The topic of pedophilia is one that nobody dare ignore. Psychologists have done studies in this area that demonstrated convincingly that each of us at some time in his life harbors a desire for sexual contact with persons younger than himself, sometimes for girls half his age.
The reader holds a book that is essentially a dramatization of a true incident concerning a man who learned too late that he had secret desires no ordinary woman could satisfy. This document is witness to the dangers of this sort of passion.
Frank Larkin's life seemed to follow a smooth enough course until the fatal day he moved to Laneville. He was soon to discover that the older women in the town were invulnerable to his charms. The virile handsome young man had to find a partner for his lust or go out of his mind from frustration.
He found help from an unexpected quarter when a fifteen-year-old girl named Jennifer presented herself at his door and made her desires clear. Frank seduced her without hesitation, thinking that at last he had found the answer to his problems.
After Jennifer left, Frank's memory came awake as he thought back to a dozen similar incidents in his past. Some of the girls had been even younger than Jennifer and they had always satisfied him in a way no older woman could.
After Jennifer he met Judy and Carla, two younger girls who fired his lust almost as well as their predecessor. Frank's life became a mad whirl of lustful gratification until he realized that he would have to flee from Laneville. He was soon to discover that his fate was not so easy to avoid.
This true story is calculated to appeal to a mature sophisticated audience of readers aware of the strange turns of the human mind. It is the story of a man carried away by a passion he could not understand.
CHAPTER ONE
Frank Larkin hurried home quickly. Things were going his way at last. It was hard to believe, but the little beauty was actually coming. For once his boldness would result in success rather than flight. It was about time, too, after so many years of waiting.
Jennifer Roberts, the girl he had been after for months, was finally going to throw herself into his clutches. It seemed impossible, but Frank was not about to doubt his good fortune. No, he would exploit this situation to the fullest, just as he always did.
Home wasn't much, Frank lamented as he walked through the unlocked front door. But nothing in Laneville was, not a thing, with the exception of Jennifer. It was as if the town owed him a break, a release from all those months of boredom and frustration.
For a man like Frank Larkin, Laneville was bound to be a letdown. After the big city, its forty thousand inhabitants must have seemed rather pathetic in both their number and type, dumb, inexperienced, narrow-minded country clowns. There wasn't a blessed thing to do in that town as he was to discover after two weeks of residence.
Frank had come as a sales representative for an automobile parts plant. It happened that Laneville was in rather a strategic site for his company, more out of coincidence than any other factor. Somebody had to be assigned there and this time it had been Frank Larkin.
The assignment had originally been for two years, but Frank had managed to cut the sentence in half as a result of a series of importunate pleading telephone calls. Now he was almost sorry that his term was drawing to a close. With Jennifer coming to visit, who knew, he might well want to hang around for a couple of months.
Frank tidied up around the apartment for a few minutes, biding his time until Jenny arrived. It was still possible that she would back out on him and not show up at all, but he really didn't worry about it. He was undoubtedly the biggest thing that had ever hit her life.
Jennifer was the best-looking piece of ass in the whole town, despite her tender years. Looking at her, you wouldn't be likely to guess her correct age of fifteen, not if you were a man, anyway. Even the look in her big blue eyes seemed to indicate age and experience.
Frank was at a point where he could not worry about the age of his feminine companion. Things had been so rough in Laneville that he had been ready to go back to masturbation. He couldn't decide if it was the ugliness of the local women or their lack of availability.
He had tried, at first, but things had gone so bad in so many ways that the game had hardly been worth the candle. All that work, all those notes and assignations, all for nothing. As soon as he got into position to start something with a woman, there would be something in his way.
If it wasn't a jealous husband it was a suspicious brother and if it wasn't that, some purely accidental occurrence would torpedo the budding affair. It had been pretty disheartening at first but Frank had drawn in his flanks and waited patiently for his luck to change.
Now things were going to be altogether different. Jennifer would have been something, even in town. Out here she was the ultimate, the consummation of his fantasies. There wasn't a girl to touch her in a hundred miles, for looks, attitude or willingness.
Frank heard a knock at the door and actually found himself nervous. It was ridiculous he told himself. Here he was, an experienced man of thirty-two, afraid of a little backwoods slut, a girl half his age who had probably never seen a man naked before.
Jennifer walked boldly in and sat down without waiting for an invitation to do so. She was dressed well but as usual the heat and humidity had wilted her and her outfit. Still, childish wilfulness and all, the sight of her made Frank's blood boil.
"Want a drink?" he asked, trying to inject a note of gallantry into the heavy stifled atmosphere.
"Sure," Jenny answered. "But don't make it a warm beer. I want something I can feel. I had to lie like shit to get out of my house and you better treat me right. I don't have to stay if I don't want to."
"Go home if you want to," Frank snapped. "If you don't think you like my offer, maybe you've found something better. Go on, I don't need you around here."
"I'm sorry," Jennifer announced, trying to hide her contempt beneath a mask of childish humility. "It's just that you never make things clear."
"But I've told you just what we're going to do," Frank insisted. "When I get transferred out of here, I'm going to take you with me, all the way to Los Angeles."
"And you really know somebody who can get me into the movies?" she asked, forgetting to drop the suspicion this time, making herself obvious.
"Look, I told you, nobody's twisting your arm. What do you think, you're the only girl in this town?"
"The only one you can get anyway," she laughed. "I see you hanging around the bar every night."
That was too much for Frank to take. He leaped out of his chair and ran to where she was sitting, picking up Jennifer by both arms and propelling her toward the door. He stood there like an enraged tiger, breathing heavily and trying to control his temper.
Jennifer let him cool off for a few moments and then walked back into the room undaunted. She was not a stupid girl and knew that all the power was not on his side. She had been saving it up for a long time and now that she was giving it away, her cherry wasn't going cheap.
She picked up her drink and drained the rest of it at a single swallow. Looking over at Frank it was hard to know whether or not to trust him. He never gave anything away, just stared with those cold eyes. He still frightened her, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.
As soon as Frank finished his own drink he walked over to the record player and put on a record of dance music. He made a sarcastic bow toward Jennifer and helped her out of her seat, as if at a cotillion. She accepted the gesture with surprising grace, never losing her composure.
Frank took her in his arms and held the little bitch to his body. She felt great in his arms, better than she looked in that ridiculous dress. Despite his veneer of calm, Frank was afire with lust, dying to get into the little sexpot before his prick erupted in his pants.
He finished out the dance and then inclined his head toward hers, going directly for that red mouth. Jennifer accepted the kiss and then drew back, as if to let her lover admire her body. Her confidence was well-founded and Frank could not help but stare at her up and down.
What a body that bitch had! Tall, straight and strong, with a pair of tits that jutted out from her chest without need of a brassiere to preserve their firmness and shape. Nor did her charms end there, for Frank was hardly interested in her tits. It was the rest of her that sent his body into raptures of lustful anticipation.
Her skirt was short enough to give Frank a view of her legs, the best feature on the girl. They were long and shapely and voluptuous, ending in an ass that he would have sold his soul for. As it was, he was getting her for considerably less, for nothing if he could swing it right.
Frank looked his fill and then approached the girl directly, afraid that she would reject him if he didn't start to dominate their relationship from the beginning. That was important with any girl, particularly a wilful little bitch like Jennifer.
He kissed her again and this time the little sexpot could not help but react. She was hot to get laid herself and Frank really was the most attractive man she had met. Not up to the level of the stars who peopled her fantasies, but better than anything else in town.
He kissed the girl for a moment and then led her into his bedroom without another word. There was no need for an explanation for the terms of their bargain were quite clear and specific. A trip to Hollywood in return for certain services rendered. It was totally unambiguous, just the way Frank had intended.
Jennifer followed him more submissively than was her wont, feeling a little overwhelmed by what was happening to her. This wasn't at all like putting out for the boys out in the fields. This was one man who would not hold back on the final mystery.
Frank closed the door behind them and wasted no time in getting out of his clothing. He wanted either to undress Jennifer himself or watch her strip. It was imperative that he undress first. In two minutes he was stark naked and ready for the first act of the private floor show.
Jennifer stared at him timidly, her eyes zeroing in on his crotch as if guided by radar. His prick was already beginning to swell, growing into the biggest male organ she had ever seen. It was frightening and stimulating at the same time, confusing her completely.
She turned her eyes away from him and started shyly to strip. It was too late to back away and her instincts told the young beauty that she could protect herself only by submission, at least until she knew a little more about the game. She had never formulated it quite that way but the tacit principle had so far guided her life.
Frank watched with delight as she reached behind herself to unbutton her blouse. Jenny's fingers refused to work properly but the delay caused by her clumsiness only stimulated him more. There was nothing wrong with a little waiting when you knew you had a girl in your power.
Jennifer finally got her blouse open and laid it down on the chair. She got out of her skirt much more quickly and let it fall down around her knees. Now she was clad only in her lingerie, brassiere, panties and stockings, garments that would soon be off her splendid body.
Soon she was stark naked and Frank was able to get down to work. He took her by the hand and led the mute girl to the bed, his prick standing straight out before him, bouncing in the air in anticipation of cracking her cherry. It was only a matter of time.
Jennifer was suddenly aware that she was not quite ready to get laid. She decided to turn her lover on by other means, things she had done with the other boys, things that had turned them on. She dropped to her knees before Frank and wasted no time in taking his prick in her hands.
Frank was surprised by her action but not so much that he was caught unaware. The girl could fool around all she liked. He had nothing against a hand-job or a blow-job. Sooner or later though, he was going to get into her and there wasn't a thing she could do to protect herself.
Jennifer rubbed his heavy prick until it was in a full state of erection. She closed her eyes and introduced it slowly into her mouth, a gesture that made her feel dirty and cheap at the same time that it turned her on. She was already past the point of caring about her self-respect and wanted only to prove herself to her lover.
She opened her mouth wide to take in the thick burden, thinking that Frank's cock must have been ten inches long and five inches thick. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen and there was some question as to whether it would all fit into her mouth.
She soon found out that it was not difficult at all to fit the big thing into her thick red lips. It traveled all the way to the back of her throat and she began to suck at it gently, not at all sure of her professionalism. Still, it was obvious that Frank liked her attentions.
"Hey, watch that," he shouted. "You almost bit off my prick. Take it easy before I get mad at you."
Jennifer turned red as a beet when she heard his angry words. She cursed her clumsiness and sucked at his prick far more carefully, unwilling to risk displeasing him a second time. She was so close to it now that it would be a shame to fuck things up.
Frank looked down at her with complete satisfaction. He wrapped his fingers in her long, corn-colored hair and held her head close to his body. She looked great with her lips distorted from the strain of taking him in. He wondered how she would react when he shot his load, filling that clinging mouth with sperm.
"That's better, baby," he told her soothingly. "Just keep sucking it like that and you'll get to Hollywood. They're going to love you there, just love you."
Jennifer couldn't tell if he was really praising her or just being sarcastic again. She ignored his words for a while thereafter, concentrating on perfecting her technique. By now she had overcome her fears and was eager to come through on her rash promise.
Frank left his fingers entwined in her golden hair and let Jennifer work on his prick at her own pace. Horny as he was, he had to admit that it wouldn't have taken much to turn him on. Still, there was no doubt that Jenny was showing a lot of talent for a girl her age.
She had taken in almost the full length of his cock, turning red from lack of air but refusing to relinquish an inch of the heavy member. Frank withdrew it slightly from her mouth so that she could suck on the sensitive head of his member, thinking to himself that it was just like having a personal slave.
In essence, that was just what Jennifer was to him. She was the antidote to all his frustrations, a young beauty so innocent that he could tell her anything and get away with it, even the ridiculous story about Hollywood. It was hard not to laugh aloud at the very thought of it.
He shoved his prick all the way back to the end of her mouth and watched with delight as she gagged and choked on the enormous weapon. He knew that he was going to come in a matter of seconds and wanted to see her face as he emptied a river of hot come into that clinging mouth.
Jennifer could taste the preliminary drop of scum that had pearled on the tip of his prick. It was warm and salty, a sure sign that he was about to come. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, hoping that she would not look stupid when it finally happened.
Frank shoved his prick in one last time and then felt a wave of fire pass through his limbs. His arms and legs stiffened and then relaxed as his prick erupted, shooting a double load of come into Jennifer's waiting mouth. It had been a long time coming, Frank reflected as his climax finally subsided, too damned fucking long.
Jennifer felt her mouth filling with a warm stream of thick salty scum. She tried to gulp it all down quickly but it was too much for her. The bitter unfamiliar taste overwhelmed her and the scum started to back up.
It came leaking out of her mouth and nose, causing her to cough and spill more of the semen all over her pink swelling breasts. Frank looked down at the confused humiliated girl and just managed to suppress his laughter.
He picked up a towel and wiped the come off her body, telling Jennifer not to worry, that she had been just great. The girl could still back out, he told himself. There was nothing wrong in taking it easy on her, at least until he got what he wanted.
"Come on," he said with rough affection. "It's time I made a woman out of you."
"Are you sure we ought to do it?" she protested. "I mean, we could get into a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry," he said gently. "I told you that I'd take care of everything. Just take it easy and leave things to Frank. Never a dissatisfied customer."
Jennifer gave in at last, realizing that there was no point trying to delay the ineluctable. She let herself be drawn to the bed and lay down flat on her back. All her pride and hauteur had vanished now. She was nothing more than a frightened girl about to lose her virginity.
Frank looked down at her and thought to himself that he had not cracked a girl in fifteen years. Well, it had never taken much in the past and wouldn't be hard in the present. He would be as gentle as possible with her, but not so gentle that it would cut into his own gratification.
He lay next to her and reached out to explore Jennifer's pussy with his hands. Her cunt was tight and wet and totally inviting. If it was that good to touch it was really going to be something to fuck. Once again his prick began to get hard from mere anticipation.
He rolled over onto the girl and then thought to put a pillow under her ass to improve his angle. He did so immediately, cupping his hands under her ass and sliding the pillow in, continuing his rotary motion until his body was planted firmly atop Jennifer's.
Jennifer sighed and closed her eyes, realizing that the moment of truth was at hand. A feeling of calm enveloped her and Frank guided his stiff prick with his hands. In essence it had already happened, back when she had agreed to put out for him. What happened now was nothing but detail, nothing but pure contingency.
Frank forced the first inch of his prick into the young beauty's parted labia. His prick glided easily into the narrow moist channel but then came suddenly to a complete stop. It was her maidenhead, still intact, and directly in he way of Frank's gratification.
He leaned all his weight against her body and felt his prick being crushed against the unseen barrier. Then her tissues began to stretch, slowly at first, imperceptibly, but irreversibly as well. Time was on his side. It was one battle he was fated to win.
Jennifer felt her inner tissues being disturbed and wounded by the huge thick cock that was hammering at her helpless body. She stifled the scream of pain and fear that rose unbidden to her lips, trying desperately to maintain her composure in the disorienting situation.
It was just what she had wanted, but so painful, so much out of her hands. She knew nothing about this man, yet had abandoned herself to him completely. He could do anything to her, kill her if he wished. And she would have deserved it for surrendering to his will.
After a while the confused girl did not even know if she wanted him to stop. True, the pain was tearing her apart, but she wanted him to finish, wanted to be a woman at last. The pain seemed a small price to pay for that. It was almost as if she were getting away with something, draining him of knowledge and experience.
Frank kept working on her, rotating his prick so that it went further in with every spiral motion. His patience was infinite at that point. Something was happening inside him of which he was only vaguely and inaccurately aware, something that was to alter the whole course of his life.
Finally he felt her tissues give way. His cock went all the way in to her cunt, breaking through the last shreds of flesh and causing her to cry out with pain as the blood leaked out of the open wound. The flow was slight but the appearance of it stimulated both lovers.
For Jennifer it was the final visual confirmation of her initiation, concrete proof that she had passed the test. The pain was both intense and humiliating but in the back of her mind she was not only content but almost smug and self-congratulatory about it.
Frank felt an onrushing sense of relief when he saw that blood on his prick, almost orgasmic in its totality of effect. He had done the forbidden, taking her innocence without scruple or regret. It was thrilling, more exciting than anything he had done in years.
He soon adjusted to the complete penetration and started to fuck Jennifer, slowly at first, trying to hollow her out before beginning a more violent assault. He knew that he was hurting her but it was not generosity that ruled his actions, only self-interest, pure and unsullied.
Jennifer groaned aloud as he worked his way into her. She had thought that the pain had ended and that she would be able to enjoy the rest of the experience. Now the agony was worse than before. It was a betrayal that colored her whole future view of sex.
She spread her legs as far as they would go and tried to take him into her body .without complaint. Only then did she realize how he was invading her, cavalierly, almost casually. She was his slave and could have no secrets from him as long as he was inside her.
His prick was a throbbing reminder of his dominance and of her lack of defense. He could hurt her or make it good for her at his will and pleasure. It never dawned on her that he might not have cared one way or the other. She was not to learn that until later.
Frank fell out of his lassitude as his prick worked its way into her lush body. It felt great to be able to sink his chest down onto her slender torso, practically crushing the breath out of Jennifer as his prick slowly continued to probe into her tight clinging pussy.
He became the aggressor again, stepping up the pace and causing her even more pain. His face became a mask of indifference, of masculine self-seeking. He didn't even look at the girl or feel the tears that ran off her face and onto his shoulder. All he could think of was his impending orgasm, the release he had waited for so long.
He shoved his rigid cock in harder and harder, deciding that there was no point being gentle with the girl. She would have to go home eventually and he wanted to make as much use of her as possible, get out all his pent-up lust in case he never saw her again.
Even as the thought crossed his mind he knew that it was false. The little sex pot had his number just as he had hers. She had plenty of power over him and would find out about it sooner or later. He needed her badly, especially after tasting the delights of that voluptuous body.
He raised himself up onto his palms so that all his weight was concentrated on his prick. It finally plunged into the hilt so that not an inch of the huge organ was visible. He left it inside her like that for a while, stirring the helpless beauty as if she were a cauldron of soup, pushing her further into the mattress.
Frank noticed Jennifer's tits at that point and had to lower his head to the luscious paps. They were so pink and creamy and vulnerable that he had to abuse them. The sight of those soft broad pink nipples was enough to make a man go out of his mind with lust.
He inclined his head slightly and then brushed his mustache over the sensitive pink nipples. Jennifer shuddered slightly but seemed unaware of what was happening to her. Then he began to use his lips and teeth on her breasts in a way that she could not ignore.
Frank closed his teeth on her nipples and bit gently into the irresistible flesh. Her nipples were as soft and sweet as candy and he worked them over until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered. By this time he was ready for heavier action.
The attention he had paid her tits turned Jennifer on for perhaps the first time that day. She came to realize that she had desires of her own, that her body was capable of receiving as well as giving pleasure. It was a strange sensation, compelling and intense.
She began to move her body in a subtle counter-rhythm to Frank's strokes. It hurt even more at first but there was no way she could stifle her response. She was impaled by a sensation she could not understand, an instinct that told her to see it through.
She wrapped her legs around Frank's ass, unconsciously trying to drag him down onto her body. Suddenly she wanted to get closer to him, to get as much of him inside her as she could. All personal distrust and animosity vanished in the nearness of her first orgasm.
Frank noticed the change and could not help but be surprised. She was certainly the hottest little bitch he had ever encountered, ready to come on her first fuck. It was almost intimidating in a way but Frank was not one to let such implications in the way of his pleasure. He would fuck her into exhaustion without a thought for her.
Jennifer was soon covered with sweat, no longer concerned with anything but the sensations in her cunt. She was totally overwhelmed by her new experience and had blocked out all that lay outside its provenance. She was to remain in this state until the onset of her orgasm.
The confused girl continued to crush her body against that of her lover, now inured to the pain that wracked her stiff legs and bleeding pussy. She knew that some miracle was only inches away, something that she could not grasp for, that had to take her by storm.
Frank stepped up the pace once again, changing gears and pulling out all stops. He fucked Jennifer as if she were a full-grown woman, slamming his cock into her and crashing his thick chest into her slender torso. He, too, was on the verge of a long-awaited climax.
Jennifer felt a tingling in her extremities, like a mild electric shock that had no point of origin. She closed her eyes and felt her limbs stiffen compulsively. Then she saw a wall of red before her eyes and felt her cunt open and close violently, again and again as her body achieved the release that her mind could only postulate.
Frank felt her cunt being emptied of its juices but was only glad that the friction abated as a result of the increased lubrication. He was able to fuck her with far less effort now, able to think of his own orgasm which was no more than a few seconds away.
Frank fucked her faster and harder until Jennifer felt her cunt once again go dry. She forgot about her orgasm at that point and tried to help him come, moving her hips from side to side and squeezing with the healthy muscles of her tight sweet snatch. Later she would be able to think about and cope with the fact of her climax.
Frank shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls explode. The come traveled into his prick and formed a temporary reservoir in the spongy tip. Then he erupted, shooting three consecutive streams of scum into her overloaded bleeding cunt.
Jennifer gasped with astonishment as the force of his orgasm riveted her to the bed. She weathered the storm and looked up at him only when it had abated completely. She was scared but happy, completely assured that she had made no mistake in coming to Frank.
"You better let me go home now," she said timidly. "I got to be there for dinner."
"Oh, shit," Frank exploded. "You can't go now. I want to fuck you again. Wait a minute."
"Look," she continued. "You know, I got to go home now. If I don't, we're both going to be in trouble."
"Get dressed then," he snapped. "What the hell do I need a fucking infant for."
Jennifer was hurt at first but soon realized that his spite and sarcasm were witness to her power. He wanted to fuck her but she did not have to satisfy him. There was nothing he could do to make her want to stay. He would do anything to get into her cunt again.
Jennifer did not dwell for long on her latest revelation. The day had been almost intolerably full of passage and enlightenment and she knew she could digest it better at home. She dressed herself quickly and kissed him breezily goodbye before leaving. It seemed a most appropriate gesture.
Frank watched her leave with a sensation that oscillated between relief and apprehension. He had succeeded at last but now something new had begun, some force had been released that might refuse his jurisdiction. He had entered a land that was out of his domain.
CHAPTER TWO
Frank Larkin woke up the next morning and discovered that he just couldn't get on track. Everything seemed confused and up in the air, as if a new element had entered his life. It was nothing he could pin down or specify but he knew that something had changed in his life.
He went to work at the usual time and found his span of concentration practically nil. He walked through the day like a robot, just waiting to be alone again so that he could think over what had happened to him. An obscure but very real feeling of terror ached in his mind.
Finally, the day was over and he walked slowly home to consider his plight. A few drinks helped to relax him and to release his mind from its inhibitions. Soon the answer dawned on him, although it took the unhappy man quite a while before he could force himself to accept it.
He had enjoyed his bout with Jennifer as much or more than anything he had ever done in his life. Enjoyment was a weak word though. He was obsessed by the idea of young girls, mad with desire to repeat the experience. Somehow he would have to find another available female, preferably younger and less experienced than Jennifer.
It was not a comforting thought but there was no way Frank could hide from it once it had been articulated. He realized that he was a perverted man, a misfit whose desires were not those of ordinary people. It was a hard fact for him to accept.
Frank shook his head in disbelief and tried to tell himself that it was all a mistake, a product of all those months of frustration and sexual denial. But he could not hide from himself the fact that he still craved young girls, wanted one in his bed more than he had ever wanted anything before.
He thought back and tried to find some incident in his life that may have warped him in that direction. There was nothing obvious but men he thought back and dimly remembered a girl and a time that had haunted his dreams in one form or another since the days of his youth.
He had been thirteen, perhaps a few months younger. His father was gone already and he and Mother were making a go of it alone. Things weren't too bad at all, even if he was the only kid on the block without a father, his mother's undivided attention was adequate compensation for the loss of the male parent.
Everything had gone well until he had come down with bronchitis. Then they had had to leave the city for a while. At first they had just motored out to the country but the infection had refused to abate. Strong measures and warmer weather were the order of the day.
They had headed to Florida, to Miami specifically. There they had settled into a resident hotel and there his first love affair had begun. Only now did its details begin to enter his mind, hesitantly at first but then with ever greater clarity.
Things hadn't gone too badly at first. Miami was a good city for a boy to run around in. It was good for his mother too and Frank actually blushed as he remembered the unfortunate occasion when he had walked in on her while she was busy entertaining her latest lover.
The two of them had been stark naked and although Frank had blocked out the scene immediately, he always had it in the back of his mind. Even now he could picture his mother standing on her knees, with a huge red angry-looking prick pounding into her rouged mouth.
Frank had run out of the room, not to return until hours later. His mother had done everything to soothe him, using her familiar blend of charm and cajolery. She had finally advised him to go out and get a girl friend of his own and the literal-minded boy had taken her up on her word at the first possible opportunity.
The days in Miami were long and boring. It was fun to walk around the town and look at the dirty postcards and magazines, but beyond that there was little he found of interest. Even the children of his own age failed to fascinate him, dull and clean as they were.
He had taken to roaming the beach, just strolling along the shoreline until he had gone out of sight of the lifeguards. Then he would take off his bathing suit and grab a swim in solitary splendor, the sun reflecting brilliantly off his bronzed young shoulders.
Two weeks had passed in this manner, with little accomplished except in a negative sense. His mother continued to spend time with her lover and Frank grew further alienated from her and the rest of the adult world. He knew even then that he was seeking something else.
The walks on the beach became more and more the focal point of Frank's life. He knew that something would come of those solitary explorations and one day his frustrations were finally ended. He found the thing that he had been seeking for so long.
He had walked a little further than usual along the beach and was at the point of stripping to go into the water. He heard a sound, faint and distant, but definitely emanating from the ocean. He scanned the surface with his youthful eyes and finally found the point of origin.
It was a human voice, coming from a person who was drowning way out where the waves become rough. Frank didn't hesitate to remove his clothing and jump in to rescue the unknown party. It was the kind of adventure he had been fantasizing about since arriving in Florida.
Fortunately for both of them, Frank was an excellent swimmer. Still, this was a little beyond his limits and the boy was almost tempted to turn back for shore. He knew however, that no lifeguard would get there on time, that the person would die without his assistance. That alone was enough to make him persevere.
Frank put his head down and swam out to the victim, soon discovering that it was a girl. He saw that she was still conscious and even calm, suffering from a cramp in her thigh that had put her out of commission. It might not be too hard to get her back to shore.
Not a word passed between the youngsters and Frank was glad of it. He hardly got a look at the girl but knew that they were fated to be together. By rescuing her from the ocean he had gained certain rights, rights related to what he had seen happen between his mother and her lover.
He hooked his arm under hers and dragged the girl to shore so that she floated comfortably in transit. In a few minutes the tide carried them to shore and the girl sat down to catch her breath. She was able to walk and talk but not much else for a few minutes.
"That wasn't a very smart thing to do," Frank began, addressing her when the girl had finally caught her breath. "What were you doing here? What's your name?"
"I'm Martha Oates," the girl announced. "I swim here all the time. Today I got a cramp in my arm and leg at the same time. I guess I would have drowned."
"You sure would have," Frank answered with no pretense of modesty. "It's a good thing for you that I walk this way every day. You must have just come here."
"That's right," Martha agreed. "We're only staying for a week this year, as Daddy has to go back to work."
The conversation dragged on only for a few minutes. Martha noticed that Frank was naked but found that it did not embarrass her at all. A strange understanding had grown up between them and it was only a matter of time before they consummated their unexpected union.
Frank found out that Martha came from a rich New England family, had the kind of parents who would have refused to let him see her under ordinary circumstances. He laughed at that piece of information as he could tell that Martha was not in agreement with their principles.
Frank decided to stop wasting time. Little as he knew about sex, it was obvious to him that he had been presented with a rare opportunity. He had saved the life of a girl who seemed as curious and bold as she was rich and attractive. He would have been a fool to let her go.
Martha was really something to see. She was about the same age as Frank and like him had developed more quickly than most pre-adolescents. She was a slender blonde with the body of a woman. Her tits jutted provocatively out of her low-cut bikini bathing suit and her legs were long and shapely, with a patina of blonde down that made Frank's mouth water as he thought of touching her.
He leaned over the girl and kissed her shyly on the lips. Martha returned the pressure immediately, opening her mouth wide and sucking in his tongue. Frank found the sensation completely satisfying and then decided to explore her magnificent young body.
He lay side by side with Martha and let his hands wander to her tits. She sighed with anticipation and wasted no time in removing the top half of her bathing suit. The rest of it was soon to follow and in a few minutes both young lovers regarded each other unhampered by a stitch of clothing.
Frank realized that he was with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life. Martha was in a class of her own, nothing like the town sluts who had given him his earliest sexual training. This time sex would be a pleasure rather than an ugly trial.
Martha looked over at him, silently inviting Frank to do whatever he wished to her body. He ran his hands all over her tits, stopping only when her pretty pink nipples had turned hard and red and puckered. Then the horny lad turned his attention to her cunt.
He stroked the blonde pubic hair for a few minutes and then made an accidental discovery that was to stand him in good stead. His fingers came into contact with Martha's clitoris and he began to stroke and pinch the tiny pink organ until it had filled with blood and swollen to twice it normal size, to the tune of Martha's amorous sighs.
"That feels funny," she panted. "Keep doing it to me. Do it with your tongue too. Kiss me there."
Frank was quick to oblige the young beauty. His prick was hard as a rock but something told him to delay his own gratification until he had pleased his partner. That way she would be able to deny him nothing, would be forced to pander to his every desire.
He lowered his head to the soft triangle and sought out the tiny organ with his tongue. It was rather easy to locate and he soon discovered just how easy it was to turn on a woman. All he had to do was lick and bite at the thing and it would cause her to breathe hard and beg for more.
Frank soon tired of working on the little organ and wasted no time in shoving his tongue into Martha's sweet virgin cunt. Her labia were already dripping wet but he found the taste delicious and stimulating. Before he knew it he was ready to shoot his load.
Frank had hardly noticed his own prick. He had been far too busy catering to Martha's needs but his body had operated on its own and now he was ready to come. His prick had been brushing against her midsection and it suddenly exploded all over her, covering Martha with a sticky film of the hot frothing viscous fluid.
She reached down to feel the stuff and transferred it to her fingers. She than tasted a few drops of the stuff giving her lover an idea that he was to make use of soon afterward. For the moment, he contineud to work on her cunt, his passion temporarily abated.
"That's it," she told him. "Stick your tongue in as far as it goes. That feels so fucking good."
Frank followed his mistress' orders to the letter. He shifted his position slightly so that he was lying on top of her, his hands parting her shapely thighs and his tongue on a level with her cunt. One hand was placed under her buttocks, making it even easier to get his tongue in.
He licked her cunt slowly and carefully, not really knowing in advance what would please her. He could see that Martha was sweating profusely in the hot sun. Her face was red and her eyes were closed. She looked just as his mother had looked that time.
Martha began to move her body, wiggling her slender ass in the sand and picking up her pelvis so that Frank's tongue would go deeper into her twat. She kept it up for a few minutes and then felt her limbs stiffen in anticipation of her first orgasm.
Frank could tell that something was happening but had no idea as to its nature. He could see that she was about to come but his knowledge of sex was so limited that it did not make sense to him to put it that way. He would have to wait and see what happened to her.
He had not long to wait. Martha bucked her pelvis forward one last time and then felt her arms and legs relax as all her sensations were suddenly centered in her cunt. Her pussy opened and closed around the hot tongue that was probing it and then she felt a rush of fluid pass out of her body and into her lover's mouth.
Frank drank down her juices greedily, finding it the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He continued to lick at her pussy for a few minutes but then stopped as he realized that he was irritating the sensitive tissues. It was time for him to think about his own desires.
"That was really nice," Martha announced. "I've never done anything like it before. Let me do something to you. I promise I'll be nice."
"Go ahead," Frank told her. "Why don't you kiss it like I did to your thing."
Martha looked down at his prick and was disappointed to see that it had lost its thickness and rigidity. She reached out to touch it and soon discovered that the pressure of her soft hands was enough to stimulate the big thing, get it back into the state she preferred.
She ran her fingers all over the new plaything, pulling the loose skin of the collar over the head and then back again until it had become too taut to manipulate. Then she reached down for his balls, fondling them gently in her soft hands until his prick was completely hard.
It was the first time the young girl had ever touched a man's prick and she was determined to make the most of her opportunity. Her youthful face took on an expression of deep solemnity as she rubbed his prick between her palms. Then she knew what she had to do in order to repay Frank for the good time he had shown her.
Frank sat op slightly and Martha lowered her head right onto his throbbing prick. First she just pressed her lips against the hot hard member but then decided to go all the way with him. It was far too late for her to back out and she might as well do things right.
She parted her lips slightly and let the heavy weapon press against her teeth. Then she opened her mouth completely and took it in as far as she could. The big i .ick disappeared into her mouth and then she ad to relinquish the last few inches in order to avoid choking.
Frank watched her with great interest as Martha learned about his prick. Some of the things she was doing to him hurt but it hardly mattered. It was all in all the most pleasurable sensation he had ever experienced, something that was to alter the course of his life.
Martha took as much of the big thing into her mouth as she could and sucked at it gently, trying every possible combination of lips, teeth and tongue. The taste didn't bother her at all and she found herself eager to bring him to orgasm as he had done to her.
Frank would have come long since, but for the orgasm he had had already. This time it was to take a little longer, which was all to the good as far as both children were concerned. They both knew that they had found something important and the more they learned about it the better. They might well never meet again.
Martha shifted her position slightly so that she was facing Frank almost directly. It allowed him to watch her as she sucked his cock, admiring the way the big thing deformed her pretty lips. It made it twice as stimulating to watch it go into her clinging mouth.
Martha found her jaw to be aching slightly. She spit out the big prick momentarily and decided to continue her exploration of her lover's balls. She licked them at first and then took them in her hands and slowly stuffed the hairy globes into her mouth.
It was hard to get both balls into her mouth but Martha was determined to succeed. Soon she had done it and handled them gently until the hairs began to tickle her palate. She spit out the testicles only after they were completely covered with a film of her warm saliva.
Then she knew that it was time to take his prick back into her mouth. She reached out for it and found that it had become so hard that she could barely handle it. She stuffed it back into her mouth and began to suck at it again, this time with far more passion, as she was becoming impatient to taste her lover's come.
Frank was more than happy to oblige her. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls exploding just as they did when he jerked off. The come shot out of his prick and into her mouth with a force that practically choked the inexperienced beauty.
Frank had come more than was usual for him and Martha found it almost impossible to get it all down. It filled her mouth beyond capacity and leaked out again, running down her chin to form a sticky puddle between her magnificent heaving tits.
She relished the taste of the come however, finding that it made her ready for even more sex. She looked at Frank and saw that he was as confused as she was. Both children were on unfamiliar ground and neither could take advantage of the other. It was a perfect arrangement.
"We ought to go all the way," Frank suggested. "You know, fuck like older people do."
"I don't know," Martha answered. "My sister says it's dangerous. I don't think I want to do it."
"You'd do it if you loved me," he answered. "If you were grateful because I saved your life."
"All right, I will," Martha answered. "But not today. I have to get home soon. We'll meet right here at eight o'clock if you can make it."
"I can make it all right," Frank answered. "You don't really have to go home now, do you?"
It was soon decided that there was really no hurry for Martha to get back to her family. She would have to go soon but they had another half hour to spend together. Frank knew just what he wanted to do with the time and wasted no time in telling Martha.
Frank suggested that they sixty-nine. He didn't use such words of course, resorting to circumlocutions that were as effective as they were convoluted. Martha was delighted with the idea and arranged her body immediately so that they could finish up before she had to leave.
She lay on her side and Frank emulated the position immediately, reaching out with his hands and opening her legs for the entrance of his tongue. It was even easier for her to get his prick back into her mouth. After a few sessions of adjusting their young muscular bodies the two lovers were ready to begin.
Frank slid his tongue into the breach and ate out the charming girl until his mouth was once again full of her sweet pussy juice. On her part, Martha almost ignored his attentions, sucking at his prick with real violence, determined to get another taste of his sperm.
Frank ran his hands all over her body, shifting his position so that he was lying directly on top of her with their positions reversed. His prick was soon buried in her throat and the poor girl almost vomited before adjusting to the deeper penetration.
She clung to him, wrapping her soft hands around his ass in an effort to control his frantic plunging movements. Then she finally noticed the sensation of lust in her own sexual organ and was able to ignore the pain and discomfort completely, once and for all.
She felt the same fire in her limbs but this time it was slower and far more intense. It wracked her limbs continuously and there was nothing she could do to get away from the painful and stimulating sensation. She knew that she would be in limbo until he made her come.
For his part, Frank was completely adjusted to their new position. He was able to give pleasure as he received it although he knew that he would be the first to come. Already his prick was throbbing dangerously, the veins bulging and longing for release.
He shoved his prick all the way into her mouth, curious to see if Martha could swallow it to the hilt. She seemed to sense that he was testing her and opened her throat wide in a futile effort to do his bidding. She got half of his prick in but then had to abandon the effort.
Frank shrugged his shoulders and had his first intuition that sex would not always be satisfying. He forgot all about that cynical thought with the onset of his orgasm, which took him practically unawares.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt it explode in Martha's mouth. It shot straight into her and then the come rocketed in, pinning her to the sand. She made loud gulping noises in her throat and this time managed to down every drop of the salty fluid. Then she was able to think about celebrating her own orgasm.
It took a few minutes for Martha to get on track after swallowing her lover's come. She exulted in the salty taste and felt rather proud that she had been able to please a man with so little effort or pain. It would be very different when she had to yield her virginity.
Finally she was able to concentrate on her own body. It was obvious to the intelligent young girl that she was about to have another orgasm, hopefully a mirror image of the first. She began to move her hips and thighs, trying desperately to get it over with.
She felt the same wave of fire pass through her limbs and knew that it would be upon her in seconds. She closed her eyes and tried to analyze the unfamiliar sensation, trying to understand it as it was overwhelming her. As might be expected, she was to have little success.
Before she knew what was happening, the fire had entered her every pore. She moved compulsively, thrashing in the sand like a snake. Then her cunt began to contract around the tongue that was bathing it in saliva and she was at last able to empty her cunt of its virgin fluids. After that, her release was finally achieved.
The two youngsters sat up to look at each other, afraid to break the spell with speech. Both realized that they had plumbed the depths of a mystery they would never really solve. The next step was too obvious to bear repeating. Their meeting was an established fact.
The next night came all too slowly but Frank had to admit that he had enjoyed his day of anticipation. He had been able to think things over more coolly and had decided that he was a lucky boy to have found a piece of ass like Martha, a girl who put out for him like that.
In other words, his inherited and absorbed prejudices had already begun to eat into his mind. One side of him was still mystical and abstract, but another part ridiculed that aspect and forced him to see sex in terms that had been imposed on him in a way he did not understand.
This dichotomy of feeling was to cause all sorts of mischief in his life. On the one hand he was completely susceptible to sex in all its variations. On the other he could not accept sex as anything but evil, something to be done in the dark with minimal emotional investment.
At that age, the mystical side prevailed, especially as the assignation drew near. He rushed through his supper, responding to his mother's questions with an exaggerated and grotesque enthusiasm. Mrs. Larkin was intelligent enough to see that something was in the air. She was indifferent enough to ignore it completely.
She felt that anything her son did was more than justified by the circumstances of his upbringing. It was not for her to judge him, especially as he had always shown the ability to stay out of trouble on his own. It was good that he was not a burden to her.
Frank left his mother and hurried to his room before leaving for the beach. He threw a flashlight and blanket into his bag and then added a swimsuit as an afterthought. Finally he went to look at himself in the mirror, for reasons he could not begin to comprehend.
He stared into his own eyes until practically hypnotized and then drew back in confusion. His mind was a whirl of sexual fantasies and remembrances, an inchoate realm of blending swirling unity. He hurried out of the room and down the staircase, determined to go to his tryst before his nerve failed him.
He ran all the way down to the assigned meeting place and found that Martha had arrived first. Her eyes were shining in the moonlight and she was a bit frightened at first. It took a few seconds for Frank to gather the courage to sit down with her.
The two children engaged in idle conversation for a few minutes and then decided to get down to business. Both had but one thing in mind, the simple physical performance of the sex act, with whatever it might entail. There was no turning back for either of them.
Frank found that his cynicism had vanished. He was helpless before this girl who seemed to be able to look into the darkest corners of his mind. His lust for her had passed the physical.
Their union would be the guiding miracle of his life as soon as it was consummated.
He took Martha in his arms and kissed her at length, still afraid to take her virginity. She too was not quite ready for that and decided to satisfy him first in a way that would delay the event. She dropped to her knees before him and began to unbutton Frank's fly.
He helped her open the garment and then shoved his already stiff prick into her mouth. Martha sucked it avidly and it was soon in a state of full erection. Frank smiled down at the girl, his nervousness vanishing as he felt his body stirring with lustful desire.
As she was sucking on his cock, Frank removed his shirt and as much of the rest of his clothing as he could. Martha followed his example and soon they were practically naked. It was another way to ease themselves into the physical reality of what they both desired.
Martha concentrated on bringing her lover to orgasm. At the first taste of his prick she had realized that she was no longer scared to give him her virginity. Now it was almost frustrating to have to kneel there sucking his cock, waiting to swallow his come.
Frank felt the same impatience, but it was mitigated by the pleasure she was giving him. He reflected that the girl really did know how to suck cock. He could not hold out long when she did that to him, which was just as well when their desires coincided that closely. As soon as he finished he would be able to fuck her.
Martha gave it everything she had, using all the caresses and techniques she had learned the previous day. Soon she could tell that he was ready to come. His veins were throbbing noticeably and she could almost taste the preliminary drop of come that was rising to the tip of his prick.
Frank gathered his strength and then finally shot his load. The come shot out of him into the back of her throat. Martha found that it was far easier to suck a man off in that position, humiliating as it had seemed at first. Now she was ready for stronger medicine.
"Let's do it now," Frank suggested quietly.
CHAPTER THREE
The two children finished undressing and then faced each other directly, their fear a thing of the past. Frank took her in his arms and lay her down on the ground, admiring her magnificent body as he prepared to mount her. He knelt down beside her with his prick hard and ready.
"What the hell is going on here," a gruff voice shouted just behind his left ear.
Frank was pulled to his feet by two sets of hands, one hard and masculine and the other just like those of his beloved. He was thrown to the sand and sat there watching as Martha was berated by the two adults. It took several minutes for him to take it all in.
The two adults, black figures in the nacreous moonlight, screamed at their daughter, using words and concepts that neither child could understand. Soon Frank caught on to the general nature of their import and got quickly to his feet, intending to make a getaway.
He gathered his clothing and belongings and stood up in the eerie light to get a last look at Martha. At first she was almost unrecognizable, transformed into a small, shrieking child. Then a look of peace and defiance crossed her face as she met his gaze, a look that would haunt him until the end of his days.
Frank ran to the end of the beach, ignoring the cries of the angry parents. Let them try to catch him if they dared. He would lead them into the water and leave them to drown. He felt furious and vicious, warped by the denial of his innocent desires.
Frank dressed himself on the beach and then snuck back into the hotel. The room was empty, just as he had expected. His mother was out with her lover, doing the very things forbidden to him. Frank headed directly for the bathroom, determined to get some sort of relief.
He pulled his pants off again and noticed that his erection had not abated. His hand immediately went to the frustrated organ and he began to stroke it, slowly at first but then with ever-increasing violence. It was the only thing that could release his tensions.
He turned to face the mirror and was soon able to watch himself masturbating. He pounded furiously at his penis, making it go red and sore from the friction of his grip. Then he loosened his hold slightly only to move his hand faster yet, till he could hardly see it any more.
He shot his load suddenly and without warning, spraying his seed all over the mirror. Just as he was cleaning it up there was a sound of footsteps in the hall and he realized that his mother was coming home. He finished up quickly and then turned out the light.
His mother, as usual, had not the faintest notion that anything had gone wrong. She saw her son sleeping peacefully and once again was thankful for his independence. It had been a long night and she was ready for sleep. After all, they were going home quite soon.
Upon returning home Frank found his whole life colored by his recent frustration. He went through a period of loneliness and isolation, keeping to himself and nursing unpleasant fantasies. His mother continued her policy of laissez-faire throughout this period.
Frank became a good student thereafter for the first time in his academic career. He took out his libido in studies and found the company of books preferable to that of friends. He entered college after high school, having convinced his mother to foot the bill for his education.
At college he opened up somewhat, joining in on the craze for rock music and pot smoking. There had been one incident in college that he suddenly remembered, one that might have served as a symptom for his current maladies, one more thing he had repressed.
Frank had been living off campus at the time and had managed to befriend a local girl. Barnelly Falls was a small town, but far more sophisticated than Laneville. With this girl things had followed a far more predictable pattern, at first anyway.
Her name was Glenda Swarz, a local high school girl who lived in the neighborhood with a father who took little interest in her actions, spending the bulk of his time gambling and drinking. It was natural that Glenda would use her free time to explore some of the mysteries of sex with a handsome man like Frank.
Frank had started things off on a casual basis, not really thinking seriously about seducing the young beauty, not that she wasn't attractive enough to make such thoughts cross his mind. It was just that Frank was doing quite well sexually at the time.
Thus, having little need of her favors, he had been polite and solicitous with the girl but had never actively curried her acquaintance. However, Glenda was rather anxious to get to know him better and soon found opportunity to arrange a private meeting.
Even at the time Frank could hardly remember the meeting's rationale. It had been something to do with schoolwork, some book perhaps that he had promised to lend her. The upshot was that she was coming to his apartment alone, for reasons other than academic.
Right after he finished eating, Frank cleaned up the apartment slightly, thanking his stars that his roommate was to be out for the night. It would have been difficult to get anything going with George acting as competition for her favors.
As he waited for her arrival, Frank thought about Glenda. It was strange that he hadn't paid much attention to her. She had a real baby face and childish mannerisms as well, but her body made the girl more than worthwhile as a potential bedmate. He was glad that he had finally set something up with her.
Frank heard the doorbell ring just as he was thinking about her body. She was tall for her age and really built, with high firm breasts that jutted almost dangerously out from her slender chest. Her legs were equally good, long and muscular, with dimpled knees and a smooth creamy texture that made his mouth water.
Her ass was one of Glenda's best features, a little too large for her sylph-like frame perhaps, but voluptuous and full, firm and begging to be abused. He found himself getting hot just from thinking about her.
"Frank, it's nice of you to have me over," she began as he led her into the living room.
"Want a drink?" Frank asked. "Or do you really have to get down to work?"
"Not at all," Glenda answered. "I'd really prefer a joint if you've got one."
"Hey, don't tell me you smoke grass," Frank countered. "Aren't you a little young for that stuff."
"Come on," Glenda answered testily. "I'm not a child, despite this baby face. Sometimes I wish I'd looked like a dirty old whore."
"Would you like to act like one, too?" Frank asked, chuckling at her fantasies. "I think you'd be pretty good in the part if you worked at it."
"No thanks," Glenda answered. "I have trouble enough with men without getting into that."
"What kind of troubles could a good-looking chick like you have?" Frank asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Everybody treats me like a kid because I look so young. Other guys expect their girls to put out and my boyfriend is afraid to kiss me."
"You've got to find an older man," Frank answered. "Someone who could treat you like a woman."
"Yeah, just like you," Glenda answered sarcastically. "Come on and turn me on at least before you rape me. You could try to come on like a gentleman."
"All right," Frank answered. "Just let me roll a couple of joints. I'd like to get high with you."
Frank couldn't tell if the young girl was being honest or just bragging. He would have to take it easy on her. Some of these young girls led you on and then turned hysterical on you, bawling like infants and then running home to their mammas and poppas.
That was something that Frank intended to avoid at any cost. He would rather not waste his time on the girl than to get involved in a relationship that would reach outside the realm of sex. He liked the girl all right but had no intention of getting serious with her.
"Here we are," he said, walking back into the room with a handful of marijuana cigarettes. "You light the first one. I want to see how you high school girls smoke dope. Maybe you can teach me something."
Glenda had to suppress an urge to flare up at the sarcastic remarks. She was, after all, fifteen years old and no longer a virgin. That was one thing she had not yet told Frank, a trump card that she would hold back until able to make the best use of it.
She took a joint and put it into her mouth, accepting the lit match that Frank offered her. She inhaled lightly, letting the smoke drift out of the butt end of the joint and slide into her throat, whirling gently down into the center of her lungs.
The grass was strong and sweet but she found that it was easy to hold in without coughing. It was better stuff than anyone around the high school could supply, which figured, considering its source. The high school students looked up to their college brethren as the source of all sorts of mysteries and forbidden pleasures.
She smoked three or four joints with Frank and soon found the stuff going to her head. First it oppressed and confused the young girl but later things came back into focus and she found that she was enjoying herself immensely in Frank's good company.
Frank turned on some music and went over to sit with the confused but happy girl. The grass had worked its magic on him as well but he was far more able to cope with its disorienting effects. His mind was still quite clear, as were his desires.
Frank sat beside the girl who found his presence rather overwhelming. She had gotten lost in the intense physical and perceptual effects of the drug and had practically forgotten about her partner. Frank was determined to make his presence felt in the most direct manner.
He pressed the girl into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips, giving Glenda no chance to pull away. She thought to herself that things were going far too rapidly to keep under control. She wanted to fuck, but wasn't sure if she wanted it that soon.
"Hey, take it easy," she said nervously as soon as Frank had let her go. "Go slow."
"Take it easy yourself," Frank answered jocularly. "I'm calm as a clam. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, not even if you want me to."
"Maybe I wouldn't mind it," Glenda replied, trying to get things onto a more casual footing. "Maybe I'm a perverted masochist and you don't even know it."
"Well, I'll find out soon enough, won't I?" Frank concluded. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom."
Glenda got to her feet and followed him without complaint. There was no point trying to back out then and there. After all, she was no virgin. There wasn't a thing he could do to her that had not been done already. Still, her footsteps were uncertain and her throat dry as the lovely girl walked into the bedroom.
Frank walked into the room and turned off the overhead light so that the only illumination was provided by a small bedside lamp. He closed the windows against the rain and sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting to read his partner's latest mood.
By this time, Glenda was resigned to her fate. It had all been her doing and once she had accustomed herself to the grass the intelligent girl was quite clear about her motives and desires. There wasn't a reason on earth why she should not go to bed with him.
She sat down beside Frank and this time it was she who initiated the action. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Frank's, opening her mouth to take in his tongue. Frank plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her for a full three minutes.
Then he let his hands wander down to her tits, cupping the firm paps and cradling them in his palms. They were almost too large to hold, incredibly firm and swelling, heavy in his strong hands. Frank could hardly wait to see the gorgeous girl naked.
He plunged his hand down the neckline of her low-cut blouse and soon managed to free one of Glenda's breasts from her tight-wired brassiere. She sighed as his rough palms came into contact with her sensitive nipples, hoping that he would continue to find her attractive, the fear of rejection still in her mind.
He let go of her tits again, kissing the girl and reaching behind her to open her buttons. She was quite passive all the while, repressing her urge to reach out and play with his swelling prick which was obvious and throbbing behind the fabric of his pants.
Glenda was pretty liberated for a girl her age but would never think of initiating foreplay. It was simply not done by proper girls and she could not help but think of herself in that narrow bourgeois light. It was a matter of heredity and continuing indoctrination.
She sat there like a statue, letting Frank pull the blouse off her slender shoulders. He managed to get it off and then to unhook her brassiere, unveiling her luscious tits to his close inspection. Naked, they were far superior to the way he had found them in a swaddled condition.
Frank deftly unhooked her skirt and then slipped it around her hips and under her ass. Once it was off it was child's play to finish undressing her. Soon the lovely girl was stark naked and completely vulnerable, just as he wanted her to be. Frank wasted no time in going on the offensive.
He got up and removed his own clothing in record time, letting it scatter around the room as he pulled it off his muscular body. He looked at Glenda one last time and congratulated himself on his good fortune. She was even better than he had expected her to be.
Glenda had the smoothest, clearest skin he had ever seen. Every birthmark stood out clearly from the flawless surface. He sat down on the bed with her and kissed her yet again, this time allowing his body to sink down on top of her. In that position he was in full control.
He cupped his hands around her bare tits, caressing the soft globes and feeling the nipples harden in his hands. Then he kissed the lovely breasts, sucking the nipples into his mouth and causing the passionate girl to moan aloud with unslaked lustful desires.
Frank grew annoyed at her passivity and soon guided Glenda's hand to his throbbing prick. She hardly seemed to notice it at first but then her fingers closed around it and she began to manipulate the turgid organ, feeling it grow harder by the second.
"Don't worry, Glenda," Frank whispered solicitously. "I will be gentle with you. It won't hurt at all."
"What are you talking about?" Glenda replied. "I'm not a virgin. I've been fucking for years. You don't have to worry about me. I even take pills."
"You're not a virgin?" Frank asked incredulously. "That's impossible. You have to be."
Glenda looked at him with concern but Frank soon managed to hide his confusion. He was unaware of it at the time but somehow his mind had connected his present situation with the time in Florida when he had been frustrated in his attempt to take Martha's virginity.
His mind cleared almost immediately, although Frank could not completely forget the strange and unheralded association he had unconsciously made. He would have to think about it later in the evening, after he had finished fucking Glenda and had sent her home, again, a ruthless hunter with no love in his heart for his victim.
Fuck her, he thought.
He would take pleasure all right. Pleasure of the firl and then get her disquieting presence out of his life. It was a shame that the bitch had fucked him over like that.
Glenda sighed with anticipation as he lowered his body onto hers. There was nowhere to hide now, no way she could protect herself. She would have to give in, regardless of consequences. Frank was being nice to her but she still did not trust him.
Frank arched his body over the luscious girl and guided his prick home with his hands. It was possible that she had lied to him, that she really was a virgin. He was soon to find out that Glenda had been telling the truth, as it was quite easy to get into her.
He leaned his weight against his prick so that it glided easily into her snatch. Whoever had cracked Glenda had evidently known his trade, for his large prick seemed to cause her no pain at all, merely surprise which she would have noticed if it had been half that size.
Frank pushed all his weight down onto the girl until his prick was buried to the hilt. Glenda felt as if she were impaled on the big spear, as if he could have picked her up and carried her around the room without using his hands. It didn't hurt exactly, but was it pleasant?
Soon the confused girl sorted out her thoughts and desires and realized that she was being fucked far more competently than ever before. The boys at school could hardly match Frank's technique. He was bound to turn her on sooner or later if he kept fucking her that way.
Frank noticed the change in the girl and as he did so a weight dropped off his shoulders. Fucking her would be just like fucking a girl of his own age. There was nothing special about it, nothing at all out of the ordinary. He began to enjoy himself again.
Her cunt was able to take in the full length of his swollen cock but it was still tight and clinging, just the way he liked a cunt to be. It was a pleasure to watch his cock leave and re-enter its objective, never denied is passage, master of the body beneath him.
Glenda kept her eyes closed at this point, knowing that Frank was looking her over. He watched his prick slide out of her cunt so that only the tip was left buried. Then it would part her labia and glide back into the hole that seemed too small for its girth. It was a sign that Frank could have watched all night.
Frank raised himself up onto his palms and looked down at Glenda at his leisure. He preferred not to peruse her face too closely as it maintained that innocent childish look, even now when it was covered with a film of sweat and distorted by unfulfilled lust.
"How are you?" he asked, breaking a silence that was making him uncomfortable. 'I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"A little," Glenda confessed. "But I don't mind it. It feels good when you shove it in like that. Am I going to have an orgasm now?"
"Can't you tell for yourself?"
"I don't know," she replied candidly, between strokes of his probing organ. "I think I've had them but I'm not really sure. I just don't know."
"Well, I'll tell you if I notice one." Frank answered with mock solemnity. "Scout's honor."
Glenda blushed at his words, sorry that she had confided in the insensitive lout. Still, she bad to admit, for all his shortcomings, Frank was giving her the best fucking of her young life. If anyone could give her an orgasm it appeared that he was the man.
Frank chuckled to himself at her innocence but then decided to tease the pretty girl no longer. She was, after all, being rather nice to him, letting him fuck her without coyness or complaint. It was something you rarely got with a girl that age.
Glenda began to feel a stirring in her limbs. She grew hotter and hotter in the stuffy room but soon noticed that the source of heat was coming from within. Her cunt was going dry now but that was only increasing the pressure, driving his cock further into her hungry snatch.
"Come on," she pleaded. "Fuck me harder. Something's happening to me. I'm going to come now, I know I can do it. Fuck me harder, shove that thing into me."
"Take it easy," Frank cautioned. "Just relax and let your body do its own work. You'll come all right,"
It was quite obvious to Frank that the girl was on the verge of orgasm, perhaps her first. Her face was flushed and puffy, and her eyes practically closed. All he had to do was keep fucking her and she would be eternally grateful, willing to do him all sorts of favors.
He lowered his body on top of the girl and practically crushed the breath out of her. His prick traveled all the way into that luscious cunt, pinning her to the lumpy mattress. All he had to do was leave it in like that and let her finish at her own pace.
Glenda felt her limbs stiffen and then relax as her orgasm grew imminent. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling the sensation of lust pass throught her limbs, moving closer and closer to her cunt, making her move compulsively, crashing her pelvis up into the midsection of her lover.
Her pussy contracted completely and the helpless girl felt her eyes roll up as her cunt emptied its long stored up juices. Frank left his prick buried in her cunt and then looked down at her with complete satisfaction. Her orgasm had been a good ego builder.
"Did you like it," he asked. "That, I can assure you was the real thing. No doubt about it."
"It was beautiful," Glenda answered. "I thought I was going to explode. I never came like that before. You really know how to use that big thing of yours."
"Flattery will get you nowhere my dear," Frank answered facetiously. "You're still going to take mine."
"Go ahead," Glenda rejoined, feeling her confidence returning at last. "I'm ready for anything you give me. Come on, full my little twat with come."
She said it in such a child-like manner that Frank was immediately inflamed with lust. He shoved his prick into her again, burying it to the hilt and this time refusing to let it lie stationary within her clinging pussy. Now it was time for him to have some fun.
Glenda's orgasm had lubricated her tight cunt all over again. It was easy to slam it into her, crushing her beneath his broad chest and then withdrawing again slowly. Glenda would hold her breath while he did that, feeling stimulated again but afraid of the potential violence of her passionate handsome domineering lover.
Frank knew that he could not hold out for too much longer, not with a girl like Glenda. Now that she had come, the girl was allowing herself a lot of leeway, doing things to him that drove Frank wild with lust. It was only a matter of time before he filled her cunt with scum.
Glenda wrapped her legs around Frank's ass, trying to keep him from moving so fast. She succeeded in driving his prick so deeply into her that neither of them could move for a few minutes. Frank broke her grasp and began to slam his prick in with renewed violence.
He kept fucking her like that while Glenda made her experiments. She soon discovered that by shoving a finger gently into his asshole she could slow Frank down at the same time she turned him on. It only delayed the inevitable for a few minutes though, as Frank was coming closer and closer to the point of shooting his load.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls emptied of their intolerable load of cream. The thick fluid rocketed into her cunt and filled the shallow vessel far beyond its capacity. Glenda felt as if she were being flooded with the hot frothing come.
Frank relaxed for a few minutes, letting his prick wilt inside Glenda's pussy. She had been good, real good, to him and he felt affectionate toward Glenda at the same time that he feared her attractiveness. He was going to have to think about her some more.
"Listen," Glenda interjected, pushing him away. "I've got to get home now. My parents are going to wait up for me, just like they do every fucking night."
"Shit," Frank shouted. "How can you walk out like that? I want to fuck you again. Stay for another hour."
"I can't," she insisted. "Look, I want to stay but I'll never be able to see you again if I don't get home on time. Don't you understand that?"
"I understand all right," Frank replied. "Just get the hell out of here already. Go on home."
Glenda had to fight hard to keep from bursting into tears. He was being terrible to her, totally heartless and selfish. She got her clothing on in a hurry and ran for the door, afraid even to say good-bye. Frank watched her from the bed, glad actually to see her go.
He had an awful lot on his mind and her presence could only confuse him. There had been something about Glenda that had really turned him on, far too much for his own comfort. She appealed to him in a manner different from any other girl he knew.
Frank refused to make the final connection in his mind. He thought briefly of his encounter with Martha but repressed the thought immediately. There was no point in getting into morbid things. He lit up another joint and then decided to go right to bed. Everything else aside, he still had to go to class the next day.
Frank forgot all about Glenda until one of the neighborhood kids told him that she had gone away to have an illegitimate child. A few investigations assured Frank that the child could not be his, taking a burden off his mind, making it even easier to forget Glenda.
The rest of his college days passed in a routine fashion. Frank studied hard and managed to compile an impressive academic record, majoring in ancient history. Nor did the handsome lad lack a social life, finding it quite easy to excel in both fields.
The rest of his girl friends of that period were mostly his own age. At one point he actually found himself interested in older women. Subconsciously he knew that that was a false escape from his problems. It was a phase that turned out to be rather brief.
During his last year of study Frank decided to change his major to business and management. It was not a field that appealed to him particularly, but his mother had fallen on hard times as her beauty had waned and the checks from home were growing fewer and smaller.
Frank came to realize that he was going to have to make it on his own. He plunged into his new studies with characteristic efficiency and was quite successful in a matter of months. He graduated with honors and went out to look for a job, confident that his talents and academic record would stand him in good stead.
His predictions were soon proved correct. Frank landed a series of jobs, each better than the last. The cycle culminated in his current employment, originally in Los Angeles. The spiral had taken a sudden downward curve when he had been transferred to Laneville.
Now things looked a lot better for Frank. Upset as he was after fucking Jennifer, he had to admit that she had satisfied him as few older women had ever done. He would have to see her again, he told himself, at the first possible opportunity. He would never find a better girl in that pisswater town.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time Jennifer had gone Frank had come to realize that the girl had become a significant factor in his life. He could no longer ignore the obvious symbolism of her appeal. It had all happened to him before, but this time it was even more intense.
Frank thought back to his past and discovered that the incident with Martha had colored his life. He had been frustrated in his first attempt to get laid and ever since then he had craved young girls. It was something that he was subconsciously impelled to do.
What could he do about it? That was the question he debated for days after meeting Jennifer. Frank was not a reflective man and usually had little patience for self-analysis. He was in over his head and remained confused by his unusual situation.
He could have gone to see a doctor, a psychoanalyst perhaps, but that was not Frank's way. He was determined to see things through on his own but unfortunately was ill equipped to do so. He would just have to muddle through until things took a turn for the better.
He thought that he really did not have much to worry about. There was nothing wrong with fucking younger women. It was a practice in which many men indulged. He would have to be careful, that was all. Besides, he would be transferred back to Los Angeles in a couple of weeks and that would be the end of his troubles.
Frank continued to go to work every day but scrupulously avoided calling or looking for Jennifer. That girl was poison in more ways than one, he figured. Not only was she catering to his perverted desires, but she was a bitch in her own right, a girl he just couldn't trust.
Things went along quite smoothly for the next week. There was plenty of work to do and his sales soon reached their highest level ever. If he kept it up he was going to break every record in the company at the same time he managed to keep himself out of trouble.
Frank's house was outside the center of the town which was a lucky break as things had worked out. There were few people living in that area and little temptation as a result. He kept largely to himself and took to drinking rather heavily to allay his boredom.
One day tragedy struck in the presence of a girl who looked to be twenty years younger than Frank. Her name was Judy Carter and she was one of his few neighbors, a pretty redheaded girl whose parents seemed to give her a great deal of freedom to roam.
The parents were usually out in the evening and one time Frank had been forced into babysitting. He had avoided it like the plague but eventually they got to him and begged the favor in a way he couldn't refuse. It was one more of those minor inconveniences that made his life in that small town so annoying, Frank had done the job, thinking that he would only have to watch a couple of infants. He had never noticed Judy but did so as soon as he arrived at her house. The evening was pure torture for the lonely haunted man but he managed to last it out without damage to himself.
Unfortunately, Judy had become rather friendly thereafter. She hung around his house and pestered the lonely man constantly, giving him no peace at all. Judy was a lonely girl who needed a strong figure to guide her life. Frank appealed to her immensely and irresistibly.
She got into the habit of visiting him at home and Frank soon came to realize that he was going to fall. It was inevitable as long as that little slut kept hanging around. She was such a gorgeous little thing that he could hardly keep his hands off her.
He figured that he could probably get away with seducing her, given the indifference of both the girls' parents. That was never the problem, though. It was all a matter of his own emotional balance, of the tension between abandonment and discipline that was driving him to drink, making the unhappy man old before his time.
Judy was such a gorgeous little thing that it was impossible to resist her for long. She was only thirteen years old and combined the facets of a woman with that of an innocent young girl. It was a combination bound to appeal to a man with Frank's proclivities.
He made a date with the girl finally, realizing that he was doing himself more harm by waiting than by giving in. Just the sight of her hanging around his house had caused him to start drinking again. Her lovely young face was even beginning to haunt his dreams.
Judy was small and redheaded, a practically unformed youngster who looked like she would be really beautiful some day. She was a sharp little girl as well, with plenty of self-confidence and a precocious awareness of her own good looks and power over men.
Her body had already begun to develop, featuring short shapely legs, budding young breasts and an ass that seemed to belong to an older, more experienced woman. Her mother was a good looking piece of ass herself so that it was no surprise to see the daughter turn out pretty.
Her face was actually the best thing about Judy Carter. She had big china-blue eyes, a short straight nose and thick sensual lips. Her skin was clear and healthy and everything about her was nubile and desirable. Frank thought to himself that in a more primitive society she would have been married already, fucking for years.
Anyway, he told himself, what was done was done. He had invited her over and she had agreed readily, even seeming to understand the invitation as it had been meant. Only time would tell, but Frank had a feeling that the girl would be neither coy nor hard to get.
Judy showed up promptly and Frank sat her down on the couch beside him. He noticed that the girl had put on her best clothing to see him, making her more attractive than ever. He was going to have to fuck that little angel, even if it cost him his job and his freedom.
"What's on your mind Judy?" he asked gently. "You always seem so sad and lonely. That's not right for a pretty little girl like you."
"I don't know," Judy lisped. "I don't have a boyfriend and I'm lonely here. I don't like this town at all."
"Where would you like to go?" Frank asked.
"Maybe California," she answered. "Maybe New York. I think I'd like a big city. Have you ever seen one?"
"Oh yes, would you like to hear about the big city? It's a lot of fun to live there."
Judy sat back and let Frank regale her with a series of stories about the big cities he had visited. Frank laid it on heavily, counting on her naivete. Most of the stories had a basis in truth but they grew wilder and woolier as he warmed to the topic. It was bound to raise his worth in the young girl's staring wide eyes.
Judy was completely in love with the handsome stranger and made no bones about it. Something told her that there was more to life than school and her family, that there was excitement and pleasure in store for her. She thought of it as her due.
Frank looked at the excited girl and realized that he would have to make a move quickly. She would have to go home eventually and he had no intention of being frustrated once he had made up his mind to have her. She seemed willing enough and so he made his move.
"Come on princess," he told her. "Let's dance."
Judy, an adaptable young girl, dropped her attitude of childish wonder and copped a new one of adult sophistication. She rose to her feet with dignity and allowed Frank to press her in his arms. She knew vaguely what was going to happen to her and was all for some experimentation.
Judy's experience in sexual matters had been brief and convincing. She had agreed to go into the woods with a couple of the older boys one day. They hadn't had the nerve to fuck her but Judy had learned quite a bit about sex, enough to know that she wanted more of it.
She could still remember how they had giggled when she had sat down with them under an oak tree. One thing had led to another and one of the boys had suggested a game of strip poker. Judy lost every hand but made no accusations of cheating, obvious though it was.
She had been more eager than her captors to experiment with her body and had agreed enthusiastically when the game had changed to spin the bottle. Being the only girl present she was bound to win every time, which is just the way things actually happened to develop.
The boys had been almost as confused as she was and soon enough Judy had become the aggressor. She had looked hungrily at their swollen young pricks, surrounded by recent growths of wiry pubic hair. It had been most stimulating, a real revelation for her.
One of the boys had taken her aside and wasted no time in shoving his prick into her hand. Judy had stroked it gently at first, not really knowing what to do. It had grown hard in her grasp and she began to stroke it harder and harder after seeing that.
It hadn't taken the lad long to shoot his load. Five minutes after she had first touched him his big prick began to throb and heave and in no time at all he sprayed a tremendous stream of hot frothing come all over Judy's soft young hands, surprising both of them.
The next boy was far more aggressive. His name was Timothy and he was a year and a half older than his friends, a boy who had seen a little of the world. He knew just what he wanted from the young beauty and was quite forceful about stating his demands.
"Take it and suck it," he commanded her. "You want me to put that smelly thing in my mouth?" Judy asked incredulously.
"It's what every girl does," he insisted. "I saw my parents doing it just last night. Go on and do it before I get mad at you and send you home."
There was nothing for Judy to do but obey. She didn't want the boys to be angry at her and the thought soon became more palatable as she digested it. If grownups really did a thing like that then there couldn't be anything wrong with it. She hastened to do his will.
Judy had no idea how to go about giving the handsome lad a blow-job. Timothy was more than happy to conclude her education and instructed her to go down on her knees and take his prick into her mouth. The naked girl was not at all shy about obeying him.
She dropped to her pretty dimpled knees and held the stiffening prick in her hands. It was much bigger than that of the other lad and she wondered how it could possibly fit into her little mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, as if taking a spoon of medicine.
The young redhead swallowed her apprehensions along with a full five inches of the throbbing prick. It glided easily into her mouth and she found the taste salty but not at all unpleasant. She wondered if this boy would spray a load of sperm into her virgin mouth.
So, at the age where most girls are just learning to kiss, Judy was down on her knees sucking cock in the woods. She found that it was better to use her lips and tongue and not to bite him with her sharp teeth. His prick grew harder and harder from her clumsy manipulations. Soon he would be ready to come.
In truth, the young lad did not take long to shoot his load. It was only the third blow-job he had ever received and he had not yet developed the ability to retard his orgasm for as much as a second. He was perfectly content to come without delay or hesitation.
He shoved his prick all the way into her mouth and watched with surprise as it erupted within her. Judy felt a warm rush of salty fluid in her mouth and tried to gulp the stuff down with mixed results. Most of it went down her craw, but some of it backed up on her and came out of her mouth and even her nostrils.
Now all that was in the past, even though it had happened only a few short weeks ago. She was with a real man now, a mature fellow who could show her an even better time. The boys had done almost nothing to her body and Judy was sure that there was another aspect to sex.
Frank held her tightly as they danced, leading the girl back to the couch when the record was ending. He sat down beside her again and decided to ask a few questions of her just to set his mind at ease. He had the feeling she would come up with the right answers.
"Would you like me to be your boyfriend?" he asked. "I like you very much, Judy."
"I'd love it," she responded enthusiastically. "Then I could tell ah my friends about you. They'll be jealous when I tell them that you like me so much."
"Listen Judy," Frank added quickly. "I can't be your boyfriend unless you keep your mouth shut. Don't ask me why. It's just something you have to do."
"All right," she answered sulkily. "I guess you're right. Most people would think you're too old for me."
"Do you know what boyfriends and girl friends do for each other?" Frank asked. "They go to bed together and do things that are a lot of fun."
"I've heard about it but I don't really understand," Judy replied. "Could you show me something?"
Frank couldn't believe his good luck. The little sexpot was actually asking him to fuck her. He got up and led her into the bedroom, thinking that he would have an even better time with her than he had with Jennifer. This girl was so much more innocent and helpless.
"Take off all your clothing," he instructed her.
Judy did as she was told without hesitation. Anything he wanted to do was all right with her, even though she had a feeling that it was going to be painful. It made her feel like a real woman to have a boyfriend like Frank. It was easy to put her fate in his hands.
She got out of her clothing quickly, making no attempt to be sexy about it. Frank watched her closely, admiring her charms as they appeared before his clouded eyes. She was just perfect, the most beautiful and attractive little girl he had seen in years.
Frank wasted no time in getting out of his own clothing. He stripped to the skin and stood up tall so that Judy could get used to the sight of his body. Fortunately for the frightened girl, his penis was still in a state of latency, hanging harmlessly from his body.
"This is going to hurt you a little bit," he told her. "It always does the first time. If you're a really brave little girl you won't cry at all."
"I'm afraid," Judy answered candidly. "Try not to hurt me too much. I don't want to die."
Frank realized then that there was no point trying to explain things to her. The girl associated pain with damage and the only thing he was going to destroy was her maidenhead. Well, he told himself, she's got plenty of time to discover things on her own.
Frank led the innocent girl to the bed and sat down beside her. He put his arms around her and drew Judy to himself, kissing her full on the lips and allowing his tongue to slide into her mouth. The cavity was sweet and delicious and she made no effort to reject him.
By that point Judy was as hot to get laid as Frank was to fuck her. She had seen her parents fucking once and had found it fascinating. Now it was going to happen to her. She would become a real woman, years before any of her friends. That was worth anything, even the pain Frank had decided to mention to her.
Frank kissed the girl at length and then let his hands wander down to her tits. Judy's knockers were surprisingly well developed for a girl her age, just this side of puberty. They were hard and firm and creamy, with pretty perky nipples that begged to be kissed.
Frank lowered his head and made contact with the sensitive flesh, causing the confused girl to shudder and shake. He sucked her nipples one at a time into his mouth and-noted with delight the way they turned hard and dark. It was going to be easy to get into the little angle as long as she kept reacting in that manner.
He worked on her tits for a while and then decided to get right down to business. Judy was a natural redhead all right, with a bush that was covered with long soft hairs the color of her carrot top. Soon her cunt would be washed in a different sort of red.
Judy lay back and let Frank do as he wished with her body. It was out of her hands now and she had a feeling that he wished her to be as passive as she could. There was no doubt in her mind that she could trust him and expect for him to show her a good time.
Frank was more than happy to do so. This time he had prepared everything carefully, knowing in advance just what was going to happen. Everything was all set up for her defloration. All he had to do was proceed according to plan and hope that nothing went wrong at the last minute.
He shoved a finger into her cunt up to the second knuckle, trying to see just how tight the little beauty was. Immediately he could tell that things were not going to go smoothly. Her cunt was so tight that he could hardly get his finger into it. He wondered what would happen when he tried to enter her with his huge prick.
Frank reached for a bottle of vaseline that he always kept handy by his bed. He took out a fingerful and transferred it into Judy's cunt, twirling his finger within her and turning her on at the same time that he greased her hole and made it more accessible.
His finger went in more easily this time and Frank decided that he might as well get down to work. Either it would go right or it wouldn't and delay would not gain him a thing. He would have to see for himself, being careful not to injure the frail looking little girl.
He lay Judy flat on her back and then shoved a pillow under her ass so that her cunt lay open before his eager inspection. It wouldn't be that hard to get into her, he decided. A gorgeous little piece of ass like Judy was well worth the trouble, in any case.
He smeared some more of the vaseline on the tip of his cock, which was already as hard as a rock. He looked down at Judy and told her that the painful part was due to begin. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for him to fuck her, not really nervous at all.
Judy's sexual ignorance was actually a blessing in disguise for both of them. She had no idea what to expect and so was able to stifle her fear. It was all new to her and she approached it with an open mind, not like an older girl who would have had all the time in the world to absorb a series of frightening old wives tales.
She lay back as Frank mounted her as gently as he could. Judy seemed incredibly tiny and her body almost disappeared under his bulk. He raised himself up on his palms so that she wouldn't have to support his weight, being as gentle as he could with the cooperative girl.
His prick went right to her cunt as if guided by radar. It slid in an inch or two and then stopped at her maidenhead. Frank rotated his prick around the narrow opening, becoming more and more stimulated as he hollowed her out. So far it hadn't hurt the little sexpot at all.
He leaned his weight against her and began to stretch her tissues out of shape. Judy stifled a cry of pain that rose unbidden to her lips. She was determined to take it like a woman. It would have been a disgrace for her to break down and cry like an infant.
Frank pushed harder and harder and then finally succeeded in forcing his way into the breach. His prick was soon at the end of her shallow canal, pushing against her womb and filling the virgin cunt beyond her capacity. He knew that he would have to be careful with her.
Frank was in as far as he could go and felt that he could have come on the spot. Judy had the tightest, sweetest cunt he had ever fucked, a real little honey pot that drove him wild with unslaked lust. It would have been nice to run off with her somewhere and kidnap the little girl, keeping her all to himself for years.
He kept his weight balanced on his palms and continued fucking the girl, rotating his prick within her so that she was pinned to the mattress. She opened her eyes and saw that his face was covered with sweat. It was not a reassuring sight for a girl her age.
Frank was having the time of his life with the little redhead. He realized in a flash that he was hooked on young girls. Older women didn't even appeal to him anymore. He would have to come to terms with his obsession after he finished fucking her.
His prick was throbbing dangerously but Frank had had plenty of practice at holding back his orgasm. It would have been futile to shoot his load early with Judy. He would have had to start all over again in that case, hollowing her out as if for the first time.
The veins on his prick were hard and swollen and Frank decided to fuck her in earnest. Her cunt had opened up a little and it was easy to withdraw his prick a few inches before plunging it in again. Also, it didn't seem to be hurting her in the slightest.
He lowered his body on top of the slender girl, feeling her tits being crushed against his hairy chest. Judy by this time had noticed the pleasureable aspects of sex. It hurt to have his prick inside her but at the same time it was making her feel good.
Frank ignored her reaction completely. He was past the point of caring about Judy. All he could think of was his own unsatisfied lust. He would have killed her if necessary, anything to achieve the passionate gratification he had sought for so many years.
Now he had it and didn't have to worry about a thing. He had done a good job of preparing Judy and now she was all ready for him, loving him and willing to submit to his will. A girl like that would never go running to her parents. He was perfectly safe with her.
He knew that he could not hold out much longer with a girl like Judy. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls explode. The come rocketed out of his prick and splashed into her overloaded cunt, only to pour out again, bathing his cock and balls and thighs with a film of the sticky running fluid.
Judy felt the sperm almost knock her unconscious. It was just too much for her and she reclined on the bed feeling the pillow holding her ass up. She had done it with a minimum of pain and now could be proud of herself. Frank had finally made her a woman.
"Did it hurt a lot?" Frank asked gently.
"A little bit, but I didn't mind," she answered. "I love you so much Frank. I want to marry you."
"Well we can't do that yet," Frank told her with mock seriousness. "We have to wait for a couple of years. We can have some more fun together though."
"Let me give you a blow-job," she asked. "The boys took me to the woods and showed me how to do it."
"All right angel," Frank replied, trying to hold back his excitement. "Let's see what you can do."
Frank was amazed by his good fortune. He had expected to fuck the girl and that had gone well, but now she was asking if she could give him a blow-job, just what he needed to relax after the ordeal of taking her cherry. It would be a pleasure to fill her mouth with come.
Frank stood up and Judy wasted no time in dropping to her knees before him. She took his flaccid prick in her hands and worked the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the head until his prick began to stiffen and grow thick.
Then she stuffed the big thing into her mouth, noticing once again that it was far larger than the others she had seen. It made her feel proud of her lover, for even in her innocence the young beauty respected a large prick. She sucked at his cock reverently, letting it slide all the way into her clinging mouth.
Frank watched with amazement as the talented little girl worked on his prick. He wasn't really horny but the feel of her lips was enough to get him going. It was surprising that she had learned how to give blow-jobs at that age. Girls were growing up faster than he remembered.
His prick slid all the way into her mouth and Judy made a valiant effort to swallow all ten inches of it. It was impossible for her to do, but she refused to admit defeat, straining with all her might until her face had turned red from the inability to breathe.
Frank had mercy on the little beauty and removed his prick from her mouth for a minute. When she was ready to suck him off he plunged it back into her, thrilling to the feel of her inexpert caresses. He was happier than he had been in years and years.
Judy was justly proud of her ability to turn on the handsome sophisticated older man. She got better and better with her mouth with every stroke, discovering just which things turned her lover on. Before long she had become a genuine expert at getting him hot.
Frank was not at all ready to come, relishing the whole scene as well as the pleasure she was giving him. He left his prick halfway into her dripping mouth and watched her lips struggle to take him. He knew that he could come anytime he wanted, that the luscious redhead would be glad to satisfy him again and again.
He felt a stirring in his loins but continued to retard his orgasm, reaching down with his large hands to caress her tits. There was no reason not to make it fun for her as well, no reason in the world. It could only work on his behalf in then future encounters.
Judy's jaw began to ache but she was determined to bring her lover to orgasm. She had liked the taste of come and knew that it would be even better this time. She drew his prick in again and used her hands to manipulate his balls, thrilling to the feel of the soft vulnerable globes bouncing in her tender hands.
When he felt her working on his balls Frank realized that he could hold out no longer. He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls emptying their long stored up load of come. Any second now he would fill that charming mouth with come.
His prick erupted in her mouth, spraying a load of scum that the young girl couldn't hope to swallow. The thick liquid flowed into her mouth and she gulped down as much of it as possible, letting the rest trickle out of her tired puffy lips.
The come ran out of her mouth and down her chin, to form a sticky puddle on the young girl's tits. She wiped it off with her hands and then stood up proudly, knowing that she had pleased her lover. It was obvious from the look on his handsome satisfied face.
"You better go home now," Frank told her. "Come on, get dressed and get out. I don't want you to get in trouble with your parents."
"Don't worry," Judy told him. "They don't give a shit about me. I could probably stay out all night if I wanted to. They'd never even notice."
The thought was rather inviting but Frank realized that it would be unwise to take the chance. He had a good thing going and would have been a fool to jeopardize it. He got dressed and escorted her to the door, kissing the girl goodnight and promising to see her again.
Things had gone just perfectly and that night he was able to get to sleep without the aid of sleeping pills or a nightcap. Frank felt more at ease than he had in months. Things were finally going his way Judy was a dream. And she was his.
CHAPTER FIVE
Things continued to go well for Frank, so well that he was getting reluctant about leaving Laneville. He had had several further meetings with Judy, who was getting to be a terrific lay. She took to his instructions perfectly and never seemed to get enough of him.
Business continued to go well also. Frank managed to set some money aside, laying his financial worries to rest once and for all. His whole manner changed slightly but definitely.
Even his business associates noticed how calm and genial he had become.
This, however, was the lull before the storm. Frank was happy with Judy, but eventually he would tire of her. He had made his sexual choice and was doomed to search for girls even younger than Judy. It would develop into a vicious cycle if something didn't happen to stop him in his tracks, to make him realize he had gone wrong.
Frank would often spend his evenings alone, finding during this period of fulfillment that he did not have to get laid every night to be happy. Judy was woman enough to tire him out for days after her visits. He was perfectly happy for the moment to stay with her indefinitely.
One day Frank was sitting alone with a cool drink in his hand, listening to music and daydreaming about Judy. There was a knock on the door and he got up quickly to answer it. No guests were expected but the way his luck was going it was bound to be someone good.
Frank stepped back in surprise as he opened the door to show his visitor in. It was Jennifer, whom he had not seen for months it seemed. Actually, it had only been a matter of a few weeks, but Judy had kept him so happy that he had forgotten all about the other girl.
"I just stopped by to ask you if you still intend to keep your end of the bargain," she announced. "I think I'm pregnant, by the way."
"Are you sure?" Frank asked nervously. "Did you go to see a doctor or do you just think you are?"
"The test won't come back for a few days, but I am pretty sure of it. I don't hold it against you though. If you take me to Los Angeles I can get an abortion."
"Come in," Frank told her, leading Jennifer to a chair. "We've got things to talk about."
Jennifer sat down and crossed her legs, causing her tight shorts to ride up over her smooth, shapely thighs. Frank got a good look at her and realized that he just had to fuck her. There was a lot of animosity between him and Jennifer but it didn't stop the attraction he felt.
The two of them talked for a few minutes, just making idle conversation. Jennifer asked about their plans in a perfunctory manner, seemingly not that interested or hopeful anymore. Frank was ashamed of his deception but knew that he would gladly do it again. She was good enough to he for, a gorgeous piece of ass like that.
Frank mixed another drink for Jennifer and invited her to sit with him on the couch. She accepted readily and found the alcohol going to her head quickly. Frank continued to stare at her, thinking that she got more beautiful by the day.
She looked a little bit older now but still as fresh and charming and vulnerable as when he had first met her. It was a shame that she was such an aggressive bitch beneath that innocent exterior. She could have taken lessons in humility from her rival, Judy.
Still, Frank had to admit to himself that he found her twice as attractive as Judy. There was just no competition for her from the younger girl. Jennifer had a certain class, a certain sexuality that set her apart from any woman or girl he had ever met.
For her part, Jennifer had come back for one reason. She had figured out what was going on between Frank and Judy and wanted more than anything to reclaim her lover. She had experimented with some of the boys her own age and indeed it might have been one of them who had got her pregnant. None of them could compare to Frank.
Frank put his arm around her shoulder and Jennifer smiled up at him. She was perfectly content to be with him again. He was a real bastard, a man who thought only of himself, but she loved him anyway. Loved him and yearned for the feel of his passionate caresses.
"What have you been doing with yourself?" Frank asked. "Any news besides your possible pregnancy?"
"No," Jennifer answered. "What could possibly happen in this pisswater town? I'm just hanging in and waiting for you to get me out of here."
"Don't worry," he responded. "You can trust me. I'll be leaving in about another month.
"You better come through," she countered. "I don't want to be left here pregnant. I can get you in trouble if you try to double cross me.
Frank decided to change the subject. There was no point starting an argument over such nonsense. She would find out sooner or later what was going to happen. For the moment he wanted only to get her back into bed, fuck the pants off the horny little slut.
He smiled at Jennifer and leaned over to plant a kiss on her firm but pliant lips. She closed her eyes and accepted the offering as her due. Then he got up abruptly and walked toward the bedroom. There was no point being subtle with a bitch like Jennifer. She was the type of girl who had no respect for tact.
Jennifer followed him to the bedroom, glad that they were going to fuck instead of argue. It had been a long period of separation for a girl that young to weather. She couldn't help but desire the handsome stranger, as much as she found him personally distasteful.
Frank stood next to the girl and decided to undress her himself. It made her seem younger and more vulnerable. He unbuttoned her blouse slowly and then pulled it off her arms, going directly for the clasp that held the mini-skirt onto her bulging hips.
His deft hands had soon completed the job. Jennifer was mother-naked and he wasted no time in peeling off his own clothing. It would be a pleasure to fuck her again, especially since he had something new in mind, something that he would spring on her later in the evening.
He led her to the bed and Jennifer reclined submissively. One look at her pussy told Frank what to do. He parted her legs with his strong hands and lowered his head so that he could eat out that delicious fragrant orifice, something he had never done to her before.
Jennifer was rather shocked by the gesture at first. Her sexual experimentation had not gone that far and in truth she had never even suspected that a man could do that to a woman. For her, oral sex had been a one-way street, something that only a man could enjoy.
After his tongue had located her clitoris she managed to overcome her prejudices. It was the most stimulating thing anyone had ever done to her. Her body felt as if it were on fire, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling in the tiny pink organ itself. Once again Frank had managed to catch her unawares.
Frank thrilled to the taste of her fragrant snatch. It was so warm and sweet, completely different from the vagina of an older woman. He located her clitoris and sank his teeth into the tiny flap of flesh, knowing that it would drive her wild with unslaked lust.
He twirled his tongue all around her cutty until his face was covered with pussy juice. It was getting him hot as he did it but he decided to postpone his gratification for once in his life. He wanted to have her completely in his power when he sprang the surprise.
He let go of the pink clitoris which had swelled to twice its normal size. It was time to attack the tight clinging walls of Jennifer's pussy. She deserved the real thing and he was determined to give it to her, sure that she would come quite easily.
His tongue snaked out of his mouth and entered her vulva, parting the labia as it moved inexorably forward. Once again he was amazed by the taste and fragrance of her pussy. It was truly delightful and he was glad that she had come back to see him that night.
He worked carefully at her cunt, using his hands to explore her body and to caress her magnificent breasts. Jennifer closed her eyes and abandoned herself completely. It was the best thing she had ever felt and she too knew that her orgasm was imminent. All she had to do was he there and let him stimulate her.
Frank continued to explore her pussy, licking out every available inch of its walls. He reached under the slender girl and cupped her buttocks in his hands, lifting her up and holding her close to his body. It felt as if his face was going to disappear into her cunt.
His finger wandered to her asshole, once again disconcerting the inexperienced girl. After a few minutes she found it rather pleasant to have both orifices filled like that. It was the first hint she had of what he intended to do to her that night.
Frank could tell that Jennifer was on the verge of orgasm. Her face had turned red and her whole body was covered with sweat. All he had to do was keep his tongue in her pussy and she would come all over him. He could almost taste it already.
Jennifer did not let her lover down. She bucked her pelvis forward and suddenly felt her body go out of control. Then the sensation was centralized in her pussy and she felt it explode as the long pent-up juices sprayed out of her and into Frank's mouth.
Frank left his tongue buried in her cunt until Jennifer stopped moving. She seemed to have one spasm after another, producing so much cunt honey that he thought he would choke. Finally she subsided and just lay there with her eyes closed, too drained even to thank him. Frank decided to fuck her once before getting down to serious business.
"How did you like that?" he asked politely.
"It was really beautiful. I never thought that sex could be like that. Please do it again."
"Hey, don't be greedy," Frank answered. "We've got the whole evening together I assume. I'll do it later but you have to make me happy first."
"I don't have to be home for a couple of hours. Do you want me to blow you now or something?"
"No, honey," Frank answered. "Let's fuck first. Later on I have something special in mind."
Frank looked down at his prick and saw that it was hard again just from thinking about getting into Jennifer's asshole. It would be a pleasure to cornhole the little bitch and it would give her a lesson in humility. She was bound to give in, especially if he was strong about it.
Jennifer was a little worried by his tone of voice but decided that she had nothing to worry about. Everything he had ever done to her had been pleasant, even when he had taken her cherry so brutally. It figured that his surprise would be something along the same lines, something that would turn her on in another novel way.
Frank rolled over immediately and prepared to get into her. There was no point delaying with a girl like Jennifer. There was a tacit understanding between them and he might as well make use of her availability. The girl could turn him on and he didn't want to waste her.
Frank got on top of the luscious girl and then guided his prick home with his hands. It glided into her cunt easily and he found her much better than Judy in that respect. It was like having a young girl and a mature woman at the same time, a real bargain for his money.
He worked his way into her until his cock was buried to the hilt. The big organ filled Jennifer to capacity and she spread her legs wide to try to ease the pressure. It was impossible for her to move with him on top of her like that but she made no complaint.
Frank withdrew his prick slightly and then lowered his head to work on Jennifer's heaving tits. She was so sensitive there that it was a pleasure to turn her on. Once her nipples were hard and red and contracted she was little more than a sexual slave.
He raised himself up on his palms and watched the girl closely in a cold, calculating manner. Jennifer met his glance boldly at first but was soon forced to turn her eyes away. It just wasn't fair for him to have so much power over her. There was not a thing in the world she could do to get back at him or even to protect herself.
Frank watched her blushing and then looked down at his prick as it entered and withdrew from her cunt. It was a hyponitizing sight, a phenomenon that never failed to turn him on no matter how tired he was. It never seemed possible to get into that narrow slit.
Still, he had done a good job of hollowing out the young beauty and it was quite easy to get into her. Jennifer discovered the same thing and knew that she could do certain things to achieve her own pleasure. She was growing wiser and more independent by the day.
She wrapped her legs around Frank's ass and drew his body toward her own so that his prick was buried to the hilt in her clinging pussy. Then she began to move of her own volition, swaying her hips from side to side and grinding her ass into the soft mattress. Frank moved from side to side with her so that his prick made contact with her cunt, covering every available inch of the sensitive walls. It was so easy to turn her on, he thought. All he had to do was think of his own pleasure and she was sure to react positively.
Jennifer had come a long way since losing her virginity. Now she had no real fear of Frank. He was invading her but on the other hand it was he who did the work, serviced her body in the process of getting himself off. He was as much her servant as she was his, even though she would never dare to suggest such a thing to him.
Frank thrilled to her new independence. He liked his women young and inexperienced but there was nothing wrong with their being active and aggressive as well. A girl like Jennifer was perfect for him, as cold and calculating in her own way as he was in his.
Frank began to step up the pace at that point knowing that both he and Jennifer were close to orgasm. She matched him stroke for stroke, swaying her athletic young body from side to side on the bed. Soon their bodies were welded together with a film of perspiration.
"Fuck me harder," she pleaded. "I'm so close. Oh, you fuck me so nice. Keep doing it to me."
"Hang on baby," Frank told her. "This time we're really going to fly. Just hang tight."
Jennifer was more than happy to take him at his word. She stopped moving and let Frank take over, knowing that everything he did for himself would also turn her on. It was so different now than it had been the first time. She was feeling quite content and self-confident.
Frank knew that he could not go on for much longer. He was tired and sore and his prick was throbbing dangerously. He shoved his prick in one last time, pinning Jennifer to the bed. Then he heard her moaning and knew that the passionate little girl would be the first to come.
Jennifer closed her eyes and made sounds like a sick cow. It was an ugly thing to hear, but Frank hardly noticed. He was about to come himself and the feel of her juices pouring out of that sweet pussy were all he needed to finally get his rocks off.
He shoved it in once again and felt his prick explode as her cunt clutched and squeezed the heavy tool. The semen shot out of his prick as if propelled by a cannon and after two spasms he was finally able to relax and think about the little surprise he had planned.
"That was really nice," Jennifer drawled. "You turn me on every time. Why don't you let me blow you now. That would make me feel better about things."
"Actually," Frank interjected. "I had something else in mind. I'm going to fuck you up the ass."
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked suspiciously. "You can't fuck like that. How would you do it?
"You'll see," Frank answered. "Just get down on all fours here and I'll explain everything."
"But it's impossible," she protested. "I mean that big prick of yours would never fit up there."
"Let me worry about that, baby," Frank responded. "Just do what you're told if you want to go to Hollywood."
Jennifer still had her doubts. It seemed like an awfully sick thing to do. Also, she knew that it would hurt terribly to have anything that huge shoved into her tiny pink asshole. Still, there really wasn't much she could do to protect herself. Frank still had all the aces.
The helpless girl got down onto all fours on the soft carpet. Frank crouched behind her immediately and shoved his tongue into her asshole. It surprised her and practically made Jennifer get up and run away. Then after a few seconds she found it rather pleasant.
Frank continued to eat out her asshole, noticing that it was really tight and small. That was her problem, he figured. He just wanted to have a good time and if the little bitch had to suffer for it, it was just her bad luck. He was not about to stop at that point of the game.
He took his tongue out of the slimy hole and then used his fingers to transfer some of her ample pussy juice to the smaller orifice. Then she was all ready. There wasn't a thing in the world for him to do but slip behind her and stuff his big prick into her asshole.
Frank got onto his knees and parted Jennifer's creamy buttocks with his strong hands. Shit, he thought, what a fucking ass this girl has. It wouldn't be at all surprising if she did get into the movies. In stag movies, at least, she had a hell of a career ahead of her.
It had been a long time since Frank had cornholed a girl. Most women didn't like it, especially the first time when they'd bleed and be torn practically to pieces by his furious thrusts. He had no intention of showing Jennifer the slightest amount of mercy.
He admired her ass for a few seconds and then decided to get down to serious business. It would have been fun to stand behind her like that for hours, watching the poor girl quake with fear. But his prick had needs of its own that could not be denied. If he didn't get into her soon he was going to shoot all over the rug.
Frank shoved his prick against her tiny pink asshole and watched with satisfaction as the head sank into the welcoming cavity. That part was always easy, however. The real test would be when his prick was buried to the hilt. Then he would see what kind of woman she was.
He leaned his weight against Jennifer and watched his cock slide further and further into her. She screamed with pain suddenly and tried to crawl away from him, only to be rooted to the spot by the strong hands that were carefully wrapped around her fleshy hips.
"Cut it out," she pleaded. "It hurts too much, I can't take it anymore. You're tearing me to pieces."
"Tough shit, baby," Frank answered. "I told you that I was going to have some fun. Just shut up and take it like a woman before I get really rough with you."
"Please cut it out," she continued. "I'll do anything for you. I'll suck you off again, as often as you want. I'll kiss your feet. Anything at all."
"You're breaking my heart," Frank taunted her. "But it's too bad for you. I'm not going to stop until I've filled that fat ass of yours with scum"
It was a pleasure to have her helpless like that, something that made him feel like a real man. Frank was tempted to make her talk some more, to hear her degrade herself to him. He shoved his prick in with real violence and then heard her break into tears.
"Please stop it," she continued to beg. "I never hurt you or anything. Why are you torturing me like this?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Frank told her. "I'd do it to any dumb bitch who let me. Nobody forced you to come here. Now stop pretending that you don't like it."
Frank punctuated each word with another thrust of his rigid organ, causing her to moan repeatedly. Jennifer shut up thereafter, trying to gather her thoughts and to plan some form of revenge. She hated Frank now and meant to see him suffer.
This was even worse than losing her virginity, she reflected. He could have been more gentle about it and perhaps even made it pleasant for her. Instead he was treating her like an animal, making fun of her and cursing her out as she tried desperately to escape.
Frank looked down and saw that his prick was beginning to emerge covered with blood. It was just what he needed to increase his pleasure. It was just too bad for the stupid little whore. She had got on his nerves once too often and now she had to pay the price.
Frank knew that it would take him a long time to come, which was all for the better as far as he was concerned. He felt himself growing absolutely sadistic, fantasizing about whipping the helpless girl as he buggered her. It was so good to have her helpless like that, just sitting back and watching and hearing her agony.
It was always that way when you fucked a girl up the ass, he reflected. The cavity was so tight and dry that it even hurt your prick a little and made it hard for you to shoot your load. But it was all worth it for more than one reason. How else could you hurt and dominate a girl while serving your own pleasure?
He drew back slightly so that only the head of his prick stayed buried in the bleeding asshole. Then he raised his hand high over his head and brought it crashing down onto Jennifer's buttocks. The fucking whore needed a good spanking just to keep her in line.
Jennifer hardly noticed the blows at first but then could not help but feel his hands abusing her ass. She made no complaint, knowing that it would only lead to an even more sadistic response. Such was her bad luck that her silence achieved the same result.
Frank saw that his prick was about to fall out of her tiny pink bunghole. He shot it forward suddenly, practically knocking Jennifer off her feet. His wiry pubic hair ground into her red buttocks, increasing the pain she still felt from his recent slaps.
Thereafter, Frank fucked her at a normal pace, thinking more about his own pleasure than about her punishment. Jennifer found that her asshole had been stretched out and that she could take his thrusts with a minimum of pain. After a while it began to be pleasant, to turn her on despite the blood and the pain.
Jennifer began to enjoy herself immediately, which disturbed Frank slightly. He made no move to help her although it would have been easy for him to caress her tits or shove two fingers into her pussy. Her enjoyment would have taken all the fun out of cornholing her.
Jennifer manifested her defiance by waving her ass back and forth and squeezing his prick with her tight bleeding rectum. It was her way of showing Frank that he could no longer hurt or humiliate her. It almost made up for all the harm he had done her.
Frank began to fuck her faster, realizing that he was losing his advantage. He was on the verge of orgasm and simply plowed his way in again and again until he could hold out no longer. It was time for him to silence the bitch with a shot of come.
The sperm came spraying out of his cock and hurt Jennifer at first. Then she found it rather soothing as it coated her wounded tissues. Frank wrenched his prick out of her asshole immediately and walked around in front of the exhausted girl to shove it into her face.
Jennifer looked at his prick and saw that it was covered with blood and shit and come. She opened her mouth and took it in submissively however, too tired to resist. Frank made her lick every trace of filth off the heavy organ and then wiped it one last time in her hair. It was the final humiliation for the young girl.
Frank smiled to himself as Jennifer got up at last. It had been a lot of fun and he had taught her a lesson at the same time. It would not be easy for her to shoot .her mouth off at him in the future, not when he could always throw her to the floor and cornhole her.
"I suppose you're really proud of yourself," she snapped. "It really is something to be able to hurt a girl, isn't it? Why don't you go fight with a man?"
"Oh, listen to the poor little angel," Frank taunted her. "Look, you came here to fuck me. You were horny and wanted to get laid. It was time for me to have a little fun. If you don't shut up I'm going to do it again."
"What makes you think you're so special?" Jennifer asked. "Any man could keep me happy."
"I suppose that's why you keep coming back here for more," Frank answered, laughing in her face. "I could make you come right now if I wanted to."
"Don't think I can't get back at you," Jennifer insisted, holding back her tears. "I'm going to tell everyone what you did to me, my parents, the police, everyone."
"They'd never believe you," Frank countered. "Even if they did you'd be in just as much trouble as me."
"Well, I'm going to tell them anyway," she concluded. "I don't give a shit what happens to me anymore. As long as I can get you in trouble, you prick."
So saying, the gorgeous young girl strode out of the room carrying her clothing into the living room. Frank watched her dress in silence, genuinely worried that she might carry out her threat. She was just spiteful enough to do something that foolish.
He debated whether or not to make up with her on the spot. It would be pretty easy with a girl that young. All he'd have to do was kiss her a few times, tell her how much he liked her and then fuck her again. It was bound to work just as it did with an older woman.
On the other hand, a bitch like Jennifer might take it the wrong way. Behind that baby face was a heart of stone. She would sense his fear and use it against him, never letting him off the hook. He would have to take his chances on her temper calming down.
"Well, I'm going now," she announced. "You're going to be sorry that you treated me this way."
"Don't let it get to you," Frank answered in a conciliatory tone of voice. "It happens to every woman sooner or later. You know it wasn't that bad."
Jennifer sneered at him and walked slowly and with dignity out the door of his house. He had been brutal to her and the intelligent girl was anxious to exact her revenge. She would get even with him sooner or later. She wasn't completely helpless. He still wanted to fuck her and someday she would use it against him.
Frank watched her leave and then sat down to think things over. His life was getting out of control at this point. It had been stupid to treat her like that. If the little slut actually talked they would cut his balls off in that small puritanical town.
Still, she wouldn't destroy herself along with him. That was too spiteful, even for Jennifer. Probably she would try something else, some other way to hurt him. It shouldn't be too hard to outsmart a girl half his age, even a real sharpy like Jennifer.
He climbed into bed with a drink and a magazine and was asleep in no time at all. Who knew what adventures the next day would bring. The way things were going nothing on earth would be much of a surprise.
CHAPTER SIX
Jennifer ran home that night with her mind full of black thoughts. In her imagination she wasted her adversary in so many ways that even a cat could not have survived it. She was determined to get revenge but could not figure out a practical way to do so. A girl her age and in her position had few resources.
Once she got home she downed a glass of scotch and found that her asshole was really killing her. Once again it struck her how easy it would have been for Frank to have been gentle with her. There was no reason for him to treat her so brutally.
The whole story of the pregnancy had been fabricated on the spot, of course. The young girl's feelings had been hurt and she wanted some way to make her lover worried and concerned about her. It had been a signal failure and now she was determined to use stronger medicine.
She stayed up late thinking of a means of revenge but was able only to find two possibilities. She could hurt his feelings and make him jealous by fucking other guys. The other way was to get him in trouble for fucking young girls, which was a lot more complicated.
The first plan, however, was charmingly simple. She could fuck boys her own age, but it would be far better to do it to a full-grown man and somehow have Frank find out. Then she could go into the second phase, finding some girl for him, someone he couldn't resist.
The next morning she got up to go to school with her plans all settled. It was an obvious solution and she was sure that it would work. She would not even have to go outside the bounds of the school to do it. Mr. Smith, the geography teacher, had been after her ass for months. He would be quite an easy mark for her.
Jennifer went through her classes that day, glad that she had put on her best dress. She knew that she was looking good, and that it would be easy to find some time alone with the horny teacher. Mr. Smith was a bachelor and she knew that he really liked her.
After school she headed straight for his office. He was in, and seemed delighted to see the young girl. In a few minutes Jennifer could tell that her plan would work like a charm. All she had to do was sit there and wait for the handsome teacher to make his move.
"So, what brings you here today, Jennifer?" he asked. "Just a social visit or do you have something to discuss?"
"I was thinking of dropping out of school," she lied. "I just can't stand it any more. I feel out of place here. It's so boring I can hardly stay awake in class."
Mr. Smith had been teaching in Laneville for over a year and could not have agreed with her more. The place was poison to a man like him, educated and used to better things. Still, jobs were hard to find and he had been unable to pass up the offer. The pay was good even if the working conditions left a lot to be desired.
"You shouldn't do that, Jennifer," he replied. "You need to finish high school if you want to get anywhere. You only have another year and a half to go."
"I know," she answered wearily. "But I must quit soon. I don't think I can take much more of this shit."
"You know, Jennifer," he went on, "I don't like it here myself. That's something you must keep to yourself. It's a shame we can't help each other out."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"Well, we both have the same problem, essentially boredom. This is not an exciting town and I can understand why a pretty girl like yourself would want something better. Maybe we could make it more interesting for each other."
"I still don't know what you mean, Mr. Smith," she replied. "You sound like you want to run away with me."
Mr. Smith did not know how to answer Jennifer. He had been longing to fuck her for months now. His dreams were haunted with visions of her magnificent body panting and moving beneath his own. Now she seemed to be offering herself to him and he didn't know what to do.
"Well," he answered. "You're close. We don't have to run away, though. We could have a good time right here."
"I don't know," Jennifer answered. "You make me scared. I think I want to go home now."
"Don't do that," he answered. "Please stay for a few minutes. I've wanted to talk to you for so long."
"All right," she conceded. "I'll stay, but I think we're going to get into a lot of trouble."
"Let me handle that, Jennifer," he answered. "If you just follow my instructions and know how to keep a secret, there'll be nothing at all to worry about."
So saying, he got up out of his chair and addressed her in a far more direct and compelling manner. He took the scantily-clad beauty in his arms and pressed a kiss on her lips. He was surprised at how calmly she reacted-Jennifer was more experienced than he had expected.
He let go of the girl temporarily and went to lock the door. The whole thing was crazy, he told himself. Someone could knock on his door and demand entry. They would never be able to get dressed quickly enough. It would mean his job and a lot of other trouble.
Jennifer stood her ground as he fumbled with the door. Mr. Smith was not really her type and she knew that he would not be able to turn her on as well as Frank could. Still, he was a good-looking older man, far preferable to anything else Laneville had to offer.
He came back to her and once again kissed the luscious beauty. This time he let his hands wander down to her tits, which swelled irresistibly out of her low-cut blouse. A girl with a body like Jennifer's who dressed like that was just begging to be seduced.
He decided that he might as well fuck her on his office couch. These country girls hadn't the slightest idea of the civilized amenities, and that was certainly preferable to fucking in a barn. He let his hands continue to explore her tits and then led her to the far side of the room, heading implacably toward that waiting couch.
Jennifer followed him without fear or nervousness. Now that she was no longer a virgin she knew that no man could harm her. This was her party. She would make the man as happy as necessary, but only so that he would serve her purpose better and more willingly.
She sat down on the couch but Mr. Smith soon helped her to her feet, determined to undress the gorgeous girl without further delay. He would have to do the whole thing quickly and get her out within an hour. Still, he could do a lot in that period of time.
Jennifer surprised her seducer by stripping herself without his aid. She didn't look frightened or even particularly interested. Her clothing came off in record time and she just stood there looking at Mr. Smith, as if challenging him to take her.
Mr. Smith was more than happy to oblige once he got a good look at her figure. Jennifer was really something and all his doubts evaporated as he peeled off his own clothing. It was worth any amount of danger to get into a piece of ass like Jennifer.
Jennifer lay down on the couch and parted her legs invitingly. Life was getting more and more interesting for her and she was curious to see how great the difference between her lovers would be. So far Mr. Smith was treating her with a great deal more respect.
He dropped to his knees before her and wasted no time in parting her legs further with his white hands. She did not like his touch, particularly as his hands were cold and damp. Still, it was obvious that he was going to eat out her cunt, just as Frank had done.
Mr. Smith did precisely that. He located her clitoris and manipulated it briefly before hitting the easy target with his outstretched tongue. Jennifer moaned with lust as he did so, wondering if he would do it to her until she came, or only for a few minutes before fucking her.
Mr. Smith twirled his tongue around her pink clitoris, sucking it gently into his mouth until it began to swell and turn red with blood. Jennifer had the sweetest cunt he had ever tasted, although it had been so long since the last one that he couldn't really be certain.
In any case, he was no longer prey to any doubts, regrets or apprehensions. This was something he should have done months previously. It might cost him his job but that might turn out for the best also. No risk was too great when his pleasure and manhood were in the balance. He would go through with it and take his chances later.
Jennifer thrilled to the feel of his tongue as it passed repeatedly over her clitoris. This was more like it, a man she could manage-one who was more afraid of her than she was of him. It was her first taste of power, something she would soon learn to use.
Mr. Smith soon tired of her clitoris and went on to bigger and deeper things. He shoved his tongue all the way into her snatch, stretching it to its limit. Once again he was surprised by the sweetness and fragrance of that narrow tight cavity.
He reached up with his hands and blindly groped for her tits. Jennifer took pity on the frantic man and guided his hands to her soft globes. He squeezed them rather roughly and clumsily as he ate her out, but it turned her on anyway. She was quite glad that she had chosen him.
Anyone would have done as well, but Mr. Smith was turning out to be a pretty good lover. He wasn't as strong and domineering as Frank but he had a lot more patience and a lot more concern for her pleasure. She was sure that she would come in a matter of minutes.
Mr. Smith decided to get down to business. His cock was throbbing wildly and he had to fuck her before he shot his load all over his own thighs. He got to his feet and stood facing her, staring wildly with his prick standing straight out in front of him. He would fuck her then and there, without any further delay.
Jennifer reclined on the couch and parted her legs again, feeling his saliva pouring out of her cunt and bathing her shapely thighs. Mr. Smith mounted her immediately, pushing forward with his prick which glided into her dripping cunt as if guided by radar.
There was no point in being gentle with a girl like Jennifer, he told himself. She was obviously no virgin and he had been a fool to wait even that long. He would fuck the pants off the bitch and men hope for the best. Maybe they could get something going on a permanent basis, although that was a lot to hope for.
For the moment he was concerned only with getting his rocks off. He was due to come in a matter of minutes, just like a boy of Jennifer's age. Well, her standards probably weren't very high and she had probably had nothing better before. Only time would tell.
He shoved his prick in to the hilt and Jennifer immediately discovered that her second lover was not as well hung as her first. He was all right, but there was really no comparison. Still, it felt nice to have his prick inside her after he had eaten her out so well.
Mr. Smith looked down at her and decided that he would have to lick and kiss her heaving tits. It was easy to stop pumping for a few minutes and incline his head down to the twin prizes. In a second they were covered with a film of his hot sticky saliva.
Jennifer could not help but notice how orally inclined Mr. Smith was. Frank ate her out as a matter of course but Mr. Smith obviously took special delight in doing it. That was fine with her as she loved to feel his tongue all over her body. Maybe he would even eat her asshole.
Mr. Smith would have been delighted to do so but not at that very moment. He sucked one of her nipples all the way into his mouth, distorting her breast until the globe had stretched into an ellipse. She squirmed in his arms as he continued to work on her tits.
Her soft smooth pink nipples soon turned hard and puckered under his insistent manipulations. He dropped the luscious globes and kissed her on the lips again, doing anything to take his mind off his throbbing prick. He just didn't want to come that quickly.
Jennifer made it hard to resist, though. She moved well for a girl her age, grinding her ass into the loose pillows beneath her and swaying her hips from side to side. He knew that he would not be able to hold out much longer, but it was obvious that she would stay around for more.
Jennifer was quite pleased with her new lover. It was the first time she had become aware of the difference between men. It was a revelation that was to change her life for it was easy for her to extrapolate the experience. There was no reason on earth, she concluded, why she should not have the pleasure of several men at a time.
Mr. Smith could hold out no longer. It would have been nice to have the girl come first, but he had no idea if she was even capable of that sort of thing. He would have to find out later, for at the moment his cock was on the verge of explosion. There was no longer a thing he could do to retard his imminent orgasm.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt the sperm traveling slowly up from his balls. It seemed to take forever. But finally it gathered in the spongy tip of his prick and he felt his limbs stiffen in preparation for his long-awaited climax.
Jennifer spread her legs even wider and then he filled her cunt with come. It shot into her hard and fast and she could feel it spraying around her womb and cervix. She took it in gladly and was surprised at her own reaction. It was all fun but she was nowhere near coming.
Jennifer decided to show her lover a really good time. She got up from under him and told him to sit on the couch. He obeyed her without question and she went right down on her knees, taking his slimy prick in hand. It was still semi-erect and she knew that it would not take a hell of a lot to have him hard and ready again.
Mr. Smith watched in amazement as she worked on his penis. It swelled up in her hands as she ran her fingers slowly along the shaft. Then she squeezed the head in her hot little fist and he knew he was ready. It was hard to believe that she was actually going to blow him.
Jennifer wasted no time in stuffing his big prick into her mouth. His cock was as thick as Frank's but several inches shorter. Immediately she had the notion that she could swallow it to the hilt. It was certainly worth a try which she did with alacrity.
Mr. Smith watched closely as Jennifer stuffed his prick further into her mouth. Inch by inch it disappeared as her face turned red and sweaty from the effort. Finally she succeeded in getting it all down. Opening her throat wide, she swallowed it to the bitter end.
Jennifer knelt there with her tits bouncing against his thighs. Her teeth rested gently on the base of his cock and her lips pressed against the black pubic hair. She held the position for several seconds and then pulled her head back, afraid that she would get sick.
Once his prick was halfway out of her mouth Jennifer was able to breathe again. She felt a tremendous sense of achievement in doing that to him. It was the start of her dominance over Mr. Smith. If she could keep him happy like that, the man would be putty in her hands.
Once she had caught her breath, Jennifer began sucking his cock in earnest. She no longer felt that sex was dirty and oppressive. It was something that turned him on and if other people didn't approve that was their tough luck. She was going to get laid a lot in the future.
She ran her tongue lightly over the tip of his prick, just making circling motions as his prick got harder and thicker. It was a bright red in color, as if the blood within was going to explode. Still, she knew that it would be a different fluid that would soon fill her mouth.
This time it was obvious that he would not come all that quickly. Jennifer was able to experiment a little, trying out some new strokes. She released his prick temporarily and began to shoot her tongue out at it, just like a hummingbird gathering nectar.
The well-coordinated girl hit the target every time. Her tongue would shoot out of her mouth and land directly on the wide-open tip of his prick. It was a lot of fun but didn't seem to turn him on particularly. She gave it up quickly and went on to other variations.
Jennifer looked at her lover's hairy balls and decided to play with them a little. Mature and experienced as she was, there was still something of the child in her nature. It was so much fun to have all these new playthings. Every time she would discover something new about them.
She licked his balls carefully and well, using her long pink tongue to its best advantage. His balls were warm and soft and salty and she found the taste rather agreeable. She worked her tongue around for a few minutes more and then decided to take them into her mouth, as that was bound to stimulate her lover.
Jennifer was careful not to bite his nuts as she stuffed them one at a time into her dripping mouth. She knew that they were the most sensitive and vulnerable part of a man's anatomy, though it was tempting to bite them off once they were in her mouth. Still, that would be cutting her pleasure off at the very source.
She licked and sucked and dandled Mr. Smith's balls, feeling his cock bouncing up against her face, smearing her cheeks with her own saliva. He was obviously horny and it wasn't fair for her to play with him like that. She let go of his balls and went right back to his prick.
The heavy organ slid right into her hungry mouth again and Jennifer began to suck it in earnest. Her jaw was tired as shit but that never stopped her for a minute. She was having the time of her life with Mr. Smith and would have been glad to suck him off for hours.
Not that that was necessary. Mr. Smith had been watching her every move, thrilling to the sight of her distorted lips and intent facial expression. The girl really wanted him to come in her mouth and he was determined to satisfy her as quickly as he could.
He began to move his prick faster at that point, plunging it in and out of her clinging mouth. Jennifer took him on without difficulty as he stepped up the pace, hoping that he would come quickly and then fuck her again. She knew that she would come as soon as he got into her.
Mr. Smith's prick was moving so fast that it looked like a blur as it entered and left her mouth. He would pull it out almost all the way and then shove it in violently so that she could hardly breathe. She knew that he would shoot his load within another fifteen seconds.
It didn't take the horny schoolteacher even that long. One more stroke and he felt his balls explode, suddenly and almost without warning. The come shot out of him with great force and traveled all the way down her throat. This time she didn't even have to try to swallow it.
Jennifer held onto his prick until it had subsided completely. It was still hard, as she noted with delight. Now he would fuck her again and she would be able to get her rocks off. She spit out his prick and stood before him in a way no man could misinterpret.
"I think you'd better go home now, Jennifer," he told her. "I don't want you to get into trouble."
"Not now," she pleaded. "I'm so goddamn horny. You can't send me home until I come."
"Look, Jennifer," he continued. "I'm worried about this. You shouldn't really be here at all."
"I don't care," she responded. "You better fuck me or I'm going straight to the principal. He's not going to like it if I tell him what happened."
"All right," Mr. Smith conceded. "I'll do it once more and then you've got to go home."
Jennifer had to smile at her easy victory. This was too good to be true. Mr. Smith was a real coward, a man who was putty in her hands. She would make him do everything to her, every day after school. The future was looking better and better for the intelligent girl.
She got down on her hands and knees on the floor and waved her ass in the air, daring him to take her from behind. Mr. Smith got a good look at her ass and knew that he could not resist her. She was a girl who existed to be fucked and he had to service her.
He fell down onto his knees and wasted no time in taking his cock in hand. It was not completely hard yet, but good enough to begin with. He parted her buttocks and bared her pink dripping labia. Then he guided his prick home with his hands, right into her hungry snatch.
Jennifer sighed with approval as the big cock slid further and further into her greedy twat. This was more like it, a position she loved and a man who was still horny for her magnificent body. If he kept fucking her like that she would come almost immediately.
She moved her ass in time to his passionate strokes, waving it from side to side and driving her lover mad with desire. He fucked her hard, angry at having been coerced into fucking her again. She was impossible to resist, the little slut, and he wondered what else she would demand of him. He was certainly in hot water.
Jennifer was just about ready to come but decided to hold it back for a few minutes more. If men could do it then it must be fun, although so far she found it frustrating. Like most children, Jennifer had a need for instant gratification and hated to wait.
Mr. Smith could tell that he had her on the verge of shooting her load. He reared back slightly and then plunged forward with real violence, practically knocking her over. Jennifer moaned with pleasure and encouraged him to continue, using words that were quite unambiguous.
"That's it," she moaned. "Fuck me harder. Keep giving it to me like that and I'll cream all over you. It feels so good when you do it rough. I love to fuck you, Mr. Smith. You can have me any time you want."
"Be quiet, Jennifer," he cautioned. "These walls are thin. Anyone can hear you if you yell."
Jennifer had to laugh at his concern. Here she was sweating and moaning, just about ready to come. He was trying to slow her down, to convince her to take it easy. It was not going to be easy to comply with his request but she did it as well as she could.
Mr. Smith reached around with his long muscular arms and began to caress her tits. It wasn't possible for him to keep himself from doing it, her tits were just too inviting not to abuse. He squeezed them hard, continuing to fuck her all the while.
"Harder," she moaned, more quietly this time. "Squeeze my tits harder. I love it when you do that."
Mr. Smith was helpless to do anything but satisfy her. His worries vanished as he fucked her, getting hotter and more desirous by the instant. Her words turned him on as much as her body did and he no longer cared if anyone walked in on them as they were making it.
"Oh, do it to my clitoris," she told him. "Make me come. Grab my clitty and I'll cream, I swear I will. Come on, you're killing me.
Once again Mr. Smith had to do it. He let go of her tits reluctantly and went right for the tiny pink flap of flesh. It was covered with cunt honey but he held it tight between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and stroking it for all he was worth.
Jennifer was just about ready to fire her wad. She moved her ass backward, dislodging his fingers. Then she moaned again, loudly this time, and felt her body dissolving with lust. Any minute now it was going to happen. She was sure to get her release.
Mr. Smith shoved his prick all the way into her, knowing that she was ready. Jennifer let go at that point, spraying her come all over her own thighs. It ran down her legs and she finally stopped moving. She was tired and sore but still wanted him to come, wanted her passionate lover to fill her cunt with semen.
She reached behind her body and grabbed onto his balls, milking them for their juices. She hurt him at first but soon he was beyond the point of caring. As long as he could shoot his load he would put up with anything. She was just too much for him.
He tried to get her hands away but it was impossible. The horny little bitch had a grip of steel and would have ripped off the vulnerable globes if necessary. Her cunt was dripping wet and all he had to do was shove his prick in a few more times to come.
"That's it," he whispered in her ear. "Just keep doing it. Move that fat ass of yours. I'm almost there. I'm going to fill your fucking twat with come."
"Yes," she whimpered, sore and tired from his repeated thrusts. "Fuck me, fill my cunt."
Mr. Smith needed no such encouragement. He shoved his prick in again and again, moving her ass forward and then dragging it back with his hands. He hardly knew where he was anymore, wanting only to ease his frustrations, to shoot his load for the final time.
It took him a few more seconds but then he was able to fly. He plunged in one last time and then felt a wave of fire pass through his limbs. It was a feverish frantic sensation that only one thing could alleviate, and that one thing was just about due to happen.
One more stroke was all that was needed. He shoved his cock into her cunt and then felt it erupt. His come rocketed out and filled her to capacity, spraying her inside and then leaking out again, mixing with the drying come that was all over her thighs.
Mr. Smith let his prick go limp before dragging it out of her dripping snatch. He felt fantastically relieved from all tension, peaceful and indifferent. He looked down at her with real affection, wondering what the future would hold for the two of them.
"I better go home now," Jennifer stated. "My parents will be worried about me if I don't show up soon."
"Get dressed," he said nervously, suddenly noting how late it was. "You've got to get out of here before someone shows up. Come on, we can meet again some other time."
Jennifer got dressed and Mr. Smith was quick to follow suit. He got his clothing on in record time, despite his panic, and then led her to the door. He was tired and confused now and wanted to think things over without any distractions. He had a lot of decisions to make.
Jennifer walked out of the office proudly, glad that she had gone through with it. Now she had two things to do; find a way to have Frank discover her other affair and find another girl to seduce him. Neither one promised to be too difficult if she played her cards right. Her friend Carla seemed perfect for both roles.
Jennifer hurried home and managed to slip into the house without suspicion from her parents. She was really going to have to be careful in the future. If they so much as suspected her activities she was a dead duck. Still, they cared so little about her that it was not likely.
As for Mr. Smith, he was not nearly so relaxed. His body was happier than it had been in years but he knew that he was in trouble. It just wasn't safe to fuck one of your own students, particularly a minor. If anyone ever found out he would really be screwed.
Still, he couldn't help but be pleased with himself. It had been a long season without rain and now he was fucking the best-looking piece of ass in the whole town. That wasn't saying much, he realized, but what the fuck, it was about time he stopped denying his needs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jennifer had no trouble locating Carla. Carla Hawkins was an unusual young girl. At the age of twelve she was perhaps even better developed than Jennifer. Even her face looked older. She was as pretty as Jennifer too, equally desirable in every way.
Carla and Jennifer would often spend their evenings together. The pretext was homework but as they were in different grades it wasn't a very practical arrangement. On the other hand, the two girls got along remarkably well and Carla was easy for her friend to influence.
Their topic of discussion was usually sex. Both girls were proud of their bodies and, to tell the truth, had a strong physical attraction to each other that neither had the nerve to admit. So far nothing had happened between them, but it had often come close.
Jennifer went over to Carla's house and the two girls retired to Carla's bedroom as usual. They did their homework briefly and then sat down on the bed to drink sodas and talk about the usual topics. Jennifer looked at her friend and decided that she was ideal for the purpose. Frank would never be able to resist her.
The two girls chatted away like magpies, each glad to have at least one good friend. Jennifer decided to make a complete confession before getting down to business. It would make Carla trust her and whet the younger girl's appetite for experimentation.
"I have something to tell you," she began. "I don't know if I should though. It's really personal."
"Come now," Carla responded already curious. "We're best friends. You know I can keep a secret."
"Well, I lost my virginity. It's as simple as that. It was really great too. I liked it so much."
"What was it like?" Carla asked anxiously. "It hurt a little at first, but after that I didn't mind at all. I had an orgasm and everything, just like we read about in the book you found."
Carla followed up with a million questions, remembering the good times they had had thumbing through the illustrated marriage manual. The book had left little to the imagination and soon formed the basis for all her fantasies about the mysteries of sex.
Jennifer answered everything candidly, wishing to have no secrets from her friend. She exaggerated the pleasant aspects of sex and ignored the painful experiences she had had, not wanting to discourage the malleable little girl. Carla could hardly hear enough of it.
"I wish someone would do that to me," she concluded sadly. "I hate being a virgin."
"Maybe I could help you," Jennifer answered. "Listen, I don't really care about Frank anymore. I'd like to find another boyfriend now, somebody new."
"You mean I should go to him?" Carla asked. "I think I'd be scared. He's so old and mean-looking."
"That's the best way to do it," Jennifer told her. "With an older man. If you go with one of the boys around here I bet he won't even know what to do."
It didn't take a lot to convince Carla to go through with it. After all, she too was horny and dying to get laid. It didn't seem right to do it with her friend's lover but Jennifer honestly seemed not to mind. If that was the case she might as well go through with it.
The girls had to map out their strategy but their will soon overcame all obstacles. It was decided to make a surprise attack. Carla would just show up at his house and try to seduce him. Jennifer couldn't imagine that she could have any difficulties on that score.
The two girls found a pretext to sneak out and Jennifer accompanied her friend almost to the door of Frank's house. She felt slightly jealous about the whole thing but her anger at Frank and her wish to conquer him were enough to outweigh her need for the man.
She kissed Carla goodbye and then went directly home. She knew that she would not get much sleep that night, but would have to wait till she met Carla at school to find anything out. She did drop off eventually, hours after she had gone to bed. By that time her scheme would either have succeeded or failed. She had only to find out.
Carla wasted no time in knocking at Frank Larkin's door. He let her in and tried to remember where he had seen the girl before. She was such a gorgeous little number that he could hardly keep his eyes off her. Carla immediately made up a pretext for her presence.
"Our telephone is broken at home," she began. "I just have to call a friend of mine about school. Can I please use your telephone?"
"Sure thing," Frank replied. "It's right in the bedroom. Close the door behind you."
Carla slipped into the bedroom and considered calling Jennifer to tell her how well things were going. She decided against it after a minute's thought. This was her party and it was about time she started doing things on her own. She dialed a few digits and then pretended to whisper into the telephone for a minute or two.
Carla came back into the living room and sat down without an invitation. Frank got an even better look at her and immediately knew that he was going to fuck her. There was a look in her bottomless black eyes that told him that the luscious piece of ass was hot for him.
He decided that she would be well worth the risk. Things had been going so well for Frank that he could not stop himself anymore. He had to have every young girl he saw, the younger or less developed the better. He wouldn't let himself admit that things were out of his control.
He sat down next to Carla on the couch and wasted no time in putting his hands on her body. She started a conversation in which he engaged with great impatience. Carla found that she was no longer nervous, only horny and curious to see what he would do to her.
Frank inclined his head and kissed the girl passionately, hardly giving her a chance to adjust to things. That was the way he wanted to take her, hard and fast and with no hesitation. He was the hunter again, preparing to destroy his helpless sexual prey.
Carla got to her feet and let him lead her into the bedroom. She stood tall before him and let Frank strip the garments off her body. She knew that he would like what he saw and was not to be disappointed. Frank could hardly believe the evidence of his own eyes.
Carla's body presented an incredible blend of maturity and lack of development. She had a full set of tits, heavy and firm, with large black nipples that began to contract in the evening breeze. The rest of her however, looked more like the body of a normal girl of her age.
There was hardly any hair at all on Carla's cunt. A soft black down managed to hide the outer part of her labia but the inner set gleamed pink and wet and nacreous. Nor was the rest of her body that of an adult female. She was just perfect, the type of girl he had been seeking for years.
Her legs were long and shapely but there was not a hair on them. Nor were her armpits hairy. Her ass was just beginning to develop. Some of it was still baby fat but he could tell how good she would look in a couple of years when her muscles became more firm and shaped.
Those tits were what really got to him, along with the cunt that was halfway between youth and maturity. He had to have her, had to fuck the little angel before she got away from him. He kissed her once again and then led her to his waiting bed.
"This is going to hurt a little," he began, wondering how many times in his life he had used that phrase. "I'll be gentle though. You won't feel a thing."
"I'm not afraid," she answered. "A friend of mine just did it and she told me it was fun."
Luckily for Carla, Frank never made the connection. In truth, his mind had not been working well since he had started fucking Judy as well as Jennifer. His passion was ruling his entire life and there was not a thing he could do to stop himself once he found a girl attractive.
There were a million reasons why Frank should not have fucked Carla. This one was just too young. For all he knew, Frank might do her serious physical injury, which would land him in jail. But all these reasons meant nothing to him. Frank was slave to his needs and barely could make himself acknowledge their existence.
Frank took Carla by the hand and led her directly to his bed. He figured that he might as well give her a taste of cock before fucking her. What the hell, he was dying to get his tongue into that nearly hairless pussy. It was bound to be a satisfying experience.
It would also serve the purpose of relaxing the girl and lubricating her before he shoved his cock in. He took her onto the bed and allowed the girl to sink down onto her side. In that position it would be easy to get something started. Maybe she would even take the hint and start sucking his prick without being told to.
Frank reversed his position and took her legs into his strong hands, spreading the shapely limbs so that her cunt was open and vulnerable. He put his head between her thighs and allowed them to close around it. Now he was ready to work on her.
Frank located her clitoris with little in the way of difficulties. He sucked it all the way into his mouth, taking most of her labia majora with it. He rolled the succulent flesh around in his mouth, tasting the warm sweetness of her virgin juices.
Carla found the sensation strange but not at all frightening. Jennifer had given her such a complete description of sexual procedures that nothing would have come as a surprise to her. So far so good. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her at all when it finally happened.
He sucked the clit. The little organ was abnormally large and equally sensitive. She squirmed and moaned in his embrace until Frank was scared of the noise she was making.
He twisted his body slightly so that his prick was resting right in front of her mouth. He was so much taller than Carla that he had to form a bow with his body in order to meet at all points. He wondered how long it would take her to do what he wanted.
Carla saw the huge swelling organ and decided to do what Jennifer had told her. It looked ugly and threatening and she had to close her eyes before getting herself even to think about swallowing it. This was the first unpleasant facet of sex she had noticed thus Frank pushed forward and the semi-erect penis seemed to part her lips. In no time at all it was firmly embedded in her mouth and Carla discovered with relief that the taste was not at all unpleasant. So far Jennifer's descriptions had been perfectly correct.
Carla sucked on the prick for awhile, until it was fully erect and red from the blood that had poured into it. She opened her eyes and stared right into the tangle of Frank's pubic hair. Things were going awful fast so far but she was able to cope. Still, the big thing had not yet even begun.
Soon the young girl discovered for herself how much fun it was to suck cock. It was like a game at first. All she had to do was vary her motion slightly and he would reward her by getting harder and thicker, shoving it into her mouth with increased violence. Unlike Jennifer, Carla never gagged on the heavy burden.
Frank had by this time rejected her clitoris in favor of Carla's twat. He shoved his tongue into her vulva, parting the labia with his hands. Her twat was incredibly wet and juicy, sweet and delicious as well. He could have gone on like that for hours.
Frank was amazed at the way the girl had learned to suck his cock. It was obvious that she had never done it before but she was showing talent that experience could never develop. The girl was a natural, the hottest little piece of ass he had ever encountered.
For her part, Carla was perfectly content. He was turning her on completely with his long snaky tongue. Her limbs felt warm and relaxed and her cunt itched mightily, in a way that would only be satisfied when she reached her first, long awaited orgasm.
Frank was beyond the point of caring about his partner. He was eating her cunt out as a matter of course, thinking only of the way his cock was going to explode. Then he would be able to have some real fun with her, fucking the ass off the willing gorgeous little slut.
Carla had no idea of what was going on in her lover's mind. He was a strange man, so silent and domineering that he frightened her. Still, it was not to be denied that she was enjoying herself. A sense of pride and accomplishment informed her being.
Frank tried to turn his head to watch her sucking his prick but soon found it to be impossible. He would have to come blind this time but later he would have her suck him off down on her knees, the way he liked to have it done. The thought made him all the more amorous.
He could not hold out much longer, despite a strong desire to do so. This was a golden moment, something that would never come again. So was fucking her, however, and this thought consoled him. There were so many things he would be able to do with her.
Frank thought to himself that he had been coming an awful lot of late. He had never been one of those men who could achieve five or six orgasms in the evening, not until he had met this series of young girls anyhow. Now he felt as if he could go on all night, having an unending series of passionate climaxes.
He shoved his prick in a few more times, moving it faster and faster to the point where even the indomitable Carla began to choke and gag. The sounds of her difficulties only turned him on more, bringing Frank to the point where he could no longer hold back on her.
Frank plunged his prick into her throat again and gave Carla a double shot of hot frothing come. She tried to get the stuff down, having been forewarned of the power and quantity of his semen. She opened her throat wide and tried to get it all.
Carla was reasonably successful, although some of the scum backed up on her and came trickling out of the corner of her mouth. She hardly noticed it however as Frank was continuing to eat out her pussy. She felt too preoccupied even to wipe the stuff away.
Frank licked at her pussy, sometimes drawing the labia into his mouth and at others just plunging his tongue in to the hilt. He would alternate strokes scrupulously all the while, sometimes short and quick, other times long and slow and agonizingly sensual.
He soon realized that the girl was not going to come. She just didn't know what to do with herself it seemed lying there with a puzzled look on her face and scum all over her swelling tits. As long as she had to be taken by storm it was better to do it while fucking her, when he really had the upper hand.
Frank moved his head away from her cunt noticing her moan of disappointment. It was too bad, he told himself. His cock was still rock-hard and ready for action. She would come to like it sooner or later although his patience was not infinite.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he announced. "Like I told you, it'll hurt a little but you look like woman enough to put up with a little pain."
"I can take it," she answered bravely, falling into the trap. "Don't worry about me."
"All right then," Frank smiled. "You just lay there on the bed and let me do all the work. I'll be real nice to you baby. You'll love every minute of it."
"I'm sure I will," she answered, beginning to be afraid. "I'm not afraid of anything anymore."
Frank went to get a jar of vaseline. He returned with his fingers covered in the stuff, waiting to smear it in her little cunt. Carla was tighter than Jennifer had been, but he anticipated little trouble getting into her snatch. She seemed like a girl who would cooperate, who would do anything to get what she wanted.
He rubbed the vaseline carefully into her cunt, smearing it on the clitoris, labia and inside the pussy walls. Her cunt became so slick that he could hardly hold on to it. Then he rubbed some of the stuff into her asshole. It felt nice and anything might happen.
Now she was all ready to be taken. Frank looked down at Carla with his eyes afire with lust. This was going to be the real thing, the culmination of his desires. At last he would overcome his frustrations by taking a girl who was years too young by any criterion but his own.
Carla submitted passively, hoping that he would finish before she lost her nerve altogether. Her body was extremely sensitive to his every touch but the erethism only added fuel to her apprehensions. Still, there was no way she could turn back at that point in the game.
Frank was finally going to take her. He approached her slowly with an unconscious ceremonial dignity. The frightened girl laid flat on her back with her legs parted invitingly. Her cunt gaped open and Frank decided that the time had come for him to make his move.
He mounted the girl directly, draping his large frame over her compact torso. Her tits were crushed under his chest as his prick besieged her pussy. The huge organ slid in a few inches and then came up against the strong barrier of her untouched maidenhead.
Frank leaned all his weight against the girl, trying to achieve entry by main force. It was a strategy doomed to failure and he soon realized that he would have to do it by other more gentle means. He drew back slightly and then began to rotate his prick with a steady motion, intent on enlarging her slit.
Carla found the experience not at all painful. It was stimulating to be hollowed out like that, to have a huge angry prick altering her body to fit its selfish needs. She smiled up at her lover as if to tell him she was willing to tolerate anything for his sake.
Frank decided that it was high time to get all the way into her snatch. He raised his body up and supported it on his flattened palms. His thumbs pressed into her sides as he steadied his body above Carla. In that position he looked as huge as a giant.
Frank put more pressure on his prick, slowly and carefully forcing his way into the breach. His steady efforts were soon rewarded as his prick suddenly shot home, causing a narrow stream of blood to shoot out of her cunt. Carla felt as if she had been split in two and found the pain intense but not intolerable.
Carla turned out to be one of the easiest virgins he had ever cracked. There was that one moment of pain and then she was big enough to take him in with ease. He was able to get the full ten inches of his cock all the way into her on the third stroke.
The windows were closed in the cramped bedroom and the physical exertions of the two lovers soon had the temperature far above the point of comfort. Both their bodies were soon filmed with sweat although it caused neither one a moment of discomfort.
Carla found that there was really nothing that special about losing her virginity. The pain had none of the emotional content for her that it had for Jennifer. It was a simple case of putting up with a little inconvenience for something you wanted badly.
Frank noticed her attitude immediately. Not a tear was to be seen on her pretty face and in truth the girl hardly seemed to be impressed by what he had done to her. It intimidated Frank at first but after awhile he found it easy enough to discount and then ignore.
He had to admit that in another sense it was a pleasure to have a girl who didn't give him a hard time about sex. Her attitude may have been cold-blooded and dispassionate, but at least she didn't hassle him about what he was doing to her precious body.
Her cunt was tight and firm, just the way he liked them. It was easy to run his hands up and down her own sides as he fucked her, caressing her exaggerated curves and thrilling to the electric feel of her soft skin. And Carla, despite her overly rational attitude, was as responsive as she was desirable.
Frank continued to fuck Carla slowly and carefully. There was no need to hurry. The girl had told him that she was free for hours and less than one had passed since her arrival even though the time they had spent together seemed much longer to both of them.
He looked down at her and saw that his prick was covered with blood, even though the flow had stopped. Her labia had parted wide and it was quite easy to get into her. Also, at this point it was obvious that he wasn't hurting her a bit.
Carla felt a stirring in her body and wondered if she was going to achieve an orgasm. Her limbs felt unnaturally warm and loose, as if she no longer had control over her muscles. Also, her mouth was dry and her eyes refused to clarify the hazy scene around her.
Then the feeling of disembodied warmth spread all through her body before slowly centralizing in her cunt. Her clitoris began to feel as if it would explode and her pussy walls could feel every excresence of the big prick that continued to enlarge her channel.
Her cunt began to contract around the thick penis, increasing the friction and bringing her closer to a climax. She began to moan, softly and unconsciously, telling Frank that she was just about there. He smiled down at her and then plunged his cock in to the hilt.
Frank used long probing strokes to turn on the passionate beauty. He was absolutely tireless about slamming his body into her. Soon he managed to push her over the verge and the young sexpot rewarded him with her first orgasm, causing both of them to sigh with relief.
The feel of the actual orgasm came upon Carla quite suddenly. She felt a searing pressure in her cunt and then her juices began to flow out of the again bleeding orifice. She experienced one spasm after another, to the point where she began to wonder if her body would ever subside so that she would be able to rest.
Frank waited until she had finished coming and then forced both his hands under her ass. His hands held her buttocks firmly in place and then his finger wandered into her well lubricated asshole. The vaseline and pussy juice made the passage swift and effortless.
Carla found this an even more pleasant sensation. Now both her holes were filled. She wondered if she should ask Frank to shove his prick into her smaller aperture but decided against it. Ironically, that was the one aspect of fucking that Jennifer neglected to mention.
Frank crushed her against his body, determined to come as quickly as possible. She was such a good fuck however that it was almost impossible. Every time he would approach his orgasm Carla would slow down and decrease the friction, leaving him where he had started.
The simple motivation of pleasure was what initiated her actions. There was nothing at all conscious or willed about her technique. Fucking was for Carla a heuristic experience and she could learn from it in the actual process of getting laid.
Frank was determined to come, but Carla made it impossible. She herself was thinking about another orgasm, sure that she would have it if only he held out for a few minutes longer. If nothing else the force of his orgasm might well be enough to get her off. She would know in a matter of minutes.
Frank was fucking her so hard that it was finally beginning to hurt her. Carla let go at last, plunging her pelvis forward so that he could get into her with ease. Frank responded by shoving his prick all the way into her cunt and finally shooting his load.
As soon as the hot come hit the walls of her pussy, Carla was ready to shoot her own load. She whimpered softly and squeezed the cunt muscles until finally her glands had emptied their juices. She then lay back on the bed totally exhausted.
Carla closed her eyes and was just on the verge of dropping off to sleep when Frank told her that it was time for her to head home. Just as the early part of the evening had passed so slowly, the latter had been proportionally contracted so that two hours had seemed little more than thirty minutes.
"Shit," she announced. "I do have to go, just when I was getting ready for more. Well, I guess we can get together another time."
Frank nodded his head vaguely, not sure if he really did want to see her again. For all her antagonism and bitchiness, Jennifer was a lot easier to manage. He would have to think about getting involved with a strong personality like Carla.
"Take it easy," Carla told him as she finished pulling on her clothing and walked out the door.
Frank watched her go with rather mixed feelings. She had been a terrific lay but something about her distressed him and made him nervous and apprehensive. It was as if her grip on reality was firmer than his own, as if it were she who was controlling their relationship.
Frank sat down in the living room to watch television, knowing that he would not be able to fall asleep for hours. He was tired and confused and disspirited, despite the strong drink he poured down as the set warmed up. Things seemed to be getting very much out of hand.
He thought back on his experiences of the last few weeks and then on his past. Things were falling into place. Just as he was losing control of them, all his actions and feelings were forming a definite pattern. Unfortunately he could do no more than analyze his problems. The time for constructive action was long since past.
Carla's healthy indifference showed him how much a slave he was to his passions. He was getting deeper and deeper into his perversion and the time would come when he would need girls even younger than Carla-would be unable to repress his desires for them.
After that anything might happen. He was bound to get into trouble with the law sooner or later. His luck had been good so far but he could not count on its continuance. There was no way out for him Laneville at least. There was simply too much temptation.
Frank suddenly remembered that his term in Laneville had almost expired. Actually, with the vacation time due him he could leave at almost any time, certainly as early as two days from the present. Everything was in order at the office, so that was no problem.
Maybe a change of scenery would do him good. The shock of being separated from Judy and Jennifer and Carla might turn the trick of pulling him off his fatal course. It was certainly worth a try and he decided to leave by the midnight train of the next evening.
Once his mind was made up Frank found it easier to relax. In the back of his mind he knew that his logic was specious, that a change of venue would do nothing for him in the long run. Still, anything was better than going out of his mind in this town.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carla and Jennifer met at school the next day, but it was obvious that that was not the place to discuss Carla's adventures. They waited patiently until the end of the last class and then Jennifer walked Carla over to her own house, inviting her for dinner.
Dinner was not much of a meal, especially as Jennifer's parents were out for the evening. A few hamburgers and a can of peas were sufficient to satisfy their appetites. Their hunger for discussion was far greater and its abatement was far more complicated.
"Come on," Jennifer insisted. "Tell me all about it. Was he nice to you? Did it hurt a lot?"
"It wasn't bad at all," Carla announced proudly. "Sure, it hurts at first, just like you said it would, but he really liked me and we had a good time."
"Did you come?" Jennifer asked, blushing as she said it.
"Oh, yes," Carla replied. "Twice. He fucked me for a real long time. First I did it and then we did it together. He's not a very nice man, though. You were certainly right about that side of him."
"He's awful," Jennifer agreed. "I wish there were some other men in this town. I never told you about Mr. Smith, but a few days ago, I went to his office and he fucked me, too. I didn't like him too much."
"No, me either," Carla concurred. "Frank really made me feel good, physically."
The discussion dragged on for a while and soon, both girls were trading notes absolutely without shame or modesty. They could have no secrets from each other, these two passionate beauties. Soon, both were greatly excited just from talking so much about sex.
"I can see why he liked you," Jennifer said gallantly. "I wish I was as pretty as you are."
"Don't kid me," Carla answered. "You're much better looking. All the boys in school want to do it to you. Sometimes I almost think I do, too."
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked nervously. "You know-about you wanting to do it to me."
"I don't know," Carla answered. "It gets me real nervous to think about it. Sometimes I think that it would be a lot of fun to do it to a girl."
Their conversation was bound to lead to one inevitable result. The girls talked on and on and eventually, both admitted their desires. It had been smoldering under the surface for months now, and it was with a feeling of relief that each girl made her confession.
"Look, why don't we do it then?" Jennifer suggested. "My parents won't be home for hours. We should see if it's as much fun to do it with a girl."
"All right," Carla answered, still not sure of herself. "You take your clothes off first though. I'm afraid to do it first. I don't know why."
Jennifer wasted no time in complying with her friend's wishes. This was just perfect, something she had fantasized about for a long time. Carla was such a beautiful little thing, that it would be a pleasure to explore her body. Also, the thought of cheating on Frank that way made the idea all the more piquant.
Jennifer stood up and removed her clothing quickly, noticing that her friend's eyes were riveted to her body. She peeled off all her garments and then faced Carla directly. It was time for the younger girl to follow suit by stripping herself completely.
Carla found that her nervousness was gone. She knew that it was unusual for two girls to make it together, but she and Jennifer were such good friends that it hardly seemed to matter. If nothing else, she knew she could trust her friend's discretion.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Jennifer suggested. "It's going to be even better if we do it there."
"All right honey," Carla giggled. "Come on and let's do it. I'm getting real horny now, just the way I felt when Frank took off my clothing last night."
Jennifer led the way and soon the two girls were seated side by side on her parents' bed. They looked at each other for a few minutes and Jennifer decided that it was up to her to make the first move. After all, she was the older and more experienced girl.
Jennifer leaned over towards her friend and immediately planted a kiss on her lips. Carla opened her mouth wide and sucked in Jennifer's tongue, letting it slide all the way into her mouth. The two girls held the kiss for a while and then separated, only to do it again.
Carla was completely turned on by the feeling of kissing her best friend. She loved the sweet taste of her mouth and changed the direction of the affair by taking the initiative. This time it was her tongue that plunged into the oral cavity of her beautiful friend.
Carla let her hands wander to her friend's tits. The soft globes felt soft and pliable in her hands and she worked them over carefully, just as Frank had done to her. She was soon delighted to see her friend's pink, broad nipples turn hard and puckered and red.
Then she lowered her head and kissed the luscious boobs, letting her tongue trail over every inch of the surface before concentrating on the nipples. She sucked them one at a time into her hungry mouth, feeling her friend shiver from her exertions.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Do you think I do it as good as a man does?"
"Better," Jennifer moaned softly. "You're so much more gentle. I think I really like doing this. Let's really do it right, though. We can take turns. First, you be the man and work on me and then later, I'll do the very same thing to you."
Carla was more than willing at that point to play the masculine role. She relinquished her lover's tits and ran her hands all over Jennifer's body, not at all inclined to be gentle with her passionate friend. She didn't know quite how to approach taking her.
Jennifer lay back on the bed and parted her legs invitingly. She closed her eyes so that Carla wouldn't be nervous, even though the gesture was hardly necessary. Carla was so hot to make love to her friend that she would have been able to do it in a room full of people.
Carla began to stroke Jennifer's thighs, starting down at the knees and working her way up almost to her dripping, fragrant cunt. Her own body lay across Jennifer's legs, so that her tits were in contact with her friend's midsection, turning them both on at once.
Finally, she got the nerve to part her friend's dripping labia with her soft fingers. The flaps of flesh came apart easily, giving her a thrilling view of Jennifer's vaginal charms. It would be easy to shove her fingers and tongue into that sweet slit.
She did it at last, putting two fingers together and shoving them into the breach. Jennifer sighed with relief, understanding that they had reached the point of no return. From then on, they might as well go through with it, do anything that came to mind.
Jennifer spread her legs a little further, allowing her friend to get her fingers in to the hilt. Carla rotated her digits slowly and gently, feeling the tight walls of Jennifer's pussy parting even more. It made her feel strong and powerful to work on her like that.
Jennifer closed her eyes and allowed her friend to do whatever she wanted. Carla arranged her body better, laying it right on top of Jennifer's so that she was in the position a man would be in if they were fucking. That way, she could work on her tits and cunt simultaneously.
Carla was having the time of her life with her mistress. It was so different from doing it with a man, she reflected. They would each help the other to have a good time and still be good friends when they had finished.
Carla decided at that point to go all the way with her lover, Jennifer. She lowered her body slowly until her mouth was at a level with Jennifer's cunt. From there, it was a small step to eat out her cunt. It only took a second for her to conquer her inhibitions.
The two girls were getting hotter by the minute. Jennifer dropped her passive attitude and let her hands explore Carla's body at length. That way, both of them could enjoy it at the same time. Later, it would be her turn to repeat the procedure on Carla's body. That promised to be even better and more stimulating.
Carla finally managed to force her tongue into Jennifer's dripping slit. She found the taste completely stimulating in a way she had never known possible. It was so stupid for them to have waited that long. They could have been having this kind of fun years earlier.
Still, neither girl cried over spilled milk. There was plenty of time to make up for time wasted. They had all evening together and as for the future, it was a pleasure to contemplate. They could take turns with Frank and then come right back to each other.
Jennifer threw her head back and reached down with her long, slender arms, holding Carla's face in position over her cunt. She would have liked to take her whole head into her hungry cunt, but knew that it was impossible. Within a few minutes, she was bound to have an orgasm and spill her juices right into Carla's mouth.
Carla was almost as good at eating pussy as Frank had been. She seemed to understand Jennifer's body perfectly, which didn't really come as a surprise to her friend. After all the discussion they had had, it was evident that their desires were quite compatible.
Jennifer felt as if a hundred tongues were caressing her passionate body. It was only a matter of time before she came. Her friend was turning her on in a new way, but it was just as stimulating as doing it with Frank. The future looked quite bright for the two of them.
Jennifer felt a wave of fire pass through her limbs and knew that her orgasm was imminent. Her mind reeled under her friend's passionate assault. For the first time she had a feeling that they were doing something forbidden, something which other people would scorn. It only served to turn her on all the more.
She arched her back so that Carla's tongue sank deeper into her hungry pussy. Then her limbs stiffened in anticipation of her climax. She closed her eyes and waited for the familiar sensation to begin, which it did within a matter of seconds.
Carla increased the rate of her manipulations so that her tongue was darting in and out like a flash, licking every available inch of Jennifer's dripping pussy. It didn't take a strong imagination to see that she had succeeded in driving her friend wild.
Jennifer moaned softly and then was finally able to shoot her load. Her limbs relaxed suddenly and then she felt her cunt contracting around Carla's tongue. The juices poured out of her vagina and spilled directly between Carla's parted, sucking lips.
Carla drank down the come greedily, proud and happy at the ease of her conquest. This was more like it, something she had always unconsciously desired. Now it was her turn. She was sure that Jennifer would be able to elicit the same response from her hungry body.
"Did you like it?" Carla asked nervously.
"Oh yes," Jennifer answered. "Didn't you feel me coming? You really did it just right."
"Was it as good as when you do it with a man?" Carla continued. "You can tell me the truth."
"I don't know," Jennifer told her. "I'm just not sure. I liked it a lot, though. It was very different."
"Do it to me, then," Carla insisted. "I know I'm going to like it, too. I wonder what Frank would think if he knew what we were doing together?"
"Maybe we should go over and tell him tonight," Jennifer interrupted. "After we're all finished."
"That's a good idea," Carla responded. "I bet it would get him real jealous. It's still early. I bet we could go over for an hour with no trouble."
The two girls giggled repeatedly over then-proposal. Each knew that her real motivation was to get laid. It would be fun to go to Frank's together and see which one he preferred. Also, he was bound to be nicer to the two of them and less prone to be brutal.
Still, there was a lot of unfinished business to take care of first. After all, Jennifer had not even begun to make love to Carla. They would satisfy themselves as completely as possible before visiting Frank. It was always possible that the ill-tempered man would throw both of them out as soon as they showed up.
"Come on then," Jennifer concluded. "We better get started right now. I don't want to go there and then have to run home before we do anything."
"You're right," Carla concurred. "We'll stay here another hour and then run over there."
It was all settled. All that remained was for Jennifer to satisfy Carla's lust, something that was a rather pleasant proposition. She reclined her friend on the soft mattress and decided to treat her exactly the same way that Carla had treated her.
First she explored Carla's tits, unconsciously comparing them to her own. There was no doubt about it; despite Carla's age, she had by far the larger and prettier pair of tits. Jennifer was able to console herself by the thought that her face was a lot prettier. It was the first sign of competition between the good friends, and fortunately the last as well. It would have been fatal to them to be at odds. It would have allowed Frank to take advantage of their animosity and turn them against each other for his own purposes.
Jennifer leaned her head over and began to work on Carla's tits. She brushed her face over the luscious boobs and then started to kiss them, slowly and softly at first, but then with ever greater enthusiasm. It really was a great deal of fun, something that she could have gone on doing for the whole evening.
Jennifer sucked on her friend's nipples at length, thrilling to the feel of the elastic flesh as she sucked it into her thick lips. She kept the nipples inside her mouth and sucked at them passionately, sometimes even biting into them with her strong white teeth. It didn't seem to hurt Carla at all.
"That's the way to do it," Carla encouraged her. "Keep sucking them like that for a while."
It was rather an easy request to obey but soon Jennifer was in the mood for bigger and better things. She pushed Carla over onto her side and then parted her thighs with her soft hands. Carla's cunt soon gaped invitingly open and she was ready to be taken.
Jennifer shifted her position so that her mouth was right in front of Carla's pussy. She located her clitoris immediately and started to suck on the tiny pink organ, causing it to swell up with suffused blood and come peeping out from under its protective hood.
"Keep doing that," Carla told her. "You're really driving me crazy. I'm going to come in a second if you keep doing it like that."
Jennifer had no difficulty in keeping her tongue on the tiny sensitive organ. Soon she decided that there were bigger fish to fry and shoved her tongue all the way into Carla's pussy, which was as tight and sweet and fragrant as her own box. It was quite likely that they would never get to Frank's house. Carla rolled over onto her back, finding it difficult to maintain the position in which Jennifer had put her. Jennifer followed suit immediately and the two of them had no difficulty at all in rearranging their bodies so that Jennifer could continue to eat her out.
Jennifer found that it was as easy to eat a woman as it was to suck off a man. It was nicer too, since there was no huge prick hammering at her throat, making her gag and want to vomit. There was a lot to be said for making it with a girl, she told herself.
She held her head right against Carla's pussy so that her tongue virtually disappeared into the hungry orifice. Carla began to buck her body back and forth so that her tongue went I even further into her. It was not going to take long for her to shoot her load.
"Put your tongue into my asshole," she said. "I love to feel something shoved into there."
"Do you really want me to?" Jennifer said. "I mean, I don't like to have that done to me."
"Oh yes," Carla answered. "I even wanted Frank to fuck me there. Didn't he ever do it to you that way?"
"He did, but it hurt like hell," Jennifer confessed. "I would have told you about it, but I was afraid that it would have scared you away."
"Maybe I can get him to do it this time," Carla announced. "Won't you eat me out down there?"
Carla had asked so sweetly that Jennifer could hardly refuse the request. She rolled over her lover's body and found herself facing Carla's slender creamy buttocks. Her asshole gaped invitingly and she soon found that it was not at all an ugly sight.
She parted the lush flesh with her fingers and wasted no time in getting her tongue into the breach. Carla sighed with lust as the tongue snaked into her bunghole, a little angry at her friend for holding back the truth from her. She would have to watch Jennifer more closely in the future to see if she had other secrets.
"That's it," she told her. "Just keep doing it like that. I'll tell you when to go back to my twat."
Jennifer found the taste of Carla's asshole perfectly delightful. It was warm and salty and gritty but otherwise, just like her pussy. It was hard to get her tongue in firmly but her experience and desire were enough to overcome any obstacle easily.
"Let me work on your cunt some more," she said, pulling her tongue away. "We've got to leave soon, so you have to hurry up and have your orgasm."
The two girls presented a sight for which any man would gladly have sold his soul. The two of them were so fresh and young and beautiful that they were almost impossible to look at. They knew that Frank would be a most appreciative audience later that evening.
Carla was just about ready to fly. She threw her head back and began to whimper softly. Then her cries grew louder and louder until Jennifer thought that she was hurting the voluptuous girl. Carla was soon to set her mind at ease by shooting her load into her mouth.
Jennifer held on as the girl began to buck back and forth. She wrapped her hands around Carla's ass and let her finger slide back into the younger girl's asshole, rooting her to the spot. Soon Carla emptied a river of come right into her clinging lips.
"Let's get dressed and get out of here," Jennifer suggested. "It's eight o'clock already and we're going to have to come home sooner or later."
"I'll be dressed in two minutes," Carla answered. "Just let me get my clothing on."
The two girls dressed in record time, dying to get over to Frank's house. It had been a lot of fun making it together, but each knew that she really needed a man to turn her on. They would show Frank what they had done and then ask him to fuck them. He was not very likely to refuse their request.
They ran out of Jennifer's house and headed directly for Frank's residence, arriving within ten minutes of their departure. He was at home but seemed absolutely flabbergasted to see the two of them together. For a moment, he was sure that something awful had happened.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" he asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
"We came to see you," Carla answered. "Don't you like us any more? We can have a good time together."
"Yeah Frank," Jennifer chipped in. "We worked out a dance for you. Want to see it?"
Frank nodded his head mutely, still having no idea of what was going on in their minds. He had hoped to spend the evening completely alone but now he was going to have to put up with them. Yet, they seemed to be in a good mood. He might indeed enjoy the experience.
Despite his apprehension, Frank watched them carefully as the two young beauties lined up at the far end of the living room. Jennifer put a record on his stereo set and the two of them began to dance, a clumsy can-can number that made him smile and then chuckle.
Then the two of them surprised Frank by beginning to strip. He watched in silent amazement as their garments scattered like autumn leaves. Soon they were both stark naked and ready to begin the show in earnest.
He had a pretty good idea of what it would be like.
The two girls sank to the floor and immediately arranged their bodies in a sixty-nine position. Frank continued to watch them, still not saying a word. There was something on their devious little minds but he was not about to lower himself by begging to know what it was.
The two girls lay down on the rug together and kept twisting and turning their bodies so that he could see what they were doing to each other. Despite his mistrust of their motives, Frank could not help but be turned on by the spectacle of their magnificent young bodies, tied together in an orgy of lesbianic lust.
The two of them seemed totally oblivious of his presence, which irked Frank to no end. He began to catch on that this was a bid for independence, a way to show him that he was not indispensible. It was a little rebellion that he would have to nip in the bud.
"All right you two," he announced. "That's enough of this shit. Get up from my floor before I throw the two of you out of here and make you walk home naked."
"Why are you so angry," Carla asked innocently. "We thought you'd like to see us fuck."
"I don't like it at all," Frank retorted. "You're a couple of little idiots and I don't know why I got involved with either of you.
Now you get over here and make me happy or I'm going to throw your asses out. Just try me if you think I'm kidding."
The two girls smiled at each other and walked boldly over to their common lover. They stood before him stark naked and Frank could not help but notice that his prick was bulging in his pants. The show had turned him on and now he was ready to fuck both of them.
Frank was ready, but the two girls still had something different in mind. Carla reached for his fly and used her nimble hands to open the zipper before he could mouth an effective protest.
Since Frank didn't struggle it was easy for the two determined girls to get him stripped from the waist down. They kneeled down before him and Jennifer wasted no time in shoving his thick semi-erect penis into her mouth, while her friend watched approvingly.
Frank's cock glided right into her mouth and he watched it get hard as she sucked him off. It wasn't his idea of how things ought to proceed but he was helpless to resist them. Jennifer got tired of being out of the picture and soon discovered a way to get into the action.
Jennifer moved her friend slightly to the side and went directly for Frank's balls. She licked them slowly and carefully and then stuffed them one at a time into her mouth as her friend Carla continued to work on Frank's huge throbbing cock.
Frank looked down at them with total astonishment. Now that he was used to the idea this was becoming the consummation of all his desires. The thought of having two gorgeous young girls working on his prick was enough to drive him crazy. It was just too good to be true. He would have to watch out for his sanity.
Jennifer held his balls in her mouth for several minutes, dandling and licking and sucking them with every possible combination of her lips, teeth and tongue. Then his wiry pubic hairs began to tickle her throat, making her want to throw up.
She spit out the heavy globes and walked around Frank, only to sink back onto her knees when she got there. She parted his hairy pimply buttocks with her hands and wasted no time in shoving her long pink tongue into his asshole just as she had done to Carla.
Frank almost jumped through the ceiling when he felt her tongue catering him. It was easy to adjust to the penetration and he found that it turned him on with an intensity that was almost frightening. He was going to fill that girl's mouth with come in a matter of seconds. There was just no way to delay it.
Jennifer got tired of his asshole and realized that she wanted to be the one who got his shot of come. After all, she had met him first and it was only on her initiative that he had ever met Carla. She shoved her friend aside and immediately took her place.
Jennifer was far more skillful with her mouth than Carla. Her greater experience showed immediately, even though it took Frank a few seconds to regain his timing after the change of partners. As he would have expected, Carla began to work on his balls. The three of them made quite a pretty picture. The two girls were side to side, down on their knees on the floor. Jennifer had managed to take in almost all of Frank's huge prick. Her friend Carla had stuffed his balls into her mouth and then put her finger into his asshole.
Frank rocked back onto his heels and shoved his prick into Jennifer's mouth one last time. He felt a wave of passion course through his body and then his balls exploded, sending a wave of come rocketing out of his prick. The semen came out as if propelled by a gun but Jennifer had no trouble at all getting it down.
"Well that was fun," Frank announced. "But would you two ladies care to tell me what the fuck is going on here? I mean, why the hell did you show up together?"
"We're all friends," Jennifer answered. "It seemed like a good idea for all of us to get together. We're having a good time, aren't we?"
"You two are going to drive me crazy," Frank answered. "I don't know what to do with you. First you make it with each other in front of my face and then show up to fuck me. I don't understand you at all."
"There's nothing strange about it," Carla answered. "Why shouldn't we have fun together?"
Frank shook his head in good natured amusement. They were perfectly right of course. There wasn't a reason on earth why they shouldn't have lesbian experiences with one another. It didn't threaten him in any way, as their preference for him was obvious.
"Well, what else do you have in store for me then?" Frank asked. "Are you going to give me another floor show or should we retire to the bedroom?"
"It depends on you," Carla chuckled. "We're going to treat you like a king. You can do anything you want with us, anything at all."
"Well," Frank replied. "I don't want to insult you, but I think I'll forego another performance. Just follow me into the bedroom and I'll show you how three people can have a good time together."
Carla looked at her friend with a mischievous smile on her pretty face. Between the two of them she felt sure that they would get the best of Frank, have him begging for mercy in a couple of minutes.
CHAPTER NINE
Frank finished stripping as soon as the three of them were in the bedroom. He stood before the two girls stark naked and they looked at him with an expression indicative of both scorn and desire. They were becoming more independent and aggressive by the minute.
"It's too bad you can't fuck both of us at the same time," Carla commented. "I guess that's impossible."
"Not for me," Frank gloated.
"Do you have an extra prick you've been hiding from me or something?" Jennifer added.
"Just follow my instructions and we can have a real ball," Frank concluded. "I can't get my prick into both of you at once of course, but I can do it in a way so that you'll both feel it moving."
"Go ahead," Carla answered. "I've got to see this for myself. What are we supposed to do?"
Frank gave the girls instructions and they hastened to comply. Jennifer lay down on her back on the bed and Carla, using her friend as a bed, followed suit. It took but a few moments for them to adjust themselves so that they were perfectly comfortable.
Frank looked at his prick and noted that it was in a state of full erection. He got on top of the girls, who appeared to him as nothing more than a cunt sandwich. He went down onto his knees on the bed and worked his cock into the lower of the openings.
As his huge cock glided into Carla's pussy, Jennifer could feel it brushing through the V of her cunt, dragging irritatingly across her clitoris. It was true, he could turn both of them on at the same time. She had to admit that Frank was quite admirable in some ways.
Carla tried to arch her back so that the big cock would go all the way into her cunt. It was impossible to move the two bodies on top of her, but the adaptable girl soon found that it was quite pleasant to service the first five inches of him in her tight little snatch.
As a matter-of-fact, she soon found it a very desirable variation. Owing to the strange angle of penetration, his cock would bang up against her clitoris before being deflected into her slit. It was like being fucked in two different ways simultaneously.
As for Frank, the position had come to him as a sudden inspiration. It was certainly nothing that he had ever had occasion to try before that very moment. Frank was not an aficionado of orgies. The thought of one had never appealed to him, although he had to admit that his prejudices were being shattered then and there.
This was really something, he reflected. Two of them at once. Twin pussies to invade and conquer. He wondered if he would be able to hold out for more than a few seconds with that kind of stimulation. The two of them were really too much.
Carla liked the feel of the bloated tip of his prick crashing into her cunt and then rotating itself around, stretching her pussy walls apart. She didn't need any deeper penetration like that, at least for the moment. Later on she might decide to try something a little different, something involving good hard deep fucking.
Frank found it difficult to hold his position, despite the intense sensations that were wracking his genitalia. It put a strain on the muscles of his back and he would have liked to have laid his weight directly on top of Jennifer, which would have been impossible for the girl on the bottom to tolerate.
He resigned himself to the position, thinking that he would fire his wad within a couple of seconds. It would be a real coup to make both girls come with him, but that was aiming a little high. Besides, they seemed capable of taking care of themselves.
Jennifer found herself quite close to orgasm as well. It was great to feel the cock sliding against her cunt at the same time that Carla's bush tickled her asshole. Carla's tits also were in perpetual contact with her back. Every time the girl on the bottom moved her big boobs would caress Jennifer, driving her to the very brink of shooting her load.
"Come on," Carla moaned. "I'm almost there. Fuck me harder and I'll cream all over you."
Frank could hardly believe his good luck. It looked like both the little sluts would come before he did, if he could only hold it back for a few minutes more. Once that happened they'd be eating out of the palm of his hand. He'd be able to do anything to them.
Jennifer was the first to come, despite her unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable position. She felt his cock slide across her cunt once more and then she exploded without warning. The luscious beauty bucked her body forward, practically crushing Carla, and then screamed aloud as she emptied her pussy.
That made it all the easier for Frank to fuck Carla into submission. Jennifer slid to the side and his cock went two inches deeper into her slit. Frank knew that she would come within three or four strokes. He grinned down at her and invited her to get off.
Carla whimpered softly and then succeeded in shooting her wad. She creamed all over Frank's cock and now he was able to shove it all the way into her, while Jennifer lay next to Carla, caressing her big soft tits. Frank himself could not hold out any longer.
He slammed his prick in faster and faster and then felt his balls exploding, shooting out a double load of come into that welcoming aperture. He subsided slowly, feeling the last drop of come trickle out of his cock, burning his urinary tube as it did so.
"That was really something," Jennifer sighed. "I thought I was really going to explode. How about it, Frank? Are you ready to fuck us again?"
"Sure thing," Frank answered. "This time we're going to do it differently though."
"Oh let's do it the same way again," Carla pleaded. "I really dug that. Well switch positions Jenny."
"No dice," Frank answered. "I'm giving the orders around here. I want you two to get down on your hands and knees so that I can alternate between your twats."
The two girls looked at Frank and realized that it would be wise to obey him. His prick was still rock-hard and seemed to have swollen beyond its normal hugeness. There was a strange look in his eye which was not at all comforting to behold. He looked like he was ready to eat them alive, as if only that could satisfy his lust.
Frank felt essentially the same way they imagined him to feel. He knew suddenly that he would never be satisfied, that these two vixens would stimulate to the point where he would fuck them to death. His prick was raging and nothing on earth would make his erection wilt.
The two girls dropped down into position and gave their captor a thrilling view of their asses. Four gorgeous pink buttocks were before Frank's eyes. Each set revealed a dripping pink slit and a tiny rosebud asshole, all for him to fuck at his leisure.
He decided to fuck Jennifer first. He would alternate between their cunts for a while and then switch to their assholes, giving them no warning and no opportunity to escape his clutches. More and more he was thinking in irrationally aggressive terms.
Jennifer sighed with relief as Frank's cock glided into her asshole. He hadn't meant to do it that way but the sight of that tiny pink flower was impossible to resist. Frank shrugged his shoulders and told himself not to worry. Things were still partly under his control.
This time Jennifer found that it was quite pleasant to take it up the ass. It hurt a little at first, but it was nice to feel the enormous weapon probing her so deeply, almost splitting her apart. She thought that she could even be brought to orgasm in that manner.
Frank gave her three or four strokes and then switched over to Carla, shoving his prick right into her dripping little cunt. She groaned with pleasure and moved her ass into him, digging her tits into the rough nap of the carpet on which she knelt.
Frank would draw back and then plunge forward, shoving his cock in with incredible violence and twisting it around her in a way that would destroy a lesser woman. Carla seemed absolutely immune to pain and it was a pleasure to be able to fuck her like that.
Frank was beginning to go out of his mind with lust.
His thoughts went in a dizzying spiral, revolving around the thousands of positions he could use with these two females. There was just no end to it; he wouldn't ever be able to try all of them.
For the moment he was content to fuck the two young sexpots in that very mundane position he had suggested. What the hell, he told himself in a moment of lucidity, a cunt is a cunt no matter how it's presented. He could get his rocks off fucking them any way at all.
It was impossible to choose between the four available orifices which frustrated and flustered him completely. He tried to fuck them in order but forgot the arrangement as soon as one of them appealed to him on an unconscious level. It was just simply impossible to remember for two minutes which hole he had just finished fucking.
Nor were the girls any help to him. Both were greedy little sluts, willing to tell any lie to get his undivided attention. Actually, they had made a game of it and were taunting him in their own subtle way. In Frank's state of mind the irony was completely unperceived.
He stayed with Jennifer for awhile, discovering again that she was his favorite. Carla was just too cold and independent for his tastes. She was easy to turn on but seemed to think of him only as a machine. Jennifer was far easier to reach on an emotional level. It was never hard to get a rise out of her.
His huge prick slammed into Jennifer's cunt and Frank left it buried to the hilt, so that his wiry pubic hair brushed irritatingly against her wide open labia. Jennifer ignored the searing pain and moved her ass against him, feeling some of the hairs brushing her bunghole.
Frank pushed forward and then started to get to his feet, actually lifting Jennifer off the floor, so that she was hanging from his cock. Frank felt as if his weapon was made of tempered steel, as if nothing on earth could harm or bend it.
He put Jennifer down immediatedly, knowing that he would hurt her if they continued in that vein. She sighed with relief and invited him to fuck her at his own pace. She was near enough to orgasm not to worry about how he serviced her twat.
Frank reamed her cunt out for a while and then withdrew his prick completely, walking over to Carla and shoving it into her asshole. She was an amazing girl, he told himself. At the age of twelve she could have her bunghole reamed out without pain or damage. Not a single drop of blood stained that charming receptacle.
Carla moaned and groaned as he fucked her. She was not quite so immune to pain as he suspected but her will was so strong that she could force herself to tolerate any assault. The pain actually turned her on, increasing her pleasure to the breaking point.
Frank shoved his prick back into Carla's twat and the exhausted girl realized that she was ready to come. She shoved her ass backward, practically knocking Frank over with the force of her movement. He held onto her tightly, refusing to let his cock slide out.
He reamed her carefully and then Carla rewarded him by shooting her load, drowning his prick and balls with come so that some of the golden fluid ran down his thighs, all the way to the knee. He left his prick inside her for a few seconds and then withdrew it only after she had finally stopped moving her ass.
It was Jennifer's turn to be sent to heaven and Frank hurried over to her with his cock brandished in his hands. He wasted no time in shoving it into her cunt, knowing that it would not take a hell of a lot to get her going. She was beginning to moan already.
Jennifer strained every muscle in her body, desperately trying to pull more of his cock into her inflamed body. Her labia had become red and puffy, looking like a piece of old meat. She was beginning to dry out and wanted to come before it got too painful.
With Frank fucking her like that it was easy to do. She felt his cock slam into her uterus and then felt her pussy walls contract as she shot her load. She, too, drenched Frank's legs and genitals with a copious stream of hot frothing cunt honey.
Frank continued to fuck Jennifer's cunt until he, too, was ready to fire his salvo. His orgasm was not especially powerful this time, to the point where he actually felt cheated. His prick was still hard and ready and he decided to go right back to work on them.
"Hey, wait a minute," Carla told him. "Let's change positions. I'm getting sore from doing it this way."
"Shut your fucking mouth," Frank told her. "I'm the master here. You do what you're told or I'll wring your fucking neck for you."
Carla shut up immediately. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was in the clutches of a madman. Even with her limited experience, she could tell that his sex drive was abnormally strong. Who knew whether he would let them go home or keep them there all night, slaves to his uncontrollable lust.
He approached her directly, determined to punish the girl for her presumption. He held her buttocks closely together and then shoved his cock into the narrow passage until it entered her asshole. His encircling knees prevented Carla from spreading her legs.
In that posture, anal sex was incredibly painful, even for a stoic like Carla. Her asshole was closed shut except for the huge thick cock that was tearing it to pieces. She moaned aloud and started to beg for mercy, saying anything that came into her mind.
"Stop it," she pleaded. "I'll do anything for you. I'll blow you or fuck you another way. You're hurting me too much. I'm beginning to bleed. Please stop."
"He'll stop all right," a familiar voice shouted. "Let me get my hands on this fucking pervert."
It was Jennifer's father, drunk as usual, who had somehow managed to sneak into the house. He pulled Frank off the girl and began to berate the bewildered man, calling him every filthy name in his memory. Frank stood like a statue as the diatribe continued.
"You sick misfit," he began. "I'll have you lynched for this, you child fucker. You perverted degenerate scumbag. I'll cut your balls off."
"Says you, pop," Frank answered. "Well see who's going to get what done around here."
Frank raised his hand over his head and brought it down across the man's face. He staggered across the room and then balanced himself against the wall, immediately leaping forward to attack Frank. Unfortunately the object of his attack was more than ready for him.
Frank met the man with a hard right hand to the jaw. His legs went out from under him and Frank aimed a kick at his midsection that the man narrowly avoided. Somehow he managed to get to his feet and attack Frank again, this time with greater success. Frank had been sure that he would not get up again.
"Get him Daddy," Jennifer yelled. "He tried to kill us. Break every bone in his body."
The two girls stood against the wall and watched the rest of the fight. The two men were quite evenly matched. Jennifer's father was taller and stronger but Frank was twenty years younger and in far better condition. It was impossible to tell who was going to win.
Frank took a hard left to the eye and countered with a short right uppercut to the solar plexus. He took another good left and decided that things were getting out of hand. This guy was too strong for him and he was going to have to find a way to cut him down to size.
Frank backed up slightly, inviting the man to pursue him. As his opponent stepped into the trap, Frank raised his leg and kicked him in the balls, sending him down once and for all. The man remained conscious but was paralyzed with pain, unable to move a muscle, even to cover his body from attack.
"Now cocksucker," Frank told him, "I'll give you the pleasure of seeing your slut daughter suck me off. Her and her sick friend together."
He called the girls over to him and told them to get into position on their hands and knees. They would have to suck him off just as they had done earlier in the evening. Jennifer tried to run over to her father but Frank warned her not to do so.
"Stay away from him," Frank commanded her. "You do as I say from now on. I want you girls to put on a real good show for Daddy. First thing I want you to do is lick my toes so he can see what a good slave you are."
"I won't do it!" Jennifer shouted. "You can't make me!"
"Listen dear heart," Frank told her, "you do it or I'm going to rip his balls off and hang them on the wall. I've taken enough shit from you two."
"Do what he says," Carla cautioned. "He's getting dangerous. Don't let him get angry at you."
Jennifer looked over at her father and then sank to the ground to her hands and knees. She lowered her head and let her long pink tongue slide out of her mouth and make contact with Frank's bare toes. She licked them carefully, trying to avoid the foul taste.
Frank continued to bark at her, commanding the poor girl to lick under the nails and clean him off properly before he made her father do it instead. Jennifer was forced to obey, knowing that he would make good on his threats. All of this was her fault and she didn't know how she'd ever go home again.
Frank then ordered her to eat out his asshole, turning around so that her father could get a good view of the action. He bent over forward and shoved his ass out, spreading his buttocks with his hands. Poor Jennifer had no choice but to do his bidding.
She snaked her long pink tongue into his asshole and ate it out greedily, noticing to her horror that she really enjoyed doing it in her father's prescence. She and Frank were two of a kind she realized, fated to meet each other and see their passion through to the end.
She finished licking his asshole and stood up to receive the next set of orders. Frank was delighted with her willing compliance. That and the presence of her father was turning him on more and more. More than that, he was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
His passion had now devolved onto Jennifer. He had no more desire for Carla or for any other girl. He could not refuse Jennifer but if he got out of town that very night he would never have to see her again. Then he could start a new life with more normal interests.
He thought that he had escaped at last and was almost tempted not to have Jennifer blow him before her father. But something told him to go through with it, that he had to see things to the end. Otherwise, he might not get the perversion out of his system.
Jennifer was down on her knees before him, looking up with an expression of complete understanding. He thought that she was reading his mind, although in that case she would not have looked so happy and content. There wasn't a chance on earth that he would take her to California now that he understood her.
Jennifer took his prick and guided it to the back of her throat. It felt great to be sucking him off like that, especially before the unbelieving eyes of her father. It probably wouldn't be hard to put on an act, pretend that she was being forced to do it.
Then she could come home eventually and tell them that he had raped her and Carla, lured them to his house with some sort of false promise. They would believe her because they wanted to. Otherwise, they would have to accept the fact of her rampant sexuality.
She forgot all about her thoughts as the big cock went all the way into the back of her throat. She opened up wide and let it slide in to the hilt, noticing that her father was staring at her in astonishment. He still couldn't move but was now more aware of things around him.
Frank held Jennifer by the head and forced her to hold on to the full length of his enormous cock. Then he allowed it to slide out slightly, noticing that she was reluctant to relinquish even the base of his weapon. She began to suck him off again immediately, using every impassioned stroke she knew.
Frank shoved his prick all the way into her mouth and felt her arms encircling his ass. Her hands were soft and warm and loving. They had caressed his body a million times but would never do so again. He would never see the little angel again, as long as he lived.
Jennifer's lips stretched to take him all in and her face turned red and sweaty before long. Frank seemed absolutely tireless, fucking her mouth with an energy that belied the two exhausting hours they had already shared. She wondered what she had to do to make him come.
Frank actually did not make the luscious beauty wait for very long. His prick moved faster and faster as he thought of his impending departure. He shoved it in one last time and celebrated his final orgasm of the night. The come shot out of his prick in three discrete streams.
Jennifer tried to get it all down but felt as if she was being drowned in the stuff. She spit out his prick and received the final libation all over her face. The semen rocketed into her eyes and nose and she could hardly raise the strength to wipe it away.
"Well, take it easy everybody," Frank announced. "Sorry I can't take you with me Jenny, but you better take care of your father. Take it slow, Carla."
"Don't go!" Jennifer shouted.
"Sorry, kid," Frank told her. "I got to get my ass out before the posse shows up."
Frank walked out the door and decided to abandon his luggage and belongings. The less he remembered of that place, the better. He pulled his coat on and began to run in the direction of the railway station, singing to himself as he proceeded.
Frank reached the station within fifteen minutes, giving him plenty of time to catch the midnight train to Los Angeles. He bought his ticket and sat down in the lobby to read a magazine while he waited. There was only one other passenger in the waiting room.
He couldn't help but notice the man. It was the schoolteacher, Mr. Smith, whom he had met a few months ago. The poor guy looked scared and he had so much luggage with him that you couldn't escape the thought that he too, was in the process of blowing town.
"What's going on?" he asked, sliding over to the man. "You look like the law's on your tail."
"I might as well tell you," he answered. "I got an anonymous letter yesterday and I have to leave."
"What kind of letter?" Frank asked.
"I was fucking one of my students and somebody must have spied on us," Mr. Smith answered. "I felt that I just had to leave."
"I know just how you feel," Frank answered. "I had a little thing going here too, that just blew up on me. We can fly the coop together."
The two men sat down together to pass the time and each took his turn in explaining what had happened. Oddly enough, the names of their various partners never came out, as if each man were treasuring it and refusing to share even the sound.
Frank walked off by himself to think things over for a few minutes. It was comforting to know that someone else shared his perversion but he wondered if it hadn't been more of an accident than anything else for Mr. Smith. The guy didn't seem to feel an attraction for young girls with the same intensity Frank did.
He thought back all the way to his youth, to the way it had started on the beach. Who could tell what had happened to Martha. Probably it hadn't affected her that strongly. She was rich and privileged and could always bury her past behind those shields.
He had to live with it and it struck him that so far, he had gotten out of things rather easily. Glenda, for example, a girl whom he had taken his pleasure of and then left without a further thought. She too, had quickly disappeared from his life.
Frank heard a whistle at that point as the train pulled into the station. Well, there was no reason to get on board immediately. It would stay for twenty minutes and he wanted to savor a last impression of the town he was escaping after so many weird adventures.
He would never see Martha again he realized. Nor would he ever run into Judy and Carla, the other two girls he had been fucking in Laneville. Already the two of them were fading in his memory, even though he had just left the arms of the latter.
At that point, he thought finally about Jennifer. There was no doubt about it, she was the girl who had reached him most intensely, probed the deepest into his secret desires. It had all come down to her magnificent body in the end and now he was about to escape that final temptation.
He headed for the train and saw that Mr. Smith was having trouble with his baggage. He grabbed hold of two suitcases and helped him walk to the train. Mr. Smith thanked him profusely, still nervous as a cat over making his getaway.
Then they were standing at the train waiting to board. Frank heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like approaching footsteps but he was sure that that was only his guilty conscience speaking. Then he saw something that almost knocked him off his feet.
Jennifer came running up to him, carrying a suitcase, completely out of breath. It was easy to tell that she had run the whole way from his house, probably leaving her father in Carla's hands. It was impossible, just after he was sure that he had left her.
"Come on!" she screamed. "Help me onto the train. I've got to get out of here too."
"Get away from me!" Frank shouted, going completely to pieces. "I don't want anything to do with you. I have to get away from you."
"Tough shit," Jennifer answered. "We're getting out of here together, just like you promised."
Frank stepped aside to let her onto the train and Jennifer quickly took him by the arm. She led the confused man to a seat in the corner, far out of the range of vision of Mr. Smith.
Frank sat beside her, completely demoralized by her presence. He would never be able to get rid of her now and of course, she would be a perpetual reminder of his need for young girls. He closed his eyes and waited for the long train ride to begin.
If he were able to, he would have hoped to be able to go back and start all over with the happenings and occurences which had led to his end. He knew that if he had known the consequences of some of his acts he never would have done them in that manner, and he wished for a chance to rework the life which had led him to the uncomfortable position which he was in now.
But he had hope, too, for he knew that even the darkest futures could still be brightened up by something unknown and delightful still to come. Just as the unknown had been responsible for his being as unhappy as he was at the moment, so there was always a possibility that it would do him a good turn in the times to come.
The train lurched ahead caring not for the passengers' comfort or safety. He watched the scenery go by through the window, and the children waving at the passing train made him smile. They still had trust in the world that things could turn out for them. If he could get to that point again he would be a happy man for a change. All he had to was try. He knew he could do it if he wanted to badly enough.
