Gillian Nash turned on the bed, her long, raven black hair on the pillow framed a hart-shaped face that would cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her sky blue eyes were set slightly apart, and she had a dainty, upturned nose, a full ripe mouth, and a round dimpled chin, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory complexion. But at the moment, her lovely face was drawn with lines of worry and dejection, and calm sleep escaped her, making her toss fretfully, moaning occasionally in a soft, sighing voice, her hair over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay heavily back against it. A thin sheet covered her body from the warm Oregon summer breeze that blew gently in from the open window.
She had the body of a lush Aphrodite, its provocative curves traced in detail through the gossamer, clinging sheet. It barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long full-swelling thighs; breath-taking curved calves tapered down to thin, well-formed ankles. I was a body that would attract admiring attention from the most discriminating of men ... and envy from women.
Gillian was worried for her daughter Tansy. It was Saturday night ... date night for all the girls in Tansy's high school ... and her fifteen year old child was, like the others, out. That's all it ever seemed she was, Gillian mused. Gillian wasn't afraid that Tansy was promiscuous or anything terrible like that; Tansy had been a virgin at the last checkup, according to Doctor Young, and she was a good girl by nature. But Gillian was well aware of the traps and snares young people could fall into in this permissive age, and she had the natural fears which mothers, especially widowed mothers raising their children alone, have about the recklessness of innocent youth. And Tansy was dating Jason Hargrove, a boy older and obviously more experienced, and definitely not one to protect a girl, not if he could have his way with her. Jason had been the basis of many a fight between her and Tansy, for Gillian thought the boy was too good looking for his twenty-one years of age, almost overwhelmingly masculine like a young Romeo, and there was something about him not trustworthy, though Gillian couldn't put her finger on exactly what. Tansy, on the other hand, defended the few times he'd taken her out, saying that her mother had been watching too many police programs on television lately. Gillian could only hope and pray that her daughter's infatuation with the handsome youth would die a quick death, and she would get a puppy-love crush on some younger boy closer to her own age and class.
Not that Tansy was a child any longer. Gillian had often seen Tansy naked in the shower and dressing in her bedroom next door, as well as in her skin-tight bikini arrd nearly transparent nylon underthings, and even a casual glance made it obvious that the girl was mature physically. And Gillian had looked, in spite of an inner sense of embarrassment at such brazen examination, because she was proud of having produced such a fine offspring, and because it was her only physical, tangible proof of her and her late husband's love for each other. She was drawn with love and tenderness, and yet ... there were times when she'd watched Tansy's snub-nosed, freckle-faced innocence and wondered if perhaps she was emerging into maturity a little too fast.
Just that evening, Gillian had passed Tansy's open door, and seen her standing in front of the dresser, selecting a clean pair of panties from one of the drawers. Tansy was naked, still radiantly rosy from her shower and buffing with a towel, and Gillian had been able to see all of her firm young body in perfect detail. She had paused, smiling wistfully, thinking that she had looked much the same when she was her daughter's tender age. Tansy's slightly lighter black hair was long and straight, and fanned down over her shoulders and narrow back, framing a face which was much like her mother's, though slightly rounder and with her father's protruding lower lip, which gave her an almost perpetual little-girl pout. Gillian could see her conical young breast beating with the rhythm of her heart, solid and upright, not as large but not as developed as her own; her flat belly and cute navel and the gentle sloping to her thighs, where a triangle of softly curling pubic hair covered her vagina; then down, to shapely tapering legs and small ankles. Then Gillian had been able to see the thin cuntal valley between her daughter's slightly spread thighs, had watched with a small tingling sensation she wasn't able to understand as she followed with her eyes the still unbroken vaginal slit with its coral smoothness and the little, limp clitoris nestled coyly in the moist, warm folds of her virginal young flesh.
Isn't there, she'd thought to herself as she stood by the door, a time when a child is supposed to be a child? To be innocent and foolish, free of the curse of maturity? Has Tansy grown up too fast, especially now, without a father to help guide and counsel her with proper authority? And then she had laughed at herself. The world was simply spinning faster these days, that's all. If a fifteen year old girl was eating better now, was getting better education and sports than before, then who was she to hold back her development? Stop worrying....
But Gillian couldn't find the energy to even smile now, as she lay in bed waiting for her daughter's return, much less laugh again. She was worrying....
And the young mother was dejected as well. She was a good woman in her own mind, a respectable widow with a child to raise, who had successfully placed sex in the back of her mind since her husband had died in a trucking accident while hauling some freight across country. Stoically, she had faced the twelve months from that fateful day when she'd received the fateful phone call with only the memories of Fred's wonderful love-making, and his delightful ways of causing her the utmost joy, vowing to remain chaste until she might remarry ... as she had remained a virgin until her wedding night with Fred. Again, she tossed fretfully on the bed, kicking the sheet unconsciously until it was most of the way off of her body, the summer warmth not as hot as her own inner fires. She kept asking herself if she should go on like this, denying herself the love of a decent man ... if she could continue denying herself this way. When a woman is widowed early in her married life, how much does she owe her child? Can romance life in life at thirty-five and after?
Though it was dark outside, she was able to see dimly by the ghostly light of a streetlamp in front of her modest house. She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to take deep breaths in an effort to will her body quiet and relaxed so she could sleep, and the slight breeze played over her now exposed flesh. She could see her own full contours stretching down in front of her. She was still beautiful, she had to admit. The rounded peaks of her firm breasts stood up defiantly and she could look through the canyon between them down to the soft dark pubic triangle at the juncture of her thighs. She was proud of it ... and yet, she thought, it was the reason for all of her insomnia now. she lay back down, still conscious of her nakedness, and she placed her palms under her full breasts and lifted them still higher until they stood out in full bloom. She held their nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them gently into erection. It was exciting to remember that Fred had done the same with his strong, warmly loving fingers many times in the past, and the very recollection of her husband's love aroused her. Her hands moved down from her breasts to the smoothness of her stomach, though the soft ebony patch of her gently throbbing vaginal mount, and across her well-rounded thighs.
She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself and squirming her body this way, and color flushed in her cheeks shuddering from the movements of her softly massaging hands. No ... no ... I mustn't she warned herself, and with some difficulty, and forced herself to stop the warm strokings. She groaned and turned over on her stomach, pressing the sensitivity of her clitoris tightly in the mattress, attempting to relieve the fire that was beginning to rage there.
* * *
Fred Nash's penis was in view now ... big, and thickly swollen with his lust for her body, hard as iron and jutting from his muscular body in open abandoned display of his excitement. Gillian quivered, telling herself to stop thinking such lewd, sickly erotic scenes, yet as she lay heavily on her vividly pulsating stomach, holding her breath, she continued to feel a strange series of involuntary sensations churning deep in her belly and loins as the prurient images filtered like a stag movie through her head. Her breasts ached and her tiny nipples grew redder and hardened like little diamond chips as she imagined her husband coming forward, crawling on the bed....
A tender agony of delicious fire swirled through her vagina and womb, in spite of her inner revulsion at the lewdness and clarity of the pictures she was forming in her aroused mind. Her hands, against her will, burrowed down between her body and the bed and groped at the excitedly pulsing curls of her pubic hair. Her legs scissored open, her toes dangling down over either side of the wide bed. She could feel her own moist pussy slit beneath her pubic hair palpitating hotly now against the tips of her fingers which were drawing the narrow, hair-fringed furrow open, exposing the lips of her aching cunt to the warm air. With a groan from her widely open mouth, she slowly, teasingly, sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the thin, vertically moistened opening. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was only a short moment. The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She slowly, carefully worked in another finger, drawing her knees under her and then raising up in a kneeling position, with her buttocks high in the night air. The squeak of the bedsprings became more violent as she hand-fucked her fingers hungrily up into the moistness of her husband's, Fred's penis as he had once fucked her.
The images in her mind of their nakedly locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked back on her knees against her fingers, three of them now, screwing them deeper into herself. She could see her husband's huge, thickly glistening shaft ramming its way into her clasping cunt, sinking through the soft pubic curls like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole, and her gasps began to match those of hers when she had been grinding her buttocks up beneath his racing body, surging her own sweating white thighs upwards into his loins in her own desperate search for orgasm. She wanted everything she had once had. She wanted to be split again by his rampaging cock. She wanted to be fucked. Oh, God, how she wished Fred was once again with her, pumping his own cum-filled penis into the hot, searing cuntal passage up between her legs. Oh God! Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the massive rod which had fucked her so manfully, so beautifully in days gone past, and she had to have more ... but there were only her fingers. In desperation, she reached up behind and down over her moon-shaped buttocks with her other hand and searched the smooth west crevice, then wormed a finger deep into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Oooohhhh, God!" she gasped aloud as a sharp pain lanced through her bucking flesh, then stilled for a moment, only to take up the rhythm of the bedsprings again, her upper body braced against the top of her head digging into the mattress. Her full white tits hung down, their nipples brushing sensuously against the bottom sheet as they swayed heavily and excitedly beneath her slavishly kneeling body. Electric tingles of pleasure shot through her nerves as she pictured herself, legs spread wide, twisting and writhing nakedly under the handsome, muscular body of her husband. Her face colored crimson as she felt her climax approaching ... rushing at her with a great road ... and she hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of release, her whole body vibrating.
And then the white hot juices of her vaginal secretions gushed warmly around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand, and running down her smoothly tensed inner thighs and legs to soak the mattress below. She could feel it rivulteing in tiny prickly streams down, and she stayed that way, her whole body quivering helplessly on her hands and knees, for some time, her buttocks still swaying in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still desperately clenching vagina until the last dying throbs of her explosively delicious orgasm had stilled in her flesh. At last she slithered her fingers wetly from her satiated cunt, and she rolled limply over to her side, the ever-present feeling of guilt crawling over her as it always did after her futile bouts with her conscience. She has to learn to control herself, to stop her self-manipulations.
Thank God, she was alone and nobody knew. She was ashamed of her actions enough as it was. Her spent body curled into a tight, womb-like ball, and lethargy from her release flowed over her, letting sleep glide smoothly through her tortured and confused mind....
Then she heard the front door close, the sound of feet walking across the tiled floor between the entrance hall and the living room. There was a slight pause. And then she heard the unmistakable sound of Tansy. Her daughter was giggling! She heard her distinctly, a tittering, girlish squeal coming through the walls. Tansy was home, and she had brought that boyfriend of hers with her! What was that Jason Hargrove doing to her to make her giggle like that?
Another peal of laughter rippled through the otherwise silent house. Gillian sat up in bed stiffly, clutching the sheet to her breasts almost defensively. Whatever he was doing to her daughter out in the kitchen, she was enjoying it ... perhaps too much? A tiny shock of concern passed through the lovely mother, making her spine shiver with apprehension. Could Tansy be allowing advances to be made to her? No, that was too silly to imagine. But the thought persisted, and Gillian found herself imagining Tanxy kissing the youth, as she had kissed Fred long, long ago before they were married. Then she recalled the other things she'd let him do to her, and suddenly she got very worried again.
Gillian moved around and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what she should do, if anything. She didn't want to make a fool of herself if nothing was wrong, and it could be perfectly innocent out there. She listened. There was quiet again, and then she heard a muffled mewling, followed by a long sign of pleasure. Without turning on the lamp, she groped her way through the darkness of her bedroom to the door, pressing her ear tightly against it to see if she could hear anything more. There was the unmistakable rustling of clothing and a soft kind of whimpering, but it was impossible to tell exactly from the sounds what was going on. She hesitated again, telling herself that if something was drastically wrong, Tansy would scream for help. She would certainly hear that! Her hand was frozen on the door knob as she waited silently, unable to make up her mind what to do.
A long, low moan suddenly was discernible from the kitchen. This convinced her, and without further delay, she took her bathrobe from the chair in which she'd folded it hours earlier and slipped it around her still warmly throbbing body, belting it around her waist with its satin cord. Yes, she would just take one quick look quietly so as not to disturb them if everything was all right.
She silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully, stepping out on the carpeted hallway in her bare feet. She padded through the shadows to where she could peer into the living room and then leaned against the wall so she wouldn't be seen.
She could see Tansy, her lush young body vibrant in a pair of tight blue levis and thin, almost gauze-like light blue sweater. Her dark hair hung down her front, curling around the cup of one protruding breast provocatively. She looks very sensual that way ... almost brazen! her mother realized with a shock. Then Jason Hargrove came into her view. He was tall, wide, and his muscular body was displayed openly in the skintight covering of a white tee shirt. As usual, he wore jeans and loafers, the jeans shrunk to accent his lithe, almost obscenely well-developed thighs and legs. He crotch was full and the faded blue material of his pants cupped it so tightly that Tansy's wide-eyed mother could actually follow the outline of his penis against the bulge of his testicles!
Before she could react further, her shocked ears heard Tansy sigh, "Kiss me, Jason Ooohhhh, kiss me like that again...."
Hungrily, the boy gathered the young teenager into his strong arms and embraced her. Tansy had her back to her mother at that moment, her heaving breasts buried in her young boyfriend's massive chest, their arms entwining. They kissed and nuzzled one another, squirming their eager young bodies together passionately, and Gillian choked back a moan of shock, her eyes transfixed on the scene in front of her, her hands sweating uncontrollably.
She could see the sensuously quivering flesh of her daughter's smooth, taut buttocks, her shapely thighs as she arched her loins into the boy named Jason's groin, her upper legs pressing and griding against him seductively.
A low moan came from the girl, as Jason mashed his lips heavily down on her mouth, both of them oblivious to the fact that her mother was watching horrified but a few feet away, seeing the madly working cheeks of their faces as they sucked and rolled their tongues freely in one another's open mouths. Then Jason reached one hand down and softly grapsed one of Tansy's excitedly throbbing buttocks, cupping it lovingly, running his fingers tantalizing over the barely covered flesh.
"No ... no, don't do that, Jason," she heard Tansy gasp.
"Why not, baby? You know you love it."
"I ... I told you before, Jason. I'm ... I'm not that kind of girl," she whimpered, shivering uncontrollably, gasping for breath.
"All girls are that kind of girl," he teased. The boy began to move his other free hand around to the front now, gently pushing up the hem of her sweater in an obvious attempt to cup one firm, throbbing young breast in a sensual, delight-producing squeeze. "All girls are," he whispered wetly into her mouth. "Unless they're in diapers. And baby, from what I've been feeling of you, you're not in diapers any longer...."
"Darling," the beautiful girl managed to hiss.
"No", you promised not to do this...."
"I've got to have you, Tansy," he panted in return. "God, you drive me crazy, you know you do. Holding out all the time until I could climb the walls. Baby ... I've got to fuck you!"
Fuck! The obscene word burned through Gillian Nash's tormented mind as she stared frozen to the spot. He wanted to ... to fuck her daughter! But his actions, and the lewdness of his aroused phrases didn't seem to repulse the abjectly watching older woman, rather, the sexual display was having the opposite effect on her body. She could feel a tingling warmth deep in her belly, and the soft folds of flesh around her vaginal lips began to secrete moisture again....
"No, Jason. And I mean it if you don't!" Tansy replied frantically. "M ... mother might come out and catch us!"
"To hell with your damned Puritan mother," he growled, losing still more of his control. "You told me yourself that you were sick of the way she hounded you all the time about us, treating you like some 'too good little china doll.'"
"She does...." Tansy moaned, and the thought of how her mother protected her against her will seemed to soften her resolve, and she leaned heavily against the youth, allowing his groping hands free play across her tender young buttocks and breasts. Gillian watched, her heart pounding with anguish. Was her daughter really thinking things like that?
How could she, when it was only for her own good....
"Then, c'mon, baby, and let's make tonight the night of nights," Jason Hargrove whispered passionately. "Let's go to that big wide couch in the living room and have a peek at that hot little cunt of yours. It's time, baby ... and I can't wait any longer, I swear to God I can't!"
Gillian knew that the time was now ... that she had to find the strength to rush in and tear them apart. She was unable to control her own rising emotions any longer. Her own nipples beneath her robe were hard once again, and she could feel tiny involuntary sensations of pleasure coursing through her breasts and loins. She was aroused by the sight of her daughter and her boyfriend dry-fucking vertically on the living room floor, aroused impossibly ... and the realization that if she continued to watch and Jason did win out over Tansy's violent protests, she would surely and inevitably be a witness to the lewd seduction of her only child, too excited to halt them. It was a shaming and disgraceful realization, and it made her quiver to the very marrow of her bones. She took a deep breath, but then....
"No! Please, Jason, no!" Tansy abruptly cried. "I won't let you, and it doesn't matter what my mother thinks. It's what I want!" She struggled a moment with his hands, pulling one with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin sweater, and wriggling from the grasp of the other. "I'd hate myself later! I know I would!"
Jason resisted, and then angrily, he pushed the girl away from him. "Jesus Christ, Tansy! You're nothing but a prick-teaser!"
Tansy, ashamed at how close she'd come in her own home, and humiliated by his stinging words, found tears welling in her eyes. "I have to be sure, Jason, can't you understand? I'm not one of your other round-heeled girl friends. I care who I give my virginity to. I need time ... and, and I need to make certain it's love."
The handsome youth groaned, gritting his teeth from his own wildly aroused desires. He'd blown his chances for tonight, he could see that. He'd been too fast for her, too insistent, just as he'd been before with her, and it was driving him crazy. The more she held out on him, the more he wanted this sweet little cherry naked and trembling next to him, and he vowed that he would get her, and when he did, he'd turn her every way but inside out. In a false display of chagrin and defeat, he signed, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.
"Yeah, you're right, Tansy," he muttered. "I just get carried away, touching you, that's all."
"I want to you touch me, Jason, but...." She bit her lip, stifling the urge to confess what his fingers and lips did to her, afraid that is she did, he might try again. She wasn't sure that if he did, she'd be able to stop him ... or herself. "You ... better say goodnight, Jason. It's kind of late."
"Yeah, sure."
She smiled at him, her nerves still keyed to a fine edge from her lack of satisfaction, but she was trying to not show him just how much he had really affected her. She pulled him to her and he kissed her. They held each other for a long moment, and then she followed him to the front door.
Her mother slipped silently back to her room and into bed, still trembling violently from what she had seen and heard. She tossed and turned, knowing that it would be better to face Tansy in the morning after both their ragged nerves were soothed by sleep, and they could talk a little more rationally. Talk they must. She could see that clearly, but would it do any good? Wasn't it painfully evident that her daughter resented her? Gillian suddenly realized that she didn't understand Tansy as she had thought she had, and that there was a communication gap between them that perhaps was too wide to ever be able to bridge. She sobbed to herself, hearing the front door close and her daughter slowly walk to her bedroom. Jason Hargrove was gone, at least for tonight, and the house settled into black silence once again. But the muscular, handsome boy wasn't gone from the tortured mother's thoughts, and even after she finally drifted into an uneasy slumber, she dreamed of him. His almost animalistic body so graceful and masculine beneath his clothing ... the way he had crushed Tansy to him and had almost taken her like a savage in some prehistoric jungle ... Gillian Nash whimpered in her sleep, starting to perspire wetly all over her lovely naked body....
CHAPTER TWO
Gillian awoke shortly past eight the following morning. The brilliant Oregon sun streamed in through the large open window, and the same breeze of the night before rustled the leaves of a rose bush sprouting beneath it. She rubbed the thick cotton of sleep from her eyes, reluctantly facing the new day, remembering as her mind focused clearly the events of the previous night. Her own wanton exhibition while envisioning her dead husband making love to her ... the lewd and obscene sight of Tansy and that horriid boy, Jason Hargrove, in the kitchen ... She shuddered, and quickly slipped out of bed, padding across to the sliding doors of her closet. Naked before the rack of clothes, she remembered again with scarlet shame her searching hand moving up into the velvet softness of her pubic triangle, and the intense delight of her fingers rubbing the swelling pink flesh of her vaginal lips, sliding in and out frenziedly as she brought herself to almost screaming orgasm. Then, shaking her head and shoulders as if struck by a sudden chill, she dressed quickly in a simple beige sheath and left the room to enter the kitchen.
Tansy wasn't up yet. She liked to sleep late on Saturdays, and after last night, Gillian could certainly understand why. The normally vivacious widow made herself some coffee and toasted a couple of slices of whole-wheat diet bread, then sat at the dinette and moodily contemplated her life, her only company the throaty whirring of the refrigerator beside her.
After witnessing the near love-making between her daughter and Jason, she knew that she was going to have to act. But how? she asked herself disconsolately. How could she get through the resentment and defensiveness Tansy had admitted was between them? She wasn't even sure she could find the reserves to treat the subject with rational calmness herself, much less instill it in her child.
Gillian was pondering these questions when Tansy entered the kitchen, tousle-headed, yawning, but dressed. She wore a lavender colored skirt, which accentuated the tanned leanness of her long, firm legs, and a thin jersey that her bra-encumbered breasts moulded curvaciously. She went over to her mother and gave Gillian a slight, automatic peck of a kiss on her cheek.
"Morning, Mom. Any coffee?"
"In the percolator," Gillian replied dully. "I made it fresh."
Tansy paused, sensing the cool, vague distance behind her mother's tone, and she pursed her lips, a frown replacing the last of the sleepiness in her sparkling eyes.
"Gee, is something the matter?" she asked with concern "You look awfully pale this morning. Are you feeling sick or something?"
"No," Gillian said. She blinked a couple of times, then looked up into her daughter's face. "No, I'm all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, if you say so." The lovely young teenager shrugged and poured herself a cup of steaming coffee from the chrome percolator on the drainboard. She brought it to the table and sat down, and for a long moment it was utterly still in the kitchen, though tension crackled in the air. It made her uneasy, and finally she burst out: There is, too, something wrong, Mother. Don't try and kid me. Tell me, will you?"
Gillian looked across at her daughter and slowly ran the tip of her tongue around her lips to moisten them, steeling herself for what she had to say. She said, "Tansy, last night...."
"Yes?" Tansy interrupted sharply. Oh God, is she going to bitch at me first thing this morning? "Is it that I came in so late? I couldn't help it, Mom. You know we all went out for something to eat after the dance. I told you we would before I left!"
"No ... It's not about the time you came in."
"Well, what then?"
The concerned mother took a deep breath and blurted out, "I heard you come in, Tansy. You woke me up, and ... and I heard some noises, so I came out to see ... and there you were, with Jason Hargrove."
Tansy stiffened, and a veil seemed to drop over her eyes, her face setting stonily, belligerently. "You saw us together?"
"Yes, and I saw everything. Everything, Tansy, and I heard everything, too."
"You spied on us!"
"I did no such thing!" Gillian retorted, shaken. "But it was a lucky thing I did happen to want to see you were all right, because ... because...." Her throat suddenly parched so dry that she was unable to force the words through it.
"Go on, Mom, say it!" Tansy flared back hotly. "Go on, say that you saw us kissing. Isn't that true? He was kissing me, hard, and what's more, I like it. I liked it a lot!" Her embarrassment was acute, but her young pride turned it to indignation rather than shame, and her cheeks burned with anger, her eyes flashing darkly across the table to her mother. "Can't you stand the idea of a boy's lips on your sweet little daughter? Is that it?"
"Tansy, it's not only the kissing, but he was fondling you! He had his hands on your breasts, child, and on your ... on your...." Again she choked at the words.
"On my ass, Mom," Tansy said crudely. "But since you were so damned interested in what was going on, then you also know that's as far as he got!"
"And his foul language," Gillian moaned, now shattered by the violence of her daughter's unleashed emotions. "His profanity...."
"He calls it as he sees it," Tansy rebuked. "Jason doesn't believe in the hypocrasies of your world, Mom; That's what our generation wants to end. But what difference does it make what he said to me? I'm still a virgin, remember? Don't worry about that, or do you want that dirty old Dr. Young to go poking around inside my pussy with his crawly old fingers again to prove it?"
"Tansy, calm down! Honey, I only want what's best for you. If your father was here, he'd be able to...."
"But he's not here!" Tansy cried derisively. "Dad's dead! Dead, killed in a stupid accident that never should have happened in the first place."
"Tansy!" Gillian's face blanced a sickly color of bleached four, and her hand flew to her open mouth in horrified shock.
"At least I'm the healthy one around here!" Tansy suddenly stood up, almost knocking over her coffee cup with her surging movement. "You want what's best for me? Leave me alone, Mom, that's the best thing you can do for me! Go find yourself a man and leave me alone with mine!" And with those final, bitter words, young Tansy Nash turned and ran out of the kitchen, impervious to the cries of her mother behind her. A moment later, the rear door slammed with a note of finality, and Gillian was left alone.
She sat stunned for a long time, staring at the doorway through which her young, headstrong daughter had just fled. Oh, God, what was she going to do? If only Fred was here. With a low moan of despair, the beautiful but shattered mother put her head down on her corssed arms and began to weep brokenly.
* * *
Steve Shelley glanced up from the morning paper when he heard the slam of the Nash's screen door, and he parted the curtains of the window beside him so he could look out. He saw the young, lithe form of Tansy Nash in her tight lavender skirt stumbling haphazardly out. Lecherously, he licked his thick lips; his eyes moved hotly over the soft, already full contours of the girl's finely curved young body, the taut firmness of her pear-shaped breasts jutting from the thin material of her jersy, the tight roundness of her slender buttocks as they jiggled provocatively as she ran. Tansy faltered by the edge of the garage, either panting heavily or perhaps crying, he couldn't tell which, but obviously she was greatly disturbed over something.
"Jesus," he mumbled half to himself, "would I like to get into that tender little pussy." Every time he saw her he was hungry for her, and as he gazed lewdly at the teenager across the lawn from him, his cock seemed to answer with a throbbing, grinding heat against the tight elasticitly of his pants. "Jesus, yes!" he sighed with relish.
Steve Shelly was a tall, well-built man only a few years older than Tansy's mother, with a shock of curly white-blond hair that constantly fell down over his forehead in a boyish lock and with a thick broad chest with well-developed pectorals, the result of his years as the wrestling coach at Hickson High School. Steve knew of Tansy Nash from school as well as from being her neighbor, though he didn't have her as a pupil. He had certain lewd ideas about someday starting an extra-curricular class in which the lovely young girl was his only student, and he could teach her what other sex education courses left out....
It wasn't entirely coincidence that Steve lived so close to the Nash's. Hickson was a small, old community only recently developing as suburbia extended its macadam and cement tentacles from the big city to the north. Modest income housing was short, and the tract in which they lived was one of the few which a teacher could afford. He had once lived in an apartment, but after the landlady had caught him in the swimming pool buck-naked with her daughter, he decided that his pleasures and pursuits required a more private location, and he had shopped around for a house.
He had tried a very soft, patient approach to the seduction of the provocatively innocent Tansy Nash all last year, knowing that a more brutal approach such as used by some of his wrestling squad might scare her away. Or worse, send her to her mother, and he would face expulsion and ruin, possibly jail. Up until now, Steve had only been able to become a soft of substitute counselor, something of a father figure to the girl, though he had managed to introduce her to the big stud, Jason Hargrove. If anyone could break through her resistance and fuck the living daylights out of that virgin cunt, Hargrove could, Steve figured, and in return for the matchmaking, Jason was to see that he, Steve, got his share. But so far, even Hargrove had not been able to break through the tender teenager's iron resolve to remain pure.
Steve Shelley folded his paper and put it aside, then stood and walked to his back door, wondering if there was some way he could turn the misery that was so evident on Tansy's face into a furthering of his future plans for the girl. He opened the door and stepped out on his short flagstone patio, setting his features into a mask of deep, humanitarian concern.
"Tansy," he called over to her. "Oh, Tansy!"
The teenager looked up, momentarily startled, her fresh young face streaked heavily with tears. Her jaw was set in volatile anger, and her whole body seemed to tremble slightly from being so upset. She looked at him with wide, blue eyes.
"I saw you from the window, Tansy,"
"Mr. Shelley...." Tansy, desperately seeking the guidance she had rejected venomously from her mother, rushed across the lawn to where the teacher stood. "Mr. Shelley, it's just awful!"
"Hey, now, it can't be all that bad," he said soothingly. "Why don't you come in and talk about it?"
Numbly, the girl nodded and stepped by him into his house.
Steve could see that she was on the verge of hysteria, and putting his arm around her, he steered her to the living room, where he sat her down on the couch. "Calm down, my dear, and tell me all about it."
"Mother ... She saw Jason and me together last night," she sobbed. "She saw us making out in the kitchen, and this morning she started a fat lecture about what an awful thing we'd been doing."
"Well, you know how mothers can be. It was bound to happen sooner or later. When it's time for the young to begin breaking the bonds with the nest. I told you that when I introduced you to Jason."
"But what can I do?" Tansy wailed. "I can't leave home, not yet. I have to stay there, but I won't give up seeing Jason, I won't! She'll try to make me, and ... everything will be ruined!"
"Now, my dear, it won't. Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, but leave everything to me."
"Can ... can you really do something about this, Mr. Shelley?"
The glimmering of an obscene plan was churning in the coach's mind. "I think I can," he said calmly, with a faint flickering smile playing across his mouth. "Yes, I think I can."
"What?"
"Well, naturally I'll have to talk to your mother."
"I don't want to be there when you do," she said shivering.
"You won't be, Tansy. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll phone Jason Hargrove now, and see if he'd like to take you out right now for all day, and that way you'll get your mind off this matter."
"Oh, I'd love that!" the girl cried, and she clapped her hands together joyously. "That would be wonderful!"
"And believe me, my dear," he added with a shadow of a grin, "when you come home tonight, things will be different. Very different!"
"You know, Mr. Shelley? I think you're just the man to do it!"
You bet I am, little girl, he thought secretly as he walked into another room to phone. He didn't want Tansy to hear what he was going to tell Jason Hargrove, because if she ever got the idea of what was in store for her, she'd run back to that lovely but prudish mother of hers like a flash. He looked up Hargrove's number. The youth was asleep and answered after a half-dozen rings with a thick, slurred voice.
"Hello?"
"This is Steve Shelley," the teacher told him. "Wake up and get over here. Tansy Nash's waiting."
"Now? At his time of night?"
"It's nearly ten in the morning. High time you finally got into her pants, too, boy, and there's not going to be any more fooling around being nice about it. The kid gloves are off, and you're going to give her the works ... if you can get yourself over here, that is."
"Jesus, coach, I'd like to, but she's been nothing but a pain in the ass. She won't stand for roughing up, and anyway, she'll tell her mother if I start tearing her clothes off like a cave-man."
"Do what I tell you, and there won't be any problem."
"But, I'd promised Bart Linwood to go over to his girl's house today, though. See, Wilma Casey's parents are away, and Bart got a hot new fuck film he wants to show. Should be fun. Wilma loves getting balled by two guys at the same time."
"So much the better," Steve Shelley chuckled. "Tansy knows Wilma from school, so she'll be that much more off guard, thinking that nothing can happen to her with the four of you together. I tell you, I've got a plan that won't fail."
"I don't know...." Hargrove said hesitantly. "I'd hate to screw up a day of fucking Wilma on the chance I can score with Tansy."
"Tell you what, Jason. Instead of selling you the usual lids of marijuana this time, I'll give you some special pot ... no charge ... that's been doctored with Spanish Fly. I save it for occasions like this, and if you can get her to smoke it, she'll turn on like a mink in heat, I guarantee!"
"Now you're cooking!" Hargrove said excitedly. "I'll grab my pants and be over. Hot damn, I can almost feel my cock up inside that sweet little cunt of hers already!"
"One more thing," the head coach put in. "Since I'm giving you the marijuana, you can see that Wilma lets me in her house before you and Tansy arrive. I'll be waiting and hiding when the fun starts."
"You planning to join in ... make it a five-some?"
"Use your head, Jason boy. Only way we're going to get away with this is to work on Tansy's tight-assed mother, too, so nobody will be spilling anything to the cops. I've got a feeling that after twelve months without a man, she's itching for a good fuck, but she'll need the right kind of encouragement, and I've got to be there when you shove your rod into her daughter's belly to get it. Me and my camera."
Jason Hargrove laughed crudely. "Blackmail! Good fuck, you bastard. Mrs. Nash's a damned fine cunt by the looks of her, by God. Hell, either of them bitches could give me a hard on that would ache all the way to my knees."
"Same here, Jason, and who knows? If my plan works, we might nail both of them together in a gang-fuck. Now, hurry on over."
"I'm on my way soon as I call Wilma," the youth said, his anticipation contorting his young voice and lewdly telegraphing his hotly excited thoughts.
Steve hung up the phone and smoothed his hair back, contemplating the plot he'd conceived in his mind. Christ, if it worked, it would be a literal tour de force! He wanted to fuck that luscious little teenager all right, but there was the other member of the Nash household whose panties he'd dearly love to strip off, whose soft and perfectly preserved feminine charms always elicited burning desire in his cock and testicles. Damn, but Gillian Nash was a lot of sensual woman, going to waste now that she was a widow. She was prime, and he, Steve Shelley was going to try his best to ram his prick up into her dark-haired cunt and show her what fucking was all about. And if everything went right, he'd soon be fucking her hot little daughter as well, and wouldn't that be a feather in his cap! Mother and daughter, both spreading their legs and opening their cunts for him....
He walked back into the living room to smile down at Tansy, aware that his cock was hard as a fence rail right now, just thinking about it, and his mouth had gone dry, while small beads of sweat started to form on his brow. Just a few more hours, he murmured to himself, and then you, darling girl, you and your lovely mother will be begging and begging....
* * *
Jason Hargrove's powerful Porsche sports car purred smoothly along the road. Tansy relaxed against the passenger seat and let her long raven hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip-stream of the car, feeling much calmer and relaxed now that she was miles away from her home and mother.
She gazed gratefully at Jason, pleased that he had cared enough ... especially after his disappointment last night ... to have driven over to pick her up for the day. She sighed, stretching out her arms, and said to him, "Well? Where are we heading?"
The youth grinned back at her. "You'll see, baby."
"No, tell me, Jason! I want to know what the prescription is going to be for my blues."
"Ain't going to be bad tasting, I'll say that," Hargrove taunted, and then he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Naw, I'll tell you," he said after a moment. "We've been invited to a party up at Wilma Casey's house. A small party, just us and Bart Linwood will be there, but the way I hear it, it will be a damned fine party. You game?"
Tansy regarded her handsome boyfriend quizzically. "I know Wilma from school a little bit. She's a grade ahead of me, so I don't pal around with her, but ... isn't she supposed to be sort of wild, Jason?"
"Well now, if you're scared...." Jason teased.
Jason's remark irked the girl. She was tired of being treated like a babe in arms, though she had to admit that this time it was her own fault, hesitating the way she had.
"I'd love to go," she said decisively. "I was just asking, that's all."
"I tell you now, baby, this ain't a party for kiddies."
"What do you mean?"
"There'll be some drinking, and Bart's bringing a stag film and things like that to get everybody nice and friendly and forgetting their troubles. Ever seen a stag film?"
"N. ... no, I haven't," she replied, her voice racking slightly. "A . .are they bad?"
"Depends on what you call bad," the boy chuckled. "They get one nice and heated up if you let them. So if it would scare you, tell me now. It would be a bad scene, baby, if you chickened out when the fun and games began."
Tansy considered herself old enough to handle any situation, and besides, what harm could a little drinking and watching a sex movie do? She'd been able to stop Jason's advances all the times before, hadn't she? Anyway, Wilma would be there, and nothing really terrible would happen with the two of them...."I said I wanted to go, and I do, Jason Hargrove," she said defiantly. "I'm here for a good time, aren't I?"
"Good girl," he chuckled again. "I'd hate to have to sit through one of those things without some good female company. We've a little time though, because Wilma said not to come until noon. She's fixing lunch for us."
"That's nice of her," Tansy said.
"Wilma's a very nice girl," Jason replied, the thin smile on his handsome young face was hidden from the girl beside him as he turned a left-hand corner and sped across town to the park. "Let's kill the time watching the sailboats, okay?"
"Okay!" Tansy agreed heartily, but in spite of her efforts, the haunting feeling wouldn't go away that perhaps she shouldn't have been so eager to agree. But it was too late now. She had committed herself, and she would not back down....
The hours until noon passed quickly for the young girl. Jason was at his nicest, talking a blue streak in an effort to cheer her up, the day was beautiful and hot without being overly muggy, and park was lovely....
The Caseys came from one of the better sections of Hickson and their house was a lovely and spacious plantation style of white house with large white pillars. Wide, rolling grounds bordered it, much as the park had bordered the sail-boat pond, with a magnificent swimming pool and a tennis court tucked away between large old trees and a miniature mountain of stone from which a landscaped stream and waterfall gushed pleasantly. Tansy had never been to such a beautiful home, and was fascinated by it from the moment they entered the long drive to arrive before the massive font doors.
Wilma Casey was a tall, bonde-haired girl with rich-swelling breasts like melons ripe on the vine, and curving hips with seductively swaying buttocks and long, limber legs. She was wearing an extremely brief pair of shorts that failed to cover the entirety of her round, moon-shaped ivory buttocks, and they curved in so that they emphasized the crevice betwen her asscheeks blatantly. From the front, they snugly molded her full, fleshy vaginal lips, indicating without any question the contours of her young pubescent cunt. Tansy had a hard time keeping her eyes modestly away from the other girl's pussy, her mind once more dwelling on the stories she heard about the "wild" Miss Casey and her promiscuous ways. There'd never been any proof, but it was hard not to think that Wilma and Bart Linwood weren't ... well, weren't lovers!
Wilma had come around the side of the house bare-footed, a tall frosted glass in her slim hand and a cheery smile on her face, and had been waiting for the Porsche to pull to a halt. She came over to the small car. "Hi, Jason," she said in a throaty purr. "Oh, and it's good to see you again, Tansy. You've never been here before, have you?"
"No, Wilma," Tansy said, pleased at the way she'd been greeted. Of course she'd never been here, but it was a nice greeting, nevertheless.
"Well, you'll just have to come more often," Wilma said lightly, and then she waved in the direction from which she'd come. "Bart's waiting on the sun-deck. He's been swimming." As the three of them went around the side to the porch, Wilma asked. "You want to go swimming, Tansy?"
"I didn't bring a suit, I'm afraid."
"Well, Bart didn't either, but one of my dad's fitted him." She laughed and added, "Dad's a lot thinner and shorter, so it didn't fit too well, but enough to cover the important parts, at least!"
The path ended in a long, narrow grotto, floored with more of the lush greenery, and fronting the small quarry and waterfall and the tiled swimming pool. Beneath three graceful willows trees were several brightly colored lounge chairs and chaise lounges, and in one of the chairs, his feet on a white metal table, was Bart Linwood.
Tansy had never met Linwood before, since he was a friend of Jason, and similarly out of school by a few years. His brown hair was thick and shaggy, and at the moment still damp from his swimming, and as he stood up to greet them, his eyes seemed to bore into her with an odd maliciousness which made her tingle reflexively. It was almost as if he was mentally stripping her Levi shorts off of her, leaving her naked and defenseless! And Lord! Wilma hadn't been joking about the swimming trunks, either! They were elastic, a yellow-green which looked as if they'd been painted around his bronzed, hard-muscled thighs. They were lower than where she wore her bikini bottoms, and the hard, bas relief outline of his limply curled penis strained at the stretched thin material, threatening to tear it in half. Why, it shows everything he has! Tansy thought prudishly.
Wilma went over to Bart, and he placed his arm around her waist, his fingers playing familiarily on the satiny surface of her flesh that was exposed between her skirt and bolero top. "Bart, this is Tansy Nash," Wilma introduced, moving her body closer to his, rubbing herself against him like a seductively purring cat.
"Well, well, you're the Tansy Jason's been bragging about." His cool grey eyes appraised her in an almost predatory way, and Tansy saw that his gaze seemed almost to caress her jutting breasts.
"Can I pick them, buddy, or can I pick them?" Jason said, sitting down with a swagger.
"You can certainly pick them, Jason!" Bart agreed ardently.
"Let's get the show on the road," Wilma interjected. "Look, you get the pitcher you left in the cabana, Bart, and I'll bring out the lunch." She turned to Jason and Tansy. "I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry, pussy-cat," Bart said, and walked away.
"I'm starving," Tansy agreed. "I didn't have any breakfast."
"This should make up for it," Wilma said, "You wait right here."
Soon platters of hot, spicy pork appeared, along with a tartly dressed salad and a salty bread which Tansy couldn't identify. Along with the food was a rum cocktail, and it was only after a little hesitation that Tansy slaked her thirst with the cooling drink.
The young girl didn't care for the taste of alcohol, but the cocktail mix successfully masked it from her, and before she knew it, she was on a second large tumbler-full of the brownish drink. She drank it down promptly, as if it was a Coke and not a potent liquor, only to find that Bart was again topping her glass, winking at her as he poured. The rum began to take its toll, and she started to experience a general physical relaxing of her body, the tension of the morning evaporating from her flesh. Some of her mental reservations slowly disappeared as well, and surprisingly, by the end of the meal she was finding that she was in rapport with the three others as if she'd been friends with them a long time. She giggled, looking at Jason now and then, and seeing that his handsome face was slightly flushed, and he was grinning crookedly.
She realized that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the rum, but she didn't care. She didn't care at all. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, and felt giddy and lightheaded, almost carefree. She was glad that she'd come. Bart wasn't half as bad as she'd first thought, and Wilma was very nice, very sweet and kind.
Bart went into the house to mix a fresh batch of cocktails, and when he came back, he again favored the young teenager with a profligate smile, his eyes once more treaveling the width and breadth of her creamy, firm body.
"Yeah, buddy," he said to Jason, "she's really something!"
Tansy blushed under his frank examination. "T ... thank you," she said in a faltering tone, lowering her eyes.
"That calls for a drink," Jason said, and took the pitcher to pour the four glasses full again. "Everything calls for a drink!"
"Damned right it does," Wilma agreed. "Drink up everybody. There's plenty more where these came from." She laughed heartily, never telling the innocent little virgin bitch across from her that she was laughing at her. The lunch was not because she liked to cook. It was because she'd been briefed about the plan to seduce Tansy Nash and knew that the salty, spicy foods would cause more drinking. And leave it to an inexperienced girl to guzzle the rum like it was soda-pop! It was a kick, being in on the seduction of this naive young girl, and the thought of all the things Jason was going to do to her with his cock made the smooth fleshy walls of her own cunt tingle and secrete slightly, wetting her panties as it trickled slowly down from her vaginal lips. And Christ ... then there was Steve Shelley downstairs, hiding in the closet with his Polaroid camera! Jesus, this should be one damned wild afternoon! And the young wanton laughed loudly again.
Jason wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. "Whew," he said. "Is it getting hotter, or is it just me?"
Bart grinning. "A little of both, I think. Why don't we go inside now, and I'll show the movie I got from Sweden last week?"
"Good thinking," Wilma said. "Later we can sit out here when it cools down a bit. I've got Dad's movie machine and screen all set up in the basement, and we'll be plenty comfortable down there."
"Tansy was thoroughly enjoying herself, and no longer had any fear of seeing the stag film. She had been beginning to wonder when they were going to see this hot movie she'd been warned about, and had to admit to herself as she rose and walked with Jason inside the house that now she was actually anticipating it.
* * *
The four of them went down a broad flight of stairs to a lavishly decorated play room, done in red velvet and knotty pine paneling, with a luxurious deep-pile carpet on the floor. Bart, who was carrying the pitcher of rum punch and Wilma were barefoot. Jason and Tansy kicked off their shoes and sat down on one of the long low couches that were on either side of the Super 8 motion picture projector, and which faced a large, square silver screen.
She had to crawl over the seat to Jason, the couch being so wide, and when they were leaning back against the deep soft back cushion, just her feet were hanging over the edge. She had difficulty adjusting herself without spilling her drink, but Jason took it from her hand and she settled back comfortably against him. He handed her the drink again, and curled his arm around her, pulling her tightly against him.
"More like a bed, isn't it?" he laughed softly. "Yes," she said, shivering expectantly. "Now what?"
"Well, we sit here and sort of work up to it." And as if in further answer, Bart was crawling across the couch to them, the pitcher in his hands. "Here, a little more. To toast the hope I got my money's worth in the film!"
"I....I think I've had enough," Tansy said. "I don't want to get sick."
"You won't," Jason promised. "Go on, be a sport."
"Be a sport," she murmured to herself, remembering his words earlier about it being too late now to back out ... She drank deeply from the refreshed glass, and then settled back again, taking a deep gasp of air. Her head was whirling, and the screen before her eyes was tilting gradually.
"Have a cigarette," Jason offered, leaning over to offer Wilma and Bart one from a tin box which had once contained pipe tobacco. Then he offered one to Tansy, who shook her head. "Go on," He urged. "You smoke, don't you?"
"Yes, but...." She saw that they were hand rolled, of a peculiar brownish color like no cigarette she'd ever seen before. However, they didn't have filters, which she preferred the few times she'd experimented with smoking. "I'd rather not now, thank you."
"It's the real stuff, Tansy," Wilma said. "You're curiosity now piqued by the other girl's insistance."
"Oh, just a little stronger than the usual American brand," Jason explained casually. "You smoke them for the taste, which is sort of sweeter and less bitter than the normal kind. Like Wilma says, you should try it anyway .What the hell harm can it do? Just inhale the first few puffs slowly so you won't choke."
"Are they safe? I ... I mean, they don't make you not know what you're doing, do they?"
"Of course not, silly," Jason answered impatiently. "Just try a few drags, and if you don't like it, then stop."
"All right," Tansy said hesitantly, not knowing what the tobacco was inside them but not wanting to appear any more of a child than she already had. She bravely took a cigarette and allowed Jason to light it for her.
"Slowly, Slowly," Bart interjected as he took a drag from his own. Tansy watched him and then Jason, finally inhaling very gently, as instructed. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste, and she inhaled deeped on the next pull, holding it down for a few seconds at Jason't instructions before exhaling.
After three or four inhalations. Tansy could hardly feel the smoke curling down into her lungs, it was so smooth. She watched Wilma holding her breath for as long as she could and then took a deep drag herself and held it down deep until she just had to exhale.
"They are nice," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be hers. She looked at Wilma and Bart on the other side of her, and they suddenly seemed to be miles away. "But I feel sort of funny."
"So do I," Wilma said, "Nice kind of funny." It seemed like a logical kind of answer, for indeed, Tansy felt nice in a funny way. She had never felt so nice, come to think of it, or so soft. The longer she held the smoke down the softer and nicer her world became, and then she noticed that Bart had gotten up and switched off the lights in the room, returning to the projector to turn it on.
She could feel the pressure of Jason Hargrove against her thigh, but the thin, brown cigarette had dulled even her fears about him. She felt too good, and she returned the pressure slightly to let him know that she didn't mind and that she like him. She could feel the delicious warmth of the marijuana cigarette tingling deep inside ... deeper down than she had ever felt anything before in her life....
CHAPTER THREE
The screen suddenly lit up with the white light of the blank beginning frames, then the first picture came into view, and Bart focused the lens so that it was in sharp clarity. Tansy could make out a large bed, a small dressing table to one side with a large mirror near it. It was a beautiful setting, she thought dreamily, better than her own bedroom. The marijuana had made her thirsty, and she drank from her rum cocktail thirstily, only to find that Jason was filling it again and giving the pitcher back to Bart. She smiled warmly at heT boyfriend, glad that he was here to take care of her, and then she saw on the screen that the door of the bedroom was opening and a young, innocent looking Scandinavian girl was walking in. She didn't appear to be much older than Tansy or Wilma, and was very lovely, with a melancholy look on her face that reflected a deep loneliness. It touched Tansy to the depths, as she felt identified with the girl in her drugged fog, her own emotions heightened by the marijuana to bind her inextricably to those of the lonely creature on the screen.
The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looking longingly at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she was wearing. She placed the photograph on her pillow gently and began to undress. She slipped the short dress slowly upwards, exposing full, well-rounded thighs, the red of her dainty, lace-trimmed silken panties contrasting sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Tansy could hear sounds of delight from Bart and Jason as the dress snailed its way over the girl's head, and her beautifully curved torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the fully beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud and their quivering nipples were turgid on the luscious half-spheres, and as the girl raised her arms high over her head to pull her long, blonde hair up, her breasts peaked still higher in alluring motion. She was almost naked now, in just her thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the camera, drawing the black thin, gossamer material tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, finally discarding them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front again. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her high-rounded breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic mound.
Tansy shifted nervously next to Jason. She had never expected anything like this! Maybe some torrid ... but not all the way!....love scenes with a man, and perhaps a bare breast now and then, but af least a "G" string, ineffectual as it might be. But this exposed all the girl had to offer, and she was making no attempt to hide it, either!
The girl lay down on her stomach on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. She was sexually aroused by her thoughts and needed release! Tansy gasped aloud as the girl turned over on her back and began to massage her breasts with her free hand in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft golden hair between her thighs, her feet pointed directly at the camera. The girl slowly worked herself into a burning passion, her buttocks twisting against the mattress as though she was trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes, as if she wasn't acting the part, but living it.
Tansy couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she was really feeling it. She remembered lying in her own bed after heavy dates....last night, for example ... and how she had gone insane from the frustration of her arousal until she had relieved herself with her own tiny fingers. She blushed slightly at the thought and squirmed her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact, and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened, and she drank heavily from her glass again, attempting to cool some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own slim body.
While she was drinking, Jason lit two more thin, brown cigarettes and passed one to her. Without thinking, Tansy pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, perhaps hoping it would help still the unwanted ache beginning deep within her belly.
With each drag, Tansy could feel herself mentally unwind. This one heightened the feeling from the first cigarette, and she didn't feel she was the same person she had been a moment ago. She was someone else, and it frightened her a lot, but she couldn't think about it now. The heat and excitement generated by the heavy smoke of the marijuana and the girl on the screen was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push her skirt and panties into the soft yielding crevice between her buttocks; she rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the fleshy moist lips of her vagina. Her body rocked on it in an almost indiscenible rhythm ... in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheerness of her panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Bart and Wilma next to her to make sure they hadn't noticed but they were so engrossed in the film that they hadn't paid the slightest attention. Wilma was leaning back against Jason, dragging heavily on another marijuana cigarette, and Bart had his hands up inside her thin, narrow bolero top. To her amazed horror, Tansy could see his hand move tantalizingly under the material covering her breasts, and Wilma had her had back on his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her young face.
"Ooohhhhh, I love the way you touch my nipple," Wilma heard the other teenager sign hoarsely, and her own face blushed furiously from the embarrassment she felt for Wilma's blatant acceptance of Bart's lewd advances.
"Bart's quite the stud," Jason whispered in her ear wetly.
"Don't ... talk like that," she said, clenching her teeth, trying to sort out her own confused feelings of revulsion and stimulation. "Please, Jason ... we mustn't look at what they're doing."
"Then let's make some time of our own, baby," he said harshly, in a throaty, passion-filled voice. He jerked her head abruptly toward him with his hand, and pressed his lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly down on hers. She groaned and struggled, feeling his hand pressing hard over the softness of one of her bra-encased breasts. But her resistance could only last for a sudden panicky moment, and then she was unable to stop her body from going limp under his attack, and in spite of her guard being up over allowing any emotion to overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
"There," he said, whispering again into her ear. "That was damned good, don't you think?"
Too stunned to speak, Tansy lifted her glass to her lips and drained it, desperately trying to collect her shattered thoughts. She was afraid to look over at Wilma and Bart again, fearing what she would see, the soft mewling noises coming from Wilma and the grating noise of Bart's heavy, excited breathing telling the story well enough. She glanced back at the movie again, it seeming to be an eternity since she had last looked at it, but it actually being only moments, the sweet, pungent marijuana having warped her sense of time.
The young teenager pulled again at the cigarette in her lips, and the musky odor of Jason beside her filling her nostrils, stimulating her still more, causing her to snuggle closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her young flesh. Jason Hargrove pulled her close, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast he had so ardently squeezed a second before. He was growing more confident by the second, and the lewd, obscene thoughts of what he would do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delightful kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would fuck her every way but upside down and then maybe that way, too. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished with her ... he and Bart both in a gang fuck!
The girl in the film was writhing more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her body as if out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the quivering crest of her soft, down-covered vaginal slit. She groaned soundlessly at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist crevice between her thighs, and she pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then she straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper groan she let her knees fall wide apart, exposing to the excited teenagers the moist, glistening furrow in between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-fringed lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the tiny bearded, mouth-like orifice throbbed hungrily open. The half-moons of her smoothly rounded young buttocks shone with a thin film of perspiration in the bedroom's light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny little anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly below the swollen and agitated cuntal lips.
Tansy gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly slipped a middle finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking teasingly at her tiny, bud-like clitoris. Jason's hand once more squeezed her own breast tightly as she heard and felt his heavy breathing against her flushed red face. She was afraid to look at him, hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inexorably around inside the pink edges of her visibly contracting young cunt, slowly widening the thin, hair-lined lips. Then, she slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated fleshy lips, her legs jackknifing back, knees against her breasts as her soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the hotly flicking fingers. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined another finger with the first two, and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the pink, hungrily absorbing folds. They disappeared with a silent, but felt, sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure.
Tansy tensed in momentary shock at this indignity that the sensually aroused young girl was committing on herself before the camera, and only Jason's firm grip on her own now involuntarily throbbing breast kept her from leaping from the couch and running upstairs to the reality of the afternoon. She sensed that she had better go ... before it was too late and her own building excitement ran away with her.
This desire lasted only a fraction of a moment before the effect of Steve Shelley's special marijuana lulled her into limp acceptance again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see what would happen next, still feeling closely tied with the girl who was writhing in desire before her, and she knew there was a danger point from which there was no turning back. She took another sip of her rum cocktail after Bart leaned over and filled her glass again, and another drag on her cigarette. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs, easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She snuggled back against Jason, foggily determined to somehow keep up her guard.
The girl in the movie had now become wildly possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she rolled beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the finger sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist, wet sucking sounds in the minds of the four young viewers as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red ... straining for climax. She bared her mouth, obviously groaning in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild tattoo against the spread, straining buttocks, her soundless grunts seemingly getting louder and faster with each passing second.
Suddenly, from the open bedroom door, a short, stocky black man not more than five and a half feet high ran into the bedroom and jumped up beside the bed. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his oversized head, and there was unmistakable cruelty registered in them. The stocky negro had the look of a man who had been teased all his life about his burnished color and his small size, and that he now enjoyed taking out his resentment on others more helpless than he when he had the chance.
The girl's eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of one hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the black man raised the fist of one hand and growled viciously in warning. She froze in her position of masturbation ... thighs spread and with her knees drawn to her chest. She didn't dare move as the naked black man panted menacingly over her, his great excitedly perspiring face distorted in passion just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Tansy had jumped with the black man as he had bounded on the bed, and she grabbed Jason's arm tightly, the sudden entrance almost frightening her out of her wits. "My God!" she whispered, voice quavering. "Wh ... what's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"You'll see, baby," Jason answered with a lewd grin.
The camera trained in on a zoom-shot of the black man's penis, which was huge in relationship to the size of his body. He was obviously proud of it, and he took it in both hands, lightly stroking it over the defenseless girl into a semi-hardness.
Tansy could not take her eyes from the growing fleshy rod, unable to believe that it was going to be the depraved instrument that would ravish the lovely young girl on the screen. Yet somehow the helplessness of the girl lying shaking with fear beneath the snarling man, sadistically fascinated her. The lewd thought of that monsterous black rod raping the naked and terrified girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a moment, she felt strangely chilled. She couldn't resist as Jason moved his hand beneath her jersey to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger as her bra was slowly moved upwards to where he could fondle her bare flesh. She squirmed tighter into the cushion, feeling the couch beneath her buttocks pressing deeper into her vaginal crevice, her wet vaginal crevice. Her panties were soaked and she squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to control the tingling sensations beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but could not bring herself to leave, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment gluing her to the cushion. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the secretion band of her panties deeper into the split of her buttocks, its smoothness exciting the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She felt the tiny throbs pulsing out in the tiny bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing lewdly now up between her legs. Her thoughts drifted back to the movie....
The black man reached up along the horrified girl's creamy white body, his hands kneading her full exposed luscious tits with his gnarled little fingers. For a moment the girl tried to squirm away, but he growled again, threatening to beat her unmercifully, and for emphasis, he pinched her nipples hard, moving his ebony head forward with a wolfish, fiendish glare in his beady eyes. She could only moan in abject terror now, and to Tansy, the girl seemed hardly conscious now, her eyelids fluttering and her eyes glassy from her enslavement at the lusts of the black alien creature hovering over her maliciously. Tansy watched with transfixed horror as the excitedly slobbering lips of the black man began to trace a path down the smooth flat surface of the trembling ivory body in his control, bringing a further mewl from the girl's anguished mouth, and then, he was all the way down to the softly curling pubic hair between her still fearfully spread young thighs. The black man's hands dropped and he placed a thumb on either side of the fleshy lips of her helplessly exposed cunt, pulling them wide apart. His great slobbering tongue leapt forward, burying itself in the defenselessly naked vagina with greedy ferocity. He ran his tongue the full length of the widely spread slit, from the tightly closed pucker of her tiny cringing anus, up over the fluted, fleshy edges of her cunt, and over the tiny sensation-bud quivering uncontrollably now beneath the sparse young hair of her pubic mound. His rubbery thick lips spread through the soft hair-fringed swelling like a knife through soft creamy butter, flicking relentlessly between the girl's widely splayed legs, stopping sporadically to curl up into her open cunt. She jerked spasmodically, still squirming hysterically under the ugly, deformed black grip and the thick, saliva-glistening tongue which lapped mercilessly at her loins.
Tansy shuddered from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change which seemed to come over the writhing young girl on the bed. She could tell by her facial expressions that the frightened moans that had seemed to come from the terror-contorted lips changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure ... pleasure that the girl did not want and had set her mind against, but that the slithering, thick tongue burrowing deeply up between her thighs had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision, then dropped them in abject surrender to grasp the stocky black man's close-cropped, fuzzy hair.
Tansy could not believe the sight on the screen. Instead of fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, the girl had turned into a helplessly groaning mass of passion. She voluntarily now spread her legs farther apart on the bed, and tangled her hands possessively in the black man's hair, pulling his face tight to her upthrust crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue which probed hotly up into her wide-spread pussy, her eyes closing and her mouth hanging wide in undisguised ecstasy. She goaded the deformed little man on with her hands, and pumped her hips up into his hotly slavering face like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her pale, sweat-glistening skin, and Tansy could clearly see the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taut ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis forward again and again against the hungrily munching face buried deep into her throbbing cunt. She was all but swallowing the hotly whipping tongue with her voraciously working vaginal lips, grinding his head back down into her ravaged fleshy pussy until it was only half visable, his face protruding only partially from between her now fully streched young thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. Then the girl pushed the black man's face away from between her legs, still holding his hair bushily between her open loins and she turned over, sitting down full on his mouth with her squirming buttocks. It was she who now was doing the ravishing, straddling him as animalistic contortions of lust wrenched her facial features and tweisted her lips back over her tightly clenched teeth. It was obvious that she was now racing for a climax, her body completely out of control.
Tansy heard a deep, throbbing groan from beside her, and in surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene spectacle on the screen to Bart and Wilma. The shock was greater. Wilma had both of her legs stretched wide apart, her shorts unzippered along her side and half down over her full, quivering thighs. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Bart's hand was inside, his skin a darker contrast with where the band of the teenager's sunsuit had left a wide, white strip of flesh. He was cupping her pubic mound unhindered, and Tansy shuddered as the outline of his fingers moved under the thin material. Wilma, unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks off the cushions, in rhythm to the fingerfucking he was giving her.
And then Tansy shifted her vision slightly and saw a sudden clear view through the darkness of Wilma's hand working up and down over Bart Linwood's loins, her slender fingers clasped tightly in an oval circle around the youth's rigid penis. His cock stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh, God," Tansy moaned, turning back to Jason and hiding her face tightly to his shoulder. "They're doing something awful to each other!"
She had never dreamed that this could happen! Kissing, yes ... a little petting ... but not this, right out in front of her and Jason! She thought of when she had considered herself as being able to handle any situation, and now she knew that it had been a futile idea, for she was rapidly losing all control over herself. The awful sight of the boy's penis being fondled up and down, while his fingers disappeared in Wilma's hungry, sucking little pussy was just too much for her to stand! The sounds coming from next to her were wet and punctuated by soft mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She burrowed her head tightly into Jason's chest to try to shut out the lewd, wet sounds, but it did not help, they were everywhere, coming at her from all sides, it seemed. Again she wanted to run but knew her legs would not support her if she rose from the couch. She could do nothing but lie there in her boyfriend's arms and listen in torment while the other young couple on the other end of the couch were in their throes of illicit passion.
Tansy felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping, for breath, and squirmed her buttocks down harder against the cushion, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her own vagina against it to try and put out the fire burning there. Jason's hands continued to palpitate her excitedly swollen breasts, thrilling her and frightening her at the same time. She tried with all her might to pull his hands away ... but her own hand moved only as far as Jason's and then fell back, uncontrolled, to her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy drug-glazed eyes back to the obscene movie.
The black man was writhing in the desperate grip of the girl's loins above him, and it took all of his strength to throw her from his suffocating body, pulling the jerking girl's thighs brutally from around his head. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking futilely out into the empty air, twisting her flailing body on the bed, her stomach grinding into the mattress as she strove hoplessly for the near orgasm that was still infinitesimally out of reach.
He took her by the ankles from behind as she lay face down on the bed and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full, trembling thighs and spread the cheeks of her hungrily grinding ass with his hands. From Tansy's viewpoint, she could see the tiny tight cunt nestling wetly in the crevice below. She thought she could see it throbbing expectantly as it anticipated the black man's next move. His hands ran up the inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of the white girl's open pussy, and then his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval buttocks, his tongue trailing down to lick teasingly at the shadowed crevice between them. She could see the girl's pussy lips straining around the pink, hair-lined hole as the thumbs of the black man pulled at the softly giving flesh around it. His fingers probed at the throbbingly hungry wet opening like teasing needles of fire. The girl groaned beneath him, her mouth open as the cruei fingers worked around and around deep up her widely split cunt. The ugly little man grinned triumphantly as he prodded at the defenseless pink vagina like an avenging devil, the girl squirming beneath his cruel probes in total surrender until she couldn't stand it another minute longer!
Tansy watched in horrified stillness as she made out the black man's lewdly grinning lips move in a command, and even to her it was obvious what he wanted the hapless young girl to do. The girl struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused man. He stood up between her widely splayed thighs directly behind her, his huge cock standing straight out with its head resting in the wide split crevice of her open asscheeks. He was just the right height with him standing behind her on the mattress and her kneeling.
His eyes roamed triumphantly over the helpless young girl, gleeful at the fact she was at his mercy, and he intended to take full advantage of it. Again, he mouthed an order to her, and her hands moved hesitately back under her body and gently stroked the hardness of his huge blaack rock-hard shaft. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it, and she perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
The negro snarled, digging his black fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs. The girl submitted to the cold demand and pressure of his gnarled hands, and hesitantly placed the tip of his cock against the tight, hair-covered opening of her trembling young cunt. Tansy could see it begin probing and working against her opening, the muscles of the black man's stomach standing out as he strained forward. It was worming its way into her, looking like a giant black fleshy battering ram trying to force its way through a white velvet fringed keyhole. She watched the girl hopelessly try to pull away, but the black man, grinning lasciviously behind, held her helpless in his grasp. Her face contorted tightly fron the first ravishment of her defenselessly upraised cunt, but his pressing thighs forced her forward so she couldn't slip away. The black man's spittle now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed with all his might against her futile struggles until, with a quick final surge forward, the rampaging instrument of a torture was buried to the balls in her wide-split vaginal crevice. She was hopelessly impaled.
The black man rammed into her with hard cruel thrust, watching the pinkly glistening cunt flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were consciously fighting his withdrawal. She turned her head from side to side, her hair threshing against the bed so that Tansy could follow her feelings by the reflections on her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a weird kind of masochistic joy that pictured the excruciating pleasure-pain of the giant hardened penis fucking into her from behind her helplessly kneeling body.
Standing above her, the black man watched along with the camera's eye as his cock pushed and pulled at the soft pink flesh surrounding her hotly clasping young vagina. His eyes were tinged with evil cruelty as he began a series of brutally hard thrusts that sent his still growing member sinking to the hilt in the tormented girl's widely split anal crevice. His balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt and it began to have an effect on the blonde girl. As Tansy watched the heavily pulsating cock disappearing all the way up her gyrating backsides with each cruel stroke until not a bit could be seen, her face was contorting from agony into rapture. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving now in time to the skewering cock of the black man as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated, reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this beast of a black man.
Tansy's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish sight before her. Another trickle of sweat ran down the valley of her full ripe breasts that Jason had already massaged into hardness, his hand slipping over her now exposed nipples, his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it. Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled, knowing she should demand to leave; but unable to muster the conviction to say the words, much less stop Jason. Surely they wouldn't go as far as Wilma and Bart! She had gone far enough as it is, and Tansy's face crimsoned as she thought of Bart's fingers digging wetly between the other teenager girl's wetly responding thighs, and his own penis being stroked to hardness at the same time. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom. She was sure that Jason could feel it beneath the tightness of her breast in his hand.
The lovely young virgin could feel Jason becoming increasingly restless beside her. Certainly he could feel her occasionally grinding her own buttocks down into the couch. She tried to make it appear she was simply changing position, but it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. His hand was kneading her openly exposed breasts more vigorously now, making her tiny, bud-like nipples throb with guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and put her hands of the front of her skirt to hide her action, not wanting Jason to know what she was doing to herself.
But as she squirmed down hard on the seat, the boy suddenly turned and dropped on of his hands on her bared knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She froze momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Jason pushed the hem of her skirt up, and he was half-way to her wetly soaked panties before she reacted and restrained his wrist tightly, not daring to look at him. Her eyes remained on the panting, unnatural coupling on the screen, gradually forcing Jason's fingers back down, pushing her skirt with it until her trembling loins were covered again.
Then, the boy's hand came to rest on her lap and again she tried to hold it, but this time her strength seemed to have drained from her, and he moved by force, kneading the softness of her inner thighs beneath the thin material of her skirt. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his hand rotated teasingly against the mount of her crotch, unable to go lower because of her tightly closed thighs. Tansy pressed harder against the couch, knowing he would think she was trying to escape his finger and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the cushion up into her own hungrily throbbing vaginal slit. The flood between her thighs was wetting her skirt now, and she could feel the warm wetness between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder to feel pleasure building there.
Tansy closed her eyes tightly for a moment and allowed herself to drift with the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost as though he was touching her nakedly, but still she felt safe, her panties and skirt between his hand and her virginal flesh. But suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Jason had removed his hand from her lap and was moving it gradually under her buttocks from the side. He still peered at the movie as though completely unaware of his left hand now thrust between her asscheeks and the couch. His hand searched like a mouse in the crevice between the firm round moons of her buttocks. Quickly, she dropped her hand to grasp his wrist tightly, butit didn't stop him. His hand continued its ruthless teasing under her crotch, prodding at her moist slit through the thin skirt and panties. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion at her already wet genitals, pushing the folds of her skirt moistly up into the hotly throbbing crevice between her thighs. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. Jason's hand became bolder under her buttocks as he sensed her tacit surrender, and he hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up beneath the backs of her thighs so he could penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the cushions of the couch.
Oh God, what could she do? This was horrible, allowing herself to be used like this ... and worse, to be enjoying it! She had to fight! She couldn't let herself go any more than she had! What was happening to her?
She could feel the skirt rising faster now, though still not apparent from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as the skirt slid upward more rapidly in response to Jason's hooking finger. Suddenly she gasped aloud. There was no more skirt! Jason's hand covered all of the wetly soaked crotch band of her thin panties, and was snaking under the elastic legband, worming into the moist walls of her soft, untouched pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled young vagina became accustomed to the invading fingertip probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly up into her now nakedly exposed crotch. Jason's finger moved in tiny teasing circles up inside her now, expanding her tight, little virgin hole with desire arousing rotations. Tansy was almost out of her mind, unable to stand the maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the raging fire burning through her hotly contracting vagina. The sight of the girl's face in the movie being buffeted hard down into the mattress by the stocky black man and the long masculine middle finger fucking into her helplessly seething cunt without mercy were just too much for her!
She bit hard on her lower lip, looking wildly around in the darkness for some magic salvation, some escape from the delicious prison of her excitement. She glanced at Wilma and Bart in her drug-induced daze and found that her eyes stayed fastened on them with lewd fascination! Sometime in the few moments since she'd last looked at them, they'd managed to shed their clothing, and they were stripped completely naked. There was a deep gurgling from Wilma's throat. Bart, a sadistic grin on his face ever widening, had taken her by the hair and pulled her head up off the couch, at the same time thrusting forward to run his thick, turgid cockhead deep into her gaping mouth. Tansy held her breath. She was positive that Wilma was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive penis buried between her ovaly puckered lips, but the other teenager didn't. She sucked it hungrily as though she had been waiting all eternity for this magic moment.
Bart raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Wilma's head up by the hair and the two middle fingers of the other sunk deep up into her wide-spread vagina, he began fucking her face cruelly between his legs. Tansy watched with horrified fascination as Wilma's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the hardened male penis pumping in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of raw animal lust that Tansy had never imagined possible. Its very lewdness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the juice of her own torturously excited young pussy increase its flow between her legs, drenching Jason's palm with its sticky moisture. It was different with someone you didn't know, like the girl and the stocky black man, but this was Wilma Casey, a girl she knew from school! The obscene spectacle mesmerized her, and she found herself wickedly enjoying the scene before her. God, how she must feel, she thought in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting figure of her naked girl friend hunched slavishly down over Bart, and I'vd never felt that way before myself....
Jason could also see the thick cock of his friend slither into Wilma's mouth, and Tansy could feel his cock jerking under his pants against her in uncontrolled excitement. It was enticing to him just as to her, and she gasped as he pressed his moist lips against her ear and whispered, "Now, I'm going to fuck you, baby. Just like that black man is fucking the girl in the movie!"
"Oh, God, no, I can't. I told you I can't!" she panted between tightly clenched teeth, unable to stop the involuntary grinding of her heated young pussymouth down against his hand.
"God damn, but you are," he breathed menacingly. "You're too hot to stop now." He moaned as his lips kissed her soft, sensitive face and neck, his eyes still hard and cruel with the greed of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked a long time ago. And you're going to twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks up into your belly. I want to see you like that ... I want to see you beg and scream for me ... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Tansy lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. The very lewdness excited her more and more though still she fought within herself against the surrender of her chastity, and the final, total subjugation to the boy. She groaned weakly in protest as he began to work her panties down from around her quivering white abdomen and hips, her muscles too much like pliant rubber from the drugged marijuana haze to be able to stop him or herself in spite of her will to resist.
Her buttocks wavered slightly up off of the cushion and she shuddered as she felt Jason's hands lift her skirt above her hips bunching it around her wasp-like waist, and then drew her panties down over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass, leaving them to hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her totally naked thighs, and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole pubic triangle was exposed to him, undulating of its own accord down against the cushion in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might wish to inflict. A last thought of saving her virginity flickered through her conscience as he pushed her down on her back on the couch and she heard the metallic sound of a zippier beside her as her boyfriend, Jason opened his fly and his long thick cock burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought as he kneeled down between her limply spread thighs and with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the ragged pink lips of her vagina slowly apart, exposing her moistly pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Ooohhhhh, God! Please, Jason! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tender cunt. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet lips and a further sab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she groaned, as small tiny goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts. She sobbed helplessly before his attack, for in spite of her revulsion and fear, she felt her body desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"No! NO! Oh, I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene act she was committing with her boyfriend, but of the more frightening thought that her traitorous body was actually enjoying it. She gritted her teeth tightly together, and fought with all her senses against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her, but, it was a losing battle, as Jason Hargrove mewled and licked ceaselessly at her nakedly squirming loins.
Her passionately aroused young body jerked spasmodically, and began to slowly move up against his tongue in helpless abandonement. She quivered as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole vaginal area, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her hopelessly exposed loins. She had never known anything like this feeling before in the whole world. It was different, it was wicked, it consumed the total of her being, and there was nothing else now but the lashing tongue licking up between her thighs below. Wild thoughts of the brack man ran through her mind and of his great slobbering tongue slithering over the naked genitals of the squirming young girl in the movie. She, too, knew what it felt like now, and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she thought her entire body was going to explode into a thousand fragments.
Jason sensed her sudden submissive surrender, and with a triumphant grin, withdrew his thick wet tongue from the trembling sheath of her innocent young cunt. He slowly raised his head, feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against his cheeks, and looked down as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm upwards in a vain effort for more. She was his now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth. Yeah, by God, the time had come to ram his cock deep into that white snooty little belly of hers and shoot his hotly waiting sperm all the way up into her steaming young pussy. Thanks to coach's special marijuana, she was now nothing more than a hot, cock-crazed little bitch wild to be fucked by any guy she could lay her hands on! Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... she'd get it good!
It took but a second until he crouched over her completely naked, his thick hard cock stained out from beneath his muscular abdomen like the , menacing shaft of a heavy spear.
"Spread your legs, baby," he grinned triumphantly as he hovered above her. "Spread 'em wide. I'm coming in now."
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Tansy found that her body responded with a will of its own, and she opened her thighs wider apart. Jason levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the couch, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact with the sensitive ragged edges of her hotly throbbing young pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath him, not even daring to breathe.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaauuugggg!" she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery skin of her hymen until Tansy thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. "Oh, God, no ... you're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
But there was no stopping the youth, and with a contorted expression of sheer raw lust, he smashed his full weight down upon her full firm body. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, and his long thick. cock surged mercilessly up into the helpless cunt of the innocent young girl spread-eagled beneath him. The head and shaft of his penis disappeared into the hair-fringed opening of her pussy like the raging bit of a giant drill, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it, and breaking her hymen as if it were nothing more than a piece of thin, unresisting tissue paper. There was no stopping him until with a loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. "God, oh God!"
She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her belly into a million tiny shards as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, it lay sunk deep in her cunt, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that he could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft, now wide-stretched flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into it pitious victims' entrails.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Tansy, Too, lay still, afraid to move for fear of the pain it could bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then she felt a throb deep inside, the thickness of Jason's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper pain, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" Jason grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face. There was no immediate answer, so he flexed again. "Like it, baby, I said?"
"Ooooohhhhh, yes, yes," she groaned, afraid to offend him, the pain too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Ooohhhhh, I can't! I can't!" she prayed beneath him. She couldn't give him the pleasure of hearing her beg, too, not with her girl friend and Bart so close by. She just couldn't!
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time. "Beg, you little bitch!"
"Ooohhhh, God!" she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, Jason. Do it to me."
"Not like that. Say, fuck me," he demanded.
"Ooohhhh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her humiliation and ruin were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over the things she knew were right, and now she wished she was dead.
Jason sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in the young teenager's soul, and he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage relaxing and widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him.
Through her daze of pain, Tansy, out of the side of her eye, could still see the other girl, Wilma's soft wet lips clasping hungrily at the growing white penis fucking into her mouth. The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Bart grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched Wilma's lust-contorted face suck and lick it like a hungry child devouring a sucker. She had freed both hands and had placed them behind Bart's swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them upwards demonically to her. Tansy could see a thin mixture of saliva and the boy's pre-cum dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Wilma was reveling in the cruel humiliation Bart was subjecting her to ... a masochistic light shining in her eyes.
And on the silver screen, Tansy could see the black man's buttocks flexing and hollowing rapidly as he fucked himself hard against the hotly writhing buttocks of the young girl hunched dog-style in front of him, her toes curling and uncurling as she was locked in a lewd death-grip with the black man behind her. His giant penis was spearing into her pink, tightly glistening young pussy like a steel piston, bringing indescripable joy to her feverishly mumbling lips. Above Tansy, her youthful boyfriend gasped and panted, rocking in and out of the soft confines of her once virginal cunt, and the ravishment of her own genitals, coupled with watching Wilma sucking the other boy's cock were sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure through her entire being.
Gradually the pain eased for her, and Tansy's flesh began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against her obscene desires, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent new chills running along her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Jason Hargrove's cock skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly fly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting more with desire than with pain now, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled, soft raven black hair. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart, stretching with difficulty the flimsy silk panties still hanging at her knees. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of the zipper of his pants pressed tight into the soft white skin surrounding her vagina as he strove deep in her. The busy, springy pubic hair around the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her thighs and against her own black fleece. She wrapped her arms around him so that her breasts were squashed tightly to his chest, and began to slowly rotate her buttocks upwards into his loins, and she felt the tunneling penis of the boy imbedded to its full extent in her. The distended spongy cockhead grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix, probing deep, deep where no one had ever been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of lying on her back like a harem slave while a boy fucked her, venting his lust in her delighted pussy. Forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees, a lowered flag of her surrender. All that mattered to the little teenager girl now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this ... Oh, God, she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure-wracked body!
Her passion-fogged eyes drifted back to the sex film, and she was excited still more as through desire-glazed eyes, she could dimly see the girl in the throes of her climax. She was screwing her buttocks back against the black man like a she-demon gone insane, and the black man's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked deep up into the nakedly waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto the sweat of her back. She suddenly screamed and rammed back against him wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in quick hard spurts deep in her hotly clasping vagina. Tansy watched in heated fascination as the girl's smoothly curved young buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly locked cunt squeezing the huge hardened cock. Thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. Her backsides glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the black man slipping from her heavily mauled young cuntal passage. The girl was out cold and the little man stood above her in obvious appreciation. Then in a last act of depravity, he dropped his huge malformed head to her wide-spread crotch and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing for her still visibly quivering cunt. He lapped it hungrily until at last there was no more, and then he lay down contentedly between her open legs nuzzling gently the soft vee of her ravished loins. The end....
In the light of the projector's lamp upon the now blank screen, Tansy was able to see her new girl friend, Wilma sucking at Bart's expanding cock like a wild woman, her attention drawn to them by the panting groans of the boy as he, too, neared his explosive climax. To Tansy's lust-glazed eyes, the thick pummeling instrument seemed to fuse into a strange, lengthening extension of Wilma's face as he drove with hollowing buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far up into Wilma's mouth until his course pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced in unison with his thrusts upward hard against her chin.
Dimly Tansy thought, he's going to strangle her! God, he's going to cum in Wilma's mouth until his hot sticky cum floods into her throat like a river's! He'll kill her! He'll drown her and kill her!
And as she watched horrified, Bart's cock began to jerk, spewing hot, sticky seed directly up into her ovaling mouth. The thin spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim. Wilma swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose one drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly in her effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis spewing its lewd sperm into her face. Tansy groaned at the obscene picture of Wilma's self-inflicted himiliation as Bart's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of liquid and slowly slid from between her still possessively nibbling lips. Thin strings of the hot sticky cum ran from the tip of his penis to her glisten wep lips like obscene spider webs of sexual connection.
The wild ache of her newly discovered arousal filled Tansy with unsatisfied desire. She mumbled incoherntly beneath Jason's pounding hips, undulating her buttocks salaciously up against his eager thrusts, wanting to experience what she had just sitnessed the others having experienced. She wanted to cum. She wanted Jason to shoot his own great wad of cum deep up into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness building in the open crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. She ground up against it happily as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could only mean that he was soon going to fulfill her most ardent wish.
"Oooohhhh, yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Jason! Fuck me hard! Give it to meeee!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching her own orgasm, and her young body had become something like an animal, no longer innocent or human as she twisted and contorted, straining against her panties as she attempted to spread her slender legs wider apart and wrap them around him.
Then, before she could complete her task, Tansy saw the flash of light at the lamps of the basement playroom flicked on, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut to block them out. Through the haze of marijuana and passion she was vaguely aware of Wilma and her boyfriend, hovering near her, and that someone else had entered the room, but nothing mattered except the body that was driving its cock into her from above.
"Hot damn," she heard Bart breathe harshly, "Look at little Miss Pure-heart fuck!"
"I told you my special pot would get her," a voice much like her neighbors, Steve Shelley, laughed triumphantly.
"Get her clothes off," Wilma directed. "How the hell can he take pictures of her climbing with that tight pussy of hers with all her things on like that? Get her naked! Here, I'll help!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd, but it didn't matter. Her head flailed from side to side, her mouth open in abandon, her body white-hot. Her limbs followed the dictates of alien hands as they coursed over her, removing her clothing. The remains of her panties were pulled hurredly from her calves, her thin blouse was allowed to be drawn over her head, and she lifted her buttocks so that the buttons of her skirt could be undone and the strip of cloth slid from around her. Magic fingers snatched her bra away, and she could feel that she was now totally naked, her quivering white nudity completely at their mercy.
As if through a distant fog she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing as Bart and Wilma stripped the pants and shirt from Jason. She trembled nakedly, half in confusion, half in impatience, and then the onlookers were forgotten as Jason crawled back between her open thighs and resumed his rhythmic fucking into her open cunt. She swung her now freed thighs up and clasped his hips with the backs of her calves, winding her smoothly tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked tightly together high on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry vagina up the full length of his slippery plunging shaft.
"Jesus Christ, Jason," Bart gasped hotly as a bright white flash of lightning-light filled the room. "Don't split her whole ass open! Save some for the big daddy here!"
Tansy's body drove on unheeded. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her wetly seeping vagina with the fiery tips of their three pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her own end ... an infinitesmal second away.
But then ... Jason clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into her hot slippery passage. Her first male cum! Oh, God ... oh God, how deliciously wonderful it felt! She could feel it jet up into her hungrily accepting young belly in great gushing waves ... only to sense it then deflate more with each white hot spurt.
"Noooooo! Noooooo, Jason! More! More! Wait for meee!" She was still just seconds away, but it was useless. She squeezed her buttocks together up against a softening penis which had lost its mastery over her now seething emotions. She pounded her heels desperately against Jason's spent body, beside herself, her end so near and yet so far away. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her still gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
Another bright white flash struck as suddenly her ankles were grasped by other, heavy hands. She gasped at the force in the powerful fingers, and she looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes.
It was Bart! His flushed face leered down at her nakedly exposed cunt from between her wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes, so potent that it momentarily froze Tansy's quivering body into the stillness of a cornered mouse before a stalking cat. He levered her unresisting legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the cushion on either side of her shoulders. Her tormented body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a helplessly bound young virgin in a sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles back to the couch, his thick cock, rejuvenated from Wilma's suckling mouth, aimed straight at her helpless uptilted slit.
"Ram it to her, Bart!" the older man encouraged excitedly. "Jam it all the way up to her snooty little tits! I want a good shot of this!"
Tansy shuddered, torn between the hotly burning desire scorching her still throbbing vagina, and the quick twinge of shame that flickered through her drug and passion confused thoughts. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes she could see faint forms all around her, but they weren't important ... the fire licking through her loins was stoked to greater intensity by the sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which she was being held. The flames of her unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her hotly pulsating young cunt, and nothing else in the whole wide world mattered at all.
"Go on! Fuck her, Bart, fuck her!" Wilma urged in an excited scream, and she wiggled her own naked buttocks at her lover in a lewd, unmistakable invitation.
"Oh, God, yesssss. Please fuck me," Tansy hissed between tightly clenched teeth, and Bart needed no further encouragement. His heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, his thick, lust-incited young cock plunging into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruelly plowing head.
Tansy cried out at the quick and brutal impalement, but it was only momentary. The greedy moist walls clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up setly to devour its full length to the hilt. His balls smacked with a soft wet slapping sound into the upturned crevice of her buttocks, and she groaned in relief at the filling of her newly opened passage as he began a heavy deep thrusting into her already hotly grinding young cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her whole body quivering in abandoned ecstasy. She had been so close before to an orgasm that it didn't take long this time with Bart's thick, expanding penis fucking up into her like a jackhammer gone wild. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened and she felt her muscles tightening into rigidity with the unmistakable signs.
"I ... oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
Her hands clasped desperately behind his wildly driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widestretched vagina. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving prick, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they bounced rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.
"Give it to her, Bart!" the Steve Shelley voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "I want a picture of the both of you cumming!"
Bright flashes filled the room as Tansy, writhing beneath the spurred-on Bart Linwood, continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unrestricted rivulets down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly twisting loins.
Above her, Bart groaned and she could feel the second hot load of heated male sperm being shot up deep into her dilated young womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool the first boy had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful bursts surged wildly into her, filling her again to the overflowing with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth. Tansy's firm nubile young body was drained of everything when at last Bart's grip on her legs was released and she could collapse her limbs on the couch. She lay spread-eagled, unable to even close her legs, as she felt his heavy weight lift from her, and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form.
The deep, masculine voice of the triumphantly smiling high-school coach spoke in the distance as she faded into peaceful unconsciousness. "Take another turn with her, Jason. She's not dead yet, and I need a few more shots before I leave to visit her mother. Use your imagination and see what you can do."
"How about both of us fucking her at the same time?" Bart gasped as he sprawled, satiated beside her.
"Anything you want. And when you come over later, maybe we can make it all five of us at the same time!"
* * *
Gillian Nash sat dejectedly in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room. It was nearly dark outside, and Tansy still hadn't returned. The lovely widow had been waiting all that day for the phone to ring or the door to open, and the longer she waited, the more worried she became about her daughter.
She reached over and reluctantly grasped a half-empty bottle of Scotch, tipping it so that the burnt-amber-colored liquor poured into a small glass beside it on the table. She had promised herself after she'd finished the last glass that there would be no more drinking ... but she was so distraught from the waiting that she couldn't resist having something to soothe her frayed nerves. The shadows lengthened across the living room from the windows, but she didn't feel like getting up and turning on the lights. Somehow, she didn't want to face the brightness they would bring, not before her daughter was back with her again.
Damn, she moaned under her breath as she took a long drink from the straight Scotch. Damn ... damn, where was Tansy? Why hadn't she been able to handle things better so that her child couldn't have run off the way she had?
The soothing warm liquor hit bottom. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and the impact was immediate. The warmth spread through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her flesh. She raised the glass again and finished it. Then she leaned back against the cushion and lit a cigarette, and watched the curling smoke drift up toward the ceiling. It was funny to watch, for it almost seemed to have a purpose, as though it knew where it was going, only to waver and diffuse into funny little wisps in all directions and finally disappear into nothingness. Perhaps the smoke was like her life, having purpose and direction when she had had Fred, now only confused and directionless. Would she, too, simply end up disappearing into nothingness?
She wondered what she would do when Tansy finally did return home. What could she say that was different from this horrible morning? There must be a middle-ground somewhere, some place inbetween where she could meet her daughter, where real happiness could be found....
The phone rang shrilly from the hall, interrupting her reverie. Gillian jerked from its sudden insistance, then hurried to it, almost as if she was afraid that if she didn't catch it before it rang again, whoever was calling would give up and go away. She grabbed the receiver, holding it breathlessly to her. "H ... hello? Tansy?
"No, Mrs. Nash. This is Steve Shelley."
Gillian knew Steve Shelley, of course. She had tried to keep their acquantance as brief as possible in the past, even after Fred, who had been the jealous type, was killed. The man bothered her in some inexplicable way, in an ethereal, uneasy fashion she couldn't put her finger on, but which had unsettled her from the moment he had moved in beside her. Steve Shelley had always been the gentleman around her and Tansy and Tansy had never reported anything but good about him from her school ... But still there was that pervading air of something corrupting about him, something deliciously wrong as though to be around him would be skirting danger.....
"Yes, Mr. Shelley?"
"Do call me Steve. After all, we're neighbors."
"Mr. Shel ... I mean, Steve," she replied , not liking the new intimacy but not wishing to take the time to argue over it. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little rushed, but I'm waiting for an important call from my daughter. What is it you want?"
"Well, it's about Tansy, I'm afraid," he said solemnly.
"About. .!" A clammy iciness crawled up Gillian's backbone, as if his tone and the use of I'm afraid preluded some tragedy. Her throat was suddenly dry, and the Scotch pounded in her temples parasitically, but she managed to stammer, "Is ... is she hurt? Has she had an accident? What's happened?"
"Oh, Tansy is fine, Gillian," the coach said, and he chuckled in an odd voice. "Don't worry about that, she's just in great shape. But there is a matter of where she is and what she's doing that we must discuss. Won't you come over to my house so we can talk?"
"Please, Mr Shelley...."
"Steve."
"Steve. Please, tell me now."
"No, it concerns something I must show you as well. I'll expect you shortly." And without another word of explanation, he hung up.
Trembling with anxiety, Gillian stood with the receiver in her hand. Then, the momentary stun of shock passing, she quickly placed it back on the phone cradle and rushed back to the living room. She took a last shot of Scotch, needing the strength it gave her to face whatever bad news he had hinted at, then paused in front of the hall mirror with a woman's automatic behavior to smooth her short beige dress and pat her hair. Clutching her purse, she hurried across the short space of the two side yards, up the cement steps to the narrow front porch of the Shelley residence. Facing the closed front door, she experienced a momentary sense of panic, as though her intuition was telling her that should she step through its portal, her life would be altered forever. But her desire to find out about Tansy overcame her reluctance, and taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and rang the bell.
Steve Shelley answered the door almost immediately. He seemed to be dressed in nothing but a royal blue silk lounging robe, a dragon was embroidered in red on the back. "Come in, my dear," he said in a soft, syrupy voice.
"Th ... thank you." She swallowed heavily and followed him into his living room, which was tastefully decorated in Danish modern.
"Sit down, Gillian. You don't mind my calling you Gillian, do you?"
She did, but said quickly, "No, no I don't."
"And don't forget to call me Steve," he said, not taking his eyes from her body. He appraised the lusciously figured young mother of Tansy Nash and was renewed with a burgeoning desire for the raven haired beauty with her provocatively moral ways. "Would you care for a drink?"
"No ... Steve, thank you just the same. I want to know about Tansy. Please, please tell me what this is all about."
"Of course, my dear Gillian." He sat down beside her on a long, low couch, and then leaned over to pick up a flat celophane envelope from the coffee table in front of them. "You see," he said, holding them from her eyes, "your daughter has been dating a certain Jason Hargrove."
"I know," she blurted, "and I don't approve of him."
"As well you might not. He is quite the young lover, and to be perfectly frank, he has convinced her to be intimate with him."
"Inti...!" Gillian jerked her hands to her face, shielding the words which were about to blurt from her shocked mouth. "You don't mean ...?"
"See for yourself," Steve said almost casually, and handed the beautiful stricken woman the envelope.
Trembling with fear and trepidation, Gillian slid three color pictures out, and after one chilling glimpse at the top photo, she stared up in horror at the obscenely glittering eyes of Steve Shelley.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, sucking in her breath, the blood draining from her face and leaving her features a deathly pale. "Isn't that first one a jewel?" the teacher said with a pleasant smile. "Shows every tiny detail so plainly, just as if it was posed. It wasn't of course, but then candid snaps are so much better, don't you think?"
The first shot was of Tansy naked and sprawling on a long, wide couch with the similarly nude body of her boyfriend, Jason, bending over her. He was licking her open vagina, and to her mother's horror, Tansy had her legs splayed in full provocative view of the camera lens, showing all of her own desire-moistened vaginal slit. Is this what she's been doing with that boy? Gillian asked herself miserably. She stared then at the giant cock that was stretching from Jason's hovering loins as he leaned forward. Look at how huge his penis is! He'd kill Tansy with that giant thing! My God! What am I allowing myself to think?
CHAPTER FIVE
The trembling young widow flipped to the next photo, only to see that her worst fears were confirmed. Tansy's pinkly throbbing little cunt mouth and the surrounding raven black pubic hair were spread wide, and in the right hand edge of the picture was the muscled, pelvis of Jason, his dark pubic hair a sharp contrast to the girl's light-textured flesh. His thick, rigid shaft was in close-up focus, showing the convoluted ridges and bluish veins and the long thin tube beneath that was ready to shoot his sperm deep up into her nakedly spread young daughter. Its pulsating, blunt cockhead was buried in the warm wet pussy, Tansy's firm white buttocks stretched to the limit by his cruel impalement. In the background, Gilljan could make out the figure of another lovely nude teenage girl, her teeth parted as she kissed a strange boy's testicles, licking the base of his penis with wet, lapping strokes from her moistly glistening tongue. His cock must have been sucked for some time, by the way the soft light of the room shone down off the wetly shining skin....
Gillian gave a small cry of hysteria at the obscene images, and she tried to clear her mind of the horrible thoughts of her own fifteen year old daughter being a partner in this awful, clandestine orgy. But she couldn't refute the facts before her eyes, and a warm heavy throb of torment pulsed subconsciously through her, caused by the erotic qualities of the lewd photographs. She squeezed her buttocks together in a desperate effort to stop the lewdly rising erection the dirty pictures were involuntarily causing in her, and forced herself to look at the next one.
To her abject horror, this time she recognized the other boy as being the depraved seducer of her little girl. Tansy was turning her head so that she could watch his cock, which was rigidly held about an inch away from her eagerly pulsating vaginal mouth, as it splashed hotly a steady stream of white sticky cum against her thighs and darker curling young pussy hair. The smooth ivory white cheeks of her naked buttocks were drenched with the sperm, and her knees were pulled back until her slender legs were squashing the high-peaked, hard-nippled moons of her breasts. Her fingers were clutching the cheeks of her buttocks in an effort to pull them wider so that still more of her pink, hair-rimmed crevice could receive the deliciously exciting bath of the young, heated male sperm. It was obvious by the contorted expression of pure ecstasy on her wildly distorted facial features that she was reveling in the utter lewdness of her humiliation ... was glorying in it!
Tansy ... Oh, God, my darling child! Gillian's tortured mind screamed.
"You like them, Gillian?" Steve asked her calmly.
"No! Of course I don't!" she cried, throwing the obscene photographs on the table in revulsion and rejection. "They're terrible!"
"Well," he said in an offhand manner, "perhaps you'll find one you'd enjoy. I took a dozen all told, though I've got the others tucked under lock and key at the moment."
"You ... took them?" Tillian wanted to scream, to hit and slash and tear at this vile, beastly man who sat so calmly next to her and freely admitted his part in the horrible debasement of her daughter. "You must be insane!"
"We'll see who's so insane, my dear," Steve rasped harshly, his face suddenly showing anger. "You want all twelve pictures don't you?"
"W ... want them?" Gillian stammered in a sudden, hushed tone of fear.
"Don't be so naive, Gillian. I know a number of dirty picture distributors who would pay plenty to be able to reproduce a hot set like this."
"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Shelley! I'm going to call the police and have you locked up in a prison where you belong!"
"No, you won't, my dear. I'd simply deny everything, and it's your word against mine. Besides, think of the scandal it would cause your daughter. You wouldn't want that, would you? On top of the fact that should you call the cops, I'll sell the set the first chance I get!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Gillian said, standing up suddenly.
Steve leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Gillian's face, knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything!" he snarled angrily at her. "Just you get it through your stuck-up head that if you don't want the truth about your darling daughter peddled in every bar from San Francisco to Boston, you'd better start treating me right!"
What ... what do you want of me?" Gillian's voice faded to a whisper.
"You know very well what I want of you," he said cynically, sneering with obvious lust. "You're going to work to get those pictures back, baby, work hard to please me."
Gillian sat in a state of shock, dabbing lifelessly at the trickles of blood with her dress sleeve. Yes, she knew what he wanted of her ... her body. The galling truth of her hopeless position flooded her mind, for she was being blackmailed into submitting to this handsome but animalistic man in exchange for the chance to save her daughter's reputation. She would sacrifice herself, she knew after a moment's contemplation, for her own happiness was over, but Tansy's was just beginning, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to make her child a better future. She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly degrading sensation of this strange man's penis buried deep up inside her open vagina, for she was certain that that was what he would demand from her. She knew that she would almost die from the humiliation of it all, the degeneracy of submitting to his cruel lusts where no man had ever been other than her late husband.
She didn't speak, steeling herself to the ordeal that lay ahead, wishing only that she could get it over and done with quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps, she could live a normal life again.
Steve Shelley read the symptoms of her surrender. "I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred, running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad, am I?"
Gillian left the question unanswered, and kept her eyes to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I want the pictures first, Steve," she finally managed to say.
"Oh, no," Steve said, slapping his hand on the three on the table to show his denial. "We'll play some games first, and if you twitch your pussy real good and at the right times, you can have them tomorrow."
"How ... how do I know you'll give them to me?" she grimaced from the lewdness of his words.
"You'll simply have to trust me. You don't have any other choice, do you?" he said with a victorious smirk. "Come, we'll go to my bedroom now." He led the way down the corridor, Gillian following, almost glad that he wasn't prolonging her agony any longer than necessary. "What do you think of my little chamber of love?" he asked, throwing the bedroom door wide open.
It was the strangest room Gillian had ever seen. It was exactly like her own in size, but the ceiling and an entire wall were completely covered with gilded mirrors. Hanging on the walls were paintings showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable in a huge orgy of tangled bodies and limbs. It was done very realistically, and there must have been over a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three, four, and five.
"I dabble as a painter occasionally," Steve said modestly.
Gillian stood for a long moment at the door of the hedonistically decored room, revolted and fearful of entering. But she had decided that she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself to save her daughter from ruin, she would do so. In a way, she felt that she had helped create this horrible situation by having failed as a mother somewhere in the raising of Tansy, and this was to be her punishment for it.
There was a thick orange carpet on the floor, and sighing with the hopelessness of her plight, she slipped out of her shoes as Steve had when he'd entered, and padded barefoot into the room.
"Sit down on the bed, my dear Gillian," the lewd blackmailer said, gesturing to the largest water bed she had ever seen. It was covered with the white satin bedspread, but as soft as it was, she felt revulsion stir through her as she slowly settled herself on it.
"Now," ' he said cruelly, "I want to see that beautiful body of yours stripped bare-assed naked. Sit still and let me undress you."
She closed her eyes, forcing her mind to dwell on the pictures she had to earn as she felt the muscular coach's hands hurredly unzip her dress. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and he peeled it from her. Than came her bra, and he whistled in admiration as the large, round spheres emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Gillian cringed as his warm wet lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening her nipples in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Steve's face as he trembling wet palms glided unimpeded over her firm controus, cupping and kneading them brutally until Gillian cried out from the pain and humiliation.
She was completely naked now except for the sheer panties that were only a thin nylon wisp around her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in all her life, and burning waves of shame crept through her in spite of her now to gain those damaging photographs at any personal sacrifice or mortification. Nausea rose as his thick, lean fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope with its threat against her daughter.
Steve's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light, butterfly contact across her sensitive white flesh to her flimsy white panties. She groaned helplessly as his hand rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth nylon material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly, pulling gently at the soft little strands of pubic hair that protruded teasingly out from under the leg band. She shut her eyes tightly as his fingers hooked around the elastic band at the top.
"Lift your ass," he ordered, using the blunt word to remind her of his total dominance.
Gillian arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs exposing now the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
Steve smacked his lips in appreciation. "You're the first one I've had in quite a while."
He reached below, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded contours of her trembling buttocks, stroking them greedily. He dug his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to take his hand away, then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmer lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and unprepared, and Gillian clenched her teeth tightly together in fear that he was going to force his way into her and hurt her. Instead, he reached to the small table beside the bed and dug his fingers into a jar of Vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating jelly the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the Vaseline deep into the soft giving folds, preparing it for the entry of his already erect cock that was bulging in entrapment beneath his scarlet smoking jacket.
"You are very tight, my dear Gillian. You've been without a man far too long for your own health. But we'll soon cure that, won't we?"
He chuckled lasciviously, and Gillian cried out in sudden protest as she felt his fingers stretch her vagina cruelly wider, the walls of the narrow pink slit surrounding it aching painfully from the harsh outward pull. "That's more like it," he grinned evilly, pressing his fingers between the lips of the tortured little opening until they were all the way to his palm and he could go no further. She struggled downward to escape the cruel impalement, but it was useless.
She lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly impaled by his fingers that she couldn't find any direction of relief. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the Scotch she'd drunk or she could never had stood being held in this lewd position by this evil, blackmailing man free to do with her as he wished. And the worst was that she didn't dare complain, for then he might never decide to give her the damning pictures of her young teenaged daughter.
Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Steve Shelley removing his hand suddenly and standing up beside the bed. He shed his silken jacket and then was above her again on the bed, looking down at her with his hands on his hips. With the reflections of the mirrors on the ceiling and wall, Gillian felt as though she was surrounded by a phalanx of heavy, erectly throbbing cocks and menacing, sperm-swollen sacs of testicles, all poised at the ready for the deadly thrusts up between her open thighs that she knew were soon to come.
"First, my dear, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my lovemaking," Steve said with crooning delight.
She shivered in silent dread in the center of the silken white bed, listening with bated breath as he picked up something from the same table which held the Vaseline. She didn't dare follow his movements for fear of screaming, and she couldn't have stood having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms and long, probing fingers to once more clamp down and bore into the soft now completely defenseless flesh of her body.
They didn't come.
Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her feet. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms, and she jumped in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at the cause of the tingling sensation. Steve Shelley was leaning forward at the foot of the bed, grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagled nakedness. He had in his hands a long thin pole with a curling, fluffy feather at its end, and he was stroking her feet with the tip of it.
She tried to resist its tantalizing little manipulations, but in the master control of the depraved coach, the feathered tickling soon began to drive her mad. "Don't move, my dear," he warned. "Just lie there and enjoy what I'm doing to you. He continued the lascivious strokings slowly up her calves, and Gillian clenched her teeth tight together, willing her muscles to keep still and not make her body thrash wildly about.
Steve smiled lewdly at the effect he was having on her. He paused at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small titilating circles against the soft bare flesh, and then he thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into her slightly parted vaginal lips. Gillian sucked in her fevered breath, unable to prevent herself from drawing her thighs up and apart so that all of her moistly spread vagina was presented to his greedy eyes in her lewd, crab-like stance. He grinned salaciously and jiggled the feather lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Gillian was going out of her mind, and undulated her quivering buttocks helplessly beneath the tickling torture her body was being subjected to.
"Oh! Oh, please stop! Ooohhhh, please, please, stop! I ... I can't ... stand what you're doing! I ... can't!"
But still the feather teased playfully at the tender parts of her vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating crevice to her tiny throbbing clitoris, and flicking maddenly at it until with a sudden groan, Gillian felt it begin a gently involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Steve Shelley laughing arrogantly at her reactions as he hovered over her, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.
He worked it slowly up over the softly pulsating mound of her genitals and across the flat plane of her belly, pausing for a moment to tickle the delicate little indentation of her navel, and then up the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arm. It almost drove her crazy, and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the handsome but depraved man who was subjecting her to the horrible indignities, her feelings were slowly changing. Her gasps and moans of humiliation and torment tapered off into deep mewls of helplessly forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow, sensuous writhings as the feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against this lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dropped from her torso, wetting the softness of the furry bedcovering below her.
Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body begin to slip away. She had vowed that she would never allow it to betray her, no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, until she was legally married again. But the utter hopelessness of her submission, and the feather in the hands of this master debaucher, violating all the sensitive and unprotested parts of her tender enslaved flesh were too much not to react to! Unwanted pleasures began to ripple from the depths of her quivering belly as passions long held in self-imposed celibacy were kindled into lewd fires of unbridled sexual craving.
Against her will, her proud firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard roundness, and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as he tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the rose-pink areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching up off the bed to absorb more of its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into a splayed crab-like position. The slit of her crotch was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor above. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip of the lewdly teasing feather quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the openly spread crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight rubbery orifice jerked in surprise, and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the soft, yet malicious probing.
"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she gasped between tightly clenched teeth. "D ... don't! Ooohhhh, please don't! I ... I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her tiny clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to clench her buttocks closed and end the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation, torturous flicking of the feather never stopped. There was no relief.
"Oh, please, p ... please, ohhhhh, oooohhhhh, stop, stop, stoooooopppppp!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me! You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked there, my dear?" Steve hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her helplessly flexing anal orifice. "Would you rather have me fuck you in the ass?"
"No!" she groaned piteously, the degeneracy of his threat making her shiver with revulsion. "No! No!"
He quickened the flicking feather....
"Aaaaahhhhggggggg! I ... I mean, yes! Yeeesssss!" she babbled helplessly. Anything! Anything, but stop! Stop! Oh, God, please stop!"
As suddenly, as it had begun, the torturous tickling lifted from between her legs. Gillian's exhausted muscles relaxed from their straining, her body relieved from fighting against her humiliation and rising excitement, and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her ... failed her as completely as it had when she'd masturbated last night. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew that he would pick and pull at her helplessness until he had destroyed the last remaining vestiges of her resistance and pride, like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony. Yet still her mind dwelled with dazed determination on obtaining that packet of pictures. She had to have that packet for Tansy; she just had to! There was no choice, and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness.
Demoniacally, Steve Shelley locked his eyes on her full sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from the torment of his feathering. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath his torture with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his cock down in between them, and shivered at the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it ... but that would have to wait until later.
Now was the time for the ultimate subjugation of her lovely naked body, the complete surrender of that hot little bitch, Tansy Nash's trembling young mother to his cruel whims! He couldn't wait another moment, or he'd ejaculate from the excitement right where he was! Discarding the feathered pole, he harshly commanded.
"All right, my dear. Roll over and get up on your knees. Hurry! Kneel before me! Kneel up and show me that luscious naked ass of yours!"
She hesitated for a moment, and then felt his eager hands on her hips, jerking her over onto her stomach and raising her quivering moon-shaped buttocks high up off the bed. Crudely, he forced her to spread her legs wide so that the backs of her white, firm thighs were presented invitingly to him, lewdly displaying the full surface of her pink, passion-soaked pussy to his lusting eyes. Her backsides waved in open invitation to the cruel ravishment he had promised to inflict upon her, and her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Gillian, my little pet, I can tell that way down deep at heart you really want to be fucked," he grinned almost reverently with desire.
"Oh, no ... No, I don't! Oh, please don't do this to me!" Tears of anticipated pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the realization came to her that nothing she said would stop him. He was going to do it to her there. He was going to plant his long, hard penis fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of sex that she hadn't known existed before. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, as her unwilling body was forced to be punished and abused in one of the most obscene and degrading ways possible. She could never live through it. She could never face the world again after this horror and subjugation! Surely she would die!
She cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless. He cupped her soft resilient flesh in his hands, his strong fingers moving over the moon-shaped whiteness of her buttocks, kneading the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with his unsatiated lust.
Gillian lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. She had the urge to turn her head and look at him to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. She waited unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks and thighs which flowered out teasingly from her narrow, beautifully curved waist. She moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture of her innocent, almost unused body as she presented it up in helpless sacrifice to the leering dark eyes above it.
The sadistic high school coach moved in closer to her backsides. Gillian could feel a gentle teasing motion not unlike the feather begin along the sensitive outside edges of her vaginal lips staring teasingly just inside the moist pink slit of her wide-spread crotch. Her breasts involuntarily hardened as she realized that Steve Shelley was rubbing the rubbery tip of his cock in the soft wet channel between her buttocks, and goosebumps rippled along her skin. She'd been caught unaware by the gentle probing of her helplessly exposed genitals. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more violent attack, but this ... this was different, and was unexpected and subtle, an exquisite sensation she couldn't resist!
She felt sudden shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the submissive rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath the teasing softness of his attack, and she groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of submitting to the lewd desire for that giant penis which was now so deliciously teasing her backsides. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and fought it with all her might ... but the leering Steve knew that it was too late for her, and there was no escape.
"You like my love-making, my dear, I can tell," he crooned. "I shall make you very happy now, happier than you've ever been before." Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew that he had broken her will to resist, and now she was ready to receive the pleasures of his hardened cock worming up into her open belly.
Gillian moaned again as he increased the speed of his teasing manipulations. She could feel the tips of her nipples hardening into diamond-like chips as her ripe full breasts swayed beneath her quivering chest, and she sighed with the delightful sensations the man behind her was sending through every fiber of her body. Dear God, she must somehow fight. She mustn't succumb as she had been doing ... but ooohhhh, how could she? It was so goooood a feeling!
"What a nice, hairless little hole," she heard him mutter, and then suddenly the long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her vagina moved upwards through the slipperiness of the vasoline he had smeared there earlier and nestled throbbingly in the tiny puckered lips of her defensively clenched anus. She gasped, sucking in her breath, and then Steve grasped her buttocks in both his hands and flicked his hips forward. She grunted from the sudden, excruciating pain of the unexpectedly brutal intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for him to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But his invasion grew, and she felt her thighs being swept aise as his thick, rigid, penis bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her Vaseline lubricated anus. She ached and could only moan and plead of his mercy.
"Oooohhhh! W ... wait! P ... please wait! You're killing me!" She screamed out in a whimpering sob. "It hurts! You're too big for me there! Ooohhhhhh, stop!"
"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't even taken half of me up in your pretty little asshole yet," he taunted the stricken mother, driving still more of his fleshy shaft forward into the walls of her tightly stretched rectum.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she cried, the penetration increasing. She felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts. His huge, unending cock throbbed on, expanding the warm, moist flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering conquest, pushing far up inside her rectum, the pain unbearable to her with every inch of her passage it took. She fought in wild desperation against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside, but then in a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed, and Steve, flicking his hips forward the final inch, imbedded his thick hard cock all the way up to his testicles in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. She grunted in submission, her eyes and mouth opened wide in torment as she could feel the course hair of his loins grinding cruelly into the softness of her buttocks cheeks.
Steve, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to fuck rhythmically and unmercifully deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing rod into her with long, smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping anal flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for another viscious lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Steve snorting gleefully to hiself and gripping hard on her soft, globular buttocks with each lunge the rampaging penis made into her rectum, trapping her servile body between his skewering from behind and the furry bedcover of the mattress in front. She was hopelessly trapped in her kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered, and her thighs periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him, though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and the humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of the pain, she stretched her mind and clasped tight her anal muscles, trying desperately to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, God! It hurts! It hurts!" Gillian heard herself grunt masochistically, and tentatively, to ease the pain, she fucked back against him to meet the forward thrust of his cock. She began to undulate her body, swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke.
"Oooooohhhh!" Steve Shelley groaned. "Oooohhh, your little asshole's so hot and tight up inside! But that's it, my dear! Ooohhhh, that's it!" He threw back his head in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping him, and watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock, feeling the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him. He groaned and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was like a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command. There was no resistance left in this innocently pure young widow impaled on his cock. He would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before, and she would soon learn to love it ... Hell, she was quickly beginning to love it already! He watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him, her long raven-black hair falling down over her face and around her neck as she squirmed her nakedly kneeling body lewdly in fron of him.
He increased the intensity and speed of his lust-hardened cock fucking into her rectum until her breasts jerked and danced below her helplessly bucking body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She continued to push back at the thick instrument fucking into her from the rear, almost praying for him to cum up in her so it would end, and she could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked in gloating fascination on her twisted and bent form. Gradually, she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded in her, and she became aware that hot lubricating juices of her cunt and anus had begun to flow, easing the pain, allowing still more of the ever growing cock to be pumped into her. She could feel his huge gourd-like testicles brushing against her clitoris between her wide-spread thighs, and with every pounding beat of them against her hardened little bud, a weird masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the lessening pain was strangely pleasurable, and she waved her buttocks back against it as much as she could.
The sight in the mirrors incited her more. This was total subjugation ... being helplessly enslaved on her knees this way, breasts jiggling crazily underneath, and she could see from the reflections in the polished glass the giant rod impaling her from behind. God, it was huge! It appeared as though her buttocks were spread beyond all human endurance. And that monsterous instrument was actually sunk all the way up between them as far as it would go. She could even see the tiny pink lips of her thinly stretched anus clasped tightly around the edges of it. God, what a hole it made in her rectum! The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.
"Is it good?" Steve panted, now stroking the shitely quivering globes of her buttocks, sweat rolling from his face in profusion. "Do you like it?"
"Ooohhhhh! Nooooo! Noooooo!" Gillian moaned, a battle raging within her. She couldn't be liking this! No ... no, it was too lewdly awful, too sinfully degrading to enjoy.
Do you want me to stop?" he taunted cruelly. "Do you want me to stop ... and keep the pictures?"
She suddently groaned at the reminder of why she was kneeling before him and panicked at his threat, "Oh, no! Don't stop!"
"Then say it! Say you love me fucking you in the ass, my dear!"
"Ooohhhhhh!" she hissed from between clenched teeth as he fucked the hardness of his cock still deeper and harder into her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole with every sadistic lunge of his pelvis. Oh God, how he was debasing her, treating her like a common slut he had bought for the night. Then, in spite of her revulstion at submitting to him like this, strange masochistic pleasures rippled through her again. She suddenly wanted to be destroyed by what she was going, she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lustinciting sensation.
"Yes, fuck me ... fuck me in the asshole gooooood...." she grunted through contorted lips, sweat dripped from her straining face, the rhythm of his cruel skewering of her rectal passage building an aching hunger for more. Exquisite maddening pleasures purled through her helpless naked form, the thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod into her, fueling the hot licking flames in her loins. It was unbearable! "Oooohhh, God, yessssss, fuck me in the ass like that!"
Steve grinned an obscene smile of victory. He had the proud bitch right where he wanted her. She wanted it with all her being now, and by God, he was going to give it to her. He began an even harder, faster fucking motion with his hips driving her white quivering buttocks high up in the air and then down again as a jockey riding a thoroughbred horse. His thick, rigid cock fucked into her round-stretched anus in heavy deep thrusts that traveled the full eight inches of fleshy shaft. A moist sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the small bedroom, and the slap of his heavily swinging balls down against her soft, pink vaginal slit and trembling little clitoris below joined it harmoniously. Steve licked his lips hungrily as he watched the tiny reddish pucker of her sphincter muscle clutch at his penis as if it didn't want him to come out, only to disappear inside again as he lunged brutally forward.
Gillian groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing rampantly through her sodomistically ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the bed covers as she was bucked up and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was. She could feel his monsterous cock growing inside her mercilessly battered rectum, its giant head pummeling into her like an unrelenting fist. His fingers that tore inhumanly at her nakedly writhing hips gave her no respite from the involuntarily growing pleasure, building ... building ... ever building deep in her belly.
"Harder ... harder ... ooohhhh, cum, cum, fuck me harder and cum...." she heard herself chant deliriously in rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart. She wanted to be ripped. Great huge waves of delicious sensations surged through her, her entire body growing like an expanded balloon, threatening to burst into a thousand colored pieces as it had not done since her husband had last fucked her. At last she was filled with cock again, her lewdly tingling body was being raped as never before, and it felt as if her very insides were melting from the fierce heat of her insane arousal and coming out around his stabbing cock in flowing white-hot liquid. Cum ... cum ... she was going to cum!
Suddenly, with a groan deep from in her lungs, great floods of seething juice streamed out from the walls of her vagina, gushing on out over Steve's testicles as they swung heavily down from the base of his penis. Gillian gave one long low scream, reaching back with her hands and splaying her asscheeks farther apart to give his pistoning cock greater access. She thrust her brutally aching loins up at him with demonical force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still pumping rod. More juices flowed from her quivering vaginal crevice as her nostrils flared and one long gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her chest as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. She collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as the after-sensations floated down gently from the wildly exploding orgasm she had reached.
Her next door neighbor sense her climax and drove his penis deep up inside as her legs splayed out on either side of his heavily lunging body. He could feel the hot jet stream begin far down in his inflated testicles, and race headlong down the length of his pulsating shaft, spewing wildly out of the tip deep into the darkly hidden depths of her rectum. He filled her belly completely and overflowing out from her tightly clenched anus to trickle down and mingle with her own orgasmic juices seeping hotly from the soft, hair-lined lips of her excitedly contracting cunt below. He gave one last gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last dregs of sperm into her still quivering backsides, then he, too, collapsed across her spent body, flattening her on her stomach, spread-eagled on the furry white bed.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her forever-expanded anus. She felt wet and expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning.
Any physical damage to her ravished, battered, and bruised body would heal, she knew, but she doubted that anything could ever eliminate the horrible mental injury that she had done unwillingly to herself. She knew that she should now be filled with repugnance and loathing, but she was not, and this made her frightened more than from the vile acts done to her by Steve Shelley. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vividly, she remembered her own lustful performance just now. Truly, his handsome, virile body had reached her before he was done. He had come at her like a conquering warrior devourint the spoils of victory, and the fact she could not avoid was that she had completely and wantonly enjoyed the ugly but delicious sensation Steve had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. God, she was ashamed!
She rolled over onto her back, unmindful that all of her naked, lust-sweat beauty was on display in the mirrors, reflecting like a hundred trembling, glistening bodies, whose rosy-hued flesh were painted with the mingling fluids of male sperm and female orgasmic secretions. What modesty was there to lose now? He had unlocked some deep, wickedly lewd blackness in her soul, and if he wanted a whore, then a whore she would be. And she sickeningly realized that she would respond with more than just an act to please him. She would be that whore, reveling in his cruel debasement....
And then in the reflecting glass above and around her, the lovely young mother suddenly saw other figures. Her eyes flew wide with startled, terrified shock, and she struggled to her knees on the bed, tottering with humiliation and torment. Two boys and a strange girl were slowly advancing into the bedroom, but there were only dim, hazy images to her, her eyes staring with utter mortification at the slim young teenager whose face was distorted with horror and disbelief in front of them. "Tansy!"
* * *
About an hour before Gillian Nash choked out her daughter's name. Tansy had been a quivering, quietly moaning girl on the couch in Wilma's Casey's basement playroom. Time was meaningless and blurred to her, merging with the cocks of Jason Hargrove and Bart Linwood which had continually assaulted her hapless, drug-crazed young body. She was beyond emotion, her tender loins jerking spasmodically as her muscles twitched from the wild, electric-like orgasms she'd received.
The two boys and the naked young girl, Wilma, stood over her writhing form, grinning lewdly down at her. She stared back up at them through dulled, sex-fogged eyes, her legs sprawled wide out to the sides, displaying obscenely all of her pink, gently palpitating vagina. Their voices were indistinct and dim in her buzzing ears, for she was no longer a little, innocent teenaged girl, but a passionate mass of sexually satiated and drugged female flesh, unable to think or breathe.
"Have we time to take her on again?" Bart was asking excitedly. Even though he'd already cum many times in her and his girl friend, Wilma, the very prurience of this virginal-looking Tansy enticed his cock to harden with renewed interest.
"No, we've got to get over to the coach's house," Jason said, and then he grinned with unsatiated lust at his friend. What the hell, you can fuck her again anyway you want to when we get over there."
"Sure," Wilma added excitedly. "What the hell, the more the merrier. Come on, lets get the hot bitch dressed so we can go."
Her limbs too weak and weary to be able to perform for herself, Tansy allowed the others to lift her up from the couch and dress her. Then exhaustedly, she hung between Jason and Bart as they helped her to the four-door sedan that belonged to Bart and which he'd driven to Wilma's that morning. She tottered as they opened the back door, and almost fell inside, lowering herself to the soft seat and unconsciously allowing herself to be snuggled in the arms of her boyfriend, Jason Hargrove, as he climbed in beside her.
As Bart drove back through town and to her house, Tansy found that some of her passion-fevered mind had cleared in the wake of her sexual ecstasy. Shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to blur and darken her quiltily swollen eyes and dribble down her cheeks. Well, she'd finally been fucked, and fucked good. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think about it ... Maybe later, when she was safely away from Jason and the other scheming young couple, Bart and Wilma....
Jason pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially fogged eyes, the self-loathing girl saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "You were great, baby," he complimented. "Now don't be all morbid and sulky about it ... a good fucking never hurt any girl, and you've got to admit, you really turned on something fierce. Just like I said you would, once you got a taste of cock. Rest awhile," he continued, his hand fondling her trembling leg. "Rest until we get over to where you live. I think you'll get a real surprise at what's waiting for you."
The handsome youth's chuckle was almost obscene, and Tansy shuddered at the lurid thought of what the "surprise" might be ... but she never considered even in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her mind what she was speeding toward in crushed obeisance....
At first she thought that they were going to stop at her house, and her initial reaction was one of relief. Maybe there wasn't going to be a surprise, or if there was, it was to let her free. Oh God, she hoped so! But then she felt a twinge of fear, as she thought of what her mother would say if she saw her like this. Tansy knew that she couldn't ever explain what had really happened to her, how she had been deceived and led on with alcohol and drugs until she'd gone too far and finally even her own body had betrayed her.
Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house, but would run away. Even if somehow she kept it a secret, she could never be able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't face her home and the love that it represented. She was too soiled, too rained. While time might dim the memory, it would never erase it.
Instead, they stopped the car next door, at Steve Shelley's residence. Puzzled, she let Jason help her out of the car.
"What ... what are we doing here?"
"You'll see...." he chuckled with a secret sounding lewdness.
"I don't understand, Jason. Why are we going to visit coach Shelley?"
"Patience, baby. Walk right in and in a minute you'll find out."
Bart opened the front door without knocking, as if he owned the house, and closed it behind them softly. Jason gripped Tansy's arm in a tight, harsh hold as she faltered, directing her into the living room. Her heart was skipping beats, and she felt a clammy iciness crawling along the saddle of her back. She frowned as she looked around the empty room, perplexed and filled with an indefinable dread.
"Jason, I don't think...."
"Shut-up, baby," he warned her in a rasping low voice. "Have you found them, Bart?" he said to his friend.
"Yeah," came the excited reply. "They're on the coffee table, just as the coach said he'd leave them. And brother, they're hot stuff, all right."
"Show them to little Miss Purity here," Wilma said, a strange leering grin twisting her otherwise pretty face. Bart thrust the packet into Tansy's hands and she looked first at them and then up at Jason in puzzlement.
"Go on, open it, he hissed at her menacingly.
Tansy opened the packet and slid out the series of color snapshots with trembling fingers, almost as though she knew what they were of. But then she saw them, and she was suddenly stunned immobile! They were all of her, nakedly squirming and twisting beneath the two boys at Wilma's house!
In horror, she shuffled through them. She was plainly visable in each of the photographs, her face contorted in passion as Jason and Bart seemed to take turns to see what could heap the greatest indignity upon her helpless, naked young body. They were turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading of more of what she was receiving.
Tansy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as. she tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions. From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the bright arc-white lights going off, and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably clear that that's what is must have been! And then she remembered hearing Steve Shelley's throbbingly hoarse voice excitedly urging them on into more lewd, lurid poses! He must have been the one who had taken them!
She wanted to be sick, but vented her despair on the pictures instead, frenziedly tearing them up until they were only tiny pieces, and for a moment she felt a small amount of relief.
"Save your strength, baby," Jason chuckled lewdly, shattering her modicum of peace. "Coach Shelley has got lots more, safely hidden away where you can't get at them."
"No!" she gasped. It dawned on her then that the high school coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this. Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures were the proof of it. But ... why?
Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of the bedroom, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone was being hurt. Tansy sucked in her breath, paling from the weird sound.
"Fuck back, Gillian baby! Fuck back harder!"
"Ooohhhhhhhh!" came a responding thin wail.
It was her mother! Stunned, Tansy staggered back against Jason for support. "My ... my mother's in there with Mrs. Shelley!"
"Sure sounds that way," the boy commented.
"But ... but he's hurting her! We've got to stop him! We've got to call the police!" she cried out, clutching at the sleeve of his shirt, pleading hysterically up into his grinning, merciless face.
Then, "Aaaaahhhhh! yes! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"
"I'd say your mother doesn't want any cops right now, baby," Jason said with a sly grin. "Sounds more like she's enjoying herself."
"But ... she couldn't be do ... doing it with Mr. Shelley!"
"You never can tell," Bart snickered. "Let's sidle up to the door and have a looksee, just to make sure."
"But...." the lovely young girl pressed back, unwilling to step nearer the tormented, desperately pleading voice of her mother.
"Before you go running to the cops, we better look first. Time enough to get them later if you still want to." Jason urged her forward with his steel-taloned grip on her arm, and his cock was beginning to pulse with the expectant orgy he was thinking was just ahead.
Tansy took a fevered breath and held onto Jason all the more tightly as the four of them crept silently down the hall to the bedroom. Her whole body tensed as Wilma slowly turned the brass knob and the door fell open. She peered in, and then the young teenager sucked in her horrified breath!
It was her mother! She was kneeling nakedly on the bed, her backside raised high and Steve Shelley fucking her from behind! He had her face pinned to the covers and Tansy could see from the open doorway that his huge hard penis was insinuated tightly against the wide open crevice between the whitely perspiring buttocks of the struggling woman!
Tansy was frozen with shock. She almost let out a scream, but it was choked back as Jason quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She could only stare uncontrollably and bite down on the back of his hand to keep from losing consciousness. She started to shake violently, helplessly unable to regain her composure. She knew that even if Jason let her go, she would not be able to make the slightest move to save her mother, and she watched thunder-struck, her eyes glued to the brutal lewd spectacle in front of her.
Her mother was churning her ravished but more-than-willing naked body back against the man. The bed was pointed directly at the door, so that she could see Steve's thick hard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal he made in her tightly stretched little anus. Tansy could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get more of him deeper into her rectum. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh, He squeezed the large rounded moons together, forcing the crevice of her ass closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Tansy strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's pink anal muscle clasping tightly around it, and below, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the bloated, sperm-filled sac of testicles which pounded against her ragged pink cunt like well-piled pendulums.
She waited for her mother to scream in protest, or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to ... but none came!
Instead, her legs quivered on either side of Steve's lunging loins, and she arched her white, hollowing buttocks back against him, her ass flowered wide open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy forward surge, and small piteous pleas of passionate supplication were rolling from her lips, mingling with the lewd and horrible obscenities that were bursting from the man's lust-contorted mouth. Tansy stood and listened in abject horror to the mewling cries of her mother as she undulated and bucked against the high school coach like a common street slut, grunting and moaning beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.
"Jason, for God's sake, make him stop!" Tansy whispered pleadingly through his hand. "Please, please, make him stop!"
"Are you crazy?" he hissed excitedly back at her. "Take a good look at her, will you? She's loving it! Man, is she a fine, tight piece of ass!"
"Nooooo!" she screamed in muffled horror, hearing his wildly panting words in her ear. "She's my mother! She's my mother!"
"Yeah, and she's earning back your pictures, baby," Jason suddenly said with a lewd cynicism. "She's paying the price for all the fun you had with us today."
"She's....!"
As the full impact of what Jason had told her registered in her mind, she realized that her mother was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. What terrible things he was blackmailing her to do for the return of those pictures! My God, she thought, what could be enough for a man like that? If she could only turn back the clock of time. If there was only someplace she could run to and escape! But there was no way out, and no way of turning back. She had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness, and it wasn't fair that her mother was the only having to submit to this crazed man's sexual depravities.
And she knew as she stared around in wide-eyed hopeless terror at the carnally incited faces of the other three teenagers that she still had her own price to pay....
Before her thoughts could go any further, she was wrenched back to the sight of the bed by a soul-wrenching moan from her mother. The demented blackmailer was going wild now with passion and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body down hard into the covering of the bed until Tansy thought he would drive her face completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her hotly writhing buttocks as she twisted and squirmed in front of him. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his 'cock battered into her machine-gun-like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing young daughter.
Tansy held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh of the tiny squirming anus withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust of the rigid column of pistoning, glistening flesh. And then, her heart seemed to stop as she heard a low, animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping Steve Shelley and his long pole of flesh skewing madly into her helpless mother began throbbing out its hot lewd liquid deep inside her quivering rectum.
She could see it jerking forward and tunnel its way as deep inside the moaning and pleading woman as it could go to hose its sperm deep, deep up inside her backsides. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up emotions bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the widely splayed thighs and legs.
Her buttocks jerked back in the air on either side of his bucking loins, and then she fell limply to the bed, Steve crushingly falling on top of her. It was over, and there was no more reason for Tansy to try and stop them. It had been done and nothing could take it back. Her exhausted mother lay collapsed while he soaked his slowly deflating penis in the liquid depths of her unresisting rectum that he had filled completely with his heated male semen a moment before. Even after he rolled from her, she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. It was as if she was dead.
There was a groan from Gillian.
The naked ivory body moved and seemed to come back to life. She raised up from the bed slightly and turned to look around, and then her mouth contorted in horror, and tears suddenly cascaded down her face in utter disbelief. She tried to speak, but could only manage a pitious mewl.
"Tansy!"
Gillian stared at her daughter, her eyes traveling over her rumpled jersey and stained mini-skirt.
"Mo ... Mo ... Mo" It was all Tansy was able to gasp in a stumbling unintelligibility, her jaw working up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-streaked face on her mother's body....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gillian, bitterly grieving at this shattering confrontation, somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat, "Oh, my darling! Wh ... what are you doing here?"
It snapped then, all the misery and torment inside the mercilessly broken little girl's mind. Hysterically, she turned and struggled in Jason's grip, biting the boy's hand as hard as she could. His howl of pain was only dim in her ears as her brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run ... run ... Bart clutched at her, but she twisted from his lunge and raced down the hall, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from her fear and exertion.
"Don't let her get away!" she heard the naked Steve Shelley yell behind her, and then she was at the door, charging out into the merciful darkness of early night. It was a wild flight, her mind unable to take one more instant of the horribly lewd scenes she'd witnessed without sending her incurably insane, and irrationally, her only thought was to run home ... home and sanctuary ... Her breath came in short gasps and her legs felt as of rubber as she crossed the short lawn between the houses, not even pausing as one of her shoes fell off and caused her to stumble.
"Goddamn, she's a fast little bitch," Jason panted at the open fron door. He stood there, Bart and Wilma gathered around him, watching as she dashed away from them.
Shelley was in the hallway, naked and with his hands on his broad, muscular hips. "For Christ's sakes," he bellowed angrily. "Couldn't the three of you catch her? What do you expect me to do? Run out there like this, my cock and balls flapping in the breeze?"
"She caught us off-guard, coach" Jason said, turning to him "Don't get in a sweat, though. She's just dogging for her own house."
"Well," Steve said, a small thin smile of greed twisting his lips. "That's different."
"What are we going to do?" Wilma asked.
Steve rubbed his hands together. "Why move the party over there, that's all. A slight change of location shouldn't change matters much, and that marijuana hasn't worn off completely yet. When she calms down a bit, it'll start working on her just as hot as before, believe me."
"Yeah, yeah," Bart Linwood agreed, nodding his head eagerly. "So let's get her mother ready for traveling, gang!"
"Right, the night's just begun!" Chuckling with lewd anticipation, Steve walked back into the bedroom where Gillian Nash still covered dejectedly on the bed.
The mother was ushered across to her own house a few minutes later, wearing nothing except her beige dress. Her bra and panties were still lying in a useless pile on the floor of Steve Shelley's bedroom, and Steve himself was only wearing his royal blue satin lounging jacket to hide his naked body from any curious neighbors who might see the five of them. The minute he was in her own house, she cried out for her daughter, and was relieved to hear a small, weak voice answer plaintively from the girl's bedroom. She rushed to her, finding Tansy curled on the bed with her feet drawn up under her buttocks in a defensive huddle.
"Ah, my baby...." Gillian crooned and tenderly cradled her abused young child in her arms. She looked up with tear-streaked eyes as Steve and the three sexually excited teenagers, their eyes gleaming expectantly, crowded into the small room, then down onto Tansy's drug-dazed eyes again, and realized that the tremendous pressures the girl had gone through had dubbed for immature mind beyond comprehending.
Perhaps it was better this way, she thought. Perhaps if she wasn't able to comprehend what was going on with the full, shattering clarity of consciousness, she could be saved from the loathing and disgust which gripped at Gillian's own pain-wracked soul, and her barely formed young life might still have a chance for a normal, happy future.
Steve laughed out loud at the tender sight of the mother comforting her daughter, the evil light in his lustful eyes growing larger as he gazed carnally down at them.
"Why, Steve?" Gillian asked in a pleading choking voice. "Why did you have to have her see us going it together? I was willing to do what you wanted."
"It's all part of the plan, my dear," he said cruelly. "Everything before now has been a lead-up to now. You see, she's a part of the price of the pictures, too."
She gasped in horror, unable to believe that even this bestial pervert could be in inhumanly cruel. "No! You don't mean it!"
"But I do!" he taunted. "I've been seeing the two of you sashay so prim and proper around here all summer, and I've thirsted too damned long to get into your pants. I've been looking forward for a chance like this since the first time you and her came out in the yard in those tight-assed little bikinis of yours."
"I'll do anything you ask!" she cried out in a final desperate appeal to save her daughter.
"Anything! But leave Tansy out of this! She's only a child!"
"Some child," he sneered. "Who the hell posed for the pictures anyway? She did, that's who! Besides," he added with a lewd chuckle, "I haven't fucked her hot little cunt yet!"
"No ... no...."
"But yes, my sweet, Both of you are going to fulfill all the promised delights of your lovely firm bodies. You and her are going to be fucked every way any of us in here ever wanted or dreamed of doing to a female, and you'll damned well learn to like it. Unless you want those pictures of her sold!"
In spite of her admonition to be brave, Gillian couldn't help herself from moaning with he art-rendering sobs. Tears burst from her dejected eyes, and shhe cried into her hands with long weeping sobs. "Oh, God, help us," she blubbered.
"Take your dress off again, my dear," he ordered gleefully. I want you bare-ass naked again."
"Oooohhhhhh!" whimpered Gillian, but it was her only defiant gesture. With fingers so distraught that they couldn't unzip her dress without intense, frustrating effort, the now nearly mindless young widow her teeth, reaffirming her decision that it was better to suffer his cruel indignities now than for Tansy to suffer the rest of her natural-born life. She stood next to the bed, swaying nakedly as her dress dropped down around her bare feet, her eyes clenched tightly shut so she wouldn't have to see the immense, hard and glistening penis again, or the young teenagers' hungry leers at her vibrant, shivering flesh.
"Now," the blackmailing high school coach breathed hotly and passionately. "Now your daughter. Let's all see that tender sweet little cunt of hers that's been gangfucked by the boys here. Hurry up!" he bellowed frantically. "If she can't take her clothes off herself, then you do it for her! And if you won't, then by God, I'll rip them off myself!"
And then like a robot hearing a master's command, Gillian reached out for Tansy's softly tumbling body on the bed, the miniature twin of her own rich curves of deliciously white breasts and thighs, but her daughter suddenly moved, and spoke in a quiet, almost dreamy voice.
"It's all right, Mother," she said, sitting up. "I can undress myself." She started folding her hands over her taut, fully ripened young breasts, grasping with unsteady fingers the hem of her jumper.
"Tansy...." moaned the nerve-shattered woman beside her. "Oh, my darling Tansy...."
"It's my fault this is happening," the girl replied, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke and looked dully at the expectantly leering coach. "I ... I'm willing to face whatever this ... this beast wants." She had her jersey off now, and was unbuttoning her skirt with unsteady but determined pale little fingers. As she stood on her knees, worming the skirt over her full, rounded thighs and exposing her white, moistly thin panties, she added, "If you were able to go through with it for my sake, then I can do my part."
"This is horrible ... horrible...." Gillian moaned, her heart wrenching for her daughter's broken innocence.
"They're pictures of me, Mother," Tansy said, her lips quivering with remorse and shame, and she unclasped her brassiere, shedding the twin cups to allow her white, globular breasts with their jutting pink nipples to break free of bondage and stand defiant, up-lifting proudness to the lusting gaze of the three men and the other girl. "I let Jason and Bart fuck me over and over today, one at a time and then together ... and ... and worse, I liked it."
"Of course you did, my child," their excitedly watching neighbor said, gasping at the salacious sight of her firm young body with its lithe, incitingly curved legs and thighs. "You love it ... and you will again!"
Through hazed eyes, Gillian watched miserably as her only offspring slowly rolled her already sperm-drenched panties down over her round-mooned young buttocks and thighs until the sparse, raven-fleeced young triangle of her still moist vagina was visable. Then, when Steve commanded that she get back on the bed and lie down beside her daughter, she was able to behold all of Tansy's beautifully curved body closely, and she saw that it was truly as proudly developed as her own. She realized in a blinding Hash of respect and tenderness that her baby daughter was no longer a child, but a physically complete woman ... one who, by her one tormented confession, had just a short time ago, been gang fucked by two boys at the same time and loved it. And Gillian trembled again at the tragic way Tansy was being introduced to the carnal world of physical sex.
The depraved Steve Shelley stood naked with his pulsating cock pointing straight at them. He fingered the bloated, sperm-heavy sac of his testicles, and snapped out, "All right, you hot-assed bitches! It's going to be mother-daughter time for awhile! Start fingering yourself, Tansy, then finger-fuck your mother!
"Tansy ... my darling...." her mother moaned, shrinking from the lewdness of the demand. She was being forced to become a lesbian! And worse ... incestually with her own daughter. Oh, God, could anything be more terrible?
"It's all right, Mother," the girl responded with the mewl of undisguised misery. She placed one tiny quaking hand on her quivering white leg as if for comfort. "Just keep telling yourself we have to do it to each other."
The lovely naked teenager moaned softly and parted her thighs, rotating the whiteness of her firm young buttocks deep down into the mattress, while her left hand moved up and down with soft, tantalizing strokes, encircling the satin pubic curls and moistly swollen flesh of her vaginal lips. She swallowed hard, her stomach a thousand butterflies, for there was a strange perverted attraction in knowing that she was putting on a lewd sex show for her mother, and the wicked perverts gouped breathlessly around the sides of her own bed. She undulated her slender hips around sexily and teased at her throbbing cuntal slit, drawn by the helplessness of her plight ... and slowly, effervescently, the marijuana began its insidious effects upon her tormented mind again....
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned, revolving her fingers faster and harder in the slightly moistened furrow of her thin hair fringed young pussy, bending her knees outward to allow her hand greater access as she massaged her cuntal slit with increasingly perverted excitement. Dear God! She had to fight what was happening to her! She mustn't become as she had been before, a quivering mass of helpless female flesh, begging for cock like a she-bitch in heat! But with each further touch of her lewdly tickling fingers, she realized that her own hips totally against her will, were starting to grind with excitement, and that her breasts and vagina were beginning to twitch hungrily, her flesh was involuntarily hot and growing hotter with the electric sensations in uncontrollable reaction....Gillian shuddered, her eyes glazed as she stared at the lewd self-fingering of her fifteen year old daughter's cunt, and she heard the hot, increasingly labored breathings as Tansy twisted her nakedness down against the mattress in a vain effort to quench the fire that was once more unmercifully heating her tender young loins. She groaned as she heard the lust-excited entreaties of the crowding three teenagers and their cruel adult leader around the bed, and she forced her eyes to stay on her daughter so she wouldn't be able to see the youths as they were stripping their clothes off in hurried anticipation and stand naked and shaking with prurient desire as Steve Shelley was.
And then, her hand was cupping the soft black pubic curls between her mother's legs. The girl stroked her inner thigh and then tickled soothingly the fleshy lips of her exposed thin cuntal slit, and Gillian couldn't help but respond by gasping with tiny, nervously rising little spasms. She desperately willed her mind from the binding forces of her basically sexual nature and the desires Steve had unlocked within her with his cruel rape of her anus, but she found it almost impossible to lie still under the increasingly tantalizing sensations that were crawling through her flesh, up from her rippling belly to swell and harden her full, round breasts.
"Christ! They ... They're really turning on!" Bart gasped.
"Yeah," breathed Jason erotically. "Just look at their cunt juices flowing and the way their pussy lips are swelling!"
Gillian's face grew crimson red, hating every moment that she had to admit the truth of what they were saying. She was feeling the slow, ever-building tendrils of ecstasy growing in her flesh, and she shivered violently as her body traitorously increased its writhing undulations on the mattress. She turned to face her daughter, who was had turned her own head so she could cradle it in the warm protection of her mother's shoulder, and she tasted the soft tender skin of the young cheek pressed next to her. Motherly desire rippled through her, unwantingly thrilling her tormented genitals and inner womb.
"Oh, Mother ... Mother, I love you...." Tansy mewled, and she pressed her fingers deeper into the softly yielding mouths of their two openly wet pussies. She panted, her lips in a questing breast kiss to show she did love her for the sacrifice she was making ... and her wetly ovaled mouth moved across one firmly molded sphere almost unconsciously, and sucked at the ripped bud of a hardening nipple, bringing it deep into her salivating mouth. Her tender young lips sucked it rhythmically as if seeking the milk it had once nursed her as a baby, and Gillian's whole breast throbbed in accepting response.
Gillian moaned helplessly, squirming in growing delight. She let the lewd sensations roll unimpeded through her writhing belly and loins, her breasts throbbing with uncontrolled arousal as her child curled her tongue around the inflamed nipple and nipped her tiny sharp teeth at the aching fleshy surface. The slender fingers sliding in the wetly dilating hole of her cunt were almost too much to bear, and she gasped and whimpered from the intensifying stabs of pleasure which were billowing through the nakedly tender flesh of her thighs as Tansy continued to rub teasingly up and down the widening crevice inbetween them.
"No ... oh, darling, you mustn't do this to me...." she groaned, and she pressed her daughter's mouth gently from her breast in an effort to reduce some of the wildly stimulating feelings that were making her body beg for more of her warmly teasing nibbles.
But as she held her daughter's beautifully flushed face in her hands, the sheer lewdness of their position swept over her, and she couldn't control herself as she leaned forward and kissed Tansy full on the lips still wet from her saliva-building suckings. She felt a surge of affection and love, and when Tansy opened her mouth in a deep, mewling sign, she darted her tongue inside the warm wet cavern that was so hotly fused to her own mouth.
Tansy slid on top of her, her eagerly searching fingers still rotating in small, erotic circles up inside their two greedily pulsating cunts. A sudden surge of abandoned response urged her on against her will, and she passionately savored the delicious taste of her mother's kiss as she might from a lover, only partially conscious of the rising tide of warm excitement that the French kisses were causing her. The wild surrender to her drugged physical sense made her head spin, and her fevered blood raced through her trembling flesh with delightfully licking flames that burned all the way through her cunt, breasts and mouth. Her body twitched and rippled helplessly as she slowly lowered her resistance in lurid surrender to her lewdly rising desires.
"Now move around, my little dove," their archingly aroused neighbor commanded. His breath was coming in short quick puffs as he panted with his excitement. "Move around and start sucking your mother's cunt!"
"No!" Gillian moaned, moving her head back for forth in abject horr. "No ... don't listen to him! Don't let him make you do such a horrible thing to me!"
But even as she cried out her objections at the sordidness of his cruel demand, her naked body was once more spasming under long fevered kisses as Tansy moved lower against her, sucking and licking her breasts again. Dreamily she raised one arm and wrapped it around the slim, unclothed back hunched over her, causing a low moan of ecstasy to escape Tansy's throat as she licked hungrily and her fingers slid with an ever-increasing rhythm up and down in the soft black hair of her mother's vaginal slit. Then the bed sagged again, and the long young body of the little girl stretched out upside down beside Gillian. And worse, she had moved in such a position as to have her face near her hotly trembling pussy, and in turn, her own throbbing young cunt was offered at face level to the tortured eyes the hopelessly entrapped widow.
No ... no, not with my own daughter ... Please, oh God, save us from this....
But even as she agonizedly tried to restrain her child, Tansy was once more planting hot, wet, feather-soft kisses all along her burning flesh, down around her trembling belly and quivering upper thighs. Her passion-swelled vagina was tingling with a roaring heat now, expanding in wet warm welcome from the caresses of fingers and mouth and tongue. Her mind whirled as Tansy spread her lower body with her tiny hands eagerly, but she pulled together enough strength to resist the invasion of her loins by clenching her thighs tightly together. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed before, even when her husband had suggested the unthinkable perversion a few times! The whole sordid idea of mouths to genitals had sickened her before, but now ... now it was her own child who was being cruelly forced to submit to the degrading act.
"Open your legs, my dear Gillian," Steve snapped impatiently, his voice husky and his eyes gleaming lustily. "Or do I have to pry them apart for you?"
Without further hesitation, she did as she'd been commanded, a slave to his every whim now, her mind broken by so much that had gone before that there was little left to halt this final degrading assault. Tansy touched the sensitive pink flesh with her fingertips, and now her eyes were almost level with the ravin-black pubic triangle of soft, moistly tinged curls and the trembling pink flesh of cuntal lips. She gazed at the feminine splendor, and heard her mother moan and raise her upper leg, bending it so that the full exposed nakedness of her cuntal crevice was glistening nakedly before her face.
Tansy had never thought of another woman's vagina as lovely as before, but as the delightful fires of her lewdly abandoned fingerings seared through her flesh, the lascivious sight before her face seemed to take on the qualities of-exquisite beauty. She tentatively brushed the fingers of her free hand over the softly giving curls of dark pubic hair while her other fingers continued to work wetly in and out of the open little vaginal mouth beneath them. She could see that her manipulations were making her mother tremble and moan with increasingly hungry desire. Droplets of lubricating fluid moistened the coral edges of her slightly opened pussy lips and glistened on her hands. And then she lowered her head and kissed the hotly flushed skin, just above the thinly haired vaginal slit which was palpitating and throbbing against her hands. Gillian cried out with a sudden, body-jerking shock, and her hungrily licking daughter was spurred on, snaking her tongue out and contacting the now fully exposed little bud of her clitoris. She spread her agonized mother's thighs wider, using her thumbs and forefingers as Jason had done with her, and then she licked a wet molten path all the way along the fleecy flesh, letting all thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, pass in one sudden sweep of ecstasy. And delightedly, she burrowed her head closer, licking and kissing and sucking as if gone made with the taste of sexual ambrosia.
Gillian couldn't stop her body from involuntary responding, spreading her legs and allowing Tansy further access to her wildly undulating vagina. She, in turn, found that she was clutching her daughter's smoothly tanned young buttocks with almost spastic strength, letting her face tanble in the dark wisps of her pubic curls. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through her, but all were being quickly over-ridden by the inundation of passion and sensuality that were flooding through her every pore. Her body was betraying her again ... and in a far, far worse way than before, and she couldn't do anything about it! Oh God! She had the sudden burst of desire to kiss and lick up between her daughter's legs as Tansy was kissing and licking her ... The smooth firm young skin felt so good to her touch, she let her hands play up and down, circling the lithe, gently pulsing thighs and clenching buttocks, but she lacked the nerve yet to slip her tongue into the throbbing crest of pubic curls and flesh between the moistly exposed thighs. She just couldn't!
And then she was, her lips and tongue sliding into the cleft of the teenager's soft waiting cunt. Her head oscillated slavishly as she surrendered herself to the pleasures she had heretofore considered so evil and perverted. She could smell the beautiful bouquet of the fresh female aroma coming from Tansy's heated loins, and her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her child's mouthings and its own lewd response.
"Ooohhhhhh, Mother!" cried Tansy in a muffled voice from below. "Mother! Mother! Don't stop! Oohhhhhh, it's wonderful when you lick me like that!"
Gillian sucked hungrily, teasing the tiny hotly pulsating little clitoris as Tansy was doing to her own, and she was salivating as never before as she kissed and sucked wildly at the pinkly trembling young pussy flesh. And all the while Tansy was busy with the fleshy confines of her own warm, wetly responding vagina. Her insides were threatening to explode, and she thrust her tongue harder and deeper, ever fiber of her body singing like taut wires in a wind....
The walls of Tansy's eagerly dilating pussy grasped at the abandonedly licking tongue, and her clitoris quivered from the driving lips and teeth. The muscles of her abdomen writhed with the torture of her unleashed passions, and she choked and moaned as she strove to bring her mother to the same completion she was nearing. Her body was shuddering, and she jerked her writhing naked loins harder against the face that was driving her insane with its warmly curling burrowing as great floods of lubrication juices poured forth from her hotly pulsating vaginal mouth.
"Jesus!" the watching girl, Wilma, exclaimed in salacious delight. "Jesus, look at them go! They're going to cum any second now!"
"Yeah ... yeah, they're going to cum around each other's tongues!" Jason agreed, fingering his rock-hard penis lightly with his hands, his strokes matching the rhythm of the mother and daughter's hotly licking tongues on the bed before him.
"We can't let them," Steve Shelley said excitedly. "Not yet, not until we fuck them both ourselves." His eyes flashed like perverted beacons of lust. "Come on, gang! It's time to join in!"
"Sure...." panted the lusting Bart Linwood.
"Anything you say, coach!" He crawled on the bed. Steve was right behind him, and as if staking out his territory before the boys took it, he began to softly fondle the rounded, undulating buttocks of the young teenage daughter. He stared lewdly down at the smoothly curved little form and wheezed, "You ,two fuck the mother, if you want. Me, I want a piece of this little sweet cunt here!"
Gillian felt the bed sag as the young boy, Jason Hargrove, crawled over her. She automatically cringed, though she knew deep in her soul that there was nothing more to fear. They had already forced her and Tansy to the lowest forms of depravity imanginable and she had been turned into a smoldering mass of sexually aroused flesh because of it. She had been turned into as much of an animal as they!
She felt her body shiver as the boy, whom she realized was young enough to be her son, as his hands moved down over her soft round buttocks, pushing her away from the lovely moist tongue of her daughter that had been snaking into it. She could hear Jason breathing heavily, and when he nudged her hips, she rolled onto her back without resistance, excited by the carnal expression of lust that contorted his young handsome face.
"Aaahhhhhh," she murmured as his hands ran in long slow caresses over her naked trembling breasts, and her body strained against his hands as he coursed his fingers over her. He rubbed over her buttocks in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart her thighs so that he could see fullness of her soft fleshy vaginal slit which was swollen and wet from her excitement and her daughter's saliva.
He continued to kneel over her, knowing that everybody else was breathlessly watching the two of them, and a shiver of warm rippling sensation ran up the nerves of his naked back, his cock throbbing hard with his young urgency. He moved again, placing his knees on either side of the beautiful older woman's neck, his massive young balls laying gently against her moistened chin, his long thick cock directly over her face, presenting her the lewd view of the pulsating, sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. He knew that her mind was still fighting the dictates of her hotly aroused body, and he did not want to rape-fuck her mouth. He wanted her insane with passion when he finally got between her legs and fucked her.
He wanted the lusciously seductive mother of his girl friend totally, unconditionally his, to do with as he wanted wherever and whenever he desired.
He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his penis. He pushed forward slightly, his ass-cheeks rolling on the cushion of her naked breasts behind, until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft, wetly lipsticked surfaces brush tantalizingly against the sensitive skin of the head.
Gillian suddenly seemed to realize what he was attempting, and her eyes cleared of the fogged daze of her tormenting thoughts. She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Wh ... what are you doing to me?" she moaned plaintively, the fevered touch of his virile young cock against her mouth sending wild electric shocks racing along her spine. He gloated gleefully, surveyed her trembling expression with excitement.
"Suck my cock" he hissed demandingly down at the beautiful face of his girl friend's mother. "Suck my cock, and suck it good!"
She resisted for a moment, frightened by the sudden sight of the long fleshy pole. But her meager protest was cut short as he rammed the heavy, blood-filled tip of the thick shaft of flesh forward, crushing through her soft moist lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of its head sliding the full length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the ugly abhorrence of the act she was being forced to submit to.
Gloating above her tightly hard-held head, he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long hardened cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside the warn, wet cavern of her hollowing cheeks. Gillian closed her eyes tightly to block out the horrible sight of the curly pubic hairs growing at the thick base of his cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted face. Saliva filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping his hands cruelly tight around her head so she could not squirm free of his choking embrace.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jason Hargrove looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening face of the helplessly trapped mother skewered lewdly on the cock in her mouth. He timed the thrusts of his hands to match those of his expanding cock, levering with all his strength, trying to force every last portion of his pumping shaft deeper between her wide stretched lips. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below, the tip brushing her tonsils on the instroke, watching as her tender lips clasped tighter and tighter around it and her mouth slowly ovaled in accustoming acceptance to the fleshy invasion.
Gillian Nash began to suck to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery lubricated head, and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland. She could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of virile sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream of heated white lava.
Her wretchedly enslaved mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations that were again rising erotically in her belly. The very debasing ravishment of her helplessly ovaled mouth were bringing tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her shattered nerves, and she groaned around the ever-thrusting cock in her throat, as waves of delicious sensations swept through her seethingly alive flesh, flooding her mind with its electrifying pleasures, and inundating her weakening resistance with growing desire. She could feel involuntary secretions seeping from her softly pulsing vaginal lips, flowing out around the tender pink skin and matting her raven pubic fleece, then warmly trickle down the insides of her quivering thighs and the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks to dampen the bed cover below.
Her lips were soft and smooth, and clasped his cock in a close elastic ring. The youth could feel them with pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding it with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward harder.
She began to suck him with moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times before and all the hunger that was burning out of control deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Above her flailing head, her daughter's boyfriend groaned incoherently, wanting her to flex her throat wider and swallow his hardened young cock deeper so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her, a beautiful woman old enough to be his mother, as much as she would have been by the older man, Steve.
He flexed his loins in and out at the nearly perfectly rounded hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on her full flaccidly yielding breasts as though he was attempting to crush them down into her chest. He watched wild eyed from above as his thick glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it was another hungry hairless nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity of her warm, saliva-filled mouth. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction he was having upon her.
It was electrifying!
Her eyes were open, but gazed unseeing up to the ceiling a thin, smoky veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to wrap them around and pull up inside of her. She was completely out of control now, unable to quell the fire that was raging furiously in her long neglected vagina.
His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his cock in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew that if he didn't withdraw, he would cum. The pressure building in his testicles slapping against her chin as she worked in her unconsciousness and passion was excruciating and unbearable, and he still had to fuck her!
He slipped his cock from the warm moist confines of her mouth with a groan of agony, feeling her as she continued to nibble for a moment longer, whirling her tongue eagerly around and around its heavy, blood-rigid length. Then he lifted his buttocks up off her tightly squashed breasts and moved sensuously down the length of her now hotly pulsing body, knowing she was as ready as he was. He could feel the wet opening of her hungry pink cunt pulsing in its fleshy desperation, and then in a last cruel stroke of malice, he shattered still more of her pride by demanding, "Reach down and put my cock in your pussy, Mrs. Nash."
He held his breath as he felt her hand tunneling down between their bodies, her warm fingers closing without hesitation over his glistening hard shaft. He could feel the soft ebony pubic hairs grazing gently against the sensitive head as she gently pressed its moistly throbbing tip into the fleshy wet folds of her anticipating vagina. The hot smoothness was delightly, and then, unable to contain himself a moment longer, he surged forward. There was not the slightest resistance, and he could feel the rippling wet walls of her waiting cunt clamp around his penis so moistly and firmly that it almost made him cum immediately.
"Ooohhhhhh, oh God, oh God, yessssss!" Gillian sighed as if in anguish, feeling her entire inslides flowering open in welcome reception. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he began to fuck into her visciously, gritting her teeth with desire, her face contorted with ecstasy. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck pulling his muscular young torso into the softness of her breasts and loins, her whole body caught up in the unchecked animal desire that had taken hold of her mind as if in throes of an insane fit. There was nothing in her left to halt her maddening race for fulfillment now, and her daughter's boyfriend fucked into her where no man had been since Fred had left her....
God, what a fool she'd been! What delight this was! She should never have waited so long to taste the overwhelming passions a virily fucking male cock could bring! "Yes ... fuck, fuck, fuck me...." she chanted lewdly to the room full of naked, excited voyeurs.
The boy fucked her from the tips of his toes, and he could feel the smooth raw flesh of her long neglected pussy clasping around his thundering cock like a heart-beat. Ecstatic groans came to his lips, and his lewd noises were blended with the sobbing cries which bubbled from her throat. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising their firmly grinding roundness up off the bed so he could have greater access to her hungry, openly pleading cunt.
Wilma watched with openly burning desire glaring from her lust-filmed eyes, hearing the wet smacking sounds and the fevered, panting moans of pleasure. She was unable to control herself a moment longer! She had to join in the cruel ravishment of the other two naked females! Feverishly, she crawled on the bed, her full nude breasts with their excitedly hardened nipples and slightly lighter areolas dancing beneath her like lush fruit on the vine. Her finely moulded young asscheeks quivered with erotic excitement. Her skin had an irridescent sheen to it from her sweat-producing desires, and her wide, full lips were open, her panting breath throbbing with her sensual needs.
She swung up and placed herself over her girl friend, Tansy's mother's passionately gasping face, her buttocks and inner thighs hovering directly astraddle her, and kneeling brazenly with the pink, moist opening of her dark-haired cunt parted invitingly by her fingers, she eased herself closer to Jason Hargrove's heavily sweating young face until the palpitating flesh of her exposed teenage pussy was within inches of his glistening moist lips, the crevice of her buttocks directly over Gillian's mouth. Then, she cupped her full, firm breasts in her hands and leaned back, arching her body in a lewd, crazed invitation.
"Eat me," she cried to him. "Ooohhh, Jason, eat my cunt and make me cum, too!"
Obediently, he dropped his face forward and began to suck the wet, hair-fringed vagina so openly offered up to him. Her excited secretions swept out to moisten his cheeks as his long hard cock continued to surge like a battering ram into the voraciously flowering cunt below him.
Whining in ecstasy, her eyes wide and catching the lewd sight of the strange teenage girl's cunt being licked inches from her face, Gillian threw her buttocks still higher up off the bed, wanting still more of the wonderfully assaulting cock that was quenching the fire in her maddeningly burning vagina. Unable to control herself, she lifted her head and nuzzled the soft, sweet-smelling flesh of the girl's widely spread anal crevice joining Jason's own liquid embraces by running her pink, licking tongue around the quivering asscheeks and the wetly pink cheeks. She teased the girl's tightly clenched little anus, delighted in her abandonment of her body to such lewd, carnal desires, then buried her nose deeper between the tender, white rotating moons, gasping as if she was close to death. She was nearing her orgasm again, and was uncontrollable in the delicious sensations spiraling through her throbbing cunt and up to her hotly aching breasts and nipples.
"Fuck ... fuck me! Fuck me ... Ooohhh, God, Fuck meee!" she mewled in the muffled confines of the lovely young teenager's softly yielding buttock cheeks....
"Christ Almighty!" Bart blurted as he stared wildly a the three of them. "Shit! Wilma's being licked by both of them!"
"Now that her mother is going hot and strong, I think it's time for little Tansy," Steve Shelley said. He turned to the girl, breathing down at her, a cruel, unyielding light in his eyes. He had been running his fingers up the tightly closed slit of her young cunt while they'd been watching her mother get fucked, parting the softly ebony vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth, moist, pink flesh beneath jerking against his probing contact. Now, moving over her, he dug slightly deeper into her throbbing little vaginal opening, feeling her shiver from the sudden sensation.
Tansy could feel her stomach and thighs hot and moist from his fingerings and the excitement of the lewd spectacle of her own beautiful mother being fucked before her. Watching her mother being cruelly driven into crazed surrender by her, Tansy's boyfriend and Bart Linwood's nymphomaniac girl friend, was masochistically exciting to her. God, how it was exciting to her, almost as sensuously arousing as when she and Mother had been sucking each other's cunts. She could feel the inside walls of her naked pussy seeping with fleshy hunger, her eyes glued to the giant young cock rhat was sinking to its hilt time and time again into the ovaly stretched mouth between her mother's widely spread legs, and the intense desire to submit willingly to the two naked males beside her built into a frenzied, intense desire.
But even though the hotly burning passions were coursing relentlessly through her blood, she could sense the basic shame and horror which was behind everything that was happening. Tears of anguish and fear rolled down her cheeks as she heard coach's brutal words, piteously crying at the thought of being forced as her mother was, to lie naked beneath vile, bestial men and accept their crude caresses without resistance.
She lay without struggling, just small gasps of torment and humiliation coursing from her mouth. Her buttocks quivered slightly as Wilma's boy friend joined Steve in rummaging his hands over her breasts and her defenselessly exposed vaginal crevice. Steve had drawn one of her legs up over his naked hips on one side, and Bart Linwood's had drawn the other over his, so that she was forced to lie with her knees up in the air and her thighs wide apart, her helpless young cunt spread completely open to them. Steve was working at her vaginal hole now, slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers, smoothing them around inside, and the boy had his hand up under her slim buttocks and drawing them up tight against the hand in her cunt. She gasped and bit down on her lower lip, unable to escape and hopelessly impaled between the two.
"She's wet, all right," Bart grinned at Steve, who had dropped his head to her nipples and was beginning to bring small mewls of half pleading, half delight from her clenched lips.
"Should be, after her mother almost sucked her to orgasm," Steve said, raising his head.
"You want to fuck her first, coach?" the boy asked, breathing heavily. "She's wide enough now even for you."
"No, we'll go both at once," the triumphantly smiling teacher said, a strange sadistic tone in his voice.
"How?"
"You in back, me in front."
"Jesus, I'd like to fuck her in the ass, like you did to her mother....but we'd hurt her."
"No, we won't," Steve grinned as he continued his rummaging of the poor groaning girl's cunt, stretching it wider and wider with each further circling of his fingers. "Anyway, who'll complain?"
Gillian couldn't believe his ears. Even through the intensely burning passion that was coursing through her own body from Jason's cock skewering into her, the impact of the words came through to her. God, they were going to sodomize her daughter and fuck her in the vagina at the same time! Tansy was too far gone in her shame and arousal to resist anything they tried now, and Gillian was certain she wouldn't stop them from doing it with the constant threat of the pictures handing over her head. The obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravishment about to take place a few inches from her face caused her to groan in guilty excitement and grind her own buttocks harder up against Jason's undulating loins and sink her mouth yet tighter to the girl, Wilma's young steaming cunt.
Steve suddenly withdrew his fingers from Tansy's widely expanded young cunt and rose over her eagerly. "Turn her over," he commanded his youthful partner, and obediently, the husky Bart moved up and caught her by the shoulders, twisting her around so that she was lying face down on the mattress of her own bed. Then Steve grabbed both the sobbing girl's ankles, pressured out harshly, and pulled her thighs wide apart.
Tansy jerked and tried to rise. "No ... no, please don't! Not both of you at the samelrime!
Noooooo!" She struggled for a moment, then Bart pushed his hand down hard into the small of her back, pressing her tight against the covers. Her body lay still, shaking slightly from the helpless pleadings mewling unheard from her tortured throat.
Gillian moaneed involuntarily from between Wilma's openly splayed thighs at the lewd scene as Steve dropped to his knees between her daughter's legs, running his hands greedily over the long, firm muscles of Tansy's shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the moistened interior of her legs. The cleft between them was deep and inviting, and Gillian shuddered in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of Tansy's buttocks, parting it slight so that the tiny puckered anus was visable to her widely gaping eyes. Her own cunt throbbed from the effect of the indecent exposure of her daughter's genitals and she could hear Jason and Wilma above her gasp, and felt her warm wet inner flesh jerked tighter around the virile young cock pumping into her. It was terrible ... it was disgracefully lewd, but she was overwhelmed with the prurient, lewd desire to see it all, every tiny thing that happened....
Bart Linwood leered down now at the cowering girl, and when his leader, Steve Shelley nodded to go ahead, he slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Tansy groaned and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into her soft flaccid flesh, and she was forced to relax and let him spread them apart as he wished.
Gillian, in her excitement, could hear him suck in his breath as the tiny ring of soft tender sphincter muscle came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his middle finger. Tansy jumped spasmodically and cried out as she felt the unnatural invasion into the tight rubbery opening, and pressed her pelvis hard down into the bed, her buttocks tensing tightly together to try and escape the finger being thrust into her naked little rectal channel. It was useless, and he thrust forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle.
"Aaaggghhh!" she gasped piteously, and clenched her ass together as tight as she could, trapping his finger between hardening buttock cheeks.
"Open wide," Steve commanded brutally. "You mother loved being fucked in the ass, dear little girl, and so will you!"
She groaned aloud, and in pitiful submission, she allowed her backside to go limp, and Bart pushed down with all his strength again. His finger popped through the desperate but hopelessly impaled girl's anus, up to his second knuckle.
As she scoured mercilessly into her abused little anal passage with his finger, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, Gillian could see his other hand stroking and preparing his thick veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of her defenseless young daughter spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the huge bulbous head. It was monsterous, and he moved to aim it directly at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large drop of spittle from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his naked body into her slender backsides. The thick full length of his shaft lay pressed in the crevice of her ass, the tip resting against the tiny throbbing hole that was now slippery and wet from his saliva. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched the soft white moons wide apart. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, direction his iron-hard penis straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum.
Gillian held her breath for what seemed an eternity, and then involuntary groaned as she saw the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tiny restricting ring of her young teenage daughter's vainly resisting anal flesh. She saw the tiny stretched anus slipping over and clasping the tip of the boy's cock like a tightly pulled rubber band, and the lewdly excited grin from him as he thrust his hips hard forward, sinking his rod halfway to the hilt. Tansy cried out from the pain, the sound muffled by the covers pressing into her face, and flailed her legs on either side of him, struggling feebly to escape his cruel impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, attempting to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her young firm body, his cock skewered into her tightly resisting anus another painful, torturous inch, until finally....
"Aaaaaagggggghhh! Uuuuuugggh!" she gasped out the last of her strength, and Bart's thick, huge penis slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked for a moment longer, then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her asshole. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Ooohhh, God, she's got a tight little asshole!" Bart hissed through heavily clenched teeth above her. In spite of his desire to begin fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down and grasped her firm rounded hips in his hands, pulling her to her knees, bending her body almost in double. He ground his teeth tight together and took several long strokes into her, bringing groans of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips with every thrust.
Steve Shelley, beside the obscenely coupled pair of teenagers, was going out of his mind. He ran his hands wildly over her tender breasts and slim back, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he could stand it no longer.
"Turn it over!" he shouted at the preoccupied young boy. "Damn you, turn her over for me!"
Bart, barely hearing his demands, locked his hands tightly to Tansy's hips and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top of him. His huge throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his legs, a low, mournful pleading coming from her wet, tormented lips.
Steve Shelley lost no time. He leaped nakedly over between her widely spread legs, straddling Bart's knees, and pushed her thighs further apart. He grasped his hard, aching cock in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her widely spread young cunt.
"Oh, Man!" he crowed obscenely. "Now I've fucked both her and her mother! Shit!"
"Ooohhh, God," came the answering grunt from Tansy as his cock slithered deep inside her belly, joining Bart's cock already buried there in her rectum, just a membrane away. She lay moaning and sobbing from the pain and humiliation, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on their penises like a helpless insect stuck to a mounting board.
There was no delay. Steve Shelley, already excited from watching Bart's cruel rape of her anus, began to furiously fuck into her hotly receiving young vagina while Bart began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the heatedly milking depths of her anus. It took a moment, but then they began a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a mass of soft resilient raw meat, with only the thin wall between her anus and cunt separating their two sperm bloated cocks. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her, but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and faster force.
Gillian watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few inches from where the two thick cudgels skewered into her teenage daughter's widely stretched loins like twin battering rams. Her excited, lust-dimmed eyes watched the long moist cocks, wet their full lengths from Tansy's vaginal secretions, fucking mercilessly into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt drawing back with Steve Shelley's cock on the outstroke, and disappearing back up inside again as he rammed it home again deep in her heavily contorting belly. The same was true with the tightly clasping opening of her tiny, but now wide-stretched little asshole as Bart screwed up into it demonically and without mercy.
And then the impossible happened.
Gillian lay, being fucked in subservient excitement in front of the helpless Tansy, she suddenly heard the low whining moans of pain begin to change, almost imperceptibly at first, but increasingly more to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading!
Her daughter was actually starting to enjoy this unnatural, brutal double-fuck she was receiving from the boy and the man.
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very obscene helplessness of her position, or from the lewd thought of being fucked half to death by two males at once like this. But whatever it was, she was beginning to respond to it. Her hips were moving backwards to meet the upthrust of Bart cramming his cock into her rectum, and then forward again to swallow the whole of Steve Shelley's plunging penis into her suddenly hot steaming little pussy. Her whole young body was undulating more and more inbetween the two men and her buttocks were moving increasingly in tiny, furious circles of excitement.
"Oooooohhh! Ooohhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" she chanted on and on in time to their syncopated crushing thrusts against her cunt and asshole....
Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a rag-doll puppet, all three of their coarse groans intermingling in a symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire now, and began sobbing hysterically as she felt her orgasm rapidly overtake her writhing, battered flesh. She wailed and cried out her ecstasy until her mother thought it would never end. The men, sensing their total conquest of her young body and mind, plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep up into her widely stretched young pussy and anus, pumping their hot, thicly jetting loads of white sperm far, far up into her heaving belly. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, Steve Shelley rolling off of the top of her body, his penis still hard in spite of his orgasm slipping from her widely stretched cunt with a lewd wet sucking sound. Tansy lay still, flat on her back, on top of Bart Linwood. His penis was still imbedded deep in her rectum, and she looked as though she was in a daze. Her legs were still spread wide apart, so that the tiny pink ridge of her wet, throbbing vagina could be seen pulsing and glistening, the thick stump of Bart's sperm-drained young cock protruding from her anal mouth below.
Gillian was going out of her mind now. The sight of her helplessly innocent daughter going stark raving mad from the double fuck the way she did, and turning into a wildly pleading sexual toy was just too much!
"Ooohhhhhh, God! I....I'm cumming, toooooo!" she gasped in intense passion, and she locked her ankles in a death grip as high as she could around her daughter's boyfriend, Jason's rhythmically pumping young buttocks. At the same time she smashed her openly abandoned mouth tighter up against the other young girl's wildly undulating cunt and tasting the pungent flavor of her delicious sexual secretions as the girl shivered uncontrollably in her own frantic climax. Her body arched and quivered, and she held tight to the teenage boy, not moving other than to jerk and spasm around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic juices out around his still driving cock as she felt its virile young head burst with his hot sperm deep up inside her hungrily accepting vagina.
Gillian thought the ejaculating shaft would never stop hosing out its cum into her belly, and she could feel the hot sticky fluid overflow and force its way out of the tightly locked ring of her pussy, mingling with her own secretions and rivuleting down the widely split crevice of her buttocks to soak his excitedly erupting testicles as they slapped harrd against her ecstatically quivering assliceeks.
Her humiliation and surrender were complete! She had whored herself to him now, with the same total abandonment which she had given herself to the man who'd just finished fucking Tansy, and she didn't even know if the sacrifice of her body and self-respect would save her daughter or not. She gasped out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt the boy's rapidly deflating cock slowly withdraw from her heavily flooded vaginal hole and a rush of cool air slipped between the full, whitely glistening moons of her exposed thighs. She shivered with tingling delight and rolled into a huddled ball of tired, satiated female flesh....
It took the five naked people some time to stir again. They sprawled on Tansy's wide bed, exhausted and drained, resting to regather their strength after their wild orgiastic fucking they had all participated in. Semen and sweat, secretions and lubircations, flowed together on their lust-sheened nude bodies, and the air seemed to crackle with the lurid emotions that had been so totally unleashed.
Gillian was the first to move, slowly lifting her head and looking across the naked breasts and penises to Steve Shelley. "Well?" she asked in a trembling whisper.
"Well, what?"
"Do we get the pictures now?"
The handsome high school teacher broadened his features into a mirthful grin. "Well now, that sort of depends if you deserve them back. I mean, you and little Tansy here sure have been enjoying your punishment, "so ... that's not real punishment, it's a favor."
"Yeah," Jason said. "I don't think we should give them back yet. Hell, we've got a duty to make sure they've paid the price."
"All of it," Bart piped in. "And I haven't extracted my pound of flesh from you yet, Mrs. Nash. Jesus, after seeing the way you took on both Jason and Wilma, I sure want to fuck you."
Gillian looked wild-eyed at Tansy as she heard the vile words .condemning them to almost complete slavery, her chest constricting as if tied by steel bands. But then she saw the soft, small smile on her daughter's heavy lidded features, he smile intended only for her. She knew then that there was no more use in trying to deceive herself. Her and her child had actually reveled in the salacious depravities they'd been forced to participate in, and deep down inside her belly was the purling warmth of satisfaction, and the small spark of lewd excitement at the thought of the orgy continuing. She thought fleetingly of her old, puritanical ways ... had they controlled her only yesterday...? and then she knew she never wanted to return to them. From now on, she was going to live for herself and Tansy....and sex!
It was only a matter of minutes before they were all at it again, and through the night, Gillian and Tansy Nash indulged in every wickedly depraved game that any of the five could think up. The young widow and her teenaged child knew that it was all right, that from that moment on, each would be doing what her nature intended, and it would be actively encouraged and accepted by each other....and life would be lived to its fullest.
