"Oh, God, yes," squealed young Cindy Fawcet. "Like a geyser I do!"
The answer was in response to Sharon's simple question: "Do you ever have wet dreams?" The look on Cindy's face, if the words themselves hadn't been enough of a statement, said it all. She was delighted just with the thought of a wet dream. "Do you know," she continued, "that one night I came so hard that I nearly woke up my parents? Do you have any idea what would have happened if they had discovered me doing that? Do you think they would have let me out of the house ever again? Why no, they'd have probably beat the hell out of me for a week and a half! And I really mean it, too! My father would have tanned my hide if he knew I was into that. And how are you supposed to keep from cuming if it's a wet dream, anyhow?"
"I know exactly what you mean," said Sharon to her high school buddy. "My father and mother found me last weekend after I'd had a little bit of my own personal orgy. There was no way in the world I could talk to them after that. They just wouldn't listen. Now I have to creep around the house and not say anything at all that has to do with sex. For fear I'll get beaten up again. My father used his belt. I never thought he would do that. My mother, of course, she doesn't even give a damn at all. One time she came in and helped me, even, helped me get it off the rest of the way, used her hand to do that and all. But my dad, he doesn't go for it at all."
"Boy," said Cindy, unbuttoning her blouse, "I sure am glad we decided to talk today." She slipped out of her cotton white shirt and walked across the bedroom in just her bra and skirt. "You don't mind if I change into something a little more comfortable, do you?" She smiled prettily at Sharon who watched her long time school acquaintance go about the task of changing clothes. The two girls had known each other since they were little. They often shared stories about what it was like to have a date with this or that boy, on who they would most like to be seen with, and then again on who they would most like to suck off or screw. It was only natural that they have similar tastes, but it was on account of Cindy's suggestion, that afternoon, that Gary Wonten was the best possible male at Dover High that led the two girls back to Cindy's house. Sharon argued that young Davey would just have to be a better fuck, that there were no two ways about it, and she argued so vehemently and so passionately that she didn't even realize that she was walking all the way home to Cindy's house. Now they had arrived and taken to talking about sundry other things.
"You know," said Cindy, "there is one time that I remember, when I was a little younger, when my father did something very odd. He came into my room when my mother was away and he sat down alongside my bed. I must have been only eleven or twelve. He sat next to me and he ran his hand along my arm. I think he wanted to see if I was awake or something. I wasn't, but I was, and when I realized that that was what he was trying to figure out, just laid there. I didn't do anything at all except lay there. Do you know what he did?"
"No, what?" asked Sharon. "And how come you didn't tell me about this before?"
"I just forgot, I guess," said Cindy. She slipped out of her skirt. She had smooth tanned thighs and nicely sculpted calves. Her pubic hair was dark and the flesh leaves comprising her labia ruby red and shining. Her supple loins shimmered as she continued to tell her chilling story. "You see," she said, "it's not the kind of thing that I wanted to remember necessarily. He stroked my arm to see if I was awake, like I said, and then he let big fingers get down close to my pelvis. That was quite frightening. You know what I mean? He got his hands down close to my legs and I was really a little afraid. If it was anyone except my father I would have started screaming for my father – if you know what I mean. But it was him, right there in person, so I figured it must be alright. He pulled down the sheets and he climbed in right next to me. I was still half-asleep but my heart was beating a mile a minute."
"I'm getting turned on," said Sharon Pettibone, "just listening to this story. What happened next?"
Cindy picked up her leg and slipped a foot into a tight pair of levies. "Well, next he started rubbing up against me. He was only wearing a pair of underwear, too. I could feel his boner down there. Oh, God, it was big. I had never touched one before, either. I was going to reach down there and touch it so I could enjoy myself a little, but then I realized that if I did that Daddy would know I was awake. I just laid there and let him go sliding and rubbing and all the way he wanted to. I had to do it. I didn't have any choice at all. Imagine if you told your father that he couldn't touch you when he thought you were asleep or something. Well, anyhow, after a little while I felt his muscle get all wet and all. He was breathing pretty hard for a while before that. I forgot to mention that. And I guess it was because he was ejaculating. Then it was all over. He climbed out of bed and left me alone there. I thought for sure he was going to come back and do it again or something because he left the hall light on, and that's something he never does. Pretty soon my mother came home and then they went to sleep. I never told him that I knew what he did that night. I always just pretended that I was asleep. Nobody except you, Sharon, knows about that."
"Hot fucking damn!" said Sharon. She snapped her fingers and clicked her tongue. "Did he never talk to you about that ever?"
"Never," said Cindy who had finished dressing. "Oh, my, I get chills just thinking back about it."
"Oh, I guess so," said Sharon. "That's about one of the sexiest things that could ever happen to a girl."
"Not by a long shot," said Cindy. She was fully dressed now, in her new outfit. She took a seat on, her bed next to Sharon.
"Well, then," said Sharon, "you tell me something sexier!"
Cindy reached her hand between Sharon's legs. "You and I could make love," she said. She slid her finger upwards into Sharon's twat. Sharon wore no underwear so it was real easy for Cindy to get a hold of the young woman's clitoris.
"Oh, God, I don't know if we should," said Sharon. "I mean, I'm all turned on and all, but I haven't even made love to a boy, and here I am letting you play with my twat, Cindy. It doesn't seem quite right." She lifted the other girl's hand out from between her legs and smiled. "You don't hate me, do you?"
"No, I don't hate you," said Cindy, blushing and wondering why Sharon didn't want to sleep with her.
"Listen," said Sharon, who stood now and scratched her straight blonde hair, "I think I better go home. But just as soon as I get old Davey to fuck me, then I'll be back and you and I can do it, o.k. Cindy?" She leaned forward and gave her bosom buddy a kiss on the cheek. "I promise," she added, and with that she left.
On her way home, in her short skirt and without her panties, she felt the cool breeze rushing between her twat leaves and making her feel sexy all over. The story about Cindy and Cindy's Dad sure had made young Sharon Pettibone awfully horny. She could feel the juices beginning to collect in her cave, and she wondered if she would have the house to herself long enough to rip of a masturbatory piece of ass. She knew that she was plenty hot and plenty ready to go. She only needed to be alone and able to fantasize a couple of hot scenes. The rest would take care of itself.
Sure enough, she arrived home and discovered on the living room table a note scribbled in her mother's familiar and difficult to read scrawl: "Your father and I have gone out for the night. There's steak in the fridge. Have a good night." It was signed, "Love Alice."
"Well," she said aloud, "I guess that leaves only one more person to be concerned with." And just then the door to her bedroom opened in front of her and her sister, Debby, unknowingly scurried in the nude from the bedroom to the bathroom, saying as she went, "Lenny, I'll be right back." She giggled and shut the bathroom door behind her.
Sharon peeked around the bedroom door. There in her sister's bed was a big man with a big wet erection. The tip of his mushroom meat was the first thing that young Sharon Pettibone saw. She couldn't believe how large it was, how full and thick the stem of the hot meat was. She wanted to rush in and fall on her knees before her sister's new find and beg him to let her have just a taste of such a beautiful hog. She flushed as the thought raced across her mind. She could do it. She was about to take the first step forward, into the hallway and down the corridor. She didn't move though, because the bathroom toilet flushed, the door burst open, and out came Debby, her titties flying left and right and she new back into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Sharon could hear her older sister say: "Diaphragms are a pain in the arse, but babies are even worse."
She cursed herself for coming home and thinking she would have the place to herself. She wondered if maybe Debby and the young man, whatever his name was, would soon be leaving and thus giving her the privacy she needed in order to satisfy her own giant sexual needs. The crave and itch in her twat had grown large and demanding. "If only they would leave in a little while," she pouted. "If only I knew for a fact that they would be leaving in a little while. Then I could live with the idea of waiting."
She considered going into the bathroom and sitting down on the toilet to tweak her twitching clitoris, but she hated the feel of that round seat against her buns and she didn't like looking at the cold tile of the john. She would have to think of something else. But the sight of the real hard-on. The previous story of incest told by her friend Cindy, the day's events in general and the fact that she was a pubescent teenager – all of these things combined together to make Sharon Pettibone so hot and so lusty that her juices began leaking out of her twat labia without her lifting a finger. "Oh, God," she muttered to herself, still standing in the hallway entrance, "what the hell am I supposed to do?"
While thinking about alternative plans, she slipped her hand down under the folds of her skirt and came up with a handful of fresh juicy twat flesh. She rubbed her finger into her pussy. For support and for comfort and ease she leaned back against the hallway wall and then pressed her finger even further up into her juicy hole. She felt the wall behind her, flat against her back, and she felt her finger sliding in and out of her hot wet pussy. She enjoyed the strokes she was giving herself in her cunt. Her mighty little clitoris was up and active, throbbing for more and more sexual stimulation. And as for the juices boiling inside her pussy cavern – they were all going wild, ready to bubble over. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. She used her other hand to go searching under her blouse for her left nipple. She found it and teased the cherry tips upright. They stood active and ready for service like tin soldiers at attention. "Oh, God," she sighed, slipping to the wood floor below, "I need to have it now."
By the time she was sitting flat on the hallway floor, legs spread, feet turned outwards, loins wide open, she was dreaming about a particularly brutal fellow who was threatening to beat her.
"I'm going to give you a beating you'll never forget," he insisted. "So just get used to the idea."
He had dark eyes and bushy eyebrows. He could see in Sharon Pettibone's face a basically subservient creature. He was going to rule her, to make her submit to every vile and disgusting thing be could possibly think of. He knew just from a single inspection of her young face that she was by far one of the most masochistic creatures he had ever met. He stepped forward brandishing a metal and leather chain device. He clipped it by a silver bracelet to her naked wrist. She wailed at him, struggled to be free, but there was no escape. He dragged her behind him. At first she was able to keep up with him. They were on a dusty dirty road, as though suddenly she and this sadist had been dropped into the middle of the New Mexico plains country. He dragged her along the road and she lost her footing. He kept pulling, though, and she went down, nude, behind him. He managed to keep her moving only because of his tremendous brute strength.
Then, in the dust, out in the middle of nowhere, he chained her to a single steel pole. She was in tether. He took from a case formerly strewn over his shoulder a pair of metal prongs and a hammer. He pounded the prongs halfway into the dusty road. Then he took a third and a fourth horseshoe shaped prong and pounded them part way into the dirt road. Finally, he unleashed young and naked Sharon Pettibone and forced her ankles and wrists under the four prongs. The metal clasps were perfectly arranged. The mysterious strong man pounded the clasps the rest of the way down so that all four pieces of steel held Sharon's small wrists and only slightly thicker ankles close to the ground. She was bound taut to the road.
He began laughing. He chortled, and then he laughed loudly, so loud that his laughter could be heard echoing off some distant plateau of rock. When he heard his voice returning to him he stopped. He smiled at Sharon who was in a state of abject fright. He looked down at her naked pussy and smiled again. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of this bitch," he said, as if talking to someone else. He climbed down between her legs and took his meat in hand. "I'm going to fuck her so hard that she doesn't know what hit her." He speared her in the pussy.
His hefty meat impaled Sharon. She couldn't move. The prongs held her tight to the beaten road. The strong man filled her flesh breach with hot cock meat. She was frightened, but she couldn't help juicing a great deal all over the man's stiff cock. "Oh, God," she moaned, not to him because she knew he didn't care. "Oh, God, fuck, fffuuuuucccckkkkk!"
She came to on the hallway floor. Her sister Debby and her boyfriend Lenny were standing naked above her. "Sharon?! Sharon?!" They were yelling at her, trying to bring her back from some faraway place about which she had been screaming and yelling. She looked up and saw Lenny's big stiff meat. It was wet and thick. She thought it looked like the strong man's muscle. For a moment she was frightened. She closed her eyes and settled back against the wall. "What happened?" she asked. "Did something happen?"
They looked at each other and then down at Sharon. Debby said: "You were crying out. You were yelling not to beat you. You were saying that they shouldn't use the whip and you had your hand in your cunt. Were you dreaming? Sharon? What were you doing here in the hallway?" Then Debby saw that Sharon's hand had been down between her young loins. "Oh, poor darling," said Debby Pettibone softly. "I think I understand now."
"I wish someone would tell me," said Lenny who stood up and went back to the bedroom. Debby followed after him and in a whisper she said: "My sister never fucked before. She was out there masturbating, probably about you, silly. And she got carried away. That's all."
"I get it," said Lenny, "and you want me to fuck her?"
"No, I certainly don't," said Debby. "But she will need to have something real and rooty pretty soon. Or she's going to go crazy again." She smiled and went back to young Sharon. She tried to comfort her horny younger sister.