Richard Hink glanced up from the morning paper when he heard the slam of the Murphy's screen door, and he parted the curtains of the window beside him so he could look out. He saw the young, lithe form of Sandy Murphy in her tight mini-skirt stumbling haphazardly out.
Lecherously, he licked his thick lips; his eyes moved hotly over the soft, already full contours of the girl's finely curved young body – the taut firmness of her pear-shaped breasts jutting from the thin material of her jersey; the tight roundness of her slender buttocks as they jiggled provocatively as she ran. Sandy faltered by the edge of the garage, either panting heavily or perhaps crying, he couldn't tell which, but obviously she was greatly disturbed over something.
Jesus, he said to himself, would I like to get into that tender little pussy. Every time he saw her he was hungry for her, and as he gazed lewdly at the teenager across the lawn from him, his cock seemed to answer with a throbbing, grinding beat against the tight elasticity of his pants. Jesus, yes… he sighed with relish.
Richard Hink was a tall, well-built man only a few years older than Sandy's mother, with a shock of curly, coal-black hair that constantly fell boyishly down over his forehead, and a thick broad chest with well-developed pectorals, the result of his years as head football coach at Prescott High School. Hink knew of Sandy Murphy from school as well as from being her neighbor, though he didn't have her as a pupil… yet. He had certain lewd ideas about someday starting an extra-curricular class in which the lovely young girl was his only student, and he could teach her what other sex education courses left out…
It wasn't entirely coincidence that Richard lived so close to the Murphys. Prescott was a small, old community only recently developing as suburbia extended its macadam and cement tentacles from the big city to the north. Modest income housing was short, and the tract in which they lived was one of the few, which a teacher could afford. He had once lived in an apartment, but after the landlady had caught him in the swimming pool buck-naked with her sister-in-law, he decided that his pleasures and pursuits required a more private location, and he had shopped around for a house.
He had tried a very soft, very patient approach to the seduction of the provocatively innocent Sandy Murphy all last year, knowing that a more brutal approach such as used by some of his football squad might scare her away. Or worse, send her to her mother, and he would face expulsion and ruin, possibly jail. Up till now, Richard Hink had only been able to become a sort of substitute counselor, something of a father figure to the girl, though he had managed to introduce her to the big stud, Tommy Edgars. If anyone could break through her resistance and fuck the living daylights out of that virgin cunt, Edgars could, Hink figured, and in return for the matchmaking, Edgars was to see that he, Hink, got his share… But so far, even Edgars had not been able to break through the tender teenager's iron resolve to remain pure.
Richard Hink folded his paper and put it aside, then stood and walked to his back door, wondering if there was some way he could turn the misery that was so evident on Sandy's face into a furthering of his future plans for the girl. He opened the door and stepped out on his short flagstone patio, setting his features into a mask of deep, humanitarian concern.
"Sandy," he called over to her. "Oh, Sandy!"
The teenager looked up, momentarily startled, her fresh young face streaked heavily with tears. Her jaw was set in volatile anger, and her whole body seemed to tremble slightly from being so upset. She looked at him with wide, blue eyes.
"I… saw you from the window, Sandy."
"Mr. Hink…" Sandy, desperately seeking the guidance she had rejected venomously from her mother, rushed across the lawn to where the teacher stood. "Mr. Hink, it's just awful!"
"Hey now, it can't be all that bad," he said soothingly. "Why don't you come in and talk about it?"
Numbly, the girl nodded and stepped by him into his house. Richard could see that she was on the verge of hysteria, and putting his arm around her, he steered her to the living room, where he sat her down on the couch. "Calm down, my dear, and tell me all about it."
"Mother… She saw Tommy and I together last night," she sobbed. "She saw us making out in the kitchen, and this morning she started a fat lecture about what an awful thing we'd been doing."
"Well, you know how mothers can be. It was bound to happen sooner or later. When it's time for the young to begin breaking the bonds with the nest. I told you that when I introduced you to Tommy."
"But what can I do?" Sandy wailed. "I can't leave home, not yet. I have to stay there, but I won't give up seeing Tommy, I won't! She'll try to make me, and… everything will be ruined!"
"Now, my dear, it won't. Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, but leave everything to me."
"Can… can you really do something about this, Mr. Hink?"
The glimmering of an obscene plan was churning in the coach's mind. "I think I can," he said calmly, with a faint flickering smile playing across his mouth. "Yes, I think I can."
"What?"
"Well, naturally I'll have to talk to your mother."
"I don't want to be there when you do," she said, shivering.
"You won't be, Sandy. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll phone Tommy Edgars now, and see if he'd like to take you out right now for all day, and that way you'll get your mind off this matter."
"Oh, I'd love that!" the girl cried, and she clapped her hands together joyously. "That would be wonderful!"
"And believe me, my dear," he added with a shadow of a grin, "when you come home tonight, things will be different. Very different!"
"You know, Mr. Hink? I think you're just the man to do it!"
You bet I am, little girl… he thought secretively as he walked into another room to phone. He didn't want Sandy to hear what he was going to tell Tommy Edgars, because if she ever got the idea of what was in store for her, she'd run back to that lovely but prudish mother of hers like a flash. He looked up Edgars' number; the youth was asleep, and answered after a half-dozen rings with a thick, slurred voice. "Hello?"
"This is Richard Hink, Tom," the teacher told him. "Wake up and get over here. Sandy Murphy's waiting."
"Now? At this time of night?"
"It's nearly ten in the morning. High time you finally got into her pants, too, boy, and there's not going to be any more fooling around being nice about it. The kid gloves are off, and you're going to give her the works. If you can get yourself over here, that is."
"Jesus, Coach, I'd like to, but she's been nothing but a pain in the ass. She won't stand for roughing up, and anyway, she'll tell her mother if I start tearing her clothes off like a cave-man."
"Do what I tell you, and there won't be any problem."
"But I'd promised Joe Arrow to go over to his girl's house today, though. See, Vicki Rolf's parents are away, and Joe's got a hot new fuck film he wants to show. Should be fun… Vicki loves getting balled by two guys at the same time."
"So much the better," Richard Hink chuckled. "Sandy knows Vicki from school, so she'll be that much more off guard, thinking that nothing can happen to her with the four of you together. I tell you, I've got a plan that won't fail."
"I don't know…" Edgars said hesitantly. "I'd hate to screw up a day of fucking Vicki on the chance I can score with Sandy."
"Tell you what, Tom. Instead of selling you the usual lids of marijuana this time, I'll give you some special pot that's been doctored with Spanish Fly. I save it for occasions like this, and if you can get her to smoke it, she'll turn on like a mink in heat, I guarantee!"
"Now you're cooking!" Edgars said excitedly. "I'll grab my pants and be over. Hot damn, I can almost feel my cock up inside that sweet little cunt of hers already!"
"One more thing," the head coach put in. "Since I'm giving you the marijuana, you can see that Vicki lets me in her house before you and Sandy arrive. I'll be waiting and hiding when the fun starts."
"You planning to join in… Make it a five-some?"
"Use your head, Tom boy. Only way we're going to get away with this is to work on Sandy's tight-assed mother, too, so nobody will be spilling anything to the cops. I've got a feeling that after eight months without a man, she's itching for a good fuck, but she'll need the right kind of encouragement, and I've got to be there when you shove your rod into her daughter's belly to get it. Me and my camera."
Tommy Edgars laughed crudely. "Blackmail! Good luck, you bastard; Mrs. Murphy's a damned fine cunt by the looks of her, by God. Hell, either of them bitches could give me a hard-on that would ache all the way to my knees."
"Same here, Tom, and who knows? If my plan works, we might nail both of them together in a gang fuck. Now, hurry on over."
"I'm on my way, soon as I call Vicki," the youth said, his anticipation contorting his young voice and lewdly telegraphing his hotly excited thoughts.
Hink hung up the phone and smoothed his hair back, contemplating the plot he'd conceived in his mind. Christ, if it worked, it would be a literal tour de force! He wanted to fuck that luscious little teenager all right, but there was the other member of the Murphy household whose panties he'd dearly love to strip off, whose soft and perfectly preserved feminine charms always elicited burning desire in his cock and testicles. Damn, but Alice Murphy was a lot of sensual woman, going to waste now that she was a widow. She was prime, and he, Richard Hink, was going to try his best to ram his prick up into her blonde-haired cunt and show her what fucking was all about. And if everything went right, he'd soon be fucking her hot little daughter as well, and wouldn't that be a feather in his cap! Mother and daughter, both spreading their legs and opening their cunts for him…
He walked back into the living room to smile down at Sandy, aware that his cock was hard as a fence rail right now, just thinking about it, and his mouth had gone dry, while small beads of sweat started to form on his brow. Just a few more hours, he murmured to himself, and then you, darling girl, and your lovely mother will be begging and begging…
Tommy Edgars' powerful MGA sports car purred smoothly along the road. Sandy relaxed against the passenger seat and let her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip-stream of the car, feeling much calmer and relaxed now that she was miles away from her home and mother.
She gazed gratefully at Tommy, pleased that he had cared enough – especially after his disappointment last night – to have driven over to pick her up for the day. She sighed, stretching out her arms, and said to him: "Well? Where are we heading?"
The youth grinned back at her. "You'll see, baby."
"No, tell me, Tommy! I want to know what the prescription is going to be for my blues."
"Ain't going to be bad tasting, I'll say that," Edgars taunted, and then he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Naw, I'll tell you," he said after a moment. "We've been invited to a party up at Vicki Rolf's house. A small party, just us and Joe Arrow will be there, but the way I hear it, it will be a damned fine party. You game?"
Sandy regarded her handsome boyfriend quizzically. "I know Vicki from school a little bit. She's a grade ahead of me, so I don't pal around with her, but… isn't she supposed to be sort of wild, Tommy?"
"Well now, if you're scared…" Tommy teased.
Tommy's remark irked the girl. She was tired of being treated like a babe in arms, though she had to admit that this time it was her own fault, hesitating the way she had. "I'd love to go," she said decisively. "I was just asking, that's all."
"I tell you now, baby, this ain't a party for kiddies."
"What do you mean?"
"There'll be some drinking, and Joe's bringing a stag film and things like that to get everybody nice and friendly and forgetting their troubles. Ever seen a stag film?"
"N-No, I haven't," she replied, her voice cracking slightly. "A-Are they bad?"
"Depends on what you call bad," the boy chuckled. "They get one nice and heated up if you let them. So if it would scare you, tell me now. It would be a bad scene, baby, if you chickened out when the fun and games began."
Sandy considered herself old enough to handle any situation, and besides, what harm could a little drinking and watching a sex movie do? She'd been able to stop Tommy's advances all the times before, hadn't she? Anyway, Vicki would be there, and nothing really terrible would happen with the two of them… "I said I wanted to go, and I do, Tommy Edgars," she said defiantly. "I'm here for a good time, aren't I?"
"Good girl," he chuckled again. "I'd hate to have to sit through one of those things without some good female company. We've a little time, though, because Vicki said not to come until noon. She's fixing lunch for us."
"That's nice of her," Sandy said.
"Vicki's a very nice girl," Tommy replied, the thin smile on his handsome young face was hidden from the girl beside him as he turned a left-hand corner and sped across town to the park. "Let's kill the time watching the sailboats, okay?"
"Okay!" Sandy agreed heartily, but in spite of her efforts, the haunting feeling wouldn't go away that perhaps she shouldn't have been so eager to agree. But it was too late now; she had committed herself, and she would not back down…
The hours until noon passed quickly for the young girl. Tommy was at his nicest, talking a blue streak in an effort to cheer her up, the day was beautiful and hot without being overly muggy, and the park was lovely…
The Rolfs came from one of the better sections of Prescott, and their house was a lovely and spacious Spanish style of white stucco and black wrought iron. Wide, rolling grounds bordered it, much as the park had bordered the sailboat pond, with a magnificent swimming pool and a tennis court tucked away between large old trees and a miniature mountain of stone from which a landscaped stream and waterfall gushed pleasantly. Sandy had never been to such a beautiful home, and was fascinated by it from the moment they entered the crushed oyster-shell drive to arrive before the massive front doors.
Vicki Rolf was a tall, auburn-haired girl with rich-swelling breasts like melons ripe on the vine, and curving hips with seductively swaying buttocks and long, limber legs. She was wearing an extremely brief pair of hot pants that failed to cover the entirety of her round, moon-shaped ivory buttocks, and they curved in so that they emphasized the crevice between her ass-cheeks blatantly. From the front, they snugly molded her full, fleshy vaginal lips, indicating without any question the contours of her young, pubescent cunt. Sandy had a hard time keeping her eyes modestly away from the other girl's pussy, her mind once more dwelling on the stories she'd heard about the "wild" Miss Rolf and her promiscuous ways. There'd never been any proof, but it was hard not to think that Vicki and Joe Arrow weren't… well, weren't lovers!
Vicki had come around the side of the house bare-footed, a tall frosted glass in her slim hand and a cheery smile on her face, and had been waiting for the MGA to pull to a halt. She came over to the small car. "Hi, Tom," she said in a throaty purr. "Oh, and it's good to see you again, Sandy. You've never been here before have you?"
"No, Vicki," Sandy said, pleased at the way she'd been greeted. Of course she'd never been here… but it was a nice greeting nevertheless.
"Well, you'll just have to come more often," Vicki said lightly, and then she waved in the direction from which she'd come. "Joe's waiting on the sun-deck. He's been swimming." As the three of them went around the side to the porch, Vicki asked: "You want to go swimming, Sandy?"
"I didn't bring a suit, I'm afraid."
"Well, Joe didn't either, but one of my dad's fitted him." She laughed, and added, "Dad's a lot thinner and shorter, so it didn't fit too well, but enough to cover the important parts, at least!"
The path ended in a long, narrow grotto, floored with more of the lush greenery, and fronting the small quarry and waterfall and the tiled swimming pool. Beneath three tall eucalyptus trees were several brightly colored lounge chairs and chaise lounges, and in one of the chairs, his feet on a white metal table, was Joe Arrow.
Sandy had never met Arrow before, since he was a friend of Tommy's, and similarly out of school by a few years. His brown hair was thick and shaggy, and at the moment still damp from his swimming, and as he stood up to greet them, his eyes seemed to bore into her with an odd maliciousness which made her tingle reflexively. It was almost as if he was mentally stripping her hot pants off of her, leaving her naked and defenseless! And Lord! Vicki hadn't been joking about the swimming trunks, either! They were elastic, a yellow-green, which looked as if they'd been painted around his bronzed, hard-muscled thighs. They were lower than where she wore her bikini bottoms, and the hard, bas-relief outline of his limply curled penis strained at the stretched, thin material, threatening to tear it in half. Why, it shows everything he has! Sandy thought prudishly.
Vicki went over to Joe, and he placed his arm around her waist, his fingers splaying familiarly on the satiny surface of her flesh that was exposed between her skirt and bolero top. "Joe, this is Sandy Murphy," Vicki introduced, moving her body closer to his, rubbing herself against him like a seductively purring cat.
"Well, well, you're the Sandy Tom's been bragging about." His cool gray eyes appraised her in an almost predatory way, and Sandy saw that his gaze seemed almost to caress her jutting breasts.
"Can I pick them, buddy, or can I pick them?" Tommy said, sitting down with a swagger.
"You can certainly pick them, Tom!" Joe agreed ardently.
"Let's get the show on the road," Vicki interjected. "Look, you get the pitcher you left in the cabana, Joe, and I'll bring out the lunch." She turned to Tom and Sandy. "I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry, pussy-cat," Joe said, and walked away.
"I'm starving," Sandy agreed. "I didn't have any breakfast."
"This should make up for it," Vicki said. "You wait right here."
Soon platters of hot, spicy chicken appeared, along with a tartly dressed salad and a salty bread which Sandy couldn't identify. Along with the food was a rum cocktail, and it was only after a little hesitation that Sandy slaked her thirst with the cooling drink.
The young girl didn't care for the taste of alcohol, but the cocktail mix successfully masked it from her, and before she knew it, she was on a second large tumbler-full of the purplish drink. She drank it down promptly, as if it was grape-aide and not a potent liquor, only to find that Joe was again topping her glass, winking at her as he poured. The rum began to take its toll, and she started to experience a general physical relaxing of her body, the tension of the morning evaporating from her flesh. Some of her mental reservations slowly disappeared as well, and surprisingly, by the end of the meal she was finding that she was in rapport with the three others as if she'd been friends with them a long time. She giggled, looking at Tommy now and then, and seeing that his handsome face was slightly flushed, and he was grinning crookedly. She realized that he, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the rum, but she didn't care… she didn't care at all. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, and felt giddy and lightheaded, almost carefree. She was glad that she'd come. Joe wasn't half as bad as she'd first thought, and Vicki was very nice, very sweet and kind.
Joe went into the house to mix a fresh batch of cocktails, and when he came back, he again favored the young teenager with a profligate smile, his eyes once more traveling the width and breadth of her creamy, firm body. "Yeah, buddy," he said to Tommy, "she's really something!"
Sandy blushed under his frank examination. "T-Thank you," she said in a faltering tone, lowering her eyes.
"That calls for a drink," Tommy said, and took the pitcher to pour the four glasses full again. "Everything calls for a drink!"
"Damned right it does," Vicki agreed. "Drink up, everybody. There's plenty more where these came from." She laughed heartily, never telling the innocent little virgin bitch across from her that she was laughing at her. The lunch was not because she liked to cook; it was because she'd been briefed about the plan to seduce Sandy Murphy, and knew that the salty, spicy foods would cause more drinking. And leave it to an inexperienced girl to guzzle the rum like it was soda pop! It was a kick, being in on the seduction of this naive young girl, and the thought of all the things Tom was going to do to her with his cock made the smooth fleshy walls of her own cunt tingle and secrete slightly, wetting her panties as it trickled slowly down from her vaginal lips. And Christ… then there was Richard Hink downstairs, hiding in the closet with his Polaroid camera! Jesus, this should be one damned wild afternoon! And the young wanton laughed loudly again…
Tom wiped a hand across his perspiring forehead. "Whew," he said. "Is it getting hotter, or is it just me?"
Joe grinned. "A little of both, I think. Why don't we go inside now, and I'll show the movie I got from Copenhagen last week?"
"Good thinking," Vicki said. "Later we can sit out here when it cools down a bit. I've got Dad's movie machine and screen all set up in the basement, and we'll be plenty comfortable down there."
Sandy was thoroughly enjoying herself, and no longer had any fear of seeing the stag film. She had been beginning to wonder when they were going to see this hot movie she'd been warned about, and had to admit to herself as she rose and walked with Tom inside the house that now she was actually anticipating it.