Daddy's Secret Desire
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-799)


FOREWORD 

Almost all of us have the primal urge to cohabit, whether we're ten or a 
hundred. It's a commonly fallacious belief that only people from their 
mid-teens to the end of middle age really indulge sexually. The truth is, 
older people who still have the urge are finding ways to satisfy those 
desires. The only reason younger people, still in their puberty, do not 
indulge is their lack of knowledge, coupled with the admonition that it's 
wrong. Therefore, even when they receive a decent education, social mores 
and rules prevent them from "doin' what comes naturally." 

The lovely heroine of this book does not differ basically from other girls 
her age. She is sweet, pretty, clean, and extremely desirable; and, as a 
result, vulnerable. 

When she falls into the clutches of a family of lechers who arouse her 
primal instincts, though she fights and struggles to resist all that is done 
to her, eventually she falls prey to her own inner feelings. Little by 
little, against her will, she succumbs to the ministrations of her 
tormentors. She finds herself unwillingly betraying all the rules and 
regulations she has been taught, and eventually because of the chemical 
changes in her body, becomes as sexually driven as the men who initiate her 
into womanhood. 

Had society properly educated this young woman in every way, it is possible 
things might have ended differently. Unfortunately, because of the "don't" 
world in which we live, she learns about life the hard way. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Late summer had become boring to Kim Wayne. She spent her mornings working 
in a fast-food hamburger place, holding the pickle and lettuce, then spent 
her afternoons at the beach, letting young men admire her figure. 

Today was no beach day for the eighteen-year-old blonde. The sky was 
overhung with heavy, dark clouds, and the ominous rolls of thunder made her 
shudder as, far in the distance, liquid streaks of lightning charged from 
the sky, touching she-knew-not-where. It was one of those muggy summer days 
where the lack of a visible sun did not mean a lack of heat. The temperature 
was well above ninety, and the roiling dark clouds did nothing to dispel the 
hotly sweaty humidity. She wished it would rain. Perhaps the atmosphere 
would cool off a bit more. 

At the moment, Kim was standing in her bedroom, a nice little room with four 
light green walls of Sanitas with a pattern of yellow flowers intermingling 
with green stems and leaves. Her small vanity stood against one wall, with a 
backless stool in front of it. The vanity had green, gauzy material hanging 
from its edges in neat pleats. The top of the vanity was mirrored, and 
another mirror was attached to it at the rear, letting her see herself. Her 
bed was situated against the opposite wall with a bedspread that matched the 
vanity skirt. At the foot of the bed stood a colonial chest of drawers, 
painted green to match the walls. Her walk-in closet near the vanity held 
all her clothing with plenty of room to spare, and the upper shelves were 
used by her parents in the never-ending quest for storage space. 

Kim had been a tomboy in her youth, outplaying most of the boys in baseball, 
basketball, and even football, until her breasts had fully developed at the 
age of twelve. She had rich golden hair that was bleached even more golden 
by the sun on the days she went to the beach. Her flesh was very tan, except 
for her very large breasts and pelvic area, where strips of what looked like 
bandages that passed for decency caused white lines to horizontally bisect 
her body. 

At the moment her lush figure was covered by a candy-striped polo shirt that 
did nothing to hide the way her large nipples pushed out, making it appear 
as if she had quarters tipping each breast. Her waistline had been fleshy, 
once, but now it was a narrow twenty-five inches. Her large, well rounded 
hips were covered by a short pair of hot pants, and she had brown open-toed 
sandals on her feet. Pink nail polish covered her fingernails and toenails. 

Kim's blonde hair was fluffed around her head like a halo, creating the 
appearance she was as much of an angel now as she had been a devil as a 
tomboy. Her brightly sparkling brown eyes were able to hold the captivating 
attention of any man, though her other physical attributes were what made 
men look at her in the first place. Her nose was small and delicate, just 
the right size for her heart-shaped face. She had full, rich lips which 
were, at the moment, covered with pink lipstick. 

Kim had only recently returned from her morning work, and after changing 
from her uniform to her present clothing, with a shower in-between, she 
prepared to earn a little extra money. Heck! School was only three weeks 
away, and she needed more money for a fall outfit. Today she had an all day, 
all night babysitting job for the Warren family down the block. She had 
known the Warrens as long as she was able to remember. Mrs. Warren had died 
two years earlier. She had been a nice lady in her early sixties. Mr. Warren 
had invited his son, recently divorced, to live with him. The son had 
custody of the children during the summer. Twin boys. The boys were ten 
years old and were young hell raisers. 

Harold Warren worked during the day, and sometimes he didn't come home until 
nearly midnight. His son, Dennis Warren, worked at night. 

The usual sitter, an old woman who had lived over the garage of a neighbor, 
had moved away the previous day, and Kim's mother had volunteered her 
services, knowing Kim needed money. 

When she had come home from work from the fast food place, Kim had taken a 
long nap before showering. It was now close to five o'clock, and so she left 
her bedroom, hurried down the five steps in the hallway leading to the front 
foyer, and let herself out the front door. 

Kim never walked. She skipped, hopped, and often either ran or jogged, but 
never walked. She liked keeping her body vibrantly moving. Though it no 
longer had any fat on it, it was not as lithe as that of her older sister. 
She wanted to lose even more weight, but only in the right places. Her 
breasts were the one place she had no desire to lose weight, yet she was 
worried that if she dieted any longer, that was the first place she'd lose. 
So she exercised. Someone had once told her running was the best way to take 
unwanted weight off the waist and hip area. Though she really had no 
unwanted weight in either place, she felt it would be good to reduce her 
waist another inch or two, and take at least three inches off her backside. 

Running to the Warren house, bypassing all the cement grooves in the 
sidewalk, she hurried up the flagstoned walk, noting the Warren grounds were 
a little grubby, probably because the twins enjoyed playing there so much. 

Standing before the white slatted front of the house, staring at the large, 
turquoise wooden door, she rang the bell. The door was opened by one of the 
twins, Craig or Michael. She was never able to tell them apart. Both had 
bushy dark hair, and both had dark skin. They had twinkling brown eyes as if 
they were always sharing a joke the rest of the world didn't know. 

Kim had to admit she had never seen twins who looked so much alike. Both had 
olive tan skin and their twinkling eyes were sunken. Both were as skinny as 
proverbial rails. Both were short for their age and both were hyperactive. 
Both wore swim trunks. 

Dennis Warren, their father, came to greet her. It was obvious both boys 
resembled their mother. They certainly didn't look anything like their 
father. 

Dennis was lanky, but there any resemblance to his twins ended. He had light 
hair, almost a dark blonde, and it was straight, combed straight back. His 
skin was as light as his kids' were dark. He had blue eyes. His eyes had a 
nice sparkling quality about them, like two tiny clear pools of water. The 
skin under his eyes was wrinkled a little, as if he worried a lot. Kim knew 
the man had to be no more than thirty-two, if that old. He had a short, 
straight nose, unlike his sons, both of whom had long, straight noses. It 
was obvious Dennis was an outdoors man who enjoyed water sports, but who had 
very little time for any of it. He had boating and fishing trophies hung all 
over the walls of the foyer. The fact that his flesh was so barely tanned 
let Kim know that he'd had very little time to enjoy himself. This was the 
first year of his divorce, and he was adjusting to it. Kim knew he had 
plenty of time to go out during the day since his job lasted from 
five-thirty until one in the morning. He would be home by one-thirty, and 
with eight hours for sleep, that left him plenty of time to enjoy himself 
outside. Somehow he didn't seem to care anymore, now that he was no longer 
married. He was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, and wore a gray tie, 
with gray uniform pants to match. The jacket was slung over his right arm. 
He was a night watchman at a factory. He took the earlier shift, letting 
someone else take over from one to nine. He had a strong angular jaw, and 
Kim had to admit he was the kind of man she liked physically. 

"Hi," he greeted. "I'm Dennis Warren. Just call me Dennis." 

"I'm Kim Wayne," she smiled back, her pink lips opening in a smile to reveal 
the perfection of her glistening white teeth. They had better be perfect 
considering how much her father had spent on braces. "Mom tells me your 
regular sitter isn't here any longer, so I'm kind of filling in." 

"This'll be for today only," Dennis told her. "Their grandfather, my father, 
will be spending his evenings home from now on. He-likes to go fishing 
during the day, and sometimes comes home rather late. Let me show you around 
the place." 

He led her from the foyer into a playroom, the furniture of which had seen 
better days. There was a chaise sofa along the near wall, an empty fish tank 
against the left wall, a TV set with a console record player against the far 
half-wall, and two chairs against the right wall. Both chairs were 
overstuffed and yellow. The walls of the playroom, like the walls of the 
rest of the house, were off white, though the playroom walls were 
considerably dirtier. 

They mounted the five steps leading up to the living room, tastefully 
decorated with Victorian furniture, and from there-they turned right to the 
kitchen. A flight of stairs between the kitchen and living room led to the 
three bedrooms upstairs. 

"I'll want the kids in bed by ten," Dennis told Kim. "Before that, don't let 
them out of the yard. If they go back to swimming, just keep an eye on them 
while they're in the pool. They're a little mischievous, by the way, so 
watch out." 

"All boys are mischievous," Kim insisted. 

"Not like my sons," Dennis soundly asserted. "The lady who baby sat with 
them before taught them a few things she ought not have. I won't go into 
details, but look out for yourself. My sons might not understand that the 
new sitter doesn't like to play the same kind of games as their old sitter. 

"I don't mind playing games," Kim told him. 

"Take my word for it," he assured her. "These kind of games you don't want 
to play. I've already warned the kids they're not to be cute or wild around 
you." 

"Thank you," Kim nodded. 

"Be careful, anyway. My sons aren't the only wild ones in this house. My 
father is seventy-three but thinks he's thirty. He still behaves as if he's 
irresistible at times." 

"Oh, come on," the blonde-haired girl laughed. "At that age he can't be too 
dangerous." 

"Young lady, you have a lot to learn," Dennis told her. "My father, for all 
his advanced years, managed to make sure the previous sitter left this house 
with a smile on her face every time. You might say he 'rewarded' her for 
being so good with the kids." 

"I think I can take care of myself, Mr. Warren," Kim insisted. 

"I told you, call me Dennis," he said. "A young lady like yourself must have 
her hands full with boys." 

"Uh huh," she nodded. "But I can take care of myself. I have a green belt in 
karate." "Ah hah! A dangerous woman, eh." They both laughed at that. 
"Really," Kim assured him, "I'll be fine." "Okay," Warren nodded. "Don't say 
I didn't warn you." 

They walked to the front door. The twins were still sitting on the foyer 
steps. Dennis Warren opened the door, then turning to his sons, said, "You 
two behave now. Do you hear? Don't make trouble for Miss Wayne." 

'They can call me Kim," she told him. 

"I think it's time for them to have some respect for their elders," Dennis 
insisted. "Mrs. Bernice Hawthorne, their previous sitter, taught them a lot 
of things, but never once to respect their elders. That's something their 
mother is going to have to knock into their heads." 

Kissing his sons goodbye, Dennis Warren waved to Kim and hurried down the 
walk to his Grand Prix. It was an old model, at least eight years old, with 
the gold paint starting to rust away. Kim stood in the doorway with the two 
boys watching their father drive off, and then she asked, "What would you 
fellas like to do right now?" 

"Swim," Michael said. 

"Yeah," Craig agreed. 

"Okay, we'll go out back for awhile and you can swim in the pool. But you 
have to come out when I say so." 

"Okay," the two boys agreed. 

Since the Warren house was on a corner, the backyard faced one of the 
streets, and without a fence around it, there was no real privacy. Kim sat 
in a chair, relaxing on the lawn, which, in the backyard, was forty by sixty 
with the swimming pool taking up half the space. The grass, or what was left 
of it, was all trampled on. The two boys stepped into a small pan of water 
with disinfectant in it to kill anything their feet might have picked up, 
then climbed the ladder and jumped into the round, above-ground swimming 
pool. Kim was easily able to see them from where she sat. 

"Hey, Kimmy, how y' been?" a voice called from the street. 

Kim turned and saw Marty Roth, one of the few boys she dated irregularly. 
Even though eighteen, Kim had no steady boy friend, nor did she want one. 
Marty was probably the closest thing she had to a regular date, seeing him 
once every two or three weeks, though from time to time she did go to the 
beach with him and a gang of other kids during the week. 

"Hi, Marty," she greeted. "Come on over and sit for a little while, huh." 

"What're you doing here?" he asked. 

"Babysitting," she replied. 

Marty Roth was Kim's idea of exactly what she wanted in a boy. He wasn't too 
tall or short, standing a shade under six feet. He had jet black, straight 
hair, deep brown eyes, set wide apart, a straight short nose, and a firm 
jaw. His body showed he worked to keep it in shape, with muscles ripping and 
his stomach as flat as a board. He had a nice, sonorous voice, and he never 
shouted, always maintaining an even temper. At the moment he was wearing 
white shorts and a white T-shirt, and had sneakers on his feet. From the 
looks of him he had just completed his fifth mile of jogging for the day. 

Marty was human, and like all human males who went out with her, he had 
tried becoming familiar with her, but when Kim had let him know she wasn't 
ready for that kind of familiarity, he had backed off. That he was in no way 
offended was plain enough by the fact that he kept calling her for dates. 
Kim knew he was getting action from other girls. Heck! Why not? If they were 
willing to give him something, he was the one guy who really deserved it. 
She knew Marty very well, and he was the kind of guy who, once he settled on 
one girl, would stay faithful, so let him sow some wild oats. Because he 
continued calling her, yet respecting her when they did date, Kim had become 
fonder of Marty than she had wanted to be. It was one of the reasons why she 
didn't date him more often. She knew the next time he made a pass at her it 
would be a lot harder for her to fend him off. 

"You're sitting with these monsters?" Marty asked. 

"Uh huh," she nodded. 

"Damned!" Marty told her, sitting in a green lawn chair beside the yellow 
one on which she was now seated. "You'd better watch your step with these 
kids. There's a rumor circulating about why the old lady had to move away 
from here. You know, the old lady who used to babysit with them." 

"What are you talking about?" Kim asked, frowning. 

"Seems the biddy was still hot for action, and not being able to find any 
man of her choice, she eventually settled for the kids." 

"What?" 

"You heard me. She taught these boys everything you've ever wanted to know 
about sex but never asked." 

"You've got to be kidding," Kim insisted, kicking at some grass under her 
foot. 

"Hey, it's only a rumor. But there's more to it. The old man, you know, 
Harold, he came home one day, found the kids screwing around with the old 
lady, and joined in. The rumor is, the old lady was handling all three at 
once when Dennis Warren walked in and caught them." 

"I suppose he fired her and that's why she had to move, huh?" 

"They say that old lady, for all her wrinkles, was sexier than a lotta 
younger women. After his father and sons finished screwing around with her, 
Warren did a job on her, as well. This went on for most of the summer." 

"Well what made him suddenly scare her into moving?" 

"It wasn't any of the men who scared her. 

Seems the kids' mother came by for a visit one day to see how everything was 
and caught the old lady in the act with the kids and the grandfather. She 
told her husband unless the old lady was fired and thrown into jail she'd 
report everything to the police herself. Needless to say, the woman got out 
of town, and the Warren's have been looking for babysitters ever since." 

"It sounds like a lot of bull to me," Kim insisted. 

"Probably," Marty nodded. "Heck, it does make a nice story." 

Marty stayed with Kim until six-thirty and left when she called the twins 
out of the pool for supper. She had them dry off, insisting they change to 
shorts and T-shirts. They made no comment when she left them alone in their 
bedroom to go to the kitchen and prepare supper. Once again a knowing glance 
passed between the two boys, as if lights had flashed on and off in both 
pairs of eyes. 

The kitchen was an airy room with a southern exposure, and as a result had 
some light in it all day long. Even now, in the early evening, it was not 
yet necessary to turn on the overhead light with the sun's rays slanting in 
at an angle, bouncing off the off-white kitchen walls. The sink had chipped 
porcelain, and the refrigerator was a really old unit. The oven was built 
into the wall to the right of the sink, and the burners were to the right of 
the oven. 

Kim found some cans of spaghetti and warmed the contents up in a sauce pan, 
adding a little cheese to improve the flavor. When the boys came down and 
sat at the round white formica table, they sat silently and contentedly ate 
what she gave them. 

At seven-fifteen the doorbell rang, and when Kim opened the door she found 
herself face-to-face with a rather severe looking woman with bleached blonde 
hair. 

"How do you do," the woman said a little stiffly, crow's feet very heavily 
lining her eyes. They were a beady brown color and peered quickly this way 
and that, set in a flat face with a flat nose and a small slash of a mouth. 
She was wearing a simple blue summer dress, but it was an expensive one. 
"I'm Arlene Warren," she said. "I'm the mother of the twins. I just dropped 
by to make certain everything was all right. I'm taking them home with me 
tomorrow." 

"Everything's fine," Kim nodded, stepping aside and letting the woman in. 
"They're finishing their supper." 

When the kids heard their mother's voice, they came running, hugging and 
kissing her, their faces covered with tomato sauce, smearing much of it on 
Arlene Warren's carefully applied makeup. 

The woman looked around, walking through the entire house, peering into all 
the bedrooms. Kim was starting to wonder if there was any truth to the story 
Marty had told her. 

"Is there anything wrong?" she asked. 

"Hmmm ... oh ... no ... no ... everything's fine," Arlene nodded. "I just 
missed the little darlings and wanted to make certain they were all right. 
You know. Well, maybe you don't know, yet, but when you become a mother, 
you'll understand what I mean." 

Arlene stayed with her sons for a little while, then left. 

Kim, meanwhile, cleaned up the dishes and then let the kids watch TV until 
their bedtime. "Okay," she told them. "Now I want the two of you to get into 
your pajamas and hop into bed. Come on, it's almost ten." 

"Aw phooey," Craig snapped. "Bernice, let us stay up later." 

"Sorry," Kim told them, "I'm Kim, not Bernice. I was given specific 
instructions by your father and expect you to help me by doing what I tell 
you." 

Shrugging, the two boys went up to their bedroom. Kim followed them up. The 
boys had twin beds of maple, with matching night tables, a chest of drawers, 
and a small armoire. like all the Other rooms in the house, this one had 
walk-in closets. 

The boys took their pajamas into the bathroom where they changed, and Kim 
was pleased to note that when they left the bathroom they had put their 
dirty clothing in the hamper. 

Once the boys were in bed and the light in their bedroom was off, Kim went 
to the living room and started reading a magazine. After about five minutes, 
she heard little gasps coming from the boys' room and hurried upstairs, 
snapping on the light as she walked in. She saw the two boys lying on top of 
their covers and each was masturbating. 

"How awful!" she said to the two of them. "What's the matter with you boys? 
Don't you know that's a terrible thing to do?" 

"Aw gee," Michael said to her, "it's a lotta fun. You oughtta try it 
sometime." 

"She can't, Craig reminded him, and as Kim watched, the two boys tucked 
their penises, each the size and thickness of her middle finger, back into 
their pajamas. 

"Now you boys get to sleep," Kim snapped at them. 

Turning around, she switched off the light and walked out. 

Going down to the small family room, Kim noticed the sofa against the front 
wall was not a real sofa but more of a chaise lounge. Putting on the TV set, 
keeping the sound very low, she stretched out on the chaise, her arms over 
her head, and watched the end of a police drama. After that came the news, 
and then she was watching a horror movie. 

As Kim watched, her eyes got heavier and heavier, and she suddenly found 
herself drifting off to sleep. Now the horror movie she was watching came to 
her in a dream, only she found herself a part of it. 

She was in a torture chamber, her wrists bound over her head, but instead of 
branding irons, the hooded torturers were holding feathers. They approached 
her body, which was clad in the same T-shirt and skirt she had been wearing 
while at the Warren home. The torturers were standing before her now as she 
hung suspended by her bound wrists, twisting this way and that. 

"You're a bad woman," one of the hooded men said, and she recognized the 
voice of one of the twins. "You didn't let us have our fun, so we're gonna 
have fun with you." 

"Yeah," the other torturer said, and she recognized the voice of the other 
twin. She was still unable to tell the two of them apart. 

"Now you boys stop this," she insisted, though suddenly very much afraid of 
them as they raised their feathers. 

"Uh, uh," the nearest one said. "We gotta make you understand that when 
we're havin' fun, you can't stop us." 

"No!" she shouted abruptly, and woke up. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

At first Kim thought she was still asleep. 

This had to be a dream. She was lying on the chaise, her arms still above 
her head, but they were bound at the wrists, and a rope was tied from her 
wrists around the back of the chaise to one of the legs, preventing her from 
moving in any way. The TV set was still on, and according to the clock on 
the wall, it was a quarter to twelve. When she tried moving she found a rope 
had been tied around each ankle, keeping her thighs wide apart, and each of 
these ropes had been tied to a leg of the chaise. The twins were standing 
over her in their pajamas, and though they wore no black hoods and carried 
no feathers, it seemed ominously obvious that something was on their minds 
that was not on Kim's. 

"What's going on here?" she asked, struggling. 

"Hey, you know," Michael said to his brother. "This is fun. Boy, you're 
gonna be fun after all, Kim." 

"You boys untie me this instant," she screamed at them. 

Craig walked over to the head of the couch, and for an instant Kim thought 
they were going to release her. Michael was at the foot of the chaise and 
was tugging off her sneakers. 

"Stop tha-uuuuuuuffffffffff!" she gagged as Craig jammed a handkerchief into 
her open mouth. Before she had a chance to work it out, he was tying another 
one over her lips and one around her head, pulling out some strands of her 
golden hair as he finished tying it. 

Craig came around to the side of the chaise, prying off her skirt. 

"Y'know," Michael was saying to his brother. "She's got so much nicer skin 
than Bernice. Hers is so smooth and soft." 

"Yeah," Craig nodded, continuing to pry at her skirt. 

Kim struggled more fiercely than ever, unable to believe this was happening 
to her. The stories she had heard had obviously been true, and she bounced 
her buttocks up and down on the chaise as if to let the boys know they must 
stop this behavior immediately. 

Craig grabbed her skirt by the waist, and when her buttocks bounced up, he 
tugged it resolutely downward along with her bikini panties. 

"Wow!" Michael gasped. "Lookit that! There ain't a wrinkle in her pussy. 
Geez! That looks nice, really nice." 

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!" Kim gasped as 
Michael reached out and cupped his small hand against her rounded labia, 
fitting his fingers to them. 

It was at that moment that the front door opened, and in walked Harold 
Warren. The old man was in his seventies and looked it. His skin was 
parchment-like and wrinkled, especially around the eyes. He wore rimless 
glasses perched on a long, straight nose, and wore a little white mustache. 
What few hairs he had on his head were white, and he pursed his lips at the 
sight of Kim lying helplessly on the sofa with his grandsons around her. He 
was wearing dungarees and carrying a windbreaker, and the moment he saw what 
was going on, he said, "No boys, you should be ashamed of yourself, treating 
a lady this way." 

Thank goodness, Kim thought. She was saved. 

The old man turned and went into the downstairs lavatory to wash. He had the 
smell of fish all over his hands. He stayed in there for some time, and Kim 
struggled with the cords binding her. The boys stood unmoving the entire 
time. 

When Harold Warren came out, he walked right over to Kim and undid the gag, 
pulling the handkerchief out of her mouth. 

"There, there," he said. "The boys were acting a little frisky, that's all. 
Now don't be alarmed. I just want to make sure you're all right." 

"Please untie me," she begged. 

Ignoring her, he reached down and touched the inside of her left thigh. He 
slid his hand forward, and his thumb rubbed against her wet vaginal cleft. 

This was the first time any man had ever touched her there, and Kim's 
immediate initial reaction was to jump as if she had been touched with a 
sharp needle. 

"Sorry about that," Harold said, not looking at her face. 

Kim didn't like this. She didn't like it at all. Her body was behaving in a 
totally unexpected manner as she felt heat starting to simmer through her. 
That one touch of his thumb had set off a domino reaction inside her, each 
nerve-ending within her entire body suddenly tingling and shorting out. She 
gasped and wriggled as shuddering sensations began making her soul tremble 
while her body continued writhing. She tried shutting off the feelings, but 
it was impossible. For the first time in her life Kim realized there was a 
wanton streak inside her, and if she wasn't careful, it might very possibly 
come out and take control of her body, just as Hyde took control of Jekyll. 
Ohhhh Lorrrrrd! This was insanity. She had to struggle free somehow. She 
felt ridiculous lying there with her panties and skirt tucked below her 
knees. 

Kim realized tremors were beginning to devastate her body. This was 
ridiculous. Her body wanted to feel what the man's thumb was doing to her. 
Heck! She didn't dare give in to something like this. Certainly not with 
this wrinkled old man and these two ten-year-old snot-nosed kids. She wished 
the man would untie her so she'd be able to dress herself and leave. She'd 
collect her money from Dennis Warren some other time. Certainly if she 
managed to get her panties and skirt back on she'd be able to bring herself 
immediately under control. She felt like screaming, but somehow she knew if 
she started shouting the old man might well cram that gag back into her 
mouth. The twinkling look in those eyes behind his glasses was not one of 
merriment. The wrinkles around his mouth was not a simple smile. It was a 
look of craving wanton lust. She wanted to scream, to shout, to somehow or 
other get away. She knew what the old man was doing at this moment was 
wrong. It seemed obvious he had no intention of cutting her loose. She hoped 
and prayed the stern resolve she felt within herself not to yield would hold 
up. Right now that resolve felt as sturdy as Jello. 

Harold Warren had both hands on her hips now. He knelt beside the chaise 
with his face mere inches away from the juncture between her loins. She 
shuddered as her vagina was inwardly palpitating. His hands had slid beneath 
her and his fingers were massaging her rounded buttocks as he stared at the 
pink embrasure surrounded by the lobes of fleshy curtains, noting liquid was 
slowly starting to seep from within. Kim realized his hands were doing 
strange things to her as they rubbed her smoldering flesh. The man might be 
old, but he certainly knew what to do. His practiced fingers were building a 
sheet of pure flame inside her body. Glowing embers of sensation pushed 
their unwanted way into her, and Kim shut her eyes, knowing she would have 
to fight these feelings. 

"Does anything hurt down here?" the old man asked, and Kim bit her lower lip 
to keep herself under control. Her bubbling vagina felt hotter than a 
witch's cauldron. She stared at the top of the old man's head, as if the 
unappetizing sight of his few skimpy hairs on his otherwise rounded dome 
would help to kill the seething flames of feeling rising inside her. This 
was something she must not permit to happen. She had been a good girl all 
her life, saving herself for the right man, and now this old ... old man ... 
was walking in, taking advantage of the fact that his grandsons had tied her 
up as she had napped, and he was going to do something terribly wicked to 
her. 

Without looking up at her, the man asked, "Does this hurt?" 

Kim wanted to scream at him, to tell him to let her go. She opened her mouth 
but found her throat so constricted that the only sounds emanating from her 
were inarticulate gasps. Inside her body an overpowering battle was raging 
between her senses and her mind. Her physical self was saying, Don't be a 
fool, Kim. You've always wanted to know what sex was about. Well, here's 
your chance. So what if he's an old man. He certainly knows what he's doing. 
At least you can always tell yourself later on that you were forced. 

"No!" she screamed out loud. I'm a decent girl and I won't let this wicked 
old man take advantage of me. If I get free I'll slap his terrible old face. 

Harold Warren no longer felt like playing, and so he began moving his hands 
more swiftly. He looked at Kim's face at the same time that his hands each 
filled themselves totally with the luscious tan globes-with a white 
stripe-of her rounded buttocks, his elbows pushing her panties and skirt 
below her knees. Then, as if he were lifting some holy flagon to his mouth 
in a religious ritual that was older than recorded time, his hands pulled 
her open vagina closer and closer toward his hungering mouth. 

"My gosh!" Kim gasped. "Oh no! No! Don't do that! That's horrible! That's 
wicked!" 

Kim writhed and squirmed in the man's hands, wiggling her buttocks from side 
to side, staring as he gently touched his heatedly hungry mouth to the pout 
of her outwardly curving vaginal lips. The sight was too much. The mere 
thought that the man was doing such a degrading thing made her feel ashamed. 
She shut her eyes and clenched her bound fists tightly, fighting a one-sided 
battle within her. "Ohhhhhhhhh ... pleeeeeaaaaaassssssse ... 
d-o-o-o-o-o-o'nnnt..." she begged. "Oh gosh ... Mr. Warren ... don't do this 
... no ... no ... no..." 

The perspiration breaking out all over her skin because of her exertions had 
brought a rich musky tang to her vaginal lips, and Harold Warren's tongue 
quivered at the delightful pink opening ... his oral organ like the beak of 
a hummingbird at the spout of a feeder. Then, like a writhing adder, he 
snaked his tongue forward into the rich coral depths of her flooded 
interior. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Kim gasped, a wanton, lustful sigh 
that came from the hollowed depths of her shudderingly quivering interior. 
Her buttocks slammed restlessly against the frayed velvet of the chaise on 
which she lay as if trying to pound a hole through the lounge. Her face was 
a twistedly lined mask of horrified thrills. She knew it was wrong and did 
her best to continue resisting, squirming and wriggling, twisting her body 
as if trying to pull away from him, but his hands had her buttocks firmly in 
their clawing grasp, and she was incapable of escaping. 

Kim pulled at the ropes around her wrists, feeling them bite into her flesh 
as she slammed her head back against the curved part of the chaise again and 
again. Her thighs were trying to close, but with his head between them, all 
she felt was greater friction than ever, and each movement seemed to put 
more and more of her tender vaginal labia into contact with the old man's 
evilly slurping red tongue. 

Harold Warren paused for a moment, removed his spectacles, and handed them 
to one of his grandchildren. His face seemed to have even more wrinkles in 
it now as he stared into the throbbing abyss of her honeyed pit. His tongue 
leaped out and circled her fur-lined cleft, drinking the delicious liquid 
that continually seeped from her frothing depths. It had been such a long, 
long time since he had tasted anything this young and this good. From Kim's 
shuddering twitches it was obvious to him that she had never enjoyed this 
particular experience before. Now he pushed his stiffened tongue, like a 
little pink penis, between the two velvet soft layers of her vaginal lips 
and was rewarded by another scream of inner passion. The old man knew his 
females, and he was well aware that this young lady had more hidden rapture 
in the depths of her body than most women. She looked lovely with her tanned 
thighs and soft pliant skin. She tasted delicious, smelled better than any 
perfume from France, and though she was determinedly struggling against him, 
her reactions were those of a truly sensuous woman. He was enjoying her 
immensely. 

Kim's throbbing body trembled beyond her inner control. She strained, but 
the more she worked at it, the harder it was to keep herself controlled. 
Never before, in her wildest dreams, had she envisioned anything like this. 
She was human, and she knew all about sex from the many things she had read, 
but nowhere had these feelings been mentioned. The unwanted delight 
exquisitely permeated her trembling body and she knew she had to fight 
harder. This was rape. She was being forced to do this against her own free 
will, and there was a wanton craving in her that had to be stifled. The 
man's lengthy, driving, licking tongue plunged into her open furrow, driving 
as if it were a steam drill, licking her interior, then sliding out to lap 
at the pink button of her trembling man-in-the-boat. At one point he reached 
forward with thumb and forefinger and he began tweaking her clitoris while 
driving his tongue in and out of her with surging rapidity. 

Harold Warren's amazement at this girl's reactions swelled as his 
not-so-youthful cock continued enlarging and hardening. He had to admit he 
had never seen a woman react this way before. Every little thing he did, 
whether it had to do with her vagina and clitoris, or involved a simple 
caress of her calves-seemed to drive the young girl crazy with uncontrolled 
abandonment. Though she was continually gasping for him to stop it, and he 
had no doubt that in her mind she really wanted him to stop, she was the 
most turned-on female he had ever encountered. It was almost as if she had 
swallowed some aphrodisiac before he'd come home, and it was now working on 
her. Her vagina was issuing oily lubrication like water coming from a 
soaking sponge that was being squeezed. She might not know it, but she was 
ripe for a solid fucking. If she didn't feel his cock plumbing her depths he 
was certain she'd simply deflate completely. From the tightness of her 
squeezing cunt it was obvious this shapely young woman was either a virgin 
or relatively inexperienced. He wanted to take it nice and easy with her 
because the simple fact was Harold Warren left no woman dissatisfied. 

The old man stared hungrily at her trembling fissure. He had never even 
dreamed of being able to deflower any other females. He wondered if his 
penis was up to it. He hoped it wouldn't wilt in the middle of it all. 
Suddenly he knew, without being told, that no one, absolutely no one had 
ever plumbed the tasty depths of this lovely child. This was a girl who, 
with experience, would be even better than the pros he occasionally visited. 
There was something special about this girl. Yes, he had-to make sure she 
had a climax, because when she finally did cum, she was the kind whose 
orgasm was not limited solely to her vagina, but extended to her entire 
body. Everything about her seemed to point to her sensuality, and though it 
seemed so difficult to believe, if her present reactions were any kind of 
indication as to her sexual needs-like some sleeping beauty awakened from an 
evil spell-her body would awaken to the glories of sex just as surely as the 
prince's kiss had done the trick in the fairy tales of old. As a 
matter-of-fact, he was giving her a sort of awakening kiss. He thrust his 
tongue into the heated depths of her womanly tunnel as deep as possible, 
then began pressing a forefinger against the pucker of her tightly clenched 
anal opening, massaging. 

As the man's furious tongue continued its wantonly wicked scouring of her 
moist vagina, Kim closed her eyes and concentrated on closing her mind to 
what he was doing. Instead of fighting and reacting, bouncing her buttocks 
up and down against the chaise, she simply lay there, her thighs clamped 
around his face for support, but her ankles and arms now completely limp. He 
was doing something unmentionably wicked to her behind. Her body was not yet 
ready to handle such a bevy of tactile sensations. She was starting to climb 
toward an orgasmic peak. True, she had no idea what was happening, never 
having had an orgasm before, but felt her innards climbing up a volcanic 
mountainside shrouded by clouds of steamingly overheated desire. She felt 
her body climbing faster, soaring higher, all the time fighting against 
herself as she panted for breath, her heart throbbing in her breast like 
some poor frightened animal caught in a trap. She continually tried her best 
to pull her body away from the old man's working mouth, grinding her 
buttocks into the chaise. She lay there, her proud breasts rising and 
falling as the terrifying tides of lust swept through her and sent powerful 
swells of wanton ecstasy surging through the flooded estuaries of her 
trembling young body. 

Harold Warren sensed her mounting climax, and he also sensed her desire to 
pull away from him. Had she not struggled so furiously he might not have 
sensed her building climax, and so stopped licking, pulling his face away. 
He didn't want her juicing just yet, certainly not at the moment. He didn't 
want to be left high and dry himself. 

"Boy, she really is a fighter," Craig broke in. He and Michael had been 
standing nearby, watching all the time. 

"She's a fighter, all right," the old man said to the boys. "They're the 
best kind to have. When they cum, they really hit the ceiling. Bernice was 
good for you guys to learn. She was a kind of a pair of learner roller 
skates. Now we have the real stuff here. We have the ball bearings. You see, 
boys, at the moment she doesn't know it, but she's just aching to cum. She 
wants a climax so bad she'll do near anything. The real fun is making a girl 
like this, who's so pure and determined not to give in, actually come out 
and beg for it. Oh she'll deny it afterward, and she'll always be thinking 
in her mind that she was forced, but you and I will know better, won't we, 
boys?" 

"Yes, grandpa," the twins echoed. 

"Y'see, with them it's a question of thinking of it as surrendering. Tain't 
that way with us. We're interested in giving the women pleasure 'cause 
whenever she thinks of us, later on, no matter how mad she gets for the 
rape, there'll always be a smile 'cause we made the rape a pleasure." 

"I'll never beg," Kim snapped at him. "You're a terrible old man, and you 
ought to be ashamed of yourself for teaching such young boys to be so 
rotten." 

"You got a lot to learn about life," Harold Warren told Kim. "All I'm 
teaching the boys is what comes natural." 

The old man was a little incensed, not because she had called him horrible, 
or because she had deprecated the fact that he was teaching his grandsons 
the facts of life in this way, but because she had made reference to the 
fact that he was old. Old meant useless, broken down, no good. Hell! He was 
better than ever. He'd made Bernice really squeal when he'd stuck her. By 
the time he was finished with this young woman she'd be begging to be 
fucked. Hell! He'd have her begging like some poor fox cornered in a hen 
house with a shotgun aimed right at it, or like some poor street whore going 
through the stages of heroin withdrawal because she was unable to get enough 
money for a fix. He was going to fuck her for sure, but would fuck her on 
his own terms, when he was ready. He was aware her physical self had already 
reached the point of no-return, even though she wouldn't admit it. Now all 
she needed was one more little bit of sexual pressure-one more nudge in the 
right direction-and she'd be totally helpless. 

Without saying anything more, the old man got to his feet and looked down at 
her. He grinned in triumph as he saw Kim's wide, frightened eyes lock on the 
front of his dungarees. There, clearly outlined, was the elongated 
banana-like shape of his blood swollen prick. His pants were a bit small, 
and in spite of his age, his erection was still as long and as thick as 
ever. The coronal ridge of his penile head was clearly outlined as well. 
Harold dropped his right hand to the huge bulge and squeezed it a little, 
his eyes remaining locked on her lovely face. 

He had to admit, even in fear Kim had a beautiful face. Her cheeks were 
ruddy and apple-colored, and her frightened eyes moved up and down, from his 
face to the bulge in his pants, and back again. She unwillingly gasped, 
afraid to be penetrated by the man, yet knowing her body was in no shape to 
continue in its present condition. If only she was free. She'd pull up her 
pants and then make a run for it. When she got home she'd stand under a cold 
shower for the longest time. 

Kim was fighting a losing battle with herself, but refused to admit it. She 
had to find some way to struggle free of all this. 

She rubbed her body against the chaise, trying to push her panties back over 
her knees, hoping they would cover her pubic area, but she was too securely 
tied. Those damned twins! The moment she was freed, she intended walloping 
each one on his backside so he wouldn't be able to sit for a week. 

Her eyes remained locked on the bulge in Harold Warren's pants as he 
continued squeezing it. 

It was no use. No matter how much she struggled, there was no way she'd be 
able to get her panties up. The twins, seeing what she was trying to do, had 
already tugged her panties and skirt as low as possible. 

Kim's eyes were now locked on the old man's waistband as he undid his belt. 
Slowly, very slowly, he tugged down the zipper, and her eyes widened even 
more. She paid no attention to the twins, who were untying her left ankle. 
One of them had a firm grip on her ankle with his wrist, so she didn't 
notice when the rope was momentarily slipped off, and then both her skirt 
and panties were tugged off. The rope was then slipped back on and her foot 
once again tied down, but this time not so tightly. They left her enough 
room to draw her ankle back and raise her knee. She did it without realizing 
it, as if trying to use her foot to block her vagina from anyone's vision. 

Smiling, Harold Warren stepped out of his dungarees after kicking off his 
shoes. Sliding his. hands under the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, 
he slowly pulled them down as well. .His penis, like an angry bull, leaped 
out, looking for the matador with the tauntingly cape. It throbbed with a 
frightening vitality, and Kim opened her eyes and stared at it. He might 
have been old, but there was nothing old about his penis. It was white and 
rigid with a blood-red tip, and it tremored as if it was something brittle 
about to shatter into a million pieces. Hell! The cock would explode if he 
tucked it back into his pants without giving it a workout first. 

Wordlessly he stepped out of his undershorts, and Kim had to admit, his very 
skinniness kept his wrinkled body looking fairly good. He yanked off his 
shirt, then arms akimbo, knuckling his hips, he stood before her. Her eyes 
swept over him and saw his almost hairless body, though there were still 
quite a few white hairs on his pelvis. All he was wearing were his socks. He 
didn't figure it worth the effort to take the time to remove them. 

Kim struggled again, panting and gasping with a combination of fear, dismay 
and excitement. She watched the way he stood with his mammoth, pulsating 
penis sticking out of its pelvic briar patch like some mighty tree trunk 
that no longer had any branches. Dear heaven, she thought to herself. How 
can such an old man have such a thick, long penis? She had no doubt that 
something like that probing into her body would turn her vaginal flesh to 
hash. Looking at the massive organ, she felt a horrible sense of resignation 
attempt to overcome her. It was one thing to fight for her honor if she had 
a chance. Not that she had any intention of simply submitting. She was still 
a decent woman, and would struggle to the last, but she knew fully well no 
matter how much she struggled that her virginity was almost a thing of the 
past. She consoled herself with the knowledge that she was being forced, 
though she knew better than to open her mouth and scream. Michael and Craig 
had the handkerchiefs ready were she to open her mouth again. Rape was 
something that happened to other girls, never to her. It was something 
people read about, but it never really happened. She lay back, sighing, 
sorrowful, an unwilling slave who would try her best to fight off any 
advances. The twins had untied one of her feet for a moment, she suddenly 
realized, but they had re-tied it before she had been aware of it. Now her 
foot was bound more loosely, though her arms were "still tied as tight as 
ever, and the strain was starting to hurt her shoulders. 

"Pull open those lovely clothes of hers, boys," the old man ordered. "Let's 
get a look at as much of her as possible." 

His voice was old and cracked, his throat somewhat constricted, as if the 
freeing of his penis and elevating of its head had drawn all the cords in 
his body tight, including his vocal chords. 

The two boys laughed and, without another word, walked up to Kim's trembling 
body. They lifted her T-shirt until it was up around her neck, and then the 
old man said, "Ah, heck! I'll give her one of my own shirts, fellas. Cut 
that shirt away." 

The world became a spinning place for shell-shocked Kim Wayne. Why was this 
evil befalling her? What had she done to deserve something like this? 

The two boys ran upstairs to the kitchen, and a moment later they returned. 
Michael was carrying a long kitchen knife, and he carefully and gently cut 
away her shirt, making certain the edge of the blade was never anywhere near 
her body. Knowing what their grandpa wanted, they wasted no time in severing 
her brassiere straps as well. Her harvest moon breasts tumbled out, two 
large, round white spheres with pink areola's in their centers, themselves 
centered by the thickness of her pink nipples. 

The old man was almost unable to contain himself as he watched the TV light 
flicker and bounce off the fullness of her lovely breasts as well as her 
volleyball buttocks, though these were obscured from his vision for the most 
part. He had the boys turn out the lights, and what had been a warm golden 
tan now looked pale white in the white light of the TV tube. Her dark blonde 
fur patch looked so much more delectable in this light, the little curling 
hairs appearing as soft as swan's down. His throbbing cock was jerking 
violently of its own accord, as if urging the old man forward. 

Kim licked her lips, making them moist. Her eyes were quickly accustoming 
themselves to the darkness, and she noticed the two boys had also undressed. 

"I wanna kiss her cunt, too," Michael insisted. "Come on, grandpa. Let me do 
it. I like the taste of cunt." 

"Well, far be it from me to stop you, boy," the old man laughed. "Go ahead." 

Kim might have kicked the little boy away, but that would have angered the 
trio. Though she didn't want his mouth between her thighs, neither did she 
want to hurt anyone physically, knowing they might angrily do something to 
her she wouldn't like. That big kitchen knife now lay on top of the TV set. 

Michael's head was between her thighs now, his palms pressing outward on her 
inner loins, and Kim felt a shuddering chill, knowing such a young boy was 
going to kiss her down there. She shuddered, feeling the stabs of his 
youthful tongue as it delved into her, making her squirm. 

"How about me, grandpa?" Craig asked. 

"What would you like, boy? D'you want her breasts? They're sure mighty big 
and juicy. Heck! I can't wait to pop 'em in my mouth. But if you want 'em 
first, I'll sure give 'em to you." 

"No," the boy whispered, and tugging his grandfather down, whispered into 
his ear. "That's what I want," he finally said. 

The old man straightened up and walked over to 

Kim, saying, "While Michael goes on licking your pretty pussy, Craig has 
expressed a desire to have you suck him a little." 

"What?" Kim exploded, forgetting the tormenting tingles of thrilling lust 
quickly building in her vagina by Michael's torrid tongue. 

"I told him you'd do it," the old man insisted. "Needless to say, you will 
do it. You don't want me making all kinds of ugly threats, do you?" 

"Please," Kim begged. "Not right now. For heaven's sake, not at this 
moment." 

"Think you can wait awhile, boy?" the old man asked. 

"I'll wait," Craig shrugged, his skinny shoulders moving up and down as he 
nakedly stood near Kim's face. "Just remember, the longer I wait, the better 
it's gotta be." 

"Michael," the old man called out, and the young boy dutifully pulled his 
face from her dripping depths. 

"What is it, grandpa?" 

"You can have more of her later. Right now I think it appropriate that I 
fuck her." 

"Oh no!" Kim gasped. "Anything but that. Don't do that." 

"The time has come, to quote Lewis Carroll, to do so many things. Actually 
I'm misquoting him," the old man admitted. "To act with great alacrity until 
your pussy rings. To fuck the hymen out of you, to make you know how good a 
climax feels within your cunt, as sweet as ever it could." 

The old man moved between her thighs, pushing aside the loosely tied leg she 
tried unsuccessfully using to cover her fur-rimmed cunt. Her foot pressed 
flatly on the chaise, his knees between the lovely white columns of her 
supple thighs. He looked at her face and saw fear written all over it, and 
leaning down, lightly kissed her nose, as if trying to assure her he would 
be as gentle as possible. 

The twins gathered closer, looking expectantly, their eyes jumping from the 
two adult groins to their faces, and back again. They had seen their 
grandfather fuck Bernice, just as they had each fucked her, and now they 
wanted to see him push into this young, springy, tight cunt. 

Kim felt the massive rubbery head of the old man's formidable penis rest 
itself ever so gently against the still moist lips of her shuddering cunt 
and simply lay there for a moment. Then, with infinite patience, the blunted 
tip of the organ began parting her vaginal hairs and the boys leaned closer 
to watch in the half light coming from the TV set, their tongues hanging out 
of their mouths. The sight of their grandpa's thick point pressing the 
girl's helpless vaginal lips inward made them both pant and they held onto 
their own penile organs, staring. 

"Please, Mr. Warren," Kim started pleading and begging. "Don't. Please, 
don't. Don't you understand? I am a virgin. I wanted to save my virginity 
for a really special man. Please!" 

"Honey," he told her, "a really special man is about to pop that little 
cherry of yours. I've de-cherried a good twenty girls in my lifetime, and 
I've fucked at least ten times that many. Fucking is good for the health. 
Hell! M'heart is still as strong as ever, and so's m'cock." 

He shivered, feeling a mixture of the girl's lubricity, plus the added 
saliva of both, himself and his grandson coating his cock as it slipped from 
the outer lips of her vagina. He bunched the muscles in his buttocks as he 
leaned forward, his hands pressing flatly into the chaise on either side of 
her. With all the power in his withered body, he rammed forward, shoving his 
solid pole into the heated depths of Kim's cunt. It slid past her inner 
lips, and before she realized it, the entire head was inside her, spreading 
her walls as if they were butter, wedging its way deeper and deeper. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee ... yyyyyyyaaaaaa 
aaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" K im screamed as a white hot sheet of jagged agony 
blasted into her tightly restricted vaginal depths, straight up into her 
intestines and belly, threatening to rip her lovely throat out. Her vagina 
felt as if it had been torn into a deep gouge larger than the Grand Canyon. 
She was certain the penetration of the man's bludgeoning penis into her body 
had broken her pelvis, and she would never even walk again, much less do 
another cartwheel. Her breath was coming out of her in short, agonized gasps 
as she felt the immensity of the penis, not even halfway inside her, 
throbbing as he flexed it again and again. 

"She's tight, boys," the old man told them. "She's really tight. She had a 
tough cherry. It'll take a little doin', but I can pop it, all right, so 
sweetheart, you just ready yourself for it, 'cause here I go." 

"You were so sure you were going to make me beg for it," she sobbed. "Well, 
I'm not begging for it. All you're doing is causing me pain." 

"The pain'll go," he assured her. "By the time you walk outta this house 
tonight, you'll be all set to come back and beg for more. Just remember, 
even with the boys goin' back to their mother tomorrow, you still have old 
Harold who's always willing to give you more." 

Pulling back, he thrust forward again, this time tearing right through her 
vaginal hymen, and the agony she felt now made the other seem like a 
pinprick. Sheer torture blasted it's way through every nerve in her body, 
and she opened her mouth to scream, only to have Craig ram the gag back in. 
She was certain she was bleeding like a stuck pig, and her entire interior 
was probably torn to shreds. Her vaginal causeway had probably been 
destroyed forever. 

The old man had penetrated more than halfway for the moment, and now he 
rested, letting that part of his penis buried in the tightness of her 
formerly virgin cunt rejoice in the fantastic tightness surrounding it. He 
looked at the girl's face, noting her eyes were closed. It had been such a 
long time since he'd had such a reaction to his cock. A girl like this made 
him feel forty years younger. There was something about the youthful clutch 
of her vaginal membranes around his penis that made him feel more virile 
than he'd felt in ages. Her pussy was so tight it threatened to suck his 
sperm out of his body in a single tumultuous and overpowering blast. 

Something wasn't quite right, the old man realized, but he was beyond the 
point of caring. His mind was too fogged with the heat of fucking to think 
about what he was into, and what a massive organ like his might do to such a 
delicate virginal crease. Bunching his old muscles up again, the old man 
suddenly unleashed an awesome forward lunge. He rode his blood-inflamed pole 
to the hilt into the never-before-plumbed depths of the girl's ravishing 
cunt. 

The agony of this third assault was no less painful for poor Kim, but it was 
pain of a different sort, and it served to remind her just how many 
different kinds of pain a penis was able to cause. Her bruised sanity 
returned to her, and she realized she had to come to grips with the brutal 
pounding of the penis buried in the seething pinkness of her inflamed 
vaginal depths. There was no way for her to fight off the palpitating organ 
that sunk into her well. 

Palpitate it did, throbbing very heavily with each pounding beat of the old 
man's sturdy heart against her heaving, sweating breasts, his mighty cock 
entrenched all the way inside her, awakening new pinnacles of earthshaking 
agony in the narrow closure of her womanly culvert. 

Ruined, she thought. I'm ruined. This horrid old man has taken my virginity. 
If there's some kind of a God in heaven why did he allow this to happen? Why 
didn't I listen to Marty's warning? Even the father, Mr. Dennis Warren, 
tried warning me. If I hadn't fallen asleep none of this would have 
happened. "Oh God!" she wept out loud. "Dear God, why did this evil, 
terrible thing have to happen to me? I'm ruined, ruined, ruined," she 
sobbed, keeping time with the way he was flexing his penis inside her. 

"You ain't ruined, honey," the old man told her, biting her right earlobe a 
little as he breathed into her ear. "Heck, you'll be better'n ever. You'll 
see." 

Her determination to get a grip on herself came to the fore and she pulled 
her battered mind together. She took an inventory of her terribly violated 
body as it lay impaled, destroyed in a sense, upon the velvet seat of the 
evil emperor of this palace. Yes, she was spiked by a pale of white muscle 
that was indeed Olympian in proportion. 

A careful mental inventory revealed her vagina, contrary to her initial 
belief, had not been shredded and torn asunder. True, the old man had badly 
bruised it, but there was no irreparable damage. Even the pain she had felt 
was slowly but surely beginning to drift away, and the nerves deep within 
her feminine crucible were beginning to stir in a very unlady-like fashion. 
Nor was her tender pelvis shattered as she had originally suspected, for as 
the old man now began slowly pushing his cock back and forth, it began an 
obscenely salacious and rotating movement that made her feel as if she were 
waltzing horizontally, with her arms and legs still bound. This insane dance 
was driving the maddening wedge of his cock ever deeper into her feminine 
entombment, and was making her violator grunt with pleasurable delight. 

Despite her initial reaction, Kim realized her rectum had not been torn from 
her body by the invasion of the old man's penile shaft in her vagina, and 
even though her hymen had been pulverized, the rest of her was exactly the 
same as before. Her vagina was really intact, cradling the man's weighty 
testicles between the pale globes of her buttocks that protected her anal 
dimple from the rest of the world. 

All in all, Kim allowed, she might survive this horrible nightmare after 
all. It would certainly be helpful if the old man stopped pushing his 
throbbing organ repeatedly into her. 

However, Harold Warren had totally different ideas. Her vagina had been so 
tight that the old man had lost the entire outer layer of his penile 
epidermis on the way to burying it in the young woman's tightness, and he 
was damn well going to get the pleasure coming to him before pulling all the 
way out. At the same time he was still intent on making her orgasm. He had 
never yet completed a copulation without making the woman enjoy it as well 
as himself, and he was determined to make this sweet young blonde scream 
with lust. He removed the gag from her mouth again, saying, "Just don't make 
one of the boys shove it back in." Not that the gag had done much good the 
last time, since he'd been able to understand what she had said with it 
stuck in her mouth. 

Bunching his muscles together, Harold twitched his phallus without actually 
pushing it in or out. 

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmmphhhhhhhh ... uuuuuuunnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh . 
aaaagggghhhh..." Kim moaned, feeling a combination of self-hate and disgust 
as the massive shaft at the bottom of her cunt danced lasciviously around 
within and the dreadful, traitorous nerves of her shuddering vagina suddenly 
responded. All the walls of her inner vaginal passage suddenly responded, 
pulsating with inner muscles that seemed to move of their own volition, 
literally squeezing along the entire length of the old man's penis. 

Unbelievable! the old man thought. Unbelievable! In all the many years he 
had been fucking women he had heard about legendary cunts like this one, but 
he had never been privileged to enjoy one before. This was what was known in 
the parlance as a snapping pussy. A real, honest-to-cock snapping pussy. Not 
able to believe his good fortune, the old man wanted to make certain this 
rarest of all finds didn't get away from him. He reached under Kim's rounded 
ass cheeks with both hands, and then gripped the smooth warm mounds very 
firmly, intent on enjoying the full extent of her delicious body. "Come on 
and fuck, you sweet snapping pussy," he gasped, squeezing her ass-cheeks 
harder. 

"No, no, no. no, no!" Kim loudly protested, shocked and filled with 
self-loathing as agony continued to mentally attack her, though it had 
ceased to physically harm her many moments earlier. She refused to listen to 
her treacherous body as it pleaded with her to respond and give the old man 
what he wanted. After all, her virginity was gone now. There was no way in 
the world for her to retrieve it. At least get something from all this. 

"No!" she shrieked aloud, as her body began responding to the way he was 
fucking her. Her rotating pelvis was already beating a perfect rhythm to his 
firmly gentle thrusts, and the serpentine walls of her vagina were milking 
his penis in perfect time to the now matched pounding of their hearts. 

Lowering his head a little, Harold Warren opened his mouth and used his lips 
to suck on the full pap of her right breast, pulling it far into his mouth, 
sucking solidly on it. At the same instant, one of his fingers found, and 
pressed into, the delightful pucker of her tiny brown ass-hole. 

A new, outrageous pain shot through Kim's body at this strongly insistent 
violation of her tender, innermost parts, but instead of the pain combing 
with the loathing in her mind, it suddenly melted into the passionate 
grinding of her sodden cunt and forced her to fuck with greater, renewed 
vigor. 

"Hhhhhhhhhuuuu uuuuunnnnnnnnngggggggg-ghhhhhhhhaa 
aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed aloud, sobbing and crying as 
she felt more ashamed of herself than ever. This was so degrading to be 
raped and then to feel the urge for more and more and more. Her arms felt 
dead, as if the blood had been drained out of them. She was no longer able 
to clench her fists, and was unaware when the old man signaled to his 
grandsons to sever the ropes binding her. Even with the ropes cut, her arms 
remained over her head for a little while until pinpricks of pain made her 
realize the blood was trying to force its way back in. Common sense told her 
to try and beat the old man off, but his cock, rummaging through her cunt, 
sent a glowing message to her body that would not be denied. He pounded 
savagely into her with a vituperative fury. She was unable to believe a man 
of his years had such awesome energy, yet he fucked into her with repeated 
strokes, thrusting the entire length of his solid penis into her. Again and 
again, and again, he continued slamming his meaty organ into her soft 
twisting depths. The old man started a pile-driving motion and she gasped 
under him, hooking her ankles around his to give her leverage. She didn't 
want this, but she was unable to stop it. Sensuous thrills surged through 
her, and though they were unwanted, they were still there. She mentally 
ached to bring all this to an end, ashamed of herself as the old man's 
strokes lengthened with each thrust, grinding his rigid phallus into her 
depths, spiking himself into the tenderest part of her. She sobbed with 
sexual frenzy mixed with greater and greater self-remorse. Her vagina felt 
ready to explode, and she tried staving off her orgasm, knowing her 
enjoyment of it would be that much more to her shame. 

A succession of constant nuclear reactions burst through her trembling body 
as she grabbed the man's shoulders with her deadened hands and held him 
closer to her. She wished the world would come to an end at that moment to 
make up for the evil she was allowing to be perpetrated on her tender body. 

Kim was not a religious girl. She did, however, have her own knowledge of 
right and wrong, and to her it was wrong for all this to have happened. 
Therefore it was wrong for her to enjoy it. Even as she thought on the wrong 
of it, the muscles of her stretched buttocks, beating as they did against 
the chaise, began twitching spasmodically as the interior muscles of her 
tightly clasping vagina closed in and grabbed the hard-fucking stem of 
turgid flesh, threatening to snap it off. 

Against her will, Kim felt it. The deep-stirring thrills that presaged the 
start of her first orgasm took hold of her. She fought desperately to make 
the feeling go away, but the harder she fought, the more furiously she 
pounded into the crotch of the old man above her, intensifying the thrills 
she was feeling within. Blood was surging into her arms and legs and she 
twined them all the more tightly around the old man's body as she slammed 
her fulcrum into his, hating herself for having no self control. Then she 
felt the giant wave of completion well up inside her vaginal tunnel. 

The first convulsion began in an almost indolent way. It quivered and 
trembled, shaking deep inside her constricted belly, moving downward to 
titillate her cockfilled chasm. Her eyes were wide open now, staring at the 
old man, wondering why she was treating this wrinkled old human casing of 
parchment as if he were some wonderful kind of lover. He was a rapist and a 
wicked one at that. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed in a very tiny voice, and then the swollen cauldron of 
her vagina felt as if it was bubbling over. "OHHHWWWAAAUUUAAAGGGHHH... 

Her demonic frenzy overpowered poor old Harold Warren, who until this moment 
had enjoyed everything his own way. Shoulders hunched, he leaned forward, 
standing on the head of his cock-still buried in the teeming depths of her 
snapping pussy. He slammed into her overflowing orifice as lubrication 
poured out of her and washed the full length of his hard cock, his balls, 
and his thighs. 

The two boys stared in wonderment at the way Kim was responding. They were 
used to the genteel way Bernice had responded to being fucked. This violent 
movement made them more aroused than ever, and each boy was determined that 
he would eventually get a piece of this girl. 

Harold began bellowing like a bull, AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH..." the moment his 
orgasm overtook him. He fell against her, feeling himself being drained as 
never before. 

Finally it was over, and both he and Kim lay together, the two of them 
tired. Kim was unable to resist when the two boys tied her arms and legs 
again to the legs of the chaise. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Don't you understand," Kim said to the old man and the boys as they sat 
nakedly in the kitchen, she bound to the kitchen chair. "You can't keep me 
here forever. Sooner or later you'll have to let me go. When you do, I'm 
going to scream from here to the other end of the country." 

"Oh come on," the old man laughed. "If you scream who are you going to hurt? 
We'll all swear you seduced the boys, just as Bernice did. You have to admit 
they're quite good looking lads." 

"I'm not a child molestor," Kim snapped. "I don't like the innuendo." 

"Perhaps not," the old man smiled. "But that's just what they'll say about 
you." 

"I'll know better," she insisted. 

"Dear girl, yer just like everyone else in the world. Y'care about what 
others think. Y'might as well get used to the fact that y'aren't leavin' 
here until the boys both get their shot at you. Y'oughtta be glad we're 
giving you a chance to rest up a little. I mean, you'll have to admit that 
the session we had was a little wearing." 

"I don't want to talk about it," Kim said, turning her head to the side. 

Kim felt deeply humiliated by all that had happened. Afterward, the boys had 
humiliated her even more by using a washcloth to clean her up while poking 
their fingers into her vaginal area. Each took turns saying, "Yeah, wow! She 
really is one tight cunt." 

From the kitchen window, Kim saw there was a party going on across the 
street. There were lawn spotlights that threw beams clear across the street. 
Down the block, the yacht club was having a little to-do of its own, and as 
a result, the entire street was almost as bright as daylight, even though it 
was twelve-fifteen at night. 

"Now you boys can untie her," the old man said as he finished preparing a 
chicken salad sandwich. 

Dutifully, the twins untied Kim. 

"I don't get it," Kim said to him. "How come you're untying me. You know I 
can run out that door in an instant." 

"All the clothing is locked up in the bedrooms upstairs," the old man told 
her, biting into his sandwich, his eyes twinkling again. "Now if you want to 
run out there naked and start shouting at people, or even if you try running 
home in your birthday suit, letting the yacht club people see you, I'll just 
phone the police and tell 'em how you tried assaulting my two grandsons 
while trying to seduce me. You oughtta know what bad publicity in a small 
town like this can do." 

Kim realized he was right. There was no way out of this dilemma for her 
until they gave her her skirt and a shirt and willingly let her go. Anything 
else would look very bad. 

"All right," she nodded. "You win for now. But that doesn't mean you're 
going to get to me again. I don't like being used the way you used me." 

"Young lady, if y'don't get your ass up to the bathroom right away and 
douche yourself, you just might get yerself pregnant. Y'know, it don't 
matter how old a man is, he still has active sperm. So if y'have any sense, 
you'll move that lovely behind upstairs now!" 

Harold Warren was right and Kim knew it. She hustled upstairs to the 
bathroom and found the rubber bag with the rubber hose. She filled it with 
warm water, sat in the bathtub, and douched herself. She repeated the 
process a half dozen times to make sure. She thought of wrapping towels 
around herself and then running from the house, but even then it would look 
bad if the old man kept his word and called the police. Heck! She knew that 
was exactly what he would do, too. 

Sighing, she wrapped a big towel around herself and went downstairs. Harold 
Warren looked at her and said, "If the towel makes you feel better for now, 
go ahead and wear it, but when we feel like it, it's coming off, honey." 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Kim asked. "I just wanted to make a little 
money so I volunteered to sit with the kids until either you or their father 
came home." 

"Look," the old man pointed out as Kim took a seat in the kitchen, "I'm an 
old man now. Ain't many women I can find who are really interested in me. 
The boys, well they're young, so they can't Find many women interested in 
them. I mean, y'don't honestly expect them to go screwin' some li'l 
ten-year-old girl, now do ya? I mean, a ten-year-old girl don't really know 
nuthin', she ain't really capable of havin' any kind of an orgasm. All she'd 
get is a lotta pain, and y'know, honey, the one thing we don't like to deal 
in is pain. I mean, poppin' your cherry was a necessary kinda pain, but if 
pain ain't necessary, ain't no reason to bring it on no one. Get me?" 

"If there are other old men who feel the way you do, surely there must be 
other old women who want it as well." 

"Most old women are what we call those with strong moral fiber. Honey, I 
can't see bustin' my hump tryin' to con some old biddy into givin' me and 
the boys her dried-up withered ol' pussy. Bernice now, that was a different 
story. We didn't have to con her. She was the one who started workin' on the 
boys. She's always had this thing fer young boys. Later on, if y'like, one 
of the twins'll tell y'how she started it all. That's neither here nor there 
at the moment, though. I came home one evenin', and I went up to m'bedroom, 
and it so happens m'bedroom is next to that of the two fellas here. I heard 
somethin' goin' on in there, and when I opened the door, there was the three 
of them on the bed, with one of the boys pumpin' into Bernice's pussy, and 
the other fella sockin' this li'l cock into her mouth. She was havin' the 
ball of her life, suckin' the little fella off. So what the hell! I joined 
in. All four of us had a ball regularly after that, for almost a year. Then 
my son walked in on us one day, and he joined in. Actually, when I say we 
balled for a year, y'have to remember the little fellas were with their mom 
for six months so we didn't have no sere win' around then. But when the kids 
came back Bernice came back, and everythin' was fine until a little while 
ago, when dumb Arlene walked in on us while the four of us was poundin' 
Bernice." 

"Four of you? How is that possible?" 

"Well, you jes' take my word for it, the four of us was into her, all at 
once. Heck, if you'd hang around long enough we'd be more'n happy to 
demonstrate on you." 

"No thank you," Kim told them. "By rights, my tour as a babysitter ended 
when you came home. Look, Mr. Warren, just give me my clothes and a shirt 
and let me go, huh. All I want to do is go home." 

"No, it wouldn't be fair to the little fellas," the grandfather said. "I 
mean, after all, they did see me boff you. It's only right they get their 
turn." 

"I-I can't do this," she insisted. 

"Look, honey, either y'do it, or we have to call the cops." 

"I can't, I just can't," she gasped, holding her throat. "Don't you have any 
feeling for me at all? Especially after what you did to me?" 

"Aw come on," the old man snapped. "The kids ain't gonna hurt you none. 
Look, tell you what. Suppose you take 'em on one at a time. I mean, if 
y'took 'em both on together you'd be able to get it over and done with." 

"I-I can't," she said, shaking her head. 

"Here," the old man told her. "While y'were upstairs I made you a little 
drink. Toss it off." 

"What is it?" she asked. 

"Just a little absinthe. It does the job as far as makin' you kinda want to 
do as we wantcha to do." 

"Please!" she begged. 

"Either you do like I say or I'll get the cops here right now," he told her. 

"All right," she nodded, too afraid to argue. 

Kim finished the drink she had been given, and even before the old man had 
taken the glass from her, her senses were swimming. There had to be a way 
out of this horrible nightmare, but at the moment she was unable to think of 
what that way might be, and the drink certainly hadn't helped. She was a 
girl unused to alcohol, so the absinthe not only was fully aphrodisiacally 
potent, but made her head swim even more. She had no idea just where she was 
or what was happening, but she suddenly realized she was in one of the 
bedrooms. It was the master bedroom from the looks of it. The furniture was 
still solid contemporary, with an oversized bed in the middle of the room 
made of mahogany. A huge armoire, a dressing table, a dresser, and solid 
chairs, all made of mahogany as well, rested against the walls, and the two 
huge walk-in closets had mahogany-stained doors. 

Kim was now lying on the bed, though she had no recollection of actually 
lying down. The towel had been removed from her, and her golden body 
glittered in the room's indirect lighting. She felt so alone and afraid, so 
totally helpless. What made it worse was the young boy on the bed with her. 
Was it Craig or Michael? She was still unable to tell one from the other. He 
looked less like a child and more like an evil imp. 

Glancing around, she saw the grandfather and the other twin were seated in 
the two chairs to her right. They were as naked as she, and both were 
smiling, waiting to see how the boy on the bed would handle things. 

"Come on, Mike," the sitting boy urged. 

So this one was Michael, the one who had lapped her earlier. 

The boy reached out and put his small hand on her thigh, making her shiver. 
He reached higher, and Kim wanted to close her loins, but found she lacked 
the strength to do so. That drink Harold Warren had given her was more than 
a little potent. The boy's hand moved upward, becoming more and more 
confident with each movement. His fingers ran lewdly through her mossy 
pelvic brush, the teasing blonde down of her softly curling hairs exciting 
and arousing him with heated passion. 

Kim lay, unmoving save for the involuntary relaxing of her thigh muscles to 
allow the small boy access to the juncture between her thighs. Inside, she 
was a mass of turmoiled sensations as she realized her body, against the 
orders of her brain, was reacting to what this fiend of a boy was doing. Her 
sensitive nerve-endings, inflamed by the absinthe she had swallowed, seemed 
to have minds of their own. She dimly realized that whether she liked it or 
not, her mind was no longer in command of her body, and tears began flowing 
down her cheeks. Her body was once again betraying her, and though she 
didn't want anything to do with this horrible boy, her physical being was 
clamoring for inner attention. Wicked old Harold Warren had helplessly 
trapped her, and there was no escape. Even if the whole world believed her 
story, should she get away, she would still bear the stigma in the eyes of 
everyone else as the girl who was screwed by a seventy-three-year-old man 
and two ten-year-old boys. 

She prayed for some kind of strength to endure the horrible occurrence about 
to take place, knowing she had to submit. She felt so helplessly trapped and 
all alone. She shut her eyes and found herself thinking of Marty, the boy 
who had warned her against all this. Had she allowed him to make love to 
her, it would have been a truly pleasurable experience. He was the perfect 
man, too. She had been so adamant because her mother had taught her to 
"respect" her body. She had respected it to the point where the one male she 
did like had kept his hands off, while the males she had thought 
least-likely to attack her were now in the process of doing so, one by one. 

She cringed, thinking about what was going to happen as the small boy cupped 
her vagina. 

"Michael," the grandfather said softly. "Remember, you must always prove 
yourself the dominant one, or the woman will try to take over. The important 
thing is to bend her to your will. Right now the two of you are on top of 
the bedspread. Make her remove the covers." 

"Okay. You-Kim, you heard my grandpa. Get up and take the covers off the 
bed." 

Shuddering, Kim somehow got to her feet, and as the young boy scrambled to 
his feet beside her, cupping her breast with one hand, she pulled the spread 
down. Then she lay nakedly on the bed, her legs clamped tightly together and 
her arms folded over her breasts as she pulled her nipple from the boy's 
questing fingers. She looked at the ceiling, afraid to look at either of the 
two boys or their grandfather. 

"See?" Harold Warren told his grandsons. "Once you make 'em obey they get 
used to taking orders and they'll do anything you want. Now remember what I 
taught you. Merely doing something to her is not enough. You have to get her 
involved. She has to want you to do it. Remember, even though she never came 
out and admitted she wanted to be fucked, we were able to read it in her 
eyes. Just remember, Michael, even if she never verbally says anything, you 
have to wait for those beautiful brown eyes of hers to plead with you before 
you actually fuck her." 

"Must you be so vulgar about this?" Kim asked, trembling, trying to show she 
would never willingly comply. 

"Hey, you don't talk to my grandpa like that," Michael insisted. "Just for 
that, I don't wanna see your face for now. So you turn over and lie on your 
stomach, huh." 

Hating herself for actually assenting with the wishes of a ten-year-old boy, 
but reasoning that to obey meant getting this terrible ordeal over with that 
much more quickly, she slowly, reluctantly did as he ordered, rolling onto 
her belly. She wasn't afraid of any real pain from these three. The most 
painful part of her experience had been the losing of her hymen. Whatever 
they did now, no matter how horrible, she would force herself to endure it. 
Imagine, she was going to be roped by a ten-year-old boy, and was actually 
powerless to do anything about it. Well, there was no law that said she had 
to respond. She had to endure it, but she didn't have to like it. Regardless 
of what Harold Warren said, in her own mind she was content that she had not 
begged him for anything, nor would she openly beg this little monster for 
anything. The whole idea was utterly preposterous. 

The naked boy was once more on the bed, sitting near her buttocks. He 
reached out with his small hand, starting to trace the outlines of her 
loveliness, lightly drawing his hand over the curvature of her spine. He ran 
his tiny hand up the length of her back, then down again, rubbing the twin 
orbs of her buttocks, raising goose pimples all over her. Then his fingers 
drifted down over her legs, sliding inside her thighs, then back up to her 
smooth tanned bottom with the white strip of flesh running across it. 

"Now remember everything I taught you," the grandfather told the boy. 

Kim looked at Harold and Craig Warren. The grandfather's penis was not only 
limp, but still completely shrunken. Craig, on the other hand, had as erect 
a penis as possible for such a small boy. Even his cock was the exact 
duplicate of his brother's, with a tan shaft and a pink head. She was 
already sensing the twitches in Michael's little cock. 

Michael was kneading and squeezing her buttocks with both hands, digging his 
fingers so deeply into her soft skin he left welts on the silken flesh. 

"Gee, you really are much better looking than Bernice," the boy told her. 

"Come on, Michael," she gasped. "Just do what you want to and get it over 
with. I just want to get out of here. Your grandfather has me so hogtied he 
knows I can't go hollering rape." 

"Dear, dear," Harold Warren tut-tutted. "I thought that by now you'd realize 
we have at no time raped you. Even when I fucked you, your body was 
clamoring for it. Don't bother to deny it, young lady. I've fucked quite a 
few women in my time, and I've never had to stoop to anything as heinous as 
rape." 

"Well, I'm still not willing," she told him, tears drenching her eyes. 

"Michael, go t'work on her, but good," the old man insisted. "Let's see if 
you're good enough to make her want it." 

Kim trembled as the little boy began kissing the nape of her neck, kissing 
very wetly and amateurishly, as only a young boy would kiss. His small 
tongue began tracing a wet line down her spine. He crouched lower as his 
mouth neared her buttocks. Then his tongue moved lower, to her thighs and 
knees, paying special attention to the insides of her knees. It was like 
being touched with the feather she had dreamed about earlier. His small 
mouth was hot on the insides of her thighs as he approached the juncture 
where his lips briefly burrowed into the hidden crevice. Finally, after what 
seemed like an eternity to Kim, his mouth had completely run the length of 
her entire body, from the soles of her feet to the nape of her neck, and 
back again. He was at her ears now, probing into her right ear with his 
tongue tip, and Kim shuddered. Even if this was a little boy, what he was 
doing was driving her absolutely crazy, at least physically. The boy ran his 
wet tongue around the shell-shape of her ear, biting her lobe, making her 
quiver even more. 

Kim gasped, fighting the inner fires within her, doing her best to keep them 
from swelling, though what the boy was doing was definitely having its 
effect on her. Little by little she became aware that her body was once 
again an inwardly roaring furnace, and she struggled to maintain some kind 
of control. She was bucking and leaping up and down as the fiery sensations 
churned through her loins. 

Good heavens! she thought. It's starting all over again, and this time with 
a ten-year-old boy. The little stinker's kisses are burning up. I have to 
control myself. I can't surrender to this little rat. His grandfather has 
turned him into a sex maniac. Oh wow! What can I do? 

"Now y'can turn over," Michael told her. "I wanna get a look at those boobs 
of yours again. I wanna see how round and juicy they look." 

Sighing, hating herself for complying, Kim rolled onto her back. The boy 
moved up and instantly began sucking on her left nipple. His mouth opened 
wider, and he was biting the entire areola, sucking it into his mouth while 
his other hand continued caressing her right breast. He cupped the creamy 
white hillock, then began kneading it as he had squeezed her buttocks, his 
thumb and fingers making the nipple stand up like a solid pink pellet. Kim 
writhed even more. 

The blonde girl felt the charging, blasting electric shock of what the boy 
was doing in her rapidly moistening vagina, and she whimpered involuntarily 
with the pleasurable sensation, knowing her body was starting to enjoy it, 
even if her mind was set against this forbidden act. This terrible young boy 
was soon going to imitate his grandfather and fornicate with her. 

She was determined to shut off the feelings in her body. Even if she was 
unable to prevent this, she had to prevent the physical enjoyment of it. It 
was against everything she had ever believed in. Somehow she had to find a 
way to keep herself from responding. Her face screwed itself into a knot as 
she concentrated on all the horrible things she knew in the hope these might 
help her forget what was being done to her. 

Michael's tongue trailed moistly across the front of her torso, stopping 
momentarily to lick into the little cup of her navel, and Kim was unable to 
keep her body from responding, bouncing up and down. Her lips moaned with 
pouting displeasure, angry at herself for being unable to retain control of 
her body. She had to try harder because she might otherwise succumb to this 
villainy, and she would be as bad as they. 

He kissed lower, his lingual digit moving downward through her blonde pelvic 
curls at the triangle of her thighs. 

She had kept her legs clamped together for quite some time now, but the 
boy's licking tongue made her automatically start to open them again. That 
damned absinthe was really doing a job on her. She had hoped that by 
drinking it she might fall into a stupor, and then they would either have to 
do things to her while she was unconscious, or not be able to do things to 
her at all. Things were working out in just the opposite way. 

Michael's tongue was now replaced by his moving hand. He inserted an 
exploratory finger into her soft, hair-surrounded crease. He forced his 
small finger down until he found the hooded bud of her tingling clitoris. He 
rubbed the ball of his finger against it, grunting with satisfaction as it 
began to grow, swelling under his amateurish ministrations. 

Kim found all this impossible to believe. Had the absinthe not made her so 
dizzy, she might well have gotten up and made some kind of a rurt for it. 
With the noise going on outside, the party at one house and the rousing fun 
at the yacht club, there was no way her screams would be heard if she 
elected to scream. Besides, Craig was probably itching to gag her again. The 
two boys and the old man were tormenting her body beyond belief. 

Unexplainably, she lost the last little bit of control she had over her 
thighs. Suddenly, of their own volition, they spread themselves wide apart. 
It was precisely what Michael wanted. He liked the idea of being able to 
gobble pussy, and now his face fell against her open orifice, his mouth 
exploring the hot pink flesh until it finally discovered her pulsing 
clitoral nodule in its canopy of slightly darker skin at the top of her 
inner lips. He licked repeatedly, making Kim moan with agonized pleasure as 
he pulled the little button between his lips and began sucking and holding 
it firmly while his tongue ran around it again and again until he released 
it and pressed the lingual extension flatly against her clitoris, rubbing 
the tip of it back and forth. 

"No ... uhhhhhhhhh ... don't do that..." Kim gasped. "I'm ... uuunnnnhhhh 
... too sensitive there..." 

Michael was in no mood to listen to her. He had found a new toy and was 
enjoying himself with it. 

Opening his mouth wider, he slid his tongue downward, letting the small 
length of it slide into the damp, viscous stickiness of her throbbing 
internal organ. With his small face buried into the searing muskiness of her 
ravished pussy, the boy heard the whimpers and mewls of uncontrolled sound 
he was causing her to moan. Each time his tongue twirled around her velvety 
inner tumescence, licking the rich-tasting coral tunnel, she gasped again. 
His tongue, being so much smaller than his grandfather's, fit that much more 
snugly inside her. Drawing her unresisting legs up, he slid his skinny arms 
under them so that his shoulders were now tightly wedged between her 
wide-open, tan thighs. He tongued more and more rapidly, and Kim knew if the 
boy kept this up, she would shortly be climbing the walls in search of 
another orgasm. No matter what happened, she would not lower herself and beg 
any of the three of them to do things like this to her. She was too much of 
a lady, and no matter how much they degraded her, she maintained a high 
degree of self-respect. 

The young boy slipped both hands under her rounded and pillarly thighs. He 
pushed on them shoving her knees back, lifting her calves so they draped 
over his small shoulders. He moved his hands higher, filling them with her 
rounded buttocks, feeling the tiny muscle movements in them as he strained 
to tug her rectal cheeks closer to him, his tiny fingers digging sharply, 
almost brutally into her, bruising the soft flesh. 

As she felt the boy's tongue sink all the more deeply into the liquid depths 
of her frothing pussy, Kim gasped, unable to contain the pleasure her body 
was feeling. Pure frustration over trying to keep her sounds inside her 
finally made her scream. This was wrong, but her body, against her will, was 
clamoring for more of it. Instinctively she reached for the tight dark curls 
on the boy's head, grasping at him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she 
found herself on the horns of a dilemma. One hand tried to push him away, 
and the other attempted to pull him all the more deeply into her. Sensations 
of passion engulfed her, but she fought them back-for a little while. Soon 
she found herself helpless to resist, but she continued telling herself she 
would not enjoy this wickedness, in spite of the fact that her body was 
automatically reacting animalistically to the sensual sexuality of his 
probing and searching tongue. 

Unable to think any longer, Kim felt her blood burning as the absinthe, like 
acid, bubbled in her arteries. She had to have some kind of release from 
this torture. 

"Good, good, good," Harold Warren urged. "That's excellent, Michael. You're 
very good at that. Though she won't say anything her eyes are glistening. 
She needs more of what you're doing." 

"You horrid old man," Kim gasped helplessly. 

Harold Warren merely cackled. She had called him old again, but he was 
proving he wasn't washed out and useless. First he had vented his sexual 
hunger on her, and now his grandsons, his pupils, were, one at a time, doing 
the same thing. , Standing, he walked over to the bed, and looking straight 
down into Kim's face, he said, "Why don't you have the courage to admit it? 
You know you want to be fucked again. With a vagina like yours, not even 
Michael's penis would be too thin. Your cunt muscles are strong enough to 
crack a pencil. The boy can go on licking all night long, if I tell him to. 
He'll know when you're nearing your satisfaction and he'll stop. Tell him 
you want him to fuck you." 

"No!" Kim shouted at him. "No! You coerced me into this, and I won't be 
degraded further. Whatever my body feels it feels because it's 
animalistically responding. But I'm not an animal. I'm a human being, and no 
matter what you do to me, I won't surrender." 

"If you only saw yourself. Craig, go into your father's room and wheel that 
full length mirror in here. I want our young lady to realize just what she 
looks like." 

The second twin was out of the room in a flash as Kim gasped, feeling 
Michael's tongue stab violently into her seething depths. 

"Admit it!" Harold Warren whispered. "Admit you want to be fucked. Say the 
words, you sweet little cunt." 

"Never!" Kim snapped at him. "You'll never get me to say such terrible 
things." 

Craig came back with the full length mirror and wheeled it to the foot of 
the bed. He tilted it so that Kim was able to see herself, lying with her 
thighs widely spread, while the other twin poked his tongue into her wide 
open feminine vent. The sight ought to have been degrading, but looking, she 
felt more aroused than ever. 

"Michael," the grandfather said aloud, "stop the cuntlapping." 

The boy pulled his face from her teeming pussy, and Kim, staring in the 
mirror, saw the rich pink folds of her vagina had turned almost red. With 
the boy's tongue no longer there, she felt a great emptiness, and suddenly 
the need for fulfillment began tormenting her. Yes, it was wrong, and it was 
evil, but she badly needed satisfaction at this point. Having had one 
climax, having known what it was all about, and now being built toward a 
second orgasm, the interruption was driving her body into convulsions. 

Michael stood obediently near the head of the bed, his rampant little penis 
pointing directly at her, waiting for his grandfather to tell him to 
continue. He knew his grandpa wouldn't let him go unsatisfied. ' 

Kim's body was screaming for physical fulfillment, and against the orders of 
her mind her fingers sank into her own screaming vaginal crevice, and 
without realizing it, she slipped her own middle finger against her wet 
slash. The point of her finger found her clitoris, and she began rubbing it 
back and forth, moving her hips in obscene circles as she lay on the bed, 
thighs splayed widely and obscenely, her breath coming in heated spasms, her 
eyes brightly glazed. Though her mind shut everything off, her body was 
continuing to react as she slammed her fulcrum against her hand again and 
again. For some reason she felt as if her entire being was one big vagina. 
She ached for satisfaction. 

Almost out of her mind with the desire for needed release, she pulled her 
legs up, fully exposing the entire plane of her womanhood to the man and the 
two boys. Reaching down, she spread the lips of her hot pussy widely, 
staring at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what she looked like, 
telling herself to stop it, but unable to physically restrain herself. Her 
open labia were a pair of blood-filled lips, wide apart and begging even if 
her mouth refused to say anything. 

"You see," Harold Warren said to his grandsons. "She's too stubborn to come 
out and admit she wants to be fucked, but the movements of her hands and 
body tell the whole story. She wants that tight pussy reamed out all over 
again. She's beggin' for love, lads." 

"You're a horrid beast," Kim said to the man. "No decent human being would 
do this to any woman." 

"No decent woman'd keep on fightin' what she knows she feels deep inside 
her. C'mon, girlie, you wanna be fucked, and y'know it. Say it, and I'll let 
Michael fuck you." 

"Don't do me any special favors," Kim insisted. 

"Sex ain't doin' no one favors," the old man pointed out. "Both parties 
involved kinda like it. You're a stubborn little twat, Kimmie. You'll learn, 
though. You'll earn real good before we're through with you. Y'may never 
come back here again, but every time you walk past this house, that cunt of 
yours is gonna twitch like crazy, remembering all the great times it had 
here." 

"You really are insane." 

"Time to get things moving again. C'mon girlie, off the bed, on the floor, 
on yer knees." "What for?" Kim asked. 

"Don't ask questions," the old man told her, "or I'll have one of the boys 
get a camera and take pictures of yer naked body which we'll show all over 
the neighborhood. Just do like yer told, come off the bed and get on yer 
knees." 

Sighing, Kim rose from the bed, slid off, and went to her knees next to the 
bed. The old man had Michael sit on the edge of the bed, and then had him 
lie back with his thighs spread wide, and his feet still dangling over the 
side. 

"Now you move between the boy's thighs," the old man insisted. 

Kim, still not knowing what the old man was up to, did as she was 
instructed. She was looking down at the young boy's stiff penis as it 
pointed almost directly at her face. His small, hairless sac covered two 
tiny balls, and if the situation weren't so serious, she would have been 
laughing. The penis, neither longer nor thicker than her middle finger, was 
leaking the colorless lubrication she, herself had felt seeping from her own 
thighs. His testicles, small as they were, jumped up and down in the tiny 
wrinkled sac, and the muscles in his thighs were twitching in anxious 
anticipation of what the young boy knew had to be coming. 

"For a small boy he's not that badly built," the grandfather said. "When he 
grows up, he'll be like his daddy and his grandpa." 

"So?" Kim shrugged, her eyes still on the penis as if it was hypnotizing 
her. 

"It's time for the boy's cock and you to get better acquainted. Before 
y'take it into yer cunt, I think y'd better suck on it, first. You're 
kneelin' in the right position, so take it in yer mouth and give it a good 
tongue bath." 

Turning her head, she looked at the old man and shouted, "You are a crazy 
old loon. I can't ever do a thing like that." 

"Kim-girl, don't be givin' us such a difficult time. I kept you from suckin' 
Craig's cock before 'cause you said to give you a little time. Well we gave 
you a little time. Now you'll be suckin' Michael's little penis there, and 
be grateful it's not like min, 'cause I'd cram my cock all the way into yer 
pretty little gullet and maybe choke y'a little. Now get that mouth of yours 
to work." 

This whole thing was getting completely out of hand. Kim wanted to jump up 
and run out of there, but she knew the old crazy man would probably call the 
police, and even if she got back to her house safely, without a key she'd be 
ringing the bell until someone let her in. In the meantime, a squad car 
might pick her up, and she was certain to be spotted standing nakedly 
outside by more than one person. Yet she was determined she didn't want to 
do this latest thing. 

The old man reached down and put a hand on the nape of her neck. He ran his 
other hand over her full breasts, then kneeled beside her and touched the 
curve of her waist and the roundness of her haunch. He rubbed his soft cock 
against her side, letting the seeping lubrication wash itself all over her. 
At the same time he was reaching lower with his hand, sliding it between her 
thighs, rubbing the clitoral bud that now stood out so far, creating more 
and more erotic stimulation. 

Perspiration broke out all over Kims's forehead as his finger began rubbing 
her clitoris, and the shock of it was more than she was able to stand, even 
though her mind continued resisting. Her hips, without her willing them to 
do so, were gyrating in small circles, and her moist vaginal lips ran 
themselves up and down the length of the old man's moving finger. 

He pressed very gently on the nape of her neck, saying, "Don't make out like 
it's such a horrible thing, Kim. All the women who learn to do it, learn to 
like it. Her face was moving closer and closer to the boy's rock solid 
little penis. 

"Please..." she begged. "Don't make me..." 

"Start kissing, Kim," he told her. 

The old man was playing games with her, and Kim realized he was going to 
make a fool of her. This was the one thing she had never wanted to do, no 
matter how much she liked the male she was with. Other girl friends had told 
her how their boy friends had forced them to do it. Kim didn't like the idea 
of being forced to do anything. Yet she had no choice as she felt his 
fingers apply more pressure to the back of her neck. Reluctantly, she 
lowered her mouth to the tiny, blood-engorged tip, and placing her lips 
gingerly against it, kissed the small penis, knowing full well in her mind 
this was another wrong. She was doing it solely because she was being forced 
to do it. Her body was demanding release as well, but she was certain it 
would never come this way. With a strong revulsion, she opened her mouth and 
let the small penis slide in, tasting the pungent masculinity of the young 
boy. Her mouth was surprised at the soft texture of his rubbery head as she 
folded her lips to cover her teeth to avoid biting him. She began sucking 
strongly. 

"Make her use her tongue, grandpa," Michael gasped, bouncing his buttocks on 
the edge of the bed. 

Without being told, Kim touched the head of his small phallus with her 
tongue and felt the jerking shock of it in him as she swirled her oral 
member around and around. She had no idea why she was slurping the penis so 
fastidiously, but it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to do, 
wrong though it might be. The tip of her tongue probed the tiny little slit 
in the head of the boy's stiff cock, and the boy's hips were now ramming up 
and down, thrilling to the feel of his entire cock being pulled on by her 
lips. 

Against her will, Kim was feeling greater and greater sexual arousal as his 
movement sent a pounding, crashing, rhythmic sense of tingling through her 
entire body. 

"That's enough," Harold Warren told her. 

Thank goodness! Kim thought, wondering why she was moving her mouth so 
reluctantly away from the boy's penis. 

"Now," the grandfather said, "just so there'll be no mistaking who is 
fucking whom, Michael, slide farther up onto the bed." The boy did so, still 
lying on his back. "Kim, you spread those lovely thighs over the boy, sit on 
his cock, and suck it into your tight cunt." 

Kim wondered why she didn't think of this as being depraved. Her mother 
certainly would have thought of it as such. Even her sister, who was more 
liberal-minded than she, would never have stooped to letting herself fuck a 
ten-year-old boy. Yet the old man had her by the proverbial short and 
curlies, and so she slowly moved on top of young Michael, her legs 
straddling his spread hips. She reached down and gripped his tiny pole 
between her thumb and forefinger and then guided it, unerringly, into the 
wet warmth of her tightly anxious cunt, for though her mind continued to 
argue against what she was feeling, her vagina, having tasted satisfaction 
once, wanted more. She slowly dropped her weight onto the boy, absorbing the 
thin length of him in a single movement that was totally pleasurable as her 
vagina slowly but surely adjusted to his narrowness by tightening up. The 
young boy's rock hard flesh slammed into her vaginal vault, not filling her 
nearly as completely as the old man had done earlier, but creating a 
satisfactory feeling as her walls tightened even more until they had a firm 
grip on the phallic lance. Now she was so contracted that her cunt felt as 
tight to the young boy as it had felt to his grandfather earlier. 

"Ooooommmmmmphhhhhh!" the boy gasped. "Hey, you be careful, Kim. You almost 
hurt me." 

Even as he spoke, Michael's unexpected pain faded away, and the young boy 
was gasping with thrilled delight. He flexed his hips and drove his small 
cock upward, sinking it as far as possible into the tight tube of her 
squeezing vagina. The satiny wetness of her squeezing flesh completely 
enveloped him, Kim's body squirming and writhing above him uncontrollably. 

"How's it feel, Mike?" Craig asked, walking over and watching his brother's 
glazed expression. 

"Wow!" was all Michael was able to say. 

"Good, huh?" 

"She's a lot better'n old Bernice," Michael gasped. "Craig you ain't never 
felt anything so tight. Wow! She's really somethin'. " 

"Do I go next, grandpa?" Craig asked, a whine in his voice. 

"You sure do," his grandfather nodded. "Heck, it'll be awhile before I can 
get me another erection, and it'd be a real shame to let a sweet pussy like 
this go to waste." 

Kim tried to shut her mind to this awful thing happening to her. She began 
moving without realizing it, and her body began to abandonedly thrust up and 
down the length of the tiny hardened cock, taking all of him in her wet, 
satin-lined cunt with each downward thrust. She unconsciously leaned 
forward, putting her weight on her hands, which now pressed into the bed on 
either side of the boy's head. This enabled her to move her hips more 
freely, and she began furiously pumping her roundly quivering buttocks up 
and down on the boy, moving faster and faster, her rhythm of lust inexorably 
increasing as she found herself locked to the boy by the upward thrusting of 
his erect phallus. 

The reversal of roles bothered her. She realized what the old man was doing. 
This way, with her on top, he would always be able to claim she was fucking 
the boy rather than the boy fucking her. He was one real cute old codger. 
Without realizing it, she was becoming absorbed in concentrating on the 
sensations in her shuddering vagina. The freedom to move, to command her own 
direction and to set her own speed, created sheer pleasure in her body that 
her mind din't want, and she found her swirling brain lost in the morass of 
nerve-tingling thrills. 

Bareassed, she rode bareback, pounding down against the boy's pelvis as if 
she were riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo, taking every last little bit of 
his small cock, and his balls, as well, with every frantic downward thrust. 
Against her will she was riding the boy for all he was worth, her hips 
writhing circularly, pounding insanely against him as she rose and fell, 
swirling in great, grinding undulations, her breasts hanging pendulously 
over his face. Her nipples beat against his cheeks and eyes, her belly 
slammed against his hairless groin as she leaned farther forward and crammed 
her body down all the harder. 

The boy was wise enough to remain still, holding the length of his throbbing 
prick rigidly for her to ride on, letting her do all the moving, her tightly 
wet cunt sliding on his pulsating length, moving beyond the control of her 
mind. He was unable to match her pounding beat, so he raised his youthful 
hips higher, offering up his young manhood in sacrifice as she danced a 
ritualistic fornicating dance above him. The boy slid his clenched fists 
under his ass cheeks to keep them higher as her thrusting, pummeling cunt 
slammed nlown against him. 

On and on Kim rode the young, unbridled bucking pony beneath her, arid it 
seemed like she was moving on a never ending trail. 

"Wow!" Craig gasped. "Grandpa, she's terrific. I have to go next. I just 
have to. She really is better than Bernice." 

"Take your grandpa's word fer it, boy, she's somethin' special, this one. 
Too bad we can't keep her around. Not that it'd matter too much t'you and 
yer brother, anyway. The both of you are goin' back with your mom, tomorrow. 
Remember, not a word of this t'her. She already made us lose Bernice. We 
don't want her losin' us any more fun when we get together. Next year the 
both of you'll be a little older, and your pricks'll be longer and thicker, 
and you'll really be drivin' the women crazy. Just leave it to grandpa to 
find more gals." 

Kim pounded up and down gaspingly until she found herself on the edge of a 
volcanic chasm. Down below was a crater of boiling, bubbling molten lava. 
Without hesitation she charged her ypung mount into it, and at last she felt 
it growing inside her, coming to her as the molten lava surrounded and 
consumed her, the liquid racing through her as she felt a new orgasmic 
release about to spring forth. Though her mind kept arguing against it, her 
body craved it. 

Michael, under her, had finally found the constant rhythm of her bucking 
movement and now rose to constantly meet her churning thrusts. He stabbed up 
into her, measuring her depths and tightness with his searing, rock solid 
shaft, slamming it into her as if hoping to pierce her tender belly with it 
until they were one in the blistering, thrilling pulsations of total orgasm. 

"AAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIII ... EEEEEEYYYYYYIIIIII ... 
HHHHHHEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" the young boy squeaked out, his soprano cry 
frothing forth from his small mouth as his face twisted and contorted, 
changing his features so that for the moment he no longer resembled his twin 
brother even a little. His heavy sperm began jetting into the tight confines 
of Kim's tender cunt, hosing all her walls again and again until the sheer 
weight of the fluid made most of it plop out of her onto his pelvis. 

The boy's penis shrank swiftly, and Kim realized she was left hanging on the 
edge of her own cataclysm. She was panting, but refused to say a word, 
knowing anything she said would only put her that much more into the old 
man's power. 

Harold Warren realized what was happening. His own cock was not yet hard, 
and he felt it would be unfair to Craig to bring her to a finish with 
himself not yet near an orgasm, so he rolled Kim off Michael, and as she lay 
on the bed, he jammed his fingers into her cunt and pushed them in and out 
while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. It was all Kim needed to go over 
the edge, and she found herself cumming. 

"HHHHHHAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGH H H H H H H 

UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH ... A A A A A A R R R R G G G G H H H ... 
EEEEYYYYYAAAGGGGHHH ... CCCCCOMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG GGG!" she gasped. 

Her body reached past her mind and tried sucking up the entire orgasm. It 
wasn't as heavenly as it had been when the old man had fucked her, but it 
was better than being left high and dry, or in this case, high and wet. Her 
cunt dilated around the fingers as her vaginal lips pulled him in while his 
thumb continued to rub her clitoris. 

Finally her interior shrank and the old man pulled his cum-soaked fingers 
out of her. Craig was there with a washcloth and towel, and the grandfather 
used both before making certain Michael washed himself off again. 

Kim lay there, tired out, incapable of movement for the moment. When she 
finally was able to move, she hurried to the bathroom and once again 
carefully douched herself until all of Michael was out of her. Her interior 
was sore from the drubbing of the two penises. The fact that Michael's had 
been smaller hadn't mattered even a little, because her vaginal interior had 
adapted so well to it, tightening around it. Harold Warren had been right 
about her vagina being able to handle them thin as well as thick. 

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, it was just after one o'clock in 
the morning. Kim was very tired, but the excitement plus the horror of it 
all kept her from being sleepy. Her only hope to get out of here lay in the 
return of Dennis Warren, and that wouldn't be for at least a half hour yet. 

Sighing, she went downstairs to the kitchen and made herself a bologna 
sandwich. Being raped made her hungry. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"This is a living nightmare," Kim insisted, finishing her sandwich. "Why do 
you persist on keeping me here against my will?" 

She was nakedly sitting in the living room, and the old man and the two 
boys, no less naked than herself, were sitting there with her. She was on 
the sofa and they sat on assorted chairs. Just looking at them gave her 
chills. She was certain she would have been able to tell the twins apart by 
now, if only by the fact that Michael had cum once, and should have had a 
limp penis. The boy was young, with a load of stamina, and had almost 
instantly recovered. His cock was as hard as ever and Kim was unable to 
differentiate between them. 

"Your trouble is your upbringing," the old man told her. "Tain't as if 
you're some kinda infant or something. Why the hell are you fightin' me? All 
I wanna do is give you a good time along with the boys. After all, they're 
going away tomorrow, so this is kinda like a farewell present for 'em. I 
mean, tain't like I'm really takin' something away for you. That there hymen 
of yours was one big pain in the pussy to begin with. So I got rid of it fer 
ye. Tell me, did you really expect to be a virgin when y'got married?" 

"That's not the point," Kim snapped at him. "I'd like to be able to choose 
the man I go to bed with. I'm not some kind of a slave at a flesh market who 
has to do whatever makes her master happy." 

"So you'd have picked some boy your own age, or maybe a little older," the 
old man laughed. "Hah! That probably would've been the sorriest moment of 
yer life. That cherry of yours was a hard thing to break. Any other guy 
would've cum in the process of doin' it. Girlie, I did y'a favor and ye 
don't even realize it. Even if I'd have caused nothin' but pain, so y'd be 
hatin' me instead of some boy you used to like. The fact remains I gave ye a 
lotta pleasure after the pain, and the boy here also gave ye pleasure. Come 
now, admit that much." 

Kim wanted to deny it, but the simple fact was that physically her body had 
indeed felt a lot of pleasure. Nevertheless it was wrong. So she said, 
"Whether I liked it or not doesn't matter. It doesn't make it any more 
right." 

"Y'know, when I was young I knew a girl like you. While we're waitin' fer 
you to get your strength back, I'm gonna tell you all about her.' So Harold 
Warren unfolded his story. 

Her name was Carol. She was a little bit of a thing, no more than five feet 
tall, if that, with jet black hair and tan skin. She had eyes of brown in 
which a man might have drowned. Her nose was small, and so was her mouth, 
except that she used it too much to talk, and whenever boys took her 
out-this was way back a good fifty years earlier-she expected to be taken to 
the movies or a vaudeville show, and then for some ice cream, after which 
she'd always talk her way out of going to lovers' lane with the boy. Word 
got around that Carol was a cock-tease. 

At that time, Harold Warren was a merchant seaman, home to visit his own 
folks, and having seen Carol, he decided she was pretty enough to date. 
True, she didn't have huge breasts, but the ones she had sure pushed her 
dress out nicely. She had small hips, a nice, almost boyish figure, and yet 
she was all woman. By now Carol was almost twenty-years old, but she was 
afraid of marriage because of what her mother had warned her about on the 
wedding night. Almost all her friends were married. 

One Saturday evening Harold took Carol out. They went to the movies, then to 
a small restaurant, and afterward Carol started gabbing, hoping to convince 
Harold to take her home. Where other men drove her home merely to shut her 
up, Harold had another way. He didn't drive to Lovers' Lane because it was 
too crowded. Instead he drove his little flivver behind the huge iron works 
where no one else parked. Carol, realizing Harold was not going to take her 
home, tried to pretend she was asleep when he parked the car. Harold merely 
smiled, scrunched up next to her, and without a word passing between them, 
allowed his fingers to slide along the heavy swell of her small breast until 
his open palm cupped the full surging mound of her mammary very delicately. 

"Harold, you shouldn't do that," Carol admonished, and tried pulling away. 
But Harold's other arm was around her shoulder, pulling her closer and 
closer to him. Her body stiffened as his middle finger ran up and down the 
bullet shape of her nipple, making it swell and peak. 

Carol tried to argue with him, to pull away, even to slap his face, but 
Harold was determined to teach her a lesson. Hell! She was one shapely 
female, her soft, tanned skin tight and resilient, her close-cut black hair 
rich and shining. Even as she struggled she was gasping, but not because of 
the effort she was putting forth. Harold was arousing the sleeping animal in 
her. 

He tweaked the sensitive nipple with thumb and index finger, and Carol 
shivered up and down her trembling spine. Pausing for a moment, he moved his 
exploring hand around the firm curve of her breast until his fingers found 
what he was seeking, and with a practiced one finger move, he undid all the 
buttons on the back of her dress. Carol gasped and struggled even more, but 
Harold told her, "Just relax, honey. We're more'n ten miles out of town, and 
the way back has a lotta rocks and hard ground. If y'try to walk it y'won't 
make it until morning." 

"Don't ... " Carol begged. "Please ... oh please ... you know I have to be a 
virgin on my wedding night." In those days virginity on the wedding night 
was an important thing, so Harold said, "You just do as I want and when the 
time comes for me to marry you, you'll still have that sweet cherry." 

"Me? Marry you? Never!" Carol insisted. 

"Oh yes, my dear," Harold told her. "Not only will y'marry me, but tonight 
you're gonna kiss me to seal the bond." 

"I've kissed a lot of boys," Carol gasped, knowing it was a lie. 

"Not the way you're gonna kiss me, honey," he laughed. 

His hand was inside her dress from behind, and he slipped his fingers 
between her warm flesh and the top of her bloomers, reaching a few inches 
into her rectal crevice. This made Carol jump indignantly, and so he reached 
even farther down and pressed the ball of his finger against the puckered 
ring of her anus. 

"Don't you dare do this," Carol gasped. 

"Don't see why not," Harold mused. "After all, all of you is gonna belong to 
me eventually, honey." 

"Never!" Carol gasped. 

He massaged her nakedly sensitive ass-hole in slow, tight, concentric 
circles as his hand opened and rubbed her buttocks, making her wriggle. 

"Now I'm gonna give you a choice," Harold told her. "You can take off the 
dress yerself, or I'll tear it offen you, and if I tear it off, yer ma and 
pa are gonna wonder what happened." 

"You wouldn't," Carol gasped. 

"Want me t'prove it?" he asked. 

"No!" she gasped. 

"Then get that dress off, honey." 

'Reluctantly, against her will, Carol pulled her dress carefully over her 
head, and while she was still pulling her head out of it, Harold undid the 
seven snaps holding her brassiere in place. Carol gasped when he reached 
under the cups of her brassiere and filled his hands with the firm smallness 
of her two breasts as she finished taking off the dress and putting it in 
the rear seat. She struggled with him when he removed the brassiere, but it 
did finally come off. 

Harold stopped his smooth movements to admire Carol's body again. Yes, he 
liked the way she looked, so tiny, so frightened, but most especially 
feminine. He liked her shape, liked it a lot. He enjoyed the small, firm 
mounds of her breasts as they slightly jiggled with her ragged breathing. 
Carol had wanted to cross her arms in front of her, but he had slapped her 
hands away, and she sat upright, those lovely little breasts thrust proudly 
toward him, as if to tell him to do his worst because she knew that deep 
down she was not in any way yielding to him. Her nipples were elongated 
nubbins surrounded by half-dollar-sized brown areolas. They swelled even 
more rigidly as warm night air blew over them, sending a burst of inner 
electricity shooting through her entire body. Carol had never been with so 
dominant a man before. She had to admit she liked him better than the 
jellyfish she had previously gone out with. 

"You swear I'll still be a virgin when we leave here?" she asked, again. 

"I told you, if you was a virgin when we got here, you'll be a virgin when 
we leave, though to be truthful, it's you, the gal, I like, and not that 
dumb piece of cherry in your cunt. Y'know, it don't really matter much, 
'cause I'm the guy you're gonna end up marryin'. " 

"Just swear you won't. . . well, you know..." 

"Y'mean y'don't want me t'fuck you? All right, honey, I'll save the fuckin' 
fer weddin' night." 

He reached out again, his outstretched fingertips brushing delicately over 
her soft, warmly tingling, rounded breasts. First he massaged one, then 
gently caressed the other before clamping his hands over both of them, 
squeezing her soft, tanned flesh between his crushing fingers. 

Carol felt shuddering thrills shoot through her body, but refused to admit 
how much she liked it. She ached to cry out for him to continue, but her 
upbringing was such she didn't dare admit she liked what he was doing. She 
was a gentle lady, and her mother had told her that she must remember she 
was a lady at all times. Even so, she was unable to control the reactions of 
her body, and her thighs were opening and closing like swinging bar room 
doors. A warm dampness filled the crotch of her bloomers, spreading between 
her rounded thighs, making her grind her buttocks salaciously against the 
car seat. They clenched the fabric of her panties tightly between them, and 
she clamped her mouth shut to keep the unlady-like sighs from escaping. His 
touch on her breasts drove her insane with a passion she had never before 
known was inside her, and she was going out of her mind with blind thrills. 
A scream of lust 'leaped from her throat to her mouth, and she forced 
herself to swallow it. His knowledgeable fingers made her wriggle 
uncontrollably. She offered no resistance, though she ought to have, when he 
made her stretch out on the car seat as he continued to relentlessly caress 
the nakedly soft tan mounds of her small, rounded mammaries. A low, moaning 
cry finally escaped from her as he roughly seized the tenderly throbbing 
swollen nipples and squeezed them, enjoying the way they pulsated. He toyed 
with them mercilessly, and Carol knew this strange man had control of her as 
no other man ever would. 

His hands left her feverishly expanded nipples and now slowly eased along 
the flat, almost indented plane of her belly. Without realizing it, Carol's 
buttocks arched off the car seat as Harold's fingers slid under the 
waistband of her bloomers. There was a dim exit light at the rear of the 
iron works, and in this yellow light Harold was able to see Carol's 
struggling body was covered with tiny goose bumps, for even though she was 
responding to what he wished, she kept whispering for him to stop. He 
reached lower, sliding his fingers through her sparse ebony hairs and 
finally made shocking contact with the warmly moist lips of her tender 
vagina. 

"Uuuuuummmmmmphhhhhh!" Carol gasped. "Oh no ... no ... you mustn't. . . you 
promised..." she murmured, her voice floating mindlessly through the night 
because of the ecstasy she felt at the touch of this man's hand on her 
vagina. 

Clinging to the soft, moist flanges of her delicate vagina with his curved 
fingers, Harold ventured a middle finger between the wetly pink ridges, and 
Carol gasped as her feverish loins suddenly thrust themselves automatically 
against his hand. Her mouth was still babbling, pleading with him not to do 
this, and to temporarily silence her, he kissed her for the first time. When 
he finished the kiss, he said, "I have another way to shut you up, honey, 
and I'm gonna show it to you in a little while. Then, any time-you open that 
yap of yours again, just remember I'm gonna shut you up the same way again." 

His middle finger slowly examined the entire wet length of her heated cunt, 
once more reaching forward to touch the tiny muscular crinkle of her anus, 
then letting the finger slide up to titillate the delicate clitoris, teasing 
the slavering lips of her vagina as well. When his finger probed into the 
clasping vise of her vagina, her soft pink walls, tight as they were, parted 
unhesitatingly as his outstretched middle finger slipped, with some 
difficulty, into her tightly clasping corridor. He moved his finger in and 
out, plunging it a little deeper each time until it touched the delicate 
membrane of her hymen. The mere touch made her gasp as she felt a little 
pain. 

"Hey, you really are a virgin," he smiled. "Well, hell, like I said, I ain't 
gonna fuck you until wedding night. For now, we'll content ourselves with a 
little fingerfucking. Okay?" 

Carol tried to reply, but as she opened her mouth to speak, Harold 
sadistically squirmed a second finger into her tight vaginal tract, pushing 
both fingers in up to the first knuckle, thrilling to how tightly 
constrictive she was inside. He kissed her mouth again, clogging her throat 
with his tongue as he worked his fingers around and around in her cunt while 
rubbing the heel of his hand against her clitoris. He had her sitting 
against him with her feet stretched toward the door while he sat behind the 
wheel. His left hand cupped her left breast from behind and his right hand 
was working in her vagina. 

"Well," he said, pulling his lips from hers as her head nestled against his 
chest, "d'you like it or not?" 

"I'm not supposed to say," she told him, panting heavily. 

"Either you tell me or I'll take my fingers out." 

"Oh no!" she gasped, and realized too late that she had committed herself. 

He slid his fingers from inside her throbbing vagina and began palpating the 
little bulb of her throbbing pink clitoris, rubbing firmly with both 
fingers, making it swell and enlarge. He massaged the incredibly sensitive 
nerve-ending as the now sex-starved girl moaned and writhed against him in 
the car. He used his thumb as well, rolling the little pink pellet back and 
forth as if it were a marble, teasing the pulsing bullet, making Carol 
repeatedly gasp and choke for air as continuous waves of thrillingly 
rippling ecstasy now swept through her shamelessly aroused body. 

Her naked pelvis ground itself firmly against his fingers and the man 
continued his maddening digital assault on her tender vaginal area, twisting 
and tugging the hardened nodule of her delicate clitoris until her moans 
were no longer soft. She cried out loudly from the delightful agonies of his 
talented fingering. She thrashed, vibrated, jerked and twisted, gasping, 
"Don't stop! For the love of heaven, don't stop!" Her voice was shrilly 
screaming, her words bouncing off the brick walls of the iron works. 

Sensing she was near her orgasm, Harold began roughly rubbing her moistly 
throbbing vaginal slit with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the 
quivering fleshy peak of her clitoris and along her heated furrow between 
the anxiously leaking labia of her quivering vagina. 

"Ohhhhhh ... yessssss ... yessssss. . . yessssss ... YEEEEEESSSSSS ... 
EEEYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Suddenly Carol's tight buttocks and back were arching high off the auto seat 
as if she were possessed by a dozen different demons, her heatedly wet pussy 
now grinding insanely against his moving fingers as a long, pitiful moan 
slipped from her parched, open lips. " H H H A A A RRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

The impassioned young woman jerked and quivered from head to foot, twisting 
convulsively with her thighs clamped around Harold's wrist as the shuddering 
currents of her orgasm raced from her heatedly straining loins, bathing his 
hand in a slippery gush of orgasmic juices that soaked his palm while 
seeping down the crevice of her buttocks before spreading in lewd trickles 
over the soft moons of her buttocks. Finally, with a trembling sigh, her 
behind slowly sank back to the car seat and she lay with her head pressed 
firmly against the chest of Harold Warren. 

She was panting hoarsely, struggling to regain her breath, and she finally 
said, "Oh Harold ... that was unbelievable." 

"Get yourself dressed, honey," he told her. "Before we leave here,' we're 
going to try something else." 

Without realizing what he meant, Carol hurriedly slipped into her undies and 
her dress. When she was finally dressed, she said, "What idea do you have in 
mind now?" 

"I told you I was gonna find a way to shut you up when you opened that 
pretty little mouth of yours." 

"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, suddenly feeling her heart 
beating quickly. 

"You just flip over on your belly, honey, and then get ready to put that 
pretty little mouth of yours to work on this. Get used to it, 'cause when 
we're married you're gonna pipe me every night before I fuck you." 

Before she realized it, Carol was lying on her belly on the car seat, and 
was staring down at the massive poker of muscle he had removed from his 
now-unbuttoned fly. 

The dark-haired woman's brain reeled at the sight of his throbbing penis. He 
wanted her to use her mouth on that. Surely he wasn't serious. Decent people 
never indulged in horrible things like that; not ever. The mere thought of 
it made her sick. 

"My Lord! Harold, you must be joking," she told him. "Surely you can't 
expect me to .--. . " 

The man was determined to totally subjugate and dominate this pretty 
brunette no other man wanted to date. She was going to be his for a 
lifetime, and he had to make certain she did precisely as she was told. She 
lay with her head above his lap, all the while desperately trying to think 
of a way out, but as her face moved closer and closer to his penis, she 
realized there was no way out. No other man was interested in her, and to be 
truthful, she really wasn't interested in any other man. This was the first 
man in her life who had ever meant anything, but she was terrified at the 
sight of that long, white stalk with the red topping. 

"Must I?" she gasped, chokingly. 

"You better believe it," Harold told her. "What's more, you're gonna love it 
once you get used to it." 

Carol turned her face away from his throbbing penis, pressing it into his 
stomach, pressing her eyes into the cloth of his shirt, hoping that when she 
looked again, it would be gone. She was breathing deeply now, gasping, 
terrified. 

Harold gripped her by her short hairdo, and turned her lovely face so that 
her mouth hovered a scant inch above his solidly erect cock. 

"Don't make me force it on you, kiddo," he told her. "I am gonna be blown by 
you tonight, and every night from now on. What's more, I'm gonna prove how 
much I dig you by licking that pretty pussy of yours with my tongue, too. 
But you gotta learn that in our house there's only one boss, and that boss 
is gonna be me." 

Carol sobbed, knowing she was helpless against this man's brute strength. 
Heaven help her, but this was one thing she had no desire to do. 

Harold was young and very impatient. Tired of waiting for Carol to obey him, 
he twisted his fingers in her short, black hair and began pulling hard. The 
pain shooting through her head was so overpowering, Carol was certain she 
would pass out. Her head was between his flat stomach and the steering 
wheel, and directly below her face was the throbbing phallus, its head 
leaking a light and colorless oil. He pushed slowly, pressing her lips 
against his penile point, and twisted his fingers in her hair. Once more she 
began screeching with agony. 

"Open your mouth wider, Carol, and get it to work sucking my cock. Come on 
now! Suck it!" he said. 

Her mouth opened slightly wider, forced to when she felt more pain with the 
pulling of her hair. Her agonized lips parted more and more widely as Harold 
gazed at the top of her head, then slowly pushed it down, forcing the 
gigantically pulsating penile dome into the heatedly moist cavern of her 
mouth, letting it lay there twitching slightly as it grew still harder and 
became even stiffen The young woman simply lay with her mouth open and 
half-filled with his hard cock, not moving as tears rolled from her eyes and 
ran down her cheeks. She was afraid any movement on her part would make his 
penis brush against her tongue, and then the enormous shaft trying to fill 
her mouth might swell and grow even larger. 

"You have a choice of either doin' it willingly or untillingly," he told 
her. "But I will have that cock of mine sucked. You pick how y'want it 
done." 

Carol realized there was no way to escape this man. She also realized that 
if she lost him, any man after him would be a pale copy of him. This was the 
man she had been waiting for all her life. So what it amounted to was she'd 
have to suck his cock because he was the one good thing that had ever 
happened to her. Losing Harold Warren was an even worse ordeal than having 
to suck his cock, and so Carol decided, no matter how disgusting this thing 
was that he wanted her to do, it was worth it to hold onto him. He was a 
real man and that, after all, was what she had always wanted in life. 
Fighting back the mounting knot of nausea in her belly, she closed her wetly 
soft lips over the muscularly throbbing staff and without wanting to, found 
herself teasing it with her tongue. She felt his hand in her hair loosen its 
hold as she began complying with his insistent demands. His powerful hands 
still held her, though not nearly as agonizingly, but she knew this was one 
man who would not hesitate to cause her pain if it meant the enhancement of 
his own pleasures. 

Harold was not a mean or brutal individual, but was insistent that his wife 
be his wife, and not simply the woman to whom he was married. It wasn't a 
question of humiliating her, but of making her understand that in their 
family, he was going to be the lord and master. 

Looking down, Harold enjoyed the sight of his lengthy, swollen pole of 
muscle and flesh protruding from his fly, and throbbing ever so gently in 
her warm, half-opened wet mouth. He felt the way her pursed lips stretched 
around his swollen pole with his corona behind her teeth, and in a way he 
was sorry she hadn't protested a bit more. This was a good woman, but every 
woman worthy of the name needs her ass kicked now and again. 

He decided there wasn't time to think about kicking asses. All he wanted was 
to teach this cunt the right way to suck his cock, because he had already 
decided he was going to marry her, but she had to be one good artist, 
whether it was sucking his cock, fucking for him, or anything else. Damn! 
She was a virgin in every respect, and he was going to break her in to his 
way of thinking. 

His hands slipped from her head to her back where he began rubbing her 
shoulders, feeling them, near perfect, silky, and unblemished, deliciously 
warm and soft to his caressing touch through the dress. It was obvious she 
wasn't putting her heart and soul into the sucking of his cock, so he 
grabbed her hair again and twisted a little. 

Slowly, little by little, he pushed more of his throbbing cock into the 
depths of her mouth until the rounded dome was pressed against the back of 
her throat. She was already starting to choke and gag, but he relentlessly 
pressed harder, pushing her head farther and farther down. 

Though she desperately fought back the choking urge, the pulsating flesh was 
sinking into her throat, invading her gullet, and this was all so new to 
Carol. His cock was so large. Cock! Yes! That was a perfect name for it, 
because it was attached to him, and he strutted like a rooster. He was 
pumping his hips upward while still forcing her head lower, and there was a 
terribly punishing pain in her throat as the penile head rubbed against the 
back of her throat, pushing lasciviously deeper. For awhile Carol was 
certain she was going to strangle, and she fought to keep the red dome from 
suffocating her. He merely gripped her hair tighter, then lifted her head 
back a little, and slammed it down again, shoving his cock a little deeper. 
The more she fought it, the more she was strangling. Finally, Carol just lay 
there limply, and as a result, relaxed her throat. She discovered that by 
doing so she was able to swallow more of his throbbing phallic lance. He was 
pulling it almost all the way out, with only the tip of his penis between 
her lips, and then he was thrusting it all the way in, burying the entire 
length of it all the way into her mouth and throat. The tip of his steely 
shaft plunged ever deeper into her gullet. Lubricated with her hot saliva, 
it slid in easier and easier. Traces of his oily lubrication seeped through 
her throat as well, making penetration that much easier. Each time his cock 
rammed in, Carol realized she would either have to swallow or choke. 

As time passed she realized that it was no longer painful to suck his cock. 
It slid in and out of her throat with ease, and her swallowing contractions 
would soon bring him to his peak. Never having been with a man who climaxed, 
she had no idea what to expect. She assumed that at his peak he would 
unleash great gouts of lubrication as she had done. Though she was beginning 
to enjoy this a little, she was still prudish enough to want this over and 
done with because his thick cock was still clogging her throat even if it 
wasn't hurting her. She sucked all the more strongly now, hoping to end the 
maddening spectacle as quickly as possible. Seeing the way her tugging lips 
affected his inner being, she thought that if she tugged a little harder, 
she'd bring him to conclusion, and it would finally all be over. Heavy drops 
of salinity leaked down her gullet and she drank them. Each time her head 
pulled back, more of the colorless liquid seeped out and painted her palate. 

Harold felt telltale twitches in his throbbing loins and felt the dammed-up 
reserve of heavy sperm now churning about inside him, restlessly waiting to 
come out. His aching testicles were swollen with seed, and his scrotum had 
shrunk, pulling his swollen testicles into his groin. His hand cupped itself 
over her head and lightly squeezed her skull, lifting and lowering her head 
as he continuously pumped his throbbing cock down her tightly squeezing 
throat. He wanted to feel every screaming millimeter of his semen's long run 
from his distended testicles to his prick's throbbingly bloated head, right 
out into her mouth. His fingers clutched her head a little more tightly now, 
holding her absolutely motionless as he slammed his hips upward, cramming 
his throbbing cock into the deepest part of her narrow esophagus, farther 
and farther inside her tightly constricted gullet.. 

"Ohhhhhh..." he gasped. "Yes ... yes ... thatta girl. . . I'm gonna come ... 
I'm gonna come ... EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH!" 

The hot semen came charging from his balls into his cock and then fired into 
her throat. Carol found herself gulping hungrily. The more he fired the more 
she drank as she realized she adored the taste of what she was drinking. He 
fired endlessly and she drank every drop. When it was over she continued 
sucking until his shriveled penis disappeared into his fly. Her hands 
reached in and fondled the now wormy organ. 

Harold pulled her mouth to his and kissed her to prove he wasn't afraid to 
kiss a mouth that had sucked his penis. 

* * * 

"Well, I married the girl, and she became the grandma of these here kids," 
Harold Warren concluded. 

"I still don't see what that has to do with me since I have no intention of 
marrying you, your son, or your grandsons." 

" 'Course y'don't," Harold Warren laughed. "It's just that y'do remind me a 
lot of their grandma. She was a stubborn woman in many ways, too. It took a 
lotta force to teach her what was right, but she sure took to it in a hurry. 
You're the same way. It'll take a bit of doin', but you'll eventually come 
around before y'leave this house. Y'see, things are different today. Y'don't 
expect to marry the first guy y'screw. In a way I'm sorry, 'cause you have a 
cunt that's even better'n their grandma's. You got that snapping pussy. I 
never found one like it with any other woman, and God knows, I've screwed my 
share. Even after I was married I was gettin' laid regular on the outside, 
though I allus had enough left over fer the wife." 

"Look, it's already ten after one. If I don't get home soon, my folks are 
going to wonder what's become of me. They might even call the police." 

"Bull!" the old man laughed. "I set up this sittin' job with yer ma, meself. 
I told her I might be back real late, which meant you might have to sleep 
over. Ain't no one gonna worry." 

"Look, Mr. Warren, I don't love you, I don't like you, I'm not even mildly 
infatuated with you. In fact, in spite of any feelings you might have given 
me, I don't much like you at all." 

"Aha!" the old man yelled. "So, y'admit that I did bring about feelings 
inside you." 

"Hey, if you touch me with an electric wire, or tickle me with a feather, or 
stick a knife in me you can bring about feelings inside me." 

"Come on, girl, you know damn well I'm talking about nice feelings." 

"Sure," she admitted. "You brought about some nice feelings inside me. Not 
because I like you, or because I consider you someone to love, but because 
you know where to touch me. That still doesn't make me want them." 

"Girl, girl, don't you understand, you only live once. Once you're dead, 
you're a long time dead. 

You have no chance to do anything if you missed it the first time." 

"I have no desire to experience anything and everything like you, Mr. 
Warren. I have no grandiose ambitions or tremendous desires. I'll be very 
content to make my life as I see fit, not as you see fit." 

"You still don't understand, do you," he said to her. "How y'live your life 
is your affair. But to be able to live it to the fullest, your senses have 
to be aroused and your body has to be brought to life, and that, dear girl, 
is what I'm doin' fer you, and fer my two grandsons here, just as I did it 
fer my son." 

"Are you saying your son is like you?" Kim asked. 

"To be sure, the lad is the spittin' duplicate of his dad." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Hey grandpa," Craig exclaimed. "You know, I'm the only one who hasn't 
gotten anything outta all this." 

"The boy's right," Harold Warren nodded. "It's his turn now. All right, 
Craig, d'you want her to suck on you as she did Michael?" 

"No," the boy said, shaking his head. "That woulda been okay before she did 
it to Mike, but I don't like doin' the same thing Mike did. I think I wanna 
fuck her doggie-style." 

"Now that's all right," Harold nodded. "See, Kim, even you won't mind it too 
much. Now suppose you pick the spot." 

"Well, why not right here in the living room," Kim said sarcastically. 

"Well, why not indeed," the man agreed. "Suppose you kneel down on the rug 
and then bend over like one of them moslems praying. We'll let little Craig 
do the rest." 

"I really don't want to do this," Kim insisted. "So why don't you just give 
me what's left of my clothes and let me go." 

"Come now, lass, you wouldn't want to be disappointing the boy. From what 
the boys tell me, it was Craig's idea to do all this t'you in the first 
place." 

"So I have him to thank, eh. I'll remember it when the time comes." 

"Grandpa, don't let her hurt me," Craig cried out. 

"Not a chance," the grandfather laughed. "Now either you do as we wish, or 
I'll phone the police, right now, then toss you outside to fend for 
yourself." 

"Oh, you are one mean son of a bitch!" she snarled. 

"You have more spunk than my deceased wife," . the old man laughed. "Good! 
It'll be good for the boys to see a spunky woman gettin' hers." 

"You really are a nasty son of a bitch." 

"Such language, and from such a pretty girl, too. I'll see to it Craig gives 
you everything you deserve, lass. So bend over and let the boy have his way. 
I may be old, but I'm still strong enough to spank the bejazus out of you." 

Heck, Kim thought. When will this nightmare end? 

Kneeling on the rug, giving the old man his way grudgingly, Kim contemplated 
the sweet revenge she intended having. She'd make all of them pay. 

"Go on, Craig," Harold Warren told his grandson. "She's all yours." 

"Wow!" the young boy said. "Lookit that ass. Y'know, Bernice never let me 
fuck her ass. D'you think I can do it to Kim?" 

"Don't you dare!" Kim all but roared, straightening up and looking at the 
boy. "You try putting it in there and I'll break it off, you snot nose." 

"Grandpa, she scares me," Craig cried. 

"Young lady, you just bend over and let Craig go to work." 

Anger smoldering inside her, wrath making her red in the face. Kim 
unwillingly bent over, obscenely bent like a whore, her neck feeling a 
strain as she kept her head up even with her body bent that way. Cool, 
air-conditioned air washed over her, and she was feeling more and more 
irritated at having to assume these humiliating positions. 

Craig laughed, all but skipping and dancing as he moved to her, running his 
hand along her rib cage, then letting it slide under her to cup her full, 
swaying breasts one at a time. Feeling the fullness of her bloated twin 
treasures, the young boy gave them both a soft squeeze. If she was unable to 
tell the difference between the twins as far as looks were concerned, Kim 
was at least able to discern a difference in the way they handled her. 
Michael was the more aggressive of the two. Craig gently tweaked her 
nipples. Then he released her breasts to let his hands slide to her 
buttocks, having a much more sensitive touch to his fingers. He placed his 
small hands into the tightly sloping curve of her shadowy dividing crevice, 
spreading her melon-shaped buttocks wide apart. 

"Craig, don't you dare..." she gasped, her voice guttural so that it was 
difficult to tell whether she was choked with anger or possibly with new 
arousal. 

"Don't worry," the boy assured her, squeezing her buttocks with his slender 
fingers. "I won't." He was staring at the tiny brown crinkle, licking his 
lips and looking at it built him to a fevered pitch of almost uncontrollable 
desire. To Craig this was more than a fun game, as it always was to Michael. 
The boy was much more sensitive than his brother, and as a result enjoyed 
his orgasms more. He pushed his solidly throbbing little cock between her 
tender inner loins and it felt ready to burst. 

"Hey, Kim," he said to her. "Don'tcha like me even a little?" 

"Under the circumstances that's a silly question," she snapped at him. 

"Aw, c'mon," he insisted. "It ain't fun unless y'like me." 

"We'll be here all night unless you tell the boy you like him," Harold 
Warren insisted. 

"All right, all right," she said, shuddering, hating herself more and more 
for surrendering, even if there was nothing she was able to do about it. "I 
like you, Craig." "Honest?" 

In spite of the fact that he was the one who had gagged her all the time, 
Kim felt a little pity for the boy. Michael was not only aggressive, but 
didn't give a damn whether she liked him or not. Craig was an emotionally 
involved boy. 

"Honest," she nodded. 

"Then prove it. Take my cock and you put it in." 

Kim wanted to scream and tell them to stop all this and let her go. The 
angrier she got, the more she realized this situation would not improve 
until Craig was satisfied. What bothered her the most was the young boy's 
insistence on being liked. Although she was angry at the entire family, she 
felt a certain amount of excitement. Once more she was determined to resist. 
Whether she climaxed or not, she intended fighting off the feelings. 

The combination of anger, fear, and now passion made her finally react to 
the young boy's simple request, in spite of the fact that she felt she was 
being compromised again in a very debasing manner. Reaching back beneath her 
dangling breasts, groping here and there for a moment, she finally found the 
young boy's tiny pulsating heated hardness. The penis felt the same to her 
as Michael's, and she realized that for an inexperienced former virgin, she 
was certainly learning a lot in a single night. The tiny stalk of throbbing 
flesh was twitching so, she thought it, and not the heart, was pumping blood 
through his entire body. Lubricant moistened his penile tip, making her hand 
wet and sticky. Kim did her best to blank out her mind and forget the 
humiliating position in which she was in, but the feel of his virilely 
heated young cock made her belly leap again with fascination. The hard, 
fleshy little column was thin but solid, with a blunt head like a tiny 
boxing glove, and she hesitated putting it against the lips of her vagina. 
She trembled, feeling the anxious young boy's hands squeeze her buttocks, 
reminding her how open and exposed she was to the eyes of all three of them. 

"Please put my cock in now," the young boy pleaded. 

"You do that, Kim," the old man ordered. 

She realized Craig had considered himself more than patient, and though he 
was saying please, she was able to tell from the way he urged his penis 
forward that he thought this was his right. From the way his cock was 
pulsating, it was obvious he was pretty close to his own orgasm. Her thumb 
and forefinger pulled on his small penis, and the little boy arched his hips 
forward to help her guide him into the wet moistness of her vaginal slash. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" the boy gasped, squeezing her softly resilient ass flesh 
with his small fingers until it looked as if his fingers might dig holes 
into her skin. The pressure served to remind Kim of the humiliating 
subservience into which she was being forced. 

She wanted to cry again, and at the same time she wanted to finally give 
vent to the feelings of lust worming their way up within her. Her 
frustration was magnified all the more by wanting to hit at him, knowing he 
was only a little boy. It was his grandfather she really wanted to belt. She 
closed her mind to the thought of actually wanting a penis buried inside 
her. The damned orgasms were almost addictive, and though she wanted nothing 
to do with these terrible people, with the small penis poking at her labia, 
her body was aching for more climactic pleasure. Even though her mind fought 
against it, her body was clamoring for it. She wriggled her buttocks, 
shifting her position a little, then took a deep breath and placed the 
lust-swollen little cap of the boy's tiny penis against the soft folds of 
her wet cuntal gap. Holding it tightly for a moment, she rubbed it up and 
down in her wet slit, parting her hair-surrounded lips, opening the 
vulnerably tender insides of her aching vagina. When she had the tiny head 
against her small opening, she took another breath, feeling how much 
narrower she was inside because of this position. Her fingers kept their 
tenuous hold on the base of Craig's little phallus. The anxious boy was 
unable to wait any longer and pushed his hips forward, forcing the head of 
his rigid wand into her quivering vaginal interstice. 

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" Kim gasped, suddenly realizing her 
entire inner tunnel had narrowed more than she had suspected, and even a 
hard shaft as narrow as this one was like a battering ram as it powered its 
way into her. Her fingers gripped the base of his tiny but rigid cock all 
the more tightly to keep him from sinking too deep too fast, and the boy, 
sensitive to what she was doing, did stop his pushing once the tiny 
blood-bloated head of his penis was completely encased in her vagina. She 
hadn't expected the entry to be so overpowering. She tensed herself, making 
her interior even tighter around the throbbing tip of the boy's pulsing 
organ. This merely served to arouse Craig all the more. 

The sensations of her tight vaginal flesh wrapped firmly around the head of 
his cock-more firmly than Bernice's cunt had ever held him-made Craig even 
more anxious to have the full length of his tiny pulsing pole buried all the 
way inside the dazzling golden girl. He held back for another moment, then, 
unable to restrain himself any longer, shoved his hips forward hard. He sent 
his little penis further into the liquid warmth of Kim's tightly clinging 
pussy, and the thin, rubbery little head spread the walls of her narrowed 
pussy like a snow plow charging through freshly fallen snow. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh ... 
eeeeeaaaaaasssssyyyyy ... go eeeeeaaaaaassssssyyyyyy..." Kim gasped, unable 
to believe such a small penis was able to wreak such havoc inside her after 
her having taken the longer, thicker wand of his grandfather. The boy 
continued trying to drive the rest of his small organ deeper and deeper into 
her helpless passage. 

Young Craig had no idea what it was in his body that drove him, but the 
pressure in his lust-incited balls was mounting ever higher. There was 
excruciation, and he knew he needed relief. After having watched his 
grandfather and his brother take turns with this really beautiful girl, he 
was going mad, knowing he was now inside her. He wanted to enjoy her to the 
fullest. He wasn't able x to move slowly any longer. Oh, he tried 
restraining himself, wanting to slide in so much more slowly, really caring 
enough about the girl to want her inner self to adjust to him, but such 
continued holding back took a lot more willpower than a small ten-year-old 
boy had. His excitedly stiffened penis throbbed and jerked and twitched 
because of the tight squeezing of her wet cunt around it. Wow! Bernice had 
never been either this tight or this wet. Gee! He felt like he was going to 
come before he was all the way in. 

Kim, unable to control her hand, let go of the boy's penis, fighting off 
both pleasure and pain. Now the young boy was free to lunge completely 
unimpeded into her hotly wet vaginal depths. Slamming his young hips forward 
with all his strength, Craig shoved his tiny, invading little cudgel 
brutally deeper into the sucking interior of her surrendering vaginal 
tunnel. He moved quickly for a young body, and didn't stop until his tiny 
egg-shaped balls slapped against her vaginal lips, the sound reaching his 
ears like a cap going off in a small pistol. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhh ... 
eeeeaaaaasssyyy..." Kim reminded him, feeling totally confused at this 
moment as to the feelings inside her. Her vagina felt a strain in spite of 
this penis being a little one, and she had the curious feeling a thick penis 
would have felt no more strained. The dull smack of the little boy's thighs 
slamming flatly into her buttocks was drowned out by Kim's gasp. Oddly 
enough, she felt as if he was driving into her with as much power as an 
adult, and her cheek was rubbing against the nap of the carpet beneath her. 

The boy's rubbery penile head was not nearly long enough to reach past her 
cervix, and just barely did touch the tip of it. The way it ground against 
the entrance to her womb made it feel like an angry, menacing weapon. The 
boy remained still for a moment, savoring his tiny penis's pressure against 
the narrow opening to her uterus, and then decided this was the time to 
fuck. He flexed his tiny impaling shaft and pressed it even more firmly 
against her cervical opening. 

Unable to control himself, and cheered on by his brother and grandfather, 
Craig no longer waited for her interior to adjust. Instead, he began 
immediately pumping in and out of her tightly clasping tunnel. The hard 
strokes of the small penis slammed all the way into her, as far as it was 
possible for the organ to reach, the tip striking her uterine opening 
relentlessly, and against her will Kim let a moan slip from her lips. Damn! 
This was humiliating, embarrassing, and degrading. 

To the young boy, this blonde girl's lush nakedness was more sensual than 
anything he had ever imagined. He had been so used to Bernice, he'd thought 
all women felt that way inside. Here was a fresh young cunt, slippery and 
smooth, and feeling a hundred times better than Bernice's pussy. Not that 
Bernice was bad, but this one . . .wow! The rapidly gathering sperm in his 
little balls stirred like boiling lava, and his testicles pleaded with him 
to be rid of their load. 

Kim felt more degraded than ever. Having been raped twice before was bad 
enough, and even being forced to suck on Michael's penis had been bad 
enough, but to be made to bend down like a dog angered her all the more. She 
was being used by all three of them as a container for their lust, and 
though they were sensual people, they didn't care the least little bit for 
her and the way she felt. The grandfather had assumed that because he and 
the twins were horny that anything they did to her would arouse her. What 
feelings she did have she was unsuccessfully stifling, and so felt the 
thrusts that much more powerfully. She pressed her face into the carpeting, 
thinking that after this was over the crazy old man would let her go. 

Excitedly, Craig rammed his tiny little skewer in and out of her shuddering 
body. Each time he rammed his stiff little organ into her hot cunt, he would 
hold it in there for a moment to savor the feelings. He was enjoying the 
interior of this woman more and more, and he wasn't ever going to settle for 
a cunt like Bernice's ever again. Gee! If a girl like this was this tight, 
he wondered how much tighter a girl nearer his own age and height would be. 

At the moment he was interested in filling this girl with the contents of 
his balls. Gee! It'd be terrific to make her beg and plead for him to keep 
on doing this, but she hadn't begged with his grandpa, and she hadn't begged 
with Mike. He only hoped he'd be as successful in making her come as his 
grandfather and brother had been. The boy was gripping her hips tightly in 
each hand, his young face lined with a passion most boys his age never knew. 
He was chewing on his lower lip in his nervous desire to make certain this 
girl eventually enjoyed everything as much as he. His fingers dug into her 
tanned skin as he pounded his jerking penis harder and harder into her, 
trying his best to sink it deeper in the sweet liquidity of her vagina. Her 
pink, flesh-rimmed feminine tunnel was elastically tight around his 
blood-bloated phallus, and when he slammed harder into her tender interior, 
he thrilled to the way her inner flesh rolled smoothly around his thrusting 
cock. His tiny, sperm-laden testicles swung forward between her widespread 
thighs to make loud, obscene noises against the wet folds of her openly 
splayed cunt. His testicles weren't large enough to reach her clitoris, and 
Michael, wanting his brother to be happy, slithered down on the floor 
beneath Kim's bent-over body, and reaching up with one hand, began massaging 
her clitoris. He stared at the way Craig's cock pulled out, making the lips 
of Kim's cunt flower out as well. When Craig pushed forward, her vulva 
folded back in on itself, around his throbbing penis. In and out, in and 
out, Craig punched his phallic staff back and forth, moving it through the 
slickly clinging walls of her soft cunt again and again. The boy slammed his 
skinny thighs so solidly into her buttocks with each forward stroke that her 
breasts swayed quiveringly with each impact. Michael lifted his head a 
little, and while continuing to diddle her clitoris, sucked on her right 
nipple. 

"Ohhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuunnnhhhhhh!" Kim gasped in spite of her desire to 
remain quiet. The boy's steadily beating little phallus, for all its 
shortness, felt as if it was going to drive into the depths of her cringing 
belly, and perhaps even reach into her throat. Kim Wayne realized she had to 
bring herself under stronger control, or eventually she would be reacting 
the way the old man wanted her to behave. He was trying his damndest to make 
her enjoy her own rape, and if she wasn't careful, that was precisely what 
would happen. She fought back the wildly mounting ecstatic sensation that 
was continuing to build. Her generously formed breasts slapped Michael on 
both sides of his face as he took turns sucking on each of her nipples. Both 
nipples were now long and stiff, reacting to the oral ministrations of the 
second twin, and against her will she felt erotic sensations building even 
higher in her trembling body. Pleasure was starting to pulsate through her, 
and it refused to go away. 

Kim continued telling herself again and again that she was being manhandled, 
abused, and debased by this man's crude action, but her thoughts didn't stop 
the growing fires in the heated depths of her aching pussy. Her clitoris, 
still massaged by Michael's young fingers, was like a pulsating devil that 
ached to be teased again and again, the sensuous outer lips of her cunt 
shivered when his brother's hairless testicles massaged them. Each time 
Craig slammed into her, she felt another pleasant little shock she was 
unable to control. The thrill burst through the shuddering walls of her 
vagina, making her feel as if the little masculine organ actually belonged 
inside her. 

No! No! She had to discipline herself not to think that way, even though it 
was getting harder and harder. The boy's penis was a vile little monster, 
and it seemed intent on actually devouring her depths, settling for nothing 
less than total engulfment. Anguish and exhilaration were suddenly fused in 
Kim's trembling body. She gasped, realizing how strongly she was being 
overpowered by her own sensibilities, and her brain struggled to fight back. 

Looking back under her, she stared at Michael, who was sucking her left 
nipple now, while his right hand reached back and rubbed her clitoral bud. 
Her right breast dangled, swaying freely from side to side, and when it 
swayed outwardly, she was able to see beyond Michael's hand at the little 
penis stroking in and out of her trembling body. Craig was now tugging back 
until only the little tip of his penis was inside her. Then he would thrust 
forward, letting the slender organ dive into the slick depths of her 
suckingly wet channel as the hair-surrounded lips of her cunt actually clung 
to the little organ until it was all the way in. 

Something was missing, and Kim soon realized what it was. Because the boy's 
penis was so short, she didn't get that feeling of being completely filled 
as she had when the old man had raped her. She was ashamed to realize her 
body was craving a greater, thicker, longer penis. Bits of her pubic hair 
were being pushed into the narrow crevice between her buttocks with each 
hard lunge of the boy's small penis, and she had to struggle against the 
tingling sensation of wanton lewdness surging through her to the top of her 
head. She was being shaken to pieces by the power of the boy's thighs 
slamming into her ass-cheeks. An inner glow was building, and she was unable 
to hold it back. She was so humiliated, knowing she was no longer in control 
of her inner feelings. It had been bad enough to allow herself to climax 
those previous times, but this time she realized her body was looking 
forward to it, and there was no way for her to bring it under control. The 
joy of what was happening was continuing to build in her trembling loins. 

Feeling the gradual motion of sucking around his continually cramming penis, 
the young boy suddenly realized he was getting through to Kim Wayne. It 
never occurred to him that what his grandfather and brother had done had 
helped pave the way. He was certain it was his doing alone that was making 
Kim gasp and shudder. He never even noticed Michael, under Kim, sucking on 
her nipples and teasing her clitoris. The knowledge made the sperm in his 
young balls boil even more hotly, and he had to struggle to keep himself 
from coming. His sperm would shortly be exploding out of him, but he wanted 
to be certain she came first. 

His grandpa had always taught him the necessity of making the woman juice 
first. He was going to fill her with every last drop of his sperm, but he 
was hoping she was feeling the urge to cum too, because he knew he wouldn't 
be able to hold himself back much longer. 

Slowly at first, Kim's rounded, shapely buttocks began moving, spinning, 
rotating in response to the little boy's forward surges. Though her mind was 
as firmly against this as ever, her body yearned for it. Craig sensed things 
more strongly than Michael, and he began to realize just how much Kim's 
physical self was enjoying what he was doing. He tested her by pulling his 
penis back and holding it eagerly. The rotating cheeks of her behind seemed 
to jump back and gobble up his tiny little pike, and this so overwhelmed 
him, it took all his strength not to fire then and there. He began slamming 
back and forth, shoving his organ into her with ever mounting speed, 
realizing she had come to life for him as she had never moved for either his 
brother or his grandpa. She was actually fucking back. 

Looking down he enjoyed the overwhelming sight of the smooth muscles of her 
firmly resilient buttocks flexing each time he wanted to withdraw. It was as 
if she had a mouth down there that was anxious to suck all of him inside, 
until he was actually in the depths of her belly. Anxiously he moved his 
tiny hands over the twin globes, placing his thumbs all the way down into 
the deep-molded crevice that divided them. He then proceeded to spread her 
rounded cheeks wide apart, once more looking at the pucker of her tiny 
brownie as it seemed to be throwing kisses at him with each back and forth 
stroke of her buttocks. He was totally mesmerized by that little sweeping 
ass-hole, and if he wasn't able to fuck it with his cock, well then, he'd 
fuck it with a finger. Sucking on a forefinger, getting it soaking wet, he 
worked down into the narrow, hairless valley, placing the tip of it against 
the puckered little crinkle. Slowly he began working it into the tight 
elasticity of her anal opening. 

"H-e-e-e-e-e-e-yyyyyy ... uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh..." Kim gasped, "what the heck 
... oooooohhhhhh ... do you think you're ... uhhhhhh ... doing ... uhhhhhh 
... back there..." 

She was moaning helplessly, unable to use her hands to make the boy take his 
finger away because the grandfather had now walked around in front of her 
and had knelt before her, gripping her wrists with his own hands, keeping 
her palms flat on the floor. 

The teasing of her puckered rectal opening caused more confusion to roil 
through Kim's trembling body. She tried lurching away from the obscenely 
probing little forefinger, but then, against her better judgment, her 
aroused body took control of her and she realized that against her will she 
was raising her buttocks to suck the solid little intruder into her hotly 
tight rectal tunnel. Her resisting sphincter popped open of its own accord 
and allowed the hard probe to enter her, and once again she felt discomfort 
strong enough to snap her out of the erotic lethargy into which she was 
sinking. All this was dead wrong, and even if she was being forced to do it, 
she was now able to keep herself from enjoying it. So she told herself. 

Michael, underneath, was now lying flat, his head against the outside of his 
grandfather's left knee. He had his penis rubbing between Kim's two dangling 
breasts as, with his hands, he pushed her mammaries together around to pike. 
Kim felt the heated penis between her breasts, but the old man, still 
kneeling in front of her, had her hands flatly pressing on the floor, and 
there was no way for her to escape the twins. 

This was the most unnatural, indecent, and lewd happening she had felt to 
date. She did her best to fight off new feelings of mounting passion, but in 
doing so, thrust her buttocks back, filling her vagina half full with the 
length of Craig's penis, while he plunged his forefinger even more deeply 
into her tight rectum. Against her will her body was instantly starting to 
accustom itself to all this unnaturalness. 

" Uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she cried out, 
grunting and moaning, turning and twisting as the driving little forefinger 
sank into her to the hilt. She lurched back against it, trying to push it 
out of her, squeezing her ass-cheeks together, only pulling it more deeply 
into her. At the same time her vagina was doing her best to suck his little 
balls in along with his penis, and she felt overwhelmed as she felt her 
interior being plundered by two lances, while a third rubbed itself between 
her breasts. 

I am not a whore! Kim insisted to herself. I will not be subjugated, no 
matter what they do to me. When all this is over, I'm going home and I will 
wipe this incident from my mind. 

Even as she thought this, she lifted her buttocks to the twin assault Craig 
was perpetrating on her two tunnels, while lowering her breasts so that 
Michael was able to squeeze them even more tightly around his penis. 

With his fingertip, young Craig was able to feel his slender pistoning 
little phallus through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two hot, 
tight, clasping passages. The young boy wormed his finger around and around 
in Kim's rectal depths, each twist making the blonde girl gasp and issue 
another guttural cry from deep in her belly. 

Kim wriggled with reckless abandon, her mind refusing to submit as she 
shoved and ground her rounded buttocks against the two impaling shafts of 
delight. Her tortured rear end was starting to turn into an inferno of 
feverish sexual arousal. 

Michael wasn't enjoying the pressure of her breasts around his penis as much 
as he thought he might, and so rolled out from under her. He sat off to the 
side to watch the finale, and his grandfather released her hands and moved 
away, enjoying the sight of what was happening. 

Kim was aware she was nearing an experience she had not yet had with this 
obscene trio. She felt a roaring inner acceleration toward an unknown 
combustion point, but Kim knew she was going to get there, and when she did, 
it would be sheer, unadulterated and obscene ecstasy. The gushing sighs from 
within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, as if someone else was doing 
the passionate screaming. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh hh h h h h u u u u u u n n n n n n h h hhhh ... 
ggghhhuuunnnggghhh ohhhhhhhhh..." 

It was at this point that the front door opened, and unobserved, Dennis 
Warren walked into the house. Seeing what was taking place, he wasn't 
certain just how it all began, but he knew it was time for him to get his 
share. He would wait for Craig to finish, and even let the girl rest a 
little, but he had to fuck her. He had guessed she had a fantastic body. 
After all, a t-shirt and form-fitting skirt don't exactly hide a female's 
shapely contours. Looking at her naked body, seeing the way she was 
reacting, he was determined to get his share of the girl. 

Young Craig was overcome with enjoyment. 

This was the first girl since Bernice that he had enjoyed. Heck! He figured 
that because of the way his mom loused everything up, he and Mike would not 
be able to get another female for a really long time, and here this one had 
walked in, and between the two of them they had really prepped her. Looking 
down at the way his thin cock was fucking into Kim's tight cunt while his 
finger rammed into her narrow ass-hole, all this was better than anything he 
had ever enjoyed with Bernice. Heck! It was just like his grandpa had said. 
If y'don't control a woman, she tries controlling you. Bernice had done all 
the controlling, letting them know just what to do and how and when to do 
it. That irritated the heck out of Craig. She looked so smooth and golden 
and good, her naked body tantalizing as he fucked her pussy from the rear. 
Bernice had only let him fuck her this way once, and her back had looked 
white and wrinkled, with little brown freckles. This girl had no freckles, 
and she was a lot more responsive than Bernice, too. Bernice was always so 
lady-like. Even when she had her orgasms she came quietly. 

Craig pumped crazily into her, insane with the need to reach his climax. His 
little balls felt as if they were bloated and swelling in his tightening 
scrotum as his surging semen made a crazy dash through the tubes inside him, 
charging into his penis. 

Kim felt the pulsations of his throbbing penis inside her, and they were all 
that was needed, combined with his finger in her rectum, to make her reach 
her own peak. 

" EE EEEEYYYYYYAAAGGGGHHH ... AAAAAHHHH ... GGGAAAGGGHHH!" she shouted, her 
body bouncing up and down, her rounded buttocks slamming against Craig's 
body as the skinny little boy pulled his finger from her rectum and gripped 
her hips while slamming his cock into the trembling depths of her ravaged 
cunt. 

"WOWWWWWWEEEEEEWWWWWWOW-WWWWWAAAGGGHHHH!! ! " Craig shouted, and began 
spurting his semen into her body. His fingers dug all the more deeply into 
her rectal cheeks as he emptied his seed into her, and when he was finished, 
he finally pulled back. 

"Now can I go?" an exhausted Kim gasped. 

"Not quite yet," Dennis Warren said, coming up to them. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Douching was becoming more than a little irritating, but it seemed the only 
way to make certain she wouldn't become pregnant. As she sat in the bathtub, 
letting the last of the water run out of her, Kim reflected this seemed like 
an ever-growing nightmare. Had Dennis Warren not come home, it was possible 
the old man would have let her go after the second twin had finished with 
her. At first she had hoped Dennis would help her, but she soon realized 
that the way his eyes were glistening meant only one thing. 

When she had completed her ablutions, Kim walked out of the bathroom, not 
even bothering to wrap herself in a towel this time. She went down to the 
kitchen where the family was congregated and noticed that Dennis was the 
only one who was still dressed. They were all sitting around the kitchen 
table munching on crackers and cheese. Dennis offered Kim some wine, but she 
turned it down, saying she wanted nothing more to drink. For all she knew, 
the wine was spoked with something. 

"Hey, look," she said to Dennis. "This whole thing has really gone far 
enough. I'd like to get dressed and get out of here." 

"Hey, I warned you what might happen," Dennis told her. "If you had still 
been dressed when I walked in, I might have helped you get out. But did you 
really expect me to turn around when I catch you being fucked by my sons and 
my grandfather, with your lovely tits dangling and your ass moving up and 
down like that? Hey, why should they have you and not me?" 

"I was a virgin when I walked in here tonight," Kim told him, trying to hold 
back a floodtide of tears. "Your father graciously relieved me of that 
problem against my will. Doesn't it ever distress you people to know you've 
probably done some irreparable damage to my ego, not to mention my body." 

"From the way you were shooting it was obvious your body was sure as hell 
enjoying what it was feeling," Dennis told her. 

"That still doesn't make it right," Kim insisted. "You know what would be 
really nice? It would be nice to discover a member' of this family who 
respected me as a person instead of thinking of me as a sperm receptacle." 

"Now just a minute," the old man interrupted. "If ye were only a sperm 
receptacle, as you put it, why then the boys 'n I wouldn't give a hoot 
whether you came or not. Honey, you were fucked three times, by three males, 
and y'came every time. Heck! We have more regard fer you than you do fer 
us." 

"But the fact remains I was raped. It was always against my will." 

"Look at it this way," Dennis explained. "If your wishes had been respected, 
why then you'd have gone out of this house happy, and four males would be 
very unhappy. This way all four males are going to be extremely happy, and 
even though you won't admit it you'll be physically satiated." 

The tall, rangy man stood and with quick movements removed his clothing. Kim 
stared, her eyes widening when she saw his semi-erect penis. It was the 
largest of the lot, even putting that of the old man to shame. 

"Now," Dennis told her, "we can do this in a civilized way, or you can make 
me force you. I'll give you the choice." 

"I thought so," a chill female voice said, and five heads turned to see 
Arlene Warren standing in the kitchen. She had silently let herself in 
through the back door, and now she was staring at the five naked bodies. "So 
you're just as much of a slut as that old woman they had here before you," 
Arlene snapped. 

"Hey, now wait a minute. . . " Kim said, standing up. 

"Shut up!" Dennis shouted. "It's time my wife, pardon me, my ex-wife acted a 
little like a wife. 

Kids! Believe it or not there was a time when your mother fucked. That's how 
the two of you came into existence. What's more, your mother is going to be 
fucked again. NOW! And you," he said to Kim, "don't think I'm letting you 
off the hook just because I'm going to fuck my wife. Before you walk out of 
here, you're going to have the ass fucked off you." 

Arlene Warren normally had very pale skin, but at the moment she was whiter 
than a sheet. Lines of fear formed around her eyes and mouth, and her 
nostrils were dilated with terror. She breathed heavily, ready to turn and 
run when she saw her naked father-in-law step between her and the back door 
while her former husband stood between her and the front door. Drops of 
perspiration broke out all over her, coldly trickling down her body. She was 
wearing a white summer dress and the armpits were already starting to stain 
with perspiration. She had small, firm breasts that heaved deeply in the V 
neckline of the summer dress. 

"I'll scream," she gasped. 

Kim laughed to herself. No one would hear Arlene, what with the party going 
on across the street and the festivities at the yacht club. 

"You miserable bitch!" Dennis snapped derisively. 

"How dare you talk that way to me, you rotten bastard," Arlene snapped. "I 
divorced you because you were an animal." 

"You divorced me because you were a lousy fuck and I tried to turn you into 
something worthwhile," Dennis yelled. 

"Daddy, don't scream at mommy like that," Craig shouted. 

"Kids," Dennis said to them, "you've both known what it's like to fuck. Tell 
me. Is it bad?" 

"No, daddy," Michael answered. 

"It's great," Craig replied. 

"Then do you think you can hurt a woman by fucking her?" 

"Gee no. Even if Kimmie don't say she-likes it, we know she does," Craig 
said. "We can tell." 

"So if I fuck your mother, am I hurting her?" 

"Gee, I guess not," Michael spoke up. 

"Well, you kids are going to see me fuck your mother. She's going to scream 
and fight probably a lot more than poor Kim. But she's going to be really 
fucked for the first time in her life. She's going to be fucked by daddy, 
daddy's way, and you and Kim and grandpa are going to watch." 

"You're a filthy beast," Arlene screamed. 

"Get your clothes off, Arlene," Dennis commanded. "I promised the boys they 
were going to see you fucked, and I meant it." 

"No ... for God's sake ... please ... someone ... help me ... you..." she 
said to Kim. "I'm sorry ... I didn't understand ... I thought you were a 
willing partner to all this. Help me..." 

"Lady, they have me trapped here," Kim told Arlene. "I've been threatened 
with the police and charges of child abuse when all I did was take a 
babysitting job." 

"Goddamn you," Dennis screamed. "I told you to get those fucking clothes off 
and I meant it," he told Arlene. 

When Arlene failed to obey, standing in the kitchen stunned, looking at her 
ex-father-in-law and sons, pleading with them to help her, Dennis reached 
out and seized the front of her dress. It ripped, tearing down the front 
with a single brutal yank. She opened her mouth in horror, but was too 
paralyzed with fright to move. Dennis reached out again, snarling as he 
hooked his fingers in the exposed, frilly, white-laced brassiere, and he 
pulled with all his might, gripping her shoulder with his other hand for 
leverage. The delicate brassiere was no match for him, and it suddenly gave 
way, ripping free, and her naked white breasts, like small melons tipped 
with cherries, swayed out from her body, still firm and upstanding after all 
those years. 

"Please ... oh please ... won't someone listen to me," she begged, sobbing 
and looking at all the faces blankly staring at her. It was obvious Dennis's 
ears were closed to her pleadings. He was behaving like a madman. She 
staggered away from him into the living room and collapsed on the avocado 
sofa in a frightened, helpless heap. 

"My wife and I never did fuck in the living room," Harold Warren said to 
Kim. "Now the place is being used twice in the same night." 

Arlene felt totally helpless. Here, in front of her two sons, whom she had 
always taught to be gentlemen, she was being stripped naked by their father, 
who was about to fuck her. There was no way out for her, no way for her to 
resist. She lay there, up on her arms now, her nakedly heaving breasts 
bobbing up and down as she breathed. 

"Dennis, please..." she gasped. 

"Oh please, is it? Please nothing. All the time we were married all you gave 
me was cold pussy. Well, tonight we're really going to warm it up. And you," 
he said, turning to Kim, "don't you go anywhere, because this bitch is just 
a warm-up for you. I'm going to fuck both of you tonight, and what's more, 
Arlene, when I'm finished with you, you're going to stick around and watch 
me fuck this kid." 

Without waiting for his bleached-blonde wife to reply, he sat on the sofa 
near her cringing body and proceeded to tear the rest of the dress off her. 
There was nothing for Arlene to say. Any words she used would be totally 
futile. The man was crazy. She watched the way he looked at her slender 
thighs, his eyes moving to her brief pink panties and staying there for 
moments on end. She felt as if her panties had already been stripped off her 
and he was staring at her pubic mound and the pink slit below. Abruptly, 
Dennis raised his hands as he leaned closer to her, grasping her almost 
skinny shoulders so strongly that his fingers were digging into the 
tenderness of her white flesh. 

"I'm warning you, Arlene," he roared. "I don't care if you do have a final 
decree, you're still fuckable meat, and I'm going to fuck you. Give me a 
hard time, and I'll let the boys discover the meaning of the word incest by 
letting the two of them fuck you as well." 

"You wouldn't. . . " Arlene gasped. 

"Look at them," Dennis said, smiling. "They both love you. What would be 
more wonderful than to be fucked by their wonderful mommy. By God, you 
either do as I say, or I'll turn you over to them. Believe me, I will." 

It was obvious to Kim that this man's married sex life had been hell, just 
the opposite of his father's. No wonder he was so frustrated. Well, even if 
he was divorced from her, he was finally going to fuck her the way he 
wished. 

"You take off the panties, bitch!" he told her. "Take 'em off, knowing this 
fat cock of mine is going into that tight little skinny cunt of yours, but 
this time with an audience," Dennis said, his voice an ominous threat. 

Arlene, for all her thinness, was still a beautiful woman, and at the moment 
she lay on the sofa in shock, her mutilated clothing completely useless, 
like torn gift wrapping. When she didn't move, Dennis walked over to 
Michael, the nearest son, and said, "Tell me, son, would you like to fuck 
mommy?" 

"Oh yeah!" Michael nodded, his little erection vibrating as the thought of 
getting into his own mother made him hotter than ever. 

"And you?" Dennis asked Craig. 

"You bet, daddy," the other boy nodded. 

"Well," he said to Arlene, "this is your last chance. Either you spread 
those thighs for your husband and take those panties off, or I'll hold you 
down and let the kids go to work on you." 

"Dennis, for God's sake, please have pity. Don't do this. It's degrading." 

"Bullshit!" Dennis snapped at her. He patted the head of one of his twins 
and Arlene began blushing furiously. Her skin glowed as if it had been 
rubbed for a long time, and tears rolled down her cheeks as if her face had 
been slapped. She fought and struggled for self-control, afraid he was going 
to do something desperate. She knew if he held her down the boys would 
indeed put their penises into her, and she wondered if she'd be able to stop 
them. After what the horrid old woman who had been baby sitting that day she 
had walked in had taught her sons, added to their youthful misunderstanding 
and inexperience, she had no doubt she'd be an incest victim. 

Angry beyond belief, she leaped to her feet and suddenly threw herself at 
her husband. The two of them fell to the floor as she kicked and screamed 
and tore at him with her nails. They rolled around and around, but finally 
Arlene ended up on the bottom and felt the full weight of her husband 
pressing down on her body. Dennis raised himself, straddling her cringing 
tummy, the fingers of one hand firmly gripping her shoulder. With his other 
hand he reached down and tore away her flimsy nylon panties, yelling, "Take 
a good look at mommy's pussy, kids." 

"Oh please," Arlene screamed. "Dennis, don't do this. Not this way. Have a 
heart," her croaking voice cried out. She was terrified, knowing Dennis had 
no intention of letting her go until he had raped her. He was going to fuck 
her as brazenly as he intended fucking the girl afterward. He was a beast. 
Tears streamed down her cheeks as he rose, taking his weight off her. His 
huge penis was jutting out in front of her eyes and she remembered all the 
times he had filled her with it. As far as he was concerned he hadn't fucked 
her nearly enough, and as far as she was concerned he had fucked her much 
too much. She gasped aloud, staring with wide open eyes at the 
heavily-veined shaft rising ominously from beneath her husband's lean belly. 
Her fury had so aroused her, she now found difficulty focusing her eyes, but 
the man's throbbing organ seemed now twice as large as it had ever been. The 
swollen, bulbous head flexed and enlarged even more as she stared at it. She 
cringed inwardly, wondering how she had been able to take something that 
huge in her belly all those years. 

"Dennis, for the love of heaven, let's talk," she pleaded. "You can't do 
this," she cried, her face streaked with tears, her lower lip trembling, and 
her brown eyes wide, very wide. She whimpered meekly, hoping against hope 
she might find some way to get through to him and reason with him. Dennis's 
eyes were glittering with lust and she cringed on the floor, pulling away as 
he fell between her knees, gripping his mammoth cock in his hand. 

"Now you watch, girlie," old Harold Warren said to Kim, who had been staring 
at the tableau the entire time. "That there boy knows how to really fuck, he 
does. Why he married that cold fish is somethin' I was never able to figger. 
But I'll tell you, you're gonna see him rip off a good piece right now, and 
when he's rested up a bit, he's gonna fuck you, too." 

"Why me?" Kim asked. "What did I ever do to him?" 

"With you it ain't gonna be nothin' personal. It's jest that Denny, like me, 
wants to make sure you leave this here house with a lotta good feelin' 
inside ye." 

They stopped talking as Dennis fell across the thin body of his ex-wife, 
covering the red marks left by her brassiere and panties, and he instantly 
began driving his hard cock between her thighs without bothering to aim. The 
solid head hit her once in the tenderness of her vaginal crevice, then 
slammed into the narrow crack between her buttocks, and Arlene jumped as if 
he had rammed a white hot branding iron into her. 

"Now kids," the man shouted. "I am going to demonstrate exactly how your 
mommy and I made the two of you." He was breathing hard, panting, thrilling 
to the feel of her whitely slender body beneath his. 

Wasting no more words, he gripped her soft, rounded, white shoulders to move 
her into a better position, then used her firm, small breasts for leverage 
as he tugged on the white, melon-like shapes, squeezing the cherry tips, 
lugging himself higher on her, pulling his heavier weight along the length 
of her slender torso. He was squashing her into the living room carpeting, 
letting little strands of it catch in her buttocks. Once he had solidly 
positioned himself between her fearfully quivering thighs, he pried the 
white columns wider apart with his knees as he tugged his ex-wife tightly 
against him. Reaching down with one hand, he gripped his lengthy, thick, 
lustfully pulsating penis in his fingers and guided it forward, using the 
thick, rubbery head to part the sparse brush of brown hair on her cringing 
pussy that let Kim know the woman was indeed a bleached blonde. Arlene 
turned her head to look at Kim, her wide eyes pleading for help, but Kim, 
who had been violated three times, felt no pity for this woman who was ready 
to denounce her as a neighborhood slut. 

Arlene jumped as she felt the searing contact of her husband's penile tip 
against the soft lips of her vagina. She held her breath for what seemed 
like forever, lying motionless in utter defeat beneath the uncontrolled 
wrath of her aroused husband, too afraid to move or even breathe. 

"Uunnnnnngggghhhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt the first cruel pressure of 
his stone-solid length of hard muscle press against the tender pink lips of 
her unprepared vagina. 

"Daddy, don't hurt mommy," Craig yelled. 

"Don't worry," Michael, his brother, assured him. "All the women yell like 
that when you first stick your cock into 'em. Remember how Kim yelled when 
you shoved your prick into her? She's still okay, isn't she?" 

"Yeah, I guess," Craig nodded. 

At last Dennis had found the opening. He rammed his hard cock cruelly into 
her cringing vaginal ripples, and the slithery tip of his gigantically 
massive phallus sank almost an inch into his ex-wife's passage as it spread 
her tiny elastic opening. He pushed again and forced the massive organ to 
move another inch into Arlene's completely unprepared pussy. 

"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhh!" she gasped, squeezing her eyes together, 
wanting her children to know daddy really was hurting her. "No ... no ... no 
more ... don't ... you're hurting meeeeeee..." 

"Don't pay attention," their grandfather told the twins. "Hell, your ma was 
fucked by your daddy's cock a good many years. It's used to it by now. He 
can't be hurtin' her. She's "jest makin' a lotta noise to try and make yer 
daddy feel bad. But this time yer daddy ain't fallin' fer it. This time he's 
gonna fuck yer ma silly, like she deserves." 

Dennis grunted and sank his cock four more inches into her softly clinging 
vaginal depths, thrusting the impaling hardness into her continually 
resisting vagina. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Arlene cried out a moment later, as 
the mastodonic penis suddenly began driving mercilessly into the tightness 
of her seething cunt, brutally stretching the tiny, hair-framed vaginal 
opening until the licentiously spread mother felt as if her thighs were 
being split apart from the continuing force of his relentless probing. 

"Dennis ... oh Goddddddd..." she gasped. "Stop ... stop ... you're 
hurtinnnnnggggg meeeeeeee ... aaaaaannnnnggggghhhh ... don't. . . don't ... 
no more ... no more..." the tortured bleached blonde moaned in pain and 
fear. 

"Ohhh ma, stop it already," Craig snapped at her. "We've fucked before, and 
we know a cock can't really hurtcha. It's all in your mind." 

Arlene felt her ex-husband gather himself for something terrible, and a 
moment later it came. The man stabbed forward with all his strength, sinking 
the entire, salaciously-stiffened length of his shuddering phallus all the 
way into the trembling depths of her cringing belly. 

Weeping in pure pain, Arlene stared desperately at her angered 
husband-that-was only to see he still had his ears closed to her sobbing 
pleas. He was completely enveloped in the delightful penetration of her 
agonizingly enlarged pussy. Suddenly, as she watched, the grin of 
licentiousness on his face faded and his features twisted into a contorted 
expression of total animalistic desire as he stared down at his ex-wife 
defenselessly lying spread-eagled beneath him, the tip of his rampantly 
swollen phallus pushing into the curling brown hair of her pink pussy. He 
fell forward then, allowing his weight to brutally crush her small, albeit 
fully rounded breasts back against her heaving chest as he flexed his hips 
and rammed his thickness into her cringing belly. His thickly long cock 
slammed into her cunt like a battering ram gone out of control, separating 
the softly delicate cuntal walls of tiny membranes, pushing them into 
rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh. Dennis gasped as his 
sperm-bloated testicles thwacked against the upturned cheeks of his wife's 
nakedly quivering buttocks. 

"Now," he told his kids, "I'm going to show you how to really fuck. Remember 
in the future, whenever you fuck a woman, any woman, even if it's your sweet 
mother, this is the way to do it." 

He started slamming into her with a series of hard, continuously brutal 
thrusts, not caring that he was causing her more pain as she writhed in 
torturous agony under the weight of his moving body. He reached down and 
pressed his palms under her thigh backs, then got a good grip on them and 
lifted them, pushing them back until her knees were bent double and her 
kneecaps were rubbing against her delicate nipples. Now the naked plane of 
her vulnerable cunt was wide open, totally exposed, and everyone in the room 
was clearly able to see the entire length of his cock sliding in and out of 
her. Arlene groaned again and again, feeling ashamed, her body in anguish as 
he inhumanly slammed into her contorted shape with lengthy, savage thrusts 
that jarred both their bodies, making the two of them quiver. His driving 
thighs smacked solidly against the wide open lips of her upturned buttocks, 
and he was powering into her with such thrusts that each forward slam sent 
her another quarter of an inch along the carpet toward the other end of the 
living room. His arms squeezed around her back, pressing her knees even more 
firmly against her, making the two of them look like a series of intertwined 
anacondas. 

It was too much. The stunned woman had been completely unprepared for this 
and had never been so cock-filled in her entire life. It felt as if her 
husband's steel-solid penis was ripping the membranes of her vagina into a 
million shreds of flesh. There was not one little bit of flesh on the entire 
pulsing length of Dennis Warren's hot cock that his ex-wife was unable to 
sense as the pulsating shaft pushed ever more firmly into the tormented 
tunnel of her sucking pussy. His cock felt as if it was inside a sheath of 
hot velvet, and he stabbed it deeper and deeper into her. 

"How's it feel, Mrs. Warren?" he asked her, continuing to torment her as he 
thrilled to the sensations of her internal self, receiving him far into her 
womb. She was whimpering and sobbing, tears still pouring from her eyes and 
running down her cheeks, and though her two sons felt anxious at the sight 
of their mother, crying, they were both certain she was inwardly enjoying 
what was happening to her. After all, it was Bernice, herself, while being 
fucked by their grandpa, who explained as they looked on, that there was 
nothing on this earth more thrilling than for a woman to be receiving a 
good, solid fuck. That was precisely what their daddy was giving their 
mommy; a good, solid fuck. It made them glad. 

Dennis was enjoying her body, fucking ruthlessly into her, knowing she had 
to do as he wished this time. It was no longer a game of bedroom tag, where 
she made him treat her cunt as if it was fragile porcelain. 

Abruptly, Arlene issued a low, piteous moan. It brought absolutely no 
response from her husband's grinning lips. The man merely pulled his hips 
back and began driving all the more solidly into her, an extra-hard thrust 
from his swiveling hips that sent his swelling, expanding penile tip into 
the very depths of her aching vagina, and Arlene was certain she was about 
to be ripped to shreds. 

This was the most humiliating thing he had ever done to her, making her lie 
helpless and servile this way, beneath his grunting, groaning body, in front 
of his terrible father, that baby sitter, and their own children while he 
treated her like the lowest, most common strumpet who ever walked the 
streets. She knew she would never forgive him for this. It was the most 
anguished sensation she had ever endured, and whenever she looked at her 
children in the future, she knew they would be seeing her naked body 
writhing under the weight of their father as he continually pumped his hard 
piston into the fleshy valve of her vagina. 

Arlene's thoughts continued rambling feverishly as if all her pent-up 
emotions were being suddenly let loose. She was being used so strongly, and 
her vagina was being made to feel so sore, that nothing seemed to matter any 
longer. There wasn't even pain left in her trembling body. All she felt was 
humiliation and shame. This was the most nightmarish violation of all time, 
and by her ex-husband of all people. She was glad she had divorced him. Now 
he was truly showing what a friend he was. 

She lay there, unresisting, knees pressed into her nipples, passively 
accepting the man's continuous knifing attacks. 

"How's it feel, Arlene?" he gasped, then groaned as he rammed his hot cock 
even deeper into the tunnel of her squeezing cunt. The solid red tip sank 
ever deeper into her fleshy softness, spreading her walls wider and wider. 
Then his hands dropped from the backs of her thighs and slid under her 
white, rounded ass cheeks, squeezing her gluteal orbs again and again, 
digging his fingers harshly into the soft flesh she had never permitted him 
to touch while they had been married. He stressed with his fingertips that 
he wanted to debase her for all the years she had robbed him of good 
fucking. 

"No more, no more," she begged, panting as her face reddened with 
humiliation, her entire physical being now lost in the cruelty of his 
painful grip. He continued stabbing his cock into her without once breaking 
his rhythm. His hands tightly squeezed her ass-cheeks and pulled them 
farther apart, slamming his groin all the more turbulently into her seething 
pussy. Her tortured body was completely jackknifed, doubled over, and the 
stress on her strained muscles was beginning to tell. Arlene would do 
anything to relieve the pain, even if it meant humbling herself and begging 
the terrible man for mercy. 

The wetly glistening plane of her bared pelvis was presented as an offering 
to the man fucking her to do with as best pleased him. He increased the 
driving urgency of his cock into her cunt, slamming in with lengthy, solid 
lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes 
as he dug them into the carpet. He crammed the last bloated bit of his 
throbbing penis into his ex-wife's cunt with thundering lust, until new 
gasps began falling from her lips, resounding throughout the living room 
like the wails of a wounded doe. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled 
back in her head, staring at the ceiling above, noting for the first time 
the lines of cobwebs against the off-white color. 

"Tell me, Arlene," he gasped again. "I want to know just how you like my way 
of fucking." 

She remained silent, and this angered him, so he slammed his throbbing penis 
even deeper into her, driving it around and around, making her squirm even 
more. 

"Why?" she sobbed. "Why?" 

"Because deep down you know you've always wanted it this way," he snarled at 
her. "That lady-like upbringing of yours is what ruined our marriage, doll." 

"I ... uhhhhhh ... was always there when you needed me," she gasped. 

"You were there, but never the way I wanted you, he snarled. 

He intensified the tempo of his thrusting cock into her tight cunt, pounding 
into her with such vehemence she was unable to speak or scream. All that 
mattered was the fulfillment of his desire. 

"Hhhuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, the breath shooting out of her. 

"Move that little pussy of yours, Arlene," he told her. "It's a lot more fun 
when you fuck, too." 

Arlene realized her crazed ex-husband was not going to listen to reason. 
Even if it were possible for her to speak he wouldn't listen, and so, 
knowing there simply was nothing else to do, she began to sobbingly rotate 
her buttocks, grinding her vagina against his down-thrusting groin while 
lifting her buttocks in an attempt to get away from the nails he was digging 
into her buttocks. She felt a greater sense of shame and embarrassment than 
even she had believed she would feel, and her debasement mounted with each 
thrusting stroke of his hard cock into her delicate cunt. 

Moving with harder, longer, smoother strokes into his ex-wife's belly, he 
felt her claw at him with her long nails in an attempt to rid herself of 
him. Deliberately, Dennis tugged his hard cock almost all the way out, 
poised it at the lip of her vaginal opening, then thrust solidly forward 
into the depths of her uplifted pussy, until, he was able to feel the hard 
slap of his heavy balls against the unprotected pucker of her anus. Again 
and again he rammed his hardness into her tightness. Juicy wet smacking 
sounds at each brutal charge of his cock intruding into the full depth of 
her cunt blended in time to the way the two of them were now hoarsely 
breathing. 

Kim was suddenly aware the old man was erect again. For seventy-three she 
had to admit that wasn't bad. Many men half his age were unable to get it up 
once a night. 

"C'mon, girlie," he told her. "Let's join in the fun." 

"Hey, your son has told me he wants me after he finishes with his wife. You 
already had me. Shouldn't you leave something for him?" Kim snapped, angry 
that he would touch her at all. 

"He's gonna be so whacked out when he finishes with her, he ain't gonna have 
nothin' left over fer you. Craig, Michael, on the floor in the foot-to-foot 
position." 

The twins hurriedly obeyed their grandfather, lying on the floor beneath 
Kim, each on his back, each lying so his feet were tucked under his 
brother's armpits. Their two penises, rigid and upstanding, were rubbing 
against one another standing straight up in the air, and their small 
scrotums were massaging one against the other as well. 

"Now you get down on yer knees and start suckin' both those cocks at once," 
the old man commanded. "By the time the three of us cum, Dennis'll have 
finished with Arlene, and everyone in here'll be so whacked out, you can get 
yer clothes and a shirt of mine as well. Yer stuff is upstairs in my closet 
on the floor. You'll find shirts hangin' in the same closet. But right now 
the boys and I are gonna have us one last fling with ye." 

Wanting to resist, but helpless to do so, Kim knelt. She stared at the two 
mini-phalluses, angry that this was her only way out. She was determined to 
never walk into a set-up like this again. She was old enough to earn money 
without having to resort to babysitting. Trembling, more with anger than 
anything else, she lowered her head, her blonde hair still fluffed out like 
a halo all around, unmessed in spite of the fact that her hair had been 
pulled countless times. She saw the two little pikes were already leaking 
their lubrication in anticipation of what her mouth was going to do. 
Together the two of them were just about as thick as a man's full-sized 
penis, though both were still much shorter. 

"Come on, come on," the old man insisted. "It's not as if this is somethin' 
new t'you. Ye've done it before. Start suckin' and suck good." 

Kim opened her mouth and let her circle of lips surround the twin upstanding 
pikes. Slowly her lips closed tightly, like a rubber band around the two 
penises, and both boys gasped, jumping as her lips began pulling and her 
tongue automatically rolled around both heads, probing into each penile slit 
individually, then round and around her tongue went, tickling the coronas of 
both penises at once. Her lips ran all the way down to the stems of both 
little cocks, slurping and sucking all the way, and much as she tried 
shutting her mind to it, Kim found her body once again responding. She 
sucked strongly, bobbing her head up and down. 

When the old man began fingering her vagina, she almost expected it. He was 
kneeling behind her bent over body, the way Craig had knelt earlier. His 
thicker fingers were running against the softness of her vaginal lips, 
rubbing, continually teasing them, making her inner vaginal self leak more 
and more of her sticky slippery oil. Soon she was a regular well, letting 
the oils leak heavily out of her as her head continued bobbing up and down 
on the boys' penises, feeling the separate vibrations of each small phallus 
in her mouth, one against each hollowed cheek. 

When the old man parted her buttocks, she thought nothing of it. His 
fingers, wet with her lubrication, began teasing her anal crinkle, and she 
shuddered a little, expecting him to finger her anus too. In that, he didn't 
disappoint her, probing with his forefinger, opening her rectal passage, 
stretching it, slowly sliding the finger in, exciting her body all the more 
as his thick finger touched sensual little nerve endings she had never known 
she'd had in her rectum. He began sawing his finger in and out in time to 
the way her bobbing head continued moving on the two penises. Her tongue was 
pressed flatly against the sides of both phalluses, and she sucked strongly, 
tasting the slightest difference in tang between the two lubricants. 
Michael's was the least bit saltier, and Craig's was the slightest bit 
sweeter. Her lips pulled on the rigid flesh of their two organs, and she 
knew this time they would not be gushing as quickly as they had the first 
time. Her head bounced faster and faster, her chin hitting the right leg of 
Craig and the left leg of Michael each time it went down. Her tongue tip was 
able to insert itself between the two penises, and as a result, she was able 
to wash both sets of balls. 

Kim gasped and tightened her oral hold on the two phalluses when a streak of 
lightning shot straight through her rectum and into the core of her body. 
The old man had lowered his head and was applying his tongue down there, 
licking her anus, probing into it, making her shake and shudder. She was 
unable to believe it. The dirty old man was actually licking the little 
opening from which she evacuated. He must be crazy. Yet the tingle she felt 
made her realize how overpowering his tongue was. She squirmed, writhing 
insanely, slamming her buttocks into his face repeatedly, and his clutching 
hands had to hold her steady as his tongue plunged into her again and again. 

Why, she wondered, was he licking her there of all places? 

He straightened up and leaned over her back, using his tongue on the nape of 
her neck. She felt the thickness of his penis pressing between her rear 
cheeks, and when he pushed, the penis slid down toward her vagina, as she 
expected. At any moment she was certain the heavy pole would once again fill 
her, stretching her, but no, the old man pulled back, gripped his heavy 
penis with his hand, and he began pressing it against her well-lubed rectum. 
Suddenly realizing just what it was the old man intended doing, Kim tried 
raising her head, but the twins had their four hands pressing on her head 
and pulling her hair. The two of them pumped their phalluses into her mouth 
with more vigor. 

"Uuuuuuggggggllllllmmmphhhhhh!" Kim gasped, trying to push the boys away 
with her own hands, but the old man's penis, starting to press into the 
narrowness of her rear tunnel, had her so off-balance she was unable to 
move. 

The penis pushed harder and she squealed, "Hhhuuummmmphhhhuurrgghh!" 

Then the rounded tip of the old man's penis parted her sphincter, spreading 
the doughnut-like muscle wider and digging his penis in deeper. Kim felt 
pain even more powerful than that she had experienced during her 
dehymenization. The thick phallus was slowly sliding into her ass, and 
sparks of blistering light went off in her brain as the agony became more 
intense. As a result she tightened her lips around the two phalluses in her 
mouth, sucking more strongly without realizing it. The edges of her teeth 
scraped at the top layer of skin on both stiff ramrods, but the two boys 
were so overcome with sensation that they loved it. They slammed their hips 
up and down in unison, cramming their organs deeper into Kim's mouth, trying 
to reach her throat. Though the task was impossible, it didn't keep the two 
boys from trying that much harder. 

"Yyyyyyeeeaaahhh!" the old man gasped. "We're gettin' into that tight ass of 
yers. Jest keep it up there, kiddo, and soon we'll all have a fine time of 
it." 

More pain charged through Kim's body as the old man shoved his penis deeper, 
and now her rectum was actually helping, pulling and sucking the penis 
inside. The head of his throbbing organ pushed into her colon, making her 
jump. Her lower half leaped up as she bounced on her knees, and her head 
pushed even lower, her lips scrubbing the bare pelvises of the two boys. 

"Uuuuuurrrrrrgggggghhhhhhcccccc chhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrccchhh!" she gagged, 
gasping, twitching her buttocks from side to side in an attempt to dislodge 
the man. His hips kept up with her motions, spinning as she rotated. He 
pushed a little harder, and now the entire length of his penis was buried in 
her rectum. He gripped her hips tightly, and began pumping in and out, 
intensifying the agony for Kim. She was certain her rectal tissue was 
bleeding and torn. The old man continued pumping, slamming into her with 
more and more power, and Kim felt her buttocks slapping his thighs as her 
inner tunnel slowly but surely began to stretch, accustoming itself to the 
thickness pounding into it. 

Dennis looked to the side and saw his father and sons with Kim and the sight 
incited him to fuck his wife even more strongly. Placing his hands on either 
side of her head, he lifted himself so he was able to watch the look of 
hopeless defeat on Arlene's face. Lines of acute pain were etched in her 
countenance as she whipped her head this way and that, her bleached blonde 
hair flying wildly around her face. This sight was something Dennis didn't 
want to miss; the totally humiliating surrender of his soft-bodied young 
wife-well to him she was still young. It was a pleasure seeing her struggle 
in the clutches of what she believed was something evil and disgusting. Now 
she was reduced to nothing more than a raw, screaming mass of utter 
helplessness. Somehow it all seemed so fitting. 

"You have your choice," he panted, watching from the corner of his eye as 
his father continued fucking into Kim's rear tunnel. "You can stay divorced, 
or you can marry me again, but from now on you're going to be my own private 
whore." 

"Whore?" Arlene gasped in disbelief, not able to digest what her husband was 
telling her. "I'm coming to our home every night, and I'm going to fuck you 
silly any way that pleases me. If you give me any kind of hard time, I'll 
give the kids instructions to fuck their own mommy. You won't be able to 
fight them off, Arlene. You know it. Why don't you stop acting like such a 
dummy. You know you love being my whore." 

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o..." she insisted. 

"See the way my dad's screwing that girl in the ass? Well you're going to 
discover what it feels like, too." He thrust his forefinger against her anal 
opening, pressing hard. 

"Ohhhhhh pleeeaaassse ... Dennis ... no ... no ... don't do this..." she 
shrieked, trying to twist away from this indecent outrage against her tiny, 
cringing anus. 

Dennis worked his finger deeper and deeper, corkscrewing it, pushing it 
farther into her rectum. Arlene continued struggling for some minutes, even 
after he pushed a second finger in, but soon her body was working in cadence 
with his cock and his fingers, and against her will she was mewling with 
pleasurable sighs. 

Kim felt the pain in her rear slowly fading, and little by little the 
tingling nerves in her rectum came strongly to life, and though she was no 
less determined to shut all this from her mind, she found herself humping 
her buttocks back against the lancing penis that continually invaded the 

I trammeled depths of her squeezing rectum. She slammed herself back and 
forth, her head bobbing ever more furiously, her tongue licking and her jaws 
pulling as she sucked strongly on the twin phallic spires locked in her 
tight oral cavern. Her head moved more quickly than ever, and the two boys 
helped, continuing to thrust their young pelvises up and down with equal 
vigor. 

Kim felt thrills building in her rectum. She was unable to believe the 
constant sensations and she slammed back all the more forcefully. Her mind 
continued chastising her, telling her this was another evil thing in which 
she was involved, and once she left this house she would have nothing more 
to do with this terrible old man. 

Her hands were flat on the floor, her fingers clutching at the carpet. The 
scent of the young boys' groins filled her swelling nostrils, and though she 
convinced herself she liked none of this, her body continued responding as 
the heat inside her continued building and swelling. 

A smile of victory broke out on Dennis's face as he felt his wife fucking 
back. She slowly, hesitantly corkscrewed her buttocks against his fingers 
while he continued slamming his penis into the burning depths of her vaginal 
channel. Arlene was hopelessly and helplessly impaled between her husband's 
solidly throbbing penis as it continued reaming her cuntal tunnel while his 
fingers kept on cramming themselves into her rectum. Now, whimpering and 
moaning beneath the man, she began twisting, churning and bucking her body 
as she felt the dual ravishment continue unabated. 

Dennis slid his other hand underneath as well, but instead of reaching for 
her anus, his fingers began teasing the vaginal lips surrounding his cock, 
massaging them as he continued punching his throbbing pole in and out of her 
shuddering body. He quickened his penile thrusts, sending the hot, pulsating 
pole deep into the softness of his ex-wife's pussy as she thrashed insanely 
under him. He knew she was his again, and this time she would be his 
forever. This time he intended making certain he remained the boss in his 
household. He was going to make her beg and plead for it. 

"Tell me, Arlene," he gasped. "D'you want me to stop?" 

At that moment Arlene realized exactly what kind of thrills she was feeling. 
For the first time in her life she was enjoying sex because he was no longer 
fucking her on her own terms. Her own mother had been wrong. Sex was not 
something for men alone. It was a sensation to be enjoyed equally by men and 
women, and she realized what a fool she had been. Now she had a chance to 
regain her husband and her family. She was going to take that chance. 

"Don't stop, Dennis," she whimpered. "I'm sorry for being such a fool. 
Please don't stop," she gasped, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear, 
her false pride completely gone as she lay pinned and naked under his 
weight, loving every bit of it. The thought of begging him to drive his 
massive penis into her vaginal depths had at one time been completely 
unthinkable. Now she wanted him to empty his scorching balls into her, and 
she was beyond caring what she had to do to accomplish this. 

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered, kissing her ear. "Come on, 
Arlene. I've waited so long to hear you say the words. Say them and make me 
happy." 

Arlene knew this would be the final surrender, but she didn't care. There 
would be no escaping her husband ever again, and for the first time she 
realized she didn't want to escape him. Her bloodstream was pulsating 
through her body like a raging river as she thrust her body up to his and 
shouted for the entire household to hear, "For God's sake, Dennis, fuck me! 
Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Shoot your sperm into me and make me pregnant again. 
I want to be your wife in every sense of the word. Fuck me hard!" 

Grunting his approval, Dennis, his eyes shining with lust for this woman 
because he still loved her increased the tempo of his thrusts, ground his 
loins solid and deep between her quaking thighs so that his penis spiked 
itself far up into the hidden recesses of her quaking belly. Arlene's small, 
firm breasts quivered against the solid pressure of his weighty chest, the 
tiny hardness of her nipples digging into his flesh with seething intensity. 

The raging fire of total wantonness raged in the plunging cock of Dennis 
Warren. He was aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that 
his wife was his again, and she was grinding her hot little ass in frantic 
abandon to the way he was plunging into her. She kicked her heels savagely 
against his shoulders as he dug fiercely into her tight feminine tunnel. Of 
all the hot bitches he had ever wanted to fuck, this was still the most 
important one as far as he was concerned. Now that he really had her going, 
he knew it wasn't a one-shot blastoff. This woman was going to be doing 
everything he ever wanted at last. Life no longer was simply passing him by. 
The very thought surging his cock deep inside her. 

The tall, rangy man felt his orgasm mounting higher and higher, his 
testicles swelling as his scrotum shrank. He was going to spew his foam into 
her, no longer in anger, but with the love he had always felt for her. 

The blonde divorcee sensed something happening inside her husband. He was 
finally going to empty his seed into the churning depths of her trembling 
body. 

Arlene took refuge in the thought that this was the only man to ever fuck 
her. True, she had dated other men since her divorce, but sex had previously 
been so distasteful with her husband she saw no reason to become involved 
with other men. Now, once again, her handsome ex-husband, soon to be her 
husband again, was rutting over her like a wild stallion over a mare. Their 
lovemaking was not the sweet, tender, delicate thing she had always wanted, 
but this brutal, wanton, lustful abandon was a thousand times better. 

Levering his body higher over that of his wife, Dennis sped up his thrusts 
until the pace became blurred movement. He kneaded the wantonly writhing 
flesh beneath him without being conscious of the fact that she was madly in 
love with what he was doing. He was fucking her and he no longer had the 
urge to destroy her. He was going to fuck this bitch wife of his forever, 
and she would never deny him again. His heavy penis, filling her tight 
depths, expanded and swelled, throbbing feverishly inside her until he 
thought it would split open like a hot dog over a flame. Either that or it 
would simply explode from too much pressure. 

Then the expected blastoff came, first from Arlene, as she shrieked, "DENNIS 
... AAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGG GHHHHHH ... IIIIII'MMMMMM ... AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE 
... CCCCCCUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNN NNGGGGGG ... OHHHHHH ... 
EEEEEEYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAG GGGGGHHHHHH..." 

She squeezed her ex-husband tightly, pulling him deeper into her, feeling 
the first needle-spray of sperm emptying itself into the ravaged depths of 
her shuddering cunt. The thought that he had done it so savagely made the 
ravaged ex-wife that much more thrilled, because her former husband still 
loved her enough to want her so badly that he was raping her. Hot sticky 
fluid jetting from his penis caused more wild sensations of rippling 
pleasure to erotically flood through her. 

"Ooooooohhhhhrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Y Y YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGHH 
HHHHAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" the man yelled, continuing to fire into her. 

Arlene lay there, happy to have been beaten as her husband's seed continued 
pumping into her. She made no move except to pull Dennis down onto her, 
keeping his now shrinking penis locked in her depths as it emptied itself. 
Her mouth clamped against his, kissing him violently. 

Harold Warren continued pumping into Kim's tight rectum, feeling the walls 
of her violated anus loosening their vise-like grip around his impaling 
hardness. He continued a series of regularly rhythmic strokes, and Kim shut 
her mind, refusing to allow the pleasure invading her to reach her brain. 
Occasionally the old man would shove his penis all the way in and keep it 
there, making it throb in time to the way her head was bobbing as she 
continued sucking on the penises of the two boys. Her mouth sucked and 
pulled, drinking the colorless lubricant each continued emitting, feeling 
the two phalluses, as one, starting to swell, making her cheeks puff and 
bloat. 

Kim bobbed her head faster now, scraping her tongue flatly along the side of 
the two penises, rubbing the helmeted tips, feeling them pulse faster as the 
two boys thrust their loins higher, their bodies becoming more increasingly 
tense. They were very close. 

Without realizing it, Kim sucked even harder, one of her hands flatly 
resting on their groins, rubbing their pelvises as the tip of her tongue 
continued to lick their testicles each time her head moved down. She savored 
the texture and flavor of the meatiness of the two penises. She sucked 
strongly and it burst into her brain that she wanted to taste the sperm of 
these two boys. Why? She had no idea, but suddenly she knew she would not be 
content until she had drained everything these little stinkers had to offer. 
Her head moved rapidly, and she sucked violently, her lips all but tearing 
the flesh from the throbbing organs. At the same time she felt their 
grandfather pounding even more deeply into her abused rectum and she 
realized there was no more pain back there. Yet she had to try and restrain 
herself. She had to keep herself from being aroused by this forbidden attack 
that she was being forced to endure. 

The voice in her brain was becoming smaller and soon it faded out 
altogether, drowned out by larger, more persuasive feelings that took total 
control of her eighteen-year-old body. Try as she might, the young blonde 
was unable to prevent herself from jerking her hips up and back to meet the 
thrusting strokes of Harold Warren. The pummeling penis rammed deeper into 
her colon, and there was no denying the prurient thrills of passion now 
shooting from the top of her bobbing head to the tips of her curling toes. 

I can't like it, she said to herself. This is all so sick. 

A vivid image of how she must look floated into Kim's brain. She saw herself 
bent over, the wrinkled old man with his penis in her rectum, her mouth 
glued to the groins of the ten-year-old boys. Off to the side, Arlene and 
Dennis Warren were sitting with their backs against the bottom of the sofa, 
watching all that was taking place, and Arlene now had a loving look on her 
face as she stared at the finale. 

The boys were no longer able to contain their sperm. They fired into the 
depths of Kim's throat, and both screamed. 

'YYYYYYIIIIIIAAAAAAGG GGGGHHHHHH!" 

" AAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAIIIIII YYYAAAGH!" 

Kim drank excitedly as the two fired volcanic spurts of what little white 
glue was left inside them. She sucked strongly and pulled the sticky strings 
from inside their penises, rolling the fluid around on her tongue, then 
swallowing. She gulped, biting and chewing their little penises, feeling 
Michael's starting to shrink before Craig's, once again reaffirming her 
belief that Craig was the more sensual of the two boys. 

Her mouth finally left their groins and she licked her lips as the old man 
said, "The truth, Kimmie. Does it feel good?" 

"Yes, you old cocker," she gasped. "I may hate you for the rest of my life 
for making me admit it, but it does feel good." 

The old man thrust a little harder and kept his penis locked all the way 
inside her, then began firing. He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting, 
but it was Kim who bellowed, "AAAWWWHH HHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" as her 
anal orgasm overwhelmed her. 

 EPILOGUE 

Four weeks had gone by. Four long, anguished weeks. For four weeks Kim Wayne 
had looked the other way when passing the Warren home, and for four weeks 
she had not gone out on dates. 

College had started again and autumn was coming. The birds still sang as 
sweetly as before, the sun still shone as brightly, and it was impossible to 
tell that soon everyone would have to wear jackets and coats, and when not 
having to go outside, would hibernate inside their homes. 

Kim sighed, feeling tragically alone, because there was no one to whom she 
was able to talk. Talking to her parents was completely out of the question, 
and her sister, for all her liberality, would look askance at her were she 
to admit what had happened the night she had babysat at the Warren house. 

Wearing a yellow sleeveless summer dress, Kim had finished her last class 
for the day and now stood on the steps of the junior college, looking 
around. Other students were hurrying by her in both directions, and the 
inside of the college looked so foreboding she was glad she was going out. 
Fortunately her thoughts didn't interfere with her studying and her grades 
were higher than ever. 

The cement walk swelled out before her and there were benches on either 
side. Behind the benches on both sides the rolling green campus stretched 
out. There were trees here and there, and shortly their green leaves would 
turn to yellow. 

Kim walked along, carrying her books, heading for her bicycle. It was locked 
in the rack at the foot of the stairs. She put her books in the small basket 
on the handlebars, then unlocked the chain from around the front and rear 
wheels. Hopping onto the green bicycle, she pedaled her way from the 
college, using the narrow bicycle path until she reached the end of the 
college grounds. Now she was out on the street and had to move more 
carefully. Skillfully guiding the bike through traffic, she was home in 
almost twenty minutes. 

Putting the bike in the garage, she shut the door, then carried her books up 
the steps to the front door of her home. 

"Hi, Kim," a voice greeted. Turning around she saw it was Marty. 

"Hi," she smiled. "I haven't seen you in awhile." "Yeah, well I've been busy 
getting ready for college." 

"Want to come inside?" she asked. "Sure," he nodded. "I'm through studying 
for the day." 

He was wearing a white shirt open at the throat and gray slacks. He hurried 
up the steps after her, waiting as she inserted the key in the lock. They 
both went inside and Kim shut the door behind her. 

"No one else is home," Kim told him. "My folks are working and my sister's 
at an out-of-state college." 

"Hey," he asked, "did you hear about old man Warren?" 

"No," Kim replied, frowning, inwardly not caring to hear. 

"The old boy had himself a heart attack the day after you babysat for him. 
If it had been anyone but you, I would be wondering just what the old man 
had been doing the night before with the babysitter." 

They went into the den of the house, a cozy room with a fireplace against 
the far wall, all of which was brick. The side walls all had books in 
built-in bookcases. The floor was flagstone, but in front of the fireplace 
was a large rug. Bracketing the fireplace were two sofas. Kim gracefully 
sank to the rug with her legs tucked under her, pulling at some brown 
strands that were sticking up from the rug. 

"I didn't know that," she admitted, suddenly feeling very bad. She thought 
it was as if all the terrible things she had wished on the old man had come 
true. 

"They say he'll be all right," Marty said, smoothing his dark hair back as 
he sat beside her. He stared at Kim, trying to look through her dress, 
wondering just what it was she had on underneath. 

For the first time Kim realized what had been bothering her for the past 
four weeks. It wasn't merely being unable to discuss what had happened. Her 
body was inwardly craving for more and she had refused to admit it to 
herself. Now, for the first time, she faced the issue squarely in her mind 
and realized all the things the old man had told her were true. Yes, he had 
been crude about it, but that didn't make any of it less true. Her body had 
known these sensations long before her mind had come to accept them. She was 
at an age where it was time to start enjoying herself sexually. 

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Marty asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

"I'm afraid to tell you," she replied, and his hands were suddenly enclosing 
her. Kim found herself eagerly in his arms, her lips finding, kissing his. 
Their mouths were tightly welded together and their tongues probed, tasting, 
savoring, exciting each other. Marty was a lover of her own choosing, and 
this time she intended enjoying what happened with him. No more regrets, no 
more unhappiness, no more sorrows. 

Marty held her tight, knowing he had often come this far with her, kissing 
her, holding her, even feeling her a little. Yet there was something in the 
urgency of her kisses which let him know that today was no ordinary day. His 
hands explored her body and he felt the way she willingly thrust herself 
against him. His fingers found the zipper to her dress at the nape of her 
neck and pulled it to her waist. She didn't stop him. When she did pull away 
it was to shrug the garment from her shoulders and he realized she was 
wearing no brassiere underneath. Now her entire body was exposed to the 
navel. For an instant all he was able to do was feast his eyes on the 
fullness of her shapely breasts. 

An instant later his mouth was glued to her right mammary, sucking her 
nipple, making it swell and enlarge. Kim lay back, forcing him to move with 
her. She had no idea why she was letting this happen. All she knew was, the 
pent-up urges in her body would no longer be denied. 

With a deft movement, she slipped her dress over her hips and pulled it off, 
kicking her shoes off as well. She let him pull her panties down and Marty 
didn't stop to wonder about his good luck. 

"Now let me undress you," she insisted. 

Her small, cool hands were quick and efficient. They moved with a sureness 
she would never have had if it hadn't been for her experiences with Harold 
Warren. In no time she had him undressed, and she had him standing above 
her, his erect manhood standing out, both eager and anxious for her. She had 
to admit that beauty was built bigger than either of the Warren men. 

"That is magnificent," she said, reaching up while on her knees to fondle 
his stiffness, teasing the purple head of his throbbing penis with her 
fingers. 

Marty was still stunned by her behavior. Even if she had been a bit forward 
at first, he had expected her to recoil at the sight of his immense penis. 
Instead she was complimenting him on it, and pulling him down on top of her. 
His heavy penis came to rest in the soft, hair-lined furrow of her waiting 
cunt. She clamped her thighs together, forcing the length of cock to lie 
long and thick against her, its pressure seeming to instantly arouse her. 

"Do you want me?" she asked him, looking into his brown eyes. 

The twitching penis throbbed between her thighs, leaking its lubricating 
juices all over her body as she ran her fingers through his dark hair, 
caressing him. 

"No," Marty sarcastically snapped. "I'm only doing this because it's a way 
to kill time." He panted heavily and Kim smiled. It was her turn to dominate 
and control, and dominate she would. She had learned her unwanted lessons 
very well. Now, for the first time, she realized just how much she needed 
sexual fulfillment. 

"If you want me I want to hear you say it," Kim insisted, keeping her hot 
thighs clamped firmly around his penis, preventing him from moving it. 

"My God!" he gasped. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything or 
anyone in my entire life." 

"Tell me exactly what you want," she insisted, squeezing him with her 
hugging arms. "I want to ... to..." 

"Say it," she hissed. "Say it! It's the only way I'll let you do it." 

"I want to fuck you," he told her. "Kim, I want to fuck you," he gasped, his 
large hands gripping her swollen breasts, squeezing them, kneading them as a 
baker would knead dough, thrilling to the feeling of flesh moving through 
his fingers. 

"Just how do you intend doing it?" she asked. "How are you going to fuck me, 
Marty?" she gasped, breathing into his ear. 

"I'm going to fuck you until my sperm is coming out of your ears," he 
gasped. 

"Will you kill me with it?" she asked, her eyes pleading. 

"God! That's just what I'm going to do." 

"All right. Kill me with it." 

"Yeah!" he said, clamping his mouth against hers, kissing her long and hard, 
trying to dig his tongue into her throat. 

She pulled her lips from his and said, "And you'll do it any way I want it?" 

"Any way you want it, Kim, honey," he promised, holding her more tightly 
than ever. 

"Then do it now," Kim insisted, her voice a low moan oozing from her throat. 
"Fuck me now! Put that fat cock of yours into my tight cunt and fuck me like 
you've never fucked any of the other women you've known." 

Kim opened her thighs and lifted her buttocks, flexing her legs. Her hand 
reached between them to grip the wonderful thickness of Marty's huge, 
blood-bloated cock. Her small hand felt so tiny as she guided the massive 
missile between her vaginal lips where, as she had done once before, she 
wedged the knob up and down in her furrow, wetting it completely. This time 
she knew full well what she was doing, parting her fluffy blonde fuzz as she 
pushed the pulsing stiffness in and out until she had it centered directly 
against the tiny foramen, feeling Marty's cock getting stiffer with every 
passing second. 

With firm, demanding pressure Marty pushed his hips against her. At last his 
dream was coming true! This was Kim Wayne, the girl he had dreamed of 
fucking when fornicating with other girls. Now it was no longer a dream. He 
had no idea why she had suddenly changed and he was too intelligent to 
question it. All he knew was that this girl was something really special, 
and he was finally entering her tight cunt. She was really tight! He didn't 
expect to find a hymen inside her. She was one hell of an athletic girl, and 
he was certain she had probably broken it either doing gymnastics or playing 
tennis. 

Kim was ready for him, her feet flat on the floor, her knees raised, her 
buttocks off the floor and her weight on her shoulders as she prepared to 
take him into her. The penile point was just inside the lips of her vagina, 
and it felt so good. This was just what she had been waiting for. 

"Now!" she ordered. 

Marty drove his mighty lance deep into the softness of her inflamed twat. 
Her strong vaginal muscles gave way with the overpowering onslaught and his 
throbbing cock was finally pushing itself into her carnal canal. The warm, 
elastic, slippery inner lining wetly sucked his length into her, clinging 
like a determined clam to his hardened muscle, gripping him, claiming him 
for herself, absorbing every inch of Marty's cock to the hilt, his heavy 
balls swinging below, slapping against the rounded cheeks of her upturned 
buttocks as he rammed his giant organ into her pulsating, wide-split cleft 
unmercifully. 

Kim screamed with the first pain of it, as the thick shaft stretched her 
elastic walls more widely apart than ever. Her gasp convinced Marty he was 
the first. He would never discover otherwise. Her hips writhed and twisted 
under him, and she pulled back and down to escape the suddenness of the 
pain. She grimaced but Marty, now inside her and determined to remain there, 
thrust all the harder, trying to cram the last bit of his giant cock into 
Kim's softly yielding cunt. 

Now that he was all the way inside her, he stopped for a moment, letting her 
vagina adjust to the thickness of him, resting on top of her with his 
massively swollen rod spiking her to the rug beneath. She opened her eyes 
now, and they were smoky as she smiled at him, the pain quickly fading, 
replaced by the thrilling sensation of his solid erect cock. 

"You are wonderful," Kim groaned, opening her emotions and her mind to what 
was happening, thrilling to the feeling of it as she had never before 
permitted herself. Now she was more certain than ever that she had been 
correct in wanting to be filled only by someone who meant something to her. 
This was marvelous. Not only her mind, but her entire being was opened up to 
him. 

Her hips began moving under him, first in tiny circles, then changing to 
longer, back and forth strokes, screwing her buttocks back, forcing 
withdrawal, only to move forward again, her tight vagina climbing the length 
of his long, massive penis as she completely impaled herself on the great 
length of him. Finally she moved with wildly gyrating buttocks, the 
smoldering inner sensuality blown out of all proportion into a raging 
furnace inside her. 

Marty was in a rapturous world all his own. He felt the raging fire of her 
and was certain it was her feeling for him that had made her take this 
wonderful step. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her 
thrashing body, allowing her voracious vagina to slide up and down the 
length of his slashing cock without his moving. Once in awhile he bucked 
forward on her upstroke, as if trying to drive the head of his stiff prick 
through the back wall of her vagina. 

Kim moaned in ecstasy beneath him. Now that she had surrendered herself to 
this wonderful feeling she found herself soaring as never before. Her orgasm 
was coming almost instantly because she had no desire to restrain it. It 
overwhelmed her and she screamed, "AAAYYYAAARRRGG-GHHH!" and slammed herself 
all the harder against Marty's driving groin. Marty was nowhere near ready 
to explode, and he continued pillaging her ultra-sensitive cuntal flesh, 
burying and re-burying his stirring stem into her seething depths. 

As her second orgasm overwhelmed her, Kim realized this really was a major 
reason for existing. 

"You're ... uhhhhhh ... mine," he gasped, still pounding into her. "I don't. 
. . uhhhhhh ... care what you think ... but from now on you ... uhhhhhh ... 
belong to meeeeee..." 

"D'you love me, Marty?" she gasped. 

"That's a dumb question under the circumstances," he grunted. 

Security flooded Kim's body as the swollen penis continued filling her. It 
wasn't until she had completed her fifth climactic climbing that Marty 
finally unleashed the contents of his testicles into her body. As the warm 
sperm flooded through her, Kim, gripping him tightly, knew she was right. 
When you loved someone, it was so much better! 


THE END
