Unknown - The junkyard family

"Gross!" Amy squealed.

"But it's true. In fact," said Lauren, "probably every single boy in school does it. You've probably been screwed silly by a whole bunch of guys, maybe like those guys right there." Lauren pointed across at the group of boys.

"Maybe one of them is thinking about it right now. See that guy with the long blonde hair staring at us? Maybe he's day-dreaming right now. Maybe he has one of us down on our backs, naked, spreadeagled…" Her voice trailed off.

"I'm getting horny," Keri sighed.

"Me too," Lauren giggled.

"I think you're both sick," Amy snapped. She was still kneeling with her ass towards the boys behind her.

"Well, if he's thinking that, it's probably about you, Amy. He's probably imagining you without your suit. That wouldn't be hard the way you're kneeling."

"He's probably kneeling behind you right now, pumping away," Lauren taunted.

Amy quickly swivelled around, sitting on her heels and glaring at the boys. "Quit it, you guys," she complained.

"I thought you liked being a cockteaser," Lauren snickered.

"Well, yeah, but… It's just weird to think about some guys thinking things like that about you."

"They do. You think about fucking them too, especially when you jerk off."

"I don't… do that," she finished, embarrassed.

"Liar!" Lauren and Keri both said.

"Everyone does, and you think about them naked when you do, don't you?" Keri teased. "Who do you fantasize about when you do it?"

"Stop it! God, you two… How am I supposed to look any boy in the face any more, wondering that?" she complained.

"I asked Mike Allan whether he did or not," Keri confided.

"You did?" Amy gasped. "You actually asked him if he dreamed about fucking you?"

"It was after I'd fucked him," Keri said, grinning.

"What did he say?" Lauren asked.

"He said that for a while he jerked-off while he dreamed about fucking me, and did it every night and every morning. He dreamed once that he bought me as a slave and owned me."

"What a sicko!" Amy gasped.

"He dreamed he was an Arab Sheik and owned me as a slave and kept me naked all the time."

"Mmmmmmm. I'm really getting horny!" Lauren sighed.

"I'm getting sick!" Amy said.

"Oh, stop being so virginal," Keri sighed.

"I'm not a virgin!"

"Liar!" Lauren sniffed. "Everyone knows your a virgin."

"I am not!"

"Who did you every fuck?" Lauren demanded.

"None of your business!"

"Ha!" Lauren sniffed.

"Right!" Keri laughed. "My little sister probably knows more about sex than you."

At that moment, Jody was just finishing up work on a clogged fuel line on one of the cars in the garage. Unlike Keri, she'd learned quite a bit about cars from her father and brothers, and liked to think she knew as much as they did.

Mark was walking through on his way to his car when he saw her form bent over the front of the engine. He stopped and then swerved over to her, his eyes ravishing her round little ass while he approached.

Since she was staying home today, just screwing around, she was dressed comfortably in short shorts and a tank top cut off below the chest. The pants were getting to be too tight, Mark noted as he saw her white ass cheeks pushing out the sides.

He walked up right behind her, staring into the little crotch and imagined he saw some loose pussy hair peeking out.

"What'cha doin'?" he asked.

"What's it look like I'm doin'?" she called over her shoulder.

"Why don't you leave stuff like that to us. You girls should just worry about cooking and cleaning and keeping yourself pretty."

She rose up and turned to stare at him balefully. She didn't say anything, then turned back to the engine.

Mark grinned down at her. "No husband is gonna care about you fixing his car, shrimp. He's only gonna care about you keeping house and being good in bed."

"Up yours!" she called back.

"It's the God's honest truth," he taunted. "You want to hook a man, it ain't your repair work that's gonna do it, it's this!" He goosed her, and she yelped, jumping backwards.

"Fuck off!" she cursed.

"Touchie, touchie," he snickered.

She punched at him but he held his hand up and pushed her fist away. She tried several times and then angrily tried to kick him. He laughed at her and grabbed her ankle, holding it high in the air as she hopped around on the other one, cursing at him.

"You sure do fight like a girl," he taunted, knowing it would just make her even madder.

"Let go of my foot, you scum-sucking bastard!" she screamed.

"Say pretty please."

"Fuck you!"

"Say, I'm a silly little girl who should be on her hands and knees scrubbing floors."

"Eat shit!"

He let go of her foot and she fell backwards against the car.

She jumped up again and swung her fist but he caught it and swung her around, hugging her tightly against him, her ass pressed into his legs. He held both her arms tightly as she struggled furiously.

"Why don't you stop acting like a tom-boy?" he said, his voice getting ragged. "Why not act like the hot little slut you really are?"

"I'm gonna cut your cock off!" she hissed, trying to twist away.

"Really? You sure you don't want to suck it instead?"

She blinked in surprise at his words and tone both.

He pressed his face down next to her ear. "Sure you don't want to fuck me like you do the old man?"

Her heart gave a lurch and she went white. "Wha… what are you talking about?"

"I saw you last night, baby. I saw the old man puttin' it to you, saw you screamin' and yowling for more. I never would have guessed you were such a hot little fuck."

He twisted her around then, so she faced him and backed her against the car. His face was inches from hers as he looked into her eyes. "Why don't you show me what you showed the old man last night?" he breathed, his eyes sliding down her body.

"You… you're crazy. I never did anything. Let me go right now or…"

"Or what? You'll tell the old man? What are you gonna tell him, huh?"

He pressed against her with his groin, which sported a tremendous hard-on. He ground it into her crotch as he held her hands tightly.

"Let me go!" she gasped, her mind reeling, her skin bright crimson with embarrassment at his revelation.

"Not till I get what Dad got!" he panted. He grabbed her arm and steered her into the back seat of the car, pushing her down on her back and jumping on top of her.

She struggled against him, but he weighed almost twice as much as her and she was hopelessly overpowered.

He held her hands above her head in a single fist and just kind of looked down at her for a long minute as she squirmed. He was unaccountably nervous as he approached the point of no return.

"You want it. You know you want it," he gasped. His hand was on her belly. He started to caress her slowly, then worked it upward until it slid under her little t-shirt and he felt the upward swelling of her left breast.

"Mark! Stop it! Let me go! Don't!" she begged.

He couldn't stop though. His mind was full of the images he'd witnessed that morning, of her and his father. He slid his hand up onto her breasts, fondling them, squeezing down on the fleecy skin.

He pushed her t-shirt up around her neck and gazed down hungrily at her twin mounds, then lowered his mouth to her left breast and kissed her nipple. He suckled on it, sucking it into his mouth and chewing the little pink nub.

"Bastard!" she cried.

"Hot little whore!" he hissed.

He squeezed her tit and his face came down against hers. She twisted her head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from hers. He kissed her cheeks, her lips, her ears, her throat. His mouth darted from side to side, nuzzling into the nape of her neck as she struggled haplessly against him.