Carl Tatem - Daughter_s little friend

"Show them to little Miss Purity here," Vicki said, a strange, leering grin twisting her otherwise pretty face. Joe thrust the packet into Sandy's hands, and she looked first at them, and then up at Tommy with puzzlement.

"Go on, open it," he hissed at her menacingly.

Sandy opened the packet and slid out the series of color snapshots with trembling fingers, almost as though she knew what they were of. But then she saw them – and she was suddenly stunned immobile! They were all of her, nakedly squirming and twisting beneath the two boys at Vicki's house!

In horror, she shuffled through them. She was plainly visible in each of the photographs, her face contorted in passion, as Tommy and Joe seemed to take turns to see who could heap the greatest indignity upon her helpless, naked young body. They were turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading for more of what she was receiving.

Sandy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as she tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions. From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the bright arc-white lights going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably clear that that's what it must have been! And then she remembered hearing Richard Hink's throbbing hoarse voice excitedly urging them on into more lewd, lurid poses! He must have been the one who had taken them!

She wanted to be sick but vented her despair on the pictures instead, frenziedly tearing them up until they were only tiny little pieces, and for a moment she felt a small amount of relief.

"Save your strength, baby," Tommy chuckled lewdly, shattering her modicum of peace. "Coach Hink has got lots more, safely hidden away where you can't get at them."

"No!" she gasped. It dawned on her then that the high school coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this. Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures were proof of it. But… why?

Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of the bedrooms, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though something was being hurt. Sandy sucked in her breath, paling from the weird sound.

"Fuck back, Alice, baby! Fuck back harder!"

"Ohhhh!" came a responding thin wail.

It was her mother! Stunned, Sandy staggered back against Tommy for support. "My-my mother's in there with Mr. Hink!"

"Sure sounds that way," the boy commented.

"But-but he's hurting her! We've got to stop him! We've got to call the police!" she cried out, clutching at the sleeve of his shirt, pleading hysterically up into his grinning, merciless face.

Then: "Aahhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"

"I'd say your mother doesn't want any cops right now, baby," Tommy said with a sly grin. "Sounds more like she's enjoying herself."

"But… she couldn't be do – doing it with Mr. Hink!"

"You can never tell," Joe snickered. "Let's slide up to the door and have a look-see, just to make sure."

"But…" The lovely girl pressed back, unwilling to step nearer the tormented, desperately pleading voice of her mother.

"Before you go running to the cops, we better look first. Time enough to get them later if you still want to." Tom urged her forward with his steel-taloned grip on her arm, and his cock was beginning to pulse with the expectant orgy he was thinking was just ahead.

Sandy took a fevered breath and held onto Tom all the more tightly as the four of them crept silently down the hall to the bedroom.

Her whole body tensed as Vicki slowly turned the brass knob and the door fell open. She peered in – and then the young teenager sucked in her horrified breath!

It was her mother! She was kneeling nakedly on the bed, her backside raised high, and Richard Hink was fucking her from behind! He had her face pinned to the covers, and Sandy could see from the open doorway that his huge hard penis was insinuated tightly against the wide-open crevice between the whitely perspiring buttocks of the struggling woman!

Sandy was frozen with shock. She almost let out a scream, but it was choked back as Tommy quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She could only stare uncontrollably and bite down on the back of his hand to keep from losing consciousness. She started to shake violently, helplessly unable to regain her composure. She knew that even if Tommy let her go, she would not be able to make the slightest move to save her mother, and she watched thunderstruck, her eyes glued to the brutal, lewd spectacle in front of her.

Her mother was churning her ravished but more-than-willing naked body back against the man. The bed was pointed directly at the door so that she could see Hink's thick hard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal he made in her tightly stretched little anus. Sandy could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get more of him deeper into her rectum. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. He squeezed the large rounded moons together, forcing the crevice of her ass closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Sandy strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's pink anal muscle clasping tightly around it, and below, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the bloated, sperm-filled sac of testicles which pounded against her ragged pink cunt like well-oiled pendulums.

She waited for her mother to scream in protest or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to – but none came!

Instead her legs quivered on either side of Hink's lunging loins, and she arched her white, hollowing buttocks back against him, her ass flowered wide open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy forward surge, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication were rolling from her lips, mingling with the lewd and horrible obscenities that were bursting from the man's lust-contorted mouth. Sandy stood and listened in abject horror to the mewling cries of her mother as she undulated and bucked against the high school football coach like a common street slut, grunting and moaning beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.

"Tommy! For God's sake, make him stop!" Sandy whispered pleadingly through his hand.

"Please, please, make him stop!"

"Are you crazy?" he hissed excitedly back at her. "Take a good look at her, will you? She's loving it! Man, is she a fine, tight piece of ass!"

"Noooo!" she screamed in muffled horror, hearing his wildly panting words in her ear. "She's my mother! She's my mother!"

"Yeah, and she's earning back your pictures, baby," Tommy suddenly said with a lewd cynicism. "She's paying the price for all the fun you had with us today."

"She's…!"

As the full impact of what Tom had told her registered in her mind, she realized that her mother was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. What terrible things he was blackmailing her to do for the return of those pictures! My God, she thought, what could be enough for a man like that? If she could only turn back the clock of time; if there was only someplace she could run to and escape! But there was no way out and no way of turning back – she had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness, and it wasn't fair that her mother was the one having to submit to this crazed man's sexual depravities.

And she knew as she stared around in wide-eyed hopeless terror at the carnally incited faces of the other three teenagers, that she still had her own price to pay…