Alone in her aunt's immense old house, Denise walked up and down the empty and long halls, through sparcely furnished rooms that made her seem naked. She felt not vulnerable, nor attached nor anything else but naked.
She flet as though she were going to turn the next corner and meet someone-one of the three servants or her aunt-dressed and going about their business. There, she felt certain, would be a shcoked silence and disapproving looks to see her walking about naked.
Beginning to feel erotic sensations especially between her slender milky thighs, she scurried back to the foot of the old staircase and retrieved her chemise. Putting it on she hurried back to her room, which was hers for the third weekend of every month she visited her aunt.
She decied to begin reading the sensational book her girlfriend had given her for this weekend. She skipped all but the marked passages and began to boil with mounting sensual excitement.
And because she felt so alone in the immense old house that creaked with each new breath of wind she panicked and went home. Waiting for the bus, she was eyed by a lecherous old man, who made her even more aware of her nubtile body.
And home was going to be a shocking surprise for her. Her parents had highly encouraged her going to her aunt's for the single weekend each month. Now she stood in the door, watching her father dancing with an almost naked woman.
Fascinated, she stayed and watched the couple eat each other out. At the same time, her young body reacted and she thrust her hand under her skirt and inside her panties to ease the building tensions she hardly understood.
It was only when they had almost climaxed that she wondered where her mother was. She was sure her father had arranged everything quite well and that her mother would never find out.
CHAPTER ONE
It was an immense house. Much too large for one person, Denise thought as she wandered through the vacant rooms and hallways naked.
There seemed to be a draft from somewhere, but the young girl, barely fourteen years old yet, could not tell from where the chilling breeze was coming.
Goose bumps spread over her skin. The nipples of her small, budding breasts puckered with the cold. And with the sensual feeling of walking around without any clothes on.
True she was alone in the house now. Yet, even so, the spaciousness of the rooms, the sweeping lengths of the old halls around her made her feel nude and somehow in the open.
It was a much different feeling than just being naked alone in the bath, or in one's own room. It was being naked where one normally is properly covered. Being naked in rooms and halls that others walked through.
It almost gave the feeling to the young girl that she might at any second now come across somebody going about their everyday chores. They would be dressed as they should be. And they would be turning a corner to go to the kitchen or into the reading room. Then, abruptly, they would come across the figure of this nude nymphet. Her smooth skin prickling with the cold, her breasts and genitals exposed to view.
Denise could almost feel someone's eyes on her and a quick prick of electricity shot between her legs. Shot down there in the center of the private parts of her body.
Her small hand went instinctively there and rubbed against the sensation.
The sensation was a very intense pleasure that the young girl had not experienced before. The very strength of the sensation served to jolt her out of her half dreaming wandering.
This is silly, she told herself. Now what am I doing walking arc and Auntie's house without any clothing on? Oh, would the old girl be shocked.
How can she stand living in this house all by herself? Without anyone but her three servants? It must be a terribly lonely life.
Denise turned and made her way quickly back to the bottom of the staircase where she had left her shorty nightgown.
Still, the old girl must love having me come one weekend a month, even though her manner towards me would seem to make me feel unwanted.
Denise tried to remember how many months she had been staying at her aunt's on the third weekend of the month.
"She's lonely, dear," Denise's mother had explained. "She's old and it does her good to have a young girl around the house once in a while ... and dear, I don't think giving one weekend a month to your aunt is too much to ask of you. Especially, since it gives her such pleasure having you there. Now don't talk back, dear, I've already phoned and promised Auntie that you would love to come ... it's only once a month.
So, in the end, Denise had agreed.
But this weekend was different. Auntie's best friend, another old lady, had been taken ill. Auntie had gone out to see her, promising to be back early.
Denise made her way back to the large bedroom that was 'hers' on the weekends that she came to visit her aunt. The young girl was pulling the shorty nightgown around herself now against the chill that seemed to be creeping through the house.
Dammit, she thought, I hate this old house. It's so old and creaky and cold. How could anyone stand to stay in it for long?
Soon, Denise was lying on the bed, wondering what she was going to do next. She'd played solitaire for over an hour before taking her little walk. Now she was just lying there, boredom hanging around her like a heavy blanket.
Then Denise remembered the paperback book one of her girlfriends at school had secretly given her.
Quickly she scrambled off the bed and rummaged through her suitcase until she found it tucked deep under the changes of clothes she'd brought.
Denise barely noticed that her breathing had been coming faster and faster as she read the torrid passages of the erotic novel her friend had given her. Her eyes skimmed over the pages, taking in everything as her young mind soaked up the sexual passages.
"The good parts are marked," her friend had told her. "Some are beauts ... wait till you read them. I could hardly go to sleep after reading it."
Sleep was the last thing in Denise's mind now as she flipped through the pages looking for the next dog-eared section. Then she read slowly. And as she read, one of her hands moved to her own breasts.
Her mind focused completely on the words in front of her...." Mary stood in front of Harry now. One Hand at the throat of the flimsy gown. The only thing between her and Harry's searching eyes.
"She spoke slowly. 'What are you going here?' And he answered, 'I couldn't stay away from you any longer."
"Mary knew that she should turn away from this man. Knew that it was not right for them to be together. But she could not help herself. Slowly, her hands released the robe and it fell open, revealing all of her to Harry's intent gaze.
"His eyes traveled over her, taking in the lush contours of her full breasts, then traveling down over her sweet flesh until his gaze focused on that part of her that was the target of all his desires."
Denise climbed from the large bed on which she lay reading. She placed the book carefully on the night table, making sure that she didn't lose her place. She wanted to return to Mary and her lover. But first there was something else that she wanted to do.
Still in her shortie nightgown, Denise walked slowly over to the three-way mirror near the dressing table. She drew a strong bristled brush from the dressing table and with long, sensuous strokes started brushing out her hair.
Denise hadn't had her hair trimmed or cut for almost five years now. It was very long, almost down to her waist. Its major color was a light brown but there were sun streaks of gold through it from many hours spent under the bleaching summer sun.
Denise brushed her hair to each side of her head, letting it fall down in front of her shoulders. Then as if on impulse, she reached down to the hem of her nightgown and with one smooth stroke, pulled it up and over her head.
Naked before the three-way mirror, the young girl, just entering womanhood, continued her long, slow strokes of her hair. Bringing it forward and down over her breasts, she brushed and brushed.
What would a man think of me if he saw me now? She wondered this thought, once more feeling that tingling excitement in her breasts and loins.
Denise started a critical examination of herself. She started with the long silky strands of hair she was brushing and was satisfied with these.
Then she concentrated for several long minutes on her face. Here she was less satisfied. But then, what woman is satisfied with the face that nature gave her?
Denise's face was round and pixie-like. There were still a few thin layers of baby fat that would leave it. But the end result of her features was quite endearing. She had the face of a playful child; smooth, with a touch of plumpness in her cheeks. Yet, her eyes, a dark blue color that made them look bottomless when one gazed into them; and her lips, which had always had a petulant tendency towards a pout, spoke of a much different female than the childish features of her face.
Her eyes and lips were indeed quite womanly and many would find them intensely, sexually stimulating. Her bottom lip stuck out just a little bit from the top. It was full and usually glistened with saliva from Denise's habit of chewing on it when she was nervous. The top lip, too, was full.
If one concentrated on her lips alone, they would be found to be tempting. They looked pliable and willing to be kissed. They were the type of lips that have made some women famous as sex symbols. They almost, literally, begged to be kissed. And kissed passionately. Her lips and eyes were her best facial features, Denise decided. She pouted her lips at herself in the mirror.
The young girl's eyes followed the line of her hair in the mirror as it flowed down over the front of her firm, round and still budding breasts. With each hand she brushed the hair aside so her breasts were fully exposed to the mirror.
Once more the dark skin around the nipples was goose fleshed. The tip of the nipples stood out erect and proud. She cupped her young but full breasts in her hands and pressed their bulge upward. The round, smooth flesh bulged above her hands as she pressed. She was satisfied by that. Then, on an impulse she started rubbing her own nipples gently between her thumb and forefinger of each hand. A chill of excitement shot through her body from the touch.
The pert young nipples seemed to grow even more rigid under her touch.
Then she dropped her hands and looked with pleasure on her own breasts.
Not bad ... not bad at all, she told herself. You're finally becoming a woman ... finally growing up. Denise smiled into the mirror.
Slowly, she ran her hands down her torso from her breasts. Her small hands moved with a feather-like touch that sent a chill along her skin.
Now her light fingers passed her belly button, and moved down with their light, electric touch to the muscles of her abdomen. The muscles contracted under her touch and sent a wave of instant and very intense pleasure down to her groin. Down to that private spot tucked neatly between her legs. To her young vagina.
Like the man in the book, her eyes now focused on the light brown tufted triangle between her thighs. Her fingers poised just above it. The tips of her fingers barely touching the first light brown curls of hair.
As she stood there, in front of the mirror, Denise spread her legs slightly to give herself a better view of her, as the book had put it, "target of passion."
That's what it's all about, Denise thought to herself, feeling a quiet sense of wonder. That's what all the books are about, what some say all life is about. ... This furr covered slit between my legs. This entrance to my body.
"My virgina," she said softly, yet out loud. "My pussy ... My cunt."
The sound of the last word sent another chill through her young body.
"My cunt," she repeated more loudly, her hands now moving down to rest over the light brown, almost blond strands of pubic hair.
"Oh," she squealed, surprised at the first shock of intense pleasure she felt at the touch of her own hands resting on her genitals.
"My cunt, my cunt," she continued to repeat as her fingers pressed on the heavy lips of her organ.
Her eyes stared into the mirror as her slim fingers pressed apart the now moist lips of her pussy. Firmer and firmer her finger pressed until the tip of them contacted her small but rigid clitoris.
"Oh, gosh," she almost called out ... "Oh, my gosh." Her finger pressed harder.
Then as her finger found the circling motion that would bring so much pleasure, her knees started feeling weak.
"What can I do?" she asked the empty room. Asked of the empty house.
Then she turned back towards the bed. Her gaze fell immediately onto the book still lying on the night table by the large bed.
Quickly the young girl returned to the bed. She lay down, spreading her legs as she did, and grabbed the book into her hands.
She skimmed the pages then continued to read. As she did the images of a man's penis swept through her mind. Without knowing it, her free hand once more covered her young pussy, pressing down into the thick damp flesh there.
Denise imagined the woman in the book was herself. When the woman in the book described the feeling of the man's cock pressing between the walls far up in her cunt, Denise slipped a finger into her own moist hole. The walls of her own ready pussy contracted around her finger as she moved it in and out with strong even strokes.
Now she thrust the book aside and concentrated only on the sensations she was able to build up in herself. Her fingers pressed further and harder into her tight young hole. Her thumb circled the excited knob of her clitoris faster and faster as the building of desire swept through her body.
She knew that if a man had come upon her, any man, it didn't matter who or what he was, she would have willingly taken him into her so intense was the sexual desire in her now.
Faster and faster her finger moved around the genitals of the young girl. First dipping into the foam soaked hole of her cunt, then circling her clit with ever increasing pressure, as she tried to build herself to climax.
Visions passed through her imagination. Visions of men she'd seen at school or on the street who had been exceptionally attractive to her.
She tried to picture the men nude. She stretched her imagination to see what the men's cocks would look like diving into her young hole.
But her imaginings were only vague images coupled with very real bolts of pleasure she was experiencing from the probing of her own fingers into her cunt and around her clitoris.
She felt the waves of her first small climax coming to her. And she had no way of knowing that this masturbating to climax was not as intense as what she would later feel with a real penis deep inside her.
She just started to surrender completely to the growing swell of pleasure. Her thin fingers worked harder and harder at her hole. They reached up into her, first two then three fingers stretching her tight hole. Her thumb still rubbed violently at the knob of her clit.
"Oh ... Oh, gosh," she breathed over and over as the swell broke through her body.
At the point of her first climax, Denise let out a little yelp not unlike that of a puppy inadvertently hurt because someone didn't see him under foot.
Yet, Denise's yelp was not from pain at all but from the sheer power and unexpected intensity of her sexual feelings as the muscles in her cunt and around her clit contracted convulsively under the relentless attack of her inexperienced fingers.
Denise lay quiet for several minutes. Perspiration glistened on her young skin. Her fingers, still wet from the foam of her pussy, lay against the hair of her genitals.
And as she lay there, her breathing slowing to a normal rate, a depression started floating through her body. A depression and a bored loneliness.
She walked naked into the bathroom and sat on the seat of the John, closing the door, opening the small frosted window and lighting a cigarette.
She didn't want to stay in the old, outsized, house all night. At least not alone. It was nine o'clock now, she saw from the watch her father had given her for her thirteenth birthday. Her aunt had warned her that she might be back very late.
Denise got up and tossed the cigarette into the John. She got dressed quickly and resolutely headed out of the house, to return to her own room in her own home.
CHAPTER TWO
The buses would be running for another four hours yet. But now they were peculiarly deserted. There was only an oldish man in sloppy, loose clothes who kept looking at Denise, and once and a while rubbing the front of his trousers when he thought she was not looking.
And a younger man who smiled at her once or twice and then looked away. He was apparently very shy and very embarrassed.
Denise felt very sorry for him, but was herself too unsure of herself as yet to take the initiative in striking up a conversation with the young man.
She wondered as she rode if this young man would like to put his penis into her.
Probably, she decided said that guys would take anything they could get.
Denis caught the old man looking at her again as she glanced up. She also saw that his hand was resting on the bulge at the front of his trousers.
He'd like it too, she decided. But I don't like him. He isn't nice looking or anything. I want it to be with someone I like.
She looked towards the good looking young man, but he was intently staring at the magazine in front of him, pretending to read.
Soon her stop came up and Denis hurried from the bus, half running to get home and her own room. The strong experience of sexual feeling and the loneliness of her aunt's large house made her crave the feeling of security of "being home" could bring.
Even if she didn't talk to her parents. Even if they didn't know she had come back, she would still feel secure in her own room, knowing at least that they were there.
She wanted to see them now, though. She wanted to tell them that she felt lonely and wanted to feel the security of having a home. But at the same time she was frightened.
She was sure that they would be angry at her for coming home from her aunt's house. They might call her selfish, or lecture her on how the old lady needed her especially since the woman's friend was sick.
For a moment, Denise felt a twinge of guilt at having walked out on her aunt.
But, damn it," she thought, she isn't even there.
Denise slowed as she turned the corner that lead to her house.
All the lights in the house seemed to be on. A car she couldn't remember having seen before, was parked at the curb.
A party, Denise, thought. And all her hopes for talking seriously to her parents that night vanished.
Still she could sneak up to her room and face them in the morning.
As she approached the gravel drive way that lead up to the house, Denise could hear the strong surge of music coming from the house. It was sort of nondescript music. Good for background music but not much else.
She decided on the spur of the moment that going through the side door would probably be the safest and wisest way of entering the house.
That way she could pass by the living room and go directly upstairs to her own room.
By the dim light of the side light, Denise fished her key out of her small purse and unlocked the side door. She opened it quietly and slowly, listening intently for the sound of any one coming.
When she was satisfied that she would not be running directly into somebody, Denise pushed the door open the rest of the way and tip toed up the old wooden steps. She paused near the first landing to check out where everyone was and make sure that they were not looking her way.
She didn't want the embarrassment of having to explain why she was home in front of her parent's guests.
There was no one in the kitchen so Denise felt it safe to go on. There was a butler's door between the kitchen and the living room, one of those four feet by four feet openings in the wall that are used to pass food from one room to the next without having to carry it through the doorway.
The butler's door was slightly open and Denise could not resist the chance to peek through and spy for a minute on her parents.
It was a decision that she was greatly to regret. But she went right ahead, heedless of the fact that what she saw was going to have a profound effect on her young life.
Denise knelt down by the partly opened butler's door and pressed her face close to the opening.
She saw the back of her father and it looked like he was dancing with a tall red head. She couldn't see anyone else in the room.
Then her father pulled away from the woman that he was dancing with and Denis caught her breath. She almost let out a little cry of surprise but surpressed it at the last moment.
The woman that Denise's father had been dancing with was in full view of the young girl as the couple parted. The woman was almost completely naked.
The red head stood away from Denise's father and smiled at the large man. She was dressed only in a black lace bra that held her large, pendulous breasts in place and a pair of bikini, black lace briefs.
From where she knelt, Denise could see both the woman's large dark nipples, and the heavy bush of pubic hair through the thin garments.
Shocked and fascinated both at once, Denise could not pull herself away from the scene unfolding in front of her. She wanted her father and the near naked woman.
Denise's father was oblivious to the presence of his daughter only a few feet away from where he stood admiring the full contours of the woman in front of him. In fact Mat Taylor was oblivious to almost everything but the woman in front of him.
For a fleeting moment he wondered what was happening with his wife. How was she taking this?
He had to admit that he was more than a little frightened by the whole thing. Sure he had been unfaithful to his wife before. There had been the cute blond secretary who'd lifted her skirt for him and taken him into herself on his office couch. But this was entirely different.
It had started out as sort of a joke. He and his wife had been drunk one night. Sex had been better than usual because they were both excited from flirting with another couple who they went out with every so often.
Then as they made love his wife had asked him if he'd like to have made love to the other man's wife.
He'd had to think about how to answer it. Not because he didn't immediately know the answer, but because he wondered how honest he could be with Ellen.
Finally Mat had admitted that, yes, he would have liked very much to sleep with the other woman.
"I wanted Bob, too," Ellen confessed. "When we were in the kitchen, he kissed me and I wanted to pull up my dress and have him take me right there."
Mat's reaction had been two fold. First he was jealous, but second the vision of his wife being fucked in the kitchen by another man was exciting. It seemed to increase his desire.
"I was so hot, I thought I was going to faint." Ellen said honestly. "Don't hate me, Mat."
"I won't," he assured her.
They'd talked about it again and decided that they might try it "once" But not with anyone they knew.
So they'd bought one of the numerous underground papers that carried ads for couples who wanted to meet other couples for "Unusual entertainment and good times." And had answered one of the ads.
The result was that Marcia was now nearly naked in front of him here in the living room. And heaven know what Tom was doing with Ellen up stairs.
Shit, Mat thought, I must be crazy setting up my wife to be fucked by another man.
"What's the matter?" Marcia wanted to know, still standing in front of him, her large nipples visible underneath the lace bra.
"Nothing," Mat lied.
Marcia started undoing his shirt for him. Mat finished it. Then watched as Marcia reached behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra.
The garment came away from her body and dropped to the floor. The red head rubbed her palms across her own nipples as if they itched.
Was Ellen doing the same thing for Tom upstairs? Mat wondered. For a brief second he could see the reality of Ellen's nude body pressing in passionate embrace against another man's.
"Come on, sweetheart," Marcia said, a broad smile parting her lips as she came into his arms and pressed those large, magnificent breasts against his bare chest. "Your wife is being taken care of ... and very well taken care of I may tell you."
Was she at this moment, spreading her legs open for another man? Matt reached for his half empty glass and drained it.
There was a pause.
Still in her bikini briefs, Marcia knelt down in front of Matt.
"Don't be so nervous, honey," she said, and smiled up at him.
Marcia's hands were at the front of Mat's trousers now. Her finger's expertly opened his pants and withdrew his large, yet still flacid penis. She cupped it in her hands and blew on it.
"Come, one, relax ... I'm not going to eat you," she laughed. "Or on second thought maybe I am ... do you like that ... to have a woman eat you?"
She didn't wait for a reply but brought his stirring penis to her lips.
First she planted a firm close liped kiss on its head. Then she slipped the cock into her mouth. Holding the base of it with her fingers, Marcia drew Mat's prick in and out of her mouth.
Mat felt his cock dilating ... felt it swell until it moved hard and strong in and out of the woman's mouth.
She was an expert at it. Her mouth moved over and under his prick. Her tongue licked out and circled its head before she brought it back deep into her mouth.
She sucked at it with force. Then ran her tongue over its length before pulling her mouth away.
"Come on, lover, you don't want to keep all those clothes on do you?"
Mat quickly slipped out of his trousers and undershorts.
Now, he no longer was thinking of what his wife might be doing upstairs. The force of his desire, focused his attention soley on the woman in front of him.
It was the first time that Denise had ever seen her father completely naked. His cock was standing hard out from his body, it's base hidden beneath the heavy tufts of wirey pubic hair. His balls seemed uncomfortably large.
As she watched, Denise saw Marcia draw Denise's father down to the floor next to her. She saw the redhead's mouth return to Taylor's hard cock and take its full length inside as if she were swallowing it.
Then, Denise saw her father's hand caressing the large breasts of the red head. Taylor's fingers rubbed at the large nipples until they were rigid. Then they went down to her thighs and pressed against the mound only half hidden beneath the thin black fabric.
They're going to do it right in front of me, Denise thought. Her eyes focused intently on the scene before her.
They're going to fuck right there on the floor, she told herself.
Denise was not surprised when her father's hands started to pull down the black panties on the red head's swelling hips.
Now, Denise told herself, he's going to put it in her. And she allowed her curiousity to keep her kneeling before the opening, spying on her father and the stranger he seemed about to fuck.
The young girl could hear the heavy moans of desire from the couple even over the music that still drove out of the two speakers of the phonograph.
She watched intently as her father's hand worked at the heavily tufted genitals of the woman he was with. She could even see his large fingers disappearing into the woman's body as her mouth continued caressing his large cock.
Denise could feel her own genital area grow hot and moist from watching the couple before her.
In a way that she could not even admit to herself she wished it was her out there with Mat Taylor's thick fingers buried deeply into her cunt.
Then to her surprised, Taylor's mouth pressed down between the legs of the woman. His face almost completely disappeared and his mouth wrapped around the thick bush and his tongue shot into the woman's hole.
Denise's own hands were pressed between her thighs. The muscles of her thighs contracted around her hand.
Shit, she felt so hot watching them. And she wondered what it was like having a man's mouth THERE.
Or what it was like having that large penis stuffed into your mouth.
For the first time, Denise understood what sixty-nine meant.
She'd heard the expression but really just never could picture what it must be like.
The two naked bodies did in fact seem to form a figure 69! The woman's mouth at the man's cock. The man's head between the woman's legs.
The bodies seemed to be thrashing together now. Denise wondered if they were going to do it. If her father was going to stick his penis into her vagina ... if, Denis finally put it; her father was going to fuck this woman.
As she watched, Denise slipped her hand up under her own skirt to press at the mound between her legs where the pressure seemed to be building up again. She rubbed her hand across the mound.
Then as she watched, Denise slipped one finger up under the elastic around her thigh of her panties and maneuvered her finger into her own hole.
If anything, the pleasure was even greater than it had been earlier at the aunt's house. She was surprised at the amount of moisture she found there.
It felt almost as if she had wet her pants. Her finger glistened with the foamy fluid when she brought her finger out.
"Oh, goodness," the red head called out.
It was the first words from the couple that Denise could make out.
"Oh, shit, suck me harder," the woman said," suck harder, harder."
For the first time since she had gotten home, Denise, for some reason she didn't understand, wondered where her mother was.
What would happen if her mother came home and found him like this with a woman.
But then, Denise was sure that her mother wouldn't find out. She was sure that her father would have arranged everything in detail so he would not be found out. Denise had heard that men sometimes did things with other women and then made elaborate schemes to keep the information from their wives who usually knew anyway, but just let it pass because they knew that this was just the way men were.
Despite her sudden anxiety about what her mother would do if she ever found out about her father and this woman, Denise could not pull herself away from the scene before her.
Now Taylor's hands were at the back of the woman's head, pressing his cock harder and harder into the woman's mouth.
The woman's legs were wrapped around the man's head.
Her hips undulated beneath the touch of his mouth.
Then the woman's whole body seemed to start vibrating. Her mouth worked faster and faster at the man's cock. The man's hand on her head guided the thrusts and the beat of their sex increased to a fantastic pitch.
Denise couldn't figure out what was happening right away. Then her father's body froze in a final thrust. His cock buried deep into the woman's mouth.
In a few seconds the woman pulled her mouth away from the still engorged cock. A white fluid was on one corner of her mouth.
As Denise watched. She saw the woman swallowing twice. And then smile at Denise's father. The woman's lips were wet with her father's semen.
Suddenly Denise realized that she'd better get out of there and turned to go.
CHAPTER THREE
Ellen Taylor was nervous about the whole thing. The thought of Mat having sex with the red headed woman, Marcia really wasn't what bothered her. She knew that he had had other women since they'd been married. What husband hadn't?
What bothered her most was the knowledge that her husband knew she was up in the guest room preparing to have sex with another man. With a man she didn't even know or, if she admitted the truth, didn't even particularly like.
In fact, at this moment as she stood in her underwear in the bedroom with another man, Ellen Taylor felt very much like a whore.
She was surprised a little that it wasn't all together a bad feeling. It seemed also to excite her that she was going to bed with this man who was pretty much a stranger to her, who she'd never seen before tonight.
But it wasn't all together that she was going to sleep with a stranger....
Oh, come on, she told herself, stop dressing everything up in euphemism. Face facts, you're not a child ... You're going to fuck with this man ... And in a way you can't wait to get his prick into you.
And if she was to be completely truthful about the whole thing, it wasn't the first time she'd had another man's prick in her since she'd been married to Mat. No, it wasn't the first time she'd been unfaithful. She'd done that before.
That had been at a party they'd gone to. They'd hardly known anyone there. It was really a business party given in a fancy, and gigantic hotel suit for an out of town businessman who had something to do with Mat's work.
The party was almost over. A lot of the people had left. Mat, like he sometimes had a tendency to do, had drunk a little to much. Ellen had, like a dutiful wife, gone into the kitchen to fix him some coffee so he could drive home safely.
She had to admit that she was mad at him. She hated it when he drank too much. Yet she'd gone to make him coffee anyway because even though she was mad at him she also felt a little sorry for him.
She'd searched the kitchen for coffee. She had finally found some and put the pot on to perk when one of the out of town men entered the kitchen.
He offered to help. "Not much to help with," he'd smiled and put an arm around her, without knowing why she leaned against him instead of moving away.
"It's going to be a few minutes yet," the man said.
"Yes, it is," Ellen said turning towards him.
His arms went around her and he kissed her. It wasn't really a passionate kiss to begin with and it had been Ellen who opened her mouth under the gentle pressure of his lips.
She guessed she'd drunk a little too much too.
"I think he's sleeping," the man said, meaning that Mat had dozed off waiting for her to come back with the coffee. His other meaning was just as clear.
"I'll wake him when the coffee's done," Ellen said and pressed herself against him.
His mouth lowered over hers again. She felt his hand on her breasts. Felt his erect penis pressing at her mound through both their clothes.
Then she knew she was going to do it. She made the decision herself.
"Wait a minute," she said.
The man seemed a little startled.
"Sure," he said. Then as he watched the woman he'd just met reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panties.
Ellen leaned back against the dishwasher, hiked her skirt up to her waist and carefully tucked her panties away into her hand bag.
"Now, I'm ready," she said softly.
The man came back to her and within seconds she could feel his heavy cock pressing awkwardly into her hole. She pushed herself back a little so she was just about sitting on the washer behind her, then spread her legs as wide as she could.
Penetration wasn't deep, but his cock was definitely inside her. Ellen was definitely being fucked in a strange hotel kitchen by someone she didn't know or want to know.
But that had been different, Ellen thought now, still standing in front of Tom. Still in her underwear of white lace.
Mat never did learn about that. But now he knew just what she'd come up here to do with Tom. He knew that his wife was about to be screwed by another man.
As if making a bold decision, Ellen Taylor abruptly turned away from Tom and striped out of her panties and bra. Then she blatantly turned around to face him stark naked.
"Very nice," Tom said after a short pause to take in the woman in front of him. "Yes, indeed, you're definitely a very fine woman, Ellen."
"Thank you."
"Would you like the rest of your drink?" the man asked indicating where a fresh drink sat on the dresser.
"No, thank you," Ellen turned and walked to the bed. She lay down on top of the covers. She waited for him with her legs slightly spread.
If I'm going to feel like a whore, I may as well act like one, she thought.
Tom quickly slipped out of his own clothes and approached the bed.
As he approached, Ellen spread her legs wide for him, waiting for him to enter her.
Denise couldn't believe that what she was seeing was real. How could it be?
She'd decided to come upstairs to her room instead of trying to go back to her Aunt's house which had been her first instinct when she saw that her father and the redhead were through.
Denise's room was off the guest room. In fact the guest room and Denise shared the same bathroom. Which was how Denise happened to come upon the scene of her mother lying naked in bed, her legs spread, waiting for the stranger to come to her.
Denise had heard someone in the other room as soon as she'd entered her room. Then, without knowing why, she'd crept into the connecting bath to find out what was going on.
Now she was crouched by the door which was open only about an inch and a half. Now she was watching her mother getting ready to make love with a stranger.
"You are beautiful, my dear," Denise heard the man say.
"Thank you," her mother smiled.
"This is going to be a great pleasure," he said.
"For both of us," Ellen Taylor's arms were outstreched to welcome the man into them.
As Denise watched, the large man approached the bed. His cock was erect and amazingly large, Denise saw. And a thrill of excitement ran through her young body, starting from her breasts and running down between her legs.
The couple was positioned on the bed in such a way that they were turned sideways towards the young girl who watched so intently from the slightly opened bathroom door.
She saw the man climb up onto the bed and between her mother's thighs as it had happened downstairs when Denise had come across her father engaging in explicit sex play with the red head. Denise could not pull herself away from the scene before her. She felt frozen to the spot, unable to move. She hardly even breathed.
Ellen felt the first pressures of Tom's body on hers and a great bolt of excitement ran through her.
It was much the same glorious feeling she'd experienced as a young girl when petting in the back seat of a car. She felt more excited than she could remember feeling in a long, long time.
Ellen opened her eyes and watched the man lowering himself onto her. He had not yet entered her. She opened her lips to his and felt their tongues engage.
Yes, it was so much like that first time years ago in the back seat of the car. So much the forbidden act. So much a blatant flaunting of her own sexuality.
"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked, whispering against Tom's lips.
Tom smiled broadly. She seemed so different once he got her alone. Downstairs she had seemed so demure. So almost puritanically shy. But now that they were alone a strong sexual nature was coming out in her.
Tom did not answer her.
"I don't know why," Ellen started slowly, "but I want to kiss it for you ... I want to take it in my mouth and suck hard on it." Ellen was surprised at her own words. She had never really enjoyed oral sex. She'd only done it a couple times with her husband when he'd pressed her. And after awhile, he hadn't pressed her to do it anymore so Ellen had not brought it up again.
But now she felt quite a strong urge to do the very thing she considered deep down to be a little disgusting. She could never remember having had this urge as strong before. Maybe it was the forbidden, and daring situation they were in that made her want to do things she didn't normally do.
This time, Ellen didn't wait for a reply, she pressed Tom away from her a little and her head ducked down to his throbbing prick.
First she planted a tight lipped kiss on the edge of the man's large glans penise, she pressed her tongue out at it. Then Ellen opened her lips and slid them down over the giant shaft, taking in as much as she could.
She felt it pressed back into her mouth, almost into her throat as Tom raised his hips under her touch.
Her hand massaged Tom's large cock just below her lips, up and down. The bulbous head of his cock pressed at the back of her mouth.
Without a thought, purely on an impulse, Ellen took her mouth from his cock and started licking with her tongue all around his genital area, feeling the rough texture of his heavy black pubic hair against her tongue and lips.
Playfully she took one of his large balls into her mouth. The pubic hair felt strange inside her mouth. She licked it, then let it slide out between her lips. Once more her mouth moved to his prick and she took it deep into her mouth.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, lifting her head. "Do you like that ... do you like the way I suck at you ... the feel of my mouth on your prick?"
"Beautiful baby."
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Ellen rolled onto her back.
"Yes, yes, I want you now."
"Come fuck me." Ellen said, enjoying the sound of the words.
She raised her legs as Tom pressed down between them. She felt the hard head of his penis press at the opening to her vagina, and reached her hand down to spread her lips to make his entrance easier. His large prick started its slow entrance.
"Oh, gosh," she moaned. "Come fuck me, hard ... I need you to fuck me."
Her legs hung in the air on either side of his body as his cock pressed into her hole, pushing aside the muscular walls of her cunt as he completed his first thrust.
"Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh, it feels so good ... Your cock feels so good."
The rhythm increased and Ellen wrapped her legs tightly around his hips as his cock pounded into her cunt.
Denise watched the frantic motions in front of her. She had heard every word that they'd exchanged and was shocked at the way her mother was talking.
Deep down somewhere inside her, Denise felt the stab of a great pain. It was as if something had been ripped from her. Something that she valued very highly.
Denise felt as if a surgeon with shaking, unsure hands had operated on her guts. Torn something out that she didn't want to lose.
For a moment, Denise thought that she was going to burst into tears right there.
Now she had to leave. She couldn't even think about staying in that house overnight. Not tonight anyway. She had to be alone to think things out. Everything seemed changed. And she didn't want things to have changed. She was basically happy the way things had been when she'd left for her aunt's on Saturday morning.
Gosh, how could she face her parents when she had to see them Sunday afternoon? Questions kept shooting through her mind like bolts of lightning. She didn't even have time to consider one thought before it was replaced by another.
Oh, gosh, what if they find out I know?
There were tears building up in Denise's eyes now. She pulled back from the door, leaving behind the heavy moanings of her mother and that man who was in there fucking her.
She hurried back down the stairs and out the back way. As she stood in the silent night air the sobs started racking through her body.
Gosh, how could they? Was this why they sent her away one weekend every month?
Denise walked slowly to the bus stop wiping her eyes as she walked. She took out a cigarette and smoked it quickly waiting for the bus.
On the way back to her aunt's she didn't even notice who was in the bus with her. She couldn't have told if the bus was empty or full.
The trip home seemed to take forever. And through the whole trip she kept seeing the image of her father and that redhead, and her mother and the stranger.
Several times she thought she was going to burst into tears again right on the bus, but somehow she managed to hold them back at least until her stop came up and she was alone in the night air once more.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time Denise reached her aunt's house, tears were once more coursing down her young cheeks. For a moment she was terrified that her aunt would be home and she'd have to explain where she'd gone.
She paused for a moment.
But the only lights on in the house were those Denise could remember leaving on.
Just the same she went in the back way.
There was no one there. She went directly to her room and scribbled a note to her aunt that she was very tired and had decided to go to bed rather than waiting up for her.
She signed it "love, Denise" and placed it on the table in the front hall where her Aunt would find it as soon as she got in.
Denise quickly got undressed and ran into the shower. Though she had showered earlier that evening she felt that she had to wash herself clean after seeing what she had.
Just as she was coming out of the shower and wrapping a heavy terry cloth towel around her, the phone started ringing.
Oh, gosh, she thought, what if my aunt has been trying to get me all evening and there hasn't been any answer?
What can I tell her?
Yes, yes, I'll tell her I was out in the yard, sitting and thinking, and didn't hear the phone ringing.
She hurried to the bedside phone and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello, dear." It was her aunt and Denise's breath caught in her throat.
"Oh, hi." Denise said, feeling ridiculous and pent up with nervous tension.
"I wanted to call you earlier," her aunt's voice said through the phone, "but I just didn't get a chance. I'm sorry if I woke you ... I'm afraid poor Grace isn't doing very well...."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Denise said automatically, wonderfully relieved that her aunt hadn't tried to get her earlier when she hadn't been there.
"I've called in a nurse to stay with her, but I'm afraid I must stay here until the nurse comes."
"I understand," Denise said.
"She should be here within an hour ... I'll be home right after that."
"All right."
"Don't wait up for me though ... it might be longer and you need your sleep."
"I'd already left a note for you on the hall table," Denise explained. "I am so very tired tonight and I just can't seem to keep my eyes open."
"That's quite all right dear ... I wanted to call before you fell asleep so you wouldn't worry."
"Thank you," Denise said. "I appreciate that ... Don't rush on my account though, I'm doing perfectly fine here all by myself."
"There's food in the fridge if you want a snack before retiring, dear."
"Thank you ... I'll see you in the morning."
"All right, dear. Bye now."
"Goodbye, Auntie."
Denise let the receiver drop into the cradle with a sigh of relief.
At least she wouldn't have to talk with her aunt tonight and as far as her aunt knew, Denise had been there all night waiting for her.
That was close, Denise thought. Gosh, I wish I'd just stayed here tonight.
Denise heard her aunt come in and knew that the old lady would look in on her. So she pretended to be asleep.
Her aunt came in and pulled the covers up a little higher on her and Denise felt an involuntary wave of warmth and love towards the elderly woman.
As soon as she left, and closed the door behind her, Denise climbed out of bed and dug out her diary. She knew she would have to burn it later, but she felt it might help her if she wrote all her reactions down. There was enough moonlight coming in through the large window to allow her to see what she was writing.
"Dear Diary," she wrote.
"Tonight I saw something horrifying. I'm staying at my aunt's as I do one weekend every month, but my aunt had to go out to see a sick friend.
"I got very bored, diary, so I decided I would go home. I don't like this huge old house when I'm the only one in it. It's spooky and cold. It also has a lot of creaks and squeaks in its woodwork.
"I did enjoy walking naked through the halls earlier though I don't know what made me do that. I just did it without thinking and it was very nice.
"But that's not what's bothering me. I did go home and I saw my parents with other people. They were having sex with people other than each other.
"It was frightening."
Denise looked out the window and felt a small tear welling up and over running her right eye. It trickled down her cheek and she let out an involuntary sob before she was able to bring herself under control and continue.
"My father was with a redhead. They were downstairs in the living room. They both got completely undressed and the woman took my father's penis into her mouth. Dad seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
"I don't think finding my father and this woman together bothered me as much as what came later. In fact, I watched him and that woman for a long time.
"My father did something to her too with his mouth. I'm not sure just what he was doing, but he had his mouth down between her legs and it looked like he was kissing her there while her mouth took his penis into it.
"In a way it was very exciting...I knew from books that men sometimes need women other than their wives to keep them satisfied.
"As I said, that didn't bother me too much ... I mean I was shocked and everything, but it didn't hurt like what came later.
"I decided to go upstairs and spend the night home. But I found my mother upstairs with another man.
"That was the horrible part.
"She was with another man. He was tall and dark and I guess you could call him handsome ... In a way he was the type of man.
I'd like to have ... but he was with my mother and they were in the bedroom together.
"I guess my father knew about it, but I don't understand how he could just stay downstairs with that redhead while he knew Mother was upstairs, undressing for this stranger.
"She got completely undressed in front of the man. And she was talking like one of those bad women in the novels I've sometimes read.
"She was saying things like 'fuck me' and horrible things like that ... She even told him his cock felt good in her.
"I don't know how she could do something like that. Not with Father downstairs.
"I guess I just don't understand at all...but it hurt me to see my mother acting like that...."
I mean mothers are supposed to be so good and everything and there she was lying naked on the bed showing all her private parts to the man and asking him to do it to her. Not like that either. She came right out and said 'fuck me.' Just like that. Just like a prostitute.
"Gosh, I don't know what I'm going to do. The whole thing has been so confused.
"How could Dad let her do it ... How could he let her fuck with that other man while he knew it was going on? Right in our own house too?
"In a way I hate her now ... I really do...I wish I knew how to get even with her...Maybe the hurt would go away if I could get even.
"But I don't know what I can do that would hurt her. Unless I can take something away from her like she did to me.
"I've never felt so hurt in all my life ... I feel like she deliberately hurt me and I have no way to get back at her.
"She's always given me these lectures on how I should always act like a good woman. How I shouldn't let boys go too far with me or they'll lose respect for me.
"Bullshit ... how could she say all those things to me and still give herself to that man right in our own house?
"How could she betray Dad and me like that?"
Denise stopped writing for a while. She needed a cigarette badly so she listened intently to make sure that her aunt wasn't still up, then walked softly and slowly into the bathroom.
She opened the little window above the John to let the smoke out and lit up.
As she smoked she caught her reflection in the mirror.
She thoughtfully examined herself. Yes, she had grown up quite a bit over the last year. She was becoming a quite desirable young woman.
Then as she watched herself in the mirror, she knew what she was going to do. Knew how she was going to get back at her mother.
She quickly finished the cigarette and went back to her diary.
"I know what I have to do now ... There is only one way I can repay the hurt.
"I am going to take my mother's lover away from her. I am going to act the way she acted. I am going to become what she has become rather than what she tells me I should be. "It is the only way."
Denise turned over onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling. She could see an image of the tall, dark man, his body completely naked, his large organ sticking out in front of him. Only now as she conjured up the image he was approaching her. He was going to make love to her ... not to her mother, but to her.
"Fuck me," Denise whispered quietly into the night.
"Why, hello dear," Ellen Taylor said surprised at seeing her daughter at the front door with her bag.
It was Sunday afternoon and Ellen had been planning to drive over and pick Denise up from her aunt's. Now she wouldn't have to.
"Hello, mother," Denise said coolly. She usually embraced her mother when she came home from a weekend away but this time she just stepped past her and walked into the living room. She placed her bag down by the door and looked around.
Her mouth fell open a little ways. The other couple were still there, sitting on the sofa, smiling at her like they were relatives or something. Well, maybe the fact that they'd shared her parents sexually, Denise thought, maybe they were relatives in a way.
Once she regained her composure, Denise walked right up to the man and said:
"Hi, I'm Denise."
"Hi, I'm Tom Branton, and this is my wife Marcia." He got up and took her hand to shake it. "You are certainly a very charming young lady."
"Why thank you Mr. Branton." Denise smiled her best smile and held onto his large, strong hand much longer than she need have.
Tom Branton seemed a little embarrassed by the prolonged contact.
So you're the man who fucked my mother, Denise thought. And you're the man who's going to fuck me too. She smiled again and turned towards Marcia Branton.
"Hello," Denise said.
"Hello, dear."
Denise hated women who called her dear. Every woman except her aunt. She had a right to. This woman didn't even know her.
"The name's Denise," the young girl said sternly.
"Denise?" her mother said warningly, shocked at the tone of her daughter's voice.
Denise turned towards her mother.
"I think I'll go upstairs and change."
"That's a good idea, dear," her mother said.
Denise didn't even look at her, but walked right past her mother and ran up the stairs.
"She's a charming girl," Marcia said.
"Yes, she is," Ellen admitted. "I guess she's over tired, she doesn't usually act like that."
"Oh, forget it." Marcia said.
"You must be very proud," Tom Branton put in.
"Yes, we are," Mat said seriously, "she doesn't know a thing about what has happened here this weekend and it's vitally important to us that she never finds out about it."
"Oh, we understand completely," Marcia said, kindly, "our own children have no idea that we get together for weekends with other couples and our oldest is in her twenties."
"I'm glad we understand each other then," Mat said and went into the kitchen to fix some drinks.
"Wouldn't everyone like to go for a swim?" Mat asked as he carried four drinks out onto the patio. "I've just had it cleaned out this week ... Haven't had a chance to even try it myself yet."
Denise came out of the house in a skirt and blouse. She pulled a chair up to the round metal table and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale off the tray and brought it to her lips.
"Denise," her mother said abruptly, "That's Tom Branton's soda for his drink."
"That's all right, Ellen, I have quite enough already, she can have it."
"I think we should all go for a swim," Denise announced. Her eyes looked directly at Mat Branton. He caught her gaze and held it for a few moments before looking down at his drink once more.
"At least I'm going to," Denise said. She got up from the chair and immediately undid her blouse.
"Denise!" The shock in her mother's voice almost made Denise laugh.
"It's quite all right, mother, I do have my swim suit on underneath."
"Even so, Denise, I don't think it is quite proper for a young lady to undress in front of guests no matter what she has on underneath her clothing."
"You don't?" Denise held her mother's eyes for a few minutes. "Don't see the harm myself." She slipped out of her skirt and dashed off for the pool.
Much of the pool was above ground. A large rosewood fence surrounded it and in effect shielded anyone swimming from prying eyes.
Denise was tempted to discard her bathing suit as well as her other clothes, but she thought that might be going a little too far. She didn't want to scare Tom off, did she? Not before she even had a chance to get even with her mother.
The young girl was sure that Tom had gotten her message. That he would be down at the pool swimming with her in a matter of minutes.
Using long hard strokes, Denise lapped the pool several times, then dove under and almost made it the full length of the pool before she had to come up for air.
When she did come up, Tom Branton was standing at the side of the pool. He was focusing a camera on her.
"Hold it," he called and snapped the shutter. "Very good, Denise," he said with a large smile that was more than friendly. "You instinctively did the right thing."
"And what was that?" Denise swam to the side of the pool and held onto the side with her arms. She let her chin rest on her arms as she looked up at him.
"You looked right into the camera," Tom explained. "It looked very nice."
"Thank you."
Denise pushed her body a little away from the side of the pool. She saw the older man's eyes move down to the top of her bathing suit. She knew that he could probably see her breasts almost all the way to the nipples.
She smiled up at him.
He was really a good looking man. Even more so in his bathing suit than in clothes. Most men Denise had seen in bathing suits looked much better in clothes than without.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked, one eyebrow raising as she did so.
"Not quite yet. I'd like to take more pictures of you if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," Denise told him, smiling right at him and looking into his eyes. He had gotten the message, she thought.
"Good, good."
"Here, give me a hand out," Denise reached a hand up. She felt his large strong hand grasp hers and start to raise her from the water. She kicked with her feet and she twisted around so she could sit on the side of the pool.
A good view, she asked silently. She knew that this time he had seen all of her breasts. The top of her suit was slightly loose and when she bent forward fell away from her breasts.
"Turn sideways now and bring your legs up. Hug them with your arms and turn this way," Tom Branton instructed, bringing the camera up once more to his face. "That's good ... That's very good."
"Cheeze," Denise said.
After Tom Branton had taken several more pictures of her, Denise got up and perched on the side of the pool. She was bent over at the waist. Her arms were straight out in back of her. She turned her face towards Branton.
"Race you," she said teasingly. Then she waited until Branton had put his camera back into its case.
"Go," she yelled and dove gracefully into the pool.
She knew she would beat him and she had to admit that she'd started before he'd had a chance to get ready. Nevertheless it was a close race.
"You cheated," Branton accused, smiling.
"Woman's prerogative," Denise smiled. "I just took a handicap to make it more even."
Her hand slammed through the water splashing the other man.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself Denise shoved more water into his face.
"Why you," Branton dove after her.
Denise felt the hard muscles of his body as he caught her and came up in front of her.
She allowed herself to lean into him. Her breasts flattened against his chest. She could feel the bulge of his penis against her belly.
Denise wriggled away from him.
Branton charged after her. Caught her from behind. For a brief moment his hands covered her breasts as if by accident.
Denise turned into him. Once more her body was pressed full length against his. Once more she could feel the bulge of his penis pressing into the firm flesh of her abdomen.
"Okay, I give," she laughed. "Let's go dry off ... I'm tired."
On the side of the pool Branton lit a cigarette as he dried himself briskly. His eyes never left Denise except for the split second it took to bring the flame into contact with the cigarette.
"Are you a professional photographer?" Denise asked rubbing the towel up on her thigh, then over her belly.
"No, no, I'm just an amateur. I do it strictly for my own enjoyment."
"What do you do then?"
"I'm a businessman, vice president of Cromwell and Singer. I do okay for myself."
"Will you teach me photography ... I've always been fascinated by it."
That was a he, Denise knew, but it was the only opening she'd found to see this man again. She couldn't seduce him right in her own back yard. At least, not with her parents and his wife only about fifty feet away.
"I don't know ... You'll have to ask your parents I guess. If they say it's all right, then I'd be glad to teach you. If you really want to learn."
This was the important part, Denise knew. She spoke slowly, looking right into his eyes. If he didn't go along with it now she'd be set back and might not be able to get at him at all.
"Listen, I really am interested," she started, still looking him straight in the eye," but I'd feel better about it if you didn't ask my parents ... You know how they can be sometimes."
Denise was pretty sure that her mother would not let her be alone with Branton ... not after what they'd done together.
"I don't know," Branton said slowly. "I really think we should...."
"Oh, never mind," Denise said and turned away. If he hadn't been looking she would have crossed her fingers. This was it.
Denise lit herself a cigarette and waited, pretending to be completely absorbed in drying herself off.
"All right," Branton said after a while, "if you want to learn I'm willing."
"And you won't tell my parents anything about it?" Denise asked.
"Not a word." His eyes dropped down to her halter once more. "You're a big girl now ... I guess it's up to you ... You know your parents better than I."
That depends on how you mean, Denise thought.
"Great," she said, "when can we get together for the first lesson?"
A twinge of sexual excitement coursed through her body and concentrated in her pubic area.
"I'm afraid it'll have to wait till next weekend ... How about Saturday afternoon?"
"That's fine," Denise said with a large smile, "Thank you."
Denise brushed by him and started back to the house.
"See you Saturday," she called and was gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Denise had never been to a drive-in movie before. Her parents never let her go. But this time she'd lied to them about where John was taking her.
She didn't think her parents approved of John anyway, he was three years older than she was and her parents thought thirteen was a little too young to start dating.
They'd finally given in, though. And Denise had told them that she was going to a birthday party for one of the girls at school. They'd all go to the movies together and then go back to John's house for cake and ice cream. Her parents had believed her.
John was pretty interested in the first feature. It was a spy movie and had plenty of action.
He was a tall boy, just getting out of being completely awkward. Now he was becoming an athlete. He hadn't made the varsity in any sport yet, but he'd probably make it next year.
His hair was dark and clipped short enough so his scalp showed through. His body was in perfect condition, strong and thin. His eyes were a deep brown that you couldn't read and his hands were too large for him.
That meant, Denise decided, that he hadn't stopped growing yet.
"Oh come on," he'd said when she told him about her theory and his hands.
"No, it's true," Denise insisted. "I'm sure I read about some place. And besides there are very few grown ups who have hands too large for them."
"All right, all right, I believe you," he'd said and lit her a cigarette.
This conversation was, going on during intermission. Denis smoked quietly. She waited for the spot lights to go off and the second feature to start.
She had to force herself to keep her mind from being monopolized by thoughts of meeting Tom Banton the next afternoon. She wasn't sure she was ready for him yet. Though she had gone through as many books on sex as she could get her hands on.
They hadn't told her too much that she wanted to know, most of them were just semi-medical things about how babies are born.
One was different though, it was a manual that showed all the different positions you could do it in. She'd liked that book.
It had talked about petting, and oral sex and a couple perversions that Denise couldn't see anyone being interested in, yet she guessed they must be. The book said that almost everyone had one kind of mild perversion or another.
Finally the second feature started. It ended up being a pretty dull comedy.
Denise snuggled over to John as the credits came on and took his cigarette from his mouth for a couple of drags. Then she put it back.
John looked over at her and took her hand.
"Do you think I'm pretty, John?" Denise watched his half lit profile as he smoked and his eyes remained on the screen.
"Yes, I think you are very pretty."
"John?"
"Huh?"
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"I'm with you aren't I?" He looked over at her and smiled.
Denise felt his hand increased its pressure on hers.
"I don't mean that," Denise explained slowly, "I mean have you really been with a girl ... You know ... been with a girl."
"Oh," he took several more drags before continuing.
"Yeah, once," he said finally. "I see."
For a while both of them watched the movie. "What was it like, John?" Denise asked finally as the movie grew duller. "What was what like?"
"Being with a girl."
"It was all right, I guess."
"Just all right?"
"Yeah, I mean it wasn't all wonderful and earth shaking like everyone says it is ... ," he was looking intently at the pretty girl beside him, wondering what the hell it was that she was getting at.
"You really had it ... ,uh, inside her?"
"Sure, sure."
"What was she like?"
"Just a girl."
"Was she pretty?"
"Not really."
"Then why did you go out with her?"
"Why all the questions?"
"I'm just curious," Denise accepted a cigarett from his then pressed him for an answer. "Why did you go out with her if she wasn't pretty."
John took a deep drag off the cigarette and let it trail out of his mouth.
"Because I knew that she'd do it ... You know ... There are some girls who everyone knows do it ... so I asked her out and well ... we just did it."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"You mean she just pulled up her skirt and let you do it to her?"
"Something like that," John said. He lit another cigarette. The conversation was beginning to get on his nerves a little too much. Yet, he didn't want to stop her until he found out what was behind all the questions.
"Did you take any precautions?"
"Of course, she wouldn't do it unless I used something," John said still wondering what the hell it was that this kid was getting at.
There was a long silence while they finished cigarettes, but neither of them was much interested in the inept comedy on the screen before them.
John could feel the soft pressure of her young breasts on his arm as they sat very close together. Her hand was still in his and every once in a while she would squeeze his hand and he would return the pressure.
"John?" Denise asked finally.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to do it to me?" Her face was turned to his.
John looked over at her. Her expression was one of complete seriousness.
"For Pete's sakes, he thought, what kind of a girl have I found myself with?
Of course he'd like to screw her, what healthy guy wouldn't. She was a very attractive girl. Long hair, nice face and a figure that seemed to be developed far more than her cronological age. He felt a bolt of excitement when she'd asked the question and a fleeting image of her in the back seat, her skirt bunched up at her waist, her pussy exposed to him, fleeted through his racing mind.
"I don't have anything," was all he said after an awkward pause.
From now on, he promised himself, I'm going to make sure I always have something with me.
Denise brought the hand she was holding up to her breast and pressed it into the soft flesh. She could feel her nipples grown hard under the pressure. Once more the tingling sensation centered in her loins.
"Kiss me," she said simply.
John turned to her upturned face and slowly lowered his face to hers until their lips touched.
Denise's pink tongue licked out and over the boys lips just as their mouths came in contact with each others.
"Denise," John said softly.
Then their mouths were hard against each other, their tongue intertwined. The palm of John's hand at the young girl's breast turned to cup the soft mound of flesh. He could feel the turgid nipple through the cloth of her thin blouse. He could feel that there was nothing under the thin material but her bare breasts.
Denise moaned deep in her throat like she had read women should be in the books. Her hand came over John's and pressed it more firmly against her breasts.
His hand started massaging the flesh now in a slow rhythm.
Then as they kissed deeply, John's fingers started working at the buttons on the front of her blouse. Denise felt her skin goose flesh when his hand slipped underneath the material of her blouse and came in contact with the bare flesh of her breasts.
She pressed her breast firmly into the palm of his hand. Then felt his lips traveling all over her face, then down the side of her neck, to her shoulder, then on down until his hard lips pressed around her pink nipple.
This time the young girl's moans were not feigned. She felt a strong build up of desire as he took her nipple between his lips and sucked on it.
"Oh, John," she moaned. "Don't stop ... It feels so wonderful."
His hand needed her breast as his lips pressed around the firm, rigid nipple between his lips. Her hand held his head firmly to her breasts as he sucked.
"You're breasts are beautiful," he told her looking up from where his head rested against their firm roundness.
"Thank you," Denise sighed.
"I mean it," John persisted. "They're as beautiful as any I've ever seen any place ... As beautiful as any I've seen even in magazines."
"You really mean that?" Denise wanted to know. The touch of his lips on her breasts was driving her crazy. She felt one of his hands slip down to rest on her leg just above the knee. "Yes, honestly."
She could feel his hand moving upward now. Chills of excitement coursed through her as his hand reached, then went under the hem of her skirt.
Denise pressed closer to the boy, felt his questing hand on her bare thigh now.
His lips returned to hers and she drank in his kisses as if she'd been thirsting for a long time.
As they kissed passionately, Denise's small hand moved down over the boys chest, then over his stomach until it came to rest on the bulge at the front of his trousers.
She felt his body stiffen at the touch. Then felt his passion increase as he kissed her even more violently and raised himself, pressing his swollen penis up into the palm of her hand. She rubbed it slowly.
Now his hand was pressing the mound between her legs separated from her only by the thin cotton of her panties. Again Denise moaned.
Then Denise pulled away from his embrace.
"Wait a minute," she said excitedly.
Then with a single movement she raised herself from the seat. Her hands went up under skirt and brought down the panties with them. She pulled them off over her feet and turned to tuck them carefully into her purse. Then she turned to him slowly.
"Now you can touch me all you want, John," the young girl said softly.
John tried hard not to show any of the surprise he was feeling. He'd always thought there were just two kinds of girls; those who would and those who wouldn't. When you wanted to go out and have a good time with someone you liked you'd be with a girl who wouldn't. That was just the way things were, he'd thought.
Then there were the girls who would. Like Sally, the slightly dumpy, bleached blond who he'd taken to this very same drive in the week end before. She was the type of girl who everyone knew did it. She'd go down. And on that fact was based the whole reason for anyone taking her out. If you were seen with her, everyone knew, or just assumed that you were taking her out to get some.
She had been rather unbelievable herself, John remembered . ... It wasn't really like he'd expected it to be. He'd thought of passionate embraces. Soft words uttered even if they were lies and both parties involved knew it.
No, it hadn't been like that. It had all been rather chemical. Well below his expectations of that first great tie. It was so cut and dried too. Sort of like what John thought being with a whore must be like.
They both knew at the beginning of the date what was going to happen. Sally knew that he wanted to take her out so he could screw her. He knew that she'd spread her legs for anyone as the guys at school put it.
So they'd gone to a drive-in movie because he couldn't think of anyplace else to take her.
He wondered what she got out of it. Sure he'd lent her a couple of bucks, but she'd promised to pay that back. So she wasn't really a whore was she?"
Still it all had been almost business like. They'd sat at the movie and as soon as it had started she had moved over next to him.
He'd turned to her. She'd immediately been ready to be kissed.
They'd hardly even spent any time making out. She'd just come into his arms raising her skirt so he could get at her. Spreading her legs so he could get her panties off.
He'd hardly felt her up. He'd just climbed on top of her and they'd pounded together for less than five minutes before it was over.
Denise wasn't like that though. Or at least he hadn't thought she was.
Well, he didn't want to think about it now. Apparently she was ready for a good time tonight. And even though he hadn't brought anything with him, he could at least do everything but.
Denise felt John's hands on her again. Once more they were traveling up under her skirt. Once more his hand cupped the mound between her thighs. But this time there was nothing between him and her. The panties were gone.
Denise gasped as she felt his finger enter her. At first it hurt and she was going to tell him to take his hand away, but the hurting didn't last more than a few seconds and soon their tongue touched again and she was lost in the firm embrace.
It really wasn't that much different than masturbating. Denise thought as John's fingers probed deep inside her.
Denise's hand reached over and once more cupped the strong bulge of his penis. Awkwardly she unzipped the boy's pants and brought the turgid penis out. Then she started stroking it slowly like she'd read about in the books.
Their kisses became more frantic and the action of their hands, each on the other increased pace. Denise felt a swell building up inside her. One much stronger than she'd felt the other night when she'd been alone.
She felt his fingers deep inside her hole and moved her hips to increase their pressure.
Her hand stroked his cock faster and faster.
"Back inside," he called suddenly. "Put it back inside my pants."
She obeyed immediately but continued to stroke him.
Within seconds she felt a pool of wetness spread under her hand and felt the rhythmic throbbing of his cock.
Seconds later she relaxed, his head fell down to her shoulder.
Denise realized that it was over. And the building up inside subsided as he pulled his hand away.
"Hope it dries before I get home," John said and reached in his pocket for a cigarette.
CHAPTER SIX
Denise had forgotten what it was like to be so out in the open that there were no houses and paved streets or noisy cars within sight.
It seemed very strange, to her that there was such a place as this so close into town. It had only taken her and Tom Branton an hour to drive out of town to reach this apparently deserted part of the state.
"It's beautiful," she said to no one really but herself as she looked around.
As far as she could see there were only rolling green hills dotted with heavy clumps of woods that seemed undisturbed. Green stretched out from each direction almost like a carpet.
The sky was a clear transparent blue. Tiny puffs of white clouds dotted it. The sun was bright and hot. It seemed brighter out here than it did in town.
The air was crisp and clear, it felt good to take a deep breath and a mild couch that Denise had woken up with that morning had entirely disappeared and they'd reached the country.
The first thing Denise did was climb the highest lull. It really wasn't a hard climb, but they were already above most of the surrounding country by the time they parked Branton's sports car.
When she reached the top, Denise spun around with her arms flung wide.
"It's the most beautiful place I've ever been in my life," she called into the clear air. "I love it here ... I could stay here forever."
Branton came up the hill behind her but had the good sense not to interrupt her mood as she looked out over the plush countryside.
Off to Denise's left, a dense woods built up, clinging to the side of the steep lull, and flowing off into the distance. Beyond the distant edge of the woods, she could make out several farm houses. There were also specks of brown and black around the green pastures which she was sure were cows. Or maybe they were horses. She couldn't tell from the distance.
"I can't believe it," she said simply. A smile seemed permanently embedded across her face as she looked out over everything in front of her.
"Oh, look," she called loudly, speaking this time to Branton rather than herself, "it's a lake," her finger pointed off to her left.
Branton came up behind her. Their bodies just touched as he followed her finger.
"Yes, you're right ... It is a lake," he said, his face close to hers.
"Can I take a picture of the lake? ... Oh, please," Denise pleased.
"Sure, sure what ever you want ... I even brought along a camera you can use so we both can take pictures at the same time."
"Thank you," Denise smiled excitedly. "Show me how to use it."
"It's really quite simple," he handed her the hand size camera. "You look through this part here," he demonstrated with his own more expensive and more complex 35mm single-lense reflex.
Denise brought the camera up to her face and looked through the eye piece.
"But I can't see anything ... It's all black in here," she protested.
"Let me see,"
"All right."
"Why you forgot to take the lense off ... no wonder you can't see anything."
"But you didn't tell me to take anything off. You just said to look through ;L"
"I stand corrected," Branton smiled at her. "First you take the lense cap off ... then you look through the eye piece and find what you want to take a picture of."
"It's all blurry."
"You have to focus it ... It's the furthest ring from the body of the camera ... On the lense."
"This one?"
"Yes, but keep your fingers from in front of the lense or else you'll get finger prints on the lense which are hell to get off ... Or worse yet, you'll get a picture of your own big fat finger."
"My fingers are not fat."
"It's a figure of speech," Branton explained wondering if this girl was toying with him like a puppy dog with an old bone.
"Turn it slowly until everything becomes clear," he explained.
"Oh, look, it's beautiful through here ... I aim it where I want to shoot?"
"That's right."
"Then what do I do."
"Everything else is done automatically."
"Oh."
"Just focus on what you want to take then push the little button next to your right thumb."
"Okay."
Denise squeezed her left eye shut and concentrated on the picture in front of her that she saw through the lense of the camera.
"Hold it steady now," Branton was right-behind her. Denise could feel the warmth of his body on her back.
"Hold your breath when you're ready to shoot," Branton told her.
"Ready,"
"Then go ahead and take your picture." Denise held her breath and pressed the shutter button. The camera made a low click. "There,"
"That's all there is to it?" Denise asked obviously proud of herself. "It's a start."
Denise turned around and her breasts pressed against Branton's arm.
"Aren't you going to take a picture?" Denise asked with a surprise look on her face. "It's really a very beautiful lake."
"Not quite yet," Branton explained. I think I'll look around for something to take a picture of.
Denise thought that he was going off on his own. She didn't want that.
Though she was having a marvelous time she hadn't forgot her mission to seduce this older man. She had to do it to get even with her mother. There was no other way. Or at least she couldn't think of one.
"Why don't you take some pictures of me?" Denise asked in an obviously flirtacious way.
"All right, but you'll have to take off that bulky sweater you have drapped around your shoulders."
"That's all right ... It's much warmer than I thought it would be."
"All right now...." Branton looked around him trying to pick out a place to take some good pictures of the young girl. He finally had an idea.
"Let's go down to the edge of the woods," he suggested putting the lense cap back on his own camera.
"Fine."
As they walked down to the edge of the wood, Denise reached over and took the older man's hand.
Branton looked over at her for a brief moment, but did not take his hand out of hers. Her hand felt so small in his.
He couldn't make up his mind whether this girl was really child or woman. Probably he decided for the time being, she is half of each. Half petulant child not completely aware of what her action's effects would be. Half needful woman realizing that she had a definite and very strong effect on males.
"Stand over there by that big tree," Branton told her when they got to the woods.
Denise tossed her sweater on the ground and walked over towards the tree he had indicated.
She was glad that she'd worn a skirt rather than slacks. She was also glad that she'd had the forsight to not put on a bra. The blouse was thin enough so that she knew he could see that outline of her nipples through the material. Her skirt was short and if she sat down, it would seem quite accidental that he could see up under her skirt to the white laced panty briefs she had bought Friday afternoon. She'd bought them just for him.
"Like this?" The young girl asked, turning back to face Tom Branton.
"That's fine, but try to relax more. If you're stiff the photograph will show it ... There put her hand on your hip ... That's good ... No turn slightly to your right so the light catches you."
Denise obeyed, she realized that the sun was to her right side and slightly behind her. That would mean that her blouse, with the sun behind it, would be almost completely transparent.
But Branton seemed to be concentrating on his camera. He kneeled down about three feet from her and squinted into the view finger.
"Move a little to the left," he ordered.
Denise obeyed and wondered if he had any designs on her at all. She knew that he had been staring down the front of her swim suit last Sunday.
Branton took several photographs of the young girl. She was truly a beautiful girl and would be an even more beautiful woman someday.
"That's good," he said finally, "Let's go find someplace else to shoot."
"Okay," Denise ran over and grabbed up her sweater. But she didn't put it on again.
An hour later Branton suggested that they go back to his car. He'd brought some sandwiches and beer. He was sorry, he said that he'd forgotten to bring soda for her, but he did have a thermos of coffee, "Beer's fine," Denise said.
"They're beautiful," Denise shouted.
Branton had pulled out some pictures that he'd taken of her the week before. He'd printed them up so he could show them to her today.
"I don't look too bad in a bathing suit," Denise said watching him for a reaction.
"No, you don't ... In fact, you look quite beautiful in these pictures."
"Why thank you."
"It's the truth."
Denise was sprawled on the grass about three feet from the car. Branton was leaning against the car and finishing up his second sandwich.
"Another sandwich?" he asked.
"No, thanks ... But I'll take another beer if you have it."
"Don't get yourself drunk now," Branton chided.
"Don't worry about that ... I like beer ... drink it all the time when I'm home," she lied.
Denise crawled over to accept the beer, then moved back to where she'd been sitting on her sweater. Her legs were extended towards Branton and she pulled on leg up to lean on as if completely oblivious to the fact that Branton could see all the way up her skirt to the lace covered mound that lay nestled between her young thighs. She watched him as he looked.
He's interested all right, Denise thought watching the man's eyes widen just a little bit and she'd drawn her leg up. And I bet he likes what he sees. "It's hot," she said.
Branton looked up suddenly wondering if she had caught him staring at her young pussy.
She had beautiful legs, young and well toned. He could almost make out a few tufts of light brown pubic hair around the elastic edges of her panties.
Branton looked down to light himself a cigarette and when he looked up, he noticed that Denise was kneeling, bending towards him, holding her hand out for a cigarette of her own. As she leaned forward her blouse seemed to fall away from her breasts and he could see them before him. Beautiful rounded mounds of flesh, tipped by a delicate pink of her nipples.
He wondered if she'd opened another button of her blouse before leaning forward or if her blouse had been opened that far all morning.
He handed her the already lit cigarette and watched her as she moved back into a sitting position.
Had that been an accident? Didn't she realize that he could see down her blouse. See those round, firm breasts. Didn't she know it drove him crazy. He could remember the sudden urge he'd had when photographing her to go to her and bend her to the ground when he'd realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and that the sun was behind her so he could see through her blouse.
"What else you take pictures of?" Denise asked, puffing contentedly on the cigarette he had given her. Her lips smiled as she blew smoke into the clear air.
"You mean besides beautiful women?" Branton asked, teasingly.
"Yes,"
"Well, I take pictures of nude beautiful woman and sometimes of still lifes.
"I wish I'd known the lake was here," Denise said still smoking.
"Why's that?"
"I would have brought my bathing suit and you could have taken pictures of me by the lake."
"Yes, that is too bad," Branton said, wondering what she was getting at now. "Would you have liked that?"
"Most certainly."
"Would you still like to take pictures of me by the lake...or in the lake?"
"With your clothes on?"
Denise looked him straight in the eyes. What was he, stupid or something? But the question didn't show in her eyes.
"You can photograph me nude if you like." Denise said slowly.
"Nude?"
"I mean, I wouldn't really mind...You've seen me in a bathing suit and that's almost nude ... Really I would do it if you wanted me to."
Branton looked away from her for a few moments. He seemed to be absorbed in smoking his cigarette.
Finally he looked back at the girl.
"Denise," he started quietly," ... Do you want to pose nude for me?"
"Sure," she said.
"All right then ... If you want to ... I don't want to force you into anything."
"You're not"
"Good ... I'm sure the picture's will be very beautiful."
Denise crushed her cigarette out under the sole of her shoe.
"Let's go," she shouted and got up and started running towards the lake.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Denise waited for Tom Branton to catch up with her before starting to undress.
She'd read somplace that one of the sexiest parts of seeing a woman undressed was seeing her actually doing the undressing. She wanted Branton to see her getting undressed. And she wanted him to be stimulated by it.
She'd also read someplace that photographer's models usually undressed in a separate room and came out in a robe that they could just slip off once the photographer was ready.
That seemed also to be unsexy. But then she imagined that it wasn't supposed to be sexy. How was a photographer supposed to work if all he could think about was screwing the model he was supposed to be taking pictures of?
Denise pretended that she was absorbed in looking out over the lake until Branton was also by the lake.
"How's this?" she asked turning to him.
"Fine, fine ... the lightings very good ... we should be able to get quite a few good photographs."
"There's one thing though," Denise said.
"What's that, Denise."
"I don't think it would be a good idea if my parents ever got to see the pictures ... I mean I don't want you showing them around or anything."
"That goes quite without saying, my dear," Branton said and he smiled at her.
Denise noticed the smile was different than the ones he usually gave her. It was much more sensual and in a way was a conspiratory smile. They were sharing something neither of them wanted anyone else to find out about. Something private.
"Are we about ready?" he asked.
"Okay."
Denis didn't turn away from Branton. She looked at him as her fingers moved to the front of her blouse. Then, as if she'd changed her mind, she kicked off her shoes first. She wished that she had worn stockings so that she could tease him by taking them off first. She then could have reached up under her skirt and pulled them down slowly. She was sure that the effect would have been very sexy.
But she wasn't wearing stockings. Instead she toyed with the idea of taking off her panties first. But then she decided that that would seem ridiculous. So her fingers went back to the front of her blouse.
She unbuttoned it very slowly. One button after the other until it hung open showing flesh all the way down to her waist. Then, still slowly, she took the blouse off, first one sleeve then the other, turning away from Branton a little as she did.
Once the blouse was completely off she tossed it to the ground and turned to face him fully.
At first she kept her arms tucked across tactile touch of his eyes on her exposed flesh.
She could see from his expression that he was more than pleased by what he saw. Her breasts were not fully developed yet, but they were already fairly full and they were very firm. The round nipples were goose fleshed and the tips of them were turgid.
Denise rubbed her nipples for a second as if they itched. Then moved her hands to the waist band of the short blue skirt she wore.
* * *
Tom Branton watched intently as the young girl before him continued to get undressed. Her breasts were truly beautiful, well rounded, the tips rigid and pink. He'd almost forgotten the firmness and smooth un sagging beauty of a young girl's breasts. They were truly a thing of beauty. It seemed to him a shame that girls were usually disinclined to show their breasts until they were much older and really beyond their physical prime.
It was usually only when a woman was much older that she began to realized the extent of her own sexual identity. By then their breasts had lost that firm beauty of youth. That perfection which is only achieved at the onset of physical maturity.
This girl was a born tease, Branton also thought. She instinctively seemed to do the very thing that would intensify his reaction to watching her undress. The turning away while she removed the blouse so that his first full view of her naked breasts would come all at once when she turned back to face him was intuitively right. It teased him with glimpses of the bared flesh before giving up to him the vision of their full ripeness.
Once again, as Branton watched her, Denise turned slightly away from her. This time she turned the left side towards him. That was the side on which the skirt zipper was placed. This too was instinctively right.
Her small hands paused at the waist band of the short blue skirt for only two or three seconds. Then, slowly, her thin fingers grasped the tab of the zipper and slowly, and gently, she pulled the zipper down its journey, revealing the firmly stretched white laced bikini brief beneath.
Instead of dropping the skirt and letting it fall around her feet as some young girls would have done, Denise instead held firmly to the skirt and drew it down her legs until it was low enough for her to lift her right leg out of it. As she bent forward her breasts hung free from her body. And Branton could not decide which to watch. The gentle swing of her freed breasts of the glimpses of white lace and shadow of her pubic triangle.
Denise took the time to fold her skirt neatly as she stood before him in her bikini briefs. The impression Branton caught was very much like that of a peeping torn watching through a window as a girl undressed and put away her clothes. The biggest difference of course, was the fact that Denise was acutely aware of his gaze as she moved. And she moved exceedingly well.
There was none of the gawky awkwardness that is so often seen in young girls her age. Her movements were those of a mature woman hidden somehow in a young girl's body.
She's deliberately delaying the last step of gaining nudity, Branton thought. And once more he was amazed at her perception of how to do that which would be the most effective in rising his sexual desire. The waiting for her to go the rest of the way and become completely naked before his eyes raised the anticipation in him. It focused his mind on the gentle mound between her legs. It made him long to see it almost as if just viewing that area was the culmination of a form of sexual intercourse.
Once more, of course, Denise turned slightly away from his gaze as slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her lace panties. Then she glanced towards him gaining eye contact immediately.
The eye contact ended the illusion of Branton's being a peeping torn completely. It was replaced now with a sense of intimacy. A full realization and its accompanying intensification of the sexual magnetism of the scene, that she was indeed undressing specifically for him. She wasn't doing it as a natural part of her day. She was doing it because she wanted him to see her naked. Wanted his eyes to feast on her breasts. Wanted his eyes to explore the intimate sight of her genitals.
She was presenting her body to him as to a lover. Branton could feel his cock, hard and pressing outward in his pants. She was extraordinary.
Denise's hand gently pushed her panties down over her hips now. Tom Branton could see the bare, round, delicious mounds of her buttocks. The smooth tight flesh of her exposed thigh. And since she was turned sideways to him he could catch only glimpses of her light brown tufts of her pubic hair.
Denise bent forward and drew the panties the rest of the way off.
Branton could feel himself holding his breath in anticipation of that last climactic movement when she would turn fully towards him and stand completely exposed, naked to his view.
Would she try to cover herself with her hands as she turned? Branton stood almost motionless as he watched her in almost painful anticipation.
Then Denise was turning slowly towards him. Her hands made a slight gesture that he could not interprete, but thought that it might have been an instinctive move to cover herself that she cut off in the middle.
Now she was turned fully towards him, naked and exposed to his view for the first time. Her hands hung naturally by her sides as if she were dressed completely unself-conscious about her nakedness.
Her legs were spread slightly apart and Branton had a full view of the light brown pubic triangle between her young thighs.
She was indeed a beautiful girl.
Branton felt the heavy throbbing in his penis as his eyes focused on the light brown tufts of hair that covered her young mound.
It was all he could do to keep from going to her immediately. But he did not want to scare her off. Did not want her going back to her parents with a tale about how he had forced himself on her. He decided that he would have to let things take their natural course. He had no doubt that he could bury his cock into her before the day was out.
But that too might be too much to the young girl who stood before him, Branton thought. She was very young and potentially quite valuable to him if he handled her right. That was the important thing. He had to handle her right so that she would not be scared off.
"You are very beautiful," he told her in an awed voice. "It is a pleasure just to look at you." Branton turned his attention reluctantly to his camera. It was very important that he get pictures of her like this. She would have to be panneled very carefully so that he could work things out the way he wanted them.
"How would you like me," Denise asked, still almost painfully aware of her nakedness. The tingling continued between her thighs.
"Sit over there by the water. Curl your legs under you and look up towards the sky."
Denise obeyed. Her legs towards Branton and the camera, tucked up under her. Her breasts stood out majestically from her body. Her long light brown hair hung loosely down her back.
"Move your left leg a little, my dear," Branton said focusing on the young girl with his camera.
"Like this."
Denise slowly became aware of what the older man was doing as his instructions continued. He was working her into a position where he would have an open view of her young genitals facing the camera.
Denise was sure that she had won. Her mother's love would be her lover.
Slowly as she half lay back, her feet extended towards Branton and the camera, Denise let her legs fall apart and exposed her young pussy to the older man.
As she did so the tingling in her groin grew more intense and she could feel herself getting moist down there just from having him looking at her vagina.
She lay back and drew her knees up and apart. She saw that Branton was putting down his camera now, yet she did not move.
Denise just lay there waiting for him. She shut her eyes against the glare of the sun wand concentrated on the keen anticipation of his first touch.
Slowly she felt a pressure against her legs and thighs. And she knew that it was his hands exploring her. Then she felt a new sensation. A sensation of something pressing firmly against her pussy, exploring it.
She opened her eyes and looked down at herself.
Branton's head was nestled between her opened thighs. His mouth was against her young cunt. It was the feelings of his exploring f lips that had touched her.
Now she felt the strong probing of the man's tongue as it sought the entrance to her hole.
Involuntarily she felt her thighs and belly begin to vibrate as his mouth pressed more firmly against her cunt. Then his tongue gained entrance to her hole and pressed up into her.
A long, deep moan escaped through the young girl's lips as she felt his entrance. The strong muscles of her cunt contracted around the intruding appendage, but this only made the intruder more insistant on it's entrance to her most private canal.
Now, as his lips worked at her cunt, his hands had moved up to her breasts, needing them in a strong steady rhythm. His fingers circled her nipples and brought them to a fully turgid state. Denise's hips were making a slow circling motion as the strong waves of sexual desire flooded her young body.
"Darling, darling," she whimpered at his continuing pressure against her cunt.
Then Branton was pulling his head away from between her thighs.
"My dear," Branton said in an even tone, "but you must help me as well."
"Oh, how ... how can I help you." Denise asked one hand already seeking the front of his trousers.
"I'll show you," Branton said softly and changed his position.
Branton's fist pressed the girl's small hand against the strong bulge in his pants, then gently lifted her hand away.
"Wait," he said simply, one of his hands pressing briefly against her mound.
Now, as Denise watched, Tom Branton slipped out of his own clothes. He piled them neatly next to hers, then returned to the naked young girl by the shore of the lake.
"Now, my dear," Branton said.
Once more Denise's hand reached for his large, hard cock. She was surprised at it's size even though she had seen it before as he'd approached her mother. This close it seemed so much larger than it that night.
She wrapped her small hand around it and worked her hand up and down over it's hard shaft.
She expected then to have Branton lower her gently onto her back and climb between her now open and willing thighs. But he did not. Instead his hand moved to her head and started guiding it down towards that giant shaft, throbbing between his own thighs.
Denise felt the engorged head of his prick press against her lips. She kissed it tentatively.
"No, my dear," Branton said, "take it in your mouth. Pretend that you are going to eat it."
As he pressed her head down, her lips parted and the head of his cock entered her mouth. Her tongue met it and licked it.
She hadn't known what to expect, but the sensation of his penis in her mouth was not an unpleasant one. Her tongue circled his cock in her mouth. As she did he pressed it further into her mouth. The head pressed at the back of her throat and for a brief second her throat constricted, but then accepted the intruder.
"Beautiful, my dear," Branton said as his mouth covered his cock. His other hand moved between her young thighs and a long finger immediately entered her tight cunt and thrust it's way deeply into that waiting hole.
Denise moaned deeply in her throat at the pleasant sensations that raged through her body. She sucked harder on the large cock in her mouth.
Then her lips followed the up and down motions that her hand had used minutes before so her lips were caressing the full length of his cock with each stroke.
She felt another finger enter her and her mouth's strokes increased.
Then as her passion built she felt his other hand on her head guiding it faster and faster and harder and harder down and up then down again on his throbbing prick.
Denise felt a new throbbing start in the large organ as his hand increased the pressure on her head and in her hole.
"Faster," the man panted at her. "Suck it hard." he shouted. "That's good ... that's beautiful."
Then wave after wave of hot come shot into her mouth as the cock rammed it's way deep into her mouth and throat.
Denise immediately yanked her head away and spit the semen onto the sand, coughing as she did.
"No, no, my child," Branton protested, "don't spit it out."
But it was too late. A wave of nausea passed through the young girl then subsided.
"It choked me," she said softly.
"Oh, never mind then," Branton said. "You will do better next time."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next time came much sooner than Denise had expected. In fact the next time came the next day. It wouldn't have worked out that way except Denise's parents were going out for the day to a football game and dinner. Denise was left at home and when Tom Branton called she was the one who answered the phone.
He told her that he'd pick her up at the certain spot several blocks away from her house in a half hour and they'd go out to a cabin not far from where they'd been the day before.
Denise wrote a quick note to her parents saying only that she had gone to a "friend's house." and wouldn't be back too late.
Then she dressed in a short skirt and white blouse to meet the man who had at least in part become her lover. She hoped as she waited for him at the designated corner that he would not ask her to repeat the oral sex they'd had the day before she wanted quite simply for him to fuck her.
He picked her up right on time and they drove out to the country. He seemed quite anxious to get her alone and during the ride could not seem to keep his hands off of her.
For the first part of the trip he couldn't do much for there was quite a bit of traffic going in both directions. But soon they turned off the main road and went along a nearly deserted road that led to his cabin.
Almost as soon as they'd turned off the road, Branton's right hand came over onto Denise's leg. He massaged her thigh just above the knee and then started stroking up under her skirt.
Denise, obligingly let her legs fall apart so that he would have easier access to her young body as they drove. She moved over tightly next to him and her hand too moved to his thigh and stroked it.
Immediately the tell tale bulge appeared at the front of his pants and her small hand moved to it.
Finally, Branton had to push her hand away because he was becoming too distracted from his driving. But that didn't stop him from pressing his own hand up hard under the young girl's skirt.
"I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon," Denise said, feeling his strong fingers pressing at her through her thin panties.
"I hoped we could be together today," Branton replied never taking his eyes off the road ahead. "I thought about you all night. Couldn't get you out of my mind ... even when I made love to my wife, I pretended it was you."
"Thank you," Denise said.
Then she pulled away from his hand and managed to work her panties off. She tucked them away into her hand bag and then moved back over next to the older man.
His hand once more started to explore her young genitals. His finger found her hole and stuck into it, not too far, but enough to bring on the first surges of fierce desire in her body.
"Do you really like me?" Denise asked after a brief silence.
"Of course I do," Branton said and as if to prove his point he thrust his finger deeper into her moist hole.
"Are you going to make love to me today."
"I made love to you yesterday, my dear."
"I don't mean that," Denise persisted," I mean are you going to put it in me ... are you going to fuck me ... I want you to, you know."
"If you want, then it shall be done."
Branton could hardly control his ardour during the ride. Several times he was severely tempted to pull over to the side of the road, yank the young girl's skirt up to her waist and pound his throbbing cock home into her right there.
But it would be better at the cabin, he kept telling himself.
He could remember the delicious sensation of her full lips on his swollen cock.
"How much longer?" Denise asked lighting a cigarette for each of them.
"It's not far, now." Branton said accepting the fired cigarette.
"Good."
"You're telling me." Branton said.
The cabin was a simple but beautiful two room affair. It was isolated from the outside world by two acres of thick woods. They had to follow a twisting dirt road to get to the cabin.
Denise liked the place immediately. She was so used to living within a couple of yards of somebody else that this secluded spot seemed like a heaven to her.
There wasn't any sound of traffic going by. No honking horns or babies crying.
All she could hear was the chirping of several birds and the muffled sound of the wind playing through the trees. It was a very peaceful place, she decided. She'd like to have a place like this for her own someday. A place away from everything.
The young girl followed Tom Branton as he walked to the front door and searched for the right key. There was a strong scent of evergreen in the air. Of evergreen and wood.
A breeze swept around the cabin and up under Denise's short skirt, reminding her that she wore nothing underneath the skirt. That her panties were, in fact, tucked away neatly in her hand bag.
The realization and the feel of the outdoor air on her bare genitals increased her rising sense of sexual excitement, and her anticipation of things to come.
But the whole air of contentment and pleasant anticipation was broken as soon as Branton had shut the door behind them. Without any further talk or indication of concern for her, his hands roamed her body, propelled by the intense build of the desire and lust that had grown in him during the rise.
Several buttons ripped from her blouse as his hands sought wildly for her young breasts. When they were bared to him, his mouth clamped on one nipple and sucked it with passion.
He clamped her ass with his strong hands and pulled her strongly to him. His mouth still sucked at her breast.
Denise could feel the first thrusting out of his hard penis against her as he pressed his body harshly against hers in his lust.
"Wait," she pleaded, "Let me get undressed." She didn't want to ruin her clothes.
But without answering, Branton swept her towards the bed.
The first twinges of fear started deep within the young girl as she felt the force of Branton's strong arms and body propelling her towards the bed. The force was so great that she found herself completely off balance and fell backwards onto the bed. Her legs shot out and waved ludicrously in the air for a moment as her body bounced on the soft mattress.
She had only regained enough equalibrium to start to sit up when Branton's hands were at her. Her breasts were exposed now as the ripped open blouse fell away from her young body and she felt very vulnerable knowing that as she'd fallen her legs had spread revealing the nakedness of her genitals to the lust driven man.
"Please, please let me undress," Denise pleaded feeling the first thrust of his hand on her pussy.
His hand forced her skirt up around her waist. The first heavy pressure of him was lowering on her body. His fingers forced their way into her tight hole, then retreated.
For a moment, Branton was off of her ripping his pants down his legs to get out of them. His cock stood out angry and hard as he approached her naked from the waist down.
Denise desperately tried to undo her skirt in the seconds it had taken him to struggle out of his clothes, but could not complete the task before she felt him at her again.
She lay on the bed, her breasts exposed, her skirt bunched around her waist. The lower part of her body was naked and turned towards the man.
"Please," Denise whimpered once more, but knew that it would not do any good.
Branton's hands were between her smooth thighs again. He pressed her thighs apart.
"You have a beautiful cunt, my dear," he said through clenched teeth. His need was so great for her that he seemed to almost be in pain.
Then he threw himself between her thighs, his weight pressing them apart even further.
Denise could feel his heavy prick pressing at the entrance to her damp hole.
Then she felt his fingers reach down once more and spread the thick 'lips of her cunt. Her hands were on his shoulders as if trying to push him away. But she wasn't really trying she felt completely outweighted. Completely outmatched with this man.
She hadn't wanted it to be like this. She just wanted to get even with her mother. She wanted Branton to be her lover. To be kind to her and gentle.
It shouldn't be like this, she thought.
Branton's body thrust forward suddenly. Denise felt his strong prick shove into her and almost screamed from the pain.
"Oh, oh," she called out, but then the heavy body above her was thrusting again and the pain doubled as his strong prick thrust deeper and deeper into her.
She felt it meet an obstruction.
"Damn," the older man muttered.
He pulled back for another mighty thrust, then slammed down onto her.
Denise felt the membrane deep inside her give way under the tearing pressure of his cock. She bit into her lower lip until it bled.
Then she felt the heavy prick sink further and further into her. And the pain started to fade.
Again and again the heavy organ pounded into the young girl's tender hole.
With each stroke the pain decreased, and the beginnings of sexual desire started to rebuild themselves within her.
So this is what it's like to be fucked, Denise said to herself.
The mans pounding above her was growing stronger and faster. His face above hers was distorted as if he was in pain. His breathing was coming very fast.
Branton's lips mashed down upon Denise's. His tongue forced through her lips and the pounding increased in tempo.
Then with a mighty thrust his body jammed the prick deeper into her than it had been before. Branton's body froze at the peak of the thrust. And Denise could feel the heavy cock pumping it's fluid deep into her cunt.
As soon as Branton's breathing started to slow he pulled away from the girl.
"It's never as good for the girl the first time," he said with a strange smile on his face. "It will be better a little later."
Then he turned away from the girl and walked to the small refrigerator behind a built in bar. He took out a beer and two glasses and poured them both some.
Denise watched him from the bed, her blouse opened and her legs still apart and naked. She concentrated on keeping herself from crying.
Denise walked out of the shower and wrapped a heavy terry cloth towel around her. She was feeling much better now. The pain between her legs had almost completely disappeared and the shower had given her a warm glow especially coupled with the two or three beers she had drunk since the first bout of sex.
As she walked out into the room she noticed that Tom Branton was watching her with renewed interest. To her own surprise she found that she was glad. Her mother's lover had become her own and she felt that was definately a victory for her.
"Come here, my dear," Branton said in a not unkind voice.
Denise sensed that he was a little ashamed at the way he'd treated her the first time.
"I have another beer for you," he said, still watching her.
Denise looked over at him and slowly walked to where he was sitting on a wicker chair. He had changed into a robe since they'd had sex the first time and Denise would see the tell tale bulge at the front of it.
He was soon going to be ready to take her again. She hoped that she too would be ready.
Denise stood by Branton. He reached up a hand and brought her down into his lap.
"It will be much better for you this time ... I promise that."
Denise only nodded. She felt his hand on her leg starting to caress it gently up and down. His other arm went around her and held her to him so that her left breasts was pressed firmly against his chest.
"You are really quite beautiful, Denise," Branton said his hand becoming bolder as he talked. "I don't think I've seen a young girl as beautiful as you in years ... you are exceptional."
"Thank you," Denise murmured.
"Well will have some wonderful times together, my dear," Branton continued.
Soon he opened the towel that Denise had around her body. As he untucked it, the towel fell completely away from her body leaving her naked in his lap.
His lips went immediately to her breasts, kissing them and sucking her nipples between his lips until they were once more rigid.
Denise reached down between her own legs to where his cock was pressing up under her. She drew his robe away from the hard organ and started massaging it with her small hand.
The kisses on her breasts became more firm. At the same time his hands worked at their firm roundness following the path his mouth was taking.
Then once more his fingers found her young hole and pressed into the entrance.
Denise allowed herself to just follow the sensation building in her body.
After several minutes of petting, Branton picked the girl up in his arms and carried her gently to the bed. This time he did not act harshly with her but lowered himself gently between her spread thighs. He was careful to open the lips of her tight, damp hole before pressing the heavy head of his cock into the entrance. And then he made his entrance gradually.
Branton's strokes within Denise were smoother this time. Almost gentle as he built up his need in her.
As he pumped almost slowly into her Denise felt the continuing rising of her own desire. With each stroke her genitals seemed to become more and more sensitive. Then a great wave seemed to be building inside her.
Her hands went to Branton's back and pressed him to her as her hips started to match the rhythm of his pumping.
For a second she thought that she was going to find release. Her own rhythm of her genitals had increased to a fast pace. Branton's strokes within her were coming hard and fast.
But then, just at the point when she thought release would come she fell back from it. Then she felt Branton's climax begin inside her, felt the semen pumping deep into her cunt and realized that it was over.
Maybe we'll make love again this afternoon, Denise thought and then I'll be able to come.
But it was getting late and there was no more time for love making. Soon after he'd climbed off her for the second time, Branton told her that it was time to go.
Denise's expressions of regret were genuine.
"When will I see you again?" she asked, starting to climb back into her clothes and searching out a pin to repair the blouse that had lost several buttons under Branton's fierce advances when they'd first arrived.
"Next weekend if you like," Branton said climbing into his slacks and combing his hair in front of the mirror. "I don't think I can get away before then."
"Oh," Denise said. She didn't want to wait for the next weekend. Despite the fact that they'd had sex twice that afternoon she had failed to come to a climax both times and this left her feeling slightly irritable and on edge.
"Next Saturday?" she asked. "Sure, next Saturday it'll be," Branton turned to her lighting a cigarette. "I'll pick you up in the regular place."
"I'll be there," Denise promised.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hello, my dear," Marcia Branton said Denise walked into the cottage with the old woman's husband.
Denise froze where she stood and looked first at the large red head then behind her at Tom Branton. It puzzled her that Tom Branton didn't show any signs of surprise at finding his wife there. He wasn't even the least bit upset about being caught bringing the young girl to the country cabin on a Saturday afternoon
"Hello, Mrs. Branton," Denise said softly wondering what the hell was going on. And what the hell she was going to do now.
Denise had been looking forward to this afternoon. Looking forward to being naked in bed with Tom Branton again, determined that this afternoon would be wonderful and she'd reach a climax.
Now it seemed like everything had been mined. Why the hell did Mrs. Branton have to be there?
"You can call me Marcia, my dear," Mrs. Branton said in a voice that Denise found too sugary sweet for her own liking.
The sweetness made Mrs. Branton sound insincere. And why should she seem so pleased to see Denise? Had she known all along that her husband was sleeping with her? Then why hadn't she stopped it? Or was that why the older woman was here today?
"Don't be frightened, my dear," Marcia Branton said," I'm not mad at you for letting my husband fuck you."
"I ... I ... ah ... don't know what to say Mrs. Branton," Denise stammered.
"You don't have to say anything, Denise ... but, please do call me Marcia."
"All right ... Marcia."
"There, that's better now isn't it?" Marcia Branton walked over to the young girl and circled her shoulders with a motherly arm. "I'm sure that we are going to become the closest of friends."
Marcia led Denise over to the built in bar.
"I understand you like beer, my dear."
"That's right," Denise stood stiffly by one of the bar stools. Then climbed up on one.
"I don't know how you and Tom can stand the stuff ... I much prefer whisky myself." As she spoke Marcia poured out two tall glasses of beer and three fingers of whisky into a glass for herself. She added several ice cubes to her own drink and handed the beer glasses to Tom and Denise. Then she came around in front of the bar and stood close to Denise.
"I propose a toast," the woman announced. "To Denise, a charming and beautiful young friend ... may we all be the closest of friends." As she drank from her own glass, Marcia's hand came to rest on Denise's thigh. The young girl's skirt was very short and the older woman's hand rested just below the hem line.
Denise was surprised at the intimate touch but it wasn't at all unpleasant.
For several minutes the three drank in silence. Then it was Marcia Branton who broke the lull.
"You know, dear," she said to Denise, "I enjoy a bit of photography myself."
So that was it, Denise thought. Tom had had to let his wife come and take pictures of her so that they could continue their affair. But hell, Denise hadn't wanted to bother with photography today. She wanted to have sex.
She had been anticipating it all week.
"I've seen the pictures that my husband took of you last weekend," Denis started, almost spilling her beer.
"Now, now, don't worry about it my dear." Once more Marcia's hand was on Denise's thigh. This time her hand was half under the hem of her skirt. Denise could feel the tips of the woman's fingers brush against her panties.
"They are really quite lovely," Marcia went on, "and if you'd allow me, I'd like to take some of my own. It won't take long ... there'll be plenty of time left for other things," she said meaningfully.
The pressure of the woman's hand on Denise's thigh increased as she spoke. Denise could see that the woman was watching her face for some reaction.
"Oh wow," Denise almost said out loud," she's a lesbian. The woman likes girls."
Marcia Branton must have seen a change in Denise's expression and realized what the girl was thinking.
"Are you frightened my dear?" she asked a sugar sweet smile on her face.
"No," Denise lied.
"Do you think I'm perverted because I like to touch you?" she asked softly.
Her hand moved from Denise's thigh and came up to the young girl's breast.
Denise felt herself stiffen.
"Relax, my dear ... I'm not going to hurt you and I'll stop any time you want me to ... but please at least give me a chance."
"Ah ... all right." Denise managed to blurt out. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't run away, there was no place for her to go. She could ask Tom to drive her back home but then she might not see him again. That would be failure, she thought.
"Here let me get you another beer."
As Marcia went back behind the bar Denise looked over to Tom Branton. Her eyes questioned him but could not get a satisfactory response from him.
Tom Branton merely smiled at the young girl. He seemed to enjoy what was taking place.
"Could I have a cigarette, Tom?" Denise asked. She'd never called him Tom before, but somehow she thought that it would make her a little more equal to the older woman. Under the circumstances calling him Mr. Branton seem really quite ridiculous.
As she drank her beer and smoked the cigarette Denise could feel the closeness of Marcia Branton. The older woman's perfume smelled sweet and flowery. It wasn't the type of perfume that Denise normally liked.
Still the older woman seemed very gentle towards the young girl and Denise was grateful for that.
Once more the older woman's hand was half under Denise's skirt. This time the pressure of Marcia's fingers against the young girl's panties was stronger.
The fingers ran along the inside of her thigh just where the thigh joined the body. Then Marcia's hand moved all the way up under Denise's skirt and cupped the young girl's mound with a sure sexual pressure.
Despite herself, Denise felt a stirring of sexual desire start deep within her.
Then Denise found herself spreading her legs a little so the woman's caresses would be easier.
My goodness, what's happening to me, Denise wondered the fear she'd felt at Marcia's first touch returned. Is it so easy for me to respond to a woman?
"My dear, my dear, try not to be so stiff," Marcia said softly. "I understand that this is new to you, but because you respond to my touch with a feeling of sexual desire does not make you a lesbian. Please don't worry about that ... I myself respond perfectly well to me, but ... well ... once in a while I enjoy the company of the beautiful young girls like yourself."
It was frightening that the older woman seemed to know what was going through Denise's mind. Had her early experiences, Denise wondered, been so much like this that she knew just what Denise was feeling?
Marcia placed her own glass carefully down onto the bar and brought her hands to the front of Denise's blouse. As on the previous weekends Denise had not worn a bra so her breasts were completely bare under the blouse.
The woman's gentle touch brought Denise's nipples to a firm, rigid state of excitement. And her nipples were clearly visible through the light material of her blouse.
Denise felt herself relaxing under the older woman's expert touch.
Now Marcia's fingers were working on the buttons at the front of Denise's blouse. One by one the long fingers undid the buttons until the blouse was open all the way down the front.
Then Marcia drew the material away from the young girl's breasts.
"Oh, you are beautiful," she said gazing at the exposed round flesh in front of her.
For a brief second, Denise thought that it was kind of amusing that this woman used the same words as her husband had on the first full sight of her exposed breasts. But the thought vanished as the firm pressure of Marcia lips circled one of Denise's turgid nipples and sucked it into her mouth.
Soft tinglings started in Denise's breasts under the woman's touch.
"See it is not so bad," Marcia said kindly, looking up at the girl's face. "I will be very gentle with you and very kind."
Then her mouth moved to the other breasts. The combination of the woman's lips and the smooth, gentle, but firm touch of her hands started the feelings of deep sexual desire shooting through Denise's body.
"Come, my dear," Marcia said pulling away from here.
There was a pause.
"Come, my dear," Marcia said pulling away from the young girl. "Shall we go over to the bed ... you will be much more comfortable there."
Denise nodded without saying anything. All she wanted right now was to have the older woman continue to caress her breasts.
Marcia walked over to the bed and lay down on it. As she did the long pink robe she wore slid away from her legs. The top was slightly open so Denise could see the beginning swells of the red head's large breasts.
Denise started to undress as she climbed down from the bar stool. Her legs felt slightly like rubber and she had to steady herself with a hand on the bar.
"Come lie by me," Marcia said from the bed. "Don't bother with your clothes ... I would enjoy undressing you myself."
Denise stopped in mid motion of pulling out her shirt tails. For a long couple seconds she looked towards the bed where the older woman was waiting for her.
She saw that Marcia's legs were beautiful and long. They seemed to be perfectly shaped and didn't have a trace of veins or hair.
"Don't you find me attractive?" Marcia asked from the bed.
"Yes," Denise said slowly, "you are a very attractive woman."
"Why thank you," Marcia held her arms out to the young girl.
"You're welcome," Denise said and then thought that it sounded kind of silly.
"Come, my child." Marcia repeated her arms still stretched out to receive the girl.
Slowly, Denise started walking towards the bed. She felt the firm gaze of the woman's eyes watching her as she walked. Denise knew that her own breasts were jiggling slightly as she walked and discovered that that was just what the older woman was looking at.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Denise asked stopping in her journey to the bed. She didn't know whether she had asked that because she was trying to stall or because she really wanted to know. It didn't matter, though, Denise thought. It didn't really matter.
"Of course, you are, Denise ... you are really a very charming and beautiful girl."
Carefully as if walking on egg shells, Denise crossed the last few feet to the bed. Then she placed one knee up on the bed and crawled up next to the woman.
Marcia's arms encircled the young girl and drew her firmly yet gently to her body.
Denise could feel the heavy weight of Marcia's breasts against her own. It was a strange yet exciting experience. She found that she was really no longer frightened of the older woman.
"Now you just lay back, dear," Marcia whispered softly to her. "You just lay back and enjoy it ... I will do all the work this time."
"All right," Denise said.
The older woman smiled at her as Denise lay back on the bed waiting for that first thrilling touch of the woman's breasts on her own.
Marcia's face pressed very close to Denise's. The two women looked each other squarely in the eyes. Then Marcia's lips came down and brushed Denise's cheek.
The second kiss on Denise's face was more firm, more like the kiss of a lover.
Marcia's hands were on Denise's breasts, massaging them gently. Her lips planted kisses on the girl's neck and cheeks. Then on her eyes. Then Marcia brought her mouth to Denise's lips and kissed her squarely on the lips.
Denise felt the firm pressure of the woman's lips on her own and realized that it was not that different from being kissed by a man.
Then the young girl felt the pressure of Marcia's tongue at her lips. At first Denise kept her lips together, then she allowed her lips to part and Marcia's tongue to enter her mouth.
Chills of desire shot through the young girl as she pressed her own tongue out to meet that of the other woman.
Their tongues entwined for a long, passionate french kiss. Denise pressed her body up against the woman more firmly as they kissed. Her hand reached out and found the woman's large breasts. They filled the young girl's small hands. The hard nipples pressed into her palms through the thin pink material of Marcia's robe.
"Oh goodness," Denise moaned as their mouths separated. "Oh, my goodness."
Denise couldn't remember having ever been so excited in her life. Her smooth young skin felt like it was on fire. In fact, her skin had taken on a flushed redness from the pounding of her blood. Her whole body felt the intense tingling of the sexual excitement that shot through her and concentrated on that mound between her thighs.
Once more Marcia's hand caressed Denise's thighs. It moved up, pushing her short skirt out of the way as it traveled. Denise's body shuddered involutarily at the first firm pressure of the woman's hand on her mound.
Then, slowly, Marcia's hand was reaching for the waist band of the young girl's panties. Gently and with her fingers caressing the girl's skin as they went, Marcia began to draw off the thin white material that had separated her hand from the nakedness of Denise's young pussy.
Denise raised her hips to help the woman with her work. And the panties slid off early. Marcia took them off over the young girl's legs and lightly tossed them onto a chair near the bed. Then before she started undressing the girl the rest of the way, Marcia's hand returned to cup Denise's bush. Her touch was firm and demanding.
Denise gasped as she felt one of the older woman's long fingers penetrate past the entrance to the young girl's tight, damp hole.
As the excitement built under the expert caresses of her woman lover, Denise reached again for the large breasts still out of sight beneath the pink robe. She pushed open the top of the pink robe and could see the large, pendulous breasts with their gigantic red-brown circles.
Without thinking, Denise bent her lips to one of the large nipples and took it beneath her lips. The smooth flesh of the breasts felt comfortable on her cheeks. The weight of them in her mouth was electrically exciting.
"Good girl, good girl," Marcia whispered to her as the girl's mouth and face pressed against her large tits. "Yes, yes, suck my tits, honey ... oh, sweetheart take them into your mouth."
Realizing the pleasure she was giving, Denise increased her attentions to Marcia's breasts. All her doubts and fears had been pushed away by that steady rising of sexual lust within her young body. Marcia's long finger was working expertly within her moist hole.
Denise would have been content to continue the way they were, yet Marcia wanted to go further. She disengaged herself from the young girl and knelt over her as Denise lay back, her legs slightly spread apart. Her damp bush just visible under the hem of the skirt.
"Now, I will undress you the rest of the way," Marcia said. Within minutes she had helped the girl out of her blouse and out of the skirt.
Now Denise lay naked on the bed, completely nude in front of the older woman.
Marcia knelt between Denise's spread legs for a minute just looking at the young girl.
"It felt so good," Denise said. "Why did you stop ... it was wonderful."
"Don't worry, my dear ... I have even better things planned for you. Now just he back there while I show the pleasure I can give you."
Denise obeyed. She lay with her arms by her sides, looking up at the red head who knelt between her legs.
Marcia bent her head down and let her long hair run over the young girl's thighs. Then she bent lower and lower until her lips were poised above the opened entrance to Denise's cunt.
Denise felt Marcia's lip press against the opening to her whole. Then the young girl's hips started rotating in passionate response to Marcia's administerings.
Marcia's tongue twirled over Denise's clitoris, then jabbed into her tight cunt.
The young girl's hips raised off the bed as she thrust them forward in response. Marcia's tongue went deeper into the young girl's hole.
"Oh, it's beautiful ... it's beautiful," Denise moaned over and over.
As Marcia's mouth continued to massage and probe at Denise's cunt, Denise knew that this time she was going to make it. The pressure of passion was building inside her like it had the last time with Tom, but this time she was not going to let loose of it. She knew that she could make it if only Marcia didn't stop.
Marcia's tongue thrust deeper and deeper into Denise's cunt. Her lips pressed at her hole.
Abruptly Denise's whole body started to vibrate. Wave after wave of shivering pleasures shot through her. The feelings were so intense that she yelled out loud under their onslaught. The climax she felt now was even more intense than that first one she experienced in her Aunt's house the first time.
Marcia's mouth didn't loose contact throughout Denise's climax. She only pulled away as Denise's hips settled down on the bed and the young girl was quiet.
Slowly Denise's breathing returned to normal and her body felt beautifully warm but exhausted. There was a thin sheen of perspiration on her skin.
As Denise finally opened her eyes and looked up she saw Tom Branton standing a few feet from the bed. In front of him was his camera mounted securely on a tripod. He was releasing the shutter once again.
Instinctively Denise pulled her legs together.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," Denise shouted at Branton.
"Hey, take it easy, sweetheart," Branton said in a harsh tone. "We got to make sure you don't go around telling everybody about this don't we?"
"You sonofabitch," Denise spat.
"Calm down, honey. It's my turn now." Branton stated himself clearly as he began stripping out of his clothing.
"The fucking hell it is," Denise shouted back.
"You wouldn't want your parents to get a hold of any of those photographs, now would you, dear?" Branton's tone was calm and he was still dripping. "Then," he continued when she didn't say 'yes' as though she had automatically said 'no,' "you better just settle down and do exactly as we say to do."
Denise considered his slowly emerging handsome torso. He was gorgeous. She felt her soaking cunt beginning to cream again at the sight of his striking body as it emerged from his clothing.
"So you like what you see, dear?" he asked wryly.
Denise barely heard his wry comment. All she could do was think of all the problems those fucking pictures could cause her and her family. She felt, really for the first time that the whole fucking world was turning on her. She had read about schizophrenia and paranoia in school and she was sure those were the words to describe the feelings welling up inside of her mind as she entertained outrageous fantasies of what her end might be if those pictures were shown-exposed to the world.
Yes, she had thought that exposing her body would get back at her mother. That exposing her body would get her the man she wanted-or any man she wanted. Unfortunately she had gotten too big a dividend.
She really couldn't understand what was happening to her right now. Here she was, creaming at the sight of Branton's naked body, his well hung cock rising slowly and majestically-almost sarcastically-into the heavens. At the same time the world was coming in on top of her from all sides. It didn't make any sense.
Almost in abandonment, partly in fear for what might happen, she edged towards Branton, who stood domineeringly in front of her. Grasping his rigid pole, she went down on her knees, plunging his manhood deep within her warm moist mouth. She sucked his cock like she'd never sucked cock before. It was as if every vein, every ripple, every spasm of his cock's blood vessles had complete control over her every action.
One hand played with his drooping balls, tenderly caressing them, treating them as dearly as if her life depended upon it-and maybe it really did. Her other hand reached through his crotch and probed the crevice of his buttocks. Deep within the crevice it searched, being crushed by the tightening ass muscles, until it found Branton's tight asshole. Slowly but surely it began its journey into the nether darkness of his shit canal. Denise felt his cock spasm violently as it reacted to the probing finger.
In and out of that anal canal her finger went. Denise almost imagined that she indeed had a cock-that for the first time she was really experiencing what a man experiences when he breaks a virgin's cherry cunt. She imagined her finger to be thrice its size, pulsing and sending incomparable pleasure sensations throughout Branton's tense and excited torso.
Branton's cock throbbed with excitement and pleasure as the rigid digit plowed his asshole putting the most unconceivable pleasure pressure on his sphincter muscle. In the meantime Denise's deft saliva soaked lips expertly stroked the turgid pulsing manhood. For Branton it was as if each stroke were a separate and different journey. Like a highway with a new sight-a new pleasure-at every bend. It took all the power he had to keep his volcanic fire from erupting with its hot creamy lava. He had other plans for his love juice than to waste it being poured down her wanting throat.
Denise could sense that Branton was holding back his load. She, too, knew he had other plans. She could finger fuck him all day, maybe, and he'd still hold all that creamy white sperm inside his vibrating balls.
She took his cockhead only into her mouth and suctioned on it, trying to draw out any drops of juice that might be ready to spew forth from his pulsing canal. Then she rose, tracing her hot lascivious tongue over his fairly taut stomach muscles. She probed with her tongue, as she was probing his asshole with her finger, Branton's navel. She pushed her tongue in as hard as she could, sending a shiver through Branton's quivering cock and down to and through his sphincter until Denise could feel his ass quiver in reaction.
Then his meandering tongue traced up to his right tit. Enveloping it with her hot lips, Denise sucked on those rigid nipples almost believing that she could draw milk from them. For a minute the thought seemed funny. She had almost stopped in her tracts pondering its irony. But she continued to suck fervently. Oh, how Branton loved to have his tits sucked on-be it man or woman. Very little other foreplay excited him so much as having his manly tits sucked on for all their life.
While she sucked on the one masculine tit, her damp finger rubbed itself over his rigid sensitive bare tit. The combination, for Branton, was unbelievable. He knew what tits were made for-for both men and women-to be sucked on so that you could give all of you in sex. Then she changed. Her hot lips went to the other tit and her wet finger changed places with her tongue. She bit down. At first she bit softly, then gradually increased the force until Branton felt like she might draw blood. In reality, nothing would make Denise happier than to draw blood from the bastard, but she, too, was too wrapped up in the sexuality to give it a second thought. Meanwhile her other finger continued their journey in and out of that dark asshole Branton was so proud of.
Denise wondered if Branton had ever been fucked. In his day there must have been plenty of boys after his ass-in fact, she thought, there were probably still a lot of guys that would give a pretty penny to penetrate that still firm round ass Branton possessed. She wondered what a cock would look like pushing and pulling inside Branton's tight asshole.
Branton could stand it no longer. He grabbed Denise stiffly and threw her down on top of the bed. Deftly he moved down between Denise's warm moist cunt and buried his face and tongue into that pussy canal. His searching, darting tongue flicked uncontrollably in and out of her vaginal passageway seeking new roads, new pleasures. He couldn't get enough of it. He had sucked plenty of pussy before, but the vitality of this young girl's cunt was incomparable to those of the older women he had done this with before. He fantasized his tongue was a cock moving sideways and around like he had always wished his cock could do inside a pussy. Her cream was sweet and he felt her passion rising towards another climax. He darted and flicked his tongue as he had never done before. Yes, here it came. That creamy hotness enveloped his tongue-he was wild with passion and excitement himself. He could feel the pre-come in his cock canal.
Denise was still hot. She knew she would be satisfied until she had Branton's manhood penetrating her vaginal passageway. She had almost completely forgotten about the pictures which Branton so fiendishly threatened to expose unless Denise played ball his way. The first thing of importance on her mind now was that massive man pole about to play a new passageway into her waiting wanting cunt. She thought he was torturing her every minute he waited to put it into her.
But Branton knew what he was doing. He pulled Denise's body to the edge of the bed and slightly raised his body just so his cock could penetrate the hot womanhood. His feet were on the floor, his cock at the entrance to Denise's vaginal canal and his hot clammy hands grasped Denise's rigid firm breasts. Almost as if trained, his cockhead began it's slow entrance into her waiting cunt. Slowly it went in. His cock felt so sensitive that it felt as if that for every micro-inch there was a mile of unbelievable pleasure. Branton pushed his man pole deep into her cunt until it could go no further.
Then he began a slow but sure retreat. He knew Denise craved a rougher time but he was going to do it his way, he held all the cards, after all.
Denise's eyes had been closed since she was thrown to the bed. When she finally opened them to pleade with Branton to plow her harshly and powerfully, she realized that Marcia was watching them fuck. If Marcia had indeed spent her come already, one couldn't have told. She stood there excitedly pushing four fingers into her own cunt
"Come on dear," she shouted to Branton, "fuck that little bitch's cunt-plow her deep so that she knows she really has a man fucking her.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he responded.
Denise moaned with pleasure and excitement, craving more fucking from Branton.
"Fuck that cock, Denise, dear," shouted Marcia.
"Come on, you bitch, fuck my cock, push up against it," moaned Branton.
Branton increased his tempo and his pressure.
Denise could feel some relief in the increased tempo.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," Marcia yelled to Branton.
"I am, baby, I am!"
"Fuck that bitch hard. Fuck that stupid whorey slut."
The words turned on Denise as well as Branton.
Marcia, too, was turned on. She kept plowing her own cunt with her four sopping wet fingers. She was near another climax.
"Oh, darling, I think I'm nearly read to come," screamed Marcia.
"I'm not too far off, myself," muttered Branton.
Denis could really feel Branton's pulsing prick penetrating her canal and causing a burning like sensation on her vaginal walls.. How could a guy give such a great fuck and be such a bastard, thought Denise, faintly.
Branton was really pushing hard into Denise now. Every time his cock head pushed against the nether walls of her vagina, he thought he would shoot, but he held back.
Denise found herself ready to scream.
"I want your cream. I want all your creamy sperm," she pleaded. "I want all your big manly cock."
"You're going to get it, baby." responded Branton, pantingly.
Their fucking was making sopping noises, like a plunger on a stopped up drain. In fact, the tempo became so fast and vigorous, that the cock literally left the cunt hole wholely but immediately found its way back inside, diving for new and better pleasures. Branton's cock was seeking release-it was seeking pleasure and it knew it was giving pleasure.
"I want you, baby," Denise found herself screaming again.
Denise almost forgot where she was and what she was doing. She felt as if she were in a wonderland of sex-even removed from sex. She had never before gotten so high on sex. It was a real fantasy world. All the pressures she had felt about the world coming in on top of her were being released in all the sexuality taking place in that bedroom. Her whole life was passing before her, but there was no real content-no systax or context. She couldn't even begin to know what it was all about.
Her cunt was like a new volcano ready to spew forth its hot creamy lava.
And Branton also felt like his cock was plunging into the hot hellish fires of a new volcano. The heat was indescribably beautiful and he kept up his maddening tempo.
"I'm coming, dear," shrilled Marcia.
Denise looked over at her and saw that now Marcia had almost her whole hand in her vibrating cunt. She couldn't believe Marcia could get her whole hand into her own cunt. What an experience, Denise thought.
And just as Branton came he yelled, "Holy shit! What a fuck. What a hellish fuck! I can't believe how much come I'm shooting forth. It's a real fucking flood."
They were all spent, even though Denise's volcano only died down slowly.
Bit by bit, reality returned to her. In that wild fuck scene in wonderland, Denise had forgotten about reality-especially about the reality of those pictures Branton had threatened her with.
What was she going to do? What had she done? How had she allowed herself to even begin to believe that this fucking scene was going to change reality.
Again the pressures of reality came in upon her. What was she going to do?
CHAPTER TEN
Peter wasn't like the others. He was tall, good looking and kind with her.
He was a new boy at school and responded thankfully to Denise's offering to show him around that first day. They'd met for sodas after school and he'd asked her out for the next Friday night.
Denise had accepted readily. Together they'd decided to pack a picnic supper and go to the local drive in move for a double feature of horror movies. They both were avid fans of such thrillers. Half the fun they out of them was laughing at them when they got too silly or too phony.
Denise had made the sandwiches. Pete had brought the soda.
The whole evening seemed like a wonderful respite from the depressing situation Denise had found herself in. Her life seemed to be horribly upset ever since that first week and she had come home and found her parents in the arms of Marcia and Tom Branton.
Tonight, Denise vowed that she would put the Brantons out of her mind. She'd worried enough about them and it still hadn't done a bit of good. They still had her at their mercy and it was even worse now that Denise had found someone she thought she really could go for.
As they watched the movie, Denise found herself looking over at Peter's profile. He had a strong profile. His features were good and they broke into a broad smile at the slightest provocation.
The movie was ridiculous as they'd known it would be and the second one promised to be even worse.
"Another sandwich?" Denise asked. She smiled at herself realizing how comfortable she felt with this young man. Something about him put her completely at ease. And that was somethig she'd never experienced with any other guy. She'd always been on guard, sort of playing a role with the others. Peter's unquestioning acceptance of her however she felt like acting gave her a feeling of emotional warmth she hadn't felt in a long long time.
"Sure what you have?" Pete said turning to his date and watching her fact with affectionate interest.
"Salami, ham or bolony."
"Salami," Pete said then went on. "You know you're an exceptional girl."
"Thank you," Denise felt herself blush. Something she'd thought she'd forgotten how to do. "Why do you say that?"
"Because that's just the way I feel ... I feel that you're an exceptional girl ... therefore you are."
"Well you're not just the run of the mill guy yourself." Denise smiled.
They both laughed. Denise handed him a sandwich and took one out for herself. Pete opened two more bottles of cola and handed one over.
"We ought to do this more often." Denise said. "A picnic with a difference. Invite all your friends, werewolves, vampires, frankinstein monsters."
"I'll be the mad scientist and you can be the virgin maid in destress." Pete laughed.
But Denise didn't laugh. Somehow she felt that she'd moved out of this world that was so simple. Just dating guys her own age and trying to keep them from kissing you too much. It was so stupid to her now.
What would he think if he knew I wasn't a virgin? What would he think if he knew that I'd made love with another woman?
Denise felt herself getting very depressed.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Pete asked, his voice suddenly soft with concern.
"I'm sorry Peter, it's nothing you can do anything about ... I was just thinking of something ... well, something unpleasant ... something I'd rather forget."
"Nothing you can tell me about?" Pete asked. He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her head down to his shoulder. His other hand ran through her hair gently.
"No ... forget it." Denise said. But she could feel tears rising in her eyes. She fought them off.
"If there's anything I can do...." Peter started but he stopped realizing that there wasn't. He wondered what was bothering her.
"There's nothing you can do, Peter," Denis said softly, "I'd tell you if there were ... you'd be the first one I'd tell if there were."
"Thank you," Peter bent over her and kissed her on the cheek.
Denise raised her face to his and accepted his next kiss on her lips.
The kiss lasted a long time. It grew from a gentle affectionate touching of lips to a passionate tongue entwined kiss that shot both of them through with chills of desire.
Denise broke away from the kiss.
"Take me home, Peter ... please, take me home."
"What?" Peter pulled back amazed. "Why the first picture isn't even over yet ... what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Just please take me home."
"All right."
"Look I'll pay you back for the movie ... you can see it some other time," Denise said.
"No, I don't want you to do that."
"I just want to be alone," she said.
But by the time they reached her house she didn't want to be left alone. She wanted to be with Peter. She didn't.
"Would you like to come in for coffee?" Denise asked as they pulled up outside her house.
"Sure, sure I don't have anything planned."
"Peter, I'm sorry."
"So am I, I didn't mean to sound so mad. It's just that ... well, I like you a lot and if something is hurting you I want to know what it is ... I want to be able to do something about it."
"I know, Pete ... I feel the same say." Denise reached her hand up and touched his cheek. "But there's nothing you can do.
They'd had two cups of coffee apiece and neither of them wanted to leave. Denise's parents weren't home ... in fact weren't expected for hours.
Soon they were on the couch together. Their kisses were gowing more and more passionate with each embrace. Denise knew that he wanted to make love to her.
"Pete?"
"Huh?"
"Do you want to make love to me?"
"I ... ah ... of course." Peter kissed her on the cheek gently. "I mean it'd be just that with you ... making love ... I think I'm falling in love with you, Denise ... and I'm not just saying it to get you in bed."
"Well, you're certainly not going to get me in a bedroom tonight that's for sure ... if my parents came home and we were upstairs there'd be all hell to pay ... so forget about getting me in bed.
Peter laughed.
"You know what I mean, Denise," Pete said finally." I mean I don't want to just make it with you ... I like you, I think I love you."
"Oh, Pete." Denise said and to keep from crying she pressed her lips to his and guided him down on the couch next to her.
Soon her blouse was opened and his hands were exploring her bare breasts. Denise tried to give herself up to the delicious sensations surging through her, but one part of her mind kept her apart from it. Like she was there watching two other people making love.
When he entered her, she cried out as if it'd hurt so he'd think she had been a virgin.
"Denise, Denise," Peter kept repeating, moving in and out of her slowly, afraid of hurting her. He'd heard that girl's were very tender down there the first time they did it.
Pete wouldn't admit it to save his life really, but it was the first time for him. He'd petted girls down there sure, but he'd never gotten it into a girl. All the others wouldn't let him. They stopped him just at the critical moment.
Denise knew what Peter was doing. Knew that he was trying not to hurt her.
She felt a surge for the young man so strong that it brought with it finally an accompanying wave of sexual desire and a firm response to his penis deep in. her hole.
The muscles of her cunt contracted around his stroking cock and Denise raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
"It doesn't hurt, Peter ... honest, it doesn't hurt anymore," she told him. It wasn't fair for him to hold back to protect her from something that didn't exist.
"Sure?"
"Oh, I'm sure ... please, please don't hold back with me ... I need you not to hold back with me ... Peter, Peter I love you ... oh gee, I love you."
"I love you too, Denise." Peter said, but his stroking had brought his excitement to a high peak and he couldn't hold back anymore.
His stroke became surer and harder. His cock pressed harder into her damp hole.
Denise raised up to meet him. She felt the wave building deep inside her.
"Oh, don't be through yet, please don't be through yet, her mind pleaded silently.
But it was too late. Peter couldn't hold out any longer. Denise felt the thick fluid pumping into her and for the first time she realized it was something to accept into her body willingly not just another by product of the wild humping and bouncing together that was sex.
"Don't pull out, my love," Denise whispered. "Stay with me for a while."
Peter obeyed and lay on her gently, his cock loosing its hardness but remaining in her as their breathing slowed and their muscles relaxed.
Later they sat and smoked together after they'd both gotten fully dressed again. "Denise?"
"Yes?"
"I meant what I said before. It wasn't just that I needed you physically."
"Meant what?"
"That I love you ... I mean it and I've never said that to anyone before ... I love you, Denise."
"I love you too, Peter." Denise took his hand and squeezed it.
Then she couldn't help herself. The tears started flowing from her eyes and a huge sob racked her body.
"What is it?" Pete asked urgently.
"Nothing ... it's nothing ... I'm just happy," Denise had and immediately hated having to lie to him.
"Peter, hold me in your arms, please ... I need you to hold me."
Peter took the young girl into his arms and tried to comfort her as best he could.
And for a while the nightmare of sexual bondage was pressed from Denise's mind. For a brief moment she was free and surrounded by warmth.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
But the nightmare could not be held off for long. The next afternoon Denise again was with the Brantons. There was no pleasant anticipation this time. There was just a dread and a kind of dead acceptance that she'd have to get through the afternoon and then she could see Peter again. But first she had to get through the afternoon.
Gosh, how many showers would she have to take later to get the stink off her body?
"We have some friends for you to meet this afternoon, dear," Mrs. Branton said sugary sweet when Denise came into the cabin with her husband.
"What do you mean?" Denise was already on edge and disgusted with herself and with the Brantons. All during the trip up there, Tom Branton had his hands groping for her. Feeling her tits and playing with her bush. What had seemed exciting just a week before now seemed disgusting and vile. She'd wanted to jump out of the car and run and run until she couldn't run anymore. Then she just wanted to die.
"Well, dear, you've been so nice to Tom and me, I though you might like to be nice to some of our friends too. After all it would be selfish of us to keep you all to ourselves."
Suddenly it dawned on Denise what she meant.
"I won't do it," the young girl insisted. "You can't make me do it."
"Oh, but you are wrong there, my dear," Marcia said in a cold voice. "We can and we will make you do it ... You'll do whatever we say."
"How, go ahead show those pictures to my parents. I'll tell them that you forced me to let you take them ... I'll tell them everything."
"And what about your friend?"
"Who?"
"What's his name ... Peter?"
"How do you know about him?"
"You were seen with him, my dear ... There's not much we can't find out if we want to ... That is if our own interests are at stake."
"You're filthy."
"Now, now, you're just as bad as we are, you know. You enjoyed most everything up till now ... I don't see why you don't just relax ... What's done is done ... There's nothing you can do about it."
"Besides," Tom Branton put in, "if those pictures got out, even if you told your story, you would end up in a children's prison until you were eighteen. Five years, my dear ... That's a long time ... I doubt if your young man would even remember who you are except as some girl he fucked years ago."
"Damn you," Denise shouted, but knew it wouldn't do any good.
Denise resigned herself to her fate at least for this afternoon. But she couldn't see how she could face Peter after what she knew she'd have to do.
The Brantons got her undressed and redressed in a shorty pajama.
"The men like their young girls to look like young girls. It's a not uncommon desire, you know," Marcia explained. "A lot of men feel much more secure with a young girl ... some of them pretend it's their daughters they're fucking, but of course they couldn't do anything with their daughters ... that's not right ... incest is bad."
"You're worth quite a bit my dear ... Much more than you'd think. How many girls are there, I mean, who have your talent at your age. Ah, but first things first," Marcia said fixing drinks for four people instead of three.
"We have a little project we must complete before your customer gets here...." Marcia went to a doorway to the bedroom.
"Are you ready Hank?" she called. Then she turned back to Denise. "Come my dear, we have everything set up in the bedroom ... Hank's really a charming fellow ... You'll like him ... He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen ... Sometimes I even suck it myself just for my own pleasure."
Denise almost laughed when she met Hank. He was exactly what she had expected of a man who had sex in front of the camera to be like.
He was a weight lifter. Had a large stocky body. His genitals were huge and he seemed to have the ability to keep a hard on even when talking about something entirely different than sex. Like money for instance. Or maybe it was money that really turned him on.
His hair was cropped short. It was a mousy brown color. His features were hard like a dock worker's, and he was stupid, or at least acted like it.
His eyes stared right through Denise's gown when she walked in and she had the uneasy feeling that she was being fed to a monster like the girls in the horror movies.
Denise looked around the rest of the bedroom slowly. There were giant lights set up in three places and two movie cameras.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it my dear. The film will never appear any place where you could be recognized. It will be sold privately ... we have a very discreet group of buyers. All told only about ten people will ever see it, and they will all be out of state." Marcia explained.
"Now," Tom Branton said, "I'll tell you what's going on ... you won't have to do much, just do what I say and everything will be all right." Branton turned to his wife. "She'd better use something so she doesn't hurt herself."
Marcia apparently knew what he meant for she left the room to get something.
"I'll fix her up while you explain everything to her," Marcia said going out the door.
"Right ... Now my dear, the situation is this ... You're in bed at home ... you're sleeping quietly like a young girl should ... You won't need the panties part of that nighty for this ... Okay?...."
Denise obediently slipped off the panties and stood only in the transparent nightee that came only down just barely far enough to hide her bush.
"Much better," Branton said, "Now, you'll have kicked off the covers so I can get a shot of your body before the action really starts ... The gist of the thing is this guy breaks into your room and threatens you with a knife if you don't do what he wants ... Don't worry, it's only a rubber knife, but it will look real ... then you just have to submit to him and do as I say and you'll do fine."
Marcia Branton had come back into the room.
"Sit on the bed, honey," she said. She was carrying a jar of vaseline and was taking the cap off as she talked.
"Put your legs up dear so I can get this stuff on ... otherwise loverboy here might hurt you if you're not ready for him."
With deft fingers Marcia rubbed the vaseline onto the young girl's genitals and up into her deep hole.
"There, that ought to do it ... We like to take care of our friends."
"I'm not your friends," Denise protested, but she didn't say it very loudly and knew that saying it wouldn't do any good at all.
"Come now, dear, you'll even get your share out of the profits."
"I don't want any money from you."
"You'll have earned it, believe me."
"Are we ready?" Tom Branton wanted to know.
"Guess so," Marcia said cheerfully.
"Okay, Hank wait outside until I'm ready for you. Marcia will come get you."
"I'll come get you any time, Hank," Marcia said and patted the man's cock and balls.
He'd been standing around stark naked as if he were completely natural in that state. He looked hungrily at Denise who lay now prone on the bed and then left the room.
The first part wasn't as bad as Denise had expected. It wasn't much worse than posing for figure study photographs, though she knew the effect of her nakedness peeking out from under the sheets of the bed was much more erotic than it would have been in a figure magazine.
Then he told her to masturbate herself. "But I'm supposed to be asleep?" Denise protested.
"Well, I've just changed the script ... It'll be much more effective this way ... you'll be masturbating in bed when Hank comes in and you'll have been raised to such a passion that you give yourself to him willingly ... They'll like that much better."
Denise did as she was told, but felt nothing. The fingers and the genitals she manipulated with them could have belonged to a total stranger for all she felt. She had become numb to the situation. She realized it with a bit of surprise but then was thankful for it. The whole thing would have been unbearable without that numbness.
"Spread your lips wider," Branton ordered, "Do it with your fingers ... I want to get a shot of your hole...."
Numbly Denise obeyed.
Then Hank came in and the real nightmare began.
"Okay, Hank, now get down between her legs and suck her cunt. Do it good and hard ... Denise you act like you're loving it. That shouldn't be hard...."
Branton was wrong there, but Denise automatically acted as if she were in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Still she felt nothing. Just humiliation and a deep pain inside her that wouldn't go away no matter how she tried to tell herself that she was being forced to do this.
She could still feel his heavy lips and tongue pressing at her hole, but the desire wasn't there. Nothing was there but the rudimentary sensation and realization of what he was doing to her.
He's sucking my cunt, Denise said to herself to see how it felt to say it. There still was no reaction. It sounded strange and meaningless. This guy's sucking my cunt and I don't feel a thing.
"You're doing fine, Hank ... You too, Denise ... Just keep it up for another minute or so...."
"Okay, not so wildly ... okay now you crawl up further on the bed with her Hank ... hold your prick to her lips ... yes, like that ... that's good....
Hank's large, erect cock was pressing against Denise's lips. For a minute she thought she was going to be sick, but finally she gave in and took the gigantic organ into her mouth.
"Come on, now, Denise ... you're supposed to be enjoying this ... Suck on it like you want to eat it up ... pump it hard ... come on...."
Hank's hands moved to the back of her head as he knelt in front of her face. His hands pressed her head towards him so his cock pounded deeper into her mouth.
"Okay, Hank, now you're overcome with freanzy, reach down and rip her nightgown away from her."
The large man obeyed. Denise continued to suck at his dick.
"Great, great," Branton called ... okay , Hank pretend you're coming in her mouth ... that's right pound it in hard and then hold it like your coming ... "
Hank obeyed.
"Denise pretend that you love it and then swallow it as he pulls away."
Denise felt a surge of relief that she would not actually have to take this man's semen into her mouth. She pretended to take it though and pretended to swallow it making it as realistic as she could afraid that if it didn't look right they'd make her really do it.
Then Hank was at her again. He threw himself between her legs and forced his large cock into her tight hole. If it hadn't been for the vaseline Marcia had rubbed onto her Denise was sure that it would nave hurt terribly.
It hurt a little bit anyway. She felt like she was being torn apart by the gigantic prick as it pressed its way deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Still she had to pretend to like it. Had to look like she couldn't get enough. She was beyond feeling anything at all now, though. She told herself over and over: This guy's fucking me ... he's fucking me. But the words didn't have any meaning for her. The only result of the heavy pounding of his prick was that it made her feel like she had to go to the bathroom.
The cock just kept pounding into her until Denise felt wave after wave of hot come spurting out and filling her hole. Then the great monster of a man pulled out of her.
"You ain't bad, sweetie, how about a rematch alone sometime?" he asked in a heavy deep voice.
"Get out of here," Denise yelled...."All of you get the hell out of here."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Denise lay on the bed crying until she couldn't cry anymore. She didn't know how long it had been since they'd left her alone in the room, but it wasn't long enough. She wished she could die. The whole things was so humiliating and she knew that she couldn't go back with Peter. How could she do something like that to him?
She felt hopelessly trapped and it was made all the worse to realize that she had sprung the trap on herself. It had been her determination to get revenge on her mother that had made her go after Branton.
But how could she have know what it would be like? How could she have realized what she was getting into? She wondered if she ever would feel all right again. And she realized there was finally only one way out. Her parents would be out when she got home and she'd have plenty of time.
The last thought she had before the Brantons entered the bedroom was to wonder what it was like to die.
She didn't care any more what they did to her. She hadn't even felt disgust when the Brantons had undressed and crawled onto the bed with her.
"We have some time, lovey," Marcia had said. "We can have a little fun together ... Just the three of us."
Denise didn't even protest. She just lay back and did what they said and let them do whatever they wanted to her.
"Don't worry," Marcia said sounding as if she were trying to make up for everything. "I'll do you again ... I'll make you feel good."
But this time, Denise didn't feel a swell of excitement when Marcia's mouth pressed at her cunt. She just felt tired and alone and depressed.
Tom Branton positioned himself in front of her and she realized that the respite from having to suck off Hank was only a temporary one. Now she'd have to suck off Branton, he was pressing his swollen cock at her lips. And he'd want her to swallow it.
Well, what the hell difference did it make anymore, Denise wondered. It couldn't make things any worse. What the hell?
Slowly she opened her lips to Tom's prick and took it deep into her throat. Then she found a way to make it bearable. She pretended that it was Peter's cock that she had between her lips and that she was trying to do it for him.
Branton was surprised at her renewed vigor as her mouth sucked in more of his cock.
"See, she's coming around," he called to his wife. "It's really not as bad as all that, now is it?" he asked Denise.
She didn't answer. She was deep in her own fantasy. It was as close as she'd ever come to having sex with Peter again. She'd only be with him in fantasy.
She felt the beginning throbs of Branton's climax approaching but she didn't pull away. She accepted his semen as it shot into her mouth, then obediently swallowed it.
It'll all be over soon, she thought. I have to get through this afternoon, then the nightmare will be over. It will be over for good.
Marcia Branton was still sucking at her cunt, but when the older woman saw that the young girl wouldn't come, she left her and went into the other room with Tom.
"Get dressed dear," Marcia said. "There's a custom in the closet ... The little girl dress ... You'd better take a quick shower too, you're all sweaty."
Then the door slammed behind her.
"This guy must be really weird," Denise said out loud to herself.
She'd taken a quick shower and had laid out the costume on the bed.
It really was a little girl's dress. There were semitransparent laced panties like little girls wear and a frilly dress. The dress was pink with white lace. It was short and had three petticoats sewn into it. There was even a bow for her to put in her hair.
"Gosh," she said to the mirror as she started dressing, "I'm going to look about ten instead of fourteen."
Gosh, fourteen, she thought. I've had more sex than most people have by twenty one. And most of it the wrong kind. She wondered what there was in the universe that decided how people's lives turned out. Whatever it was, it certainly seemed to have it in for her.
There was a curious calm that had come over Denise. Maybe it had come from her decision about what she was going to do when she got home. At least then there would be no question as to what would happen. She toyed with the idea of leaving a note, telling her parents what had happened and why, but then she decided against it.
She wasn't really mad at her mother anymore. She wasn't made at anyone. It was just the way things had turned out.
The worst part of all was, of course, that Peter had come too late. If he had come into her life before she'd seen her parents she would have had someone to turn to.
But he hadn't and there was nothing she could do about it now. There was only one more thing to do and she'd have to wait. But it would be only a few more hours.
With the curious almost good humored detachment that had come with her decision, Denise debated on whether or not she should put on a bra.
Little girls didn't wear bras, but then little girls didn't have tit either.
Finally she decided to do without.
Once she was finally all dressed, Denise found a pack of cigarettes on the dresser and lit one.
She sat on the edge of the bed smoking and waiting for the man who would come to her while she was in this costume.
She wondered if he would be dressed like a little boy and want her to play doctor or something.
She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Denise was in the middle of her second cigarette when the door to the bedroom opened and a man came in.
He was in his mid forties or fifties, Denise decided. His hair was mostly gray. He was overweight but not really grotesquely so. He had wire-rimmed spectacles and beady little eyes looked out from behind the thick lenses.
The man walked with a slight limp and Denise's first reaction to the man was to feel sorry for him.
The man stood there looking around the room, then back at her where she sat on the bed, the cigarette suspended half way between the ashtray and her mouth.
"Soooo ... This is the way you repay a father's love is it?" were the first words out of his mouth.
My gosh, Denise thought in amazement, this guy really is crazy.
"By sneaking behind his back," the man went on.
"But...." Denise stammered.
"Ah, you don't have to explain anything to me ... I can see all I have to see with my own eyes ... A father should be respected, his orders would be obeyed...."
The man stared at her as if grievously hurt.
Denise still didn't have the vaguest idea what the hell this old guy was talking about.
Fleetingly she wondered how much he was paying the Brantons for the privilege of acting out his little fantasy.
"But father...." Denise said deciding that she may as well go along with the guy. After all he'd probably paid a bundle for his little play.
It wouldn't make any difference to her soon anyway.
"Can't you remember to address me as sir?" the man asked, one hand in a fist.
"Yes, sir," Denise replied.
"Ah, that's better ... Now put that stinking weed out ... I warned you what would happen if I ever caught you smoking again now didn't I?"
Denise didn't say anything.
"Well, didn't I?"
"Yes, Sir," Denise said.
Denise crushed out the cigarette and swung her legs up onto the bed. She knew that the motion gave this old guy a chance to look up under her ridiculous little girl's dress, but she didn't care.
She waited for him to lead on into the fantasy situation he apparently so ardently craved.
"Haven't you anything to say on your own behalf?" the man answered slowly moving towards the bed. "Well then, I will have to take things into my own hands, won't I? ... I mean, your mother isn't home tonight and I certainly can't let you just go on out to that party of catching you sneaking cigarettes in the house."
Denise just watched him and listened to him trying to catch the drift of the situation. It was very much like kids playing house and taking one wild tangent after another as thoughts popped into their minds.
So far she knew, he was supposed to be her father. He had caught her smoking which was expressly forbidden. And that her mother was out and she was supposed to have been going to a party.
"But all the kids are going," Denise protested finally, saying what she thought a young girl would say.
"I don't care what all the kids are doing," Father said, "I only care about you."
The man sat down on the bed next to her. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes from moving back to look up under her skirt.
"Come here, dear," he said. "I am afraid that you need a little discipline."
Warily Denise moved over on the bed next to him. Then he took her arm and dragged her across her lap.
This is ridiculous, Denise thought, realizing that he was going to spank her. If he doesn't take it easy I'm going to bite him.
I swear really I will, she thought.
"This is going to hurt me more than it does you, my dear," the man said.
His large hands grabbed hold of the short skirt and bunched it up around her waist. Then they grabbed the waist band of the panties and pulled them down around her ankles.
Ah, so this is it, she thought.
Denise felt his large hands roam over the soft flesh of her buttocks. She felt one finger strance the line between her cheeks.
Then his hand fell. The sound of the slap seemed to echo around the room. A large white imprint of his hand appeared on her buttock.
Denise felt the sharp sting of the slap. It was soon followed by another and another.
Despite herself, Denise felt tears well up in her eyes.
Then a completely different sensation touched her.
"Oh, my dear, daddy's sorry," the man was saying apparently close to tears himself. "Did daddy hurt you bad ... daddy didn't mean to hurt you."
The new sensation was that of the man's lips against her ass.
This guy's really crazy, Denise thought.
Then a probing finger pressed into the cleft between her ass cheeks and found her tight little asshole there. The finger probed on until it was lodged part way into her asshole.
The sensation was a curiously pleasant one.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Denise whimpered.
"You know Daddy loves you don't you ... You know that Daddy loves you," the man repeated.
Denise looked up at the man. There were tears in his eyes and she could feel the stirrings of his cock under her belly as he continued playing with her ass.
"Come give Daddy a kiss to show him that you forgive him, dear."
Denise crawled up to a sitting position. His hand remained cupped on her ass. She brought her face to his.
With a whimper of his own, the man kissed her full on the lips.
"Daddy loves you," he repeated.
The man's kiss at first could have been mistaken for a fatherly one. But then his tongue pressed out of his mouth between her lips.
Denise resisted because that was what she thought he expected her to do.
His hand still cupped her bare ass and pulled her closer to him.
Finally, Denise's lips parted letting his large tongue gain entrance.
"My darling, my darling," the man said.
His hand left her ass and traveled to the front of her dress. To Denise's surprise he did not undress her completely but only opened the front of the dress so he could have access to her bared tits.
Kiss after kiss was planted on her nipples and breasts, his hand then moved from her breasts down between her legs.
"Daddy loves you," the man kept repeating over and over again.
"Daddy's going to make you feel good, dear," he insisted as his hand continued to probe at her young bush.
Denise felt his finger find the entrance to her hole and press into it.
It stayed there only a brief minute before he brought both his hands to her shoulders and lowered her onto her back on the bed.
"Don't be frightened, dear," he said. "Daddy isn't going to hurt you."
He guided her legs so that her knees were raised and her thighs spread wide apart. The dress was bunched at her waist. Her tits were exposed through the open front of the dress.
The man lowered his head between her legs and started working at her cunt with his mouth.
Denise felt his tongue seek her hole and enter it.
My gosh what kind of father would do that to his own daughter, Denise wondered. Then she wondered further if he was reenacting a scene that actually had taken place with his own daughter or if it was pure fantasy. But what could have been the poor girl's reaction if this scene had really happened between father and daughter?
"You are so beautiful, my dear," he told her, lifting his head from between her legs. "You are very beautiful ... your daddy loves you."
His head returned down between her thighs. Once more his tongue pressed past the tight entrance to her cunt.
Is that all he's going to do? Denise wondered.
But the answer came soon enough.
The man raised himself from between her thighs.
"Daddy is going to let you play with his toy," the man said.
He unzipped the front of his slacks and brought out his hard penis. He brought Denise's hand to it and showed her how to rub it up and down.
His mouth returned to her cunt.
Then abruptly as if he were going completely crazy he started talking again.
"Oh, gosh I can't stop ... I don't have the power to stop myself ... Forgive me forgive me, dear ... Daddy can't help himself ... You are too beautiful ... he loves you too much."
With this he climbed between her thighs and spreading the lips of her cunt with one hand brought his cock into contact with her hole with the other.
Then with a mighty stroke he had entered her.
"Forgive me, I can't help myself ... I can't stop myself ... you are too beautiful ... I love you too much ... Daddy loves you so much," he kept saying in rhythm to the long hard strokes of his swollen cock deep in Denise's hole.
It seemed strange to Denise but she felt more desire with this poor sick man than she had during all the other sessions of the afternoon.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and met his strong strokes with thrusts of her own.
Then she felt the climax grip him and the dampness of his sperm deep inside her.
Denise though that he would be through with her now, but she was terribly wrong.
The man went into a rage.
"Look what you have done to your father ... look what you have done, flaunting yourself in front of him like that, showing yourself to him."
His heavy hand whipped out and struck Denise so hard across the face that she tumbled from the bed. As she started to get up she could taste the blood in her mouth from where her teeth had cut into her lip.
"You're crazy," she yelled at him trying to get away.
But he grabbed her and twisted her arm up painfully behind her back.
"Is that what you do with the other guys?" he demanded his face distorted by his crazy passions. "You raise your skirts to them too, huh?"
His hand crashed across the young girl's face again. The pain in her twisted arm was atrocious.
"Help me," she called out. "Oh, gosh help me." She tried to twist free but he wouldn't give up his grip. He spun her around to face him.
Horrified, Denise saw that he had his belt out and was pulling his arm back for a swing.
"Help," Denise called just between the heavy belt caught her across the shoulders. "Oh, gosh help me."
The pain shot through the young girl's body like a strong bolt of lightning.
The belt was raised up again and ready to crash down once more when the door to the bedroom slammed open and the Brantons ran in.
Tom Branton grabbed the belt away from the demented man, but didn't do anything else.
"That's enough," he said. "You've had enough."
The man looked from Marcia to Tom to Denise. Then he just nodded his head slowly and, head down, left the room.
Denise was still trembling. Her face still seemed numb from that vicious slap. Her arm was still painful from being twisted up behind her back.
Her shoulders stung with the pain of the recent belting. How thankful she was that someone had saved her from all the atrocious pain. But she was still horrified at what had happened. She couldn't believe it. What was the world coming to for her. Again it seemed as if it were trying to engulf her and make her a nameless, faceless statistic. Pain still shot through the young girl's body. When would it stop. When would the pain stop, she wondered?
What had she done to merit this kind of treatment. She felt like nothing.
She glanced at Tom Branton, who still held the belt which had so recently lightninged across her shoulders. How ironic that it was Tom Branton who had saved her from this pain. Tom and Marcia Branton just stared blankly at the poor wretch.
Denise felt nothing now. Oh yes, the pain was still there but it was as if it were not there. So much was going through her mind that she felt as if she had no feelings. Again she had schizophrenic feelings. Was she just one person or was she two. If two, which one was the real her.
Oh, what is happening to me, she pondered. What in the hell is happening to me. How did all of this fucking mess start. She was near hysteria and was definitely delirious.
She glanced at Tom and Marcia Branton again. She recalled that wonderland fucking Tom had given her before. Indeed, she felt nearly the same way. It was as if she were not at all in touch with reality. She was a particular Alice in her own peculiar, demonic, wonderland. Who played the parts. Where was the Cheshire cat, the mad hatter? When would she awaken from this dream-from this nightmare.
Tears welled up in her eyes. When would it become clear? How had it all began? Her body still ached, although somewhat less. The pain was still there but she felt nothing. She felt nothing for nobody. And to top it off, she didn't give a fuck what happened in that moment.
Tom and Marcia could force her into another wonderland sex scene of fucking and sucking and rimming and she didn't give a rotten fuck.
She started to cry silently. Oh how she ached.
What did the tears mean? Were they from the pain or from deep inside. Untapped emotions.
Oh, how she wished she knew what to do with her life. How she wished she knew how to pull herself out of this dismal abyss she had allowed herself to fall into!
Finally Denise began to gather her senses again. And again she glanced at Tom and Marcia Branton who had rushed into the bedroom and saved her, ironically, from more strappings from the leather belt.
Yes, the had run into the bedroom and saved her. But, they had done nothing more. But, then, she really didn't expect it. She didn't expect anything from the world today.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Denise climbed from the tub and started to rub herself with a heavy terry cloth robe.
Thank heavens it was all over now. She was at home again, and as she'd hoped there was nobody else there. She was alone and could not do what she had planned to do without being disturbed.
She laughed at herself for bothering even to take a shower. What difference could it possibly make if she showered or not?
Yet, the showers had made her feel quite a bit better, at least it got the stink of the afternoon's activities out of her pores and off her skin even if nothing could blot it out of her mind.
Well, nearly nothing.
Covered only by the wrapped around terry cloth towel, Denise started rummaging through the medicine cabinet searching out what she wanted.
Then she remembered that her mother kept the sleeping pills downstairs in the kitchen.
Well, Denise wanted to have a cigarette anyway.
Slowly she made her way down stairs. She found both cigarettes and the sleeping pills she was after in the cupboard in the kitchen.
The whole thing had been such a waste. But there was nothing more she could do about it. Once more she thought of leaving a note, but once more decided against it.
The young girl dumped out a handful of sleeping pills into her palm and for a long time just sat there staring at them. Then she got up, filled a glass with water and brought it back to the kitchen table.
Slowly she crushed out the cigarette, then closed her hand around the large pills. She was crying.
"Denise."
The car wasn't there, but Denise had promised to see him tonight and he had no doubt that she intended to keep that promise.
He circled around to the back of the house. There weren't any lights on yet and it was getting dark.
Gradually as he called a couple more times he realized that something must have happened to make Denise change her mind. Or maybe she'd had no intention of seeing her again anyway.
Maybe she was ashamed of having sex with him and didn't want to see him again.
"Denise?" he called once more without much hope of getting an answer.
Reluctantly he turned and started down the drive way.
Half way down he stopped and went back to the back again. He climbed the old wooden steps to the back door and looked in the mailbox.
Maybe she'd left a note.
There was nothing there.
He pressed his face up against the screen of the back door and looked into the kitchen.
"Denise...." He called and banged his fist on the door.
She was slumped over the table and didn't seem to be moving.
Frantically he tried to get the girl's attention, but nothing seemed to work. She just stayed there motionless as if he wasn't there.
Maybe she's sick.
Frantically Peter looked around him and saw a high, small panty window that was part way opened.
If he could unhook the screen he could pull himself through and help the girl inside.
Peter climbed up on the railing of the back porch and balanced himself there. The railing was creaky and unstable but it was the only thing he had to stand on, so he would just have to do it.
There wasn't time to do much of anything, he had to get inside and telephone for help.
Carefully he reached up towards the screen. He nearly lost his balance and had to steady himself against the side of the house.
Then he tried again.
The screen was hooked on the inside.
"Oh damn," he said. But that wouldn't do much good.
He reached into his pocket for a pocket knife, opened the blade and stabbed up at the screen.
The first time he stabbed at it the blade glanced off and nearly shut on his fingers.
The second time it went through. With two strong slashing motions he opened the screen just in front of where the hook was. Then feeling with the blade of the knife he found the hook and pushed it slowly and steadily until he felt it come free.
The screen swung out a little. Bracing himself with one hand Peter reached up with the other and lifted the screen off it's hooks.
It dropped to the ground under the window. Now he reached up and pushed open the window.
He gripped the sill with both hand and let his feet leave the railing. Then he pulled himself up painfully and slowly and got a better hold on the window sill.
The window was barely big enough for him to get his body through, but he went in head first, feeling around him as he entered the pantry.
Then he lost his balance and fell agonizingly to the floor with a crash.
Little bumps of cans and soda bottles seemed to bruise his whole body, but within seconds he realized that he was basically all right.
He scrambled to his feet and felt around over his head for a light. He found a string an pulled it. A bright bare bulb flashed on.
He looked around, found the door and pushed against it.
"Oh! it's locked," he said out loud, his heart sinking. Then he pushed harder against the door and it opened.
He hurried to the table where he'd seen Denise.
She was sitting slumped over. Her chin rested on her chest.
"Denise ... Denise," he called to her shaking her shoulders as hard as he could.
Slowly the young girl looked up at him.
Her eyes were red from crying, her face was lined with a pain he could not define.
He looked around the table in front of her. There was a glass nearly empty that looked like it had contained water. And there was a bottle of pills.
Anxiously he picked up the bottle of pills and read the label.
"Whew! sleeping pills."
The bottle was nearly empty.
"Denise, did you take these?" he asked, but was afraid that he already knew the answer.
"Denise," he shook her again.
"How many did you take?" He continued to shake her, "how many?"
She shook her head slowly from side to side.
Then Peter saw her right hand. It was clenched shut. Slowly Denise opened the hand. Peter saw that it was filled with the pills.
"Did you take any?" Peter demanded.
Slowly Denise shook her head, "no" again.
"Oh, thank heavens-Thank heavens," he wrapped his arms around her.
Then a great sob built up inside of the young girl and broke out in a new fit of crying.
"Peter, Peter ... I'm sorry, Peter ... I'm sorry," she cried over and over.
"I'll be all right," he promised.
"Peter, you don't understand," Denise said through her sobs.
"Then you're going to explain it to me ... I love you, Denise ... I have a right to know," Peter insisted.
"How can you love me ... You don't know what I've done." Denise said.
"I'll fix us some coffee and you're going to tell me." Peter said and went over to the stove to put on the water.
"Put those pills back into the bottle ... All of them," he ordered.
Slowly Denise obeyed.
Peter thought that he was going to be sick. How could anybody do such a thing. How could they take advantage of someone like Denise and use her like that.
He put his arms around her.
"It's not your fault," he said. "It was a stupid thing to do, but you couldn't think of anything else ... I can't blame you."
"Do you still love me?" Denise asked. She was out of tears now. She couldn't dry anymore.
"Of course, I do ... And we're going to get you out of this thing ... Nobody is going to get away with something like that with the girl I love."
"They wanted me to come back tonight," Denise said.
"To the cabin?" Peter asked.
"No, to their house ... they're having a party they told me I'd have to be there or they'd show you the photographs, and send some to my father's business associates ... I would ruin him."
"You've got to go," Peter said suddenly. "What?"
"You've got to go ... You've got to find out where the darkroom is and let me know ... Then keep them busy while I get in there."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to burn the place," Peter said suddenly because the thought had just formed in his mind. "It's the only thing we can do ... Once the negatives are destroyed they can't hold anything over you."
"But they might tell anyway."
"I doubt it, they'd have no proof."
"Okay ... I think he said his darkroom was on top of the garage ... It used to be an apartment ... he has to do all his own developing else because of the nature of the films ... he keeps the place locked up tight, I'm sure of that ... He bragged about nobody being able to get in ... He wanted me to watch him develope the negatives and the film he shot."
"Good, good, but not tonight, tell him ... just ask him to show you the darkroom ... I'll be outside watching so don't worry ... Just try to get a window unlocked."
"All right," Denise said. She felt more frightened than she ever had in her life. She didn't know what the Branton's would do if they caught her. But for the first time in it seemed like years she felt a glimmer of hope that the whole nightmare would be over and she could go on with Peter.
"I love you, Peter," she said after a short silence.
"Be careful."
"Don't worry, I will."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"As you see," Tom Branton said, his arm tightly around Denise's waist, "I have the equipment to do all my own work, even the films."
"Will you teach me how to develop and print film?" Denise asked pressing against the man, and smiling up at him.
His hand moved down to her ass and patted it.
"Of course, I will," he said giving her a squeeze. "And I'm glad you came around to our way of thinking ... There's a lot of money to be made and half of it's yours...."
"It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Denise lied. "But I still prefer you to Hank or that other man."
Branton turned the girl into his arms and kissed her passionately.
She pressed her body up against him and met his tongue with her own.
Enjoy it, she thought, it's the last time, you bastard.
"Come now," Branton said, "the party is going to start in a few minutes."
"Then we have a few minutes," she said and without another word pulled up her skirt. "Let's take advantage of them."
Slowly she pulled her panties down so he could see her naked bush.
"Sit there by the window," she said, pointing to the chair that faced into the room.
He did as she told him.
Then Denise knelt down in front of him and unzipped the front of his pants. His cock was already hard and throbbing in his need for her.
She bent her lips to his cock and took it deeply into her mouth. She licked its length, circled its head with her tongue.
Then she stood up and climbed into his lap, her legs around the back of the chair as she impaled herself on the hard cock beneath her.
Then, astride him she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and presented her bare breasts to him.
His lips immediately went to their hard nipples and he sucked them in between his lips.
Denise raised and lowered herself on his lap, his cock going deep into her with each stroke.
One of her hands pressed his head to her breasts. The other one reached up towards the lock on the window.
Just as she was about to touch it, his head raised.
Denise moaned deep in her throat and wriggled on his lap.
"You're beautiful," he said unaware of what she had tried to do.
As she'd expected it didn't take him long to build to a climax.
Just as his body started vibrating to the final strong thrust of his climax, Denise once more pulled his face to her breasts and reached for the window lock.
It slid open just as the waves of semen shot up into her. She pretended to be reaching a climax of her own, then subsided, lowering her head to his shoulder.
"That was good," she lied.
"It'll be better later," Branton promised. "We'll be alone after the party."
"All right," she said.
"Come on, there's about to be the biggest party you've ever seen."
"I can't wait." Denise said and walked out of the darkroom with him without looking back.
From the side of the driveway Peter watched Denise and the man going into the garage. He saw the flickering of light above the garage and knew that she had been right about where the darkroom was.
He waited until they came out, then started to plan how he could get up to the top of the garage to find the window she'd unlocked for him. If she had been able to do it without Branton noticing.
He felt a tinge of jealousy at seeing her walk out with that man's arm tucked tightly around her. But suppressed the feeling, he had work to do.
Inside the house, Denise looked around at the other couples there. Several of them had cameras and she knew that she'd have to smash them by the end of the night.
"We have a special attraction for you tonight," Branton said addressing the couples sitting around in a circle. "This young girl is going to perform for us." He said drawing Denise into the center of the circle with him.
"I'm sure you're all going to enjoy yourselves tremendously." Branton finished and left Denise in the circle. He went to the phonograph and put on the music Denise had asked for.
She was fully dressed again in skirt, panties and blouse. Now all she had to do is to keep everyone's attention until Peter had a chance to do what he had to.
Also she'd have to keep back of her clothes so she could snatch them up quickly.
As the music started, Denise began to dance.
She wanted to be as sexy as she could. She had to keep everybody's attention.
As she danced she ran her hands over her own body, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
She ran her hands down her thighs and briefly up under her short skirt. As her hands came out, the audience got a glance at her thin white panties.
Someone clapped near the back of the room. Denise smiled and pressed her hands to the front of her skirt.
Then her hands came to the front of her blouse and slowly started unbuttoning it. The crowd was watching in rapt attention to each movement she made.
"Take it off," someone shouted.
Denise continued to undo her blouse. Then when it was opened she pulled the material slowly away from her bare breasts. Then took the blouse off the rest of the way. Folding it neatly and tossing it on to a side table at the edge of the circle.
She brought her hands to her tits and lifted them, presenting them to the viewers.
Several called out their approval.
She danced bare breasted for a while, then her hands went up under her skirt again.
This time they didn't come down empty. They brought her thin panties with them.
She stepped gracefully out of her panties, realizing that part of the crowd was getting a glimpse of her bare ass as she bent over slightly.
She didn't care now, she just wanted to keep them occupied. Now she was completely naked except for the brief skirt.
From the side of the circle, Branton reached in and handed something to her. The people around her applauded.
Peter had made it up to the roof of the garage and pulled the can of gasoline up after him. Once he was sure that the can would not tumble back off the slightly slanted roof, he carefully made his way along the edge of the roof.
Securing himself with one hand he lay on his stomach and reached down to the first window. It was securely locked.
He crawled on to the next window and the next.
After three tries he was scared that she had not been able to unlock any of them. There were two left. If he couldn't get one of them open he'd have to give up. Or try to swing the gasoline can into the room without its top on and hope he could get enough of the room before the fire was put out.
He crawled up to the next window and once more lying on his stomach reached down to try and open it.
He thought he felt the window give a little and his heart leaped in his chest. He tried again.
Yes, it was moving. She had been able to open a window for him. He moved carefully so he hung partly off the roof and pushed the window down the rest of the way.
Then he went back for the can of gasoline.
It wouldn't be long now, but the most dangerous part was coming up. He had to swing the can into the window, then lower himself through it.
Peter had never been so scared in his life.
Denise held the dildo in her hand. It was smooth and covered with something that made it feel like skin. The instrument was shaped like a large penis. Even the details of the head of it were etched in.
Slowly as she danced she lowered the artificial prick up under her skirt and pressed it against the entrance to her hole.
Then she slid it in. She started moving it in and out, in and out, simulating the motions of the real prick.
The audience loved it. But yelled that they wanted to see more.
Denise lowered herself onto the floor, She raised her knees and spread her thighs. She bunched the skirt up to her waist and continued to move the artificial phallus deep into her cunt.
"Take off the skirt ... Take off the skirt," someone called from the audience.
Denise reached around to the side of her skirt and unhooked it. Then she raised her hips and slid the skirt from under her.
Now she was lying completely nude in front of the crowd. They had a full view of the artificial prick moving in and out of her young cunt.
They loved it and cheered her on.
Denise just closed her eyes and continued the motions that simulated intercourse.
Then a voice broke into her.
"Darling, let me do it for you."
Denise opened her eyes and saw a blond woman kneeling between her legs.
The woman took the hand of the dildo and started moving it deeply in and out of Denise's cunt.
Then Denise felt the woman's lips on her breasts.
"Hey, let me get in there with the real thing," a man called entering the circle.
"She's too good to waste on something artificial," he called, placing himself between her legs.
Peter felt that his hand grip was slipping. He forced himself to concentrate on raising his body enough so he could swing his legs in through the window.
His arms ached as if they were going to fall off, but he drew a new wave of energy and swung in.
As he went through the window, he felt the harsh wood of the window frame scrape along his body.
He fell awkwardly and pain shot through his shoulder. He let out a groan, but silenced it immediately.
Slowly Peter climbed to his feet forcing himself not to think about the things he knew Denise had to be doing inside the house.
The sooner he got through the sooner he could get her out of there.
He groped in the dark for the can of flammable gas and finally found it after receiving several splinters in his hands. He twisted off the cap and looked around as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness.
He spotted some filing cabinets along one wall and went over to them. He opened all of the drawers, forcing a few of them that were locked, with his pen knife.
He smiled at the brief thought that he wouldn't make a bad thief.
Pouring gas in each drawer, he looked around for anything else he might need. Then he splashed gasoline over the whole room, determined that this would be the end of Denise's bondage to those horrible people. Then all he had to do was toss a lit cigarette into the room from the roof and the whole place would go up.
Denise felt the hardness of the real cock inside her. It seemed to fill her whole cunt with its length. She smiled to herself that she didn't even know what this guy looked like. This guy that was passionately fucking her.
The blond had brought her lips to Denise's as soon as the man had come out so Denise hadn't seen him. All she knew of him was the feel of his prick pounding, and twisting deep in her cunt.
Now the woman's lips left her and were replaced by the pressure of another prick at her lips. Denise couldn't refuse, she opened her mouth and accepted the cock into it.
How long, she wondered, How long would this go on before she could escape?
The man's cock pounded into her throat. She felt someone take one of her hands and brought it to a woman's bush.
Obediently, Denise shoved her fingers deep into the cunt of the unknown woman.
How long could this last ... How long?
Denise felt the thick flow of semen pump up into her own cunt. She felt the man pull out and be immediately replaced by another large cock. She lifted her hips to him. Felt tips on her breasts and something working between the cheeks of her ass.
Something was pressing at the entrance to her asshole, then painfully gaining entrance. She tried to pull away from it but the pressure of the cock in her cunt wouldn't let her move too far.
Oh, gosh, hurry, her mind pleaded to Peter.
Please, hurry.
She felt the first beginnings of climactic throbbing in the prick in her mouth. She braced herself for the onslaught of hot fluid.
No, she thought ... I'm not going to do that.
She pulled her mouth away from the heavy cock.
"Hey?" the man yelled. "What are you doing?"
But someone else's mouth lowered over the man's hard prick and he seemed satisfied.
Then she saw that it was a man who had lowered his mouth to the other man's cock and Denise thought she was going to throw up. .
She wretched herself away from the people on the floor.
Gosh, oh gosh, hurry Peter.
"Where are you going," Branton's voice bellowed at her. "What's going on?"
"Go to hell," Denise yelled at him...."Just go to fuckin' hell."
She pushed by him.
"My darkroom," Branton said suddenly. "You little bitch."
"Peter, Peter," Denise cried out loud. "Oh, gosh, what have I done?"
She tried to block Branton, but the man's heavy body pushed her back.
"You little bitch," he yelled at her. "You no good fuckin' little bitch."
Then he ran out towards the garage.
Denise fought to get to her clothes and started climbing into them.
Branton came back into the hallway just far enough for Denise to see him.
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch," he yelled to he . "I'll fix you both."
"Don't," Denise screamed.
But he kept on running.
Tears ran down her face. She listened for what she knew would come.
Then the sound exploded in her ears.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Peter ... Peter," Denise screamed.
There seemed to be confusion all around her.
"What happened?"
"I don't know ... Sounded like an explosion."
"Or a shot gun."
"Peter," Denise screamed again. "Right here."
"What?" she turned towards the voice.
Peter was standing there. He looked dirty and there was blood on his face and one arm, but he was alive.
"You're hurt."
"I'm all right," Peter grabbed her arm. There was another explosion. "What was that?"
"He must have kept gasoline in the garage ... Guess the fire reached it."
"We've got to get the cameras," she shouted at him.
They ran around grabbing as many cameras as they could.
"Do you see any more?"
"No, Peter, I don't." Denise had two in her hand and was stomping on the third with her foot
"Come, let's get out of here before the cops arrive."
They ran for the door. Behind them they could see the flames from the garage reaching towards the house.
In the distance, police and fire sirens were ripping through the night air.
"Oh, gosh, it's horrible," Denise said. They were sitting in the back seat of Peter's car, parked off on a deserted country road. She was reading the local newspaper and the account of the fire at the Branton's two days before. There had not been time for the papers to get it into the morning edition the morning after the fire.
"A hell of a way to die," Peter said noncommitally.
Tom Branton had been caught in the second explosion. He'd been declared dead on arrival at the hospital. No explanation was given for the party, but there was evidence that there had been a sex party going on at the residence at the time of the fire.
Mrs. Branton was badly burned in the fire but would survive.
"Oh, Peter," Denise said curling up next to him. "I still feel horrible. I spent two hours in the bath yesterday and I still feel soiled."
Peter kissed her gently and rested his hand on her breast.
"I love you, Denise,"
"I know you do ... I love you too."
There was silence for a while.
"What did you do with the cameras we took?" Denise asked finally.
"Burnt the film and dumped the cameras in a garbage can."
Denise smiled.
"Some bum is going to come across a pretty good catch one of these days." They both laughed.
The pressure of Peter's hand on Denise's breasts was becoming more insistent.
"Peter, I don't know if I can."
"Relax, honey," Peter said softly. "I'll stop if you want me to."
"No," Denise said.
She felt the desire for Peter rising in her body. Felt the pressure of his lips on hers. Her tongue pressed out to meet his. "Oh, Peter."
"It's all right ... It'll be all right."
"But I keep thinking of all those horrible things they made me do."
"Just concentrate on me, darling," Peter said. He slipped his hand inside her blouse.
The touch of his hand on her bare flesh made the young girl's nipples stand up rigid.
She pressed her body towards him.
"I'll be gentle," Peter promised.
Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse. He caressed her bare breasts gently.
For a minute, Denise lost the desire for him. It was forced out of her by the images of the horrible things she'd had to do.
But Peter patiently kept caressing her, telling her he loved her.
He let her set the pace.
Soon she started feeling the desire again.
She reached up and brought his face to her and licked her tongue over his lips. Then plastered her mouth to his in a deep passionate kiss.
"I love you, Peter."
Carefully, his hand moved to her legs.
At first she kept them tightly together, but as his gentle touch started to have its effect on him, she let her legs fall away slowly.
His hand moved up on her thigh, still gently insistent, always ready to retreat if she started to get anxious.
Peter knew that what they were doing was important. She couldn't stay with the images and sensations of that last night at the Brantons as her memory of sex. It would destroy her.
He had to try to erase it from her body. Had to replace it with something tender and good. Something she could cherish.
He had to fight to keep his own desire in check. But he knew it was necessary.
Denise started to moan under his touch as his fingers reached over the last inch to touch her silk covered mound. He hesitated to take down her panties. He waited for her signal.
Denise pressed up against him, raised her hips so her mound pressed into his hand.
"It's all right," she whispered to him. "Honest, it's all right."
Peter reached up and started to draw down the thick white material that separated him from her naked genitals.
Denise raised her hips to allow him to take them off easier.
"I'm scared," Denise said.
Peter understood what she meant. He knew that she had to overcome the association with what had happened to her. And she was afraid that it wouldn't be any good anymore.
Gently his fingers caressed the bared flesh between her legs. He gently probed at her until one finger slipped inside her.
Denise moaned and pressed herself more firmly to him.
Peter saw her hand start to reach towards him, but dropped back by her side.
"Easy, easy," he told her, "Don't force yourself ... Don't rush."
"But I want to, Peter," Denise whispered. "I want to make love with you."
Once more her hand reached out for him. This time it did not stop, but reached until it rested on the erect penis inside his pants.
"I think I'm ready," Denise said.
"Okay," Peter said.
Denise's fingers were shaking, but she managed to unzip the front of Peter's pants and brought his penis into the open.
It was erect and throbbing from his desire for her.
Slowly, Peter lowered her to the seat. "Comfortable?"
"As comfortable as you can be in a car," Denise said and smiled.
Peter smiled back and started to lower himself between her legs.
Denise's body went rigid at the first touch of their naked genitals.
Peter started to pull away.
"No, don't," Denise said and forced herself to relax. She felt his erect penis enter her.
At first his motions were slow within her as he gently helped to build up her own desire.
Then they came harder and faster.
"That's all right, Pete, don't hold back ... I'm with you." Denise said.
And it was the truth, she felt the waves of passion grow within her.
Felt herself approaching a violent climax as his pumping increased inside her.
"Oh, gosh, it's beautiful," she screamed.
It was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. It was stronger that by herself on the first time. It was stronger than the climax she had reached with Marcia Branton.
It was unlike anything else she had ever felt before. And it was totally, completely, magnificently wonderful!
"Oh, holy shit! Grand fuck number one! I've arrived! I'm there!"
Her whole body began to gyrate beneath Peter. Wave after wave of spasms passed across her body. The muscles of her cunt tried to pull him further into her twat.
She felt her body beginning to fall into the natural and eternal rhythm of adult womanhood as far as sexuality went. She and Peter were now one-for this very short time, they were united.
The heat from their bodies coupled, the sweat pouring and running from their sweating burning bodies. Their lungs grabbed for air, yet the inhalations barely seemed to pass their throats.
Each felt the profundity of saliva in his mouth, but each felt as though his throat was completely dried and sandpaper rough. Each swallowed with quick dry gulps that did nothing to aleviate the situation.
Peter lay just over her, his torso propped up on his elbows so that he did not crush her and prevent her from getting what little air she could. Each time she gasped for breath, he could feel the electric shocks from her hard little nipples as they grazed across his spasming chest.
Each shock went straight to his cock, making it shudder just once more. Each time he was sure he would come-now. But each time he managed to hold back for just one more thrust.
He was riding her like a cowboy on a bucking wild mare. For she was rolling and thrashing with writhing intensity that kept threatening to shake him off every time. With desperate determination to see this through, he clung to her hot and slippery body, driving his cock again and again into her suckingly eager hole.
He felt his body building for climax. Slowly, it was coming. He felt the seeds of come gathering behind his prick in his aching groin. He felt the tensions inside his belly coming to a fatal head-hard, solid, meaty-like his glans penis.
The swirling got tighter. His balls leaped into his ass flesh, hiding their coldness in the heat of his butt flesh, contracting for the last push. It was coming! He could feel it.
His throat moaned, the low animal cry torn from his mouth and tossed against her, letting her know that she should brace herself. She did.
Her hands came down, one on each side of her body and pressed against the floor. She was ready for anything.
"I'm coming! Now!" His voice rang out loud, clear, and manly in its depth. She felt his cock shiver from base to tip.
Immediately she felt liquid fire leap into her body, bashing itself into a thousand fragments as it shattered against her taut cunt hole interior. The dribbling remnants began to find their separate ways down the tight fit between her hole and the male plug that filled it.
It was a tight squeeze, but each drop, slipping over itself and garnishing him and her with a molecule of itself as it went, fell with itch-easing slowness.
Denise felt the heavy fires of her desire beginning to burn lower and lower. At first, she felt that it was sort of a letdown. But when the great easement of itching set in, she found the lusciously delightful pleasure in the relief from desire.
She couldn't say it was better, but it was great and it did have its place in the scheme of sensuality. She felt great joy and a love for Peter because of what he had just given her.
Because of him, dear boy, she thought, she had womanhood. No more guessing. No more half knowing. No more trickery. This was it and Peter was giving it to her a lovely gift-as great as the gift from the gods-the gift of knowledge.
His last thrust drove deep into her as he spurted again.
She raised her legs into the air, arching with the violence of the sudden motion and screamed with delight and pure joy.
"I made it, I made it!" she called. "Even after everything, I made it!" She felt that she had finally, and unreturnably arrived into womanhood. She thought to herself, that life can be pretty good, after all.
It had been rough for a long lonely while. But, finally, with and through Peter, she was there-or rather here. She had access to love and to belonging and to knowing. She didn't have to walk alone now. She was not alone, now.
