Chapter 5
MaryAnn was exhausted by the time she reached the cabin. Still, she continued at a run in through the front door, up the stairs, and into her room. She then slammed the door behind her and locked it.
During her flight through the woods, branches having slapped out at her, roots having reached up out of nowhere in order to trip her, MaryAnn had felt the horror of what she had seen somehow intensifying inside of her.
She had known that Karla was no virgin. She had known that Tony had been invited up to do more for Karla than just chop a bit of firewood, or fish for supper in the streams or in the nearby lake. But, there was a difference between fucking-normal fucking-and what MaryAnn had just witnessed.
MaryAnn went to her bed, fell down on it, buried her face in her arms. She tried to tell herself that maybe she had just imagined it all. Maybe Tony hadn't been doing what he had seemed to be doing.
But, he had been doing it, hadn't he? If MaryAnn disbelieved her own eyes, then what about her ears? "Eat me! Eat me!" her sister had been squealing.
Oh ... it was obscene! It was filthy! It was perverted! MaryAnn put it on the same level as she did cock-sucking or ass-screwing. It was something done by degenerates to degenerates. Sex-normal sex-was simply the placing of a cock into a vagina. MaryAnn, after all, wasn't ignorant of the facts of life. And, MaryAnn thoroughly approved of sex-when the practitioners were married. She had, also, thought herself broadminded enough to accept the fact that certain unmarried people-like Karla and Tony-might indulge in a little sexual intercourse without being damned because of it. NOT THAT MARYANN COULD EVER CONDONE PREMARITAL SEX FOR HERSELF! But, this horrible act she had witnessed, this wretched display of loathsomeness that went beyond all common definitions of normality ... THAT WAS SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN!
How could her sister have let-have encouraged!-Tony to do such an abhorrent thing? How could Tony have allowed himself to put his lips-DOWN THERE?
MaryAnn shuddered. Oh, it was all too much! It was simply too much!
Surely, her parents couldn't have dreamed of what Karla had become. Both her parents would have died at the horror of knowing Karla had allowed Tony to do such a thing to her.
MaryAnn rolled to her back. She covered her face with both hands, feeling her tears. Yes, she had been crying. Of course, she had been crying. To have witnessed such a display of wanton sexuality was bound to cause some such emotional reaction on the part of any decent human being, wasn't it?
How they had looked! Naked! Tony kneeling and eating! Karla standing and bleating out filth like a possessed woman! Oh, but it was sickening beyond belief.
And, what else did Karla and Tony do? What were they doing now? What horrors might MaryAnn have witnessed if she had just stuck around a little longer? Who knew, maybe Tony now had his cock (and, God, what a monstrous cock it was, too!), rammed to his cum-bulged balls up Karla's ass.
Oh, she mustn't think about it! She mustn't! She mustn't! She must simply put it all out of her mind! BUT, HOW COULD SHE PUT IT OUT OF HER MIND?
What disturbed her, among other things, was the fact that Karla and Tony had seemed to be enjoying it. How could that be possible? What possible enjoyment could there be for a man to bury his face and his tongue-DOWN THERE? What possible pleasure for a woman to have a wagging tongue where only a man's cock was meant to be?
But what disturbed her most now-even as it had disturbed her most while she was witnessing the abomination-was the fact that she, MaryAnn Crandale, had gotten pleasure from just her watching. Her cunt had gotten all juicy. Her pussy had leaked so much that her underpants were now soiled with the deluge.
What wickedness inside of her, what perversion she hadn't even known about, had allowed MaryAnn her sexual excitement upon witnessing what she had seen?
Oh, the horror! The horror! The horror!
MaryAnn got up off the bed. She walked over to the mirror above the dressing table. She took a good look at the face that was reflected back to her. She was vaguely disappointed that she wasn't seeing a Medusa's head. Surely, there should have been something there to tell forever that she had witnessed an abomination beyond words. So, why hadn't her hair all turned white? Why weren't her eyes gone milky with cataracts? Why weren't there new wrinkles, burned like welts across her forehead and cheeks?
Her green eyes were red and puffy? So what? That wasn't what MaryAnn was looking for. Her eyes always got red and puffy when she cried. The redness and the puffiness always went away, leaving no trace.
Actually, what MaryAnn saw reflected back was the face of an eighteen-year-old girl who had been recently crying. She could have been crying about anything: a sick pet, a lost locket, a broken romance.
DAMN IT, THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING THERE IN THE MIRROR THAT TOLD HOW DIFFERENT THIS WEEPING HAD BEEN!
Blonde hair, full and lush. Green eyes with corn-colored brows and thick lashes. Pert nose. Full lips. Long neck. Nice breasts. Slim waist. Firm ass.
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing changed. It was almost as if there was no visible record of the horror MaryAnn had seen.
MaryAnn went back to the bed and laid down on it. She shut her eyes, realizing that whether or not there was any physical indications of what had occurred, she carried the scars of it in her mind.
His cock: that was what had, at first, captured MaryAnn's attention. Jesus, but it had been a big one. Big when flaccid. Big after he had played with it and made it go solid. And, MaryAnn had been frankly curious as to how something that big could possibly get inserted up Karla's small cunt.
There was nothing wrong with that! Was there?
Of course, after she had somehow rationalized her sticking around to watch her sister get screwed by Tony's huge cock (was there something possibly sick about the ease with which she had rationalized her staying?), she had been too surprised by what had happened to immediately turn away. Because, she couldn't really believe what Tony was doing, could she? Even as she had watched, she had kept telling herself over and over, "This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening!"
But, it had happened. Tony had tongue-fucked Karla's cunt. MaryAnn had watched. Karla had orgasmed on Tony's tongue. MaryAnn's pussy had gushed out a flooding of juices to sop her underwear with moisture.
MaryAnn opened her eyes and got off the bed. She hurried to the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. By the time she had reached the bathroom, her blouse was off. Her pants were unbuttoned. She sat down on the toilet lid and took off her shoes and her socks. She stood and dropped her pants.
MaryAnn turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. Her body was as flawless as her face had been.
MaryAnn peeled off her brassiere, baring her beautiful breasts. Her breasts were white, full-blown, coral-tipped, unmarred.
And her underpants? There they were. The only piece of clothing any longer on her body. And, there was the evidence of the extent of her degradation. Her crotch was soaked to the point of transparency. Her total blonde pubic vee was visible, her crotch hair wet and flattened against her skin.
"Ohhhhhhhh," MaryAnn groaned audibly. She felt filthy, soiled, dirty. She hurriedly pulled off her underpants, opened the shower door and tossed her panties in. She turned on the water, letting it run so hot that she could hardly stand it.
MaryAnn stepped into the spray, letting the heated water totally engulf her, letting it fill her hair, drain down over her face, over her neck, over her breasts, over her back and her ass and her cunt and her legs.
MaryAnn reached for the soap, hoping that it would help her to scour away the uncleanliness she felt. She covered her body with suds, rinsed them away, lathered up again. Whenever the water started going cool, she would turn on more hot. She worked her panties with her feet, kneading the material clean like some peasant woman washing clothes in a mountain stream.
Finally, MaryAnn turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. She reached for a large Turkish towel. She faced the mirror as she dried; but, she saw nothing, since the mirror was misted with condensed steam.
MaryAnn scrubbed her body with the rough towel as she dried, attempting to dislodge any of the dirty feeling the soap and water might have missed. Her skin turned pink-then-red as a result.
But, try as she might, MaryAnn couldn't get the thoughts of Karla and Tony out of her mind. Because, there was no way the soap or the water could clean the slate of MaryAnn's brain. And, that's where the pictures were registered, wasn't it? And, that's where the visuals were etched for time and eternity, wasn't it?
MaryAnn shut her eyes....
And, Karla had stood there by the pool. Naked except for her underpants....
Tony had come to her. Naked....
Tony had reached out his hands, curving his fingers around the ends of Karla's breasts....
Tony had kissed Karla's neck....
Kissed Karla's belly....
Kissed Karla's thighs....
Tony had peeled off Karla's underpants, revealing Karla's creamy white ass and Karla's hair-fringed ussy....
And, Tony had kissed that pussy ... Tony had licked that pussy ... Tony had fucked that pussy with his tongue ... And, Karla had squealed: "Eat me, eat me, eat me!...."
MaryAnn's eyes flew open. The mirror had partially cleared so that she could see herself. Her right hand was positioned down at her crotch, her fingers playing with her pussy.
SHE WAS PLAYING WITH HERSELF! OH, SICK! OH, SICK! OH, SICK!
"Ohhhhhhhh, nooooooo!" MaryAnn bleated, feeling her insides beginning to rupture. And, she tried to pull her hand away, but she couldn't. Like a magnet, MaryAnn's cunt only pulled her fingers in even deeper.
This couldn't be happening! THIS SIMPLY COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! "Aaaaahhhhhh ... aggghhhhhhh ... agghhhhhhhh
... AAGGEEIIIIIIIII!" MaryAnn squealed helplessly, her right hand buried to its juice-slicked knuckles up the young woman's spasming pussy.
And, MaryAnn's mind suddenly locked in on the picture of Tony Quantos naked, and on his knees, his tongue delving deep up-not up Karla's cunt but up-MARYANN'S ORGASMING CUNT.
Wet liquids drooled free of MaryAnn's cuntal slit, leaking in slow-moving rivers down along MaryAnn's shapely young wrist.