Chapter 1
Standing naked in front of the dresser mirror, her cunt tingling with anticipation, the young girl smiled at her reflection. She struck several seductive poses as she had seen the girls do in the men's magazines, giggled to herself, then tied her long auburn hair back.
"Not too bad," she muttered softly, opening a tube of pink lipstick. "Not too bad at all."
She cupped a large creamy tit in her hand and pointed the nipple upward, then applied the lipstick to the tip, making it look wet and shiny. She did the same to the other nipple and admired her handiwork in the mirror. The conical mounds stood out from her chest proudly, with no hint of a sag. They were bigger and firmer than practically any she had seen.
Tomorrow was the big day. It was her fourteenth birthday, and her best friend, Dotty, was throwing a pool party for her. A lot of boys were going to be there, rich boys, and she wanted to be sure she was the center of attraction.
After capping the lipstick, she picked up a pair of scissors, and bowed her head. She moved her legs apart slightly, pulled a tuft of hair from the dark bush that surrounded her pelvis, then began snipping. Her new bikini was very skimpy and she didn't want straggles of pussy hair sticking out around the edges, even though she heard it was sexy.
There was a faint sound in the hallway and she quickly twisted her head toward the closed door of her bedroom. When she saw it was still closed tightly, she sighed with relief and again tackled the job of trimming her cuntal hair. Her uncle had gone to bed tipsy and her aunt was at a fund-raising meeting, so she was sure it had been her imagination.
Peering intently through the valley between her breasts, she concentrated on the dark bush that flowed from her belly, surrounded her pink cuntal crevice, and disappeared between her shapely thighs. Just four more years, she thought as she clipped the soft hair. Four more years and I'll be out of this damn place and on my own. I'll marry some rich sonofabitch and I'll never have to worry again.
The easy part was done. She bent over, pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser and placed a foot on it. Very cautiously, she pulled out the hairs in her crotch and lopped them off, dropping the cuttings on the rug. She was proud of her furry cunt hair, but had wished many times it weren't so long.
When she had finished snipping as many curls as she dared, she tossed the scissors on the dresser top, then raised up to admire the total effect. A smile curved her lips as she gazed at the reflection of her smoothly rounded figure. Below the firmly thrusting tits her flat belly flowed into heart-shaped hips, with the pink pouting lips of her cunt right in the middle.
Just a few more years and I'll be in those magazines, she thought.
She winked back at herself, then turned to get her robe from the bed before picking up the hair on the rug. She froze immediately. The door to the hall was open and her uncle was standing there in his pajamas, staring at her nakedness. His eyes were glazed and he had a leering grin on his face.
"Uncle Matt!" she gasped, covering her nipples and crotch with her hands and arm. "I thought you were in bed!"
"I couldn't sleep," he replied hoarsely. "I kept thinking about you."
As he entered the room and came toward her, the girl saw that his pajamas were pushed out in front of him like a tent. The protrusion bobbled as he walked toward her, eyeing her body lustfully. She spun around, dropped her arms, and lurched for the robe lying on the bed. Before she could reach it her uncle grabbed her, turned her toward him, and pressed himself against her, punching his hard cock into her tummy.
"UNCLE MATT!" she wailed, pushing against his chest. "DON'T! PLEASE! LET ME PUT MY ROBE ON!"
"Don't be like that, Cindy," he said gruffly, tightening his grip around her. "I know you've been teasing me. I know what you want." He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned her head away.
"Uncle Matt!" she pleaded. "Please! Oh, God, don't! Let me put something on! Aunt Emma might come back!"
"Oh, baby!" he groaned, sliding a hand down her naked back to her round ass. He gripped a firm cheek and pulled her toward him, hunching his stiff cock into her taut belly. "You want it, kid! I know you do! Don't fight it!"
She squirmed and struggled against him, her arms protecting her tits as she tried to push him away. Then suddenly she felt the naked heat of his cock on her skin as it slipped out of his fly. "MATT! I BEG YOU! DON'T! PLEASE!"
She felt his steamy breath against her neck as he began pushing her toward the bed. She planted her feet on the floor and tried to stop him, but he was too strong. Then he was dropping to the floor and pulling her with him. They landed on their sides, and before she could squirm out of the way, he had her on her back and was on top of her.
"Please don't do this, Matt!" she sobbed. "Please! Let me up! Don't! Aunt Emma! Don't, Matt! Please!"
Cindy had managed to keep her legs together but she could feel his hard, hot prick pressing into the crevice between her thighs. The rigid tip was throbbing against the closed crevice of her cunt. "MATT! OH, GOD, DON'T!"
"I got to!" he grunted. "I just got to!" With her pinned beneath him, he grabbed her wrists with both hands and forced them above her head. "Don't fight, baby! You want it as much as I do!"
His chest crushed her tits, then she felt his stubbled cheek scratching against hers. "OH, GOD!" she cried. "GOD! PLEASE!"
"It won't hurt, baby!" he rasped. "You had it before! I know you have! Body like that, you probably let a lot of punks in you! C'mon, baby! For old Uncle Matt!"
He rolled from side to side on top of her as he forced his knees between her legs. His weight and strength were too much for her, and she couldn't stop him from prying her thighs apart. Then the fiery head of his shaft was stabbing at her pussy, probing for the tight opening in her valley.
"MATT, THERE WAS NOBODY!" she cried out. "HONEST! DON'T PLEASE DON'T! I'LL TELL! I SWEAT I WILL! PLEASE!"
"Can't ... stop!" The tip of his tool had found her gash and was sliding down to her hole. "Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Baby!" Setting his knees, he began pressing upward, and the swollen head of his cock entered her clenched orifice. "GGGNNN-UUUGGGHHH!"
"WWWAAAHHH!" she shrieked. "MATT IT HURTS! OH, GOD! DON'T FUCK ME! I CAN'T! DON'T! OH, MY GOD!"
"CINDY! AAARRRGGGHHH!" He continued to jam his pecker into her girlish twat, forcing it into the small opening as she thrashed and writhed under him. "CHRIST, YOU'RE TIGHT! OOO-HHH, CINDY! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"OOOVVWW!" she screamed. "YOU'RE HURTING ME! AAARRRGGGHHH! STOP! JESUS! STOP!" She kicked at his legs and tried to free her wrists from his clenched fists. The pain was excruciating. It felt as though a huge pole was being driven into her dry tunnel. "WWWAAAHHH!"
"Oh, God, Cindy!" he groaned into her ear. "I've wanted to dick you for so long! You're beautiful! Uuunnnfff! Don't struggle! Help me! Uuunnn-ggghhh!"
"OH! OH! OH! OH!" Cindy sobbed. His cock had stopped penetrating her and she could feel his pelvis pressed against hers. "TAKE IT OUT! OH, GOD, TAKE IT OUT! MATT! OH, CHRIST! DON'T!"
"Take it easy, kid!" he crooned. "You'll like that big dick! Just wait! GGGNNNUUU-GGGHHH!"
He pulled his cock out until only the head was buried, then stuffed it in again, shuddering as the grasping tissues of her cunt exerted pressure on his swollen tool. "FUCK, KID! FUCK! DAMN, YOU'RE TIGHT! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy tasted blood in her mouth as she bit her lip. The gigantic prick plunging in and out of her belly was agony. Tears squeezed out from under her closed eyelids and she cried. "MATT! MATT! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T! THAT'S ENOUGH! PLEASE! STOP! OOOHHH!"
"Relax, kid!" he grunted. "It won't hurt if you relax! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Jesus, what a cunt! Oh, baby! Baby! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
He was hunching hat her rapidly, quivering as he speared his pecker into the virgin pussy. Her huge, firm tits pressing against his chest excited him even more. His tickling, tingling rod swelled and became even harder as he hammered it into her hot tunnel.
"CINDY! OH, JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH! YOU FANTASTIC LITTLE CUNT! I CAN'T HOLD IT TOO LONG! DAMN! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
He released her wrists suddenly and slipped his hands under her shoulders as he increased the tempo of his plunging pecker. Something penetrated suddenly to Cindy's shocked and tortured mind. The thing stabbing into her belly was sliding easily now, and even though she could feel the monstrous shaft slamming against her womb, the pain had disappeared. The only sensation she had was of the thick shaft filling her pelvic region, but that still didn't stop her from raising her free hands and hammering at his sides and back viciously.
"STOP, MATT!" she shrieked. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! OH, GOD, MATT! YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY BASTARD! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
"FUCK!" he shouted in her ear, ignoring her flailing arms and legs. "FUCK, YOU LITTLE CUNT! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! OH, CHRIST! I'M GONNA CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! DO IT, BABY! DO IT!"
"NO!" she yelled. "NO! DON'T DO IT INSIDE ME!" She opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she clawed at his back.
"I'M CUMMING! CINDY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OOOHHH, GGGOOODDD!"
As he shouted, she felt an explosion inside her. Hot liquid sprayed against her uterus, and the thick cock in her cunt pulsed with each jet of fluid that gushed into her tube. Her heart pounded as the liquid trickled out past his embedded tool to dribble over her tightly puckered asshole.
Cindy thought the anguished scream she heard was coming from her own throat at first. Then she opened her eyes and saw her aunt's angry, distorted face above her. Cindy opened her mouth to say something, but Matt's blood choked her. Her eyes were wide with terror as she watched her aunt turn away, then come back with the gleaming silver scissors in her hand. Suddenly Emma was on her knees and the scissors were making a glinting arc toward Matt's back.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Matt stiffened on top of Cindy, then jerked several times as the shiny steel flashed in the air. "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Cindy could feel the blows each time her aunt struck. Then she closed her eyes and screamed. She felt her uncle's limp body roll off to the side, then she was being helped to her feet.
"It's all over, dear," her Aunt Emma simpered. "It's all over. C'mon. I'll take you to my room."
Cindy's head swam as she felt herself being half carried out to the hallway and into the next room. Her aunt was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words. Then she was laid gently on a bed and covered up.
Things were hazy for a while. She looked around the room and recognized it, but couldn't remember where she was. Her groin was painful and she was unable to control the trembling of her body. Some men came in to talk to her, but she couldn't understand them, and then a soft-spoken woman helped her dress.
A short time later she was taken out of the house and put in a car, not knowing where she was going or why.
The nurse left her in the small waiting room and Cindy glanced up at the clock hanging outside in the corridor. It was a little after nine. Sighing heavily, she leaned back in the chair and smoothed out her skirt. She could hear voices through the partly open door to the office next to her, and turned her attention to hear what was being said.
"If you'll just sign this paper, Mrs. Baker, that's all there is to it." Cindy recognized the voice of Mrs. Peterson, the social worker who had talked to her several times during the last three days in the hospital. "I want you to know we think you're doing a very gracious thing."
There was a long pause, then another voice. "Well, Mrs. Peterson, it's the least we can do. We didn't know the Simpsons very well, but we were neighbors. My husband and I are more than happy to take care of Cindy until you can find a permanent home for her."
"I must be very honest with you," Mrs. Peterson said. "It's not going to be easy. Placing a girl that age is hard enough. But with the experience she's had, well, you know. It doesn't help matters at all."
"Is there any chance that Cindy's aunt will ever recover?"
"I really can't say. The doctors don't give her much hope. Killing her husband was a terrible shock to her mind, just as it was to Cindy's. Fortunately, Cindy can't remember anything. Unfortunately, her aunt can."
There was the sound of chairs being pushed across the floor, then Mrs. Baker said, "Well, we'll do our best to try and give her a good home. I feel so sorry for her, without any family and all. I only hope she'll like it with us."
"Oh, I'm sure she will. You're being very kind.
Now, if you're ready to go, let's get Cindy."
Cindy stood up when the women came into the room. Mrs. Baker was an attractive woman in her late thirties, with long black hair and dark eyes. She gave Cindy a comforting look and walked over and patted the girl on the shoulder.
"Are you ready to go, dear? Do you have everything?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Cindy said, nodding her head. "I didn't bring much with me, I guess."
"That's all right. We can get the rest of your things later."
Cindy picked up the denim bag someone had brought to the hospital with her things in it, then followed Mrs. Baker into the hallway. They crossed the lobby silently and walked side by side to the parking lot. Neither of them said a word until Mrs. Baker had driven out of the lot and headed the car down the street.
"We didn't see too much of you when you were living with your aunt. But then, we don't go out too much, and I suppose our daughter is a little young for you."
Cindy didn't answer. She knew why they hadn't seen much of one another. Aunt Emma had cautioned her not to become too friendly with the Bakers. She had said they were rather strange, and that some of the other neighbors thought they were downright peculiar. Cindy hadn't thought much about it before. But now, going to their home, she wondered what it was about them that was so odd.
When they stopped for a light, Mrs. Baker turned to the girl. "We won't talk about what happened to you once we reach the house, but I want you to know how terribly sorry we all are. It must have been a very trying experience for you. I hope we'll be able to take your mind off everything that happened. All right?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Baker," Cindy said gratefully. "I appreciate what you're doing. Honest. If you hadn't taken me, they were going to send me to a home. Jeez, I couldn't have stood that."
"I know, dear." The light changed and they moved off. "Just as Mrs. Peterson said, things are going to work out fine. I think everybody will be happy with the arrangement."
The remainder of the ride was in silence. When they turned down the familiar side street and passed the house where she used to live, Cindy looked at the darkened windows thoughtfully. She had tried and tried to remember what had happened that night, but she couldn't. The last thing she could recall was going to her room. After that, everything was blank until she woke up in the hospital.
Three houses down they pulled into a driveway across the street and stopped. Cindy followed the woman to the front door of the neatly kept one-story home. When they entered the living room, three people were sitting there.
"All right, Cindy," Mrs. Baker said cheerfully. "I'd like to have you meet your new family. This is my husband, Ben, our son John, and our daughter, Tina."
Cindy nodded at each of them shyly. Ben was a tall, muscular man, with inky black hair graying at the temples. Their son, John, was in his teens, a handsome boy with a slim physique. She had met Tina before, and knew that she was eleven. She was a strikingly pretty girl, with long black hair like her mother.
"I'm glad to meet you all," Cindy said.
"And we're glad to have you here," Ben Baker said, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon and sit down. Tina, go get Cindy a coke. You can show her where she'll sleep later."
A halting conversation began after Tina returned with the soft drink. The Baker family was obviously trying to be cheerful and avoid any reference to Cindy's experience. For Cindy's part, she thought everyone seemed quite normal with the exception of John. Apart from saying hello, he hadn't offered anything else, merely staring at Cindy with a vacant smile on his face.
After they had talked for a while, Mrs. Baker and Tina showed Cindy through the house, then suggested it was time for bed. Cindy was to sleep with Tina in a double bed in her room, and since she had no night clothes, Mrs. Baker gave her one of her shorty outfits.
Once in Tina's room with the door shut, Cindy was somewhat embarrassed about changing in front of the young girl, but Tina didn't seem to mind at all. The young girl quickly stripped off her jeans and sweater, then casually crossed the room to the dresser for her nightgown. She had a slim, boyish figure with sharply pointed teacup-size titties. A light fuzz covered her pelvis area and surrounded the pooched lips of her gash.
"How old is John?" Cindy asked as she began taking her clothes off, keeping her back to the girl. "He didn't say much tonight."
"He's seventeen," Tina replied, slipping the shorty over her head. "I'd better tell you about him in case they forget. He had an accident a couple of years ago. He can't, ah, well, he's kind of retarded."
Cindy put her night clothes on quickly. "I didn't think I'd seen him around school. Where does he go?"
"Oh, he doesn't go to school." Tina pulled the covers down on the bed and climbed in. "Mom takes him to a special instructor three times a week. He doesn't learn very fast."
"That's too bad." Cindy got into bed beside the girl and stretched out, thankful to be able to sleep in a room that didn't smell of medicine. "Is he ever going to get better?"
"Nobody knows," Tina answered, reaching out to turn off the light. She snuggled down and folded her arms over her chest. "They say he might be like that forever. He's nice though. He won't hurt you or anything."
"Oh, I wasn't worried about that. Heck, I'm happy to be here. That hospital was terrible."
"I'll bet it was." Tina yawned loudly and turned on her side away from Cindy. Then she turned halfway back. "One thing you should know though, Cindy. You'd better do what John wants if you want to stay here. My folks are kind of funny about him. Kind of, like, protect him."
Cindy smiled in the darkness. "We'll get along. You guys have been real nice to me. I'm not going to do anything to bend anybody out of shape."
"Uh-huh. Well, goodnight. Just remember what I said about John."
"I will, Tina. 'Night."
Cindy closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh smell of the sheets. She couldn't help but wonder why the people around here had avoided the Bakers. They seemed like very nice people. Surely no one would think they were weird just because John had been hurt. They were asses if they did.
Tiny was already snoring softly as Cindy drifted off to sleep.