Chapter 10

Sam Slade and Joyce Adams had stood in the doorway for a while. The schoolteacher was allowing time for his two schoolgirls to get their clothes on before he asked their mother in.

Joyce had known right away, as soon as she laid her eyes on her two daughters. Her worst fears were confirmed. This man, the schoolteacher whom they trusted had taken advantage of them. He'd violated both of her beautiful, young daughters. She could tell from their flushed faces, the heaviness of their eyelids and the languorous relaxation of their young, shapely bodies. But she didn't dare say anything. Anything she did might lead to her own sexual perversion being discovered.

The four of them spent an uncomfortable half-hour without any of them saying what was on their minds. After Mrs. Adams left, the others put off a decision on how to prevent Rick from assaulting Jennifer. And then, as things developed, a decision by them was not necessary.

The next two weeks were awful for thirteen-year-old June Adams. Ever since Mr. Slade, her grade seven teacher had begun making love to her older sister, Jennifer she had been ignored. Since that afternoon when he'd made love to the two of them, he'd only been with her twice. But she knew he was seeing Jennifer every day.

The plump, busty, thirteen year old girl was sprawled naked on her bed. In her hand she held a small, black cylinder, a vibrator she had found in her mother's dresser. It helped but it wasn't the same.

June was unhappy for another reason. Her Mom, Jennifer and Mr. Slade wanted her to sort of seduce Rick. Not all the way, of course, but enough that he could be charged with breaking the law. But June didn't want to. She was scared. Her sister had told her about what he looked like... what his penis looked like... and it scared her. Why couldn't they just tell him to get out and then she and her sister could share their teacher?

While young June was beginning to work off her frustration with the little vibrator, her mother was more or less passed out in the next room, an empty liquor bottle on the floor beside her bed. Jennifer was at school getting another reproductive biology lesson from Slade and Rick was just arriving home from his favorite bar.

Rick Adams had also had a bad couple of weeks. Joyce, his wife, had been very unfriendly. Shelly, after he'd given her to the dog, Prince, had also been extremely disagreeable and it was only the threat of revealing the photos that kept them in line. But soon he would get that stuck-up, young bitch, Jennifer, he mused drunkenly as he reached the front door.

June was imagining that Jimmy, the handsome captain of the school football team was making love to her. She didn't know him other than by sight but that was enough for today's fantasy. She didn't hear the front door open nor did she realize that her bedroom door was considerably ajar.

Her stepfather had not been thinking about his younger stepdaughter. She was, after all, only a thirteen-year-old girl and he had principles. Sort of. But, as he stumbled past her bedroom he glanced through the partly open door and whatever principles he might have had melted like ice cubes in hot water, only faster.

June heard the sound when Rick entered her room and reflexively she closed her legs. Then, even as he pried her legs apart and started fondling her privates flesh to flesh, she still couldn't believe that her stepfather would actually treat her in such a grossly vulgar manner. She suspected he'd been lusting after her, all right, from the way she'd caught him looking at her when he thought no one noticed, but she'd never dreamed he would ever really try anything with her. Jennifer, yes, but not her.

"Rick, you'd better stop it," she warned him. "I'll tell Mom."

"Think I give a shit?" he grunted, grinning lewdly as he held her down and probed the end of his thick middle finger into the moist warmth of her lightly furred slot. "Tell her. She ain't going to do nothin'. Not with what I got on her."

"Ooooh," June whimpered, as the man's knobby-knuckled finger embedded itself into her defenseless vagina. "Rick, You gotta stop. I'm only thirteen."

The defenseless girl could tell by his lecherous expression that pleading would do no good. Struggling didn't, either. Rick was a big, rough-cut man, six-foot-two, with the strength of a bull. He worked out regularly and when he worked (which was seldom) it was usually manual labour...

When June slapped him in desperation, he slapped her back and then imprisoned both her wrists in one of his hamlike hands. There was nothing she could do but lie there and let him abuse her. Tears of fear and humiliation overflowed her eyes as he held her helpless and stroked his knobby finger in and out of the feminine slit between her legs.

"Oh, please, Rick... nooh... please don't," she begged, blinking piteously up at him. "Leave me alone, please."

Rick leaned over then and orally engulfed one of the girl's tender pink nipples. His lips tightened around the tumescent areole and he sucked down hard, scrubbing the sensitive nipple itself with the roughened upper surface of his tongue. The wet heat of his hungrily suctioning mouth sent an unwanted thrill arching through her.

"Ooooh... oh, nooh," the young girl pleaded, thrashing about in a desperate attempt to break free. It was no use. Her strength didn't compare to his. He overpowered her and held her defenseless as he went from one erogenous coral cone to the other, pleasuring them with his mouth while his thick finger jabbed incessantly within her responsively secreting gap.

June couldn't help responding. She didn't want to have anything to do with this horrible man but her stepfather was working her up against her will. She'd given him a head start with the vibrator and now he had her panting for breath. He was making her pussy juicy and slick. And, as if he knew her exact state, he stood up and dropped his pants and shorts.

"Take a look at it, little June." He skinned back his huge prick and brandished it at her. "You ever had a prong this size, little girl?"

"Oh NOO," she gasped. Mr. Slade's had seemed big but it was puny compared to her stepdad's. Rick's was almost half again as long and bigger around. June couldn't take her shocked eyes off it.

June leaped off the bed, thinking that if she could get to her Mom's room and lock herself inside, she would be safe. Rick was drunk and horny, half out of his skull, but surely he wouldn't break down a locked door to get at her, June reasoned.

Perhaps he wouldn't have, if she had got to her Mom's room, only she didn't make it to there. He caught her by the wrist and flung her back down onto the bed.

"Oh dear God!" she yelped, springing up again, her eyes wide with terror.

She tried to get past him but he caught her again. This time instead of throwing her down onto the bed, he wrestled her down onto it. His lust-twisted visage loomed menacingly above her. She clamped shut her legs but he wedged his knees between hers and pried them apart.

"No! Stop it! Don't, Rick! No, please, NO!" she wailed, reaching down between her legs, clapping both hands over her pussy in a desperate attempt to protect it.

Rick's was snorting like a bull. As if she had no strength at all, he grabbed her wrists, jerked up her arms and pinned her hands to the couch cushion beside her shoulders.

"Let me go!" she whined piteously, thrashing about in a frantic effort to avoid being penetrated by him. "Don't do it! Please! I'm only thirteen!"

When she felt the feverish knob of her stepfather's massive organ brushing the insides of her thighs, June panicked. Her heart pounded wildly against her heaving rib cage and the soles of her bare feet shoved down at the bed. She heaved her short body upward, attempting to arch her back and buck the man off her. Again and again she tried, but she couldn't budge him. Whereas June was only five foot, 100 pounds of soft and curvaceous adolescent femininity, Rick stood over six feet tall and was 220 pounds of solid muscle. When June fell back winded and weak, all her frenzied struggling had bought her was another moment of respite.

In a last-ditch effort to free herself, the young girl instinctively lunged at the man's hairy forearm and sank her teeth into it, trying to bite a hunk out of him.

Rick howled with the pain of it. If his wife in the nearby bedroom had not been passed out from too much booze, she would have heard him. But she didn't. Not then. June's teeth had broken the skin. She could taste her stepfather's blood. Instead of deterring him, however, this turned him into even more of an animal. He squeezed her wrists so hard that the youngster feared he might pinch her hands right off her arms. She could feel the hot head of his rampant erection poking erratically at her groin, trying to bore its own hole since it couldn't locate the one nature had put there.

Then the blind eye of Rick Adam's huge and demanding member quickly found its target. The buxom, little thirteen-year-old girl whimpered. Her teeth lost their grip on her assailant's bleeding forearm as she felt the stretching pain of the in-boring knob. Rick worked about two-thirds of the huge cockhead into her elastic opening and then he hunched her brutally, plunging the rest of his over-sized phallus into her with one viciously impaling lunge.

"AARGH!" June screamed, her mouth flying open and her head falling back. "IT HURTS! OH, DEAR GOD, DEAR GODDD!!"

"Serves you right!" he hissed, fucking into her hard and fast from the very start. "You brought the blood! Goddamn you, I'll teach you to bite me like that!"

He powered the pole to her. His hairy buttocks jerked spastically up and down, as if he meant to pound a hole through the small of her back with the hard peen of his punishing hammer.