The moonlight shimmered on the dark Pacific, and the wind sighed in the pines but Linda cared nothing for the beauty of the surroundings or the pungent aroma of the pines as her swirling emotions churned inside her. The tortured girl leaned her blonde head forward on the dashboard of the convertible, her lithesome young body shaking with sobs, her stomach muscles contracted in spasms of hurt and humiliation. Slowly she wiped the sticky fluid from her cheek and neck as Tom lay back in the seat, pale and aghast. Oh God, what have I done, he said to himself, closing his eyes and wishing himself a thousand miles away.
It was their last night together before Linda and her family were to leave for Australia – a night that the blonde teenager had hoped would become a beautiful, romantic memory during the two weeks she would be away from her young boyfriend. And now this had happened to ruin everything! She knew about the human body from her biology classes and sex instruction, but to experience what she had just gone through was shattering. It had begun as their petting so often did, with kissing and fondling, with Tom's hand sometimes feeling up between her thighs, sending thrilling tremors through her ripe body as it slowly passed over the panty-covered mound of her sensitive triangle. This time she had let him tenderly kiss one of her small pink nipples, although she pushed him away when he began to suck and nibble in eagerly abandoned passion.
"Please Linda, let's do it right," he had begged, breathing hotly against her ear while he began to feel his way surreptitiously along the inside of her thigh. He had almost reached the warmth of her pussy, had almost touched the sparse tangle of pubic curls through her flimsy panties when she roughly pushed his hand away.
"Tom Blackwell the Third, don't you know how much I want to?" she asked. "I wish we were naked together, and some day we will be, but I intend to remain a virgin until we are properly married. Supposing we never married… supposing you were to fall in love with someone else… wouldn't I be ruined for some other man who might want to marry me? Besides, I'm much too young to marry, and we'll just have to wait. My parents didn't bring me up to become a loose woman."
Tom was forced to think rationally. Linda was only fifteen, and at seventeen he himself was too young to marry. He felt depressed at the prospect of having to wait two, three, maybe more years before he could take that delicious young body naked into his arms. He had known Linda since they were both small children. They were together every summer, usually spent on the beach where he had observed her lithe sun-browned body begin to fill out into adolescent womanhood, to change from a wild tomboy who surfed and rode a board as well as any of them, into a lovely golden creature who verged on being a Goddess.
Now, on this important night, the girl he adored was weeping and showing every indication of being revolted by him. It had been an ungovernable urge that had apparently wrecked their friendship, and there was no doubt that Linda would share the blame. When their petting had reached a stage where it seemed that both of them would lose all restraint, he had unzipped his fly to expose his rock-hard cock, and Linda had gazed at it as though entranced, slowly moving her hand to stroke it when Tom had impulsively implored her, "Oh please kiss it. Please kiss it!" She had leaned down, gently drawing back the foreskin and had kissed the blood-filled head with a long, wantonly sensual kiss, her mouth half-open so that her teeth pressed into the rigid flesh. And no sooner had she lifted her mouth from the throbbing member than she felt Tom begin to quiver violently.
Suddenly, he cried out.
"Aaaaggghh, Linda, Linda, Linda! Jeez Linda. I'm cummmiinngg!" With that he'd exploded into orgasm, his hot white sperm flying onto Linda's shocked face, to dribble wetly down her neck and chin onto her firm young breasts.
Linda's first reaction was blind shock – then something her mother had told her flashed unbidden into her mind. Men are filthy beasts at times, her mother had said, adding that her lovely little Princess would find out all about them when she married. The older woman had always warned her about men wanting to rape every young girl they could lay their grasping hands on, although she'd encouraged Linda's association with Tom, for – after all – Tom had gone to the right school, and he could trace his family back as far as their own. He was well-mannered, a cut above the rest of his friends at Long Beach High. Now, as tears flooded her eyes and shame colored her lewdly defiled cheeks, she realized that Tom was as evil, as crude and horrible as the creeps who took those cheap working girls down to the beach at night for depraved orgies.
It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde told herself. She should never have allowed their petting to go so far. He had become so passionate, and because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last night together and the sensual intimacy of the convertible, she had lost all control when she sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they would both remember as being part of their own private love, a little secret between them while she was away in Australia. Sometimes she had wondered if her mother's talks had warped her natural tendencies away from sex, if perhaps she might never be capable of wanting a man inside her, and she'd wanted to prove her fears wrong. Would she grow up to become a sexless "female eunuch" incapable of allowing a male organ to pierce her virginal vagina? She had wondered about that until now, this night that had brought a torment of desire followed by shame and loathing.
She hated him; she despised him as she felt him beside her, doing up his fly while she wiped away her tears and stray flecks of his sticky cum. What a vulgar word! How dare he use such foul language in front of her! How frightening and awful men were.
"Drive me home," she ordered, unable or not wanting to pronounce his name, "Immediately!"
At home she would find a sane refuge from the turmoil that raged inside her, from the fear and a sickening kind of loneliness building up insidiously in her being. Silently, Tom drove out of the dark lane which led to the beach where they had parked, back to the large house where Linda's parents had left the terrace lights on to welcome their daughter home. Usually Tom would be invited in for a late supper before he left, but tonight his world was shattered as Linda hurried out of the car, not even turning her head when he called out his farewell.
"Good night, Linda – I'm sorry."
When Linda got out of Tom's car, she slowly mounted the steps to the terrace. The night air felt chilly, and she pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Tears swelled unrestrained in her eyes, her tormented body felt empty and numb, her legs slightly trembling. As she heard Tom's car drive away, she almost turned to call after him. She had lost him, her first true love, the boy to whom she had always felt as close as a sister to a brother with that something extra that belonged to future lovers. She had admired others, especially some of the handsome young men she saw on the beaches, sometimes almost wanting them with a physical ache, a feeling she always quickly dispelled. She did not want to become like the common "whores", as her mother called them, who slept around. She knew Tom and his friends despised girls like that. But isn't that what he must think of her now? Oh God! Why did her animal want dissolve all the caution that had been instilled in her? She could never face Tom again. Never, never, never. When she returned from Australia, she would try to persuade her parents to move to Boston, where they belonged. She knew they stayed in California so that she could enjoy the best climate in the world, to have the sea to swim in and the surf to ride. None of that mattered now.
Mortified, filled with the shame of having committed a sexually obscene act, she wished she were dead. Perhaps she would never be able to face any boy again, let alone sit with one in a car or on the beach.
She stopped crying and was calmer, trying to rationalize from her small experience of life how, in a few minutes, her happiness had been completely destroyed. It could not have been all Tom's fault, she supposed, remembering how she had occasionally stared furtively at the swellings in the front of the boys' pants. Had she always wanted to place her lips against a boy's cock? Penis, she corrected herself. Oh heavens, the thought of it was bringing to life a strange feeling inside her. Did she want to kiss, to open her mouth and wetly kiss the pulsating flesh of an erected penis – did she really want to do that? She brushed the thought aside. I'm just being adolescent, she told herself, and thought of going inside to greet her parents. Should she tell her mother of her humiliating experience? Gosh! What would she say? How could she explain it anyway – that she had voluntarily leaned down and given Tom a passionate kiss on his cock? Penis. Linda Spender! You're becoming as vulgar as the beach girls! she remonstrated with herself. They used the most awful words. Like "fuck". And Tom had called out that he was cumming. She began to cry again, the shame of it all causing her to feel faint. She buried her head in her arms, sobbing until the tears could flow no longer.
The house was strangely silent; it was usual for her parents to leave the lights on in the living room and to be there when she returned. The curtains hadn't been drawn across the glass doors leading out onto the terrace, and now she became aware of music playing – a record, one of their favorites. She supposed they were sitting quietly in the dark, listening to it. The thought of being with them cheered her. She would open the terrace door quietly and surprise them. She had made up her mind not to mention the incident in Tom's convertible, putting aside the inevitable explanation why she didn't ever want to see him again.
She turned the door handle gently so there was no hinge squeak as she pushed the door open a few inches. She looked about the large, semi-darkened room, her gaze riveting on the two entwined figures on the settee. She was transfixed, unable to move or turn her eyes from the scene of utter debauchery. Her father and mother! Naked! Her father's head was buried down between her mother's widespread legs – she couldn't quite see what he was doing but a shaft of light from outside illuminated her mother's head to reveal the older woman's face contorted into a terrifying grimace. Obviously they must be drunk, or even drugged with pot! she thought crazily. At first the horrified teenager didn't believe that the couple on the settee were her parents, hoping against hope that they might be some outrageous overnight guests, but she was soon disillusioned.
She saw her mother pull the head up from between her legs, and she caught a glimpse of her father's face. His chin and cheeks were glistening from her mother's secretions.
"Let me…" her mother murmured, then broke off, not completing her request. But long association made words unnecessary; her father understood what she wanted. He got up from his position and climbed on top of her… but not the way he should, Linda realized with horror. He was backwards, his knees on either side of her mother's head, and his cock – Linda couldn't stop the word from jumping into her mind – his cock was long and hard looking, and it was poised directly above the older woman's face.
Instead of trying to avoid it, Linda's mother opened her mouth and moved it directly below the jutting member, and the girl watched in shock as her father slowly lowered his hips, pushing his pulsating cock between her waiting lips. At the same time, the young blonde's father buried his face once more between her mother's legs.
Linda stayed at her position by the door, unable to move, terrified her parents would see her but unable to tear herself away from the lewdly hypnotic spectacle. They are out of their minds, completely insane, she almost screamed aloud as she watched her wantonly sucking mother now caressing her father's balls. Testicles, the young girl's mind automatically corrected itself. The older woman was moving her husband's cock around in her mouth, the changing bulges in her obscenely working cheeks quite visible to her daughter watching from the door.
Soon her father began to moan quietly, his head still buried down between her mother's legs, his buttocks quickening in their rise and tall as he thrust his swollen member wildly in and out of her contorting mouth. He was beginning to gasp for air, and he was forced to raise his head, crying out as he did so.
"I'm cumming, Susannah! Oh you wonderful girl; I'm cumming! I'm cccuummmmiiiinnnggg…"
Linda expected her mother – drunk as she must surely be – to actually choke in her desperate fight for air, or certainly to tear herself away from that thickly jerking penis, but incredibly, she stayed there with the impaling hardness in her mouth and swallowing, actually swallowing the surging load of semen. Linda continued to stare as though hypnotized by the debauched sight of her own mother behaving like a degraded whore. And her father! His cock was still hard and seemed frighteningly long as he drew it from her mother's mouth.
With the feeling that her parents had deserted her, that her world had finally crumbled to ashes, Linda managed to shake herself from her state of numbed shock and leave the depraved spectacle behind her. Silently, she closed the door and went to the main entrance of the house where she carefully let herself in, turning off the terrace lights before creeping softly up the stairs to her room. The desolate blonde teenager removed her clothes in the dark and sank back onto the bed to stare blankly up at the shadowed ceiling in a state of shock and incomprehension, until at last blessed sleep came to carry her off into forgetfulness.