The sexual use of children has been a problem in all nations, throughout all periods of history. Maybe the word problem does not actually apply; some nations have not considered such as a problem. Children have been used sexually during the Middle Ages, often being sold by unfeeling-and unloving-parents to houses of ill repute, and as recently as the seventeenth century three and four year old girls were burned at the stake by one of the powerful church groups for copulating with demons. We know-from history-that little girls could copulate with demons because St. Thomas and St. Jerome said so. How can two great saints possibly be wrong?
Children were extensively used for sex during the Victorian era in which people had the dirtiest' minds and the greatest degree of hypocrisy in all history, an age in which, gentle ladies covered the legs of armchairs in order to,remove temptation from their husbands, while their husbands wallowed in vice in the privacy of brothels staffed by thousands of prostitutes. Children vanished every day off the filthy streets of London and other large cities, to wind up imprisoned in cribs as playthings for adults seeking to create a novel sexual situation, often to revel in the shame and confusion of the child victim. Boys were also kidnapped to be used for pederasty. Even today in some parts of Europe, in all large cities the markets for these deviant and perverted needs are well stocked; and there are places in some of our own largest cities to which a man-or woman-can go and, for a very stiff fee, have sexual experiences with a small boy or girl.
As for sexual activities with teenage girls-the United States is a pedophile's paradise. Nor does he have to use force whatsoever, not in a society in which parent permissiveness borders on almost a fear of one's own children… in a matriarchal society in which teenagers are pampered to the point of placing them on pedestals. In such a society, thousands of teenage girls are more than willing to shack up with an older male.
There is certainly more to the perversion than meets the public eye. Early and precocious sexuality in children is invariably a blunt invitation to the pedophiliac the open sesame that sends him rushing vigorously to his victim; another fact, unfortunate that it is, is that the pedophile seems to have an almost preternatural propensity for recognizing this trait in children.
We have a mother, not necessarily a pedophile, who recently found out just how interested in sexual matters her two daughters were. This woman-a widow- wanted better things for her family, and when she discovered her older daughter-thirteen-was a chronic masturbator, she began formulating a plan to better their financial state. The youngest daughter, Linda, was hardly eleven years old and not quite convinced about the plan. Yet, she was brought into the situation by the greed of her mother. Once the mother's plans were explained, Lois, the thirteen-year-old daughter, became quite enthusiastic about it, and between her and her mother, Linda was persuaded to go along reluctantly.
The plan was executed.
The number and variety of people who work in a big manufacturing plant always break down into certain types, particularly the men. Among the men there are the loners, the shy ones… who keep completely to themselves. There are the wolves who know everybody in the plant, men and women alike. They are the kind of people who are always selling punchboard chances, or tickets to a benefit raffle, and who are never without a little something of their own going.
Bernie and Jud fitted neatly into the glad-hander category. Rhetorically, they were gyro inspectors. Actually, they were the equivalent of the old-time town criers. They circulated everywhere, always bubbling with the latest news and gossip. In addition, they were incurable wolves, and Marsha's-the mother of Linda and Lois-succulent, swelling bottom had more than one black and blue mark put there by the friendly pinchings and feelings of the two inseparable men.
Marsha liked neither of them-Jud was too fat, his mouth was never entirely closed, and behind the constant good humor in his eyes, there was something secret and hidden. It was as if his exuberance were his only defense against the world, and, should it be stripped from him, he would be found naked, shriveled and vulnerable.
Bernie was different. He was a little weasel of a man, with long black hair so plastered down with grease that it might have been painted on his skull, and he wore a thin, black mustache. He did not move he scuttled and slithered. He would come up without warning, sneak a feel of some female's buttocks or breasts, at the same time distracting attention from his hands with an outflow of gossip and dirty, crude jokes in a high-pitched whine.
But there was no denying the two got around. How they kept their jobs and still circulated as they did, no one could say. They seemed to cover the entire plant-not only their own shop building, but all the others as well, not to mention the engineering department. Let a draftsman drop his pencil in the drawing room and Bernie would know about it in the shop before it was retrieved from the floor. Let a welder burn his hand on a piece of hot iron in the welding shop, and Jud would have made a joke of it in the other buildings before the company nurse had finished applying an ointment to the burns.‘
They also knew the deepest sexual desires of most of the men who worked in the huge plant.
Impatiently, the two men arrived at Marsha's apartment early. They barged in, their hair plastered with grease and cheeks reeking with cheap shaving lotion. Linda, the eleven-year-old daughter, was still in the bathtub. She heard the clamor of the men's stale good' humor in the living room, and stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel Before she could get her hand on it, the bathroom door banged open and Bernie slithered in.
His narrow eyes widened as he stared at the pretty nakedness of the young girl crouching in the tub. "God Almighty," he breathed in appreciation. "Oh, Christ look at that twat!"
Linda, blushing and frightened, felt nausea rising in her throat as the man's beady eyes moved over her immature body. She felt disgust, but her mother had said these two disgusting men must be humored. They must be shown a good time, mother said-so, instead of snarling the way she wanted to, Linda smiled a sweet "expression at him. She knew what she must do. Her smile ‘turned into a sensual, yet innocent welcome, invitational smile. Overcoming her fear of the disgusting man, Linda pulled her hands away from the concealed nakedness of her hairless vagina, arching her hips seductively.
"You could have knocked," she said softly, climbing from the tub, "but I suppose it really doesn't matter does it? I was ready to be dried anyway." She took the towel and handed it to him. "Here… want to do it for me… " she pouted childishly-sexily.
Bernie held the towel as he didn't know what to do with it-what it was for. He seemed incapable of movement. He stood there, his eyes shunting up and down the ivory smoothness of her little-girl nakedness, lingering on her flat stomach and below, to gaze with open passion at the pink slit peeking provocatively between her long thighs. Having learned her lessons well from her mother and sister, Linda turned slowly, presenting small but ever so luscious buttocks to his view.
"Well… are you afraid?" she murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. "Haven't you ever seen a little girl before?"
"I no… no, I ain't… "
"You seem to like looking at naked little girls," she said softly, arching her bottom toward him sensually. "Aren't you going to dry me?"
Slowly, Bernie moved toward her. She grinned as her eyes saw the bulging in his pants, disgusted but happy with her success at arousing him. Gently, hesitantly, as if he were afraid she would shatter, he patted the towel at her swelling buttocks.
"You'll never get me dry that way," Linda said, overcoming her fear and growing bold with her knowledge of power of this weasel-like man. "You're suppose to rub them… rub them hard…
Her words seemed to break the frozen, astonished trance that held him in its grip. He did as she said, with growing anxiety. She heard the breath hiss through his nostrils, felt his hands kneading and clutching, feeling her through the terry cloth. In spite of herself-her revulsion for this man and what she had to do-his moving fingers and palms, his ministrations, produced a strong reaction in her slender body. Warmth grew in her almost nonexistent breasts and flowed outward, chilling up and down her spine with delicious anticipation. Her pink, hairless vaginal lips began to moisten and quiver and she gently rubbed her thighs together as he toweled her bottom. Her own breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as he rubbed harder. She was glad now, that her mother and sister had utilized that rubber phallus on her tender orifice, relieving her of the unwanted virginity just for the purpose now in effect.
"They're they're dry," she said thickly at last.
"Now… dry the rest of, me." Bernie moved the towel around and over the flat• plane of her now shivering stomach.
"There… dry me there, too," Linda's voice was low husky-as she watched his hands. She parted her slim thighs, arching her pubic mound out to his rubbing hands.
Bernie was kneeling before her now, his face inches from her pretty, delicate crotch.
"Christ… Christ!" he kept saying over and over again, as if it were the only word he knew to express his rampant emotions "Oh, slut slut…"
"That a Linda encouraged him with a low, passion-filled voice "Now do the insides of my thighs rub the towel over them… yes, like that… now, get to my pussy… aahhh, yes, there! There… No, oh no, not yet!" she said quickly.
Bernie, overwhelmed by the small girl's beauty, had dropped the towel. He was staring directly at her pink, quivering vaginal lips, seeing the moist flesh pulsate, and almost involuntarily, he had reached out one hand, twisting a finger between the tender petals of her orifice, worming it in deeply, thrilling to the tight warmth that closed over his digit.
"No…" Linda groaned as her passion came close to bursting, pulling her hips backward from his caressing fingers. "Take… take your finger out of there! Not don't do it inside… not inside my pussy! Just dry me… "
"But… Oh, Christ!" he hissed hoarsely, his eyes burning with desire. He had no idea such a young girl could be so beautiful, so wanton, so desirable. "You're such a… a… Christ!"
"Just dry me," Linda said, stamping one naked foot childishly. "Don't be feeling me up… not yet!" It was fun to tease and tantalize, to torment this lusting man with her body. And when she finally gave him complete liberty with her naked loveliness, he would be that much more appreciative-for some reason that was what her mother seemed to want.
"Now," Linda said after a moment. "Now… you can stand up… and stop staring at my pussy like you want to eat me up! Hand me that gown, please."
The gown was rose-colored, and as transparent as glass. It had been selected and purchased for this night. Linda slipped it over her slender body without pulling on her undergarments, thrilling at the way this evil-looking man ogled her body. "Now," she smiled sexily at him, "let's go to the living room."
Linda walked from the bathroom first, Bernie following behind, his eyes never leaving from the luscious sight of her almost naked bottom as it jiggled and swayed saucily. Linda took extra pains to undulate her hips for his viewing pleasure.
In the living room, Marsha was sitting on the couch with Jud, the top of her dress down around her waist and the fat man was fondling her swollen breasts. Marsha's skirt was high, bunched around her hips and the man was driving his middle finger in and out of her wet, exposed vaginal passage, bringing moans and whimpering sounds from Linda's mother's throat. Before them, her thirteen-year-old sister was dancing, completely naked, her hips arching and jerking, small breasts jiggling. Her smoke-colored mist of pubic hair flashed close to Jud's eyes which were bugging out lustfully. Lois twirled and twisted, her swelling, smooth bottom working in fluid motion.
Linda stood near her mother, watching the digital action of the man's hand between her mother's heavy thighs for a second, a trickle of disgust seeping through her at the cynical animality of the erotic scene.
Marsha untangled herself, closing her widely splayed thighs and ran a hand over Jud's slicked down hair and pinching one of his cheeks playfully. Then, with a lewd giggle, she grabbed for the swelling bulge in front of his pants, squeezing his burgeoning penis. "You two like my daughters, huh?" Her breath came quick and heavy with passion. "Well… let's get cooled down and have a drink, what do you say?"
In the kitchen, helping her mother mix drinks for the men, Linda shuddered. "He's like some kind of blob… a real beast!" she whispered.
"Blob or no blob," her mother said. "I'm going to pull out all the' stops with those two, dear… and you and Lois are going to do the same! Whatever those two bastards want, do it! Fuck the piss out of them… take their cocks up your cunt, your asshole… even suck their dirty little pricks! But whatever they want, do it! We've got to have those two perverts on our side."
"Oh, no! Not all those things, Mother! I'll do like you said… I'll let them fuck me all they want… in my pussy… but nothing else!" Linda made a sour face. "They make me want to puke!"
"It will only be this once, baby," Marsha whispered to her daughter. "After tonight, we won't have anymore to do with them. But tonight… if they want a blow job, then suck the piss out of their cocks! Take it up your asshole… I promise you, darling, everything will be fine soon."
Marsha wrapped her arms around her youngest daughter, hugging her tight, whispering. "Don't blow the works, darling. Right after we give them a piece of ass, I'll talk business."
Two drinks around later, Jud slapped his meaty thigh impatiently. "Goddamn… I can't stand it any longer. I've been sitting her looking at those young twats long enough! Fuck this sitting around and looking! I want to fuck!"
Bernie wiggled in his chair. "Me too," he stood up.
Marsha had been keeping them both at arm's length, letting them look at her two succulent daughters until she felt they were sufficiently aroused… watching the fire build in them. Now, she stood and stretched lazily.
"I bet those two girls of mine feel exactly the same way," she said. "I think we should all go to the bedroom, don't you?"
Bernie was at Linda's side immediately, his hand gripping her upper arm, his weasel eyes glowing with passion. "You said it! Which bedroom you want us to take?"
Marsha smiled seductively. "Why… I thought we would all take the one bed," she murmured.
Bernie's eyes popped. "All of us… in one bed?"
"Well," Marsha said, still smiling, "I thought the four of you would use the bed. I'll stay out of it, if you don't mind. Besides… the four of you in one bed will make it so much convenient when you… change partners."
Jud and Bernie both swallowed hard. "Oh… boy!" Jud whispered hoarsely.
The light was turned on in the bedroom, and nobody bothered to turn it off, especially since the two men wanted to see all the naked loveliness of these two tender young girls. Linda followed her mother and sister unquestioningly. Lois, already naked, was being pawed by Jud's thick hands. Linda shrugged out of her gown to let her slender, naked charms stand in striking contrast to her sister's fuller, more mature body. Then, fighting down a twinge of repugnance, she lay down on the bed beside her sister. Marsha took a chair at the side of the room, staying to make certain no physical harm came to her daughters.
The two men raced to discard their own clothing.
When Jud was naked, the two sisters saw his penis, when it slipped from his shorts, surrounded by sparse, straw colored hair. Even with erection, it was not much larger than a fat cigar, and only six inches in length. Bernie's penis was of average size in length, but slim as a broom handle. The black hair, growing down his thin chest to meet at his joined thighs, lushly covered his extremely large and full testicles. They were the largest Marsha and Lois had ever seen, and since Linda only had pictures for comparison, she didn't realize their size as being large.
"Golly," Lois whispered, eyeing his swollen testicles. "You look like you can come off a whole bucketful!"
The two men, now totally naked, literally leaped at the girls. Bernie lay beside Linda and his hands started working and feeling over her little body as if he were afraid she would get away. His lips closed over one immature nipple and she felt him suck hard, his tongue swirling madly. Jud lay between the two girls On his back with Lois leaning over his flat chest, tongue thrust deep into his mouth. Jud ran his hand over her firm, rounded buttocks, pulling them apart to squeeze them together again brutally.
Bernie's fingers were darting into the warm, moist and hairless lips of Linda's vagina, bringing the thin lubricating fluid. She moved her hand down to his fantastically slim penis and closed her fingers around it just the way her mother had instructed her to do. She glanced quickly for approval at her watching mother, and was rewarded with a small smile. Bernie began moving his hips up and down, causing his penis to slide In and out of her fist. Linda, feeling the powerful throb of it, warmed swiftly and reached for the small organ of Jud. With both hands now, the young girl massaged and masturbated both men, soft moans rippling from her mouth as the fingers wormed in and out of her heating passageway. She closed her eyes, shutting her mind from the ugly males, imagining other, more handsome men instead.
Feeling movement from Jud and her sister, she opened her eyes and saw Lois straddling the fat. man, her slim legs wide, on her hands and knees. As her sister lowered her hips down to the upthrusting penis, Linda held on to it at the base and guided it into the waiting, hair-fringed lips of her sister's opening, being rewarded with a smile of approval from her mother. Lois groaned as the swollen instrument slipped deeply into her clasping vaginal lips. Then the two bodies were joined tightly, flesh against flesh. Linda-following her instructions to the letter-placed her hand in a position so she could finger the small, excited clitoris of her sister, now swollen •with passion. Lois began moving her rounded hips up and down, riding the fat man's rigid organ. Jud cupped the two small swinging breasts above his face and closed his eyes in ecstasy'.
Bernie was still screwing his finger in and out of the eleven-year-old girl's orifice, but his movements were getting more frantic. His lips continued to eat at her flat breasts. Both men went rigid at the same time, their bodies heaving in the bed as they approached a climax. Linda's hand beat a steady, rhythmical tattoo up and down Bernie's throbbing penis, she felt the warm fluid of his ejaculation come running out of his thin appendage, coating her small hand with the sticky substance.
The two men relaxed with a long, drawn-out sigh. Lois crawled off the fat man and, still on her hands and knees, smiled at them. Seeing the sperm filling her sister's hand and running over in white rivulets, she crawled across Jud and placed her face close to the squirting organ, lowering her lips to the still held, softening phallus. With, her tongue she licked the tip and sides of Bernie's penis, lapping up the cooling semen. Then, after cleaning the mess from his penis, she licked the hand of her sister, sucking up the remaining sperm.
Seeing her sister do this, Linda was overwhelmed with passion suddenly. She sat up and then leaned down over the flaccid, almost hidden penis of the fat man and began to lick his testicles and penis. Her small tongue licked through the sparse hair, lapping up the warm fluids of his ejaculation and the slippery secretions of her sister that remained on the man's genitals. The men writhed and squirmed beneath the oral ministrations of the two young girls. Then, after the genitals were cleaned of juices, the two men rose from the bed and looked at the two naked girls, still side by side on the bed, their legs spread widely, genitals exposed.
"Christ… " Bernie whispered.
"You two really like it, don't you?" Jud said, a smile on his round face, making him look like the village idiot. This said, he left the bedroom and returned with drinks for him and Bernie.
"I'd like to see those two kids eat each other's twats," he stated, not smiling this time. In fact, his face appeared to have a dangerous expression on it.
"Me, too," echoed Bernie.
The girls glanced at their mother, who still sat at the side of the room. Marsha nodded her head slightly. Without saying a word, the two sisters, still steaming in undisguised passion, turned to each other, hands groping and caressing. Putting their arms about each other's waist, tongues met and playfully chased the other's into moist, eager months. After a bit, Lois rolled on top of her small sister and pressed her hairlined pelvis down onto the hairless mound below. Linda arched her small hips, pressing back to create a delicious sensation of friction. The two sisters began rolling their compact buttocks, clitoris against clitoris. Hands fondled at twisting bottoms, tongues lapping and tasting moist, red mouths. Sighs and moans and whimpers came from the writhing sisters, then a loud cry erupted from Lois' lips and she twisted until her face was directly above the sweet scented lips of her sister's pink, pulsating slit. She tossed her slim thighs over Linda's face and spread them wide, pulling her knees beneath her quivering stomach, presenting her own dripping, softly furred vagina to ‘Linda's passion contorted face. Linda licked her pointed tongue out over her swollen lips, staring at the quivering flesh above her, then she raised her head, hands cupping the delicate curves of buttocks and buried her face into the steaming channel, her tongue fluttering furiously. She spread her own thighs, giving access to her inflamed orifice, whimpering as she felt her older sister's tongue dart out and snake into the slippery lips deeply.
Linda was aware of her feet being pulled… pulled around until the soles brushed on the carpet. Her succulent buttocks hung just over the edge of the mattress, her legs being pulled up and ankles placed on someone's shoulders. She gurgled happily into the messy opening of her sister, then pulled her face away to peer down the length of her body to see the slender penis of Bernie materialize above her eyes. Like a small child being afraid of having candy taken from her, she quickly pressed her mouth to Lois' vagina, pulling the inflamed, sensitive clitoris into her lips and sucking furiously. Her eyes opened wide as she realized what Bernie was attempting to do with his slim organ. He was rubbing the smooth head up and down the faintly brown pucker of her sister's anus, pressuring against the resisting hole. Lois, feeling this added sensation, did not once halt in her tongue-fluttering ministrations on the sweet genitals below her, but she did press her bottom backward, letting the thin man know she was willing-eager-to accept the swollen penis into her rectum. The young girl felt something small and hard pressing into her own back passageway, pressing beneath the sucking and licking mouth of Lois. Her dazed mind thought it felt just like a finger. Through her lust-filmed eyes, she saw the difficulty Bernie was having with his attempt in penetrating her sister's' rectum. She pulled her mouth from the wet opening, still smeared with foaming secretions and pulled the erect penis of Bernie down to her mouth. Her lips parted and she pulled the smooth head of his penis between them, her tongue moving and sliding in delicate licks around the throbbing pole, sucking hard at the knob, all the time caressing the smooth cheeks of her sister's lovely bottom. After she had thoroughly sucked his organ, coating it with her hot saliva, she released it and seeing that it was sufficiently lubricated by her mouth, she grasped the base and guided it with her fist to the small puckered passage of Lois' rectum. Bernie sighed, then pressed forward so that the tip of his organ was directly against the resisting flesh. He gave a lunge, and Linda, still ‘guiding the slim penis, saw it slip' into the tight orifice, the lips of her sister's rectum clasping it hard. About the same time, Linda squealed with a sharp pain that' stabbed into her ‘own rectum, realizing the fat man had penetrated her bottom to the fullest. The pain didn't last long, and was quickly replaced by a sensation that was so intense, she felt as if she would reach an orgasm at any second. Whimpering in delight, she glued her mouth back on the hairlined hole of her sister and began furiously tonguing it, running her tongue in and out of the slippery tunnel. She could feel the hungry licking of Lois at her own writhing vagina, and the hot staff that plunged time and again into her no longer resisting rectum. With her eyes watching the slender penis assault her sister's willing rectum, she struggled hard to suck and lick and breath at the same time, grasping the man's testicles with one hand. Now, with a male phallus up each young rectum, and a tongue on each steaming, twisting vagina, the two sisters watching the wild motions of the stiff objects sliding in and out of tightly puckered flesh, became too much for the over-heated emotions of the girls. Both suddenly whimpered and shuddered, their orgasms releasing the terrific energy of their youthful bodies in a massive climax. From somewhere in the greedy depths of their bodies, they were vaguely aware of the spurting semen that splashed into their bodies as the men ejaculated. Groans of intense pleasure bounced from the four walls ‘of the bedroom as Marsha watched her two children and the grown men achieve their climax together, smiling in approval at the way the girls accepted her desires, knowing how that they would go along with whatever she wanted.
After a short period for recovering of the climax, the girls were still in the grip of passion, once it had started. Linda welcomed the heat she felt deep inside her naked body. The four tried many variations of sexual positions, but there had to come a time when the four of them were just an exhausted tangle of sweating flesh, all desire satiated. Linda found herself emerging from the haze of lust into a cold and revolting reality. She glanced around her at the obscene display, then dragged herself from beneath the weight of flesh, of the two men who lay partially across her and partially across her sister. Lois moved also, struggling to free her naked body of the men.
"Everybody happy?" Marsha asked from her chair.
The reply of the men was a pair of exhausted sighs.
"Then, you four get cleaned up. I'll mix some drinks and then we talk business."
After a quick shower, Linda joined the four in the living room. She had chosen a robe that was thoroughly un-sexy. She sat on the living room couch with her legs curled underneath her buttocks. Now that the heat of, passion was gone from her tender body, she felt a sense of revulsion growing in her steadily. She didn't want any part of what her mother was planning, not in this wild, profligate manner of gratifying her sensuality with just anyone.
"I want to make some money," Marsha said flatly, watching the reactions of the two men. "Not just a little money-a lot of it."
Jud blinked, then laughed shortly, "Hell… who don't?"
"All right," Marsha said. "You can make some, too." Jud looked interested, and his little eyes narrowed in his doughy face. "What you got in mind?"
"I've been gathering some data," Marsha said.
"Did you know that over six hundred men work at the factory? Six hundred and nine to be specific and all we need is ten dollars from each of them. Every two weeks… every payday."
Bernie straightened in his chair. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about selling chances," Marsha said.
"Chances?" It was the eleven-year-old Linda who said this. "Chances oil what?"
"Chances on you two," Marsha said calmly. "At ten dollars a throw."
For a minute, ‘the room was totally silent, then Jud stirred, whistling softly. "Now I get' it," he said.
"Well, I don't." Linda uncurled her legs and sat up straight. Her face was knitted in childish irritation. "What do you mean, Mother? I wish you wouldn't be so damned mysterious."
"I've got it all worked out." Marsha waved the notebook in her hand excitedly. "I've got it figured backward and forward." She stood up and began to pace the room. "There's always some kind of raffle going on out at the factory. Somebody always selling tickets for a chance on a car or boat or a years supply of lubricated rubbers. All right why don't we get in on that? Why don't we sell chances, too? Chances on my two beautiful daughters."
Linda stared at her mother in amazement. "Are you serious, Mother?"
"You bet your fucking little ass I am!" Marsha's voice was crisp. "I'm serious to the tune of over thousands of dollars every two weeks. Look it works like this. Bernie, what's your idea of heaven?"
"Heaven?" Bernie frowned. "Well… I guess to… to be shacked up in a nice hotel somewhere for a weekend. with a beautiful, hot-cunted girl. One who'll flick, suck, or any other flicking thing I want… and of course have all the liquor I can drink."
"That's it," Marsha said. "It's every man's idea of a woman… or heaven. And the way I have it figured, at least five hundred of those swinging cocks at the factory ought to be willing to gamble ten bucks every two weeks for a crack at something like that… even at odds of fifty to one. What do you think of the idea, Jud?"
The fat man was hanging on the edge of his chair, his round face flushed. ‘Why… why… it would be a goddamn natural!"
"Yeah," Bernie blurted. "Yeah… I see it now."
Marsha looked quite smug and proud of herself. "I thought you would." She turned to her two daughters. "You two still don't get it? Well here's the deal; we lease a… house down at the beach for the summer. It'll cost us about a hundred or so a month-the house I have in mind. It's small, only one room… we pay Bernie and Jud a few hundred each, to sell tickets for us. We furnish transportation, food, and liquor. Say a total of fifty a week. All right… we sell five hundred tickets at ten bucks a throw… that's over four thousand dollars every two weeks. There will be two lucky winners… they get to spend the weekend at the, beach with you two, all expenses paid. We raffle ourselves off every goddamn two weeks-don't you see?" She smiled broadly.
Lois was eager, but Linda stared at her mother, amazed at the cynical simplicity of the idea. And at once the two split parts of her psyche began to clamor. She thought it was a wonderful idea, one part of her mind thrilled. It's wrong and disgusting, the other part said.
The man was squat and shaggy, a gorilla wearing clothes who wrestled huge gears and bearings around the warehouse. His forehead was a great crest of bone that nearly obscured tiny, deep-set eyes, and he was barely articulate. But this huge man knew what he liked… he liked tender young girls! When the pitch was given to him, those little eyes lit up, flashing with interest. His thick, loose lips grew moist, and his giant, hairy hands clenched and unclenched.
"Think about it," Bernie whispered, urging the man. "Just think about it. You've seen those two little beauties now and then. You've seen those ‘delicious little titties the oldest girl has. Imagine, Roscoe-imagine being about to just swallow one of those sweet tits… or maybe feeling that little girl pussy of the young one. Hey, man… those two sweet darlings will do any goddamn thing you want, too. You just ask them… they'll do it. Shit, man, want a blow job? That little one can suck your balls dry and still come back for more. Ain't a chance at that worth ten bucks?"
"Uh… yeah," Roscoe grunted. "Yeah. You think I might win, huh?"
"Shit, yes… you got as good a chance as anybody."
The measure of Roscoe's interest was evident in his next words. "You can sell me more than one chance?"
"Sure, buddy… sure. You can buy as many chances as you want. Only ten bucks each. But you better hurry." Bernie looked around furtively. "There juicy little girls are in a big demand. I ain't got many left."
Roscoe pulled out his worn wallet and extracted five tens, handing them to Bernie. Bernie took out a printed booklet, tore out five numbered slips, passed them to Roscoe. "Hang onto those," he cautioned. "The winning number will be printed in the personal column of the morning paper on, Friday. Nothing else… just the number. If you got the winning number, you bring the ticket to me. I'll handle all the arrangements."
"Newspaper? I don't read newspapers."
"Well, no matter how much it strains your brain, you look at the newspaper Friday morning. We can't post the number anywhere here in the plant. Somebody would catch on."
While Bernie was making his rounds in the shops, Jud was walking through the drafting room; a roll of blue-prints under his arm, trying to look as if he were there on business.
After a while, he found the man he was seeking. He caught all the other draftsmen at coffee break, and his pockets were stuffed with money. They had leaped at the idea, making a riotous and obscene joke about the, whole bit. Most of the men had bought at least two tickets. The only one he'd missed was that new fellow, George. Now he was catching him in the corridor and blocked the man's passage. Quickly he explained to the man about the raffle, describing the two girls and what they would do for him.
George was in his early forties, a chinless man with a weak mouth and even weaker eyes behind thick glasses. His body was thin and stooped, his chest nearly concave. He listened closely, and when Jud finished his speech, he shook his head.
"No… no, I couldn't get mixed up in anything like that. In the first place, I've got girls that old myself. You wouldn't expect a man who had children the same age to buy a chance on such a thing, would you?"
"Why the fuck not?" Jud urged. "Just because a man has kids that age don't mean he can't fuck some strange snatch now and then. Think of it, George… a girl like that Lois or her sister. Linda, all for yourself for a whole fucking weekend! And willing to give you any kind of fuck you want.
And… no one ever knows a thing about it. Ocean breeze, plenty of booze, and… hot little girl pussy! What could be better?"
"No," George shook his head nervously. No… I just couldn't. It wouldn't be right. I wouldn't be fair to my own kids."
"What's fair?" Jud asked, pressing his sale. "A pretty young girl ripe for fucking. What's the matter, old man? Don't tell me your wife has worn your cock out already?"
George's face flushed. "No… no," he said timidly. "As a matter of fact, she's… she's a bit cold. Besides, I only get to keep ten dollars a week for myself."
Jud quickly tore a ticket from his booklet. "Tell you what I'll do. If you win, I'll see that the girls throw in a carton of smokes for you Okay?"
George hesitated. "Well…
"Hurry," Jud urged. "There's somebody coming down the hall."
George plunged his hand into his pocket with sudden decision and hauled out loose change and soiled bills. "That should come to about ten dollars. I would do this if only my wife…"
"Sure, sure… I know," Jud said, handing him the ticket. He explained about the announcement in the papers and scurried off.
Roscoe was a very happy man. Just as Bernie had promised… he had won his weekend with the two girls. On the flickering, primeval level of intelligence at which his mind operated, he was aware that this was going to be the best weekend he had ever known. Roscoe had never known a girl like the ones he had now. He had never in his life made out with a woman he did not have to pay and although his desires strongly urged him to the small teenage and pre-teen girls, he had not yet attempted to make contact with any. Now, though, he did not consider having paid for the girls, any more than the child who gets a prize in a box of candy that he has paid for.
Now, sitting beside Lois in the back seat of the car-Linda, George and the girls mother were in the front-Roscoe was almost insane with the delicate fragrance of her little girl smell. Roscoe had been told it would take them an hour to drive to the beach… Roscoe didn't see why that hour should be wasted.
He slipped one brawny thick-furred arm about the small child beside him and dropped one big hand over her thrusting left breast. It was a nice breast, a firm, proud mound with a small, pink nipple. He squeezed the tender flesh and delighted in his savagery, wanting to show this small girl his strength. He was gratified when she gave a short, gasping breath of excruciating pain. Lois did not try to remove his hand; she had tried once before and received a sharp word from her mother, who was driving the car. Now, she sat and let this gorilla of a man fondle her, moaning softly with the pain so her mother would not hear.
In the front seat, sitting between her mother and the slim George, Linda sat passively. Usually quiet and timid around the office, George was encouraged by the girl's stillness and passive acceptance. He had swallowed heavily from the bottle of whiskey provided, and this too built up his aggressions and he set out to explore the immature body next to him.
He ran his hand up and down her smooth thigh, expecting the little girl to clamp her knees tightly together at his touch and was surprised when she didn't. Instead, to his amazement, the little girl spread her legs automatically and his hand slid up the smooth warmth of her inner thigh and found the elastic leg of her panties, now moist with the secretions already flowing… secretions that Linda tried in vain to stop.
In the back seat, Roscoe was openly caressing the fourteen-year-old girl. Lois had pulled her short skirt up, bunching it around her waist to give him access to her hair-lined vagina. The big brute of a man was savage in his assault, uncaring about the pain she felt, only wanting to prove how strong he was. He pulled the crotch-band of her panties aside and brutally rammed two large, meaty fingers deeply into her soft, tender orifice. Lois moaned in genuine pain and lifted her bottom from the seat in a swift, jerking convulsion. Still, with the pain burning through her, she did not protest, and Roscoe blinked in surprise. She was hard for him to figure out. She was letting him do all these things to her, yet she didn't seem to know that he was there at her side at all.
Marsha stopped for gas, and while the tank was being filled, the two men decided to change seats, Roscoe insisting that he wanted to get a feel of the younger sister. George did not protest, timidly accepting the decision of the huge man.
Linda, afraid of him, did not protest as he settled his hulk next to her, knowing her mother would become angry if she did. Now, once more on the highway, Roscoe was showing his animality. His huge, exploring hand felt as if it were ripping her small body to pieces, clawing at her slender thighs and tearing the delicate fabric of her panties. And yet, in some way, Linda welcomed the pain of his rubbing, pinching fingers. In some fashion, she felt as if it were a punishment foisted upon her for obeying her mother in this wicked thing. She sat passively and let those hands do what they wanted, even though they were pulling her young, fragile body to it's limits, and threatened to do her irreparable damage. She let those thick gorilla-like lips of his come down on hers, and she accepted the lolling, thick tongue into her mouth. And, as that hand between her legs did more and more brutal probing, she found that the simulated groans of response she had planned to make were no longer simulated. No matter what the depression of her spirit, her disgust at what she was being forced to do, her body had a life of it's own that could be stirred quite independently from her tortured emotions. It could, in fact, mock her mental abilities and oppose it. And that was what she was finding out now. While her mind grew more and more revolted with this man, her body found him more and more acceptable and slowly began to blot her mind of everything except growing lust.
In the back seat, Linda heard her sister giggle. "You're just like a greedy little boy, George. Why I do believe you've got your whole goddamn hand up my little pussy."
George was drunk. He was both elated and guilty, and on top of being drunk, he found he no longer was ashamed of what he was doing. Most of his guilt had vanished-he felt like a gay and courageous young man, riding to a weekend rendezvous with a sweet little girl hardly older than his daughters. He let his hands wander freely over the small, exciting body and do things that were very bold. He thought she had the most delectable breast he had ever seen-small, but definite and eminently squeezable and suckable. He thrilled to the velvety texture of one mound that was now filling his palm. He liked the way the rubbery nipple moved beneath his fingers. He liked the softness of her earlobe as he nibbled and chewed at it, and the smooth roundness of her long, slender thighs. She was so different… so entirely different from his wife. Why, compared to this teen-aged girl, his wife was just a… a blob!
Lois giggled again. "When you bite my ear like that, I just shiver all over, George. it makes delicious goose pimples pop out all over my skin."
He squeezed her breasts gently. "I can feel them."
"That's not a goose pimple," Lois giggled. "That's my nipple… and you know it, silly. You're hands are so soft… just like a woman's."
"How would you know about a woman's hand on your titties? How many women go around feeling of these things." George was delighted with his witty comeback.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Lois teased, brushing her tongue across his lips in a sensuous manner.
George's eyes widened. "You don't mean it… I mean, you're not… not…
"Cunt licker?" Lois said, amused at his expression when she spoke the words. "No, I'm not a pussy eater, George." She moved her right hand down his thin chest and let it drop to his bulging penis, squeezing it gently, rubbing the rigid flesh. "Still… a change of pace is nice once in a while."
George gasped in surprise at the admission. He'd heard of girls who did things like that to each other, but he'd never actually heard a girl admit it. "You're kidding?"
He glanced at the back of Linda's head, seeing her twist about on the seat and knew Roscoe was digitally exciting the young girl. "You haven't done that with your sister, have you?" he whispered.
"Haven't I?" she teased.
George felt a new kind of passion erupt into a loud roar inside his body. "Have you done it to her, really?"
"That would be telling all my secrets," she teased him, her hand moving and caressing his throbbing penis beneath his pants.
"Look," George whispered, the alcohol making him brave. "Look… that's something I want to to see. Will you… would you put on a little show for us?"
"A show?"
"You and your sister. I've never…"
Lois laughed, throwing her head back. "All right, George. if seeing Linda and I eat each other's snatched will give you kicks, we'll do it. After all, we have to satisfy our customers to stay in business, don't we?"
They were flow parked in front of a cottage surrounded by a growth of exotic plants. Somewhere in the distance, the ocean thundered and roared. Linda came out of exhaustion to alertness. She had never been handled so brutally in her young life. She fought her way through the fatigue that was a natural of the spasms that had racked her delicate body under the brutal assault and straight-forward explorations of the huge man next to her. There was a strange, salty tang in the air that was vaguely stirring. As she pulled her tired body from the, car, she caught the full tang of the inshore wind. It revived her immediately. Suddenly, an overwhelming urge came over her… an urge to rip her clothing from her bruised body and run fast in the direction of that thunder. She wanted to feel the cold salt spray in her face, the impact of cleansing waves…
"Let's unload the supplies," her mother's voice said.
The two sisters went ahead, leaving the unloading to their mother and the two men. In the dim illumination of an overhead bulb, they saw the cottage was simply furnished. There was a table in one corner, a wide bed on either side, and a stove and small refrigerator… and that was all.
While the food was being put away, Roscoe hoisted a liquor bottle and let a sizable portion of its amber contents, gurgle down his throat. He slammed the bottle down and wiped his mouth with the back of a hairy hand. "Now," he sighed. Now… by God, I'm ready. He reached out and seized Lind's arm, spinning her around. "You hear, girl? I'm ready to fuck!"
Linda forced a small smile and concealed the shudder that rippled down her spine. Slowly, she moved from under the clutching hands. "In a bit," she said. "First, why don't we… ‘why don't we all have a nice swim?"
The small child did not think she could yield any more to that hairy beast of a man… at least not right away. She wanted desperately to postpone their activity as long as possible.
"Huh?" Roscoe's dull mind was on one thing only. "No… no swimming. I want a piece of pussy… and I want it now!"
"A swim," Linda said again. "A swim… " her brain raced. "Without clothes on… wouldn't that be fun? A swim-all of us naked-in the moonlight?"
A change came over the big man's face, and lights flickered someplace deep in his eyes. "By God," he grunted. "That's different. Yeah… let's go for a swim. A naked swim!"
George looked excited. "You mean… you'll be naked?"
"Why the fuck not," the girl's mother said quickly. "I think Linda's got a good idea. You boys can see what you're getting that way, right?"
"Let's go," Roscoe grunted. He picked up a full bottle of whiskey from the table. "I'm ready."
The five-three females, two males-walked from the cottage toward the sound of the sea. The wind was clean and cool, and the sand moist, yielding underfoot. Linda felt the wind through her dress. She had never known that anything could feel as cleansing as that sea wind… it was almost like absolution.
They crested a line of sand dunes and looked down at the sea. It was silvery in the bright moonlight. Yes, she thought. Naked… that was the only way to swim in the sea. Eager now, she whipped her dress over her head without shame, slipped out of her torn panties, and stood naked in the sand. The beach was flooded with subtle moonlight, and she stood for a moment, illuminated, letting the air caress her naked body, her thighs, her buttocks, her nubbin breasts. She closed her eyes, her arms outstretched like a naked goddess offering her virginity to the gods. She heard a gasp of appreciation from the two men. Then, without waiting to see if they would follow, the girl ran lightly, her buttocks dancing, across the moist sand and into the water.
It was like liquid ice. She sucked in her breath as she plunged outward and the sea rose about her, small waves beginning to batter at her belly and naked breasts. Linda was an excellent swimmer. She saw a big wall of water coming toward her, and as it crested and posed, she dived under it. She felt it tugging at her, but she resisted, and kept swimming outward. After a while she was floating beyond the waves, where, the water rose and fell in the cradle-like motion of swell after building swell. She was looking up at a round, full and friendly moon.
Then something seized her and she screamed in fright. At first she thought it was some sea-monster of a sort. But as the big,, hirsute paws closed over her buttocks and she felt the probing thrust of a mule, throbbing penis between her thighs, she knew that it was not a monster from the sea. It was another kind of monster it was Roscoe.
"Gotcha!" he grunted with satisfaction… we fuck!"
Her feet probed frantically for the bottom, and then found it. The water came up to her throat, his hands were squeezing and pulling at her delicate buttocks, and his ‘huge, bulbous penis was thrusting at the tender lips of her vagina relentlessly. She closed her eyes and held onto his thick, massive shoulders. There was no escape… she might as well yield at last.
Sometimes her head was above the water and she could breathe, but more often it was not. In self preservation, she locked her slim legs about his thick waist, her arms around his neck. She felt the shock as his monstrous penis probed and pressured against her resisting vagina. She knew she was very small down there, and a fear came over her that the man would rip her into pieces if he entered her body. She felt the smooth, burgeoning head of his phallus slip between the wet lips of her genitals, as vast and gigantic as if he were indeed some sea-spawned animal. The sea closed over her face as he crushed her down and their bodies turned. Quickly, Linda held her breath. Even while her lungs were bursting, she felt the man thrust hard against her tight opening, then he was fully into her hairless tunnel. Only the water closed about her kept her from screaming with the fiery pain that rippled through her naked body. Then, surprisingly, she felt the blaze ignite, kindling a small fire that grew in heat, and when her face broke the surface, her gasping was not entirely for breath, part of it was a marking of the lunging rhythm the huge man was striking, his penis slipping iii and out of her clasping vaginal lips. From a dim corner of her mind, she thought the sea was the place for her to be ravished by this ape of a man. It seemed to wipe out the revulsion of what she was doing.
"Ooohhh," she whimpered. "Ooohhh… Mmmmmmm'… " Her nails dug into the thick, hairy hide of the man, her buttocks quivering and arching in time with his groin, her pleasure flaming like a furnace deep inside the pit of her stomach. "Ooohhh… that big huge… fucking prick! It's so big! Have you got all of your cock in my cunt? All of it… Oh, God… it's tearing my insides out! I won't have a pussy left! But I… I don't give a shit! Fuck me! Ooohhh, God… God shove it to me! All of that big prick… Fill me with that monster cock… delightful… Ooohhh, yes, yes… I love it! I love your big cock… It's delicious sweet, sweet prick. Oh, oh… I love every fucking inch of it so much! Fuck me… fuck my hot cunt good!" she screamed loudly in his ear.
Roscoe's hand gripped the cheeks of her twisting, tossing buttocks in his two hands, squeezing them painfully, but Linda did not care. All that mattered at this moment was the intense pleasure that thrilled her young body. Again they plunged beneath the surface of the cold water. Just as the water washed over Linda again, the ecstasy became unbearable. She felt her vagina pulsate and throb with the deliciousness of his huge organ, and she humped and twirled her crotch against his. A sudden, unexpected spasm of orgasm shook her, coming with a convulsive force she had never known before. Her naked body shuddered violently and automatically she opened her mouth to scream out her pleasure. Salty sea water rushed in, gagging her.
Roscoe did not let up, his massive phallus driving in and out of her still gyrating opening, probing ever deeper into the small body. Linda felt as if she were dying with the greatest pleasure ever and drowning all at once. Darkness swirled about her and she was too full of lassitude to fight and struggle against him. Roscoe, mindless of her danger, was plunging time and again into her slippery passageway, striving to bring forth his thick ejaculation. Indeed, he did not seem to care at all if she drowned and would be dead by the time he achieved his climax. Linda's chest was on fire now… all that mattered to her was air, but there was no strength left in her exhausted body to fight for it. She felt the world receding from her. The blackness about her turned to a red mist. Only vaguely was she aware of the convulsion of the huge man's body that signified his copious ejaculation into her body… she hardly felt the straining of his groin against her wide open crotch.
But then… in the nick of time, she was released, and bobbed to the surface. She flailed and gagged and retched, sucking in great gulps of air that tasted sweeter than anything she had ever known.
"Goddamn you, you fucking cock-sucker!" she snarled at his head that bobbed nearby. "You motherfucker! You almost drowned me!"
Roscoe grinned slowly and without a sign of remorse. "Shit, little girl… I never let go until I Come."
Wearily, Linda allowed the waves to drag her inward. She saw the shore approaching, and at last she was on her hands and knees on the sand, her body aching, her genitals feeling as if they would never be of use to anyone again.
"You need a stiff drink, kid," Roscoe said, his powerful body beside her, offering her the bottle of whiskey.
Linda took the bottle and tasted the raw liquid for the first time in her life. Roscoe held the bottle, and she tried to shove it from her mouth, but he held it too tightly. He pulled it ‘away only when the whiskey ran down her chin and covered her nubbin breast and she was gagging for air. In her exhausted state, the whiskey hit her and exploded warmly inside her stomach. All at once, everything was right again. She forgot what had happened to her in the sea, her narrow brush with death. She forgot everything except what her young body was crying out for; a man with the largest penis she had ever seen, and a place to let him stick it into her once more burning vagina…
She tightened her arm around his neck. "Come on, Roscoe," she said, her voice thick. "Come on… carry me up to the house and give me that beautiful, ever so hard prick of yours again… hurry!"
The rest of the night was a blur to Linda.
She had drank-at the encouragement of her mother and Roscoe-enough liquor to float a battleship. But even then, she drank more and more until everything was a hazy mist before her eyes. Nothing seemed real except the raw hunger in her greedy vagina and the repeated demands of gratification her body made. First, there was the lesbian show which Lois had promised the men… the exhibition of oral-genital sex between two girls. Linda, eager, participated willingly and enthusiastically. And all the while Marsha watched with approval, thinking of the fortune soon to be hers.
The two girls began by dancing together in the center of the cabin floor, each quite naked so the men could see their loveliness in motion. The two men sat and watched, trying to encourage Marsha to strip her clothing and join in the fun, but she refused, saying her daughters would be enough for the men. There was no music, but the girls moved in a slow, sensuous rhythm, body rubbing against body, to some inaudible melody. Linda grew amorous as they danced and she found herself kissing her older sister's ear, throat and shoulder. Still dancing, groins pressed together, she allowed her lips to travel lower, nuzzling and nibbling at Lois' small, perfectly formed and swelling breasts, her hands cupping the rounded buttocks and squeezing gently. They stopped dancing and stood immobile together. Linda's lips found the erect, rubbery nipple of her sister's breast and she sucked and tongued it furiously, her fingers digging into the deep, warm crevice between her buttocks. Slowly, Linda began dropping, her knees bending and she was kissing the soft flatness of her sister's stomach. Lois parted her legs, taking a wide-legged stance. She put her hands on the sides of Linda's head, guiding her lips downward. Under the pressure of those hands, Linda dropped to her knees, fully. She felt her sister's hand fasten themselves behind her head, pulling her face savagely into the outthrust, softly-haired pussy of her sister. Not a sound could be heard in the room… except for the soft, wet, slurping sounds made by Linda as she licked her tongue deeply into the pulsating lips of Lois' vagina, tonguing the scented slit, her lips sucking hard for the dripping secretions that seeped from the trembling body. A sudden shout of encouragement came from Roscoe. "That's the girl! Go to it… eat her fucking cunt, lick her hot pussy. Chew the goddamn thing right off her snatch!"
George groaned. "Goddamn it… I can't stand this!"
He reached out and seized Lois, pulling her free, and threw her roughly down on the bed. Blindly, whimpering with desire, Linda followed, on her knees and groping hungrily with her tongue slithering in and out of her moist lips. She found her sister's delicious, hairlined vagina again, which she was so busily feeding on, her lips sucking and tongue licking. George let out a groan of frustration and was about to pull the young girl from the object of his desire when he halted. His groan, once again, was different. He looked down and saw Lois' greedy lips close over the swollen head of his penis, sucking it deeply down into her constricted throat until the full length of his organ disappeared completely, wrapped in the warmth of her sucking mouth, her nose buried into the thick pubic hair and his testicles flopping against her chin.
And then Roscoe was lunging across the room. Coming up behind Linda's small, but ever so delicious buttocks that waved in the air, his huge penis held in his hand, he presented the big, almost apple-sized head against the brownish pucker of her tiny rectum. Re pressed the swollen tip against the ungiving circle of flesh, but his penis was simply too large, it would not enter this constricted rear opening. Linda stopped her oral ministrations on the wet and dripping vagina of her sister and turned around. Roscoe's huge throbbing penis waved powerfully before her face, the head purple in color, a bead of his semen clinging to the slit on the end. Reaching for it, she took hold of the throbbing phallus with both hands, flicking her tongue from her lips to lick up the seepage of his passion with a delicate sweep. Still holding the base, she swiped her tongue around the smooth, hot head, the flat surface of her oral appendage washing the flesh. The tip of her tongue lapped slowly around the small slit and after a bit she opened her mouth as far as she could and moved her face forward. The huge tip of his phallus slowly slid from sight into her sucking mouth, but try as she might, she could get no more than the head between her stretched lips. Having to satisfy her desires with just the swollen head of his penis, she laved her tongue around it, swirling and darting, coating it with her saliva. After she had sucked him for a while, she let the huge organ flop from her mouth and turned once more, presenting her beautifully rounded buttocks to him, the cheeks spreading wide to show off the pucker of her tiny rectum. Once more, she pressed her lips against the oozing lips of her sister's heated, quivering vagina, holding the cheeks of her own buttocks apart for the penetration of the huge phallus. This time, the big man pressured the head of his penis against the tiny ring and shoved hard. Linda screamed out her pain into the hairy beast, but she wiggled her bottom for Roscoe to continue. She felt as if her insides were on fire, knowing her bottom would be ripped to shreds, yet she waved her cheeks at him, pressing backward until she felt his hairy testicles slap heavily against her hairless vagina. She knew he was fully in her now, and despite the searing pain, began to move her buttocks back and forth, sliding up and down his rock-hard penis. Although the flash of pain that stabbed through her, she thought it was a good pain. She felt the man's hands grip her hips, his own plunging back and forth, driving his immense cudgel deeply into her heated bowels savagely, battering her delicate skin behind, bruising her bottom as though using a whip, shoving the full length of his throbbing phallus into' her before withdrawing. With the pleasure-pain racking her naked body, she, licked and sucked with a frenzy at the inflamed clitoris of her sister, taking the sensitive nub into her lips and chewing at it, her tongue fluttering around wildly. She felt Lois hump her crotch up against her licking mouth, and Linda could peer past the curling hair to watch George's penis move in and out of Lois' sucking lips. Slipping one hand beneath her sister's twisting buttocks; she searched for the tight ring of her anus, then slipped a finger deeply into it, worming it in and out swiftly while she continued her oral caressing of the seeping slit. With her other' hand she reached between her thighs and grasped the huge, heavy testicles of Roscoe, palming them and squeezing tightly as he drove his weapon in and out of her now receptive rectum.
Marsha, the two girls' mother, sat nodding her approval.
"Suck… suck harder," George moaned: "Christ, suck my cock hard… I'm almost there..; Suck me dry!"
Lois gurgled her cooperation and sucked hard, making wet suction sounds in the room. She sucked with all the power she could muster in her young body, her tongue straining to enter the slimy slit on the swollen tip of his penis. She tasted the spurts of hot liquid that suddenly spilled from him. Her smooth throat worked convulsively as she ‘swallowed swiftly, almost choking as George rammed his penis deeply into her throat. She made small gagging noises as she consumed his discharge, but not once did her lips loosen from the grasping tightness. ‘But George was too excited, and when he withdrew from her mouth for another thrust, the head of his penis slipped out of her sucking •lips and she saw and felt a thick glob shoot forth and splatter across her nose. She sighed and accepted the ejaculation over her face, enjoying the warm feel of the slimy, sticky fluid as it struck her eyes, nose and cheeks. Her own explosion had bubbled to the surface and she was in the grip of a massive orgasm, secretions dripping from her hair-lined vagina into her sister's sucking, gurgling mouth. A loud screech came from Roscoe and Linda felt the hot, thick semen jet into her rectum, filling her orifice completely with his discharge. She felt the warm, stringy stuff run out around the thick, jerking penis and run in scalding rivulets down the back of her trembling thighs. Then, to her amazement, Linda felt her climax rush forth, surprised that she could achieve an orgasm from taking a penis into her bottom. Everything faded from her as she dropped to the floor and slept the sleep of the dead, drunk and exhausted.
The whole weekend was pretty much the same to Linda; a drunken, incredible tangling of male and female flesh, growing more and more indiscriminate as sexual appetites became jaded. The only relief was an occasional swim in the cleansing sea.
On Sunday afternoon, not long before they were to leave, Linda awakened from a drunken stupor. Her head throbbed and the weight of Roscoe, half flung across her, cut off her breath. It was very hot now in the small cottage and Linda was beaded with sticky, foul-smelling sweat.
Taking pains not to wake the others, she slid out of the bed, and with her stomach churning with nausea, she took a good long look at the mass of naked flesh about her. Even her mother had finally been enticed to join the twisting flesh sometime during the drunken orgy. Marsha was asleep, her legs sprawled widely and her lips almost touching the penis of George. The bodies, tangled intimately, snored on. Linda suddenly shuddered in revulsion as she looked at the limber, wrinkled penises of both men, the wide open crotch's of her sister and mother. To think, she thought in disgust, that the ape's obscene cock had been in her pussy her asshole… and even inside her sucking mouth. The nausea roiled inside her stomach, and she could not help but think of all the filthy semen that lay heavily inside it… semen she had drank willingly from both of the men, and once, during a laughing, drunken moment, she dimly remembered allowing both men to ejaculate into her a mouth at the same time, her mother and sister masturbating the men to discharge. She turned her head away, fighting back the vomit that rose up. God, she needed the sea, the cleansing of it's salty waters… the cold, cold water…
There might be people on the beach at this time of afternoon, the thought went through her stupor-our mind. Quietly, so as not to awaken the naked sleepers, Linda found her wisp of a bathing suit, a small bikini her mother insisted that she buy and wear to show off her blossoming body to the men who would eventually come to this cottage with them. The bikini hardly covered her rounded body, but it would offer the least interference between her body and the cleansing air and water which she needed.
Linda found only a few couples on the beach. She plunged into the water, grateful for its shocking coldness, and swam very far out and then turned over on her back, floating peacefully in the sun. She closed her eyes against the glare and let the water cradle her.
There were only the aches and pains of her abused body to remind her now of the things she had done, of what she had allowed to be done to her tender body. Again she pondered the divided emotions of herself. The unknown part, that part of her body that craved satisfaction in sexual delights, seemed to override all will and all decency. And the other part, the part of her ‘that had not wanted anything to do with this in the first place, the part that was capable of normality and remorse, seemed shoved into a dark corner to be forgotten forever. But that was the part she was thinking of now. She ‘hated herself, her mother and her sister, but' she hated herself more than those naked people in the cabin. For a moment, she was tempted to let the waves carry her out to sea the endless sea. Somehow, it was, in that moment, a very tempting idea…
She fought back the deadly impulse and, at last, cleansed, swam for the shore. She found a tidal pool deep enough to cover her body, in the shadow of some great rocks. She sank into it as one might sink into a bathtub, sheltered and cool and secure.
She felt she had to do something… she could not go on this way. Either she must become a total slut-a whore as her mother wanted her to be-or else she must kill that part of her, renounce the hunger for fleshly thrills. Right now, she was sure that if she could only follow the latter course, she would find happiness and peace.
Then a shadow fell across the tidal pool.
Slowly she raised her hand and looked up at the thick bulk of Roscoe, the giant, sloping shoulders, the unnaturally long arms, and the trailing hands. He wore only a pair of pants, no shirt or shoes. He licked his lips hungrily. "What you trying to do? You trying to run out on us?"
Linda closed her eyes for an instant, then looked at him. "Please, go away," she said tiredly, her stomach once more churning with the thought of his sperm still burning inside her stomach. "You've had your money's worth of me. Go back to the cottage and flick Lois… or my mother."
"No," Roscoe said. "I ain't had enough of your cute cunt yet. I don't want any pussy from your mother or sister right now. Besides, our time don't end until we get back to town." He stepped into the margin of the pool.
"Go away, you goddamn ape!" she snapped at him in anger. I said go away. If you don't, I'll scream."
The huge man leered at her. "So who cares? Scream if you want to… who's going to hear? Everybody's left the beach." Then, with surprising quickness, he bent to seize her wrist. Before Linda could jerk away, he was yanking her to her feet. He leaned down and his breath in her face was foul with whiskey and sex. "Come on… we fuck once more, yeah?" He backed her against the protruding rock, arching his now waving penis at her.
Linda looked down at the hardened organ she had so recently desired, the thing she had taken into her body through vagina and rectum, the instrument she had willingly accepted to be copulated into her stretched lips and drank the squirting semen from. She shuddered and fear swept over her. Suddenly, she raised her hands and raked the long, sharp nails into his chest, gouging the flesh until she saw the bright red blood.
"Hey," Roscoe said, his voice hardly a raspy whisper. "You don't scratch me like that. I might get mad."
To the anger in Linda's eyes, he was just a shimmering ‘horror, hazy and indistinct. Suddenly her head rang loudly as he slapped her across the cheek. A terror in which all the violence that lurked in the massive hulk suddenly came forth, boiling to the surface of the hirsute animal. Linda saw his hand coming toward her face again… and the second stinging slap numbed her body completely.
Then she screamed.
His hammering blows were breaking through the numbness now. Roscoe was hitting her, slap after slap, on the youthful tender flesh of her almost nonexistent breasts, and the pain was excruciating. Linda whimpered, sobbing in fear as he slammed his fist into the softness of her eleven-year-old stomach. She felt her legs wobble and she almost fell. She doubled over, retching from the pain and revulsion, but there was no mercy in the brute. He knocked her erect again with a stinging slap to her chin, then began slapping hard at her small nubbin breasts. Linda went sprawling into the hot sand.
Then the big man was kicking her small, whimpering and defenseless body. His toes landed wherever he knew it would hurt the most. His bare, splay-toed foot slammed into her vagina hard, the toes entering the lips, bruising the delicate, sensitive flesh of delights which had so recently given him pleasure. Linda was screaming over and over, curling her body into a ball, trying to protect herself as much as possible. And there was no help for her… anywhere.
After what seemed a long time, she became aware that the kicking had stopped, though the pain went on and on. She heard Roscoe grunting softly, "Now we fuck, by God!"
Savagely he pulled the skimpy cloth from her body until she was naked, then he rolled the broken girl onto her stomach. She flopped inertly, too weak and beaten to protest. Roscoe was after the one place he had not kicked her. He wanted to ram his erect phallus into her tight rectum once again. Linda realized how sore she was back there, thinking she could not take that monster into her bowels again… not so soon. It would surely split her it would kill her…
"No," she whimpered in fear. "Please, not there not up my asshole! No… it's sore… Please, oh God, Please… not my asshole… Anyplace My pussy… here, let me suck you off. You like that, don't you? I'll suck your cock good… I'll do it real nice for you, but… not in mg asshole!"
"I'll fuck you in the goddamn asshole," Roscoe growled. "I like that tight little hole. Now shut your cock-sucking mouth!" With his hands he spread the creamy-white, small cheeks apart, exposing the pucker of the brownish entrance to his eyes. He saw the angry redness of her clenched orifice. He giggled insanely as he dropped his mouth down and began licking his tongue at the inflamed hole, dipping the tip into her rectum wickedly, his senses excited by the abused anus. He tongued her for a long time, feeling her small body tremble in fear and revulsion beneath his slavering mouth. Pulling his tongue from her sore bottom, he pressed his lips to it, kissing her soundly directly on the red hole.
He crawled up until his penis was aimed at the opening, pressing down to rub the swollen head in the saliva-coated constriction. Linda tried her best to press her hips into the sand as an effort to keep him from penetrating her rectum, but the head of his penis ruthlessly entered her harshly, causing a cry of intense pain to erupt from her clenched lips. Her body was numb to all except the terrible pain in her rectum, tears springing from her' eyes and she gritted her teeth together in a futile effort to ignore the battering of her anus, trying to blot out the reaming savagery he was performing on her helpless body. It went on and on and she was not even aware that he had discharged into her rectum, because Linda had• fainted from the excruciating pain.
When Marsha found her youngest daughter, she was angry at the damage she saw. Linda's bottom was ripped and torn, bleeding as though she were menstruating from the rectum instead of vagina. Her beaten and broken body would not respond to soothing ministrations… she remained in the mindless security of a deep coma.
It was a long time before Linda was capable of telling the authorities of what had happened to her. Marsha, the evil mother who placed financial greed above her two daughters' safety and moral well-being, was placed in a mental institution where she is undergoing extensive treatment. Lois, the older of the two sisters, is now in a home for wayward girls At the present time, it cannot be decided what will become of Linda. Her psyche and body will take possibly years to heal.
Conclusion
What is good for teenagers does not always match what an older person judges good for them. There is nothing new about that. However, in this landmark contribution of youthful sex practices, the writer has tried to catalog the random sex activities of youths with older people.
Masturbation, intercourse, erotic literature, gang groups,' homosexuality, fetishism, perversions, plus down-to-earth old-fashioned boy and girl front-porch sex, is all detailed in this book.
A young girl told the author: "They were raping her… at least at first it was rape… and after everybody who'd wanted to had given me a nice cunt licking, then they all started chain-fucking me. One after the other drove his cock up my cunt until I had the cream flowing from my pussy like a sieve. By then I was so turned on sexually, I would have taken on a fucking army of hard pricks or licked hundreds of cunts. When it was all over, I felt as if I had actually done it, too.
The adult might cluck disapprovingly at the story, but what this girl was talking about was being the center of attraction at an adult swinging party. She was hardly twelve years old.
Perhaps the men and women who desire young boys and girls for sexual enjoyment are sick. Perhaps they should be pitied and aided rather than punished. What is right? That all depends on viewpoint-and circumstances, weaknesses, character and many other things.
Can these people be cured? We have been told that many of them-adults and children-have been cured, rejuvenated and go on to once again live what society calls a "normallife."
The sexual deviates who have more endurance than others manage to keep up family, social position, and business, and continue to carry out their favorite notions about sexual gratification.
History tells us that some of the greatest celebrities from all walks of life have been sexual deviates-and that, somehow, they managed to retain their mental and physical balance, and carry on with whatever their particular genius had been producing. Great artists, writers, business tycoons-the list is endless of those who have strayed from the so-called normal and delved into sexual antics which the average person considers violently abhorrent.
Man goes on. Living goes on. And despite laws and whippings and threats and warnings of how severely the gods might punish him for his antics-man will do what he wants to do. It had ever been thus. Will it ever change?