James Butler - The beast in me

"Oh, Barb!" the thirteen-year-old girl exclaimed. "You mean you really let him fuck you? And in his car?"

"Sure! Where else could we do it?" Barb said, smiling widely at her friend Sharon. "I mean, we couldn't fuck in my house or his, so a car's the only place left."

"Tell me how you did it, Barb!" Sharon said excitedly. "What was it like?"

"Well, after I got my panties off and pulled up my skirt, I sort of just straddled his lap. You know, so he could get his cock in me."

"Oh, wow! Well, c'mon. Let's walk and you can tell me the rest of it."

"Well, it wasn't so bad when he first stuck it in. But then it kept going up and up and up inside me until I thought it wasn't going to quit." Barb squealed and shivered. "It was fantastic! And his cock was hot! Jeez!"

Sharon was breathing rapidly as she slowed her walk and glanced shyly at her friend. "What did it feel like? Really?"

"It was far out," Barb sighed. "I could feel it just throbbing inside me. Then he started pumping it in and out. Jeez, you know I came twice before he did once?"

"Out of sight! What did it feel like when he shot off."

"Like a darned old hose going off inside me," the blonde replied, laughing and shaking her head. "When I got off him, his stuff dripped all over his pants. I hope his mom didn't see it."

"Damn!" Sharon said. "I wish something like that would happen to me. Gosh, I'm thirteen and I'm still a virgin."

The pavement turned to gravel and the girls began guiding their bicycles down the edge of the lawns that touched the street. Passing male drivers slowed down considerably to eye their lush young bodies, but they pretended not to notice.

"Sharon, how long did you say you have to stay at the Mortons'?"

"Just a week. Just 'til my mom gets back from her honeymoon." She took a deep breath. "Barb, I wish she would let me stay at home by myself. I bet I could have gotten Billy Davis over and had him fuck me."

"I think Billy's too chicken," Barb scoffed. "Why don't you try Chuck Morton? Heck, you'll be staying there anyway."

"That wouldn't be such a great idea. Ruth Morton's my mom's best friend. My new old man wants to send me to my sister when they get back from their honeymoon anyway. Jack says they need a couple of months to get used to each other."

Barb laughed. "What he means is that he wants two months to screw around with your mom without you being there, that's all."

"You're probably right."

When they reached an intersection, they stopped. Sharon stared across the street at the big rambling ranch-style house that the Mortons lived in. She had been inside a few times, but never past the living room, and didn't know how many rooms they actually had. "Well, I guess I'd better go get it over with."

"Yep," Barb nodded. "I'm sorry you couldn't stay at my place, but you know my dad. You call me this afternoon and I'll see if I can come over. I want to see Chuck anyway. He's fifteen, and I'll bet he really knows how to fuck."

"Don't do it while I'm staying there," Sharon warned. "His parents are so straight it's ridiculous. If you want to mess with him, wait 'til I'm back at my place."

Barb gave out with a tinkly laugh. "Okay, I'll see you later. Call me, now." The blonde turned her bike around and waved, then rode away.

Sharon steered her bicycle across the street and parked it on the wide driveway next to the garage doors. She untied her suitcase and carried it up to the front door. Although the Mortons had been over to her apartment many times to play cards with her mom and her new stepdad, she didn't know their kids very well. Since it had always been hard for her to make friends, there was a queasy feeling in her stomach as she reached out and punched the doorbell.

She had to wait several minutes and ring again before the door finally opened. Ruth Morton stood there, wearing a flowery quilted robe. Her face was flushed as though she had been exercising.

"Oh, hi, Sharon. You're early. Your mom said you'd be here about noon. C'mon in."

Walking in hesitantly, Sharon deposited her suitcase on the hallway floor and waited until the woman had shut the door and turned to her. "If you want me to come back later, I can."

"No, that's all right," Ruth said quickly. "C'mon in the living room. Things are a little hectic around here this morning."

Sharon nodded, and had begun following her when she saw the rest of the family emerging through a door at the far end of the hallway. Allan Morton and their two children were also in their robes. Sharon decided to wait until later to say hello, averted her eyes quickly, then entered the riving room. Ruth had seated herself in a chair and was lighting a cigarette.

"How have you been, Ruth?" Sharon asked as she took a seat across from the woman. "Mom said to tell you thanks again for taking care of me."

Ruth waved her hand. "Forget it. I'll tell you what. I have to take Patty to the doctor in a few minutes. Why don't you make yourself comfortable in here and we'll put your stuff away when we get back. Okay?"

"Sure. That's fine. I don't have anything to do." The girl was puzzled by the strange look in Ruth's eyes, as though she were uneasy about something. "Is Patty very sick?"

"Oh, no," Ruth stood up. "She's just got a touch of the flu or something. I'm sorry, dear, but I do have to run now. Turn the TV on if you want. Or there are some magazines there in the rack."

"Fine." When the woman had gone, Sharon selected several magazines and sat down to leaf through them. She hadn't finished the second one when the two Morton children came in and waved a greeting to Sharon.

Both Chuck and his eleven-year-old sister had coal-black wavy hair and deep-blue eyes, as did their father. Chuck was tall and slim, and Sharon knew he did very well in school sports.

"I'm glad you got to come over, Sharon," Patty said shyly. "Maybe when I feel better, we can go bike riding or something."

"Yeah, we could. I brought mine. What's new, Chuck?"

He shrugged. "Nothin' much. Same old crap."

"Well, is everybody ready?" Allan Morton boomed, stopping in the hall doorway with an armload of large envelopes. "Hi, Sharon. We won't be gone long. We only have a couple stops to make."

"That's all right, Allan. Take your time."

"Good. See you later." Ruth joined them, waved, and the four of them trooped out the front door, leaving Sharon alone in the large living room.

The young girl finished reading the magazines, put them back in the rack, then began strolling around the room, inspecting the furniture and the pictures hanging on the walls. With nothing else to do, she continued on through the house, deciding she might as well get familiar with the place.

As she roamed the dining room area and the kitchen, she wondered idly why Allan was home on a weekday, then remembered her mother had mentioned that he had been laid off from work. When she had finished her inspection in the front of the house, she started down the tong hall, glancing into the open doorways.

In what she was sure was the master bedroom she saw a large desk against an outside wall, covered with a typewriter and a mountain of envelopes. Since the rest of the house was so neat and clean, she wondered why they would leave a mess like that in there. Curiosity got the better of her, and she crossed the room hesitantly.

From what she could see on the top of the pile, most of the large envelopes were addressed to a post office box at a substation only a few blocks away. That must be Allan's business, she thought as she picked up an envelope to look at it more closely. When she lifted it up a photograph slipped out and her eyes widened. She snatched it up quickly and gaped at it.