The incidence of incest in the United States is an upwardly creeping statistic. What kind of perverted individual would deliberately molest his own daughter, we scream in outrage.
The statistics are startling. Most fathers had limited sexual experience prior to marriage and a goodly percentage were stepfathers. The stage is set at an early age. Often the girl is approached sexually as early as three years of age and a horrifying percentage of daughters are raped before the onset of puberty.
The actors in this obscene scenario, the lustful protagonists, are not solely male.
Indeed, a majority of men who rape their offspring are encouraged by their wives (in subtle and often unconscious ways) to relate to the daughter as the woman of the household. Marital strife, spite, interests outside of the home are common rationalizations for a wife to relinquish household duties to the adolescent girl, thus throwing the daughter into a wifely role which naturally carries sexual overtones... considering that the ultimate wifely responsibility is to satisfy her husband sexually.
In this The Sadistic Stepfather Edward Mitchell's story of a seventeen year-old girl, molested by her stepfather, we come to understand the trauma of her decision of whether or not to report her stepfather to the police. Could she suffer the guilt and humiliation of facing her mother after having made love to her mother's husband and enjoyed the act of sexual union which should have been held sacred?
The erotic content of this novel is only the stage for deeper controversies dealing with the shockingly common and increasingly popular leniency toward family incest. We the publishers are pleased to present this sociological and timely novel to its faithful readers.
CHAPTER ONE
Kim Jacobs felt her throat constrict and the familiar trapped, panicky feeling that the world was closing in on her sent a flush to her satiny cheeks. The anxiety-provoking feeling that she could not get outside of herself to objectively assess the situation brought tears to her wide emerald eyes.
Separating the Venetian blinds, she blinked away the wetness and stared out over the football field behind Jasper High School where afternoon football practice was in full swing. Girlfriends of the players ringed the bleachers, cheering on their young men. Kim was no part of it.
If life was this complicated at seventeen years of age, image what was in store for her at age twenty-one!
Behind her, making up the sick cot, the school health nurse, Lorraine Saunders, gazed sympathetically at the young blonde's pathetically stoic face. The minor complaint that sent her to the sick room was common enough--severe uterine cramps accompanying her menstrual period. Upon a cursory examination, Nurse Saunders had discovered, to her dismay, the premature signs of emotional stress: high blood pressure, heart palpitations and a pervasive nervousness. The girl had been sick to her stomach once, but refused to be sent home--a total reversal of the typical teenage response to being let out of school for the afternoon.
"Is there any reason you don't want to go home, Kim?" she asked carefully, tucking in the corners of the blanket.
Kim swiveled around from the window and glanced apprehensively at the kindly face, then reached down to smooth the wrinkles from her skirt, mussed from a two hour nap.
Now she couldn't raise her eyes to meet Miss Saunders'. What could she say? How could she express the fear that... that what? That she knew, intuitively felt, that it would be better if she stayed here at school until her stepbrother want home too. "My... my stepfather's at home... and he's not feeling very well," she stammered at last.
"Is he really sick? I mean certainly your mother will be taking care of him...."
"My mother's not home," said Kim wretchedly, lowering her wide green eyes once more, her dimpled chin quivering.
"But if you go right to bed--and you should--you won't disturb your stepfather."
Kim bit her lip to control her roiling emotions. "Well... he... he sometimes drinks too much and he... I would just rather stay here until Carl's done with football practice," she mumbled at last.
Lorraine Saunders straightened and drew a deep sigh. There was no more to ask; she knew the answers, could fill in the blanks by replacing names and addresses though, in the end, the story was the same.
Stepfathers were notorious child abusers, and add alcoholism to the description and you have a blatant case of incest. Such unnatural, licentious lust revolted the nurse, but what could she do single-handedly? The girl was not of age and exposure of her suspicions to welfare authorities could bring a lawsuit down on the school if her suspicions proved wrong.
Nurse Saunders felt her nostrils flare with rage. A drunken sex-maniac of a stepfather. A hung-over ruin of a man, peeping and pinching, waiting for a chance to debase his wife's own flesh and blood. Where was the girl's mother... ? What kind of a mother was Mrs. Jacobs to leave her daughter in the custody of a sex offender?
"Are you afraid of your stepfather?" she asked gently, cocking her head to one side and studying the girl's expression intently. "Has he ever... done anything to you?"
Abruptly the tears overflowed Kim's eyes and rolled down her high cheekboned features. "No... he's never done anything... not yet--" She broke off in mid-sentence, glancing into the knowing eyes of the nurse who could read her thoughts more aptly than she could express them--even to herself. Again Kim turned to stare out the window and across the parking lot to the football field where the coach had the boys involved in a series of calisthenics. Her eyes desperately searched out her stepbrother's lanky six-foot two inch frame. "Just go ahead and go home, Miss Saunders. I don't mind staying here by myself," she said dully.
"That's okay, Kim. I won't lock up until after football practice. Go ahead and lie down on the cot. I've changed the sheets."
Kim's mind was a maelstrom of emotions and fears too adult for her seventeen year-old experience. Timidly, she sat down on the edge of the cot and slipped off her shoes. How had Miss Saunders known what was on her mind? How could she possibly have known?
Maybe she was creating her own fears... maybe her stepfather wasn't thinking those awful sex thoughts she accused him of thinking behind that leering, hungry smirk. Gosh, Mom, she thought, why did you have to go to see Grandma now?
* * *
Carl Sanchez, eighteen years-old and brawny, emerged from the locker room, his long muscular legs carrying him quickly through the gymnasium and out the back exit to the parking lot where his Kawasaki motorcycle sat under a tree. Broad shouldered and hard muscled, he carried the enviable title of high school jock. Football, basketball, track... he competed in all athletics and won, perhaps because he had some of his father's zesty spirit, that Chicano machismo that refused to take second place to anybody.
He'd been in his share of locker room brawls and before the head coach discovered his involvement, he'd ridden with a motorcycle gang from the other side of town. Yet underneath that hard shell of sinew and meat, he possessed a heart of gold-- especially when it came to his stepsister Kim.
In long legged strides, he reached his motorcycle, kicked it off the stand and swung one hard-muscled thigh, taut in faded denims, over the seat. He revved up the motor, clouds of blue smoke spitting out behind him. It sputtered and ground as he sped out the parking lot and along the broad, tree-lined avenue, barred now with lacy shadows in the evening sunlight, his long hair streaming in the wind. Instantly he spotted her ahead of him on the sidewalk.
He would recognize her anywhere... the long blonde hair with the slightest hint of wave, the slender waist, the provocative sway to her ass cheeks as she walked in her platform shoes. But it was those long, lanky legs that marked his stepsister. Pulling up alongside her, he stopped and grinned.
"Hey, you want a ride, sis?"
Kim Jacobs smiled with relief. "I was wondering where you were. I... I'm not feeling too good, I thought I was going to have to walk home alone."
Gingerly, she climbed behind him, straddling the seat and hiking up her skirt to expose her firm, tanned thighs, silken as stockings. Carl caught his breath. His stepsister was the foxiest chick in the Junior class, and he wasn't the only guy on the football team who thought so.
For two years now she had been his stepsister; they shared no common blood, were strangers thrown together, for all practical purposes. Difficult indeed, for a hot-blooded boy in his sexual prime to regard her as a relative... living in the same house! Often he found himself flirting with her, and had seen her in various stages of undress. Last week he'd caught her stepping out of her panties when he burst into the bathroom without knocking. She'd screamed at him, covering herself with a towel, but not before he got a good peek at her full, milky breasts with their puffy pink nipples and the honeyed patch of her pubis.
Kim slung her arms around his waist, hugging his back and mashing her breasts against him, feeling a sense of security being in her stepbrother's company. He protected her like the real brother she never had, let none of his friends take advantage of her, treated her sometimes as if he were actually dating her.
Steering with one hand, Carl let the other drop to her dimpled knee and then ride a short distance up the smooth column of her satiny thigh. Annoyed, Kim slapped his hand away, cringing inwardly at the, suggestiveness of his touch. It unnerved her sometimes (times like now when he treated her like a sex object) how closely he resembled his father. The large hands and swarthy complexion, the dark eyes that snapped with mischief.
"Stop it, Carl," she shouted above the engine, putting her mouth to his ear to make herself heard.
"You got foxy legs... I can't help it!"
"Keep your hands to yourself... stepbrother!"
"Now you sound like your old lady."
"And you're acting like your father!"
Carl didn't like the insinuation of that accusation one bit! George Sanchez was a womanizer of the rarest breed, which had caused his first wife to leave him years ago.
Continual sexual frustration led him to drink--that and the dissipation of his Latino orchestra which led him to find other employment... very unhappily. Now at forty-two years of age the man found his pleasures dwindling and with male menopause beginning to set in and he could not cope without the bottle and a few tawdry vices.
"I'll be outta that house in a coupla months...." Kim's mood plunged. With Carl gone, 2242 Windsor would be a veritable hell hole--she and her mother and a drunken, dirty old man!
Turning onto their street, Carl rocketed up the driveway and parked the bike. Kim clambered off, her cramps eased by two aspirin Miss Saunders had insisted she take. For a moment she stared at the two story frame house--at the unmown front yard and the bags of garbage propped up against the house. Everything here was in a state of neglect, an adjective that could aptly describe the temperament of the household as well. She sensed a feeling of neglect, desertion when her mother, in an angry fit, threw her belongings into a suitcase and headed for the train station and Atlanta to her mother's house. A big row had sparked it off, and nothing had been the same since.
Kim passed through the living room where her step father sat glassy-eyed nursing a beer in front of the television set. He was slumped heavily in the chair, wearing a pair of baggy suit pants and sleeveless T-shirt, tufts of black hair sticking out around the hard muscle of each arm. He wiggled his stocking feet and turned to stare at her.
She shivered. Kim grunted a hurried greeting and whisked through the room, his eyes roving over her body as she scurried for her bedroom that opened off the dining room. The door slammed behind her.
Out in the living room, Carl was headed the other direction--to his back room over the porch, a small makeshift room barely large enough for his seldom-used student desk and a single bed. It smelled of incense, a diversionary tactic to camouflage the smell of marijuana that he smoked to take him high above the sordid realities of life. He stretched out on the bed, his long legs crisscrossed, hands behind his head and stared at the poster hanging on the wall. The Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders winked down at him in glossy color, their melonous breasts oozing out and above the front tie of their skimpy tops.
Man, to play pro ball and hang around chicks like that! That's what he wanted out of life.
CHAPTER TWO
George had gone out. Drinking with his buddies down at the Horse Shoe Club, Kim supposed. His drinking had been a crux of disruption and it left Kim with an edgy feeling in the pit of her empty young belly. He would return drunk and disorderly, no doubt.
Stealthily, she peeked through the bedroom door to see the television set was still on, the living room littered with yesterdays newspapers and crinkled beer cans. The man couldn't have always been this indigent, she supposed, or her mother wouldn't have married him. Something had turned sour. That saddened her.
With one eye on the television set, Kim went about her after school chores, washing the dishes and vacuuming the living room floor. To have her mother gone left her with a gnawing sense of insecurity, though deep down inside she realized the situation was temporary. Certainly her mother would never pack up and leave her alone to take care of that horrid man! All this grief, thought the young girl, because of that stupid war in Vietnam that took her fathers life.
George Sanchez would never be her father! He was but a dirty old man who looked at her in a bothersome way--as if he was mentally undressing her, his alcohol-lidded eyes following her every movement, devouring her every seventeen year-old contour, and she knew instinctively that it couldn't be normal or right for a step father to show this kind of interest in his wife's daughter. To him she was a sex object to be exploited. On one occasion, George (as she preferred to call him) stumbled accidentally into the bathroom, his dark eyes sweeping hungrily over her naked young body before he excused himself and turned for the door. That it should be necessary to lock the bathroom door to keep out her step brother and step father was an outrage; yet she had resorted to it.
Languidly Kim slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt and drew a warm, soothing bath. This was the best time of the day, lolling in the bathtub with bubbles lapping at her dimpled chin and day dreaming about the freedom of leaving this shabby dump and going to Hollywood or New York where people had manners and dressed nicely.
Testing the tepid water with pink polished fingertips, Kim caught her reflection in the steamed up mirror and wiped a spot clear. The maturity of the adolescent smiling back at her was pleasing.
Running her hands over her satin smooth skin, she cupped the rounded swells of her lushly ripening, high-set breasts, rolling the erect buds of her nipples between her fingers until they crinkly pinkly, the warm flush of tumescence spreading through her like warm sunshine--the feeling of needing human warmth, compassion, of wanting to be close to somebody... her real father.
It confused her a bit that times like this when she wanted to be held, it was the image of her real father, Lieutenant Ralph P. Jacobs, a tall, lanky blue-eyed blonde haired gentleman that came to mind. With painful and frustrated longing, that image dissipated like an evaporating cloud, and replacing it was the dark haired dare-devil by the name of Carl Sanchez. He was her protector now, her confidant.
With an effort of will, she shoved aside those aching feelings and concentrated on other things. Her period had stopped, she was happy to see, and her tummy felt fine after the nap she'd taken.
The mechanics of sex were not foreign to Kim; Jasper High School offered a very explicit sex education course which her mother had consented her daughter take, though Kim possessed no burning curiosity of such base things. She had refused to wear a boy's ring because that implied petting, heavy petting, which of course led to sexual intercourse and unwanted pregnancies and a host of complications. Living with George Sanchez was confusing and complicated enough without inviting more trouble into her life!
But there had been one guy... a friend of Carl's whom she'd dated around prom time last school year. She remembered with an embarrassed blush, as she lolled in the bathwater, slapping her legs to create bubbly waves that lapped at the nape of her neck. She had swept her hair up into a ponytail to keep it dry and the feel of warm water on her neck was wonderfully relaxing, relaxing enough to allow those memories to sweep back.
Larry Baker had bought her a yellow rose wrist corsage for the prom. After the dance and dinner, he had parked the car on a deserted street while she allowed him a few kisses and hugs. He deserved it, didn't he, after spending a fortune on her? As the car radio blasted out a disco beat, his kisses became more probing, his tongue tantalizingly sweet and demanding in her mouth. Then, before she could twist free, his hands were on her breasts, dipping into the loose bodice of her formal, working at the back zipper and easing the bodice down over her breasts until her nipples spiked out beneath the ministrations of his fingers caressing the smoothness of the two heaving mounds. A warm glow suffused her body and for that one time she did not stop him, didn't want to stop him. She felt very adult, dressed in her crisp yellow formal, wearing her mother's fine jewelry and smelling the rose corsage a man had given her.
His warm mouth trailed down her neck to the cleft between her naked breasts--and then, drawing the stiff edges of the bodice aside, he claimed the tenderly budding nubs with his warm, tantalizing lips. Kim's heart pounded from the deliciousness of it!
Yet the moral dictates of fear screamed inside Kim that it was wrong. "No, Larry," she mumbled feebly. "Please... we can't do this!"
The boy muffled her protests with his nibbling mouth, plastering it to hers as he kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue far back into her throat until it sent shivers down her goosebumped spine and his hands smoothed across her flat belly to arrive finally at the pulsing mound between her legs, which he caressed through her dress. Slightly annoyed when she pushed him away, his actions became more insistent. His hands delved below her stiff skirt, moving up her trembling inner thigh against the rising wetness of her panties, one anarchistic finger probing through the filmy nylon crotchband of her bikini panties for the hardening nub of her clitoris, forested by the honeyed fringes of her cunt. His finger played there teasingly while the adult sensations of desire flooded through her loins, weakening her objections until at last, with a throaty groan, she surrendered--this once.
It was a clash of mind versus body; but it was the body that was feeling the ecstasy and need of release, and so what right had the mind to refuse when it felt no pain... no longing, no need for fulfillment. Rational was but a bystander, watching her body play the sex game. Rebelliously, her hips began to grind uncontrollably in tiny, undulant movements up against her date's lewdly stroking finger, trying with each hip-flexing movement to drive the surrogate source of relief a bit deeper into the crying hole of her vagina.
Panting, he wrenched aside the wispy strip of nylon shielding the hot, hairy warmth between her legs, his stiff middle finger teasing in and out of the tight, never-used virginal lips with a warm, sticky gush. "Oh, Larry... no... stop- doing that! I might--"
"Might what? Cum...?"
"I've... I've never done that," she faltered.
"You're ready to any minute. God, you're wet!" Pushing up the mounds of yellow net and taffeta, his hungry hands crawled higher up under her skirt; he grasped the waistband of her lace-trimmed bikinis and hauled them down to her knees. Unconsciously, Kim shifted her weight to help, easing her buttocks off the crinkling plastic car seat until he could pull them down her thighs. He wormed a warm finger into the viscous moistness of her pussy again, drawing it along the hotly throbbing furrow until he touched the pulsating miniature bud nestling above. Kim sucked in her breath and wriggled from the electric contact, the sensitive nerve ends sizzling as if desire had short circuited somewhere. She needed more of his finger!
Larry, sensing his date's weakening defenses, brought all his guns into play. One hand stroked ever faster into the warm juicy folds of her seething pussy while the other squeezed and kneaded the smooth, taut flesh of one lushly developing breast. His knee grazed up and down the softness of her inner thigh, and his mouth sucked and nibbled at her lips, her neck, bathing her ear around the gold jewelry dangling from it... then down to the erect nubs of her nipples. He had covered the ground... now it was up to Kim.
Kim felt as if her flesh and sinew had turned to butter. Her body went wild. Her hips thrashed frantically back and forth, countering the stroking motions of his finger in her cunt. Her lips nibbled at his lips; her voice tailing off into a moan mewling moan like the cry, of a small, hungry kitten.
What was happening to her body? It was as if a foreign being within her soul- had taken control.
She jerked convulsively, hips flexing faster and grinding up off the car seat, her belly shuddering uncontrollably as the sex-raw sensations raced through her like thunderbolts... and suddenly it burst! Kim recognized the new thrilling, shattering experience of orgasm when it hit! Surging tides of rapture and light sprinkled ecstasy rained down over her flickering eyelids. As if from a distance she heard her own voice cry: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Larrrrrrreeeeee! I'm cum-ming! Aggggghhhh!"
Wave after sloshing wave of euphoric delight washed over her until finally she collapsed in the boy's arms and he kissed her tenderly. "Liked that, huh?"
"Oh, gee, did I ever!" She drew a long sigh.
For a moment, she rested her head back on his shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm her rapacious heartbeat and collect her ragged thoughts. Using a finger for stimulation and ultimate release had been termed masturbation in her sex education class and though Miss Saunders, the school nurse, had not said it was wrong, Kim did not feel proud of herself for having succumbed.
Then his fingers laced around hers, gently guiding her shaking hand to the zipper of his rented tuxedo. "Now you can take care of me...."
"T-take care of y-you?" What did he mean by that?
A He reached down, unzipped his pants and hauled out his redly throbbing, fully erect eighteen year-old penis. Kim looked away in embarrassment, dragging her eyes from the throbbing hunk of male flesh with its mushroomed head glistening with seminal juices welling from the rubbery tip. She had, on a few occasions, seen her stepbrother's by mistake, but his wasn't long and hard like this; his had been soft and wrinkled.
"Here, let me put your hand on it," he said.
"M-my hand?"
"Come on, don't play the dumb blonde broad! You're going to jack me off... like I did for you." Before she could offer a protest, he took her unresisting hand and placed it on the hard rod, wrapping her tiny fingers around its chunky girth. "Now move your hand up and down so the skin pulls back... like this... and keep doing that until I cum." He kept his hand on hers and demonstrated.
At the first contact with her fingers, Kim tried to jerk away, and as her hand unwillingly touched the genital flesh, she gasped aloud. "No, it feels so--so weird!"
"Come off it! Either that or suck me off... I deserve something for spending all my bucks on you tonight."
Kim couldn't refute that logic, yet the thought of putting her mouth on that ugly thing was detestable! She couldn't imagine anyone doing such a disgusting thing!
His penis was warm and hard in the palm of her clammy fist. She could feel the heat it exuded through the tautly stretched skin of the throbbing shaft as she succumbed to his wishes, pumping her hand stiffly up and down as he had instructed. Her fingers only just met around the blood-swollen rod, and she wondered how such a massive spear of male flesh could ever worm its way into a girl's vagina. If he tried to put that in hers, it would rip her in half!
But she didn't want to bring up the question for fear Larry might want to show her. Perhaps had he suggested it a few minutes ago, she might well have allowed it; the thought made her shudder and she clenched Larry tighter.
"Holy shit!" he barked. "You tryin' to kill it? Let up a little... just move it nice and easy up and down... up and down...." Trying to follow his instructions like an obedient little girl, Kim felt his penis pulse and jerk in her hand, and somehow she experienced a thrill at the visible response to her ministrations. Was that all it took? Some indefinable feeling of erotic stimulation coursed through her young veins and she sensed the power, the animal fury, in that male organ that was independent of Larry, as it responded to her lightened touch. His cock expanded and throbbed under her fingers, its heat seeming to increase with the friction as she milked the stiffened shaft, little dribbles of pre-cum wetting her fingers as she worked. The tip of her pink tongue stuck out between her teeth as she pumped it.
Now his hips were undulating, jerking up and down to meet the movement of her hand, fucking into her fist with a jackhammering fury. He moved faster and faster, the sticky pre-cum oozing from the tip. Now she could no longer keep up with him. Holding her hand almost immobile, she squeezed his penis hard and, wincing, closed her eyes and waited for it to erupt.
Handkerchief in hand, hovering just over the blood-engorged head of his racing cock, Larry groaned a deep, animalish grunt. He must be very near, she thought, marveling at the realization that she was actually the one who was making him orgasm. All that throbbing power in her tiny, trembling hand! Suddenly, Larry hissed through clenched teeth, and Kim could feel the hard rod of flesh in her grasp begin a spasmodic, staccato jerking, pumping its steaming seed through the tumescent tube of his cock and into the wadded handkerchief.
In the darkness she could not see it spurting thick and potent from the tip of the dilated slit. But some of the scalding fluid escaped and percolated through her clenched fingers, and she could smell the pungent male odor of him in the close-windowed car. It smelled slightly like the Ajax that she used to clean the kitchen sink with.
... and the remembrance of the surprise she had felt in that feeling of knew knowledge stayed with her until she slipped into a nightie and crawled between the sheets, exhausted and relaxed.
CHAPTER THREE
"Helen, why are you doing this to me?" George Sanchez dug his fingers into the pay telephone coin return slot and slammed the receiver back on the hook with a clank that turned heads along the Horse Shoe club bar. "The fucking bitch won't even talk to me," he grumbled, tossing himself down on the bar stool and clamping his mustached lips over the rim of the beer mug.
Pedro, the ex-drummer for the Latin Lovers, George's group, slapped his colleague on the back consolingly. "Got woman problems?"
George buried his face in his hands and shook his head. "She won't make love to me, she won't talk to me... now she's two hundred miles away!" He threw up his hands.
Since the break up of his band, his life had crumbled. First the record contract fell through because of the new disco rage and now his wife had left him--and wouldn't discuss reconciliation. He had met Helen when he was playing at a benefit for wives of POWs; she had fallen for his swarthy compassion, his genteel manner, his fast-working hands.
George took a long swill of his beer and slammed the empty glass down on the bar top, gesturing to the bartender for a refill. "Stupid situation. Like a fool," he said, spreading his hands, "I say one night... Helen, your daughter is getting to be a nice looking little lady... getting curves in the right places, letting her blonde hair grow nice and long. You know what she'd get on a street corner in Mexico City?" He tutted. "She accused me of wanting to make it with her kid instead of her. She's jealous of her own daughter... what can a man do?" He downed the next drink in three swills. "I was just tryin' to be honest... just trying to be honest...." Pedro twirled his moustache, reading the signs of distress in his friend's voice. "First mistake you made, pal, was tryin' to be honest with your wife. Women don't want their old man to be honest... they wanna be flattered and fucked."
"Yours maybe, mine, no!" He scratched his chin, cogitating the wisdom of those words. "Could be you're right... but I can't fuck a woman two hundred miles away."
Then...
His nostrils smelled her before their eyes locked. She was a pale skinned beauty in a red dress, sitting two bar stools away and smoking French-style on a femininely slim cigarette. One hand was perched on an out-thrust hip, stockinged legs scissored over each other, dress pulled up to above her stocking tops to expose a long strand of lacey garter whose intimacy every man in the bar coveted. The woman was shameless and cheap... the kind of woman George needed now! Nervously he twitched at his moustache, a slow grin growing over his swarthy features. A rumble thundered through his gonads.
Their eye contact was intense. But first, he needed a couple more beers.
* * *
The walls of 2242 Windsor were cardboard thin and intimacy even behind locked doors was impossible. For the past few years Kim had become accustomed to awakening in the night to the sound of the bed banging against the wall or to hushed voices cooing-- sometimes fighting.
The phosphorescent hands of the clock were difficult to read through sleep blurred eyes... and why was she struggling to wake up? What was different about this particular night that compelled her to force alertness?
She listened, emerald eyes flashing wide. Suddenly she bolted upright in bed. Her mother was in Atlanta--two hundred miles away; so who was her father making love to in her mother's bedroom?
What kind of outrage was that dirty man bringing down on this house! Incensed with rage, Kim slipped out of bed and padded into the bathroom separating her room from her parents'. Her heart thumping in her chest, she stood in the dark with her ear pressed to the connecting door.
"... it's twenty bucks for head and fifteen for a straight fuck... unless you want me in the ass... then it's another twenty-five. Take your pick... time's wastin', honey...."
"Shit, that's thirty-five bills to catch a disease!"
"I just got my shots!" snapped a female voice.
"Ah... that's it honey... sure, I'll pay twenty bucks for lips like that... Ohhhh, Jesus, sugar mouth...!"
Kim started, stifling a gasp of horror. What was going on? It didn't take long, however, to fill in the blanks, for in a few minutes the creak of bedsprings, the rustle of garments and sheets, grunting male breathing... and a low mewling feminine moan told her all she needed to know. Her stepfather was making love to another woman in her mother's bed!
The eavesdropping teenager was thunderstruck, outraged, irate. Her mind reeled and she grasped the doorjamb to maintain her balance. Kim bit her lips to keep from crying out.
Why had her mother married this dirty brute? Oh, God, were all men that insensitive... was this what she had to look forward to when she married? Her stepfather and another woman doing it... committing adultery in the family house!
Tears streamed down her face as she listened and an overwhelming feeling of shame swept through her, as though she was somehow involved in the illicit, lewd actions. George was cheapening her mother's affections... cheapening everyone's association in the house! How could she feel close to Carl now... Carl who resembled his father in appearance and thought. Oh God, she couldn't tolerate much more emotional stress!
For Kim the world stood still. This was the ultimate family disgrace. It had to be stopped... now! Breath snorting through uptilted, flaring nostrils, Kim's hand crept to the doorknob; she twisted it, praying that it would make no noise. The door opened a few inches and she advanced her eye to the crack, her heart pounding with fear. George might hit her for this! But somebody had to stand up for female rights here!
A single glance into the dimly lit room was enough. Emerald eyes slanting with hurt and anger, she saw the two of them on the stripped down bed, the woman's bobbing blonde head working between Kim's stepfather's thighs, her mouth slipping over the swarthy nob of his penis while he wrapped his fingers in her hair and gritted his teeth, muttering encouragements in Spanish.
The blood pounding in their temples, the distressed young girl watched the degrading scene in horrified fascination. She almost choked with revulsion when the woman reached down to knead George's testicles, then lick at their hairy sacs with long, wet slurps.
The thought that George had ever forced her mother Helen into this degrading act was the catalyst that broke Kim's heart. Her chest torn by deep, muffled sobs, she reeled away to her own room and closed the door to blot out the memory of the scene she had witnessed.
Sprawled full length on her bed, a corner of the pillow stuffed into her mouth to stifle her sobs of grief, she cried her heart out, wondering why her life had taken such a sour turn at this tender age of seventeen.
Time passed and the night silenced. At last her emotional storm was over and she lay dry-eyed, staring into the dark when she heard Carl's Kawasaki crackling outside of her window. She listened as he parked the machine and heard his footsteps pass beneath her window as he walked around the side of the house to his sleeping room in the back.
Carl! Carl was all the family left her now. That George was sleeping with other women must imply that her mother was never coming back. Oh, life was a dark experience for the blonde haired girl! She felt hatred, betrayal and contempt for the man who was supposed to replace her real father. Her youthful idealism had been shattered. She had to talk to Carl about this--perhaps he could give her the male side of this travesty!
Her heart beating wildly, she tiptoed out of her room, through the living room and kitchen and up the creaking back steps. The thread of light shining under his door gave her hope.
"Carl... ? It's me... Kim. Can I come in?" She sniffed, forcing stoicism.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carl pretended not to hear her beckoning, buying time to hide the bag of marijuana he'd just copped over at Olie's Hamburger Stand. Unzipping his pants, he pulled the plastic baggie out of his crotch and dipped it into his rumpled underwear drawer, then opened the door.
"Hey, Kim... what's up?" He saw her standing there, shivering in her thin, flowered nightdress, her face pale with strain.
Brushing past him and into the room, his eyes followed her lithe honey-haired figure. Like his father, he was hot on blondes. Damn, that she was his sister! He eased the door shut, not wanting to awaken his father who would be angry with him for breaking training rules. Both of them had their hearts set on him playing pro ball... and if the old man knew about the dope... watch out!.
Kim turned to face him, her quivering chin lifting to look into his face, ten inches towering above her. "I've got... to talk to you... I... I saw your father...." She choked, unable to continue, her voluptuous body swaying toward him for support.
Instinctively he caught her in his arms, feeling her tremble like a leaf in a storm. For a tough little girl, she was awfully upset. "What's wrong, Kim?" he asked gently. But she burst into tears and buried her face in his football jersey.
Carl held his stepsister close while she sobbed inconsolably. He stood awkwardly, his arms draped around her, not knowing what to do. Though she had been an aloft stepsister at first, he had proven his affection for her, both having been single children, and he knew she trusted him. He stroked her back, hoping that would stem the flood of tears, and as he did so his senses began to betray him. The supple, pliant flesh under the thin nylon of her nightgown was warm and smooth to the touch. His hand drifted down to the curving swell of her round, firm buttocks, feeling them silky under his hand. God!
Carl gulped. His stepsister's body wasn't curvy from padded brassieres, judging from the weight he felt mashing against his chest. Never had he held her close like this before and the soft intimacy shot straight to his cock and jerked it upright in partial erection. It throbbed and jerked in the confines of his Levi's, and he decided it was wrong to be that close to her.
"L-Let's sit down, Kim...." he murmured, his black eyes flashing.
She nodded her head in agreement and together they sat down on the edge of the sagging single bed. He tried to pull away from her embrace, but she clung to him like a crying child.
"Lay it on me, Kim... what's buggin' you?"
Kim dabbed t her wide green eyes and drew a deep breath. Objectivity and reason had to be applied to this situation as one would apply it to a geometry problem in school. Pulling her feet up, she sat back, doubling her knees and hugging them to her chest, lacing her long, pink polished fingers over her knees. "It... it was so awful... what I saw... I didn't know...." she began.
Carl lounged on the narrow bed, pulling his knees up as he lay on his side facing her. He studied her twitching mouth and said, "Turn off the waterworks, baby... tell me what's causin' the flow, huh?"
His flippancy was ignored.
"Y-your father... came home f-from the bar... with a-another woman and I... saw them doing things...." she sniffed.
"Was he fucking her?"
"Carl... please!" she tutted. "But not the regular way...."
"You mean she was blowing him?" Carl whistled, then spread his hands and lifted his shoulders. "But your Mom... I wonder if--"
"... If she knew he was having affairs? I don't know, maybe that's why she went to Grandma's."
"Boy... I feel bad." Then his eyes settled on hers. "Listen... I hope you don't think I'm a creep because of what my old man does. You gotta understand, Kim, he ain't been the same since his group busted up. That was kinda his soul... kept him together since my ma left him." He shook his head. "Poor Dad, now Helen split."
"D-do you think she left for good?" Kim's dimpled chin quivered with emotion and her green eyes squeezed out a hot tear that rolled down her satiny, flushed cheek.
"I guess if I was her, I would...." he said, unthinking.
Panic and hopelessness caught in Kim's throat. "I g-guess I'll be going away to Grandma's too, then. I c-can't stay in the same house with him!"
"But how will you get there?" He couldn't keep his eyes off the rich swells of her young breasts, the puffy pink nipples standing out like little bumblebees in the floral print of her nightgown.
"I'll hitchhike... I'll run away. Nobody here cares anyway."
"You? Out on the road? You've got to be kidding, Kim, you couldn't survive five miles!"
"Why not?" She blinked at him, her dark eyelashes curled from warm tears.
"You don't know nothin' about street life, that's why. You gotta be tough... tough like the chicks I hang around with."
"Like them?" Kim wrinkled up her nose. "Lola and Andie? They're... they're whores!"
"Hey, cool it! They're not whores... they just know how to use their bodies. So they smoke a joint during lunch hour. Big deal!" He spread his hands in a belittling gesture. "Now those girls could hitchhike from here to Timbucktoo and have no troubles... because they know how to handle life."
"Can you teach me?" Kim brightened, leaning forward and impulsively planting a kiss on his golden cheek in a coercive display of unconscious sexism.
Carl stared down at his blonde haired step sister, his mind racing, his heart thumping wildly, while down below his virile penis throbbed achingly. He couldn't believe the havoc her innocent kiss had played on his emotions. Boy, he was a sucker. Christ! If Helen found out he taught her daughter to smoke dope, she'd have him jailed. Helen was that way... unbending and a bit frigid and bitter. Still, he loved Kim as if she were his own sister, loved her as a beautifully budding young woman who loved and needed to be loved. God, if they weren't related, he could teach her so much more!
With a trembling hand, he reached up and gently pulled her down beside him on the bed. His voice was hoarse when he said: "Kim... what do you want to learn?"
"I want to know what to expect when I get out there on the freeway and stick out my thumb," she said resolutely.
He knew that this blonde virgin was not ready to go the route that he was cogitating, but maybe she could be brought around to it. After all, she wasn't really his sister... and he did love her. His own experience with women told him that the turn-on from pot was the only way to reduce her sexual fears and intensify her hunger for warm body flesh. Should he try it on her?
He studied her rosebud lips, the dimple in her chin, the honey blonde hair cascading down over her milky white shoulders and decided... Yes! If she were to survive the freeways with dirty minded truckers and traveling salesmen--not to mention motorcycle gangs--she was going to have to learn about dope and sex. Without a doubt, he was qualified to teach this young woman. Some heavy-handed guy might be rough on her!
"You know anything bout grass?" he asked.
"I--I've heard about it...."
"First you have to learn that taking PCP-- that's angel dust--or acid or heroin is going to string you out. Stay away from that crap. Now grass is a different thing. It'll mellow you out and make you feel all lightheaded and good inside."
Kim struggled to understand what he was saying. She had heard some of those drugs mentioned in health class. "It's safe, then... and won't give me a hangover?"
"That's right." Confessions were in order. "I shouldn't be tellin' you this, but since you're gonna be leaving soon, I think I better...." The thought of Kim leaving him was painful but the advantages it was offering him now were almost worth the emptiness he would feel later. While she was still here he could be as close to her as a man can to a woman... maybe. "I been smokin' pot for two years... but you better not say anything to anybody or I'll get kicked off the team and then poof! there goes my career."
"Oh, I would never tell anybody," promised Kim, her wide green eyes surveying her step brother as if seeing him for the first time ever.
"Yeah... and it's a great high. It doesn't string you out and it wears off after a couple of hours and you're right at point zero... and nobody can tell."
"You make it sound sort of nice," she said, wiggling her shoulders and garnering her courage.
Here was his chance. His selling job must be working; Kim was looking more relaxed, with that trusting look in her eye as if she expected him to perform a miracle. Instantly he felt self-confident as, casually, he rose from the bed, ignoring the tenting bulge in his Levi's where his throbbing penis cried for release, and walked to the dresser. In a second, he had one of the joints he'd rolled earlier and holding it carefully in his hand, he turned to his sister and said: "I'm going to light up. You can blow some with me if you want... but you gotta keep this cool, you understand?"
A fleeting look of fright passed over Kim's angelic features. "You've got dope in this house?"
Swiftly, he checked the curtains at the window, drawing them closed, then locked the door. He held up the hand rolled cigarette for her inspection. "This is what it looks like. You can see it's not a real cigarette from the bulge in the middle and the way it's got no filter."
In wide-eyed fascination, Kim watched as Carl sat down beside her, lit the joint and drew the sweet smelling smoke deep into his lungs, holding it there for a long moment before letting it burst from his lungs like dragon-smoke. He exhaled completely, then smiled at her.
"It's easier to smoke than tobacco. Here... you try some."
The rich smoke he had exhaled inches from her flaring nostrils gave her a heady feeling. She couldn't help inhaling some; the room was small and unventilated.
After another deep puff, going through the same routine, he blew more smoke into her face and watched her perky nose twitch.
"It's great for relaxing," he said thickly. "It makes the world great for a while. No problems... nothing but love. Everybody loves everybody. What the old man does isn't important... or what Helen does neither. Dope is where it's at... makes you love everybody!"
His voice, softer now, musical, almost lyrical, washed over Kim, mesmerizing her like the far away chant of the Muses; she could see that the marijuana had changed him, softened the edges of his otherwise burly temperament. She realized that he was seeing and feeling things that only marijuana could give, that she, in her straight state could not feel and see. He was in a world far away from this house, from her problems... he was in a world of love and beauty. She, too, wanted to be distant from this place where nothing but sorrow abounded.
That was the reason she was here in Carl's bedroom, to find solace, companionship, compassion. But Carl wasn't here anymore; he was gone off to another world, a world to which he was beckoning her, urging her to follow him. Did she trust him enough to follow?
The bridge she must cross was a flimsy one. It was only smoke and yet... could she reach out to the smoke, grasp it, and pull herself carefully over to the other side where Carl waited? It was like fording a stream and not being able to swim. If she didn't find the courage to cross, she would be abandoned, alone forever with her dark thoughts and depression. Oh, God, she had to take the chance!
A trembling hand reached out to touch Carl's arm. "Carl?" Her voice was small, the voice of a frightened little girl. "It's scary on this side."
He cocked an eyebrow at her, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. "All you have to do, Kim, is put that joint in your mouth and take a puff." He put the joint between her shaking, pink polished fingertips. "It's the only way to get there!"
Kim stared at the poorly rolled cigarette and suddenly she knew the reality before her had to be brighter than what she'd experienced downstairs moments before. Yet she was unable to put it to her lips. Again the fear of the unknown...
"It'll be okay... I promise...." He stared at her with softening brown eyes. "You think I'd lie to you, Kim?"
Rapaciously, she shook her head in the negative.
He stifled an urge to put the cigarette to her mouth and force her to smoke it, but he knew he couldn't be forceful with this wallflower. The decision must be hers.
Hesitantly, Kim raised her hand, the joint held awkwardly between her fingers as she brought the wet end of the paper to her rosebud lips and inhaled lightly, wrinkling her brow as the first puff of smoke entered her lungs.
Carl was elated. She blew the smoke out of her mouth experimentally, cautiously as would a genteel, sophisticated lady. "You've got to hold it down for a while," he instructed.
Again she tried, this time taking the pungent smoke into her lungs and holding it there with determination before exhaling. She coughed and pounded her chest with her fist, eyes watering. "It feels strange...."
"Take about four drags... it'll take a minute to work."
They smoked the rest of the marijuana, passing it from hand to hand like old pros. Moments later, Kim recognized the feeling of euphoria as it overtook her with a gush of feeling that was warm and secure. She noticed that now, although her movements were normal, it took a long time to raise her hand to her mouth to take another drag. Time seemed to be standing still.
This is how Carl feels! I'm there! she thought jubilantly. She looked at her stepbrother long and hard. Strange how she had never noticed the dimples in his cheeks before! Fears fading, the tension in her muscles relaxed and she lounged back against the headboard, watching the patterns of smoke in the bedroom. Carl was smoking it down to the roach. He stubbed out the end and saved the rumpled end.
As she watched him, Kim began to realize how truly handsome her stepbrother was, and found it strange that she had never thought of him in that context. She closed her eyes, amused at the pattern of flickering lights behind her eyelids. What had she been so scared of? The world was beautiful Opening her eyes, she looked directly into her brother's. He had lain back against the headboard beside her, leaning over her slightly. He grinned down at her and said, "You feelin' any different?"
"Not really... just a little strange."
Carl came to the point: "When you get turned on, I'll teach you about sex."
Strangely, she felt no surprise at his words. "But you're my stepbrother!" she said with a giggle. "We can't do that!" But Kim experienced a tingle of excitement within her, a tiny tremor in the pit of her belly, and she was aware of it like a minute spark struck from a piece of flint.
"We're not really brother and sister... and besides, back in ancient Egypt brother and sisters used to fuck...."
"Carl!" Again a bawdy giggle.
"Sure! The pharaohs did it to keep royalty in the family. Didn't you take Ancient Civ?"
"Carl" she said tremorously. "Let's talk about other stuff... like which side of the freeway I stand on to get a ride to Atlanta...."
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen Jacobs Sanchez, a willowy platinum haired woman of thirty-eight, appeared older than her years this evening, though the high-cheek boned, sophisticated beauty of her chiseled features could never be subdued.
"I have the awful feeling, mother, that George is going to do something to my girl!" In mid-pace, she spun around, looking for an answer in her mother's serene features. "Why, he even commented that she was turning into a woman, and my God, the way he stares at her!"
Deliah watched her daughter's agony, helpless in offering relief. Times had been trying, what with waiting to hear the whereabouts of Lieutenant Jacobs... then getting that terribly insensitive telegram from the government. Still, her daughter possessed a penchant for drama, for creating her own inveiglements. "Has he--tried anything with Kim?" she asked gently.
"No...." came the strained reply.
"Then how do you know?" She eyed her daughter's arching eyebrows. "Do you think, dear, you might be causing issues that don't exist?" And then, more gently: "... do you feel adequate in bed with George? Now don't get upset!" She raised a restraining hand. "South of the border blood runs hot... I wasn't born yesterday, you know."
"If I could talk to Kim without George knowing it's me on the phone I could--"
"Could what? Be sensible, dear. Don't destroy the poor child's sense of security any more than it has been already. Don't plant fears in the girl's head."
"I guess we should wait then. I'll call the school tomorrow and ask the superintendent to get her out of class and send her a ticket to Atlanta."
"Now you're being sensible."
* * *
Carl had slipped his arm around his stepsister's shoulders and pulled her close to him, easing his way into her trust.
"Now let's talk about sex. Did you ever see this?" From under the bed he pulled a book with ragged edges. Flipping it open, he showed her graphic pictures of sexual intercourse with all its variants. The women were all gorgeously shaped and the men were well-endowed. Idly, Kim glanced at the photographs. "Oh," she said blandly--until she saw the picture depicting fellatio.
"That's what that woman was doing to your father," she said.
"She was really sucking him off, huh?"
"Don't be so crass! I don't know how she could stand doing it!" Kim wrinkled up her nose.
"What was Dad doing... I mean was be being mean?"
"Sort of... he was pulling at her hair...."
"Tell me... I been wonderin' about this a long time. Does Dad have a big one? Is it bigger than mine?" he asked brazenly, reaching down to loosen his belt and unzip his Levi's, then dipping his hand in to release his erect, throbbing penis for her inspection.
Instinctively, Kim looked askance. "Please...." She peeked at it out of the corner of her eye. "I think you're about the same size."
"Have you ever touched a cock before?"
Kim blushed and bit her lip. "Yes," she said with firm finality. Remembering Larry, Kim recognized the same sunshiny glow in her loins. All this talk about sex and witnessing first hand the oral sex in the bedroom... plus the loosening effects of the marijuana, were working on her, insidiously pushing her nearer and nearer the brink of sexual desire. She squirmed her thighs together to stem the feelings ricocheting around in her young body.
It was only a tiny movement, but Carl had been watching for it and knew that in a few minutes he would be ready for Lesson Two. He rationalized to himself that sending a virgin out to hitchhike the freeways was cruel, indeed; he would be her mentor. He would make it good for her and good for himself; he would teach her the beauty of sex to annihilate the wretched introduction given hear by his equally wretched father. Now to prepare her...
"Larry, huh? Did he fuck you?"
"I've never done that!"
"Did you suck him off?"
"Carl!" Kim was furious. "I-I-I just used my hand...."
"Did he cum?"
"Yes...." She looked away and tutted. "Did you cum?"
"Yes, I came... now can we talk about something else, please?"
"Well, I'll be darned. You know more than I thought you did!" he taunted playfully, reaching over to cup a round, proudly up-thrust breast in his large hand.
Even though the cloth of her nightgown, his touch seared her skin, scorching down through her belly to burn furiously in her already frothing pussy. She tried to shrink back away from him, but Carl was a persistent boy, keeping his hand on her breast and feeling the bud of her nipple expand and grow from the heat of his hand.
"Oh, Carl... don't do that! It's not right!" she pleaded. "You're my stepbrother and--"
"We're not in this time and space... we're ancient pharaohs in Egypt That's not a nightgown you're wearing, that's a queen's drag, okay?"
"Don't be silly!"
"Hey, what's wrong with pretending? Do you like living in this house with him? Do you really dig what's going on in your life?"
"You know the answer to that," she said in a bored voice.
"Okay... so what's wrong with pretending if it makes life more fun?"
Her stepbrother's hand left her breast and began to slither slowly and deliberately down across Kim's flat tummy. Squirming under his searing touch, Kim clamped her legs to impede his adventurous hands from reaching the soft, sparsely curling hair of her pubic mound, yet she couldn't resist the sensual salaciousness of his caress; it was even more intense than the time she had allowed Larry to use his hand on her down there. A thrill of lewd sensation surged through her aroused teenage flesh, and under the influence of marijuana, it seemed that eons of time had ensued during which she savoured every slithering inch as his hand slowly slid and kneaded her vibrant body. The slinky material of her nightgown added a warm friction, multiplying the sensations wonderfully. Yet even through the narcotic fog in her brain, a small, hesitant voice cried out from within: "Don't do it!"
With a supreme effort of will, she twisted away from him, swung her legs down onto the floor and sprang to her feet. "No, Carl!" she said with firm resolve, her breath a bit ragged. "It's wrong!" She started for the door.
But Carl was the athlete. He sat up, imprisoned her in his arms and laid his head against her soft breasts. "Christ, Kim! Don't run out on me... I wouldn't run out on you if you were the one who wanted some comfort." The South of the border charm was working wonders again. "I know you want to be close to me, too... so let's relax together, let ourselves get all hot and enjoy it."
He never used the word fuck, for his own selfish coercive reasons.
Jim yelped, his grip too strong for her. "No, Carl!"
"Have I ever said no to you?"
"No... no, you haven't."
"Listen, Kim. It'd be better if you did it with me the first time," he said cunningly. "If you start hitchhiking, these guys are gonna know you're a cherry and they'll hurt you. After the first time it doesn't hurt... let me prove it to you!"
Deftly, he reached down, grasped the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up over her hips, exposing her naked loins to his gaze.
Swiftly then, he slid from the bed to the floor, maintaining a firm hold on her smooth skinned buttocks. He sat back on his haunches to bring his face close up to the exposed fur of her pubic mound, and then shot out his tongue to slide it into the hair-encircled vaginal slit, pressuring the tip of it inward to part the fleshy outer lips and find the pulsating nub of her clitoris.
Summer lightning played there during the breathless moment when he probed and licked, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Kim's lips. She stared downward to where his face was buried in the blonde fuzz of her pussy and felt those familiar bubbling sensations wash over her, not understanding how her own stepbrother could evince such intense sensations of pleasure, of sublime sensuality, in her innocent body.
"No... please, Carl...." She wrapped her fingers in his black curls and tried to tug his head free of her loins. Yet somehow seeing him kneeling subserviently at her feet to give her pleasure was strangely exciting. She was alive with sensation, her whole body curdling with tingling warmth of promise, overshadowing all other rational thoughts. She felt him everywhere--from the nubby tips of her nipples to her curled under toes, she was one mass of jellied flesh. Never had she felt this way, as the ravaging tongue brought her to peaks of promised ecstasy. God! She could feel the moist warmth of his tongue and power of his massaging hands caressing her buttocks, hips and thighs. He was everywhere at once. Oh, Lord, forgive me, Mother... but I want to make love to him. Then in appendage, He's not really my brother... he's not my flesh and blood!
And as a woman will, the last protest was hers: "P-Please, Carl... we can't... it's against training rules... it's against everything!"
Lips still clamped to her warm pussy, Carl shook his head emphatically and quiveringly, her hands moved up to cradle either side of her flushing cheeks, pressing his face in close to her loins, unconsciously giving him tacit permission to continue as his tongue plunged wildly in and out of her trembling cuntal furrow. Instinctively, she relaxed the tension in her thigh muscles, allowing her thighs to spread submissively as she moved her feet farther apart and her pelvis tipped up with the flexing of her developing hips to begin a tiny countering movement of her stepbrother's hungrily plunging tongue. She moaned softly, the building ecstasy too much to keep within.
Abruptly, Carl rose to his feet, sliding his arms up around her, carrying the hem of her nightgown up and over the full round firmness of her breasts. Automatically, she lifted her arms over her head, letting him remove the garment from her vibrant young body.
Then the wind was knocked from her lungs as he crushed her against his hard, youthful chest, her naked breasts mashed between their bodies, while the meaty length of his throbbing penis pressed against her belly.
Kim's mind and body were anesthetized, mentholated from marijuana and with her arms around him, her hands stroked up and down his strong, long back; her face lifted for his kiss. He plastered his lips to hers and tasted his marijuana-scented tongue spar with hers.
Suddenly, the half-drugged teenager felt her legs turn to rubber. A hand went out to the edge of the bed to keep her from falling, as a wave of dizziness overcame her. Carl eased her lithe body back on the bed, then began to strip off his clothes hastily. As he stood tall above her, he marveled at the perfection of Kim's lush nakedness.
Kim writhed on the bed in an agony of searing need as her stepbrother stripped before her, standing finally lean and muscular, his hard fleshy penis standing out in a virile erection. Long and hard, she stared at his manhood, wondering how that fat hunk of .flesh could get inside her body down there, when nothing bigger than a finger had ever plumbed those secret depths.
Carl noted the direction of her gaze and grinned confidently. "Don't worry... I'll stretch you good first."
She loved him for soothing her fears, for feeling concern for her well being. "Oh, Carl...." In a blur of motion he was beside her on the bed, his lips on hers, his free hand caressing her breasts, belly, thighs and pussy mound. Finally, his hand shot down between her legs and covered the whole of her steaming pussy, gently massaging the hot wet flesh. Her pelvis moved in churning circles under his hand, and he knew she was aroused... would remain so until orgasm. Lola, Karen... none of those girls were this beautiful stretched out naked. Kim was a satin doll!
Deftly, he moved to kneel between her legs, levering them apart as he gazed hungrily down at her tempting nakedness, the coralline flesh of her vaginal split glistening moistly in the dim light of the room.
Kim squirmed at the feel of his middle finger tracing the thin furrow of her exposed cunt, and she squirmed involuntarily beneath the salacious probing while moaning aloud with sensual desire as the electric contact of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her inner thighs. She squirmed and ground her buttocks down into the mattress.
Slowly, carefully as not to hurt her, his finger slid in, probing deep into her yearning vaginal passage, easing it in and out for several slow maddening strokes before he began to churn it around and around just inside the tiny, pulsating mouth. She felt a twinge of pain and gasped. "Oh, Carl... please don't hurt me."
"I won't...." came the ragged, breathy reply.
Again, a twinge of discomfort caused her to jerk her hips down and away, grinding them in to the mattress. She heard him say proudly: "I've got two fingers in you now!" Then the pain was rapidly being replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as her brother finger-fucked her, stretching her swollen flanges and cuntal mouth. Suddenly she arched her back and yelped: "That hurts!"
"Just a little more...." he breathed heavily above her. "I've got three fingers in now... Christ, you're tight!"
Gradually she let her hips sink down, let her muscles relax. "Oh, it's beginning to feel--good!" Again she began gyrating beneath her stepbrother while his fingers probed deliciously. And he promised it would get better when he actually put his penis inside of her. Beautiful, wasn't that how he'd described it?
Then a wave of disappointment washed through Kim a second later when she felt him pull free his fingers from her steaming pussy. She raised her head to discover why and looking between her softly mounded breasts, she saw her loving stepbrother leaning forward, his face buried between her open thighs. He was going to lick her there again, she realized, feeling butterflies twitter in her stomach at the thought of it.
Between Kim's legs, Carl could see droplets of moisture glistening like dew on her gently pulsating petal-like cuntal lips. Oh, she tasted good... like soap and perfume. He had succeeded in stretching her without drawing blood, a good omen of his gentility. Using his thumbs then, he slowly parted the fleshy outer lips to then reveal the coral depths of her cuntal passage, and saw that the soft pink flanges of her hymen were cleared from the opening. Secretly, he was pleased with himself; he hadn't been that gentle with Lola. He drew her pussy lips apart and licked his lips.
Kim gazed down at him through glazed eyes, then felt her pelvis automatically lift up, offering her virginity to him. Uncontrolled, involuntary, instinctive... her motions were all of those things. She was a woman on the brink of an orgasm, a woman who needed to be loved by a man. She felt the soft warm wisps of his breath graze the secret, sensitive flesh and she moaned aloud as he lowered his head, his face disappearing into the split between her legs and nuzzling in against the wetly quivering flesh. Then his tongue slithered hot and wet into her more-than-ready-vagina.
Kim's body responded womanishly, automatically, convulsively to the thrilling electric sensations lurching up to him, then ground back and down into the mattress to escape the intense, galvanic shock of desire that seemed momentarily to overload her untried nervous system. But in the next instant, her hips were arching up to shove her seething pussy into his mouth again. Her total physical and mental surrender to his new-found rapture held her captive. Only delicious orgasm could free her from this carnal bondage. All the barriers were down and an animalish heat in the pit of her belly cried for fulfillment.
Blindly, tossing her head on the pillow cascaded with honey waves, she entangled her fingers in Carl's long hair and pulled his face firmly up into her wildly churning loins.
Oh, Lord, it was happening. "Oh, my Carl...." she moaned. "My Daddy..."
CHAPTER SIX
George Sanchez sat in the darkness, the pantry light casting shadows over his shoulder to exaggerate the size of the water glass half-filled with whiskey sitting before him on the kitchen table. It was late--one o'clock in the morning, perhaps. An hour or so earlier he'd heard Carl scream up on his bike. Now the house was dead silent.
The fullness in his groin momentarily abated, his thoughts were more lucid, more precise, more depressing. Part of him hated his weakness of resorting to buying sex from a prostitute who hadn't the class to offer him a motel room somewhere; yet part of him defended that action with the defensive gut-response of a man whose wife has denied him sex, only to leave him with two children to support.
Wearing his bathrobe, slumped over the table, he buried his face in his hands, then broke the spell to take a deep swill from the whiskey-filled glass. He stared blankly at the kitchen wall. Hadn't Helen been increasingly aloof since Kim reached adolescence? Was it his imagination or had his wife been turning over more and more of her household duties to Kim. Who ironed his shirts? Kim. Who cooked him dinner while Helen was off gabbing with her friends? Kim. Wasn't Helen molding her daughter into a surrogate wife of sorts?
And her response to his admiration of Kim's recent womanly developments. Jealous outrage... cutting him off from sex, then leaving him alone with Kim to take care of him. What the hell kind of perverted reasoning was that?
George pounded his fist on the table, rattling the sugar bowl. He might be an uneducated service station attendant, but he knew a bit about husband and wife roles!
And Kim had been avoiding him like poison, skirting him and running for her room after school. No doubt Helen had implanted some nasty thoughts in the girl's head--not that he hadn't thought them. God, the girl was what--seventeen years old? Honey hair grazing down to her ass and wide green eyes with that innocent, baby doll look that made him want to cream in his jeans. Could it possibly be he was getting another hard-on just thinking about the goldy-locks nymphet?
In a burst of regret and understanding, he raised his eyes to her closed bedroom door and scraped back the chair. Taking a final swill from his glass, he stalked over to the door and knocked.
"Kim... ? Kim, I wanta to talk to you!"
No response.
He knocked again, this time taking the liberty of opening the door and peeking within. She was gone... snuck out of the house to meet some pimply faced boy, making love in a back seat, his hard cock pounding into her virgin cunt... because her mother had filled her head with romantic notions of undying love because her mother had lost the capacity to love?
George's hairy legs disappeared up the back stairs to Carl's room. The two had always been close, thank God, closer probably than he and Helen. Carl would know where she was.
A thread of light under Carl's door could be seen from the landing. A knuckled fist was raising to rap on the door when he stopped abruptly. Two voices whispered from inside.
"Oh, Carl... it's not hurting anymore... it's starting to feel good!"
Yes that baby-soft voice belonged to Kim, all right! Rooted to the spot in his bare feet, his blood singing in his ears, George put his ear to the door.
Carl was speaking now, hoarse and thick, voicing encouragements and compliments. George raised his fist to bang thunderously on the door, anger and deceit growing within him, choking him.
On the other side of the planked door, Carl slipped his kneading hands up over his stepsister's belly to find the diamond chips of her milky breasts while below, his tongue slurped and lapped at the widespread slit between her legs. He knew it couldn't be long before she climaxed, not with the tongue lashing he was giving her pussy. He only hoped he didn't shoot off to soon and spoil the whole drama.
He heard Kim's sharp whelp of pleasure as he took the nub of her clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly but gently, ran his tongue around in ever-decreasing circles until at last he opened his hungry lips wide and slid his warm tongue downward, back along the wetly sliding furrow to the throbbing heat of her bearded cuntal mouth. Her head flailed uncontrollably from side to side as he fucked into her juicy, velveteen vagina. His jaws began to ache and he struggled for breath. Christ, when was she going to cum? He couldn't take much more!
Kim was in heaven. This male cared about her, was treating her kindly as a man should a woman. God, how she loved him, trusted him, wanted him--deep inside of her. He was teaching her everything she needed to know about life, which was more than her mother had done. "Carl...." she croaked. "Why don't... why don't you put it in now?"
Lifting his sex-juice glistening mouth for a second, Carl panted. "Not until I make you come with my tongue first." In a blur of motion, then, he slid his arms under her pulled up legs so that his shoulders were wedged tight up beneath her inner thighs, pushing them back even farther so that her calves draped shawl-like over his shoulders. And his hands went beneath her smooth, whitely quivering buttocks and pulled them up harder toward his face as he slaved wetly over her undulating loins. Her kittenish mewls echoed off the walls, and her ass cheeks in his grasping hands jerked and convulsed beneath his hotly plunging tongue as the forbidden contact sent erotic high-voltage shocks of sexual sensation surging through her young, untried body. She was panting, her breasts heavy, her whole supple body spasming as she sank crazily into the throes of her first orgasm.
Her fingertips started to turn numb first, firecrackers sizzling along her synapses to center in the tiny bud of her swollen, electrified clitoris. In a wild cry, her lips parted and it was not the cry of a small, innocent, frightened girl that burst from her chest, but the wild banshee wail of a ripe-bodied, mature woman experiencing sensual joy: "Aaaghhh... Oggghhh!"
Kim made one final, violent thrust of her convulsing loins to push her seething pussy hard against his voraciously sucking mouth... and then as the receding waves of passion slowly withdrew from her, she slumped back on the mattress, her body sheened, limp, her eyes closing in the euphoric aftermath of climax.
Christ, what a honey-cunted little babe! thought Carl, licking the juice from his lips and rearing back on his haunches. Kim opened her blinking wide green eyes to see his hotly pulsating cock spreading out from his loins, its mushroomed, nobbed head seeping with a little trickle of pre-cum. She licked her lips, then raised her eyes to his handsome, swarthy face.
"I'm going to make love to you now, Kim... fuck you silly with this!" The words rasped from his throat, words of a mature young man, not of a high school adolescent. He grasped his swollen male flesh and skinned back the foreskin to expose the glistening purplish head to her gaze.
Kim was petrified, her thighs still raised and spread wide to him, her swollen breasts heaving, her belly quivering as her eyes locked on the long stiff cock lancing out from her brother's loins. "I-it scares me, Carl," she gasped. "It's huge! Bigger than his was!"
"But think how good it's going to feel up inside of you, Kim... fill up your belly good!" He crawled up over her, holding levering himself to hover from the strength of his sinewy arms placed on either side of her shoulders. He lowered his head suddenly to suck on a puckered nipple, slinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh to make her writhe in pain as her hips rose to meet the power of his loins.
"Tell me you want me to do this, Kim... tell me so I'll know you really care."
"I do care, Carl, but--" A hurt expression shadowed his youthful face. "You mean you don't care enough to give yourself to me when I already did you?"
"No, that's not what I--" Kim gulped. After going this far and wanting Carl to give her pleasure, she could hardly deny him the same, could she? Wasn't that being a prick-tease, as they called it? "Yes, I want you to."
"Then reach down and put my prick in your cunt."
Reluctantly, Kim stretched a trembling hand under his brawny body and grasped the hot male hardness while at the same time Carl lowered his hips and she spread her smooth white thighs. Tremblingly, she guided his penis down toward the tiny moist opening of her vagina, using its bulbous rubbery head to part her cringing cunt lips, her mind dazed with anticipation and fear. It would be the first time a boy's penis had touched her there. The moment was magical... she wanted to remember it all! That it was her step brother making love to her seemed inconsequential now. The moment, the beauty of the moment was the thing!
In her drugged-daze, she gasped aloud, a shudder of erotic delight tremoring through her young body at the satiny contact with the rubbery penis head slicked with seminal fluid rubbing against the dewy, sensitive folds of her pussy. Holding her breath, she lay immobile beneath him as he flicked his hips forward... and then gasped again at the pain lancing through her plundered loins as his cock flesh pressured against the snug hole of her vagina.
This is wrong, she thought with that first sign of discomfort. Wrong to let Carl do this to me. A sixth womanly sense told her she would pay for this sin later. Sins were always paid for weren't they? In a burst of understanding she wondered if her mother's loss had been born of sin. That fleeting cognition evaporated as Carl pushed into her a fraction of an inch deeper.
"Oooooggghhh!" His cock was wedged into the tight, elastic opening, brutally stretching the yet untried flesh of her pussy, until Kim bubbled with pain.
"Stop, Carl! It's too big... it hurts too much. Please, don't hurt me!" Emerald eyes blinking imploringly into her stepbrother's eyes, she read the love there and instinctively knew that the pain was coming from within her own body, not from the lancing spear of Carl's penis. That vulnerable trust again...
Carl's face was contorted with lust, a driving, compulsive need that was lashing him into a sexual fury. Ignoring her pleas-for mercy, for relief, in her tormented eyes, he shoved again, harder still, and the lust-taunted glans of his cock surged inside the hotly gaping mouth of her forever-stretched cunt.
"Aaaaiiieee!" Kim screamed as his bloated cock head cleaved the tightly resisting walls of her plundered pussy with brutal force, the full throbbing length of his hardness racing up into her belly in one powerful, hymen-splitting lunge. The rubbery head bludgeoned against her cervix, and she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack up hard against the upturned cheeks of her trembling buttocks. His huge cock was buried to the pubic hairs inside his stepsister's cunt.
Kim Jeanne Jacobs was no longer a virgin!
Thrashing her head in hopeless subjugation, she felt Carl begin to grind his cock, screwing it into her defenseless pussy and gradually, her whimpers of pain lessened, to be replaced little by little with flickers of erotic arousal flaring along her nerve ends. As Carl rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes to widen the hole, her body surrendered of its own volition to the rippling passion flaring through her veins. A strange flash of remembrance flickered through her mind: Long ago when her real father had spanked her, punishing her for a misdeed, she recalled her father towering above her, rolled up newspaper in his hand, swatting her over the buttocks. Even then the acceptance of his domination had sent chills of excitement racing through her body. She would endure the sting of his punishment and then, when he had whacked her five times (it was always five times) he would fall to his knees and cuddle her, telling her he loved her and that he had to punish her to teach her about life.
Wasn't that what Carl was doing now? Punishing her to teach her about life?
Soon Carl was thrusting deep and hard into the moist cavern of Kim's warmly rippling pussy, and she felt her whole being responding sensually to his assault. His mouth clamped down on her slightly parted lips and as she writhed and squirmed under him, she thrust her tongue into his gaping mouth and tasted his saliva. He was her master; she would follow his dictates. Her loins began to raise up to meet his thrusts, her angelic face contorted in wanton desire, her mouth opening wider, wider... her nostrils flaring. She had become one with this domineering male!
His hands worked at hauling her up tight against his forcefully grinding hips, splaying her thighs even wider apart, causing her cuntal lips to flower open and accept more of his bloated maledom. The last twinges of pain had left her now, and on either side of the thickly impaling rod, her legs quivered and jerked spasmodically as her tongue fucked into his mouth to duplicate the passion- rhythm of their pounding loins. Carl had succeeded in arousing the sleeping beauty of sensuality for his stepsister!
Now Carl began to pound into her with jackhammer force, making longer and faster strokes, drawing his rock hard cock out to the tip, her velveteen cuntal muscles milking him, then slamming it back in again until his sperm-bloated testicles made wet slapping noises against the hairless, puckered hole of her anus. He could not control his lust any longer; he had to cum! Christ, his balls were aching! With insane fury, he pounded into her upthrust cunt. Got to cum! Got to cum! Got to cum!
Panting, he looked down between their squirming, sweating bodies to watch his gleaming wet cock as it raced smoothly in and out of Kim's pinkly clenching pussy, concentrating on the delirious sensations stimulated by the soft, hair-fringed folds as they clung in a moist plea to his lust-inflated eighteen year-old penis. To hasten his climax, he slid a hand down between them to the sticky lips of her swollen vagina and fondled them, squeezing them more tightly around his pistoning cock. Oh, Christ, he could feel the sperm swell his balls with pleasure-pain. Suddenly he was afraid he might cum too soon. More then anything he wanted Kim to have another orgasm!
His breath choking in his throat as the sweat ran down his eyes, his lustful response was no more heated than his father's who stood listening on the other side of the door to the incestuous sounds of lovemaking.
George Sanchez drew up his hands into white-knuckled fists, a feeling of betrayal and deceit galloping through his emblazoned mind. His son and his wire's daughter were having sexual intercourse on the other side of that plank! His very own son, a child fathered from his own loins was deceiving him... usurping his role as man and lover of the house! There was nothing he could do to stop them now... nothing in his power to undo the unholy deed. He heard his wife's daughter squeal: "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooohhhh! Do it harder, Carllll-harder!"
For one horrifying second, Carl thought he had failed, as he felt it beginning for him-- the irresistible soaring surge back in the heart of his groin. Then his stepsister convulsed under him in a series of shuddering jerks!
"Oh my God! My God... it's going to happen... to me... again!" she groaned. "I can feel it, oh yes, yes, oh God, Carl. I'm going to cum again! Aaaaaggghhh!"
Faster and deeper he pounded into her insanely heaving belly, literally giving her everything he had. He felt her lurch wildly beneath him, her cuntal lips obscenely sucking his thundering cock, he felt his own boiling sperm begin to shot along the length of his blood-fed jerking cock. His ecstasy blew his mind as his body spasmed in one final slamming plunge far up into the lewdly milking depths of her still-cumming pussy, the semen squirting through the tiny slit on his swollen cock head in a stream of sticky cum.
Dear Lord in heaven! Kim had never realized such joy could exist in this crumby world! With a last convulsion of her shuddering belly, she allowed her legs to fall limp and splay to either side while her heart pounded in her breasts and she gasped for breath, gulping air into her laboring lunges to stop the dizziness whirling about her. Her emerald eyes were clenched tightly shut as wave after wave of euphoric delight swept through her. She was fulfilled and completely satisfied!
"Th-that was really something, Carl," she gasped.
Her stepbrother had collapsed exhaustedly on top of her, the tickle of his chest hair rubbing against her crinkled nipples a deliciously languorous sensation. "Liked it huh?"
"Yes, I th--Eeeeeiikkk!"
Kim's fist flew to her mouth and she clung to her stepbrother with such a need that he shared her fear.
"You two goddamned cheating punks! You fuckin' perverts!"
It was George Sanchez standing by the bed, rolling up the sleeves of his bathrobe, a violent expression on his liquor-contorted face. The breath was hissing from between his clenched teeth, his feral eyes leveled on the nude form of his eighteen year-old son.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Helen tossed and turned, the two cups of warm milk with a finger of brandy each had done nothing to quell her ragged nerves. She was frightened, frightened of her decision to leave George and frightened for her daughter's safety. The responsibility of the girl's welfare hung like a dark cloud over her sleepless consciousness. Tomorrow she would telephone Jasper High School and ask to talk to her daughter. Until then she must live with these thoughts.
Her mother's irksome comment concerning any possible feelings of inadequacy on Helen's part bothered her. Of course she felt competent as a wife! Two marriages should have relieved her of that anxiety, she reasoned defensively. And she had raised Kim to be a good girl, taught her how to manage a household. Lord, the girl had been cooking most of the meals of late and doing the ironing too.
But was that right? Helen rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Was it right for a mother to push wifely responsibilities off onto a seventeen year-old girl and still expect her husband to be attracted to his wife when, in truth, she had fallen out of love with the charming man who had wooed her out of depression after Ralph's death?
A tortured smile played across Helen's gorgeous face, recalling the nattily dressed keyboard player with his snappy black eyes and wide, engaging smile. From the roomful of women, he had sought out her platinum haired beauty and dedicated a song to 'the blue eyed blonde in pink chiffon' and sent a note to her table to join him after the dance. His lighthearted seduction had been easy to succumb to, with little rationalization of emotions on her part. Two months later they were engaged to be married... and Kim had been heartbroken. She had never approved of George, had intuitively sensed something shallow in his suave mannerisms.
Then his musical group broke up because of poor management and loss of a recording contract and, except for a few residuals that dribbled in, he had no work. Having to accept the service station job had depressed him gravely. That's when he started sniping at me and began looking at Kim with those dirty, hungry eyes. Oh, God! Helen flipped over onto her belly and sobbed into the pillow. He thought I didn't notice, but I saw the way he looked at her... the same way he looked at me that first time. I know what he wants of her! I was young and beautiful and hopeful once, too... Yes, I was!
* * *
"Carl! Carl!" Kim was screaming, struggling to cover up her nudity with the rumpled sheet. Wildly, her eyes shot toward the door to see her stepbrother's buttocks disappear down the landing, leaving her alone with her irate stepfather who was devouring her fear stricken nakedness with preying eyes.
"Your mother would be proud of you now! Damn her!" he growled, grabbing the sheet's corner and yanking it down over Kim's cringing body. His eyes were boring into the cavity of lost virginity.
"D-don't look at me l-like that!" she stammered, scrambling on hands and knees for the end of the bed.
He blocked her way and threw her back down on the bed.
"You fucking little cunt!" His cheeks were crimson. "You and your frigid mother nagging, bitching, bitching, bitching...." he bellowed. "I wish she could see for herself it's her own kid that's startin' all this crap! It's your goddamned fault she left me, you fucking perverted cunt! You fucked my son... now you're going to fuck a man!"
Hearing that, Kim bolted to her feet, but George's strong hands forced her down onto the bed and held her there.
"Now you're fucking my kid. You and your mother--a couple of whores!" His mustached upper lip curdling with contempt.
Kim's jaw dropped open in shock, shame and humiliation flooding through her. There was nothing she could say to refute that black reality. George had seen them together... naked.
"How would you feel if you knew that your mother is jealous of you... and she won't fuck me because she thinks I'm fucking you? Huh? Little girl!" He was pinning her shoulders to the bed now, shaking her so hard the cum deep inside her deflowered womb flowed from its warm trap. The placket of his bathrobe had opened and the girth of his golden cock was staring her in the eye. Kim blinked, wanting to die.
"Noooo!" she screamed, realizing his intentions. "Noooo!"
His voice was gritty. "Let out another yell and I'll knock your damned head off, bitch! If you can fuck my kid, you can fuck me! It's your fault Helen's left!"
Shifting his hand down to cover her jaw, he dropped his mouth to hers, capturing her lips, covering them moistly as his alcohol tasting tongue slipped between her lips and teeth. Kim resisted his kiss, craning her neck to avert it, but his grip prevented that, his fingers pressing cruelly into the muscles at the hinge of her jaw, forcing her mouth to open to him.
She fought desperately, trying to worm her body free of his smothering weight, disgust and revulsion sweeping through her at the physical contact with this man whom she had always despised. He was sweating above her, his lips salty, as his other hand began to move over her curvaceous form, gouging and kneading the soft naked flesh of her hips while his pelvis ground painfully into her loins. She could feel the bulging thickness of his erect cock through the fuzziness of his bathrobe as it pressed hard into the cum-slickened mound of her pussy.
Grunting, breath snorting through her nostrils, she pulled her face away escaping his devouring lips as she struggled to free herself from his body pinning her to the mattress. "Let me go! I'll never let you--" CRACK! His open-handed slap rocked her already drugged mind. "You shuddup!" he roared. Kim moaned, a hand going to the side of her face where the ugly imprint of his fingers had left a livid weal.
"I'll tie you up and beat you half to death, but I'll fuck you, you perverted cunt!"
His eyes reflected his intentions; he was acting like a madman.
"D-don't hurt me anymore," she said pitifully. Her decision had been made for her. The slap, the threat, the drug still working in her veins... all combined to weigh down upon her, to defeat her.
Again George captured her mouth, his tongue spearing in between her teeth. He rolled away from her slightly, his hand going to a full, round, firm young breast, his thick fingers digging into her soft flesh.
I should have left tonight... I should have known he'd go crazy without Mom! Oh, Mom... why did you leave me here with him!
Again she tried to shake his rapacious hands from her naked young body but it was futile. His tongue was jabbing into her mouth. In a fury, she bit down hard on his lingual digit.
"Ahhh!" WHACK! A second weal joined the first, imprinting her check with his incestuous lust.
Perhaps if she gave in, it would be over that much sooner... and then she would slip out of the house while he slept and find Carl. Oh, why had he deserted her? She would lie there, and let him have his way with her.
She was trapped and all alone. She slumped back onto the mattress with a groan of submissive resignation, all of her will to fight gone.
George began kissing her soft neck, his tongue flicking wetly out to lave her baby-soft skin. Now he was flicking it into her ear, its hot moistness as the tip ran around the lobe sending uncontrollable shivers of ticklish delight up the length of her goose-bumped spine.
"Shit, you're a sexy bitch," he hissed into her ear. "I'm gonna find out how hot a piece a tail you are. My kid already knows!"
Kim lay stretched full-length under her step father's raping body, her soft curving thighs clenched tightly together, dreading the moment when he would touch her down there in that secret place between her legs. It had been so beautiful with Carl... now this! She cringed fearfully, every cell of her seventeen year-old body taut with dread.
Leaning up on one elbow, George ran his hand across her flat belly, on down one thigh, then up to the tingling vee of her pussy. She was exposed nakedly to his gaze. Then he cupped her pussy and Kim jumped. Deftly he pushed his middle finger into the crease, sliding it between her curl-trimmed lips to find the still pulsating bud of her clitoris.
"You got a gorgeous body, kid," he said mirthlessly. "Better than your old lady's... no wonder she's jealous."
Staring into her imploring eyes, he grinned lewdly as he rubbed the oily nub, still dampened from his son's cum; it came up hard and firm under the pad of his finger.
"Jesus, you're wet," he smirked. "That feel good, havin' your own brother cum inside your belly?"
Kim tried to cringe away; her hips pushed down into the mattress and she squirmed, trying to roll out from under him. No use. Instinctively she clamped her legs tight together and thrust a hand down to cover her shame. "I--I can't... I can't let you!" she bleated.
"You let Carl fuck you," he needled.
"It was d-different with him...." She tried to defend her actions.
"He's your brother! What's the difference between a father and son? Huh? Tell me that!" he bellowed.
Kim was beaten down by her stepfather's intimidating words. And as defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, she unconsciously relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing them to part, revealing the coralline slit glistening there in its ring of sparse blonde fuzz. Her whole body quivered with fear as George's raping middle finger began sawing in and out of her cum-filled vagina, making lewd slurping sounds that embarrassed her terribly. She had always been a shy, withdrawn girl.
He traced the thin, pink furrow of her naked pussy as she shivered with another feeling of horror. There followed a moment of strange, tortured agony, of salacious agitation, that seared her loins with inexplicable and delicious, ecstatic need.
He slithered the finger deeper and let it slide into the steamy warmth of her trembling vaginal passage, where he rotated it in tiny teasing circles just inside the slickened mouth, eliciting a low, long moan from her agonized lips.
His finger... Oh, God, it feels almost as good as Carl's did!
The captive stepdaughter moaned aloud in an agony of conflicting emotions. Her nerves were shimmeringly alive to the electric sensations that surged in her loins. Why didn't he just shove his thing into her vagina and be done with it? Oh, she hated him! Again the feeling of betrayal... didn't her mother suspect this might happen in her absence? Didn't she care about her only offspring? Hadn't she always tried to shove them together? "Be a honey and make your Daddy dinner, okay sweetheart? I've got to run--" She had been more of a wife to this man than had her mother!
In a strangely oblique manner, Kim began to realize the foundation of this horrible, incestuous coupling! Trembling with a new kind of fear, fear that she would give in to the man she had played wife to (for wasn't that part of her newly assigned role, unconsciously assigned by her own mother!). Kim squirmed her buttocks down into the soft mattress, seeking to escape the maddeningly worming finger. Her deep-throated moan was changing subtly to a helpless, mewling whimper as he continued to taunt her pussy lips, thrusting his finger deep into her tingling cunt and rubbing the knuckle of his thumb over the tiny head of her swollen clitoris.
No! She couldn't let go again! She wedged her hands between their bodies and pushed up against his heavy chest, writhing and kicking under him in attempt to escape his iron grip.
"Please... father-- "The word choked out of her throat. She had never called him that before. "S-stop doing these things to me!"
George roared with laughter. "Father? What the hell? You've never wanted me for a father... you made that damned clear!" he snarled, a hurt expression nearly imperceptible on his handsome, swarthy face.
"B-but you're the only father I have!" she sobbed. "You can't do th-these things to me! It's against the law!"
"You say anything about this and I'll have you sent to Juvie Hall for fuckin' my kid!"
"Y-you'll never make me want it!" she sniffed.
"We'll see about that!" he said confidently.
As his weight bore down on her, Kim stopped struggling and relaxed back into the bed, the insane horror of her defenseless situation sinking into her frazzled brain. No matter what she did or said, he would still rape her. She was a trapped victim of child abuse. All she could do was lie there and allow him his liberties with her naked, cringing, uncooperative body, let his hand fondle, let his tongue lick, kiss, suck at her tender flesh. Then, when he was ready, he would plunge his monstrous cock into her warm, moist, un-wanting vaginal passage, pounding into her incestuously and squirting his lewd sperm deep into her tortured womb. Tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks.
Where was Carl?
Kim was helpless. She felt him raising up on one elbow and unclenching her eyes, noticed he was stripping off his bathrobe, his hairy loins, below the slight paunch of his belly drawing her gaze magnet-like. She cringed at his naked form, kneeling between her widespread legs, his face distorted with raw lust; her eyes swept instantly to the erect penis poling out from his groin. Her green eyes widened in shock. His penis was thick, massive, blue-veined and angry looking, and while he grinned triumphantly down at his stepdaughter, Kim saw his hand move to grasp it. Horrified and disgusted, she watched as he stroked it, his hand moving the full length of it, the foreskin slipping easily over the shiny, purplish, blood-engorged head with each lewd caress.
"Y-You can't use that on me!"
"What's the matter? Too big for your cunt?"
Suddenly, the full weight of his paunchy body feel on top of her, forcing the breath from her lungs and the hard, throbbing thickness of his blood-heavy erection was pulsating hotly against her smooth, soft belly. It was like a live snake squirming. His searching hands were squeezing and mauling the rounded mounds of her breasts with savage cruelty, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him, while his mouth plastered against hers and his long, agile tongue stabbed deep into her throat. Then he moved, slithered down her body until his mouth hovered inches above her pussy. Kim moaned aloud. He couldn't do that... not after Carl-- "Please... Please... don't do th-that to me!" she pleaded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kim watched, petrified, as her stepfather's raping hands moved up her smooth thighs; he placed his thumbs against the soft, trembling cuntal lips, drawing them slowly apart to expose the swollen flanges of her vagina.
She felt the humid warmth of his breath on her sensitive flesh and she moaned in an agony of shame and humiliation, still watching transfixed, unable to drag her horrified eyes away as he lowered his head to her womanhood and slid his tongue into the cum-wetted hole of her defenseless, violated pussy.
Kim responded instinctively, squirming away, her hips grinding back convulsively to escape the outrage being inflicted on her womanhood. A seething revulsion stirred in her for the man her mother had married, this shameless human being who was using his warm tongue down between her thighs to suck her into submission. Worse than an animal, he was preying on the vulnerability of her young flesh to shame her and her mother.
"Oooooohhhhh... my God! Nooooooooo!" she groaned.
Yet even in the face of ugly shame, the sensations of forbidden, incestuous pleasure began to surge through her body from the insane, animalistic stimulation of her trembling, swollen cuntal slit. Desperately, her jaw fell slack, a cry dying in her throat as wild twinges of erotic need stabbed through her blood-engorged genitals, searing her body with lightning flashes of ecstasy and subverting her body to this man's salacious will.
I won't let him... I can't give in to him-- like I did with Carl! But those feelings... down there between my legs! His tongue's so hot, so wet... it's hurting so good!
Abruptly, George's hairy upper lip found the nub of her clitoris and he clamped his teeth to it, moving his head from right to left, his moustache rubbing tantalizing against her swollen genital flesh. He heard her mewling whimper of agonized ecstasy as he ran his agile tongue in teasing circles around the sensitive head. At once he felt the involuntary undulation of her loins grinding up at him in rhythmic counters to his obscenely working tongue. Her head began to flail, tossing her blonde hair to cascade over the pillow, the sensations generated in her helpless pussy so intensely electrifying that she could only moan in slack-jawed agony.
Abruptly, George pulled his stepdaughter's legs up, sliding his arms under them until her knees were hanging over his shoulder and her shapely calves draped across his back. His hands slid in under the rounded moons of her buttocks to cup them cruelly tight against his maddening, swirling tongue. The ravished teenager's cries of tortured pleasure resounded in the small bedroom as he shoved his long moist tongue deeper into the searing pink depths of her wildly pulsating cunt. With trembling hands, she reached downward to him, the desperate battle raging within herself now lost, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull his face tighter to her steaming loins. He had won this battle! The cheap little slut!
Kim cried from the depth of her tortured soul, the sound of her own voice mocking her, strangled moans coming in hissing spurts from her laboring lungs. Her body had decided for her... now she wanted it, needed to be ravished by this awful man!
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she groaned.
George was elated; in a few moments he was going to get what he'd been accused of taking! He would cram his big, aching cock into his stepdaughter's tight little cunt and fuck her silly!
Beneath him, Kim lay trembling. It was as though she was glued to the bed, now that the horrible moment had arrived. He would force his cock into her quivering cuntal passage while she lay there accepting it... secretly wanting it.
The pain would be worth it. Anything to get her over the brink of this unsatiated limbo!
With a sadistic sneer, George knelt between her thighs, his moustache glistening with her cuntal juices, his massive cock gripped tightly in his hand as he pumped it. Then, working the hot, rubbery head up and down her soft vaginal furrow to part the honeyed fuzz of her ready cunt, he nosed the blunt tip into the mouth of her cringing cunt. Then, flicking his hips forward, he forced the blood-engorged glans into the tight elastic sheath, cruelly stretching the sensitive flesh until it would stretch no more. The pain was bringing tears to Kim's blinking eyes.
"Aaaauuuggh! Ooooooh, nooooo! Stop! It's so big!" she screamed wildly. "Stop, it hurts!" She begged him for mercy, but she saw on his face instead a sadistic mask of pleasure gained by her pain. Inch by inch, as she writhed and groaned and struggled to fight him off, he forced his punishing penis deeper into her vagina. With a throaty grunt, he thrust with every ounce of his energy and sent the full eleven inches of his rock hard cock spearing up into her tightly resisting cuntal hole with a battering force.
"Aaaaauugghhh! It's killing me!"
For an instant, George lay still, heavy on top of her; then he grunted and flexed his thickly buried cock against the tight sheath of his stepdaughter's warm cuntal flesh, grinding it into her pussy deeper still. Kim groaned. Every ridge of his massive penis could be felt far up inside her belly, but astonishingly, as he lay there without moving, her walls began to stretch, accustoming themselves to the massive alien heat of her stepfather's cock. Her whimpers of pain came less frequently as he began a slow, undulant grinding movement of his pelvis, slow and smooth as a Salsa dance, bringing a new rhythm to the incestuous rape.
It was beginning to feel good, too good, and Kim started to roll her hips in time to her stepfather's grinding loins, countering him in surging rhythmic thrusts.
George leered down at his stepdaughter and read the signs of submission on her scrunched up, beatific face. A masochistic little bitch, she was... prime for begging for his favors!
He levered himself up on his arms and pulled his hardened cock out of her now gently clasping passage until only the bulbous blood-engorged head peeked between her fleshy blonde fuzzed cuntal lips. Hungrily her loins followed, attempting to recapture it, but George kept the mushroomed tip immobile just inside the warm elastic lips of her yearning vagina. "Now, baby, you can start askin' your Daddy to fuck you!"
"B-beg... ? You?"
"You heard me!" snapped George. "Don't tell me Carl didn't teach you a few tricks!" He flexed the lust inflated glans just inside the sensation hungry walls of her cuntal passage and Kim mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't stop herself. Every fiber of her being rejected his sadistic demand, but her own searing physical need compelled her to concede. What choice had she? This torture had to end! "Fuck me," she spat up at him.
Her words were choked out between clenched teeth in this final humiliation.
"Tell me where, you sweet-assed little bitch!"
"In... in my c-cunt," she said, and quickly added: "with your cock! Yes...!" She had said it to satisfy him, but pronouncing those nasty words was exciting herself as well.
"Your mother didn't teach you that!" he growled and began to rock above her, thrusting his penis into her pussy with short, powerful lunges, causing Kim to respond of her own volition. This was no longer rape... it was intercourse by mutual consent. There was no more will to struggle against his assault, only the need to surrender herself to the perverse desires of her supple, vulnerable young flesh.
Kim began to squirm and writhe as he plastered his mouth to hers: she pushed her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked and nibbled, moaning incessantly up into his face, her passion-crazed mind willing to accept this humiliation. Her eyes were glazed more from lust than drugs now, nostrils flaring, breath rasping in panting rhythm with his masterfully plunging cock.
How could it be that making love to her stepfather could be as pleasureful as making love to Carl... that not discounting the experience with Larry. Didn't it matter who she gave her body to? Was this all there was to sex... pleasure, ecstasy and release? If so, she was getting all that from this incestuous coupling. But no... she couldn't concentrate on that now.
George was reminding her of his dominance over her: "It's all the way now, baby!" He began to plunge in and out of her with increasing speed, inciting his aching rod to faster and deeper thrusts until, uncontrollably, Kim squirmed beneath him, her cunt nibbling his hardened shaft with ever-mounting fury, her white thighs jerking, scissoring open and closed, toes curled and slaving buttocks moving in abject humiliation to his ravishment.
George was building toward it. Using both hands, he pressed her knees back, mashing them down against her breasts until they framed her face and the wetly quivering plane of her genitals was exposed and defenseless under the ceaseless pounding of his cock. Slaving away above her, he stroked in and out of her wetly sloshing cunt, his jack hammering pelvis battering her down into the mattress. He could feel the muscled ridges of her vaginal passage clasping and nibbling at his cock with every thundering stroke.
She was there before he was.
"Oh!... Oh!... Fuck meeeee!" she screamed as it surged over her, drowning her in indescribable sensation. Kim tossed her blonde tresses wildly as convulsive waves of orgasm washed over her lithe body and sprinkles of light played before her eyes. Across time and space she heard her own lusty, animal cry: "Fuck me... oh Daddee-eeee! Auuugggghhhh!"
Above her jellied, goosebumped body, her stepfather, battering in and out of her naked body, cradled between her widespread thighs, felt the surging tremors rippling through her young pussy even as he knew that his own climax was beginning for him, deep in his sperm-packed balls.
Then he was squirting his hot semen in gushing spurts far up into the obscene, incestuous depths of her still hungry pussy.
"Aaaaauuuuggghh! Baby girl!" he panted. "Fuck back, fuck back, fuck back...." and with an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of her, his exhausted weight pinning her to the mattress.
Later--it seemed an eternity--when Kim had quieted her ragged breathing, she was dimly aware from the depth and slowness of George's breathing he was on the verge of falling asleep. The snoring gusts of breath ex-haling from his nostrils bathed her goosebumped flesh in ticklish snorts. She tried to wriggle quietly out from under him. She had to get out of this awful house!
Groggily, he roused himself. "What the hell...?"
"Let me up, please!" She pushed against his chest.
' "What for? Stay here."
"No!" she pushed again.
"I said stay here, Goddamned it!"
Tears of fear and hurt warmed her eyes. Moments later, the deep hissing sounds of snores indicated that George had fallen asleep. The rape and alcoholic excesses had got the better of him and he didn't feel it when the lithe seventeen year-old blonde pushed him aside, causing his cock to slip from her pussy with a wet, sluicing sound.
Nimbly, Kim slipped from the bed and tiptoed down the stairs. It was get out now or live with the knowledge that she had shared the bed of her mother's husband.
Oh, God, she thought, sniffing, this nightmare has got to end. It's got to!
CHAPTER NINE
For the second time Carl dialed the police department and hung up the receiver at the first ring. God, what was he doing calling the police on his father? That was like turning in your dope dealer! No... no, he couldn't... and yet the thought of Kim lying there naked on the bed open to his father's wrath stirred up a storm of guilt within his gut.
Had he beaten her? Cased her out of the house? Raped her? Would his father really do that to Kim? The thought sickened him, yet it was a very real fear.
Suppose he had and the police found out about their incestuous love making? Then what would happen to his dreams? He could hear the locker room gossip now.
'Hey, man, I hear your ol' man fucked your sister... Goodbye college football scholarship... goodbye pro-ball and locker room forays with the cheerleaders. Fate had him nailed at every turn.
Carl sobbed into his hand and leaned heavily against the glass cage of the pay telephone booth. He felt powerless next to his father's awesome, dictatorial strength as man of the house. Now he'd betrayed Kim, by leaving her to absorb the punishment, and had betrayed his father by indulging in carnal acts in the family home... carnal acts with his own stepsister!
* * *
Kim tiptoed downstairs to her room, step by cringing step. Her backpack was thrown over a shoulder, containing a fresh pair of levis, T-shirt and sweater. A few wadded up dollar bills were stuffed in her jeans pocket, money saved from babysitting. Stealthily, she had glided through the kitchen, crossed the back porch, and run nimbly, blonde hair streaking toward the rear gate opening on to the alley when she heard the scrape of a window opening above.
"Where the fuck you think you're going? Get your ass back here!" It was George, raging from Carl's bedroom window.
She turned to face him, her eyes slitting with anger. "I hate you! I hate you... I'm never going to see you again!" Scalding tears squirted from her eyes, the dimple in her pixie chin trembling, her heart pounding maddeningly with the inner rage eating away at her teenaged innocence. That man, her mother's husband, had taken her by force, had beaten her, abused her incestuously.
"Come back here, you little shit!" he yelled. "I'm your father... you listen to me or else!"
"You're not my father! You're j-just a nasty, wretched old man!" Kim slammed the gate and tore off down the street, the white spots of her tennis shoes scissoring in the darkness, disappearing out of George's sight.
He slammed down the window and collapsed down on his son's bed.
Jesus, God Almighty, what had he done? He could be sent up the river for molesting his wife's daughter. The police would be on their way to make the arrest. What was he doing here? His wife had left him, his son had run for his life, and now Kim had become a runaway, a statistic.
The ugly stain of guilt and remorse tainted the warm afterglow of lovemaking. He had created his own hell and now he must claw his way free at all costs. Common sense told him the situation was beyond reconciliation... far beyond. At least he had his freedom--if he left--NOW!
It must have been in the early pre-dawn hours, for the sky was turning a deep azure when Kim thumbed a ride downtown with a newspaper deliverer. From the bus depot, she walked along the street connecting with the interstate highway. Plodding along with her thumb hold out, feeling empty inside and shivering with cold, she made the conscious decision to take her chances with anyone... as long as they were heading south.
Kim thought of her mother and the hurt intensified. Tonight's horrors must be kept from her at all costs. The woman had lost the man she loved and married another only to learn he could never make her happy. She deserved no more hurt, for Kim could empathize with loss: The two men who had loved and protected her were gone. Kim Jeanne Jacobs was alone in the world, in the cold now, waiting for a kind-hearted individual to take pity on her.
It happened sooner than she'd dared to hope. A big freight truck ground to a stop with a hiss of its air brakes alongside the freeway entrance where Kim stood with her thumb out. It was a shiny blue color with a flashing chrome grill, pulling trailers sixty feet long and requiring two drivers with a sleeper at the back of the cab.
A burly looking man with a tattoo on his arm wound down the window and poked his head out at a height almost seven feet off the ground. "Where ya headed?" he shouted above the clatter of the idling diesel.
"Georgia--Atlanta!" Kim cupped her hands to her mouth.
"Come on... we're headed that way-- gotta pick up a shipment there!" The swarthy, weathered face cracked open in an unnerving smile.
Biting her lower lip, Kim contemplated the offer, doubting the wisdom of accepting a ride with two truck drivers. Quickly she glanced about her, wondering how long she could stand here without a police car stopping to interrogate; she was under age and by legal standards, a runaway. That spelled trouble.
"Hurry up, kid!" he yelled, "but remember... this ain't the summer of love... people ain't pickin' up hitchhikers like they used to!" The driver shifted gears and the big truck started to roll on, the huge diesel engine emitting an ear-splitting roar as the vast rig inched slowly forward.
"Stop! Please, wait for me!" Kim waved frantically, her tennis shoes digging into the soft shoulder.
The truck shuddered to a stop, and she noticed that another, painted the same metallic blue with a bright chrome grill, had pulled up behind the first. "Come on, kid!" the co-driver barked, leaning out the window again.
"Yes... I've got to get a ride--soon!" She glanced about her frantically for police cars; one was cruising behind the second rig at a comfortable speed. "... even if you can take me just a little ways...."
"Jump up!" He opened the high door, smiling down at Kim and offering a hand to boost her up.
"Oh, thank you...." His grip was strong as his steely fingers closed about her petite wrist; his arm was not taxed by her lithe one-hundred and three pounds tauting his sinews. The co-driver was a hefty man.
The truckers were convivial men, though their conversation didn't interest Kim who was lost in her own dark, deep secrets of the terrors lurking within her family home. She sat timidly between them, feeling weak and lonely and very unloved, their loud laughter sometimes frightening her, making her cringe into the seat. It was then, with a sense of relief, that the blue metallic rig nosed into Dave's Truck Stop and they invited her for breakfast.
The seventeen year-old blonde was ravenous; it had been a long, difficult night and her body was screaming for replenishment.
Don, the co-driver eyed the shriveling creature hunkering down in the seat beside him. "How's bout some ham and eggs, kid...."
"Oh, I'd like th--" She cut short her exclamation, remembering the pittance in wadded up bills that was her fortune. "I... I think I'll wait in the truck," she offered feebly, clamping her hand over her stomach to quiet the gurglings of raw hunger.
"Come on, Kid," he smiled, taking her hand in his. "Breakfast is on me."
The world of truckers and accompanying sub-culture was all new to Kim as she sat in the small cafe where they were joined shortly by the driver of the truck, a man called Shorty (for obvious reasons) and the other two drivers from the follow-up rig. The men ate heartily and laughed heartily, warm spirited fellows, so it seemed. Doug and Jake were introduced over platters of hash browns, eggs and ham, and Kim delighted in the protectiveness of these brawny men who had taken her into their fold. Always looking for men to protect her, wasn't she?
As they pushed back empty platters and drained second cups of coffee, Don looked at their shy mascot with an intense sparkle in his clear blue eyes. "Whatcha runnin' from, kid? You get in some kinda trouble that you're hitchin' to Atlanta on a school day?"
Kim, momentarily taken off guard by the blatancy of his suspicions, glanced fearfully around the circle of friendly faces and cringed. Would they report her... and send her back to her stepfather? The thought occurred to her that perhaps she should have called the police and had George arrested for molesting her; yet, the guilt of sending the breadwinner of the family behind bars would be unbearable, not to mention her mother's anticipated wrath. No... it was better this way.
"I... I'm over eighteen," she stammered, cheeks flushing from the lie. "I have my parents permission."
"Must be hip folks ya got," chuckled Max, sitting across from her, his elbows resting on the formica table top.
The men exchanged glances, Kim's lustrous green eyes following the directions of those glances, trying to read their thoughts. They seemed to be straightforward men, a little rough perhaps, but not the type of male who would take advantage of a girl on the run. Mike had mentioned that he had a daughter himself.
"Don't worry, kid," It was Shorty talking. "We'll get ya to Atlanta."
They rose to leave. "I have to get our thermos bottles filled with hot coffee," said Don. "Be with you in a sec--" His heavy boots stomped through the cafe door, a cool gust of wind blowing through as he exited.
Kim followed the other three back to the truck where they checked over the rigs to check for any problems, explaining it was part of highway regulations and that being stopped by the highway patrol for inspection could be a costly ordeal if things were not in order. Kim could understand that necessity, though the idea of highway patrols stopping the rig and finding a minor tucked away in the back made her edgy and apprehensive. Being alone in the world--out on the highways--was not easy.
Don returned with three filled thermos bottles and swung himself up into the right-hand seat, giving Kim a hand-up into the cab. "You can run herd on this rig for awhile," he told Shorty.
They had been on the road for an hour when Shorty reached for the thermos and poured steaming coffee for all of them. The drivers drank theirs black, but Kim requested cream and sugar. From a bag on the dashboard, Shorty pulled out an amber bottle and rattled something into his hand. Kim watched curiously, apprehension growing as he methodically dumped the pill into her coffee cup. He appeared alarmed when he felt those wide green eyes watching his motions.
"It's artificial sweetener," he quickly appended. "No calories... I use it myself," he tittered nervously, patting his paunchy belly and shooting a dazzling smile.
Hesitantly, Kim sipped at the creamy coffee, its caffeine seemingly failing to take effect. Blurrily, she watched the sloping terrain slip past in long stretches of autumn colors; her body felt anesthetized, numbed, almost mentholated and more alarmingly, her mind did too. The emotional anguish had lifted its heavy weight and the tightness that earlier constricted her throat had loosened its hold. The edge was smoothed. Why, her hands had even ceased shaking! There was no George, no Carl, no rape, no negative entities in her life... just the need to sleep. She opened her rosebud lips and yawned heartily, a yawn that seemed to draw breath from her very toes.
Shorty patted her on the knee. "Just crawl on in the sleeper back there, Kiddo. It's a long, long way to Atlanta... A real long way...." To Kim's left, Dan had fallen silent as he guided the big rig down the freeway. Of the four, she had chosen him as her true friend. Now he seemed to have dismissed her presence. Why? she wondered, clambering back into the coffin-shaped box behind the seats and relapsing immediately into a comatose state of drowsiness. Had she offended him in some oblique way?
The drone of the two men's voice, muted, half drowned by the roar of the huge engine and the whine of the tires on the macadam, combined with the rocking, swaying motion of the truck to lull Kim into a hypnotic-type trance. There was a strange buzzing sensation in her ears, but through it, the high-pitched strain of Don's voice pierced clearly: "Why the hell... do that... just a kid... innocent thing...."
"Runaways... all alike... expect that...." Then Don's voice again, angry sprinkled with expletives.
"Last one... lotta fun... you too...." Deep sleep was overtaking Kim, but a sixth sense seeped through into her reasoning mind. Shorty had put something in her coffee, and it wasn't saccharin--to make her go to sleep. My God, she had to get out of this truck! Oh, why had she trusted these men? Coffee... ? Runaways... ? Fun... ? Her eyes closed against her will; the voices faded.
Her regular, deep breathing told the two men that their rider was out cold.
"Hey, don't be a spoil-sport. I'll bet that kid's been laid every way but Sunday!"
"It's your trip," grumbled Don. "I want no part of it...."
"Yeah, but like you wanted no part of that black chick we picked up in Tulsa...." tittered Shorty, swivelling around in his seat and leaning back into the sleeping compartment to fumble with the buttons of Kim's shirt, opening it halfway to the waist and then sliding his hand inside to fondle her gently rising and falling breasts. "Damn," he breathed. "Young and tender... just the way you like 'em, Don!"
The truck rumbled on through the wind-whipped afternoon. There was no inspection by agricultural officials at state borders since they were hauling furniture, but a tense moment ensued when a highway patrolman waved them down at a truck weighing station and inquired about the woman in the sleeper.
"My wife," winked Shorty easily. "She's pregnant... 'bout four months now. Belly gets kinda squeamish. She's taking a nap... but if you want me to wake her up...?"
"Ah, let 'er sleep." The patrolman eyed the honey blonde hair. "Kinda young to be knocked up, ain't she?" he winked.
Kim was oblivious to the conversation. Vaguely, she was aware that the truck had stopped. Wearily, she raised her head up off the pillow in time to see the dark uniformed highway patrolman step back from the dock. She had to get out of there and call for help! Blurrily, she could decipher what was happening about her, but her muscles wouldn't cooperate; her mouth refused to form words.
With a defeated bounce, her head dropped back to the pillow.
Kim didn't realize that truck had stopped a second time in a turnout at the side of the highway while the four men conferred.
"We gotta have a good reason for stopping," Doug objected, "or the boss'll be on our asses!"
"I don' like this." It was Don protesting again, but he had ridden with the trio long enough to know that such matters were diplomatically handled. The other three were in favor for stopping; who was he to renege?
"A tire's easiest. We'll let the air outa one of the inside duals on the trailer. 'Bout a two hour job to get that baby off and back on again...." suggested Jake, the youngest of the three.
Three sets of eyes leveled on Don. "You in or out?" demanded Shorty.
Don thrust his hands into his pockets, kicked at a pebble and fixed his eyes at a point above Shorty's right shoulder. "In... I'm in...."
CHAPTER TEN
Kim was lying naked on the mattress when she finally came groggily awake. The room had a slightly musty smell, and the sheets felt vaguely damp--as if no one had slept in the bed for a long time. Kim blinked and counted four men milling about the room. Shorty was sitting at her feet, a glass in his hand, smiling lewdly down at her helpless body. Doug, standing tall at the foot of the bed, smoking a cigarette, eyeing her with a smirk. Don slumped in an upholstered chair, averting his eyes from her accusing gaze. The other, Jake, had his back to her, pouring a drink.
As Kim's dazed eyes focused and then took in the scene and its incipient implications, she opened her mouth to scream. She was being held captive in a motel room with four hard-muscled truck drivers!
Shorty moved quickly, his hard, salty tasting hand clamping down over her mouth before she could utter a word. "Not a peep outta ya, sweetheart, or we'll have to plug them pretty lips," he hissed.
Rolling her blonde head desperately from side to side, the captive teenager tried to escape his gagging fingers. As her hands flew up in a courageous attempt to claw his pudgy hand away from her mouth, her tiny wrists were seized from behind. "Hold her tight!" grunted Shorty.
Kim heaved up against him, lashing out with her legs and aiming for the vee of her abductor's loins. But her ankles were seized in a vise-like grip that defied her seventeen year-old strength and her legs were splayed forcefully wide to the corners of the bed. She lay lewdly spread-eagled, held immobile by Jake and Doug behind, with Shorty's hand still clamped snugly over her mouth.
Dear God, when would the nightmare end? Why was it that every man she trusted wanted only to violate her?
"Now look," the pudgy truck driver panted. "We ain' gonna hurt ya, kid... unless you start actin' up. We're just going to have a little fun on this nice Friday afternoon. There's no sense in fightin' it... I'll tell ya that right now. Just cooperate and you'll have a good old time with me and the boys. You understand what I'm saying'?"
Kim understood all right; his was a familiar refrain.
Her head nodded an affirmative as her terrified emerald eyes glazed with drug and fear, stared up at him in disbelief. Four of them?!
"We won't rough ya up, kiddo... but I'm warnin' ya, all four of us is gonna have ya."
God, no! Kim thrashed her arms, legs and head, her torso writhing frantically like a wounded worm escaping the shovel's bite. The imprisoning grasp of the three men was convincing enough for the seventeen year-old. For a moment there was no sound but the occasional roar of a car outside the curtained window and her stifled moaning and panting breath as her captors held her fast, snickering at her struggles.
Angrily, desperately, Kim opened her rosebud lips wide enough to taste the pad of Shorty's greasy finger. She bit down hard.
"Goddamned it!" yelped Shorty, quickly withdrawing his hand and shaking to ease the pain. "She bit me!" His piggish eyes narrowed. "Okay, bitch... now you're askin' for it! I was gonna be nice. Tie her up, fellas and stuff somethin' in her goddamned mouth!"
Kim shook her head violently as another hand clamped over her lips. At the foot of the bed there was movement and her tear-blurred eyes opened to see the profile of Don standing there.
"You tie her up and I'm callin' the boss," snapped Don.
"You voted in on this, remember?" returned Shorty, his massive lower jaw grinding angrily. Reluctantly, he reneged on his threat. "Okay, so we don't tie up the cunt... that gonna keep you quiet?"
Don sank back down into the chair, staring at the naked squirming form on the bed and felt disgust for his friends. Any other girl but this one and he would have dropped his pants, but she was so goddamnmed innocent and trusting, so in need of protection. Shorty leaned over Kim's naked shoulder and hissed into her ear. "Listen, doll, you know what's going to happen to you, one way or the other. If we promise not to tie you up, you gotta promise to play ball three times with us. Remember, you let out one peep and I'll stuff your throat so full of cock you'll be eating it for a week!"
Alternatives were scant. They had put it to her straight; they were going to rape her and she was a merciless victim.
Suddenly Kim bolted. Someone had run his hand gently up her thigh and drew a thick finger through the moist coral furrow of her twice-ravaged cunt, parting the honeyed curling pubic fleece to find the soft little bud of her clitoris. The sensuous, ticklish contact caused her to jerk her hips away and writhingly grind them into the mattress. Unwanted thrills flared through her loins and she knew the answer she must give. Dumbly, terrified, her head moved up and down in the affirmative.
Instantly, the salty fingers lifted from her abused mouth. She licked her dry lips and blinked her watery eyes up at the three sadists leering above her. She noticed they had cleverly prepared the scene of her debauchery: the bed had been dismantled and the mattress was already on the floor.
"You wanna drink?" Jake asked, pushing the cold, hard rim of the bathroom glass under her nose.
"Yes," she gasped. "I'm th-thirsty." Indeed, Kim's throat was parched from the sleeping pill camouflaged in her coffee.
She had not expected to taste whiskey as she opened her soft lips and relaxed her throat. It was spit back into the glass.
"Drink it...." came a soft voice from across the room. "It'll make it easier for you." It was Don talking.
Now Jake put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her torso to a sitting position. Shoving the glass in her hand, he splashed more cheap whiskey into it. The fiery liquid burned Kim's throat and she grimaced.
"Come in--gulp it down, baby... you wanna get that throat nice and relaxed for a big fat meal!" chided Doug. Her abductor took the glass, put it to her lips and tilted it forcefully. The raw liquor spilled down her throat and he refused to allow her to stop drinking until the glass was empty. Trickles of amber liquid puddled down onto her naked breasts, dripping like melting icicles from the peaks of her nipples. Kim gasped for breath, sputtering and choking. The whiskey had seared the whole of her insides, leaving a warm, if not hot, sensation to bathe her insides tranquilly.
Kim's frightened eyes, darting as a scared deer's, roamed from face to merciless face. She could smell the closeness of Shorty--a pungent, sweaty smell of a man who seldom bathed. The others appeared cool, aloof, mocking and very much a fuzzy blur as the alcohol began making its vertiginous effects felt on the seventeen year-old runaway.
Shorty snaked in behind her as she sat on the mattress, his pudgy hands slinking around under her arms to capture the fullness of a youthful breast in each calloused palm. Purposefully, he kneaded and massaged their soft smoothness, the satiny skin sliding sensuously through his fingers. Then she felt the hairiness of his muscular chest pressed up against her naked back--and lower down, the hard warmth of his erect penis. He must have taken off his clothes while she was gulping down the whiskey. Was that why the smell of him was so strong in her nostrils? Kim shuddered: The nightmare was beginning!
Escape was impossible, that was obvious. It bothered her that don had not come to her rescue. Oh, why did he just sit there in the chair staring at her like an emperor watching an innocent prisoner being thrown to the lions? Why didn't he do something to help her?
Shakily, she asked: "C-can I have another d-drink before we--" Jake sneered down at her. "Sure thing, kid... you can have all you want. Just don't get sick on us."
There sounded a grunt of agreement on that score. Eight eyes (six hungrily and two ambivalently) watched as the naked lush bodied teenager upended the second glass of whiskey, the raw, searing liquid numbing her insides and dulling the anguished pool that was her mind.
Somebody--was it Jake?--took the glass from her hand and Shorty pushed her back down on the mattress and slithered his weightiness down beside her, capturing her pouty-lipped mouth at once in his, his tongue bursting past her pearly front teeth to probe hotly into her throat.
"Mmmmfffff...." Kim hated the taste of his liquor-sweet mouth, hated his thick lips nibbling at her possessively.
One of his firm hands snuck around to caress the ripely swelling breasts nearest to him, rolling the puffy pink bud of her seventeen year-old nipple between his fingers until it spiked out hard, the areola puckering up around it.
Then Jake set down the whiskey glass and stripped himself naked, stretched out on the other side of Kim, his warm, lanky body snuggling close and she felt with terror the hard hot rod of his cock pressing up tight against her thigh. It seemed to be the big brother massive and long, of Shorty's stocky, girthy penis.
Kim was surrounded with naked male flesh. Jake fastened his lips over her free breast, sucking and nibbling voraciously, drawing the nipple completely into his mouth.
The liquor in Kim's charging bloodstream began to spread its warmth more fully through her body--like warm sunshine. Already lulled by the aftereffects of the tranquilizer she had been given, the searing heat of it seemed to concentrate in her loins where tiny tingling thrills of unwanted sexual excitement were beginning to tremor her nerves. A low moan escaped her parted lips. Now she must face the inevitable: She had depended on the alcohol to numb her to the point where she could go through with this ugly ordeal without crumbling--to act as an automaton as she had with her stepfather, going through the motions but feeling none of it.
But oh, God... her body was responding just as it had twice before in the past twenty-four hours. Was there nothing that could will it silent?
Jake's voice intruded upon her thoughts from a distance. Blinking, she looked up to see him standing near her feet, stepping out of his pants. His erect cock lanced out through the fly of his polka-dot shorts. As he stripped them down over his thighs, his lust-inflated manhood jutting out at an angle from his hairy loins with the sperm-bloated sac of his balls swinging heavily below, he grunted; "Jeez! What a cute little pussy you got between your legs, girl. I gotta get my mouth down to pet it!" Instantly, he dropped to his knees between the captive teenager's spread-eagled legs.
Kim watched, horrified, as he flexed his knees and splayed her inner thighs apart with the palms of his cold hands. Briefly, she tried desperately to squeeze her knees together, and for that he slapped her hard across the face.
"Open your legs, Goddamned it, or I'll...." Shuddering, Kim shook her head; threats were being wasted on her, for she knew that four men wouldn't hesitate to beat her bloody if she thwarted their evil plans on her. It was there in their hulking bodies, in the carefully executed plans for this multiple rape, drugging her and bringing her to this musty smelling, shabby motel room after lulling her into a false sense of security with their shallow, mendacious friendliness.
That female trust had again got her into trouble...
Kim, whimpering, allowed her legs to be spread apart, and as she clenched her eyes tightly shut, she heard Jake's gasp and the warm wash of his breath over the sensitive flesh of her now widely exposed cuntal slit. She shivered from the feel of moisture gathering in her genitals, exuding from the twice-plundered walls of her softly palpitating teenaged cunt. Kim bolted: The trucker's hot, wet tongue was flirting at the petaled lips in their nest of silky blonde fuzz, hesitating there before plunging up inside. Wildly, then, he plunged his tongue in and out as the men at either side of her sucked furiously at her desire-hardened nipples. Kim felt the icing of a giant sandwich cookie, their licking tongues lapping at her creamy flesh and slurping over her desirously, groans of hunger issuing from their hissing lungs.
She moaned herself, then, as Jake took the pulsating bud of her clitoris between his taut lips, holding it lightly while his tongue danced in an insane circle around the supersensitive little shaft of quivering, teenaged flesh.
"Ooooohhhh!" Kim bubbled frantically. The sensations generated in her aroused young body were almost more than she could tolerate. Was she an easy target, she wondered dully, or did all women feel this way? Was there something emotionally unstable about her that she could not separate her mind's demands from those of her rebellious, supple teenaged womanly body?
Her slender hips ground crazily down into the mattress, her chest heaved under the lurid, noisy sucking of the excited truckers whose raping lips were fastened to her diamond-chip nipples, her naked pussy rose suddenly up to the tantalizing mouth and she groped over Shorty and Jake, searching for and finding the blonde bobbing head of Jake between her legs. With a strangled cry, she took hold of his hair and pulled his glistening face tight up against her seething cunt.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered helplessly, overwhelmed with damning sensations that felt like a million devil's accomplices pricking at her genitals with miniature pitchforks, creating an itch that could never be relieved.
To hear Kim's baby squeal was what Jake had slaved for. Instantly, he pulled his lips free and was kneeling between her spread-eagled legs, his huge, lust-inflated cock in his hand. The captive teenager watched fascinated as he drew the foreskin back to expose the bulbously gleaming head, satin-smooth and fiery red. She blinked at the sight of the clear, preseminal pearl welling from the slit in its tip.
"I wanna get my prick in that baby cunt," sneered Jake. "I wanna feel that little girl pussy milkin' me dry."
He dropped his lanky weight on top of her, his pelvis cradled between her splayed thighs, but his upper body supported on muscled, sinewy, work-hardened arms. On either side, Shorty and Doug shifted slightly away without removing their sucking mouths from her nipples, making room for the man on the mattress as he levered his rigid penis into her open cunt.
The mushroom headed cock parted the lips of her tender wet pussy, like a meat cleaver through soft butter, and then he forced the meaty cleaver in with one powerful lunge, using all of his brute strength to ram the hotly pulsating hunk of flesh deep into her fearfully quivering belly. It was an unfair assault.
The ravished young blonde screamed aloud with the sudden stretching agony. Every vein and ridge of his lustfully hardened penis was rubbing her sensitive inner flesh as he slammed into her, his pubic bone crashing on hers as his balls slapped up tight and hard into her naked upturned buttocks.
"Aaaaaggghhhh! You're hurting meeeee!" she sobbed pitifully.
"Shut up, cunt!" the lanky trucker bellowed. "One more yell outta you and I'll knock your fucking head off!" Then insanely, as if to beat the clock, he began sawing in and out of her helpless vagina, oblivious to her groans of pain and humiliation. He pulled almost all the way out on each stroke, only to plunge back in again with a punishing speed and force that sent Kim's body lurching a half foot. Faster and deeper he drove his raping staff into her shuddering cunt, concerned only with his own satisfaction. This was not a woman he was using shamelessly, it was an object, an impersonal object.
The sandpaper friction began to smooth as Kim's lubricants flooded her passage to make his savage invasion more bearable. It was self defense, her subconscious mind rationalized, but Kim's body spoke another story.
She could neither move with nor against him; she could only lie on her back and accept his monstrous buffeting into a tender belly that protested painfully with every slamming stroke. Yet--she could never have explained why--suddenly she began to feel that his pummeling cudgel was not hurting as much, that her raw inner passage was adjusting to his vicious pounding!
Kim's hips began to roll, countering his pile-driving thrusts, undulating up to him as she took his massive hunk of meat deep into her inflamed vaginal tunnel. She struggled to will her body quiet, but rebellious teenage flesh would have its way at any costs!
Like a runaway steam engine, Jake's cock tunneled into the darkness of her pussy as he drove hell-bent for his orgasm. He let out a tortured moan and shuddered convulsively, driving his expanding fleshy staff deep into her clasping pussy, his balls slapping up against her full white buttocks in a lewd staccato rhythm. He held himself there, tensed with lust, while his lewd hot sperm hosed through him to splash in squirts high up against Kim's tender cervix.
"Aaauuugggghhh! Christ--what a tight cunt!" he exploded as he collapsed over her wildly jerking thighs. "I swear that kid was a cherry yesterday!"
Whimpering, moaning and thrashing her blonde head, Kim bucked up against her depleted lover-rapist, crazy for him to satisfy the devilish itch in her loins. Suddenly her pussy gushed with cool air and the weight lifted from her panting body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I'm sorry, but Kim Jeanne Jacobs is on the absentee list today," the principal's secretary said crisply. "Is there an emergency?"
"No...." returned Helen weakly, resting the receiver down on the cradle and collapsing into the cushion of a nearby chair.
Frantically, her polished fingertips scurried over the digits to 2242 Windsor Street. The moistness of her sweaty palm left fingerprints on the shiny black telephone.
Eight times it rang before Helen let the receiver drop.
* * *
Kim felt like a trapeze artist swinging in mid-air when her rapist-lover collapsed exhausted, spent and sated at the foot of the mattress, leaving her an unfulfilled urchin of need.
"Hell, this is gonna take all day if we do her one at a time," grumbled Shorty, checking his watch. "Better we roll her ass over so she can handle more than one at a time!"
Kim's lifeless, numbed body was flipped over, her hips hauled up until she was on her knees, her round, full-sculpted buttocks upturned nakedly in the air behind her as she rested on her dimpled elbows. Now what torture had they in store for her? she wondered dazed as kneeling behind her, Doug spread her defensively clenching ass cheeks wide and guided his rock hard penis straight up into the gratefully clasping cuntal sheath. Flicking his hips forward, he drove his aching manhood deep into her already sperm-slickened vaginal channel, undulating his pelvis in a gradually accelerating tempo as he slipped smoothly and wetly in and out.
Could it be? Could it possibly be that her body was enjoying their rapacious ravagement? The ticklish folds of her sensitive and plundered genitals were blood-fed and hungry for more hot friction. A victim once more of the wild sensations of erotic delight flooding every nerve in her body, the violated girl ground her slender hips back against the trucker's pounding, hairy loins. Kim blinked, her nostrils flaring. Somebody... was it Shorty... it had to be from the folds of belly-flesh squatting before her blinking eyes--was commanding, "Here, baby doll--chew on this for awhile!"
The sight of his stunted, uncircumcised penis wagging before her slightly parted lips was mesmerizing. Cruelly, he took her head between his hands and slipping one meaty thumb between her lips, forged open her mouth and held it that way while the unbelievable girth of his stubby penis slipped over her tongue to bang against her alcohol-numbed throat.
The rubbery, pungent tasting head of his stalky penis drubbing into her mouth between her baby-soft ovalling lips stirred within the captive teenager a need to be dominated.
"Shit...." she heard someone growl. "I gotta get me more of that tight assed cunt!" It was Jake, nursing an erection, growing with amazing speed. "I blew it too damned quick!"
"I got 'er now," countered Doug. "You just had her!"
"Then lemme have her ass... I ain' had one a them in a long time."
"Ah, shit, that means I gotta take it out...." grumbled Doug.
The horrified, teenager wanted to scream out in protest at the unbelievably terrifying suggestion, but her mouth was effectively gagged with the throbbing bulk of Shorty's cock, which was fucking madly in and out as she hollowed her cheeks to accommodate the meaty mouthful. Her pink, moist tongue bathed the pungent tasting tip of the cudgel, nibbling on it teasingly to prevent him from shoving the sausage down her throat. Remembering how the woman in her stepfather's bedroom had satisfied the man and pacified his cruelty by indulging him, Kim tried the same tack. She could feel his penis bloat in her mouth and knew he would soon explode his cum into her gullet... at least then that would be over with.
If the mouth-fucking frightened her, the activity over her genitals was scaring her to death! They can't do it to me back there...
that's inhuman! her mind screamed.
But they did. Jake's rough hands, cupping the rounding orbs of her ass cheeks, slid down between her and the jack-hammering pelvis of Doug, searching insidiously as his fingers delved into her sweating nether crease for the palpitating pucker of her anus. Finding the tiny, wrinkled hole, he brutally pushed at it with the tip of one finger, the raping digit surging through the clenching ring of muscle into the spongy depths of her rectum as she jerked forward and away from the alien intrusion. Time was wasting... they must hurry.
Having found the route to her inner depths, Jake shoved hard, adding a second finger to saw brutally in and out of the rubbery hole as Kim heaved herself up on her hands, tore her mouth free of Shorty's plunging cock and screamed from the depths of her soul: "OOooooooh! God--that hurts!"
Then she yelped. Someone had whelped her across the buttocks. "Shuddup, you stupid cunt! We warned you before!"
"You--you can't do th-that to meeee!" she wailed, elephantine tears squirting out her widened eyes to splatter upon Shorty's girthy penis. He groaned with pleasure.
She felt her ravager pull his fingers free of her seared back passage, and Kim's hopes grew that her pleas had been answered. But those hopes were extinguished when she felt hands splaying her buttocks far apart to expose her completely. A cool gush of air tickled the sensitive flesh around her fearfully puckering rectum... soon to be warmed by the rubbery feel of a wetted cock head smoothing its lubricants over her cringing anal mouth. "Ahhhhhhh!"
The man behind Kim flexed his hips, forcefully thrusting that taut head of his wetly gleaming penis an inch into the warm sponginess of her anus. Kim gave a loud groan, but Shorty's penis muffled that protest soon enough. He flexed his hips and rammed his cock halfway down to her gullet, scraping against her tonsils as it went.
"Shuddup or I'll make you swallow it!" he growled.
Jake pushed harder into the smooth rubbery flesh, sinking his hardened shaft another tortured inch. The lustfully raped teenager felt as though a red hot poker were being shoved up her belly between her open ass-cheeks. "Ram it all the way up her ass, man!" hissed Doug, anxious to get his prick back into her cunt.
With superhuman effort that made Jake's chest muscles tense visibly, he strained with all the force of his back and legs... and finally managed to drive his massive, blood-engorged penis all the way into her tightly resisting anus with one ass-splitting lunge. The pain was like nothing Kim had ever imagined. She screamed soundlessly around Shorty's muffling penis as a roaring in her ears threatened to over come her.
He left it there, buried in the warm depths of her anus, while the torn muscles adjusted to the rude intrusion inflicted upon its privacy. The rectal mouth clung possessively to his throbbing penis and gradually the pain abated for both.
Then she felt herself being moved, flipped over. Jake wrapped his muscular arms tightly around her and rolled to his side, carrying the brutally impaled teenager with him. Then he squirmed over onto his back, heaving her up to lie face upward on his belly, his steel-hard cock still sunk far up inside her wide-stretched anal canal.
Panting hoarsely, Doug kneeled down between her quivering legs and Jake's, pulling her knees brutally up slightly to splay the tapering columns of her tortured thighs wider still. He guided his throbbing penis tip right into her coralline fleshed vagina and shoved, grunting.
Kim Jeanne Jacobs was thrice impaled on the truckers' rock hard, angry penises! Three kinds of pain and three kinds of slowly building pleasure! She flailed her head, her blonde waves tossing about her ravager's thighs. These men were dominating her, overwhelming her senses and body as had the incestuous coupling of her stepfather and stepbrother. She felt helpless and girlish, devoid of guilt and the will to fight. As with her stepfather, she succumbed to their torturous demands because they were men and she a young, naive woman on the threshold of discovering her feminine nature and totally awed by the dominance of the male gender.
Little by little, as Jake began grinding in and out of her already passion-inflamed young cunt, Kim began undulated her hips up to meet him, finding that by relaxing her inner muscles the pain lessened. She skewered backwards, trapping more of his penis deeper into her straining rectum. After a few moments, the rapture seething through her loins took over and experimentally, she began to return their thrusts stroke for stroke.
Shorty, up on his pudgy knees, belly folds sweating from the joy of Kim's nibbling lips, rocked on his rounded haunches to fuck into Kim's angelic face. The little girl nibbles were quickly maturing into womanly suckings, vacuuming the seed from his balls, to the rhythm of the two men plunging in and out of her violated cunt and anus.
Don was sitting on the edge of the chair, watching intently the ravishment of the young blonde runaway. Who was raping who was a valid question now as he listened to the kittenish mewlings spilling from her throat around the heady girth of Shorty's mouth-stroking penis. The mattress was alive with flailing legs and doubled-up arms, a canvas of lust there laid out before his dazzled eyes. To watch uninvolved was a growing impossibility for the trucker. If it was joy they were giving that honey haired darling, then he wanted to be part of the gift. Rape was not his game... he'd learned that from last week's hitchhiker they'd left in a motel room such as was the plan for this one.
Don stripped out of his pants and shirt and ambled over to the tangle of nakedly heaving bodies and, picking up one of Kim's clawing hands, wrapped it around his massive shaft. Curling her fingers around the throbbing pole of flesh, the seventeen year-old milked her hand up and down its hard length to indicate recognition of his desires.
Kim's body had become a goosebumped mass of rubbery flesh anxious to receive pleasure and give it. The earlier, uncompleted mastery of her body started by Carl was finally reaching its zenith. Surrounded by nakedly squirming, domineering men, she fell compliant to their wishes. There was nothing in the world but ravaging cocks--cock in her desperately clasping cunt, cock sawing into her searing anus, and cock filling her frantically sucking mouth while she pumped her hand up and down on still another cock! A concert of obscene movement rhapsodized amongst the five nude bodies, the tempo increasing second by second as the room filled with the lustful moans and snorts of men in the heat of dominating a single member of the weaker sex.
They all wanted a piece of her! Would she ever outgrow the need for male attention? Kim began to cum... and cum... and cum... She orgasmed in her belly, in her mouth and in her anus. Around Shorty's bloated cock she muffled out a scream: "Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!"
It triggered the wild staccato jerking of Shorty's cock in her mouth. The hot creamy sperm jetted deep and thick into her gaping mouth; she swallowed convulsively to keep from choking as the viscous fluid spurted scaldingly against the back of her tender throat.
That did it for the others: Doug and Jake began to spew their loads into her dually pierced loins. She could feel both insanely pumping, filling her belly, drubbing from the cuntal and anal sides of the tender membrane as if vying for space in those tiny, cock-filled channels of her supple, seventeen year-old body.
Hovering above her, knees bent and weak, Don watched the two men collapse atop the velvety skinned beauty. With a grunt of greedy rage, he threw them aside and, sinking between Kim's wide spread knees, rammed his penis hard and deep into the sperm filled hole of her cunt to fuck her savagely into a second orgasm.
As the second orgasm hit, Kim blacked out...
From a distance... moments later, she heard muffled voices and the slam of a door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kim Jacobs stood on the steps of her grandmother's house, the warm autumn breezes playing teasingly through the long golden strands of her hair whipped about her tired, young face. Twice her fist raised to knock, and twice the impulse fled. Two days on the road had created within her seventeen year-old soul a desperate hunger for familial warmth. Now she was ambivalent.
Kim knew all too well the reason for that fleeting hunger. Could she face her mother after the disheartening betrayal of her stepfather? No... she must never tell her mother; she must keep that hurt inside until time squeezed dry those ugly emotions. And the truckers... they had hurt her, too. Had it not been for the motel owner who bought her a bus ticket to Atlanta and reported the miscreants to the police, Kim might have come to distrust all of humanity.
Again her hand reached for the door knob. It twisted before she touched it.
"Kim! Oh, my Kim!" It was Helen Jacobs, falling upon her daughter and weeping into her hair. "My dear Lord, but I've been worried about you!" she sobbed, stroking back her daughter's baby soft hair and kissing her forehead.
Arms linked, they stepped inside the living room where the tall, dark form clad in the familiar faded levis and football jersey stood pensively staring out into the garden beyond, hands plunged deep into his pockets. Helen disappeared into the kitchen.
Carl Sanchez spun around. The morning sun playing in the blackness of his wavy, thick hair brought a smile to Kim's lips.
"I came to your mother because I didn't know what else to do. I--I guess Dad's gone, huh?"
Kim's dimpled chin tremored from pent-up emotion far too troublesome for a female of her tender years. "I--I don't know...." A delicate finger wiped at an errant tear purling down her flushed cheek. "I don't want to talk about it," she choked.
"Don't worry, I'll never let anything bad happen to you ever again, little sister," In a rush of motion as compulsive as his feelings, Carl hugged Kim to his chest. "I hated myself for splitting like that... but I'll never split on you again."
Kim returned the affection, whimpering mewls coming from her emotion-tensed throat. Carl had not betrayed her; at least there was one man in the world who really cared enough to protect her.
"You think Atlanta High's got foxy cheerleaders?" he chuckled.
Kim hugged her stepbrother tight. Life could return to normal--Friday night football games and parking under the stars.
