Daughter's Bondage Ordeal
by Paul Gable 


Chapter One 

"Who is this?" 

Nancy Parker twisted the phone cord tightly around her fingers. Her pulse 
quickened, her eyes widened as the filthy words kept pouring from the phone 
receiver. 

"Then I'm gonna bite them pretty tits . . . put my mouth around 'em and suck 
those nipples till I can taste some milk." 

She stood in the darkness, her heart beating so hard she thought it was 
going to burst. 

Sweat beaded her forehead, trickled out from under her arms and made the 
blouse stick uncomfortably to her flesh. This was the third time she had 
received an obscene call this week. It was the same panting voice, the same 
man playing with himself while telling her what he was going to do to her. 
"Stop it! I'll call the police if-" "The cops ain't gonna do nothin'," he 
interrupted, laughing softly. His breath caught. Nancy shivered, knowing 
what that meant. He had nearly shot all over himself. Her fingers tightened 
around the receiver as the man's heavy breathing continued. 

"Yes they will. They'll hunt you down and-" 

"Ohhh, baby, you got one hell of a nice, tight ass. Shit, I'd love to stick 
my cock up it, feel them buttcheeks pressin' hard against my dick while my 
balls scraped over your shitter." 

Nancy sat down, drawing her knees together, unable to ignore the hot, mushy, 
concentrated feeling growing more and more intense between her legs. The 
nylon crotch panel of her panties clung to her cuntlips, unsticking and 
resticking teasingly to the smooth, swelling flesh. What if her daughter 
were to come home right now and find her like this, juicing while listening 
to this obscene phone call? Her fingers trembled, the receiver sliding over 
her ear. 

"Uhhhoooooo ..." the man groaned, his voice shaking with lust. Nancy could 
have echoed him but bit her lip until she tasted blood. No, that would be 
too much, giving this pervert what he wanted, a willing, listening victim. 
Instead she sat there in the darkness, her nipples itching like crazy, her 
body hot, her pussy swollen open with juice oozing out. She shivered again 
as hot chills swept over her body, flashing through her cunt, sending a 
shower of sparks between her legs. 

"Then I'm gonna roll you over and tie you up, baby. Gonna tie up those 
pretty little arms of yours to the headboard with a couple of double square 
knots. Feel the ropes, baby? Feel 'em cuttin' into your wrists?" 

Nancy shook her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. What was 
this animal after? Why was she panting like a dog when he mentioned ropes, 
bondage? That sort of thing had never appealed to her before! 

"Gonna stretch 'em real tight, then put a fuckin' gag over your mouth . . . 
you know, one of them ball gags so's you can't shout out when I start eatin' 
out your pussy," he breathed. 

"STOP IT!" Nancy tried to find the strength to hang up. But instead she 
found herself pressing the receiver more tightly to her ear, afraid of 
missing one word now. 

"Gonna stick my tongue up that snatch and start lappin' up all them juices. 
You're juicin' now, right bitch? Juicin' all over yourself!" 

How could he know? The dark room seemed to be panting as hard as she was. 
The walls were closing in on her. She fell back into the chair, her knees 
sagging apart. Twisting in the chair Nancy found one hand dropped into her 
lap, curling around the hem of her skirt, shoving it up, the fingers 
tickling up her thighs toward her pussy. Every nerve ending in her cunt was 
straining down, down toward the approaching fingertips. 

"Yeah, all nice and wet, wet for my dick. And baby, you'd better be wet 
because I'm eight inches . . . good and thick with a fat head to stretch you 
wide open," he said, his voice breaking at the end with another catch in his 
breathing. 

"Stop it," she panted almost as hard as he. 

"Then I'm gonna chew up them lips, chew 'em good while I pinch you all over. 
You dig that, don'tcha babe? You dig bein' bit." 

This was starting to get strange. A wild fear started creeping over her. 
Nancy felt stronger now, strong enough to hang up the phone. 

"You ever been belted, baby? Your old man ever take a belt to your ass and 
beat the livin' shit outta you? He shoulda, the way you parade that ass of 
yours all around town like you couldn't wait till some dude stuck his dick 
into it." 

"Get off my phone," she said, feeling outrage along with excitement. This 
had gone far enough. It was ending the way all of them ended, all his dirty 
calls ... in vicious threats and allusions about her dead husband. She 
wasn't the kind of whore he was painting her to be. Nancy had never been to 
bed with a man other than Dale, her late husband. And after he was killed in 
that auto crash four years ago she had refrained from going out on dates. 
She had a young daughter to raise, more than enough for a woman to do. That 
plus trying to hold onto various secretarial jobs took all her time. 

"All you gotta do is hang up, bitch. All you gotta . . . awwwwhwhhhhh fuck, 
baby, I'm shootin'. I'm cummin' all over my fuckin' pants. Man, I'd like to 
have that jizz shootin' into you, plowin' into you while-" 

Nancy felt as if she were moving in slow motion as she jerked the phone from 
her ear and slammed it down in the cradle. The force of that blow made the 
chimes ring for what seemed like minutes. He had shot off, something new in 
his sick calls. He'd never done that before. Closing her eyes, Nancy found 
herself picturing this man, some shadowy stud at home, sitting with his legs 
sprawled. His pants pushed down to the tops of his boots or shoes, one hand 
on the phone, the other curled around a fat rod, sliding up and down, his 
balls jiggling with the force of those frigging movements. 

"This can't go on like this, it just can't," she whispered shakily, bending 
over and holding her burning face in her hands. 

It had been too long that she'd gone without a man. How Dale used to hold 
her, his fingers pinching her nipples deliciously while his mouth worked 
over the base of her throat. And all the while his marvellous seven-inched 
cock trenched out her cunthole. At times she wondered if her daughter 
Christina could hear her moaning, hear the two of them twisting and 
thrashing on the bed, wrinkling up the sheets, at times making the headboard 
rattle against the wall as they fucked themselves into heaven. What a 
marriage they had . . . both in and out of bed. That horrible accident cut 
short her life as well as her husband's. From that day on Nancy swore no man 
could ever take his place. But now she wondered. Christina was growing up, 
becoming more and more difficult to manage while her own life was growing 
stale. Soon, she knew, her daughter would be leaving. For better or worse 
she'd be on her own, living her own life. And what would Nancy have? This 
paid-for home, this cavern, dark, lonely, giving her some physical security 
and that was all? 

She jerked her head from her hands, staring wide eyed into the darkness. The 
phone had been ringing when she came in from work. Nancy had had no time to 
flick on the lights, thinking it might be Christina phoning because of some 
sort of trouble. She was always getting in one sort of scrape or another. 
And then she realized it was that awful man, that pervert with the sexy 
voice telling her how he was going to fuck her! 

She rose shakily from the chair, putting out one hand against the wall to 
steady herself. Ropes? Belts? What in God's name did he want to do to her? 
The thought of him tying her up, of him beating her, made her shiver. She 
rubbed her upper arms briskly, walking through the dark rooms toward the 
stairway. Christina should have been home hours ago. She'd told her daughter 
she didn't like the idea of her coming home after dark. There were too many 
strange things going on in Los Angeles now, weird men preying on young 
women. Three girls had disappeared from the neighborhood last week. The 
police found them days later, half conscious, dumped in an open field near 
Long Beach. They'd been beaten, raped, even burned on parts of their bodies. 
They were still hysterical, barely rational, when questions concerning their 
kidnapping were put to them. The thought that Christina could be the next 
victim made Nancy sick with fear. 

"I'm gonna suck your cunt." Those words, that voice rippled through her mind 
again. She gripped the bannister tightly, closing her eyes and fighting down 
the itch that travelled like a burning spark up her thighs. No, no, she 
couldn't give in like this. She couldn't listen to that voice telling her 
all those terrible things! 

And yet, and yet . . . 

Slowly she climbed the stairs, dragging her shadow behind her. It was nearly 
eight o'clock. Nancy felt she should be calling some of Christina's friends. 
The girl always stopped off at the house of her girlfriend Kathy after 
school, talking with her for hours. But five hours of talk? No, her daughter 
was probably hanging around with the wrong crowd again, the one the high 
school principal had warned her about last month when her daughter was 
caught smoking in the John. 

It was so hard raising a child today! 

The call, her frustrated sexuality, the difficulty Christina was giving her, 
all those problems were ganging up on her. She needed a drink. She . . . 

Nancy stopped on the stairs, her fingers gripping the handrail tightly. A 
particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt, knocking the wind from 
her. The subtle, sexy-wet rub of her cuntlips against her clit as she 
climbed the stairs was nearly too much for her. She hung her head down, her 
long hair falling over her face. She breathed heavily, regularly, fighting 
down the wild sexy images drifting across her mind's eye. No, Nancy told 
herself, she wasn't a teenager, someone who could spend the time to 
fantasize about handsome men getting hard over her body. She was a mature 
woman a . . . 

The attractive woman gathered her strength and will and climbed up the 
stairs, walking down the long carpeted hall to the bathroom. Flipping on the 
light, she opened the cabinet and drew out a small bottle of mouthwash . . . 
or at least that's what she told her daughter it was. Good old gin! At times 
like this it helped. Unscrewing the cap Nancy tilted back her head and put 
the bottle to her lips, groaning as the. liquid burned down her throat. What 
was marvellous was that her tolerance to alcohol was very low. Only a small 
amount put her out. Tonight, she felt, she might need the entire bottle. 

It didn't take long for the alcohol to have its desired effect. She started 
feeling buzzy, dizzy. Nancy took another sip, then screwed the cap back on 
and shoved the "mouthwash" to the back of the medicine chest. A nice long 
shower. That's what she needed. And when she was through she'd call and find 
out what her daughter was up to. 

The water coursed down her body pleasantly. Vaguely the woman realized she 
was letting it concentrate on her clit zone. She shivered, feeling the 
droplets bounce off her thighs and tickle that organ maddeningly. The gin 
was arousing her now, doing something it had never done before. She turned 
in the small shower stall, her face reflecting the confusion she felt as her 
cunt tightened and warmed once more. The water hitting her buttocks and 
running down her asscrack reminded her of the man's threat to fuck her in 
the ass! 

She reached down and turned off the water, stepping from the stall and 
grabbing the long terry-cloth towel and dabbing herself dry; Standing up 
after she'd dried her feet, Nancy caught sight of herself in the steamed 
mirror. Yes, she was pretty still, attractive enough for men to pant after. 
She could understand why some man took it in his sick head to call her and 
say all those dreadful things. At thirty-four, she still had a firm figure, 
a desirable figure. Her thighs were unblemished, her flesh firm, silky, 
white. Her tits rode high and taut on her chest, the dark red nipples now 
poking out. The thick bush of cuntal hair between her lithe legs hid the 
full, dark-red lips now partially swollen with lust. The woman bit her lips, 
rocking her hips from side to side and feeling that wonderful rubbing 
sensation again. 

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. 

Nancy giggled a little hysterically, dropping the towel and holding onto the 
porcelain rim of the sink. Her clit tightened and throbbed while that odd 
feeling of fullness surged through her cunt and radiated up to her belly. 
No, no, she couldn't touch herself like this, masturbate over a silly phone 
call, a vision. 

But the vision was all too real. She thought once more about being tied up 
in bed, of having those ropes chafing her wrists, of that ball gag stuffed 
in her mouth, pressing against her teeth and tongue while some shadowy 
figure knelt between her splayed thighs, curling a leather belt around his 
knuckles. Terror knifed through her, making her chest rise and fall mightily 
while juices flowed from her split pussy like lava. 

Nancy felt her knees grow weak, her legs become wobbly, pressing against the 
front of the sink. She reached down with one hand, pushing her fingertips 
through the tight cuntal curls, the hairs tickling the sensitive flesh 
between her nails and flesh. Her digits were wet with juice. The lust was 
strong in her body now. The man's words echoed through her sex-fogged brain. 
Fucking. Sucking. The feel of his lips, of his arms, of his cock was all 
over her. Nancy swayed drunkenly in front of the mirror, pulling her lips 
farther back, exposing the tiny pulsing gland. 

Through the mist created on the mirror by her breath, she saw her tits 
rising and falling, the nipples hardening and turning an almost purplish 
red. She sighed, thinking of Dale, then thinking of that unknown caller 
again and wondering how he looked, how he would fuck her, how he would tie 
her up and do all those horrible things to her! 

She eased two fingers into her cunthole again, making them inch in and out 
in small, fucking movements until she thought she'd faint from pleasure. 
Lust churned through every part of her body. Fanning out her toes until they 
cramped, Nancy wished she could touch herself all over. She closed her eyes, 
rubbing the fronts of her legs over the cool, cracking porcelain. Her pussy 
was cooking, baking in the rising sexuality stoked by her dirty thoughts. 

Visions of her body twisting in the bonds, of the smacking sounds that belt 
would make as it chewed into her belly flesh, tortured her mind. She braced 
herself on the balls of her feet, leaning over the narrow sink. Her tits 
flattened on the wet mirror. She pressed her shoulders close to the slippery 
glass, moving them up and down so her tits rubbed rhythmically on the glass. 
Her fingers moved deeper, feeling the slick cuntal walls cramping down on 
them. She flailed her clit with her thumb while her fingers drilled deeper 
and probed faster into her hole. 

What am I doing? she thought to herself, suddenly giggling again. Didn't she 
know? Couldn't she tell by the way her fingers were fucking in and out of 
her hole what she was doing, what she actually wanted to be done to her 
body? 

''Uhhhhhh ..." she groaned. 

How a man's cock would feel now sliding through her cunt, stimulating her 
clit! Her fingers could only approximate the delicious, mind-blasting 
feeling a stud's dick had in her cunt. Yes, Dale was a stud, the man who 
called her was probably a stud even if somewhat mentally ill. 

She was close, oh, so close. Her buttocks tightened and separated as she 
thrust her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt. She twisted her swollen 
clit between her thumb and forefinger. The small sex spindle was swollen, 
stretched like a small thumb, easy for her to grab. 

Nancy stuck her fingers deeper in her wet, sloppy hole. She jerked her thumb 
and forefinger back and forth with faster movements, making her clit ache 
with lust. She was gasping, sobbing with desire. With a shriek, the woman 
gave her clit a final jerk. Climax burst over her tortured mind like a burst 
of fireworks. She screamed, her feet sliding and slipping over the tiled 
floor. Banging her forehead hard against the mirror the woman hung onto the 
sink for all she was worth. 

Sighing, sucking in air to feed her twisting body, Nancy found herself 
sinking to the floor. Brilliant flashes of light exploded behind her eyes as 
the room spun dizzyingly in front of her. When she finally came to her 
senses she found herself curled in a fetal position under the sink, her 
right hand still cupped around her spasming cunt. 

She ran her fingers through her hair, breathing deeply, regularly. It had 
been so long since she'd cum like that. Once or twice when Christina wasn't 
at home, she'd climaxed in bed while thinking of Dale. But the power, the 
overwhelming sense of orgasm hadn't hit her like this since she'd fucked 
with her husband. Those damned phone calls, what he said about tying her up 
and fucking her, those horrible words and threats had done this to her! 

Staggering to her feet, Nancy turned on the shower once more, stepping into 
the stall and feeling much more relaxed. No, she wouldn't listen to that 
maniac on the receiver. She would call the police tomorrow and tell them 
about the dirty messages. If they couldn't do anything, she would change her 
home number. 

"Ummmm," the woman moaned as the warm water touched her cunt. Yes, it felt 
good, oh, so good. But this had to stop. As she'd said to herself before, 
she was too old for this sort of thing. 

Drying herself off a second time, Nancy found her thoughts drifting back to 
her daughter. It was eight-thirty and Christina still wasn't home. Nancy was 
worried sick. 

Chapter Two 

"Stop it! My mother'll kill you when she finds out!" Christina shouted. 

"Yeah, if she finds us," the big football quarterback snarled, unbuckling 
the long, brass-buckled leather belt from around his waist. He held it 
tightly staring down at the helpless, naked, blonde teenager. Christina held 
both arms tightly across her tits, her eyes traveling briefly to the 
shredded material of her clothes. 

"You can't get away with this!" the blonde screamed, her eyes searching 
desperately for an exit. It was futile. Phil Harrington had taken her 
downstairs in his parents' home. There were no windows, and no one was at 
home. It had seemed like such a great idea, going home with the star 
football player she met at Kathy's this afternoon. He traveled with a fast 
crowd but Christina thought she could handle him. Even when Kathy warned her 
about "stories" she'd heard about the young athlete, the blonde dismissed 
them as tales. But after he'd closed the kitchen door behind them and 
descended the stairs, Phil had turned into an animal, tearing off her 
clothes while pawing her body cruelly. When she resisted and tried squirming 
away, he went crazy, stripping her naked completely, then backhanding her 
across the face, a blow that sent her spinning several feet and crashing 
onto a large red sofa bed. Now he was standing above her, threatening her 
with that belt. 

"What's wrong with you?" she shouted, her eyes widening. No one had ever 
dared treat her like this. Her mother even thought twice before slapping her 
as a child. "I've done nothing to you." 

She was sobbing. The shadow of Phil's raised arm cut across her belly. That 
dangling belt was terribly threatening. Christina had never known anything 
like this before. Even now she doubted the reality of what was hap- 

pening to her. The couch behind her, Phil towering over her, the swinging of 
his belt could all be fantasies. 

"Don't matter," he whispered, tapping the belt lightly on his shoes. 

"Please, I-" 

"Roll over on your belly, dumb slut," he ordered, snapping the belt like a 
whip against the sofa bed. 

"No, I-" 

"Roll over unless you want me to tear off your fuckin' tits." 

The young girl obeyed, feeling bile rising in her throat. How could she 
handle this? Christina had always been one to stay in control no matter 
what. Her mother, her friends, everything that crossed her life had been 
something she controlled. Now Phil had usurped that authority, threatening 
her unless she obeyed. 

Shame made her face red. No man had ever seen her naked before. And now she 
was lying there, the swell of her plump, taut buttocks rising in the air. 
She could feel his eyes staring at her ass, traveling up to the blonde curls 
that peeked up around her asscheeks. Instinctively the girl curled her 
fingers and held tightly onto a pillow. 

Phil smacked his lips. He enjoyed doing this to women, especially girls a 
little younger than he. It wasn't all that hard for him and his buddies to 
line up girls for these kind of dates. 

Most of them refused to tell others about his quirks when they were through. 
The few who talked weren't believed and were generally shamed into silence. 

"Bitch," he muttered, his cock tenting the front of his faded Levi's. His 
eyes glistened, his lower jaw quivering as he tensed his arm and drew it 
back. The belt was draped over his biceps ready to swing forward. Under him 
Christina trembled, her knees digging into the soft sofa cushion, spreading 
slowly apart, revealing more of her blonde cuntal curls. Sweat began to 
gather in her tight little butt-crack. 

Christina tensed, hearing the belt hissing through the air. Jerking her head 
up she saw the shadow of the belt descend quickly toward her asscheeks. She 
screamed, her shout quickly followed by the dry smacking of the leather. 

"AIYEEEEEE!" she screamed. 

The black leather belt raised a small purple welt on her right buttock. She 
jerked, her arms shooting out while her legs snapped apart. Her fingers dug 
deeper into the soft pillow while she buried her face in it, stifling her 
moans of pain and fear. This was supposed to be a harmless necking 
session-or so she thought. Her nostrils flared as she drew more oxygen in to 
feed her body. Clenching her teeth, the blonde waited for the next blow, the 
heat from the last one burning like a branding iron. 

"UGHHHP she grunted as the belt hit. 

The second was lighter, a teasing one. She squirmed and whimpered, every 
nerve ending in her body alive to the torment. Phil laughed softly, calling 
her dirty names, telling her she deserved this for teasing him. 

"I swear I never did that," she protested, turning her tear-streaked face up 
toward him. 

"Little fuckin' bitches like you cock tease everybody, don't gimme that 
shit," Phil snapped, cracking the belt sharply across his shoes. "You need a 
little discipline, slut. Something to remind you of who's the fuckin' boss 
around here." 

Christina could see she was dealing with some irrational hatred Phil had. 
She was trapped into this, unable to escape until he had satisfied whatever 
sick need was spinning around in his brain. 

The blows came rapidly, one following another in quick succession. Welts 
crisscrossed Christina's jiggling buttocks until all her assflesh was 
reddened from the constant whipping. Phil was breathing heavily, the sounds 
he was making mingling with her cries and gasps. She tried not to cry again. 
But the leather belt burned her flesh so. Her buttocks felt as if someone 
were pouring burning gasoline on her flesh. Phil was going crazy, telling 
her she was nothing better than a common whore. Would he never get tired? He 
was so strong, he probably could go on beating her ass for hours more. 

Christina doubted she could stand much more of this. Already the searing 
pain had sparked into her cunt. Rather than blunt the pleasure rushing 
through her clit the beating leather increased it. Each blow made her cuntal 
nerves vibrate like tightly strung strings. Her hair fanned over her jutting 
shoulder blades, her body tormented by that wildly flailing belt. 

"Ohhhhhuhhggh ..." she moaned. 

Christina chewed the pillow, hiding her lust-bloated face in the lumpy 
head-couch. Her buttocks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing. 
She had to keep her lips tightly pursed, holding back the cry of joy she 
wanted to shout. 

"Raise that butt, baby, raise it up so I can smack it good and hard," Phil 
said, reaching down with his free hand and rubbing his dick through his 
pants. 

Christina did as she was ordered, raising her ass, feeling her cuntlips peel 
back a little farther. 

"Fuckin' little whore. I'm gettin' too damned tired beatin' the shit out of 
you," Phil said, threading the belt back through the loops of his pants. 
What he'd hoped for back at Christina's girlfriend's home was a reality. He 
had a victim and she had a hell of a lot of strength! 

Probably a virgin to boot, Phil thought, noticing the confusion registering 
in her face. 

A more experienced girl would know what was going on. 

"You dig this, baby? Come on, tell ol' Phil the truth," he said, bringing 
his face down to hers. 

Christina turned her tear-streaked face toward the wall, unable to stare at 
him. The animal, she felt, would do more harm to her if he knew she was 
enjoying this. The truth could be read in her eyes. No, he could never know 
he was exciting her! 

The bed sagged as Phil sat down. The smell of his sweat came through his 
t-shirt and Levi's. It was the smell of a man, an odor that triggered the 
girl into high heat. Christina pushed her face deeper into the pillow, 
fighting down the desire to turn around and throw her arms around his 
shoulders. How her ass burned from the belting! How good it felt as more 
sexual sparks showered into her pussy, making more juice ooze out and soak 
the sofa cushion. 

"I got more shit for you, baby," he said, trailing his fingertips up and 
down her curled spine. "I'll have you dancin' naked before I'm through with 
you. And I'll have you diggin' every second of it." 

He rose, the bed springs snapping back. 

"Now, you wanna tell me how much you like it? You wanna tell me how much you 
wanna suck my dick?" 

"No!" she shouted into the pillow, punching it with her fists. 

"I'll have to coax out the truth then," Phil said, unfastening his Levi's. 

Christina heard his belt buckle striking the tiled floor. The dragging sound 
that followed was his Levi's slithering across the floor as he stepped out 
of them. Her heart stopped then started again. Oh, she couldn't stand this 
any more. She couldn't just turn her face away and pretend nothing was 
happening. Slowly, cautiously the blonde teen drew her head from the pillow 
and peered over her right shoulder. 

Christina bit her lip as she saw Phil standing there, shrugging off his 
shirt, his eyes fastened on her buttocks. He was so handsome, so muscular. 
Her pussy started to twitch and jerk as if it had a life of its own. A 
thousand hot needles probed her tiny clit, making her shiver and making her 
pussy snap shut on thin air. Her thighs alternately chilled and heated while 
her buttocks opened and closed. That thing sticking straight out from his 
groin-ohhh, it was so big! It was much fatter and longer and darker than 
anything she'd ever seen in those sex education books! It had to be at least 
two inches across on that mushroom-shaped head. And those dark blue veins 
pulsing against the pink dick flesh looked too dangerous for anyone to touch 
them! 

Phil was laughing at her, enjoying her surprise, her displeasure. Yes, she 
was giving herself up to this man, tearing away the last veil of decency in 
her life. It had been hanging only by a thread anyway. Christina had 
secretly been looking for a man strong enough, manly enough, to do her the 
dishonors. But she never would have believed it would have begun like this . 
. . with the belting, with the obscene remarks, everything that seemed to 
excite the hell out of her. Oh, if only her mother could see her now, see 
her precious little princess rutting like a mare! 

"I'm gonna stick this mother into you, baby . . . gonna split you wide open 
with it. Gonna bust that fuckin' cherry with the head," he said, brushing 
his fingertips over the piss-slit for emphasis, turning them around so 
Christina could see the slippery cum on his hands. 

"No, no, don't do that. You're crazy!" she cried, her eyes widening. He 
couldn't stick something the size of a barber pole in her tight virgin 
pussy. Terror shot through her like lightning. The girl stared at that thick 
shaft sticking from his hairy groin. It was a cylinder of veins and muscle, 
seeming to grow steadily with each passing second. Sweat beaded up on her 
forehead. She tore the thin material of the pillow cover, breathing shallow 
as her eyes focused on the dribbling piss-slit. 

"It'll hurt at first. But then you'll get used to it." 

"No, no, NEVER!" she cried. 

But there was nowhere to run. That cock was frightening. It was so big. She 
could never accommodate it in her little cunt. And as Phil strode to the 
edge of the couch, laughing at her fear, his rod bobbed, drops of white 
cream oozing across the spongy, purple tip. He was there next to the sofa. 
The odor of his sweat dotting the thick black hairs curled around his balls 
made her gasp. It was so strong, so wonderful, making her cuntal walls 
buckle once more. 

"Oh God, God ..." she gasped. 

"That's it, baby, go ahead and pray . . . pray while I fuck the shit outta 
you. Before I'm finished with you I'll have you beggin' me for more dick." 

Phil was rough. He jerked her legs apart with his big, calloused hands, the 
force of that move spreading her cuntlips open. More lust oil spilled out of 
the hairy hole, wetting down her thighs, slickening down Phil's fingers. 
Even with this evidence showing just how hot she was, Christina protested 
her innocence, reaching down, trying to knock away his hands as they gripped 
her thighs firmly. 

"Don't gimme any shit, baby, or I'll knock your head through the fuckin' 
wall and still fuck you silly," Phil threatened. 

The blonde teen threw her head to one side, groaning as he pinned her 
cuntlips back and crawled onto the sofa. 

He shoved forward hard, the sudden thrust sending slivers of pain along her 
labes. The girl writhed on the sofa, feeling the scratchy material of the 
couch rub against her buttocks. Phil was a brute! How could he do something 
like this to her? This was rape . . . pure and simple rape! Christina tried 
once again to knock his hands away. But the big athlete only threatened her 
again, shoving his dick in a little harder. 

"WAWWWHHHHHH ..." The blonde teen threw her head back, shouting out for 
help. It was an ache that quickly sharpened into a concentrated pain. Her 
legs shivered, then flew apart while she dug her head into the pillow a 
little deeper. The room spun around like a giant merry-go-round. 

"Stop it. Oh, God, stop it please . . . ohhh, won't you stop?" 

Her pleas ended in choked sobs. Tears streaked her cheeks. The fat dickhead 
was working its way in, pressing back her juice-slicked cuntlips, forcing 
the folds and hollows of her pussy apart. Phil threw back his head and 
grunted, shaking the sweat off his face. His fingers were digging into her 
flesh brutally, leaving black and blue marks on her arms and shoulders. 

"Man, awwwhhhhh fuck," Phil growled, spraying spit on her face and belly. He 
bent over a little more, twisting her hair around his fingers and jerking 
hard while shoving his dick a little deeper into her cunt. Christina's face 
whitened, then turned a beet red when she felt that thing come up against 
her cherry. 

"No . . . NOOOOOOl" she cried. 

Her face was a mixture of shock ;and pain. She doubled up, snapping1 her 
legs, together and pushing up with her knees, trying to press them against 
his belly and shove him away. Phil did nothing for a while, watching the 
blonde teen grow hysterical under his cock drilling. Her hair splashed over 
her face while sweat glistened all over her body. Christina was grunting 
with the effort, beating her small fists against his chest, still trying to 
work her legs together to shove him away. 

"That's enough," he shouted, jerking one hand back and bringing down the 
flat of his palm sharply against one cheek. 

"UGNHHHH!" the girl cried, her head snapping to one side from the force of 
the blow. Her struggling suddenly stopped. Bright lights popped in front of 
her eyes. Her arms fell to her sides while her knees sagged apart, touching 
the edges of the sofa cushion. Christina was stunned into submission. 

"Fuck, yeah, nice hot, juicy pussy," Phil said, purposely intimidating her 
with his filthy words. 

"Oh no, no noooooo ..." she sobbed. 

The pain was nearly overwhelming. But more than the agony was the shame, the 
horror that she was being fucked against her will. Will? Christina guessed 
that was what it was called. Her body certainly wasn't part of this will. It 
was juicing, becoming more and more excited as the seconds ticked by and as 
Phil skewered her pussy with his rod. 

Oh,-'how it drilled' into, her slit,! making he* nerves recoil and sputter 
with excitement. She could feel him all the way up to her shitter and tits. 
He was shoving harder, shoving back those inner muscles. For a second 
Christina thought she was going to lose consciousness. Then Phil angled his 
cock up, making sure it rubbed against her clit. Oh, how she loved that 
sensation, loved and hated it! Shivers ripped up and down her spine. Curling 
her back, the young blonde instinctively rocked back and forth, increasing 
the wild sensation rushing between her legs. How odd it felt having hot and 
cold flashes at the same time! The girl had never experienced anything so 
totally consuming as this! 

"Ugnhhhh!" 

It was Phil, grunting with surprise as his dickhead touched something very 
firm, something that wouldn't let him push any deeper. Her cherry! Christina 
came back to life again, beating the balls of her feet against his back, 
reaching up and pressing the palms of both hands against his chest, trying 
to shove him away. 

But the girl could do no good. She felt his hips flexing, tensing, pushing 
forward, his legs shoving against the backs of hers while his hands gripped 
her shoulders and shoved her deep in the couch. Helplessly the girl wept, 
her tears rolling down either side of her face and soaking the pillow 
underneath. Outside she could hear a dog barking. Someone was leading a 
normal life while she was . . . ohhh, she couldn't think of it! 

"A fuckin' virgin. I dig it," Phil said, his lips curling into a broad 
smile. 

He pulled back his dick until only the head was trapped between her 
snug-fitting cuntlips. He was fucking his rod in only a few inches, his eyes 
wide with lust as he stared at how her pussy was moving, actually moving 
like some tiny frightened animal under that rod's stimulation. 

It was humiliating, it was . . . wonderful! The constant tiny thrusts 
awakened her clit fully. All through her pussy the nerves tightened and 
sparked with wild delight. The girl concentrated on the overpowering 
vibrations tearing at her clit. Yes, yes, as brutal as his fucking was, Phil 
was something like a godsend to her. Christina clawed at the sofa cushion, 
feeling her clit stretch with lust. Her thighs and belly tightened while her 
nipples turned a darker red and peaked up sharply from her tits. Oh, what a 
slut she was turning into! 

Chapter Three 

"Goddamned little bitch. Man, you can't get enough of my dick, can you? 
Shit, you're gobblin' it up like there was no tomorrow, right?" 

"Yes, oh, yes," Christina panted, feeling shame wash over her like water. 

What she was doing went against all her moral training. She could imagine 
her mother throwing her out of the house once she heard about such wild 
goings-on. Well, her mother needn't hear about it. Yes, she was a shameless 
street whore, needing more of this wonderful/terrible pleasure. There was 
nothing she could do to stop this. Why should she try? The last shreds of 
morality were exerting themselves, trying to make themselves heard. But 
Christina's body needs were more urgent, more pressing. She snapped her head 
from side to side again, trying to get rid of the moral voices telling her 
that what she was doing was terribly wrong. 

"NO!" she said more to herself than to the ] big stud on top of her. 

"Yeah, baby, you want it bad. Well, you're J gonna get it. I'm gonna fuck 
you so Goddamned hard you're gonna be tastin' cum from now on," Phil 
growled, excited by the young blonde's reluctance. 

With that Phil lowered himself completely onto her. Christina shivered when 
she felt the hairs of his chest scrape teasingly over her nipples and belly. 
His flesh was so rough, so scratchy with that body fur, so exciting! Her 
pussy tightened around his dickhead, milking at it, making the big man 
shudder and groan. 

"Shit, I ain't known too many cunts who could do that. Baby, I ain't gonna 
be lettin' you go for a long time," Phil whispered, flicking his tongue into 
one waxy ear canal. 

"No, no, I'm not that kind of . . . of girl," Christina sobbed, blinking 
away the tears. 

Phil only laughed at this obvious lie, angling his dick up once more and 
-riving half the length along its slick, rounded head. The girl snapped her 
knees against his thighs, rubbing them from side to side, feeling more juice 
seep from her hole and drip down onto Phil's hairy, swinging balls. 

Christina's eyes widened while tremors erupted all through her cunt and 
belly. Her buttocks tensed, tightening while the intrusion in her pussy 
increased. His cockhead was shoving hard against her cherry again, forcing 
that membrane to pucker inward. The blonde felt an increase in pain deep in 
her cunt. She batted her eyelids, curling her fingers and clawing at the 
young man's broad shoulders. No, he couldn't fuck her like this. She didn't 
want to lose her cherry. She remembered her mother's words about young men 
not caring for a girl if she wasn't a virgin! She wanted to get married, 
have children. No decent man wanted damaged goods! 

"No, stop! I'll do anything, give you anything. Just don't go . . . any 
further!" 

Phil only laughed, shaking the sweat from his eyes. His thighs tensed, his 
legs shoving hard against hers, his dickhead about to pierce through her 
cherry. Christina let out a long, high-pitched wail as pain seared through 
her brain. 

That was Phil's warning that he was going through. Christina felt something 
tear deep inside her, that sensation quickly followed by a rushing. He was 
driving his dick all the way in her! The girl's eyes widened, then shut 
tightly as she let out a long, low cry. The room darkened for a moment and 
Christina thought she was about to pass out once more. No, no, somehow she 
managed to stay conscious. She couldn't afford to faint. 

"Yeah, yeah, you're doin' okay, baby, okay," Phil said, resting on top of 
her. 

He was moving his hips subtly from side to side, stirring his hard dick 
gently in her cunt like a giant spoon. Christina hugged his body tightly 
with the insides of her thighs. It was so strange having that hard thing 
throbbing inside her, its hot sides turning her cunt into a sensuous, 
buttery mass. The amazing size of his dick promised her more pleasure than 
she'd had so far. 

"Come on, baby, we're goin' to the moon and back," Phil said after several 
minutes had passed. 

Christina protested, not yet sure of how her pussy would react to a hard 
reaming so soon after her cherry had been popped. But Phil wasn't about to 
wait any longer. He pulled her head to his face and kissed her passionately, 
his tongue flicking down into her mouth. 

Slowly, gradually, then more roughly he started fucking her. Christina found 
herself resting on his cock. The knob was just past the most sensitive part 
of her cunt. The ridge along the bottom of his rod stimulated the nerve 
endings inside. Christina tightened her cunt muscle again, milking lightly 
at him without moving her hips. He groaned into that spit-slicked kiss. 

Soon any inhibitions she might have had about fucking disappeared. Christina 
was nothing more than a fucking machine, a young girl twisting like a slut 
on the couch, her legs twisted around Phil's hard-muscled body, her cunt 
split wide open by his dick and spilling out juice that soaked the bottom 
cushion. She 'couldn't feel anything except his cock, couldn't hear anything 
except his foul words and heavy breathing. He was shoving her deeper into 
the sofa, his hipbones banging against hers, his arms tightening around her 
body. Christina felt herself melting away into a completely different 
person. 

The rising heat in her pussy made her move again. When she arched her back, 
he pulled his dick out until he was nearly freed of her pussy. That 
frightened the girl. No, he couldn't leave her like this . . . high and dry! 
She clawed desperately at him, shoving her cunt up, sliding it all the way 
up to his dick root. 

"Man, you can't get away from it, can you? You gotta have it all, huh?" 

The words made her flush with shame. It was true. She took his entire dick, 
the whole length and thickness of it spreading apart her juicy cuntal walls. 

"Gonna fuck you good, now. Gonna give it to you so good you ain't gonna be 
able to piss for weeks," Phil breathed into her ear. 

His moustache tickled her. The girl shivered, spreading her legs wide apart. 
More cream bubbled out of her slit, wetting down his driving cock and 
swinging balls. She could feel the hard pole gliding in and out of her, 
soothing down the spot where her cherry had once been anchored. Now there 
was nothing there but a memory as Phil kept on shoving. 

"Unnghhhh . . . OHHHHHH!" she cried. 

Christina threw back her head, rolling it from side to side. Strands of 
blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks. His dick was like a torch burning 
through cotton. With one particularly powerful fucking thrust, the young 
athlete drove the full length of his rod ali the way in, resting on top of 
her body for a second. 

The blonde teen shuddered, feeling the sweat drip down his face. His dick 
throbbed deep inside her. 

"Feel it now, baby? Feel real good and hot and tight?" 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned. 

Christina turned her face away. Phil reached down and held it in both hands, 
almost spitting into it as he asked her again if she liked getting reamed 
out by his hard rod. 

"Yes! YES!" she shouted. 

"Better," he whispered, letting her go and going back to his fucking. 

He had to be winding up this session. She felt the rushing of his cock as it 
tore through her cunt. Before she knew it he was hammering at her clit. This 
time the young man didn't stop his fucking movements. He was going for 
broke. His thighs slammed rhythmically faster and faster against her crotch. 
Christina felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her clit. She 
was rocketing up toward a dramatic climax, feeling her cunt tightening 
around his dick. The girl tensed her thighs and buttocks, flexing them up, 
hitting his groin with her crotch. Up and down, up and down the girl rode 
his ramming dick. Both of them were dripping with sweat. The sofa creaked 
and groaned with the battle going on. She grunted with the force of his 
shoves, feeling her pussy being stretched wider and wider by his dickhead. 

"Ohhhhh ..." Christina moaned as a flash of sexual fire raced through her 
cunt. Her legs tightened around Phil's lower back. She wanted to draw him 
closer, tighter to her sweaty body. Her ass ground up to meet him, the girl 
feeling her entire body clutching him as he fucked the shit out of her! 

"Cummmmmmmm!'' she cried, wondering where on earth she'd learned that that 
was the thing to say just before your world blew apart. 

"Get it, baby, fuck it out. Man, come on, you little slut, come on and work 
it on out. I wanna feel you cummin' on my cock," Phil growled. 

Christina didn't know exactly what he was talking about. But her instincts 
were taking over where knowledge failed. Phil worked his thick-muscled hips 
like pile drivers, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven. He was tossing 
his head from side to side, strands of hair plastered to his sweaty 
forehead. Christina could feel his dick jerking and throbbing crazily inside 
her while his balls slapped hard against her upturned buttocks. Something 
wild, something crazy was going to happen in a second. 

"Ohhhhh NOOOOOOO!" she screamed. 

Christina felt a fire racing through her body, racing through all parts and 
finally spreading to her cunt and ass. It felt as if every muscle were 
tightening up for one massive, jolting blast. Her cuntal muscles squeezed 
against Phil's driving rod, getting ready for the big shot, her first cum 
that would put a final end to her virginity! 

"CUM!" Phil shouted. 

He increased his fucking thrusts until his dick burned with friction. Then 
suddenly Christina felt his body shake, vibrate against her. He held his 
breath, then let it out with a low, shuddering moan. The fucking stopped, 
his hips grinding slowly from side to side. But his dick was moving wildly, 
jumping all around inside her cunt, banging against the slick walls, 
spitting out wad after wad of thick, creamy rich cum. Christina couldn't 
believe the sensation of having jizz sprayed into her like that! She could 
actually feel it, feel it as if he were giving her a wild, wonderful douche! 

Her cuntal walls tightened against the full length, clutching at it, holding 
it as hot jets of that scalding stuff burst out of the cockhead and filled 
her pussy. Yes, oh, yes, this was what being a woman was all about. She'd 
heard some stories from her friends about fucking. But nothing could have 
told her how wonderful the final moments were. Stars popped in front of her 
eyes as she teetered on the brink of a mind-blasting climax. 

The explosion began somewhere inside her belly, then quickly spread to her 
crotch and asshole. It felt as if the whole world were inside her crashing 
and blowing apart. Her cuntal walls spasmed, then buckled in, clutching more 
tightly around Phil's spitting cockmeat. The squirming, jerking rod kept 
moving as if it would never stop as the big man's balls pumped their load 
into the hot, willing girl. 

Christina thought she was going to die. Something this good just wasn't 
possible for human beings to experience and live. Her world seemed to end as 
first one spasm, then another, then another attacked her clit. Attacked! 
That was a good verb for it. It felt as if she were being pulled apart, as 
if her flesh were being torn from her bones and the whole thing felt soo 
damned good! Again and again the clit-tearing sensations rushed through her 
pussy. For a few seconds, at least, Christina thought she was floating 
effortlessly through the air. Yes, yes, it was marvelous! No guilt, nothing 
but the raw animal passion of being fucked by that hard, hot dick! 

The girl didn't know how long her climax lasted. When it was over she found 
herself laying splayed open, one leg draped over the edge of the sofa 
cushion, the other still pressed against the backrest. Cum and cunt juice 
dribbled slowly from her slit, wetting down her ass crack and shitter. Sweat 
cooled on her flesh, making her skin pucker up into goose pimples as a draft 
blew over her. 

Phil had pulled his softened cock from her a little while before. He was 
wiping himself down, staring at the naked, fucked young blonde. 

"You were a fuckin' virgin. But, man, you've been wantin' this for a long 
time. I'm gonna keep you around me till you're broke in," Phil said, wiping 
his cock and balls, then throwing the sweat and cum-dampened towel into 
Christina's face. Ugh! She could smell the pungent aroma of the two liquids 
in the cotton material. What had turned her on before, now repulsed her. 

"Ugh!" Christina cried. She threw the towel down to the floor, crossing her 
arms over her tits and hugging her body. She felt so dirty, so violated! 
Drawing her legs up to her tits, the young blonde searched the room for her 
clothes. She had to get out of here, run safely to her mother, to home! 

"What's the matter, chick? You ain't turned onto dick no more?" 

Phil's face darkened when she didn't answer. Christina shrank back, pressing 
her body into the sofa as the big athlete approached. His flaccid cock swung 
lazily back and forth with each step he took. Phil stopped by the side of 
the couch, reaching down and curling her hair in his fingers. As he talked, 
he pulled harder and harder up on her hair. 

"You probably wanna go home and cry to mamma now, right? Shit, all you cunts 
are alike," he spat, jerking up on her hair. 

Christina yelped, then sucked in her lower lip and bit down. Her eyelids 
fluttered while a pulse leaped in her throat. She would agree with him on 
anything, anything, just as long as she could get out of there in one piece! 

"Yes, yes," she panted. He was tearing the hair from her scalp. Christina 
raised herself from the cushion, tilting her head to one side as he started 
drawing her from the sofa. 

"But you want it bad, don'tcha? DONT'CHA?" he shouted. With another shout 
Phil grabbed more hair and pulled hard, yanking her off the couch. 

"OOOOWWW!" Christina screamed, her hands flailing up, beating at the fingers 
caus- 

ing so much pain. She tumbled head over heels onto the floor, her legs 
folding under her jiggling buttocks while her tits bounced against her 
chest. She tried to stand up but Phil kept drawing her forward, laughing at 
her while pulling at her hair. 

"Tell me you want my dick!" he snarled, stepping back farther. 

"Oh, God!" Christina cried, her knees scraping across the carpeting. "Yes, 
yes, I want your . . . your cock." He had knocked her hands away from his 
fingers, threatening to break her knuckles if she pulled anything like that 
again. 

"Cocksucker! That's what you wanna be, isn't it? Man, bitch, you wanna suck 
dick. Too bad I can't get hard again for a while. I'd shove this rod down 
your fuckin' throat till the head hit your fuckin' belly. G'wan, get 
dressed, bitch!" 

With that, he let go of her hair, hitting her forehead hard with the flat of 
his hand. Christina flew back, her arms stretched back to catch her. 
Scrambling to her feet, the blonde teen grabbed her clothes, rolling them up 
into a ball and running around the couch. She would have run into the 
streets and dressed there. But Phil would have chased her, dragged her back 
in and beaten her. No, she couldn't take any more chances with this maniac. 
The best thing was to get dressed and leave fast. 

Stumbling up the stairs, the girl ran through the kitchen, catching a glance 
of herself in the full-length hall mirror. Her hair was tangled, flying 
behind her while her belly and buttocks jiggled from her running. 

"Oh!" Christina cried, running into the large main bathroom and slamming the 
door behind her. For several seconds she stood with her back pressed against 
the door, panting in the darkness, still holding her clothes tightly to her 
belly. The fucking, the beating, her excitement at everything Phil had done 
to her rushed in on her consciousness. Oh, she had willingly let him fuck 
her! No, at first he raped her, but then . . . oh, what was the difference? 
In the end she'd turned onto him like the bitch he said she was. She wanted 
his cock, wanted it ramming her harder. When he hit her, told her all those 
awful things, whispered in her ear about how tight and hot and wet her pussy 
was, God, how she shivered with delight! 

"No, oh, no!" she moaned, hiding her face in her clothes. Christina slid to 
the floor, moaning with shame and disgust at herself. She knelt there on the 
tiled bathroom floor sobbing for her lost innocence. Never again would she 
be able to look at a man the same way she had earlier. Her eyes would drop 
to his crotch, her mind wondering just how big he was. And then . . . 

Ten minutes later Christina emerged from the bathroom, afraid to make a 
sound. She listened for some movement. Down the hall she saw shadows moving. 
It would be impossible for her to get out of here without going in that" 
direction. Sucking in a deep breath, the. girl held her hands modestly in 
front of her and started down the hall toward the liv-ingroom door. When she 
got to the end of the hall, she saw Phil sitting with a pair of shorts on, 
his feet propped up on the coffee table. In front of him the television 
flickered, some news program on. He had a beer in one hand. When she started 
moving toward the door he stretched out one hand, grabbing her wrist. 

"You're gonna be a good little slut and come back here tomorrow night, 
right? My folks are gonna be out again and I'm gonna have some buddies over. 
We're gonna want some entertainment." 

"Yes . . . yes, I'll be there," she cried in a strained voice. Phil had put 
down his beer and was twisting her hand around, nearly cracking her wrist 
bones. Sharp flashes of pain radiated up and down her right arm like 
electric bolts. Christina's knees buckled as she bent forward, trying to 
twist around and ease the pressure. 

"You'd better be. You try fuckin' me over, baby, and I'll come to your 
fuckin' house and drag you out, understand?" Phil threatened, giving her 
wrist a final twist before letting her go. 

Christina yelped, stumbled forward, then ran for the front door. She didn't 
stop running until she was halfway down the block. Stopping, looking around 
to make sure no one saw her, the girl leaned against an elm and started 
crying, holding her face in her hands and wondering how on earth she was 
going to get out of this horrible mess! 

Chapter Four 

"I told you, Christina, I don't like the idea of you running around with 
that Kathy Edwards. Her parents let her go wild. I won't have a daughter of 
mine doing things like that." 

Nancy brushed some stray hairs from her face as she served morning breakfast 
juice to her daughter. The sun streamed gaily into the small kitchen. 
Christina was sitting quietly with her head bent forward. Last night she ar- 

rived home late and managed to go upstairs to her bedroom without saying 
much to her mother. She showered several times, each time wishing the water 
would rinse away her guilt. But she thought of Phil's hard cock, of how it 
had reamed out her cunthole. There was little sense of guilt then. She stood 
under the pelting water, the drops bouncing off her cuntlips, teasing her 
rising clit, making her wish in a way she were back at Phil's house twisting 
under his heavy body. Oh, how terrible she was! 

Sitting there under her mother's watchful gaze, the young teen felt her 
nipples rising, poking against her halter. And her cunt was growing so hot 
and itchy! It felt as if it were swelling open! Secretively the girl shifted 
her ass, moving her cuntlips against one another to take care of that 
embarrassing, teasing ache. 

"There's nothing wrong with Kathy, Mother. She's a lot of fun, and she 
respects her parents," Christina said, holding her glass of orange juice 
against the side of her face. How she wanted to tell someone about last 
night. If only she could speak frankly to her mother, ask her if "she felt 
anything wrong or weird when Phil fucked her. But of course that wasn't 
possible! 

"If you paid more attention to your studies than going out, your grades 
wouldn't be so low," Nancy said, sitting opposite her daughter. Oh, why were 
their conversations more like battles lately? She so wanted to get close to 
Christina again . . . just as they had been so many years ago. But lately 
the girl was growing away from her. She could feel the walls being erected 
even now as she sipped her coffee and stared at her. 

"Mother, don't be so old-fashioned." 

Maybe I could tell Kathy, Christina thought, glancing up at the wall clock. 
It was seven-thirty. Kathy would be getting ready for cheer leaders. She 
might have some extra time before homeroom. Christina began wolfing down 
breakfast, talking with her mouth full, telling her mother she'd nearly 
forgotten about a study class she'd joined. It was going to meet in a few 
minutes. 

"Christina," Nancy said, rising from the table just as her daughter shoved 
back her chair. The woman was holding onto the table top, leaning against 
the edge, wishing she could find some magic word to make everything right 
again. 

"Nothing," Nancy said, dropping her eyes and letting out a sigh. "Let's talk 
tonight, all right?" 

"Sure mother, sure," the girl said, kissing Nancy lightly on the forehead. 
She rushed about the house, gathering up her books and papers, slipped on a 
skimpy wool sweater, then skipped out of the house. She'd have a lot to tell 
Kathy about. She just had to be sure that awful Phil Harrington wasn't 
around. She didn't want any scenes. 

"Ohhhh," Nancy said, sinking back into the chair. She held her head in both 
hands, breathing heavily. Her cunt was hot again, itchy and achey at the 
same time as well. How could she tell her daughter something like that? 
Lord, wasn't there anything she could do right? Her daughter was drifting 
out of reach, and her own personal life was falling to pieces. Yes, she 
should go out, meet men, go to bed with them. Then maybe this constant 
pulsing itch that drove her half mad night and day would end. But what would 
the neighbors say? Would Christina's friends laugh behind her back, making 
obscene comments about her mother having dates? 

Nancy moved her thighs against one another, feeling her swelling cuntlips 
brush over her clit. Was this the way she could take care of herself? Was 
she going to go through life touching herself in the dead of night, 
masturbating in bathrooms? There were men out there, men who looked at her 
lush body whenever she walked by. She knew they were staring at her ass, her 
thighs, her tits, wondering if she was a good hot fuck! She could feel their 
eyes burning through her clothing as she walked from the supermarket to the 
station wagon. Nancy tried but couldn't ignore the hot, mushy feeling 
between her legs then. Her hair-covered pussy dripped with juice then, the 
labes peeling back, exposing the rich, moist, dark-red meat throbbing with 
desire. How she wanted one of those men to come up to her, proposition her, 
even take advantage of her right there in the parking lot. 

What am I thinking of? the woman thought, pushing the chair back and 
standing. She was about to get dressed for the day when the phone jangled. 

Nancy crossed her arms, hugging her body as the ringing echoed through the 
big house. Was it her daughter in trouble? Or was it that horrible man with 
those filthy words vomiting out of his mouth! No, it couldn't be him. 
Breathers called at night, getting their jollies by talking dirty in the 
shadows. Feeling a little more relieved at this self-confidence, Nancy 
walked over to the wall phone, half expecting to hear Christina's voice. 

"Hey, baby, I wanna suck your damned cunt! Yeah, I wanna stick my tongue up 
your pussy and drink up all that juice, watch you twistin' and squirmin' on 
that fuckin' bed," a voice whispered on the receiver. 

Nancy felt the floor drop from under her. She leaned against the wall, 
twisting the elastic phone cord around her fingers again. Her heart was 
beating like a triphammer. For a while she thought her knees were giving 
way. She leaned against the wall, her breathing becoming more labored as the 
man's descriptions of what he wanted to do to her became more graphic. 

"Stop it! I'm going to hang up!" 

He laughed sexily, making soft, wet smacking sounds on the phone. 

"Then why don't you?" There was another long pause. "You don't wanna, do 
you? You wanna get down there on your fuckin' knees and suck dick, don'tcha? 
Man, you're like all broads-they keep sayin' no, then they can't get enough 
cock in 'em." 

"Shut up! I'm going to change this phone number. You won't be able to get 
ahold of me again!" Nancy screamed into the phone. 

Somehow she managed to tear the receiver from her ear and slam it down hard 
in the cradle. She stood there in the brightly lit kitchen staring at the 
phone, waiting for it to ring, almost expecting it to blow apart. 

And when it did the woman jumped an inch off the floor. She reached up, tore 
the receiver from the hook, and put it to her ear. The moment she heard that 
breathing again she screamed, "Stop it! STOP IT! I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" 

Dropping the receiver, Nancy backed away, hugging her body with both arms. 
Then she turned and bolted into the living room, hearing faint squawking 
laughter coming from the hanging receiver. 

Who is that? she wondered, sitting on the edge of the sofa, still hugging 
her body. And what was worse, why was she reacting so powerfully to his 
voice? Last night as she lay naked and alone in her bed Nancy thought of 
that man, heard his words ringing in her head. She thought about his dick, 
what it must look like and touched herself. With her fingers dipping in and 
out of her swampy hole, with her ass dancing on the mattress Nancy came, 
biting her lower lip until she drew blood to keep from shouting out her joy. 
And all the while she could hear that shadowy voice telling her wonderful, 
terrible things about her body and what he wanted to do to it. 

She stood up, holding her gown tightly to her body. She felt her tits 
swelling until the nipples were tense, hard. Perhaps she should get a 
part-time job. Living on a pension was fine, but it was giving her far too 
much time to think about her problems, especially her sexual ones. At times 
all she could think about was her husband, their sexual encounters burning 
like a hot poker in her mind. She tried fighting them off. But that was 
impossible. 

Eight-thirty and you're still not dressed, Nancy said to herself. She was 
about to change when she heard footsteps on the porch. That man! What if he 
came to the house to carry out his threats? When there was a knock at he 
door, Nancy backed away, the backs of her legs hitting the sofa. 

"Mrs. Parker? Is Christina there?" 

It was a man ... or rather a boy pounding on the front door. What was he 
doing here? One of Christina's friends? Her daughter rare- 

ly brought anyone home . . . except for that horrible Kathy! But should she 
open the door dressed like this? "Yes?" she asked. 

She stood with the door half-opened, leaning her head against the molding. 
It was Phil Harrington standing there with several books tucked under one 
arm. He was wearing his varsity sweater over a tight-fitting dress shirt. 
Nancy felt her heart leap up. This was one of her daughter's friends? She'd 
have to have a long talk with Christina the moment she got home. Something 
told her her daughter needed more guidance than she'd originally thought. 

"I wondered if, uh, Christina was at home. Thought I'd walk her to school." 

Nancy arched an eyebrow. Wasn't that a little too old-fashioned today? The 
way he spoke, it all sounded phoney. She'd get at the bottom of this. 

"No, she left some time ago. Perhaps she left you a note. Won't you come 
in?" 

What was going on? Was she crazy? Nancy stepped back, letting the hulking 
athlete into her livingroom. His body seemed to fill the large space 
immediately. Something like panic swept over her. She stepped in front of 
him, staring up at those dark blue eyes. Why did it feel as if she'd met him 
before? 

"Just . . . uhhh . . . just sit down there. I won't be a moment," she told 
him. 

Walking from the room, Nancy found she was trembling violently. It was 
almost impossible for her to stand up. What was going on? Why was she having 
all this trouble? Running her fingers through her hair, Nancy stood silently 
in the kitchen, her eyes wandering about. Then they settled on the still 
hanging wall phone. A shock of realization ran through her like electricity. 
Phil Harrington! He was the same man who had been calling her and saying all 
those awful things to her! 

Nancy's eyes widened, her hands went to her mouth. She doubled over, nearly 
gagging with terror. Some crazy man was sitting in the room next to her, 
ready to pounce on her, perhaps do something worse! Should she call the 
police? Should she act coolly, move about as if she knew nothing, usher him 
out of the house then bolt the door? 

"Figured it out, huh?" 

His voice made her jump and scream. Nancy spun around, her hands moving 
behind her. If only she could grab a cutting knife, anything to defend 
herself. She was helpless in her own kitchen! 

"Why? Oh, God, why?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. 

"You probably don't remember me, but I used to be a box boy at the 
supermarket. Man, you used to smile at me, wag that fuckin' ass of yours 
around while Christina trotted after you like some puppy. I swore I'd stick 
my cock into both of you sooner or later. Well," Phil said, wiping the back 
of his hand over his lips, "I just got through fuckin' your daughter last 
night. Man, it was good." 

"WHAT?" she yelped. 

Nancy thought the world had exploded. Her daughter, fucked already, fucked 
by this maniac? Little Christina, the girl who only yesterday was playing 
with dolls. Her innocent little girl fucked by this . . . this thing? 

"No, no, I don't believe you," Nancy muttered, her face growing red with 
rage. For a moment she forgot about her own danger. "Christina wouldn't do 
something like that. I brought her up differently. She isn't like the 
others." She turned her face away, unable to take that mocking smile of his. 

"Man, she's a hot little slut. She couldn't keep her ass still when I stuck 
my dick into her. Her first time too, know that? Man, I popped her cherry. 
You could almost hear it go pop," Phil said, putting one finger in his mouth 
and flicking it against the inside of one cheek. 

"Get out!" Nancy screamed, her body trembling. She wanted to rip that 
smirking, handsome face off.."Get out of my house. And if you ever call 
again or see my daughter I'll-" 

"You'll . . . what?" 

He threw his books down on the kitchen table. The plates skittered across 
the surface, smashing onto the floor into thousands of pieces. Nancy jumped 
back, feeling terror knife through her. A real sense of danger finally 
dawned on her. This animal was going to hurt her, possibly to do the same to 
her as he had done to her daughter. She backed away, her fingers moving over 
the sink counter, searching for something to defend herself with. 

"I'm gonna see if the old lady's as sparky as her fuckin' daughter." "NO!" 
she cried. 

He lunged at her, his big animal-like paws holding her shoulders. Nancy 
struggled, feeling his fingers working her gown off. 

"STOP IT!" she shrieked, twisting around until she faced the windows. 
Several yards away she could see Frances Jones and her elderly mother 
working in the garden. If only she could attract their attention . . . 

"Shaddup!" Phil spat. 

Phil hit her hard against the back of her head, knocking her forward. Her 
forehead struck the window, nearly shattering the thick glass. 

The force of that blow knocked her feet up off the floor, balancing her on 
the edge of the sink. Nancy opened her mouth and tried to scream, hoping 
that rattle her head caused would attract attention. Nothing. She sank back 
to the floor, using every last ounce of strength she had to keep from 
collapsing at Phil's feet. 

"I got friends, guys on the football team, who dig the same kinda thing I 
do. I told your fuckin' daughter I was gonna make her suck 'em off. But now, 
I don't know. I'll bet her old lady could be a better hit, you know? I 
mean," Phil said, smoothing his fingers greedily over her supple body, "you 
probably got less hangups about doin' shit. Bet you're nice and hot ... all 
over." 

Nancy sobbed, tears streaking her face. He was shoving his crotch up against 
her butt, only a thin piece of nylon material protecting her ass from his 
cock. Part of the dressing gown was torn around her shoulders, hanging 
dangerously low around her tits. She gripped the edge of the sink for 
support, staring helplessly out the window. 

"Awww baby, my dick's gonna feel real good up that butt. I wanna shove it up 
your ass, man. I wanna butt fuck you while I play with your pussy." 

He was telling her all the same things he said over the phone. But now he 
was here, playing with her butt, hunching up against her. She could almost 
feel that hard roll of meat rubbing up and down against her asscheeks. 

"Stop it, please. I'll give you money, anything if you just go," Nancy 
sobbed through her tears. Oh, she was going to be raped by this man, by the 
same young man who had fucked her daughter! It made her sick to think about 
it. 

"Baby, you ain't got enough money to make me stop now. I wanna feel your ass 
and I'm gonna," Phil said through clenched teeth. "Your daughter couldn't 
stop me last night. And you're not gonna do it either." 

With that he spun her around and gripped her shoulders savagely. His fingers 
were working the nylon material down, tearing it over her slender shoulders. 
Nancy tried to twist away, tried jerking one knee up in hopes of mashing his 
cock and balls. But he was too strong for her, holding her away for a bit 
until she tired. 

"Yeah, it's gonna be real good," his voice purred. 

Chills swept over her body as his warm breath blew against her throat. She 
waited, half expecting to feel a tongue being shoved in her ear. Her body 
was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to come 
through the gown. And when Phil tore the bodice open and stared down at the 
protruding, dark-red titty tips he smacked his lips, smiling sardonically. 

"So, you'll do anything to stop me, eh? Shit, you want it as bad as 
Christina, maybe more. Your old man's not around, is he? I'll bet you ain't 
fucked since he kicked over right?" 

"Stop it. You're filthy, awful!" Nancy cried. 

Her pussy was moving like a tiny animal. Its full, elastic lips curled and 
trembled while her clit popped to the surface. Her legs were growing weaker 
while juice trickled maddeningly through her cuntal thicket. She could smell 
herself juicing while Phil held her. 

"We're gonna have ourselves a right nice time," Phil said, drawing her away 
from the window. "Yeah, a real nice time. I won't mind bein' late for 
practice. The coach'11 understand." 

"No, you don't know what you're doing. If you stop now, I promise I won't 
tell anyone," Nancy wailed. She shrank back, pulling away from the young 
athlete. But Phil still held her tightly by the shoulders. 

"Man, nice tits. Always liked your tits, the way they bounced up against 
your blouse when you walked. You're hot, baby, hot," he whispered in her 
ear. 

With that he pulled her gown all the way open, tearing it from her body 
after stepping away quickly. 

"Yeahhhhhh ..." he whispered, holding the torn gown. 

There was shock, followed by action. Nancy screamed, backed away, then 
turned and bolted for the front door. She didn't care if the neighbors saw 
her like this. All she knew was that she had to get away from him fast! 

Chapter Five 

"BITCH!" 

Nancy lay huddled in a ball in the liv-ingroom. She felt cold, horribly 
exposed. She thought the world was ending for her. One of the table lamp 
shades lay at her feet while magazines and books were scattered on the 
liv-ingroom floor. 

He had caught up with her, grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly around. 
While she was still struggling for balance he hit her hard across the face, 
sending her spinning to the floor after tumbling over the end table. Looking 
up, she saw Phil standing spread-legged over her, still wearing that varsity 
sweater. He looked so innocent, like one of those publicity pictures showing 
boys and girls in highschool without a care in the world. And yet he was a 
maniac bent on raping her horribly! 

"Get up. I can't fuck you there." 

There was something terrible about being violated in her own house. Every 
sense of privacy, of protection was gone. She stared up at him dumbly, 
stunned by her sense of helplessness. 

"I said GET UP!" 

With that Phil reached down, curled his fingers around one wrist and yanked 
her up from the floor. Nancy stumbled forward, raising her hands to sweep 
the hair from her eyes. Her muscles started to ache. He told her to walk 
toward the stairs, guessing the bedrooms were on the second floor. 

"I . . . " She tripped and fell sprawling on the floor on her hands and 
knees. His big hands gripped her shoulders again and set her upright. 
Suddenly he was on her, pinching her sore nipples, laughing at her 
vulnerability. 

"No! Oh, God, NO!" she pleaded. 

She backed up, trying to hide her pussy from Phil's lewd, sparkling eyes. 
Raped in her own house! The thought raced through her confused mind. How 
would she ever be able to look at this room in the way she had earlier this 
morning? 

"Oh, please, please, let me go!" she pleaded a last time. 

Phil only laughed, his cock tenting up the front of his Levi's. He pulled 
off his sweater, enjoying watching Nancy trying to hide her nipples and cunt 
from his probing eyes. 

"Up the stairs." he ordered. 

Nancy turned, her eyes following his. No, she wasn't going to be fucked in 
her own bed. There would be no place private, safe for her if that happened. 
She gripped the handrail, then tried once more to bolt for the door. Phil 
caught her easily, swinging her around, knock-ing the wind out of her by 
slamming the woman against the wall. 

"Unnghhhh ..." she groaned. 

Nancy slid down to the floor, her fingers clawing at the smooth plaster for 
support. The room spun dizzyingly around for her as she tried to accept what 
was happening to her. Phil was just a boy, one of her daughter's friends. 
This just couldn't be happening to her. She shook her head from side to 
side, hoping that when she opened her eyes he'd be gone. 

"Guess I'll have to fuck you here," he said, tearing off his shirt, then 
unbuckling his belt. 

"NO!" Nancy tried scrambling to her feet, her hair splashing over her face 
while her arms flailed out wildly to either side. 

"Man, you're a hellcat, know that? Better than your 4aughter. She just lays 
there and moans a whole lot," Phil said as Nancy kicked, bit and scratched 
at her attacker. 

He held her at arms' length, then shook her so violently that the woman 
thought her head would snap off. 

"I don't give a fuck if I bounce you off the Goddamned walls. But I'm gonna 
fuck the shit outta you whether you want it or not!" Phil shouted at her. 

Nancy winced, the sound of his voice terrifying her even more. His hands 
were under her belly now, fanning out, sliding over her smooth flesh, making 
her tremble with excitement and horror. 

"No, please ..." she sobbed. 

She heard his belt buckle unfasten, heard the rushing sound of his pants 
sliding down his legs. Looking down the woman saw a throbbing pole shoving 
against the piss-flap of his shorts. Her flesh crawled with excitement. When 
he moved his hands up to her tits and started kneading them, the woman 
sucked in a breath and held it. Her nipples felt warmed, excited by his 
fingers. More juice seeped from her hot hole, trickling down her thighs. She 
should be ashamed of what she was doing, letting this boy touch her like 
this! It was almost incestuous. And yet there was little she could do about 
it. Not only was Nancy fighting someone far more powerful than she but the 
woman was also fighting against her own desires. Twisting under Phil's rough 
treatment, she was actually searching for more. She moved her body 
sensuously from side to side, hefting her pendulous boobs into her hands. 

"Yeah, nice, nice ..." he breathed. 

Nancy closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. Phil had dropped his 
face, engulfing one hard-tipped mound with his lips. He was biting her 
nipple, letting his front teeth nibble all around the supersensitive flesh. 
She felt his hands sliding down, down past her navel to her cunt. Oh, soon 
he'd know the truth about her pussy, about how hot and juicy and tight it 
was. Her will to fight him off was gone. Now all she cared about was the 
realization of all the fantasies she'd been having on the phone. 

He bit her hard. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh. A 
sharp lancing pain shot through her chest, radiating down to her cunt. Nancy 
had forgotten Phil wasn't an ordinary lover. He was a young muscular animal 
who had fucked her daughter, beaten her, and was now enjoying a kind of 
torture. Tears filled her eyes again, spilling onto her flushed cheeks. 

"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from us?" 

Phil threw back his head and let out a laugh. 

"Just think, bitch. You and that fuckin' little cunt of yours can sit around 
at night com-parin' notes," he said through his teeth. Spittle flecked his 
chin and cheeks as he grew more excited. Nancy winced. Phil had her by both 
wrists now, twisting them outward. The pain radiated up her arm, making her 
shoulders ache. For an instant she forgot about the fact she was naked, 
stripped to the flesh in front of this man. All that counted now was the 
pain, the awful pain shooting up and down her arms. 

"You're . . . hurting me," she panted, her face red and pinched. 

"You can figure out the best way you like to get fucked . . . maybe trade 
off. Hey, wouldn't that be good? Me and Christina doin' it in a room with 
you watchin', then me fuckin' you while your daughter coaches. Be great, 
eh?" 

"Stop it!" Nancy cried, shaking her head from side to side, her feet 
slipping on the floor. 

"Then maybe I could fuck both of you . . . you know, kinda lay you side by 
side and stick my cock into one, then shove it into the other when she gets 
too hot." 

Nancy screamed, the awful words he was saying both terrifying and 
humiliating her. 

"Shut up!" he cried, twisting her wrists outward a little more. The woman 
heard something pop. God, she prayed it wasn't her arms. Oh, God, he was 
going to break her arms, render her helpless, then fuck her! 

"You don't wanna go upstairs so we're gonna fuck right here," Phil said, 
throwing her across the livingroom. 

Nancy spun around like a top, her arms stretched out in front of her. She 
stumbled over her own legs, twisting around to the right, then pitching 
forward with a yelp. Her hair washed across her face as she fell onto the 
sofa with a grunt. 

Pushing her hair back from her eyes, she saw Phil stepping out of his 
shorts, that fat tree-trunk dick swinging from side to side. Nancy's mouth 
formed a wide circle as she stared at that cunt-splitter. And Christina had 
been fucked with that thing last night? No wonder she didn't have much of an 
appetite this morning! More tears flowed from her eyes. How horrible! First 
the daughter, then the mother. She could imagine the stories that would 
circulate around the neighborhood and school if this got out. 

"Got any rope around here?" 

Nancy tilted her head to one side, staring up at the fat-cocked young man 
curiously. Phil repeated his question more testily. 

"Yes . . . some clothes line, I think, in the kitchen, but-" 

"Get it!" 

Phil's eyes sparkled. Nancy could tell there was no reasoning with him. Her 
only hope was that whatever he was planning would be fast and not too 
painful. Stretching out her legs the woman rose and turned, feeling her 
buttocks jiggle sensuously as she walked through the doorway into the 
kitchen. The tile felt cold on the bare soles of her feet. She felt so 
vulnerable, so shamed. Right behind her was Phil, his cock rising slowly 
from his groin, the fat head seeming to grow fatter, meatier with each 
passing second. When Nancy tried to opening the drawer to one side of the 
sink she realized her fingertips were growing icy. A cold sweat broke out on 
her forehead. 

"What else you got in there?" he asked, looking over her shoulder as Nancy 
pulled out several pieces of quarter-inch clothes line. "Hmmmmm, probably 
can use these,' he said, fishing out several colored plastic clothes pins. 

"What-" 

"Back in the livingroom," he ordered. 

Nancy shoved the drawer closed, glancing up at the wall clock over her 
refrigerator. It would be hours before Christina came home. No one was 
expected today. She was alone with this man, as alone with him as if they'd 
been marooned on a desert island. 

"And don't think cryin' out's gonna help. 

Phil reached down and grabbed his shorts, wadding them into a ball. He 
shoved Nancy down on the couch, then knelt to one side, stuffing the shorts 
into her mouth. 

Her eyes widened as she jerked her hands up and tried pulling the awful 
thing from her mouth. Phil hit her against the side of the face, threatening 
to box her ears deaf if she pulled something like that again. With a groan, 
the woman surrendered, having little choice. Soon the cum-tasting cotton 
became slicked down with her spittle. 

"Just to keep it in place," he said, taking one of the pieces of line and 
draping it over her head. He tied it in a granny knot over the elastic band 
jutting from between her lips, making sure the shorts were shoved in as far 
as they could go. Nancy blinked quickly, finding it a little difficult to 
breathe with that awful thing shoved down her throat! 

Phil took her in his hands, lifted her from the sofa as if she were a doll, 
laying her on the floor in front of the couch. 

"Just gonna make sure you don't try nothin' funny when I start fuckin' you." 

Phil made a loop with one of the ropes, forcing the woman to hold her wrists 
together while he slipped the rope over them, then slid the slip knot tight 
against her flesh. Tugging the free end of the rope taut, Phil circled it 
around one of the sofa's legs, fastening it tightly with a double square 
knot. Nancy groaned through the spit-soaked shorts jammed in her mouth, the 
line biting into her flesh. The young athlete slid down, gripping her firmly 
around the ankles and pulling her down toward the coffee table until her 
body was stretched like some sacrifice on the floor. Her muscles and tendons 
pushed against her white flesh. She tried kicking one leg free but Phil 
still held on tightly, laughing at her foolish efforts. 

"Man, fuckin' a virgin last night was somethin' else. But now, yeah, I'm 
gonna be fuckin' around with a broad who's got experience . . . and she's 
juicin' like a Goddamned water well," Phil commented, his eyes focusing in 
on her pussy. Droplets of cuntjuice clung to her blonde cunthairs as more 
fuck juice oozed out of her slit and dribbled down into her tight asscrack. 
If she could only stop her body from doing this, betraying her like this! It 
was horrible to think this animal was actually exciting her. 

"MMMFMMFFFFF!" Nancy screamed as loud as she could through the shorts. It 
was impossible. Phil knew what she was trying to do and it was impossible. 
She jerked her head from side to side, tensing her arms, pulling at them 
until the clothes line chafed her wrists. The carpeting scratched her sweaty 
buttocks as she writhed on the floor, trying to break away somehow from that 
fiend. 

"Nice pussy, nice cunt," Phil kept saying. 

Nancy rolled her eyes up, staring at the liv-ingroom clock. He'd been there 
nearly thirty minutes, torturing her in her own home. If only the time could 
speed by, rocket into the afternoon. There was still so much time to go, so 
many things he could do to her before he left. 

Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead while her body shook with sobs. 
That plastic clothespin! Phil had taken one and opened it, snapping the 
sharp teeth onto one of her cuntlips. Her eyes widened, then a slow gagging 
cry came out from between her lips. She arched her back, balancing her body 
on her shoulder blades and heels. Again and again she tried shrieking. But 
the spit-soaked shorts kept her screams down to moans. 

"Yeah, baby, move that ass. Come on, yeahhhh, you move it real nice," Phil 
said, taking another clothespin and snapping it open. 

Nancy stopped her thrashing for a moment, raising her head and staring wide 
eyed at his right hand. He was dropping it down into her cuntal thicket, 
holding that horrible pin open with his big fingers. She saw it disappear in 
her pussy hairs. Then there was the sensation of something cool and terribly 
smooth sliding over her labes. In a second she felt the other clothespin 
snap onto her pussylips and she cried out again. 

How her throat ached! The harder she screamed, the worse the pain seemed to 
get. Her body twisted and writhed in pain and horror. She strained at the 
cord still holding her bound to the couch. It was impossible! 

"Oh, baby, you move real nice," Phil breathed. 

She felt his hands, those horrible, sickening hands fan out on her belly 
while the tiny teeth of those plastic pins chewed enticingly on her 
cuntlips. His fingers fanned over the flatness of her belly, making the 
woman cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to terrify her. He had to 
drag it out, make her feel every awful second of this rape and torture to 
the fullest. He had to touch the rest of her. Oh, God, she felt the bile 
rising in her throat. 

The hands kept crawling up along her belly, making her wriggle her hips and 
buttocks. He slid them up to her tits, guiding his fingers up until he began 
pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched harder, 
watching the rubbery tips turn a darker and darker red until the blonde 
woman shrieked through the shorts again. Her eyes were closed, her flesh 
glistening with a coating of sweat. Strands of hair were plastered onto her 
forehead and cheeks. Arching her back again Nancy prayed to God that she 
would pass out so she wouldn't have to endure the rest of this humiliation. 

Phil backed off, his hands starting to massage her nipples, squeezing her 
mammoth tits. Nancy relaxed a little, almost enjoying this. She remembered 
how her husband used to enjoy doing this, teasing her with his fingers on 
her nipples while purposely holding back his cock from her cunt. How she 
thrashed on the bed, kicked her legs out while she clawed his back, wanting 
more of his dickmeat. Even now she felt her cunt tensing, milking at nothing 
while this animal was torturing her. 

Somehow all the sexual images in her mind were getting mixed up with the 
pain and humiliation inflicted on her now. She shook her head from side to 
side, trying to knock some sense into it. No use. The wild mixture remained. 

"Gonna be a nice hard fuck!" Phil gasped. 

He straddled her now, his hard, fat dick sticking straight out from his 
hairy groin like a barber pole. The woman's eyes were opened wide, her 
forehead wrinkled with fear as he reached down, scooped up her legs and 
rested her ankles on his broad shoulders. 

"Just relax, baby. It ain't gonna hurt much. You've been fucked before. Man, 
you just ain't had enough dickmeat to really loosen up. It's gonna be 
somethin' else, fuckin' someone like you and she's tight," Phil said, his 
body trembling with anticipation. 

Nancy couldn't hide the fact that at least one part of her was looking 
forward to this horror. Her juice was wetting down her thighs and buttocks 
horribly. There was nothing she could do about it. Her cuntlips were tense, 
eager, ready to be stimulated by this young athlete's dick. Phil knew it. 
He'd reached down there several times, stroking her clit, playing with those 
terrible pins still clamped down hard on her cuntlips. 

He leaned forward, his hands on her shoulders, holding her down pinned to 
the floor while he leaned forward. Nancy turned her face away, feeling his 
hot, heavy breath against the side of her head. His cockhead was pushing 
against her pussylips, flattening them back, shoving them slightly inward 
while his balls dragged over the bottom of her cuntal mound. Phil grunted, 
then flexed his hips and pushed in. 

"Yeahnhnhh!" he groaned, closing his eyes and shivering mightily on top of 
her. 

Nancy felt her pussy being stretched, forced apart, split in two by that 
rod. She wanted to scream, feeling as if the athlete were tearing her body 
down the middle as if it were made of paper. She sucked in a deep breath as 
she felt that fat, mushroom-shaped cockhead slurp its way in deeper, 
stretching her cuntal walls apart. She was being fucked for the first time 
in, oh, so long. And as much as she hated to admit it to herself, Nancy was 
loving it! 

Chapter Six 

The woman felt her heart pounding so hard she was sure it would burst. The 
huge, blood-bloated knob of his cock was bouncing from cuntwall to cunt 
wall. At times, Phil shoved it all the way in, his fat dickroot cemented to 
her twitching pussylips with her juice and his pre-cum, then Nancy could 
feel his cock jerking inside her, pulsing and throbbing against her slick 
walls. And he wasn't moving a muscle! It was as if there were some little 
animal inside her, trained to make her feel good! 

If only she could spit out that foul pair of shorts! But Phil had checked 
them to make sure they were lodged in firmly before he began fucking her. 
Evidently he still didn't trust her, even when he knew she was excited 
beyond reason by his cunt splitting. 

"Man, you're as fuckin' tight as some of these broads I fuck at school. 
Still, you ain't like your daughter. Man, I thought I was gonna split my 
dick in two with her pussy. She's somethin' else . . . tight, that is. But I 
think you're up on her with heat. Yeahhh, you're nice and wet and hot, baby. 
You've been wantin' some hot cockmeat ramming your cunt for a long time." 

He was putting it savagely. But what he was saying was true. Flashes of 
goodness, of heat and cold combined, raced through her cunt as Phil fucked 
the shit out of her. She thought of her daughter being pinned down like 
this, of her slim arms and legs tied up while her pussy was reamed out by 
this animal. Poor Christina! And Nancy had thought that somehow she'd be 
able to spare her daughter from some of the evils of the world. 

"UNGNHHHHH!'' she groaned. 

Nancy writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of the hot, 
searing pain that combined with the pleasure of his rodding. That 
blunt-nosed dick tore spasms of unspeakable delight from her. Soon the woman 
was tensing her thighs, raising her buttocks off the carpeted livingroom 
floor and helping him fuck her.. Qhhh, how deliriously evil it was to feel 
the fleshy ridge while her nerve endings transmitted the shape and size of 
that monstrous thing to her overloaded brain. 

"Fuck it out, baby. That's it, bitch, work it out, gobble up my dick with 
your cunt." 

Fuck me, fuck me, Nancy thought to herself, feeling the drag on her cuntlips 
as he pulled back, then shoved all the way in. In and out, in and out, 
faster and faster the big athlete began fucking her. She opened her eyes and 
looked heavy-lidded at the big man. How handsome and strong he was. His dark 
hair hung over his eyes rakishly. Sweat trickled through that thick coating 
of body fur covering his massive chest. He looked like one of those weight 
lifters she'd seen on television. Of course he would have developed pecs, a 
smooth flat belly, thick arms and legs! He was on the school football team, 
one of the best players, she bet. How he was trenching out her hole, 
slipping his meat like an expert in and out of her juicing hole. 

No, no! How could she be thinking something like that? They weren't lovers. 
He was fucking her, raping her the way he'd raped her daughter last night. 
And she could embrace him that way? He'd tied her up. Had she forgotten how 
the ropes were burning her wrists? And those awful clamps were still pinned 
to the edges of her swollen cuntlips. This was no ordinary fuck. 

Nancy gasped, tears, running down her cheeks. She could feel his dock even 
more now. She wondered if he was close. His breathing was irregular, 
shallow. But it had been that way all through the fucking scene. 

"Fuck, fuck," he chanted, his eyes staring down at her, glistening with 
excitement. 

He was chanting in time to the attacks of his dick. He rammed her again and 
again, angling his body a little, making sure his rod kept touching her 
clit. Nancy thought she was going to piss from excitement! She was being 
fucked by her husband all over again. She pictured him towering over her, 
his fat cock hammering her clit until sparks seemed to shower into her cunt, 
threatening to set her on fire! It was the same thing all over again! She 
moved her hips from side to side, feeling his cock first touch one, then the 
other, never leaving contact with her sparking clit. Juice wet the carpet 
under her buttocks. 

Phil looked down, watching his cock pulling the thin, soft inner ridges of 
her pussy out as far as possible, then shoving them back in when he fucked 
down. The full length of his wet, shining cock was gobbled up whole by the 
maw of Nancy's hot cunt. The woman's mind sank into a dim haze of 
semi-consciousness. She'd missed this for so long. Even now being brutally 
raped Nancy realized what she'd been depriving herself of. Yes, fucking, 
fucking was wonderful, all that was worth anything in the world! 

"Mmmmmfmmfmfff!" she choked. 

How she wanted to tell him that, throw her arms around his neck and tell him 
that. But no, it wouldn't do any good. He'd only laugh at her and wonder why 
it had taken her this long to figure it out. 

Yes, yes, she gasped to herself, the feeling in her mounting higher with 
each second. It feels soooooo good, the girl thought. 

"Yeah, yeah," Phil said, his hands still flat against the underside of her 
hips. He made her stroke up and down with each movement of his fucking cock. 
"That's the way, baby, move that ass. Move it like you wanna make me cum 
inside you!" 

Nancy felt that sliding dick keep its chugging journey back and forth inside 
her cunt. Her thighs were spread so widely apart they began to cramp. She 
felt him shove his knees a little farther up until they were shoved up hard 
against her buttocks. 

Phil pounded his cock even faster. The white cum was boiling up from his 
balls, packing down in his dickhead. Nancy knew he was about to boil over. 
The same man who had fucked her daughter, who had dumped his spunk in her 
pussy was now going to do the same thing to her. How awful! And yet how she 
wanted to laugh at that thought. Mother and daughter. What a picture he must 
have of this family, a family of sexual perverts! 

"That's it, baby. Shit, I wanna hear you beg for it. Come on, beg for it," 
Phil groaned. 

He stopped fucking her cunt for a second, keeping his rod pressed down 
against her clit while reaching down and pulling the shorts out of her 
mouth. Nancy gasped for breath, spitting out some of the line. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, God, what are you doing to meeeeeeeee?" she cried, coughing and 
choking at the same time. 

"Fuckin' you, bitch, Fuckin' you 'til you can't stand it no more," he 
answered, starting his fucking all over again. 

Nancy cried out, jerking at her hands, wishing she could pull them free so 
she could rake her nails down his humping back. 

Slowly, gradually, the big athlete worked Nancy back up to fever pitch. Soon 
the woman was going insane with sensation. She felt as if there were a 
hundred cocks fucking her, each one having a claim to her clit. How could 
she have gone on all these years without having done something about 
fucking? God, raising her daughter had done little good for her pussy. And 
all that effort seemed wasted, now with Christina running on the streets, 
her ass as hot as a bitch dog in heat. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, slow it down, mamma, I don't wanna pop off right now," he 
groaned. 

She felt Phil's fingers sliding down, gripping her asscheeks harder now, 
pinching the soft, white resilient flesh. Nancy wanted to feel him all over, 
feel his scratchy chest hairs tickling her nipples, feel those powerful 
thighs hammering against her upturned buttocks, feel his arms encircling her 
waist, drawing her oh so close to his crotch while he fucked her cunt black 
and blue! 

He was using his forefinger to slide down into her juice-slicked buttcrack. 
It felt so deliciously evil. Few people had touched her back there . . . and 
they had been doctors and nurses. No, she never let her husband play with 
her asshole. That had been something she refused to do. No ass fucking, no 
ass playing. But now she was twisting in her bonds, hoping he'd do something 
deliciously evil to her. She raised her ass up a little, giving him more 
room to play. 

Nancy knew she should have protested, cried out, gasped with pain when she 
felt that calloused fingertip moving around the gray/pink wrinkled flesh of 
her shitter lips. But instead she held her breath, her face becoming a mask 
of terrible concentration. How could she ignore that finger as it toyed with 
her shitter, threatened to jab its way into her asshole and give her 
pleasures unheard-of . . . at least, by her. 

"HUHHGHHHHHHHH ..." she cried. 

Nancy tensed, wallowing her shoulders against the carpet. The big young 
athlete had slipped his right forefinger up into her asshole all the way to 
the second joint! Hot flashes of delight shot out from her shit-chute to all 
parts of her body. How strange! It made her clit so hot, so ticklish, just 
as if she were taking a spicy shit! He wriggled his finger around, scraping 
the sides of her asshole with his jagged nail. Then the young man began 
fucking her with it, moving it in and out, timing the fucking movements with 
those of his cock. 

Nancy was going wild! She closed her eyes, sucked in her lower lip and bit 
down hard. She was being fucked with two cocks. Yes, how delicious that 
would be, being reamed by two dicks . . . one up her cunt, the other tearing 
the hell out of her asshole! Nancy felt her body quaking, exploding with a 
wild shower of sparks and stars as the first of what would be many 
pre-orgasmic explosions tore through her cunt. 

"Oh, baby, don't make it yet. No way, we got a long time to play, right? A 
long time till Chrissy comes home and finds you all tired and fucked out, 
right?" 

Nancy couldn't answer. Her voice was lost somewhere in her tortured soul. 
She made gagging, coughing sounds, drool oozing from the corners of her 
mouth. The woman felt Phil slow his fucking down. Yes, he had to be close, 
so close to stopping that maddening, chugging journey of his fat rod. 

"No, no, don't . . . don't stop," Nancy cried shamelessly. 

What was she saying? Oh, God, it was as if she were begging her executioner 
to keep on with the torture. But she couldn't keep herself from begging him. 
No, it was impossible not to plead to keep his rod fucking her. Nothing made 
sense to her anymore. All she wanted, all she needed was stuffed inside her 
twisting, begging body. Dickmeat, inches and inches of dickmeat-that was all 
she desired. And Phil was slowly pulling it out, watching her cuntal mound 
twitch and quiver as inch after juice-slicked inch slipped from the grip of 
her tense, eager pussylips. 

Nancy rolled her head from side to side, unable to take much more of this 
awful teasing. He was pumping in an inch, pulling out two, pumping in one, 
pulling out two, always making sure his rod touched the slick, rounded 
bottom of her clit. The woman's nostrils flared, her lungs burned with the 
air she sucked in to feed her body. Cock! Cock! She needed cock! And there 
he was pulling it away from her, taking away what she needed to survive. 

"Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she screamed in desperation. 

How the walls echoed her shameless words. Phil only laughed at her, glad 
he'd turned her from the reluctant housewife into a shrieking sex-hungry 
bitch. But he had other plans for the woman. 

"What are you doing?" she moaned. 

"You're gonna get a real treat, baby. Ain't too many who can take it up the 
ass. But I'll bet you're gonna be beggin' for more by the time I get through 
with you." 

"No, no, don't do anything . . . anything to my . . . my behind," she said, 
feeling her face flush up red once more with embarrassment. How odd she 
could feel any sense of shame or guilt now. 

Phil laughed. 

"Don't be so formal. We're friends now, right? You, me and Chrissy, all 
friends. You know my dick, both of you. And hell, you're both gonna know it 
real well before I'm through today." 

The words weren't registering well with Nancy at this point. All. she knew 
was that her cunt was on fire, her asshole was still being fingered, and he 
was talking about fucking her in the butt. 

"No, no, I can't take . . . take it here," she gasped. 

But Phil wasn't paying any attention to her. She felt his big paw-like hands 
grip her thighs and roll her over after he'd withdrawn from her with a 
squishy pop. Nancy tried spreading her legs farther apart, stiffening them 
to stop the move. But of course all moves were futile. He only hit her hard 
on the thighs, threatening to beat her face if she tried resisting him any 
more. 

In the end there was little she could do but give in. She felt her tits 
pillow her body, flattening out as she rolled onto the belly. The thick 
piling of the livingroom carpet scratched her tense, aching pussy 
deliciously. While she waited for the ultimate humiliation, Nancy moved her 
thighs from side to side, feeling the woolly carpet tickling the slick 
undersides of her inner cuntlips, scratching her quaking clit. More juice 
seeped from her hole as another pre-orgasmic spasm passed through her cunt. 
Oh, when would she feel the big one? When would she feel the climax that 
would send her sailing into hundreds of golden clouds, the way it used to be 
with her husband? Phil was purposely holding her back, teasing her, making 
sure that when she came it would be with one hell of a bang! 

"Hold still!" he snapped. 

Nancy stopped her wriggling. She felt one hand lift a hip to guide the cock 
into her ass. 

"Unghhh . . . tight," he commented, wriggling in two fingers and moving them 
around. 

Nancy raised her butt, angling it up, squeezing her sphincter instinctively 
to drive out the probing fingers. Phil slapped her asscheeks again and again 
with the flat of his left hand, reddening those globes while stimulating her 
clit even more. 

"No, don't . . . don't ..." Nancy pleaded. 

Phil stared at those red, finger-shaped marks on the white flesh of her 
buttocks, then dropped his face in between the fleshy globes. 

"OHHHHH!" the woman cried, her fingers fanning out and clawing at the 
carpeting. Her eyes widened while her lower jaw slackened. A low, groaning 
sound tore from her throat as she felt his mustache tickle the sensitive 
area around her shit-chute. 

"Mmmmfggghhh!" he growled, spearing his tongue into her dark, musky hole. 

Phil licked Nancy's crack until it was wet all over with his saliva. Then he 
stuck his tongue stiff and straight into her hole. He churned it around like 
a giant spoon, making the woman arch her back like a cat in heat, yowling 
for satisfaction. 

The cord was chafing her wrist flesh even more. Before she knew what was 
happening she felt her ass opening right up. Phil clamped his mouth down on 
her hole and started sucking. Nancy had never felt anything like that before 
in her life. It was beyond the realm of sexual fantasy. She screamed, 
twisting her head around and biting her upper arm. All the marvelous things 
he was doing with his lips and tongue drove the woman wild. 

"HUHHHHRRRRR! HUHHHHRRRRR! HUHHHHRRRR!" she howled. 

Nancy sounded like some wild animal. What was happening between her 
jiggling, reddened buttocks was unreal. Phil was kissing his mouth up her 
hole. Before she knew it, he had every inch of his twitching tongue poked up 
her ass, ramming it in and out like a cock. 

That was it! Of course, he was warming her up, getting her ready for his fat 
meat. She wanted to scream to him to stop, to take out his tongue, not to 
fuck her in the butt. But all she could do was breathe hard and heavy and 
wish he would play with her clit, still drinking in the forbidden delights 
created by his tongue up her butt! 

"Ahhhhh, baby. You're gonna be fun, I can tell that. Shit, there ain't too 
much you can't do, I'll bet," Phil commented. 

Phil pulled his tongue out ,of her spread-open hole. He looked at her 
asscheeks, now slicked down with his spit, saliva dribbling out of her 
asshole. He went back down to her shit-ter, using his big hands to force her 
buttocks farther apart. Nancy felt his tongue moving down from her licked 
shit-chute, down to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Yes, he was 
tonguing her there, shoving his nose against her asshole while lapping up 
her juices from her pussy! It was the wildest feeling ever! 

"Yeah, yeah, gonna butt-fuck you now, mamma. Gonna stick my rod up your 
shitter!" 

Phil's voice broke with emotion as he shoved his fingers up once more, 
twisting them around in her asshole. Nancy grunted with the effort, closing 
her eyes and getting ready for the pain that was bound to follow. 

"Okay, bitch, gonna give it a try." 

That was all he said. He spread her ass wide open with both hands, leaning 
forward, his knees shoving against hers. Soon Nancy could feel his cockhead 
touching her buttocks, slipping down, down her asscheeks until it was 
touching her shitter. She shivered, clawing at the carpet as her breathing 
grew shallow, uneven. 

"Take it, bitch, take it all!" 

He was pushing down, the fat dickhead shoving hard against her spit-slicked 
asshole. Nancy made growling sounds, closing her eyes, trying to make her 
sphincter relax. She could already feel some pain as his dick head began 
working its way between her wrinkled shitterlips. Slowly, gradually, the 
protective tiny muscles around her asshole were giving way, surrendering to 
the merciless onslaught. Phil grunted above her, letting out a rush of air 
and sucking in a deep breath. The woman felt his thighs tense once more, 
felt the renewed application of force against her asshole. 

The pressure and resulting ache became almost unbearable. And then suddenly 
he was inside her butt, the fat cockhead buried all the way in while the 
shaft was slowly slipping down into her bowels. With a howl of defeat Nancy 
felt those tiny muscles give in. 

Chapter Seven 

"NNGHHHH!" she gasped through her tightly clenched teeth, a shock of pain 
and pleasure searing her brain. It was as if someone were ramming a hot bar 
of steel up her bowels. 

The blonde twisted, feeling her slick pussylips move over the scratchy 
carpet. The wet piling greased over her thighs, adding to the general 
delight that overrode any feelings of guilt at this moment. Nancy fanned her 
toes out until they cramped, clawing at the carpeting, tugging at the 
clothes line still chafing her wrists. Yes, oh, yes, she loved this, loved 
feeling his balls settling over her butt-crack, loved feeling that fat head 
easing down into her shitter, hacking out a new fuck path. And the way his 
hairy legs scratched over the backs of hers, the way his arms pressed in 
against her shoulders-it all made her shiver with delight. Even that initial 
pain was disappearing, merging with pleasure in an odd way. 

"UGHHHH," Phil gasped, pulling out again, then shoving back in. 

"UGHHHHHH!" Nancy echoed, turning her head and biting the carpeting. 

She spat out the piling, gasping for air, feeling as if her buttocks were on 
fire. His fingers fanned out on her cheeks, the calloused tips pressing hard 
against the smooth white flesh. He kneaded her buttocks roughly, pulling 
them widely apart while he rocked his hips from side to side. She could feel 
his cock better that way. Instinctively Nancy slid her hips in a counter 
rhythm, the result driving them both half mad with sensuality. 

"Shit, mamma, you're one hell of a fuck. Christ, can't say that enough, can 
I? You could teach your daughter a couple of tricks. But she's too fuckin' 
young to know everything now, ain't she? Give her a couple . . . ughhhhh ... 
a couple of weeks and . . . OHHHHHH, FUCK!" 

"Ohhhhhh!" Nancy groaned. 

She felt his dick jerking inside her shitter, twitching as it had earlier in 
her cunt. Nancy heard Phil puffing behind her. Her pussy fluttered, feeling 
like a furnace of slippery heat. A fresh flood of pussyjuice wet her 
cuntlips, soaking down the itchy carpeting underneath. He pulled all the way 
out without warning, his head jerking and throbbing inches above her 
asshole. 

"NOOOOO!" she screamed in protest. 

The woman clenched her teeth tightly, raising her butt, wagging it back and 
forth like a tail. She needed that dick inside her, stretching her bowels, 
making her pussy flutter so deliciously! 

"Goddamned slut!" Phil growled. 

Then he shoved his cockhead back in. Nancy yelped, her body twitching as if 
someone had touched it with a live electric wire. She felt the blunt head 
pressing against her asshole, then slipping in with a squishy sound. Sharp 
jolts of pain tore at her. But this time the fucking wasn't as bad as the 
initial penetration. In a second, her butt was used to that hammering head 
again. 

Nancy's cunt almost cried out, wanting to feel that cockhead in her pussy. 
She wanted to feel that hard thing reaming out her fuckhole, not her ass. 
And yet how good it was sliding back and forth, teasing her clit by 
stimulating it and still not touching that tiny nerve-rich organ. 

Phil backed away, arching his back while driving his rod in harder. Nancy 
felt the obscene slickness of his dick skin against her asshole. She 
shivered, consciously easing the tight grip of her ass on the head. The big 
athlete lay back down on top of her, biting the back of her neck while 
reaching around. Nancy squirmed, moving her ass back toward the hairy belly 
rubbing over her buttocks. He was reaching up to her tit, feeling the hard, 
rubbery nipple, squeezing it again until she yelped. 

"Lousy slut!" 

"Stop calling me names!" the woman protested. 

But she loved it. The more he humiliated her, the more she craved the same. 
Nancy found herself moving her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow 
invasion of the hard cock in her ass hurt still. But slowly her rising 
sexuality was numbing the little pain that remained. 

"Unnghhhh!" 

It was splitting her wide open. But that delicious pain was making her clit 
throb like a struck tuning fork. The wide cockhead seemed to go on forever. 
Nancy wept, but this time her tears were those of delight as well as of 
pain. 

"UGHHHH!" the woman cried again. 

Twisting around she saw that another thirty minutes had passed! Oh, God, 
would it always go on like this? She wanted it to. Yes, she wanted him to 
fuck her all afternoon, driving his dick up her ass, down her cunt, even 
into, her mouth. Her arms and legs spasmed. Phil was increasing the speed of 
his ass fucking. Nancy bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now. The wild 
motions of that rigid bar of cockmeat in her ass was taking over all her 
thoughts. She shoved her buttocks toward him, sliding them up, looking for 
more satisfaction from the obscene sucking in her shit chute. 

"Yeah, baby, keep that ass movin'. Mmmmm, feels good wigglin' like that over 
my fuckin' balls." 

Phil paused, then shoved farther in. Nancy let out a squeak, her pussy going 
into spasms of lust. The folding, slippery ring of her asshole tightened 
around the center of his rod threatening to cut off the blood supply to his 
dickhead. Then it relaxed, repeating that powerful milking action again and 
again until Phil warned he was going to cum if she kept it up. 

"Ohhhh, can't . . . can't help . . . help it," she gasped. 

Nancy was torn both in her buttflesh and her mind. She wrestled her tits 
against his hands, feeling him pinch her nipples cruelly. 

"You're . . . ughhhhh, oh, you're hurting me!" she squealed. 

Phil only grunted with satisfaction, pinching the nipples even harder. He 
rolled them like peas between his fingers, chuckling when the woman screamed 
once more, her body trembling with pain and fear. 

"Take it, baby, take everything I throw at you. Man, you dig it, want more, 
don'tcha?" 

"No, NO!" 

But Nancy knew he was telling the truth. The more excited she became, the 
more he could do to her, the more she wanted from him. The pinching was both 
painful and exciting. Oh, what was happening to her? 

"Unnghhh . . . OWWWWWW!" 

The fat shaft was pistoning faster and faster, in and out of her hole. 
Nancy's rectal nerves were growing more sensitive to the distending of her 
asshole. For a wild second, Nancy thought of a large steel crowbar lodged in 
her shitter, pounding her ass into a liquid mass of burning gasoline. She 
screamed again, clawing at the carpeting, tugging at the clothes line 
binding her wrists. 

Then the steady pressure eased up a bit. She felt Phil's fingers smoothing 
up and down her belly, moving back up to her nipples and smoothing over the 
sore, aching tips. 

Maybe that's all, the woman said to herself, grinding her pussy against the 
carpeting. Even though she was highly excited by all this ass fucking, Nancy 
wasn't sure just how much more she could take. The big muscles of her ass 
cramped several times while her legs ached from the constant pounding of his 
body. She turned her head to one side, sucking in wheezing breaths through 
her nostrils. 

Phil had kept his dick quiet for a few seconds, letting her ass get used to 
peace and quiet. Then he started once more to pull out slowly. Nancy thought 
for a second that he had pulled out a yard of dickmeat from her ass. All her 
guts, she felt, had to be puckering out. Grunting again the woman pressed 
her knees against the carpeting and pushed up with her butt, trying to, ease 
the pulling pressure against her asshole. 

"OOOOOHHHHH!" she moaned. 

She closed her eyes, her mouth forming a wide oval as Phil shoved his rod 
back into her. She pressed her ass back against him, her knees drawing 
together under her shivering belly. The odd sense of being stuffed full in 
her ass was terribly exciting. Oh, was it possible? Was it possible that his 
cock was actually going deeper than before? Nancy inhaled sharply, her moans 
shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his cock seemed to be burrowing 
down into her body, going deeper and deeper until she thought it might 
somehow come through the bottom end of her cunt. 

"Unnghhhhh!" 

How her asshole affected her cunt! The heat from the stimulated nerves in 
her butt bounced off her clit, echoing back even stronger than at first. In 
spite of the pain and humiliation, Nancy wanted more cock in her ass. She 
wished for a while that there could be a crowbar being reamed up her ass 
while Phil's cock could be busily trenching out her soppy cunthole. 

He slammed back again, puckering her in-sides in with his cockhead. After a 
while, the woman thought the lewd sense of suction in her butthole would 
drive her mad. 

"SLUT! BITCH!" he yelled. 

Phil's ass-ripping tempo increased. Nancy squeezed her shitter tight around 
him, trying to drag out more sensuous feelings. She didn't care how much it 
hurt now. The woman wasn't even sure if the feelings she had could be called 
pain any longer. Her entire body was alive to his fucking, twisting, moving, 
jerking with every fucking motion he made. Nancy was an animal, devoid of 
any human thought or feeling. All she could do was shove her violated butt 
high in the air, angling it every which way to increase the wild dragging 
friction driving her mad. 

"Shit!" Phil cried. 

The young athlete was shoving back and forth, speeding his cockstrokes until 
Nancy thought her butthole would catch fire. Her asscheeks jiggled, reddened 
even more with the constant hammering of his groin. How delicious it was, 
feeling those wiry cockhairs tickling her sensitive flesh, feeling his 
leathery balls slapping against the undersides of her buttocks! She moved 
her legs farther apart, loving the sensation of her cuntlips stretching a 
little more from that increased tension. The woman found herself fucking the 
carpeting in a while, trying to catch more of the scratchy piling between 
her shuddering cuntlips. At times she picked up something . . . maybe a 
paperclip somehow embedded at one time in the shag. How good that was, 
stimulating her clit like a tiny dick! 

"Ohhhh!" she groaned. 

Heat knifed into the sides of her shivering clit. As the speed and ramming 
length of Phil's strokes grew, Nancy felt the drag of her cuntlips milk more 
juice from her hole. If only someone would touch her there, feel her pussy 
up and down! 

"UGNHHH! HUHHHHHHRRRRRRR!" Nancy grunted with the effort of keeping up with 
his strokes. All the feeling in her body was focused in on her asshole and 
cunt. 

Then he stopped, his body tensing, shivering hard. Nancy knew what that 
meant. He was close, very close to firing his white-hot spunk into her ass. 
The woman closed her eyes, a feeling of shame and degradation suddenly 
washing over her. In that second's pause, Nancy had a chance to reevaluate 
what was happening to her. How could she have rutted like this in front of 
this young man? It would have been like doing something like this right in 
front of her daughter. The woman bit her lip until she drew blood, glad she 
could inflict some kind of punishment for her horrible behavior. 

Then Phil began again. Little by little he started working back up to speed. 
He would, pull a little farther out, then drive his cock home. Air hissed 
from Nancy's throat as the fucking resumed its wild tempo of before. 
Spreading his knees farther apart, Phil moved down a bit to fuck her more 
intensely. 

"UGHHHHHH!" she gunted. 

Nancy couldn't take much more. He was really hurting her now with the force 
of his fucking blows! The tension of the line binding her wrists to the sofa 
leg was less, Phil knocking her up along the carpet with his ass-ripping 
blows. Again and again his belly slapped against her buttocks, the sounds 
echoing through the large livingroom. He picked up even more speed, fucking 
in and out smoother and smoother. Juice came out fast now from her hole as 
Phil rounded the corner and wound up his fucking spree. 

Nancy could feel his dick actually balloon out, stretching her sensitive 
bowels apart even more. Then the young man fell on top of her, his fingers 
pinching her tits cruelly while his knees dug against the backs of her legs. 
He was shuddering, groaning in one ear, flicking his tongue in and out of 
the tiny waxy canal while his cock sprayed load after load of cum into her 
asshole. 

"UNGHHHHH!'' he groaned. 

The ordeal was over. Even though he was still firing his spunk into her 
shitter Nancy sighed with relief. Relief? That was a strange word for it. 
She still hadn't cum yet. Phil was getting off, dumping his wads of jizz up 
her ass while she lay bound to the sofa, her cunt burning like a flaming 
coal. 

"Ughhhhh, baby, nice . . . real . . . ughhh, real nice," Phil sighed. 

He rolled off her, slapping her butt hard with one hand, rubbing his 
softening dick with the other. 

"You didn't get off, mamma. Too bad," Phil said, laughing softly while 
staring at her. 

Nancy couldn't bear to look at him. His laughing eyes, mocking smile, they 
would all accuse her of the terrible crime she knew she committed. Please, 
God, let him go now! 

"But I ain't had hair-pie for a long time. Maybe I can finish you off. Old 
Joe here," Phil said, rubbing his dick with one hand, "ain't gonna come up 
fast enough for you." 

Nancy cried out, feeling his rough, powerful hands grip her thighs and turn 
her back onto her belly. How her cunt shivered with his touch. She was 
close, very, very close to cum-ming. It wouldn't take much. What was he 
talking about? 

Phil was kneeling between her spread legs, his hands moving up and down her 
white, shivering thighs. When his calloused fingertip drew close to her 
cunt, he stopped, watching her with those lips curled up into a sneer. Nancy 
couldn't help herself. She began clenching her buttocks together, feeling 
the cum slick against her asshole walls, hunching up her pussy at the 
probing digits. How she wanted someone to touch her, to do anything to 
relieve the terrible pressure building in her pussy. 

"Don't . . . I . . . guhhhhhhh, don't . . . don't tease meeeeee ..." 

Her plea ended in a gasp when she watched his head drop into her cuntal 
thicket. She felt his breath tickling through her pussy hairs. And then in 
an instant she could feel his lips brushing over her pussylips, the tongue 
trailing along the outer edges of her labes. How good that was! Nancy closed 
her eyes and let out a shivery moan of delight. Drool oozed from the corners 
of her mouth while she hunched up and down, dancing her ass over the 
carpeted floor. How good it was to feel a man doing that between her legs! 
Her husband had done that often, using his spit to lube her up while he 
forced her to milk his cock and balls. 

"That's good, baby, that's real good. Keep it up, keep it up," Phil said, 
pinching her inner thighs. 

Nancy didn't need encouragement. She was prancing her ass around like a mad 
woman, feeding her hot, juicy pussy in his mouth. When she felt his hot, 
rough tongue licking over her fleshy cuntlips the woman nearly went wild. 
The tense, eager feeling of teetering on the brink of orgasm rushed in on 
her. Soon that wild moment of madness would be on her. Nancy ground her 
teeth, the cords sticking out from her neck. Her face was a mask of pain. 
And yet there was no pain. It was the most intense feeling of pleasure she 
had ever had in her life! Her body was like a giant clit, vibrating, 
throbbing with such delight she thought her heart would surely tear through 
her ribcage! 

When she felt his tongue shoving into her cuntal throat the girl went wild. 
She exploded as he shoved higher and higher, his nose shoving into her clit. 
His tongue was scraping around that narrow, hot passage, sopping up her 
pussy juice. Nancy couldn't take it any more. He was tonguing her clit, 
pushing her buttocks farther apart, letting his thumbs work into her 
cum-slicked asshole while sucking on her clit. Screaming, clawing her 
fingers in the air, tugging at the line still binding her wrists together 
and to the sofa, Nancy came with a violence. Bright lights exploded in front 
of her, making breathing almost impossible. She lay there in awe of her 
body's power, panting, jerking, feeding her pussy up to that wonderful, 
sucking tonguing mouth. At times she could feel her labes trying to hold 
onto that wonderful organ, trying to drag it in as if it were a dick. Nancy 
wished she could be filled with a hard, hot dick right now, feel that wild 
sensation of cum spattering against her cuntal walls. Well, this was far 
better than nothing. Kicking her legs in the air the woman came and came and 
came into Phil's mouth, feeling the world crash in on her cunt. 

When she drifted out of her daze, she found the young man standing over her. 
His hands were on his hips, his dick hanging big and limp down his legs. 

"I oughta leave you like this for Chrissy to find," he said, laughing 
softly. 

Nancy rolled her eyes up again and saw he'd been there for nearly three 
hours! How her wrists ached, chafed horribly by that line. Now the woman 
began to worry about her reputation, about her daughter, about what Phil was 
going to do and say. 

"Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna spoil a good thing. But you say one word 
to Chrissy about this and I'm gonna make sure everybody hears about how you 
drag in young boys and fuck 'em," Phil said, untying the rope. He left 
shortly afterward, leaving the woman alone, naked defeated, sobbing on the 
floor, wondering what on earth she was going to do. 

Chapter Eight 

Christina, of course, didn't find Phil at school. She sighed with relief, 
sneaking into the boys' changing area and making sure the young athlete 
wasn't around. She moved away, looking for her good friend Kathy and found 
her nibbling some cookies in the cafeteria. Classes weren't about to start 
for another half hour. 

"Kathy!" the blonde whispered, putting her books down and leaning forward. 
She felt like some Russian conspirator about to pass on some information. "I 
. . . ughhh, don't know how to say this, but Phil . . .he's crazy. He fucked 
me last night after I left your place." 

The pretty, perky brunette arched her eyebrows, wiping some stray crumbs off 
her lips delicately. She leaned forward also, glancing around to make sure 
no one else heard them. 

"He what?" 

Christina felt her face burning with shame. Kathy was her very best friend 
in the world. But even with her Christina was having a hard time confessing. 
And what was worse when she mentioned Phil, she started thinking about what 
it was like fucking him and felt her clit pop up all over again. He was 
brutal, foul, exciting! When she thought of the way he had held her down, 
hit her, pounded her cunt with that all-man dick of his, the girl shivered, 
feeling her flesh crawl with excitement. Even now Christina found herself 
rubbing her upper arms briskly with her fingers, crossing her legs and 
subtly rubbing her cuntlips against her clit. 

"He . . . fucked me. It was awful," Christina lied, turning her face away, 
afraid Kathy would see the truth burning in them. 

"I . . . ohh, Christina," Kathy said, nervously looking around. No one had 
seen them. 

"He hit me, and then ... I was a virgin, Kathy. And he . . . ohhhh . . . " 

Real tears were flowing down her cheeks now. Christina was crying for a past 
she would never see again. Real anger seethed in her. He'd stolen that from 
her, taken her precious virginity. Now she was a slut, someone no man would 
seriously take. She might as well pack her bags and head for Hollywood, 
peddling her ass on Western Boulevard to make some coins. 

"Well, I guess you should tell somebody. Your mom?" 

Christina's heart stopped. 

"No, she's the last person. Oh, God, she'd throw me out of the house," the 
blonde cried. Yes, she could well imagine her mother pointing her finger and 
kicking open the door. Little did she know, of course, that at this very 
moment Phil was fucking her mother, driving the woman out of her mind with 
his hard rod. 

"I guess you won't tell anyone at school . . . like the principal or 
someone." 

Christina dabbed the tears from her cheeks, shaking her head from side to 
side. 

"Well, I don't know why you expect me to do something, Chrissy. I mean, he 
didn't really hurt you or something, did he?" 

"No," she answered after some pause. He had hit her and knocked her around. 
But the slapping seemed only to enhance their sex play. 

"You're not ... well, forget it," Kathy said, picking up another cookie and 
eating it. She glanced at the wall clock then began gathering up her books. 

"Aren't you going to help me?" Christina asked, surprised at her friend's 
sudden casual behavior. 

Kathy sighed. 

"Look, nobody's gonna take you to the chopping block or something for . . . 
fucking around, just as long as you don't scream about it. Phil's on the 
team and he could be busted for that." 

"But what about me?" Christina whispered, her throat growing hot and tight. 
She thought about his thick-muscled thighs flexing against her legs, driving 
that hard, thick rod into her cunt, rubbing it against her clit until she 
cried for more dick. 

"What about you?" Kathy repeated. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" 

The question made her face turn another darker shade of red. 

"I don't see anything wrong about fucking ... at least, if you both want to. 
I've done it a couple of times and I think it's great," Kathy admitted. 

Christina's eyes widened. She'd never known that about her friend. Shock 
raced through her body. Sure, Christina thought Kathy had gone fairly far 
with some of her dates. But actually fucking? It took her breath away. 

"Don't be so surprised," Kathy sniffed, brushing her hair back. "Lots of 
boys want me." 

"No, it's not that. It's just that, well, I never thought-" 

"That's your problem. You just don't think about it. That's why I never told 
you, I wasn't sure you could handle it. And you're sure not handling it well 
now. Look, Chrissy, I've gotta go to class. We'll talk about it later. But 
it's no big deal," she said, pushing back her chair while gathering up her 
books. 

"Don't you feel guilty?" Christina asked, her fingers growing icy. 

"No, not really," Kathy replied as she stood up and straightened her dress. 

Christina looked briefly around the cafeteria, noticing one or two boys 
smiling openly at Kathy. She wondered if one of them had fucked her friend, 
made her twist and jerk with madness the way she had last night. 

"See you later at lunch," Kathy called back over her shoulder. 

Christina sat at the table alone, her eyes lowered to the table, her mind 
whirling about in confusion. She was sure Kathy would give her some kind of 
perspective on this. But instead her friend just made things more confusing. 

After some time the girl went to classes, her mind wandering through the 
first three. It was when she was in health class that her mind snapped back 
to reality . . . the reality of fucking, of men, of hard cocks and wet, 
pliant cunts ready for hot roddings. 

"Did you hear my question, Christina?" 

The voice cut through the air. The young blonde blinked back into reality, 
her eyes quickly glancing around. Everyone was staring at her, their faces 
lighted up with amusement. It was Phil's coach, Mr. Jack Granger, who was 
teaching the class today. He was talking about various aspects of dating, 
the contents of which Christina found far too close to her own experience. 

"Ughhhh, no, I didn't Mr. Granger," she said, shuffling through her notes. 

"No, I didn't ask a question about last night's homework," he said, his eyes 
sparkling with devilish delight. 

Christina glanced up, feeling a rush of shame soar through her mind. What if 
Phil had told him? She'd heard stories about how the teammates share 
everything with their coaches-even their women. 

"I, what was the question," Christina asked. 

"We were talking about parents' behavior when they learn their children have 
been fooling around . . . having sexual relations with others. Do you think 
it's proper for them to discuss this in the open or hide it?" 

The authoritative voice rolled like a tidal wave over the hushed classroom. 
All eyes were focused in on Nancy ... or so it seemed. The girl could feel 
Mr. Granger's eyes zooming in for a closeup of her body. Or was it just her 
imagination? Was it, her. guilt coloring everything happening around her? 
She could have sworn everyone in the cafeteria knew what she and Kathy were 
talking about. But of course that was impossible! And now this! If she kept 
imagining things like this she'd be seeing doctors soon. 

"I . . . don't have an answer for that, Mr. Granger," Christina said her 
voice growing low, throaty. How could she answer something like that? She 
could well imagine her mother's reaction if she were to tell her what had 
happened to her the night before. Glancing up she saw the way his eyes were 
burning through her clothing. God, how she hated the way he stared at her. 
She felt as if she were naked. And yet there was little she could ignore the 
hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was 
dripping with juice. It had all started in the cafeteria and now was coming 
to a head here in the classroom. 

"I'd like to see you after class," he said, going on with the seminar. 

Nancy sat in horror through the last thirty minutes of class. When the 
others gathered up their books and left, glancing back in amusement at the 
girl, Nancy walked up to the desk in front, feeling like a condemned woman. 

"Let's go to my office downstairs. It's quieter," he said, his eyes meeting 
hers for a second. 

.The girl did nothing, feeling her heart beating like a triphammer. As she 
walked in front of the handsome young coach, she felt heat concentrate in a 
furry bundle between her legs. Her flesh could almost sense heat radiating 
out from him. But he was a teacher. He surely wouldn't take advantage of 
her, even if he knew she was vulnerable. As she stepped into his small 
office and noticed no one was around, the girl felt her tits itching around 
the nipples. Her furry cunt was generating more heat as the swollen hps 
rubbed together. What was that? Had she heard the lock snap shut? She turned 
around. Coach Granger was standing in front of the door, laying his books 
and notebooks down on the desk. 

"Is it about my grades?" she muttered, hoping for the first time it was. 
There was an unmistakable outline of a semi-rigid cock running down his left 
leg. His legs were spread wide, showing off his muscular thighs. As his 
pants pulled tightly over his crotch, the outline of a fat cock bulbed out. 
He might have even been bigger than Phil. 

Nancy's eyes flicked up again and again, focusing in on that interesting 
bulge. 

"Can't keep your eyes off it, can you?" 

Nancy flushed beet red. 

"I ... I don't know what you mean," she gasped, feeling faint with lust, 
with shame. So he had told the coach, told him about how she panted with 
lust, how she practically begged for dickmeat. She could well imagine the 
two of them laughing at her as they rubbed their crotches. Now she was sure 
Mr. Granger wanted into her cunt. 

"Come on, Christina, we both know what you're like. You like . . . like 
cock, don't you?" 

To think a teacher was saying this to her . . . she could have screamed for 
help, called him on the carpet. Once she opened her mouth to yell, but 
nothing came out. Something inside her was calling her a liar, telling her 
how much she wanted this man to fuck her even here in school! Christina felt 
a double jolt of excitement hit her. Mr. Granger moved toward her and 
stopped directly in front of her. His legs were still spread, the outline of 
his cock more obvious than before. 

"Don't say things like that, Mr. Granger. You could get into trouble and-" 

"I don't think you're going to say anything. I was hoping Phil would be 
here. We were planning on a double fuck. Ever think about having two cocks 
into your cunt and ass? Just think about it, Christina, two hard cocks 
reaming you out until-" 

Christina dropped her books, clapping her hands over her ears. This was 
shocking. A 

teacher, someone she was supposed to respect, was saying this to her. What 
was worse was that, he was scratching his crotch suggestively, that roll of 
dickmeat getting longer, thicker, pressing harder against the front of his 
pants. 

"But Phil's not here," he went on, ignoring her surprise. "So, looks like 
I'll have to tap you myself!" 

His words sank into her brain like burning lead. Was he planning to fuck 
her? The blonde backed away, slipping behind the desk. She grabbed the back 
of the wooden chair for support, her pulse racing madly. 

"Nobody's down here, Christina. No one's going to interrupt me until I've 
had your cunt to myself," Jack said, starting to unbutton his shirt. 

Christina's eyes raced around the room, desperately searching around for an 
escape. There was nothing, nowhere she could run. 

"Come on . . . come ..." 

Jack stretched one hand out to her, stepping forward up to the desk. 

"NO!" Christina shouted, shrinking back until she felt her shoulder blades 
touching the wall. 

Jack Granger stopped, pursing his lips, then turning them up into a sneer. 

"Phil told me you kept screaming until he stuck his dick into you. Then you 
couldn't get enough. Guess I'm gonna have to find out for myself," the coach 
said, pulling his shirt off, then sliding his fingers down and unbuttoning 
his trousers. 

"No, oh, how could he have told you . . . told you everything?" she wailed 
as he pushed-' his trousers down to the floor and stepped' from them. His 
fat dick pressed hard against the ribbed pouch of his jockstrap. She could 
see several stray black hairs curling around the elastic keeping his dick 
trapped against his flat, hairy belly. Christina tried breathing normally, 
but her chest and throat were too tight! 

"I won't hurt you . . . too much," Jack said, kicking his trousers to one 
side. 

When she hesitated, Jack moved quickly, grabbing her hair, filling his palm 
with her blonde strands. He jerked her close to him, encircling her waist 
with one thick arm while still pulling back on her hair. He was kissing the 
base of her throat, his lips creating such wild thrills while his hair 
tugging brought tears to her eyes. How odd it was having both those 
reactions. 

"Yeah, nice and hot. Come on," he said, bending his face down to hers. When 
he tried kissing her Christina panicked, biting his lips and tongue then 
jerking away when he snapped back and howled. 

"Little slut!" Jack growled, putting his fingers to his mouth and checking 
his lips and mouth for blood. There was none. His eyes glittered with anger. 
Christina saw him raising a hand. She tensed, retreating back to the wall. 

Her eyes were wide, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. If only 
someone would come down here-a janitor, a lost student, someone she could 
shout out to for help. But there was no one, not even a rat! 

"NO!" she screamed. 

She saw his hard-on, saw the dickhead push up a little beyond the top of the 
pouch containing his cock and balls. His eyes reminded her of a hungry 
dog's. As she trembled, terrified, he smiled more broadly. His lips pulled 
back, revealing a double row of white, sparkling teeth. He was enjoying 
this, loving every second of it as she trembled against the wall of his 
office. 

"No!" Christina shouted again, trying to flatten herself. "No what?" 

With that Jack brought his hand down. The report of the slap and her 
resultant scream were muffled by the small room they were in. The force of 
that blow sent Christina spinning around, letting the girl find herself 
facing the wall, her arms stretched over her head, her fingernails clawing 
at the smooth cold plaster. In a second he was on top of her, his fingers 
tearing at her dress. 

"NO!" she shouted again, twisting around, trying to stop him. But it was 
futile. Jack said he was going to rip the dress off her if she didn't take 
it off. Sobbing, holding back the tears, the young blonde teen did as she 
was told. She whimpered, the smell of the instructor's pepperminty breath 
making her sick. She was sure he would be brutal without any conscience. He 
was going to fuck her without thinking twice about it. If Phil had been 
there there would have been two of them pawing her, beating her, fucking 
her. At least there was something to be grateful for. 

Jack let her cry for a moment after she'd slipped off her panties and bra, 
laying them carefully on top of her dress. She crossed her arms, feeling 
terribly naked and ashamed there in the office. The tug of her tits against 
her chest excited her more than she'd have thought. 

The sound of material scraping over flesh brought her back to reality. Mr. 
Granger had stepped out of his jockstrap. He was holding it loosely in one 
hand now, dangling it in front of her nose. She screamed, jerking back, 
having smelled something terribly strong. It was his cock juice, the odor of 
which triggered her into heat. 

"Phil said you dig all kinds of shit. That's good. There aren't too many 
young girls around here who like that sort of thing," Jack said, grabbing 
her by the arm and pulling her close. 

Chrstina whimpered when the big instructor shoved the jockstrap against her 
face, rubbing the smelly pouch over her nose and lips, then forced her to 
open her mouth. He shoved it down her throat. The blonde teen gagged, spit 
dribbling down her chin. She bent backwards, trying to jerk her head away 
from the awful thing. But Jack kept stuffing the jockstrap into her mouth 
until only the elastic waistband remained outside. He laughed, his fingers 
roaming freely over her body. At times she could feel his hot dick bounce 
against her thighs. How awful, how terrible he was treating her, a student, 
a minor in his care! 

"Oh, yeah, you're gonna burn my dick and balls up with that cunt," Jack 
said, smoothing his fingers over her hairy pussymound. 

Christina groaned, feeling her cuntal walls buckle in from sexual heat. Yes, 
she was more than ready for sex play. But with her teacher? Stories were 
around about how some of the teachers seduced their students. But those were 
mostly stories . . . or so Christina had thought up to now. Now she was 
twisting in Mr. Granger's hands, feeling his fingers roam up and down her 
pussy while his dick edged up her thighs toward her swelling cuntlips. 

Chapter Nine 

"Come on." 

Mr. Granger had her on the floor now, having slapped her twice when she 
thought she heard someone coming down the stairs and started screaming 
through the jockstrap. For a second Christina thought the young coach was 
going to kill her with his fists. She wailed, trying to keep her face out of 
the way while his hands assailed her body. 

Then he pushed her down on the floor with a giant shove, the movement 
knocking the wind from her. Jack left her there for a few seconds, leaning 
back over the desk and reaching into the center drawer. There he found a 
roll of adhesive tape he pulled out. Taking a twelve-inch strip off the 
young man fastened his jockstrap tightly in her mouth with that sticky band, 
wrapping it tightly around the back of her head. Christina sobbed, breathing 
heavily through flared nostrils. Her eyes were wide while sweat beaded her 
forehead. How could she know her mother was currently going through nearly 
the same kind of torture? Coach and student were closer than she could have 
thought. 

"Mmmmmfffff!" Christina sobbed, her back pressed against the front of her 
wooden desk. Her fists were clenched, pressed against the floor. The young 
blonde teen felt anger, resentment, fear and excitement all whirling about 
in her confused mind. When Jack edged up to her, his fat cherry-tipped cock 
wagging in her face, the girl could smell his crotch, smell the sour, 
pungent odor of his groin washing over her. Christina turned her head, 
closing her eyes while feeling the slick folds of her pussy wriggle against 
one another. Oh, she was such a slut! She couldn't keep her mind off her 
pussy! Maybe Kathy was right. Maybe she was making too much of sex. But was 
she making too much of being forcibly held in the office here, gagged, ready 
to be raped? 

He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking his hairy, thick-muscled 
thighs. How she loved seeing those big legs, that flat washboard belly, that 
massive chest with those well-formed hard pecs bulging behind his nipples. 
Yes, if she had to be fucked, she would want to be fucked by someone like 
Jack or Phil. If only they wouldn't be so intent on this brutality. 

Christina could feel her tits swell, the nipples taut, straining, wanting to 
be touched, to be sucked. A hard spasm slammed through her cunt, making her 
clit tingle as if someone were touching it. She sucked in a particularly 
deep breath, moving her thighs back and forth, trying to rub her cuntlips 
against the tiny sex spindle. She realized now that her entire body was 
alive, quivering with excitement, ready to be touched, loved, fucked. 

Jack seemed to see this as well. 

Dropping her eyes to his cock and balls once more she saw them rising in 
their leathery sac, drawing tight to the dickroot. Droplets of pre-cum oozed 
out of his piss-slit, hanging in strings toward the floor. Christina 
shivered. She still couldn't shake the odd, slightly embarrassing, feeling 
of sitting there stark naked, juicing with excitement in front of a man who 
was supposed to be her teacher! It made her want to laugh and cry at the 
same time. 

Jack raised his right hand again, poising it over his head again. Christina 
cringed, scream- 

ing through the spit-soaked jockstrap. Then it came down, cutting through 
the thickening air, striking her hard enough to daze her. Christian's head 
snapped to the left, her long blonde hair washing over her face. One leg 
folded over the other as she rolled half over, then slipped back onto her 
buttocks.- 

"Good," he breathed, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around her hair. 
The young girl groaned, jerking her hands up and clawing her nails at his 
wrists. He was dragging her around the office by the hair. At times the girl 
thought he was going to snatch her bald. Once Christina tried holding onto 
the desk with her hands. But Jack only laughed at her efforts, calling her 
more vicious names and tugging at her hair so hard that in the end she had 
to let go. 

When he let go and placed her onto a small throw rug near the door, 
Christina yelped through the athletic supporter, instinctively raising her 
arms to protect her tits. He knocked them aside, jerking her wrists apart. 
Christina's tits bounced, the hard, dark-red tips glowing and stiff. 

In an instant, Jack was on his knees, still holding her painfully by the 
wrists. He shoved his face against her boobs, opening his mouth and sucking 
hard at the tit tips. 

He was biting her, tearing at the hardened, twitching nipples then sucking, 
flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth all the while. 

How strange it was that that vile harsh treatment was sending knives of 
delight through her body. As her terror mounted, sweat trickled down her 
belly. He was mounting her, his sweat running down her chest and stomach. 
The wetness ran into her cuntal crack and mixed with her pussy oil. The 
sudden sensation was like having a fist aimed directly at her clit. It 
knocked the wind out of her. Instinctively Christian's thighs flexed, her 
butt raised off the floor. She pressed her belly against his, silently 
begging him for dickmeat. 

"You wanna get fucked, eh, baby? Man, you wanna get some hot cockmeat into 
her pussy to take care of that little itch, eh?" 

She would have told him yes. As shameless as it was, she needed his dick, 
wanted to have that fat thing spreading her cuntal walls open, drilling into 
her until she couldn't talk. Instead she groaned through the wet cotton 
material, flexing her thighs, feeling her clit burn like a tiny glowing 
jewel. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you so fuckin' hard you ain't gonna be able to 
piss for a week," Jack threatened, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. He 
kept sucking her tits, going from one nipple to the other, his front teeth 
nibbling at the sensitive flesh while his cock bounced dangerously close to 
her juicing fuck-slot. Christina wanted that mouth on her thighs. She wanted 
to feel his teeth bruising her muscles. She needed those sharp, cut- 

ting teeth on her clit, tearing at her, making her cum so hard she wouldn't 
be able to cum again for weeks. 

What could she be thinking of? She sounded much like Jack and Phil, wanting 
violence, needing it to intensify her sexual feelings. Christina shook her 
head violently from side to side, feeling Jack's heavy breathing against her 
throat. 

The girl pulled back, whimpering with fear while Jack tightened his grip on 
her wrists. He held her prisoner with one hand while dropping the other 
between her legs. He forced them wider, cupping her crotch. 

Without thinking, Christina thrust her crotch down, imbedding his thick 
thumb in her hot, wet pussy. How hot, how chilly, how delicious it felt 
having his rough fingers playing with her pussy and inner thighs. She was 
squirming her ass on the carpet, bouncing it on his hand, wiggling on his 
probing fingers like an obscene puppet while more and more juice slicked 
down his fingers. 

"MMMGMHFHHF!" she mumbled through the jock strap. 

Jack grunted, satisfied at the girl's lewd performance. He shoved his thumb 
in at an angle, finding her swollen clit easily. Bending his thumb the young 
coach crushed the tiny sex organ under his nail. 

Christina thought the world had blown apart. She's never known such pain or 
ecstasy as at that moment. Bright lights popped in front of her while a 
shock of pain shot through her pussy and tits. The cords stood out from her 
neck while more sweat slicked down her belly. Her tits rolled together, 
slapping loudly, then jiggled apart while she bent her knees and tried to 
fold one leg protectively over the other once again. 

"Bitch!" he spat. 

She was panting now, neck veins distended. She fought to stay conscious. 
Jack was not saying anything now. Christina doubted he could form any words. 
He looked like an animal, his eyes glazed over with lust, his face red, 
sweaty, his breaths coming in short, uneven pants. He pulled his hand out of 
her cunt, the sound resembling a muted sucking noise. With a growl the young 
man threw her on her back. He couldn't wait any more. 

Christina struck the back of her head against the floor. She clenched her 
thighs, feeling the electricity in her slit become more highly charged then 
ever. The terror receded in her, replaced by something far more powerful, 
stronger even than what she'd felt earlier with Phil. Perhaps it was the 
same feeling, completely unleashed now, running rampant in her body and mind 
now that Jack was crawling over her, dragging his donkey dick over her 
thighs. 

Jack lowered himself on her belly, prying her legs apart with rough fingers. 
Christina closed her eyes, tears oozing from under the lids. Her mouth was 
still pried open by that filthy jockstrap. She had to swallow hard several 
times to keep from choking on her own spit. A pulse leaped through her 
throat. Her jaw tightened while she felt her nipples swelling even more. 
Spasms of wild lust attacked her cunt while a whirling ball of sexual hunger 
grew and grew. A strange buzzing sound echoed through her head as Jack began 
his fucking. 

She could feel something terribly hot burrowing through her tangled blonde 
cunthairs. It was plowing a path, sliding on a thick slick of cuntjuice. 
Then the girl felt the grooved head touch the bottom junction of her 
pussylips. How she wanted it inside her! Christina rocked her hips to the 
right, then to the left, groaning as that subtle motion rubbed her labes 
against her clit and sent a rain of sparks into her convulsing pussy. 

Jack pushed his knees up higher until they were nearly touching her 
buttocks. He shoved them apart, angling his crotch down, dragging his dick 
up until it was poised directly over her jagged slick slit. 

Christina threw her head back, feeling her eyes roll up into her head. He 
drove his fat rod in at once, burying the whole eight thick inches of his 
cock with one powerful stroke. 

For a instant the young blonde thought he had split her apart. She was still 
nearly a virgin, her cunt tight. And yet all the powerful juicing she had 
been doing the past few minutes made his fucking easy. The force of his fuck 
sent shock waves through her pussy, waves that echoed through her tortured 
body into her tits and belly. It made her head ache and her brain numb. 

Yes, he was all the way in her fuck hole, imbedded to the base of his shaft. 
She could feel his balls resting against her upturned buttocks. He had 
stretched her wide open, grunting like a pig. Then he pulled back until only 
the head was caught in the grip of her pussy, slamming forward against with 
a grunt. 

He was fucking her harder and faster. As he savaged her that way the 
scalding pain corkscrewed into something far greater, something she wanted 
to keep on going for a long time. As he rode her Christina found herself 
tightening up, clutching this pounding dick. Jack panted heavily, snapping 
his head from side to side to knock the hair from his eyes. 

"Baby, yeah, bitch, you're . . . ughhhh . . . you're gonna make me . . . 
ohhhhhh, yeah, make me cum!" 

Cum? No, no, he couldn't cum! She wasn't ready for it. She could feel 
herself tightening up, getting ready for the big blast. But it was far too 
soon for her to reach orgasm. If only she could tell him, scream something 
through that terrible gag, tell him to slow down. She wouldn't be able to 
make it with him, And didn't he want to have that, have her bucking and 
twisting and screaming through that spit-soaked jockstrip while he dumped 
his load of spunk down her pussy? 

"Shit, yeah, oh', yeah," Jack panted, stopping his pistoning for a second. 
His body was shivering greatly while he closed his eyes. She looked up, 
watching his jaw tremble. Yes, he was trying to hold back, keep from popping 
off while holding his dick still in her cunt. Christina could feel that hard 
rod jerking inside her, banging against the sides of her pussy. How the 
juice boiled inside her cunt, bubbling out around the sides of his cock, 
slicking down her buttocks, trickling into her asscrack and shitter! This 
had to be one of the best feelings in the world. The scratchy piling of the 
large throw rug even felt good against her shoulders and back. 

"UNGHHHHH." she groaned through the gag. 

Jack was starting his fucking again. Soon both of them were colliding over 
and over. Greedily the young woman threw her crotch up, wanting more and 
more stimulation, wanting to feel all those inches of dick ramming her, 
touching her clit, filling her pussy to the hilt. 

She felt his balls slapping wildly against her bouncing asscheeks. They were 
filled with cum, burning with lust, ready to dump their load into her 
willing hole. Her thighs muscles tensed while her ass bounced merrily on the 
throw rug. Grunting through the jockstrap, the young girl was ready now to 
cum, ready to cut it loose. She was impaling her cunt willingly, hotly on 
his rod. She slammed her belly into him, wanting to feel his jizz boiling up 
into her cunt. 

The globs of cum came out like white-hot bullets, spattering hard against 
her cuntal walls. The sensation of jizz filling her hole triggered 
Christina's powerful orgasm. She screamed through the cotton material, 
tossing her head from side to side. It seemed she couldn't get enough oxygen 
to feed her twisting, plunging body. The girl threw up her legs, then 
snapped them tightly around Jack's humping body. She beat the balls of her 
feet against his kidneys, riding the big stud like a cowboy. More and more 
jizz shot out, frothing from her hole and dripping down her dancing 
buttocks. It was the biggest, hardest cum of her life! 

"BITCH. BITCH!" he shouted. 

Jack was still pumping his rod in and out of her sloshed hole. The wet, 
sucking sounds it made reminded the girl of a stick in the mud. The young 
woman held onto him as he kept driving his dick up her slit, spilling out 
the last of his cum. Then he shuddered, lying heavily on top of her, resting 
his chin in the nape of her neck while pinching her sweaty white flesh. 

The two of them lay together for some time, trying to regain their 
breathing. When Jack finally calmed down he edged back, supporting his torso 
by placing both hands on either side of her shoulders. 

"Man, Phil was right. You're like a wild woman," Jack said, wiping saliva 
from his mouth with the back of one hand. "I've had most of the cheerleaders 
around here . . . most of 'em that's worth havin', anyway," he added, 
smirking at her. 

Christina felt a chill sweep over her. He and Phil and God only knows how 
many others had a sweet little thing going for them. They were all in 
cahoots, like members of some club. And they were having themselves a ball, 
helping themselves to any co-ed they wanted, especially if she was connected 
somehow with the athletic department. And with girls like Kathy around 
"recruiting" new fuck meat, they'd never had to worry about supply. 

"And don't think tellin' the principal's going to help you," the coach said, 
seeing her thoughts in her eyes. "We've got that all planned out. Why don't 
you talk to your mother first. We've been . . . talking to her for some time 
now." 

Her mother? Christina shivered. What did her mother have to do with this? 
For the first time the blonde teen thought of her mother in a completely 
different light other than being the stoic Victorian. Could it be they were 
fucking her mother too? She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to 
side. No, that was too ridiculous, too awful to think about. 

Footsteps! Both of them tensed. Christina didn't want anyone to find her 
like this now. She clenched her fingers into tight fists, feeling shame and 
horror wash over her and Jack pulled his flaccid dick out of her cunt and 
edged up to the door. The footsteps were growing louder. Someone was 
purposely coming to the coach's door. She drew back, reaching for her dress, 
draping it over her naked body just as Mr. Granger unlocked the door and 
cracked it open. 

"Phil! Good. You're late." 

Christina felt her flesh crawl. Phil! Here! Now they'd never let her go. 

"Yeah, I was over at-" 

He stepped inside the office, tilted his head back slightly and sniffed the 
evaporated cunt juice that hung like perfume in the air. Drop-ing his gaze, 
he noticed Christina sprawled on the floor, her dress covering her tits and 
pussy. 

"You take care of the ... uh, problem? I wasn't sure if you were going to or 
not today," Mr". Granger said, scratching his cock and balls while Phil shut 
the door and bolted it shut. 

"Yeah. She's just as hot as this one. Not as tight, but man, more 
experienced. You oughtta take a trip over there some time and try 'er out." 

Christina screwed up her face. She didn't want to know who they were talking 
about. The young girl had an idea of who it was, but she didn't want to hear 
the name mentioned by these two horrible men. 

"We're got 'em sewed up for our little harem," Jack said, smirking. "I just 
came. It's gonna be a little while before-" 

"Hey, ain't nobody comin' down to the athletic room for a while," Phil said, 
an idea dawning on him. "Let's fool around with 'er, then both fuck her 
later." 

Fool around? What were they talking about? It was getting late. Surely 
someone would be coming down here. And then Christina remembered the 
assembly the school was having in the auditorium about now. Everyone was 
expected to attend. Something about a blood drive for the Red Cross. 
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was two o'clock. Another hour to go. She 
shuddered when she thought about what Jack and Phil could do in an hour. 

Chapter Ten 

Nancy lay on the sofa, one leg draped over the edge, the other extended, 
rubbing back and forth over the scratchy material of the bottom cushion. She 
was breathing deeply through her mouth, her eyes opened and staring at the 
ceiling. 

One hand moved in circular motions over her belly, the fingertips sliding 
close to her cuntal hairs. A smile was on her face. Her hair fanned out 
behind her head on a cushion. 

What a terrible, awful, wonderful thing had happened to her! Yes, he had 
hurt her, shamed her, made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt 
before her life.! 

Phil had explained it all to her before he left. What an exotic plan he and 
his wonderful coach had! She smiled more broadly, the smile fading when she 
thought of her daughter. 

I must call the school, she said to herself. 

But Nancy found it so difficult to move! Resting there on the couch, 
dreamily moving her fingers around her flat belly while concentrating on the 
warm, electric glow hovering around her cunt, felt so wonderful! Yes, they 
had planned this carefully, calling her up on the phone, getting the number 
from the school office. At first their target had been Christina. But then 
Nancy's hot reaction to the dirty calls peaked their interest. Phil had 
decided to go after them both. 

And what could her call do? He threatened to expose her as some kind of 
whore seducing young students from the high school. Even if Christina and 
she insisted on telling the truth, their reputations would be ruined. They'd 
have to move from a community she had lived in all her life! No, that wasn't 
the answer. 

"Mmmmmm . . ." She moaned as she rubbed herself. 

Masturbation! It wasn't as good as having a man crawling on top of her 
gouging her cuntal walls with his dick. But it was the next best thing. Phil 
had to leave, having untied her and put her on the sofa before dressing and 
leaving. Nancy was so confused. She should protect her daughter, say 
something, do something. But what? Phil had already fucked her and was going 
to do it again. What a mother/daughter team they made, bounced from dick to 
dick like ping pong balls, fucked silly. 

She dipped her fingers into her hole, feeling her soft pussylips closing 
around the joints of the probing digits. Yes, there was little she could do 
to prevent the men from having their way ... at least at this point. Perhaps 
the best thing to do was simply ride with the current, looking for some way 
out. 

"Ahhhhh . . ." she sighed. 

Nancy shivered, her fingers scraping along the sensitive wet flesh 
separating her inner from her outer cuntlips. Then she started touching her 
clit, touching that sensitive button, pushing it down, feeling the electric 
charge surge through her thighs, then letting it pop up while smoothing her 
fingers around the surrounding flesh. Clamping her legs together and rubbing 
them against her wrist Nancy closed her eyes and thought of Phil, thought of 
any man who could bring her off that wonderful way. She'd have to talk with 
Christina later. All the woman knew was that she was tired of sacrificing 
her life for her daughter. From now on Nancy would think of herself as well 
as of her daughter. "AHHHHHH!" 

Juice seeped from her hole, wetting down her shaking fingers. Yes, she'd 
talk with Christina, talk as they'd never talked before. A dialogue, Nancy 
thought as she closed her eyes and began rubbing her fingers over and over 
her clit. 

Christina was having problems. Phil and Jack were assured of privacy when 
they pulled her up from the floor and pushed her stumbling and naked out of 
the tiny office, down the cold, barren corridor to the athletic equipment 
room. The young blonde kept her eyes lowered, holding her dress and panties 
tightly to her body. She knew the men were staring at her jiggling buttocks, 
laughing at her as she padded down the tiled hallway to the end of the 
building. 

"In here." Jack fished out a set of keys and opened a large green door. 
Immediately Christina could smell the strong aroma of rubber and sweat as 
she stepped into the equipment room. There on the walls and floor were 
various mats, basketballs, footballs, baseball equipment, and other 
sports-oriented things. 

"Come on, honey, don't be so damned shy. We've both had you," Jack said, 
reaching out and tugging her dress away. 

Christina grabbed at the dress, her fingers curling around the hem. She 
pulled hard, her feet slipping on the slick concrete. Her tits jiggled like 
pudding. 

"No need to get so worked up!" Jack cried, tearing the dress from her 
fingers. 

The blonde teen stood there, her white flesh shivering with fright, desire, 
cold. 

"Hey, she's cold, coach. You got somethin' to warm her up?" 

Phil was sneering at the cringing Christina. 

"Yeah, but I just used it to plug up her cunt. It won't be ready to fuck for 
a while," Jack said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of assmeat. 

"STOP!" Christina shouted, twisting around and hitting at the offending 
hand. 

"Yeah, and I just got through fuckin' the old lady," Phil said, watching 
Christina's face blanch when she heard the news. 

"You're lying!" she shrieked, rushing at him with her fingernails flailing 
at his face. 

"Hey, baby, take it easy. She dug it, dug it more than you did last time 
around. Course, it was your first. Bet Christina was a little hellcat when 
you plugged her, coach," Phil said. 

He circled both arms around her waist, pulling her back. Christina was 
kicking, her feet flying off the floor, her hands flailing at the thin air. 
They had to be lying. Her mother wouldn't be involved in something as 
sordid, as horrrible as this. She was a decent woman, a . . . 

"Man, she was a hot fuck. Thought she'd burn off my dick with her pussy," 
Phil said, hefting the young girl onto a large rubber mat. 

Christina fell onto her knees, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. She 
wanted to kill them. If there were something sharp around the girl would 
have plunged it into Phil's big chest. They were still talking about her 
mother, about how Nancy couldn't get enough cockmeat to satisfy her hungry 
cunt. 

"LIAR!" She tried scratching Phil's sneering face once more. 

"She needs a lesson," the coach said, catching her by the arms and tugging 
her back. "Here, you hold her while I get out my lighter." 

Christina tried to squirm away but Phil held her arms pinned tightly to her 
lower back while coach Granger stretched out one leg and slipped one hand 
into a pocket. He fished out a lighter, flicked the top open and spun the 
wheel around. Sparks flew, followed by a bright orange flame, flickering in 
the draft. Christina's eyes widened, focused on that flame. Behind her she 
felt Phil tightening his grip. 

"I usually don't smoke," Jack began, waving the lighter in front of 
Christina's face. The girl cringed, pressing her shoulders against Phil's 
knees. Her heart began to pound with fear again. He slid across the mat to a 
small wooden box to the right. "Don't like my boys to smoke either. I 
confiscated these things today," he said, pulling out a pack of Winston 
Kings, tapping the red and white box against one hand and pulling a 
cigarette out with his lips. "But let's see what this does first." 

Christina trembled, his words cutting through the silence. 

"You'd like a little heat, right?" 

He crouched next to her, passing the fire over her belly. Christina was 
terrified, afraid to move a muscle. She watched with wide, horrified eyes. 
She felt the warmth of the fire over her flesh. Twice she tried jerking her 
knees up and kicking out to knock the big football coach over. But Phil only 
tightened his grip on her arms, hurting her, threatening to dislocate her 
shoulder if she tried any more crap like that. 

"This is better than the gas heat we have in the office," Jack said 
ironically. 

He passed the fire from hip to hip, keeping the flame an inch away from 
Christina' quivering belly. The girl whimpered, waiting for the awful moment 
when he would burn her, possibly disfigure her for life! She wished she 
could die when he moved that fire close to her cun-thairs. Was he going to 
set her pussy on fire, keep her prisoner while the two of them watched her 
snatch go up like a forest? 

The girl whimpered louder as the heat singed the almost invisible white fuzz 
covering her belly and thighs. The terrifying warmth crept down to her belly 
button, then seemed to enter her body. It spread up through her belly and 
chest, swelling her tits with . . .oh, God, yes, with lust! 

Oh, God, it felt so good, so terrifying, and yet so awfully good. It was the 
kind of fear that comes when a woman sleeps with something or someone 
unknown, a fear that's both destructive and highly exciting. 

"Mmmmm, she doesn't seem to be getting much heat," Jack said, glancing into 
her eyes and reading the story there. He moved the lighter to his cigarette, 
took several puffs, then crouched between her legs. Christina cried out when 
he spread her labes, his rough fingers touching the slick sensitive spots in 
her cunt. 

"Don't hurt me there," she pleaded. 

"Come on, honey, this ain't gonna hurt . . . much," Phil said, bending down 
and sucking hard at the back of her neck. "Shit, this is gonna warm you up 
so you won't be so frigid when we both fuck you." 

Christina's eyes widened, her pupils dilated. She felt hesitant, bewildered 
by what was happening. Then when she saw him pull the cigarette from his 
mouth and move it toward her cunt her face blanched. He was going to burn 
her with that thing. Christina didn't know if she could handle this. She'd 
heard about some sex deviates who kidnapped young girls and held them for 
days, fucking them, burning them, turning them into halfwits by the time 
they got through torturing them. 

"NOOOOOO!" she cried. 

She closed her eyes, arched her back and raised her buttocks off the mat 
while kicking her legs mindlessly at Jack. This couldn't be happening. It . 
. . 

"WAWHWHYYYAGGHHHH!" she screamed. 

Her fingers became fists and her thigh and belly muscles tightened. Jack 
ignored her screams, keeping out of the way of her flailing feet. He took 
the glowing cigarette tip and touched a few hairs at the bottom of her pussy 
crease. Christina stopped screaming, sucking in a deep breath. Her head 
shook while her neck muscles stood out. 

"No . . . oh, don't . . . not that . . . save that . . . oh, please, don't 
do it to me . . ." 

Then suddenly with a grin Jack touched the tip to the rounded muscle just 
below her clit. 

Christina screamed, her legs fighting to close around the burrowing hot 
needle. Her clit stiffened, something Jack found interesting. The cigarette 
hissed and went out. 

Getting to his feet Jack glanced at his watch and saw that it was getting 
late. Yes, they'd have to hurry a bit if they wanted to fuck her and get her 
out of here before the others came down for evening practice. 

Chapter Eleven 

"STOP!" Christina protested. 

Phil was pulling her arms back, hurting her with the force of his grip. 

"Come on, baby. You don't want anythin' to stop. The more we throw at you, 
the more you want," the handsome young football player said, biting her neck 
and laughing when the teen screamed at the pain. Her hair splashed over her 
face. 

Jack was holding both ankles, keeping her legs from flailing. Christina 
panted heavily, her chest so tight she could hardly draw a breath! Both of 
the men were naked, their cocks standing straight out. They had had enough 
rest during her torture with that cigarette to get good and hard again. Phil 
kept talking about her mother, about how he was going to compare the two of 
them. That kind of talking made her feel sick. Christina still couldn't 
believe her own mother could be guilty of such a horrible indiscretion. 

"Just take it easy, Chrissy. When I get my cock in, you won't want me to 
stop. It's just like all the other times," Jack whispered. 

He looked up, nodded at Phil, then crawled on top of her while the young man 
slid to one side, still holding tightly onto her wrists. Christina 
whimpered, her eyes wide, her flesh crawling as she felt the big coach start 
to fuck her all over again. 

"Don't . . . please, don't . . ." she begged. 

But the big coach was already in her, his fat cock having slid easily on a 
thick coating of her pussy oil. Christina trembled, feeling her cuntal walls 
being stretched by his dickhead. The girl tugged at her arms, trying to pull 
away while Jack's dick slurped into her hot, the balls dragging over her 
asscheeks. However shameless it was, Christina couldn't help how she felt. 
Jack was in her cunt up to his fat cockroot. His big chest was like a hairy 
wall pressing against her tits, flattening the stiff- 

dark-red nipples when she tried to move away. 

Meanwhile, behind her, Phil had inched down, shoving his rod against her 
buttocks, rubbing it into her asscrack. Christina panicked, thinking twice 
about having something that fat driven into her hole. As the two sweaty men 
started hunching into her however, the girl began feeling a thrill unlike 
anything she had experienced. The two men were about to fuck her. Two thick 
cocks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body. 

"That's it, baby, just relax," the coach said as he felt the tension drain 
out of her body. 

"Ohhh ..." she moaned softly. 

Christina could feel something hot dribbling into her cunt. He was dribbling 
pre-cum, the thick substance exciting her cunt terribly. A cry of delight 
burst from her throat when she felt her ear being sucked into Phil's mouth. 
Then Jack drew forward, flicking in his tongue, lashing it down her throat. 

The blonde teen shoved back with her ass, feeling Phil's cock fit tightly 
into her sweaty buttcrack. She wanted that fat thing shoved into her, wanted 
both men fucking her. She'd done one better than her mother. When she got 
home tonight she'd tell her mother about how two men had fucked her there in 
school. 

"Fuck 'er, man, fuck her good," Phil grunted, shoving his knees against the 
backs of her legs, rubbing his dick up and down her asscrack. 

Christina could feel his balls flattening against the rounded bottoms of her 
asscheeks. When his fingers kneaded her tits, pressing her nipples down into 
the sensitive flesh, the girl thought she was going to pass out! 

"Yeah, pussy, fuck, ass. Shove it in, man, shove it up her shitter, make 'er 
pass out, man," Jack groaned, hammering his groin against her stretched 
pussy. 

"Ohhhh, hurry ..." Christina shamelessly begged, tightening her pussy 
muscles tightly around the pistoning cock. 

Phil gripped her by the hipbones, arching back while driving his legs 
tightly against hers. Christina sucked in a deep breath and held it, feeling 
something terribly hot and hard shoving against her tight little asshole. 
Phil was grunting behind her. She could feel his hot breath against her 
back, feel his grip tightening around her hips as he started shoving down 
hard. 

Christina closed her eyes, concentrating on the delicious hammering against 
her clit. Beads of sweat broke out all over her body as Phil managed to work 
his fat cockhead into her shitter. She felt her sphincter ache, then finally 
relax, admitting the young man's big dick. 

"Whhoooeeeeee!" Phil cried. "She's gonna snap off my dick with that asshole 
of hers!" 

"No, NOOOOOOUGHHHHHH!" Christina cried, her body stiffening, trembling 
savagely as she felt inch after thick meaty inch slip into her asshole. It 
was as if someone were shoving a hot poker into her body. She flew forward, 
crashing into Jack's big, muscular chest. The young woman couldn't breathe 
for several minutes. She panted heavily, tasting his sweat, feeling the 
scratchy hairs on his chest, on her lips and cheeks. 

"Fuck her, man, fuck her good. She's on us both now, Phil. She wants it, 
wants it bad. You don't want to disappoint the little lady, do you?" Jack 
said ironically, hunching up his hips, making sure his dick rubbed 
constantly against the teen's clit. 

Christina thought she'd gone to heaven. She was being bounced from one man 
to the other, her clit continually rubbed, tickled by Jack's fat rod. The 
way his balls slapped against her inner thighs when he fucked back and forth 
made her tremble. Her flesh squeaked across the sweat-wet rubber of the 
tumbling mat they were fucking her on. Her cunt was on fire, burning with 
lust, burning as hotly as her stretched, violated asshole! The young girl 
wished this could go on for days and days. Getting fucked in the ass wasn't 
all that bad, especially if there was a hot dick reaming out her cunt at the 
same time. 

"Fuck, shit! She's something else, man!" Jack gasped. "Can't hold back from 
her." 

Jack hunched furiously, pushing up against Christina's willing body, keeping 
his cock embedded in her cunt up to the hilt while he moved his mouth back 
down onto hers. Their tongues speared at one another while their lips sucked 
together. Spit ran in streams down their throats as they sucked and tongued 
each other. Christina could swear she felt her throat start to throb in time 
to her clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire. She was hunching 
out of control, mastered by these men, fucking and being fucked. It was all 
she could possibly want out of life. She gasped for breath, feeling herself 
spinning into some awful black vortex. 

"NOW!" Jack warned both Phil and Christina as he felt his cum jetting up the 
thick cockshaft. He reached out, holding tightly onto the panting girl as he 
exploded. 

Christina could feel his nuts pumping, cutting loose, sending was after wad 
of jizz into her sucking cunt. He stabbed his tongue into her mouth, 
increasing the delight she felt. Her teeth rattled with the force of his 
climax. With each bubbling load, the girl jabbed her tongue deeper and 
deeper into his mouth. 

"FUCK, SHIT!" It was Phil behind her. He was trembling, his hands pinching 
her buttocks, bruising her flesh. How it hurt and yet at the same time 
increased the delight of an orgasm blowing through her mind. 

As Christina felt Jack's cock throb in the tight grip of her cunt, the girl 
felt the football player's dick jerking animal-like in her butt. He was 
cumming, shooting his jizz into her just as hard and fast as the coach was 
filling up her pussy. They were both cumming! She had to make it now, had to 
feel her climax wash over her while they were still pumping her up with 
spunk. 

Slowly, gradually, the young girl felt the throbbing waves of orgasm start 
deep in her cunt. The slick walls shook, clutched into knots of tension, 
then buckled in, trapping Jack's shooting dick. The throbbing grew stronger, 
harder, more violent then anything she'd known up to that point. Jack thrust 
his tongue back down her throat while she dug her nails into his back and 
took the final hunching thrusts of his rod. 

The tremendous orgasm that shook through Christina's pussy sent her floating 
away. She moaned and sighed, wiggling between the two hairy masculine 
bodies. Half the girls in the school would have given their right arms just 
to be in her place, being fucked by these two studs. And there she was, 
spreading her legs for them both, one fucking her in the ass while the other 
was dumping his load in her cunt. She throbbed as she felt the two long 
cocks still oozing cum, still hard, still working frantically in her cunt 
and ass. Her mouth and ear were being sucked and tongued. She remembered 
what both Phil and Jack had told her separately. They were going to fuck her 
until she cried, until she couldn't walk. All talk, of course. But what a 
difficult time she was going to have getting up after this. She'd want to 
stay like this, stretched out on this stained mat, fucked for hours by these 
handsome young men! The thought sent her clit off into another series of 
spasms! 

Christina smiled, drifting with the waves of orgasm as Phil and Jack 
finished dumping their spunk into her holes. The three of them lay quietly 
for at least fifteen minutes, drinking in the warm, delicious feeling of 
afterglow. In several more minutes Christina could feel two hard cocks 
pressing into her again. She was willing for another session, but Jack and 
Phil realized that it was getting late. Others would be coming down here, 
seeing them, talking. 

Reluctantly the girl staggered to her feet, feeling cum dribbling from her 
cunt and asshole. Phil walked her through the showers, pinching her, even 
driving his cock once or twice into her cunthole while the water cascaded 
over them both, threatening to expose her mother to public ridicule if she 
ever talked about what had happened. 

The blonde teen said nothing, keeping her eyes modestly down, pretending to 
be terrified of exposure when all the time she could think of nothing else 
except his and Jack's fat cock. Why couldn't they invite her over tonight? 
Why . . . 

"Okay, baby, just be on call. You and your old lady are somethin' else. 
You'll be hearin' 

from us," Phil said, slipping on his Levi's and zipping up while coach 
Granger tucked in his shirt and ambled off to his office. 

Christina dressed hurriedly, stopping by the office and picking up her 
books. She rushed from the school, feeling so free, sensitive under the 
tight fit of her dress. It made her nipples tense. Yes, she was alive, 
alive! How good it felt. A week ago she would have been embarrassed to admit 
to such feelings. But now . . . 

All the way home she swung her hips along proudly. Her ass wiggled from side 
to side as she walked. Her cunt was slippery and tingled with every step she 
took. She felt wonderful. All those old moral tales of her mother went out 
the window. Well, why shouldn't they? Her mother had been busily fucking 
Phil before he came down to the athletic room and tapped her along with the 
coach. Yes, they would have to have a nice long talk about morality. 

Christina giggled, thinking about how embarrassed her mother might be at 
first. Well, it would be a different mother/daughter relationship. Rounding 
the corner, she saw her home nestled back from the street. What a difference 
all this fucking made! She took a deep breath, threw back her shoulders and 
stepped up to the front porch. Life was going to be so different for her and 
her mother now. Images of Jack and Phil double-fucking her flashed through 
her mind as she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. 

"Christina!" Nancy was still naked on the couch playing with herself. She 
snapped her legs together, doubling up, hiding her tits and cunt as best she 
could. 

"I think we should have a talk, mother," the blonde teen said, closing the 
door quietly behind her. 

They could play their games of mastery and S & M. She loved it. 

And she knew her mother did too. She sat at the edge of the couch, feeling 
her lips still curled into a smile. How good life was going to be now! 


End
