The problem of the relationship between a step-father and a step-daughter is a phenomena that has been with us through-out all the annals of recorded history. Of course it has not become so serious until lately with the advent of western civilization and the trend toward monogamous marriages where the family has been thrown together in a much tighter and closer relationship.
The crux of the problem lies in the fact that the step-father must adjust to living in a house with a budding young female who, physically, is not related to him at all. Without this physical relationship of actual father and daughter there to dampen sexual desires it becomes increasingly difficult to find a good rational reason for putting her beyond the bounds of touching. The reasons are there, of course. The man is married and does have a deep moral obligation to fulfill his duties to his new wife's children just as he would his own children. But the problem does arise when the new husband does not labor under the cloak of any kind of moral conviction at all.
Such is the case presented here by the author and we the publishers feel that this book should be read by all stepparents and all real parents who are going to take their children into a home with another partner completely un-related to them. It may prevent many future problems from arising, merely by pointing out to people that they do exist and they should be expected to arise unless one is made aware of them beforehand.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
It was very hot for the seashore. Too hot, for that late at night. As Becky trudged along in the sand, the waves washed up on the shore, sometimes trickling over her bare feet, and sometimes falling just short of the mark. When she kicked her feet in the sand strange sparks flew up, caused by the phosphorous elements on the beach. Becky's long black hair, curled softly about her shoulders, sometimes, flying back behind her head when the soft breeze caught it and toyed with its heavy mass.
Becky's tight bikini hugged her blossoming contours closely and she realized that last year's suit would not do this year. She seemed to have grown inches in the bust. ... and her hips were wider too. "Gosh," she thought, "If I keep up at this rate I'll be just enormous by next year...." But actually Becky had reached the apex of her bodily development and she was lovely. Although she hadn't quite realized it yet, her body was one that most women would give their eye teeth for. Soft yet firm breasts, balancing out before her twin balloons of warm human flesh, a small, lithely indented waist, hips that were perfectly proportioned to even out the entire graceful outline of her young body. She had a soft rather angelic face that made her look younger than she was, but her body made up for that, being the body of a mature woman except for the added smoothness and the air of the untested about it.
She had been unable to sleep that night, and finally giving up, she decided to take a late night walk along the beach. It seemed daring ... somehow very grownup. The adults she had observed last summer at the same resort were always doing things like that so why shouldn't she? It was still early in the summer ... and she had vowed to herself to become a new, more exciting personality by the time the summer was over. After all, she was sixteen now ... long past the age when some girls had achieved more than she!
As she walked, Becky looked up at the expensive house that rose above the dunes of the Long Island Shore. They were all brightly lighted, and since it was Saturday night, the sounds of laughing voices and tinkling glasses drifted out into the air. Every now and then a couple would run out from one of the houses and onto the beach, scarcely noticing Becky as they frolicked playfully in the sand. Pangs of loneliness stabbed through her as she heard the laughter and saw the bright houses filled with people enjoying themselves.
"Oh, well," she thought. ... "It's still early in the summer ... Diane will be here tomorrow and we can go to parties together and stuff...."
She would be glad when her friend from last summer arrived. She hoped that she and Diane would still be as close this summer as they had been the year before. Both their parents chose the cool airs of Long Island for their annual summer excursions, where most husbands usually appeared on weekends and the wives and children remained all summer long.
"Gee," she thought, "Mom and Dad are at one of those parties ... I wonder which one?" When they had left the house, she could tell that they were already two sheets to the wind, so she hadn't bothered to ask them where they were going.
Becky looked up at the bright blotches of stars above her, letting the waves come up to her slender ankles. As she walked, she indulged herself in one of her favorite pastimes ... fantasy.
"What if I were to meet a boy," she thought ... a very handsome boy ... I'd just be walking along like this and along he'd come. He'd just walk up behind me and take my arm and ... then ... and then, he'd kiss me!
"No ... it wouldn't be like that ... no, I'd be walking along like this and he'd be sitting down on the beach looking out at the waves ... I'd walk up to him and ask him what he was doing ... and he'd say ... waiting for you!"
Becky's fantasy was brought to an abrupt halt as she wandered up higher on the beach toward the rich patches of rushes.
The low sound of hushed giggles alerted her to the fact that someone was there in the sand, half hidden by the underbrush of straggly weeds and tall beach grass ... two someones in fact. Becky stopped still for a moment, and then, instinctively she crouched low. Had they seen her? Embarrassment overcame her as her eyes grew accustomed to the dimly lighted area from which the voices came, and through the grass she could see the gleam of naked bodies on a blanket.
"THEY'RE MAKING LOVE!" she thought...."REALLY MAKING LOVE!"
Acute jealousy and fear mixed inside her, her heart racing crazily ... she was about to see real lovemaking, whereas before this moment she had only imagined it, filled it in from the parts the movies left out. She'd been hoping she could get Diane to go into the town with her sometime before the summer was over to see one of the new films where nothing was cut out. She'd never have the courage to go alone, she knew. ... But now ... there was going to be no need for that. If she kept very still, she would watch everything......
She would have to know everything before she felt herself no longer a girl, but a woman. She would have to know everything before the time came when she was actually with the boy she loved. The idea of not knowing what to do frightened her terribly.
The curve of a man's hard, muscular buttock was raised in the air, and suddenly there was a gasp from the indented plot of sand. Two long white arms shot out from around the man's back which was bent forward, and ten fingers wriggled in the air as a hoarse female shrill rose into the mist." Aaaaaaaaaaah! God!"
"Ung!" The man grunted pushing forward into the prone woman's nude body. She was so far indented into the sand under the blanket, that she could barely be seen, and when the man pushed into her, she sunk down still further. He thrust into her several times, and then suddenly he raised up and sat back on his haunches.
His huge piston gleamed wetly before him sticking out lewdly from his body, seemingly aimed at the house behind them, where the party was still going on.
"Gotta stop, Alice?" he panted. "Cum if I keep on like that!"
"Oh, Harry ... come back ... don't just leave me lying here ... I've been waiting for you all week. ... I miss you ... missed that!" A small hand shot up and grabbed the thick cock holding it firmly and pulling it downward.
It was her parents!
Becky clamped her hand over her mouth and pushed her face into the sand as if she wanted to bury her head in it. She felt violently ill, as though she were going to gag right then and there. At the sound of her father's voice she had thought there had to be some mistake, but when she heard her mother's voice and then took another good look at the dimly outlined figures, she knew for sure. Her mother and father were lying naked before her having wild, unadulterated sex. She supposed she'd never really thought of them actually doing it before ... there seemed something obscene, something horrible about it. Where total strangers would have been exciting, her mother and father were ... well, she had no words to explain it to herself. She lay with her head in the sand, afraid to budge an inch ... if they saw her, heaven knew what would happen. First of all she wasn't supposed to be out ... secondly, she'd never want them to know she'd seen them like that. ... so ... so shamefully occupied.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" came the small voice from the sand. "Oh HARRY, HONEY ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME GOOD. ... YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IT TO ME, HONEY!"
Becky's head whipped up and she stared disbelievingly at the sight before her. Harry had skewered his wife between her widespread legs again, pushing his huge penis as deeply into her straining vagina as it would go with each heavy thrust of his hips. He was still a well built man for his age, and he was using every muscle in his body to give his wife the satisfaction that she craved. Her whole body shook and trembled each time he plowed into her, and he felt her legs raising and lowering on each side of his torso as his big cock rammed higher and higher into her gasping gash.
Becky's mother executed a series of little jerks beneath her husband's weight, screwing her naked buttocks up so that he could enter her further. Her legs wound snake-like around his body, giving her the leverage she sought and she pulled herself up so that his cock expanded still wider and slipped another inch into her slippery, hair-lined vagina.
"Oooh ... ooh ... oooh!" she cried out as the sensation became more and more intense. "Ooooooooo!!!"
"OH. Alice honey, you're still a nice piece of ass ... a nice piece of. ... ass!" he grunted, fucking into her like a deranged maniac, sweat poured from his body and his thinning hair whipped about his head, stringy from perspiration.
Becky thought she was going out of her mind. She had never dreamed that her mother and father could behave like this. Using such language and acting so undignified---Oh, she knew they did crazy things when they were drinking sometimes ... but this kind of thing. ... It was so shocking that she couldn't keep her mouth from hanging open. She tried to tear herself away from the lewd sight ... the wild gesticulations that were becoming wilder still as the copulation continued. They were making no much noise! How vulgar and crude of them!
The sight of her father's naked body rearing back, his long thick staff waving proudly before him like a flagless pole sent her head spinning, and her mother's squeals ... like a stuck pig ... sent chills of horror and disgust running through her. And yet they seemed to be enjoying each other so much---She couldn't reconcile the ugliness she thought she saw and the apparent joy they were experiencing and the conflicting thoughts merged in her mind, only to return again as a question ... unanswered. Why it wasn't at all the way she had pictured love-making ... she had thought of it as something soft and sweet. ... something quiet ... Those two were going at it like banshees!
"HARDER ... HARDER! ... I'M ALMOST THERE! ... HARRY ... HARRRRRRRRREEEEEE!"
Becky winced as she heard her mother's wail of passion and saw her father hurl himself onto her squirming body, almost picking her up with the battering ram of his penis. WERE ALL MEN THAT BIG? She had seen pictures ... she had even seen naked boys, but they had never been all stiff and hard like that ... bloated like a big fat sausage!
She wondered if they always screamed and carried on like that! Becky's mother began a low-throated growling ... just like an animal! Becky thought ... and the two wildly gyrating bodies bucked up and down in the loose sand, rolling sideways and back and forth.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Alice cried out. Her husband's penis seemed to have swelled to twice its normal size, and she knew he was going to cum any second. She was just on the edge, teetering, almost falling....
"NNNNGH! MMmmmm!" she moaned feeling the sensuous flow of ecstatic release wash over her as the thick blood-filled cock dredged against her highly titillated womb.
Becky felt like her hair was standing on end. A tremendous shudder went through her as she heard her mother's orgasm.
"That's it! ... cum baby ... oh, babbbbbeeeeeeeee! It's gooooooooooood!" Her father called to the winds, fucking hard at his wife, kneading her flesh into little balls of exquisite pain that contributed to her prolonged orgasm. Becky watched, her eyes, two white pinpoints of light in the darkness, as her father's last spasms jerked through his body and finally he came to a shuddering stop, collapsing on top of her mother's motionless form.
Once more, she felt she was going to be sick. The utter silence now, save for the almost obscene laughter of the people up in the house was shattering. More shattering than the noise of her parents lovemaking had been. The sight ... the knowledge of their satisfaction ... with their dirty deed ... seemed almost too much to contemplate.
Becky had begun to back off, slowly, scrambling backwards, faster and faster, and then finally when she was far enough away, breaking into a run. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran along the beach and her breath caught in her throat. A pain stabbed her in the side, making her slow down to a trot.
She was jogging along blindly now, oblivious to the beautiful night surrounding her. Vivid in her mind was the image of her parents engaged like two naked animals in frantic sex, and in her ears she still seemed to hear her mother's squeals, her father's obscene grunting.
"HARDER, HARDER!" her mother had cried out. And with those sickening, oddly rhythmic motions her father had ground on into her receptive vagina, making her arms and legs fly out crab-like around his body so that they really seemed like one giant creature engaged in a jiggling dance!
Is that the way it was going to be for her, she wondered ... would she lie squealing in the sand while someone drove a massive pole of hardened male flesh between her legs? OH GOD, she thought, finally collapsing to the sand. She looked around her and saw from the houses above the dunes that she was very close to her own house. Mustering additional strength from the thought that soon she would be in bed, temporarily far from the site of her parents' coupling. But she realized as she trudged up to the summer house that she would never be able to look at them again without thinking of how they had just looked. Every time her mother talked to her she would hear the moans as she squirmed lasciviously beneath her father. She entered the empty house and went straight to her room. All the lights were out and she groped her way along slowly moving though the living room and into the hall that led to her bedroom, just across from her parents' room.
Becky closed the door behind her as though she had just escaped some bodily harm. She stepped out of her tight bikini suit, and then undid the clasp, expanding her chest as the confining straps released her heavy bosom. Her pebble like nipples hardened as they were contacted by the fresh sea breeze which had grown cooler now, and she shivered slightly. She turned on the small lamp by her bed, noticing the small mass of summer insects that immediately clustered around its glow. Then as she straightened up and prepared to get into her neatly turned down bed, she noticed her reflection in the full length mirror that hung across the room by the old wooden dresser.
She looked with fascination at the richly endowed contours of her own youthful body, noticing as if for the first time, the thin dark patch of pubic hair that formed a perfect vee between her long and statuesque thighs. Her breasts were bigger than she remembered them being earlier, and she was conscious of them in a different way. They felt hot, swollen maybe and her hand went up to caress them tentatively.
Slowly she turned from the mirror, confusion a heavy weight in her mind. She turned out the light and slipped between the cool sheets. She never wore any night clothes in the summer, preferring to feel freedom while she slept, but tonight, every part of her body seemed ultra-sensitive, and, as she slowly moved down beneath the covers, she was very aware of her skin against the smoothness of material. Her nipples brushed against the top sheet and a strange tingling began that spread to the rest of her body, running around the fullness of her breasts, down along her rib cage, tracing along her belly and running across her thighs, finally reaching the virgin area of her young, untouched pussy.
"Ooooooooooh!" Becky moaned, turning over on her side. She had known something like this before. Some nights she would go to bed and feel oddly uncomfortable, thoughts of boys and love whirling in her head. The time she had gone out with Tommy Robbins and he had felt her breasts in the back seat of a taxi cab and she had been too embarrassed to make him stop ... afraid the cab driver would see ... that night, she had touched her own breasts and felt something like this. And once ... or was it twice ... a couple of months ago, her hands had roamed down to her sparse pubic triangle. It had felt down there then, something like the way it felt now ... only this time, the sensation was acute. It was a bizarre kind of tingling, an urgency, almost like a call for help, a call for appeasement.
The image of her parents on the beach moved across her mind like a replay of a movie scene and Becky groaned again and turned so that she was on her back again. She was very aware of her buttocks pushing down into the softness of the mattress ... and she knew that she could no longer let her hands remain motionless at her sides. First she brought them up to her aching breasts, squeezing the delicate nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she sighed. That was what they seemed to need. But guilt about what she was doing rose within her and she quickly removed her hands. A little later though, one hand was compelled to touch the split between her legs, and she was surprised to find it moist, wet even with the sticky juices of her excitement. She touched herself there for a few seconds and then took her hand away again. It felt too good really. It was clearly something she shouldn't be doing ... especially after what she had witnessed on the beach. It seemed wrong.
Becky tossed and turned for about an hour struggling with her steadily mounting desires. "Oh, God," she thought, "What I need is someone to love me, really love me ... Then I'd do it...." she thought ... "I'd do what they were doing on the beach ... only it wouldn't be like that ... it would be beautiful!" With that thought she was finally able to drift off to sleep, and by the time Alice and Harry Larson stumbled into their room, Becky was in the middle of the most erotic dream she had ever had.
CHAPTER 2
The volleyball game had been going on for a long time ... and only occasionally would an actual score be kept. The kids kept changing places at will, and it only got really interesting when the boys played the girls. Becky spiked the ball down hard and fast and caught Kevin off guard, scoring the winning point for her side. All her teammates gathered around her hugging and kissing her and screaming. In the melee, Becky didn't even notice that Kevin had joined them and was kissing her too. The girls slowly dispersed, giggling and Becky shoved Kevin away from her.
"Hey ... what do you think you're doing?" he asked smiling. Kevin was standing very close ... so close it was making her nervous. He certainly was cute ... she thought ... even this close ... and what was more he was making a big play for her. The other boys were hooting and hollering and teasing Kevin as he continued to stand near Becky, flashing his bright smile in her face.
Becky looked over toward her friend Diane for help but she only laughed and shrugged her shoulders. She and her family had just arrived that morning, and the two girls had barely had time to talk before the big game started on the beach, and spurred on by the group of teenaged boys, they both joined in on the fun. The sun was beating down hard and Becky could feel the sweat beading on her forehead.
"Well, how about a victory coke?" Kevin asked, showing his white teeth. "I'll even treat your girl friend!"
"OK," Becky answered, walking slowly away toward Diane. ... "Hey, Diane, come on ... Kevin ... Is that your name ... Kevin?"
"Yeah!"
"Kevin's treating us to cokes at the store!"
The two girls gathered together their beach paraphernalia and headed in the direction of the beach stand where sodas were sold as well as suntan lotion, beach balls, and other essentials for the seaside resort town. They padded along the hot boardwalk that led past scores of summer houses painted in pastel colors. Kevin followed at a slight distance behind them, and Becky and Diane both felt very self-conscious. Every so often Becky hooked her thumb in the elastic of her brief bikini where it rode up on her round buttocks, snapping it back to cover up the exposed flesh.
Once away from the other boys they discovered that Kevin was less brash than they had expected. He suggested they take their cokes along the bay where they could watch the sail boats, and the three of them spent a pleasant hour sitting by the docks next to several small boys who fished tirelessly for blowfish.
"Boy, has he got a crush on you," Diane said, after Kevin had started off toward his house and they were on their way to Becky's for a snack before dinner.
Becky smiled to herself. "Yes," she said, remembering Kevin's beautiful slender boy's body, his deep, almost mahogany tan, the long strong legs, the even, almost perfect features ... hair turned blonde by the sun. It was really too much to hope for ... that he really liked her. ... Why last year, not one single boy had ever paid the slightest attention to her.
"Quite a difference from last year, eh, Diane," she said.
"Well, honey, this year ... you've got those tits!" Diane laughed, holding her hands out in front of her own less amply proportioned bosom, as though supporting two large weights.
"DIANE!" Becky gave her friend a push that sent her sprawling. But she was so happy she felt she would burst. Kevin McGrath ... just the best looking boy in the whole place, that was all. She felt breathless and lightheaded. It had to be the most wonderful day she'd had in a long time.
* * *
That night, Becky lay in bed daydreaming about Kevin. Her mother had gone out to a friend's house, so Becky was in the house all alone. She was glad that her father was there only on weekends ... it was a lot easier coping with one parent than two ... especially after that awful night on the beach. The next day she had gone off and spent the whole day alone, waiting until she knew her father would have taken the last train back to the city.
But now it was just the two of them and Becky's mother was forever going off shopping or out playing cards with friends, gossiping and the like, which gave Becky almost complete freedom. Why it was almost like living alone, she thought! Why, she could even have company. She conjured up a mental image of Kevin, entering her bedroom ... and her mother would never know the difference! With this somehow satisfying thought, Becky fell off to sleep, feeling very grownup and looking forward to the next day's meeting with Kevin with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
It was almost three in the morning when Becky was awakened by the sound of giggling outside. Someone was passing by the house, teetering along the narrow boardwalk just beside her window. She sat up in bed, the covers falling away from her bobbing breasts. Then, realizing what it was, she lay back down again. Looking at the luminescent face of her Big Ben clock, she noted the time. "I wonder if Mom's home," she thought.
The next sound she heard was the screen door creaking open and the sound of footsteps in the living room. The refrigerator door squeaked open and then shut, and footsteps padded toward the front porch of the house. Again a muffled giggle and a man's half spoken exclamation.
Becky sat up again. It was mother ... and slit was with someone! They were going out on the porch so that she wouldn't hear them!
Becky jumped out of bed and went to the door of her room, opening it, and peering out. she could see nothing. They were apparently sitting on the low sofa with the big cushions that sat on the porch facing the beach. She could hear the low mumble of their voices through the screen door. The plate glass picture window revealed a glimpse of the tops of two heads, over the high-back of the sofa, nothing more. The tinkle of plastic glasses filled with ice and whiskey met Becky's ears and she gulped and ran to her closet to put on a robe. Her throat felt funny, all constricted, as though there was a big lump there. Hurriedly she covered her nakedness with a terry cloth robe, her mind already whirling with odd thoughts, sensing that something was going on that shouldn't be going on.
She eased out the door and into the hall, daring to go as far as the living room but no farther. She wanted to see who her mother was with, but there was no way she could get a glimpse of either one of them. The sounds of their voices, though muffled, became clearer and clearly her mother had been drinking a great deal, judging from her speech patterns. She had been drinking more and more each summer, and Becky was beginning to wonder where it would end. The sight of her mother drunk revolted her.
"SSSSSSSSHhhhhhhhhhh!" her mother's voice cautioned. "My little girl's asleep in there...." Becky bristled at the reference to herself as a little girl. How dare she even talk about her to whoever it was!
The man didn't respond save with a low murmur which was followed by a screech from her mother.
"Eeeeeeeh! Oh, careful lover, I'm very ticklish ... 'specially there!"
Becky felt something like a cold trickle of ice move down her spine as a low moan escaped her mother's lips, and there was considerable shifting of weight on the old sofa and the sound of one of the plastic glasses falling and bouncing on the porch floor.
"MMmmmmph! Say, what are you doing? ... Oooooooh!"
Alice's fingers tangled in her lover's hair as he got down on his knees in front of her. He was forcing her knees apart and moving in closer and closer to her panty covered crotch. He hadn't removed his finger that was worming around high up in her steaming pussy and the warm, rough friction was driving her crazy. She knew she shouldn't be doing this ... everything about it was wrong ... but she had been taken with him. It was totally unreasonable, she knew, but there didn't really seem to be that much harm in it ... he'd seemed very knowledgeable, and had openly returned her first flirting remarks ... down by the bay where she'd passed him on her way back home from Marge's. They'd sat on a bench drinking from his flask of vodka and Alice knew she hardly needed any more to drink after all she'd consumed at Marge's during the pinochle game. But what the hell ... it was a lark ... and no one could see them, it was so dark, and he sure was cute. One thing had led to another and now here they were on her front porch ... him with one finger under her tight shorts, beneath the elastic leg band of her panties, finger fucking her in her vagina. ... God, she'd told Harry she couldn't wait all week for his lovemaking ... she nearly went crazy during the week ... she told him that. She wondered if all women went through this as they got older ... she really wasn't that old yet ... not forty yet and still attractive, but still she seemed to be needing more sex than she used to.
"We shouldn't be doing this honey," she gasped. His finger was circling about in the dark pit of her vagina, and she felt like she could cum right then and there if he kept it up a little bit longer.
"Oooooooh ... your finger ... baby, oh!" She felt his hands circling her hips now, pulling at the zipper of her yellow shorts. Then he was gripping the elastic-like material and pulling, catching up the nylon of her panties with it. Protesting all the way, she nevertheless allowed him to get the shorts and panties down off her hips, and she lifted up so that they could be pulled down and off of her legs. Then she sat, naked from the waist down, her bare buttocks scraping the rough material of the outdoor sofa, the cool ocean breeze riffling over her exposed pussy. Her halter blouse covered her large breasts that heaved as her breath became more and more labored. It teas going to really happen. ... She hadn't thought she would let it get this far ... but she couldn't stop herself now, she just couldn't. Her whole body was crying out for satisfaction.
He was sitting there looking at her...."I must present quite a picture," she thought, "wearing nothing but my tennis shoes and a halter top. His hands were on her knees again, pulling them wider apart. And Alice knew he was looking directly into the moist open split of her cunt. The very thought of what was happening to her there on her own husband's front porch added to the perverted sense of adventure. She knew that if anyone were to find out what she was doing they would rudely condemn her, but there was something about the whole idea of it ... the fact that he was a perfect stranger and knew nothing about her and she nothing about him ... the fact that they were in her own house, with Becky, her younger daughter, sleeping inside, the fact that she could see the ocean, and the beginning of dawn in the night sky ... that he spoke so little but seemed to sense what it was she really wanted....
"Oooooooooh!" she sighed. His head was moving between her limply spread legs, burrowing up the soft insides of her naked thighs like a young puppy nuzzling ... up, up, farther and farther, and then, his nose was at her pussy, parting the soft pubic hair, poking into the wetness of her vaginal slit, and then his tongue darted out, inserting itself swiftly between the surrounding pillows of flesh, creating a wet chill that shocked her to the core. Every fibre in her tensed body seemed to be afire. It was so obscene, so lewd ... so good! His tongue worked slowly at first and then began a kind of wagging motion, with his head, so that his tongue and mouth moved faster and faster against the tender open flesh of Alice's cunt. His hands went around to her bare buttocks, squeezing them forward, toward him, pulling her entire body down, manipulating it so that her vaginal lips were positioned exactly the way he wanted them.
"Aaaaaaah ahaaaaahhhhhhh....yessssssssss!" Becky's mother hissed, her body wriggling about in a strange dance of lust. She tangled her hands tighter in the near stranger's hair, pulling at it and twisting it about her fingers. She lay back, her mouth open and gasping fish-like, her eyes small slits. It was far better than anything that had ever happened to her recently. Why it made her feel like a young girl.
"Oh, honey, can you suck!" she cried out suddenly and then a low groan rose in her throat as his finger slipped into the soaking passage of her vagina while his mouth remained glued to the outer protuberances of her soft, down covered cunt. His tongue and teeth tangled about the delicate mass of tissue, sucking gently, and nibbling at the ragged edges of her swelling pussy.
"Oh, you're driving me out of my mind ... oh, lover ... lover!...." Alice whimpered and sighed, her body beginning a jerking motion, pushing her hungry cunt up to meet the ravaging oral attack. Her legs were sticking straight out behind him, toes pointed, every muscle tight and aching. Alice arched her back up and placed her legs around her unknown lover's shoulders, slipping her twisting buttocks down still further on the couch as she luxuriated in the wild attack. His pointed tongue was giving her straining pussy a working over like she'd never had before. ... If she could only get Harry to do this to her ... She looked down at the rhythmically wagging head between her widespread legs. It seemed so strange to be doing this but it was undeniably sensational! Little sparks of lust were invading every area of her body, and she felt her breasts prickling to hardness, the nipples standing out against the material of her bra. His finger was pushing up higher against the smooth silken walls of her vagina, teasing, tantalizing, and now he was adding another, and seeing there was room for more ... another ... three fingers plunged into her now openly steaming cuntal passage, and Alice could hear her lover's mouth and lips huffing and puffing, wetly between her thighs. Lewd slurping noises drifted out into the fresh air and Alice felt herself melting into a hot pool of molten lava.
"OOooooooh ... It feels just like a cock ... ooooooh honey ... I ... I ... think I'm ... yes ... I'm. ... CUMMMMMMMMING!"
The seemingly disembodied head between Becky's mother's thrashing legs increased its frenzied motions, pulling softly against the throbbing clitoris that bulged up to greet his lips. The stranger grunted as he felt Alice begin to tremble uncontrollably, her hungry cunt was smashing up against his mouth now bumping into his face, begging for more and more of the delicious punishment he was giving it.
"AAAAAAAAAAA ... NNNNNNNNNNGH!" Alice felt as though something had exploded between her legs ... her pussy burned with a hot searing flame each time her lover's tongue brushed against the helpless expanse of her shamelessly aroused pussy. Her orgasm seemed to smash into her, starting at the point deep inside her hot, clasping vaginal passage, where her lover's fingers were pounding against the sensitive tip of her womb. It started there and spread out, enveloping the warm, wet area of her enlarged clitoris that was completely engulfed by the insistence of a steadily licking tongue--
It ricocheted crazily about inside her belly and spread further, overtaking her completely, flattening her back against the sofa with its startling power.
Becky lay crouched against the wall in the hall, her hands covering her ears in vain. The hideous sounds; wet, slurping noises; obscene wails of encouragement, and ugly shiftings of weight all reached her loud and clear. Although she could not see what was going on, the actions were made perfectly clear by her mother's running commentary. She had tried going back into her room, but after remaining there a few seconds, she had found herself again sneaking back into the hall, compelled by some inner force, or was it weakness, to witness her shameless mother's adulterous debauchery.
It was bad enough watching her with Daddy, she thought ... tears streaming down her face. Her arms were covered with goose pimples, and she realized that she was shaking all over. She had never dreamed that her mother would be unfaithful to her father ... the thought had just never entered her head ... but the evidence was clear ... the facts presented themselves to her with merciless accuracy.
When the sounds finally died down to nothing but a few widely spaced whimpers, Becky groped her way back down the hall toward her room. She wanted to get away before any new sounds started ... she didn't think she could take any more. It was clear that this summer was going to be drastically different from any other she had known and she yearned for the simplicity of her earlier years. A year or so ago she probably wouldn't have known what they were doing out there ... she probably never would have dared to listen in the first place!
She stood in the center of her room, noticing that the night had already turned to the gray color before dawn. She removed her robe and let it fall to her feet, then fell sobbing onto the bed. After a few moments she suddenly sat up. Hurriedly she went to the closet and took out a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. She put them on without bothering to wear any underwear. She just had to get out of the house as quickly as possible, or she knew that she would become hysterical. When she was dressed, she went to her window and quietly removed the screen. Then she let herself out backwards, dropping the three feet to the soft ground around the house. Once outside, she climbed up onto the boardwalk and started running. She didn't want to run into her mother's lover after all, or anyone else for that matter. She didn't know where she was going until she was almost there. Diane's house was only a few houses away when she panted to a halt. She remembered that her girl friend's room had its own door at the side of her parents' summer house, and decided that she had to go and talk to her ... she had to get it all out, no matter what Diane's reaction was.
* * *
Diane rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned. Becky was curled up beside her, and she had just completed her harrowing story. She waited breathlessly for Diane's reaction.
"Diane ... you haven't said anything!" she cried.
"That's nothing!" Diane finally said after another long pause. "I watch Mom and Fred all the time."
"Fred?"
"Yeah...." Diane said, yawning again. ... "Fred's my stepfather ... you know ... the fat one!"
"Oh, yes...." Becky stammered, trying not to betray her shock.
"I even saw him once with Mrs. Pritchett ... our next door neighbor ... they were going at it like I don't know what down in the playroom during a party. Mother had gone to bed with one of her headaches. He may be fat but it doesn't seem to stop him from screwing!"
"Diane!...." Becky said.
"Well, that's what it is ... screwing ... don't be so old-fashioned. Listen ... they're having a party tomorrow night ... Friday, you know and if you want to stay over, I'm sure we can watch them together ... I mean ... you sure can learn a lot by watching, you know...."
"Well, I guess...." Becky stopped, a thought entering her mind...."Diane ... have you ... I mean ... have you ever????????"
"Did you think I had?...." Diane doubled up with laughter, her short blonde hair shaking. "Not yet, anyway ... Have you?"
"Of course not...." Becky said. "Not yet.
"Well, tomorrow night, we can both get some pointers ... OK? It's an awful lot of fun ... watching I mean!"
"Alright...." Becky said uncertainly, trying to read just her thoughts. She supposed it would be fun watching someone other than her own parents ... and if Diane said she did it all the time ... perhaps there wasn't any harm in it after all. She would be glad to be away from her own house at any rate, since her father would be arriving on the evening train and she really preferred to have nothing to do with either one of them for as long as she could get away with it. At least until she had straightened things out in her head.
"It'll be lots of laughs...." Diane murmured, falling asleep.
"Yeah," Becky answered. Her eyes were wide open and she didn't feel the least bit sleepy. It was already broad daylight outside.
CHAPTER 3
All the lights in the house were on, save the one in Diane's room when Becky arrived at Diane's around midnight.
"They're still at it ... ," Diane said smiling secretly and opening the screen door of her room to admit her friend. From further inside the house raucous partying noises swelled and ebbed punctuated by an occasional shriek of laughter rising above the incessant droning voices.
"They're all so blind. ... They hardly know what they're doing ... but I think they're getting ready to leave now ... some of them are going down the beach to The Kit Kat Club!
Becky sat down on the bed beside Diane. She felt terribly excited. She had spent the day swimming in the bay with Diane, and then had returned home for dinner. She had found she actually enjoyed ignoring her mother.
"I hardly spoke two words to her," she told Diane.
"Ah, you shouldn't be so hard on her ... maybe your old man doesn't make love to her much ... maybe she just has to find other people!"
"That's no excuse ... besides ... I told you how I saw them on the beach the other night ... That should have held her until this weekend at least!" The two girls sat side by side, munching sandwiches that Diane had swiped from the party. They both wore the short shorts that were their signature for the summer, Diane sporting a Day-Glo red pair and Becky wearing navy blue. Diane was smaller than Becky and her blonde hair provided the perfect complement to Becky's dark shoulder length tresses. She had almost a boyish look except for the small apple-shaped buds of her breasts and her soft, feminine features.
But there was nothing boyish about Becky who filled out her shorts admirably and had to keep rebuttoning the top of her cotton shirt because the weight of her breasts kept pulling the button from the hole, thereby exposing her deep cleavage to the view of anyone who happened to be present. She was still vaguely ashamed of her breasts, not quite sure just what to make of them. But they were too big to ignore even though so far they had been more of a bother than anything else.
"Well, your mom is still young and she's nice looking...." Diane continued in the same vein as they sat waiting for the party to end. "And she's got a good figure ... you know these things happen!"
Becky listened in silence. Clearly Diane was far more advanced than she in these matters. Perhaps she too should become more sophisticated and stop making so much of every thing.
"Maybe you're right...." she said, thinking that she couldn't go on being constantly upset by her parents ... after all, she had to live with them a little while longer anyway!
A particularly piercing scream penetrated the door of Diane's room, followed by laughter and the sound of the front door slamming. Outside, the loud noise of several cars starting up simultaneously rose in the night air.
A loud yell came from the living room:
"Sara ... they're gone ... leave those glasses alone ... we'll take care of them in the morning ... come on out here and talk to me!"
"I didn't think they'd go along to the Kit Kat," Diane whispered. "Fred's in one of his talking moods ... wants mother's ear exclusively ... among other things!"
"How are we going to hear them...?" Becky asked breathlessly.
"Oh, they'll probably go downstairs to the playroom in a few minutes ... so as not to wake me up ... That's where all the booze is ... and Fred wouldn't want to be too far away from that!"
"You sure don't sound like you like your stepfather very much!" Becky said, amazed at Diane's bitter tone.
"I wouldn't exactly call him likable...." Diane answered. "Anyway, once they're in the playroom there's a room right beside it that isn't used, kind of a storeroom and if we're real careful, we can sneak in there from the stairway once they're preoccupied and they always are! There's a blacked out window in the storeroom and an old day bed. We can sit on the bed and watch through the hole that I've already scratched in the glass!"
"WOW!" Becky said. "I don't believe it!"
"Wait 'til you see!" Diane answered.
About five minutes later, Diane realized that the house was so quiet that her mother and stepfather must have gone downstairs, and she and Becky tiptoed out into the living room. Diane went ahead, moving stealthily on the balls of her feet, and when she reached the door to the playroom she motioned Becky to stay behind her as the unmistakable sound of loud talking and arguing reached their ears.
Slowly Diane made her way down the stairs, followed by Becky who had decided to break and run should the least slipup occur. The stairway was hidden from the view of the main area of the playroom by a partition but the voices of Fred and Sara Compton became clearer and clearer as the girls descended. As they reached the bottom, the door to the storeroom gaped before them, its door half open and a little to the right of the stairwell. The bickering voices emanated from the left.
"Let me mix you another drink!" Fred said gruffly.
"No, Fred, I don't want any more to drink. Really, I have a headache, I think I just want to go to bed!"
"Women, you're all alike ... Just when a man wants to talk, you get sleepy! What's the matter, aren't you interested in what your husband has to say?"
"Oh, of course, I'm interested, Fred ... it's not that I'm not interested, it's just that it's late and I want to."
"Get some sleep ... I know ... That's all you ever do ... sleep!"
The sound of a glass crashing to the floor made both the girls almost jump out of their skins.
"Sony, my hand slipped...." Fred said. "Now, let me see, where was I ... two drinks...." There was the sound of liquid pouring and then ice being cracked from the tray.
"Come on," Diane whispered." He's over by the bar ... can't see us from there ... and mother's on the couch ... Come on!"
She pulled Becky along after her and in a second the two of them were standing inside the storeroom breathing heavily but quietly, while Diane pulled the door closed behind them.
Fred Compton poured two heavy glasses of bourbon, leaving a fraction of an inch at the top for water. The whiskey he'd been drinking all night was making him feel good. Most days he didn't start to feel like himself until he'd had a few drinks in his belly. It seemed to stabilize everything for him, make the world a livable place. That did it. That, plus the pills he took to wake up, made him a little strange by nighttime to those around him. But he himself felt elated, though the elation was interspersed with odd obsessions. like this business of Sara getting tired and having to go to bed just when he was getting started. She was lucky to have him out at the shore with her all summer, he thought ... not like most husbands who had to go into the city to work during the week! He left the running of his chain of TV repair and sales shops to his partner during the summer months, only going into the city to keep an occasional eye on things.
Fred took a long swig from his glass.
"Mmmmm, that's good booze!" he bellowed out, laughing at his imitation of Reginald Van Gleason. He caressed his big stomach lovingly as it shook with laughter and then he progressed slowly across the room toward his wife, who was sitting on the sofa fighting sleep.
"Here...." he said thrusting the glass in her hand. "Drink!"
Sara took the glass and began to sip from it. She was exhausted having been up all night with him the night before. But it looked as though there was no way out of it. Tonight was going to be one of his long nights. She could only hope that his mood would not suddenly shift to one of anger. She nervously brushed back her short pageboy length hair ... it was blonde ... the same color as her daughter Diane's. She was a small woman, attractive, but clearly highly nervous, a condition that was not ameliorated by her husband's nocturnal habits.
She looked up at him. Fred was standing above her looking down directly into her eyes. He had already started the familiar tirade about the natural inferiority of women. It was hard for her to sit still and listen to him say such things, but she had discovered, shortly after their marriage two year's before, that it was far better to sit through them than to argue with him. He did not allow the slightest divergence of opinion from his own. It drove him almost to apoplexy and once or twice he had struck her so hard that she'd thought she might have to seek medical attention. Yet, at other times, when he wasn't drinking, he could be surprisingly gentle, and it was at those times that she decided to try to stick it out with him. Not only because she had a genuine fondness for him, but for Diane's sake. The girl needed a father, and Fred at least provided for them.
"Hey, that was some pretty imagine fuckin' you were doing last night!" Fred suddenly blurted out. He had caught a glimpse of his wife's lace petticoat peeking out from the hem of her short skirt as she sat with her legs tucked under her on the sofa.
"Yeah...." he continued, "You're really perking up quite a bit!"
"Fred, please...." Sara started, blushing. She couldn't stand it when he talked like that. His sexual demands were beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible ... and each time he touched her she felt as though she was being possessed by a demon who was extracting from her her very life's blood. From the sheer persistence of his perverted rough manhandling, her body had begun to respond to him in spite of her original revulsion. It was a constant source of embarrassment to her, and she always felt ugly afterward.
"You always did have the prettiest legs in town, babe!" Fred declared, plopping his corpulent frame down beside Sara. His bulk almost dwarfed her as he loomed next to his wife.
"How about a feel?" he leered, almost drooling. "How's your pussy?"
"Oh!! " Sara gasped. She still couldn't get used to his vulgarity.
But there was no time to think about it ... Fred's hand was already sliding up and down on her legs. A giant tremor ran through her as Sara knew that the inevitable would follow. Ironically, she sensed that many women would be pleased to have so much sexual attention and might even consider her fortunate to have Fred for a husband, even if he was awfully difficult to live with. He tried moving higher and higher toward her thighs. She shifted slightly on the sofa, hoping to forestall the inevitable, but it only seemed to make her position worse, and Fred's other hand was now groping at her breasts, reaching inside her dress and boldly searching out one of her nipples and squeezing it.
"Eeeeeeeeek!" she squealed, and immediately afterward, "Aaaaaaaaah!"
Fred's pudgy fingers had found the niche beyond her panties at the top of her thighs between her tightly pressed together legs.
"Spread em!" he said, breathing heavily in her ear. His thick tongue poking out to swirl wetly inside the shell-like surface.
"Fred ... please won't you try to be a little more ... more...."
"Be a little more gentle, Fred ... oh, Fred, don't!" Fred mimicked his wife's voice in a harsh shrill tone and wormed his fingers around among the soft smooth folds in the soft, hairy split between Sara's legs. His fingers rubbed brusquely against the delicate moist tissue, creating a grating friction that caused Sara to cry out again.
"I said, spread em...." he commanded, jerking his fingers about painfully along the indented line of her pussy.
Sara felt a sinking in the bottom of her stomach as Fred grabbed her, forcing her back on the sofa, his hand rising and falling inside her panties, fumbling savagely about in her crotch. He forced his mouth down on hers, sticking his tongue as far back as it would reach, and at the same time his enormous weight crushed down on her, making it impossible for her to move.
"Don't you like it when I feel your pussy ... honey," he breathed between kisses...."Don't you like it, huh? ... how about that? ... doesn't that feel nice?...."
His fingers slipped into the tightness of Sara's vagina sneaking up higher and higher. "Oh, baby ... I know that feels good!"
* * *
Becky and Diane clung close together on the sofa in the storeroom. They had to huddle together in order to see out of the thin slit scratched in the painted glass, through which they could see everything that was going on. They were both trembling with fear. Becky could not believe the audacity of what they were doing ... but most of all she was shocked by the lewd scene that was taking place. Diane's father seemed so fat and so ... ugly ... she hesitated to use the word even in her own mind. But yes, it was true, he was the ugliest looking and ugliest acting person she had ever seen.
"Oh, Diane," she whispered, "Your poor mother!"
"Wait ... you'll see...." Diane said mysteriously.
* * *
"NONONONONONONONO!" Sara muttered trying to shake her mouth free from Fred's. She could feel his stomach nudging obscenely against her torso and underneath, the stiffening thick cock that pushed against her own belly. The same old feelings began to take hold of her but she struggled desperately against them. The plunder of his fingers in her moistened genitals made her jerk her entire body backwards only to find she was being drawn forward again and that his hand had increased its frenzied manipulations. , He was pulling at her clothes, tugging the top of her dress from her shoulders, baring to his mouth one perfectly rounded breast with its large red nipple already pointed and hard. Hungrily, he took it between his lips and began to suck at it so hard that he succeeded in getting about half of the soft fleshy mound of her tit in his mouth. He rolled the tip around on his tongue like a marble, growling his pleasure as he did so.
"Oh, Fred, please ... Fred, please!" Sara pleaded, but it was no use. The pressure coming from so many sensitive points was too much for her.
"Come on...." Fred said suddenly. "Get out of those clothes." He removed part of his corpulence from his wife's slender body, allowing her to slip out from underneath him.
Trembling, Sara stood up and began removing her clothes. She unzipped the back zipper of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse came off easily over her head. Without bothering to shake her hair back into place Sara began to remove her frilly half slip with the lace edging. She stepped out of it aware of the eyes of her husband upon her, like hot coals burning their way into her exposed flesh.
Fred sat on the sofa and gulped back his whiskey.
"Leave on the stockings ... off with the panties." he cried, one hand reaching for the upright instrument that throbbed inside his extra large trousers.
Sara stood still before him, her face crimson with shame. He was making her do something she didn't want to do. And yet somehow it was degradingly wonderful to do it. This was the part she could scarcely admit to herself. The tremors of excitement that were racing through every pore of her tingling flesh were forbidden ... were some part of her that was wicked, evil even ... responding to the evil within her husband. Because she was aware of the humiliation he was about to heap on her. Each time it was always a little worse ... and conversely, a little better!
She watched aghast as Fred unzipped the large zipper of his fly, and stuck his hand inside. When he brought it back out, he was grasping a hard, lust-swollen mass, like some huge snake out of water. It was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen.
Becky stifled a squeal as Fred's thick, angry-looking cock jumped into view. Diane rapidly clamped her hand over her friend's mouth to insure her silence.
"SSSSSSSsssh!" she cautioned. "Can you imagine what would happen if they caught us!"
Becky lapsed into stunned silence. It seemed she could hear her heart beating, thumping loudly in the tiny storeroom, and that anyone with ears could hear it.
Sara tried to recall a more peaceful time ... with her late first husband for example ... she could not remember ever having laid eyes on his sexual organs. They had each undressed modestly in the dressing room each night, appearing to each other only fully clothed in night garments. And as for lovemaking ... that had happened beneath the covers, and only in total darkness. A far cry from the bright lights of the playroom and Fred's leering face. ... A far cry from the lewd spectacle of his thick prick sticking up out of his trousers as he reclined on the sofa like some huge horned toad.
The clasp on her bra came undone with a tug of her fingers and her breasts were freed to her husband's continuous stare. He was now massaging his large cock slowly pulling the thick foreskin up over the bulbous tip, only to slide it back down again until his hardened member arched and swelled ominously.
"Come on ... come on over there!" he commanded.
She knew from the tone of his voice that he was anxious to begin now. His voice always got that tightness in it. She stepped forward one step and then two. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over onto him. He caught her by the thighs and lifting her up, spread them on either side of his firmly planted legs.
"AAeeeeeeeeh!" Sara screamed as she felt the ligaments in her legs being forced wider apart than they normally would go. But there was no sense in struggling ... already she could feel the hard rubbery tip of Fred's cock sticking and rubbing against her widely split pussy. The elastic of the black garter belt that she wore stretched to its utmost as Sara's legs were split open into an almost inhuman position.
"Fred ... I can't do this ... let me put my legs together ... Fred!"
But Fred had now buried his head in the swinging mounds of Sara's breasts and she could hear his breath, strange, dog-like pants as he jiggled her lower body around to position it onto his rampant cock. His thrust took her breath away. The rock-hard instrument traveled quickly and without the slightest pause, tunneling like a freight train up into the moist and vulnerable depths of her cunt, rolling the smooth clasping walls of helpless pussy flesh mercilessly before it.
"AAAAAAAAYA A!" he yelled and it sounded like a karate cry to Sara's ears.
"Oh, good, honey ... tight like a baby cunt. ... come on, fuck me ... fuck back ... fuck me good!...." He began a series of staccato movements wriggling his huge shape about, pushing up and pulling back so that his giant cock smashed into Sara's defenseless pussy grazing thickly against the humid dark walls of her secret feminine passage.
"Come on, honey ... say it ... do it to me ... come on, do it!" And Sara, like some a helpless uncontrolled mannequin, began to gyrate lewdly around the advancing pole of hardness that filled her gaping cuntal hole so completely.
"Uuuuuuuuuugh!" she grunted, feeling its heat spread within her tortured loins. "OOOOOooooooooooh!" It was coming loose now, she knew ... everything was falling apart.
It felt soooooo ... "Oh, Fred," she cried---
"Fred, darling ... oh, Fred, I love you ... do it to ... do it to me....! "
"Tell me you love me to fuck your little cunt!"
"Oh, Fred ... I love you to ... to fuck my little cunt!" she mimicked, half out of her mind from the ecstasy of the huge cock churning around and around in the hot tunnel of her cunt.
Tears of passion streamed down her face as the sensations became more and more acute. Her hips executed a lewd choreography against his heaving paunch. The pain of her widely spread thighs was gone, only pleasure existed, total, mind releasing pleasure, and she howled her joy to the ceiling.
Together their passionate noises mingled in a hideous caterwauling that seemed to the listening girls to be shaking the entire room.
Becky and Diane looked at each other in the darkness. The whites of their eyes gleamed and all they could see of each other was a gray shadowy form. But they clung to one another for support, their young bodies pressed close together.
"Oh, Fred ... harder, harder. ... Fred ... More ... More!"
Becky was astounded at the change in Diane's mother. Then she realized that that must have been what Diane meant before ... her mother really wanted him to do those things to her ... speak those words. Why she was saying them herself now, and loving every minute of her torment!
When Diane's hand slipped up Becky's thigh, Becky felt a violent thrill run through her. The idea of sitting in that dark little room and watching such a lewd private performance had set all of her nerves on edge and the touch of Diane's fingers seemed very personal ... more than just friendly, it awakened something that matched the excitement that Fred and Sara were feeling.
She wasn't really surprised when the hand went up still further and pressed itself thin so that it would slip under the leg band of her tight flimsy shorts. Becky remained completely still, holding her breath and letting the exploring fingers creep slowly into the moist area of her pussy. It felt surprisingly good, and although it was a little puzzling, it didn't really seem to matter, now ... not there in that little room, not when they were seeing such lewd, exciting things!
"Oh!" she gasped as Diane's finger slid over her budding clitoris. And then, "Oh!" again as Diane repeated the flicking motion.
"Pretend I'm Kevin!" Diane whispered. "OK?"
Becky sighed her answer for Diane's fingers were tracing such marvelous circles along the pink sensitive edges of her young hair-lined pussy, that it was hard for her to catch her breath. Then, Diane's words brought the image of Kevin to her mind, and there in the dark, it was Kevin touching her there in that private secret place. Yet it was alright, perfectly alright, because it wasn't really Kevin ... it was Diane!
"Let me do it to you, too...." Becky breathed, one eye still trained on the performing duo in the playroom. Fred had Diane's mother on her back down on the couch now, her legs locked around his back and he was drubbing into her open cunt like crazy, the ripples of his fat shaking like gelatin as he huffed and puffed over her writhing body.
Becky's hand moved to find the blonde silky triangle that nestled between her friend's slender thighs. She found it quickly and immediately set about giving her friend the same pleasure she was receiving. She found it interesting to discover how pleased she was when Diane began to utter small moans of pleasure at her inexperienced manipulations. Becky didn't know just what to do, but whatever she was doing, she knew that it must be alright, for the two of them had managed a nice steady rhythm between them now, finally slipping down to the old sofa to allow better access to each other's damp and excited young genitals.
"You pretend I'm someone too ... someone nice!" Becky whispered, her fingers encountering Diane's swollen labia and beginning a steady up and down motion among the soft wet folds.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... It's wonderful!" Diane sighed.
"Yesssssss...." Becky replied.
"Come on, honey ... I want to slide it in so far, it comes out your mouth ... lift your ass up more!" Diane's stepfather cried out in the other room. Almost hysterical, Sara scooted up trying to raise herself higher in order to get more of Fred's driving penis into her straining vagina.
Fred opened the refrigerator door and extracted a cold can of beer. The top snapped open when pried by his pudgy fingers and he rapidly put his mouth down to catch the spouting foam.
"Little bitches," he thought. "Down there in the storeroom watching ... little perverts!"
He had looked up from his drink last night after his session with Sara. She was still sprawled on the couch, out of it, but he'd felt the need for another drink. But something had made him look up from his glass ... was it a noise, he wondered or just a feeling. In any case, he had been just in time to see Becky tiptoeing after Diane, hurriedly climbing the steps to the first floor. He saw part of Diane, recognizing the blouse she wore before she disappeared behind the stairwell partition. But he had seen Becky clearly, quite clearly indeed.
Fred took his beer to the living room couch and sat down heavily, swigging it back.
"Damn, it's hot...." he said. "Might as well be in the city! Hottest summer yet out here!" It had taken him a little while to remember just who Becky was. ... She had changed quite a bit since last year ... but he remembered her as the skinny little kid that Diane used to play with all the time. "She sure did grow a set of boobs since last summer," he mused.
All night long and most of the morning, except for a few hours during which he had finally fallen asleep, Fred stewed over the incident. He knew he was going to have to do something about it, but he wasn't sure just what. If he touched Diane, he knew there'd be hell to pay from her mother and he didn't want to have to go through that! What he wanted to do was to break into Diane's room and beat the both of them until they begged for mercy. But he had controlled himself ... knowing he would eventually think of something more satisfying to his psyche. He had settled for peering into Diane's room in the early hours of the morning. He had seen them hugging close to each other in sleep, light snores issuing from their parted lips.
Becky's long black hair was strewn over the pillow and Diane was nestled close to Becky's breast. They were both naked, he could swear from his viewpoint at the door, but he cursed to himself because he couldn't see anything. Eventually he had closed the door and gone back downstairs to the playroom. Sara had gone up to bed, so he didn't have the bother of dealing with her.
As he sat in the living room Fred recalled how he had sat drinking in the playroom until dawn ... and his cock gave a slight twitch as he remembered the fantasy he'd had down there, and how he'd finally jerked off thinking of the two of them watching while he screwed Sara, thinking of the two of them hugging each other in bed.
"Damn!" Fred tossed the empty beer can across the room, narrowly missing the wastepaper basket he had half-heartedly aimed at. He stood up and walked toward the door. He had decided what had to be done.
"Serve her right," he thought, "perverting my kid ... Serve her right."
Fred roamed about the beach clad in his light cotton shirt and a pair of baggy pants. He was too big for a bathing suit, he knew. Mainly he didn't like the snickers he could always overhear anytime he wore anything that exposed more of his body than usual.
He knew that Diane had gone to town to do some shopping with her mother, so he figured that Becky would be alone somewhere. But where? He'd already looked all over the beach, and he couldn't very well go to her house. He didn't know her parents although he figured they were the imagine sort ... too snooty to hang out with his kind of people!
Fred grunted, disgruntled and out of breath, squinting into the sun, scanning the beach once more. Disappointed, he turned, prepared to go back to his house. But as he began his heavy journey along the boardwalk, he remembered the store down by the bay where he'd seen a lot of kids hanging out. He continued on past his house, and headed toward the bay. As he approached the area, his heart began to beat faster. He was sure she'd be down here ... if not now, he'd catch her later in the day! He rounded a bend in the walk, and paused momentarily behind a thick hedge.
In the distance he could see several youths standing in front of the store, drinking sodas and laughing. Immediately his throat constricted with resentment. He resented their youth, their good looks, everything about them.
"Cocky kids!" he said aloud to himself. But then he had spotted Becky standing off to the side with a blonde boy. She was wearing the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, and she sure could fill it out! He smiled to himself as he thought that soon his hands would be on those plump tits of hers, and he'd get inside her panties too and do whatever he wanted to her and she'd like it too, goddammit!
He watched fascinated as Kevin flirted with Becky. Through his mind ran all sorts of weird images, and his penis felt stiff and hard against his belly. His hand went down to rub it as he visualized Becky with her legs widespread and her ankles locked up around his neck, screaming and begging for more.
His eyes were tiny slits of lust when he drew his breath in sharply. Kevin and Becky were parting. Kevin started walking in the opposite direction. But luck was with him. Becky was coming straight toward him!
Becky was pleased. She walked with a light and springy step, intending to go home and change. Somehow the fact that she and Diane had done what they'd done made her feel much more adult than before. She had a companion in curiosity at least, someone who knew a little bit more than she. Certainly a lot of the things that had been bothering her before didn't seem to matter as much now. She felt on top of the whole situation ... the whole thing about sex and parents was something she could control in her own mind, not something completely mysterious as it had seemed before. Besides, today, Kevin had been so attentive to her, so sweet, she had almost forgotten the tribulations she had so recently gone through. She was humming a little tune to herself, thinking about the date Kevin had made with her for Wednesday. She wondered how it would be to go out with him ... to dance with him ... maybe to kiss him.
"Hello, Becky...." Fred moved his enormous bulk out onto the walk in front of Becky's bikini clad figure.
Becky jumped back almost a foot and held back a scream. The sight of Diane's father in broad daylight after what she had seen him doing the night before was hardly a reassuring one.
"Don't be afraid, honey...." Fred growled. "I just want to have a little talk with you ... come on now ... let's just keep on walking. We don't want anybody to think anything's wrong, do we?" Becky tried to pull away, but Fred's arm wound into hers and he pulled her along beside him.
"Who's your boyfriend...?" he began.
Becky remained silent. Fear had frozen any words she might have spoken ... but inside her head a million thoughts raced around. Should she scream and tly to pull away again she wondered? What on earth could he want with her. ... Did he know she had seen him? DID HE KNOW SHE HAD WATCHED HIM FUCKING HIS WIFE SILLY THE NIGHT BEFORE?
"You fucking him?" came the question.
DID HE KNOW? Everything seemed to point to the fact that he did. Why else would he be using such crude language with her, talking to her as though he knew her well, intimately even, when she hadn't even seen him since last summer, and then only briefly.
HE KNOWS! With the hideous sensation of falling that comes with complete and total entrapment, Becky knew that she had been caught.
"I asked you if you're fuckin' him ... you gonna answer yes, or no?"
"No!" Becky exploded. "No! Of course not!" She looked about her desperately, but there was no one around at that hour ... most people were at the beach. They were still walking although she dragged her feet, and Becky found it more and more difficult to remain as close to Fred's fat body as the narrow boardwalk necessitated.
"You know that you and I have got to have a little talk ... just you and me ... I'll deal with Diane later."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she lied.
"Maybe your mother and father would like to know...." Fred said, "Since you don't!"
"You're crazy!" Becky whimpered out. "What are you talking about?"
Fred stopped and turned her young voluptuous body around to face him. His big stomach jutted out, brushing obscenely against her bosom as he held her arms tightly, pinching the soft flesh between his fingers.
"Cut the shit, honey. You'll come tonight down by the Pines where the empty shack is and we'll straighten the whole thing out there. Otherwise I'll come to your house tonight and have a talk with your parents."
Becky stood gaping at the ugly sweating face that peered nearsightedly into hers. It seemed like some horror movie she had seen once ... it seemed absurd ... and yet it was real ... really happening to her.
He gave her another shake for good measure.
"Nine tonight!" he ordered. "You be there."
He released Becky, and laughed as he watched her run pell-mell down the boardwalk.
"See you tonight!" he bellowed after her.
What a sweet little ass ... he muttered to himself under his breath. Wait 'til I get my hands on it!
* * *
"Aren't you going out tonight?" Becky asked her mother. Alice finished mixing herself another gin and tonic and sat back down in the living room.
"No, sweetheart. Your father and I are staying home tonight. I don't think we're going out at all ... Why?"
"Well," Becky fumed, "You're usually going to some darned old party ... how come you're staying home tonight?"
"Now listen young lady," Alice began. ... "First of all, don't you talk to me like that. ... I'm your mother you know ... and I don't have to answer to you! "
"Oh, forget it, MOM!" Becky yelled and slammed out the door. She listened to hear if her mother would call her back in. But there was silence from the house.
"Damn her!" Becky cursed. "Damn her anyway!"
It was about 8:30 and Becky was on pins and needles. All that talk about coming to tell my parents! she thought. He wouldn't dare! And yet a few minutes after she had decided that, she wasn't so sure. Diane's father was a very strange man, she knew that for sure! He was likely to do most anything! The last thing she needed at home now was something like that ... something to make her mother and father do something drastic ... like sending her away to some strict girls' school ... they weren't above that, she knew.
"Oh, god," she thought, "If only I were older, I'd know what to do. At least if I were older I could just leave home!"
She walked slowly along the beach, scarcely noticing that she was drawing nearer to the deserted shack in the pines. But when she was in sight of it, she abruptly sat down on the sand.
"I'll just sit here and wait until I see him go in," she thought. And then tears came to her eyes and she was sobbing in her arms, clasping her knees close to her chest. "What does he want from me?" she sobbed. "What will he do to me? Maybe he only wants to chew me out! ... Maybe he wants to spank me." Diane had told her that Fred often got his kicks from spanking her mother. "Well, I could stand that," she thought ... "If that's all he did ... but what if ... what if....? "
She didn't have time to finish the thought. Behind her on the beach loomed an enormous shadow, and Fred bent over swiftly and covered Becky's mouth with his hand. Lifting her up from the sand, he bent one arm behind her and walked her struggling all the way, toward the shack.
"Yes, I can be amazingly quiet for such a big fellow!" he chuckled into her ear.
He kicked open the door to the shack and closed it behind them. Inside, all was total darkness. Becky tried desperately to focus her eyes, as though her plight would be bettered by seeing her surroundings. Slowly her eyes became accustomed to the dimness and she could see that the one room shack was filled with rubble from other nocturnal visitors, but there seemed to be some sort of soft rush mats on the floor.
"Don't be frightened," Fred said. "We'll just light a candle and then we'll talk. Sit down." He released her, and pointed out a small wooden chair in a corner of the room. Then he fished in his pocket and brought out a small candle which he lit with a match, placing it on a broken plate which had apparently been used for the same purpose before.
The flickering flame played about the room as Becky sat terrified in her chair. She looked at his towering hulk of a body, as he licked his lips suddenly and moved closer toward her.
"Wh ... what do you want. ... I wasn't coming here you know. There wasn't any reason for me to come!"
Fred stopped and let one end of his lip curl up in a sneer. He continued moving toward Becky until he had effectively blocked off all means of escape from the corner. Boldly, he placed his hands on her two breasts where they protruded from her sweatshirt.
"NO!" Becky screamed, jumping backwards and feeling the chair slipping from under her. "No ... don't touch me ... monster!"
"You're quite a catch, you know," Diane's stepfather murmured, moving in on her. With one hand he righted the chair, setting her sprawling, defensive body straight. His hands groped quickly everyplace he could touch quickly, as he ignored her screams and fended off her nails.
"I'd advise that you cooperate ... I could make things very sticky for you at home. Especially when I tell them about you and that boy fucking in my basement and about you spying on my wife and me in the privacy of our own home! And maybe I can think up a few other choice things while I'm at it ... BUT YOU DID SPY ON US, DIDN'T YOU ... YOU DID ... ADMIT IT! I SAW YOUR LITTLE ASS WAGGING OUT OF THE STOREROOM!"
His hand had groped down to her firm young buttocks, cupping them and molding them like he was kneading soft, resilient dough.
"YES ... YES!" she screamed. "YES, I'M SORRY. YES!"
"Well, didn't you like it? ... Didn't it turn you on?...." His hands were moving forward now, falling in the tight crevice formed by her Levis, slipping into the hot area between her full young legs.
Becky could feel him devouring her with his eyes, and his hands felt like crabs scuttling all over her. Nausea mounted in her throat as he wheezed his whiskey breath into her face.
Then his arms were enfolding her, his face moving over her face, tongue out, slipping wetly along her eyelids, her nose, her lips, sticking hard into her mouth. She could hardly breathe. It was ghastly. He had hold of her now, and she knew that there was nothing much she could do to prevent what was going to happen. Had she herself caused it to happen? she wondered vaguely. Was she to blame? And then his large, whale-shaped torso was pushing, pushing her down, letting them both down to the littered floor of the shack. She fought bravely, struggling against his greater strength, scratching at his back, trying for his eyes. She had read about using her knee, but his weight was too heavy on her now that she could not move her leg. Even if she had been able to use it, it was hard to tell just what was what on the amorphous form that pinned her down. Her head was swimming and she found herself praying that she would faint, but it didn't happen. Instead, her hysteria climbed higher and higher, and a fear ... fear that he would kill her began to form in the depths of her mind.
She was flat on the floor on her back now and he was squirming over her, covering her small body completely with his, his mouth on hers to prevent her screams from becoming too loud. Becky thought that her ribs would be crushed, that she would suffocate under him, that these were her last moments of life. It seemed too ridiculous to be true, and yet....
"Oh, God," she thought ... "Don't let him kill me!"
Then she felt her Levis being pulled down. The buttons had been undone, and she'd hardly noticed. Now they were going down over her soft white belly, over her smooth rounded young hips, down and her panties along with them. ... Yet, it hardly seemed to matter now. Now that she was completely at the mercy of her girl friend's stepfather ... if only he would rape her and let her go she knew she would be grateful. ... grateful to be out from under him ... to have survived this horrible ordeal. The taste of his mouth on hers was heavy, and somehow too wet. Nasty wet. And now his hands were manipulating her legs, tearing at them, pulling. ... Then a solid block of wood, or something like wood ... no it was warmer than that ... but so hard ... so hard ... it was pushing at the entrance of her tender young vagina hard, crashing into her and he was grunting into her face, grunting obscenities....
"MMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" she groaned as Fred's thick cock found the tight virginal hole and parting the soft, sparse young pubic hair, forced its way inside. He paused, and then ... "NNNNNNNNNGH!" Again he pushed, this time sliding a little bit further. Then he began to push with a steady rhythm, creating fiery pain with each motion. Pain like she had never felt before. And slowly, ever so slowly, the rock-hard prick wormed deeper and deeper into Becky's tiny, virginal vagina. She was screaming and screaming and yet she knew the sounds weren't coming out loud enough. Her hands tried to reach him to get him away, but he held her arms down so efficiently that she was unable to move them an inch. His weight was unbearable! The inflamed hole between her legs was being filled ... completely filled with his swollen prick and it felt like someone had shoved a telephone pole between her legs, splinters and all. There was no reality to the situation, she knew. It was clear now that this pain she was feeling, this man groveling all over her, jerking about on top of her ... all this was a part of some other world, a nightmarish world to which she didn't belong. It was all some dreadful mistake!
Furiously Fred continued to skewer into her, until finally he let out a bellow like the mating call of a moose. She felt so tight, so warm, her hot little cunt's young flesh squeezing against his cock in involuntary spasms.
"Aaaaaaaaa ... ah, yeah ... ah, yeah ... honey, git it! YEAHHHHHHHH!" He fell forward crushing Becky beneath his weight, still moaning his pleasure, muttering to himself, close to Becky's ear.
"I've never had a virgin before-never!"
CHAPTER 5
"Aren't you ever coming out of that shower?" Alice called into the bathroom, trying to shout above the sound of rushing water.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Becky screamed back as she rubbed the soap over her glistening wet body again. Every day now since it had happened, she had spent as much time as possible trying to cleanse her body from the now invisible marks of the ravaging that her friend Diane's father had subjected her to. But she still felt dirty ... and at night, she could relive his touches crawling over her sensitive skin. The soreness between her legs was slowly fading away, but she felt that she'd never be the same again ... she was changed.
Becky stepped out of the shower and reached for a large white towel that hung by the door. Her womanly body, all breasts, hips and thighs, appeared before her in the mirror and she wondered if she was the only one who could tell the difference.
"I'm not a virgin!" she said aloud, savoring the feel of the words. "But why did it have to happen that way?" She remembered scrambling up and away from Fred Compton's spent body, the moment he had rolled over to the side. His big prick, by then flabby and deflated had slipped from her torn vaginal passage and dangled for one awful moment beside her bare thigh, and then she was up-quickly and running fast as she could. Instinct had made her grab her levis from the floor where Fred had thrown them a few feet from the spot where it all had happened. She had run half-naked along the beach until she was quite sure he wasn't following her, and then and only then had she dared to stop and put on her pants. Knowing that her under pants were left back there in the shack, she could only be grateful that she was alive, and that she had something to cover up her nakedness.
Now it was already Wednesday and she had studiously avoided any contact with Diane. How could she tell her? How could she tell anyone for that matter? It was something she had to live with. ... But living with it during the day had turned out to be easier than living with it at night. At night it happened over and over in her mind, both before she fell asleep and after in her dreams.
"Becky! Will you come out and answer the phone ... it's for you!" Alice cried, about to lose her temper.
Becky opened the door and looked out. She tied her robe around her slender waist and started down the hall.
"For me? ... Who is it? ... If it's Diane, tell her I'm not here...."
"It's a boy!"
"Kevin ... hello." Becky whispered, out of breath from running to the phone. She had not forgotten him, only pushed him far to the back of her mind. How could she cope with her feelings about him when she had so many conflicting physical and emotional reactions ricocheting around inside her?
"Am I going to see you tonight?...." Kevin asked. "You haven't been at the beach so I asked Diane for your number."
"Tonight?" Becky asked, trying to balance everything in her mind. "Tonight ... yes, of course, I'll see you ... of course!"
The sea breeze washed over them as they walked hand in hand along the beach ... it was almost as wet as the water itself.
"You look better every time I see you," he said bending close to Becky's face.
"Thank you...." Becky felt the effects of the beers they'd drunk at the tavern whirling about in her stomach. They hadn't even asked for I.D. so she'd had three of them. She felt wonderful ... It was the first time she'd actually laughed in days ... And Kevin was being so sweet to her. It was almost making her forget what had happened. Almost, but not quite. Becky saw that they had reached the dock where several boats were moored.
"There's Swen's boat-he's a buddy of mine. ... Would you like to go for a ride?" Kevin asked.
"At night? ... I mean now...? "she asked, uncertain about the whole thing.
"Why not ... you got to be home at any special time?"
"No, of course not!" Becky bristled. "I make my own time!"
"Pretty grown up aren't you?" Kevin smiled. They had reached the end of the dock and Kevin jumped down into a small boat that was covered with a tarpaulin. After uncovering it, he raised his hand to Becky.
"Come on down ... It's nice down here...."
Becky climbed in beside him, and soon they were racing out over the bay, the sound of the motor loud in their ears and a glistening black wake of water streaming out behind them.
Kevin cast occasional glances at Becky as she sat silently beside him, her hair streaming out in the wind, one hand clutching her sweater close to her throat against the cold.
"How old are you, anyway?" Kevin asked finally, shouting the words over the roar of the motor.
"How old are you?" she bantered.
"I'll be nineteen next month," Kevin replied...."Now you answer. ... "
Becky tried to control the shock that she felt ... she had thought Kevin to be about seventeen ... maybe going on eighteen ... but she really hadn't thought about it. Now that she knew, it seemed very strange to be going out with someone so much older than she. Her mother would have a fit if she knew......
She giggled suddenly and then burst out laughing. The whole thing was very funny! "Well, I may be young," she thought. ... "But at least I've had experience. ... "
"I'm fifteen Kevin...." she spoke up boldly...." And I won't be sixteen until this fall ... Do you like younger girls?"
Kevin thought for a long while without answering. So far he had found little that he didn't like about Becky. She was different. Shy one minute, bold the next. The fact that she was only fifteen was a slight annoyance ... but one that he could deal with. He already knew that mentally, at least, she was much older than her age. On impulse, he turned the steering wheel sharply to the right, tilting the boat as he turned it toward the island.
"Have you ever been to The Island?" he asked.
"No ... no, I haven't." But Becky knew what it meant ... she knew immediately why he was taking her there. It was a place that boys with boats took girls so that they could make love without being disturbed. The island was small and uninhabited and at night most people one encountered there were there for the same reason.
As the boat slowed, approaching the shore, Becky tried to resolve her conflicting thoughts ... Could she? ... should she let him take her there? ... did she want to? ... after all, it was no longer a question of it being the first time ... and still, lingering doubts plagued her. How would he feel about her if she let him...?????
But the boat was already coming to a bumping stop on the sandy shore of the small island. There was utter silence punctuated by the sound of the waves lapping at the boat bottom.
"O.K.? " Kevin asked.
"O.K." Becky answered, knowing that the words were in some sense sealing her fate. But a combination of the beer and her new sense of freedom had given her a bravado that she hoped would last her through the evening. They walked into the interior of the island, away from the marshy land near the water. Harbored from the wind, the night became softer and warmer. Fallen branches and twigs snapped with a comforting sound beneath their feet.
Without knowing just when it would happen, Becky knew that Kevin was going to take her in his arms and kiss her. Her heart skipped a beat as the sure knowledge created a reaction in her body prior to the event itself. Her hand was filled with electricity that seemed to flow from his. It moved up along her arm and spread through her rapidly until everything was tingling with anticipation.
Then it happened. Kevin stopped and drew her towards him, his hands circling her waist. As their lips met, so did their bodies and Becky thought she would pass out from the unbelievable explosions that took place where her soft round shape pressed tightly against his hardness.
Then something changed and she became frightened of the new feeling, frightened because of the pain she had felt before......
"No!" she begged, pulling away from him...."Oh, no ... Kevin, we mustn't ... I ... I can't!"
But it was as though she hadn't said a word, Kevin pulled her gently back to him, and kissed her again, this time, inserting his tongue between her lips, until he could feel her tongue wet and warm in the dark interior of her mouth. His hands moved along her back, sliding up and down, and pulling her still closer with increasingly powerful massage-like motions that made her feel completely at his mercy.
How would she ever have the strength to resist him? She groaned as his hands moved under her sweater and up to the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were smashed against his chest, and they felt alive like they'd never felt before ... the tips were jutting into the material of her bra making them feel itchy and irritable and the tingling was all over her, running around in her belly, her thighs, up the backs of her long legs, and in between them it was beginning to feel prickly and moist.
The clasp was undone, swiftly and easily, and Becky felt Kevin's hands move around her on either side, touching and sliding over the skin that had so recently been covered by the side straps of the bra. His hand slid under, cupping her heavy breasts as though weighing them and his tongue never ceased its constant seesawing into her mouth.
Becky groaned again, this time unable to contain herself. She moved a little against him and he took the opportunity to raise his hands to her stiffly pointed nipples. Taking them between his fingers he rolled them and pinched them softly, slowly.
Becky broke away again...."Oh, no, Kevin ... Oh, please...." But Kevin came after her again, this time, pulling her down with him to the soft ground amid the low shrubbery.
"No...." she muttered all the way down. "No. ... I can't!"
But suddenly she was lying flat on her back and Kevin's entire body was pressing flat against hers. HE WAS ON TOP OF HER!
Her weakened resistance left her limp and breathless beneath him and she hardly had the strength to continue her half-hearted struggling. His leg was inserted between her thighs, and her short skirt that she had worn that night instead of her usual dungarees rose above her hips. His groin was pressing against hers, and the hardness of his cock nudged into her lower belly.
"Oh, honey, you feel so good...." Kevin breathed, his lips tracing invisible lines along her cheek from her ear to her mouth.
"Oh, Kevin ... darling...." she panted ... "Darling...." Above her she could see the tiny leaves of the trees and shrubs that surrounded them, and as Kevin's hand moved up higher on her bare leg, the pattern seemed to merge, and finally disappeared altogether when she closed her eyes and uttered a low moan.
"Oooooooooh!" she jerked a bit as Kevin's fingers rose up into the damp between her young thighs, beneath the panties' elastic leg band. His hands continued working as Becky began to squirm beneath his pressuring body.
She couldn't help it! She started writhing back against his fingers. He was breathing harshly against her, while his fingers dipped into her softly fuzzed vaginal slit, teasing, stroking, brushing up and down with maddening persistence.
Then she felt the heat of something warm and smooth against, her leg. It was big and hot and throbbing. His hand moved slowly now in her tingling cunt, all his fingers moistened by her flowing sex juices.
"Oooooooooh!" she cried again...."We shouldn't ... we shouldn't." But her voice was so faint that it was clear to both of them that she was really saying "We shouldn't ... but we must!"
Kevin's fingers searched out the tiny opening of Becky's vagina, easing down to its secret place, and then his finger rushed up as far as it could into the warm, moist cavern.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh!" Becky felt his finger burrowing deeper and deeper. She began to groan loudly, her head tossing from side to side, her buttocks tightening involuntarily as she raised her pelvis up to meet him. IT WAS TOO GOOD! BECKY KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO STOP HIM ... IT DIDN'T HURT ONE BIT ... AND SHE WAS GOING TO GO THROUGH WITH IT ... THE WHOLE THING ... SHE WANTED HIM TOO BADLY TO STOP HIM....
"Oh, god!" she moaned aloud, as she felt Kevin moving up onto her ... his hot penis bobbing against her thigh.
Kevin moved his head down to the opening of her sweater, and began to softly lick the protruding mound of her breast, while at the same time one hand began to slip her panties down from her hips, the other continuing its assault on the soft hair-lined edges of her vagina.
She found herself helping him, by raising her hips at the right moment so that the flimsy white panties slid off easily and her quivering pussy was exposed to the fresh breeze that blew in from the bay. It was also nakedly exposed to the chunky, blood-filled head of Kevin's cock as he lay now between her slightly spread legs.
Kevin eased his hand from the moist confines of Becky's pussy, extricating his fingers slowly, letting them wind about the tendrils of soft dark pubic hair that surrounded her soft inner lips. His thumb scraped up along the pointed nib of her clitoris, and with a small cry of pleasure, Becky knew that she had lost whatever small amount of resistance she'd possessed.
"Darling!" she moaned into his ear...."Oh, yes ... yes!"
Kevin's thick cock was pushing at the newly enlarged entrance of her sensitive pussy, and then the entire head slipped inside the tight ring of flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Every portion of her being went out to him, her arms folding around his neck, bringing his lips closer to hers ... Her mouth attacked his with a wild frenzy, and her legs went up and around his back, forcing the long pole of his cock deep into the warm, slippery recesses of her clasping pussy.
"Oh ... Kevin ... Kevin ... Honey, Honey ... Ah! Ah!" she moaned as lewd flames of desire enveloped her, making her surrender completely to the wondrous thrills mushrooming from her besieged vagina to every part of her body. The repugnance she had felt with her first real sexual encounter was completely forgotten as the mere thought of the young god who was making love to her sent chill after chill racing up and down her spine.
She felt like an animal, clawing, climbing, reaching for him, trying to get more and more of him inside her. She felt that she could go on forever like that, receiving the magnificent buffeting of Kevin's hard-thrusting penis. It advanced at a breakneck pace, rushing into the softness of her vaginal slit and then shooting up to the end of the tight, now unresisting tunnel, then retreating so that only the knob of the head was inserted in the narrow opening, only to barrel train-like back in again.
IT WAS WONDERFUL! Small mewls of delight escaped her lips as she felt herself crushed beneath the hard muscular body. Her features went through a complete metamorphosis, changing into the face of a she-cat mating with a dominant Tom. Perspiration beaded her forehead as the delicious lovemaking continued, and she was rocketed to greater and greater heights of lust.
Kevin's hands slipped beneath her wriggling buttocks holding the curvaceous moons of her ass in a firm grip, manipulating the tight, tender slit around his stroking prick.
"Oh, baby...." he gasped. Suddenly quickening his stroke...."Oh, Becky...." His cock struck hot and deep like a stabbing poker, pulsing and throbbing as the sucking muscles of her cunt milked him for all he was worth. The pounding of their loins against each other created a wet, lewd slapping noise that was inaudible to them, but that nevertheless echoed wildly throughout the wooded area and their loud groans and grunts sounded like the tormented cries from an insane asylum.
For a few moments he slowed his pace, and then quickened it again skewering wetly into the drenched recesses of her cunt, shaking her behind around his cock so that it pushed against the sides of her vaginal channel, stretching the elastic flesh and creating new waves of exquisite pleasure.
It was overpowering, so intense that no thought existed in Becky's mind other than Kevin and Kevin's cock. His lips sucked at hers while her tongue tasted his saliva as though it were a rare delicacy. Their bodies rocked and writhed, rolling sideways and continuing the mad fucking. From his side, Kevin rolled them both over once more so that Becky was sitting on top of him. They had managed the move without once losing a stroke.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The deeper penetration sent Becky into a frenzy. The hot friction of his cock so deep in her cunt set her to bucking up and down, riding him like a woman jockey winning her first race ... taking him, raping him, screaming her enjoyment, her hair flying, breasts released from her sweater to his roving hands.
She was pumping up and down on the magnificent pole of his cock, controlling it, meeting its rhythms, relishing each new impalement, feeling his loins arch up to meet her. She was transported by her power, by the totally unsuspected bliss that swelled within her. ... It had waited so long to be released ... and now ... here it was.
"Oh, it's happening ... it's happening ... OH OHHHHHH" she gasped and struggled for breath as the cataclysmic orgasm approached catching her up and taking her away with it to a never-never land of final ecstasy.
And even as she trembled mightily, her entire body shaking violently against his, she felt the stiffening of his penis and then the hot spewing liquid jets spurting high into her womb as Kevin released his sperm with one, last up-thrust into her convulsing cunt.
Dazed, Becky collapsed against Kevin's heaving chest, ignoring the cold air on the white skin of her exposed behind ... still feeling the retreating sparkles of her orgasmic attainment.
"Something else...." Kevin muttered beneath her. "Far out!"
Oh God, I hope I'm not pregnant by one of them, fluttered wearily through Becky's mind as she lay limply on top of the naked boy. But if I am, she mused silently, I hope it's Kevin......
CHAPTER 6
"You're running around entirely too much, young lady! What am I supposed think you're doing? And with whom????? "
Alice watched, arms folded in front of her as her daughter preened in front of the hall mirror, preparing to leave the house.
"You've been out every night this week ... I should think you could stay home just once...." She was becoming alarmed by Becky's increased absence from the house.
"It was nearly dawn when you got in this morning...." she continued. "Just who is this boy you're seeing ... and who are his parents?"
Becky suddenly turned to face her mother. "What do you care?" she screamed, noting that her mother jumped she was so taken aback by her daughter's tone of voice.
"All you care about is who his parents are ... right? Well, don't worry ... he hasn't really got any ... he's a beach ass!"
"Wha...." Alice stood gaping at the transformation Becky had gone through. ... She couldn't believe her ears.
"And don't worry...." Becky continued, warming to her speech. "I won't get pregnant and disgrace you!"
She was thinking of the new pills that Kevin had given her to take, including specific instructions for their use.
Before Alice knew just what she was doing, her hand had come up and then down, slapping hard across Becky's face, with a sharp crack. Becky felt the stinging on her cheek where her mother's hand had struck.
"You ... you...." she sputtered. "You tramp! Don't you think I know what you do? Never mind about me! What about you? Making out with any old body when Daddy isn't here. ... Anything I'm doing that's wrong ... I got from you, Mother!! I'll" She whirled and raced out of the house running as fast as she could toward the other end of town where she had arranged to meet Kevin.
Alice was dumbstruck. She couldn't think straight. It didn't seem possible that Becky had said those things, and yet, she knew it had happened. She stood staring at a point on the screen door that Becky had just slammed behind her. Then she walked slowly toward the bar and with trembling hands made herself a gin and tonic. She gulped it down rapidly and by the time she had made another, tears were streaming down her face. She knew that her little girl was gone, and that she would no longer have any say in Becky's life ... And what, she wondered sardonically, was she going to do about her own?
* * *
Two weeks later, Becky started off toward the docks where she always met Kevin.
They had been meeting every night, and often they went off to the isolated island, where they were able to make love for long stretches at a time. Kevin treated her so nicely, and made her feel such wonderful things, that Becky could hardly believe her good fortune. Everything had been easy since the showdown with her mother.
Even on the weekend when her father was present, her mother never questioned anything Becky chose to do. Becky did notice though that her mother seemed to be going out of the way to be nice to her and she was treating her more as another adult, rather than as a daughter. At first it had seemed strange, but then Becky grew accustomed to it and she decided she liked it. It was better than all that phony maternal bit she used to have to go through!
"Kevin...." She rushed up to the tall slender youth, who waited for her at the end of the dock. She could see behind him several people sitting on the edge of the wooden pier, crabbing.
"Hi, baby," Kevin answered, hugging her close. "God, you smell good...." He was going to miss her that night, he knew ... and yet, he couldn't pass up an opportunity like Swen's party ... Hell no. ... Too bad he couldn't invite Becky ... but he knew their relationship would survive one night ... one night of swinging without her!
"Honey ... I've got bad news ... Got to do something real important tonight. ... "
"What, Kevin?...." Becky asked, disappointment showing in the tone of her voice. "What do you have to do?...."
"Uh-" He didn't want to lie to her ... she was more important to him that that. "Uh ... I can't tell you now ... maybe later I'll tell you ... O.K.? But it's something I have to do."
"Alright, Kevin ... it's O.K. with me...."
"But tomorrow ... tomorrow let's spend the entire day together ... I'll come pick you up. ... "
"No, I don't want you to come to the house, Kevin. I told you that. ... "
"But I've never even been there, honey ... never met your parents or anything...."
"You'll meet them soon enough ... don't worry!" Becky laughed.
"Come on, I'll walk you down to the beach anyway. Kevin put his arms around Becky and they traversed the long boardwalk across to the beach where they finally parted after necking on the sand for almost half an hour.
Kevin walked briskly in the opposite direction from Becky. She was something else, he thought for the umpteenth time. The way she was built, the way she felt, the way she responded to him......
"Damn ... wish I didn't really want to go to this party...." His penis was stiff and hard from fooling around with Becky on the beach and he was glad that he was going to have a chance to use it soon! Knowing Swen, every swinger in the entire summer town would be there tonight. And he would certainly have his pick of any one of them.
By the time he walked up to the secluded house at the far edge of town Kevin could tell that the party was in full swing. Hoards of people swarmed behind the closed blinds, noticeable only because of the shadows they threw onto the windows. A Grateful Dead album was playing loud and clear and it echoed outside the house for several blocks.
Since there were no neighbors for quite a distance it didn't matter how much noise there was, and Swen took full advantage of the fact.
Kevin opened the door and walked into a mist of sweet incense smoke, mingling with the warm tang of pot.
Looking around through the haze of smoke, Kevin scanned the room, looking for Swen. Finally he saw a pile of men and women scrambling about on a big studio couch, and realized that the biggest one there was his big Swedish friend. He approached the wriggling mass of bodies, making his way through dancing couples and a few people sprawled on the floor.
"Swen...." he said peering down at the group. They were all fully clothed, so Kevin realized that he was early after all. Swen had his arms around two girls, a blonde and a brunette and a third was beginning to do a slow strip in front of them. All six feet five inches of Swen seemed utterly relaxed under the bounteous circumstances and Kevin had a moment of great admiration for him.
"I gotta hand it to you, pal ... you've got the prettiest girls at the party right here ... at least I think so ... maybe you've got some more hidden in the other rooms."
Swen erupted into a loud guffaw, shaking the girls away and rising to his full height to greet Kevin.
"Hey ... you didn't bring your little girl friend?"
"I told you, Swen ... she's only fifteen!"
"That doesn't stop you when you feel like socking it to her though does it?...." Again the loud laugh, this time accompanied by a pat on the back. "Just kidding, pal...." Swen's blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'm not beyond getting serious myself. ... but not tonight...."
"That's why I'm here!" Kevin answered.
Swen reached into his shirt pocket and brought out a thinly rolled joint. "Grass," he said, handing it to Kevin.
Kevin reached for it. Someone had turned the music up still louder. As he inhaled, the strong smoke, he remembered how stoned he had gotten the first time he had tried it. ... at the beginning of the summer. That had been the night he'd met that woman down by the docks. His blood seemed to flow faster as he remembered what it had been like to be that high ... so free that he had sensed immediately what she wanted from him, even though she might not have known at first herself. He had been sure of himself and sure of her too, when he had gone home with her and made love to her on her own front porch until the sky was bright and the sun was coming up.
He hadn't really had the nerve to venture by that house since, preferring to let the encounter be a one night thing. Besides the house was just far enough away from the area he usually frequented that it was easy to avoid.
Kevin realized that he had been standing there smoking the joint for some time, lost in the memory of that night. How long had he been standing there? Things seemed to have changed a great deal around him although he knew that he couldn't have been daydreaming for more than a few minutes. Swen and the girls on the couch were all naked now, bare skin glistening in the light of the revolving psychedelic lamp.
Someone must have just turned that on, Kevin thought. ... and what is that music?
Oddly the music had changed from acid rock to a classical selection that reminded him of his erstwhile music lessons. But it was peaceful and everyone in the room had tuned into its harmony. Everywhere Kevin looked there were bare asses and breasts, surging cocks and balls, some couples kissing in long passionate embraces, others rocking together in an ecstatic intercourse.
There seemed to be more people than before, and Kevin realized that many of them were behind him in the kitchen and in two smaller bedrooms toward the back of the house. Casting a last glance at Swen before he ventured off to explore the other rooms, Kevin saw that one of the girls was sitting on his face, her legs spread on either side of his head. She reared back, arching herself so that her cunt smashed right into his mouth. Another was sitting on his enormous rod of a cock, skewering herself onto it like a revolving piano stool. Yet they were all amazingly quiet, again, in tune with the music that played a soft and lilting melody. Soft sighs and gasps could be heard from every corner as Kevin made his way into the kitchen, removing clothes as he went. The way he was dressed, he stuck out like a sore thumb!
He was a little taken aback to discover a young girl on top of the sink, naked and alone, beckoning him on. He had just removed the last stitch of clothing and his prick, already hardened again, leaped to attention as he saw how pretty she was. She was actually sitting in the sink, holding her legs up high in the air so that her pussy was spread and vulnerable, amazingly centered and accurately placed, a gaping split surrounded by light brown hair, like the hair on her head. But he was no longer looking at her face. Her breasts needed attention too, and he walked over and touched them lightly, running his hands down along her rib cage until he was holding her by the waist.
"You must be a dancer," he said, as his cock slipped wetly into her waiting cunt.
The rest of the night was a succession of such encounters, all having a strange underwater, floating character about them. Everyone at Swen's house seemed willing to do just about anything that would produce pleasure. He was in the smallest of the two bedrooms trying to decide about which angle to approach a particularly delectable morsel whose partner appeared to be falling asleep when he spotted her in the corner. It was unmistakably her! She was wearing her hair a different way, or was it that she was wearing a wig? ... he couldn't be sure in the dim light. But the woman who was being fucked by one of the prize party studs was his lady from the docks! Without waiting for them to finish, Kevin went over and tapped him on the shoulder. It took several taps before he noticed, but finally he turned his head around without losing a stroke. Counting heavily on the fellow's good nature, Kevin pointed out the naked young lady to him whose friend was by this time sound asleep, and experimented with other sign language to let him know the switch he had in mind.
"Sure thing, fellah...." he said, withdrawing without haste from the clasping cunt that struggled to hold him back.
"Thanks ... I'll do you a favor some time!" Kevin cried, flattening himself onto the warm, perspiring flesh on the floor. He let his cock slip easily into her deep pussy, feeling it glide far up until it could go no further.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Eyes open wide, she received the thick cudgel of his cock with astonishment.
Kevin pulled out and rammed back in again hard.
"OOOOOOOOooooooooooh! It's you...." she gasped.
"Yes," Kevin grunted ... "It's you too! Tell me ... what's your name!"
"Alice...." she whispered hoarsely, "Alice!"
CHAPTER 7
Becky wandered around the beach for awhile before she thought of going to see Diane. She really hadn't been very nice to her, she realized. After all, it wasn't her fault that her stepfather was a hideous monster! Besides, she didn't want to go home. Her mother had gone out and she couldn't stand the idea of being all alone ... it would be worse than being in the house with her mother, tonight.
The light was on in Diane's room when Becky rapped on the screen door.
"Who is it?"
"Who were you expecting?" Becky answered. Diane opened the door. "Certainly not you. ... You've been avoiding me like the plague! How come?" Diane moved aside to let Becky enter.
"It's a long story ... but I guess I'll tell you one day!"
The words had a familiar sound and Becky suddenly wondered if Kevin's secret was anywhere near as startling as hers!
"How're things ... I mean what are your folks up to?....
Becky couldn't bring herself to refer to Fred directly.
"Oh, they're in the city and they're worse, if anything ... But let's not talk about them ... what about you and Kevin ... going at it pretty hot and heavy aren't you?"
Becky blushed a deep crimson. "I love him ... He's wonderful," she said simply.
"How come you're not out with him tonight?" Diane still felt hurt by the way her friend had dropped her so quickly.
"He said he had something important to do ... I don't know what ... What are you doing tonight?" Becky asked, changing the subject. She hoped she could do something interesting with Diane that would take her mind off of Kevin for the night at least.
"I don't know ... you know I don't watch Fred and mother anymore."
Becky's heart stopped beating for a moment-"Why?...." she asked hesitantly.
"Well, I don't know...." Diane continued, her blue eyes sparkling, "But Fred's been acting kind of funny around me recently ... and I have a funny feeling he may suspect I've been watching. It's safer not to take the chance ... Anyway, I've seen enough to last me for a lifetime. If I ever get a boyfriend to practice on I'll be pretty good!"
Becky coughed nervously. "Well, if I found Kevin, I'm sure you'll find someone."
"Well ... maybe ... listen, Becky ... a boy down at the beach today invited me to go to this party he's giving tonight ... and I've been thinking of going ... But I was afraid to go alone ... now that you're here though, we could go together ... what do you think?"
"A party in the middle of the week? What kind of party ... where?" Becky asked.
"Way down toward the lighthouse ... not many houses down there ... I don't know ... he said something about not being sure that I was grownup enough to go ... probably a lot of older people ... It'll be fun ... you're already dressed pretty spiffy and I could get dressed up too ... O.K.? Come on...." she urged. "No sense in moping about Kevin all night ... we can go out and have a good time. ... Besides ... you should see the boy whose party it is!"
"What's he look like?" Becky asked, beginning to feel a little of Diane's growing enthusiasm.
"Gorgeous!" Diane answered, beginning to rip off her sweatshirt. She pulled it off over her head, and stood naked to the waist, gesticulating with her hands. Her small, pointed breasts stuck out in an appealing way as Diane undid the zipper on the side of her shorts.
"He's big and tall ... over six feet. ... I think he's Swedish ... I don't know how old he is, but he may be really old ... like nineteen or twenty even. Imagine how I felt when I saw him looking at me."
"Kevin is nineteen...." Becky said, proudly.
"He is? " Diane was nude now, and Becky surveyed her friend's slim and lovely body; her hips were narrow boyish and below her belly curled a blonde triangle of curly pubic hair.
"What shall I wear?" she asked turning to go to her closet, showing her bare bottom to Becky.
* * *
Becky and Diane were both wearing very short skirts and tight fitting body sweaters and sandals. They felt excited and keyed-up about going to the party alone and when they arrived at the front door of Swen's house, they were surprised that things were so quiet.
Becky hesitantly pushed the door open and they stepped inside, trying to focus upon the murky depths of the room. When they stepped inside the room and saw the multitudinous bodies paired, tripled and quadrupled about the room they hurriedly attempted to leave. But Swen had spotted them and he raised his voice, calling to them from across the room.
He hurried over, leaving a surprised, sprawled girl in the corner. As he approached them, buck naked, both Becky and Diane shied away from the big ox of a boy who was rapidly closing in on them.
"Come on in!" he yelled, "Don't be shy ... we're all harmless here."
Becky looked sideways at Diane, but Diane was still looking at Swen and his enormous hard-on.
Swen was looking directly into Diane's eyes. "You don't have to do anything you don't absolutely want to do ... Come on ... have some punch ... have a smoke...."
Uncertainly Diane and Becky moved behind Swen as he went toward a table that contained a punch bowl and a large assortment of tightly rolled joints of marijuana.
"Sit down," Swen motioned. "Go on!" Mesmerized by the self-assured manner of their naked host, Becky and Diane sank to the floor ... it felt more comfortable down there anyway. Everywhere they looked they could see a new variation on the sex act, and lascivious sounds met their ears on either side.
Becky wanted to leave, but it was clear to her that Diane wanted to stay.
She watched as Swen lit up a joint and handed it to Diane. Diane took it and began to puff on it expertly.
"Diane ... Have you ever...?" she began.
"Shhhhh...." Diane said. ... "I've seen it done ... just hold the smoke down as long as possible ... otherwise it's just like a cigarette!"
Swen settled down beside them, lighting up two more joints. He passed one to Becky and kept one for himself. In spite of some misgivings, Becky began to draw on the small cigarette. It was better than having nothing to do in this melee of bodies and perhaps it would calm her down.
At first Becky thought that nothing was going to happen. She had almost smoked half of the joint and she saw that Diane who was deep in conversation with Swen had finished even more of hers. Then a hush seemed to fall over the room, and she suddenly felt warm and secure. Everyone around her seemed friendly and she felt strangely understanding as though there was a bond between her and them. It was odd, but she had a funny feeling that if she were to take off her clothes, too, she would feel even better. She had never before realized that people could be so nonchalant about lovemaking as to participate in such a mass meeting. But they seemed to be enjoying it. She wished for Kevin to be there ... she was sure that he would enjoy it, and they could have explored everything together. These thoughts kept her preoccupied for some time, and before long she had completed her cigarette.
She leaned over, in search of an ashtray and then turned to say something to Diane. It was then that she saw Diane and Swen in a passionate embrace, lying on the floor beside the table. Swen's big hand was pushed all the way up under Diane's skirt, and Becky could tell that he had his hand under her panties and had reached the vee of her blond virginal pussy. All at once a tingle of interest spread throughout Becky's body. She knew that Diane was a virgin ... just as she had been only a few weeks ago, and she knew that beyond a doubt tonight was going to be the night that Diane would lose her virginity.
Fascinated, she watched as both Swen and Diane appeared to be trembling from the heated desire that coursed through them. Swen's naked cock was digging into the exposed flesh of Diane's slender white thigh and Becky could see it moving frenetically, rubbing against the young girl's tender skin. His hand was moving rapidly under her skirt and Diane's breath was catching in her throat. She moaned and squealed under Swen's expert manipulations.
Becky felt a sudden moistness between her legs as the two became still further excited, and Swen began to pull down Diane's panties. Diane scarcely seemed to notice, or care what was happening. She was aroused beyond the point of caring, the sensuous drug she had inhaled, aiding her natural inclinations toward Swen. Again his finger sunk into the now exposed flesh of tight, semi-innocence of which Diane's pussy was comprised. His middle finger worked up, screwing around into her tiny vagina ... stretching it as he went so that another finger could enter. Diane bucked up around his exploring finger, encouraging him to continue. Swen's other "Hand crept beneath Diane's sweater, squeezing the firm young breast flesh and tantalizing the hardening nipples.
Then, sensing that Diane wanted him to go still further, Swen began to undress her completely. He gently but swiftly pulled the sweater over her tousled blonde head, than pulled the tiny skirt from her hips, leaving the sweet fifteen year old stretched out nude on his living room rug.
With a low moan, Swen began to run his hands all over the smooth flesh before him. He was excited almost beyond control, because he knew that it was going to be the first time for Diane ... and he wanted it to be good for her, for her to remember it for the rest of her life. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen, he thought, pure and beautiful in her aroused state.
Becky began to hurriedly undress herself, while watching Diane begin to shift her body about ever so slightly beneath the tender manipulations of Swen's hands. Then she gasped as Swen, incited to the breaking point began to devour Diane's small breasts with his mouth, sucking voraciously at the palpitating nipples, Diane's hips began a torturous grinding against the cupped palm of Swen's hand. It covered her entire pubis, and the fingers slid in underneath toying in the moist split, slipping gently into the virgin area of her secret passage.
Swen rolled over, catching Diane's thigh between his and letting half his weight fall upon the writhing girl's body. His massive chest pressed against her tender breasts, his long and thickly swollen member rubbed anxiously against her flat belly. He was overwhelmed by the urge to consume her, to possess her fully, to ignite a blazing fire in the young virgin's loins. His cock throbbed hard against her soft white belly as though knocking to ask for permission to enter.
Sensing the silent question, Diane whispered into Swen's ear. "Yes ... I want to ... please ... I want to!"
In a flash Swen moved over Diane, crouching with his knees between her spread legs. He was so near, so wondrously close to having her! His bulbous penis-head pressed into the small hair-lined opening, inserting itself between her thighs, but just at the entrance way to the thus far unspoiled fruit of Diane's cunt.
Watching breathlessly, Becky's hands ran over her own swollen and highly sensitized breasts. Their roundness and heaviness responded under her own hands, as her fingers manipulated the full-fleshed orbs. It was going to happen any second and she knew it had to be the most exciting scene she had ever witnessed. She was glad for Diane, glad that she was going to experience something wonderful during this her first time. It seemed almost as though Becky could feel what her friend was going through and her own agile fingers helped stimulate her body so that she could hardly stand the incredible desire welling up within her.
Swen's big penis moved ever so slowly as he began to rock between the young girl's wide spread thighs and Diane rocked back, arching her back, trying to help the enormous staff enter her wet hungrily throbbing little cunt. Swen gathered her eager softness to him, and pressed harder still.
"Mmmmmmmmmghaaaaaaaaaa!" Diane cried out and Swen placed his mouth over hers, trying to ease the pain some as his cock strained into the tight elastic flesh -rimmed slit. Their straining bodies clung together as he pushed again, this time harder against the resisting tautness of Diane's cunt.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed, turning her head to one side...."Oooooooooh!"
The head was almost all the way in ... and then suddenly it was!
"Oh, baby!" Swen cried. "Does it feel ... good ... yet!" He grunted as he slid his huge penis further inside the unbelievably tight channel between her widespread legs.
Swen was fucking into her all the way now, holding her knees in the air and pulling back and thrusting in again ... Mindlessly he pumped, his bloated cock expanding in the ripe hollow of Diane's stretching vagina. He'd never felt anything like it, and neither had she.
Together they created a scene of unmatched eroticism ... each one transported by the fantastic joy being given to the other. Diane's cunt convulsed its wet velvet folds tightly around the violently thrusting penis that glistened from moisture and pounded into her hungry flesh, inundating her with wave after wave of helpless desire. Her small rounded buttocks quivered and danced on either side of the mercilessly skewering cock.
"Come on, baby ... come on!" Swen urged her, his large frame almost rendering Diane's small body, but not her trembling white buttocks, invisible to Becky's eyes. His voice was thick with emotion as he rode on and on into the exquisite depths of Diane's moisture flooded pussy.
Becky could stand it no more as she watched the huge Swede's lust-incited cock fucking like a jackhammer into her girl friend's open pussy. Her hands flew down to her own wet cunt, rapidly, separating the soft little hair-lined pillows of flesh that surrounded the slit of her vulva. Her fingers plunged inside, rubbing furiously against the erected tissue of her clitoris.
"MMMMMmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, lying back ... "OOOOOooooh!" She was going to cum any second ... it had been building and building while she watched Diane and Swen and now it was going to explode almost immediately. The sex sounds in the room drifted about her, invading her ears with lewd moans and cries of orgasmic lust, and the sweet smell of perspiring bodies and sensual excretions made her nostrils dilate and flare. Then, suddenly beside her she heard Diane begin to cry out ... "OOOOH ... LOVE! LOVE!!!! LOOOOVE!!!! "
And she heard Swen increase his rapid fucking, pounding as hard as he could into the wide open little pussy that was sucking so hard at his ravaging cock. There was a loud grunt as he let his seminal fluids explode in the jerking and flexing pit of wildly convoluting flesh.
"OOOOOOOOOOH ... yes ... yes...! " Becky groaned, her hands working in and out of her own silken cunt. "MMMMMMMMmmmm!!!!" MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
The pair beside her were still for several long seconds, and then Becky sat up and crawled toward them. She let her hand run over Swen's broad back until he looked up and saw her. He smiled and lifted his arm, throwing it around Becky's neck and bringing her down to the floor beside Diane. And soon Becky felt the same huge hot driving cock that had done so well by her friend worming around deep in her own hungrily clenching belly.
It was some time later when Becky left Swen and Diane to their own' devices. She was still aglow with the warm and tender feelings that they had given her and she felt that their relationship could only benefit from it. She was sure that Diane and Swen would be seeing a lot of each other after that night.
Slowly she began to wander through the living room. She missed Kevin now, desperately. She wondered just how Kevin would react if he knew what she was doing. Perhaps she would tell him. She wanted to tell him everything about her ... everything she had ever done or thought. It was strange, but there in the midst of those contorting bodies, she was surer than ever of the strength of her feelings for him. Even though she had just felt the magnificent manhood of another boy, churning away in her vagina, she still longed for him.
When she reached the kitchen, Becky found several people indulging in a kind of sexual roulette around the kitchen table. Two girls lay spread-eagled on the table, blindfolded and several men and women circled them thrusting various portions of their bodies, cocks, hands, thumbs, tongues into their exposed orifices. The girls attempted to tell who it was by the varying techniques. One of the men looked up and seeing Becky, motioned to her, inviting her to join them. But Becky declined. She decided she would take a look in the back room and then she would go home.
* * *
It seemed to Kevin that he had been fucking the woman named Alice for hours, but time had no more meaning as their grunts and groans rose like smoke from their churning bodies." Once he thought they could just keep on doing it for days, and still it would be wonderful.
"Alice ... you're one good lay!" His hips buffeted against her upturned buttocks while she brought her legs up under him.
There was something familiar about her features, Kevin realized. Somehow, she reminded him right then of Becky, and he had a split second of remorse for what he was doing. Then, the moment was gone, pushed away by the thought that he would be spending the entire day with Becky soon, and that tonight was just a lark ... a wonderful, exciting lark.
"What luck!" she was thinking, "To meet him again." It had been mere chance that had made her attend the party. A casual remark by a swinging friend and she had found what she had really been looking for ... the mysterious young man from the docks.
The fire between them roared out of control.
"Good God Almighty!" Kevin swore. He felt like he was being egged on by a demon ... a demon of the flesh. The pot was making everything much more acute. He was totally aware of every tiny ridge and rill of her clasping cunt along the solid length of his blood-thickened cock. He grinned down at her so that Alice was able to see his flashing teeth in the darkness. And then her hands went down around his driving buttocks to gently cup his dangling balls, fondling them gently. His youthful muscular body rammed deeper still into her straining pussy. Kevin pulled back. He had an idea.
"Turn over," he ordered. A thrill ran through Alice at the sound of his voice. He was so young ... so much younger than she ... and yet he knew so well how to handle a woman.
"Spread your legs." Alice spread her legs out on either side until her feet came in contact with the writhing couples on either side of them. Cool air rushed into the open lips of her cunt and suddenly she was very aware of the stretching muscles that surrounded the tiny entrance to her anal passage.
Kevin's finger prodded and Alice stiffened the muscles in her legs and to please him strained back against the tip of his probing middle finger ... and suddenly it entered her. She winced in anticipation of pain ... but it didn't hurt very much at all ... in fact, it was rather pleasant. Kevin moved his finger slowly in a circular motion trying to stretch the nether ring so that when the time came it could and would easily accommodate the size of his still passion-hardened cock. He began sawing in and out and Alice juggled her hips, trying to assist him. When Kevin thought she was ready, he slipped his index finger in beside the other and this time it hurt!
IT HURT LIKE HELL!
Alice involuntarily jerked forward, trying to escape the searing pain emanating from her barely used rectum. But Kevin had anticipated her movements and pinned her down with one hand in the small of her back. Alice felt like a butterfly, momentarily held in place by a collector's pin, knowing that a larger, more lethal spear would soon enter her body, snuffing out all resistance.
Kevin held his fingers still for a moment so that she might get used to the added bulk stretching her insides ... then slowly, he pulled back only a fraction of an inch, then pushing back in until his forward movement was stopped by the curled knuckles of his hand. She quickly adjusted and once again began rotating her full, rounded buttocks, finding the added pressure of his extra finger more stimulating than she could ever have imagined. In fact, her total subjugation to this youthful boy appealed to her deeply in some unexpected and strangely mysterious way.
She couldn't stand it any longer. It hurt still when he made a sharp movement, but now she wanted his hardened penis inside of her back there, not merely his fingers.
"Do it ... Please do it now!" she moaned back to him, turning her head so that he could see the flushed look of ecstasy that swept across her face. "Please fuck me there, but be gentle at first."
Kevin's cock jumped at the sound of her obscene words and pleadings, and only through sheer determination and willpower was he able to prevent the sperm from exploding deep in his balls and shooting out across the back of Alice's legs. His free hand grabbed the rounded tip of his jerking rod and squeezed hard as if by merely shutting off its passageway he could avert his premature climax. And strangely enough, it worked. He pulled his fingers out of her clenching anal passage, feeling the rubbery skin cling to his flesh as though it wanted to retain him. They came out with a loud lewd, popping sound that echoed against the overall sexual murmur of the lust-filled room of clutching couples, engaged in every sexual act known to man.
She felt his naked young body fall heavily onto hers and stretch out along her length. She was crushed under his weight, and her already stiffened nipples dug harshly into the carpet as she shivered in anticipation. But suddenly Kevin seemed to change his mind and he knelt up in between her thighs.
"Kneel up!" he said, coolly and evenly, now completely in control.
Obediently, Alice kneeled up presenting him a full view of the stretching twin moons of her buttocks, bending away from him and offering up her tiny puckered rectum for his use. Kevin's hands reached around the top of her thighs, grasping the flesh tightly, then one hand went away and reaching for her arm pulled her hand back between her legs, placing her long fingers directly under his dangling testicles.
Alice grabbed at them hungrily, kneading the two balls as if trying to milk them.
"Put it in for me!"
She took hold of his cock. GOD IT WAS BIG! Alice pressed backwards, placing the bulb of his prick at the straining entrance to her back passage. Suddenly she felt with certainty that he was going to be much too big. And then the tip found its unerring way inside her, popping with a lewd hissing sound through the tight elastic -rimmed opening and was pushing hard along the dark resistant passageway.
It was as if he had shoved his arm into her, his hand grasping at her sides. She tried to pull away, but his strength made it impossible for her to move, and his advancing prick persisted mercilessly on its way into the soft, rubbery confines of her anal passage.
"IT HURTS!" she whimpered. "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"
But Kevin ignored her pleas holding her still with a bear hug, he just pushed and pushed.
Becky's mother couldn't escape from him. His thighs thrust her thighs forward, his arms held her hips back at him. She was like a helpless child.
"Push back!" he hissed down at her. "Push back against me!"
Alice was barely able to think straight. Every way she looked was pain and more pain and in a blind fury, perhaps in some attempt to reach the height of the torture as soon as possible in the hopes of having it end sooner, she thrust herself back at his advancing prick, trying to stretch the small opening of her rectum. Kevin's plunging rod surged all the way into her tight aperture stopping only when his testicles slapped hard up against the soft flesh of her open buttocks and the backs of her thighs.
"Oh! ... Oh! ... OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!...." Alice gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, my God!" It was as if she had been ripped up the middle. ... surely she would never be the same.
Kevin, now gasping and crooning with delight, began sawing rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft, gently clasping confines of her ass.
Gradually the pain eased a little and Alice felt strangely wet between her legs. She had never in her life expected to be sodomized and there seemed something not quite decent about it, something rather debasing, but nevertheless, obscenely exciting. But she had little time for thinking as each skin-splitting thrust jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto the hardened rod of young male flesh which was meting out the punishment. Then, as though her rectum had a mind of its own, it began moving backward, meeting his thrusts as a strange masochistic joy took hold of her, undulating her body and moving her buttocks in tiny, lewd circles.
Kneeling behind her, Kevin watched the reddish skin of her puckered little anal entrance draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. He watched as his furious, white, digging penis disappeared right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.
He drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long slow stroke. His prick was tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he liked and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her ass ... that would be the best!
"Yes ... YES...." Alice moaned over and over ... "Go on ... go on...." Her head bobbed almost as if it weren't attached to her neck and her eyes rolled about in their sockets convulsively.
He began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her ass with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the soft yielding flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of him in long, broken gasps. His prick was huge and heavy as it swelled to its final size.
"Too much...." he groaned. "Too fucking much!"
After a few seconds of sorting out the assorted shapes on the floor, Becky had no difficulty recognizing her mother and Kevin as his distended cock prodded rapaciously into her mother's behind. She watched in horror as Kevin obviously dumped his hot load of seething sperm deep into her mother's hungrily gyrating behind.
CHAPTER 8
Becky sat dejectedly on Diane's bed. She hadn't been able to think of anyplace else to go and since Diane had told her that her stepfather and mother were away in the city for a few days while he checked out the management of his store, she knew that she would be safe there. She decided to stay up until Diane returned from the party. She hoped it would be soon. She had already cried herself out, and now she was sitting in the shocked aftermath of what she had just seen.
SO THAT WAS WHAT HE HAD TO DO THAT WAS SO IMPORTANT! BUT WHERE HAD HE MET HER MOTHER? ... HOW HAD THE WHOLE THING COME ABOUT?
Then the memory of the night when her mother had received an unknown lover on the porch of the house came back to her. She substituted Kevin in the lewd role, and once again began to cry furiously. It had been Kevin all along...."Why, Kevin had made love to her mother long before he had ever made love to her! She wondered how often it had happened ... surely he couldn't have been seeing her mother at the same time he was seeing her! It was all too horrible to contemplate ... too cruel to believe.
She was glad that she hadn't let them see her. That was some advantage at least, although she wasn't sure exactly why. She had just turned from them to run and find her clothes in the living room ... and seeing that Diane and Swen were still very much occupied, she left the house.
Now, sitting in Diane's room, nothing seemed to matter anymore. The idea of her own mother and her boyfriend ... and the absurdly lewd position she had seen them in ... was so overpowering that Becky felt her situation to be hopeless. What could she do ... she didn't think she could ever go home ... she couldn't look her mother in the face ... and as for Kevin ... she knew she'd never see him again.
As she lay sobbing on Diane's bed, she heard the front door open and close. "Oh, good," she thought "She's home ... But why had she come in the front door ... she usually entered through her own room," Becky knew. Then suddenly her forehead was beaded with sweat ... supposing Fred and Sara had come home ... she wouldn't want them to find her there. She jumped up from the bed and started to run toward the door leading outside when the door to Diane's room opened.
"Diane ... Diane!" Fred yelled. He was roaring drunk. He had left his wife in the city, telling her that he had to go attend to something. And with no other explanation he'd driven the 45 miles out to the beach intent on having it out with Diane when no one else was around to disturb him. He'd had his eye on her ever since the night he'd seen them coming out of the store room, and after he'd had a taste of young Becky's cherry, he decided that Diane too should have the benefit of his attentions. He had convinced himself during the long drive out that Diane would be too terrified to ever tell her mother, so therefore he really had nothing further to do but take care of the deed.
He'd swigged bourbon all the way, even stopping once at a bar to have a proper drink in a glass. One drink had turned to three and by the time he got into the car again, it was hard for him to see the line in the middle of the road. He made it though ... and taking full advantage of his ability to make his enormous weight light, he'd tiptoed to Diane's room, intending to surprise her.
"YOU!" he cried out. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Then seeing Becky's fear-frozen expression, he burst out laughing! "YOU COME BACK FOR MORE?" He looked around the room. ... "WHERE'S DIANE ... I GUESS I CAN TAKE CARE OF BOTH OF YOU!"
The room seemed filled with his whiskey fumes as he bellowed into the air. Becky continued edging toward the door, but Fred moved quickly and caught her before she could get out. He carried her kicking and screaming back into the room, and then into the living room.
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH ... I'LL FUCK YOU AGAIN ... AND THIS TIME YOU'LL LIKE IT, HONEY ... I'LL MAKE SURE OF THAT!"
Just as he was getting ready to drag Becky down the steps to the den, he heard a noise behind him. Turning he saw that it was Diane. She stood in the doorway, an astonished look on her face.
"Run, Diane, RUN!" Becky screamed, when she saw her friend.
But Diane didn't move. She didn't know quite what to do. The picture was clear. She could tell just by looking at Fred that he was on a binge ... he was drunker than she'd ever seen him, and she was sure that he must have been popping pills too, from the wild look in his eye.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO BECKY?" she demanded, trying to think.
"Come downstairs and you'll see!" Fred growled back.
"Don't Diane ... Don't ... I've been through this before ... I can take it again if I have to you ... but you don't...."
"SHUT UP!" Fred snapped, clamping his hand over Becky's mouth.
"You mean that you ... you...." Diane sputtered.
"Don't give me that shit ... you little sluts down there watching me and your mother fucking all the time ... don't play the innocent little virgin with me!"
Diane's eyes met Becky's and suddenly Diane knew why Becky stopped coming to see her so abruptly. Her heart went out to her friend as she saw Fred's paw clamped tightly over her mouth and Becky's eyes bulging over the top of it.
She remembered that sometimes her mother had been able to calm Fred down by talking to him calmly and distracting him. It didn't usually work, she knew ... but sometimes it did. She figured it was worth a try. She couldn't just go and leave Becky there with him.
"All right, Fred," she said, her voice sounding much older than her years ... "I'll go down to the cellar with you!"
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" Fred bellowed ... "COME ON!"
When they reached the bottom of the stairs the two girls stood trembling against the wall facing Fred who, settling himself into a chair, began a long spew of obscene and suggestive remarks. Uncontrollable tears of fear streamed down Becky's cheeks as horrible thoughts of what was about to happen cavorted lewdly around in her head. It seemed especially awful since she had gone through such a traumatic experience at Swen's party just a few hours before ... and she knew that Diane had had one of the most moving experiences a girl can have ... only to have it followed by this ... this!
But Diane seemed to be strangely cool, somehow almost in control of the situation. She knew that the only way to prevent anything truly terrible from happening was to go along with her stepfather's perverted wishes, acting out every weird act as though she really enjoyed it!
"Tell us what to do!" Diane offered.
Fred could hardly believe his ears. Maybe there was something about his old lady's kid that he didn't know about!
It sure looked as though she was getting ready to enjoy this!
"Get undressed!" he said evenly, looking directly into his stepdaughter's eyes.
Diane immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. She was using every stored ounce of courage she had to appear to be nonchalant about it. A deeper instinct warned her that they both could be seriously hurt if they did not go along with him. She glanced over to see if Becky was also undressing. But Becky was frozen still, staring straight ahead, a wide-eyed look of terror on her face. Diane dropped her blouse to the floor and reached over to begin unbuttoning Becky's for her. Becky didn't seem to notice and it was rather like undressing a listless child.
When the blouse was hanging open and Becky's breasts were released to Fred's view. Diane turned her attention back to her own clothing. She slipped her mini-skirt down over her hips, catching the elastic of her panties at the same time. Fred sucked in his breath at the sight of his daughter's blond pubic triangle. He had been prepared for a wrangle and this was taking him completely by surprise. He grabbed the goose-necked lamp from the table and twisted it so that the light from it acted like a spotlight on the two girls.
"You just been fucked!" he bellowed at his naked teen-aged daughter. "Your pussy's drenched!" And indeed the hair on Diane's pubic vee was still saturated with Swen's cum juices, co-mingled with hers.
"That's right," Diane answered, after a slight pause. "Do you want me to tell you about it?" And she went on without even waiting for him to answer, telling everything that had happened to her that evening in vivid detail ... the only change in her story was that she made it seem as if this had not been the first time. But everything else was the truth and by the time she had finished undressing Becky and the two girls stood in the harsh white light, naked and vulnerable.
Fred leaned back in his chair, his chair, his thick, half-hardened prick encased in his hand. He had dug it out of his pants hurriedly while Diane was telling her story and now pumped it up and down wildly in an effort to get it hard. He'd had a lot of drinks, and it was showing.
"Enough of the talk!" he barked at Diane. "Let's have a little less speech and a lot more action. Play with yourself!"
Diane's hand flew down between her thighs to her own pussy and she parted the young, fleecy pubic curls and slipped two fingers inside. Her drenched passage offered no resistance to her slim fingers, but she was sore, and when they were in up to the knuckle she winced at the pain.
"Now play with her!" he motioned to Becky. Diane hesitated for a split second ... but not long enough for Fred to really notice. Her hands reached up, each one gently caressing one of Becky's breasts, and for the first time Becky seemed to realize just what was happening. She drew back against the wall, her body pressed hard against it as if in an effort to try to push through it. But Diane's hand began kneading at the soft flesh, and Becky could only shake her head in silent rejection. Diane tweaked the tiny nipples until they became red and stiff to her touch. She bent her head low and replaced her hand with her lips on one of her friend's sensitized buds of flesh.
A tiny thrill ran through Becky's exposed body, and managed to allow her for a brief moment to overcome her fear. But it passed quickly and once again she was terrified of the man who had raped her so grotesquely. Diane nibbled gently on Becky's tits, softly stroking the red tips with her moistened tongue. She tried to send Becky mental messages ... explaining that it would be alright. Diane lifted her head and moved her mouth to the other nipple. She shifted her legs so that her body was at a 90 degree angle to Becky's and with her right hand, began stroking Becky's pubic area while still sucking on her nipple.
Becky's vagina was also still well-lubricated from her previous activity with Swen. But what was happening now made her previous encounters seem trifling as she tried to fight down any feeling mounting in her body. But Diane's persistent manipulations of her breasts were breaking down the barriers she had built. Small waves of pleasure rushed through her body attacking her brain with their sensual delight.
"MMMMMM...." a small murmur escaped Becky's lips. Diane sensed Becky's brief moment of pleasure, and with skillful touches pressed her advantage. As long as they were going to perform, she figured, she might as well make it good!
She lifted her head and tried to get Becky to look her in the eye. But Becky kept her eyes glued to the floor.
"Is that all you can think of to do?" Fred growled.
Diane remembered the night she and Becky had lain together in the storeroom, gently touching each other between the legs and feeling each other's secret organs. How good it had felt then, she realized. Perhaps she could make it feel equally as good now, even though Fred was watching the whole thing. If only she could block him out of her mind completely!
But it was impossible. "I know you two cunts can do better than that!" he spat out-"
"Come on, give me a real show!"
"Alright," Diane said. "What do you want me to do?" She bit her lip to keep it from trembling so much. She didn't want him to see how upset she was. She wouldn't give him that pleasure at least!
"Lie down over there on the couch ... let me see you bump your clits together! Something like that ... what do lesbians do?" His cock was still flaccid, in spite of his manipulations, and he wanted to see something that would make it stiff. He could barely see his cock as he pumped at his, his stomach stuck out too far ... actually it had been years since he'd seen it, except in a mirror!
Diane and Becky moved as though walking under water, Diane leading the way to the large couch.
"That's it!" Fred grumbled, letting his eyes roam over the delightful naked contours of the two girls. "Fresh young meat!" he drooled. "Wish this thing was hard ... I'd give you both what for...."
A gigantic shudder traversed Becky's shoulders as she lay down on the couch.
"Don't worry," Diane whispered, hurriedly. "It's going to be O.K. He won't hurt you ... I won't let him. Just go along with me ... do whatever I say to do!"
Becky tried to nod her head, but she was thinking. This is awful! Just awful! In a few short weeks I've sunk to the lowest level possible. That slug is sitting over there watching us ... he's going to make us perform for him like a couple of trained seals! To her, Fred was the epitome of all that was evil and ugly in the world, and she could not help but respond accordingly. It was as though she was screaming with no sound coming out. Screaming for the two of them ... for even though she was beginning to comprehend Diane's bravado, she knew that Diane was going through something that was distasteful and humiliating for her, no matter how good an act she was putting on.
"I can't," Becky thought. "I've just got to get out of here!" She made a motion as if to rise from the sofa but Diane pushed her gently back down.
"Don't!" Diane said, climbing onto the sofa cushions beside her friend. Her hand went out to Becky's breasts again, and she saw Becky give a start and shrink from her. But still she tweaked her already swollen nipples. She was determined to go through with this thing, and to get it over as painlessly as possible.
Fred sat grinning lewdly in the chair, a half-smile playing about his gross features. He was looking at the fabulous sight of his stepdaughter's tits pressing against Becky's.
"Little minxes!" he muttered. "Made for fucking, that's all!"
They had two of the most perfect bodies he'd seen in a lifetime of looking at women and such perfection was not lost on him. He could feel his cock beginning to harden. It was imperceptible at first but then he was sure of it. It was going to happen alright....
"GO ON! GO ON!" he cried impatiently.
Obediently Diane's hands moved down to the raw flesh between Becky's legs. A tear of frustration slipped down her face while it was turned from Fred. Becky's cunt throbbed beneath her fingers and Becky gave a little cry of protest, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to prevent Diane's hand from entering.
"PLEASE ... BECKY!" Diane urged. "It's the only way we'll get away from him ... please!" She felt Becky's thigh muscles relax a bit, and her fingers once more roamed over the soft pink pussy flesh smoothing about near the top, then stopping to tease slowly against her clitoris.
Lying there, Becky felt more ashamed than she'd felt even when Fred had taken her that night in the shack. Her heart was beating so loudly and the blood was rushing so fast in her temples that it felt like an earthquake. She was no longer a child, she knew. This was the turning point. Everything else had been preparing her for this moment of complete debauchery and yet, she was still unable to accept it.
In the next instant she cried out loudly as Diane's fingers slid into her already wet pussy. Her fingers moved as high as she could get them, and then she whirled them around inside Becky's cunt.
"A a a a a a a a a h!" Becky cried out. "OOOOOOOOOH ... please!"
"Sensitive, ain't she!" Fred laughed. "Keep it up ... let me hear her yell!" His hand beat a steady rhythm against his belly, moving up and down on his steadily hardening cock.
Diane's fingers pursued her course, with unremitting verve. The sooner it ended, the better.
"MMMMmmmmmm! Aaahhhhhhhh!" Becky moaned softly, and Diane knew that she was getting excited.
Becky began to shift her weight on the sofa, rolling slightly so that her soft flesh was pressed tightly against Diane's nakedness.
Diane breathed heavily, her own body tensing as her young helpless girl friend began to respond. Then suddenly something seemed to happen to Becky and she was all over the place. Something had snapped inside her, and she had begun to get a perverse thrill from being exposed to Fred's leering gaze. Diane's fingers were caressing her so gently, so sincerely it seemed and in spite of herself, it was beginning to get to her. She began to writhe, bending and unbending her legs, then throwing one leg up over Diane's slender hips, widening her cunt, letting Diane's hands have more room to move. She was open wide and groaning and slithering against Diane, her pussy filled with longing, her loins one big ache of desire. SHE HAD TO CUM ... SHE HAD TO! EVERYTHING IN HER WANTED IT TO HAPPEN. Her mouth sought out Diane's and she smothered her lips against hers, pushing her tongue into her blond friend's mouth. Her black hair flew forward into her face as she half-rolled her body over onto Diane. The feel of Diane's breasts against hers was heavenly ... an indescribably sensation, reminiscent of motherhood ... it brought out the strangest, yet the strongest sexual desire she had ever felt.
"FUCKERS!" Fred shouted excitedly. "LITTLE FUCKERS!"
But to Becky, every word that Fred spoke now, only added to her pleasure. It was bigger than all of them, big enough to overcome her hatred for Fred.
Diane found herself caught up in Becky's excitement. She too felt the irony of the genuine feeling between them while Fred watched. It was like a big joke ... a joke on him, and they were getting the best part of it. Furiously she squirmed back against Becky's wriggling body, her own loins on fire now, her lips and mouth entwined with Becky's. Their legs flailed out together as the widening cavern of Becky's growingly excited pussy became wetter and wetter.
"HUMP HER!' HUMP HER!" Fred called as though he were a football coach cheering his team on from the sidelines.
The lewd remarks only seemed to add to their excitement, as completely losing all sense of decorum, Diane rolled Becky back onto her back, and placed herself on top of her lusciously endowed body. Her hand remained between Becky's legs, only now, it was also touching her own moist cunt, so that each time she moved in a parody of intercourse, her tender cuntal slit was treated to a blissful pleasure akin to what Becky was feeling. "OOOOOOOOOOOOH ... OHHHHHHHHHH!" Diane crooned into her girl friend's ear, as she burrowed her face in the dark girl's perfumed hair. It was sharp and clean ... a different sort of pleasure from that she had had with Swen such a short time ago, and much different from the child-like playing that she and Becky had done in the storeroom. This time there was no pretending ... this time they were two women, making love to each other ... It was forbidden ... it was perverse ... many would think it disgusting ... and yet it was the most beautiful thing either of them had ever felt.
As Fred watched, he was beginning to get the feeling that he was losing control of the situation. They seemed to be enjoying it all much too much! They'd both forgotten him by now, and just to keep himself uppermost in their minds, he yelled out, "I've got some cock here for you when you're through!" Straining, he pulled himself up from the chair, and lumbered over to the bar where he fixed himself a king-sized drink ... never taking his eyes off of the two nakedly entwined young girls for a second.
Shaking his glass so that the ice would chill the drink faster, he walked closer to the preoccupied pair. His mouth felt dry as he placed the glass to his lips and drank half of the whiskey down. His penis stuck straight out, like an arrow pointed at the two feminine bodies, and he lovingly shook it a little, just to make sure of its continued firmness.
He was so close that between her legs he could see the thin trickle of fluid seeping from Diane's gently throbbing vaginal lips. Their moans and squeals were beginning to annoy him ... but he was too fascinated to stop them or to interfere in any way.
"Damn!" he said, swigging the rest of the drink. He'd never seen anything like this!
He watched, his eyes mere slits in his head, his hand once more pumping at his cock as Becky began to cough and grimace beneath Diane.
"Oh ... NNNNNNNNNNNGH ... Diane ... DIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNE!" She raised her cunt up high, letting it open up to engulf her friend's hand as her orgasm whipped around inside her burning cunt.
"SSSSSSSSSSssssssssssss!" she hissed as the feeling grew still more acute, creating odd hallucinations behind her closed eyes. She and Diane were lying on the grass, completely alone ... making love ... cum-cumming, CUMMMMMMMMMMMINNNGGGG!
"Yes...." Diane, echoed, bucking strenuously into and on top of Becky ... "YYYYYYYYYYYY ... eeeeeeesssssss!"
Fred waited for them to stir again. He didn't know quite why he was waiting ... it was almost as though he was doing it out of deference to them. When Becky finally opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Fred's cock hanging directly over her face. He had gone around the side of the sofa, and was standing right over her head.
Diane lifted her head up and her cheek struck against the rubbery penis that Fred so proudly displayed. A shudder of revulsion traversed her and she knew the moment of truth had come. Quickly she buried her head against Becky's ear. "When I lift up," she whispered, "You run ... I can handle him ... it'll be quicker if I do!"
Diane slid sideways, and let herself roll from the sofa allowing Becky to get up.
Fred stood leering at them, speechless for once.
"Well," Diane said, defiantly ... "WELL?"
Becky stood by uncertainly and then she began to move toward the steps. But she hated to leave Diane. She did not turn and run as her friend had suggested.
"WELL, GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THAT SOFA!" Fred yelled, his face darkening with pent-up fury.
"Think you can fuck without a man, do you ... damn dike cunt! Open up ... your new daddy's gonna fuck you."
Diane looked up at him with a new fear on her face. He saw it and grinned. That was more like it.
Becky stood by watching in horror as Fred's ugly hulk approached Diane's trembling young body. She had lain back on the couch as ordered, and Becky could tell she was trying hard not to show just how much she dreaded what was apparently really going to happen after all.
First Fred's hand came whizzing down out of the air across Diane's face in a slap that stunned her completely.
"Now, I want you to call me daddy, honey...." he grinned, "Just like I asked you to when I first married your mother ... and you wouldn't do it would you---Well, you'll do it now!" His hand came singing down again, and then taking advantage of its effect, he grabbed Diane up from the couch. Then he jerked forward a little and pushed her back down on the sofa, twisting one arm behind her almost to the breaking point, releasing it only when she was flat on her back again.
"You asked for this," he cried out, one hand sampling the hardness of his swollen cock. Batting her around a little was helping it too, he realized.
Diane groaned as she felt her legs being spread out by his large ham-hock hands.
He brought his face close to her soft blonde pussy, almost drooling on top of it. His stepdaughter cringed down into the pillows of the sofa, in spite of her previous determination to take anything Fred gave out.
"Now, honey ... you're gonna beg me for it!" Fred barked. "Say please, daddy! ... Please!" A vicious grin played over his face, as he hunched over her, his mouth hanging open in undisguised passion. His hand remained high in the air in a menacing gesture.
"Beg!" he barked.
"Please, Daddy," Diane coughed out, fear and hatred showing in her eyes.
"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" Fred coached.
"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" Diane answered, gritting her teeth as she recalled watching this same familiar scene being played out with her mother. But this time it wasn't her mother ... it was her ... and she felt the difference in the pain and hurt that still stung in her cheeks.
"Now tell me you want to feel my cock ... come on!" Fred reached out and grabbed his stepdaughter's hand and placed it on his giant cock. He laughed as she cringed back from the feel of it. Lewdly he shook it a little bit, holding her hand firmly around its swollen contours.
"Beg me for it ... beg me!" he spat out, getting more excited every second.
"No ... no ... I can't ... Don't make me!" Diane screamed, suddenly breaking down. She just couldn't stand it anymore. The hideous feel of his warm rubbery cock in her hand was enough to drive her out of her mind!
Again Fred's hand came down, this time slapping against Diane's thigh.
"Fuck me, Daddy...." she whimpered, "I don't care ... just go on and get it over with!"
Fred was pleased that he had broken her down. He'd been thinking about this for so long ... and now it was here! She was lying completely limp and naked before him, waiting to comply with his every wish!
On a sudden impulse Fred drew Diane up by grabbing onto her arms and pulling. He positioned her limp young body so that she was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Then, flexing his thick legs a bit, he half-squatted in front of her face so that his cock dangled just before her rosebud mouth. "Suck it!"
"SUCK IT?" Diane asked, incredulous. How was she ever going to put that horrible thing in her mouth without becoming violently ill. It's close proximity was already beginning to sicken her. But Fred's hand pinched her cheeks together, forcing her lips and teeth open ... then still controlling her mouth, he began to worm his cock into it's soft, warm wetness.
"OPEN IT ... OPEN IT ... WIDER ... WIDER!"
The pain in Diane's face was terrible, and she was forced to open her mouth wide enough to accept the smooth, reddened head of his cock. It filled her mouth completely, ramming right up against the roof, and then sliding backwards toward her throat. She began to gag, coughing and whimpering. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought this would happen to her. The humid area of Fred's crotch pressed close against her face, and his enormous stomach bumped into her forehead. Each time he shoved his now streaming wet prick into her wide-stretched mouth, she felt the gelatinous mass of his belly against her face. His hands were tangling about in her short blonde hair, pulling it and controlling her motions with it.
"OH GOD...." Diane moaned ... "Would it never be over? "
Then without warning, Fred removed his cock, pulling out of her mouth with a wet noise.
"That's enough!" he said, panting. "I wanna fuck you now!" His hand pushed against her shoulders, forcing her back on the sofa, and Diane lay trembling, her face pressed against the cushion. She felt completely incapable of resisting. Every rebellious thought that she had had was crushed by the sheer depravity of her stepfather. She moaned slightly and closed her eyes. She had already done the best she could ... and at least so far neither she nor Becky had been seriously injured.
"Let him do it, damn it," she thought. ... "Let him do it ... at least it's not the first time for me like it was for Becky!" But she knew that the small channel between her legs was still bruised and sore from her first intercourse. Even though it had felt good, the delicate, unused tissues would need to mend a bit before they were completely healed.
Suddenly, Fred's hands began to pet her legs. She remained motionless, keeping her eyes tightly closed. She knew it was going to happen soon ... any second.
"I'm gonna put it way up inside your hot little pussy, honey! I'll it comes out the other end and tickles your nose!" he laughed sadistically.
Fred took in the sight of his lovely stepdaughter before acting ... there she was all new and shining, his wife's daughter ... he had watched those breasts developing, surmised the growth of hair on that little cunt ... and now ... now it was all his to fuck just the way he wanted to ... His eyes glowed with anticipation as he clambered up onto the sofa, his breath already ragged from the exertion.
Diane winced as she felt his long thick cock pressing between her legs, and his hot breath blew into her face. Part of his knee was digging into her side, and she rolled over slightly in an attempt to ease the pain.
She strained with all her might to fend off the moment when his cock would force its way into her, but he was moving his knees, kneeling between her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart, roughly pressuring his cock into the moist, defenseless crevice between her legs.
"OOOOOOOOmph!" she moaned. His hardness was like a hand-carved rock insinuating itself against the narrow slit of her cunt. He was holding her arms down at her sided so that she couldn't move one way or the other. She attempted to squirm her buttocks to the side so that his cock would be impeded that much longer, but it was no use now.
Kneeling in closer, Fred watched the young girls expression with glee, scanning the naked white breasts, the well-formed waist and hips ... her long shapely legs ... and his cock ached to ram into her, to empty its heavy load of hot, scalding sperm deep inside her. There was only a fraction of an inch between his cock and her vagina now, and he let the fleshy throbbing rod slide down to force the opening. His cock jerked up slightly and he moved up still closer letting the full length of it press against the moist hair-lined hole. IT WAS MOVING IN! GOD IT WAS TIGHT! GOD!
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" his stepdaughter cried out in pain.
Becky watched horrified from the stairway, knowing the torment Diane was going through, but too terrified to know what to do.
And then Fred's cock ground its rigidity into the soft folds and ragged edges of Diane's cunt, feeling the small opening stretch and give and then slipping over and closing tightly and wetly around the smooth rubbery head of his hardened penis.
He groaned. Never had he felt anything this soft and tender. With his step-daughter's young girl friend it had been over so fast, he'd hardly had time to enjoy it, but this ... this was special ... this lewd contact of his thick stallion-like cock entered her throbbing little cunt, pushing layer after layer of expanding vaginal flesh in rippling waves before it. Then with one final lunge, it was pressed high as it would go ... right smack up against the young girl's cervix.
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Daddy ... noooooo!" Diane screamed. It was worse than she had thought ... not the pain so much but the sensation of being violated ... of being completely used ... completely humiliated by this entry of her newly abused vaginal shaft. Her body trembled and shook and the wet probing of her cunt felt obscene to the final degree.
Fred tightened his buttocks and sighed. Then gasped aloud as he felt the absolutely miniscule pussy contracting hard around his surging cock. He paused for a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to his size and then he was sliding back and forth fairly easily, the moist secretions from her cunt oiling the way.
"UNH ... UNHG ... UNHHHHHHHHG!" he grunted with each shattering blow, and Diane squealed beneath him, feeling utterly degraded and frustrated by what was being done to her. But there was no letting up from the battering ram of his penis, when he fell forward, letting most of his heavy weight crush down on her small fifteen year old body. His hands moved down to her thighs, spreading them apart still further, and then he was lifting her pelvis up, by spreading out her thighs, so that her cunt lifted to meet his lustfully plunging cock. Diane's vagina felt torn and raw ... her whole body ached terribly from the contortions she was being put through and it was hard for her to catch her breath. She began to be afraid that Fred would crush her ribs with his mass. Cruelly, Fred's roving hands moved to her nipples, twisting them savagely as though they were not human flesh.
She screamed, but her screams only seemed to incite him more, as her scraped vagina was horribly skewered on each forward thrust. Then he let one hand pass beneath her jiggling buttocks, and thrust a finger up into her tiny puckered anus. Diane jumped and began to cry from the added painful intrusion.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!" she cried again. "NOOOOOOO!"
But her stepfather only flared his nostrils and grunted. "Call me Daddy ... come on ... beg me for it or I'll break you in two, I swear it!"
Diane complied without hesitation. Maybe she could make him cum sooner if she did as he asked.
"OOOOOOOh, Daddy," she crooned, "Daddy, it's goooooood ... do it some more Daddy!"
"Shake your little ass, honey ... shake it for Daddy!"
The finger in her anus wormed sharply around and tiny cries of protest escaped her lips. But still she continued to beg, hoping for the swift conclusion to her torment.
"AAaaaaaaaah! It's good, Daddy ... do it more, Daddy...."
"This is it, baby...." Fred said in a surprisingly high falsetto voice. He couldn't hold back any more her tight little cunt was working at his cock too hard, it was impossible to continue! He had to cum and fast!
With one final jab of his finger deep into her defensively gyrating ass, he screwed his cock deep in, executing an upward motion at the end, so that he jammed hard against the very bottom of her streaming cuntal pit.
"AAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
"OOOOOOOOuuuuuuuuuugh!" Fred groaned, collapsing with a shudder over his stepdaughter's trembling young body. "UUUuuuuuugh!"
CHAPTER 9
"Yes, I agree," Diane said sadly...."But what can we do? Do you think I should tell mother?"
"I don't know...." Becky answered. She had called her own mother much as she hated to talk to her, to tell her that she would be staying with Diane for a few days, now that Fred had slept it off and gone back to the city, without so much as a glance at them. The two girls were pondering what course to take.
Diane thought that Becky was talking about Fred, but actually, she was thinking of Kevin and her mother. She had had no time to think about it before, when faced with Fred. But now there was plenty of time to consider the full ramifications of everything. Becky felt as if every bone in her body was broken. She hadn't gotten that much exercise since she'd had a hyper-active gym teacher in high school. She decided not to tell Diane about Kevin and her mother ... poor Diane had enough to think about. The thing with Fred was bad enough!
They were sitting in the living room discussing some course of action against Diane's stepfather, but they couldn't come up with anything. Everything they thought of had some serious drawback.
They were both startled when late in the afternoon there was a knock at the door. The girls looked at each other, and then Diane went to answer it. If it had been Fred returning he wouldn't have bothered to knock.
"Kevin...." Diane said, her voice lifting in surprise. She opened the door and admitted Kevin into the living room thinking that Becky would be glad to see him.
When Becky did see him, her first reaction was one of joy ... until she remembered distinctly every specific detail of his particularly horrid embrace of her mother ... her mother! The word rocked back and forth inside her head like a big pointed rock ... and she could feel a headache starting.
"I don't want to see you...." she said.
"But why ... I've been looking for you all over ... I finally decided to come here."
Diane looked at the two of them curiously. "Would you like me to go out? I mean, I can do the laundry or something. ... "
"No ... Diane ... of course not!" Becky answered.
"Yes, Diane ... would you, please ... I have to talk to Becky alone for a minute...."
Diane left the room. She had an idea forming in the back of her mind anyway and she wanted time to think it out.
As soon as she had gone, Kevin rushed over to the sofa where Becky was sitting. "Baby...." he said, "Are you mad ... about last night?"
There was no response, as Becky turned her profile to him. She didn't know whether to accuse him outright or not ... after all, she had been at the party too and she had not spent an entirely innocent evening either.
"Well, listen," Kevin said, "I've been thinking about it. And I want to tell you all about it."
Before Becky could stop him, he had launched into a full scale explanation. "The party last night was a balling party ... for swingers ... you know what I mean ... Everyone there was there for one thing. Sex and plenty of it! I didn't want to take you because I didn't know just how you'd react. ... but today I felt so bad about the whole thing that I figured I'd tell you and you could draw your own conclusions."
Becky looked at Kevin's earnest features in astonishment, her mouth open, ready to say something, but he continued talking, "And there's something else ... since I guess you know by now I'm pretty serious about you ... I want to tell you ... well...." he stopped, not sure just how to go on.
"One night toward the beginning of the summer, I was swacked out of my skull ... stoned, you know, and I had this ... this thing with an older woman. It was only one night. ... I didn't see her after that, and I didn't even know her name. ... "
Becky felt all the color draining from her face.
"Until last night anyway...." Kevin added. "You see, she was at the party last night. ... and I ... I spent quite a bit of time with her." There was a long silence. "Anyway, you see ... I only want to tell you about all this, because with you I want everything to be up front ... and I ... I'm not going to see her again, honey. The only one I want to be with is you...." Kevin reached for Becky and drew her gently to him. She was wearing the same short skirt she had worn the night before and instinctively Kevin's hand went up to the tender softness of her inner thighs, rising higher to her small triangular cunt.
"Oh, Kevin," she cried, flinging her arms around him. Everything was coming down on her at once. She couldn't push him away. She needed him desperately ... and how could she still be angry with him after what he had just told her.
She was almost in a trance state as Kevin edged around the front of the sofa, finally kneeling down in front of her. He softly kissed her bare knees, and then parted her legs with his hands.
"Kevin ... oh, Kevin!" Becky said, tears once more streaming down her cheeks.
Her unresisting thighs spread wide apart, while Kevin slithered between them. "Oh, I missed you ... he said. "I missed you!"
His face was only a scant few inches away from her open pussy and Kevin began to slide his tongue along the satiny smooth skin on the insides of her thighs.
He felt Becky shiver and continued, sticking his hand up and catching at the elastic of her panties. Unable to wait, he spread the elastic crotch band to the side, opening up a large area of Becky's sparse hair-covered pussy, then without hesitation, he inserted his tongue into the narrow split, letting it trace a wet trail from the top where her clitoris pulsed along the ragged folds to her softly gaping vagina. His fingers pushed up into the little hole, moving, moving ... while his tongue continued its slippery work.
Way in the back of her mind, Becky was aware that this must be exactly what he had first done to her mother. But now that she knew ... and now that he was doing it to her ... all the pain she had felt, seemed to become one big blur ... and she felt herself melting beneath his tender oral caresses. Her body responded almost violently to his. After having gone through so much, it was a welcome relief to be with her man again, to be safe with his warmth and tenderness.
As he licked steadily at her secret treasure, Becky began to groan and wriggle her hips. Her hands tangled in his hair and her head snapped back in ecstasy. Her ins ides were on fire as he continued to suck avidly at her open pussy. HOW GOOD IT FELT! All her anger was gone now ... she wanted him and that was that. Let all the rest fall by the wayside.
They were hardly aware of the fact that someone else was in the room with them. Diane had slipped in with Swen, taking one good look at the busy couple on the floor and with one understanding glance at each other, they began to undress. They lay down on the living room rug in full view of Becky and Kevin and Swen pushed apart Diane's milk-white legs, thrusting his blonde head into the blonde cunt of his new girl. His whole mouth was bigger than her little pussy, and he engulfed it thirstily, sucking loudly and savoring the delicacy of her pink fluted cunt.
Once Becky happened to open her eyes and tilt her head forward and she saw them fucking on the floor in front of her.
In her wildly aroused state, it seemed good to see them. They were friends ... like an oasis in the desert in what was beginning to seem a thoroughly confusing and complicated adult world.
"Kevin...." she murmured ... "Darling...." She bent down and gently lifted his head up. Kevin's glistening face looked questioningly at her and then noticing her glance over his shoulder, he turned around and saw his best friend, Swen, screwing the hell out of Diane.
"CHRIST!" he said, "I didn't even know he knew Diane!"
"He didn't...." Becky said ... "We were at your party last night too!" That was all she was going to tell him for a moment. The rest could come later. There was plenty of time for that.
Amazed Kevin looked at her then looked back at Swen and Diane. "NO SHIT!" he said. And then he pulled Becky down to the floor and positioned her near the other couple. Mindlessly, Becky thrust her thirsting loins up into the air at him, tears of passion inundating her face. She tucked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them off, and then undid her blouse and flung it away. It was a beautiful sunshiny day and its warmth was streaming in the windows of the living room. Anyone could HAVE WALKED BY AND THEY WOULDN'T HAVE CARED.
"Fuck me, Kevin ... Fuck me good!" Becky moaned up into his mouth. "And then we'll fuck them too!"
Kevin didn't need asking twice, more pleased than ever that he had made an incredible find when he first conquered Becky. He lowered himself onto her naked and exquisite body. Her voluptuous breasts pushed back buoyantly against his hard flat chest as her long legs snaked out to the side and up to lock themselves tightly around his back. He grabbed hold of them, and pushed them forward, bending her backwards so that her feet were way over her head, almost touching the floor. The wide, flat plane of her cunt offering itself up to him in delicious sacrifice the thin slit of her vagina moist and ready for penetration. He plunged headlong into her, feeling his cock sinking rapidly to the hilt way inside the trembling walls of her waiting vaginal crevice. With one thrust of his lean and lanky hips he had penetrated her snugly and completely.
The foursome continued far into the afternoon and just when it seemed that no one had any energy left, they switched partners, Kevin going with Diane and Becky going with Swen. The change was enough to stimulate them to further inventive postures, and at one point Swen bent Becky over a chair and charged into her firm young twitching buttocks from a distance of several feet. The screams of the two girls echoed throughout the empty house and they all felt the illicit thrill of doing these things in Diane's parents' home when they were away. It encouraged them to continue, and pretty soon they had indulged in their lascivious sex acts in every room in the house.
It was late that night when Becky and Diane prepared dinner. Becky put the spaghetti in a caldron of boiling water and Diane stirred the sauce from a jar into a frying pan. Swen went out for a head of lettuce, and Italian bread and when he came back the boys made a tossed salad. They found a large bottle of Chianti in the cabinet and after having set the table with the best dishes in the house, they sat down and consumed a hearty dinner.
"Now, I tell you what we're gonna do!" Swen boomed out after the meal was over. They were all still sitting around the table in a kind of after-dinner torpor, still completely nude and loving every minute of it. Swen was the first to mention anything about the more serious matter at hand, but he had apparently given it some thought, for his plan was concise and apparently faultless.
Diane had run to him earlier in the afternoon, and had told him about her stepfather. Swen had immediately erupted into a Scandinavian rage, cursing and bellowing about, waking several of the sleeping overnight guests who were left over from his party. Then when he found out that Kevin was Becky's boyfriend he insisted upon going to Diane's house to discuss the matter with him. This was, however, the first chance he'd had to discuss anything.
Kevin listened, horrified to Swen's outlining of what Fred had done to the two girls, and when Becky told him about the night in the deserted shack he was livid.
"I knew someone had come before me, but I never dreamed it was like that! That prick!"
"Well," Swen interrupted ... "Will we go through with the plan?"
A cheer went up around the table, and they all raised their wine glasses in a toast.
"To Fred's rear end!" Kevin sang out. "Long may it burn!"
* * *
It was not until the following weekend that their chance came. Fred and Sara returned to the shore from the city and Fred took up his vacation where he left off as though nothing had ever happened between he and the young girls.
Late Saturday night, Diane approached Fred as he sat half slumbering, sitting with a drink in front of the television set after Sara had gone up to bed. Diane wore a loose-fitting bathrobe that tied in the front.
"Fred...." she called, seductively.
Fred looked up, startled by her presence. "Wha?" he snorted ... "What is it?"
Then he saw Diane in front of him and watched amazed as she undid her robe then held it open so that Fred could see the soft contours of her young body. His eyes drifted over her rosy nipples centered in her fresh, high-set breasts and then dropped to the tangled mass of gold that covered her pussy.
His eyes bulged to attention and at the same time his dormant cock rose precipitately in his crotch.
"DAMN!" he cursed. The whole thing was especially exciting to him because he was sure that Diane had been pining for him after the good lay he'd given her. Now, his suspicions were confirmed. Here she was asking for more of his cock!"
"So you want some more, do you? Come over here...." he said his fingers already beginning to itch at the thought of getting them inside the tight young pussy-flesh of Diane's cunt.
"Yes, Daddy," Diane whispered. "But not here ... Mom's upstairs and she might come down ... we wouldn't want her to find out, would we?"
"Where then?" he asked, his eyes glinting, obscene images already taking shape in his mind. He knew just what he wanted to do to her!
"Becky told me about the shack...." Diane said, stopping to allow him to finish the thought.
"Yeah!" Fred nodded, his double chins shaking against the fat of his neck.
Diane had tied her robe together again and started back to her room. "I'll meet you there...." she called. "As soon as I put something on. I can't wait to feel you inside me again!" she added as an inspired afterthought.
Fred started trying to get out of his chair. He was in a big hurry to get hold of his stepdaughter again. Every night since he'd fucked her, he'd had a wet dream about her ... and now ... well, it looked as though things were going to be pretty cushy from now on in his little family!
The shack was totally black when Fred entered. Diane hadn't been in her room when he left the house, so he assumed she was there already.
"Diane...." he called. "Where are you, honey ... Daddy's got something for you!" He fumbled in his pocket for a book of matches and the candle he had thought of bring along.
"Don't light a candle...." a small voice came from the dark. "It's nicer in the dark." There was a pause and then, "I'm all undressed, why don't you undress, too?"
Fred began to remove the clothes from his elephantine form. He was sweating a lot, and he cursed as he had difficulty getting things off.
"What a little bitch," he thought. ... "What a sweet little cunt! She sure had learned a lot about how to excite a man and she's only fifteen ... just wait 'til she grows up!"
"Come on, honey ... come to Daddy," Fred crooned while he removed his clothes. "Daddy's gonna suck your little pussy first and then ... and then...."
"Becky's with me too, Daddy," Diane said. "Will you do it to her too?"
"The more the merrier!" Fred said, smiling. He could just make out some shapes over in the corner of the room now and he started toward them. "There's enough here for both of your little behinds," he cooed, moving forward with his hands out in front of him.
Before he reached the corner though, there was a noise behind him and suddenly something wet and sticky was cascading over his head. He let out a bellow like a big bull elephant's charging cry and then he was floored.
Swen moved quickly behind him, tying his hands behind him with a thick but supple rope. Kevin helped hold the enormous bulk of the man down on the floor until his hands were tied.
"Better gag him ... and then get his feet!" Kevin cried out.
Becky and Diane, clothed in tiny bikinis, ran forward and together they stuffed a wad of paper towels in Fred's mouth. Then Diane held Fred's head while Becky taped his mouth firmly, letting the tape spread out over most of his puffy face.
His muffled cries filled the room nonetheless, and it wasn't until Kevin had tied his feet and legs together that the quivering mass was comparatively silent.
Swen lit a candle in the center of the room and the little group stood around surveying their handiwork.
"He's sure not a pretty sight!" Swen burst out. The others laughed and then set about the rest of their plan. Fred's eyes followed them about as they moved swiftly and mysteriously around the room. It was hard for him to see because of the sticky liquid that covered his face, and soon it was even harder because Swen and Diane brought several more gallon jugs of corn syrup and poured it over his entire naked body. Fear was the only expression to be read in Fred's expression as Becky leaned over and picked up his limp cock, smearing it completely with the sweet smelling stuff.
"Shall I bite it off!" she squealed.
"Yes!" Kevin answered....
"Yes," Diane said bitterly.
"By all means," echoed Swen.
Even though he was tied up, Fred tried to rock his body so that he might escape the torture he was sure they had planned for him. But it was no use. There was no way for him to get away, he had to be content with his muffled moaning.
"I don't want that thing in my mouth!" Becky said.
"Well, that's understandable," Swen said, opening the door of the deserted cabin. He let out a long low whistle and soon the sound of pattering feet became clearly audible. There was a short bark, and Fred's eyes were seen to almost explode from their sockets when he saw a small dog of mixed parentage enter the room to be stroked and patted by Swen.
"There, Suzy ... there's a good girl!" Swen said. "She just loves sweets!" he added maliciously. "Go to it, girl ... over there. See ... Can't you smell it?"
The dog padded over toward the middle of the room where Fred lay quivering and sweating unable to budge. He cringed as Suzy began to sniff him, and then slowly began to lick the sweet corn syrup.
Loud slurping noises filled the room as Suzy continued to eat the syrup. She had started around Fred's belly and was slowly working her way down. Hooting and hollering, Diane and Becky shouted words of encouragement to Suzy. "Down further, girl ... down further!"
Then they grew quieter as the little dog's muzzle did begin to explore the region of Diane's stepfather's limp, flabby cock. Fred was screaming loud as he could ... but hardly any sound was coming out. The dog had sensed the more interesting area of Fred's genitals, and becoming excited by both the syrup she liked so well and the musky scent, she began to utter small growls and extend her tongue quite far along Fred's cock, sometimes letting it slip down to slap at his large drooping balls.
The group began to exchange excited glances as they saw something they hadn't expected. Fred's penis was beginning to grow hard. In spite of his fear, the dog's constant licking was stimulating him!
"Get the camera!" Swen ordered, and Kevin grabbed up the Polaroid from the floor and began snapping pictures. The bright flare of flashbulbs burst inside the small cabin until Kevin had to change the roll of film. And then, reloading the camera, he started up again.
He was just in time, for Suzy had begun to lick furiously, all the corn syrup had disappeared, and small droplets of moisture were being exuded from the top of Fred's cock. The droplets excited Suzy to an even greater frenzy and occasionally she would nip at the air and then return, growling her excitement to the constant licking motion....
Fred was terrified that she was going to bite his cock ... It looked like she was going to any minute, and yet he could not stop the strange erection that the dog's licking had created. It was maddening but the tension was mounting with each lap of her long dog's tongue along the blunt head of his straining red cock.
Before their very eyes the four young people watched as Fred's cock seemed to expand still more, and quiver considerably. Then it gave a mighty jerk and white liquid came shooting from the tip rising high in the air toward the ceiling of the secluded cabin. They thought it would never stop spouting. Suzy looked at it in amazement at first, but then went back to her licking, tasting the new liquid with a growing relish.
Fred collapsed, letting his head fall back to the floor. Before he had been straining his neck, trying to lift up enough to see what the dog was doing, but now he lay back, exhausted from his unwanted orgasm and the absolute terror of what he had been going through.
It was a few moments before he realized that the dog hadn't stopped ... and wasn't going to stop. She was still licking with the same intensity and his cock was beginning to feel raw and over-sensitized. Why had he thought she would stop as soon as he had cum? The dog had no way of knowing what that signified. On and on it went, the horrible sensation becoming more painful, until once more, his penis began to erect itself, in spite of the pain.
"Let's just leave them for awhile," Swen said, and he saw Fred's eyes look at him imploringly.
The four of them began to file out of the cabin into the fresh sea air.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" Kevin said. "That air feels good!"
He put his arm around Becky and started walking toward the beach. Swen and Diane followed.
"Suzy won't hurt him too much ... nothing a few weeks healing won't cure ... anyway...." Swen said. "Besides ... he seems to be digging it!"
"You will go back soon though, won't you Swen?" Becky asked.
"Oh, sure ... in a little while. Then I'll clue him in about the pictures and about what will happen to him if he ever so much as looks at you two babies again. And just for good measure I think I'll send one of the pictures to your mother, Diane ... that should get the divorce started soon enough. She probably knows the cat is perverted, but not so much so that he digs being tied up and getting licked by dogs! Hah!"
Kevin squeezed Becky closer to him. "Feeling better?" he asked.
"Much!" she answered. She was thinking back on all that had happened since the summer had started. God, it was weird, how different she was now, from that night on the beach when she had first stumbled across her mother and father ... MOTHER! She had almost forgotten about Kevin and her mother ... but how could she tell him?
"Uh...." she began ... "There's something I haven't told you yet. ... "
"Yes...." Kevin answered quietly, "I know. Diane told me exactly where your house is located and I passed by there a couple of days ago. When I saw the house I knew."
"Oh!" Becky breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry ... honey ... there'll be a few bad moments when we all get together for the first time, but it'll all straighten itself out!" He was thinking that if he and Becky should ever want to get married he wouldn't have any trouble getting Alice's consent. He could wrap her around his little finger!
"God!" Becky breathed, looking up at stars. "It's good to be grown up at last!"
