Yes, he was going to cum, too… all of them, in a red storm of lust, were going to climax. Sharon was on her feet now, her hands braced on either side of the narrow window, her plump asscheeks jiggling from the rocking movements she was making as flames of incredible goodness licked at her dripping pussy.
'Cum, you Goddamned bitch, cum!'
'Cum…' Sharon whispered as she felt an orgasm overwhelm her like a wave from the Pacific.
CHAPTER THREE
'Work it out, you Goddamned slut! Work for that fuckin' cum!' Hank bellowed, his eyes wide as he stared at the helpless woman.
Cries of lust were strangled in Sharon's throat as she wagged her hips from side to side. Cunt juice oozed out from under the stretched elastic bands of her panties. Oh, how good it was to feel the slippery slide of her pussy walls against one another and her clit as her mother whimpered and thrashed before her!
'Ummmmmffffffff!'
Through her drooping eyelashes, she watched her mother hover there, a second away from madness. Then that moment passed and Janice was crazy, gone mad with smothered yelping fits of joy. Sharon cried out again and again. It was good, too good. The teenager knew she should stop, but how natural it seemed with her thighs drawn tightly together. She dipped and plunged and wiggled her ass, moving so fast that her feet slipped on the damp ground beneath her. She felt a strange kind of hot dampness under each tit while a new rush of heat scorched her cunt. Sounds and lights exploded all around her as jolts of climax cut through her like the rusty blades of an old saw. Cum. Cum. It was such a beautiful word. Her knees gave way as a pounding rage of wild lust raced through her. A fire storm exploded over her body as the young girl climaxed, sliding to the ground.
When she finally opened her eyes, Sharon realized she had twisted herself half into the bushes. Small, prickly branches scratched her face and arms. She lay there, a weak smile on her face as a comforting glow washed over her flesh. And then Sharon realized what had happened, what she had witnessed through that window!
'Ohh… my… God!' she moaned.
Moving was so painful, almost against her will as she tucked one leg under her ass and drew herself up against the house.
'Enjoyed it, didn't you, Jan? Yeah, you liked havin' me play rough with you. Figured you would.'
He was still talking. Sharon drew one hand over her mouth, closing her eyes and inhaling the cool outside air slowly to settle her nerves. She still felt her cunt shuddering with excitement as she stole up to the window and peered once more into her mother's bedroom. Hank was bending over her, undoing the double knot that fastened her legs to her arms. The jockstrap had been pulled from her mouth, tangles of her damp hair still clinging to her cheeks and forehead.
'Don't ever come back here again,' Janice said, her wrists finally untied. The woman rubbed them together, a look of pain on her face. 'Don't ever come back here again to me. I never should have… have encouraged you in the first place. You're a married man with a family. I…'
'Shaddup that crap about me and my old lady and son,' he snarled. 'What the shit you know about that kinda crap, havin' that little cunt in tow all the time? The way she suns herself out there wearin' hardly anything on, it's a surprise my kid ain't raped her already. Tommy's her age and he's already sniffin' up skirts. You better keep her under wraps, you don't want her fucked by me or the kid. And as for you…'
Hank didn't have to say any more. He was holding her mother by the jaw with one hand, his fingers tightening so hard that Janice began to whimper. She drew her hands to her face, struggling to knock him away. He only laughed at her vain attempt.
'I'm gonna come over here and fuck you when ever I wanna. You don't want that little slut to know what's goin' on between you and me, that's your business. You keep the bitch outta the way.'
'No, don't touch her! Oh, my God, yes, I'll do anything you say, but don't touch Sharon,' Janice sobbed, her voice registering her defeat.
Sharon had heard enough. The girl felt pain and confusion as she threaded her way through the bushes, stumbling down the cracked driveway onto the sidewalk in front of her house. It all seemed so… so normal. The lights blazed on in the living room, while somewhere nearby she heard a dog barking. Someone was playing jazz in one of the homes across the street. Oh, God, it was so normal, and yet what a scene she had witnessed there between her mother and Hank!
'Must get out of here… must…'
Sharon pressed her fingertips against her lips as she walked half in a daze down the street toward the shopping center three blocks to the south. Reaching the corner of her street and Glendale Boulevard, the young, attractive teen stopped. Headlights passing in front of her from the cars blurred before her tears. She could hardly stand as the throbbing kept up in her cunt. Oh, it was so strong, sapping all her energy! And what she had seen! Even now she could picture her mother bound like that, slapped from one end of the bed to the other, then roped like some low-life animal. And how she loved it! Oh, yes, Sharon could see that in her mother's eyes! Janice loved it, in spite of her protests and screams. How she came, jerking and bucking like that while Hank Harrington filled her cunt with shots of scalding cum.
'Uhhhhh…'
Sharon leaned heavily against a lamp post, her fingers clawing at the rough bark while her heart pounded hard! Yes, there were moments when she wished she could have taken her mother's place, seconds when she could almost feel the big man's hands pawing her, pulling at her flesh, tugging her hair, slapping her across the face and ass to increase her excitement!
'God, what… what must I be thinking of?'
Sharon shook her head violently as if she could knock those obscene thoughts away. Pushing herself from the pole, the young teen stumbled down the brightly lit boulevard, blind to the curious stares of passersby. She couldn't go home, not yet, not until she was certain that terrible man had left. After all, Hank had threatened to attack her, to fuck her!
'Fuck.'
Sharon whispered that forbidden word, her flesh crawling again with excitement as she thought of the big stud and what he would do to her. Would he tie her up as he'd done to her mother, then fuck her brains out? What would it feel like to have a man on top of her, holding her down while he stuck his big prick into her cunt? These were questions the perky, blonde teen had asked herself again and again. But never before had she asked them with such urgency.
An hour passed by as she wandered through the shopping center, looking at displays and wondering what her mother was doing at home. At nine-thirty, Sharon mustered what courage she had and walked back through the dark side street to her home. Through the living room gauze curtains she could see movement. Her mother? Another instant passed when she thought about running. No, she had to get home.
'Oh, Sharon! You startled me,' Janice cried as her daughter slammed the door shut.
'Sorry,' the girl muttered, smoothing her fingers nervously down the front of her short dress. Everything was normal, or so it seemed. Her mom was sitting there on the living room sofa thumbing through some dumb magazine, again wearing the light-blue cotton dress she had on when Sharon had gone to the movies. Yes, it all seemed so normal. But hell went on over there in the bedroom. Sharon knew it. She had knelt there under her mother's bedroom and watched that awful man rope Janice, beat her half senseless, then turn her over and fuck out her brains. Sharon wanted to shout this out. Instead, she frowned, turning and heading for the stairs. She hoped to God her mother wouldn't question her mood.
'Didn't you have a good time, dear? You didn't have another fight with Anna, did you?'
Anna was the girl she was supposed to have gone to the movies with.
'No, it's okay, Mom. I'm just feeling a little tired, that's all. Guess this summer vacation's getting to me,' Sharon lied, passing one hand over her forehead as she began climbing the stairs.
'Well, you take care of yourself,' Janice called up from below as the teen reached the top landing and shuffled along the dark corridor to her bedroom.
