Chapter 8
School was finally out and all the girls were on their way home. She had passed all her courses even though she knew that she could have done better if it hadn't been for the pressure and the strain during the last few weeks, but all that was behind her now. She was looking forward to her summer vacation, but almost decided not to go home when she found out that her father would be away filming in Europe. She had begged him to let her go along with him, but he insisted that she stay home and keep her step-mother company. She did not look forward to two and a half months locked up in the same house with her, but she had no choice, and she didn't want to make her father angry.
Her father had sent the car for her and she wondered if Charles would say anything to her on the drive to the house. She smiled to herself wondering what effect her little seduction had had on him, or whether he would chose to ignore it completely.
He helped her load her belongings into the car, but tried to avoid her gaze. She could tell he was embarrassed and actually she didn't want to pursue the incident any further herself, so she rode home in silence, trying to think what she would do for the next few months without her father.
The car pulled into their long driveway, but her mother was not at the door to greet her.
"I'm home," she called out, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, I know," a harsh voice replied, "and you're screaming already. You must learn to keep your voice down!"
"That bitch," she muttered quietly, throwing her pocketbook on the hall table.
"We're out here ... on the patio," her mother finally told her. "Come on out."
Guess it was too much trouble for her to come to the door to greet me, she thought sarcastically, but not really caring. She wondered what she meant when she had said "we," but she would find out in a few seconds.
Her mother was lounging on a reclining chair, basking in the sun, a thin filmy sun robe wrapped around her shoulders, barely covering her obvious charms in her bathing suit.
"Hello," she said politely. "It's nice to have you home. How was school?" She always asked the same perfunctory questions every time she came home, she thought, and she always gave her the same answer.
"Nice to be home and school was fine, I passed."
"That's nice, dear," she barely managed to say.
"I thought you said 'we' were out on the patio. Who's the 'we'?"
"Oh, Henry Jacobs. He's in the bar mixing some drinks, but he'll be back in a minute."
"I should have known," she answered crisply. "That dirty old man just can't stay away, can he, mother!" She accented the first syllable of mother, so that she would get exactly what she intended. "Now, I thought we discussed this the last time you were home. You be nice to him, he's very fond of you and your father has asked him. to look after us while he's in Europe."
"I bet," she said simply.
Her mother didn't have time to say anything else because Mr. Jacobs came jauntily through the doorway.
"Well, well, welcome home," he said, putting the drinks down and giving her an overly friendly hug and kiss. "Nice to see you looking so well, thought maybe the exams had worn you out." His eyes were viewing her slim, supple body as though she were on display.
"She certainly is a beautiful girl, Lisbeth" he said, turning to her mother. "Bet you have to fight the boys off this summer."
"Yes, she is very lovely," she commented with about as much enthusiasm as a contest judge.
"What are your plans for the summer, young lady," he continued, still eyeing her and winking.
"Nothing in particular. I wanted to go to Europe with daddy, but he thought I should stay home and keep mother company, but it appears that that won't be necessary, so I don't know what I'll do." She knew that they had both gotten her point, and Mr. Jacobs shuffled his feet nervously, picked up his drink and took a large gulp.
"Well, if you go change, I've arranged to take you out for a ride today. Charles is saddling the horses right now, so hurry," he said.
"I'd rather not go," she said curtly. "I'd like to rest for a few hours."
"Don't be ridiculous, Jennifer," her mother chided her. "Henry's been planning this ride for days, so you run along and don't disappoint him."
She looked at her mother to see if she would change her mind, but she was staring blankly at her.
"Think I'll just rest right here while you two are gone, then freshen up for dinner. You will stay, won't you Henry?" she asked, knowing that he had already planned on it.
"Sure, I'd love to, thanks for the offer."
Jennifer looked at him and he was grinning evilly at her, but his back was to her mother so she didn't see the rising lecherous gleam in his eyes..
"You'd better hurry, if you want to have any sort of ride before the sun goes down, and may I change in the guest room, Lisbeth," he said turning back to her mother.
"Help yourself, you know where it is."
Jennifer turned and walked back into the house with Mr. Jacobs right behind her. She reached to pick up her pocketbook on the hall table, but it slipped and her cosmetics and belongings fell to the floor.
She bent to pick them up, but Mr. Jacobs said, "I'll get them for you, never mind." He reached down and began to scoop up her various and sundry things that she was carrying, but stopped for a moment and stared at what else had fallen out of her purse. It was the pictures!
"How very nice," he said, grinning up at her. "Think I'll just hang on to these."
"Give them back," she demanded. "They don't belong to you, they're mine!"
"They're mine now," he said, his voice harsh and cold, "so let's not discuss it any further. Run along and get changed so we can go on that ride."
She could hear him laughing as she ran up the stairs to her room, taking two at a time. She couldn't believe that he would actually keep the pictures from her, what would he do with them?
She changed quickly into her riding habit and pulled on her boots and went back downstairs. He was already waiting for her when she walked into the stable and stopped at each stall to pat the horses.
"Here you are, miss," Charles said formally. "Your horse is all ready to go."
He helped her onto her horse and she walked him outside and waited for Mr. Jacobs. In a few minutes he reined up alongside her and they took off at a brisk canter down the dirt road that led to the meadow.
She loved the feel of the wind and fresh air blowing through her hair when she went out for a ride, it made her feel so clean, so healthy, so full of life, and she threw her head back and caught the full impact of the breeze as she urged her horse into a full gallop. She was trying to stay far enough ahead of Mr. Jacobs so that he wouldn't be able to trap her into a conversation or reach over and touch her, but his horse was as fast as hers and he was soon up alongside her.
"Let's ride to the top of that ridge," he said, pointing at a spot about a half mile in front of them. "There is a lovely brook there and we can water the horses after their tiresome run."
"I know there's a brook there. Remember, I live here," she said sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me, young lady," he continued, his voice lowering and becoming cruel. "I want to have a little talk with you when we get up there, so you'd better be polite."
She sensed that his conversation with her would involve her having those dirty pictures, but she didn't care, he wasn't her father, so what could he do? Except, the obscene thought flickered ominously through her mind, hold them over her head for other things.
They stopped at the top of the ridge and got down, letting their horses sip the cool water and rest for a little while.
"Sit down," he said, patting the patch of ground next to him.
"I can stand," she replied, not wanting to get too close to him.
"I said ... SIT DOWN, and I mean it," he shouted, and reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her roughly down beside him.
"That's much better," he said, lowering his voice and grinning at her with that evil smile.
"What do you want to say to me," she asked, anxious to get to the point.
He let his hand fall lightly on her knee and she could feel his fingers grip into her soft, smooth flesh.
"It's about your library of pictures," he continued, leering expectantly down at her. "I have a proposition to make you."
"Oh yeah," she said, trying to sound calm, but her heart was pounding from the fear of what he would say.
"Well, I think that you should be very, very nice to me, sort of like what's in the pictures, and then I won't give them to your mother."
"You've got to be out of your mind," she gasped, trying to pull away from his insistent, firm grip.
"I'll tell my mother what you just said, and then we'll see what happens!"
"I'm afraid she wouldn't believe you, my dear," he snickered. "You see she'd just think you were making it up to get back at her! In fact, I rather think she would enjoy sending these to your father to show him his little Jen-Jen isn't all that lily-white and pure."
Jenny gasped at the mention of her father and just sat there, stunned with disbelief. She knew that this evil old man had wanted to debauch her for some time by the way he was always hugging and kissing her, letting his hands grab her "accidentally" when her parents weren't looking, but she never thought that he would stoop to blackmail.
She thought she'd try to call his bluff and said, "I can't ... I just can't, you'll have to tell my mother."
"Of course you can," he said, running his hand up her leg to the vee of her loins and squeezing it knowingly. "You may even enjoy it!"
She thought back to the night that she heard her mother and this man in the bedroom and wondered if he had the same plan in mind for her.
"We can't do it here, someone might come along," she shuddered trying to stall him off. But she knew it wouldn't work. He had waited too long to get her in a position like this where she had no choice but submit to his lewd advances.
"There are plenty of trees in back of us, my dear," he continued, his grip becoming rougher as he fingered her pubic mound from the outside of her riding pants.
He took a blanket from the back of his saddle that he had obviously rolled up for the occasion and took her hand and pulled her to her feet, half dragging, half leading her over the short distance from the brook to the clump of trees. She could already see the bulge of his excited prick beneath his tight-fitting pants and she knew in her horrified mind that she would have to go along with him if she didn't want her father to find out about the pictures. The thought of this awful, lecherous man even touching her repulsed her and she wondered dazedly how her mother could have anything to do with him after having slept with a man like her father.
He spread the blanket quickly and almost knocked her down on it in the urgency of his lust. when they were well hidden from the rest of the hill. His hands roamed over her body possessively kneading the soft, full mounds of her breasts pinching and squeezing like a madman.
He fumbled with the catch on her jodhpurs and finally pulled the zipper frantically apart, breaking it, and reached his hand inside until he could feel the lace of her thin, silk panties.
"Ooooohhh," he groaned, traces of spittle running from the corners of his mouth as he dug deeper and deeper inside her restricting panties until he could insert one finger beneath the tight elastic leg band and caress the soft, sparse pubic hair between her legs. He pushed his finger forward, touching the swollen lips of her vagina and roughly inserting one finger into the dry, tight vaginal passage until she opened her mouth wide and groaned in pain.
"Aaagggggh," she panted, feeling his nail tear at the lining of her passage.
He pushed his finger farther into her, smoothing it around against the soft, tender flesh unmercifully until she could finally feel her own juices of passion begin to flow involuntarily inside her open cunt.
He was breathing in staggered gasps for breath and he tugged at her pants pulling them around her knees.
"Take them off," he growled at her, frustrated because they would not slip off easily. She lay there, not moving, just glaring at him and he shouted again, "I told you to take them off!"
She raised her hips and wiggled the pants down until they could go no further. He pulled her boots off and jerked her pants down over her ankles. His hands traced a line up the smoothness of her skin on the inside of her thigh, massaging the supple flesh beneath his fingers. His fingers began to unbutton her blouse until it fell back over her shoulders, revealing the ripe, firmness of her breasts beneath her flimsy brassiere, and he gasped loudly.
"You're so lovely, Jenny," he crooned, a thin film of sweat breaking out on his forehead. "So beautiful. I knew you'd look like this naked."
He cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled the lace of the brassiere down over the luscious white mounds on her chest until her nipples stood out erectly from their sudden contact with the air, and he pressed his palm firmly against her large orbs until it hurt.
He was in a frenzied state of passion, not knowing where to touch her first, not able to concentrate on one particular region, but trying to devour every inch of her at once.
She wiggled underneath his touch, and in a strange way found it exciting to have this dirty, awful man in such a state of lust after her. His touch was rough, almost brutal, yet she didn't mind. She could feel herself beginning to react to his caresses and she squirmed her hips, pushing them harder down into the blanket.
He tore at the fly of his own trousers and lowered them around his knees, bringing his hard, threatening penis out into the open, letting it jerk up and down as he bent over her naked prostrate body.
His hands were all over her body and in spite of her revulsion, she too was beginning to feel small flames of perverse lust dancing between her legs. She relaxed, opening them slightly to give him greater access and reached down and gently took his throbbing manhood in her hand, rubbing it gently. And, somehow, she found another perverse thrill running through her with the knowledge that this was the same hardened fleshy instrument that had made her stepmother squirm and twist beneath its relentless pounding that night she had watched with horrified eyes through the window of her bedroom.
"Oh," he cried startled, at the unexpected pressure of her fingers as they grabbed his shaft.
"You'll be begging me for it," he muttered, choking on his words as he gasped.
She stroked his testicles and massaged his hot, pulsing cock with little nibbling pressures.
"Yes . . . yes ..." he groaned, "you are a hot little bitch! Just like I knew you'd be!"
Finally he couldn't stand the tension any longer and pulled her thin, silk panties away from her body, ripping them in half, and stared down at his ultimate target. His fingers worked furiously at the tiny slit between her legs until she was writhing and bucking under his fingering like she was going crazy.
His pants had fallen down around his ankles, but he had not taken them completely off, but he threw his body on top of her almost immediately and nearly took her breath away from the pressure of his weight.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, so good, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Sooo good little Jenny!"
She could feel the thickness of his large organ, probing between her legs, trying to slip inside her, but she kept her legs closed tightly together, teasing him, making him fight for her.
His hands pulled harshly at her knees, pinching the tender, soft skin on the inside of her thighs until she had to let them part before he bruised her too badly. It gave her a sense of conquering him to make him wait and she got a strange perverted feeling of power from it. She knew that he had wanted her, had forced her into this situation, but she was going to enjoy making him squirm for it.
"Come on," she whispered in his ear. "Give it to me like a real man if you think you can!" Her words excited him into an uncontrollable series of lunges and thrusts, trying to find the tiny, open slit of her vagina, but she kept moving her hips sideways so that he would miss with each attempt.
She knew that he was going to get angry if she kept up her game, so finally she let him probe the tight, damp passage with the throbbing head of his prick.
"Ooooolihhhh," he groaned, shoving it deep into her with his first thrust. She could feel him stretching the walls of her vagina, tearing at them, scraping and pushing further and further into her aching channel.
"Aaagggggh," she murmured as he shoved his rampaging cock in the last few centimeters.
"Ooooooh God," she moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together.
He felt good inside her.
He filled her completely, torturing her with his dangerous, thick, prodding phallus, and she moved her hips forward and spread her thighs open wide to take him more easily.
She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her and she wanted him to forget that he had ever fucked her stepmother! She knew her thoughts were vindictive, but she wanted to punish her mother for being unfaithful to her father, so she was determined to steal her lover!
He was scrambling and pushing on top of her now, trying to get deeper inside her, pierce her heaving little belly with his hard, thick cudgel if it was the last thing he ever did.
Her hips jerked up against the hardness of his pelvis as he slammed into her, and she raised her knees so that they grasped around his buttocks. He felt marvelous inside her, this was different than she had ever felt before and she wondered if it was because of the fact that she had been forced, threatened into submitting.
She could feel the roughness of the wool blanket beneath her hips in contrast to the heat that was melting her very insides from between her legs. It seemed strange to make love in the open, to look up and see the sky, the trees, and there was something completely free about it.
They were both groaning, nibbling and biting now, their bodies working together like two precision parts, perfectly matched and in tune.
She could feel his thrusts becoming more violent, more insistent, his prick becoming thicker and thicker with each lunge and she wondered if he were about to fill her with his semen now.
"Wait . . . wait . . . I'm not ready," she gasped, and pulled his hips in closer to hers, in an effort to hold him still so that he would not cum until she too had approached her pinnacle.
She wanted him to bury his shaft so deep in her that she would cum for hours, but suddenly she felt him pull away from her with a grunt and slide his cock completely out of her straining cunt.
She moaned and gasped in disappointment and mumbled up into his strangely leering face. "W-What's the matter? I was so c-close!"
"I'm gonna do something to you I've always wanted to do to your father's wife and she'd never let me," he hissed down at her, a weird sadistic grimace playing across his lips.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered up at him, a sudden fear flickering through the haze of her aroused passion. She wiggled teasingly on the grass, the burning sensation between her legs was about to consume her if he didn't satisfy her. She couldn't even wait for his answer to the frightened question she had asked and groaning out loud, she reached down and grabbed his prick roughly at first, then massaged it gently. "Please . . . please," she begged, "I want you back inside fucking me!"
He looked down at her, frustrated and begging for his massive, pulsing tool inside her, and he wanted her too, but he wanted her now in his own strange, perverse way. He had waited too long to get this proud young bitch flat on her back and helpless to his demands.
"Roll over," he commanded her. "We'll do it like they did in the pictures!"
She cringed at the thought, but her desire was too great to resist for very long and she twisted around on her stomach, her soft white buttocks pointing subserviently up at the open sky. She felt his fingers probe the crevice of her anus, running up and down, fingering the puckered, tight little hole, pulling her cheeks roughly apart. She was dry, so he dipped his fingers into the moist, hot wall of her vagina and ran his fingers up and down her rectal orifice once again until she was sufficiently lubricated.
He lowered his other hand around under her belly and rubbed it sensuously, teasing the tiny erect bud of her clitoris until she felt herself pushing back against his hips. She didn't care what happened now, she was being controlled by her enormous desire and she had to have him!
She could feel his hardness probing at her tiny hole and she felt obscenely naked with him driving lustfully at her backside, but she was no longer embarrassed, nothing mattered!
"Spread your legs," he said roughly, pulling at her knees and yanking them farther apart.
His finger prodded cruelly into her rectum, shoving its thickness in up to the first knuckle and she gasped in pain.
"Aaagggghhh . . . uuuuggggghhhh, you're killing me."
Her muscles were taut and she knew that she should try to relax, but the sudden intrusion had caused every muscle to constrict. He let his finger he still inside her for just a moment before inserting it the rest of the way and slowly, but surely, the pain began to subside. He jammed his finger in and out of her tight elastic hole until she was stretched a httle wider and then, without warning, rammed a second digit deep into that soft rubbery channel.
"God, no!" she screamed. "You'll tear me in half," but he wasn't going to stop. She tried to wiggle away from his cruel impalement, but his other hand held her hips back on his finger like a roasting pig impaled helplessly on a spit.
She knew that he was deliberately stretching her anus, hurting her, for he chuckled softly every time she groaned or winced in pain. His other hand began to fondle the lips of her vagina once again and she found herself rocking back onto his fingers, wanting him to take her, take her any way he wanted, it didn't matter!
"Do it ... do it," she begged him, moaning softly. "Fuck me! Somewhere! Anywhere!"
He pulled his fingers out of her and she could feel the soft tender flesh from the inside of her rectum clinging to them as he removed them with a slight sucking noise. She felt his body stretch out in back of hers, his huge, hard cock prodding between the cheeks of her soft, flaccid buttocks and she shivered half in masochistic anticipation and half in dread of the punishment she knew he was going to subject her helpless body to. She could feel his thumbs stretching the soft, unprotected cheeks of her ass wide apart and the smooth rubbery head of his pulsating cock probing eagerly against the small tight ring of her exposed anus. Tears of dread and shame cascaded down her face momentarily as the enormity of the perversion he was about to commit on her flickered through her mind but there was nothing anyone in the world could do to save her now. Not even Daddy!
She heard him grunt and wheeze for a moment behind her as he tried to force his rock-hard cock deep into her as she lay face down, legs spread wide, but she was still too tight, so he ordered her to "Kneel" Reluctantly, but obediently, she raised up on her knees, her fingers digging into the grass and dirt at the top of the blanket, preparing herself for his harsh impalement His hands pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart again and then gripped her thighs, holding them as widespread as they would go.
"Help me put it in," he commanded her gruffly and reached for her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock and loosely swaying testicles. They bounced like jelly in her hand and the pubic hair surrounding them tickled her hand.
"Guide it in for me," he commanded her, in a bit rougher tone of voice.
She pressed the smooth, pulsating head against her tiny, stretched and aching hole, but when she felt it push against her for the first time she let go, biting her lip in pain. It was too big ... it would never fit!
But, even as her mind rebelled, she felt him push his hips forward cruelly, inching the head of his massive rod into the tightly, stretched nether ring of her anus and she screamed in pain.
"Stop ... stop, I can't take it!"
He ignored her pleas, holding her fast and shoved in harder and more insistently. She knew now that she couldn't escape from this horrible intrusion of the most secret of her entrances as he thrust his hips forward and stabbed her painfully each time he lunged. He held her hips back at his and she was helpless.
"Push back . . . come to me," he shouted. "Push your ass back at me!"
Her mind was so wracked with pain that she couldn't think, so she just wiggled her hips automatically, easing them back further and further onto his punishing, hard organ. His pulsing, hot prick surged into her, a solid mass of rock-hard flesh, boring into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum, tearing her apart and forcing tiny gasps of helpless protest from between her tightly clenched teeth.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... you're killing meeeee! You're splitting me there . . ." she grunted out her pain down into the rough surface of the crumpled blanket. The smooth blunt intrusion of his huge cock vibrated and jerked through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain relentlessly before it. Her eyes opened wide in torment and she started to scream out her agony again until suddenly she felt the wiry, coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the soft, rounded cheeks of her swaying buttocks.
The huge, fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her upturned ass!
Jacobs groaned and began muttering vile obscenities down at her hollowing back as he began fucking her as though she were a slave kneeling before her master.
"You're soo fucking tight," he moaned as he sawed in and out of her, showing her no mercy as he plundered into the tender, soft confines of her buttocks.
"Ooohhh ... uuuggghhhh, she groaned, the pain beginning to ease somewhat, and she felt a strange sensation welling up in her wildly gyrating buttocks . . . The pain was weirdly mixed with pleasure and a masochistic sort of thrill crept through her mind,-and she shoved back harder and willingly onto his pistoning cock. Her excitement was over-riding the pain and she reached in back of her and tickled his gently swinging testicles so that he plundered into her with greater fury.
He stared at his huge, purplish organ disappearing between the cheeks of her helpless and vulnerable buttocks, tearing into her like a lightning bolt.
His balls and penis ached from the tightness of her anus and he could feel the tight elastic ring around the tiny puckered hole stretch each time he pulled out and shoved it into her again, sending a thousand chills racing through his body.
He rotated his hips, grinding deeper and deeper into her as she gasped out of her own abandoned passion.
"Yes ... do it ... do it! Fuck me there ... fuck me there!"
He drew it out almost to the tip and then shoved it back into her once again, his throbbing prick about to burst inside her. He began to rub his hips and hairy thighs over her white, smooth backside, reaching around under her heaving chest and grasping her breasts and squeezing them harshly as if they were rubber. His breath was rapid and hot, warming the back of her spine and neck as he lunged forward. He could feel his already giant, erect cock begin to swell even more and he braced himself for his final explosion.
"Here I cum," he groaned. "My God . . . here I cum!"
Jenny closed her eyes tight, feeling the rising tide of his orgasm building in his wildly thrusting cock.
And then he exploded!
She could feel his hot, liquid sperm shoot deep into her rectum moistening her, filling her belly to the brim with his hot, pulsating semen. She moaned again and flailed her head to the side, feeling filled as she had never been filled before. She could swear the warm spurting liquid had burst through her intestines and was seeping out the soft, sensitive tips of her hardened breasts to the blanket below. He gasped, and groaned, mewling like an animal as he thrust one final time and the last of his hot, jetting sperm shattered lewdly into the forever stretched tunnel of her clasping anus.
"Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes ..." he whimpered as his voice trailed off into an inaudible whisper.
He pulled his penis from her buttocks, its slippery exit making a wet, sucking noise, and rolled over on the grass, still panting. She rubbed her buttocks cheeks and looked at him accusingly.
"You hurt me," she said.
"You'll get used to it, my dear," he said with a Victorian tone to his voice, but not really caring how she felt. "We'll have to make this a daily ritual while your father's gone."
"Perhaps," she said, staring up at the sky and closing her eyes for just a little while before they started back.