Carl Tatem - Daughter_s little friend

After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her forever-expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning.

Any physical damage to her ravished, battered, and bruised body would heal, she knew, but she doubted that anything could ever eliminate the horrible mental injury that she had done unwillingly to herself. She knew that she should now be filled with repugnance and loathing… but she was not, and this made her more frightened than from the vile acts done to her by Richard Hink. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vividly, she remembered her own lustful performance just now. Truly, his handsome, virile body had reached her before he was done. He had come at her like a conquering warrior devouring the spoils of victory, and the fact she could not avoid was that she had completely and wantonly enjoyed the ugly but delicious sensations Hink had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. God, she was ashamed…

She rolled over onto her back, unmindful that all of her naked, lust-sweat beauty was on display in the mirrors, reflecting like a hundred trembling, glistening bodies whose rosy-hued flesh were painted with the mingling fluids of male sperm and female orgasmic secretions. What modesty was there to lose now? He had unlocked some deep, wickedly lewd blackness in her soul, and if he wanted a whore, then a whore she would be. And she sickeningly realized that she would respond with more than just an act to please him – she would be that whore, reveling in his cruel debasement…

And then in the reflecting glass above and around her, the lovely young mother suddenly saw other figures. Her eyes flew wide with startled, terrified shock, and she struggled to her knees on the bed, tottering with humiliation and torment. Two boys and a strange girl were slowly advancing into the bedroom, but there were only dim, hazy images to her, her eyes staring with utter mortification at the slim young teenager whose face was distorted with horror and disbelief in front of them.

"Sandy!"

About an hour before Alice Murphy choked out her daughter's name, Sandy had been a quivering, quietly moaning girl on the couch in Vicki Rolf's basement playroom. Time was meaningless and blurred to her, merging with the cocks of Tommy Edgars and Joe Arrow, which had continually assaulted her hapless, drug-crazed young body. She was beyond emotion, her tender loins jerking spasmodically as her muscles twitched from the wild, electric-like orgasms she'd received.

The two boys and the naked young girl, Vicki, stood over her writhing form, grinning lewdly down at her. She stared back up at them through dulled, sex-fogged eyes, her legs sprawled wide out to the sides, displaying obscenely all of her pink, gently palpitating vagina. Their voices were indistinct and dim in her buzzing ears, for she was no longer a little, innocent teenage girl but a passionate mass of sexually satiated and drugged female flesh, unable to think or breathe.

"Have we time to take her on again?" Joe was asking excitedly. Even though he'd already cum many times in her and his girl friend Vicki, the very prurience of this virginal-looking Sandy enticed his cock to harden with renewed interest.

"No, we've got to get over to the coach's house," Tommy said, and then he grinned with unstated lust at his friend. "What the hell, you can fuck her again any way you want to when we get over there."

"Sure," Vicki added excitedly. "What the hell, the more the merrier. Come on, let's get the hot little bitch dressed so we can go!"

Her limbs too weak and weary to be able to perform for herself, Sandy allowed the others to lift her up from the couch and dress her. Then exhaustedly, she hung between Tommy and Joe as they helped her to the four-door sedan that belonged to Joe and which he'd driven to Vicki's that morning. She tottered as they opened the back door and almost fell inside, lowering herself to the soft seat and unconsciously allowing herself to be snuggled in the arms of her boyfriend, Tommy Edgars, as he climbed in beside her.

As Joe drove back through town and to her house, Sandy found that some of her passion-fevered mind had cleared in the wake of her sexual ecstasy. Shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to blur and darken her guiltily swollen eyes and dribble down her cheeks. Well, she'd finally been fucked, and fucked well. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think about it… maybe later, when she was safely away from Tommy and the other scheming young couple, Joe and Vicki…

Edgars pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially fogged eyes, the self-loathing girl saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "You were great, baby," he complimented. "Now don't be all morbid and sulky about it – a good fucking never hurt any girl, and you've got to admit, you really turned on something fierce. Just like I said you would, once you got a taste of cock. Rest awhile," he continued, his hand fondling her trembling leg. "Rest until we get over to where you live. I think you'll get a real surprise at what's waiting for you."

The handsome youth's chuckle was almost obscene, and Sandy shuddered at the lurid thought of what the "surprise" might be – but she never considered even in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her mind what she was speeding toward in crushed obeisance…

At first she thought that they were going to stop at her house, and her initial reaction was one of relief. Maybe there wasn't going to be a "surprise", or if there was, it was to let her free. Oh God, she hoped so! But then she felt a twinge of fear as she thought of what her mother would say if she saw her like this.

Sandy knew that she couldn't ever explain what had really happened to her, how she had been deceived and led on with alcohol and drugs until she'd gone too far and finally her own body had betrayed her.

Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house but would run away. Even if somehow she kept it a secret, she could never be able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't face her home and the love that it represented. She was too soiled, too ruined… While time might dim the memory, it would never erase it.

Instead, they stopped the car next door at Richard Hink's residence. Puzzled, she let Tommy help her out of the car.

"What… What are we doing here?"

"You'll see…" he chuckled with a secret sounding lewdness.

"I don't understand, Tommy. Why are we going to visit Coach Hink?"

"Patience, baby. Walk right in and in a minute you'll find out."

Joe opened the front door without knocking as if he owned the house and closed it behind them softly. Tommy gripped Sandy's arm in a tight, harsh hold as she faltered, directing her into the living room. Her heart was skipping beats, and she felt a clammy iciness crawling along the saddle of her back. She frowned as she looked around the empty room, perplexed and filled with an indefinable dread.

"Tommy, I don't think…"

"Shut up, baby," he warned her in a rasping low voice. "Have you found them, Joe?" he said to his friend.

"Yeah," came the excited reply. "They're on the coffee table, just where the coach said he'd leave them. And brother, they're hot stuff all right."