"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.
How could her mother act so naturally? Sharon kept asking herself this as she slipped into her small room, then bolted the door shut behind her. Yes, she was exhausted, tired and dismayed by what she had seen this evening. Throwing herself backward onto the bed, Sharon stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. Closing her eyes finally, she heard that same dog barking in the distance, the wooshing sound of a car creeping along the street. How was she supposed to go on as if everything were normal when it wasn't? That awful animal living next door! How could she even look at him.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Covering her face with both hands, the young girl rolled over, pressing one of her burning cheeks into the pillow. And how her pussy burned! It was on fire as she thought of the way her mother had looked tied up that way, the silken bonds cutting into her flesh while Hank laughed at her wild attempts to wriggle free! There was something about it, something about the helplessness of it all, the brutishness of the next-door neighbor that sent thrills of unspeakable lust racing up and down her spine.
"Nooooo!"
What was happening to her? What on earth was happening to make her think this way? Sharon chewed the pillow and pushed her trembling fingers deep into the soft material as images of Hank's sneering flare flashed through his mind. What was she doing? Oh, God, she was pulling her skirt up, raising her hips slightly and shoving her ass in the air so she could push down her panties. Yes, she was going to touch herself, touch her cunt and think about that animal living next door and what he'd threatened to do to her.
With one hand, Sharon found herself peeling the outer lips of her cunt back while she massaged the slick fluid flowing from her pussy back into the steamy crack. Oh, yes she was quite used to doing this, especially during those warm nights when she couldn't sleep as she thought about guys.
What a big cock Hank Harrington had dangling there between his legs! Oh, God, even now Sharon mentally measured its size, then spread her fingers apart and pressed them against her belly, seeing just how far that thing would go! God! It would almost take her over!
Sharon began letting out shivery groans, her legs jerking up, snapping together, then sliding back down to the bed. Oh, how those hot folds pulsing against her finger made her feel so good and hot and sexy inside! She was still a virgin. So were a lot of girls in her school, although lots didn't like to admit it. The sexual revolution had come and gone, as far, as Sharon was concerned. Most of the guys were pretty dumb about things, knowing more about how to change spark plugs than kissing a girl. But Hank Harrington knew everything, she bet, everything the girls whispered about in the johns, and probably a whole lot more!
"Ummmmmm," she moaned.
Sharon rolled to one side, curling up her feet and pressing her knees against her tits. She liked lying in the fetal position as she fingered herself, her ass prancing there in the air, pressing back while her hand roamed up and down her thighs and cunt.
"Uhhhhh."
Sharon found her special spot once more. Electricity seeped from her tiny clit as the girl straightened her legs and rolled slowly back onto her ass. How the room spun around and around as she searched out that odd little flap of wet flesh again and again. How her breathing changed, became shallow, almost raspy. Yes, that's how her mother had sounded when Hank began tying her up, then fucking her! Closing her glazed eyes, the blonde teen thought of that more and more, thought of her raped mother, of that hairy stud on top of her, working his fingers around his cock while his paw-like hand slapped her into submission. She could almost feel him doing the same thing to her. Sharon jerked spasmodically as if someone had hit her, feeling her tits jiggling in the confines of her bra. Yes, she wanted that man on her, wanted him tying her up, exciting her until she thought she would die. And then… then he could pop her cherry, fuck her. Sharon was sure being a virgin would be a big plus for someone like Hank and his son. Yes, his son, probably a chip right off the old block!
"Ohhhhh," she groaned.
Sharon's skirt had roped around her waist now, and her panties dangled loosely around one ankle. Her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles while she pointed her toes out against the mattress. Oh, yes, it was wonderful to think of Hank and his son, think of what they would do to her. Her breathing quickened again as she moved her fingers faster and faster along the split of her cuntlips. Two fingers shined with slickness there in the semidarkness. How swollen, red and itchy her pussy was as Sharon kept dipping her fingers in and out, in and out, fucking herself while her plump asscheeks pumped up and down faster and faster.
"Oh God… God!"
It was wild, incredible! Yes, Hank would discipline her, make her learn, teach her all the fine details about fucking while he rodded her mercilessly! Sharon rocked her body from left to right, her head rolling over the mattress as tangles of hairs stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Yes, she was as much of a slut as her mother! It must have been something that ran in the family, a kind of sexual curse that made their cunts stimulated by such awful, sadistic thoughts!
Sharon was pumping her ass up and down harder, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her clit now to tease herself. There was another rush of thrills making her head swim. It felt as if she were on some wild kind of drug or something. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire and the flesh between her toes itched. Sharon shut her eyes a third time, feeling the coverlet under her jiggling asscheeks wrinkle up. She was spreading her legs, too, bending them at the knees, letting them fall apart as if Hank were there to fuck her, to take her as his own.
"Ohhh, wow… wowowowowow!"
Could her mother hear? No, she was still downstairs, pretending as if nothing had happened. And then her legs began flopping loosely down once more as she dug at the mattress with her heels. Her straight blonde hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at the corners of her mouth. No, she didn't care about her mother and what she thought. That wild, hot, itchy feeling was becoming more and more concentrated, something close to pain, yet something so wonderful, so very, very delightful! Cumming! Oh, yes, a climax that would blow her out the side of the wall. Again, Sharon thought of Hank, thought of the ropes, of the way Janice had looked hog tied there on her king-sized bed. Her entire body felt hot and buzzy.
"Nooooo!"
With a sharp cry, Sharon rolled onto her belly, shoving her face into the pillow and breathing with coughing gasps. Her fingers still squished wetly between her tightening cuntlips. Oh yes, it was happening! She pumped her ass up and down in a fucking motion, a motion she wished could have had a guy helping her with. Her shoulders started jerking while a violent vibration shook her from head to toe. With another groan, the girl grabbed a pillow in wild haste and jammed it between her thighs. She clamped it hard, pumping her ass crazily now. That pillow became Hank for an instant as she gouged against it harder and harder. Brilliant lights flashed in front of her now, those same lights that had carried her away there under her mother's bedroom window earlier, and that had probably carried away her mother.