Carl Tatem: Daughter_s little friend

"Tell you what, Tom. Instead of selling you the usual lids of marijuana this time, I'll give you some special pot that's been doctored with Spanish Fly. I save it for occasions like this, and if you can get her to smoke it, she'll turn on like a mink in heat, I guarantee!"

"Now you're cooking!" Edgars said excitedly. "I'll grab my pants and be over. Hot damn, I can almost feel my cock up inside that sweet little cunt of hers already!"

"One more thing," the head coach put in. "Since I'm giving you the marijuana, you can see that Vicki lets me in her house before you and Sandy arrive. I'll be waiting and hiding when the fun starts."

"You planning to join in… Make it a five-some?"

"Use your head, Tom boy. Only way we're going to get away with this is to work on Sandy's tight-assed mother, too, so nobody will be spilling anything to the cops. I've got a feeling that after eight months without a man, she's itching for a good fuck, but she'll need the right kind of encouragement, and I've got to be there when you shove your rod into her daughter's belly to get it. Me and my camera."

Tommy Edgars laughed crudely. "Blackmail! Good luck, you bastard; Mrs. Murphy's a damned fine cunt by the looks of her, by God. Hell, either of them bitches could give me a hard-on that would ache all the way to my knees."

"Same here, Tom, and who knows? If my plan works, we might nail both of them together in a gang fuck. Now, hurry on over."

"I'm on my way, soon as I call Vicki," the youth said, his anticipation contorting his young voice and lewdly telegraphing his hotly excited thoughts.

Hink hung up the phone and smoothed his hair back, contemplating the plot he'd conceived in his mind. Christ, if it worked, it would be a literal tour de force! He wanted to fuck that luscious little teenager all right, but there was the other member of the Murphy household whose panties he'd dearly love to strip off, whose soft and perfectly preserved feminine charms always elicited burning desire in his cock and testicles. Damn, but Alice Murphy was a lot of sensual woman, going to waste now that she was a widow. She was prime, and he, Richard Hink, was going to try his best to ram his prick up into her blonde-haired cunt and show her what fucking was all about. And if everything went right, he'd soon be fucking her hot little daughter as well, and wouldn't that be a feather in his cap! Mother and daughter, both spreading their legs and opening their cunts for him…

He walked back into the living room to smile down at Sandy, aware that his cock was hard as a fence rail right now, just thinking about it, and his mouth had gone dry, while small beads of sweat started to form on his brow. Just a few more hours, he murmured to himself, and then you, darling girl, and your lovely mother will be begging and begging…

Tommy Edgars' powerful MGA sports car purred smoothly along the road. Sandy relaxed against the passenger seat and let her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip-stream of the car, feeling much calmer and relaxed now that she was miles away from her home and mother.

She gazed gratefully at Tommy, pleased that he had cared enough – especially after his disappointment last night – to have driven over to pick her up for the day. She sighed, stretching out her arms, and said to him: "Well? Where are we heading?"

The youth grinned back at her. "You'll see, baby."

"No, tell me, Tommy! I want to know what the prescription is going to be for my blues."

"Ain't going to be bad tasting, I'll say that," Edgars taunted, and then he threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Naw, I'll tell you," he said after a moment. "We've been invited to a party up at Vicki Rolf's house. A small party, just us and Joe Arrow will be there, but the way I hear it, it will be a damned fine party. You game?"

Sandy regarded her handsome boyfriend quizzically. "I know Vicki from school a little bit. She's a grade ahead of me, so I don't pal around with her, but… isn't she supposed to be sort of wild, Tommy?"

"Well now, if you're scared…" Tommy teased.

Tommy's remark irked the girl. She was tired of being treated like a babe in arms, though she had to admit that this time it was her own fault, hesitating the way she had. "I'd love to go," she said decisively. "I was just asking, that's all."

"I tell you now, baby, this ain't a party for kiddies."

"What do you mean?"

"There'll be some drinking, and Joe's bringing a stag film and things like that to get everybody nice and friendly and forgetting their troubles. Ever seen a stag film?"

"N-No, I haven't," she replied, her voice cracking slightly. "A-Are they bad?"

"Depends on what you call bad," the boy chuckled. "They get one nice and heated up if you let them. So if it would scare you, tell me now. It would be a bad scene, baby, if you chickened out when the fun and games began."

Sandy considered herself old enough to handle any situation, and besides, what harm could a little drinking and watching a sex movie do? She'd been able to stop Tommy's advances all the times before, hadn't she? Anyway, Vicki would be there, and nothing really terrible would happen with the two of them… "I said I wanted to go, and I do, Tommy Edgars," she said defiantly. "I'm here for a good time, aren't I?"

"Good girl," he chuckled again. "I'd hate to have to sit through one of those things without some good female company. We've a little time, though, because Vicki said not to come until noon. She's fixing lunch for us."

"That's nice of her," Sandy said.

"Vicki's a very nice girl," Tommy replied, the thin smile on his handsome young face was hidden from the girl beside him as he turned a left-hand corner and sped across town to the park. "Let's kill the time watching the sailboats, okay?"

"Okay!" Sandy agreed heartily, but in spite of her efforts, the haunting feeling wouldn't go away that perhaps she shouldn't have been so eager to agree. But it was too late now; she had committed herself, and she would not back down…

The hours until noon passed quickly for the young girl. Tommy was at his nicest, talking a blue streak in an effort to cheer her up, the day was beautiful and hot without being overly muggy, and the park was lovely…

The Rolfs came from one of the better sections of Prescott, and their house was a lovely and spacious Spanish style of white stucco and black wrought iron. Wide, rolling grounds bordered it, much as the park had bordered the sailboat pond, with a magnificent swimming pool and a tennis court tucked away between large old trees and a miniature mountain of stone from which a landscaped stream and waterfall gushed pleasantly. Sandy had never been to such a beautiful home, and was fascinated by it from the moment they entered the crushed oyster-shell drive to arrive before the massive front doors.

Vicki Rolf was a tall, auburn-haired girl with rich-swelling breasts like melons ripe on the vine, and curving hips with seductively swaying buttocks and long, limber legs. She was wearing an extremely brief pair of hot pants that failed to cover the entirety of her round, moon-shaped ivory buttocks, and they curved in so that they emphasized the crevice between her ass-cheeks blatantly. From the front, they snugly molded her full, fleshy vaginal lips, indicating without any question the contours of her young, pubescent cunt. Sandy had a hard time keeping her eyes modestly away from the other girl's pussy, her mind once more dwelling on the stories she'd heard about the "wild" Miss Rolf and her promiscuous ways. There'd never been any proof, but it was hard not to think that Vicki and Joe Arrow weren't… well, weren't lovers!

Vicki had come around the side of the house bare-footed, a tall frosted glass in her slim hand and a cheery smile on her face, and had been waiting for the MGA to pull to a halt. She came over to the small car. "Hi, Tom," she said in a throaty purr. "Oh, and it's good to see you again, Sandy. You've never been here before have you?"