Chapter 2

Her stepfather left for New York the next week. There were some oil people he had to meet.

Kissing him goodbye, Mary felt the urge to grab his arm and pull her stepdaddy close. She didn't want to be left alone on the farm with her mother. There were still a few days left before she had to go back to school. She was stuck on the farm with no place to go just her mother and her­self and the farm. How she envied her stepfather, who got to jump on planes and fly halfway around the world, or go to New York and live it up on the company expense account! It made her tremble inside. He got to do all these exciting things and she had nothing. No friends, no boys to see, no place to go except Haven, and that was the same thing as nothing. And without Father around, Mother was really going to let Mary have a whack­ing.

As the car drove down the unpaved road, throwing clouds of dust up in the air, Mary felt the urge to run away. Why did she have to wait to graduate and go to college? That was the dream for girls at Mary Mount School. It was their big chance to escape the cloistered life and be free.

Mary wasn't sure that college would make a big change in her life. Change came from within, she told herself. Change came from jumping into the family car one day and driving off and never turn­ing back. It meant a sudden break with the past. Mary still had two years of school left and that seemed like an eternity. She didn't think she could wait that long.

On Wednesday, her mother went to town and Mary was alone. She wandered through the house, wanting to do something, not sure what. Halfway up the stairs she remembered her mother was gone. Mary got excited. There was the stack of letters in the bedroom that her stepfather had written to her mother from Iran. The letters came in heavy brown envelopes and smelled of perfume. They had to be special her mother refused to let Mary read them.

Mary was forbidden to go into the master bed­room. She had to be careful. Once Mary got the hell whacked out of her butt for looking through the closet, and she didn't need a second reminder.

The letters were inside the bedside table, underneath some old magazines. Mary slid the rubber band off the packet. She'd started to read the first letter when she noticed something in the drawer.

Curious, she reached down and picked up the device. Mary shook her head, turning the object in her hand. She wondered what it was. Made of hard plastic, the device was about twelve inches long and an inch in diameter. The head was cone shaped while the other end looked like a handle. It resembled an electric toothbrush. When Mary flicked on the small switch at the handle base, it vibrated in her grasp.

She put the point against her leg and yelped as electricity stung her muscle. The plastic head was very painful against her skin.

Mary snapped the button off and turned the instrument in her hand. It looked like a small baton, then like a billy club. But that didn't make sense. Why put batteries inside a club, especially a plastic club that could easily break? No, she reasoned, there was some other use for this silly plastic tool. It looked like a broom handle. Then Mary laughed because all the girls made dirty jokes about broomhandles at school. Broomhandles and Coke bottles with long glass necks that the girls could use in their cunts.

Her roommate, a prissy looking girl who acted real crazy, talked about jacking off on broom­handles incessantly. Mary had called her a dope. Mary thought broomhandles were just prep school dirty talk. It seemed so implausible, she didn't want to talk to her crazy roommate any more. But, holding the plastic baton up to the light, Mary wondered.

She turned the conical end down toward her crotch. Oh, it's wrong, she thought, flushing with embarrassment. Why would her mother have such an awful thing?

She turned to put the device back in the drawer. Mary felt a wonderful warmth in her crotch. She put a hand between her legs. The small triangle of her pubic hair was wet through her panties. She rubbed her crotch, working her cunt excitedly and looked at the dildo. The hot­ter she became, the more plausible the idea of her mother fucking her cunt with the prick shaped de­vice was.

Instead of putting the device back in the draw­er where it belonged, Mary rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. The fresh air felt sensational blowing across her velvety crotch. It made her cunt hole tingle that much more.

She tried to imagine her mother lying on her back with her legs parted, driving the baton up her hole.

Mary was embarrassed, but she had been em­barrassed the night she'd caught Daddy making love to her mother, and that hadn't stopped Mary from peeking down from the stairs while Daddy drove his cock up Mother's asshole. Already an itch had developed in her little cunt. It was like a small mosquito bite at the top of her vulva. The urge to scratch was so strong that she reached down and worked her fingers back and forth across the skin.

It felt good. Rubbing her cunt always made her feel good. When she was finished, her fingers were shining wet.

Which brought her attention back to the plas­tic thingamajig. Holding the plastic handle like a dagger, she opened once again and pushed the bullet like head along the inside of her thigh. Thrills of pleasure shot down along her taut white skin. She moved the smooth plastic tube up and down her leg, the tip barely touching her flesh.

The effect was fantastic! It felt so good that Mary sank into the bedding and moaned. Her fin­gers pushed the cock up and down. Her daddy had done the same thing to her mother, except her mommy had been flipped over on her stomach and Daddy had driven his dick between her but­tocks, into that other hole.

Still, the feeling was good. Before she knew it, Mary was wiggling out of her wet panties and working the round end into her soft mound. It felt good, tickling her itchy crotch. Goosebumps appeared on her thighs, then traveled up along her abdomen and around the tight curve of her buttocks. The bedsprings squeaked as Mary rocked back and forth. The plastic cock continued to stir pleasure into her cunt.

She knew it was wrong for a girl to play with her sex organs. Mary felt hot flashes of sensuality. She groaned, holding the stick like a man's cock. Now she knew the meaning of being swept away by passion. Stretching her cunt wide and using the plastic cock to trace lightly around her pussy lips, Mary felt a luxuriant, pleasing contentment.

It was a mixed blessing. The feeling was good because her virgin cunt glowed with unimagined pleasure. She vibrated like a tuning fork, yet the feeling was bad too, because there was no boy around who would mount her willing body and ram his fuck stick into her slot and make her a woman. Mary was causing all the excitement her­self, and even though she was alone and her panties were stinking wet and her cunt throbbed wildly and she knew no one would ever find out what she was doing to her crotch, Mary knew that mastur­bating was wrong. Maybe it was all right for a boy to frig his cock that was one thing but for a girl to jam things into her slit was quite another.

But wrong or not, Mary couldn't stop tickling her cunt lips. Her channel opened like a throat, ready to swallow the huge plastic prick. Mary resisted, but the damn thing felt too good to stop now. She wanted to feel the shaft. It was not enough just to climax. She had to feel the device go into her cunt.

She was still a virgin. In her cunt was her hymen. Pumping her thighs, she pushed the stick an inch through the spread labia. The plastic shaft felt warm and hard against her soft flesh. It was a delicious sensation. And what's more, she couldn't stop fucking herself with the stick now that she was using the shaft to drill into her cunt.

"Aaaaaahhh!" she gasped. Her mother had groaned when being fucked, and Mary knew why. Her cunt was experiencing what her mother's asshole had.

A sweet, throbbing sensation pervaded her skin. Holding the cock firmly, she inched her cunt hole down, wiggling her hips on the bed sheets. Her mouth opened and closed, holding back the scream. The terrible tingling shot through her body. Her cunt was itchy. Whatever feelings of guilt the young girl had quickly vanished, to be replaced by stirrings of deep satisfaction.

She had terrible guilt feelings. Closing her eyes, she saw hideous visions of her girl friend at prep school ramming a broom handle into her cunt. A throbbing started in her hot slot and worked through her pee hole, where it pulsed like an overworked muscle.

Her flesh spread open for the shaft, then sucked around the slippery plastic, gripping it like a holster grips a gun. It went in and in, then a sharp, piercing pain deep in her crotch made Mary scream. She stopped.

Pain swept through her abdomen and came to rest in the center of her brain. It was a terrible, screaming pain. She pulled back on the shaft, but that hurt, too. She took her hands away and breathed deeply.

Mary thought she had accidentally ruptured herself, but looking down at the rippled plastic handle that stuck out of her slit like a harpoon, she realized the pain came from her hymen or rather, what was left of her hymen.

"Oh! Ohhh!" she gasped.

Her eyes snapped open. The foot long cock was stuck deep in her cunt hole. She experienced a creepy sensation, as if she was watching someone else fucking with the stick. Her fingers trembled. She held the cock. Somehow, one finger flicked the button on the side.

The dildo began to hum in her snatch. She didn't feel much at first, just a low grade vibration, then power exploded in her womb. Her frazzled nerves balled tight, then erupted like a volcano.

"Yaaaaaa!" she screamed. Mary was scared shitless. She bucked on the bed and rolled around, grabbing at the dildo, unable to pull the device from her cunt. Her channel walls had collapsed around the plastic shaft, and nothing was going to drag the zinging shape from her twat.

Her hips rocked on the squeaking bed. She held onto the joy stick between her legs, her fingers squeezing the handle for dear life.

It was terrible, so terrible that Mary screamed again and again. It was so awful that her tiny clit­oris started to burn. Mary thought her bladder was going to betray her and let pee splash down on her sweltering thighs.

That's what she felt. She was much too excit­ed. The hum of the vibrating cock was music to her ears. Her twat climaxed once, twice, then again and again and again. There seemed no end to the number of times that her cunt could come against the plastic dick.

Mary was not about to stop. She kept fucking, working the shaft when her cunt went soft. She humped vigorously when her channel spasmed around the cock. On and on it went, until Mary was exhausted.

And the batteries were worn out.