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INTRODUCTION
"As parents we are not prepared for our own teenagers' sexuality because the sexuality we remember is so different from the sexuality we see," says Murray M. Kappelman, M.D., in SEX AND THE AMERICAN TEENAGER. "Today's teenager has transcended those occasional, abortive, hasty sexual experiments because he now accepts sex as a natural biological, integral aspect of his everyday life."
If, however, Dr. Kappelman's statement were one-hundred percent true, there would be only confused parents and not the many confused teenagers one can still find in this day and age. In fact, it would seem that the passage from the old morality touted by a teenager's parents to the new morality of that teenager's peer group is often a painstaking and difficult transition for any young person to make. A teenager (even one of today's variety), is often apt to find herself the victim of a continual tug of war between values (albeit archaic ones), foisted upon her by her parents and the more enlightened values of Dr. Kappelman's totally enlightened adolescent.
"It is possible that young people who adhere to the traditional value of little or no premarital sexual intimacy, especially within the setting of age-peers who are far more liberal, suffer some personal conflict or confusion," says Robert R. Bell in PREMARITAL SEX IN A CHANGING SOCIETY.
Mary Ann Crandale, in the following novel, is just such a confused young lady, made even more confused by a sister, Karla, who has somehow managed to break from parental restrictions to arrive on the scene an entirely liberated young woman. MaryAnn's sister sees nothing whatsoever wrong with premarital sex, lesbian relationships, or even-for that matter-with the breaking of such ingrained societal taboos as incest.
Karla Crandale could, in fact, have been the young lady Dr. Kappelman was referring to when he said, "She is 'liberated' from the constricted, inferior, accepting role of the past generations concept of young womanhood. She is more aggressive, more willing to extend herself sexually, and often becomes the leader in the sexual liaison with the other person."
MaryAnn Crandale, though, needs to endure a series of frightening events, triggered mainly by forces completely out of her control, before she finally comes to the startling conclusin that she and her sister aren't really quite so different as both girls had possibly originally imagined.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"What if Uncle Rom should show up while we're there?" MaryAnn Crandale asked, anticipating her sister's response; and, therefore, feeling embarrassed for even having asked the question.
"So what if he does?" Karla replied, sounding not in the least bit worried by that eventuality. MaryAnn wished she could be so calm, so cool, so ... so ... sophisticated. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd consider it a great piece of luck if he did show up. I assure you, he is anything from the monster our dear parents have insinuated all of these years."
"But he and Aunt Matty did...." MaryAnn began and then stopped. She knew her sister could have cared less if Uncle Rom and his own sister had once been caught in bed together.
"Did what?" Karla asked, seeing the freeway sign that indicated their turn-off, and angling the car into the proper lane.
"You know?" Mary Ann replied cryptically.
"Yea, J know," Karla replied facetiously. "But do you know."
"Of course I do," Mary Ann protested. As much as her older sister could make her seem like a little child, Mary Ann refused to believe she was one. "I was there when mother told you the facts, wasn't I?"
"Then if you know, come right on out and say it, for Christ's sake!" Karla said, with more than a small degree of disgust. "Jesus, they're just words."
Mary Ann didn't answer. She turned her head to the window, watching as the car left the freeway and took one big loop of a giant cement cloverleaf. Suddenly, there were large pine trees close to the sides of the road.
Karla kept quiet, too: at least until she had brought the car to a complete stop and turned left onto a narrow two-lane highway that disappeared up ahead into a seeming meeting of forest trees.
"Well?" Karla said finally. "I want to hear you say it."
Mary Ann didn't answer, feeling that she had obviously made one big mistake coming off on this short holiday with her sister. There was just no way that it was going to work out. Karla was just too mature, more a woman at twenty than a girl. But then, Karla had been more of a woman at eighteen than Mary Ann would probably ever be.
"Come on, MaryAnn," Karla prodded. "For Jesus' sake, it's just words. They're not going to bite you."
"I wish you wouldn't swear so much," MaryAnn said, hoping to change the subject. "It really isn't lady-like."
"Oh, it isn't, is it?" Karla said with an amused little laugh. She was quite willing to digress-if only temporarily. "Well if it isn't, I'm afraid the world is going to have a shortage of ladies over the next few years. Because every girl I know at Bandolhaven is swearing like a trooper before her first year is out."
Bandolhaven was the private girls' college Karla was enrolled in. It had a good academic record, but it was known for being a bit avant-garde in other areas. Karla's mother had been anything but pleased with her daughter's choice. But, Karla had merely set down one of her famous ultimatums: Bandolhaven or nowhere. And, as usual, Karla had gotten her way. MaryAnn often suspected that her mother had long ago decided that, somewhere along the line, Karla had gone "bad," and Janet Crandale had gone to explicit pains to make sure MaryAnn didn't follow in Karla's footsteps.
"So," Karla said with a disgusted sigh, "I'll say it for you. Uncle Rom was caught with his cock stuffed up his sister's cunt."
"Ohhhhhhh, Karla!" MaryAnn moaned, putting both of her hands to her ears as if to keep out all sound.
"Must you always be so crude?"
"MaryAnn, you are really too much!" Karla said. By the way she had said it, her descriptive phrase of her sister could be considered anything but a compliment.
/ shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come, Mary Ann chanted over and over to herself. She should have known that Karla would end up making it a chore rather than a pleasure. Mary Ann had consented only because she was sure it would be easy to get off by herself, somewhere on the beach. And, the idea of spending some private moments alone by the sea had appealed tremendously to her.
But here they were, not within a hundred miles of any sea. They were in the mountains, heading not for the family beach house, but for a mountain cabin. Her Uncle Rom's cabin at that. Both of their parents would have dropped dead had they only known.
"MaryAnn, you're going to have to come out of your shell if you want to start being popular at school. Hell, I'm your sister, and even I think you're a bit of a drag."
And Mary Ann thought for sure she was going to cry. Did Karla sense that? If she did or didn't, she still moved quickly to soothe Mary Ann's feelings.
"Listen, honey, you're a really attractive young kid. I mean, you're twice as pretty as I was at your age. But look at you. Your clothes are so baggy no boy would even know that you've got a pair of king-size breasts hidden in there somewhere."
MaryAnn blushed. She couldn't help it. Compliments always made her blush. Mention of something as personal as her breasts made her blush even more.
"MaryAnn, why don't you let me call Tony and have him bring Bill along? You'd really like Bill. I promise."
"No, Karla!" MaryAnn said quickly. "No ... no ... really ... no."
"You wouldn't have to go to bed with him, silly," Karla said, knowing where her sister's mind was focusing. Actually, Karla could think of nothing her sister needed more than a big male cock shoved to its cum-bulged balls up her virgin pussy. "Bill isn't that kind of guy. If you don't want to fuck, he won't press it. If you do, he can give you one hell of a good time. I mean, he's a perfect partner for a few days in the woods."
"No, Karla, no," MaryAnn replied, shaking her head firmly from side to side to emphasize her negative response. "I'll be fine. Really I will."
"Oh, yea?" Karla asked dubiously. "I'm not too sure about that. When I was your age, I would have done anything to have an older sister around to offer me up someone like Bill on a silver platter."
There was a lot MaryAnn might have said in reply. Like how she and Karla were not alike, had probably never been alike. But, MaryAnn didn't say anything. She just leaned back in her seat, shut her eyes, and tried to tell herself that everything was going to be just fine. After all, it was only going to be two weeks. What catastrophe could happen in only fourteen days?
Karla, though, wasn't quite ready to let the subject drop.
"You do like boys, don't you, MaryAnn?" Karla asked. She turned in time to see her sister's eyes come popping open.
"What do you mean by that?" MaryAnn asked, her face red with embarrassment and anger. "Just what nasty kind of thing are you insinuating?"
"Easy, sis, easy," Karla soothed. "Actually, I wasn't insinuating any sort of nasty thing. I've got two really good friends at school who are Lesbians."
"Oooooooo!" MaryAnn moaned, going stiff against her seat. Her eyes went shut, her head pressed hard into the headrest.
"Even I've gone to bed with a few girls in my time," Karla said, thinking to make things better but only make them worse.
"I ... don't ... want ... to ... hear!" MaryAnn said loudly, attempting to cut off Karla before her sister could say anymore. "Just shut up ... pleeeeeeeeeez!"
Karla shook her head in utter disbelief and obliged her sister by giving MaryAnn a good five minutes of silence. Along the side of the road, the woods were now growing thicker.
"So, I'm sorry," Karla said finally. "But, I thought I'd just better check. I was only thinking that you and Suzie might hit it off. Suzie just had a big blow with Carolyne and is feeling a bit low. I figured a week or so in the woods might have done her a little good."
MaryAnn shuddered. She wasn't going to make it, was she? She ... simply ... wasn't ... going ... to ... make ... it! Whatever had made her ever think that she could?
"It's just that I worry about you, sis," Karla said, continuing on, seemingly mindless to the fact that MaryAnn was finding the conversation unbearable. "Mother and dad have this way of smothering a girl. You know? Now, I noticed that early in my life, and I ended up fighting against it. I succeeded pretty well, too. I guess I figured you would be able to handle them, too. Then, one day, I took a good look and realized you just weren't as strong as I had been. I'm not talking about a physical thing, mind you. I mean that strongness inside of a person that makes them want to get the best of those adults who are forever hovering around and thinking they're doing what's best for their children-when they usually aren't."
"KARLA, PLEASE!" MaryAnn voiced loudly.
"Take it easy, take it easy," Karla consoled, wishing she hadn't been wrapped up in her own good times for so many years to the obvious neglect of her younger sister's education. "There is no reason at all for you to get upset."
"No reason? No reason?" MaryAnn asked, her eyelids rolling open, her head turning to nail her sister to the car seat with an accusatory glare. "I think we're heading to the beach, mom and dad think we're heading for the beach; and, you inform me enroute that we're rescheduled for someplace in the mountains. Not just anywhere in the mountains, mind you, but to our uncle's cabin. Not just to any uncle's cabin, mind you, but to the one cabin owned by the one uncle our parents haven't been talking to for years."
"Yes, and isn't that damned ridiculous of our parents?" Karla interjected.
"He went to bed with his own sister, Karla!" MaryAnn said, feeling more uncomfortable when she realized she had been forced to come to the defense of her parents. It was a role she didn't particularly relish; since, on many counts, MaryAnn did feel that her mother and father were possibly a little behind the times. However, in this particular instance....
"So, he fucked his sister? What's the big deal?" Karla asked, pushing down on the gas pedal so that the car began taking the small rolls in the highway like a car on a roller coaster. "Who was hurt? Certainly not Aunt Matty. She's still talking to Rom. As a matter-of-fact, she thinks the whole family reaction was fucking silly. It wasn't as if he had raped her."
"Karla, I simply don't believe I am sitting here listening to my own sister! It wasn't as if the two of them were just ordinary kids. They were brother and sister, for Christ's sake."
"I really wish you wouldn't swear so much, dear," Karla smiled with a good deal of sarcastic satisfaction.
"It really is so ... so unlady-like."
MaryAnn's face only got redder. She felt so immature, so helpless, so vulnerable whenever she was with her older sister.
"This isn't going to work, Karla," MaryAnn said, struggling to control those emotions writhing inside of her which were once again bringing her very close to tears. "I think you had better drive me somewhere where I can either get a ride to the beach place or back home."
"Look, if I've upset you, I'm sorry," Karla said, deciding to be conciliatory. Having MaryAnn back out on her now would screw things up royally. "You're going to have a marvelous time. Really you are. Rom said there was plenty of paths, a swimming hole, everything. If you want to get away from Tony and me, you'll have no problem."
"And vice-versa?" MaryAnn asked, well aware that her presence was adding a cover of respectability to this little rendezvous her sister had arranged with her present boyfriend. While Karla was twenty and, thus, supposedly the master of her own decisions, she labored under the decided disadvantage of having her parents still footing all of her bills. Until Karla graduated and got a job on her own, she still had to be careful not to too thoroughly disturb her parents' middle-class sensibilities.
"Any time you want to join in the fun between Tony and me, come right along," Karla said, biting her tongue the minute she spoke. It was hardly the time to even suggest that either Tony or Karla would have accepted MaryAnn joining in for a little three-way. The incestuous implications had been enough to drain all of the color from MaryAnn's previously flushed face.
"Karla...." MaryAnn began, stopping when she heard the breathless squeak of her own vioce.
"I was only kidding, MaryAnn," Karla said, attempting to patch over her faux pas. "Can't you even take a joke?"
"How can you even joke about something like that?" MaryAnn managed finally.
"Honey, you take everything way too seriously," Karla said. "Really, you do. If you don't start loosening up, you're soon going to find yourself down in bed with a nasty case of ulcers. Honestly, MaryAnn, a pretty young thing like you shouldn't mope around acting as if you're close to ninety."
"Just quit trying to judge me by yourself at eighteen!" MaryAnn retorted. "We are not the same person! Okay?"
"Look, let's don't fight, huh?" Karla suggested, genuinely wanting to make peace-and not just because peace would assure her a couple weeks of fucking and sucking with Tony Quantos. Karla really was fond of MaryAnn, whether MaryAnn could believe that or not. MaryAnn, after all, was the only sister Karla had. "Let's try to get off on the right foot, shall we? I mean, I know you're probably a little upset about the seashore, but let's face the facts. You kept coming on about how you were looking forward to getting away, with a bit of privacy from the folks. So, I just figured you could get a hell of a lot more privacy up in the mountains with only Tony and me than you could ever get on some resort beach that was crammed to its gills with a million other people out looking for privacy."
"But, why Uncle Rom's cabin?" MaryAnn asked. So far, she could possibly follow Karla's arguments. MaryAnn, after all, did know Tony Quantos. She even liked him. What he and Karla did together was really none of MaryAnn's business. And, it certainly wasn't any big secret, in that MaryAnn had known Karla had been less than a virgin for years. It was just the fact that Karla had arranged for them to stay at Rom's cabin. Roman Crandale, her father's younger brother, had been a pariah in the family for years. MaryAnn had been frankly shocked to her nerve ends to find that her sister had not only seen the mysterious Uncle Rom, but she had had dinner with him on several different occasions: one of those dinners having included the equally infamous Aunt Matty.
"He's absolutely charming," Karla had reported. "And, he's scads more handsome than father, if I do say so."
MaryAnn shut her eyes and tried to control another shudder that was caused from something besides the frequent potholes in the road beneath the car. She would have thought, what with all the shivering she had been doing lately, that it was winter instead of the dead of summer.
"It's not as if Rom is going to be there," Karla said, attempting to placate her sister even further. "He said himself that he's only been there twice in the last five years. The odds against his showing up there are pretty damn slim, if you ask me."
"Slim or not, you don't know for certain that he won't be dropping in, do you?"
And, Karla had to admit that, no, she really didn't know anything for certain. She had tried to get in touch with Rom, but she hadn't been successful. Rom had this knack for dropping in and out of sight unannounced-at least Karla had found that to be true since she had run into him quite by accident at the Dance Disco that one evening. She had spent a good deal of that particular evening with him, had even contemplated getting him to take her home to bed, when somehow (Karla still couldn't remember just how), it had suddenly come out that they were related.
"My God, not little Karla?" Rom had exclaimed to the startled girl. "My God, I haven't seen you since you were about this high." And his hand had made a few chopping motions at about right knee-level. And, Karla had somehow found her gaze drifting up from his knee to focus in on the almost obscene bulge in his pants at her uncle's crotch.
Karla had wondered ever since if she should have been relieved or disappointed at having discovered that blood relationship before the two of them had gotten into bed. Incest, as far as Karla was concerned, didn't seem quite as abhorrent as it might once have (had it ever seemed all that abhorrent?), especially once she had seen how attractive Rom was. And, since she hadn't seen her uncle in years, Rom certainly hadn't seemed like an uncle.
What, Karla wondered, did Uncle Rom look like naked, stripped of all his clothes?
Karla's thoughts weren't the only ones on her uncle. MaryAnn, behind closed eyes, was thinking of Rom, too. And, it wasn't the first time MaryAnn had had obscene thoughts about her uncle. Which was strange, in a way; because, MaryAnn could remember virtually nothing about Rom. She didn't even know what he looked like. Her fantasies, therefore, contained only vague phantoms on a large bed. But even though MaryAnn could never distinctly see the forms she often conjured sometimes in dreams, sometimes in daydreams, she still was able to identify them as Uncle Rom and his sister.
Ever since MaryAnn had learned that her uncle and aunt had been caught fucking together in bed, she had been somehow mysteriously fascinated by the idea. And, she had known of it long before Karla had come right out and asked, forcing their mother into giving an embarrassed admission. Actually, MaryAnn had heard her mother and father talking about it when MaryAnn was somewhere around six. At the time, MaryAnn really hadn't even know what incest was all about. When she was ten, she looked the word up in one of the books in the school library.
MaryAnn wondered how-HOW-it could ever happen that a brother and sister would go to bed together. Maybe she could have understood it better if she'd had a brother of her own. However, she'd only had an older sister.
And, as easily as Karla seemed to accept the idea of her uncle and aunt's incest, would Karla have had any qualms whatsoever about going to bed with her own brother-if she'd had one?
Another shiver sped through MaryAnn's body, counteracting the heat that now bathed her face as it came in magnified through the car window. The readway was actually the only place the sunlight was able to reach as far as ground level. To either side of the road, the warmth got caught in the upper reaches of the trees. Down beneath the branches, the earth was bathed in shade.
Karla slowed down the car as she neared a junction. She didn't want to tell MaryAnn, but Karla wasn't even sure she could find the cabin. It had been mentioned only once in a passing conversation. Frankly, both Rom and Karla had been a bit potted at the time.
"Any time you want to use it, go ahead," Rom had said. "I hardly ever make it up there any more; but, a key is always attached by a magnet to the back of the drainpipe that runs down to the left of the porch.
Somewhere else during the course of that evening, Karla had somehow gotten the gist of the directions. Had she fully realized the advantages of having the cabin available at the time Rom had told her about it, Karla would have paid far more attention than she had.
Karla slowed the car even further, checking out the signs. Had Rom said to go straight ahead at this junction, or turn right?
"Something wrong?" MaryAnn asked, opening her eyes, noticing that besides the sign, the road, and the car, there was no other sign of life in sight.
"Just checking to make sure I wasn't making any wrong turns," Karla said, deciding that it was straight here and then right at the next junction.
"Let's not get lost, huh?" MaryAnn said, shutting her eyes again and wondering if she could possibly catch a nap. Sleeping in cars had never been one of her fortes.
"Lost?" Karla said, punctuating with a laugh that portrayed far more confidence than she was really feeling. "Just stick with me. Your sister here knows where she's going."
MaryAnn thought that particular statement was possibly up for debate. Oh, Karla might have known where the cabin was; but, MaryAnn was thinking of something far removed from just what lie at the end of this stretch of highway.
MaryAnn couldn't help thinking that all of this was a mistake. She didn't like having been tricked into being a part of the deception. And, she had been tricked. And, her parents would have really been fit to be tied if they learned they had been tricked, too.
Bob and Janet Crandale were off in Hawaii. Bob had been sent by his company to close out a business deal; and, Bob had decided it might be fun to finally get that extra honeymoon he and his wife had been talking about for ages.
Janet had been more than a little reluctant about leaving MaryAnn and Karla alone, Karla having been home for summer break. Karla had suggested the beach house. Sandwiched as it was between the puritanical Wilsons and the ready-for-death and nosey Mailers, it seemed hardly likely the girls could go astray if they stayed there.
But, Karla had only been mouthing her willingness to put herself under the close neighborly scrutiny of the Wilsons and the Mailers. She'd had no intentions whatsoever of going to the beach.
MaryAnn scrunched down further into her seat, finding comfort in the increasing warmth. Somehow she thought everything would turn out all right if she could just doze for a moment. Maybe she hoped she was asleep now and would soon awaken to find it was all a bad dream. She would have welcomed that.
MaryAnn, though, was anything but relieved when she finally did doze. Because, her mind went drifting immediately off into the void, settling down finally in a very large room with a very large bed. And on that bed, groaning and moaning, writhing like snakes, their bodies glossy with sweat, was MaryAnn's uncle fucking his own sister.
Both dream forms were blurred; although, Rom was a bit clearer than usual, probably because Karla had so recently come up with a description: black hair, black eyes, sensuous lips, cleft chin, fantastic body.
Obscene! It was obscene! It was filthy! It was wicked! It was perverted!
SO, WHY WAS MARYANN SO OFTEN BROUGHT TO THIS PARTICULAR DREAM PLACE-TO WITNESS THIS PARTICULAR ABOMINATION? Undoubtedly a psychiatrist would tell her that it was merely the result of harmless unsatisfied needs inside of her, finding a way to the surface. MaryAnn was, after all, a young girl. Eighteen. Still a virgin.
MaryAnn watched the dream unfold, wishing that it would clear further so she could see the mated forms more distinctly. The way it was, all she could see at best was the fucking muted through layers and layers ox gauze. But even without seeing clearly, she knew what was happening.
Uncle Rom's huge, hard cock was plowing to climax up his own sister's juicy and cock-gobbling cunt!
CHAPTER TWO
Larry Mapes was excited by the danger. That was the reason he was in the business-that and, of course, the monetary rewards. There was something, though, exceptionally exciting about the constant possibility that the police or other law enforcement officers might come popping out of the woodwork at any moment, guns aimed in his direction.
Just look at the condition Larry was in now. He was breathing hard and heavy. He was sweating. Part of that, of course, could be blamed on the lifting he was doing, transferring the bales of marijuana from the truck to the shed. Later, there would be even more lifting when they moved the bales from the shed to the airplane.
However, the physical exertion wasn't responsible for the hard cock in Larry's pants. And, Jesus, but his cock was hard. Rock-hard. Stiff. Solid. A huge bulging ridge that took root at his crotch and extended for a good nine inches down along his left thigh.
"You've got a hard-on, honey," Marsha Rening said, flashing Larry a wide smile that dimpled her left cheek. With her right hand, she wiped a stray strand of her red hair out of her eyes. "This is all a big turn-on for you, isn't it?"
"And, you're only in it for the money, I suppose?" Larry asked, sitting down on one of the sweet-smelling bales. The last trip to the truck, he had noticed that there were only a couple bales left. George and Cary were out there now, taking care of the last.
"The money, yeah!" Marsha said. "I could find a hell of a lot safer occupations than dope running to get me sexually excited."
George Wilcox appeared suddenly through the shed door, dropping his bale with the others stacked in the small area.
"Cary's coming in with the last," George called. "So far, so good."
George disappeared back outside again; and, Larry turned his attention back to Marsha.
"You're not turned on at all right now, I suppose, huh?" Larry asked, daring Marsha to tell him she wasn't. He had known Marsha almost a year now; and, Marsha was one of the humpiest broads he had ever run across.
"Sure, I'm turned on," Marsha admitted. "But, on the other hand, I'm always ready for a screw. We could be happily married, sitting at home after a boring day of needlepoint; and, I'd be ready for a tumble in the hay."
"This is the last of the lot," Cary Janner said, bringing in the last of the bales. He dropped his armful and gave a relieved sigh. "Guess George and I will be getting our ass out of here now until later this week. Huh?"
"The plane is due in just after dark on Friday," Larry reminded.
"See you then," Cary said, giving a wave.
Cary exited the shed to join George who was already back in the cab of the truck. Larry followed as far as the door, barricading it from the inside. He then turned back to Marsha, smiling when he realized the woman was in the process of dropping her pants.
"Now that we're alone, I figured you might want to relieve some of that pressure building up at your groin," Marsha said. She'd been wearing a pair of faded jeans which she had peeled down around a pair of pale white hips. Her red-haired pussy was a fiery triangle couched between her thighs.
"I like a girl who doesn't mince words," Larry said, dropping his right hand to his crotch, his fingers deftly finding his zipper tag and drawing it downward. The zipper jaws yawned open, revealing the white of Larry's cock-bulged underpants.
"I thought it might be better this way than having you wake me in the middle of the night when I was too groggy to really enjoy it."
"What makes you think I wouldn't just whip out my cock and jack it off, without even bothering you?" Larry asked, his right hand inside of his pants and underpants, his fingers wrapping the thick blue-veined neck of his penis.
"What man ever chose his own hand over a woman's tight pussy?" Marsha asked, letting Larry know that he wasn't fooling anybody. She turned her bare ass in Larry's direction and revolved it sensuously. She bent forward, her hands leaning against a stack of the marijuana bales. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw Larry's probing fingers succeed in bringing his blood-bloated penis out into the open.
"You should have been born a horse with a cock like that," Marsha said appreciatively, feeling the inside of her cunt going all juicy in preparation for the entrance of Larry's phallic monster into it.
"I think not," Larry said, his fisted right hand milking his rigid prick for its inner oils, his thumb heel massaging some of his juices to a veneering atop his cock head. "After all, horses only get to fuck other horses, don't they? Where I get to fuck you."
If this had been the first time Marsha had seen Larry's cock unveiled, she might have wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew. But, she'd had dealings with Larry at least twice over the last year; and, on each of those separate occasions, she'd had her cunt plugged (more than once), by Larry's hard cock. So, Marsha now knew that she could take all that Larry had to offer in the prick department. Marsha was actually more than looking forward to a rematch with Larry's prick. There were few cocks Marsha had ever run into during her extensive sexual career which could compare to Larry's cock in size and in fucking ability.
Larry pulled his swollen cock down from his belly, walking it right up to Marsha's creamy ass. He moved his prick tip downward through the crease of Marsha's buttocks. His leaking cock mouth left a trailing of clear juices on Marsha's pale skin.
Marsha felt the pulpy cock head when it nuzzled her pussy from the rear. Her hands closed in tight against the edge of the marijuana bale, preparing for the jolt she knew would accompany the initial shoving of Larry's cock into the depths of her pussy.
Larry's cock on Marsha's pussy, Larry milked his penis for more oils, using those new juices to further slick Marsha's pussy entrance.
Larry then began pressing his cock home, pushing his hips forward into Marsha's cunt. Marsha's pussy began to yawn open, her cunt lips slipping up and around Larry's pulpy cock corona.
"Easy, baby, easy," Marsha breathed, feeling the pain of her cuntal stretching, feeling the pleasure of Larry's entering meatiness.
But, Larry responded by giving a forward thrusting of his hips which drove not only his cock head but a good three inches of his hard cock neck into Marsha's sexual pit.
"Ugh!" Marsha grunted helplessly. If she hadn't known otherwise-from past experience-she might have thought her cunt was in the process of splitting along its seams. Larry's fat cock neck had Marsha's pussy jaws yawned just about as far as they could go.
While Marsha's cunt was still trembling its attempts at adjustment, Larry gave another heave that brutally buried the rest of his cock up Marsha's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh ... sweeeeeeet ... Jessssssssus!" Marsha grunted. Her body went momentarily taut with Larry's attack, the woman squealing like a stuck pig. Still, she had been through all of this before. She had enjoyed it then, and she enjoyed it now. Larry's cock felt good buried up Marsha's cunt. Larry's lower body felt great nestled against the buns of Marsha's naked ass. Larry's balls felt sensuously exciting as they rubbed against Marsha's pussy hair.
"Feels good ... feels good ... feels good," Larry chanted. His voice was heavy with the passion spawned by the spasming convulsions of Marsha's violated cunt membranes against the length of Larry's prick.
God, but there was nothing ... NOTHING ... like warm-wet pussy wrapped around penis!
Marsha held to the marijuana bale, feeling Larry finally beginning to withdraw his cock. Marsha's cunt was holding so securely to Larry's penis that Larry's withdrawing hips were pulling Marsha's lower body right along with them. The suction was so intense, as a matter-of-fact, that it was only with exceeding reluctance that Larry's prick could slip free at all from Marsha's clinging cunt.
Larry, though, wasn't concerned with pulling his sexual sword completely free of Marsha's sexual scabbard. He drew his cock out just to his cock head and then proceeded to plug it all back into his cum-bulged balls.
Larry was being rough; but, Marsha liked it that way.
Larry's cock juices mingled with Marsha's pussy liquids. The profusion of natural lubricating oils made Larry's cock strokes become easier and easier as the man moved into his fucking cadence. Granted, it might have been a less painful screw for Marsha if Larry had proceeded with a bit more finesse; but, neither Larry nor Marsha cared. A hearty fuck was what they both preferred and enjoyed.
Larry's hands went to Marsha's hipbones, holding the woman's body solid while Larry's hips continued to pound ... pound ... pound.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," Marsha moaned, rolling her buttocks in such a manner that Larry's fucking penis could stir in her pussy like a pestle stirred in its mortar.
Marsha's body was wracked with hurt and with pleasure. Her hurt, however, was actually only a supplement to the pleasure Larry was feeding Marsha at that moment.
Larry moved his humping into an even higher gear, skewering himself deeply into Marsha's pussy on each forward stroke. Larry's lower belly was banging loudly against Marsha's sweaty ass cheeks.
Larry's cock slipped out again. In it went again. His balls churned inside of the man's contracting scrotum. Larry's muscled belly went taut.
"I'm going to screw your cunt good," Larry proclaimed. "I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and then feed it gallons ... and gallons ... and gallons ... of rich-warm male sex cream!"
Larry's voice was alive with grunts and groans, his words coming out only partially decipherable.
Larry pumped, his fingers grabbing a bruising hold on Marsha's hips. Larry's pants crotch was growing sopped with the sweat leaking from the pores of Marsha's ass and from the juices sucked from Marsha's cunt on each of the cock outstrokes.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Marsha encouraged. There was nothing that could get her so excited as massive cock at work up her clinging pussy. "Fuck me fast. Fuck me hard. Fuck me long."
Larry was quite prepared to fuck fast and fuck hard. Fucking long, though, was another thing altogether. Because, Larry was already having trouble holding back his swirling passions. He bit his lip in the hope that the resulting pain would partially counteract the sensuous swells surging inside of him.
Larry pulled back on Marsha's lower body as his pelvis once again bucked forward. Larry then pulled his cock out to its bulbous head, feeling Marsha's hugging cunt muscles gumming the circumcision scar that turtle-necked Larry's heart-shaped cock corona. Larry's hips bucked again, burying all of his prick up Marsha's responding body.
"I'm ... about ... there ... baby!" Larry proclaimed, moving into the last phases of humping before his ejaculation arrived on the scene.
Larry's body had no sooner stiffened, his hips continuing to pound, than Marsha's body went rigid beneath him.
"Oh ... stud ... fill me ... Fill Me ... FILL ME!" Marsha squealed.
And in a shed smelling sweetly of marijuana, Larry placed his cock one final time up Marsha's cunt and left it there.
"OH, GODDAMN ... I'M CUMMMING!" Larry grunted.
Wad after wad of Larry's ejaculating seminal slugs ejected from Larry's insanely pulsing cock and blasted in soupy curtains into the moist depths of Marsha's cunt. The first gobs of semen were far-reaching ones, the last becoming mere oozings that drooled out over the lips of Larry's pulsing cock mouth.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Marsha groaned, her hips bucking like a mare turned loose in the bareback competition at some professional rodeo. ^ "Ahg!" Larry voiced animalistically, thinking that Marsha's sudden gyrations were somehow succeeding to torque his massive meatiness off at its knotted base.
Roman Crandale looked up from the drink he had been contemplating. He saw Harry Klinton weaving expertly through the room in his direction.
"Roman!" Harry exclaimed, finally coming to a stop at Roman's table, "what a pleasant surprise. How long has it been?"
"A long time, Harry," Roman lied. Actually, they had had a similar meeting in a less public place on more than a few occasions over the last couple of months.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Harry asked, pulling out a chair. Of course, Roman wouldn't object. There was big money involved here; and, all of this was just one more part of the total well-planned negotiations for cinching the deal.
"How about a drink?" Roman suggested, noticing that a waiter had already noticed Harry's arrival and was heading in their direction.
"Scotch," Harry told the waiter. "And another whatever for my old buddy here."
"Scotch," Roman said, reminding the waiter. The young man disappeared en route to the bar.
"How goes it, Roman?" Harry asked, settling back in his chair. He was a handsome enough, middle-age man with black hair already gone gray at his temples. His eyes, too, were gray-like two ball bearings located beneath bushy eyebrows.
"Things have been going quite nicely," Roman said, eyeing Harry over the rim of the glass Roman had just emptied in preparation for his upcoming refill. "I received word today that certain merchandise has reached the border and is ready for crossing."
Harry glanced nervously around the room to make sure no one was listening. His checking was possibly superfluous, since it hardly seemed likely Roman would have been so indiscreet as to move directly on to business if there was any chance that they could be overheard.
"I'm happy to hear that," Harry said, finally satisfied that no one was paying either of them any mind. Actually, the two men looked like two prominent businessmen about to indulge in a three-martini lunch.
"And, I presume there's no trouble at your end?" Roman said, momentarily catching his reflection in the glass panels that lined the wall across the room.
Roman, all decked out in a new Brioni suit, looked exceptionally good-looking, his short black hair banging over large black eyes. When he smiled, his teeth were white behind the stretch of his sensuous lips.
"No, there's been no problems at all," Harry said, changing the subject for a brief moment while the waiter arrived and placed the drinks on the table. "Do you see any of the old gang any more?"
"I see Clive occasionally," Roman said, picking a name out of the blue. He and Harry actually had no old gang in common. Theirs was purely a business relationship and had always been.
"Would you like to order now?" the waiter asked, drinks in place, his note pad ready.
"Steak sandwich," Roman said, deciding he was hungry. "And, substitute cottage cheese for the potato, will you?"
Roman was in no way fat, but neither did he want to get that way. He had been watching his diet for years; and, doing so had paid off handsomely. There really wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on his trim, well-muscled body.
"I'll have the same," Harry told the waiter. "With coffee."
"Coffee for you, sir?" the waiter asked Roman. "Coffee is fine," Roman agreed. A few seconds later, the waiter was gone; and, Roman had turned the conversation back to business.
"You'll be ready for pick up on schedule?" Roman asked. "You understand, I have no real desire to have the merchandise in my possession for any longer than is necessary."
"Yes, we'll be prepared for pick up on schedule," Harry assured. "As I said, so far there's been no problems. I'm actually quite pleased. It's always a pleasure to deal with professionals."
"Here, here!" Roman said, raising his glass in toast.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Tony, don't be an ass hole!" Karla said, seeing her boyfriend above her, Tony's naked body out on the rock above the pool. "You break your neck out in this goddamn backwoods retreat, and it would take me forever to get back any help. No phone, remember?"
"There's a doctor in Denning Creek," Tony said. "I saw his sign when I drove through there."
"And how far away would you say Denning Creek is, you silly-ass bastard?" Karla asked facetiously. "Three hours there, three hours back?"
"Granted, it's a bit more than a short walk; but, what makes you think that I'm going to break my neck anyway? I'm on the diving team at school, remember?"
"Diving into a swimming pool at that school of yours is one thing," Karla reminded. "Jumping off that rock into this pool is something else again."
"Your concern touches me to the depth of my being," Tony said, dramatically clutching his folded hands to his hair-covered chest. "But, honestly, I am a competent diver. I think I can safely make this rather inconsequential jump."
"I wish you wouldn't," Karla said, wondering why she was so nervous. Tony was right! He was on his school diving team. He had gotten more than his share of medals, set more than his share of meet records. Still....
Tony pretended he was going to jump, then pulled back at the last minute. He went through the motions of regaining his balance, finally giving Karla a wide grin.
Karla was not amused. "Funny," Karla told him. "Did I scare you?"
"Tony, for Christ's sake, quit acting like a kid. I have enough problems handling my sister without having another juvenile on the scene."
Tony leaned his back against the hard rock behind him and folded his arms across his chest.
"What is this apparent problem with MaryAnn?" Tony asked. "She acted as if she didn't know I was even planning to show up."
"Oh, she knew all right," Karla said. "She's just a little old-fashion. She needs someone to wake her up to the facts of life."
"Shall I volunteer?" Tony asked. He dropped a hand to his long-hanging cock and gave its flaccid length a lovong stroke. "I think my equipment could take on another cunt and still survive."
"I suggest you get those silly notions out of your head," Karla said, meaning it. "I have enough problems already without having MaryAnn take back tales of rape."
"You think I'd have to rape her?" Tony asked smugly. A few additional strokes of his hand over his penis made his cock grow heavier, made his prick stretch even further downward between his legs.
"Whether or not it was rape when it happened," Karla said, "MaryAnn would start feeling guilty about it; and, before long it would seem like rape to her, no matter what it had been."
"I think you're possibly underestimating your sister," Tony said.
"Maybe you're right," Karla said. "I guess I just want that fat cock of yours all to myself. And speaking of that big cock of yours, why don't you bring it on down here so that I can get a better look at it?"
"Okay," Tony said. And before Karla could protest, Tony had dived off the small shelf in the rocks. His streamlined and muscled body split the water with a good deal of splash. His tanned flesh then disappeared for a few seconds before it floated lazily toward the surface.
"Very funny!" Karla said, having felt her heart soar to her throat when she had watched Tony jump. She had felt basically the same way when she had seen the famed Mexican cliff divers exiting the rocks in Acapulco.
Tony paddled to the rock slabs bordering the pool. In the process of pulling himself out of the water, his right shoulder collapsed; and Tony gave a low groan.
"You see, you bastard," Karla said, hurrying over to the pool edge. "You did hurt yourself, didn't you?"
"It's nothing," Tony said coming free of the water. "I just sprained my shoulder or something. It's certainly not that broken neck you were predicting."
"Tony, you are a jackass!" Karla said, not knowing whether to be angry that Tony was hurt, or grateful that he wasn't hurt more seriously. She walked over to the sidelines, picked up one of the towels and threw it to her boyfriend. Karla noticed that Tony caught it with his left hand.
Karla sat down on a rock, watching Tony, well aware that Tony was in some pain as he proceeded to dry himself off.
Karla, though, soon decided it couldn't have been too serious, or Tony would have been grimacing far more than he was. So, she let her mind wander from Tony's recent silly exhibition of male bravura to concentrate simply on Tony's exquisite physique.
Tony, as far as Karla was concerned, had one of the best bodies she had ever seen. And, she had seen more than her share of naked men in her few short years.
Tony stood about five-eleven. He had a long, lean, but well-muscled body. He had black hair and Italian features that betrayed his Mediterranean ancestry. He had black eyes, a Roman nose, full lips. He had well-domed pectorals, washboarded abdominals. His chest and belly were covered with black hair that was all curly. He had a swimmer's legs and arm muscles. He had a nice firm ass. Karla was a sucker for a firm, male ass.
Karla was also a sucker for a big cock. And, Tony certainly came well-equipped in that particular department. Tony's cock was long and bulky. Uncircumcised, his foreskin never quite seemed to completely snout his cock corona even when his prick was completely flaccid. Semi-hard as his cock now was, his total cock tip was revealed, the prepuce rolled into a turtlenecking ring around the flaring of his corona. His cock mouth was deep and wet. His cock neck was a dark, almost chocolate brown, that allowed one large vein to show through along its left flank.
Tony's scrotum, fuzzed with more black hair, contained two enormous balls that seemed to be continually in movement. Those testicles were now hung low, but they had a tendency to convert to a grapefruit-like mass at the base of Tony's cock whenever the young man was close to orgasm.
Tony finished drying, dropping his towel to one side. His shoulder still hurt, but not bad enough to keep him from doing what he now proposed. Tony gave Karla a lewd wink.
"Want to fuck?" Tony asked, giving Karla a wide smile.
"Are you able, what with your present disability?" Karla asked, smiling back. "Shall we see?"
"Yea, maybe we better. Because if you can't perform, I'll have to work fast to get a replacement, won't I?"
"And, here I thought you invited me up here for my mind."
"You have a mind, do you?"
"How degrading to be thought of only as a sex object," Tony said, not finding it degrading at all. As a matter-of-fact, he had always felt more than a little flattered that girls were turned on to his exceptional body and his exceptional cock.
Karla, seeing Tony's cock getting bigger and thicker, decided that if she didn't start getting undressed right away Tony would be ready before she was. She had held off stripping before now, because, unlike Tony, she had never been excited by the prospect of cold swims or cold showers. While waiting for Tony to finish in the water, Karla had done no more than remove her shoes and socks to dangle her feet in the stream.
She was wearing a sweater. It came off easily, mussing her hair attractively in the process. Unlike MaryAnn, who had blonde hair, Karla had brown. Karla's hair was full and lush, tumbling in wide waves down around her face and to her shoulders. She had nicely-defined eyebrows, thick eyelashes, hazel eyes. Her mouth was a trifle too large for her face; but, few people noticed that, any more than they noticed that Karla's breasts were possibly a little too large for her body.
By the time Karla had removed her wrap-around skirt and was standing in only her brassiere and pink underpanties, Tony's cock had gone rock-hard.
But, then Tony never failed to get excited by Karla Crandale. She was one of the sexiest girls he had ever screwed. She was one of the few Tony could never seem to get enough of. There was just something about Karla's large breasts, her small waist, and her long, long legs which could always get Tony's prick standing at attention in no time.
"You know," Karla said, taking a minute to pull her gaze away from Tony's cock and survey the surrounding area, "maybe we had better wait until we get back to the cabin, huh? I don't see any place that looks at all comfortable for my poor back."
"Who says the only fuck position is with you on your back?" Tony asked. He had no intentions of waiting very much longer to plug his hot cock up Karla's pussy. He was hot, man! He was really hot!
"Well, as long as you're willing to let it be your back that gets all bruised and battered on the rocks...." Karla said, reaching both hands behind her back to unfasten her brassiere strap.
Karla's brassiere came free, dropping from right to left, leaving first one and then the other of her creamy white breasts uncovered.
Tony swallowed hard. God damn, but Karla's breasts were every man's dream. They were so big, so luscious, so perfect with their pimply quarter-size nipples.
"Who says the only fuck position is with me on my back?" Tony asked. He stepped right up, extending both hands. His fingers went claw-like around Karla's breasts. He felt the hardening nipples of her breasts against the palms of his hands.
Tony came in even closer, bending his head forward. He stuck out his tongue, licking the upper swellings of Karla's breasts. He then licked his way into Karl's deep cleavage and dragged his wet tongue on downward, coming out on Karla's flat belly. He came to a squatting position, rather than a kneeling one, knowing that the rock would be hard as hell against his knees.
Tony dropped his hands down from Karla's breasts, along her sides, down finally to her legs.
Karla quivered, her flesh covering with tiny goose bumps as Tony's fingers brushed along the silky smoothness of Karla's inner thighs.
Tony grabbed the soft meatiness of Karla's inner thighs, squeezing flesh with his enormous hands. Tony licked his hips, having, as he did, a mighty fine look at the curling vee of pubic hair that was visible behind the transparent curtain offered by Karla's silk underpants.
Tony ran his fingers up along the silk underpanties, feeling the heat of Karla's cheeky ass buns. Karla's buttocks were almost perfectly heart-shaped, neat and trim, with a sag.
"You are a real beauty, baby," Tony said, moving his lips down beyond Karla's navel, down along the slickness of her panties.
Tony reached for the elastic of Karla's panties, easing his fingers down beneath the material which clung sensuously to Karla's ass. Tony's thumbs stayed hooked on the waistband, pulling downward as Tony's fingers slipped into Karla's ass crease.
Karla held her breath, trembling all over at the feel of Tony's experienced hands and mouth. If there was one thing Tony knew how to do, it was how to get a girl really hyped.
Tony's hands slipped deeper down between the sheer tautness of Karla's panties and along the warmth of the young woman's ass. Karla squirmed as Tony's hands tugged her underpants down even further. The upper region of Karla's brown pubic hair came into view, followed by the rest of that veeing when Tony's efforts dropped the clinging material down over Karla's sleek, supple ass cheeks.
"Nice, baby ... damn nice," Tony commented, feeling his cock giving anticipatory little jerks as Tony's face moved in for a closer look at what Tony's cock was dying to spear.
Tony pulled harder on Karla's panties, rolling the material down until it dropped to a pooling around Karla's ankles. Karla stepped out of the silk, holding for support to Tony's shoulders as she did so.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you sexy stud!" Karla bleated when, after coming again to a complete standing position, she felt the wildly erotic brush of Tony's lips through the curling brown pubic hair on her sensitive cunt.
Tony kissed his way back to the insides of Karla's thighs, alternating her legs as he ran his damp tongue back and forth over Karla's goose-bumped flesh.
"Eat meeeeeeee!" Karla groaned as Tony's kissing again took him higher and higher along the soft and buttery tender whiteness of Karla's thighs.
Karla could feel the top of Tony's head brushing with the hair on her tight-lipped pussy. Tony's hair tickled Karla's cunt.
Karla's hands dropped to Tony's head, holding to his thick black hair. Karla's large, perfect breasts, pink-nippled, were misting with perspiration. Her rib cage was expanding and contracting as Karla began easing Tony's face closer and closer yet to Karla's loins.
Tony's kisses took him far up along the inside of Karla's left leg, up beyond the milky softness of her thigh to the steaming coral-lipped slit of Karla's hair-fringed pussy. And when Tony's snake-like tongue darted out to make contact with Karla's sensitive sexual crack, Karla jerked convulsively as if she had been shot through with a thousand volts of electricity.
Tony's tongue lashed out, delivering yet another wide-wet swiping along the entire length of Karla's sexual cleft.
"Oh ... sweet ... sweet ... Jesus!" Karla moaned, her voice cracking with the pleasurable sensation of Tony's cunnilingus. She ground her cunt closer into his face. She used her hands to keep his head firmly in place.
Tony, though, wasn't about to go any place else-at least for the moment. He had always liked the taste of female cunt, ever since he had first gone diving for it at a very young age. And, Karla had one particularly fine-tasting pussy.
Tony's long tongue swept once again the sweet-flavored slit of Karla's cunt. Tony moved his lips in, kissing her crack, forcing her slice open like the edges of a buttery pastry. As he did so, his tongue licked up the delicious flavors that flooded over his taste buds.
"Ohhhhhhh, you do that sooooooooo good!" Karla whispered, her legs going weak as Tony continued the caresses of his tongue against Karla's most sensitive , regions.
Tony's wriggling tongue tip finally worked its way in between the fleshy pink folds of Karl's moist pussy ... finding the budded little erection of Karla's clitoris.
"Eeeeeeeiiiiiiii!" Karla squealed as Tony's lips ovaled over the sensitive little nub of flesh. As Tony sucked mercilessly, rolling the clitoris between his pursed lips and flicking it with his tongue, Karla bleated again. "Oooooooooeeeiiiiiiii ... it feels so ... so ... good ... stud! It feels so ... so ... good!"
Tony's tongue suddenly seemed to be everywhere at once. Its hot licking went wild. It kept returning again and again to Karla's budded clitoris, tormenting, flicking, teasing Karla to the point of delicious anguish.
"OOHHHHHHH ... FUCK ... YESSSSSSSS!" Karla cried out shrilly. Her fingers closed in tightly on Tony's scalp, pushing Tony's head deeper into Karla's crotch. Karla's pelvis bucked forward, grinding the sizzling moistness of her pussy into Tony's already juice-smeared face.
Karla climaxed on Tony's tongue, lost suddenly to everything but the exploding holocaust that was burning in her groin and sunbursting into the base of her brain.
And a few yards away, concealed in the trees, MaryAnn watched. She had been standing there for a long time. Too long. She had wanted to turn away, but she had been fascinated by Tony's naked body. She had been hypnotized by the way Tony had bowed down before Karla's body and worshiped it with his mouth and tongue.
MaryAnn, not really wanting to, pulled her gaze off the perverted display of sex that was still in progress. MaryAnn was not only revolted by what she had seen, but she was revolted by the fact that she had been so affected by it. She felt frankly ill at ease that her cunt had gotten all wet and juicy while she had watched. She was guilty somehow in that her cunt had begun tingling like crazy while it was Karla's cunt Tony was eating.
EATING! JESUS, YES, EATING! TONY QUANTOS HAD BEEN EATING KARLA'S CUNT!
MaryAnn, natural lubricating oils drooling from her hair-fringed pussy and running down her leg, began suddenly to flee back toward the cabin.
Oh, she should have never come to this place! She ... simply ... should ... have ... never ... come!
CHAPTER FIVE
MaryAnn was exhausted by the time she reached the cabin. Still, she continued at a run in through the front door, up the stairs, and into her room. She then slammed the door behind her and locked it.
During her flight through the woods, branches having slapped out at her, roots having reached up out of nowhere in order to trip her, MaryAnn had felt the horror of what she had seen somehow intensifying inside of her.
She had known that Karla was no virgin. She had known that Tony had been invited up to do more for Karla than just chop a bit of firewood, or fish for supper in the streams or in the nearby lake. But, there was a difference between fucking-normal fucking-and what MaryAnn had just witnessed.
MaryAnn went to her bed, fell down on it, buried her face in her arms. She tried to tell herself that maybe she had just imagined it all. Maybe Tony hadn't been doing what he had seemed to be doing.
But, he had been doing it, hadn't he? If MaryAnn disbelieved her own eyes, then what about her ears? "Eat me! Eat me!" her sister had been squealing.
Oh ... it was obscene! It was filthy! It was perverted! MaryAnn put it on the same level as she did cock-sucking or ass-screwing. It was something done by degenerates to degenerates. Sex-normal sex-was simply the placing of a cock into a vagina. MaryAnn, after all, wasn't ignorant of the facts of life. And, MaryAnn thoroughly approved of sex-when the practitioners were married. She had, also, thought herself broadminded enough to accept the fact that certain unmarried people-like Karla and Tony-might indulge in a little sexual intercourse without being damned because of it. NOT THAT MARYANN COULD EVER CONDONE PREMARITAL SEX FOR HERSELF! But, this horrible act she had witnessed, this wretched display of loathsomeness that went beyond all common definitions of normality ... THAT WAS SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN!
How could her sister have let-have encouraged!-Tony to do such an abhorrent thing? How could Tony have allowed himself to put his lips-DOWN THERE?
MaryAnn shuddered. Oh, it was all too much! It was simply too much!
Surely, her parents couldn't have dreamed of what Karla had become. Both her parents would have died at the horror of knowing Karla had allowed Tony to do such a thing to her.
MaryAnn rolled to her back. She covered her face with both hands, feeling her tears. Yes, she had been crying. Of course, she had been crying. To have witnessed such a display of wanton sexuality was bound to cause some such emotional reaction on the part of any decent human being, wasn't it?
How they had looked! Naked! Tony kneeling and eating! Karla standing and bleating out filth like a possessed woman! Oh, but it was sickening beyond belief.
And, what else did Karla and Tony do? What were they doing now? What horrors might MaryAnn have witnessed if she had just stuck around a little longer? Who knew, maybe Tony now had his cock (and, God, what a monstrous cock it was, too!), rammed to his cum-bulged balls up Karla's ass.
Oh, she mustn't think about it! She mustn't! She mustn't! She must simply put it all out of her mind! BUT, HOW COULD SHE PUT IT OUT OF HER MIND?
What disturbed her, among other things, was the fact that Karla and Tony had seemed to be enjoying it. How could that be possible? What possible enjoyment could there be for a man to bury his face and his tongue-DOWN THERE? What possible pleasure for a woman to have a wagging tongue where only a man's cock was meant to be?
But what disturbed her most now-even as it had disturbed her most while she was witnessing the abomination-was the fact that she, MaryAnn Crandale, had gotten pleasure from just her watching. Her cunt had gotten all juicy. Her pussy had leaked so much that her underpants were now soiled with the deluge.
What wickedness inside of her, what perversion she hadn't even known about, had allowed MaryAnn her sexual excitement upon witnessing what she had seen?
Oh, the horror! The horror! The horror!
MaryAnn got up off the bed. She walked over to the mirror above the dressing table. She took a good look at the face that was reflected back to her. She was vaguely disappointed that she wasn't seeing a Medusa's head. Surely, there should have been something there to tell forever that she had witnessed an abomination beyond words. So, why hadn't her hair all turned white? Why weren't her eyes gone milky with cataracts? Why weren't there new wrinkles, burned like welts across her forehead and cheeks?
Her green eyes were red and puffy? So what? That wasn't what MaryAnn was looking for. Her eyes always got red and puffy when she cried. The redness and the puffiness always went away, leaving no trace.
Actually, what MaryAnn saw reflected back was the face of an eighteen-year-old girl who had been recently crying. She could have been crying about anything: a sick pet, a lost locket, a broken romance.
DAMN IT, THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING THERE IN THE MIRROR THAT TOLD HOW DIFFERENT THIS WEEPING HAD BEEN!
Blonde hair, full and lush. Green eyes with corn-colored brows and thick lashes. Pert nose. Full lips. Long neck. Nice breasts. Slim waist. Firm ass.
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing changed. It was almost as if there was no visible record of the horror MaryAnn had seen.
MaryAnn went back to the bed and laid down on it. She shut her eyes, realizing that whether or not there was any physical indications of what had occurred, she carried the scars of it in her mind.
His cock: that was what had, at first, captured MaryAnn's attention. Jesus, but it had been a big one. Big when flaccid. Big after he had played with it and made it go solid. And, MaryAnn had been frankly curious as to how something that big could possibly get inserted up Karla's small cunt.
There was nothing wrong with that! Was there?
Of course, after she had somehow rationalized her sticking around to watch her sister get screwed by Tony's huge cock (was there something possibly sick about the ease with which she had rationalized her staying?), she had been too surprised by what had happened to immediately turn away. Because, she couldn't really believe what Tony was doing, could she? Even as she had watched, she had kept telling herself over and over, "This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening!"
But, it had happened. Tony had tongue-fucked Karla's cunt. MaryAnn had watched. Karla had orgasmed on Tony's tongue. MaryAnn's pussy had gushed out a flooding of juices to sop her underwear with moisture.
MaryAnn opened her eyes and got off the bed. She hurried to the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. By the time she had reached the bathroom, her blouse was off. Her pants were unbuttoned. She sat down on the toilet lid and took off her shoes and her socks. She stood and dropped her pants.
MaryAnn turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. Her body was as flawless as her face had been.
MaryAnn peeled off her brassiere, baring her beautiful breasts. Her breasts were white, full-blown, coral-tipped, unmarred.
And her underpants? There they were. The only piece of clothing any longer on her body. And, there was the evidence of the extent of her degradation. Her crotch was soaked to the point of transparency. Her total blonde pubic vee was visible, her crotch hair wet and flattened against her skin.
"Ohhhhhhhh," MaryAnn groaned audibly. She felt filthy, soiled, dirty. She hurriedly pulled off her underpants, opened the shower door and tossed her panties in. She turned on the water, letting it run so hot that she could hardly stand it.
MaryAnn stepped into the spray, letting the heated water totally engulf her, letting it fill her hair, drain down over her face, over her neck, over her breasts, over her back and her ass and her cunt and her legs.
MaryAnn reached for the soap, hoping that it would help her to scour away the uncleanliness she felt. She covered her body with suds, rinsed them away, lathered up again. Whenever the water started going cool, she would turn on more hot. She worked her panties with her feet, kneading the material clean like some peasant woman washing clothes in a mountain stream.
Finally, MaryAnn turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. She reached for a large Turkish towel. She faced the mirror as she dried; but, she saw nothing, since the mirror was misted with condensed steam.
MaryAnn scrubbed her body with the rough towel as she dried, attempting to dislodge any of the dirty feeling the soap and water might have missed. Her skin turned pink-then-red as a result.
But, try as she might, MaryAnn couldn't get the thoughts of Karla and Tony out of her mind. Because, there was no way the soap or the water could clean the slate of MaryAnn's brain. And, that's where the pictures were registered, wasn't it? And, that's where the visuals were etched for time and eternity, wasn't it?
MaryAnn shut her eyes....
And, Karla had stood there by the pool. Naked except for her underpants....
Tony had come to her. Naked....
Tony had reached out his hands, curving his fingers around the ends of Karla's breasts....
Tony had kissed Karla's neck....
Kissed Karla's belly....
Kissed Karla's thighs....
Tony had peeled off Karla's underpants, revealing Karla's creamy white ass and Karla's hair-fringed ussy....
And, Tony had kissed that pussy ... Tony had licked that pussy ... Tony had fucked that pussy with his tongue ... And, Karla had squealed: "Eat me, eat me, eat me!...."
MaryAnn's eyes flew open. The mirror had partially cleared so that she could see herself. Her right hand was positioned down at her crotch, her fingers playing with her pussy.
SHE WAS PLAYING WITH HERSELF! OH, SICK! OH, SICK! OH, SICK!
"Ohhhhhhhh, nooooooo!" MaryAnn bleated, feeling her insides beginning to rupture. And, she tried to pull her hand away, but she couldn't. Like a magnet, MaryAnn's cunt only pulled her fingers in even deeper.
This couldn't be happening! THIS SIMPLY COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! "Aaaaahhhhhh ... aggghhhhhhh ... agghhhhhhhh
... AAGGEEIIIIIIIII!" MaryAnn squealed helplessly, her right hand buried to its juice-slicked knuckles up the young woman's spasming pussy.
And, MaryAnn's mind suddenly locked in on the picture of Tony Quantos naked, and on his knees, his tongue delving deep up-not up Karla's cunt but up-MARYANN'S ORGASMING CUNT.
Wet liquids drooled free of MaryAnn's cuntal slit, leaking in slow-moving rivers down along MaryAnn's shapely young wrist.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, shit!" Roman Crandale groaned, coming awake to the drilling of the telephone rings into his tired brain.
Roman rolled, stretched for the phone in the darkness and brought it to his ear and mouth.
"Yes?" Roman mumbled sleepily.
"I have a collect call for Mr. Jonathan Beenuter," the male operator's voice said.
"Tell him it's from Matthew White," a voice from the opposite end of the line intruded.
"From Mr. Matthew White," the operator obliged. "Will you accept the charges?"
Roman was already throwing back the blankets. He came up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, reaching for the lamp on the table.
"I'm afraid you must have the wrong number," Roman said, checking the clock. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. "There's no Mr. Beenuter at this address."
There was the sound of a disconnection in Roman's ear, and he hung his own telephone receiver back on its hook.
Trouble! There was some kind of trouble!
Roman got dressed, going into the bathroom just long enough to splash his face with cold water. He then left his apartment, taking the elevator to the garage.
He drove several miles away, found a pay telephone booth at random and stopped his car. In the booth, he dialed the Vancouver, Canada number direct, waiting for the operator to interrupt with a request for the proper change.
The phone on the other end rang. Cary Janner must have been sitting on the phone, because he answered in the middle of the first ring.
"This is Mr. Beenuter," Roman said.
"Word at this end is that certain factions have been made aware of the possibility of our present operation and are preparing to move," Cary answered.
"They have specifics?"
"Sources say no," Cary answered. "But, there has been a good deal of activity. I'm suggesting we move early."
"How early?"
"As soon as possible if you can handle at that end."
"Move, then," Roman said.
The phone went dead. Roman waited for the dial tone and then dialed a local number.
Someone answered by repeating verbally the number Roman had just dialed.
"Mr. Torper, please. This is Alex," Roman said.
There was a short pause.
"What number are you calling from, Alex?" a voice asked finally.
Roman gave the number of the phone in the booth, waited for the man on the other end to verify his receipt of the number before Roman hung up.
Less than two minutes later, the phone in the booth rang, and Roman answered it.
"Roman?" the voice on the other end queried.
"We're moving the stuff tonight," Roman said. "Canadian authorities are suddenly restless. I thought they'd been handled."
"Goddamn it!" the voice on the other end erupted. "Goddamn, shitting, sonofabitch! Call me back in an hour, will you?"
"Sure," Roman replied. "Just remember that things are on 'go' as of a few minutes ago, and I'll have to get my ass up to the cabin."
"A hour, Roman. An hour. And, I guarantee you that someone in Canada is going to get hell!"
The phone went dead as the person on the other end of the line broke the connection.
Roman left the booth, walking across the street to a restaurant for breakfast and coffee.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karla was feeling pretty well, considering ... Considering Tony's shoulder had been giving him a bit of trouble during the course of their previous evening fucking program. Considering, MaryAnn-for some goddamn reason known only to MaryAnn-had locked herself in her room and had refused to come out even for supper.
Karla had originally come into the bathroom to take her usual morning pee; but, since Tony had still been sawing logs, Karla decided she would shower now, being all nice and fresh for what Tony might have in mind to start off the morning. She dropped her robe off her body, noticing that her belly, thighs, and pussy were coated with a crusting of last night's passion. Tony seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of creamy white stuff.
Karla turned on the water, stepped in, and washed up quickly, not lingering anywhere with soap-slicked fingers, lest she get suddenly carried away and do the work Tony's cock could do so much better.
She turned off the water, left the stall, and dried quickly. Although the cabin caught a good deal of the early morning light, the night before had been cool enough so that the chill still lingered. And, Karla was quick to cover herself once again with her robe after she was dry.
Karla then checked herself out in the mirror, deciding a small amount of lip gloss was just what she needed; that, and a few brush strokes through her lush, brown hair.
Satisfied finally, Karla headed back to the bedroom.
And, Karla knew the minute she took one look at Tony's wide-eyed expression that something was wrong.
"Tony?"
"I can't fucking move my right arm," Tony said, his voice betraying the fact that he hadn't quite accepted the reality himself. "I honest-to-God can't move it."
"Maybe it's just a little stiff," Karla suggested, walking over to the bed. She reached for Tony's right arm and lifted it for him.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesssssssssus!" Tony grunted, his face going red with the pain that shot suddenly through his shoulder.
"Do you think you broke it when you did your fancy show-off dive yesterday?" Karla asked, wondering why this had to happen now. She had really been looking forward to celebrating the new day by having her guts filled with a new deluge of Tony's wet-wild cream.
"I don't know what in the hell is wrong with it," Tony said. "I was using it last night."
"You and your need to play Tarzan," Karla said, shaking her head as if she would never really understand the male animal's need to put on occasional butch displays.
"Maybe it'll get better if I can just get up and get around," Tony suggested, coming to a sitting position after much difficulty and considerable help from Karla.
"Yea, and then again, maybe you won't," Karla said, accepting the fact that her stud-at least for the moment-was out of commission. "Now, just where did you see that doctor's shingle hanging? Denning Creek?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the heat of the morning, the shed had an even stronger smell of marijuana. The rich, flavorful aroma was sucked deep into Larry Mapes' lungs, achieving the effect of a minor high.
Marsha Rening, at the moment, was strung by ropes from one of the rafters. Her arms were lifted above her head, making her shaved underarms show as elongated triangles. Her rib cage was jutting outward, making her breasts seem even larger than they were. Her belly was actually concave between her two hipbones. Her legs dangled downward so that her toes could touch the floor if she stretched for it.
Marsha wasn't worried about her present predicament. Quite to the contrary. She was actually excited as all hell about it. She had always gotten a decidedly extra thrill about the introduction of the milder aspects of bondage and discipline into sex. And, Larry had a way of utilizing just enough to make Marsha really climb the walls.
Marsha and Larry were doing no more than playing games. Assigned to keep watch over the baled marijuana, there wasn't much of anything else to occupy their minds but sex.
The game they had decided to play today was rape. Marsha always got an exceptional charge out of playing rape, if just because she had never been raped and couldn't imagine it really ever happening. She couldn't think of a hard male cock she had ever turned down, no matter how it had been offered. And if-perchance-she ever did find one that she didn't want, she was an expert in karate, so she figured she could take care of herself.
Besides, playing at rape had to be better than the real thing (did all women really, down deep inside, want to get sexually attacked?), because, Marsha could let her fantasies run wild. Take now, for instance. The way Marsha was imagining it, it wasn't Larry Mapes who was out to rape her at all. It was some big, black Negro buck, escaped from a chain gang. He had come by the house, found her all alone. He had chased her, ripped off all of her clothing, and he had hoisted her naked body up toward the ceiling in this shed.
Now, that was a turn-on!
"What are you going to do to me?" Marsha asked, trying her best to feign the pitiful squeak of some ordinary housewife confronted with a sweaty black who seemed straight from the jungle.
"Well, lovely lady," Larry said, lost in his own little fantasy. He was the chief stud in a New Orleans whorehouse. He was always the one chosen to break in a new girl. "I've got a hard piece of cock right here in my pants that's just itching to get itself off in a throbbing mass of hot, buttery female goodness. I think you've got the qualifications needed to bring my hunk of solid manhood just the kind of satisfaction it's looking for."
"Oh, please, let me go!" Marsha said, thinking she sounded as scared as any woman would have sounded. She jiggled her ropes in a simulated effort to get free of them.
"Come on, honey," Larry said, walking so that he was standing in front of Marsha's strung body. (My God, she looked sexy, hanging there as naked as the day she was born!). He rubbed the swollen bulge his cock was making in his pants. "There isn't a broad around who doesn't go ape-shit when she gets poked by this monster cock of mine. And whether you know it or not, you're no goddamn exception."
"Cut me down! Cut me down!" Marsha pleaded, wondering if a real victim's cunt would have been getting all nice and juicy like Marsha's vagina was.
"Here, I want you just to take a look," Larry said; and, he began unzipping his pants.
"Noooooooo!" Marsha squealed, jiggling her ropes one more time. Her wrists burned slightly on the binding hemp. Her muscles stretched even further, exuding their own particular ache. But any pain Marsha was feeling was somehow just a supplement to the turn-on.
"Just take a look at this, baby," Larry said. He had successfully yanked out his blood-glutted erection. Its massive belly reared up like a cobra ready to strike. His cockhead flared out into a massive mushrooming atop his cock stalk.
"Ohhhhhh, that'll kill me!" Marsha said, imagining Larry's cock as a black Negro cock. She didn't have to imagine it as being huge; because, it already was that.
"This cock of mine has been up a lot of cunt, lady," Larry bragged. "And, it hasn't ripped one yet. Stretched them a good deal wider than they might have been used to stretching-yes; but, ripped-no way!"
"You're too big!" Marsha insisted, knowing that any normal woman would really have been frightened at the prospect of getting poked by Larry's monster. Actually, even though Marsha knew she could take it all-having taken it all before-she could almost ... ALMOST ... convince herself that Larry's cock was a sword capable of splitting her up her seams.
"Naw, I'm not too big, baby," Larry said; and, he fished his right hand into his trousers and scooped put his huge balls.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiii!" Marsha squealed, sucking in the smell of the marijuana bales she and Larry were guarding. She decided the smell was far more of a turn-on than plain old hay would have been.
Larry walked up closer to Marsha, facing her. The way Marsha was hanging, her cunt was almost perfectly aligned for Larry's sticking. In fact, when Larry pulled his cock downward to a position that was perpendicular to his belly, his cockhead came into direct contact with Marsha's pussy hair. The hair tickled Larry's sensitive cock crown.
"It's too big ... it's too big ... it's too big!" Marsha chanted, feeling her cunt juices drooling while Larry traced his leaking cock corona back and forth along the sticky slice of Marsha's pussy mouth.
"Come off of it, lady!" Larry said with a laugh. "The way you were putting up a fuss, you would think that this cunt of yours was virgin territory or something. And, you and I both know it isn't that, don't we?"
Larry's hips gave a sudden buck forward. Marsha's body swung back beneath the pressure, her pussy not coming open until gravity forced Marsha's cunt to swing back over Larry's cock.
Larry humped again; and, the head of his prick pushed deeper through the doors of Marsha's cunt, sticking there.
"Oooooooooh!" Marsha grunted; and, this time she wasn't faking anything. Because, Larry's cock was a big one. And, its pulpy cockhead could stretch even a cunt like Marsha's well-used one.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Larry asked. He curved his hands around Marsha's hips, his fingertips resting on the swells of Marsha's buttocks, his thumbs hooking Marsha's hipbones. "And, that's just the head of my prick. There's a hell of a lot more that is scheduled to come after."
"Oh, please, no!" Marsha groaned. "Have mercy ... have mercy ... have ... AAAAGGGHRRRRR!"
Larry had given Marsha what they both wanted. His hands had pulled Marsha's hanging body forward. Larry's pelvis had bucked forward. A good half of Larry's steel cock had followed his rubbery cockhead up Marsha's juicy pussy.
"Oh ... my ... fucking ... God!" Marsha squealed. There was no problem fantasizing Larry's cock as big Negro prick; because, there was no way a black cock-no matter how big-could have stuffed Marsha any more full than she already was. Was there?
"Nice, huh? Nice?" Larry asked. And, not waiting for a reply, he socked the rest of his prick into Marsha's cunt. His hair-covered scrotum came to a slapping impact between Marsha's legs.
And if Marsha thought she had been stuffed before, she suddenly knew that her previous stuffing had been nothing to what she was now suddenly forced to endure.
"Aaaagh ... aagghhhhhh ... agggghhhhhhh!" Marsha grunted, her eyes wide, her mouth moving much like a fish in a fishbowl.
"Yes ... baby ... yes," Larry said, grinding his pubic hair into Marsha's pubic hair. He was simultaneously luxuriating in the exquisite squeezing of Marsha's spasming pussy around the total length of Larry's solid prick.
Marsha's cuntal membranes oozed more lubricating oils that bubbled hotly, forming a wet-warm cocoon around Larry's cock. Slurpy sounds erupted from Marsha's cunt as Larry stirred his cock inside the cavern and then stirred again.
Then, quite suddenly, Larry's handolds on Martha's lower body went firmer, and Larry pulled back his own hips to yank his cock completely free of Marsha's body. Larry's cock came out with a resounding "plop," caused by the existing suction.
Marsha felt empty, completely empty. Larry's removal of his cock had been almost as if a vital part of Marsha's being had been suddenly snatched from inside of her.
Larry smiled, excited by Marsha's obvious surprise. Oh, but he had something better in store for Marsha than just an old-fashioned pussy screw!
"Don't worry, baby," Larry said. "I'm just pulled out for a minute. I'll be back up inside of you as soon as I can change holes."
Change holes? Change holes? What was he talking about?
"I've got this sudden craving for the feel of your asshole wrapped around my stiff meatiness," Larry said.
Marsha got a sudden thrilling of excitement at the idea of Larry's big cock plowing up her ass. Larry had fucked Marsha there before. And, it had been heaven! It would be that way again!
Still, Marsha also remembered the pain inherent in those other times. After all, her asshole was a lot smaller than her cunt. And, Larry's cock was a giant.
Larry must have known what Marsha was thinking; anyway, his next statement would have given indication of such.
"My cock got all juiced up while stuck full-depth up your cunt, honey," Larry said. "There's no lubricant like natural lubricant. Your rectum is going to slide open nice and easy: no problem, baby ... no problem at all."
And, it was a good thing, too; that Larry's cock was all glossy with juices! Marsha would have been really upset if Larry had announced he was going to attempt a dry fuck. There was no way-NO WAY-Marsha's rectum would have survived Larry's unlubricated cock ramming home.
Larry moved back behind Marsha, figuring he had better work fast, or else he would lose his advantage of a wet cock, due to evaporation. To replenish those juices already less liquid after exposure to the air, Larry milked his cock for some of his own pre-seminal leakage. He added those to his cock length and then moved quickly into an ass-fucking position.
"Ready, baby ... ready?" Larry asked. With his left hand, he opened the cheeks of Marsha's buttocks. With his right hand, he put his drooling cockhead on her puckered target.
"Easy, Larry, easy," Marsha pleaded, not even realizing that her previous fantasy of being fucked by big Negro cock had disappeared under the present reality. "You are big ... damn it! You know you are big!"
"It's coming in, baby," Larry informed her. He pushed his hips forward, working the head of his cock into the mouth of Marsha's pucker. He felt her anal ring rolling open. He felt the entrance of his cock head into her anus. Marsha's sphincter ring collapsed like a rubber band just below the flaring of Larry's cock corona.
"Slow ... Larry ... slow!" Marsha commanded, feeling pleasure, feeling pain. She was made a little afraid by her obvious helplessness. All the other times Larry had gone after her ass, she hadn't been bound. At any time during those other ass fucks, she could have pulled away from him, told him to bug off. But, she couldn't do that now, could she? Hell, no! He had her. He had her right where he wanted her. And, what's more, she had inadvertently let him get her here.
Larry's cock partially secured up Marsha's rectum, Larry put a hand to each of Marsha's hips. He then drove his thick meatiness hard and fast up Marsha's rectum. His juice-sopped stiffness streamlined up Marsha's bowel with a swiftness that caught the woman completely unaware. One second, only Larry's cock corona was enlodged. The next second, that same cock corona was sunk to tremendous depths up Marsha's rectum. And between that cock head and Larry's cock roots was a stiff log of hard male prick.
"Oooooooo!" Marsha moaned, finally finding her voice. Muscles all over her body were twitching. Her body was jerking like a fish out of water.
Larry, gritting his teeth with the pleasure and the pain, ground his hard belly into Marsha's ass cheeks. His pubic hair scratched Marsha's buns.
The sensations playing throughout Larry, due to the slide of his cock to its balls up Marsha's ass, had bordered on the excruciating. They made Larry only hot for more intense pleasures.
Holding firm to Marsha's hips, Larry began to pull his cock back out. He continued the withdrawal until only his cock head remained enlodged within Marsha's rectum. No sooner, though, was his cock jerked out to its tip, than Larry was pushing it back to its roots once again.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh, Jesus," Marsha mumbled as she endured the pleasure-pain of another thrust of cock up her behind. She groaned again, louder, when those initial thrusts were followed by yet another ... and then another ... and then another.
Larry could see the trembling of the muscles on Marsha's back. He could hear Marsha's groans. It was all adding up to more pleasure for Larry. And Larry's pleasure was suddenly all that was important to him.
Larry continued to fuck, carried away by the unexpected joy of the moment. His cock came out ... jabbed in. The inward drive sent Larry's contracting scrotum into a lewd slapping against Marsha's sweat-sheened ass. Larry's pubic hair squashed to a mating with the red hair that ran the crease of Marsha's ass.
Jesus, it was lovely!
Despite Larry's having suddenly been carried away with his fucking, Marsha soon found that her suffering was totally compensated for by her own swelling ecstasy. And if Larry was enjoying this fuck, then Marsha was enjoying it, too. Shit, joy was an understatement! Because, Marsha was suddenly flying high.
"Rape me!" Marsha bellowed, quite beside herself with the pleasure derived from the feel of Larry's long, hard cock inside of her. "Rape ... the ... fucking ... shit ... out ... of ... me!"
Marsha's begging acted as an audio aphrodisiac on Larry, making the man's hips really start fucking out of control.
Fuck, yes, Larry would rape Marsha's ass! He'd rape it! He'd screw it! He'd fuck it!
Larry ran his arms up around Marsha's breasts, his fingers finding Marsha's hard nipples and then pinching them ... hard. Marsha's paps only went more taut beneath Larry's manipulations.
"Oh ... stud ... fuuuuuuck me!" Marsha moaned, driven crazy by the way Larry's fingers were working her nipples.
Larry wasn't finished with his little surprises. While his right hand continued to twist and tweak the stiff nipple on Marsha's right breast, Larry's left hand dropped down Marsha's belly, closing in with a vengeance on Marsha's leaking cunt.
"Oh ... fucking ... stud ... bastard!" Marsha bleated, feeling Larry's fingers digging deep into her cunt. The resulting pleasure-pain sent sunbursts of ecstasy writhing throughout Marsha's body. "I'm cum-mming ... you ... big-cocked ... sonofabitch! I'm cummming ... I'm cummming ... I'm Jesus-ass ... CUMMMMMMINGAAAGGGHHREEEIIIII!"
Larry continued fucking. There was little else he could do. His body was operating with a will that was seemingly all its own. Animal instincts had taken complete control. And, these simpler drives now called out for only one thing: orgasm! Orgasm! ORGASM!
"AAAAGH ... AAAAGH ... TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" Larry bellowed, his cock blasting. Great soupy wads of wet-warm male cream were spewed up Marsha's rectum. Curtains of the stuff hung from her anus walls to flow around Larry's socking cock. And, still the gobs of cum kept coming ... kept shooting ... kept emptying ... through the pulsing lips of Larry's spraying penis.
And, the first evidence of the actual reality that both Marsha and Larry heard after their climaxing was over, Larry's cock going flaccid up Marsha's cream-strewn anus, was the voice of Cary Janner.
"If I were a narc, you dip-shits would now be done for!"
Surprised, Larry turned suddenly, his cock pulling free of Marsha's ass hole with an accompanying obscene noise. His cock drew with it a stream of spent cream which had been caught in the resulting suction.
"Jesus Christ!" Larry exclaimed. "You just scared the fucking pee out of me!"
"You ass holes are supposed to be guarding this stuff," Cary reminded, still wondering if what he had seen was really true. Was Marsha actually strung by a rope from the ceiling? Was Larry's cock actually going soft after having blasted up Marsha's ass? "You two were making so much noise, I could hear you a mile away."
"Is there trouble?" Larry asked, suddenly forgetting everything except the fact that Cary wasn't due back until Friday.
"We're moving the stuff tonight," Cary said, wondering how Marsha would react when he pulled his cock out and rammed it up her ass for sloppy seconds.
CHAPTER NINE
Roman couldn't believe it. It was simply too ridiculous to be true.
Christ, when was the last time he'd had a flat tire? When, for that matter, had anyone he knew had a flat tire? Roman couldn't remember. He actually thought that modern science had about eliminated such things, what with tubeless tires, steel-belted radials, etcetera, ad infinitum.
But, a flat tire it was! And, by the looks of the rubber, Roman had apparently hit something that had chewed up the tire first before spitting it back out.
So, what had he hit? A can? A bottle? A spike? God only knew; because, whatever it had been, it was now out of sight somewhere behind him. And, when you came right down to it, what in the hell difference did it make what had been the culprit? The damage was done.
But, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. And, the sooner he got it taken care of, the sooner he could be on his way.
Roman delivered a kick to the guilty tire which was now deflated to a point where the metal rim was almost touching the ground. Roman then headed for the trunk. Searching through his keys for the correct sone, he simultaneously checked his watch for the time.
Goddamn, but it was almost nine o'clock! And, it was already dark out here in the hinderland, and it would be getting darker as the sun dropped further and further beneath the horizon.
Roman estimated the time he had left to reach the cabin. He had passed through Denning Creek about an hour and a half ago. That meant it was still another hour and a half to the cabin. One and a half added to nine equalled ten-thirty. Plus another quarter of an hour to get the tire changed would come out around ten-forty-five. The plane wasn't scheduled in until two. That still gave Roman plenty of time.
He turned the key in the lock; and, the trunk lid popped open, revealing the interior. When Roman saw first were the two road flares. He decided there was little point in wasting the time to put them out. He had managed to steer his car well off onto the apron of the road. And, even if the car were sitting dead-center of the white line, it seemed highly un-likely there would have been much danger. This stretch of road wasn't traveled all that often, possibly because, even though it was paved, it somehow continued to be marked as a dirt road on most road maps. Even paved, it didn't seem to serve very little purpose other than allowing several people access to their cabins in the wilderness area. Roman had often suspected that some rich guy with a summer retreat somewhere in the neighborhood had somehow wielded a certain political pressure to get the road hard-topped. Because, the only other purpose the road served-that being the connecting of two major north-south highways-was done better by other roadways which were shorter and less curvy.
Even while Roman was consciously concerned with rehashing the dumb luck which had put him into this fucking mess, on this particular evening, his subconscious was registering the fact that the worst was yet to come. Because, while Roman hadn't yet mentally registered the fact, his eyes had scanned the trunk more than once and come up with no jack.
But, damn it, there had to be a jack!
Roman leaned further into the trunk, his hands quickly tossing to one side a blanket Roman thought for sure was hiding the illusive-and very necessary-piece of equipment.
No jack! Damn it, there was no jack!
"This is fucking-A ridiculous!" Roman commented to himself and to any woodland creature who was within hearing distance. "There is simply no way this could be happening to me."
Roman went back to the passenger seat of the car and took the flashlight out of the glove compartment. He came back to the trunk, again moving the blanket, again finding nothing. He moved the light methodically back and forth, covering every last segment of the trunk space. There was the spare tire: all nice and new and ready to go, smelling of rubber. There was the tire iron. There were a couple cans of oil. There was the blanket.
"So, where in the fuck is the jack?" Roman asked himself, thinking about all the standard jokes that revolved around people who talked to themselves.
Roman methodically conducted yet another search of the trunk area, this time running a hand along the outer limits, actually believing that the jack would suddenly be materializing.
He did have a jack, didn't he? Hell, every new car came complete with a jack, didn't it? And, this car was a new one, wasn't it? Six months old, as a matter-of-fact.
So, where was the goddamn jack? When had he seen it last? For that matter, had he ever seen it? Assuming it had been there, where was it now? Yet, if it had never been there, was it likely Roman would have missed it before now? Probably not. Because Roman had never had a flat tire in his life, and he would probably have paid little attention to the presence or absence of a jack in his trunk. There was always the AAA to call to take care of such bullshit, wasn't there?
"This is fucking ridiculous!" Roman stated aloud, feeling frustrated, feeling angry, feeling more than a little stupid.
Of all the fucking, goddamn times for something like this to happen, why in the hell did it have to be on this particular night of Roman's life?
Roman lowered the trunk lid with a bang. His mind quickly began contemplating his alternatives. He could get in the car and keep on driving. That would mean the same as driving on the wheel rim, since the rubber was as deflated as an unleaven pancake. Roman wouldn't get too far that way, and he would ruin the car in the process.
He could walk back to Denning Creek and see if he couldn't get someone to loan him their car. Roman didn't like that idea for a couple reasons. One, he saw no sense in calling specific attention to his presence in the area on this particular night; and, Denning Creek was a small enough burg so that anything soon became everyone's business. Also, since it was just as far to Denning Creek as it now was to the cabin, it would be faster just to walk to the cabin.
The time: nine-fifteen. Nine-fifteen from two a.m. equaled close to five hours. Could Roman walk close to seventy miles in five hours? The only way he saw that happening was if he chocked up five hours of four-minute miles. Fat chance of that!
Still, he had to do something. He was wasting time just standing around.
Roman headed off down the road, trying to remember if there were any telephones between where he was and Denning Creek, or where he was and the cabin. He couldn't remember a one. There weren't even any telephones in most of the area's other cabins, either. Those cabins that even had lights, like Roman's, usually were utilizing their own generators.
"Jesus!" Roman said, kicking a rock in his path, hoping that might somehow ease his frustration.
And, Roman found himself wondering what Cary, Larry, and Marsha would think if they arrived at the cabin and found it empty, without Roman there. Would they panic?
Christ, but Roman hoped one of the three had the sense to assume that Roman just might have had a flat tire en route to the rendezvous. At the same time, however, Roman realized that was probably just a little too much to hope for.
CHAPTER TEN
It wasn't a car. MaryAnn knew that for certain. She had been listening for the car for so many hours, she felt sure she would have recognized it immediately. No, it definitely wasn't a car. It was a plane, flying low over the trees.
MaryAnn threw back the blankets which were covering her and left the bed. She walked through the darkness to the window. She pulled the curtain to one side and looked out.
She first checked the driveway for the car, hoping against hope that it would be there. However, the driveway was empty.
So, where in the hell were Karla and Tony? They had left early that morning. Denning Creek was only three hours away. Even taking into account the two or three hours Tony might have had to spend in the doctor's office, one or both of them should have been back a long time ago.
But, then, maybe MaryAnn was worrying about nothing. Maybe the explanation was quite simple. The examination might have taken longer than expected. Karla and Tony might have decided to spend the night in Denning Creek. But, then, MaryAnn had brought up the latter possibility before Tony and Karla had left, hadn't she? And, Karla had assured her that they would be back at the cabin that evening. Still....
She heard the plane again before she saw it. She looked skyward and saw nothing but a pale sky and treetops. But, she kept looking, curious as to why it was so difficult to join the visual plane with its noise.
MaryAnn finally caught a glimpse of it just as it skimmed the trees on an obvious descent toward the lake surface. She heard the motor finally sputter and go out.
Someone had brought the plane in at night. And, they had done so with very few lights. MaryAnn suddenly realized that it was the absence of any lights on board the plane that had made it so difficult to locate it in the night sky.
For a quick instant, she thought maybe Karla and Tony were returning by plane. But, she quickly stifled that idea. It was more likely that someone else with a cabin in the area was flying in for a few days. Although, they had been a little crazy to land on the lake in the dead of night without a bit more visibility for procedure.
MaryAnn went back to the bed and laid down on it. She couldn't stay too concerned about the plane, when she was so occupied with her thoughts concerning the whereabouts of her sister.
Oh, hell, what was the point of worrying at all? Something had probably just come up. Maybe Tony's shoulder was just more serious than they all thought it was. Maybe there had been more tests. Maybe the doctor had been out, and Karla and Tony had had to wait for him to return. There were a thousand and one explanations. And, MaryAnn was a big girl. Just because her sister wasn't around didn't mean the end of the world, did it? As a matter-of-fact, MaryAnn should have been enjoying her moments of privacy. She had spent hours thinking how she was being oppressed by the degenerate behavior and presence of her sister and her sister's lover, hadn't she? Now they were both gone, and she was in a stew!
She pulled her blankets up around her neck to her chin and shut her eyes. Privacy was what she had wanted. Privacy was what she had gotten.
Relax and enjoy, MaryAnn. Just relax, and enjoy. Soon enough Karla and Tony would be back, performing all sorts of perverted acts out there in the woods; and, MaryAnn would be in a snit because she wasn't somewhere by herself.
She must have dozed finally; because, when she came to consciousness, she did so with a start, actually jerking all of the way to a sitting position. For just a brief moment, she was disoriented. Finally, she realized where she was. She then listened for whatever it was that had disturbed her. A car? The plane?
She had about decided she had simply had a non-remembered nightmare when she heard it. A sound. From downstairs. Outside the front door.
Someone or something was down there, trying to get in!
Calm. She told herself to be calm. She told herself that she was imagining things. It was nothing but a branch against the side of the house. Maybe just a porcupine, rubbing its quills against the porch railing.
See, the sound had stopped! Obviously, it was nothing: nothing at all. MaryAnn was just overly nervous. She was conjuring hobgoblins, where there was really nothing at all.
MaryAnn reached for her robe on the chair by the side of the bed. She slipped it on over her shoulders and crawled out from beneath her covers. She pulled the robe belt secure, closing the heavier material around her flannel nightgown.
"What an ass you are, MaryAnn!" MaryAnn said to herself, thinking that her voice sounded strange and hollow in the empty house. She walked confidently (anyway, as confidently as possible), to the bedroom door. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway beyond.
She stopped; she looked; she listened: three precautions she remembered having been drummed into her before she crossed any streets.
Was that another sound? Muted voices? No. It was just mere fabrication of her mind, wasn't it? Muted voices now, was it? MaryAnn told herself she would have to be careful, or she would soon be conjuring rapists at the door.
Rapists from where, for Christ's sake? There was no penal institute within miles. As a matter-of-fact, there was virtually nothing but wilderness all of the way to the Canadian border and then beyond.
MaryAnn went to the top of the stairs, stopping again. She listened again. She thought of turning on the lights, but she soon decided against that. Because if she turned on the lights, they would know she was inside.
They? God, she was suddenly thinking in the plural. Not one rapist any longer, mind you. More. How many more? Two? Three? Four? A whole gang of them?
Damn, she was being silly! No one was going to hurt her. Hell, there were people a little over a mile away. She had seen them land in the plane, hadn't she? Her screams would carry that far.
Screams? Damn, but she had to get off that macabre line of thought and start reasoning more realistically.
With a far greater bravura than she was really feeling, MaryAnn started down the stairs, mentally chastising herself when she was scared half out of her wits by the sound of a creaking step she had produced with her own body weight.
See, MaryAnn, nothing! Nothing at all! No spooks. No monsters. No vampires. Nothing. The downstairs was completely empty, except for what was supposed to be there. There was nothing more frightening than the glass-eyed bear head that was mounted over the fireplace.
She paused at the foot of the stairs, slowly forcing herself to cast aside the nonexistent spectres.
But just then, there was a loud noise against the front door; and the lock on the door broke, the door swinging in with a crashing reverberation that cracked the wood at its hinges.
MaryAnn screamed!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
This certainly wasn't the way this little vacation was supposed to go! First, MaryAnn had played at being the little Virgin Princess. And, now Tony was laid up with something Karla couldn't even pronounce but which ended up being a cracked (broken?) shoulder. And after a whole day of following Tony around the hospital in Tidesdale (the doctor at Denning Creek had insisted they drive the additional hundred miles to get to the more sophisticated equipment), Karla was driving back to the cabin-without Tony. Tony was done up in a cast that went from his waist to his neck, lying in a hospital bed and looking suitably apologetic.
Karla glanced down at the illuminated dials of the car clock. Jesus, but it was already past two o 'clock in the morning! By rights, Karla should have gotten a motel in Tidesdale and slept over. Driving this whole distance, after everything else that had happened today, was probably a bit silly.
However, Karla had been none too thrilled with the idea of staying in some sterile motel room without a man to keep her company. And while she remained wide awake, she had been a little too tired to go through the routine of cruising any of the local bars, looking for a stud for the evening.
Besides, MaryAnn was probably worried as hell. MaryAnn was a natural worrier. And, Karla had promised she would be back that same night. Of course, she had made that particular promise only because Tony had been adamant that whatever it was that was wrong with him was nothing too serious. Well, chock up one black mark against male intuition!
Karla did some mental computations. She was already past Denning Creek. Actually, she probably wasn't too far from the cabin. Another half an hour maybe, especially if she kept up her present rate of speed-which was a bit over the posted limit. However, Karla really wasn't worried about getting stopped. She couldn't imagine any highway patrolmen lying in wait in this stretch of deserted wilderness. Actually, Karla had seen no signs of life since Denny Creek-if one could call Denning Creek a sign of life. When she had zipped through there a little over two hours ago, the place had looked deserted, its sidewalks long rolled up for the evening. Even the doctor's house had been pitch black.
There had been that lone car awhile back, pulled over by the side of the road. Maybe a hunter off looking for game? Karla wondered if it was hunting season. Or, maybe the poor sucker had broken down out here in the middle of nowhere. Wasn't that a cheery thought? But if the latter was the case, Karla could hope for the best, since she had seen no hitchhikers between the empty car and Denning Creek. So, she could assume that the unlucky traveler-had he indeed been unlucky-had at least been picked up by someone and was probably back in Denning Creek, wondering how he was going to get himself and his car back to civilization in the morning.
Karla let her foot go heavier on the gas pedal. The darkness of the forest zipped past on either side of the road. As it did so, Karla was mentally running through the list of likely candidates to replace Tony for the time she had remaining. As much as Karla was fond of her sister (MaryAnn was, after all, the only sister Karla had), the idea of spending another week alone with MaryAnn was just a little more than Karla thought she could endure. If MaryAnn weren't so inhibited, the girls might have made due with a few days of girl-girl fun and games. But, Karla knew better than to even suggest anything so risque to MaryAnn. Karla thought her sister would go immediately into a fit of apoplexy if Karla even let hint that such an idea had ever crossed her mind.
"Incest!" Karla could just hear MaryAnn squeal.
Karla laughed at the thought. Oh, MaryAnn was such an innocent! She certainly didn't know what she was missing!
So, maybe Karla would call Tim Morrow and see what he was doing. If she remembered correctly, Tim wasn't quite up to the standards of Tony, but he would do in a pinch. He had a big cock, and....
"Oh, Christ...." Karla suddenly groaned, realizing that she was going to be hard-pressed to call anyone, since there was no phone at the cabin. Which meant there would have to be another six-hour drive (three hours to and three hours back), to Denning Creek, before Karla could bring in any substitute bed partners.
Why in the hell did Tony have to butch it up and break his goddamn shoulder! He had really fucked things up royally!
Karla checked the speedometer and eased up on the gas, deciding that she was possibly going just a bit too fast. Who knew, maybe some wild and woolly animal would come bounding out into the road from the forest at any minute, making Karla's car hit the damn thing broadside. And, wouldn't that be just what Karla needed: a wrecked car and a dead (or, more likely a dying-it would just be her luck to have the damn thing carry on its death throes for hours on end), deer, out here in the middle of nowhere.
Shudder! SHUDDER!
The road made a series of stiff curves en route up a medium mountainside, then leveled out for a short stretch. Around the next turn, the car lights illuminated a figure, Karla seeing the man. The guy was probably just as surprised to see her as she was seeing him, because he didn't even get completely turned around to get out his thumb before Karla had zipped on past him. Karla immediately put her foot on the brake, bringing the car to an inglorious, screeching, rubber-burning stop.
Wait a minute here, Karla! Wait just a fucking, goddamn minute! One just didn't go around picking up hitchhikers in this day and age, did one? A Good Samaritan could soon find her throat cut and lying in some gutter-or worse. And, out here in the wilds, it would take forever to find her body-if it was ever found.
Still, the poor sucker certainly needed some kind of assistance, didn't he? Jesus, but there was no one or nothing within miles.
Karla vaguely suspected that the guy might possibly belong to the deserted car she had passed earlier. And if that were the case, the man was certainly heading off in the wrong direction, wasn't he? And let's face it, Karla would certainly have appreciated a helping hand if she were stranded miles from anything.
Oh, hell, you had to take risks sometimes, didn't you? Only she wished Tony hadn't risked doing his fancy dive off the rocks into that pool!
Karla leaned over across the seat and. unlocked the door on the passenger side, simultaneously hearing the crunch of gravel outside as the man, panting somewhat from the sprint he had made to reach the parked car, came abreast of the automobile.
Karla felt a sudden surge of exciting anxiety as she heard the door click and come open.
"Thank God for the rescue!" Roman Crandale said, scooting into the car next to his flabbergasted niece.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Larry Mapes sat on the chair in MaryAnn's cabin bedroom, smiling at the young woman's cowering form.
Goddamn, but the innocent-looking vixen was a beauty! Larry got a hard cock and an ache in his balls just looking at her. Especially the way a part of her magnificently rounded breasts showed behind the rips made in her robe and nightie. One of her shapely young legs showed provocatively through the front opening of her robe, giving Larry an enticing glimpse of white thigh. God, if she would just turn more directly toward him, open wide her thighs, hike up her nightie, he would be able to get a good look at her little pussy and its blonde patch of fleecy pubic hair.
Larry could even get excited by the way MaryAnn's rumpled hair drooped down across her forehead.
Larry's penis pounded with a dull ache that oozed into the depths of his cum-filled balls.
Damn, but Larry would have liked to get his cock up her now, rammed in so deep inside of her that she was all aquiver. Larry could easily picture how she would thrash and buck beneath him. He could hear her begging for more, too.
Larry, though, remembered that the three of them had agreed that it was probably best to have a hands-off policy-at least for the moment. Larry personally thought MaryAnn's story was a crock of bullshit. There was just no way Roman Crandale was going to turn over his cabin to little Goldy Locks here, when Roman had ordered the marijuana shipment moved in. Oh, he might have used the girl as kind of a cover; but, if that had been the case, Roman would have certainly clued MaryAnn in first. It had been obvious to everyone, after just the initial questioning, that MaryAnn didn't know crackers about the shipment waiting down in the plane.
So, where in the hell was Roman Crandale? It wasn't like Roman to not be where he had said he would be. Larry had dealt with Roman before, and there had never been any problems. And, this was the biggest deal yet, so....
"Where is your uncle, sweetheart?" Larry asked. The way he figured it, MaryAnn was just a babe who had happened along, found a deserted cabin, and had decided to take up housekeeping. There were plenty of broads out on the road, thumbing on the highways, divvying out their cunts for the price of a ride.
"I don't know where he is," MaryAnn answered. She didn't like the way Larry was looking at her. Larry was actually licking his chops like a goddamn animal. His lecherous gaze moved over her body like a creepy, crawly, living thing.
Who were these people? What did they want?
MaryAnn saw with disgust the huge bulge at Larry's trouser crotch. She turned away in humiliated revulsion.
"Your uncle was supposed to be here, honey," Larry said. "Just where do you suppose he is?"
"I don't know ... I don't know!" MaryAnn moaned, wishing she didn't sound as frightened as she really was.
MaryAnn wasn't sure she believed the story fabricated by these freaks. They were hardly the type of people her uncle would be associated with! But, how did she know that? She didn't know anything about Roman Crandale, did she? Karla was the one who knew so much about Roman. Where, by the way, was Karla? On the one hand, MaryAnn was glad that Karla wasn't there. MaryAnn having to undergo this wretched humiliation was quite enough without adding Karla to the bargain. On the other hand, there was some truth about misery loving company.
"And, please don't stare at me-like that!" MaryAnn said, finding Larry's lecherous leer unbearable.
"Stare at you-like what?" Larry asked innocently. He licked his thick lips suggestively.
A cry of utter despair escaped MaryAnn's tightly pursed lips. "What ... do you ... want?" her voice emerged shrill and strained. "What ... do ... you ... want?"
Goddamn it, Larry didn't care what the others said, this broad was just too juicy a morsel to pass up.
Larry got to his feet and crossed the room to the bed. He reached out for MaryAnn, grabbing her by her shoulders. His blunt nails dug cruelly into MaryAnn's soft, tender flesh. He gave her a good shaking.
MaryAnn squirmed and writhed, trying to escape Larry's repulsive grip; however, the only thing she succeeded in doing was making her robe slip even further open, revealing more of her tattered nightgown. The three intruders had ripped so much of MaryAnn's covering material during their initial attempts to restrain her, that MaryAnn had thought they were going to strip her naked.
"Oh, you bastard!" MaryAnn squealed. She was panting for breath, still trying to beat Larry off. Larry's hands had gotten freer, working into MaryAnn's robe.
OHHHHHH, THE WRETCHED FEEL OF HIS PA WING HANDS ON HER BODY!
"What are you so excited about, baby?" Larry asked, finally pulling back. "You trying to tell me you don't really want what I've got here for you in my pants?"
"YOU'RE AN ANIMAL!" MaryAnn shouted, trying her best to get her robe back around her. "YOU'RE A DAMN ANIMAL!"
"You like an animal, don't you?" Larry asked and smiled. It was his experience that the girls who protested the most were usually the ones who were really the most anxious to have at his cock. Yea, this little Miss sure as hell wasn't fooling him. As delectably young and innocent as she pretended, MaryAnn-the way Larry had it figured-had been away from momma and daddy long enough to know what she had to do to pay her way in the world.
"Get out!" MaryAnn squealed. "You're despicable!"
"You know, baby, it might be to your advantage to be good to Larry here. You know? Because you're in a heap of big trouble; and, you're going to need all the friends you can get. You do know what Marsha and Cary want to do with you, don't you?"
MaryAnn's eyes went wide with horror. No, she didn't know what the other two wanted to do with her. Nor was she really all that sure that she wanted to hear.
Larry pointed at MaryAnn with his right index finger and then drew that finger slowly across his throat.
MaryAnn gave a long, low, exhalation of breath. "Yep!" Larry confirmed with a wide smile. "You guessed it."
"But, that's crazy!" MaryAnn said, thinking Larry HAD to be trying to scare her. "Why would they want to kill me?"
"You can identify us, honey," Larry said.
"Identify you to whom?"
"To the police, honey. To the narcs."
"Narcs?"
The way she said it led Larry to suspect that MaryAnn was really trying to pull his leg. Christ, everyone knew what a narc-a narcotic agent-was. Hell, anyone who watched television knew that much. Who in the hell was this little-Miss-Innocent trying to fool?
"Honey, where's your uncle?" Larry asked again. "That is if Roman Crandale even is your uncle."
"Why would I lie?" MaryAnn asked, her mind flashing with the image of how Larry had made the cut-throat motion a minute before.
"Honey, that's what we'd all like to know. Because, we all are very, very nervous about finding you here instead of Roman. Honey, I don't think you know just how worried we all really are."
"But, I don't know anything!" MaryAnn insisted.
"Says you," Larry answered. "And, I sure as hell don't trust you in the least."
"Look," MaryAnn said, feeling really frightened, so frightened that she was suddenly desperate, "you let me go, and I'll do anything you want. You know? Anything!"
"Honey, the way I got it figured, you're going to do anything I want, whether I let you go or not. Understand?"
Larry's hand shot out, seizing MaryAnn's robe and part of her flannel nightie. With one swift motion, he ripped the robe and the nightie alike. The creamy flesh of MaryAnn's breasts came spilling out through the breach.
Larry gave another pull that sent more flannel to ripping en route to MaryAnn's crotch.
"No, please!" MaryAnn moaned, as she felt Larry pulling off her robe and hurting her shoulders in the process. "Pleeeeeeeez!"
MaryAnn's robe came off. Larry gobbled the material into a ball and tossed it to a far corner. MaryAnn's arms immediately had crossed over her breasts, trying unsuccessfully to hide what ripped flannel and removed robe had revealed.
Larry stepped back and smiled. He was really turned on by this broad's lily-pure act. He really was. It was almost as exciting as the other end of the pole-where there were people like Marsha baiting him for sex. Marsha now was the woman-of-the-world type: the knowledgeable whore who had been through it all; the tie-me-up-and-do-anything-you-want-to-me-and-ril-thank-you-in-the-morning broad. But, MaryAnn was a turn-on, too. Hell, the way she was acting, you would have thought she was still a virgin.
"Look, honey, I've got a real treat in store for you," Larry said, beginning his struggle out of his pants. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, easing his pants and cotton underpants down over his hips. His huge, bone-hard prick sprung free, stiff as a pole, its rubbery swollen head oozing drops of lubricating oil.
MaryAnn gasped in terror. Good God, his cock was huge! She hadn't seen anything to compare with it, except maybe Tony Quantos' cock which MaryAnn had seen when Tony had been stripped naked at the swimming hole.
Larry followed MaryAnn's glance down to his cock. MaryAnn was looking at his cock as if she had never seen a cock before in her life. She was one damned little actress! But, then, her surprise wasn't all that unusual, was it? Plenty of broads, who had been fucked by a hundred different cocks, had gone all wide-eyed upon seeing what Larry had to offer them.
"See, honey," Larry said, dropping his right hand to his cock and aiming its pulpy head in MaryAnn's direction. "Here you've got eleven inches to give you pleasure. And, I'm going to do you one hell of a big favor and let you have it all."
MaryAnn's mouth came open; but, she couldn't seem to get out any sound except for a low croak. The young woman stiffened as Larry walked his cock closer to her. MaryAnn shirked away from the man and his monster meatiness.
I'll do anything ... ANYTHING ... if you'll just let me go," MaryAnn pleaded. "Oh, God, please don't rape me!"
"You know this virgin act of yours is really getting me excited," Larry said. "So, if you want to keep up with it, you go right ahead. Because, in the end, it isn't going to change anything. Not ... one ... damn ... thing."
Larry put a hand to each of MaryAnn's shoulders, his fingers digging deeply into the creamy whiteness. With a forceful shove, he pushed MaryAnn back on the bed, and he lowered his body right down on top of her fallen form. His eyes were dilated with lust, his mouth twisted in a lustful grin.
"Ohhhhhhh!" MaryAnn groaned, feeling his oppressive weight nailing her to the mattress. She gave yet another groan, this one trailing off to a shrill squeal that relayed the hopelessness of her situation. And, MaryAnn did feel hopeless. Her eyes filled with tears that flowed down and over her cheeks.
Larry bent his head to MaryAnn's, his lips anchoring wetly over the girl's closed mouth. He forced his tongue between MaryAnn's feebly resisting lips.
MaryAnn continued her struggles to be free, knowing that if she didn't struggle this pervert would take her while she docilely accepted her fate. Well, damn it, scared out of her wits or not, MaryAnn wasn't going to let this bastard plow her virgin cunt without a battle! If she hadn't given her cherry pussy to any guys at school-guys a damned more attractive than this freak was-then, by Christ, she wasn't about to offer up on a silver platter her most precious possession to this shit!
But MaryAnn's struggling did little more than excite Larry's passions to even greater intensity. Larry liked his women to put up a fight-even when he knew they were just faking it. MaryAnn now, as far as Larry was concerned, put up a better fake battle than most. But in spite of her fighting, in spite of her tears (Larry especially liked that added touch), in spite of all MaryAnn's squeals of protest, Larry knew that MaryAnn was really just dying to know the feel of his stiff prick rammed to his balls up her clutching pussy.
Finally the last of MaryAnn's strength seemed to drain away. She was forced to submit weakly. She was forced to lie there, sobbing softly, while Larry's hands roamed at will over MaryAnn's vulnerable body.
Larry stroked her neck, her throat, the soft and naked flesh showing through the torn flannel of MaryAnn's night shift.
Larry became frustrated by those few strips of flannel that still clung to MaryAnn's body. In a final effort to dispense with them completely, Larry took two large handf uls of the material and yanked. A fissure in the nightgown opened up that completed the rip all of the way down through the hem. Larry then peeled back the two edges of the tear like a hungry man peeling open the skin of a banana.
MaryAnn's large breasts, which were now exposed, except for her hands which tried valiantly to protect them, were the object of Larry's latest lecherous gaze. Larry soon had MaryAnn's hands pulled aside and pinned down beside the girl's flanks.
Larry's hot and hungry lips ran down the length of MaryAnn's cleavage. He licked back up over the lower swell of her left breast, his teeth savagely fastening on the small bud of MaryAnn's nipple.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiii!" MaryAnn squealed in pain. She began a feeble struggle again, her naked flesh writhing helplessly against Larry's brawn.
"Yea ... keep on struggling, honey," Larry told her. "It makes it good. It makes it real good."
What Larry figured he had here was one of those broads who never got her jollies off UNLESS she halfway convinced even herself that she was getting raped. Larry didn't know just what there was about rape that could get some women just as turned on as the men who were doing it.
"Please, stop! Please, stop!" MaryAnn moaned, unable to suppress an accompanying sob. "Oh, please, don't do this! Please!"
"Don't bullshit me, baby," Larry answered, his voice gone gravelly with his spiraling lust. "You know you want to be raped, don't you? Want my big prick shoved to its cum-bulged nuts up your pussy. Don't you? Don't you?"
Larry bent his head again. This time his thick lips roamed moistly over the total snowy whiteness of both heaving breasts. He teased MaryAnn's hips. His palms suddenly cupped the twin half moons of MaryAnn's deliciously rounded buttocks.
Larry's touch was doing strange things to MaryAnn's body. MaryAnn was experiencing a certain type of inexplicable pleasure that swelled despite all of MaryAnn's conscious efforts to control it.
JESUS, GOD, SHE WAS BEING RAPED! HOW COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE ANY PLEASURE!
MaryAnn made no effort to stop Larry's hand as it sought out the thin, softly curling strands of pubic hair on MaryAnn's lower belly. Did MaryAnn know that any attempts to stop Larry's wanton caresses would be of no use whatsoever? Or, was she somehow obliging a decidedly perverted need somewhere inside of her that continued to thrill with the very obsceneness of the liberties this filthy animal was taking with her person?
Larry's fingers roamed deliciously into the narrow slice of MaryAnn's pussy. His search teasingly went into the warmth of that crack between MaryAnn's creamy thighs....
"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" ... finding MaryAnn's budded clitoris.... "Eeeeee ... ohhhhhh ... eeeeiiiiiiii!" ... stroking it, massaging it, coaxing it into an even more powerful erection.
Larry suddenly slipped his fingers out of MaryAnn's cunt, coming to a kneeling position between MaryAnn's open legs.
"Liked that, didn't you, honey?" Larry asked, knowing that no matter what MaryAnn answered, Larry knew the real answer. Oh, yes, he knew! He'd had enough broads in his time to know the ones who were really turned on by these little precoital sex games.
MaryAnn, though, was so beset by the reality of her pervertedly hopeless situation, that she didn't answer anything. She kept thinking of how Karla would somehow miraculously be soon appearing on the scene, rescuing MaryAnn from these degenerates' clutches. And, wasn't that a nice bit of wishful thinking? Because, how was one more woman going to be of any help when-somewhere-there was another man and another woman ready to take Karla on and subdue her?
Roughly, Larry pulled MaryAnn's thighs even wider apart. He hunched his head toward the vee formed by the meeting of MaryAnn's creamy thighs.
And MaryAnn, somehow divining what perversion this freak was now preparing to perform, let out a squealing cry of protest. She thrashed out. She flailed her arms and continued to do so until complete exhaustion again overtook her.
Larry held MaryAnn under control, well aware of the advantage his superior strength gave him. He held his head poised within inches of MaryAnn's gyrating loins, his breath hot enough to warm the flesh down beneath the blowing wisps of curly pubic hair.
When MaryAnn laid back at last, limp and unresisting, Larry licked his lips: his tongue brushing through MaryAnn's blonde pubic thatch.
Larry's fingers dropped down to MaryAnn's cunt, playing with her hair-fringed pussy lips, making the cunt opening move, go oval, yawn. Larry watched as his ministrations caused MaryAnn's cunt to drool a wet-warm mess of clear lubricant that beaded within MaryAnn's pubic bush.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" MaryAnn moaned in shame as Larry's fingers once again pried her pussy open so far as to expose the pink-raw interior that glistened beyond the doorway.
"Baby, that does look good," Larry said, punctuating with an appreciative grunt. He then dropped his head the rest of the way down, his lips going leech-like to the open crack of MaryAnn's spread crotch.
"OH, DEAR GOD!" MaryAnn grunted loudly, as strange sensations careened throughout her body.
WHAT WAS THIS PERVERTED BASTARD DOING: OH, JESUS; IT WAS SICK! SICK! SICK!
And, MaryAnn's mind was flashing with the sight of how it had been when Tony had been kneeling before Karla, his tongue buried up Karla's hairy cunt.
Larry's tongue flicked out, dragging wet taste buds along the pouted lips of MaryAnn's cunt to taste of her delicious female juices. Then, rolling his tongue, Larry darted it lizard-like into the throbbing pussy cavern.
"Ohhhhhh, God ... ohhhhhhh ... nooooooo ... damn ... dear, God ... help ... Christ ... HELP!" MaryAnn cried out, as lewd, deliciously obscene sensations joined others already racing through her. Her body was suddenly tingling with a mad, all-consuming passion that MaryAnn was at a complete loss to explain. In fact, the continued prescence of any passion whatsoever made MaryAnn guilty in the extreme. She had to keep reminding herself over and over again that there could be no pleasure in rape.
Anyway, there SHOULD HAVE BEEN no pleasure in rape. What normal woman could actually find any enjoyment in this ultimate degradation?
Was MaryAnn, then, only imagining the pleasure? If so, even the imagining was a slap in the face to all that decent women everywhere stood for.
Still, helpless to control herself, MaryAnn felt more primitive control centers than her brain moving to jerk her legs open even wider.
Larry ran his tongue up and down along the thin virgin furrow, not yet realizing that the juices he was sampling had been tasted by no other man before him. Larry only knew that what he was eating was good-damn good!-possibly the best goddamn pussy he had ever gone down on.
Larry's tongue probed, explored, located the tiny bud of MaryAnn's clitoris. Larry's tongue took up where his fingers had so recently left off. With an experienced curving lick of his tongue, Larry orally caressed MaryAnn's quivering little erection.
"Ooooooeeeeeeiiiiii!" MaryAnn groaned, agonizing still in the existing pleasure. She was convinced that a strong denial of the ecstasy would make the elements of enjoyment cease. She was mortified that she apparently didn't have the strength of character necessary to destroy each and every seed of pleasure that had somehow-certainly against her will-taken root inside of her.
Larry's mouth pressed in closer, suctioning ovar the hardened flesh of MaryAnn's clitoris that was straining against his flicking tongue.
Larry was breathing hard with his own passion. His grunts of hot air were but further stimulation to the clitoris which throbbed with a heartbeat all its own.
MaryAnn arched upward on the bed. Somehow, somewhere, she had gotten a sudden burst of energy that she hoped would miraculously free her from this monster whose lips were suctioned to her cunt. But, like all the other times, MaryAnn too quickly was forced into the admission that all was lost. What more could she do than slump back once again to the bed, while Larry continued his maddening licks of MaryAnn's juicy, hair-fringed cunt.
Larry's tongue kept right on slithering in and out of MaryAnn's cunt, round and round MaryAnn's clitoris. His saliva mingled with MaryAnn's leaked juices; the total mess drenching the young woman's tongue-violated pussy.
Suddenly, Larry hooked his arms down beneath MaryAnn's legs and lifted. As MaryAnn's knees came up and back, Larry's tongue was licking downward along the girl's cunt and all of the way into the crease of her ass.
"Ohhhhh!" MaryAnn groaned once again, shuddering with the knowledge that this man's tongue had been places and done things to her that were abominable beyond description. How would she ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again and not recall this obscenity?
And in that forest glen, beside the stream, Tony Quantos, on his knees before Karla, had buried his tongue to its roots up Karla's cunt. And Karla-MARYANN'S OWN SISTER-had begged Tony to eat her ... eat her ... eat her!
Well, by God, MaryAnn refused to succumb to the forbidden temptations that were enticing her to lose hold of her respect and dignity! MaryAnn simply refused to sink to the perverted depths visited by her sister, by Tony Quantos, and by this degenerate who was now....
"AAAAAGGGRRREEEIIIOOOAAAHH!"
MaryAnn sounded, actually unable to believe that such a guttural and animalistic bellow had somehow forced its way from between her own lips.
Larry finally pulled his face away from MaryAnn's cuntal vee, scooting so that MaryAnn's legs rode higher on his elevating shoulders.
"Hot bitch ... hot bitch ... hot bitch," Larry chanted. "Aching for it, aren't you doll? Just aching for it, aren't you?"
"Nooooooooooo!" MaryAnn squealed, refusing to give an inch. She was so caught up in her mental struggle to resist that she wasn't yet fully aware that Larry was no longer concerned with giving MaryAnn pleasure with his tongue.
Larry, in fact, now had in mind to feed MaryAnn's pussy something far more substantial than wet-warm tongue. With a triumphal gleam in his passion-dilated eyes, he fisted his slimy cock with his right hand and, kneeling up between MaryAnn's lewdly splayed thighs, he guided his cock head right to the spit-drenched crease that halved the sexual vee between MaryAnn's legs.
The contact of pulpy cock head against a pussy mouth which had never before felt male cock affected MaryAnn in a way she could never have thought possible. It was almost as if someone had touched a live wire to MaryAnn's sensitive cunt lips. The young woman's whole body went stiff. She was convulsed with such shivers that her teeth actually clattered together.
"Yea, you're ready, honey," Larry said, increasing his own pleasure by temporarily delaying for a few seconds longer the insertion of his cock into the juicy depths of MaryAnn's cunt. He ran his cock head back and forth ... up and down ... along the slice of MaryAnn's virginal cleft. His leaking pre-seminal juices mingled with his spit and with MaryAnn's natural lubricant. MaryAnn's hair-fringed cunt mouth looked as if it were slicked with lip gloss.
COCK! MY GOD, THE PERVERT ACTUALLY HAD HIS COCK ... ON ... HER ... PUSSY!
"No ... NO ... NOOOOO!" MaryAnn wailed, her hips rocking to keep Larry's prick out of alignment. She couldn't allow this to happen! God couldn't allow this to happen! Somehow she or God would find a way to stop it! Somewhere...."Ughhhhhh!"
HE'D STARTED! OH, GOD, HE'D STARTED! HE HAD ACTUALLY FORCED HER CUNT LIPS OPEN AND HAD FORCED SOMETHING KNOB-LIKE (OH, JESUS!), IN THROUGH THE STRETCHED DOORWAY!
Larry was surprised by just how tight MaryAnn's cunt was. Granted, he had known some tight-pussied women in his time, but this broad came about as close to being the fabled virgin chamber as Larry had found in one hell of a long time. MaryAnn's pussy lips were more like the jaws of a vise. Larry had a sudden spasm of pleasure-pain caused by an exceptionally forceful contraction of MaryAnn's cuntal mouth around Larry's inserted cock head. The squeezing was so intense that Larry had sudden visions of his cock corona actually being decapitated from his thick, cock neck.
"Ohhhhh, baby," Larry grunted, gritting his teeth, wondering if he was actually going to be able to get all of his cock into this woman's narrow crack.
Yet, even then, Larry didn't know that he was about to fuck virgin cunt.
There was just no way he could have imagined finding a virgin in Roman Crandale's cabin. Even if MaryAnn were Roman's niece-which Larry never for a moment believed-he still wouldn't have believed her virgin. Larry, unfortunately (or, possibly fortunately) for MaryAnn, had simply never had that much contact with unpromiscuous girls and women to recognize a complete innocent when he saw one.
"Oh ... you ... are ... TOO BIG!" MaryAnn grunted as Larry tried unsuccessfully to plug more of his thick cock up MaryAnn's cunt.
"Come on, baby, relax," Larry said. His hands had gone claw-like on MaryAnn's ass cheeks, trying to pull her cunt up around his cock while simultaneously trying to drive his prick to the pinkish inner depths of MaryAnn's vagina.
Larry's fat cock head, though, was temporarily stuck right where it was. Despite the profuse lubrication, all of Larry's persistence did nothing-at least for the moment-but make his stiff cock bow painfully, forcing an arch between his cock roots and his cock head.
"Damn it, relax!" Larry commanded, getting angry that MaryAnn wasn't being cooperative. Goddamn, there was a time for a broad to play her silly games; and there was a time for her to get down to the business at hand. Larry, after all, had done his part, hadn't he? Sure as hell he had! He'd not just hopped on her like some novice. He had teased her along, given her a real workout with his fingers and with his tongue. And, now it was time, goddamn it, for MaryAnn to show a little appreciation for his efforts. Because, Larry certainly hadn't needed to play fair. He could have just jumped on and shoved in before MaryAnn's cunt had been prepared to take him.
"Come on, damn it!" Larry said, pressing his hips down even harder. He was firmly convinced that the only thing that was keeping him from a successful insertion was MaryAnn's sadistic desire to keep him out. "Fair is fair, baby. Goddamn it, fair is fair."
Unknown to Larry, MaryAnn-at that particular moment-would have been more than willing to have all of Larry's cock rammed inside of her if ... IF ... that would somehow have eliminated the pain MaryAnn was then feeling as a result of Larry's brutal attempts to force entrance. For the moment, all aspects of pleasure were completely gone; and MaryAnn was no longer wondering how she could be experiencing any ecstasy-BECAUSE THERE WAS NONE!
"Ohhhhh ... you're too big! Too big! Too big!" MaryAnn groaned. Her whole lower body was in flaming agony. Her cunt ached all of the way through to her ass hole. Her muscles twitched up and down along the length of her thighs. She reached her hands up around Larry's back. Without thinking, she dug her fingers in-hard and deep.
"Aaagghhh, you bitch!" Larry growled. But, he so needed his cock buried up MaryAnn's cunt that he still continued to put it there, despite his pain.
Larry bucked his hips; MaryAnn rocked her hips. As a result, Larry's cock went not in but-quite the opposite-popped out.
"You goddamn, unappreciative bitch!" Larry said. He slapped away MaryAnn's clawing hands; and he further vented his fury by delivering a backhand across MaryAnn's face. There was a resulting loud smack of flesh colliding with flesh.
"Ugh!" MaryAnn grunted. The blow to her face had hurt, but it hurt nothing like the pain she had been experiencing with Larry's rigid stiffness brutally trying for entrance up her cunt.
But, MaryAnn's relief-such as it was-was only temporary. Because, Larry had no intentions of letting this bitch get the best of him. He was more determined now than ever to get his total prick buried to its roots up the clutching maw of MaryAnn's pussy.
Larry hit MaryAnn again-just for good measure. He wanted to discourage her from using those damned claws of hers. He didn't mind a little pain; but, sweet Jesus, she had been taking after him with a holy vengeance. He bet she had really left him with welts. His skin was still burning where she had scratched him.
Larry used his hands to roughly splay MaryAnn's thighs to their limits. He then fisted his cock and leaned to put its pulpy head right back to the crack slicing the vee between MaryAnn's creamy thighs.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... no ... NO!" MaryAnn groaned, by now familiar enough with the feel of cock head on her cunt to easily recognize it.
MaryAnn tried to clamp her legs shut, but she couldn't: Larry's body being in the way.
"Relax, bitch, or I'll rip you!" Larry threatened. By God, he was through playing games. "I'll rip that cunt of yours from stem to stern and keep on fucking until the pit is big enough to take an elephant."
With a powerful thrust, Larry flicked his hips forward. His cock head penetrated into MaryAnn's cunt as far as her hymen. The membrane stretched but didn't tear.
MaryAnn felt as if Larry's huge and fleshy shaft had done what Larry had promised: split her cunt along its seams. She had pain to the very center of her being. From that center of torment, located deep down in her lower cunt, great waves of agony shuddered into the rest of her body. One final time, she put up a vain attempt to save herself from this ultimate humiliation.
But Larry-this time-wasn't about to be denied. He was going to succeed or break his cock in trying. Larry's hips came slamming forward. His cock bent, bent more, continued to bend until it had almost folded back on itself, like a snake swallowing its own tail. Then, quite suddenly, the cock went straight, its head spearing deep into MaryAnn's hymen and ripping through it. Where it had taken Larry long minutes to get just as far as MaryAnn's hymen, he had achieved the rest of the trip in mere seconds. Just suddenly, after all of the effort, Larry was home free. Yes, by God, he was shoved in to his cum-bulged nuts. His pubic hair was mingling with MaryAnn's.
"Oh, sweet, sweet, Jesus!" Larry moaned as soon as his surprise had lowered to the point where he could once again find his voice. MaryAnn's cunt was so tight, Larry felt as if his cock had been squeezed to half its circumference and twice its original length.
MaryAnn was emitting undecipherable sounds: animalistic grunts, guttural groans. She was feeling filled like she had never felt filled before. Larry's stiff cock seemed to occupy every last part of her insides, pressing out against the soft, ridged flesh of her pussy.
Larry, leaving his cock in deep, raised his upper body, staring triumphantly down into MaryAnn's flushed face. MaryAnn wasn't looking at him though. Her eyes were shut. Her lips trembled as she tried desperately to stifle her sobs.
Larry partially withdrew to the accompaniment of a long wail of pain that exited from MaryAnn's throat. Larry then fucked deep into MaryAnn's cunt once more. Larry came out again, pausing where Mary-Ann's pussy lips reached that part halfway between Larry's cock head and his cock balls.
"Love it, don't you, baby?" Larry asked. He didn't yet realize that part of the juices then bubbling around his cock inside of MaryAnn's cunt was the girl's virginal blood.
When MaryAnn didn't answer, Larry asked the question yet a second time. His somewhat brutal tone left no doubt that he expected an answer-in the affirmative.
"Y-yes ... y-yes," MaryAnn somehow managed. She would have said ANYTHING at that point to end her horror, end her pain.
"Yes, what, baby?" Larry asked, waiting to hear MaryAnn admit what he had known all along. "Like it, don't you? You're just one of those broads who like it a little rough. Getting it rough makes it better, doesn't it?"
"No ... o ... o!" MaryAnn groaned.
"No?" Larry asked; and, there was a hint of displeasure in his voice that told MaryAnn that it was time they both started playing the game his way; although, Larry actually didn't think they were game-playing at all any longer. What he wanted to hear from MaryAnn was the truth-as Larry saw it.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh, Jesus," MaryAnn mumbled, relieved to realize that the pain had reached its zenith and was somehow (was it all in her mind?) beginning to wane.
"You want all of my cock, don't you, baby?" Larry asked. "Come on and admit it."
"Y-yes. Yes. Jesus, yes!" MaryAnn said, wondering at how the agony was diminishing. She had actually been more comfortable with the pain than she was with its passing. Pain, after all, was something she should have been experiencing during her rape. Pain, therefore, was something MaryAnn could comprehend, where she couldn't possibly comprehend pleasure-even in small amounts-under these grotesque circumstances.
"Yes, sure you want it," Larry affirmed. "Sure, you do. And what's more, big-cock Larry here is going to give it to you."
Larry's cock slid once more into its balls. His scrotum slapped obscenely against MaryAnn's upturned buttocks.
"Ohhhhhh!" MaryAnn sighed helplessly as Larry's cock stirred its stiff hulk up her vagina, leaving a gushing of oily pre-seminal juices to soothe her tattered and bruised cuntal walls.
"Oh, baby, you're tight ... you're tight ... you're tight," Larry grunted, mentally telling himself that he was scheduled for an early eruption if he couldn't find someway to mentally counteract the physical snugness MaryAnn's pussy was exerting against the outside of Larry's bone-hard penis tube.
Goddamn if the girl hadn't managed to keep her cunt muscles in tip-top shape! Getting jabbed inside of her was more than worth the sizable effort it had taken Larry to get there.
Larry pulled his cock to its head again, feeling the delicious masturbatory drag of his loose outer cock flesh gliding over his solid inner cock core.
"Tell me again how badly you want my prick, baby," Larry said, holding his cock so that just its fat and bulbous head was being gummed by MaryAnn's pussy jaws.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh!" MaryAnn moaned in reply, her head lolling to one side in complete and abject humiliation. Tears continued to stream down her face. She could taste their saltiness mingling with the saltiness of her blood which came from the place where she had inadvertently bitten her lower lip during some phase of her torment.
"Come on, honey," Larry insisted. "I want you to tell me once again! I want to hear you say it. 'Larry, stud, I want your big fat cock! Come on, stud, I want it!' "
"Y-yes. Yes, Larry. I d-do! I do!" MaryAnn hurriedly obliged, knowing that she would only be making things infinitely worse for herself by rebelling at this stage of the game. Larry's cock was so much of a weapon inside of her that God-only-knew the amount of real damage it could do to MaryAnn's already ravaged pussy if Larry turned his mind to it.
And MaryAnn did have to admit that, at least so far-in spite of her pain-she thought Larry had probably wreaked very little physical damage except for the shredding of her hymen.
"Ask for it, baby!" Larry commanded. "Ask for my cock!"
"Give it to me, Larry," MaryAnn groaned, once again aware of the steady ebbing of the agony inside of her-as well as the rising of the pleasure.
Where in the hell was the agony going? What in the hell was happening inside of her? What perverse part of her being allowed her to experience anything-ANYTHING-but unmitigated agony and disgust over this vile raping of her body?
"Say 'Fuck me! Fuck me deep with your man-cock.' And, goddamn it, quit playing games and sound like you mean it for a change. Because you and I both know that Larry's hard cock here is just the medicine the dear doctor had ordered for little you."
"Please fuck me," MaryAnn moaned. Why make it any harder on herself? Now that the horror of it all had come this far, why not pretend if that's what this perverted bastard was demanding of her?
"Sure, honey," Larry said, his mouth twisting into a satisfied smirk. "Larry is going to fuck you, all right. He's going to fuck you real hard, and real good."
Larry's fingertips dug into the resilient flesh of MaryAnn's smoothly rounded ass cheeks. Larry's hips pushed his cock back into MaryAnn's cunt to the point where Larry's cock head was lost deep up the girl's gumming pink vaginal membranes and his cock roots were being vised by MaryAnn's hair-fringed pussy lips.
Larry began a slow rhythmic thrusting which soon got faster and faster despite Larry's attempts to maintain a lazier screwing cadence.
Larry slaved over the girl, feeling his passions rise and then rise even further. Damn, but the bitch was one hell of a piece of ass! She was so tight, so good, that Larry was beginning to wonder if he had ever had better. He didn't know what Cary and Marsha had in mind for this cunt; but, by God, Larry was going to be damned sad if anything happened to it. After all, a guy just didn't run into pussy like this one every day of his life.
Larry fucked in and out of MaryAnn's tightly clenched pussy, using bouncing fuck strokes that plugged his cock deep up MaryAnn's moist cunt on each inward plunge.
MaryAnn's pussy clasped the cock and then released it, clasped it and then released it....
Then, as if Larry's humiliation of MaryAnn hadn't quite reached the ultimate stage the man was working toward, Larry moved the tip of one outstretched finger all of the way inward along the slope of MaryAnn's ass bun and poked it into the puckered mouth of the girl's anus.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" MaryAnn groaned at the unexpected pain that accompanied the sudden digging of Larry's unlubricated finger up her ass hole. But minutes later, her groans had somehow been muted to softer, mewling sounds of building pleasure.
There was pleasure! Jesus, there was, wasn't there? There was pleasure as Larry's finger successfully wormed itself in deeper and deeper, as MaryAnn's rectal passage was forced to stretch wide to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of Larry's jabbing.
"Nooooo!" MaryAnn protested. No, to the cock up her cunt. No, to the finger up her rectum. No, to the obscene pleasures which were somehow taking hold of her in spite of her frantic conscious efforts to dispel them.
But Larry wasn't listening to MaryAnn's feeble verbal protests-if he ever had been listening. He was wildly into his fuck by now. He was a human piston gone wild. In, out. In, out. His strokes quickened until his cock was a red-hot poker oozing its heated passions down into Larry's cum-bulged balls and inward to the pit of his belly.
"Fuck ... your cunt ... your cunt ... your ... fucking ... cunt!" Larry chanted as his cock thrust again and then again. Oh, God, but he was on a roller coaster ride to orgasm; and, there was no longer a hell of a lot he could do to prevent his impending climax-even if he had wanted to.
MaryAnn, in the meantime, wasn't sure what she was feeling. The sensations were so new and exciting to her that she could hardly recognize them for what they really were. And those few times she was struck by the reality that they were purely pleasure responses from the fuck, she continued to be convinced that such pleasure was impossible for any decent, upstanding, young lady whose body was being brutally used by a degenerate rapist.
Still, there was little denying the fact that something unusual was taking place inside MaryAnn's violated body. Exquisite tongues of electricity were searing her loins, quivering through her belly, shooting high up through her body to lick at her tender and sensitive breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane inner mind that was determined to ultimately blot out all but the ecstatic pleasure derived from the pounding ... pounding ... pounding ... of Larry's hard penis, or the screwing ... screwing ... screwing ... of Larry's skewering finger as it delved deeper, ever deeper up her rectum.
As Larry thrust his prick again and again, his penis thumping with his nearing ejaculation, Larry felt MaryAnn jerking and lurching beneath him.
Wet sticky glue-like fluids oozed from the enfolding walls of MaryAnn's hotly clinging pussy, acting as a medicinal balm for cuntal membranes which had been chafed raw by Larry's fucking.
Then suddenly, certainly more of a surprise to MaryAnn (who hadn't expected i), than to Larry (who knew from the beginning that it was bound to happen), MaryAnn began her broken, uncontrolled wailing. "Ohhhhhhhh, Jesus ... Jesus-us ... I'm ... I'm ... Ohhhh, Jesus, God, I'm ... I'm ... oh ... I'm ... oh ... ohhhh ... 0 ... 0 ... 0 ... I'm cumming ... no ... I'm, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh ... I'm cumming. I'm cumming! I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"
Larry felt his own lust-bloated cock expanding in agonizing spasms. The insides of his testicles seemed to explode, bursting wide, spreading their hot-white sperm to his tubes like a seed pod exploding its contents to the wind. Larry's churning sperm raced the full length of his rock-hard prick and then gushed free with a fire-hose intensity. The viscous discharge spewed into the depths of MaryAnn's hotly contracting belly.
Larry's cum mingled with the other juices which MaryAnn's body had previously oozed for the lubrication of her inner vagina. The whole flooding mess of liquid flowed to drown Larry's exploding cock and then overflowed back out MaryAnn's tightly locked cuntal lips to leak in thin trickles of lewd rivulets down along the soft whiteness of the girl's chafed inner thighs.
"Ughhhh ... ughhhh ... ahhhhh ... ohhhhh ... baby!" Larry groaned when his ecstasy had finally receded to the point where he could once again say anything at all. He had ridden this broad to greater heights than he had ever spurred Marsha-even during those times he and Marsha had game-played and he had chained her to the wall.
With one final loud sigh of wonder and contentment, Larry collapsed his total weight down on MaryAnn's voluptuously curved young body.
MaryAnn had already gone limp, lying exhausted and a bit bewildered beneath her attacker. MaryAnn's legs remained spread lewdly in indication of MaryAnn's continued utter and total defeat.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It hadn't taken too many smarts on Rom's part to suspect that the worse had come to the worst-at least as far as his young niece was concerned. His fears certainly weren't assuaged any by the revelation made by Marsha and Cary that Larry was up at the cabin "watching over some vagrant young kid who had decided to take up residence in the supposedly deserted cabin."
Rom had decided that there was no way he could admit to being MaryAnn's uncle. That just made for way too many seen and unforseen complications. Had he suspected all along that Larry, Cary, Marsha (or all three) would have gotten to MaryAnn before he arrived on the scene?
There were advantages to pretending MaryAnn was just what the others had come to assume she was. That way, there would be no need to act the vengeful uncle come to spout fire and brimstone at the molesters of his niece. And, Rom certainly didn't want to go through any conflict with his three "business associates" which would have gotten them even more nervous than they already were. This whole fucking deal had simply come out with too many problems. Not least of which were the complications made by his two nieces having chosen this particular time to come visiting.
Christ, but Rom couldn't even remember having offered the use of the cabin to Karla. Or if he did remember, it was such a vague memory as to be as good as nonexistent. But then, on those few occasions Rom and Karla had gotten together, they had somehow managed to get exceptionally soused in the process. Rom had always suspected that the two of them were trying to get drunk enough to hop into bed together. Not that Rom would have normally had to get drunk to hop into bed with any woman! Hell, he hadn't even been drunk when he'd taken his sister. But, Karla was his brother's daughter; and, Rom really hadn't been out to cause another confrontation with brother Bob. Bob, after all, had never really gotten over the fact that Rom and Matty had gone to bed together.
Oh, well, it seemed more than obvious that-for whatever his reasons-Rom had told Karla she could use the cabin. And, Karla had decided to use it. It was apparently just one of those quirks of providence that made everything come together at this particular time. The odds against something like this happening were really so remote that one could really find no other alternative than to suspect that somewhere there was a far mightier power than man working to screw up the works.
"We didn't hardly think she was your niece," Marsha said, the dead pine needles and gravel crunching under her feet as she walked between Rom and Cary en route to the cabin. The three had already gone over the reasons why Rom was late and-with a good deal of relief evidenced all of the way around that nothing serious had come up-the conversation had moved on to MaryAnn.
"It looks like there might have been a couple others sharing one of the other bedrooms," Cary said. "We found their clothes. Obviously some guy and girl shacking up together, by the looks of the stains on the sheets. However, we can't find hide nor hair of either one of them. The kid in the cabin said something about the guy having broken his arm; he and the girl having gone to a doctor. We've been keeping an eye open, though."
"Well, there's no one between here and Denning Creek," Rom said. "Take my word for it. If there had been, I would have been here hours ago."
"I'll still feel a hell of a lot safer when the stuff is off the plane, and I'm out of here," Cary said.
"Can you imagine what it's been like these past couple of hours, trying to survive with two paranoid men in the wings?" Marsha asked. She led the way up to the porch and nodded toward the broken door. "Sorry about that bit of damage; but, the little girl inside didn't seem any too anxious to let us come in."
"Cary, why don't you keep your eye outside here for awhile, while I go upstairs and see what I can get out of our little visitor. She's probably just some poor dumb tramp who doesn't know shit; but, I want to be doubly sure before I okay the unloading of the stuff."
Cary immediately disappeared off the porch and into the shadows. Marsha and Rom continued on into the house.
"First bedroom upstairs on the right," Marsha said, nodding her head in the general direction. "You want I should whip you up a little something to eat?"
"Yea, do that for me, will you please, Marsha? Meanwhile, I'd better look in on Larry and the girl."
"Oh, Rom," Marsha said, bringing Rom to a sudden stop on the bottom stair. "Cary and I gave instructions for Larry to lay off. You know? With the girl, I mean. But knowing Larry, I can't guarantee what you're going to find once you get up there."
"Oh, well, a little fucking never killed anyone, did it?" Rom asked, and smiled.
"Just a good thing the little bitch didn't turn out to be your niece, isn't it?" Marsha said. "We have enough problems the way it is, huh?"
"It's all going to work out fine," Rom said, sounding far more confident than he really was.
"I hope so," Marsha said, turning toward the kitchen. "Jesus, but this girl certainly does hope so."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"She said she was your niece," Larry said. "Can you beat that?"
"Yea, that's what I hear," Rom answered, aware that his cock was well on its way to a bone-hard state. He wasn't sure just how he should mentally be reacting to his physical reaction to his naked niece on the bed. In a way, he figured it was probably best this way. After all, Rom's hardening cock made a bulge in his trousers that made it very hard for Larry to miss seeing. And Larry would have possibly been more suspicious if that evidence of a hard-on in Rom's pants hadn't been there. Larry, after all, knew that Rom liked women; and if Rom's cock hadn't responded as it was now doing, Larry would have possibly been wondering why.
"You lose any nieces lately?" Larry asked, giving Rom a wide grin.
"I never had any nieces to begin with," Rom said. "I happen to be an only child. That way I never had to share any of my toys."
"You're a damned liar!" MaryAnn screamed. She had come to a crouching position, trying to pull even more of the blankets over her naked body.
MaryAnn didn't know what in the hell her uncle was trying to pull; but, he was her uncle. He couldn't convince her otherwise, even if he could convince this big-cocked pervert with him. There was just no mistaking Rom from Karla's vivid description of him: black hair, black eyes, sensuous lips, cleft chin. There was even that vague resemblance between Rom and his brother-MaryAnn's father; although, Karla had been right in her observation that Rom was a hell of a lot better looking than Bob Crandale was.
"You're my uncle, you bastard!" MaryAnn accused. It had somehow come to appall her that this handsome bastard of an uncle had made no move whatsoever to come to her rescue. Granted, most of the damage had already been done by the time he had arrived on the scene; but, he should have done something to set it all right. HE SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!
"She does seem to be a die-hard, doesn't she?" Larry commented, wondering what point the pretty little blonde was trying to make by continuing on with her ridiculous little charade.
"What kind of a man are you that you can just stand there after what this beast has done to me?" MaryAnn asked, knowing that Rom had to be sick and perverted to be so unaffected by the rape of his own niece. But, then Rom was sick, wasn't he? Hell, he'd fucked his own sister, hadn't he? If he could screw his own sister without batting an eye, what in the hell did he care that one of his "business associates" had taken MaryAnn's cherry?
"I think she was hoping you were a knight in shining white armor," Larry said, wondering why Rom wasn't already in the process of freeing that bulged cock straining so fiercely at the insides of Rom's pants crotch.
"Wait until my father hears about this," MaryAnn warned. "Or mother."
"She really does seem a bit distraught, doesn't she?" Larry observed, well aware that his cock was still hard and ready for yet another fuck.
"Wait until Karla hears," MaryAnn said. And, where in the hell was Karla?
"So, who's Karla?" Larry asked.
Rom shrugged.
"You bastard!" MaryAnn spat. "You're both perverted, sick sonsofbitches who are going to end up paying hell for the shit you've put me through."
"Honey, you should have paid me hard cash for all the fun I've been showing you," Larry said. "It isn't every girl who gets her cherry speared by a real pro. Did you know that? Did you?" He turned back to Rom.
"She was a virgin, you know. But she's so hot in the sack, it kind of makes you wonder who in the hell she was saving it for."
Inside of Rom's pants, his cock thumped with entrapped blood. His cock mouth gushed a new oozing of pre-seminal juices. There was something undeniably exciting about the naked MaryAnn, the lewd and large cock jutting up from Larry's belly, the blood and the semen smeared on the sheets, the smell of sex which permeated the air of the room.
"I'll bet if her cunt was cherry her ass hole is virgin as all hell," Larry said, accompanying with a decidedly suggestive wink. "Why don't you strip down and give the little blonde girl's anus a run for the money?"
And, there it was: the invitation for sex that Rom had known was coming. Rom had known it was coming, because that was the way Larry operated. There was a broad ready and available-if not willing. And, it was the natural thing for any red-blooded male to take advantage of her. Larry had made similar offers on other occasions, the only difference being that those broads had usually been willing participants and not captives destined to be taken against their will.
Rom had a decision to make here. And if he made the wrong decision, this whole operation could be royally fucked up. First, he could decline the offer for sex. And, there was the chance that no one would think anything about his refusal. Then, again, there was the chance that his refusal might just get everyone to wondering-since it was evident by his swollen pants crotch that he was ready for fucking.
The truth was that Rom knew that under ordinary conditions, he would have had his pants dropped long ago. And if Larry was wondering why Rom wasn't already unzipped and jumping on, well, Cary and Marsha were going to wonder, too, weren't they?
"Come on," Larry said, indeed wondering what was keeping Rom from riding this broad where he would have aleady hopped on most any other little lady. Would Rom be hesitating if this were really his niece? "You and I can give her the old sandwich routine. What do you say?"
"You know I never turned down a good fuck," Rom said, his hand dropping to his zipper. "Especially when there's the prospect of fucking a virgin buttocks in the offing."
Rom saw the way MaryAnn's eyes went suddenly wide. Her obvious fear somehow excited Rom all the more. And, there was certainly no denying the fact that he was excited. He was excited because incest had always turned him on. And, MaryAnn had to be the prettiest little thing in the whole Crandale family. She was cuter than Matty had ever been. She was even better looking than Karla-and Karla was one hell of a striking chick.
Rom unzipped his pants, reaching in for a handful of hard cock. He gave a quick tug that, while causing a good bit of discomfort, did manage to successfully pry his cock out into the open. It came out big, and hard, and drooling clear liquids from its cleaver-sliced cock mouth which halved the pulpy penis corona.
"You can't be serious!" MaryAnn said, thinking this all had to be some kind of a macabre joke her uncle was playing. Could it be that he really didn't believe who she was? Could it be that he actually didn't know she was Karla's sister-his brother's daughter-his own nice? "You're my uncle, for Christ's sake-YOU'RE MY UNCLE!"
"Well, at least you won't have to worry about any idiot children," Larry said with a malicious chuckle, simultaneously stroking his own prick to milk it for a new gushing of pre-seminal juices with which to slick down his erection. "None of your so-called uncle's cum is ever going to take root up that sterile vrigin anus of yours."
"I'm your niece, goddamn it!" MaryAnn screamed, her eyes focused in on the immense erection her uncle had pulled out for her inspection. "Don't do this. For Christ's sake, please don't do this!"
But Rom had already rationalized to himself that he had to do it-if for no other reason than to make his three companions feel that everything was pretty much back to normal. There had already been too many things go wrong without blowing it only because his silly little niece had some archaic notion that getting fucked by her uncle was going to make her go screwy in the head.
Rom could feel a bit sorry for the poor, frightened waif. After all, she was Bob Crandale's daughter-which meant that she probably had ended up with all those guilt complexes which Karla had somehow miraculously managed to avoid. Actually, it was a shame that it couldn't be Karla here right now instead of MaryAnn. Karla would have known how to handle even this situation. In fact, Karla would have as much welcomed the excuse to fuck her uncle as Rom would have welcomed it.
Oh, well, Rom felt MaryAnn would hardly come out of this really too much the worse for wear. And in the end, she could always look back on it as something she did for God and her country. Maybe Rom could arrange for her to get some kind of an accommodation: Given to Miss MaryAnn Crandale, who, in the line of duty, surrendered her virginity to the enemy....
"No! No!" MaryAnn screamed. She'd retreated to a corner of the bed, having pulled most of the covers right along with her.
"Yes! Yes!" Larry countered, moving to get her. He was hotter than hell to get his cock reburied up this bitch's hot and buttery pussy. And, the idea of having Rom fucking the bitch through the rear door was almost exciting enough to make Larry blow his latest wad right then and there.
"You get plugged in and go to your back, huh," Rom instructed Larry. "Since you've already had a few hours of fucking action, I'm going to save you the strain of any additional exercise."
However, Larry's desire to put his cock up MaryAnn, and the reality, weren't one and the same things. Because if MaryAnn had struggled to keep from losing her virginity, she sure as hell wasn't going to endure a double rape (with incestuous implications to boot) without fighting until her very last breath.
Rom watched, having assumed that Larry-having handled MaryAnn before-could now handle her with little or no bother. After a few seconds, however, it became obvious that Larry was doing little better than holding his own. MaryAnn having regained her second wind during the time wherein the two men had so calmly been discussing her fate, was all over the bed, somehow managing to keep just outside of the reach of the frustrated Larry.
"Come on...." Rom had almost said "MaryAnn," but he had caught himself just in time. While he could have come up with a valid excuse for knowing the girl's name (Cary or Marsha might have let it drop) it seemed a bit more convincing to feign complete ignorance. "What is your name, honey?"
"You damned well know what my name is!" MaryAnn said, keeping one eye on Larry so that he couldn't slip up on her unawares.
"Her name is MaryAnn," Larry said, hid voice sounding just a bit breathless after his as-yet unsuccessful efforts to once again spear the girl's cunt with his stiff prick. "Anyway, that's what she said.
However, she also told us her last name was Crandale, which was obviously a piece of shit. So...."
"MaryAnn will have to do then, won't it?" Rom said. His right hand was languidly stroking the lengthy neck of his cock while his left hand had scooped into his trousers to bring his hairy balls out into the fresh air. "So, listen, MaryAnn: this little delaying action of yours is all good and well, just as long as you realize that's all it is-a delaying action. Because sooner or later-probably more sooner than later-you're going to find yourself getting fucked by two very big cocks. So if you get your jollies off by playing mouse to our two cats, well then you go right ahead. But don't get any false hopes about carrying on forever, will you?"
"Bastard!" MaryAnn spoke, so furious that she was almost caught by Larry's next sudden lunge for her. As it was, MaryAnn was forced to surrender the last of her covers to Larry's large and clutching hands. MaryAnn actually left the bed, moving to stand with her back pressed against the wall. All sense of modesty had vanished in the face of her terror. What she could care least about now was her naked and sweat-glistening breasts, or her vulnerable and hair-veed pussy. What she cared most about was escape. But even she could see that there was little chance of escape in sight. Already she was weakening; and, her uncle hadn't really even entered into the game. Once Rom decided to lend Larry a hand, MaryAnn didn't stand a chance of a snowball in hell.
And, as it turned out, Rom tired of the show sooner than MaryAnn could have imagined. Because where Rom was just standing calmly by one second, the next second he was on the move. And, where MaryAnn had been mainly concerned with Larry's next line of attack, she was caught completely unawares by Rom's.
Rom hit MaryAnn with the full force of his hard, muscled body, taking hold of the girl and pulling her in to face him just before he fell forward to squash her between him and the bed. MaryAnn, as she fell, hit her head on Larry's knee, a sharp pain jolting down to the very base of her spine.
MaryAnn's realization that any struggles on her part were hopeless in no way let her give up that struggling. Nor did the fact that her wind had been knocked out of her, or that her head still ached from having banged against Larry's knee, make her go as docile as both Larry and Rom would have probably liked her. After all, for MaryAnn there was something more involved here than just rape. She had been raped before, hadn't she? And while it had certainly been an experience not to be cherished (it had, hadn't it?), MaryAnn now knew that she had survived it, and she could survive yet another. And, yet, there was something more involved here than a girl trying to protect her cunt and ass from male cock. Her cunt, after all, was no longer cherry; although, it had to be admitted that her ass hole was still unmolested terrain. But, for MaryAnn, the real horror revolved around the incestuous aspects of this attack. And while Karla could laugh off the notion that incest was wicked, MaryAnn was struck dumb by the prospect of actually having her own uncle's cock rammed up her ass, or up her cunt, or up anywhere else for that matter.
And there were myriad weird, frightening sensations that were catapulting through her body now that she was cognizant of the fact that it was her own uncle pressing down on top of her. MY GOD, IT WAS HER UNCLE'S HARD AND NAKED COCK PUSHED AGAINST HER BELLY! IT WAS HER UNCLE'S HAIRY SCROTUM DRAPED DOWN OVER HER PUSSY SLICE LIKE DRAPES DOWN OVER A WINDOW!
Then Rom, having seen Larry jockeying into position, pulled suddenly away from MaryAnn's body. And MaryAnn, for just a quick moment, took hope. Obviously, her uncle-having realized the obscenity of what he was doing-had been allowed second thoughts. But MaryAnn's brief respite, her tiny ray of hope in salvation, was short-lived. Because Rom had moved away for no other reason than to let Larry take his place. Rom, after all, had no intentions of sticking MaryAnn from the front, especially into a hole already made sloppy by only-God-knew-how-many spermal blastings of Larry's cock. Not when there was a virgin ass hole soon to be made available to his bone-hard erection.
Larry, who had fucked MaryAnn's cunt before, had no qualms about sticking it again. As a matter-of-fact, he was most anxious to do just that. While MaryAnn was still trying to get air into her lungs, was still trying to fight off the weakness which was making her whole body feel as if it were made of lead, Larry was opening his legs to make larger the vee between MaryAnn's splaying thighs. Larry was raising his hips. He was using his right hand to drag his pulpy cock head through MaryAnn's pubic hair and onto the target.
"For Christ's sake, Uncle Rom, don't let him ... aggghhhh ... ohhhhh ... no ... no ... o ... o ... EEEEIIIIII!"
MaryAnn's cunt was still sopped with liquids. Her pussy mouth, walls, and its membranes were so slicked with goo that once Larry's cock had moved into position, it took little effort to put that cock deep inside MaryAnn's body-so deep that Larry's bulky cum-bulged balls banged against MaryAnn's sweaty ass cheeks.
Rom was now standing by the bed, looking down, watching. And, he derived an exceptional voyeuristic turn-on from seeing his niece's eyes-gone-buggy as Larry's cock was locked into place. Rom idly worked his cock with his right hand, using his left hand to roll his nuts until they oozed a delicious pain into his lower belly.
"Oh, God, nooooooo!" MaryAnn moaned, resentful that with this last insertion of Larry's cock inside of her, there had been no pain. So, what had there been? There had been a strange and thrilling sense of contentment: a welcoming home of something pleasurably familiar.
But, that was crazy! Crazy! Thrilling? Contentment? Welcome? Pleasurable? JESUS, THIS WAS RAPE! NO MATTER WHAT SHE MIGHT LIKE IT TO BE, IT WAS RAPE-NOTHING MORE NOR LESS THAN UNMITIGATED, DEGENERATE, HIDEOUS, REVOLTING RAPE!
"She likes it," Larry grunted, feeling how MaryAnn's body was responding beneath his. "I don't know why the broad puts up such a goddamn fuss when she so obviously does enjoy getting a good screw."
"Ohhhhhhh ... you're sick ... sick ... sick!" MaryAnn chanted, wishing there was pain, wishing that she had something tangible on which to hang her protests.
Was she actually enjoying?
Larry's cock still inserted to its nuts, Larry suddenly spread his legs wide, hooking them over MaryAnn's legs. Shifting his weight, Larry's legs-acting much like a pair of pinchers-pulled MaryAnn's legs together between them causing MaryAnn's cunt mouth to come closed tightly around the base of Larry's hard prick. Larry then rolled, going to his back, pulling MaryAnn into the dominant position atop him, all the while making damned sure that his cock stayed put. The maneuver brought MaryAnn's ass to the surface, making it vulnerable to attack.
And, attack was just what Rom had in mind. Before MaryAnn could really know what in the hell was happening, Rom was on the bed, straddling both MaryAnn and Larry's legs. His balls pooled in the groove made by the joined sides of MaryAnn's thighs.
Rom reached forward, placing one of his hands to each of MaryAnn's milky ass cheeks. His fingers went claw-like, kneading into the resilient flesh and easing the whiteness open along its ass crack. A thin, fine line of silky blonde hair came into view along the anal cleavage, punctuated by the light pink pucker of MaryAnn's ass hole opening.
Rom moved his left hand into a position where it alone could keep MaryAnn's ass cheeks pried apart. With his right hand, he grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it so that his cock head left a mess of ooze to cling to MaryAnn's ass hair. Rom then scooted his sitting position forward so that his cock tip followed on down through MaryAnn's ass crease and finally contacted MaryAnn's tiny anal eye.
"Nooooooooo!" MaryAnn squealed, aware that her nipples were hard, and that sensations resulting from the touch of her uncle's cock were something other than as horrifying as they should have been.
MaryAnn felt the sudden pressure against her sphincter as Rom began pushing to put his cock inside of his niece's virgin ass hole. In one more burst of rebellion, MaryAnn bucked to be free. Unfortunately, the upswing of her ass, designed to avoid the sticking, did little more than force her ass hole to roll open even sooner around the bulky head of Rom's cock.
"Ohhhhhhh!" MaryAnn groaned helplessly. Her cunt was stuffed. Her ass hole was already holding to Rom's cock head and would soon be forced into holding to even more of her uncle's cock.
"Relax, baby," Larry instructed. "You're going to like this. Goddamn, but you are going to like it."
MaryAnn could hardly move even before Rom laid out his chest along her back. But after he did so, MaryAnn felt completely trapped. All of her struggles-and she still refused to give up the fight-were to no avail.
Rom's hips were elevated to allow for long length of down-aiming cock which wasn't yet plugged up MaryAnn's ass. His cock neck looked like it offered the only support to Rom's lower body. Rom's hairy scrotum hung halfway down his cock neck but was already beginning its climb upward toward the base of his penis where it would be when Rom finally blasted his wad.
Rom used his right hand to milk his cock. His pre-seminal juices oozed into MaryAnn's rectum, slicking down a pathway for the rest of Rom's thick prick which Rom was even then preparing to feed it.
Rom worked his hands down to claim handholds on Larry's hard ass cheeks. By pulling upward, Rom was able to stab Larry's cock in MaryAnn even deeper, as well as begin the pull of MaryAnn's ass hole more completely over Rom's erection.
"Oh, pleeeeeeez!" MaryAnn bleated. And someway, somehow, she managed to come up with a torqueing motion of her lower body which-while it did little save stir Larry's cock in her vagina-did manage to pop Rom's cock head free of MaryAnn's ass and stabbed into Larry's balls which were waiting on the other side.
"Sheeeeeet!" Larry moaned as Rom's hard prick speared into his compacting scrotum and rammed hard into one of Larry's cream-filled balls.
"Damn!" Rom echoed, feeling genuine frustration that he had somehow miscalculated MaryAnn's determination and had allowed her to break free. Hell, he had told her before, and he could very well tell her again: all of these little maneuvers of hers were just delaying actions. For the good of this whole operation, it was imperative that Rom screw MaryAnn's ass. And if that rationalization wasn't good enough, well, the fact now arose that Rom was hot to fuck MaryAnn because (1) she was attractive as all hell, (2) Rom was turned on to the idea of fucking virgin ass, (3) MaryAnn was Rom's niece: he was her uncle.
"Pleeeeez, no, pleeez, no!" MaryAnn begged pitifully, simultaneously wondering if her protests just weren't somehow making it better for her attackers. She nad once read that the best thing a girl could do when being raped was just to go completely limp and let the guy have at her.
But how in the hell could MaryAnn compel her body to go limp when it was already filled with one cock, and when her uncle's fat cock head was already back to her slime-covered ass hole?
And, yes, by God, Rom did have his cock back in position. He was more determined than ever to spear his niece's virgin ass on his bloated erection. Yes, by fuck, he would shove his cock into her so deep that his scrotum would be mushroomed against the hair-strewn valley that lined the cleavage between MaryAnn's milky ass buns.
MaryAnn's pucker and the first inch of her anal tube had remained so juicy from the previous insertion of Rom's cock head, that it took really very little effort for Rom to once again put his cock corona in place. This time-to make his cock more secure than previously-he immediately added another inch of his cock to the ass hole for good measure.
"Ugh ... ugh...!" MaryAnn grunted, feeling Rom's cock slipping into depths that had never been fucked by cock before. Ohhhhhhh, it was fucking horrible!
BUT IF IT WAS FUCKING HORRIBLE, WHY WASN'T THERE MORE PAIN? Oh, it wasn't as if there was no agony. After all, a man didn't stick something as big as Rom's cock up any girl's ass without there being a good deal of discomfort. But MaryAnn somehow knew that there should have been more agony, more torment, more physical discomfort to make this experience seem exactly the horror she was sure it really was.
Or, was any of it really the horror she had always been led to believe? Because all of it was really just one form or another of sex, wasn't it? Was sex, in the final analysis, ever ever really bad? Oh, MaryAnn knew what her parents had drummed into her since birth: sin, sin, sin. But Karla had certainly had her share of sex and had never seemed the worst for wear.
Where in the hell was Karla?
MaryAnn was frankly confused. She knew, on the one hand, what she should have been feeling. Yet, on the other hand, she knew what she was feeling. The two simply didn't jive. Nor had they jived when Larry had tongue-fucked her cunt, or when Larry had cock-fucked her pussy, or now that she had one cock up her vagina and another inching deeper up....
"Aghhhhhh!" MaryAnn moaned as the pressure of Rom's descending hips worked his cock in even deeper.
Inside of MaryAnn's body, Rom's entering cock had made contact with the thin partitioning membrane that separated MaryAnn's ass hole from her pussy. Just beyond that membrane was the hard shaft of Larry's cock. Using the belly of Larry's submerged prick as his guiding runway, Rom's cock sunk in even deeper, drooling liquids that continually slicked the rectum, making the passage far easier than it would have been up a dry ass hole.
With a slow, persistent pushing, Rom made his cock penetrate further into MaryAnn's tightly cringing orifice. His cock caused MaryAnn's ass walls to elastically yield to wider and wider stretching.
As Rom began to guide his cock back and forth, back and forth-each forward movement burying him deeper-all of MaryAnn's pain (God, there should have been more!) slowly blended into an oddly rising sexual stimulation.
"Oh, God!" MaryAnn groaned, disgusted to realize that her body, quite apart from her conscious control, was beginning to rotate in tiny circular movements that somehow complimented rather than contradicted Rom's cock placing movements.
How could all of this be so horrible, so wicked, and yet so beautiful in the bargain? Yes, goddamn it, beautiful! How else could she describe those delicious waves of ecstasy that were slowly taking root so deep down inside of her? Why had her parents-her mother in particular-not told her of those? Karla had tried to tell her-more than once; but, MaryAnn had simply been too pig-headed to listen.
If this was agony, if this was hell, then the agony and the hell had somehow managed to blend together into one great moment of sensual bliss. And MaryAnn, despite all of her previous revulsion, began to realize that she was being forced into experiencing aspects of ecstasy she had never dreamed of.
"Yessssss!" Rom hissed as his sperm-bloated balls smacked hard against MaryAnn's ass. Deep within MaryAnn's lower belly, Rom's cock was now mated belly-to-belly with Larry's plugging penis.
Larry, despite the fact that he was relegated to a position that afforded him little active movement, was still getting more than his share of pleasure. In fact, his eyes were shut, his teeth gritted, in an attempt to keep himself from too soon being overcome by his pleasure. The movement of Rom's cock along his own, the responding spasms of MaryAnn's pussy tubes, had already masturbated Larry's cock to a high state of excitement.
And if Larry was getting enjoyment by just being stuck up MaryAnn's pussy, then Rom was suddenly in Seventh Heaven after his complete submersion up his niece's tight rectum. Rom was so consumed by pleasure that he knew he was going to be hard-pressed to ride MaryAnn's ass for very long before he would be forced to feed it a good gallon of his thick male cream. Still, despite his inner knowledge that he might possibly hold off his orgasm by simply resting for a moment, more primitive urges inside of Rom's body now prompted him to begin his ass fuck immediately. Besides, so what if Rom blasted his load in less time than usual? It wasn't as if MaryAnn was going anywhere, was it? Hell, no; MaryAnn would be around to take Rom's cock when he was better prepared to fuck on ... and on ... and on ... Until then, everyone was going to have to be content with whatever performance Rom could come up with: which would undoubtedly be a damned good one, no matter what its eventual length or duration.
So, Rom began his fucking in earnest: pulling up his hips, pulling up his cock, sliding his prick belly over the wet-warm pussy membrane and Larry's hard cock belly enlodged just beyond. And as soon as Rom had pulled his prick to the point where only his cock head was held entrapped by MaryAnn's rubbery cock mouth, he paused and then went down once again into those musky anal depths.
Up. Down. In. Out.
"Ohhhhh, pleeeeez" MaryAnn moaned, her voice sounding raspy. And did she want them to stop? Or, did she want them to go on? She really wasn't sure any more. She ... simply ... just ... wasn't ... sure!
However, whether or not MaryAnn wanted them to go on was of no concern to either Rom or Larry-if, in fact, it had ever been. The two men had come so far already, that there was no way for them to go except onward-and upward.
Rom socked his cock home ... again ... and again ... and again. Larry tried to contain his own swelling pleasure, trying to keep from slipping over the brink before Rom did. And, MaryAnn, wide-eyed with the wonder of the miracle that had somehow caused the worst abomination she could think of to metamorphose into such ecstasy, heard herself gurgling lewd and obscene soundings that exited like purrs from the depths of her being.
"Feel good, MaryAnn?" Rom asked, his voice gravelly. His belly made slap ... slap ... slapping sounds on each of his downward fuck strokes whenever his stomach collided with MaryAnn's upturned ass cheeks. "Do you like it, baby? Do you? Do you?"
"Y-No!" MaryAnn moaned, something inside of her still telling her not to verbally admit her enjoyment. But would the mere absence of a verbal admission make the pleasure disappear? Hell, no! So, what was the point of lying to either Rom, or to Larry, or to herself?
"You do like it!" Rom told her, having fucked enough ass hole to know a broad who enjoyed an ass screw when he found one. "Come on, tell Uncle Rom just how much you like it."
"I like ... it!" MaryAnn moaned. And, hell, it was out. And, it hadn't been all that difficult to admit it, after all, had it? "I-likeit, I-like it. I FUCKING LIKE IT!"
And as if MaryAnn's admission had been the finger squeezing the trigger, Rom knew that his sexual gun was about to let go its bullets. Rom jabbed his prick to its balls up MaryAnn's anus and left it there.
"Take it, baby!" Rom grunted. "Jesus, take it ... take it ... take it!"
And with the first comet-like spurt of her uncle's cream inside of her ass, MaryAnn's body went stiff as her muscles and nerve ends tauted with her own resulting ecstasy.
"I'm cumming!" MaryAnn voiced loudly, just as surprised now as she had been when she had found herself climaxing on Larry's tongue and then his cock; maybe even more surprised since she had felt it impossible from the beginning to experience such pleasure on her own uncle's cock. "SWEET ... JESUS ... GOD ... I'M ... CUMMMMMINGEEEEIIIIGGGHHHHHH!"
And Larry, feeling the throbbing pulsations of Rom's cock against his own, feeling the orgasmic vibrations of MaryAnn's pussy around his stiff meatiness, surrendered finally to his own spiraling pleasure. His pearly gobs of thick cream added more spermal drapery to MaryAnn's cunt while Rom's penis continued to feed MaryAnn's virgin anus for the first-if not for the last-time.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Karla found the light switch and clicked it on. What she saw was a naked MaryAnn sprawled out on the bed.
"Rescue has arrived, baby," Karla said. "You do want rescuing, don't you?"
Quite frankly, Karla had been the last person MaryAnn had expected to see.
"You'll be happy to hear that they are all under arrest. Plus a very big man who had come to make the pickup. All in all, it's the biggest drug bust made in a hell of a long time. Of course, it was only marijuana this trip, but it's plugged up some pipelines that have been used for the heavier stuff for a long, long time."
"I'm confused," MaryAnn said.
"So was I until Rom filled me in," Karla said. "What it all boils down to is that you and I just picked the wrong time to visit our uncle's cabin."
"You mean, Uncle Rom is one of the good guys?"
"He set up the whole deal for the narcotics people," Karla said. "I guess they've been working on this for over two years.
MaryAnn shook her head in continued confusion. Karla, however, even while recognizing her sister's distraught and dishevelled state, also realized that MaryAnn was a decidedly changed person from the last time Karla had seen her. MaryAnn was still as naked as a jay on the bed, having made no move whatsoever to cover herself up. "The "old" MaryAnn would have grabbed for the nearest scrap of covering the minute Karla had entered the bedroom.
"I'm confused," MaryAnn said, meaning just that.
"Well, from what I've been able to piece together, there was some kind of foul-up in Canada where the drugs originated," Karla said. "The Canadian government was supposed to be tipped to our people's operation and were to keep hands-off. Someone screwed up along the way, though, and some dumb-ass bureaucrat started sniffing out the storage locale; so, the goods then had to be moved out early. Rom had to make sure Larry, Cary, and Marsha stuck around long enough to be included in the bust on D-Day. Having you here when they arrived made a lot of people nervous. Rom, therefore, tried to go about calming their nerves."
"By raping me?" MaryAnn asked, trying to sound indignant, wondering why she couldn't quite pull it off.
"It was easier explaining you away as a stranger than as a member of the immediate family. Rom, I'm sure, will go into more specific details for you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yea," Karla said. "He's taking a few days off and is coming back to join is here at the cabin. Tony, you know, cracked his fucking shoulder."
"Uncle Rom is coming back here? Tomorrow?"
"You think maybe he's man enough to handle the two of us?" Karla asked, giving her sister a wide smile.
MaryAnn screwed up her face in thought. Actually she was wondering what kind of a big stink she could make by broadcasting to the world that a Federal Agent, her own uncle, had fucked her silly to help engineer a drug bust. MaryAnn somehow doubted that the incestuous fucking of an innocent bystander was proper operating procedure. Then again....
"I suppose he told you I enjoyed every minute of it?" MaryAnn asked finally.
"Actually, he was just hoping that you enjoyed enough of it to keep your mouth shut," Karla said.
"Can you imagine mom and dad's faces if they ever found out?"
"Really no point in exposing them to any of this. Don't you agree?" MaryAnn watched, slightly puzzled to see her sister apparently beginning to undress. About the same time, MaryAnn realized that during this whole conversation, she had been just lying there naked on the bed.
"You don't have any objections to our sharing this bedroom tonight, do you?" Karla asked, hoping that MaryAnn wasn't suddenly going to revert to her old prudish self. "After all, you and I did once share the same bedroom and bed a long, long time ago. Remember? Of course, neither of us was really as equipped as we now are to make the best of it, were we?"
MaryAnn didn't say anything for the longest time. And Karla had a sudden sinking in her gut that told her MaryAnn's conversion might not have been as thorough or as durable as Karla might have hoped for.
Finally, though, MaryAnn smiled, and she gave a sensuously erotic stretch that pointed her toes and made her luscious breasts jiggle enticingly.
"Come by to bump pussies, did you, sister?" MaryAnn asked, using a thumb and a forefinger to tweak one of her own hardening nipples. She had a few tricks up her sleeve that Marsha had taught her over the past couple of days. "Well, come on, baby, and hop in the saddle for your ride."
Karla laughed, finished her undressing, went to the bed, and dropped into her sister's open and awaiting arms.
