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Daughter's Little Friend (Mf, inc, family)
by Anonumous Author
First published by "The Editor"
Chapter 1
Alice Murphy turned on the bed, her long, satiny blonde hair
cascading over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head
that lay heavily back against it. A thin sheet covered her body
from the warm Florida summer breeze that blew gently in from the
open window.
She had the body of a lush Venus, its provocative curves
traced in detail through the gossamer, clinging sheet. It barely
hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breast whose rose-tipped
nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered
down over a slender, girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a
flat, smooth stomach and long, full-swelling thighs; breathtaking
curved calves tapered down to thin, well-formed ankles. It was a
body that would attract admiring attention from the most
discriminating of men--and envy from women.
The honey-blonde hair on the pillow framed a heart-shaped
face that would cause any male to turn his head when she passed.
Her hazel eyes were set slightly apart, and she had a dainty,
almost Doris Day nose, a full, ripe mouth, and a round, dimpled
chin, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory complexion. But at the
moment, her lovely face was drawn in lines of worry and dejection,
and calm sleep escaped her, making her toss fretfully, moaning
occasionally in a soft, sighing voice.
Alice was worried because of her daughter, Sandy. It was
Friday night--date night for all the girls in Sandy's high school-
-and her sixteen year old child was, like the others, out. That's
all it ever seemed she was, Alice mused. Where have you been?
Out. What did you do? Nothing ... Alice wasn't afraid that Sandy
was promiscuous or anything terrible like that; Sandy had been a
virgin at the last checkup according to Doctor Webster, and she
was a good girl by nature. But Alice was well aware of the traps
and snares young people could fall into in this permissive age,
and she had the natural fears which mothers, especially widowed
mothers raising their children alone, have about the recklessness
of innocent youth. And Sandy was dating Tommy Edgars, a boy older
and obviously more experienced, and definitely not one to protect
a girl, not if he could have his way with her. Tommy had been the
basis of many a fight between her and Sandy, for Alice thought the
boy was too good looking for his twenty years of age, almost
overwhelmingly masculine, like a young Adonis, and there was
something about him not trustworthy, though Alice couldn't put her
finger on exactly what it was. Sandy, on the other hand, defended
the few times he'd taken her out, saying her mother had been
watching too many gangster movies on television lately. Alice
could only hope and pray that her daughter's infatuation with the
handsome youth would die a quick death, and she would get a
puppy-love crush on some younger boy closer to her own age and
class.
Not that Sandy was a child any longer. Alice had often seen
Sandy naked in the shower and dressing in her bedroom next door,
as well as in her skin-tight bikini and nearly transparent nylon
underthings, and even a casual glance made it obvious that the
girl was mature physically. And Alice had looked, in spite of an
inner sense of embarrassment at such brazen examination, because
she was proud of having produced such a fine offspring, and
because it was her only physical, tangible proof of her and her
late husband's love for each other. She was drawn with love and
tenderness, and yet ... there were times when she'd watched
Sandy's snub-nosed, freckle-faced innocence and wondered if
perhaps she was emerging into maturity a little too fast.
Just that evening, Alice had passed Sandy's open door, and
seen her standing in front of the dresser, selecting a clean pair
of panties from one of the drawers. Sandy was naked, still
radiantly rosy from her shower and buffing with a towel, and Alice
had been able to see all of her firm young body in perfect detail.
She had paused, smiling wistfully, thinking that she had looked
much the same when she was her daughter's tender age. Sandy's
slightly darker blonde hair was long and straight, and fanned down
over her shoulders and narrow back, framing a face which was much
like her mother's, though slightly rounder and with her father's
protruding lower lip, which gave her an almost perpetual
little-girl pout. Alice could see her conical young breast
beating with the rhythm of her heart, solid and upright, not as
large but not as developed as her own; her flat belly and cute
navel and the gentle sloping to her thighs, where a triangle of
softly curling pubic hair covered her vagina; then down, to
shapely tapering legs and small ankles. Then Alice had been able
to see the thin cuntal valley between her daughter's slightly
spread thighs, had watched with a small tingling sensation she
wasn't able to understand as she followed with her eyes the still-
unbroken vaginal slit with its coral smoothness and the little,
limp clitoris nestled coyly in the warm, moist folds of her
virginal young flesh.
Isn't there, she'd thought to herself as she had stood by the
door, a time when a child is supposed to be a child? To be
innocent and foolish, free of the curse of maturity? Has Sandy
grown up too fast, especially now, without a father to help guide
and counsel her with proper authority? And then she had laughed
at herself. The world was simply spinning faster these days,
that's all. If a sixteen-year-old girl is eating better now, and
getting better education and sports than before, then who was she
to hold back her development? Stop worrying ...
But Alice couldn't find the energy to even smile now, as she
lay in bed waiting for her daughter's return, much less laugh
again. She was worrying ...
And the young mother was dejected as well. She was a good
woman in her own mind, a respectable widow with a child to raise,
who had successfully placed sex in the back of her mind since
she'd been notified that her husband had died in Vietnam.
Stoically, she had faced the eight months from that fateful day
when she'd received the black-bordered telegram with only the
memories of Robert's wonderful lovemaking, and his delightful ways
of causing her the utmost joy, vowing she might remarry as she had
remained a virgin until her wedding night with Robert. Again, she
tossed fretfully on the bed, kicking the sheet unconsciously until
it was most of the way off of her body, the summer warmth not as
hot as her own inner fires. She kept asking herself if she should
go on like this, denying herself the love of a decent man--if she
could continue denying herself this way. When a woman is widowed
early in her married life, how much does she owe her child? Can
romance live in life at thirty-seven and after?
Though it was dark outside, she was able to see dimly by the
ghostly light of a street lamp in front of her modest house. She
propped herself up on her elbows, trying to take deep breaths in
an effort to will her body quiet and relaxed so she could sleep,
and the slight breeze played over her now-exposed flesh. She
could see her own full contours stretching down in front of her.
She was still beautiful, she had to admit. The rounded peaks of
her firm breasts stood up defiantly and she could look through the
canyon between them down to the soft golden pubic triangle at the
junction of her thighs that proved that she was a natural blonde.
She was proud of it--and yet, she thought, it was the reason for
all of her insomnia now. She lay back down, still conscious of
her nakedness, and she placed her palms under her full breasts and
lifted them still higher until they stood out in full bloom. She
held their nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking
them gently into erection. It was exciting to remember that
Robert had done the same with his strong, warmly loving fingers
many times in the past, and the very recollection of her husband's
love aroused her. Her hands moved down from her breasts to the
smoothness of her stomach, through the soft golden patch of her
gently throbbing vaginal mound, and across her well-rounded
thighs.
She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself and squirming her
body this way, and color flushed in her cheeks, shuddering from
the movements of her softly massaging hands. No ... no ... I
mustn't, she warned herself, and with some difficulty, she forced
herself to stop the warm strokings. She groaned and turned over
on her stomach, pressing the sensitivity of her clitoris tightly
into the mattress, attempting to relieve the fire that was
beginning to rage there.
But her mind continued to dwell on her husband, recreating
his naked body vividly, and she could almost relive the times when
he had buried his hardness up in her belly, and their hotly
writhing coupling on this very same bed.
Robert Murphy's penis was in view now ... Big, and thickly
swollen with his lust for her body, hard as iron and jutting from
his muscular, Air Force trained body in open, abandoned display of
his excitement. Alice quivered, telling herself to stop thinking
such lewd, sickly erotic scenes, yet as she lay heavily on her
vividly pulsating stomach, holding her breath, she continued to
feel a strange series of involuntary sensations churning deep in
her belly and loins as the prurient images filtered like a stag
movie through her head. Her breasts ached and her tiny nipples
grew redder and hardened like little diamond chips as she imagined
her husband coming forward, crawling on the bed ... her own
nakedly trembling thighs spread in welcome acceptance to his
enormous cock which seemed to lead his body toward her ...
A tender agony of delicious fire swirled through her vagina
and womb, in spite of her inner revulsion at the lewdness and
clarity of the pictures she was forming in her aroused mind. Her
hands, against her will, burrowed down between her body and the
bed and groped at the excitedly pulsing curls of her pubic hair.
Her legs scissored open, her toes dangling down over either side
of the wide bed. She could feel her own moist pussy slit beneath
her pubic hair palpitating hotly now against the tips of her
fingers which were drawing the narrow, hair-fringed furrow open,
exposing the lips of her aching cunt to the warm air. With a
groan from her widely open mouth, she slowly, teasingly, sunk one
of her middle fingers deep into the thin, vertically moistened
opening. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was
only a short moment. The fire burned more intensely, demanding
more to feed its lewd hunger. She slowly, carefully worked in
another finger, drawing her knees under her and then raising up in
a kneeling position, with her buttocks high in the night air. The
squeak of the bedsprings became more violent as she hand-fucked
her fingers hungrily up into the moistness of her vagina and then
withdrew them ... only to slide them once again in and out in a
desperate imitation of her husband Robert's penis as he had once
fucked her.
The images in her mind of their nakedly locked bodies drove
her on, and she rocked back on her knees against her fingers,
three of them now, screwing them deeper into herself. She could
see her husband's huge, thickly glistening shaft ramming its way
into her clasping cunt, sinking through the soft pubic curls like
a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole, and her
gasps began to match those of hers when she had been grinding her
buttocks up beneath his racing body, surging her own sweating
white thighs upwards into his loins in her own desperate search
for orgasm. She wanted everything she had once had; she wanted to
be split again by his rampaging cock; she wanted to be fucked.
Oh, God, how she wished Robert was once again with her, pumping
his own cum-filled penis into the hot, searing cuntal passage up
between her legs. Oh God! Her fingers weren't enough as her
thoughts centered on the massive rod which had fucked her as
manfully, as beautifully in days gone past, and she had to have
more--but there were only her fingers. In desperation, she
reached up behind and down her moon-shaped buttocks with her other
hand and searched the smooth wet crevice, then wormed a finger
deep into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Oooooh God!" she gasped aloud as a sharp pain lanced through
her bucking flesh, then stilled for a moment, only to take up the
rhythm of the bedsprings again, her upper body braced against the
top of her head digging into the mattress. Her full white tits
hung down, their nipples brushing sensuously against the bottom
sheet as they swayed heavily and excitedly beneath her slavishly
kneeling body. Electric tingles of pleasure shot through her
nerves as she pictured herself, legs spread wide, twisting and
writhing nakedly under the handsome, muscular body of her husband.
Her face colored crimson as she felt her climax approaching--
rushing at her with a great roar--and she hung for a moment,
teetering on the edge of release, her whole body vibrating.
And then the white hot juices of her vaginal secretions
gushed warmly around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand, and
running down her smoothly tensed inner thighs and legs to soak the
mattress below. She could feel it rivuleting in tiny prickly
streams down, and she stayed that way, her whole body quivering
helplessly on her hands and knees, for some time, her buttocks
still swaying in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw
her fingers from her still desperately clenching vagina until the
last dying throbs of her explosively delicious orgasm had stilled
in her flesh. At last she slithered her fingers wetly from her
satiated cunt, and she rolled limply over to her side, the
ever-present feeling of guilt crawling over her as it always did
after her futile bouts with her conscience. She had to learn to
control herself, to stop her self-manipulations ... If she had
caught Sandy masturbating like this, there'd have been a terrible
scene ... Was she so starved for sex that she couldn't subdue her
carnal desires? Was there something wrong with her?
Thank God, she was alone and nobody knew ... She was ashamed
of her actions enough as it was. Her spent body curled into a
tight, womb-like ball, and lethargy from her release flowed over
her, letting sleep glide smoothly through her tortured and
confused mind ...
Then she heard the front door close, the sound of feet
walking across the parquette floor between the entrance hall and
the kitchen.
There was a slight pause ... And then she heard the
unmistakable sound of Sandy. Her daughter was giggling! She
heard her distinctly--a tittering, girlish squeal coming through
the walls. Sandy was home, and she had brought that boyfriend of
hers with her! What was that Tommy Edgars doing to her to make
her giggle like that?
Another peel of laughter rippled through the otherwise silent
house. Alice sat up in bed stiffly, clutching the sheet to her
breasts almost defensively. Whatever he was doing to her daughter
out in the kitchen, she was enjoying it--perhaps too much? A tiny
shock of concern passed through the lovely mother, making her
spine shiver with apprehension. Could Sandy be allowing advances
to be made to her? No ... that was too silly to imagine. But the
thought persisted, and Alice found herself imagining Sandy kissing
the youth, as she had kissed Robert long, long ago before they
were married. Then she recalled the other things she'd let him do
to her, and suddenly she got very worried again.
Alice moved around and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering
what she should do, if anything. She didn't want to make a fool
of herself if nothing was wrong, and it could be perfectly
innocent out there. She listened ... there was quiet again, and
then she heard a muffled mewling, followed by a long sigh of
pleasure.
Without turning on the lamp, she groped her way through the
darkness of her bedroom to the door, pressing her ear tightly
against it to see if she could hear anything more. There was the
unmistakable rustling of clothing and a soft kind of whimpering,
but it was impossible to tell exactly from the sounds what was
going on. She hesitated again, telling herself that if something
was drastically wrong, Sandy would scream for help. She would
certainly hear that! Her hand was frozen on the door knob as she
waited silently, unable to make up her mind what to do.
A long, low moan suddenly was discernible from the kitchen.
This convinced her, and without further delay, she took her
bathrobe from the chair in which she'd folded it hours earlier and
slipped it around her still warmly throbbing body, belting it
around her waist with its satin cord. Yes, she would just take
one quick look quietly so as not to disturb them if everything was
all right.
She silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully,
stepping out on the carpeted hallway in her bare feet. She padded
through the shadows to where she could peer into the kitchen, and
then leaned against the wall so she wouldn't be seen.
She could see Sandy, her lush young body vibrant in a pair of
tight blue stretch pants and thin, almost gauzelike yellow
sweater. Her blonde hair hung down her front, curling around the
cup of one protruding breast provocatively. She looks very
sensual that was ... almost brazen! her mother realized with a
shock. Then Tommy Edgars came into her view. He was tall, wide,
and his muscular body was displayed openly in the skin-tight
covering of a white Tee-shirt. As usual, he wore jeans and
loafers, the jeans shrunk to accent his lithe, almost obscenely
well-developed thighs and legs. His crotch was full and the faded
blue material of his pants cupped it so tightly that Sandy's
wide-eyed mother could actually follow the outline of his penis
against the bulge of his testicles!
Before she could react further, her shocked ears heard Sandy
sigh: "Kiss me, Tommy. Ohhhh, kiss me like that again ..."
Hungrily, the boy gathered the young teenager into his strong
arms and embraced her. Sandy had her back to her mother at that
moment, her heaving breasts buried in her young boyfriend's
massive chest, their arms entwining. They kissed and nuzzled one
another, squirming their eager young bodies together passionately,
and Alice choked back a moan of shock, her eyes transfixed on the
scene in front of her, her hands sweating uncontrollably.
She could see the sensuously quivering flesh of her
daughter's smooth, taut buttocks, her shapely thighs as she arched
her loins into the boy named Tommy's groin, her upper legs
pressing and grinding against him seductively.
A low moan came from the girl, as Tommy mashed his lips
heavily down on her mouth, both of them oblivious to the fact that
her mother was watching horrified but a few feet away, seeing the
madly working cheeks of their faces as they sucked and rolled
their tongues freely in one another's open mouths. Then Tommy
reached one hand down and softly grasped one of Sandy's excitedly
throbbing buttocks, cupping it lovingly, running his fingers
tantalizingly over the barely covered flesh.
"No ... No, don't do that, Tommy," she heard Sandy gasp.
"Why not, baby? You know you love it."
"I ... I told you before, Tommy, I'm not that kind of girl,"
she whimpered, shivering uncontrollably, gasping for breath.
"All girls are that kind of girl," he teased. The boy began
to move his other free hand around to the front now, gently
pushing up the hem of her sweater in an obvious attempt to cup one
firm, throbbing young breast in a sensual, delight-producing
squeeze. "All girls are," he whispered wetly into her mouth.
"Unless they're in diapers. And baby, from what I've been feeling
of you, you're not in diapers any longer ..."
"Darling," the beautiful girl managed to hiss. "No, you
promised not to do this ..."
"I've got to have you, Sandy," he panted in return. "God,
you drive me crazy, you know you do. Holding out all the time
until I could climb the walls. Baby ... I've got to fuck you!"
Fuck! The obscene word burned through Alice Murphy's
tormented mind as she stared, frozen to the spot. He wanted to
... to fuck her daughter! But his actions, and the lewdness of
his aroused phrases didn't seem to repulse the abjectly watching
older woman; rather, the sexual display was having the opposite
effect on her body. She could feel a tingling warmth deep in her
belly, and the soft folds of flesh around her vaginal lips began
to secrete moisture again ...
"No, Tommy ... And I mean it if you don't!" Sandy replied
frantically. "M-mother might come out and catch us!"
"To hell with your damned Puritan mother," he growled, losing
still more of his control, "You told me yourself that you were
sick of the way she hounded you all the time about us, treating
you like some 'too good little china doll'."
"She does ..." Sandy moaned, and the thought of how her
mother protected her against her will seemed to soften her
resolve, and she leaned heavily against the youth, allowing his
groping hands free play across her tender buttocks and breasts.
Alice watched, her heart pounding with anguish. Was her own
daughter really thinking things like that? How could she, when it
was only for her own good ...
"Then c'mon, baby, and let's make tonight the night," Tommy
Edgars whispered passionately. "Let's go to that big wide couch
in the living room and have a peek at that hot little cunt of
yours. It's time, baby ... and I can't wait any longer, I swear
to God I can't!"
Alice knew that the time was now--that she had to find the
strength to rush in and tear them apart. She was unable to
control her own rising emotions any longer. Her own nipples
beneath her robe were hard once again, and she could feel tiny
involuntary sensations of pleasure coursing through her breasts
and loins. She was aroused by the sight of her daughter and her
boyfriend dry-fucking vertically on the kitchen floor, aroused
impossibly ... and the realization that if she continued to watch
and Tommy did win out over Sandy's violent protests, she would
surely and inevitably be a witness of the lewd seduction of her
only child, too excited to halt them. It was a shaming and
disgraceful realization, and it made her quiver to the very marrow
of her bones. She took a deep breath, but then ...
"No! Please, Tommy, no!" Sandy abruptly cried. "I won't let
you, and it doesn't matter what my mother thinks. It's what I
want!" She struggled a moment with his hands, pulling one with
hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin sweater, and
wriggling from the grasp of the other. "I'd hate myself later! I
know I would!"
Tommy resisted, and then angrily he pushed the girl away from
him. "Jesus Christ, Sandy! You're nothing but a prick-teaser!"
Sandy, ashamed at how close she'd come in her own home, and
humiliated by his stinging words, found tears welling in her eyes.
"I have to be sure, Tommy, can't you understand? I'm not one of
your other round-heeled girlfriends; I care who I give my
virginity to. I need time ... and, and I need to make certain
it's love."
The handsome youth groaned, gritting his teeth from his own
wildly aroused desires. He'd blown his chances for tonight, he
could see that. He'd been too fast for her, too insistent, just
as he'd been before with her, and it was driving him crazy. The
more she held out on him, the more he wanted this sweet little
cherry naked and trembling next to him, and he vowed that he would
get her, and when he did, he'd turn her every way but inside out.
In a false display of chagrin and defeat, he sighed, clenching his
hands into fists at his sides.
"Yeah, you're right, Sandy," he muttered. "I just get
carried away, touching you, that's all."
"I want you to touch me, Tommy, but ..." She bit her lips,
stifling the urge to confess what his fingers and lips did to her,
afraid that if she did, he might try again. She wasn't sure that
if he did, she'd be able to stop him ... or herself. "You ...
better say goodnight, Tommy. It's kind of late."
"Yeah, sure."
She smiled at him, her nerves still keyed to a fine edge from
her lack of satisfaction, but she was trying not to show him just
how much he had really affected her. She pulled him to her and he
kissed her. They held each other for a long moment, and then she
followed him to the front door.
Her mother slipped silently back to her room and into bed,
still trembling violently from what she had seen and heard. She
tossed and turned knowing that it would be better to face Sandy in
the morning after both their ragged nerves were soothed by sleep,
and they could talk a little more rationally. Talk they must, she
could see that clearly ... but would it do any good? Wasn't it
painfully evident that her daughter resented her? Alice suddenly
realized that she didn't understand Sandy as she had thought she
had, and that there was a communication gap between them that
perhaps was too wide to ever be able to bridge.
She sobbed to herself, hearing the front door close and her
daughter slowly walk to her bedroom. Tommy Edgars was gone, at
least for tonight, and the house settled into black silence once
again. But the muscular, handsome boy wasn't gone from the
tortured mother's thoughts, and even after she finally drifted
into an uneasy slumber, she dreamed of him. His almost
animalistic body so graceful and masculine beneath his clothing
... the way he had crushed Sandy to him and had almost taken her
like a savage in some prehistoric jungle ... Alice Murphy
whimpered in her sleep, starting to perspire wetly all over her
lovely naked body ...
Alice awoke shortly past eight the following morning. The
brilliant Florida sun streamed in through the large open window,
and the same breeze of the night before rustled the leaves of a
rose bush sprouting beneath it. She rubbed the thick cotton of
sleep from her eyes, reluctantly facing the new day, remembering
as her mind focused clearly the events of the previous night. Her
own wanton exhibition while envisioning her dead husband making
love to her ... the lewd and obscene sight of Sandy and that
horrid boy, Tommy Edgars, in the kitchen ... she shuddered, and
quickly slipped out of bed, padding across to the sliding doors of
her closet. Naked before the rack of clothes, she remembered
again with scarlet shame her searching hand moving up into the
velvet softness of her pubic triangle, and the intense delight of
her fingers rubbing the swelling pink flesh of her vaginal lips,
sliding in and out frenziedly as she brought herself to almost
screaming orgasm. Then, shaking her head and shoulders as if
struck by a sudden chill, she dressed quickly in a simple beige
sheath and left the room to enter the kitchen.
Sandy wasn't up yet; she liked to sleep late on Saturdays,
and after last night, Alice could certainly understand why. The
normally vivacious widow made herself some coffee and toasted a
couple of slices of whole-wheat diet bread, then sat at the
dinette and moodily contemplated her life, her only company the
throaty whirring of the refrigerator beside her.
After witnessing the near lovemaking between her daughter and
Tommy, she knew that she was going to have to act. But how? she
asked herself disconsolately. How could she get through the
resentment and defensiveness Sandy had admitted was between them?
She wasn't even sure she could find the reserves to treat the
subject with rational calmness herself, much less instill it in
her child.
Alice was pondering these questions when Sandy entered the
kitchen, tousle-headed, yawning, but dressed. She wore a
tangerine-colored miniskirt, pleated and high-riding like the kind
worn when playing tennis, which accentuated the tanned leanness of
her long, firm legs, and a thin jersey that her bra-encumbered
breasts molded curvaceously. She went over to her mother and gave
Alice a slight, automatic peck of a kiss on her cheek.
"Morning, Mom. Any coffee?"
"In the percolator," Alice replied dully. "I made it fresh."
Sandy paused, sensing the cool, vague distance behind her
mother's tone, and she pursed her lips, a frown replacing the last
of the sleepiness in her sparkling eyes. "Gee, is something the
matter?" she asked with concern. "You look awfully pale this
morning. Are you feeling sick or something?"
"No," Alice said. She blinked a couple of times, then looked
up into her daughter's face. "No, I'm all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, if you say so." The lovely young teenager shrugged,
and poured herself a cup of steaming coffee from the chrome
percolator on the drainboard. She brought it to the table and sat
down, and for a long moment it was utterly still in the kitchen,
though tension crackled in the air. It made her uneasy, and
finally she burst out: "There is something wrong, Mother. Don't
try and kid me. Tell me, will you?"
Alice looked across at her daughter and slowly ran the tip of
her tongue around her lips to moisten them, steeling herself for
what she had to say. She said, "Sandy ... last night ..." "Yes?"
Sandy interrupted sharply. Oh God, is she going to bitch at me
first thing this morning? "Is it that I came in so late? I
couldn't help it, Mom. You know we all went out for something to
eat after the dance; I told you we would before I left!"
"No ... It's not about when you came in."
"Well then, what?"
The concerned mother took a deep breath and blurted out, "I
heard you come in, Sandy. You woke me up, and ... and I heard
some noises, so I came out to see ... and there you were, with
Tommy Edgars."
Sandy stiffened, and a veil seemed to drop over her eyes, her
face setting stonily, belligerently. "You saw us together?" she
whispered in a deep tone. "You were here when ...?"
"Yes, and I saw everything. Everything, Sandy, and I heard
everything, too."
"You spied on us!"
"I did no such thing!" Alice retorted, shaken. "But it was a
lucky thing I did happen to want to see you were all right,
because ... because ..." Her throat suddenly parched so dry that
she was unable to force the words through it.
"Go on, Mom, say it!" Sandy flared back hotly. "Go on, say
that you saw us kissing. Isn't that true? He was kissing me,
hard, and what's more, I liked it. I liked it a lot!" Her
embarrassment was acute, but her young pride turned it to
indignation rather than shame, and her cheeks burned with anger,
her eyes flashing darkly across the table to her mother. "Can't
you stand the idea of a boy's lips on your sweet little
daughter's? Is that it?"
"Sandy, it's not only the kissing, but he was fondling you!
He had his hands on your breasts, child, and on your ... on your
..." Again she choked on the words.
"On my ass, Mom," Sandy answered crudely. "But since you
were so damned interested in what was going on, then you also know
that's as far as he got!"
"And his foul language," Alice moaned, now shattered by the
violence of her daughter's unleashed emotions. "His profanity
..." "He calls it as he sees it," Sandy rebuked. "Tommy doesn't
believe in the hypocrisy of your world, Mom; that's what our
generation wants to end. But what difference does it make what he
said to me? I'm still a virgin, remember? Don't worry about
that, or do you want that dirty old Dr. Webster to go poking
around inside my pussy with his crawly old fingers again to prove
it?"
"Sandy, calm down! Honey, I only want what's best for you.
If your father were here, he'd be able to--"
"But he's not here!" Sandy cried derisively. "Dad's dead!
Killed in a war that should never even have been started! Can't
you get it through your head that he's gone?"
"Sandy!" Alice's face blanched a sickly color of bleached
flour, and her hand flew to her open mouth in horrified shock.
"At least I'm the healthy one around here!" Sandy suddenly
stood up, almost knocking over her coffee cup with her surging
movement. "You want what's best for me? Leave me alone, Mom,
that's the best thing you can do for me! Go find yourself a man
and leave me alone with mine!" And with those final, bitter words,
young Sandy Murphy turned and ran out of the kitchen, impervious
to the cries of her mother behind her. A moment later, the rear
door slammed with a note of finality, and Alice was left alone.
She sat stunned for a long time, staring at the doorway
through which her young, headstrong daughter had just fled. Oh
God, what was she going to do? If only Robert was here ... With a
low moan of despair, the beautiful but shattered mother put her
head down on her crossed arms and began to weep brokenly.
Chapter 2
Richard Hink glanced up from the morning paper when he heard
the slam of the Murphy's screen door, and he parted the curtains
of the window beside him so he could look out. He saw the young,
lithe form of Sandy Murphy in her tight mini-skirt stumbling
haphazardly out.
Lecherously, he licked his thick lips; his eyes moved hotly
over the soft, already full contours of the girl's finely curved
young body--the taut firmness of her pear-shaped breasts jutting
from the thin material of her jersey; the tight roundness of her
slender buttocks as they jiggled provocatively as she ran. Sandy
faltered by the edge of the garage, either panting heavily or
perhaps crying, he couldn't tell which, but obviously she was
greatly disturbed over something.
Jesus, he said to himself, would I like to get into that
tender little pussy. Every time he saw her he was hungry for her,
and as he gazed lewdly at the teenager across the lawn from him,
his cock seemed to answer with a throbbing, grinding beat against
the tight elasticity of his pants. Jesus, yes ... he sighed with
relish.
Richard Hink was a tall, well-built man only a few years
older than Sandy's mother, with a shock of curly, coal-black hair
that constantly fell boyishly down over his forehead, and a thick
broad chest with well-developed pectorals, the result of his years
as head football coach at Prescott High School. Hink knew of
Sandy Murphy from school as well as from being her neighbor,
though he didn't have her as a pupil ... yet. He had certain lewd
ideas about someday starting an extra-curricular class in which
the lovely young girl was his only student, and he could teach her
what other sex education courses left out ...
It wasn't entirely coincidence that Richard lived so close to
the Murphys. Prescott was a small, old community only recently
developing as suburbia extended its macadam and cement tentacles
from the big city to the north. Modest income housing was short,
and the tract in which they lived was one of the few which a
teacher could afford. He had once lived in an apartment, but
after the landlady had caught him in the swimming pool buck naked
with her sister-in-law, he decided that his pleasures and pursuits
required a more private location, and he had shopped around for a
house.
He had tried a very soft, very patient approach to the
seduction of the provocatively innocent Sandy Murphy all last
year, knowing that a more brutal approach such as used by some of
his football squad might scare her away. Or worse, send her to
her mother, and he would face expulsion and ruin, possibly jail.
Up till now, Richard Hink had only been able to become a sort of
substitute counselor, something of a father figure to the girl,
though he had managed to introduce her to the big stud, Tommy
Edgars. If anyone could break through her resistance and fuck the
living daylights out of that virgin cunt, Edgars could, Hink
figured, and in return for the matchmaking, Edgars was to see that
he, Hink, got his share ... But so far, even Edgars had not been
able to break through the tender teenager's iron resolve to remain
pure.
Richard Hink folded his paper and put it aside, then stood
and walked to his back door, wondering if there was some way he
could turn the misery that was so evident on Sandy's face into a
furthering of his future plans for the girl. He opened the door
and stepped out on his short flagstone patio, setting his features
into a mask of deep, humanitarian concern.
"Sandy," he called over to her. "Oh, Sandy!"
The teenager looked up, momentarily startled, her fresh young
face streaked heavily with tears. Her jaw was set in volatile
anger, and her whole body seemed to tremble slightly from being so
upset. She looked at him with wide, blue eyes.
"I ... saw you from the window, Sandy."
"Mr. Hink ..." Sandy, desperately seeking the guidance she
had rejected venomously from her mother, rushed across the lawn to
where the teacher stood. "Mr. Hink, it's just awful!"
"Hey now, it can't be all that bad," he said soothingly.
"Why don't you come in and talk about it?"
Numbly, the girl nodded and stepped by him into his house.
Richard could see that she was on the verge of hysteria, and
putting his arm around her, he steered her to the living room,
where he sat her down on the couch. "Calm down, my dear, and tell
me all about it."
"Mother ... She saw Tommy and I together last night," she
sobbed. "She saw us making out in the kitchen, and this morning
she started a fat lecture about what an awful thing we'd been
doing."
"Well, you know how mothers can be. It was bound to happen
sooner or later. When it's time for the young to begin breaking
the bonds with the nest. I told you that when I introduced you to
Tommy."
"But what can I do?" Sandy wailed. "I can't leave home, not
yet. I have to stay there, but I won't give up seeing Tommy, I
won't! She'll try to make me, and ... everything will be ruined!"
"Now, my dear, it won't. Don't you worry your pretty little
head over it, but leave everything to me."
"Can ... can you really do something about this, Mr. Hink?"
The glimmering of an obscene plan was churning in the coach's
mind. "I think I can," he said calmly, with a faint flickering
smile playing across his mouth. "Yes, I think I can."
"What?"
"Well, naturally I'll have to talk to your mother."
"I don't want to be there when you do," she said, shivering.
"You won't be, Sandy. I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
I'll phone Tommy Edgars now, and see if he'd like to take you out
right now for all day, and that way you'll get your mind off this
matter."
"Oh, I'd love that!" the girl cried, and she clapped her
hands together joyously. "That would be wonderful!"
"And believe me, my dear," he added with a shadow of a grin,
"when you come home tonight, things will be different. Very
different!"
"You know, Mr. Hink? I think you're just the man to do it!"
You bet I am, little girl ... he thought secretively as he
walked into another room to phone. He didn't want Sandy to hear
what he was going to tell Tommy Edgars, because if she ever got
the idea of what was in store for her, she'd run back to that
lovely but prudish mother of hers like a flash. He looked up
Edgars' number; the youth was asleep, and answered after a half-
dozen rings with a thick, slurred voice. "Hello?"
"This is Richard Hink, Tom," the teacher told him. "Wake up
and get over here. Sandy Murphy's waiting."
"Now? At this time of night?"
"It's nearly ten in the morning. High time you finally got
into her pants, too, boy, and there's not going to be any more
fooling around being nice about it. The kid gloves are off, and
you're going to give her the works. If you can get yourself over
here, that is."
"Jesus, coach, I'd like to, but she's been nothing but a pain
in the ass. She won't stand for roughing up, and anyway, she'll
tell her mother if I start tearing her clothes off like a
cave-man."
"Do what I tell you, and there won't be any problem."
"But I'd promised Joe Arrow to go over to his girl's house
today, though. See, Vicki Rolf's parents are away, and Joe's got
a hot new fuck film he wants to show. Should be fun ... Vicki
loves getting balled by two guys at the same time."
"So much the better," Richard Hink chuckled. "Sandy knows
Vicki from school, so she'll be that much more off guard, thinking
that nothing can happen to her with the four of you together. I
tell you, I've got a plan that won't fail."
"I don't know ..." Edgars said hesitantly. "I'd hate to
screw up a day of fucking Vicki on the chance I can score with
Sandy."
"Tell you what, Tom. Instead of selling you the usual lids
of marijuana this time, I'll give you some special pot that's been
doctored with Spanish Fly. I save it for occasions like this, and
if you can get her to smoke it, she'll turn on like a mink in
heat, I guarantee!"
"Now you're cooking!" Edgars said excitedly. "I'll grab my
pants and be over. Hot damn, I can almost feel my cock up inside
that sweet little cunt of hers already!"
"One more thing," the head coach put in. "Since I'm giving
you the marijuana, you can see that Vicki lets me in her house
before you and Sandy arrive. I'll be waiting and hiding when the
fun starts."
"You planning to join in ... Make it a five-some?"
"Use your head, Tom boy. Only way we're going to get away
with this is to work on Sandy's tight-assed mother, too, so nobody
will be spilling anything to the cops. I've got a feeling that
after eight months without a man, she's itching for a good fuck,
but she'll need the right kind of encouragement, and I've got to
be there when you shove your rod into her daughter's belly to get
it. Me and my camera."
Tommy Edgars laughed crudely. "Blackmail! Good luck, you
bastard; Mrs. Murphy's a damned fine cunt by the looks of her, by
God. Hell, either of them bitches could give me a hard-on that
would ache all the way to my knees."
"Same here, Tom, and who knows? If my plan works, we might
nail both of them together in a gang fuck. Now, hurry on over."
"I'm on my way, soon as I call Vicki," the youth said, his
anticipation contorting his young voice and lewdly telegraphing
his hotly excited thoughts.
Hink hung up the phone and smoothed his hair back,
contemplating the plot he'd conceived in his mind. Christ, if it
worked, it would be a literal tour de force! He wanted to fuck
that luscious little teenager all right, but there was the other
member of the Murphy household whose panties he'd dearly love to
strip off, whose soft and perfectly preserved feminine charms
always elicited burning desire in his cock and testicles. Damn,
but Alice Murphy was a lot of sensual woman, going to waste now
that she was a widow. She was prime, and he, Richard Hink, was
going to try his best to ram his prick up into her blonde-haired
cunt and show her what fucking was all about. And if everything
went right, he'd soon be fucking her hot little daughter as well,
and wouldn't that be a feather in his cap! Mother and daughter,
both spreading their legs and opening their cunts for him ...
He walked back into the living room to smile down at Sandy,
aware that his cock was hard as a fence rail right now, just
thinking about it, and his mouth had gone dry, while small beads
of sweat started to form on his brow. Just a few more hours, he
murmured to himself, and then you, darling girl, and your lovely
mother will be begging and begging ...
* * *
Tommy Edgars' powerful MGA sports car purred smoothly along
the road. Sandy relaxed against the passenger seat and let her
long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip-stream of
the car, feeling much calmer and relaxed now that she was miles
away from her home and mother.
She gazed gratefully at Tommy, pleased that he had cared
enough--especially after his disappointment last night--to have
driven over to pick her up for the day. She sighed, stretching
out her arms, and said to him: "Well? Where are we heading?"
The youth grinned back at her. "You'll see, baby."
"No, tell me, Tommy! I want to know what the prescription is
going to be for my blues."
"Ain't going to be bad tasting, I'll say that," Edgars
taunted, and then he threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"Naw, I'll tell you," he said after a moment. "We've been invited
to a party up at Vicki Rolf's house. A small party, just us and
Joe Arrow will be there, but the way I hear it, it will be a
damned fine party. You game?"
Sandy regarded her handsome boyfriend quizzically. "I know
Vicki from school a little bit. She's a grade ahead of me, so I
don't pal around with her, but ... isn't she supposed to be sort
of wild, Tommy?"
"Well now, if you're scared ..." Tommy teased.
Tommy's remark irked the girl. She was tired of being
treated like a babe in arms, though she had to admit that this
time it was her own fault, hesitating the way she had. "I'd love
to go," she said decisively. "I was just asking, that's all."
"I tell you now, baby, this ain't a party for kiddies."
"What do you mean?"
"There'll be some drinking, and Joe's bringing a stag film
and things like that to get everybody nice and friendly and
forgetting their troubles. Ever seen a stag film?"
"N-No, I haven't," she replied, her voice cracking slightly.
"A-Are they bad?"
"Depends on what you call bad," the boy chuckled. "They get
one nice and heated up if you let them. So if it would scare you,
tell me now. It would be a bad scene, baby, if you chickened out
when the fun and games began."
Sandy considered herself old enough to handle any situation,
and besides, what harm could a little drinking and watching a sex
movie do? She'd been able to stop Tommy's advances all the times
before, hadn't she? Anyway, Vicki would be there, and nothing
really terrible would happen with the two of them ... "I said I
wanted to go, and I do, Tommy Edgar," she said defiantly. "I'm
here for a good time, aren't I?"
"Good girl," he chuckled again. "I'd hate to have to sit
through one of those things without some good female company.
We've a little time, though, because Vicki said not to come until
noon. She's fixing lunch for us."
"That's nice of her," Sandy said.
"Vicki's a very nice girl," Tommy replied, the thin smile on
his handsome young face was hidden from the girl beside him as he
turned a left-hand corner and sped across town to the park.
"Let's kill the time watching the sailboats, okay?"
"Okay!" Sandy agreed heartily, but in spite of her efforts,
the haunting feeling wouldn't go away that perhaps she shouldn't
have been so eager to agree. But it was too late now; she had
committed herself, and she would not back down ...
The hours until noon passed quickly for the young girl.
Tommy was at his nicest, talking a blue streak in an effort to
cheer her up, the day was beautiful and hot without being overly
muggy, and the park was lovely ...
The Rolfs came from one of the better sections of Prescott,
and their house was a lovely and spacious Spanish style of white
stucco and black wrought iron. Wide, rolling grounds bordered it,
much as the park had bordered the sail-boat pond, with a
magnificent swimming pool and a tennis court tucked away between
large old trees and a miniature mountain of stone from which a
landscaped stream and waterfall gushed pleasantly. Sandy had
never been to such a beautiful home, and was fascinated by it from
the moment they entered the crushed oyster-shell drive to arrive
before the massive front doors.
Vicki Rolf was a tall, auburn-haired girl with rich-swelling
breasts like melons ripe on the vine, and curving hips with
seductively swaying buttocks and long, limber legs. She was
wearing an extremely brief pair of hotpants that failed to cover
the entirety of her round, moon-shaped ivory buttocks, and they
curved in so that they emphasized the crevice between her ass-
cheeks blatantly. From the front, they snugly molded her full,
fleshy vaginal lips, indicating without any question the contours
of her young, pubescent cunt. Sandy had a hard time keeping her
eyes modestly away from the other girl's pussy, her mind once more
dwelling on the stories she'd heard about the "wild" Miss Rolf and
her promiscuous ways. There'd never been any proof, but it was
hard not to think that Vicki and Joe Arrow weren't ... well,
weren't lovers!
Vicki had come around the side of the house bare-footed, a
tall frosted glass in her slim hand and a cheery smile on her
face, and had been waiting for the MGA to pull to a halt. She
came over to the small car. "Hi, Tom," she said in a throaty
purr. "Oh, and it's good to see you again, Sandy. You've never
been here before have you?"
"No, Vicki," Sandy said, pleased at the way she'd been
greeted. Of course she'd never been here ... but it was a nice
greeting nevertheless.
"Well, you'll just have to come more often," Vicki said
lightly, and then she waved in the direction from which she'd
come. "Joe's waiting on the sun-deck. He's been swimming." As
the three of them went around the side to the porch, Vicki asked:
"You want to go swimming, Sandy?"
"I didn't bring a suit, I'm afraid."
"Well, Joe didn't either, but one of my Dad's fitted him."
She laughed, and added, "Dad's a lot thinner and shorter, so it
didn't fit too well, but enough to cover the important parts, at
least!"
The path ended in a long, narrow grotto, floored with more of
the lush greenery, and fronting the small quarry and waterfall and
the tiled swimming pool. Beneath three tall eucalyptus trees were
several brightly colored lounge chairs and chaise lounges, and in
one of the chairs, his feet on a white metal table, was Joe Arrow.
Sandy had never met Arrow before, since he was a friend of
Tommy's, and similarly out of school by a few years. His brown
hair was thick and shaggy, and at the moment still damp from his
swimming, and as he stood up to greet them, his eyes seemed to
bore into her with an odd maliciousness which made her tingle
reflexively. It was almost as if he was mentally stripping her
hotpants off of her, leaving her naked and defenseless! And Lord!
Vicki hadn't been joking about the swimming trunks, either! They
were elastic, a yellow-green which looked as if they'd been
painted around his bronzed, hard-muscled thighs. They were lower
than where she wore her bikini bottoms, and the hard, bas-relief
outline of his limply curled penis strained at the stretched, thin
material, threatening to tear it in half. Why, it shows
everything he has! Sandy thought prudishly.
Vicki went over to Joe, and he placed his arm around her
waist, his fingers splaying familiarly on the satiny surface of
her flesh that was exposed between her skirt and bolero top.
"Joe, this is Sandy Murphy," Vicki introduced, moving her body
closer to his, rubbing herself against him like a seductively
purring cat.
"Well, well, you're the Sandy Tom's been bragging about." His
cool grey eyes appraised her in an almost predatory way, and Sandy
saw that his gaze seemed almost to caress her jutting breasts.
"Can I pick them, buddy, or can I pick them?" Tommy said,
sitting down with a swagger.
"You can certainly pick them, Tom!" Joe agreed ardently.
"Let's get the show on the road," Vicki interjected. "Look,
you get the pitcher you left in the cabana, Joe, and I'll bring
out the lunch." She turned to Tom and Sandy. "I don't know about
you two, but I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry, pussy-cat," Joe said, and walked away.
"I'm starving," Sandy agreed. "I didn't have any breakfast."
"This should make up for it," Vicki said. "You wait right
here."
Soon platters of hot, spicy chicken appeared, along with a
tartly dressed salad and a salty bread which Sandy couldn't
identify. Along with the food was a rum cocktail, and it was only
after a little hesitation that Sandy slaked her thirst with the
cooling drink.
The young girl didn't care for the taste of alcohol, but the
cocktail mix successfully masked it from her, and before she knew
it, she was on a second large tumbler-full of the purplish drink.
She drank it down promptly, as if it was grape-ade and not a
potent liquor, only to find that Joe was again topping her glass,
winking at her as he poured. The rum began to take its toll, and
she started to experience a general physical relaxing of her body,
the tension of the morning evaporating from her flesh. Some of
her mental reservations slowly disappeared as well, and
surprisingly, by the end of the meal she was finding that she was
in rapport with the three others as if she'd been friends with
them a long time. She giggled, looking at Tommy now and then, and
seeing that his handsome face was slightly flushed, and he was
grinning crookedly. She realized that he, too, was beginning to
feel the effects of the rum, but she didn't care ... she didn't
care at all. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, and felt
giddy and lightheaded, almost carefree. She was glad that she'd
come. Joe wasn't half as bad as she'd first thought, and Vicki
was very nice, very sweet and kind.
Joe went into the house to mix a fresh batch of cocktails,
and when he came back, he again favored the young teenager with a
profligate smile, his eyes once more traveling the width and
breadth of her creamy, firm body. "Yeah, buddy," he said to
Tommy, "she's really something!"
Sandy blushed under his frank examination. "T-Thank you,"
she said in a faltering tone, lowering her eyes.
"That calls for a drink," Tommy said, and took the pitcher to
pour the four glasses full again. "Everything calls for a drink!"
"Damned right it does," Vicki agreed. "Drink up, everybody.
There's plenty more where these came from." She laughed heartily,
never telling the innocent little virgin bitch across from her
that she was laughing at her. The lunch was not because she liked
to cook; it was because she'd been briefed about the plan to
seduce Sandy Murphy, and knew that the salty, spicy foods would
cause more drinking. And leave it to an inexperienced girl to
guzzle the rum like it was soda-pop! It was a kick, being in on
the seduction of this naive young girl, and the thought of all the
things Tom was going to do to her with his cock made the smooth
fleshy walls of her own cunt tingle and secrete slightly, wetting
her panties as it trickled slowly down from her vaginal lips. And
Christ ... then there was Richard Hink downstairs, hiding in the
closet with his Polaroid camera! Jesus, this should be one damned
wild afternoon! And the young wanton laughed loudly again ...
Tom wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. "Whew," he
said. "Is it getting hotter, or is it just me?"
Joe grinned. "A little of both, I think. Why don't we go
inside now, and I'll show the movie I got from Copenhagen last
week?"
"Good thinking," Vicki said. "Later we can sit out here when
it cools down a bit. I've got Dad's movie machine and screen all
set up in the basement, and we'll be plenty comfortable down
there."
Sandy was thoroughly enjoying herself, and no longer had any
fear of seeing the stag film. She had been beginning to wonder
when they were going to see this hot movie she'd been warned
about, and had to admit to herself as she rose and walked with Tom
inside the house that now she was actually anticipating it.
Chapter 3
The four of them went down a broad flight of stairs to a
lavishly decorated play room, done in red velvet and knotty pine
paneling, with a luxurious deep-pile carpet on the floor. Joe,
who was carrying the pitcher of rum punch and Vicki were both
barefoot; Tom and Sandy kicked off their shoes and sat down on one
of the long low couches that were on either side of the 8mm motion
picture projector, and which faced a large, square silver screen.
She had to crawl over the seat to Tom, the couch being so
wide, and when they were leaning back against the deep soft back
cushion, just her feet were hanging over the edge. She had
difficulty adjusting herself without spilling her drink, but Tom
took it from her hand and she settled back comfortably against
him. He handed her the drink again, and curled his arm around
her, pulling her tightly against him.
"More like a bed, isn't it?" he laughed softly.
"Yes." she said, shivering expectantly. "Now what?"
"Well, we sit here and sort of work up to it." And as if in
further answer, Joe was crawling across the couch to them, the
pitcher in his hands. "Here, a little more. To toast the hope I
got my money's worth in the film!"
"I ... I think I've had enough," Sandy said. "I don't want
to get sick."
"You won't," Tom promised. "Go on, be a sport."
"Be a sport," she murmured to herself, remembering his words
earlier about it being too late now to back out ... she drank
deeply from the refreshed glass, and then settled back again,
taking a deep gasp of air. Her head was whirling, and the screen
before her eyes was tilting gradually.
"Have a cigarette," Tom offered, leaning over to offer Vicki
and Joe one from a tin box which had once contained pipe tobacco.
Then he offered one to Sandy, who shook her head. "Go on," he
urged. "You smoke, don't you?"
"Yes, but ..." She saw that they were hand rolled, of a
peculiar brownish color like no cigarette she'd ever seen before.
Moreover, they didn't have filters, which she preferred the few
times she'd experimented with smoking. "I'd rather not now, thank
you."
"It's the real stuff, Sandy," Vicki said. "You're missing
something if you don't at least try one."
"What--what kind are they?" she asked tentatively, her
curiosity now piqued by the other girl's insistence.
"Oh, just a little stronger than the usual American brand,"
Tommy explained casually. "You smoke them for the taste, which is
sort of sweeter and less bitter than the normal kind. Like Vicki
says, you should try it anyway. What the hell harm can it do?
Just inhale the first few puffs slowly so you won't choke."
"Are they safe? I ... I mean, they don't make you not know
what you're doing, do they?"
"Of course not, silly," Tom answered impatiently. "Just try
a few drags, and if you don't like it, then stop."
"All right," Sandy said hesitantly, not knowing what the
tobacco was inside them but not wanting to appear any more of a
child than she already had. She bravely took a cigarette and
allowed Tom to light it for her.
"Slowly, slowly," Joe interjected, as he took a drag from his
own. Sandy watched him and then Tom, finally inhaling very
gently, as instructed. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste,
and she inhaled deeper on the next pull, holding it down for a few
seconds at Tom's instructions before exhaling.
After three or four inhalations, Sandy could hardly feel the
smoke curling down into her lungs, it was so smooth. She watched
Vicki holding her breath as long as she could, and then took a
deep drag herself and held it down deep until she just had to
exhale.
"They're nice," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be
hers. She looked at Vicki and Joe on the other side of her, and
they suddenly seemed to be miles away. "But I feel sort of
funny."
"So do I," Vicki said. "Nice kind of funny." It seemed like
a logical kind of answer, for indeed, Sandy felt nice in a funny
way. She had never felt so nice, come to think of it, or so soft.
The longer she held the smoke down the softer and nicer her world
became, and then she noticed that Joe had gotten up and switched
off the lights in the room, returning to the projector to turn it
on.
She could feel the pressure of Tommy Edgars against her
thigh, but the thin, brown cigarette had dulled even her fears
about him. She felt too good, and she returned the pressure
slightly to let him know that she didn't mind and that she liked
him ... she could feel the delicious warmth of the marijuana
cigarette tingling deep inside ... deeper down than she had ever
felt anything before in her life ...
The screen suddenly lit up with the white light of the blank
beginning frames, then the first picture came into view, and Joe
focused the lens so that it was in sharp clarity. Sandy could
make out a large bed, a small dressing table to one side with a
large mirror near it. It was a beautiful setting, she thought
dreamily, better than her own bedroom. The marijuana had made her
thirsty, and she drank from her rum cocktail thirstily, only to
find that Tom was filling it again and giving the pitcher back to
Joe. She smiled warmly at her boyfriend, glad that he was here to
take care of her, and then she saw on the screen that the door of
the bedroom was opening and a young, innocent looking Scandinavian
girl was walking in. She didn't appear to be much older than
Sandy or Vicki, and was very lovely, with a melancholy look on her
face that reflected a deep loneliness. It touched Sandy to the
depths, as she felt identified with the girl in her drugged fog,
her own emotions heightened by the marijuana to bind her
inextricably to those of the lonely creature on the screen.
The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looking
longingly at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her
full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight, black dress she
was wearing. She placed the photograph on her pillow gently, and
began to undress. She slipped the short dress slowly upwards,
exposing full, well-rounded thighs, the black of her dainty,
lace-trimmed silken panties contrasting sharply with the creamy
ivory of her exposed flesh.
Sandy could hear sounds of delight from Joe and Tommy as the
dress snailed its way over the girl's head, and her beautifully
curved torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of
her fingers, and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung
into freedom. They stood high and proud and their quivering
nipples were turgid on the luscious half-spheres, and as the girl
raised her arms high over her head to pull her long, black hair
up, her breasts peaked still higher in alluring motion.
She was almost naked now, in just her thin wisp of sheer
panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the camera,
drawing the black thin, gossamer material tantalizingly down over
her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her
smooth thighs and calves, finally discarding them at her feet by
the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the
front again. All her delicious nudity was exposed now, from her
high-rounded breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic mound.
Sandy shifted nervously next to Tom. She had never expected
anything like this! Maybe some torrid, but not all the way, love
scenes with a man, and perhaps a bare breast now and then, but at
least a "G" string, ineffectual as it might be. But this exposed
all the girl had to offer, and she was making no attempt to hide
it, either!
The girl lay down on her stomach on the bed now, the picture
of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep
longing that could mean only one thing. She was sexually aroused
by her thoughts and needed release! Sandy gasped aloud as the
girl turned over on her back and began to massage her breasts with
her free hand in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples
into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and
closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled
teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs, her feet
pointed directly at the camera. The girl slowly worked herself
into a burning passion, her buttocks twisting against the mattress
as though she was trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton
desire reflected in her eyes, as if she wasn't acting the part,
but living it.
Sandy couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part
unless she was really feeling it. She remembered lying in her own
bed after heavy dates--last night, for example--and how she had
gone insane from the frustration of her arousal until she had
relieved herself with her own tiny fingers. She blushed slightly
at the thought, and squirmed her buttocks nervously, feeling the
edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling
of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact, and the more
unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened, and she
drank heavily from her glass again, attempting to cool some of the
warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own slim body.
While she was drinking, Tommy lit two more thin, brown
cigarettes and passed one to her. Without thinking, Sandy pressed
it to her lips and pulled deeply, perhaps hoping it would help
still the unwanted ache beginning deep within her belly.
With each drag, Sandy could feel herself mentally unwind.
This one heightened the feeling from the first cigarette, and she
didn't feel she was the same person she had been a moment ago.
She was someone else, and it frightened her a lot, but she
couldn't think about it now. The heat and excitement generated by
the heavy smoke of the marijuana and the girl on the screen was
beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed
down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the
cushion push her miniskirt and panties into the soft yielding
crevice between her buttocks; she rubbed herself gently against
it, working the corner of the cushion between the fleshy moist
lips of her vagina. Her body rocked on it in an almost
indiscernible rhythm--in concert with the writhing girl on the
stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and
she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion.
The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris
through the sheerness of her panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eyes at Joe and
Vicki next to her to make sure they hadn't noticed, but they were
so engrossed in the film that they hadn't paid the slightest
attention. Vicki was leaning back against Tommy, dragging heavily
on another marijuana cigarette, and Joe had his hands up inside
her thin, narrow bolero top. To her amazed horror, Sandy could
see his hand move tantalizingly under the material covering her
breasts, and Vicki had her head back on his shoulder with her
mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her young face.
"Ohhhh, I love the way you touch my nipple," Sandy heard the
other teenager sigh hoarsely, and her own face blushed furiously
from the embarrassment she felt for Vicki's blatant acceptance of
Joe's lewd advances.
"Joe's quite the stud," Tommy whispered in her ear wetly.
"Don't ... talk like that," she said, clenching her teeth,
trying to sort out her own confused feelings of revulsion and
stimulation. "Please, Tommy ... we mustn't look at what they're
doing."
"Then let's make some time of our own, baby," he said
harshly, in a throaty, passion-filled voice. He jerked her head
abruptly toward him with his hand, and pressed his lips wetly to
her, grinding his mouth tightly down on hers. She groaned and
struggled, feeling his hand pressing hard over the softness of one
of her bra-encased breasts. But her resistance could only last
for a sudden panicky moment, and then she was unable to stop her
body from going limp under his attack, and in spite of her guard
being up over allowing any emotion to overcome her, she could feel
tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
"There," he said, whispering again into her car. "That was
damned good, don't you think?"
Too stunned to speak, Sandy lifted her glass to her lips and
drained it, desperately trying to collect her shattered thoughts.
She was afraid to look over at Vicki and Joe again, fearing what
she would see, the soft mewling noises coming from Vicki and the
grating noise of Joe's heavy excited breathing telling the story
well enough. She glanced back at the movie again, it seeming to
be an eternity since she had last looked at it, but it actually
being only moments, the sweet, pungent marijuana having warped her
sense of time.
The young teenager pulled again at the cigarette in her lips,
and the musky odor of Tommy beside her filling her nostrils,
stimulating her still more, causing her to snuggle closer as the
excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her young
flesh. Tommy Edgars pulled her close, letting his hand dangle
gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the
tip of her breast he had so ardently squeezed a second before. He
was growing more confident by the second, and the lewd, obscene
thoughts of what he would do to this young soft body once it had
reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delightful
kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly
to himself, he would fuck her every way but upside down, and then
maybe that way too. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished
with her ... he and Joe both in a gang fuck!
The girl in the film was writhing more lasciviously now as
though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the
picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over
her body as if out of control, her fingertips dancing over the
flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the quivering crest of her
soft, down-covered vaginal slit. She groaned soundlessly at the
sudden contact of her hands with the moist crevice between her
thighs, and she pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress.
Then she straightened the legs like two beautiful carved ivory
columns above the bed; with a deeper groan she let her knees fall
wide apart, exposing to the excited teenagers the moist,
glistening furrow in between. Her fingers crawled to the soft
hair-fringed lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet
pinkness was fully visible and the tiny bearded, mouth-like
orifice throbbed hungrily open. The half-moons of her smoothly
rounded young buttocks shone with a thin film of perspiration in
the bedroom's light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between
them. Her tiny little anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly
below the swollen and agitated cuntal lips.
Sandy gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly slipped a middle
finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking teasingly at her
tiny, bud-like clitoris. Tommy's hand once more squeezed her own
breast tightly as she heard and felt his heavy breathing against
her flushed red face; she was afraid to look at him, hypnotized
into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed
increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inexorably
around inside the pink edges of her visibly contracting young
cunt, slowly widening the thin, hair-lined lips. Then, she
slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between her
lubricated fleshy lips, her legs jackknifing back, knees against
her breasts as her soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response
to the hotly flicking fingers. The girl's facial muscles
tightened as she joined another finger with the first two, and,
clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the pink, hungrily
absorbing folds. They disappeared with a silent, but felt,
sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure.
Sandy tensed in momentary shock at this indignity the
sexually aroused young girl was committing on herself before the
camera, and only Tommy's firm grip on her own now involuntarily
throbbing breast kept her from leaping from the couch and running
upstairs to the reality of the afternoon. She sensed that she had
better go ... before it was too late and her own building
excitement ran away with her.
This desire lasted only a fraction of a moment before the
effect of Richard Hink's special marijuana lulled her into limp
acceptance again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of
her own emotions to see what would happen next, still feeling
closely tied with the girl who was writhing in desire before her,
and she knew there was a danger point from which there was no
turning back. She took another sip of her rum cocktail after Joe
leaned over and filled her glass again, and another drag on her
cigarette. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into
her lungs, easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through
her own body. She snuggled back against Tommy, groggily
determined to somehow keep her guard up.
The girl in the movie had now become wildly possessed. Her
eyes and teeth were clenched as she rolled beneath her own driving
fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts
of pleasure from deep in her throat as the finger sunk into the
tight, pink opening, making moist, wet sucking sounds in the minds
of the four young viewers as she withdrew them to push them in
again. Her face was red--straining for climax. She bared her
mouth, obviously groaning in frustration as her own fingers thrust
harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from
side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair flying in
frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still
she tried, her hand beating a wild tattoo against the spread,
straining buttocks, her soundless grunts seemingly getting louder
and faster with each passing second.
Suddenly, from the open bedroom door, a short, dwarf-like man
not more than four feet high ran into the bedroom and jumped up
beside the bed. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his
oversized head, and there was unmistakable cruelty registered in
them. The dwarf had the look of a man who had been teased all his
life about his burnished color and his midget size, and that he
now enjoyed taking out his resentment on others more helpless than
he when he had the chance.
The girl's eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of
one hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower
her legs and roll from the bed, but the dwarf raised the fist of
one hand and growled viciously in warning. She froze in her
position of masturbation--thighs spread and with her knees drawn
to her chest. She didn't dare move as the naked dwarf panted
menacingly over her, his great excitedly perspiring face distorted
in passion just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Sandy had jumped with the dwarf as he had bounded on the bed,
and she grabbed Tommy's arm tightly, the sudden entrance almost
frightening her out of her wits. "My God!" she whispered, voice
quivering. "Wh-what's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"You'll see, baby," Tommy answered with a lewd grin.
The camera trained in on a zoom-shot of the dwarf's penis,
which was huge in relationship to the size of his body. His
thickly glistening cock hung down almost to his knees, even in its
soft state. He was obviously proud of it, and he took it in both
hands, lightly stroking it over the defenseless girl into a
semi-hardness.
Sandy could not take her eyes from the growing fleshy rod,
unable to believe that it was going to be the depraved instrument
that would ravish the lovely young girl on the screen.
Yet somehow the helplessness of the girl lying shaking with
fear beneath the snarling man sadistically fascinated her. The
lewd thought of that monstrous rod raping the naked and terrified
young girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through
her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and for a
moment, she felt strangely chilled. She couldn't resist as Tommy
moved his hand beneath her jersey to cup the softness of her
large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb
and forefinger as her bra was slowly moved upwards to where he
could fondle her bare flesh. She squirmed tighter into the
cushion, feeling the couch beneath her buttocks pressing deeper
into her vaginal crevice, her wet vaginal crevice. Her panties
were soaked and she squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt
to control the tingling sensations beginning to grow there. She
was on dangerous ground and knew it, but could not bring herself
to leave, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment gluing
her to the cushion. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge
forcing the secretion band of her panties deeper into the split of
her buttocks, its smoothness exciting the sensitive pink lips of
her vagina. She felt the tiny throbs pulsing out in the tiny bud
of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back
the forbidden sensations that were throbbing lewdly now up between
her legs. Her thoughts drifted back to the movie ...
The dwarf reached up along the horrified girl's creamy white
body, his hands kneading her full, exposed luscious tits with his
gnarled little fingers. For a moment the girl tried to squirm
away, but he growled again, threatening to beat her unmercifully,
and for emphasis, he pinched her nipples hard, moving his head
forward with a wolfish, fiendish glare in his beady little eyes.
She could only moan in abject terror now, and to Sandy, the girl
seemed hardly conscious now, her eyelids fluttering and her eyes
glassy from her enslavement at the lusts of the alien creature
hovering over her maliciously. Sandy watched with transfixed
horror as the excitedly slobbering lips of the dwarf began to
trace a path down the smooth flat surface of the trembling ivory
body in his control, bringing a further mewl from the girl's
anguished mouth, and then he was all the way down to the softly
curling pubic hair between her still fearfully spread young
thighs. The dwarf's hands dropped and he placed a thumb on either
side of the fleshy lips of her helplessly exposed cunt pulling
them wide apart. His great slobbering tongue leapt forward,
burying itself in the defenselessly naked vagina with greedy
ferocity. He ran his tongue the full length of the widely spread
slit, from the tightly-closed pucker of her tiny sensation bud
quivering uncontrollably now beneath the sparse young hair of her
pubic mound. His rubbery thick lips spread through the soft,
hair-fringed swelling like a knife through soft creamy butter,
flicking relentlessly between the girl's wide-splayed legs,
stopping sporadically to curl up into her open cunt. She jerked
spasmodically, still squirming hysterically under the ugly,
deformed grip and the thick, saliva-glistening tongue which lapped
mercilessly at her loins.
Sandy shuddered from the sexual stimulation that indulging in
something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at
the change which seemed to come over the writhing young girl on
the bed. She could tell by her facial expressions that the
frightened moans that had seemed to come from the terror-contorted
lips changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure--pleasure that
the girl did not want and had set her mind against, but that the
slithering, thick tongue burrowing up between her thighs deeply
had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in
indecision, then dropped them in abject surrender to grasp the
dwarf's close-cropped, fuzzy hair.
Sandy could not believe the sight on the screen. Instead of
fighting with all her strength against this humiliating act, the
girl had turned into a helplessly groaning mass of passion. She
voluntarily now spread her legs farther apart on the bed, and
tangled her hands possessively in the dwarf's hair, pulling his
face tight to her upthrust crotch. She ground her hips sensuously
in time to the darting tongue which probed hotly up into her
widespread pussy, her eyes closing and her mouth hanging wide in
undisguised ecstasy. She goaded the deformed little man on with
her hands, and pumped her hips up into his hotly slavering face
like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the
tightness of her pale, sweat-glistening skin, and Sandy could
clearly see the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taut
ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis
forward again and again against the hungrily munching face buried
deep into her throbbing cunt. She was all but swallowing the
hotly whipping tongue with her voraciously working vaginal lips,
grinding his head back down into her ravaged fleshy pussy until it
was only half visible, his face protruding only partially from
between her now fully stretched young thighs, his legs kicking
back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. Then the
girl pushed the dwarf's face away from between her legs, still
holding his hair bushily between her open loins, and she turned
over, sitting down full on his mouth with her squirming buttocks.
It was she who now was doing the ravishing, straddling him as
animalistic contortions of lust wrenched her facial features and
twisted her lips back over her tightly clenched teeth. It was
obvious that she was now racing for a climax, her body completely
out of control.
Sandy heard a deep, throbbing groan from beside her, and in
surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene spectacle on the screen
to Joe and Vicki. The shock was greater. Vicki had both of her
legs stretched wide apart, her hotpants unzipped along her side
and half down over her full, quivering thighs. It was obvious
that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath; Joe's hand was
inside, his skin a darker contrast with where the band of the
teenager's sunsuit had left a wide, white strip of flesh. He was
cupping her pubic mound unhindered, and Sandy shuddered as the
outline of his fingers moved under the thin material. Vicki
unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks off the
cushions, in rhythm of the finger fucking he was giving her.
And then Sandy shifted her vision slightly, and saw a sudden
clear view through the darkness of Vicki's hand working up and
down over Joe Arrow's loins, her slender fingers clasped tightly
in an oval circle around the youth's rigid penis. His cock stood
hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of
pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh God," Sandy moaned, turning back to Tommy and hiding her
face tightly to his shoulder. "They're doing something awful to
each other!"
She had never dreamed that this could happen! Kissing, yes
... a little petting ... but not this, right out in front of her
and Tommy! She thought of when she had considered herself as
being able to handle any situation, and now she knew that it had
been a futile idea, for she was rapidly losing all control over
herself. The awful sight of the boy's penis being fondled up and
down, while his fingers disappeared in Vicki's hungry, sucking
little pussy was just too much for her to stand! The sounds
coming from next to her were wet and punctuated by soft mewls and
groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She burrowed her head
tightly into Tommy's chest to try and shut out the lewd, wet
sounds, but it did not help, they were everywhere, coming at her
from all sides it seemed. Again, she wanted to run but knew that
her legs would not support her if she rose from the couch. She
could do nothing but lie there in her boyfriend's arms and listen
in torment while the other young couple on the other end of the
couch were in their throes of illicit passion.
Sandy felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her
abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping,
for breath, and squirmed her buttocks down harder against the
cushion, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her own vagina against
it to try and put out the fire burning there. Tommy's hands
continued to palpitate her excitedly swollen breasts, thrilling
her and frightening her at the same time. She tried with all her
might to pull his hands away--but her own hand moved only as far
as Tommy's and then fell back, uncontrolled, to her lap. It would
not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and uselessly as she
turned her glassy, drug-glazed eyes back to the obscene movie.
The dwarf was writhing in the desperate grip of the girl's
loins above him, and it took all of his strength to throw her from
his suffocating body, pulling the jerking girl's thighs brutally
from around his head. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking
futilely out into the empty air, twisting her flailing body on the
bed, her stomach grinding into the mattress as she strove
hopelessly for the near orgasm that was still infinitesimally out
of reach.
He took her by the ankles from behind as she lay face-down on
the bed and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up
on his knees between her full, trembling thighs and spread the
cheeks of her hungrily grinding ass with his hands. From Sandy's
viewpoint, she could see the tiny tight cunt nestling wetly in the
crevice below. She thought she could see it throbbing expectantly
as it anticipated the dwarf's next move. His hands ran up the
inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of the white
girl's open pussy, and then his head dropped to kiss the smooth
oval buttocks, his tongue trailing down to lick teasingly at the
shadowed crevice between them. She could see the girl's pussy
lips straining around the pink, hair-rimmed hole as the thumbs of
the dwarf pulled at the softly giving flesh around it. His
fingers probed at the throbbingly hungry wet opening like teasing
needles of fire. The girl groaned beneath him, her mouth open as
the cruel fingers worked around and around deep up her wide-split
cunt. The ugly little man grinned triumphantly as he probed at
the defenseless pink vagina like an avenging devil, the girl
squirming beneath his cruel probes in total surrender until she
couldn't stand it another minute longer!
Sandy watched in horrified stillness as she made out the
dwarf's lewdly grinning lips move in a command, and even to her it
was obvious what he wanted the helpless young girl to do. The
girl struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of
her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused dwarf. He stood up
between her wide-splayed thighs directly behind her, his huge cock
standing straight out with its head resting in the wide split
crevice of her open ass-cheeks. He was just the right height with
him standing behind her on the mattress and her kneeling.
His eyes roamed triumphantly over the helpless young girl,
gleeful at the fact she was at his mercy, and he intended to take
full advantage of it. Again, he mouthed an order to her, and her
hands moved hesitantly back under her body and gently stroked the
hardness of his huge rock-hard shaft. A sudden expression of fear
flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it, and she
perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing
instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on
her tortured face.
The dwarf snarled, digging his fingers harshly into the tops
of her thighs. The girl submitted to the cold demand and pressure
of his gnarled hands, and hesitantly placed the tip of his cock
against the tight, hair-covered opening of her trembling young
cunt. Sandy could see it begin probing and working against her
opening, the muscles of the dwarf's stomach standing out as he
strained forward. It was worming its way into her, looking like a
giant fleshy battering ram trying to force its way through a
white, velvet-fringed keyhole. She watched the girl hopelessly
try to pull away, but the dwarf, grinning lasciviously behind,
held her helpless in his grasp. Her face contorted tightly from
the first ravishment of her defenselessly upraised cunt, but his
pressing thighs forced her forward so she couldn't slip away. The
dwarf, spittle now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips
tightly and pushed with all his might against her futile
struggles, until with a quick, final forward surge, the rampaging
instrument of torture was buried to the balls in her wide-split
vaginal crevice. She was hopelessly impaled.
The dwarf rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching
the pinkly glistening cunt flesh follow the probing cock out on
the backstroke as though it were consciously fighting his
withdrawal. She turned her head from side to side, her hair
thrashing against the bed so that Sandy could follow her feelings
by the reflections on her face. Her teeth were bared back over
her lips in a weird kind of masochistic joy that pictured the
excruciating pleasure-pain of the giant hardened penis fucking
into her from behind her helplessly kneeling body.
Standing above her, the dwarf watched along with the camera's
eye as his cock pushed and pulled at the soft pink flesh
surrounding her hotly clasping young vagina. His eyes were tinged
with evil cruelty as he began a series of brutally hard thrusts
that sent his still growing member sinking to the hilt in the
tormented girl's wide-split anal crevice. His balls smacked
rhythmically against her cunt, and it began to have an effect on
the girl. As Sandy watched the heavily pulsating cock
disappearing all the way up her gyrating backsides with each cruel
stroke until not a bit could be seen, her face was contorting from
agony into rapture. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly
beneath her writhing torso, moving now in time to the skewering
cock of the dwarf as it slid deep into her from behind, a
relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her
belly. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of
lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated, reveling in
the humiliation of being fucked by this beast of a grotesquely
deformed dwarf.
Sandy's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from
the feverish sight before her. Another trickle of sweat ran down
the valley of her full ripe breasts that Tommy had already
massaged into hardness, his hands slipping over her now exposed
nipples, his fingers tweaking them sharply, causing a nervous jump
each time he did it. Her nerves were shattered and her mind
whirled, knowing she should demand to leave, but unable to muster
the conviction to say the words, much less stop Tommy. Surely
they wouldn't go as far as Vicki and Joe; she had gone far enough
as it was, and Sandy's face crimsoned as she thought of Joe's
fingers digging wetly between the other teenage girl's wetly
responding thighs, and his own penis being stroked to hardness at
the same time. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep
into her belly, and she could feel the seeping wetness between her
own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom. She was
sure that Tommy could feel it beneath the tightness of her breast
in his hand.
The lovely young virgin could feel Tommy becoming
increasingly restless beside her; certainly he could feel her
occasionally grinding her own buttocks down into the couch. She
tried to make it appear she was simply changing position, but it
was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her
frustration. His hand was kneading her openly exposed breasts
more vigorously now, making her tiny, bud-like nipples throb into
guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and put her
hands over the front of her mini-skirt to hide her action, not
wanting Tommy to know what she was doing to herself.
But as she squirmed down hard on the seat, the boy suddenly
turned and dropped one of his hands on her bared knee, slipping it
up toward the fullness of her thigh. She froze momentarily at the
unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh.
Tommy pushed the hem of her skirt up, and he was half-way to her
wetly soaked panties before she reacted and restrained his wrist
tightly, not daring to look at him. Her eyes remained on the
panting, unnatural coupling on the screen, gradually forcing
Tommy's fingers back down, pushing her skirt with it until her
trembling loins were covered again.
Then, the boy's hand came to rest on her lap and again she
tried to hold it, but this time her strength seemed to have
drained from her, and he moved by force, kneading the softness of
her inner thighs beneath the thin material of her skirt. Teasing
at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his
hand rotated teasingly against the mound of her crotch, unable to
go lower because of her tightly closed thighs. Sandy pressed
harder against the couch, knowing he would think she was trying to
escape his finger and not suspect that secretly she was pressing
the cushion up into her own hungrily throbbing vaginal slit. The
flood between her thighs was wetting her skirt now, and she could
feel the warm wetness between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as
she pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there.
Sandy closed her eyes tightly for a moment and allowed
herself to drift with the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing
through her body. It was almost as though he was touching her
nakedly, but still she felt safe, her panties and skirt between
his hand and her virginal flesh. But suddenly, she gasped in
surprise. Tommy had removed his hand from her lap and was moving
it gradually under her buttocks from the side. He still peered at
the movie as though completely unaware of his left hand now thrust
between her ass-cheeks and the couch. His hand searched like a
mouse in the crevice between the firm round moons of her buttocks.
Quickly she dropped her hand to grasp his wrist tightly, but it
didn't stop him. His hand continued its ruthless teasing under
her crotch, prodding at her moist slit through the thin skirt and
panties. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle finger
began a gentle stroking motion at her already wet genitals,
pushing the folds of her skirt moistly up into the hotly throbbing
crevice between her thighs. A gush of shame washed through her at
the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to
resist. Tommy's hand became bolder under her buttocks as he
sensed her tacit surrender, and he hooked his middle finger to
slide her skirt up beneath the backs of her thighs so he could
penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could already feel
the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between
her thighs and the cushions of the couch.
Oh God, what could she do? This was horrible, allowing
herself to be used like this--and worse, to be enjoying it! She
had to fight! She couldn't let herself go anymore than she had!
What was happening to her?
She could feel the skirt rising faster now, though still not
apparent from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail
scratched the softness of her thigh, as the skirt slid upward more
rapidly in response to Tommy's hooking finger. Suddenly she
gasped aloud. There was no more skirt! Tommy's hand covered all
the wetly soaked crotch band of her thin panties, and was snaking
under the elastic leg band, worming into the moist walls of her
soft, untouched pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her
breath for fear some telltale sound might escape her lips. Her
whole torso quivered until her impaled young vagina became
accustomed to the invading fingertip probing at the lubricated
softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture
covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground
imperceptibly up into her now nakedly exposed crotch. Tommy's
finger moved in tiny teasing circles up inside her now, expanding
her tight, little virgin hole with desire arousing rotation.
Sandy was almost out of her mind, unable to stand the maddening
teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl
the wall to quench the raging fire burning through her hotly
contracting vagina. The sight of the girl's face in the movie
being buffeted hard down into the mattress by the dwarf, and the
long masculine middle finger fucking into the helplessly seething
cunt without mercy were just too much for her!
She bit hard on her lower lips, looking wildly around in the
darkness for some magic salvation, some escape from the delicious
prison of her excitement. She glanced at Vicki and Joe, and found
in her drug-induced daze that her eyes stayed fastened on them
with lewd fascination! Sometime in the few moments since she'd
last looked at them, they'd managed to shed their clothing, and
they were stripped completely naked. There was a deep gurgling
from Vicki's throat; Joe a sadistic grin on his face ever
widening, had taken her by the hair and pulled her head up off the
couch, at the same time thrusting forward to ram his thick, turgid
cock-head deep into her gaping mouth. Sandy held her breath. She
was positive that Vicki was going to choke from the sheer size of
the massive penis buried between her ovally puckered lips, but the
other teenager didn't. She sucked it hungrily as though she had
been waiting all eternity for this magic moment.
Joe raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Vicki's
head up by the hair and two middle fingers of the other sunk deep
up into her widespread vagina, he began fucking her face cruelly
between his legs. Sandy watched with horrified fascination as
Vicki's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the
hardened male penis pumping in and out of her mouth, her cheeks
hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the
instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of raw
animal lust that Sandy had never imagined possible. Its very
lewdness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them
nervously as she felt the juice of her own tortuously excited
young pussy increase its flow between her legs, drenching Tommy's
palm with its sticky moisture. It was different with someone you
didn't know, like the girl and the dwarf--but this was Vicki Rolf-
-a girl she knew from school. The obscene spectacle mesmerized
her, and she found herself wickedly enjoying the scene before her.
God, how she must feel, she thought in intoxicated rapture at the
enchanting figure of her naked girlfriend hunched slavishly down
over Joe, and I've never felt that way before ...
Tommy could also see the thick cock of his friend slither
into Vicki's mouth, and Sandy could feel his cock jerking under
his pants against her in uncontrolled excitement. It was enticing
him as it was her, and she gasped as he pressed his moist lips
against her ear and whispered; "Now I'm going to fuck you, baby.
Just like the dwarf is fucking the girl in the movie!"
"Oh God, no, I can't, I told you I can't!" she panted between
tightly clenched teeth, as she felt the juice of her own
tortuously excited young pussy increase its flow.
"God damn, but you are," he breathed menacingly. "You're too
hot now to stop." He moaned as his lips kissed her soft, sensitive
face and neck, his eyes still hard and cruel with the greed of his
desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked a
long time ago. And you're going to twist and squirm when this
cock of mine sinks up into your belly. I want to see you like
that ... I want to see you beg and scream for me ..."
Sandy lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words.
Their very lewdness excited her more and more, though still she
fought within herself against the surrender of her chastity, and
the final, total subjugation to the boy. She groaned weakly in
protest as he began to work her panties down from around her
quivering white abdomen and hips, her muscles too much like pliant
rubber from the drugged marijuana haze to be able to stop him or
herself in spite of her will to resist.
Her buttocks wavered slightly up off of the cushion and she
shuddered as she felt Tommy's hands lift her skirt above her hips
bunching it around her wasp-like waist, and then draw her panties
down over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass, leaving them to
hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her totally naked
thighs, and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole pubic
triangle was exposed to him, undulating of its own accord down
against the cushion in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might
wish to inflict. A last thought of saving her virginity flickered
through her conscience as he pushed her down on her back on the
couch and she heard the metallic sound of a zipper beside her as
her boyfriend Tommy opened his fly and his long thick cock burst
into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought as he
kneeled down between her limply spread thighs and with a slow
torturing outward movement of the thumbs, he drew the ragged pink
lips of her vagina slowly apart, exposing her moistly pink slit to
the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and
then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the
full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm
throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, God! Please, Tommy! Please don't!" she whimpered,
trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot
flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tender cunt. His
answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet lips and a further stab
into the tight fleshy ring.
"Ahhhhh!" she groaned, as small tiny goosebumps rippled
across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts. She sobbed
helplessly before his attack, for in spite of her revulsion and
fear, she felt her body desert her. Her buttocks jerked back
involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of
delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"No! No! Oh, I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of
her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact,
bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought,
not only of the obscene act she was committing with her boyfriend,
but the more frightening thought that her traitorous body was
actually enjoying it. She gritted her teeth tightly together, and
fought with all her senses against the tiny licking sparks that
threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour
her, but, it was a losing battle, as Tommy Edgars mewled and
licked ceaselessly at her nakedly squirming loins.
Her passionately aroused young body jerked spasmodically, and
began to slowly move up against his tongue in helpless
abandonment. She quivered as the tantalizing licking invaded her
whole vaginal area, screwing her buttocks in small circles around
and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her hopelessly
exposed loins. She had never known anything like this feeling
before in the whole world. It was different, it was wicked, it
consumed the total of her being, and there was nothing else now
but the lashing tongue licking up between her thighs below. Wild
thoughts of the dwarf ran through her mind and of his great
slobbering tongue slithering over the naked genitals of the
squirming young girl in the movie. She, too, knew what it felt
like now, and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she
thought her entire body was going to explode into a thousand
fragments.
Tommy sensed her sudden submissive surrender, and with a
triumphant grin, withdrew his thick wet tongue from the trembling
sheath of her innocent young cunt. He slowly raised his head,
feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against
his cheeks, and looked down as she ground her buttocks in a slow
hypnotic rhythm upwards in a vain effort for more. She was his
now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous
contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back
over the whiteness of her teeth, yeah, by God, the time had come
to ram his cock deep into that white, smooth little belly of hers
and shoot his hotly waiting sperm all the way up into her steaming
young pussy. Thanks to coach Hink's special marijuana, she was
now nothing more than a hot, cock-crazed little bitch wild to be
fucked by any guy she could lay her hands on. Well, he gloated
with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... she'd get it
good!
It took but a second until he crouched over her completely
naked, his thick hard cock standing out from beneath his muscular
abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy spear. "Spread your
legs, baby," he grinned triumphantly as he hovered above her.
"Spread 'em wide, I'm coming in now."
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Sandy found
that her body responded with a will of its own, and she opened her
thighs wider apart. Tommy levered up over her, his arms stiff,
his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down
between their bodies, taking the hard, throbbing cock between his
fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to
part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to
the side on the couch, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt
its soft electrical contact with the sensitive ragged edges of her
hotly throbbing young pussy. She held her breath for what seemed
an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath him, not
even daring to breathe.
"Ohhh," she moaned as she felt the first harsh pressure
against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaag!" she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching
cruelly the tight rubbery skin of her hymen until Sandy thought
her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward
pressure. "Oh, God, no ... you're hurting me! You're hurting
me!"
But there was no stopping the youth, and with a contorted
expression of sheer raw lust, he smashed his full weight down upon
her full firm body. He thrust his hips forward at the same time
and his long thick cock surged mercilessly up into the helpless
cunt of the innocent young girl spread-eagled beneath him. The
head and shaft of his penis disappeared into the hair-fringed
opening of her pussy like the raging bit of a giant drill, pushing
the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it and breaking
her hymen as if it were nothing more than a piece of thin,
unresisting tissue paper. There was no stopping him until with a
loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of
her tightly clenched ass.
"Aggghhh!" she screamed beneath him. "God, oh God!"
She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt
as though it had ripped her belly into a million tiny shreds as he
had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now,
it lay sunk deep in her cunt, filling every part of her insides.
There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel
as it pressed tight against the soft, now wide-stretched flesh of
her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced
cruelly into its piteous victim's entrails.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers.
Sandy too, lay still, afraid to move for fear of the pain it would
bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then she felt
a throb deep inside, the thickness of Tommy's cock jerked up
another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Oooooohhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting
to the deeper pain, the cords of her neck standing out from the
pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" Tom grinned down in lewd delight at the pained
expression on her face. There was no immediate answer, so he
flexed again. "Like it, baby, I said?"
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes," she groaned, afraid to offend him, the
pain too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. "Beg me to
fuck you."
"Ohhhhh, I can't! I can't!" she prayed beneath him. She
couldn't give him the pleasure of hearing her beg, too, not with
her girlfriend, Vicki, and Joe so close by. She just couldn't!
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. He
throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her
shoulders at the same time. "Beg, you little bitch!"
"Ohhh, God!" she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain
and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, Tommy. Do it to
me."
"Not like that. Say fuck me," he demanded.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears
gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her
humiliation and ruin were complete. She would never be the same
again. She had allowed herself to lose control over the things
she knew were right, and now she wished she was dead. She could
never face her mother with the innocence and pride she had before.
She was a slut now, she was no better than a slut! There was no
hope or future left ... nothing but the huge fleshy instrument
buried deep inside her broken, burning vagina.
Tommy sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of
resistance left in the young teenager's soul, and he began a slow
rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow
passage relaxing and widening slightly with each short smooth
stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him.
Through her daze of pain, Sandy, out of the side of her eye,
could still see the other girl, Vicki's soft wet lips clasping
hungrily at the growing white penis fucking into her mouth. The
thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by
some unseen fingers. Joe grinned lewdly above her as he fucked
her mouth and watched Vicki's lust-contorted face suck and lick it
like a hungry child devouring a sucker. She had freed both hands
and had placed them behind Joe's swaying buttocks, one cheek in
each hand, and was pulling them upwards demonically to her. Sandy
could see a thin mixture of saliva and the boy's pre-cum dripping
from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down
her hollowing cheeks. Vicki was reveling in the cruel humiliation
Joe was subjecting her to--a masochistic light shining in her
eyes.
And on the silver screen, Sandy could see the dwarf's
buttocks flexing and hollowing rapidly as he fucked himself hard
against the hotly writhing buttocks of the young girl hunched
dog-style in front of him, her toes curling and uncurling as she
was locked in a lewd death-grip with the deformed little creature
behind her. His giant penis was spearing into her pink, tightly
glistening young pussy like a steel piston, bringing indescribable
joy to her feverishly mumbling lips. Above Sandy, her youthful
boyfriend gasped and panted, rocking in and out of the soft
confines of her once virginal cunt, and the ravishment of her own
genitals, coupled with watching Vicki sucking the other boy's cock
were sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure through her
entire being.
Gradually the pain eased for her, and Sandy's flesh began to
involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the
lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost
the battle against her obscene desires, and even the agonizing
thought of her total surrender sent new chills running along her
spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Tommy Edgars' cock skewering
wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she
groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving
her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat.
Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from
deep in her chest, her face contorting more with desire than with
pain now, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now
disheveled, soft blonde hair. She spread her thighs wider, moving
her feet apart, stretching with difficulty the flimsy silk panties
still hanging at her knees. She could feel with obscene delight
the cool metal of the zipper of his pants pressed tight into the
soft white skin surrounding her vagina as he strove deep in her.
The bushy, springy pubic hair around the base of his cock brushed
tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her thighs and
against her own blonde fleece. She wrapped her arms around him so
that her breasts were squashed tightly to his chest, and began to
slowly rotate her buttocks upwards into his loins, and she felt
the tunneling penis of the boy imbedded to its full extent in her.
The distended, spongy cock-head grazed against the flat hardness
of her cervix, probing deep, deep where no one had ever been
before. Forgotten was the humiliation of lying on her back like a
harem slave while a boy fucked her, venting his lust in her
delighted pussy; forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her
knees, a lowered flag of her surrender. All that mattered to the
little teenage girl now was the obscene pleasure coursing through
her like a fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this
... Oh God, she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed
on her pleasure-wracked body!
Her passion-fogged eyes drifted back to the sex film, and she
was excited still more as through desire-glazed eyes, she could
dimly see the girl in the throes of her climax. She was screwing
her buttocks back against the dwarf like a she-demon gone insane,
and the dwarf's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked deep up
into the nakedly waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from
his mouth onto the sweat of her back. She suddenly screamed and
rammed back against him wildly just as he jerked forward and his
cock began spitting its sperm in quick hard spurts deep in her
hotly clasping vagina. Sandy watched in heated fascination as the
girl's smoothly curved young buttocks began contracting
uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her
quivering belly. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly locked
cunt squeezing the huge hardened cock; thin trails of the sticky
white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. Her backsides
glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she
pitched forward on her face, unconscious, the rapidly deflating
cock of the dwarf slipping from her heavily mauled young cuntal
passage. The girl was out cold and the little man stood above her
in obvious appreciation. Then in a last act of depravity, he
dropped his huge malformed head to her widespread crotch and
licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still visibly
quivering cunt. He lapped it hungrily until at last there was no
more, and then he lay down contentedly between her open legs,
nuzzling gently the soft vee of her ravished loins. THE END ...
In the light of the projector's lamp upon the now blank
screen, Sandy was able to see her new girlfriend, Vicki, sucking
at Joe's expanding cock like a wild woman, her attention drawn to
them by the panting groans of the boy as he, too, neared his
explosive climax. To Sandy's lust-glazed eyes, the thick
pummeling instrument seemed to fuse into a strange, lengthening
extension of Vicki's face as he drove with hollowing buttocks
forward like a pile-driver, sinking far up into Vicki's mouth
until his coarse pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His
balls danced in unison with his thrusts upward hard against her
chin.
Dimly Sandy thought: he's going to strangle her! God, he's
going to cum in Vicki's mouth until his hot sticky cum floods into
her throat like a river! He'll kill her! He'll drown her and
kill her!
And as she watched horrified, Joe's cock began to jerk,
spewing hot, sticky seed directly up into her ovalling mouth. The
thin spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow's udder, filling
her mouth to the brim. Vicki swallowed voraciously, trying not to
lose one drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her adam's apple
bobbed up and down rapidly in her effort to keep up with the
wildly ejaculating penis spewing its lewd sperm into her face.
Sandy groaned at the obscene picture of Vicki's self-inflicted
humiliation as Joe's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts
of liquid and slowly slid from between her still possessively
nibbling lips. Thin strings of the hot sticky cum ran from the
tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips like obscene spider
webs of sexual connection.
The wild ache of her newly discovered arousal filled Sandy
with unsatisfied desire. She mumbled incoherently beneath Tommy's
pounding hips, undulating her buttocks salaciously up against his
eager thrusts, wanting to experience what she had just witnessed
the others having experienced. She wanted to cum. She wanted
Tommy to shoot his own great wad of cum deep up into her belly.
She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness.
She could feel a great wetness building in the open crevice of her
ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being
filled, filled as she had never been before. She ground up
against it happily as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could
only mean that he was soon going to fulfill her most ardent wish.
"Ohhhhh, yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Tommy! Fuck me hard! Give
it to meeeeeee!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching her own
orgasm, and her young body had become something like an animal, no
longer innocent or human as she twisted and contorted, straining
against her panties as she attempted to spread her slender legs
wider apart and wrap them around him.
Then, before she could complete her task Sandy saw the flash
of light as the lamps of the basement playroom flicked on, and she
clenched her eyes tightly shut to block them out. Through the
haze of marijuana and passion she was vaguely aware of Vicki, and
her boyfriend, Joe, hovering near her, and that someone else had
entered the room, but nothing mattered except the body that was
driving its cock into her from above.
"Hot damn," she heard Joe breathe harshly, "Look at little
Miss Pure-heart fuck!"
"I told you my special pot would get her," a voice much like
her neighbor's, Richard Hink's laughed triumphantly.
"Get her clothes off," Vicki directed. "How the hell can he
take pictures of her climbing with that tight pussy of hers with
all her things on like that? Get her naked! Here, I'll help!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more
lewd, but it didn't matter. Her head flailed from side to side,
her mouth open in abandon, her body white-hot. Her limbs followed
the dictates of alien hands as they coursed over her removing her
clothing. The remains of her panties were pulled hurriedly from
her calves, her thin blouse was allowed to be drawn over her head,
and she lifted her buttocks so that the buttons of her skirt could
be undone and the strip of cloth slid from around her. Magic
fingers snatched her bra away, and she could feel that she was now
totally naked, her quivering white nudity completely at their
mercy.
As if through a distant fog, she could hear the hurried
rustle of clothing as Joe and Vicki stripped the pants and shirt
from Tom. She trembled nakedly, half in confusion, half in
impatience, and then the onlookers were forgotten as Tom crawled
back between her open thighs and resumed his rhythmic fucking into
her open cunt. She swung her now freed thighs up and clasped his
hips with the backs of her calves, winding her smoothly tapered
legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked tightly
together high on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry vagina
up the full length of his slippery, plunging shaft.
"Jesus Christ, Tom," Joe gasped hotly as a bright white flash
of lightning light filled the room. "Don't split her whole ass
open! Save some for the big Daddy here!"
Sandy's body drove on unheeded. She was almost ready to cum
and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her
belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her wetly seeping vagina
with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Sweat was
pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her own end--an
infinitesimal second away.
But then--Tom clamped his mouth tightly down on hers,
starting a long, low groan that swelled to shout as he began
spewing his hot sperm deep up into her hot slippery passage. Her
first male cum! Oh God ... Oh God, how deliciously wonderful it
felt! She could feel it jet up into her hungrily accepting young
belly in great gushing waves--only to sense it then deflate more
with each white hot spurt.
"Nooooo! Noooo, Tommy! More! More! Wait for meeeeee!" She
was still just seconds away, but it was useless. She squeezed her
buttocks together up against a softening penis which had lost its
mastery over her now seething emotions. She pounded her heels
desperately against Tommy's spent body, beside herself, her end so
near and yet so far away. With an empty groan, he rolled from
between her still gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
Another bright white flash struck as suddenly her ankles were
grasped by other, heavy hands. She gasped at the force in the
powerful fingers, and she looked up through the narrow, hazy slits
of lust-smoked eyes.
It was Joe! His flushed face leered down at her nakedly
exposed cunt from between her wide-held thighs, a cruel animal
lust in his eyes, so potent that it momentarily froze Sandy's
quivering body into the stillness of a cornered mouse before a
stalking cat. He levered her unresisting legs up off the couch in
an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet
harshly into the cushion on either side of her shoulders. Her
tormented body was bent back double, the pain of her strained
muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her
crotch was presented like a helplessly bound young virgin in a
sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up
position, his hands holding her ankles back to the couch, his
thick cock, rejuvenated from Vicki's sucking mouth, aimed straight
at her helpless uptilted slit.
"Ram it to her, Joe!" the older man encouraged excitedly.
"Jam it all the way up to her smooth little tits! I want a good
shot of this!"
Sandy shuddered, torn between the hotly burning desire
scorching her still throbbing vagina, and the quick twinge of
shame that flickered through her drug and passion confused
thoughts. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes she could see faint
forms all around her, but they weren't important--the fire licking
through her loins was stoked to greater intensity by the sheer
helplessness and the obscene position in which she was being held.
The flames of her unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her
hotly pulsating young cunt, and nothing else in the whole wide
world mattered at all.
"Go on! Fuck her, Joe, fuck her!" Vicki urged in an excited
scream, and she wiggled her own naked buttocks at her lover in a
lewd unmistakable invitation.
"Oh God, yessss. Please fuck me," Sandy hissed between
tightly clenched teeth, and Joe needed no further encouragement.
His heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of
cement, his thick, lust-incited young cock plunging into her
hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the
unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its
cruelly plowing head.
Sandy cried out at the quick and brutal impalement, but it
was only momentary. The greedy moist walls clasped around the
fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its full
length to the hilt. His balls smacked with a soft wet slapping
sound into the upturned crevice of her buttocks, and she groaned
in relief at the filling of her newly opened passage as he began a
heavy deep thrusting into her already hotly grinding young cunt.
Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her whole body quivering
in abandoned ecstasy. She had been so close before to an orgasm
that it didn't take long this time with Joe's thick, expanding
penis fucking up into her like a jack-hammer gone wild. The cords
of her neck suddenly tightened and she felt her muscles tightening
into rigidity with the unmistakable signs.
"I ... Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she
pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her hands clasped desperately behind his wildly driving
buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into
her wide-stretched vagina. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around
his still-driving prick, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks
and flooding his balls as they bounced rhythmically against her
tightly puckered anus.
"Give it to her, Joe!" the Richard Hink voice goaded
excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "I want a picture of
the both of you cumming!" Bright flashes filled the room as Sandy,
writhing beneath the spurred-on Joe Arrow, continued to grunt out
her climax, the juices still flowing in unrestricted rivulets down
the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly twisting loins.
Above her, Joe groaned and she could feel the second hot load
of heated male sperm being shot up deep into her dilated young
womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool the first boy had throbbed
into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the
hot, powerful bursts surged wildly into her, filling her again to
the overflowing with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of
her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the
jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth. Sandy's firm nubile
young body was drained of everything when at last Joe's grip on
her legs was released and she could collapse her limbs on the
couch. She lay spread-eagled, unable to even close her legs, as
she felt his heavy weight lift from her, and the cool rush of air
over her sweat-soaked form.
The deep, masculine voice of the triumphantly smiling high-
school coach spoke in the distance as she faded into peaceful
unconsciousness. "Take another turn with her, Tommy. She's not
dead yet, and I need a few more shots before I leave to visit her
mother. Use your imagination and see what you can do."
"How about both of us fucking her at the same time?" Joe
gasped as he sprawled, satiated beside her.
"Anything you want. And when you come over later, maybe we
can make it all five of us at the same time!"
Chapter 4
Alice Murphy sat dejectedly in the overstuffed easy chair in
the living room. It was nearly dark outside, and Sandy still
hadn't returned. The lovely widow had been waiting all that day
for the phone to ring or the door to open, and the longer she
waited, the more worried she became about her daughter.
She reached over and reluctantly grasped a half-empty bottle
of scotch, tipping it so that the burnt-umber-colored liquor
poured into a small glass beside it on the table. She had
promised herself after she'd finished the last glass that there
would be no more drinking but she was so distraught from the
waiting that she couldn't resist having something to soothe her
frayed nerves. The shadows lengthened across the living room from
the windows, but she didn't feel like getting up and turning on
the lights. Somehow, she didn't want to face the brightness they
would bring, not before her daughter was back with her again.
Damn, she moaned under her breath as she took a long drink
from the straight scotch. Damn ... Damn, where was Sandy? Why
hadn't she been able to handle things better so that her child
wouldn't have run off the way she had?
The soothing warm liquor hit bottom; she hadn't eaten
anything all day, and the impact was immediate. The warmth spread
through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple
across her flesh--she raised the glass again, and finished it.
Then she leaned back against the cushion and lit a cigarette, and
watched the curling smoke drift up toward the ceiling. It was
funny to watch, for it almost seemed to have a purpose, as though
it knew where it was going, only to waver and diffuse into funny
little wisps in all directions, and finally disappearing into
nothingness. Perhaps the smoke was like her life, having purpose
and direction when she had had Robert, now only confused and
directionless ... would she, too, simply end up disappearing into
nothingness?
She wondered what she would do when Sandy finally did return
home. What could she say that was different from this horrible
morning? There must be a middle-ground somewhere--someplace in
between where she could meet her daughter--where real happiness
could be found ...
The phone rang shrilly from the hall, interrupting her
reverie.
Alice jerked from its sudden insistence, then hurried to it,
almost as if she was afraid that if she didn't catch it before it
rang again, whoever was calling would give up and go away. She
grabbed the receiver, holding it breathlessly to her. "H-Hello?
Sandy?"
"No, Mrs. Murphy. This is Richard Hink."
Alice knew Richard Hink, of course. She had tried to keep
their acquaintanceship as brief as possible in the past, even
after Robert, who had been the jealous type, was killed. The man
bothered her in some inexplicable way, in an ethereal, uneasy
fashion she couldn't put her finger on, but which had unsettled
her from the moment he had moved in beside her. Richard Hink had
always been the gentleman around her and Sandy, and Sandy had
never reported anything but good about him from her school ... But
still there was a pervading air of something corrupting about him,
something deliciously wrong as though to be around him would be
skirting danger ...
"Yes, Mr. Hink?"
"Do call me Richard. After all, we're neighbors."
"Mr. Hink--I mean, Richard," she replied, not liking the new
intimacy but not wishing to take the time to argue over it.
"You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little rushed, but I'm waiting
for an important call from my daughter. What is it you want?"
"Well, it is about Sandy, I'm afraid," he said solemnly.
"About--!" A clammy iciness crawled up Alice's backbone, as
if his tone and the use of I'm afraid precluded some tragedy. Her
throat was suddenly dry, and the scotch pounded in her temples
parasitically, but she managed to stammer: "Is--is she hurt? Has
she had an accident? What's happened?"
"Oh, Sandy is fine, Alice," the coach said, and he chuckled
in an odd voice. "Don't worry about that, she's just in great
shape. But there is a matter of where she is and what she's doing
that we must discuss. Won't you come over to my house so we can
talk?"
"Please, Mr. Hink--"
"Richard."
"Richard. Please, tell me now."
"No, it concerns something I must show you as well. I'll
expect you shortly." And without another word of explanation, he
hung up.
Trembling with anxiety, Alice stood with the receiver in her
hand. Then, the momentary stun of shock passing, she quickly
placed it back on the phone cradle and rushed back to the living
room. She took a last shot of scotch, needing the strength it
gave her to face whatever bad news he had hinted at, then paused
in front of the hall mirror with a woman's automatic behavior to
smooth her short beige dress and pat her hair. Clutching her
purse, she hurried across the short space of the two side yards,
up the cement steps to the narrow front porch of the Hink
residence. Facing the closed front door, she experienced a
momentary sense of panic, as though her intuition was telling her
that should she step through its portal, her life would be altered
forever. But her desire to find out about Sandy overcame her
reluctance, and taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and
rang the bell.
Richard Hink answered the door almost immediately. He seemed
to be dressed in nothing but a scarlet silk lounging robe, the
kind with the fancy embroidered Oriental designs and the velvet
collar. "Come in, my dear," he said in a soft, syrupy voice.
"Th-thank you." She swallowed heavily and followed him into
his living room, which was tastefully decorated in Norwegian
woods.
"Sit down, Alice. You don't mind me calling you Alice, do
you?"
She did, but said quickly, "No, no I don't."
"And don't forget to call me Richard," he said, not taking
his eyes from her body. He appraised the lusciously figured young
mother of Sandy Murphy and was renewed with a burgeoning desire
for the blonde-haired beauty with her provocatively moral ways.
"Would you care for a drink?"
"No ... Richard, thank you just the same. I want to know
about Sandy. Please, please tell me what this is all about."
"Of course, my dear Alice." He sat down beside her on a long,
low couch, and then leaned over to pick up a flat cellophane
envelope from the oiled walnut coffee table in front of them.
"You see," he said, holding them from her eyes, "your daughter has
been dating a certain Tommy Edgars."
"I ... know," she blurted. "And I don't approve of him."
"As well you might not. He is quite the young lover, and to
be perfectly frank, he has convinced her to be intimate with him."
"Inti--!" Alice jerked her hands to her face, shielding the
words which were about to blurt from her shocked mouth. "You
don't mean--?"
"See for yourself," Hink said almost casually, and handed the
beautiful stricken woman the envelope.
Trembling with fear and trepidation, Alice slid three color
pictures out, and after one chilling glimpse at the top photo, she
stared up in horror at the obscenely glittering eyes of Richard
Hink. "Oh no!" she gasped, sucking in her breath, the blood
draining from her face and leaving her features a deathly pale.
"Isn't that first one a jewel?" the teacher said with a
pleasant smile. "Shows every tiny detail so plainly, just as if
it was posed. It wasn't, of course, but then candid snaps are so
much better, don't you think?"
The first shot was of Sandy, naked and sprawling, on a long,
wide couch with the similarly nude body of her boyfriend, Tommy,
bending over her. He was licking her open vagina, and to her
mother's horror, Sandy had her legs splayed in full provocative
view of the camera lens, showing all of her own desire-moistened
vaginal slit.
Is this what she's been doing with that boy? Alice asked
herself miserably. And for how long? She stared then at the
giant young cock that was stretching from Tommy's hovering loins
as he leaned forward. Look at how huge his penis is! He'd kill
Sandy with that giant thing! My God! What am I allowing myself
to think?
The trembling young widow flipped to the next photo, only to
see that her worst fears were confirmed. Sandy's pinkly throbbing
little cunt mouth and the surrounding blonde hair were spread
wide, and in the right-hand edge of the picture was the muscled
pelvis of Tommy, his dark pubic hair a sharp contrast to the
girl's light-textured flesh. His thick, rigid shaft was in
close-up focus, showing the convoluted ridges and bluish veins and
the long thin tube beneath that was ready to shoot his sperm deep
up into her nakedly spread young daughter. Its pulsating, blunt
cock-head was buried in the warm wet pussy, Sandy's firm white
buttocks stretched to the limit by his cruel impalement. In the
background, Alice could make out the figure of another lovely nude
teenage girl, her teeth parted as she kissed a strange boy's
testicles, licking the base of his penis with wet, lapping strokes
from her moistly glistening tongue. His cock must have been
sucked for some time, by the way the soft light of the room shone
down off the wetly shining skin ...
Alice gave a small cry of hysteria at the obscene images, and
she tried to clear her mind of the horrible thoughts of her own
sixteen year old daughter being a partner in this awful,
clandestine orgy. But she couldn't refute the facts before her
eyes, and a warm heavy throb of torment pulsed sub-consciously
through her, caused by the erotic qualities of the lewd
photographs. She squeezed her buttocks together in a desperate
effort to stop the lewdly rising sensations the dirty pictures
were involuntarily causing in her, and forced herself to look at
the next one.
To her abject horror, this time she recognized the other boy
as being the depraved seducer of her little girl. Sandy was
turning her head so that she could watch his cock--which was
rigidly held about an inch away from her eagerly pulsating vaginal
mouth--as it splashed hotly a steady stream of white sticky cum
against her thighs and blondly curling young pussy hair. The
smooth ivory white cheeks of her naked buttocks were drenched with
the sperm, and her knees were pulled back until her slender legs
were squashing the high-peaked, hard-nippled moons of her breasts.
Her fingers were clutching the cheeks of her buttocks in an effort
to pull them wider so that still more of her pink, hair-rimmed
crevice could receive the deliciously exciting bath of the young,
heated male sperm. It was obvious by the contorted expression of
pure ecstasy on her wildly distorted facial features that she was
reveling in the utter lewdness of her humiliation ... was glorying
in it!
Sandy ... Oh God, my darling child! Alice's tortured mind
screamed.
"You like them, Alice?" Hink asked her calmly.
"No! Of course I don't!" she cried, throwing the obscene
photographs on the table in revulsion and rejection. "They're
terrible!"
"Well," he said in an offhand manner, "Perhaps you'll find
one you'd enjoy. I took a dozen all told, though I've got the
others tucked under lock and key at the moment."
"You ... took them?" Alice wanted to scream, to hit and slash
and tear at this vile, beastly man who sat so calmly next to her
and freely admitted his part in the horrible debauchment of her
daughter. "You must be insane!"
"We'll see who's so insane, my dear," Hink rasped harshly,
his face suddenly showing anger. "You want all twelve pictures
don't you?"
"W--want them?" Alice stammered in a sudden, hushed tone of
fear.
"Don't be so naive, Alice. I know a number of dirty picture
distributors who would pay plenty to be able to reproduce a hot
set like this."
"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Hink! I'm going to call
the police and have you locked up in a prison where you belong!"
"No you won't, my dear. I'd simply deny everything, and it's
your word against mine. Besides, think of the scandal it would
cause your daughter. You wouldn't want that, would you? On top
of the fact that should you call the cops, I'll sell the set the
first chance I get!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Alice said, standing up suddenly.
Hink leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally
across Alice's face, knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang
to her eyes and a slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner
of her mouth. "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything!" he
snarled angrily at her. "Just you get it through your stuck-up
head that if you don't want the truth about your darling daughter
peddled in every bar from New York to Los Angeles, you'd better
start treating me right!"
"What--what do you want of me?" Alice's voice faded to a
whisper.
"You know very well what I want of you," he said cynically,
sneering with obvious lust. "You're going to work to get those
pictures back, baby, work hard to please me."
Alice sat in a state of shock, dabbing lifelessly at the
trickle of blood with her dress sleeve. Yes, she knew what he
wanted of her--her body. The galling truth of her hopeless
position flooded her mind, for she was being blackmailed into
submitting to this handsome but animalistic man in exchange for
the chance to save her daughter's reputation. She would sacrifice
herself, she knew after a moment's contemplation, for her own
happiness was over but Sandy's was just beginning, and there
wasn't anything she wouldn't do to make her child a better future.
She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly degrading
sensation of this strange man's penis buried deep up inside her
open vagina, for she was certain that that was what he would
demand from her. She knew that she would almost die from the
humiliation of it all, the degeneracy of submitting to his cruel
lusts where no man had ever been other than her late husband.
She didn't speak, steeling herself to the ordeal that lay
ahead, wishing only that she could get it over and done with
quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps, she could
live a normal life again.
Richard Hink read the symptoms of her surrender. "I'm glad
you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred,
running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so
bad, am I?"
Alice left the question unanswered, and kept her eyes to the
floor. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I want the
pictures first, Richard," she finally managed to say.
"Oh, no," Hink said, slapping his hand on the three on the
table to show his denial. "We'll play some games first, and if
you twitch your pussy real good and at the right times, you can
have them tomorrow."
"How ... How do I know you'll give them to me?" she grimaced
from the lewdness of his words.
"You'll simply have to trust me. You don't have any other
choice, do you?" he said with a victorious smirk. "Come, we'll go
to my bedroom now." He led the way down the corridor, Alice
following, almost glad that he wasn't prolonging her agony any
longer than necessary. "What do you think of my little chamber of
love?" he asked, throwing the bedroom door wide open.
It was the strangest room Alice had ever seen. It was
exactly like her own in size, but the ceiling and an entire wall
were completely covered with mirrors. Another of the walls was
painted with a mural, showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable
in a huge orgy of tangled bodies and limbs. It was done very
realistically, and there must have been over a hundred figures in
it, some in pairs, others in groups of three, four, and five.
"I dabble as a painter occasionally," Hink said modestly.
Alice stood for a long moment at the door of the
hedonistically decored room, revolted and fearful of entering.
But she had decided that she had no choice but to submit. He had
her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself
to save her daughter from ruin, she would do so. In a way, she
felt that she had helped create this horrible situation by having
failed as a mother somewhere in the raising of Sandy, and this was
to be her punishment for it.
There was a thick white carpet on the floor, and sighing with
the hopelessness of her plight, she slipped out of her shoes as
Hink had when he'd entered, and padded barefoot into the room.
"Sit down on the bed, my dear Alice," the lewd blackmailer
said, gesturing to the hugest round bed she had ever seen. It was
covered with the same white furry material as the floor, but as
soft as it was, she felt revulsion stir through her as she slowly
settled herself on it.
"Now," he said cruelly, "I want to see that beautiful body of
yours stripped bare-ass naked. Sit still and let me undress you."
She closed her eyes, forcing her mind to dwell on the
pictures she had to earn as she felt the muscular football coach's
hands hurriedly unzip her dress. She lifted her buttocks
slightly, and he peeled it from her. Then came her bra, and he
whistled in admiration as the large, round spheres emerged. He
kissed them hungrily and Alice cringed as his warm wet lips traced
their moist path to the tips, hardening her nipples in spite of
her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Hink's
face as his trembling wet palms glided unimpeded over her firm
contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Alice cried out
from the pain and humiliation.
She was completely naked now except for the sheer panties
that were only a thin nylon wisp around her lower hips. She had
never felt so exposed in all her life, and burning waves of shame
crept through her in spite of her vow to gain those damaging
photographs at any personal sacrifice or mortification. Nausea
rose as his thick, lean fingers petted and fondled at her soft
yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving
white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in
her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively,
beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope with
its threat against her daughter.
Hink's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made
light, butterfly contact across her sensitive white flesh to her
flimsy white panties. She groaned helplessly as his hand rummaged
on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth nylon material
into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly,
pulling gently at the soft little strands of pubic hair that
protruded teasingly out from under the leg band. She shut her
eyes tightly as his fingers hooked around the elastic band at the
top.
"Lift your ass," he ordered, using the blunt word to remind
her of his total dominance.
Alice arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon
drawn slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs,
exposing now the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
"Mmmmmmmm! A real blonde, I see, just like your kid." Hink
smacked his lips in appreciation. "You're the first one I've had
in quite awhile."
He reached below, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full
rounded contours of her trembling buttocks, stroking them
greedily. He dug his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a
moment as though unable to take his hand away, then with the thumb
and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy,
hair-trimmed lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and
unprepared, and Alice clenched her teeth tightly together in fear
that he was going to force his way into her and hurt her.
Instead, he reached to the small table beside the bed and dug his
fingers into a jar of vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating
jelly the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger
fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around
and around, swabbing the vaseline deep into the soft giving folds,
preparing it for the entry of his already erect cock that was
bulging in entrapment beneath his scarlet smoking jacket.
"You are very tight, my dear Alice. You've been without a
man far too long for your own health. But we'll soon cure that,
won't we?"
He chuckled lasciviously, and Alice cried out in sudden
protest as she felt his fingers stretch her vagina cruelly wider,
the walls of the narrow pink slit surrounding it aching painfully
from the harsh outward pull. "That's more like it," he grinned
evilly, pressing his fingers between the lips of the tortured
little opening until they were all the way to his palm and he
could go no further. She struggled downward to escape the cruel
impalement, but it was useless.
She lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly impaled by his
fingers that she couldn't find any direction of relief. Waves of
shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of
foreboding. She was glad now for the scotch she'd drank, or she
could never have stood being held in this lewd position by this
evil, blackmailing man free to do with her as he wished. And the
worst was that she didn't dare complain, for then he might never
decide to give her the damning pictures of her young teenage
daughter.
Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Richard Hink
removing his hand suddenly and standing up beside the bed. He
shed his silken jacket and then was above her again on the bed,
looking down at her with his hands on his hips. With the
reflections of the mirrors on the ceiling and wall, Alice felt as
though she was surrounded by a phalanx of heavy, erectly throbbing
cocks and menacing, sperm-swollen sacs of testicles, all poised at
the ready for the deadly thrusts up between her open thighs that
she knew were soon to come.
"First, my dear, we must get you in the proper mood for
enjoying my lovemaking," Hink said with crooning delight.
She shivered in silent dread in the center of the furry white
bed, listening with bated breath as he picked up something from
the same table which held the vaseline. She didn't dare follow
his movements for fear of screaming, and she couldn't have stood
having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She
just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She held her
breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms and long,
probing fingers to once more clamp down and bore into the soft,
now completely defenseless flesh of her body.
They didn't come.
Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her
feet. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive
bottoms, and she jumped in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open
and staring wildly down at the cause of the tingling sensation.
Richard Hink was leaning forward at the foot of the bed, grinning
lewdly down at her spread-eagled nakedness. He had in his hands a
long thin pole with a curling, fluffy feather at its end, and he
was stroking her feet with the tip of it.
She tried to resist its tantalizing little manipulations, but
in the master control of the depraved football coach, the
feathered tickling soon began to drive her mad. "Don't move, my
dear," he warned. "Just lie there and enjoy what I'm doing to
you." He continued the lascivious strokings slowly up her calves,
and Alice clenched her teeth tight together, willing her muscles
to keep still and not make her body thrash wildly about.
Hink smiled lewdly at the effect he was having on her. He
paused at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in
small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh, and then
he thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into her
slightly parted vaginal lips. Alice sucked in her fevered breath,
unable to prevent herself from drawing her thighs up and apart so
that all of her moistly spread vagina was presented to his greedy
eyes in her lewd, crab-like stance. He grinned salaciously, and
jiggled the feather lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her
tight, pink cunt. Alice was going out of her mind, and undulated
her quivering buttocks helplessly beneath the tickling torture her
body was being subjected to.
"Oh! Oh, please stop! Ohhhh, please, please, stop! I--I
can't--stand what you're doing! I--can't!"
But still the feather teased playfully at the tender parts of
her vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow
palpitating crevice to her tiny throbbing clitoris, and flicking
maddeningly at it until, with a sudden groan, Alice felt it begin
a gently involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear
Richard Hink laughing arrogantly at her reactions as he hovered
over her, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the
teasing feather faster.
He worked it slowly up, over the softly pulsating mound of
her genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly, pausing
for a moment to tickle the delicate little indentation of her
navel, and then up the sides of her rib cage, playing
tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arm. It almost
drove her crazy, and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up
over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples
into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the
handsome but depraved man who was subjecting her to the horrible
indignities, her feelings were slowly changing. Her gasps and
moans of humiliation and torment tapered off into deep mewls of
helplessly forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow,
sensuous writhings as the feather slowed its flicking to soft
gentle strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her
body, exhausted from the struggles against this lewd torture.
Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso, wetting the
softness of the furry bedcovering below her.
Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the control
of her body begin to slip away. She had vowed that she would
never allow it to betray her, no matter how much temptation it
might be subjected to, until she was legally married again. But
the utter hopelessness of her submission, and the feather in the
hands of this master debaucher, violating all the sensitive and
unprotected parts of her tender enslaved flesh were too much not
to react to! Unwanted pleasure began to ripple from the depths of
her quivering belly as passions long held in self-imposed celibacy
were kindled into lewd fires of unbridled sexual craving.
Against her will, her proud firm breasts throbbed up into
rock-hard roundness, and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the
tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the
rose-pink areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward
journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body
was reaching up off the bed to absorb more of its soothing
caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and
in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow
uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her
again to draw her thighs back up into a splayed, crab-like
position. The slit of her crotch was again wide open to the
leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor above. With a lewd
chuckle, he flicked the tip of the lewdly teasing feather quickly
without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus,
clearly exposed in the openly spread crevice between her full
white buttocks. The tight rubbery orifice jerked in surprise, and
tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the soft,
yet malicious probing.
"Agggggg!" she gasped between tightly clenched teeth. "D--
Don't Ohhhhh, please don't! I--I can't stand it! It's driving me
crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against
the teasing probe of her tiny clasping anus. She tried with all
her strength to clench her buttocks closed and end the
excruciatingly pleasurable sensation, but the torturous flicking
of the feather never stopped. There was no relief.
"Oh, please, p--please, ohhhh, oooohhh, stop, stop, stopppp!"
she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're
killing me! You're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked there, my dear?" Hink hissed
softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her helplessly
flexing anal orifice. "Would you rather have me fuck you in the
ass?"
"No!" she groaned piteously, the degeneracy of his threat
making her shiver with revulsion. "No! No!"
He quickened the flicking feather ...
"Agggg! I--I mean yes! Y--Yessss!" she babbled helplessly.
"Anything! Anything, but stop, stop! Oh God, please stop!"
As suddenly as it had begun, the torturous tickling lifted
from between her legs. Alice's exhausted muscles relaxed from
their straining, her body relieved from fighting against her
humiliation and rising excitement, and a thankful gasp of grateful
warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the
thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the
torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her--failed her
as completely as it had when she'd masturbated last night. He
would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew that he would
pick and pull at her helplessness until he had destroyed the last
remaining vestiges of her resistance and pride, like stepping on a
helpless butterfly fluttering in agony. Yet still her mind
dwelled with dazed determination on obtaining that packet of
pictures. She had to have that packet for Sandy; she just had to!
There was no choice, and she fought back the urge to scream at him
and curse his wickedness.
Demonically, Richard Hink locked his eyes on her full
sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from the
torment of his feathering. They were wet and moist from her
tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath his
torture with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his cock down
in between them, and shivered at the mere thought of that moist
warm cavern closing around it--but that would have to wait until
later.
Now was time for the ultimate subjugation of her lovely naked
body, the complete surrender of that hot little bitch, Sandy
Murphy's trembling young mother, to his cruel whims! He couldn't
wait another moment, or he'd ejaculate from the excitement right
where he was! Discarding the feathered pole, he harshly
commanded: "All right, my dear. Roll over and get up on your
knees. Hurry! Kneel before me! Kneel up and show me that
luscious naked ass of yours!"
She hesitated for a moment, and then felt his eager hands on
her hips, jerking her over onto her stomach and raising her
quivering moon-shaped buttocks high up off the bed. Crudely, he
forced her to spread her legs wide so that the backs of her white,
firm thighs were presented invitingly to him, lewdly displaying
the full surface of her pink, passion-soaked pussy to his lusting
eyes. Her backsides waved in open invitation to the cruel
ravishment he had promised to inflict upon her, and her anus
throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Alice, my little pet, I can tell that way down deep at heart
you really want to be fucked," he grinned almost reverently with
desire.
"Oh, no ... No, I don't! Oh, please don't do this to me!"
Tears of anticipated pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as
the realization came to her that nothing she said would stop him.
He was going to do it to her there. He was going to plant his
long, hard penis fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act
of sex that she hadn't known existed before. This was the
ultimate humiliation and surrender, as her unwilling body was
forced to be punished and abused in one of the most obscene and
degrading ways possible. She could never live through it; she
could never face the world again after this horror and
subjugation! Surely she would die!
She cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless. He
cupped her soft resilient flesh in his hands, his strong fingers
moving over the moon-shaped whiteness of her buttocks, kneading
the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with his unsatiated
lust.
Alice lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the
mattress. She had the urge to turn her head and look at him to
show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. She
waited unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the
buttocks and thighs which flowered out teasingly from her narrow,
beautifully curved waist. She moaned low in a half daze,
intensifying the erotic picture of her innocent, almost unused
body as she presented it up in helpless sacrifice to the leering
dark eyes above it.
The sadistic high school coach moved in closer to her
backsides, and Alice could feel a gentle teasing motion not unlike
the feather begin along the sensitive outside edges of her vaginal
lips, staying teasingly just inside the moist pink slit of her
widespread crotch. Her breasts involuntarily hardened as she
realized that Richard Hink was rubbing the rubbery tip of his cock
in the soft wet channel between her buttocks, and goosebumps
rippled along her skin. She'd been caught unaware by the gentle
probing of her helplessly exposed genitals. She had geared her
mind to expect a harsher and more violent attack, but this--this
was different, and was unexpected and subtle, an exquisite
sensation she couldn't resist!
She felt sudden shudders coursing along her nerves, their
intensity increased a hundred times by the submissive rigidity of
her position. Her toes squirmed beneath the teasing softness of
his attack, and she groaned, crying as she prayed her body would
not betray her again. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of
submitting to the lewd desire for that giant wet penis which was
now so deliciously teasing her backsides. She squeezed her eyes
shut tightly and fought it with all her might--but the leering
Hink knew that it was too late for her and there was no escape.
"You like my love-making, my dear, I can tell," he crooned.
"I shall make you very happy now, happier than you've ever been
before." Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead
now as his goal was in sight. He knew that he had broken her will
to resist, and now she was ready to receive the pleasures of his
hardened cock worming up into her open belly.
Alice moaned again as he increased the speed of his teasing
manipulations. She could feel the tips of her nipples hardening
into diamond-like chips as her ripe full breasts swayed beneath
her quivering chest, and she sighed with the delightful sensations
the man behind her was sending through every fiber of her body.
Dear God, she must somehow fight; she mustn't succumb as she had
been doing--but ohhhhh, how could she? It was so goooooddddd a
feeling!
"What a nice, hairless little hole," she heard him mutter and
then suddenly the long, thick cock teasing at the portal of her
vagina moved upwards through the slipperiness of the vaseline he
had smeared there earlier and nestled throbbingly in the tiny
puckered lips of her defensively clenched anus. She gasped,
sucking in her breath, and then Hink grasped her buttocks in both
his hands and flicked his hips forward. She grunted from the
sudden, excruciating pain of the unexpectedly brutal intrusion
spearing into her. She screamed for him to stop, tears running
down her cheeks. But his invasion grew, and she felt her thighs
being swept aside as his thick, rigid penis bored forward into the
tightly clinging canal of her vaseline lubricated anus. She ached
and could only moan and plead for his mercy.
"Ohhh! W--wait! P--please wait! You're killing me!" She
screamed out in a whimpering sob. "It hurts! You're too big for
me there! Ohhhhhhhhh, stop!"
"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't even taken half of
me up in your pretty little asshole yet," he taunted the stricken
mother, driving still more of his fleshy shaft forward into the
walls of her tightly stretched rectum.
"Aggggghhhhh!" she cried, the penetration increasing. She
felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her
tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts. His huge,
unending cock throbbed on, expanding the warm, moist flesh wrapped
tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering conquest,
pushing far up inside her rectum, the pain unbearable to her with
every inch of her passage it took. She fought in wild desperation
against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside, but then in a
final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed, and Hink,
flicking his hips forward the final inch, imbedded his thick hard
cock all the way up to his testicles in the soft flaccid tunnel of
her ass. She grunted in submission, her eyes and mouth opened
wide in torment as she could feel the coarse hair of his loins
grinding cruelly into the softness of her buttock-cheeks.
Richard, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with
sadistic pleasure, began to fuck rhythmically and unmercifully
deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further
sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never
felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole behind felt
wet and used as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the
full length of his punishing rod into her with long, smooth
strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping anal flesh
out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for another vicious
lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Hink snorting gleefully to
himself and gripping hard on her soft, globular buttocks with each
lunge the rampaging penis made into her rectum, trapping her
servile body between his skewering from behind and the furry
bedcover of the mattress in front. She was hopelessly trapped in
her kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before
its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered, and her thighs periodically
convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured
asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure and hated herself
and her body for the joy it was giving him, though there was
nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill
him for the degradation and the humiliation he was heaping upon
her against her will. In spite of the pain, she steeled her mind
and clasped tight her anal muscles, trying desperately to rip the
plunging column of flesh from his body.
"Oh God, it hurts ... it hurts, it hurts ..." she heard
herself grunt masochistically, and tentatively to ease the pain,
she fucked back against him to meet the forward thrust of his
cock. She began to undulate her body, swinging her buttocks in
tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb
of her rectum on the outstroke.
"Ooooooh!" Richard Hink groaned. "Ohhh your little asshole's
so hot and tight up inside! But that's it, my dear! Ohhhh,
that's it!" He threw back his head in ecstasy from the warm
clasping flesh enveloping him, and watched the reddish pink skin
of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock, feeling the sudden
voluntary movements of her buttocks before him. He groaned and
surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as
he wished now. She was like a slave kneeling before him, prepared
to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left
in this innocently pure young widow impaled so helplessly on his
cock. He would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before,
and she would soon learn to love it--hell, she was quickly
beginning to love it already! He watched the movement of her
buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and
ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling down over her
face and around her neck as she squirmed her nakedly kneeling body
lewdly in front of him.
He increased the intensity and speed of his lust-hardened
cock fucking into her rectum until her breasts jerked and danced
below her helplessly bucking body like quivering mounds of
vibrating jelly. She continued to push back at the thick
instrument fucking into her from the rear, almost praying for him
to cum up in her so it would end, and she could see his small
beady eyes in the mirror locked in gloating fascination on her
twisted and bent form. Gradually she became accustomed to the
trunk-like rod imbedded in her, and she became aware that hot
lubricating juices of her cunt and anus had begun to flow, easing
the pain, allowing still more of the ever growing cock to be
pumped into her. She could feel his huge gourd-like testicles
brushing against her clitoris between her widespread thighs, and
with every pounding beat of them against her hardened little bud,
a weird masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the lessening
pain was strangely pleasurable, and she waved her buttocks back
against it as much as she could.
The sight in the mirrors incited her more. This was total
subjugation--being helplessly enslaved on her knees this way,
breasts jiggling crazily underneath, and she could see from the
reflections in the polished glass the giant rod impaling her from
behind. God, it was huge! It appeared as though her buttocks
were spread beyond all human endurance. And that monstrous
instrument was actually sunk all the way up between them as far as
it would go. She could even see the tiny pink lips of her thinly
stretched anus clasped tightly around the edges of it. God, what
a hole it made in her rectum! The lewd picture of her humiliation
made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.
"Is it good?" Hink panted, now stroking the whitely quivering
globes of her buttocks, sweat rolling from his face in profusion.
"Do you like it?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo! Nooooooo!" Alice moaned, a battle
raging within her. She couldn't be liking this! No ... No, it
was too lewdly awful, too sinfully degrading to enjoy!
"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted cruelly. "Do you want
me to stop ... and keep the pictures?"
She suddenly groaned at the reminder of why she was kneeling
before him and panicked at his threat. "Oh, no! Don't stop!"
"Then say it! Say you love me fucking you in the ass, my
dear!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she hissed from between clenched teeth as he
fucked the hardness of his cock still deeper and harder into her
anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole with every sadistic lunge of
his pelvis. Oh God, how he was debasing her, treating her like a
common slut he had bought for the night. Then, in spite of her
revulsion at submitting to him like this, strange masochistic
pleasures rippled through her again. She suddenly wanted to be
destroyed by what she was doing, she wanted to be fucked until she
could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless,
kneeling form was driving her wild with lust inciting sensation.
"Yes, fuck me ... Fuck me in the asshole goooddddd ..." she
grunted through contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining
face, the rhythm of his cruel skewering of her rectal passage
building an aching hunger for more. Exquisite maddening pleasures
purled through her helpless naked form, the thought of begging him
to drive the teasing rod into her fueling the hot licking flames
in her loins. It was unbearable! "Ohhhhh, God, yesss, fuck me in
the ass like that!"
Hink grinned an obscene smile of victory. He had the proud
bitch right where he wanted her. She wanted it with all her being
now, and by God, he was going to give it to her. He began an even
harder, faster fucking motion with his hips, driving her white
quivering buttocks high up in the air and then down again as a
jockey riding a thorough-bred horse. His thick, rigid cock fucked
into her round-stretched anus in heavy, deep thrusts that traveled
the full eight inches of fleshy shaft. A moist sucking sound of
intercourse sounded through the small bedroom, and the slap of his
heavily swinging balls down against her soft, pink vaginal slit
and trembling little clitoris below joined it harmoniously. Hink
licked his lips hungrily as he watched the tiny reddish pucker of
her sphincter muscle clutch at his penis as if it didn't want him
to come out, only to disappear inside again as he lunged brutally
forward.
Alice groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations
racing rampantly through her sodomistically ravished body. Her
toes curled tightly against the bed covers as she was bucked up
and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was. She could feel
his monstrous cock growing inside her mercilessly battered rectum,
its giant head pummeling into her like an unrelenting fist. His
fingers that tore inhumanly at her nakedly writhing hips gave her
no respite from the involuntarily growing pleasure, building ...
building ever building deep in her belly.
"Harder ... Harder ... Ohhhhh, cum, cum, fuck me harder and
cum ..." she heard herself chant deliriously in rhythm to his long
hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart. She wanted to be
ripped. Great huge waves of delicious sensations surged through
her, her entire body growing like an expanded balloon, threatening
to burst into a thousand colored pieces as it had not done since
her husband had last fucked her. At last she was filled with cock
again, her lewdly tingling body was being raped as never before,
and it felt as if her very insides were melting from the fierce
heat of her insane arousal and coming out around his stabbing cock
in flowing white-hot liquid! Cum ... cum ... she was going to
cum!
Suddenly, with a groan deep from in her lungs, great floods
of seething juice streamed out from the walls of her vagina,
gushing on out over Hink's testicles as they swung heavily down
from the base of his penis. Alice gave one long low scream,
reaching back with her hands and splaying her ass cheeks farther
apart to give his pistoning cock greater access. She thrust her
brutally aching loins up at him with demoniacal force, screwing
herself up hungrily on the still-pumping rod. More juices flowed
from her quivering vaginal crevice as her nostrils flared and one
long gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her chest as though she
had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. She collapsed
under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as the
after-sensations floated down gently from the wildly exploding
orgasm she had reached.
Her next door neighbor sensed her climax and drove his penis
deep up inside as her legs splayed out on either side of his
heavily lunging body. He could feel the hot jet stream begin far
down in his inflated testicles, and race headlong down the length
of his pulsating shaft, spewing wildly out of the tip deep into
the darkly hidden depths of her rectum. He filled her belly
completely and felt it overflowing out from her tightly clenched
anus to trickle down and mingle with her own orgasmic juices
seeping hotly from the soft, hair-lined lips of her excitedly
contracting cunt below. He gave one last gasp as with a jerk he
emptied the last dregs of sperm into her still quivering
backsides, then he, too, collapsed across her spent body,
flattening her on her stomach, spread-eagled on the furry white
bed.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her and the
softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from
the confines of her forever-expanded anus. She felt wet and a
slight soreness there, but nothing like the horror of the
beginning.
Any physical damage to her ravished, battered, and bruised
body would heal, she knew, but she doubted that anything could
ever eliminate the horrible mental injury that she had done
unwillingly to herself. She knew that she should now be filled
with repugnance and loathing ... but she was not, and this made
her more frightened than from the vile acts done to her by Richard
Hink. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vividly, she
remembered her own lustful performance just now. Truly, his
handsome, virile body had reached her before he was done. He had
come at her like a conquering warrior devouring the spoils of
victory, and the fact she could not avoid was that she had
completely and wantonly enjoyed the ugly but delicious sensations
Hink had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. God,
she was ashamed ...
She rolled over onto her back, unmindful that all of her
naked, lust-sweat beauty was on display in the mirrors, reflecting
like a hundred trembling, glistening bodies whose rosy-hued flesh
were painted with the mingling fluids of male sperm and female
orgasmic secretions. What modesty was there to lose now? He had
unlocked some deep, wickedly lewd blackness in her soul, and if he
wanted a whore, then a whore she would be. And she sickeningly
realized that she would respond with more than just an act to
please him--she would be that whore, reveling in his cruel
debasement ...
And then in the reflecting glass above and around her, the
lovely young mother suddenly saw other figures. Her eyes flew
wide with startled, terrified shock, and she struggled to her
knees on the bed, tottering with humiliation and torment. Two
boys and a strange girl were slowly advancing into the bedroom,
but there were only dim, hazy images to her, her eyes staring with
utter mortification at the slim young teenager whose face was
distorted with horror and disbelief in front of them.
"Sandy!"
Chapter 5
About an hour before Alice Murphy choked out her daughter's
name, Sandy had been a quivering, quietly moaning girl on the
couch in Vicki Rolf's basement playroom. Time was meaningless and
blurred to her, merging with the cocks of Tommy Edgars and Joe
Arrow which had continually assaulted her hapless, drug-crazed
young body. She was beyond emotion, her tender loins jerking
spasmodically as her muscles twitched from the wild, electric-like
orgasms she'd received.
The two boys and the naked young girl, Vicki, stood over her
writhing form, grinning lewdly down at her. She stared back up at
them through dulled, sex-fogged eyes, her legs sprawled wide out
to the sides, displaying obscenely all of her pink, gently
palpitating vagina. Their voices were indistinct and dim in her
buzzing ears, for she was no longer a little, innocent teenage
girl but a passionate mass of sexually satiated and drugged female
flesh, unable to think or breathe.
"Have we time to take her on again?" Joe was asking
excitedly. Even though he'd already cum many times in her and his
girl friend Vicki, the very prurience of this virginal-looking
Sandy enticed his cock to harden with renewed interest.
"No, we've got to get over to the coach's house," Tommy said,
and then he grinned with unsatiated lust at his friend. "What the
hell, you can fuck her again any way you want to when we get over
there."
"Sure," Vicki added excitedly. "What the hell, the more the
merrier. Come on, let's get the hot little bitch dressed so we
can go!"
Her limbs too weak and weary to be able to perform for
herself, Sandy allowed the others to lift her up from the couch
and dress her. Then exhaustedly, she hung between Tommy and Joe
as they helped her to the four-door sedan that belonged to Joe and
which he'd driven to Vicki's that morning. She tottered as they
opened the back door and almost fell inside, lowering herself to
the soft seat and unconsciously allowing herself to be snuggled in
the arms of her boyfriend, Tommy Edgars, as he climbed in beside
her.
As Joe drove back through town and to her house, Sandy found
that some of her passion-fevered mind had cleared in the wake of
her sexual ecstasy. Shame and revulsion inundated her, causing
tears to blur and darken her guiltily swollen eyes and dribble
down her cheeks. Well, she'd finally been fucked, and fucked
good. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known
as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an
innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her
husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what
she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think
about it ... maybe later, when she was safely away from Tommy and
the other scheming young couple, Joe and Vicki ...
Edgars pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her
sobbing waist, and through her still partially fogged eyes, the
self-loathing girl saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "You
were great, baby," he complimented. "Now don't be all morbid and
sulky about it--a good fucking never hurt any girl, and you've got
to admit, you really turned on something fierce. Just like I said
you would, once you got a taste of cock. Rest awhile," he
continued, his hand fondling her trembling leg. "Rest until we
get over to where you live. I think you'll get a real surprise at
what's waiting for you."
The handsome youth's chuckle was almost obscene, and Sandy
shuddered at the lurid thought of what the "surprise" might be--
but she never considered even in the most dark, forbidden recesses
of her mind what she was speeding toward in crushed obeisance ...
At first she thought that they were going to stop at her
house, and her initial reaction was one of relief. Maybe there
wasn't going to be a "surprise," or if there was, it was to let
her free. Oh God, she hoped so! But then she felt a twinge of
fear as she thought of what her mother would say if she saw her
like this. Sandy knew that she couldn't ever explain what had
really happened to her, how she had been deceived and led on with
alcohol and drugs until she'd gone too far and finally her own
body had betrayed her.
Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that
if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house but would run
away. Even if somehow she kept it a secret, she could never be
able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again
without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't
face her home and the love that it represented. She was too
soiled, too ruined ... While time might dim the memory, it would
never erase it.
Instead, they stopped the car next door at Richard Hink's
residence. Puzzled, she let Tommy help her out of the car.
"What ... What are we doing here?"
"You'll see ..." he chuckled with a secret sounding lewdness.
"I don't understand, Tommy. Why are we going to visit Coach
Hink?"
"Patience, baby. Walk right in and in a minute you'll find
out."
Joe opened the front door without knocking as if he owned the
house and closed it behind them softly. Tommy gripped Sandy's arm
in a tight, harsh hold as she faltered, directing her into the
living room. Her heart was skipping beats, and she felt a clammy
iciness crawling along the saddle of her back. She frowned as she
looked around the empty room, perplexed and filled with an
undefinable dread.
"Tommy, I don't think--"
"Shut up, baby," he warned her in a rasping low voice. "Have
you found them, Joe?" he said to his friend.
"Yeah," came the excited reply. "They're on the coffee
table, just where the coach said he'd leave them. And brother,
they're hot stuff all right."
"Show them to little Miss Purity here," Vicki said, a
strange, leering grin twisting her otherwise pretty face. Joe
thrust the packet into Sandy's hands, and she looked first at
them, and then up at Tommy with puzzlement.
"Go on, open it," he hissed at her menacingly.
Sandy opened the packet and slid out the series of color
snapshots with trembling fingers, almost as though she knew what
they were of. But then she saw them--and she was suddenly stunned
immobile! They were all of her, nakedly squirming and twisting
beneath the two boys at Vicki's house!
In horror, she shuffled through them. She was plainly
visible in each of the photographs, her face contorted in passion
as Tommy and Joe seemed to take turns to see who could heap the
greatest indignity upon her helpless, naked young body. They were
turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading for
more of what she was receiving.
Sandy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as she
tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions.
>From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the
bright arc-white lights going off and the strange clicks in the
background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a
Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably
clear that that's what it must have been! And then she remembered
hearing Richard Hink's throbbingly hoarse voice excitedly urging
them on into more lewd, lurid poses! He must have been the one
who had taken them!
She wanted to be sick but vented her despair on the pictures
instead, frenziedly tearing them up until they were only tiny
little pieces, and for a moment she felt a small amount of relief.
"Save your strength, baby," Tommy chuckled lewdly, shattering
her modicum of peace. "Coach Hink has got lots more, safely
hidden away where you can't get at them."
"No!" she gasped. It dawned on her then that the high school
coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this.
Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures
were proof of it. But ... why?
Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of
the bedrooms, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another
groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though
something was being hurt. Sandy sucked in her breath, paling from
the weird sound.
"Fuck back, Alice, baby! Fuck back harder!"
"Ohhhh!" came a responding thin wail.
It was her mother! Stunned, Sandy staggered back against
Tommy for support. "My--my mother's in there with Mr. Hink!"
"Sure sounds that way," the boy commented.
"But--but he's hurting her! We've got to stop him! We've
got to call the police!" she cried out, clutching at the sleeve of
his shirt, pleading hysterically up into his grinning, merciless
face.
Then: "Aahhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"
"I'd say your mother doesn't want any cops right now, baby,"
Tommy said with a sly grin. "Sounds more like she's enjoying
herself."
"But ... she couldn't be do--doing it with Mr. Hink!"
"You can never tell," Joe snickered. "Let's slide up to the
door and have a look-see, just to make sure."
"But--" The lovely girl pressed back, unwilling to step
nearer the tormented, desperately pleading voice of her mother.
"Before you go running to the cops, we better look first.
Time enough to get them later if you still want to." Tom urged her
forward with his steel-taloned grip on her arm, and his cock was
beginning to pulse with the expectant orgy he was thinking was
just ahead.
Sandy took a fevered breath and held onto Tom all the more
tightly as the four of them crept silently down the hall to the
bedroom.
Her whole body tensed as Vicki slowly turned the brass knob
and the door fell open. She peered in--and then the young
teenager sucked in her horrified breath!
It was her mother! She was kneeling nakedly on the bed, her
backside raised high, and Richard Hink was fucking her from
behind! He had her face pinned to the covers, and Sandy could see
from the open doorway that his huge hard penis was insinuated
tightly against the wide-open crevice between the whitely
perspiring buttocks of the struggling woman!
Sandy was frozen with shock. She almost let out a scream,
but it was choked back as Tommy quickly placed his hand over her
mouth. She could only stare uncontrollably and bite down on the
back of his hand to keep from losing consciousness. She started
to shake violently, helplessly unable to regain her composure.
She knew that even if Tommy let her go, she would not be able to
make the slightest move to save her mother, and she watched
thunderstruck, her eyes glued to the brutal, lewd spectacle in
front of her.
Her mother was churning her ravished but more-than-willing
naked body back against the man. The bed was pointed directly at
the door so that she could see Hink's thick hard penis
disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal
he made in her tightly stretched little anus. Sandy could see the
muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a
crazed nymphomaniac to get more of him deeper into her rectum.
His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage
strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving
flesh. He squeezed the large rounded moons together, forcing the
crevice of her ass closer around the thickness of his rigid penis.
Sandy strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of
her mother's pink anal muscle clasping tightly around it, and
below, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the
bloated, sperm-filled sac of testicles which pounded against her
ragged pink cunt like well-oiled pendulums.
She waited for her mother to scream in protest or to fight
back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to-
-but none came!
Instead her legs quivered on either side of Hink's lunging
loins, and she arched her white, hollowing buttocks back against
him, her ass flowered wide open in welcome acceptance. It
swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy forward
surge, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication were
rolling from her lips, mingling with the lewd and horrible
obscenities that were bursting from the man's lust-contorted
mouth. Sandy stood and listened in abject horror to the mewling
cries of her mother as she undulated and bucked against the high
school football coach like a common street slut, grunting and
moaning beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world
had suddenly ended.
"Tommy! For God's sake, make him stop!" Sandy whispered
pleadingly through his hand.
"Please, please, make him stop!"
"Are you crazy?" he hissed excitedly back at her. "Take a
good look at her, will you? She's loving it! Man, is she a fine,
tight piece of ass!"
"Noooo!" she screamed in muffled horror, hearing his wildly
panting words in her ear. "She's my mother! She's my mother!"
"Yeah, and she's earning back your pictures, baby," Tommy
suddenly said with a lewd cynicism. "She's paying the price for
all the fun you had with us today."
"She's--!"
As the full impact of what Tom had told her registered in her
mind, she realized that her mother was at the mercy of a
hopelessly sick degenerate. What terrible things he was
blackmailing her to do for the return of those pictures! My God,
she thought, what could be enough for a man like that? If she
could only turn back the clock of time; if there was only
someplace she could run to and escape! But there was no way out
and no way of turning back--she had created this horrible
situation by her moment of weakness, and it wasn't fair that her
mother was the one having to submit to this crazed man's sexual
depravities.
And she knew as she stared around in wide-eyed hopeless
terror at the carnally incited faces of the other three teenagers,
that she still had her own price to pay ...
Before her thoughts could go any further, she was wrenched
back to the sight of the bed by a soul-wrenching moan from her
mother. The demented blackmailer was going wild now with passion
and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her
body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with
ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her
naked and open body down hard into the covering of the bed until
Sandy thought he would drive her face completely through it. His
hands pinched and pulled at her hotly writhing buttocks as she
twisted and squirmed in front of him. His face above her was
contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his cock battered
into her machine-gun-like, expanding and growing to ever
horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing
young daughter. Sandy held her breath and gasped as she watched
the tiny folds of pink flesh of the tiny squirming anus
withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal
thrust of the rigid column of pistoning, glistening flesh. And
then her heart seemed to stop as she heard a low, animal-like
groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping
Richard Hink, and his long thick pole of flesh skewering madly
into her helpless mother began throbbing out its hot lewd liquid
deep inside her quivering rectum.
She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as
deep inside the moaning and pleading woman as it could go to hose
its obscene sperm deep, deep up inside her backsides. She could
see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up emotions bubbling up
and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the
wide-splayed thighs and legs.
Her buttocks jerked back in the air on either side of his
bucking loins, and then she fell limply to the bed, Hank
crushingly falling on top of her. It was over, and there was no
more reason for Sandy to try and stop them. It had been done and
nothing could take it back. Her exhausted mother lay collapsed
while he soaked his slowly deflating penis in the liquid depths of
her unresisting rectum that he had filled completely with his
heated male semen a moment before. Even after he rolled from her,
she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw, pink crevice between
her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding
her in the dim light of the room. It was as if she was dead.
There was a groan from Alice.
The naked ivory body moved and seemed to come back to life.
She raised up from the bed slightly and turned to look around--and
then her mouth contorted with horror, and tears suddenly streamed
down her face in utter disbelief. She tried to speak but could
only manage a piteous mewl.
"Sandy!"
Alice stared at her daughter, her eyes traveling over her
rumpled jersey and stained mini-skirt.
"Mo ... Mo ..." It was all Sandy was able to gasp in a
stumbling unintelligibility, her jaw working up and down
soundlessly as she locked her tear-streaked, puffed eyes on her
mother's tormented face and abused body.
Alice, bitterly grieving at this shattering confrontation,
somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat,
"Oh, my darling! Wh--what are you doing here?"
It snapped then, all the misery and torment inside the
mercilessly broken little girl's mind. Hysterically, she turned
and struggled in Tommy Edgar's grip, biting the boy's hand as hard
as she could. His howl of pain was only dim in her ears as her
brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run ... run ...
Joe clutched at her, but she twisted from his lunge and raced down
the hall, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to
burst from her fear and exertion.
"Don't let her get away!" she heard the naked Richard Hink
yell behind her, and then she was at the door, charging out into
the merciful darkness of early night. It was a wild flight, her
mind unable to take one more instant of the horribly lewd scene
she'd witnessed without sending her incurably insane, and
irrationally, her only thought was to run home ... home and
sanctuary ... Her breath came in short gasps and her legs felt as
of rubber as she crossed the short lawn between the houses, not
even pausing as one of her shoes fell off and caused her to
stumble.
"Goddamn, she's a fast little bitch," Tommy panted at the
open front door. He stood there, Joe and Vicki gathered around
him, watching as she dashed away from them.
Richard Hink was in the hallway, naked and with his hands on
his broad, muscular hips. "For Christ's sakes," he bellowed
angrily. "Couldn't the three of you catch her? What do you
expect me to do? Run out there like this, my cock and balls
flapping in the breeze?"
"She caught us off-guard, Coach," Tommy said, turning to him.
"Don't get in a sweat, though. She's just dogging for her own
house."
"We--eellll," Hink said, a small thin smile of greed twisting
his lips. "That's different."
"What are we going to do?" Vicki asked.
Hink rubbed his hands together. "Why, move the party over
there, that's all. A slight change of location shouldn't change
matters much, and that marijuana hasn't worn off completely yet.
When she calms down a bit, it'll start working on her just as hot
as before, believe me."
"Yeah, yeah," Joe Arrow agreed, nodding his head eagerly.
"So let's get her mother ready for traveling, boys. The
night's just begun!" Chuckling with lewd anticipation, Hink walked
back into the bedroom to where Alice Murphy still cowered
dejectedly on the bed.
Chapter 6
Alice Murphy was ushered across to her house a few minutes
later, wearing nothing except her beige dress. Her bra and
panties were still lying in a useless pile on the floor of Richard
Hink's bedroom, and Hink himself was only wearing his satin
scarlet lounging jacket to hide his naked body from any curious
neighbors who might see the five of them. The minute she was in
her own house, she cried out for her daughter and was relieved to
hear a small, weak voice answer plaintively from the girl's
bedroom. She rushed to her, finding Sandy curled on the bed with
her feet drawn up under her buttocks in a defensive huddle.
"Oh, my baby ..." Alice crooned and tenderly cradled her
abused young child in her arms. She looked up with tear-streaked
eyes as Hink and the three sexually excited teenagers, their eyes
gleaming expectantly, crowded into the small room then down into
Sandy's drug-dazed eyes again and realized that the tremendous
pressures the girl had gone through had dulled her immature mind
beyond comprehending.
Perhaps it was better this way, she thought.
Perhaps if she wasn't able to comprehend what was going on
with the full, shattering clarity of consciousness, she could be
saved from the loathing and disgust which gripped at Alice's own
pain-wracked soul, and her barely formed young life might still
have a chance for a normal, happy future.
Hink laughed out loud at the tender sight of the mother
comforting her daughter, the evil light in his lustful eyes
growing larger as he gazed carnally down at them.
"Why, Richard?" Alice asked in a pleading, choking voice.
"Why did you have to have her see us doing it together? I was
willing to do what you wanted."
"It's all part of the plan, my dear," he said cruelly.
"Everything before now has been a lead-up to now. You see, she's
part of the price of the pictures, too."
She gasped in horror, unable to believe that even this
bestial pervert could be so inhumanly cruel. "No! You don't mean
it!"
"But I do!" he taunted. "I've been seeing the two of you
sashay so prim and proper around here all summer, and I've
thirsted too damned long to get into your pants. I've been
looking forward to a chance like this since the first time you and
her came out in the yard in those tight-assed little bikinis of
yours."
"I'll do anything you ask!" she cried out in a final
desperate appeal to save her daughter. "Anything! But leave
Sandy out of this! She's only a child!"
"Some child," he sneered. "Who the hell posed for the
pictures, anyway? She did, that's who! Besides," he added with a
lewd chuckle, "I haven't fucked her hot little cunt yet!"
"No ... No ..."
"But yes, my sweet. Both of you are going to fulfill all the
promised delights of your lovely firm bodies. You and her are
going to be fucked every way any of us in here ever wanted or
dreamed of doing to a female, and you'll damned well learn to like
it. Unless you want those pictures of her sold!"
In spite of her admonition to be brave, Alice couldn't help
herself from moaning with heart-rending sobs. Tears burst from
her dejected eyes, and she cried into her hands with long, weeping
sobs. "Oh, God help us," she blubbered.
"Take your dress off again, my dear," he ordered gleefully.
"I want you bare-ass naked again."
"Oooohhhh!" whimpered Alice, but it was her only defiant
gesture. With fingers so distraught that they couldn't unzip her
dress without intense frustrating effort, the now nearly mindless
young widow gritted her teeth, reaffirming her decision that it
was better to suffer his cruel indignities than for Sandy to
suffer the rest of her natural-born life. She stood next to the
bed, swaying nakedly as her dress dropped down around her bare
feet, her eyes clenched tightly shut so she wouldn't have to see
the immense, hard and glistening penis again or the young
teenagers' hungry leers at her vibrant, shivering flesh.
"Now," the blackmailing high school coach breathed hotly and
passionately. "Now, your daughter. Let's all see that tender
sweet little cunt of hers that's been gang-fucked by the boys
here. Hurry up!" he bellowed frantically. "If she can't take her
clothes off herself then you do it for her! And if you won't,
then by God, I'll rip them off myself!"
And like a robot hearing a master's command, Alice reached
out for Sandy's softly trembling body on the bed, the miniature
twin of her own rich curves of deliciously white breasts and
thighs. But her daughter suddenly moved and spoke in a quiet,
almost dreamy voice.
"It's ... It's all right, Mother," she said, sitting up. "I
can undress myself." She started folding her hands over her taut,
fully ripened young breasts, grasping with unsteady fingers the
hem of her jumper, preparatory to pulling it over her blonde-
haired head.
"Sandy ..." moaned the nerve-shattered woman beside her.
"Oh, my darling Sandy ..."
"It's my fault this is happening," the girl replied, her
voice cracking slightly as she spoke and looked dully at the
expectantly leering coach. "I ... I'm willing to face whatever
this--this beast wants." She had her jersey off now and was
unbuttoning her miniskirt with unsteady but determined pale little
fingers. As she stood on her knees, worming the skirt over her
full, rounded thighs and exposing her white, moistly thin panties,
she added, "If you were able to go through with it for my sake,
then I can do my part."
"This is horrible, horrible ..." Alice moaned, her heart
wrenching for her daughter's broken innocence.
"They're pictures of me, Mother," Sandy said, her lips
quivering with remorse and shame, and she unclasped her brassiere,
shedding the twin cups to allow her white, globular breasts with
their jutting pink nipples to break free of bondage and stand in
defiant, uplifting proudness to the lusting gaze of the three men
and the other girl. "I let Tommy and Joe fuck me over and over
today, one at a time and then together ... and worse, I liked it."
"Of course you did, my child," their excitedly watching
neighbor said, gasping at the salacious sight of her firm young
body with its lithe, incitingly curved legs and thighs. "You
loved it ... and you will again!"
Through hazed eyes, Alice watched miserably as her only
offspring slowly rolled her already sperm-drenched panties down
over her round-mooned young buttocks and thighs until the sparse,
blonde-fleeced young triangle of her still-moist vagina was
visible. Then when Hink commanded that she get back on the bed
and lie down beside her daughter, she was able to behold all of
Sandy's beautifully curved body closely, and she saw that it was
truly as proudly developed as her own. She realized in a blinding
flash of respect and tenderness that her baby daughter was no
longer a child but a physically complete woman--one who, by her
own tormented confession, had just a short time ago been fucked by
two boys at the same time and loved it. And Alice trembled again
at the tragic way Sandy was being introduced to the carnal world
of physical sex.
The depraved Richard Hink stood naked with his pulsating cock
pointing straight at them. He fingered the bloated, sperm-heavy
sac of his testicles and snapped out, "All right, you hot-assed
bitches! It's going to be mother-daughter time for awhile! Start
fingering yourself, Sandy, then finger-fuck your mother!"
"Sandy ... my darling ..." her mother moaned, shrinking from
the lewdness of the demand. She was being forced to become a
lesbian! And worse--incestuously with her own daughter! Oh God!
Could anything be more terrible?
"It's all right, Mother ..." the girl responded with a mewl
of undisguised misery. She placed one tiny quaking hand on her
quivering white leg as if for comfort. "Just keep telling
yourself we have to do it to each other ..."
The lovely naked teenager moaned softly and parted her
thighs, rotating the whiteness of her firm young buttocks deep
down into the mattress while her left hand moved up and down with
soft, tantalizing strokes, encircling the satin pubic curls and
moistly swollen flesh of her vaginal lips. She swallowed hard,
her stomach a thousand butterflies, for there was a strange,
perverted attraction in knowing that she was putting on a lewd sex
show for her mother, and the wicked perverts grouped breathlessly
around the sides of her own bed. She undulated her slender hips
around sexily and teased at her throbbing cuntal slit, drawn by
the helplessness of her plight ... and slowly, effervescently, the
marijuana began its insidious effects upon her tormented mind
again ...
"Ohhhh," she moaned, revolving her fingers faster and harder
in the slightly moistened furrow of her thin, hair-fringed young
pussy, bending her knees outward to allow her hand greater access
as she massaged her cuntal slit with increasingly perverted
excitement. Dear God! She had to fight what was happening to
her! She mustn't become as she had been before, a quivering mass
of helpless female flesh, begging for cock like a she-bitch in
heat! But with each further touch of her lewdly tickling fingers,
she realized that her own hips, totally against her will, were
starting to grind with excitement and that her breasts and vagina
were beginning to twitch hungrily; her flesh was involuntarily hot
and growing hotter with the electric sensations in uncontrollable
reaction ...
Alice shuddered, her eyes glazed as she stared at the lewd
self-fingering of her sixteen year old daughter's cunt, and she
heard the hot, increasingly labored breathings as Sandy twisted
her nakedness down against the mattress in a vain effort to quench
the fire that was once more unmercifully heating her tender young
loins. She groaned as she heard the lust-excited entreaties of
the crowding three teenagers and their cruel adult leader around
the bed, and she forced her eyes to stay on her daughter so she
wouldn't be able to see the youths as they were stripping their
clothes off in hurried anticipation and stand naked and shaking
with prurient desire as Richard Hink was.
And then--then Sandy's hand was cupping the soft, blonde
pubic curls between her mother's legs. The girl stroked her inner
thigh and then tickled soothingly the fleshy lips of her exposed
thin cuntal slit--and Alice couldn't help but respond by gasping
with tiny, nervously rising little spasms. She desperately willed
her mind from the binding forces of her basically sexual nature
and the desires Hink had unlocked within her with his cruel rape
of her anus--but she found it almost impossible to lie still under
the increasingly tantalizing sensations that were crawling through
her flesh up from her rippling belly to swell and harden her full,
round breasts.
"Christ! They ... They're really turning on!" Joe gasped.
"Yeah," breathed Tom erotically. "Just look at their cunt
juices flowing and the way their pussy lips are swelling!"
Alice's face grew crimson red, hating every moment that she
had to admit the truth of what they were saying. She was feeling
the slow, ever-building tendrils of ecstasy growing in her flesh,
and she shivered violently as her body traitorously increased its
writhing undulations on the mattress. She turned to face her
daughter who had turned her own head so she could cradle it in the
warm protection of her mother's shoulder, and she tasted the soft,
tender skin of the young cheek pressed next to her, unwantingly
thrilling her tormented genitals and inner womb.
"Oh, Mother ... Mother, I love you ..." Sandy mewled, and she
pressed her fingers deeper into the softly yielding mouths of
their two openly wet pussies. She parted her lips in a questing
breast kiss to show she did love her for the sacrifice she was
making ... and her wetly ovalled mouth moved across one firmly
molded sphere almost unconsciously and sucked at the rippled bud
of a hardening nipple, bringing it deep into her salivating mouth.
Her tender young lips sucked it rhythmically as if seeking the
milk it had once given her as a baby, and Alice's whole breast
throbbed in accepting response.
Alice moaned helplessly, squirming in growing delight. She
let the lewd sensations roll unimpeded through her writhing belly
and loins, her breasts throbbing with uncontrolled arousal as her
child curled her tongue around the inflamed nipple and nipped her
tiny sharp teeth at the aching fleshy surface. The slender
fingers sliding in the wetly dilating hole of her cunt were almost
too much to bear, and she gasped and whimpered from the
intensifying stabs of pleasure which were billowing through the
nakedly tender flesh of her thighs as Sandy continued to rub
teasingly up and down the widening crevice in between them.
"No ... oh, darling, you mustn't do this to me ..." she
groaned, and she pressed her daughter's mouth gently from her
breast in an effort to reduce some of the wildly stimulating
feelings that were making her body beg for more of her warmly
teasing nibbles.
But as she held her daughter's beautifully flushed face in
her hands, the sheer lewdness of their position swept over her,
and she couldn't control herself as she leaned forward and kissed
Sandy full on the lips still wet from her saliva-building
suckings. She felt a surge of affection and love, and when Sandy
opened her mouth in a deep, mewling sigh, she darted her tongue
inside the warm wet cavern that was so hotly fused to her open
mouth.
Sandy slid on top of her, her eagerly searching fingers still
rotating in small, erotic circles up inside their two greedily
pulsating cunts. A sudden surge of abandoned response urged her
on against her will, and she passionately savored the delicious
taste of her mother's kiss as she might from a lover, only
partially conscious of the rising tide of warm excitement that the
french kisses were causing her. The wild surrender to her drugged
physical senses made her head spin, and her fevered blood raced
through her trembling flesh with delightfully licking flames that
burned all the way through her cunt, breasts and mouth. Her body
twitched and rippled helplessly as she slowly lowered her
resistance in lurid surrender to her lewdly rising desires.
"Now, move around, my little dove," their achingly aroused
neighbor commanded. His breath was coming in short, quick puffs
as he panted with his excitement. "Move around and start sucking
your mother's cunt!"
"No!" Alice moaned, moving her head back and forth in abject
horror. "No ... don't listen to him! Don't do such a horrible
thing to me!"
But even as she cried out her objections at the sordidness of
his cruel demand, her naked body was once more spasming under long
fevered kisses as Sandy moved lower against her, sucking and
licking her breasts again. Dreamily, she raised one arm and
wrapped it around the slim, unclothed back hunched over her,
causing a low moan of ecstasy to escape Sandy's throat as she
licked hungrily, and her fingers slid with an ever increasing
rhythm up and down in the soft blonde hair of her mother's vaginal
slit. Then the bed sagged again, and the long young body of the
little girl stretched out upside down beside Alice. And worse--
she had moved in such a position as to have her face near the
hotly trembling pussy--and in turn, her own throbbing young cunt
was offered at face level to the tortured eyes of the hopelessly
entrapped widow.
No ... No, not with my own daughter ... Please, oh God, save
us from this ...
But even as she agonizedly tried to restrain her child, Sandy
was once more planting hot, wet, feather-soft kisses all along her
burning flesh, down around her trembling belly and quivering upper
thighs. Her passion-swelled vagina was tingling with a roaring
heat now, expanding in wet, warm welcome from the caresses of
fingers and mouth and tongue. Her mind whirled as Sandy spread
her lower body with her tiny hands eagerly, but she pulled
together enough strength to resist the invasion of her loins by
clenching her thighs tightly together. She'd never allowed her
cunt to be kissed before, even when her husband had suggested the
unthinkable perversion a few times! The whole sordid idea of
mouths to genitals had sickened her before, but now--now it was
her own child who was being cruelly forced to submit to the
degrading act.
"Open your legs, my dear Alice," Hink snapped impatiently,
his voice husky and his eyes gleaming lustily, "or do I have to
pry them apart for you?"
Without further hesitation she did as she'd been commanded, a
slave to his every whim now, her mind broken by so much that had
gone before that there was little left to halt this final
degrading assault. Sandy touched the sensitive pink flesh with
her fingertips, and now her eyes were almost level with the blonde
pubic triangle of soft, moistly tinged curls and the trembling
pink flesh of cuntal lips. She gazed at the feminine splendor and
heard her mother moan and raise her upper leg, bending it so that
the full, exposed nakedness of heir cuntal crevice was glistening
nakedly before her face.
Sandy had never thought of another woman's vagina as lovely
before ... but as the delightful fires of her lewdly abandoned
fingerings seared through her flesh, the lascivious sight before
her face seemed to take on the qualities of exquisite beauty. She
tentatively brushed the fingers of her free hand over the softly
giving curls of honeyed pubic hair while her other fingers
continued to work wetly in and out of the open little vaginal
mouth beneath them. She could see that her manipulations were
making her mother tremble and moan with increasingly hungry
desire. Droplets of lubricating fluid moistened the coral edges
of her slightly spread pussy lips and glistened on her hands ...
and then she lowered her head and kissed the hotly flushed skin
just above the thinly haired vaginal slit which was palpitating
and throbbing against her hands. Alice cried out with a sudden,
body jerking shock, and her hungrily licking daughter was spurred
on, snaking her tongue out and contacting the now fully exposed
little bud of her clitoris. She spread her agonized mother's
thighs wider, using her thumbs and forefingers as Tom had done
with her, and then she licked a wet, molten path all the way along
the fleecy flesh, letting all thoughts of right or wrong,
depravity or passion pass in one sudden sweep of ecstasy. And
delightedly she burrowed her head closer, licking and kissing and
sucking as if gone mad with the taste of sexual ambrosia.
Alice couldn't stop her body from involuntarily responding,
spreading her legs and allowing Sandy further access to her wildly
undulating vagina. She, in turn, found that she was clutching her
daughter's smoothly tanned young buttocks with almost spastic
strength, letting her face tangle in the golden wisps of her pubic
curls. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through her, but all
were being quickly over-ridden by the inundation of passion and
sensuality that were flooding through her every pore. Her body
was betraying her again ... and in a far, far worse way than
before, and she couldn't do anything about it! Oh God! She had
the sudden burst of desire to kiss and lick up between her
daughter's legs as Sandy was kissing and licking her ... The
smoothly firm young skin felt so good to her touch ... She let her
hands play up and down, circling the lithe, gently pulsing thighs
and clenching buttocks ... but she lacked the nerve yet to slip
her tongue into the throbbing crest of pubic curls and flesh
between the moistly exposed thighs ... She just couldn't!
And then she was, her lips and tongue sliding into the cleft
of the teenager's softly waiting cunt. Her head oscillated
slavishly as she surrendered herself to the pleasures she had
heretofore considered so evil and perverted. She could smell the
beautiful bouquet of the fresh female aroma coming from Sandy's
heated loins, and her own pussy ached with the twin devils of her
child's mouthings and its own lewd response.
"Ooohhhhh, Mother!" cried Sandy in a muffled voice from
below. "Mother! Mother! Don't stop, Ohhhhh, it's wonderful when
you lick me like that!"
Alice sucked hungrily, teasing the tiny, hotly pulsating
little clitoris as Sandy was doing to her own, and she was
salivating as never before as she kissed and sucked wildly at the
pinkly trembling young pussy flesh. And all the while Sandy was
busy with the fleshy confines of her own warm, wetly responding
vagina. Her insides were threatening to explode, and she thrust
her tongue harder and deeper, every fiber of her body singing like
taut wires in a wind ...
The walls of Sandy's eagerly dilating pussy grasped at the
abandonedly licking tongue, and her clitoris quivered from the
driving lips and teeth. The muscles of her abdomen writhed with
the torture of her unleashed passions, and she choked and moaned
as she strove to bring her mother to the same completion she was
nearing. Her body was shuddering and she jerked her writhing
naked loins harder against the face that was driving her insane
with its warmly curling burrowing as great floods of lubrication
juices poured forth from her hotly pulsating vaginal mouth.
"Jesus!" the watching girl, Vicki, exclaimed in salacious
delight. "Jesus, look at them go! They're going to cum any
second now!"
"Yeah ... yeah, they're going to cum around each other's
tongues!" Tony agreed, fingering his rock-hard penis lightly with
his hands, his strokes matching the rhythm of the mother and
daughter's hotly licking tongues on the bed before him.
"We can't let them," Richard Hink said excitedly. "Not yet,
not until we fuck them both ourselves." His eyes flashed like
perverted beacons of lust. "Come on, gang! It's time to join
in!"
"Sure ..." panted the lusting Joe Arrow. "Anything you say,
Coach!" He crawled on the bed. Hink was right behind him, and as
if staking out his territory before the boys took it, he began to
softly fondle the rounded, undulating buttocks of the young
teenage daughter. He stared lewdly down at the smoothly curved
little form and wheezed, "You two fuck the mother if you want.
Me, I want a piece of this little sweet cunt here!"
Alice felt the bed sag as the young boy, Tommy Edgars,
crawled over to her. She automatically cringed, though she knew
deep in her soul that there was nothing more to fear ... They had
already forced her and Sandy to the lowest forms of depravity
imaginable, and she had been turned into a smoldering mass of
sexually aroused flesh because of it. She had been turned into as
much of an animal as they!
She felt her body shiver as the boy who was young enough to
be her son moved his hands down over her soft round buttocks,
pushing her away from the lovely moist tongue of her daughter that
had been snaking into her. She could hear Tom breathing heavily,
and when he nudged her hips she rolled onto her back without
resistance, excited by the carnal expression of lust that
contorted his young, handsome face. "Ahhhh," she murmured as his
hands ran in long, slow caresses over her naked, trembling
breasts, and her body strained against his hands as he coursed his
fingers over her. He rubbed over her buttocks in small tiny
circles, gently pressing apart her thighs so that he could see
fullness of her soft fleshy vaginal slit which was swollen and wet
from her excitement and her daughter's saliva.
He continued to kneel over her, knowing that everybody else
was breathlessly watching the two of them, and a shiver of warm
rippling sensation ran up the nerves of his naked back, his cock
throbbing hard with his young urgency. He moved again, placing
his knees on either side of the beautiful older woman's neck, his
massive young balls laying gently against her moistened chin, his
long thick cock directly over her face, presenting her the lewd
view of the pulsating, sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. He
knew that her mind was still fighting the dictates of her hotly
aroused body, and he did not want to rape-fuck her in the mouth.
He wanted her insane with passion when he finally got between her
legs and fucked her. He wanted the lusciously seductive mother of
his girl friend totally, unconditionally his, to do with as he
wanted wherever and whenever he desired.
He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and
lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up toward him so that
her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the
palpitating head of his penis. He pushed forward slightly, his
ass-cheeks rolling on the cushion of her naked breasts behind
until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly
open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft, wetly lipsticked
surfaces brush tantalizingly against the sensitive skin of the
head.
Alice suddenly seemed to realize what he was attempting, and
her eyes cleared of the fogged daze of her tormenting thoughts.
She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Wh--what are you
doing to me?" she moaned plaintively, the fevered touch of his
virile young cock against her mouth sending wild electric shocks
racing along her spine. He gloated gleefully, surveyed her
trembling expression with excitement.
"Suck my cock," he hissed demandingly down at the beautiful
face of his girl friend's mother. "Suck my cock and suck it
good!"
She resisted for a moment, frightened by the sudden sight of
the long, fleshy pole. But her meager protest was cut short as he
rammed the heavy, blood-filled tip of the thick shaft of flesh
forward, crushing through her soft, moist lips into the wet saliva
of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of its head
sliding the full length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her
concentration on the ugly abhorrence of the act she was being
forced to submit to.
Gloating above her tightly hand-held head, he began to
undulate his pelvis, sliding the long hardened cock in and out of
her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head
a half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her hollowing
cheeks. Alice closed her eyes tightly to block out the horrible
sight of the curly pubic hairs growing at the thick base of his
cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted face. Saliva
filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks wide as he shoved
forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping his hands
cruelly tight around her head so she could not squirm free of his
choking embrace.
Tommy Edgars looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-
glistening face of the helplessly trapped mother skewered lewdly
on the cock in her mouth. He timed the thrusts of his hands to
match those of his expanding cock, levering with all his strength,
trying to force every last portion of his pumping shaft deeper
between her wide-stretched lips. He held her head tighter as she
coughed and sputtered below, the tip brushing her tonsils on the
instroke, watching at her tender lips clasped tighter and tighter
around it and her mouth slowly ovalled in accustoming acceptance
to the fleshy invasion.
Alice Murphy began to suck to please, running her tongue
wetly around and around the slippery lubricated head and flicking
the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland. She
could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and
would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of virile
young male sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a
never-ending stream of heated white lava.
Her wretchedly enslaved mind droned on senselessly, the very
helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic
sensations that were again rising erotically in her belly. The
very debasing ravishment of her helplessly ovalled mouth was
bringing tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her
shattered nerves, and she groaned around the ever-thrusting cock
in her throat as waves of delicious sensations swept through her
seethingly alive flesh, flooding her mind with its electrifying
pleasures and inundating her weakening resistance with growing
desire. She could feel the involuntary secretions seeping from
her softly pulsing vaginal lips, flowing out around the tender
pink skin and matting her golden pubic fleece then warmly trickle
down the insides of her quivering thighs and the tightly clenched
crevice of her buttocks to dampen the bed cover below.
Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped his cock in a close
elastic ring. The youth could feel them with pained intensity
moving down his penis and taking as much of him as she could in
her mouth and surrounding it with the hot moist warmth of her
saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his
hands on either side of her hollowing checks and pressed inward
harder.
She began to suck him with moist, nibbling pressure and her
tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a
thousand times before, and all the hunger that was burning out of
control deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust
of sensation in her mouth. Above her flailing head, her
daughter's boyfriend groaned incoherently, wanting her to flex her
throat wider and swallow his hardened young cock deeper so that
she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will,
that he had dominated her, a beautiful woman old enough to be his
mother, as much as she would have been by the older man, Coach
Hink.
He flexed his loins in and out at the nearly perfectly
rounded hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on
her full, flaccidly breasts as though he was attempting to crush
them down into her chest. He watched wild-eyed from above as his
thick, glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it
was another hungry, hairless, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of
himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsating and throbbing between
her lips and into the moist cavity of her warm, saliva-filled
mouth. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction he
was having upon her.
It was electrifying!
Her eyes were open but gazed unseeing up to the ceiling, a
thin, smoky veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her
hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking
out and then drawing up again as though searching for some
invisible lover to wrap them around and pull up inside of her.
She was completely out of control now, unable to quell the fire
that was raging furiously in her long neglected vagina.
His loins were growing hot, and he was sweating between his
legs, and still she sucked, keeping his cock in her mouth, burying
her face in his loins until he knew that if he didn't withdraw, he
would cum. The pressure building in his testicles slapping
against her chin as she worked in her unconsciousness and passion
was excruciating and unbearable, and he still had to fuck her!
He slipped his cock from the warm, moist confines of her
mouth with a groan of agony, feeling her as she continued to
nibble for a moment longer, swirling her tongue eagerly around and
around its heavy, blood-rigid length. Then he lifted his buttocks
up off her tightly squashed breasts and moved sensuously down the
length of her now hotly pulsing body knowing she was as ready as
he was. He could feel the wet opening of her hungry pink cunt
pulsing in its fleshy desperation, and then in a last cruel stroke
of malice, he shattered still more of her pride by demanding,
"Reach down and put my cock in your pussy, Mrs. Murphy."
He held his breath as he felt her hand tunneling down between
their bodies, her warm fingers closing without hesitation over his
glistening hard shaft. He could feel the soft blonde pubic hairs
grazing gently against the sensitive head as she gently pressed
its moistly throbbing tip into the fleshy wet folds of her
anticipating vagina. The hot smoothness was delightful, and then,
unable to contain himself a moment longer--he surged forward.
There was not the slightest resistance, and he could feel the
rippling wet walls of her waiting cunt clamp around his penis so
moistly and firmly that it almost made him cum immediately.
"Ohhhhh ... Oh God, Oh God, yessss!" Alice sighed as if in
anguish, feeling her entire insides flowering open in welcome
reception. She groaned and murmured incoherently as he began to
fuck into her viciously, gritting her teeth with desire, her face
contorted with ecstasy. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck,
pulling his muscular young torso into the softness of her breasts
and loins, her whole body caught up in the unchecked animal desire
that had taken hold of her mind as if in throes of an insane fit.
There was nothing in her left to halt her maddening race for
fulfillment now, and her daughter's boyfriend fucked into her
where no man had been since Robert had left her ...
God, what a fool she'd been! What delight this was! She
should never have waited so long to taste the overwhelming
passions a virilely fucking male cock could bring! "Yes ... Fuck,
fuck, fuck me ..." she chanted lewdly to the room full of naked,
excited voyeurs.
The boy fucked her from the tips of his toes, and he could
feel the smooth raw flesh of her long neglected pussy clasping
around his thundering cock like a heartbeat. Ecstatic groans came
to his lips, and his lewd noises were blended with the sobbing
cries which bubbled from her throat. He slithered his strong,
sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and
cupped them tightly, raising their firmly grinding roundness up
off the bed so he could have greater access to her hungry, openly
pleading cunt.
Sandy's schoolmate, Vicki, watched with openly burning desire
glaring from her lust-filmed eyes, hearing the wet smacking sounds
and the fevered panting moans of pleasure. She was unable to
control herself a moment longer! She had to join in the cruel
ravishment of the other two naked females! Feverishly she crawled
on the bed, her full nude breasts with their excitedly hardened
nipples and slightly lighter areolas dancing beneath her like lush
fruit on the vine. Her finely molded young ass-cheeks quivered
with erotic excitement. Her skin had an iridescent sheen to it
from her sweat producing desires, and her wide, full lips were
open, her panting breath throbbing with her sensual needs.
She swung up and placed herself over her girlfriend, Sandy's,
mother's passionately gasping face, her buttocks and inner thighs
hovering directly astraddle her and kneeling brazenly with the
pink, moist opening of her dark-haired cunt parted invitingly by
her fingers, she eased herself closer to Tommy Edgars' heavily
sweating young face until the palpitating flesh of her exposed
teenage pussy was within inches of his glistening moist lips, the
crevice of her buttocks directly over Alice's mouth. Then, she
cupped her full, firm breasts in her hands and leaned back,
arching her body in a lewd, crazed invitation.
"Eat me," she cried to him. "Ohhhh, Tom, eat my cunt and
make me cum, too!"
Obediently he dropped his face forward and began to suck the
wet, hair-fringed vagina so openly offered up to him. Her excited
secretions swept out to moisten his cheeks as his long hard cock
continued to surge like a battering ram into the voraciously
flowering cunt below him.
Whining in ecstasy, her eyes wide and catching the lewd sight
of the strange teenage girl's cunt being licked inches from her
face, Alice threw her buttocks still higher up off the bed,
wanting still more of the wonderfully assaulting cock that was
quenching the fire in her maddeningly burning vagina. Unable to
control herself, she lifted her head and nuzzled the soft, sweet-
smelling flesh of the girl's widely spread anal crevice, joining
Tommy's own liquid embraces by running her pink, licking tongue
around the quivering ass-cheeks and the wetly pink cheeks. She
teased the girl's tightly clenched little anus, delighted in her
abandonment of her body to such lewd, carnal desires then buried
her nose deeper between the tender, whitely rotating moons,
gasping as if she was close to death. She was nearing her orgasm
again and was uncontrollable in the delicious sensations spiraling
through her throbbing cunt and up to her hotly aching breasts and
nipples.
"Fuck ... Fuck me, fuck me ... Ohhhhhh God! Fuck meeeee ..."
she mewled in the muffled confines of the lovely young teenager's
softly yielding buttock cheeks.
"Christ Almighty!" Joe blurted as he stared wildly at the
three of them. "Shit! Vicki's being licked by both of them!"
"Now that her mother is going hot and strong, I think it's
time for little Sandy," Richard Hink said.
He turned to the girl, breathing down at her, a cruel,
unyielding light in his eyes. He had been running his fingers up
the tightly closed slit of her young cunt while they'd been
watching her mother get fucked, parting the soft blonde vaginal
hairs and feeling the smooth, moist, pink flesh beneath jerking
against his probing contact. Now, moving over her, he dug
slightly deeper into her throbbing little vaginal opening, feeling
her shiver from the sudden sensation.
Sandy could feel her stomach and thighs hot and moist from
his fingerings and the excitement of the lewd spectacle of her own
beautiful mother being fucked before her. Watching her mother
being cruelly driven into crazed surrender by her, Sandy's, own
boyfriend and Joe Arrow's nymphomaniac girl friend was
masochistically exciting to her. God, how it was exciting to her,
almost as sensuously arousing as when she and Mother had been
sucking each other's cunts. She could feel the inside walls of
her naked pussy seeping with fleshy hunger, her eyes glued to the
giant young cock that was sinking to its hilt time and time again
into the ovally stretched mouth between her mother's widely spread
legs, and the intense desire to submit willingly to the two naked
males inside her built into a frenzied, intense desire.
But even though the hotly burning passions were coursing
relentlessly through her blood, she could sense the basic shame
and horror which was behind everything that was happening. Tears
of anguish and fear rolled down her cheeks as she heard Coach
Hink's brutal words, piteously crying at the thought of being
forced as her mother was, to lie naked beneath vile, bestial man
and accept their crude caresses without resistance.
She lay without struggling, just small gasps of torment and
humiliation coursing from her mouth. Her buttocks quivered as
Vicki's boyfriend Joe joined Richard Hink in rummaging his hands
over her breasts and her defenselessly exposed vaginal crevice.
Hink had drawn one of her legs up over his naked hips on one side,
and Joe Arrow had drawn the other over his so that she was forced
to lie with her knees up in the air and her thighs wide apart, her
helpless young cunt spread completely open to them. Hink was
working at her vaginal hole now, slowly and expertly insinuating
his fingers, smoothing them around inside, and the boy had his
hand up under her slim buttocks, drawing them up tight against the
hand in her cunt. She gasped and bit down on her lower lip,
unable to escape and hopelessly impaled between the two.
"She's wet, all right," Joe grinned at Hink who had dropped
his head to her nipples and was beginning to bring small mewls of
half pleading, half delight from her clenched lips.
"Should be, after her mother almost sucked her to orgasm,"
Hink said, raising his head.
"You want to fuck her first, Coach?" the boy asked, breathing
heavily. "She's wide enough now even for you."
"No, we'll go both at once," the triumphantly smiling teacher
said, a strange sadistic tone in his voice.
"How?"
"You in back, me in front."
"Jesus, I'd like to fuck her in the ass, like you did to her
mother--but we'd hurt her."
"No, we won't," Hink grinned as he continued his rummaging of
the poor groaning girl's cunt, stretching it wider and wider with
each further circling of his fingers. "Anyway, who'll complain?"
Alice couldn't believe her ears. Even through the intensely
burning passion that was coursing through her own body from
Tommy's cock skewering into her, the impact of the words came
through to her. God, they were going to sodomize her daughter and
fuck her in the vagina at the same time! Sandy was too far gone
in her shame and arousal to resist anything they tried now, and
Alice was certain she wouldn't stop them from doing it with the
constant threat of the pictures hanging over her head. The
obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravishment about to take
place a few inches from her face caused her to groan in guilty
excitement and grind her own buttocks harder up against Tommy's
undulating loins and sink her mouth yet tighter to the girl
Vicki's young steaming cunt.
Hink suddenly withdrew his fingers from Sandy's widely
expanded young cunt and rose over her eagerly. "Turn her over,"
he commanded his youthful partner, and obediently, the husky Joe
grabbed both the sobbing girl's ankles, pressured out harshly and
pulled her thighs wide apart.
Sandy jerked and tried to rise. "No ... no, please don't!
Not both of you at the same time! Noooo!" She struggled for a
moment; then Joe pushed his hand down hard into the small of her
back, pressing her tight against the covers. Her body lay still,
shaking slightly from the helpless pleadings mewling unheard from
her tortured throat.
Alice moaned involuntarily from between Vicki's openly
splayed thighs at the lewd scene as Hink dropped to his knees
between her daughter's legs, running his hands greedily over the
long, firm muscles of Sandy's shaking calves and up the inside of
her thighs to the moistened interior of her legs. The cleft
between them was deep and inviting, and Alice shuddered in rising
excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease
of Sandy's buttocks, parting it slightly so that the tiny puckered
anus was visible to her widely gaping eyes. Her own cunt throbbed
from the effect of the indecent exposure of her daughter's
genitals, and she could hear Tommy and Vicki above her gasp and
felt her warm, wet inner flesh jerked tighter around the virile
young cock pumping into her. It was terrible ... It was
disgracefully lewd, but she was overwhelmed with the prurient,
lewd desire to see it all, every tiny thing that happened ...
Joe Arrow leered down now at the cowering girl, and when his
leader Richard Hink nodded to go ahead, he slowly drew aside the
soft white mounds of her buttocks. Sandy groaned and tried to
tense them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into her
soft, flaccid flesh, and she was forced to relax and let him
spread them apart as he wished.
Alice, in her excitement, could hear him suck in his breath
as the tiny ring of soft, tender sphincter muscle came into view
again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it
with his middle finger. Sandy jumped spasmodically and cried out
as she felt the unnatural invasion into the tight rubbery opening
and pressed her pelvis hard down into the bed, her buttocks
tensing tightly together to try and escape the finger being thrust
into her naked little rectal channel. It was useless, and he
thrust forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused little anal passage
with his finger, widening and preparing it for the greater entry
to come, Alice could see his other hand stroking and preparing his
thick-veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of her
defenseless young daughter spread-eagled on her belly beneath him.
He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the huge bulbous head. It
was monstrous and he moved to aim it directly at the tiny,
puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his middle
finger.
He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs,
withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large drop of
spittle from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he
leaned forward, pressing the whole of his naked body into her
slender backsides. The thick, full length of his shaft lay
pressed in the crevice of her ass, the tip resting against the
tiny, throbbing hole that was now slippery and wet from his
saliva. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched
the soft white moons wide apart. Levering himself up on his
elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing
his iron-hard penis straight into the tightly clenched orifice of
her rectum.
Alice held her breath for what seemed an eternity and then
involuntarily groaned as she saw the unrelenting staff pop
suddenly through the tiny, restricting ring of her young teenage
daughter's vainly resisting anal flesh. She saw the tiny
stretched anus slipping over and clasping the tip of the boy's
cock like a tightly pulled rubber band and the lewdly excited grin
from him as he thrust his hips hard forward, sinking his rod
halfway to the hilt. Sandy cried out from the pain, the sound
muffled by the covers pressing into her face, and flailed her legs
on either side of him, struggling feebly to escape his cruel
impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, attempting to
throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her
position. With each buck of her young, firm body, his cock
skewered into the tightly resisting anus another painful, tortuous
inch until finally ...
"Aggggg! Uuuuuggh!" she gasped out the last of her strength,
and Joe's thick, huge penis slipped unimpeded into the warm,
rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked for a moment
longer then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete
occupation of her asshole. It was useless to resist further as
each throb of her body only served to widen the stretch of the
tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Ohhhh, God! She's got a tight little asshole!" Joe hissed
through heavily clenched teeth above her. In spite of his desire
to begin fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down and
grasped her firm, rounded hips in his hands, pulling her to her
knees, bending her body almost in double. He ground his teeth
tight together and took several long strokes into her, bringing
groans of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips with every
thrust.
Richard Hink, beside the obscenely couple pairs of teenagers,
was going out of his mind. He ran his hands wildly over her
tender breasts and slim back, pinching and pulling at the soft
flesh until he could stand it no longer. "Turn her over!" he
shouted at the preoccupied young boy. "Damn you, turn her over
for me!"
Joe, barely hearing his demands, locked his hands tightly to
Sandy's hips and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top
of him. His huge, throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside
her anus as she lay full length on her back, tight against his
stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of
his legs, a low, mournful pleading coming from her wet, tormented
lips.
Richard Hink lost no time. He leapt nakedly over between her
widespread legs, straddling Joe's knees, and pushed her thighs
further apart. He grasped his hard, aching cock in his hands and
guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern
of her widely spread young cunt.
"Oh man!" he crowed obscenely. "Now I've fucked both her and
her mother! Shit!"
"Oohhhh, God," came the answering grunt from Sandy as his
cock slithered deep inside her belly, joining Joe's cock already
buried there in her rectum, just a membrane away. She lay moaning
and sobbing from the pain and humiliation, sandwiched between the
two of them, impaled on their penises like a helpless insect stuck
to a mounting board.
There was no delay. Richard Hink, already excited from
watching Joe's cruel rape of her anus, began to furiously fuck
into her hotly receiving young vagina while Joe began thrusting up
with long hard strokes into the heatedly milking depths of her
anus. It took a moment, but then they began a natural rhythm,
buffeting her between them like a mass of soft, resilient raw meat
with only the thin wall between her anus and cunt separating their
two sperm-bloated cocks. She was uttering a single, low whine
which went on and on all the time they ground into her, but
interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they
smacked into her body with harder and faster force.
Alice watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few inches from
where the two thick cudgels skewered into her teenage daughter's
wide-stretched loins like twin battering rams. Her excited, lust-
dimmed eyes watched the long moist cocks--wet their full lengths
from Sandy's vaginal secretions--fucking mercilessly into her.
She could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt drawing back with
Richard Hink's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back up
inside again as he rammed it home again deep in her heavily
contracting belly. The same was true with the tightly clasping
opening of her tiny but now-wide-stretched little asshole as Joe
screwed up into it demoniacally and without mercy.
And then, the impossible happened.
As Alice lay, being fucked in subservient excitement in front
of the helpless Sandy, she suddenly heard the low, whining moans
of pain begin to change, almost imperceptibly at first, but
increasingly more to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a
low whimper of passionate pleading!
Her daughter was actually starting to enjoy this unnatural,
brutal double fuck she was receiving from the boy and the man.
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the
very obscene helplessness of her position or from the lewd thought
of being fucked half to death by two males at once like this. But
whatever it was, she was beginning to respond to it. Her hips
were moving backwards to meet the upthrust of Joe cramming his
cock into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole
of Richard Hink's plunging penis into her suddenly hot steaming
little pussy. Her whole young body was undulating more and more
in between the two men, and her buttocks were moving increasingly
in tiny, furious circles of excitement.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she chanted on and on in time to
their syncopated crushing thrusts against her cunt and asshole.
Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a
rag-doll puppet, all three of their coarse groans intermingling in
a symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
"Aahhhhh!" Sandy mewled delightedly. "Ahhhhh! Oh God, keep
fucking me! Keep on! Keep ... on fucking meeee!"
The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire now
and began sobbing hysterically as she felt her orgasm rapidly
overtake her writhing, battered flesh. She wailed and cried out
her ecstasy until her mother thought it would never end. The men,
sensing their total conquest of her young body and mind, plunged
forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly
ejaculating cocks deep up into her wide-stretched young pussy and
anus, pumping their hot, thickly jetting loads of white sperm far,
far up into her heaving belly. They collapsed in a spent and
satiated heap, Richard Hink rolling off of the top of her body,
his penis still hard in spite of his orgasm slipping from her
wide-stretched cunt with a lewd, wet, sucking sound. Sandy lay
still, flat on her back, on top of Joe Arrow. His penis was still
imbedded deep in her rectum, and she looked as though she was in a
daze. Her legs were still spread wide apart so that the tiny pink
ridge of her wet, throbbing vagina could be seen pulsing and
glistening, the thick stump of Joe's sperm-drained young cock
protruding from her anal mouth below.
Alice was going out of her mind now. The sight of her
helplessly innocent daughter going stark raving mad from the
double fuck the way she did and turning into a wildly pleading
sexual toy was just too much!
"Oooohh, God! I ... I'm cumming tooo!" she gasped in intense
passion, and she locked her ankles in a death grip as high as she
could around her daughter's boyfriend, Tommy's, rhythmically
pumping young buttocks. At the same time she smashed her openly
abandoned mouth tighter up against the other young girl's wildly
undulating cunt and tasted the pungent flavor of her delicious
sexual secretions as the girl shivered uncontrollably in her own
frantic climax. Her body arched and quivered, and she held tight
to the teenage boy, not moving other than to jerk and spasm around
him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic juices out
around his still driving cock as she felt its virile young head
burst with his hot sperm deep up inside her hungrily accepting
vagina.
Alice thought the ejaculating shaft would never stop hosing
out its cum into her belly, and she could feel the hot, sticky
fluid overflow and force its way out of the tightly locked ring of
her pussy, mingling with her own secretions and rivuleting down
the wide-split crevice of her buttocks to soak his excitedly
emptying testicles as they slapped hard against her ecstatically
quivering ass-cheeks. Her humiliation and surrender were
complete! She had whored herself to him now with the same total
abandonment which she had given herself to the man who'd just
finished fucking Sandy--and she didn't even know if the sacrifice
of her body and self-respect would save her daughter or not. She
gasped out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt the boy's
rapidly deflating cock slowly withdraw from her heavily flooded
vaginal hole, and a rush of cool air slipped between the full,
whitely glistening moons of her exposed thighs. She shivered with
tingling delight and rolled into a huddled ball of tired, satiated
female flesh ...
It took the five naked people some time to stir again. They
sprawled on Sandy's wide bed, exhausted and drained, resting to
regain their strength after their wild orgiastic fucking they had
all participated in. Semen and sweat, secretions and lubrications
flowed together on their lust-sheened nude bodies, and the air
seemed to crackle with the lurid emotions that had been so totally
unleashed.
Alice was the first to move, slowly lifting her head and
looking across the naked breasts and penises to Richard Hink.
"Well?" she asked in a trembling whisper.
"Well, what?"
"Do we get the pictures now?"
The handsome high school teacher broadened his features into
a mirthful grin. "Well now, that sort of depends if you deserve
them back. I mean you and little Sandy here sure have been
enjoying your punishment so ... that's not real punishment. It's
a favor."
"Yeah," Tommy said. "I don't think we should give them back
yet. Hell, we've got a duty to make sure they've paid the price."
"All of it," Joe piped in. "And I haven't extracted my pound
of flesh from you yet, Mrs. Murphy. Jesus, after seeing the way
you took on both Tom and Vicki, I sure want to fuck you."
Alice looked wild-eyed at Sandy as she heard the vile words
condemning them to almost complete slavery, her chest constricting
as if tied by steel bands. But then she saw the soft, small smile
on her daughter's heavy-lidded features, a smile intended only for
her. She knew, then, that there was no more use in trying to
deceive herself. Her and her child had actually reveled in the
salacious depravities they'd been forced to participate in, and
deep down inside her belly was the purling warmth of satisfaction
and the small spark of lewd excitement at the thought of the orgy
continuing. She thought fleetingly of her old, puritanical ways--
had they controlled her only yesterday?--and then she knew she
never wanted to return to them. From now on, she was going to
live for herself and Sandy--and sex!
It was only a matter of minutes before they were all at it
again, and through the night, Alice and Sandy Murphy indulged in
every wickedly depraved game that any of the five could think up.
The young widow and her teenage child knew that it was all right,
that from that moment on, each would be doing what her nature
intended and it would be actively encouraged and accepted by each
other ...
Chapter 7
It was a Sunday morning, and summer was just about over.
Alice Murphy turned over lazily in her large double bed,
sensuously stretching her long curvaceously formed limbs, and
swept her honey-blonde hair from her eyes. She languidly let the
soft fuzziness of sleep leave her and warmly thought about last
night--and the long, wonderfully delicious parade of days and
nights since that fateful weekend when she and Sandy had been
blackmailed.
She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that her
daughter was standing at the window, peeking through the thin
sheer netting of the curtains. Sandy was naked, just as she'd
been when she had peacefully drifted into sleep after she and
Alice had sucked and tongued each other's hungrily desiring cunts
to one spiraling orgasm after another. She had slept curled in a
protective ball, clinging as she had as a baby to her mother for
warmth and love ...
Alice smiled at the curve of the naked young girl's back, at
the dimple at the base of her spine, just where her full rounded
buttocks flared out in smoothly rounded moons. She never got
tired of looking at Sandy's young taut body, with her hard, firmly
molded breasts and white thighs and trembling vagina bursting with
sexuality ... yes, and at touching her, and making love
passionately to her.
"Sandy, you shouldn't be peeking out the window. Haven't you
seen enough of our new neighbors?"
"Not on your life! Have you seen Mr. Daniels?" She turned,
and her eyes danced with the sparkle of excited interest. "Ohhh,
he's so handsome and strong! He's mowing the lawn so virilely!"
"You'll never make it with him, if that's what you're thinking.
He and Flo Daniels haven't been married three months yet!"
"Don't be too sure, Mother," she said, smiling, and sat down
on the edge of the bed. "Mrs. Daniels looks like she might be a
swinger deep down underneath ... and maybe we can get him through
her. You know, get her drunk over here some night when he's out,
show her my pictures Mr. Hink took, and see how she likes having
two girls make love to her for a change of pace."
She smoothed her slender hand down over the curves of the
sheet under which her mother lay, then wormed her fingers
underneath and fondled her firm rounded buttocks and naked vagina.
"You want to help me?" she asked teasingly.
Alice jumped slightly, and wriggled against the taunting
touch of the young little fingers. "Oh, Sandy! Didn't you get
enough last night?" she giggled, spreading her legs so she could
enjoy more of the child's strokings.
"You going to help me?"
"Yes," she giggled again, ripping the sheet away and reaching
up her arms to Sandy. She kissed her hard on the warm wetness of
her lips, and then softly brought her down to the bed in a
snuggling embrace. "Yes, darling," she cooed in a sighing tone of
love. "Yes ... you know I can't say no to you, ever!"
The End