Chapter 3
Debbie's cunt stretched wide and the ring of pussy-muscles went tight. A shot of pain made the young woman gasp. Would she feel more pain? Debbie thought that after her cherry was torn away everything would be all right.
"Relax . . . man, relax and you'll enjoy this as much as I do."
The young woman bit her lower lip and concentrated on her pussy. At the same time, Jack reached down with one hand and slowly rubbed his fingers around her tight cuntal muscles. Gradually, Debbie felt her cunt slackening, accepting her stepfather's huge donkey-sized dick.
"Ohhh, yes, yes! Oh I feel sooo . . . weird!"
"Man, that's fuckin' good. I like to hear that," he muttered. She felt Jack reaching down, pressing a finger into the squishy mess where her cunt flooded hot juices. He traced around the bottom of her slit, found the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her cuntal mouth. Then Jack let his cock-head rest against the spot he was touching. Ohhhhh, how wonderful, how caressing that touch was, how it helped her relax even further!
Debbie felt his cock slipping around inside her cunt. She dared move her hips now, changing the angle her pussy made with her stepfather's huge dick. He was halfway out of her pussy when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down. Jack gasped, his body shuddering violently.
"Shit, that's somethin' else. I ain't known too many broads hot enough to do that," he commented, smiling down at his stepdaughter. "Just don't try to cut it off."
Debbie could tell her spasm had passed. Her pussy-muscles relaxed, letting go their hold. Jack eased his dick out, then slowly sank it back in, pushing aside the gushing, hot folds of her cunt. He was going slowly, maddeningly slowly.
"Baby, you're fine," Jack whispered, dropping his head and nuzzling his face in the nape of her neck.
In answer to his comment, Debbie moved her hips, feeling his dick-head gouging the walls of her pussy. He was moaning now, touching her asshole, moving his head down to her tits and sucking on her nipples while increasing the speed and intensity of his fucking.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Debbie felt her pussy-muscles spasm violently. They clamped down on his fat shaft just behind the flared tip. Debbie went wild, tossing her ass around with feverish movements. Jack for a second sounded as if he were strangling. Ohhhh, how she loved that sensation, how she enjoyed feeling her pussy grabbing that fucking rod, milking it while it plowed through her snatch. Rape? The thought flashed through her mind and almost made her laugh. Maybe at the start of this spree her stepfather had been guilty of forcing her. But now the young woman was helping him, encouraging him, begging the older man to fuck her harder.
"Man, can't hold back . . . can't . . . !"
Jack was going wild now. Debbie felt the fury of his fucking increase to a level that nearly hurt her. She bit her lower lip as she felt her nipples grow stiffer. Spasms of lust attacked her belly and pussy.
"Uh . . . uhh . . . uhhh!" Debbie cried out with each fucking thrust. He slammed into her, stretching her young freshly plowed cunt. Multicolored lights popped in front of her as she spun dizzyingly closer and closer toward climax.
"No, no, ohhhh, God, no!"
Debbie was teetering on the brink of climax. She felt that maddening moment getting closer, the time when she'd be inches away from flying off the handle. As Jack rode her, Debbie tightened up, her pussy clutching, grabbing at this hammering cock. The older man groaned as the girl started matching his wild pistoning. They banged over and over, their thighs grinding and hammering together. The cries that now were torn from Debbie's throat were those of greed and wild, sexual hunger.
"Uhhhghhhh!"
Jack's body stiffened then jerked wildly on top of hers. Debbie felt something hot and wet scalding her pussy-walls, burning into them like acid. Ohhh, he was shooting off, spraying his jizz in her hole. That thought drove her over the brink. With a wail of lust and defeat Debbie came.
"Ssshhhhhahihhh!" she hissed. The girl jerked her legs high and flung them around her stepfather, pounding his kidneys with her heels. She held on as he shoved forward, driving his cock deep up her slit, spilling squirt after spurt of his cum into her hole. Debbie thought she was going to die. Her chest was so tight, her mouth so dry, her throat so constricted she could hardly suck in air.
"Yeah, yeah, shit, baby, work it on out," Jack grunted as the girl thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks over the carpeting.
Debbie's come was long and agonizingly intense. At times, the blonde teen thought someone was stabbing her in the snatch. But finally the spasms passed and the girl relaxed, feeling every ounce of strength and resistance evaporate from her body.
She didn't know how long the two of them lay together on the floor. Finally, Jack pushed away, grunting, sliding his softened dick from her pussy, searching for his pants that had slid off during the savage fucking.
Now Debbie realized what had happened, saw the evil she'd done to her mother. All the wonder of her first fuck evaporated under the crashing sense of her guilt. Ohhhh, how she deserved to be punished, to be whipped. Automatically, her eyes focused on the belt her stepfather had used on her at the beginning of this sex spree. How she deserved that beating now! And how she wanted it, wanted it almost as badly as she wanted that fucking earlier. No, no, that was sick, perverted. With a strangled gasp, Debbie covered her face with both hands, sitting up, resting her back against one wall. Ohhhh, why didn't her stepfather go back to his bars and leave her alone with this horror?
"Yeah, baby, your old lady's gonna be laid up in the hospital for a long, long time. That means lots of time for you and me to fuck."
The words made Debbie shiver. Alone with her stepfather? She could imagine him coming to her every night, forcing himself on her. And what was worse was the possibility that Debbie would welcome him, open her arms and legs up to him and let him do whatever he pleased. No, no, she couldn't let herself sink that low, couldn't let herself insult her mother that way.
"Please, leave me alone," she said in a soft voice.
"Yeah, sure. You'd better go clean up," Jack said, wiping spit off his moustache with the back of his hand.
The young woman staggered to her feet, bending down and gathering her torn bra, blouse, jeans and panties in both hands. She held them protectively in front of her tits and cunt, walking to the stairs, keeping her eyes focused on her stepfather as he swaggered, actually swaggered to the TV room. Ohhhh, how she hated him. How she loathed his foul breath, his hairy chest and legs. And yet how good he made her feel with his dick. Debbie closed her eyes, resting against the stairway handrail and gathering enough strength to go up to her bedroom. No, no, this couldn't happen again . . . not with him, not in this house! She had to run away, get away from this man until things could somehow straighten themselves out. Her school, friends, mother-she'd have to abandon everything to save her sanity.
With that resolve in mind, Debbie climbed the stairs, dragging her shadow behind her. How good her room looked when she opened the door and stood in the dark.
"Oh, my God, what have I done?" she cried out to no one, slamming and locking the door behind her, dropping her tattered, stained clothing and throwing herself on the bed. Curling her fingers into fists and beating them hard against the mattress, Debbie sobbed hysterically for several minutes until exhaustion blessedly took over and she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
The next day Debbie skipped school, calling in and telling the attendance office she had the flu. Her stepfather had already gone off to his construction job in downtown Newark. Now the blonde teen stood dressed by the large front window sipping a glass of milk thoughtfully. Outside, the dawn had turned the snow into small mounds of crystal. The dark slate roofs of the single story homes across the street were trimmed with snow. A gray slush covered the streets and sidewalks. It must have snowed lightly the night before. Of course, she wouldn't have known if an atomic attack had been suffered by the city last night. Thoughts of her first fuck made the blonde shudder. Milk splashed from her glass, wetting down her wrists and fingers.
Debbie sighed and turned from the peaceful suburban scene. Could she actually leave this home, her home? What right did her stepfather have in driving her away? Yet Debbie knew she had to run away at least temporarily until somehow she could straighten out the confusion in her mind. Already she'd packed. The young woman had an aunt in Albany. But with little money, Debbie couldn't afford even a bus ticket. Hitching! As much as she hated the idea of taking a chance on the highway, she saw little chance of anything else to get her out of this place. She couldn't tell her friends she was leaving, couldn't explain to them the reason for her flight. No, this had to be something she did on her own. When she was safe at her aunt's home, she'd call her mother and make up some story to quiet the woman.
"Oh, God!" she sighed, rubbing the cold glass against her forehead. Then shrugging her shoulders, Debbie put down the milk and marched up to her bedroom, slipped on a thick winter jacket, picked up her small tightly packed suitcase and walked away from her home.
For the next two hours, the young woman walked down the crowded streets of outer Newark, heading north toward the string of outerbelt freeways leading to upstate New York. In front of a large shopping center, Debbie put her suitcase down, stood on the curb and began thumbing. Several people stopped during the next hour. But they were going only a few miles away. As time passed, the girl's optimism about successfully picking up a ride dimmed. She grew colder as morning passed into afternoon. Thoughts about returning home popped into her mind and she shook them out. No, she'd rather stand out here all night taking a chance rather than face her horny stepfather one more time.
But her poor success made Debbie desperate. The possibility of her being outside all night slowly began to become a reality. She thought of herself alone and shivering. And what if the police picked her up? Oh, God, what would her stepfather do to her then? Perhaps she could call her aunt and have her uncle drive down and pick her up. It was a desperate plan, but . . .
Just at that point, a large brown van slowed some twenty feet behind her, pulling over to the curb and stopping.
"Hey, need a lift?"
It was a little past three. The skies were graying over, promising more snow. Debbie peered into the darkened van and saw three young men sitting in the front seat. A black cloth hung behind them, separating the rest of the van from the driver's section. Normally, Debbie wouldn't have accepted a ride from these men. But it was getting colder and she was getting more desperate.
"Where are you going?" the second man asked, pushing a skiing hat back and revealing a thick head of blond hair.
"Albany," Debbie said, feeling her heart skipping a beat. They were all so handsome.
"Whew! Well, we're headed that way. Can take you about twenty miles away from it," the black-haired driver called out. At the same time the door opened.
"I'll help you with the bag," the one closest to the passenger door said, stretching out one hand. He's so strong, Debbie thought as he hauled her in.
"Just slip back there, it's less crowded. Name's Jim, by the way . . . Jim Smith. That there's Bill Alworth and Lee Van Deever," the driver said, pointing out his buddies as he shifted back into gear. Debbie mumbled hello, climbing over the front seat, parting the black curtain and settling down on the thickly carpeted floor. She huddled in one corner, sliding the suitcase next to her and using it for an armrest. She sighed with happiness as the van lurched forward and sped north up the highway. Escape! Perhaps not from her own newly discovered sexuality, but at least from the temptation to use it. Maybe at her aunt's home she'd find some peace ... at least some time where she could think out the problems facing her.
With these and other thoughts, the young blonde slowly dozed off. When she awoke some hours later it was dark. They were still going down the highway at a good clip. Bending over, the young woman slid to the back of the van and peered out the rear window. Several headlights shone behind. Debbie wondered what her stepfather was thinking now. Surely he'd come home and found her gone. What would he tell her mother? Well, that was his problem. Soon, she'd be in Albany and could phone her herself.
"Comfy back there?" she heard one of the men shout out. They must have heard her stirring around.
"Yes, thank you. Where are we?" she asked, crawling back toward the front.
"About one hundred miles from Newark," the driver Jim said. At that, Debbie felt the van slowing down, then turning off the highway.
"Where are we going?" she asked, feeling the first sense of nervousness since she hitched. Thoughts about perverted drivers filtered back into her mind.
"Oh, down the road a bit. Lee has a place up here somewhere. We're dropping him off before going on."
"Oh."
The three men picked up her tone of nervousness and started explaining their move a little further. "We play in a band . . . just got back from a gig in New York ... the Village. But ain't much goin' on now, so we're splittin' up for a while. Me and Bill live close by up north ... but Lee there's different."
The three of them laughed strangely and Debbie settled back down, satisfied with the explanation. I can always run, she thought to herself as the van lumbered up the narrow road.
When it stopped again, she heard the engine shut off.
"Come on inside and get warm. We'll get a beer or somethin' and go on," Jim said, pulling back the black drapes.
Debbie shrugged. She thought it would be all right. They seemed like nice people. And if they wanted to take advantage of her, they certainly would have tried something by now.
She stepped from the van and looked around. Tall pines grew almost up to the tiny log cabin's walls. They were in the middle of a forest ... or so it seemed. She could hear nothing but their own breathing. The snow was nearly two feet deep. It covered everything-the cabin, the ground, the sagging tree branches. A full moon silvered the landscape while above thousands of bright stars sparkled against a black sky.
"Come on. It's freezing here," Jim said, rubbing his hands briskly together and running up to the porch.
The others followed, Debbie bringing up the rear. She heard the door open and saw the light flick on. How warm and inviting it seemed. She felt the first pleasant feeling glow through her for a while.
"Oh!"
"Don't worry about him," Jim said, bending down after Lee shut the door behind Debbie, turning on the furnace. A large black and gray German shepherd shot for the tall thickly built blond, his pink tongue hanging out of one corner of his mouth. He jumped on the big man, barking loudly, his dark brown eyes sparkling with good humor.
"I've got some neighbors down the road who look in on Champ here when I'm gone. It's been a month, eh, boy?" He ruffled the dog's fur, hugging him tightly while the others raided the refrigerator. Debbie sat down on a wooden chair and looked around. It was a hunting cabin with few comfortable furnishings. She couldn't believe this was Lee's living quarters.
"Beer?" Bill offered, stretching out one hand.
"No, thank you," she said, growing slightly uncomfortable as the others continued to drink. She sat quietly, listening to their talk about musical gigs that didn't pan out.
After nearly an hour passed, the blonde became anxious, wondering when they were going to get going. The cabin was growing hot. She had taken off her jacket and now slid the long sleeves of her blouse up to her elbows. Bill and Lee were getting drunk and Jim was faring little better. She couldn't imagine them getting on the highway like that. Debbie was about to say something when Jim turned to her and leered.
"How about a little prepayment for the trip to Albany?" he asked, his eyes narrowing while a sly smile crossed his lips.
"What?"
An icy feeling of terror crept across her mind as she shrank back in her chair.
"You heard him," Lee slurred, leaning against the chair his buddy was sitting in.
"Yeah, a little action, you know?" Bill added, rubbing one hand over his crotch while putting his beer on the table.
Debbie's eyes widened. Oh, God, she was in the same position she'd been in yesterday with her stepfather. But this time she was trapped by three men! Behind her, she heard the dog growling.
"Please, I ... I don't . . . don't want to. Please, I have to visit my aunt in . . ."the young woman begged, tears springing to her eyes. Was there no one in the world she could trust?
"Yeah, they all don't wanna. But man stick a hot cock in 'em and they cry 'cause they're so damned hot," Jim said. The others laughed.
"I won't!" she cried, getting up so quickly Debbie knocked the chair over. The German shepherd scrambled to his feet, barking loudly while Debbie grabbed her jacket and shot toward the door.