Chapter 9
Frank finished stripping as soon as the three of them were in the bedroom. He stood before the two girls stark naked and they looked at him with an expression indicative of both scorn and desire. They were becoming more independent and aggressive by the minute.
"It's too bad you can't fuck both of us at the same time," Carla commented. "I guess that's impossible."
"Not for me," Frank gloated.
"Do you have an extra prick you've been hiding from me or something?" Jennifer added.
"Just follow my instructions and we can have a real ball," Frank concluded. "I can't get my prick into both of you at once of course, but I can do it in a way so that you'll both feel it moving."
"Go ahead," Carla answered. "I've got to see this for myself. What are we supposed to do?"
Frank gave the girls instructions and they hastened to comply. Jennifer lay down on her back on the bed and Carla, using her friend as a bed, followed suit. It took but a few moments for them to adjust themselves so that they were perfectly comfortable.
Frank looked at his prick and noted that it was in a state of full erection. He got on top of the girls, who appeared to him as nothing more than a cunt sandwich. He went down onto his knees on the bed and worked his cock into the lower of the openings.
As his huge cock glided into Carla's pussy, Jennifer could feel it brushing through the V of her cunt, dragging irritatingly across her clitoris. It was true, he could turn both of them on at the same time. She had to admit that Frank was quite admirable in some ways.
Carla tried to arch her back so that the big cock would go all the way into her cunt. It was impossible to move the two bodies on top of her, but the adaptable girl soon found that it was quite pleasant to service the first five inches of him in her tight little snatch.
As a matter-of-fact, she soon found it a very desirable variation. Owing to the strange angle of penetration, his cock would bang up against her clitoris before being deflected into her slit. It was like being fucked in two different ways simultaneously.
As for Frank, the position had come to him as a sudden inspiration. It was certainly nothing that he had ever had occasion to try before that very moment. Frank was not an aficionado of orgies. The thought of one had never appealed to him, although he had to admit that his prejudices were being shattered then and there.
This was really something, he reflected. Two of them at once. Twin pussies to invade and conquer. He wondered if he would be able to hold out for more than a few seconds with that kind of stimulation. The two of them were really too much.
Carla liked the feel of the bloated tip of his prick crashing into her cunt and then rotating itself around, stretching her pussy walls apart. She didn't need any deeper penetration like that, at least for the moment. Later on she might decide to try something a little different, something involving good hard deep fucking.
Frank found it difficult to hold his position, despite the intense sensations that were wracking his genitalia. It put a strain on the muscles of his back and he would have liked to have laid his weight directly on top of Jennifer, which would have been impossible for the girl on the bottom to tolerate.
He resigned himself to the position, thinking that he would fire his wad within a couple of seconds. It would be a real coup to make both girls come with him, but that was aiming a little high. Besides, they seemed capable of taking care of themselves.
Jennifer found herself quite close to orgasm as well. It was great to feel the cock sliding against her cunt at the same time that Carla's bush tickled her asshole. Carla's tits also were in perpetual contact with her back. Every time the girl on the bottom moved her big boobs would caress Jennifer, driving her to the very brink of shooting her load.
"Come on," Carla moaned. "I'm almost there. Fuck me harder and I'll cream all over you."
Frank could hardly believe his good luck. It looked like both the little sluts would come before he did, if he could only hold it back for a few minutes more. Once that happened they'd be eating out of the palm of his hand. He'd be able to do anything to them.
Jennifer was the first to come, despite her unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable position. She felt his cock slide across her cunt once more and then she exploded without warning. The luscious beauty bucked her body forward, practically crushing Carla, and then screamed aloud as she emptied her pussy.
That made it all the easier for Frank to fuck Carla into submission. Jennifer slid to the side and his cock went two inches deeper into her slit. Frank knew that she would come within three or four strokes. He grinned down at her and invited her to get off.
Carla whimpered softly and then succeeded in shooting her wad. She creamed all over Frank's cock and now he was able to shove it all the way into her, while Jennifer lay next to Carla, caressing her big soft tits. Frank himself could not hold out any longer.
He slammed his prick in faster and faster and then felt his balls exploding, shooting out a double load of come into that welcoming aperture. He subsided slowly, feeling the last drop of come trickle out of his cock, burning his urinary tube as it did so.
"That was really something," Jennifer sighed. "I thought I was really going to explode. How about it, Frank? Are you ready to fuck us again?"
"Sure thing," Frank answered. "This time we're going to do it differently though."
"Oh let's do it the same way again," Carla pleaded. "I really dug that. Well switch positions Jenny."
"No dice," Frank answered. "I'm giving the orders around here. I want you two to get down on your hands and knees so that I can alternate between your twats."
The two girls looked at Frank and realized that it would be wise to obey him. His prick was still rock-hard and seemed to have swollen beyond its normal hugeness. There was a strange look in his eye which was not at all comforting to behold. He looked like he was ready to eat them alive, as if only that could satisfy his lust.
Frank felt essentially the same way they imagined him to feel. He knew suddenly that he would never be satisfied, that these two vixens would stimulate to the point where he would fuck them to death. His prick was raging and nothing on earth would make his erection wilt.
The two girls dropped down into position and gave their captor a thrilling view of their asses. Four gorgeous pink buttocks were before Frank's eyes. Each set revealed a dripping pink slit and a tiny rosebud asshole, all for him to fuck at his leisure.
He decided to fuck Jennifer first. He would alternate between their cunts for a while and then switch to their assholes, giving them no warning and no opportunity to escape his clutches. More and more he was thinking in irrationally aggressive terms.
Jennifer sighed with relief as Frank's cock glided into her asshole. He hadn't meant to do it that way but the sight of that tiny pink flower was impossible to resist. Frank shrugged his shoulders and told himself not to worry. Things were still partly under his control.
This time Jennifer found that it was quite pleasant to take it up the ass. It hurt a little at first, but it was nice to feel the enormous weapon probing her so deeply, almost splitting her apart. She thought that she could even be brought to orgasm in that manner.
Frank gave her three or four strokes and then switched over to Carla, shoving his prick right into her dripping little cunt. She groaned with pleasure and moved her ass into him, digging her tits into the rough nap of the carpet on which she knelt.
Frank would draw back and then plunge forward, shoving his cock in with incredible violence and twisting it around her in a way that would destroy a lesser woman. Carla seemed absolutely immune to pain and it was a pleasure to be able to fuck her like that.
Frank was beginning to go out of his mind with lust.
His thoughts went in a dizzying spiral, revolving around the thousands of positions he could use with these two females. There was just no end to it; he wouldn't ever be able to try all of them.
For the moment he was content to fuck the two young sexpots in that very mundane position he had suggested. What the hell, he told himself in a moment of lucidity, a cunt is a cunt no matter how it's presented. He could get his rocks off fucking them any way at all.
It was impossible to choose between the four available orifices which frustrated and flustered him completely. He tried to fuck them in order but forgot the arrangement as soon as one of them appealed to him on an unconscious level. It was just simply impossible to remember for two minutes which hole he had just finished fucking.
Nor were the girls any help to him. Both were greedy little sluts, willing to tell any lie to get his undivided attention. Actually, they had made a game of it and were taunting him in their own subtle way. In Frank's state of mind the irony was completely unperceived.
He stayed with Jennifer for awhile, discovering again that she was his favorite. Carla was just too cold and independent for his tastes. She was easy to turn on but seemed to think of him only as a machine. Jennifer was far easier to reach on an emotional level. It was never hard to get a rise out of her.
His huge prick slammed into Jennifer's cunt and Frank left it buried to the hilt, so that his wiry pubic hair brushed irritatingly against her wide open labia. Jennifer ignored the searing pain and moved her ass against him, feeling some of the hairs brushing her bunghole.
Frank pushed forward and then started to get to his feet, actually lifting Jennifer off the floor, so that she was hanging from his cock. Frank felt as if his weapon was made of tempered steel, as if nothing on earth could harm or bend it.
He put Jennifer down immediatedly, knowing that he would hurt her if they continued in that vein. She sighed with relief and invited him to fuck her at his own pace. She was near enough to orgasm not to worry about how he serviced her twat.
Frank reamed her cunt out for a while and then withdrew his prick completely, walking over to Carla and shoving it into her asshole. She was an amazing girl, he told himself. At the age of twelve she could have her bunghole reamed out without pain or damage. Not a single drop of blood stained that charming receptacle.
Carla moaned and groaned as he fucked her. She was not quite so immune to pain as he suspected but her will was so strong that she could force herself to tolerate any assault. The pain actually turned her on, increasing her pleasure to the breaking point.
Frank shoved his prick back into Carla's twat and the exhausted girl realized that she was ready to come. She shoved her ass backward, practically knocking Frank over with the force of her movement. He held onto her tightly, refusing to let his cock slide out.
He reamed her carefully and then Carla rewarded him by shooting her load, drowning his prick and balls with come so that some of the golden fluid ran down his thighs, all the way to the knee. He left his prick inside her for a few seconds and then withdrew it only after she had finally stopped moving her ass.
It was Jennifer's turn to be sent to heaven and Frank hurried over to her with his cock brandished in his hands. He wasted no time in shoving it into her cunt, knowing that it would not take a hell of a lot to get her going. She was beginning to moan already.
Jennifer strained every muscle in her body, desperately trying to pull more of his cock into her inflamed body. Her labia had become red and puffy, looking like a piece of old meat. She was beginning to dry out and wanted to come before it got too painful.
With Frank fucking her like that it was easy to do. She felt his cock slam into her uterus and then felt her pussy walls contract as she shot her load. She, too, drenched Frank's legs and genitals with a copious stream of hot frothing cunt honey.
Frank continued to fuck Jennifer's cunt until he, too, was ready to fire his salvo. His orgasm was not especially powerful this time, to the point where he actually felt cheated. His prick was still hard and ready and he decided to go right back to work on them.
"Hey, wait a minute," Carla told him. "Let's change positions. I'm getting sore from doing it this way."
"Shut your fucking mouth," Frank told her. "I'm the master here. You do what you're told or I'll wring your fucking neck for you."
Carla shut up immediately. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was in the clutches of a madman. Even with her limited experience, she could tell that his sex drive was abnormally strong. Who knew whether he would let them go home or keep them there all night, slaves to his uncontrollable lust.
He approached her directly, determined to punish the girl for her presumption. He held her buttocks closely together and then shoved his cock into the narrow passage until it entered her asshole. His encircling knees prevented Carla from spreading her legs.
In that posture, anal sex was incredibly painful, even for a stoic like Carla. Her asshole was closed shut except for the huge thick cock that was tearing it to pieces. She moaned aloud and started to beg for mercy, saying anything that came into her mind.
"Stop it," she pleaded. "I'll do anything for you. I'll blow you or fuck you another way. You're hurting me too much. I'm beginning to bleed. Please stop."
"He'll stop all right," a familiar voice shouted. "Let me get my hands on this fucking pervert."
It was Jennifer's father, drunk as usual, who had somehow managed to sneak into the house. He pulled Frank off the girl and began to berate the bewildered man, calling him every filthy name in his memory. Frank stood like a statue as the diatribe continued.
"You sick misfit," he began. "I'll have you lynched for this, you child fucker. You perverted degenerate scumbag. I'll cut your balls off."
"Says you, pop," Frank answered. "Well see who's going to get what done around here."
Frank raised his hand over his head and brought it down across the man's face. He staggered across the room and then balanced himself against the wall, immediately leaping forward to attack Frank. Unfortunately the object of his attack was more than ready for him.
Frank met the man with a hard right hand to the jaw. His legs went out from under him and Frank aimed a kick at his midsection that the man narrowly avoided. Somehow he managed to get to his feet and attack Frank again, this time with greater success. Frank had been sure that he would not get up again.
"Get him Daddy," Jennifer yelled. "He tried to kill us. Break every bone in his body."
The two girls stood against the wall and watched the rest of the fight. The two men were quite evenly matched. Jennifer's father was taller and stronger but Frank was twenty years younger and in far better condition. It was impossible to tell who was going to win.
Frank took a hard left to the eye and countered with a short right uppercut to the solar plexus. He took another good left and decided that things were getting out of hand. This guy was too strong for him and he was going to have to find a way to cut him down to size.
Frank backed up slightly, inviting the man to pursue him. As his opponent stepped into the trap, Frank raised his leg and kicked him in the balls, sending him down once and for all. The man remained conscious but was paralyzed with pain, unable to move a muscle, even to cover his body from attack.
"Now cocksucker," Frank told him, "I'll give you the pleasure of seeing your slut daughter suck me off. Her and her sick friend together."
He called the girls over to him and told them to get into position on their hands and knees. They would have to suck him off just as they had done earlier in the evening. Jennifer tried to run over to her father but Frank warned her not to do so.
"Stay away from him," Frank commanded her. "You do as I say from now on. I want you girls to put on a real good show for Daddy. First thing I want you to do is lick my toes so he can see what a good slave you are."
"I won't do it!" Jennifer shouted. "You can't make me!"
"Listen dear heart," Frank told her, "you do it or I'm going to rip his balls off and hang them on the wall. I've taken enough shit from you two."
"Do what he says," Carla cautioned. "He's getting dangerous. Don't let him get angry at you."
Jennifer looked over at her father and then sank to the ground to her hands and knees. She lowered her head and let her long pink tongue slide out of her mouth and make contact with Frank's bare toes. She licked them carefully, trying to avoid the foul taste.
Frank continued to bark at her, commanding the poor girl to lick under the nails and clean him off properly before he made her father do it instead. Jennifer was forced to obey, knowing that he would make good on his threats. All of this was her fault and she didn't know how she'd ever go home again.
Frank then ordered her to eat out his asshole, turning around so that her father could get a good view of the action. He bent over forward and shoved his ass out, spreading his buttocks with his hands. Poor Jennifer had no choice but to do his bidding.
She snaked her long pink tongue into his asshole and ate it out greedily, noticing to her horror that she really enjoyed doing it in her father's prescence. She and Frank were two of a kind she realized, fated to meet each other and see their passion through to the end.
She finished licking his asshole and stood up to receive the next set of orders. Frank was delighted with her willing compliance. That and the presence of her father was turning him on more and more. More than that, he was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
His passion had now devolved onto Jennifer. He had no more desire for Carla or for any other girl. He could not refuse Jennifer but if he got out of town that very night he would never have to see her again. Then he could start a new life with more normal interests.
He thought that he had escaped at last and was almost tempted not to have Jennifer blow him before her father. But something told him to go through with it, that he had to see things to the end. Otherwise, he might not get the perversion out of his system.
Jennifer was down on her knees before him, looking up with an expression of complete understanding. He thought that she was reading his mind, although in that case she would not have looked so happy and content. There wasn't a chance on earth that he would take her to California now that he understood her.
Jennifer took his prick and guided it to the back of her throat. It felt great to be sucking him off like that, especially before the unbelieving eyes of her father. It probably wouldn't be hard to put on an act, pretend that she was being forced to do it.
Then she could come home eventually and tell them that he had raped her and Carla, lured them to his house with some sort of false promise. They would believe her because they wanted to. Otherwise, they would have to accept the fact of her rampant sexuality.
She forgot all about her thoughts as the big cock went all the way into the back of her throat. She opened up wide and let it slide in to the hilt, noticing that her father was staring at her in astonishment. He still couldn't move but was now more aware of things around him.
Frank held Jennifer by the head and forced her to hold on to the full length of his enormous cock. Then he allowed it to slide out slightly, noticing that she was reluctant to relinquish even the base of his weapon. She began to suck him off again immediately, using every impassioned stroke she knew.
Frank shoved his prick all the way into her mouth and felt her arms encircling his ass. Her hands were soft and warm and loving. They had caressed his body a million times but would never do so again. He would never see the little angel again, as long as he lived.
Jennifer's lips stretched to take him all in and her face turned red and sweaty before long. Frank seemed absolutely tireless, fucking her mouth with an energy that belied the two exhausting hours they had already shared. She wondered what she had to do to make him come.
Frank actually did not make the luscious beauty wait for very long. His prick moved faster and faster as he thought of his impending departure. He shoved it in one last time and celebrated his final orgasm of the night. The come shot out of his prick in three discrete streams.
Jennifer tried to get it all down but felt as if she was being drowned in the stuff. She spit out his prick and received the final libation all over her face. The semen rocketed into her eyes and nose and she could hardly raise the strength to wipe it away.
"Well, take it easy everybody," Frank announced. "Sorry I can't take you with me Jenny, but you better take care of your father. Take it slow, Carla."
"Don't go!" Jennifer shouted.
"Sorry, kid," Frank told her. "I got to get my ass out before the posse shows up."
Frank walked out the door and decided to abandon his luggage and belongings. The less he remembered of that place, the better. He pulled his coat on and began to run in the direction of the railway station, singing to himself as he proceeded.
Frank reached the station within fifteen minutes, giving him plenty of time to catch the midnight train to Los Angeles. He bought his ticket and sat down in the lobby to read a magazine while he waited. There was only one other passenger in the waiting room.
He couldn't help but notice the man. It was the schoolteacher, Mr. Smith, whom he had met a few months ago. The poor guy looked scared and he had so much luggage with him that you couldn't escape the thought that he too, was in the process of blowing town.
"What's going on?" he asked, sliding over to the man. "You look like the law's on your tail."
"I might as well tell you," he answered. "I got an anonymous letter yesterday and I have to leave."
"What kind of letter?" Frank asked.
"I was fucking one of my students and somebody must have spied on us," Mr. Smith answered. "I felt that I just had to leave."
"I know just how you feel," Frank answered. "I had a little thing going here too, that just blew up on me. We can fly the coop together."
The two men sat down together to pass the time and each took his turn in explaining what had happened. Oddly enough, the names of their various partners never came out, as if each man were treasuring it and refusing to share even the sound.
Frank walked off by himself to think things over for a few minutes. It was comforting to know that someone else shared his perversion but he wondered if it hadn't been more of an accident than anything else for Mr. Smith. The guy didn't seem to feel an attraction for young girls with the same intensity Frank did.
He thought back all the way to his youth, to the way it had started on the beach. Who could tell what had happened to Martha. Probably it hadn't affected her that strongly. She was rich and privileged and could always bury her past behind those shields.
He had to live with it and it struck him that so far, he had gotten out of things rather easily. Glenda, for example, a girl whom he had taken his pleasure of and then left without a further thought. She too, had quickly disappeared from his life.
Frank heard a whistle at that point as the train pulled into the station. Well, there was no reason to get on board immediately. It would stay for twenty minutes and he wanted to savor a last impression of the town he was escaping after so many weird adventures.
He would never see Martha again he realized. Nor would he ever run into Judy and Carla, the other two girls he had been fucking in Laneville. Already the two of them were fading in his memory, even though he had just left the arms of the latter.
At that point, he thought finally about Jennifer. There was no doubt about it, she was the girl who had reached him most intensely, probed the deepest into his secret desires. It had all come down to her magnificent body in the end and now he was about to escape that final temptation.
He headed for the train and saw that Mr. Smith was having trouble with his baggage. He grabbed hold of two suitcases and helped him walk to the train. Mr. Smith thanked him profusely, still nervous as a cat over making his getaway.
Then they were standing at the train waiting to board. Frank heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like approaching footsteps but he was sure that that was only his guilty conscience speaking. Then he saw something that almost knocked him off his feet.
Jennifer came running up to him, carrying a suitcase, completely out of breath. It was easy to tell that she had run the whole way from his house, probably leaving her father in Carla's hands. It was impossible, just after he was sure that he had left her.
"Come on!" she screamed. "Help me onto the train. I've got to get out of here too."
"Get away from me!" Frank shouted, going completely to pieces. "I don't want anything to do with you. I have to get away from you."
"Tough shit," Jennifer answered. "We're getting out of here together, just like you promised."
Frank stepped aside to let her onto the train and Jennifer quickly took him by the arm. She led the confused man to a seat in the corner, far out of the range of vision of Mr. Smith.
Frank sat beside her, completely demoralized by her presence. He would never be able to get rid of her now and of course, she would be a perpetual reminder of his need for young girls. He closed his eyes and waited for the long train ride to begin.
If he were able to, he would have hoped to be able to go back and start all over with the happenings and occurences which had led to his end. He knew that if he had known the consequences of some of his acts he never would have done them in that manner, and he wished for a chance to rework the life which had led him to the uncomfortable position which he was in now.
But he had hope, too, for he knew that even the darkest futures could still be brightened up by something unknown and delightful still to come. Just as the unknown had been responsible for his being as unhappy as he was at the moment, so there was always a possibility that it would do him a good turn in the times to come.
The train lurched ahead caring not for the passengers' comfort or safety. He watched the scenery go by through the window, and the children waving at the passing train made him smile. They still had trust in the world that things could turn out for them. If he could get to that point again he would be a happy man for a change. All he had to was try. He knew he could do it if he wanted to badly enough.