This is the story of a young girl -- she could be any young girl -- who is running away from home. It is a fantasy, yet it could easily be real, as it happens every day.
What Karen is running away from, though, as she soon finds out, is not her parents, but herself. Fresh and young, her body is ripe for sexual adventure, and even though she has been taught that permissiveness and sexual abandon are sinful and wrong, her body betrays her time and time again.
Karen's odyssey takes her first to her brother where she soon succumbs to incestuous desires, then, fleeing her shame and remorse at that act of forbidden love, she finds herself swept into the clutches of the many unscrupulous travelers who would avail themselves of the untried charms of so pretty a young girl.
As previously stated, this is a fantasy. It could, however, happen -- and indeed does on the highways and byways of this country.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
The girl was beautiful, very beautiful.
Her coppery hair hung long, flowing like molten gold down past her shoulders. Her green eyes, usually large and wide with the excitement of living, was now dulled with an inner ache, and a twinge of fear. A pale green sweater clung lovingly to her upper body, sharply outlining the delicate points of her round, firm breasts. A darker green pair of revealing and tight shorts covered her deliciously cute ass, yet did nothing to hide the warm, inviting crack between the saucy cheeks.
She passed beneath the harsh light of a street lamp, and if someone had been hiding among the bushes nearby, they would have seen the subtle rippling of her long, slender, tanned thighs and curvy calves, and then their attention would have been irresistibly drawn to the sensuous, almost languid twitching of her lovely ass.
Karen Knight was not just very beautiful, but sensuous from her very being, radiating a sexual allure that seemed to glow around her. The only thing that marred her beauty, if such were possible, was the sullen, somewhat petulant mouth. It was a stubborn mouth, but a very alluring mouth. What Karen did not know was that many men, looking upon her mouth, had experienced a hardon just because of their moistness, fullness. It was, they felt, a mouth made just to suck cock.
Karen was seventeen years old, and she was running away.
She was running from strict parents, from very watchful parents. She wanted to get as far from them as she could. She was an intelligent girl, but she was bothered by the things around her, and most especially by the things inside her, and she was troubled by her beauty. She was bothered by the burgeoning sexuality that steamed and bubbled inside her body almost constantly.
Vibrantly alive, full of boiling energy, but unable to cope with the emotional tug that swirled like a lewd mist inside her brain, she was becoming more and more troubled, tormented. She knew there was a beast within her body, a beast that paced to and fro, roaring in desire to be unchained, to be free. And, she had allowed that beast freedom only a week ago.
Karen had let it consume her and she was no longer an innocent virgin. She had tasted the pleasure of flesh, her flesh, and a boy's flesh. Karen had been fucked. At first she had been surprised by her abandoned response to the boy, surprised at the reactions of her body, mewling and whimpering as the cock throbbed inside her pussy, and the loud yelping of her voice when she came. Later, she had been horrified by it, terrified because she had enjoyed it so much, afraid of the orgasm that had swept over her like a tidal wave.
Even now, as she walked quickly and purposely along the darkened, silent streets, that strange animal paced, roaring to be free.
Karen desperately wanted to feel a long, thick cock in her hands, feel it slipping between the twitching lips of her cunt. She wanted to feel it time and time again.
Now and then, as she walked, she would glance at a lighted window in a house. It was late, almost midnight, but she didn't mind the hour. She knew where she was going, and once there, she felt she would be safe.
A man was coming toward her, leading a small dog on a leash. As she passed the man under a street lamp, Karen could not resist glancing at his crotch. When she realized where she was looking, a slight flush came over her, but behind her eyes and in her mind, she was seeing the outline of his cock, his balls, full and ready to spurt semen. The image brought to mind another cock, a cock that had removed her virginity, plunging into her until she came, making her sob and wanting more and more of it.
Karen could feel the wonderful twitch between her creamy thighs, the excitement boiling about her pussy. She knew the reason her pussy burned was the desire to be fucked again. She remembered how it had felt, hard and hot. She could almost feel the way it had gone into her, the round head that stretched her so good.
Her steps quickened as she became aware of the moistness in her panties, wanting to reach her destination before she fell to the sidewalk in spasms of desire, clawing at her bubbling pussy in furious need. She knew if the sensation became any stronger, she would not be able to stop slipping her hand into her shorts and rubbing her inflamed snatch to orgasm.
God! her mind was saying. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? What is inside me ... am I a bad girl? Am I depraved and wanton? Unable to control my needs ... control my pussy? The word pussy struck her mind with the impact of an air hammer, reminding her of other words she had read or heard. (The words tumbled through her brain:) Fuck ... suck ... cunt ... pussy ... cock ... prick ... fuck a cunt ... suck a cock ... suck a prick ... cocksucker ... cunt licker ... asshole ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Over and over they went through her mind, thrilling her, yet causing her to sob with the misery she felt.
A lighted window caught her attention and she paused, staring at it. A boy stood there, a young boy, and he was naked, stark naked.
He stood next to a bed, preparing to pull on his pajama bottoms, but now Karen was staring in wide-eyed hunger at his exposed cock, at those so lovely balls. She felt an immediate response; the racing of her already pounding heart, the clenched fist held rigidly at her side, the choking, sobbing breath, but most of all, she felt a slight, yet tingling, orgasm explode deep inside her pussy.
"No! No!" she sobbed aloud, jerking her eyes from the boy as shame flooded her cheeks. Running now, her legs flashing in the street lights, she murmured to herself: God, help me! Please ... somebody, help me!
It was a silent plea, but she wasn't sure what kind of plea she was making. She didn't know if she wanted understanding or ... to be fucked.
She ran faster. "He must be home!" she said in a soft whisper. "Please, Carl, be home!"
Chapter Two
"Hey, little sister," Carl Knight said in surprise when he found his sister standing there. "What are you doing here? And at this time of night? Oh, no matter ... you better come on in. It's kind of late for you to be out, isn't it?"
Karen, composed somewhat now, stepped into her brother's home, and stopped short. Seated on a couch before the fireplace was Stacy, her twenty-two-year-old sister-in-law. But seeing her was not what stopped her; it was how Stacy was dressed. She wore a sheer gown, almost transparent, and the pink nipples arched tightly against the gauzy material. The skirt of the gown was bunched at her waist, and Karen found herself gazing at the curling, silky bush to Stacy's cunt.
Stacy smiled as she pulled the gown down, but only far enough to hide her pussy.
"Well, Karen," Carl said, taking her hand and pulling her to a chair, "aren't you going to tell us why you're here?"
Karen carefully pressed her thighs together. "I ... I ... Carl, I ran away from home."
"Ran away from home?" he arched his eyebrows, looking closely at his young sister.
"Yes," she murmured, flushed with embarrassment from seeing her sister-in-law so exposed that way. "I ran away. Please," she said, looking up at him, her expression one of pleading, "may I stay here?" Let me stay here with you and Stacy. Don't make me go back home to them! I hate it ... I hate them!" Then she began to cry softly.
Stacy stood up, going to the sobbing girl, concern on her face now. She squatted before Karen's knees and took the girl's hand in her own. "Come now, darling," Stacy said in a gentle voice. "It can't be all that bad. They didn't beat you, did they?"
"No," Karen blubbered. "It's just that, well, you know, Carl. They never let me go out, let me have friends, even girls. And then, I ... it ... Oh, Carl, they found out!"
"Found out what, Karen?" he asked.
"Carl, I ... Oh, I'm so ashamed of ..."
He knelt at her side, caressing the soft coppery hair. He loved his sister very much, and when he had to leave home four years ago, it almost broke his heart to leave her behind. Yet, his father had threatened him with all manner of dire results if he did not leave, and for what? For fucking a hot little piece of ass in the garage. His father had told him he was no-good, rotten, in fact, a pervert and a bad influence on the small sister who looked up to him as her hero, adored him with all the love only a small sister could have for a big brother. That was long ago, when he was twenty and Karen was only thirteen. Since that time, he had not seen his sister except twice.
Once, she had skipped school to spend the day with him. That had been the last time they had been with each other, and it had been a year ago. She had been dressed in little girl clothes, things that concealed her young, rounding charms. But now, the way she was dressed, Carl was certain their parents had not bought these shorts and that tight sweater.
Stacy took Karen into the kitchen and fixed her a sandwich and a glass of milk, making sure she ate it all. Once she had ate, and calmed down somewhat, Karen told them, in halting and shameful words, how she had allowed herself to be seduced and of her parents subsequent discovery. In their rage, they had threatened to confine her to her room for six months, no movies, no nothing. She had stuck it out for three days, then ran away from home.
Carl laughed, and Stacy smiled.
"So little sister lost her cherry, huh?" he said. "Well, don't you worry about it. It was only in the way. All girls lose it at one time or other. I'm glad you made the break, honey."
Karen smiled shyly at him. This was one of the reasons she had always loved him. He was brash and often arrogant, uncaring what others thought. When he wanted to say something, he said it and to hell with those who didn't like it. He was her hero in a land of people who constantly tried to suppress her natural instincts.
She remembered him telling her, jokingly, she thought, to start masturbating because it felt so damned good. She had been horrified at the time, blushing at such a thing, but later she had laughed because he was so free and didn't care about anything except living. She had known he saw girls, doing things with them, feeling of their breasts, touching them between the legs, fucking them, and that had excited her even then. Now, she had been screwed, and he was laughing about it and congratulating her for doing it.
She looked down at the table and flushed prettily. "Oh, Carl," Stacy said. "Leave the poor girl alone. Can't you see she's exhausted? You must have walked all the way, darling?"
"I did," Karen confessed. This was so much better than listening to her parents scream at her. "I started out this afternoon, late. I don't have any money for a bus or taxi."
"Come on, you can use the extra bedroom," Stacy said, getting to her feet. Karen couldn't help but look at the straining swell of Stacy's breasts. "You must be worn out."
It had been a long, long walk, and she did not protest as her sister-in-law led her to the bedroom and pulled the blankets back. "You get a good night's sleep, baby. Carl won't go to work tomorrow; we can have a long talk about it then, okay?"
Karen nodded her head. Stacy turned off the light as she left the room, and Karen undressed and crawled between the sheets. Her hands moved down her flat stomach, over the soft hair of her pussy, then she slowly began to rub herself.
The next thing she knew, the sunlight was streaming into the room. She opened her eyes drowsily and smiled. Yawning widely, she stretched her slender body languidly, then threw the blankets off. She slipped her feet to the floor. For just an instant, she bothered by her sensual thoughts as she looked down at her swelling breasts. Someone had laid out a robe for her She lifted it, debating whether to dress or not, then shrugged. Slipping the robe on she decided there wasn't any need for panties and bra. Besides, her panties were sticky and would be uncomfortable.
Smiling, feeling happy to be here, she went into the hallway, starting toward the kitchen. But she heard singing that seemed to be coming from her brother's bedroom. She noticed the door was open, and peered into the room. Her eyes went wide. There was her brother, standing near the rumpled bed, and he was naked.
He was toweling himself, and his hair was still wet from the shower. Karen knew she should move on, but her feet seemed frozen to the floor. She could not take her eyes off his cock. She stared in fascination as he continued to dry himself, then he turned his muscled ass toward her. She saw the reddish hair that grew at the base of his spine, then disappeared into the crack of his ass. She felt her body react. Her cunt twitched, the lips swelling. Carl turned so that he was standing sideways to her, finished drying himself, and tossed the towel to the floor. He took hold of his cock and waggled it. "You bastard," she heard him say. "You sure got your fucking last night, didn't you?"
A lurch of pleasure shook Karen's body, her eyes wide as she watched him handle his gorgeous cock. It began to swell and become hard. Now it stood straight out from his hairy balls, and it looked enormous to her.
I can't stand here this way, she told herself. It isn't right for me to see him this way. Isn't right to see his big cock. Oh, it's so big ... really huge! And, oh yes, so beautiful! Karen flinched as though struck by a powerful blow as a sudden thought seared her brain. Why ... why, I want it! I want his cock! I want my brother, my own brother, to fuck me! I want his cock up my cunt. I want him to fuck me, fuck me with that beautiful prick of his!
The thought of screwing him shocked her so much, she found mobility in her legs. She began to back away, but she had not been fast enough.
Carl turned and saw her, saw her fist pressing into her pussy.
A broad grin swept over his face, and he shook his cock at her shamelessly. Karen gasped, choking on her breath as he began to move toward her.
"No ... no ..." she whimpered, but her voice was so soft Carl did not hear her. With her eyes gazing in open hunger at his cock, Karen brought a hand up, pressing the back of it against her mouth, forgetting that she still cupped her cunt with the other. She backed slowly, her eyes never leaving his cock.
"Well, little sister," Carl said in a thickening voice, "spying on me, huh? Well, what do you think about it now that you've seen it? Wouldn't you love to have this in you? I can promise it will give you a lot more fun than your fingers."
"Please ... please ..." she sobbed, watching him come closer, his hand now pumping slowly on his cock. She felt her back press against the wall, her movement halted. Carl reached for her, his fingers curling and close to one swollen breast.
"Please what?" he said gently. "Please fuck me, or please let me suck on it? Don't be bashful, Karen. You aren't home now, you know. You don't have to be afraid. Tell me, which do you want? Fucked or," he paused. "You do know how to suck a cock, don't you?"
"No, please, Carl ..." Karen whimpered as his hand moved forward. He cupped her right breast, squeezing it softly, feeling her rigid nipple burn against his palm. "We mustn't. Stacy will ... she'll ..."
"Fuck Stacy," Carl grinned, his eyes seeing the passion and need on her lovely face. "Stacy went out, and I have this nice hardon. And you've been spying on me, looking at my cock. Don't deny it; you want it. I can see that. You want to be fucked by my cock, don't you?"
Karen couldn't reply because his fingers tightened on her breast. She cringed into the wall, looking around like a frightened animal, but there was no escape. She didn't want to escape. She knew that now, and her hand pressed harder into her pussy. She could feel that beast inside her, raging now.
She stood, looking mesmerized, as he pulled the robe from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, and she stood there as naked as he was. Carl's eyes swept over the exquisite beauty of his sister. He saw her naked breasts, hard nipples, and below, the soft, curling hair of her cunt. Karen was trapped; trapped by her emotions, her sexuality that was impossible to control. She was helpless in her fight against him, against herself. They were both naked, and he had an enormous cock that was now brushing against her trembling stomach.
Carl pulled her against his naked chest, crushing her swollen, sensitive nipples at his flesh, and his lips came down to hers. Karen shivered as his tongue darted into her mouth, and she felt it licking there. She moaned her defenseless passion and began to suck furiously at his tongue, holding his head down with both hands now. She felt her brother's hands exploring the hills and valleys of her curvy body, running over her flaring ass, cupping the cheeks in his palms. His hard cock throbbed against her, searing her flesh and she could no longer contain her steaming emotions.
Her hands moved from his head, going between their bodies and downward. She found his cock and her fingers wrapped eagerly about it, and she began to pump to and fro. Her other hand cradled his hairy balls. She was shaking and mewling and sucking on his tongue, her flesh alive and sensitive to his hands.
"Do you want it, Karen," Carl whispered, breaking his lips and tongue from her mouth. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" She murmured throatily, her hand jerking swiftly on his throbbing prick. "Please, Carl, please, do it to me! Oh, dear God! I know we shouldn't, but I can't help myself! I want it. I want to be fucked! Yes, fucked so very much, and by you! Hurry, Carl ... fuck me!"
Now that she had said it, they tumbled to the floor in the hallway, both almost overcome by this thing, their hands fumbling at flesh, feeling, searching, find the sensitive secrets of each other's body. Fingers probed and stroked, sending ripples of pleasure through them. Karen parted her slim thighs, revealing the coppery-haired pussy to him. Carl ran his hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt for just a moment, then slipping a finger into the wet heat of her. Karen mewled excitedly as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her clutching pussy. Like a purring kitten, she moved, her naked hips rocking up and down. Her mouth murmured passionately as she kissed and nibbled at his flesh, her wet tongue flicking out to taste his body. Her hands caressed his hard cock, then she pulled it between her squirming thighs, brushing the swollen head up and down her pussy lips.
"Now, Carl, nowww!" she cried out, her ass bucking up to make it easier for him.
Her legs came up from the floor, bent at the knees, and she lifted her crotch unashamedly to his prick, feeling the head rub at her swollen clitoris. A shudder of desire shook her slender body. She felt the pressure of his cock against the tightness of her moist pussy. He pressed, grunted, forcing his cock into her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Karen yelped with a momentary stab of pain as his prick slipped deeper into her. Soon, his cock was fully into her clutching cunt, and he was pumping up and down. He plunged the full length into her as she writhed, tossing her curvy ass up and down, blubbering now with passion. She slammed her cunt against him, her sharp nails scratching the cheeks of his ass as he thrust in and out of her. She felt his hands go to her rocking ass, clutching a cheek in each palm tightly.
"Ooooo ... Ohhhhh, so good! Delicious!" she yelped, her heels banging against his driving ass now. Her hips went into a furious revolving motion, gyrating instinctively like a spinning top as his cock stabbed, plunged, filling her.
Karen began to babble insanely, hearing the words pour from her mouth, but no longer caring. "Fuck ... fuck me, Carl! Fuck me HARD! Ohhh, it's so wonderful! So big, so very big! Oh, God, it fills my pussy, stretches it! Ahhh ... my cunt feels like you're ripping it apart, and I love it!"
Karen's ass bucked and rocked in a frenzy. Her pussy became overheated, driving her almost out of her mind with the powerful intensity that crawled into every nerve of her being. She became mindless, a blubbering infant in the grasp of passion and she was willing, eager, to give her brother as much pleasure as he gave her.
Spasms clutched her, centered at her burning cunt, and Karen was convulsed in a series of orgasms. Her defenses had been removed by the sight of his cock, and she wanted to be abused, to be brutally and violently fucked by him. She was sobbing with tears of joy, her body whipping about like a demented animal as her orgasms grew more powerful.
Carl lifted his hips, then plunged down into her hungry pussy hard, not caring if he bruised her tender flesh or not. And neither did Karen, because she spread her thighs as wide as she could, giving him greater access to her cunt as she arched against him, thrilling to the thrusting of his cock, thrilling with more pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible.
"NOWWW!" Carl shouted, his body going tense, his cock buried all the way inside her clutching pussy. "Now, Karen! I'm coming! I'm coming -- NOW?"
"Yes, yes, YES!" Karen squealed in delight. "Ohhh, come in me, Carl! Make me feel your cock spurt into my pussy! Cock, cunt, fuck, come ... come in me!" Her last words were screamed out as she strained her crotch against him.
She felt his prick jerk, then became aware that he was spewing semen into her cunt. She felt it splash inside her body. She squealed in childish delight, clasping his ass tightly in her hands. She rocked and shook her naked ass. Her eyes, wide open, were unseeing, filmed over with her runaway passion. She tingled all over. The hallway spun wildly as she exploded in her final orgasm.
Carl pulled his cock from her pulsating cunt, collapsing at his sister's side. He watched her swollen breasts with the tiny, strawberry nipples as she breathed, her lips slack. She lay beside him, sprawled in an obscene posture with legs wide, hair-lined pussy blatantly revealed. He reached out, caressing one up-tilted breast.
"No! Don't ..." Karen protested, almost screaming as sudden remorse came over her.
Now that her body had been temporarily sated, she felt guilt pile up inside her, and she became ashamed of what she had allowed Carl to do. Oh God! she thought, throwing one arm over her eyes in a gesture of shame. My brother, my own brother yet! What a horrible thing to do! What kind of girl am I? To let my own brother do it to me! I helped him do it to me! Everyone must be right. I'm just no good ... a fucking whore! A dirty little cunt that can't stop even my brother! I'm such a hot-assed cunt, I can't get enough cock!"
Quickly, she jumped to her feet, her face burning with shame now. She tried to conceal her nakedness from his puzzled eyes with both hands as she fled to the dubious protection of her room. She flung herself onto the bed, pressing her face into the pillow as tears rolled from her eyes.
Chapter Three
Realizing how his sister felt, Carl showered for the second time that day, then dressed. He knocked at her door, and when she failed to answer, he said: "Baby, I'm going out for a while. Stacy should be home soon, so you won't be alone."
Hearing his voice sent Karen into a momentary panic. She jumped from the bed and began to struggle into her sweater and shorts, the only clothing she had. She had no plan of action, she only knew she couldn't possibly stay here, not now. Not after what she had done. No, she thought, I don't blame my brother. It wasn't his fault. He was aroused and very hard, down there. He had to find himself relief, didn't he? And there I was, ready to give him what he needed. I could have stopped him, but no, I was like a bitch in heat, like some disgusting, filthy animal! I've got to do something! I can't go on being tormented this way. I've got to find some way to stop this insanity, stop my abnormal pussy from causing all this trouble.
Karen glanced at the soiled panties, deciding to leave them. She pulled the zipper of her shorts up and ran her fingers through her shimmering hair. Then she walked to the living room. She wished now she had asked her brother for some money, but wouldn't that make her sound even more of a whore than she already was? As it was, she had no place to go, and even if she had, she had no money to get there. She sat down on the couch and pondered her situation ...
I can go to the East Coast. I can get clear out of the country, even. Maybe South America, the Orient, any place but here! Go where no one will recognize me, and be fucked by strange men until all this is over. One thing for sure, I can't stay here another minute. I have to hide my shame, my body, and try to find some way to control this sex thing, this constant hunger to be fucked ... Sitting there in misery, she heard the door open and glanced up with fear, thinking her brother had returned. Stacy entered the room, her arms filled with packages. She smiled uncertainly at Stacy, wondering if her guilt was evident on her face.
"Hi, beautiful," Stacy said cheerfully, grinning. "Where did that brother of yours take off to?"
"I don't know," Karen replied, trying to control the quiver of shame and fear in her voice. "He didn't say."
"It doesn't matter," Stacy said, dropping the boxes and sacks on the couch near Karen. "Guess what, darling? I've been shopping. I've bought you some beautiful things."
"You certainly can't keep wearing those shorts day after day, can you? Not if you're going to stay with us. You have to have pretty clothes, don't you?" Stacy smiled down at Karen's confused expression. "You didn't bring anything with you that I noticed."
And Karen began to cry, covering her face with her hands. Stacy dropped to her knees before the sobbing girl, reaching out to comfort her. "There isn't any reason to feel bad, darling. After all, most girls lose their virginity about your age, and some even younger. Why, I lost my cherry when I was twelve, and it sure didn't bother me any. In a few days you won't even know the difference."
Stacy didn't understand, and hearing her only made Karen more miserable, and her sobs became stronger. Her sister-in-law was so kind to her, so good, and how had she repaid this kindness? Stacy is so good, Karen thought. She's wonderful, a real nice sister-in-law, and me, how do I repay her? By fucking her husband, that's how! By fucking him as soon as she turns her back. I'm a vile, disgusting thing!
"Here, dry those eyes and let's try some of these gorgeous things on," Stacy said, brushing at the flowing eyes with gentle fingers. "I had to guess at the size, but I think I did pretty good."
She took Karen's hand and pulled her to her feet, then led the now docile girl to her bedroom. Guiltily, Karen looked down at the floor where she had sprawled with her brother, and was startled to see a stain there. She allowed Stacy to take her to the bedroom, then watched in silence as the raven-haired woman dumped the packages on the rumpled bed. Skirts and blouses, dresses and bras and panties spilled out in a heap.
"Look at this," Stacy said, holding up a tiny, skimpy bikini, giggling like a small girl. "I just had to buy this for you, Karen. It's so cute, and I know you'll look absolutely stunning in it."
Despite her feelings of guilt, Karen began to hold up the pretty clothing, examining each article and exclaiming over them. They were unlike any she had ever owned, for these clothes were designed to hug and mold the body, and her parents would never have allowed such things inside their home. Within a few minutes, she was bubbling with excitement, her actions of an hour ago momentarily forgotten. She talked about clothing with Stacy, hurriedly trying on each article. All was perfect fit on her slim body, and she twirled about the room gaily, feeling ever so much better.
"You know," Stacy said, "it's getting hot as hell outside. What say we both get into our bikinis and grab some of that sun in the back yard, baby?"
Karen nodded her head eagerly, her fingers already pulling at the zipper of her new dress. Nakedly, she held the bikini up to her body, giggling at how much it would reveal. Tying the small halter over her thrusting breasts, she slipped the bottoms on and tied the drawstrings at each side. She looked in the mirror, and blushed. The scanty garment hardly concealed a curve, hugging the valleys of her body. On the contrary, it revealed more than ever her lush body, and her vibrant teenage body appeared sensuously seductive and quite delectable.
Karen could see the white of her skin where the halter failed to cover her swelling breasts, and when she turned, she saw the under swells of her succulent ass peeking enticingly from the bikini bottoms. Her long, shapely legs were close together, her knees touching. Somewhere, she had read about some showman who hired chorus girls only if they could hold a quarter between their calves. She knew that she could have gotten that job hands down. It's naughty, Karen thought, shivering. But it's a delicious naughtiness. Oh, it's exquisite! It makes me feel so ... so naked! Everything I have shows ...
The material of the bikini was chosen and designed to do exactly what it was doing on Karen. Giggling at her nerve about wearing such a garment, she raced from the room and, not finding Stacy, she went out into the back yard, first peering through the drapes to make sure there wasn't anyone with her. The sun was high overhead and warmed her immediately. She spotted a straw mat near the center of the lawn and chose to use it. She was stretched out and feeling at ease for the first time in days, her thoughts not bothering her now. Almost dozing, she heard the door bang as Stacy came out. Karen was aware of Stacy as she sat down next to her, but it was a closeness that invited the confidence of another female, something Karen had never known before.
"Want some tanning oil, baby?" Stacy asked.
"Ummm ..."
"Yeah, I know," Stacy replied softly. "The sun is wonderful, isn't it? Hey, you've got some terribly white spots on that luscious skin of yours, girl. We have to do something about that. Can't have you burning in patches, can we?"
"Mmmm ..." Karen murmured lazily, as the sun beat down on her. She felt the soft hand rubbing oil into her back, then along her thighs. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell. She could feel the dull ache of pleasure building up inside her body, but refused to allow it to take control of her.
"Sorry?" she heard Stacy say.
"Ummm, sorry? About what?" Karen asked, her mind blank as the hands smeared more oil on her flesh.
"Oh, I suppose you aren't, really," Stacy said.
"Oh, that. No, I'm not sorry," Karen said, feeling she could be honest with Stacy. It was strange because Karen had met her only once before, and that had been right after Carl married her. Yet, there was something about Stacy, something that invited friendship, and Karen desperately needed someone to confide in, some person who would understand her more than anything else right now. And who could understand better than another woman?
"Tell me, baby; did you enjoy it?"
Her head cradled in the crook of her arm, Karen was facing away from Stacy. She thought for a moment, then spoke, "Yes, I did. To be honest with myself. I did like it, very much so."
A low, throaty chuckle came from Stacy. "I thought so. Most of us girls enjoy it, but some of us don't, or won't admit it. I mean, letting a boy slip it to us. I remember my first time. I hurt like hell and I was sure the bastard was going to split me in two. Leave it to me to pick out some boy with the biggest damned cock in four counties for my first time.
Karen wasn't shocked to hear this. No, she was excited to hear Stacy use the word cock so openly. She writhed deliciously on the mat, and she wasn't surprised to feel her pussy twitching. By now, she was growing accustomed to the sensation, and it was so nice to be here, lying in the sun and talking to another girl about cocks and getting fucked. She was comfortable and lazy and relaxed.
She didn't know when Stacy left her, and she didn't know when she returned, not until a cool, frosted glass was pressed into her hand. Karen rolled over and sat up, her half-naked breasts jiggling slightly. Stacy said, "Take it easy with this. It's some powerful mountain dew."
"You mean there's whiskey in this?" Karen asked. "I've never had whiskey before." She sniffed at the contents. "Mmmm, sure smells good, though."
"I've put a bit of ginger ale in it," Stacy smiled and sipped at her glass. "Gives it a bit of Olympian taste. You know, nectar of the gods and that sort of shit."
More and more, Karen was becoming aware that her sister-in-law was a very liberated woman. She shivered, wondering if she would ever become like her. Lifting her glass, she took a hesitant sip, then made a face. She took a larger sip. "Mmm, it is good."
Stacy smiled. "Tell me, baby, did you bleed much when it happened?"
Karen flushed, looking in shyness at the lovely woman over the rim of her glass. "Hardly at all."
"And it was your first time, huh?"
"Yes, I didn't ..."
"Oh, you don't have to tell everything, darling," Stacy grinned. "After all, a girl must have some secrets. That's what makes her a woman, all these mysterious secrets the men don't know about."
Karen crinkled her nose at Stacy, then drank the contents of her glass, feeling it warm her stomach, creating a nice glow that she found very pleasant. Perspiration was forming on her body. She looked at Stacy, seeing the almost nakedness. Stacy wore a small bikini similar to the one she wore, with strings at the hips and her larger breasts spilling out of the small top. Her legs were fuller, too. Dropping her eyes downward, Karen could see a few strands of curling black hairs around the indentation of the bikini bottom, remembering the view of Stacy's pussy she had the night she arrived.
"Like another?" Stacy asked, taking the empty glass from Karen. Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and started for the house. Karen watched her go, realizing how beautiful Stacy was. She looked at the swelling, rolling ass, heart-shaped and smooth, twisting like playful puppies beneath the thinness of the bikini. Karen felt her brother should be very proud of Stacy. Vaguely, she imagined Stacy and Carl naked together, fucking and feeling. She thought her sister would be a perfect candidate for a center fold of a man's magazine.
Stacy returned with fresh drinks. She sat down next to Karen, crossing her legs. The younger girl, with the thoughts of Carl fucking Stacy, could not resist a glance between the smooth thighs, at the tight crotch band, seeing how tightly it cupped her cunt. Again she flushed. She had noticed the dark hairs peeking from the band again, and she thought how soft and inviting it looked, how enticing the close thighs were to that pussy, almost as if pleading to be caressed.
Does Carl love the feel of her skin? Karen wondered. Does he touch her there, near her pussy? Does Stacy like being touched there? Oh, Golly, does my brother, kiss her, there? Do they kiss each other close to their cocks and cunt? Oh, that would feel so good, being kissed there!
Karen fought off the thoughts and drank from her glass, tasting the strong drink. Then she tilted her head and drained it. She felt a bit dizzy, but it was such a pleasant feeling. Her toes seemed to be tingling as she stretched out again on the mat. She crushed her breasts down onto the straw and let the thoughts run rampant, not at all confused by them now, and was surprised to find she actually enjoyed the sensuality that had enveloped her. Almost without thinking, she writhed her curving ass in a sexy way, sighing heavily.
Karen felt oil being poured onto the small of her back, then a soft hand began rubbing it into her flawless flesh, making tiny circles until she shivered with sexual delight. The hand went found and round, then up to the strap of her halter, over her creamy shoulders, and down her back again. Karen quivered as the hand rubbed the oil lower and lower ... to the small of her back and over the sweet swell of her ass where the waist band of her bikini was located. Next came her slender thighs and curving calves. When Stacy's light, feathery fingers fluttered over the backs of her thighs again, working between them this time, Karen sighed once more, a long, drawn-out sigh. Involuntarily, her thighs opened to give those fingers more freedom.
But the fingers went up her back again as a low whisper came to her. "Let's untie this halter, honey."
Karen didn't protest as the halter fell free. She was so relaxed from the sun and drinks, she was hardly aware of the straps falling, and of the hand working at her back, heading once again to her ass cheeks. The hands felt like butterfly wings. She knew what was happening, but her mind refused to let it register. When the bottom of her bikini was lifted and pulled down her thighs, it was too late for understanding.
Warm hands squeezed at her now exposed ass, sending tiny sparks of excitement and anticipation rippling throughout her somnolent body. If Karen had been more alert, she would have known she was now naked in the back yard of the house, with her sister-in-law fondling her rising and compact ass.
But Karen was not alert, at least she wasn't to the possible outcome of what was happening. She was alert, however, to the warm and delightful sensations going through her, and they felt far too good to stop. Again she sighed softly as the fingers squeezed the resilient flesh of her ass, and she enjoyed the feeling. Again, of their own volition, her ass squirmed and writhed.
"So beautiful," Stacy crooned huskily, no longer subtle in what she was doing. "So very, very beautiful ... and smooth. Baby, you are absolutely delicious! I love the soft texture of your flesh, your back, your wonderful, sexy thighs. And this bottom, this delightful, swelling, sweet ass."
The words registered only passion in Karen. She squirmed her ass up into the cupping, squeezing palms, rotating them slightly as the heat began making small, stabbing pleasure at her revealed cunt. She felt the fingers touching, feeling, fondling, exploring. Then they were pulling her ass cheeks apart, only to squeeze them together again. Now the hands moved over her upper thighs, gripping, spreading them wider and Karen knew she was lost, helpless to resist what was happening.
"Boys are so damned lucky," Stacy's voice came, husky with passion. "I bet there are many who would love to feel you up this way, honey. You're going to be a real heart-breaker when you get older. You're some ball-buster right now."
Karen heard the words, and felt a tremble of excitement flow through her. The hands continued pulling at her thighs, and Karen didn't resist. In fact, she helped, opening her legs widely until she could feel the heat of the sun drench her pulsating pussy. Again she rocked her ass, pressing the bulge of her cunt into the mat, only to lift her hips and make tiny gyrations against the palms of Stacy's hands. She felt the hands leave her body momentarily, listening to the rustling sounds. Then the hands were again on her swelling ass. She felt the fingers trace up and down the warm crack, moving down, lower, between the cheeks of her ass, and Karen shivered as the finger probed lightly about the outer edges of her moist, twitching pussy.
The hands became urgent now, pulling at her, turning her until Karen was on her back, her slim arm covering her eyes from the sun. Stacy's breath sucked in as she stared at the naked beauty of the teenage girl, at the swelling, tilting breasts, the erect nipples, the small waist, the curling hairs that surrounded the pouting lips of the sweet, young cunt. Karen's thighs opened, and her small, delectable clitoris peeked from the moist folds.
Stacy's hands moved over the rounded curves of Karen's breasts, cupping and feeling. A thumb brushed an erect, rubbery nipple, and Karen felt a sweet tremor ripple through her. A soft hand moved down her now shivering stomach, stopped momentarily at the top curls of her pussy. The hand on her breasts squeezed slightly, and Karen's thighs widened even more.
A slight choking sound bubbled from Stacy as she sucked in air, overwhelmed by the beauty of Karen. She gazed at the hair lined cunt, watching the small spasms of the lips. Her hand was now shaking as she traced a path about the shimmering hair, moving along the soft, inner thighs, up near the cunt. She ran her fingers along each swollen pussy lip.
Karen's body was aware of it all, but her mind was still unable to tune it in. She felt the hand squeezing her sensitive breast, moving from one to the other, felt the touches between her thighs, felt them stroking the moist lips of her pussy. Then the fingers were on her hardened clitoris, fluttering to and fro. The hand on her breast cupped, and she felt the warm, wet tongue of Stacy tracing one nipple. Warm breath fanned her flesh, and the finger between her thighs was probing, stroking, rubbing her. Karen was now writhing in mindless passion, letting the sensations take control of her.
Now the mouth was sucking her nipple, the tongue licking. Karen gave herself to it, and almost cried aloud when the tongue swirled over the upthrust of her breasts. Warm lips closed about an excited nipple, sucking hard. Karen groaned, arched her back to shove more of her breast into that mouth.
The finger left her clitoris, and the hand cupped her pouting cunt for a moment, then she felt a finger slip into the hotness of her pussy, going deep, sliding further and further, and Karen hunched her cunt into the air to meet it. The finger began to plunge in and out of her clinging cunt now, fucking her like a small cock, and Karen's emotions soared with erotic excitement.
She could no longer contain her silence, and she began to murmur as she writhed beneath the mouth at her breast and the now rapidly thrusting finger. The lips sucked, the finger thrusted. Then the lips were gone from her breast, kissing and nibbling down her stomach. The finger never ceased the thrusting, but moved fluidly in and out of her cunt. Karen was in a dream world, a dream world where sex was the best, where pleasure was the end of all things. She wanted those intense sensations to continue, to grow, to swell and burst.
"Beautiful, so very beautiful," Stacy whispered as her lips and tongue swirled about the lower stomach of Karen. "Such a lovely body," she whispered as the soft curls of the pussy brushed her cheek. "Firm tits, silk pussy hair, smooth skin. Such a moist, delicious little pussy. A cunt is the most exciting thing on this earth, baby, except maybe a hard cock."
Stacy lifted her face an inch or so, gazing at the pink pussy. Quickly, she traced the tip of her tongue through the hairs, almost touching the stiff clitoris. Her words came softly to Karen. "You have a lovely cunt, Karen. Such a pretty little pussy ... and I'm going to give it a nice kiss. I'm going to kiss your sweet pussy. I'm going to put my mouth on it, kiss it, lick it, taste it with my tongue and lips, darling. I'm going to tongue your pretty cunt and make it come, come right against my tongue and mouth so I can taste the sweetness of it."
Karen moaned, thrusting her hips into the air. "Ooohhh, nice, so nice ..."
"You're hot, baby, so very hot and so very beautiful. You have such a pretty pussy. Your cunt hair is soft and golden, a lovely frame for such a delicious little cunt."
"Mmmmm," Karen whimpered, writhing, feeling the hot breath of Stacy near her pussy.
"Yes, darling," Stacy continued to whisper. "I'm going to kiss that pretty cunt and stick my tongue into it and suck it and fuck it and make you come with my mouth, with my tongue. I'm going to tongue fuck you, baby."
All the words invaded Karen's mind, flooded her and thrilled her, and she arched her cunt high in to the air, drawing her feet back and spreading her knees wide. She felt the finger pull from her pussy, and then it was replaced by the soft lips and swirling tongue of Stacy.
Stacy breathed in the exotic sweetness of Karen's cunt, kissing the puffy lips as if they were a man's lips, crooning to the cunt as her tongue and lips moved about it. She parted the wet lips of Karen's pussy with her hands and smiled at the exposed clitoris. She kissed the clitoris, then placed her lips directly onto Karen's pussy as though it were some eager mouth and kissed it hard. Slithering her tongue out, she probed the tip of it into the pussy, licking. She licked from the curving cheek of Karen's ass, up the twitching cunt lips and over the clitoris. Again she pulled her face away and smiled.
Her tongue darted out once again, licking first one cunt lip, then the other. She ran her tongue into the cunt and flicked it back and forth. Karen whimpered and arched her pussy tightly into the face of her sister-in-law.
Stacy opened her mouth wide, sucking in the full area of Karen's cunt, her tongue licking furiously as she created a deep, powerful suction. Her hands gripped the twisting ass cheeks and she sucked and licked.
"No! No!" Karen suddenly cried out, jacking her legs and kicking them out. She barely missed kicking Stacy in the face. She sat up, her face flaming with shame as the impact of what was happening came to her. She looked about, trying to find her bikini. Tears flowed down her cheeks, tears of humiliation. How could I? she asked herself. How could I do this? How could I just lie here and let this happen? Oh, it's so terrible ... so horrible ...
"But, darling, I thought ..." Stacy started to say, surprise on her face.
Karen now saw that Stacy had removed her bikini. Stacy's large breasts arched out with hard nipples, and she had sprawled back in surprise when Karen had kicked out, and she now sat with her legs wide, raven-haired cunt fully revealed.
"What ... What are you doing to me? Why me? What's wrong with everyone all of a sudden?" Karen cried. She could not tie the halter over her breasts, nor the bottom of her bikini, because her fingers were shaking so badly.
Her whole body was flushed pinkly as the shame filled her, and she jerked her eyes from the body of her sister-in-law. She knew it would be embarrassing to run nakedly to the house, but she had no alternative. Quickly, she scrambled to her feet, whirled and ran, her long, slim thighs flashing in the sun.
Stacy watched the flashing thighs and bouncing ass, the beautiful sight was gone. Stacy sighed, then picked up her bikini and followed Karen into the house.
Chapter Four
Karen had no idea of the time, nor how long she had lain across the bed, crying.
She couldn't understand the things that had been happening to her. First it was the boy, the one who had fucked her first. Then it had been her brother, her brother's cock she had eagerly accepted .into her boiling cunt. And then it was his wife, of all people!
Stacy, the ever so lovely woman, and Karen had almost let her do things to her. Is it really me? she questioned herself, or is it something else? Does it show on my body, my face? Does this wicked desire show? If it does, how can I hide it? Oh, God, I'm so bad. And I'm getting worse every day. I let a boy fuck me, really fuck me. Oh, that word! I ran from home, and became an eager partner for my brother! And I almost let my sister-in-law do something with me! Why did I react that way when she touched me? What's wrong with me? Oh, I liked it, loved it, when she touched me! Am I a lesbian and don't know it? Am I a girl that wants it both ways? How can I tell? What do I want ... cock or pussy? I've got to be sure, find out someway ...
Karen pulled herself from the bed, moved to the dresser and sat down, peering at her reflection and trying to find some telltale evidence of what was going on inside her. She was still naked, and she continued to peer at herself for a long time. There was nothing she could see that made people men and women -- want to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
It had become dark now and she flipped on the light, still trying to see what it was about her that made people want her sexually.
She heard the soft knock and fear constricted her throat, her heart racing. She turned, staring at the door as if it would burst open and the world would come tumbling in to see her shame, with hands outstretched to feel her breasts, her steaming pussy, her curvy ass. Automatically, Karen's arms covered her breasts and her knees clamped shut in a protective gesture.
"Who ... who is it?"
"Carl," came her brother's voice. "Listen, baby, you can't hide in that room forever, you know. You better come on out and get some food in that pretty body of yours."
The word food made Karen realize she was hungry. Her stomach had nothing in it all day except the drinks out back. She felt a growl deep in her body and decided quickly. She would dress, then eat, and borrow some money from her brother, and then ...
Choosing a pair of the lacy white panties Stacy had bought, she stepped into them. Next came a bra, then she pulled on a yellow cotton skirt that clung to her slim thighs, and a white blouse. Her old shoes would have to do, but she would take her sweater with her just in case it turned cool.
She nervously stepped into the hall way and walked down it. Her brother sat in the living room, watching something on television, sipping at a cold beer.
He didn't turn to look at her, but said, "Stacy set out some food in the kitchen for you, honey."
Dreading the fact that she would have to come face-to-face with Stacy, Karen went into the kitchen. Stacy turned and smiled at her, and Karen saw she was pretending nothing at all had happened between them. Relief swept over her, and she smiled a bit nervously as she sat down at the table.
Stacy placed a small steak and a dish of fries before her, then sat across from Karen. Karen was surprised how hungry she was. After she ate, she got to her feet and Stacy followed her into the living room, sitting beside Carl and waving Karen to a chair across from them. Karen sat, her knees exposed but tight together. For the first time she saw that her brother was not dressed, but wearing a robe as though he were ready for bed.
"I think you're making a big mistake," Carl said. "Oh, you don't have to say anything; I know you want to leave and need money."
Karen looked at him, her lips forming a small oval. "How did you ..."
"How did I know?" He interrupted, turning to smile at her. "It's obvious, honey. Ever since you came in last night, you've kept to yourself ... and had your door locked today."
Karen lowered her eyes shyly. She couldn't tell him about this afternoon, and of course, she could say nothing about this morning. She was too ashamed of it. She did not want to bring harm to either of them; they had been wonderful to her.
"... and I believe that's what's wrong with you, honey," she heard his voice.
What was that he had said? Karen had missed the first part.
"You've got to learn how to handle those hangups, Karen," Carl went on. "If you don't, I'm afraid you'll have a very miserable life, no matter where you go or who you meet, or what you do."
"I ... I can't help it," she mumbled, not looking up, twisting her hands nervously in her lap. Did they know? Of course they knew; didn't Carl fuck me this morning, didn't Stacy try to ...
"I'll tell you what, honey," Carl said, pulling something from the pocket of his robe. "It's late now, you spend the night here, and tomorrow, if you still want, I'll let you have some money. You can go do what you want, but why don't you sleep here tonight and think about it a bit more?"
That's strange, Karen thought. I didn't know Carl rolled his own cigarettes. It smells different, too, kind of sweetish. She watched Stacy take the small packet and roll herself a smoke, inhaling deeply as Carl had done.
"Want one, honey?" Carl offered.
Karen knew now this was not tobacco, and when it dawned on her what it was, her eyes went wide. "Carl, that's ... that's marijuana!"
"Sure is, honey, the best money can buy," Stacy answered. "Try some; it will relax you and things will look ever so much better."
"Oh no! Not me, and you shouldn't be using it, either," Karen said, horrified. "Put it away, throw it away ... anything. But don't smoke it!"
"Don't be an asshole," Carl said smoothly, a trace of disgust in his voice. "Grass never hurt anyone."
"Here," Stacy held the glowing cigarette out to Karen. "Take a puff, then tell me it's not any good. Go on ... it won't hurt you."
"No! Please, put it away!"
"Leave her alone, Stacy," Carl mumbled. "What the hell, if she wants to stay dumb, that's her business. She's like the others, once she decides, and you can't change her at all."
Karen couldn't understand his choice of words. He had never spoken so bluntly to her before, now he was criticizing her almost bitterly. She didn't want that. She loved him, even if he did screw her this morning. That didn't change the way she felt about him, because it had been her fault, not his. She should not have stood there looking at him.
I'm leaving in the morning, she thought, not realizing she had agreed with him. I can't leave on a bitter ending. Besides, one small puff certainly won't harm me. Will it make me go out of my mind? No, that's silly. Carl wouldn't ask me to do anything that would hurt me ...
Hesitantly, she reached out and accepted the cigarette from Stacy. She pulled it to her nose and sniffed. It didn't smell bad at all. A little sweeter, but not bad at all. She placed it to her lips, then sucked smoke. Immediately she began to cough, tears in her eyes.
Stacy and Carl laughed. "Go easy at first, honey," Stacy said. "Take it easy; just a little smoke in your mouth, then inhale. That's it ... slow and easy."
Karen did as she said, and once the butt was gone, she willingly accepted another. She felt peaceful again. She wasn't sure if it was the grass or if it was the way Carl and Stacy were treating her. They didn't act as if anything had happened during the day, and she felt herself warming to them. She hated to leave them, but felt it was necessary.
Suddenly Karen giggled childishly, wondering why. Then she understood what was so funny. She was looking between the spread thighs of Stacy, and she could see the furry cunt there, all that black hair swirling about Stacy's pussy. For some reason, it made her giggle. She didn't wonder why Stacy was sitting there with her knees wide apart, the cheeks of her curvy ass at the very edge of the cushions. It didn't seem out of place at all. In fact, it seemed natural. Karen pulled her eyes from Stacy's cunt and glanced at her brother, trying to stifle another sudden burst of giggles.
Unable to control her laughter, she pointed a finger at Carl. "What a big cock you have, brother dear. And you gave it to me, gave me all of it," and she burst into giggles once more.
She covered her mouth with one hand as the words tumbled out, but Carl was smiling at her, watching her rock back and forth in the chair with uncontrolled giggles. He knew his cock was exposed, and standing hard, because he had pulled the robe away deliberately. He was pleased with the effect the grass was having on his sister, and he was even more pleased by her response to seeing his cock.
"Don't you think it's getting a little hot in here?" he said to Stacy.
"Yes, it is," she replied. "I think I'll take off these sticky clothes."
Karen clapped her hands childishly. "Me too ... me too!" she squealed, leaping to her feet and slipping the white blouse and skirt from her body with abandonment. "I bet I can get naked before you do!"
Her hands flew to the bra, arching her breasts out. The bra fell, and then she shoved her panties down, kicking them off. She stood naked, posturing and giggling, clapping her hands. Stacy was just removing her bra, smiling at Karen. She had deliberately taken her time, wanting Karen to win this childish contest. Now, both girls were naked, standing before Carl, who smiled his appreciation. Karen looked at him, then pouted cutely.
"That's no fair, Carl," she said. "Shame on you. You can see us, but we can't see you. Why are you still dressed?"
"Not for long," he said, staring at them. He then stood up and his robe fell away. Karen stared with unashamed hunger at his throbbingly hard cock. She felt the exciting twitch of her pussy again, and her heart picked up its pace. She also felt a weakness of intense desire fill her.
She stood there, proud in her naked beauty, and watched with big eyes as Stacy reached out a hand and began to stroke Carl's hard prick with a tight fist. Karen felt the tremors of desire clutch her, and her nipples swelled into hardness. She was visibly trembling as her feet moved toward them. She stopped, her own hand moving out, eager to take hold of her brother's cock and fondle it, to love it, to fuck it.
Stacy removed her hand when Karen wrapped her fingers about the thick cock of Carl, her small fist gliding up and down as she jacked him. She was breathing harshly, unevenly, her naked breasts more pointed than ever. She was jacking her brother's prick, feeling it throb, and she felt someone caressing the swell of her ass, sliding warm fingers around until they were between her slender thighs and flicking gently at her swollen clitoris.
But nothing mattered to Karen now, nothing except having the hunger of her body satisfied again, and again. She started pulling on the tight skin of her brother's cock, thrilling to the pulsating beat in her hand. She slipped her other hand down and cupped his hairy balls, rolling them, tugging at them. She lifted her face, lips pursed for his kiss, and Carl pressed his mouth down, sucking in Karen's tongue as it slithered between his teeth. Karen murmured passionately and rolled her curving ass against the feeling hand between her thighs. She rubbed the moist head of Carl's cock against her stomach, enjoying the sticky trail it left.
"Fuck me, Carl," Karen mumbled in a thick voice. "Oh, please, fuck me! I need a cock inside my pussy so very much! Stuff my cunt with this hard cock of yours, and fuck the shit out of me! Please!"
There was a soft chuckle as the hand was pulled from between her thighs, and Carl pressed down on his sister's shoulders, forcing Karen to the couch. She sat, leaning back and shoving her ass to the edge of the cushions, her head lolling as the bubbling desire gripped her. Her eyes were like glass, and everything appeared hazy and blurred to her, yet at the same time distinct and clear. It was confusing to her, but she accepted it without question. Her small fist continued to grip his prick tightly, unwilling to let it go. She stared blearily at Stacy, watching her drop to her knees before her, and this time Karen offered no resistance as two hands pulled her knees wide apart. Again she watched, mesmerized, as the raven-haired girl leaned her face between the spreading thighs, a pink tongue darting out to lick warmly over the velvety flesh of Karen's inner thighs, the tongue licking close to the curling hair of her cunt.
As though hypnotized, Karen watched as the tongue moved higher on her inner thighs, thrilling to the strange sensations of having this part of her body licked. When Stacy's face was inches from her hairy pussy, Karen's mind flickered and she visualized the thing that almost happened this afternoon. She started to struggle up from the fog, whimpering a protest, but a firm hand was holding her down.
She wanted to speak, but her voice wouldn't work. Her eyes were glassy and almost unseeing as Stacy's mouth came closer to her excited, bubbling pussy. Then Stacy was looking up the naked beauty of Karen, at the twin breasts so deliciously firm. The wet tongue moved to the curly hair, teasing it, taunting Karen, arousing her further.
Carl moved a hand from his sister's shoulder, placing it on one firm breast, molding it to his palm, creating exquisite waves of pleasure to ripple through Karen. She no longer felt like struggling, didn't want to fight against this assault on her young, naked body. Still gripping her brother's cock in a tight fist, she was now jerking it back and forth. She knew her hips were rolling twisting hungrily as the hot, teasing mouth of Stacy came closer to her inflamed cunt.
She was now a willing, eager, partner in whatever they wanted of her, wanted her to do with them.
"Ohhh, please, do something!" she wailed, throwing her busy cunt into the air. "Eat me ... fuck me ... anything! Do any goddamn fucking thing you want with me! I don't care, anything ... lick my cunt ... suck my hot fucking pussy! Ooooo, please, please, I don't give a shit what you do to me, but do something, quick! Ohhh, please, tongue my snatch, one of you, suck my pussy! Make me come ... come ... come ..."
Stacy laughed in a low, throaty sound, then closed her mouth around the inflamed pussy, her lips clamping tight as she began to suck and nibble at the distended clitoris, her tongue fluttering wildly about it. Stacy slipped her hands beneath the now twirling ass of Karen, gripping a smooth, rounded cheek in each palm, clutching the ass tightly to pull the pussy tighter against her devouring mouth. She dug her fingers into the spongy flesh as her lips and tongue twirled and sucked in a frenzy of passion.
Karen's mind was blazing like a bon fire, her body steaming, her emotions wild. She had to get hold of something with her free hand, anything at all. She slipped her palm down, then tangled her fingers into the black curls of Stacy's head, pulling the face tighter yet into her twat.
She felt her brother's hand squeezing her breast as she jacked furiously on his prick, her body squirming. She mewled and whimpered like a kitten with blind passion, no longer caring who the two people were, or even where she was.
Her hand moved swiftly on Carl's cock, and her cunt banged up and down against Stacy's face. Karen could feel the tongue flutter as it made up and down licking motions, then it suddenly probed hotly into the slippery cunt, going deep. It was as if Stacy was trying to reach into the depths of Karen's soul with her greedy tongue. Karen was shaking violently, unable to control her mind and body as the sensations of her cunt and breasts and even her asshole exploded time and again with tiny, exquisite spasms of convulsions, each one growing stronger and stronger than the one before.
She murmured incoherently when she realized her brother's cock was moving closer to her face. Babbling with sexual excitement, she offered no protest as he brushed the moist, swollen head over her cheek, about her nose and, finally ... she felt the rubbery smoothness of his cock against her lips. Ohhhh, what is he trying to make me do? she thought wildly. In my mouth. Carl wants me to take his cock into my mouth! To let him stick it between my lips, for me to suck! Oh, God, I don't know if I can do that! But he wants me to. Carl wants me to suck his cock off! If I do, will he come in my mouth? Should I do it? Her mind whirled with flashes of light and she was lost to the sensual thrills flooding her body.
A low, throaty gurgle escaped her throat as her lips parted. She was not thinking of what she was doing; all she knew was the hard cock of her brother was near her mouth and she found herself swiftly wrapping her pouting lips around the swollen head. She was hardly aware that she was now sucking like a girl gone crazy at his cock, her tongue swirling instinctively, lapping eagerly and hungrily against the dripping, flaring piss hole.
Constant murmurs of incoherent meaning came from her, and she thought that Carl's cock was the most delicious thing she had ever had in her mouth. She was helpless in her thoughts, and the more that tongue of Stacy's stabbed and licked at her burning cunt, the more her brother's cock seemed to fill her mouth, stretching her lips. A few more inches of Carl's cock entered Karen's mouth, and she sucked furiously on it, eager to take all of it into her throat if necessary.
I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it to him! He put his cock in my mouth and I'm sucking it! Oooo, it's wonderful, so wonderful! Stacy is licking my cunt, and I'm sucking Carl's cock, his big, beautiful, hard cock! Oh, golly ... Mmmmmm!
Karen wanted more of his cock, and lifting her head, she felt his cock brush the back of her throat. His hairy balls tickled her chin. Karen gagged, choking slightly on his cock. Quickly she pulled away, but even then her tongue was swirling madly about the piss hole. Her hand moved between his thighs, cupping his dangling balls, feeling them as she sucked.
She pulled her mouth from his cock for a moment, looked at it with unfocused eyes, licking her lips. Taking a deep breath, she slipped her mouth onto his cock once again and began to suck hard. She bobbed her lovely face back and forth, her movement becoming faster and faster, softly moaning in pleasure. Suddenly, she stabbed her face forward, taking his cock into her throat, then as the swollen head reached the tightness there, she relaxed her throat muscles and sighed gratefully as Carl began to fuck into her mouth. Her hand left his balls and slipped between his thighs, where she cupped one cheek of his ass and urged him to fuck all he wanted into her mouth.
From the waist down, Karen's naked body was a blur of action, arching, bouncing, lunging, spinning against the face and mouth of Stacy. Her body would not, could not, remain still and she was out of control as sensation after delicious sensation raced through her mind and body. While her brother fucked into her mouth, Karen began sucking with fantastic deliberateness on his cock, her lips clinging to the hardness, her tongue lapping and licking. She worked hard in her inexpert method to whip his cock into coming, wanting to taste the thick, slippery juice as it gushed from his balls.
Sucking and slurping sounds filled the room, and Karen became a quivering mass of sexuality, whimpers and mewls of delight coming from her stuffed mouth to mingle with the lapping, moist sounds of Stacy between her trembling thighs.
A sudden, blinding eruption in the pit of her stomach caused Karen's pussy to arch quickly and frenziedly up and down, and she was clutched by the strong fingers of a fantastic orgasm. She gave a muffled squeal of delight as the tongue of Stacy drove harshly in and out of her convulsing pussy, lips sucking alternately with those pussy lips, lapping swiftly.
So involved with her come, Karen was hardly conscious of it when the cock of Carl jerked inside her mouth and began to spew thick juice into her mouth and down her throat. Her tongue kept swirling about the spurting piss hole, her lips clamped tight as the cock fucked in and out. Time and again his cock gushed until Karen's cheeks ballooned out, white beads of come dripping from the corners of her stretched lips to run over her chin. Karen swallowed hungrily, but still could not contain it all no matter how fast she swallowed. She was gurgling with delight as his cock squirted into her mouth, banging her cunt into Stacy's mouth, her ass in a blinding motion, and she never felt so good in her life.
Carl and Stacy sat down on the floor, watching as Karen gasped for air, her beautiful, round breasts heaving up and down. Drops of Carl's come clung to her chin, and the corners of her mouth. Her slender thighs were sprawled, the pinkness of her cunt still quivering.
Before Karen could recover, Carl placed another stick of grass between her lips, and she inhaled. A once, with the smoke in her lungs, she began to calm down. She felt this was wrong, but at the same time it seemed perfectly all right and logical, and ever so much fun.
She smoked the grass and let her mind drift, stretching her lithe body in a languid, sensuous motion, her breasts arching and pussy pouching unashamedly. She didn't mind them looking at her now.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "Nice ... so nice."
Time was meaningless, and she had no idea of how long she lay there with one foot on the floor, the other tossed casually over the back of the couch, enjoying the shivering nakedness and the relaxing smoke. She was so relaxed and docile then, that she didn't mind at all when Carl and Stacy began to pull and position her.
She found herself on the floor, on her hands and knees, her face resting against the carpet, her knee? drawn underneath her body. Her luscious, curvy ass was in the air, waving prettily. Even that was nice, the cool night air caressing her heated cunt and exposed asshole. She didn't protest when she felt her brother rubbing his once again hard cock up and down her pussy. Nor did she protest when it slipped into her hairy cunt and plunged slowly but deeply inside. Instead, Karen waggled her ass at him with an obscene invitation to do as he wanted with her. When she felt his cock deep inside, she moved her naked ass in a slow, rotating dance of passion for him.
"Mmmmm! Ooooo," she whispered softly. "That's nice, Carl, very nice. Oh, you have such a wonderful cock!"
"You like it, baby?" Carl asked, his hands roaming over her spreading ass, stroking the cheeks as he fucked her.
"Oh, yes!" Karen squealed, her lips smiling. "It feels so very good and so very big in me. Carl, your cock is so huge! Ohhhh, my pussy, my cunt is so hot! Golly, oh golly ... fuck me, Carl! Fuck me! Fuck me ... fuck me, fuck me, darling!"
Stacy sat with her legs spread out before her, leaning back on her hands as she watched her brother fuck his sister. She had a smile of understanding on her pretty face, and she enjoyed being the observer, but it created a fire of desire in her. She moved close, getting to her knees to stand at Karen's side, looking down at her husband's cock as it slipped smoothly in and out of Karen's cunt. She moved her hands over the delectable flesh of Karen's wiggling ass, caressing it. Then she leaned down and planted a moist kiss on one shivering ass-cheek.
Moving on her knees, she sat down in front of Karen's head, leaning low to peer into the happy face. Again she smiled with knowing expression as she lifted Karen's head until she could press her lips against the still semen moist mouth. Stacy dipped her tongue into Karen's mouth, tasting the come. Sitting then on her naked ass, Stacy held Karen's head up, shoving her curly haired cunt beneath the teenager's face. For a moment, Karen stared at the wet, hairy pussy. She gazed at it for a long time.
"Don't be afraid, darling," Stacy encouraged, caressing Karen's cheeks and petting her cunt with the other hand. "Go on ... do it. Kiss my pussy, honey. Kiss it the way I kissed yours. You'll enjoy kissing a wet, hairy cunt, baby. And your brother will fuck you with his hard cock. Go on, eat me! Suck my pussy off. Stick your tongue up the hairy hole, Karen, and tongue-fuck me."
The words flowed through Karen's mind and she felt shudders through her naked body. The words were spoken softly, but urgently, and Karen felt powerless to resist. Her eyes were wide open as Stacy began to press the back of her head, bring her face close to the pulsating twat. The cock driving in and out of her own cunt was creating delicious little orgasms for her again, and Karen found she had no reason for argument against licking that succulent looking pussy of Stacy.
Why not, she thought. Stacy did it to me, didn't she? And Carl is fucking me. It's a hairy cunt, but that should make it all the more exciting! Oh, I will! I will lick Stacy's pussy!
With everything else happening to her, it seemed to be the right thing to do, somehow. Feeling the soft hairs tickle her cheeks and the fragrant scent of Stacy's cunt sent her brain whirling with desire. With a soft gurgle, Karen showed her face into the pussy and began to kiss furiously, her tongue snaking out and slithering over the throbbingly hard clitoris of Stacy. Her hips began to fly now, no longer dancing sensuously on her brother's cock, but jerking the gyrating with a frenzy.
Karen, overwhelmed with the pleasure, began licking and sucking without shame at the hairy pussy, shoving her tongue into it as far as she could, fucking it to and fro. She was vaguely aware of what she was doing, knowing she had to do it. She felt Stacy's cunt clasping at her tongue just as her own pussy was clinging to her brother's cock.
Again the moist sounds filled the room. Karen was trying hard to keep the motions of her ass and tongue in some semblance of order, Stacy's soft yelps of delight now and then came to her ears when Karen would bite down on the swollen clitoris with her teeth, then suck and lick at it tenderly.
Karen slipped her hands underneath the writhing ass of Stacy, clutching the firm cheeks. The pressure grew inside her body as she felt as if she would expand until her being exploded into bits and pieces. She knew now this was what she was born to do, born to give and receive pleasure this way. Her body was a sex machine, a machine programmed to fuck and suck. Her mind knew there was no way to change the way she was made. Her body was too sensitive, to reactive, to the stimulation, to keenly attuned to this wonderful act, and she knew too that she would seek more and more of it, more and more cock and pussy - no matter what.
Chapter Five
When Karen awoke, sunlight was streaming through the shadeless window, bathing her in warmth. Someone, during the night, had covered her naked body with a light blanket. For a moment she was startled, not knowing where she was. Digging her fists into sleepy eyes, she sat up, stretched her arms above her head and yawned.
Looking down, she saw her perky breasts arching out, the firm nipples wide-spaced and pointing upward. A soft giggle came from her as she brushed a finger across the tips. They felt raw to touch, and for a moment she didn't understand. Then she recalled bits and pieces of what she had done the night before. Immediately shame filled her lovely body.
Getting to her feet she wrapped the blanket about her and padded to her bedroom, making certain that her brother and sister-in-law were still asleep in their room. Inside her bedroom, she examined her pussy and found it, too, somewhat sore. Tears came to her eyes as it all rushed in on her, and the horror of what she had done was like a ball of ice in her stomach.
It was the grass, she told herself. I'm not really like that at all. I just can't be! To let them ... let them do these things to me, and I was so eager, so willing! Oh, dear God, what must they think of me now? I certainly can't stay after that, not after such shameful actions. I'll leave ... I'll go someplace where they can't find me, where no one will know what I am ... and try to stop this insane hunger of my body ...
Dressing quickly in one of the new skirts and blouses that had been bought for her by Stacy, she ran a brush through her hair. Then, finding her brother's wallet, she removed four twenty dollar bills, swiftly writing a short note saying she would try to pay it back when she could. She made no mention of her plans or where she was going ... because she didn't know herself.
Without taking anything other than what she wore, she slipped from the house and into the early sunlight. She walked quickly through the empty streets, heading toward the highway a few blocks away.
Never had she attempted to hitch a ride, but it was the only way she could get away quickly enough. She had thought of a taxi, at least to go to the bus terminal or airport, but since she had no destination in mind, it would have been no use. She had no way of knowing if her parents had reported her as a runaway, but she didn't think they had. If they had, the terminals would be watched, she thought.
Standing at the edge of the highway, Karen was dismayed to find hardly any traffic. It was Sunday, she remembered, and most people would still be at home. She peered up and down the highway, and soon saw a car approach from the north; her side of the highway. Feeling a bit shy and unsure of herself, she lifted a hesitant thumb.
The car whipped past her without slowing, creating a brief breeze that molded her skirt to her pretty, round ass and thighs.
For about ten minutes she stood there, her face turning one way then the other. In the distance she saw a car coming from the south, She knew that direction was the desert, toward the barren and boiling Mojave area. She had never been in that part of California before and she knew nothing about the desert at all. Yet, if she could get a ride, it didn't matter which direction she went.
Crossing the highway, she lifted her thumb, trying to smile with friendliness as the car approached. She saw it wasn't slowing, and her hand dropped. Then the squeal of tires sounded in the still air. Karen turned, and her face lit up as she saw the car backing toward her.
When it braked, she saw the lone driver, a man. He reached across and opened the door for her, and Karen scrambled into the seat beside him.
"Where are you going?" the man asked, his voice gravely.
For a moment Karen hesitated, then said, "Out there." She pointed her finger toward the desert. "Just thumbing, huh?"
"Yes."
They were silent as the car hummed along, and Karen felt herself drowsing. The sun was getting hotter as they entered the desert, and it made her so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open. The night before had drained her energy, and her short sleep had not restored it. Before she realized it, she was sleeping soundly.
The lurch of the car brought her awake.
She sat up, eyes wide, still sleepy. She saw the man had pulled up and parked before a small cabin, and a sense of fear shot through her as she glanced at the man.
"Where are ..."
"Hell, girl," the man's voice rasped, "this is as far as I go. I came out here to do some prospecting. Looks like I already struck it right nice, don't it?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking as she saw the gleam in his eyes. "Where is the highway?"
"Shit, we left the highway two hours ago," he grunted, his eyes dropping suggestively to her slender thighs that had become exposed by her short skirt. "You were sleeping so good, I just thought I'd bring you along with me."
Karen felt her stomach recoil in fear as she stared at him. She could see the glittering of lust in his eyes, and she cringed against the door of the car, hugging her arms about her breasts.
"Yeah, I brought you along, but not to help me look around this fucking desert," he grinned, lewdly. "You're a mighty pretty little girl. I don't usually pick one up so early in the morning, or as pretty as you are."
"Mister, I don't ..." she began.
"Hell, none of you little girls fuck, do you?" he laughed. "That's what you all say. That is, at first. That's flea shit, baby. You look like you'd fuck a dog if that was all the cock you could get at the time. I can tell a hot piece of ass when I see it."
"I ... I don't know what you mean," Karen stammered, looking around, frightened. "I've never ..."
"Bat shit!" he snorted, getting out of the car. "There ain't a goddamn virgin in this fucking world! Come on, haul your pretty little ass out and let's go inside."
He walked around the car where she sat cringing. "No, please, take me to the highway, sir."
"I'll take you, baby," he grumbled. "I'll take you right up your cute cunt! That's how I'll take you. Now, come on, get your ass out and inside the cabin before I rip your fucking clothes off and shove them up your ass!"
He reached for her, and she scampered from the car swiftly, her skirt hiking above her slim thighs. The man watched, his eyes glittering as the lacy crotch of her white panties were momentarily exposed. He licked his lips in appreciation.
She stood in the hot sand, shaking with fear. Karen realized just how big the man was. He towered over her, his shoulders seemingly six feet across. A big hand gripped her upper arm and held her. Karen gasped as a stab of pain shot through her. She was then propelled roughly through the doorway of the cabin, where the man literally threw her against an old iron cot at one wall. As she cowered against the wooden wall, hugging her knees against her chest, she watched him move about the cabin, checking the food and water supply.
"We're in great shape, baby," he said, turning to her. "We can stick it out a few days without going into town. Shit, what a ball we'll have!"
"Mister," Karen said miserably, "I'm too young, you know that, don't you?"
His laugh was harsh. "Don't try to bullshit me," he said, looking down at her. "You're one of them fucking kids who take off from home. You've probably been gone for some time. There ain't nobody gonna be looking for you. But I got me a cock here that's looking for some pussy."
Karen had not been aware of her exposure. Her knees, drawn up to her breasts, had caused the skirt to slide almost to her lap, and her panty hidden ass was partly visible to the man's eyes, as was her pouting pussy lips. Her smooth thighs were fully exposed, and she didn't know a few strands of cunt hair had slipped from her tight panties. She was a very enticing picture. But despite her fear, she could not resist a glance at his crotch.
She found, despite the fear in her body, that she was drawn to the huge outline of his cock. For a long moment, she stared in fascination at it. When she lifted her yes, her face was flushed.
The man stood in the center of the room, feet apart on the wooden floor. He placed his hands on his hips and leered hungrily at Karen as she pressed against the wall. His eyes did not move from her exposed crotch.
"Yes, sir," he said. "You're as pretty as a picture, a real nice dirty picture! Real pretty, all over."
"What are you ... going to do?" she stammered, her body trembling. She watched him intently, warily. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"
The powerful looking man licked his tongue over his lips, eyes gleaming, sweeping them from her knees to the pantied ass and puffing cunt.
Karen's hair fell straight from a center part almost to her elbows, with bangs across her eyes. From under dark eyebrows, her large eyes showed her fear. Her full lips quivered slightly, the ripe bottom lip moist.
She was wearing the new white, vertical ribbed sweater that outlined her thrusting, pointed breasts; a wide leather belt cinched her narrow waist, and the pleated skirt was a brilliant green, contrasting with the tan of her slender, flawless thighs.
The man knew he had never seen such a beautiful girl, such a sexy looking girl, in his life. He just knew her cunt would be impossibly tight for his cock.
"Naw, baby, I ain't gonna hurt you. All I want from you is a little fucking, that's all. All you have to do is cooperate with me and my prick, and everything will be just fine between us."
"But ..." Karen's voice sounded childish, her bottom lip twisting up as if she were going to cry. "Why? Why me, Mister?"
"You were on the road, wasn't you? You happen to be the first little twat I saw, that's why. It could have been another pussy there. I'm glad it was you, just the same. You're just too fucking pretty to pass up."
"What are ... what do you want with me?" Karen knew it was a dumb question, but she wanted to keep him talking, hoping it would keep his hands off her.
"Now, that's kind of a screwy thing to ask a man," he replied. His eyes moved again over the smoothness of her thighs, over the bulge of her panties. "I want me a piece of ass, just like I told you. A piece of your sweet, pretty, little ass!"
A chill of revulsion came over Karen, and she hugged her knees tighter yet. Her eyes were still staring at him. "Oh, God! Please, mister! Don't do that to me!"
Again he laughed harshly. "Please, huh? You bet your sweet snatch I'll please. I'll please that little cunt of yours until you scream for more!"
A rumble of something went through Karen's body, racing to her pussy. She felt, with horror, the moistening of her cunt. Terrified, wanting him to do what he said, she shivered. It was an ambivalence feeling: she was repulsed by him, yet she was attracted to him at the same time. She saw the swelling of his cock inside his pants and immediately was clutched with desire. Still, she attempted to stop him.
"Please ..." she sobbed openly. She didn't know what to do; she wanted him to fuck her, but she didn't want it, either. "I ... I haven't done it before, at least not very mu ... I ... you can't! I'm too ... too little down there."
"Aw, cut the shit, baby. Ain't no such thing as being too little, not when it comes to pussy, there ain't. Less'n you're a virgin, and that ain't likely."
He stood before her now, looking down at the snugly covered tips of her breasts. His hands moved, then he was cupping each succulent mound, squeezing and feeling of the spongy, yet firm, breasts.
"All you twats like to fuck," he went on. "I seen a million of you, prancing around in tight little dresses that don't hardly cover your cute little ass. Well, maybe I ain't a young cock, not young like you're used to, but I like my pussy young and tight just the same as any punk kid."
Karen winced as he squeezed her breasts. She felt his fingers dig into her breasts, the man not caring if he bruised the delicate globes at all. She dropped her eyes to his hands, unable to lift them because of her fear and steaming desire. She gasped as he began to fondle her. She felt humiliated and revulsion, and she was responding strongly.
"Oooo ..." The moan of pleasure came from her unwanted. "I'm not like that, mister," she made one last attempt to stop him. "I'm one of the good ... good girls."
"I know that," he said. "You're one of them good girls, good for fucking!"
He began to laugh as his hands felt her breasts. "I got you now, baby, and you're not gonna get away from me until I have all the pussy I want. I got me a hard cock here and I like young girls like you, and I'm gonna fuck your sweet little ass and I ain't gonna stop fucking it until my cock don't get hard no more."
"I'll scream," she warned him, wondering if she would. One of his hands slipped from a breast to slide down the side of her body as he leaned over. She gazed in fear and trembling excitement as his fingers moved in a warm caress over the outer slope of her thigh. "I'll scream ... real loud!"
"Balls!" he snorted. "Go ahead and scream. Ain't nobody around here to hear it. We're in the desert, remember?"
She knew there was no protection anywhere, and she wasn't really sure she wanted to get away. Her body, her pussy, was twitching with readiness, and her mind was flaring with sexual thoughts. Her eyes watched his hand move over her thigh, crawling slowly from her rounded knee now to the hiked hem of her skirt, then across her waist. She stared as his fingers slipped under her sweater-like blouse, then molded about one breast.
She made a feeble attempt to pull his hand out of her sweater.
"Yes, sir," he growled. "You do just what I say and I promise not to hurt you any at all. But you give me any problems and I might have to slice up that pretty throat. Then I'll toss your naked ass out into the desert. There's all kinds of hungry animals out there, and they can eat your meat. But I'm gonna get me some of your little cunt whether you like it or not. Either way, you get fucked, baby doll."
"What do I have to do, mister?" she asked as her mind saw her body in the desert.
"What I tell you, that's all."
"And, you won't hurt me? Please, I don't like to be hurt."
"Naw," he said, squeezing her breast gently now, a finger moving under her bra, searching out her sensitive nipple. "Hell no, I won't hurt you."
The idea of having this stranger probing his cock into her pussy didn't really appeal to her all that much, yet there was a certain perverse pleasure in being fucked by a man she didn't know. I could let myself go, she thought. I could do everything with him, anything I wanted to do with a man, with his cock. No one would ever know. But if I do it, will it only make me worse, make me want it more than I do already? Why do I have to be this way? Why do I want to fuck all the time, why does my pussy, my whole being, want cock? What is wrong with me?
She felt a rippling arousal burning inside her, centered in and around her cunt. She could almost hear the roar of that unchained animal inside her body, but now it was more of a purr, her revulsion fleeing as the man's hands continued to feel of her body. Her fear of him, mingled with the bubbling desire made her accept the situation, and her sexuality was becoming rampant.
The man pulled his hand from her sweater now, then sat down at her side, leaning over to lift a small cardboard box from beneath the bed. She had not seen him carry this into the cabin.
"Want to see some nice pictures? They'll make that pussy of your all hot and wet."
Reluctantly at first, but then with a growing curiosity, she peered into the box. A soft gasp came from her. She had never seen pictures like them before.
"Pretty, huh?" the man grinned down at her. "Don't they make you nice and hot? Sort of make your cunt pucker up for a good fuck?"
She started to shove the box from the bed, but he quickly placed a hand on top of hers. "Like I said, I'll throw you out in the desert." He held up the box, and Karen looked at the top picture, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I use these to jack off when I don't get me a girl up here," he said. "Look at that man doing it to the girl. What's he doing to her, huh?"
"He ... he's ..." Karen could hardly talk, finding herself becoming excited by the pictures. "He ... Oh, I can't ..."
"Tell me!" the man hissed.
"He's kissing her."
"Sure, but where?"
"Between her ... legs."
"Say it?"
"Her pu ... pu ..."
"Come on!"
He's kissing her pu ... pussy."
"That's better. Wouldn't you like to get kissed on your pussy that way?" He laughed. "Wouldn't you like it if I kissed your cute cunt that way?"
"Oh, no!" she gulped, lying. "I don't know. I've never ..." She could feel the moisture between her thighs, feel the crotch of her panties becoming wet. She was trembling, but no longer with fear, but steaming desire.
"You mean no one has ever kissed your cunt?" His eyes widened in disbelief. "A cute piece of ass like you? You're so fucking cute, I would think everyone would love to kiss that hairy cunt of yours. You been missing something good, baby."
That's all you know! she thought. If you only knew! Maybe I can't help the way my body reacts, but I'll be damned if I'll cooperate with you. Only as much as I have to. I think, anyway.
The man told her to stand up. When she obeyed, he placed the box at the head of the iron cot, then he directed her to the center of the floor. "Now, take off your clothes," he said, leaning back to watch her. "I like to see a little girl get naked."
The door was open, and a hot stream of sunlight filtered in. She glanced at it, wondering if she would be seen by anyone. Realizing that was a foolish thought, she looked back at the man.
"Don't get any silly ideas," he said. "I may be fifty years old, but I can run faster than you think. Besides, you won't get far out there."
She knew he was right, but that wasn't what she was thinking in the first place. It just seemed so open, so lewd, to undress with a door open and the wide expanse of sand out there. She cast her eyes down shyly, feeling a thrill build up inside her body as she crossed her arms at the waist, grasping the bottom of the sweater. Then, before she lost her nerve, she lifted the sweater over her head and let it fall to the floor. She heard the intake of his breath as she searched behind her with numb fingers for the zipper of her skirt. She pulled it down, and the skirt, without support, slipped to her feet. She stood, flushed and straight, her breasts protruding outward. But she felt the twitch of her pussy and knew this would not be rape, because she was ready for it.
"Nice, very nice," the man said, his voice thick. He looked at the shadowed triangle of her cunt hair, one hand rubbing at his cock. "Now, take off the other stuff and let me see that pretty pussy."
Karen slipped her hands behind and removed her bra. She stood tall and proud of her beauty. She shoved her panties down and stood up again, most of her weight on one foot. Her hair-lined pussy pouted out, moist and inviting.
She was shivering with a raging desire now. As she stood there, her eyes watched his hands as he opened his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Seeing his prick exposed set off a tingling response in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh, shit!" the man gasped in passion. "I sure as hell wish I had my camera! Goddamn, what tits ... what a twat ..."
Karen's body jerked in a small spasm as his words came to her, and she found herself thrilled by the way his fist ran up and down his cock. Suddenly, with a burst of desire, Karen placed her small hand on one hip and jutted her pelvis out toward him, spreading her thighs in a wide stance.
"Shit, shit," the man grunted. "Come here, come over here close to me."
She moved, walking to him. She exaggerated the natural sway of her ass. Her ass cheeks rolled and jerked, her pussy thrusting forward. She knew what an erotic sight she made, but she was powerless to change it. The bubbling of her pussy would not let her.
She stopped before him, his eyes level with her cunt. He gazed at her pussy for a long time, his fist moved faster. Then, turning loose of his cock, he pulled her down beside him. "Let's see some more pictures. Let's get ourselves really worked up."
Karen didn't need any more stimulation, but she did as he wanted. She described each one in the most lewd way she could, and the man played with her naked breasts. She spoke the words easily now, without hesitation. By the time she was on the last picture, her ass was twisting hotly on the bed, her pussy very wet.
The man stood as she placed the box on the floor. His hands worked feverishly at his clothes. She saw his legs were skinny, unlike the rest of his powerful body. Thick, course hair covered most of his flesh, but what drew her eyes was his long, thick cock. She felt her pussy lurch and churn in heat, her eyes almost misty in desire. The man stood for a moment, rubbing his fist along his cock. The head of his prick glistened moistly with a bead at the piss hole.
Karen thought of her brother's cock, and found by comparison she would much rather have Carl's prick than this one. Yet, it was the only one available. The man arched his hips forward, and Karen flinched, jerking her head back with surprise, afraid he was going to shove it into her mouth.
My God, she thought wildly. That thing will tear me apart. It's bigger than Carl's, much bigger. Will I be able to do it with him? Can I take all of it? My pussy will never be the same, all stretched out and never tight again ...
"Lay down," the man demanded.
Karen, gazing at his cock, hesitated a fraction too long. The man slammed the back of his hand across her cheek. She cried out with sudden pain. She fell back on the cot, and her legs clamped together protectively against his sudden violence.
"Open up!" he shouted. "Open up them fucking legs, you little bitch!"
She had not wanted to be hurt, and he had promised he wouldn't. Now he had slapped her, hard, and she was crying from the pain.
The man waited, and when she failed to respond, he slipped a knife from the pocket of his discarded pants. He didn't say anything more, just stood there and looked at her.
Stifling her sobs, Karen opened her legs slowly. She spread them wide, pressing one knee against the wall, letting the other hang over the edge of the bed, revealing her hairy cunt to his gaze. Although she was excited, very much so, she turned her head toward the wall in bashfulness.
Placing the knife near her head, he crawled onto the narrow cot, kneeling between her spread thighs, looking at her pulsating snatch. The sensitive clitoris peeked from the folds of her pussy. Feeling his eyes on her, Karen could not control the surge of heat between her legs. I like it, she thought. I like having him look at me this way. I'm ready for him, want it. I want him to fuck me now! I want it so much ... so badly. I want him to fuck me good!"
Her hips jerked upward when she felt the swollen head of his cock brush the slit of her pussy. She shuddered, knowing that she wanted it very much. Why don't he hurry up and put it in me? Why is he waiting? Do it, damn you! Shove it up me! Fuck me. Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore! Oh, I'll come ... come now! I'll come before he fucks me if he don't hurry up and do it!
Her hips, lifted into the air, was moving in slow circles of invitation gently, yet urgently. Then, without warning, the man thrust his prick into her pussy. Karen felt the lips stretch then stretch more. She felt the slap of his balls against the uplifted cheeks of her ass, and then he dropped on top of her, crushing her breasts, as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her gripping cunt.
A cry of pain came from her as the man jabbed. The stiff, wiry hairs of his chest scraped at her tender breasts. The pain receded, and in its place there was only that burning pleasure. The deep penetration that she loved so much, and her hips moved with his.
She was responding to him, and soft gurgles of delight bubbled from her lips. The harder he thrust into her, the more she enjoyed it. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, meeting his down stroke with a powerful upward motion of her hips, eager to be fucked by him. Her fingers clawed at the mattress as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it as she whimpered and mewled with ecstasy.
The man ran his hands over her body, never missing a stroke with his cock, feeling and fondling as she rolled and churned her ass at him, giving as much as she was getting. She felt his hands dart under her bobbing ass, clutching a cheek in each palm, lifting her until she was unable to twist with him. He continued lifting her hips into the air, angling her slippery, clutching cunt so he had greater access to it, pounding, battering, filling. Moist, slushing sounds came to her ears as he fucked her, his balls slapping at her ass-cheeks.
"No ... no! Oh, please, no!" Karen wailed, her hands moving off the mattress to claw at his ass violently, trying to hold his cock deep inside her pussy, grinding hard. "Ohhh ... Ooooo, please! No, not yet! No ... no ... wait! Wait for me! I'm almost there, too!"
"Yeah, yeah, YEAH," he chanted.
Karen felt his cock become even larger inside her streaming pussy. Then, suddenly, he lunged down hard, and she felt the gushing of his come splashing against the walls of her pussy. Again and again she felt it squirting into her, and her senses almost burst with the sweet sensations that sent convulsions through her. But it wasn't enough; he had been too fast. She felt another orgasm swelling inside her, but the man had finished, and her orgasm receded and left her disappointed.
"No, no, no!" she murmured, clinging to him as if to bring it back. She banged her pussy against him with force, now the aggressor, splaying her legs wide, her pussy pulsating as she tried to whip her orgasm into explosion. But it was too late.
The man finished. He pulled his prick from her, leaving her in frustration. "Wasn't that a good fuck, baby?"
"But I ... yes," she whispered, almost ready to cry.
"Yes, what?"
"It was good."
"A good what?"
"It was a good fuck, mister," she whispered.
"That's better," he growled. "I like to hear you young cunts say things like that. It keep my cock hard."
Sitting back on his heels, be began to finger and caress her pussy. He didn't hurt, he was very gently as he felt her snatch, tugging gently at her cunt hair, rubbing the still engorged clitoris.
Steaming in passion, Karen reacted to his play by arching her pussy up, and throwing an arm over her face so the man could not see the flush of shame there, she rocked her hips from side to side, hearing him laugh.
"You like this, huh?"
Her hips rolled beneath his fondling hand and she nodded her head.
"Come on," he said, poking a finger into her pussy.
"Yes, yes," she murmured. "I like it."
"Want me to finger fuck you?"
"Ooooo," she crooned, her hips moving faster. "Yes! Yes, do that to me! Finger fuck me, finger fuck my cunt! Finger fuck me and make my pussy come! Ooooo, I love it ... love it! Feel me ... fuck me with your finger!"
She was no longer afraid of him, no longer unwilling to let him fuck her, do as he pleased with her, her body. Now she wanted to be fucked by him, fucked again and again. He had broken through the flimsy wall of protectiveness, and Karen found that tormenting desire boiling in her again, and she was so controlled by it that she felt she would never be satisfied.
"Naw," he said, pulling his finger out of her cunt. "I ain't gonna finger fuck you ... I'm gonna tongue fuck you!" And he buried his face into her pussy.
Karen woke up, startled at first because she was still not used to her surroundings. There was a soft glow from an oil lamp on the table, and it was dark outside.
It was her second night with the man, and there was no longer any pretense or false modesty on her part about wanting him, needing his cock, his mouth, his tongue. The man, of course, was overjoyed by her response, and he was forever feeling and touching her body, her breasts, squeezing her rounded ass, probing at her always steaming cunt. And, Karen, too, was grabbing at him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it, bringing it to hardness with her hands or mouth, and then fall with him wherever they happen to be, fucking furiously.
The man used his tongue and lips on her pussy relentlessly, until she was raw and nervy between her thighs. Her orgasms would become so intense they were often times when she was uncertain exactly what he was doing to her. When he asked her to suck his cock off, Karen went about it with wanton greediness, trying hard to devour his prick.
"Damn, Karen," he said, watching her sit up on the bed, "I have to haul my ass back to the city tomorrow. I hate it. I ain't never had me any young cunt like you who was so damned hungry for to fuck or suck a man's cock. You really go for it, don't you?"
Karen grinned impishly at him, swinging her long, long legs over the bed. Clothing was never thought of here in the desert, and she was naked, the way she had been since that first time. She stood in the floor, her hips arched forward, legs spread and hands on hips.
"You ready for another blow job?" she asked with a teasing flick of her tongue.
"Damn! I thought I was pretty good man with a girl, but I'll be fucked if you ain't drained this old cock and balls dry."
"Aw, come on, one more won't hurt," she said, moving toward him, her breasts jiggling sweetly. "Let me suck it once more. Let me suck your cock off just one more time. I love to suck cock!"
Without waiting for him to answer, she knelt on the floor at his side, her small hand going to his crotch. She cupped his balls for a moment, caressing them. Her other hand took hold of his prick and worked on it, pulling the skin down to reveal the round head. Holding it this way, she thrust her tongue against the smooth head, licking it like a sucker. Her lips opened, and she took the cock into her mouth lovingly, sucking up and down.
For a long time she sucked on his cock, her hands tugging at his balls. She crooned and murmured, her own passion high. She would have enjoyed his cock so much better if it was hard, but there was no use. His cock refused to swell and become stiff. Almost a half hour of sucking him did nothing, although she did manage to bring him to a weak discharge into her mouth.
The man groaned almost in pain as he shot semen into her hungry mouth. Finally, she stood up, wiping her lips with her hand.
"Oh, hell," she muttered. "At least we'll get some sleep tonight."
Chapter Six
The man pulled the car to the side of the highway.
"Are you sure you don't want to go into the city?" he asked. "You could get a ride easier. There ain't much traffic on this road."
"No, thank you," she said, slipping from the car. Her skirt went high and the man looked at her smooth thighs for a last time. She slammed the door, leaning in at him. "I had a wonderful time. I'll remember it forever."
"Sure you won't change your mind?" he asked. "I can always put you up someplace. We could have us a hellofa time, baby."
"No, I'm sorry," Karen replied. "I don't want to ever go back there. I've found something out about myself the past few days, and it would only cause trouble for others."
"I think my cock would get hard for one last blow job."
"I don't think so," she smiled. "Besides, this is a little too open for me. My jaws hurt, anyway. "I've been sucking that cock of yours so much, I don't think I could take another load of come right now. Not for a while, at least."
"Maybe I'll see you again someday," he said, wistfully.
Karen stepped away from the car as he pulled onto the road. She stood, watching him disappear into the shimmery heat waves. The junction where he had let her out was isolated. The only building she could see for miles was a ramshackle cafe on one corner. She began walking toward it when she remembered something.
When she had removed her clothing that first time in the cabin, her money had fallen from her bra. In her emotional condition at the time she had not noticed it. She wondered if the man had found it and shoved it into his pocket, or if it was still on the floor, kicked under the cot. She turned and looked down the road toward the cabin. It was just too far to walk now. She would spend hours getting there.
Well, Karen, she told herself, what the fuck are you going to do now, baby? Here in the middle of the damned desert, no money, bruised, but well fucked cunt, sore jaws from sucking cock, and hungry, for food this time. You are one dumb cunt, girl. She giggled at her thoughts. Wow, have I changed! Cock, cunt, fuck ... I love those words! At last, free to do anything I want to do ... wonderful!
She stood in the sand, wondering what to do with this so-called freedom. She knew it would be almost impossible to beg something to eat at that dirty cafe. For one thing, she had never begged in her life, and for another, she would be too ashamed to do it. Her clothing were presentable enough, but a little dusty.
Maybe if I kind of go inside, say I'm waiting for a ride or something ...
She walked to the screen door entrance and opened it. A small bell tinkled above her head. She had to adjust her eyes to the dim interior. There was no one behind the counter, nor any other place that she could see. There was no air-conditioning, but the place seemed pleasantly cool.
She sat on a stool, ignoring the three booths against the far wall. She looked hungrily at the small display of cake and pie behind a glass case.
"Oh! Sorry. I didn't hear the bell," a voice said.
Karen looked at the youngish man coming through the swinging doors from the kitchen. He moved to the counter, wiping his hands with a soiled cloth. "What will you have, Miss?"
"I ... I'm just waiting," she said, trying to ignore the hunger pains of her stomach. Food smells assaulted her nose.
"Waiting?"
"Yes, I ... you see, someone is picking me up soon." She wondered why she lied to him. She could have easily told him she was hungry, abandoned, and had no money.
The man's eyes moved over the tight sweater, and his expression showed appreciation of the straining points of her breasts.
He likes me, she thought. He likes to look at my boobs. I wonder, would he give me something to eat if I showed my breasts to him? Maybe I could suck his cock for some food. Maybe he would trade some food for a fuck. Oh, shame on you, Karen. You can't do that. I'll starve before I do something like that!
The man set a glass of water before her, then began to straighten displays. "We don't get much trade way out here," he said. "But, hell, I don't mind that. I just like the desert. I make enough to get by on and I'm happy."
Is he trying to get up enough nerve to make a pass at me? she wondered. If he tries to cop a feel, I'll just tell him how hungry I am. That wouldn't be too bad, trading a feel of my pussy for something to eat. I could jack him off, maybe ...
"Not many people stop here," he was saying. "Maybe that's why I talk so much when I see someone. I'm alone, you know. It's a real treat to talk to someone besides myself."
Karen smiled as she sipped the water. She had made up her mind to let the man feel her up while she jacked his cock off for some food.
"How did you get way out here? I didn't see or hear a car."
"I ... walked. Part of the way, that is."
"Oh, been out in the desert, huh? Lots of you city people come out here. You know, hunting old bottles and things. But none as young as you; not alone, anyway."
"Oh, I have a friend ... with a cabin out there." She waved a hand vaguely. She had no reason to tell these lies, but was she lying, really? Wasn't the man she had been with now a friend?
The crunch of tires on gravel sounded, and Karen turned to see a woman getting out of a car. The man stopped fidgeting with the displays and stepped before Karen again, and they watched the woman enter.
The woman pulled a pair of huge sunglasses from her face and looked around. For a moment she looked openly at Karen, then chose a booth. As she sat down, Karen noticed the woman was expensively dressed in a feminine suit. The skirt was a bit short, and she displayed fine, smooth legs, slightly parted, as she sat down. Karen caught a brief glimpse of nyloned thighs, and felt herself flush when she saw the white band of the woman's panties. A small tingle came to her as she realized the woman was gazing with interest at her.
Karen was a bit surprised to feel herself blushing. She had thought it was over. The man walked to the woman and took her order. All she asked for was a tall, cold drink. When he served her, he went back to the kitchen.
Karen could feel the woman's eyes on her back, and when she once again turned to look, the woman had a faint smile on her lips, and her eyes seemed centered at Karen's ass. As Karen looked, the eyes left her ass and moved up to her breasts. The expression was familiar to Karen; it was open desire for her. Again the heat came to Karen's face, but she did not turn away from the woman. Instead, she gave her a small, nervous smile.
Men and women have the same look, she said to herself, when they're after pussy. I wonder ... As she thought this, the woman lifted a round knee, and with an exaggerated swing of it, crossed her legs, but not before she had revealed a wide expanse of creamy thigh and the tight bulge of her panty crotch to Karen.
"Join me?" the woman said in a low voice, smiling.
Karen hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind. She turned on the stool and slipped from it, her skirt going high to show off her own slender, smooth thighs. The woman stared pointedly at them, licking her lips.
"Bring my friend a coke," the woman said as the man came from the kitchen.
The man placed a bottled coke before Karen as she settled across from the woman. He looked at Karen, then at the woman. "Is this the ride you were waiting for?"
An understanding gleam came into the woman's eyes. "Yes," she said, glancing at Karen. "She was waiting for me. Oh, bring us a hamburger with the works, will you?"
Again the man looked at Karen, shrugged, and went back to the kitchen.
"How did you know I was ..." Karen began.
"Oh, it was all over your face, dear," the woman replied.
Again there was a flush on Karen's cheeks. The woman laughed softly, huskily. She was blonde, with short hair. She was very pretty, but with a hardness about the eyes that showed a rough life.
"Don't be ashamed, dear," the woman said. "I know what it's like to be hungry and have no money. Besides, a hamburger certainly won't break me."
When the food came, Karen picked it up and ate greedily. The woman only nibbled at her food, hardly touching it. She watched as Karen ate, and faint, knowing smile on her face.
"I suppose you're heading into the mountains?" the woman asked.
"I guess so," Karen replied. "Actually it really doesn't matter which direction I go. I could have had a ride to the city, but I just left there. I don't want to go back ... not yet, anyway."
The cool eyes of the woman looked closely at Karen. She lifted her glass, finished it, and removed a small brush from her purse. She handed it to Karen. "You'd be quite pretty if you'd brush your hair, dear. It's all tangled."
Karen took the brush and ran it through her hair. She had not given any thought to her appearance. She was surprised at how tangled her hair was.
"How would you like to drive up with me?" the woman asked. "I'm on my way for a short vacation. I have this beautiful cabin up there, a sort of retreat when things become too much for me in the city. I'd welcome your company."
"I don't think I ..."
"What's your name, dear?"
"Karen."
"Wonderful name. I'm Jenny," the woman said smiling at Karen. "Now, don't be shy with me Karen. I would love to have you spend a few days with me. That is, if you don't have to go home right away. You look as if you could use some rest. Did you know there are dark circles under your eyes? What in the world have you been doing to become so tired? You haven't just finished with one of those desert orgies we hear so much about, have you?"
Karen blushed. The woman laughed in a throat way.
"Don't be so bashful, Karen. Do you have to blush every time I look at you? But it is becoming when you blush. It's so refreshing to see a young girl do that these days. Oh, well ... let's go."
Karen followed the woman to her car, and slipped into the soft seat. Once the car was on the highway, Jenny flipped the air conditioning on. Sitting against the car, Karen noticed Jenny drove with her skirt up past the nylon tops, the creamy flesh of her thigh exposed. As they rode, Jenny dialed the radio to some soft mood music. Once more in a speeding car, Karen felt her exhaustion come over her, but she didn't want to go to sleep. She remembered what happened the last time she went to sleep in a car. This woman didn't seem dangerous, though, at least not in a violent way. Besides, she had come along willing to stay in some cabin to regain her strength.
Slumping in the seat, she let her knees rest against the dash, her head back. The cool air was making her a bit chilly, but the sun coming in was hot. Perspiration broke out on her upper lip, and as the drowsy mood numbed her, she was unaware of her skirt riding high, almost to her hips.
She felt peaceful. There was a good feeling along her thighs as she began to drift into sleep. She murmured softly, half awake, then jerked upright, startled.
A low chuckle came from Jenny as she pulled her right hand away from Karen's thigh. "I didn't mean to frighten you, darling," Jenny said. "I simply couldn't resist feeling of your lovely flesh."
Karen looked at the woman, seeing again the hungry desire there. It was the same expression she had seen on her sister-in-law's face. Karen tugged at her skirt, sitting up straight, her knees together and hands in her lap.
"Have you ever made it with a woman before, Karen," Jenny asked bluntly.
Karen gulped, not answering.
"Come on, darling. I could tell what you wanted in that cafe. You were looking at the food so intently, it was obvious how hungry you were. There's something about you, darling, an aura, that a person can feel, something that shows how exciting you are. If I hadn't come along when I had, I bet you would have been spreading your legs for that man."
She's right, Karen thought. How did she know? Does it really show that well? Can men and women see that I'm crazy for sex? Any kind of sex?
"I've seen plenty of girls, young and older," Jenny said, "but I've never seen one yet as sexy as you are. You've got a hot ass, darling, a very hot ass."
The car slowed, then pulled off the highway onto the shoulder of sand. Jenny stopped the car, switching the engine off. She turned to Karen, bringing her right knee onto the seat. The movement caused the skirt to go even higher, and now the woman's panties were fully revealed to Karen's staring eyes.
"I can't put it off any longer," Jenny said in a low, throaty voice. "I can't wait. You're simply too sweet, too delicious. I've got to see what you're hiding under that skirt and in your panties."
"Please, Jenny. I don't like that. I don't do that sort of thing," Karen said, but she also felt a stabbing sensation of bubbling desire between her thighs, making her pussy lips swell and throb.
"All girls like that sort of thing," Jenny said, placing her hand on Karen's knee. "Don't pull this innocent act on me. I've been around to know a hot girl when I see one."
Karen trembled beneath the warm palm as she looked up and down the highway. All she could see was the ribbon of concrete, and miles and miles of sand. They were in the middle of nowhere, it seemed.
"Don't worry, darling," Jenny said softly, reaching higher on Karen's thigh, stroking the smooth flesh gently. "No one will come along here. I've been over this highway many times, and V never saw another car for hours and hours. We won't be seen."
"But I ..."
"Oh, but you do, Karen," the voice crooned, the hand sliding up and down slowly, reaching for the smooth inner flesh of her thigh, the fingers slipping under the hem of her skirt. "I can actually feel the heat of your little pussy."
With those words, Jenny ran her hand farther beneath the skirt, her fingers trailing along the thin band of panties. Finally, she curled her hand until she was cupping the gently pulsating cunt of Karen. A soft moan of passion came from Karen's throat, and her thighs parted of their own volition.
Jenny chuckled, then slipped across the seat, her ass sliding until she was pressing her arching breasts against the upper arm of the unprotesting Karen. Karen could not resist, and a soft whisper of acceptance came from deep in her dry throat. As the fingers moved about her pussy, she leaned her head back. She offered no resistance as Jenny's mouth came against hers, nor did she struggle to get away as the moist tongue slithered deeply into her warm mouth.
Once again her emotions were out of control, her desire racing swiftly. She wiggled her compact ass on the seat as Jenny's fingers fondled her twitching cunt past her panties. Karen began to greedily suck at the thrusting tongue in her mouth. She felt the fingers searching under the elastic band of panties.
She's a lesbian, her mind thought. But I did need this ride so badly. Oh, I'm really horrible, to let anyone, boy or girl, brother and sister-in-law, play with my pussy. And ... OH, God, I don't care! I want them to ... love it when they play with my cunt! I want this woman, Jenny, to finger me ... finger fuck me! I want her to push her finger up my pussy and fuck me with it!
Without actually thinking of it, Karen's right hand lifted and moved jerkily toward one of Jenny's breasts. She closed her fingers about the firm globe and squeezed, enjoying the spongy feel of it. With a soft moan, she threw her thighs as wide apart as she could, shoving her ass to the edge of the seat.
"Oh, you sweet, sweet thing," Jenny breathed. "You're so hot! I'll be so much better for you than any nasty man with those hard cocks. Someone as sweet as you don't need those things inside this delicious little thing. What you need, what your pussy needs, is a woman's gentle touch."
"Oooh, my," Karen whispered, almost wailing, twisting her ass about in passion, then bouncing up and down, pressing her pussy into her hand. "I want it, please! Do it to me! Oh, God, make me come! Please, please, make me COME! I'm boiling, so hot ... I must come! Finger me ... finger my pussy, Jenny."
A low laugh came from Jenny as she pulled her fingers from beneath Karen's panties. "Oh, I'll do much better than that, darling. I'll kiss it, love it, suck it, tongue it. I'll suck your sweet cunt, make you come with lips and tongue. How would you like that?"
"Ohhh, I don't care!" Karen wailed in passion. "Anything, do anything ... just make me come! Please, do whatever you want with me, with my pussy! Only make me come!"
Jenny slipped out of the car and walked around it. She opened the right side door. Karen needed no further encouragement now. She sprawled down on the seat, her legs hanging out the door. She lifted her swelling ass as Jenny's hands slipped her skirt high, bunching it at her small waist. Eager fingers tugged the flimsy panties down her thighs and off her feet.
Jenny's breath sucked in as she gazed down at the exposed girl. Her eyes took in the beauty of the hair-lined pussy, of the pink lips visibly pulsating, and the swollen clitoris. Jenny's tongue licked over her lips and anticipation as she trailed a finger up and down the pussy lips. Her other hand parted the hairy lips and began to stroke the sensitive clitoris. Karen squirmed her ass in tiny circles of passion.
"Why, you poor darling," Jenny said as she saw the bruised cunt. "This pussy looks as if it's been fucked raw! What in the world have you been doing?"
"I haven't been doing anything with it," Karen cried out, arching her hips high. "It was a man, a man picked me up and made me stay with him. He fucked me ... fucked me until I could hardly walk."
"Terrible," Jenny whispered. "A shame to fuck such a lovely cunt. A pussy like yours is made to be sucked, kissed, licked, but never fucked. But don't worry, honey. My lips and tongue will soothe it, take the hurt out. I'll kiss it and make it pretty again."
Jenny dropped her face into the hairy mound, her lips kissing tenderly. After two open-mouthed kisses, she swirled her tongue out to taste the deliciousness of it, licking over the swollen clitoris. Karen shivered as she cried out with ecstasy, pressing her cunt hard into the face, her hands clutching the back of Jenny's head, drawing her closer yet.
"Oooo, yes, yes! Eat me! Lick me! Suck my pussy!" Karen wailed. "Stick your tongue up my cunt! Fuck me with it! Tongue fuck my pussy! Anything you want, just make me come! Please!"
Jenny's long tongue entered Karen's cunt, licking swiftly. A deep, penetrating stab came to Karen as Jenny shot her tongue as deeply as she could. Then she lifted her face, a grimace on it.
"You taste like a man's cock," she said. "When did it happen last?"
"I ... don't remember."
"It doesn't really matter", Jenny said. "I'm so excited about licking your pussy, I can't worry about that."
Again she closed her lips down on Karen's twat, her tongue slithering and whipping about the clitoris. She moved the tip of her tongue up and down, teasingly, tasting. Jenny slipped her hands under the naked ass of Karen, cupping the swells as Karen swung her hips around. Holding Karen's round ass, Jenny moaned as she licked and sucked furiously, her tongue driving in and out of the pussy, then over the explosive clitoris.
"Ohhhh, do that!" Karen gurgled with pleasure. She felt the roar of her orgasm inside her stomach. "That's so nice! Oooo, you suck my cunt so wonderfully! I'll come ... keep doing that to me ... with your tongue! Oh, deep ... go deep with your tongue! Oooo, I'll come ... COME!"
Jenny smiled to herself as she licked and sucked at the tasty pussy. She increased the speed of her tongue, lashing it furiously in and out of the twitching pussy. She alternated with whipping movements of her tongue at each lip, then devoting herself to the excited clitoris, sucking at it. Her hands clawed at the firm, round ass, pulling the crotch hard into her face. Her tongue was deep inside the pussy and Karen went into blissful spasm.
As the orgasm receded, Jenny licked gently at the still throbbing cunt, bringing Karen down slowly and gently from the mindless ecstasy.
Chapter Seven
All Karen knew was the it had been so easy for the woman to take her to the isolated cabin in the mountains. She did not deny Jenny her pleasure at all, nor did she feel badly about being on the highway with her legs hanging out of the car, the face in her pussy. It was heavenly.
Now, she luxuriated in the shower. Gradually, as time passed, she became less embarrassed, and now took up the soap, soothing her naked body with the scented bar again and again.
During the five hour drive, Karen had learned much about Jenny. For one, and ft bothered her somewhat, was the fact that Jenny seemed to be so aggressive, wanting to dominate her totally. Much as she felt contempt for Jenny, and the price she would have to pay for accepting this offer, Karen was glad to be out of the hot desert and far from home. In her mind, she saw herself approaching that hitherto unexperienced level of existence where she didn't care what happened to her.
She had wanted to find out about herself, where no one could know about her. Like a specter, the awareness spread through her brain that her life was worthless and that it didn't matter any longer what humiliations, what degradations, she was exposed to. Numbed and tired an emotionally exhausted, she couldn't push the specter of who she was out of her brain.
As the water cascaded over her slender body, she thought of the second stop they had made. After the roadside experience, Jenny had seemed happy, the car speeding toward the mountain cabin with Karen sitting contentedly at her side. Jenny had not allowed Karen to slip her panties back on, and every so often she would take a hand from the wheel and reach between Karen's thighs to caress the moist, furry twat. Karen didn't mind at all; it felt wonderful to her.
There was something Karen distrusted about Jenny, but she couldn't place her finger on it. It wasn't the appetite for eating her pussy that bothered her. She enjoyed that, very much. But Karen couldn't rid herself of the feeling that the more she allowed herself to accommodate Jenny, the great Jenny's appetite would become, possibly even more perverse. Jenny had the sex urges of a woman possessed, but then so did Karen. The only difference was that their desires took different paths. Jenny's constant hunger seemed to leap out to consume more and more, each leap making the entire matter more deviant than ever.
Karen knew she was almost dependant on Jenny. She didn't have much choice about going along with her. She couldn't very well return to the city, to her brother and his wife. She couldn't stay on the highway without identification or clean clothing.
No, she had to go along with Jenny, much as she really didn't want to. She knew she would be called on to do more sexual things as time went by. She didn't want to become more involved. Yet on the other hand, her body seemed to cry out for it, and she feared her suspicions of Jenny growing insatiable desire.
They had been traveling for only a couple of hours before the long climb into the mountains. During the drive, Karen was felt of and caressed on her breasts and pussy countless times. Then, without explanation, Jenny had swung the car off the main highway onto a small, narrow road. They had bounced along for several miles until they came to small reservoir with shaded, grassy banks. Jenny stopped the car, got out, and beckoned Karen to join her.
"Lovely. The mountains are so lovely, aren't they?" Jenny asked, looking around.
Karen nodded, certain that this stop was not going to be particularly joyous for her. She knew enough about Jenny by this time that the woman would not stop just to enjoy the scenery.
"Take your clothes off, Karen!" Jenny suddenly snapped.
Karen glanced at her, startled by the harshness in the voice. She saw the outward signs of Jenny's dominating personality displayed for the first time. With a sigh, she pulled her clothing off, letting them fall to the grass. She shivered even though the early afternoon sun felt hot and good on her nakedness.
Jenny was beaming at her, delighted at Karen's instant obedience, and the tempting portrait of naked lusciousness before her. She looked at the thrusting breasts, the small waist, the slim, smooth thighs. Her eyes rested at the softly haired pussy, and her tongue licked over her lips. Karen felt somewhat embarrassed.
"You're absolutely stunning, Karen. That naked body of yours would be beautiful in motion, dancing. Yes, that's what I want to see. I want to see you dance! Watch those lovely breasts bounce and sway ... look at your thighs move, that cute, round ass wiggle!" Jenny's voice was husky, dangerously low. She reached into the car and switched on the radio, twirling it to the highest volume. The sound of disco, hard rock, filled the air of the meadow.
For a moment Karen stood still, then she began to move, swaying and jerking her naked body to the music.
What in the world am I doing? she asked herself. This is insane, stupid. I could just walk off; she wouldn't stop me. But where will I go? No money, no nothing, and now no damned clothes! Why did I go with her! Why didn't I stay at the cafe, let that man fuck me? A man would be better than this, a cock is much better than a ... I should have better control of myself, of my cunt. I should have not come with her. Now she knows about me, that I have no control, that she can control me, make me do almost anything she wants.
"Faster!" Jenny demanded, her voice excited, eyes bright as she watched Karen jerk and sway in sensual motion.
Karen lifted her hands, dancing on the grass, knowing that Jenny was enjoying it. Laughing bitterly to herself, she moved about, jerking her hips in a fucking motion with her legs spread, then throwing her ass into tight circles, doing all the sensuous moves the woman demanded. She whirled about and presented her back to Jenny, shaking her ass furiously, then throwing it back and forth as if she were fucking. Her hair flew in wild strands about her face and shoulders.
Jenny sat beneath a tree, clapping her hands, bobbing her head with the music as Karen whirled about. Karen was indeed beautiful, arms floating in the air, her naked body moving from hips down with abandonment. Jenny thought the arching cunt was the most delightful pussy she had ever seen, and the soft curling hair looked like a smoky mist for the pouting lips.
Jenny loved it, loved the way Karen's pointed breasts moved, loved the pink nipples. She envied Karen's body. Her own was not as young and slender, her breasts larger. She hated her breasts because of the way men leered at her in the clubs where she worked. That was her profession, a dancer in topless and bottomless clubs. She taught her own breasts ugly compared to those of Karen. She thought they were wasted on this dumb little cunt.
Then Jenny wanted to humiliate Karen for her beauty. "In there ... get your naked ass into the water!" she shouted. "Get your ass in the water and wash that cock smell off your cunt!"
Karen sighed, then moved into the water. It was cold as it crawled up her body. Jenny laughed with delight and amusement.
"Oh!" Karen exclaimed as the water lapped higher, until she felt it at her pussy. She went farther into the water, keeping her arms high to make her breasts stand out better. Soon, the water crept up past her hips, finally concealing her breasts. Her nipples were tight with the cold. Timidly, she started to go deeper, thinking of drowning herself then and there ... stopping this sexual torment that controlled her.
But the water only came to her shoulders.
"Put your head under," Jenny laughed. "I want to see you all wet!"
Karen dipped her head, then came up blowing. Jenny clapped her hands gleefully, then removed her shoes. She stood up and waded into the pond until the water was at her knees. She held her dress high.
"Over here," she said. "Come over here. Paddle in the water so I can see your pretty ass stick out. "Ohh, it's such a lovely ass!" Jenny giggled as Karen now crawled toward her.
"Turn over. I want to see you float on your back!"
Karen flipped in the shallow water. She arched her body, trying to keep it level with the water surface. Her stomach broke through, and her head went under. She placed her hands on the bottom and lifted her face free.
"Oh, you look so lovely, darling! I could watch you play like this forever," Jenny said, her eyes bright.
Without a word, Jenny straddled Karen's head, holding it between her thighs. Karen's eyes were wide, and she found herself staring up at the hairy cunt of Jenny, inches away. She started to protest, but when she opened her mouth, water swirled into it.
Jenny laughed as she reached behind to take a handful of Karen's hair, spreading her legs somewhat so that her pussy could be reached.
"It's your turn, Karen!" Jenny said. "It's your turn to eat my cunt, to lap my pussy. You don't think I'd lick your pussy and not have the favor returned, do you? Go on. You know you want to taste my cunt!"
The words came harsh and demanding. "If I can lick your pussy, when it stinks like a cock, then surely you can suck my pussy."
Jenny lowered her pussy to Karen's face, and in a feeble effort to stop it, Karen dropped her head, only to find it under water. She lifted her face, and the soft inner thighs of Jenny caressed her cheeks. As her head bobbed upward, her mouth brushed the moist lips of Jenny's cunt. Her eyes went wide, then as Jenny lowered her pussy, Karen had to close her eyes as her face went under water again. Jenny closed her thighs tightly about Karen's head. Her nose and mouth was barely out of the water, and she was arching into the air. Her lips scraped against the clitoris of Jenny, then as Jenny made a slight adjustment, Karen found herself with a mouthful of pussy. She began to kiss and lick, not entirely against her will.
Mindlessly, Karen began to eat and suck and lick the pussy above her face, scooping with curling tongue at the hot hole, feeling the lips part and close about her tongue. With her nose and mouth just out of the water, she strained hard to keep contact with the bushy pussy.
Finally she had to break loose to fill her lungs with air. But the instant she did so, Jenny grabbed her naked breasts with strong fingers and pushed her down. Frantic to keep her head above water, Karen locked her arms around the smooth thighs. She groaned against the cunt as she felt her breasts squeezed painfully. Jenny sighed and wiggled her ass against Karen's sucking mouth, her sharp nails digging into the succulent breasts.
Panting and moaning with pain, Karen lapped furiously at Jenny's twat, working her tongue in a stabbing frenzy, wanting to bring the woman to orgasm as quickly as possible.
Jenny yanked at Karen's breasts brutally, and Karen screamed against her cunt. In agony, she thrashed about, clutching Jenny's thighs, until she felt Jenny's body shudder with a powerful orgasm.
The tone of their relationship had been set then.
Chapter Eight
Jenny stacked the dishes in the sink and, lighting a cigarette, sat down in the living room of the cabin. She hummed happily to herself, adjusting her position until she could see through the bathroom door, through the transparent shower doors.
She nodded to herself, noting the slender beauty of Karen. She had figured Karen out immediately. A beautiful girl with no place to go, a girl with a powerful sex drive, a runaway.
After a few minutes, Karen relaxed and began to soap herself again. It always took a few minutes for her to adjust to a strange bathroom, or to the lack of privacy.
Jenny shifted in the chair, bringing her shoulders forward to relieve the strain of her heavy breast's. Karen had the kind of body that Jenny had learned to love.
What did men know about a woman's breasts? Men just slobbered over them, sucking too hard, bruising the delicate flesh, acting like idiots. They knew nothing of the delicious tingling that the right sort of caress with a knowing tongue could trigger in a woman's nipples ... or her pussy.
Jenny swallowed hard as Karen turned her profile toward her in the shower. She remembered how willing the teenage girl had offered up her sweet cunt there on the highway, and how docile she had been while at the pond. How sweet her cute little cunt was!
Finished with her shower, Karen stepped from the stall, dripping water on the floor, realizing instantly that Jenny's gleaming eyes had been watching her. She looked down at her body and blushed. Self consciously and with dread, knowing that Jenny's gaze would lead to the inevitable, Karen picked up a fluffy towel and began to dry her body.
"What kind of work are you in, Jenny?" She asked, trying to create a friendly atmosphere with the hope of taking Jenny's mind off her body.
"When I work, I dance naked at a club. It pays me well, but only in money. I hate the way those bastards stare at me and then go jack off in the fucking toilets."
Karen glanced around. "Uh, where are my clothes?"
"Never mind them, darling come here!"
It was a tone Karen didn't like, the voice of a woman directing a servant harshly.
Holding the towel against her body, she stepped into the living room, looking around for something to put on.
"I told you to come here!" Jenny said sternly. As Karen approached apprehensively, Jenny whipped the towel away, leaving her naked near the chair Jenny sat in.
"You are so beautiful," Jenny said, closing a hand about Karen's waist, pulling her until her thighs were against the chair. Karen cringed, but it did her no good. Jenny's other hand traced about the fluffy pussy hair suggestively.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," Karen said in a shy voice. "Please, where are my clothes?"
"I threw those things out," Jenny replied, turning Karen loose and standing up. She started across the floor, then stopped. She turned and looked at Karen, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. "I thought it would be best for you if we disposed of your old clothes. After all, you can't go back now to wherever you ran away from, can you?"
Karen didn't answer; she bit into her lip nervously.
"Now that you're with me, darling, you can forget all about the city, and what happened to you there."
"What do you mean?" Karen asked.
"After you told me about the man in the desert, and what happened with your brother, I can see why you chose to run away. Maybe it was the best thing for you. It's certainly lucky for me. And you."
Karen felt tremors race through her as Jenny started toward her again, a warm hand moving over the small of her back. The hand stirred her emotions as it moved over the fine hairs along the enticing crack of her rounded ass. Karen shifted uncomfortably, but the hand followed every movement, now sliding into gentle circles.
For a long moment Karen stood there, feeling the hand fondling, feeling. She shivered. The juices began flowing, and Karen was very much aware that her pussy was swelling, too, twitching and becoming sensitive.
"Listen," she said, speaking through tight teeth as she struggled to contain the growing bubbles of sensual feeling and this trap she was caught up in. "I'm very grateful for the food and shower, but I don't want you to get any more crazy ideas like you did at the pond. That was an exception; I was almost drowning. You forced me into that, and I'm not really a pussy licker, like you."
"Just relax, darling," Jenny murmured. "I know what I'm doing."
Jenny's hands brushed the swelling contours of Karen's luscious ass, dipping a finger between the warm, smooth cheeks. She squeezed each cheek in turn.
"It isn't necessary for you to know what you're doing," Jenny went on. "You already did it, let me suck that sweet cunt and you did lick my twat. And where has it gotten you? Here, with me! Now, just relax. Everything will happen naturally."
Jenny stepped behind Karen, and as the teenager stood trembling, Jenny confidently slipped her arms about the small waist. She pulled Karen backwards until Karen felt the spongy breasts of Jenny against her still damp back. She squirmed, not so much from the warmth of Jenny as from the stimulation she was getting from the hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
"Don't ... please, don't," Karen said in an agonized voice.
But Jenny ignored her. Karen felt moist lips nuzzling her neck, trailing down her spine.
She was going to be seduced again, she knew. As the lips moved on her flesh, Karen's mind thought: She's right. I can't go back, yet where am I going? I'm moving forward, deeper into the sex pools, into the weird sex. I wanted to find out about myself, yes, but I am not like this! I'm not a woman lover. I'm not! I like, love, cock! I love beautiful, hard pricks. But what can I do? I have no clothes, no money. The only way out is to take something from the cabin. But she won't let me leave without a fight, I'm sure. She's so much larger than I am, so much stronger ...
Karen sighed with helplessness, with silent fury. What did it matter? What did anything matter?
Jenny heard the sigh, interpreting it as willing submission. The hand circling her waist moved, prolonging the excitement in Jenny. Then" the fingers inched their way up until they were teasing the under slopes of Karen's springy breasts. Her other hand continued sliding over the swelling ass until Karen held her breath to keep from giving in to the impulse to writhe into those fingers.
"No, don't ... Ohhh, please, stop! Don't do any more to me! I can't stand it ... really, I can't!" Karen whimpered, feeling her pussy become hotter, her clitoris swelling. She began to wriggle her ass against the hand.
"I know," Jenny murmured into her ear. "I know just how it feels, darling. It makes you want more, don't it? It makes you want me to drop to my knees and give your sweet pussy a lovely tongue fuck."
With one hand around a breast, the other squeezing a succulent ass cheek, Jenny went on. "Wouldn't it make you feel good to have me kiss and fuck your tasty cunt? Suck your hard little clitoris? Lick your lovely thighs?"
Karen glanced down to see her breast as it was hefted in the hand. She saw her nipple teased by the thumb, and felt the electrical inflammation of the clustered nerves there.
She wanted to let herself go, sag against the woman. But to do so would submit entirely. She knew she would open her slim thighs to the probing hand, and it would move about her ass and into her pussy ... and she would be lost again. If she so much as moved, she knew she would be begging the woman to do anything with her.
She had performed a sexual ballet about the erect, sensitive nipples. They became filled with delicious sensation until they looked bloated. Karen moaned as she bit into her lip, knowing she was crossing the threshold into ecstasy. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples burned, telling her the fire could only be quenched by a kissing, sucking mouth.
"Please, please, stop!" Karen whimpered. "I don't want you to touch me again."
But the hands continued. The one on her breast moved downward, stroking the curve of Karen's hip, her smooth thighs, causing her hair-lined pussy to quiver with anticipation. Karen jerked as the fingers brushed the silken curls of her pussy hair, unable to stop the reflex the fingers triggered inside her steaming body and bubbling cunt.
"No, please!" She groaned helplessly as Jenny continued to rub and feel. Jenny's fingers moved into the springy mass of cunt hair. Karen's body shivered like a playful kitten, her whole body quivering as the hand crept to the lips of her pussy.
Jenny's other hand moved from Karen's ass, moved to her shoulder and over, then it cupped a round breast. Jenny rolled the hard nipple between her fingers, pulling and twisting the nipple that caused Karen to suck in her breath as a moan came from her tight throat.
"Oh ... Ohhhh! You're hurting me! That hurts my nipple! Don't squeeze so hard. Ohhh, don't!" Karen protested in a weak voice, knowing it was what Jenny wanted to hear but unable to stop herself. Have I sunk so low? she asked herself. She must have known what a hot-assed little cunt I am! But how did I get so involved with her? Why couldn't it have been a man ... a man who would fuck me, eat me? How can I accept this against my will? Well, almost against my will, anyway.
"Ohh, don't," she gasped as Jenny twisted the other nipple. She felt torn between discomfort and the betraying flutter of pleasure between her legs. Suddenly, Jenny pinched Karen's nipple very hard.
"Owww!" Karen wailed, squirming wildly, trying to take the hand off her breast.
But the effect of her movements was to part her thighs for a split second, and that was all it took for Jenny's hand to shoot between them. Now she was cupping the hot cunt. Karen felt the woman's hand worming at the pouting pussy lips, and she knew the woman would penetrate and finger fuck her despite all she could do against it.
"Don't ... please don't do this to me!" Karen said, a trace of anger in her voice now. She tried to turn away, but Jenny held her firmly. Every move Karen made seemed to rush the finger toward her pussy. She could feel the tip of the finger nestling between the swollen lips, like a small cock inching into her.
Jenny suddenly turned, spreading her own feet. Karen was forced to turn with her. And it was done; the finger had shoved into her tight cunt, jabbing and probing.
"Ahhhh!" Karen moaned, feeling the finger spear into her bubbling pussy. "Ohhh ... Ooooo," she whimpered, surprised at how easily she had absorbed this. Jenny wiggled her finger into the moistness of her twat, fucking in and out. "Oh, God! Ohhhh. Oooooo!" Karen grunted, squealing as she made a little dance on the impaling finger, her hips jerking in small gyrations.
There was no turning back. She lost all pretense, and now writhed her hips as the finger plunged in and out of her snatch. She no longer tried to pull away, but sagged against Jenny, spreading her thighs and bending her knees so that she was almost squatting on the hand.
Jenny let Karen lower herself, knowing the arousal her finger was creating. She held Karen's weight and crooked a second finger, then sent it deeply into the accepting pussy alongside the other.
"Ohhh, my God! It's ... " Karen didn't want to say it, didn't want to admit it. But the fantastic emotions of feeling two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy was too much. "Ohhh, God! Yes, yes! Do it ... finger me! Finger fuck me! Ohhh, shit ... fuck ... Do it to me! Finger fuck me! Ohhh, yes, finger my hot cunt ... make me come! Ohhhh, piss, prick, cunt ... DO IT!" The words rippled from her mouth mindlessly. She wanted to say them, to enjoy the sound of them, to have those fingers make her come.
Jenny let her go and Karen staggered, her legs wide apart as she struggled to stay upright. Jenny walked around the half squatting girl, facing her now. Her eyes shone with excitement. Karen glanced down, too. Both saw how Jenny was now churning her fingers into Karen's pussy. Karen was helpless to regain either dignity or composure, squatting with jerking hips as the fingers stabbed in and out of her twat.
"Ahhh, yes, YES!" Karen mumbled hotly, eyes glazed as she watched between her thighs. "Finger fuck ... finger fuck me!"
"You're so hot, darling," Jenny said. "You have such a hot, juicy little cunt." She drank in the sight of Karen's wanton posture and nakedness, seeing the firm breasts twist. "You have the hottest, tightest cunt I've ever seen, and you heat up so fucking fast!"
Karen nodded her head, her lower body a blur of motion.
"It's you and me," Jenny went on, breathless with desire. She rammed her fingers into Karen's seething pussy, making Karen rise like a lusting dancer. "It's us, you and me, with not fucking men with those fucking hard cocks to spoil such beauty. Don't you feel hot, very, very hot? Don't you want me to suck and lick on your pretty cunt now? Wouldn't you love to have my tongue fucking you?"
"Ohhh, I ... God! I can't help myself! Yes, yes. Oh, please, yes!" Karen sobbed.
"Unbutton my blouse!" Jenny demanded suddenly. Karen looked blankly, and Jenny pointed to herself. "Unbutton my blouse, I said, and do it quickly!"
With shaking hands, Karen worked at the buttons. "Uhhhh ... Ohhhhh!" Karen gasped, dancing wildly and with abandonment as she worked at the blouse.
"Take it off," Jenny commanded. Karen removed the blouse until it hung down. "My bra, too. Make my breasts naked."
With her breasts now free. Jenny's heat swirled up and struck Karen. A heavy, rich aroma filled her nose, an aroma that Karen could almost taste. For a moment, Karen was disturbed to find that this woman scent of passion actually excited her.
"Now, my skirt," Jenny said, working her fingers into Karen's cunt faster.
Karen pulled the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor. Jenny stepped from it. Karen started to slip her fingers into the waist of Jenny's panties, but she was stopped.
"Not that, not yet!" Jenny said. "Wait until I tell you to take my panties off ... wait until I give you permission to touch my pussy." The harsh tone of Jenny's voice was a warning, but Karen was too involved in the undulations of her ass and slippery pussy to pay much attention.
Without warning, Jenny jerked her fingers from Karen's pussy with such force there was a suctioning sound. Karen gave a low cry of disappointment, falling heavily to her knees. For a second, she had it in her mind to plunge her own fingers into the still throbbing pussy and finger fuck herself furiously.
But Jenny would not allow Karen anything. Sitting down on a low, broad couch stacked with colored cushions, Jenny dropped her blouse and bra to the floor. "Come here, you hot-cunt twat!" she barked.
Karen started to get to her feet.
"No! On your fucking knees, you cunt! Crawl to me!" Jenny snapped. Karen shook her head. She had no idea what Jenny had in mind, but she was not going to be treated like an animal.
"Do as I say, pussy!" Jenny shouted, causing Karen to cringe. Jenny came off the couch and grabbed her discarded skirt, pulling the cloth belt from the loops. Karen stared at it, shivering with fear, but there was also excitement, too.
"Where would you go if I threw your ass out?" Jenny asked, waving the belt.
Karen slumped, choking back her grief. It all sounded like before, in the desert with the man. Why fight against it? she asked herself. She felt far too mauled, physically and emotionally to try and find her way out of these hills.
"All right," she said, her voice weak as she lifted a hand in a placating gesture. She slumped forward and got to her hands and knees. Her moist pussy, exposed to the air as her rounded ass lifted, felt cool. She was exhausted, yet burning with sexual desire. She had no strength to fight. Just do what she wants me to do, she told herself. Get it over with. Maybe she won't be too demanding, won't really hurt me ...
Jenny smiled, a smile of victory, and sat down again in her nylon panties, stockings and shoes. "You're being sensible now, darling. As a matter of fact, I love you too much to harm that sweet body. I could never do what those others did to you, but you must be good to me now. Don't make me angry. Come on, come to Jenny, darling. Crawl on your hands and knees to me. Ohhh, I love the way those pretty titties hang there ... so beautiful."
With a soft whimper, Karen moved, feeling her breasts droop down, swaying with her movement. She felt humiliated and shamed in her undignified position.
"Lovely, darling. Ohhh, you are so beautiful! If you could only see yourself. Those sweet breasts, with those delicious nipples so hard, and your smooth, round ass in the air. And, you're so pretty cunt pooching out between your legs ..." Jenny clapped her hands, bouncing happily on the cushions like some delighted child.
The whole fucking world is filled with nuts, Karen thought. All I do is accept a ride, and look what happens to me. I get myself fucked silly, suck so much cock my jaws hurt, then what happens? A pussy-licking lesbian! I must be just like them, just as wild. I let my brother fuck me, let my sister-in-law lick my pussy, and I licked hers. What does it matter? Eating a big cock or a hairy cunt? It's all the same ...
She saw that Jenny was flushed with excitement, at the way she crawled. Jenny looked at Karen, and Karen waited.
"Take off my shoe, the right one," Jenny ordered. Karen complied. Suddenly the end of the belt shot out and cracked across Karen's back.
"Owww!" Karen yelped in pain. Suddenly she snarled. "That does it! I've had it. I won't take any more abuse from you. Not from you or anyone!"
"But why not, darling?" Jenny asked conversationally. "What will you do? Oh, I'm sure you'd get a ride eventually ... especially all naked that way. There are many men out looking for a nice, pretty girl to fuck."
Karen had been abused by everyone she came into contact with, so much that this information was familiar to her. Everyone wanted only one thing from her, her pussy. It was as if the rest of her was no good, something to be discarded, but her cunt was to be kept and used, fucked and licked. Even her sweet mouth was in demand by men and women. All she could think of now was how she could return home, to those strict parents of hers, or even to the home of her brother and sister-in-law, who were at least were good to here.
"You didn't have to hit me," she said.
"Oh, but I must have absolute obedience. You must pay strict attention to me when we are making love. I don't want you to look at my shoe as you did, or anything else, unless I tell you. I'll punish you if you disobey me."
Jenny had crossed her legs and was swinging her naked foot close to Karen's face. Kiss my foot, darling," Jenny said in a low voice. "Kiss my toes, each of them."
Karen held the foot with both hands as she kissed each of the toes, fighting back distaste. She was ashamed and degraded, knowing there was no immediate way out of doing it.
"Ahhh, that's nice. Now, suck them! Suck my toes, you cunt!" Jenny ordered. "Suck my toes the way you suck a cock!"
The nylon clad toes of Jenny tasted as if they were wrapped in gauze, but Karen closed her mouth over them and sucked. Then she ran her tongue along the undersides.
"Ohhh, lovely! Ahhh, you beautiful little sucker! Lick me! Lick foot! Just pretend my foot is a big cock and you're sucking it! Go on, lick it!"
Trying to shut out of her mind the humiliation she felt, Karen did as she was told. As she licked along the arch of the foot, Jenny threw her other leg over Karen's shoulder.
"Lick me, all the way up!" Jenny ordered. "My leg ... lick along the inside of my leg, cunt!"
Jenny had beautiful legs, Karen thought as she swung her face from side to side, licking the flesh of her calves. To Karen's surprise, she found that the more she applied herself to this, the less it repelled her. She found herself increasing the movement of her tongue, something that delighted Jenny no end.
As she began to lick the hollows of Jenny's knees, she felt a hand caressing the top of her head. And when she began to lick along the thighs, the hand tightened in her hair.
Here it comes, Karen thought. She's going to make me suck her pussy, just like at the pond. She's going to pull my face between her legs, shove my face into her cunt ... and I'll have to lick her off again.
But as her face worked close to the cunt along the smooth inner thighs, she found her head shoved away. She looked up at Jenny from her kneeling position, her pretty face a mixture of revulsion and desire.
"My nylons ... my panties, take them off!" Jenny said, panting as her breasts heaved up and down with heated excitement.
Karen pulled at the nylons as Jenny fell among the cushions, lifting her ass into the air. The nylons came off, then she reached up and grasped the elastic band of the panties, bringing them down. She had seen this woman's pussy already, but the view had been fleeting. Now she gazed at it, seeing the moist clitoris swelling from the pink lips. It was almost in her face, and Karen was hardly aware of the movement her tongue made over her lips. Strangely excited, Karen found herself almost eager to taste the moisture of the swollen pussy.
"No!" Jenny said harshly as Karen was about to pull the remaining nylon off. "Just take my panties off, then put my shoe back on."
Confused, Karen complied. The shoe was the only article of clothing Jenny now wore.
Jenny lifted and swung the leg up onto the couch, her thighs parting and giving Karen a tantalizing view of the bushy twat.
"Now, squat over my foot," Jenny said.
Karen did as told. "That's it, baby," Jenny encouraged. "Just squat there over my foot. Oh, you should see that hairy cunt of yours! Now, darling, put the toe of my shoe into your pussy!"
"What?" Karen stammered.
"Put my shoe inside your cunt. Get your pussy over my shoe and fuck yourself with the point!"
Incredulous, Karen saw that Jenny meant it. She actually wanted her to fuck herself with that goddamn shoe!
"Hurry! Get it in ... get my shoe in your cunt ... fuck that twat with my shoe! Fuck my shoe ... fuck my shoe ..." Jenny chanted, her eyes bright.
It was a nightmare to the teenager. Karen's expression was of surprise, but anticipation, too. Carefully, she hunkered down so that her naked pussy was hovering above the tip of Jenny's shoe. With one hand, Karen held the shoe upright, and with her other hand, she parted the pulsating lips of her cunt. She began lowering herself, inch by inch, squatting, easing her body down until she felt the leather of the shoe prod her enticing snatch. She then grabbed the shoe with both hands, praying that Jenny would not suddenly kick upwards. Karen settled herself down by degrees. Her well-lubricated twat yielded to the taper of the shoe.
"That's it! That's the way ... all the way down on it! Take my shoe up your snatch! Yes, yes!" Up that lovely twat!" Jenny croaked, her eyes blazing as she watched Karen's cunt take more of the shoe. Karen grimaced and worked her crotch until she had as much of the shoe as she could get inside her cunt. She could feel her pussy stretch as she leaned forward to peer between their bodies, her own eyes wide.
"Take your hands off my shoe! You mustn't use your hands!" Jenny shouted in a thick voice.
Gingerly. Karen removed her hands, supporting her weight on her feet, her hands at each side of Jenny's thighs, prepared to jump off if Jenny kicked upwards.
But Jenny didn't kick. Instead, she began to rock her foot up and down. Karen gasped with fear and discomfort, not with pain from the shoe in her, but from her squatting position. She struggled to maintain her balance as the shoe slipped in and out of her pussy. Every movement of Jenny's foot caused Karen to gasp, and in a moment she was coated with perspiration.
She couldn't believe this was happening, yet she could see the shoe buried up her cunt, see the way her hair-lined pussy stretched.
"Bounce up and down! Fuck my foot, darling! Fuck my foot with your hot snatch!" Jenny sang out, and Karen inched up and down. To her surprise, she found that she could bounce without tearing herself apart. It almost felt good now.
"Ohhh, that's nice! Now, suck on my other foot! Suck it while you fuck my shoe!" Jenny demanded. Somehow, without breaking the wriggle of her ass, Karen picked up the other foot and took the toes into her mouth, sucking them as she moved her pussy up and down on the shoe.
Jenny, watching Karen, was thrown into an ecstatic state, rolling back and forth, clutching the couch with clawing fingers. She worked her foot faster and faster as Karen panted and rolled her twisting ass in a wild frenzy as her passion boiled.
Karen was getting a weird kind of satisfaction now.
"Fuck it more! Fuck ... go deeper ... all the way up that cunt!" Jenny panted.
"I can't," Karen wailed. "I can't take any more!"
"Yes you can! More, goddamn you ... fuck my shoe!" Jenny cried out.
"Oh! Oh! No more ... please, I can't!" Karen wailed as Jenny worked her shoe farther into her already stretched pussy.
"More, more! All the fucking way, you cunt!" Jenny screamed, trying to shove her whole foot into Karen's snatch.
"No! Ohhhh, motherfucker!" Karen cried out, bouncing wildly on the shoe now. "Cocksucking, motherfucking, shoe-fucker!" She was lost in the passion she felt, in the wicked motions of her body. "Ohhh, you fucking asshole! You cunt-eating, cocksucking bitch!"
"You feel it, don't you?" Jenny shouted, her face shining with ecstasy, her naked body knotting as she kicked up and down. "Isn't it fun. Isn't it fun to fuck my shoe?"
"Yes! Yes it is ... fuck yes! I'm fucking your shoe ... fuck your whole foot! I'm taking it in my cunt ... my pussy!" Karen was hardly aware of her words because her whole body was crying out for release now.
She threw back her head as she bounced and writhed. It felt as if the whole shoe was inside her pulsating pussy. She felt the immense pleasure as her orgasm radiated up from her swollen pussy. The faster she moved her ass, the better it felt. There was no pain, only wave after wave of rippling ecstasy. Her body shuddered and exploded into orgasm. She pulled herself off the tip of Jenny's shoe, tears in her eyes, sobbing from the amazing orgasm.
But she had no respite. Jenny was upon her, rolling onto her back, scrambling on top of Karen's sweaty body, squatting directly over Karen's face.
"Eat me ... suck me! Suck my hot cunt now!" Jenny ordered, gripping Karen by the hair and pulling her face up into her hairy twat. "Suck me like you've never sucked anything before! Hurry, lick my pussy!"
Karen found her face being smeared by the hairy cunt as it was smashed into Jenny's crotch. Somehow, she managed to find the strength to open her mouth and lock her lips about the steaming slit that covered her face.
"Suck it, suck my cunt!" Jenny screamed.
This is it, she told herself feverishly. Here I am with a face full of pussy again! Sucking cunt ... licking it with my tongue. I've sucked cock, ate pussy, so I must be a horrible girl! I must be a cunt who enjoys eating pussy! No ... I'm not that way at all! I won't be! Only if I'm forced into it. But I'd rather have a nice, hard cock down my throat!
With her nose smashed against the rubbery clitoris, Karen felt her mouth smeared. She felt the quiver of Jenny's pussy. She sucked furiously as Jenny writhed and twisted her naked ass down into her face.
It isn't all that bad, Karen told herself as her tongue thrust in and out of the clutching cunt. I don't really mind it all that much. I sort of like the way it holds my tongue ... the way it seems to kiss my mouth ...
Desperately, with her mind inflamed in passion, Karen fought hard to tongue fuck the cunt. Her jaws opened wide so she could taste the whole of it, and her tongue lashed into the slippery pussy until Jenny gave a yelp of pleasure, and Karen felt her shudder into orgasmic fulfillment.
Chapter Nine
When Karen came out of her exhausted sleep, she turned to the light coming through the window. The sun was high, telling her that she had slept until midday. Is it all real? She asked herself as it came flooding to her mind. Did I really do all that? Actually fuck myself with a shoe? Am I in some weird dream world, a world where everything is false, yet real? A world where everyone -- men and women -- can use me at their pleasure ... use my body, my pussy, mouth, just as they desire?
She tried to get up and found she couldn't. Momentarily, she almost went into a panic. She found her arms and legs had been tied to the corners of the bed during the night. Just as she was about to . scream out, Jenny came into the room, naked. "Good morning, darling," she said cheerfully. "I've thought up a new game for us before breakfast."
"What are you TALKING about? What do you MEAN? Untie me. Jenny! Let me GO, you crazy bitch!" Karen screamed. After she had expressed her anger, she fell silent, glaring at Jenny.
"Just lie still," Jenny said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, lacing some kind of leather strap about one of Karen's firm breasts. Once she had it in place, she drew it tight, connecting the end to another one she had placed on the other breast.
"My God, that don't feel good! It HURTS, you bitch!" Karen yelled. "Take them off me! The band, drawn tightly around her breasts had forced the springy flesh into a contorted cone from which only the nipples protruded.
Sobbing with humiliation, Karen watched in fear as Jenny straddled her upper body, spreading her long thighs. When Jenny gripped the column of one breast, Karen yelped in pain. But Jenny refused to let go. Instead, with a grin of lust on her face, she spread the lips of her hairy pussy and guided one of Karen's erect nipples into her twat.
Angling her head down, Karen watched, not believing it. The woman had corseted her breast with a weird device for the sole purpose of using the thrusting nipple as an artificial cock.
The slippery socket of Jenny's cunt sucked at the swollen nipple, sucked it in until Karen could feel the tip of her breast being clasped by it. Then, making sure it was secure in her pussy, Jenny began twisting sideways, then up and down. Karen could feel Jenny's pussy at her nipple, could watch this strange fuck.
Oblivious to Karen's sobs, Jenny bounced her naked as up and down, her heavy breasts jiggling. Faster and faster Jenny's ass worked, until Karen thought her nipple would be rubbed raw.
"Oooohhh, watch!" Jenny cried out. "You're fucking me ... fucking me with your sweet tit! With your nipple! Oh, it's good, wonderful, fucking my pussy with your beautiful breast!"
Karen nursed her somewhat bruised breasts all through lunch and into the afternoon. Only after a long time had it regained some of it's normal feeling, and even then the nipple was almost too sensitive to touch. But no sooner had they finished lunch when Jenny threw herself on a couch in the main room and called for Karen to come to her.
Karen came, sulking and apprehensive. The only thing she had on her mind now was how to get away from this woman's control. She saw Jenny lying on her back, with her curving ass hanging over the edge of the cushions, her legs wide apart.
"Lean over me." Jenny said. Jenny then sucked at Karen's breasts for a long time. Karen had to support herself on elbows and tried to ignore the sensations. Despite all the things that had happened to her. Karen was still easily aroused.
Finally. Jenny pulled her mouth off Karen's tormented breasts, rolling over and sliding from the couch until she was kneeling over the cushions, resting her head and shoulders there. She angled her legs so they were apart, causing her ass cheeks to split. Then Jenny arched her rounded ass into the air.
"Lick me, baby! Tongue me!" she grunted, squirming her smooth ass in the air with a lewd desire. "Lick me and rim me with that wet tongue of yours! Lick my ass! Lick me right in my asshole! Come on, suck my asshole! Tongue fuck my up my asshole!"
Karen stood there, staring at the waving ass, unable to move. Jenny turned to face Karen over her shoulder. "I said to tongue fuck me in the ass, damn it! Do it before I get up and slap the piss out of your naked ass!"
Karen shivered, then glanced about. For the first time she noticed the objects of torment displayed on the walls of the cabin. She saw whips and canes, wrist and ankle bracelets. A shudder went through her as she looked at them. She took a deep breath, then slowly dropped to her hands and knees, crawling up to Jenny's waving ass.
She leaned her face forward, seeing the expanse of creamy ass. the pucker of Jenny's asshole. It seemed to clench and relax with anticipation. Taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes. Karen licked the tip of her tongue out in a timid, exploratory gesture, fluttering it over the smooth flesh of one smooth cheek tentatively.
"Not my ass cheek, you cocksucking cunt!" Jenny yelled at her. "I said my asshole!"
Karen ran her tongue over the inside of Jenny's ass cheek, probing in a delicate manner at the crinkled hole. Jenny wiggled her ass with pleasure when she felt the moist tongue swipe at her asshole. She shoved her ass back into Karen's face, demanding more. Karen shoved her tongue stiffly against the tight pucker, pressuring with all her strength at the resisting opening.
"Lick it! Lick my asshole! Ohhh, that feels so good! Lick all around it! All around my asshole!" Jenny's voice came muffled, because she was pressing her face into the pillows. Karen fluttered her tongue, licking about the tight asshole. The more she obliged this woman's desires by licking her asshole, the more Jenny seemed to go out of her mind with an intensity of sexual delirium. Karen had thought she had seen the extreme heights of Jenny's passion, but she was only seeing the surface of it. Before Jenny knew what was happening, Karen stabbed her finger into the pucker of the asshole, delving deeply. Jenny moaned in pleasure as the finger shot up her asshole and she humped the couch with her pussy, even as Karen fucked her finger in and out of the tight hole. Soon Karen found she could lean back and all but forget the woman in front of her. As long as she kept her finger fucking back and forth, Jenny seemed to be completely strung out with rapture, grinding her ass against Karen's plunging finger.
Making sure her finger continued moving, Karen looked around. She saw a heavy redwood burl that sat on a table nearby to use as a candle holder. Stretching as far as she could, not breaking the rhythm of her fucking finger in the asshole, she hefted the piece of wood. Then, positioning herself cautiously, she lifted it high in the air, and with a swift, sure motion, brought it down against the back of Jenny's head, hard.
Chapter Ten
The minute Karen entered the car she had flagged down on the highway about an hour after leaving the cabin, she knew she had gotten into the wrong car -- as usual.
"How are you, kid?" the man said, reaching across her to slam the door. His breath smelled of liquor, and he was heavy, with a scratchy stubble on his face.
Karen didn't have to return his look to know that he was giving her a speculative examination. She could tell exactly what was going on inside his mind, and it made her shiver, made her flesh crawl as she felt herself sitting next to another lecherous person who was undressing her mentally.
The man laughed as they rode along and Karen paid no attention to his babbling because she was busy trying to figure out where she was going. But then a hairy hand, with sausage-like fingers, crept across the car seat and began to move up her thigh.
All right, she told herself, sucking in a deep breath of resignation. If this is the way things are to be, the way I'm meant to be, it only confirms my suspicions that I'm no good at all. If I was a good girl, then men and women wouldn't always be trying to feel me up, do things with my body.
"Let's get it over with," she said, not looking at him. The car swerved, then there was a long moment of silence.
"What? Get what over with, honey?" the man asked in a husky voice, pulling his hand off her thigh.
"Just pull the car over and take what you want. Fuck me ... if that's what you want to do. Or just take your cock out, mister, and I won't fight at all. You want me to blow you, just take it out and I'll suck it off. Just take whatever you want from me, my pussy or my mouth. Then we can get on down the road." Her voice was hard.
"Why, I swear I didn't think you was that kind of girl, honey," the man said. "I didn't mean anything by feeling your leg. But if that's how you feel about it, why, I'm your man. Yes, indeed!"
The car swung from the highway and bounced over a rain ditch, then they were on some kind of trail, bouncing along with the car bottoming out on creaking springs until they were deep into a stand of tall trees.
The man shut the engine off, shaking his head at the sound of the radiator boiling and hissing. He drew up one leg, turning to look at the beautiful young girl. He had not thought he could have gotten away with it so easily. But girls nowadays, they made things so easy for a man to get his cock wet ... they sure as hell did!
Karen turned and looked at him, her eyes cold and unemotional. After all that she had been through, she didn't care what the man wanted of her. She would let him fuck her all he wanted, or she would suck his cock off until his balls turned blue, it didn't matter to her any longer. It was just one more nightmare to get through, so that she could move a little farther down the road in her confused flight, in her attempt to resolve this burning, all-consuming passion that tormented her.
"Ain't you wearing no bra under them there clothes?" the man asked, his eyes lighting up as they riveted on the straining tips of her nipples, the outline of her spongy breasts obvious.
Karen looked at him, saying, "What the fuck do you care if I wear a bra or not?" She didn't want a long conversation about her body. I'm getting to be one hard cunt, she told herself. But what did it matter? The man was going to fuck her, or do something to her, wasn't he? It no longer matters if I am getting hard.
"Well ..." the man mumbled, savoring the toughness Karen was trying to put across. "I don't much give a shit if you do or don't, honey. I kinda like girls who don't wear bras, or panties, for that matter. That sorta tells a fella they're ready for some good fucking."
He reached across the seat, trailing his fingers along the slope of her breast, pinching her nipple with thumb and finger.
Pain rippled through her; it was the same nipple Jenny had used in her bizarre fuck. One of her hands lifted to massage the ache; the other struggled with the door handle of the car. She no longer wanted to be with this rough man. She wanted out of the whole scene, away from the mess she had gotten herself into. Her hard manner of a moment ago crumbled beneath the man's cruel pinch. But the handle of the door flopped loosely, and the door wouldn't budge.
The man was breathing hard now, his eyes gleaming. He opened his door and began to edge out. "You're a sassy little cunt," he said. "Why, you ain't got no call to say words like that to me. Girls that talk that way usually will do anything a guy wants. They'll suck cock, even. I bet you're a dandy little cocksucker."
Karen shivered, her mind racing. That's what I am, I guess. He must want that; he wants me to suck him off. What can I do about it, though? If he sticks his cock in my mouth, I'll just have to suck it off.
He stood outside the car now, looking in at her. Karen's dress, taken from Jenny, wasn't the best of all, nor did it fit her the way it should. Her slender thighs were revealed, and the man looked at them with his thick tongue hanging out.
Suddenly, Karen didn't want to go through with this.
"Look," she said in a shaky voice, "I'm sorry I was rude or whatever to you, mister. Let's just go back, okay? Please, can't we go back and forget about this. You can drop me off like it never happened. Please."
The man snorted. "Why, I can't do that, honey. No, I couldn't do that at all. Pretty little girl like you, ain't often a man like me can have a piece of ass from a girl so young and nice. 'Course, ain't many of you young cunts around these mountains, and none I know of who will just up and ask a man to fuck her. I kinda like a girl asking that of a man."
"Seems to me, you being way out here and all, hitching on the road that don't go nowhere except down there in the valley," he pulled a pocket knife from his pants. "Seems to me you might be one of these kids I been hearing about that runs away. I could turn you in, but maybe you could do something for me. We could keep all this a secret. You do for me, and I do for you, right?"
Karen's eyes were wide with terror now. She didn't understand half of what the man was saying, because in her mind she was seeing herself back in the desert cabin with the first man, the knife near her head. It seemed as if it all were repeating itself.
"Please, Mister, please. Don't do anything to hurt me! Don't use that knife.. I didn't say ... I didn't mean anything. I'm sorry I was rude. I'll do whatever you want, anything you tell me to do." Karen was whispering now, tears of fear in her eyes.
"Well, now," the man smiled, replacing the knife. "I guess I had it figured out right. Just a pretty little girl running away. You know, I couldn't hurt you, not with you acting so nice to me now. You sure are pretty, honey." He began breathing deeply.
She tried to smile at him, tried not to flinch when he reached into the car and placed his hand on her lap, moving it to her rounded knee. Her eyes followed the stubby fingers with a mesmerized fear. The hand moved up her leg, then it was under her skirt, going higher, slipping between her warm, creamy thighs and feeling the soft inner flesh, her skirt moving upwards.
She glanced at his face and saw eyes glittering with desire as he gazed at her exquisite thighs. She was proud, now, to have this sexy, desirable body; it had taken his mind from the knife. She looked back at his hand and saw it move to her other thigh. The skirt was now at her crotch, and the man was feeling the upper part of her warm thighs with eagerness.
"Yes, sir, prettiest girl I seen in many a year," the man said, grinning as his hand moved about.
Karen smiled nervously at him, brushing a hand through her copper-colored hair. She tried to relax, to enjoy what he was doing to her. It was the only defense she had; to enjoy his overtures. That way, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.
"You really think so?" she said. She tried to sound shy, not wanting to antagonize him with teasing. She knew by this time how little it took to set a man off with anger. She also knew that she could use her body to calm a man's anger by getting his interest.
"Honey," he said. "I can see you got the prettiest little body a girl ever had. I've had to fuck flabby old gals so long, I'd just about forgot what a nice young girl was like, and that's a fact."
Karen looked the man straight in the eye. Deliberately she lifted her hands and slowly began to open the dress, working the front loose. The man's eyes watched her, glowing as she exposed one flawless breast. She pulled the top of her dress wide and almost giggled when the man swallowed hard, loudly.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just this, sir," she replied. Karen took a deep breath and arched her naked breasts forward in an inviting manner. She felt very naked under the trees. Glancing down at her breasts, she saw the still discoloration where Jenny had used the leather strap.
The man jabbed a finger toward the bruise. "You know what that mark means?" he asked, suddenly. "That's the mark of sin, that's what it is!"
He gazed at her breast for a long time, and she felt a cold chill go through her. His personality seemed to change immediately when she revealed her breasts.
"Get out of that car, you little tramp!" he shouted at her, grabbing her wrist.
He dragged her past the steering wheel, tugging her along with him, her bare breasts jiggling. She stumbled behind him as he turned and reached into the back seat. She cringed when she saw the rope. She tried to jerk away, but he held her like a powerful vise. With the rope in his hand, he dragged her to the rear of the car.
"Sin!" the man shouted, his eyes wild-looking. "Sinning is for animals, beasts! Beasts that sin and mistreat the good body we have. You're an animal a beast!"
With those words, he threw Karen roughly against the trunk of the car and set about knotting the rope about her wrists. Once he had her arms secure, he let go of her, jogging to the side of the car and passing the rope through the handle. Then he ran behind her, throwing the rope over her head. He used the opposite door for the rope and, spinning the now frightened Karen around so that she was sprawled on her face, her breasts smashed against the metal. Her brain whirling with this sudden turn of events, sagged with horror as her arms were stretched out.
Sprawled as she was, her hands up and over the rear window, she began to cry. Before she had time to react to his intentions, she was securely bound, her face pressed against the glass of the rear window.
"No! No! Don't!" she wailed. "Please don't do this to me! I told you, mister, I'll do anything you want. You don't have to tie me up like this. Please, let me go!"
"Sinning beast!" the man babbled crazily.
Mumbling incoherently, he shoved her dress up to her waist. She was not wearing panties, and he gasped loudly as he saw the lovely, compact, smooth beauty of her swelling ass.
"Gad, she's covered with marks!" he said to himself.
Karen knew he was referring to the marks left by the belt. She thrashed her legs, but it was no use; she was tied securely, vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do with her. "Oh, God," she murmured with terror. To herself, she thought: he's a lunatic, a nut! What is he going to do to me?
The rope cut into her wrists as she struggled, knowing it was hopeless. She wanted so badly to be free, off this car. She felt more vulnerable to his lust than ever before. Quivering in helpless fear, she craned her neck as far as she could just in time to see him drop his pants. He kicked them away, then shoved his shorts after them. His cock was almost hard. Her breath sucked in because his prick looked as big as his forearm, with a large head dripping in readiness.
A horrible suspicion came to her as she realized her position, of her naked ass, jutting up into the air as if she were a girl awaiting the paddle for some misdeed. The only difference was, her ass was naked and vulnerable. The man scampered away, and she watched his cock swing to and fro. The man again reached into the rear of the car. She tried to see through the back glass, but it was too dirty.
Again he came back to her. She cringed her cunt into the car as she felt his rough hands move over her smooth ass. She shivered as a thick finger traced the delicate split between the cheeks. As his hand moved about her ass, she felt a slippery substance being smeared on her. She twisted her head as far as possible, and her eyes went wide when she saw what he was doing.
He was smearing a can of engine oil over her flesh!
He held the can so the oil ran down the crack of her ass, anointing her puckered asshole, even creeping into the hair of her pussy. In horror she watched him upend the can over his swollen cock next. His prick seemed to become even larger, harder. With one hand, he smeared the oil about his cock as if he were jacking it off.
With his cock well oiled, he moved up behind Karen. She felt his hands on her ankle, then he had both ankles. He forced her legs up, her knees rising to either side of her body until she was in a grotesque position, her pussy and ass widely apart. Next he placed his feet into the channel between the slope of the car and chrome bumper. Karen looked like a frog ready to leap, but no place to leap to.
She didn't need to see any more; she knew what he had in mind now. She pressed her face hard against the car, letting her sobs of anguish and shame flood out. This was something she'd managed to escape in her flight until now.
The man was mumbling and cursing as he gripped her ass cheeks. He ran his hand over her ass, between the cheeks to probe at her clenched and resisting asshole. She felt his body as he bent his knees, centering his cock underneath the globes of her trembling ass.
Her position was humiliating. She screamed softly in shame and fear as his cock began to brush up and down between the warm crack of her ass. She felt him make a tentative stab against her asshole, and she tried to close it against his invasion. For a moment, the man seemed satisfied to rub the head of his cock against her tight asshole, and she hoped desperately that he would come before he could enter her body.
The man rubbed his cock about the cheeks of her ass, then again slipped it between them. Suddenly, he lunged upward and forward, forcing the oily head directly into the slippery center of her asshole. His hands on her hips pulled, and he managed to wedge the swollen head of his cock into a painful penetration of her never before fucked asshole. Despite her efforts to keep her asshole closed tightly against this, it did her no good.
She gasped as his cock entered her ass, then wailed loudly with a sharp pain. Her wail turned into a scream of torture as his well-oiled cock speared into her ... up her slippery asshole. It was agony to her; her asshole felt on fire.
"No! Noooo!" she screamed. "Please, take it out! Don't do it to me there! Not there! Oh God, it hurts something fierce! Please, take it out of me! Fuck me, mister, but not there, not in my ass! I've never done it this way before! Please, fuck me, in my pussy! Use my cunt, mister! Ohhhh, not in my ass ... not up my asshole! You're too big ... for my asshole!"
The man grunted, paying no attention to her. He was inside her tight asshole now, his long, thick cock far up inside her. He began to ram his cock inch by inch into her resisting asshole. She felt as if live coals had been stuffed into her ass, as if the man had ignited a fire inside her body. She could feel her asshole being stretched, opening, yielding to his long, hard prick.
Sobbing mindlessly, Karen tried to find some way out of this, but there was none. The man seized her higher up on her hips and jerked her downward, pulling her body onto his throbbing cock harshly. Karen shrieked, but slowly, very slowly, the agonizing pain in her asshole seemed to fade. His cock continued its relentless filling of her ass.
She seemed filled to the stomach with the bulk of his thick cock as it battered farther up her no longer virgin ass. She could feel her asshole stretching with the hard, powerful thrusts he made. She felt his balls against the round cheeks of her ass. The man then began to saw in and out of her.
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhhh," Karen whimpered against the grimy window of the car, her tears flowing as the humiliation increased. "Ohhhh, please ... it hurts me so! It hurts me bad, mister! Take it out, please! Take it out of my asshole!"
The man grunted, ramming brutally into the forever stretched asshole.
"Don't, please don't Please, don't fuck me in my asshole! Let me ... let me suck you off, mister! Let me suck your cock! I'm a very good cocksucker! I love to suck a man's cock off. I'll let you come in my mouth, mister, let you spurt your come down my throat! I'll do anything you like, but please don't fuck me in my asshole anymore!"
He continued to ignore her, pumping relentless into her tormented ass. Babbling about sin and yelping with his pleasure at the fantastically tight hold Karen's asshole exerted on his stabbing cock, he lunged with increasing speed, driving deeper into her body, his hairy balls slamming against the curves of her creamy ass.
"Ohhhh, don't!" Karen continued to protest, to plead with him. "I can't stand any more of this! Please, no more ... no more!"
Never had she felt such pain. She clung to the ropes for life, biting her lips as she felt her breasts and hair-lined cunt being scraped against the metal of the car. She was vaguely aware of the suctioning sounds his cock was making as he fucked her in the ass. To her, this was worse than anything she had ever endured, ten times worse than being forced to fuck the toe of Jenny's shoe.
Savage and unrepenting, the man continued to ream the ripe hole of her ass with his huge cock. Holding her with the strength of a bear, he dragged Karen down until her succulent ass smacked at his heavy paunch, his cock riding high up her asshole.
It went on and on, and she prayed desperately for him to come quickly. But the man seemed to have the staying power of a bull. More than once, Karen thought she had fainted with the degradation, of being fucked this way, only to be flung farther into the pit of humiliation by his lunging cock. Waves of agony coursed through her shaking body. She wailed with it, with this ultimate sacrifice of her innocence. She felt his cock, stiffen even more, ever so much like a steel pole, and she tensed her muscles, hoping that at last it would end.
She heard his breathing grow more rapid, and she felt him jabbing into her ass with quicker motions. Then there was a loud whoop from him, and she felt his body crash against the back of hers. He began to grind his hips against the soft, swelling cheeks of her ass, and she felt the flood of his semen gush into her asshole.
She heard his breathing slow somewhat, and she collapsed, limp and numb, as his cock retreated. She felt it pulled from her abused asshole and was grateful for the cool air that soothed her still spread cheeks. She could feel a pulse beating in her rectum, and of the harshness of the car against her naked breasts. She felt the revolting sensation of his come seeping out of her asshole, oozing down the insides of her thighs.
And, to her surprise, Karen was aware of something else. Her pussy was dripping with moisture, and her clitoris was fluttering as if she were on the very brink of a tremendous come, herself.
Chapter Eleven
After the humiliating experience with the man in the woods, Karen had walked most of the day and all night, trudging along the road, not really knowing where she was going. All she knew was that she was moving deeper into the mountains. She refused ride after ride, determined not to get caught again in the clutches of some other man with such weird desires. Actually, she didn't consider it weird to be fucked up her asshole, but she did think it horrible that man used engine oil as a lubricant.
It had not been easy, after staggering into the small cafe on her swollen feet; it had not been easy to eat the breakfast she could not pay for. She blushed and stammered when she told the old man this, and was surprised when he agreed to give her some work. Apparently, it had been just as hard for the man, because he had shifted and stammered about it, allowing as how business had not been very good lately, and he didn't really know if he could use her. But at last he agreed to let her work and draw meals for her labor. He also said she could sleep in one of the unused cabins near the small lake. He finally consented to pay her a little money.
As far as Karen was concerned, the arrangement was perfect; she did her work, slept with exhaustion each night, curled up on the sagging little cot inside the still musty cabin, and felt after a week -- that she had really escaped from everyone and her insatiable sexual hunger.
With no one but the old man around, and the occasional tourists, Karen was not bothered by the raging beast that still paced her body, at least not for a time.
For two weeks things were very peaceful and serene for her, and color had come into her cheeks, giving her a young, country girl appearance. The clear mountain air gave her back the vitality of youth, and her eyes regained the sparkle. She was happy and content.
She was still a little afraid to venture down the mountain road to the small settlement and buy herself some clothing. The dress she had taken from Jenny was becoming faded after its nightly washing, and Karen wasn't aware just how much, of a mountain girl she was becoming. She did not realize the freshness of her face, the roundness of her body, the way it wiggled and squirmed so enticingly had returned ... until the fishing party arrived.
Up from the valley, the group of five men had settled into the cabins and made the quiet lakeside resound with their shouts and coarse jokes and laughter. Karen tried to assert her aloofness from the first day she began to wait on them. She even went so far as to slap the first man that gave her a teasing pinch on her rounded ass, although she felt the stirrings of her two-weeks' dormant passion begin to bubble between her thighs.
With every day that passed, however, the five men joked with her less and less. She became aware of a peculiar tension that developed between her and the men. Not like the awkwardness she felt when some trucker or stray traveler eyed her body when they stopped at this small, out of the way cafe, but a rising sense of being the only female around that was not becoming old and fat. Karen was the only delectable female for miles around, and it drew attention to her.
"I swear, baby," one of the men said that evening during his dinner, "you look like you're about to poke right out of that old dress you been wearing."
Karen glanced down, flushing when she saw her breasts were clearly outlined, her nipples thrusting provocatively against now thin material. When she lifted her eyes, she saw another of the men was looking directly at her crotch with a dreamy expression on his face. With sudden embarrassment, she realized she was standing with the fading sunlight at her back, and her body was fully outlined through the almost transparent thinness of the dress.
Biting her lips nervously, she fled to the kitchen. She sat down for a moment, breathing hard, realizing how deeply into her subconscious she had driven all thoughts of sex. Now, with the man looking through her thin dress, she felt herself trembling with hot desire. She thought of how the men had been looking at her, smiling in their teasing ways, leering, speculation in their eyes, as if imagining how she stacked up against all those centerfold girls in the men's magazines.
She was in bed later, her knees drawn up, reading an old magazine. She heard the creaking of her door and looked up, hastily drawing the sheet over her thighs, squinting into the dim light to see who was trying to sneak into her cabin.
It was one of the fishermen, a man the others called Jack. He entered her cabin and closed the door behind him, then put a finger to his lips to shush her as she opened her mouth to tell him to get out.
"Shhh," he said. "Don't get your ass in an uproar, baby, he said.
He crossed the floor swiftly, sitting down unbidden on the side of her cot as she shrank against the wall, glaring with anger, but also with a familiar feeling of fear.
"Get out of her, you bastard!" she hissed at him. "Get out! I'll scream; I mean it! I'll scream my lungs out!"
More than anything else, she was offended by the fact that she had been regarding this particular man as the most polite and considerate of them all, the one who rarely had anything to say except a kind word of thanks to her. This man was the one she had assumed respected her. And now, here he was, the first of them to sneak into her cabin. It made her more furious than afraid.
"Out! Get out of here!" she snapped. "You get your ass out of here -- now!"
"Hey, calm down," he said softly. "Don't get excited."
Karen's obvious fear and anger rattled the man. and he looked around uneasily, an expression of guilt on his face.
"Look," he said, motioning for her to quiet down and fishing into his back pocket. She watched him with suspicious eyes as he fumbled a wallet out. Then her eyes widened as his trembling fingers extracted fifty and a twenty from it, holding the money out to her.
"It's all I can spare right now. I mean it. I don't want you to get angry, honest I don't. I just wanted ... well, I wanted you to have some money so you could buy a new dress and ... and all. I can see you're kind of hard up. I didn't mean anything, honest. I jus, wanted to help, that's all."
With those words, he thrust the money at her.
Karen looked at it, then at the man. She glanced once again at the money. It was just about as much as she saw go through the cash box in a week at the cafe. She looked back at the man. He was very nervous, twisting his head with embarrassment. Suddenly, her fear was gone and she softened. She saw through this man, saw the impulse that had brought him to her and the awkwardness he felt at her reaction.
She reached out and took the money, aware of how much it could do for her clothes, makeup, a ticket out of the mountains. She gripped the money. Seventy dollars! Karen looked at the bills again, then thrust them inside the pillow case.
The man smiled, nodding his head, but made no move to get up and go. Instead, he edged toward her, sliding along the cot. Without a word he picked up the blanket, threw it from her legs. For a moment Karen refused to give up her hold on it. Wordlessly, they played tug-of-war until the man removed it slowly, pulling it down until Karen's fingers ached with the strain of keeping it up.
Jack still said nothing. She could see the gleam in his eyes, see his arousal, and the cot creaked as he shifted his weight. He peeled the blanket from her.
All the way down the blanket went, uncovering her knees and calves. With a trembling hand, he placed his fingers on her naked ankle. Karen flinched, holding her breath as he began to caress her lower leg.
"You could buy a nice electric razor, shave those pretty legs ... buy all kinds of nice things a girl should have," he whispered, hoarsely. His hand continued to rub the inside of her lower leg. Karen didn't answer him, but she sat in a frozen attitude, not really knowing what she would -- or could -- do to make him stop. "You're a very pretty girl," he went on, slipping his hand farther up to the rounded knee. Karen fought to keep her muscles there from twitching, to show she was responding to his caressing hand. "You remind me of my wife. She was a pretty girl, too, when she was your age. My wife left me, you know. She just up and left without a word ... left me for ..."
"Don't!" Karen interrupted him, breaking through her heavy breathing. "Please, I don't want to hear about it." She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes and ears against him.
"Sure, sure ... okay," Jack sighed. But he didn't stop fondling her leg. The cot creaked again as he moved closer, lifting her legs to one side to make room for himself. Karen heard his breathing and then felt it on her neck as she strained to keep from looking at him. She clenched her jaws tightly as he pressed his lips to her warm neck, then kissed her cheek. Again he kissed her, working his lips silently down her neck as Karen bit her lip, praying that he would leave her before her own intense passion became too strong for her to control. As it was, she could feel it boiling around between her thighs, feel her cunt becoming very moist. She lacked the will to shove him away, to stop this.
The man stopped kissing her when he reached the profile of her collar bone and the hollow of her throat. Karen suddenly flinched when she felt his hands on her breasts. But he wasn't feeling of them, not yet. He was opening her dress, gasping with passion as he fumbled with the buttons. Karen heard him suck in his breath as her shapely breasts sprang up nakedly. Jack gazed at them, at the firm, flawless teenage breasts with their pink, rubbery nipples, and she lay there, unmoving, feeling herself lose control.
She kept her eyes shut and felt the man pull her dress until it was free of her shoulders. She even lifted her arms as he peeled it down from her body, leaving it bunched at her waist. She shivered, and Karen wasn't sure it was because of the coolness of the late evening air or the fact that a man was once again gazing at her steaming body, of his intent, or if she was anticipating a hard cock filling her constantly moist pussy again.
Just be gentle with me, her mind asked silently. Please fuck me gently. Be gentle with me and it will be so good, for both of us. I want to feel your hard cock inside my pussy, stretching my cunt, but slowly ... gently ...
The man was leaning over her again, kissing her fresh-tasting flesh, working his lips on the forward slope of her breasts. Down and then over the swelling out-curving of one, kneading the spongy flesh between his hungry lips, reaching the nipple as Karen's stomach knotted, her passion steaming as hotly as ever, her pussy quivering and swelling, eager now. Jack closed his lips over one succulent tip. Karen felt her blood race hotly, and she surged upwards, stuffing more of her delightful breast into his mouth.
His lips moved to take the other breast, covering it with hot kisses first, and all the time his lips and tongue were busy at her breasts, his hand was stroking higher and higher shoving her dress up as the fingers skated on the tense, smooth flesh of her thighs. The blood pounded and roared through Karen's body, throbbing at her temples as the man sucked on her nipple. She clenched her small fists at her sides as the hunger grew like a balloon in her crotch. The more the man sucked at her nipple, the more Karen relaxed and responded to him, ready to submit to the thing she didn't want, her body betraying her again as it had before, the passion sparkling inside her swelling cunt.
Oh, God, her mind blazed. It's happening all over again! Again and again, I want to be fucked, get my pussy licked! I want him to do everything to me and I want ... want to suck his cock off into my mouth ... taste his come squirting over my tongue and down my throat ... even feel his cock up my asshole!
Her heated message bounced around inside her head, but Karen couldn't articulate the words out loud. Her body was arching and squirming beneath his hands and mouth, and she couldn't use her voice to tell him what she wanted. She felt Jack move as he pulled her body down until she was flat on her back. She wanted to speak, to tell him to fuck her gently, but the words wouldn't come. Jack carefully spread her out flat, then shoved her dress up until it was about her small waist. Only then did Karen move, and that was to lift her curvy ass so he could make her fully naked below as well as above her waist. When Jack started pulling her dress down over her hips, wanting her to be totally naked, she lifted her swelling ass with a small whimper of consent. She didn't watch him drape her dress carefully and neatly over the back of a kitchen chair she had in the room. She lay immobile, naked and waiting, shivering with eagerness. She didn't want to move, afraid of breaking the delicious spell she felt.
I suppose this makes me a whore, her mind said. I've taken his money, and now he's going to fuck me. A whore takes money for her cunt, takes money from a man, and then lets him shoot his cock off into her someplace. Does a whore suck cock? Does a whore suck a cock off and swallow all that delicious come? Do they take a cock up their asshole? Am I a different kind of whore, one that will take a cock any place the man wants to stuff it? Does a whore feel like I do, all wet and ready for it? Do they come, too?
The clink of Jack's belt broke into her thoughts. She heard the rasp of his zipper and the sound of his pants being removed. She wanted to open her eyes and look at his cock, yet she didn't want to. Her hands seemed to itch with the desire to touch it, feel it, test the thickness of his prick. Yet she kept them clenched at her naked hips. She felt his fingers move down her flat, writhing stomach, and then he was digging at her pelvis. Karen trembled as his fingers located her hard, sensitive clitoris, and her pussy arched into the air as a small cry of pleasure bubbled from her lips.
Karen wanted gentleness, but Jack was too excited now, too aroused, by the luscious sight of her beautiful, succulent teenage body stretched out so sweetly before him. He seized her ankles and spread her legs wide, revealing her coppery-haired pussy even as he scrambled between them. The cot protested on weak springs as though it would collapse with their combined weight. Jack knelt over Karen's writhing body, scooping her ass upwards toward his waving prick. He made a thrust, and Karen cried out with a small pain as the swollen head of his cock struck the tender tissue between her cunt and asshole.
"Owww!" she moaned, her silence breaking as the smooth head of his prick finally parted the moist, hairy lips of her pussy and began to enter her. "It hurts," she whimpered as he attempted to penetrate the tight-lipped pussy by brute force.
Jack gasped, letting Karen's ass drop to the cot. "You're too tight, to goddamn tight for me." Karen opened her eyes and looked at him as he sat on his heels, his eyes gazing at her fine, sweet pussy. He reached a finger out and probed at her cunt. "You're all wet and slippery, but too tight for my cock!"
Karen lifted her pussy to his fingers, making small circles with her hips to let him know she was hot, and getting hotter by the second.
"So damned tight in there," Jack grunted, worming his finger around the gripping lips, rubbing at her delicate clitoris.
Karen rolled her ass about as he finger fucked her, mewling with delight. She pulled her knees up, tilting her cunt to make it easier for him to finger fuck her. She was steaming now, and it seemed as if it had been months since a man had fingered her like this. His finger worked swiftly; then as Karen revolved her crotch for him, he jerked his finger from her pussy. Once again he scooped her naked ass up in both palms. She felt the enormous head of his cock probing at the lips of her cunt again, and unable to wait any longer, she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding it to her pussy. Jack rammed brutally against her, bringing another moan of discomfort from Karen.
Karen couldn't wait, couldn't control herself now. She wanted to get fucked so badly she threw her legs high into the air with a gesture of open wantonness, then brought her knees hard against her swelling breasts, smashing them as she arched her, pussy against his cock. The sides of her pussy parted for him, and the spongy lips yielded to the throbbing length of his prick. She felt him slide all the way into her pussy, driving up her cunt, plunging into her until she felt the sharp slap of his hairy balls against her upturned ass cheeks.
The cot began to sing as Jack started fucking her, gouging and reaming her tender, sensitive cunt with the horny bulk of his long, thick cock, Karen reached up and grasped the railing of the cot above her head with both hands, trying to brace herself to absorb the powerful thrusts that threatened to knock her off the narrow bed. She swung her ass up to meet him with gleeful whimpers and mewls, feeling the intensity of the full pleasure wrapping about her naked body.
Jack was fucking her with rhythmic strokes, boring deep into her elastic cunt until the fleshy bulb of his cock buffeted her cervical ring. His body covered her much smaller one, the hair on his chest scraping the tender nubs of her breasts and raking her face as she became submerged beneath the roaring lust that swelled inside her.
With his cock sliding in and out of her pussy smoothly and easily now, Jack could fuck her without difficulties, his cock slick. Karen felt his rhythm, the regular thrusts of his cock between the clutching lips of her cunt, and she bucked wildly up at him. She shifted and shuddered, squirming and writhing with the delight she felt as he pumped his cock in and out, fucking her like she had never been, fucked before. She felt his bony pelvis rub and bang at her inflamed clitoris and she moved her pussy against him furiously, fucking him with matching movements with subtle, but powerful, stomach muscles.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, shit!" Karen suddenly exclaimed, her body like molten liquid with the exquisite rapture of the contact within her pussy. "Ohhhh, golly ... golly! Oooooo ... Ahhhhh!" she whined, throwing her crotch at him with youthful energy, swinging her heels behind his bobbing ass, locking them there. "Oh, yes, yes! Give it to me, you fucking machine! Fuck me ... fuck me good and hard! Ohhh, it's so good, so fucking good! Fuck ... fuck ... I love to fuck! I love hard cock, love fucking, sucking, eating, fucking ... fucking ... fucking ..." she chanted insanely, pleading for more and more of his hardness as her naked ass whirled beneath him in a devouring dance of lewd abandonment, of bursting passion.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, shit, shit and piss! It's ... it's heaven! Oh, golly yes it is! Give me that big cock, feed my hot cunt with that huge prick! Ream my pussy with that lovely, hard cock! Ohhhhh. God ... fuck me! Fuck the piss out of me!" Karen's voice wailed loudly, turning loose of the rail above her head and throwing her arms around him. "Oh, God ... it's so good! So fucking good! So delicious ... Ahhhhh, you motherfucker! Harder ... deeper ... fuck my cunt hard and deep! Hard, goddamn you. you fucking cocksucker!" Her voice was husky, harsh, demanding as she slammed her churning pussy against his cock as the spring of her body's sensual appetite tightened within her young cunt. "Deeper ... yes, that's it! Ahhhh, yes, so deep! So fucking deep in my cunt! Faster now ... fuck me faster! I want it fast ... fast cock! Ohhhhh!" Karen was almost screaming her ecstasy, and she sank her teeth into his body to muffle her excitement. She thought she could feel small flames licking at her nerves, consuming her with heat. She was controlled by her lust, her wanton passion, and she gave herself to the devouring fires of it.
She felt her orgasm rumbling inside her stomach, and she shuddered with delight as his heavy, bloated balls slapped moistly against the up-tilted cheeks of her creamy ass. Jack's grunts of blind passion were drowned by the fierce sobbing and words of the teenage girl who clung desperately to his jolting body.
She shuddered time and again, writhing her shapely ass against him and whimpering with incoherent words as her body went through a series of tiny, explosive orgasms, signaling her that the greatest was yet to come.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she babbled. "Oh, shit ... shit ... shit! COME ... come with me! Squirt your come up my hot pussy while I come! Oh, make your cock spurt that sweet come up my cunt! Ohhh, you fucking cocksucker ... finish it! Fuck me and make me come, you dick sucking tongue fucker! Fuck ... FUCK ... heavenly, sweet fuck!"
Karen banged her cunt at him letting the lips of her pussy suck on his cock until it swelled and spurted copiously, filling her pussy with the thick, slippery substance of it. Only then did she slump with exhaustion back to the cot, sated for the time being, still shuddering in ecstasy.
Chapter Twelve
It was evening, and Karen was admiring the new sundress she had bought with the money Jack had given her. Hands on her rounded hips, she felt for the first time like her own woman as she pirouetted in front of the small mirror on the cabin dresser. She approved of the way the new summer dress clung to her breasts and ass, outlining each to perfection, before flaring out into a pleated skirt.
They certainly don't follow the fashions in the mountains, she thought, noting how long the skirt was compared to the clothing her sister-in-law had bought for her. It would be better if my legs showed more, but my breasts and ass look very good, kind of sexy. Oh, you little cockteaser you! Karen smiled to herself as she corrected the words to cock eater.
"Pretty! Real pretty," said a man's voice. She whirled around in time to see one of the men in the fishing party smiling at her through the uncovered window. Her face darkened with anger, because she had no idea how long he had been there. Just as she started a retort, he disappeared, only to come through the door, closing it behind him.
The man, she saw, was the one they called Bill, the most obnoxious one of the group. She had figured him for a used car salesman or an insurance agent from his cockiness. Now, he was in her cabin, standing there, dressed in nothing but a pair of loud-colored walking shorts. No shirt over his hairy chest and brawny arms. He was even bare-footed. All he wore was those awful shorts.
"You look a hell of a lot better this way," he laughed. "I was wondering when you were going to stop looking so dowdy and perk up a little. Went to town today, huh? Spent a little money? Probably blew all the money the old man gave you, right?"
"You get out of here!" Karen said in a clipped voice.
"Or maybe you got a little income on the side, huh?" the man said, ignoring her anger. "How about that? Did old Jack treat you right last night?"
Karen's anger turned to embarrassment, and she flushed. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, but her voice was nervous.
"Hey, you don't have to play the innocent with me, baby! I know Jack was here last night, and if I know Jack, you two sure as hell weren't playing patty-cake."
"Please, leave me alone," Karen said, weakly, realizing that there wasn't any point in trying to reason with him.
"Uh-unh! Not just yet, baby," Bill smiled, shaking his head negatively as he looked at her with greedy eyes. "Anything old Jack can do, why, I can do much better. Just look at that new dress. You know and I know where it came from. How much did Jack pay you for a fuck -- twenty dollars?"
Again Karen blushed, because it was the first time the words had been used accusing her of being a whore.
"No? Maybe it was thirty, forty. Come on, baby, was it more than that? Did he pay fifty? I ain't paid that much for a piece of ass since I was a kid."
"No! Karen spat at him. "And you can forget it and haul your ass out of here -- now!"
"No shit, baby?" Bill asked, incredulous. He was staring hard at her, but with a respect. It didn't seem that he considered just another dumb mountain girl after all, and that gave her a perverse kind of satisfaction.
"It was seventy," she said, suddenly. "And I threw his ass out, too, just like I'm going to throw yours out."
Bill pursed his lips and gave a low whistle, nodding his head with a bargainer's frown as if he believed her. "Well, it's like I said, baby," he pulled a fat wallet from his pocket. "I can go seventy ..."
"You'll go jack off, you motherfucker!" Karen said harshly. "Take your fucking money and get the fuck out of my cabin!"
"Seventy-five," the man said, taking the money and waving it at her.
Karen turned her eyes, furious to find that her brain was betraying her the same as her body had done so many times. She found herself calculating what she could do with seventy-five more dollars. She had paid fifteen for the dress. That left her with fifty-five. She would have a hundred and thirty dollars. Should I? Could I stand to do it again for money? For the sake of getting enough money to get away someplace? Why not? What's one more time ... one more cock up my pussy? I'll do it, just one more time I'll sell my ass just once more, and then ...
The money was so precious to her, she thought. Besides, who's to ever know, who would ever know about it? Who would even care about it? Besides myself, that is.
"That's a lot of money, baby," Bill said, watching the expression on her lovely face. He laid the bills on her dresser, and began to unbutton his fly.
"What are you doing?" Karen cried, distracted from her thoughts and calculations by the movements of his hands. Then she realized what was happening, the reality of what she was going to do.
"What do you think?" Bill said, stepping out of his shorts. Already, under his shorts, there was a prominent bulge swelling where his cock had settled. "I'm making hay while the money shines." he leered at her.
"All right," Karen sighed, snatching up the money and tucking it beneath her pillow. God, what the hell am I doing, turning into? A common whore ... a whore who will let any man with a cock, and the money, fuck me! "All right, buddy," she repeated. "Let's get it over with."
"Hey, not so fucking fast," Bill warned. "For that much money, I don't want any of this 'wham, bam,' shit! I plan to enjoy my money's worth. Yeah, all my money's worth! And you got the body for it, baby!" he snorted.
Karen turned from opening her dress and looked at him. He was seated now on the old kitchen chair, naked, his thighs apart and his long, blue-veined cock standing up in full hardness.
"Don't try any bull shit," he said, his voice hard and with a demanding edge to it. "I'm through when I'm through, or you ain't going to last long around this place!"
"All right," Karen said, sighing as she turned her head for one last moment of privacy. She shivered as she undressed, carefully folding her dress away into a drawer, feeling the man's eyes on her body. Still with her back to him, not quite able to bring herself to face him just yet, she reached behind and unhooked her bra. Trembling with humiliation and self-disgust, she reluctantly started to roll her panties down her hips and thighs.
"Hold it right there," the man said. "Come here and let me do that."
Karen, almost naked except for the skimpy triangle of her panties, walked to him, keeping her eyes down so she wouldn't have to look at him. She stood before the man, shuddering with revulsion when he reached out to placed his hands on her narrow waist.
"Mmmmm," Bill said, licking his lips as he hauled her panties down to expose the tantalizing hairs of her pussy. Bill let her panties fall to her ankles, then he reached into the pocket of his discarded shorts.
"Here, put this on!" he said. Karen lifted her eyes, not believing the black truss of the old-fashioned garter belt the man was holding.
"Seventy-five bucks. For that kind of money, it's my game, baby. You just play along with it, that's all."
He was right, of course. She lifted one of her small feet and stepped into the hoop of the garter belt. As far as the man was concerned, he had not just bought her body; he had purchased all of her, every inch of her vibrant beauty to amuse and tease himself with. She might as well be a slut off the street, a sex object to be abused, gloated over. He was breathing with growing excitement as Karen pulled the tight black straps and fitted the braces about the swelling tops of her thighs.
When she looked down at the way the man was admiring how the straps hung down like black filaments about her cunt, she wanted to vomit. Somehow, this kind of performance was worse than all the other things she had been forced into. Here, now, submitting to a man for money, she was a partner in his lusts, an actress who had to comply with another's twisted visions of a woman's body and of their own bodies.
"Walk around," the man instructed her. Naked, trying to pass in front of the window without being seen by anyone, Karen moved about the small room.
"Step higher! Yeah, like that! Prance it for me, baby! Prance so I can see your hairy cunt! Beautiful, real pretty!" Bill marveled as Karen forced herself to prance and strut like a baton twirling high school girl, lifting her knees high into the air so her naked body tilted and gave her purchaser teasing peeks of her sweetly haired cunt.
"Oh, shit! You're gorgeous!" Bill exclaimed. "Goddamn ... what a sweet, fucking body! What a cunt, what an ass! Look at them boobies! Great, baby, just great!"
Marching about the small room, hoping no one would hear his lewd words and peek in, she watched him grab hold of his cock and began a fast jacking motion on it with his fist. His greedy eyes burned on her body as he jacked off, and Karen stared at him, fascinated because she had never really seen a man jacking off before. She was facing him now, and she lifted one leg high in the air, then swung it off to one side, giving him a perfect peek at her moistly swelling pussy.
"Now run! Run!" Bill panted, his fist pumping up and down over the hard head of his cock. Karen stopped prancing and began to run in place, lifting her knees high. Churning her legs up and down, she watched his hand fly on his cock, and to her surprise, she was becoming intensely aroused, her pussy twitching. The thick hair on her head swirled about her shoulders, sometimes covering her face. Her plump, pointed breasts jiggled for his amusement.
"Faster! Faster! Get those sweet legs higher!" Bill ordered.
Karen lifted her knees as high as she could, her legs driving up and down, her elbows sawing the air as she exposed her pussy in flashing beauty. Breathing heavily, she tried to move even faster as her passion took hold by this strange game, and her eyes seemed drawn to his cock and his jacking fist on it.
"Hold your arms on top of your head," Bill panted, and Karen folded her hands on her head, causing her breasts to arch high as she danced, the tight, erect nipples stabbing the air. itching for more than the caress of the breeze. Despite the revulsion she felt for this man, despite the emotional humiliation she was being forced into, Karen felt a strange exciting bubble of erotic delight swell inside her body. Deep in the pit of her stomach, there was a dark hunger, a hunger that churned in her vitals, settling and centering directly at the seat of her delicate, hairy pussy. In her mind, as if standing to one side as an observer, Karen could see her jerking, beautifully naked body, exposing its inner most secrets to the gaping man as he jacked off.
He motioned Karen to approach him, and without hesitation, she trotted until she stood directly before him, kicking her knees high, her jumping pussy just inches from him, her breasts arching with the sweet jiggles.
"Here, you do this!" he barked.
For a moment she was confused, then she realized he was commanding her to take over from his flying fist and jack his cock. Her pink tongue fluttered over her full lips, then she reached a slim hand for his prick awkwardly as she lowered herself to her knees, feeling the last shreds of dignity and self-esteem slip from her as she wrapped her fingers about his throbbing, hard cock.
She gripped his prick tightly, her knuckles almost white with the squeeze, and Bill gasped with pleasure. Swiftly and tightly, Karen pumped her fist on his cock, her eyes still wide and fascinated, gazing at the swollen head that dripped a clear liquid from the piss hole.
"Yeah, oh yeah! Jack me off with them sweet hands of yours! Go ... go ... go! Jack my cock ... jack my cock off and make me come all over your hand!" He arched, stretching his body out as his fingers clawed at the rungs of the chair. He gripped Karen's kneeling body with his legs, his ankles locking behind her smooth ass, drawing her closer to him until her face was inches above his dripping cock.
Karen pushed the hair from her face with one hand as she pumped his cock in a furious motion, going from the swollen head to the thick base. Bill writhed in pleasure, lifting his ass up and down with her hand. He poked his agitated cock into the air as her fingers worked. His hands left the chair as he grabbed her head, forcing her face to the dripping piss hole of his prick. Karen's hand flailed at his cock wildly, her own emotions running away now.
"Wet my cock with your tongue," he gasped. "Lick it ... lick the head of my prick! Lick my piss hole!"
Karen knew there was no use to resist, and she didn't want to resist any longer anyway. She knew she was nothing but a common whore to him, and she ran her fist down his cock until she held it at the base tightly, making the head bulge even more. Gazing at the smooth, creamy head, she licked her lips, then fluttered the tip of her tongue across the dripping piss hole. Again she licked, this time in small circles.
"Yeah, yeah!" Bill groaned as Karen began to run her tongue up and down the throbbing cock. She felt his prick jerk against the flat of her tongue, and this excited her so much her pussy responded with a delicious twitch, her clitoris swelling sweetly. She began to mewl now as her tongue raced up and down the cock, her lips kissing and nibbling at it. Soon she had it glistening wetly.
"Oh, shit ... do it, baby! Goddamn, oh fuck, that feels good! What a hot. cocksucking tongue you have! Now, jack me off! Jack me off!" -
Her small fist moved rapidly as she cradled his balls in her other hand. She felt her body responding more and more, and the moisture seeped from her cunt. She could feel the deep burning sensation in her pussy, and her clitoris felt as though it would throb off. She no longer tried to deny her pleasure at what she was doing. She wished she could take this cock deep into her pussy and fuck it, feel it come.
Karen's arm was aching as she struggled on his cock, the images dancing in her blazing mind. She dropped her other hand from his balls and spread her legs wide, fingering her burning pussy, then driving a finger into it and fucking herself as she jacked his prick. Fucking him with my hand, she thought. Fucking his cock with my fist ... and finger fucking my pussy at the same time! Ohhh, I want to be fucked ... fucked all over! In my pussy, up my asshole, down my cocksucking throat! I want to be fucked in every hole I have!
She wanted to climb onto his lap, stuff his cock into her pussy and grind her naked ass on him until she drained his hairy balls, make herself scream in ecstasy.
"Faster, faster! I'm gonna ... oh, shit! I'm gonna come! Suck it, baby! Suck my cock for me ... jack it off and suck it off at the same time! Suck ... wrap them lips around the head of my cock and suck me off!" Bill moaned, pulling Karen's head down fast.
With instant obedience, spurred by her own flaring passions, Karen sobbed as her lips seized the glowing head of his prick tightly, her tongue fluttering at the piss hole, licking, sucking, jacking. Her fingers driving in and out of her boiling cunt, she revolved her naked ass in circles, squirming with passion and at the same time revolted by what she was doing. She gripped the base of his cock hard, jerking him as her lips and tongue worked the smooth, swollen head. Karen held onto his cock for dear life, wanting desperately for him to come off into her mouth, straining to keep the rubbery head between her warm lips.
The man lunged upwards, forcing Karen to hollow her cheeks to absorb more of his cock. She continued beating rapidly with her small fist as she sucked down on the few inches he had driven into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, goddamn! Motherfucker!
Cock sucker ..." Bill grunted as he arched his hips high.
"Mmmmm ... Mmmmmm!" Karen gurgled, her tongue flying eagerly on his cock head. She could feel his prick swell even more, and knew he would come soon. His legs tightened about her writhing ass, then his cock jerked, and she tasted the first spurt of his come as it splattered on her tongue. She gurgled again, and swallowed rapidly, her fingers jerking hard, frenzied. She choked for a moment, recovered, and twisted her long tongue about the spewing head. She delved her finger deeply into her pussy as she swallowed.
"Gu ... guck," she murmured, her tongue still at the piss hole, her lips still tight about his prick head.
"Suck it! Suck my cock again! Suck me off again, baby! Oh, you sweet little cocksucker!" Bill moaned, his legs squeezing her ass to emphasize his desires.
Karen could feel a few drops of his come on her chin and she lifted her mouth for a moment, flicking her tongue out and sucking the come up. Then she bobbed her head onto his cock once again.
"Suck it, baby!" Bill moaned. "What a sweet little cocksucker you are! Damn, you suck a cock best of any girl I know! Where did you learn to suck like this?"
Karen sucked his prick, worming it down into her throat as she ran her tongue everywhere on it.
Her fingers continued to stab at her pussy, her hips rotating in a lewd dance as she sucked him.
"Oh, shit!" the man mumbled. "That feels good, baby! That pretty little cocksucking mouth is the greatest. Suck me ... suck me, you cocksucking cunt!"
With his cock far into her throat, Karen nibbled her lips about the base. Now that she was again overwhelmed by her sexual nature, she wanted to suck him, no longer afraid, no longer feeling humiliated. His cock feels almost like a long tongue inside my mouth, she thought. It's so good! A thought flared into her mind about Jenny, and almost understood why a woman could prefer another girl to a man. A man's cock was hard, and it was often degrading the way it was used on a girl. And yet, as she sucked this cock, Karen knew she could never give up such a pleasurable object and suck cunt only. She knew now that could actually enjoy both, cock and cunt. For a moment she thought of why a man would pay to have a girl suck his cock off. Then the image of her kneeling body, naked and soft and sweetly rounded, and of her fingers stabbing into her wet pussy, came to her. She knew it was arousing to have a pretty girl in this position, and it created an intense sensation of passion for her mind and body, too She tried to picture herself sitting in the chair, having a man between her legs, licking her cunt. She shivered. She could do these things, but she could never pay for it.
The cock began to pulsate inside her mouth. Bill held her head between his hands, gripping her cheeks, working her face up and down. He grinned wickedly at her. Karen was staring up at him, her mouth stuffed with his cock, her eyes glittering with a dull film of ecstasy. She rolled her tongue about the head of his cock, passing it underneath the foreskin to lick there. She gobbled with moist, sucking sounds as his prick stretched her lips.
"Good! Very good!" Bill encouraged.
It was delicious the way Karen was pulling at his cock with her lips. Her head bobbed and twisted. Her throat and face muscles were aching somewhat now, but she didn't mind. She was just speeding up when the man shoved her away.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby! Get on all fours! Show me that sweet little ass!"
"No! No!" Karen whimpered faintly. She remembered the thick cock that had been plunged up her resisting asshole in the woods, and she didn't want to try it right now, again. She didn't want to be hurt and she was afraid his huge cock would be too painful.
But he forced Karen down, pushing her head forward until her hair swept the floor. Grabbing the garter belt around her waist, he dropped to his knees behind her. She felt the blunt head of his cock jab along the backs of her thighs, forcing the creamy flesh apart as his hands clawed at her rounded ass. Karen gritted her teeth, preparing to stifle the scream of pain when he battered into her tight asshole. But Bill didn't stab there: he was thrusting forward, but his cock was directed to her twitching pussy. She felt the head move between her thighs then her pussy lips, and she sighed with pleasure.
"Oooo. good!" Karen murmured softly, her mind whirling with ecstasy. She felt as if her nerves were alive, and that her cunt could feel every beat of his pulsating cock as it began to thrust in and out of her clinging cunt. "Ohhh, yes! I love that! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me with that cock: ... fuck me good!"-she hissed back at him.
Bill leaned over her, reaching down and around to grip her two jiggling, aching breasts in both hands. He fondled and squeezed her flawless breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples as he buried his stiff cock into her slippery twat, his balls slapping the backs of her thighs. Karen sobbed with delight, thrilled to have his cock up her pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Ooooh!" she sobbed, worming her naked ass against his hairy crotch, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. The position she was being fucked in had ignited strange responses and pressures within her already inflamed body. Shuddering and shaking her ass in wild gyrations, she helped herself get fucked, wallowing beneath his sweating embrace in a fierce grip of sexual ecstasy.
Stimulated as never before, Karen's muscles inside her pussy began to clench around the stabbing prick, clinging to it as he withdrew to plunge deeply again. She began to convulse in small, explosive orgasms as she rocked and twisted and sobbed in delight. Her head, hanging inches from the floor, wagged in maddening looseness, her hair flailing about. Together they struggled, locked in fucking ecstasy, and Karen was in total world of pleasure as the intensity of the sensations whipped her naked body.
When the man gave a powerful lunge, she fell to her elbows, and her eyes stared between her breasts, to the thick bush of hair and at his balls as they swung to and fro. The deeper his cock went, the more she waggled her ass and shivered with fishlike motions.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Bill was grunting thickly as she felt her pussy constrict and melt with the overpowering release of his cock. No longer was she hesitant, shy, with this man. She was now a willing and very eager partner. The scrambled and scuffled, mingling, panting. "Tight! Such a tight pussy! Goddamn, sweet and tight! Hold on!"
"Yes, yes!" she shouted, gasping and convulsing ahead of him as her tiny orgasms flared into one huge come that threatened to blow her body apart. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Come in my hot fucking cunt! Fill my pussy with it! Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me hard!"
Karen braced herself as he lunged into her body. It seemed as if his cock had become twice as long, as thick, and then there was a jolting jerk and Karen fell forward as a rippling spray of come shot into the deepest part of her climaxing cunt.
Sprawled beneath the man, she couldn't stop her naked ass from twitching and shivering with motion as he poured stream after stream of come into her pussy. Her breasts and stomach continued to grind against the floor, the man's hoarse, gloating commentary of pride and lust assaulting her ears.
Karen knew, in this moment, that she was a different girl, totally unlike the one that had so recently ran away from her home. She knew that by letting a man have her body in this manner, the second strange man within the space of twenty-four hours, and all for money, she was no longer the same girl. She had no right to rebuke herself. Crushed beneath the man's heavy body, Karen felt she no longer had any self respect left, that she was simply a fucking machine and had to stop feeling this humiliation because of her uncontrollable passions.
Karen Knight stood there before the lighted house, trying to make up her mind if she should knock on the door.
It seemed years since she had last been here, yet it had only been a few weeks. Taking a deep breath she walked to the door. Still she hesitated. Suppose my brother won't want me here now, she thought. Maybe he's changed his mind about me ... about a lot of things. Maybe he'll throw me out on my ass once he understands what I've become ... how I can't help myself from wanting to be fucked all the time. Maybe ...
She turned from the door as her courage lied.
"Karen?" the voice called softly as a beam of light splashed over her.
She turned and saw her sister-in-law, Stacy, standing in the open doorway. "I was sure that was you, darling. Come in, don't just stand there."
With a nervous smile, Karen entered the house.
"Well, if it isn't baby sister!" Carl said, getting to his feet and coming to greet her. Karen stood as he hugged her tightly. "We were wondering when you'd come back."
"Why, you're a mess, honey!" Stacy said. "What in the world happened to you?"
Karen felt exhausted, too tired to try and talk to them now. Her dress, no longer bright and pretty, hung loosely on her. Now it was soiled and torn in various places.
"Carl," Stacy said, "I don't know where this girl has been, or what's happened to her, but someone has abused her no end. Go run some water in the tub, please."
Karen started to say something, then slumped against the comforting arms of her sister-in-law as she was led gently to the bathroom. She didn't protest as her brother and Stacy removed the soiled clothing from her body. She didn't even feel embarrassment as her bra was removed, or by the hands that rolled her panties down and off her feet. It no longer mattered to her that they saw her nakedness, saw the scratch marks, the teeth marks, on her firm, sweet breasts, the surface of her swelling ass and the insides of her thighs where the man had spent hours sucking and chewing on her.
She sighed as her body was enveloped by the warm, soothing water. She leaned back, not protesting as Stacy began to wash her battered flesh with a soft cloth. Carl, kneeling at her feet, was running a scented bar of soap over her thighs and legs.
After they had bathed her, she was gently dried, then a robe was placed over her body. Stacy .then took her to the bedroom she had occupied before, and tucked the exhausted girl under the clean, fresh sheets.
Her aches and pains were now gone, the bruises on her succulent flesh no longer blotting her beauty. Karen sat in the shaded back yard with Carl and Stacy, telling them of the things she had done, of the abuse she had gone through at the hands of various men and women. She related it all, leaving nothing out.
"You poor darling," Stacy soothed, wrapping her arms about Karen's shoulders. "It must have been terrible."
"I begged them," Karen said. "I begged them all to be gentle with me, and everyone was an animal. I would have let them do those things to me if they had been gentle ... you know I would have. Oh. Cod, Stacy ... Carl, is everyone in this world cruel? Why can't people just take what I have to offer and not hurt me? Why can't they do that or just leave me alone, keep their hands off me?"
"Is that what you want, Karen?" Carl asked. "To be left alone?"
"Yes. No! I have this thing inside me, this hunger, this strange thing that torments me constantly. I can't fight it for some reason. It's like a wild beast is prowling around in my body, down low. in my pussy. A beast that must have sex to be satisfied ... a cock, a cunt, anything at all! But. Oh. God. I don't want to be tormented and abused anymore! I want gentleness, tenderness. I want soft and loving hands on me, all over me. I want to be kissed and licked and fucked, but only in a gentle way."
"Your brother and I will always be gentle with you, darling." Stacy said, stroking Karen's well-tanned arm.
"That's what I want gentleness. I have so much to give someone, but it must be in that right way. I can make someone very happy, but they must be gentle and not hurt me, not use force on me. I want to fuck," she said in a soft voice. "I want to fuck and not feel guilty about it anymore. I want to take a hard cock in my hand and stroke it, play with it, suck on it, lick it. I want to take it into my pussy and fuck it. I want to feel a tongue up my pussy, too. I want to fuck and suck cock and be licked and lick cunt, but I want to do it with people who care for me, who won't beat me, bite me, tear me apart."
As Karen poured out her soul to them, she felt a soft hand, Stacy's hand, slip over the curving points of her breasts and down to her lap, moving the hem of her skirt. She looked down and watched the hand caress over her thighs. She shivered as the hand stroked gently between her creamy thighs, moving higher until the fingertips were caressing the crotch of her new nylon panties. It was a gentle caress, a loving caress. It was the kind of fondling she wanted.
"Ohhh," she sighed, letting her legs fall apart, giving Stacy all the freedom she wanted with her body, her pussy. "This is what I want, slow and gentle. Please, be gentle with me, be soft and loving and ever so gentle."
The fingers moved up and down the concealed pussy, and Karen felt the moistness seeping. Without giving it a thought, Karen reached out and began to trace her fingers over the large breasts of her sister-in-law. She smiled as the soft lips of Stacy came down upon her mouth, and she didn't hesitate as the licking tongue squeezed past her lips. She began to suck on it, squeezing a firm breast in her fingers. She lifted her ass from the lawn chair when she felt her brother's hands sliding up her thighs to tug at her tight panties.
"This is so nice," she murmured as her passion began to grow. "Please, Carl, let me suck on your beautiful cock."
Stacy pulled her mouth from Karen's, her fingers moving through the softly curling hair to find and stimulate Karen's rigid clitoris. "Carl, let me take your cock into my mouth and love on it with my tongue. Let me make you come in my mouth, down my throat. Oh, this is what I've wanted always, what I've been searching for all this time!"
"Yes, I've wanted your cock all this time," she said softly. "As long as I can remember, even when I was just a little girl, it's been your cock I've wanted. But it's taken the past few weeks for me to realize this. And you, Stacy, you've been so good to me. Please, can I stay? Can I stay here with you two? I'll do anything, anything you want me to do. I'll fuck you and suck you, Carl, let you fuck me in my asshole, even. I'll eat your cock and fuck Stacy's cunt with my tongue. I'll eat both you anytime you want me to. I'll stick my tongue up your assholes ... whatever you want me to do. Just let me stay with you, and be gentle with me."
Carl and Stacy smiled fondly at Karen, nodding their heads in unison. "You know you can stay with us as long as you like, baby. You wouldn't have to do those things with us," Carl said. "Sure, we'd like you to, but you know we won't force anything on you. You can have all the boyfriends you want, bring them home with you and fuck them here, for all we care. You know how Stacy and I feel about sex. We aren't hung up on those old-fashioned ideas like our parents."
Karen gurgled with happiness, getting to her knees. She leaned forward and kissed the dripping head of Carl's cock, swiping her tongue over the smooth, bulging head as a shiver of happiness rippled through her body. She opened her lips and engulfed his cock, then began to suck on it. While she sucked, she felt her skirt being lifted and bunched about her waist. Gentle, soft hands pulled her knees apart, then she felt the warm lips of Stacy kissing at her hairy pussy lips. Karen wiggled her naked ass into Stacy's face, then sighed around her brother's cock as Stacy's soft tongue began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
She squirmed her body, sucking furiously, ¦but lovingly on Carl's cock. She held him by the cheeks of his ass, taking as much of his long cock into her mouth as she could. She sucked and nibbled and licked, swirling her tongue everywhere, eager to draw his come from his huge, hairy balls and into her mouth. She moved her smooth ass into her sister-in-law's face, her motions giving vent to the sensations she was receiving.
Her naked ass was being fondled by loving hands, kind and gentle hands. She sucking her brother's cock, and her sister-in-law was gentle and lovingly licking her steaming pussy.
