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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.Excerpt: "Unnggghhh! Ahhhhh! Deeper! Omigod, get it in deeper!"For a moment little Ann Eastman thought she had been imagining things, or perhaps had been deluded into believing that her dream had been real. Certainly it had seemed that the man caressing her body had been a solid, three-dimensional figure, even though she could not distinguish his face or identify him. There was also no mistaking the hungry, yearning desire percolating through her lithe, supple twelve-year-old body. She had awakened, though, to find herself alone in the narrow bunk built over the cab of her parents' camper.Another sound caught her attention and she twisted about cautiously, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise and thereby disturb her parents, who were sleeping in the larger bunk which took up most of the main body of the camper. Peering over the edge of her bunk and looking down, she saw a sight that caused her to suck in a quick, startled gasp of air. One of the curtains masking the camper's interior from viewers outside had slipped a few inches aside and a stray beam of moonlight filtered into the small area, partially illuminating the big bed below her. While the lighting was far from complete, there was enough light for her to get a fairly clear view of her parents.Ken, her father, was lying atop Lucy, his wife of two years and Ann's stepmother. Ann blinked at seeing the unusual sight and squinted more carefully. The broad shoulders and narrow waist indicated masculinity; there was no room for error on that score. She could not see his face-his body was pointed directly away from her-but she naturally supposed that the man was her father.
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For a moment little Ann Eastman thought she had been imagining things, or perhaps had been deluded into believing that her dream had been real. Certainly it had seemed that the man caressing her body had been a solid, three-dimensional figure, even though she could not distinguish his face or identify him. There was also no mistaking the hungry, yearning desire percolating through her lithe, supple twelve-year-old body. She had awakened, though, to find herself alone in the narrow bunk built over the cab of her parents' camper.
Another sound caught her attention and she twisted about cautiously, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise and thereby disturb her parents, who were sleeping in the larger bunk which took up most of the main body of the camper. Peering over the edge of her bunk and looking down, she saw a sight that caused her to suck in a quick, startled gasp of air. One of the curtains masking the camper's interior from viewers outside had slipped a few inches aside and a stray beam of moonlight filtered into the small area, partially illuminating the big bed below her. While the lighting was far from complete, there was enough light for her to get a fairly clear view of her parents.
Ken, her father, was lying atop Lucy, his wife of two years and Ann's stepmother. Ann blinked at seeing the unusual sight and squinted more carefully. The broad shoulders and narrow waist indicated masculinity; there was no room for error on that score. She could not see his face-his body was pointed directly away from her-but she naturally supposed that the man was her father.
Nor was there any reason to doubt that the long, shapely legs clasping the man's thighs were feminine, or that they belonged to Ann's stepmother. Few women had a better looking pair of legs. The woman's heels were locked behind the man's knees, giving her a powerful leverage. That position also opened her thighs to him with a completeness which made Ann's heart beat furiously as she imagined the way they must be fitting together.
Watching closely-the girl had never before seen a couple fucking, though she had theoretical knowledge of how the act was consummated-she saw her father's buttocks tighten into hard, quivering knots of muscle as he pressed his loins down into the dark valley between the widespread thighs below him. The woman's right hand slid down into view and cupped the man's left buttock, then moved slightly to allow her fingers to dig into the crack separating that pair of trimly molded lumps of muscle.
"Ahhhhh!" Ann heard the woman groan. "Mmmmmm, so good!"
Had she heard that voice in another setting she would never have been able to identify it as Lucy's. Distorted and coarsened with passion, throaty and deep, the voice positively reeked of animal passion and lustful excitement. Those torrid emotions seemed to percolate throughout the camper and the young girl felt her own body responding to their message of urgency.
God, they're really doing it! Ann thought to herself. He's fucking her right up the cunthole! Lord, it sounds like she's really digging it, too! I wonder if it's really true what Pam said, that a man's thing is three times as big when he's hard? Gee, if that's so then ... wow, what a thing she's got rammed up inside her! And she sounds like she really-likes it, too!
Neither Ken nor Lucy had any very noticeable hang-ups about nudity or the naked human body, though they were far from being nudists in any practical sense of the word. They generally wore enough clothing to satisfy the demands of decency but they did not act embarrassed or ashamed if one of the children happened to see them in the nude. Ann had therefore caught several glimpses of her father's cock-she still referred to it as a "thing," finding it uncomfortable to use the more vulgar terms employed by her friends. Pam Snyder, one of her best friends, had expounded the "three times" rule to her a few weeks ago and swore that she had tested it fully with two boys, finding it to be quite accurate.
Ken's prick had been soft when Ann had seen it, but to her young, inexperienced eyes the cock had seemed immense, far larger than the more modestly proportioned cock bestowed upon Dave, her older brother. Ann had naturally tried to envisage her father's prick swollen to three times the size she had seen. In the twelve-year-old's mind the result had been a grotesquely huge cock as big as one of her thighs and very nearly as long.
"Mmmmm, God, you're fucking my heart out!" Lucy muttered, now clasping both her hands over her husband's powerfully contracting buttocks so as to hold him close to her. "don't stop fucking, Ken. Keep on shoving it up my cunt! Agghhhh! I want it to last forever!"
"Shhhh!" he hissed. "You'll wake Ann! Mmmmmm, shake that ass, baby. You're grinding the cum right outta my balls!"
Their words drifted off into muffled, incomprehensible grunts. He continued writhing back and forth, squeezing his buttocks heavily each time he thrust against her opened loins. After a moment their breathing became louder and more strained, as though they were laboring under a terrific physical tension.
Ann was no stranger to sexual arousal, having long ago discovered that the tiny, hairless slit between her legs could be petted, teased and coaxed into a state of quivering anxiety. Far from indulging herself in that fantastic treat, however, Ann had assiduously devoted herself to avoiding it, since her mother-Lucy's predecessor-had taught her that it was very wrong to touch yourself in that strategic area. Try as she would, however, the girl had not been able to forego the pleasure with the rigorous consistency her mother had advised.
Each bout of masturbation had been followed by periods of deep, tearful remorse, coupled with fervent promises to herself that she would "do better." While she had uttered the promises and made the many resolutions with total sincerity, Ann invariably discovered that her ability to deliver could not withstand the incredible powers that periodically swept through her loins.
Ann's campaign against herself came to a peak during her mother's fatal illness. Her mother had died the week after Ann's eighth birthday, and the young girl managed to convince herself that her mother's death had somehow been in retribution for her own weakness, for her inability to keep her hands away from her pussy. This ill-founded belief had taken a very deep hold on her, so much so that she had been under a psychiatrist's care for about a year after her mother's death.
The doctor had convinced the girl that her guilt was imaginary, that her supposedly evil behavior had not been the cause of her mother's death, but Ann had not accepted his explanations completely. She had masturbated only twice after her mother had died. On both occasions the pangs of remembered guilt had been so strong that the girl did not again succumb to the fleshly temptation for a long time.
Lately, however, Ann had been finding it harder and harder to resist the powerful impulses which pervaded her body with greater and greater force. As she matured, though, Ann fiercely regretted that her breasts had not grown as her hips had, turning into lusciously curved little mounds of firm flesh. Her nipples and the surrounding aureoles covered nearly all of the firm, sharp-pointed little cones adorning her rib cage. The growth of a Vee of curling, dark brown hair at the apex of her thighs had also been a treat. She could now flaunt the badge of womanhood in the shower room at school.
Ann had been somewhat more dubious about the changes in the slit bisecting that patch of fur. She had kept careful track of the rapidly developing cleft, once she had been aware of what was happening inside her body, and had been both surprised and offended at the way her pussy kept pace with the rest of her body. Her outer slit had grown larger and darker, as well as considerably more sensitive. Her inner lips had become huge, or so it seemed to Ann. The most startling development, however, had been the sudden appearance and growth of a small, pea-shaped lump of gristle located under the apex of those inner lips. Ann had discovered the lump quite by accident one afternoon but the accident had remained firmly printed in her mind. She could still remember with perfect clarity the electrifying jolt of arousal which had pierced her loins the first time she had touched her clitoris.
The girl now became totally aware of her youthful body as she lay upon the narrow sponge rubber mattress in her bunk and watched the totally engaged couple below her. It seemed to Ann that her inner thighs had developed so much sensitivity that even the cool breeze blowing through the camper body was caressing her with soft, invisible fingers. Suddenly the nylon bikini panties of her nightgown seemed to have become intolerably tight. They were pressing against her outrageously sensitive pussy with demonic, knowing force. The hairy little slit pressed against the material snugly and even the slightest movement brought her panties up tighter against that panting, dripping cleft with greater force.
"Uhhhh! Ooooohhh!" Ann's stepmother suddenly grunted, sharp and clear, as though the sounds had been forcibly expelled from her throat. "Aggghhhh! Aiiieeeee!"
The cries were not loud, but Ann caught the note of terrible, hungry urgency. Together with the sight of her father's buttocks clenching and relaxing, contracting over and over again as he continued pressing against Lucy's waiting body, the cries created an intolerable situation for young Ann. Hardly knowing what she was doing, the girl reached down with a hand to clasp the firmly, sharply molded mound swelling up from the tops of her thighs.
The first touch set her off, creating an erotic force-field which turned her entire body into an inferno of hot, throbbing lust. The force seemed to be especially intense in the area between her thighs and navel, however. Ann slowly rolled over onto her stomach, keeping her hand locked tightly in place all the while. Once she had come to rest, pressing the absurdly tightened cones of her throbbing nipples into the mattress, the girl lay there for a moment, not moving at all. She continued to watch her father's buttocks as he worked his cock in and out of Lucy's tight, love-moistened cunt.
"Unngghhh! God, you fuck like a bull!" she heard her stepmother mutter in that strange, thick voice that was so different from the gentle tone she normally exhibited. "So big, so fucking big! Mmmmmm, you're tearing my cunt apart!"
"Grind it, baby, grind it off!" he gasped. "Your pussy's tighter than it ever was; just bear down and grind my prick off at the base!"
Ann's hops involuntarily clenched into knots of hard, throbbing muscle as she pushed down with her loins, pressing her agonizingly aroused slit against her waiting hand. The contact, so deliciously thrilling, almost caused her to cry out with surprise. She gritted her teeth together and forced herself to remain silent. Her pussy felt alive with sensual power of an intensity new to her. Again Ann rubbed herself against her hand. She could feel the animal heat flowing outward from the ferociously awakened cleft of flesh, as well as the steady trickle of hot oil which had already flooded the crotch of her panties. She dug her fingers into the tautly stretched material, attempting to work them up into the mouth of her cunt. The added pressure brought another rush of delirious excitement pulsing through her body. She crammed a corner of her pillow into her mouth and bit down hard, fearing that she might lose control and cry out in spite of herself.
Ann's father was working harder now, thrusting against his wife's body with quick, urgent strokes. Her father's and stepmother's breath rasped through the body of the camper and added to Ann's arousal, since she could detect the note of excitement in the way they sucked in short, hungry breaths of air.
Lucy again grunted sharply, then moaned deep in her throat when she felt the change in her husband's tempo. She recognized that alteration for what it was, a sign that he was searching for the final bit of stimulation needed in order to release the flood of pent-up excitement she had engendered in his balls.
"Mmmmmm, I feel it!" she panted, her voice a little louder now. "Oohhh, cum, darling, let it all shoot out! Drown my cunt with cum!"
"Work it down!" he grunted sharply. "Agghhhh! Now, now! Ugghhh! Ooooohh! Suck it out of my cock!"
At the same time that her father was fucking her stepmother, Ann's loins exploded in a sudden burst of orgiastic delirium that swept over her with a suddenness that took her entirely by surprise. Never before had she felt so quick a change in her body, nor had the storm of sensation ever been nearly so overpowering. A red fog of passionate arousal swept through her mind and then took control of the rest of her body. Shuddering powerfully, she fucked herself against her hand until she lost consciousness and collapsed weakly, panting softly into the pillow on which her head lay.
Several minutes later, when the girl had gained enough control over her senses to be aware of what she had seen and felt, she marveled at the totality of the experience. If she had felt pleasure on those earlier occasions when she had fingered her slit into throbbing states of joy, then she would have to find new words to describe the fantastic state into which she had just propelled herself; the difference was remarkable enough to constitute an entirely different order of sexual experience.
That thought occurred to Ann just before she felt a cloud of remorse sweeping through her mind. Guilt possessed her and she began promising herself that she would never again tease the dormant slit between her thighs into life, that she would find a way to atone for her weakness in surrendering to its insistent demands. Those thoughts disappeared quickly, however, when she looked down into the body of the camper again and looked at the figures of her parents.
Ken had rolled off Lucy and now lay at her side. His cock, wet and glistening beautifully in the soft moonlight, had lost most of its stiffness but still looked to be enormous, at least to Ann's naive eyes. It lay limply across his belly like a sullen, sleeping reptile and looked to be every bit as menacing. The girl felt a shiver of interest run through her body as she looked down at the mammoth prong.
She felt another sentiment, though, when she looked over at his side and saw Lucy. The woman still lay on her back but had brought her right hand down over her love mound. She was reaching down between her thighs and, as Ann watched with startled interest, her fingers began moving. Slowly and gently working, she began stroking that tender love flesh, working it into yet another state of sexual tension. Ann could not see exactly what she was doing, naturally, but she could see enough to be absolutely positive that her stepmother was fondling her pussy.
Watching closely and holding her breath, Ann aw her stepmother's fingers begin working faster or a moment. Suddenly Lucy spread her thighs vide apart and jammed two fingers into the mouth of her cunt. That orifice, still warm and tingling with sexual arousal, parted easily to admit her fingers. The generous coating of sperm Ken had injected into her cunt tunnel had begun to run out and further greased the opening.
Twisting and stabbing with her fingers, Lucy quickly fucked herself into another state of trembling, gasping exhilaration. She worked quickly, knowing exactly how to excite herself most efficiently, and brought herself to yet another peak of throbbing excitement. A few low, whimpering moans of ecstatic joy escaped from her lips at the absolute top of the orgasmic cycle. Lucy caressed her heels into the mattress and shoved hard against her hand, lifting her hips off the bed completely to press her pussy against her fingers. After a moment, she lowered herself back, stretched her long, lovely legs out straight and lay very still. Ann continued to watch, wondering what would happen next. But after a few minutes the sound of deep, regular breathing told her that they were both asleep and that there would be no more of those exciting displays that night. The girl lay awake for a long time, however, and gave a great deal of thought to all that she had seen after waking up.
Ann was unusually subdued throughout the following day. For most of that period she shared the back of the camper with her eighteen-year-old brother, Dave, and it did not take him long to perceive the alteration in her manner. Normally an ebullient, lively bundle of energy, ready for almost any kind of devilment and mischief, Ann answered his questions shortly or not at all and concentrated on keeping her thoughts to herself.
"Hell, you're about as much fun as a Sunday School book!" he snorted in exasperation after failing again to arouse her interest. "What's wrong, got your period again?"
Dave had no hesitancy at all in putting the most intimate kind of questions to his sister, who generally exhibited the same free, forward spirit. On this day, however, he found that she was in no mood to do anything of the sort.
"It's not that," she snapped. "Just leave me alone, huh? Look out the window and watch the rocks go by or something. Maybe get over there in your corner and jerk off, something like that?"
"Aw, you know it's no fun just to jack off," he told her. "You wanna help me? C'mon, Ann, let's play a little!"
Their sexual byplay was limited to word which would have startled and dismayed most parents. Occasionally Ann succumbed to Dave's insistent urgings and watched him toy with his cock, a sturdy hunk of muscle which fascinated her more than she would ever admit. On two occasions she had become involved enough to grasp the broad-shafted rod and stroke it in accordance with his gasped, excited instructions. The way his cock had responded to her tight, pistoning grip-made easier by the plentiful quantity of saliva which he had put on the big tool-had made an extremely deep impression on her. The truth of the matter was that Ann felt a surge of sexuality in her own body when she had taken her brother's prick in her hands, a sudden rise in feeling which had dismayed her, it had been so violent, so intense. The feel of Dave working in unison with her hand, breathing hard and then trembling and groaning as the iron-hard tool began quivering and throbbing with ecstatic approval, had been powerfully exciting, but she had found it even more thrilling to see the flood of creamy, viscous cum spurt forth from his cock when his balls had boiled over with lustful excess. Fearing the powers which those experiences had let loose within her own body, Ann tried very hard to ignore Dave's blandishments and to avoid getting herself into those situations.
"No, you know I don't like to do that," she told him, inwardly wincing at the bald-faced lie but determined to carry it off. "It isn't nice and it sure isn't anything a girl ought to do to a guy!"
"Like shit it isn't!" he said, chuckling at the thought. "Man, you oughtta see the way Sharon works it out for me!"
"That little whore, she'd do anything to get a guy to look at her," Ann sneered, wrinkling her nose at the thought of Sharon Lescamp, a classmate of Dave's who already had a fast and loose reputation in their school. "She'd probably let you stick it up her hole, even!"
"Yeah, she digs that too," Dave said, grinning wickedly at the look of surprise his answer provoked. "Sure, that was a little going away present she gave me before we left home-she let me sock it to her. Man, was that little cunt of hers ever tight! I thought I'd never get it in her, and then once I had it in, it was like she wasn't ever going to let me take it out!"
"Oh, you're impossible!" Ann scoffed. "She wouldn't do that I"
"The hell she didn't! That last night, when I went over there? We slipped out back, into the garage, and did it out there. I shot off twice in her cunt before she'd let me pull it out. And then she wanted to give me a hand job!"
"I don't believe a word of it," Ann said. "And I don't want to hear any more about it, either."
Ann was not as certain about Dave's untruthfulness as she pretended, however. Sharon, an exceptionally well developed girl, made no bones about the fact that she liked boys and that she was quite willing to masturbate her boyfriends to as many climaxes as they wanted, so long as they were willing to allow her the freedom to finger-fuck herself at the same time. Nor did Sharon hide the fact that she resorted to other techniques in order to gain her pleasure. It was she, for example, who had first told Ann about the possibility of masturbating with a tampon.
"It oughtta feel just like a cock," she had said, bending forward and whispering over the lunch table where they had been sitting. "I mean, it's hard and round, right? And fairly long? Jeez, at least you could get an idea what it's like, having a guy drive a stiff one up your cunt!"
Ann had pretended that she had no interest in such things, a facade which she normally adopted when her classmates and friends at school began talking about boys and the things one could do with them. In reality, of course, she had an extremely powerful interest in those subjects, though she had never been able to admit the fact to anyone. Ever since Sharon had mentioned the extra dimension of inserting a tampon, though, Ann had not been able to forget the conversation and each time she took one of the white cardboard tubes into her fingers, preparatory to inserting it into her cunt, she remembered the girl's words. There way a sort of pleasure, she found, in pushing the slender tube up into her body; the lips of her pussy and the taut, virginal rim of her cunt were both possessed with vast sensual potential and the tampon's tube made her all the more aware of it.
"I wonder when we'll get there?" Davey asked after a long silence. "Some time this afternoon, maybe?"
"Yeah, I think that's what they said," Ann told him. "Eagle Springs, that's the name of that dinky little town? Lord, I wonder what we'll be able to do there?"
"Man, if that Ellen's anything at all, I know something I'm gonna be doing!"
"Oh, Davey, you're so full of shit I don't know what to think about you! Even if you were right about Sharon, what makes you think this Ellen might be the same kind of girl? Really, you've got to get it into that thick head of yours that girls don't go around thinking about balling all the time, not the way you and your pals seem to!"
"You're probably right," he said, making a sad face. "About this Ellen cunt, I mean. I bet you she'll be about five feet tall and she'll probably go about two hundred! Yeah, she'll be about the size of a young elephant!"
The Eastmans were taking advantage of Ken's three week vacation to visit some friends they had not seen in a long time, Chuck and Linda Robbado. Ellen, their eighteen-year-old daughter, was accompanying them. They were to meet at Eagle Springs, New Mexico, a tiny crossroads hamlet about one hundred miles south of Santa Fe. The Robbados had a summer cabin located in the mountains near Eagle Springs and had offered to share it with the Eastmans for several days.
"Five feet tall and two hundred pounds!" Ann giggled, convulsed at the thought. "What an imagination you've got!"
The camper continued rumbling along the highway, working across a broad, desolate plain and gradually nearing a line of steep, purple mountains. At noon, when they stopped for lunch at a roadside park, they were near enough to see that the mountains were indeed formidable.
"We'll be in Eagle Springs in a couple more hours," Ken said.
Ann concentrated on watching her stepmother.
She was trying to determine if there was some change in the woman's outward appearance. Surely, Ann thought, her stepmother would betray some sign of stiffness or soreness from having a huge prick shoved into her cunt with freewheeling abandon. There should have been some outward mark as a result of her having fingered herself so frantically, but Ann could see no sign of wickedness. Lucy's pretty face looked exactly the same as always. Her long, brown hair framed that face and made her stepmother all the more attractive.
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