Alice Murphy sat dejectedly in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room. It was nearly dark outside, and Sandy still hadn't returned. The lovely widow had been waiting all that day for the phone to ring or the door to open, and the longer she waited, the more worried she became about her daughter.
She reached over and reluctantly grasped a half-empty bottle of scotch, tipping it so that the burnt-umber-colored liquor poured into a small glass beside it on the table. She had promised herself after she'd finished the last glass that there would be no more drinking but she was so distraught from the waiting that she couldn't resist having something to soothe her frayed nerves. The shadows lengthened across the living room from the windows, but she didn't feel like getting up and turning on the lights. Somehow, she didn't want to face the brightness they would bring, not before her daughter was back with her again.
Damn, she moaned under her breath as she took a long drink from the straight scotch. Damn… Damn, where was Sandy? Why hadn't she been able to handle things better so that her child wouldn't have run off the way she had?
The soothing warm liquor hit bottom; she hadn't eaten anything all day, and the impact was immediate. The warmth spread through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her flesh – she raised the glass again, and finished it. Then she leaned back against the cushion and lit a cigarette, and watched the curling smoke drift up toward the ceiling. It was funny to watch, for it almost seemed to have a purpose, as though it knew where it was going, only to waver and diffuse into funny little wisps in all directions, and finally disappearing into nothingness. Perhaps the smoke was like her life, having purpose and direction when she had had Robert, now only confused and directionless… would she, too, simply end up disappearing into nothingness?
She wondered what she would do when Sandy finally did return home. What could she say that was different from this horrible morning? There must be a middle ground somewhere – someplace in between where she could meet her daughter – where real happiness could be found…
The phone rang shrilly from the hall, interrupting her reverie.
Alice jerked from its sudden insistence, then hurried to it, almost as if she was afraid that if she didn't catch it before it rang again, whoever was calling would give up and go away. She grabbed the receiver, holding it breathlessly to her. "H-Hello? Sandy?"
"No, Mrs. Murphy. This is Richard Hink."
Alice knew Richard Hink, of course. She had tried to keep their acquaintanceship as brief as possible in the past, even after Robert, who had been the jealous type, was killed. The man bothered her in some inexplicable way, in an ethereal, uneasy fashion she couldn't put her finger on, but which had unsettled her from the moment he had moved in beside her. Richard Hink had always been the gentleman around her and Sandy, and Sandy had never reported anything but good about him from her school… But still there was a pervading air of something corrupting about him, something deliciously wrong as though to be around him would be skirting danger…
"Yes, Mr. Hink?"
"Do call me Richard. After all, we're neighbors."
"Mr. Hink – I mean, Richard," she replied, not liking the new intimacy but not wishing to take the time to argue over it. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little rushed, but I'm waiting for an important call from my daughter. What is it you want?"
"Well, it is about Sandy, I'm afraid," he said solemnly.
"About…!" A clammy iciness crawled up Alice's backbone, as if his tone and the use of I'm afraid precluded some tragedy. Her throat was suddenly dry, and the scotch pounded in her temples parasitically, but she managed to stammer: "Is – is she hurt? Has she had an accident? What's happened?"
"Oh, Sandy is fine, Alice," the coach said, and he chuckled in an odd voice. "Don't worry about that, she's just in great shape. But there is a matter of where she is and what she's doing that we must discuss. Won't you come over to my house so we can talk?"
"Please, Mr. Hink…"
"Richard."
"Richard. Please, tell me now."
"No, it concerns something I must show you as well. I'll expect you shortly." And without another word of explanation, he hung up.
Trembling with anxiety, Alice stood with the receiver in her hand. Then, the momentary stun of shock passing, she quickly placed it back on the phone cradle and rushed back to the living room. She took a last shot of scotch, needing the strength it gave her to face whatever bad news he had hinted at, then paused in front of the hall mirror with a woman's automatic behavior to smooth her short beige dress and pat her hair. Clutching her purse, she hurried across the short space of the two side yards, up the cement steps to the narrow front porch of the Hink residence. Facing the closed front door, she experienced a momentary sense of panic, as though her intuition was telling her that should she step through its portal, her life would be altered forever. But her desire to find out about Sandy overcame her reluctance, and taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and rang the bell.
Richard Hink answered the door almost immediately. He seemed to be dressed in nothing but a scarlet silk lounging robe, the kind with the fancy embroidered Oriental designs and the velvet collar. "Come in, my dear," he said in a soft, syrupy voice.
"Th-thank you." She swallowed heavily and followed him into his living room, which was tastefully decorated in Norwegian woods.
"Sit down, Alice. You don't mind me calling you Alice, do you?"
She did, but said quickly, "No, no I don't."
"And don't forget to call me Richard," he said, not taking his eyes from her body. He appraised the lusciously figured young mother of Sandy Murphy and was renewed with a burgeoning desire for the blonde-haired beauty with her provocatively moral ways. "Would you care for a drink?"
"No… Richard, thank you just the same. I want to know about Sandy. Please, please tell me what this is all about."
"Of course, my dear Alice." He sat down beside her on a long, low couch, and then leaned over to pick up a flat cellophane envelope from the oiled walnut coffee table in front of them. "You see," he said, holding them from her eyes, "your daughter has been dating a certain Tommy Edgars."
"I… know," she blurted. "And I don't approve of him."
"As well you might not. He is quite the young lover, and to be perfectly frank, he has convinced her to be intimate with him."
"Inti…!" Alice jerked her hands to her face, shielding the words, which were about to blurt from her shocked mouth. "You don't mean…?"
"See for yourself," Hink said almost casually, and handed the beautiful stricken woman the envelope.
Trembling with fear and trepidation, Alice slid three-color pictures out, and after one chilling glimpse at the top photo, she stared up in horror at the obscenely glittering eyes of Richard Hink. "Oh no!" she gasped, sucking in her breath, the blood draining from her face and leaving her features a deathly pale.
"Isn't that first one a jewel?" the teacher said with a pleasant smile. "Shows every tiny detail so plainly, just as if it was posed. It wasn't, of course, but then candid snaps are so much better, don't you think?"
The first shot was of Sandy, naked and sprawling, on a long, wide couch with the similarly nude body of her boyfriend, Tommy, bending over her. He was licking her open vagina, and to her mother's horror, Sandy had her legs splayed in full provocative view of the camera lens, showing all of her own desire-moistened vaginal slit.
Is this what she's been doing with that boy? Alice asked herself miserably. And for how long? She stared then at the giant young cock that was stretching from Tommy's hovering loins as he leaned forward. Look at how huge his penis is! He'd kill Sandy with that giant thing! My God! What am I allowing myself to think?
The trembling young widow flipped to the next photo, only to see that her worst fears were confirmed. Sandy's pinkly throbbing little cunt mouth and the surrounding blonde hair were spread wide, and in the right-hand edge of the picture was the muscled pelvis of Tommy, his dark pubic hair a sharp contrast to the girl's light-textured flesh. His thick, rigid shaft was in close-up focus, showing the convoluted ridges and bluish veins and the long thin tube beneath that was ready to shoot his sperm deep up into her nakedly spread young daughter. Its pulsating, blunt cock-head was buried in the warm wet pussy, Sandy's firm white buttocks stretched to the limit by his cruel impalement. In the background, Alice could make out the figure of another lovely nude teenage girl, her teeth parted as she kissed a strange boy's testicles, licking the base of his penis with wet, lapping strokes from her moistly glistening tongue. His cock must have been sucked for some time, by the way the soft light of the room shone down off the wetly shining skin…
Alice gave a small cry of hysteria at the obscene images, and she tried to clear her mind of the horrible thoughts of her own sixteen year old daughter being a partner in this awful, clandestine orgy. But she couldn't refute the facts before her eyes, and a warm heavy throb of torment pulsed sub-consciously through her, caused by the erotic qualities of the lewd photographs. She squeezed her buttocks together in a desperate effort to stop the lewdly rising sensations the dirty pictures were involuntarily causing in her, and forced herself to look at the next one.
To her abject horror, this time she recognized the other boy as being the depraved seducer of her little girl. Sandy was turning her head so that she could watch his cock – which was rigidly held about an inch away from her eagerly pulsating vaginal mouth – as it splashed hotly a steady stream of white sticky cum against her thighs and blondly curling young pussy hair. The smooth ivory white cheeks of her naked buttocks were drenched with the sperm, and her knees were pulled back until her slender legs were squashing the high-peaked, hard-nippled moons of her breasts. Her fingers were clutching the cheeks of her buttocks in an effort to pull them wider so that still more of her pink, hair-rimmed crevice could receive the deliciously exciting bath of the young, heated male sperm. It was obvious by the contorted expression of pure ecstasy on her wildly distorted facial features that she was reveling in the utter lewdness of her humiliation… was glorying in it!
Sandy… Oh God, my darling child! Alice's tortured mind screamed.
"You like them, Alice?" Hink asked her calmly.
"No! Of course I don't!" she cried, throwing the obscene photographs on the table in revulsion and rejection. "They're terrible!"
"Well," he said in an offhand manner, "Perhaps you'll find one you'd enjoy. I took a dozen all told, though I've got the others tucked under lock and key at the moment."
"You… took them?" Alice wanted to scream, to hit and slash and tear at this vile, beastly man who sat so calmly next to her and freely admitted his part in the horrible debauchment of her daughter. "You must be insane!"
"We'll see who's so insane, my dear," Hink rasped harshly, his face suddenly showing anger. "You want all twelve pictures don't you?"
"W-want them?" Alice stammered in a sudden, hushed tone of fear.
"Don't be so naive, Alice. I know a number of dirty picture distributors who would pay plenty to be able to reproduce a hot set like this."
"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Hink! I'm going to call the police and have you locked up in a prison where you belong!"
"No you won't, my dear. I'd simply deny everything, and it's your word against mine. Besides, think of the scandal it would cause your daughter. You wouldn't want that, would you? On top of the fact that should you call the cops, I'll sell the set the first chance I get!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Alice said, standing up suddenly.
Hink leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Alice's face, knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth. "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything!" he snarled angrily at her. "Just you get it through your stuck-up head that if you don't want the truth about your darling daughter peddled in every bar from New York to Los Angeles, you'd better start treating me right!"
"What-what do you want of me?" Alice's voice faded to a whisper.
"You know very well what I want of you," he said cynically, sneering with obvious lust. "You're going to work to get those pictures back, baby, work hard to please me."
Alice sat in a state of shock, dabbing lifelessly at the trickle of blood with her dress sleeve. Yes, she knew what he wanted of her – her body. The galling truth of her hopeless position flooded her mind, for she was being blackmailed into submitting to this handsome but animalistic man in exchange for the chance to save her daughter's reputation. She would sacrifice herself, she knew after a moment's contemplation, for her own happiness was over but Sandy's was just beginning, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do to make her child a better future. She became nauseated as she imagined the lewdly degrading sensation of this strange man's penis buried deep up inside her open vagina, for she was certain that that was what he would demand from her. She knew that she would almost die from the humiliation of it all, the degeneracy of submitting to his cruel lusts where no man had ever been other than her late husband.
She didn't speak, steeling herself to the ordeal that lay ahead, wishing only that she could get it over and done with quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps, she could live a normal life again.
Richard Hink read the symptoms of her surrender. "I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he purred, running his tongue wetly around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad, am I?"
Alice left the question unanswered, and kept her eyes to the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "I want the pictures first, Richard," she finally managed to say.
"Oh, no," Hink said, slapping his hand on the three on the table to show his denial. "We'll play some games first, and if you twitch your pussy real good and at the right times, you can have them tomorrow."
"How… How do I know you'll give them to me?" she grimaced from the lewdness of his words.
"You'll simply have to trust me. You don't have any other choice, do you?" he said with a victorious smirk. "Come, we'll go to my bedroom now." He led the way down the corridor, Alice following, almost glad that he wasn't prolonging her agony any longer than necessary. "What do you think of my little chamber of love?" he asked, throwing the bedroom door wide open.
It was the strangest room Alice had ever seen. It was exactly like her own in size, but the ceiling and an entire wall were completely covered with mirrors. Another of the walls was painted with a mural, showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable in a huge orgy of tangled bodies and limbs. It was done very realistically, and there must have been over a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three, four, and five.
"I dabble as a painter occasionally," Hink said modestly.
Alice stood for a long moment at the door of the hedonistically decored room, revolted and fearful of entering. But she had decided that she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself to save her daughter from ruin, she would do so. In a way, she felt that she had helped create this horrible situation by having failed as a mother somewhere in the raising of Sandy, and this was to be her punishment for it.
There was a thick white carpet on the floor, and sighing with the hopelessness of her plight, she slipped out of her shoes as Hink had when he'd entered, and padded barefoot into the room.
"Sit down on the bed, my dear Alice," the lewd blackmailer said, gesturing to the hugest round bed she had ever seen. It was covered with the same white furry material as the floor, but as soft as it was, she felt revulsion stir through her as she slowly settled herself on it.
"Now," he said cruelly, "I want to see that beautiful body of yours stripped bare-ass naked. Sit still and let me undress you."
She closed her eyes, forcing her mind to dwell on the pictures she had to earn as she felt the muscular football coach's hands hurriedly unzip her dress. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and he peeled it from her. Then came her bra, and he whistled in admiration as the large, round spheres emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Alice cringed as his warm wet lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening her nipples in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Hink's face as his trembling wet palms glided unimpeded over her firm contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Alice cried out from the pain and humiliation.
She was completely naked now except for the sheer panties that were only a thin nylon wisp around her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in all her life, and burning waves of shame crept through her in spite of her vow to gain those damaging photographs at any personal sacrifice or mortification. Nausea rose as his thick, lean fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope with its threat against her daughter.
Hink's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light, butterfly contact across her sensitive white flesh to her flimsy white panties. She groaned helplessly as his hand rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth nylon material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He played teasingly, pulling gently at the soft little strands of pubic hair that protruded teasingly out from under the leg band. She shut her eyes tightly as his fingers hooked around the elastic band at the top.
"Lift your ass," he ordered, using the blunt word to remind her of his total dominance.
Alice arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs, exposing now the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
"Mmmmmmmm! A real blonde, I see, just like your kid." Hink smacked his lips in appreciation. "You're the first one I've had in quite awhile."
He reached below, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded contours of her trembling buttocks, stroking them greedily. He dug his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to take his hand away, then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmed lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and unprepared, and Alice clenched her teeth tightly together in fear that he was going to force his way into her and hurt her. Instead, he reached to the small table beside the bed and dug his fingers into a jar of Vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating jelly the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the Vaseline deep into the soft giving folds, preparing it for the entry of his already erect cock that was bulging in entrapment beneath his scarlet smoking jacket.
"You are very tight, my dear Alice. You've been without a man far too long for your own health. But we'll soon cure that, won't we?"
He chuckled lasciviously, and Alice cried out in sudden protest as she felt his fingers stretch her vagina cruelly wider, the walls of the narrow pink slit surrounding it aching painfully from the harsh outward pull. "That's more like it," he grinned evilly, pressing his fingers between the lips of the tortured little opening until they were all the way to his palm and he could go no further. She struggled downward to escape the cruel impalement, but it was useless.
She lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly impaled by his fingers that she couldn't find any direction of relief. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the scotch she'd drank, or she could never have stood being held in this lewd position by this evil, blackmailing man free to do with her as he wished. And the worst was that she didn't dare complain, for then he might never decide to give her the damning pictures of her young teenage daughter.
Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Richard Hink removing his hand suddenly and standing up beside the bed. He shed his silken jacket and then was above her again on the bed, looking down at her with his hands on his hips. With the reflections of the mirrors on the ceiling and wall, Alice felt as though she was surrounded by a phalanx of heavy, erectly throbbing cocks and menacing, sperm-swollen sacs of testicles, all poised at the ready for the deadly thrusts up between her open thighs that she knew were soon to come.
"First, my dear, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my lovemaking," Hink said with crooning delight.
She shivered in silent dread in the center of the furry white bed, listening with bated breath as he picked up something from the same table, which held the Vaseline. She didn't dare follow his movements for fear of screaming, and she couldn't have stood having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms and long, probing fingers to once more clamp down and bore into the soft, now completely defenseless flesh of her body.
They didn't come.
Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her feet. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms, and she jumped in sudden surprise, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at the cause of the tingling sensation. Richard Hink was leaning forward at the foot of the bed, grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagled nakedness. He had in his hands a long thin pole with a curling, fluffy feather at its end, and he was stroking her feet with the tip of it.
She tried to resist its tantalizing little manipulations, but in the master control of the depraved football coach, the feathered tickling soon began to drive her mad. "Don't move, my dear," he warned. "Just lie there and enjoy what I'm doing to you." He continued the lascivious stroking slowly up her calves, and Alice clenched her teeth tight together, willing her muscles to keep still and not make her body thrash wildly about.
Hink smiled lewdly at the effect he was having on her. He paused at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh, and then he thrust the tip of the soft full feather directly into her slightly parted vaginal lips. Alice sucked in her fevered breath, unable to prevent herself from drawing her thighs up and apart so that all of her moistly spread vagina was presented to his greedy eyes in her lewd, crab-like stance. He grinned salaciously, and jiggled the feather lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Alice was going out of her mind, and undulated her quivering buttocks helplessly beneath the tickling torture her body was being subjected to.
"Oh! Oh, please stop! Ohhhh, please, please, stop! I-I can't – stand what you're doing! I – can't!"
But still the feather teased playfully at the tender parts of her vagina, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating crevice to her tiny throbbing clitoris, and flicking maddeningly at it until, with a sudden groan, Alice felt it begin a gently involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Richard Hink laughing arrogantly at her reactions as he hovered over her, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.
He worked it slowly up, over the softly pulsating mound of her genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly, pausing for a moment to tickle the delicate little indentation of her navel, and then up the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arm. It almost drove her crazy, and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the handsome but depraved man who was subjecting her to the horrible indignities, her feelings were slowly changing. Her gasps and moans of humiliation and torment tapered off into deep mewls of helplessly forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow, sensuous writhing as the feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle stroking that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against this lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso, wetting the softness of the furry bedcovering below her.
Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body begin to slip away. She had vowed that she would never allow it to betray her, no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, until she was legally married again. But the utter hopelessness of her submission, and the feather in the hands of this master debaucher, violating all the sensitive and unprotected parts of her tender enslaved flesh were too much not to react to!
Unwanted pleasure began to ripple from the depths of her quivering belly as passions long held in self-imposed celibacy were kindled into lewd fires of unbridled sexual craving.
Against her will, her proud firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard roundness, and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the rose-pink areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching up off the bed to absorb more of its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into a splayed, crab-like position. The slit of her crotch was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor above. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip of the lewdly teasing feather quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the openly spread crevice between her full white buttocks. The tight rubbery orifice jerked in surprise, and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the soft, yet malicious probing.
"Agggggg!" she gasped between tightly clenched teeth. "D-Don't. Ohhhhh, please don't! I-I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her tiny clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to clench her buttocks closed and end the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation, but the torturous flicking of the feather never stopped. There was no relief.
"Oh, please, p-please, ohhhh, oooohhh, stop, stop, stopppp!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me! You're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked there, my dear?" Hink hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her helplessly flexing anal orifice. "Would you rather have me fuck you in the ass?"
"No!" she groaned piteously, the degeneracy of his threat making her shiver with revulsion. "No! No!"
He quickened the flicking feather…
"Agggg! I-I mean yes! Y-Yessss!" she babbled helplessly. "Anything! Anything, but stop, stop! Oh God, please stop!"
As suddenly as it had begun, the torturous tickling lifted from between her legs. Alice's exhausted muscles relaxed from their straining, her body relieved from fighting against her humiliation and rising excitement, and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her – failed her as completely as it had when she'd masturbated last night. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew that he would pick and pull at her helplessness until he had destroyed the last remaining vestiges of her resistance and pride, like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony. Yet still her mind dwelled with dazed determination on obtaining that packet of pictures. She had to have that packet for Sandy; she just had to! There was no choice, and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness.
Demonically, Richard Hink locked his eyes on her full sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from the torment of his feathering. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath his torture with unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his cock down in between them, and shivered at the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it – but that would have to wait until later.
Now was time for the ultimate subjugation of her lovely naked body, the complete surrender of that hot little bitch, Sandy Murphy's trembling young mother, to his cruel whims! He couldn't wait another moment, or he'd ejaculate from the excitement right where he was! Discarding the feathered pole, he harshly commanded: "All right, my dear. Roll over and get up on your knees. Hurry! Kneel before me! Kneel up and show me that luscious naked ass of yours!"
She hesitated for a moment, and then felt his eager hands on her hips, jerking her over onto her stomach and raising her quivering moon-shaped buttocks high up off the bed. Crudely, he forced her to spread her legs wide so that the backs of her white, firm thighs were presented invitingly to him, lewdly displaying the full surface of her pink, passion-soaked pussy to his lusting eyes. Her backsides waved in open invitation to the cruel ravishment he had promised to inflict upon her, and her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Alice, my little pet, I can tell that way down deep at heart you really want to be fucked," he grinned almost reverently with desire.
"Oh, no… No, I don't! Oh, please don't do this to me!" Tears of anticipated pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the realization came to her that nothing she said would stop him. He was going to do it to her there. He was going to plant his long, hard penis fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of sex that she hadn't known existed before. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, as her unwilling body was forced to be punished and abused in one of the most obscene and degrading ways possible. She could never live through it; she could never face the world again after this horror and subjugation! Surely she would die!
She cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless. He cupped her soft resilient flesh in his hands, his strong fingers moving over the moon-shaped whiteness of her buttocks, kneading the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with his unstated lust.
Alice lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. She had the urge to turn her head and look at him to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. She waited unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks and thighs, which flowered out teasingly from her narrow, beautifully curved waist. She moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture of her innocent, almost unused body as she presented it up in helpless sacrifice to the leering dark eyes above it.
The sadistic high school coach moved in closer to her backsides, and Alice could feel a gentle teasing motion not unlike the feather begin along the sensitive outside edges of her vaginal lips, staying teasingly just inside the moist pink slit of her widespread crotch. Her breasts involuntarily hardened as she realized that Richard Hink was rubbing the rubbery tip of his cock in the soft wet channel between her buttocks, and goose bumps rippled along her skin. She'd been caught unaware by the gentle probing of her helplessly exposed genitals. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more violent attack, but this – this was different, and was unexpected and subtle, an exquisite sensation she couldn't resist!
She felt sudden shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the submissive rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath the teasing softness of his attack, and she groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of submitting to the lewd desire for that giant wet penis which was now so deliciously teasing her backsides. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and fought it with all her might – but the leering Hink knew that it was too late for her and there was no escape.
"You like my love-making, my dear, I can tell," he crooned. "I shall make you very happy now, happier than you've ever been before." Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew that he had broken her will to resist, and now she was ready to receive the pleasures of his hardened cock worming up into her open belly.
Alice moaned again as he increased the speed of his teasing manipulations. She could feel the tips of her nipples hardening into diamond-like chips as her ripe full breasts swayed beneath her quivering chest, and she sighed with the delightful sensations the man behind her was sending through every fiber of her body. Dear God, she must somehow fight; she mustn't succumb as she had been doing – but ohhhhh, how could she? It was so goooooddddd a feeling!
"What a nice, hairless little hole," she heard him mutter and then suddenly the long, thick cock teasing at the portal of her vagina moved upwards through the slipperiness of the Vaseline he had smeared there earlier and nestled throbbing in the tiny puckered lips of her defensively clenched anus. She gasped, sucking in her breath, and then Hink grasped her buttocks in both his hands and flicked his hips forward. She grunted from the sudden, excruciating pain of the unexpectedly brutal intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for him to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But his invasion grew, and she felt her thighs being swept aside as his thick, rigid penis bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her Vaseline lubricated anus. She ached and could only moan and plead for his mercy.
"Ohhh! W-wait! P-please wait! You're killing me!" She screamed out in a whimpering sob. "It hurts! You're too big for me there! Ohhhhhhhhh, stop!"
"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't even taken half of me up in your pretty little asshole yet," he taunted the stricken mother, driving still more of his fleshy shaft forward into the walls of her tightly stretched rectum.
"Aggggghhhhh!" she cried, the penetration increasing. She felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts. His huge, unending cock throbbed on, expanding the warm, moist flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering conquest, pushing far up inside her rectum, the pain unbearable to her with every inch of her passage it took. She fought in wild desperation against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside, but then in a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed, and Hink, flicking his hips forward the final inch, imbedded his thick hard cock all the way up to his testicles in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. She grunted in submission, her eyes and mouth opened wide in torment as she could feel the coarse hair of his loins grinding cruelly into the softness of her buttock-cheeks.
Richard, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to fuck rhythmically and unmercifully deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing rod into her with long, smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping anal flesh out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Hink snorting gleefully to himself and gripping hard on her soft, globular buttocks with each lunge the rampaging penis made into her rectum, trapping her servile body between his skewering from behind and the furry bedcover of the mattress in front. She was hopelessly trapped in her kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered, and her thighs periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him, though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and the humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of the pain, she steeled her mind and clasped tight her anal muscles, trying desperately to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
"Oh God, it hurts… it hurts, it hurts…" she heard herself grunt masochistically, and tentatively to ease the pain, she fucked back against him to meet the forward thrust of his cock. She began to undulate her body, swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke.
"Ooooooh!" Richard Hink groaned. "Ohhh your little asshole's so hot and tight up inside! But that's it, my dear! Ohhhh, that's it!" He threw back his head in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping him, and watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock, feeling the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him. He groaned and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was like a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this innocently pure young widow impaled so helplessly on his cock. He would fuck it to her now, as she had never had it before, and she would soon learn to love it – hell, she was quickly beginning to love it already! He watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling down over her face and around her neck as she squirmed her nakedly kneeling body lewdly in front of him.
He increased the intensity and speed of his lust-hardened cock fucking into her rectum until her breasts jerked and danced below her helplessly bucking body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She continued to push back at the thick instrument fucking into her from the rear, almost praying for him to cum up in her so it would end, and she could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked in gloating fascination on her twisted and bent form. Gradually she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded in her, and she became aware that hot lubricating juices of her cunt and anus had begun to flow, easing the pain, allowing still more of the ever-growing cock to be pumped into her. She could feel his huge gourd-like testicles brushing against her clitoris between her widespread thighs, and with every pounding beat of them against her hardened little bud, a weird masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the lessening pain was strangely pleasurable, and she waved her buttocks back against it as much as she could.
The sight in the mirrors incited her more. This was total subjugation – being helplessly enslaved on her knees this way, breasts jiggling crazily underneath, and she could see from the reflections in the polished glass the giant rod impaling her from behind. God, it was huge! It appeared as though her buttocks were spread beyond all human endurance. And that monstrous instrument was actually sunk all the way up between them as far as it would go. She could even see the tiny pink lips of her thinly stretched anus clasped tightly around the edges of it. God, what a hole it made in her rectum! The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.
"Is it good?" Hink panted, now stroking the whitely quivering globes of her buttocks, sweat rolling from his face in profusion. "Do you like it?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo! Nooooooo!" Alice moaned, a battle raging within her. She couldn't be liking this! No… No, it was too lewdly awful, too sinfully degrading to enjoy!
"Do you want me to stop?" he taunted cruelly. "Do you want me to stop… and keep the pictures?"
She suddenly groaned at the reminder of why she was kneeling before him and panicked at his threat. "Oh, no! Don't stop!"
"Then say it! Say you love me fucking you in the ass, my dear!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she hissed from between clenched teeth as he fucked the hardness of his cock still deeper and harder into her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole with every sadistic lunge of his pelvis. Oh God, how he was debasing her, treating her like a common slut he had bought for the night. Then, in spite of her revulsion at submitting to him like this, strange masochistic pleasures rippled through her again. She suddenly wanted to be destroyed by what she was doing; she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust inciting sensation.
"Yes, fuck me… Fuck me in the asshole goooddddd…" she grunted through contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining face, the rhythm of his cruel skewering of her rectal passage building an aching hunger for more. Exquisite maddening pleasures purled through her helpless naked form, the thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod into her fueling the hot licking flames in her loins. It was unbearable! "Ohhhhh, God, yesss, fuck me in the ass like that!"
Hink grinned an obscene smile of victory. He had the proud bitch right where he wanted her. She wanted it with all her being now, and by God, he was going to give it to her. He began an even harder, faster fucking motion with his hips, driving her white quivering buttocks high up in the air and then down again as a jockey riding a thorough-bred horse. His thick, rigid cock fucked into her round-stretched anus in heavy, deep thrusts that traveled the full eight inches of fleshy shaft. A moist sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the small bedroom, and the slap of his heavily swinging balls down against her soft, pink vaginal slit and trembling little clitoris below joined it harmoniously. Hink licked his lips hungrily as he watched the tiny reddish pucker of her sphincter muscle clutch at his penis as if it didn't want him to come out, only to disappear inside again as he lunged brutally forward.
Alice groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing rampantly through her sodomistically ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the bed covers as she was bucked up and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was. She could feel his monstrous cock growing inside her mercilessly battered rectum, its giant head pummeling into her like an unrelenting fist. His fingers that tore inhumanly at her nakedly writhing hips gave her no respite from the involuntarily growing pleasure, building… building ever building deep in her belly.
"Harder… Harder… Ohhhhh, cum, cum, fuck me harder and cum," she heard herself chant deliriously in rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart. She wanted to be ripped. Great huge waves of delicious sensations surged through her, her entire body growing like an expanded balloon, threatening to burst into a thousand colored pieces as it had not done since her husband had last fucked her. At last she was filled with cock again, her lewdly tingling body was being raped as never before, and it felt as if her very insides were melting from the fierce heat of her insane arousal and coming out around his stabbing cock in flowing white-hot liquid! Cum… cum… she was going to cum!
Suddenly, with a groan deep from in her lungs, great floods of seething juice streamed out from the walls of her vagina, gushing on out over Hink's testicles as they swung heavily down from the base of his penis. Alice gave one long low scream, reaching back with her hands and splaying her ass cheeks farther apart to give his pistoning cock greater access. She thrust her brutally aching loins up at him with demoniacal force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still-pumping rod. More juices flowed from her quivering vaginal crevice as her nostrils flared and one long gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her chest as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. She collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as the after-sensations floated down gently from the wildly exploding orgasm she had reached.
Her next-door neighbor sensed her climax and drove his penis deep up inside as her legs splayed out on either side of his heavily lunging body. He could feel the hot jet stream begin far down in his inflated testicles, and race headlong down the length of his pulsating shaft, spewing wildly out of the tip deep into the darkly hidden depths of her rectum. He filled her belly completely and felt it overflowing out from her tightly clenched anus to trickle down and mingle with her own orgasmic juices seeping hotly from the soft, hair-lined lips of her excitedly contracting cunt below. He gave one last gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last dregs of sperm into her still quivering backsides, then he, too, collapsed across her spent body, flattening her on her stomach, spread-eagled on the furry white bed.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her forever-expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning.
Any physical damage to her ravished, battered, and bruised body would heal, she knew, but she doubted that anything could ever eliminate the horrible mental injury that she had done unwillingly to herself. She knew that she should now be filled with repugnance and loathing… but she was not, and this made her more frightened than from the vile acts done to her by Richard Hink. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vividly, she remembered her own lustful performance just now. Truly, his handsome, virile body had reached her before he was done. He had come at her like a conquering warrior devouring the spoils of victory, and the fact she could not avoid was that she had completely and wantonly enjoyed the ugly but delicious sensations Hink had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. God, she was ashamed…
She rolled over onto her back, unmindful that all of her naked, lust-sweat beauty was on display in the mirrors, reflecting like a hundred trembling, glistening bodies whose rosy-hued flesh were painted with the mingling fluids of male sperm and female orgasmic secretions. What modesty was there to lose now? He had unlocked some deep, wickedly lewd blackness in her soul, and if he wanted a whore, then a whore she would be. And she sickeningly realized that she would respond with more than just an act to please him – she would be that whore, reveling in his cruel debasement…
And then in the reflecting glass above and around her, the lovely young mother suddenly saw other figures. Her eyes flew wide with startled, terrified shock, and she struggled to her knees on the bed, tottering with humiliation and torment. Two boys and a strange girl were slowly advancing into the bedroom, but there were only dim, hazy images to her, her eyes staring with utter mortification at the slim young teenager whose face was distorted with horror and disbelief in front of them.
"Sandy!"