Chapter 1

Mary woke up to her mother's screaming. It was a shrill, piercing noise that made Mary sat up in bed. Mary listened for several seconds, her fingers trembling. It had been a terrible sound. She pulled the covers up to her neck and listened again, wondering whether she should call the police.

There was no second scream, just a heavy silence that hung in the room like a dense fog. Had she dreamed it? Mary put a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded like a hammer.

She heard more noises downstairs, sounds of laughter and talking. Mary sighed. Her stepfather was celebrating his return to the country after spending six months in Iran with an oil company. Mary didn't know what her stepfather did, exactly, but he had to travel, which meant she was left alone with her mother a lot.

Mary made a face. She didn't get along with her mother. They argued about everything, from what Mary wore to school to who cleaned the dishes at night.

"I'm your mother and you will do as you're told," Mrs. Anderson snapped. And, Mary always gave in. Her mother, a strikingly glamorous woman in her late thirties, was a stern taskmaster who was never one to spare the rod or spoil the child. When Mary balked at an order, her mother would pull up her daughter's dress and whack the hell out of her with a razor strop.

"This was your grandfather's," Mrs. Anderson said once, holding up the strap. "He knew how to use it on bad children and I plan to do the same."

Mary wished she had a strap for parents who beat their children. She often thought of running away from her tyrannical mother and heading west to California. It was one hell of a distance for a fifteen year old girl, brought up in private schools.

It might even be illegal. She was still a minor, yet her looks belied her age. Mary was tall and fair and her figure was full and sexy. She had firm, round breasts and long, slim legs and a well rounded ass that swayed slightly when she walked.

Despite her natural good looks, Mary had a boyfriend problem. The all girl school she attended had had several dances, but they were formal and heavily chaperoned. Mary rarely got to meet any boys. Most girls struggled through the semester without boys and then went crazy during vaca­tions, but Mary was not so fortunate. Her step­father had a big farmhouse, miles from the nearest town. When Mary came home on vacation there was no place to go and no friends to see.

It was a hard life for Mary. Her mother drove into Haven, the nearest town, almost every day to run errands or buy groceries anything to get away from the farmhouse. Still, these trips didn't seem to subdue her mother. The beatings were getting worse and with summer coming up, Mary was apprehensive about going home.

Suddenly, from downstairs came another scream, louder than the first. It made the hairs on Mary's neck tingle. Her thighs tightened and her cunt became very small and dry. Fear pulsated like a living thing! She pressed her dry, trembling lips together.

Mary was scared witless. It was her mother's voice. Of that she was certain. But what was going on? Mary had strict orders to go to bed. Her ass would be in a sling if she disobeyed her mother, especially on the first night her step-daddy was back home. And she was no dummy. Her mother was a hot, passionate woman who had gone a long time without a man's arms holding her tight.

Maybe that was it, she thought. Mary sprang up from the bed, her whole body shaking. The house was huge. It had five bedrooms and four bathrooms and an enormous downstairs living room.

They were downstairs making love, Mary thought. But why the shrieking? Mary listed again. Only empty silence greeted her ears.

She smiled, feeling embarrassed. That explained her mother's erratic, nervous behavior at the dinner table and then the command to go to bed.

She figured that right now her daddy was sticking his big thing into her. Placing her hands over her own breasts, Mary tried to imagine a man's muscular body pressing down against her. She shivered with delight, then she lay down on the bed, spread her thighs, and humped her hips until the bedsprings squeaked. This was what it was like. Humping and bouncing and feeling his hot breath in your face and his hard muscled belly wiggling over your crotch, dragging his thing closer to your opening. Mary closed her eyes and swayed her hips. She felt like a schooner anchored at some little South Pacific island with gentle warm waves rocking back and forth. Pulling up her nightie, Mary jammed her fingers between her legs. Ohhhh! She was wet down there. Gingerly she rubbed the patch of wool covering her cunt slit.

Her finger went in nice and easy. Her twat was soft as butter. Her cunt lips were shaped like tulip petals and they opened for her finger, suck­ing her in like the vortex of a whirlpool. Back and forth she went, dreaming, fucking herself, wonder­ing when she would have a man of her own.

Mary worked her cunt until her hand was sticky wet and her skin shone with sweat. Her breath came in searing gasps as her finger plugged her cunt.

"Ohhhh, that feels goooood!" she said aloud. And it did, too. Her cunt channel went tight around the finger, which set off a tingling sensation at the top of her vagina. It wasn't a climax. There was no heightened awareness, no deep, painful throbbing. She had a nice, pleasurable feeling, that was all.

Then her mother screamed out again! Mary perked her ears. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up, listening. A thin smile spread across her mouth. And her heart pounded with excitement. The noise came from downstairs, perhaps near the kitchen. Quickly, Mary adjusted her nightie and rose from the bed. She knew damn well what her mother was up to.

And Mary wasn't going to miss any of it.

The table had not been cleared. Dishes with meat scraps and green peas and potatoes fell to the floor when Jackie Anderson flopped down on the table.

She lifted a half empty bottle of wine and poured it onto her face. Jackie giggled like a school girl as the wine splashed on her nose and lips. Her husband Bob was holding her naked thighs while he grabbed her tight panties.

"Easy does it," he said. The flimsy nylon tore as he pulled the useless garment away, re­vealing her bare buttocks. He snapped his fingernail playfully against her butt.

"Ouch!" Jackie shouted. "You crazy sex per­vert! Get away from me!" Then she laughed drunkenly and swept the table clean of silverware and glasses. She wiggled her hips on the tabletop and turned on one hip to stare back at her husband.

"So I'm the crazy sex pervert," said Bob. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving her satiny breasts. The nipples were large as strawberries from his sucking. Her eyes spark­led like precious jewels and her nostrils quivered. They had made love twice in the living room and she had been sensational both times. Her cunt was tight and very soft. Her first orgasm had been feigned, but the second one had been real.

"What's wrong with being a pervert?"

Jackie scooped up a handful of cold mashed potatoes and threw them at his head. She was as lightheaded as the fizz bubbling out of the champagne bottle. She spread her thighs and watched his eyes as they came down to her velvet twat.

"Like what you see?" she said.

He did. There was just no denying his wife's beauty. Her breasts were firm and her thighs well shaped and in makeup she looked barely a day over twenty five. Her cunt shone like a jewel. He followed an invisible path up to her face. Bob wondered how many times she had run to the village and cheated on him.

"I can come all night," she purred. "I can wear any man out, even you, husband!"

Mary sneaked to the head of the stairs just in time to hear her mother.

She peered down at the table and stifled a cry in the back of her throat. Her mother lay stretched across the table like the main course at an orgy! Her stepfather was no much better. He had his shirt on but that was all. Below the table edge, she saw the gleaming trunk of his penis.

Fear tingled between Mary's legs. She was fro­zen to the landing, her eyes riveted to her mother. She remembered her mother's stern warnings. She was too scared to move.

"You're one fine piece of ass," her stepfather said. Bob loved his wife. She was young and lusty and full of spunk. One thing he hated about Jackie, however, was her cockiness. It was not a pleasant trait for a woman. Women were supposed to be warm and loving and have children and obey their husbands. They were not supposed to brag about their sexuality. Bob pulled off his shirt and rose until his cock stood out straight from his body.

Luckily, Ali, one of Iran's biggest oil tycoons, had taught him a few tricks about women. Ali had about eleventeen hundred million bucks and almost as many wives and Bob had spent many happy months dealing with members of the happy harem. Now he was going to put his lessons into practice.

Mary looked at her father's cock with astonish­ment. It was the first erect penis she had seen and it left her gasping. Why, he would split me in two! she thought, admiring his wrist thick cock. His shaft was long and very, very thick. A mushroom shaped cap graced the end.

Mary was scared of her father's enormous ba­ton. But her mother wasn't. She rolled over on her butt and spread her thighs open and, in a hoarse voice said, "Fuck me!" Jackie hunched down to the end of the table so her knees pressed on either side of Bob Anderson's waist. His cock pointed straight into her parted slit.

Mary could see her mother wagging her head back and forth, waiting for Daddy to stick his prick up her cunt. Mary almost laughed, the ten­sion was so great. Quickly she reached between her two legs and stuck her finger into her own twat. Not surprisingly, she found her hole to be wet and soft, and with several strokes, her hole was hot as a cauldron.

"Come on, fuck me," moaned her mother. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

Bob grinned. His wife was hot, but not that hot. She was holding back, afraid to give herself completely. He reached down for the butter plate. There was still half a cube of soft butter left. He scooped it out with two fingers and pressed the greasy substance against her thighs.

What was Daddy doing? thought Mary. Her mommy obviously liked him greasing her thighs and twat with the butter she lifted her rump off the table and stuck her crotch in his face.

Bob worked her slowly. He rubbed butter into the wet folds of her cunt and down her slit, back toward the ravine of her buttocks. He worked feverishly and intently.

Jackie didn't stop him. She was happy and content to have him stroke her cunt and ass. When he finished, she would rear back, widen out and take him into her cunt. There was plenty of juice trickling from her slit, but men never did under­stand women. If only he would hurry up! Her nipples were large and throbbing and she wanted more than anything to feel his lips closing down on her ends. Oh, she wanted that terribly!

And she was about to tell him, when Bob stopped playing nice and jammed a finger up her shitter hard.

Jackie screamed! It felt like a red hot poker had ignited her asshole. It took a full second to realize her husband had stuck his finger into her anus and was wiggling it about, using her asshole like a cunt. Terrified, she snapped her legs shut and turned on her hip.

Bob wasn't letting go. He was hesitant at first to try out Ali's bizarre techniques on his own wife at least, he was until he looked into Jackie's eyes and saw the drastic change in her.

The sparkle was gone from her pupils. It was replaced by the dull luster of fear. Jackie trem­bled with fright. It was a sensation she had rarely experienced. Now it raced through her.

And did it make him hard! Bob's cock swelled to the size of a cucumber, the cone shaped end throbbing with excitement. He pulled on her thighs. Her buttocks glistened before him. His finger moved around in her tight anus, working out the ring of muscles, toying with her butt to make the muscles soft and pliant.

Mary crouched low on the landing, watching her mother. What was her stepfather doing? He seemed to be feeling her mother's cunt, only she was lying on her belly and that made it hard for him to get at her crotch. Mary tried to imagine herself spread out on the table, lying naked while her stepfather climbed in between her thighs. She felt sweaty all over. Her crotch dripped like a faucet, and her asshole itched and only when she scratched her buns did Mary catch on.

He had his finger up her mommy's asshole!

A burning sensation filled her butt hole and Mary moaned as if she were being fucked, instead of her mother.

Jackie wiggled on the table. There was nothing she could do. If she fought back, her husband might do worse things than play with her rump. He was built like an ox and if enraged he might beat the shit out of her. She relented. The humil­iation was overwhelming. Jackie wiped the tears from her eyes and tried not to cry.

His fingers didn't burn any more. Her anus was stretching out and she would give herself to him. His finger rammed her ass channel again, making a squishing noise as he went in and Jackie bit her lip, holding the groan back in her throat. She balled her fists until the knuckles whitened.

"This is how you make love to your wife?" she asked bitterly.

His other hand came up along the inside of her thigh and lifted her buttocks. As her rump spread open, his finger went deeper. Jackie gasped. It didn't feel too bad. A little weird at first, but she got used to it.

"Snotty, stuck up broads like you need a good ass fuck!" growled Bob.

"A what?" Jackie said. Her thighs started trembling. It was foolish of her not to have guessed his intentions. She rested on the table on all fours, like a horse ready for mounting. Jackie thought the game playing would end with his finger, but she was wrong. Her crazy husband was going to stick his cock into that tiny hole! He was going to mount her backside and use her ass like a cunt! Suddenly she found the courage to resist. It came from the desperation that welled in her body. She responded frantically, aided by a wild animal instinct that came from nowhere. Jackie twisted her hips and lunged to her left. She had to get away, just had to! Her fingers latched onto a plate. Jackie turned and tried to hit her husband in the face.

But Bob was two steps ahead of her. Ali had warned him. "We had no trouble with our women here," Ali had told him, waving his arm at the humble women who groveled at his feet. "But be careful of the Americans and the Europeans. They fight and kick. You must be firm."

Bob was ready. He had crawled between her legs and when his wife turned to throw the plate, he grabbed her by the arm. His hand was like a vise. He squeezed her wrist until the dish dropped to the floor.

"Bastard!" she cried.

Bob brought his hand down hard against her butt. Janet screamed. She turned around, eyes full of hatred, and Bob hit her across the face.

"Cunt!" he shouted. "Down on your belly!"

Jackie started to cry as he pushed her down and spread her thighs. Her pink sphincter glim­mered through the dark ravine of her ass. Quickly, he went to work on her rump, taking more butter and greasing her anus. Ali had used the drippings from a barbecued lamb, as was custom among his people, but butter worked just as well. He smooth­ed a generous helping of goo into her ravine and around his hard shaft.

Jackie was crying and beating her firsts on the table top, yet her buttocks did not move. The arrogance was gone. She lay soft and pliant, like putty, and when he pushed between her cheeks and touched the soft ring of her asshole, she didn't resist.

"Bastard!" she cried. "I hate you! I HATE you!"

The tip of his cock pressed into her flesh. It felt like his finger, then she started to spread open wider and wider. She cried with fright, af­raid that his cock would tip the tender muscles of her butt. She felt empty, defeated. Her whole being was turned inside out by this man. She could do nothing. Defending herself was out of the ques­tion. She could only sob like a spoiled little girl and even that was futile. Besides, his cock really didn't hurt her that badly.

When he pulled her hips up, she didn't struggle. Jackie went limp. The long length of sex pipe went in, inch by inch. Her asshole widened. What he was doing was awful. Jackie wanted to die, to dis­appear... anything to get away, but she couldn't do anything except squat on all fours like a dog and let Bob do this monstrous thing to her.

The grease helped and so did Bob, who didn't ram her asshole like Ali had told him to. He work­ed back and forth until her sphincter opened to accommodate his thickness.

Then, suddenly there was pain. His cock went in, held for a moment, then went deeper.

"Aaaaahhhh!!!" Jackie cried.

Her buns wiggled seductively, then arched up ward at a sharp angle. Bob felt the sudden loose­ness in her channel. He plunged ahead. His hard, trembling cock shot down her shitter. His balls jerked as he popped through her resistance. And he was in, really in!

Mary nearly fainted as she watched her moth­er's buttocks hunching up and down in rhythm to the stabbing thrusts of Bob's cock. Her father looked silly, slumped over her mother. Even from the stairs, she could hear them both panting. They looked like dogs fucking each other. It was crazy, the way they rocked back and forth. Mary squeezed her thighs tightly against her hand and felt the droplets of pussy juice wet her skin.

She knew Daddy was driving hard. She could hear the slapping of his belly against her mother's back.

"Come on, fuck, Jackie," he said. "Fuck with your hips."

Jackie did as she was told. The grease was wearing off and her muscles were getting sore. Her breath came in gasps. She felt lightheaded, as she did after climbing flights of stairs too quickly, and her vision was blurred. She no longer felt him driving into her asshole. There was a great numbness everywhere that is, everywhere except her tits, which tingled as he pinched the nipples. She tried to stop panting, couldn't, and finally fell forward.

Bob was laughing hard. His voice sounded way off. He was lying on her back. It was an odd feel­ing for Jackie. Her asshole was numb and yet she felt his prickly pubic hair against her butt cheeks.

She tried to move up, but Bob's weight crushed her down to the table top. His cock was huge. She started to feel him as he surged forward, driving into her asshole like a madman. He yelped and screamed and pumped his organ into her slot.

He was nearing a climax. That was good. Jackie could lie down soon and get some rest. She didn't hate him any more. She felt lifeless and exhausted and she did what was asked of her without thought.

"Like it, baby?" he shouted. He felt like a cowboy breaking in a wild mare. His cock swelled with seed. In a few moments it would be over. His sperm would splatter in her anus and he would fall back, relieved and exhausted. His wife was like putty. Exhaustion had replaced humili­ation. He had his dick stuck like a stake in her asshole and he had made her grovel like a fucking animal, but he wasn't finished yet. Even as the sperm welled in the bloated cap of his cock, he had a few tricks left.

He slipped his hands under her belly and into her cunt. The mound was soft and wet. The pubic hair matted tightly in ringlets as he spread her labia open and found her clitoris.

It was stout and hard. He squeezed the end, still driving hard into her rectum. Bob waited for the reaction to take hold.

"Yaaaaaa!" shouted Jackie. Her cunt explo­ded with electricity. Jolts of pleasure shot back through her cunt and along her spine. She came off the table, sweat pouring off her flexed mus­cles.

Bob continued fingernail flicking her clit button. His sperm was ready to shoot. The pain was terrible. It throbbed through his cock and through his wrinkled scrotum. He squeezed hard again! She had to come. He wanted her to! Her ass chan­nel was all soft and sweaty. Her butt constricted around his cock. Her butt was coming like a cunt!

"Aaaaiiieeee!!" he yelled. Man, this was too much! He pulled her humping hips into his crotch. Bob erupted in her asshole. Long strands of white gooey sperm shot into her rear. Her asshole's grip got tighter and tighter... still tighter!

He fingered Jackie wildly. She was there, right on the edge of her own orgasm, and with a jolt of pleasure, she went over.

Jackie's wet cunt collapsed and her ass channel flexed and the hot sperm coated her insides like liquid latex. She shook all over and fell forward, her hips churning.

She had been drained physically and emotion­ally and her asshole was shot full of sperm and now she felt fine.

"Come, baby, come," Bob demanded.

He was ordering her to have another orgasm, and she was. There was no denying his wishes any longer. Twisting on the dinner table, squirming and writhing, she worked to make him happy. His dick never stopped spurting. It was like a fire house douching her asshole.

Mary was also near orgasm. She worked her hand against her clitoris. It felt so gooood! Her legs got rubbery and she nearly collapsed against the stairway. She was glad to see her mother so excited. Maybe now her mother wouldn't be so mean. Maybe she wouldn't beat her. She rubbed the opening of her vagina, then jabbed a finger through the swollen labia and into the soft flesh within her furry slit.

"Ooooooh!" she moaned.

She knew her ass was in a sling if her folks found her spying down on their fucking, but her cunt felt so good! She wanted to dig deeper into her slit. Goodness, her muscles tingled! Mary was on edge. Her whole body was on the verge of climaxing. "Man, that's good fucking," her father laughed. He brought his hand down hard across her mother's flat buttocks.

Jackie didn't move. She couldn't. Her rectum hurt terribly. Sweat slicked her skin. She moved to one side, flexing her legs, and groaned. Jackie felt like a virgin who had been raped by a dozen motorcycle thugs.

You're an animal! A fucking no good slut of an animal for letting him do this to you! Jackie's inner voice hit home. She tried to convince herself that the situation was out of her hands. She had been raped by a man who was twice as big, twice as strong as she was. He was the animal! My God, it was sodomy! She could report him to the police she could have him arrested.

So why didn't she? Jackie fought with her con­science. Bob stepped into his clothes and zipped his fly. He had never felt better. Tired, perhaps, but that was only to be expected when you were breaking in a virgin asshole, especially one as tight as Jackie's.

He looked about the room and stopped at the stairs. Did he see movement below the landing? He walked over, but there was nothing.

"I would've sworn," he began. But that was stupid. His stepdaughter was in bed, fast asleep. It wasn't Mary. It couldn't be.

Mary wasn't that kind of girl.