The Catalina was more than just an apartment house. It was a way of life, of the good life as advertised on television and sought by hundreds of thousands of middle class citizens. It was only three years old, in what had once been an exclusive, wooded residential area outside the main city of Webster, and what had become since World War II a sprawling suburban development full of shopping centers, tract homes, high taxes, traffic-and apartment houses.
The Catalina was over two blocks in length, a block in width; six stories of pastel colored stucco, deep-pile carpeting, soft lighting, and chrome trim. It appealed to blue collar workers as well as executives; young newly-weds and the retired; families with one or two children and bachelors; in short, anybody who could afford the high rent and the necessity to live in a certain acceptable style of graciousness and taste. More than simply a string of apartments under the same red-tile roof, the Catalina boasted a recreational room, a gym, a sauna, a laundry room, and well landscaped grounds. The grounds were in the middle of the property, the building itself surrounding them on four sides like a high, protective wall, and in the middle of the grounds was a free-form swimming pool that was properly chlorinated and heated. All of the apartments overlooked the grounds and pool, with small balconies jutting out from the glass wall of the living rooms. Across the street from the Catalina was a large shopping center, and between it, the recreational privileges a tenant of the apartment house had, and television, just about everything one could need or desire was right there to be had.
On this hot, late July afternoon, the swimming pool was jammed with bodies, the grounds were Uttered with more people, enjoying the sun and water, and many of the balconies were occupied by men and women, sitting or lying in chairs and chaise lounges, some under the shade of small beach umbrellas. Everybody was in the least amount of clothing permissible, with lovely young girls and mothers frolicking in unashamed near-nudity in colorful, revealing bikinis, while men laughed and sported in rarely more than the smallest and tightest of swim trunks. Toward one side was a secluded area like a small grotto, formed by a rolling of the grassy lawn and a crescent of bottlebrush and Joshua trees. A flag-stone path led from this grotto down to the green tiled border of the pool, and another path curved around to the southern entrance of the building, and in the middle the flagstones widened out into a patio, complete with several brightly colored lounge chairs and two white-metal tables with barber-striped umbrellas shading them.
At one of the tables sat a tall, blonde woman wearing a brilliant cobalt blue bikini which matched the azure softness of her eyes. She was bronzed from daily sunning, with a smooth taut stomach, and fine high breasts concealed in the narrow strip of her suit top; no whiteness showed at all on the plentiful amount of bare bosom which was exposed. The bottom section outlined her tight slightly protruding pubic mound, and revealed her full, ripe, thighs, then tucked into the s crevice between her softly rounded buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost completely nude.
Angie Marlowe was a wife any man would have been proud to call his own. Though she was a mother of a fifteen-year-old daughter, her breasts were those of a young girl's, and no stretch marks marred her belly, and often times she'd been mistaken as her daughter Chris' older sister rather than her mother. Her face was sort of pouty, giving a sensual, flirtatious look with its small nose and full ripe mouth and her large, round eyes. There was nothing aloof about Angie Marlowe; she was pure female, and she enjoyed the sensation of being attractive to men even though she'd been married for nearly sixteen years now. Shivers of a sensually oriented delight still passed through her stomach whenever men stared at her, their eyes and the bulges in their loins showing that they wanted her sexually. And their never too well hidden propositions never ceased to excite her inwardly-even though she'd never been unfaithful.
Of course, a little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and she'd found it increased her enjoyment when she did, even though she'd never allowed the game to get out of hand. She had no intention of sleeping with any man other than her husband Dave, but still, it was nice to know that a woman of her thirty-eight years could still arouse men on a basic, primitive level.
Not that Dave seemed to take all that notice. She sighed as she sat alone under the umbrella, stretching out her long, tapered legs and flouncing her hair as she yawned. Damn-how long had it been since she'd had her husband inside her? She stared out at the pool and answered herself: too long. Dave was gone on another trip now, a two-week business conference in New York, and he wouldn't be home for another three days. She hated to sleep alone, but she seemed to be doing just that more and more as Dave rose in rank with his company, and now that he was general sales manager, it seemed at times that he was always gone from her. It was always business here or business there, and it seemed as though he never had time any more to be a husband, and she... well, she was little more than a pretty doll for him to use when he was around. She wasn't the wife-she was almost like a whore for him to have sex with, always available when the mood struck him. If it wasn't for all the things she could do at Catalina to keep her mind occupied, and the raising of her lovely child Chris, Angie didn't know what she would have done, how she would have managed this long...
"Hi!" a girl's voice said suddenly.
Angie's train of thought was broken by the cheerful sound, and she glanced around, surprised to see her daughter and Phil Bradley, a young man whose divorced father had recently moved into the apartment house. They were both dripping wet, the water streaming from their young, slim bodies and making dark, sodden puddles on the hot dry stones, showing that they'd just come from the pool.
"Oh, hello," Angie replied with a smile. "I was looking for you in the water."
"We just got out," Phil answered. "We have to go in and change now, if we're going to meet Vince on time."
"Meet... Vince?"
"Why yes, mother," the girl said. "Phil asked me out for tonight. Remember? I told you at breakfast, and you said it was all right."
"Oh... Oh, yes, so I did. I must have forgotten." She smiled again, tentatively, feeling suddenly very alone and abandoned. "I... I'd hoped you would have stayed home tonight. You've been out the last three night, and with Father gone... "
"Mom, you said I could!" Chris protested. "And I'll be home early, I promise. Anyway, Daddy's never here any more," she added plaintively.
"Chris, that's not a very nice thing to say. You know that he's working very hard for us, and it can't be helped. Dave has been building up his career so we can live in comfort and security-" she waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the apartment house-"and to give you the finest education and chances."
"I know, Mom," Chris replied sadly. "I feel bad about leaving you alone, and it's really not fair, but it's not my fault. I mean, I've got to live my life, too. And it's a double-date tonight, and all set up, and... Please, Mom. Please don't change your mind and make me stay at home."
The lovely mother saw the excitement in her child's eyes, and wanted to make her happy. "I'm being awfully selfish, aren't I?" she said, braving a broad smile. "Have a good time; you two, and be careful!"
"Aw, Mom," Chris complained, "I'm not a child anymore!"
Angie wondered in the back of her mind just how much of a child Chris was. She gazed at her beautiful, innocent girl with love and tenderness, at the way Chris stood tall and proud with her golden corn-silk hair fanning down around her shoulders like a radiant halo; at her sweet, finely chiseled young face with its wide full lips and pert nose which was such a young copy of her mother's; at the way her conical tender breasts beat with the rhythm of her heart, solid and not as large as her own, but nicely developed for a girl of her age; at her flat belly and the cute navel and the gentle sloping of her thighs where a triangle of her thin, narrow bikini covered the softly curling pubic hair and the pink, fleshy slit of her vagina; then down, in shapely slim legs to her feet and small, thin toes-then back up to where her daughter's blue eyes held her locked in solemn seriousness. As Angie smiled, she couldn't help fearing that perhaps her daughter was right-that she wasn't a child any longer, but had emerged into mature, healthful, expressive womanhood a little too early. Isn't there, she thought in that instant, a time where a child is supposed to be a child? To be innocent and foolish, uneducated and free of the responsibilities of being an adult? Has Chris grown up too fast?
Then she couldn't help but laugh. The world was simply spinning faster these days, that's all; and if a girl of fifteen could be what her mother wasn't at that age, then all the more power to her. Just think of the woman she will be when she reached her own age! Stop worrying, she admonished herself; Chris has still the physical innocence, if not the mental...
Phil Bradley stood nervously, tugging his wet suit and moving his shoulders around, obviously uncomfortable at being a part of this family affair. He was eighteen, a good six feet tall, and his long, collar-length hair was black and neatly trimmed. He was slim waisted, though his chest and thighs were well muscled, and his face was pleasant and average if a little round. It was his smile which won him his popularity, and which had captivated Chris from the first moment she'd seen him, even winning her mother to approve of him as a date. His smile was smooth and cat-like, as if he knew what he wanted and knew he was going to get it without too much trouble, and it seemed to light up his eyes, adding a certain luster of interest and intent. When he smiled at Chris, she got the queer feeling that he wanted her and was determined to get her.
She was right. How right she was she didn't know at that moment, but the delicious kind of fear which he radiated to her was not her imagination. Phil secretly wanted to delve into her hot, virgin pussy, with increasing impatience. He'd had all of the easy girls who'd tom their things off without bothering to ask him if he wanted to fuck them, but Chris Marlowe was a challenge to him, with just the perfect amount of spice and fight he needed. That he'd eventually win and she'd allow him to fuck her was not a question to him-it was a matter of when and how. His long, youthful penis gave an expectant jump in his tight, wet swim trunks as he stared at the girl's lithe, curvaceously rounded young body so tantalizingly covered in her brief hugging bikini, and if he'd been able to, he'd have fucked her right then and there. But patience was what he needed, he told himself; patience and cunning...
"Where's Dad?" he asked Mrs. Marlowe. "I thought he'd still be here with you. Has he gone in already?"
Lou Bradley had kept Angie company for most of the afternoon while their children swam, and had proved even more charming and pleasant than his son. "Oh no," Angie replied to the question. "Lou-that is, Mr. Bradley-went to mix some drinks, that's all. He should be back at any moment. You want to wait for him, Phil?"
"No," the young boy said, shaking his head. "He knows I'm going out with Chris tonight. We've got to move if we're not going to be late. Come on, Chris."
"Bye, Mom," the happy little girl called out as she left.
"Bye!" Angie waved in return.
"Have a good time with Dad while we're gone," Phil added jokingly.
His comment stirred a titillating shock in the young wife. "Oh my goodness," she laughed. "It's you who should have a good time, not an old married woman like me! My, what a thought!"
But the last of her words were already lost to the pair of teenagers as they raced across the grounds to their different apartments. Angie settled back in her chair, feeling lost and more alone than even before, and she stared morosely at the brilliantly setting sun as it glowed from the rim of the apartment house roof on its way down.
It was a magnificently beautiful sunset, full of oranges and reds, with the pale bronze disk of the sun itself in the middle, but the brightness or the beauty didn't cheer her at all. Chris had deserted her, and though logically she knew that her daughter hadn't done so intentionally and it was a better thing for her to do didn't help dispel the gloom. Dave was far off in New York, and she wondered if her husband was missing her, alone in his loveless hotel room, as much as she was missing him. Oddly and perversely, she looked forward to having Lou Bradley keep her company, at least for a little while this evening.
Her wish was soon granted. Shortly after Chris and the young Bradley boy had left her, she heard the sound of bare feet on the flagstone path, and Lou came around the corner. He wore a pair of tight yellow swim trunks, and his bronzed, hard muscled body glistened from many applications of sun oil. His salt-and-pepper hair was still damp from swimming earlier, and he carried a wooden tray with two tall, frosted glasses and a matching pitcher filled with ice and a refreshing looking liquid. Looking at him as he approached, Angie couldn't help an involuntary shudder of fascination move briefly along her spine. Lord! He was a handsome man! She had thought so when she'd first met him that afternoon, having been introduced by his son and Chris, as he had a certain allure which seemed to bore to her very basic nature, seemed to captivate her and make her somehow want to blush girlishly and avert her eyes. She watched him, having to admire his easy, graceful motions, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard bas relief outline of his penis and testicles straining at the thin material of his swim trunks...
Angie did avert her eyes then. My Cod... I can't go around thinking thoughts like that. What would he say if he knew I was staring down between his legs? Stop it...
"Whew!" he said, setting the tray down on the table. "It's as hot as ever. I thought it might cool down some, now that the day's about over, but I see that's not to be. Ahh, but this will make things better!" He grinned, and then filled up a glass from the pitcher and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Mr. Bradley," the young mother said, smiling.
"Lou," he replied. "None of this 'Mr. Bradley' stuff. Lou and Angie, all right?"
"All right," she agreed, having to laugh. "Lou."
"I'm sorry I took so long, but we've been drinking beer all day and I figured it was time for something else, now that the kids are gone."
"Oh?" She looked quizzically at her drink. "What is it?"
"Rum cocktail. A little Bacardi, a little mix, and my special talent at bartending. Presto! Best drink there is. Go on," he urged cheerfully. 'Try it. I think you'll like it."
Angie tasted hers responsively. The drink was refreshingly tart, without much alcohol taste to it, and was as delicious as he'd said. She didn't care for liquor much, sticking to the few beers they'd shared since noon, and she was glad she didn't have to pretend to like the drink. She was able to compliment him on it genuinely, and did so.
"I'm pleased you like it. Drink heartily, there's a whole jug to finish."
"Well, I don't think I can handle all of that," she responded. "After all, I haven't had anything to eat since lunch, and I don't want to get all giggly and embarrass myself."
"Well, relax and drink what you will." He grinned at her. "And don't worry if you get a little tipsy. I'm here, and after all, this is home, isn't it?"
"Yes, that it is," she agreed, taking a long, satisfying swallow. "It's home."
"Saw Phil just now," he continued, sitting down beside her and stretching out his long, tanned legs. "He was getting ready to take Chris out. You know," he said, leaning forward to refill the glasses, "you have a perfectly lovely daughter, Angie. Chris is polite, smart, and very, very beautiful. You should be very proud of her."
"I am... Lou," she said, still uneasy with the usage of his first name. "Dave and I are both proud of her."
"She's just like her mother," he added, smiling and letting his eyes travel the length and breadth of her smooth, curvaceous body. "I bet you were just like her at her age, weren't you?"
"Well... " she said, dimpling into a crimson blush and unsure how to answer such a compliment. His presence was beginning to bother her in some inexplicable, uneasy fashion which she couldn't put her finger on. She knew perfectly well that sitting here with him was perfectly all right in this day and age, and she knew that nothing would happen to her-nothing could happen: she was on her guard and would continue to be, and Mr. Bradley was the very soul of gentlemanly discretion. Yet still there was a pervading air of something wrong, something deliriously wrong as if she was skirting danger and was relishing her brush with fate. She tried to think back to what was the cause, but as she recalled from the time he'd been introduced to her, she couldn't find anything damaging or out of line with the conversations, much less any untoward actions.
She glanced back up at him, and had a hard time meeting his frankly brazen gaze. Was that the reason for her apprehensions? The way he looked at her? It was all so hazy, leaving only the ambivalent feeling that he was only being friendly and neighborly, but that he was mentally undressing her at the same time, leaving her all but naked as she sat there next to him.
"We're... both sort of alone tonight, if you know what I mean, Angie," he said, once more filling up the glasses. "I'm certainly glad that we got together so that we didn't have to be by ourselves on such a fine evening, don't you agree?"
Angie found herself sipping the rum cocktail to a greater degree than she'd thought wise... or possible, knowing her general reluctance to drink liquor. Perhaps it was from her unsettled feelings about her daughter's boyfriend's father that was making her drink more, for the rum was quickly loosening her body, making her relax some of the odd physical tension she was feeling. Some of her mental caution had begun to dissipate as well, and surprisingly, she found that she was starting to enjoy his company.
"Yes," she said with a smile. "Yes, Lou, I'm glad, too. This is better." It was better, she had to admit honestly to herself, far better than sitting alone and brooding, and after finishing another glass of the refreshing rum drink, she shrugged off her apprehensions. Lou was an artful conversationalist on a dozen different subjects, and even his only slightly naughty risque jokes hadn't been offensive to her, but set her laughing delightedly. And as she set her glass down for still another refill, she decided to stop being such an old wet blanket, and that the sensations in the depths of her stomach and belly were only the result of one too many glasses of the delicious rum cocktail. What the hell, she was having a far better time in the company of this Mr. Bradley than if she was alone.
And all the while, the handsome, masculine neighbor beside her was inwardly smiling with satisfaction. He knew that tonight his son would be trying his damnedest to get into that sweet little Chris' thin white panties and fuck her senseless, and he also knew that he himself would be just as busy trying to stir his prick up around inside her lovely young mother's warm, wet cunt. Yet for all of his aching desire to slip his long, hard cock into her happily married little pussy, he was well aware that to suddenly hit her with an open proposition would sour an otherwise wonderful setup. He had learned the secret of timing, had been the one to teach Phil the knowledge of how to slowly and inexorably channel a casual acquaintance into an intimate, lust-raging relationship, and turn an at first, unwilling female, married or not, into becoming a seething, hungrily demanding fuck. He was experienced in the sensing of the most subtle of moods, knowing when to retreat or advance, and just now he was stifling a smirk as he watched the drinks taking effect and sensed this lovely woman's sudden release from the normally protective thoughts, of her marital fidelity.
He was having a difficult time controlling his penis from leaping into full, blood-hard erection just at the sight of the lightly-clad Angie Marlowe, for she was a delicate as heather mist to him as she half-lidded her eyes and sensually cast them downwards. He longed to rip. off his bathing trunks and fuck his rigid, throbbing penis into the narrow, teasing slit of her warm moist pussy right then, but he knew this was not the moment. Before the physical conquest of her well protected cunt would have to come more hours of mental submission and a lessening of the barriers one stranger automatically erects towards another. But the relaxing had begun, and it was time now to move on to the next small step that would eventually make her his...
"I could use another refill, Angie," Bradley said, glancing casually at her as though it were the most friendly gesture in the world and then picking up the nearly empty pitcher. "We went through it fast enough after all."
"Y-yes, we certainly did. But... I better not have any more." Her brain was woozy from the heavy unaccustomed, amount of alcohol which she'd consumed over the past hour and a half, and on an empty stomach, the rum had gone straight to her head. She realized belatedly that she was nearly drunk, that now she wasn't even able to recall the number of glasses she'd consumed. Her empty glass was on the metal table, empty from five, six, perhaps seven cocktails, and worse than being unable to recall how much she had drunk, she was finding that she didn't care! That was a sure sign it was time to stop, but Bradley was already pouring the last of the rum into her glass after she'd specifically told him not to give her any more!
"Please, Mr.-Lou, I don't want more. I'm... that is, I think I've had enough before I get something to eat."
Bradley chuckled, appraising the lusciously figured woman, and he was renewed with a burgeoning desire for the blonde-haired beauty with her provocative appeal. He was almost unable to sit back in his chair as his cock stiffened into a throbbing, painful erection again and bulged his trunks.
"Well, then, let's go out to dinner," he suggested smoothly.
"Oh, no," she replied defensively. "I... couldn't do that!"
"Well, I wasn't thinking of someplace very fancy," he said. "There's the Steak Pit across the street in the shopping center, which is sort of a nice cocktail lounge, and it serves good food. I was going there anyway, as I hate to cook. And... since we're enjoying each other's company so well this far, what could be wrong about it in a different setting?"
"I... don't know," she said, weakening with his strong, pervasive personality. "With Dave gone, it might not look right."
"Oh pooh," he said, waving his hand as if disregarding her objection. "He's probably in a cocktail lounge himself, ogling the girls. You ought to have the same privileges, Angie, and after all, it's with a friend and neighbor, not just with some stranger... " He grinned at her and added, "You said you were hungry, didn't you? Well how about a nice, juicy steak and then right home, even before Chris returns? What could be more innocent?"
"That does sound tempting," she said, now half convinced that she should go with Bradley and that it would be entirely innocent, and nothing would be wrong. She tried to clear her head of the rum so she could make up her mind intelligently, but her mind seemed to swim, making her dizzy as she thought about what Dave would say if he knew what she was considering. That made her think of her husband, and the insidiously implanted suggestion of Bradley's made her imagine Dave in a low-lit cocktail lounge, looking at the women parading by and getting lewd ideas.
"Come on, Angie, keep a lonely old man company for another couple of hours," he urged her, standing up.
She smiled up at Bradley. He was really quite a man, she thought through the alcohol. Pure, raw, male animal, and she was... well, sort of attracted to him. Not that she was going to do anything about that, of course. She was married and faithful-but that shouldn't stop her from enjoying his company, any more than Dave would be stopped if he was talking to some strange girl right now...
Damn it, she would go, she resolved, and to hell with the consequences, of which she was sure there would be none. She and Lou were both adult and mature, and as friends they couldn't be construed as having an affair just because they ate a steak together.
"Love to," she replied. She rose unsteadily, and Bradley took her arm. They walked across to the building, she accepted his assistance gratefully; with all the rum she'd consumed and the soporific effect of the sun, she found her legs to be almost made of rubber, and she doubted that she'd have been able to make it across the lawn much less to her apartment without his help.
"I'll be down in about half an hour," he said as he opened the door of her apartment; then added, with mock gallantry, "That should give you a chance to change into something ravishing, my dear."
She giggled, and walked in. "All right, half an hour it is, Lou," she said lightly, and allowed Bradley to close the door behind her. She didn't notice that as he stood beside her, his hand was working the small lever that was flush-mounted along the side of the door, just below the latch plate. Up, it was in automatic lock position; down as he was moving it now, it allowed the door to be opened without a key...
Angie could sense herself stagger slightly as she crossed the living room, stubbing her bare toes on the soft, grey carpet. The room was furnished with modern Scandinavian furniture and dark, oiled-walnut cabinets and a stereo-TV combination. Directly across from her was a sliding glass door leading to the balcony; it was still open, and she took a moment to close the door, peering out as she did so at the still crowded pool and the lithesome young bodies splashing and playing in the warm, comfortable twilight hours. Then she turned and walked erratically into the master bedroom, still very nervous about accepting even such a small and insignificant "date" as she had with Lou Bradley. It was all in fun, sort of a teasing flirtation without her husband around to react, but it nevertheless gave her a sensation of forbidden excitement at the thought of being with a "strange man" by herself, and the titillation of being faintly wicked appealed to her. She wouldn't let it go any further. If, for example, he asked her to go dancing or something like that afterwards, she would refuse, but if Dave didn't think enough of her to stay around as a husband more than he did, then perhaps she did deserve an innocent diversion like this.
She slipped out of her bikini quickly, letting the small, thin wisps of cloth float to the carpeted bedroom floor, and as she stood nude before the closet, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She paused to study the image she made, finding pleasure in her well molded, satin-skinned flesh. No superfluous bulges, only creamy smooth skin tinted a golden tan from the sun, with "tiger stripes" of white iridescence where her suit covered her taut, high breasts, gently sloping vaginal mound and round buttocks. She had always been proud with the long length of her legs, and was modestly aware of their shapeliness, her narrow waist and the lengthy strength of her hips.
She sat down on the bed, dizzy from standing too long with all of the rum in her blood, and the soft, silky hair at the "V" of her loins drew her attention. God, she was suddenly perspiring with heat. It must have been the liquor... spirits of any kind had always affected her that way, which was the main reason she had taught herself to avoid over-indulgence. What had happened to her intentions to stay sober this evening? Well, she would see to it that she kept her head this night, and not have any more to drink while having supper...
If only Dave was here now, then she wouldn't care so much. She'd not even bother about dinner, but would have him make love to her, and she groaned from the lurid idea as she looked at her softly curling pubic hair and the dainty pink flesh peeking out from beneath it which was the softly sensual Outline of her vagina. She quivered at the thought of her loving husband wanting and needing her as much as she needed him, and she ached to see him home again "Hurry up, Dave," she moaned aloud. "Hurry up and come back to me... "
It was always this way when he was gone, not so bad at first, but getting progressively more frustrating until by the time he was expected, she was half crazy with her pent-up emotions. J could have him make love to me from now until next Christmas without stopping, she groaned inwardly. Well, the opportunity would be coming in a little while, she hoped. The very image of Dave taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard, lusting penis long and deep into her belly was exciting to her. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the tiny rounded tips, and was slightly startled at the way they were suddenly beginning to harden. She looked down at them and experimentally tweaked the nipples between her thumb and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. The caressing of her sensitive breasts was overwhelming to her, just as it always had been, for while some women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, Angie had always had nerve endings more exposed than most. Sometimes even wearing a brassiere sent waves of delightful feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the white, full globes jutting from her, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them, kissing them hotly... With a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move from her breasts and down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach, down to the soft, blonde fleece of her pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, only to slip once more to the gently pulsing lips of her cunt. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mind, she let her fingers open the moistly swelling lips and part the thinly curling pubic hair, sliding in and finding the erect bud of her clitoris waiting and eager.
No... No... she told herself, this is childish! Lewd! It's the rum making me do this! But she continued to sit on the bed, her guilt assuaged by the belief she was alone with her sinful reveries, her stomach churning with a series of shattering sensations as the exciting images of Dave making love to her filtering vividly through her alcohol-drugged mind. Dave was on top of her now, his naked body pressing close to hers, his breath hot in her face as his desire-hardened cock slipped inside the warm, heatedly, straining hole of her wetly open vaginal mouth... it was good... but too little... God, why wasn't he here...
She circled her quivering clitoris with a well manicured fingernail, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, groaning softly between tightly clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet vagina. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her cuntal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards and she lay back on the bed. Then, prone and legs splayed wide, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she fingerfucked herself, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her suddenly released sexual urgings.
"Oh God, Angie... take my cock up in your cunt... take all of me... " Dave's words reverberated obscenely around in her sensually swirling mind. She almost, but not quite, could feel again his body fall upon hers, crushing her breasts and pressing the breath from within her as his cock soared pole-like up into her dilating womb. And she strained harder toward him, her inner thighs and buttock muscles clearly visible as she slipped more of his blood-swollen penis inside her cunt... deep... deep... but not deep enough, insider her aching stomach... Oh God, she needed more of it... more... more... !
But Angie was not as alone as she thought, for standing in the doorway of the bedroom was Lou Bradley. He'd entered unheard, his bare feet padding soundlessly on the carpet. Now he was greedily staring in at her, his giant penis throbbing in his swim trunks as he gazed with lewdly gleaming eyes at the lovely woman playing her hand across her naked breasts, while her lower body seemed to jerk and lunge as if devil-possessed from her other hand fingering desperately among the blonde, wide-split hairs of her open pussy. He excitedly heard her grunt and sigh, saw her tongue running wildly along her open lips.
Christ! He'd hoped to "accidentally" walk into some compromising situation, when in her drunken and flustered embarrassment, she'd be easy to seduce-but this! He'd never dreamed he'd luck into such eroticism as this!
"Oh, God... Oh... God!" she moaned, fucking her fingers faster and faster in her seething pink vagina, her mind a torrent of Dave's body, Dave's penis pumping hotly in and out of her. Nothing existed except the thought of his love-giving cock, and with him, she drove her surging body closer and closer to climax. Bradley heard her cry out as she bucked her hips upwards, forcing her fingers even further into the heated liquid flesh of her cunt, and he gripped the doorway for support, his breath harsh, his mind enraptured by the voluptuous, nakedly undulating body spread so revealingly before him, and his own breath rose and fell as her smoothly rounded buttocks quivered hotly up off of the bed and fell limply back again. The rigidity of his cock was so hard that he could imagine it was pressing against the velvety texture of the fleecy, flesh-pink slit between her legs rather than against the unyielding fabric of his swimming trunks. Wild stabs of pleasure flowed through him at the sight of her open cunt, grinding lasciviously away at her flailing fingers, her eyes growing glassy as warmly glistening fluid seeped from between her smooth, fleshy buttocks jerking inanely up and down from the wild, but somehow lacking, ecstasy swirling within her. He felt his own buttocks tighten and he groaned inadvertently, imagining the tingling inside his gut as being the rubbery tip of his prick pressing into her, its blunt head replacing her fingers which he could so thoroughly watch as they slid in and out of her tight, elastically clenched vagina. His cock would fit so nicely in there, would work its way so perfectly against the wet, hair-fringed little ring of her cuntal flesh... His cock was entering now, he thought through a heated haze of desire, slowly slithering up into the warm, throbbing moisture... Then he sucked in his breath as he saw a rippling shiver break in jerking waves across the lust filled surface of her excitedly flushed skin.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhh, Dave!" Angie wailed, in half frustration, arching her back, as she lewdly envisioned her husband, as insufficient as it was, bringing her to her climax.
Lou Bradley's penis suddenly exploded out its impatient cum as his imagination let him enjoy the fiery sensations of orgasm waft over him, burst from the head of his pumping cock to fill his bathing trunks with the sperm that he, in his mind, was shooting far up into the softly yielding belly of the frenzied, blonde-pussied woman he was spying upon. The wild ache in his loins was only satiated momentarily, and almost as soon as his cock spurted out the last of his creamy, sticky fluid, it was tingling with new anticipation.
As her only half satisfying climax began to ebb, Angie's firm, still quivering buttocks sank back down to the bed and her hand stilled its mad fingering of her wetly bursting cunt. Her chest heaved with the charge of her release, and her eyes were tightly squeezed shut as sanity slowly returned to her mind, the image of her absent husband, Dave, making love to her slowly fading.
In its place came humiliation and shame for her actions, particularly knowing it had not been nearly as good as it would have been if it had been real. Her masturbation would have been the cause of an indignant, wrathful scene had she caught her daughter fingering her own body that way. What was the matter with her? Was she so starved for affection and Dave's love that she now had to resort to arousing and playing with her own breasts and vagina for satisfaction? No... no, it was simply the heat of the moment, a reaction to the emotion-releasing qualities of the rum cocktails, that was all, and it was useless to chastise herself. Anyway, she couldn't go back and undo what she had already done, could she? No, she'd just have to watch herself more closely in the future, and after another moment she felt better, calmer...
"At least," she said out loud to herself, "at least nobody else would ever suspect it of me!"
"Ah," came the deep, familiar voice from the floor. "Ah, but I would suspect it of you, my dear!"
CHAPTER TWO
Horrified, the nakedly sprawled Angie Marlowe opened her eyes to their widest extent as she suddenly realized that Lou Bradley was standing only a few feet from her. She struggled to raise herself from the bed.
"Oh no!" she managed to gasp in terror. She was frozen with mortification at the man who had caught her like this, naked and with her thighs and pubic hair sill matted with the lewdly wet secretions of her self-induced orgasm. She opened her mouth to scream, but was too paralyzed with fright. She was only able to jerk her arm up and over her face, and collapse in a sobbing helpless heap back down on the covers, her face reddening from the shame of his eyes locked lewdly on her naked humiliated flesh.
Bradley trailed the length of her body with his gaze, coming to rest on her soft inner thighs where the glistening wet trails of her orgiastic explosion covered her, and the lewd reminder of her arousal only excited him more. His face contorted with a cruel and unbending ruthlessness that was foreign to his usually smiling expression in public. Then he walked over and dropped to the bed alongside her, gathering her into his arms, her naked flesh pressed tightly against him. A frightened hollowness came alive in the pit of her stomach, and she struggled to free herself.
"No! No, please, Lou! You're... you're only making things worse! Go... go away! Oh God, please leave me alone!" she screamed hysterically, but her daughter's boyfriend's father's grip was like iron, and she found herself imprisoned without hope of breaking away.
"That was quite a show," he said in a whisper, his warm breath hot in her ear. "I've never seen a woman fingerfuck herself and make herself cum before. Damn, it was exciting, let me tell you!"
"Stop... stop talking such filth!" she hissed shrilly, trying to squirm from his clutching fingers on her naked breasts, feeling a numbing fear rising in her body. She felt him grinding the stiff fleshy erection which was bulging the front of his semen stained trunks into the nakedness of her buttocks, while his hands hungrily massaged at her defensively exposed breasts and belly. Again, she tried to struggle with him, her whole being filled with revulsion at the crude manner he was suddenly treating her in, but his hands only ground harder into her breasts and his prick screwed tighter against her defensively clenching buttocks.
"You really excited me, the way you were making yourself cum," he whispered, and she heard him snicker. "Made me hotter than the hinges of hell, let me tell you." I want to fuck you, Angie. I want to right now before I explode!"
She felt her face flush instantly at the sound of the obscenities he was spewing in her ears. "No, Lou! Please, don't force me to do anything with you. Oh God, I've always been faithful to my husband! You've got to let me go!"
"What's the matter, Angie, baby!" he teased, and she could see his twisted, handsome smile looking back at her. "Your pride all shook because I found you fingerfucking that tight little pussy of yours? No reason to be so upset like this," he said softly., "I'm not going to hurt you. A good fuck never hurt any girl, especially a married one who's had a lot of cock before and then her husband starts travelling.
She stiffened at his references, sensing the small butterfly-like sensations left over from her half orgasm flitting again through her stomach. She blinked her eyes, trying to harden her faltering defiance, trying not to succumb to the still smoldering embers of the fire she had lighted up between her own thighs moments before. It was then that she realized that the effects of the heavy rum cocktails were still with her, and near panic seized her, dreadful apprehension overcoming her. Whimpering with fright, she cowered in his arms. "No... Please stop talking like that. I told you, I'm faithful to my husband! No one has ever made love to me except Dave! You can't force me! You can't!"
"Sure I can, Angie," he said, moving closer to her. "But I don't think I'll have to, not with a hot-blooded woman like you. And you know something? I believe you'll be grateful to me for showing you some of the tricks. Why, there's nothing worse than a wife who can't find new ways of pleasing her man... if he's ever home, that is...
Wild thoughts of somehow breaking from him seized her, but where could she run, naked like this? Oh God, there was no place she could go! And then he was drawing her to him, disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight, grinding manner. She groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressed hard in the softness of her breast.
Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, surprised at the softness of his lips against her own, and once more the little butterfly-like sensations fluttered through her stomach.
"There," he partially whispered to her. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just let yourself go, and remember how you wiggled and groaned, pulling your legs way back up to your tits so you could get your fingers deeper into your cunt. Fingers aren't as good as a long, hard cock, are they? That's what you were dreaming they really were, weren't you? A long hard cock way up inside your belly... "
Angie moaned in desperation at the truth of his words. She couldn't fight him; he was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to betray her. The effects of the rum drink and her own weak-willed fingering of her vagina had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. To plead any longer she knew to be useless, and now she made no effort as he cupped her naked breasts; his touch sending tiny licking flames of helplessly rising passion over her flesh. Small pin-pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of the whitely quivering mounds as he rolled the hardening nipples maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear, then he was moving his head to bring his desire-inducing lips down to lock wetly upon hers again. Subconsciously, as though she knew it was totally hopeless, she thrust her tongue forward sharply at him and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God... his kisses were like hot, burning fire to her!
He eased his head away and whispered. "It's time I took off my trunks and got as naked as you."
Abruptly the realization that he was actually going to do it to her struck her, and again she thought of breaking away and running... running... running... but she doubted that her legs would even carry her to the door now! "Ohhhh, please, Lou, let me go! Leave me alone! I... I just can't go through with this!"
"Too late now, baby," he said with a cold, cruel grin playing across his lips. "Besides, what are you worried about? Davey-boy's in New York and won't be back for days, and Chris is out for the night." He laughed softly, arrogantly, as he worked with his tight, wet swim suit down over his thighs and buttocks. "Hell, I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw you outside with that tight-assed little bikini of yours on. Man, what a picture you make in it!"
"Y-You mean you thought about this before?" The brutal truth that she had been coveted by this evil man for some time, and this wasn't simply happening in the frenzy of the moment, hit her with the impact of a high speed bullet. v "Hell, yes," he gloated proudly. "You don't think that your husband is the only one who thinks you're sexy? No baby, that bikini of yours led me on until I almost couldn't stand up for my hard-on. And now I intend to get into that soft, tender little pussy of yours which has been teasing me for so long."
She stared up at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the things he was saying. How could the polite gentleman she had been so sure about only an hour ago have turned into such an obscene, crude beast? He wasn't human any longer! She pressed herself tightly to the bed as he moved his suit down over his legs, and wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror of his nakedness, but was too frightened that he would move toward her without her knowing it. It took but a second until he was in front of her completely naked, his thick, hard penis standing out from beneath the curls of his dark pubic hair like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. He turned toward her and with a lewd grin on his mouth, and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Like that, Angie, baby?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist underneath his veneer of manners, and she watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint growing in his eyes like hot burning embers glowing in a fire. "Bet your husband never had anything like this to stuff up between your legs," he continued, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing emotion cross over her face like some great tidal wave of fear.
Angie tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against the bed as she watched the lewd smiling man still stroking his penis before her, and against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard, fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her revulsion and fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside of her belly without it stretching her beyond belief. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. Then he started slowly to sink down again beside her.
"D-Don't touch me! Please don't touch me!" Angie finally managed to whimper through the immobilizing fear. She knew there was no hope of escape now, and he was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it. There was nothing she could do against his strength, and she was alone, at his mercy to do with as he wished. She lay before him naked like the goddess Venus while she heard him breathing heavily on his knees in front of her. She writhed helplessly on the mattress, feeling as if she might faint as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her belly, and the sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the full length of her spine. Mistaking this for total surrender, Lou Bradley dropped his lips to her wide-splayed "V" of her pubic mound, spreading the soft blonde curls of her cunt hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her vagina.
Angie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, and she struggled to close her legs, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched over on all fours between her widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its fear-stricken hapless victim and devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen to the covers, her humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Then he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. With a slow, torturing outward movement of the thumbs, he drew the pink, helplessly quivering lips slowly apart, exposing the moistly pulsating slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy.
She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground desperately down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Oh God! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head was up off the bed, watching down between her breasts in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her wide held thighs below.
"It can't be... Oh God, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue slithered lizard-like in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror, and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly and her arms lay tensed at her side while her firm round breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the bronzed tan of her smooth, quivering belly and dug harshly into the fleshy softness of her breasts, his fingers again rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked in slobbering subjugation at the wide-spread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the helpless contortions of her lovely face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of complete surrender he knew were sure to come.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening of her vagina brought a long low moan of anguish from Angie's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises Lou Bradley was making with his lips and tongue down between her open thighs. Oh God, how could she ever face her husband again after allowing her body to be subjected to this cruel, inhuman man hunched on all fours between her helplessly spread legs? He was defiling her as she never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination and there was nothing she could do except lie beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire. Oh God, why had she drunk so much of that rum? Why had she been so overwhelmed with her desires for Dave to have fingered herself, only to now be at the mercy of this lust-crazed beast? Angie had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
"Ohhhh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her pink, wet cunt. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet slavering lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aggggg," she groaned again as small tiny Goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts. She sobbed helplessly before his attack, and gradually, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, her body began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue, sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"Oh, no! No! I can't! I can't!" the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was committing with another man, but the more frightening and shameful thought that she could feel her body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle as Lou Bradley mewled and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below.
And then, after a moment of long, desperate struggle within her tortured and drunkenly confused mind-the dam burst!
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, Dave, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Lou sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, slithered his thick wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of her vagina. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. The goddamned little bitch, this would teach her to swish her ass around the apartment house with that fucking little bikini on, teasing the shit out of a man. So she was too good to cheat on her husband, he laughed to himself, giving an extra hard thrust of the tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before this night was over she'd be crawling to him, an almost complete stranger, on her knees begging for more. And... by God... she'd get it and more. Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long now, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed his cock deep into that white, true-blue little belly of hers and shot his hot eager sperm all the way up in her tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too good to fuck other guys now. She was Just another hot little bitch who was screaming to be fucked by any prick she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right... and get it good! Angie squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Lou Bradley's triumphantly flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again, eyes glazed, helplessly watching his face, and then suddenly, as though possessing a will of her own, her hands reached greedily down and locked tightly behind his head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her traitorously welcoming cunt. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of her vagina had gone" on forever, when suddenly Bradley forced his head from the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cruel gaze. The shame of the weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But then he spoke: "Now I'm going to fuck you, Angie, baby," he breathed. "Just like you were doing to yourself with your fingers, only bigger and better."
The hapless young mother lay still, with her thighs wide open, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he already had the long thick cock extended out from his loins sunk deep inside her.
Lou bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds, causing a hot, erotic spasm that descended feather-like to her crotch below. Her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the mattress.
"God damn, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it."
Angie lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her more and more but still she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him.
"Spread your legs wide baby, I'm coming in now," Lou Bradley grinned in triumph over her.
Quivering, half in fear, and half in anticipation, Angie obediently opened her thighs wider apart. Lou levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before him, not even daring to breath.
"Ohhhh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aggg," she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until Angie felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. "Ohhh, God, no please,' you're hurting me! You're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. Oh God, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it! He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her cunt!
Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the blondely curling hairs of her pussy. He had to fuck her, he had to-and quick!
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick penis slid into her vagina like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh of her cuntal walls in hotly rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oh, God! Oh God!" she cried out beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her cunt into a thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injuring her. And now, now it lay sunk deep in her belly filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh walls of her pussy, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Angie, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside, the thickness of Bradley's cock jerking up inside her another half an inch as he flexed it teasingly in her wide stretched vagina.
"Auuuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to deeper pain.
"I told you I was going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours, didn't I?" he tormented above her, flexing again.
"Aggggg!" she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face.
There was no answer.
"Like it, baby?" he repeated, flexing again. "Ohhhhhh, yes! Yes!" she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain was too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"W-What?" was all the anguished young mother could utter.
"Beg me to fuck you," he retorted with greater arrogance.
"Ohhh, I can't! I can't!" she prayed beneath him. She fought with all of her strength to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew, would be the ultimate surrender, and there would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self respect, everything was gone. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg, too. She just couldn't.
He throbbed the huge member deeper into her quivering belly again, digging his fingers into the softness of her breasts at the same time. "Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me to fuck you. Now!"
"Ohhh, God!" she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and the helplessness of her position.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and degradation were complete, and she would never be the same again, she knew. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right, and now she wished she was dead. She could never face Dave again with the innocence she had before. She'd called herself a whore when she was fingering herself before-but now she really was one. She was nothing but a sluttish whore!
The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! Lost! He had taken everything that was good and decent from her, and there was no hope left, nothing but the huge fleshy penis buried deep inside her burning vagina.
Lou Bradley sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in her soul, and clamping his wetly grinning lips suddenly tight down over her mouth, he began a slow fucking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn this smooth, soft-bodied young mother of his son's girlfriend into a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she reacted to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in her own mind that she was a sweet, conservative wife, true to her husband in all respects, he could detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never been turned on before.
Well, she'd turned herself on, finger-fucking herself while he peeked, and now he was going to make sure that she stayed turned on. He could think of nothing better than having a hot little piece of ass like her in the building that he could sneak over, when her husband was away and fuck shitless any time he had the urge.
Angie's nakedly spread body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender and of the adultery she was committing for the first time, sent wicked chills of erotic fire burning along the base of her spine as she felt the slow, teasing rhythm of Lou Bradley's cock begin sliding wetly in and out of her open vagina.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled softness of her flaxen blonde hair.
Bradley slipped his hands down her nakedly twisting curves and slid them under the soft smooth globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the tight bikini bottom she had been wearing that day, and the thoughts he had had of cupping them naked in his hands like this. The realization that those very same buttocks, and even her cunt, were now to do with as he wished drove him to greater frenzy.
They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The pain was gone now for Angie, and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from deep in her throat. The cords of her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her.
With his fingers below, he fondled and played and teased at the now eagerly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensation from her mouth and at the same time, he could feel the ever widening passage of her vagina flowering wider in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far up inside her.
"Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh" she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. He grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up into the hidden recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardening nipples digging into him like buttons on a coat.
"Ohh... Lou, yes! Fuck me... Oh, fuck me!" she moaned beneath him now in voluntary plea for more of the same.
Lost as they were in their delightful hell-fire of spiralling excitement, neither of them noticed the open doorway behind them, or of the dark shadow which was filling it, highlighted by the burning bedroom lamps. Nor did they hear the sharp intake of breath as the young teenaged girl who stood there was frozen with horrified shock, her tender features draining of blood, her throat choked with disbelief and shock.
Pretty, teenaged Chris Marlowe found her vision swimming close to insanity, her mind unable to fathom the sight she was witnessing. Her mother! Her own loving mother and... and Phil's father! Locked nakedly together like lewd animals! It couldn't be true! It just couldn't be!
But it was...
CHAPTER THREE
Young Chris Marlowe had raced up to her apartment breathlessly, bubbling with excitement at the thought of the evening ahead with Paul Bradley. She just knew that she was going to have a wonderful time, no matter what they did, and she was thrilled at the idea of meeting some of Phil's friends. That must mean he really liked her!
She showered hastily, using a sponge and soap to briskly lather her young tender body free of the sun-tan oil, running her hands over her breasts and down between her legs, her mind intent on the boy. She got chills just imagining his strong, manly build and cute, devilish sort of smile. He was a dream catch, that was for sure, and she didn't want to do anything that would make him sorry he was dating her. She had to show him that she wasn't too young, that she wasn't the child her mother kept thinking she was.
Then she toweled herself to a rosy hue and padded naked from the bathroom to her own tiny bedroom, where she stood in front of the bureau, trying to decide what to wear that night. Her little yellow bikini was where she'd dropped it after coming in from the pool, and as she saw it on the floor, she picked it up and stuffed it in one of the drawers, wanting to be neat and not have her mother scold her for leaving her clothes strewn around. She loved sunning out beside the pool, as she had today and so many of the days since summer vacation had started; liked the feeling of lying there with her whole body motionless as if in mute offering, her legs just slightly parted to accentuate the cuntal mound of her budding sex, her back curved imperceptibly so that her taut, uplifted young breasts jutted against the thin band of her halter and stretched the thin material. She knew that the boys and men in the building all stared at her when she was like that, roving their eyes over her young flesh and wishing it was their hands instead. She knew this and got a tingling excitement from it, because while she was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage, she still enjoyed playing around with the fire of arousal, figuring in her naive way that she couldn't get burned.
Then she looked at herself critically in the mirror, pleased with the reflection, and she swept the long golden strands of her hair away from her shoulders and examined the dark tanned skin of her shoulders and beautiful young face, then down to the white, satin creaminess of her white skinned breasts. Her eyes moved across the reflection to the tiny dimple that was her navel, and then down to the honey-colored fleece of-her soft, slightly damp pubic triangle, with its highlights of pink flesh and slightly puffy little vaginal slit. She saw the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out shyly from the crested folds of her pussy, and she giggled at her brazenness, pirouetting lightly and looking now at the full, lithe roundness of her ivory thighs and buttocks, and the rippling muscles of her smoothly tapered legs.
In another few years, I'll look like Mother even more... and Mother is such a beautiful woman...
Finding that she had no more time to spare before she was to meet Phil downstairs in the lobby, she opened another of the bureau drawers and selected a pair of clean white nylon panties. Her fingers tugged their elastic band up as she stepped into them, until the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks and the soft, pink mound of her cunt were snugged so tightly that she could see her tender vaginal lips outlined in the material. A moment of tiny shock ran across her mind, but then she took out a bra and snapped it on, feeling dangerous but allowing her panties to stay as they were.
She found a pale blue blouse and a white miniskirt, and put them on, and the skirt was so short that its hem was almost half-way up her tanned thighs, showing off the creases in the front where her legs joined her hips. With sudden awareness she realized that she could almost see her panties-which in turn allowed her to see the tightly pressed lips of her vagina c... and another forbidden electric thrill went through her, followed by a small blush at the thought of what Phil might say when he saw her. God! It was so wicked... but so grown-up!
Maybe it was too daring and suggestive she thought-and then she decided that if it was, then all the better. She knew intuitively that this was the best way of attracting a boy like Phil Bradley, of showing him that she was a woman physically. She made a vow not to let him get out of line with her-perhaps a few kisses tonight, a little innocent petting, but that was all. Attraction was one thing, more than that was another, and if he wanted more, then he'd have to come around regularly, and go steady with her. And even then, she wasn't going to allow him to do more than play with her titties. She was afraid of what she would do if she ever allowed him or any other boy to touch her between the legs, for she knew from having fingered herself there at night when all alone that she went out of her mind with the strange, delicious sensations that her own hands caused her. Why, if Phil did that to her, she might go out of her mind and not be able to stop until it was too late!
She hurried out of the bedroom and to the bank of elevators at the end of the main hall. Down in the lobby, she found Phil waiting for her, and together, they walked out of the street entrance and stood waiting for Phil's friend, Vince Pickard, and Vince's girlfriend.
It wasn't more than fifteen minutes later than a Pontiac Bonneville station wagon pulled up to the curb, and Vince Pickard waved from the driver's window. After introductions and a few minutes of conversation, Chris got in the back seat with Phil, the door was slammed shut, and Vince roared away down the street.
"Well, kids?" Vince asked over his shoulder. "What's first on the list for tonight?" Vince Pickard looked to be a little older than Phil, about nineteen or twenty, Chris estimated, and had brown curly hair and small, ferret-like eyes which were always moving as if he was watching for something to suddenly strike out. He was dressed more casually than either Chris or Phil, in little more than a colored tee-shirt and cord pants. "I told you, honey. I'm hungry," Vince's girlfriend complained. Her name was Ginger Hammett, and she proved to be a fully developed teenager, perhaps only a year older than Chris. She was built with that Southern European voluptuousness of large, rich-swelling breasts like melons, and curving hips with seductively swaying buttocks and limber legs. She seemed to like to giggle a lot, Chris had noticed in the short time they'd met. She had politely stepped out of the Pontiac to make it easier for Chris and Phil to get in the back, and in doing so, Chris had been able to get a good look at what she was wearing.
Ginger had on the tightest pair of black stretch pants Chris had ever seen! Her thin velour sweater hugged her breasts like a second skin, accentuating her large, globular breasts to their fullest, but it had beep the pants which had really drawn Chris' gaze-and she knew that if they had sparked her attention, they would certainly do the same for any boy! They squeezed the girl's ripely formed buttocks and vaginal mound with such a grip, that the thin fabric was stretched to the point where Chris had been able to see the contours of Ginger's cunt lips creased in a thin vertical slit. She'd gulped, un-nerved by the brazen display of the young teenage girl's sexuality, blushing a little in embarrassment for her. Why, compared to Ginger, her own miniskirt and tightly snug panties were like an overcoat! She wondered as they drove along just what was the extent of Ginger's relationship with Vince-if she was allowing her boyfriend to go "all the way" with her. Did Vince make love to Ginger? Chris swallowed, driving from her mind the lewd image of the two of them naked and together, ashamed at the crude way her mind was suddenly forming evil, perverted thoughts about people she had just met.
"I know a great little Spanish restaurant across town," Phil suggested. "It might be fun to go there instead of having the usual hamburgers and french fries."
"Sounds swell," Chris added, eager to get into the swing of things. "I'm all for it."
"That would be a nice change," Ginger agreed. "What do you say, honey?"
Vince laughed and put his arm around Ginger's shoulder, drawing her across the seat and to him in an affectionate hug. "Anything you say, lover. Spanish food it is! Where's the restaurant, Phil."
Phil gave him the instructions, and it wasn't long before they were having a feast in the small, candle-lit dining room of the Cucaracha. He smirked confidently to himself as they all ate heaping platters of paella, a rice and sea-food dish, hot and salty, for the young boy had suggested the Spanish restaurant with more on his mind than a mere change in menu. The salty spiciness of the food caused a tremendous thirst, he knew from previous experience-and that meant there had to be lots to drink, The specialty of the house was the traditional Spanish wine punch called sangria, and great, cold pitchers of the drink were brought. Phil urged his innocent date to drink as much as she could, and he was secretly gloating as he saw her inexperience with what sangria could do. He'd told her it was only a light, inoffensive wine and she had taken his word for it, swallowing glass after glass of it as she ate the paella, never suspecting that beneath the base of red, heavy wine were Contreau, apricot brandies, and a little lemon-lime fizz to get the heavy concentration into her bloodstream extra quick.
To Chris Marlowe, the evening was a blur of delightful fun. She and Phil seemed to have hit it off even better than she'd hoped, and everybody was talking blue streaks, about all sorts of interesting subjects and not just the usual silly things like cars and other girls. She laughed and joined in, eating and drinking heartily, telling herself over and over that she was very lucky to have been chosen by Phil and to have met his nice friends, and vowed that she was not about to screw up her chances by acting like a naive little girl. She never realized that all the while, Phil was thinking about what was in store for her later on that evening, and what he was going to do to the little tender virgin he'd taken out, once she reached the stage of helpless submission.
After the fine dinner, they left the restaurant, and Chris stumbled once, groping for Phil's arm, who caught her with ease. Hot damn, he thought, she's had a few, all right, and the sangria has gone straight to her head. Well, she was going to have a lot more to drink if he had his way, and maybe a little something special to smoke, too... just to really get her in shape to be fucked. Yes sir, by the time he took her back to her apartment, she wouldn't be a virgin any longer!
"Where are we going now?" Ginger asked, once they were all back in the car. "Dancing?"
"Only place open for dancing is the Pavilion," Phil told her from the back seat. "I don't think we'd like to go there. You know what it's like, with all those stag hustlers trying to cut in."
"Yeah," Vince agreed, "That's no place to take your girl."
"How about a movie?" Chris suggested.
"That's what I was thinking," Phil nodded with a smile. "I saw in the paper that they've got a real hot one playing at the Cardinal. It's called The Teacher's Pet Pupil.
"Ah-hah!" Ginger giggled. "The Cardinal's a drive-in."
"Since when did that ever bother you, Ginger, especially in this car?" Vince asked, holding her to his chest again. Chris was puzzled at the boy's reference to "this car," not having any idea what he could mean, but she was a little worried about the fact that the movie was at a drive-in, knowing that there was good reason for its nick-name of "passion-pit." Phil seemed to sense her hesitation, so he turned to her and asked: "You're not afraid of me in a drive-in, are you, Chris?"
"No, no of course not, Phil," she replied, having to laugh at her own fears. After all, this was a double date. What could go wrong? A little harmless necking perhaps, but that was surely the extent of it. She said: "It was just that I haven't been to one in a long time."
"Well, it's just like it always was. A big screen in front of you, and little speakers that hook on the windows so you can hear." Phil waved his hand in a gesture of nonchalance, and Chris realized that he was making fun of her in a gentle way, and she had to laugh again.
"The picture," Vince said, starting the car, "is supposed to be sort of naughty, you know what I mean? I heard about it from some of the other guys, and they say it really gets down to the basics."
"Oh good," Ginger said, giggling happily.
"I wasn't worried about you, lover," the boy said to her. "I was only wondering if Chris wanted to see something like that."
Slightly rankled at the thought that she was considered too young to see a "naughty" movie, Chris said: "Well, if I'm not afraid of going to a drive-in with Phil, how can I be shocked by a strip of film?"
"Well, don't say we didn't warn you if you are," Phil said. "They've got a Disney movie at the' Bijou, so speak up now and not later."
"I may be younger than you, Phil Bradley," she retorted good-naturedly, "but I'm not that young! I can take anything you can" She could almost have bitten her tongue off as the brave words poured out of her, but she was goaded by his and Vince's supposed concern for her innocence, and simply had to show them that she was old enough. Nevertheless, while she'd never seen a sex movie before, she'd heard about what they showed-nudity and sometimes almost two people making love-but it couldn't show everything, could it? Or... were they so blatant now that they did? A shiver of tingling expectation ran through her in spite of her reluctance. She knew about sex from her health classes in school and from what her girlfriends would talk about, and no film could possibly be as scandalous as the imaginations she had when alone in her bed and playing with herself. Her normal caution dulled by the sangria, and spurred by her desire to be an adult in Phil's eyes, she found herself wanting to see The Teacher's Pet Pupil more and more. "Let's go," she said eagerly. "Oh boy, I can hardly wait!"
Neither can I, Phil thought with lewd satisfaction. And just you wait until you find out why Vince likes to take a station wagon to the movies...
The Cardinal drive-in was in the shape of a giant apex, with a broad, tall screen sticking up at its apex. It was quite dark when they reached the theater, even though the movie hadn't started yet, and Vince had trouble finding a place to park because of the cars that were already there.
"We got here early," he said, finding a spot almost all the way to the back. "But it looks like were just in time. There's hardly any room left!"
Strangely, the boy didn't park so that the front of the car was pointed toward the screen, but reversed and backed in the space so that the rear tail-gate was directed that way. Then Phil turned to Chris and said: "Okay, let's get out."
"Get out?" she asked curiously. "What for?"
"You'll see," he said smugly.
Standing beside the car, still not sure what was happening, the teenage girl watched as Vince folded down the rear seat that she and Phil had been sitting on, so that the whole back of the station wagon was one long empty area. It was then that she noticed that in the back of the car had been two large air mattresses, the kind she had used occasionally to rest on in the apartment house pool. Vince opened the tail-gate and spread the mattresses out lengthwise, adding more air to them with a small bicycle pump until they were both soft and like cushions. "Get back in now, kids, and I'll close the gate after you."
"W-We're supposed to watch the movie while sitting on them?" she asked, her head still not fathoming this odd new routine.
"Sure," Ginger said, crawling without hesitation inside and lying down on one of the mattresses. "It's a lot more comfortable this way, and," she added with another giggle, "a hell of a lot more fun, too!"
Phil helped Chris in, and then Vince shut the gate. To her surprise, she discovered that it was better this way, with lots more room to stretch out, even though she was pressed tighter to Phil than she normally would have been sitting in the back seat. Vince walked around and got in over the front seat, and sprawled out beside his girl, putting a muscular arm around her waist. Ginger snuggled close to him, her head on his shoulder.
"It sure is crowded," she said.
"It's a hot movie," Phil said. He turned on the volume of the little speaker Vince had placed in the rear window beside him, and the music which preceded the film drifted" through the car. "Everybody wants to see it, because it's so... naughty."
"You mean it's so dirty," Ginger responded with a giggle.
"Dirt's all in the mind," Vince said in mock seriousness. "Nothing is dirty unless you think it is. You got a dirty mind, lover?"
"Who me? Never! I'm lily white!"
Phil and Vince broke out in a snickering kind of laughter which made Chris think all the more that Ginger was far more experienced with sex than a girl of her age should be. "Then no sweat," Vince chuckled. "It's only naughty. Hand me the sack beside you, will you, Ginger?"
Ginger did, and from the plain brown paper bag, the boy took out a large quart soft-drink bottle which had a cork in its neck rather than a metal cap. "Ah," he breathed. "A little juice to get things going."
Phil smiled. "What's the matter? Can't wait for the movie?"
"Hell, the projector could break down," Vince complained, "and I could die of thirst before they fixed it." He unstopped the bottle, wiped the top of it with the palm of his hand and gave it to Ginger. "Here," he offered. "Ladies first."
Ginger took hold of the bottle and tipped it to her mouth, drawing a greedy swallow. She sputtered, and her throat worked spasmodically, and then she lowered the bottle. "Wow! That stuff is really good!"
"Yeah," Vince said, and then handed the bottle to Chris. "Go ahead," he said to her. "You're next."
Chris hesitated, knowing that it wasn't Coke Ginger had been drinking, but some kind of liquor.
"What's the trouble?" Phil challenged, taking the bottle from his friend. "You drink, don't you?"
"I-I have been"' she said. "I-I just don't want to get sick, that's all."
"You won't," he promised. "It's only spiked a little bit, and is as mild as the sangria. See?" He tilted his head and drank with a loud gargling noise. "Now, go ahead and be a sport."
"Be a sport," Chris murmured to herself, and then stiffening her resolve to be just that and not to ruin his opinion of her, she drank from the bottle, trusting that it was as light as he said it was. She'd become a little thick-headed during the dinner, as if the sangria had started to affect her, but she'd passed it off as the heaviness of the delicious meal and the fact that she was so-excited. The warm evening air had done much to clear her mind-or so she thought, not realising that she was slowly, inexorably being brought past the point when she would care how she felt, and her euphoria at being with Phil was making her not notice the insidious effects the different kinds of alcohol were having on her mind and spirit.
"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp of air and handing the bottle to Vince. Her head began to whirl, and the still blank screen in front of her was slowly revolving in tilting, sweeping circuits. Vince drank, the bottle was passed around again, and then she was once more tasting the sweet, warm liquid which filled her mouth. She could taste the tinge of bourbon or whisky-she didn't know which, but could tell that it wasn't vodka or gin or stuff like that-and a syrupy flavor like raspberry or strawberry soda. It wasn't bad, not bad at all, and automatically she took another drink before letting go. She wondered if she wasn't getting herself into a bad future situation, for anything over a few beers gave her the woozies, but the fifteen-year-old virgin kept repeating to herself that she didn't want to ruin her chance with Phil, and that she couldn't afford not to go along with he and the others were doing.
Phil let his hand dangle gently around her shoulder, his fingers brushing gently, "accidentally," against the tip of one firm, tenderly sensitive breast. He smirked again as he felt the anticipation of what he was planning for her, growing more confident by the moment that the lewd and obscene seduction of this innocent little girl was surely going to take place right here on the mattress. He was going to fuck the hot little bitch every way but inside out, and maybe he'd find a way for that, too, and the mere thought of it made his cock jerk expectantly in his pants, aching as it was trapped by the stretched confines of his underpants.
"Hey, baby," he crooned in her hair, "I really like you, you know?" He felt her jump slightly as she heard him, and he held her tighter, pressing his hands once more against the pulsating mound of her gently throbbing breast. She'd never before been this drawn to a boy, she realized, trying hard to disregard his hand which had seemingly lodged on her breast in his attempt to hug her. She shivered, wanting him to like her as much as he was telling her he did, and the alcohol effused through her veins, causing her to tingle with electric shocks all over her body. Her skin felt as though it was beginning to burn, and she pressed her thighs together to control a peculiar sensation that was worming its way through the sensual valley between her legs. Embarrassed at the sudden intimate display of affection, she glanced over at the other mattress to see if Vince and Ginger had noticed her and Phil, and saw to her shock that they were locked in a wild, erotic embrace.
Chris heard the unmistakable rustling of their clothes as they stretched out on the soft, cushiony air mattress, and the tender, wet sounds of their kissings and moanings and fevered breathings. She tried hard to avert her eyes from the petting that was so close at hand, but she found that instead of being embarrassed and chagrined at the openly performed fondling, she was attracted by it, actually interested and aroused by it. Her breasts again throbbed slightly in response, and as if they had a life of their own, pressed forward into the waiting cupped hand of her date.
Phil Bradley could feel the tiny, bud-like nipples of her creamy white, trembling breasts harden under the thinness of her summer dress and brassiere, and he started to massage them gently, slowly, his testicles aching with his longing to feel those beautiful young globes in his hands without the cloth around them, and taste their berry-like nipples in his mouth. Chris knew that she was going to have to stop him soon before things got out of control, and she squirmed on the mattress, trying to move his fingers away without him noticing. In doing so. her short mini-skirt hiked up over her hips, and exposed her naked tanned thighs, and when she looked down she could almost see the white crotchband of her thinly protective panties running up between her legs.
She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down. Phil stopped her with his other hand. "Let it be, Chris baby," he whispered in her ear. "You've got nice thighs, so don't hide them. You ain't got nothing up between them that I don't know all about!"
That brought a shriek of laughter from Ginger and another livid crimson blush from Chris. The young girl felt hot, but not wanting to let Phil think she was square, she didn't move her skirt any more, but leaned against the boy and nuzzled his chest affectionately.
Yeah, Phil gloated to himself, this one may be a virgin, but she'll be one hell of a hot box when I really turn her on. His cock swelled to still further painful erection, and he felt himself getting blazing hot, the tension grinding in his loins, his testicles aching to be released. But he remembered his father's advice well, recalling the lessons he had been told and shown ever since he'd been old enough to fuck, and Lou Bradley had introduced him to a couple of experienced girls. Those two had been easy, and he and his father had fucked them side by side, switching partners time and gain-but other girls they'd shared hadn't been such pushovers, and since that time, he had learned that he had to take things slow. Slow and easy, and not scare the girl, especially a virgin. The first time's the big one, he knew, having melted many a cherry in his day...
It was time now for something else, however, and he leaned over and said to the other couple "All right, you two, break it up. I got something that'll interest you, I figure." He reached inside his pocket and brought out a flat tin box. He offered it around, and Vince and Ginger eagerly took thin, brown colored cigarettes from the box, cigarettes which were unmistakably hand rolled. Then he turned back to Chris. "Here," he told her, and pressed one in her fingers. "Light up!"
She stared at it, and had the sinking suspicion she knew what the brownish cigarette was made of. Marijuana! She quivered with indecision, for she was afraid of what the drug might do to her--she'd heard too many stories and lectures from adults-but she was even more afraid of ruining this good time she'd been having. She looked at Ginger to see what the other girl would be doing, and saw that she was already lighting up her cigarette, her eyes shut, oblivious to anything except the drug.
"Now what's with you, baby?" Phil growled. "Aren't you hep to pot?"
"I-I never smoked it before," Chris blurted, and then felt foolish for having admitted it. How uncool could she be? She wished she hadn't drunk so much at dinner and out of the Coke bottle, for she wasn't thinking clearly now, feeling awfully warm and as though there was a weight crushing down on her forehead and eyes.
"A little grass never hurt anybody," Ginger said, exhaling. "Don't worry so much, Chris."
"Ah, she's just a kid," Vince taunted with a sneer, and Chris blanched at the direct punch of his contempt. Rebellions and resentment made her place the cigarette between her lips with defiance. Just a kid, was she!
"Let me light it for you," Phil said. "Once you're high, you'll feel things you never felt before." He struck a match, and trembling, Chris allowed him to light the cigarette for her. She drew in once, and then coughed.
"Oh for Christ's sake," Vince said disgustedly. "What a waste of good grass."
"Let her alone," Ginger said. "She'll learn. Try again, Chris. Hold the smoke down in your lungs."
The second puff was easier, and the naive young girl held the sour-sweet smoke down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked around with a smile of triumph, only to see she was behind the others, who were all busily inhaling their joints. She continued to follow suit, and by the end of the marijuana cigarette, she began to feel as though she were floating up off the mattress.
Chris eagerly accepted a second cigarette from Phil, never having felt better in all her life. She was happy and carefree, without a worry in the world, everything seemingly so funny to her. She laughed and talked, feeling a sudden comradeship with everyone else that she hadn't felt before.
"How's it going now, baby?" Phil asked.
"Like I'm on the moon!" she replied breathlessly.
"Christ, there's so much smoke in this car that I could get stoned without a cigarette," Ginger said. She cuddled once more in Vince's protective arms.
"Kiss me," she demanded of her boyfriend. "Kiss me hard... " Again there was the rustling sound of their clothes, moans, and heavy breathing. Chris sucked on her cigarette and then she heard Ginger mewl plaintively, "Ohhhh, Vince! Ohhh, I love you touching my nipple like that!"
Chris couldn't help turning her head slightly to see what they were doing, and to her amazed shock, Vince had his hand inserted up the front of Ginger's sweater and was massaging her breasts. The girl had her head back with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face. Chris felt a sudden spasm of electric excitement hit her in the pit of her belly. My God! How far would they go? All the way? No... no, that was impossible, not here in the car in front of her and Phil, right out in the open theater. Maybe alone they did, but even that was one of those things too embarrassing for her to consider. The image of any of them-of Chris herself-naked and reveling unashamedly in front of other people was entirely too much to consider.
Shaking, she lulled her mind to security again with a long drink from the bottle beside her, and a drag on the marijuana cigarette, leaning against Phil as she did so, the delicious warmth of the liquor and the drug seeping through her blood. She'd never felt so emotionally affected before in her life, and as she curled up with Phil, the touch of her panties pressuring against the air mattress excited her between the thighs with unwanted darts of pleasure. The material bunched against her thighs and grazed the sensitive, virginal young Ups of her vagina, causing tiny throbs of forbidden delight to pulse in the bud of her clitoris.
She tried to hold them back, but to no avail. The heat in the car, the sensual effects of the alcohol and marijuana, the lust-provoking scenes which were before her naive and innocent eyes were all too much to be swept away, and no matter how hard she squeezed her legs together, she couldn't dampen the tantalizing little sparks of arousal that were beginning to swell in her breasts, her loins, her pussy. And then Phil Bradley turned her head slowly toward him with his hands, and pressed his lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly to hers. She groaned and struggled for a sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand once again pressed into the softness of her breast.
"Easy," he whispered into her mouth. "Relax and enjoy it. I'm only kissing you... "
She allowed herself to go limp as he commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips pressing into her mouth. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations suddenly flitting through her stomach. She had never thought a boy kissing her could do this to her, but before she could pursue the thought further, the music ended and the screen lit up. The movie was about to start!
She straightened, desperately trying to collect her increasingly confused senses, and greedily continued to smoke her cigarette, her eyes glued tightly to the screen. Vince and Ginger stayed where they were, as though they had no interest in the picture at all, and she was afraid to look over at them for fear of what she would see. The soft mewling sounds coming from the girl's lips and the grating noise of the boy's heavy breathing told the story well enough. She could see through the dim light of the screen and the vague shapes of couples in the other cars, wrapped up in tight embraces, none of them seeming to pay any attention whatsoever to anyone else. She had a slight tinge of doubt in her mind now about whether or not she should have been so eager to go along, especially considering what had been happening since they'd gotten to the theater, but it was too late now, and there was nothing she could do about it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The young teenage virgin stared tremblingly at the screen as the title flashed on, The Teacher's Pet Pupil, in large letters in color. Phil pulled her close, feeling her stiffen for a short moment, and then relax against his chest, and he let his hand brush down against her warmly throbbing breast again, knowing that he was exciting her, whether she liked it or not. Hell, everything was exciting her, and he could tell that she was physically responding by the way her nipple puckered beneath his gently cupped hand. He innately knew that her breasts were secretly begging to be removed from their thin nylon restraints and be kissed, and his cock swelled as he could barely contain its impetuousness. This sweet, tight little virgin cunt was going to be a delicious fuck, and he could hardly wait...
On the screen a man sat reading a book. At first glance, it appeared as though the book was printed, but the angle of the camera turned and it could be seen that the book was of photographs. His eyes gleamed as he studied them and the camera came in for a close-up showing the rounded lips of a woman enclosed over a hard, rigid cock. Her eyes were tightly closed in obvious rapture over the task she was having to perform.
A warning sound tolled in Chris' drugged mind and she stared with mounting alarm at the utter openness of the motion picture. But the shock, though staggering, was too far away to make her feel revolted at the sights and sounds she was watching, and with a sharp intake of breath, she leaned back, only to find that there was now a hot little tingle in her belly and deep within the untouched cavern of her vagina, causing a seeping moisture to wet the front of her panties. She tried to move Phil's fingers from her breast, but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on his and then let it fall back to her side.
"D-Don't," she moaned. "L-let me sit up, please. I don't want you to touch me like this."
"I told you, relax and watch the movie." The boy tightened his grip, and Chris labored for breath. She squirmed harder, only pushing the now wetly matted pubic hair and the swollen lips of her cunt down against the air mattress and making herself more aroused than ever.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, fighting to gain control.
"Watch the picture," Phil repeated. "Watch the movie... "
"The movie," she echoed dazedly, and brought her drugged, liquored mind back to focus on the screen. The man was turning a page, but suddenly turned toward the door as he heard a knocking. A young blonde schoolgirl about eighteen entered, dressed in a Catholic girls school uniform, and she was carrying a set of books cradled in her arm. He showed her to a seat across from him, and she sat down, shyly opening one of her books to the page she said she was having trouble understanding. The man talked to her for a few minutes, but still she shook her head and said that she couldn't figure out what the assignment was all about. Then the teacher said he had something that might help her, and he got up, telling her that it was in another room, and he'd be right back with it. He left, and after a few more minutes, the girl reached over and took her teacher's book out of curiosity. She opened it to the pictures and the camera showed a sudden shocked expression cross over her face. It was apparent that her first reaction was to close the book and slide it back across the table, but her curiosity overcame her fear, and she began to slowly flip the pages. A close-up showed the various position of intercourse the subjects in the pictures were in, and then the camera switched to the girl's face again, showing the wide-eyed amazement in her expression. As the camera remained focused on her face, a slow change could be seen coming over her. Her emotions gradually changed from one of amazement to one of open-mouthed excitement. The effect was making her eyes slowly dilate and the unmistakable smoky haze of passion flicker through them. She began breathing hard and the. camera dropped to the floor under the table. It was positioned now so that it looked straight up between her legs. She had pulled her skirt up slightly and had worked her middle finger under the leg band of her white nylon panties. She was stroking softly the narrow moist slit of her vagina and it could he seen glistening wetly between her open legs as she suddenly shoved her finger deep into the tight little mouth of her open pussy and she began fingering herself in time to her excited breathing.
Chris held her breath, as she watched the scenes taking place and listened to the increasingly aroused pantings of the girl. She had never seen anything like this, and she was grateful for the protective darkness of the car to mask her embarrassment. It all looked so real and true to life to her that she couldn't believe it, and through the lightheaded intoxicating haze of the alcohol and marijuana, she could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl on the screen. She pressed her thighs tight together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and was working its way down slowly to the sensuous point between her legs. Phil pressed harder into the softness of her breast and she made no move to resist as she could feel the tiny bud-like nipple harden with his caresses. She knew that she would have to stop him soon, however, before things ran away with them-but she decided dreamily to wait for a moment until the delicious tingle between her legs subsided.
A sudden look of fear came on the girl's face on the screen. Her teacher had abruptly opened the door and caught her fingering herself with the pictures in front of her. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and marched her over to the couch in the corner where he pulled her down over his knees. Her legs kicked wildly behind her as he lifted her skirt up over the soft rotund globs of her buttocks and began to spank her through the panties with the palm of his hand. The girl kicked and screamed under the harsh pounding of the tutor, her scantily covered little buttocks quivering piteously before each cruel blow.
The camera showed a close-up of his face where a cruel glint shown brightly in his eyes. The camera switched to her buttocks again where he began to draw the flimsy white panties down over their delicious firm roundness. Angry red welts stood out on them from the spanking he had just given her. Tears of pain ran in streams from her sobbing eyes as she felt the soft nylon being drawn slowly over her buttocks and across her thighs. Her face turned toward him and she begged him to stop, but he only pushed her from his lap to the floor and walked over to the table, picking up the dirty book. He returned to the prostrate young girl who was struggling to her knees and held the photographs in front of her. The poor, fear-struck pupil kneeled in front of him as he threatened to turn her into the Mother Superior if she didn't do what he demanded.
Quaking with fear, she rose to her feet, and when he commanded her to take off her clothes in front of him, she so, stripping her dress from her young budding body. The teacher with a lewdly expectant grin on his face did the same. His pants fell to the floor quickly and his rigidly throbbing penis could be seen standing out in front of him with heavy, trembling anticipation. The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before him completely naked, her arms crossed futilely over her firm well-developed young breasts. The thin strands of pubic hair covering the mound at the base of her white little belly was soft and sparse and the tiny folds of flesh covering the narrow slit of her vagina were plainly visible. The teacher gleefully made her sit down on the front edge of the cushion of a big easy chair and drape her legs up and out over either arm. He knelt down between her widespread thighs with the camera zeroing in for a close-up of her pussy just over the top of his head. He reached forward, placing one thumb on either side of the narrow hair-lined slit and spread the tender lips slowly apart, exposing the moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tight cunt. The camera zoomed in closer and her tiny clitoris could be seen throbbing gently in the air just above the tight elastic cuntal opening.
Chris hardly dared to breathe. She could not believe what she was seeing on the screen if front of her, or the way she looked at the blonde little girl and thought of her as being herself. The feelings it was causing to course through her flesh were growing with every passing second, licking with tendrils of flaming desire, and Phil pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move. During the excitement of the young girl undressing, he had smoothly worked his hand inside her blouse and was cupping one bra-encased breast, and she could feel pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the nipples maddeningly around until they were hard as stone chips between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear as he turned his head toward her and locked his lips wetly against hers again. She tried for a moment to twist away but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state of arousal. She thrust her tongue back sharply and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew how to kiss and never had she been so enraptured, with wild animal abandon and passion, and she squirmed down on the mattress hard. She knew that she should demand that they stop, that she should sit up and make him take his hands off her breasts and call a halt to this. But her nerves were shattered, her brain whirled with the liquor and marijuana, and already Phil was fumbling with her bra snaps, breaking the white cups from around her breasts and exposing them to his fondling hands.
"No... No, Phil," she whimpered in his mouth. "I'm... I'm not that land of girl... "
"All girls are that kind of girl-if they're not in diapers," he grinned reassuringly, and casually unbuttoned her blouse. "And, baby, that body of yours has been going to waste too long. It's going to change as of tonight!" He whistled as he saw the full rounded breasts overflowing from her open blouse. He'd never seen such a perfectly formed pair! He smoothly worked off the garment, leaving the trembling young blonde naked from the waist up, and shivering, even though the car was overly warm.
Her breath came in short, intense spasms and she blushed furiously with shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower on the mattress, hunching over protectively. But Phil took her shoulders and forced her upright, her breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out for all of them to see.
"Uh-uh, baby. You got to see that what you're doing is just what all of us do whenever we get the chance. I mean it. Take a look beside you if you don't believe me." He laughed harshly at her confused and cringing embarrassment. "They're fucking!"
Ginger had removed her pants and had crawled over Vince's hips, his own cords now down around his ankles. She had obviously worn no panties, for they were not with her stretch slacks. She was straddling him, the white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long, thin cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and was guiding him into her. Chris held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head of Phil's friend's prick make contact with the moist open flanges of Ginger's cunt. She moved it up and down in the wet glistening slit for a moment, parting the softly curling pubic hairs, and then with a slight groaning sigh, she ground her buttocks hard down on it.
Chris's eyes were wide with hypnotized disbelief as she watched Vince's throbbing penis slide slowly up into the wet clasping lips of his girlfriend's cunt, making a small wet sluicing noise in the station wagon as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until Chris could see but a small tiny bit of the base of his cock protruding from the tight, moistly locked lips of her vagina surrounding it. She knew that she should scream and force her way out of the car, to demand that they stop what they were doing and for Vince to take her home, but the tranquilizing effect of the marijuana and the tightness of Phil's arms holding her to the mattress would not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Ginger began a slow grinding up and down with her buttocks rising in the air above Vince until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her pussy.
"He's fucking her good, isn't he?" Phil breathed into her ear, and he pulled her roughly on her side so that he could grind his pelvis tightly into hers while sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks.
"Y-yes, yes... " was all that she could moan in abject answer to his lewd question, his erotic words strangely exciting to her. She had never imagined what it would be like to see two people making love, and found that it was affecting her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute revulsion she had expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered quivering deep between her thighs, and a tight restrictive pressure digging into her belly. She turned her head away and back to the screen, hoping it would drive away the sights and sounds she had just been watching, but still the vision of Vince's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of Ginger's vagina raced through her mind. As she focused her attention on the movie their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of intercourse drifted across to her ears, magnifying what she was seeing ahead of her a thousand times.
The teacher had risen from the floor now and climbed up on the soft cushioned arms of the chair. He was kneeling in front of his student's face with his knees straddling her young body on both sides. His huge, rigid penis stood out in the air like a huge fleshy monster. He had his hand around it, rubbing the wet lubricated head softly against her tightly clenched lips. It was apparent that she didn't want to open her mouth, but he reached forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly together. She fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side in desperation until with a sudden gasp for needed air, her mouth opened wide. The man flicked his hips forward, sliding the huge blood-filled head deep within the confines of her tender young lips. Again she fought, but he tangled his hands in her hair cruelly and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion. Her lips hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her mouth, and tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling back from her roundly ovaled lips as he drew back, only to disappear back inside as he slid his cock gently forward again. He started a rhythmic sawing, back and forth, never quite drawing it all the way out but leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. After a moment the girl seemed to warm to her task and reached up between his wide-spread thighs and cradled the softness of his testicles in her palms. She stroked him gently as she sucked with increasing voraciousness at his thrusting cock above. From the profile it appeared as a thick, wet glistening piston of flesh moving methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips.
Phil Bradley's hand ground harder into her heaving, naked breast as he became more excitedly aroused by the wet coupling of his friends next I to them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low helpless groan into his ear which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her body to squirm again down against the air cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her.
"Oh God, no, we can't... we mustn't," she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. "Oh, please, don't touch me like this!" she pleaded, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He had her in a position where she couldn't fight back, and yet the pleasures he was causing her were so overwhelmingly nice-so wickedly delicious, that she could hardly find the power to resist them.
Her body suddenly stiffened as she felt the boy begin to massage the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own moistening genitals. The sweet taste of the marijuana cigarettes and the syrupy flavor of the liquor wafted lazily through her veins, intensifying the uncontrollable sensations beginning to course through her against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against them with all of her strength. But the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her nipples, and the hardness of his young, strong penis grinding into her vaginal mound brought forth only further soft moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the thought of Vince and Ginger making love not more than a few feet away were too much for the tortured virgin girl's mind.
"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy sliding my cock into your little tight pussy and breaking your cherry."
"Oh, no, don't. Please, no," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delightful feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. "I've... I've never let a boy do even this much to me before!"
"Always a first time for everything, baby," he laughed softly, dropping his hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly.
"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't," she sobbed, still conscious of the groans of wild abandoned passion coming from the movie speaker and the couple next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Phil's fingers hooking and sliding the material of her short skirt up the front of her thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using what was left of her willpower to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Baby, let's have a peek at your hot little cunt now," Phil grinned with salacious enjoyment. "It should be nice and juicy by now."
Chris gasped as she felt the hem of the skirt reach the top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as she felt him slipping a finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip found the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft curling pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with the throbbing pink flesh up inside. It was wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt growing deep in her loins. She found her hips suddenly undulating in involuntary rhythm to the teasingly light touch of his fingers rummaging teasingly between her thighs.
Then, in a last spasm of protest, envisioning where this was inevitably going to lead at this rate, she summoned the last of her defiance and squirmed free of his grip. "Stop! Stop, you've got to, before... " She swallowed hard, gasping for breath. "Let's calm down, please. I'm not some little slut you can make the first time out."
"I know you're not, Chris," Phil breathed in her ear. God, how his balls hurt, how his cock longed to slide up into her tender young pussy! His panting, ragged breath transmitted his excitement to her, and then he pulled her back to him again, his hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body enflaming her as the sounds of the lovemaking on the screen and next to her drifted through her drugged mind.
She gasped from the wantonness and utterly overwhelming craving which was rapidly blotting out any degree of denial to her instincts. Phil's hands traveled teasingly up her legs again, around the soft, white flesh of her trembling buttocks and thighs, and this time she was unable to even consider stopping him. His fingers felt so good, warm, and she rotated her hips with the rising tide of passion which was roaring through her tender, innocent body.
"Ohhhh... Ohhh, Phil, Phil... " she moaned as he reached inside her panties and into the rich, pulsating virgin pussy, stroking the hair-lined fringes of her vaginal lips until they spasmed hotly from the teasing contact, seeking him yet deeper. She involuntarily raised her buttocks, moving her sex-starved cunt in helpful deliberation, spreading her legs wide until he was able to tease a little deeper into the moist, pink folds of her inner cunt, parting the soft young flesh carefully with his fingers until he was able to make ecstatic contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her brain screamed with the emotional agony of her sensual desire, and she moaned and mewled, wrapping her arms uncontrollably around Phil's neck, and trailing soft, sibilant kisses hotly across his face. There was an odd sensation of weightlessness as he moved, and then Chris' pot-drugged mind caught on to what he wanted, and she lifted her thighs higher off the cushion and clenched her legs moistly together so that he could slide the wetly stained panties down... down her legs, and off. They lay limply on the floor of the car, a soft, flimsy flag of abject surrender...
And then Phil was by her again, continuing his teasing and fondling of her soft, defenselessly twitching vagina. She lay back, her body caught hopelessly up in the delirious whirlwind of unwanted passion as he fingered her throbbing pussy better than she had ever been able to do to herself. Then there was suddenly another sound to her ears, an alien hissing, the unmistakable noise of his pants zipper being lowered. She could feel the boy struggling in his effort to open his pants, and in a blast of terrified comprehension, the shattering impact of what he was going to do to her seared through her tortured, dazed mind. She opened her eyes, and a scream came low in her throat as she stared at his face and then down at the hardened blunt-headed penis he held ready and poised in one hand!
He moved over her again, and his penis touched her, his fingers slipping from her cunt and leaving her insatiably alive with fire. A smear of male secretion spread on her quivering bare thigh, and she quivered uncontrollably, staring at his cock, gazing with stupefaction as it was highlighted by the dim light of the theater. It looked so hot and hard, and she mewled, her eyes wide with fright as the full impact of what was going to happen to her hit her mind. He was going to shove his erect penis into her body! All of it! God, it would kill her! It would split her vagina wide open, she knew it would!
"No! Phil, you can't! I won't let you!" she cried out in terror. The girl fought him savagely, trying to lock her thighs together and pull away, the fog of alcohol and marijuana dissipating from her like a bad dream.
Phil's only reply was to insinuate himself harder against her with mad desperation, and she felt his huge cock jerking spasmodically in the full length of her defensively clenched vaginal slit as he tried frantically to work its blunt, angry head inside her tight, hair-lined lips.
"Vince! Vince, I want to go home?" she groaned out, not knowing what else she could do to stop this horrible onslaught. "Ginger! Please, please help me!"
"Are you kidding?" Phil said, and laughed harshly. "Look at them and see if they want to help a little cry-baby like you! They're just about ready to cum from their first fuck of the night!"
The virgin teenager gaped with unbelieving agony as she saw what was now taking place beside her. Ginger was approaching her orgasm, and her sweat-drenched body was more animal than human, twisting and contorting crazily over Vince's wildly driving penis. She was spreading her legs and bending them so that she could buck up and down against the battering force of his iron-like cock harder and deeper, her eyes whirling insanely. She was a quivering mass of sweating, deranged flesh that begged for more subjugation on the mattress, revelling in the churning throes of her beginning climax. The boy humped upwards eagerly into her desperately waving buttocks, and then they rammed together, their mouths open and groans of passion spewing forth. Chris watched wide-eyed as the girl's smoothly rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and then white liquid exploded from the lips of her cunt squeezing the jetting cock inside her. Thin trails of sticky cum ran down, glistening both of their backsides and thighs, and then Ginger pitched forward, her stomach and breasts jerking erratically against Vince's belly and chest.
Chris Marlowe was entranced with seeing their mutual cumming, watching Vince's thick, white sperm overflow from between the girl's young, taut buttocks as they shuddered and groaned with the receding waves of their slowly dying excitement. She suddenly turned back to Phil, her whole physical being betraying her and telling her that she must have that same delicious experience, while her brain struggled to maintain control of her newly inflamed senses. She wanted him! God, how she wanted him! She couldn't control herself much longer, and was fighting a losing battle with herself!
"Oooooh, Chris, baby, I've got to fuck you now!" He rolled on her still harder, but still she attempted to preserve her virginity, squeezing her legs as he worked the throbbing head of his cock into the softness of her tightly clenched cuntal slit.
"No! No, I... I can't! Oh God, I can't!" She hugged him tight to her and pleaded wetly against his mouth, even as he squirmed between her desperately closed thighs. "No, well be sorry for this! I... don't want it to happen like this! Nooooo!"
Phil pressed on, gritting his teeth in desperation. "It's too late, baby! God damn it, you can't stop me now! I'm ready to cum, I tell you! Don't back out now, baby! You'll love it up inside your pussy!"
She kissed him hard as he continued to thrust his cock down through the upper portion of the wet, hair-lined little slit between her thighs, fighting madly to reach the smooth, pink passage she held from him between her tightly clamped legs, his every stroke sending wild sensations of sensual desire through her as his prick rubbed the erect bud of her clitoris. She pleaded, even as her young pussy flowered open and angled upwards in its own betrayal of her valiantly resisting mind, but he didn't seem to hear or care. In a last-ditch move of desperation, she reached down between them and took his young, lust-hardened cock in her hands, squeezing it in an anguished attempt to halt him before she capitulated to the unreasoning desires he had aroused in her and he would fuck up into her with his hotly thrusting rod.
"Ahhhh! You bitch! You teasing little bitch!" he shouted down at her. "You're going to make me cum doing that to me! Agggg! I'm cumming! I'm... I'm cummmmmmmmiingggg!"
As she grasped the thick, ramming penis and he continued to pump wildly, and cry out harshly, she felt his cock expand and contract in her clutching fingers, and the helpless gasps of passion poured out of him. Hot sticky fluid spurted out from the growing head of his penis, inundating in thick surges the hot, satin flesh between her legs, wetting her inner thighs and spilling up and out from along her pink, quivering cunt and golden fleece of pubic hair. His semen flooded her lower abdomen and trickled lewdly down the cheeks of her smooth, arching buttocks. Then Phil, groaning over and over as though in some mortal agony, rolled from her onto the air mattress, panting with subdued frenzy.
Chris stared down at the boiling hot puddle of male sperm as it covered her vagina and pubic mound. She couldn't touch it, couldn't do anything but gaze at the slowly drying cum which blanketed her innocence. She heard with cringing, humiliated ears as Vince laughed loudly at his friend's frustration, and Ginger giggled along with him, and then she jerked as if being struck by a whip as Phil yelled at her with insane fury.
"You bitch! What a miserable thing to do to a guy! You're nothing but a fucking little prick-teaser!"
Ashamed and mortified beyond endurance, she felt the sting of his words and tears welled in her eyes. "Phil-"
"Shut up! Just shut up, will you? I don't know what made me want to waste my time with a little baby like you!"
Chris sat in utter misery for a long moment, her heart tormented to its extreme, and then she took the sodden panties he'd slipped from her trembling buttocks, and wiped up her nakedness, too desolate and lost to care if the others saw her as she opened her legs and cleaned the sticky white seed from her vagina and still burning loins. The pain in her seething and unsatisfied pussy was a sore reminder of what she had nearly lost-her hymen-and what she had lost in the way of a boyfriend by her refusal, and it ached painfully almost as much as the persistent ache in her soul.
"T-Take me home," she said softly, averting her head from the loathing which was so evident on the boy's features. "Please. Take me home now or... or I'll walk from here."
Phil was tempted to snap back that she could just go and walk all the way across town for all he cared, but as the high fervor of his excitement cooled, he became aware that he wanted this proud little virgin girl. Now even more than ever. He'd make her pay, damned if he wouldn't when he finally got it up into her teasing little cunt, but he could see that she was going to be more of a challenge than he'd anticipated, and that only caused his now softened penis to ache with further lewd, fevered desire. He looked down at her, at the entrancing combination of blonde satin pubic hair matted with his cum, and the swollen ruby pink swell of her moistly parted vaginal slit, and he could feel his shaft pound with blood and tiny droplets of his sperm seep from the end of his bloated cock-head. Christ, he'd fucked a lot of girls, but he'd never come so close to deflowering anything so pure, innocent, or helpless. Her mewlings of shame and anguish only goaded his cravings on that much more, and so he swallowed his anger and disgust, figuring that he should show a false display of chagrin now. He'd blown his chances for tonight by being too fast, too insistent, and it was time to butter her up for another time, another chance.
He glanced over at his friends, and Vince and Ginger only shrugged, indicating that if he wanted her to be taken home, they'd take her. Then he said in a low, sad voice to the teenager: "Look, Chris, I... I'm sorry."
"So am I," she replied, swallowing hard.
"I mean, about everything, even yelling at you just now. I... don't know what possessed me."
"It's as much my fault as yours, Phil," she said dully. She realized that even in her hysterical stupor, he was physically a man, and that his sex drive was too great to allow him to stop after passing a certain point. She should have done more to control the situation, and she felt soiled and humiliated more than any time she could ever recall. She couldn't understand what had taken over her mind and body, but she was still too hurt and dazed to sort things out, and all she wanted to do was go home.
"I... I'd like to see you again," he said tender- "I don't know," she moaned. "After this-"
"It happened baby. We both got carried away, and it ended badly, but it showed that we like each other, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it does... " Chris thought over what he was saying for a long moment, and then decided that he was right, and she couldn't rid herself of the still gnawing desire to want to see him again. "All right, Phil. Let's get together tomorrow. During the day," she added, thinking it would be better and safer that way. She avoided looking at him or the other couple, still terribly shamed. "But I want you to take me home now. Mom'll be worried."
"Sure, baby," the boy told her, grinning broadly. There'd be that next time, that next chance, he thought to himself, and next time I won't fail...
And outside on the screen, the teacher's buttocks were flexing and hollowing rapidly as he drove himself hard into the writhing young girl student underneath him. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his body, her ankles locked in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His giant cock was spearing into her tight wet cunt like a steel piston, bringing grunts of indescribable joy to her mumbling lips.
That should have been me right now, Phil Bradley told himself as he looked at the man on the screen. And by God, if soon will be...
That was almost me, Chris Marlowe moaned inwardly as she stared at the young blonde girl who resembled her so much. It so very nearly was, but now I know better, and it won't be until I'm married...
But Vince and Ginger smiled at one another and knew that it would be Phil who would win out in the end. They smiled, secretly to themselves, for they knew that he would continue to work on his little virgin girlfriend until he had finally gotten her hot little tail...
CHAPTER FIVE
"Good-night," Chris said at the door of her apartment. She looked sadly into the handsome face of the young boy, and then fleetingly to Vince and Ginger, who were standing to one side.
"Gee, I-" Phil Bradley faltered, licking his lips contritely.
"Don't apologize any more. I said I'd see you tomorrow." She took the keys out of her purse and opened the door, unaware that it was still unlocked from when Phil's father had moved the latch lever around a short time before. "Early tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure, Chris. That'll be swell."
She closed the door and slumped against it, cradling her head in the crook of her arm, suddenly feeling very tired. In spite of it being early, the close call with her virginity had exhausted her mentally and physically, and she trembled, her head still swirling from the madness which had overcome her. The effects of seeing Vince and Ginger making love while a pornographic movie flickered incessantly in front of her, and then to have Phil nearly rape her with his excitedly throbbing penis and ejaculate all over her naked vagina... my God, would she ever feel free and clean?
She quivered abjectly, for even now the crazed whirlwind refused to leave her alone. The marijuana and alcohol were still coursing through her blood, filling her body with their tingling effervescent impulses, goading her on until she thought she was going to faint.
She gripped the doorknob, looking across the darkened living room, and then sucked in her breath, a soft moan escaping from her lips. Her mother was here, awake! Chris could tell because the door to her bedroom was slightly ajar, and a shaft of light speared from the crack, slanting across the otherwise black living room. Chris looked down at herself, smoothing her dress with fumbling, trembling fingers, praying that she'd been able to get off all of the boy's sticky, hot semen from her thighs and vagina, and there weren't any tell-tale signs of what had happened to her. As it was, she was naked under her skirt, her soiled, wet panties having been thrown out of the car window as they had left the drive-in. She'd simply die if her mother confronted her now like this, and noticed something, asking questions until the whole sordid truth came out.
She slipped out of her flats and leaving the lights off, tiptoed across the living room toward the kitchen. She was afraid that she would disturb her mother, but she had to have something cold and refreshing to drink, her throat dry and feeling as parched as though filled with desert sand. She opened the refrigerator, and by its little light, removed a carton of milk and took down a glass from a nearby shelf, and then poured herself a glassful, drinking it down quickly. She sighed gratefully, finding that the milk seemed to help settle the hot, nerve-tingling reaction she was feeling from the alcohol and drugged cigarettes. The light-headed excitement kept running through her, and she didn't want it to bother her when she went to bed. She was afraid of the thoughts she would be thinking as it was, and would have preferred to sink instantly into oblivion. There was nothing she wanted to do this moment as much as to sleep and forget everything about this horrid night.
She walked quietly out of the kitchen, padding on the thick carpet in her bare feet, holding her breath tight as she neared her mother's bedroom. She had to pass by the slightly ajar door in order to reach her own room, and she straightened herself up bravely to pass by. Then she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
There was a groan from her mother's bedroom!
Oh my God, she's hurt! Chris thought, and her first reaction was to jerk the door open as fast as she could. She reached for the handle in the darkness, and as her hand came in contact with the cool metal of the knob, she froze again.
Now she heard a harsh male grunt!
What was going on in there? Who was with her, and what was he doing to her? It sounded as though he was hurting her! There was another groan, but it was longer this time, and had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone was being tortured. The groan was followed by savage slapping sounds as though someone was being hit across the buttocks.
Chris dropped her hand from the door handle and started to back away, holding her breath and moving as softly as she could. If she could just get to a phone and call the police before they discovered her, perhaps she could save her mother's life! She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being careful not to trip, and then turned to work her way back to the kitchen. There was a phone on the wall there, and if she could make that, she could talk in a whisper and whoever it was that was beating her mother could not hear her. It was then that the pleading voice spoke again, loud enough this time to be distinct.
"Oh God! Yesss! Yes, do it to meeeee!"
It was her mother again, and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate pleading tone her daughter had never heard before. Chris paled in the darkness and stood still for a moment, uncertain of what to do now. The man was obviously hurting her, but it didn't sound like it was against her will the way she was almost begging him to continue. What should she do? Perhaps he was forcing her to plead with him; perhaps he was a sadist like some of the men she had read about in her psychology class who enjoyed hearing women cry out for mercy.
She was almost ready to begin for the phone again when the noises suddenly grew stronger. Her mother's voice was muffled and sobbing, but still she was asking for it, and in fact, was pleading for more. The male voice was not distinct enough to make out clearly. Chris stood breathlessly on the carpet, trying to make up her mind what to do, for she couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain about what was going on.
She had to find out, and there was only one way!
She took a deep breath and silently crept back toward the door. Her whole body tensed as she brushed the door with her fingers, opening the slight crack wider so that she could see.
There was a squeak!
Her heart stopped and she dared not to breathe. They must have heard it, it had been so loud. But no, there were still the strange noises coming from inside without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The door gave a little more under her pressure, and the noises became more discernible to her. She could hear the sounds of heavy rushed breathing and the staccato Of squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. The thin crack of light widened into the living room as she inched the door open a fraction at a time. The light blinded her and she could not see for a moment-but the sounds continued unabated by her silent and unknown intrusion.
Her eyes adjusted to the intensity of the narrow path of light streaming into her face and the end of the bed came into view by tiny degrees. The fear of what she was going to see restricted her chest as though it was wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was shaking violently, but suddenly it stilled!
A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine!
There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace with Mr. Bradley, Phil's father! Her boyfriend's father and her own mother!
She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to retain her balance and keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to become sick and vomit from the sudden shock of the unbelievable sight before her eyes. Horrified, the teenaged girl tried to blot the scene from her eyes, but she could not. She was rooted to the spot, unable to move or to do more than watch in detached revulsion the ravishment of her mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying bed across the room. The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door so that she could even see Phil's father's thick, hard cock disappearing and reappearing into the vertical, tightly locked lips of her mother's vagina with each cruel thrust he made into her. Her legs were splayed out wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then fold them around his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all of her strength.
Chris could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper inside her. His hands were beneath and cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. Chris strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vaginal mouth clasping tightly around it, as though it was a hungry child nibbling voraciously at the last banana in the world. She could see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran the full length of the underside of his large, erect penis.
Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of her daughter stayed glued hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place on the bed. Her wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by Phil's father, who was fucking hard down into her, driving her back down into the covers with each vagina splitting surge. The loud slap of belly against belly resounded through the room like tiny distant claps of thunder. Her legs curled and uncurled in wild final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with every long, powerful stroke. Chris held her breath again, for the hundredth time since she had discovered her mother being fucked so viciously and wildly by Mr. Bradley. A tightening sensation caught her in the depths of her muscle-taut belly while she blinked her eyes still hazy from the marijuana and sangria, trying to bring herself to believe that she was truly seeing what was taking place. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of lewdness and lust-even the lewd upside down intercourse of Vince and Ginger and the wildness she's seen in the film weren't as bad as this. They were the acts of animals, strangers whom she didn't care about, but this! This was her own mother!
Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled down her cheeks in silent torment. There was her mother making like some gutter tramp rolling in naked abandoned lust beneath her own boy friend's father, she thought insanely, her mind whirling with confused, distorted emotions. Some mother, always lecturing her on not giving away her precious body on watching out for hands and mouths, always talking about staying pure and innocent. What a bunch of crap it had been, what a load of hypocrisy! Her mother was betraying the very honor that she'd fought to keep when she'd been with Phil! She should run in there and tear the two of them apart!
But as Phil's father continued to plunge his rock-hard cock deep down into her mother's moist, open vagina, fucking her with long, hard strokes, she found herself watching with forbiddingly lewd fascination. His gleaming wet instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his heavy, sperm-laden balls smacking rhythmically into the wet, throbbing crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below. The obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her, and though her mind rebelled, and she knew that she should break in on them or turn away and leave them alone, she couldn't do anything but stare in wide-eyed concentration.
The sweet, acrid smoke of the marijuana still curling through her blood, fusing with the alcohol, igniting the smoldering coals of passion which had only been held in abeyance after their flaming arousal before. Her mind seemed to open out like a budding flower as she continued to gape in horrified disbelief at her mother twisting lustfully to the depraved fucking of her vagina, and with each ragged breath her head seemed to lighten as if unable to withstand any more of the agony without going insane. What had been started in her before by Phil Bradley, the sight of his father fucking her mother was now beginning to renew, and she found herself watching with steadily widening detachment. She wasn't certain any longer if the naked squirming woman was her mother, or even whether the two writhing bodies on the bed were real or figments of her imagination. It felt as though they were dancing lewdly in her mind, and time and distance grew increasingly indefinable. Nothing existed in Chris' world but the scene before her, and somehow, she was growing mystically connected to them.
Her own torso began an involuntarily swaying in time to that of her mother's, as her body squirmed in lewd surrender to the pagan ritual that was as old as man itself. The muscles of her flesh were as taut as bow-strings as she unwantedly reacted to the maddening scene she was witnessing, and she jerked as a slow, twitching tendril of excitement teased her nipples, then grew in a hotly burning path down her soft, unresisting belly to tantalize thrillingly around her pubic hair. It seemed to play for a moment around her vaginal mound, and then curled down into the moist, ready slit between her thighs, gently scraping at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life. The helplessly trembling young teenage daughter jerked again at what was happening to her, what her body was doing to herself, and squeezed her legs tightly together, but she was losing the last vestiges of control which had so narrowly contrived to stop her in the theater. She watched with bated breath, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead, as her mother was being fucked within an inch of her life, and she slowly slipped from rational thought, her flesh separating from any restrictions her mind might have wished to place upon it.
She was becoming sexually excited, masochistically responding to the overwhelming, mind warping scene of fucking before her, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to halt it! She felt herself becoming involved more and more, and with a small mewl of horror, she found that her hand was creeping of its own volition down along her slippery, trembling body. Her fingers crossed the flat plan of her pulsing, rippling stomach to rest in the front crevice of her miniskirt, and then they moved under the skirt and up to gently touch the matted, honey colored curls of her moistly aching cunt. Passion was melting her loins now, flowing through her drugged veins, and her other hand raised to press hotly against one palpitating breast, making her gasp as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the hardening nipple around and around.
Her own anguished moans, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have been heard by her mother and Phil's father had they been listening. But they were too absorbed in their thrashings on the bed, incoherent in their wild abandoned tempo, and she could probably have screamed herself hoarse and not have interrupted them.
She gathered the hem of her skirt with the hand that had been on her breast, unashamed at her naked thighs and moist, pink vaginal slit that she was exposing to the same soft light as played upon the nude lovers. She rubbed her heated young pussy's wet, inflamed lips up and down, knowing that what she was doing was far, far worse than when she did it in the privacy of her bedroom, for she was masturbating while watching the salaciously adulterous fucking of her mother. But there was nothing she could do to stop herself, and continued to finger her naked cuntal valley to the time of the methodically ramming cock being buried over and over into her mother.
Suddenly, an electric shock ripped through her, making her remove her hand. Another pair of hands were slipping around her from behind, curling their fingers over her hard, tingling breasts.
"Oh!" she gasped in alarm, jerking backwards against them.
"Shh!" the voice of Phil Bradley warned from behind her. "They'll hear you, and you don't want that, do you?" he whispered in her ear, drawing her back still closer to him, pressing his already burgeoning cock into the soft yielding crevice between her buttocks.
"Phil! What-!" she squirmed in his grasp, turning around to face him with startled, horror-filled eyes. And then she saw Vince and Ginger standing only a few feet in back of him, and she hissed shrilly, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we went up to my apartment for something to drink," Phil snickered, and Vince held up a partially empty bottle of bonded bourbon in mute testimony to their success. "Dad wasn't there, see, and then I remembered him saying he was going to try and get into your mother's panties tonight while we were out, so I thought it might be fun to come back down here and see if he had."
"Jesus, he did too, didn't he?" Ginger giggled, her eyes brightly lit with the lewd scene she could witness through the still open bedroom doorway.
"Yeah, Phil's old man is really fucking the shit out of her," Vince chortled in a low, lewd whisper.
"Stop it! All of you, stop it!" she whispered shrilly. "That's my mother he's with!"
"Yeah, we know," Phil laughed with a crude chuckle, "And she looks like she's having a fine time at it!"
"Ohhhh, this is terrible," Chris groaned in shame and loathing. "And get your hands off of me this instant!" She tried to squirm free of the clutching hands on her breasts, feeling once more the numbing arousal from his touch as he ground his loins into her throbbing buttocks. She feared to say anything too loud, or make too much of a protest for fear that her mother would discover them, and that would only make the already miserable situation that much worse.
But Phil wasn't about to release his hold, and he shoved his hardened penis into her quivering thighs, pressing her skirt into the soft, trembling crevices while his hands continued their lascivious massaging of her soft, tender breasts. "Now, what are you getting so upset over? We've all been standing behind you for the last five minutes at least, watching my dad fuck your mother, and you putting your hand up under your skirt and play with your own pussy."
"Stop it, Phil! You're sick to talk that way!"
"We'll see who's sick in just a few minutes. Come on, invite us to stay, baby. Vince and Ginger, they're my friends, and we all stick together, so it's just as if we were alone, you and I."
"No! No, you'd better leave," she moaned.
"Now why would we want to do that, baby, especially since the party's just starting all over again," Phil said curtly, and he tightened his grip on her pulsing breasts, and she could feel his excited breathing in her ear as he pressed her to him.
Her stomach began to knot with the beginning ripples of fear, and her young face burned with livid embarrassment from her confusion, her mind unable to think of immediate words of clarity. She didn't want to hear any more of his horrible words, or stand the shame of them seeing her mother's lewd disgrace, and tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as she looked once more into the bedroom and saw the obscene picture of Phil's father's hard glistening penis spearing mercilessly into her mother's open and receptive cunt. She was suddenly filled with the grim dread that she too might soon be filled with cruel hard flesh if she wasn't able to fight off the boy's savage attack, for his fingers were caressing her breasts and manipulating her nipples with increased urgency, and she could tell that he was becoming increasingly excited with every passing second that he held her in his grip. Oh no! she thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible reasoning, her simple dread of a moment before giving way to that of rising panic and the first stages of sheer horror. Oh, dear God, no, it wouldn't happen to her, not in front of everybody like this! It couldn't!
She heard snickers of lewdness ripple softly from Vince and Ginger, and her stomach-clutched dread advanced to near paralyzing terror as she struggled and gaped at the three youthful marijuana stoned masks of lust. The obscene helplessness of her position coupled with the warm reminders of her previous arousal caused a strange and fluttering sensation deep in her belly. It intensified each time Phil moved his loins behind her, and she could feel his hard penis buttressing deeper into the open, unprotected crevice of her quivering, defensively clenched buttocks.
Good Lord, she had to fight him, she told herself. She shut her eyes, squirming in his tightly closing arms, every move she made making her breasts throb stronger with unwanted sensation, but she wasn't able to fight strongly enough. If she resisted, they were bound to be discovered, and the last thing she wanted to happen was for her mother to discover that she'd been spying on her, aroused to the point of masturbating while watching.
"Hey, calm down, baby," Phil said, pretending at pacifying her. "You're upset over nothing. Now, just relax and have a drink. We could set off an atom bomb out here now and they wouldn't hear us!
She shook her head as she gazed up in his pitiless dull-brown eyes, her mind struggling for the proper words of entreaty, but then Vince crossed over and thrust the bottle at her. She refused to take it, and Phil grabbed it and shoved it at her face.
"Please," she whispered, "I don't want-"
"Drink it, you stuck-up little bitch, or I'll force it down your throat!" he snarled in a low, menacing tone, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had come. He lifted her head by her hair and thrust the neck of the bottle to her lips. She clenched them tightly together in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible taste of the straight bourbon, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. Hot, burning alcohol sizzled down inside her, and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was further pressure on the narrow confines of her throat. At first, it made her sick to her stomach, but with each gradual bit, it began to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing there would be more, for the alcohol was slowly but perceptively deadening her sense of dread. A dread of what was almost certain to come.
Between her gulpings, Phil played his hands over the smooth round contours of her buttocks behind her, and in spite of the deadening effects of the liquor, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away. "God damn, you're luscious," he moaned, increasing the pressure.
"It can't be! It just can't be!" she whined, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "What... what are you planning to do!" she heard herself ask foolishly.
A wave of soft, knowing laughter came down at her for her answer, and she gaped incredulously at the mockingly grinning faces, one to the other, the evil, drunken countenances of the young men and the girl obscene with their lust.
"Get her god-damned clothes off!" Ginger hissed eagerly.
"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she gasped.
Her piteous supplications were cut short by Phil's rough hand suddenly gripping her miniskirt. There was a low tearing sound as the skirt was ripped free of her, exposing all of her firm full thighs and wetly matted vagina, still warm and moist from her earlier secretions and Phil's cum in the station wagon before.
The boy caressed the lust inciting nakedness of her inner thighs, his nostrils flaring in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her naked buttocks, momentarily delighted in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in sudden pain. And then he viciously worked at the clasp of her brassiere with trembling fingers, and it snapped apart, her young, full breasts, large and resilient, falling free.
She gasped, her nipples springing into defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the lust-crazed eyes of the others. She was wild with fear now, and even the deadening effect of the liquor failed to protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was happening to her.
She was going to be raped!
Raped by a boy who thought nothing of compassion and acted only like an animal. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate would surely be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from the door of her mother's bedroom tonight, and there was no way of turning back. The triumphantly grinning Phil's fingertips teased her naked breasts, and the hardness of his penis in the soft unresisting slit between her exposed white trembling buttocks were too much for her to bear, and all she could do was whimper helplessly as his other hand slowly, deliciously gathered up to her moistly waiting cunt.
"Ohhh, no... No, don't touch me there... "
Phil had a hard time swallowing the laugh he felt. "A fine one to tell me that," he whispered wetly. "That's where my hand was before, and where I saw you rubbing your fingers up and down. Damned right I'm going to touch you there again, and I'm going to do a lot more than that to that sweet little cherry pussy of yours."
Chris moaned and tried to pull away, using all of their strength to overcome the swirling feelings billowing up against her will deep in her belly and vagina. But suddenly, she felt the skirt reach the top of her thighs, and a cool rush of air sweep in contact with the searingly hot flesh of her soft, naked genitals. A ravishing shock rippled along her white, bare legs as the second time that night, Phil Bradley slipped a finger into the narrow, sensitive slit of her cunt, slowly inserting it through her satin, golden pubic curls and making delicious contact with the throbbing head of her clitoris.
Oh God! She wanted to scream out, but there was nothing the silently sobbing girl could do as she held it back, the unwanted pleasure of his touch rising from deep in her chest. To her horror, she found herself as before, reacting to the fantastically overwhelming desire caresses on her breast and vagina gave her. She was excessively wet between her trembling white thighs, and her hips jerked in unintentional rhythm to the teasing of her clitoris and pink, moist, hungrily demanding pussy.
Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but then he was forcing her to kneel down on all fours in front of him on the carpet, still in such a position so that she could watch her mother being fucked by his father's brutishly large penis sawing rhythmically in and out of her cunt. Unable to fight her raging emotions any longer, Chris allowed the two boys and Ginger to lustfully gaze at the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, and tender beauty of her ivory, quivering buttocks, and the pink, moist crevice with its soft pubic hair that only partially covered the now swollen, aching lips of her virginal cunt.
"Oh, God, please, Phil, let me up. No... No boy's even put his thing inside me before. Nobody!"
"As I told you before, there's a first time for everything, baby," he panted into her ear with uncontrolled passion. "See? See there on the bed? Your mother knows all about fucking. She knows what to do with a man's cock!"
Chris gaped, her attention riveted momentarily on her mother and Phil's father. Her mother's legs quivered straight up in the air and then wrapped python-like back again around his waist. Her hands slid-slowly down his body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitening from the pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, while below, her cunt flowered open in further welcoming acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk. Small piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolled from her lips, and from the man came lewd and horrible words that Chris had seldom heard except in whispers from the more daring girls at school. "See that?" Phil taunted again, loosening his own pants, his urge to fuck the little virgin beyond all control now. "See? Your mother's got her pussy so wide that Dad can fuck her right up to her belly!"
"Ohhh, dear God!" she mewled deliriously. She had seen the boy slide his pants down out of the corner of her eye, and saw his thick, hard cock in his hand like before, then felt him press his way between her legs, spreading her buttocks unmercifully. He guided his burgeoning penis forward, the thick rubbery head of his cock parting the pink fleshy lips of her expectantly quivering cunt, and she groaned as she felt the first hard pressure he made against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. She wanted to recoil in horror and fear, but she was petrified into utter subjugation by the unwanted, involuntary heat which was flowing from her sensitively aroused little cunt.
He pushed, flexing his loins forward, his hands holding her nakedly curved hips in an iron-like grip- "Uhhhhggg!" she cried out as the tip of his penis slipped past her swollen wet pussy lips, stretching cruelly the soft resilient passage until she felt as though her thighs were splitting wide apart from the almost unbearable pressure. "Uhhhgggg!"
"Shut up, baby." Phil whispered in a soft, crazed voice. "Christ, they'll hear you if you shout like that!"
"But it hurts!" she murmured pityingly. "You're hurting me!"
Suddenly Lou Bradley raised up on his arms and frowned. "You hear something, Angie?" he asked, holding Chris' mother tightly to him by the long shaft of his cock.
Chris and Phil froze in their lewd position, not daring to breathe.
Then the anguished mother sobbed: "No, no but I don't care any more. Not now, not after what you've already done. Hurry up and finish me," she gasped, arching upwards. "You wanted me so badly that you raped me. Well fuck me now, Lou, fuck me in my damned cunt... Oh Lord, that's it, that's the way! Ohhhh God, you feel so wonderful inside me, you bastard!"
Phil Bradley, seeing the danger of discovery was past, drove heavily into the tight virginal cunt of the young, helplessly kneeling girl, spearing up into her open belly without tenderness or regard, ripping through her hymen as though it was a piece of fragile tissue paper. His plunging cock slid into her tender cuntal passage with a roaring fury, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her walls in pulsing waves before it. There was no stopping him now, not until with a loud slap of his testicles against the underside of her upraised vagina, he had buried all of his hot, fleshy erection deep up inside her tightly imprisoned body.
He lay unmoving for a moment, his face contorted in a grimace of sheer, raw triumph at the debauching sight of her firm white buttocks helpless and impaled beneath him, the entire length of his young hard cock sunk lewdly into the tight, wet sheath of her warm, painfully stretched pussy. Chris felt an agony like burning coals alive in her belly, and her soft, sensitive flesh was one mass of living hell-fire from the explosion of his attack. She was shocked insensate, and stayed quiet with him, unable to stir for fear of discovery by her mother and the greater pain it would cause her. Silence, save for the moanings on the bed and her labored breathing was all that hung in the air.
And then he flexed his throbbing, iron-hard shaft inside her, and the length and breadth of her penetrated vagina jerked with spasming torment.
"Nnnnngggg!" she moaned through desperately clenched teeth. "God, oh God, it hurts!" Then Phil started a slow rocking motion between her thighs, and she spread her legs out wider in an effort to relieve some of the agony, flexing and unflexing her inner thighs and buttocks as he slid in and out of the moist, wet hole of her hopelessly invaded cunt. She wriggled and undulated, hoping to find some way of withstanding the screaming pain which was lancing up from the shattered remains of her virginity, wondering through the haze of her anguish how she could have ever considered for one second doing voluntarily what Phil was doing to her.
But gradually, as he worked his long, thickly glistening penis slowly around in her agonized cunt, the original pain subsided, and her vaginal lips and passage grew a little more accustomed to his penetration, her pink, hair-lined flesh stretching so that his rhythmic entry was easier. In the place of the horrible torture, came the tiny lewd tendrils of desire again, curling up from where she had been so savagely assaulted, and without realizing it at first, she burst out in a warm sweat and her body began to twist and buck. She found that to her surprise she was responding by arching back against his loins as if she was demanding more of his cock, more and with longer, harder strokes.
Phil, sensing her turn, complied feverishly, moving above her and cupping each of her rotating buttocks with his hands, drawing his prick nearly out of the young teenager's tightly clasping pussy on the backstroke, and plunging forward again until she felt his balls slap harshly against the wide-splayed flesh of her cuntal crevice. She slavered her tongue hotly around her lips, low humms of velvety pleasure emitting from her throat instead of tormented cries, and she began to fervently understand the delights of sexual attraction. There was no longer the slightest thought of resistance, and she surrendered herself to the delicious sensation of kneeling slavishly before this boy, while glassy-eyed she raised her head and stared smiling at her mother.
She and her mother were both being fucked by men, being fucked by a father and his son, and loving it, wanting it... if innately responding to her daughter, Angie squirmed on the bed in lewd throes of passion beneath Lou Bradley's wildly spearing cock. Chris' own enrapturement from the penis pumping madly into her uptilted vagina was heightened as she watched with complete absorption as her mother spread her legs wider, and her boyfriend's father's hand moved teasingly beneath her undulating buttocks. She could see the tip of Bradley's finger tantalizingly circle the puckered ring of her mother's anus, and then suddenly slip through the protective fleshy sphincter ring and disappear in her rectum. It was like Phil's cock bursting through her own hymen seconds before, she thought dreamily, and she listened to the long, tortured wail coming from her mother, and watched her legs kick out in the air again and her toes curl. But then with a sigh of contentment, the pain eased, just as it had for Chris, and she locked her legs back up behind his back, and ground with her vagina and anus hungrily against both of his probing members.
The teenage girl's cunt seemed to open in greedy supplication now, swallowing the whole of Phil's penis as he plunged it mercilessly to her core, and as he quickened his thrustings, hot pulsating shocks of excitement made her thrash wildly on the carpet. She opened the plane of her crotch as wide as she could to the pile-driving poundings of his loins, and left his hands as they ran over her like the licking flames of a fire. His body was hot friction against hers, and she knew at last why her mother and Ginger, and yes, even the girl in the movie, were so eager for sex. This was it! This is what she'd been denying herself, but for no reason she could find acceptable any more. This was so good... how could any feeling this wonderful be wrong? It was too gooodddd...
"Ohhhh, yes, Phil," she said deliriously. "Ohhh, yes!"
"Tell me better," he hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want!"
"Ohhhh... Do it to me! I never thought anything could be this wonderful! Do it to me!"
"Say it the right way!" he commanded impatiently. "Tell me you like me fucking you!"
"Ohhhh, God, I... I like you f-fucking me," she whispered, but then he levered forward again, and she cried out passionately, "Ohhh yeeesss! Like that! Fuck my hot little cunt!"
She didn't care if her mother or Phil's father heard her, not any longer, not with the crazy mixture of passion, desire, and lust running rampant through her greedily writhing body. She didn't care about anything or anybody-except for the boy's raging, surging young cock.
"I figured you'd like to get fucked all the time once you had your first taste of it," he gloated down over her nakedly hollowing buttocks.
"Oh, yes! Yes, you can fuck me, Phil... You can fuck my any time you want! Ohhh, this is wonderful!" She was willing to agree to anything so long as he wouldn't stop the delicious strokings of his hardened cock into her newly-awakened pussy. She was shocked to hear what her own traitorous lips were saying, but the only thing which mattered for her desire-maddened mind and body was to be fucked... to be fucked and cum, to reach that apex of ecstasy deep within her belly and loins.
"That's my hot little bitch!" Phil panted and he surged forward still harder, and her whole being became enveloped in the pressing lusts of the flesh. She looked up again, sucking in the hot air her aching lungs required, panting with sexual frenzy, catching in her fevered gaze the thick pummeling cock of Phil's father as it fused with her mother's hungrily sucking cunt, sinking far into her open vaginal lips as his balls bounced with a flat, rhythmic sound off of her wide-stretched, nakedly squirming buttocks. And the lascivious sight only spurred the lovely young daughter on, for she felt a new kinship with her mother, and knew now what made the difference between being a child and a woman.
"Fuck... Fuck me... " she moaned. "Cum... Cum in me, Phil... "
"I will!" he groaned in reply. "I will! Fuck back harder, baby! I'm... I'm almost there! Fuck harder!"
She panted and writhed, then heard him suck in his breath just as a long, guttural wail came bursting from the grimacing lips of his father on top of her mother. She saw Mr. Bradley shudder and quicken his pumpings, jerking his loins as she cried out in abandoned release. Behind her, Phil's penis, like a huge unrelenting animal, suddenly expanded and throbbed, and she held her breath, bracing herself. Her first male cum! The first time a boy had emptied his balls into her belly! She knew in an illogical flash of thought that it wouldn't be the last time... and then his cock bulged with his hot white fluid, and she could feel the semen rush up the underside of his penis and splash deep up inside her thirstily accepting pussy, causing the warm smooth flesh of her cuntal walls to pulse in time to the rhythmical spurts.
She shivered uncontrollably and reacted with delirious joy. "Ohhhh, Phil... Ohhhh, shoot it all the way up into my belly!" Then her cries were abruptly cut off as she arched her buttocks back against him and clenched her greedy young cunt lips hungrily at his cock as it continued to erupt deep up inside her womb, her own orgasmic juices mingling with his sperm and overflowing inside her eagerly milking channel. The overflow surged from her hungrily gripping vaginal lips and ran hotly down her thighs and buttocks, and she felt completely void of all normal emotion as the paralyzing orgasm covered her like a warm blanket, deadening her nerves until she couldn't feel anything but one huge miraculous delight.
As even as she bucked and undulated against the wildly fucking boy, feeling his cock still pump out his hot thick sperm and her quivering vaginal walls soak up his juices in an impossible dream of sensation, she heard her mother scream out her own climax.
The cry turned into a low, unearthly gurgle as her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep into her belly. At the same time, Phil's father groaned above her and ground down hard inside her vagina, his thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb its white, milky sperm deep into the mother's visibly quivering loins. The rich creamy fluid filled her hungrily demanding pussy, and white rivulets of sperm flowed from the moist, hot swollen lips of her throbbing vaginal slit to stream down the wide pink slit and pool around her still jerking buttocks on the bed covers below. The couple spasmed nakedly up against one another for a moment longer, and then lay still.
Chris stared with dulled, waxy eyes, and her legs refused to support her any longer, acting as though made of rubber, and splaying obscenely back on either side of the boy's still heaving body. Her flesh was beaten, bruised, and satiated, and a temporarily flickering remembrance of shame and humiliation returned to her, only to fade away as she sighed dreamily, lost in her newly discovered world of sensuality. She could never return to her old naive, virginal ways, not now with her first experience with sex, but she had to admit that she'd traded her innocence for something better, for a more enriching life, and now she truly knew the difference between a child and a woman...
Exhausted, feeling herself soiled but pleasantly euphoric with tingling sensations, she rolled over and sighed again-and then her eyes happened to glance across to the open door of the bedroom.
Suddenly her eyes flew open all the way, as with startled clarity, sanity returned to her and she realized who she was and where she was and who was pulling his thick, sperm drained cock from between her nakedly open cunt lips. A greater guilt surged through her in that one split second of comprehension, she recognized the naked woman standing horrified in the doorway, the back of her hand tightly clenched to her mouth, her eyes as big as dinner plates.
Chris tottered upright, unmindful that all of her own naked, sweat drenched body was in the light of the bedroom lamps, and the mingling of Phil's cum and her own orgasmic secretions were glistening like some lewd paint on her flushed, trembling skin. She could only stare back at the woman in utter mortification. "Oh God, Mother!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Chris!"
Angie Marlowe's heart leaped wretchedly in her constricted chest, and she began to shake uncontrollably, cringing from the lewd, unbelievable sight before her. "Oh God, no! Chris!"
It couldn't be her daughter, her darling, lovely young child. But God, it was, and she mewled with total horror and anguish, unable to tear her eyes from young, firm body. She recoiled in loathing at the gleaming sight of the thin white cum which coated the blonde, matted pubic hair and shone wetly in the bedroom's light on the tender, soft pink flesh of her inner thighs, and wanted to cry out in torment and grief as she saw more lewd white semen seeping from her open vaginal lips as her child choked and sputtered for words.
"M-Mother... " Little Chris' jaw moved up and down abjectly, soundlessly as she locked her frightened eyes on her mother's face, unable to think of the words in the blurring shock of having been found like this. She staggered to her bare feet, and nakedly started across the carpet, tears of humiliation and shame washing down her young cheeks that were blanched a chalky white.
"F-Forgive me, Mother," Chris managed to stammer. "Please, please don't hate me."
"I'm the one who must be forgiven darling," Angie wept openly. "You... you saw Phil's father making love to me, and you were only trying to get back at my betrayal. of your father. I'm so ashamed!" Her words were a choking, almost unintelligible moan of agony. "Ohhhh, this is all my fault!"
"No... No, Mother... "
The lovely teenager looked at her mother with trembling humiliation, at her smooth, fresh skin flushed a rosy hue from her sexual excitement, and her scarlet tipped nipples and her full, round white breasts heaved with the gasping breaths she tried to suck into her lungs. Then she looked lower, over the flatness of her belly, and down to the soft pubic mound nestling between her quivering thighs, and at the swollen inflamed red vaginal slit, and her well fucked, sperm covered vagina.
"No," she repeated in a low, choking voice. "I... I saw you and Mr. Bradley, that's true... But I was excited by it, so excited that I let Phil d-do it to me while we both watched you on the bed. I-I want to be fucked, and if you hadn't found me, I would have probably let him fuck me again and again, as many times as he wanted to."
Angie swallowed hard, her shame-parched throat spasming with guilt. She didn't see or hear anybody else in the room other than her daughter, her mind only intent upon her as the lewd confession struck fire in her and sent her stomach churning into a convulsive knot.
"You... you can't mean that, darling. You're young, w-with no experience, but I... I should have known better. Ohhh, I'm not fit to be your mother, Chris, I'm not fit to live!"
"Then-Then neither am I," Chris said softly.
"Ohhh, Chris!" her mother mewled, and unable to stand her grief a moment longer, she rushed to her child and hugged her in her arms. "I love you so much!"
"And... and I love you, Mother." She held onto her, clinging as if for her very life's support, her face pressed to her throbbing breasts.
Lou Bradley had been watching this incredulously at first, but now with lewd, corrupt cynicism. He viewed the temptingly lovely girl as tenderly Angie cradled her head to her breast, and he was becoming more aroused by the naked, excitingly innocent body of the teenager with every passing second. He rubbed his sweating hand up and down the bare skin of his muscular sides, his eye burning holes of lust and desire through the two sensual women who were pressed tightly together in a naked embrace.
"Touching little scene, isn't it, Son?" he smiled callously.
Phil glanced at his father and broke out in a knowing grin. "A real tear-jerker, Dad. They ought to be on television.
Ginger and Vince, feeling sudden relief at the fact that they were safe, snickered at the joke appreciatively.
Angie looked around at the man who had taken her so roughly and made her into a quivering mass of inhuman flesh under his driving cock, and her cheeks flared red with indignation and rage. "You... you beast! It's as much your fault as mine! Get out! All of you leave us alone!" Then she said softly to Chris: "Come on, darling. Get your clothes on and well talk things over. Well work something out, don't worry."
"Yes, Mother... "
"Not so fast, Angie, baby," Bradley snapped harshly. "We're not leaving yet, not by a long shot. I'm not through with you."
"Oh God!" she gasped, a ghostly tremor rippling over her skin as she stared wildly into the man's eyes, clearly seeing what lewdly degrading ideas were behind his harsh, brutal command. "Oh God, you're .. You're worse than I could have dreamed! If you try to keep us here, I'll call the police! I swear I will!"
"I don't think you'd be that foolish, Angie," he sneered contemptuously. "If you did, then everybody would know that you're Mrs. Marlowe, the adulterer! You think anybody would believe you after they find out about what went on between us, or between your daughter and my son? And I've got' two witnesses right here," he waved a hand in the direction of Vince and Ginger, "who'll back up any story I might wish to tell."
Angie's mind whirled from the humiliation of listening to this coldly depraved man while he uttered still more contemptuous words. "I've got a good mind to tell everything anyway. I could very easily, and if you think your escapade with me is upsetting to you now, how would you like your husband to find out about you and your daughter? How you both wanted me and my son to fuck you over and over, until you were cumming out of every pore of your body? What would happen to your marriage and family then?"
"You-you wouldn't tell him!" she groaned, stumbling back and dropping her arms from Chris, her nerves suddenly shattered.
"Not if you're nice to me, my dear. We're both adults, aren't we? I'm sure that if you try hard, you can figure out how much my silence is worth."
"Blackmail!" the horrified mother cried out. "Money... you want money?" she babbled frantically. "How... how much?"
"I don't want your money," Bradley spat with a derisive smirk. "No, there are other goodies that you and your daughter have that are better, considering the secret which you want kept about the two of you."
Angie shook desperately,. gaping at the evil, cruelly sneering man. It took a long moment for her to get hold of her thoughts, her mind a seething torrent of agony and despair. He wanted her again. He wanted to debase and humiliate her more than he'd done before, and what could she do to stop it? He was forcing her to submit to whatever he wanted to do to her in exchange for saving her marriage and the reputation of her child. She would, for Chris' sake, but she became nauseated as she imagined the degrading sensation of this handsome but bestial man's cock buried deep up inside her defenseless vagina again. She knew that she would almost die from the humiliation of it all.
"Oh God," she moaned and fell back another step, her whole body trembling, her nude flesh breaking out in a cold sweat of goose-bumps. "I can't make love to someone whose not my husband again. I just can't!"
"Yes, you can," Bradley coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked them. "And you will, if not for yourself, then for your daughter's sake. You're going to get fucked and fucked good, or otherwise well ruin you forever!"
Angie had to face the stark, cold fact that there was no other choice if she wanted him to always keep what she and Chris had done a deep secret from her husband, and if she didn't do what he was so lewdly demanding, she knew that she would lose Dave and be castigated beyond belief. Her hips and rounded buttocks flinched from the searing expectation of the cruel man's penis sliding between them again, and she felt close to losing her mind to the horrible reality of the situation. She hung her head in whimpering surrender, not knowing what to do or say.
"Ahh, I see that you've come around to your senses, my dear," Phil's father grinned sadistically. "All right, you and your daughter go into the bedroom. Well be right behind, all of us for all of you!
Angie suddenly turned on him, anger flaming from her hurt, anguished eyes. "No! I'll go in there with you, and do whatever you want! But leave my child out of this! She's only fifteen! Can't you see that she's been through enough already?"
"The hell she has," he snarled in return. "Hell, she's standing there with nothing on, her titties hot with excitement and her cunt still wet with cum, and she's just begging to be fucked again!"
"No! I'll never let you near her! Even if it means ruining my marriage, I won't!"
"It'll be her ruin as well as yours if she doesn't!" he bellowed, his cock now hard and erectly pointing from his loins in a lewd display of frenzied incontinence. "I swear if you two don't do exactly what I want, I'll go to that prig of a husband and tell him everything!"
"He... he will, Mother," Chris said in a moaning whimper. "He'd tell him without hesitation, I know he would just to get back at us. We've... got to do what he wants, and if you're willing to save me, then I... I can do the same for you." She tilted her chin up, trying to show the pride and defiance her tender quivering heart didn't feel, and felt her delicately smooth skin prickle with the horror and revulsion of her surrender. But she was no better than her mother, not after all that had happened, and since she'd partially caused this hell they were in, it was only right she should share in the punishment as well. "We'll see it through together," she added in a soft whisper, "even if it kills us both."
Through hazed eyes, Angie watched her child lead her into the bedroom, her sperm-drenched, young blonde pubic hair visible with every undulation of her hips. Then, when the victoriously smiling Lou Bradley, his son, and the young Vince and Ginger were all in with them, crowding around with lascivious grins on their faces, they were commanded to climb on the semen stained covers and lie down.
The depraved man who stood naked with his pulsing cock pointing straight at them, fingered his heavy, swollen sac of testicles. "All right, you hot-assed beauties," he breathed callously. "It's going to be mother-daughter time for awhile. And for openers, you Chris... finger fuck that sweet tight cunt of yours. Let me see you get it all hot like I saw your mother do."
Angie gasped in shame and horror at the salacious demand, never having heard of such lewd abandonment of modesty. She saw her daughter slowly slide down so that she was lying flat on the bed, and then tremblingly spread-eagle her legs so that all of her young, moist, blonde-fringed cunt was in full view of her and the others, she realized in a blinding flash that Chris was no longer a child. She was a physically complete woman, and could respond to all of the sexual sensations that her body could offer her, and Angie wept again at the tragic way her daughter was being introduced to the world of sensual delights.
"Chris... my darling, my love... " she moaned.
"It's... It's all right now, Mother, because we have to do it." Chris responded with a mewl of undisguised misery. She placed one hand around her mother in a comforting gesture of support. "Just keep remembering what it would do to Dad if he ever discovered... that... that you let another man fuck you."
"And damned if he won't find out if you don't do what I say," Bradley sneered. "Start fingerfucking yourself!"
The lovely nude teenager groaned, and parted her thighs and rotated her bare buttocks deep down on the bed, her other hand moving up and down with soft, tantalizing strokes, encircling the satin curls and swollen pink valley of her vaginal lips. Angie tried to avert her eyes from the licentious sight of the undulating hips and the tender agitating of her throbbing cuntal slit, but her gaze only returned, drawn by the very helplessness of it all. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her stomach a thousand butterflies, for there was a strange, perverted attraction for the young child's wetly shining pubic hair and smooth, unblemished flesh which made her cringe and want to pull away, and yet lean closer at the same time.
"How's it feel, baby?" Phil called out in panting delight.
"Ohhhhh," Chris moaned in return, her tiny eyes clenched tightly shut, and her lips bared back over her teeth.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Ginger taunted. "Come on, admit it!"
"Yesss, yesss," the already slightly writhing young girl groaned. "My finger does feel good... "
She revolved her fingers in the slightly moistened furrow of her pussy, bending her legs slightly to allow her hand greater access as she massaged her cuntal slit with perverted excitement. Tears of frustration and confusion squeezed between her tight-closed eye lids, for it was true, there was a weird, terrifying wetness building between her inner thighs. Her obscene helplessness, the grim realization that there was no escape, the alcohol and marijuana and her total capitulation to Phil's virile young cock... they all blended into a weird, masochistic surrender of her senses now. Dear God! She mustn't succumb to the betrayal of her body in front of all these nakedly watching people as she had before! She mustn't! But with each silky jolt of her sliding, tickling fingers, she realized that her own hips were unconsciously starting to grind harder with excitement, and that her breasts and vagina was beginning to ache immorally. Her flesh grew hotter and redder with sensation, her breasts rose and fell more rapidly in unwanted yet uncontrollable reaction, and she leaned against her mother's rigid shoulder. "Ooooohhhh," she sighed through her teeth.
"That's it! That's it!" Lou Bradley cried out in encouragement.
"More!" the equally excited Vince demanded. "Touch your mother's pussy now!"
Angie shuddered, almost beside herself with the tensions which tore through her flesh. Her eyes glazed as she looked at the lewd manipulations of her daughter's cunt, and heard the short, labored gaspings as she twisted down against the mattress and fought to quench the fire that was beginning to heat her loins unmercifully. She groaned as she heard the lust-enticing entreaties of the crowd around them, and the trembling, scared young housewife pressed her thighs tightly together, pushing her fists into the base of her nakedly rippling stomach in a determined effort to resist what was being forced upon the two of them so cruelly.
And then Chris' fingers slowly wormed their way down over the quivering flesh of her belly and over her white, trembling hips to her bare legs. The girl 'stroked her upper leg and tickled the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and Angie couldn't help but gasp, finding that against her will, her muscles were responding with tiny, wrenching spasms. She desperately tried to tear her mind from the binding forces of her nature, but more tantalizing sensations crawled through her fevered veins and up from her loins to swell her breasts into greater hardness. She found it almost impossible to lie still.
"No... " he breathed huskily. "You mustn't, darling. You mustn't!" She was now desperately fighting herself as much as her daughter. 'This is wrong!"
"We have no choice, Mother," Chris replied thickly. "Keep thinking that we're doing this to save Daddy and our family. It's not so hard to accept then." She grazed the satin-soft skin, feeling the curly down of her pubic hair and the rounded protuberance of pink vaginal lips. She slid her finger up and down the slowly widening slit much in the same manner that she was fingering her own wetly pulsing cunt.
"Christ! She's really enjoying it!" Phil groaned excitedly as he watched.
"They both are, Son," his father panted. "Look at them, look at the juices wetting their hot little pussy lips, and the way they're beginning to squirm their asses."
Angie's face grew crimson red. Ohhhh, it's true, she thought in abject shame and humiliation. I can't seem to control myself no matter how much I try... I must be sick... Miserably she trembled, hating every moment that she was feeling the slow, ever-building tendrils of ecstasy grow in her flesh. She shivered violently and now tears ran from her eyes unhampered, and she increasingly writhed on the bed covers, her body reacting to the lewd manipulations more and more abandonedly. Slowly she turned her head toward her daughter, who was still cradling her face in her near shoulder, and opened her mouth so that she could breathe better. She tasted the soft tender skin of the young cheek next to her, and an almost uncontrollable desire rippled through her, thrilling her open genitals and inner womb.
"Kiss her breasts, Chris!" Phil ordered. "Suck her tits just like you did when you were a baby! Ohhh, this is too good to believe!"
The teenage girl pressed her fingers deeper into her own and her mother's cunt, and then with a soft piteous mewl, she opened her lips into a questing oval kiss and sucked the ribbed bud of one hardening red nipple, bringing it deep into her salivating mouth. Her tender soft wet lips suckled it frantically, and Angie's whole breast throbbed in wracking response. She nipped with her teeth and felt the aching flesh pulse, and then she curled her tongue around the inflamed nipple, around and around in a wet licking trail.
Angie was helpless to do anything except squirm and moan in growing delight. She let the sensations roll unimpeded through her writhing belly, her breasts shuddering with an uncontrollable arousal, the tender lips and tongue on her hard, trembling nipple were almost too much to bear. She groaned and whimpered from the intensifying stabs of pleasure which cascaded from the tingling pink flesh of her inner thighs as Chris' fingers rubbed up and down the widening crevice and teased the moistly pulsating slit. She gasped as she felt first one, and then two, slender young fingers slide into the wetly dilated hole of her cunt, and she fell back limply on the mattress to lie prostrate and spread-legged, soft gurglings coming from her throat. Her excited hips rotated in tiny, lewdly demanding circles and then arched upwards of their own volition, her mind unable to control them as they greedily begged for more from the teasingly fingering hand. "Now both of you, kiss each other. Make love, you two! Make god-damned good love!" Lou Bradley drooled from his uncontrolled lust as he watched with the others the mutually aroused mother and daughter.
Angie felt the magic fingers suddenly pull from her openly pulsating vagina, and she opened her eyes again, wildly stimulated by the sheer lewdness of his command. She moaned as her eyes feasted on the moistly matted blonde-haired pussy beside her, and unwantedly, saliva formed in her mouth as she gazed enraptured at the beautiful young firm breasts. She couldn't find the strength to protest as her young daughter slid on top of her, pushing her down on the mattress and spreading her thighs wide. She could only quiver with lewd trepidation and forbidden expectation, and keep telling herself this was for Dave... for Dave and Chris, and she was not receiving any pleasure from it at all...
"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Ginger prompted, her own hand once more fondling her genitals in openly lewd excitement.
"Yes, Mother... Kiss me... " Chris whispered seductively, her head leaning over and her nostrils breathing heavy, hot air on Angie.
Angie stiffened as the warm lips of her darling child closed over hers. There was a feeling that to kiss back would make what was happening all the more obscene, as if she was responding sexually to this perverted lesbianism, and not simply surrendering to the revoltingly lewd demands that had been forced upon her. But Chris had her band cradling her head now, and after a moment of hesitation, she felt a surge of affection and love and opened her lips and darted her tongue into the other's mouth in a lover's kiss that fused their lips together hotly. Chris found that she responded with all the passion she would have saved for a husband, savoring the warm excited saliva from her mother's mouth, and only conscious now of the building passions that the french kisses were causing to her already trembling being. The wild abandonment to her physical senses made her head spin, and her blood raced through her with a delightfully hot fire that burned in her cunt and breasts and mouth. Her flesh twitched and rippled, and greater than ever was her total surrender to the horrible situation and her own rising passions.
"Now, move around, little girl," the achingly aroused father ordered. His breath came in short puffs as he panted with his excitement. "Move around and kiss your mother's cunt!"
The bed shifted just as the lewdly salacious words filtered through to Angie, and before she could react to the utter vileness of his wishes, she realized that Chris had moved. She groaned as soft hands feathered over her heated skin, and her whole torso quivered as once again the young girl sucked and kissed her throbbing breasts with her hot, wet lips. Then the bed sagged again, and the long, slender body of the beautiful teenager was stretched out full beside her, and to her horror, Chris had moved so that her face was now near her trembling, wet pussy! And in turn, her own throbbing young cunt was offered at face level to her greedily devouring eyes!
"No!" she moaned, whipping her head back and forth in abject torment. "No... don't do such a horrible thing, darling!"
But even as the sordidness of her position raced through her agonized mind, she was once more quivering under long, fevered kisses that Chris was planting on her burning flesh down around her naked belly and upper thighs. Her passion-flooded vagina tingled with a renewed surging heat, swelling and expanding the inner walls and outer lips with hot passion. Her mind whirled as her daughter caressed her lower body with soft, feather-light fingers and lips, but she pulled together enough strength to resist the perverted invasion, clenching her thighs tightly together and locking her ankles one over the other. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed until this evening, and then only under the inhuman force of Lou Bradley as he had unmercifully attacked her. The whole idea of mouths to genitals was sickening to her.
"Stop it, darling!" she pleaded pitifully. "Ohhh, you must stop this. Ohhhh, God in heaven... "
"We've got no other choice," Chris replied softly, urgently. "Just keep telling yourself it's for Daddy and the family."
"I don't care what you tell yourselves," Phil's father roared with his frustrated excitement. "Do it!
Spread those legs of yours, Angie, and let your kid suck your cunt!"
Angie moaned with the despicability of the contemptuous words that were spat at her, and she hesitated, sensing deep in her soul that if she allowed this to happen, there would be no further halting her total capitulation. But then she envisioned the horror of what would happen if she didn't and Bradley told her husband the whole, sordid truth about her and Chris, and she quiveringly spread her legs apart, knowing that there was no alternative. She ground her tautly clenched buttocks deeply into the bed as Chris touched the sensitive pink flesh with her fingers again. She turned her head to one side and her eyes were almost in line with the young, blonde pubic hair, and the swollen moist vaginal lips that peeked deliciously from behind the softly matted covering. As if sensing that her mother was looking a her pussy, Chris raised her upper leg, bending it so that the full loveliness of her young, already sperm-flooded cunt was exposed for her...
Angie had never considered another woman's vagina as especially esthetic... but as her daughter's hot young breath swept across her own down between her thighs, the lewdly entrancing sight before her face grew with qualities of sheer beauty. She tentatively brushed her fingers over the soft, trembling stomach and saw that it made Chris writhe and moan excitedly, and she saw little droplets of clear lubricating fluid moisten the coral edges of her golden-fleeced pussy like dewdrops on a rose petal. Her skin felt so warm and smooth to touch, and she allowed her hands more freedom as she was caught up in her own obscenely rising sensations, playing her fingers up and down the young curvaceous body and circling the slim, firm thighs and buttocks, though unable yet to dip into the pulsating crest of pubic fleece sprinkled over the widened, nakedly glistening slit.
Then a sudden, spasming electric shock burst through her, and her breath choked in her hotly constricted throat. Chris was kissing her stomach, snaking a tongue along the upper reaches of her pubic hair! She quivered as she felt the overwhelmingly sensual contact of the pliant, tenderly moist lips moving lower, through the triangle of her pussy, and then she heard a muffled sob just before her daughter bent down and kissed the tingling bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris. Uncontrollable delight surged through her, causing her buttocks to arch off the bed in automatic response for more, and she wasn't able to suppress the tremendously exciting sensations that billowed up from her loins and through her quaking flesh as molten swaths were licked all the way along her pink cunt lips, right down to the wetly swollen opening of her vagina. It was too much to deny, and there was nothing she could do as her aroused passions over-rode all thoughts of right or wrong, the small wet tongue and lips on her greedily hungry flesh swiftly sweeping her full of mind-blanking ecstasy.
Chris felt her mother respond in full sensual abandonment, and that spurred her on. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through her as she dwelled on what she was doing, but they were shattered by the inundation of her own burgeoning desires. She clutched her tanned buttocks with grasping fingers, and with almost spastic need, she tangled her increasingly voracious mouth into the golden fleece of pubic hair, tasting the delicious piquancy of her cuntal flesh and aroused secretions.
"Kiss her back, Angie!" Lou Bradley commanded. "Suck your daughter's pussy too! Oh Christ, this is fantastic!"
"I can't... I can't... Angie's tortured mind screamed, and she quivered all over the entire length of her body as shuddered from his incredibly vile command. But she couldn't seem to stop herself, even as her brain told her not to, and she pressed her tongue and lips into the soft cleft of her daughter's tender young cunt. She burrowed her head slavishly between the softly trembling thighs as she surrendered this last vestige of her defiance, and smelled the delightful aroma of the female genitals that wafted from Chris' heated loins. Her own pussy ached with the twin devils of the mouthings upon it and the increasing excitement of her own lewd actions.
"Ohhhhh, Mother! That feels so gooood!" she heard in a tiny, muffled voice. "Ohhhhh!"
She sucked hungrily now, teasing the excitedly throbbing little clitoris as Chris was doing to her, salivating as never before as she tongued and kissed wantonly the pink, wetly throbbing flesh. And all the while, Chris was busily sucking and licking the tender confines of her wet, side-turned pussy, making her insides ready to explode. She thrust harder, losing herself in the sensations shooting through her every fiber, her every inch of smooth white skin on fire.
The walls of her vagina grasped at the invading tongue and her clitoris trembled from the driving lips and teeth. The muscles of her abdomen palpitated uncontrollably against the torture of her now totally untamed arousal, and she gasped and writhed as she strove with utter unleashed abandonment to bring her darling child to the same orgasmic completion that she could feel she herself was spiraling toward. And in return, Chris surged against the warmly grinding loins of her mother, pushing her face deeper into the wet, delicious cunt so she could tongue with longer, hotter thrusts. Yes... Yes this was wonderful... It was delightfully wonderful... and she felt herself nearing her climax. Ohhhhhh, Mother dear, I love you... I love you... don't stop...
"Jesus, they're about to cum!" Phil Bradley gasped in salacious wonderment. "Look at them go!"
"Yeah, we can't let them cum yet, Son," his father smiled beside him. "Come on, it's time for us to join in!" His eyes flashed excitedly, and he peeled his penis back and forth slowly, feeling its blood-engorged shaft throb with heated expectation in his hand. "Fuck her, mother, if you want. Me... I want some of your sweet young girlfriend's hot cunt!"
"Ohhhhh, right, Dad!" Phil intoned frantically. He came to where the smoothly rounded buttocks of the older woman waved and undulated around her blonde child's demandingly hungry mouth, and after a moment of lewdly staring hesitation, he was suddenly consumed by the desire to fuck her... to fuck his girlfriend's mother... Fuck her hard and deep, just like his father had.
Angie felt the bed give beneath his weight as he crawled over to her. She cringed automatically, though she knew deep in her soul that there was nothing more for her to fear except death itself. They had forced her to the lowest forms of depravity, and her will had been so totally destroyed that she was smoldering with sexual excitement. Her senses had been stripped to their basic animal-like core, and with her daughter's madly arousing lips and mouth on her cunt, and her own greedy response, she had been turned into as much of an animal as any of the others in this room.
She felt her body shiver as the young boy's hands moved down over her soft rounded buttocks, pushing her away from the lovely moist tongue that had just been burrowing so hotly into it. She could hear Lou's son breathing heavily, and when he nudged her hips, she moved over without resistance. "Ahhhh," she murmured as his hands ran in a long slow caress over her naked, trembling breasts, making them harden slightly, and her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in small tiny circles, gently pressuring apart her thighs so that he could see the soft tender vaginal slit which was swollen and wet with saliva and the wetly glistening secretions of her arousal, and he thought about bending over and tongue-fucking her there a moment as Chris had, but decided against it. He continued to kneel beside her, knowing that everybody else was breathless watching the two of them, and his cock throbbed with warm urgency, a shiver of warm rippling sensation at being the center of such lewdness running up the nerves of his naked back. His hands reverently caressed over her breasts, her flat, warmly trembling belly, her thighs up and down over her unprotected nudity, bringing forth small mewls of pleasure from her tightly clenched teeth. His passion was increased as he watched her gasping and quivering, and then her smoky eyes as she opened them and stared up at him mindlessly.
"Ohhhhh... " her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oh, God, oh God... Fuck me, Phil, fuck meeee pleassse!"
Her passion spurred his own, and he couldn't stand it another minute. He moved over, slithering on top of her warm, soft, tanned body like a protective blanket, and he could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him. He reached down his sides with both hands and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of her hips until the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented to his cock and the eyes of the others in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and guide his cock inside her cunt but at the last second he stopped.
He wanted with all his soul to shove his cock down in between her full red pussy lips that were still moist and wet from her daughter's tonguing, and he shuddered as he felt her lay suffering under him in unfulfilled desire. But he strained for all that he was worth against his all-consuming fury to impale her instantaneously like a ravished goddess on a stake. There was too much that he hadn't tasted of her and he wanted it all. He wanted to show his friends and especially Chris that he could break her mother down to a wet, pulsing mass of inhuman flesh, and wring from her all the admission of surrender that she'd given his father earlier.
He looked down at her large firm breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her parted lips. They excited him and he had to have them in some lewd way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs, and gently placed his throbbing hard cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm tit flesh enclosed it on both sides. He pressed them together hard until the nipples met at the top, and then began a slow rocking motion, thrusting his whole blood-engorged shaft through the warm, flaccid channel until the head of his cock appeared at the far end of the firm, white rounded tits and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched.
It was electrifying to her!
Her eyes flickered shut, but then opened and gazed unseeing up into the grinning boy's face, a thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her mouth hung limply open, crooning softly in the dim light of the room. Her hips and buttocks writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control now, and Phil sensed that nothing he did would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging unmercifully down below in her widespread vagina. And... there was one more thing he wanted to do to her before he fucked her senseless.
He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and his long glistening cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her passion-glazed eyes a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mound of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give what was left of her mind time to adjust to the change in position, wanting the spell she was under to remain unbroken and to keep her half insane with desire.
He placed both his hands softly down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the pulsing head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he heard his girlfriend, Chris, beside him gasp, and felt the soft lipsticked surfaces of her mother's lips brush gently against the sensitive skin of his hotly pulsating cock-head. Her mouth closed at the first touch, and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest... but none came.
Instead, Chris' mother's lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. He watched with unbelieving eyes, caught by surprise as the others were, as with a slight groan from her throat, the tightly rounded ovals of her wetly shining lips slid hotly up over the tightly stretched skin of his prick.
She hesitated slightly for a moment and then started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a closed, elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his cock and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth, and surrounding it with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her cheeks and pressed inward.
Angie moaned again and began to suck him with a warm moist, nibbling pressure then and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times before and wasn't new, and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Her thighs, were spread wide apart and her cunt lips wet from the lewdly delicious pressure that she herself was causing there by clenching them together. Dim pictures of what she must look like to her daughter, as her naked breasts crushed and billowing out beneath the boy's young, sweating naked buttocks, her mouth filled with his virile young cock, flickered through her hazy mind, increasing the intensity of the weird pleasurable hunger that was burning deep inside her ravenous belly a thousand times more intensely now than when she had started sucking his penis.
His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his cock in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew that he was about ready to burst in her throat with his sperm. The pressure building in his testicles as they slapped against her chin and she worked in her unconscious and passion crazed state, was excruciating and unbearable, and his penis seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond endurance. He'd cum in her mouth if he didn't pull out! And above all, he wanted to drive his cock into her, all the way up to her cervix, and spew his hot fiery liquid into the warm moist cavity of her womb.
He slipped his cock from her tightly clasping mouth with a groan of agony, feeling her as she continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her tongue around and around its heavy, iron-rigid length. Then he lifted his buttocks from her tightly squashed breasts and moved down the length of her body, not wasting any time, knowing that she was as ready as he was. He could feel the wet opening of her hungry cunt pulsing in desperate anticipation as he hovered over her, and in a last cruel shattering of her pride, he whispered throatily: "Reach down between your legs and put my cock in your cunt, Mrs. Marlowe."
He held his breath as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation, and her warm fingers close tightly around the glistening rigid shaft. She stilled for a moment, but then he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis and gently press its moist, sensitive tip into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft blonde pubic hair grazing gently against him as his cock hung poised for entry between her tightly throbbing pussy lips. The hot, smooth warmth was delightful, and then in one long surge of his loins, he rammed it into her. There was not the slightest resistance, and he would feel the rippling wet walls of her cunt clamping around his penis so moistly and firmly that it almost drove him crazy.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned and sang out as she felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her womb. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting her teeth with desire. Her body followed him, moving in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ohhhh, God... Ohhhhh, God!" she sighed as if in anguish, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular young chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts. Her whole body undulated and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in unchecked animal desire that had taken hold of her flesh as though she was in the throws of an insane, epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of shining sweat, and there was nothing in her willing to halt her maddening race for fulfillment now, and Lou Bradley's son, her own daughter's boyfriend, fucked like a mad man to end it for her.
"Oh yes! Yessss!" she cried up to the room full of naked, wide-eyed watchers, and she slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading cunt.
Phil squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his young hips and thighs, and he could feel the smooth raw flesh of her pussy clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his hot, almost bursting cock. He fucked the wildly squirming young mother of his girlfriend from the tips of his toes, and rammed the last inch of his thick hard cock thundering up into her vaginal hole, bringing new ecstatic moans from her lips, a wild and unsated desire openly burning her lust-glazed eyes.
Wet smacking sounds resounded through the room, echoing in the ears of all who stared down as the boy lunged with cruel pile-driving surges. The lewd fucking noises blended with the cries which bubbled from her throat, sounding to them like the death agonies of a wounded animal. They were transfixed by the ravishing sight, mouths gaping wide and breath fevered and panting with the building excitement. It was Ginger who broke their frozen enchantment first, for she had stood idly by the whole time Phil had been fucking Chris as well as now, and now she was unable to control herself a moment longer. She had to join in, her own fingers no longer enough to satisfy the lewdly rising cravings between her legs. She had to!
Feverishly, she crawled on the bed, her full nude breasts with their desire-hardened nipples and only slightly lighter colored areolas dancing beneath her like lush gourds on the vine, and her finely molded ass cheeks quivered with erotic arousal. Her skin was an iridescent sheen from her desires, and her wide, full lips were open, her panting breath throbbing with her sensual needs. She swung up and facing the heavily breathing boy, placed herself astraddle Chris' mother's face, her buttocks and inner thighs hovering directly over her, and kneeled upright brazenly and panting with the hot, moist opening of her black-haired cunt parted invitingly by her fingers in front of Phil Bradley. She eased herself closer to him until the palpitating flesh of her swollen pussy was resting as close as possible to his wet, glistening lips, and then cupping her full firm breasts in her hands, she leaned back, arching her body in crazed invitation.
"Eat me, Phil! Ohhhh, shit! Eat my cunt the way I like it and make me cum! Make me cum toooo!"
Obediently, the sensations of the fucking he was giving the lovely young mother of his girlfriend flooding through his mind, he dipped his face forward and began to hungrily suck at the wet, hair-rimmed vagina so openly presented up to him. Her secretions swept out and moistened his cheeks as at the same time, his long hard cock dug desperately time and time again into the greedily flowering cunt below his loins.
Whining in ecstasy, her eyes wide and catching the lewd sight of the strange girl's cunt being licked just above her eyes, Angie's face flushed and she threw her buttocks up off the bed to get more of the wonderfully assaulting cock that was pumping into her maddeningly throbbing cunt. Unable to control herself, she raised up her head and nuzzled the soft, sweet-smelling flesh of Ginger's vagina, joining Phil's own liquid embraces of it by running her lips wetly around the quivering young ass-cheeks and darting Tier tongue between them into the wetly yielding crevice and teasing the tightly puckered little anus with its hotly flicking tip.
"Oh! Oh, deeper! Fuck me harder and deeper!" she begged the desperately humping boy as she licked and sucked the wildly undulating young buttocks above her face. She buried her nose hard up between the rhythmically rotating moons, gasping as if she was close to death. She was nearing her orgasm again, and swung her soft, heaving thighs up and wound her legs voluptuously around his hips, grinding her ass off the bed in uncontrolled sensation, spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing young cock.
"Jesus!" Lou Bradley blurted as he looked at the three of them. "Angie's licking that cunt too!" Spurred on by the absolutely lust-blinding sight, violent spasms surged through his testicles, and he moved his hand faster and faster over his hard, burgeoning cock, his unsated passions growing until he could hardly contain himself without ejaculating all over the bed.
"Now it's your turn, little girl," he hissed at Chris in his excitement. "Now you're going to get my cock in your sweet belly, just like my son's cock is fucking the hell out of your mother!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chris Marlowe cowered on the bed, feeling her nakedness and the lewd ravishment of her own mother by her boyfriend and Vince's girlfriend right next to her as a great shame covering her like a lewd blanket. One that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she struck out against it, and now that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more vile, the body of Phil's handsome but bestial father. A man who cared nothing for her except as a helpless receptacle into which he could drub his great shaft of indecent flesh and spew his virile male sperm.
She had been watching with the same hypnotized wonderment as the others while her mother was cruelly driven to crazed surrender, and it had filled her with mixed emotions. It was exciting to her; God, how it was exciting to her, almost as sensually arousing as when her mother had been licking her hotly aroused vagina. And yet she felt a tinge of horror and humiliation for the helplessness of their pitiful situation, and chills ran through her all the while Phil had been working her mother into a lewd pitch of frenzy. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened, half in revulsion and half in forbidden prurient excitement, sensations of lurid delight obscenely flooding through her mind without warning. She was standing once more at the door of the bedroom peering spellbound in at the horrible spectacle of Phil's father spearing into her mother's shamelessly welcoming vagina-only this time, the broad thick penis pistoning into the wide-spread loins before her eyes was of the boy who had such a short time ago fucked her and torn her virginity away. But the setting was the same, though she was closer and could see with all too vivid clarity the giant young cock sinking to its hilt and disappear into the eagerly clasping mouth between the cruelly stretched thighs, until only a tiny little stretch of it was still visible, glistening beneath the huge bloated testicles that dangled sperm-filled from the crevice of Phil's buttocks.
She could feel the pit of her stomach and thighs hot and moist from the salacious orgy, growing into more and more an intense desire to submit herself completely to these lewd men as she watched her mother and then saw how she licked the greedily open cunt of Ginger as the other girl joined in the corrupting rape. But even though wildly burning passions were coursing through her own veins, she could sense the basic shame and horror which was behind everything that had been happening, and she didn't even try to stop the gush of tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard the brutal words the naked Lou Bradley, the father of her boyfriend, spoke to her, piteously crying at the thought of being forced as her mother was to lie naked beneath his burgeoning hardness and let him fill her helpless vagina with his heated male sperm without the slightest resistance.
"Noooo, please... " the helpless girl whimpered, but her pleas fell on uncaring ears as the older man's arms enveloped her, his lips crushing tightly down against her. His long, hard penis pressed hard into her soft yielding belly, and his tongue snaked its way between his teeth and into her mouth. Her unconscious mind fought the torment of his hot, teasing probe, fighting against surrender to it. But his touch only ignited the fires that her mother had enflamed in her cunt with her warmly moist mouth and lips, and her hips began to betray her even as she struggled, moving in small, passion induced circles. The only reality for her was fast becoming that searing fire that burned deep in her scorched little belly, the flames licking out between her legs, crying to be drowned by the tormenting monster already slithering lewdly up between their wetness.
"Nooooo," she moaned again, knowing that it was a hopeless fight, and she would give in as her mother had. And she would capitulate all of herself, not able to stop her own craving sensations from taking over, making the reason for her surrender, the saving of their family, a mockery of the truth. "Nooo... "
"Yes, my pretty little girl!" Bradley snickered. "Yes... "
"Give it to her, Dad!" Phil hissed heavily. "She's the stuck-up bitch that didn't want me to fuck her tonight. Well, now she will. Just look at that hot little ass, that soft golden pussy between her legs... Ohhhh, fuck her good!"
"I plan to," his father chuckled lewdly.
Chris turned her head, and watched wild-eyed as he bent over her to drink in her loveliness, his lust-contorted face an unbelievable visage of lewd desire. She could barely breathe, and momentarily she thought she was going to faint as she felt his hot breath on her nakedly exposed skin, and even prayed that she might. Then she saw Vince touch Lou Bradley's arm.
"Wait a minute," Vince said huskily, his eyes beady as they looked into the other man's face. "You already fucked her mother, and I haven't had a piece of either one yet. It ain't fair. Let me give her my special treatment first, and then you fuck her."
"Right," Ginger grunted, looking up from her perverted, position over Chris' mother's face, her face twisted from the pleasure of the double tonguings of her cunt. "Yeah, let Vince fuck her first!"
Phil's father grinned devilishly, and then after a moment's hesitation, moved away. "All right," he said to his son's friend. "She's all yours-for a few minutes. Go to it," he said in a low, snickering chuckle. "I'd sort of like to see her innocent Goddamned little face when you ram your cock up inside her snooty little belly."
Chris rolled over on her stomach and froze in terror as Vince rose before her, baring his thick, heavily throbbing rod of male flesh. Then he moved onto the bed and from behind, opened her firm young thighs wide, his eyes feasting hungrily on the vision of her golden, fleece covered little cunt peeking so provocatively out from between the cheeks of her softly quivering, buttocks. As he moved forward up between her open legs, she made a muffled groan down into the covers. There was nothing left. They were about to fuck her again, whether she wanted them to or not.
"Go ahead, Vince!" Ginger urged hysterically. "Can't you see how bad the little bitch wants it? Go on, fuck her!"
"Get up on your knees," his voice breathed at Chris.
She tried to stiffen her body and press it tightly to the covers, bitter tears of shame and fear running from her eyes as she felt his smooth hot skin pressing down onto her. She tried not to move, but a hand pushed down hard on the back of her head, pressing her face tight to the mattress. She struggled for a moment to breathe but could not, and a faint dizziness swept over her from the lack of air, and she was forced to let her body go limp.
The hand was released, and she gulped desperately at the oxygen greedily filling her tortured lungs with welcome relief. Hands on her now relaxed hips pulled them powerfully up, while another hand stayed hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and face pushed harshly down. By the time she fully recovered her breath, her buttocks were waving high in the air, and she made a momentarily and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. But, the hand pushed her face tight back into the bed, cutting off her breath as before, and she relaxed, ceasing her struggles. She knew that she would eventually have to give in, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible humiliating submission to their every obscene desire, her body, like her mother's next to her, nothing but a helpless toy to be used as they wished in their animalistic quest for satisfaction.
Suddenly, Vince's fingers began to dig wildly at her fully exposed backsides, covering the whole of the juncture of her thighs and buttocks with thrusts and probes. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her might to evade him, but he found the wet smooth opening he was looking for, and worked his middle finger up inside with a hard, cruel thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain of a thousand roman candles.
"Ahhhggggggg!" she screamed wildly, as she felt it skewer into her like a red hot poker. But his finger was not in the smooth warm flesh of her cunt as she'd expected it would be-instead, Vince had-broken through the tightly clenched little ring of her anus and on into the hot fleshy tunnel of her rectum! "Agggghhhhh!" she cried.
With Phil and Ginger shouting lusty obscenities to prod him on, Vince ground his thick finger around and around without mercy inside her painfully expanding rectal channel, while the helpless young girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected anal orifice. She felt as if her bowels were ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain that Vince's "treatment" was going to be far, far worse than she had cringingly feared. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the bed if it hadn't been for the restricting hands of Phil's father locked tightly on her shoulders and the pressure of the wildly fingering Vince behind her. Finally it was over.
His fat, stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the tightly clenched lips of her rectum, and he gasped, "Damn! What a tight little ass-hole she's got! Jesus, I don't know if I can get all of my cock in there without it being bitten off."
"Sure you can honey!" Ginger cried. "Sure, stretch her ass like you do mine! Go on! Fuck her in the ass!"
No... No... No... Chris' tormented mind screamed, and she opened her mouth to cry out, but instead there was only a helpless moan of muffled, exhausted surrender. Every muscle of her twisted, kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the vile monstrous act. All was gone but the final coup de grace to be administered viciously by the arrogant young boy behind her whose expectantly grinning face was thankfully hidden from her eyes.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirm up close behind her nakedly raised buttocks, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust hardened cock now, guiding it slowly and deliberately to the round, pink circle of her tiny puckered anus. She cringed forward, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down in the wide-spread crevice of her ass cheeks in preparation for the coming entry. She tried to clench her legs closed, but his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly open."
"Hold her tight." Vince directed Phil's father, whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on her shoulders. "She's slipping, and I'm going to ram it to her nice and fast."
Chris whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the cringing little lips of her rectum, and the agonizing pressure beginning. It was far more painful than when she'd lost her virginity to Phil, for this was an un-natural perversion, and his cock an alien invasion of her soft, tender flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo!" She groaned incoherently.
He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all of his strength until suddenly, the tightly resisting little circle popped open with a quick, unexpected surrender, and the huge, blood-filled head slipped up inside with a surging rush that left the young teenage blonde gasping for air. "Aggggghhhhhhhhh!"
She flailed her head as best she could as Phil's father worked to keep her down, the shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenating her shattered muscles for a moment. She squirmed and twisted like a mad woman, trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her rectum.
"Got, what a tight, hairless little ass hole!" Vince gasped again from behind her as he felt its warm rubbery walls slipping over his cock like a hot, fleshy butter-filled glove. His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard penis speared into the helplessly struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of hotly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the room like a flat-handed blow across a face.
Chris' muffled moans of pain and humiliation went heard but unheeded as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the waist, pulling her buttocks back even tighter against him. His thick hard cock was sunk to its fullest extent in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressing tightly against the tortured flesh of her rectal walls. There was no reason to struggle or fight any more, she knew, even if she'd had the strength, and she allowed her shock-spasming body to go limp.
Her relaxing of her taut, pain-cringing muscles made the pain lessen a little, and she felt her wet soft passage expand further and further as he began a slow, teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her ass. Her tears of shame and agony continued to flow, for there was nothing more she could do to stop the vile obscene rape of her naked anus.
"Come on, shake it, sweetheart, shake it!" he rattled through tightly clenched teeth as he felt her bend and tremble from his onslaught. His thick hands held tight to the rounded curves of her nude hips, slipping the moist sheath of her stretched and aching rectum over and over the thickness of his cock as though he was thrusting his hand into a small vaseline-filled glove. "Shake your ass, baby! Shake it!"
"Ohhhhh," she exclaimed, and began to undulate and grind her buttocks around in a lewd rhythm to match his slowly fucking penis. The sounds she made were muffled and indistinct, and with every hard forward lunge, his thick, wetly glistening cock filled her anus to the bursting point, flinging her hard forward against the restraining hands of Phil's father who was still holding her shoulders down to the bed.
Yet in spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible sodomy being done to her defenselessly exposed rectum, Chris found that tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were beginning to pull up deep down in her belly, and her firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, and with every sweep and ramming into her with his growing frantic abandon of sensation, her firm young body shook more and more as though filling with passion.
Oh God! She had to fight it with all of her strength! But her body did not obey her mind, and as Vince continued to fuck into her rhythmically from behind, it drifted into a strange world of unknown delights and soft, deep pleasures of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then in grim realisation that there was no escape. Now... all conscious thought of why she was here or who her slowly flaming body was writhing beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around her, between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her belly where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Good God, look at her fuck back at him!" she heard Ginger excitedly exclaim, the voice only faintly registering in her passion-crazed brain.
"I told you," came the unmistakable voice of Phil Bradley from between her mother's legs. "Get her going, and she's hotter than hell! She can't get enough cock!"
"Damn, what a tight, hungry little ass!" Vince groaned. He thrust again, shoving her forward with his heavy lunges, and automatically gritted her teeth and bravely ground the wide stretched mounds of her buttocks back at the invading cock. And then, as she felt the blunt end of his penis ram deeper into the now secretion-soaked passage of her rectum, a weirdly delightful shudder of pleasure surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body at their obscene words and her own helplessness. Her breasts heaved and quivered beneath her chest, their hard-tipped nipples grazing the cushion of the sofa, and she fucked back insanely at the sweating boy, waves of searing, indescribable elation roaring unchecked through her now totally aroused body. The small tender sphincter ring of her anus worked and sucked desperately at his burgeoning prick, her breath rasping in short, frenzied gasps as the powerful lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her head down to her desperately curling toes.
"Oh God! Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me in the ass harder! Ohhhhhh!" she heard herself moan piteously. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me this way!"
"Now it's my turn, you bitch!" Lou Bradley grinned down at her desire contorted face and releasing his now unnecessary hold on her shoulders. She looked up, her eyes momentarily focusing on him as he came at her face with his hardened cock in his hand, his handsome face twisted triumphantly. "Suck my cock!" he commanded cruelly. "Go on, suck it now!"
He knelt in front of her, grasping both sides of her head, holding firm to it. Somewhere in the back of her lust-crazed mind, she found the sight of its lewd nearness and his evil demands exciting, and remembering the way her mother did it, she let her mouth open as the tongues of flame licking at her buttocks rose to new heights. She hungrily sucked in the lust-hardened penis as it plunged in one quick stroke all the way to the back of her throat, nearly gagging her. Desperately she grunted as her roundly ovaled little lips brushed the short, wiry hair of his muscular pelvis, his balls slapping harshly down against her upturned chin. She fought for her breath, managing to catch it on the outstroke of his cruel fucking of her mouth.
Oh God! Oh God! she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her desire-driven body back and forth helplessly between them, and then once more the realisation of her very surrender and the vision of them buffeting her this way mercilessly, incited her. The excitement deep inside her belly became a rabid torrent once again, and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a hotly grinding circular movement, constricting with her rectal muscles the hot, fleshy pole buried so deep up in her anal passage behind. She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to saturate her entrails with Vince's hot virile young cum until it spluttered out of her cock filled anus and dribbled down over her already wetly glistening thighs. She wanted to grovel in thick male sperm as she had once before tonight, and she sucked insatiably at the long, hard cock in her mouth, her cheeks concaving with Phil's father's every thrust. It was the first time in her life she had ever tasted cock, and she explored it with her tongue hungrily. She swirled her tongue-tip and taunted the small, blood-fattened head, stabbing hotly into the tiny orifice at the tip. She wanted it to shoot into her mouth, to swallow the hotly flooding sperm and feel it pouring down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt had been. She wanted to drench every opening of her tender body with it, both inside and out. Then-she got her wish!
At the same time as her own climax commenced to crescendo, the cock fucking her from the rear bulged and jerked, spurting its creamy hot charge deep up into her quaking rectum. It splashed violently against her passage walls, and spurted back out of her, trickling warmly down from the pink, hair-covered slit pressed hard against his smooth young loins. His balls massaged her swollen cunt lips, causing her to convulse spasmodically forward, submerging the other penis in her wildly sucking mouth to the very hilt. It too burst forth with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the delicious pungent liquid in a manner she had not dreamed possible, her cheeks bloating as she swallowed the gushes excitedly, clasping her lips like a tightly fitted ring about the large spurting prick so as not to lose a single drop of the life-giving seed. It dribbled down her chin from the corners of her mouth, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, snake-like motion to wipe the warm, viscous fluid back into her hungering mouth as his collapsed penis suddenly pulled from her lips with a soft wet sucking sound and he fell back away from her.
She skewered her ass back savagely onto the still squirting cock in her anus, and with a wild wail from between desperately gnashing teeth, felt her own body explode in a great burst of showering stars, racking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling. Then, through the wildly cascading lights of her orgasm, she heard a sudden squeal of high-pitched pleasure and a ripple of affectionate warmth cross over her flesh as she realized that beside her her mother was experiencing the same delirious joy as she was.
"I'm... I'm cummmiiinnnnggggg!" Angie gasped in intense passion, and she locked her ankles in a death grip high as she could on her daughter's boyfriend's young, heavily pumping legs. At the same time her arms snaked around his neck and she smashed her open abandoned mouth up into Ginger's wildly flailing cunt, tasting the pungent flavor of her wildly flowing secretions as the girl shivered uncontrollably in her own climax. Her body arched and quivered and she held tight to the boy, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic juices out around his still hard driving cock as she felt it burst like a damn inside her. He gave her one last tremendous thrust and emptied his hot, virile young sperm in wave after wave, deep into the depths of her eagerly accepting womb.
Angie thought the crazily jerking young cock would never stop flowing into her cunt. She could feel the hot sticky semen overflowing and forcing its way out around the tight, hair-fringed ring of her pussy to mingle below with her own secretions down in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus. She knew then that her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself with total abandonment, and didn't even know if it would save her and her daughter from being exposed to her husband. But even so, in spite of her shame, she gasped out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt his rapidly deflating cock slowly withdraw from her flooded vagina with the same wet sucking noise that his father's had come from Chris' mouth. Then a sudden rush of cool air slipped between the full white moons of her buttocks and into the wetness of her loins, causing her to shiver again with tingling delight, before almost comatose, she rolled over into a limp, quivering mass of satiated flesh.
It took the five naked people some time to stir. They huddled on the wide double bed, exhausted and unmoving, resting and gathering their strength after the wild orgiastic fucking they had all participated in. Semen and sweat, secretions and lubrications, flowed together and glistened on the lust-shining bodies, and the air seemed to crackle with the lewd emotions and desires what had been so utterly unleashed.
Angie was the first to move. She slowly lifted herself up on her elbows and looked across the naked tangle of bodies to Lou Bradley, and smiled coldly at him. "Well?" she asked in a trembling whisper.
"Well, what?"
"Are you going to tell my husband now?"
His handsome face broadened into a gleaming, mirthful grin. "You got to admit, there's more to tell him than ever now."
"But-you promised Mother," Chris said beside him.
"So I did... " He collapsed back down on the mattress with a sigh of deep contentment. "Yes sir, so I did... "
"Maybe they haven't learned their lesson well enough, Dad," Phil said, and he gazed again with openly lusting eyes on the young Chris.
"I was thinking the same thing, Son."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Angie asked fearful- "I mean we should review the lesson, the father replied. "Review it over and over until you know it by heart. And we can start anytime someone's hot again. I want to fuck you in the ass, Angie, fuck you the way Vince fucked your daughter in the ass."
"Ohhh, and Phil can fuck me in the cunt," Ginger said, "While I suck Chris. I'll suck her hot little pussy until she cums like I did. I'd like that... "
Angie looked wide-eyed at her daughter as she heard the vile loathsome words, her chest feeling as if it was tied by steel bands. But then she saw the smile on Chris' face, a smile intended only for her, and she knew that there was no more deceiving of herself.
What was the use? She and her young daughter had reveled in the salacious acts they'd been forced to do, and deep down inside her belly, she was actually becoming excited again at the thought of once more squirming insanely around on the bed with the others here doing all kinds of things to her naked vagina and breasts. She thought fleetingly about Dave, wondering what her husband would do if he ever found out about this, and what was obviously going to continue, but then she didn't have to worry. He was gone on enough business trips that he would never find out... then, the thought of her husband fading rapidly, she raised herself to her knees and pointed her firmly rounded buttocks back at Lou Bradley, her head looking back at him and smiling in lewdly open invitation.
It was only a matter of seconds before she and Chris both were again firmly impaled on two long hard cocks, and through the night it went, the two of them abandonedly indulging in every wicked depravity that any of the five could think up. She and Chris both knew that it was all right now, and besides... they had no choice in the matter... that was the best excuse in the world...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angie Marlowe was soaking in a tub of hot, soapy water, drowsily letting the morning pass in blissful uncaring... She slid her long, naked limbs out languidly and recollected with pleasure the passing of the last thirty days since that orgiastic evening with Lou Bradley, his son, Vince and Ginger.
They were still very much a part of her social life, she sighed with a smile, whenever Dave was gone on one of his never-ending trips, and she had never desired to look back since her new life had begun. Her reverie was interrupted by a light knocking on the bathroom door, and then it opened, and Chris came in. She was smiling mischievously, her honey-colored hair uncombed and her face flushed slightly from sleep. She was as naked as her mother, and as Angie looked up at the girl's young, taut breasts with their hard, distended nipples, and a fever overtook her, making her admit to herself that she never tired of seeing Chris like this, her white young thighs and trembling vagina bursting with sensuality. Her teenage daughter smiled lovingly in return and crossed to the edge of the tub, where she sat down.
"Good morning, darling," the mother said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh-huh. Daddy leave already?"
"Yes," Angie replied. "He's gone to Chicago for the week, and had to catch the 7:45 flight."
"Did... he fuck you last night?"
"You know he did, you little scamp. You were outside the door fingering yourself the whole time."
Chris giggled. "You heard me."
"I left the door open slightly just for you. I enjoy you watching me fuck almost as much as you enjoy seeing me."
Again the lovely young teenager laughed delightedly, and she stood up and casually dipped one slender leg into the water. "Move over and I'll join you, Mother," she said, and then climbed into the tub. She picked up the soap and began to slowly, tantalizingly wash her mother's firm, hardening breasts. "When are Phil and his father coming over?"
"Tonight," Angie said, and the thought of the evening that would follow made her belly churn with anticipation.
"Mmmm, that'll be nice," Chris said. "Turn around and I'll wash the rest of you," she offered in a hushed breath. "Then when we get out, I've got a surprise for you. Ginger loaned her vibrator, and it has all the attachments, even some ones that look exactly like cocks. Well go in my bedroom this time... I can't wait to see what it does to you!"
