris was now a hard little nub, sending out spears of pure pleasure at every knowing stroke of the demented rapist's dove-like hand. Inflamed by her mad passion, Sally was rapidly disintegrating, losing all respectability and replacing it with a passionate hunger for erotic satisfaction. The beast in her was slowly surfacing, screaming out for womans' due, and her hands dug into his trousers, seeking the wrinkled sac of soft skin containing those two sperm-filled nuts that were her only concern. As her inflamed clitoris telegraphed aroused sexuality to every lust-burning cell in her body, she sucked harder and harder, nipping and licking, lapping and sucking. She took the long, rangy instrument all the way into the eagerly sucking depths of her rapidly working gullet and her ovaled lips pressed with animal abandon against his wild thatch of saliva-soaked pubic wire. She had to have every inch of that exciting cock!!!
"AAAHHHHMMMMMMMMM!" she growled from deep in her throat.
The sound of her mother's obvious excitement inflamed Donna, who could hear that her mother was enjoying the lewd melee of sex.
At this moan of pure provocative sexuality, Del Baker smiled triumphantly at Donna, his face not hard but serene. "She likes it," he whispered, bringing his face closer to Donna's. "Be very gentle with her. Work your fingers into her behind slowly, while I do this. And how's about a little kiss?"
Donna's lower body was engulfed in a pool of flame and her head was in the clouds. She was tremendously aroused at the touch of the female flesh and tightly clasping asshole. Further shots of sexual pleasure shook her as she realized that both her mother and Del were lost in a private ecstasy, one that excluded her. So, this burning in her mind, she leaned forward, her lips puckered for a kiss from the man she had begun to like while in her demented state of complete sexual abandon. Her mother's moans were driving her crazy!!!
At the touch of his lips she tightened up, tensing for something unpleasant. But, to her surprise, the kiss was nice, and she found her lips opening to accept the hot wet tongue that he pressed so urgently against them. After all, she reasoned, if mom has his penis in her mouth, shouldn't I take his tongue? The tongue seared in, and inflamed her to dizzying heights of arousal. She threw the hand that had been massaging her mother's thighs around his neck and smashed his head forward, mashing her lips against his in a searing kiss. Their tongues mingled desperately, and Donna cried out from the depths of her bosom for more, more, more! Her budding adolescence was now throbbing between her legs, sending up shots of demanding sexual hunger! Her pussy ached for attention now!
"MMMMMMmmmmmnnnnnnn!" she moaned, sucking his tongue and holding him passionately to her. Her full, ripe breasts cried for that mouth! Those hot, passionate lips had to go onto her breasts to put out the fire! She forced herself away brusquely, gasping for air.
"OOOHHH!" she gasped, "suck my tits! Please!" and she hurriedly shucked off her blouse and brassiere, throwing them onto the back seat without any care.
Del Baker's eyes bugged at the sight of the two magnificent globes. They were without any doubt the finest specimens of mammary glands he had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on! High and large, with a youthful sheen, they were capped by two roseate aureoles and adolescent nipples. He continued to minister to Sally Masterson's steaming, screaming labia and clitoris as he twisted and reached forward, his mouth watering at the sight of those supple orbs. Those succulent young breasts were about to be tasted!
Hearing Donna's voice saying such a thing doubled Sally's animal arousal, and suddenly the thought of being fucked made more sense than not! Her gurgling cunt had to have his hot, throbbing shaft - he had to sink that powerful weapon right up into her belly if it was the last thing he did! Breathless, she pulled her head up and gasped in a sex-coarsened rasp: "OMIGAWD! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! YOU HHAAAAVVWVVE TO!!!"
Her hand pumped his turgid shaft deliriously.
Del restrained a chuckle, but brought his ready lips away from the eagerly excited young flesh of Donna's waiting breasts.
"You want me to fuck you, mommie? All right!" and with a strength she couldn't believe, he hoisted her up so that she faced him on the front seat, her legs spread wide, her knees bent so that her feet dangled beyond his knees.
Her breasts were naked, pendulous, burning and heavy, and they smashed against his chest, helped by Sally's desire to clutch the man passionately. Instinctively, her cuntal lips seemed to open for the gratifying penetration and, with a mindless abandon, she thrust downward as she felt the rubbery head of his burgeoning knob graze those well-lubricated flanges.
Del Baker couldn't have been more pleased! He was going to crack the old lady like a walnut, and bring her to such heights of pure animal lust that she would never be the same! And then he would degrade her! Humiliate her! Debase her utterly, ripping off every shred of her cloak of self-righteous puritanism - and right before the eyes of her daughter!!! And then, for an encore, he was going to turn the daughter on to the most depraved forms of sex, with her mother's help! He was as good with his cock as Leonard Bernstein is with the sacred baton of the New York Philharmonic - and he intended to conduct the orchestra of Sally Masterson's body into a sexual valley that not even Mussorgsky would be able to believe!
Thus inspired, Del met Sally's downward lunge with a super-human buck of his own - and the air of the car was split by a blood-curdling screech that froze Donna's blood in her very veins!
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOO-OOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
"UUURRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" he grunted, slamming the rock-hard prick up into her split orifice as hard as he could. He knew that her eyes had been bigger than her stomach, so to speak, but he had to admire her fool's courage, thinking that she could take his huge cock up into her cunt as though it were a peanut! His hands pressed down on the smooth, quivering nakedness of her hips and he wriggled, impaling her further and further despite her screams of agony.
Her screams of murder only served to incite him to further savage bestiality, and he bucked up, forcing her down, until he felt the entire length of his blood-filled male excitement covered by her steaming hot quivering wetness.
Her brutally-stretched vaginal walls revolted at the insane penetration, and she knew that she would never be the same! The bulbous knob of his huge protuberance seemed to be up into her belly, knocking the wind right out of her! She gasped and flailed her head wildly, trying for all her worth to free her tortured vagina from the impaling shaft!
Del pressed downward while wriggling from side to side until her widely-spread thighs were tight against him. Then he pushed her back, grasping her spasmodically quivering shoulders. When she was forced almost to arms length, sobbing hysterically, he began a slow, sensual massaging of her generous breasts, bucking up and down slowly by moving his buttocks.
"STOP THAT! YOU BEAST!" Donna screamed at him from her cowering place in the corner of the back seat.
"Patience, honey," he said over his shoulder, no hint of anger in his smooth, well-modulated voice. "Just watch mommie here, while I give her a real taste of cock!" All this while he worked his lust-hardened cock up and down into her ravaged vagina and manipulated her soft, pneumatic breasts, rotating his palms erotically of her awakening nipples. He was comfortable and happy.
Impaled on his out-sized cudgel, Sally had suddenly become covered by a thin mist or cold perspiration. Skyrockets of dizzying pain shook her whole frame, and she thought that she was going to faint or die from the insane brain-searing pain. Her cervix was being pushed upward and the lips of her savagely ravaged pussy were stretching beyond endurance! But there was something else!
HOT WAVES OF LUST WERE MIXING WITH THE PAIN!!!!
Bending her back like that and thrusting in and out, the hard veins of his probing shaft rubbed excitedly against her aroused clitoris! Each rub deadened the pain and sent a shower of sex-sparks burning into her body. It happened in only five seconds! From searing pain to total ecstasy!!!
He accelerated his fucking, and smiled at what he heard.
"See, honey? Listen to your old lady! It just hurts for a minute, like jumping into a cold - uurrrgghhhh uurrgghhmm - pool! Nothing to it! Uuurrrggghhh, mmmppphhhh!"
Unbelieving at the dramatic change, Donna crept forward and watched the lewd sight with hot, unblinking eyes. She had never seen her mother naked, and certainly had never seen her mother and father make love - just as she had never seen anyone make love! And now she was actually witnessing it! Her mother and a total stranger! And her mother was saying such horrible things!
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, hhhaaarrrddddeeerrr!" On and on and on! And that wet, slick clicking noise! And the scent of sex, pungent! The sight of the man's hands grasping her mother's large breasts! The pubic hairs at the base of her mother's naked belly! And those legs spread wide! Soft, white legs! And that darker penis, so big and hard, moving back and forth right up into her mother's sucking pussy! The noise! The sight! The smells! That click click click and mother's obscenities - the man's grunts! Fish smells!
"JESUS CHRIST!" Donna screamed, "is this real???!!!" She wasn't even mindful of swearing. Vertigo slapped her mind around viciously, tumbling her, and she had to clutch the back of the front seat to retain her balance. Her senses sucked up the sexual sensations and her hand slipped slowly down to one of her naked breasts, cupping it in rhythm with the in-and-out thrusts of that dark penis into her mother's light belly.
Delbert Baker sensed that Donna was steamed up - what little girl wouldn't be, watching her mother in the throes of ecstasy while being fucked by him? Without missing a stroke, he removed one of his hands from Sally's aroused breasts and threw it over the back of the front seat, finding and possessing Donna's wet little crotch with no resistance from her at all. Quite the contrary! She pulled her panties down and guided his finger to the place where she was burning and itching! Her pussy had gone insane!!!
"Yesssss," she whispered in his ear as his finger found the already wet cleft of her previously untouched little cunt.
"Of course, my little sweetie," he replied easily. "Rub on that however you want, and I'll make you feel good too!"
Under his breath Delbert was philosophizing. Goddamn women, he mused, they're all the same! Give them one taste of cock and they become animals! Honest to God, no decency at all! Glad I'm not a woman, who'd meet up with a prick like me!!!
Sally was not in the Twilight Zone, she had fallen through to The Other Side! Her breath was coming in and going out strongly, in vocal moans of sheer, unadulterated sexual ecstasy! She knew that she was being fucked good and proper, something she had never experienced before. George was a monster of a man, to be sure; at least twice the size of Baker. But he had a small penis and didn't know how to use it! Three or four quick jabs - if that - and a stiffness and ejaculation! Sally was, she knew, partly to blame for this. Missionary position, with lifted nightgown. But this! Wild, abandoned sex, with a brutal, demented maniac! In a car! Right in front of Donna! She could hear Donna's mews and cries of ecstasy, and wondered what the nasty little girl was up to. OOOOHHHH, GO FOREVER, GO FOREVER - FUCK ME FOR ALL THOSE TIMES I'VE MISSED, YOU BASTARD!!! and she began to buck down on his plummeting cock with a fury she didn't know she possessed!
Sally knew that she was going to have a deadly orgasm, one which would tumble her like limp clothes in the dryer! Her toes ached because they were so tightly curled. Her breasts were aflame and those rivers of fire coursed down to her happily weeping pussy. She felt so depraved and fine that she screamed out deliriously: "DONNA, WHAT'S HE DOING TO YOU?"
"Fingering me, mommie!" came the coarse reply, followed by ooouuuummmmsss and ooohhhhhhhhsss of erotic gratification.
The thought of a stranger's finger up her daughter's virginal cunt would normally enrage Sally Masterson, but now it only served to incite her to greater lust.
Divested of every shred of decency, Sally called out to Del: "OOOHHH, FUCK ME, YOU FIEND, FUCK ME LIKE YOU'VE NEVER FUCKED BEFORE!"
"Right on!" he said, titillated by the lascivious puritan. He was concentrating idly on other things in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, but the demanding hotness of Donna's clasping cunt on his wildly working finger aroused him, breaking in on his sex-oriented consciousness repeatedly. He had found her clitoris, which was nothing but a little vein-like mound running up from within her tight labia to the front of her pubis. Massaging this like an expert, he was gratified to hear her wild panting of heightened passion, and he licked his lips in eager anticipation of having her, fucking her, eating her, sodomizing her, using her. She would make a good traveling companion for him - until he tired of her, anyway. Pretty little thing like that! And maybe with mother's permission! Oh well, he said to himself, time will tell! Who know? Maybe mommie here is better! Some fox, mommie!
"HHHAAARRRDDDEEERRRRRR!!!" Sally cried.
Very well, mommie, Del thought, and pulled his finger from Donna's cunt, hoping to irritate the young child by doing that.
He did. She was furious!
He grasped Sally's commodious hips and began to slam into her like the head satyr in Diana's court, fucking with a fury that threatened to make even him breathless.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! God yes, that's fine!!!!"
Sally had never felt so tremendous in her life, and suddenly she owed her life, she felt, to this unpredictable stranger! He had brought her together with herself for the first time in her life. His buzzing cock, thundering up into the aroused membranes of her hungry vagina, was a magic wand, spreading delicious sparks of sexual fulfillment that she had never, dreamed existed. Every stroke of that huge, slithering, rasping shaft filled her with a desire for another, and hot waves of fantastic urgency were beginning to flush her entire system. Her cuntal lips clasped the throbbing hotness of his thundering male flesh deliriously, sucking at that throbbing shaft of sexual gratification. Her fallopian tubes were glowing like neon, and suddenly all the nerve ends in her body seemed to begin an incandescent burning.
"I'M CUUUUUTJMMMMMIIIIINNNNNG!" she cried, throwing herself forward and clutching the man to her breasts passionately, her ass grinding down on his tremendous cock.
"UUURRRGGGHHHHHH - ME TOO!" he called back, bucking up now in short, savage lunges, trying to break right into her uterus through her tightly puckered cervix. His lips smashed against hers in a branding kiss and as his tongue met hers, his steaming spew of orgasmic froth rushed from his hotly exploding balls and raced headlong down his plunging cock, spurting out to splash searingly against the thirsty vaginal end, drenching it with a cup of hot stick cum.
She felt it and hunched down deliriously, eager to have every last drop of his precious seminal fluid. Her body somehow craved it and, as her own death-defying orgasm slashed viciously down on her, she clutched him with passionate abandon, mixing her saliva with his as her orgasmic gush covered his thundering prick hotly!
As though hit by a hammer, Sally slumped forward, unconscious.
Del sat back, groaning and letting the last few feeble squirts of his semen spurt up into her now lax vaginal sheath. Then, without any ceremony at all, he lifted the unconscious woman and eased her over the back of the front seat. "Lend a hand, will you?"
"Is my mom all right?" the incredulous girl asked.
"Sure. She just fainted because it was so good!"
CHAPTER II
Donna Masterson eased her mother's semi-naked body onto the back seat of the car and regarded it with mixed emotions. What she had just witnessed boggled her, leaving her confused but very curious and inquisitive. She recalled most of the events leading up to the present very lucidly, and wondered how a man who seemed to be so violent or insane could, in such a short space of time, bring her mother to such erotic ecstasy that the woman would use foul language and beg to be fucked. And then faint, on top of it, while screaming like a common slut! Inquisitive about her mother's physical condition, she reached down between those now quiet legs and scooped her hand through the wetness, feeling a lewd rush of forbidden pleasure burn into her own thighs and lower belly. Glancing forward furtively, she saw that the young man had lit a cigarette and was starting the car.
Thus certain that she wouldn't be discovered, she felt into her mother's crotch to see if there was any blood. After all, her screams at very first sounded like she was being murdered. She scooped some of the wetness out and examined her fingers very carefully. No blood at all! Nothing but something that smelled like old fish. Not a bad smell. An interesting one. Intriguing and rather arousing. She wiped the hand on her mother's hiked-up dress.
The car began to move forward, slower this time.
Her hand went back to the crotch of her sleeping mother and tentatively stuck to it, moving around in the furry wetness. The touch aroused her, and she placed a finger into the hole that was still so wet. It was slack. She knew that her pussy was a lot tighter, but put her finger up into hers just to check. This is something that Donna never would have done before this night. But now she was curious and excited, eager to know what this thing is that's so powerful that it can make a woman change so radically, act contrary to her morality, and then faint. She wondered if her dad had an effect like that on her mother and, if so, why she didn't ever hear her mother scream and call out to be fucked harder. And she also wondered what her father would do to her mom if he knew!!!
Aha! she said to herself, he wouldn't like it! Thou shall not commit adultery! Mom might have had to do something with this man, hut she didn't have to enjoy it! She didn't have to turn into such a sex-crazed animal - unless ... unless this man is really something special!
Her pussy began to itch again as she pondered this. Her experience with sex had been what she had seen this very night, and nothing more! Oh, that boy with the fast car had played with her, but she had struggled with him, making that a fight and not sex! But this, this was SEX, and Donna was intrigued. True, she was still rather frightened of the man, but she was more interested in him than frightened of him. After all, hadn't he ended up being land to her? Friendly? And hadn't he given her mother so much pleasure that her mother fainted? She definitely had to know more about sex.
"Del?"
"Yes, baby. What do you want?"
"Can I come up and sit with you?"
"Sure you can! C'mon right up!"
"You - you won't - hurt me, will you?"
"Why, hurt you, baby? Wouldn't think of it! C'mon up and you can play with me a while, and tell me about yourself."
Just as Donna climbed over the back of the front seat dressed in nothing but her micro-skirt and vinyl boots, Mr. Masterson finally caught a ride with a farmer who could make at least twenty miles an hour in his 1938 Ford pick-up. He was going by a gas station up the road about twenty miles, but he reckoned that it might'n't be open this late ...
Del Baker had almost a full tank of gas; he had filled up at the same station Masterson had stopped at, and had played a hand of five card stud with the kid for payment, double or nothing. Naturally, the kid lost. Among other things, Baker was a passable card mechanic. So now, well fortified with gas and Masterson's females, he made his way casually down the empty road, glancing at the closed Skelly station hovering darkly all by itself.
"Out of gas, were you?" he asked Donna, striking up a calm little conversation. He smiled over at her as though they had been friends for years.
"Yes. My dad had an argument with the boy back at the last station, and so he left."
"Gosh, that's pretty awful!" he said, thinking that her dad had done more than one thing the wrong way. Her dad, he was judging, must be a bit of a dunce for arguing with greasers, and letting a mere kid get his goat. Also, he must not be too much of a man if he's got such a fucked-around wife. Puritan who obviously gobbles up her sex all right! Ah, well, dad, we'll see what we'll see! "What does your daddy do, baby?"
"Please call me Donna, won't you? I know you're only mocking my mom when you call me baby."
"Not at all! Donna, if you prefer, but you're wrong about me mocking your mother! Gosh, would I do a thing like that?"
"Yes."
"Aw, come on now! I would not, neither!!!"
"You don't have to talk like that to me! I'm no baby, you know!"
"Well, you're mommie's baby! And I thought that maybe you'd be my baby," he added, placing his hand up between her legs, wet and hot against her still-throbbing pussy.
"Maybe I was a baby, but I don't feel like one now -"
"You mean after what happened?"
"After what happened."
"Pretty awful, wasn't it? Have you ever seen anybody else screw your mommie? I mean, like your daddy or the milkman, or maybe even one of mommie's old boy friends?"
"No, I haven't! Not even daddy."
"But they screw, don't they? I mean, they fuck, don't they?"
"Well, I'm here, aren't I?"
He laughed heartily and patted her leg in a paternal manner, taking his hand away from her hot pussy to do it! "But of course! How stupid of me to forget that you're actually here! In the flesh, along with your mother! Boy, isn't she something?"
"What do you mean?"
"She was hard at first, wasn't she? I mean, playing for you that she didn't like it and all. But you know, it was only a game. Boy, she hollered like a stuck pig - excuse me, I mean like she was being killed - when she sucked that cock of mine right up her great big cave! I mean, my cock hardly touched the sides. Saw you playing with her back there by the way. Big, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said, her color rising and her breath coming hard. He had actually seen her doing something forbidden but he didn't bawl her out about it! Just casually accepted it. His hand was back in her lap and hers covered it warmly, pressing harder onto it as his finger wormed into the silky cleft and began to rub her sex-thirsty clitoris.
"Do you often play with your mommie when she's sleeping?"
"NNNOOOOOOO!!! NO! NO! NO!"
"Well, methinks thou protest a bit loudly! Aw, well, maybe I have a fledgling Lesbian on my hands!"
"What's a Lesbian?"
"That, my little baby Donna, is a girl who likes girls. Do you like girls? I mean to suck and fuck?"
"Good Heavens no! I like girls, sure, but not to do anything nasty with! Who'd do that?"
"Who? Ah, well now, you'd be surprised! More people than you'd imagine, my little one. By the way, how does this feel, this; what I'm doing up you with my finger?"
"Well - it kind of hurts because you're doing it too hard. And if you could go sideways, too - yeah! right there! AAAHHH, that feels just fine! I feel terrible!"
"You do? Good Lord, why?"
"Well, I'm worried about my dad. And hey! Why did you try to run him over back there - you did, didn't you?"
"Me? Try to run your dad over? I wouldn't do anything like that! Hey, that was all a close call. Boy, that's why I'm driving so slowly now!"
"But why didn't you pick him up?"
"ARE YOU KIDDING? I intended to screw your mommie - don't you understand that?"
"But how did you know that she wanted to screw?"
"I saw that look in her eyes, and I smelled it!"
"Smelled it?"
"Sure! She smelled like she was in heat."
"I didn't think so!"
"And I'm positive that your daddy didn't either!"
"What does it smell like, heat?"
He pulled his finger out of her pussy and brought it to his nose as though it were coated with some precious broth. Inhaling deeply, he let out a heavy sigh of apparent satisfaction and then licked his lips. "Now," he told her tolerantly, thrusting the juicy integer under her pert nose, "smell that for heat! Boy, you have one really delightful pussy, Donna."
"I don't like the smell. Ish!"
To her utter amazement, he took the finger back and stuck it right between his puckered out lips. "MMNM-MMMM! Best heat I've ever tasted! Boy, Donna, if we could can this stuff of yours and get it on the market, why we'd be millionaires!"
"You - you just licked it off!" she said, gasping and wide-eyed. Her head shook slightly in disbelief.
"Well of course! You weren't saving it for something, were you? I mean, you got plenty more, I know!"
His finger slipped back into her virginal slit and began a slow, soft, rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris.
"OOOOoooohhhhhhh ... " Donna groaned and slouched back in the seat, throwing her innocent thighs lewdly apart for him to get in even better. A hot itch was radiating thousands of needles of exhilarating pleasure up into her belly and down her quivering thighs.
"Donna, sweet, why not play with me a bit, too?"
Her hand moved with incredible precision to the bulge in his pants. As she touched it, animal arousal shook her, and she pressed her small hand down on it urgently, suddenly breathless and eager to touch that dark skin that was so shiny and thick. With great haste, she unzipped the trousers and fished into the moist darkness of his underpants for that exciting spear of male flesh. Touching it, a thrill of forbidden vulgarity seized her in strong talons, forcing her very breath out. "OH!"
"Yes, it is a beauty, isn't it? Just take it out and you can play with it, but I wouldn't want to - errr - stick it into you! No, not that!"
"OH! Oh, gosh!" she said as she got it out and held it so it was straight up! She had forgotten completely about how good it felt to have his finger rub her pussy for the moment, being all caught up with the sensation male organ. Both her hands held it as she bent toward Baker, and her eyes bulged at its tremendous size, its length and heavy girth. "OOOoooooohhhhh! That would never go inside me!"
"Oh, it would, all right, but I don't want to put it in you! It might not be any fun. So why don't you just play with it while I play with you. That's fair, isn't it? We jack each other off!"
"All these words you use! And I mean, when you say them they don't even sound dirty!"
"True, I swear with real class! But what does a guy say - especially a guy like me with a limited vocabulary. You see, I never finished grade school," he lied monumentally. He happened to have a Master's from the Business Administration school at a very large midwestern university. He was now in franchises, peddling worthless car washes and peanut vending machines to people who were dumb enough to buy them from his fly-by-night company.
"I don't swear!" she affirmed innocently.
"I heard you say 'Jesus Christ' back there. But what's in a word? Is fornicate more proper than fuck?"
"They're both bad."
"Do you really think so?"
Donna had never thought too much about it and told him so. "I was always taught that certain things were bad, like dirty words. And dirty things."
"And I trust it was your sexy mother back there who taught you all this -?" He jerked his head back as he referred to Sally Masterson, still blanked from her orgasm and unconscious in the back seat.
"Uuuuummm, yes," Donna replied dubiously, through set jaws. Her values were being juggled quickly. She had learned from her mother that dirty words and dirty acts were bad, and then she saw her mother do the dirtiest things she had ever seen while crying out the most profane obscenities that had ever burned into her ears.
"Rather like her telling you never to drink, and then getting dead drunk herself, isn't it?"
"I don't know."
"Care for a drink?"
"I don't drink."
"Did SHE tell you not to drink?"
"Yes."
"All right! It's in the glove compartment there. Little girl's drink. Not strong at all. Yeah - just let go of my thing for a minute, that's okay. It ain't going anywhere!"
She released his penis and reached forward, pressing her naked breast against his arm where it stretched toward her open crotch. After finding the small bottle, she read the label in the light from the glove compartment. "Peppermint - what?"
"Peppermint Schnapps! Great little drink. Here, give me some first, so you'll know it's not poison." He took it with his left hand while momentarily steering the slowly moving car with his knee, and he unscrewed the cap and drank off a good swig. "AH!" and he handed it to little Donna Masterson.
Not touching his penis for a moment, Donna's main attention was sharply focused on the rapidly spreading needle points of fiery passion being spread by the increasingly magic finger in her hot, throbbing pussy. Her heart seemed to be in her throat and her mouth was dry, so when he offered her the small bottle, she took a healthy swallow, and almost burned her ears out swallowing it! Her eyes suddenly watered and the clear liquor burned down so hot that she could trace its searing path. Then inhaling abruptly, the air went in deliriously, perfumed and flavored by the sweet liquor. "Oh, my gosh! It's, strong, isn't it?"
"But good!"
"But good! Yes. Oh! Do you mind if I have another more careful one? I wasted the last one! We can call this mom's!"
"You know, Donna, I really like you! You're a really neat girl - boy, do I wish that I'd known a girl like you when I was about eighteen! How old are you?" He glared at her. "Hey! Sure you can drink - Good God! Enjoy!"
She sipped carefully this time, and mixed her freely-flowing saliva with the moderately strong aperitif. Judging for herself on the second matter of the evening, independent of her mother's hypocrisy this time, she tentatively decided that she liked it. After a very respectable series of swallows, she smiled blurrily at her new friend. "Thanks, and thanks again! Whew! That stuff really hits a guy, doesn't it?"
"Calms you, is all. Drink the rest, but take your time, hunh? By the way, I just asked you, how old are you?"
The liquor had a strong effect on her innocent young bloodstream, leaving her giddy and light. She giggled and then she managed to ask him. "Guess!" and she swigged down another two ounces.
"Well, I'm no great judge of young girls' ages," he lied, "but I'd say you were about seventeen." And a bit on the simple side, at that. Pretty but simple! Yeah, seventeen or eighteen! And dumb.
Her giggling turned into unmitigated laughter. "Boy," she finally managed to say, "are you far off! I'm only just thirteen!"
"Shit!" he snorted.
"I am! My birthday's on the eleventh of July and I was just thirteen! Ask my mom!"
All right, all right! Now I get it! Ooooohhh, assuming again! "You're thirteen, okay! Wow, you sure don't look it!"
"How do I look?" The coquette in Donna was being called by her pussy's hunger; the wily beast of her womanhood was emerging; she was coming of age. And she was liking it, so far ...
Del Baker had never seen a girl like her. Her pouting red lips drove him mad, and this new knowledge that she wasn't a dumb seventeen-year-old but a smart thirteen-year-old inflamed him with boundless savage lust, raw and powerful.
"BEAUTIFUL!" he said, beginning to rub her clitoris in earnest. "How would you like to suck my cock for a while?"
"Isn't it all sticky - from you and mom?"
"Oh, that doesn't hurt anything! You saw how I like your juice, didn't you?" His hand was whipping her to realms of warm desire, and he knew it. She was breathing hard again.
"All right," she said, putting the now-empty bottle on the carpeted floor of the car. She moved toward his menacing rod, a thick and ominous monument of rigid male flesh, and a quiver of fear filled her. Her nostrils flared as she recognized the sharp scent of fresh sex, and her fear turned suddenly to crashing desire. Her arousal was almost unbearable as her widely ovaled lips reverently approached the quivering rubbery-like knob of his bulbous prick-head, and she once again clutched the shaft in final preparation for that first taste of male fleshiness. Her saliva was flowing hotly, moistening her oral vagina for its unnatural fucking, and she swallowed repeatedly. Then, timorously, she bent that last inch and pressed her pouting red lips against the pink velvet knob, brushing it lovingly.
"OOOOOOOO NHICCCCCCE!" he said, genuinely thrilled that he actually had a thirteen-year-old about to suck his cock. He took his hand away from her pussy and moved her so that she was on her hands and knees on the seat. Then, moving his hand in between her full, jiggling breasts, he once again pressed his four fingers against her sizzling vaginal lips and worked the middle finger up and in so that it was on the moist, modest mound of her sensitive clitoris. This touch released new excitement crashing through Donna, and she took the whole bulbous head of his member into her mouth and began to chew teasingly on the tangy flesh.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHH! DAMNIT! NOT SO HARD!"
He thought that she might bite it off! What terrible retribution, he was thinking, for fucking her mother and seducing her! But then he saw that she was only being overzealous in her sexual ministrations. He intended to heat her up and fuck living shit out of her - but she would have to beg for it! And the mother would have to witness every grueling moment of it!!!
But all that would have to wait! Delbert had another charge of cum ready, and he intended to shoot it right down little Donna's throat! She wanted it and he was going to give it to her!
"Do everything you can with your mouth on that thing, kid, but be sure that it's in your mouth when I cum, right?"
"UM-HUMMMMnnnmmmmm!" she responded, sucking harder than ever. The taste thrilled her and made her feel like a wanton bitch - just like her mother. She wanted to scream out dirty words in an obscene string, and she wanted that huge cock up into her tight pussy! But he had told her that he was going to cum in her mouth, and that was that. His fingers down on her pussy were driving her crazy, and she pressed her itching breasts hard against his arm in a rhythmic, copulatory motion. That motion was pagan, primitive, urgent, womanly and satisfying - if was one she had never used!
A fire was raging out of control in her massaged bottom now, and she began a quaking and shaking that frightened her! But no force on earth could stop her in her headlong rush toward some realm that was calling to her from deep within her own body so demandingly! She knew that, no matter what, she needed satisfaction! Her pussy screamed out, and groans of sexual delirium issued as hums from deep in her throat. She sucked on that cock as though her very life depended on it! Her tongue and teeth and lips worked closer than ever before in some instinctive drive to pull some juice from the tiny glands opening at the very tip of that living shaft of sexual flesh!
Del knew that she was on the ragged edge of her first big climax, so he speared her really well with both his finger and his cock, as he tapped the brake pedal and guided the car slowly to a stop on the side of the lonely, dark road. He was careful not to thrust up too hard; hurting her would be counter to his plans for her and her mother!
But he worked her hard enough so that her body was quaking respectably! He was on his final run, and as he felt her stiffen and scrunch down onto his still-prying hand, he released his cum, letting it explode from his aching balls and race up the wetly clenched shaft of his cock, and out, to drench the buttery depths of her oral cavity! His load of hot, sticky sperm splashed in a steaming spew against her throat's wildly working membranes just as her white-hot torrent of orgasmic juices gushed out to wet the fingers and palm of his hand.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD! GOOD GOOD GOOD! WHAT A BLOW-JOB!"
And he slumped back, drained and unable, for the moment to move.
When his hand fell away, Donna lifted her head, bringing a long liquid stream of saliva and cum up with her, dangling from her satisfied red lips. Suddenly, for no reason she could understand, she began to laugh, and threw herself into Baker's arms, pressing her open lips against his in a hot, passionate kiss that made her sexy all over again.
CHAPTER III
"For God's sake, no!" he said, pushing her away.
"Why, are you mad at me?" she asked, moving away and pouting.
"I'm not mad at you! But if we're going to get to where we're going, we've got to get a move on! You can sit by me, but I need both hands. And look, you've got great boobs, kid, but we're going to be passing through a town up here a ways, so put your - ummm - blouse on, will you?"
"Why do you call me a kid?" she asked, reaching over and finding her blouse under her peacefully breathing mother.
"Well, what should I call you when you're thirteen, gramma?"
"Even 'baby's' better than 'kid,' if you want to know."
"So I'll get either baby or Donna, all right?"
"That would be better, Del. You know - I think I like you!"
This burned into him like a branding iron. First he clenched his jaws and narrowed his eyes at hearing that ingenuous confession coming from such a poor, innocent little girl. His knuckles went white over the black plastic rim of the steering wheel, and he tried to strengthen himself against the pure warm wind of her childish affection. That would spoil everything! But he couldn't help but like the kid, so he softened and threw her a friendly smile. "Thanks." He didn't tell her that nobody else liked him; that he was a loner who was too bitter to like or be liked. He had raped or seduced scores of girls, and had ended up believing that they were nothing but mindless little cunts, ready to fuck and then cry for money or more fucking. Not this girl! She had some sort of class that he liked. In fact, he liked her! So he determined to be a bit nicer to her, but not much!
Their destination was the home of a friend, left for him to use while the friend was away on a business trip. The home was about seventy miles away, high on some rock-strewn foothills. There, Baker would be able to carry out his plan in peace.
A low groan from the back seat signaled the eventuality that Mrs. Sally Masterson was finally awake. The moan was followed up by a shrill question: "WHERE AM I?"
She quickly glanced down and saw that her only covering was a torn shard of her dress and slip, bunched up around her waist. Sudden horror hit her. Before anybody could answer her confused question she screamed and clutched for Donna. "MY BABY! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"
Donna, irked now that she was no longer anybody's baby but maybe Del's, wrenched herself away from her mother's cloying, unwelcome grasp. "Of course I am, mother!" she stated imperiously, glaring at her mother as only a daughter can do.
Panic once again hit the mother as she saw the look of utter reproach in her daughter's eyes, and then it all came back to her. Her body had betrayed her, despite all her efforts that it not be so! And as her body betrayed her, she betrayed her precious little daughter, her only child, the one thing in life she still had to live for and be proud of, besides George. George, she saw, was as much to blame as she herself was - but the chief culprit in the piece was that smooth-talking young man driving the car! A hatred began to burn in Sally's heart, and she had never known such a sharp, acid feeling of pure, red, unmasked hatred. She had been taught that hating was a sin but now she was willing to run up an account with God. She hated this man with whom she had been forced to commit adultery. There was no mistaking the look of pure disgust in Donna's eyes, and the girl's determination to be free of her motherly grasp reinforced her abject realization that Donna might never be the same. Made soul-sick by this unfair turn of events, Sally began sobbing quietly, her throat aching as though she were being strangled. She realized with humiliating clarity that she had actually fornicated with a strange man, and she knew deep in her heart - that she had actually ENJOYED being fucked. Yes, enjoyed it! This astounding revelation made her sicker, and she began to cry silently, fighting back the burning tears.
Lights approached, and with a trembling voice Sally asked if he was going to keep his word and give her daughter her freedom. "Well?" she persisted at his silence, "are you?"
"What about it, Donna? You want me to drop you off right here, even though your mother decided that she would rather fuck than suck? I mean, you sucked - she fucked! She was the one who sold out, wouldn't you say?"
Donna frowned at Del and he could see that she was really struggling with the choice. This made him smile, and his smile made her decide her choice. "I don't want to be dropped off!"
"But, Donna!" Sally cried piteously.
"I might get into another mess worse than this -"
"Smart girl, smart girl," Del applauded.
Sally shuddered. She moaned as it struck her that her own daughter had been hoodwinked by a smooth-talking young rapist! Her own daughter! Oh, God, what am I going to do now? My humiliation is complete! This horrible man has taken Donna into his web of intrigue for a reason I can't even imagine! Why is he doing this to me? To us???
Completely drained, Sally didn't even have the courage or strength to object to her daughter's next phrase, which - under any other circumstances - would have rated Donna a spanking.
"Del, there's a liquor store open here in this town! Why don't you get some more of that peppermint stuff? Boy, I really liked it!"
He was faced with a quick decision, but made it. It was a calculated risk, but he figured that Donna had been serious, and it was doubtful that the mother would go running out of the car with next to nothing on. It would be rubbing salt in the old lady's wounds, so he did it. He swung over, leaped out of the car, strode nonchalantly toward the brightly lit store, went in, and bought a quart of schnapps and a quart of Canadian. Throwing fifteen dollars to the attendant, he put on a calculated disregard of the women, and whistled easily as he received the change and bag. "Nightie-night!" he called to the dour-looking old man, and strode back out. He smiled and waved to Donna, still in the front seat, and he nodded gallantly at her mother, huddled miserably in the back. "Ah, Sally, is it? Yes! I distinctly recall: Sally Masterson. Sally, would you like something to calm your jangled nerves? Canadian or peppermint schnapps? That last is a great favorite among pretty young things like yourself!"
"Stop - it - you - fiend -!"
"Ah! What pretty lower teeth you have! Oh, well, never mind! Donna here has hers, right - Donna?" He handed her the sack and slammed the door. "By the way, why didn't you escape, since you're so miserable? Why didn't you call out for help? Not many people, true, but someone might have heard you!"
"Just - you - wait - young - man - just - you - wait -!"
"Sally," he said, starting the car and smiling back as he accelerated down the main street of the sleepy little town, "believe me, I just can't wait!" He cast a confident smirk over his right shoulder at her and clicked his tongue.
"Sorry, Donna. I don't want to be mean to your mother! After all, she's all right. But she won't give me a chance to make friends! And after that kiss she gave me, too -! I'll swear, I just can't figure women at all!" He patted her affectionately.
Each word Del Baker said was calculated to drive a wedge between Sally and her daughter. He was needling Sally mercilessly, tenderizing her for the time when they should arrive at the house of his friend, for the time when the great debauchery would take place! He had destroyed one vital bridge between mother and daughter already, with the energetic help of the mother. Now he was pitting them one against the other, hoping to ruin their confidence in each other in word as well as in deed! It was his favorite sport! Correction: HIS SECOND FAVORITE SPORT!!!
The two were, after all, sadistic corollaries of each other! To Del, it was merely an exercise in salesmanship! He had killed them in the car just as the insurance man kills the breadwinner in a warm, comfortable living room. He had murdered them in their minds, which was the way to make a sale! True, he actually used a weapon, an evil-looking stiletto while an insurance man may paint a grim picture of death and mutilation on some highway, but a quick sale in Del's case was essential. He only had so much time, so the knife seemed expedient. Besides, it always worked like a charm, so - being rather lazy - he used the stiletto-generated terror when he thought that it was expedient.
"What does your daddy do again, Donna? He sells insurance?"
"Yes! All kinds!"
"Well, that's nice! I'll bet he goes to peoples' houses and sits in their living rooms, and sells the concerned father a nice big policy, right? For in case something - ahhh - unfortunate should happen? Hunh?"
"Yes! He does that! He sells a lot at night!"
"Gosh, Donna! That makes me feel so good you wouldn't know it!"
This talk was terrorizing Sally, who was equating his meaning with policies ON THEM!
"Isn't he nice, mom, to talk like that?"
"UUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sally moaned, seeing the end so clearly! She huddled back, drenched with a cold sweat that left her semi-naked flesh puckered with millions of marching goose pimples. Her legs shook and she was afraid that she'd wet!
Glancing into his newly adjusted rear view mirror, Del saw that she resembled something out of the Vincent Price/Boris Karloff set. Her face was actually green, glistening green. A mask of fear, it excited Del dangerously. He knew that she wasn't afraid of fucking, so her terror was obviously one of dying! A master at playing two people off against the other using words to fit two mistaken or non-coinciding assumptions, he proceeded right on with his needling of the miserable Mrs. Masterson while building his stock with the confident little daughter, Donna!
"I say; Sally: Your husband must feel really good, eh? I mean, when he passes that old tax-free check out to the - err - be-reaved ... I mean, imagine how good those people must feel, having lost a loved one and all - or maybe even two! - and they get this nice money! Go to Europe, get a new - errr - mate ... or something -? Eh? Nice -?"
"UUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUU-HHHHHHH ... " She thought about her still-handsome George tripping along the French Riviera before her blood was even cold, a saucy young blonde on his arm, a smile on his face, a pocketful of thousands and thousands ...
And, predictably, Donna was thinking what a nice thing it was that her father could deliver lots of money to bereaved beneficiaries; also, what a nice thing it was for Del to mention it. She suddenly wondered even more about her mother. Why isn't she nicer to dad? He's so good!
Thinking about George on the Riviera, Sally was indisposed enough to become trapped into a fantasy. She hid her own guilt by simply focusing sharply on his imagined guilt! This flight of ideas built in her mind until she was ready to kill. She saw her husband's grief-stricken face glance down into her open coffin and then wink!!! "NNNOOOOO!!!" she shrieked.
"NO?! You mean, no, it's not nice - errr - what your husband does? I'll be he's away from home a lot at night - selling those policies. Hunh? And then, I'll bet that he neglects you, too! Tell me, Donna, does your daddy neglect your -"
"SSSTTTOOOOPPPP IT!"
"Whew! You're really keyed up!" With this, he unsnapped the cap of the Canadian and handed it calmly back to her, confident that she would drink rather than try to sap him with it. To be doubly sure, he just glanced at the way her hand reached out -
So she got it and thrust it to her lips, insane with fury at her lecherous, out-fucking-all-night insurance man husband, the jerk who couldn't even buy gas or bring his wife to orgasm!
Donna was sure that her mother was going quite crazy, and huddled close to the relative safety of Del.
Del persisted, his confidence is his trump card. "So you don't like what your husband's out doing all night, eh? Well, I can see your point, Sally." He patted Donna's leg fondly, cleanly, as he said this. He sighed. "I can certainly see why a wife wouldn't want her husband out all night, running around looking for hot prospects! Must be pretty tiring, that. Poor fellow probably falls right off to sleep!" He shook his head, knowing that the last volley was as effective as machine-gun fire at that range. By the time they would arrive at his friend's small hill-top retreat, she would make soup for her husband to spoon-feed to him! And she'd be ready to rape him - for the benefit of her innocent little daughter, the next act!!! He smiled and nodded happily as he watched the enraged woman in the back seat get good and loaded on the Canadian. "My dear," he said gently to the child beside him, "a bit of schnapps? We're almost to my place."
Donna felt she needed it, really needed it, after her own mother's shameful outbreak of temper and callousness toward her own father's profession of helping people! For the first time in her life, she thought that her mother was treacherous, a woman who accepted a husband's generosity while sneering at the source of that money - the hours of work behind it - her life!!! And she had seen what her mother did! She had heard too! She had never seen nor heard anything like that coming from the next bedroom! Forced into certain conclusions, Donna formulated the unpleasant but inescapable opinion that her mother was a true bitch. At this, she snapped the cap from the bottle and pitched her head back, the opening to her rapidly working lips.
FINE, JUST FINE -!
His cock began to stretch in eager anticipation of the scene that was about to transpire. Sweat covered his palms and his eyes burned while straining to see well on the road that was now nothing but two seldom-used dust ruts among tall, dull, brittle weeds and brambles.
"Just a minute now, Donna, just another minute! Drink up!"
The car wended its way slowly up the forlorn hill, unobserved by anything human.
CHAPTER IV
The house was frightening, rather like it had been used for a series of horror films that Sally had seen when younger. It looked like a skull, with a door for the gaping black maw, a small covering for that door making the nose-hole, and two black windows for eye holes. A high wood-shingled roof with gable ends completed the similarity, making the house a very forbidding place indeed. Of course, Sally's grim thoughts colored her apperception of the place, which Donna was thinking looked rather cozy as they drove up. Donna was confused and angry, while her mother was angry and frightened.
Sally was angry with George and her tipsiness reinforced this unwarranted assumption that her husband went out at night to fuck other women, that he was responsible for her predicament, and that he would be deliriously happy with the death benefits from the two large policies carried on Donna and her. So irrational was she that she, like her daughter, had formed a liaison with the only other male around, a smooth talker like Del Baker. It is true that she was frightened of Del, because he had threatened her and Donna and had almost killed George, but he had been nice after all that, and Sally couldn't really deny it. She could only hope that he would be satisfied with sex and not be a real misogynist, a knife-killer who hated all women. Maybe, if I give myself to him, he won't kill us! Oh, God! It was so terrible back there, and so good! George had never made me feel that way! Not once in our entire married life! And she thought for a brief second about that first time with George, that evening after the dance when they first made love.
It had been a gala affair, that party. A celebration of George's graduation from college. He had also signed with a major professional football team, and was to begin his summer training in two weeks. Sally had been going with George and felt safe with him. Champagne flowed that night, and the light liquor rose very subtly to the inebriated Sally's head, making her wobbly, sexy, and putty in George's firm steady hands. After the party they went up to his apartment.
SHE HAD BEEN A VIRGIN ...
Once inside his luxurious apartment - one paid for by the same alumni group that bought his Buick, gave him spending money, and placed him in a very easy, very part-time job - George became a madman! He thrust her to the sofa and thrust his face into her lap, where he breathed down against her palpitating crotch so hotly that she thought he had a tongue of fire! His hot breath through her dress and underpants aroused feelings in her that she had always fought to suppress! Lewd, filthy, animal feelings of raw sex! She thrust her quivering hands out and incited him in his mock-oralism by caressing his wavy brown hair and teasing his close-set ears, her head thrown back on the sofa. God, NO! she had thought, I can't! But her body was betraying her mind, bent as it was on a mutinous course of its own, a course leading to the lascivious depths of unmarried sex! They weren't even engaged yet, and Sally had fought off his lusty advances time and again. But now she was softened up, ready for the butcher's block. But she knew that she wanted him! He was going to be leaving, and she may never see him again! The consequences of her sexual abandon hovered in the murky background of her consciousness mockingly, calling to her and calling her vile names. And the salaciousness of her position was another dilemma! It disgusted and aroused her at the same time!
Those millions of little shocks of priceless pleasure in her crotch spread up to her belly and down to her thighs, which she was involuntarily spreading for him! Her breathing was constricted and her throat tight. Her hands were like two trembling doves as she pulled his face up and up and up. "Not like that, George! Not like that!"
"I want you, Sally! I need you!"
"Oooohhhhh, take me! Take me!"
His knowing hands unzipped the back of her dress and she always blushed hotly to remember so clearly how she had arched her back to make it easier for him to disrobe her. His hands, she remembered, had begun to tremble in his state of pure provocative passion. But he managed to unhook the three stays at the back of her constraining brassiere.
"OOOOHHHH God," he had murmured in obvious appreciation of her hitherto untouched breasts, "what beauties they are!"
This admiring praise thrilled Sally, and she had allowed him to caress and fondle them, feeling sensations of arousal that she had never known. And then, when he tried to kiss them, his lips nipped and burned her arms and belly when she struggled to force his suckling lips away. But he overpowered her and nursed on her sex-inflamed breasts, whipping her to heights of erotic desire that rumbled through her like a thunder storm. The next thing she knew, they were locked in a hot embrace, their lips burning one another's, their tongues mingling deliciously inside their craving mouths.
And then she felt she had to have him.
After she had him, approximately nine months after, they had little Donna.
But the interim was a humiliating nightmare. Disheveled and chagrined, Sally had huddled miserably on that fateful sofa, crying silently. "I shouldn't have let you, I shouldn't have let you!"
"There there there!" he comforted, patting her.
After he took her home she never saw him again before he left for camp. A month passed and Sally was worried sick. Another month passed and she knew. Taking her pride in her hand, she boarded a bus for the city where he was and, luckily, she found him. George proved to be a wonderful sport about it, and they were married in Michigan that very day! She returned to high school and graduated without any of the students even suspecting that the prim Sally Wells had been made by any man. Five months later, still living alone, she had the baby. George had come for the blessed event, and then had left her to return to the small apartment he sent her money for every two weeks. Throughout that first year of his rookie season, she had seen little of him and nothing of her parents, who had disowned her for becoming pregnant before being married. Later, when George made a name for himself, her parents tried a reconciliation, but she was adamant about their earlier callousness toward her mistake. She had needed them at the time Donna was born, because she was sick and lonely. So, when they were older - and impressed - she remembered, and never answered their letters. Instead, she had formed a surrogate relationship with George's parents, the farm people, and had moved with George to a town some two hundred miles from where he was born. It pained her to abandon her parents as callously as they had abandoned her, but she did it! This necessarily made her own family, and especially her relationship with her own daughter, very important.
In addition, of course, that initial tryst with sex had left a scar. She didn't want her daughter subjected to the brutal judgment of people by becoming pregnant, and she did her best to atone for her sin by instilling in her sweet young daughter the very highest of moral tone.
And now, she saw, she was faced with the utter disintegration of her daughter's moral fiber. That quickly, too!
"Everybody out!" Del called cheerfully, "end of the line!" He peered evilly at Sally as he said that, and then he turned quickly to smile at the scantily clad little teenager.
Donna scampered out and whirled, cheerfully taking in a huge breath of the fresh, clean country air. "Oooooooouuuu, is it every lonesome out here!" she observed, her voice mock-frightened.
Sally knew that it was lonely, and she was genuinely frightened. As best she could, she gathered her rent garments around her and moved dejectedly out from behind the driver's side front seat, the only way out of the car. Complete darkness closed in on her as the car lights were extinguished, and she felt a rush of safety. The darkness seemed somehow friendly though sinister. She appreciated that it protected her from the hot gaze of the rapacious young man whom, she knew, would soon enough have his eyes feasting on her naked form.
Richard Ellsberry, the owner of the home, was a grocery store manager. Running the only supermarket in the small town through which they had earlier passed, he made enough money to get along comfortably, and he had ample opportunities to slake his lust for women, which was enormous. Roly-poly, with a young pink face and small eyes always puckered in some pleasure, he had a blond crew cut that made him look younger than his thirty years. Besides being the local scout-master, he was - like Del Baker - a satyr. In addition, his skill as an amateur photographer was legion. He had his own darkroom, much to the consternation of the local druggist. The druggist would have fainted dead away should he ever have seen some of Richard Ellsberry's candid shots - because they were CANDID!
He had lenses mounted all around the store, in the floor grates and under the counters. All aimed up. In a waggish moment, while passing a pleasurable day with Del, he once mentioned that he would like to do a documentary, illustrated, entitled SMALL TOWN CUNTS.
He had photographs of every pussy in town, young and old alike. In addition, he had a deal going with Claude Craven, the owner of the town's dress-shop. He supplied two-way mirrors for Claude and Claude let him photograph certain especially interesting women after cajoling and wheedling them into trying on a new line of lingerie. The stores adjoined, and a special back door had been put in by contractors from the city.
So it is that the house was loaded with photographs and other paraphernalia incident to the needs of a sex-enthusiast.
Del and Richard were not close friends, but each respected the other's approach to their particular sport, just as two pool players might respect each other's game without being friends. Del paid Richard for his infrequent use of the place, using coin of their realm, namely, dildos, cordless vibrators, doggie whips, and exotic, erotic lingerie designed for the distinct purpose of inciting lust in a man when worn by a woman (or sometimes a fat little boy, of which there were two in Ellsberry's troop).
Thus, with a smile of happy anticipation, Del led Donna and Sally gently up to the dark house, avoiding any stumbling blocks in the ink-black night. His hand curled familiarly around their waists, and he smiled to notice that Sally was not at all skittish about the touch of his hand against the naked curve of her waist. He let his hand slip down onto her hip, his fingers gentle on the protruding pelvic saddle. She seemed to lean into him. AAAHHH, GOOD! he said to himself happily, and let his advances stop right there. It was a cinch that he could have fingered little Donna's pussy right there, so he didn't bother.
After a minor hassle with the key, he swung the door open and ushered the women into the dank darkness. A moment later he found the light switch, flicked it, and suddenly the comfortable living room was bathed in a golden light from the expensive, well-arranged lamps.
Sally blinked and looked around, appraising the place as any woman does on entering a strange house. Although it was spotlessly clean, she could see that it was obvious that there were none of the woman's touches to be seen. This frightened her a bit, since she rightly assumed that it was a bachelor's place - or "snake's pit" as they were called when she was a girl. She had been to one in her life - to George's apartment; look what that resulted in!!! She glanced at Donna and she noticed for the first time that Donna wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her breasts were moving liquidly, seductively under the attention-attracting sequenced blouse. A flush of shame struck her but she was not about to chide her daughter again! She was too ashamed, too humiliated by what she had done to fail her daughter.
"Well, are you girls hungry?" Del asked in a disarmingly friendly voice. Then he continued, darkly. "Just one thing: Do not, under any circumstances, open the basement door! Do you understand? You, Sally?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"And you, Donna?"
"But why not?" Donna asked.
"For God's sake, Donna, you can go anywhere in the house, but DO NOT EVER SO MUCH AS OPEN THAT BASEMENT DOOR!!!"
"I understand," Donna grudgingly murmured, not understanding why she shouldn't at all.
Sally shuddered, wondering what might be down there! Maybe dungeons, with chained women! Or mutilated corpses in a freezer! Or tarantulas, crawling around by the thousands! Or snakes! Or anything horrible! She had no intention of going near the door!
Donna was frowning at Del, who seemed to be very nervous. "What's the matter?" she asked him.
"Oh, that basement makes me feel - well - scared as hell, if you want to know! The guy who owns this place, honest to God!"
That was enough for Donna!
What Del knew was this: The basement contained a furnace, a hot water heater, a laundry tub, a hamper, some old magazines, the darkroom, and probably an immaculately clean floor. But it was as good as the stiletto, which he had left in the car, to use as a tool. Fear of the unknown can surpass anything - Del knew this. And basements of strange houses are notoriously terrifying, especially to two captive women on a black night! He accordingly acted as though he, too, were afraid of what it might contain.
"Sally, let me get you a robe, eh? And, if you want, you can go into the kitchen and make yourself at home. Cook something up for yourself and Donna - I'm not very hungry. But I could go for something."
"I'd appreciate a robe, thank you." Her voice was cold and formal. "No food. Thank you."
"I'm kind of hungry, mom," Donna said.
"You're a big girl now, fix it yourself!"
"Nice!" Del observed.
Normally, this would have caused Donna to burst into tears, the rejection of her mother, but she had rejected first, so she hoisted her nose up like warship flying Baker, and prepared for the battle. Walking into the kitchen, she studiously avoided the small door that Del had pointed to. Passing it, a tingle crept up her spine, giving her goose flesh. Young and impressionable, Donna was by now every bit as frightened of that door as her mom.
Sally thrust herself disconsolately down into the deep sofa and gazed at space, some few dismal feet before her blank eyes. It occurred to her to screech at Del, to tell him to get on with it, to stop the toying, but she was grateful for the respite. She was also grateful that he left the room, but didn't like the way he was either smiling or whistling. A moment later a hissing sound reached her ears, and she cowered in fear.
"SALLY!" he called, startling her since he shouted from about five feet away, "COME HERE!"
Trembling, she got up, handing him the half-empty bottle of Canadian. She was ready, and hung her head.
"IN HERE!" His voice was gruff, and he grabbed her arm with more force than necessary. "What you need," he went on, his voice now very kind, "is a nice, hot shower. I've started it for you. There are some bath powders and a few new cosmetics, if you like them. Also some shampoo. I'll let you lock yourself in, so you don't have to worry about me peeking at you. And there's a razor, if you want to cut your wrists. Meanwhile, I'll lay some clean things out for you - on this chair. You'll feel a hundred percent better, I guarantee it!"
She was almost tempted to thank him. She felt filthy - depraved. A hot shower with soap and shampoo would help her to regain a modicum of self-respect, if not the respect of her daughter. So she went into the already steam-filled bathroom with alacrity, locked the door, did her duty, and stepped into the shower.
The pelting drops crashing down onto her defiled skin felt like millions of small shotgun pellets striking her harmlessly, and she turned her face up toward the spray, drinking in the water through open lips. She gargled and spit, gargled and spit, hoping to get every last taste of his horrible penis out of her mind and mouth. Then she let the gushing cascade crash down upon her tingling breasts while reaching for the brand new bar of soap.
AAAaaaahhhhhhh, she thought, now this is more like it! She rubbed her hands over the soap and began to lather her abused body, working up billows of suds on her breasts and belly. Then, tenderly, she lathered her pussy, the touch soothing the outraged flanges of her cum-slick vagina. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!" she groaned as she worked the lather in and it stung antiseptically. And now Sally did something that she would never before have even thought of! She sat down on the tile floor of the shower stall and, using a gymnasium exercise she had practiced as a younger girl, she upended her body, resting her entire weight on her neck, shoulders, and elbows. Spreading her legs wide apart, she maneuvered until the stinging torrent slashed down onto her crotch, irrigating her opened pussy with the cleansing downpour. Risking a tumble, she used one hand to soap herself on that exposed pair of lips, and then rinsed for a good two minutes. Then she washed her buttocks, getting that abused crack very clean. After a quick pair of shampoos, she rinsed thoroughly and repeated the whole process over again, once more paying special attention to the cleansing of her vagina with the unusual douche. Twenty minutes later she was calm, clean, pink and puckered. Wrapped decently in a clean, nubby bath towel, she emerged from the bathroom and looked cautiously to see if anybody was in the lowly lit bedroom. The coast was clear, and a sheer nylon robe - pink with a red velvet ribbon - was on the chair right beside the door, exactly where Del said something would be. Putting it on, she was pleased to see that the fit was not at all bad. In fact, it fit better than hers at home! The red velvet ribbon tied below the breast-line, and the gown flared out from there in an A-line or Empress manner. The gown flattered her, if anything, and whirling coquettishly before a tall mirror, she couldn't restrain a smile. She thought that she actually looked pretty fair, and wondered if the horrible experience in the car hadn't turned her into some ugly wench.
How can it be? she asked herself. After all those horrible things, I almost look better and, despite the liquor, I feel just great! I'll have to admit it, I enjoyed that fucking he gave me!
And as she said this to herself, her pussy began to tingle expectantly. Looking into the mirror, she saw that her nipples were dark and puckered, pressing the sheer material out just so! And the still good form of her breasts were visible if viewed through certain light, as was the form of her legs. Lifting the gown, she examined her legs minutely. Not Donna's legs, she mused, but good legs! Not fat, not crisscrossed with dark blue, but still slim, shapely and smooth. No, I don't have to worry about Del making bad remarks about these legs! BUT WHAT AM I SAYING??? Why should I care? Do I want him to fuck me again? I know he will, that's all. I know he will, so I had better drink. And to hell with Donna! If she wants to go her own way, well then to bloody hell with her! I'll show her! She'll see how easy it is to lose control. Now she's throwing stones at me, thinking that I'm some sort of prostitute, but I'm not! Good Lord, but it hurt! And then it felt so good! I just couldn't help it! And if he tries it again, I'll fight like fury, but - well - how can I fight my own body? I crave something!
But let her chide me and feel superior, and by heaven! I won't let him hurt her, but I certainly hope she finds out that I couldn't help it! There's only one way for her to learn that, and that's from him! But God, if he - no - no! He just couldn't put that giant thing of his into her! He'd kill her! So she sucked his cock, did she? I suppose she did it out of spite! She'll learn, if I have to teach her myself. Whew, my head's really spinning! Guess I'll make the grand entrance and have another drink! Whew! Haven't had a drink for - mmm - two years.
Donna had bent over and searched the refrigerator for something good to nibble on. She had found some boiled ham and a chunk of cheddar, which went into two huge sandwiches, one for Del. They sat at the table munching, drinking peppermint schnapps.
After eating, Del walked Donna into a small bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and covered her young and innocent but shapely and exciting body with his, his penis straining once again in his pants. His lips mashed against hers, and she eagerly accepted his tongue, while allowing his hands to learn her breasts and renew then-acquaintance with her thighs and pussy. She groaned in sexual delight as his hands manipulated her cool white buttocks, and wriggled and mewled when his fingers worked into the wetness of the forbidden crevice between her cool, firm cheeks. "OOOOoooo-oooo," she moaned, "how wonderful!"
He pecked her puckered red lips and raised himself on his elbows so that only his groin and legs pressed down against her. "Like that, do you?"
"God, yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
She hesitated, looking directly up into his soft brown eyes. "I - I'm afraid - to. You're so big!"
"All right, sweet," he said, and pecked her lips once again. "Let's take your clothes off! I want to see you in something else. I have some sexy underclothing for you to model."
"How did you know that I'm a model?" she asked innocently.
"I can tell by the graceful way you walk! Now come on!" He rolled off and pulled her blouse up, his cock tingling madly as he feasted his experienced eyes on the proudly up-tilted rounded breasts. They were tan down almost too far, banded with only a meager strip of white, unsunned flesh that barely covered her large red haloes and already puckered young nipples. Her body was golden brown, blemish-free and nubile. Every inch of her upper torso reflected goddess-like youthful beauty, and he once again thrust her onto the bed, to nurse slaveringly on those lush mounds of willing flesh. He thundered and shook with an erotic arousal that no girl had been able to instill in him since Becky, a long, long time ago. Becky, too, had been thirteen - but she had been a young thirteen.
Donna reveled as he kissed her breasts. Rivers of liquid fire ran from her breast tips down in a V to her navel and from there down to her pussy. From her pussy, small explosions were forcing the very air from her lungs and desiccating her innocent young mouth. Warmth radiated through her thighs and stomach like tingling radioactivity, and she gasped and trembled, overwhelmed by her first sortee into the forbidden lands of heavy sex. Her toes were curling, and as she thrilled to the sensation of his hot, sucking lips on her virginal breasts, she clutched him desperately, digging her fingernails into whom she honestly felt was her first lover. She would have let him do anything to him right then. "God, Del," she gasped, "I wish -"
"Wish what?" he whispered in reply.
"I wish that I were older, that you were younger - that I could love you!"
"Awwww, come on, Donna! You're too young for that kind of talk!"
"But I want you! I really do!"
"Well, maybe. Maybe you can have me."
"Not that way," she murmured. "Always. I would like to spend my life with you!"
"Oh, Donna, that's nice to hear, but you're thirteen! You'd have to wait at least two years. And you don't even know me!"
"I know that you're a beast, and a rotten devil!"
"Not bad, not bad at all!"
"I have to give myself to you!"
"Let me ask you something: Do you like your father?"
"Of course."
"Your mother?"
"Yes. Despite what she's done -"
"Despite the fact that she feels the way she does about your father?"
"He does stay out a lot at night ... " Woman talking.
"He's working."
"I know. Are you going to ever let us go?"
He was serious for a moment. "I think so, Donna. But I only think so. If you and your mother cooperate -"
"But I told you that I'd do anything!"
"We'll see. I want to patch your quarrel up, but first you two have a lot to do! You see, Donna, your mother is more fucked up than I am. And that's saying a lot!"
"Kiss my breasts again, and I'll do anything!"
He dipped down and, like a starving man, fastened to one and then the other, holding them as he kissed the roseate nipples.
"Fine. Now what?" She stood, spraddle-legged, and brazenly unzipped the back of her vinyl micro-skirt, letting it fall down to her knees, where her spread-apart legs restrained its fall.
Del knelt before the golden fleece of her sparsely covered little pubic mound and breathed onto it, blowing a hotness that made her eyes roll up and made her young frame quake. "OOOOO!"
"God, what a pussy you have, my little squirrel! I will fuck you - but later, much later!"
"I want it, but don't hurt me! Your thing -"
"Cock."
"Your - cock - is so big!"
"Much better than a little one! Come over here now!"
She walked dutifully over, letting her skirt just drop in a vinyl circle on the floor. Then she saw what he wanted her to wear, and laughed after first gasping in surprised horror! "THAT!"
"Of course!" he exclaimed, somewhat taken aback by her obvious denigration of his so-called sex underclothing.
Still laughing, she climbed into the panties, garter belt, and dark mesh nylons. "WHEEE!" she cried, putting on a black brassiere that had holes cut out of the cups so that white breast and red nipples would protrude. "OOOUUUWWWEEEE! But this is kind of sexy! Look at my nipples!" and she tweaked them playfully. Suddenly her mood became serious and she looked at Del, who was sitting on the bed smoking and looking at her with a half-smile on his crookedly handsome young face. "You know," she said, "my nipples used to get hard and puckery like this once in a while, and it really worried me! I never wanted a boy to see them like that because I thought that it was awful!"
"Do tell! Well, for your information, little lady, your nipples are fine either way, but most boys would like them to get hard. If they're soft, it's a sign that you don't like sex!"
"That means that if they're hard like this I do like sex?"
"You know it!" He reached and brushed them lightly, then twirled them into rock-hard erection.
"OOUUU! NOT SO HARD!"
"Sorry!" He kissed each one, and then sucked each one, pulling each into his mouth and massaging the budding knot of reddish flesh into his mouth until he could hear Donna moan and quiver with delightful arousal. He clutched her small smooth waist tightly as he suckled her breasts, and then finally thrust her away. "All right!" he announced, "the show is about to begin!"
Barefoot, Sally Masterson made her way into the living room slowly, carefully trying to maintain her balance, blinking slowly in an effort to keep her vision clear. She entered the living room area as silently and fearfully as she had a half hour before, and with just as much submerged anticipation awaiting in her lower mind. She reeled a bit, and went into the kitchen, her inebriation making her believe that she needed another drink.
When she returned, Del Baker and her daughter were on the long sofa, lewdly occupied while leaning against a pile of downy-soft pillows. Del was on his back and Donna - wearing the most outlandish underclothing Sally had ever seen! - was atop him, her underpants and garter belt down, her innocent young crotch on the young man's face! Moist slurping sounds were issuing from that area, while cries of salaciously lewd delight were coming from her daughter's wildly working lips. The obscene spectacle shocked her, and she stifled a moan of embarrassed excitement and felt her own pussy begin to tingle with the lurid sight. The man's face was between her young daughter's naked flanks, and his head's movements were luxuriously slow, demanding, urgent, exciting to watch. A gripping demand stirred in Sally's loins, the lascivious wish to again see and feel the young man's youthfully large penis, and involuntarily, Donna's mother found herself imagining that she herself was her daughter, being sucked like that.
OH, GOD! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?
Her pussy had never been sucked, and she couldn't realize what would make her react in such a lust-crazed manner. She didn't know what was making her stand there immobile, staring at the lewd sight with her own loins beginning to tingle more and more demandingly, centering in her pruriently burning pubic area, and in the plump softness of her barely concealed breasts. She had come into the living room hoping to find the young man and valiantly divert his rapacious attentions away from her young daughter, and here she stood, rooted to the spot in excited embarrassment, bleary-eyed and open-mouthed, wet and gawking, staring lewdly in despicable fascination at the unnatural scene.
Nooooooo! I can't let this happen! NNNNoooooooo ... !
But Sally Masterson's alcohol-relaxed body was gradually beginning to betray her in spite of her miserable reluctance. Her will had been one of steel - a will to surrender herself only so that her daughter's virginity might be spared - but fire melts even steel, and the raging fire in her loins was like that in a blast furnace, a fire fed by intense erotic arousal incited by the salacious scene. And those sucking noises! Unable to control herself, the aroused young mother breathed faster and harder, both excited and tormented, as she drank in the sensations of watching and hearing and imagining that she was there.
Hands on her daughter's soft white buttocks, the young man worked his slavering face deeper into the child's crotch, making the girl wriggle and cry out in aroused abandon. She had her face on the young man's torso which was still covered by a sports shirt, and had drooled onto it, creating a dark moist patch right below his chest. "OOOOOOHHHHH GODDDDD!" she cried, and it was clear that she was not in pain - but in the toils of lewd ecstasy!
Sally stood as though transfixed or petrified, her brain reeling compulsively, unable to fathom fully the scene in all its depraved nuances. Lord, oh Lord ... she kept repeating to herself dully ... Lord, poor Donna is a virgin ... she must remain a virgin ... this can't happen to my poor young daughter ...
Del sensed that she was watching and, without ceasing the primitive and compulsive tempo of his lapping tongue, he released one hand from Donna's quivering buttocks and sent it down to open his straining fly. His penis was fully erect and was pressing on the material of his trousers, demanding freedom. He unzipped his fly and the thick, long protuberance sprung out and up, now a tempting pole fully exposed to Sally's lust-crazed gaze. She watched in mind-bending horror as her daughter's small hand instinctively made for the weapon of male flesh. And her ears rang like bells when she heard the foul interchange. Del, pulling his face away from Donna's saliva-slickened vaginal slit, called out coarsely:
"PUMP IT, HONEY, GOOOOOOO!"
"SUCK ME, I'LL PUMP! JUST SUCK HARDER!!!"
As his face latched back onto her delicately flavored cuntal lips, Donna emitted a high scream of pure passion, making Sally wince from the harshness of the degradation that the screams echoed. She watched in horrified fascination as the darkness of his upright erection was manipulated cunningly by her own daughter's small hand, and a sudden shudder of shocked revulsion and sexual excitement shook her to the very marrow of her bones. The expanse of his penis gleamed in the dull golden light, and the lascivious sight of her daughter wriggling lewdly on top of the man mesmerized her, making her very flesh palpitate and burn ...
In her emphatically weakened state, Sally could easily imagine that it was she who was receiving those hot thrusts of his round, wet, pointed tongue against her now aching and itching clitoris, that that searing tongue which had speared so blatantly into her own resisting mouth only an hour before was now degrading her very own vaginal lips and buzzing clitoral nerve end. As she imagined this, her right hand slid down the smoothness of her trembling body, down the flat plane of her belly to come to rest hotly on the honey-blonde curls of her moist pussy. Erotic passion was burning her loins, flowing like molten lava through her veins, making her other hand move of its own volition to her breast where suddenly that thumb and forefinger began to manipulate the nipple into diamond-hard erection. She gasped as she realized what she was doing.
Her own groans, soft as they were, were loud enough to be heard by Del. He managed a triumphant smile while still sucking on Donna's quivering cunt-lips, and began to really turn her on. Sally was lost to the sight, her mind drugged by the debauchery she was witnessing, dulled by alcohol, jolted by the fantasy that it was her pussy being licked, her hand pumping that thick cock so demandingly. She could feel the dry slippery hotness of that shaft in her hand as the skin of his erect penis was held hard in her pumping hand, slithering smoothly over the veined tube's softness inside. OOOHHHH GOD! she silently screamed, I have to stop them! But her desire to interfere was to no avail. She was beyond all rational thought and action, her body entirely divorced from and commands her mind might give it.
She gathered the hem of the sheer pink nightie, slowly lowering herself to the floor to spread herself on her back with disjointed and unabashed immodesty as her naked upper thighs and wet, pink cuntal slit were exposed to the same golden light and warmth as was playing upon the two thrashing people on that sofa. The moist slit of her hot pink desire was now open as she splayed her quivering thighs wide apart, and she tucked her nightie up around her waist. The aroused young mother began to rub her vagina's wetly inflamed lips sensuously, as she had never done before; with her left hand she slowly caressed her breast, bringing it to a heat that threatened to melt the hot mound of tingling flesh.
Something inside her told her that this was just as bad as what she had done in the car, since she was caressing herself and undulating on the floor of a strange house while actually watching her daughter being raped by a total stranger. Her hand seemed glued to the lips of her cunt, and her slender middle finger worked into the hot wetness of that hungry slit, to press softly on the buzzing, itching nub of her small clitoris. Despite her heart's hammering beats banging in her ears, she could still hear her daughter's cries of sexual abandon.
"GOD, HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!"
And, as though her hand were Del's hot tongue, it responded by auto-manipulating harder, more urgently, more degradingly. Her lubricating fluids had begun to flow hotly up, to cover her wildly massaging hand, and wet, clicking noises reached Del's keyed-up ears, mixed with the increasingly stridulous moans and mewls.
Hhhhmmmm, she's beating off, all right, he thought. I'll have to cut this short! Donna will throw a fit, of course, but I want her so hot that she'll climb the wall! And, in the meantime, I intend to really subjugate that sexy lady on the floor.
With brutal determination, Del pulled his head away and pushed Donna off, standing her on the floor.
Donna's gasp of outrage was choked in her throat as her eyes fastened onto the lewd scene of her own mother, sprawled shamelessly on the floor, her knees up and apart, one hand manipulating the wide-open cunt wetly, the other hand rubbing the breast with animal abandon. "MOTHER!" she screamed, her hand going to her mouth in an involuntary gesture of incredulousness.
It was like a bucket of cold water tossed onto her, seeing Donna's look of horror. Looking toward Del for some sympathy while caught in the incredible act of masturbation right before her own daughter, she winced at his mirthful smirk. But when her eyes fastened on his rock-hard column of virility, she fought back the tide of burning shame and gasped: "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Teasing and tantalizing her, Del began to stroke his shaft slowly, smiling at her still open pinkness. "Take off that nightgown," he calmly ordered, his voice firm but kind.
Reluctantly but burning with a lust she had never dreamed possible, a shameful feeling of voluntary lewdness, she sat up and thrust the sheer nightie over her head and flung it aside, her eyes avoiding her daughter's baleful gaze. She was a ready woman, and her cunt demanded satisfaction, the gratification that was its rightful due. Her gaze was welded hotly to the purplish knob of his tremendously stretched penis, making her shudder with breath-stopping excitement. If her heart had been merely hammering before, it was thundering now, crashing in her very eardrums like ominously close sixteen-inch guns. Her mouth was dry, and she flicked a pink tip of tongue across her parched lips to wet them.
All this while, Donna was reeling, about to faint or laugh, she didn't know which. The sight actually sent electric jolts of incredible disbelief flashing up to her boggled brain. She sat dully down on the sofa, her outrageous rejection by Del covered over by the unbelievable sight of her mother's wantonly sprawled body, a lewdly craving flesh receptacle of sex. Her eyes flashed from her naked mother to Del's turgid member, and she whimpered. Damn, she thought, mother again! This was the second time that her mother had acted her out, interfered just as she was about to achieve orgasm. She was, at that moment, not harboring very charitable thoughts about her mother! She wanted to see her mother had!
In this, she and Del were one. As he stroked the firm penis into rock-hardness, he smirked down at the trembling, sex-crazed young mother below him. He admired her full, untanned body, with the combination of slender arms and full breasts that he so liked. Her blonde hair was still wet, parted in the middle and combed down like the tresses of an innocent young teenager. In all, she looked much younger than her thirty plus years, especially huddled on the floor, flushed and panting in eager anticipation of a hot, wet tryst with sex. She too had green eyes, and those eyes now sparkled hotly. The nostrils of her pert nose flared with each intake of breath, and her pink tongue repeatedly flicked across her pouting red lips. Looking down, Del gleefully feasted his eyes on her womanly breasts, soft, white and plump, capped with twin red haloes and puckered nubs of nipples. They were not sagging in the least, but were well up, like the breasts of a girl in her early twenties. Beneath the twin monuments was a creamy white expanse of naked belly, flat in front with an exciting indentation leading from the lush cleavage to the navel, tapering dramatically inward to the constriction of the small waist. The full flair of the woman's hips intrigued Del, and looking at a point between their alluring curve, directly below her navel, his eyes fastened on the modest triangular thatch of curly, honey-colored pubic hair. The wet, pink lips of her pussy were still visible to him, exposed up between her wide-spread thighs that seemed to silently call to him. Her thighs were smooth and untanned, a creamy white. The legs tapered gracefully and were very shapely but were also smooth and not muscular appearing.
Donna was also gazing at her mother, and grudgingly admitted that her mother was one very alluring woman, well shaped and in all beautiful. She found herself wishing that she would be as attractive as her mother when she reached that unthinkably advanced state of old-age.
The fires of burning sexuality were raging in Sally's womb.
"Pleeaaassseee," she murmured, talking to Del's cock's thickness, "please take me! Don't tease me like this for God's sake!"
"Please what, Mrs. Masterson, be specific if you will."
"Please fuck me!" she cried out in lewd coarseness.
"You want my cock, Mrs. Masterson? Is that it?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes yes! I want your cock! I want it in my cunt! Please! I have to have your cock!"
He inched forward slowly. "I will give you my cock, Mrs. Masterson, but not in your cunt! I have a little surprise for you!"
Her arousal was now such that she was oblivious to her young daughter's presence, and she was completely abandoned to whatever that cock may do to her. "ANYTHING!" she cried out hoarsely.
"That a way!" he said to her, and knelt on the thick golden carpeting between her widely spread legs. Grasping her ankles in a vise-like grip, he thrust her legs apart and up, lifting her entire bottom-side up and opening those luscious pink lips to his view. Once again Sally found herself on her shoulders and neck, upside-down. Her legs had been forced apart so far and so forcefully that an intense ache shot through her desire-wracked body.
"Owwwww! Oh oh oh oh oh owwwwwww! that hurts!!!"
Still holding her in the up-ended spread-eagle, Del peered down at the exposed folds of pink wetness inside the hair-covered lips of her delicious pussy. Bending low, he inhaled and said: "Mmmm, boy, you smell nice and clean in your pussy! It would be a real shame to get it all full of cum!" And then he dipped down, his tongue flicking out and striking the rising finger of flesh he knew to be her defenseless clitoris.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Sally gasped at the fantastic jolt of forbidden pleasure that the illicit touch of his tongue on her clit sent racing through her. Nobody had ever tongued her, fucked her with a tongue. She had never permitted it, even though, in the early years of their marriage, George had tried it several times. She was now a prisoner of lust, chained by desire that was stronger than any chain of iron. Her desire's voice screamed at her, not from her brain but from her body, while the pain from her legs increased the humiliating aspect of her depraved resignation. She felt utterly foul, filthy, soiled, sexy. Every cell in her lust-torn body screamed at her to fuck and suck, grovel in the slimiest depths of lascivious salaciousness that she could sink to, to recoup those years of lost sex, to get back at George, to achieve fulfillment, to show Donna and protect her to, but mostly to fuck and suck for the pure animal joy of it! And now, flashes of pure erotic desire were licking her loins as Del's tongue licked her delicate up-turned cunt.
"OOooooo, how damned good! How good, how good, how good!" she murmured, over and over and over again in her delirious whirl. Each swipe of his hot, wet, broad tongue sent delicious thrills of burning pleasure searing into her, but suddenly her heart faltered! He's going back too far! NOOOOO! Not there!!! Not on my bottom! Not there!
Del looked right at the trembling lips of her cuntal flesh as he fastened his mouth onto her exposed asshole. He pointed his tongue and drove it hard against the tightly clenched knot of her anus, trying to force it into that puckered hole so that he could lubricate it while whipping Sally into further depths of humiliating desire.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she cried out as the tongue penetrated her defenseless asshole. Writhing now to be free of that unnatural entry, she only helped him thrust it deeper, and she screamed out in a futile and faltering series of sobs that turned from cries of outrage into croons of mind-bending surprise. She had thought that it was terrible, defiling, filthy, but the tongue felt good! She actually ENJOYED it, she realized with a flush. Her arousal mounted, and she cried out to him in a coarse voice: "Deeper! Deeper, deeper, deeper, omigawd!" and she bucked up, trying to suck that hotly delving tongue right out of its wet moorings in his fantastic mouth. God, she thought, how can it feel so good?
Quick to recognize her change, Del lowered her legs and she lay free of his tongue and hands, writhing on the floor.
"Onto your hands and knees," he commanded, standing up and working rapidly with the buckle of his belt. He swiftly undressed, throwing his clothing onto the sofa beside the mesmerized Donna. Completely naked, his pulsating male flesh extending proudly before him like a flame-capped spear, he once again knelt between her legs.
Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he looked down and aimed the tip of his mammoth prick right at the puckered brown knot of flesh. Then, slowly and with incredible precision, he advanced the bulbous, rubber-like knob toward that alluring hole in her saliva-soaked crevice. His cock tingled as it approached, and he braced himself for the anal penetration.
As she felt the hot pressure of his enormous knob against her exposed anus, Sally cried out in fear and tried to wriggle forward, but he held her in a vise-like grip, and suddenly she knew that it was no use, that he was going to fuck her like dogs fuck, and put his cock into her too-small anus! She knew that it would kill her, and shots of sheer brain-shattering pain jolted her trembling body as the agonizing ache from that lewd pressure increased to the breaking-point. "NO! YOU'LL KILL ME! NO!"
Her protests only served to incite the already lust-crazed man, and he pressed forward with all his might, looking down in hot-eyed satisfaction as the cringing brown flesh stretched out to admit just the beginnings of his bulbous knob. He bucked forward swiftly and let out a grunt of pleasure as he felt the tight elastic give and allow his entire knob to pop into the dark hotness of her rectum.
"AAARRGGHHH!!! AAAIIIEEEEEEOOOW-WWWW!!!" she screamed, filling the entire house with a deafening, high-pitched screech.
She writhed and wriggled in a pain-provoked attempt to rid her tortured asshole of the painfully plunged penis, but her vain efforts only helped him by inciting him to further bestiality and drawing his cock in farther. Her sphincter contracted like a ring of fire, dizzying Del with the delicious sensation clasping right behind his hotly trapped knob.
"AAAHHH!" he groaned, and bucked forward further, sending the cruelly penetrating shaft in another inch.
"NNNOOOOOO! YOU'LL RIP ME, YOU'LL RIP MEEEEE!!!"
On the sofa, Donna's hand had slipped down onto her modest peaches and cream thighs, and it began a slow, urgent caressing of the smooth mound and honey-dripping lips of her itching cunt. She watched the spectacle of her mother's widely-stretched asshole accepting the torturous progress of his incredibly thick penis and her insides roared with sexual excitement. Her mother's screams inflamed her, frightened her, aroused her, dizzied her. She knew how it must hurt, and also knew that her mother had asked for it. It didn't take much effort, therefore, for her to resist a futile interruption. Besides, she was too excited by the sight of that long, thick dark snake going up into her mother's asshole.
Del clutched the wildly squirming woman under her hips, his powerful hands against the angles of her legs and pelvis, and looked down, sweating and grunting as he witnessed the tight penetration of his lust-hardened cock into the terribly distended lips of her nether mouth. The sight built his lust, generating a sadistic desire to impale the freckless victim like a shish-kebab on his skewer of impatiently throbbing prick. He bucked forward, a devilish grin on his face as he slammed forward with a savage thrust, sending his cock up into her hot depths yet another inch.
"NOOOOOOOOO ... !" she sobbed helplessly as she felt the wild, mind-bending pain - shattering, disintegrating agony! She groaned again and again. She wildly flailed her outraged buttocks and clenched her cringing anus, unleashing a long, low moan of sheer, unadulterated terror from her pain-contorted lips. Each of these actions only helped to drive the cruel, hardened young penis further into her.
Still holding her tightly, Del began to press forward, thrusting his enormous shaft far into her cringing depths. He could feel her rectum quivering around his huge weapon and he dug his hands into her fleshy hips to still her wild thrashing.
Sally's mind had gone blank - she could realize nothing but the overwhelming, searing, soul-destroying agony and pain of the brutal penetration. Even the knowledge that her own daughter was not ten feet away dissolved in the face of the agonizing terror and his excruciatingly ripping cock. She felt that she was on the brink of a fatal fall into the unknown abyss of death.
"Oh, please! Please stop it, STOP IT!" she screamed, "you're splitting me wide open ... I can't stand it ... !"
Her pitiful pleas further aroused his lust.
"Come on, Sally! You can take it! You're rough, tough, and you can take it!" He panted these words as he thrust his burgeoning weapon even deeper, burying half of its awe-inspiring length right up her tight hot ass. The sight titillated him, and her rectum was so hot and tight that he thought for sure that she had another set of razor-sharp teeth in there, all nibbling on his cock to make it feel so wonderful. This sensation goaded him into further lunges, and he shot his cock, with brutal efficiency, right up into the melted butter of her upper rectum.
This knocked the very breath out of Sally, who saw stars as the shaft skewered her tender anal sanctum. She felt as though she were being cleft in twain by a slicing butcher's cleaver and her insides were ripped and torn to shreds. She sensed that her mutinous buttocks were flaring unbearably as he crammed his thick, blood-bloated rod all the way to the hilt with a pulverizing lunge.
He shot his huge cock all the way in!
Groaning in disbelief, she could feel his hot balls dangling against the soft flanges of her tightly cringing vagina, the hair and wrinkled scrotal skin tickling those delicate lips obscenely.
Completely inert, she knelt terrified, not daring to move lest the pain become magnified. Her pelvis, still savagely grasped by his sex-strengthened hands, tingled with burning pain, and her consciousness of the grotesque prick pushing into her now brutally ravaged bottom with animal-like strength overwhelmed her. The hot scourge of that invading weapon of lascivious flesh was unbearable, and Sally cried out in shame and pain.
"NNNnnnoooooooooo!!! God, you've killed me ... !"
Del stared down at the tightness where his body was so nicely fastened to hers. His thick, wiry pubic hair was tight into the widespread cleft between her white, soft, quivering buttocks, and his raping sodomizing cock was buried in there, out of sight! He gazed in rapacious delight as he pulled his thick cudgel out a bit and saw the clinging pink lips of her asshole try to resist the withdrawal. "Sally, thy name is woman!" he cried in triumph, complimenting her while consciously building resentment in Donna, whom he knew to be watching. He pulled his long, hard shaft all the way out, still watching the tender pink softness of her rectal chamber as it clung automatically to the almost purple shaft of his enormous prick. Then, with a forward bend and a slow, forceful drive, he slithered the cock back in, once again forcing the very breath out of the sodomized woman.
"AAAHHHIIIEEEEE!!!!" she screamed, falling forward as every ounce of strength dissolved from her. Her muscles turned to jelly and as they did, the shooting pains flying up her spine lessened in electric intensity. A welcome numbness settled over her and she lay, panting, unable to move. She was well skewered, impaled on his spike like a murdered hog. The pain all left.
Del was delighted by her outbreak of resistance, but when she fell forward and became limp, he shrugged and decided to plunder her on the floor. Thus, in a see-saw motion, he began to pull out and thrust in, pull out and thrust in, keeping a slow, perfect tempo. His cock reveled in her tight asshole, now stretched well enough so that his movements were still rasping but very fine.
The intolerable pain finally began to subside in Sally, and she felt her breathing taking on a semblance of normality as the young man began a steady sawing in and out of her ravished anal canal. Her abuse and humiliation crashed in on her at that brief moment of relaxed pain, and she felt like a belonging of this brash man, something to be used for his pleasure. A fresh new horror began in her as she felt the tingling of a new sensation starting deep inside her - a small needlepoint of salacious desire! Her fire grew swiftly, and suddenly she recognized the lewd fact that her body was actually betraying her once again! She was beginning to enjoy this lascivious, unnatural sodomizing by the depraved young man! Trying to squelch the lewd fire, she tried to clench her buttocks together, but it was no use! Lust and desire and sexual pleasure and that demanding hunger grew until she was drowning in it. Her plundered body was alive with jolting shocks of electrical ecstasy, and her lubricating fluid from the hot buttery depths of her naked cunt began to flow freely, gushing up and out, rolling from the untouched slit beneath her sorely ravished asshole. Some forbidden masochistic pleasure began to come to the fore in the depths of her lewdly craving belly, and she found herself fanning her widely-splayed buttocks up to meet his savage thrusts. The pleasure was contrary to every feeling she had about anal sodomy, contrary to her beliefs, her upbringing, against everything she thought was moral or good or right - but the thrilling sensation had overpowered her! Her thoroughly aroused body began to shake and quake under his savage thrusts and her anus began to actively suck, trying to draw in every inch of his naked, thundering penis.
Del felt her complete submission, and then he smiled when he felt her begin, to respond to his ministrations. Releasing her hip with one hand, he slithered it under her and began to work the wetness of her pussy into a hot froth. As he slammed into her asshole, he began a calculated rhythm of erotic manipulation of her clitoris, and was rewarded by guttural groans issuing from her mouth, punctuated by coarsely obscene cries.
"OOOOoooommmmmm, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, for the love of God!!! Oh, oh, oh, oh!!! OOOOoooohhhhh!!!!"
"Uuummmppphhhh - uuummmppphhhh!!!" he grunted in response, glad that she was getting what she wanted after bitching so much. But more important she was putting on a good show, one that would play an active part in the degradation of her young daughter, an act that he both looked forward to and regretted. While thinking about this, he sent his blood-laden prick slicing through the now accommodating rectal passage with greater strength, lunging forward until the base of his pelvis was flat against her buttocks, his balls cradled tightly in the warm smooth furrow between her slightly parted legs. Then he raised back and withdrew his now slimy prick, allowing just the bloated head to remain imbedded in her anus - and then he lunged forward once again.
The utter lewdness of her position once again occurred to Sally, but it no longer mattered. She remembered now that Donna was there and probably watching; that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that cock and that hand, working together to fan the blazing, crackling fire burning inside her loins.
"Mmmm ... ooohhhhhh ... !" she cried out in sudden excitement, "fuckme, fuckme, fuckme haaaaarrrrrrd!" Her obscene words increased her own arousal, and she suddenly realized that the brash, smooth-talking young man held her key like no other man ever had. Her ass seemed to be rising of its own volition to meet his thundering drives.
"That a way, fuck up and back, harder! Harder!" he growled, his orgasm bubbling up maddeningly. "Make it, damn it, I'm about to cum!" and he slammed now with a savage fury that made his skin glisten with rolling sweat.
"GOD YES!" she cried out, quivering like she was electric, "MAKE IT! MAKE IT NNNOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" and she began a violent series of gasps, wriggling her ass up, shaking it like a diamond-back rattlesnake about to strike.
"OOOOOoooooohhhhhhh, UUURRRGGGHHHHHH!!!" he exploded, slamming down onto her and prying his cock up into her rectum as though it were a crowbar. His heavy liquid load of thick white sperm shot up into her, both agonizing and fulfilling him, and he slumped forward, panting and gasping.
Sally screamed out as she felt that steaming hot gush of hot cum splash up into her belly, flushing the rippling sides of her aroused rectum. Her own orgasm coincided with the unnatural fertilization, bubbling up as it did from her very toes in a crashing tidal wave that knocked her senseless and delirious. The last thing she remembered was the steaming torrents crazing her, and then - once again - she fell off into a blissful, dreamless unconsciousness.
"Wow!" Donna said, her own hand wet from the juices of three orgasms. "Lightning struck twice!"
Del looked at her with half-closed eyes and groaned. "God, this mother of yours is some hot stuff, no shit!"
Donna resented that. She thought that she could be better, any way he wanted to try it. She had but little to wait!
CHAPTER V
When George Masterson finally saw the dark Skelly station, he was empty and disheartened. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was almost ten. "What now?" he asked the taciturn old farmer.
"Reckon you'll just have to try'n get yourself a ride on to the town up a piece!"
"Look, I'll give you twenty dollars if you'll give me a ride there."
"Can't rightly do that, sonny! Mare's foalin', y'know. No time for a man to be away. Just drove over to see old Doc Baily, I did, for some of that there ergot for old Millie, I did! She's havin' a time of it, pore ol' thing! Yessiree, if she ain't!"
Several cars had passed the ancient pick-up, which was going at a nerve-wrenchingly slow pace, boiling as it chugged along. They had been, Masterson knew, potential rides. He was frantic to get back to the car. "Look." he suggested to the wily farmer, "I'll give you twenty dollars if I can use this truck for two hours! My wife and daughter -"
"Use old Fern here? Not a chance, sonny! Sides, it ain't assured nohow!"
"Insured! I have insurance! I'm an insurance man!"
"Well if that don't beat all! Imagine you being one of them slick insurance fellows! An' you got insurance you say?"
"Sure!"
"Well, brings to mind about the shoemaker's kids always going barefoot, if you get my point! Sorry, sonny, but I need this car here, and I don't really need money no more, not at my age! Now if I was a young stud, like you, then maybe things'd be a mite diff'rent. But you see - oop! Gotta turn off at yonder road, sonny! But you'll catch you a ride right quick. Friendly folk hereabouts, yep, mighty friendly!"
"Thanks," Masterson said as he got out. As the dilapidated old truck chuffed up a ragged dirt road he growled out, "Thanks one hell of a lot!"
Crickets were everywhere, and the night was utterly still, black and without a wisp of wind. From miles away came the lonesome hoot of a train, a whistle that conjured up sad memories for George Masterson. He lit a cigarette, looked up into the star-punctured bowl of the sky above, and inhaled deeply, feeling angry on the outside, strangely peaceful on the inside. "Nice night for something," he said aloud, and began the solitary trek into the black void which lay everywhere ahead.
At this very moment, Del raised himself, withdrawing his cock from Sally's clasping anus with an audible pop! He looked blearily at Donna and managed a half-smile. "That's three times now!"
"So?" she asked insouciantly.
"So three times for me is hard to do! When I was a young kid I could screw the night away, but I'm pretty old for that now! Making it with a strange woman the first time is pretty easy, you know - like falling off a log."
"What if she's not pretty?"
"I've never seen an ugly cunt. Anyway, the second time is pretty easy, especially if it's you sucking me off! Then the third wasn't so tough, because you got me good and sexy, and your old lady's asshole appealed to the beast in me ... "
"And what about a fourth -?" Donna inquired.
He surveyed her alluring form dubiously. "I don't know, but I rather doubt it. A guy has to be pretty damned excited to make it four times in one night. I mean, what he's thinking of screwing should be pretty damned hot stuff!" He was leading her down the old garden path with all that talk, using the reverse pitch known to all hustlers of his rank.
He turned away from her, exhaled with a mighty yawn, and made slowly for the bathroom door.
Donna turned beet-red and her eyes blazed. Why that sonofabitch! she murmured, surprising herself at the ease with which the phrase came to mind. Suddenly she hated her mother and detested the loathsome cop-out who just walked away from her - to take a shower!!! she realized as she heard the liquid hiss of the water in the stall. Enraged, she stormed into the kitchen and, like a regular little woman of the world, took some ice-cubes from the refrigerator, threw them into a tall glass, and filled the glass with schnapps. If she would have had a tail, it would have been twitching! It was the day for intense new feelings for Donna, and she was confused while being enraged. One thing for sure, she had encountered sex.
But she had also seen her mother in a new light. That light was also shed on Donna herself, and she was taking a hard look at herself in it. What she saw bothered her. Not that she didn't like what she saw; she merely didn't understand it! She was comparing her new self - with her new feelings- to her old self - with that out-dated set of feelings. And she was placing that image against the image of her mother. She had thought that her mother was a devoted, straight-laced wife, prepared to do her duty with her father, not that she ever thought about it much. But her eyes had been opened to the fact that her mother not only was not devoted to her father, she was downright disloyal and wantonly adulterous! She fucked like a mink, as the kids in school said. Imagine, Donna mused, my mother, a nymph! Does that make me a nymphet like I read about in that Lolita book? She was only thirteen, as I recall, and she screwed that what'sisname all the time! Boy, she certainly came to a miserable end! Stuck away in some grimy little shack in a coal-mining town! Not for this girl! Mom was the one who told me not to play with fire - and not to drink - mmmmmm, this tastes good! And still, she seemed to like it so much that she positively fainted dead away! What's she trying to do, keep all the fun to herself? God, did she ever wail when Del fucked - mmmmm, that word, fuck! Even nasty sounding! - her! And it was even worse when she got it in the - asshole!!! Imagine! And doing it right in front of me! Ye gods! Lying there on the floor like a - like a what??? - playing with herself, her pussy open so wide I could see right into it! WOW! My mother!!!
She sat there and mused, drinking the drink and calming down. Her rage had subsided, leaving raw confusion as she tried to work the whirling parts of her puzzle together. She had done her share of so-called vile things. She had masturbated wantonly - and the kids at school would go crazy to know that! They all said that it would make you crazy, cause acne, and make hair grow on the palms of your hands. She looked at the palms of her hands after putting the drink down, and idly ran her fingertips over her clear cheeks, asking herself all the while: Am I going crazy? A short laugh erupted from her red lips and she sipped again, admiring the cool peppermint taste that calmed and refreshed her.
The very thought of being fucked by a man frightened her, but her erotic arousal had been whipped to such a fever pitch that she regarded a fucking as inevitable. Reinforcing this was the memory of her mother, wild with raw animal passion, flailing and wriggling and uttering ear-scorching obscenities. Well, Donna thought, if she can do it, why can't I? Didn't Del tell me that I have a nice, tight pussy? Didn't he say that mom's was like a cave? That he could hardly touch the sides? Boy, seeing her on her back like that, I can believe him! But then, I came out of that pussy, so it has to be pretty big! Nothing has gone into mine, or come out, except blood and stuff for about a year. So I guess that mine should be nice and tight. I guess that's good - at least from what Del says. I'll have to have it, and that's all there is to it! But God, it's so frightfully big! It even hurts when I put my finger into it a little! Maybe I won't have to have it. God, if I can judge from mom, it's sure fun! But it sure must hurt at first! We'll see, maybe.
Her reverie ended as she heard the shower stop. Determined not to make the first move, Donna sat hunched forward at the kitchen table, nursing her drink and trying to further sort her thoughts.
MMmmmmm, Del hummed, I wonder where the little angel is? Damn, but I do like her. God, she's so nice I could go straight for her. And the old lady ain't bad, either. That dumb ass Masterson! But God, can he move! I just intended to scare shit out of him, but when he leaped the wrong way like that I almost lost it! Oh, well, screw it! But I wonder if he knows what a pair of hot numbers he has running around the house, horny as hell all the time. Bet the stupid bastard thinks more about his morning shit than he does about those wonderful cunts all wet for prick!
Thinking about beautiful things running around the house, Del let his mind wander back to little Becky, his first and only love. He had been young then, and important. But also improvident, or at least, quite unlucky and a bit fool-hardy. His affair with Becky had been a brief, whirlwind affair despite an age difference of some eight years. It was while Del was just finishing his Master's. Becky was almost fourteen, and she had promised to marry Del, who wanted nothing more. The night that Del received his MBA he picked Becky up and they went to a motel. Becky's parents, alerted to the cause of her numerous dates and expensive gifts, had her followed by police whom, after a respectable interval, entered the motel room and found the two undressed and in each other's arms. A terrible scene followed, but the county medical examiner's staff determined that Becky's hymen was still intact and that she was not, according to the frog test, pregnant. Despite her sobbed confession of her deep and undying love for Del, her parents pressed charges, and he drew two years on a carnal knowledge charge. This embittered him, but in prison he made some friends and, in all, effectively continued his education, albeit with a turn - a change in emphasis. He had been given a very promising position with a New York brokerage firm; naturally the conviction vitiated that. But he learned the fine art of conmanship, with assorted minor programs such as brutality, extortion, lying, and police-avoidance. His fellow inmates advised him against taking his parole, so he served the two years and emerged with the prison pallor, a new suit of clothes, and twenty dollars. The world had changed, he noted ruefully, but people hadn't. Since it was his intention to get even with people, this fact overjoyed him. He began conning that very afternoon, and within a week had a relatively new used car - one good enough to enable him to drive up to Becky's neighborhood. Then he had found out: Two months after he had been imprisoned she had run away, never to be seen again. Now Del had absolutely nothing to live for - and after spending two weeks in intensive investigations trying to find some clue about her whereabouts, he gave up in abject despair and turned his mind to making money and women, both as heartlessly as possible.
His propensity for Mrs. Masterson as a subject for degradation was simple: Donna reminded him of Becky even though Mrs. Masterson was nothing like Becky's mother. He had been out of prison now for almost three years. The fact that he couldn't vote didn't bother him too much, but that he was stripped naked of his citizenship hurt during the lonely hours. The army didn't want him because the carnal knowledge charge indicated to the draft board that he was a sex-offender, a pervert, a fiend. "Very well then," he grimly vowed through set jaws, "Goddamn it, if I'm a sex-fiend, then I'm a sex-fiend!" He began to pick up girls on his zig-zag itinerary across the country, and at first he tried to actually be brutal, but he couldn't bring himself to perform unredeeming acts of physical violence. So he altered his modus operandi and began to toy with their fears - violently in some cases. This achieved the desired result. Degrading women.
But then he met Donna.
Walking out of the bedroom, he looked down at Mrs. Masterson, and bent, hoisted her easily up onto his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed, covered her, looked down at her and whispered: "God-damn-you!!"
He hated her because she, like Becky's mother, represented an unclimbable barrier to something he desperately wanted; she and old man Masterson.
But Del was older now, older and wiser. He had met Donna, and he had conquered her. He had also conquered her mother in no uncertain terms. She was his slave, a groveling slave of the flesh, a woman eager to be defiled most lewdly. She was, in short, rather like most women he had raped. And he knew too that she wore the pants in the Masterson family, and wore them so well that old man Masterson was probably out looking for ass most of the time.
He KNEW how to fix that!
One remaining point bothered him: He thought that Sally and Donna might be latent Lesbians. Was it curiosity, he wondered, that made Donna play with her mother in the back seat like that? He walked into the kitchen, and his blood began to pump harder as he saw the frail frame hunched there at the table, drink in hand. He knew that she was trying to score him off at his own game, and smiled that the girl with the innocent eyes could have such spirit and such raw nerve. Her eyes were what got him mostly. There was no missing their pure innocence, but that sparkle, that hot little flame way back there - that also got to him. Lowering himself into a chair opposite her, he sighed heavily and threw her a weary half-smile. "Pretty antisocial tonight, eh?" He took her drink and quaffed off a swallow.
"Have a nice shower?" she replied, her tone frigid and haughty.
"Wonderful! You should try one. Relaxes you."
"THIS relaxes me," she contradicted, taking her drink back and tossing it off as though it were water.
Del regarded her steadily, silently, wondering exactly what was going on behind those pretty eyes of hers. "Have any boy friends at school?" he asked, knowing how girls her age would go on and on about their various boyfriends.
"No." She said absolutely nothing more, and looked down.
"Why?" he persisted, trying to open her up.
"Boys make me sick!"
"And what about men?" he pried, coming around to his point.
"Men are worse."
"And what about me?" he asked, finally getting her to look up.
Tears flooded her eyes. "You're the worst of all - you - you - bastard!" She sobbed it out and crumbled onto her arms.
Del pushed his cane-backed chair away from the table, stood, and walked into the bedroom, where he picked a nice red silk robe out of the huge assortment in the closet. When he once again was in the kitchen, standing above her, he said: "Here. Put this on! You look ridiculous in that get-up!" He tapped her on the shoulder.
With a feminine fury usually the mark of older women, she snatched the robe and stood, struggling into it without even so much as glancing at him. Her slender frame was wracked by her pitiful sobbing and her high-red cheeks were wet from the streams of tears flowing down them. Her lips quivered. Del was moved, and despite a voice screaming at him not to, he put an arm around her, pulled her gently to him, and kissed her tenderly. Her arm went up around his neck and she pulled his face harder against hers. That young hand encircling his neck pressed his head tightly against hers, fusing their mouths together like the welding of white-hot metal. His fingers caressed her shoulder lovingly and then moved down as if they were separate entities that he was unable to control, and they moved easily over the soft, pliant mounds of her budding but already respectable breasts, hot and trembling. Tongues probing hungrily in and out of one another's mouth, they waved, both realizing that the rhythm of the tongues represented copulation. Donna moaned and clutched him, trembling.
In the other room, the alarm clock showed twenty minutes till eleven. Sally stirred, moaned, heard herself, and blinked. Once again she was disoriented, but she didn't cry out; she felt too fine. Her anus hurt from the stretched soreness, but her body felt like never before. In a flash everything came back to her. How she had lain on the living room floor, watching Donna and that man, Donna obviously enjoying the tongue-fucking she was getting. How she had masturbated with animal abandon. How she had taken the length of his enormous penis up her rectum, and how, for the second time that night, she had fainted dead away from the sheer ecstasy of the sexual adventure. A shiver of delicious excitement rushed through her. Then she remembered the knife, and the basement. The house was quiet, and alarm bells exploded with deafening intensity in her head, shaking her to the core. Leaping out of her bed, she ran stark naked out of the room, through the living room, and into the kitchen, where she skidded on her heels and almost fell over. Donna and Del were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing and nothing else! Completely drained of strength through sheer relief, she lowered herself to the floor and knelt there, a low moan escaping her quivering lips.
Donna heard it and broke the kiss. Looking down she saw the kneeling nakedness of her mother and, still angry with her, said: "Rise, mother, from that semi-recumbent posture! It is most indecorous! And do put a wrapper on, if you would."
Sally gazed up through tear-filled eyes at the little girl who was treating her as a little girl. "Are you all right, Donna?"
"As a matter of fact, no! I'm bitter and frustrated!"
"She's bitter and frustrated," Del echoed, smiling down.
"I'm glad!" Sally said, meaning just that.
"I just knew you would be, mother." Bitter, frustrated tone.
"She just knew you would be, mommie!" Del echoed, still smiling.
"Stop that, you two!"
"Aren't you going to ask me how I am, mommie?"
"You can go to hell - you vermin!" she cried in anger and no small amount of bitter frustration herself.
"Well, I'll tell you anyway!"
"Please don't!" Sally pleaded. She was on her hands and knees, shaking her head at the gold-flecked vinyl tile of the floor, wetting that tile with copious saline tears.
"What about you, honey? Won't you ask how I am?"
"I know how you are!" Donna quipped, squeezing his arm. "You're wonderful."
"Do you really think so?" he asked, melting even more.
"No. I think you're a bastard, but I love you."
"Mommie, did you hear that? Your baby loves me!" He called that message down, enunciating clearly. It was a victory for him, after Becky. He couldn't let on how happy he was.
"She's only a CHILLLLLLLD!" Sally howled in abject despair.
"And what are you, mother, since you're putting on the labels?"
"I'm a woman!" Sally replied, without hesitation.
"The child is the mother of the woman!" Del snapped, spearing Sally like a frog.
"Hey, Sally," Del needled, "go put a robe on. Care for another drink? Or some coffee? Can make either in a jiff ... "
Sally walked out of the room, still shaking her downcast head.
"Bitter, frustrated woman," Del said after her.
"YOU BASTARD!" she hurled, wheeling.
"That's unanimous, then, that I'm a bastard. Since we've dealt with my parents, let's look at your relationship with Donna for a while, all right? By the way, get that damned robe on, and NOW! Then, into the living room. If you want coffee to sober up, by God, make it yourself! NOW MOVE!!!"
His forceful turnabout frightened Sally, and she scurried into the bedroom and threw the robe on, thinking now that its sheerness was certainly inappropriate. She felt exposed and obtrusive, naked, outnumbered, picked-on. Tears continued to drip down her cheeks, and she wished that George were there to save her and Donna from the horrible young man.
George, at that moment, had just smoked his last cigarette, and was approaching the town. He didn't know that he was coming upon the small town, because not one light was on. Even the town dogs, a calm lot resembling drunks, were sound asleep.
As he realized that his cigarettes were gone, he crumbled the package and threw it down in a savage rage. "GODDAMN SHIT PISS FUCK! NO GODDAMN CIGARETTES! NO GODDAMN CARS! NO GODDAMN GAS! NO GODDAMN NOTHING BUT MILES AND MILES OF NOTHING!" He was beside himself with rage, and hoped that Sally and Donna were all right. It was perhaps a good thing that nobody came by, because one wrong word and he would have twisted their head off.
Back at the house on the hill, the trio sat in the living room, and Donna and her mother were having at each other like gladiators. Del, an entertained Caesar, looked on approvingly, expectantly.
"You're nothing but a goddamned slut! A whore!" The young blonde girl was trembling with restrained emotion now, her eyes flashing. She was the one Del was betting on.
"Donna, honey ... what ... makes you say that?"
"It's the way you fuck! if you really want to know!"
Stark fear covered Sally's face now, and her skin color seemed to become a ghastly green hue. She answered in a whisper, "And just how is that?" It was a superior whisper, taunting.
"Like I said, like a goddamned slut! A whore!"
A low, pathetic groan escaped from the older woman's throat. Her body seemed to sway on the sofa. "Oh, God," she moaned, "oh, God, not judged by my own daughter!"
"I saw you, mother - I saw you!!!" She pointed shakily.
A fresh torrent of tears came from Sally's eyes in a streaming flood, and two frown lines creased the smooth surface of her now troubled forehead. She looked at her daughter with wet, haunted eyes, directly, imploringly. Oh, God, it was too awful! The contemplation of what she had done made her soul-sick with self-loathing because of the betrayal of her body, because of the moral degradation she had permitted to overpower her. Her guilt had been so bad since it happened, God knows, locked deep in her own soul, but the unmerciful accusation of her own daughter made it twice as bad ... twice as devastating. She huddled deep into the sofa.
"Donna ... baby ... can't you understand???" she cried.
"All I understand is what I see, mother, and what I saw I can understand very clearly. You're a wanton woman, a slut!"
"I ... I couldn't help it!" Sally wailed. "Donna, I just couldn't help myself! It's been so long since ... since your father and -"
Interrupting savagely, Donna scored with another upper cut. "That's your problem! Does that make what you did right?"
"-have made love. You're too young to comprehend these things - too young, too innocent, too inexperienced -"
"And whose fault is that, MOTHER? About my age and innocence and inexperience? Are you blaming me for your work once again?"
Del was smiling like a Cheshire cat at the way the little tiger was scoring her mother off on every sentence.
Sally hid her face in her hands and shook.
Mercilessly, Donna pressed on. "And by the way, since we were nice enough to bring it up, MOTHER, what's a female bastard, hunh? You know I get A's in math. Now, I was born on an eleventh of July, and I weighed eight pounds, six ounces - a full-term baby, one might say -"
Del sat forward. His eyebrows arched, he listened in glee.
"- and, I notice by your marriage license to father that you two were married a scant seven months before that. This is something that I've always wanted to bring up at a dinner party, if you want to know the truth, Holy, Holy, Holy!"
"CHECKMATE!" Del cried triumphantly, jumping up and shaking hands with Donna, who was livid and quivering.
The lovely young mother sat with her face buried in her hands, her uncontrollable sobs rocking her body, her inner torment coming out in heart-rendering moans. Donna watched her with disdainful detachment ... but then gradually the bitter hatred began to drain away as the sobs showed Donna what terrible anguish her unfortunate mother was going through. Some of the intense love she had held for her mother until this evening began to replace the cold hatred, and she rose and walked over to the sofa, where she held her mother as her mother had so often held her for some comfort. "I don't really hate you, mom," she said, her own voice breaking and her eyes wet from the contagion of grief, "I just want you to be my mother, a nice clean person like I always thought you were ... and not a hypocritical nympho ... "
"Oh, Donna, baby!" she wailed, and threw herself into her daughter's arms, hugging the girl desperately to her, sobbing hysterically against the soft, sweet-scented hair of the daughter. Like fevered entities in her misery, her hands caressed the back and shoulders of her daughter as she moaned, and Donna clutched her instinctively in return. The two females rocked in their hot, wet embrace, their minds whirling with spiked thoughts that damaged their brains like wildly swung maces. Both were sobbing uncontrollably now, caressing and comforting each other softly in the first, chemical step of their wonderful reunion and reconciliation.
Donna's hands swept lovingly over her mother's quivering body, and Sally's hands traveled up and down Donna's arms now, trembling but hard and possessing, urgent and demanding. Sally felt her daughter's firm, hot, taut young breasts pressing against her own heavy, burning globes, nipples against nipples through the robes, and she inhaled the sweet musk of her young body, felt the hot softness of her yielding flesh, and suddenly a burning tingle began to radiate from her lower belly, down to her loins and up to her breasts and arms. Her nipples became hard in arousal and her heart began to hammer faster and faster, and her mind reeled, tumbling back in time and space to Carla, her young friend in school who had been frightened by one of those men who walked around dressed in nothing but an overcoat, an overcoat that concealed a naked body and an appalling huge erection. Carla had fled to the first friend's house, to Sally's. Sally had held Carla just like this, tightly and comfortingly, hot and wet. Both were rocking and crying as Sally attempted to calm her down. Carla's body had been firm and quivering like Donna's, and the same tingling had started in her belly and pussy. Before either of them knew what was happening, they were locked in a passionate kiss, caressing one another erotically. And in an instant they were both on Sally's bed, naked, their mouths and hands running feverishly over one another's bodies, until both girls achieved crashing climaxes as a result of those fingers and tongues ...
And now, burdened by her misery and self-reproach but uplifted by her daughter's acceptance, Sally remembered that afternoon, recalled with perfect clarity the sensation of the other girl's young body under her eager hands, the feeling of Carla's lips on her nakedness, and instantly Sally was lost to unwanted sexual arousal and mad, abandoned passion! She struggled against the hot grasp of that passion, and her brain screamed NO, NO! NOT WITH MY OWN DAUGHTER! I DON'T WANT TO! I CAN'T!!! but her mutinous body was betraying her again, as it had twice before this night, and her body seemed to be omnipotent, ruling her subjugated will with an iron fist ...
Sally pulled her head back mindlessly from Donna's shoulder and she began to shower the girl's face and neck and lips with a salvo of burningly hot kisses with an unmatched urgency. Donna, mistaking her mother's fervor for gladness, clung tightly and accepted them, returning some of her own. As the hot shower of kisses became more demanding, Donna's mind jack-knifed, and she tried to push away as the hot rain began to lower itself to the hollow between her young, burning breasts. Her mother's hands held her, and suddenly slipped inside the robe with a fantastic quickness to caress the naked thighs of the girl, rubbing urgently at the exposed flesh between the nylons and panties. Sally's breathing became faster and shallower, her body alive with the lust-banked fires of sexual arousal. Her lips moved savagely over the clean, smooth expanses of her daughter's breasts and exposed nipples.
Suddenly she pushed the horrified Donna back onto the sofa with the weight of her body and tore the robe all the way open, shoved the black lace brassiere roughly up, and fastened onto the young, taut breasts like a starving vampire, kissing, nuzzling, sucking the ruby-capped mounds, bringing them to an erect hardness that was involuntary rather than erotically stimulated. Her hand went into her daughter's underpant/garterbelt fortress and cupped the hot, wet mound as she continued to suck and massage and kiss the young mounds and ruby aureoles, nipping with her teeth and groaning in her whirl of insane passion ...
Fear exploded in Donna like the mushroom cloud from a nuclear blast, rendering her shocked to immobility. At first she had been pleased by her mother's fervor, but then when that ardor increased to sexual lust, to kissing the nipples and fondling her pussy, to rape, in short, she suddenly became terrified. She struggled to free herself of her mother's insane possession, and screamed out: "MOTHER! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOPIT STOPIT STOPPPPPIIIIT!"
But Sally's weight and caressing hands held her firmly down, and her mouth trailed urgently down. Her hand grasped the black underpants and garterbelt and yanked them brutally down to Donna's knees and with the rapidity of a viper striking, she shot her desire-contorted face right onto the honey-colored hair of her daughter's pussy. She inhaled the pungent sweetness of that young slit and her tongue darted out and dipped into the honey-sweet depths of the thrashing girl's cunt, spearing the now hot clitoris with unerring skill. She insinuated her body between Donna's legs and held the girl's breasts with her hands, holding the flailing girl's body flat with superhuman strength, the shiva-fire strength aroused by pure lust. As her tongue snaked out to contact the hot, moist nub of the captive child's clitoris, Donna cried out again at the fiery and incestuous touch. "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Sally wouldn't let up, couldn't! Her tongue circled the small nub teasingly and her breath burned excitedly into the hot, wet furrow of the young girl's cuntal slit, and her tongue flashed down, down over the smooth hair-lined lips, which she began to suck into her lust-maddened and hungry mouth ...
Donna's efforts to escape were now doubled because passion was suddenly added to her fright, increasing the fright two-fold. The beautiful, honey-haired thirteen-year-old could feel distinct waves of hot excitement flashing up to her breasts from her hot pussy, unwanted waves of excitement and passion, and she turned her head and cried out to Del. "GOD! DON'T LET HER, DEL! HELP ME!!!" But she could see that he wouldn't! He sat there as though hypnotized, his mouth open, his eyes dazed. Thoroughly shot through with panic, Donna mustered all her strength and kicked up with her right knee, catching her mother's shoulder and flipping her very efficiently up, off the sofa, and about five feet over onto the floor, where she landed on her butt, bewildered and stunned by her unceremonious ejection. "OOOOOFFFF-FFF!!!"
"YOU INCREDIBLE BITCH!!!" Donna roared. "ARE YOU COMPLETELY MAD??? FIRST DEL, AND NOW ME???" and turning to Del, she screamed: "THANKS A LOT, PAL! GOOD GUY!!!" Back at her mother, who was screeching and beating the floor with both fists, completely gone: "Oh, Great Christ, you HAVE to be the sickest woman to walk - the - the streets! To think I once loved you! You teach me all those holy things, you - uuurrrrrggghhhhh!!! - you fan-tass-tick switch-hitter - YES!!! - SWITCH-HITTER! - and then - OH, WOW! Jesus Christ and little fishes! WOW!!!"
"- No no no no no ooooohhhhhh nnnoooo-ooooo ... !"
"NOOOOOO!!! BUT YES YES YES! My God, what a - what a BEAST YOU ARE! And I'm yours???!!! God help me, OOOoooo, God help me, for I think I'm going to die!!!"
"Aw, shut up and drink your drink," Del said.
"You shut up, you morphidite!" she spat, and was about to attack him physically, when she received a stinging slap across the face that landed her on her ass.
Del knelt beside the quivering Sally, holding her and blowing hot kisses against her ear. He saw, with his own eyes, the total and irrevocable disintegration of the woman's will. He knew the pain she was feeling, and suddenly hated himself for his three years of misogynism. "Sally, Sally, Sally," he whispered softly into her ear, glaring at Donna and warning her silently to shut up or else. "Sally, Sally, Sally," he continued over and over again, hugging the disheveled and completely destroyed woman warmly to his chest, "can you ever forgive me? Can you?"
"OOOOooooohhhh, Del, why? Why did you?" she cried, her voice terrible, broken, guttural, low, agonized, wretched, pathetic.
"Don't ask, Sally, don't ask - I could never explain. Say you forgive me -?" He stroked her hair tenderly and kissed her cheek like the brush of a swallow's wing. "Please -?"
"You've ruined my life! Can't you see that?"
He pulled himself together. "Perhaps your life was worth destroying -"
"You're playing God, now."
"I was playing man, before, and I forced you to play woman - something you evidently haven't done for some time - truth?"
"Truth." She admitted it readily, and looked at him, her pathetic green eyes still wet and beseeching, crying to him.
"So I bring out the woman in you, forcefully, true; but I do it! And you say that I'm playing God, and you ask me why! Well, my new friend, let me tell you this: Your old life was just plain horseshit, as I see it now. Your husband fucks around and you know it! You're a sexy, beautiful woman, one who wants satisfaction! I just had to make you break through that shitty self-imposed restraint that's going to make ye ole afore yer tahm! Tell me you didn't like what I did!"
"I didn't like it!"
"Bullroar! You loved it! And now, the price you have to pay is making peace with your nutty little daughter there!"
"I did love it, damn you -"
"Damn me? Why damn me? You should thank me!"
She took his hand and kissed the palm ravenously and then pressed it against her breast. "Don't you know that I am thanking you, and damning myself?" she cried softly, wistfully.
"I know. But don't ever damn yourself for being what you are, or," and he looked at Donna while continuing, "for what your parents made you. Parents try, I guess, but they screw up rather well quite consistently. Now you, angel-tits, get over here and kiss your mother, or I'll throw you down into the basement, so help me God! And you, Sally; if you stick your tongue in her mouth, down you go! And I shit you not!"
CHAPTER VI
Masterson was bewildered when he came to the town. Not even the police station was open. He rapped on one door, the door of a house, and a voice called out: "GO AWAY OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
"YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND DO THAT!" he roared back, sneering at the door and turning back toward his objective, a place for gas. His watch showed eleven forty-five. He didn't really give a damn about not arriving at his parents' place as scheduled, but he had been eagerly anticipating a warm, wet tryst with Darlene Shellbetter, an old acquaintance of his with huge breasts and no husband. He had told her to expect him about ten-thirty. That, plus no cigarettes, infuriated him. He also hoped that Sally and Donna were all right, back in the car. Fucking town is deader'n a fried oyster, he grumbled, and suddenly his eyes lit on the promising sight of an unlocked bicycle. Naturally, he went over to it, jumped on, and pedaled off into the darkness, getting nowhere faster. Not one dog's bark met his ear the whole time.
Oddly enough, he took the fork to the Ellsberry place ...
And at the Ellsberry place, high on the hill, mother and daughter had just reached an uneasy truce, having kissed and made up. Del was the referee, the arbiter, and he laid the law down to both of them in no uncertain terms. Cowed, both women obeyed to the letter because both were scared witless of the basement, his new weapon. "All right now, Sally," he said, "here's fifty bucks for that dress I ripped. Take it. And you can grab another one from in that bedroom. You, Donna: Go in and take a shower! You smell like a fish-market! Then get dressed. We'll find your old man and if not, I'll drive you back to your car where you can wait while I try to find him."
"I don't want that money."
"Not good enough for you?"
"It was a dowdy old dress."
"That's for goddamned sure! You look like your old man has dough, why don't you dress in something halfway decent, like Donna here? Christ, what man wouldn't like to see your legs?"
"What about my legs?" Donna asked.
"To hell with your legs, kid."
"I thought it was Donna."
"Thank you, Del; that was nice to say ... "
"It's the truth, Sally. Get your old man back - he's got to have some spunk left for you ... "
"What about you?"
"What about me?" he asked.
"What about me?" Donna asked, trying to be a part of things.
"What about you?" Del asked, curling his lip at her. "Listen, mucket; I once got into trouble with a little girl just like you. Bad trouble. Sure, I like you - I even - well, shit, I love you. But I make the same mistake only once - if you'll pardon that bit of nonsense. I loved her. She was thirteen - but that was a long time ago. A long ... time ... ago ... "
"Her parents?" Sally asked, still holding his hand but now calm.
"Her parents." The edge was undeniable. Bitter recollections.
"Jail?" Sally persisted.
"Two years in Joliet. Nice. One month after I graduated from the U with my Master's. And I never touched her. Well, I touched her, but I never screwed her. So, when I got out, I looked all over hell for her, but no go. Thirteen, and she just picked up and left. Turds like that for parents, I can't blame her. Wonder ... though ... where she ... is ... now ... "
"You loved her?"
"Yes, I loved her. More than life itself. She was nice."
"And you love Donna?"
"I can get over it. Maybe it's that she - aw, never mind." He didn't want to say that it was probably because she reminded him of Becky, a slam for any girl.
"Because I remind you of her?" Donna asked.
"No!" he lied. "Should you? I mean, she had black hair and was fat, with buck teeth and a cast eye." Lies, lies, lies.
"Am I prettier than she was?" Donna asked with a coquettish ingenuousness and vanity common to most beautiful young adolescents.
"Sure you are," Del lied. Looking at her, he felt like crying. A lump came to his throat and he felt desolate and rotten; she was a ringer for Becky, only slightly older - as though he had finally found her. "GODDAMN IT, YOU TWO!!! I TOLD YOU TO GET DRESSED!!!"
"Not so fast," Sally said, sensing his turmoil. "Del, can I talk with you - alone? For a minute."
He was now on the verge of tears, and could hardly control his facial muscles. He could only nod, suffused with remorse.
"Donna, please -?"
Donna narrowed her eyes at her mother. "Nothing like that, Donna, nothing like that at all."
"I think I'll have a drink," Donna said, and walked haughtily into the kitchen.
"Del, sweet, will you tell me about it?"
"I - I - I just - can't ... Aw, shit. I said I'm sorry. Damn, but I got hooked on you - and on Donna."
"I see that, Del ... my new friend ... I see that. You could have raped her - and you didn't."
"I still might, y'know!"
"No. No, you won't."
"You're right, of course. I wanted to, but couldn't."
"Could you make love to her -?"
"What???!!!"
"I asked if you could make love to her - without hurting her? I have my reasons for asking ... "
"No doubt! She's got you by the short hair ... "
"Among other things ... "
"You mean -?" He stared at her incredulously.
"She's blaming me for enjoying you. Could you make her enjoy you as much, without hurting her?"
"Christ, why do you suppose I didn't jab her in the first place? Her cunt is so small my finger hardly fits ..."
"Vaseline?"
"God, are you stupid! Vaseline is the worse thing in the world! Butter! That's the thing! No petroleum jelly -!"
"You mean you'd try it?"
"God, Sally, do you know how much I love her? Does that make me weird? I mean, she's exactly like Becky, but older - if you know what I mean ... "
"After tonight, I know what you mean! What a tongue on her!"
"Takes after you?"
"Yes."
"Good! Sally," he said, now kissing the palm of her hand and verging on tears, hot tears that he had held back for five bitter years, "I feel strange. I have no friends, but tonight I hurt you and you're this way to me -"
"You helped me, Del. You were crude at first, but you -"
"I fell in love with both of you - it's magic, so help me."
She leaned close and whispered something in his ear and he smiled with great effort, his eyes cleared, and he winked. "Sure!"
Old Masterson was pedaling doggedly down a pitch-black road.
Donna was mastering a tall schnapps, spiked with Canadian.
Sally kissed Del and murmured that she loved him in every way it was possible for one person to love another. Generosity. Including her daughter, or anything.
"You don't want to marry me, though, do you?"
"Would you want to?" she asked, in the best salesman's mode.
"I'd be happier with Donna, in maybe two years."
"That doesn't hurt at all! You know, I'm going to suck that old bastard off and really blow his mind!"
"That a way! And wear low necklines, and high hems. Let it all hang out! Steam the old fart up! Hell, Sally, you're a young woman! And beautiful!"
"But you'll still do that - what I asked you back there?"
"Sssssshhhhhhhh!" he said, finger to his lips, "that'll be our secret ... " He winked again.
"Often? Once a week?"
"You'll be my mother-in-law?"
"And then some, sexy ... "
"DAWNNN-NNAAAWWWWWW! Bring some butter in here!"
CHAPTER VII
Dutiful Donna walked in with the butter dish and regarded the co-conspirators disdainfully. She was still dressed in the red robe, and Del stood and walked her into the bedroom, where he secured a pure white robe. Then he held her by the arms firmly. "Do you really want me? Like forever?" he asked.
She was stunned, and stuttered, dumbfounded.
He bent forward and kissed her, removing her robe. Then, as broke the kiss, he pulled the red robe off. "Into this," he said, holding the white one, "but first, take off that silly underwear, will you?"
She readily complied, shucking the theatrical gear.
Out in the living room, closed off by the shut door, Sally paced back and forth like a nervous cat, wondering all the while what possessed her to sacrifice her daughter. She knew, of course, but she was wondering how it would sound from the witness stand. She cast about for something to occupy her mind and, being a woman, decided to snoop a bit. Walking to the desk, she sat and opened the upper right hand drawer, which contained perhaps twenty little dark green recipe boxes. Lifting one out, she opened it and, to her amazement, discovered that it contained photographs! Nothing like snapshots to pass the time! But when she looked at them, her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart jumped up to her throat! Hundreds and thousands of photographs of vulvas and vaginas, thighs and legs, breasts and navels and waists and every other part of erogenous female anatomy possible! Her hands shook as she greedily scanned them, and she stuffed them back into the green metal box reluctantly, only to grab another. Her blood was boiling and her breath was coming in short gasps as she glutted her incredulous eyes on the variety of female anatomy.
Del had told her to stay out of the bedroom, where he was going to defoliate Donna, make love to her, make her know what sex really meant. So she sat, agitated and apprehensive, almost sweating as she riffed through the hundreds of photographs. She felt thoroughly depraved, and didn't mind a bit.
In the bedroom, Del handed Donna onto the bed and then he began to undress. Donna's eyes were glued to the huge lump in his pants, and when he took his pants and shorts down, the whole awesome length of his penis sprang up, frightening her. It won't fit, she told herself, shivering in terror. She wanted to tell him that she had just been kidding, but she hadn't been kidding at all! She wanted that staff stuck into her belly, to know what it would feel like to have his fish-tasting cum shoot up into the virgin depths of her belly.
Del knew that she was ready, primed. He lowered her to the bed and stretched out beside her, his eyes glued to hers. His hands first coursed over the silken smoothness of her taut young breasts and, as he rotated his hands urgently over them, her small nipples sprang to erect life, burning like heat-treated bearings into his hands. Her pliant little breasts seemed to be ice-cold, while the nipples burned. He bent to lick the nipples, and their luscious allure called him to dip down and drink. As he did, he stretched his body over onto her, covering her warmly, safely. His chest ground down against her eager, receptive bulge, the brown hair of his chest mixing opulently with that honey-gold fleece on her throbbing pubis. Her hands reached down and grasped him fervently. "Ooohhh, God, Del, are we really going to make it?"
"Yes, honey ... we'll try ... " And he kissed her breasts and sucked the ruby-like nipples tantalizingly, lapping them into burning erection so that they almost burst into flame. He moved down, showering kisses hot and wet down the crevice of her belly, down to her navel, where his tongue shot wetly in. Del felt like he had finally come home after five years of tired wandering, and loved his Donna with all the tenderness he could manage. Each kiss was a silent promise, and she understood, grasping him and shivering with delight. Each kiss aroused her more, and finally her passion was reaching unbearable heights.
"Del," she gasped hoarsely, "it feels so different when you do this! Why didn't you help me ... ?"
He lifted his head. "Honey, I wanted to know if you were kooky, a Lesbian or something ..."
"Like mom?"
"She's not a Lesbian, you dummy! She just loves you -"
"You love me, Del; I'm ready - and I know it'll hurt. Be gentle with me ... please be gentle with your little lover ... "
"As gentle as possible, my little love. But let me play with you first. Let me love you like I always will ... " With that, he slithered down slowly, kissing a trail from her navel to the fine mist of her golden fleece, and then upended her by raising the backs of her thighs high and spreading them. Once again he was face-to-cunt with her, and his tongue darted out to spear her little clitoris, that delicious button tucked into her delicate flanges and safe from almost everything.
"OOOoooohhhhhhh, God, Del - lover - that's so fucking fine!"
"I'll do it to you every night -!"
"Even when I have the curse?"
"Twice, those nights, sweetie, twice then ... "
"You're awful! God, do me like that more - more -!"
Del dipped down once again and inhaled deeply, relishing the alluring scent of her young sex. His nose was barely touching the tickling thicket of her pubic hair, and his mouth was less than an inch from her swollen, desire-ridden labia, now wet with eager anticipation. His tongue flicked over those nether lips and then darted deep into the pouting wet lips, to delve into the buttery depths. He drank in her maiden juice slowly, relishing every drop, savoring it and remembering it for a lifetime - that lifetime of his and Becky's that got lost behind tall gray walls. His hands grasped her young smooth legs lovingly, tenderly, and he would have died willingly from sheer happiness at that moment.
"Let's do it, Del," she gasped, "please, make love to me!"
He raised himself and looked up the hilly landscape of her flesh-covered vista. Her face was calm, expectant, gloriously beautiful and radiant. "Yes," he said, and went up over her, his gallantly restrained body hovering right above her youthful softness.
Looking down, he smiled at her. "It'll hurt like hell at first, honey." He kissed her eyes.
"I don't care if you kill me!" Then she laughed. "But please be gentle about it, will you?"
"Sure," he said, lowering his tingling body lightly onto her soft, nubile youthfulness. His cock was up between her thighs. "You put it there," he said to her softly, ready for the penetration.
Her soft little hand reached down and grasped the horrendous weapon. A shudder of excitement flashed through her, mixed with dark fear. It was almost as thick as her forearm, and about as long and hard. Spreading her legs instinctively, she rubbed the dark rubbery knob up and down in her wet furrow, lubricating it as though she had done it a thousand times. Then she placed the bulbous tip against her hotness, right on the tender fleshy interior of her outer labia, and wriggled it so that it was in her tender, inner wetness. She whimpered in fear. "Be nice to me, Del!"
As he felt the magnetic hotness of her wet pussy's insides calling to him, his stomach tensed and he pushed up slightly.
"UUUGGGNNNNCCCK!" she cried, wagging her head from side to side, with her eyes tightly closed her red lips parted. The hot thick bulb of his penis pressing up into her was stretching her already, and it was hardly in! She was determined, though.
Her hotness was like Scylla and Charibdis to Ulysses, calling. He thrust up again, achieving a bit more of the hot wetness, that tight hot virginal wetness, all the while watching her face. It was contorted in pain but was, at the same time, strangely, lovely, as though her skin were translucent and lit from some inner light. His knob was in, and her fingernails were digging lightly into his sides. He could feel the tremors of unexperienced pain as they shook her divine young body. "Relax," he urged her, "just relax and it won't hurt so much! Then, quickly, you'll see how good!"
She tried to relax, but as he shoved it up a bit farther, a wild pain shot up her spine, making her whimper involuntarily. "MMMmmmMMMMMMMHHH!" and her fingernails drew blood as she stiffened.
He kissed her quickly, and said: "Relax, now, just relax."
As the tension left her body, Del worked his hands under her buttocks. He hefted her, raising her so he could kneel and jab down into her unruptured cove. His cock was straining to just jab right in, but he restrained himself. Donna cooperated, but she was muttering, "no no no no no no no no no," in a chanted monotone, not meaning a single word of it. Even when she inhaled she kept it up. Ever so gently, Del began the slow work of sinking his thick prick into the tender depths of her virginal pussy, coaching her carefully. "Spread your legs, darling - just a bit more! AAAaaahhhh, yes! Perfect! Does it hurt? I'm going in now!"
"God, yes, Del, it hurts! IT HURTS - BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD! GO NOW, GO HARD! I CAN TAKE IT!"
He knew that she was a little fool, and didn't jam down like she said. That might kill her, or rupture her, ruining her for the rest of her life. Instead, he pressed down slowly, sinking a quarter of an inch of his huge cudgel in at a time, surrounding it maddeningly with her hotness so slippery and alluring. He was amazed to see that he was about one third in, and she hadn't screamed! She was shuddering like a vibrator and her eyes, clenched tightly shut as they were, bore mute testimony to the agony she was so bravely concealing. He dipped down and covered her lips with his, sending his tongue into her mouth as he lurched another inch in.
She bit his lip, drawing blood, and a spasm of silently tolerated pain shook her. His hands released her buttocks; her feet were on the bed, supporting her. She arched her pussy up. "Come on, big man," she taunted, "I dare you! Sock it to me!" What he was doing hurt like the curse but was much worse. But the triumph of knowing she could take it, take his penis into her, made her burst. She had no feelings of erotic arousal whatsoever! Just pain and a vast ache. But she knew what she was accomplishing, and with a will of iron, she gritted her teeth and swore that she would take every last inch of him inside if it killed her. She wasn't going to scream like her mother had done! Not Donna! She was a big girl now, in the arms of her loving husband! If she were to die, she would die with her boots on, a modern day Giulietta di Verona! But she knew that she wasn't going to die! The pain radiating throughout her body from the tightly stretched lips of her virginal labia and abused vaginal membranes was tolerable, and almost pleasant as a result. She wriggled her little bottom eagerly downward, trying to speed the penetration, and then began to lift him as she bucked up, all the while moaning. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uuuuuhhhhhh uh-huh ... "
Above her, Del grasped her spongy-soft but smooth, firm young breasts, moving his hips in a primitive rhythm that pulled his cock out an inch, and sent it in an inch and a half, out another inch, and farther in by another half yet, each thrust more tantalizing than the last, each causing more of his respectable but gently working cock to be surrounded by a little more of the hot wetness of her incredibly smooth and alluring vaginal sheath. Right now, even the touch of that sensitive velvet knob of the incomparable smoothness of her breast would be excruciatingly painful! But, to his utter amazement, the brave young child was working along with him, raising her pussy up so he could saw in a little deeper. Looking down, he was surprised to see that her pussy had eaten almost all of him, and there had only been that first initial cry - almost a squeak of surprise rather than a cry of anguish. She was maddeningly tight, and the lips of her pussy and walls of her vagina grasped at the sensitive knob and thick shaft of his penis, making a sensation not unlike that where the pussy had a million little teeth of rubber. He was thrilled to have made it so well with her and, with a firm but gentle lunge, while covering her mouth tightly with his, he thrust all the way in, grasping her quaking hips as he did. He felt her lurch and shake, and heard the strangled cry of torment, but then she relaxed and he was there, his pubic hair smashed against hers, his pelvis tight against hers, his balls captured up between her legs and tight into the crack of her ass. He rested like that for a minute, kissing her and flexing his cock. He had felt the slight barrier of her very high, very thin hymen as it tore.
When a minute before, one of his thrusts rent that thin curtain of virginity, Donna knew, but gritted her teeth and only gave notification by shaking uncontrollably for the briefest second. When it passed, she relaxed, feeling like a woman - the thrill of his big cock up into her belly more exciting than any pain could dull. Now he was all the way in - he had captured her completely. "I'm yours now, Del, I'm yours now - and you're mine! God, it hurt, but it hurt sooooo good! A hurt from you!"
"Now I'll try to make you feel good, little one ... " With this, he pulled his cock slowly out, the length of his knurled shaft of veined flesh glistening and aching for the re-entry that was so damned fine. Her tender inner flesh was like the consummation of everything good for Del, the treasure at the end of a long, rocky, thorn and bramble-lined road, a road of treachery and abreactive vindictiveness. He had worked, loved, been wronged, wronged back, but now he had arrived at his own personal heaven on earth. "Let me hear you tell me something, honey, anything ... now ... " He slowly plunged all the way into her hot tenderness.
"I - ooooooooooooooooo - love you - oooooooooo ... !"
Now it was complete! Del bent forward, kissed the sheen of light perspiration from her forehead, kissed her eyes closed, and began to thrust in and out, faster and faster, sending his now slick weapon into that wet sheath that had stretched temporarily to accept him. Each slice into her brought a more guttural groan from his aroused young lover.
Each thrust thrilled Donna, sending wave upon wave of the most delicious pleasure washing over her burningly aroused body that she had ever felt. It was so acutely fine that she couldn't believe it! She felt wonderful, and not in the least depraved. But, thinking about it while she could still think about anything, she softened once again toward her mother. God, if it felt this fine for her, I don't blame her for being such a sluttish woman; or maybe it is that she wasn't being sluttish at all! Maybe she was just being a woman! And who am I to judge her? Del knows! He was firm with both of us, and tried to re-conciliate us! Such a man, my Del! God, what he's doing is killing me with pure pleasure!!! My arms and legs are going to fall off! I feel like I'm in a gigiantic ocean wave, being tumbled as the wave breaks on a reef! "OOOOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhh ... !" she groaned, and slowly thrust her legs up, locking her ankles instinctively over the small of his back, jack-knifing herself so that her knees almost touched her breasts.
Now her little pussy was up and completely exposed for him. Del slashed down, his ardor growing by the second. He knew that there were only two tragedies in life - not getting what you want, and getting it - and he now had what he wanted - but he could not think of it as a tragedy at all! It was fine.
Dizzied by the photographs in the other room, listening to the sounds of pure animal pleasure being emitted from her young daughter's lips, Sally wasn't so sure! She smiled that her daughter was enjoying it, but she felt like a aquarelle, a female pimp. Putting her own daughter on the block. But, she reasoned, Del was a nice guy, apparently, who was fucked up by circumstances. It was clear to her that he loved her, and she was through sitting on the judge's seat and hurling the cynic's ban - she had been shown a precious feast of the flesh, something that she wouldn't have to buy at the store, pay taxes on, polish on Sundays, worry about having stolen, something that was always with her, right between her legs. Tentatively, aroused by the photographs and the increasing crescendo of the cries of pure provocative pleasure coming from the other side of that mysterious closed door, she let her right hand once again slip down to that honey-colored thatch and onto the tender, petal-like flanges of her again aroused pussy. What will all this work out to? she asked herself. Will Del come around? Will he wait until Donna is fifteen, marry her, settle down? Will he still make me feel good, once in a while, just once in a while, for old times' sake? And will old stick-in-the-mud get sexy? Wow, when I see him next, will I show him a thing or two! She thought about the next encounter with her tall, muscular, stodgy husband, the missionary-style protagonist of all time! She would grab his cock so hard that he would see stars or faint! Pump it! Oval her lips and slam her face down on it, biting it and licking it and lapping it and sucking it until shell cave his skull in! And then shell let him stick it up her ass if he's a good boy and stays home at night, in bed with a hard-on, like a good boy!
Shit, she silently muttered, what a gawd-awful way to spend a vacation! On an old cow-shit-smell farm, mousing about with two old folks who're interested only in silage and gin-rummy after supper! That old fart has plenty of money! How come he doesn't take Donna and me somewhere nice? Like the Riviera, the turd! Why do we have those passports, to impress people? They're still good! And he's got so damned much money that we could go there and not even know the difference!!!
And pedaling along a rutted road was the intrepid George, bewildered and fuming. A gradual smile fixed itself on his face as he noted a light, a light up on a hill that was as welcome to him as the star of Bethlehem. Wobbling slightly, he began a slow ascent of that hill, toward the light which he judged to be a mile or so away. By this time any hope, however small, was welcome. Little did he know ... that ... !
In the bedroom, behind the shade that shed that beacon for her wandering father, Donna was crying out in ecstatic abandon. "Oh, GOD! FUCK ME HAAAARRRDERRRRRRRR!!!" The words she heard her own voice say sounded foreign to her, but she noticed very clearly that they intensified her already raging arousal! She was in the toils of some supreme super force, a boiling hunger of the body that wrenched her body loose from her mind. Now her mind was like a ghost standing aloof, observing silently, while her body's demanding lust screamed for sexual fulfillment. She was clamping her cuntal sphincter hard against his shaft every time that long, rangy instrument of pleasure evacuated her, the lips grasping to hold and milk that delightful penis. It was a magic wand now, one that showered sparks of white-hot pleasure throughout her very being with each wonderfully masculine thrust. "OOOHHH, GOD! HOW SWEET IT IS, HOW SWEET IT IS!!!" she sang, over and over. Then, she began to fall off that high tight-rope that she had been walking so carefully. Chaos was right ahead, and she knew it, ran toward it with open arms, screaming to be engulfed because some little voice in her, a woman's voice, told her that it was where it all led. The beginning and the end of all things, the primal climax!
"FUCK ME NOW, DEL!" she cried, "I THINK I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNG!"
She began to buck against him and rave on, saliva streaming from her desire-twisted lips. Despite the fact of the saliva, her beauty was now unparalleled, and Del's very heart seemed to explode as he gazed at her youthful beauty, the superb beauty of a girl in complete sexual rapture. Unable to resist, he fell onto her once again, kissing this most precious jewel of his existence as he thrust up and up harder, slamming his lust-bloated member up into the sleek, demanding depths of her sex-thirsty pussy. "MAAAAAKE ITTTTTT!" she cried, shuddering now completely out of control.
"GOD YESSSSSSSSS!" Del cried back, slamming up into her as his nuts exploded their liquid cargo of sperm and shot it rushing in a headlong torrent steamingly up his rigidly still prick. It blasted out in tremendous torrents, splashing like lava against the wildly working membranes high in the buttery sanctum of her now fucked vagina, and she screamed out in womanly fulfillment.
"AAAAAAYYYYYEEEEEIIIIIIIII! Oh, SWEET JESUS, NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE - I'M DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD ... !"
Her mother, unable to bear missing the climax, had silently opened the door and stood, her hem up and her hand working wetly, watching the finale. Her heart was bursting with something resembling pride - perhaps it was love. She felt proud, and she also felt utterly vindicated. She would never forget her young daughter calling her a whore and a slut and a wanton woman. Now her daughter would know what the body could do, manipulated by an expert. Love wasn't even necessary! In fact, love could sometimes hinder the act of sex, because sex, like life, is basically violent. Everything about the two is violent, down at the nub. The explosion of sperm and ovum for ZYGOTE!!! is violent - mitosis is violent - cell-death is violent, the capillary interchange is violent, the electrochemical axonal and dendric impulses of the very nerves is violent - and sex is violent!!! It has to be to be good! She didn't achieve an orgasm, she was just casually playing with herself, to feel better. And there was nobody there to throw stones at her, now. As she watched the two young people slump limply and trade saliva in a kiss of promise, she sighed. Then, cutting cruelly into their rapture, she said very clearly: "Donna, do you understand, finally -?"
Donna lifted her face, breaking the kiss. She looked at her mother, whose hem was now down. "Come here, mother, please."
Sally walked over, her heart still beating like a trip-hammer. She knelt beside the bed and caressed both Del and Donna. "Yes?"
"Forgive me for what I said, mother - I do understand! But you said that your body betrayed you -"
"It did -!"
"No, mother. You've been betraying your body! Name me one thing - just one little thing - aaaahhhhhh (as he flexed his slowly deflating penis inside her) - that can come anywhere near the act of love - for being the finest, most fulfilling adventure in life -"
Sally looked at her daughter and smiled. "It was that good?"
"It was that good, mother. Better than yours, I think, because I love this man. I think that I love Del."
BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!!!!
"AW, shit!" Del swore, leaping up as though electrified. "Who could that be at this insane hour?" Genuinely vexed, he frowned at Donna and then looked at Sally. "Come on, Sally!" Hustling her through the bedroom and closing the door, he went to the front door, covered in a bulky terry-cloth robe. Opening the door, he strained to see the mysterious intruder, and saw the hulking form of a businessman type, with a face like an insurance man's. "Yes?" he asked, holding the door.
"I'm out of gas."
"Far out! So what can I do for you?"
"Anything! Do you have a phone? A cigarette, perhaps?"
"What's your name?"
"George Masterson, and I'm in insurance -"
"- and you're in insurance -"
"How did you know?"
"Come in, George Masterson, and have a cigarette and drink. I'm Del Baker, and you're welcome."
Masterson walked in and gasped when he saw his wife standing there dressed in nothing but a filmy negligee. "SALLY!!! WHAAAA??"
"You crazy bastard, George! Where the hell have you been?"
"What language, Sally, I'm surprised!"
"No, George, I'm surprised, you're startled!" She was sometimes exasperated by his sloppy use of English.
"Whatever," he muttered in confused chagrin. "But what are you doing here?"
"Well, it's a long story, you boob! Care for a drink?"
"Sally, what's come over you? Where's our daughter - Donna?"
"Ummm, now let's see -"
"Would you like a Canadian and water, George? And a Winston?"
"God, yes! Love one! Baker is it?"
"Yes. But you can call me by my first name - it's a lot more fun that way, don't you think - errr - George -?"
"Certainly!" He had forgot Del's first name. "I'll take that drink. And cigarette."
"Right this way!" He led George into the kitchen, hoping that Sally would use her noodle for once. She was cowing him already.
After ministering unto the muscular monster's vices, he led the man back into the living room, where Sally was smoking a cigarette a la Bette Davis, with great, nervous theatrical sweeps of her cigarette carrying arm.
"Where's Donna?" George persisted.
"Well, we had sat there for so long," Sally began, "and then this station wagon came by - from the other way -"
"I didn't see a station wagon -"
"-and it stopped and lo and behold, they were friends of Donna's going to summer camp for two weeks! Well, George, you know how Donna can be when she sets her mind on something, and she keeps after me, whining and pleading and cajoling and honestly, George, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown with all those precious little tears of hers and hanging on me like she does, you know, so what could I do but go over to the station wagon and ask them if it's all right if she goes along and I have my own eighty-three seventy-five to pay for it so you don't have to worry about that aspect and then of course gramma and gramps won't mind at all because I've decided that we aren't going there for our vacation this year anyway, and now I'm telling you, George Masterson, you and I are going to the goddamn French Riviera or I'm gonna divorce you before you can say Jack Robinson, is that perfectly clear -?"
"HUNNNH?" he grunted, shaking his head. "What was that?"
"And then this old dear friend of mine comes along a few minutes later, and I knew him from Selma Soderquist's last Christmas party - you remember - and we sat and talked until it was so late that I thought you had left me, you beast, and he very graciously invited me up here to wait because I was frightened, George, you beast, so after leaving a note on the windshield of the Oldsmobile for you to see which I know you saw because you're here finally, you loser, we came up here and I had a drink and we talked about Selma's party and all our friends and looked at some photographs and then there was this loud knock on the door and here you are! Do you understand, George?"
"Aw, Christ! Can I have another drink? I'll pay for it!"
"No need to pay for it, George! Just help yourself in the kitchen! And glad you found the note."
"What note, for God's sake???!!!"
"Well, how did you find us?" Sally asked irritably.
"I came here on this bike."
"BIKE? George - you had an accident!"
"No I didn't! I ran out of gas!"
"AGAIN???!!! For God's Sake!!! George, you're too much!"
"Aw, shit - excuse me for a minute."
As soon as he was out of the room Del hurried to Sally and pecked her on the lips. "You just fucked his mind!"
"Aren't I awful?" she said, and giggled.
"Go on in and put clothes on. You should find something."
"Be nice to Donna, you - loveable bastard."
"Have fun on the Riviera. I'll give you a ride to your car; Ellsberry's, got some gas in the basement."
"The basement?" she gasped.
"Yeah, ain't that a kick?"
CHAPTER VIII
A week later Del and Donna went up to Canada, fishing. No strain, but nice things. Sally and George were on the French Riviera, staying at the Hotel Negresco in Nice, right across the boulevard from the eerie blue water of the buoyant Mediterranean. He was tripping gaily down the promenade, but the blonde on his right arm was no whore, even though she was a bit of a wanton woman, who would do anything and everything, making his ears burn and cock almost burst. She was his wife.
A month later, Del dropped by the Masterson house.
"No calls tonight, George?" said he, over a nice highball.
He watched closely as Masterson and Sally exchanged rather strange smiles. He smiled broadly. "I see, no calls tonight."
"George here has decided to conduct business during office hours."
"Atta baby, George - make 'em come to you, right?"
"Right," George affirmed.
"Right," Donna echoed, wetting her lips.
"Hey, George, what say I take you people-to a show tonight?"
"AWWWWMMMM," George yawned, stretching, "I'll have to pass on that," and he threw that funny smile at Sally again. "Just an old dog these days. Have to have my rest ... "
"Del, why don't you take Donna? It's a nice movie, isn't it? I mean, not one of those - filthy sexy shows -?"
"Oh, Good Heavens no! Perish forbid! It's a double-feature: Snow White, and Fantasia! Both Walt Disney films!"
"Boy, would I ever like to see them!" Donna affirmed.
After they left, Sally and George smiled at each other.
"He's such a nice boy," Sally said.
"MMMmmm, yeah. But I have a sneaking hunch I've seen that car of his somewhere before ... "
And once in that car of his, Del allowed his pretty young lover to unzip his fly and remove his now-faithful prick. It was suddenly hard, and Donna ovaled her lips and bent down lovingly; she knew that she would never be able to get enough of it - if she could only control her wild mother ...
