Chapter 4
Tansy lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. The very lewdness excited her more and more though still she fought within herself against the surrender of her chastity, and the final, total subjugation to the boy. She groaned weakly in protest as he began to work her panties down from around her quivering white abdomen and hips, her muscles too much like pliant rubber from the drugged marijuana haze to be able to stop him or herself in spite of her will to resist.
Her buttocks wavered slightly up off of the cushion and she shuddered as she felt Jason's hands lift her skirt above her hips bunching it around her wasp-like waist, and then drew her panties down over the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass, leaving them to hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her totally naked thighs, and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole pubic triangle was exposed to him, undulating of its own accord down against the cushion in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might wish to inflict. A last thought of saving her virginity flickered through her conscience as he pushed her down on her back on the couch and she heard the metallic sound of a zippier beside her as her boyfriend, Jason opened his fly and his long thick cock burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought as he kneeled down between her limply spread thighs and with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the ragged pink lips of her vagina slowly apart, exposing her moistly pink slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
"Ooohhhhh, God! Please, Jason! Please don't!" she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tender cunt. His answer was a lewd chuckle from his wet lips and a further sab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she groaned, as small tiny goosebumps rippled across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts. She sobbed helplessly before his attack, for in spite of her revulsion and fear, she felt her body desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"No! NO! Oh, I can't! I can't!" The cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its full impact, bringing further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of the obscene act she was committing with her boyfriend, but of the more frightening thought that her traitorous body was actually enjoying it. She gritted her teeth tightly together, and fought with all her senses against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her, but, it was a losing battle, as Jason Hargrove mewled and licked ceaselessly at her nakedly squirming loins.
Her passionately aroused young body jerked spasmodically, and began to slowly move up against his tongue in helpless abandonement. She quivered as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole vaginal area, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her hopelessly exposed loins. She had never known anything like this feeling before in the whole world. It was different, it was wicked, it consumed the total of her being, and there was nothing else now but the lashing tongue licking up between her thighs below. Wild thoughts of the brack man ran through her mind and of his great slobbering tongue slithering over the naked genitals of the squirming young girl in the movie. She, too, knew what it felt like now, and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she thought her entire body was going to explode into a thousand fragments.
Jason sensed her sudden submissive surrender, and with a triumphant grin, withdrew his thick wet tongue from the trembling sheath of her innocent young cunt. He slowly raised his head, feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against his cheeks, and looked down as she ground her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm upwards in a vain effort for more. She was his now, he gloated, watching excitedly the pained pleasurous contortions of her face as her eyes clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth. Yeah, by God, the time had come to ram his cock deep into that white snooty little belly of hers and shoot his hotly waiting sperm all the way up into her steaming young pussy. Thanks to coach's special marijuana, she was now nothing more than a hot, cock-crazed little bitch wild to be fucked by any guy she could lay her hands on! Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it all right ... she'd get it good!
It took but a second until he crouched over her completely naked, his thick hard cock stained out from beneath his muscular abdomen like the , menacing shaft of a heavy spear.
"Spread your legs, baby," he grinned triumphantly as he hovered above her. "Spread 'em wide. I'm coming in now."
Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, Tansy found that her body responded with a will of its own, and she opened her thighs wider apart. Jason levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the couch, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact with the sensitive ragged edges of her hotly throbbing young pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath him, not even daring to breathe.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaauuugggg!" she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery skin of her hymen until Tansy thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. "Oh, God, no ... you're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
But there was no stopping the youth, and with a contorted expression of sheer raw lust, he smashed his full weight down upon her full firm body. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, and his long thick. cock surged mercilessly up into the helpless cunt of the innocent young girl spread-eagled beneath him. The head and shaft of his penis disappeared into the hair-fringed opening of her pussy like the raging bit of a giant drill, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it, and breaking her hymen as if it were nothing more than a piece of thin, unresisting tissue paper. There was no stopping him until with a loud groan, his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she screamed beneath him. "God, oh God!"
She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her belly into a million tiny shards as he had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now, it lay sunk deep in her cunt, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that he could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft, now wide-stretched flesh of her cunt, enclosed in the moist warm sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into it pitious victims' entrails.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Tansy, Too, lay still, afraid to move for fear of the pain it could bring. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then she felt a throb deep inside, the thickness of Jason's cock jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside her vagina.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper pain, the cords of her neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"Like it?" Jason grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on her face. There was no immediate answer, so he flexed again. "Like it, baby, I said?"
"Ooooohhhhh, yes, yes," she groaned, afraid to offend him, the pain too unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Ooohhhhh, I can't! I can't!" she prayed beneath him. She couldn't give him the pleasure of hearing her beg, too, not with her girl friend and Bart so close by. She just couldn't!
"Do it," he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her shoulders at the same time. "Beg, you little bitch!"
"Ooohhhh, God!" she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, Jason. Do it to me."
"Not like that. Say, fuck me," he demanded.
"Ooohhhh, fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd, obscene word. Her humiliation and ruin were complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over the things she knew were right, and now she wished she was dead.
Jason sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance left in the young teenager's soul, and he began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage relaxing and widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him.
Through her daze of pain, Tansy, out of the side of her eye, could still see the other girl, Wilma's soft wet lips clasping hungrily at the growing white penis fucking into her mouth. The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Bart grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched Wilma's lust-contorted face suck and lick it like a hungry child devouring a sucker. She had freed both hands and had placed them behind Bart's swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them upwards demonically to her. Tansy could see a thin mixture of saliva and the boy's pre-cum dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Wilma was reveling in the cruel humiliation Bart was subjecting her to ... a masochistic light shining in her eyes.
And on the silver screen, Tansy could see the black man's buttocks flexing and hollowing rapidly as he fucked himself hard against the hotly writhing buttocks of the young girl hunched dog-style in front of him, her toes curling and uncurling as she was locked in a lewd death-grip with the black man behind her. His giant penis was spearing into her pink, tightly glistening young pussy like a steel piston, bringing indescripable joy to her feverishly mumbling lips. Above Tansy, her youthful boyfriend gasped and panted, rocking in and out of the soft confines of her once virginal cunt, and the ravishment of her own genitals, coupled with watching Wilma sucking the other boy's cock were sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure through her entire being.
Gradually the pain eased for her, and Tansy's flesh began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against her obscene desires, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent new chills running along her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Jason Hargrove's cock skewering wetly into her.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly fly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorting more with desire than with pain now, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled, soft raven black hair. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart, stretching with difficulty the flimsy silk panties still hanging at her knees. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of the zipper of his pants pressed tight into the soft white skin surrounding her vagina as he strove deep in her. The busy, springy pubic hair around the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her thighs and against her own black fleece. She wrapped her arms around him so that her breasts were squashed tightly to his chest, and began to slowly rotate her buttocks upwards into his loins, and she felt the tunneling penis of the boy imbedded to its full extent in her. The distended spongy cockhead grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix, probing deep, deep where no one had ever been before. Forgotten was the humiliation of lying on her back like a harem slave while a boy fucked her, venting his lust in her delighted pussy. Forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees, a lowered flag of her surrender. All that mattered to the little teenager girl now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this ... Oh, God, she wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure-wracked body!
Her passion-fogged eyes drifted back to the sex film, and she was excited still more as through desire-glazed eyes, she could dimly see the girl in the throes of her climax. She was screwing her buttocks back against the black man like a she-demon gone insane, and the black man's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked deep up into the nakedly waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto the sweat of her back. She suddenly screamed and rammed back against him wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in quick hard spurts deep in her hotly clasping vagina. Tansy watched in heated fascination as the girl's smoothly curved young buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white fluid oozed from her tightly locked cunt squeezing the huge hardened cock. Thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. Her backsides glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the black man slipping from her heavily mauled young cuntal passage. The girl was out cold and the little man stood above her in obvious appreciation. Then in a last act of depravity, he dropped his huge malformed head to her wide-spread crotch and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing for her still visibly quivering cunt. He lapped it hungrily until at last there was no more, and then he lay down contentedly between her open legs nuzzling gently the soft vee of her ravished loins. The end....
In the light of the projector's lamp upon the now blank screen, Tansy was able to see her new girl friend, Wilma sucking at Bart's expanding cock like a wild woman, her attention drawn to them by the panting groans of the boy as he, too, neared his explosive climax. To Tansy's lust-glazed eyes, the thick pummeling instrument seemed to fuse into a strange, lengthening extension of Wilma's face as he drove with hollowing buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far up into Wilma's mouth until his course pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced in unison with his thrusts upward hard against her chin.
Dimly Tansy thought, he's going to strangle her! God, he's going to cum in Wilma's mouth until his hot sticky cum floods into her throat like a river's! He'll kill her! He'll drown her and kill her!
And as she watched horrified, Bart's cock began to jerk, spewing hot, sticky seed directly up into her ovaling mouth. The thin spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim. Wilma swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose one drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly in her effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis spewing its lewd sperm into her face. Tansy groaned at the obscene picture of Wilma's self-inflicted himiliation as Bart's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of liquid and slowly slid from between her still possessively nibbling lips. Thin strings of the hot sticky cum ran from the tip of his penis to her glisten wep lips like obscene spider webs of sexual connection.
The wild ache of her newly discovered arousal filled Tansy with unsatisfied desire. She mumbled incoherntly beneath Jason's pounding hips, undulating her buttocks salaciously up against his eager thrusts, wanting to experience what she had just sitnessed the others having experienced. She wanted to cum. She wanted Jason to shoot his own great wad of cum deep up into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness building in the open crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. She ground up against it happily as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could only mean that he was soon going to fulfill her most ardent wish.
"Oooohhhh, yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Jason! Fuck me hard! Give it to meeee!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching her own orgasm, and her young body had become something like an animal, no longer innocent or human as she twisted and contorted, straining against her panties as she attempted to spread her slender legs wider apart and wrap them around him.
Then, before she could complete her task, Tansy saw the flash of light at the lamps of the basement playroom flicked on, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut to block them out. Through the haze of marijuana and passion she was vaguely aware of Wilma and her boyfriend, hovering near her, and that someone else had entered the room, but nothing mattered except the body that was driving its cock into her from above.
"Hot damn," she heard Bart breathe harshly, "Look at little Miss Pure-heart fuck!"
"I told you my special pot would get her," a voice much like her neighbors, Steve Shelley, laughed triumphantly.
"Get her clothes off," Wilma directed. "How the hell can he take pictures of her climbing with that tight pussy of hers with all her things on like that? Get her naked! Here, I'll help!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd, but it didn't matter. Her head flailed from side to side, her mouth open in abandon, her body white-hot. Her limbs followed the dictates of alien hands as they coursed over her, removing her clothing. The remains of her panties were pulled hurredly from her calves, her thin blouse was allowed to be drawn over her head, and she lifted her buttocks so that the buttons of her skirt could be undone and the strip of cloth slid from around her. Magic fingers snatched her bra away, and she could feel that she was now totally naked, her quivering white nudity completely at their mercy.
As if through a distant fog she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing as Bart and Wilma stripped the pants and shirt from Jason. She trembled nakedly, half in confusion, half in impatience, and then the onlookers were forgotten as Jason crawled back between her open thighs and resumed his rhythmic fucking into her open cunt. She swung her now freed thighs up and clasped his hips with the backs of her calves, winding her smoothly tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked tightly together high on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry vagina up the full length of his slippery plunging shaft.
"Jesus Christ, Jason," Bart gasped hotly as a bright white flash of lightning-light filled the room. "Don't split her whole ass open! Save some for the big daddy here!"
Tansy's body drove on unheeded. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her wetly seeping vagina with the fiery tips of their three pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for her own end ... an infinitesmal second away.
But then ... Jason clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into her hot slippery passage. Her first male cum! Oh, God ... oh God, how deliciously wonderful it felt! She could feel it jet up into her hungrily accepting young belly in great gushing waves ... only to sense it then deflate more with each white hot spurt.
"Noooooo! Noooooo, Jason! More! More! Wait for meee!" She was still just seconds away, but it was useless. She squeezed her buttocks together up against a softening penis which had lost its mastery over her now seething emotions. She pounded her heels desperately against Jason's spent body, beside herself, her end so near and yet so far away. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her still gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
Another bright white flash struck as suddenly her ankles were grasped by other, heavy hands. She gasped at the force in the powerful fingers, and she looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes.
It was Bart! His flushed face leered down at her nakedly exposed cunt from between her wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes, so potent that it momentarily froze Tansy's quivering body into the stillness of a cornered mouse before a stalking cat. He levered her unresisting legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the cushion on either side of her shoulders. Her tormented body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a helplessly bound young virgin in a sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles back to the couch, his thick cock, rejuvenated from Wilma's suckling mouth, aimed straight at her helpless uptilted slit.
"Ram it to her, Bart!" the older man encouraged excitedly. "Jam it all the way up to her snooty little tits! I want a good shot of this!"
Tansy shuddered, torn between the hotly burning desire scorching her still throbbing vagina, and the quick twinge of shame that flickered through her drug and passion confused thoughts. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes she could see faint forms all around her, but they weren't important ... the fire licking through her loins was stoked to greater intensity by the sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which she was being held. The flames of her unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her hotly pulsating young cunt, and nothing else in the whole wide world mattered at all.
"Go on! Fuck her, Bart, fuck her!" Wilma urged in an excited scream, and she wiggled her own naked buttocks at her lover in a lewd, unmistakable invitation.
"Oh, God, yesssss. Please fuck me," Tansy hissed between tightly clenched teeth, and Bart needed no further encouragement. His heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, his thick, lust-incited young cock plunging into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruelly plowing head.
Tansy cried out at the quick and brutal impalement, but it was only momentary. The greedy moist walls clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up setly to devour its full length to the hilt. His balls smacked with a soft wet slapping sound into the upturned crevice of her buttocks, and she groaned in relief at the filling of her newly opened passage as he began a heavy deep thrusting into her already hotly grinding young cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her whole body quivering in abandoned ecstasy. She had been so close before to an orgasm that it didn't take long this time with Bart's thick, expanding penis fucking up into her like a jackhammer gone wild. The cords of her neck suddenly tightened and she felt her muscles tightening into rigidity with the unmistakable signs.
"I ... oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
Her hands clasped desperately behind his wildly driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widestretched vagina. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving prick, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they bounced rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.
"Give it to her, Bart!" the Steve Shelley voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "I want a picture of the both of you cumming!"
Bright flashes filled the room as Tansy, writhing beneath the spurred-on Bart Linwood, continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unrestricted rivulets down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly twisting loins.
Above her, Bart groaned and she could feel the second hot load of heated male sperm being shot up deep into her dilated young womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool the first boy had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful bursts surged wildly into her, filling her again to the overflowing with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking cock like a sucking, starving mouth. Tansy's firm nubile young body was drained of everything when at last Bart's grip on her legs was released and she could collapse her limbs on the couch. She lay spread-eagled, unable to even close her legs, as she felt his heavy weight lift from her, and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form.
The deep, masculine voice of the triumphantly smiling high-school coach spoke in the distance as she faded into peaceful unconsciousness. "Take another turn with her, Jason. She's not dead yet, and I need a few more shots before I leave to visit her mother. Use your imagination and see what you can do."
"How about both of us fucking her at the same time?" Bart gasped as he sprawled, satiated beside her.
"Anything you want. And when you come over later, maybe we can make it all five of us at the same time!"
Gillian Nash sat dejectedly in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room. It was nearly dark outside, and Tansy still hadn't returned. The lovely widow had been waiting all that day for the phone to ring or the door to open, and the longer she waited, the more worried she became about her daughter.
She reached over and reluctantly grasped a half-empty bottle of Scotch, tipping it so that the burnt-amber-colored liquor poured into a small glass beside it on the table. She had promised herself after she'd finished the last glass that there would be no more drinking ... but she was so distraught from the waiting that she couldn't resist having something to soothe her frayed nerves. The shadows lengthened across the living room from the windows, but she didn't feel like getting up and turning on the lights. Somehow, she didn't want to face the brightness they would bring, not before her daughter was back with her again.
Damn, she moaned under her breath as she took a long drink from the straight Scotch. Damn ... damn, where was Tansy? Why hadn't she been able to handle things better so that her child couldn't have run off the way she had?
The soothing warm liquor hit bottom. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and the impact was immediate. The warmth spread through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her flesh. She raised the glass again and finished it. Then she leaned back against the cushion and lit a cigarette, and watched the curling smoke drift up toward the ceiling. It was funny to watch, for it almost seemed to have a purpose, as though it knew where it was going, only to waver and diffuse into funny little wisps in all directions and finally disappear into nothingness. Perhaps the smoke was like her life, having purpose and direction when she had had Fred, now only confused and directionless. Would she, too, simply end up disappearing into nothingness?
She wondered what she would do when Tansy finally did return home. What could she say that was different from this horrible morning? There must be a middle-ground somewhere, some place inbetween where she could meet her daughter, where real happiness could be found....
The phone rang shrilly from the hall, interrupting her reverie. Gillian jerked from its sudden insistance, then hurried to it, almost as if she was afraid that if she didn't catch it before it rang again, whoever was calling would give up and go away. She grabbed the receiver, holding it breathlessly to her. "H ... hello? Tansy?
"No, Mrs. Nash. This is Steve Shelley."
Gillian knew Steve Shelley, of course. She had tried to keep their acquantance as brief as possible in the past, even after Fred, who had been the jealous type, was killed. The man bothered her in some inexplicable way, in an ethereal, uneasy fashion she couldn't put her finger on, but which had unsettled her from the moment he had moved in beside her. Steve Shelley had always been the gentleman around her and Tansy and Tansy had never reported anything but good about him from her school ... But still there was that pervading air of something corrupting about him, something deliciously wrong as though to be around him would be skirting danger.....
"Yes, Mr. Shelley?"
"Do call me Steve. After all, we're neighbors."
"Mr. Shel ... I mean, Steve," she replied , not liking the new intimacy but not wishing to take the time to argue over it. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little rushed, but I'm waiting for an important call from my daughter. What is it you want?"
"Well, it's about Tansy, I'm afraid," he said solemnly.
"About. .!" A clammy iciness crawled up Gillian's backbone, as if his tone and the use of I'm afraid preluded some tragedy. Her throat was suddenly dry, and the Scotch pounded in her temples parasitically, but she managed to stammer, "Is ... is she hurt? Has she had an accident? What's happened?"
"Oh, Tansy is fine, Gillian," the coach said, and he chuckled in an odd voice. "Don't worry about that, she's just in great shape. But there is a matter of where she is and what she's doing that we must discuss. Won't you come over to my house so we can talk?"
"Please, Mr Shelley...."
"Steve."
"Steve. Please, tell me now."
"No, it concerns something I must show you as well. I'll expect you shortly." And without another word of explanation, he hung up.
Trembling with anxiety, Gillian stood with the receiver in her hand. Then, the momentary stun of shock passing, she quickly placed it back on the phone cradle and rushed back to the living room. She took a last shot of Scotch, needing the strength it gave her to face whatever bad news he had hinted at, then paused in front of the hall mirror with a woman's automatic behavior to smooth her short beige dress and pat her hair. Clutching her purse, she hurried across the short space of the two side yards, up the cement steps to the narrow front porch of the Shelley residence. Facing the closed front door, she experienced a momentary sense of panic, as though her intuition was telling her that should she step through its portal, her life would be altered forever. But her desire to find out about Tansy overcame her reluctance, and taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and rang the bell.
Steve Shelley answered the door almost immediately. He seemed to be dressed in nothing but a royal blue silk lounging robe, a dragon was embroidered in red on the back. "Come in, my dear," he said in a soft, syrupy voice.
"Th ... thank you." She swallowed heavily and followed him into his living room, which was tastefully decorated in Danish modern.
"Sit down, Gillian. You don't mind my calling you Gillian, do you?"
She did, but said quickly, "No, no I don't."
"And don't forget to call me Steve," he said, not taking his eyes from her body. He appraised the lusciously figured young mother of Tansy Nash and was renewed with a burgeoning desire for the raven haired beauty with her provocatively moral ways. "Would you care for a drink?"
"No ... Steve, thank you just the same. I want to know about Tansy. Please, please tell me what this is all about."
"Of course, my dear Gillian." He sat down beside her on a long, low couch, and then leaned over to pick up a flat celophane envelope from the coffee table in front of them. "You see," he said, holding them from her eyes, "your daughter has been dating a certain Jason Hargrove."
"I know," she blurted, "and I don't approve of him."
"As well you might not. He is quite the young lover, and to be perfectly frank, he has convinced her to be intimate with him."
"Inti...!" Gillian jerked her hands to her face, shielding the words which were about to blurt from her shocked mouth. "You don't mean ...?"
"See for yourself," Steve said almost casually, and handed the beautiful stricken woman the envelope.
Trembling with fear and trepidation, Gillian slid three color pictures out, and after one chilling glimpse at the top photo, she stared up in horror at the obscenely glittering eyes of Steve Shelley.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, sucking in her breath, the blood draining from her face and leaving her features a deathly pale. "Isn't that first one a jewel?" the teacher said with a pleasant smile. "Shows every tiny detail so plainly, just as if it was posed. It wasn't of course, but then candid snaps are so much better, don't you think?"
The first shot was of Tansy naked and sprawling on a long, wide couch with the similarly nude body of her boyfriend, Jason, bending over her. He was licking her open vagina, and to her mother's horror, Tansy had her legs splayed in full provocative view of the camera lens, showing all of her own desire-moistened vaginal slit. Is this what she's been doing with that boy? Gillian asked herself miserably. She stared then at the giant cock that was stretching from Jason's hovering loins as he leaned forward. Look at how huge his penis is! He'd kill Tansy with that giant thing! My God! What am I allowing myself to think?