Chapter 8
Christy just felt good. It was a bright, sunny California day. The wind had blown hard yesterday, blowing away all the brown ugly smog. She could clearly see the mountains that surrounded her and Steff's home. She just couldn't keep from singing as she walked into the house with the groceries. She caught a man looking at her big titties and for the first time since she could remember, she enjoyed it She had beautiful tits. Why shouldn't men admire them?
She stood in front of one of the many mirrors in the room and admired her figure. She cupped the voluminous breast and enjoyed its soft, sensual texture. She slipped the hand inside her blouse and underneath her bra so she could feel the satiny skin. Her other hand ran over her woman's mound. No. She didn't want to touch the skin there or she would spoil it all. She wanted Steff to do that. She wanted Steff to play with her body. She wanted the other woman's hands and tongue to electrify her. Steff could do it! Then she would stop thinking of....
A post card on the floor near the front door caught her eye. She knew who it was from before she picked it up. Pasha was not going to let up. She didn't even want to look at it. She threw it in the wastebasket in the kitchen. The card missed its mark and it fell on the ground. When she picked the card up this time, she couldn't help but see the picture of the Rolls Royce. Could he be serious? Did he want her that bad? She flipped the card over and on the other side, the note said, "Anything you want."
It wasn't the car that impressed Christy. It was simply that if he was offering her this, what extremes would he go to? For the first time since she was a little girl, she was really frightened. Really frightened! Perhaps it was time to talk the whole thing over with Steff. Would she understand when Christy herself was at a loss over what made her the way she was? She had tried once before to ask a woman's understanding.
A flood of old remembrances filled the girl's mind. Her mother. Her step-father. Her ... her ... a horrible man whose face was blurred in her mind and a....
Christy remembered she had sought her mother's help ... no ... it started long before that. The girl sat on the couch. She forgot about putting the groceries away. She forgot about the post card. When was it? Right after she got out of the hospital. She was just a little girl. Everything was different at home. Nobody came to visit them anymore. Something had happened to one of their relatives. She couldn't remember which one. It must have been something very terrible because they always stopped talking about it whenever Christy could overhear them.
She remembered something. It was her step-father, Eric. He changed so. He had been nice to her before. Now, he was always soooo kind. Soooo helpful. Like he was always going out of his way to be nice to her. At first Mommy thought it was nice. Then Christy could feel it was beginning to irritate her. She recalled one night how her mother got so upset because she found Eric giving her a bath. She was ten years old. She had always been uninhibited around the man. She couldn't see why her mother got upset. Grown-ups are funny, though, so she didn't question it.
The real change happened when she was twelve. She could recall so vividly when the first hairs started appearing around her pubic area. The first swelling of her breasts. It was sort of a miracle to her. She matured very early. One day, she was a flat-chested child. The next, she was a young woman with budding breasts. She thought of that first touch of her soft round boobs; the sensation she experienced the first time she examined her new fuzz. It felt so good to just rub her hand there. She recalled so vividly the first time she came. She didn't even know what was happening!
She wasn't the only one that noticed it. Mother seemed irritated when she had to explain to her about menstruating. Eric seemed to be enjoying the change in her. He was even more attentive now. It seemed he was there whenever she turned around.
Her mother started insisting that she wear a bathrobe around the house when she wasn't fully dressed. There was only one bath in the house. Christy thought it was natural to just wear the bra and panties to go to the toilet. Her mother insisted she was too old for that anymore. Eric said she was just being old-fashioned. Christy did start wearing the bathrobe. It seemed after that, every time she was changing clothes, Eric found some reason to pop into her room.
The big change came that night when she came home early. She had gone to one of her girl friend's home to spend the evening, but it was so dull she decided to leave early. The house was dark when she got home. She entered very quietly because she had removed her shoes. Her feet hurt from playing too much tennis too soon. She wanted to go straight to bed, so she didn't even bother turning the lights on. She started up the stairs leading to the bedrooms when she heard her mother moaning.
At first, she thought she must be hurt. When she got close enough to distinguish the sounds, she knew she wasn't in any kind of pain. She had come home when her parents were making love!
She turned to go down the stairs when her eyes caught a reflection from the mirror on the wall opposite her parents' bedroom. She wondered what it looked like when people did that?
It was wrong to look. That would be awfully sneaky, but the thought of watching was over-power ing. She probably couldn't see anything in the mirror anyway, she thought to herself. She remembered vividly how careful she was to place her feet so that her parents wouldn't hear. her. When she looked in the mirror after what seemed an eternity, she was delightfully surprised to see they had left a small light on in the room and she could see them clearly in the mirror.
She had never really noticed her mother's body before. She was quite shapely. Her breasts were very large. Much bigger than hers at the time (though she surpassed her mother when she fully matured). Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed facing Christy and she was sitting on Eric's lap. Eric was kissing her neck and his hands were playing with her mother's titties. He kept squeezing and kneading them. It must have pleased her mother because she kept jumping up and down on his lap, like a happy little child. It looked so funny to see Eric's arms coming out of Mama's armpits. She looked like she had four arms and with two of them, she was playing with herself.
Eric whispered something in her mother's ear. She remembered mother getting up and giving Christy a view of Eric's cock for the first time. When she slid off of it, the organ just quivered for a moment. It was the first time she had ever recalled seeing a cock. Yet, she knew exactly what it looked like before she actually saw it. Sure she had seen pictures of a man's penis in books and the girls at school were always showing her pictures of guys with hard-ons, but this was different! She had seen that cock, or one just like it, before. Her mind dismissed the distracting thoughts, when she saw her mother kneel down in front of her husband. Her mother started stroking the long, erect prick with her hand. Christy wasn't even aware that one of her hands had slipped under her blouse. She had slipped her fingers under the stiff wire of her bra and was feeling the satiny softness of her own breast. She played with her nipple as she watched her mother's tongue glide up and down Eric's hard prick. The young girl couldn't help wondering what it might taste like. It must be delicious because she obviously couldn't get enough of it. She was holding it with one hand as she put her mouth over the cock and then she started sucking it. Her head slid up and down the long pole. The sight of the man's cock going in and out of her mother's mouth was really very exciting for the girl. She slid her free hand down her waistband to her fuzzy little cunt. She was surprised how swollen the lips felt. She was so wet! Her hole was burning. She had always before just played with the mound and the lips of her cunt. This time she wanted something right inside her hole. She pushed past the lips with her finger. The opening was bigger when she got past the cuntal lips. She never realized how wet she could get in there.
Her mother's head was really going fast now. Eric's face was a picture of wanton lust as he watched her mother's head eating him. Suddenly he looked up straight at the mirror. Did he see her? For a moment, her heart was in her throat. His eyes were back on her mother now. He told her something but Christy couldn't hear what they were saying. Her mother pulled his prick out of her mouth and started stroking it fast with her hand. All of a sudden, Eric got this crazy look on his face as all his muscles seemed to tighten. White stuff flew out of his throbbing prick. It came in gushes. It struck her mother on the face, on her titties, all over her stomach. When Eric stopped squirting her mother wiped the white stuff off her face and ate it! She made a big thing of slowly wiping the thick white come juice with her finger and then holding her finger in front of her face and licking the white goo as if it were some kind of fancy whipped cream. Christy thought it had to be fantastic!
When her mother and step-father started laughing, Christy decided it was time for her to slip away. She pulled her hand out of her hole and stopped playing with her titty. She descended the stairs. She walked out of the house, put her shoes back on and walked around the block a couple of times. When she thought it was about time, she returned to the house. Christy remembered so well how her stomach felt as she made a big thing of opening the door. She went into the kitchen and made a lot of noise as she fixed herself something to eat. Her mother came down and joined her after a while. Something about the way Eric looked when he came into the kitchen made her wonder if he knew.
That night in her room, she tossed restlessly, recalling the vivid sex scenes she had just witnessed. She wanted to go to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she could see that big shaft going in and out of her mother's hungry mouth. Christy's cunt ached so.
She tried to soothe it with her hand, but she wanted more in there. A candle sat on her dresser top. Christy thought how much like Eric's cock it looked.
She took the candle in her hand. She touched it with her tongue. Then she stuck it in her mouth just as she had seen her mother do. It just wasn't interesting. When she put it between her legs, though, the candle became very exciting! It thrilled her as she rubbed the stiff object around the opening of her orifice. She glided the candle a little deeper into the hole. It felt just wonderful. She shoved it in deeper. Now she could understand the joy of fucking! Her idle hand sought the tit she had grown to enjoy touching so much. All her friends told her that if you played with your boobies a lot, they would get to be really big. She played with her stiffening nipple as she began to rub the candle in and almost out of her young pussy. The friction was so thrilling. It was so exciting. It just felt so ... so ... so damn fucking good! She wished it was Eric's prick. She wished she had Erie here now. She wanted to kiss his peter. She wanted to taste his come. Her hips were bucking now. Her legs were quivering as she felt the first flow of her orgasm.
"Eric, I want your cock. Ohhh, Eric, Ohhh, Daddy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Ohh please ... ohhh, OOHHH oooh. ... OOOHHH. IIII'MMMMM CCOOOMING."
Christy never slept better than she did that night. In that instant when she mentally fucked her step-father's cock, she became a woman.
Nothing was ever the same in the house again after that night. Eric had a funny smile on his face every time she was alone with him. Her mother became very cold to her. All Christy could think about was whether or not Eric had seen her that night. If he did, had he said something to her mother?
Christy tore herself away from her memories. Things had to be done. The past was gone. There's no way to go back and undo what has already happened. She went to the kitchen and started putting away the groceries. The post card tormented her. How could she expect Stephanie to be any more understanding than her own mother? If she told her about her child-fixation, she'd be out on the streets. She'd probably wind up hustling anyway. With Pasha, at least she'd have. ... Who was she kidding? It would be the same thing no matter what. Every big cock in his clientele would want to stick his cock in the cunt it could hurt the most! Why couldn't she be like Stephanie?
The girl's mind plunged into the past again. It was raining. She had been coming home from school and a sudden shower caught her. She had been dressed for a summer day. A white tee shirt with some funny picture on the front and a brief pair of blue shorts, and darker blue gym shoes finished her outfit. She had been playing tennis and having a lot of trouble. Her breasts had outgrown her bra and her tits kept jumping out of its tiny cups. Quite a few of the young boys had come over to watch the game. She knew why they were watching and it embarrassed her, but it also was kind of exciting attracting all that attention. The girl she was playing got mad at her for some reason and that ended the game. A couple of guys teased her, but no one really tried anything. She was almost home when it started raining. By the time she got in the house, she was drenched.
She remembered entering the house and flipping the light on to see better, and then seeing her reflection in the hallway mirror. She looked naked. Her clothes clung to her they were so wet. Her nipples were above her bra line and clearly out-lined. They were cold so the points stuck straight out. Even the round circle that encompassed the nipple was clearly defined. She knew her shorts had grown tight around the hips even though they had stayed loose around the waist, but she had never realized how clearly you could see the outline of her woman's triangle. When they were wet like this you could see the split!
She rushed upstairs to the bathroom to dry off. She opened the door and rushed in. She was shocked when she saw Eric's back. She thought he would still be at work. He was standing over the John peeing. Eric turned around to see what was happening.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Eric," she apologized. Eric turned around, still holding his prick in his hand.
"Christy!" he said, surprised, "you're soaking wet!" He turned around with his cock perfectly exposed to her. She couldn't help seeing the large organ. He hurriedly tucked the flaccid organ back into his pants. She realized later he hadn't bothered to zip his fly up. He grabbed a heavy bath towel and started to dry the girl.
"Your clothes are drenched, baby. Let me help you slip out of these wet things," he said to her as he pulled her sweater over her head. It seemed so natural to do as he asked. She had always listened to him in the past, and besides, she was still mesmerized by the thought of his prick. She didn't even realize her shorts had been removed. She just felt the towel rubbing her brusquely. She never knew at quite what moment it happened, but through the brisk rubbing of her back, she became aware that one of Eric's hands was holding her breast. She didn't know if it was by accident, or if he knew what he was doing. She knew she should say something, but if it wasn't intended she would embarrass him. The hand slid down her smooth stomach, as Eric rubbed the back of her legs. When his hand touched her mound, she realized it wasn't by accident. Eric was on his knees at her side. He stopped rubbing the towel. He looked up at her eyes. He was breathing heavily. Christy didn't know what to do. The man turned her so that she was standing directly in front of him. He just looked at her body. It was the first time a man had ever looked at her like that.
He reached up and touched her panties. His fingers felt like they were red hot. When he started to pull them down, she grabbed his hands.
"No, you mustn't," she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. He looked up into her eyes for a second. She had never seen such longing in a man's eyes before. He pulled her close to him, digging his face into her belly. His chin rubbed against her cunt. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to do. His chin was rubbing her clitty. It was wrong, she kept telling herself, but it felt so good. Finally, she pulled herself away. As she did so, her panties slid down her legs because Eric had the elastic band at the top in his hands. The sight of her nude cunt with its blond fuzzy hair gave the man new encouragment as once more he buried his head in her crotch.
A new sensation coursed through the young girl's body as the man's wet tongue touched her flesh. She stood there frozen as his tongue sought out the mysteries of her mound. She could feel it digging into her cuntal lips. Her slit had become so moist she was dripping. The man's eager tongue lapped up all her juices. She wanted to stroke his hair. She wanted to stroke his cock. His big manly cock! She wanted him to reach up and suck her titties. She knew it was wrong. All wrong. She had to get away!
Then Eric was standing up. He rose to his full height. She felt his cock before she saw it. He had taken it out of his pants when he was pressed hard against her belly. It was so hard! It was throbbing so! She felt her bra unfasten and fall to the ground. She moved her legs and her panties fell around her ankles. She was nude now. Eric bent his head down and kissed her mouth. His tongue darted into her own mouth as his hand sought out her young, tender breast. It was too much! His cock; his tongue; his hand on her tit, all at the same time! Her dream come true!
The man picked up the submissive girl in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid the willing girl on her bed. He slipped her shoes and panties off.
Then he stripped off his own clothes. He stood next to the he'd. His proud cock sticking out straight in front of him.
"I know you've wanted to since you saw your mother sucking it."
"You did see me, then. Did you tell Mama?"
"Are you kidding, and spoil it for us? I've been waiting for you to grow up for a long time. Don't you want to touch it?" the man pressed as he stuck his cock out further for her to touch. The girl's hand reached out hesitantly. She touched the reddish skin. She didn't know whether she really wanted to touch it or not. Eric reached out and stroked her breast.
"God, I've waited a long time for these to pop out on you. They are so beautiful, it was worth the wait. Grab it, Christy. Don't be afraid," the man whispered hoarsely as he moved his prick around the inquisitive fingers.
Christy did as he asked her. So this was what a man's prick felt like? She had already experienced the sensation somehow. It wasn't like she imagined it in her fantasies. It was kind of ... well ... it was kind ... of repulsive, she thought. She wondered how her mother could stick it in her mouth.
"Do you want to suck it, honey, just like your Mommy?" he pleaded.
"Not ... yet," she stalled. "Kiss my titties, Eric."
The man jumped in bed next to the girl. His head dove into the soft mounds. His hungry mouth sought out the treasure he had been yearning for, for so many months now. The swelling nipple drove him wild. He didn't even notice the girl was not holding his prick any more. He just wanted to play with these boobs. He sucked one then the other. He ran his tongue all around the white orbs. The soft flesh was like food to a man that had been starving for many months. His tongue rolled around the pretty pink circles that surrounded the pointed nipple. Then he licked the nipple, trying to make it stand higher, harder than it already was.
His hand reached down for the gift between her legs. How he had wanted to get into this. The girl's legs stayed rigid as his finger dug its way through the swollen lips right to the precious hole itself. He wanted to be in her. He rubbed her clitoris. He rubbed the "slippery lips. She was ready, he knew. How he had longed to plunge his cock into this cunt! Now he was going to do it. The young girl's legs were beginning to spread. He kissed her throat. He stuck his tongue into her mouth. His finger slipped deeper and deeper into the opening orifice.
"My titties! My titties," she moaned.
He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed and pulled on it while he drew the other eagerly into his wanton mouth. He could stand it no more. He pulled his weight on top of her. His cock was shooting out seminal fluid like an erupting volcano. He aimed it at the girl's writhing cunt. His aching cock head touched the lips they had longed for. The man pushed into the hole.
"NO!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. "I DON'T WANT TO. MOMMYI MOMMY! HELP ME!"
Christy tried beating the man on the head with her clenched fists. Her efforts were futile. The man's terrible prick kept tearing into her hole. Eric kept trying to soothe the frightened girl, convinced that once his cock had penetrated her all the way, she would enjoy being fucked.
"It's okay, baby, when it's in just a little farther, you'll love it. Remember how your mother looked when I had it in her little cuntie," the man asked, as he continued to penetrate the tiny orifice.
Eric had no way of knowing Christy didn't even know it was her step-father that was trying to push his prick into her. All she saw was her drunken uncle trying to hurt her. Her flaying arms touched something! Desperately, she grabbed the article, a longstemmed table lamp. She lifted the lamp over her head and with both hands wrapped around the stem, she brought the heavy object crashing down on Eric's head. At last the painful tearing between her legs was stopped! She tried to push the still body off hers, but the man was too big. His limp weight on her was suffocating her.
The sound of a door opening and closing gave her new hope. Mommy! Mommy was home. In a few minutes she would be up the stairs. Thank God, she was home!
"Mama! Mama!" the frightened girl yelled. She managed to push her step-father's face away enough so that she could see her mother as she walked through the door. That look on her mother's face haunted the girl the rest of her life. The shock! The contempt! The hurt! The anger!
Her mother didn't say anything. She pulled her husband's still body off of her daughter. She examined his wounds, not paying any attention to her child. Christy got painfully out of the bed and put on her bath robe. When her mother was certain Eric was all right, she finally turned to Christy.
"We will never speak of this again," she said tersely to her daughter. "You will go to your aunt's until I can make other arrangements."
That final sentence of her mother's tormented her to this day. She never asked her side of the story. She didn't even talk to her again, as the girl dressed and left the house.
Christy never saw or talked to her mother again after that fateful day.