The Girlfriend's Mother
by Vivian Marsh


CHAPTER ONE 

The Catalina was more than just an apartment house. It was a way of life, of 
the good life as advertised on television and sought by hundreds of 
thousands of middle class citizens. It was only three years old, in what had 
once been an exclusive, wooded residential area outside the main city of 
Webster, and what had become since World War II a sprawling suburban 
development full of shopping centers, tract homes, high taxes, traffic-and 
apartment houses. 

The Catalina was over two blocks in length, a block in width; six stories of 
pastel colored stucco, deep-pile carpeting, soft lighting, and chrome trim. 
It appealed to blue collar workers as well as executives; young newly-weds 
and the retired; families with one or two children and bachelors; in short, 
anybody who could afford the high rent and the necessity to live in a 
certain acceptable style of graciousness and taste. More than simply a 
string of apartments under the same red-tile roof, the Catalina boasted a 
recreational room, a gym, a sauna, a laundry room, and well landscaped 
grounds. The grounds were in the middle of the property, the building itself 
surrounding them on four sides like a high, protective wall, and in the 
middle of the grounds was a free-form swimming pool that was properly 
chlorinated and heated. All of the apartments overlooked the grounds and 
pool, with small balconies jutting out from the glass wall of the living 
rooms. Across the street from the Catalina was a large shopping center, and 
between it, the recreational privileges a tenant of the apartment house had, 
and television, just about everything one could need or desire was right 
there to be had. 

On this hot, late July afternoon, the swimming pool was jammed with bodies, 
the grounds were Uttered with more people, enjoying the sun and water, and 
many of the balconies were occupied by men and women, sitting or lying in 
chairs and chaise lounges, some under the shade of small beach umbrellas. 
Everybody was in the least amount of clothing permissible, with lovely young 
girls and mothers frolicking in unashamed near-nudity in colorful, revealing 
bikinis, while men laughed and sported in rarely more than the smallest and 
tightest of swim trunks. Toward one side was a secluded area like a small 
grotto, formed by a rolling of the grassy lawn and a crescent of bottlebrush 
and Joshua trees. A flag-stone path led from this grotto down to the green 
tiled border of the pool, and another path curved around to the southern 
entrance of the building, and in the middle the flagstones widened out into 
a patio, complete with several brightly colored lounge chairs and two 
white-metal tables with barber-striped umbrellas shading them. 

At one of the tables sat a tall, blonde woman wearing a brilliant cobalt 
blue bikini which matched the azure softness of her eyes. She was bronzed 
from daily sunning, with a smooth taut stomach, and fine high breasts 
concealed in the narrow strip of her suit top; no whiteness showed at all on 
the plentiful amount of bare bosom which was exposed. The bottom section 
outlined her tight slightly protruding pubic mound, and revealed her full, 
ripe, thighs, then tucked into the s crevice between her softly rounded 
buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost completely nude. 

Angie Marlowe was a wife any man would have been proud to call his own. 
Though she was a mother of a fifteen-year-old daughter, her breasts were 
those of a young girl's, and no stretch marks marred her belly, and often 
times she'd been mistaken as her daughter Chris' older sister rather than 
her mother. Her face was sort of pouty, giving a sensual, flirtatious look 
with its small nose and full ripe mouth and her large, round eyes. There was 
nothing aloof about Angie Marlowe; she was pure female, and she enjoyed the 
sensation of being attractive to men even though she'd been married for 
nearly sixteen years now. Shivers of a sensually oriented delight still 
passed through her stomach whenever men stared at her, their eyes and the 
bulges in their loins showing that they wanted her sexually. And their never 
too well hidden propositions never ceased to excite her inwardly-even though 
she'd never been unfaithful. 

Of course, a little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and she'd found it 
increased her enjoyment when she did, even though she'd never allowed the 
game to get out of hand. She had no intention of sleeping with any man other 
than her husband Dave, but still, it was nice to know that a woman of her 
thirty-eight years could still arouse men on a basic, primitive level. 

Not that Dave seemed to take all that notice. She sighed as she sat alone 
under the umbrella, stretching out her long, tapered legs and flouncing her 
hair as she yawned. Damn-how long had it been since she'd had her husband 
inside her? She stared out at the pool and answered herself: too long. Dave 
was gone on another trip now, a two-week business conference in New York, 
and he wouldn't be home for another three days. She hated to sleep alone, 
but she seemed to be doing just that more and more as Dave rose in rank with 
his company, and now that he was general sales manager, it seemed at times 
that he was always gone from her. It was always business here or business 
there, and it seemed as though he never had time any more to be a husband, 
and she... well, she was little more than a pretty doll for him to use when 
he was around. She wasn't the wife-she was almost like a whore for him to 
have sex with, always available when the mood struck him. If it wasn't for 
all the things she could do at Catalina to keep her mind occupied, and the 
raising of her lovely child Chris, Angie didn't know what she would have 
done, how she would have managed this long... 

"Hi!" a girl's voice said suddenly. 

Angie's train of thought was broken by the cheerful sound, and she glanced 
around, surprised to see her daughter and Phil Bradley, a young man whose 
divorced father had recently moved into the apartment house. They were both 
dripping wet, the water streaming from their young, slim bodies and making 
dark, sodden puddles on the hot dry stones, showing that they'd just come 
from the pool. 

"Oh, hello," Angie replied with a smile. "I was looking for you in the 
water." 

"We just got out," Phil answered. "We have to go in and change now, if we're 
going to meet Vince on time." 

"Meet... Vince?" 

"Why yes, mother," the girl said. "Phil asked me out for tonight. Remember? 
I told you at breakfast, and you said it was all right." 

"Oh... Oh, yes, so I did. I must have forgotten." She smiled again, 
tentatively, feeling suddenly very alone and abandoned. "I... I'd hoped you 
would have stayed home tonight. You've been out the last three night, and 
with Father gone... " 

"Mom, you said I could!" Chris protested. "And I'll be home early, I 
promise. Anyway, Daddy's never here any more," she added plaintively. 

"Chris, that's not a very nice thing to say. You know that he's working very 
hard for us, and it can't be helped. Dave has been building up his career so 
we can live in comfort and security-" she waved a hand vaguely in the 
direction of the apartment house-"and to give you the finest education and 
chances." 

"I know, Mom," Chris replied sadly. "I feel bad about leaving you alone, and 
it's really not fair, but it's not my fault. I mean, I've got to live my 
life, too. And it's a double-date tonight, and all set up, and... Please, 
Mom. Please don't change your mind and make me stay at home." 

The lovely mother saw the excitement in her child's eyes, and wanted to make 
her happy. "I'm being awfully selfish, aren't I?" she said, braving a broad 
smile. "Have a good time; you two, and be careful!" 

"Aw, Mom," Chris complained, "I'm not a child anymore!" 

Angie wondered in the back of her mind just how much of a child Chris was. 
She gazed at her beautiful, innocent girl with love and tenderness, at the 
way Chris stood tall and proud with her golden corn-silk hair fanning down 
around her shoulders like a radiant halo; at her sweet, finely chiseled 
young face with its wide full lips and pert nose which was such a young copy 
of her mother's; at the way her conical tender breasts beat with the rhythm 
of her heart, solid and not as large as her own, but nicely developed for a 
girl of her age; at her flat belly and the cute navel and the gentle sloping 
of her thighs where a triangle of her thin, narrow bikini covered the softly 
curling pubic hair and the pink, fleshy slit of her vagina; then down, in 
shapely slim legs to her feet and small, thin toes-then back up to where her 
daughter's blue eyes held her locked in solemn seriousness. As Angie smiled, 
she couldn't help fearing that perhaps her daughter was right-that she 
wasn't a child any longer, but had emerged into mature, healthful, 
expressive womanhood a little too early. Isn't there, she thought in that 
instant, a time where a child is supposed to be a child? To be innocent and 
foolish, uneducated and free of the responsibilities of being an adult? Has 
Chris grown up too fast? 

Then she couldn't help but laugh. The world was simply spinning faster these 
days, that's all; and if a girl of fifteen could be what her mother wasn't 
at that age, then all the more power to her. Just think of the woman she 
will be when she reached her own age! Stop worrying, she admonished herself; 
Chris has still the physical innocence, if not the mental... 

Phil Bradley stood nervously, tugging his wet suit and moving his shoulders 
around, obviously uncomfortable at being a part of this family affair. He 
was eighteen, a good six feet tall, and his long, collar-length hair was 
black and neatly trimmed. He was slim waisted, though his chest and thighs 
were well muscled, and his face was pleasant and average if a little round. 
It was his smile which won him his popularity, and which had captivated 
Chris from the first moment she'd seen him, even winning her mother to 
approve of him as a date. His smile was smooth and cat-like, as if he knew 
what he wanted and knew he was going to get it without too much trouble, and 
it seemed to light up his eyes, adding a certain luster of interest and 
intent. When he smiled at Chris, she got the queer feeling that he wanted 
her and was determined to get her. 

She was right. How right she was she didn't know at that moment, but the 
delicious kind of fear which he radiated to her was not her imagination. 
Phil secretly wanted to delve into her hot, virgin pussy, with increasing 
impatience. He'd had all of the easy girls who'd tom their things off 
without bothering to ask him if he wanted to fuck them, but Chris Marlowe 
was a challenge to him, with just the perfect amount of spice and fight he 
needed. That he'd eventually win and she'd allow him to fuck her was not a 
question to him-it was a matter of when and how. His long, youthful penis 
gave an expectant jump in his tight, wet swim trunks as he stared at the 
girl's lithe, curvaceously rounded young body so tantalizingly covered in 
her brief hugging bikini, and if he'd been able to, he'd have fucked her 
right then and there. But patience was what he needed, he told himself; 
patience and cunning... 

"Where's Dad?" he asked Mrs. Marlowe. "I thought he'd still be here with 
you. Has he gone in already?" 

Lou Bradley had kept Angie company for most of the afternoon while their 
children swam, and had proved even more charming and pleasant than his son. 
"Oh no," Angie replied to the question. "Lou-that is, Mr. Bradley-went to 
mix some drinks, that's all. He should be back at any moment. You want to 
wait for him, Phil?" 

"No," the young boy said, shaking his head. "He knows I'm going out with 
Chris tonight. We've got to move if we're not going to be late. Come on, 
Chris." 

"Bye, Mom," the happy little girl called out as she left. 

"Bye!" Angie waved in return. 

"Have a good time with Dad while we're gone," Phil added jokingly. 

His comment stirred a titillating shock in the young wife. "Oh my goodness," 
she laughed. "It's you who should have a good time, not an old married woman 
like me! My, what a thought!" 

But the last of her words were already lost to the pair of teenagers as they 
raced across the grounds to their different apartments. Angie settled back 
in her chair, feeling lost and more alone than even before, and she stared 
morosely at the brilliantly setting sun as it glowed from the rim of the 
apartment house roof on its way down. 

It was a magnificently beautiful sunset, full of oranges and reds, with the 
pale bronze disk of the sun itself in the middle, but the brightness or the 
beauty didn't cheer her at all. Chris had deserted her, and though logically 
she knew that her daughter hadn't done so intentionally and it was a better 
thing for her to do didn't help dispel the gloom. Dave was far off in New 
York, and she wondered if her husband was missing her, alone in his loveless 
hotel room, as much as she was missing him. Oddly and perversely, she looked 
forward to having Lou Bradley keep her company, at least for a little while 
this evening. 

Her wish was soon granted. Shortly after Chris and the young Bradley boy had 
left her, she heard the sound of bare feet on the flagstone path, and Lou 
came around the corner. He wore a pair of tight yellow swim trunks, and his 
bronzed, hard muscled body glistened from many applications of sun oil. His 
salt-and-pepper hair was still damp from swimming earlier, and he carried a 
wooden tray with two tall, frosted glasses and a matching pitcher filled 
with ice and a refreshing looking liquid. Looking at him as he approached, 
Angie couldn't help an involuntary shudder of fascination move briefly along 
her spine. Lord! He was a handsome man! She had thought so when she'd first 
met him that afternoon, having been introduced by his son and Chris, as he 
had a certain allure which seemed to bore to her very basic nature, seemed 
to captivate her and make her somehow want to blush girlishly and avert her 
eyes. She watched him, having to admire his easy, graceful motions, the 
strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard bas relief 
outline of his penis and testicles straining at the thin material of his 
swim trunks... 

Angie did avert her eyes then. My Cod... I can't go around thinking thoughts 
like that. What would he say if he knew I was staring down between his legs? 
Stop it... 

"Whew!" he said, setting the tray down on the table. "It's as hot as ever. I 
thought it might cool down some, now that the day's about over, but I see 
that's not to be. Ahh, but this will make things better!" He grinned, and 
then filled up a glass from the pitcher and handed it to her. 

"Thank you, Mr. Bradley," the young mother said, smiling. 

"Lou," he replied. "None of this 'Mr. Bradley' stuff. Lou and Angie, all 
right?" 

"All right," she agreed, having to laugh. "Lou." 

"I'm sorry I took so long, but we've been drinking beer all day and I 
figured it was time for something else, now that the kids are gone." 

"Oh?" She looked quizzically at her drink. "What is it?" 

"Rum cocktail. A little Bacardi, a little mix, and my special talent at 
bartending. Presto! Best drink there is. Go on," he urged cheerfully. 'Try 
it. I think you'll like it." 

Angie tasted hers responsively. The drink was refreshingly tart, without 
much alcohol taste to it, and was as delicious as he'd said. She didn't care 
for liquor much, sticking to the few beers they'd shared since noon, and she 
was glad she didn't have to pretend to like the drink. She was able to 
compliment him on it genuinely, and did so. 

"I'm pleased you like it. Drink heartily, there's a whole jug to finish." 

"Well, I don't think I can handle all of that," she responded. "After all, I 
haven't had anything to eat since lunch, and I don't want to get all giggly 
and embarrass myself." 

"Well, relax and drink what you will." He grinned at her. "And don't worry 
if you get a little tipsy. I'm here, and after all, this is home, isn't it?" 

"Yes, that it is," she agreed, taking a long, satisfying swallow. "It's 
home." 

"Saw Phil just now," he continued, sitting down beside her and stretching 
out his long, tanned legs. "He was getting ready to take Chris out. You 
know," he said, leaning forward to refill the glasses, "you have a perfectly 
lovely daughter, Angie. Chris is polite, smart, and very, very beautiful. 
You should be very proud of her." 

"I am... Lou," she said, still uneasy with the usage of his first name. 
"Dave and I are both proud of her." 

"She's just like her mother," he added, smiling and letting his eyes travel 
the length and breadth of her smooth, curvaceous body. "I bet you were just 
like her at her age, weren't you?" 

"Well... " she said, dimpling into a crimson blush and unsure how to answer 
such a compliment. His presence was beginning to bother her in some 
inexplicable, uneasy fashion which she couldn't put her finger on. She knew 
perfectly well that sitting here with him was perfectly all right in this 
day and age, and she knew that nothing would happen to her-nothing could 
happen: she was on her guard and would continue to be, and Mr. Bradley was 
the very soul of gentlemanly discretion. Yet still there was a pervading air 
of something wrong, something deliriously wrong as if she was skirting 
danger and was relishing her brush with fate. She tried to think back to 
what was the cause, but as she recalled from the time he'd been introduced 
to her, she couldn't find anything damaging or out of line with the 
conversations, much less any untoward actions. 

She glanced back up at him, and had a hard time meeting his frankly brazen 
gaze. Was that the reason for her apprehensions? The way he looked at her? 
It was all so hazy, leaving only the ambivalent feeling that he was only 
being friendly and neighborly, but that he was mentally undressing her at 
the same time, leaving her all but naked as she sat there next to him. 

"We're... both sort of alone tonight, if you know what I mean, Angie," he 
said, once more filling up the glasses. "I'm certainly glad that we got 
together so that we didn't have to be by ourselves on such a fine evening, 
don't you agree?" 

Angie found herself sipping the rum cocktail to a greater degree than she'd 
thought wise... or possible, knowing her general reluctance to drink liquor. 
Perhaps it was from her unsettled feelings about her daughter's boyfriend's 
father that was making her drink more, for the rum was quickly loosening her 
body, making her relax some of the odd physical tension she was feeling. 
Some of her mental caution had begun to dissipate as well, and surprisingly, 
she found that she was starting to enjoy his company. 

"Yes," she said with a smile. "Yes, Lou, I'm glad, too. This is better." It 
was better, she had to admit honestly to herself, far better than sitting 
alone and brooding, and after finishing another glass of the refreshing rum 
drink, she shrugged off her apprehensions. Lou was an artful 
conversationalist on a dozen different subjects, and even his only slightly 
naughty risque jokes hadn't been offensive to her, but set her laughing 
delightedly. And as she set her glass down for still another refill, she 
decided to stop being such an old wet blanket, and that the sensations in 
the depths of her stomach and belly were only the result of one too many 
glasses of the delicious rum cocktail. What the hell, she was having a far 
better time in the company of this Mr. Bradley than if she was alone. 

And all the while, the handsome, masculine neighbor beside her was inwardly 
smiling with satisfaction. He knew that tonight his son would be trying his 
damnedest to get into that sweet little Chris' thin white panties and fuck 
her senseless, and he also knew that he himself would be just as busy trying 
to stir his prick up around inside her lovely young mother's warm, wet cunt. 
Yet for all of his aching desire to slip his long, hard cock into her 
happily married little pussy, he was well aware that to suddenly hit her 
with an open proposition would sour an otherwise wonderful setup. He had 
learned the secret of timing, had been the one to teach Phil the knowledge 
of how to slowly and inexorably channel a casual acquaintance into an 
intimate, lust-raging relationship, and turn an at first, unwilling female, 
married or not, into becoming a seething, hungrily demanding fuck. He was 
experienced in the sensing of the most subtle of moods, knowing when to 
retreat or advance, and just now he was stifling a smirk as he watched the 
drinks taking effect and sensed this lovely woman's sudden release from the 
normally protective thoughts, of her marital fidelity. 

He was having a difficult time controlling his penis from leaping into full, 
blood-hard erection just at the sight of the lightly-clad Angie Marlowe, for 
she was a delicate as heather mist to him as she half-lidded her eyes and 
sensually cast them downwards. He longed to rip. off his bathing trunks and 
fuck his rigid, throbbing penis into the narrow, teasing slit of her warm 
moist pussy right then, but he knew this was not the moment. Before the 
physical conquest of her well protected cunt would have to come more hours 
of mental submission and a lessening of the barriers one stranger 
automatically erects towards another. But the relaxing had begun, and it was 
time now to move on to the next small step that would eventually make her 
his... 

"I could use another refill, Angie," Bradley said, glancing casually at her 
as though it were the most friendly gesture in the world and then picking up 
the nearly empty pitcher. "We went through it fast enough after all." 

"Y-yes, we certainly did. But... I better not have any more." Her brain was 
woozy from the heavy unaccustomed, amount of alcohol which she'd consumed 
over the past hour and a half, and on an empty stomach, the rum had gone 
straight to her head. She realized belatedly that she was nearly drunk, that 
now she wasn't even able to recall the number of glasses she'd consumed. Her 
empty glass was on the metal table, empty from five, six, perhaps seven 
cocktails, and worse than being unable to recall how much she had drunk, she 
was finding that she didn't care! That was a sure sign it was time to stop, 
but Bradley was already pouring the last of the rum into her glass after 
she'd specifically told him not to give her any more! 

"Please, Mr.-Lou, I don't want more. I'm... that is, I think I've had enough 
before I get something to eat." 

Bradley chuckled, appraising the lusciously figured woman, and he was 
renewed with a burgeoning desire for the blonde-haired beauty with her 
provocative appeal. He was almost unable to sit back in his chair as his 
cock stiffened into a throbbing, painful erection again and bulged his 
trunks. 

"Well, then, let's go out to dinner," he suggested smoothly. 

"Oh, no," she replied defensively. "I... couldn't do that!" 

"Well, I wasn't thinking of someplace very fancy," he said. "There's the 
Steak Pit across the street in the shopping center, which is sort of a nice 
cocktail lounge, and it serves good food. I was going there anyway, as I 
hate to cook. And... since we're enjoying each other's company so well this 
far, what could be wrong about it in a different setting?" 

"I... don't know," she said, weakening with his strong, pervasive 
personality. "With Dave gone, it might not look right." 

"Oh pooh," he said, waving his hand as if disregarding her objection. "He's 
probably in a cocktail lounge himself, ogling the girls. You ought to have 
the same privileges, Angie, and after all, it's with a friend and neighbor, 
not just with some stranger... " He grinned at her and added, "You said you 
were hungry, didn't you? Well how about a nice, juicy steak and then right 
home, even before Chris returns? What could be more innocent?" 

"That does sound tempting," she said, now half convinced that she should go 
with Bradley and that it would be entirely innocent, and nothing would be 
wrong. She tried to clear her head of the rum so she could make up her mind 
intelligently, but her mind seemed to swim, making her dizzy as she thought 
about what Dave would say if he knew what she was considering. That made her 
think of her husband, and the insidiously implanted suggestion of Bradley's 
made her imagine Dave in a low-lit cocktail lounge, looking at the women 
parading by and getting lewd ideas. 

"Come on, Angie, keep a lonely old man company for another couple of hours," 
he urged her, standing up. 

She smiled up at Bradley. He was really quite a man, she thought through the 
alcohol. Pure, raw, male animal, and she was... well, sort of attracted to 
him. Not that she was going to do anything about that, of course. She was 
married and faithful-but that shouldn't stop her from enjoying his company, 
any more than Dave would be stopped if he was talking to some strange girl 
right now... 

Damn it, she would go, she resolved, and to hell with the consequences, of 
which she was sure there would be none. She and Lou were both adult and 
mature, and as friends they couldn't be construed as having an affair just 
because they ate a steak together. 

"Love to," she replied. She rose unsteadily, and Bradley took her arm. They 
walked across to the building, she accepted his assistance gratefully; with 
all the rum she'd consumed and the soporific effect of the sun, she found 
her legs to be almost made of rubber, and she doubted that she'd have been 
able to make it across the lawn much less to her apartment without his help. 

"I'll be down in about half an hour," he said as he opened the door of her 
apartment; then added, with mock gallantry, "That should give you a chance 
to change into something ravishing, my dear." 

She giggled, and walked in. "All right, half an hour it is, Lou," she said 
lightly, and allowed Bradley to close the door behind her. She didn't notice 
that as he stood beside her, his hand was working the small lever that was 
flush-mounted along the side of the door, just below the latch plate. Up, it 
was in automatic lock position; down as he was moving it now, it allowed the 
door to be opened without a key... 

Angie could sense herself stagger slightly as she crossed the living room, 
stubbing her bare toes on the soft, grey carpet. The room was furnished with 
modern Scandinavian furniture and dark, oiled-walnut cabinets and a 
stereo-TV combination. Directly across from her was a sliding glass door 
leading to the balcony; it was still open, and she took a moment to close 
the door, peering out as she did so at the still crowded pool and the 
lithesome young bodies splashing and playing in the warm, comfortable 
twilight hours. Then she turned and walked erratically into the master 
bedroom, still very nervous about accepting even such a small and 
insignificant "date" as she had with Lou Bradley. It was all in fun, sort of 
a teasing flirtation without her husband around to react, but it 
nevertheless gave her a sensation of forbidden excitement at the thought of 
being with a "strange man" by herself, and the titillation of being faintly 
wicked appealed to her. She wouldn't let it go any further. If, for example, 
he asked her to go dancing or something like that afterwards, she would 
refuse, but if Dave didn't think enough of her to stay around as a husband 
more than he did, then perhaps she did deserve an innocent diversion like 
this. 

She slipped out of her bikini quickly, letting the small, thin wisps of 
cloth float to the carpeted bedroom floor, and as she stood nude before the 
closet, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of 
the door. She paused to study the image she made, finding pleasure in her 
well molded, satin-skinned flesh. No superfluous bulges, only creamy smooth 
skin tinted a golden tan from the sun, with "tiger stripes" of white 
iridescence where her suit covered her taut, high breasts, gently sloping 
vaginal mound and round buttocks. She had always been proud with the long 
length of her legs, and was modestly aware of their shapeliness, her narrow 
waist and the lengthy strength of her hips. 

She sat down on the bed, dizzy from standing too long with all of the rum in 
her blood, and the soft, silky hair at the "V" of her loins drew her 
attention. God, she was suddenly perspiring with heat. It must have been the 
liquor... spirits of any kind had always affected her that way, which was 
the main reason she had taught herself to avoid over-indulgence. What had 
happened to her intentions to stay sober this evening? Well, she would see 
to it that she kept her head this night, and not have any more to drink 
while having supper... 

If only Dave was here now, then she wouldn't care so much. She'd not even 
bother about dinner, but would have him make love to her, and she groaned 
from the lurid idea as she looked at her softly curling pubic hair and the 
dainty pink flesh peeking out from beneath it which was the softly sensual 
Outline of her vagina. She quivered at the thought of her loving husband 
wanting and needing her as much as she needed him, and she ached to see him 
home again "Hurry up, Dave," she moaned aloud. "Hurry up and come back to 
me... " 

It was always this way when he was gone, not so bad at first, but getting 
progressively more frustrating until by the time he was expected, she was 
half crazy with her pent-up emotions. J could have him make love to me from 
now until next Christmas without stopping, she groaned inwardly. Well, the 
opportunity would be coming in a little while, she hoped. The very image of 
Dave taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard, lusting penis 
long and deep into her belly was exciting to her. She cupped her breasts as 
she sat on the bed, examining the tiny rounded tips, and was slightly 
startled at the way they were suddenly beginning to harden. She looked down 
at them and experimentally tweaked the nipples between her thumb and 
forefingers until they were fully enlarged. The caressing of her sensitive 
breasts was overwhelming to her, just as it always had been, for while some 
women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, Angie had always had 
nerve endings more exposed than most. Sometimes even wearing a brassiere 
sent waves of delightful feelings soaring through her. 

Now, as she stared down at the white, full globes jutting from her, she was 
doubly excited by the realization that soon her husband would be placing his 
hands on them, caressing them, kissing them hotly... With a low mewl of 
passion, she let one hand slowly move from her breasts and down the smooth, 
flat plane of her stomach, down to the soft, blonde fleece of her pubic 
triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, only to slip once more to 
the gently pulsing lips of her cunt. Closing her eyes against the guilt in 
her mind, she let her fingers open the moistly swelling lips and part the 
thinly curling pubic hair, sliding in and finding the erect bud of her 
clitoris waiting and eager. 

No... No... she told herself, this is childish! Lewd! It's the rum making me 
do this! But she continued to sit on the bed, her guilt assuaged by the 
belief she was alone with her sinful reveries, her stomach churning with a 
series of shattering sensations as the exciting images of Dave making love 
to her filtering vividly through her alcohol-drugged mind. Dave was on top 
of her now, his naked body pressing close to hers, his breath hot in her 
face as his desire-hardened cock slipped inside the warm, heatedly, 
straining hole of her wetly open vaginal mouth... it was good... but too 
little... God, why wasn't he here... 

She circled her quivering clitoris with a well manicured fingernail, 
spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, groaning softly between 
tightly clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet 
vagina. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the 
tender pink skin of her cuntal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain 
as her hips jerked upwards and she lay back on the bed. Then, prone and legs 
splayed wide, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed 
herself tightly to the mattress as she fingerfucked herself, writhing and 
twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of 
her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with 
the fever of her suddenly released sexual urgings. 

"Oh God, Angie... take my cock up in your cunt... take all of me... " Dave's 
words reverberated obscenely around in her sensually swirling mind. She 
almost, but not quite, could feel again his body fall upon hers, crushing 
her breasts and pressing the breath from within her as his cock soared 
pole-like up into her dilating womb. And she strained harder toward him, her 
inner thighs and buttock muscles clearly visible as she slipped more of his 
blood-swollen penis inside her cunt... deep... deep... but not deep enough, 
insider her aching stomach... Oh God, she needed more of it... more... 
more... ! 

But Angie was not as alone as she thought, for standing in the doorway of 
the bedroom was Lou Bradley. He'd entered unheard, his bare feet padding 
soundlessly on the carpet. Now he was greedily staring in at her, his giant 
penis throbbing in his swim trunks as he gazed with lewdly gleaming eyes at 
the lovely woman playing her hand across her naked breasts, while her lower 
body seemed to jerk and lunge as if devil-possessed from her other hand 
fingering desperately among the blonde, wide-split hairs of her open pussy. 
He excitedly heard her grunt and sigh, saw her tongue running wildly along 
her open lips. 

Christ! He'd hoped to "accidentally" walk into some compromising situation, 
when in her drunken and flustered embarrassment, she'd be easy to seduce-but 
this! He'd never dreamed he'd luck into such eroticism as this! 

"Oh, God... Oh... God!" she moaned, fucking her fingers faster and faster in 
her seething pink vagina, her mind a torrent of Dave's body, Dave's penis 
pumping hotly in and out of her. Nothing existed except the thought of his 
love-giving cock, and with him, she drove her surging body closer and closer 
to climax. Bradley heard her cry out as she bucked her hips upwards, forcing 
her fingers even further into the heated liquid flesh of her cunt, and he 
gripped the doorway for support, his breath harsh, his mind enraptured by 
the voluptuous, nakedly undulating body spread so revealingly before him, 
and his own breath rose and fell as her smoothly rounded buttocks quivered 
hotly up off of the bed and fell limply back again. The rigidity of his cock 
was so hard that he could imagine it was pressing against the velvety 
texture of the fleecy, flesh-pink slit between her legs rather than against 
the unyielding fabric of his swimming trunks. Wild stabs of pleasure flowed 
through him at the sight of her open cunt, grinding lasciviously away at her 
flailing fingers, her eyes growing glassy as warmly glistening fluid seeped 
from between her smooth, fleshy buttocks jerking inanely up and down from 
the wild, but somehow lacking, ecstasy swirling within her. He felt his own 
buttocks tighten and he groaned inadvertently, imagining the tingling inside 
his gut as being the rubbery tip of his prick pressing into her, its blunt 
head replacing her fingers which he could so thoroughly watch as they slid 
in and out of her tight, elastically clenched vagina. His cock would fit so 
nicely in there, would work its way so perfectly against the wet, 
hair-fringed little ring of her cuntal flesh... His cock was entering now, 
he thought through a heated haze of desire, slowly slithering up into the 
warm, throbbing moisture... Then he sucked in his breath as he saw a 
rippling shiver break in jerking waves across the lust filled surface of her 
excitedly flushed skin. 

"Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhh, Dave!" Angie wailed, in half frustration, arching her 
back, as she lewdly envisioned her husband, as insufficient as it was, 
bringing her to her climax. 

Lou Bradley's penis suddenly exploded out its impatient cum as his 
imagination let him enjoy the fiery sensations of orgasm waft over him, 
burst from the head of his pumping cock to fill his bathing trunks with the 
sperm that he, in his mind, was shooting far up into the softly yielding 
belly of the frenzied, blonde-pussied woman he was spying upon. The wild 
ache in his loins was only satiated momentarily, and almost as soon as his 
cock spurted out the last of his creamy, sticky fluid, it was tingling with 
new anticipation. 

As her only half satisfying climax began to ebb, Angie's firm, still 
quivering buttocks sank back down to the bed and her hand stilled its mad 
fingering of her wetly bursting cunt. Her chest heaved with the charge of 
her release, and her eyes were tightly squeezed shut as sanity slowly 
returned to her mind, the image of her absent husband, Dave, making love to 
her slowly fading. 

In its place came humiliation and shame for her actions, particularly 
knowing it had not been nearly as good as it would have been if it had been 
real. Her masturbation would have been the cause of an indignant, wrathful 
scene had she caught her daughter fingering her own body that way. What was 
the matter with her? Was she so starved for affection and Dave's love that 
she now had to resort to arousing and playing with her own breasts and 
vagina for satisfaction? No... no, it was simply the heat of the moment, a 
reaction to the emotion-releasing qualities of the rum cocktails, that was 
all, and it was useless to chastise herself. Anyway, she couldn't go back 
and undo what she had already done, could she? No, she'd just have to watch 
herself more closely in the future, and after another moment she felt 
better, calmer... 

"At least," she said out loud to herself, "at least nobody else would ever 
suspect it of me!" 

"Ah," came the deep, familiar voice from the floor. "Ah, but I would suspect 
it of you, my dear!" 

CHAPTER TWO 

Horrified, the nakedly sprawled Angie Marlowe opened her eyes to their 
widest extent as she suddenly realized that Lou Bradley was standing only a 
few feet from her. She struggled to raise herself from the bed. 

"Oh no!" she managed to gasp in terror. She was frozen with mortification at 
the man who had caught her like this, naked and with her thighs and pubic 
hair sill matted with the lewdly wet secretions of her self-induced orgasm. 
She opened her mouth to scream, but was too paralyzed with fright. She was 
only able to jerk her arm up and over her face, and collapse in a sobbing 
helpless heap back down on the covers, her face reddening from the shame of 
his eyes locked lewdly on her naked humiliated flesh. 

Bradley trailed the length of her body with his gaze, coming to rest on her 
soft inner thighs where the glistening wet trails of her orgiastic explosion 
covered her, and the lewd reminder of her arousal only excited him more. His 
face contorted with a cruel and unbending ruthlessness that was foreign to 
his usually smiling expression in public. Then he walked over and dropped to 
the bed alongside her, gathering her into his arms, her naked flesh pressed 
tightly against him. A frightened hollowness came alive in the pit of her 
stomach, and she struggled to free herself. 

"No! No, please, Lou! You're... you're only making things worse! Go... go 
away! Oh God, please leave me alone!" she screamed hysterically, but her 
daughter's boyfriend's father's grip was like iron, and she found herself 
imprisoned without hope of breaking away. 

"That was quite a show," he said in a whisper, his warm breath hot in her 
ear. "I've never seen a woman fingerfuck herself and make herself cum 
before. Damn, it was exciting, let me tell you!" 

"Stop... stop talking such filth!" she hissed shrilly, trying to squirm from 
his clutching fingers on her naked breasts, feeling a numbing fear rising in 
her body. She felt him grinding the stiff fleshy erection which was bulging 
the front of his semen stained trunks into the nakedness of her buttocks, 
while his hands hungrily massaged at her defensively exposed breasts and 
belly. Again, she tried to struggle with him, her whole being filled with 
revulsion at the crude manner he was suddenly treating her in, but his hands 
only ground harder into her breasts and his prick screwed tighter against 
her defensively clenching buttocks. 

"You really excited me, the way you were making yourself cum," he whispered, 
and she heard him snicker. "Made me hotter than the hinges of hell, let me 
tell you." I want to fuck you, Angie. I want to right now before I explode!" 

She felt her face flush instantly at the sound of the obscenities he was 
spewing in her ears. "No, Lou! Please, don't force me to do anything with 
you. Oh God, I've always been faithful to my husband! You've got to let me 
go!" 

"What's the matter, Angie, baby!" he teased, and she could see his twisted, 
handsome smile looking back at her. "Your pride all shook because I found 
you fingerfucking that tight little pussy of yours? No reason to be so upset 
like this," he said softly., "I'm not going to hurt you. A good fuck never 
hurt any girl, especially a married one who's had a lot of cock before and 
then her husband starts travelling. 

She stiffened at his references, sensing the small butterfly-like sensations 
left over from her half orgasm flitting again through her stomach. She 
blinked her eyes, trying to harden her faltering defiance, trying not to 
succumb to the still smoldering embers of the fire she had lighted up 
between her own thighs moments before. It was then that she realized that 
the effects of the heavy rum cocktails were still with her, and near panic 
seized her, dreadful apprehension overcoming her. Whimpering with fright, 
she cowered in his arms. "No... Please stop talking like that. I told you, 
I'm faithful to my husband! No one has ever made love to me except Dave! You 
can't force me! You can't!" 

"Sure I can, Angie," he said, moving closer to her. "But I don't think I'll 
have to, not with a hot-blooded woman like you. And you know something? I 
believe you'll be grateful to me for showing you some of the tricks. Why, 
there's nothing worse than a wife who can't find new ways of pleasing her 
man... if he's ever home, that is... 

Wild thoughts of somehow breaking from him seized her, but where could she 
run, naked like this? Oh God, there was no place she could go! And then he 
was drawing her to him, disregarding her hands against his chest, his 
powerful arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of 
hers, finding it and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight, grinding 
manner. She groaned and struggled feebly for a sudden panicky moment, 
feeling his hand pressed hard in the softness of her breast. 

Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, surprised at the softness of his 
lips against her own, and once more the little butterfly-like sensations 
fluttered through her stomach. 

"There," he partially whispered to her. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just 
let yourself go, and remember how you wiggled and groaned, pulling your legs 
way back up to your tits so you could get your fingers deeper into your 
cunt. Fingers aren't as good as a long, hard cock, are they? That's what you 
were dreaming they really were, weren't you? A long hard cock way up inside 
your belly... " 

Angie moaned in desperation at the truth of his words. She couldn't fight 
him; he was too strong for her and now her own body was beginning to betray 
her. The effects of the rum drink and her own weak-willed fingering of her 
vagina had caused it to turn into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, and her 
mind was rapidly losing control over it. To plead any longer she knew to be 
useless, and now she made no effort as he cupped her naked breasts; his 
touch sending tiny licking flames of helplessly rising passion over her 
flesh. Small pin-pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of the 
whitely quivering mounds as he rolled the hardening nipples maddeningly 
between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing 
against her ear, then he was moving his head to bring his desire-inducing 
lips down to lock wetly upon hers again. Subconsciously, as though she knew 
it was totally hopeless, she thrust her tongue forward sharply at him and he 
sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God... his kisses were like 
hot, burning fire to her! 

He eased his head away and whispered. "It's time I took off my trunks and 
got as naked as you." 

Abruptly the realization that he was actually going to do it to her struck 
her, and again she thought of breaking away and running... running... 
running... but she doubted that her legs would even carry her to the door 
now! "Ohhhh, please, Lou, let me go! Leave me alone! I... I just can't go 
through with this!" 

"Too late now, baby," he said with a cold, cruel grin playing across his 
lips. "Besides, what are you worried about? Davey-boy's in New York and 
won't be back for days, and Chris is out for the night." He laughed softly, 
arrogantly, as he worked with his tight, wet swim suit down over his thighs 
and buttocks. "Hell, I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw you 
outside with that tight-assed little bikini of yours on. Man, what a picture 
you make in it!" 

"Y-You mean you thought about this before?" The brutal truth that she had 
been coveted by this evil man for some time, and this wasn't simply 
happening in the frenzy of the moment, hit her with the impact of a high 
speed bullet. v "Hell, yes," he gloated proudly. "You don't think that your 
husband is the only one who thinks you're sexy? No baby, that bikini of 
yours led me on until I almost couldn't stand up for my hard-on. And now I 
intend to get into that soft, tender little pussy of yours which has been 
teasing me for so long." 

She stared up at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the things he was 
saying. How could the polite gentleman she had been so sure about only an 
hour ago have turned into such an obscene, crude beast? He wasn't human any 
longer! She pressed herself tightly to the bed as he moved his suit down 
over his legs, and wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror of his 
nakedness, but was too frightened that he would move toward her without her 
knowing it. It took but a second until he was in front of her completely 
naked, his thick, hard penis standing out from beneath the curls of his dark 
pubic hair like the menacing shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. He turned toward 
her and with a lewd grin on his mouth, and began stroking the heavy 
uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head. 

"Like that, Angie, baby?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment 
he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist underneath his veneer of manners, 
and she watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint growing in his 
eyes like hot burning embers glowing in a fire. "Bet your husband never had 
anything like this to stuff up between your legs," he continued, watching 
the contorted expressions of paralyzing emotion cross over her face like 
some great tidal wave of fear. 

Angie tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against 
the bed as she watched the lewd smiling man still stroking his penis before 
her, and against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard, fleshy 
instrument he was holding in his hand. 

My God, it was thick! 

In spite of her revulsion and fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman 
could take such a thing inside of her belly without it stretching her beyond 
belief. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a moment longer reveling 
in the fear the size of his cock was bringing to her eyes. Then he started 
slowly to sink down again beside her. 

"D-Don't touch me! Please don't touch me!" Angie finally managed to whimper 
through the immobilizing fear. She knew there was no hope of escape now, and 
he was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him 
not to do it. There was nothing she could do against his strength, and she 
was alone, at his mercy to do with as he wished. She lay before him naked 
like the goddess Venus while she heard him breathing heavily on his knees in 
front of her. She writhed helplessly on the mattress, feeling as if she 
might faint as she felt his lips pressing tightly into the nude flesh of her 
belly, and the sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the full length of her 
spine. Mistaking this for total surrender, Lou Bradley dropped his lips to 
her wide-splayed "V" of her pubic mound, spreading the soft blonde curls of 
her cunt hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the 
moist, flowering slit of her vagina. 

Angie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her 
clitoris, and she struggled to close her legs, but it was a hopeless 
one-sided battle. She could see him hunched over on all fours between her 
widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts 
like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its fear-stricken hapless victim and 
devour it in savage feast. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was 
presented to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen 
to the covers, her humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue slowly 
circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take 
place. 

Then he placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs 
resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. With a slow, torturing 
outward movement of the thumbs, he drew the pink, helplessly quivering lips 
slowly apart, exposing the moistly pulsating slit to the mercy of his gaze. 
He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, he 
dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue deep 
into the warm throbbing walls of her naked pussy. 

She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her 
buttocks ground desperately down into the mattress trying to escape the 
maddening assault on her secret genitals. 

"Oh God! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" She whimpered before his depraved attack. Her head 
was up off the bed, watching down between her breasts in horrified disbelief 
that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked up and 
down in greedy feast between her wide held thighs below. 

"It can't be... Oh God, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself 
in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back on the mattress and 
flailing helplessly from side to side as his tongue slithered lizard-like in 
and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her 
terror, and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenseless 
genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her 
belly and her arms lay tensed at her side while her firm round breasts 
jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands 
reached up over the bronzed tan of her smooth, quivering belly and dug 
harshly into the fleshy softness of her breasts, his fingers again rolling 
the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and 
tongue worked in slobbering subjugation at the wide-spread tightness of her 
cunt, his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the 
helpless contortions of her lovely face up through the quivering white 
mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of 
complete surrender he knew were sure to come. 

The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, rubbery opening of 
her vagina brought a long low moan of anguish from Angie's tortured lips. 
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth 
from the torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her body. 
There was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame 
welled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband flickered through 
her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises Lou Bradley was 
making with his lips and tongue down between her open thighs. Oh God, how 
could she ever face her husband again after allowing her body to be 
subjected to this cruel, inhuman man hunched on all fours between her 
helplessly spread legs? He was defiling her as she never thought possible, 
humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination and there was nothing she 
could do except lie beneath him and accept any degradation he would desire. 
Oh God, why had she drunk so much of that rum? Why had she been so 
overwhelmed with her desires for Dave to have fingered herself, only to now 
be at the mercy of this lust-crazed beast? Angie had never felt so alone and 
helpless in her entire life. 

"Ohhhh, God, don't, please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to 
screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without 
mercy at her pink, wet cunt. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet 
slavering lips and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring. 

"Aggggg," she groaned again as small tiny Goosebumps rippled across her 
quivering belly and full heaving breasts. She sobbed helplessly before his 
attack, and gradually, in spite of her revulsion and humiliation, her body 
began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting 
tongue, sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her 
raw nerves. 

"Oh, no! No! I can't! I can't!" the cruel realization of her loss of control 
suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and 
humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene adultery she was 
committing with another man, but the more frightening and shameful thought 
that she could feel her body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her 
teeth tight together and fought with all her will against the tiny licking 
sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour 
her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle as Lou Bradley mewled 
and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins below. 

And then, after a moment of long, desperate struggle within her tortured and 
drunkenly confused mind-the dam burst! 

Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow 
abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down 
into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. 
Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, Dave, forgotten was the 
humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure 
piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. 

Lou sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin, slithered 
his thick wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of her vagina. He 
could feel the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip 
of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a slow 
hypnotic rhythm up against his face. The goddamned little bitch, this would 
teach her to swish her ass around the apartment house with that fucking 
little bikini on, teasing the shit out of a man. So she was too good to 
cheat on her husband, he laughed to himself, giving an extra hard thrust of 
the tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before this night was over she'd be 
crawling to him, an almost complete stranger, on her knees begging for more. 
And... by God... she'd get it and more. Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long 
now, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed his cock deep into that 
white, true-blue little belly of hers and shot his hot eager sperm all the 
way up in her tight steaming pussy. By God, she wasn't too good to fuck 
other guys now. She was Just another hot little bitch who was screaming to 
be fucked by any prick she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with 
obscene delight, she'd get it all right... and get it good! Angie squirmed 
and bucked under the maddening torture of Lou Bradley's triumphantly 
flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break 
through her chest. Her head was raised from the bed again, eyes glazed, 
helplessly watching his face, and then suddenly, as though possessing a will 
of her own, her hands reached greedily down and locked tightly behind his 
head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her 
traitorously welcoming cunt. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of 
her vagina had gone" on forever, when suddenly Bradley forced his head from 
the tight restrictive grip of her hands and kneeled up between her open 
thighs. 

She closed her eyes tight again to close away the humiliation of lying under 
him stripped naked and defenseless against his cruel gaze. The shame of the 
weakness of her body momentarily brought her to reality. But then he spoke: 
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Angie, baby," he breathed. "Just like you were 
doing to yourself with your fingers, only bigger and better." 

The hapless young mother lay still, with her thighs wide open, her breath 
coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved 
as though he already had the long thick cock extended out from his loins 
sunk deep inside her. 

Lou bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly into the 
nipple of her heaving left breast. She groaned in pain, attempting to twist 
away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing over the softness 
of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His lips roamed wetly over the white 
palpitating mounds, causing a hot, erotic spasm that descended feather-like 
to her crotch below. Her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into 
the mattress. 

"God damn, you're getting hot," he moaned as his lips slobbered over the 
soft sensitive parts of her body, his eyes still hard and cruel in the greed 
of his desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. 
I want to see you twist and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your 
belly. I want to see you beg and scream for it." 

Angie lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. Their very 
lewdness excited her more and more but still she fought within herself 
against this final surrender that would mean her total subjugation to him. 

"Spread your legs wide baby, I'm coming in now," Lou Bradley grinned in 
triumph over her. 

Quivering, half in fear, and half in anticipation, Angie obediently opened 
her thighs wider apart. Lou levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands 
resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, 
taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, 
using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She 
turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder 
as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges 
of her moist pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying 
still in utter subjugation before him, not even daring to breath. 

"Ohhhh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight 
elastic opening of her vagina. 

He pushed. 

"Aggg," she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight 
rubbery opening until Angie felt as though her thighs were splitting apart 
from the relentless outward pressure. "Ohhh, God, no please,' you're hurting 
me! You're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her 
voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin 
above her. Oh God, he was killing her, and he was enjoying it! He was 
enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless 
penetration of her cunt! 

Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw 
lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless, 
innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock 
disappearing into the blondely curling hairs of her pussy. He had to fuck 
her, he had to-and quick! 

He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm tits tightly back against 
her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick 
penis slid into her vagina like a raging freight train, pushing the soft 
moist flesh of her cuntal walls in hotly rippling waves before it. There was 
no stopping it until with a loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the 
upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. 

"Oh, God! Oh God!" she cried out beneath him. She had never been so filled 
in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her cunt into a 
thousand tiny threads as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of 
injuring her. And now, now it lay sunk deep in her belly filling every part 
of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could 
not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh walls of her pussy, 
enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into its 
piteous victim's belly. 

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Angie, too, lay 
immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a 
sound for a long moment and then suddenly she felt a throb deep inside, the 
thickness of Bradley's cock jerking up inside her another half an inch as he 
flexed it teasingly in her wide stretched vagina. 

"Auuuuuuuughh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to deeper 
pain. 

"I told you I was going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours, didn't 
I?" he tormented above her, flexing again. 

"Aggggg!" she groaned deeper this time, the cords of her neck standing out 
from the pressure of her resistance. 

"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her 
face. 

There was no answer. 

"Like it, baby?" he repeated, flexing again. "Ohhhhhh, yes! Yes!" she cried, 
afraid to offend him. The pain was too unbearable. 

"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. 

"W-What?" was all the anguished young mother could utter. 

"Beg me to fuck you," he retorted with greater arrogance. 

"Ohhh, I can't! I can't!" she prayed beneath him. She fought with all of her 
strength to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew, would be the 
ultimate surrender, and there would be no escaping him ever again. It was 
the only thing she had left. He had taken all else, her pride in her 
fidelity to her husband, her self respect, everything was gone. She couldn't 
let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg, too. She just couldn't. 

He throbbed the huge member deeper into her quivering belly again, digging 
his fingers into the softness of her breasts at the same time. "Do it," he 
commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me to fuck you. Now!" 

"Ohhh, God!" she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and the 
helplessness of her position. 

"Ohhh, fuck me!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, tears gushing 
from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Her humiliation and 
degradation were complete, and she would never be the same again, she knew. 
She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were 
right, and now she wished she was dead. She could never face Dave again with 
the innocence she had before. She'd called herself a whore when she was 
fingering herself before-but now she really was one. She was nothing but a 
sluttish whore! 

The bitter words bored into her mind like evil omens of doom. She was lost! 
Lost! He had taken everything that was good and decent from her, and there 
was no hope left, nothing but the huge fleshy penis buried deep inside her 
burning vagina. 

Lou Bradley sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left 
in her soul, and clamping his wetly grinning lips suddenly tight down over 
her mouth, he began a slow fucking motion between her thighs. He could feel 
the tight narrow passage widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as 
she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him. It wouldn't take long to turn 
this smooth, soft-bodied young mother of his son's girlfriend into a raw, 
squealing mass of helpless desire. He could feel it by the way she reacted 
to his earlier touches. Even though she had resisted and was convinced in 
her own mind that she was a sweet, conservative wife, true to her husband in 
all respects, he could detect a latent hot streak in her that had just never 
been turned on before. 

Well, she'd turned herself on, finger-fucking herself while he peeked, and 
now he was going to make sure that she stayed turned on. He could think of 
nothing better than having a hot little piece of ass like her in the 
building that he could sneak over, when her husband was away and fuck 
shitless any time he had the urge. 

Angie's nakedly spread body began to involuntarily react. There was no 
longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her 
veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and even the 
agonizing thought of her total surrender and of the adultery she was 
committing for the first time, sent wicked chills of erotic fire burning 
along the base of her spine as she felt the slow, teasing rhythm of Lou 
Bradley's cock begin sliding wetly in and out of her open vagina. 

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly 
up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden 
complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile 
acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting with 
passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flaring, a light sweat 
breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled softness of her flaxen 
blonde hair. 

Bradley slipped his hands down her nakedly twisting curves and slid them 
under the soft smooth globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them harshly, 
one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the tight bikini 
bottom she had been wearing that day, and the thoughts he had had of cupping 
them naked in his hands like this. The realization that those very same 
buttocks, and even her cunt, were now to do with as he wished drove him to 
greater frenzy. 

They were flexing and unflexing, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his 
hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her 
pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her cunt 
flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The pain 
was gone now for Angie, and her legs on either side of his impaling rod of 
flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes were 
closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling 
sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from deep in her throat. The cords of her 
neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the 
intensity of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything but 
the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her 
against her will and giving back to him what he was giving her. 

With his fingers below, he fondled and played and teased at the now eagerly 
contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of 
abandoned sensation from her mouth and at the same time, he could feel the 
ever widening passage of her vagina flowering wider in greedy desire to 
swallow the whole of his cock plunging far up inside her. 

"Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh" she chanted beneath him, her face contorted in an 
unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. He grunted and groaned and 
quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his cock bored far up 
into the hidden recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered 
against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardening nipples digging into 
him like buttons on a coat. 

"Ohh... Lou, yes! Fuck me... Oh, fuck me!" she moaned beneath him now in 
voluntary plea for more of the same. 

Lost as they were in their delightful hell-fire of spiralling excitement, 
neither of them noticed the open doorway behind them, or of the dark shadow 
which was filling it, highlighted by the burning bedroom lamps. Nor did they 
hear the sharp intake of breath as the young teenaged girl who stood there 
was frozen with horrified shock, her tender features draining of blood, her 
throat choked with disbelief and shock. 

Pretty, teenaged Chris Marlowe found her vision swimming close to insanity, 
her mind unable to fathom the sight she was witnessing. Her mother! Her own 
loving mother and... and Phil's father! Locked nakedly together like lewd 
animals! It couldn't be true! It just couldn't be! 

But it was... 

CHAPTER THREE 

Young Chris Marlowe had raced up to her apartment breathlessly, bubbling 
with excitement at the thought of the evening ahead with Paul Bradley. She 
just knew that she was going to have a wonderful time, no matter what they 
did, and she was thrilled at the idea of meeting some of Phil's friends. 
That must mean he really liked her! 

She showered hastily, using a sponge and soap to briskly lather her young 
tender body free of the sun-tan oil, running her hands over her breasts and 
down between her legs, her mind intent on the boy. She got chills just 
imagining his strong, manly build and cute, devilish sort of smile. He was a 
dream catch, that was for sure, and she didn't want to do anything that 
would make him sorry he was dating her. She had to show him that she wasn't 
too young, that she wasn't the child her mother kept thinking she was. 

Then she toweled herself to a rosy hue and padded naked from the bathroom to 
her own tiny bedroom, where she stood in front of the bureau, trying to 
decide what to wear that night. Her little yellow bikini was where she'd 
dropped it after coming in from the pool, and as she saw it on the floor, 
she picked it up and stuffed it in one of the drawers, wanting to be neat 
and not have her mother scold her for leaving her clothes strewn around. She 
loved sunning out beside the pool, as she had today and so many of the days 
since summer vacation had started; liked the feeling of lying there with her 
whole body motionless as if in mute offering, her legs just slightly parted 
to accentuate the cuntal mound of her budding sex, her back curved 
imperceptibly so that her taut, uplifted young breasts jutted against the 
thin band of her halter and stretched the thin material. She knew that the 
boys and men in the building all stared at her when she was like that, 
roving their eyes over her young flesh and wishing it was their hands 
instead. She knew this and got a tingling excitement from it, because while 
she was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage, she still 
enjoyed playing around with the fire of arousal, figuring in her naive way 
that she couldn't get burned. 

Then she looked at herself critically in the mirror, pleased with the 
reflection, and she swept the long golden strands of her hair away from her 
shoulders and examined the dark tanned skin of her shoulders and beautiful 
young face, then down to the white, satin creaminess of her white skinned 
breasts. Her eyes moved across the reflection to the tiny dimple that was 
her navel, and then down to the honey-colored fleece of-her soft, slightly 
damp pubic triangle, with its highlights of pink flesh and slightly puffy 
little vaginal slit. She saw the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out shyly 
from the crested folds of her pussy, and she giggled at her brazenness, 
pirouetting lightly and looking now at the full, lithe roundness of her 
ivory thighs and buttocks, and the rippling muscles of her smoothly tapered 
legs. 

In another few years, I'll look like Mother even more... and Mother is such 
a beautiful woman... 

Finding that she had no more time to spare before she was to meet Phil 
downstairs in the lobby, she opened another of the bureau drawers and 
selected a pair of clean white nylon panties. Her fingers tugged their 
elastic band up as she stepped into them, until the smooth rounded cheeks of 
her buttocks and the soft, pink mound of her cunt were snugged so tightly 
that she could see her tender vaginal lips outlined in the material. A 
moment of tiny shock ran across her mind, but then she took out a bra and 
snapped it on, feeling dangerous but allowing her panties to stay as they 
were. 

She found a pale blue blouse and a white miniskirt, and put them on, and the 
skirt was so short that its hem was almost half-way up her tanned thighs, 
showing off the creases in the front where her legs joined her hips. With 
sudden awareness she realized that she could almost see her panties-which in 
turn allowed her to see the tightly pressed lips of her vagina c... and 
another forbidden electric thrill went through her, followed by a small 
blush at the thought of what Phil might say when he saw her. God! It was so 
wicked... but so grown-up! 

Maybe it was too daring and suggestive she thought-and then she decided that 
if it was, then all the better. She knew intuitively that this was the best 
way of attracting a boy like Phil Bradley, of showing him that she was a 
woman physically. She made a vow not to let him get out of line with 
her-perhaps a few kisses tonight, a little innocent petting, but that was 
all. Attraction was one thing, more than that was another, and if he wanted 
more, then he'd have to come around regularly, and go steady with her. And 
even then, she wasn't going to allow him to do more than play with her 
titties. She was afraid of what she would do if she ever allowed him or any 
other boy to touch her between the legs, for she knew from having fingered 
herself there at night when all alone that she went out of her mind with the 
strange, delicious sensations that her own hands caused her. Why, if Phil 
did that to her, she might go out of her mind and not be able to stop until 
it was too late! 

She hurried out of the bedroom and to the bank of elevators at the end of 
the main hall. Down in the lobby, she found Phil waiting for her, and 
together, they walked out of the street entrance and stood waiting for 
Phil's friend, Vince Pickard, and Vince's girlfriend. 

It wasn't more than fifteen minutes later than a Pontiac Bonneville station 
wagon pulled up to the curb, and Vince Pickard waved from the driver's 
window. After introductions and a few minutes of conversation, Chris got in 
the back seat with Phil, the door was slammed shut, and Vince roared away 
down the street. 

"Well, kids?" Vince asked over his shoulder. "What's first on the list for 
tonight?" Vince Pickard looked to be a little older than Phil, about 
nineteen or twenty, Chris estimated, and had brown curly hair and small, 
ferret-like eyes which were always moving as if he was watching for 
something to suddenly strike out. He was dressed more casually than either 
Chris or Phil, in little more than a colored tee-shirt and cord pants. "I 
told you, honey. I'm hungry," Vince's girlfriend complained. Her name was 
Ginger Hammett, and she proved to be a fully developed teenager, perhaps 
only a year older than Chris. She was built with that Southern European 
voluptuousness of large, rich-swelling breasts like melons, and curving hips 
with seductively swaying buttocks and limber legs. She seemed to like to 
giggle a lot, Chris had noticed in the short time they'd met. She had 
politely stepped out of the Pontiac to make it easier for Chris and Phil to 
get in the back, and in doing so, Chris had been able to get a good look at 
what she was wearing. 

Ginger had on the tightest pair of black stretch pants Chris had ever seen! 
Her thin velour sweater hugged her breasts like a second skin, accentuating 
her large, globular breasts to their fullest, but it had beep the pants 
which had really drawn Chris' gaze-and she knew that if they had sparked her 
attention, they would certainly do the same for any boy! They squeezed the 
girl's ripely formed buttocks and vaginal mound with such a grip, that the 
thin fabric was stretched to the point where Chris had been able to see the 
contours of Ginger's cunt lips creased in a thin vertical slit. She'd 
gulped, un-nerved by the brazen display of the young teenage girl's 
sexuality, blushing a little in embarrassment for her. Why, compared to 
Ginger, her own miniskirt and tightly snug panties were like an overcoat! 
She wondered as they drove along just what was the extent of Ginger's 
relationship with Vince-if she was allowing her boyfriend to go "all the 
way" with her. Did Vince make love to Ginger? Chris swallowed, driving from 
her mind the lewd image of the two of them naked and together, ashamed at 
the crude way her mind was suddenly forming evil, perverted thoughts about 
people she had just met. 

"I know a great little Spanish restaurant across town," Phil suggested. "It 
might be fun to go there instead of having the usual hamburgers and french 
fries." 

"Sounds swell," Chris added, eager to get into the swing of things. "I'm all 
for it." 

"That would be a nice change," Ginger agreed. "What do you say, honey?" 

Vince laughed and put his arm around Ginger's shoulder, drawing her across 
the seat and to him in an affectionate hug. "Anything you say, lover. 
Spanish food it is! Where's the restaurant, Phil." 

Phil gave him the instructions, and it wasn't long before they were having a 
feast in the small, candle-lit dining room of the Cucaracha. He smirked 
confidently to himself as they all ate heaping platters of paella, a rice 
and sea-food dish, hot and salty, for the young boy had suggested the 
Spanish restaurant with more on his mind than a mere change in menu. The 
salty spiciness of the food caused a tremendous thirst, he knew from 
previous experience-and that meant there had to be lots to drink, The 
specialty of the house was the traditional Spanish wine punch called 
sangria, and great, cold pitchers of the drink were brought. Phil urged his 
innocent date to drink as much as she could, and he was secretly gloating as 
he saw her inexperience with what sangria could do. He'd told her it was 
only a light, inoffensive wine and she had taken his word for it, swallowing 
glass after glass of it as she ate the paella, never suspecting that beneath 
the base of red, heavy wine were Contreau, apricot brandies, and a little 
lemon-lime fizz to get the heavy concentration into her bloodstream extra 
quick. 

To Chris Marlowe, the evening was a blur of delightful fun. She and Phil 
seemed to have hit it off even better than she'd hoped, and everybody was 
talking blue streaks, about all sorts of interesting subjects and not just 
the usual silly things like cars and other girls. She laughed and joined in, 
eating and drinking heartily, telling herself over and over that she was 
very lucky to have been chosen by Phil and to have met his nice friends, and 
vowed that she was not about to screw up her chances by acting like a naive 
little girl. She never realized that all the while, Phil was thinking about 
what was in store for her later on that evening, and what he was going to do 
to the little tender virgin he'd taken out, once she reached the stage of 
helpless submission. 

After the fine dinner, they left the restaurant, and Chris stumbled once, 
groping for Phil's arm, who caught her with ease. Hot damn, he thought, 
she's had a few, all right, and the sangria has gone straight to her head. 
Well, she was going to have a lot more to drink if he had his way, and maybe 
a little something special to smoke, too... just to really get her in shape 
to be fucked. Yes sir, by the time he took her back to her apartment, she 
wouldn't be a virgin any longer! 

"Where are we going now?" Ginger asked, once they were all back in the car. 
"Dancing?" 

"Only place open for dancing is the Pavilion," Phil told her from the back 
seat. "I don't think we'd like to go there. You know what it's like, with 
all those stag hustlers trying to cut in." 

"Yeah," Vince agreed, "That's no place to take your girl." 

"How about a movie?" Chris suggested. 

"That's what I was thinking," Phil nodded with a smile. "I saw in the paper 
that they've got a real hot one playing at the Cardinal. It's called The 
Teacher's Pet Pupil. 

"Ah-hah!" Ginger giggled. "The Cardinal's a drive-in." 

"Since when did that ever bother you, Ginger, especially in this car?" Vince 
asked, holding her to his chest again. Chris was puzzled at the boy's 
reference to "this car," not having any idea what he could mean, but she was 
a little worried about the fact that the movie was at a drive-in, knowing 
that there was good reason for its nick-name of "passion-pit." Phil seemed 
to sense her hesitation, so he turned to her and asked: "You're not afraid 
of me in a drive-in, are you, Chris?" 

"No, no of course not, Phil," she replied, having to laugh at her own fears. 
After all, this was a double date. What could go wrong? A little harmless 
necking perhaps, but that was surely the extent of it. She said: "It was 
just that I haven't been to one in a long time." 

"Well, it's just like it always was. A big screen in front of you, and 
little speakers that hook on the windows so you can hear." Phil waved his 
hand in a gesture of nonchalance, and Chris realized that he was making fun 
of her in a gentle way, and she had to laugh again. 

"The picture," Vince said, starting the car, "is supposed to be sort of 
naughty, you know what I mean? I heard about it from some of the other guys, 
and they say it really gets down to the basics." 

"Oh good," Ginger said, giggling happily. 

"I wasn't worried about you, lover," the boy said to her. "I was only 
wondering if Chris wanted to see something like that." 

Slightly rankled at the thought that she was considered too young to see a 
"naughty" movie, Chris said: "Well, if I'm not afraid of going to a drive-in 
with Phil, how can I be shocked by a strip of film?" 

"Well, don't say we didn't warn you if you are," Phil said. "They've got a 
Disney movie at the' Bijou, so speak up now and not later." 

"I may be younger than you, Phil Bradley," she retorted good-naturedly, "but 
I'm not that young! I can take anything you can" She could almost have 
bitten her tongue off as the brave words poured out of her, but she was 
goaded by his and Vince's supposed concern for her innocence, and simply had 
to show them that she was old enough. Nevertheless, while she'd never seen a 
sex movie before, she'd heard about what they showed-nudity and sometimes 
almost two people making love-but it couldn't show everything, could it? 
Or... were they so blatant now that they did? A shiver of tingling 
expectation ran through her in spite of her reluctance. She knew about sex 
from her health classes in school and from what her girlfriends would talk 
about, and no film could possibly be as scandalous as the imaginations she 
had when alone in her bed and playing with herself. Her normal caution 
dulled by the sangria, and spurred by her desire to be an adult in Phil's 
eyes, she found herself wanting to see The Teacher's Pet Pupil more and 
more. "Let's go," she said eagerly. "Oh boy, I can hardly wait!" 

Neither can I, Phil thought with lewd satisfaction. And just you wait until 
you find out why Vince likes to take a station wagon to the movies... 

The Cardinal drive-in was in the shape of a giant apex, with a broad, tall 
screen sticking up at its apex. It was quite dark when they reached the 
theater, even though the movie hadn't started yet, and Vince had trouble 
finding a place to park because of the cars that were already there. 

"We got here early," he said, finding a spot almost all the way to the back. 
"But it looks like were just in time. There's hardly any room left!" 

Strangely, the boy didn't park so that the front of the car was pointed 
toward the screen, but reversed and backed in the space so that the rear 
tail-gate was directed that way. Then Phil turned to Chris and said: "Okay, 
let's get out." 

"Get out?" she asked curiously. "What for?" 

"You'll see," he said smugly. 

Standing beside the car, still not sure what was happening, the teenage girl 
watched as Vince folded down the rear seat that she and Phil had been 
sitting on, so that the whole back of the station wagon was one long empty 
area. It was then that she noticed that in the back of the car had been two 
large air mattresses, the kind she had used occasionally to rest on in the 
apartment house pool. Vince opened the tail-gate and spread the mattresses 
out lengthwise, adding more air to them with a small bicycle pump until they 
were both soft and like cushions. "Get back in now, kids, and I'll close the 
gate after you." 

"W-We're supposed to watch the movie while sitting on them?" she asked, her 
head still not fathoming this odd new routine. 

"Sure," Ginger said, crawling without hesitation inside and lying down on 
one of the mattresses. "It's a lot more comfortable this way, and," she 
added with another giggle, "a hell of a lot more fun, too!" 

Phil helped Chris in, and then Vince shut the gate. To her surprise, she 
discovered that it was better this way, with lots more room to stretch out, 
even though she was pressed tighter to Phil than she normally would have 
been sitting in the back seat. Vince walked around and got in over the front 
seat, and sprawled out beside his girl, putting a muscular arm around her 
waist. Ginger snuggled close to him, her head on his shoulder. 

"It sure is crowded," she said. 

"It's a hot movie," Phil said. He turned on the volume of the little speaker 
Vince had placed in the rear window beside him, and the music which preceded 
the film drifted" through the car. "Everybody wants to see it, because it's 
so... naughty." 

"You mean it's so dirty," Ginger responded with a giggle. 

"Dirt's all in the mind," Vince said in mock seriousness. "Nothing is dirty 
unless you think it is. You got a dirty mind, lover?" 

"Who me? Never! I'm lily white!" 

Phil and Vince broke out in a snickering kind of laughter which made Chris 
think all the more that Ginger was far more experienced with sex than a girl 
of her age should be. "Then no sweat," Vince chuckled. "It's only naughty. 
Hand me the sack beside you, will you, Ginger?" 

Ginger did, and from the plain brown paper bag, the boy took out a large 
quart soft-drink bottle which had a cork in its neck rather than a metal 
cap. "Ah," he breathed. "A little juice to get things going." 

Phil smiled. "What's the matter? Can't wait for the movie?" 

"Hell, the projector could break down," Vince complained, "and I could die 
of thirst before they fixed it." He unstopped the bottle, wiped the top of 
it with the palm of his hand and gave it to Ginger. "Here," he offered. 
"Ladies first." 

Ginger took hold of the bottle and tipped it to her mouth, drawing a greedy 
swallow. She sputtered, and her throat worked spasmodically, and then she 
lowered the bottle. "Wow! That stuff is really good!" 

"Yeah," Vince said, and then handed the bottle to Chris. "Go ahead," he said 
to her. "You're next." 

Chris hesitated, knowing that it wasn't Coke Ginger had been drinking, but 
some kind of liquor. 

"What's the trouble?" Phil challenged, taking the bottle from his friend. 
"You drink, don't you?" 

"I-I have been"' she said. "I-I just don't want to get sick, that's all." 

"You won't," he promised. "It's only spiked a little bit, and is as mild as 
the sangria. See?" He tilted his head and drank with a loud gargling noise. 
"Now, go ahead and be a sport." 

"Be a sport," Chris murmured to herself, and then stiffening her resolve to 
be just that and not to ruin his opinion of her, she drank from the bottle, 
trusting that it was as light as he said it was. She'd become a little 
thick-headed during the dinner, as if the sangria had started to affect her, 
but she'd passed it off as the heaviness of the delicious meal and the fact 
that she was so-excited. The warm evening air had done much to clear her 
mind-or so she thought, not realising that she was slowly, inexorably being 
brought past the point when she would care how she felt, and her euphoria at 
being with Phil was making her not notice the insidious effects the 
different kinds of alcohol were having on her mind and spirit. 

"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp of air and handing the bottle to 
Vince. Her head began to whirl, and the still blank screen in front of her 
was slowly revolving in tilting, sweeping circuits. Vince drank, the bottle 
was passed around again, and then she was once more tasting the sweet, warm 
liquid which filled her mouth. She could taste the tinge of bourbon or 
whisky-she didn't know which, but could tell that it wasn't vodka or gin or 
stuff like that-and a syrupy flavor like raspberry or strawberry soda. It 
wasn't bad, not bad at all, and automatically she took another drink before 
letting go. She wondered if she wasn't getting herself into a bad future 
situation, for anything over a few beers gave her the woozies, but the 
fifteen-year-old virgin kept repeating to herself that she didn't want to 
ruin her chance with Phil, and that she couldn't afford not to go along with 
he and the others were doing. 

Phil let his hand dangle gently around her shoulder, his fingers brushing 
gently, "accidentally," against the tip of one firm, tenderly sensitive 
breast. He smirked again as he felt the anticipation of what he was planning 
for her, growing more confident by the moment that the lewd and obscene 
seduction of this innocent little girl was surely going to take place right 
here on the mattress. He was going to fuck the hot little bitch every way 
but inside out, and maybe he'd find a way for that, too, and the mere 
thought of it made his cock jerk expectantly in his pants, aching as it was 
trapped by the stretched confines of his underpants. 

"Hey, baby," he crooned in her hair, "I really like you, you know?" He felt 
her jump slightly as she heard him, and he held her tighter, pressing his 
hands once more against the pulsating mound of her gently throbbing breast. 
She'd never before been this drawn to a boy, she realized, trying hard to 
disregard his hand which had seemingly lodged on her breast in his attempt 
to hug her. She shivered, wanting him to like her as much as he was telling 
her he did, and the alcohol effused through her veins, causing her to tingle 
with electric shocks all over her body. Her skin felt as though it was 
beginning to burn, and she pressed her thighs together to control a peculiar 
sensation that was worming its way through the sensual valley between her 
legs. Embarrassed at the sudden intimate display of affection, she glanced 
over at the other mattress to see if Vince and Ginger had noticed her and 
Phil, and saw to her shock that they were locked in a wild, erotic embrace. 

Chris heard the unmistakable rustling of their clothes as they stretched out 
on the soft, cushiony air mattress, and the tender, wet sounds of their 
kissings and moanings and fevered breathings. She tried hard to avert her 
eyes from the petting that was so close at hand, but she found that instead 
of being embarrassed and chagrined at the openly performed fondling, she was 
attracted by it, actually interested and aroused by it. Her breasts again 
throbbed slightly in response, and as if they had a life of their own, 
pressed forward into the waiting cupped hand of her date. 

Phil Bradley could feel the tiny, bud-like nipples of her creamy white, 
trembling breasts harden under the thinness of her summer dress and 
brassiere, and he started to massage them gently, slowly, his testicles 
aching with his longing to feel those beautiful young globes in his hands 
without the cloth around them, and taste their berry-like nipples in his 
mouth. Chris knew that she was going to have to stop him soon before things 
got out of control, and she squirmed on the mattress, trying to move his 
fingers away without him noticing. In doing so. her short mini-skirt hiked 
up over her hips, and exposed her naked tanned thighs, and when she looked 
down she could almost see the white crotchband of her thinly protective 
panties running up between her legs. 

She blushed furiously and tried to pull her skirt down. Phil stopped her 
with his other hand. "Let it be, Chris baby," he whispered in her ear. 
"You've got nice thighs, so don't hide them. You ain't got nothing up 
between them that I don't know all about!" 

That brought a shriek of laughter from Ginger and another livid crimson 
blush from Chris. The young girl felt hot, but not wanting to let Phil think 
she was square, she didn't move her skirt any more, but leaned against the 
boy and nuzzled his chest affectionately. 

Yeah, Phil gloated to himself, this one may be a virgin, but she'll be one 
hell of a hot box when I really turn her on. His cock swelled to still 
further painful erection, and he felt himself getting blazing hot, the 
tension grinding in his loins, his testicles aching to be released. But he 
remembered his father's advice well, recalling the lessons he had been told 
and shown ever since he'd been old enough to fuck, and Lou Bradley had 
introduced him to a couple of experienced girls. Those two had been easy, 
and he and his father had fucked them side by side, switching partners time 
and gain-but other girls they'd shared hadn't been such pushovers, and since 
that time, he had learned that he had to take things slow. Slow and easy, 
and not scare the girl, especially a virgin. The first time's the big one, 
he knew, having melted many a cherry in his day... 

It was time now for something else, however, and he leaned over and said to 
the other couple "All right, you two, break it up. I got something that'll 
interest you, I figure." He reached inside his pocket and brought out a flat 
tin box. He offered it around, and Vince and Ginger eagerly took thin, brown 
colored cigarettes from the box, cigarettes which were unmistakably hand 
rolled. Then he turned back to Chris. "Here," he told her, and pressed one 
in her fingers. "Light up!" 

She stared at it, and had the sinking suspicion she knew what the brownish 
cigarette was made of. Marijuana! She quivered with indecision, for she was 
afraid of what the drug might do to her--she'd heard too many stories and 
lectures from adults-but she was even more afraid of ruining this good time 
she'd been having. She looked at Ginger to see what the other girl would be 
doing, and saw that she was already lighting up her cigarette, her eyes 
shut, oblivious to anything except the drug. 

"Now what's with you, baby?" Phil growled. "Aren't you hep to pot?" 

"I-I never smoked it before," Chris blurted, and then felt foolish for 
having admitted it. How uncool could she be? She wished she hadn't drunk so 
much at dinner and out of the Coke bottle, for she wasn't thinking clearly 
now, feeling awfully warm and as though there was a weight crushing down on 
her forehead and eyes. 

"A little grass never hurt anybody," Ginger said, exhaling. "Don't worry so 
much, Chris." 

"Ah, she's just a kid," Vince taunted with a sneer, and Chris blanched at 
the direct punch of his contempt. Rebellions and resentment made her place 
the cigarette between her lips with defiance. Just a kid, was she! 

"Let me light it for you," Phil said. "Once you're high, you'll feel things 
you never felt before." He struck a match, and trembling, Chris allowed him 
to light the cigarette for her. She drew in once, and then coughed. 

"Oh for Christ's sake," Vince said disgustedly. "What a waste of good 
grass." 

"Let her alone," Ginger said. "She'll learn. Try again, Chris. Hold the 
smoke down in your lungs." 

The second puff was easier, and the naive young girl held the sour-sweet 
smoke down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked around with a 
smile of triumph, only to see she was behind the others, who were all busily 
inhaling their joints. She continued to follow suit, and by the end of the 
marijuana cigarette, she began to feel as though she were floating up off 
the mattress. 

Chris eagerly accepted a second cigarette from Phil, never having felt 
better in all her life. She was happy and carefree, without a worry in the 
world, everything seemingly so funny to her. She laughed and talked, feeling 
a sudden comradeship with everyone else that she hadn't felt before. 

"How's it going now, baby?" Phil asked. 

"Like I'm on the moon!" she replied breathlessly. 

"Christ, there's so much smoke in this car that I could get stoned without a 
cigarette," Ginger said. She cuddled once more in Vince's protective arms. 

"Kiss me," she demanded of her boyfriend. "Kiss me hard... " Again there was 
the rustling sound of their clothes, moans, and heavy breathing. Chris 
sucked on her cigarette and then she heard Ginger mewl plaintively, "Ohhhh, 
Vince! Ohhh, I love you touching my nipple like that!" 

Chris couldn't help turning her head slightly to see what they were doing, 
and to her amazed shock, Vince had his hand inserted up the front of 
Ginger's sweater and was massaging her breasts. The girl had her head back 
with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face. Chris felt 
a sudden spasm of electric excitement hit her in the pit of her belly. My 
God! How far would they go? All the way? No... no, that was impossible, not 
here in the car in front of her and Phil, right out in the open theater. 
Maybe alone they did, but even that was one of those things too embarrassing 
for her to consider. The image of any of them-of Chris herself-naked and 
reveling unashamedly in front of other people was entirely too much to 
consider. 

Shaking, she lulled her mind to security again with a long drink from the 
bottle beside her, and a drag on the marijuana cigarette, leaning against 
Phil as she did so, the delicious warmth of the liquor and the drug seeping 
through her blood. She'd never felt so emotionally affected before in her 
life, and as she curled up with Phil, the touch of her panties pressuring 
against the air mattress excited her between the thighs with unwanted darts 
of pleasure. The material bunched against her thighs and grazed the 
sensitive, virginal young Ups of her vagina, causing tiny throbs of 
forbidden delight to pulse in the bud of her clitoris. 

She tried to hold them back, but to no avail. The heat in the car, the 
sensual effects of the alcohol and marijuana, the lust-provoking scenes 
which were before her naive and innocent eyes were all too much to be swept 
away, and no matter how hard she squeezed her legs together, she couldn't 
dampen the tantalizing little sparks of arousal that were beginning to swell 
in her breasts, her loins, her pussy. And then Phil Bradley turned her head 
slowly toward him with his hands, and pressed his lips wetly to her, 
grinding his mouth tightly to hers. She groaned and struggled for a sudden 
panicky moment, feeling his hand once again pressed into the softness of her 
breast. 

"Easy," he whispered into her mouth. "Relax and enjoy it. I'm only kissing 
you... " 

She allowed herself to go limp as he commanded, surprised at the softness of 
his lips pressing into her mouth. In spite of her guard being up against 
letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like 
sensations suddenly flitting through her stomach. She had never thought a 
boy kissing her could do this to her, but before she could pursue the 
thought further, the music ended and the screen lit up. The movie was about 
to start! 

She straightened, desperately trying to collect her increasingly confused 
senses, and greedily continued to smoke her cigarette, her eyes glued 
tightly to the screen. Vince and Ginger stayed where they were, as though 
they had no interest in the picture at all, and she was afraid to look over 
at them for fear of what she would see. The soft mewling sounds coming from 
the girl's lips and the grating noise of the boy's heavy breathing told the 
story well enough. She could see through the dim light of the screen and the 
vague shapes of couples in the other cars, wrapped up in tight embraces, 
none of them seeming to pay any attention whatsoever to anyone else. She had 
a slight tinge of doubt in her mind now about whether or not she should have 
been so eager to go along, especially considering what had been happening 
since they'd gotten to the theater, but it was too late now, and there was 
nothing she could do about it. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

The young teenage virgin stared tremblingly at the screen as the title 
flashed on, The Teacher's Pet Pupil, in large letters in color. Phil pulled 
her close, feeling her stiffen for a short moment, and then relax against 
his chest, and he let his hand brush down against her warmly throbbing 
breast again, knowing that he was exciting her, whether she liked it or not. 
Hell, everything was exciting her, and he could tell that she was physically 
responding by the way her nipple puckered beneath his gently cupped hand. He 
innately knew that her breasts were secretly begging to be removed from 
their thin nylon restraints and be kissed, and his cock swelled as he could 
barely contain its impetuousness. This sweet, tight little virgin cunt was 
going to be a delicious fuck, and he could hardly wait... 

On the screen a man sat reading a book. At first glance, it appeared as 
though the book was printed, but the angle of the camera turned and it could 
be seen that the book was of photographs. His eyes gleamed as he studied 
them and the camera came in for a close-up showing the rounded lips of a 
woman enclosed over a hard, rigid cock. Her eyes were tightly closed in 
obvious rapture over the task she was having to perform. 

A warning sound tolled in Chris' drugged mind and she stared with mounting 
alarm at the utter openness of the motion picture. But the shock, though 
staggering, was too far away to make her feel revolted at the sights and 
sounds she was watching, and with a sharp intake of breath, she leaned back, 
only to find that there was now a hot little tingle in her belly and deep 
within the untouched cavern of her vagina, causing a seeping moisture to wet 
the front of her panties. She tried to move Phil's fingers from her breast, 
but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on his and then let it fall 
back to her side. 

"D-Don't," she moaned. "L-let me sit up, please. I don't want you to touch 
me like this." 

"I told you, relax and watch the movie." The boy tightened his grip, and 
Chris labored for breath. She squirmed harder, only pushing the now wetly 
matted pubic hair and the swollen lips of her cunt down against the air 
mattress and making herself more aroused than ever. 

"Ohhhh," she groaned, fighting to gain control. 

"Watch the picture," Phil repeated. "Watch the movie... " 

"The movie," she echoed dazedly, and brought her drugged, liquored mind back 
to focus on the screen. The man was turning a page, but suddenly turned 
toward the door as he heard a knocking. A young blonde schoolgirl about 
eighteen entered, dressed in a Catholic girls school uniform, and she was 
carrying a set of books cradled in her arm. He showed her to a seat across 
from him, and she sat down, shyly opening one of her books to the page she 
said she was having trouble understanding. The man talked to her for a few 
minutes, but still she shook her head and said that she couldn't figure out 
what the assignment was all about. Then the teacher said he had something 
that might help her, and he got up, telling her that it was in another room, 
and he'd be right back with it. He left, and after a few more minutes, the 
girl reached over and took her teacher's book out of curiosity. She opened 
it to the pictures and the camera showed a sudden shocked expression cross 
over her face. It was apparent that her first reaction was to close the book 
and slide it back across the table, but her curiosity overcame her fear, and 
she began to slowly flip the pages. A close-up showed the various position 
of intercourse the subjects in the pictures were in, and then the camera 
switched to the girl's face again, showing the wide-eyed amazement in her 
expression. As the camera remained focused on her face, a slow change could 
be seen coming over her. Her emotions gradually changed from one of 
amazement to one of open-mouthed excitement. The effect was making her eyes 
slowly dilate and the unmistakable smoky haze of passion flicker through 
them. She began breathing hard and the. camera dropped to the floor under 
the table. It was positioned now so that it looked straight up between her 
legs. She had pulled her skirt up slightly and had worked her middle finger 
under the leg band of her white nylon panties. She was stroking softly the 
narrow moist slit of her vagina and it could he seen glistening wetly 
between her open legs as she suddenly shoved her finger deep into the tight 
little mouth of her open pussy and she began fingering herself in time to 
her excited breathing. 

Chris held her breath, as she watched the scenes taking place and listened 
to the increasingly aroused pantings of the girl. She had never seen 
anything like this, and she was grateful for the protective darkness of the 
car to mask her embarrassment. It all looked so real and true to life to her 
that she couldn't believe it, and through the lightheaded intoxicating haze 
of the alcohol and marijuana, she could feel her own body twitch in sympathy 
with the girl on the screen. She pressed her thighs tight together to cut 
off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and was working its way 
down slowly to the sensuous point between her legs. Phil pressed harder into 
the softness of her breast and she made no move to resist as she could feel 
the tiny bud-like nipple harden with his caresses. She knew that she would 
have to stop him soon, however, before things ran away with them-but she 
decided dreamily to wait for a moment until the delicious tingle between her 
legs subsided. 

A sudden look of fear came on the girl's face on the screen. Her teacher had 
abruptly opened the door and caught her fingering herself with the pictures 
in front of her. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and marched her over to 
the couch in the corner where he pulled her down over his knees. Her legs 
kicked wildly behind her as he lifted her skirt up over the soft rotund 
globs of her buttocks and began to spank her through the panties with the 
palm of his hand. The girl kicked and screamed under the harsh pounding of 
the tutor, her scantily covered little buttocks quivering piteously before 
each cruel blow. 

The camera showed a close-up of his face where a cruel glint shown brightly 
in his eyes. The camera switched to her buttocks again where he began to 
draw the flimsy white panties down over their delicious firm roundness. 
Angry red welts stood out on them from the spanking he had just given her. 
Tears of pain ran in streams from her sobbing eyes as she felt the soft 
nylon being drawn slowly over her buttocks and across her thighs. Her face 
turned toward him and she begged him to stop, but he only pushed her from 
his lap to the floor and walked over to the table, picking up the dirty 
book. He returned to the prostrate young girl who was struggling to her 
knees and held the photographs in front of her. The poor, fear-struck pupil 
kneeled in front of him as he threatened to turn her into the Mother 
Superior if she didn't do what he demanded. 

Quaking with fear, she rose to her feet, and when he commanded her to take 
off her clothes in front of him, she so, stripping her dress from her young 
budding body. The teacher with a lewdly expectant grin on his face did the 
same. His pants fell to the floor quickly and his rigidly throbbing penis 
could be seen standing out in front of him with heavy, trembling 
anticipation. The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood 
before him completely naked, her arms crossed futilely over her firm 
well-developed young breasts. The thin strands of pubic hair covering the 
mound at the base of her white little belly was soft and sparse and the tiny 
folds of flesh covering the narrow slit of her vagina were plainly visible. 
The teacher gleefully made her sit down on the front edge of the cushion of 
a big easy chair and drape her legs up and out over either arm. He knelt 
down between her widespread thighs with the camera zeroing in for a close-up 
of her pussy just over the top of his head. He reached forward, placing one 
thumb on either side of the narrow hair-lined slit and spread the tender 
lips slowly apart, exposing the moist pink flesh surrounding her tiny tight 
cunt. The camera zoomed in closer and her tiny clitoris could be seen 
throbbing gently in the air just above the tight elastic cuntal opening. 

Chris hardly dared to breathe. She could not believe what she was seeing on 
the screen if front of her, or the way she looked at the blonde little girl 
and thought of her as being herself. The feelings it was causing to course 
through her flesh were growing with every passing second, licking with 
tendrils of flaming desire, and Phil pulled her so close against him now 
that she could hardly move. During the excitement of the young girl 
undressing, he had smoothly worked his hand inside her blouse and was 
cupping one bra-encased breast, and she could feel pin-pricks of delicious 
feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the nipples maddeningly 
around until they were hard as stone chips between his thumb and forefinger. 
She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear as he turned his head 
toward her and locked his lips wetly against hers again. She tried for a 
moment to twist away but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in 
her present state of arousal. She thrust her tongue back sharply and he 
sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. He really knew how to kiss and 
never had she been so enraptured, with wild animal abandon and passion, and 
she squirmed down on the mattress hard. She knew that she should demand that 
they stop, that she should sit up and make him take his hands off her 
breasts and call a halt to this. But her nerves were shattered, her brain 
whirled with the liquor and marijuana, and already Phil was fumbling with 
her bra snaps, breaking the white cups from around her breasts and exposing 
them to his fondling hands. 

"No... No, Phil," she whimpered in his mouth. "I'm... I'm not that land of 
girl... " 

"All girls are that kind of girl-if they're not in diapers," he grinned 
reassuringly, and casually unbuttoned her blouse. "And, baby, that body of 
yours has been going to waste too long. It's going to change as of tonight!" 
He whistled as he saw the full rounded breasts overflowing from her open 
blouse. He'd never seen such a perfectly formed pair! He smoothly worked off 
the garment, leaving the trembling young blonde naked from the waist up, and 
shivering, even though the car was overly warm. 

Her breath came in short, intense spasms and she blushed furiously with 
shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower on the mattress, hunching 
over protectively. But Phil took her shoulders and forced her upright, her 
breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out for all of them to 
see. 

"Uh-uh, baby. You got to see that what you're doing is just what all of us 
do whenever we get the chance. I mean it. Take a look beside you if you 
don't believe me." He laughed harshly at her confused and cringing 
embarrassment. "They're fucking!" 

Ginger had removed her pants and had crawled over Vince's hips, his own 
cords now down around his ankles. She had obviously worn no panties, for 
they were not with her stretch slacks. She was straddling him, the white 
roundness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long, 
thin cock. She was reaching back underneath her body with her hand and was 
guiding him into her. Chris held her breath as she saw the red bulbous head 
of Phil's friend's prick make contact with the moist open flanges of 
Ginger's cunt. She moved it up and down in the wet glistening slit for a 
moment, parting the softly curling pubic hairs, and then with a slight 
groaning sigh, she ground her buttocks hard down on it. 

Chris's eyes were wide with hypnotized disbelief as she watched Vince's 
throbbing penis slide slowly up into the wet clasping lips of his 
girlfriend's cunt, making a small wet sluicing noise in the station wagon as 
it entered. She ground down on it all the way until Chris could see but a 
small tiny bit of the base of his cock protruding from the tight, moistly 
locked lips of her vagina surrounding it. She knew that she should scream 
and force her way out of the car, to demand that they stop what they were 
doing and for Vince to take her home, but the tranquilizing effect of the 
marijuana and the tightness of Phil's arms holding her to the mattress would 
not permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly 
as Ginger began a slow grinding up and down with her buttocks rising in the 
air above Vince until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the 
warm enclosing sheath of her pussy. 

"He's fucking her good, isn't he?" Phil breathed into her ear, and he pulled 
her roughly on her side so that he could grind his pelvis tightly into hers 
while sliding his hand down to the soft roundness of her buttocks. 

"Y-yes, yes... " was all that she could moan in abject answer to his lewd 
question, his erotic words strangely exciting to her. She had never imagined 
what it would be like to see two people making love, and found that it was 
affecting her in a way she had never dreamed. Instead of the absolute 
revulsion she had expected, she could feel a strange light-fingered 
quivering deep between her thighs, and a tight restrictive pressure digging 
into her belly. She turned her head away and back to the screen, hoping it 
would drive away the sights and sounds she had just been watching, but still 
the vision of Vince's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist 
softness of Ginger's vagina raced through her mind. As she focused her 
attention on the movie their soft moans and the wet sucking noises of 
intercourse drifted across to her ears, magnifying what she was seeing ahead 
of her a thousand times. 

The teacher had risen from the floor now and climbed up on the soft 
cushioned arms of the chair. He was kneeling in front of his student's face 
with his knees straddling her young body on both sides. His huge, rigid 
penis stood out in the air like a huge fleshy monster. He had his hand 
around it, rubbing the wet lubricated head softly against her tightly 
clenched lips. It was apparent that she didn't want to open her mouth, but 
he reached forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly 
together. She fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side in 
desperation until with a sudden gasp for needed air, her mouth opened wide. 
The man flicked his hips forward, sliding the huge blood-filled head deep 
within the confines of her tender young lips. Again she fought, but he 
tangled his hands in her hair cruelly and forced her to begin a gentle 
sucking motion. Her lips hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into 
her mouth, and tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling back 
from her roundly ovaled lips as he drew back, only to disappear back inside 
as he slid his cock gently forward again. He started a rhythmic sawing, back 
and forth, never quite drawing it all the way out but leaving the tip just 
inside the warm moistness of her mouth. After a moment the girl seemed to 
warm to her task and reached up between his wide-spread thighs and cradled 
the softness of his testicles in her palms. She stroked him gently as she 
sucked with increasing voraciousness at his thrusting cock above. From the 
profile it appeared as a thick, wet glistening piston of flesh moving 
methodically in and out of her hungrily nibbling lips. 

Phil Bradley's hand ground harder into her heaving, naked breast as he 
became more excitedly aroused by the wet coupling of his friends next I to 
them. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft rubbery nipple, sending a 
flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of her spine. She 
uttered a low helpless groan into his ear which was quickly choked off by 
the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping over hers. His tongue flicked 
moistly into her mouth causing her body to squirm again down against the air 
cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion creeping over her. 

"Oh God, no, we can't... we mustn't," she whimpered into the wetness of his 
mouth. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too great and 
she only succeeded in worsening her position. "Oh, please, don't touch me 
like this!" she pleaded, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He had her in 
a position where she couldn't fight back, and yet the pleasures he was 
causing her were so overwhelmingly nice-so wickedly delicious, that she 
could hardly find the power to resist them. 

Her body suddenly stiffened as she felt the boy begin to massage the soft 
white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins harder 
against his. As he ground against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, 
she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants 
pressing into her own moistening genitals. The sweet taste of the marijuana 
cigarettes and the syrupy flavor of the liquor wafted lazily through her 
veins, intensifying the uncontrollable sensations beginning to course 
through her against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, 
fighting against them with all of her strength. But the soft fingers of his 
hand nipping teasingly against her nipples, and the hardness of his young, 
strong penis grinding into her vaginal mound brought forth only further soft 
moans of helpless submission to her lips. Her very helplessness and the 
thought of Vince and Ginger making love not more than a few feet away were 
too much for the tortured virgin girl's mind. 

"God, you're built, baby. I'm going to enjoy sliding my cock into your 
little tight pussy and breaking your cherry." 

"Oh, no, don't. Please, no," she whimpered as she felt the lewd delightful 
feelings still rippling across the surface of her skin. "I've... I've never 
let a boy do even this much to me before!" 

"Always a first time for everything, baby," he laughed softly, dropping his 
hand down between their tightly merged bodies to the flatness of her belly. 

"Oh, don't touch me there, please don't," she sobbed, still conscious of the 
groans of wild abandoned passion coming from the movie speaker and the 
couple next to them. Her body jerked slightly as she felt Phil's fingers 
hooking and sliding the material of her short skirt up the front of her 
thighs. She moaned and tried again to pull away, using what was left of her 
willpower to overcome the strange sensations building up against her will 
deep in the pit of her stomach. 

"Baby, let's have a peek at your hot little cunt now," Phil grinned with 
salacious enjoyment. "It should be nice and juicy by now." 

Chris gasped as she felt the hem of the skirt reach the top of her thighs 
and his fingers suddenly come into hot searing contact with the softness of 
her naked flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs 
as she felt him slipping a finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of 
her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip 
found the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, 
parting the soft curling pubic hair and making sudden delicious contact with 
the throbbing pink flesh up inside. It was wet and slippery from the 
unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath 
tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt growing deep in her 
loins. She found her hips suddenly undulating in involuntary rhythm to the 
teasingly light touch of his fingers rummaging teasingly between her thighs. 

Then, in a last spasm of protest, envisioning where this was inevitably 
going to lead at this rate, she summoned the last of her defiance and 
squirmed free of his grip. "Stop! Stop, you've got to, before... " She 
swallowed hard, gasping for breath. "Let's calm down, please. I'm not some 
little slut you can make the first time out." 

"I know you're not, Chris," Phil breathed in her ear. God, how his balls 
hurt, how his cock longed to slide up into her tender young pussy! His 
panting, ragged breath transmitted his excitement to her, and then he pulled 
her back to him again, his hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body 
enflaming her as the sounds of the lovemaking on the screen and next to her 
drifted through her drugged mind. 

She gasped from the wantonness and utterly overwhelming craving which was 
rapidly blotting out any degree of denial to her instincts. Phil's hands 
traveled teasingly up her legs again, around the soft, white flesh of her 
trembling buttocks and thighs, and this time she was unable to even consider 
stopping him. His fingers felt so good, warm, and she rotated her hips with 
the rising tide of passion which was roaring through her tender, innocent 
body. 

"Ohhhh... Ohhh, Phil, Phil... " she moaned as he reached inside her panties 
and into the rich, pulsating virgin pussy, stroking the hair-lined fringes 
of her vaginal lips until they spasmed hotly from the teasing contact, 
seeking him yet deeper. She involuntarily raised her buttocks, moving her 
sex-starved cunt in helpful deliberation, spreading her legs wide until he 
was able to tease a little deeper into the moist, pink folds of her inner 
cunt, parting the soft young flesh carefully with his fingers until he was 
able to make ecstatic contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her brain 
screamed with the emotional agony of her sensual desire, and she moaned and 
mewled, wrapping her arms uncontrollably around Phil's neck, and trailing 
soft, sibilant kisses hotly across his face. There was an odd sensation of 
weightlessness as he moved, and then Chris' pot-drugged mind caught on to 
what he wanted, and she lifted her thighs higher off the cushion and 
clenched her legs moistly together so that he could slide the wetly stained 
panties down... down her legs, and off. They lay limply on the floor of the 
car, a soft, flimsy flag of abject surrender... 

And then Phil was by her again, continuing his teasing and fondling of her 
soft, defenselessly twitching vagina. She lay back, her body caught 
hopelessly up in the delirious whirlwind of unwanted passion as he fingered 
her throbbing pussy better than she had ever been able to do to herself. 
Then there was suddenly another sound to her ears, an alien hissing, the 
unmistakable noise of his pants zipper being lowered. She could feel the boy 
struggling in his effort to open his pants, and in a blast of terrified 
comprehension, the shattering impact of what he was going to do to her 
seared through her tortured, dazed mind. She opened her eyes, and a scream 
came low in her throat as she stared at his face and then down at the 
hardened blunt-headed penis he held ready and poised in one hand! 

He moved over her again, and his penis touched her, his fingers slipping 
from her cunt and leaving her insatiably alive with fire. A smear of male 
secretion spread on her quivering bare thigh, and she quivered 
uncontrollably, staring at his cock, gazing with stupefaction as it was 
highlighted by the dim light of the theater. It looked so hot and hard, and 
she mewled, her eyes wide with fright as the full impact of what was going 
to happen to her hit her mind. He was going to shove his erect penis into 
her body! All of it! God, it would kill her! It would split her vagina wide 
open, she knew it would! 

"No! Phil, you can't! I won't let you!" she cried out in terror. The girl 
fought him savagely, trying to lock her thighs together and pull away, the 
fog of alcohol and marijuana dissipating from her like a bad dream. 

Phil's only reply was to insinuate himself harder against her with mad 
desperation, and she felt his huge cock jerking spasmodically in the full 
length of her defensively clenched vaginal slit as he tried frantically to 
work its blunt, angry head inside her tight, hair-lined lips. 

"Vince! Vince, I want to go home?" she groaned out, not knowing what else 
she could do to stop this horrible onslaught. "Ginger! Please, please help 
me!" 

"Are you kidding?" Phil said, and laughed harshly. "Look at them and see if 
they want to help a little cry-baby like you! They're just about ready to 
cum from their first fuck of the night!" 

The virgin teenager gaped with unbelieving agony as she saw what was now 
taking place beside her. Ginger was approaching her orgasm, and her 
sweat-drenched body was more animal than human, twisting and contorting 
crazily over Vince's wildly driving penis. She was spreading her legs and 
bending them so that she could buck up and down against the battering force 
of his iron-like cock harder and deeper, her eyes whirling insanely. She was 
a quivering mass of sweating, deranged flesh that begged for more 
subjugation on the mattress, revelling in the churning throes of her 
beginning climax. The boy humped upwards eagerly into her desperately waving 
buttocks, and then they rammed together, their mouths open and groans of 
passion spewing forth. Chris watched wide-eyed as the girl's smoothly 
rounded buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and then white liquid exploded 
from the lips of her cunt squeezing the jetting cock inside her. Thin trails 
of sticky cum ran down, glistening both of their backsides and thighs, and 
then Ginger pitched forward, her stomach and breasts jerking erratically 
against Vince's belly and chest. 

Chris Marlowe was entranced with seeing their mutual cumming, watching 
Vince's thick, white sperm overflow from between the girl's young, taut 
buttocks as they shuddered and groaned with the receding waves of their 
slowly dying excitement. She suddenly turned back to Phil, her whole 
physical being betraying her and telling her that she must have that same 
delicious experience, while her brain struggled to maintain control of her 
newly inflamed senses. She wanted him! God, how she wanted him! She couldn't 
control herself much longer, and was fighting a losing battle with herself! 

"Oooooh, Chris, baby, I've got to fuck you now!" He rolled on her still 
harder, but still she attempted to preserve her virginity, squeezing her 
legs as he worked the throbbing head of his cock into the softness of her 
tightly clenched cuntal slit. 

"No! No, I... I can't! Oh God, I can't!" She hugged him tight to her and 
pleaded wetly against his mouth, even as he squirmed between her desperately 
closed thighs. "No, well be sorry for this! I... don't want it to happen 
like this! Nooooo!" 

Phil pressed on, gritting his teeth in desperation. "It's too late, baby! 
God damn it, you can't stop me now! I'm ready to cum, I tell you! Don't back 
out now, baby! You'll love it up inside your pussy!" 

She kissed him hard as he continued to thrust his cock down through the 
upper portion of the wet, hair-lined little slit between her thighs, 
fighting madly to reach the smooth, pink passage she held from him between 
her tightly clamped legs, his every stroke sending wild sensations of 
sensual desire through her as his prick rubbed the erect bud of her 
clitoris. She pleaded, even as her young pussy flowered open and angled 
upwards in its own betrayal of her valiantly resisting mind, but he didn't 
seem to hear or care. In a last-ditch move of desperation, she reached down 
between them and took his young, lust-hardened cock in her hands, squeezing 
it in an anguished attempt to halt him before she capitulated to the 
unreasoning desires he had aroused in her and he would fuck up into her with 
his hotly thrusting rod. 

"Ahhhh! You bitch! You teasing little bitch!" he shouted down at her. 
"You're going to make me cum doing that to me! Agggg! I'm cumming! I'm... 
I'm cummmmmmmmiingggg!" 

As she grasped the thick, ramming penis and he continued to pump wildly, and 
cry out harshly, she felt his cock expand and contract in her clutching 
fingers, and the helpless gasps of passion poured out of him. Hot sticky 
fluid spurted out from the growing head of his penis, inundating in thick 
surges the hot, satin flesh between her legs, wetting her inner thighs and 
spilling up and out from along her pink, quivering cunt and golden fleece of 
pubic hair. His semen flooded her lower abdomen and trickled lewdly down the 
cheeks of her smooth, arching buttocks. Then Phil, groaning over and over as 
though in some mortal agony, rolled from her onto the air mattress, panting 
with subdued frenzy. 

Chris stared down at the boiling hot puddle of male sperm as it covered her 
vagina and pubic mound. She couldn't touch it, couldn't do anything but gaze 
at the slowly drying cum which blanketed her innocence. She heard with 
cringing, humiliated ears as Vince laughed loudly at his friend's 
frustration, and Ginger giggled along with him, and then she jerked as if 
being struck by a whip as Phil yelled at her with insane fury. 

"You bitch! What a miserable thing to do to a guy! You're nothing but a 
fucking little prick-teaser!" 

Ashamed and mortified beyond endurance, she felt the sting of his words and 
tears welled in her eyes. "Phil-" 

"Shut up! Just shut up, will you? I don't know what made me want to waste my 
time with a little baby like you!" 

Chris sat in utter misery for a long moment, her heart tormented to its 
extreme, and then she took the sodden panties he'd slipped from her 
trembling buttocks, and wiped up her nakedness, too desolate and lost to 
care if the others saw her as she opened her legs and cleaned the sticky 
white seed from her vagina and still burning loins. The pain in her seething 
and unsatisfied pussy was a sore reminder of what she had nearly lost-her 
hymen-and what she had lost in the way of a boyfriend by her refusal, and it 
ached painfully almost as much as the persistent ache in her soul. 

"T-Take me home," she said softly, averting her head from the loathing which 
was so evident on the boy's features. "Please. Take me home now or... or 
I'll walk from here." 

Phil was tempted to snap back that she could just go and walk all the way 
across town for all he cared, but as the high fervor of his excitement 
cooled, he became aware that he wanted this proud little virgin girl. Now 
even more than ever. He'd make her pay, damned if he wouldn't when he 
finally got it up into her teasing little cunt, but he could see that she 
was going to be more of a challenge than he'd anticipated, and that only 
caused his now softened penis to ache with further lewd, fevered desire. He 
looked down at her, at the entrancing combination of blonde satin pubic hair 
matted with his cum, and the swollen ruby pink swell of her moistly parted 
vaginal slit, and he could feel his shaft pound with blood and tiny droplets 
of his sperm seep from the end of his bloated cock-head. Christ, he'd fucked 
a lot of girls, but he'd never come so close to deflowering anything so 
pure, innocent, or helpless. Her mewlings of shame and anguish only goaded 
his cravings on that much more, and so he swallowed his anger and disgust, 
figuring that he should show a false display of chagrin now. He'd blown his 
chances for tonight by being too fast, too insistent, and it was time to 
butter her up for another time, another chance. 

He glanced over at his friends, and Vince and Ginger only shrugged, 
indicating that if he wanted her to be taken home, they'd take her. Then he 
said in a low, sad voice to the teenager: "Look, Chris, I... I'm sorry." 

"So am I," she replied, swallowing hard. 

"I mean, about everything, even yelling at you just now. I... don't know 
what possessed me." 

"It's as much my fault as yours, Phil," she said dully. She realized that 
even in her hysterical stupor, he was physically a man, and that his sex 
drive was too great to allow him to stop after passing a certain point. She 
should have done more to control the situation, and she felt soiled and 
humiliated more than any time she could ever recall. She couldn't understand 
what had taken over her mind and body, but she was still too hurt and dazed 
to sort things out, and all she wanted to do was go home. 

"I... I'd like to see you again," he said tender- "I don't know," she 
moaned. "After this-" 

"It happened baby. We both got carried away, and it ended badly, but it 
showed that we like each other, doesn't it?" 

"Yes, I suppose it does... " Chris thought over what he was saying for a 
long moment, and then decided that he was right, and she couldn't rid 
herself of the still gnawing desire to want to see him again. "All right, 
Phil. Let's get together tomorrow. During the day," she added, thinking it 
would be better and safer that way. She avoided looking at him or the other 
couple, still terribly shamed. "But I want you to take me home now. Mom'll 
be worried." 

"Sure, baby," the boy told her, grinning broadly. There'd be that next time, 
that next chance, he thought to himself, and next time I won't fail... 

And outside on the screen, the teacher's buttocks were flexing and hollowing 
rapidly as he drove himself hard into the writhing young girl student 
underneath him. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his body, her ankles 
locked in a lewd death-like grip over his back. His giant cock was spearing 
into her tight wet cunt like a steel piston, bringing grunts of 
indescribable joy to her mumbling lips. 

That should have been me right now, Phil Bradley told himself as he looked 
at the man on the screen. And by God, if soon will be... 

That was almost me, Chris Marlowe moaned inwardly as she stared at the young 
blonde girl who resembled her so much. It so very nearly was, but now I know 
better, and it won't be until I'm married... 

But Vince and Ginger smiled at one another and knew that it would be Phil 
who would win out in the end. They smiled, secretly to themselves, for they 
knew that he would continue to work on his little virgin girlfriend until he 
had finally gotten her hot little tail... 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Good-night," Chris said at the door of her apartment. She looked sadly into 
the handsome face of the young boy, and then fleetingly to Vince and Ginger, 
who were standing to one side. 

"Gee, I-" Phil Bradley faltered, licking his lips contritely. 

"Don't apologize any more. I said I'd see you tomorrow." She took the keys 
out of her purse and opened the door, unaware that it was still unlocked 
from when Phil's father had moved the latch lever around a short time 
before. "Early tomorrow, okay?" 

"Sure, Chris. That'll be swell." 

She closed the door and slumped against it, cradling her head in the crook 
of her arm, suddenly feeling very tired. In spite of it being early, the 
close call with her virginity had exhausted her mentally and physically, and 
she trembled, her head still swirling from the madness which had overcome 
her. The effects of seeing Vince and Ginger making love while a pornographic 
movie flickered incessantly in front of her, and then to have Phil nearly 
rape her with his excitedly throbbing penis and ejaculate all over her naked 
vagina... my God, would she ever feel free and clean? 

She quivered abjectly, for even now the crazed whirlwind refused to leave 
her alone. The marijuana and alcohol were still coursing through her blood, 
filling her body with their tingling effervescent impulses, goading her on 
until she thought she was going to faint. 

She gripped the doorknob, looking across the darkened living room, and then 
sucked in her breath, a soft moan escaping from her lips. Her mother was 
here, awake! Chris could tell because the door to her bedroom was slightly 
ajar, and a shaft of light speared from the crack, slanting across the 
otherwise black living room. Chris looked down at herself, smoothing her 
dress with fumbling, trembling fingers, praying that she'd been able to get 
off all of the boy's sticky, hot semen from her thighs and vagina, and there 
weren't any tell-tale signs of what had happened to her. As it was, she was 
naked under her skirt, her soiled, wet panties having been thrown out of the 
car window as they had left the drive-in. She'd simply die if her mother 
confronted her now like this, and noticed something, asking questions until 
the whole sordid truth came out. 

She slipped out of her flats and leaving the lights off, tiptoed across the 
living room toward the kitchen. She was afraid that she would disturb her 
mother, but she had to have something cold and refreshing to drink, her 
throat dry and feeling as parched as though filled with desert sand. She 
opened the refrigerator, and by its little light, removed a carton of milk 
and took down a glass from a nearby shelf, and then poured herself a 
glassful, drinking it down quickly. She sighed gratefully, finding that the 
milk seemed to help settle the hot, nerve-tingling reaction she was feeling 
from the alcohol and drugged cigarettes. The light-headed excitement kept 
running through her, and she didn't want it to bother her when she went to 
bed. She was afraid of the thoughts she would be thinking as it was, and 
would have preferred to sink instantly into oblivion. There was nothing she 
wanted to do this moment as much as to sleep and forget everything about 
this horrid night. 

She walked quietly out of the kitchen, padding on the thick carpet in her 
bare feet, holding her breath tight as she neared her mother's bedroom. She 
had to pass by the slightly ajar door in order to reach her own room, and 
she straightened herself up bravely to pass by. Then she suddenly stopped in 
her tracks. 

There was a groan from her mother's bedroom! 

Oh my God, she's hurt! Chris thought, and her first reaction was to jerk the 
door open as fast as she could. She reached for the handle in the darkness, 
and as her hand came in contact with the cool metal of the knob, she froze 
again. 

Now she heard a harsh male grunt! 

What was going on in there? Who was with her, and what was he doing to her? 
It sounded as though he was hurting her! There was another groan, but it was 
longer this time, and had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone 
was being tortured. The groan was followed by savage slapping sounds as 
though someone was being hit across the buttocks. 

Chris dropped her hand from the door handle and started to back away, 
holding her breath and moving as softly as she could. If she could just get 
to a phone and call the police before they discovered her, perhaps she could 
save her mother's life! She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being 
careful not to trip, and then turned to work her way back to the kitchen. 
There was a phone on the wall there, and if she could make that, she could 
talk in a whisper and whoever it was that was beating her mother could not 
hear her. It was then that the pleading voice spoke again, loud enough this 
time to be distinct. 

"Oh God! Yesss! Yes, do it to meeeee!" 

It was her mother again, and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate 
pleading tone her daughter had never heard before. Chris paled in the 
darkness and stood still for a moment, uncertain of what to do now. The man 
was obviously hurting her, but it didn't sound like it was against her will 
the way she was almost begging him to continue. What should she do? Perhaps 
he was forcing her to plead with him; perhaps he was a sadist like some of 
the men she had read about in her psychology class who enjoyed hearing women 
cry out for mercy. 

She was almost ready to begin for the phone again when the noises suddenly 
grew stronger. Her mother's voice was muffled and sobbing, but still she was 
asking for it, and in fact, was pleading for more. The male voice was not 
distinct enough to make out clearly. Chris stood breathlessly on the carpet, 
trying to make up her mind what to do, for she couldn't call the police or 
anyone else unless she was certain about what was going on. 

She had to find out, and there was only one way! 

She took a deep breath and silently crept back toward the door. Her whole 
body tensed as she brushed the door with her fingers, opening the slight 
crack wider so that she could see. 

There was a squeak! 

Her heart stopped and she dared not to breathe. They must have heard it, it 
had been so loud. But no, there were still the strange noises coming from 
inside without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. 
The door gave a little more under her pressure, and the noises became more 
discernible to her. She could hear the sounds of heavy rushed breathing and 
the staccato Of squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and 
moans of pain and pleasure. The thin crack of light widened into the living 
room as she inched the door open a fraction at a time. The light blinded her 
and she could not see for a moment-but the sounds continued unabated by her 
silent and unknown intrusion. 

Her eyes adjusted to the intensity of the narrow path of light streaming 
into her face and the end of the bed came into view by tiny degrees. The 
fear of what she was going to see restricted her chest as though it was 
wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was shaking violently, but 
suddenly it stilled! 

A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine! 

There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace with Mr. Bradley, 
Phil's father! Her boyfriend's father and her own mother! 

She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to retain her balance 
and keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to 
become sick and vomit from the sudden shock of the unbelievable sight before 
her eyes. Horrified, the teenaged girl tried to blot the scene from her 
eyes, but she could not. She was rooted to the spot, unable to move or to do 
more than watch in detached revulsion the ravishment of her mother's drunken 
and more than willing body on the swaying bed across the room. The foot of 
the bed was pointed right at the door so that she could even see Phil's 
father's thick, hard cock disappearing and reappearing into the vertical, 
tightly locked lips of her mother's vagina with each cruel thrust he made 
into her. Her legs were splayed out wide on either side of his plunging body 
and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then fold them around 
his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling 
him into her with all of her strength. 

Chris could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she 
struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper inside her. His hands 
were beneath and cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength 
that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. Chris strained 
her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vaginal mouth 
clasping tightly around it, as though it was a hungry child nibbling 
voraciously at the last banana in the world. She could see the thinly parted 
pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran 
the full length of the underside of his large, erect penis. 

Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure 
were becoming more desperate as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of 
her daughter stayed glued hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking 
place on the bed. Her wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury 
by Phil's father, who was fucking hard down into her, driving her back down 
into the covers with each vagina splitting surge. The loud slap of belly 
against belly resounded through the room like tiny distant claps of thunder. 
Her legs curled and uncurled in wild final desperation around the driving 
hips that flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with every long, 
powerful stroke. Chris held her breath again, for the hundredth time since 
she had discovered her mother being fucked so viciously and wildly by Mr. 
Bradley. A tightening sensation caught her in the depths of her muscle-taut 
belly while she blinked her eyes still hazy from the marijuana and sangria, 
trying to bring herself to believe that she was truly seeing what was taking 
place. My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of lewdness and 
lust-even the lewd upside down intercourse of Vince and Ginger and the 
wildness she's seen in the film weren't as bad as this. They were the acts 
of animals, strangers whom she didn't care about, but this! This was her own 
mother! 

Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled down her cheeks in silent 
torment. There was her mother making like some gutter tramp rolling in naked 
abandoned lust beneath her own boy friend's father, she thought insanely, 
her mind whirling with confused, distorted emotions. Some mother, always 
lecturing her on not giving away her precious body on watching out for hands 
and mouths, always talking about staying pure and innocent. What a bunch of 
crap it had been, what a load of hypocrisy! Her mother was betraying the 
very honor that she'd fought to keep when she'd been with Phil! She should 
run in there and tear the two of them apart! 

But as Phil's father continued to plunge his rock-hard cock deep down into 
her mother's moist, open vagina, fucking her with long, hard strokes, she 
found herself watching with forbiddingly lewd fascination. His gleaming wet 
instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her ragged pink cunt 
like a well-oiled piston, his heavy, sperm-laden balls smacking rhythmically 
into the wet, throbbing crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below. The 
obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her, and though her mind rebelled, and she 
knew that she should break in on them or turn away and leave them alone, she 
couldn't do anything but stare in wide-eyed concentration. 

The sweet, acrid smoke of the marijuana still curling through her blood, 
fusing with the alcohol, igniting the smoldering coals of passion which had 
only been held in abeyance after their flaming arousal before. Her mind 
seemed to open out like a budding flower as she continued to gape in 
horrified disbelief at her mother twisting lustfully to the depraved fucking 
of her vagina, and with each ragged breath her head seemed to lighten as if 
unable to withstand any more of the agony without going insane. What had 
been started in her before by Phil Bradley, the sight of his father fucking 
her mother was now beginning to renew, and she found herself watching with 
steadily widening detachment. She wasn't certain any longer if the naked 
squirming woman was her mother, or even whether the two writhing bodies on 
the bed were real or figments of her imagination. It felt as though they 
were dancing lewdly in her mind, and time and distance grew increasingly 
indefinable. Nothing existed in Chris' world but the scene before her, and 
somehow, she was growing mystically connected to them. 

Her own torso began an involuntarily swaying in time to that of her 
mother's, as her body squirmed in lewd surrender to the pagan ritual that 
was as old as man itself. The muscles of her flesh were as taut as 
bow-strings as she unwantedly reacted to the maddening scene she was 
witnessing, and she jerked as a slow, twitching tendril of excitement teased 
her nipples, then grew in a hotly burning path down her soft, unresisting 
belly to tantalize thrillingly around her pubic hair. It seemed to play for 
a moment around her vaginal mound, and then curled down into the moist, 
ready slit between her thighs, gently scraping at the tiny bud of her 
clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life. The helplessly trembling 
young teenage daughter jerked again at what was happening to her, what her 
body was doing to herself, and squeezed her legs tightly together, but she 
was losing the last vestiges of control which had so narrowly contrived to 
stop her in the theater. She watched with bated breath, beads of 
perspiration breaking out on her forehead, as her mother was being fucked 
within an inch of her life, and she slowly slipped from rational thought, 
her flesh separating from any restrictions her mind might have wished to 
place upon it. 

She was becoming sexually excited, masochistically responding to the 
overwhelming, mind warping scene of fucking before her, and there didn't 
seem to be anything she could do to halt it! She felt herself becoming 
involved more and more, and with a small mewl of horror, she found that her 
hand was creeping of its own volition down along her slippery, trembling 
body. Her fingers crossed the flat plan of her pulsing, rippling stomach to 
rest in the front crevice of her miniskirt, and then they moved under the 
skirt and up to gently touch the matted, honey colored curls of her moistly 
aching cunt. Passion was melting her loins now, flowing through her drugged 
veins, and her other hand raised to press hotly against one palpitating 
breast, making her gasp as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the 
hardening nipple around and around. 

Her own anguished moans, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have 
been heard by her mother and Phil's father had they been listening. But they 
were too absorbed in their thrashings on the bed, incoherent in their wild 
abandoned tempo, and she could probably have screamed herself hoarse and not 
have interrupted them. 

She gathered the hem of her skirt with the hand that had been on her breast, 
unashamed at her naked thighs and moist, pink vaginal slit that she was 
exposing to the same soft light as played upon the nude lovers. She rubbed 
her heated young pussy's wet, inflamed lips up and down, knowing that what 
she was doing was far, far worse than when she did it in the privacy of her 
bedroom, for she was masturbating while watching the salaciously adulterous 
fucking of her mother. But there was nothing she could do to stop herself, 
and continued to finger her naked cuntal valley to the time of the 
methodically ramming cock being buried over and over into her mother. 

Suddenly, an electric shock ripped through her, making her remove her hand. 
Another pair of hands were slipping around her from behind, curling their 
fingers over her hard, tingling breasts. 

"Oh!" she gasped in alarm, jerking backwards against them. 

"Shh!" the voice of Phil Bradley warned from behind her. "They'll hear you, 
and you don't want that, do you?" he whispered in her ear, drawing her back 
still closer to him, pressing his already burgeoning cock into the soft 
yielding crevice between her buttocks. 

"Phil! What-!" she squirmed in his grasp, turning around to face him with 
startled, horror-filled eyes. And then she saw Vince and Ginger standing 
only a few feet in back of him, and she hissed shrilly, "What are you doing 
here?" 

"Well, we went up to my apartment for something to drink," Phil snickered, 
and Vince held up a partially empty bottle of bonded bourbon in mute 
testimony to their success. "Dad wasn't there, see, and then I remembered 
him saying he was going to try and get into your mother's panties tonight 
while we were out, so I thought it might be fun to come back down here and 
see if he had." 

"Jesus, he did too, didn't he?" Ginger giggled, her eyes brightly lit with 
the lewd scene she could witness through the still open bedroom doorway. 

"Yeah, Phil's old man is really fucking the shit out of her," Vince chortled 
in a low, lewd whisper. 

"Stop it! All of you, stop it!" she whispered shrilly. "That's my mother 
he's with!" 

"Yeah, we know," Phil laughed with a crude chuckle, "And she looks like 
she's having a fine time at it!" 

"Ohhhh, this is terrible," Chris groaned in shame and loathing. "And get 
your hands off of me this instant!" She tried to squirm free of the 
clutching hands on her breasts, feeling once more the numbing arousal from 
his touch as he ground his loins into her throbbing buttocks. She feared to 
say anything too loud, or make too much of a protest for fear that her 
mother would discover them, and that would only make the already miserable 
situation that much worse. 

But Phil wasn't about to release his hold, and he shoved his hardened penis 
into her quivering thighs, pressing her skirt into the soft, trembling 
crevices while his hands continued their lascivious massaging of her soft, 
tender breasts. "Now, what are you getting so upset over? We've all been 
standing behind you for the last five minutes at least, watching my dad fuck 
your mother, and you putting your hand up under your skirt and play with 
your own pussy." 

"Stop it, Phil! You're sick to talk that way!" 

"We'll see who's sick in just a few minutes. Come on, invite us to stay, 
baby. Vince and Ginger, they're my friends, and we all stick together, so 
it's just as if we were alone, you and I." 

"No! No, you'd better leave," she moaned. 

"Now why would we want to do that, baby, especially since the party's just 
starting all over again," Phil said curtly, and he tightened his grip on her 
pulsing breasts, and she could feel his excited breathing in her ear as he 
pressed her to him. 

Her stomach began to knot with the beginning ripples of fear, and her young 
face burned with livid embarrassment from her confusion, her mind unable to 
think of immediate words of clarity. She didn't want to hear any more of his 
horrible words, or stand the shame of them seeing her mother's lewd 
disgrace, and tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as she looked 
once more into the bedroom and saw the obscene picture of Phil's father's 
hard glistening penis spearing mercilessly into her mother's open and 
receptive cunt. She was suddenly filled with the grim dread that she too 
might soon be filled with cruel hard flesh if she wasn't able to fight off 
the boy's savage attack, for his fingers were caressing her breasts and 
manipulating her nipples with increased urgency, and she could tell that he 
was becoming increasingly excited with every passing second that he held her 
in his grip. Oh no! she thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible 
reasoning, her simple dread of a moment before giving way to that of rising 
panic and the first stages of sheer horror. Oh, dear God, no, it wouldn't 
happen to her, not in front of everybody like this! It couldn't! 

She heard snickers of lewdness ripple softly from Vince and Ginger, and her 
stomach-clutched dread advanced to near paralyzing terror as she struggled 
and gaped at the three youthful marijuana stoned masks of lust. The obscene 
helplessness of her position coupled with the warm reminders of her previous 
arousal caused a strange and fluttering sensation deep in her belly. It 
intensified each time Phil moved his loins behind her, and she could feel 
his hard penis buttressing deeper into the open, unprotected crevice of her 
quivering, defensively clenched buttocks. 

Good Lord, she had to fight him, she told herself. She shut her eyes, 
squirming in his tightly closing arms, every move she made making her 
breasts throb stronger with unwanted sensation, but she wasn't able to fight 
strongly enough. If she resisted, they were bound to be discovered, and the 
last thing she wanted to happen was for her mother to discover that she'd 
been spying on her, aroused to the point of masturbating while watching. 

"Hey, calm down, baby," Phil said, pretending at pacifying her. "You're 
upset over nothing. Now, just relax and have a drink. We could set off an 
atom bomb out here now and they wouldn't hear us! 

She shook her head as she gazed up in his pitiless dull-brown eyes, her mind 
struggling for the proper words of entreaty, but then Vince crossed over and 
thrust the bottle at her. She refused to take it, and Phil grabbed it and 
shoved it at her face. 

"Please," she whispered, "I don't want-" 

"Drink it, you stuck-up little bitch, or I'll force it down your throat!" he 
snarled in a low, menacing tone, his smile leaving him as abruptly as it had 
come. He lifted her head by her hair and thrust the neck of the bottle to 
her lips. She clenched them tightly together in a vain attempt to ward off 
the terrible taste of the straight bourbon, but he pressed harder, forcing 
her mouth open. Hot, burning alcohol sizzled down inside her, and she 
coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was further pressure 
on the narrow confines of her throat. At first, it made her sick to her 
stomach, but with each gradual bit, it began to deaden her feelings. She 
found herself almost wishing there would be more, for the alcohol was slowly 
but perceptively deadening her sense of dread. A dread of what was almost 
certain to come. 

Between her gulpings, Phil played his hands over the smooth round contours 
of her buttocks behind her, and in spite of the deadening effects of the 
liquor, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away. "God damn, you're 
luscious," he moaned, increasing the pressure. 

"It can't be! It just can't be!" she whined, shaking her head in utter 
disbelief. "What... what are you planning to do!" she heard herself ask 
foolishly. 

A wave of soft, knowing laughter came down at her for her answer, and she 
gaped incredulously at the mockingly grinning faces, one to the other, the 
evil, drunken countenances of the young men and the girl obscene with their 
lust. 

"Get her god-damned clothes off!" Ginger hissed eagerly. 

"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" she gasped. 

Her piteous supplications were cut short by Phil's rough hand suddenly 
gripping her miniskirt. There was a low tearing sound as the skirt was 
ripped free of her, exposing all of her firm full thighs and wetly matted 
vagina, still warm and moist from her earlier secretions and Phil's cum in 
the station wagon before. 

The boy caressed the lust inciting nakedness of her inner thighs, his 
nostrils flaring in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the 
smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her 
naked buttocks, momentarily delighted in the further groans it brought from 
her lips as she screwed back against him in sudden pain. And then he 
viciously worked at the clasp of her brassiere with trembling fingers, and 
it snapped apart, her young, full breasts, large and resilient, falling 
free. 

She gasped, her nipples springing into defensive hardness, their tiny 
bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the lust-crazed eyes of 
the others. She was wild with fear now, and even the deadening effect of the 
liquor failed to protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was 
happening to her. 

She was going to be raped! 

Raped by a boy who thought nothing of compassion and acted only like an 
animal. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of 
what her fate would surely be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in 
the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she 
saw the first stream of light from the door of her mother's bedroom tonight, 
and there was no way of turning back. The triumphantly grinning Phil's 
fingertips teased her naked breasts, and the hardness of his penis in the 
soft unresisting slit between her exposed white trembling buttocks were too 
much for her to bear, and all she could do was whimper helplessly as his 
other hand slowly, deliciously gathered up to her moistly waiting cunt. 

"Ohhh, no... No, don't touch me there... " 

Phil had a hard time swallowing the laugh he felt. "A fine one to tell me 
that," he whispered wetly. "That's where my hand was before, and where I saw 
you rubbing your fingers up and down. Damned right I'm going to touch you 
there again, and I'm going to do a lot more than that to that sweet little 
cherry pussy of yours." 

Chris moaned and tried to pull away, using all of their strength to overcome 
the swirling feelings billowing up against her will deep in her belly and 
vagina. But suddenly, she felt the skirt reach the top of her thighs, and a 
cool rush of air sweep in contact with the searingly hot flesh of her soft, 
naked genitals. A ravishing shock rippled along her white, bare legs as the 
second time that night, Phil Bradley slipped a finger into the narrow, 
sensitive slit of her cunt, slowly inserting it through her satin, golden 
pubic curls and making delicious contact with the throbbing head of her 
clitoris. 

Oh God! She wanted to scream out, but there was nothing the silently sobbing 
girl could do as she held it back, the unwanted pleasure of his touch rising 
from deep in her chest. To her horror, she found herself as before, reacting 
to the fantastically overwhelming desire caresses on her breast and vagina 
gave her. She was excessively wet between her trembling white thighs, and 
her hips jerked in unintentional rhythm to the teasing of her clitoris and 
pink, moist, hungrily demanding pussy. 

Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but then he was 
forcing her to kneel down on all fours in front of him on the carpet, still 
in such a position so that she could watch her mother being fucked by his 
father's brutishly large penis sawing rhythmically in and out of her cunt. 
Unable to fight her raging emotions any longer, Chris allowed the two boys 
and Ginger to lustfully gaze at the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs, 
and tender beauty of her ivory, quivering buttocks, and the pink, moist 
crevice with its soft pubic hair that only partially covered the now 
swollen, aching lips of her virginal cunt. 

"Oh, God, please, Phil, let me up. No... No boy's even put his thing inside 
me before. Nobody!" 

"As I told you before, there's a first time for everything, baby," he panted 
into her ear with uncontrolled passion. "See? See there on the bed? Your 
mother knows all about fucking. She knows what to do with a man's cock!" 

Chris gaped, her attention riveted momentarily on her mother and Phil's 
father. Her mother's legs quivered straight up in the air and then wrapped 
python-like back again around his waist. Her hands slid-slowly down his body 
and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, 
whitening from the pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, while 
below, her cunt flowered open in further welcoming acceptance. It swallowed 
the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk. Small piteous 
pleas of passionate supplication rolled from her lips, and from the man came 
lewd and horrible words that Chris had seldom heard except in whispers from 
the more daring girls at school. "See that?" Phil taunted again, loosening 
his own pants, his urge to fuck the little virgin beyond all control now. 
"See? Your mother's got her pussy so wide that Dad can fuck her right up to 
her belly!" 

"Ohhh, dear God!" she mewled deliriously. She had seen the boy slide his 
pants down out of the corner of her eye, and saw his thick, hard cock in his 
hand like before, then felt him press his way between her legs, spreading 
her buttocks unmercifully. He guided his burgeoning penis forward, the thick 
rubbery head of his cock parting the pink fleshy lips of her expectantly 
quivering cunt, and she groaned as she felt the first hard pressure he made 
against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. She wanted to recoil in 
horror and fear, but she was petrified into utter subjugation by the 
unwanted, involuntary heat which was flowing from her sensitively aroused 
little cunt. 

He pushed, flexing his loins forward, his hands holding her nakedly curved 
hips in an iron-like grip- "Uhhhhggg!" she cried out as the tip of his penis 
slipped past her swollen wet pussy lips, stretching cruelly the soft 
resilient passage until she felt as though her thighs were splitting wide 
apart from the almost unbearable pressure. "Uhhhgggg!" 

"Shut up, baby." Phil whispered in a soft, crazed voice. "Christ, they'll 
hear you if you shout like that!" 

"But it hurts!" she murmured pityingly. "You're hurting me!" 

Suddenly Lou Bradley raised up on his arms and frowned. "You hear something, 
Angie?" he asked, holding Chris' mother tightly to him by the long shaft of 
his cock. 

Chris and Phil froze in their lewd position, not daring to breathe. 

Then the anguished mother sobbed: "No, no but I don't care any more. Not 
now, not after what you've already done. Hurry up and finish me," she 
gasped, arching upwards. "You wanted me so badly that you raped me. Well 
fuck me now, Lou, fuck me in my damned cunt... Oh Lord, that's it, that's 
the way! Ohhhh God, you feel so wonderful inside me, you bastard!" 

Phil Bradley, seeing the danger of discovery was past, drove heavily into 
the tight virginal cunt of the young, helplessly kneeling girl, spearing up 
into her open belly without tenderness or regard, ripping through her hymen 
as though it was a piece of fragile tissue paper. His plunging cock slid 
into her tender cuntal passage with a roaring fury, pushing the soft, moist 
flesh of her walls in pulsing waves before it. There was no stopping him 
now, not until with a loud slap of his testicles against the underside of 
her upraised vagina, he had buried all of his hot, fleshy erection deep up 
inside her tightly imprisoned body. 

He lay unmoving for a moment, his face contorted in a grimace of sheer, raw 
triumph at the debauching sight of her firm white buttocks helpless and 
impaled beneath him, the entire length of his young hard cock sunk lewdly 
into the tight, wet sheath of her warm, painfully stretched pussy. Chris 
felt an agony like burning coals alive in her belly, and her soft, sensitive 
flesh was one mass of living hell-fire from the explosion of his attack. She 
was shocked insensate, and stayed quiet with him, unable to stir for fear of 
discovery by her mother and the greater pain it would cause her. Silence, 
save for the moanings on the bed and her labored breathing was all that hung 
in the air. 

And then he flexed his throbbing, iron-hard shaft inside her, and the length 
and breadth of her penetrated vagina jerked with spasming torment. 

"Nnnnngggg!" she moaned through desperately clenched teeth. "God, oh God, it 
hurts!" Then Phil started a slow rocking motion between her thighs, and she 
spread her legs out wider in an effort to relieve some of the agony, flexing 
and unflexing her inner thighs and buttocks as he slid in and out of the 
moist, wet hole of her hopelessly invaded cunt. She wriggled and undulated, 
hoping to find some way of withstanding the screaming pain which was lancing 
up from the shattered remains of her virginity, wondering through the haze 
of her anguish how she could have ever considered for one second doing 
voluntarily what Phil was doing to her. 

But gradually, as he worked his long, thickly glistening penis slowly around 
in her agonized cunt, the original pain subsided, and her vaginal lips and 
passage grew a little more accustomed to his penetration, her pink, 
hair-lined flesh stretching so that his rhythmic entry was easier. In the 
place of the horrible torture, came the tiny lewd tendrils of desire again, 
curling up from where she had been so savagely assaulted, and without 
realizing it at first, she burst out in a warm sweat and her body began to 
twist and buck. She found that to her surprise she was responding by arching 
back against his loins as if she was demanding more of his cock, more and 
with longer, harder strokes. 

Phil, sensing her turn, complied feverishly, moving above her and cupping 
each of her rotating buttocks with his hands, drawing his prick nearly out 
of the young teenager's tightly clasping pussy on the backstroke, and 
plunging forward again until she felt his balls slap harshly against the 
wide-splayed flesh of her cuntal crevice. She slavered her tongue hotly 
around her lips, low humms of velvety pleasure emitting from her throat 
instead of tormented cries, and she began to fervently understand the 
delights of sexual attraction. There was no longer the slightest thought of 
resistance, and she surrendered herself to the delicious sensation of 
kneeling slavishly before this boy, while glassy-eyed she raised her head 
and stared smiling at her mother. 

She and her mother were both being fucked by men, being fucked by a father 
and his son, and loving it, wanting it... if innately responding to her 
daughter, Angie squirmed on the bed in lewd throes of passion beneath Lou 
Bradley's wildly spearing cock. Chris' own enrapturement from the penis 
pumping madly into her uptilted vagina was heightened as she watched with 
complete absorption as her mother spread her legs wider, and her boyfriend's 
father's hand moved teasingly beneath her undulating buttocks. She could see 
the tip of Bradley's finger tantalizingly circle the puckered ring of her 
mother's anus, and then suddenly slip through the protective fleshy 
sphincter ring and disappear in her rectum. It was like Phil's cock bursting 
through her own hymen seconds before, she thought dreamily, and she listened 
to the long, tortured wail coming from her mother, and watched her legs kick 
out in the air again and her toes curl. But then with a sigh of contentment, 
the pain eased, just as it had for Chris, and she locked her legs back up 
behind his back, and ground with her vagina and anus hungrily against both 
of his probing members. 

The teenage girl's cunt seemed to open in greedy supplication now, 
swallowing the whole of Phil's penis as he plunged it mercilessly to her 
core, and as he quickened his thrustings, hot pulsating shocks of excitement 
made her thrash wildly on the carpet. She opened the plane of her crotch as 
wide as she could to the pile-driving poundings of his loins, and left his 
hands as they ran over her like the licking flames of a fire. His body was 
hot friction against hers, and she knew at last why her mother and Ginger, 
and yes, even the girl in the movie, were so eager for sex. This was it! 
This is what she'd been denying herself, but for no reason she could find 
acceptable any more. This was so good... how could any feeling this 
wonderful be wrong? It was too gooodddd... 

"Ohhhh, yes, Phil," she said deliriously. "Ohhh, yes!" 

"Tell me better," he hissed. "Tell me exactly what you want!" 

"Ohhhh... Do it to me! I never thought anything could be this wonderful! Do 
it to me!" 

"Say it the right way!" he commanded impatiently. "Tell me you like me 
fucking you!" 

"Ohhhh, God, I... I like you f-fucking me," she whispered, but then he 
levered forward again, and she cried out passionately, "Ohhh yeeesss! Like 
that! Fuck my hot little cunt!" 

She didn't care if her mother or Phil's father heard her, not any longer, 
not with the crazy mixture of passion, desire, and lust running rampant 
through her greedily writhing body. She didn't care about anything or 
anybody-except for the boy's raging, surging young cock. 

"I figured you'd like to get fucked all the time once you had your first 
taste of it," he gloated down over her nakedly hollowing buttocks. 

"Oh, yes! Yes, you can fuck me, Phil... You can fuck my any time you want! 
Ohhh, this is wonderful!" She was willing to agree to anything so long as he 
wouldn't stop the delicious strokings of his hardened cock into her 
newly-awakened pussy. She was shocked to hear what her own traitorous lips 
were saying, but the only thing which mattered for her desire-maddened mind 
and body was to be fucked... to be fucked and cum, to reach that apex of 
ecstasy deep within her belly and loins. 

"That's my hot little bitch!" Phil panted and he surged forward still 
harder, and her whole being became enveloped in the pressing lusts of the 
flesh. She looked up again, sucking in the hot air her aching lungs 
required, panting with sexual frenzy, catching in her fevered gaze the thick 
pummeling cock of Phil's father as it fused with her mother's hungrily 
sucking cunt, sinking far into her open vaginal lips as his balls bounced 
with a flat, rhythmic sound off of her wide-stretched, nakedly squirming 
buttocks. And the lascivious sight only spurred the lovely young daughter 
on, for she felt a new kinship with her mother, and knew now what made the 
difference between being a child and a woman. 

"Fuck... Fuck me... " she moaned. "Cum... Cum in me, Phil... " 

"I will!" he groaned in reply. "I will! Fuck back harder, baby! I'm... I'm 
almost there! Fuck harder!" 

She panted and writhed, then heard him suck in his breath just as a long, 
guttural wail came bursting from the grimacing lips of his father on top of 
her mother. She saw Mr. Bradley shudder and quicken his pumpings, jerking 
his loins as she cried out in abandoned release. Behind her, Phil's penis, 
like a huge unrelenting animal, suddenly expanded and throbbed, and she held 
her breath, bracing herself. Her first male cum! The first time a boy had 
emptied his balls into her belly! She knew in an illogical flash of thought 
that it wouldn't be the last time... and then his cock bulged with his hot 
white fluid, and she could feel the semen rush up the underside of his penis 
and splash deep up inside her thirstily accepting pussy, causing the warm 
smooth flesh of her cuntal walls to pulse in time to the rhythmical spurts. 

She shivered uncontrollably and reacted with delirious joy. "Ohhhh, Phil... 
Ohhhh, shoot it all the way up into my belly!" Then her cries were abruptly 
cut off as she arched her buttocks back against him and clenched her greedy 
young cunt lips hungrily at his cock as it continued to erupt deep up inside 
her womb, her own orgasmic juices mingling with his sperm and overflowing 
inside her eagerly milking channel. The overflow surged from her hungrily 
gripping vaginal lips and ran hotly down her thighs and buttocks, and she 
felt completely void of all normal emotion as the paralyzing orgasm covered 
her like a warm blanket, deadening her nerves until she couldn't feel 
anything but one huge miraculous delight. 

As even as she bucked and undulated against the wildly fucking boy, feeling 
his cock still pump out his hot thick sperm and her quivering vaginal walls 
soak up his juices in an impossible dream of sensation, she heard her mother 
scream out her own climax. 

"Ohhhh, Lou! I'm cumming! I'm... cummmiiinnngggg!" 

The cry turned into a low, unearthly gurgle as her buttocks slowed their 
wild scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight 
against the penis which was sunk deep into her belly. At the same time, 
Phil's father groaned above her and ground down hard inside her vagina, his 
thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb its white, milky sperm deep into the 
mother's visibly quivering loins. The rich creamy fluid filled her hungrily 
demanding pussy, and white rivulets of sperm flowed from the moist, hot 
swollen lips of her throbbing vaginal slit to stream down the wide pink slit 
and pool around her still jerking buttocks on the bed covers below. The 
couple spasmed nakedly up against one another for a moment longer, and then 
lay still. 

Chris stared with dulled, waxy eyes, and her legs refused to support her any 
longer, acting as though made of rubber, and splaying obscenely back on 
either side of the boy's still heaving body. Her flesh was beaten, bruised, 
and satiated, and a temporarily flickering remembrance of shame and 
humiliation returned to her, only to fade away as she sighed dreamily, lost 
in her newly discovered world of sensuality. She could never return to her 
old naive, virginal ways, not now with her first experience with sex, but 
she had to admit that she'd traded her innocence for something better, for a 
more enriching life, and now she truly knew the difference between a child 
and a woman... 

Exhausted, feeling herself soiled but pleasantly euphoric with tingling 
sensations, she rolled over and sighed again-and then her eyes happened to 
glance across to the open door of the bedroom. 

Suddenly her eyes flew open all the way, as with startled clarity, sanity 
returned to her and she realized who she was and where she was and who was 
pulling his thick, sperm drained cock from between her nakedly open cunt 
lips. A greater guilt surged through her in that one split second of 
comprehension, she recognized the naked woman standing horrified in the 
doorway, the back of her hand tightly clenched to her mouth, her eyes as big 
as dinner plates. 

Chris tottered upright, unmindful that all of her own naked, sweat drenched 
body was in the light of the bedroom lamps, and the mingling of Phil's cum 
and her own orgasmic secretions were glistening like some lewd paint on her 
flushed, trembling skin. She could only stare back at the woman in utter 
mortification. "Oh God, Mother!" 

CHAPTER SIX 

"Chris!" 

Angie Marlowe's heart leaped wretchedly in her constricted chest, and she 
began to shake uncontrollably, cringing from the lewd, unbelievable sight 
before her. "Oh God, no! Chris!" 

It couldn't be her daughter, her darling, lovely young child. But God, it 
was, and she mewled with total horror and anguish, unable to tear her eyes 
from young, firm body. She recoiled in loathing at the gleaming sight of the 
thin white cum which coated the blonde, matted pubic hair and shone wetly in 
the bedroom's light on the tender, soft pink flesh of her inner thighs, and 
wanted to cry out in torment and grief as she saw more lewd white semen 
seeping from her open vaginal lips as her child choked and sputtered for 
words. 

"M-Mother... " Little Chris' jaw moved up and down abjectly, soundlessly as 
she locked her frightened eyes on her mother's face, unable to think of the 
words in the blurring shock of having been found like this. She staggered to 
her bare feet, and nakedly started across the carpet, tears of humiliation 
and shame washing down her young cheeks that were blanched a chalky white. 

"F-Forgive me, Mother," Chris managed to stammer. "Please, please don't hate 
me." 

"I'm the one who must be forgiven darling," Angie wept openly. "You... you 
saw Phil's father making love to me, and you were only trying to get back at 
my betrayal. of your father. I'm so ashamed!" Her words were a choking, 
almost unintelligible moan of agony. "Ohhhh, this is all my fault!" 

"No... No, Mother... " 

The lovely teenager looked at her mother with trembling humiliation, at her 
smooth, fresh skin flushed a rosy hue from her sexual excitement, and her 
scarlet tipped nipples and her full, round white breasts heaved with the 
gasping breaths she tried to suck into her lungs. Then she looked lower, 
over the flatness of her belly, and down to the soft pubic mound nestling 
between her quivering thighs, and at the swollen inflamed red vaginal slit, 
and her well fucked, sperm covered vagina. 

"No," she repeated in a low, choking voice. "I... I saw you and Mr. Bradley, 
that's true... But I was excited by it, so excited that I let Phil d-do it 
to me while we both watched you on the bed. I-I want to be fucked, and if 
you hadn't found me, I would have probably let him fuck me again and again, 
as many times as he wanted to." 

Angie swallowed hard, her shame-parched throat spasming with guilt. She 
didn't see or hear anybody else in the room other than her daughter, her 
mind only intent upon her as the lewd confession struck fire in her and sent 
her stomach churning into a convulsive knot. 

"You... you can't mean that, darling. You're young, w-with no experience, 
but I... I should have known better. Ohhh, I'm not fit to be your mother, 
Chris, I'm not fit to live!" 

"Then-Then neither am I," Chris said softly. 

"Ohhh, Chris!" her mother mewled, and unable to stand her grief a moment 
longer, she rushed to her child and hugged her in her arms. "I love you so 
much!" 

"And... and I love you, Mother." She held onto her, clinging as if for her 
very life's support, her face pressed to her throbbing breasts. 

Lou Bradley had been watching this incredulously at first, but now with 
lewd, corrupt cynicism. He viewed the temptingly lovely girl as tenderly 
Angie cradled her head to her breast, and he was becoming more aroused by 
the naked, excitingly innocent body of the teenager with every passing 
second. He rubbed his sweating hand up and down the bare skin of his 
muscular sides, his eye burning holes of lust and desire through the two 
sensual women who were pressed tightly together in a naked embrace. 

"Touching little scene, isn't it, Son?" he smiled callously. 

Phil glanced at his father and broke out in a knowing grin. "A real 
tear-jerker, Dad. They ought to be on television. 

Ginger and Vince, feeling sudden relief at the fact that they were safe, 
snickered at the joke appreciatively. 

Angie looked around at the man who had taken her so roughly and made her 
into a quivering mass of inhuman flesh under his driving cock, and her 
cheeks flared red with indignation and rage. "You... you beast! It's as much 
your fault as mine! Get out! All of you leave us alone!" Then she said 
softly to Chris: "Come on, darling. Get your clothes on and well talk things 
over. Well work something out, don't worry." 

"Yes, Mother... " 

"Not so fast, Angie, baby," Bradley snapped harshly. "We're not leaving yet, 
not by a long shot. I'm not through with you." 

"Oh God!" she gasped, a ghostly tremor rippling over her skin as she stared 
wildly into the man's eyes, clearly seeing what lewdly degrading ideas were 
behind his harsh, brutal command. "Oh God, you're .. You're worse than I 
could have dreamed! If you try to keep us here, I'll call the police! I 
swear I will!" 

"I don't think you'd be that foolish, Angie," he sneered contemptuously. "If 
you did, then everybody would know that you're Mrs. Marlowe, the adulterer! 
You think anybody would believe you after they find out about what went on 
between us, or between your daughter and my son? And I've got' two witnesses 
right here," he waved a hand in the direction of Vince and Ginger, "who'll 
back up any story I might wish to tell." 

Angie's mind whirled from the humiliation of listening to this coldly 
depraved man while he uttered still more contemptuous words. "I've got a 
good mind to tell everything anyway. I could very easily, and if you think 
your escapade with me is upsetting to you now, how would you like your 
husband to find out about you and your daughter? How you both wanted me and 
my son to fuck you over and over, until you were cumming out of every pore 
of your body? What would happen to your marriage and family then?" 

"You-you wouldn't tell him!" she groaned, stumbling back and dropping her 
arms from Chris, her nerves suddenly shattered. 

"Not if you're nice to me, my dear. We're both adults, aren't we? I'm sure 
that if you try hard, you can figure out how much my silence is worth." 

"Blackmail!" the horrified mother cried out. "Money... you want money?" she 
babbled frantically. "How... how much?" 

"I don't want your money," Bradley spat with a derisive smirk. "No, there 
are other goodies that you and your daughter have that are better, 
considering the secret which you want kept about the two of you." 

Angie shook desperately,. gaping at the evil, cruelly sneering man. It took 
a long moment for her to get hold of her thoughts, her mind a seething 
torrent of agony and despair. He wanted her again. He wanted to debase and 
humiliate her more than he'd done before, and what could she do to stop it? 
He was forcing her to submit to whatever he wanted to do to her in exchange 
for saving her marriage and the reputation of her child. She would, for 
Chris' sake, but she became nauseated as she imagined the degrading 
sensation of this handsome but bestial man's cock buried deep up inside her 
defenseless vagina again. She knew that she would almost die from the 
humiliation of it all. 

"Oh God," she moaned and fell back another step, her whole body trembling, 
her nude flesh breaking out in a cold sweat of goose-bumps. "I can't make 
love to someone whose not my husband again. I just can't!" 

"Yes, you can," Bradley coaxed, thick lips shining as he licked them. "And 
you will, if not for yourself, then for your daughter's sake. You're going 
to get fucked and fucked good, or otherwise well ruin you forever!" 

Angie had to face the stark, cold fact that there was no other choice if she 
wanted him to always keep what she and Chris had done a deep secret from her 
husband, and if she didn't do what he was so lewdly demanding, she knew that 
she would lose Dave and be castigated beyond belief. Her hips and rounded 
buttocks flinched from the searing expectation of the cruel man's penis 
sliding between them again, and she felt close to losing her mind to the 
horrible reality of the situation. She hung her head in whimpering 
surrender, not knowing what to do or say. 

"Ahh, I see that you've come around to your senses, my dear," Phil's father 
grinned sadistically. "All right, you and your daughter go into the bedroom. 
Well be right behind, all of us for all of you! 

Angie suddenly turned on him, anger flaming from her hurt, anguished eyes. 
"No! I'll go in there with you, and do whatever you want! But leave my child 
out of this! She's only fifteen! Can't you see that she's been through 
enough already?" 

"The hell she has," he snarled in return. "Hell, she's standing there with 
nothing on, her titties hot with excitement and her cunt still wet with cum, 
and she's just begging to be fucked again!" 

"No! I'll never let you near her! Even if it means ruining my marriage, I 
won't!" 

"It'll be her ruin as well as yours if she doesn't!" he bellowed, his cock 
now hard and erectly pointing from his loins in a lewd display of frenzied 
incontinence. "I swear if you two don't do exactly what I want, I'll go to 
that prig of a husband and tell him everything!" 

"He... he will, Mother," Chris said in a moaning whimper. "He'd tell him 
without hesitation, I know he would just to get back at us. We've... got to 
do what he wants, and if you're willing to save me, then I... I can do the 
same for you." She tilted her chin up, trying to show the pride and defiance 
her tender quivering heart didn't feel, and felt her delicately smooth skin 
prickle with the horror and revulsion of her surrender. But she was no 
better than her mother, not after all that had happened, and since she'd 
partially caused this hell they were in, it was only right she should share 
in the punishment as well. "We'll see it through together," she added in a 
soft whisper, "even if it kills us both." 

Through hazed eyes, Angie watched her child lead her into the bedroom, her 
sperm-drenched, young blonde pubic hair visible with every undulation of her 
hips. Then, when the victoriously smiling Lou Bradley, his son, and the 
young Vince and Ginger were all in with them, crowding around with 
lascivious grins on their faces, they were commanded to climb on the semen 
stained covers and lie down. 

The depraved man who stood naked with his pulsing cock pointing straight at 
them, fingered his heavy, swollen sac of testicles. "All right, you 
hot-assed beauties," he breathed callously. "It's going to be 
mother-daughter time for awhile. And for openers, you Chris... finger fuck 
that sweet tight cunt of yours. Let me see you get it all hot like I saw 
your mother do." 

Angie gasped in shame and horror at the salacious demand, never having heard 
of such lewd abandonment of modesty. She saw her daughter slowly slide down 
so that she was lying flat on the bed, and then tremblingly spread-eagle her 
legs so that all of her young, moist, blonde-fringed cunt was in full view 
of her and the others, she realized in a blinding flash that Chris was no 
longer a child. She was a physically complete woman, and could respond to 
all of the sexual sensations that her body could offer her, and Angie wept 
again at the tragic way her daughter was being introduced to the world of 
sensual delights. 

"Chris... my darling, my love... " she moaned. 

"It's... It's all right now, Mother, because we have to do it." Chris 
responded with a mewl of undisguised misery. She placed one hand around her 
mother in a comforting gesture of support. "Just keep remembering what it 
would do to Dad if he ever discovered... that... that you let another man 
fuck you." 

"And damned if he won't find out if you don't do what I say," Bradley 
sneered. "Start fingerfucking yourself!" 

The lovely nude teenager groaned, and parted her thighs and rotated her bare 
buttocks deep down on the bed, her other hand moving up and down with soft, 
tantalizing strokes, encircling the satin curls and swollen pink valley of 
her vaginal lips. Angie tried to avert her eyes from the licentious sight of 
the undulating hips and the tender agitating of her throbbing cuntal slit, 
but her gaze only returned, drawn by the very helplessness of it all. She 
swallowed hard, her throat dry, her stomach a thousand butterflies, for 
there was a strange, perverted attraction for the young child's wetly 
shining pubic hair and smooth, unblemished flesh which made her cringe and 
want to pull away, and yet lean closer at the same time. 

"How's it feel, baby?" Phil called out in panting delight. 

"Ohhhhh," Chris moaned in return, her tiny eyes clenched tightly shut, and 
her lips bared back over her teeth. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Ginger taunted. "Come on, admit it!" 

"Yesss, yesss," the already slightly writhing young girl groaned. "My finger 
does feel good... " 

She revolved her fingers in the slightly moistened furrow of her pussy, 
bending her legs slightly to allow her hand greater access as she massaged 
her cuntal slit with perverted excitement. Tears of frustration and 
confusion squeezed between her tight-closed eye lids, for it was true, there 
was a weird, terrifying wetness building between her inner thighs. Her 
obscene helplessness, the grim realization that there was no escape, the 
alcohol and marijuana and her total capitulation to Phil's virile young 
cock... they all blended into a weird, masochistic surrender of her senses 
now. Dear God! She mustn't succumb to the betrayal of her body in front of 
all these nakedly watching people as she had before! She mustn't! But with 
each silky jolt of her sliding, tickling fingers, she realized that her own 
hips were unconsciously starting to grind harder with excitement, and that 
her breasts and vagina was beginning to ache immorally. Her flesh grew 
hotter and redder with sensation, her breasts rose and fell more rapidly in 
unwanted yet uncontrollable reaction, and she leaned against her mother's 
rigid shoulder. "Ooooohhhh," she sighed through her teeth. 

"That's it! That's it!" Lou Bradley cried out in encouragement. 

"More!" the equally excited Vince demanded. "Touch your mother's pussy now!" 

Angie shuddered, almost beside herself with the tensions which tore through 
her flesh. Her eyes glazed as she looked at the lewd manipulations of her 
daughter's cunt, and heard the short, labored gaspings as she twisted down 
against the mattress and fought to quench the fire that was beginning to 
heat her loins unmercifully. She groaned as she heard the lust-enticing 
entreaties of the crowd around them, and the trembling, scared young 
housewife pressed her thighs tightly together, pushing her fists into the 
base of her nakedly rippling stomach in a determined effort to resist what 
was being forced upon the two of them so cruelly. 

And then Chris' fingers slowly wormed their way down over the quivering 
flesh of her belly and over her white, trembling hips to her bare legs. The 
girl 'stroked her upper leg and tickled the soft sensitive flesh of her 
inner thighs, and Angie couldn't help but gasp, finding that against her 
will, her muscles were responding with tiny, wrenching spasms. She 
desperately tried to tear her mind from the binding forces of her nature, 
but more tantalizing sensations crawled through her fevered veins and up 
from her loins to swell her breasts into greater hardness. She found it 
almost impossible to lie still. 

"No... " he breathed huskily. "You mustn't, darling. You mustn't!" She was 
now desperately fighting herself as much as her daughter. 'This is wrong!" 

"We have no choice, Mother," Chris replied thickly. "Keep thinking that 
we're doing this to save Daddy and our family. It's not so hard to accept 
then." She grazed the satin-soft skin, feeling the curly down of her pubic 
hair and the rounded protuberance of pink vaginal lips. She slid her finger 
up and down the slowly widening slit much in the same manner that she was 
fingering her own wetly pulsing cunt. 

"Christ! She's really enjoying it!" Phil groaned excitedly as he watched. 

"They both are, Son," his father panted. "Look at them, look at the juices 
wetting their hot little pussy lips, and the way they're beginning to squirm 
their asses." 

Angie's face grew crimson red. Ohhhh, it's true, she thought in abject shame 
and humiliation. I can't seem to control myself no matter how much I try... 
I must be sick... Miserably she trembled, hating every moment that she was 
feeling the slow, ever-building tendrils of ecstasy grow in her flesh. She 
shivered violently and now tears ran from her eyes unhampered, and she 
increasingly writhed on the bed covers, her body reacting to the lewd 
manipulations more and more abandonedly. Slowly she turned her head toward 
her daughter, who was still cradling her face in her near shoulder, and 
opened her mouth so that she could breathe better. She tasted the soft 
tender skin of the young cheek next to her, and an almost uncontrollable 
desire rippled through her, thrilling her open genitals and inner womb. 

"Kiss her breasts, Chris!" Phil ordered. "Suck her tits just like you did 
when you were a baby! Ohhh, this is too good to believe!" 

The teenage girl pressed her fingers deeper into her own and her mother's 
cunt, and then with a soft piteous mewl, she opened her lips into a questing 
oval kiss and sucked the ribbed bud of one hardening red nipple, bringing it 
deep into her salivating mouth. Her tender soft wet lips suckled it 
frantically, and Angie's whole breast throbbed in wracking response. She 
nipped with her teeth and felt the aching flesh pulse, and then she curled 
her tongue around the inflamed nipple, around and around in a wet licking 
trail. 

Angie was helpless to do anything except squirm and moan in growing delight. 
She let the sensations roll unimpeded through her writhing belly, her 
breasts shuddering with an uncontrollable arousal, the tender lips and 
tongue on her hard, trembling nipple were almost too much to bear. She 
groaned and whimpered from the intensifying stabs of pleasure which cascaded 
from the tingling pink flesh of her inner thighs as Chris' fingers rubbed up 
and down the widening crevice and teased the moistly pulsating slit. She 
gasped as she felt first one, and then two, slender young fingers slide into 
the wetly dilated hole of her cunt, and she fell back limply on the mattress 
to lie prostrate and spread-legged, soft gurglings coming from her throat. 
Her excited hips rotated in tiny, lewdly demanding circles and then arched 
upwards of their own volition, her mind unable to control them as they 
greedily begged for more from the teasingly fingering hand. "Now both of 
you, kiss each other. Make love, you two! Make god-damned good love!" Lou 
Bradley drooled from his uncontrolled lust as he watched with the others the 
mutually aroused mother and daughter. 

Angie felt the magic fingers suddenly pull from her openly pulsating vagina, 
and she opened her eyes again, wildly stimulated by the sheer lewdness of 
his command. She moaned as her eyes feasted on the moistly matted 
blonde-haired pussy beside her, and unwantedly, saliva formed in her mouth 
as she gazed enraptured at the beautiful young firm breasts. She couldn't 
find the strength to protest as her young daughter slid on top of her, 
pushing her down on the mattress and spreading her thighs wide. She could 
only quiver with lewd trepidation and forbidden expectation, and keep 
telling herself this was for Dave... for Dave and Chris, and she was not 
receiving any pleasure from it at all... 

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Ginger prompted, her own hand once more fondling her 
genitals in openly lewd excitement. 

"Yes, Mother... Kiss me... " Chris whispered seductively, her head leaning 
over and her nostrils breathing heavy, hot air on Angie. 

Angie stiffened as the warm lips of her darling child closed over hers. 
There was a feeling that to kiss back would make what was happening all the 
more obscene, as if she was responding sexually to this perverted 
lesbianism, and not simply surrendering to the revoltingly lewd demands that 
had been forced upon her. But Chris had her band cradling her head now, and 
after a moment of hesitation, she felt a surge of affection and love and 
opened her lips and darted her tongue into the other's mouth in a lover's 
kiss that fused their lips together hotly. Chris found that she responded 
with all the passion she would have saved for a husband, savoring the warm 
excited saliva from her mother's mouth, and only conscious now of the 
building passions that the french kisses were causing to her already 
trembling being. The wild abandonment to her physical senses made her head 
spin, and her blood raced through her with a delightfully hot fire that 
burned in her cunt and breasts and mouth. Her flesh twitched and rippled, 
and greater than ever was her total surrender to the horrible situation and 
her own rising passions. 

"Now, move around, little girl," the achingly aroused father ordered. His 
breath came in short puffs as he panted with his excitement. "Move around 
and kiss your mother's cunt!" 

The bed shifted just as the lewdly salacious words filtered through to 
Angie, and before she could react to the utter vileness of his wishes, she 
realized that Chris had moved. She groaned as soft hands feathered over her 
heated skin, and her whole torso quivered as once again the young girl 
sucked and kissed her throbbing breasts with her hot, wet lips. Then the bed 
sagged again, and the long, slender body of the beautiful teenager was 
stretched out full beside her, and to her horror, Chris had moved so that 
her face was now near her trembling, wet pussy! And in turn, her own 
throbbing young cunt was offered at face level to her greedily devouring 
eyes! 

"No!" she moaned, whipping her head back and forth in abject torment. "No... 
don't do such a horrible thing, darling!" 

But even as the sordidness of her position raced through her agonized mind, 
she was once more quivering under long, fevered kisses that Chris was 
planting on her burning flesh down around her naked belly and upper thighs. 
Her passion-flooded vagina tingled with a renewed surging heat, swelling and 
expanding the inner walls and outer lips with hot passion. Her mind whirled 
as her daughter caressed her lower body with soft, feather-light fingers and 
lips, but she pulled together enough strength to resist the perverted 
invasion, clenching her thighs tightly together and locking her ankles one 
over the other. She'd never allowed her cunt to be kissed until this 
evening, and then only under the inhuman force of Lou Bradley as he had 
unmercifully attacked her. The whole idea of mouths to genitals was 
sickening to her. 

"Stop it, darling!" she pleaded pitifully. "Ohhh, you must stop this. Ohhhh, 
God in heaven... " 

"We've got no other choice," Chris replied softly, urgently. "Just keep 
telling yourself it's for Daddy and the family." 

"I don't care what you tell yourselves," Phil's father roared with his 
frustrated excitement. "Do it! 

Spread those legs of yours, Angie, and let your kid suck your cunt!" 

Angie moaned with the despicability of the contemptuous words that were spat 
at her, and she hesitated, sensing deep in her soul that if she allowed this 
to happen, there would be no further halting her total capitulation. But 
then she envisioned the horror of what would happen if she didn't and 
Bradley told her husband the whole, sordid truth about her and Chris, and 
she quiveringly spread her legs apart, knowing that there was no 
alternative. She ground her tautly clenched buttocks deeply into the bed as 
Chris touched the sensitive pink flesh with her fingers again. She turned 
her head to one side and her eyes were almost in line with the young, blonde 
pubic hair, and the swollen moist vaginal lips that peeked deliciously from 
behind the softly matted covering. As if sensing that her mother was looking 
a her pussy, Chris raised her upper leg, bending it so that the full 
loveliness of her young, already sperm-flooded cunt was exposed for her... 

Angie had never considered another woman's vagina as especially esthetic... 
but as her daughter's hot young breath swept across her own down between her 
thighs, the lewdly entrancing sight before her face grew with qualities of 
sheer beauty. She tentatively brushed her fingers over the soft, trembling 
stomach and saw that it made Chris writhe and moan excitedly, and she saw 
little droplets of clear lubricating fluid moisten the coral edges of her 
golden-fleeced pussy like dewdrops on a rose petal. Her skin felt so warm 
and smooth to touch, and she allowed her hands more freedom as she was 
caught up in her own obscenely rising sensations, playing her fingers up and 
down the young curvaceous body and circling the slim, firm thighs and 
buttocks, though unable yet to dip into the pulsating crest of pubic fleece 
sprinkled over the widened, nakedly glistening slit. 

Then a sudden, spasming electric shock burst through her, and her breath 
choked in her hotly constricted throat. Chris was kissing her stomach, 
snaking a tongue along the upper reaches of her pubic hair! She quivered as 
she felt the overwhelmingly sensual contact of the pliant, tenderly moist 
lips moving lower, through the triangle of her pussy, and then she heard a 
muffled sob just before her daughter bent down and kissed the tingling bud 
of her erectly throbbing clitoris. Uncontrollable delight surged through 
her, causing her buttocks to arch off the bed in automatic response for 
more, and she wasn't able to suppress the tremendously exciting sensations 
that billowed up from her loins and through her quaking flesh as molten 
swaths were licked all the way along her pink cunt lips, right down to the 
wetly swollen opening of her vagina. It was too much to deny, and there was 
nothing she could do as her aroused passions over-rode all thoughts of right 
or wrong, the small wet tongue and lips on her greedily hungry flesh swiftly 
sweeping her full of mind-blanking ecstasy. 

Chris felt her mother respond in full sensual abandonment, and that spurred 
her on. Ripples of loathing and shame coursed through her as she dwelled on 
what she was doing, but they were shattered by the inundation of her own 
burgeoning desires. She clutched her tanned buttocks with grasping fingers, 
and with almost spastic need, she tangled her increasingly voracious mouth 
into the golden fleece of pubic hair, tasting the delicious piquancy of her 
cuntal flesh and aroused secretions. 

"Kiss her back, Angie!" Lou Bradley commanded. "Suck your daughter's pussy 
too! Oh Christ, this is fantastic!" 

"I can't... I can't... Angie's tortured mind screamed, and she quivered all 
over the entire length of her body as shuddered from his incredibly vile 
command. But she couldn't seem to stop herself, even as her brain told her 
not to, and she pressed her tongue and lips into the soft cleft of her 
daughter's tender young cunt. She burrowed her head slavishly between the 
softly trembling thighs as she surrendered this last vestige of her 
defiance, and smelled the delightful aroma of the female genitals that 
wafted from Chris' heated loins. Her own pussy ached with the twin devils of 
the mouthings upon it and the increasing excitement of her own lewd actions. 

"Ohhhhh, Mother! That feels so gooood!" she heard in a tiny, muffled voice. 
"Ohhhhh!" 

She sucked hungrily now, teasing the excitedly throbbing little clitoris as 
Chris was doing to her, salivating as never before as she tongued and kissed 
wantonly the pink, wetly throbbing flesh. And all the while, Chris was 
busily sucking and licking the tender confines of her wet, side-turned 
pussy, making her insides ready to explode. She thrust harder, losing 
herself in the sensations shooting through her every fiber, her every inch 
of smooth white skin on fire. 

The walls of her vagina grasped at the invading tongue and her clitoris 
trembled from the driving lips and teeth. The muscles of her abdomen 
palpitated uncontrollably against the torture of her now totally untamed 
arousal, and she gasped and writhed as she strove with utter unleashed 
abandonment to bring her darling child to the same orgasmic completion that 
she could feel she herself was spiraling toward. And in return, Chris surged 
against the warmly grinding loins of her mother, pushing her face deeper 
into the wet, delicious cunt so she could tongue with longer, hotter 
thrusts. Yes... Yes this was wonderful... It was delightfully wonderful... 
and she felt herself nearing her climax. Ohhhhhh, Mother dear, I love you... 
I love you... don't stop... 

"Jesus, they're about to cum!" Phil Bradley gasped in salacious wonderment. 
"Look at them go!" 

"Yeah, we can't let them cum yet, Son," his father smiled beside him. "Come 
on, it's time for us to join in!" His eyes flashed excitedly, and he peeled 
his penis back and forth slowly, feeling its blood-engorged shaft throb with 
heated expectation in his hand. "Fuck her, mother, if you want. Me... I want 
some of your sweet young girlfriend's hot cunt!" 

"Ohhhhh, right, Dad!" Phil intoned frantically. He came to where the 
smoothly rounded buttocks of the older woman waved and undulated around her 
blonde child's demandingly hungry mouth, and after a moment of lewdly 
staring hesitation, he was suddenly consumed by the desire to fuck her... to 
fuck his girlfriend's mother... Fuck her hard and deep, just like his father 
had. 

Angie felt the bed give beneath his weight as he crawled over to her. She 
cringed automatically, though she knew deep in her soul that there was 
nothing more for her to fear except death itself. They had forced her to the 
lowest forms of depravity, and her will had been so totally destroyed that 
she was smoldering with sexual excitement. Her senses had been stripped to 
their basic animal-like core, and with her daughter's madly arousing lips 
and mouth on her cunt, and her own greedy response, she had been turned into 
as much of an animal as any of the others in this room. 

She felt her body shiver as the young boy's hands moved down over her soft 
rounded buttocks, pushing her away from the lovely moist tongue that had 
just been burrowing so hotly into it. She could hear Lou's son breathing 
heavily, and when he nudged her hips, she moved over without resistance. 
"Ahhhh," she murmured as his hands ran in a long slow caress over her naked, 
trembling breasts, making them harden slightly, and her body strained and 
worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in 
small tiny circles, gently pressuring apart her thighs so that he could see 
the soft tender vaginal slit which was swollen and wet with saliva and the 
wetly glistening secretions of her arousal, and he thought about bending 
over and tongue-fucking her there a moment as Chris had, but decided against 
it. He continued to kneel beside her, knowing that everybody else was 
breathless watching the two of them, and his cock throbbed with warm 
urgency, a shiver of warm rippling sensation at being the center of such 
lewdness running up the nerves of his naked back. His hands reverently 
caressed over her breasts, her flat, warmly trembling belly, her thighs up 
and down over her unprotected nudity, bringing forth small mewls of pleasure 
from her tightly clenched teeth. His passion was increased as he watched her 
gasping and quivering, and then her smoky eyes as she opened them and stared 
up at him mindlessly. 

"Ohhhhh... " her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been 
said. "Oh, God, oh God... Fuck me, Phil, fuck meeee pleassse!" 

Her passion spurred his own, and he couldn't stand it another minute. He 
moved over, slithering on top of her warm, soft, tanned body like a 
protective blanket, and he could feel it quivering helplessly out of control 
under him. He reached down his sides with both hands and drew her 
unresisting thighs up the sides of her hips until the whole of her wet, 
throbbing vaginal slit was presented to his cock and the eyes of the others 
in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long tortured moment and 
started to reach down and guide his cock inside her cunt but at the last 
second he stopped. 

He wanted with all his soul to shove his cock down in between her full red 
pussy lips that were still moist and wet from her daughter's tonguing, and 
he shuddered as he felt her lay suffering under him in unfulfilled desire. 
But he strained for all that he was worth against his all-consuming fury to 
impale her instantaneously like a ravished goddess on a stake. There was too 
much that he hadn't tasted of her and he wanted it all. He wanted to show 
his friends and especially Chris that he could break her mother down to a 
wet, pulsing mass of inhuman flesh, and wring from her all the admission of 
surrender that she'd given his father earlier. 

He looked down at her large firm breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs 
and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her parted 
lips. They excited him and he had to have them in some lewd way. He 
slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side 
of her ribs, and gently placed his throbbing hard cock in the narrow cleft 
between them so that her warm tit flesh enclosed it on both sides. He 
pressed them together hard until the nipples met at the top, and then began 
a slow rocking motion, thrusting his whole blood-engorged shaft through the 
warm, flaccid channel until the head of his cock appeared at the far end of 
the firm, white rounded tits and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a 
tiny spot of moisture each time it touched. 

It was electrifying to her! 

Her eyes flickered shut, but then opened and gazed unseeing up into the 
grinning boy's face, a thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated 
pupils. Her mouth hung limply open, crooning softly in the dim light of the 
room. Her hips and buttocks writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply 
kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible 
lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control now, and 
Phil sensed that nothing he did would matter, she would accept any 
degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging 
unmercifully down below in her widespread vagina. And... there was one more 
thing he wanted to do to her before he fucked her senseless. 

He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and 
his long glistening cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her 
passion-glazed eyes a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running 
beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still 
for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mound of her breasts squashed down 
beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give what was left of her mind time 
to adjust to the change in position, wanting the spell she was under to 
remain unbroken and to keep her half insane with desire. 

He placed both his hands softly down behind her head and lifted it up off 
the bed, bending her neck so that her face and mouth were poised directly in 
front of the pulsing head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his 
buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind until the tip of his 
penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he 
heard his girlfriend, Chris, beside him gasp, and felt the soft lipsticked 
surfaces of her mother's lips brush gently against the sensitive skin of his 
hotly pulsating cock-head. Her mouth closed at the first touch, and he held 
his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest... but none came. 

Instead, Chris' mother's lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward 
of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. He watched with 
unbelieving eyes, caught by surprise as the others were, as with a slight 
groan from her throat, the tightly rounded ovals of her wetly shining lips 
slid hotly up over the tightly stretched skin of his prick. 

She hesitated slightly for a moment and then started using her tongue, 
slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock 
to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly 
to him in a closed, elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity 
moving down his cock and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth, 
and surrounding it with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender 
inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her cheeks 
and pressed inward. 

Angie moaned again and began to suck him with a warm moist, nibbling 
pressure then and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had 
done this a thousand times before and wasn't new, and all the hunger burning 
deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in 
her mouth. Her thighs, were spread wide apart and her cunt lips wet from the 
lewdly delicious pressure that she herself was causing there by clenching 
them together. Dim pictures of what she must look like to her daughter, as 
her naked breasts crushed and billowing out beneath the boy's young, 
sweating naked buttocks, her mouth filled with his virile young cock, 
flickered through her hazy mind, increasing the intensity of the weird 
pleasurable hunger that was burning deep inside her ravenous belly a 
thousand times more intensely now than when she had started sucking his 
penis. 

His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still 
she sucked, keeping his cock in her mouth, burying her face in his loins 
until he knew that he was about ready to burst in her throat with his sperm. 
The pressure building in his testicles as they slapped against her chin and 
she worked in her unconscious and passion crazed state, was excruciating and 
unbearable, and his penis seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond endurance. 
He'd cum in her mouth if he didn't pull out! And above all, he wanted to 
drive his cock into her, all the way up to her cervix, and spew his hot 
fiery liquid into the warm moist cavity of her womb. 

He slipped his cock from her tightly clasping mouth with a groan of agony, 
feeling her as she continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her 
tongue around and around its heavy, iron-rigid length. Then he lifted his 
buttocks from her tightly squashed breasts and moved down the length of her 
body, not wasting any time, knowing that she was as ready as he was. He 
could feel the wet opening of her hungry cunt pulsing in desperate 
anticipation as he hovered over her, and in a last cruel shattering of her 
pride, he whispered throatily: "Reach down between your legs and put my cock 
in your cunt, Mrs. Marlowe." 

He held his breath as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation, 
and her warm fingers close tightly around the glistening rigid shaft. She 
stilled for a moment, but then he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten 
around the head of his pulsating penis and gently press its moist, sensitive 
tip into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft blonde 
pubic hair grazing gently against him as his cock hung poised for entry 
between her tightly throbbing pussy lips. The hot, smooth warmth was 
delightful, and then in one long surge of his loins, he rammed it into her. 
There was not the slightest resistance, and he would feel the rippling wet 
walls of her cunt clamping around his penis so moistly and firmly that it 
almost drove him crazy. 

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned and sang out as she felt her entire insides flowering 
open to receive him deep in her womb. She groaned and murmured incoherently 
as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting her teeth with desire. Her 
body followed him, moving in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him. 

"Ohhhh, God... Ohhhhh, God!" she sighed as if in anguish, her arms wrapping 
tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular young chest into the soft 
whiteness of her breasts. Her whole body undulated and twisted and she 
moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved 
ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in unchecked animal desire that had 
taken hold of her flesh as though she was in the throws of an insane, 
epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of shining sweat, 
and there was nothing in her willing to halt her maddening race for 
fulfillment now, and Lou Bradley's son, her own daughter's boyfriend, fucked 
like a mad man to end it for her. 

"Oh yes! Yessss!" she cried up to the room full of naked, wide-eyed 
watchers, and she slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly 
pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising up off the bed 
for greater access to her open and pleading cunt. 

Phil squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his 
young hips and thighs, and he could feel the smooth raw flesh of her pussy 
clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his hot, almost bursting 
cock. He fucked the wildly squirming young mother of his girlfriend from the 
tips of his toes, and rammed the last inch of his thick hard cock thundering 
up into her vaginal hole, bringing new ecstatic moans from her lips, a wild 
and unsated desire openly burning her lust-glazed eyes. 

Wet smacking sounds resounded through the room, echoing in the ears of all 
who stared down as the boy lunged with cruel pile-driving surges. The lewd 
fucking noises blended with the cries which bubbled from her throat, 
sounding to them like the death agonies of a wounded animal. They were 
transfixed by the ravishing sight, mouths gaping wide and breath fevered and 
panting with the building excitement. It was Ginger who broke their frozen 
enchantment first, for she had stood idly by the whole time Phil had been 
fucking Chris as well as now, and now she was unable to control herself a 
moment longer. She had to join in, her own fingers no longer enough to 
satisfy the lewdly rising cravings between her legs. She had to! 

Feverishly, she crawled on the bed, her full nude breasts with their 
desire-hardened nipples and only slightly lighter colored areolas dancing 
beneath her like lush gourds on the vine, and her finely molded ass cheeks 
quivered with erotic arousal. Her skin was an iridescent sheen from her 
desires, and her wide, full lips were open, her panting breath throbbing 
with her sensual needs. She swung up and facing the heavily breathing boy, 
placed herself astraddle Chris' mother's face, her buttocks and inner thighs 
hovering directly over her, and kneeled upright brazenly and panting with 
the hot, moist opening of her black-haired cunt parted invitingly by her 
fingers in front of Phil Bradley. She eased herself closer to him until the 
palpitating flesh of her swollen pussy was resting as close as possible to 
his wet, glistening lips, and then cupping her full firm breasts in her 
hands, she leaned back, arching her body in crazed invitation. 

"Eat me, Phil! Ohhhh, shit! Eat my cunt the way I like it and make me cum! 
Make me cum toooo!" 

Obediently, the sensations of the fucking he was giving the lovely young 
mother of his girlfriend flooding through his mind, he dipped his face 
forward and began to hungrily suck at the wet, hair-rimmed vagina so openly 
presented up to him. Her secretions swept out and moistened his cheeks as at 
the same time, his long hard cock dug desperately time and time again into 
the greedily flowering cunt below his loins. 

Whining in ecstasy, her eyes wide and catching the lewd sight of the strange 
girl's cunt being licked just above her eyes, Angie's face flushed and she 
threw her buttocks up off the bed to get more of the wonderfully assaulting 
cock that was pumping into her maddeningly throbbing cunt. Unable to control 
herself, she raised up her head and nuzzled the soft, sweet-smelling flesh 
of Ginger's vagina, joining Phil's own liquid embraces of it by running her 
lips wetly around the quivering young ass-cheeks and darting Tier tongue 
between them into the wetly yielding crevice and teasing the tightly 
puckered little anus with its hotly flicking tip. 

"Oh! Oh, deeper! Fuck me harder and deeper!" she begged the desperately 
humping boy as she licked and sucked the wildly undulating young buttocks 
above her face. She buried her nose hard up between the rhythmically 
rotating moons, gasping as if she was close to death. She was nearing her 
orgasm again, and swung her soft, heaving thighs up and wound her legs 
voluptuously around his hips, grinding her ass off the bed in uncontrolled 
sensation, spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly 
growing young cock. 

"Jesus!" Lou Bradley blurted as he looked at the three of them. "Angie's 
licking that cunt too!" Spurred on by the absolutely lust-blinding sight, 
violent spasms surged through his testicles, and he moved his hand faster 
and faster over his hard, burgeoning cock, his unsated passions growing 
until he could hardly contain himself without ejaculating all over the bed. 

"Now it's your turn, little girl," he hissed at Chris in his excitement. 
"Now you're going to get my cock in your sweet belly, just like my son's 
cock is fucking the hell out of your mother!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Chris Marlowe cowered on the bed, feeling her nakedness and the lewd 
ravishment of her own mother by her boyfriend and Vince's girlfriend right 
next to her as a great shame covering her like a lewd blanket. One that 
couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard she struck out against it, and now 
that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more vile, the body 
of Phil's handsome but bestial father. A man who cared nothing for her 
except as a helpless receptacle into which he could drub his great shaft of 
indecent flesh and spew his virile male sperm. 

She had been watching with the same hypnotized wonderment as the others 
while her mother was cruelly driven to crazed surrender, and it had filled 
her with mixed emotions. It was exciting to her; God, how it was exciting to 
her, almost as sensually arousing as when her mother had been licking her 
hotly aroused vagina. And yet she felt a tinge of horror and humiliation for 
the helplessness of their pitiful situation, and chills ran through her all 
the while Phil had been working her mother into a lewd pitch of frenzy. Her 
mouth gaped open and her eyes widened, half in revulsion and half in 
forbidden prurient excitement, sensations of lurid delight obscenely 
flooding through her mind without warning. She was standing once more at the 
door of the bedroom peering spellbound in at the horrible spectacle of 
Phil's father spearing into her mother's shamelessly welcoming vagina-only 
this time, the broad thick penis pistoning into the wide-spread loins before 
her eyes was of the boy who had such a short time ago fucked her and torn 
her virginity away. But the setting was the same, though she was closer and 
could see with all too vivid clarity the giant young cock sinking to its 
hilt and disappear into the eagerly clasping mouth between the cruelly 
stretched thighs, until only a tiny little stretch of it was still visible, 
glistening beneath the huge bloated testicles that dangled sperm-filled from 
the crevice of Phil's buttocks. 

She could feel the pit of her stomach and thighs hot and moist from the 
salacious orgy, growing into more and more an intense desire to submit 
herself completely to these lewd men as she watched her mother and then saw 
how she licked the greedily open cunt of Ginger as the other girl joined in 
the corrupting rape. But even though wildly burning passions were coursing 
through her own veins, she could sense the basic shame and horror which was 
behind everything that had been happening, and she didn't even try to stop 
the gush of tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard the brutal words the 
naked Lou Bradley, the father of her boyfriend, spoke to her, piteously 
crying at the thought of being forced as her mother was to lie naked beneath 
his burgeoning hardness and let him fill her helpless vagina with his heated 
male sperm without the slightest resistance. 

"Noooo, please... " the helpless girl whimpered, but her pleas fell on 
uncaring ears as the older man's arms enveloped her, his lips crushing 
tightly down against her. His long, hard penis pressed hard into her soft 
yielding belly, and his tongue snaked its way between his teeth and into her 
mouth. Her unconscious mind fought the torment of his hot, teasing probe, 
fighting against surrender to it. But his touch only ignited the fires that 
her mother had enflamed in her cunt with her warmly moist mouth and lips, 
and her hips began to betray her even as she struggled, moving in small, 
passion induced circles. The only reality for her was fast becoming that 
searing fire that burned deep in her scorched little belly, the flames 
licking out between her legs, crying to be drowned by the tormenting monster 
already slithering lewdly up between their wetness. 

"Nooooo," she moaned again, knowing that it was a hopeless fight, and she 
would give in as her mother had. And she would capitulate all of herself, 
not able to stop her own craving sensations from taking over, making the 
reason for her surrender, the saving of their family, a mockery of the 
truth. "Nooo... " 

"Yes, my pretty little girl!" Bradley snickered. "Yes... " 

"Give it to her, Dad!" Phil hissed heavily. "She's the stuck-up bitch that 
didn't want me to fuck her tonight. Well, now she will. Just look at that 
hot little ass, that soft golden pussy between her legs... Ohhhh, fuck her 
good!" 

"I plan to," his father chuckled lewdly. 

Chris turned her head, and watched wild-eyed as he bent over her to drink in 
her loveliness, his lust-contorted face an unbelievable visage of lewd 
desire. She could barely breathe, and momentarily she thought she was going 
to faint as she felt his hot breath on her nakedly exposed skin, and even 
prayed that she might. Then she saw Vince touch Lou Bradley's arm. 

"Wait a minute," Vince said huskily, his eyes beady as they looked into the 
other man's face. "You already fucked her mother, and I haven't had a piece 
of either one yet. It ain't fair. Let me give her my special treatment 
first, and then you fuck her." 

"Right," Ginger grunted, looking up from her perverted, position over Chris' 
mother's face, her face twisted from the pleasure of the double tonguings of 
her cunt. "Yeah, let Vince fuck her first!" 

Phil's father grinned devilishly, and then after a moment's hesitation, 
moved away. "All right," he said to his son's friend. "She's all yours-for a 
few minutes. Go to it," he said in a low, snickering chuckle. "I'd sort of 
like to see her innocent Goddamned little face when you ram your cock up 
inside her snooty little belly." 

Chris rolled over on her stomach and froze in terror as Vince rose before 
her, baring his thick, heavily throbbing rod of male flesh. Then he moved 
onto the bed and from behind, opened her firm young thighs wide, his eyes 
feasting hungrily on the vision of her golden, fleece covered little cunt 
peeking so provocatively out from between the cheeks of her softly 
quivering, buttocks. As he moved forward up between her open legs, she made 
a muffled groan down into the covers. There was nothing left. They were 
about to fuck her again, whether she wanted them to or not. 

"Go ahead, Vince!" Ginger urged hysterically. "Can't you see how bad the 
little bitch wants it? Go on, fuck her!" 

"Get up on your knees," his voice breathed at Chris. 

She tried to stiffen her body and press it tightly to the covers, bitter 
tears of shame and fear running from her eyes as she felt his smooth hot 
skin pressing down onto her. She tried not to move, but a hand pushed down 
hard on the back of her head, pressing her face tight to the mattress. She 
struggled for a moment to breathe but could not, and a faint dizziness swept 
over her from the lack of air, and she was forced to let her body go limp. 

The hand was released, and she gulped desperately at the oxygen greedily 
filling her tortured lungs with welcome relief. Hands on her now relaxed 
hips pulled them powerfully up, while another hand stayed hard behind her 
neck to keep her breasts and face pushed harshly down. By the time she fully 
recovered her breath, her buttocks were waving high in the air, and she made 
a momentarily and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. But, the 
hand pushed her face tight back into the bed, cutting off her breath as 
before, and she relaxed, ceasing her struggles. She knew that she would 
eventually have to give in, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible 
humiliating submission to their every obscene desire, her body, like her 
mother's next to her, nothing but a helpless toy to be used as they wished 
in their animalistic quest for satisfaction. 

Suddenly, Vince's fingers began to dig wildly at her fully exposed 
backsides, covering the whole of the juncture of her thighs and buttocks 
with thrusts and probes. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting 
with all her might to evade him, but he found the wet smooth opening he was 
looking for, and worked his middle finger up inside with a hard, cruel 
thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain of a thousand roman 
candles. 

"Ahhhggggggg!" she screamed wildly, as she felt it skewer into her like a 
red hot poker. But his finger was not in the smooth warm flesh of her cunt 
as she'd expected it would be-instead, Vince had-broken through the tightly 
clenched little ring of her anus and on into the hot fleshy tunnel of her 
rectum! "Agggghhhhh!" she cried. 

With Phil and Ginger shouting lusty obscenities to prod him on, Vince ground 
his thick finger around and around without mercy inside her painfully 
expanding rectal channel, while the helpless young girl groaned and twisted 
in anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected anal orifice. She 
felt as if her bowels were ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim 
consciousness of her tortured brain that Vince's "treatment" was going to be 
far, far worse than she had cringingly feared. Her body went limp from the 
sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the bed if it hadn't 
been for the restricting hands of Phil's father locked tightly on her 
shoulders and the pressure of the wildly fingering Vince behind her. Finally 
it was over. 

His fat, stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the 
tightly clenched lips of her rectum, and he gasped, "Damn! What a tight 
little ass-hole she's got! Jesus, I don't know if I can get all of my cock 
in there without it being bitten off." 

"Sure you can honey!" Ginger cried. "Sure, stretch her ass like you do mine! 
Go on! Fuck her in the ass!" 

No... No... No... Chris' tormented mind screamed, and she opened her mouth 
to cry out, but instead there was only a helpless moan of muffled, exhausted 
surrender. Every muscle of her twisted, kneeling body had reached the 
ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even 
protest against the vile monstrous act. All was gone but the final coup de 
grace to be administered viciously by the arrogant young boy behind her 
whose expectantly grinning face was thankfully hidden from her eyes. 

She gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirm up close behind her 
nakedly raised buttocks, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust hardened 
cock now, guiding it slowly and deliberately to the round, pink circle of 
her tiny puckered anus. She cringed forward, her face contorted in fearsome 
dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down in the 
wide-spread crevice of her ass cheeks in preparation for the coming entry. 
She tried to clench her legs closed, but his knees insinuated between them 
held them cruelly open." 

"Hold her tight." Vince directed Phil's father, whose arms bulged from the 
pressure he was placing on her shoulders. "She's slipping, and I'm going to 
ram it to her nice and fast." 

Chris whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the 
cringing little lips of her rectum, and the agonizing pressure beginning. It 
was far more painful than when she'd lost her virginity to Phil, for this 
was an un-natural perversion, and his cock an alien invasion of her soft, 
tender flesh. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo!" She groaned incoherently. 

He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all of his strength 
until suddenly, the tightly resisting little circle popped open with a 
quick, unexpected surrender, and the huge, blood-filled head slipped up 
inside with a surging rush that left the young teenage blonde gasping for 
air. "Aggggghhhhhhhhh!" 

She flailed her head as best she could as Phil's father worked to keep her 
down, the shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenating her shattered muscles for 
a moment. She squirmed and twisted like a mad woman, trying to escape the 
cruel and painful impalement of her rectum. 

"Got, what a tight, hairless little ass hole!" Vince gasped again from 
behind her as he felt its warm rubbery walls slipping over his cock like a 
hot, fleshy butter-filled glove. His head fell loosely back as his loins 
buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard penis speared into the helplessly 
struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill 
boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it 
in great waves of hotly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked 
tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap 
that reverberated through the room like a flat-handed blow across a face. 

Chris' muffled moans of pain and humiliation went heard but unheeded as he 
reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the waist, pulling her 
buttocks back even tighter against him. His thick hard cock was sunk to its 
fullest extent in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the 
head pressing tightly against the tortured flesh of her rectal walls. There 
was no reason to struggle or fight any more, she knew, even if she'd had the 
strength, and she allowed her shock-spasming body to go limp. 

Her relaxing of her taut, pain-cringing muscles made the pain lessen a 
little, and she felt her wet soft passage expand further and further as he 
began a slow, teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her ass. Her 
tears of shame and agony continued to flow, for there was nothing more she 
could do to stop the vile obscene rape of her naked anus. 

"Come on, shake it, sweetheart, shake it!" he rattled through tightly 
clenched teeth as he felt her bend and tremble from his onslaught. His thick 
hands held tight to the rounded curves of her nude hips, slipping the moist 
sheath of her stretched and aching rectum over and over the thickness of his 
cock as though he was thrusting his hand into a small vaseline-filled glove. 
"Shake your ass, baby! Shake it!" 

"Ohhhhh," she exclaimed, and began to undulate and grind her buttocks around 
in a lewd rhythm to match his slowly fucking penis. The sounds she made were 
muffled and indistinct, and with every hard forward lunge, his thick, wetly 
glistening cock filled her anus to the bursting point, flinging her hard 
forward against the restraining hands of Phil's father who was still holding 
her shoulders down to the bed. 

Yet in spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible sodomy being done 
to her defenselessly exposed rectum, Chris found that tiny wisps of 
forbidden pleasure were beginning to pull up deep down in her belly, and her 
firm round breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was 
undergoing. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, and with 
every sweep and ramming into her with his growing frantic abandon of 
sensation, her firm young body shook more and more as though filling with 
passion. 

Oh God! She had to fight it with all of her strength! But her body did not 
obey her mind, and as Vince continued to fuck into her rhythmically from 
behind, it drifted into a strange world of unknown delights and soft, deep 
pleasures of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, 
then in grim realisation that there was no escape. Now... all conscious 
thought of why she was here or who her slowly flaming body was writhing 
beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny 
licking flames running all around her, between the softness of her inner 
thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down 
again to the burning core of her belly where it roared in white hot heat 
like the interior of a blast furnace. 

"Good God, look at her fuck back at him!" she heard Ginger excitedly 
exclaim, the voice only faintly registering in her passion-crazed brain. 

"I told you," came the unmistakable voice of Phil Bradley from between her 
mother's legs. "Get her going, and she's hotter than hell! She can't get 
enough cock!" 

"Damn, what a tight, hungry little ass!" Vince groaned. He thrust again, 
shoving her forward with his heavy lunges, and automatically gritted her 
teeth and bravely ground the wide stretched mounds of her buttocks back at 
the invading cock. And then, as she felt the blunt end of his penis ram 
deeper into the now secretion-soaked passage of her rectum, a weirdly 
delightful shudder of pleasure surged through her raw, nerve-tingling body 
at their obscene words and her own helplessness. Her breasts heaved and 
quivered beneath her chest, their hard-tipped nipples grazing the cushion of 
the sofa, and she fucked back insanely at the sweating boy, waves of 
searing, indescribable elation roaring unchecked through her now totally 
aroused body. The small tender sphincter ring of her anus worked and sucked 
desperately at his burgeoning prick, her breath rasping in short, frenzied 
gasps as the powerful lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of 
her head down to her desperately curling toes. 

"Oh God! Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me in the ass harder! Ohhhhhh!" she heard 
herself moan piteously. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me this way!" 

"Now it's my turn, you bitch!" Lou Bradley grinned down at her desire 
contorted face and releasing his now unnecessary hold on her shoulders. She 
looked up, her eyes momentarily focusing on him as he came at her face with 
his hardened cock in his hand, his handsome face twisted triumphantly. "Suck 
my cock!" he commanded cruelly. "Go on, suck it now!" 

He knelt in front of her, grasping both sides of her head, holding firm to 
it. Somewhere in the back of her lust-crazed mind, she found the sight of 
its lewd nearness and his evil demands exciting, and remembering the way her 
mother did it, she let her mouth open as the tongues of flame licking at her 
buttocks rose to new heights. She hungrily sucked in the lust-hardened penis 
as it plunged in one quick stroke all the way to the back of her throat, 
nearly gagging her. Desperately she grunted as her roundly ovaled little 
lips brushed the short, wiry hair of his muscular pelvis, his balls slapping 
harshly down against her upturned chin. She fought for her breath, managing 
to catch it on the outstroke of his cruel fucking of her mouth. 

Oh God! Oh God! she groaned inwardly as they pummeled her desire-driven body 
back and forth helplessly between them, and then once more the realisation 
of her very surrender and the vision of them buffeting her this way 
mercilessly, incited her. The excitement deep inside her belly became a 
rabid torrent once again, and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind 
her in a hotly grinding circular movement, constricting with her rectal 
muscles the hot, fleshy pole buried so deep up in her anal passage behind. 
She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to saturate her entrails with Vince's 
hot virile young cum until it spluttered out of her cock filled anus and 
dribbled down over her already wetly glistening thighs. She wanted to grovel 
in thick male sperm as she had once before tonight, and she sucked 
insatiably at the long, hard cock in her mouth, her cheeks concaving with 
Phil's father's every thrust. It was the first time in her life she had ever 
tasted cock, and she explored it with her tongue hungrily. She swirled her 
tongue-tip and taunted the small, blood-fattened head, stabbing hotly into 
the tiny orifice at the tip. She wanted it to shoot into her mouth, to 
swallow the hotly flooding sperm and feel it pouring down her throat until 
her stomach was as filled as her cunt had been. She wanted to drench every 
opening of her tender body with it, both inside and out. Then-she got her 
wish! 

At the same time as her own climax commenced to crescendo, the cock fucking 
her from the rear bulged and jerked, spurting its creamy hot charge deep up 
into her quaking rectum. It splashed violently against her passage walls, 
and spurted back out of her, trickling warmly down from the pink, 
hair-covered slit pressed hard against his smooth young loins. His balls 
massaged her swollen cunt lips, causing her to convulse spasmodically 
forward, submerging the other penis in her wildly sucking mouth to the very 
hilt. It too burst forth with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat 
with the delicious pungent liquid in a manner she had not dreamed possible, 
her cheeks bloating as she swallowed the gushes excitedly, clasping her lips 
like a tightly fitted ring about the large spurting prick so as not to lose 
a single drop of the life-giving seed. It dribbled down her chin from the 
corners of her mouth, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, 
snake-like motion to wipe the warm, viscous fluid back into her hungering 
mouth as his collapsed penis suddenly pulled from her lips with a soft wet 
sucking sound and he fell back away from her. 

She skewered her ass back savagely onto the still squirting cock in her 
anus, and with a wild wail from between desperately gnashing teeth, felt her 
own body explode in a great burst of showering stars, racking her entire 
being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling. Then, through 
the wildly cascading lights of her orgasm, she heard a sudden squeal of 
high-pitched pleasure and a ripple of affectionate warmth cross over her 
flesh as she realized that beside her her mother was experiencing the same 
delirious joy as she was. 

"I'm... I'm cummmiiinnnnggggg!" Angie gasped in intense passion, and she 
locked her ankles in a death grip high as she could on her daughter's 
boyfriend's young, heavily pumping legs. At the same time her arms snaked 
around his neck and she smashed her open abandoned mouth up into Ginger's 
wildly flailing cunt, tasting the pungent flavor of her wildly flowing 
secretions as the girl shivered uncontrollably in her own climax. Her body 
arched and quivered and she held tight to the boy, not moving but quivering 
and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic juices 
out around his still hard driving cock as she felt it burst like a damn 
inside her. He gave her one last tremendous thrust and emptied his hot, 
virile young sperm in wave after wave, deep into the depths of her eagerly 
accepting womb. 

Angie thought the crazily jerking young cock would never stop flowing into 
her cunt. She could feel the hot sticky semen overflowing and forcing its 
way out around the tight, hair-fringed ring of her pussy to mingle below 
with her own secretions down in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, 
soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus. She 
knew then that her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored 
herself with total abandonment, and didn't even know if it would save her 
and her daughter from being exposed to her husband. But even so, in spite of 
her shame, she gasped out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she felt his 
rapidly deflating cock slowly withdraw from her flooded vagina with the same 
wet sucking noise that his father's had come from Chris' mouth. Then a 
sudden rush of cool air slipped between the full white moons of her buttocks 
and into the wetness of her loins, causing her to shiver again with tingling 
delight, before almost comatose, she rolled over into a limp, quivering mass 
of satiated flesh. 

It took the five naked people some time to stir. They huddled on the wide 
double bed, exhausted and unmoving, resting and gathering their strength 
after the wild orgiastic fucking they had all participated in. Semen and 
sweat, secretions and lubrications, flowed together and glistened on the 
lust-shining bodies, and the air seemed to crackle with the lewd emotions 
and desires what had been so utterly unleashed. 

Angie was the first to move. She slowly lifted herself up on her elbows and 
looked across the naked tangle of bodies to Lou Bradley, and smiled coldly 
at him. "Well?" she asked in a trembling whisper. 

"Well, what?" 

"Are you going to tell my husband now?" 

His handsome face broadened into a gleaming, mirthful grin. "You got to 
admit, there's more to tell him than ever now." 

"But-you promised Mother," Chris said beside him. 

"So I did... " He collapsed back down on the mattress with a sigh of deep 
contentment. "Yes sir, so I did... " 

"Maybe they haven't learned their lesson well enough, Dad," Phil said, and 
he gazed again with openly lusting eyes on the young Chris. 

"I was thinking the same thing, Son." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Angie asked fearful- "I mean we should review the 
lesson, the father replied. "Review it over and over until you know it by 
heart. And we can start anytime someone's hot again. I want to fuck you in 
the ass, Angie, fuck you the way Vince fucked your daughter in the ass." 

"Ohhh, and Phil can fuck me in the cunt," Ginger said, "While I suck Chris. 
I'll suck her hot little pussy until she cums like I did. I'd like that... " 

Angie looked wide-eyed at her daughter as she heard the vile loathsome 
words, her chest feeling as if it was tied by steel bands. But then she saw 
the smile on Chris' face, a smile intended only for her, and she knew that 
there was no more deceiving of herself. 

What was the use? She and her young daughter had reveled in the salacious 
acts they'd been forced to do, and deep down inside her belly, she was 
actually becoming excited again at the thought of once more squirming 
insanely around on the bed with the others here doing all kinds of things to 
her naked vagina and breasts. She thought fleetingly about Dave, wondering 
what her husband would do if he ever found out about this, and what was 
obviously going to continue, but then she didn't have to worry. He was gone 
on enough business trips that he would never find out... then, the thought 
of her husband fading rapidly, she raised herself to her knees and pointed 
her firmly rounded buttocks back at Lou Bradley, her head looking back at 
him and smiling in lewdly open invitation. 

It was only a matter of seconds before she and Chris both were again firmly 
impaled on two long hard cocks, and through the night it went, the two of 
them abandonedly indulging in every wicked depravity that any of the five 
could think up. She and Chris both knew that it was all right now, and 
besides... they had no choice in the matter... that was the best excuse in 
the world... 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Angie Marlowe was soaking in a tub of hot, soapy water, drowsily letting the 
morning pass in blissful uncaring... She slid her long, naked limbs out 
languidly and recollected with pleasure the passing of the last thirty days 
since that orgiastic evening with Lou Bradley, his son, Vince and Ginger. 

They were still very much a part of her social life, she sighed with a 
smile, whenever Dave was gone on one of his never-ending trips, and she had 
never desired to look back since her new life had begun. Her reverie was 
interrupted by a light knocking on the bathroom door, and then it opened, 
and Chris came in. She was smiling mischievously, her honey-colored hair 
uncombed and her face flushed slightly from sleep. She was as naked as her 
mother, and as Angie looked up at the girl's young, taut breasts with their 
hard, distended nipples, and a fever overtook her, making her admit to 
herself that she never tired of seeing Chris like this, her white young 
thighs and trembling vagina bursting with sensuality. Her teenage daughter 
smiled lovingly in return and crossed to the edge of the tub, where she sat 
down. 

"Good morning, darling," the mother said. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Uh-huh. Daddy leave already?" 

"Yes," Angie replied. "He's gone to Chicago for the week, and had to catch 
the 7:45 flight." 

"Did... he fuck you last night?" 

"You know he did, you little scamp. You were outside the door fingering 
yourself the whole time." 

Chris giggled. "You heard me." 

"I left the door open slightly just for you. I enjoy you watching me fuck 
almost as much as you enjoy seeing me." 

Again the lovely young teenager laughed delightedly, and she stood up and 
casually dipped one slender leg into the water. "Move over and I'll join 
you, Mother," she said, and then climbed into the tub. She picked up the 
soap and began to slowly, tantalizingly wash her mother's firm, hardening 
breasts. "When are Phil and his father coming over?" 

"Tonight," Angie said, and the thought of the evening that would follow made 
her belly churn with anticipation. 

"Mmmm, that'll be nice," Chris said. "Turn around and I'll wash the rest of 
you," she offered in a hushed breath. "Then when we get out, I've got a 
surprise for you. Ginger loaned her vibrator, and it has all the 
attachments, even some ones that look exactly like cocks. Well go in my 
bedroom this time... I can't wait to see what it does to you!" 

"That sounds like fun!" 

"I promise you, it will be, Mother!" 


THE END
