Carl Tatem - Daughter_s little friend

Before her thoughts could go any further, she was wrenched back to the sight of the bed by a soul-wrenching moan from her mother. The demented blackmailer was going wild now with passion and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body down hard into the covering of the bed until Sandy thought he would drive her face completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her hotly writhing buttocks as she twisted and squirmed in front of him. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his cock battered into her machine-gun-like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing young daughter. Sandy held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh of the tiny squirming anus withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust of the rigid column of pistoning, glistening flesh. And then her heart seemed to stop as she heard a low, animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping Richard Hink, and his long thick pole of flesh skewering madly into her helpless mother began throbbing out its hot lewd liquid deep inside her quivering rectum.

She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as deep inside the moaning and pleading woman as it could go to hose its obscene sperm deep, deep up inside her backsides. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up emotions bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the wide-splayed thighs and legs.

Her buttocks jerked back in the air on either side of his bucking loins, and then she fell limply to the bed, Hink crushingly falling on top of her. It was over, and there was no more reason for Sandy to try and stop them. It had been done and nothing could take it back. Her exhausted mother lay collapsed while he soaked his slowly deflating penis in the liquid depths of her unresisting rectum that he had filled completely with his heated male semen a moment before. Even after he rolled from her, she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw, pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. It was as if she was dead.

There was a groan from Alice.

The naked ivory body moved and seemed to come back to life. She raised up from the bed slightly and turned to look around – and then her mouth contorted with horror, and tears suddenly streamed down her face in utter disbelief. She tried to speak but could only manage a piteous mewl.

"Sandy!"

Alice stared at her daughter; her eyes traveling over her rumpled jersey and stained mini-skirt.

"Mo… Mo…" It was all Sandy was able to gasp in a stumbling unintelligibility, her jaw working up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-streaked, puffed eyes on her mother's tormented face and abused body.

Alice, bitterly grieving at this shattering confrontation, somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat, "Oh, my darling! Wh-what are you doing here?"

It snapped then, all the misery and torment inside the mercilessly broken little girl's mind. Hysterically, she turned and struggled in Tommy Edgars' grip, biting the boy's hand as hard as she could. His howl of pain was only dim in her ears as her brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run… run… Joe clutched at her, but she twisted from his lunge and raced down the hall, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from her fear and exertion.

"Don't let her get away!" she heard the naked Richard Hink yell behind her, and then she was at the door, charging out into the merciful darkness of early night. It was a wild flight, her mind unable to take one more instant of the horribly lewd scene she'd witnessed without sending her incurably insane, and irrationally, her only thought was to run home… home and sanctuary… Her breath came in short gasps and her legs felt as of rubber as she crossed the short lawn between the houses, not even pausing as one of her shoes fell off and caused her to stumble.

"Goddamn, she's a fast little bitch," Tommy panted at the open front door. He stood there, Joe and Vicki gathered around him, watching as she dashed away from them.

Richard Hink was in the hallway, naked and with his hands on his broad, muscular hips. "For Christ's sakes," he bellowed angrily. "Couldn't the three of you catch her? What do you expect me to do? Run out there like this, my cock and balls flapping in the breeze?"

"She caught us off-guard, Coach," Tommy said, turning to him. "Don't get in a sweat, though. She's just dogging for her own house."

"We-eellll," Hink said, a small thin smile of greed twisting his lips. "That's different."

"What are we going to do?" Vicki asked.

Hink rubbed his hands together. "Why, move the party over there, that's all. A slight change of location shouldn't change matters much, and that marijuana hasn't worn off completely yet. When she calms down a bit, it'll start working on her just as hot as before, believe me."

"Yeah, yeah," Joe Arrow agreed, nodding his head eagerly.

"So let's get her mother ready for traveling, boys. The night's just begun!" Chuckling with lewd anticipation, Hink walked back into the bedroom to where Alice Murphy still cowered dejectedly on the bed.

Alice Murphy was ushered across to her house a few minutes later, wearing nothing except her beige dress. Her bra and panties were still lying in a useless pile on the floor of Richard Hink's bedroom, and Hink himself was only wearing his satin scarlet lounging jacket to hide his naked body from any curious neighbors who might see the five of them. The minute she was in her own house, she cried out for her daughter and was relieved to hear a small, weak voice answer plaintively from the girl's bedroom. She rushed to her, finding Sandy curled on the bed with her feet drawn up under her buttocks in a defensive huddle.

"Oh, my baby…" Alice crooned and tenderly cradled her abused young child in her arms. She looked up with tear-streaked eyes as Hink and the three sexually excited teenagers, their eyes gleaming expectantly, crowded into the small room then down into Sandy's drug-dazed eyes again and realized that the tremendous pressures the girl had gone through had dulled her immature mind beyond comprehending.

Perhaps it was better this way, she thought.

Perhaps if she wasn't able to comprehend what was going on with the full, shattering clarity of consciousness, she could be saved from the loathing and disgust which gripped at Alice's own pain-wracked soul, and her barely formed young life might still have a chance for a normal, happy future.

Hink laughed out loud at the tender sight of the mother comforting her daughter, the evil light in his lustful eyes growing larger as he gazed carnally down at them.

"Why, Richard?" Alice asked in a pleading, choking voice. "Why did you have to have her see us doing it together? I was willing to do what you wanted."

"It's all part of the plan, my dear," he said cruelly. "Everything before now has been a lead-up to now. You see, she's part of the price of the pictures, too."

She gasped in horror, unable to believe that even this bestial pervert could be so inhumanly cruel. "No! You don't mean it!"

"But I do!" he taunted. "I've been seeing the two of you sashay so prim and proper around here all summer, and I've thirsted too damned long to get into your pants. I've been looking forward to a chance like this since the first time you and her came out in the yard in those tight-assed little bikinis of yours."

"I'll do anything you ask!" she cried out in a final desperate appeal to save her daughter. "Anything! But leave Sandy out of this! She's only a child!"