Unknown - The junkyard family

"Wow!" Joe sighed, dazed.

"She's a hot little pussy, man."

"And the old man was porkin' her?!"

"That's what I said!"

"Horny old bastard!" he breathed.

"Tell me about it," Mark said, "The thing is…" he lowered his voice, "I wonder if there's some way we can get in on it."

Joe looked at him strangely, then appeared to think about it. "I'd rather fuck Keri – what a fuckin' body!"

"Yeah, but we don't even know if she fucks or not."

"Yeah. If Jody's that much of a whore she'll let the old man fuck her, she shouldn't object if we do her now and then."

"Be convenient, having her right here with us."

"Wouldn't have to jerk off no more!" Joe snickered.

"Yeah."

Jody lay on her bed, hardly having moved since her father had left. Her legs were still spread wide as she let her tingling cunt cool down and she had her hands behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling.

She sighed to herself, the sound loud in the small room. She hated it when he did that. She hated it when he touched her. Sometimes she thought she'd like to kill the perverted bastard. Sometimes she thought she ought to kill herself.

It wasn't so much that he fucked her. It was that he so totally subjugated her. She spent all her time trying to prove she could do anything a boy could do, that she was as tough, as fast, as smart, as cool as any boy, that she was as good as a boy. Her father ripped all that away from her and turned her back into a low, slutty, cock-loving female. He pumped his big cock in her and made her cry out in pleasure, made her body pulse with joy, made her crave more and more of what he did to her. He took her independence and strength and pride away and made her a mewling, whining, grovelling whore.

How she hated her body for its weakness and betrayal. Were all girls like her? Could a cock so utterly control every woman? Was it her destiny to be a stupid sheep-like female, bleating in joy whenever some guy stuck his prick into her?

Maybe, she thought, it was just her dad. Maybe it was some power he held over her. After all, not many girls got fucked by their dads. Maybe it would be different with some other guy. Maybe she'd be able to hold her own with them like she did in everything else.

She turned off the lights, thinking about how she'd find that out. The guys who were her friends would no doubt be glad to oblige, but that was the last thing she wanted. They'd never, ever see her as an equal if they could pin her down and ride her like a bitch dog.

The alarm woke Keri at nine. She slapped it off and rolled out of bed naked. She always slept naked. She liked the freedom of movement, didn't want her arms and legs restricted beneath the sheets.

She ran a hand through her hair, then brushed it a little. Since she was going to the beach, it didn't make much sense to put much time into it. She grabbed her bathing suit out of the drawer and stepped into it.

It was a one piece. Her breasts were too big to wear a bikini without every guy on the beach ogling her continuously. She slipped the straps of the green bathing suit over her shoulders and looked at herself in the mirror. The one piece was typical enough. It covered her chest completely, but was very high cut at the thigh, and revealed almost all of her buttocks in back. She didn't mind guys staring at her ass. All the girls would be dressed in similar outfits. Besides, it would take their eyes off her tits.

She pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a over large shirt, then grabbed her the bag with her stuff, beach towel, lotion, sunglasses, etc. She walked out into the hall and tossed her bag on the table by the kitchen, then went in and made herself some toast.

As she was munching on it, Joe came in. He looked at her strangely again. She wondered what that was all about, but then turned and searched the cupboards for the cereal. This being Saturday, the guys were on their own. Her dad had agreed that she didn't have to make breakfast, lunch, or supper on weekends.

"What're you doing up?" he asked.

"Going to the beach."

"Oh, yeah. With who?"

"Amy and Lauren."

"That Lauren's a cute little chick."

"I'll tell her you said so. I'm sure she'll be delighted."

"Don't be a little smart ass."

"Can't help it – I'm so smart."

"Yeah, right." He watched her ass in the tight jeans as she wandered out of the kitchen.

She and her friends searched carefully before finding just the exact right spot to set down their things. It was close enough to a group of cute guys to keep an eye on them but not too close that it would look like they cared.

Amy slipped off the mini-dress she was wearing, revealing an itsy bitsy blue bikini that had a thong bottom splitting her lovely white ass cheeks apart.

Lauren was wearing a too-small black bikini that crushed her big breasts and flattened them out to the sides making them look bigger than they were. Lauren was short, shorter than Amy even. She had a thin body, but good curves and a gorgeous, dreamy face that immediately caught the boys' eyes. She had silky red hair that slid down her back and surrounded her pert face. High cheekbones framed a thin, grecian nose below deep grey eyes.

The three of them carefully settled themselves and began applying their suntan lotion as the boys eyed them interestedly.

Amy offered to help Lauren put on hers and then knelt in front of her, bent over with her naked ass towards the watching boys.

"Cocktease," Keri grinned.

"You aren't the only one that can give guys boners," Amy sniffed with a smile.

"You two are both sluts," Lauren sighed, putting on her dark, reflective sunglasses.

"Didn't I see you with your face in Donny Dutton's lap at the party last week?" Amy taunted.

"Up yours!" Lauren said, dismissively.

Amy and Keri grinned at each other.

"You guys ever wonder about what the guys are thinking of you?" Keri asked.

"All the time," Amy said, grinning.

"I mean, like, what's going on in their heads?"

"They're undressing us with their eyes, of course," Lauren said.

"No, no. Well, that too, but I mean, like… You know, fantasizing about you."

"You mean thinking about fucking us?"

"Yeah, like, do they jerk-off to some fantasy of you, like fucking you on a desert island or something."

"You have the weirdest thoughts, Keri," Lauren sighed.

"No, but it's true isn't it?" Keri persisted. "I mean, everyone jerks off right? I jerked off a few days ago thinking about Tony fucking me."

"You fucked Tony?!" Amy gasped.

"No, no. I just thought about what it would be like."

"So what?" Lauren asked.

"Don't you ever wonder if they do that about us?"

"I never thought about it," Amy said, puzzled. "I suppose they do."

Lauren nodded, thinking. "I mean… they do it, right? They must think about girls while they do it, and some of them would be us probably."

"What are you guys talking about?" Amy huffed.

"It's like this," Keri explained, "Suppose there's this boy in school, in one of your classes, right, and he likes you a lot."

"So?"

"So, suppose he goes home and takes a shower. And suppose he jerks off. Does he run this fantasy about you while he does it? I mean, does he think about you on your hands and knees sucking him off, and all kinds of other things?"

"That's disgusting!" Amy said, crinkling up her face.

"True, though," Lauren said. "It's like, you could be the star of some awful, bizarre porn movie every night, only it's in some boy's mind instead of on film."

"It could be some boy you see every single day, and hardly know except to say 'hi' to. You could come in in the morning and say 'Hi,' and he says 'Hi,' and for all you know he was fantasizing about tying you up and raping the hell out of you just that morning." Keri mused.