Chapter 3
The two children finished undressing and then faced each other directly, their fear a thing of the past. Frank took her in his arms and lay her down on the ground, admiring her magnificent body as he prepared to mount her. He knelt down beside her with his prick hard and ready.
"What the hell is going on here," a gruff voice shouted just behind his left ear.
Frank was pulled to his feet by two sets of hands, one hard and masculine and the other just like those of his beloved. He was thrown to the sand and sat there watching as Martha was berated by the two adults. It took several minutes for him to take it all in.
The two adults, black figures in the nacreous moonlight, screamed at their daughter, using words and concepts that neither child could understand. Soon Frank caught on to the general nature of their import and got quickly to his feet, intending to make a getaway.
He gathered his clothing and belongings and stood up in the eerie light to get a last look at Martha. At first she was almost unrecognizable, transformed into a small, shrieking child. Then a look of peace and defiance crossed her face as she met his gaze, a look that would haunt him until the end of his days.
Frank ran to the end of the beach, ignoring the cries of the angry parents. Let them try to catch him if they dared. He would lead them into the water and leave them to drown. He felt furious and vicious, warped by the denial of his innocent desires.
Frank dressed himself on the beach and then snuck back into the hotel. The room was empty, just as he had expected. His mother was out with her lover, doing the very things forbidden to him. Frank headed directly for the bathroom, determined to get some sort of relief.
He pulled his pants off again and noticed that his erection had not abated. His hand immediately went to the frustrated organ and he began to stroke it, slowly at first but then with ever-increasing violence. It was the only thing that could release his tensions.
He turned to face the mirror and was soon able to watch himself masturbating. He pounded furiously at his penis, making it go red and sore from the friction of his grip. Then he loosened his hold slightly only to move his hand faster yet, till he could hardly see it any more.
He shot his load suddenly and without warning, spraying his seed all over the mirror. Just as he was cleaning it up there was a sound of footsteps in the hall and he realized that his mother was coming home. He finished up quickly and then turned out the light.
His mother, as usual, had not the faintest notion that anything had gone wrong. She saw her son sleeping peacefully and once again was thankful for his independence. It had been a long night and she was ready for sleep. After all, they were going home quite soon.
Upon returning home Frank found his whole life colored by his recent frustration. He went through a period of loneliness and isolation, keeping to himself and nursing unpleasant fantasies. His mother continued her policy of laissez-faire throughout this period.
Frank became a good student thereafter for the first time in his academic career. He took out his libido in studies and found the company of books preferable to that of friends. He entered college after high school, having convinced his mother to foot the bill for his education.
At college he opened up somewhat, joining in on the craze for rock music and pot smoking. There had been one incident in college that he suddenly remembered, one that might have served as a symptom for his current maladies, one more thing he had repressed.
Frank had been living off campus at the time and had managed to befriend a local girl. Barnelly Falls was a small town, but far more sophisticated than Laneville. With this girl things had followed a far more predictable pattern, at first anyway.
Her name was Glenda Swarz, a local high school girl who lived in the neighborhood with a father who took little interest in her actions, spending the bulk of his time gambling and drinking. It was natural that Glenda would use her free time to explore some of the mysteries of sex with a handsome man like Frank.
Frank had started things off on a casual basis, not really thinking seriously about seducing the young beauty, not that she wasn't attractive enough to make such thoughts cross his mind. It was just that Frank was doing quite well sexually at the time.
Thus, having little need of her favors, he had been polite and solicitous with the girl but had never actively curried her acquaintance. However, Glenda was rather anxious to get to know him better and soon found opportunity to arrange a private meeting.
Even at the time Frank could hardly remember the meeting's rationale. It had been something to do with schoolwork, some book perhaps that he had promised to lend her. The upshot was that she was coming to his apartment alone, for reasons other than academic.
Right after he finished eating, Frank cleaned up the apartment slightly, thanking his stars that his roommate was to be out for the night. It would have been difficult to get anything going with George acting as competition for her favors.
As he waited for her arrival, Frank thought about Glenda. It was strange that he hadn't paid much attention to her. She had a real baby face and childish mannerisms as well, but her body made the girl more than worthwhile as a potential bedmate. He was glad that he had finally set something up with her.
Frank heard the doorbell ring just as he was thinking about her body. She was tall for her age and really built, with high firm breasts that jutted almost dangerously out from her slender chest. Her legs were equally good, long and muscular, with dimpled knees and a smooth creamy texture that made his mouth water.
Her ass was one of Glenda's best features, a little too large for her sylph-like frame perhaps, but voluptuous and full, firm and begging to be abused. He found himself getting hot just from thinking about her.
"Frank, it's nice of you to have me over," she began as he led her into the living room.
"Want a drink?" Frank asked. "Or do you really have to get down to work?"
"Not at all," Glenda answered. "I'd really prefer a joint if you've got one."
"Hey, don't tell me you smoke grass," Frank countered. "Aren't you a little young for that stuff."
"Come on," Glenda answered testily. "I'm not a child, despite this baby face. Sometimes I wish I'd looked like a dirty old whore."
"Would you like to act like one, too?" Frank asked, chuckling at her fantasies. "I think you'd be pretty good in the part if you worked at it."
"No thanks," Glenda answered. "I have trouble enough with men without getting into that."
"What kind of troubles could a good-looking chick like you have?" Frank asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Everybody treats me like a kid because I look so young. Other guys expect their girls to put out and my boyfriend is afraid to kiss me."
"You've got to find an older man," Frank answered. "Someone who could treat you like a woman."
"Yeah, just like you," Glenda answered sarcastically. "Come on and turn me on at least before you rape me. You could try to come on like a gentleman."
"All right," Frank answered. "Just let me roll a couple of joints. I'd like to get high with you."
Frank couldn't tell if the young girl was being honest or just bragging. He would have to take it easy on her. Some of these young girls led you on and then turned hysterical on you, bawling like infants and then running home to their mammas and poppas.
That was something that Frank intended to avoid at any cost. He would rather not waste his time on the girl than to get involved in a relationship that would reach outside the realm of sex. He liked the girl all right but had no intention of getting serious with her.
"Here we are," he said, walking back into the room with a handful of marijuana cigarettes. "You light the first one. I want to see how you high school girls smoke dope. Maybe you can teach me something."
Glenda had to suppress an urge to flare up at the sarcastic remarks. She was, after all, fifteen years old and no longer a virgin. That was one thing she had not yet told Frank, a trump card that she would hold back until able to make the best use of it.
She took a joint and put it into her mouth, accepting the lit match that Frank offered her. She inhaled lightly, letting the smoke drift out of the butt end of the joint and slide into her throat, whirling gently down into the center of her lungs.
The grass was strong and sweet but she found that it was easy to hold in without coughing. It was better stuff than anyone around the high school could supply, which figured, considering its source. The high school students looked up to their college brethren as the source of all sorts of mysteries and forbidden pleasures.
She smoked three or four joints with Frank and soon found the stuff going to her head. First it oppressed and confused the young girl but later things came back into focus and she found that she was enjoying herself immensely in Frank's good company.
Frank turned on some music and went over to sit with the confused but happy girl. The grass had worked its magic on him as well but he was far more able to cope with its disorienting effects. His mind was still quite clear, as were his desires.
Frank sat beside the girl who found his presence rather overwhelming. She had gotten lost in the intense physical and perceptual effects of the drug and had practically forgotten about her partner. Frank was determined to make his presence felt in the most direct manner.
He pressed the girl into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips, giving Glenda no chance to pull away. She thought to herself that things were going far too rapidly to keep under control. She wanted to fuck, but wasn't sure if she wanted it that soon.
"Hey, take it easy," she said nervously as soon as Frank had let her go. "Go slow."
"Take it easy yourself," Frank answered jocularly. "I'm calm as a clam. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, not even if you want me to."
"Maybe I wouldn't mind it," Glenda replied, trying to get things onto a more casual footing. "Maybe I'm a perverted masochist and you don't even know it."
"Well, I'll find out soon enough, won't I?" Frank concluded. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom."
Glenda got to her feet and followed him without complaint. There was no point trying to back out then and there. After all, she was no virgin. There wasn't a thing he could do to her that had not been done already. Still, her footsteps were uncertain and her throat dry as the lovely girl walked into the bedroom.
Frank walked into the room and turned off the overhead light so that the only illumination was provided by a small bedside lamp. He closed the windows against the rain and sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting to read his partner's latest mood.
By this time, Glenda was resigned to her fate. It had all been her doing and once she had accustomed herself to the grass the intelligent girl was quite clear about her motives and desires. There wasn't a reason on earth why she should not go to bed with him.
She sat down beside Frank and this time it was she who initiated the action. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Frank's, opening her mouth to take in his tongue. Frank plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her for a full three minutes.
Then he let his hands wander down to her tits, cupping the firm paps and cradling them in his palms. They were almost too large to hold, incredibly firm and swelling, heavy in his strong hands. Frank could hardly wait to see the gorgeous girl naked.
He plunged his hand down the neckline of her low-cut blouse and soon managed to free one of Glenda's breasts from her tight-wired brassiere. She sighed as his rough palms came into contact with her sensitive nipples, hoping that he would continue to find her attractive, the fear of rejection still in her mind.
He let go of her tits again, kissing the girl and reaching behind her to open her buttons. She was quite passive all the while, repressing her urge to reach out and play with his swelling prick which was obvious and throbbing behind the fabric of his pants.
Glenda was pretty liberated for a girl her age but would never think of initiating foreplay. It was simply not done by proper girls and she could not help but think of herself in that narrow bourgeois light. It was a matter of heredity and continuing indoctrination.
She sat there like a statue, letting Frank pull the blouse off her slender shoulders. He managed to get it off and then to unhook her brassiere, unveiling her luscious tits to his close inspection. Naked, they were far superior to the way he had found them in a swaddled condition.
Frank deftly unhooked her skirt and then slipped it around her hips and under her ass. Once it was off it was child's play to finish undressing her. Soon the lovely girl was stark naked and completely vulnerable, just as he wanted her to be. Frank wasted no time in going on the offensive.
He got up and removed his own clothing in record time, letting it scatter around the room as he pulled it off his muscular body. He looked at Glenda one last time and congratulated himself on his good fortune. She was even better than he had expected her to be.
Glenda had the smoothest, clearest skin he had ever seen. Every birthmark stood out clearly from the flawless surface. He sat down on the bed with her and kissed her yet again, this time allowing his body to sink down on top of her. In that position he was in full control.
He cupped his hands around her bare tits, caressing the soft globes and feeling the nipples harden in his hands. Then he kissed the lovely breasts, sucking the nipples into his mouth and causing the passionate girl to moan aloud with unslaked lustful desires.
Frank grew annoyed at her passivity and soon guided Glenda's hand to his throbbing prick. She hardly seemed to notice it at first but then her fingers closed around it and she began to manipulate the turgid organ, feeling it grow harder by the second.
"Don't worry, Glenda," Frank whispered solicitously. "I will be gentle with you. It won't hurt at all."
"What are you talking about?" Glenda replied. "I'm not a virgin. I've been fucking for years. You don't have to worry about me. I even take pills."
"You're not a virgin?" Frank asked incredulously. "That's impossible. You have to be."
Glenda looked at him with concern but Frank soon managed to hide his confusion. He was unaware of it at the time but somehow his mind had connected his present situation with the time in Florida when he had been frustrated in his attempt to take Martha's virginity.
His mind cleared almost immediately, although Frank could not completely forget the strange and unheralded association he had unconsciously made. He would have to think about it later in the evening, after he had finished fucking Glenda and had sent her home, again, a ruthless hunter with no love in his heart for his victim.
Fuck her, he thought.
He would take pleasure all right. Pleasure of the firl and then get her disquieting presence out of his life. It was a shame that the bitch had fucked him over like that.
Glenda sighed with anticipation as he lowered his body onto hers. There was nowhere to hide now, no way she could protect herself. She would have to give in, regardless of consequences. Frank was being nice to her but she still did not trust him.
Frank arched his body over the luscious girl and guided his prick home with his hands. It was possible that she had lied to him, that she really was a virgin. He was soon to find out that Glenda had been telling the truth, as it was quite easy to get into her.
He leaned his weight against his prick so that it glided easily into her snatch. Whoever had cracked Glenda had evidently known his trade, for his large prick seemed to cause her no pain at all, merely surprise which she would have noticed if it had been half that size.
Frank pushed all his weight down onto the girl until his prick was buried to the hilt. Glenda felt as if she were impaled on the big spear, as if he could have picked her up and carried her around the room without using his hands. It didn't hurt exactly, but was it pleasant?
Soon the confused girl sorted out her thoughts and desires and realized that she was being fucked far more competently than ever before. The boys at school could hardly match Frank's technique. He was bound to turn her on sooner or later if he kept fucking her that way.
Frank noticed the change in the girl and as he did so a weight dropped off his shoulders. Fucking her would be just like fucking a girl of his own age. There was nothing special about it, nothing at all out of the ordinary. He began to enjoy himself again.
Her cunt was able to take in the full length of his swollen cock but it was still tight and clinging, just the way he liked a cunt to be. It was a pleasure to watch his cock leave and re-enter its objective, never denied is passage, master of the body beneath him.
Glenda kept her eyes closed at this point, knowing that Frank was looking her over. He watched his prick slide out of her cunt so that only the tip was left buried. Then it would part her labia and glide back into the hole that seemed too small for its girth. It was a sign that Frank could have watched all night.
Frank raised himself up onto his palms and looked down at Glenda at his leisure. He preferred not to peruse her face too closely as it maintained that innocent childish look, even now when it was covered with a film of sweat and distorted by unfulfilled lust.
"How are you?" he asked, breaking a silence that was making him uncomfortable. 'I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"A little," Glenda confessed. "But I don't mind it. It feels good when you shove it in like that. Am I going to have an orgasm now?"
"Can't you tell for yourself?"
"I don't know," she replied candidly, between strokes of his probing organ. "I think I've had them but I'm not really sure. I just don't know."
"Well, I'll tell you if I notice one." Frank answered with mock solemnity. "Scout's honor."
Glenda blushed at his words, sorry that she had confided in the insensitive lout. Still, she bad to admit, for all his shortcomings, Frank was giving her the best fucking of her young life. If anyone could give her an orgasm it appeared that he was the man.
Frank chuckled to himself at her innocence but then decided to tease the pretty girl no longer. She was, after all, being rather nice to him, letting him fuck her without coyness or complaint. It was something you rarely got with a girl that age.
Glenda began to feel a stirring in her limbs. She grew hotter and hotter in the stuffy room but soon noticed that the source of heat was coming from within. Her cunt was going dry now but that was only increasing the pressure, driving his cock further into her hungry snatch.
"Come on," she pleaded. "Fuck me harder. Something's happening to me. I'm going to come now, I know I can do it. Fuck me harder, shove that thing into me."
"Take it easy," Frank cautioned. "Just relax and let your body do its own work. You'll come all right,"
It was quite obvious to Frank that the girl was on the verge of orgasm, perhaps her first. Her face was flushed and puffy, and her eyes practically closed. All he had to do was keep fucking her and she would be eternally grateful, willing to do him all sorts of favors.
He lowered his body on top of the girl and practically crushed the breath out of her. His prick traveled all the way into that luscious cunt, pinning her to the lumpy mattress. All he had to do was leave it in like that and let her finish at her own pace.
Glenda felt her limbs stiffen and then relax as her orgasm grew imminent. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling the sensation of lust pass throught her limbs, moving closer and closer to her cunt, making her move compulsively, crashing her pelvis up into the midsection of her lover.
Her pussy contracted completely and the helpless girl felt her eyes roll up as her cunt emptied its long stored up juices. Frank left his prick buried in her cunt and then looked down at her with complete satisfaction. Her orgasm had been a good ego builder.
"Did you like it," he asked. "That, I can assure you was the real thing. No doubt about it."
"It was beautiful," Glenda answered. "I thought I was going to explode. I never came like that before. You really know how to use that big thing of yours."
"Flattery will get you nowhere my dear," Frank answered facetiously. "You're still going to take mine."
"Go ahead," Glenda rejoined, feeling her confidence returning at last. "I'm ready for anything you give me. Come on, full my little twat with come."
She said it in such a child-like manner that Frank was immediately inflamed with lust. He shoved his prick into her again, burying it to the hilt and this time refusing to let it lie stationary within her clinging pussy. Now it was time for him to have some fun.
Glenda's orgasm had lubricated her tight cunt all over again. It was easy to slam it into her, crushing her beneath his broad chest and then withdrawing again slowly. Glenda would hold her breath while he did that, feeling stimulated again but afraid of the potential violence of her passionate handsome domineering lover.
Frank knew that he could not hold out for too much longer, not with a girl like Glenda. Now that she had come, the girl was allowing herself a lot of leeway, doing things to him that drove Frank wild with lust. It was only a matter of time before he filled her cunt with scum.
Glenda wrapped her legs around Frank's ass, trying to keep him from moving so fast. She succeeded in driving his prick so deeply into her that neither of them could move for a few minutes. Frank broke her grasp and began to slam his prick in with renewed violence.
He kept fucking her like that while Glenda made her experiments. She soon discovered that by shoving a finger gently into his asshole she could slow Frank down at the same time she turned him on. It only delayed the inevitable for a few minutes though, as Frank was coming closer and closer to the point of shooting his load.
He shoved his prick in one last time and then felt his balls emptied of their intolerable load of cream. The thick fluid rocketed into her cunt and filled the shallow vessel far beyond its capacity. Glenda felt as if she were being flooded with the hot frothing come.
Frank relaxed for a few minutes, letting his prick wilt inside Glenda's pussy. She had been good, real good, to him and he felt affectionate toward Glenda at the same time that he feared her attractiveness. He was going to have to think about her some more.
"Listen," Glenda interjected, pushing him away. "I've got to get home now. My parents are going to wait up for me, just like they do every fucking night."
"Shit," Frank shouted. "How can you walk out like that? I want to fuck you again. Stay for another hour."
"I can't," she insisted. "Look, I want to stay but I'll never be able to see you again if I don't get home on time. Don't you understand that?"
"I understand all right," Frank replied. "Just get the hell out of here already. Go on home."
Glenda had to fight hard to keep from bursting into tears. He was being terrible to her, totally heartless and selfish. She got her clothing on in a hurry and ran for the door, afraid even to say good-bye. Frank watched her from the bed, glad actually to see her go.
He had an awful lot on his mind and her presence could only confuse him. There had been something about Glenda that had really turned him on, far too much for his own comfort. She appealed to him in a manner different from any other girl he knew.
Frank refused to make the final connection in his mind. He thought briefly of his encounter with Martha but repressed the thought immediately. There was no point in getting into morbid things. He lit up another joint and then decided to go right to bed. Everything else aside, he still had to go to class the next day.
Frank forgot all about Glenda until one of the neighborhood kids told him that she had gone away to have an illegitimate child. A few investigations assured Frank that the child could not be his, taking a burden off his mind, making it even easier to forget Glenda.
The rest of his college days passed in a routine fashion. Frank studied hard and managed to compile an impressive academic record, majoring in ancient history. Nor did the handsome lad lack a social life, finding it quite easy to excel in both fields.
The rest of his girl friends of that period were mostly his own age. At one point he actually found himself interested in older women. Subconsciously he knew that that was a false escape from his problems. It was a phase that turned out to be rather brief.
During his last year of study Frank decided to change his major to business and management. It was not a field that appealed to him particularly, but his mother had fallen on hard times as her beauty had waned and the checks from home were growing fewer and smaller.
Frank came to realize that he was going to have to make it on his own. He plunged into his new studies with characteristic efficiency and was quite successful in a matter of months. He graduated with honors and went out to look for a job, confident that his talents and academic record would stand him in good stead.
His predictions were soon proved correct. Frank landed a series of jobs, each better than the last. The cycle culminated in his current employment, originally in Los Angeles. The spiral had taken a sudden downward curve when he had been transferred to Laneville.
Now things looked a lot better for Frank. Upset as he was after fucking Jennifer, he had to admit that she had satisfied him as few older women had ever done. He would have to see her again, he told himself, at the first possible opportunity. He would never find a better girl in that pisswater town.