He couldn't wait any longer. Back behind his balls, he felt the building well of sperm attempting to break through the dam of hardened penile flesh. He began to pound into her with increased speed, depth and vigor, popping his finger from her now wide-stretched rectum to concentrate on his own driving need. Then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, until they framed her face, mashing back against her mounding young breasts until her whole genital plane was exposed and defenseless against his pile-driving cock.
Charity's lovely face was contorted with wantonly reckless passion. She felt it coming to her, the dizzying heights of her orgasm poised on the brink of supreme rapture, and she began to croon up into his face.
"Oh, OOooh, OOOOooooh! Fuck m-me! Hard! Fuck me… deep… and hard!"
Slaving away above her, he stroked in and out of her, wildly, his jackhammering pelvis rocking her down deep into the mattress… and he could feel the walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping around his hardened length as he slammed his big, aching cock home with every stroke, the ever-expanding, blood-engorged head flicking her womb as it struck the far back wall of her vaginal glove with every surging plunge.
Then… then, it was there… for her!
It surged over her, drowning her in indescribable sensation. She tossed her head, wildly, as convulsive waves of orgasm swept over her, and she was transported, momentarily, on a cloud of vaporous euphoria and limitless, deep-space rapture. As from a distance, across time and space, she heard herself, repeating the ecstatic animallike cry of satiated female, "OOoooOOOOH! IIIII'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"
Above her jerking body, her stepfather, battering into her naked, upturned loins, cradled between her wide splayed legs, felt the surging tremors rippling through her young pussy beneath him, even as he knew that his own was beginning for him, deep in his expanding balls.
… And, suddenly, he was cumming, too, the viscous, hot sperm jetting forcefully, in spurting founts of semen, from the lust-inflated tip of his cock far up into the moist, wildly clasping confines of her open, still hungrily sucking cuntal cavern.
"AAAuuugh! God… baby doll… that gorgeous cunt of yours… is milking my balls dry!" he panted; then, with an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her, immobile, to the mattress.
After long minutes, lying under him, muscles relaxing in stages into final quiescence and complete sexual satisfaction, she was aware that his long, slow breathing meant he was on the edge of sleep. She tried, futilely, to wriggle free of his weight.
He roused himself, groggily, "Hey… what…?"
Charity pushed hard up against his heavy chest. "Let me up…"
"Why…? Stay here… and rest for a little while…"
"No… Gabe…!" she said, firmly. "You got what you wanted… now I w-want to get up!"
"I sure as hell did…! And, you really popped, too! How was it?"
"It was… g-good… Gabe. Now, let me get up… I've got to go take care of m-myself… I–I might get pregnant…"
"Damn… that felt like more… later on… so stick around!"
"All right… later's okay for me…" she lied. "Can I get up, now?"
"Yeah… well, all right, but get your ass right back in here with me!"
Reluctantly, then, he rolled from her, his cock pulling from her with a faint wet sucking noise. She raised herself to a sitting position and noted that his lancing member of a few moments ago was now rapidly deflating. Sliding across the bed, she swung her legs to the floor, and with her hand clasping her cleft walked quickly, in her nakedness, into the bathroom. She didn't look back at her stepfather, lying nude in the middle of the big, double bed, for she had no intention of ever returning to that room. She closed the door, firmly, behind her and shot the bolt to lock him out of her life… forever.
CHAPTER SIX
A half-formed plan was in Charity's mind when she gained the temporary sanctuary of the bathroom; it was a plan to make good her flight from that house that was no longer a home. She had to act, decisively, on the instant. There was no time to lose!
Turning on the taps, she refreshed herself, quickly; then, leaving the water running and hoping the sound would cover her movements, she went into her own bedroom, rummaged in the drawers for clean panties and bra and put them on to cover her curvaceous nakedness.
In her closet, she found a long-neglected airline flight bag and stuffed in extra underwear, a couple of blouses, a slip and a skirt. Not daring to take time for packing more than that, she slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed out of her room, across the dining room to the kitchen and on out to the back porch to Donnie's little cubicle of a room.
She put the small canvas flight bag on his mussed bed and delved into his closet. She found one of his shirts and a pair of blue jeans. Putting them on, she shrugged the jeans over her swelling hips and found they fit her rather tightly, but she was afraid to take more time to look for a larger pair. Next, she found one of Donnie's old baseball type hats and put it on, trying to tuck up her long, auburn hair to confine it, somewhat. One of her brother's windbreakers completed her outfit. A womanly glance in the mirror told her that she had not really made a transformation. It had been a vague hope that she would be able to disguise herself well enough to pass for a boy, but the swell of her hips and buttocks inside the jeans and the tell-tale shape of full-mounding breasts showing under the boy's shirt could not be hidden. It would have to do, she decided, knowing that time wasted now could be her undoing.
Her mind was clear, and she was alert and ready. Picking up the light bag, she eased herself from Donnie's room, her ears attuned for any sound within the old house. Good! He was still in the bedroom… hopefully, sound asleep, or merely lounging at ease, at least.
Nimbly, she slipped through the back door and ran, lightly across the back yard toward the rear gate opening into the alley. Her heart pounded with excitement. She was going to make it!
"Charity!"
It was Gabe! His commanding voice stopped her in her tracks. Oh, God… no!
She turned to face him, absolute dread in her. He stood at the back door, still nude, his face contorted with anger.
"Where the hell are you going?" he demanded.
"I–I'm leaving… for good!" she said and turning walked through the gate into the alley, realizing that he could not possibly pursue her… naked.
"Come back here!" he yelled.
Charity kept walking. She didn't look back when she heard Gabe slam the back door.
It was a little after 1:00 p.m. when she thumbed a ride downtown, and from there walked out along the street designated as an interstate highway through town. Soon, she was out of the congested area, and she walked along, alert to the traffic, her thumb waving, asking, mutely, for a ride, willing to take her chances with whomever she rode… as long as they were going east.
Jack Leonard rolled to his side from his cradled position between Charity's mother's long, smooth tapering thighs, his thick cock sliding out of her gently clasping vaginal passage with a slight pop, a thin filament of semen connecting them for an instant, until he was on his back, and it finally broke. He was completely satiated, and he looked over at her appreciatively, taking in the curvy, youthful appearing contours of her body through still sex-hungry eyes. He had picked her up in the Palomino Club; she had seemed to be waiting for someone, but whoever he was, the man had not shown.
Jack had walked over to her booth, where she sat alone, and struck up an inane conversation, both of them knowing it was a pick-up attempt. He had not been wrong; she went with him willingly… and she had been great in bed. This was his second evening with her.