Nancy Parker twisted the phone cord tightly around her fingers. Her pulse quickened, her eyes widened as the filthy words kept pouring from the phone receiver.
"Then I'm gonna bite them pretty tits . . . put my mouth around 'em and suck those nipples till I can taste some milk."
She stood in the darkness, her heart beating so hard she thought it was going to burst.
Sweat beaded her forehead, trickled out from under her arms and made the blouse stick uncomfortably to her flesh. This was the third time she had received an obscene call this week. It was the same panting voice, the same man playing with himself while telling her what he was going to do to her. "Stop it! I'll call the police if-" "The cops ain't gonna do nothin'," he interrupted, laughing softly. His breath caught. Nancy shivered, knowing what that meant. He had nearly shot all over himself. Her fingers tightened around the receiver as the man's heavy breathing continued.
"Yes they will. They'll hunt you down and-"
"Ohhh, baby, you got one hell of a nice, tight ass. Shit, I'd love to stick my cock up it, feel them buttcheeks pressin' hard against my dick while my balls scraped over your shitter."
Nancy sat down, drawing her knees together, unable to ignore the hot, mushy, concentrated feeling growing more and more intense between her legs. The nylon crotch panel of her panties clung to her cuntlips, unsticking and resticking teasingly to the smooth, swelling flesh. What if her daughter were to come home right now and find her like this, juicing while listening to this obscene phone call? Her fingers trembled, the receiver sliding over her ear.
"Uhhhoooooo ..." the man groaned, his voice shaking with lust. Nancy could have echoed him but bit her lip until she tasted blood. No, that would be too much, giving this pervert what he wanted, a willing, listening victim. Instead she sat there in the darkness, her nipples itching like crazy, her body hot, her pussy swollen open with juice oozing out. She shivered again as hot chills swept over her body, flashing through her cunt, sending a shower of sparks between her legs.
"Then I'm gonna roll you over and tie you up, baby. Gonna tie up those pretty little arms of yours to the headboard with a couple of double square knots. Feel the ropes, baby? Feel 'em cuttin' into your wrists?"
Nancy shook her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. What was this animal after? Why was she panting like a dog when he mentioned ropes, bondage? That sort of thing had never appealed to her before!
"Gonna stretch 'em real tight, then put a fuckin' gag over your mouth . . . you know, one of them ball gags so's you can't shout out when I start eatin' out your pussy," he breathed.
"STOP IT!" Nancy tried to find the strength to hang up. But instead she found herself pressing the receiver more tightly to her ear, afraid of missing one word now.
"Gonna stick my tongue up that snatch and start lappin' up all them juices. You're juicin' now, right bitch? Juicin' all over yourself!"
How could he know? The dark room seemed to be panting as hard as she was. The walls were closing in on her. She fell back into the chair, her knees sagging apart. Twisting in the chair Nancy found one hand dropped into her lap, curling around the hem of her skirt, shoving it up, the fingers tickling up her thighs toward her pussy. Every nerve ending in her cunt was straining down, down toward the approaching fingertips.
"Yeah, all nice and wet, wet for my dick. And baby, you'd better be wet because I'm eight inches . . . good and thick with a fat head to stretch you wide open," he said, his voice breaking at the end with another catch in his breathing.
"Stop it," she panted almost as hard as he.
"Then I'm gonna chew up them lips, chew 'em good while I pinch you all over. You dig that, don'tcha babe? You dig bein' bit."
This was starting to get strange. A wild fear started creeping over her. Nancy felt stronger now, strong enough to hang up the phone.
"You ever been belted, baby? Your old man ever take a belt to your ass and beat the livin' shit outta you? He shoulda, the way you parade that ass of yours all around town like you couldn't wait till some dude stuck his dick into it."
"Get off my phone," she said, feeling outrage along with excitement. This had gone far enough. It was ending the way all of them ended, all his dirty calls ... in vicious threats and allusions about her dead husband. She wasn't the kind of whore he was painting her to be. Nancy had never been to bed with a man other than Dale, her late husband. And after he was killed in that auto crash four years ago she had refrained from going out on dates. She had a young daughter to raise, more than enough for a woman to do. That plus trying to hold onto various secretarial jobs took all her time.
"All you gotta do is hang up, bitch. All you gotta . . . awwwwhwhhhhh fuck, baby, I'm shootin'. I'm cummin' all over my fuckin' pants. Man, I'd like to have that jizz shootin' into you, plowin' into you while-"
Nancy felt as if she were moving in slow motion as she jerked the phone from her ear and slammed it down in the cradle. The force of that blow made the chimes ring for what seemed like minutes. He had shot off, something new in his sick calls. He'd never done that before. Closing her eyes, Nancy found herself picturing this man, some shadowy stud at home, sitting with his legs sprawled. His pants pushed down to the tops of his boots or shoes, one hand on the phone, the other curled around a fat rod, sliding up and down, his balls jiggling with the force of those frigging movements.
"This can't go on like this, it just can't," she whispered shakily, bending over and holding her burning face in her hands.
It had been too long that she'd gone without a man. How Dale used to hold her, his fingers pinching her nipples deliciously while his mouth worked over the base of her throat. And all the while his marvellous seven-inched cock trenched out her cunthole. At times she wondered if her daughter Christina could hear her moaning, hear the two of them twisting and thrashing on the bed, wrinkling up the sheets, at times making the headboard rattle against the wall as they fucked themselves into heaven. What a marriage they had . . . both in and out of bed. That horrible accident cut short her life as well as her husband's. From that day on Nancy swore no man could ever take his place. But now she wondered. Christina was growing up, becoming more and more difficult to manage while her own life was growing stale. Soon, she knew, her daughter would be leaving. For better or worse she'd be on her own, living her own life. And what would Nancy have? This paid-for home, this cavern, dark, lonely, giving her some physical security and that was all?
She jerked her head from her hands, staring wide eyed into the darkness. The phone had been ringing when she came in from work. Nancy had had no time to flick on the lights, thinking it might be Christina phoning because of some sort of trouble. She was always getting in one sort of scrape or another. And then she realized it was that awful man, that pervert with the sexy voice telling her how he was going to fuck her!
She rose shakily from the chair, putting out one hand against the wall to steady herself. Ropes? Belts? What in God's name did he want to do to her? The thought of him tying her up, of him beating her, made her shiver. She rubbed her upper arms briskly, walking through the dark rooms toward the stairway. Christina should have been home hours ago. She'd told her daughter she didn't like the idea of her coming home after dark. There were too many strange things going on in Los Angeles now, weird men preying on young women. Three girls had disappeared from the neighborhood last week. The police found them days later, half conscious, dumped in an open field near Long Beach. They'd been beaten, raped, even burned on parts of their bodies. They were still hysterical, barely rational, when questions concerning their kidnapping were put to them. The thought that Christina could be the next victim made Nancy sick with fear.
"I'm gonna suck your cunt." Those words, that voice rippled through her mind again. She gripped the bannister tightly, closing her eyes and fighting down the itch that travelled like a burning spark up her thighs. No, no, she couldn't give in like this. She couldn't listen to that voice telling her all those terrible things!
And yet, and yet . . .
Slowly she climbed the stairs, dragging her shadow behind her. It was nearly eight o'clock. Nancy felt she should be calling some of Christina's friends. The girl always stopped off at the house of her girlfriend Kathy after school, talking with her for hours. But five hours of talk? No, her daughter was probably hanging around with the wrong crowd again, the one the high school principal had warned her about last month when her daughter was caught smoking in the John.
It was so hard raising a child today!
The call, her frustrated sexuality, the difficulty Christina was giving her, all those problems were ganging up on her. She needed a drink. She . . .
Nancy stopped on the stairs, her fingers gripping the handrail tightly. A particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt, knocking the wind from her. The subtle, sexy-wet rub of her cuntlips against her clit as she climbed the stairs was nearly too much for her. She hung her head down, her long hair falling over her face. She breathed heavily, regularly, fighting down the wild sexy images drifting across her mind's eye. No, Nancy told herself, she wasn't a teenager, someone who could spend the time to fantasize about handsome men getting hard over her body. She was a mature woman a . . .
The attractive woman gathered her strength and will and climbed up the stairs, walking down the long carpeted hall to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she opened the cabinet and drew out a small bottle of mouthwash . . . or at least that's what she told her daughter it was. Good old gin! At times like this it helped. Unscrewing the cap Nancy tilted back her head and put the bottle to her lips, groaning as the. liquid burned down her throat. What was marvellous was that her tolerance to alcohol was very low. Only a small amount put her out. Tonight, she felt, she might need the entire bottle.
It didn't take long for the alcohol to have its desired effect. She started feeling buzzy, dizzy. Nancy took another sip, then screwed the cap back on and shoved the "mouthwash" to the back of the medicine chest. A nice long shower. That's what she needed. And when she was through she'd call and find out what her daughter was up to.
The water coursed down her body pleasantly. Vaguely the woman realized she was letting it concentrate on her clit zone. She shivered, feeling the droplets bounce off her thighs and tickle that organ maddeningly. The gin was arousing her now, doing something it had never done before. She turned in the small shower stall, her face reflecting the confusion she felt as her cunt tightened and warmed once more. The water hitting her buttocks and running down her asscrack reminded her of the man's threat to fuck her in the ass!
She reached down and turned off the water, stepping from the stall and grabbing the long terry-cloth towel and dabbing herself dry; Standing up after she'd dried her feet, Nancy caught sight of herself in the steamed mirror. Yes, she was pretty still, attractive enough for men to pant after. She could understand why some man took it in his sick head to call her and say all those dreadful things. At thirty-four, she still had a firm figure, a desirable figure. Her thighs were unblemished, her flesh firm, silky, white. Her tits rode high and taut on her chest, the dark red nipples now poking out. The thick bush of cuntal hair between her lithe legs hid the full, dark-red lips now partially swollen with lust. The woman bit her lips, rocking her hips from side to side and feeling that wonderful rubbing sensation again.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
Nancy giggled a little hysterically, dropping the towel and holding onto the porcelain rim of the sink. Her clit tightened and throbbed while that odd feeling of fullness surged through her cunt and radiated up to her belly. No, no, she couldn't touch herself like this, masturbate over a silly phone call, a vision.
But the vision was all too real. She thought once more about being tied up in bed, of having those ropes chafing her wrists, of that ball gag stuffed in her mouth, pressing against her teeth and tongue while some shadowy figure knelt between her splayed thighs, curling a leather belt around his knuckles. Terror knifed through her, making her chest rise and fall mightily while juices flowed from her split pussy like lava.
Nancy felt her knees grow weak, her legs become wobbly, pressing against the front of the sink. She reached down with one hand, pushing her fingertips through the tight cuntal curls, the hairs tickling the sensitive flesh between her nails and flesh. Her digits were wet with juice. The lust was strong in her body now. The man's words echoed through her sex-fogged brain. Fucking. Sucking. The feel of his lips, of his arms, of his cock was all over her. Nancy swayed drunkenly in front of the mirror, pulling her lips farther back, exposing the tiny pulsing gland.
Through the mist created on the mirror by her breath, she saw her tits rising and falling, the nipples hardening and turning an almost purplish red. She sighed, thinking of Dale, then thinking of that unknown caller again and wondering how he looked, how he would fuck her, how he would tie her up and do all those horrible things to her!
She eased two fingers into her cunthole again, making them inch in and out in small, fucking movements until she thought she'd faint from pleasure. Lust churned through every part of her body. Fanning out her toes until they cramped, Nancy wished she could touch herself all over. She closed her eyes, rubbing the fronts of her legs over the cool, cracking porcelain. Her pussy was cooking, baking in the rising sexuality stoked by her dirty thoughts.
Visions of her body twisting in the bonds, of the smacking sounds that belt would make as it chewed into her belly flesh, tortured her mind. She braced herself on the balls of her feet, leaning over the narrow sink. Her tits flattened on the wet mirror. She pressed her shoulders close to the slippery glass, moving them up and down so her tits rubbed rhythmically on the glass. Her fingers moved deeper, feeling the slick cuntal walls cramping down on them. She flailed her clit with her thumb while her fingers drilled deeper and probed faster into her hole.
What am I doing? she thought to herself, suddenly giggling again. Didn't she know? Couldn't she tell by the way her fingers were fucking in and out of her hole what she was doing, what she actually wanted to be done to her body?
''Uhhhhhh ..." she groaned.
How a man's cock would feel now sliding through her cunt, stimulating her clit! Her fingers could only approximate the delicious, mind-blasting feeling a stud's dick had in her cunt. Yes, Dale was a stud, the man who called her was probably a stud even if somewhat mentally ill.
She was close, oh, so close. Her buttocks tightened and separated as she thrust her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt. She twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger. The small sex spindle was swollen, stretched like a small thumb, easy for her to grab.
Nancy stuck her fingers deeper in her wet, sloppy hole. She jerked her thumb and forefinger back and forth with faster movements, making her clit ache with lust. She was gasping, sobbing with desire. With a shriek, the woman gave her clit a final jerk. Climax burst over her tortured mind like a burst of fireworks. She screamed, her feet sliding and slipping over the tiled floor. Banging her forehead hard against the mirror the woman hung onto the sink for all she was worth.
Sighing, sucking in air to feed her twisting body, Nancy found herself sinking to the floor. Brilliant flashes of light exploded behind her eyes as the room spun dizzyingly in front of her. When she finally came to her senses she found herself curled in a fetal position under the sink, her right hand still cupped around her spasming cunt.
She ran her fingers through her hair, breathing deeply, regularly. It had been so long since she'd cum like that. Once or twice when Christina wasn't at home, she'd climaxed in bed while thinking of Dale. But the power, the overwhelming sense of orgasm hadn't hit her like this since she'd fucked with her husband. Those damned phone calls, what he said about tying her up and fucking her, those horrible words and threats had done this to her!
Staggering to her feet, Nancy turned on the shower once more, stepping into the stall and feeling much more relaxed. No, she wouldn't listen to that maniac on the receiver. She would call the police tomorrow and tell them about the dirty messages. If they couldn't do anything, she would change her home number.
"Ummmm," the woman moaned as the warm water touched her cunt. Yes, it felt good, oh, so good. But this had to stop. As she'd said to herself before, she was too old for this sort of thing.
Drying herself off a second time, Nancy found her thoughts drifting back to her daughter. It was eight-thirty and Christina still wasn't home. Nancy was worried sick.
Chapter Two
"Stop it! My mother'll kill you when she finds out!" Christina shouted.
"Yeah, if she finds us," the big football quarterback snarled, unbuckling the long, brass-buckled leather belt from around his waist. He held it tightly staring down at the helpless, naked, blonde teenager. Christina held both arms tightly across her tits, her eyes traveling briefly to the shredded material of her clothes.
"You can't get away with this!" the blonde screamed, her eyes searching desperately for an exit. It was futile. Phil Harrington had taken her downstairs in his parents' home. There were no windows, and no one was at home. It had seemed like such a great idea, going home with the star football player she met at Kathy's this afternoon. He traveled with a fast crowd but Christina thought she could handle him. Even when Kathy warned her about "stories" she'd heard about the young athlete, the blonde dismissed them as tales. But after he'd closed the kitchen door behind them and descended the stairs, Phil had turned into an animal, tearing off her clothes while pawing her body cruelly. When she resisted and tried squirming away, he went crazy, stripping her naked completely, then backhanding her across the face, a blow that sent her spinning several feet and crashing onto a large red sofa bed. Now he was standing above her, threatening her with that belt.
"What's wrong with you?" she shouted, her eyes widening. No one had ever dared treat her like this. Her mother even thought twice before slapping her as a child. "I've done nothing to you."
She was sobbing. The shadow of Phil's raised arm cut across her belly. That dangling belt was terribly threatening. Christina had never known anything like this before. Even now she doubted the reality of what was hap-
pening to her. The couch behind her, Phil towering over her, the swinging of his belt could all be fantasies.
"Don't matter," he whispered, tapping the belt lightly on his shoes.
"Please, I-"
"Roll over on your belly, dumb slut," he ordered, snapping the belt like a whip against the sofa bed.
"No, I-"
"Roll over unless you want me to tear off your fuckin' tits."
The young girl obeyed, feeling bile rising in her throat. How could she handle this? Christina had always been one to stay in control no matter what. Her mother, her friends, everything that crossed her life had been something she controlled. Now Phil had usurped that authority, threatening her unless she obeyed.
Shame made her face red. No man had ever seen her naked before. And now she was lying there, the swell of her plump, taut buttocks rising in the air. She could feel his eyes staring at her ass, traveling up to the blonde curls that peeked up around her asscheeks. Instinctively the girl curled her fingers and held tightly onto a pillow.
Phil smacked his lips. He enjoyed doing this to women, especially girls a little younger than he. It wasn't all that hard for him and his buddies to line up girls for these kind of dates.
Most of them refused to tell others about his quirks when they were through. The few who talked weren't believed and were generally shamed into silence.
"Bitch," he muttered, his cock tenting the front of his faded Levi's. His eyes glistened, his lower jaw quivering as he tensed his arm and drew it back. The belt was draped over his biceps ready to swing forward. Under him Christina trembled, her knees digging into the soft sofa cushion, spreading slowly apart, revealing more of her blonde cuntal curls. Sweat began to gather in her tight little butt-crack.
Christina tensed, hearing the belt hissing through the air. Jerking her head up she saw the shadow of the belt descend quickly toward her asscheeks. She screamed, her shout quickly followed by the dry smacking of the leather.
"AIYEEEEEE!" she screamed.
The black leather belt raised a small purple welt on her right buttock. She jerked, her arms shooting out while her legs snapped apart. Her fingers dug deeper into the soft pillow while she buried her face in it, stifling her moans of pain and fear. This was supposed to be a harmless necking session-or so she thought. Her nostrils flared as she drew more oxygen in to feed her body. Clenching her teeth, the blonde waited for the next blow, the heat from the last one burning like a branding iron.
"UGHHHP she grunted as the belt hit.
The second was lighter, a teasing one. She squirmed and whimpered, every nerve ending in her body alive to the torment. Phil laughed softly, calling her dirty names, telling her she deserved this for teasing him.
"I swear I never did that," she protested, turning her tear-streaked face up toward him.
"Little fuckin' bitches like you cock tease everybody, don't gimme that shit," Phil snapped, cracking the belt sharply across his shoes. "You need a little discipline, slut. Something to remind you of who's the fuckin' boss around here."
Christina could see she was dealing with some irrational hatred Phil had. She was trapped into this, unable to escape until he had satisfied whatever sick need was spinning around in his brain.
The blows came rapidly, one following another in quick succession. Welts crisscrossed Christina's jiggling buttocks until all her assflesh was reddened from the constant whipping. Phil was breathing heavily, the sounds he was making mingling with her cries and gasps. She tried not to cry again. But the leather belt burned her flesh so. Her buttocks felt as if someone were pouring burning gasoline on her flesh. Phil was going crazy, telling her she was nothing better than a common whore. Would he never get tired? He was so strong, he probably could go on beating her ass for hours more.
Christina doubted she could stand much more of this. Already the searing pain had sparked into her cunt. Rather than blunt the pleasure rushing through her clit the beating leather increased it. Each blow made her cuntal nerves vibrate like tightly strung strings. Her hair fanned over her jutting shoulder blades, her body tormented by that wildly flailing belt.
"Ohhhhhuhhggh ..." she moaned.
Christina chewed the pillow, hiding her lust-bloated face in the lumpy head-couch. Her buttocks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing. She had to keep her lips tightly pursed, holding back the cry of joy she wanted to shout.
"Raise that butt, baby, raise it up so I can smack it good and hard," Phil said, reaching down with his free hand and rubbing his dick through his pants.
Christina did as she was ordered, raising her ass, feeling her cuntlips peel back a little farther.
"Fuckin' little whore. I'm gettin' too damned tired beatin' the shit out of you," Phil said, threading the belt back through the loops of his pants. What he'd hoped for back at Christina's girlfriend's home was a reality. He had a victim and she had a hell of a lot of strength!
Probably a virgin to boot, Phil thought, noticing the confusion registering in her face.
A more experienced girl would know what was going on.
"You dig this, baby? Come on, tell ol' Phil the truth," he said, bringing his face down to hers.
Christina turned her tear-streaked face toward the wall, unable to stare at him. The animal, she felt, would do more harm to her if he knew she was enjoying this. The truth could be read in her eyes. No, he could never know he was exciting her!
The bed sagged as Phil sat down. The smell of his sweat came through his t-shirt and Levi's. It was the smell of a man, an odor that triggered the girl into high heat. Christina pushed her face deeper into the pillow, fighting down the desire to turn around and throw her arms around his shoulders. How her ass burned from the belting! How good it felt as more sexual sparks showered into her pussy, making more juice ooze out and soak the sofa cushion.
"I got more shit for you, baby," he said, trailing his fingertips up and down her curled spine. "I'll have you dancin' naked before I'm through with you. And I'll have you diggin' every second of it."
He rose, the bed springs snapping back.
"Now, you wanna tell me how much you like it? You wanna tell me how much you wanna suck my dick?"
"No!" she shouted into the pillow, punching it with her fists.
"I'll have to coax out the truth then," Phil said, unfastening his Levi's.
Christina heard his belt buckle striking the tiled floor. The dragging sound that followed was his Levi's slithering across the floor as he stepped out of them. Her heart stopped then started again. Oh, she couldn't stand this any more. She couldn't just turn her face away and pretend nothing was happening. Slowly, cautiously the blonde teen drew her head from the pillow and peered over her right shoulder.
Christina bit her lip as she saw Phil standing there, shrugging off his shirt, his eyes fastened on her buttocks. He was so handsome, so muscular. Her pussy started to twitch and jerk as if it had a life of its own. A thousand hot needles probed her tiny clit, making her shiver and making her pussy snap shut on thin air. Her thighs alternately chilled and heated while her buttocks opened and closed. That thing sticking straight out from his groin-ohhh, it was so big! It was much fatter and longer and darker than anything she'd ever seen in those sex education books! It had to be at least two inches across on that mushroom-shaped head. And those dark blue veins pulsing against the pink dick flesh looked too dangerous for anyone to touch them!
Phil was laughing at her, enjoying her surprise, her displeasure. Yes, she was giving herself up to this man, tearing away the last veil of decency in her life. It had been hanging only by a thread anyway. Christina had secretly been looking for a man strong enough, manly enough, to do her the dishonors. But she never would have believed it would have begun like this . . . with the belting, with the obscene remarks, everything that seemed to excite the hell out of her. Oh, if only her mother could see her now, see her precious little princess rutting like a mare!
"I'm gonna stick this mother into you, baby . . . gonna split you wide open with it. Gonna bust that fuckin' cherry with the head," he said, brushing his fingertips over the piss-slit for emphasis, turning them around so Christina could see the slippery cum on his hands.
"No, no, don't do that. You're crazy!" she cried, her eyes widening. He couldn't stick something the size of a barber pole in her tight virgin pussy. Terror shot through her like lightning. The girl stared at that thick shaft sticking from his hairy groin. It was a cylinder of veins and muscle, seeming to grow steadily with each passing second. Sweat beaded up on her forehead. She tore the thin material of the pillow cover, breathing shallow as her eyes focused on the dribbling piss-slit.
"It'll hurt at first. But then you'll get used to it."
"No, no, NEVER!" she cried.
But there was nowhere to run. That cock was frightening. It was so big. She could never accommodate it in her little cunt. And as Phil strode to the edge of the couch, laughing at her fear, his rod bobbed, drops of white cream oozing across the spongy, purple tip. He was there next to the sofa. The odor of his sweat dotting the thick black hairs curled around his balls made her gasp. It was so strong, so wonderful, making her cuntal walls buckle once more.
"Oh God, God ..." she gasped.
"That's it, baby, go ahead and pray . . . pray while I fuck the shit outta you. Before I'm finished with you I'll have you beggin' me for more dick."
Phil was rough. He jerked her legs apart with his big, calloused hands, the force of that move spreading her cuntlips open. More lust oil spilled out of the hairy hole, wetting down her thighs, slickening down Phil's fingers. Even with this evidence showing just how hot she was, Christina protested her innocence, reaching down, trying to knock away his hands as they gripped her thighs firmly.
"Don't gimme any shit, baby, or I'll knock your head through the fuckin' wall and still fuck you silly," Phil threatened.
The blonde teen threw her head to one side, groaning as he pinned her cuntlips back and crawled onto the sofa.
He shoved forward hard, the sudden thrust sending slivers of pain along her labes. The girl writhed on the sofa, feeling the scratchy material of the couch rub against her buttocks. Phil was a brute! How could he do something like this to her? This was rape . . . pure and simple rape! Christina tried once again to knock his hands away. But the big athlete only threatened her again, shoving his dick in a little harder.
"WAWWWHHHHHH ..." The blonde teen threw her head back, shouting out for help. It was an ache that quickly sharpened into a concentrated pain. Her legs shivered, then flew apart while she dug her head into the pillow a little deeper. The room spun around like a giant merry-go-round.
"Stop it. Oh, God, stop it please . . . ohhh, won't you stop?"
Her pleas ended in choked sobs. Tears streaked her cheeks. The fat dickhead was working its way in, pressing back her juice-slicked cuntlips, forcing the folds and hollows of her pussy apart. Phil threw back his head and grunted, shaking the sweat off his face. His fingers were digging into her flesh brutally, leaving black and blue marks on her arms and shoulders.
"Man, awwwhhhhh fuck," Phil growled, spraying spit on her face and belly. He bent over a little more, twisting her hair around his fingers and jerking hard while shoving his dick a little deeper into her cunt. Christina's face whitened, then turned a beet red when she felt that thing come up against her cherry.
"No . . . NOOOOOOl" she cried.
Her face was a mixture of shock ;and pain. She doubled up, snapping1 her legs, together and pushing up with her knees, trying to press them against his belly and shove him away. Phil did nothing for a while, watching the blonde teen grow hysterical under his cock drilling. Her hair splashed over her face while sweat glistened all over her body. Christina was grunting with the effort, beating her small fists against his chest, still trying to work her legs together to shove him away.
"That's enough," he shouted, jerking one hand back and bringing down the flat of his palm sharply against one cheek.
"UGNHHHH!" the girl cried, her head snapping to one side from the force of the blow. Her struggling suddenly stopped. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes. Her arms fell to her sides while her knees sagged apart, touching the edges of the sofa cushion. Christina was stunned into submission.
"Fuck, yeah, nice hot, juicy pussy," Phil said, purposely intimidating her with his filthy words.
"Oh no, no noooooo ..." she sobbed.
The pain was nearly overwhelming. But more than the agony was the shame, the horror that she was being fucked against her will. Will? Christina guessed that was what it was called. Her body certainly wasn't part of this will. It was juicing, becoming more and more excited as the seconds ticked by and as Phil skewered her pussy with his rod.
Oh,-'how it drilled' into, her slit,! making he* nerves recoil and sputter with excitement. She could feel him all the way up to her shitter and tits. He was shoving harder, shoving back those inner muscles. For a second Christina thought she was going to lose consciousness. Then Phil angled his cock up, making sure it rubbed against her clit. Oh, how she loved that sensation, loved and hated it! Shivers ripped up and down her spine. Curling her back, the young blonde instinctively rocked back and forth, increasing the wild sensation rushing between her legs. How odd it felt having hot and cold flashes at the same time! The girl had never experienced anything so totally consuming as this!
"Ugnhhhh!"
It was Phil, grunting with surprise as his dickhead touched something very firm, something that wouldn't let him push any deeper. Her cherry! Christina came back to life again, beating the balls of her feet against his back, reaching up and pressing the palms of both hands against his chest, trying to shove him away.
But the girl could do no good. She felt his hips flexing, tensing, pushing forward, his legs shoving against the backs of hers while his hands gripped her shoulders and shoved her deep in the couch. Helplessly the girl wept, her tears rolling down either side of her face and soaking the pillow underneath. Outside she could hear a dog barking. Someone was leading a normal life while she was . . . ohhh, she couldn't think of it!
"A fuckin' virgin. I dig it," Phil said, his lips curling into a broad smile.
He pulled back his dick until only the head was trapped between her snug-fitting cuntlips. He was fucking his rod in only a few inches, his eyes wide with lust as he stared at how her pussy was moving, actually moving like some tiny frightened animal under that rod's stimulation.
It was humiliating, it was . . . wonderful! The constant tiny thrusts awakened her clit fully. All through her pussy the nerves tightened and sparked with wild delight. The girl concentrated on the overpowering vibrations tearing at her clit. Yes, yes, as brutal as his fucking was, Phil was something like a godsend to her. Christina clawed at the sofa cushion, feeling her clit stretch with lust. Her thighs and belly tightened while her nipples turned a darker red and peaked up sharply from her tits. Oh, what a slut she was turning into!
Chapter Three
"Goddamned little bitch. Man, you can't get enough of my dick, can you? Shit, you're gobblin' it up like there was no tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, oh, yes," Christina panted, feeling shame wash over her like water.
What she was doing went against all her moral training. She could imagine her mother throwing her out of the house once she heard about such wild goings-on. Well, her mother needn't hear about it. Yes, she was a shameless street whore, needing more of this wonderful/terrible pleasure. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Why should she try? The last shreds of morality were exerting themselves, trying to make themselves heard. But Christina's body needs were more urgent, more pressing. She snapped her head from side to side again, trying to get rid of the moral voices telling her that what she was doing was terribly wrong.
"NO!" she said more to herself than to the ] big stud on top of her.
"Yeah, baby, you want it bad. Well, you're J gonna get it. I'm gonna fuck you so Goddamned hard you're gonna be tastin' cum from now on," Phil growled, excited by the young blonde's reluctance.
With that Phil lowered himself completely onto her. Christina shivered when she felt the hairs of his chest scrape teasingly over her nipples and belly. His flesh was so rough, so scratchy with that body fur, so exciting! Her pussy tightened around his dickhead, milking at it, making the big man shudder and groan.
"Shit, I ain't known too many cunts who could do that. Baby, I ain't gonna be lettin' you go for a long time," Phil whispered, flicking his tongue into one waxy ear canal.
"No, no, I'm not that kind of . . . of girl," Christina sobbed, blinking away the tears.
Phil only laughed at this obvious lie, angling his dick up once more and -riving half the length along its slick, rounded head. The girl snapped her knees against his thighs, rubbing them from side to side, feeling more juice seep from her hole and drip down onto Phil's hairy, swinging balls.
Christina's eyes widened while tremors erupted all through her cunt and belly. Her buttocks tensed, tightening while the intrusion in her pussy increased. His cockhead was shoving hard against her cherry again, forcing that membrane to pucker inward. The blonde felt an increase in pain deep in her cunt. She batted her eyelids, curling her fingers and clawing at the young man's broad shoulders. No, he couldn't fuck her like this. She didn't want to lose her cherry. She remembered her mother's words about young men not caring for a girl if she wasn't a virgin! She wanted to get married, have children. No decent man wanted damaged goods!
"No, stop! I'll do anything, give you anything. Just don't go . . . any further!"
Phil only laughed, shaking the sweat from his eyes. His thighs tensed, his legs shoving hard against hers, his dickhead about to pierce through her cherry. Christina let out a long, high-pitched wail as pain seared through her brain.
That was Phil's warning that he was going through. Christina felt something tear deep inside her, that sensation quickly followed by a rushing. He was driving his dick all the way in her! The girl's eyes widened, then shut tightly as she let out a long, low cry. The room darkened for a moment and Christina thought she was about to pass out once more. No, no, somehow she managed to stay conscious. She couldn't afford to faint.
"Yeah, yeah, you're doin' okay, baby, okay," Phil said, resting on top of her.
He was moving his hips subtly from side to side, stirring his hard dick gently in her cunt like a giant spoon. Christina hugged his body tightly with the insides of her thighs. It was so strange having that hard thing throbbing inside her, its hot sides turning her cunt into a sensuous, buttery mass. The amazing size of his dick promised her more pleasure than she'd had so far.
"Come on, baby, we're goin' to the moon and back," Phil said after several minutes had passed.
Christina protested, not yet sure of how her pussy would react to a hard reaming so soon after her cherry had been popped. But Phil wasn't about to wait any longer. He pulled her head to his face and kissed her passionately, his tongue flicking down into her mouth.
Slowly, gradually, then more roughly he started fucking her. Christina found herself resting on his cock. The knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge along the bottom of his rod stimulated the nerve endings inside. Christina tightened her cunt muscle again, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. He groaned into that spit-slicked kiss.
Soon any inhibitions she might have had about fucking disappeared. Christina was nothing more than a fucking machine, a young girl twisting like a slut on the couch, her legs twisted around Phil's hard-muscled body, her cunt split wide open by his dick and spilling out juice that soaked the bottom cushion. She 'couldn't feel anything except his cock, couldn't hear anything except his foul words and heavy breathing. He was shoving her deeper into the sofa, his hipbones banging against hers, his arms tightening around her body. Christina felt herself melting away into a completely different person.
The rising heat in her pussy made her move again. When she arched her back, he pulled his dick out until he was nearly freed of her pussy. That frightened the girl. No, he couldn't leave her like this . . . high and dry! She clawed desperately at him, shoving her cunt up, sliding it all the way up to his dick root.
"Man, you can't get away from it, can you? You gotta have it all, huh?"
The words made her flush with shame. It was true. She took his entire dick, the whole length and thickness of it spreading apart her juicy cuntal walls.
"Gonna fuck you good, now. Gonna give it to you so good you ain't gonna be able to piss for weeks," Phil breathed into her ear.
His moustache tickled her. The girl shivered, spreading her legs wide apart. More cream bubbled out of her slit, wetting down his driving cock and swinging balls. She could feel the hard pole gliding in and out of her, soothing down the spot where her cherry had once been anchored. Now there was nothing there but a memory as Phil kept on shoving.
"Unnghhhh . . . OHHHHHH!" she cried.
Christina threw back her head, rolling it from side to side. Strands of blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks. His dick was like a torch burning through cotton. With one particularly powerful fucking thrust, the young athlete drove the full length of his rod ali the way in, resting on top of her body for a second.
The blonde teen shuddered, feeling the sweat drip down his face. His dick throbbed deep inside her.
"Feel it now, baby? Feel real good and hot and tight?"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Christina turned her face away. Phil reached down and held it in both hands, almost spitting into it as he asked her again if she liked getting reamed out by his hard rod.
"Yes! YES!" she shouted.
"Better," he whispered, letting her go and going back to his fucking.
He had to be winding up this session. She felt the rushing of his cock as it tore through her cunt. Before she knew it he was hammering at her clit. This time the young man didn't stop his fucking movements. He was going for broke. His thighs slammed rhythmically faster and faster against her crotch. Christina felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her clit. She was rocketing up toward a dramatic climax, feeling her cunt tightening around his dick. The girl tensed her thighs and buttocks, flexing them up, hitting his groin with her crotch. Up and down, up and down the girl rode his ramming dick. Both of them were dripping with sweat. The sofa creaked and groaned with the battle going on. She grunted with the force of his shoves, feeling her pussy being stretched wider and wider by his dickhead.
"Ohhhhh ..." Christina moaned as a flash of sexual fire raced through her cunt. Her legs tightened around Phil's lower back. She wanted to draw him closer, tighter to her sweaty body. Her ass ground up to meet him, the girl feeling her entire body clutching him as he fucked the shit out of her!
"Cummmmmmmm!'' she cried, wondering where on earth she'd learned that that was the thing to say just before your world blew apart.
"Get it, baby, fuck it out. Man, come on, you little slut, come on and work it on out. I wanna feel you cummin' on my cock," Phil growled.
Christina didn't know exactly what he was talking about. But her instincts were taking over where knowledge failed. Phil worked his thick-muscled hips like pile drivers, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven. He was tossing his head from side to side, strands of hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. Christina could feel his dick jerking and throbbing crazily inside her while his balls slapped hard against her upturned buttocks. Something wild, something crazy was going to happen in a second.
"Ohhhhh NOOOOOOO!" she screamed.
Christina felt a fire racing through her body, racing through all parts and finally spreading to her cunt and ass. It felt as if every muscle were tightening up for one massive, jolting blast. Her cuntal muscles squeezed against Phil's driving rod, getting ready for the big shot, her first cum that would put a final end to her virginity!
"CUM!" Phil shouted.
He increased his fucking thrusts until his dick burned with friction. Then suddenly Christina felt his body shake, vibrate against her. He held his breath, then let it out with a low, shuddering moan. The fucking stopped, his hips grinding slowly from side to side. But his dick was moving wildly, jumping all around inside her cunt, banging against the slick walls, spitting out wad after wad of thick, creamy rich cum. Christina couldn't believe the sensation of having jizz sprayed into her like that! She could actually feel it, feel it as if he were giving her a wild, wonderful douche!
Her cuntal walls tightened against the full length, clutching at it, holding it as hot jets of that scalding stuff burst out of the cockhead and filled her pussy. Yes, oh, yes, this was what being a woman was all about. She'd heard some stories from her friends about fucking. But nothing could have told her how wonderful the final moments were. Stars popped in front of her eyes as she teetered on the brink of a mind-blasting climax.
The explosion began somewhere inside her belly, then quickly spread to her crotch and asshole. It felt as if the whole world were inside her crashing and blowing apart. Her cuntal walls spasmed, then buckled in, clutching more tightly around Phil's spitting cockmeat. The squirming, jerking rod kept moving as if it would never stop as the big man's balls pumped their load into the hot, willing girl.
Christina thought she was going to die. Something this good just wasn't possible for human beings to experience and live. Her world seemed to end as first one spasm, then another, then another attacked her clit. Attacked! That was a good verb for it. It felt as if she were being pulled apart, as if her flesh were being torn from her bones and the whole thing felt soo damned good! Again and again the clit-tearing sensations rushed through her pussy. For a few seconds, at least, Christina thought she was floating effortlessly through the air. Yes, yes, it was marvelous! No guilt, nothing but the raw animal passion of being fucked by that hard, hot dick!
The girl didn't know how long her climax lasted. When it was over she found herself laying splayed open, one leg draped over the edge of the sofa cushion, the other still pressed against the backrest. Cum and cunt juice dribbled slowly from her slit, wetting down her ass crack and shitter. Sweat cooled on her flesh, making her skin pucker up into goose pimples as a draft blew over her.
Phil had pulled his softened cock from her a little while before. He was wiping himself down, staring at the naked, fucked young blonde.
"You were a fuckin' virgin. But, man, you've been wantin' this for a long time. I'm gonna keep you around me till you're broke in," Phil said, wiping his cock and balls, then throwing the sweat and cum-dampened towel into Christina's face. Ugh! She could smell the pungent aroma of the two liquids in the cotton material. What had turned her on before, now repulsed her.
"Ugh!" Christina cried. She threw the towel down to the floor, crossing her arms over her tits and hugging her body. She felt so dirty, so violated! Drawing her legs up to her tits, the young blonde searched the room for her clothes. She had to get out of here, run safely to her mother, to home!
"What's the matter, chick? You ain't turned onto dick no more?"
Phil's face darkened when she didn't answer. Christina shrank back, pressing her body into the sofa as the big athlete approached. His flaccid cock swung lazily back and forth with each step he took. Phil stopped by the side of the couch, reaching down and curling her hair in his fingers. As he talked, he pulled harder and harder up on her hair.
"You probably wanna go home and cry to mamma now, right? Shit, all you cunts are alike," he spat, jerking up on her hair.
Christina yelped, then sucked in her lower lip and bit down. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse leaped in her throat. She would agree with him on anything, anything, just as long as she could get out of there in one piece!
"Yes, yes," she panted. He was tearing the hair from her scalp. Christina raised herself from the cushion, tilting her head to one side as he started drawing her from the sofa.
"But you want it bad, don'tcha? DONT'CHA?" he shouted. With another shout Phil grabbed more hair and pulled hard, yanking her off the couch.
"OOOOWWW!" Christina screamed, her hands flailing up, beating at the fingers caus-
ing so much pain. She tumbled head over heels onto the floor, her legs folding under her jiggling buttocks while her tits bounced against her chest. She tried to stand up but Phil kept drawing her forward, laughing at her while pulling at her hair.
"Tell me you want my dick!" he snarled, stepping back farther.
"Oh, God!" Christina cried, her knees scraping across the carpeting. "Yes, yes, I want your . . . your cock." He had knocked her hands away from his fingers, threatening to break her knuckles if she pulled anything like that again.
"Cocksucker! That's what you wanna be, isn't it? Man, bitch, you wanna suck dick. Too bad I can't get hard again for a while. I'd shove this rod down your fuckin' throat till the head hit your fuckin' belly. G'wan, get dressed, bitch!"
With that, he let go of her hair, hitting her forehead hard with the flat of his hand. Christina flew back, her arms stretched back to catch her. Scrambling to her feet, the blonde teen grabbed her clothes, rolling them up into a ball and running around the couch. She would have run into the streets and dressed there. But Phil would have chased her, dragged her back in and beaten her. No, she couldn't take any more chances with this maniac. The best thing was to get dressed and leave fast.
Stumbling up the stairs, the girl ran through the kitchen, catching a glance of herself in the full-length hall mirror. Her hair was tangled, flying behind her while her belly and buttocks jiggled from her running.
"Oh!" Christina cried, running into the large main bathroom and slamming the door behind her. For several seconds she stood with her back pressed against the door, panting in the darkness, still holding her clothes tightly to her belly. The fucking, the beating, her excitement at everything Phil had done to her rushed in on her consciousness. Oh, she had willingly let him fuck her! No, at first he raped her, but then . . . oh, what was the difference? In the end she'd turned onto him like the bitch he said she was. She wanted his cock, wanted it ramming her harder. When he hit her, told her all those awful things, whispered in her ear about how tight and hot and wet her pussy was, God, how she shivered with delight!
"No, oh, no!" she moaned, hiding her face in her clothes. Christina slid to the floor, moaning with shame and disgust at herself. She knelt there on the tiled bathroom floor sobbing for her lost innocence. Never again would she be able to look at a man the same way she had earlier. Her eyes would drop to his crotch, her mind wondering just how big he was. And then . . .
Ten minutes later Christina emerged from the bathroom, afraid to make a sound. She listened for some movement. Down the hall she saw shadows moving. It would be impossible for her to get out of here without going in that" direction. Sucking in a deep breath, the. girl held her hands modestly in front of her and started down the hall toward the liv-ingroom door. When she got to the end of the hall, she saw Phil sitting with a pair of shorts on, his feet propped up on the coffee table. In front of him the television flickered, some news program on. He had a beer in one hand. When she started moving toward the door he stretched out one hand, grabbing her wrist.
"You're gonna be a good little slut and come back here tomorrow night, right? My folks are gonna be out again and I'm gonna have some buddies over. We're gonna want some entertainment."
"Yes . . . yes, I'll be there," she cried in a strained voice. Phil had put down his beer and was twisting her hand around, nearly cracking her wrist bones. Sharp flashes of pain radiated up and down her right arm like electric bolts. Christina's knees buckled as she bent forward, trying to twist around and ease the pressure.
"You'd better be. You try fuckin' me over, baby, and I'll come to your fuckin' house and drag you out, understand?" Phil threatened, giving her wrist a final twist before letting her go.
Christina yelped, stumbled forward, then ran for the front door. She didn't stop running until she was halfway down the block. Stopping, looking around to make sure no one saw her, the girl leaned against an elm and started crying, holding her face in her hands and wondering how on earth she was going to get out of this horrible mess!
Chapter Four
"I told you, Christina, I don't like the idea of you running around with that Kathy Edwards. Her parents let her go wild. I won't have a daughter of mine doing things like that."
Nancy brushed some stray hairs from her face as she served morning breakfast juice to her daughter. The sun streamed gaily into the small kitchen. Christina was sitting quietly with her head bent forward. Last night she ar-
rived home late and managed to go upstairs to her bedroom without saying much to her mother. She showered several times, each time wishing the water would rinse away her guilt. But she thought of Phil's hard cock, of how it had reamed out her cunthole. There was little sense of guilt then. She stood under the pelting water, the drops bouncing off her cuntlips, teasing her rising clit, making her wish in a way she were back at Phil's house twisting under his heavy body. Oh, how terrible she was!
Sitting there under her mother's watchful gaze, the young teen felt her nipples rising, poking against her halter. And her cunt was growing so hot and itchy! It felt as if it were swelling open! Secretively the girl shifted her ass, moving her cuntlips against one another to take care of that embarrassing, teasing ache.
"There's nothing wrong with Kathy, Mother. She's a lot of fun, and she respects her parents," Christina said, holding her glass of orange juice against the side of her face. How she wanted to tell someone about last night. If only she could speak frankly to her mother, ask her if "she felt anything wrong or weird when Phil fucked her. But of course that wasn't possible!
"If you paid more attention to your studies than going out, your grades wouldn't be so low," Nancy said, sitting opposite her daughter. Oh, why were their conversations more like battles lately? She so wanted to get close to Christina again . . . just as they had been so many years ago. But lately the girl was growing away from her. She could feel the walls being erected even now as she sipped her coffee and stared at her.
"Mother, don't be so old-fashioned."
Maybe I could tell Kathy, Christina thought, glancing up at the wall clock. It was seven-thirty. Kathy would be getting ready for cheer leaders. She might have some extra time before homeroom. Christina began wolfing down breakfast, talking with her mouth full, telling her mother she'd nearly forgotten about a study class she'd joined. It was going to meet in a few minutes.
"Christina," Nancy said, rising from the table just as her daughter shoved back her chair. The woman was holding onto the table top, leaning against the edge, wishing she could find some magic word to make everything right again.
"Nothing," Nancy said, dropping her eyes and letting out a sigh. "Let's talk tonight, all right?"
"Sure mother, sure," the girl said, kissing Nancy lightly on the forehead. She rushed about the house, gathering up her books and papers, slipped on a skimpy wool sweater, then skipped out of the house. She'd have a lot to tell Kathy about. She just had to be sure that awful Phil Harrington wasn't around. She didn't want any scenes.
"Ohhhh," Nancy said, sinking back into the chair. She held her head in both hands, breathing heavily. Her cunt was hot again, itchy and achey at the same time as well. How could she tell her daughter something like that? Lord, wasn't there anything she could do right? Her daughter was drifting out of reach, and her own personal life was falling to pieces. Yes, she should go out, meet men, go to bed with them. Then maybe this constant pulsing itch that drove her half mad night and day would end. But what would the neighbors say? Would Christina's friends laugh behind her back, making obscene comments about her mother having dates?
Nancy moved her thighs against one another, feeling her swelling cuntlips brush over her clit. Was this the way she could take care of herself? Was she going to go through life touching herself in the dead of night, masturbating in bathrooms? There were men out there, men who looked at her lush body whenever she walked by. She knew they were staring at her ass, her thighs, her tits, wondering if she was a good hot fuck! She could feel their eyes burning through her clothing as she walked from the supermarket to the station wagon. Nancy tried but couldn't ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs then. Her hair-covered pussy dripped with juice then, the labes peeling back, exposing the rich, moist, dark-red meat throbbing with desire. How she wanted one of those men to come up to her, proposition her, even take advantage of her right there in the parking lot.
What am I thinking of? the woman thought, pushing the chair back and standing. She was about to get dressed for the day when the phone jangled.
Nancy crossed her arms, hugging her body as the ringing echoed through the big house. Was it her daughter in trouble? Or was it that horrible man with those filthy words vomiting out of his mouth! No, it couldn't be him. Breathers called at night, getting their jollies by talking dirty in the shadows. Feeling a little more relieved at this self-confidence, Nancy walked over to the wall phone, half expecting to hear Christina's voice.
"Hey, baby, I wanna suck your damned cunt! Yeah, I wanna stick my tongue up your pussy and drink up all that juice, watch you twistin' and squirmin' on that fuckin' bed," a voice whispered on the receiver.
Nancy felt the floor drop from under her. She leaned against the wall, twisting the elastic phone cord around her fingers again. Her heart was beating like a triphammer. For a while she thought her knees were giving way. She leaned against the wall, her breathing becoming more labored as the man's descriptions of what he wanted to do to her became more graphic.
"Stop it! I'm going to hang up!"
He laughed sexily, making soft, wet smacking sounds on the phone.
"Then why don't you?" There was another long pause. "You don't wanna, do you? You wanna get down there on your fuckin' knees and suck dick, don'tcha? Man, you're like all broads-they keep sayin' no, then they can't get enough cock in 'em."
"Shut up! I'm going to change this phone number. You won't be able to get ahold of me again!" Nancy screamed into the phone.
Somehow she managed to tear the receiver from her ear and slam it down hard in the cradle. She stood there in the brightly lit kitchen staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring, almost expecting it to blow apart.
And when it did the woman jumped an inch off the floor. She reached up, tore the receiver from the hook, and put it to her ear. The moment she heard that breathing again she screamed, "Stop it! STOP IT! I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
Dropping the receiver, Nancy backed away, hugging her body with both arms. Then she turned and bolted into the living room, hearing faint squawking laughter coming from the hanging receiver.
Who is that? she wondered, sitting on the edge of the sofa, still hugging her body. And what was worse, why was she reacting so powerfully to his voice? Last night as she lay naked and alone in her bed Nancy thought of that man, heard his words ringing in her head. She thought about his dick, what it must look like and touched herself. With her fingers dipping in and out of her swampy hole, with her ass dancing on the mattress Nancy came, biting her lower lip until she drew blood to keep from shouting out her joy. And all the while she could hear that shadowy voice telling her wonderful, terrible things about her body and what he wanted to do to it.
She stood up, holding her gown tightly to her body. She felt her tits swelling until the nipples were tense, hard. Perhaps she should get a part-time job. Living on a pension was fine, but it was giving her far too much time to think about her problems, especially her sexual ones. At times all she could think about was her husband, their sexual encounters burning like a hot poker in her mind. She tried fighting them off. But that was impossible.
Eight-thirty and you're still not dressed, Nancy said to herself. She was about to change when she heard footsteps on the porch. That man! What if he came to the house to carry out his threats? When there was a knock at he door, Nancy backed away, the backs of her legs hitting the sofa.
"Mrs. Parker? Is Christina there?"
It was a man ... or rather a boy pounding on the front door. What was he doing here? One of Christina's friends? Her daughter rare-
ly brought anyone home . . . except for that horrible Kathy! But should she open the door dressed like this? "Yes?" she asked.
She stood with the door half-opened, leaning her head against the molding. It was Phil Harrington standing there with several books tucked under one arm. He was wearing his varsity sweater over a tight-fitting dress shirt. Nancy felt her heart leap up. This was one of her daughter's friends? She'd have to have a long talk with Christina the moment she got home. Something told her her daughter needed more guidance than she'd originally thought.
"I wondered if, uh, Christina was at home. Thought I'd walk her to school."
Nancy arched an eyebrow. Wasn't that a little too old-fashioned today? The way he spoke, it all sounded phoney. She'd get at the bottom of this.
"No, she left some time ago. Perhaps she left you a note. Won't you come in?"
What was going on? Was she crazy? Nancy stepped back, letting the hulking athlete into her livingroom. His body seemed to fill the large space immediately. Something like panic swept over her. She stepped in front of him, staring up at those dark blue eyes. Why did it feel as if she'd met him before?
"Just . . . uhhh . . . just sit down there. I won't be a moment," she told him.
Walking from the room, Nancy found she was trembling violently. It was almost impossible for her to stand up. What was going on? Why was she having all this trouble? Running her fingers through her hair, Nancy stood silently in the kitchen, her eyes wandering about. Then they settled on the still hanging wall phone. A shock of realization ran through her like electricity. Phil Harrington! He was the same man who had been calling her and saying all those awful things to her!
Nancy's eyes widened, her hands went to her mouth. She doubled over, nearly gagging with terror. Some crazy man was sitting in the room next to her, ready to pounce on her, perhaps do something worse! Should she call the police? Should she act coolly, move about as if she knew nothing, usher him out of the house then bolt the door?
"Figured it out, huh?"
His voice made her jump and scream. Nancy spun around, her hands moving behind her. If only she could grab a cutting knife, anything to defend herself. She was helpless in her own kitchen!
"Why? Oh, God, why?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You probably don't remember me, but I used to be a box boy at the supermarket. Man, you used to smile at me, wag that fuckin' ass of yours around while Christina trotted after you like some puppy. I swore I'd stick my cock into both of you sooner or later. Well," Phil said, wiping the back of his hand over his lips, "I just got through fuckin' your daughter last night. Man, it was good."
"WHAT?" she yelped.
Nancy thought the world had exploded. Her daughter, fucked already, fucked by this maniac? Little Christina, the girl who only yesterday was playing with dolls. Her innocent little girl fucked by this . . . this thing?
"No, no, I don't believe you," Nancy muttered, her face growing red with rage. For a moment she forgot about her own danger. "Christina wouldn't do something like that. I brought her up differently. She isn't like the others." She turned her face away, unable to take that mocking smile of his.
"Man, she's a hot little slut. She couldn't keep her ass still when I stuck my dick into her. Her first time too, know that? Man, I popped her cherry. You could almost hear it go pop," Phil said, putting one finger in his mouth and flicking it against the inside of one cheek.
"Get out!" Nancy screamed, her body trembling. She wanted to rip that smirking, handsome face off.."Get out of my house. And if you ever call again or see my daughter I'll-"
"You'll . . . what?"
He threw his books down on the kitchen table. The plates skittered across the surface, smashing onto the floor into thousands of pieces. Nancy jumped back, feeling terror knife through her. A real sense of danger finally dawned on her. This animal was going to hurt her, possibly to do the same to her as he had done to her daughter. She backed away, her fingers moving over the sink counter, searching for something to defend herself with.
"I'm gonna see if the old lady's as sparky as her fuckin' daughter." "NO!" she cried.
He lunged at her, his big animal-like paws holding her shoulders. Nancy struggled, feeling his fingers working her gown off.
"STOP IT!" she shrieked, twisting around until she faced the windows. Several yards away she could see Frances Jones and her elderly mother working in the garden. If only she could attract their attention . . .
"Shaddup!" Phil spat.
Phil hit her hard against the back of her head, knocking her forward. Her forehead struck the window, nearly shattering the thick glass.
The force of that blow knocked her feet up off the floor, balancing her on the edge of the sink. Nancy opened her mouth and tried to scream, hoping that rattle her head caused would attract attention. Nothing. She sank back to the floor, using every last ounce of strength she had to keep from collapsing at Phil's feet.
"I got friends, guys on the football team, who dig the same kinda thing I do. I told your fuckin' daughter I was gonna make her suck 'em off. But now, I don't know. I'll bet her old lady could be a better hit, you know? I mean," Phil said, smoothing his fingers greedily over her supple body, "you probably got less hangups about doin' shit. Bet you're nice and hot ... all over."
Nancy sobbed, tears streaking her face. He was shoving his crotch up against her butt, only a thin piece of nylon material protecting her ass from his cock. Part of the dressing gown was torn around her shoulders, hanging dangerously low around her tits. She gripped the edge of the sink for support, staring helplessly out the window.
"Awww baby, my dick's gonna feel real good up that butt. I wanna shove it up your ass, man. I wanna butt fuck you while I play with your pussy."
He was telling her all the same things he said over the phone. But now he was here, playing with her butt, hunching up against her. She could almost feel that hard roll of meat rubbing up and down against her asscheeks.
"Stop it, please. I'll give you money, anything if you just go," Nancy sobbed through her tears. Oh, she was going to be raped by this man, by the same young man who had fucked her daughter! It made her sick to think about it.
"Baby, you ain't got enough money to make me stop now. I wanna feel your ass and I'm gonna," Phil said through clenched teeth. "Your daughter couldn't stop me last night. And you're not gonna do it either."
With that he spun her around and gripped her shoulders savagely. His fingers were working the nylon material down, tearing it over her slender shoulders. Nancy tried to twist away, tried jerking one knee up in hopes of mashing his cock and balls. But he was too strong for her, holding her away for a bit until she tired.
"Yeah, it's gonna be real good," his voice purred.
Chills swept over her body as his warm breath blew against her throat. She waited, half expecting to feel a tongue being shoved in her ear. Her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to come through the gown. And when Phil tore the bodice open and stared down at the protruding, dark-red titty tips he smacked his lips, smiling sardonically.
"So, you'll do anything to stop me, eh? Shit, you want it as bad as Christina, maybe more. Your old man's not around, is he? I'll bet you ain't fucked since he kicked over right?"
"Stop it. You're filthy, awful!" Nancy cried.
Her pussy was moving like a tiny animal. Its full, elastic lips curled and trembled while her clit popped to the surface. Her legs were growing weaker while juice trickled maddeningly through her cuntal thicket. She could smell herself juicing while Phil held her.
"We're gonna have ourselves a right nice time," Phil said, drawing her away from the window. "Yeah, a real nice time. I won't mind bein' late for practice. The coach'11 understand."
"No, you don't know what you're doing. If you stop now, I promise I won't tell anyone," Nancy wailed. She shrank back, pulling away from the young athlete. But Phil still held her tightly by the shoulders.
"Man, nice tits. Always liked your tits, the way they bounced up against your blouse when you walked. You're hot, baby, hot," he whispered in her ear.
With that he pulled her gown all the way open, tearing it from her body after stepping away quickly.
"Yeahhhhhh ..." he whispered, holding the torn gown.
There was shock, followed by action. Nancy screamed, backed away, then turned and bolted for the front door. She didn't care if the neighbors saw her like this. All she knew was that she had to get away from him fast!
Chapter Five
"BITCH!"
Nancy lay huddled in a ball in the liv-ingroom. She felt cold, horribly exposed. She thought the world was ending for her. One of the table lamp shades lay at her feet while magazines and books were scattered on the liv-ingroom floor.
He had caught up with her, grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly around. While she was still struggling for balance he hit her hard across the face, sending her spinning to the floor after tumbling over the end table. Looking up, she saw Phil standing spread-legged over her, still wearing that varsity sweater. He looked so innocent, like one of those publicity pictures showing boys and girls in highschool without a care in the world. And yet he was a maniac bent on raping her horribly!
"Get up. I can't fuck you there."
There was something terrible about being violated in her own house. Every sense of privacy, of protection was gone. She stared up at him dumbly, stunned by her sense of helplessness.
"I said GET UP!"
With that Phil reached down, curled his fingers around one wrist and yanked her up from the floor. Nancy stumbled forward, raising her hands to sweep the hair from her eyes. Her muscles started to ache. He told her to walk toward the stairs, guessing the bedrooms were on the second floor.
"I . . . " She tripped and fell sprawling on the floor on her hands and knees. His big hands gripped her shoulders again and set her upright. Suddenly he was on her, pinching her sore nipples, laughing at her vulnerability.
"No! Oh, God, NO!" she pleaded.
She backed up, trying to hide her pussy from Phil's lewd, sparkling eyes. Raped in her own house! The thought raced through her confused mind. How would she ever be able to look at this room in the way she had earlier this morning?
"Oh, please, please, let me go!" she pleaded a last time.
Phil only laughed, his cock tenting up the front of his Levi's. He pulled off his sweater, enjoying watching Nancy trying to hide her nipples and cunt from his probing eyes.
"Up the stairs." he ordered.
Nancy turned, her eyes following his. No, she wasn't going to be fucked in her own bed. There would be no place private, safe for her if that happened. She gripped the handrail, then tried once more to bolt for the door. Phil caught her easily, swinging her around, knock-ing the wind out of her by slamming the woman against the wall.
"Unnghhhh ..." she groaned.
Nancy slid down to the floor, her fingers clawing at the smooth plaster for support. The room spun dizzyingly around for her as she tried to accept what was happening to her. Phil was just a boy, one of her daughter's friends. This just couldn't be happening to her. She shook her head from side to side, hoping that when she opened her eyes he'd be gone.
"Guess I'll have to fuck you here," he said, tearing off his shirt, then unbuckling his belt.
"NO!" Nancy tried scrambling to her feet, her hair splashing over her face while her arms flailed out wildly to either side.
"Man, you're a hellcat, know that? Better than your 4aughter. She just lays there and moans a whole lot," Phil said as Nancy kicked, bit and scratched at her attacker.
He held her at arms' length, then shook her so violently that the woman thought her head would snap off.
"I don't give a fuck if I bounce you off the Goddamned walls. But I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you whether you want it or not!" Phil shouted at her.
Nancy winced, the sound of his voice terrifying her even more. His hands were under her belly now, fanning out, sliding over her smooth flesh, making her tremble with excitement and horror.
"No, please ..." she sobbed.
She heard his belt buckle unfasten, heard the rushing sound of his pants sliding down his legs. Looking down the woman saw a throbbing pole shoving against the piss-flap of his shorts. Her flesh crawled with excitement. When he moved his hands up to her tits and started kneading them, the woman sucked in a breath and held it. Her nipples felt warmed, excited by his fingers. More juice seeped from her hot hole, trickling down her thighs. She should be ashamed of what she was doing, letting this boy touch her like this! It was almost incestuous. And yet there was little she could do about it. Not only was Nancy fighting someone far more powerful than she but the woman was also fighting against her own desires. Twisting under Phil's rough treatment, she was actually searching for more. She moved her body sensuously from side to side, hefting her pendulous boobs into her hands.
"Yeah, nice, nice ..." he breathed.
Nancy closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. Phil had dropped his face, engulfing one hard-tipped mound with his lips. He was biting her nipple, letting his front teeth nibble all around the supersensitive flesh. She felt his hands sliding down, down past her navel to her cunt. Oh, soon he'd know the truth about her pussy, about how hot and juicy and tight it was. Her will to fight him off was gone. Now all she cared about was the realization of all the fantasies she'd been having on the phone.
He bit her hard. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh. A sharp lancing pain shot through her chest, radiating down to her cunt. Nancy had forgotten Phil wasn't an ordinary lover. He was a young muscular animal who had fucked her daughter, beaten her, and was now enjoying a kind of torture. Tears filled her eyes again, spilling onto her flushed cheeks.
"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from us?"
Phil threw back his head and let out a laugh.
"Just think, bitch. You and that fuckin' little cunt of yours can sit around at night com-parin' notes," he said through his teeth. Spittle flecked his chin and cheeks as he grew more excited. Nancy winced. Phil had her by both wrists now, twisting them outward. The pain radiated up her arm, making her shoulders ache. For an instant she forgot about the fact she was naked, stripped to the flesh in front of this man. All that counted now was the pain, the awful pain shooting up and down her arms.
"You're . . . hurting me," she panted, her face red and pinched.
"You can figure out the best way you like to get fucked . . . maybe trade off. Hey, wouldn't that be good? Me and Christina doin' it in a room with you watchin', then me fuckin' you while your daughter coaches. Be great, eh?"
"Stop it!" Nancy cried, shaking her head from side to side, her feet slipping on the floor.
"Then maybe I could fuck both of you . . . you know, kinda lay you side by side and stick my cock into one, then shove it into the other when she gets too hot."
Nancy screamed, the awful words he was saying both terrifying and humiliating her.
"Shut up!" he cried, twisting her wrists outward a little more. The woman heard something pop. God, she prayed it wasn't her arms. Oh, God, he was going to break her arms, render her helpless, then fuck her!
"You don't wanna go upstairs so we're gonna fuck right here," Phil said, throwing her across the livingroom.
Nancy spun around like a top, her arms stretched out in front of her. She stumbled over her own legs, twisting around to the right, then pitching forward with a yelp. Her hair washed across her face as she fell onto the sofa with a grunt.
Pushing her hair back from her eyes, she saw Phil stepping out of his shorts, that fat tree-trunk dick swinging from side to side. Nancy's mouth formed a wide circle as she stared at that cunt-splitter. And Christina had been fucked with that thing last night? No wonder she didn't have much of an appetite this morning! More tears flowed from her eyes. How horrible! First the daughter, then the mother. She could imagine the stories that would circulate around the neighborhood and school if this got out.
"Got any rope around here?"
Nancy tilted her head to one side, staring up at the fat-cocked young man curiously. Phil repeated his question more testily.
"Yes . . . some clothes line, I think, in the kitchen, but-"
"Get it!"
Phil's eyes sparkled. Nancy could tell there was no reasoning with him. Her only hope was that whatever he was planning would be fast and not too painful. Stretching out her legs the woman rose and turned, feeling her buttocks jiggle sensuously as she walked through the doorway into the kitchen. The tile felt cold on the bare soles of her feet. She felt so vulnerable, so shamed. Right behind her was Phil, his cock rising slowly from his groin, the fat head seeming to grow fatter, meatier with each passing second. When Nancy tried to opening the drawer to one side of the sink she realized her fingertips were growing icy. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"What else you got in there?" he asked, looking over her shoulder as Nancy pulled out several pieces of quarter-inch clothes line. "Hmmmmm, probably can use these,' he said, fishing out several colored plastic clothes pins.
"What-"
"Back in the livingroom," he ordered.
Nancy shoved the drawer closed, glancing up at the wall clock over her refrigerator. It would be hours before Christina came home. No one was expected today. She was alone with this man, as alone with him as if they'd been marooned on a desert island.
"And don't think cryin' out's gonna help.
Phil reached down and grabbed his shorts, wadding them into a ball. He shoved Nancy down on the couch, then knelt to one side, stuffing the shorts into her mouth.
Her eyes widened as she jerked her hands up and tried pulling the awful thing from her mouth. Phil hit her against the side of the face, threatening to box her ears deaf if she pulled something like that again. With a groan, the woman surrendered, having little choice. Soon the cum-tasting cotton became slicked down with her spittle.
"Just to keep it in place," he said, taking one of the pieces of line and draping it over her head. He tied it in a granny knot over the elastic band jutting from between her lips, making sure the shorts were shoved in as far as they could go. Nancy blinked quickly, finding it a little difficult to breathe with that awful thing shoved down her throat!
Phil took her in his hands, lifted her from the sofa as if she were a doll, laying her on the floor in front of the couch.
"Just gonna make sure you don't try nothin' funny when I start fuckin' you."
Phil made a loop with one of the ropes, forcing the woman to hold her wrists together while he slipped the rope over them, then slid the slip knot tight against her flesh. Tugging the free end of the rope taut, Phil circled it around one of the sofa's legs, fastening it tightly with a double square knot. Nancy groaned through the spit-soaked shorts jammed in her mouth, the line biting into her flesh. The young athlete slid down, gripping her firmly around the ankles and pulling her down toward the coffee table until her body was stretched like some sacrifice on the floor. Her muscles and tendons pushed against her white flesh. She tried kicking one leg free but Phil still held on tightly, laughing at her foolish efforts.
"Man, fuckin' a virgin last night was somethin' else. But now, yeah, I'm gonna be fuckin' around with a broad who's got experience . . . and she's juicin' like a Goddamned water well," Phil commented, his eyes focusing in on her pussy. Droplets of cuntjuice clung to her blonde cunthairs as more fuck juice oozed out of her slit and dribbled down into her tight asscrack. If she could only stop her body from doing this, betraying her like this! It was horrible to think this animal was actually exciting her.
"MMMFMMFFFFF!" Nancy screamed as loud as she could through the shorts. It was impossible. Phil knew what she was trying to do and it was impossible. She jerked her head from side to side, tensing her arms, pulling at them until the clothes line chafed her wrists. The carpeting scratched her sweaty buttocks as she writhed on the floor, trying to break away somehow from that fiend.
"Nice pussy, nice cunt," Phil kept saying.
Nancy rolled her eyes up, staring at the liv-ingroom clock. He'd been there nearly thirty minutes, torturing her in her own home. If only the time could speed by, rocket into the afternoon. There was still so much time to go, so many things he could do to her before he left.
Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead while her body shook with sobs. That plastic clothespin! Phil had taken one and opened it, snapping the sharp teeth onto one of her cuntlips. Her eyes widened, then a slow gagging cry came out from between her lips. She arched her back, balancing her body on her shoulder blades and heels. Again and again she tried shrieking. But the spit-soaked shorts kept her screams down to moans.
"Yeah, baby, move that ass. Come on, yeahhhh, you move it real nice," Phil said, taking another clothespin and snapping it open.
Nancy stopped her thrashing for a moment, raising her head and staring wide eyed at his right hand. He was dropping it down into her cuntal thicket, holding that horrible pin open with his big fingers. She saw it disappear in her pussy hairs. Then there was the sensation of something cool and terribly smooth sliding over her labes. In a second she felt the other clothespin snap onto her pussylips and she cried out again.
How her throat ached! The harder she screamed, the worse the pain seemed to get. Her body twisted and writhed in pain and horror. She strained at the cord still holding her bound to the couch. It was impossible!
"Oh, baby, you move real nice," Phil breathed.
She felt his hands, those horrible, sickening hands fan out on her belly while the tiny teeth of those plastic pins chewed enticingly on her cuntlips. His fingers fanned over the flatness of her belly, making the woman cry out in anguish. It wasn't enough for him to terrify her. He had to drag it out, make her feel every awful second of this rape and torture to the fullest. He had to touch the rest of her. Oh, God, she felt the bile rising in her throat.
The hands kept crawling up along her belly, making her wriggle her hips and buttocks. He slid them up to her tits, guiding his fingers up until he began pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched harder, watching the rubbery tips turn a darker and darker red until the blonde woman shrieked through the shorts again. Her eyes were closed, her flesh glistening with a coating of sweat. Strands of hair were plastered onto her forehead and cheeks. Arching her back again Nancy prayed to God that she would pass out so she wouldn't have to endure the rest of this humiliation.
Phil backed off, his hands starting to massage her nipples, squeezing her mammoth tits. Nancy relaxed a little, almost enjoying this. She remembered how her husband used to enjoy doing this, teasing her with his fingers on her nipples while purposely holding back his cock from her cunt. How she thrashed on the bed, kicked her legs out while she clawed his back, wanting more of his dickmeat. Even now she felt her cunt tensing, milking at nothing while this animal was torturing her.
Somehow all the sexual images in her mind were getting mixed up with the pain and humiliation inflicted on her now. She shook her head from side to side, trying to knock some sense into it. No use. The wild mixture remained.
"Gonna be a nice hard fuck!" Phil gasped.
He straddled her now, his hard, fat dick sticking straight out from his hairy groin like a barber pole. The woman's eyes were opened wide, her forehead wrinkled with fear as he reached down, scooped up her legs and rested her ankles on his broad shoulders.
"Just relax, baby. It ain't gonna hurt much. You've been fucked before. Man, you just ain't had enough dickmeat to really loosen up. It's gonna be somethin' else, fuckin' someone like you and she's tight," Phil said, his body trembling with anticipation.
Nancy couldn't hide the fact that at least one part of her was looking forward to this horror. Her juice was wetting down her thighs and buttocks horribly. There was nothing she could do about it. Her cuntlips were tense, eager, ready to be stimulated by this young athlete's dick. Phil knew it. He'd reached down there several times, stroking her clit, playing with those terrible pins still clamped down hard on her cuntlips.
He leaned forward, his hands on her shoulders, holding her down pinned to the floor while he leaned forward. Nancy turned her face away, feeling his hot, heavy breath against the side of her head. His cockhead was pushing against her pussylips, flattening them back, shoving them slightly inward while his balls dragged over the bottom of her cuntal mound. Phil grunted, then flexed his hips and pushed in.
"Yeahnhnhh!" he groaned, closing his eyes and shivering mightily on top of her.
Nancy felt her pussy being stretched, forced apart, split in two by that rod. She wanted to scream, feeling as if the athlete were tearing her body down the middle as if it were made of paper. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt that fat, mushroom-shaped cockhead slurp its way in deeper, stretching her cuntal walls apart. She was being fucked for the first time in, oh, so long. And as much as she hated to admit it to herself, Nancy was loving it!
Chapter Six
The woman felt her heart pounding so hard she was sure it would burst. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his cock was bouncing from cuntwall to cunt wall. At times, Phil shoved it all the way in, his fat dickroot cemented to her twitching pussylips with her juice and his pre-cum, then Nancy could feel his cock jerking inside her, pulsing and throbbing against her slick walls. And he wasn't moving a muscle! It was as if there were some little animal inside her, trained to make her feel good!
If only she could spit out that foul pair of shorts! But Phil had checked them to make sure they were lodged in firmly before he began fucking her. Evidently he still didn't trust her, even when he knew she was excited beyond reason by his cunt splitting.
"Man, you're as fuckin' tight as some of these broads I fuck at school. Still, you ain't like your daughter. Man, I thought I was gonna split my dick in two with her pussy. She's somethin' else . . . tight, that is. But I think you're up on her with heat. Yeahhh, you're nice and wet and hot, baby. You've been wantin' some hot cockmeat ramming your cunt for a long time."
He was putting it savagely. But what he was saying was true. Flashes of goodness, of heat and cold combined, raced through her cunt as Phil fucked the shit out of her. She thought of her daughter being pinned down like this, of her slim arms and legs tied up while her pussy was reamed out by this animal. Poor Christina! And Nancy had thought that somehow she'd be able to spare her daughter from some of the evils of the world.
"UNGNHHHHH!'' she groaned.
Nancy writhed helplessly under him, agonizing to the pressure of the hot, searing pain that combined with the pleasure of his rodding. That blunt-nosed dick tore spasms of unspeakable delight from her. Soon the woman was tensing her thighs, raising her buttocks off the carpeted livingroom floor and helping him fuck her.. Qhhh, how deliriously evil it was to feel the fleshy ridge while her nerve endings transmitted the shape and size of that monstrous thing to her overloaded brain.
"Fuck it out, baby. That's it, bitch, work it out, gobble up my dick with your cunt."
Fuck me, fuck me, Nancy thought to herself, feeling the drag on her cuntlips as he pulled back, then shoved all the way in. In and out, in and out, faster and faster the big athlete began fucking her. She opened her eyes and looked heavy-lidded at the big man. How handsome and strong he was. His dark hair hung over his eyes rakishly. Sweat trickled through that thick coating of body fur covering his massive chest. He looked like one of those weight lifters she'd seen on television. Of course he would have developed pecs, a smooth flat belly, thick arms and legs! He was on the school football team, one of the best players, she bet. How he was trenching out her hole, slipping his meat like an expert in and out of her juicing hole.
No, no! How could she be thinking something like that? They weren't lovers. He was fucking her, raping her the way he'd raped her daughter last night. And she could embrace him that way? He'd tied her up. Had she forgotten how the ropes were burning her wrists? And those awful clamps were still pinned to the edges of her swollen cuntlips. This was no ordinary fuck.
Nancy gasped, tears, running down her cheeks. She could feel his dock even more now. She wondered if he was close. His breathing was irregular, shallow. But it had been that way all through the fucking scene.
"Fuck, fuck," he chanted, his eyes staring down at her, glistening with excitement.
He was chanting in time to the attacks of his dick. He rammed her again and again, angling his body a little, making sure his rod kept touching her clit. Nancy thought she was going to piss from excitement! She was being fucked by her husband all over again. She pictured him towering over her, his fat cock hammering her clit until sparks seemed to shower into her cunt, threatening to set her on fire! It was the same thing all over again! She moved her hips from side to side, feeling his cock first touch one, then the other, never leaving contact with her sparking clit. Juice wet the carpet under her buttocks.
Phil looked down, watching his cock pulling the thin, soft inner ridges of her pussy out as far as possible, then shoving them back in when he fucked down. The full length of his wet, shining cock was gobbled up whole by the maw of Nancy's hot cunt. The woman's mind sank into a dim haze of semi-consciousness. She'd missed this for so long. Even now being brutally raped Nancy realized what she'd been depriving herself of. Yes, fucking, fucking was wonderful, all that was worth anything in the world!
"Mmmmmfmmfmfff!" she choked.
How she wanted to tell him that, throw her arms around his neck and tell him that. But no, it wouldn't do any good. He'd only laugh at her and wonder why it had taken her this long to figure it out.
Yes, yes, she gasped to herself, the feeling in her mounting higher with each second. It feels soooooo good, the girl thought.
"Yeah, yeah," Phil said, his hands still flat against the underside of her hips. He made her stroke up and down with each movement of his fucking cock. "That's the way, baby, move that ass. Move it like you wanna make me cum inside you!"
Nancy felt that sliding dick keep its chugging journey back and forth inside her cunt. Her thighs were spread so widely apart they began to cramp. She felt him shove his knees a little farther up until they were shoved up hard against her buttocks.
Phil pounded his cock even faster. The white cum was boiling up from his balls, packing down in his dickhead. Nancy knew he was about to boil over. The same man who had fucked her daughter, who had dumped his spunk in her pussy was now going to do the same thing to her. How awful! And yet how she wanted to laugh at that thought. Mother and daughter. What a picture he must have of this family, a family of sexual perverts!
"That's it, baby. Shit, I wanna hear you beg for it. Come on, beg for it," Phil groaned.
He stopped fucking her cunt for a second, keeping his rod pressed down against her clit while reaching down and pulling the shorts out of her mouth. Nancy gasped for breath, spitting out some of the line.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God, what are you doing to meeeeeeeee?" she cried, coughing and choking at the same time.
"Fuckin' you, bitch, Fuckin' you 'til you can't stand it no more," he answered, starting his fucking all over again.
Nancy cried out, jerking at her hands, wishing she could pull them free so she could rake her nails down his humping back.
Slowly, gradually, the big athlete worked Nancy back up to fever pitch. Soon the woman was going insane with sensation. She felt as if there were a hundred cocks fucking her, each one having a claim to her clit. How could she have gone on all these years without having done something about fucking? God, raising her daughter had done little good for her pussy. And all that effort seemed wasted, now with Christina running on the streets, her ass as hot as a bitch dog in heat.
"Ohhhh, yeah, slow it down, mamma, I don't wanna pop off right now," he groaned.
She felt Phil's fingers sliding down, gripping her asscheeks harder now, pinching the soft, white resilient flesh. Nancy wanted to feel him all over, feel his scratchy chest hairs tickling her nipples, feel those powerful thighs hammering against her upturned buttocks, feel his arms encircling her waist, drawing her oh so close to his crotch while he fucked her cunt black and blue!
He was using his forefinger to slide down into her juice-slicked buttcrack. It felt so deliciously evil. Few people had touched her back there . . . and they had been doctors and nurses. No, she never let her husband play with her asshole. That had been something she refused to do. No ass fucking, no ass playing. But now she was twisting in her bonds, hoping he'd do something deliciously evil to her. She raised her ass up a little, giving him more room to play.
Nancy knew she should have protested, cried out, gasped with pain when she felt that calloused fingertip moving around the gray/pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter lips. But instead she held her breath, her face becoming a mask of terrible concentration. How could she ignore that finger as it toyed with her shitter, threatened to jab its way into her asshole and give her pleasures unheard-of . . . at least, by her.
"HUHHGHHHHHHHH ..." she cried.
Nancy tensed, wallowing her shoulders against the carpet. The big young athlete had slipped his right forefinger up into her asshole all the way to the second joint! Hot flashes of delight shot out from her shit-chute to all parts of her body. How strange! It made her clit so hot, so ticklish, just as if she were taking a spicy shit! He wriggled his finger around, scraping the sides of her asshole with his jagged nail. Then the young man began fucking her with it, moving it in and out, timing the fucking movements with those of his cock.
Nancy was going wild! She closed her eyes, sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard. She was being fucked with two cocks. Yes, how delicious that would be, being reamed by two dicks . . . one up her cunt, the other tearing the hell out of her asshole! Nancy felt her body quaking, exploding with a wild shower of sparks and stars as the first of what would be many pre-orgasmic explosions tore through her cunt.
"Oh, baby, don't make it yet. No way, we got a long time to play, right? A long time till Chrissy comes home and finds you all tired and fucked out, right?"
Nancy couldn't answer. Her voice was lost somewhere in her tortured soul. She made gagging, coughing sounds, drool oozing from the corners of her mouth. The woman felt Phil slow his fucking down. Yes, he had to be close, so close to stopping that maddening, chugging journey of his fat rod.
What was she saying? Oh, God, it was as if she were begging her executioner to keep on with the torture. But she couldn't keep herself from begging him. No, it was impossible not to plead to keep his rod fucking her. Nothing made sense to her anymore. All she wanted, all she needed was stuffed inside her twisting, begging body. Dickmeat, inches and inches of dickmeat-that was all she desired. And Phil was slowly pulling it out, watching her cuntal mound twitch and quiver as inch after juice-slicked inch slipped from the grip of her tense, eager pussylips.
Nancy rolled her head from side to side, unable to take much more of this awful teasing. He was pumping in an inch, pulling out two, pumping in one, pulling out two, always making sure his rod touched the slick, rounded bottom of her clit. The woman's nostrils flared, her lungs burned with the air she sucked in to feed her body. Cock! Cock! She needed cock! And there he was pulling it away from her, taking away what she needed to survive.
"Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she screamed in desperation.
How the walls echoed her shameless words. Phil only laughed at her, glad he'd turned her from the reluctant housewife into a shrieking sex-hungry bitch. But he had other plans for the woman.
"What are you doing?" she moaned.
"You're gonna get a real treat, baby. Ain't too many who can take it up the ass. But I'll bet you're gonna be beggin' for more by the time I get through with you."
"No, no, don't do anything . . . anything to my . . . my behind," she said, feeling her face flush up red once more with embarrassment. How odd she could feel any sense of shame or guilt now.
Phil laughed.
"Don't be so formal. We're friends now, right? You, me and Chrissy, all friends. You know my dick, both of you. And hell, you're both gonna know it real well before I'm through today."
The words weren't registering well with Nancy at this point. All. she knew was that her cunt was on fire, her asshole was still being fingered, and he was talking about fucking her in the butt.
"No, no, I can't take . . . take it here," she gasped.
But Phil wasn't paying any attention to her. She felt his big paw-like hands grip her thighs and roll her over after he'd withdrawn from her with a squishy pop. Nancy tried spreading her legs farther apart, stiffening them to stop the move. But of course all moves were futile. He only hit her hard on the thighs, threatening to beat her face if she tried resisting him any more.
In the end there was little she could do but give in. She felt her tits pillow her body, flattening out as she rolled onto the belly. The thick piling of the livingroom carpet scratched her tense, aching pussy deliciously. While she waited for the ultimate humiliation, Nancy moved her thighs from side to side, feeling the woolly carpet tickling the slick undersides of her inner cuntlips, scratching her quaking clit. More juice seeped from her hole as another pre-orgasmic spasm passed through her cunt. Oh, when would she feel the big one? When would she feel the climax that would send her sailing into hundreds of golden clouds, the way it used to be with her husband? Phil was purposely holding her back, teasing her, making sure that when she came it would be with one hell of a bang!
"Hold still!" he snapped.
Nancy stopped her wriggling. She felt one hand lift a hip to guide the cock into her ass.
"Unghhh . . . tight," he commented, wriggling in two fingers and moving them around.
Nancy raised her butt, angling it up, squeezing her sphincter instinctively to drive out the probing fingers. Phil slapped her asscheeks again and again with the flat of his left hand, reddening those globes while stimulating her clit even more.
"No, don't . . . don't ..." Nancy pleaded.
Phil stared at those red, finger-shaped marks on the white flesh of her buttocks, then dropped his face in between the fleshy globes.
"OHHHHH!" the woman cried, her fingers fanning out and clawing at the carpeting. Her eyes widened while her lower jaw slackened. A low, groaning sound tore from her throat as she felt his mustache tickle the sensitive area around her shit-chute.
"Mmmmfggghhh!" he growled, spearing his tongue into her dark, musky hole.
Phil licked Nancy's crack until it was wet all over with his saliva. Then he stuck his tongue stiff and straight into her hole. He churned it around like a giant spoon, making the woman arch her back like a cat in heat, yowling for satisfaction.
The cord was chafing her wrist flesh even more. Before she knew what was happening she felt her ass opening right up. Phil clamped his mouth down on her hole and started sucking. Nancy had never felt anything like that before in her life. It was beyond the realm of sexual fantasy. She screamed, twisting her head around and biting her upper arm. All the marvelous things he was doing with his lips and tongue drove the woman wild.
"HUHHHHRRRRR! HUHHHHRRRRR! HUHHHHRRRR!" she howled.
Nancy sounded like some wild animal. What was happening between her jiggling, reddened buttocks was unreal. Phil was kissing his mouth up her hole. Before she knew it, he had every inch of his twitching tongue poked up her ass, ramming it in and out like a cock.
That was it! Of course, he was warming her up, getting her ready for his fat meat. She wanted to scream to him to stop, to take out his tongue, not to fuck her in the butt. But all she could do was breathe hard and heavy and wish he would play with her clit, still drinking in the forbidden delights created by his tongue up her butt!
"Ahhhhh, baby. You're gonna be fun, I can tell that. Shit, there ain't too much you can't do, I'll bet," Phil commented.
Phil pulled his tongue out ,of her spread-open hole. He looked at her asscheeks, now slicked down with his spit, saliva dribbling out of her asshole. He went back down to her shit-ter, using his big hands to force her buttocks farther apart. Nancy felt his tongue moving down from her licked shit-chute, down to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Yes, he was tonguing her there, shoving his nose against her asshole while lapping up her juices from her pussy! It was the wildest feeling ever!
"Yeah, yeah, gonna butt-fuck you now, mamma. Gonna stick my rod up your shitter!"
Phil's voice broke with emotion as he shoved his fingers up once more, twisting them around in her asshole. Nancy grunted with the effort, closing her eyes and getting ready for the pain that was bound to follow.
"Okay, bitch, gonna give it a try."
That was all he said. He spread her ass wide open with both hands, leaning forward, his knees shoving against hers. Soon Nancy could feel his cockhead touching her buttocks, slipping down, down her asscheeks until it was touching her shitter. She shivered, clawing at the carpet as her breathing grew shallow, uneven.
"Take it, bitch, take it all!"
He was pushing down, the fat dickhead shoving hard against her spit-slicked asshole. Nancy made growling sounds, closing her eyes, trying to make her sphincter relax. She could already feel some pain as his dick head began working its way between her wrinkled shitterlips. Slowly, gradually, the protective tiny muscles around her asshole were giving way, surrendering to the merciless onslaught. Phil grunted above her, letting out a rush of air and sucking in a deep breath. The woman felt his thighs tense once more, felt the renewed application of force against her asshole.
The pressure and resulting ache became almost unbearable. And then suddenly he was inside her butt, the fat cockhead buried all the way in while the shaft was slowly slipping down into her bowels. With a howl of defeat Nancy felt those tiny muscles give in.
Chapter Seven
"NNGHHHH!" she gasped through her tightly clenched teeth, a shock of pain and pleasure searing her brain. It was as if someone were ramming a hot bar of steel up her bowels.
The blonde twisted, feeling her slick pussylips move over the scratchy carpet. The wet piling greased over her thighs, adding to the general delight that overrode any feelings of guilt at this moment. Nancy fanned her toes out until they cramped, clawing at the carpeting, tugging at the clothes line still chafing her wrists. Yes, oh, yes, she loved this, loved feeling his balls settling over her butt-crack, loved feeling that fat head easing down into her shitter, hacking out a new fuck path. And the way his hairy legs scratched over the backs of hers, the way his arms pressed in against her shoulders-it all made her shiver with delight. Even that initial pain was disappearing, merging with pleasure in an odd way.
"UGHHHH," Phil gasped, pulling out again, then shoving back in.
"UGHHHHHH!" Nancy echoed, turning her head and biting the carpeting.
She spat out the piling, gasping for air, feeling as if her buttocks were on fire. His fingers fanned out on her cheeks, the calloused tips pressing hard against the smooth white flesh. He kneaded her buttocks roughly, pulling them widely apart while he rocked his hips from side to side. She could feel his cock better that way. Instinctively Nancy slid her hips in a counter rhythm, the result driving them both half mad with sensuality.
"Shit, mamma, you're one hell of a fuck. Christ, can't say that enough, can I? You could teach your daughter a couple of tricks. But she's too fuckin' young to know everything now, ain't she? Give her a couple . . . ughhhhh ... a couple of weeks and . . . OHHHHHH, FUCK!"
"Ohhhhhh!" Nancy groaned.
She felt his dick jerking inside her shitter, twitching as it had earlier in her cunt. Nancy heard Phil puffing behind her. Her pussy fluttered, feeling like a furnace of slippery heat. A fresh flood of pussyjuice wet her cuntlips, soaking down the itchy carpeting underneath. He pulled all the way out without warning, his head jerking and throbbing inches above her asshole.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed in protest.
The woman clenched her teeth tightly, raising her butt, wagging it back and forth like a tail. She needed that dick inside her, stretching her bowels, making her pussy flutter so deliciously!
"Goddamned slut!" Phil growled.
Then he shoved his cockhead back in. Nancy yelped, her body twitching as if someone had touched it with a live electric wire. She felt the blunt head pressing against her asshole, then slipping in with a squishy sound. Sharp jolts of pain tore at her. But this time the fucking wasn't as bad as the initial penetration. In a second, her butt was used to that hammering head again.
Nancy's cunt almost cried out, wanting to feel that cockhead in her pussy. She wanted to feel that hard thing reaming out her fuckhole, not her ass. And yet how good it was sliding back and forth, teasing her clit by stimulating it and still not touching that tiny nerve-rich organ.
Phil backed away, arching his back while driving his rod in harder. Nancy felt the obscene slickness of his dick skin against her asshole. She shivered, consciously easing the tight grip of her ass on the head. The big athlete lay back down on top of her, biting the back of her neck while reaching around. Nancy squirmed, moving her ass back toward the hairy belly rubbing over her buttocks. He was reaching up to her tit, feeling the hard, rubbery nipple, squeezing it again until she yelped.
"Lousy slut!"
"Stop calling me names!" the woman protested.
But she loved it. The more he humiliated her, the more she craved the same. Nancy found herself moving her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow invasion of the hard cock in her ass hurt still. But slowly her rising sexuality was numbing the little pain that remained.
"Unnghhhh!"
It was splitting her wide open. But that delicious pain was making her clit throb like a struck tuning fork. The wide cockhead seemed to go on forever. Nancy wept, but this time her tears were those of delight as well as of pain.
"UGHHHH!" the woman cried again.
Twisting around she saw that another thirty minutes had passed! Oh, God, would it always go on like this? She wanted it to. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her all afternoon, driving his dick up her ass, down her cunt, even into, her mouth. Her arms and legs spasmed. Phil was increasing the speed of his ass fucking. Nancy bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now. The wild motions of that rigid bar of cockmeat in her ass was taking over all her thoughts. She shoved her buttocks toward him, sliding them up, looking for more satisfaction from the obscene sucking in her shit chute.
"Yeah, baby, keep that ass movin'. Mmmmm, feels good wigglin' like that over my fuckin' balls."
Phil paused, then shoved farther in. Nancy let out a squeak, her pussy going into spasms of lust. The folding, slippery ring of her asshole tightened around the center of his rod threatening to cut off the blood supply to his dickhead. Then it relaxed, repeating that powerful milking action again and again until Phil warned he was going to cum if she kept it up.
"Ohhhh, can't . . . can't help . . . help it," she gasped.
Nancy was torn both in her buttflesh and her mind. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling him pinch her nipples cruelly.
Phil only grunted with satisfaction, pinching the nipples even harder. He rolled them like peas between his fingers, chuckling when the woman screamed once more, her body trembling with pain and fear.
"Take it, baby, take everything I throw at you. Man, you dig it, want more, don'tcha?"
"No, NO!"
But Nancy knew he was telling the truth. The more excited she became, the more he could do to her, the more she wanted from him. The pinching was both painful and exciting. Oh, what was happening to her?
"Unnghhh . . . OWWWWWW!"
The fat shaft was pistoning faster and faster, in and out of her hole. Nancy's rectal nerves were growing more sensitive to the distending of her asshole. For a wild second, Nancy thought of a large steel crowbar lodged in her shitter, pounding her ass into a liquid mass of burning gasoline. She screamed again, clawing at the carpeting, tugging at the clothes line binding her wrists.
Then the steady pressure eased up a bit. She felt Phil's fingers smoothing up and down her belly, moving back up to her nipples and smoothing over the sore, aching tips.
Maybe that's all, the woman said to herself, grinding her pussy against the carpeting. Even though she was highly excited by all this ass fucking, Nancy wasn't sure just how much more she could take. The big muscles of her ass cramped several times while her legs ached from the constant pounding of his body. She turned her head to one side, sucking in wheezing breaths through her nostrils.
Phil had kept his dick quiet for a few seconds, letting her ass get used to peace and quiet. Then he started once more to pull out slowly. Nancy thought for a second that he had pulled out a yard of dickmeat from her ass. All her guts, she felt, had to be puckering out. Grunting again the woman pressed her knees against the carpeting and pushed up with her butt, trying to, ease the pulling pressure against her asshole.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" she moaned.
She closed her eyes, her mouth forming a wide oval as Phil shoved his rod back into her. She pressed her ass back against him, her knees drawing together under her shivering belly. The odd sense of being stuffed full in her ass was terribly exciting. Oh, was it possible? Was it possible that his cock was actually going deeper than before? Nancy inhaled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his cock seemed to be burrowing down into her body, going deeper and deeper until she thought it might somehow come through the bottom end of her cunt.
"Unnghhhhh!"
How her asshole affected her cunt! The heat from the stimulated nerves in her butt bounced off her clit, echoing back even stronger than at first. In spite of the pain and humiliation, Nancy wanted more cock in her ass. She wished for a while that there could be a crowbar being reamed up her ass while Phil's cock could be busily trenching out her soppy cunthole.
He slammed back again, puckering her in-sides in with his cockhead. After a while, the woman thought the lewd sense of suction in her butthole would drive her mad.
"SLUT! BITCH!" he yelled.
Phil's ass-ripping tempo increased. Nancy squeezed her shitter tight around him, trying to drag out more sensuous feelings. She didn't care how much it hurt now. The woman wasn't even sure if the feelings she had could be called pain any longer. Her entire body was alive to his fucking, twisting, moving, jerking with every fucking motion he made. Nancy was an animal, devoid of any human thought or feeling. All she could do was shove her violated butt high in the air, angling it every which way to increase the wild dragging friction driving her mad.
"Shit!" Phil cried.
The young athlete was shoving back and forth, speeding his cockstrokes until Nancy thought her butthole would catch fire. Her asscheeks jiggled, reddened even more with the constant hammering of his groin. How delicious it was, feeling those wiry cockhairs tickling her sensitive flesh, feeling his leathery balls slapping against the undersides of her buttocks! She moved her legs farther apart, loving the sensation of her cuntlips stretching a little more from that increased tension. The woman found herself fucking the carpeting in a while, trying to catch more of the scratchy piling between her shuddering cuntlips. At times she picked up something . . . maybe a paperclip somehow embedded at one time in the shag. How good that was, stimulating her clit like a tiny dick!
"Ohhhh!" she groaned.
Heat knifed into the sides of her shivering clit. As the speed and ramming length of Phil's strokes grew, Nancy felt the drag of her cuntlips milk more juice from her hole. If only someone would touch her there, feel her pussy up and down!
"UGNHHH! HUHHHHHHRRRRRRR!" Nancy grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the feeling in her body was focused in on her asshole and cunt.
Then he stopped, his body tensing, shivering hard. Nancy knew what that meant. He was close, very close to firing his white-hot spunk into her ass. The woman closed her eyes, a feeling of shame and degradation suddenly washing over her. In that second's pause, Nancy had a chance to reevaluate what was happening to her. How could she have rutted like this in front of this young man? It would have been like doing something like this right in front of her daughter. The woman bit her lip until she drew blood, glad she could inflict some kind of punishment for her horrible behavior.
Then Phil began again. Little by little he started working back up to speed. He would, pull a little farther out, then drive his cock home. Air hissed from Nancy's throat as the fucking resumed its wild tempo of before. Spreading his knees farther apart, Phil moved down a bit to fuck her more intensely.
"UGHHHHHH!" she gunted.
Nancy couldn't take much more. He was really hurting her now with the force of his fucking blows! The tension of the line binding her wrists to the sofa leg was less, Phil knocking her up along the carpet with his ass-ripping blows. Again and again his belly slapped against her buttocks, the sounds echoing through the large livingroom. He picked up even more speed, fucking in and out smoother and smoother. Juice came out fast now from her hole as Phil rounded the corner and wound up his fucking spree.
Nancy could feel his dick actually balloon out, stretching her sensitive bowels apart even more. Then the young man fell on top of her, his fingers pinching her tits cruelly while his knees dug against the backs of her legs. He was shuddering, groaning in one ear, flicking his tongue in and out of the tiny waxy canal while his cock sprayed load after load of cum into her asshole.
"UNGHHHHH!'' he groaned.
The ordeal was over. Even though he was still firing his spunk into her shitter Nancy sighed with relief. Relief? That was a strange word for it. She still hadn't cum yet. Phil was getting off, dumping his wads of jizz up her ass while she lay bound to the sofa, her cunt burning like a flaming coal.
"Ughhhhh, baby, nice . . . real . . . ughhh, real nice," Phil sighed.
He rolled off her, slapping her butt hard with one hand, rubbing his softening dick with the other.
"You didn't get off, mamma. Too bad," Phil said, laughing softly while staring at her.
Nancy couldn't bear to look at him. His laughing eyes, mocking smile, they would all accuse her of the terrible crime she knew she committed. Please, God, let him go now!
"But I ain't had hair-pie for a long time. Maybe I can finish you off. Old Joe here," Phil said, rubbing his dick with one hand, "ain't gonna come up fast enough for you."
Nancy cried out, feeling his rough, powerful hands grip her thighs and turn her back onto her belly. How her cunt shivered with his touch. She was close, very, very close to cum-ming. It wouldn't take much. What was he talking about?
Phil was kneeling between her spread legs, his hands moving up and down her white, shivering thighs. When his calloused fingertip drew close to her cunt, he stopped, watching her with those lips curled up into a sneer. Nancy couldn't help herself. She began clenching her buttocks together, feeling the cum slick against her asshole walls, hunching up her pussy at the probing digits. How she wanted someone to touch her, to do anything to relieve the terrible pressure building in her pussy.
Her plea ended in a gasp when she watched his head drop into her cuntal thicket. She felt his breath tickling through her pussy hairs. And then in an instant she could feel his lips brushing over her pussylips, the tongue trailing along the outer edges of her labes. How good that was! Nancy closed her eyes and let out a shivery moan of delight. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while she hunched up and down, dancing her ass over the carpeted floor. How good it was to feel a man doing that between her legs! Her husband had done that often, using his spit to lube her up while he forced her to milk his cock and balls.
"That's good, baby, that's real good. Keep it up, keep it up," Phil said, pinching her inner thighs.
Nancy didn't need encouragement. She was prancing her ass around like a mad woman, feeding her hot, juicy pussy in his mouth. When she felt his hot, rough tongue licking over her fleshy cuntlips the woman nearly went wild. The tense, eager feeling of teetering on the brink of orgasm rushed in on her. Soon that wild moment of madness would be on her. Nancy ground her teeth, the cords sticking out from her neck. Her face was a mask of pain. And yet there was no pain. It was the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever had in her life! Her body was like a giant clit, vibrating, throbbing with such delight she thought her heart would surely tear through her ribcage!
When she felt his tongue shoving into her cuntal throat the girl went wild. She exploded as he shoved higher and higher, his nose shoving into her clit. His tongue was scraping around that narrow, hot passage, sopping up her pussy juice. Nancy couldn't take it any more. He was tonguing her clit, pushing her buttocks farther apart, letting his thumbs work into her cum-slicked asshole while sucking on her clit. Screaming, clawing her fingers in the air, tugging at the line still binding her wrists together and to the sofa, Nancy came with a violence. Bright lights exploded in front of her, making breathing almost impossible. She lay there in awe of her body's power, panting, jerking, feeding her pussy up to that wonderful, sucking tonguing mouth. At times she could feel her labes trying to hold onto that wonderful organ, trying to drag it in as if it were a dick. Nancy wished she could be filled with a hard, hot dick right now, feel that wild sensation of cum spattering against her cuntal walls. Well, this was far better than nothing. Kicking her legs in the air the woman came and came and came into Phil's mouth, feeling the world crash in on her cunt.
When she drifted out of her daze, she found the young man standing over her. His hands were on his hips, his dick hanging big and limp down his legs.
"I oughta leave you like this for Chrissy to find," he said, laughing softly.
Nancy rolled her eyes up again and saw he'd been there for nearly three hours! How her wrists ached, chafed horribly by that line. Now the woman began to worry about her reputation, about her daughter, about what Phil was going to do and say.
"Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna spoil a good thing. But you say one word to Chrissy about this and I'm gonna make sure everybody hears about how you drag in young boys and fuck 'em," Phil said, untying the rope. He left shortly afterward, leaving the woman alone, naked defeated, sobbing on the floor, wondering what on earth she was going to do.
Chapter Eight
Christina, of course, didn't find Phil at school. She sighed with relief, sneaking into the boys' changing area and making sure the young athlete wasn't around. She moved away, looking for her good friend Kathy and found her nibbling some cookies in the cafeteria. Classes weren't about to start for another half hour.
"Kathy!" the blonde whispered, putting her books down and leaning forward. She felt like some Russian conspirator about to pass on some information. "I . . . ughhh, don't know how to say this, but Phil . . .he's crazy. He fucked me last night after I left your place."
The pretty, perky brunette arched her eyebrows, wiping some stray crumbs off her lips delicately. She leaned forward also, glancing around to make sure no one else heard them.
"He what?"
Christina felt her face burning with shame. Kathy was her very best friend in the world. But even with her Christina was having a hard time confessing. And what was worse when she mentioned Phil, she started thinking about what it was like fucking him and felt her clit pop up all over again. He was brutal, foul, exciting! When she thought of the way he had held her down, hit her, pounded her cunt with that all-man dick of his, the girl shivered, feeling her flesh crawl with excitement. Even now Christina found herself rubbing her upper arms briskly with her fingers, crossing her legs and subtly rubbing her cuntlips against her clit.
"He . . . fucked me. It was awful," Christina lied, turning her face away, afraid Kathy would see the truth burning in them.
"I . . . ohh, Christina," Kathy said, nervously looking around. No one had seen them.
"He hit me, and then ... I was a virgin, Kathy. And he . . . ohhhh . . . "
Real tears were flowing down her cheeks now. Christina was crying for a past she would never see again. Real anger seethed in her. He'd stolen that from her, taken her precious virginity. Now she was a slut, someone no man would seriously take. She might as well pack her bags and head for Hollywood, peddling her ass on Western Boulevard to make some coins.
"Well, I guess you should tell somebody. Your mom?"
Christina's heart stopped.
"No, she's the last person. Oh, God, she'd throw me out of the house," the blonde cried. Yes, she could well imagine her mother pointing her finger and kicking open the door. Little did she know, of course, that at this very moment Phil was fucking her mother, driving the woman out of her mind with his hard rod.
"I guess you won't tell anyone at school . . . like the principal or someone."
Christina dabbed the tears from her cheeks, shaking her head from side to side.
"Well, I don't know why you expect me to do something, Chrissy. I mean, he didn't really hurt you or something, did he?"
"No," she answered after some pause. He had hit her and knocked her around. But the slapping seemed only to enhance their sex play.
"You're not ... well, forget it," Kathy said, picking up another cookie and eating it. She glanced at the wall clock then began gathering up her books.
"Aren't you going to help me?" Christina asked, surprised at her friend's sudden casual behavior.
Kathy sighed.
"Look, nobody's gonna take you to the chopping block or something for . . . fucking around, just as long as you don't scream about it. Phil's on the team and he could be busted for that."
"But what about me?" Christina whispered, her throat growing hot and tight. She thought about his thick-muscled thighs flexing against her legs, driving that hard, thick rod into her cunt, rubbing it against her clit until she cried for more dick.
"What about you?" Kathy repeated. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
The question made her face turn another darker shade of red.
"I don't see anything wrong about fucking ... at least, if you both want to. I've done it a couple of times and I think it's great," Kathy admitted.
Christina's eyes widened. She'd never known that about her friend. Shock raced through her body. Sure, Christina thought Kathy had gone fairly far with some of her dates. But actually fucking? It took her breath away.
"Don't be so surprised," Kathy sniffed, brushing her hair back. "Lots of boys want me."
"No, it's not that. It's just that, well, I never thought-"
"That's your problem. You just don't think about it. That's why I never told you, I wasn't sure you could handle it. And you're sure not handling it well now. Look, Chrissy, I've gotta go to class. We'll talk about it later. But it's no big deal," she said, pushing back her chair while gathering up her books.
"Don't you feel guilty?" Christina asked, her fingers growing icy.
"No, not really," Kathy replied as she stood up and straightened her dress.
Christina looked briefly around the cafeteria, noticing one or two boys smiling openly at Kathy. She wondered if one of them had fucked her friend, made her twist and jerk with madness the way she had last night.
"See you later at lunch," Kathy called back over her shoulder.
Christina sat at the table alone, her eyes lowered to the table, her mind whirling about in confusion. She was sure Kathy would give her some kind of perspective on this. But instead her friend just made things more confusing.
After some time the girl went to classes, her mind wandering through the first three. It was when she was in health class that her mind snapped back to reality . . . the reality of fucking, of men, of hard cocks and wet, pliant cunts ready for hot roddings.
"Did you hear my question, Christina?"
The voice cut through the air. The young blonde blinked back into reality, her eyes quickly glancing around. Everyone was staring at her, their faces lighted up with amusement. It was Phil's coach, Mr. Jack Granger, who was teaching the class today. He was talking about various aspects of dating, the contents of which Christina found far too close to her own experience.
"Ughhhh, no, I didn't Mr. Granger," she said, shuffling through her notes.
"No, I didn't ask a question about last night's homework," he said, his eyes sparkling with devilish delight.
Christina glanced up, feeling a rush of shame soar through her mind. What if Phil had told him? She'd heard stories about how the teammates share everything with their coaches-even their women.
"I, what was the question," Christina asked.
"We were talking about parents' behavior when they learn their children have been fooling around . . . having sexual relations with others. Do you think it's proper for them to discuss this in the open or hide it?"
The authoritative voice rolled like a tidal wave over the hushed classroom. All eyes were focused in on Nancy ... or so it seemed. The girl could feel Mr. Granger's eyes zooming in for a closeup of her body. Or was it just her imagination? Was it, her. guilt coloring everything happening around her? She could have sworn everyone in the cafeteria knew what she and Kathy were talking about. But of course that was impossible! And now this! If she kept imagining things like this she'd be seeing doctors soon.
"I . . . don't have an answer for that, Mr. Granger," Christina said her voice growing low, throaty. How could she answer something like that? She could well imagine her mother's reaction if she were to tell her what had happened to her the night before. Glancing up she saw the way his eyes were burning through her clothing. God, how she hated the way he stared at her. She felt as if she were naked. And yet there was little she could ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was dripping with juice. It had all started in the cafeteria and now was coming to a head here in the classroom.
"I'd like to see you after class," he said, going on with the seminar.
Nancy sat in horror through the last thirty minutes of class. When the others gathered up their books and left, glancing back in amusement at the girl, Nancy walked up to the desk in front, feeling like a condemned woman.
"Let's go to my office downstairs. It's quieter," he said, his eyes meeting hers for a second.
.The girl did nothing, feeling her heart beating like a triphammer. As she walked in front of the handsome young coach, she felt heat concentrate in a furry bundle between her legs. Her flesh could almost sense heat radiating out from him. But he was a teacher. He surely wouldn't take advantage of her, even if he knew she was vulnerable. As she stepped into his small office and noticed no one was around, the girl felt her tits itching around the nipples. Her furry cunt was generating more heat as the swollen hps rubbed together. What was that? Had she heard the lock snap shut? She turned around. Coach Granger was standing in front of the door, laying his books and notebooks down on the desk.
"Is it about my grades?" she muttered, hoping for the first time it was. There was an unmistakable outline of a semi-rigid cock running down his left leg. His legs were spread wide, showing off his muscular thighs. As his pants pulled tightly over his crotch, the outline of a fat cock bulbed out. He might have even been bigger than Phil.
Nancy's eyes flicked up again and again, focusing in on that interesting bulge.
"Can't keep your eyes off it, can you?"
Nancy flushed beet red.
"I ... I don't know what you mean," she gasped, feeling faint with lust, with shame. So he had told the coach, told him about how she panted with lust, how she practically begged for dickmeat. She could well imagine the two of them laughing at her as they rubbed their crotches. Now she was sure Mr. Granger wanted into her cunt.
"Come on, Christina, we both know what you're like. You like . . . like cock, don't you?"
To think a teacher was saying this to her . . . she could have screamed for help, called him on the carpet. Once she opened her mouth to yell, but nothing came out. Something inside her was calling her a liar, telling her how much she wanted this man to fuck her even here in school! Christina felt a double jolt of excitement hit her. Mr. Granger moved toward her and stopped directly in front of her. His legs were still spread, the outline of his cock more obvious than before.
"Don't say things like that, Mr. Granger. You could get into trouble and-"
"I don't think you're going to say anything. I was hoping Phil would be here. We were planning on a double fuck. Ever think about having two cocks into your cunt and ass? Just think about it, Christina, two hard cocks reaming you out until-"
Christina dropped her books, clapping her hands over her ears. This was shocking. A
teacher, someone she was supposed to respect, was saying this to her. What was worse was that, he was scratching his crotch suggestively, that roll of dickmeat getting longer, thicker, pressing harder against the front of his pants.
"But Phil's not here," he went on, ignoring her surprise. "So, looks like I'll have to tap you myself!"
His words sank into her brain like burning lead. Was he planning to fuck her? The blonde backed away, slipping behind the desk. She grabbed the back of the wooden chair for support, her pulse racing madly.
"Nobody's down here, Christina. No one's going to interrupt me until I've had your cunt to myself," Jack said, starting to unbutton his shirt.
Christina's eyes raced around the room, desperately searching around for an escape. There was nothing, nowhere she could run.
"Come on . . . come ..."
Jack stretched one hand out to her, stepping forward up to the desk.
"NO!" Christina shouted, shrinking back until she felt her shoulder blades touching the wall.
Jack Granger stopped, pursing his lips, then turning them up into a sneer.
"Phil told me you kept screaming until he stuck his dick into you. Then you couldn't get enough. Guess I'm gonna have to find out for myself," the coach said, pulling his shirt off, then sliding his fingers down and unbuttoning his trousers.
"No, oh, how could he have told you . . . told you everything?" she wailed as he pushed-' his trousers down to the floor and stepped' from them. His fat dick pressed hard against the ribbed pouch of his jockstrap. She could see several stray black hairs curling around the elastic keeping his dick trapped against his flat, hairy belly. Christina tried breathing normally, but her chest and throat were too tight!
"I won't hurt you . . . too much," Jack said, kicking his trousers to one side.
When she hesitated, Jack moved quickly, grabbing her hair, filling his palm with her blonde strands. He jerked her close to him, encircling her waist with one thick arm while still pulling back on her hair. He was kissing the base of her throat, his lips creating such wild thrills while his hair tugging brought tears to her eyes. How odd it was having both those reactions.
"Yeah, nice and hot. Come on," he said, bending his face down to hers. When he tried kissing her Christina panicked, biting his lips and tongue then jerking away when he snapped back and howled.
"Little slut!" Jack growled, putting his fingers to his mouth and checking his lips and mouth for blood. There was none. His eyes glittered with anger. Christina saw him raising a hand. She tensed, retreating back to the wall.
Her eyes were wide, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. If only someone would come down here-a janitor, a lost student, someone she could shout out to for help. But there was no one, not even a rat!
"NO!" she screamed.
She saw his hard-on, saw the dickhead push up a little beyond the top of the pouch containing his cock and balls. His eyes reminded her of a hungry dog's. As she trembled, terrified, he smiled more broadly. His lips pulled back, revealing a double row of white, sparkling teeth. He was enjoying this, loving every second of it as she trembled against the wall of his office.
"No!" Christina shouted again, trying to flatten herself. "No what?"
With that Jack brought his hand down. The report of the slap and her resultant scream were muffled by the small room they were in. The force of that blow sent Christina spinning around, letting the girl find herself facing the wall, her arms stretched over her head, her fingernails clawing at the smooth cold plaster. In a second he was on top of her, his fingers tearing at her dress.
"NO!" she shouted again, twisting around, trying to stop him. But it was futile. Jack said he was going to rip the dress off her if she didn't take it off. Sobbing, holding back the tears, the young blonde teen did as she was told. She whimpered, the smell of the instructor's pepperminty breath making her sick. She was sure he would be brutal without any conscience. He was going to fuck her without thinking twice about it. If Phil had been there there would have been two of them pawing her, beating her, fucking her. At least there was something to be grateful for.
Jack let her cry for a moment after she'd slipped off her panties and bra, laying them carefully on top of her dress. She crossed her arms, feeling terribly naked and ashamed there in the office. The tug of her tits against her chest excited her more than she'd have thought.
The sound of material scraping over flesh brought her back to reality. Mr. Granger had stepped out of his jockstrap. He was holding it loosely in one hand now, dangling it in front of her nose. She screamed, jerking back, having smelled something terribly strong. It was his cock juice, the odor of which triggered her into heat.
"Phil said you dig all kinds of shit. That's good. There aren't too many young girls around here who like that sort of thing," Jack said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her close.
Chrstina whimpered when the big instructor shoved the jockstrap against her face, rubbing the smelly pouch over her nose and lips, then forced her to open her mouth. He shoved it down her throat. The blonde teen gagged, spit dribbling down her chin. She bent backwards, trying to jerk her head away from the awful thing. But Jack kept stuffing the jockstrap into her mouth until only the elastic waistband remained outside. He laughed, his fingers roaming freely over her body. At times she could feel his hot dick bounce against her thighs. How awful, how terrible he was treating her, a student, a minor in his care!
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna burn my dick and balls up with that cunt," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over her hairy pussymound.
Christina groaned, feeling her cuntal walls buckle in from sexual heat. Yes, she was more than ready for sex play. But with her teacher? Stories were around about how some of the teachers seduced their students. But those were mostly stories . . . or so Christina had thought up to now. Now she was twisting in Mr. Granger's hands, feeling his fingers roam up and down her pussy while his dick edged up her thighs toward her swelling cuntlips.
Chapter Nine
"Come on."
Mr. Granger had her on the floor now, having slapped her twice when she thought she heard someone coming down the stairs and started screaming through the jockstrap. For a second Christina thought the young coach was going to kill her with his fists. She wailed, trying to keep her face out of the way while his hands assailed her body.
Then he pushed her down on the floor with a giant shove, the movement knocking the wind from her. Jack left her there for a few seconds, leaning back over the desk and reaching into the center drawer. There he found a roll of adhesive tape he pulled out. Taking a twelve-inch strip off the young man fastened his jockstrap tightly in her mouth with that sticky band, wrapping it tightly around the back of her head. Christina sobbed, breathing heavily through flared nostrils. Her eyes were wide while sweat beaded her forehead. How could she know her mother was currently going through nearly the same kind of torture? Coach and student were closer than she could have thought.
"Mmmmmfffff!" Christina sobbed, her back pressed against the front of her wooden desk. Her fists were clenched, pressed against the floor. The young blonde teen felt anger, resentment, fear and excitement all whirling about in her confused mind. When Jack edged up to her, his fat cherry-tipped cock wagging in her face, the girl could smell his crotch, smell the sour, pungent odor of his groin washing over her. Christina turned her head, closing her eyes while feeling the slick folds of her pussy wriggle against one another. Oh, she was such a slut! She couldn't keep her mind off her pussy! Maybe Kathy was right. Maybe she was making too much of sex. But was she making too much of being forcibly held in the office here, gagged, ready to be raped?
He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking his hairy, thick-muscled thighs. How she loved seeing those big legs, that flat washboard belly, that massive chest with those well-formed hard pecs bulging behind his nipples. Yes, if she had to be fucked, she would want to be fucked by someone like Jack or Phil. If only they wouldn't be so intent on this brutality.
Christina could feel her tits swell, the nipples taut, straining, wanting to be touched, to be sucked. A hard spasm slammed through her cunt, making her clit tingle as if someone were touching it. She sucked in a particularly deep breath, moving her thighs back and forth, trying to rub her cuntlips against the tiny sex spindle. She realized now that her entire body was alive, quivering with excitement, ready to be touched, loved, fucked.
Jack seemed to see this as well.
Dropping her eyes to his cock and balls once more she saw them rising in their leathery sac, drawing tight to the dickroot. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, hanging in strings toward the floor. Christina shivered. She still couldn't shake the odd, slightly embarrassing, feeling of sitting there stark naked, juicing with excitement in front of a man who was supposed to be her teacher! It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.
Jack raised his right hand again, poising it over his head again. Christina cringed, scream-
ing through the spit-soaked jockstrap. Then it came down, cutting through the thickening air, striking her hard enough to daze her. Christian's head snapped to the left, her long blonde hair washing over her face. One leg folded over the other as she rolled half over, then slipped back onto her buttocks.-
"Good," he breathed, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around her hair. The young girl groaned, jerking her hands up and clawing her nails at his wrists. He was dragging her around the office by the hair. At times the girl thought he was going to snatch her bald. Once Christina tried holding onto the desk with her hands. But Jack only laughed at her efforts, calling her more vicious names and tugging at her hair so hard that in the end she had to let go.
When he let go and placed her onto a small throw rug near the door, Christina yelped through the athletic supporter, instinctively raising her arms to protect her tits. He knocked them aside, jerking her wrists apart. Christina's tits bounced, the hard, dark-red tips glowing and stiff.
In an instant, Jack was on his knees, still holding her painfully by the wrists. He shoved his face against her boobs, opening his mouth and sucking hard at the tit tips.
He was biting her, tearing at the hardened, twitching nipples then sucking, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth all the while.
How strange it was that that vile harsh treatment was sending knives of delight through her body. As her terror mounted, sweat trickled down her belly. He was mounting her, his sweat running down her chest and stomach. The wetness ran into her cuntal crack and mixed with her pussy oil. The sudden sensation was like having a fist aimed directly at her clit. It knocked the wind out of her. Instinctively Christian's thighs flexed, her butt raised off the floor. She pressed her belly against his, silently begging him for dickmeat.
"You wanna get fucked, eh, baby? Man, you wanna get some hot cockmeat into her pussy to take care of that little itch, eh?"
She would have told him yes. As shameless as it was, she needed his dick, wanted to have that fat thing spreading her cuntal walls open, drilling into her until she couldn't talk. Instead she groaned through the wet cotton material, flexing her thighs, feeling her clit burn like a tiny glowing jewel.
"Ohhhh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you so fuckin' hard you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week," Jack threatened, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. He kept sucking her tits, going from one nipple to the other, his front teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh while his cock bounced dangerously close to her juicing fuck-slot. Christina wanted that mouth on her thighs. She wanted to feel his teeth bruising her muscles. She needed those sharp, cut-
ting teeth on her clit, tearing at her, making her cum so hard she wouldn't be able to cum again for weeks.
What could she be thinking of? She sounded much like Jack and Phil, wanting violence, needing it to intensify her sexual feelings. Christina shook her head violently from side to side, feeling Jack's heavy breathing against her throat.
The girl pulled back, whimpering with fear while Jack tightened his grip on her wrists. He held her prisoner with one hand while dropping the other between her legs. He forced them wider, cupping her crotch.
Without thinking, Christina thrust her crotch down, imbedding his thick thumb in her hot, wet pussy. How hot, how chilly, how delicious it felt having his rough fingers playing with her pussy and inner thighs. She was squirming her ass on the carpet, bouncing it on his hand, wiggling on his probing fingers like an obscene puppet while more and more juice slicked down his fingers.
"MMMGMHFHHF!" she mumbled through the jock strap.
Jack grunted, satisfied at the girl's lewd performance. He shoved his thumb in at an angle, finding her swollen clit easily. Bending his thumb the young coach crushed the tiny sex organ under his nail.
Christina thought the world had blown apart. She's never known such pain or ecstasy as at that moment. Bright lights popped in front of her while a shock of pain shot through her pussy and tits. The cords stood out from her neck while more sweat slicked down her belly. Her tits rolled together, slapping loudly, then jiggled apart while she bent her knees and tried to fold one leg protectively over the other once again.
"Bitch!" he spat.
She was panting now, neck veins distended. She fought to stay conscious. Jack was not saying anything now. Christina doubted he could form any words. He looked like an animal, his eyes glazed over with lust, his face red, sweaty, his breaths coming in short, uneven pants. He pulled his hand out of her cunt, the sound resembling a muted sucking noise. With a growl the young man threw her on her back. He couldn't wait any more.
Christina struck the back of her head against the floor. She clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity in her slit become more highly charged then ever. The terror receded in her, replaced by something far more powerful, stronger even than what she'd felt earlier with Phil. Perhaps it was the same feeling, completely unleashed now, running rampant in her body and mind now that Jack was crawling over her, dragging his donkey dick over her thighs.
Jack lowered himself on her belly, prying her legs apart with rough fingers. Christina closed her eyes, tears oozing from under the lids. Her mouth was still pried open by that filthy jockstrap. She had to swallow hard several times to keep from choking on her own spit. A pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw tightened while she felt her nipples swelling even more. Spasms of wild lust attacked her cunt while a whirling ball of sexual hunger grew and grew. A strange buzzing sound echoed through her head as Jack began his fucking.
She could feel something terribly hot burrowing through her tangled blonde cunthairs. It was plowing a path, sliding on a thick slick of cuntjuice. Then the girl felt the grooved head touch the bottom junction of her pussylips. How she wanted it inside her! Christina rocked her hips to the right, then to the left, groaning as that subtle motion rubbed her labes against her clit and sent a rain of sparks into her convulsing pussy.
Jack pushed his knees up higher until they were nearly touching her buttocks. He shoved them apart, angling his crotch down, dragging his dick up until it was poised directly over her jagged slick slit.
Christina threw her head back, feeling her eyes roll up into her head. He drove his fat rod in at once, burying the whole eight thick inches of his cock with one powerful stroke.
For a instant the young blonde thought he had split her apart. She was still nearly a virgin, her cunt tight. And yet all the powerful juicing she had been doing the past few minutes made his fucking easy. The force of his fuck sent shock waves through her pussy, waves that echoed through her tortured body into her tits and belly. It made her head ache and her brain numb.
Yes, he was all the way in her fuck hole, imbedded to the base of his shaft. She could feel his balls resting against her upturned buttocks. He had stretched her wide open, grunting like a pig. Then he pulled back until only the head was caught in the grip of her pussy, slamming forward against with a grunt.
He was fucking her harder and faster. As he savaged her that way the scalding pain corkscrewed into something far greater, something she wanted to keep on going for a long time. As he rode her Christina found herself tightening up, clutching this pounding dick. Jack panted heavily, snapping his head from side to side to knock the hair from his eyes.
"Baby, yeah, bitch, you're . . . ughhhh . . . you're gonna make me . . . ohhhhhh, yeah, make me cum!"
Cum? No, no, he couldn't cum! She wasn't ready for it. She could feel herself tightening up, getting ready for the big blast. But it was far too soon for her to reach orgasm. If only she could tell him, scream something through that terrible gag, tell him to slow down. She wouldn't be able to make it with him, And didn't he want to have that, have her bucking and twisting and screaming through that spit-soaked jockstrip while he dumped his load of spunk down her pussy?
"Shit, yeah, oh', yeah," Jack panted, stopping his pistoning for a second. His body was shivering greatly while he closed his eyes. She looked up, watching his jaw tremble. Yes, he was trying to hold back, keep from popping off while holding his dick still in her cunt. Christina could feel that hard rod jerking inside her, banging against the sides of her pussy. How the juice boiled inside her cunt, bubbling out around the sides of his cock, slicking down her buttocks, trickling into her asscrack and shitter! This had to be one of the best feelings in the world. The scratchy piling of the large throw rug even felt good against her shoulders and back.
"UNGHHHHH." she groaned through the gag.
Jack was starting his fucking again. Soon both of them were colliding over and over. Greedily the young woman threw her crotch up, wanting more and more stimulation, wanting to feel all those inches of dick ramming her, touching her clit, filling her pussy to the hilt.
She felt his balls slapping wildly against her bouncing asscheeks. They were filled with cum, burning with lust, ready to dump their load into her willing hole. Her thighs muscles tensed while her ass bounced merrily on the throw rug. Grunting through the jockstrap, the young girl was ready now to cum, ready to cut it loose. She was impaling her cunt willingly, hotly on his rod. She slammed her belly into him, wanting to feel his jizz boiling up into her cunt.
The globs of cum came out like white-hot bullets, spattering hard against her cuntal walls. The sensation of jizz filling her hole triggered Christina's powerful orgasm. She screamed through the cotton material, tossing her head from side to side. It seemed she couldn't get enough oxygen to feed her twisting, plunging body. The girl threw up her legs, then snapped them tightly around Jack's humping body. She beat the balls of her feet against his kidneys, riding the big stud like a cowboy. More and more jizz shot out, frothing from her hole and dripping down her dancing buttocks. It was the biggest, hardest cum of her life!
"BITCH. BITCH!" he shouted.
Jack was still pumping his rod in and out of her sloshed hole. The wet, sucking sounds it made reminded the girl of a stick in the mud. The young woman held onto him as he kept driving his dick up her slit, spilling out the last of his cum. Then he shuddered, lying heavily on top of her, resting his chin in the nape of her neck while pinching her sweaty white flesh.
The two of them lay together for some time, trying to regain their breathing. When Jack finally calmed down he edged back, supporting his torso by placing both hands on either side of her shoulders.
"Man, Phil was right. You're like a wild woman," Jack said, wiping saliva from his mouth with the back of one hand. "I've had most of the cheerleaders around here . . . most of 'em that's worth havin', anyway," he added, smirking at her.
Christina felt a chill sweep over her. He and Phil and God only knows how many others had a sweet little thing going for them. They were all in cahoots, like members of some club. And they were having themselves a ball, helping themselves to any co-ed they wanted, especially if she was connected somehow with the athletic department. And with girls like Kathy around "recruiting" new fuck meat, they'd never had to worry about supply.
"And don't think tellin' the principal's going to help you," the coach said, seeing her thoughts in her eyes. "We've got that all planned out. Why don't you talk to your mother first. We've been . . . talking to her for some time now."
Her mother? Christina shivered. What did her mother have to do with this? For the first time the blonde teen thought of her mother in a completely different light other than being the stoic Victorian. Could it be they were fucking her mother too? She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side. No, that was too ridiculous, too awful to think about.
Footsteps! Both of them tensed. Christina didn't want anyone to find her like this now. She clenched her fingers into tight fists, feeling shame and horror wash over her and Jack pulled his flaccid dick out of her cunt and edged up to the door. The footsteps were growing louder. Someone was purposely coming to the coach's door. She drew back, reaching for her dress, draping it over her naked body just as Mr. Granger unlocked the door and cracked it open.
"Phil! Good. You're late."
Christina felt her flesh crawl. Phil! Here! Now they'd never let her go.
"Yeah, I was over at-"
He stepped inside the office, tilted his head back slightly and sniffed the evaporated cunt juice that hung like perfume in the air. Drop-ing his gaze, he noticed Christina sprawled on the floor, her dress covering her tits and pussy.
"You take care of the ... uh, problem? I wasn't sure if you were going to or not today," Mr". Granger said, scratching his cock and balls while Phil shut the door and bolted it shut.
"Yeah. She's just as hot as this one. Not as tight, but man, more experienced. You oughtta take a trip over there some time and try 'er out."
Christina screwed up her face. She didn't want to know who they were talking about. The young girl had an idea of who it was, but she didn't want to hear the name mentioned by these two horrible men.
"We're got 'em sewed up for our little harem," Jack said, smirking. "I just came. It's gonna be a little while before-"
"Hey, ain't nobody comin' down to the athletic room for a while," Phil said, an idea dawning on him. "Let's fool around with 'er, then both fuck her later."
Fool around? What were they talking about? It was getting late. Surely someone would be coming down here. And then Christina remembered the assembly the school was having in the auditorium about now. Everyone was expected to attend. Something about a blood drive for the Red Cross. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was two o'clock. Another hour to go. She shuddered when she thought about what Jack and Phil could do in an hour.
Chapter Ten
Nancy lay on the sofa, one leg draped over the edge, the other extended, rubbing back and forth over the scratchy material of the bottom cushion. She was breathing deeply through her mouth, her eyes opened and staring at the ceiling.
One hand moved in circular motions over her belly, the fingertips sliding close to her cuntal hairs. A smile was on her face. Her hair fanned out behind her head on a cushion.
What a terrible, awful, wonderful thing had happened to her! Yes, he had hurt her, shamed her, made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before her life.!
Phil had explained it all to her before he left. What an exotic plan he and his wonderful coach had! She smiled more broadly, the smile fading when she thought of her daughter.
I must call the school, she said to herself.
But Nancy found it so difficult to move! Resting there on the couch, dreamily moving her fingers around her flat belly while concentrating on the warm, electric glow hovering around her cunt, felt so wonderful! Yes, they had planned this carefully, calling her up on the phone, getting the number from the school office. At first their target had been Christina. But then Nancy's hot reaction to the dirty calls peaked their interest. Phil had decided to go after them both.
And what could her call do? He threatened to expose her as some kind of whore seducing young students from the high school. Even if Christina and she insisted on telling the truth, their reputations would be ruined. They'd have to move from a community she had lived in all her life! No, that wasn't the answer.
"Mmmmmm . . ." She moaned as she rubbed herself.
Masturbation! It wasn't as good as having a man crawling on top of her gouging her cuntal walls with his dick. But it was the next best thing. Phil had to leave, having untied her and put her on the sofa before dressing and leaving. Nancy was so confused. She should protect her daughter, say something, do something. But what? Phil had already fucked her and was going to do it again. What a mother/daughter team they made, bounced from dick to dick like ping pong balls, fucked silly.
She dipped her fingers into her hole, feeling her soft pussylips closing around the joints of the probing digits. Yes, there was little she could do to prevent the men from having their way ... at least at this point. Perhaps the best thing to do was simply ride with the current, looking for some way out.
"Ahhhhh . . ." she sighed.
Nancy shivered, her fingers scraping along the sensitive wet flesh separating her inner from her outer cuntlips. Then she started touching her clit, touching that sensitive button, pushing it down, feeling the electric charge surge through her thighs, then letting it pop up while smoothing her fingers around the surrounding flesh. Clamping her legs together and rubbing them against her wrist Nancy closed her eyes and thought of Phil, thought of any man who could bring her off that wonderful way. She'd have to talk with Christina later. All the woman knew was that she was tired of sacrificing her life for her daughter. From now on Nancy would think of herself as well as of her daughter. "AHHHHHH!"
Juice seeped from her hole, wetting down her shaking fingers. Yes, she'd talk with Christina, talk as they'd never talked before. A dialogue, Nancy thought as she closed her eyes and began rubbing her fingers over and over her clit.
Christina was having problems. Phil and Jack were assured of privacy when they pulled her up from the floor and pushed her stumbling and naked out of the tiny office, down the cold, barren corridor to the athletic equipment room. The young blonde kept her eyes lowered, holding her dress and panties tightly to her body. She knew the men were staring at her jiggling buttocks, laughing at her as she padded down the tiled hallway to the end of the building.
"In here." Jack fished out a set of keys and opened a large green door. Immediately Christina could smell the strong aroma of rubber and sweat as she stepped into the equipment room. There on the walls and floor were various mats, basketballs, footballs, baseball equipment, and other sports-oriented things.
"Come on, honey, don't be so damned shy. We've both had you," Jack said, reaching out and tugging her dress away.
Christina grabbed at the dress, her fingers curling around the hem. She pulled hard, her feet slipping on the slick concrete. Her tits jiggled like pudding.
"No need to get so worked up!" Jack cried, tearing the dress from her fingers.
The blonde teen stood there, her white flesh shivering with fright, desire, cold.
"Hey, she's cold, coach. You got somethin' to warm her up?"
Phil was sneering at the cringing Christina.
"Yeah, but I just used it to plug up her cunt. It won't be ready to fuck for a while," Jack said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of assmeat.
"STOP!" Christina shouted, twisting around and hitting at the offending hand.
"Yeah, and I just got through fuckin' the old lady," Phil said, watching Christina's face blanch when she heard the news.
"You're lying!" she shrieked, rushing at him with her fingernails flailing at his face.
"Hey, baby, take it easy. She dug it, dug it more than you did last time around. Course, it was your first. Bet Christina was a little hellcat when you plugged her, coach," Phil said.
He circled both arms around her waist, pulling her back. Christina was kicking, her feet flying off the floor, her hands flailing at the thin air. They had to be lying. Her mother wouldn't be involved in something as sordid, as horrrible as this. She was a decent woman, a . . .
"Man, she was a hot fuck. Thought she'd burn off my dick with her pussy," Phil said, hefting the young girl onto a large rubber mat.
Christina fell onto her knees, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. She wanted to kill them. If there were something sharp around the girl would have plunged it into Phil's big chest. They were still talking about her mother, about how Nancy couldn't get enough cockmeat to satisfy her hungry cunt.
"LIAR!" She tried scratching Phil's sneering face once more.
"She needs a lesson," the coach said, catching her by the arms and tugging her back. "Here, you hold her while I get out my lighter."
Christina tried to squirm away but Phil held her arms pinned tightly to her lower back while coach Granger stretched out one leg and slipped one hand into a pocket. He fished out a lighter, flicked the top open and spun the wheel around. Sparks flew, followed by a bright orange flame, flickering in the draft. Christina's eyes widened, focused on that flame. Behind her she felt Phil tightening his grip.
"I usually don't smoke," Jack began, waving the lighter in front of Christina's face. The girl cringed, pressing her shoulders against Phil's knees. Her heart began to pound with fear again. He slid across the mat to a small wooden box to the right. "Don't like my boys to smoke either. I confiscated these things today," he said, pulling out a pack of Winston Kings, tapping the red and white box against one hand and pulling a cigarette out with his lips. "But let's see what this does first."
Christina trembled, his words cutting through the silence.
"You'd like a little heat, right?"
He crouched next to her, passing the fire over her belly. Christina was terrified, afraid to move a muscle. She watched with wide, horrified eyes. She felt the warmth of the fire over her flesh. Twice she tried jerking her knees up and kicking out to knock the big football coach over. But Phil only tightened his grip on her arms, hurting her, threatening to dislocate her shoulder if she tried any more crap like that.
"This is better than the gas heat we have in the office," Jack said ironically.
He passed the fire from hip to hip, keeping the flame an inch away from Christina' quivering belly. The girl whimpered, waiting for the awful moment when he would burn her, possibly disfigure her for life! She wished she could die when he moved that fire close to her cun-thairs. Was he going to set her pussy on fire, keep her prisoner while the two of them watched her snatch go up like a forest?
The girl whimpered louder as the heat singed the almost invisible white fuzz covering her belly and thighs. The terrifying warmth crept down to her belly button, then seemed to enter her body. It spread up through her belly and chest, swelling her tits with . . .oh, God, yes, with lust!
Oh, God, it felt so good, so terrifying, and yet so awfully good. It was the kind of fear that comes when a woman sleeps with something or someone unknown, a fear that's both destructive and highly exciting.
"Mmmmm, she doesn't seem to be getting much heat," Jack said, glancing into her eyes and reading the story there. He moved the lighter to his cigarette, took several puffs, then crouched between her legs. Christina cried out when he spread her labes, his rough fingers touching the slick sensitive spots in her cunt.
"Don't hurt me there," she pleaded.
"Come on, honey, this ain't gonna hurt . . . much," Phil said, bending down and sucking hard at the back of her neck. "Shit, this is gonna warm you up so you won't be so frigid when we both fuck you."
Christina's eyes widened, her pupils dilated. She felt hesitant, bewildered by what was happening. Then when she saw him pull the cigarette from his mouth and move it toward her cunt her face blanched. He was going to burn her with that thing. Christina didn't know if she could handle this. She'd heard about some sex deviates who kidnapped young girls and held them for days, fucking them, burning them, turning them into halfwits by the time they got through torturing them.
"NOOOOOO!" she cried.
She closed her eyes, arched her back and raised her buttocks off the mat while kicking her legs mindlessly at Jack. This couldn't be happening. It . . .
"WAWHWHYYYAGGHHHH!" she screamed.
Her fingers became fists and her thigh and belly muscles tightened. Jack ignored her screams, keeping out of the way of her flailing feet. He took the glowing cigarette tip and touched a few hairs at the bottom of her pussy crease. Christina stopped screaming, sucking in a deep breath. Her head shook while her neck muscles stood out.
"No . . . oh, don't . . . not that . . . save that . . . oh, please, don't do it to me . . ."
Then suddenly with a grin Jack touched the tip to the rounded muscle just below her clit.
Christina screamed, her legs fighting to close around the burrowing hot needle. Her clit stiffened, something Jack found interesting. The cigarette hissed and went out.
Getting to his feet Jack glanced at his watch and saw that it was getting late. Yes, they'd have to hurry a bit if they wanted to fuck her and get her out of here before the others came down for evening practice.
Chapter Eleven
"STOP!" Christina protested.
Phil was pulling her arms back, hurting her with the force of his grip.
"Come on, baby. You don't want anythin' to stop. The more we throw at you, the more you want," the handsome young football player said, biting her neck and laughing when the teen screamed at the pain. Her hair splashed over her face.
Jack was holding both ankles, keeping her legs from flailing. Christina panted heavily, her chest so tight she could hardly draw a breath! Both of the men were naked, their cocks standing straight out. They had had enough rest during her torture with that cigarette to get good and hard again. Phil kept talking about her mother, about how he was going to compare the two of them. That kind of talking made her feel sick. Christina still couldn't believe her own mother could be guilty of such a horrible indiscretion.
"Just take it easy, Chrissy. When I get my cock in, you won't want me to stop. It's just like all the other times," Jack whispered.
He looked up, nodded at Phil, then crawled on top of her while the young man slid to one side, still holding tightly onto her wrists. Christina whimpered, her eyes wide, her flesh crawling as she felt the big coach start to fuck her all over again.
"Don't . . . please, don't . . ." she begged.
But the big coach was already in her, his fat cock having slid easily on a thick coating of her pussy oil. Christina trembled, feeling her cuntal walls being stretched by his dickhead. The girl tugged at her arms, trying to pull away while Jack's dick slurped into her hot, the balls dragging over her asscheeks. However shameless it was, Christina couldn't help how she felt. Jack was in her cunt up to his fat cockroot. His big chest was like a hairy wall pressing against her tits, flattening the stiff-
dark-red nipples when she tried to move away.
Meanwhile, behind her, Phil had inched down, shoving his rod against her buttocks, rubbing it into her asscrack. Christina panicked, thinking twice about having something that fat driven into her hole. As the two sweaty men started hunching into her however, the girl began feeling a thrill unlike anything she had experienced. The two men were about to fuck her. Two thick cocks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body.
"That's it, baby, just relax," the coach said as he felt the tension drain out of her body.
"Ohhh ..." she moaned softly.
Christina could feel something hot dribbling into her cunt. He was dribbling pre-cum, the thick substance exciting her cunt terribly. A cry of delight burst from her throat when she felt her ear being sucked into Phil's mouth. Then Jack drew forward, flicking in his tongue, lashing it down her throat.
The blonde teen shoved back with her ass, feeling Phil's cock fit tightly into her sweaty buttcrack. She wanted that fat thing shoved into her, wanted both men fucking her. She'd done one better than her mother. When she got home tonight she'd tell her mother about how two men had fucked her there in school.
"Fuck 'er, man, fuck her good," Phil grunted, shoving his knees against the backs of her legs, rubbing his dick up and down her asscrack.
Christina could feel his balls flattening against the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. When his fingers kneaded her tits, pressing her nipples down into the sensitive flesh, the girl thought she was going to pass out!
"Yeah, pussy, fuck, ass. Shove it in, man, shove it up her shitter, make 'er pass out, man," Jack groaned, hammering his groin against her stretched pussy.
"Ohhhh, hurry ..." Christina shamelessly begged, tightening her pussy muscles tightly around the pistoning cock.
Phil gripped her by the hipbones, arching back while driving his legs tightly against hers. Christina sucked in a deep breath and held it, feeling something terribly hot and hard shoving against her tight little asshole. Phil was grunting behind her. She could feel his hot breath against her back, feel his grip tightening around her hips as he started shoving down hard.
Christina closed her eyes, concentrating on the delicious hammering against her clit. Beads of sweat broke out all over her body as Phil managed to work his fat cockhead into her shitter. She felt her sphincter ache, then finally relax, admitting the young man's big dick.
"Whhoooeeeeee!" Phil cried. "She's gonna snap off my dick with that asshole of hers!"
"No, NOOOOOOUGHHHHHH!" Christina cried, her body stiffening, trembling savagely as she felt inch after thick meaty inch slip into her asshole. It was as if someone were shoving a hot poker into her body. She flew forward, crashing into Jack's big, muscular chest. The young woman couldn't breathe for several minutes. She panted heavily, tasting his sweat, feeling the scratchy hairs on his chest, on her lips and cheeks.
"Fuck her, man, fuck her good. She's on us both now, Phil. She wants it, wants it bad. You don't want to disappoint the little lady, do you?" Jack said ironically, hunching up his hips, making sure his dick rubbed constantly against the teen's clit.
Christina thought she'd gone to heaven. She was being bounced from one man to the other, her clit continually rubbed, tickled by Jack's fat rod. The way his balls slapped against her inner thighs when he fucked back and forth made her tremble. Her flesh squeaked across the sweat-wet rubber of the tumbling mat they were fucking her on. Her cunt was on fire, burning with lust, burning as hotly as her stretched, violated asshole! The young girl wished this could go on for days and days. Getting fucked in the ass wasn't all that bad, especially if there was a hot dick reaming out her cunt at the same time.
"Fuck, shit! She's something else, man!" Jack gasped. "Can't hold back from her."
Jack hunched furiously, pushing up against Christina's willing body, keeping his cock embedded in her cunt up to the hilt while he moved his mouth back down onto hers. Their tongues speared at one another while their lips sucked together. Spit ran in streams down their throats as they sucked and tongued each other. Christina could swear she felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire. She was hunching out of control, mastered by these men, fucking and being fucked. It was all she could possibly want out of life. She gasped for breath, feeling herself spinning into some awful black vortex.
"NOW!" Jack warned both Phil and Christina as he felt his cum jetting up the thick cockshaft. He reached out, holding tightly onto the panting girl as he exploded.
Christina could feel his nuts pumping, cutting loose, sending was after wad of jizz into her sucking cunt. He stabbed his tongue into her mouth, increasing the delight she felt. Her teeth rattled with the force of his climax. With each bubbling load, the girl jabbed her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth.
"FUCK, SHIT!" It was Phil behind her. He was trembling, his hands pinching her buttocks, bruising her flesh. How it hurt and yet at the same time increased the delight of an orgasm blowing through her mind.
As Christina felt Jack's cock throb in the tight grip of her cunt, the girl felt the football player's dick jerking animal-like in her butt. He was cumming, shooting his jizz into her just as hard and fast as the coach was filling up her pussy. They were both cumming! She had to make it now, had to feel her climax wash over her while they were still pumping her up with spunk.
Slowly, gradually, the young girl felt the throbbing waves of orgasm start deep in her cunt. The slick walls shook, clutched into knots of tension, then buckled in, trapping Jack's shooting dick. The throbbing grew stronger, harder, more violent then anything she'd known up to that point. Jack thrust his tongue back down her throat while she dug her nails into his back and took the final hunching thrusts of his rod.
The tremendous orgasm that shook through Christina's pussy sent her floating away. She moaned and sighed, wiggling between the two hairy masculine bodies. Half the girls in the school would have given their right arms just to be in her place, being fucked by these two studs. And there she was, spreading her legs for them both, one fucking her in the ass while the other was dumping his load in her cunt. She throbbed as she felt the two long cocks still oozing cum, still hard, still working frantically in her cunt and ass. Her mouth and ear were being sucked and tongued. She remembered what both Phil and Jack had told her separately. They were going to fuck her until she cried, until she couldn't walk. All talk, of course. But what a difficult time she was going to have getting up after this. She'd want to stay like this, stretched out on this stained mat, fucked for hours by these handsome young men! The thought sent her clit off into another series of spasms!
Christina smiled, drifting with the waves of orgasm as Phil and Jack finished dumping their spunk into her holes. The three of them lay quietly for at least fifteen minutes, drinking in the warm, delicious feeling of afterglow. In several more minutes Christina could feel two hard cocks pressing into her again. She was willing for another session, but Jack and Phil realized that it was getting late. Others would be coming down here, seeing them, talking.
Reluctantly the girl staggered to her feet, feeling cum dribbling from her cunt and asshole. Phil walked her through the showers, pinching her, even driving his cock once or twice into her cunthole while the water cascaded over them both, threatening to expose her mother to public ridicule if she ever talked about what had happened.
The blonde teen said nothing, keeping her eyes modestly down, pretending to be terrified of exposure when all the time she could think of nothing else except his and Jack's fat cock. Why couldn't they invite her over tonight? Why . . .
"Okay, baby, just be on call. You and your old lady are somethin' else. You'll be hearin'
from us," Phil said, slipping on his Levi's and zipping up while coach Granger tucked in his shirt and ambled off to his office.
Christina dressed hurriedly, stopping by the office and picking up her books. She rushed from the school, feeling so free, sensitive under the tight fit of her dress. It made her nipples tense. Yes, she was alive, alive! How good it felt. A week ago she would have been embarrassed to admit to such feelings. But now . . .
All the way home she swung her hips along proudly. Her ass wiggled from side to side as she walked. Her cunt was slippery and tingled with every step she took. She felt wonderful. All those old moral tales of her mother went out the window. Well, why shouldn't they? Her mother had been busily fucking Phil before he came down to the athletic room and tapped her along with the coach. Yes, they would have to have a nice long talk about morality.
Christina giggled, thinking about how embarrassed her mother might be at first. Well, it would be a different mother/daughter relationship. Rounding the corner, she saw her home nestled back from the street. What a difference all this fucking made! She took a deep breath, threw back her shoulders and stepped up to the front porch. Life was going to be so different for her and her mother now. Images of Jack and Phil double-fucking her flashed through her mind as she turned the doorknob and stepped inside.
"Christina!" Nancy was still naked on the couch playing with herself. She snapped her legs together, doubling up, hiding her tits and cunt as best she could.
"I think we should have a talk, mother," the blonde teen said, closing the door quietly behind her.
They could play their games of mastery and S & M. She loved it.
And she knew her mother did too. She sat at the edge of the couch, feeling her lips still curled into a smile. How good life was going to be now!
