When Hill got home, there was a note on the kitchen table. His wife had gone shopping.
The note also reminded him that they had Molly Carpenter for a weekend guest.
Helen promised to be home as soon as possible.
Hill winced, and hiked at his pants. His constant, raging hard-on was getting on his nerves.
It seemed that even cherry-popping wasn't good enough. Nothing would do for Hill but to have his own daughters.
But how would they react to such a heinous act – a father taking his own daughters, deflowering them!
The thought appalled him, whereas his raping the three girls had not appalled him, at least not after he discovered the effects of his rape on Molly.
He had gone to the boat house after school, and folded up the cloak, and put it in his briefcase.
Restless, and driven by his insatiable cock, he left the house, taking his pipe with him, and walked into the woods. He circled the lake almost completely before looking at his watch, and determining to go back to the house.
The three girls wouldn't be at the house before five, since they were going to stop off at Molly's house for cookies and milk, and to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter before the couple left to visit Harold's brother.
He didn't want to go home to the empty house, and he was pretty sure that Helen wouldn't be home till much later. On the way he passed the Blake farm. On the edge of the property, near the lake, was a huge red barn, used to store hay and horses.
Hill walked along the back of the barn, and as he passed it, he heard loud voices coming from the barn itself.
Curious, he walked up behind it and peered through some of the weather-beaten boards of the walls, which had big gaps in them.
He saw a caucus of sorts, among several of the boys of the neighborhood.
There were Irving Cohen, John Brown, Susan's brother, Norman Sanders, who came from a family of eight boys, and Paul Lewis, Anita's brother.
They didn't look very happy.
Hill listened for awhile. The boys were being quiet for a moment, mulling over their thoughts.
"Well, listen," John said, "we must be doing something wrong."
"Yeah!" Norman responded. "We used to have to beat them away. Now none of them wants to have Cokes with us or even pizzas!"
"And there's a big dance next Friday night, and not one of us has a date. Why?" Irving wailed. Irving was younger than the other three boys, but he was a tag-along, and was usually accepted with a good-natured tolerance.
"I don't know," Norman said.
"I asked my sister," Paul Lewis said thoughtfully, "and you know what she said?"
Hill smiled as he heard the irate boy's voice crack as he expressed his indignation. "She said: 'Who needs little boys? We have better things to think about!'"
"Well, what does that mean?" asked Norman, frowning in puzzlement. "I know the upperclassmen aren't going out with them."
"They're not supposed to anyway!" Irving retorted with some disgust in his voice. "It isn't etiquette."
"Will you pipe down for a minute, Irving?" John said, grinning at the peevish little boy.
"Yeah, you don't even date, yet!" Norman added.
"I do so!" Irving said, his young male pride wounded to the quick.
"Oh, yeah? Who do you date?" Paul challenged.
"I'm not telling who my dates are. I'm not a blabbermouth like you guys!"
"You're full of shit, Irving," John laughed.
"You know what worries me more than anything?" Paul said. "Those girls are all getting to the age where we could, well, you know…"
"Fuck them!" Norman said.
"Yeah!" Paul continued. "And I don't know about you guys, but I've been begged so often to pop cherries that I couldn't wait to get under their pants, but now the girls don't want to have anything at all to do with us!"
"Maybe they all turned lesbian," Norman said.
"Oh, bullshit! But something's happened to turn them off us. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Paul," John said thoughtfully, chewing on a piece of straw.
Outside the barn, Hill laughed, as he learned of one of the consequences of his perverted course of conduct. The boys were suffering from lack of dates.
Hill knew why. The girls were out cruising, just waiting for him to strike. The boys had been gentlemen at their own cost, and now they were suffering, while the girls waited with fevered longing for the fateful moment, when he would come up behind them in his mask, and take their cherries from them.
In a way, Hill felt sorry for them, but they were clever boys. If Hill knew them, they would come up with a solution, and he leaned against the barn wall, waiting.
"You know what I think?" Paul said. "I think we said no just once too often, and now the girls are getting their meat somewhere else."
"But where?" Norman exclaimed. "They stick around town. We know the upperclassmen aren't dating them. Where are they getting it?"
"Well, where do most of them disappear to after school?" Paul asked. "Maybe they have a secret club house somewhere."
"No, that doesn't make sense, because if you wander around town, you find them in various places."
"And they're never in big groups, either," Norman said. "When was the last time any of us saw them at the pizza parlor?"
"Yeah!" Irving said. "It's like a plague, only worse. The disappearing women."
"Hey, what's that?" Paul said suddenly.
Hill, peering through the gaps in the heavy boards saw the four boys stand up. They looked at each other, and then they looked at one of the lofts in the barn.
"Marcie Blake, you come out of there!" Norman bellowed.
Hill's cock lurched to tumescence as Marcie stood up. She was in the same class as the rest of the girls, a little aloof from them, but fairly well liked, and certainly respected.
"What do you mean asking me what I'm doing here. It's my barn, not yours," the defiant, laughing girl said. Her copper-colored hair gleamed in the dim light of the barn. She was wearing jeans, and her legs were spread slightly apart. Her hands were on her slender hips.
"You're spying!" Paul barked at her. "You know we use the barn to have meetings, and you just came in here to eavesdrop."
Marcie was respected, because she was a scrapper. She had a keen, down-to-earth native intelligence and a capacity for using it effectively, indeed, far beyond her years.
And she could take on any boy in school, and usually win. The only boy who ever beat her, knocked her out by hitting her over the head with a baseball bat, a fact which was constantly brought to his attention as having been rather unsportsmanlike.
The four boys may have been angry, but they weren't about to challenge Marcie too severely.
Marcie didn't feel the same way.
"I'm going to tell all the girls what you said," she challenged.
"You're a bitch, you know that, Marcie?"
"Yeah!" Irving piped up.
"So what? Names aren't going to hurt me, and you can't stop me."
"Oh, yeah?" Norman said, stepping forward with a threatening gesture.
Hill's eyes glowed in the growing twilight, as he saw the fiery tempered Marcie pick up a pitch fork and aim it at the boys.
They scattered fast, including Norman. No one would ever put anything past the irrepressible Marcie.
"Well, why won't you go out with us?" Paul asked.
"Because you're stupid little boys, and you don't appreciate us women!" Marcie said, looking for all the world at that moment like Susan B. Anthony or Carrie Nation – only prettier.
"Now you get out of my barn."
The boys grumbled, but Marcie was holding the pitch fork erect, aimed right at them, and she kept it aimed at them, until they had slipped out of the barn.
Hill heard them trudging away muttering complaints to each other about there being no place to go.
"Let's go to my den and finish this conversation," John suggested. The sound of the footsteps soon faded away, and Hill turned his attention to the lovely strawberry blonde in the hayloft.
She put down the pitchfork, and jumped down from the loft into a big pile of hay, and lay there for a moment.
Hill hadn't brought his costume with him, but he didn't think it mattered. He pulled a large white handkerchief out of his pocket.
Very slowly, he crept toward the partially open door in the back of the barn.
His heart beat like a trip hammer in his chest, as he slowly approached the bright-haired little girl. She was lying in the hay.
As Hill watched, her soft little hands came up to caress her burgeoning tits. Hill knew what she wanted, what all the little girls at Sylvan Hills Ladies' Seminary wanted, and he intended to give it to her, in spades.
He hoped she would put up a fight. He wanted to subdue her. She was easily the most obstreperous little girl in his class, and at the same time she was infuriatingly endearing.
The terms were not contradictory in Hill's mind. Any girl who could be that bold and that independent, and disarm anger was infuriating to any adult.
He crept up behind her. She was murmuring to herself.
"Oh, darling, fuck me, please, fuck me. Stick your great big cock…!"
Hill rushed her, and had the handkerchief over her eyes and tied behind her head before the little girl could raise her hands to undo the knot.
Then he grabbed both her wrists and held them over her head.
The girl reared up, and started to yelp in a high-pitched voice.
Hill was pretty sure she couldn't be heard, but he didn't want to take any chances.
"Shut up!" he ordered.
"No!"
Hill gripped both her slender wrists with one hand, marveling at the strength in her small, slender body, aroused by it, and with his other hand, he covered her mouth harshly.
Looking quickly around the barn he saw, what he was looking for – a leather harness.
He quickly reached for it, dragging the girl's kicking struggling body with him, and secured her arms behind her back.
"Ouch!" he gasped, as her small little teeth found the flesh in the heel of his hand.
She bit down hard. Hill yanked his hand away, and then clapped it back on her mouth before she had a chance to utter the scream that had welled up in her throat.
It wasn't that Marcie was not interested in the rapist. She had heard all about him, and was dying for him to find her.
She hadn't expected to find him in her own barn, and she had bragged that she was going to subdue him and then seduce him into revealing who he was. She hadn't counted on his strength, and his determination to subdue her!
And Hill for all his easy-going ways, was not a man who took no for an answer!
He roughly swung the little girl around, and pulled his hand off her mouth, quickly replacing his hand with his own mouth which covered hers.
He pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing her young muff against his raging loins. He heard Marcie moan against his mouth, as he kissed her long and deeply, prying the tip of his tongue into her hot oral cavity.
He realized that he was taking a risk, but he was willing to take it. She could easily have bitten his tongue as she had bitten his hand. He suspected, however, and correctly, that the feel of his man's tongue in her mouth would melt her last resistance.
He was right. Her body sagged against his, as his tongue went wild in her mouth, flicking against the hot pink flesh.
He pushed her backward into the pile of hay, and his heavy body landed on top of hers. He was inflamed now as he had never been inflamed.
When he first fell on top of her, she struggled, and he felt her body arch up into his. In the process of trying to push him off her, she pressed her muff into his hot, throbbing groin. Her struggling subsided again.
Keeping his mouth pressed tightly against hers, he slid partially off her, keeping her legs pinioned by throwing his legs across hers. This one he was going to have all the way!
He started to strip her slowly. At first she struggled. She wasn't wearing any bra, Hill found out, when he had finished opening her shirt. Her rounded tits strained upward, because of her hands bound behind her back, and stood straight out from her chest.
Hill's mouth watered, as he pressed his hand against one of them, and felt the little nipple pucker with excitement under his hand. He would have loved to remove his mouth from the little girl's mouth, and sucked on her tits, but his mouth at the present served as a gag, and he couldn't take the chance of leaving her free to scream, something she might do just out of her perverse stubbornness.
Hill pulled her shirt away from her body as far as it would go, and fondled both her tits. Then his hand moved down over her flat, muscular belly to her jeans. He had removed them with little struggle from the girl, in just a few moments.
His hand fumbled with his own pants, and finally he had them down around his knees.
Then he pressed his full weight into the almost naked girl again. He felt her gulp, and then felt her breathing become hot and wispy, as he continued to press his mouth into hers.
There was something about taming the little shrew which made Hill's cock rage even more hotly than usual. He pressed into her, his cock throbbing between their pressed together bellies.
He reached down to fondle her muff, to verify her willingness.
His hand came away wet and sticky. She was all greased, as if someone had melted butter in her tiny little cunt.
If there were one girl in the school about whose virginity Hill was unsure, it was Marcie. But she did talk a good game, and he had the feeling that she was faking.
He rubbed his raging cock against her swollen pussy lips, and heard her moan against his mouth.
She seemed to relax, seemed to surrender to his hot probing caresses. Hill checked the blindfold. It was on securely. She couldn't see him.
His hand moved wildly all over her body, while he pressed his cock into her twat.
The little girl shivered.
Marcie had at first struggled to see through the blindfold, but that hadn't worked. Now she was enthralled by what was happening to her.
Sarah had spread the word, and Marcie was willing to do anything to get a shot at this marvelous rapist. She had wanted to subdue him, but she knew now that that was totally impossible. Her arms were tied behind her back, her eyes were blindfolded, and his warm, possessive, demanding mouth covered hers, his thick, warm tongue filling her mouth, making it impossible for her to scream out.
She knew, even if he removed his mouth from hers, she couldn't scream out. Someone might come in and discover them before Marcie had had the delicious pleasure of having her cherry popped, and she wanted that to happen desperately.
Hill sensed that she had given up fighting.
His mouth watered at the thought of covering her little round, budding tits. He removed his mouth from hers.
Marcie didn't scream. She breathed heavily, erratically from her mouth. Her lips were soft and moist. He would come back for a further taste of them later.
He moved his mouth down over her incredibly smooth skin, and opening his mouth wide, completely enclosed one of her burgeoning mounds in his mouth. He began to suck, and Marcie began to writhe wildly.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she gasped. Her chest arched upward, as Hill thoroughly laved the little girl's right tit, and then his mouth moved to her right one. He did the same to her right tit, feeling the nipple pucker hotly under his lashing tongue.
Hill smiled, seeing the flush of passion in her face, feeling from the way her body trembled that she was no longer in a mood to fight, but had surrendered. He decided to tease her mercilessly, to make her beg for it.
He moved downward over the incredibly smooth skin of her belly, until the tip of his tongue was rummaging among her fine, copper-colored maidenhairs.
"Eeeh!" Marcie squealed. She had never felt such desire before. It was so intense as to be close to pain.
For the first time in her life, she felt the warm flesh of a man against her naked flesh. She writhed under the gaze of the man she could not see. She felt his mouth covering her maidenhairs, making them wet and slick with his saliva.
She felt his hands gently parting her slender thighs, and then she gasped and arched her body up violently as she felt his tongue slowly lightly tracing the line of her pink pussy meat which pouted from between her plump white outer lips.
As his face was buried in her sweet-smelling virgin muff his hands moved up again until he had covered her breasts.
As his tongue moved up and down over her swollen pink lips, the thumb and forefinger of each hand massaged her nipples bringing them to puckered life beneath his demanding fingers.
Marcie was grunting, and mewling in her excitement, her body undulating around and up and down.
One of the things about little girls, Hill had discovered in the last week is that they are untrained in sexual matters, and therefore unconventional. They never seemed to know which way to move.
A more experienced woman would know how to move rhythmically, but the little girls got so excited, and so wild, that their bodies writhed madly all over the place, and there very wildness added an exotic element of supreme intensity to Hill's raping them.
His tongue dug into Marcie's quivering, throbbing, hot little pussy.
By this time, Marcie was almost beside herself. The strange rapist seemed to be doing more than he had done to the other girls, and it was driving her crazy. The shocking pleasure of his tongue against her most secret, untouched parts had driven her wild enough to want to scream.
But she didn't dare. If she screamed, someone might come running, and she didn't want to stop this wild, mad pleasure. She wanted it to go on forever.
Her pussy meat was hot and painfully swollen with her lust.
The man removed his mouth and started to move upward again on her body. Again she felt his cock against her pussy, felt the throbbing hardness of it.
The size and throbbing power of it scared Marcie. It was bigger than anything she had anticipated, and she had assumed that the girls who had tasted his man meat were exaggerating its size. Marcie tended to pooh-pooh some of the girls' alarms.
Marcie was never afraid of mice or snakes, and Marcie was also a crack shot, thanks to her father's tutelage.
She felt the softness of the cock flesh, and then felt the hot hardness beneath the soft skin. She trembled all over with a strange wild weakness that had a core of hot strength in it, which Marcie had never experienced before.
She wanted to feel more of his mouth on her cunt, wanted to feel his mouth bury her mouth again, wanted to feel everything ten times over, as the man's weight pressed her into the fragrant hay.
She felt a slimy drop of moisture at the tip of the cock as it lay pressed between their bellies.
Her tits felt as if they were swelling wildly with her desire. Her whole body felt bloated with the lust which had taken possession of her.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, feeling her body thrashing around in the straw.
Again the man slipped partially off her body, and his hands moved up and down with infinite gentleness over her quivering hot skin. Her mouth became dry with desire. She wanted to beg him to take her, but she didn't want to break the dreamlike spell she felt she was under.
She felt the man's finger move into her twat again, felt him rubbing up and down over the sticky-wet, swollen flesh, felt his finger pry into her tight virginal hole.
Marcie arched upward, driving the man's finger deep into her hole. She heard the man's low-pitched chuckle, and she shivered. The sound of his humor was like a palpable caress against her burning ears.
He continued to tease her, his hands running down the soft inner part of her wide open thighs.
Marcie wanted to scream. He kept caressing her thighs, until she ached with desire, and her flesh twitched.
The man ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, just barely missing her little ardent muff. Inside her cunt, the tingling memory of his finger lingered. Her juices flowed heavily out of her, and trickled down her ass crack.
Hill chuckled again. He had the little girl totally, absolutely in his power. She was his slave.
He heard her sobbing breath as it issued from her lust-constricted throat.
Marcie felt her cunt become mushy with the heavy liquids of her desire. They rolled down her tight little tunnel in unceasing waves.
She whimpered as the desire increased until she felt a burning pain in the pit of her belly.
Then the man rolled over on top of her again, his cock this time positioned at the tip of her throbbing cunt.
Marcie didn't wait for him to thrust. Her hips arched upward wildly, and she impaled her body on his thick bulbous cock head. Her snatch had become like a sucking mouth. She felt her rippling cuntal walls sucking on the huge intruder. She almost came right then and there.
The man's hands worked under the small of her back, and she felt her hips being lifted up, cradled in the man's two big, powerful hands. Then his cock started to slither wetly into her cunt.
She felt as if his cock were on fire, and the heat only added to the heat in her wanting womanhood.
She whimpered and her head tossed back and forth on the straw, as the massive rod of flesh pierced her womanhood.
Hill could tell as he worked his cock into her tight, virginal cunt, that she was already on the verge of coming. That aroused him even more. He intended to make her come twice.
His cock head butted against the thin membrane of her hymen, and instead of breaking it, he started to do what he had done with little Susan. He thrust in and out of her with quick shallow motions, feeling her cuntal muscles rippling with more and more intensity around his cock.
"Ahhh! Ohhh!" Marcie squealed. He gripped her buttocks tighter, feeling the rippling muscles contract and relax, as the girl's hips went out of her rational control, and she gave vent to the first orgasm she had ever had with a man's cock planted in the teeming wet meadow of her twat.
He kept thrusting furiously until her orgasm peaked, and then at the height of her ecstatic delirium, he thrust inward, ripping her hymen away from the wall of her cunt.
She was so lost in the intense flood of pleasure that she barely felt it. Instead, her body stiffened at the height of her ecstasy, and then relaxed as she started to come down.
She was almost surprised, when, coming out of the lusty fog which had engulfed her, she felt the man's cock planted balls-deep in her cunt. She could feel his wiry pubic hairs tickling her clitoris, could feel his hairy balls pressed against her quivering ass cheeks.
She moaned, and circled her hips around and around, feeling the hard, hot, throbbing shaft moving against her delicate, sensitive pussy walls.
Almost immediately, she began another climb upward into the hot void of orgasm.
This time, the man's cock moved with deep, swift, sure strokes in and out of her cunt. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks as she humped upward onto the man's cock, moaning almost continuously with the hot bliss of his pumping rod.
Marcie felt as if she were all cunt, as Hill's powerful cock thrust in and out of her, driving the fires higher and higher. Marcie surrendered to the man's huge prod, as another orgasm started to ripple through her body.
It started deep in her cunt, and flowed outward, until her whole body started to convulse.
She felt lost as her body became spastic with involuntary shudders of ecstasy.
She wanted the man's cock in her forever. She knew that would be impossible, but Marcie never skimped on anything. The man's cock, plowing in and out of her wild pussy was driving her to the utter height of pleasure, and she was lost in that pleasure, as if she were in a tropical jungle.
She felt goose bumps form on her skin, as the orgasm rose in her, until her cuntal muscles started to grip tightly and rhythmically around his massive cock.
His cock kept slipping in and out of her tight tunnel like a hot knife through butter, and the pleasure kept building and building, until Marcie's ears were ringing, and her head felt light.
Her orgasm peaked sharply, just as the man started to spew his heavy load of come juice into her tight, hot little twat.
She let out a strangled scream, and then fainted, but even in her light state of unconsciousness, she felt the man's cock, felt the wild wet ripples of her ultimate pleasure course through her body.
Her orgasm faded away, and so did the last vestige of her consciousness. When she awoke, she was lying, naked and alone and unbound on the hay.
She kept wondering who that man was. She had never felt so wonderful in her life, never felt so hot and willing.
It was as if the man had turned on a switch, which would never be turned off again, and in a way Marcie's estimation was correct. She would probably never again do without cock without some anguish of soul and body.
Marcie moved her hand between her legs, and rubbed her pussy flesh. She closed her eyes, re-living every beautiful moment she had just had.
In the distance, she heard the dinner bell from the farm house.
Almost dreamily, she got up and put her clothes on, and then left the barn. She realized when she saw the plate of food in front of her that she was starving.
Her pussy creamed all through supper.