Chapter 3

Sam the German shepherd stood by the back door, lolling his tongue and wagging his tail with pleasure at seeing Julie. The girl finished locking up her bike and then opened the door, giving Sam an absent pat on the head as she went into the house.

"Hello," she called. "Is anybody home?" Silence answered.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't have stood a repetition of the bizarre scene she'd witnessed yesterday. And who knew what Don would do if he came back? He was obviously a full-fledged sadist.

Julie opened the icebox and bent over. In the produce drawer were a head of lettuce, a couple of cucumbers, and an apple. She took the apple, closed the refrigerator again, and washed the apple in the sink. Drying the apple on the hem of her t-shirt, she leaned against the counter and began to eat.

Unbidden, images of yesterday sprang up behind her blue eyes. She still couldn't believe it! Her mother was having an affair with her father's business partner! The fact of the betrayal was a stunning reality. But the things they had done! That torrid scene, with Marge Sanders, Julie's own mother, draped naked over Don Weber's body, impaling her face ecstatically on his unbelievably long bar of cock! Her lush hindquarters squirming and rolling and smearing her widely-spread pussy lips all over his upturned, greedy face!

And what had happened after-the way Don had begun slapping Julie's mom, had tied her with the lamp cord and whipped her till her pale body was a mass of angry welts. And the way Marge had shrieked and begged with him to stop as he plunged that spar of prick into her asshole. The way he'd seemed to get more and more turned on the more Marge screamed and struggled, till at last he'd blasted his jism in a boiling torrent up the woman's ass.

Julie took a bite out of the apple and shook her head. It was all too terrible to believe. Like a scene out of hell.

The strange thing was, her thoughts did not dwell on the pain and sadistic glee she'd witnessed. Julie's mind kept returning to what she had seen earlier. Her mom and Don Weber enthusiastically eating each other. Her mother's classically beautiful face, with creamy come running down her chin from a corner of her mouth.

The way Julie herself had reacted.

The touch of her own hand on her pussy mound had felt sooooo good. She had never felt anything like it before. And then when she had stroked a slim finger over her pussy slit, teased open the fragile cunt lips and slipped the finger into the slithery wetness of her pussy .. .

She was feeling it again. The same trembling, hot-all-over sensation. Chewing a bite of the fruit, she laid a hand over the tender bulge of her cunt. Did she feel dampness on her white cotton shorts?

With uncertain fingers she undid her fly. She remembered what she had thought yesterday, that the need to experience those strange, wonderful, irresistible feelings could make a woman do all kinds of peculiar things-like betray a loving husband of many years. She understood then that she was no different. She would do almost anything to bring back the white-hot intensity of that first orgasm . . .

Her fingers touched moist pubic fur. She lifted her fingers to her nose and sniffed delicately. It was definitely there, the tart tang of needy cunt.

She tossed the apple core into the sink. Already she was breathing faster. She looked down at herself. Two points had appeared where the cloth of her t-shirt covered her budding, braless boobs. She cupped a hand over a small tit. She squeezed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" It felt nice! Experimental­ly, she took the taut nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.

She gasped. It was as if an electric current had surged through her chest. Her jug seemed to swell in her hand, subtly vibrating with erotic energy.

Her other hand crept to her crotch. It slid inside her panties. They were definitely moist. Reluc­tantly she took her hand from her young boob and pulled shorts and underpants down over the soft feminine swelling of her hips, down her long tapering thighs and calves. She kicked off her blue-striped tennis shoes and stepped out of her clothing.

Cool air licked the moist lips of Julie's pussy. Air currents molded themselves caressingly around her ass, its paleness contrasting to the sun-baked brown of her thighs. She pulled the t-shirt off over her head and stood naked but for the white bikini of her un-tanned tits and groin.

What if Mom should walk in right now? Or Rob? She licked her lips, deliciously excited at the chance she might be discovered in her wanton nakedness. Would her mom yell at her, or would she perhaps realize her performance with Don Weber the day before had had an unseen audience?

And Rob-what would he do? Back out embarrassedly? Or would the front of his jeans tent out to the hardening of his cock, the way Julie's t-shirt did when her nipples swelled?

Idly, Julie wondered what her older brother's prick was like. She remembered the log-like cock she had seen her mother riding on that night so long ago, the mighty prick that belonged to her now-disabled father. Had Rob inherited Ben Sanders' cock?

Get hold of yourself, kid, Julie told herself. You're treading close to incest. She shook chestnut bangs out of her blue eyes and ran her hand over her nude body.

She felt good to herself. Her skin glowed with the warm vitality of youth. Her palms seemed to make her body tingle as they ran down, down across the cherry-tipped peaks of her tits, over the gentle dome of her belly, down to the triangle of cunt fur nestled between her thighs.

She cupped both hands over her cunt bun, letting the sweet sauces drip from her slit over her fingers. Just the light pressure of her palms was enough to speed her heartbeat and cause a little tickling of lust deep in her virgin twat. "Mmmmmmm, yes," she cooed.

She touched a long-nailed fingertip to the upper end of her pussy slash. Remembering her sex education courses at school, she teased the finger --into the vee-shaped notch of pink pussy flesh, seeking her clitoris. She was told that the clit was the center of her sexual being, that the small nerve-rich node could, properly handled, fill her with the sweetest sexual delights possible.

Then it happened. The tip of the finger touched the little pearly clit, peeking out from its hood. The contact seemed to strike sparks in her cunt. "Ooooooh!" she gasped. Bright lights danced before her eyes.

God, that was tremendous! She sagged back against the counter for support, her butt cheeks splaying out against the cool tile. Biting her lip, she touched her clit once more. "Oh! Yes! Yesssss­ssssss! That feels goooo-ood!"

She was having trouble catching her breath now. Her nubile young body was shaking with lust. She knew what had made her mother unfaithful to Ben Sanders. She knew what had made her mother squirm and grovel and slobber on Don Weber's stalk of cock.

Julie needed a cock! She wanted to have her untapped pussy stuffed full to overflowing of vibrant, vital, male prick! She wanted to fuck!

She slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling the elastic walls close in around the digit like an oily glove. She fucked her finger in and out a few times, producing a sucking sound. It felt nice, but something was missing.

She tried putting another finger up her cunt. That was nicer. It stretched the inner pussy-lining some, with a sensation the girl couldn't even have imagined before this. Another finger, and warm well-being surged up from her pussy, spreading upward through her belly and making her tit-tips glow with a life of their own.

The little finger went into the wet well of Julie's pussy. Sucking in her breath, she drove all four fingers to the knuckle in her cunt. Hot pussy sauces flooded down into the palm of her hand. "Ah! Oh God!" she cried. She jerked the fingers out, drove them in again. "Jeeeeezus!"

Furiously, Julie began to fuck her fingers in and out of her quim. Cunt juice flew in a fine spray. Her thighs were dewed with drops of the delectable pussy honey. Her free hand crawled like a small brown animal up her belly to close itself over a tit. Julie moaned deep in her throat and finger-fucked herself harder.

As though of their own volition, the fingers of her other hand parted. The nipple sprung out between them, quivering with passion in the cool afternoon air. She closed the fingers again, clamping the nipple between them. Her young boob filled with delight.

"Ohhh-unnnh! Ohhh-uunnnh! Oooooohh­hh-UNH!" Julie grunted in time to the plunging of her forgers in and out of her aroused cunt. She could barely contain the lust that built up in her body. She had never experienced feelings so intense.

But something was still missing! Her cunt was wolfing down her stiffened fingers, but that was just an appetizer-her hungry pussy wanted more!

She thought of Ben Sanders' fat, fat cock driving up between her mother's butt cheeks. That's what she needed! Something long and hard and thick to drive up her demanding cunt!

An idea formed in her lust-fevered mind. On shaky legs the horny adolescent staggered to the icebox. Her hand left her tit throbbing with disappointment to pull open the door. The girl's brown hair fell toward the floor as she bent over, fingers fumbling for the produce drawer. Her ass cheeks split apart. The air felt icy as it blew up her sweaty crack and bathed the dripping lips of her cunt. Her fingers kept up their fucking in ... out ... in ... out!

Her vision seemed blurred by passion. There was what she wanted-a cucumber. Nine inches of thick green hardness, and perfectly shaped to slide up between her tan thighs and fill her cunt with joy! She picked it up and reeled back, not even closing the refrigerator in her sudden frenzy of need.

She pulled the fingers out of her pussy. They were shiny with her cunt honey, and tended to stick together. How to do this? Her cunt throbbed greedily in time to her pounding heartbeat, sending a message to her brain-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!

Two fingers slid back into the morass of her cunt. She let her weight back against the counter as she bent over to guide the cucumber home in her pussy. The fingers spread the lips of her pussy wide. A trickle of cunt sauce drooled from the gaping gash and ran down her leg.

The tip of the cucumber touched her yawning pussy mouth. It felt like a bar of ice. Julie pushed inward. Like the thin end of a wedge the end of the vegetable entered the vestibule of her cunt.

"Awwwwwwwww-!" Julie's mouth worked as though trying to form words. All that came out was a long-drawn, incoherent sound of adolescent passion churned to a frenzy.

And then it was in her! Julie felt the coolness of the cucumber sliding into her cunt. The little knobs on its skin pushed at her pussy walls in a million different ways. And the stretching! The sensation of her pussy membrane being forced wide by the entry of the vegetable was as unbearably delightful as the friction of the thick, green fruit on the slippery cunt walls.

Sweat stood out in little glittery beads on her heaving jugs. It wasn't hot, and her nakedness and the gaping refrigerator made the room seem even cooler. But her whole body was sheened in a coat of perspiration!

The cucumber stretched and stretched Julie's virgin cunt till it seemed it couldn't take in any more. Blinking, the girl looked down to where the green hardness disappeared into her cunt.

Little more than half the vegetable was buried in her sopping pussy!

She pulled the cucumber out again. Inch by inch the two-inch thick vegetable slid back into the light of day. Its pimply surface was shiny with the slick fluids of her twat.

It seemed to suck the breath from her body. Her belly hollowed to the erotic vacuum produced in her pussy tunnel as the cucumber retreated. She bit her lip-how could a person stand such ecstasy.

She sure as hell wanted to find out!

Getting a firmer grip on the cucumber, she stabbed it into herself like a long green dagger. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" she wailed. Her hips rocked from side to side, rubbing her ass against the rim of the counter. She couldn't help it-the tremendous currents of desire and delight flooding through her nubile nude body had taken control!

There was no stopping halfway this time. Again she felt her pussy distend incredibly to accom­modate the giant green dildo. It seemed her whole body would split apart, but she didn't care. What a way to go! When the cucumber was half buried in her cunt, she tightened her hold and kept pushing.

"Oh!" she gasped as another inch entered her oozing pussy. "It's too much-can't go on! Gotta stoooo-op!" But she could not stop. She had to have it all-had to have her cunt absolutely full of that unyielding hunk of cock-imitating cucumber!

The adolescent got her wish. Her fingertips felt the gooey kiss of her lathering cunt. She let go of the cucumber. It stayed put in her cunt, with only the tip showing from amidst the brown tangle of her cunt fur. She straightened up. Her pussy walls seemed to ripple around the intruder. She leaned back. Her nipples jutted at the ceiling and her gleaming hair spilled back over the counter. Taking a deep breath, she clenched the muscles of her curving stomach.

"Ahhhhhh-GOD!" Julie snapped forward like a released bow. The cucumber had seemed to expand inside her cunt as if about to explode! She knew it was an illusion caused by the untried muscles of her pussy closing on it, but it almost drove her out of her mind.

She grabbed the end of the vegetable protruding from her pussy. Cunt sauce cascaded down her thighs as she pulled it out. Not all the way just till a mere inch remained enveloped by her distended pussy lips. Then she drove it home. It felt like a locomotive raging down her greasy pussy channel. Out, and in again. Out-in-out-in!

"Yeeeeah!" she gasped. "It's too much! Can't . . . stand it! Oh God, I can barely see! Everything spinning around-my pussy's about to explode! So big . . . so HUGE! It's-it's-OMIGOD!"

A moment of stunned silence. The teenager stood poised on the balls of her bare feet. The cucumber was in her pussy to the hilt, its free end grasped by a trembling female hand.

"I'm COOOMMMM-iiiiinnnnnng!"

Julie doubled over as a hammer blow of pleasure hit her in the solar plexus. Her pussy seemed to collapse around the fist-thick invader. Mindlessly, she pulled the vegetable out, only to fuck it back immediately into her clenching, spasming pussy.

It was like her first orgasm, only a billion times more so. Every contraction of her pussy muscles seemed to crush her whole body in a giant's grip. Every relaxation of her cunt left her weak and washed out, trembling with exertion and unbridled passion.

But she couldn't stop fucking herself with the whole length of that hard, hard cucumber!

Julie's legs gave way. She slumped against the counter sobbing, fucking herself. This was incredible! Charges of dynamite seemed to be going off in her brain. The cucumber, impossibly, seemed to be writhing like a serpent inside her cunt. She was going to black out . . .

The sound of applause. "Good show, good show," said a masculine voice.

Julie looked up. She blinked her eyes to clear away the lustful haze obscuring her vision. The wild tempest of orgasm disappeared as if by magic.

Don Weber was leaning against the frame of the back door, leering at the naked girl. She became acutely aware of the rivulet of cunt juice dribbling down the inside of her leg. "Real nice," the tall man approved. "But wouldn't you like a partner?"

He took a step forward. Julie pushed off from the counter and ran from him. Her bare feet slipped on the tile, and running worked her pussy around the cucumber still planted in her cunt. It seemed to throb within her belly. Her legs wouldn't work right.

Somehow the panicking girl made it to the door into the living room. She slipped again, caught herself by one hand, hair flying . . . ... Only to fetch up hard against a tall, warm body. Julie was conscious of two enormous jugs pressed against hers, and then two strong arms closed about her in an unbreakable grip.

"That's it, Karin, hang onto the randy little slut," Don Weber said. Julie twisted her head to look at him. He was rummaging through the kitchen drawers.

Something clicked in the naked girl's head. "Karin?" she asked. "You're my father's secretary, aren't you? Let go of me right now, if you want to keep your job!"

"Aren't you forgetting something, sweetheart?" Don Weber asked. He came up behind the wildly struggling girl with a roll of black tape and a pair of scissors in his hands. "She works for me, too. Hold still, damn you!"

Julie heard a sizzling sound as Don wound tape around her wrists. She turned her head to look at her captor. An icily beautiful face looked down at her, high-cheek-boned and coldly-blue eyed, framed with shoulder-length platinum hair whose color had never come out of a bottle. The big-boobed secretary held the nude adolescent effortlessly as Don taped her wrists together.

"All right, bring her over here." Karin turned her around, gripped her by her now-immobile arms, and marched her towards the kitchen table. The cucumber felt odd inside her cunt. Karin brought her around and then shoved her so the edge of the table bit into her bare ass.

"Sit down," Don told her. She was unable to restrain a gasp from the twinge of pain the cucumber caused as Karin pulled her onto the table. The formica surface was chill beneath her buttocks.

"Let's get that out of the way," Don said. He took the protruding tip of the cucumber between thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. He nodded and grinned at the way it made her frilly cunt lips pooch out. Julie closed her eyes and gave an involuntary moan of pleasure as the knobbed green skin rasped over her clit.

"That's better." Don held the vegetable to his nostrils, sniffed, nodded, and pitched it into the sink. Then he reached down.

Julie opened her eyes in time to see Weber fish inside his pants for his cock. It sprang out. The stiff prick bobbed eagerly in the air, the hole in its tip staring at the naked girl like an eye.

"Don't hurt me!" she begged.

"Hurt you?" Don smirked. He wrapped his hand around the tremendous length of cock. "Why, this won't hurt you one little bit. Hold her steady, blonde bush!"

He bent the head of his long, long prick down till it touched the parted lips of Julie's cunt. It felt hot. Don licked his lips at the feel of wet pussy on his prick, and pressed forward with his hips.

The cock speared easily into Julie's cunt. It was slimmer than the cucumber, but different-deliciously so, despite the circumstances. Julie might be being raped by the man who had brutalized and ass-fucked her mother the day before, but she was still turned on from her session with the cucumber.

And the feel of warm, hard, living cock entering her still-damp twat was the most delicious sensation she'd ever felt!

Karin's hands were clamped like manacles on Julie's upper arms, but they weren't needed. "God," she murmured, and lay back. Her thighs spread wide to open her cunt to that thrusting, endless cock.

Don sighed as the tight wetness of a virgin pussy enfolded his ten-inch prick.