Paul Gable: Roped mother, raped daughter

Betti Watson felt that hot, shiver tinge spasm through her virgin cunt as she rocked her slim hips from side to side on the chaise lounge. Her electric-blue bikini bottom was snuggling up against her hot, swelling cuntlips, the silky material rubbing so nicely against her milky-soft pussylabes. The sensation was shockingly good, even better than the way those two patches were getting her stiff, rose-pink nipples going.

It was awful feeling this way, especially right at the home of her very best friend, Tina Anderson. But there it was, making her breath a little shorter while the sensitive places between her toes tingled like mad. Thank goodness, she thought, she had on her dark sunglasses. No one knew she was staring at Jack Foster. He was a rebel. That was what Tina had said, giggling all the time. Betti was sure Tina would have let him fuck her if he were interested in doing it. Instead, he just came around all the time, hanging around the big two-story wooden house and talking with Tina's brother, Joe.

"Yeah, some nice pussy around here." The whispered words drifted to Betti. She wasn't supposed to hear that, she knew. But how the words made her flesh crawl with excitement and delight. To think, two men were talking aloud… fucking, and right in front of her! Tina was inside the house now, making some lemonade. That was when Betti heard more of the conversation.

"You know, I've lot some real good stuff at my folks' garage. They ain't home for the next two days. C'mon, Joe, don't be such a pussy. It's damned good booze."

Betti turned around, peering over the top of the lounge chair just in time to see Jack and Joe disappear through the back garden gate. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should say something to Tina. But something went off in the blonde teenager's head, something that urged her from the comfort of the chair and sent her tiptoeing down the alley, her rubber sandals making hardly any noise.

She could see the youths disappearing into a small garage just one block down the street. Oh, what a naughty thing they were going to do – drinking on the sly!

Betti drew close to the garage now, feeling her heart beating so fast she thought it would tear through her ribcage. She could hear them laughing inside, the sounds of bottles clinking reaching her ears. Betti peered through the window, seeing Joe taking a long swig from the bottle. It was getting darker, the sun having set behind the Santa Monica Mountains. She would have to go back and get a sweater or something. But Betti was still curious as to what the boys were really up to.

Studying Tina's brother so hard, Betti didn't bar the soft shuffling sound of Jack's boots until he was right behind her.

"Oh!"

She lurched against the wooden siding when she felt the flat of his right hand smack her ass hard. Betti spun around, her cheeks burning with shame as she rubbed her stinging asscheeks. "Sneaking around and spying, eh? You gonna tell Joe's folks?"

Jack's high-cheeked, ruggedly handsome face was twisted into an ugly sneer now. Betti felt the icy grip of fear tighten around her heart as she looked around, hoping against hope a car would meander down the narrow alley.

"N-n-n-no, I just… I was just kinda curious, that's all."

Jack's lips curled into a sardonic smile as he dropped one hand down to his crotch. Betti couldn't help herself. Her eyes followed that hand, watching as the fingers curled under his fly and squeezed a heavy roll of cockmeat starting to tent up the front of his faded jeans. God! He wasn't wearing any shorts! Betti drew away from the young stud.

"I think I'd better go," she whispered, feeling her throat tighten even more.

"Hey, no. You wanna see what's inside? Then come on in."

Betti winced, feeling his strong fingers pressing hard into her upper arm. He dragged her around the garage, pulling her without regard to how she stumbled over the uneven flagstone pavement. Betti pulled backward half-heartedly, feeling so guilty over having been caught peeping.

"Betti? What the hell?"

Joe was clumsily pushing the opened vodka bottle under a cushion, obviously surprised at seeing his sister's best friend here.

"She was peeping around. I think we gotta teach the brat a lesson she won't forget." Betti didn't like the sound of Jack's voice. She didn't particularly like what she was hearing. Joe looked confusedly at his buddy, his head cocked to one side while Jack flipped the lock. Betti felt terribly naked, her hands automatically drawing in front of her pussy while she folded in her upper arms to hide her be tits. "You know," Jack began, sauntering up to Betti and drawing the backs of his fingers over her jaw, "I got a gang, a real nice group of boys who don't take any shit from little pussies like this."

"What?"

Betti was horrified. Never, ever had anyone called her such a horrid name before. She backed away, her bikini-clad ass flattening against the garage wall behind her. He was moving one finger under the thin elastic band holding those two patches up against her still-rigid nipples. She could hear the chance in his breathing, see the added glow in his eyes. Joe was watching open-mouthed behind his buddy, his eyes wide while Jack toyed with Betti for another moment.

"Oh!"

Betti felt the top of her bikini fly from her tits, dangling now like a piece of string from Jack's fingers while her tits flopped down on her chest. She flushed beet red, flinging her hands around her naked tits and looking desperately at her best friend's brother. Surely Joe couldn't just sit there and watch this! Jack suddenly grabbed her wrists and pulled them wide apart lowering his head and biting her right nipple.

"Ow!"

Betti struggled, her feet scraping painfully along the concrete floor as she felt his teeth sinking into her sensitive tit-tip. She screamed again, her ass jiggling and bouncing against the cinderblock wall behind her. The girl feared he would bite her nipple off. Somehow she managed to get one hand free and slapped Jack hard across he side of the face.

"Little slut!"

He repaid her three times over, swinging his left hand down knuckles-first and smashing his fist against the side of her face. Betti let out a groan, fearing he had shattered her skull from the force of the blow, her knees giving way as she sank to the floor.

"Hey, man, go easy on her," Joe said.

"Remember what we were talkin' about? About how some girls really like it rough? Let's just see how fuckin' rough this little bitch likes it."

"Ow!"

Jack was curling his fingers in Betti's hair, dragging her from the corner of the garage as her feet strung out behind her. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse exploded in her throat. Betti wanted to scream, but knew that would only infuriate the young stud hurting her.

"There."

He dropped her in the middle of the greasy floor. Betti pulled herself up, feeling the black slime dirtying her body. She grimaced, trying to wipe her hands on something and finding she was only making herself dirtier with her moves. She started to get up. But Jack was waiting for her to make a move like that, cocking his right foot and thrusting his booted foot hard against her belly.

Betti let out a whooshing sound, pitching back and doubling over. She wheeled halfway around, her hands clutching at her throat while her lone blonde hair spun out around her narrow shoulders. Gradually the girl managed to regain some of her breath.

"Now…"

He smacked her back down against the floor one more time, placing the heel of his boot up against her chin while rubbing the filthy sole against her mouth and nose.

Betti gagged, bringing her hands up and trying to push the awful thing off. But she felt him increase the pressure when she tried that. Groaning with disgust, the girl let her arms drop to her sides and tasted the awful filth. She gagged attain when Jack rubbed his boot back and forth, scraping the rough sole over her flattened lips.